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Mildred, the mind-controlling futa, gets a shock when the man of the house comes home to his dominated wife and daughters reveling in naughty passion!

The Futa’s Mind-Controlling Panties

Chapter Three: Caught by the Hot Wife’s Husband

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2020

Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this!

Mildred Dean

I lay sprawled on the floor, knocked over by the man of the house coming home. My cock had popped out of Bryana’s cunt. The twenty-year-old girl lay beside me, panting from her orgasm and from being knocked on her ass.

“What the fuck?” the man said as his two daughters just calmly greeted him. The other daughter, Chloe, was getting her ass licked out by her Aunt Nadine and she had her pussy getting eaten out by her sister, the two girls’ mother. “Jesus, what the fuck is this.”

“Welcome home, honey,” Mrs. Quick said to her husband, hardly lifting her mouth from her sister’s pussy. “Mmm, just eating Nadine’s cunt out.”

“And Aunt Nadine’s eating my asshole out, Daddy!” Chloe said with such brightness.

The women were all under the mind-controlling powers of my sodden panties. To them, this was normal. They believed they should be engaged in lesbian incest and loving me. Mr. Quick had just come home from work, a white-collar shirt tucked into gray slacks giving proof of his office job, tie already loosened.

“What are you doing to my little girl!” he roared and grabbed the naked Chloe by the arm. He hauled her to her feet.

“Daddy, ow!” the girl gasped as he thrust her behind him. “What are you doing?”

“Jesus, Dianne,” the man said. “What are you and… Holy fuck, who are you, freak?”

Fury crossed his face as he stared at me and my futa-dick. He lunged at me. I squeaked and rolled to the side, just avoiding his hands grabbing for me. My new cock and swollen girl-balls smacked into the carpet before I rolled over onto my back. My heart hammered as he lunged at me, throwing a kick.

“You fucking tranny freak!” he roared. “What did you do to my family!”

“Fred!” Mrs. Quick gasped, jumping to her feet. “Stop this right now! What are you doing?”

“Me?” he demanded.

Dianne rushed between me and her husband. I crawled back, my heart racing. Where had had my panties end up? I’d lost track of them. I didn’t even know if they would work or not on a man. The note hadn’t mentioned them at all.

I hadn’t even thought of Mr. Quick. I was just having too much fun fucking his wife, sister-in-law, and daughters.

“Calm down, honey,” Dianne said.

“Honey?” he roared. “You’re having an orgy, and you want me to calm down? What the fuck is wrong with you, Dianne?”

“We’re just having sex,” she said, sounding utterly perplexed by why he would be shouting.

“Daddy,” Chloe sobbed, tears spilling down the eighteen-year-old girl’s cheek.

This was all going wrong.

Now Nadine was standing by her sister, glaring at her brother-in-law. Both women were shouting with him while my head darted around the room. Where were my panties? I had to find them before he came after me again.

“Tranny freak!” kept exploding from the angry father and husband. Along with, “Going to kick his ass!” and “He’s got a cock, that makes him man enough for me!”

A scrap of purple caught my attention. My panties had gotten wedged into the couch cushions, one part thrusting out. I gasped and lunged across the living room. The two women were struggling to hold him back. I grabbed the panties.

“Out of the way, Dianne!” he growled. His eyes found me. “Touch my wife and daughters, asshole!”

I snagged my panties, still wet from my pussy juices. They always would be drenched. That was how the magic worked. I turned to face him just in time to see Dianne stumbling back and Nadine futile dragging at his right arm. He hauled her toward me.

He grabbed my arm while I shoved the panties into his face. The tangy scent of my cunt cream filled the air. I smeared them across his face. He shuddered. He breathed in deeply. He let out a groan. He shook his head.

“What?”

“You just got confused,” I panted, my heart racing so fast. I shook. “That’s all. You misunderstood. I’m allowed to fuck your wife and daughters, aren’t I?”

“I… well… I guess you are.”

“So you have nothing to be angry about at all, do you?” I asked.

He shook his head. I pulled the panties from him, some of my cream coating his lips. He licked out at them. Then he stared up and down at me. He looked really confused. Then he glanced at Nadine clutching to his arm.

“Dianne, you okay?” he asked his wife.

“Yeah,” she said, rising from the couch. “What’s wrong with you?”

“It’s okay,” I said. “Chloe, honey, you don’t have to cry. It’s fine. Everything’s okay. Your father understands now. Just like you do.”

“He does?” Chloe lifted her face from her hands. She sniffled a few times, her sandy-blonde hair spilling about her face. “You’re not mad, Daddy?”

“Of course not,” he said. “But, uh, I mean, you’re naked. Maybe you should get some clothes on.”

“Your women can be naked around me all they want,” I said. “In fact, don’t look at Chloe. If you want to ogle one, stare at Bryana. She’s a slut.”

“I am a slut,” Bryana said.

She rose from the floor with that grace she’d shown doing her strip show Her belly charm swayed while her round breasts jiggled. She had this wild look in her eyes as she stood naked and proud before her father.

“Now, Mr. Quick, I think you owe me an apology for what you said. I’m not a ‘tranny freak.” I’m a futanari. I am a chick who grew a dick.”

He turned around to face me and flushed. “Sorry. I just… I really got angry. I didn’t realize it was you, uh…”

“Mildred. Mildred Dean. I moved in next door.”

“Fred Quick,” he said. “I am sorry. I just saw what was happening, and, I don’t know, I saw red. I feel really embarrassed now.”

“That’s okay,” I said. “I understand completely. I’m special.”

He nodded.

“Now, I think what you have to do is kneel on the ground and beg your wife to suck my cock and finger my pussy. In fact, you’ve so offended me, you should just give me your wife.”

“Yes,” he said as he knelt down. He stared up at me. “Honey, you’re Mildred’s now. I guess. I guess you’re not my wife any longer.”

“Oh, no, she’s still your wife,” I said. “But she’s all mine. No more getting to touch her or kiss her until I get bored with her. I probably will. I mean, there are so many women in the world, but until, she’s all mine to play with.”

“Right,” the husband said. “All yours. I won’t object. I mean, I’m the one in the wrong.”

“That’s right,” I said. “And if you keep being a good boy, well, I might let you have Bryana. I mean, she’s not my type. All those piercings and that haircut.” I blanched.

“You don’t like my hair,” Bryana gasped, touching it.

“No, but that’s okay. You can have your punk look.”

“Honey, you have to come suck her cock and show Mildred you’re all hers.”

“Okay,” Mrs. Quick said. She smiled at her husband. “I’m so glad you’re able to be a big enough man and admit you’re wrong. I’m sure I’ll be back to you in a few months.”

“Maybe pregnant,” I added. “You’ll be a good father to her child, right?”

“Right,” he said.

My dick throbbed in delight. This was even better than I could imagine, and the idea of him fucking that punkish daughter of his had my dick throbbing. But not Chloe. Oh, no, she was way too precocious for me to ever let a man touch her.

Even her father.

Mrs. Quick fell to her knees before me. She grabbed my girl-dick and opened her mouth wide. She swallowed my cock with hunger, sucking hard on it. My pussy clenched. I groaned in aching bliss, savoring this wonderful delight.

“That’s it, honey,” her husband said. “She’s like your wife now. You got to please her.”

That was the hottest thing in the world. This man begging his wife to please and love my girl-dick. I had to give him Bryana just for that, but then to feel Mrs. Quick’s mouth sliding over my cock. That wonderful, hot, wet delight engulfing my spongy crown still wet with her oldest daughter’s pussy juices was delicious.

“Can I… Can I lick Mildred out of you, Bryana?” Chloe asked.

“Sure, twerp,” Bryana said, using the insult but with none of the bite. It sounded affectionate now, not like the first time she’d said it before falling under my mind-control.

I shuddered, running my fingers through Mrs. Quick’s blonde hair as Chloe fell to her knees before her big sister. The cutie leaned forward to eat out Bryana. The kitten face pressed in between Bryana’s lithe thighs. The older sister shuddered.

Her round tits jiggled. She groaned, her tongue flicking over her ruby lips. Chloe’s hands gripped her sister’s legs, clutching to her with obvious hunger. The girl was feasting, licking my cum out of that delicious pussy.

“Ooh, it’s different without any hair,” Chloe moaned.

“Yeah, I prefer eating out a bald twat, too,” Bryana said and winked down at her sister. “Bet you didn’t know your big sis was a switch hitter.”

“No,” she groaned. “Who?”

“Oh, Sasha Ford just down the street,” she said. “Ate her snatch. And I’ve been meaning to give Mrs. Solomon a try. I got a feeling she’s down to clown.”

Chloe giggled. “That’s funny. Mom says she’s a big slut.”

“She is,” Mr. Quick said. “Tried to hit on me a few times.”

An angry growl came from Mrs. Quick, and she sucked even harder. I think I knew who they were talking about. The busty lady who lived across the street. The one who looked like a trophy wife. I shuddered, ideas bursting in my head. And Sasha Ford already liked eating pussy? I had to meet her.

Mrs. Quick bobbed her head with hunger on my cock, her husband kneeling right beside her, watching his wife be my slut. This was another fantasy come to life. I groaned, my pussy clenching, the delight rippling through me, my pussy juices soaking my bush. My swaying lady-balls brimmed with a new load of cum.

“Oh, yes,” I groaned. “That’s so good, Dianne.”

“Yes, honey, you’re giving her an amazing blowjob,” her husband said. “Just love her cock.”

“She is,” I panted. “You’re wife’s my whore, Mr. Quick.”

“Every wife should be a whore in the bedroom,” he said and almost looked at Nadine.

His sister-in-law crossed her arms. “Well, for a dickgirl, I’d be a whore. And my sister certainly is being one for Mildred.”

“Yes, she is,” said Mr. Quick, joy in his voice. Nadine’s attack missed.

I didn’t care. I was just enjoying the blowjob and watching cute Chloe devour my spunk out of her sister’s twat. Bryana’s head threw back, her short, dyed-red hair swaying about her cute face twisting with delight. She shuddered and moaned. She grabbed her sister’s tresses, clutching tight as she rotated her hips from side to side.

“That’s it, twerp, get that tongue in me! I’m going to cream your mouth!”

“Yay!” the cutie cheered.

God, that kitty-cat was just adorable. I wanted to pet her and fuck her and love her. I was going to do such wicked things to her. My heart sped up while Mrs. Quick sucked with relish on my cock, taking more and more of me into her mouth.

Her husband groaned as his wife slid her mouth down my cock and swallowed the tip. He realized she was deep-throating me. With a gurgling groan, Mrs. Quick pressed her mouth further down my shaft, my futa-dick sliding down her gullet.

“Damn!” I gasped, feeling so bold as she swallowed inch after inch of my cock, reaching parts still soaked in her oldest daughter’s juices. “Your wife ever deep-throat your cock.”

“Once. She hated it. But she must love you. Look at her go!”

“Yes, she’ll do anything for me,” I moaned.

He nodded in complete agreement.

His wife’s lips slid down and down my cock. She gurgled and moaned, her passion humming around my dick. Then her lips were nuzzling into my bush. Her chin pressed into my balls. This was incredible.

I could fuck her mouth.

The idea electrified my mind. I gripped her blonde locks and drew back my hips. She sucked and swallowed, massaging my cock and giving me as much pleasure as she could. It was wild. I loved every moment of it.

“Oh, fuck, yes!” I gasped as the tip of my cock popped out of her mouth.

She sucked with hunger, drool running down her chin. Her blue eyes stared up at me with such hunger. I grinned at her and then I rammed forward. I buried to the hilt down her throat. My girl-balls smacked into her chin.

“Go, Mom, take that cock!” whooped Bryana.

“Yes!” I groaned as I drew back my hips, my pussy clenching. My juices soaked my bush, the tangy scent rising in the air.

“Yes, yes, fuck my wife’s mouth,” groaned Mr. Quick. “She’s yours. Use her!”

“Mine!” I groaned and rammed down his wife’s throat again. My balls cracked into her chin.

The friction around my dick’s tip was exquisite. My breasts bounced as I fucked my hips forward. The crown drank in the buzzing moans rising from her vocal cords, the tight confines of her gullet, and the dancing delight of her tongue when I drew back before I made that delicious plunge.

I fucked her with passion. She gurgled and moaned, her blue eyes staring up at me with such love and worship. Her fingers grabbed my ass. They kneaded me, pulling at me when I rammed forward. She wanted me to cum down her throat.

“Oh, god, that’s so hot,” moaned Bryana, grinding her shaved cunt on her little sister’s face. “Twerp, I’m going to cum watching Mildred mouth-fuck Mom!”

“It’s so hot,” Nadine agreed, masturbating on the couch. “Fuck my sister hard. Give her the pleasure her husband never did! Use her like your slut! Yes!”

Annoyance flashed through me. I shook my head and then slammed deep into Mrs. Quick’s tight throat. I buried hard into her, my tits heaving. My breasts smacked together. I was so close to my orgasm.

Just a few more hot plunges. A few more pumps down that gullet. My nuts brimmed with my cum. My dick throbbed in her mouth. I groaned, my head swaying from the joy that I would soon unleash. That wonderful pleasure that would gush out of me.

An intense and rapturous delight.

“Oh, fuck, yes, twerp!” gasped Bryana, her hazel eyes locked on me. “Drink my juices.”

“So good!” Chloe moaned, lapping up her big sister’s cream.

Watching Bryana tremble as I rammed my cock down her mother’s gullet sent me over the edge. As my girl-balls smacked into her chin, my orgasm exploded through me. Hot futa-cum pumped down the married woman’s throat. Rapture slammed into my mind.

I trembled, clutching her hair. My pussy convulsed. Juices gushed out as my cum spurted over and over into her stomach. My breasts bounced as I thrashed. My moans echoed through the living room, merging with Bryana’s.

“Yes, yes, flood my sister’s belly with all that jizz!” Nadine moaned. “You’re so much better for her than her husband.”

“Just make my wife happy!” groaned Mr. Quick, watching as I flooded his wife’s belly with all my cum.

I swayed there and then groaned, “Nadine, put that mouth to good use and give your brother-in-law the best blowjob ever while I enjoy the hell out of your sister’s asshole!”

“Yes, Mildred,” said Nadine who hastened to obey, much to Mr. Quick’s surprise. The recent divorcee probably had a low-opinion of men at the moment, and I was certain he’d overheard things Nadine had said to her sister.

Mr. Quick moved to the couch, eager to experience his sister-in-law’s mouth. She knelt before him and unfastened his belt, unzipped his pants, and pulled them down. Boxers next, then a cock that was much smaller than mine popped out.

Just the way it should be.

I pulled my cock out or Mrs. Quick’s mouth. “Mmm, bet you’d never expected to see your sister sucking your husband’s cock.”

She glanced over her shoulder. “No. That is quite the shock, but Nadine needs to put her mouth to proper use.”

“Oh, yes, yes, yes she does!” gasped Bryana, cumming hard on the cute kitten’s mouth. “Oh, twerp, let’s sixty-nine! I want to lick your tasty cunt!”

“Yum!” Chloe moaned.

“And I want you to work that tight asshole up and down my dick,” I said, moving to the chair to watch Mr. Quick enjoy his blowjob. And so he could also watch his wife’s asshole engulf my cock. “You ever slipped it up her ass.”

“Never even asked,” he said. “Well, she’s yours right now. Enjoy her. Maybe if she ever comes back to me.”

“Well, I know Nadine will be more than happy to let you fuck her ass. She’s going to be your little fuck-slave at least until I return your wife.”

Mr. Quick nodded, his hand sliding through his sister-in-law’s hair. He stared down at her. “And you’re going to be a good fuck-slave, aren’t you?”

Nadine moaned.

“She will be, honey,” said Mrs. Quick. “I’m so glad you’re seeing my husband is being taken care of, Mildred. He’s a good man.”

“Mmm, but you love me more, don’t you,” I cooed as she moved to straddle me.

“Of course,” Mrs. Quick gushed. “You’re just amazing, Mildred. I love you so much.”

She cupped my face and kissed me with hunger. Her large breasts rubbed into my clavicle, the bottom swell of her boobs caressing the tops of my round tits. Our tongues dueled while I savored every bit of kissing her while feeling Mr. Quick’s eyes on me.

“Ooh, let’s devour each other, Twerp,” Bryana moaned.

“Here I go!” Chloe cheered.

The two sisters made such naughty sounds as they devoured the other’s cunt. It mixed with the sucking and slurping Nadine did on her brother-in-law’s cock. He groaned, savoring the woman’s passionate blowjob.

And I savored kissing his wife. My hands slid down her naked back to her plump butt-cheeks. I boldly thrust my fingers into her crack. I didn’t have to shy ever again. Not with my amazing panties. I loved the confidence swelling through me to do this.

I found Mrs. Quick’s puckered asshole and stroked my finger up and down it. I broke the kiss and cooed, “I want this sliding down my futa-dick right now.”

“Yes, Mildred,” purred the MILF, her blue eyes shining with lust for me. “Mmm, let me think about how to do this. I guess if I lean back.”

She reached between us to grab my girl-cock. She held it tight and then leaned her body back. Her breasts swayed before my face. The tip of my dick slid through her silky bush, sending a shiver racing down to my cunt. A moment later, she pressed my cock’s tip into her taint and slid it back. The puckered hole I just stroked now caressed the crown of my aching shaft.

She pressed down her weight on my crown. Her anal ring spread and spread. Her married asshole swallowed my cock while her docile husband watched. Mrs. Quick moaned, her breasts heaving as she bucked. She quivered, taking more and more of my dick as she sank her weight down my shaft.

“That’s it, honey,” he said, just so supportive of her. “You’re doing great. Swallow her cock.”

“Yes,” I moaned, the pleasure rippling down my shaft. I just might keep her like I would Chloe. The MILF was so exciting. I’d leave Mr. Quick his sister-in-law and eldest daughter to enjoy. It was a fair trade. I didn’t need every woman.

Just the best.

“She’s so big and thick!” gasped Mrs. Quick. “Oh, honey, it’s a shame we never did this. Ooh, this is amazing. I’m going to cum so hard on her cock in my asshole!”

“It’s so hot!” Chloe moaned. “I loved when Mildred slid into my butt.”

“Such a tasty butt,” cooed Bryana.

I bet it was.

Mrs. Quick bottomed out on me. Her plump ass rested on my thighs, her pussy rubbing into my stomach. She wiggled her hips, stirring my cock around inside of her bowels. I groaned, my dick throbbing and aching in her.

Then she slid up me. Her bowels clenched about my dick. I groaned at the delicious feel of her slipping up and up my cock, her pussy smearing against my stomach as she did so. That ticklish bush feeling incredible.

“Yes!” I moaned, stroking her back.

“Mildred!” she cooed, staring at me with such delight burning in her eyes. She slammed her asshole down my cock. Her butt-cheeks smacked into my thighs. “Oh, this is amazing! I’m yours!”

“Yes, you are!” I panted.

She worked her bowels up and down my dick. Her asshole gripped me. Held me tight. This incredible bliss melted to my cunt. My futa-balls tightened, building and building with a load of cum to fire into her depths.

I would pump so much jizz into her bowels. I groaned as she rode me, working her anal sheath up and down my cock. Her tits heaved before me, bouncing and jiggling. They were hypnotic to watch. Her pussy ground on my stomach, her wet bush tickling me, adding a naughty sensation.

“Damn,” Mr. Quick groaned. “Nadine, your sister is working her ass up and down that cock. You’re going to do the same for me, aren’t you?”

Nadine moaned her agreement.

The cute kitten and her big sis moaned and gasped, enjoying their sisterly affection. The incestuous sounds they made rippled through the air. Such a joy to hear. My futa-dick throbbed and ached in Mrs. Quick’s bowels.

The pressure grew and grew at the tip of my dick every time she slid up my cock. I groaned, savoring that hot delight. Her bowels sucked at me. I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut and savoring this heaven for a moment.

Then I opened them to Mrs. Quick’s smiling face.

“I’m going to cum so hard on your futa-dick, Mildred!” the MILF moaned, sliding her bowels down my cock, teasing me. That anal friction had my cunt melting.

“Good,” I groaned. “Don’t hold back. Never hold back with me.”

“Never!” she moaned, her hips dancing from side to side. She stirred her asshole around my cock. She massaged me with that wonderful heaven.

It was incredible to enjoy. I groaned, my dick twitching. Throbbing. I couldn’t take much more of this. She squeezed her bowels tighter around me as she rose up my cock, almost sucking at me. My cunt clenched. My heart pounded with rapture. I groaned as she reached the pinnacle and then slammed back down me.

She gasped. Her pussy gushed juices that splashed my stomach. Her bowels went wild around my dick. She bucked, her convulsing asshole rising an inch up my shaft before she sank back down. Her tits heaved.

“Mildred!” she cried out as she came on my cock.

That wonderful, massaging delight rippled around my dick. I groaned, savoring the wicked sensation of her married bowels sucking at my cock. The pressure rose and rose in my balls. I shuddered and groaned.

Erupted into her pussy.

I fired spurt after spurt of cum into her bowels. I flooded her with my spunk. I groaned, my round breasts bouncing, nudging into the bottom swells of Mrs. Quick’s lush tits. My cock spurted again and again, each one delivering ecstasy to me. That wonderful pleasure rushed out of me. It burst into my mind. I groaned, my cunt clenching and squeezing shut.

“Oh, yes, yes!” I gasped. “Oh, yes, that’s incredible!”

“Mildred!” she whimpered. “Oh, honey, she’s cumming into my bowels and I love it. I’m going to love her so much! Oh, thank you for being such an understanding husband and letting Mildred have me.”

“You’re welcome, honey!” he grunted. “Fuck!”

Mr. Quick found his own orgasmic release. He dumped his cum into Nadine’s mouth. The divorcee swallowed her brother-in-law’s spunk, her cheeks bulging. She wiggled her hips from side to side, her ass jiggling.

The girls then joined us. They were squealing and moaning, the sisters licking up each other’s pussy juices while I pumped spurt after spurt of my jizz into their mother’s hot, velvety bowels. That delicious anal sheath rippled around me.

I shuddered, hitting that wonderful peak of pleasure. It was so exciting. I quivered there, my pussy going wild, gushing juices that soaked the couch cushion and drenched my thighs. The pleasure was so exquisite.

I panted, slumping back into the couch as Mrs. Quick milked out the last of my cum. My balls quivered. “Mmm, that was what I needed.”

“I could tell,” the blonde beauty impaled on my cock said. She had such a wicked gleam in her eyes. “I mean, you fired sooooo much cum into my asshole.”

“Can I lick it clean?” the cute kitten exclaimed. “I want to lick all that cum out of your ass. Ooh, I just know it will be yummy.”

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Sasha Ford

“There is no fucking way this is happening,” I whispered as I stared at my phone, seeing the feed from inside the Quicks’.

I certainly didn’t expect to find this strange orgy in progress. A family orgy.

I had been fucking around with my new drone. I just loved the thing, flying it all over the neighborhood. It had these quiet rotors, stealthy the ads said, and you could barely hear it. It had an auto-hover mode and all sorts of nifty stabilization. I controlled it from my phone. My eyes were so wide as the sound, coming through the window with startling clarity thanks to the excellent onboard mic, made my pussy clench.

“Chloe is not about to lick her mother’s asshole,” I muttered. And what would she be licking up? Did the dildo Mrs. Quick had been riding, strapped to the brunette woman who’d just moved in on our street, ejaculate. I’d seen some of those online.

They fired this creamy substance. Mmm, I wanted one so bad. I’d fuck the hell out of girls with that. Like Bryana Quick. I’d fucked her hard with my strap-on while her boyfriend lay passed out at a party. He had no idea she licked me out either.

Chloe rolled off her sister and stood up. The cute, eighteen-year-old blonde had a petite body. I shuddered, my fingers unsnapping the waistband of my jeans to slip my hand inside. At the same moment, her mother slid off the brunette’s dildo. Mrs. Quick fell to her knees and there was something white bubbling out of her asshole.

A dildo that ejaculated. So fucking hot.

I found my clit and rubbed my fingers against it. My bud throbbed, drinking in the pressure of my fingers. Mildred stood up and I could see her dildo thrusting out from her crotch, complete with a set of balls. I didn’t see the straps, though. Where they clear? Kinky.

“Bryana, go ride your dad’s cock and suck my dick clean while you do,” ordered Mildred.

“Oh, that sounds hot,” Bryana said. The punkish girl, her hair dyed cherry-red this month, darted for her dad while her Aunt Nadine slid her mouth off his cock. He’d just cum down her throat—his involvement wasn’t the best part of the orgy, but I couldn’t look away from the chance of father/daughter incest—and was still hard.

I groaned as Bryana sank down on her father’s lap, impaling her shaved pussy on his dick. The incestuous moment of a father sliding into his daughter’s young cunt sent a hot thrill shooting through my pussy.

“The drone better be saving all of this in the cloud,” I moaned. I should have a few hours of free storage. This was so hot.

Bryana’s round tits bounced as she worked her cunt up and down his dick, her back facing him. She leaned over, almost doing a lap dance for him. I groaned, the heat sweeping through my twenty-year-old body, my orgasm building fast.

Mildred thrust her dildo, fresh from Mrs. Quick’s asshole, at Bryana’s mouth. The girl didn’t hesitate to suck on it. The brunette lesbian shuddered like that was the best thing in the world. It could be hot when a girl sucked on your strap-on like it were a real dick, but it didn’t feel incredible.

After all, a dildo wasn’t a cock. You didn’t feel anything.

God, I’d love to have a dick. To be a girl with a huge schlong would be so hot. All the girls on my softball team would be lining up to let me eat their pussies out then, and not just my coach. Ooh, that would be so fantastic.

Mildred gripped Bryana’s head and fucked her hips forward, using her mouth as a pussy while her father used her cunt. He gripped her hips, working her up and down his cock. The taboo incest had my blood boiling.

Nadine sank down beside her brother-in-law. “Ooh, yes, yes, Bryana, pleasure your father. He’s the man of the house. Work that cunt up and down him while cleaning Mildred’s futa-dick.”

“Futa-dick?” Was that the brand of dildo that spurted cum. I’d have to look that up.

“Oh, honey, lick all of Mildred’s girl-cum out of my asshole,” Mrs. Quick moaned.

Just in frame, Chloe was feasting on her mother’s asshole. The cute girl, whom I’d been thinking about seeing if she wanted to learn about some lezzie love, wiggled her hips. Her blonde hair draped over her mother’s rump, hiding the fun of her rimming.

“It’s so good,” she moaned. “I love your cum, Mildred.”

“Mmm, I bet you do,” groaned the brunette lesbian.

I shuddered, frigging my clit harder. My orgasm built and built. I held my phone in such tight hands as I watched Mildred thrust her realistic dildo into Bryana’s mouth. The slut sucked her mother’s ass off of it, loving it.

Such a dirty slut.

Pussy clenched. I slid my fingers down from my clit to thrust into my pussy. I groaned, my body shaking. I ground the heel of my hand into my clit. My bud burst with sparks. The pleasure showered through my cunt, building me towards my orgasm.

“Oh, honey, work that cunt!” groaned Mr. Quick. “I’m going to cum in your pussy.”

“Yes, yes,” I hissed. “Flood the slut. Maybe you’ll knock her up!”

My pussy clenched around my fingers. My legs twitched and thrashed. I loved this drone. Best $300 I’d ever spent. Way better than any dildo. I groaned, my fingers plundering hard and fast into my cunt, churning me towards that orgasm.

All the Quicks were panting, too. Mrs. Quick enjoyed getting her asshole rimmed by her youngest. Mr. Quick was savoring his eldest working her pussy up and down his cock. Mildred was getting off having her futa-dick polished clean by Bryana while Nadine masturbated herself, rubbing her hot cunt.

Just like me.

“Cum in your daughter!” I hissed, surging towards that magical orgasm that would consume me. This was so much hotter than anything I’d thought I’d see, which was a topless Mrs. Solomon. “Shit, yes!”

Bryana moaned around the brunette’s dildo. She slammed her cunt down her father’s cock and squirmed there. I gasped, my left hand gripping my phone. Her pussy was going wild around her father’s cock, milking it.

I frigged my cunt so hard now. I thrust my fingers in and out of my juicy depths faster while I watched Mr. Quick’s face twist with rapture. He felt his daughter’s cunt going wild around his cock. That forbidden incest they were reveling in bringing him to the brink.

“You can do it,” I hissed.

“Fuck, yes!” I growled.

Never had a guy cumming in porn gotten me off, but it did now. Knowing that his spunk fired into Bryana’s pussy sent a wild rush through me. I bucked on my bed. My pussy convulsed and writhed around my fingers.

Waves of ecstasy washed through me. I whimpered, stars dancing across the screen as the intensity of my orgasm rushed through me. My clit throbbed beneath the heel of my hand, adding sparks of delight that mixed with my bliss.

“Oh, this is so hot!” I groaned.

“Milk my pussy dry, honey!” panted Mr. Quick.

“Oh, honey, I’m so glad you’ll be taking care of your father while I’m at Mildred’s!” Mrs. Quick moaned.

“Oh, god, what does that mean?” I groaned as my orgasm hit the peak. What had I stumbled on?

“Yes, yes, you’re going to be mine, Dianne!” Mildred moaned. Then she ripped her dildo out of Bryana’s mouth.

Bucked.

The fake cum erupted from the dildo. It splattered Bryana’s face. She opened her mouth as the pearly liquid coated her features. I shuddered at how life-like it looked. So much like real cum. I groaned while Mildred simulated her orgasm well.

So well, I could see pussy juices spilling down her thighs.

And there was so much. How could all that jizz fit in the dildo? In the balls? And how did she fire it out of the toy? She wasn’t squeezing the balls to squirt the contents. I stared in such fascination at the pearly strands that dripped down Bryana’s face.

“Oh, Mildred, I love the taste of your cum,” she moaned. “Mmm, it’s just yummy.”

“I bet it is,” I groaned. “You can make it taste like anything other than real spunk. I need to get one of these.”

I pulled my fingers out of my pussy and absently sucked on them. I worked them in and out of my mouth. They were soaked in my sweet juices. I loved the flavor of my pussy. I swirled my tongue around my fingers as I watched Nadine began licking the futa-cum off her niece’s face. I smiled, loving just how naughty this was. It was such a wild sight to see.

“Okay, okay, kitty-cat and Dianne, get dressed. I’m taking you home with me. Mr. Quick—”

“Call me Fred, Mildred,” he said in a friendly manner.

“Fred, enjoy your fuck-slut and daughter. I’ll let you keep them even after, or if, I return your wife to you.”

“Sure, sure,” he said. “Just take care of Dianne and my Chloe.”

Mildred hesitated while my jaw dropped. This was some crazy shit. Was this a BDSM thing. Was Mildred like topping the entire family. She really didn’t act like a domme. She wasn’t giving orders, just saying things and they were all scrambling to obey her.

“I will, Fred,” Mildred said with absolute sincerity. “I’ll treat them well. You don’t need to worry about them.”

“Here are your panties,” Chloe said, her petite body scampering up to Mildred. She thrust a pair of purple panties at the woman. She still wore her dildo and her cock…

Deflated? It was growing soft? Because it had emptied all the cum in it? That was a neat feature.

I activated the controls and raised the drone up to a few hundred feet. I would track them and then spy on them wherever they went. I hoped it was just next door to the house Mildred had bought. This was so hot. I didn’t want the fun to stop. I wanted to learn more.

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Chloe Quick

Dressed, I darted over to Dad and, even though he was naked and had Bryana and Aunt Nadine licking his cock, I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him on the cheek. “Bye, Daddy. Love you.”

“Love you, too,” he said and kissing me back on the cheek. “You mind Mildred and your mother.”

“I will, Daddy,” I said, so happy. I didn’t even care that I had missed out on Pretty Pretty Kay’s gossip live-stream on YouTube. It was such a shame my friend Stacey had bolted and didn’t get to join the fun.

She was shy.

I had my skinny jeans—which absolutely was not me copying how my older sister dressed—and blouse. Mom wore her sundress and Mildred had on a one-piece dress that looked like something a reverend’s wife would wear to Sunday evening service. Not fancy, but very conservative. It was so different from the fun and sexy futa who’d so changed our lives.

“Now, I have a big surprise for you, kitty-cat,” Mildred said, extending her hand to me.

I darted over and took it. “Oh?”

“Yes, what?” Mom asked. She took Mildred’s arm the way a wife would with her husband’s. Or her futa-wife.

Did that make Mildred my futa-step-mom now? I mean, my parents were divorced. Mom was just Mildred’s now. Maybe I shouldn’t overthink it, but what was this present. I was getting all excited to receive it. Should I text Stacey and tell her about this?

“You’ll see,” Mildred said, squeezing my hand. “Mmm, now, let’s get over to my place. I have a big bed. We’ll all fit.”

“Oh, yay,” I said.

Mom and I waved goodbye to Dad, Aunt Nadine, and Bryana, and then we were out the door. I smiled, the late afternoon sun warm. My stomach was starting to rumble. It was clear Mom wasn’t going to make any food tonight.

“Can we order pizza?” I asked.

“Sure,” Mildred said. “And if you show them my panties, why, I bet we won’t have to pay. And if it’s a cute girl, mmm, we can have two different meals.”

“That’s naughty,” I giggled, my pussy feeling all wet against my jeans.

I’d left my panties at home.

It was such a fun walk, but so short. I mean, she lived next door to us. We passed Mrs. Solomon sunbathing on her front lawn. She sat up and took notice of us, peering over the top of her sunglasses. She had big, fake boobies held in her skimpy bathing suit.

“She wants every man in the neighborhood to stare at her tits and ass,” Mom muttered, her voice full of disapproval. “One or two’s fallen between her thighs. Her poor husband has no idea.”

“And the wives of those men.”

“No one’s told them.” Mom shifted. “I’m not really sure which husbands they are. It’s just rumored.”

“Not Dad,” I said firmly.

“Of course,” Mom said.

“I like the sight of her,” Mildred said, a husky purr to her voice. “Don’t you two?”

“So do I,” I gasped.

“Yes,” Mom said, looking over at her. “Maybe you could fall between her thighs.”

“That would be hot,” Mildred moaned. “I’m getting stiff all over again.”

I grinned as we walked up her driveway now. She released my hand to punch in a code on a panel on the side of the house. It opened the garage door, and we headed inside. She closed it and then we entered her house through an unlocked kitchen door. It was cool inside and had a fresh scent. There were boxes everywhere, her kitchen only half unpacked.

“Now, my gift for you is upstairs, kitty-cat,” she cooed, taking my hand again. “Dianne, did you bring your phone.”

“Of course,” Mom said.

“Then you should film this. It’s an important part of her life. It should be documented. Like a birthday.”

Mom pulled out her phone and aimed it at me. I rolled my eyes. She held it upright.

“Turn it sideways. You don’t want to take a video that way. Everyone will think it’s lame.”

“Oh, right.” Mom gave me a smile and turned her phone. “Today, my daughter is getting a gift from Mildred. I’m so excited.”

“Mom,” I groaned, a wave of embarrassment washing over me.

“Let’s go up to my bedroom,” said Mildred. “That’s where it is.”

“And where your bed is?” I asked, flicking her an arched eyebrow.

“Oh, you know it,” she said. “I can see the naughty ideas scrambling through your mind. Head up the stairs, go left, and it’s at the end of the hallway.”

I darted for the stairs, Mom filming me. My blonde hair streamed down my back. I felt so much like a kitty-cat that when I hit the stairs, I found myself scrambling up them on all fours, my jean-clad rump wiggling behind me. I giggled as I went, hearing them behind me.

They were staring at my cute butt.

I reached the top of the stairs, almost breathless with exhilaration, and darted left. I almost hit a full sprint as I burst into Mildred’s bedroom. I shivered as I looked around. There was a bed with a purple comforter, a pair of nightstands with lamps on them. An alarm clock on the right, a charging station for her iPhone on the other. The windows were open, sunlight streaming in. A bird darted by, drawing my attention.

“Oh, don’t you look cute,” said Mom.

I looked away to smile at her then looked back out the window to spot the bird. I could have sworn it was hovering in place. But I didn’t see anything. Then my excitement broiled over me. I jumped in place.

“What’s the surprise?” I whimpered.

“Get naked,” Mildred said as she opened the closet door.

I grinned in delight and ripped off my shirt, my little breasts coming into view. Mom had a big smile on her face as she filmed that. I grinned and did a quick pose. I blew her a kiss. Then my hands darted down to my jeans. I unsnapped them. I wiggled them off my hips, exposing my blonde bush. Mom now let out a hungry, purring sound.

“There’s my little kitty-cat’s pussy,” she cooed. “She’s got a real yummy one.”

“I do! Bryana just loved eating it.”

I worked off the skinny jeans. They got all bunched and tangled around my ankles, but I kicked my pants off my feet. I stood there naked now, hands on my hips, grinning as the sunlight fell on my rump and back.

“Here we are,” said Mildred. She pulled out a white clothing box wrapped in a purple ribbon. “This is for you. Open it.”

I squealed in delight and took the box from her. My hand trembled as I ripped at the end of the ribbon. The satin whisked together. The bow came undone. I ripped off the box and found tissue paper. I tore through it to reveal a pair of panties.

I picked them up, tossing the box onto the bed, and held them stretched. They were white with ruffled bands of lace that ran down the backside. They were girlish and cute. I grinned, just the sort of panties I would wear.

“Thank you, Mildred, they’re perfect!” I gushed.

The brunette futa smiled and stroked her girl-dick as she watched me don them. I wiggled my hips from side to side, this burst of excitement shooting through me. Something moved in the corner of my eye out the window, but I was too busy drawing up my panties to care. I worked them up over my hips and butt. I adjusted them, seating the fabric tight against my pussy and—

Exploded.

My orgasm hit me so hard, I fell on the bed and spasmed. Waves of rapture washed through me. I gasped and moaned, my pussy gushing juices. More than I had ever squirted in my life. My panties drank them in. They grew utterly soaked by them.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I howled in rapture, stars bursting across my vision. “Oh, yes, thank you!”

“Mmm, it’s just getting started,” purred Mildred.

I quivered and groaned as the pleasure rushed through me. More and more of my juices soaked my panties. They were impregnated in my sweet musk. I gasped, my cunny spasming with my orgasmic delight. My mind drowned.

The panties grew tight because…

“No!” I glance down to see the growing bulge. My jaw dropped. A cock formed inside my panties. A big, throbbing dick.

I shoved them down and gasped at the sight of the big girl-dick swelling to a size as big as Mildred’s. A pair of hairless futa-balls were beneath, resting over my pussy still quivering in delight. I gasped and grabbed it.

“Mom, I’m a futa!”

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Sasha Ford

“Holy fucking shit!” I gasped as I watched Chloe shove down her panties.

She had a cock. She was growing a dick. I could see it swelling. What the fuck was going on over at this Mildred’s place and…

She had a real cock, too. Not a toy. I quivered, staring at the drone footage. I had to know more. I shoved my hands back down into my panties, staring at the screen hoping, begging, for them to talk about this miracle.

I needed one of those dicks.

To be continued…

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Their relationship gets taken to the next level.

We Never Knew Part 3: Chloe and Sophie

-Chloe-

I woke up fully in love with my sister safe in my arms. Sophie was already awake when I woke up.

“Good morning my beautiful sister” she said then she gave me a light kiss.

“Good morning my adorable little sister.” I responded.

We looked into each other eyes and I could finally see in her eyes that she was in love with me the way I was in love with her.

“Well, guess what?” I asked.

“What’s up?” she responded.

“We have the whole house to ourselves this weekend!” I said as sexy as possible but I don’t think she noticed.

“Yay! We can just hang out and have fun!”

My god she was so oblivious. I had to tell her I wanted to make love to her but I didn’t know how to tell her. I didn’t write it in my journal so she didn’t know. Maybe I could really teach her how to masturbate properly as a hint to drop and that could evolve but I’m sure she already knows how.

I should wait for a bit and just enjoy the state we are in right now. We are in love and that’s all that matters right now. Best not to rush it but I should still hint at it a little and maybe tell her tomorrow because we had the whole weekend to do it. Today, we should just focus on our love.

“So, when did you first know?” she asked me.

“Well, when you caught me masturbating, that when I was first attracted to you and that’s why I was moaning your name. I also know you watched me and touched yourself. Then, when you got dumped, that’s when I fell for you really hard. It was so hard sleeping in the same bed as you after I just fell in love with you. That’s why I got up and got that journal.”

“Yeah the same bed was a little cruel I’m sorry. Wait wait wait, you know I watched you?”

“Yeah I thought it was kind of hot. It actually helped me cum so thank you.”

“Oh haha you’re welcome. When I watched you, that’s when I fell for you and found out I was bisexual. Also, I must confess. Dylan didn’t break my heart. I broke his because I fell for you.”

I was perplexed and stunned. She fell for me when she caught me masturbating? Then she dumped her boyfriend to be with her sister? Who is this person? I didn’t even recognize my own sister.

“You ended your relationship for me? Why would you do that?”

“Yeah because I was more in love with you than I was with him.”

I leaped towards my sister and kissed her hard on the lips and she received my kiss with an inviting tongue.

“I love you so much!”

“I love you too!” she replied.

I smiled, as I knew she finally meant it the same way I always did.

“Can I ask you a question?” I asked.

“Sure sis anything.”

“Was the virginity thing a lie too?”

“Haha yes and no. I gave him my virginity months ago. I told you about it now so it would make more sense for why I was so heartbroken.”

I can’t believe my little sister lost hers before me. Also thinking about my sister having sex again made me twitch. God she was so hot. Sitting on her bed with her mini-skirt on showing off her bright pink panties and a green tank top with no bra. I was losing my mind! I knew I couldn’t wait any longer.

“Sophie, I have a request and it’s kind of a big request.”

“Sure sis what’s up?”

“Can I…”

I hesitated and had a million butterflies in my stomach.

“Can I make love to you, my beautiful sister that I love more than anything in the entire world?”

“I’ve been waiting for you to ask. Why do you think I dressed up so sexy.” She responded in a sexy voice.

This whole time, I was the oblivious one.

“So who’s going first?” she asked.

“You go first. I don’t know what I’m doing because it’s my first time.”

“Wait, is my older sister still a virgin?” she asked as she giggled.

“Yes Sophie now stop laughing. I am saving it for someone special.”

“Ok ok save it for someone special. Now follow my lead sis. This is going to be fun!!!!”

She started to take off her top revealing her nice B cup breasts and I did the same showing off my slightly bigger C cup breasts.

Then she turned around for my benefit and dropped her mini-skirt showing off her amazing bubble butt. Once she turned back around I did the same.

The whole time I was thinking, “Is this really happening? Am I really about to have sex with my younger sister?”

“Alright sis lay down on your bed.” She instructed.

I did as I was told and laid down on my bed with just my purple panties on.

“Now close your eyes and relax.”

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. The next thing I felt was my sisters lips on my neck and I let out a small moan and then she started to bite a little too hard.

“Mmmmmm… ooo go easy on me sis. It’s my first time.”

“Don’t worry sis I will never hurt you. You have to relax and trust me.”

She was right. I had to trust her because I love her. She lightly started to nibble on my neck again and I liked it.

“Mmmmmmmm…” I continued to moan in approval.

She stopped and I was about to open my eyes until I felt her tongue on my nipple.

“Mmmmm that feels great sis!” I said as she flicked my nipple with her tongue.

She kept sucking and playing with my nipples like Allison used to do but Sophie was so much better but I knew the best part was yet to come. Allison never ate me out before and neither has anyone so I was really excited but Sophie was building to it and it drove me insane.

She finally released my nipple from her mouth and I thought it was going to happen but she just went to my other nipple. God she was teasing the hell out of me.

Then the moment I was waiting for was about to happen. She stopped sucking on my tits and I could feel her breath move down to my pussy and I knew what was about to happen.

-Sophie-

I couldn’t believe what I was doing. I was sucking on my sisters tits and I was about to eat her out. I was so scared so I decided to tease her more to avoid the inevitable. I slowly peeled off her panties and when I did that she opened her eyes to look at me. I could see the anticipation in her eyes.

“Close your eyes baby.” I said to her.

She did and I started to tease her by kissing her everywhere other than her pussy. All up and down her legs, thighs and right above and below her pussy. She was literally shaking with anticipation.

“Just lick my pussy you little tease. I’ve been waiting for this for so long and I can’t take it anymore!” She screamed.

“Ask nicely.” I said back as I like to be dominant.

“Ok fine. Baby, will you please lick my pussy?”

“Of course I will. Thank you for asking nicely.” I said with a coy smile.

“Close your eyes. I want there to be anticipation so it will feel better.”

“Ok fine.” She said and she laid back.

I was so scared and had a million butterflies in my stomach and I knew there was no turning back now. I just closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and dove right in and I LOVED IT!!!

“Ohhhhhhhhh my gooooooooooossssssshhhhhh… that feel amazing baby keep doing that.” She said as I went to work on her pussy.

I quickly found her clit and went to work on it with my tongue.

“Yes baby right there don’t stop. I love you so much! Don’t stop baby don’t ever stop!!!”

She was pretty much screaming at this point. That’s when I thanked my parents for not being home. I pressed harder on her clit.

“Ohhhh fuck baby just like that don’t stop I’m gonna cummmmmmm yes yes yes IM CUMMING!!!!!!!”

And with that, she squeezed my head between her thighs and started to shake and she pushed my head away as it was too much for her. She was squiring all over the place and I just had to wait for it to pass.

When she finally calmed down, I laid next to her and when she opened her eyes, I was sitting right there looking into her beautiful brown eyes. She smiled and kissed me and I could feel her kiss was full of love. It was official. I was 100% fully in love with my sister.

“I love you more than anything and I’m glad I fell for you. You are my sister, my best friend, and above all, my one true love.” I said.

She was about to cry because she had been waiting to hear those very words for a long time.

“I love you too more than you will ever know!” she said holding back tears.

I hugged and kissed my beautiful sister and we spooned.

“Want me to return the favor?” she asked.

“Not right now. Let’s do it tomorrow. I’m already comfy in your arms. We have all day tomorrow to ourselves.”

She smiled, kissed me and said, “Ok then. Goodnight my adorable little sister.”

“Goodnight my gorgeous older sister.”

We spooned and feeling safe and loved in my sisters’ arms I feel right asleep.

Let me know what you think with a comment and a rating.

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Being the good Girl Scout that she was, Jasmine was always prepared. Today she had worn her panties with a special pocket for her vibrating bullet. She reached into her backpack, while looking around the bus for any on-lookers, and pulled out her shiny silver bullet and remote control.

Jasmine looked back at Leigh and instantly remembered how hot and tight her pussy was around her fingers. With the cover of a blanket, Jasmine popped the bullet into her panties and put the blanket back on the floor. This was one of her favorite things to do while she was bored in school. She would give the control to Leigh anytime they had a class together — she loved letting her girlfriend have the power to make her wet during the most inappropriate times.

She flipped the switch to “ON”, closed her eyes, sat back, and thought of Leigh’s dripping wet pussy pulsing around her fingers. Jasmine was so wet from fucking her girlfriend. She quickly found herself grinding her pussy into the bullet. Her hips found a steady rhythm, her thighs quivered. She was getting hot. Small beads of sweat began on her neck as she chewed her bottom lip in pleasure.

ON. OFF. ON. OFF. ON, went the control. She tried to conceal her whimpers while her chest was rising and falling faster and faster. Jasmine was starting to feel the oh so familiar tingle in her clit, when she heard the brakes of the bus start.

“We’re here already?!? But I’m not done yet,” thought Jasmine. Everyone on the bus started to get their backpacks and bags and file off the bus.

“Did you girls have a good nap? Jasmine, you look slightly flushed. Are you feeling alright? Do you have a fever?” said Miss Robbins. “We can’t have our star getting sick on us.”

“Oh, uhm, I’m ok Miss Robbins. Just a little excited to get home, I guess,” said Jasmine trying to sneak her control into her pocket without anyone noticing. “Leigh, I’m giving you a ride home, right?”

“If you don’t mind having me,” said Leigh. Jasmine smiled at the thought of having Leigh all night long. “No not at all,” said Jasmine.

Being the team captain, Jasmine felt she needed to stay behind and make sure all of her teammates got picked up. As the last person left, Jasmine, Leigh, and Miss Robbins shared some small talk.

“Do you girls have a minute?” asked Miss Robbins. “There’s something I want to discuss with the two of you in my office.”

“She saw us!” thought Leigh. “She wants to give me a special award for winning,” thought Jasmine. “Sure! I’m taking Leigh home, so she can wait too,” said Jasmine.

Jasmine and Leigh had stayed late at school before, but not this late. As the three of them walked down the halls in the dark, Jasmine and Leigh held hands. Their high heels echoing off the tile, Jasmine couldn’t help but think about taking Leigh off to a corner and fucking her.

Miss Robbins classroom was at the end of the farthest hall and as they approached she said, “Jasmine. You dropped this in the bus, it fell out of your pocket.” Unable to see what Miss Robbins was holding, she instantly knew what it was when the silver bullet began assaulting her hard clit in her panties. “Oh shit,” said Jasmine out of both pleasure and fear.

Miss Robbins unlocked her room, turned on the light, let them in behind her, and locked the door. “Ladies. How old do you think I am?”

Jasmine and Leigh both looked at each other. They said in unison, “Ummm, 30?” Miss Robbins turned the bullet on again. “Younger,” she said.

Jasmine knew where this was going. “You’re 25 and I’m 18, which makes me old enough for you to fuck.” “Precisely,” said Miss Robbins.

“I watched the two of you on the bus. When you took out the dildo, I had to do everything in my power not to go over there and join you two. Leigh, you’re so fucking cute when you cum, but I’d rather hear you scream,” said Miss Robbins as she unbuttoned her cardigan, caressed her breast, and let down her blonde hair from her bun.

Leigh and Jasmine had always thought Miss Robbins was too hot to be a teacher and would steal glimpses of her 36Ds anytime she bent over. Leigh knew it was the reason they would stay late after school in hopes to get close to Miss Robbins.

“Kiss each other,” said Miss Robbins “like you’re trying to taste your cum off her tongue.” “Yes ma’am,” they said in unison. Miss Robbins watched these two hot teens make out in front of her as their tongues battled each other. “Unbutton each other’s skirts… slowly.” They both smiled and while looking at Miss Robbins while kissing, they undid the others’ skirt.

“Have you ladies ever been with an experienced woman?” Miss Robbins asked.

“No ma’am,” said Leigh. “Not yet,” said Jasmine “but I’ve always wanted to fu–”

“Shut your mouth! I didn’t say you could speak Jasmine,” said Miss Robbins.

Jasmine blushed and Leigh looked slightly worried. No one had ever spoken to Jasmine that way. Standing skirtless in their black lace panties, Leigh thought, “What have we gotten ourselves into?”

END PART 2

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These two young ladies invite her in with them.

Both Emma and I got down on our knees and came back to her. Emma wasted no time bringing her hand to Ms. Lewis’s twat and rubbing it.

“Oh, Emma, you have some soft fingers,” Ms. Lewis moaned, glancing at her.

“I know, but if you think about telling someone about all of this, then we’re gonna have issues, got it?”

“Yes, Emma, I understand.”

“Then put your hand on my girlfriend’s head,” she ordered our teacher before I leaned to her left tit and began licking her nipple.

“Oh, both of you are drop-dead sexy,” she let out, gently setting a hand on my head. “You are definitely more dazzling than Carmen and Janine, pushier, but more dazzling.”

We took in those compliments and pleased our teacher in silence for a few minutes. I licked her nipple all over and felt her other boob as well. She even covered my hand with her free one and endured all the pleasure.

I saw Emma somewhat firmly rub her pussy lips going back and forth. Obviously, not as hard as Ms. Lewis was doing to herself, but still playfully to get the sexy message across, so to speak. I also saw her making kissing faces at me, so she loved the whole experience too.

She even mouthed, ‘I love you,’ several times, so all was right with us. Then I closed my eyes and licked Ms. Lewis’s nipple even harder. Her’s were bigger considering she had more immense knockers, so it was slightly more challenging to keep her nipple slathered.

Nevertheless, I was more than up to pleasing her. I even moved my body, so I was more in front of her and angled my head towards her too. We made eye contact, but didn’t speak. We had her sucked in like nothing else mattered, and we liked it that way.

She caressed my head and even brought her head forward to smooch my forehead. So, not only were there sexual connections, but loving ones too. I surely knew nothing would happen between us, but it was still lovely.

Emma rose a bit. “Just don’t fall in love with her, because Piper is mine,” she made clear, before kissing her and coming to her other boob.

“I understand, now I have two lovely ladies licking my nipples,” she moaned, positioning her hand on Emma’s head too.

We could tell right away Ms. Lewis found herself in paradise. We both look at her and even held hands as we did. Although, we still brought them up onto her pussy, so they both surely got submerged. We rubbed it somewhat and had her jiggling too.

Our hot teacher also licked her nonstop, going all over it. We both just watched her like younger hawks and made it our mission to woo her beyond her any means that Carmen and Janine could. Even though I’d never met them, I seemed to be competing with them.

So, after a few minutes, even when we had Ms. Lewis angle her head back, I sucked her nipple into my mouth. I held her jug as hard as I could and sucked so hard that my cheeks came into my face.

“Oh, that’s nice, Piper, bringing out the big guns now?” She moaned, before glancing at me. “Are you trying to show up your girlfriend? That’s not nice.”

I shook my head no, but Emma came up to her and kissed her. “Well, technically yes, but I love her that way,” she made it clear, before heading back to her boob. “Don’t try to pit us against each other, woman. I wouldn’t be without my girlfriend here, simple as that,” she added, before taking Ms. Lewis’s nipple into her mouth.

“My mistake, I do apologize to both of you for that matter,” she moaned, fondling both of our heads. “It will not happen again, I promise.”

Then Emma brought her fingers back to her cherry and gently rubbed those lips yet again. That caught her attention and made her twitch a bit more and pressure our heads, but we liked it like that.

We both gave her nipples our ‘A’ games and sucked on her nipples so much that I got a headache, and judging by the look on her face, Emma got the same thing. Ms. Lewis had to arch her head back yet again, we felt her legs bumping into us nonstop as well.

Although, that didn’t stop us from making her feel good. I certainly felt drops of sweat coming down my forehead, but I kept going right along with Emma. Maybe this was my idea, but I still went as far as she did.

After only five minutes, we had the chair moving back and forth every five seconds or so, and she moved around like we were sticking needles into her too. It seemed to us like she wasn’t used to such pleasure, so we were in the lead past the other two.

I still needed to release her nipple because I couldn’t take the headache, but I began licking it yet again and had her tingling too. I let her nipple fling as I went up and down numerous times, and Ms. Lewis couldn’t look back at either of us.

I saw Emma still fingering her, but I rose while keeping my tongue on Ms. Lewis’s nipple, and gave Emma more room to work. I noticed she angled her arm differently, and she let a couple of fingers into her twat.

I came up and brought her head back. “Do you like that, woman? My girlfriend is thrusting her fingers now.”

“I love it, woman, you’re both intoxicating, but completely equal.”

“Good, now you’re catching on, Ms. Lewis.”

“On a scale from one to ten, Ms. Lewis, how well did Carmen and Janine eat your cherry?”

“I don’t know, I was easily pleased, but maybe a nine, I guess.”

“I’m up for a challenge,” Emma made clear, before leaning to her snatch.

“Oh, fuck yes, Emma, no wonder Piper loves you so much,” she moaned, plopping her hands on Emma’s head. “Get that twat with that wet and slick tongue. Lick it fast or slow, I’m sure I’ll love it either way,” she let out, pressuring her head a tad.

I just watched Emma perform the sexy action on another woman for the first time. Truth be told, I did feel the slightest hint of jealousy considering how much our teacher loved the thrills, even though she did admit she was easily pleased with Janine and Carmen.

Although, after a moment, Ms. Lewis did let one hand come onto my pussy as I stayed standing. I moved around a little bit, but still noticed the smile I got from Emma. She placed both hands on Ms. Lewis’s thighs and fucked her nice and slow to start with then.

“Yes, I remember you doing that for me our first time, just eat me out now and slow, making it as intimate as possible. Now you’re doing it for her, you must be the sexiest angel to walk the earth.”

She nodded, but didn’t stop. I felt Ms. Lewis’s palm on my slit, so she felt the whole thing and even made me hold the chair for leverage.

“You can’t just hold still when someone pleases you, Piper. You have to hold onto something, so you can stay standing.”

“I guess, Ms. Lewis, we all have our weaknesses.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean anything by it.”

“If you say so,” I added, before leaning to her to kiss her again.

As we kissed again, I actually felt her grab my crotch, so my whole open cherry was on her hand and getting soaked. I jolted a bit, but still stayed up there because I held the chair as she pointed out indeed. Although, I did place my other hand on her cheek as we made out.

I felt her rattle as Emma made it happen, and her lip drifted a tad, but we kept kissing. She seemed like the perfect third party then, she just clicked with us, and we had the sexual chemistry that cooked our laboratory.

At one point, she let her fingers off my slit and gently pushed my lips off hers too. Then she brought her fingers up to my mouth. I willingly let them in my mouth and sucked all of my juice off, as much as possible. Oddly enough, even with Emma still fucking her, she eyeballed me as I pleased her that way.

So, we developed something of an intense sexual friend we’d undoubtedly have to explore, but of course, we were on a high right then. Nevertheless, we still had to think about doing it again, considering how good I know both Emma and I were feeling.

After a couple of minutes, she pushed my lips off hers, but wrapped an arm around me. “Holy shit, your girlfriend is a sexy angel, Piper. Fuck yes, Emma, that’s good. Run that pussy too.”

“Don’t tell her how to please you, she doesn’t like that.”

“Okay, it won’t happen again,” she confessed, letting her hand back on her head.

After that, I went behind Emma and lied on top of her. I also let my hands come onto her melons, and I grabbed them hard as I scrubbed mine on her back. I also made sure to rub my cherry on her butt, so she got a loving message.

“I’m getting a close look at Emma performing the sexiest art known to man, which is eating a woman’s pussy. Yes, my girlfriend here has turned carpet-munching into an art form, Ms. Lewis. You better appreciate her for everything she does for your beaver.”

“Trust me, I am, Piper, just make sure you two share, I want to feel your tongue and lips down there too.”

“Don’t worry, we already share bras and panties so that we can share the teacher too, but right now,” I moaned, taking a lot of her hair in my hands. “I want to see the woman I love fuck your brains out, Ms. Lewis. I can command her, though, so move your face back and forth, and have that tongue go all over inside her twat. She’ll love it, just as you did it for me,” I said, letting her hair go through my fingers.

I saw her do just that and made our teacher spray us both. That didn’t slow her down at all, she just went on like the sexy robot she was, but still had feelings, though. It couldn’t be more apparent when I felt her fuck me not too long ago, she wanted to give the pleasure all because she loved me more than anyone else.

I got her entire butt wet within a few minutes, and I left saliva all over her shoulders and neck, too, as I left an extra-long string of kisses on her. Needless to say, I also had to feel her drenched cherry too.

That didn’t make her lips come off Ms. Lewis’s pussy, but made her twitch a little bit more. I let my fingers go back and forth on her lips as she kept thrusting her fingers in and out of Ms. Lewis’s snatch at the same time.

So, as she set to kill our teacher with pleasure, I was out to do the same thing with Emma. I finger fucked her as if my life depended on it as I stayed lying on top of her, watching her make Ms. Lewis feel like a whole woman.

I also glanced at Ms. Lewis from time to time, and I caught a lusty eye contact as well as seeing her chin. Either way, I knew she loved my girlfriend’s mouth and tongue, and there’d be no way we’d fail World History either.

By then, we had Ms. Lewis looking to be in a sauna, but she still pushed Emma’s head a bit. “Come on, share with your ravishing girlfriend already, Emma.”

She calmly let her face up and kissed me. So, I got a taste of her juice yet again before fucking her. Although, then I dove right in and began eating her out right away.

“Yes, you’re both equal, that’s for sure,” she moaned, letting her hand on my head.

Like Emma, I began licking her lips ever so slowly to start with and enjoyed the rich taste of her juice. I also placed my hands on her thighs and focused myself the best I could. Emma didn’t climb on top of me, but kept a close watch on me.

She did smooch my cheek several times and did reach back over to my slit. She fingered me from behind, but kept her face close. Emma managed not to let Ms. Lewis’s bush bother her, but it did me a little bit.

Some of her hair got into my mouth and had me gag because she had a bigger bush than Emma. Although, just like Emma, I was up for the challenge. I clutched her thighs as well and did my best to keep the thrills alive and kicking.

Judging by how Ms. Lewis kept pressuring my head, I had her on the hook. Once again, probably not as hard as Emma had her, but I went for it. I watched the video with Carmen fucking her and felt to be her.

So, I felt pretty good, but I was still a pessimist, which was probably why Emma thought I had a stick up my ass, so I could never be sure I was fucking her as well as I could. Nevertheless, I still found myself sure I’d get to perfect myself on Ms. Lewis again.

“Yes, use that glossy tongue just like that, go from side to side, that’s the killer you use on me. Nothing and no one will appreciate it more, but she can at least try. Tickle her and make her spurt out more cum, because I know you love a wet face. How well does her juice smell? Is it better than mine?”

I didn’t respond, but looked at her for a second with a lowered eyebrow. That got me another peck, but then she rose back up with Ms. Lewis. I saw our teacher feel her right tit and her twat as well. I closed my eyes and refocused myself.

I spread out her legs as much as I could and feasted on her cherry the most I could. So, I let my tongue in past those swollen lips, but moved my tongue at a slower pace in there. I could tell she had an intimate fetish, it seemed, because I heard them kissing again.

I didn’t look at them, but I knew they were. I applauded them in the end, but still felt a little bit of jealousy. Nevertheless, I went on my mission and crafted myself to make her feel as great as possible, if only to woo Emma. I upped the energy a tad and let it fling around even more.

That made her part her lips from Emma’s. “Oh, feisty lady,” she moaned, pushing my head on her crotch again.

“Yes, Piper always gets her woman, one way or another, now take my nipple in your mouth,” Emma stated.

I didn’t look yet again and sucked on her lips. I heard her moaning, and I pictured her mouth being full too, but I kept at it like mad. I got that small headache yet again, but I didn’t care by then. We went in to suck her out, but she did that to us, it seemed.

I kept my head moving the most I could and didn’t stop for over three minutes. I felt the pain coming, but I knew that stopping would actually make it worse. I wanted to go until I just couldn’t take it for another second.

I released her lips several times and just kissed them too, so I got creative in making her feel good too. We had her going through some traumatic pain caused by the hottest pleasure possible between Emma and me.

I heard the sucking sounds on Emma’s nipples, and that turned me on too because I knew we were having a good threesome where all three of us were enjoying each other. I let my tongue back into her twat yet again and licked her inside and had it out again too.

I kept doing something different just to keep her guessing. Not that she was genuinely paying attention to exactly what I was doing, she was too busy licking and sucking on Emma’s jugs. She also caressed Ms. Lewis’s cheeks and shot her the lustiest look she could make.

Then I forced a break on myself. “Are you enjoying yourself, babe?” I asked, pushing my tits on Ms. Lewis’s pussy.

“Yes, a woman knows how to please a woman most definitely, she knows how to suck a nipple. Doesn’t her cum taste wonderful?”

“Yes, and I want it all over my melons, too, so you’ll never forget what it tastes like every time you lick my hooters.”

“I can’t wait, hun, you better brace yourself tonight, you’re gonna get fucked hard.”

“I’m forewarned,” I added, before bringing my mouth to Ms. Lewis’s twat.

I watched Ms. Lewis both sucking on Emma’s nipple and finger fucking her like there was no tomorrow. Needless to say, the more they did, the hotter it became, and therefore, I enjoyed watching. I was sure we’d be fucking so much more passionately because of this, so I had to relish that fact too.

Even as I was licking Ms. Lewis’s cherry, I knew in the end; it would lead to me doing more with Emma, so much more, and making her love me like a lot more as well. Emma even reached over to her twat and rubbed the top of it just above my tongue.

So, we looked at each other again with lust in our eyes. She blew me a kiss, but I was too busy to blow one back. Then I saw our teacher switch nipples, and Emma needed to angle her head back, but grabbed her melons too.

She squeezed them, and I did the same to Ms. Lewis’s lips down there, in my mouth. So, I sucked them into my mouth yet again and indeed pressed my lips down on them so hard. That got her to moan, but she didn’t leave Emma’s nipple.

Although, I did release Ms. Lewis’s twat and let Emma douse her hand in her cum. After a few seconds, she let it off her cherry and had me clean off her hand. We glared at each other the whole time, and she smiled at me widely.

“I love you, Piper.”

I released our teacher’s last finger. “I love you too, Emma.”

Then she rose a bit. “Well, Ms. Lewis, does your chair recline?”

“Yes,” she answered, before she had it recline.

Emma cheesed and got up on top of Ms. Lewis with her crotch towards her face. “Feel free to taste my snatch, Ms. Lewis it won’t bite,” she implored Ms. Lewis before coming towards her slit with me. “She told us to share, remember?”

I kissed her and let her lick her pussy yet again. It was more difficult in that position, but it was still rather hot nonetheless. That time, we took turns roughly every thirty seconds for the first five minutes.

As I fucked her, we exchanged eye contact, but we didn’t see each other as she did. Nevertheless, we had more intimacy on that day than I think we ever did in our relationship. We worked together the best we could to woo her and made her dispense out cum.

I wasn’t sure if she got more physical pleasure from having two tongues, but at least emotional thrills came her way. Even though she just met us, she found us to be quite irresistible, and I looked up for a few seconds to verify that Ms. Lewis had her arms wrapped around Emma.

I couldn’t see her licking my girlfriend’s twat, but I was sure she was as Emma served it to her on a silver platter. As Emma kept licking her again, I let a string of kisses on her head and noticed Ms. Lewis’s head moving back there too.

“So, how is she?” I whispered in Emma’s ear.

“Sexy,” she muttered back.

I knew neither of them was all that comfortable, but they both went at each other flawlessly, it seemed. I heard moans coming from both of them, but I knew as Emma’s head was angled down, she’d get dizzy.

Yet, I saw her going at her cherry as if it was mine. She sucked her lips into her mouth, so I decided to go over to Ms. Lewis. I confirmed she was, in fact, eating out my girlfriend. She moved her face back and forth with her tongue out, too, so she had some skills.

I rubbed my twat going back and forth as I watched them for a moment, but just as I thought she would, Emma had to get off Ms. Lewis. She took a deep breath and put her hand out to our teacher. She took it, and Emma brought her up to her feet.

Although, no one spoke, and Emma lowered herself back to her knees. She helped herself to her older snatch, and then I sat down on the desk. I pulled her to me and kissed her as I let my hands on her melons again.

I squeezed them quite a bit and made her quiver a bit more as Emma surely went to town on Ms. Lewis’s beaver. That wasn’t even enough for me, so I leaned down back to her moneymakers and began licking her nipples yet again.

She placed her hands on my head and kept her eyes on mine too. I licked her nipples ever so slowly and made it as intimate as possible. I viewed her slathering her lips and shooting me the lustiest look she could too.

As Emma worked her magic, I felt her pressuring my head, but she never pushed me so hard that it hurt. Although, it was still quite erotic and steaming too. I kept my licks slow, but not too slow, and spread the love between her D-cups.

“I hope you like bigger hooters, Piper.”

“I do,” I replied, taking a small break.

Then she had to slant her head back again to deal with the luxury of having both of us fuck her. So, I had to bring my hands to Emma’s head. I massaged it for her and gave the same message, I love you. I felt her moving her head nonstop, so she reached up and grabbed our teacher’s melons.

She clutched them for me and surely raised the temperature. I actually even had my girlfriend hit me with her knockers, so she demonstrated the chemistry we had. I had to laugh at that and enjoy it.

So, I took Ms. Lewis’s left nipple into my mouth and followed it around too. She freed my head, so I could, and left her arms by her sides too. She still managed to look right at me, even with her getting so thrilled.

I sucked as hard as I could yet again and invited the discomfort again. I pushed off Emma’s hands and grabbed her tits again. I held them as tight as I could and kept sucking on that nipple as if it was literally strawberry flavored, and I wanted every bit of it.

We had her convulsing back and forth, but the two of us, we kept her standing and just craving more and more. I knew just how powerful having a passionate woman eat you out, but Ms. Lewis definitely showed she wanted to take it all.

She began pulling my hair and shed a few tears at that time. So, I could tell we were ripping her apart in a good way. Her legs began spreading a little further and further apart as time went on too. So, it was just a matter of time before someone might hear her screaming.

I was sure she picked up on that, though, so she pushed my mouth off her nipple. She didn’t speak, but yanked my lips to hers. We made out again, and I let my whole palms come onto her melons. She even reached over to my butt and fondled it for me.

“You have such a smooth ass, Piper.”

“Thank you, I could say the same about your boobs.”

Because of that, she moved her hands to my bosoms and rubbed them for a moment. “Well, every single inch of you is flawless. Now stand up on the desk.”

I followed her order and kept my legs spread. I watched her calmly bring her hands to my cherry and rub it ever so slowly for a moment. Almost like she was petting a cute animal, and she needed to make it happy first.

I didn’t speak a word, and just let her have her moment. Although, she said she did eat out with Carmen and Jeanine, so she had the experience. She was still nervous, but for a good reason, she only got to make a first impression with us once.

Although, then she let a couple of fingers into my pussy and then began licking it. I instantly rewarded her with hands on her head. I caressed it and let out a giant moan too in response to having such an incredible thrill from her.

She licked me slowly as well, so it was a theme that we all went for most definitely. I gave her right back the lustiest look I could muster and slathered my lips too. She tickled me and made me jiggle a bit, but I knew how to stay upright too.

I tapped the desk quite a bit, but it posed no threat to me falling, I loved her licking me too much already. Oddly enough, even with Emma still down there licking her pussy as well, she managed to keep going, even though she was going slow too.

She licked my lips, going from bottom to top and doing it somewhat lightly, but of course, just like with us fucking her, she gained confidence as time went on and made her pleasure count. She didn’t let her hands down or kept them right on the sides of my slit.

I certainly felt her moving more and more because of Emma, but she wanted to keep going too. She definitely wanted to get busy with us, but we had to yank it out and make it clear she wouldn’t regret it either.

When that happened, she let her freak flag fly and give in to us too. She made me tingle and surely did bring down my defenses a tad, but just like her, I wanted more. I decided to pressure her head a bit and made her pressure my lips more.

I felt my juice leaking out quite a bit, giving her desk even more of it. She had to let her tongue go inside my pussy, and lick me in there hard. That made me break eye contact and angle my head back.

Although, then she suddenly brought her head back. “Shit, Emma, that feels too good, I can’t keep fucking your girlfriend now.”

“I’m not sorry,” Emma giggled.

We both watched her as she unleashed a good orgasm down on the floor. She vibrated, but didn’t speak. We both just saw her spray the floor and enjoy it as she did. It took her thirty seconds or so, but right after she was done, she leaned back to my pussy and continued fucking me again.

“Holy shit, Ms. Lewis, you are one committed chick,” Emma praised her, rising with me.

“Damn right, she is, Emma,” I moaned, wrapping my arms around her. “I love you.”

“I love you too, woman, wow, we’re just getting away with everything today,” she added, enveloping her arms around me. “Maybe we should go ‘Psycho Bitch’ and fuck her outside where other people can see us.”

“We’ll get there, Emma, she’s proving to be one hot chick, we might have it at least bring her back to our dorm tonight.”

“No, tonight you’re all mine, Piper. Maybe tomorrow night if Ms. Lewis here is up for it. I certainly need to show my support for your new kinky side. I hope this opens the door to new things, because I love it, and this hot piece of ass,” she moaned, placing a hand on our teacher’s head. “Get her pussy and lick her all over, Ms. Lewis, show her how much you like her. Fling that tongue all over and get her screaming. She loves getting eaten out, even more than I do. She gives it to me too, but she loves to receive so much more than me. I love her between my legs too, but we know our feelings because we love each other.”

“That’s a mouthful, woman,” Ms. Lewis added, moving to her. “It’s your turn,” she said, before eating her out.

“Oh, yes, she does know what she’s doing, she’s even better in this position. Yes, now show me some favoritism and suck on my lips too.”

“No, don’t do that, Ms. Lewis,” I chuckled, pushing Emma a bit.

Unlike us, she actually took turns licking our twats. We just stood together and received some intense oral sex from one sexy beauty. We both put a hand on her head and let her do what she wanted, which was to lick our lips for thirty seconds and switch.

She didn’t suck on each of our lips for the time being, but kept her tongue moving swiftly. Emma and I used each other for leverage and acted as one big lady, so to speak. She enjoyed us equally and surely found herself in heaven.

As she licked one of us, she let her hands on our legs as she did it too. So, she definitely had a good feel for getting the job done, and once we unleashed the beast, there was no taming it. We had to deal with the metaphorical sexual growls, but endure them, so to speak.

After a few minutes, she stuck fingers into both of our slits. “Holy shit, you two are better than Jeanine and Carmen,” she complimented us, before sucking my lips into her mouth.

“Thank you for that, I never met either of them, but we both appreciate that. Thank you for sucking on those lips, I love that more than Emma does.”

“Hey, we’re not competing, woman,” Emma made clear, before kissing me and leaned down to my tits.

She sucked on my nipple and made it more challenging to stay up there. No amount of experience could keep me up there forever, but all three were wooing each other and indeed couldn’t walk away despite even if no one saw us, someone could hear us through the walls. I put a hand on Emma’s head and felt both of them fuck me royally.

“Needless to say, this is a perfect Girlsway scene, two college ladies getting with their teacher, and having a great sexy time,” I muttered, caressing their heads.

“Yes, it is, and it’s smoking hot, it would only be hotter if one of us had a step-mom, and we did it with them,” Emma agreed.

“No kidding,” I moaned, angling my head back again.

Ms. Lewis decided to stay on my pussy for the time being, and cut down my defenses like taking a bat to a glass door. Between the two of them, they certainly created the perfect feeling and setting for that Girlsway scene.

I felt our teacher suck on my pussy lips as if there was an endless supply of sugar on it, and she just wanted so much of it, she’d get heart disease. She even evicted her fingers from Emma’s cherry and brought all of hers to mine.

“Well, you’re obviously the favorite here, Piper,” Emma stated, before kissing me. “Don’t worry, I’m not mad, you’re my favorite too.”

We smiled, and then I had her turn around. “That’s good, Emma,” I moaned, bringing my palm to her twat from behind. “You’re my favorite, and I’ll write that in stone right now if you want, just watch, I’ll do it. You’re a knockout, and I swear if any other woman besides my mom told me I had a stick up my ass, I would’ve slapped them.”

“Good to know, yes, stick those fingers up there as Ms. Lewis keeps eating you out. Enjoy her, but make sure you be a good young woman and kiss her after she’s done.”

“I was going to anyway, woman, but thank you for reminding me,” I moaned back, laying a string of kisses on her shoulders and neck. “Oh, I love you, Emma. I love you, I love you, and I love you some more.”

“Damn, get a room, you two,” Ms. Lewis joked.

“Hey, Ms. Lewis, we’re having a moment, eat one of those beavers, and shut it.”

“Yes, bossy,” she responded, before eating me out again.

“No, I’m extra bossy, Ms. Lewis,” Emma made clear, gently pushing her face off my slit.

Then she had us both sit back down on the desk, and Ms. Lewis lowered herself to her knees too. She helped herself yet again to my pussy, and I brought Emma towards me also. I finger fucked her yet again and brought our cheeks together too.

“I love a short-trimmed bush, Emma. I hope you know it’s not a phase, in twenty years, I’m still gonna want your bush to be short.”

“You want to be together in twenty years?”

“Well, we’ve been together for over five-hundred days, and I haven’t regretted even one of those days. You’ve gotten sexier, but bitchier.”

“Hey, I’ve kept my bush trimmed for you, so be nice.”

“And I’m finger fucking you, so you be nice right back, woman.”

“Damn, you two are already relating to each other like an old married couple,” Ms. Lewis observed, coming up with us.

“Let’s just say we didn’t wait to have sex.”

“You fucked on your first date?”

“No, the day we met. I was looking for a roommate in my dorm, and she came looking for a place. Emma is pushy and decided to shower with me because she would be late for a class. Let’s just say she should’ve gone to class a little smelly because I still made her late.”

“So, you had sex in the shower?”

“Yes, and when she got back, we got into my bed and cut all of our other classes that day. We never even needed to have that talk, we just decided to be together, and the rest is history,” I added, before pulling our teacher up with us.

We both kissed her a few times and had her sit down on the desk with us. Although, both Emma and I got onto our knees and shook our titties too with her face nearby indeed. She couldn’t help, but to let us assault her face with her tongue out again.

She licked all four of those moneymakers and even brought her hands to each of our butts too. She caressed them, and Emma and I looked at each other yet again. We each grabbed one of her jugs as well, and thoroughly enjoyed her like no one else.

We were seemingly enjoying feeling her tits, going all over them. “Oh, fuck it, Piper, yes, we compete,” Emma admitted before she felt Ms. Lewis’s cherry.

“I fucking knew it, woman,” I added, before kissing her. “You’re not supposed to lie to me, but I’ll forgive you.”

“Damn, you two are a broken record,” she accused us, before taking Emma’s nipple into her mouth.

“Something like that,” I added, feeling her twat as well.

We both looked at her as if she was a prized possession that came to life, we had successfully seduced our teacher, and we were just enjoying the fireworks too. She enjoyed both of our boobs as they were in sniffing distance, and hooked her so hard, she wouldn’t be able to let go.

We both rubbed her cherry ever so slowly and surely made us tingle in a way we never felt before. Ms. Lewis was our first three-way, and needless to say, it was a great accomplishment considering how great she loved it. We both twitched nonstop, and we were all just dancing in the endzone by then.

After five minutes, she calmly rose with us. “Well, thank you both for that, I’m happy to confirm the rumor for you, but I do have work to do. Just make sure you keep this under your hats, though, got it?”

“Yes,” I answered as we got off the desk. “We’d tell you to clean up, but we’re pretty sure you like a messy classroom.”

“I do, thank you, again, and just make sure that if you two need some one-on-two time because you two can’t pay attention in class, but I’m dead serious, don’t let the Dean find out about this or my past. I can be nice too, but I do have a huge floozy side too that you don’t want to see.”

“We understand, Ms. Lewis,” Emma replied, grabbing our clothes and coming to me. “You do not have a stick up your ass anymore, Piper. If we have to do this again with someone else because you get another one, then so be it.”

“I’ll hold you to it,” I added, before wrapping my arms around her and making out with her one more time in front of her.

“Would you two get out of here before I find one of you between my legs again?” she griped, stomping her feet.

“Sorry, Ms. Lewis,” we both replied.

She blew us a kiss, and then we got dressed and left. Needless to say, bringing her to admit if the rumor was true was a benchmark for our relationship.

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The world’s first futa president enjoys some harem delight while visiting Saudi Arabia!

The World’s First Futa – Futa’s Wild Presidency

Chapter Three: Futa’s First Harem Treat

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

April 17th, 2047

“So meeting with King Njam bin Mohammad ibn Saud was not what I expected,” I said to Adelia, the cameras rolling.

My interview was almost over. We were in the final stretch. It was wonderful to tell, but I was feeling the mental strain now. Still, it was a wonderful way to spend my forty-eight birthday by looking back on my life. We were talking about my first year in office as president.

“In what way?” she asked.

“Well, I hadn’t expected such a warm welcome from the leader of one of the most conservative countries in the world,” I said. “He was jovial, friendly, and eager to cater to me.”

“Really?” Adelia said, leaning forward. I’d never publicly discussed my meeting with King Njam before, mainly to protect him. But ten years later, the world, especially the Middle East, had changed so much. “You mean, he offered you pussy, right?”

“Yep, pussy,” I said, grinning, remembering that feeling of shock when Ayishah had appeared.

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February 17th, 2037

King Njam bin Mohammad, head of the House of Saud, King of the Saudi Arabs, swept into the antechamber in flowing robes of white belted about his waist. He wore the red, checkered turban, called the keffiyeh, particular to the Saudi Arabs. A leather cord bound it about his temple. He was in great shape though age was graying his close-cropped beard.

“President Woodward,” he said, embracing me with more warmth than I expected. His beard tickled my cheeks as he planted a welcoming kiss on each one. “What a pleasure to see you.”

I let out a nervous laugh as I shifted in the dark-blue dress I wore, the blouse far more conservative than anything I would normally wear, the skirt falling down to just below my knees. “A pleasure to meet you, Your Majesty.”

“Please, please, call me Njam,” he said, breaking away.

“Becky,” I said, giving him a smile. An anxious flutter ran through my guts. I had to win his support. He controlled the largest coalition of Arab countries. If I could get him, Jordan, and Egypt on my side, I would have a chance to make changes in the Middle East.

But how?

“So, I hope you’re not offended that I am not wearing a veil or hijab,” I said.

He waved his hands. “You have a cock, so that makes you more man than many I know.”

That shocked me.

“But come, come, let us talk and enjoy pleasures,” he said, sitting down on a divan covered in gold damask. “Coffee?”

“Yes,” I said, taking a seat across from a polished, marble table. Around the room, our bodyguards stood, all in suits though his wore the same keffiyeh that he did. Other than that, you couldn’t tell his from my secret service agents. “Thank you. I’m eager to build a relationship between our countries.”

“Oh, yes, I saw the relationship you built with England and France.” He smiled. “Did the President of France truly offer up his wife to you?”

“He watched,” I said. “Then he enjoyed her when I was done. They were quite… happy. I have that effect on couples. I help… lubricate things between them.” I arched an eyebrow. “Perhaps you and your wives could use that sort of…”

My words trailed off when I saw the girl who entered with our coffee on a golden tray. She was dressed like a harem girl straight out of a perverted fantasy, her slender, dusky body clad in black silk that was so thin her flesh bled through. I could see her small breasts and the tight cleft of her shaved pussy. Her legs were lithe as her pantaloons rustled. Her veil was equally transparent, her eyes dark and smoky over them.

“Oh, my,” I said, my dick going hard as the girl set the golden tray on the coffee table. Steam rose from a carafe while beside it rested two porcelain cups flanking a sugar bowl. “That’s… I didn’t…” I couldn’t think. The last thing I expected was this. “Who is she?”

“Ayishah,” he said. “I… engaged her services. For you. I know your… appetites.”

“She’s a hooker?” I blurted out before I remembered my diplomacy. I was just so… off-balanced by her youthful presence.

“No, no, prostitution is illegal in the Kingdom,” he said. “She’s my wife. A… pleasure marriage. What we call a nikah mut’ah.”

“She’s your wife and… you want me to… But I thought…?”

“No, no, she’s my temporary wife. When her services are complete, I will divorce her and some other man can marry her and enjoy her beauty.” He smiled at her. “Then we do not violate Allah’s prohibitions, you see?”

I nodded my head, staring at her. “And me?”

“Well, you are different,” he said. “You have that affect on women. You are clearly Allah’s gift to the world, something to invigorate it with new blood. A… change, if you will. Look at Ayishah, already her lusts are upon her. Look, look, her silks are growing wet.”

I stared at the girl. She couldn’t be much older than eighteen. Her nipples poked hard against her tight, silk blouse, and the black silk grew damp around her crotch. She licked her plump lips behind her veil, her eyes smoky as they stared at her.

“I have yet to enjoy her pleasure,” he said, his hands undoing his belt. “I thought we could share… Enjoy your style of diplomacy.”

I nodded my head as I drew up my skirt. The girl let out a whimper, her hips swaying from side to side. “President Futa,” she moaned. “You truly have big cock.”

“Yes,” I groaned. “I have a big cock.”

“Cock,” she repeated, saying the word slowly. “You are making me so… so…” Her words trailed off as she squirmed.

“Don’t be shy,” I said, exposing my gray, silk panties cupping my girl-dick. I so loved these new style of panties that clothing manufactures now made. “Say it. Tell us how wet you are.”

“Yes, my sweet Ayishah,” groaned the king. He stood up and pulled off his robes, exposing a compact and muscular body beneath. He kept himself fit. His cock tented a pair of western style boxers. It wasn’t ‘nearly as big as mine. “Don’t hold back your passions around her.”

“You make me very wet,” the girl moaned. “My… my…”

“Pussy?” I suggested.

She nodded her head. “My pussy is so very wet and…” She licked her lips. “You will fuck me? I never fuck cock so big before.”

“Absolutely,” I groaned, then glanced over at Njam as he shoved down his boxers. An idea popped into my head. “We’re going to share you. Doesn’t that sound exciting?”

She nodded her head, her dark eyes dancing. This prostitute was so delicious. I’d never been with one before, at least not knowingly, and I didn’t care. Not with her in this delicious harem outfit. I wanted to rip down those pantaloons and go to town on her.

“You know how to give a blowjob?” I asked, standing up, my futa-dick thrusting out before me.

Her hand squeezed my shaft, her fingers soft as silk. “You want me suck your cock? My mouth give good pleasure.”

“No, no, your husband’s cock,” I moaned, “while I breed your tight pussy, Ayishah.”

She shuddered. Her eyes went so wide. “Oh, that is naughty, President Futa.”

The king grinned at me. He clearly approved, stroking his cock and staring at his prostitute-wife.

“Go,” I told her. “Fall to your knees and blow him while I take care of that hot cunt of yours.”

“Yes, President Futa!” The girl moved with such grace, all willowy delight like Barbara Eden from I Dream of Jeannie.

She sank to her knees before King Njam, her hands stroking up his hairy thighs. She thrust her rump at me, the curves of her dusky butt-cheeks bleeding through the the transparent fabric of her pantaloons. I groaned at the sight, my dick throbbing in need, my pussy so wet.

As the king groaned, Ayishah sucking on his dick, I sank to my knees behind her. I ripped down her pantaloons and exposed her cute tush and the tight slit of her shaved pussy. She had a virginal quality about her that made me ache.

“Yes,” groaned the king, one hand dug into her hair as she bobbed her mouth up and down his shaft. She still wore her veil, but she must have lifted it to swallow his dick. “That’s it. Ooh, you are such a little slut.” He growled something in Arabic.

She moaned and wiggled her hips. A line of her clear pussy juices ran down her inner thighs.

Groaning, I brought my cock to her juicy twat. I pressed against her snatch. Her labia stretched around my thick tip. I groaned as her wet silk engulfed me. Despite her coy, virginal act, she had no hymen. I sank into her depths with ease, her twat clenching around me.

I buried to the hilt in her, my hands gripping her hips. Then I drew back and slammed into her again and again. I groaned, the pleasure spilling through me. This was such a wondrous visit to the Saudi Arabia. An absolute delight.

“Yes, yes, yes, Ayishah,” I panted. “I’m going to breed this hot cunt. I’m going to fill you with my cum.”

She moaned about the king’s dick while her pussy squeezed down on my withdrawing cock.

I thrust back into her, the silky friction washing over me. “I can tell how much you want my futa-cum firing into you. You’re just so eager for it.”

She moaned again.

“You really turn women into sluts, don’t you?” he said.

“I do,” I groaned. “Into sluts that please their husbands after I’m gone.”

He groaned, his hands gripping the prostitute’s head, fucking Ayishah’s mouth up and down his shaft. “Lucky husbands.”

I grinned at him, thrusting harder and harder into Ayishah’s tight cunt. Her juicy snatch stimulated me. My orgasm built in my pussy. Every thrust into her tight depths spilled rapture down my shaft to my hot cunt.

As my twat grew hotter, my ovaries grew tighter. They absorbed the heat, exciting my cum in them. My tits heaved in my blouse as I slammed into the prostitute’s snatch, loving how that ache built at the tip of my girl-cock, that wondrous need to erupt into her snatch and fill her with blast after blast of my jizz.

It would be incredible.

“Becky, she is sucking so hard,” he groaned. “She wants my cum, too.”

“She’s a slut now,” I groaned. “Just like any wife I bed. Mmm, imagine that. Having slutty wives loving you, eager to do wicked things to you.”

“Yes, yes, maybe I keep Ayishah!” he grunted as I plowed the girl harder.

“Maybe,” I said. “Imagine all the delights?”

His head leaned back as I fucked into the girl’s pussy harder. She whimpered, a sound of wanton delight. Her hips wiggled, her dusky rump jiggling every time my crotch smacked into her tight tush. It was such a wicked sight to behold. I loved it.

My futa-cock ached as I churned her snatch to a hot froth. I plunged over and over into her. I groaned, growing dizzy with delight. That swelling ache built and built. I shuddered, gripping her flesh, so close to erupting into her.

“Kess ikhtak!” the king groaned. His bearded face twisted in rapture. “Drink it, Ayishah! You dirty slut! Drink it all!”

The girl’s pussy squeezed down around my plunging cock as she swallowed her client’s jizz. I buried into her and she squealed. Her twat convulsed around me. My eyes widened. It was incredible feeling the prostitute-wife’s tight snatch massaging my cock.

“Yes, yes, you want my cum!” I moaned as I buried into her. “Oh, you’re such a naughty slut for it!”

“Cum in her,” groaned the king, staring at me, lust shining in his eyes. “Make her utterly into a whore!”

I shuddered and buried into her. My dick erupted into her convulsing depths. Her writhing snatch milked my cock. Pleasure slammed through me. A dizzy passion rippled around me. I swayed, holding onto Ayishah’s hips as such delights melted my mind.

Her hungry pussy ached to be bred. She worked out every drop of me while my body rejoiced. My pussy juices flooded down my thighs. My own cunt convulsed, sending waves of rapture lapping into my mind, mixing with the bliss firing from my dick.

“Oh, yes, Ayishah, you’re just our little slut,” I moaned. “Mmm, you’re going to be such a naughty lover.” My eyes flicked to the king. “And she’s not the only wife you can have that’s a slut in bed.”

“What?” he panted.

“Imagine Queen Hana and Queen Basira writhing in bed together. Loving you.” I grinned. “Loving each other.”

“Mithlyya,” he groaned, the word thick. “That is… You are a wicked futanari, Becky.”

“I know,” I said. “But just imagine your two queens loving you. Hungry for your cum. I can give you that.” I arched eyebrows. “I can make them into your personal little whores. They will give you such delights. Why pay for it when your wives can give you so much more.”

“You are temptation made flesh,” he groaned. “Maybe it was not Allah who sent you, but Shaitan.”

“I’m here to unite the world in love,” I said. “End of wars. Of strife. Isn’t Allah a God who values peace? ‘If you save one man, it is like you have saved all of mankind,’ I said. Isn’t that how the sura goes?”

“You have read the Koran?”

I smiled at him. I hadn’t. Only parts.

He snarled something in Arabic. “You will breed my wives. They will bear your futa-daughters.”

“A union between us,” I said. “A joining of our two countries in a way they’ve never been allied before.” I licked my lips. “Queen Hana and Queen Basira in your bed, licking you, kissing you, devouring your cum out of the other’s pussy. Have you ever experienced that treat?” I shuddered, my dick still buried in Ayishah’s pussy. I could fuck her again. “It is an exceptional delight.

“A delight fit for a king.”

He laughed, his muscular chest, as hairy as a shaggy carpet, heaved. “You are wicked, Becky. So wicked. Allah forgive me, but I want that.”

“Shall we?” I asked, pulling my girl-cock out of the girl’s pussy.

He glanced at the waiting guards. He barked at them in Arabic. One saluted and then vanished. He rose, pushing Ayishah’s head from his lap in the process. He held out my arm. “Shall we retire to my chambers so you can make my wives into whores.”

“Into your own personal harem of sinful delights,” I said, taking his arm.

“Just like you promised in that debate last November.”

“I never lie,” I said. “I say what I’m going to do, and then I do it.”

“You are a rare thing, Becky,” he said as we moved through the antechamber. “Do not let this sordid world of politics crush you.”

“I’m having too much fun fucking to let that happen,” I told him and winked. “It’s a far, far better way to conduct diplomacy.”

He nodded his head in agreement.

We moved through the luxurious hallways of Qasr Al Hukm, the royal palace. It wasn’t far to his chambers. We passed busts of previous kings rendered in marble and rich oil paintings of Saudi oil princes dressed in their fine robes, looking like Bedouin’s tent bedecked in riches. His personal rooms held a large bed, an ornate hutch left open that held a TV but could be hidden to give an illusion the room was straight out of the 7th century. The furniture all was carved into works of art, the sheets silk interwoven with golden thread.

I stripped naked, my round breasts still firm as I approached my thirty-eighth birthday. I shuddered, my pussy juices soaking my blonde bush. My dick hard. He settled down in a chair that almost resembled a throne, the top carved with rearing stallions. He stroked his beard, waited.

The door opened.

Queens Hana and Basira entered wearing light, silk robes, the type a woman would wear when coming to her lover’s, or husband’s, room. They wore no keffiyeh, their black-hair falling loose. They made it in two steps before they noticed me standing naked.

Hana, the older of the two, gasped. She was my age, mature and lovely. Clearly she had used the resources of her husband to keep herself looking beautiful, her face adorned with subtle makeups, her mascara thick, making her dark eyes more exotic. Her large breasts swelled as she sucked in a deep breath.

Basira, a decade or more younger than me clasped slender fingers, adorned with jeweled rings, over her mouth. Her eyes were so wide, her dusky cheeks going dark with a blush. Her slender, almost girlish, frame trembled beneath her robe.

“What is this, Njam?” demanded Queen Hana, her eyes flashing to her husband. “Why is the president here? Were you…” Her eyes widened, seeing him equally naked.

“No, no, not with her,” he said.”

“With that slut you married to fuck?” Basira said. “And now…” Her eyes widened as she stared at me.

“You cannot mean for us…” Queen Hana shook her head, her dark curls spilling about her face, her eyes so wide. “Husband!”

“What?” I asked, shaking my fut-dick at them. “Don’t tell me you’ve never thought about me.” I licked my lips. “Never wondered what it would be like for the world’s first futa to slip into your bed while your husband was away, Hana. Or was with Basira?”

The older woman stiffened. No, older was the wrong word. Mature. Like me. I used to think someone in their thirties was old, now that I was nearing forty I knew how wrong that was. She glanced at Basira, the younger wife primping, nipples poking against the soft silk of her robe.

“You’ve never ached to know what it would be like. You’ve heard of me. How women flock to me. Ache to be bred by me and my holy seed.” I slid my hand up my dick. I could feel the bead of precum forming their, glistening.

Hana’s tongue flicked across her lips.

“Yes, you have,” I said. “And you, too, Basis.”

“I have,” Basira said. The younger woman threw open her robe exposing a sensual negligee below. Clearly, she dressed to please her husband. Her breasts were small handfuls cupped in the soft purple of the silk, a fuzzy fringe running along the seam. She pulled that off next, exposing her pale-dusky breasts, her brown nipples hard and long. “So many times. Come, Hana, this is what our husband wants.”

“Filthy pig that he is,” Hana muttered, glaring at him. “Huh, Njam?”

I arched an eyebrow. She was a lot more… expressive than I thought Arab women acted. Weren’t they all supposed to be submissive to their husbands. But she had defiance burning in her eyes as her hands ripped at the ties of her robe.

“If you can tame that one’s tongue, I would appreciate it, Becky,” Njam said.

Queen Hana snorted, thrusting off her silk robe to expose a pair of naked tits, their size artificially enhanced. Another shock. Her breasts had that overripe plumpness of silicone implants, masterfully done. They jiggled with her every movement. She hooked her fingers in the skimpy panties she wore, shoving them down.

“I will fuck you, Becky,” Queen Hana said, stepping out of them, her pussy shaved as bare as Ayishah’s.

I thought Muslim women would have thick bushes. Even Basira turned out to be shaved, her pussy lips tighter than Hana’s, the more mature queen’s labia thrusting out thick from her plump vulva. I licked my lips in delight as Queen Hana sauntered to me.

A moment later, Basira darted forward, rushing past the mature queen, to fall to her knees and grab my futa-cock. She stroked it, loving it while licking her lips. Her dark eyes smoldered as they stared up at me before she nibbled on the tip.

“Sharmota,” spat Queen Hana. I didn’t know what the word meant, but I knew an insult when I heard one. She was jealous of the younger queen. I bet Queen Hana’s boob job, the plastic surgery, all of it happened after her husband married this nubile beauty sucking my dick.

“Stop that,” I said, pulling my cock from her mouth.

The Arab queen blinked her eyes. She flicked her tongue across them as she stared up at me. “What? You don’t want me suck it?”

“She doesn’t want to bed a whore,” Queen Hana said, stopping before me, her large, fake tits quivering. She licked her lips, her eyes running up and down my body. “Do you, President Woodward?”

“Becky, Your Majesty,” I said. “I think we can be on first names, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she said, fondling my cock. Her nipples were so hard. Juices gleamed on her inner thigh. “If my husband wants me to do something so degrading, I can at least enjoy it. But…” She pressed closer. “You are a futanari of taste. I can please you more than little Basira there can.”

I arched an eyebrow. “You think so?”

Hana pressed her lush tits into mine. The feel of her plump fullness caressed my softer tits. Her lips nuzzled into my ear. As she rubbed her thumb across the crown of my cock, smearing the precum around the tip and sending pleasure shuddering down my shaft and threw my body, she cooed, “I will melt your bones and make you explode. I know how to please a cock.”

I arched an eyebrow. These Muslim women were far different than I expected. This was good to be surprised, to have my prejudices knocked away. Her tongue caressed my ear, warm and wet, sending new shivers through me.

“Okay,” I said. “If you think you can please me.”

“I know I can,” she moaned, pulling away from me. “Let me show you.”

“Get on the bed,” I said. “Stretch out.”

She flashed me a sultry smile. Then she sauntered to the bed, her rump swaying. Her husband groaned. Had he ever seen her acting so sexual before? Had he ever seen her so aroused? Did she conceal her true appetites from him thinking she had to be the perfect wife?

“And you,” I said, staring down at Queen Basira. She nursed on the tip of my dick. “Do you want to please me, too?”

She sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing while her eyes twinkled.

“I will please you far, far more than her, Becky,” Hana purred, stretched out on the bed now, her breasts pillowing. She looked so perfect, a harem beauty ready to please her sultan. Or her futa-sultana.

“I bet you will,” I said. “Basira, join her.”

Basira pulled her mouth off my cock. She blinked at me. “Join… Hana?”

“On the bed,” I said. “I want to compare you. Stretch out beside her.”

“Okay, Becky.” She rose with grace, her small breasts jiggling. They were such firm handfuls. My fingers twitched, arms almost snapping forward. I controlled myself as a bead of pussy juices trickled down my thighs.

Basira stretched out her lithe form beside the bustier Hana. There was a good foot between them, both queens staring at me but not each other. Basira spread her thighs, flashing her juicy slit at me, her pussy lips parting open. Her pink depths beckoned to be bred. Beside her, Hana licked her lips and cupped her tits, the queen offering them up to me.

Njam moaned from his chair, stroking himself as he stared at his wives.

“What do you think?” I asked, glancing at him. “Your wives are beautiful.”

“Yes,” he breathed.

Both his queens smiled.

“But I can’t get a good comparison. They’re not close enough together,” I said.

Basira scooted over in a flash, her right leg slipping over Hana’s left. Their shoulders touched. The mature queen shot the younger one a venomous look for a moment. I shook my head. They needed to unite, too.

“Mmm, that’s sexy,” I purred. “Isn’t it, Njam?”

“My queens are… gorgeous creatures,” he said. “Inspiring.”

“They both have such lovely breasts. However enhanced Hana did a masterful job.”

“I could give you his number,” Njam said. “Your breasts are spectacular, but nature can always be improved.”

“Maybe,” I said, licking my lips as I stared at Hana’s tits. They were nearly perfect, one of the best boob jobs I had ever seen. “But there’s something to be said about a pair of perky, natural tits like Basira’s, too.”

He groaned.

“I need a better comparison,” I said. “Maybe roll on your sides and press your tits together.”

“You want us to do sinful things to each other,” Hana said even as Basira rolled over, pressing her tits into her sister-wife’s side.

“She does,” Basira said. “I’m willing. Are you.”

Hana frowned. “Is this what you want, husband? For your wives to engage in sihaq with each other.”

“Sihaq?” I asked.

“Lesbian sex,” he groaned. And, yes! That is my will.”

“And mine,” I said. “You won’t get bred if I don’t see you two having some fun first.”

Hana quivered. Her eyes stared at my cock, her tongue crossing her lips. Then, with a moan, she rolled over and pressed her larger tits into Basira’s. The two queens tits came together. Their nipples were just so delicious. They rubbed together. As their breasts rose and fell, they both quivered. They stared into each other’s eyes.

Basira’s arms slid around Hana’s. The mature queen stiffened for a moment as their bodies pressed tighter. The king groaned behind me as his wives bodies were rubbing together. Then Basira nuzzled in, pressing her lips on Hana’s.

The mature queen wrenched her head away, staring at me.

“No cock,” I said. “I want to see love.”

Hana shivered while Basira nibbled on her cheekbone. The mature queen’s dark eyes brimmed with passion. I stroked my futa-dick, my pussy juices running down my thighs. I ached to be in them. To breed them. With a sigh, Hana turned her head and kissed Basira hard on the mouth.

Hana kissed with aggression. Now that she had surrendered to my will, she submitted with all her heart. I groaned, loving it. The queens’ lips worked together, their tongues dueling. They pressed their bodies tight, legs entwined.

“Kess ikhtak,” Njam breathed. “That is a beautiful sight, Becky. You are truly doing it.”

“And you’ll have harmony in your harem,” I said. “If they’re loving each other, then they won’t be jealous.”

“You are a houri,” he said. “An angel, Becky.”

“Maybe,” I said.

Hana suddenly rolled Basira onto her back, the mature queen settling atop the younger. Their bodies writhed together as they shuddered. Their pussies rubbed, clits coming together. I stared at them as they were consumed by the lust in inspired in them.

Basira grabbed Hana’s rump. The younger queen kneaded the mature queen’s rump, pulling apart those butt-cheeks. I shuddered, fighting the urge to just pounce on them. It was incredible. They were loving each other.

I wanted more.

“Hana, turn around,” I said. “Sixty-nine with her! I want you two making each other cum. Fingers lips. All of it!”

“Yes!” Hana growled, her voice low and sultry, a hungry purr.

“Oh, Allah,” Basira whimpered as Hana turned around.

The mature queen’s large tits pressed into Basira’s stomach as she lowered down. She pressed her head between Basira’s thighs. Hana nuzzled into the younger queen’s snatch. She licked. Basira moaned.

I couldn’t see the passion directly, Hana’s black hair blocked the view. For a moment, I remembered my brief stint as a porn star, and how I kept having to move my blonde hair out of the way so the cameras could film my tongue lapping at Cherri Delight’s snatch.

A dizzy heat washed through me. My pussy clenched as the two queens licked and devoured each other. They feasted on the other’s royal snatch. Their bodies writhed together. The air filled with the scent of hot pussies. Mine. Theirs.

I licked my lips, wanting to pound my cock until I came. But I held off, just rubbing the tip, enjoying this sapphic sight along with King Njam. He kept groaning as he watched his wives sixty-nining.

“They are so beautiful,” he said. “My houri.”

“Yes,” I said, nodding my head, Hana’s supple back arching as she feasted on Basira’s cunt. “They are. So inspiring.

The two women moaned louder and louder. Their licks grew noisy. Basira’s fingers slid along Hana’s butt-cheeks and vanished into her crack. Hana’s head suddenly snapped up, her face smeared in the other queen’s pussy juices.

She whimpered something in Arabic, her eyes wide. It was clear Basira had thrust a finger or two into Hana’s asshole. Pleasure spread across the mature queen’s pussy-smeared face. Then, with a hungry growl, she buried her face back into Basira’s pussy.

“Yes, yes, make each other cum,” Njam moaned. Then he growled something Arabic.

His queens both moaned in response.

I loved the sight. My hands clenched and relaxed. This was such a wicked delight to witness. It had me trembling, aching to breed both queens. Basira worked her fingers in and out of Hana’s rectum, plundering the queen, driving her wild.

They were writhing and moaning. Their passion spilled through the room. I grew breathless, feeling their orgasms building. I gripped my futa-cock, my pussy juices trickling down my thighs as I felt it building and building.

Then Hana cried out in obvious rapture.

She bucked atop Basira, her orgasm bursting through her. The mature queen hips wiggled, grinding her convulsing pussy into the younger queen’s mouth. Hana kept her face buried into Basira, eating her through her orgasm.

“Hana!” squealed Basira.

The younger queen joined Hana in rapture. The king groaned as both his wives writhed in lesbian passion. The two had given each other such rapture. They convulsed, their passion crashing through them. Their moans echoed through the room.

“My houri!” groaned king Njam.

“Kiss each other!” I moaned. “Share your newfound love for each other.”

Hana moved. Her face dripped pussy juices as she spun around. The queens embraced, Basira’s rams locking around Hana’s body. They kissed with noisy passion, sharing their pussy cream. I licked my lips, staring at the two wives’ clits rubbing together, their shaved pussies gleaming with their passion.

I fell on the bed. I crawled to them, my cunt cream trickling down my swaying clit-dick. I smelled their musks, a mix of tart and spicy delight. I pressed my face into Basira’s pussy, flicking my tongue through her folds while her husband, the King of Saudi Arabia, watched.

My tongue licked up, gathering Basira’s tart delight. Then it became a spicy ambrosia as I reached Hana’s thicker labia. Her pussy lips rubbed on my cheeks as I flicked up her taint and kept going. I needed to try that asshole out.

“Becky!” Hana gasped as I licked her asshole. I swirled my tongue about it. “That is as nasty as what Basira did to me.”

“What is she doing to you?” Basira moaned.

“She is rimming my sphincter, my husband!” Hana moaned. “I hope this is satiating your perverted lusts.”

“It is,” he groaned. “She is going to fuck you both so hard.”

“Yes!” Basira moaned. “Please, please, Becky. Breed us. Slide into our pussies. I’m so hot and Hana is so wet.”

“Mmm, I am,” Hana moaned as my tongue swirled around her sour asshole. I caressed her sphincter. I loved texture on my tongue. My excitement beat through me, my hands gripping her butt-cheeks. “And so were you, Basira. You tasted… delicious.”

“As did you, Hana.”

The two queens kissed again, lips smacking. I shuddered, my futa-dick throbbing. I wanted to be in them, but I needed one more good taste of their royal cunts. I kissed down from Hana’s asshole, crossing her taint. I nuzzled into the hot flesh of her pussy, my tongue caressing her. I fluttered it through her, teasing her.

She whimpered and groaned. Her body shook from side to side, squirming atop her sister-wife. Hana’s spicy passion coated my tongue, mixing with the sour musk lingering from her asshole. I went lower and lower, my tongue flicked out and brushed the meeting of their clits.

They both squealed into their shared kiss as I caressed their buds.

I fluttered my tongue against those two pink nubs, reveling in the mix of their spicy and tart passions. My nose pressed into Hana’s snatch while my chin rubbed against Basira’s plump folds. They both shifted and moaned, their pleasure radiating through the room.

“You need to fuck them, Becky,” panted the king. “You have to breed my wives.”

“Yes, yes, breed us!” moaned Hana. “We loved each other, Becky.”

“Yes, we did,” Basira moaned. “That was so naughty. I came so hard. But I need your futa-dick in me.”

“No, in me!” Hana moaned. “I am the first wife. The head queen.”

True.

My fingers dug into her rump as I fluttered my tongue up and down at the meeting of their flesh. I danced between them, gathering their tart and spicy flavors. I loved them. They were so exciting. They mixed in my mouth, the meeting of two queens.

My dick throbbed. My pussy clenched. It was time. I had to fuck them. I had to be in their royal cunts while their husband, the king, watched. I rose, my round breasts swaying, my blonde hair caressing my shoulders.

I threw a look over my shoulder at the king stroking his cock. “I’m about to breed both your wives.”

“Yes, yes,” he panted his eyes wild with lust. “Do it. Fuck them, Becky!”

“Use our naughty pussies!” moaned Basira.

“Breed us!” moaned Hana. “I need it. I can’t think of anything else.”

I pressed my futa-dick against their pussies, right where their clits rubbed together. As they squirmed, tribbing their snatches together, they bathed me. I shuddered, my eyes so wide as the pleasure spilled down my shaft.

My pussy clenched. It was incredible. I just wanted to thrust forward and be in them filled to the hilt. I drew in a deep breath, my heart hammering in my chest. It would be incredible. They would engulf me in sweet delight.

I slid up to Hana’s pussy and buried into the Queen of Saudi Arabia’s snatch.

Her married pussy engulfed my cock. I plunged into her hot depths in a single stroke. My crotch smacked into her vulva. Her butt-cheeks rippled. Her back arched, her snatch squeezing down on my girth.

“Her futa-cock is in me!” she moaned. “Basira, she’s fucking me!”

Basira moaned something in Arabic. “You so lucky!”

“You’ll get a taste,” I said, smiling. My tits heaved as I pumped away at Hana’s snatch. I reamed the mature queen’s cunt, her pussy caressing my dick, building my orgasm.

I was already so close to cumming. This entire situation was just so exciting. It was utterly unexpected. I was so glad I got to enjoy it. To fuck not just one queen, but two. I shook my head in pure delight.

I ripped my girl-dick out of Hana’s pussy and rammed it into the younger queen’s snatch. Basira squealed as her tight cunt clenched down on my invading futa-cock. My twat squeezed, too, drinking in the pleasure shooting down my shaft.

“No, no, I need you in me!” whimpered Hana.

“I’ll be back!” I promised, thrusting hard into Basira’s snatch. “Just… just… you have to share. You’re both Njam’s wives. You need to love each other and share in the pleasures of his harem.”

“Yes!” he groaned as I pumped away at his younger wife.

Then I ripped out of Basira’s tight snatch. For a moment, my dick ached to be in hot pussy. The air felt cool around my soaked dick. Then I plunged into Hana. The mature queen moaned in delight, squirming atop the younger.

“Becky!” whimpered Basira.

“Ooh, she’s in me!” groaned Hana. “You have to cum in me, Becky!”

“I will,” I promised, slamming into her, thrusting with all my might. “Just… just…”

I ripped out of Hana’s snatch and plunged into Basira’s. This was such a fun delight to experience. A few strokes in Basira’s tight pussy then I was back into Hana’s juicy snatch. The mature queen moved her hips, stirring her twat around me before I yanked my futa-dick out of her. Basira welcomed me back, clenching her silky walls around my cock.

My dick’s tip drank in the pleasure while my pussy grew hotter and hotter. Juices trickled out of me while my tits heaved. My flesh smacked into them, one moment smacking into Hana’s vulva while I fucked Basira, then into Hana’s rump while I plunged into her creamy twat.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I howled, dizzy pleasure sweeping through me.

“Becky!” gasped Hana. “Yes, yes, yes! Breed me! Breed us!”

I rammed back into Basira.

“Fire your cum into us!” Basira moaned, her twat clenching down around my futa-cock. “Please, please, give it to us!”

My ovaries grew tighter and tighter. Every time I ripped out of one cunt and buried into another royal pussy, I came closer to exploding. My body shook. The pleasure raced through me. My head swayed from side to side. My tits heaved. Stars danced before my eyes as the ecstasy swelled in me. I groaned, my snatch clenching. Juices leaked out of me.

They dribbled down my thighs.

“Breed my wives,” groaned Njam.

“Yes!” Hana moaned as I rammed back into her. “Breed us.”

I couldn’t hold back. Her pussy squeezed down around me. Her royal husband watched me pump away at her snatch. I drew back and then rammed into her cunt. I was the President of the United States, and I was cumming into the Queen of Saudi Arabia’s cunt.

Ecstasy fired out of me. My dick unloaded. Two hots squirts fired out of me as she cried out in rapture. Her pussy convulse around me, joining me in ecstasy. I yanked out of her, the pleasure screaming through me.

My jizz splattered across both their royal cunts, drenching them in my seed.

“Fuck, yes!” I howled and rammed into Basira’s pussy, spurting more and more jizz into the younger queens’ depths.

She cried out in Arabic. Her pussy spasmed about my dick. She writhed, twitching with a fast, rippling pattern. She milked out my cock, ensuring that she got an equal amount of my fertile seed as Hana.

I swayed, the passion besetting me from both sides. It left me dizzy. My eyes fluttered. I groaned, panting, my heart pounding in rapturous delight. I shook my head, my eyes fluttering. I was struggling to think straight through the ecstasy.

“You bred my wives,” groaned King Njam.

“Yes!” I panted, my body shuddering. I ripped out of Basira’s cunt. Both their pussies dripped in my seed, running out of them as the two queens panted. I glanced at the king. “Enjoy your new slutty wives.”

He grinned and pounced on them.

I leaned back and watched him line up at Hana’s cum-filled cunt. He rammed into her, making her moan. Pleasure crossed his face as he thrust into her. He stirred her up then switched to Basira’s cunt, burying into their sloppy depths.

I smiled. I did this. I loved being the world’s first futa.

As King Njam fucked back and forth between his two wives’ sloppy cunts, I grinned at him and said, “They’re going to have my futa-daughters, you know. I did breed them.”

“I know,” he groaned, his face twisting with pleasure as he pumped away in Queen Hana’s cream-filled snatch. He ripped his cock out and plunged into his younger wife’s tighter snatch. “And?”

“And they’re going to be your step-daughters. You’re going to raise them. They’ll be a part of your family, and they’ll need a world that doesn’t hate them.”

He glanced at me.

“A world that loves them, cherishes them, respects them.” I smiled at him as he kept fucking into Basira’s cunt. “And you can help me build that world, Your Majesty.”

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April 17th, 2047

“He went for it,” Adelia asked.

“Yep,” I said, nodding. “That’s how I won over the Saudis. But it wasn’t smooth just because I had their king. People still resisted. He had a horrible time dealing with the Religious Police.” I sighed. “Things still aren’t perfect in the Middle East, but my futa-daughters are making in roads. Having two growing up in the royal palace was a big help.”

“So there’s hope?”

“Yep, there’s hope.” I smiled. “Things are changing slowly. They’re improving. And our new world government will make it one of our priorities. A stable Middle East is vital for the rest of the world. It’s the meeting place of three continents. It straddles the trading routes of the world.”

“That is good to hear.” Adelia shifted .”Now, you next big diplomacy was Slovenia, correct? Your contest?”

I smiled. “I have to admit, I didn’t expect that to happen when I made my state visit to the president-for-life of that country. People said it was a mistake to even go there and meet with him, but if we don’t talk with our opponents, how can we convince them to change. You don’t do it by shouting and insulting them. You have to be an example to them. Connect to them on a personal level.

“I just had to do it in a strange way.”

Adelia laughed, nodding her head. “That it was.”

To be continued…

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The naughty futa-daughter puts her plan in motion to tempt her futa-mommy into hot MILF delight!

Futa Daughter’s Naughty Temptation

Chapter Ten: Futa-Mommy and the Hot MILF

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2020

Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this!

Madeline Marlow

I stared in shock at Lupita Reyes, the math professor, staring with horror and disgust at us. She had caught me getting ass-fucked by my futa-daughter while I licked out Aoi’s pussy, making the student cum on my face. Her cream dripped down my chin.

“Madeline Marlow!” Lupita gasped in shock. “You’re fucking the students. What is wrong with you? And one of them is your own daughter!”

“This… I…”

“We have to seduce her, Mom,” hissed my daughter. “We have to make her cum on our dicks or she’s going to get us expelled and you fired.”

I flinched at that.

“Come on, Mom, do it,” my daughter moaned. “You’re so good at seducing girls. You can seduce a MILF.”

“But…”

You can’t, Madeline, Grace the Futa-Angel gasped in my mind. I caught her reflection in the window. She was a motherly angel with small breasts, her eyes quivering and white-feathered wings fluttering. She stared at me with such shock in her eyes.

“I’m calling the police,” Lupita Reyes hissed and pulled out her phone.

“Mom!” my daughter hissed. “Do it! Pounce on her!”

No, no, this is what Spice wants. You have to be strong.

“Mom, she’s going to arrest you.” My daughter stared at me with such love and fear in her eyes. “You’ll be arrested. We’ll never see each other again.”

“You are going to regret this, Madeline,” Lupita snarled, her fingers dialing.

“Mom!” my daughter screeched.

Madeline! squeaked Grace. Be strong. There is another way then seducing a married woman into violating her vows.

“Please, Mom,” Sky whimpered, her green eyes full of tears. Her petite figure quivered. “Please.”

I groaned and then whirled to face Lupita Reyes. She held her phone in her left hand, her wedding ring glinting. I ignored that. I had to seduce her. There was no stopping this. I had to act before someone answered.

“Hello, yes, I—”

I ripped the phone out of her hand and tossed it behind me. Sky caught it and said, “Sorry, wrong number.”

“What are you doing, Madeline?” Mrs. Reyes asked as she retreated from me.

“Showing you something amazing,” I moaned and then kissed her on the lips.

My lips planted on hers. I kissed her hard, my tongue dancing around in her mouth. I knew it wouldn’t be long. Futa-cocks drove women wild. My daughter had seduced me, a woman who only had sex with my ex-husband, into a complete whore in moments.

I pressed my cock into her belly, wet with Georgia’s saliva. She was with Natalie, Aoi, and Sky behind me, watching me seduce the married woman. I kissed the Hispanic beauty with hunger. She was gorgeous. Mature but still sexy, especially with her golden-brown skin.

No, no, no, Grace wailed in my mind. Well, I assumed it was Grace. Maybe it was my own conscience. You can’t do this. Stop.

But I couldn’t stop. Not when Lupita grabbed my cock. She gripped my dick in her soft hand and pumped up and down my shaft. I shuddered at how wonderful that felt. I kissed her with passion. I thrust my tongue into her mouth. It felt incredible. I kissed her with hunger. My tongue danced in her mouth.

Please! Grace begged.

I broke the kiss with Lupita. “Mmm, that’s it.” I smiled. “That’s my futa-cock.”

“So big,” the Hispanic teacher moaned. “How…? How is this possible?”

“Doesn’t matter,” I groaned. “What does matter is how wet you are?”

“I bet she’s so wet, Mom,” groaned Sky. She darted around at Lupita. “I bet she wants to suck your dick and get fucked by my futa-cock.”

“Wait!” I gasped as Lupita moaned and fell to her knees. She released my cock only to kiss at the crown a moment later.

“Right, right, you want to fuck her first,” Sky said. “Sure, Mom, have her. Let me know what MILF pussy is like. I bet it’s as good as yours.”

“Wait, no, we can’t,” I groaned as Lupita sucked on my dick.

“Can’t?” Sky hiked up Lupita’s gray skirt and revealed a plump, golden-brown ass. The woman wasn’t wearing panties. And didn’t Lupita usually wear pantyhose?

“Naughty,” Sky moaned. “No panties! Nothing to stop me from doing this.”

Sky ducked her head down and then buried her face into Lupita’s pussy. She licked at the married woman’s twat. At the same moment, Lupita opened her mouth wide and sucked my dick into her mouth. I gasped as she slid her mouth over my dick. The pleasure was incredible.

She nursed with passion. With such enthusiasm while my daughter licked and lapped at her cunt. she feasted on Lupita with hunger. My daughter devoured that cunt with alacrity. She fluttered her tongue up and down, feasting on that cunt with hunger. With such obvious relish.

I shuddered as I witnessed the passion. Felt it around my cock.

The married woman sucked on my dick hard. Sky’s green eyes stared at me over Lupita’s rump, my daughter’s pale fingers digging into those brown butt-cheeks. I groaned at the pleasure humming around my dick.

“That is so hot,” Natalie moaned.

“It is,” Georgia panted.

“Yes,” whispered Aoi.

“Oh, Lord, it is,” I moaned, savoring the married woman’s mouth. I’m sorry, Grace. I couldn’t lose my daughter.

We always find excuses to compromise to sin, the angel said, pouting.

I ignored her. I did the right thing. I had to stay in my daughter’s life. And Lupita’s mouth felt amazing. She was a MILF, like me. A mature woman that Sky found hot. My daughter was feasting Lupita’s snatch.

“Oh, Mom, we’re going to share her cunt,” purred my naughty futa-daughter. “We’ll slide into her pussy together.”

“Yes!” I moaned, my ovaries quivering with cum. “That sounds wonderful.”

It truly did. Depraved and wonderful. My cunt clenched. The heat swelled inside of me. This was such a wonderful thing to experience. I groaned at how amazing my cunt felt right now. My pussy clenched, the delight building and building in my snatch every time she sucked.

My ovaries drank in the passion. I groaned, coming closer and closer to cumming with her every suckle. Sky was feasting on the married woman’s twat, spurring Lupita to nurse on my cock with hunger.

“Ooh, Georgia,” Natalie moaned.

“Oh, my!” Aoi groaned.

“Mmm, you like that?” Georgia asked. “My fingers in your pussies.”

“Uh-huh,” Aoi groaned.

“Fuck, yes, I do!” panted Natalie.

I shuddered at how much Georgia and Aoi had changed thanks to my futa-cock. How much I had changed thanks to Sky. But it was all to control her. To keep her from breaking up marriages. Lupita Reyes was one mistake.

But I would stop other married women from being corrupted.

Just this one time.

I shuddered, savoring that hot mouth. There was no reason not to enjoy this blowjob. Lupita sucked with hunger on my big dick. I stared down at her past my large breasts to watch her work her lips up and down my cock.

Her cheeks hollowed as she blew me. She sucked with hunger. My pussy clenched from the passion. The heat swelled and swelled in me. I would have such a huge orgasm. It would be amazing. I smiled, loving how the pressure in my ovaries grew and grew. I would have such an amazing climax.

“Oh, Lord, yes!” I groaned. “Keep sucking, Lupita.”

“Yes, yes, make my mom cum, Mrs. Reyes!” Sky moaned.

She must have done something to Lupita because the Hispanic woman sucked even harder on my futa-dick. My pussy clenched, my juices soaking my bush. My breasts jiggling as I savored the pressure growing and growing, bringing me closer and closer to that moment of eruption.

It was fantastic. Just a treat. I groaned, savoring this wonderful heat sweeping through my body. I felt amazing. The pressure swelled in my ovaries, my cum eager to erupt. My lips broadened in a smile as I hurtled towards my climax.

Then Lupita squealed. Sky moved her head, clearly licking up the married woman’s cream. I shuddered as I savored Lupita’s passion humming around the tip of my cock. The pleasure shot down my shaft to my pussy.

Then up to my ovaries.

“Oh, Lord,” I moaned, my back arching as the married woman sucked with passion. “I… I… Yes!”

I erupted.

My cum fired into Lupita’s mouth. My pussy clenched and convulsed. I groaned, my boobs heaving as the pleasure screamed through my body. The bliss echoed through my mind. I pumped spurt after spurt of futa-jizz into the married woman’s mouth.

She gulped down my cream.

She nursed out the cum. I gasped, the pleasure blazed across my thoughts. it was incredible. Amazing. I loved every second of it. My breasts heaved. It was incredible to enjoy. I loved every moment of this ecstasy.

“That’s it, Mom!” Sky cheered. “Flood Mrs. Reyes’s mouth.”

SMACK!

Mrs. Reyes moaned around my dick from Sky’s slap. My daughter had spanked the Latina woman on the rump, making her butt-cheek jiggle.

“She loves your cum!” Sky added. “Naughty slut.”

Lupita moaned her agreement around my futa-dick.

She nursed out the last of my cum. I hit that wonderful peak. I hovered there, savoring the way Lupita suckled on my futa-dick. I groaned, my heart pounding with such ferocity it was an amazing delight. Something just beautiful for me to enjoy.

“Oh, my,” I panted. “Lupita…”

The Hispanic woman slid her mouth off my cock with a wet plop. Drool spilled around her chin. She licked her lips and stared up at me, her eyes dewy with passion. She shuddered and then moaned, “I don’t know how you have that cock, Madeline, but that was amazing.”

“And I bet you want our big girl-dicks in your cunt, Mrs. Reyes,” Sky moaned.

SMACK!

“Yes!” groaned Lupita, her butt-cheek jiggling from my futa-daughter’s spank. “I want you in me. Your dick is huge. You dwarf my husband.”

“Oh, no,” I groaned. “We can’t do this. It’s adultery.”

“Oh, we’re doing this,” moaned Lupita. “I want that cock in me. You don’t want me to blab about what you’re doing with your daughter and these other students, then you’re going to fuck me.”

“See, Mom, no choice,” Sky said as she stroked her cock.

There’s always a choice, Madeline!

I ignored Grace as Sky continued, “We’re going to share her pussy. Both of us stretching out her married cunt. It’ll be so hot, Mom.”

I shuddered at the passion in my daughter’s words. The heat swelled through me. My entire body shook from it. I realized that I wanted to do this. That it would be hot. I swallowed, my heart pounding in my chest. This was insane, but I wanted it. I wanted to have this happen.

I would have enjoyed every second with my daughter sharing Lupita’s pussy. We would slide into her together and it would be amazing.

“How are we doing this,” I moaned, my futa-dick throbbing.

“Yes, yes, how are you fucking her, Mrs. Marlow,” moaned Natalie. My good sex slave sounded so throaty. Georgia’s fingers must be bringing her close to cumming.

“Mmm, Mrs. Reyes, lie down on your side,” said Sky. My futa-daughter pumped her hand eagerly up and down her shaft. “Then Mom and I will make a sandwich out of you.” My daughter flashed her eyes to me. Her blonde hair danced around her face. “Want to fuck her from the front? Then your big mommy-boobs will press into Mrs. Reyes’s big cans. Just pile those titties together.”

I shivered. “That sounds wonderful, Sky.”

“Of course it is,” Sky said. “See, Mom, what’s so bad about fucking a married woman? They have needs, too. Needs for big dicks their husbands never gave them.”

“This is a one-time thing,” I said.

“Right, right,” Sky said. “But, I mean, Dad never fulfilled you. That’s why you never liked sex before me. I bet there are plenty of married women in the same boat.”

A shiver ran through me, my pussy clenching.

“Anyways, Mom, let’s enjoy her.” Sky sank onto the floor. She stretched out on her side and hugged Lupita from behind.

My daughter’s futa-dick popped out through Lupita’s golden-brown thighs. They sandwiched my daughter’s ivory cock, the pink tip dripping precum. Lupita raised her right leg and reached down, her boobs jiggling. They were piled together as she lay on her side. She grasped my daughter’s shaft and pressed the crown into her black bush.

Lupita Reyes shuddered and whimpered as my daughter sank into her pussy. I watched Sky’s cock vanish into Lupita’s married twat. My futa-cock throbbed at how gorgeous it was. What a beautiful sight it was to witness that big schlong vanishing into Lupita’s pussy.

I swallowed, my heart hammering in my chest.

I had to enjoy that pussy with my daughter.

I ignored the fretting Grace and sank on my side. Poor Lupita. I had never realized how empty my marriage bed had been until this moment. How little my ex-husband had pleased me. It had always been about his pleasure.

I thought that was the point. Sex was for reproduction. I’d never realized it could be amazing for the woman. Was Lupita realizing that as she squeezed her pussy down around my daughter’s big futa-dick? I shuddered, wondering if I could truly fit in Lupita’s cunt with my daughter’s dick already in there.

I wanted to find out.

You’ve changed so much, Madeline, Grace lamented. You just wanted to love your futa-daughter. Just you and her.

And I’m loving her, I thought back as I sank. She just gets distracted. I need to keep her attention. This will help.

“Oh, my, Madeline,” moaned Lupita, her lips stained in my futa-cum. “Your daughter’s cock feels amazing in my pussy. I love it.”

“Mmm, she does love me,” Sky groaned, her hands reaching around Lupita, one burrowing beneath the woman’s side, to grab those big breasts. My daughter’s pale fingers dug into those lush mounds. She shook them. “Press your titties against these and slide on into her cunt. I know she’ll stretch. I just feel it.”

Spice’s work, Grace muttered. The futa-demon’s talking to her.

I pressed my big boobs into Lupita’s. I groaned at how soft they were. Like Natalie’s. Nice and large. Small titties like Sky, Georgia, and Aoi possessed were delicious, but there was something so pleasant about a pair of pillowy boobs rubbing into mine. My nipples brushed Lupita’s. Sparks flared.

Moaning, I kissed her with passion, tasting my own salty cum staining her lips. It was an exciting moment. My tongue thrust into her mouth. I danced around with hers, the pair of us teasing each other. The excitement swept through me.

This was incredible.

My tongue tried to tickle her tonsils. I thrust in deep and wiggled around. My heart hammered in my chest at how amazing this felt. I would have such a big orgasm. Just a mighty blast of cum that would flood into her snatch.

That would be awesome.

Her hand grabbed my cock while Sky played with her boobs. My daughter rubbed Lupita’s tits into mine, massaging them around as I made out with the married woman. Lupita maneuvered my cock lower and lower, the tip sliding against her stomach and then into her silky curls.

I shuddered at the feel of her bush around my crown. The girls moaned in the background as they watched and fingered each other. Excitement rushed through me. Then I groaned as Lupita placed my cock against Sky’s dick.

I shuddered at the feel of my daughter’s shaft vanishing into Lupita’s pussy. The married woman pressed me against her labia. She whimpered into the kiss. I groaned as her cuntlips stretched and stretched over the crown of my cock.

I pressed forward with my hips.

I popped into her cock-stuffed cunt.

“Fuck, yes, Mom!” Sky moaned.

My futa-cock pressed into Lupita’s pussy, sliding up against my daughter’s dick. This was incredible. This taboo thrill rushed through me. We weren’t just sharing the same woman, but the same cunt. My naughty twat clenched with this exciting rush as I ventured deeper and deeper into Lupita’s pussy. She groaned, kissing me with hunger.

It was incredible to experience sharing a pussy with my daughter’s big dick. My heart beat with such a wild and exciting pace as I slipped deeper and deeper into Lupita’s cunt, my shaft squeezed against Sky’s.

I broke the kiss and moaned, “Oh, Lord.”

“¡Mierda!” gasped Lupita. “You hermafroditas are so sexy. Yes, yes, so sexy. ¡Maravillosa!”

“It is,” groaned Sky. “Oh, Mom, you’re all the way in her. We’re sharing a MILF. Isn’t that so hot?”

“Uh-huh,” I groaned, my dick throbbing. I had bottomed out in Lupita’s pussy. My dick throbbed against my daughter’s. I savored this excitement. It was incredible. I loved it.

Then Sky drew back and it became even more amazing.

Her cock slid past mine. I felt the texture of my daughter’s clit-dick throbbing against my own, her spongy crown slipping lower and lower. Then I pulled back, moving with her through the silky heaven of Lupita’s married twat. My daughter thrust back in.

Her futa-cock shot past mine, our tips kissing for one moment of incestuous bliss.

I groaned, my brow furrowed at how incredible this felt. I shuddered at how amazing the pleasure of sharing Lupita’s pussy with my daughter was. My ovaries grew tighter with my cum. A mighty load of jizz that would burst out of me and shower her inner depths.

I would flood Lupita with all my spunk. Just pump her cunt full of every last drop of spunk that brimmed in my ovaries.

My daughter and I both would.

“Fuck, Mom, isn’t this hot?” Sky groaned.

“Uh-huh,” I whimpered, thrusting away.

“Shit, that looks amazing,” panted Natalie. “I wish I got to enjoy that. Fuck, Mrs. Reyes, you’re so lucky.”

“I am!” the married woman moaned, her pussy clamping down on our cocks, squeezing my daughter and me tight.

My breasts rubbed into Lupita’s big boobs. Our hard nipples slid over the other’s flesh. I stared into her eyes, seeing them brimming with her own delight. She loved this. She didn’t regret cheating on her husband at all.

She will, warned Grace.

I ignored the angel’s voice and thrust away at Lupita’s wonderful pussy. My cock slid past my daughter’s. Our crowns kissed over and over again, spilling such hot delight down to my cunt. My body shook, my ovaries drinking in all the sensations. They brimmed with my next load of futa-cum.

“I want that,” whimpered Aoi.

“Yeah,” panted Georgia. “Both Mrs. Marlow’s and Sky’s cocks in me.”

“When you marry my daughter, we’ll both fuck you before and after the ceremony,” I moaned.

“Yeah, why not?” Sky groaned. “If we marry, we’ll do that.”

Georgia let out a throaty moan of pleasure. Both Natalie and Aoi squealed in delight. Georgia must be fingering them faster, inspired by her future nuptials. Georgia and Sky would make such a wonderful couple.

And, according to Natalie, the two had a date tonight.

I thrust my hips faster, my motherly passion swelling in me along with my orgasm. I would have such a big climax. A huge burst of passion that would explode out of me. I groaned, my cunt on fire. This was amazing. Just the rapture that I needed to enjoy. I loved every thrust. Every plunge of mine and my daughter’s cocks into Lupita’s pussy.

“¡Hermafroditas!” groaned Lupita, her cunt clenching down on me. “Going to cum. ¡Mierda! You two are stirring up my pussy. Oh, yes, yes, Sky. This was an amazing idea.”

“I know!” groaned my daughter. “Cum on our dicks. Let me feel that MILF pussy worshiping our cocks.”

“Yes!” the married woman gasped. Her golden-brown face scrunched up with delight. “¡Madre de Dios!”

Her pussy went wild around my cock slamming into her cunt. I gasped as her writhing flesh squeezed me tight against my daughter’s dick. I shuddered at the pleasure. Sky gasped and kept pumping away while I just stayed buried in Lupita and savored the delight of my daughter’s cock caressing mine.

Hot pussy rippled around my cock while Sky’s futa-dick thrust up and down the length of mine. The two delights built and built my orgasm. Lupita shuddered, her big boobs rubbing against me in such exciting ways, bringing me closer and closer to that moment when I would erupt. It would be such a huge climax.

“Oh, Lord,” I groaned.

“Cum in her, Mom!” Sky moaned, her face twisting with pleasure, visible over Lupita’s shoulder. “Fucking cum in her!”

I erupted.

Sky’s cock slammed to the hilt in Lupita’s spasming pussy while I unloaded. Spurt after spurt of my cum fired into the married woman’s pussy. Sky’s clit-dick pulsed against mine. I gasped, realizing my daughter had climaxed, too.

The incestuous mix of our seed flooded Lupita’s writhing cunt. Her pussy sucked at us while the pleasure slammed through my body. Waves of bliss joined the ecstasy, washing out of my convulsing cunt. I trembled, my nipples brushing Lupita’s.

“¡Si!” gasped Lupita. “You two hermafroditas are cumming in me.”

“Futas!” groaned Sky. “We’re futas!”

The MILF just moaned, her cunt going wild around my dick. Her pussy milked me, working out every drop of cum that I had in my ovaries. My orgasm hit that wild peak. In the background, Aoi and Natalie moaned, cumming on Georgia’s fingers.

I shuddered as I lay on the classroom floor I hit the peak of my pleasure, my cock throbbing against my daughter’s. Bliss suffused every bit of me. It was such a heady rush. I panted as I came down from the high.

“Oh, my,” Lupita moaned.

“Mmm, that was hot,” groaned Sky.

“Yes,” Georgia whimpered.

I rolled onto my back, my cock sliding out of the MILF. I shuddered as I plopped out. I lay on my back and stared up at the ceiling. My breasts rose and fell as I came down from my high. My entire body buzzed with the bliss.

“Mrs. Marlow!” groaned Georgia.

The reverend’s daughter straddled my face. I stared up at her black bush. She sank down on me and planted her silky curls on my lips. A spicy aroma filled my nose and the same flavor spilled past my lips. She ground on me and leaned over, her hands grabbing my cunt-soaked dick.

“I love your cock, Mrs. Marlow,” she moaned and then sucked my mommy-cock into her mouth.

I shuddered and licked at her pussy as she nursed on me. That spicy flavor filled my taste buds and…

Wait, didn’t I taste tart juices on my daughter’s cock last night?

I had come down to get a glass of water in the middle of the night and found Sky doing the same. She had been dripping with cum. Georgia and Sky had spent the night together and Sky had just fucked her.

So why did she taste tart then? I thought I had been mistaken but…

Lord, Georgia sucked with hunger. She nursed on my cock with passion. I loved the feel of her nursing on me with all her hunger. She sucked and slurped with such passion. My cunt clenched and toes curled.

I savored her spicy pussy, the mystery fleeing my mind beneath the passion of her sucking mouth. The reverend’s daughter bobbed her head with hunger. She worked her lips up and down my cock. I licked at her barely legal pussy.

What a treat. Young girls like Sky were where I had to focus. Fucking Lupita was a one time delight.

A fun one.

But it could only happen once. That was it. I had to be strong. Make sure this didn’t happen again.

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

Sky Marlow

“Mmm, we’re going to be fucking you all the time,” I told Mrs. Reyes, my cock still in her. Georgia was sixty-nining with Mom while Aoi and Natalie watched.

“You sure you should be doing that?” asked Natalie. “All the time?”

“She already knows and she’s going to want my cock, right?” I asked.

“Oh, yes,” Mrs. Reyes purred. She looked over her shoulder at me with such hunger and submission. “I need this cock. I don’t want to give this up.”

“Mrs. Marlow?” Natalie asked, sounding nervous. God, my mom had really fucked her up.

“It’s fine,” Mom purred as she licked out Georgia’s pussy.

“And she’s fine,” I said, pulling out of her cunt. I glanced at the two girls watching. “Aoi, come lick her clean. Natalie, sit on Mrs. Reyes’s face. You have to enjoy a MILF eating you out. It’s amazing.”

“Sure,” Natalie said.

“I want to lick out yours and Mrs. Marlow’s cum from Mrs. Reyes’s pussy,” Aoi moaned. The petite, Japanese girl looked like she had won the lotto.

I loved these futa-cocks.

And you’re doing such great things with them, Spice whispered. I could feel how pleased the futa-demon was. Mmm, you got your mom to fuck a MILF.

When I’m done with her, she’s going to be bringing me MILFs to fuck, I thought. But we have to get ready for our date tonight. If we’re lucky, I’ll be fucking mother and daughter.

Georgia and the reverend’s wife? asked Spice, sounding so excited.

Yep!

Aoi fell to her knees between Mrs. Reyes’s spread legs. The petite, Japanese girl leaned down, her cute, tight tush pointed at me. She had my mother’s cum matting her crack, some of the white spilling out over her butt-cheeks and leaving naughty streaks.

She was lubed for my dick to fuck her.

“Miss Suzihara!” gasped Mrs. Reyes, my married MILF arching her back. Her big boots jiggling. She had played her part to perfection. “And Miss Tailor. A pierced clit? No wonder you’re never doing your homework.”

“Too busy getting laid,” Natalie said. “And now I have a MILF with a dick to fuck me… I am in heaven.”

My “bestest” friend sank down onto Mrs. Reyes’s face and planted her shaved snatch on the MILF’s mouth. I shuddered as the Hispanic beauty started licking, her jaw moving. A pink tongue flashed.

Aoi moaned as she clearly pigged out on the MILF’s cum-filled cunt. That naughty, Japanese girl was going wild for it, her tush wiggling back and forth. I smiled at the sight, my futa-cock throbbing and aching.

I fell to my knees behind her, my dick throbbing with my excitement. I pressed my shaft right between her butt-cheeks as she kept devouring the MILF’s creampie. It was such a beautiful sight. My dick twitched and throbbed.

Then I thrust.

She gasped, her asshole parting. Her anal ring widened to swallow my cock. I groaned at the hot thrill that shot down my shaft. I smiled from ear to ear as I sodomized her, the cutie enjoying some hot, MILF cunt seasoned with salty jizz.

“Yes, yes, Sky!” Aoi moaned.

“Sounds like she loves it,” Natalie purred. She grabbed Mrs. Reyes’s golden-brown titties and jiggled them. “And Mrs. Reyes loves it. Fuck, she’s licking my cunt with hunger.”

“I’m really starting to enjoy eating out my students,” groaned Mrs. Reyes. “Such delicious flavors.”

“Yep,” I purred and thrust against Aoi’s asshole.

With all the cum bubbling out of her anal sheath and the fact that my cock was fresh from the MILF’s cunt, I popped right into the Japanese cutie’s bowels. Her asshole squeezed around me. She squealed into Mrs. Reyes’s pussy.

The sound was such a delight to hear. I smiled as I savored Aoi’s bowels. Her velvety sheath gripped my cock as I pumped away at her. My mother’s futa-cum lubed the way, making it such a juicy hole to fuck.

I loved it.

My small titties quivered as I ass-fucked Aoi. I plundered her bowels. I thrust to the hilt in her again and again. I slammed deep and hard. I loved the way she groaned. How she gasped. The passion was such a delight to hear. She whimpered and moaned, her bowels clenching about my dick.

“Oh, my god, yes,” I gasped. “That’s wonderful. Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“Fuck that ass!” Natalie moaned, her large tits heaving as she ground her shaved cunt on the MILF’s mouth.

“Cum on our teacher!” I groaned.

Natalie winked a brown eye at me. Her diamond stud glinted in her nose as she tossed back her head. Dyed-blue hair swayed about her face. She had such a cute pixie cut. The bob made her look adorable until you saw the lust in her eyes.

She was such a slut. I loved it.

I thrust hard at Aoi’s asshole, Mom and Georgia moaning to my right as they sixty-nined. My pussy drank in the friction. It felt wonderful around my cock. A wicked treat that would have me bursting with delight.

“Aoi, I am going to flood that asshole!” I panted.

“Yes!” she moaned.

“Mmm, and isn’t eating MILF pussy just the best?”

“It is!” Her bowels clenched on me. “I love your mother’s cunt. It’s so wonderful. You have to fuck her so I can lick you out of her.”

“Sure!” I gasped, shaking my head. Another girl infected by my mother’s prudishness. Aoi should crave all MILFs. Just like Natalie.

But my plan had worked. I had gotten Mom to fuck one MILF. That was the hardest step. Each one would be easier than the last until she would be fucking them as often as I was. We could tag team the reverend’s wife.

That would be hot.

Why share her with your mother? Spice asked. She’s a prude.

I’ll make her into a whore! I thought back.

I thrust harder into Aoi’s asshole, my dick melting in her tight bowels. It was such a thrill to enjoy. I groaned with each plunge into her flesh. Every hard thrust into her anal sheath, my dick throbbing from the friction. I would cum so hard.

I groaned, savoring the pleasure. I reamed out her asshole. I fucked her with such passion. My ovaries drank in the pressure of her. She moaned into the MILF’s cunt. I knew Mrs. Reyes loved every moment of it.

It was so hot.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I groaned, thrusting away with passion. “You’re going to explode, aren’t you, Aoi.”

“Uh-huh,” the girl moaned.

“I know I am!” my friend gasped. “Shit, Mrs. Reyes, get that tongue in my pussy. Swirl it around. You love cunt!” Natalie jiggled the MILF’s big titties. “I’m going to drown you.”

“Drown me, puta,” the MILF moaned.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I gasped, thrusting away at Aoi’s asshole. My dick throbbed. I was coming closer and closer to that moment of eruption. My pussy clenched, the heat spilling juices down my thighs. “Cum on my dick, Aoi!”

“I’m almost there,” she groaned.

“¡Madre de Dios!” gasped the MILF. “The little lesbiana is sucking on my clit and… and… Yes!”

Mrs. Reyes arched her back. She groaned into Natalie’s pussy. Aoi’s head moved, clearly licking up the MILF’s flood of yummy cream. I almost envied Aoi, but I was the one with the futa-cock fucking her tight asshole.

She gasped as I slammed into her. As I pulled back, her bowels rippled around my girl-dick. Her flesh sucked at me. I groaned, reveling in the girl’s climactic passion. She squealed into the MILF’s twat as I pumped away at her spasming asshole.

“Shit, shit, shit!” Natalie shuddered, her big breasts heaving. “That’s it. That’s the right spot, Mrs. Reyes! Yes!”

She bucked and quivered through her rapture. Her face contorted with bliss. Her head tossed back and forth. She quivered and groaned, her moans echoing through the classroom while she flooded the MILF’s mouth.

“Fuck, yes!” I howled and buried into Aoi’s spasming asshole.

My pussy convulsed. My futa-cock fired cum into the girl’s asshole. I shuddered and groaned, my passion echoing through the air. This wonderful bliss that reverberated around us. Pleasure fired into my mind. My thoughts blazed, ignited by ecstasy.

“Take that cum!” I moaned, stars burning across my vision.

“I am!” gasped the naughty girl. Her bowels rippled around my cock.

She worked out every drop of girl-jizz I had in me. I groaned, a big smile playing on my lips. This was incredible to enjoy. I shuddered through the rapture of this moment. My heart pounded in my chest, my blood humming with such delight.

Beside us, Georgia squealed.

“Oh, honey, yes!” my futa-mother groaned.

I grinned as they both trembled through their orgasms. I hit the peak of mine, firing the last of my cum into Aoi’s asshole. Georgia squirmed, her cheeks bulging as my mother flooded her mouth with spurt after spurt of cum.

Then the girl swallowed them all down. She slid her mouth up and off my mother’s cock with a loud, wet plop. She glanced over me and grinned. I winked back at her. Oh, my date with her tonight would be so special.

My plan had worked swimmingly.

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

Madeline Marlow

Aoi had worked out perfectly.

Even with Lupita Reyes catching us, it had turned into a wild way to pass lunch. It was clear she would continue cheating on her husband. The cat, as they said, was out of the bag. It was a shame, but nothing I could do about it. It wasn’t like Sky had seduced her.

Sometimes, random stuff just happened. That was life.

“Come on,” I said, catching Sky giving Lupita a farewell kiss. “You girls have to get something to eat. You want to keep your strength up for the lesson.”

“Yep,” Sky said. “Mrs. Reyes, you were a delight. Mmm, we’ll have to think of fun things to do. You, me, Mom, Georgia, and Natalie.”

“And me,” Aoi said. She paused, looked up and down the empty second-floor hallway, then darted up and gave me a quick kiss on the lips.

The Japanese girl squeaked in shock as if she couldn’t believe she had done that, then she hurried off in her long, tartan skirt. I watched her ass swaying knowing it brimmed with my daughter’s futa-cum.

What an exciting day this was.

Natalie strode out next. She gave me a bold kiss, her nose stud gleaming at the bottom of my vision. I let my tongue play with hers. She broke it and purred, “Call my mom and tell her I’m staying over again tonight to study with Sky. She’ll trust you.”

“But will she believe you’re studying?” Sky asked, coming up behind her.

Natalie giggled.

“Bye, Mom,” Sky said. “Love you.”

My heart melted and then I groaned as she planted a naughty kiss on my lips. She broke off and took Natalie’s hand. The two of them scurried off as thick as thieves whispering together. Strange that I finally trusted them both now that they were up to the kinkiest things in the world.

Georgia stepped up and said, “I really hope my date with Sky goes great. I… I… I have a crush on her. For a little while now, I think. I just… I didn’t really understand what I felt, but now.”

“Have fun tonight. Show her who you are. Let her fall in love with you.” I stroked her delicate cheekbone. “She’ll want to do some naughty things, but use your judgment. You have a good head. You’ll know if she’s going too far.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Marlow,” she said and scurried off.

“Well, that was a delightful time, Madeline,” Lupita said, patting her black hair. “Your daughter is an invigorating thing.”

“Yes, she is,” I said, such breathy delight rushing through my body.

I couldn’t wait for her date with Georgia tonight. That would be amazing. I walked with Lupita down the hallway, chatting with her. I didn’t know her that well, but that would obviously change. I felt bad for her husband, but she had gotten a taste of true pleasure.

I had missed out on it, and so had Lupita with her husband. That was clear to me. How many other married women weren’t satisfied in their marriage? I was naïve, not realizing just how amazing things could be, but other women…

Those are dangerous thoughts, Grace whispered.

Right, right, I said. We need to be on the lookout for another virgin for Sky to deflower. There are seven hundred students attending the college. There has to be a few more, especially among the freshman like Aoi.

We’ll find them, Grace said. You should start going through the student profiles. See who pops out.

Natalie will help, too. I grabbed my phone and sent out the text. She would be so excited to help me with this mission.

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

Sky Marlow

“What about this outfit?” I asked, stepping out of my room. I wore a tight skirt that hugged my rump and left much of my tan thighs exposed. The top was a purple boob tube that clung to my small breasts, my nipples clearly visible.

“You look like a streetwalker,” Mom said, this hungry glint in her eyes.

“Mmm, that’s not a bad thing,” I said. “I got a yummy midriff, and my tits are popping. Got to show them off.”

“To who?” Mom asked. “Georgia or the entire world?”

I smiled at her. “Can’t it be both?”

My mom shook her head. “You are a wild one, aren’t you.”

“You’re the one who has Natalie stashed in her bedroom,” I said. “While I’m on a wholesome date, you’re going to be doing what?”

“We both know nothing you do with Georgia tonight will be wholesome.” She shifted, the blue robe she wore clinging to her large breasts. She had it loosely tied up. “You should put on that last blouse. You looked cute in it.”

“I want to be sexy,” I said.

“Ah.” A smile crossed her lips. “Finally going on a proper date. Where are you taking her?”

“Oh, dinner and a movie,” I said. “And a few places where those of us who can’t drink can go.”

“To neck?”

“Fuck,” I said, grinning.

“You can do that here.”

“It’s more fun out there.” I cupped her face and kissed my mother on the lips.

She groaned into them. I quivered in delight. This was perfect. Such a salacious outfit. Mrs. Matthews’s eyes would pop out of her socket. I couldn’t wait for that delicious moment. It would be so exciting.

I broke the kiss. “Mmm, besides, I don’t have time to change. I have to go.”

“I thought you were picking her up at 5,” Mom said.

“Nope, 4:30,” I lied. As a girl, I knew Georgia would be hard-pressed to be ready at 5. This would give me all the time I needed to be alone with her mother. It was Monday, so the reverend would be out leading a men’s study group at the church. His wife would be all alone. Vulnerable. “So I have to skedaddle.”

“It’s only 4:07,” Mom said, glancing at a clock on the wall. “It’s a five-minute drive.”

“I can’t be late,” I gasped. “It’s my first date with Georgia, Mom.”

The smile crossing Mom’s lips proved that I had sold the excited girl act. She gave me another kiss, a lingering farewell. Then she broke it and looked on the verge of tears. She pulled her phone out of her pocket.

“I just want one pic,” she said.

“Fine, Mom,” I said, rolling my eyes even though I was really excited. I struck a pose. The camera flashed.

Then I was hurrying down the hallway. Of course, I wanted to be early. I wanted all the time I could get to seduce that sexy Mrs. Matthews. The reverend’s wife wouldn’t know what hit her. Oh, no, she would be bowled over by all my charm.

I licked my lips, the excitement racing through my body. I rushed down the stairs, taking them two at a time, my blonde hair flying behind me. I slipped on a pair of strappy sandals, then I was out the door and rushing to my car, my purse bouncing on my shoulder.

I hopped in the car.

Spice grinned in the rearview mirror. She kneaded her big and lush tits, her nipples both pierced and connected by a chain. I could feel her excitement wreathing through me. I jammed my key in the ignition.

I backed out of the parking lot, waving at Mrs. Spencer. She shuddered, lust in her eyes. I had to sneak out and fuck her again. Those lactating tits were amazing. Thinking about that creamy treat, I reached the street.

I made it to Georgia’s house in two minutes.

I screeched to a stop on the street and killed the engine. I hopped out, so ready to seduce her mother. Gray smoke washed over me, thick with the scent of burning rubber. I hurried up the driveway and then the path to the house. There was no way my mother could possibly suspect my real goal. I licked my lips, salivating.

DING-DONG!

The chimes ran through the house. My nipples throbbed. The footsteps padded up. The deadbolt twisted. The door opened. Mrs. Matthews in all her glory stood there, her black hair falling about her face, a mature version of Georgia’s.

“Sky,” she said. “Little early to pick up Georgia for your study date and…” She blinked. “What are you wearing?”

I winked at her. “Can I wait inside?”

She motioned me in, color blossoming across her cheeks. My pussy clenched and my clit begged to turn into a dick. This was it. The door shut behind me.

To be continued…

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Sasha Ford thinks she’s gotten away with stealing her mind-controlling panties to the paradise of Miami!

The Futa’s Mind-Controlling Panties

Chapter Twenty: The Naughty Futa’s Punishment

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2020

Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this!

Athena Pearce

The helicopter landed on the flight line near my private jet.

My stewardesses were waiting for me. They were two twenty-year-old twins that I found through a modeling agency. They were German and as buxom as you could imagine. They wore slutty Bavarian outfits, those green skirts that barely covered their asses, the skirt’s waistband covering their stomachs. Suspender-like straps rose up to those shoulders. They should have white blouses on, but their tits were large and perky.

Just perfect.

“Fräulein,” Beata and Greta said to me as I reached the stairs. They had twinkles in their blonde eyes. “Guten Abend.”

“Evening.” I shuddered. “Which one of you is going to ride on my cock?”

“Is Greta’s turn,” Beata said, the one on the left. “I lick her pussy very good. Get her nice and juicy for you.”

I paused to lean in and kiss Beata, the youthful beauty, on the lips. I tasted something sweet. That lingering musk of a young twat. I shuddered, my futa-cock throbbing beneath my skirt. I broke the kiss and nodded my head.

“I can taste how ready your sister is.”

“Wunderbar!” Beata cooed.

I headed up the stairs and took my seat. It was plush and comfortable. My pilots were getting to work. They were men, the best money could hire. I wasn’t taking any chances. Greta came up to me and straddled my waist. She pushed up my skirt and fished out my hard girl-dick, my balls aching. She grinned.

“I love your girl-dick very hard,” she said. “Mmm, make mein Fötzchen feel sehr gut.”

I loved her mix of English and German. “Sehr gut, ja?”

She grinned at me and then impaled her cunt down my cock. I groaned as my secretaries boarded. I never went anywhere without Minako or Virginia. They both were so gorgeous. Virginia took the seat beside me, her large tits jiggling. She was a blonde and buxom hottie, too, but her tits were not au naturel like the twins.

“Governor Peterson will meet with you tomorrow at 9 AM,” she said. “We’ll land somewhere around 6 AM EST.”

“Then we should have that little slut wrapped up in a bow by lunch,” I said, leaning back. “Tell the pilots to get us in the air as fast as air traffic control and safety will let them.” I had to be careful. If I said as fast as possible. They would just go for the nearest runway and not bother with any clearance or safety checks.

I made that mistake two days ago. Luckily, I realized it. So much mind-controlling that day.

I closed my eyes and let Greta’s pussy work up and down my girl-dick. This was the best way to fly. I would soon have Sasha Ford delivered back to my mistress just where the little slut belonged for stealing those panties.

She wouldn’t get away with escaping to Miami.

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

Sasha Ford

Escaping to Miami was the best idea I had ever had. There was no way that Mildred and Chloe and their mind-controlled bitches could find us here. We were on the other side of the world. I would have so much fun.

“So, Dad, which one do you want?” I asked as I stared at the two women kneeling before us.

One was Tamara Duval, a trophy wife with big, fake tits that had a lovely plumpness to her. She had collagen-injected lips to give them that ripeness and bedroom eyes. She was gorgeous, her body all tan, her pussy shaved. She made my girl-dick throb and my pussy clench.

Beside her was Champagne Duval, the nineteen-year-old daughter. She had wavy brown hair and tits just as big as her mother and just as fake. They were like a matching set. Champagne, too, had a tan and lush body, though she was slenderer.

She was still delicious.

“Daughter,” Dad said, staring at the nineteen-year-old girl. “Your mother didn’t have tits that delicious when she was nineteen.”

“And still don’t,” I said. I looked over my shoulder at Mom and my sister. They were getting their pussies devoured by the maid and the cook, both Latina women that were sexy but held not a candle to the trophy wife and her beauty pageant daughter.

It was so wonderful to meet the neighbors.

“Mrs. Duval, on your hands and knees. You two, baby slut.”

“Yes, Ms. Sasha!” both of them moaned. They turned around and presented their rumps to us. In the corner, Mr. Duval watched. He was an older man, heavyset, wearing a silk kimono for a bathrobe. He had a greasy look to him.

I wanted him far away, but it was hot as he watched his wife wiggling her ass at me. Her butt-cheeks clapped together. They were so plump. There was no way this woman didn’t have ass implants, too. There was nothing real about her.

But it was fine fucking work.

I smacked my futa-cock from butt-cheek to butt-cheek, watching that perfection ripple. Mrs. Duval moaned, her back arching. Her boobs peeked into view as they swayed from side to side. My dick twitched and throbbed.

This was the life.

“Mr. Ford!” gasped Champagne. Dad went right to fucking the little slut.

I grinned at him. I was so glad Dad was back with the family. My parents’ divorce was undone. The misunderstanding caused by that cunt next door, Mrs. Solomon, had been resolved. I might be a lesbian, but I was also a tomboy.

Dad was just more fun to hang out with than Mom.

Though Mom was more fun to fuck. I only fucked with Dad. I never touched him in that way. My sister did, though. Fawn was a little slut moaning as she had the cook swabbing her tight cunt. Mom’s whimpers joined them as the maid ate that muff.

I slid my cock down to the trophy wife’s cunt. I glanced over at Mr. Duval. “How does it feel to know that I’m going to fuck your wife’s cunt?”

“Wonderful,” he moaned. “You’re amazing Chloe. If anyone deserves to fuck my wife, it’s you. Fuck her hard. Pound her. Better you than her Pilates instructor.”

“My yoga instructor,” purred Mrs. Duval.

“The pool boy.”

“Oh, he’s fun to fuck,” the slut-wife moaned. “And there are the gardeners. Hector, Juan, and Ramon know how to take care of my hedges.”

“That why you got a bald?” I asked.

“Maybe.”

I slammed into her pussy. I buried to the hilt in Mrs. Duval’s whore-cunt. I loved the feel of her tight and hot snatch squeezing about me. She might be fucking every guy she could behind her husband’s back, but none of them had dicks as big as me.

She moaned, her back arching as she felt my girth stretching her apart. Her hot, married cunt welcomed me in. I loved every moment of it. I savored filling up her cunt with my big dick. My balls smacked into her clit.

“Fuck, you’re hung for a girl!” the MILF moaned.

“And you’re tight for a whore,” I panted. “Fuck, yes, I’m going to make you explode.”

“Do it!”

She squeezed her cunt around me as I drew back. My small breasts quivered as I slammed back into her. I loved the feel of her hot cunt squeezing around me. That wonderful snatch held me tight. I would have such a huge explosion of cum. I would pump all that jizz into her. just flood her with spurt after spurt of my jizz.

I slammed into her, fucking her hard. Her butt-cheeks rippled. Her cunt gripped me. The pleasure flowed to my own pussy. My balls drank in the heat, growing tighter and tighter with my every thrust into her snatch.

“Fuck, yes!” Dad groaned. “Champagne, you little slut, you’re no stranger to dick.”

“That’s how I win!” she moaned. “You got to fuck the judges or you’ll never get them to vote for you. And then there’s the after-party. All those rich, older pervs wanting our barely legal cunts. Why do you think they donate?”

“Shit!” Dad groaned.

“I know!” I gasped, pumping away at the trophy wife’s cunt. “You whored your daughter out, didn’t you?”

“Yes!” Mrs. Duval moaned. “I was there the first time they popped her cherry. I held her hand while that fat judge fucked her hard. And she won. They crowned my baby girl the hottest in the Everglades. Her first sash.”

“Mother of the fucking year!” I groaned, pounding her cunt. I buried to the hilt in her. “Why did you marry her, Mr. Duval?”

“I knocked her up,” groaned Mr. Duval. “Cheaper to marry her. And she’s hot. Even after having Champagne. Didn’t know how much of a whore she was, though. But she’s your whore now, Miss Sasha.

“That’s fucking right!”

“I am your whore!” gasped the naughty MILF, her cunt clenching down on my girl-cock.

I fucked into her hard and fast. I buried to the hilt in the slut’s cunt. I reveled in her pussy gripping my cock. She felt amazing. This wonderful pussy brought me closer and closer to that moment of eruption. I would have such a huge one. I would just explode with ecstasy. It would be incredible. A great burst of rapture that would erupt from me.

My balls smacked into her flesh. They cracked into her as Dad’s cracked into the whore’s daughter. I loved this pleasure. This amazing bliss that surged down my cock. It felt absolutely amazing to fuck the trophy wife before her husband.

“Oh, yes, yes,” Mom moaned. “Oh, that’s so nice. Mmm, you’re going to make me cum.”

“Si, señora!” the woman moaned. “You cum. Very good.”

“Yes, I’ll cum so very fucking good!” Mom groaned. “Now get that tongue in me. Yes yes, just like that.”

“This is so hot,” moaned my little sister. Fawn let out a gasp. “I’m cumming. Drink it! Drink all my cream.”

Dad grunted beside me, his hands squeezing Champagne’s big tits. He kneaded them. Squeezed them. He massaged them while she groaned and gasped out in delight. The sounds she made were so hot to hear. They had my cunt melting with joy.

I would have such a huge orgasm. I would erupt into the slut-mother’s cunt. I slammed hard into the trophy wife, fucking her with such uncontrolled rapture. Her pussy squeezed around my dick. She held me tight. Her cunt gripped me with that sweet passion.

“Oh, yes, yes, yes!” I groaned. “You ready for my jizz, whore?”

“I am!” Mrs. Duval moaned.

“Good!” I gasped and slammed to the hilt in her.

I erupted.

“Fuck!” Dad groaned. “Take it, you filthy, little slut!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Champagne moaned. “You’re cumming in me. Oh, yes, yes, you’re spurting all that spunk into me.”

“It’s amazing!” Mrs. Duval moaned as my seed pumped into her pussy. I buried all that jizz into her snatch. I flooded her with my hot and thick girl-spunk. “You’re flooding me!”

Her pussy spasmed around me. The trophy wife’s cunt milked my dick. She worked out drop after drop of my cum from my girl-cock. I shuddered, my eyes rolling back in my head. A shiver ran through my body. It was incredible.

“Yes!” I moaned. “Oh, god, yes! I love being a futa!”

“You’re the best,” Fawn cried.

“Love you, Sasha.”

Dad looked over at me, grinning. “You are amazing.”

I beamed at him as the trophy wife’s hot cunt worked out every drop of cum that I had in my girl-nuts. I shuddered, pussy cream running down my thighs. I stretched my back and glanced at the clock. It was approaching noon.

“Who wants to turn South Beach into a fucking paradise?” I asked.

My family, of course, cheered. They always wanted to do what I did. They were great that way.

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

Athena Pearce

The limousine pulled up at the governor’s mansion. I was jet-lagged but excited. Sasha Ford’s flight from Mildred’s justice ended today. I uncrossed my legs and gripped my crotchless panties tight in my hand. After four days, they were still just as soaked as when I first came in them.

I pushed up my glasses as my driver opened the door. She was a sexy, young woman wearing a tight skirt and bustier top, a tie around her bare throat and dangling between her tits. Her sunglasses gave her that delicious, mysterious vibe that had my cunt clenching.

“Ms. Pearce,” she murmured. “Enjoy.”

“Ms. Pearce,” a man said. He appeared out of the front door of the governor’s mansion, older and balding. “Governor Peterson’s waiting for you.”

“Wonderful,” I said. “It’s Hawke, yes. His chief of staff.”

“I’m afraid so,” he said and chuckled.

I held up my panties and wafted them about his face. He groaned as he fell under my powers. “Lead me to him.”

“Of course, Ms. Pearce,” he said and hurried up the stairs.

I followed after, my heart beating. Sasha Ford was down in Miami. She had to be caught as fast as possible. I passed the stately doors and followed the man through the ornately furnished rooms. It had antique furniture that looked to date back two hundred or more years. Paintings on the walls depicted various events in Florida’s history from the Seminole Indians to the Spanish Conquistadors to the Civil War.

In a sitting room, Governor Peterson rose from a couch. He wore a blue suit and adjusted his tie. He had gray hair, a bald spot in the middle of his head he didn’t bother hiding. He thrust his hand forward as I approached him.

“Ms. Pearce, I am delighted to talk to you about the opportunities Florida can provide for a…” His words trailed off as he felt the panties I pressed into his proffered hand.

He stared at them. His brow furrowed. Then his nostrils twitched. He brought them to his face and breathed in deeply of my controlling musk. I smiled as he fell under my spell. I snagged the panties from him.

“There are four people I needed apprehended immediately,” I said. “Minako has the files. They must be brought to me alive as soon as possible. They’re in Miami. I want my panties delivered to the state troopers sent to arrest them. They must all smell them before they head south.”

“Of course, Ms. Pearce,” he said. “Hawke, get Captain Donovan in here. I want his best team here within the hour to be briefed.”

I smiled. “Now, you have a daughter who is eighteen, yes?”

“I do,” he said.

“Is she home? I could use some tight, barely legal cunt on my dick.” I smiled. “And if you get me Sasha Ford before the day is out, you can fuck her, too. How does that sound?”

“Like I need to get my daughter,” he said with a big grin.

My futa-cock throbbed so hard. I leaned back in the chair, so thrilled that I could make all of Mildred’s dreams come true.

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

Sasha Ford

I stared out at the infamous South Beach, my futa-dick throbbing in my bikini bottoms. I wanted to start fucking all the hardbody beach babes. Just pounding them out on the sand. In the surf. I wanted them howling on my dick.

But there were some changes that had to be made. “Dad,” I said. “We need every other guy and ugly chick off the beach. I want only the hot ones. Naked and covered in tanning oil. Can you do that for me?”

“Of course I can,” he said and grabbed my boy shorts from my hands. Four days later, and they were still soaked in all my juices.

“Whores, set us up over there,” I said, pointing to the middle of the beach.

“Yes, Miss Sasha,” Mrs. Duval said. She and her daughter started carrying out the chaise lounges to unfold for us. I smiled. Dad was moving around the beach, a strong man putting everyone he came across under mind control. A stream of men and women who weren’t hot and sexy flowed by me. They all smiled at me, staring at me with such worship in their eyes.

Girls left their hotter friends behind, mothers their sexy daughters, and husbands their hot wives. My dick throbbed in my bikini bottom as Dad moved out along the beach. He was so efficient, sweeping the panties before their noses and then giving them orders.

Already, women were clustering around us. They unfurled their towels, stripped naked, and oiled their tits and asses. They began sunning themselves. Many had light patches on their perky boobs and curvy rumps. They needed to get rid of all those tan lines.

“Aren’t they hot?” I asked Mom and Fawn.

“God, yes,” my younger sister said. “Oh, you, I’ll help put that cream on those big mommy-tits.”

My sister went right for a MILF with big tits. She had a curvy body, mature but still hot. I trusted my dad’s eye for women. Fawn fell to her knees, took the tanning lotion, and then rubbed it on the women’s tits. The MILF gasped in shock.

“Relax,” I said. “Fawn can do whatever she wants to you.”

“Of course she can,” the MILF said, relaxing.

With a squeal of delight, my sister buried her face into those big and lush titties. She rubbed her head back and forth, moaning the entire time. I smiled in amusement at the wicked sounds my sister made. My cunt clenched in delight and my futa-cock throbbed.

“What about you, Mom?” I asked, nudging into her hip. “See anything you like?”

“Well, as a matter of fact, I do.” She fell to her knees before me and yanked down my bikini bottoms.

I groaned in delight as my futa-cock popped out before her. Mom licked the tip with hunger. A shiver ran down my cock to my cunt. I loved my mother’s enthusiasm to suck my dick. Her lips smooched all over it. This wasn’t what I meant, but I wasn’t going to complain.

I loved getting a Mommy blowjob.

Mom’s warm mouth slid over my cock. The heat of it rushed through my body. My pussy clenched as she polished my knob right then and there. She worked her mouth up and down my dick. This wonderful heat surged to my pussy. My cunt clenched, juices soaking my bush.

I popped off my top, freeing my small breasts to the kiss of the sun. It was time to get tan. Be a sexy, hardbody myself. A hard-futa-body just nailing girls on the beach with Dad. I smiled, savoring the life my family and I would have.

“That’s it, Mom,” I groaned, gripping her red hair. I clutched a fistful as she worked her lips down my shaft. Then she slid back up it. The heat rushed through my body. My pussy clenched at the delight rushing through me. “Ooh, that’s it. You know what you’re doing.”

She winked up at me.

“Yeah, you’re a good cock-sucker.”

“Have fun,” a guy said as he jogged by to exit the beach.

“You, too,” I said. “I’ll make sure I’ll nail your girlfriend and send her home with my cum dripping out of her snatch.”

He flashed me a thumbs up. “Awesome!”

I threw back my head and laughed my delight. My panties were amazing. They were the greatest thing in the world. I loved them so much. The power they gave. The freedom to get a blowjob from my mother on South Beach.

I stared out at Biscayne Bay, the surf washing up on the sand. I smiled at how clear that water was. How warm. How amazing this place was. Florida was always the place were crazy shit happened. It was time for me to make my mark.

I gripped the sides of my mother’s head and thrust my cock forward.

I slammed to the back of her throat, moaning, “That’s it, Mommy-slut. Mmm, you want to guzzle down all that cum, don’t you?”

She groaned around my dick.

“Yeah, you do.”

I pumped my hips, reveling in the heat of my mother’s mouth bobbing up and down my cock. She slid her lips down my shaft then sucked back up. My toes curled into the warm sand. My pussy clenched. Juices ran down my thighs.

This wonderful heat rushed through my body. My dick throbbed in her mouth. She nursed with all the passion that a girl could want to have on her futa-cock. My balls tightened. My pussy grew hotter and hotter. I moaned as I pumped away at her mouth.

Mom’s hand cupped my pussy. She thrust a pair of digits into my twat. I shuddered in delight. My eyes opened wide. This amazing passion surged through me. I groaned at the feeling of my dick throbbing in her mouth as she fingered my twat.

“That’s it,” I panted. “Ooh, that’s it. Just suck on my dick and plunder my pussy. Yeah, you like my cunt squeezing down around your digits.”

Mom winked again and sucked hard. Her fingers curled.

“Dirty mom, you’re searching for my G-spot!” I groaned as her fingers slid along the top of my pussy. Her motherly touch knew just how to stroke me.

She found it.

I gasped and jump. My cock throbbed in her mouth. My head swayed from side to side. My orgasm built and built. My heart beat so loud, thudding to the distant thwop-thwop of a helicopter. My eyes stared out at the bay. The pleasure yachts and speedboats. The bright water.

“Fuck!” I moaned, pleasure bursting from my G-spot. My balls tightened. I came closer and closer to erupting. To firing all that spunk into my mother’s mouth. “That’s it, Mom.”

She rubbed harder. My pussy clenched around her digits. She sucked with all that might on my girl-cock. I shuddered and cried out in rapture. My cunt convulsed. Hot jizz fired out of my futa-dick into my mother’s hungry maw.

Mom gulped down my cum.

She swallowed it with greedy hunger.

“Fuck, yes!” I gasped, my eyes falling on all those hot, naked girls that were oiling each other’s bodies up. They were just so delicious to watch as I pumped my cum into my mother’s mouth.

The pleasure slammed into my mind. It burst from my cock and surged from my pussy. My balls emptied themselves. My flexing toes dug into the sand. I groaned, my body swaying. I loved it. I hit that peak of bliss.

Hovered there.

A girl gasped as Dad rammed his cock into her. The heat surged through me. It was time to have fun. So many girls that needed to be fucked by my futa-dick. How many could I get done today? I smiled. How many would I bring home to our new mansion?

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

Athena Pearce

“That’s it, honey,” the Governor of the State of Florida groaned as his naked daughter lowered her pussy to my cock. Eighteen and gorgeous. Slender, her brown hair falling down about her face. She had light-brown skin—her mother was Hispanic—and plump lips.

“That’s it, Esmeralda,” I cooed. “You’re going to pop that cherry while your dad jerks off.”

“Yes, yes, pop her cherry,” the governor groaned, his hand fisting his dick. “Take my baby girl’s cherry and make a woman out of her. I want to fuck her.”

“You hear that, honey, if your daddy makes me happy, you’ll get to fuck him. Don’t you want to do that?” I asked her.

“Do you want me to fuck him, Ms. Pearce?” she asked.

“Yes,” I told her. “Now pop that cherry on my dick.”

“Yes!” she squealed and impaled herself down my cock.

That sexy girl didn’t hold back. She slammed her cunt down on my girl-cock. I groaned. My toes curled. Then her cherry popped and her pussy slid down and down my cock. My body shuddered. Pleasure rushed through me.

She gasped out as her pussy impaled down my cock. She bucked, this look of shock crossing her face. She panted, her expression scrunching up. Her cunt squeezed about me. That untouched twat felt amazing about my dick.

A virgin. What a delight to finally deflower one.

“I can’t believe I did that!” she gasped.

“You’re a woman now, Esmeralda,” her father groaned. “I’m going to fuck you so hard. You’re going to squeal on my cock. But first, you have to make Ms. Pearce cum.”

“Yes, you do,” I purred. “Come on, you can do it.”

The girl nodded. She squeezed her twat around me. Then she slid her pussy up my cock. I groaned at the heat of her snatch gripping me. That wonderful cunt held my futa-dick tight. My balls tightened and my pussy grew hotter and hotter.

My assistants made out on the couch. I ordered Minako and Virginia to love each other. Now they were so happy to play with each other when I was busy. They had fingers in each other’s cunts and moaned as they worked them in and out.

Just the way Esmeralda worked my dick in and out of her cunt with her flexing thighs. The girl squealed as she rode me. She slid up and then plunged down my futa-cock over and over again. I groaned at the delight.

“Your daughter is tight!” I groaned. “Mmm, she had a virgin twat that was a treat to deflower.”

“I’m so glad that you broke her in, Ms. Pearce,” he panted, stroking his dick faster and faster.

“I’m going to pump so much cum into her. Might even breed her.”

“Wonderful,” he panted.

“Yes, yes, yes!” gasped the girl. “If that will make you happy, Ms. Pearce, then put a baby in me.”

I grabbed her ass, feeling her rump flexing as she rode my cock. The pressure built in my futa-balls. That load of futa-cum that might breed her. That would be hot. Like Chloe trying to breed every girl at her college, I wanted to knock up every woman. It was such a hot thing to do.

The girl gripped me with her pussy. She clung to me, that delicious twat working up and down my cock. It was amazing to experience. This wonderful bliss surged through me. I groaned, the ache swelling at the tip of my cock.

“That’s it,” I moaned. “Work that cunt. I want to feel it spasming around me. I want your naughty cunt just writhing around my girl-dick.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” she moaned. “Oh, Ms. Pearce, I want that, too. I want your cum firing into me. It’ll feel so good flooding me.”

“Yes, it will,” I panted. “Mmm, just keep riding me. Keep working that cunt up and down my futa-dick.”

“Make her cum,” moaned her father. “Make Ms. Pearce cum, Esmeralda, honey. We have to make her happy.”

“I will, Daddy!” She slammed her cunt down me. “She’s making me feel so happy. I love her cock in me. Ooh, fucking is so much fun. Better than masturbating.”

“Yes, it is,” I groaned. “Now work that cunt. I’m getting so close to cumming.” My fingers squeezed on her ass.

“Me, too!” she squealed.

The girl worked that pussy up and down my dick while her father groaned in the background. The slap of his hand into his crotch as he fisted his cock to his virgin daughter riding my futa-shaft mixed with the girl’s gasps and moans. She squeezed her snatch around me.

That hot, tight cunt was bringing me closer and closer to that moment of eruption. That wonderful burst of frothy jizz that would fire from my futa-dick when my climax exploded in me. I groaned, loving every second of her tight, young cunt riding me.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I moaned, the heat rushing through me. “That’s incredible. Oh, yes, work that cunt.”

“Yes, yes, make her cum!” whimpered her father. The governor fisted himself hard and fast.

“I am, Daddy!” Esmeralda moaned. Her pussy clenched tight about me. “Oh, this dick is… is… amazing!”

Her snatch went wild about my dick. She slammed down my cock, taking every inch of my shaft in her twat. I groaned at that. The pleasure throbbed up my dick. My toes curled as her hungry snatch sucked at my futa-cock.

My balls tightened. They boiled over.

Hot cum erupted into her pussy.

“Oh, god, yes!” I gasped. “I’m flooding your daughter’s cunt, Governor Peterson!”

“Yes, Ms. Pearce!” he howled. “Oh, god, yes!”

I caught a glimpse of his cum firing from his dick while his daughter’s cunt worked out my jizz. My snatch writhed and spasmed, soaking my balls in my pussy cream. My tart scent mixed with the girl’s sweet delight. I shuddered, emptying everything I had into the governor’s daughter.

My pleasure surged towards that wild peak. I hit and hovered there, reveling in her pussy’s grip. My eyes squeezed shut as that amazing bliss blazed across my mind. I groaned, enjoying this heat melting through me.

“Oh, that’s amazing, Ms. Pearce,” the girl moaned as her tight, hot pussy clenched about me.

“Uh-huh,” I groaned. “Damn, that’s good.”

“Yes!”

A knock at the door. “Ms. Pearce,” Hawke said, “the team has arrived at the home and are about to make their entry.”

I smiled.

But ten minutes later, Hawke returned to report, “The house is empty. Their stuff is there but not them.”

“No,” groaned the governor while his daughter sucked on my cock. He stared at her ass, wanting to fuck her. “They have to be somewhere.”

I closed my eyes. Where would a horny futa go in the middle of the day in Miami? I smiled. “Send the team to South Beach. She’s fucking all those hotties on the beach. That’s what I would be doing if I were her”

“You heard her,” panted Governor Peterson. “You have to find this girl. She needs to be found right away. It’s important. More important than anything.”

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

Sasha Ford

“Yes, yes, yes!” moaned the hottie, her asshole clenching about my dick. “That’s amazing. You’re so hard and thick and… and…”

Her words trailed off as the thwop-thwop of the helicopter grew louder and louder. I frowned and looked up to see four of them swooping over the bay and heading right for us. My brow furrowed while my head cocked to the side.

“Are those cop helicopters?” I asked as they came closer. “Oh, great. Five-oh has arrived. Wonderful. Where are my panties?”

The helicopters rushed right for the beach and started to descend for the orgy. I pulled out of the girl’s asshole while sand whipped up from the rotor wash. I gasped as it stung across my naked boy. I winced against it. Anger boiled through me.

“Where are my panties!” I screamed over the roar of the helicopters. I looked around and then spotted my mother waving them.

I rushed over to them as the helicopters settled down. I raised my hand before my face, warding against the howling air. Naked girls were shrieking as their poor, sexy bodies were lashed by the stinging sand that sprayed over them. I marched over, so angry right now.

I snatched the panties from my mother. “Pigs are going to pay!”

“Don’t be too mean to them,” Mom said. She was too kind.

I gripped my boy shorts as the helicopter rotor blades died down. Then men in black Nomex hopped out. I marched right up to the leader of them. He glanced down at something in his hand, a piece of paper that fluttered.

“That’s her!” he shouted. “Sasha Ford, you’re under—”

“Yeah, yeah,” I said, thrusting my panties at his face. “You will—”

He grabbed my arm. The world spun. Then I was on my back. He grabbed my panties from me and planted a boot on my back. I gasped in shock. He held my soaked panties. He had to smell them. Obey me and…

He knew my name.

He was looking for me, not for some orgy on the beach.

Mildred had sent them. She had found me already?

Fear washed through me.

I could only watch in horror as my family was grabbed by the police. My dad got hit in the face. Fawn cried as they pulled her off an oiled MILF. Mom stared at me in shock. She couldn’t believe this was happening. I controlled people.

Then I realized I was crying. Tears spilled down my cheeks. Terror flashed over me. What would Mildred do to me for stealing her panties? I sucked in wild breaths. I hyperventilated. I struggled to breathe as I verged on passing out.

They thrust me in the back of a helicopter and slapped plastic cuffs on my wrists. My family swiftly joined me. We were strapped into seats while the stunned women on the beach could only watch. Cops with guns sat impassively around us. One still had my panties in his grip. The helicopter took off.

We didn’t even get to live the Miami dream for a day.

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

Athena Pearce

“They’re fifteen minutes away with them,” said Hawke.

“Yes,” I groaned and erupted into Esmeralda’s mouth. The pleasure surged through me. The release at having served Mildred and completing her wish sent the ecstasy slamming into my mind. I groaned as the pleasure blazed through my thoughts. “Oh, god, yes!”

Esmeralda gulped down my cum. She swallowed it with hunger. She sucked with such passionate gulps. I groaned, loving every bit of it. The heat rushed through me, my pussy convulsing and spasming. Waves of celebratory bliss and jolts of exhilarating euphoria rushed through me.

They all met in my mind. My thoughts boiled.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned, my body trembling. “Oh, that’s amazing. Mildred!”

The governor’s daughter gulped down all my cum.

I panted on the couch, my body buzzing from all the rapture in the world. My eyes fluttered. I had to call her. I had to let her know that I’d done it. I had to hear her wonderful voice. I smiled, my toes curling from the bliss buzzing through me.

“Governor Peterson,” I said as his daughter slid her mouth off my dick, “enjoy her. Fuck your daughter whenever you want.” I stood up and headed to my assistants.

“Yes!” he groaned.

“Daddy!” the girl squealed as he just pounced on her. He rammed his cock into her and fucked her hard.

“Here you are, Ms. Pearce,” Minako said, handing over my phone. “It’s already ringing.”

I smiled, seeing that she had already called Mildred, the one I loved with all my heart. Mildred might have Kyra for her girlfriend, but I knew I was the futa she cared for the most. I was the one that gave her riches and power.

“Athena,” Mildred said, the only one permitted to use my name. Just hearing her speak it almost made me cum again.

“I have them,” I moaned. “We’ll be returning soon. It’ll be very late, but I’m bringing Sasha Ford and her panties back.”

“Good,” Mildred purred. “Mmm, I have to go. I have a virgin to deflower. Apparently, Chloe missed one at her college. She had been sick the day she took over. When she returned today, she’d found things quite a bit different.”

“Enjoy,” I said. “I had the privilege of deflowering the governor of Florida’s daughter.”

Mildred laughed. “Wonderful.”

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

Sasha Ford

The trip was harrowing.

Athena Pearce met us at the governor’s mansion. I didn’t even know who she was, but she was clearly one of Mildred’s futas. I should have stolen the other two pairs of panties, too, but I had just been thinking short term that day.

Not Mildred. She was getting the police under her power. Governors. I was such an idiot. I thought I could hide in Miami, or at the least take it over. They found me so fast. They must have been following us across the country.

“Mildred is soooo eager to see you, thief,” Ms. Pearce said with such malice in her voice.

I couldn’t help but swallow.

Soon after, we were packed onto a private jet, watched over by the Miami Police. My family was all scared, especially Fawn. Dad tried to keep up a brave face, but I could see the dread in the corners of his eyes and the paleness of his cheeks. He kept trying to demand to know what was happening. To let us go. Give us a lawyer.

I knew it was hopeless. Athena Pearce, who had everyone mind-controlled on the plane, just watched me with this wicked, even sinister grin. She was completely under Mildred’s power, willing to do anything to make the futa I’d stolen from happy.

Anything.

Terror gripped me. I had grown so used to all the power I had. The ability to waft my panties in front of someone and put them under my spell. Now my panties were being toyed with by Athena. She stroked them with her hands, inhaling them and then laughing as they didn’t affect her.

God, she was a bitch.

I fell into a malaise of fear as we flew across America. I lay on the cabin floor listless. It all passed in a blur by the end. I was so exhausted. I just wanted this to be over with. I wanted it all to end while my imagination conjured so many terrible acts.

Whipped. Flogged. Beaten. Even killed. They all danced through my mind. I was so scared for myself, for my dad and sister, even for my mother. I didn’t want them to be hurt. This was all supposed to be fun.

Why couldn’t it still be fun?

As the plane descended, I snapped awake. My stomach sank. I could feel us descending down and down to our fate. Athena Pearce had such a huge smile on her face as she stared at me being hauled up by the police and stuffed into the chair.

The plane touched down safely. Was it too much to have a fiery wreck that could put me out of my misery and take the hateful Athena Pearce with me? Nope.

The doors opened. The stairs were wheeled up. Then I was descending down them to meet my fate. Mildred Dean waited for me at the bottom wearing a minx coat of silvery gray and nothing else. It was dark. We were landing in the middle of the night. She stood like a queen, her back straight, her dick thrusting out hard before her.

She was attended by another woman in another fur-coat, a normal woman. Two more women had thick collars around their necks and were naked, kneeling beside them. I swallowed as I was marched down to my fate.

“Sasha, Sasha, Sasha,” Mildred said, staring at me. “I’ve thought a lot about what I would do to you when I caught you. I was so angry. I wanted to spank you. To whip your ass red. You so infuriated me.”

“Let’s just get this over with,” I muttered. “Do what you want to me! I want it done, okay? Just don’t hurt my family. They didn’t have any choice.”

“I’m not cruel,” she said. “I’m not a tyrant. I figured out just the perfect punishment for you. Athena.”

“Here, Mildred,” Athena moaned. She rushed up with the panties, a look of ecstatic worship on her face. She thrust them out before her.

Mildred took them. She breathed in my musk, a smile crossing the brunette woman’s face. For a moment, I hoped she would fall under my power. She had never been mind-controlled by anyone. But that wasn’t how it worked. Chloe Quick’s panties had proven that on me.

Mildred then threw the panties into a portable barbecue. I blinked as I saw my flannel boy shorts lying on the bed of charcoal briquettes. One of the women, eighteen and with both her tits pierced, grabbed a bottle of lighter fluid and squirted it on my panties and the charcoal.

“NOOOOOOO!” I shouted as the other slave, who had dark-red hair cut in a pixyish bob, touched a wand lighter to the coals.

CLICK!

Flame shot out the end and caught the lighter fluid on fire. It burned to my panties in three seconds. Drenched in the flammable liquid, they went up. My knees buckled. Tears spilled down my cheeks as I watched the font of my power blazing away. I shook my head, my head swaying from the shock of this. I couldn’t control anyone ever again.

“Let them go,” Mildred said. She pointed to a car. A minivan. “There’s clothes, three thousand dollars, and a full tank of gas. Enjoy your life, Sasha.”

Mildred whirled around and marched off, Athena Pearce on one side of her and the woman in the fur coat on the other side. The two slaves in their collars rose and followed after while black smoke rose from my panties, filling the air with a sweet, charcoal musk.

I wept for a long, long time.

My sister hugged me. Then so did my mother. They held me as I sobbed. My sister’s hand fell on my cock. She stroked me. They still were under my powers? They still loved me? Mom rocked me. She made soothing sounds.

If my family was still under my power. Which meant all those women were, the Duval’s still were. There was hope. I couldn’t make anyone new, but I had those I had already controlled. They would worship me.

It was something.

My mouth tasting bitter, I rose with my family. “Let’s go home,” I said. “Back to Miami.”

I had paid the price for my theft. I had enjoyed those panties thoroughly. I had. I should have been smarter, though. I could see it now and knew what Mildred planned. She would use those panties to put more and more people in power under her domination. She would rise and rise, make herself a futa-queen.

I could have done that but I was an idiot left with next to nothing. I would have to be content with what scraps she left me.

At least I had my family. We would be together. I took in a deep breath and tried to smile. At least for them, I would be happy. I would fake it until I found it. Take joy in what little I had. That had to be enough.

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

Mildred Dean

“I am glad that is done,” I said as we drove away in the limousine.

“I think you should have done more to her, Mildred,” Athena said. She looked tired. She had been pushing herself so hard.

“No, no, this was the best. I can’t be a tyrant. She won’t get to make any more slaves. She’ll get to keep what she’s already claimed, which sounds like a large swath of those who go to South Beach. There’s a whole candlelight vigil there being led by someone named Tamara Duval.” I smiled at Athena. “You did well. What do you want.”

“Your love,” she said, licking her lips.

“Mmm, then slip to your knees and suck my cock,” I told her.

“Yes, yes, just suck on Mildred’s cock, Athena,” Kyra, the woman I loved and who was snuggled up to me, said.

“Thank you!” moaned Athena. My former boss needed nothing else. She worshiped me. I loved it. I closed my eyes as her mouth engulfed the tip of my dick. I sank into the pleasure and enjoyed every bit of her sucking.

How long until I could rule the US as its queen? Before I could rule the world? Maybe never. But with four pairs of mind-controlling panties, I could do a lot. I would let Chloe have her school year. She had such plans for her fellow students. That contest of hers sounded naughty.

But then I would put her to work. Her and Verónica Escamilla. In the meantime, I would have so much fun.

I was so glad that P had given me those panties. I don’t know why he had, but I would enjoy them to the fullest for as long as I had them.

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The figure smiled.

This game had been a fun one, but it was coming to an end. The figure would stay in this reality for a little bit longer before moving to the next. There were so many to play in. An infinite number of universes for it to explore.

Maybe in the next one, it would give out belts.

To be continued…

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I wrote this story for my friend, who’s mentioned obviously. It’s fiction and as I’m not a writer myself, it’s not of great quality from a writer’s standpoint. I hope the story itself is enjoyable to all who read it.

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Sitting in the stands, watching you play your game. I keep staring at your tight little ass in those spandex shorts and my mouth, and crotch start watering. Trying so hard not to touch myself in front of all these people, knowing what I’m going to do to you later. I keep crossing and uncrossing my legs, hoping that’ll temporarily relieve the tension between my legs. My jeans aren’t doing a good job of concealing it as I’ve conveniently forgotten to wear panties.

Seeing your butt jiggle as you jog off the court and head to the locker room makes me shiver. Quietly I walk down the bleachers and make my way to the rear entrance of the locker room, waiting until most of the girls have left before heading in. Walking in I noticed that a few of your teammates are still there, but think nothing of a young woman being in a girl’s locker room apparently. Upon seeing you I duck behind the lockers near the showers and hide so you can’t spot me.

Knowing you’re the last to leave, I wait patiently until everyone else has left, unzipping and pulling down my jeans, pulling my tank top off, leaving myself in only my bra, sneaking up behind you with you only wearing your spandex shorts. Smacking your plump behind, then wrapping my arms around you and pulling your spandex covered ass against my bare crotch, grinding myself against you, reaching my hands up and cupping your bare breasts, softly starting to knead them. Feeling you jump a little at my contact, then realizing it’s me, leaning yourself back against me, lightly moaning as I trace circles around your areola with my fingertips, slowly making my way towards your pink nipples, taking my time, drawing it out as long as possible before rubbing the tips of your nipples, making them hard, then using my thumb and forefinger to slightly pinch them, then roll them around. Moving my mouth to your neck, gently sucking and biting as I manipulate your breasts, continuing to rub my now wet slit against your covered ass, leaving a wet trail on the spandex. Feeling you start to move your hips, I take my right hand from your breast and drag a trail slowly down your tummy with my nail, stopping at your waistband, sliding my hand over the top of your shorts and cupping your crotch, feeling the fabric a little damp, squeezing a little bit, pressing two fingers against your lips, pushing the fabric between them.

Leaving that there, moving my hand up and pressing my two fingers against the top of your slit, feeling your slightly swollen clit, slowly starting to press down and move in circles. My left hand still massaging your breast and tweaking your nipple, realizing the other is being left out, I reach it across your chest and give it the same treatment, along with pulling on your nipple. Rubbing your clit faster and harder, moving my hips up and down against your sexy ass, feeling my pussy get wetter by the second, moisture starting to slide down my inner thighs. I stop rubbing your clit, moving my hand up above the waistband, sliding my fingers underneath, pressing against your mound and nipping your neck at the same time. Moving my hand down slowly, stopping at your clit for a second to pinch it, hearing you let out a little gasp as I do. Releasing your clit and sliding my hand lower, curling my index and pinky fingers back, pushing my two middle fingers between your lips and deep into your pussy in one thrust. Pressing down with the heel of my hand against your clit, starting to move my fingers in you, pumping them, steadily increasing the speed. I can hear your breathing quicken, feeling your left hand reach around and grab my ass, giggling upon feeling your hand on my ass.

Taking my left hand and grabbing the waistband of your shorts, pushing them down your legs, leaving them around just above your knees so you have to keep your legs together. Moving that hand back around, creating a little separation between your butt and my crotch, dragging my nails over your left cheek, then your right, continuing to thrust my fingers in and out of your soaking pussy. Dragging my nails around your hips over to your tummy, moving so my fingertips are barely touching it, moving them up and down over your stomach. Stopping right above your mound, taking three fingers and pressing down hard, curling the fingers of my other hand up and pumping my wrist in short, quick motions directly against your g-spot. Stepping forward again and pressing my wet and sticky slit against your right cheek, rotating my hips in circles, creating friction on my clit with your sexy cheek. Going as hard and fast as I can with my hand in your pussy, hearing you start letting out short, quiet moans, breathing faster and faster, feeling your stomach start to tighten up and your body jerking forward, I can feel you cumming, your pussy pulsating around my fingers, digging your nails into my ass cheek. I bite down a little on your neck feeling your nails dig into my ass, straightening out my fingers and pumping them in and out of you, moving my left hand down and pressing two fingers firmly against your clit, moving them up and down as fast as I can against your clit. Still grinding myself against your ass, getting closer to orgasm myself, but knowing I’m going to need more. Thrusting as fast as I can I feel your second consecutive orgasm, hearing you yelp slightly as my fingers work in and out of your pulsing pussy.

Removing my fingers from your pussy, bringing them up to your mouth and pushing them in between your lips, wiping your copious amounts of cum on your tongue, feeling you licking it off. Moving around to face you, looking into your eyes, noticing they’re glossy from your orgasms. Removing my fingers from your mouth after you’ve cleaned them off, pressing my lips to your’s, pushing my tongue into your mouth, running it over your’s, tasting your cum, moaning a little enjoying the flavor. Reaching my hands around and squeezing your plump cheeks, kneading them while kissing you, enjoying the feeling of your soft flesh in my hands. Raising my hands up and drawing my nails down, pressing them against your ass and slowly scratching them around your cheeks, hearing you exhale at the contact.

Grabbing your shorts and pushing them the rest of the way down your legs and off, wrapping my arm around your lower back and laying you down on the carpeted floor. Pulling my bra off and feeling my nipples harden instantly at the feeling of the cool air. Looking down at you, seeing you with your legs spread and your eyes close, smiling, admiring your beautiful and sexy body, loving everything I see. Getting on my knees and leaning my head down to your gorgeous pink pussy, looking at the glistening flesh close up, then pressing my lips to your clit, sucking it into my mouth and nipping it with my teeth, hearing you gasp as I do, raising your hips up just a bit. Moving my mouth down, sticking out my tongue a little, licking your inner lips, savoring the taste, feeling my pussy leaking. Then I abruptly shove my tongue into your pussy as far as I can, bringing my right hand up and playing with your clit. Pumping my tongue in and out of your soaking, sticky pussy, frigging your clit fast and hard, deciding I need some relief myself. Moving my left hand down between my legs, feeling the wetness all over my inner things, skipping my clit and thrusting two fingers into my pussy, making an audible sound as I do, grunting into your pussy. Sliding my tongue in and out, as fast as I can, loving the taste and feel of your hot pussy on my tongue. Fucking myself with my fingers for all I’m worth, wanting to cum badly, gyrating my hips back and forth as I tongue fuck you. Breathing heavier myself I feel your hips move up in a jerking motion, knowing that means your cumming, I feel your cum start to seep out around my tongue and into my mouth. Your orgasm into my mouth triggering my own as I make a loud moan into your pussy, my tongue still deep in there, cumming hard onto my hand, feeling my own cum just rolling out around my fingers and down my thighs. Pressing my legs together, feeling the incredible amount of moisture and stickiness coming together.

Pulling my fingers from my pussy, moving my head up from between your sexy thighs, crawling over you, reaching my left hand up and smearing my cum over your lips nose and breasts. Leaning down and kissing you, pushing your cum into your mouth, rolling my tongue around against your’s. Trying to fill your mouth with as much of your cum as I can. When I’ve accomplished that, I moving my lips from your’s, using my tongue to lick my cum off your face, holding it in my mouth, moving down to your breasts and licking it all up, flicking my tongue over your nipples and lightly sucking on them. Releasing the other nipple after making it hard, moving back up to your lips, holding a good amount of my own cum in my mouth, pushing it into your mouth, mixing our cum together, tasting it, loving it, pushing my crotch against your’s as it turns me on having all that cum in my mouth.

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Anglea and Sophia enter the elvish woods while Xerathalasia’s hunt of the basilisk goes wrong. Xera finds herself submitting to her prey’s lusts.

The Knight and the Acolyte
Book One: The Quest
Chapter Six: Monstrous Mating
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

Note: Thanks to B0b for beta reading this.

Acolyte Sophia – Western Deorc Forest, The Federation of Deoraciynae

I patted Purity’s neck as the dark trees loomed over us. The elvish forest was untouched by lumberjacks, the trees growing tall and proud. The Blath Forest had seen generations of humans touch, cutting down trees, trapping, hunting, and herb gathering. Roads had been blazed through it. Here, Angela and I led our horses across game trails.

The trees were too thick to ride. My feet ached in my shoes. I had never walked so far. They throbbed with every step. Angela strode before me in her armor, leading her fierce charger, Midnight. The horse clanked with every step, his metal barding rattling. I winced as branches scraped down the metal.

“Can we take a break?” I asked. “I’m not used to walking.”

Angela sighed. “Fine.”

My emotions were so mixed. I was still angry with Angela, but she was right. We had to work together in the forest. We had to somehow find the Lesbius Oracle and not get killed by the elves. They were reputed to be a fierce race, protective of their forest. If we harmed their trees or the animals that dwelled in harmony with the elves, they would hunt us down.

I trembled as I paused by Angela. I couldn’t help glancing at her. She was so beautiful, with red hair that fell about her gleaming pauldrons, and large breasts that gave her an impressive cleavage. Her half-breastplate cupped those wonderful mounds, lifting them up and making my mouth water.

A pendant nestled between her breasts and Angela’s fingers absently stroked it.

“Who gave you the amulet?” I asked. My words came out as an accusation and I flushed. I couldn’t help it. I did love her, despite Angela’s assertion it was just a schoolgirl crush.

Angela’s eyes tightened.

“I’m not trying to start a fight,” I said, holding out my hands. “It came out wrong.” I swallowed. “Was it Kevin?”

Her fingers clenched about the garnet pendant at the mention of her boyfriend. “No.”

“Oh, okay.” I swallowed, my head swiveling about to stare off into the brush. The forest all looked the same, dark and green bushes around the trunks of towering trees. I couldn’t see more than a few feet before the forest swallowed up everything. Silence hung between us. I wanted to reach out and take her hand.

Why did love have to be so painful?

Birds chirped in the trees above. Angela’s hands clenched and relaxed on the amulet as she leaned against the tree. I shifted. The silence was too much. I had to say something. “So, um, who did give it to you? Unless it’s too personal.”

A smile crossed her lips. I was surprised by how girlish it was. “Lady Delilah.”

My stomach twisted. She said the woman’s name with such a breathless fondness. “So, um, you have a crush on her?”

“A girlhood crush,” Angela admitted, her eyes glancing at me.

I flushed. My love for Angela wasn’t like a girlhood crush.

“When I was young, Lady Delilah visited my parents’ estate.” Angela’s smile grew and a flush crossed her cheeks. Her breasts rose as she quickened the speed of her words. “She rode up on a black charger dressed in her armor. She was a Knight Deute and she took my breath away. A black cape draped down her back, the contrast making her flaming-red hair almost seem to burn. She was graceful and beautiful. For the first time, I had awakened to sexual desires. I masturbated to Lady Delilah that night. In the quiet of my bower, I discovered the pleasure that existed between my thighs.”

A shudder ran through Angela. She closed her eyes and clutched on her amulet.

“Was she the knight that was with you during the ceremony?” I asked. I vaguely remembered an older knight with red hair. She had been a mature beauty.

Angela nodded. “Lady Delilah is the reason I am a Knight Deute. I was inspired to follow in her footsteps.” She laughed. “I had the foolish notion that when I arrived she would fall in love with me and we would go on adventures.”

“But nothing ever happened?”

Angela shook her head. “Lady Delilah was rarely around. She was always out questing. And as I trained, I matured and outgrew my silly crush. I met Kevin and…” Pain clouded her eyes. “Well, anyways, before we left, she presented me the amulet. If it wasn’t for her support, I’m not sure I would have had the courage to go on this quest.”

I nodded my head. If it hadn’t been for the Goddess Saphique appearing in my dreams, I wouldn’t have had the courage to continue on. I would have been thrown out of the priesthood and my mother would have been disappointed. She had such grand dreams of me becoming the High Virgin of Saphique, the highest priestess to the Virgin Goddess.

“Well, are you rested?” Angela asked, letting go of her amulet. It fell down between her breasts and disappeared behind her breastplate.

“I guess,” I sighed. “My feet still ache.”

“You’ll probably form blisters. Can you heal yourself with your magic?”

I had magic. Saphique had given me her blessing, but I wasn’t used to casting it. I did have two more healing potion, but using one seemed like such a waste. “Maybe,” I answered. I should be able to heal myself.

“Good. I would hate to lose time because you became unable to walk.”

“Sorry for being weak,” I muttered. “I’m just a spoiled girl, after all.”

Angela’s eyes hardened. “I thought we agreed no more of that.”

“Sorry.” My eyes burned. Why couldn’t Angela see how much I loved her and return it? I just wanted to hold her. “Let’s keep going.”

Angela grabbed Midnight’s reins and led her horse down the game trail. Walking through the woods wouldn’t have been too bad if the ground was level. But it wasn’t. The trail snaked up and down. Tree roots crossed it, building out of the hard dirt. And it turned out walking downhill was as much of a strain as up as my thighs burned as I had to carefully set my feet to avoid tripping.

My light-brown hair was a tangled mess. Leaves and twigs kept snarling in the strands. The branches all tore at me, snagging on my beige clock and white robes. Angela wore her kite shield strapped to her right arm, pushing back the branches with it and protecting her face.

Strange sounds echoed around us. Animals scampered and growled. Birds chirped. Squirrels darted up and down tree trunks, and other things scurried out of our path through the leaf-strewn ground. I would catch flashes of small, furred bodies and shuddered. What sort of rodents darted through the bushes?

Something big lumbered through the brush near us. I squeaked in fear as a large, black-furred body passed through the trees. I had heard bears could attack a person. The creature seemed more than large enough to be a bear. Angela drew her sword and watched the bear. It ambled off, disappearing deeper into the forest.

I sighed in relief.

A few minutes later, Angela froze. I peered around her and gasped. A woman stood on the trail, naked save her red hair. But she wasn’t human. Long, pointed ears emerged through her coppery curls and her face was narrow, beautiful in an inhuman way. The lines of her face were wrong, the angels of her cheekbones slanted down. She was tall and slim, taller than an average man. Her hips shifted and I blushed—a thick cock dangled between her thighs.

“We mean no harm to the elves of the Federation of Deoraciynae,” Angela called out. “We are on a quest for the Lesbius Oracle.

The elf beckoned with her hand before she turned and darted down the trail. Her hair was bright, flashing between the trees as the elf moved with such grace. Angela sheathed her sword, grabbed Midnight’s reins, and followed at a jog.

I groaned, and forced my weary legs to keep up.

The trail bent and wound. The elf was ahead of us. Only her red hair flashing through the trees let us know we were still behind her. Angela’s armor rattled as she kept up her jog. I stumbled behind her, trying not to trip on the roots as my side began to ache.

The red hair grew further and further away. “Pater’s cock,” Angela groaned. “I don’t see her anymore.”

“No,” I heaved. “I…don’t…either…” It hurt to speak. Sweat drenched my face and my hand grew slippery as I held Purity’s reins. My gentle mare nuzzled my hand as I stopped. “I think we lost her.”

A woman shouted and a rooster crowed.

“What was that?” I gaped.

“Not sure,” Angela said. “But it’s coming from the direction the elf ran. Maybe she’s in trouble. Come on.”

“Right,” I groaned and forced myself to move.

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Xerathalasia

My bow twanged as I released my arrow. I squeezed my eyes shut. Wood scraped along scales. It sounded like I only glanced the basilisk with my arrow. I couldn’t open my eyes. If I looked into the basilisks golden eyes, I would suffer Xiloniasa’s fate. The new elf hunter had been petrified and lay fallen on the ground.

“Xerathalasia! Move!” Relythionaia shouted. She was another of my hunters. An arrow hissed and a rooster crowed as she must have wounded the basilisk.

I threw myself forward, hoping I didn’t crash into a tree trunk. I rolled along the ground and crashed into a brush. Something heavy thudded past me. I risked a glance. The basilisk crashed past me. It had a dark, dull-green scales over most of its body, squat and four-legged like a lizard. A fat tail swung behind it. The scales turned into brown feathers at the head. It’s head was a roosters, with a red comb along the crest and a sharp, yellow beak. More brown feathers adorned its taloned, bird-like feet.

The basilisk turned its head. I snapped my eyes shut and drew an arrow from my quiver at my hip. My naked breasts heaved as I drew my bow and blindly fired. The monster didn’t cry in pain. I missed. I scrambled back as it crashed towards me.

My ears twitched. It’s taloned feet tore at the ground. It crowed and clucked its beak. My flesh crawled. A basilisk’s bite was venomous. I strained my ears and judged how close the monster was. I dived to the right and let it barrel past.

Another arrow hissed. I risked another look. Relythionaia stood a few feet away knocking another arrow. One of hers had already embedded in the thick hide of the beast right above its shoulder. The basilisk turned on her and lunged in. Relythionaia closed her eyes in time.

“Dodge!” I shouted.

My hunter dived right. It was the wrong direction. The basilisk’s beak snapped out, tearing a viscous wound into her naked thigh. Relythionaia gasped in pain and fell to the ground. She convulsed and then fell unconscious. Basilisk venom didn’t kill, but it did render a victim unconscious.

Basilisk preferred to mate with their prey before feasting.

I turned around, putting my back to the beast as I plunged into the brush. Everything had gone wrong. Relythionaia, Xiloniasa, and I had waited to ambush the basilisk. We had tracked it down, and my other two hunters, Deliasonele and Quenyathalee, were supposed to drive it into our ambush down a game trail. But the basilisk had somehow gotten behind us and attacked poor Xiloniasa.

I crashed through the brush. “Hunters! To me!”

The basilisk clucked behind me, crashing and scrambling through the brush on its four legs. It was fast. I couldn’t risk looking behind me. I couldn’t take the chance that I would look into the beast’s golden eyes.

I wanted to return to my wife. Atharilesia was pregnant with our first daughter. I wanted to hold her in my arms. I couldn’t die here in the woods because a hunt went bad. I had been leading hunts for forty years. I was a master in the woods.

My feet nimbly avoided roots and rocks as I ran barefoot. My naked flesh wasn’t scratched by the brush. The plants parted for me. I was an elf, born of the element of wood. The foul basilisk was an interloper into my forest, a foul creation of the mad Biomancer Verthan and loosed upon the world.

I dodged around a tree. I flowed over a mossy log. And still it chased. I turned to the right. I needed to double back and find Deliasonele and Quenyathalee. But the basilisk was persistent. It crowed again. It sounded closer.

Could it run faster than an elf?

My head kept turning. I kept wanting to look behind me and mark my pursuer. I fought my instincts. I vaulted over a mushroom-covered stump and landed amid soft ferns. The feathery fronds parted for me. I burst out on the game trail that would lead back to the ambush spot.

The basilisk crowed. A weight struck my back.

I crashed to the ground. Sharp talons scratched my back. I screamed out in surprise. The trail rushed up at me. I rolled on the hard ground, a rock bruising my side. I ended up on my back. The basilisk was between my legs, his forelimbs grasping my thighs, the sharp talons pricking my skin. Its beak pressed against my pussy, the red comb atop its head flopped as it nuzzled.

A hot, thick tongue licked out. I groaned. It was going to fuck me before it killed me. I closed my eyes before it looked up at me. I felt around for a weapon. I had to do something. The tongue slithered between my pussy lips and flicked my clit.

A hot rush washed through me. My nipples hardened. I shuddered as my body betrayed me. I fought my desire as the hard beak rubbed at my clit and its tongue probed the depths of my pussy. My cunt throbbed and my juices flowed. The basilisk crowed in delight, fucking its tongue deeper into my depths and swirling around the walls of my pussy.

I groaned. It felt good. I shook my head, fighting the depravity of the moment. “Stop!” I gasped.

The monster didn’t listen.

My toes curled as its tongue slithered through my pussy. Its taloned claws squeezed harder on my thighs as I thrashed, pinning me in place. I had to keep my eyes closed as my hands swept across the ground for something to attack the beast with.

I brushed my leather quiver that hung from my side. I had arrows. I could stab the monster. My hand reached the top of the quiver. My arrows were gone. They must have tumbled out when the basilisk tackled me.

I cracked my eye as I peered to the left, looking for the white-gray feathers fletching my arrows. I didn’t see anything.

The basilisk crowed again. Its tongue swiped up, brushing my clit. I spasmed and gasped in delight. The pleasure rippled through my body. I moaned and squirmed. Part of me wanted to give in and enjoy the monster’s molestations.

But I couldn’t. I had to keep fighting.

“Matar, help!” I prayed to the hermaphroditic goddess of nature. She had birthed elves along with the four other hermaphroditic races. The basilisk’s tongue licked over and over. It seemed to love my pussy juices. My hips bucked against his tongue and hard beak. “Matar’s big cock!” I cursed as the pleasure oared through me.

The basilisk’s hard beak pressed into my pussy, rubbing up and down. My folds burst with pleasure. My fingers clenched into the hard dirt of the path as I climaxed. The pleasure washed through me, drowning out my fears. I was left only with lust. The basilisk’s tongue collected my juices as they gushed into its mouth.

“Damn!” I groaned. “Oh, damn! So good! Matar, yes!”

Another orgasm flooded my body. My hands found my breasts. I squeezed them and pinched my nipples. I pulled on them, stretching out my tits as my body quavered beneath the amazing tongue of the basilisk. Every time the monster licked and nuzzled me, I burst with more pleasure. I screamed out for everyone to hear.

“Yes, yes! Eat me! Oh, damn! Matar’s big tits and big cock! Oh, yes!”

My pussy convulsed about the basilisk’s probing tongue. It was amazing. I screamed out my delight. My passion echoed through the woods. The basilisk crowed in delight. My thighs spasmed, brushing the ticklish feathers adorning its head.

The basilisk lifted its head and crowed loud. It was a possessive crow, declaring to all the world that it had claimed elvish pussy. I shuddered and heaved as its heavy, scaly body crawled up mine. My nipples rasped against its dry, hard scales, sending electricity shooting down my body. Its tongue licked my face. I opened my mouth and tasted the marigold passion of my pussy on its tongue as we kissed. Its hard beak rubbed on my soft lips.

A hard cock rubbed at my thigh. The heavy beast shifted. It was so squat it had no trouble nudging the folds of my pussy with its cock. I groaned. I hadn’t had a cock in my pussy in months. It always seemed like I was out on a hunt when my wife went into heat and sprouted her dick.

“Matar, yes!” I groaned as its thick, hard cock pressed into my pussy.

It was different than an elf’s girl-cock. It was tapered, growing larger and larger as it drove deeper into me. My pussy ached as it stretched around the thick base. I wrapped my arms around the basilisk, lost to the pleasure. I rubbed my face into his soft feathers that adorned his rooster-like head as his rough scales rasped against my breasts, belly, and thighs.

“Fuck me!” I hissed, humping my hips. “Pound me with that cock! Oh, Matar, yes! I needed this! I needed to be fucked in my pussy!”

I had no guilt. The basilisk couldn’t impregnate me. It wasn’t cheating on my wife. Only letting another hermaphroditic cock fuck my pussy would be cheating. I couldn’t get pregnant. I could enjoy the monstrous dick slamming into my depths.

“Oh, yes! Oh, fuck! Keep working your cock in and out of me! Mmm, yes! That’s it! Matar, yes! What a wonderful cock!”

I kept moaning and panting as the tapered dick reamed in and out of my pussy. My nipples were on fire as they rasped against its rough scales. The basilisk clucked its beak in delight and crowed as it buried its cock over and over into my hot depths.

Its talons scraped the dirt beside my body as it rammed its cock faster and faster into me. My fingers scraped along its armored back as the pleasure swelled inside me. My clit exploded with bliss every time the monster slammed its dick into my hot depths. I arched my hips, grinding my sensitive clit on its rough scales.

“Yes! Matar, yes!” I screamed as I came.

My pussy writhed about the amazing cock. I bucked and squirmed as the pleasure hammered my mind. I didn’t care about anything. Only the pleasure. It filled my mind. I held my basilisk lover tight as his thrusting cock triggered another orgasm.

They followed one after another. My nerves burned with passion. My muscles contracted. My pussy ached and my clit throbbed. Every orgasm made my nub more and more sensitive. The pleasure became the sweetest agony. My toes curled as I humped faster.

“Pound me! Yes! Matar’s big tits! Keep fucking me! Never stop!”

The basilisk’s thrusts grew rapid fire. Its pelvis hammered faster than any elf could fuck. The cock slid in and out of me so fast, my pussy felt ever-full. The basilisk crowed the loudest, proud of its conquest.

Hot cum squirted into me. The basilisk kept crowing. I screamed as my orgasm burst through me. Thick cum was in my pussy. It overflowed me. So much pumped into my body. It spilled out, running down my ass.

“Matar, yes!” I gasped.

The basilisk thrust one last time. My pussy squeezed out the last of the cum. Its cock shrank out of me. I gasped and heaved, the pleasure still buzzing through my veins. I almost fell into a stupor, exhausted by the amazing fuck.

And then the fear struck through me. It had satiated its lusts. Now it would feed its other hunger. I grasped its neck as its beak snapped at my face.

“Deliasonele!” I screamed. “Quenyathalee!”

The basilisk crowed in frustration as it tried to kill me.

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Knight-Errant Angela

The woman’s shouting grew louder. A sharp beak snapped. The trail took a sharp turn. I slid to a stop. An elf with short, green hair lay beneath a large lizard, her hands fighting to hold back a sharp rooster’s beak.

“Basilisk!” I gasped.

“What?” Sophia asked as she stopped beside me.

I squeezed my eyes shut and with my freehand grabbed Sophia. I covered her eyes with my hand and pulled her off the trail. She gasped and struggled against me as I pressed her body against a large tree. Her body was lithe. Memory of the times we made love flashed through me.

But my fear drowned them out. I couldn’t let Sophia get hurt. “That’s a basilisk. If you look into its eyes, you’ll be petrified.”

“Saphique watch us,” gasped Sophia, “and protect your daughters.”

“Yeah,” I nodded.

The elf cried out again in her musical tongue. She wasn’t the redhead elf we had chased. Where had that one gone? Well, it didn’t matter. “Stay here,” I whispered.

I raised my shield strapped to my left hand, blocking the basilisk from my sight. I drew my sword and advanced down the trail. I could only see a few feet before me beneath my shield. The basilisk thrashed and crowed as the elf screamed.

The thick, swishing tail of the basilisk appeared at my feet. I closed my eyes, moved my shield, and swung. My sword bit into flesh. Not deeply. The scales were hard. The basilisk crowed in pain. I raised my shield as it scrambled towards me.

The monster crashed into my shield. Metal rasped as its talons and beak scraped against it. I thrust my sword around the shield, hoping to find the basilisk’s flesh. The tip scored along its hard scales, not penetrating its side.

“Damn!” I shouted as the monster’s ferocious attacks drove me back. I thrust again, angling my blade to try and hit its feathered head. It had to be more vulnerable there with only feathers and no scales.

“Angela!” Sophia cried out in fear.

“Keep your eyes shut!” I shouted. “Stay in the trees!”

The basilisk swiped beneath my shield, scratching my armored, left greave. Its talons grabbed me and jerked. I stumbled backwards and the monster rushed, crashing into my shield again. I gasped as I was thrown to the ground. I kept my shield up as the monster leaped on me. Its weight was heavy. The top of its beak appeared over the rim of my shield, snapping and clucking as the monster sought my flesh.

I closed my eyes and struggled to thrust my sword into its belly. On my back, pinned beneath the creature, I had trouble stabbing. I couldn’t draw back my arm to get any momentum or to put my body’s weight behind the attack.

“Las’s pox-ridden cock!”

The elf shouted something. A bow twanged. The basilisk crowed in pain and scrambled off of me. I risked a peak. The elf dived into the brush as the basilisk charged down the trail after her. I forced myself to stand, heaving in breath. I charged after the monster, ready to raise my shield if it snapped around at me. A pair of arrows were embedded barely an inch into the beast’s scaly hide and my sword had only scratched its flesh.

I slammed my sword down on its back. My blade barely cut into its flesh before bouncing back.

It was too armored.

I raised my shield as it turned and swiped its talons at me.

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Acolyte Sophia

I know I should keep my eyes closed as I peeked around the tree. But I couldn’t help myself. The basilisk wasn’t focused on me. I gasped as Angela’s hard, overhand swing bounced off the basilisk’s thick back. The knight raised her shield as the monster swiped at her with its sharp talons.

I caught a bit of golden eye and ducked back around the tree. The elf shouted something in her musical language. A bow twanged again and the basilisk crowed. I peeked out again, my stomach twisting into knots, my heart screaming to not look.

“Please, no golden eyes, Saphique,” I prayed beneath my breath.

The basilisk was rushing at the naked elf. She had her eyes closed. She was tall and graceful, her body covered in green, brown, and black paints. She dived into the brush and seemed to vanish, blending in with vegetation. Angela, shield held high, charged after the basilisk and scored another glancing blow.

“I need to do something,” I whispered as I struggled to remember my training in priestly magic over the terror thudding through my veins.

<em>Priestly magic is different than the arcane arts wielded by the Mages of Thosi,</em> Priestess Michelle had droned. <em>Mages channel the energy found in the natural world to violate its laws and create powerful effects. Priests draw their power directly from the god or, in our case, goddess they serve. This power manifests in different ways. For us, it manifests in our breast milk and our pussy juices. Once you’ve learned Saphique’s mysteries and become a full priestess, you will be able to lactate at will. Now what can we do with our magic? We can heal the sick. We can make potions that break curses and exorcise the dead. We can enchant weapons and armor to defend their bearers. Priestly magic isn’t flashy like the Mages. We protect, enhance, and heal.</em>

I could enchant her blade for a few minutes.

I unfastened my belt, dropping the satchel and my enchanted dagger. My robes open and my small breasts were exposed. I pinched my right nipple. I had been given the magic. I hadn’t tried to use it. I concentrated on my breasts filling with milk as I played with my nipple.

“Please, Saphique,” I prayed, it wasn’t necessary but helped me concentrate on my milk filling my tits. “Grant my breasts your sweet milk.”

A heat gathered in my breasts. They felt full. My nipples ached. I needed to be emptied. I pulled my nipple and sweet milk squirted onto my fingers. I milked my tit again, letting my creamy drink coat my hands.

I struggled to remember the words of the spell as I darted into the fight.

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Knight-Errant Angela

“Angela!”

I turned and gaped as Sophia darted down the path. Her robe was open, her small breasts jiggling. They beaded with white drops of milk. Her hands were held out, more milk staining her palms. She had her eyes squeezed shut, the only sensible thing she had done.

“In Pater’s name, what are you doing?” I demanded.

“Enchanting your blade.”

The basilisk crowed as it charged after the elf.

“What? How can you have magic? You’re an acolyte? Aren’t only priestesses allowed to cast spells?”

“I’m a special exemption,” Sophia gasped. “Can I open my eyes?”

“Yeah, you’re covered by my shield.”

Sophia opened her green eyes. Then she rubbed her milk-covered hands on my sword, staining the metal with smears of white. “Saphique, the Virgin Goddess that loves all women, bless this weapon so it may protect its bearer. Let this sword shine bright, a beacon to defend all women.”

I gasped as my sword was engulfed in a pink, pure light. After a few heartbeats, the light dimmed, but left pink flames dancing up and down the blade. The sword hummed in my hand. Power brimmed in it. Hope bloomed inside me. I could defeat it.

“Good luck,” Sophia said and kissed me.

It was brief, and then she fled back to safety. The warmth of her lips lingered and my heart beat faster. “Focus,” I muttered and turned, throwing a glance over my shield. The elf had scrambled up a tree. The basilisk’s beak tore at the tree while its fore-talons scraped and ripped, throwing chunks of bark to the ground.

I advanced, raising my shield. I peeked around the edge, my sword held up, readied for the thrust.

I stepped on a twig. It snapped loud.

The basilisk turned. I squeezed my eyes shut. The elf shouted from above. I pictured the battlefield, imagining when I should thrust at the charging basilisk. I pivoted on my left foot as my right leg stepped forward and my right arm thrust at the beast.

My arm shook as the monster impacted the blade. I stumbled back as its weight slid up my sword and into the hilt. The basilisk let out a gurgling groan. Its claws tore at the ground and its tail thrashed. The weight of the collapsing monster ripped my sword from my grip.

I kept my eyes closed. “Is it dead?”

“Yes,” the elf said.

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Xerathalasia

I dropped down from the tree. The basilisk’s cum dripped out of my pussy and ran down my thighs. I shuddered, my emotions mixed between the rapture of the monster’s cock and the revulsion that I had submitted to its bestial lusts.

I turned my attention to the pair of humans. The knight yanked her sword from the dead basilisk’s gullet and wiped her blade clean with a rag she produced from a pouch. She sheathed her sword and faced me. The other woman rushed forward, her robes still open. Her breasts were small, but a mother’s milk dribbled down her mounds and across her fair stomach.

“Who are you?” I asked, speaking their harsh tongue. It hurt my jaw. There was no music to it.

“I am Knight-Errant Angela of the Knights Deute, and this is Acolyte Sophia of the Temple of the Pure.”

“We did it!” Sophia gasped and hugged Angela from behind. The young lady was excitable, her light-brown hair bouncing across her face.

“You have trespassed on our forest.”

Angela stiffened and pushed the acolyte off of her. Sophia gasped as she stumbled back. “Angela!”

“We are searching for the Lesbius Oracle,” the knight said. “We are not here to harm your people or your woods. We are on a Quest.”

My ears twitched. I bit my lip and then I remembered poor, poisoned Relythionaia. “We can discuss this later. I have wounded hunters.”

“Wounded!” Sophia gasped. “I can help.”

She was a priestess. “Okay.”

The young woman rushed back and picked up her belt. She closed her robes as I fetched my bow and a few arrows that lay scattered about the road. She rushed back, leading a pair of horses. Angela took the reins of a particularly fearsome brute that snorted at me.

“I am not your enemy, friend horse,” I said in elvish. The horse snorted and his eyes relaxed.

Angela frowned as I reached out my hand. “He’s trained to bite.”

“He will not harm me,” I smiled and stroked his snout. Then in elvish, “What sort of mistress owns you?”

The horse neighed, the rich sounds proclaiming the wondrousness of Angela and how proud he was to serve her. The white mare added her whinny and affectionately nuzzled at Sophia’s neck. The young woman giggled as the horse nibbled on her ear.

“Stop that, Purity,” grinned Sophia. “My ear is not an apple.”

It wasn’t a crime for a human to transgress our lands, but we did not encourage it either. Usually, we turned them back. If they resisted, or harmed our woods, then we feathered them with arrows and left their corpses on the boundary as a warning. But a knight on a Quest to see the Oracle.

A knight who saved my life.

I led them down the trail at a jog. Sophia gasped and whined at the pace, but Angela had far more stamina. In a few minutes, we reached the unconscious and feverish form of Relythionaia and the petrified statue of Xiloniasa. I shuddered, bending over the young elf and stroking her stone hair.

“I’m sorry,” Angela said, putting her hand on my shoulder. “What about the red hair elf?”

“What?” I asked.

“We were following a red haired elf when we found you. She must have run past you. Is there a village nearby?”

“No elf passed me when the basilisk was…attacking me.” My cheeks reddened. I needed to clean my pussy. “Besides, I have never met an elf with hair that color.”

“We did see her,” Angela said, her eyebrows furrowing.

Sophia knelt beside me. “Poor thing,” she whispered. The acolyte pulled out a small, glass ampoule and threw it down hard.

“What are you doing?” I gasped in horror as the glass bottle smashed on Xiloniasa, splashing her with a milky liquid.

“Holy milk banishes curses,” Sophia answered. “Look.”

My eyes widened. Everywhere the milk touched her had washed away the stone, revealing Xiloniasa’s painted flesh. The living flesh spread across the stone like a stain soaking into a rag. Faster and faster the stone was banished. I trembled for joy as Xiloniasa gasped and sat up.

“What?” the young elf asked as she looked around. “Xerathalasia. What happened? I saw golden eyes and…”

I hugged Xiloniasa, tears burning down my cheeks. “You were petrified, but the acolyte saved you.”

I made my choice. The basilisk was done. The hunt was over. I would let my huntresses return to Khalesithan while I would guide the knight and the acolyte north to the Lesbius Oracle.

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Acolyte Sophia

I smiled as the elves embraced. They were both so beautiful and graceful. I had heard elves were hermaphroditic, but neither had a cock. And their breasts were beautiful. They seemed a little perkier than a human’s breasts, their nipples upswept and hard.

I moved to the unconscious elf and stripped naked, letting my robe and cloak fall onto the ground. My breasts were still lactating, and my warm milk had tricked all the way down to my shaved pussy. Angela leaned against a tree, her eyes hot on my flesh.

I flushed. If she didn’t love me, then why did I always feel her eyes watching my body, admiring my beauty? My pussy grew wetter as I knelt next to the wounded elf, her coil of braided, green hair stretched out beside her. A bloody wound stained her thigh and she whimpered and shuddered on the ground.

“I’ll heal you,” I whispered, stroking her face.

The elf let out a breathy groan and her ears twitched.

I took a deep breath and shoved two fingers from my right hand deep into my wet pussy. I had practiced this spell since I was a novice, though this was the first time I had ever cast it. “Saphique, bless the font of my womanhood with your loving power.”

I gasped as the Goddess’s power flooded through my body. My breasts quivered as my pussy was electrified. The pleasure rippled through my body. I threw back my head and moaned as my fingers were bathed by my climax.

“Sweet Saphique,” I gasped before I sucked in a deep breath. My pussy continued to tingle as I drew out my fingers. A powerful desire filled me. I needed to be touched and pleasured. I needed to explode with passion.

I fought down my lusts and brought my fingers to my nipples. As I anointed each of my hard nipples with my blessed pussy juices, I prayed, “ Saphique, transform my virgin milk with your love. Let my milk heal the sick and infirmed.”

The milk in my breasts seemed to boil, shooting waves of heat back down to my tingling pussy. I bit my lip as my head swam with passion. My milk had been transformed into a healing drought. I could bottle my milk as a potion or allow the wounded elf to suckle from my breast.

I chose to nurse her.

I picked up her head and cradled her to my breasts. I rubbed my hard nipple on her lips. Her nostrils flared as she inhaled the scent of my breast milk mixed with my tart pussy. The elf opened her mouth and latched onto my nipple.

“That’s it,” I groaned as she nursed.

My milk flowed into her. My nipple burned with pleasure. My pussy clenched. It was like my nipple was directly connected to my pussy. I squeezed my thighs together and massaged my aching clit as I stroked the elf’s face.

The wound in her leg glowed pink as the healing magic went to work. The elf suckled harder. I shuddered and moaned as the pleasure increased in me. The elf moved and moaned about my nipple. Her violet eyes opened.

“That’s it,” I purred. “Keep drinking and be healed.”

My hand stroked up her cheek to her long ear. The elf shuddered and suckled harder. She mewled about my nipple. Her thighs shifted and the scent of bluebells filled my nose. It took me a moment to realize it was her arousal.

Elves smelled wonderful.

I stroked her ear again and she shuddered, pressing her thighs together. “Mmm, you like it when I do this?”

I loved the way she moaned and shuddered as I stroked her ear. I leaned over and nibbled on the end. She bucked in my arms, suckling hard and draining my right nipple. Without missing a moment, she kissed over to my left.

“Oh, yes!” I gasped as the elf pushed me down as she suckled.

I spread my legs as the elf lay atop me. I humped, rubbing my hard clit and pussy against her smooth stomach. I played with her ears as my clit burned with rapture. The pleasure sparked through me over and over.

“That’s it! Drink your fill,” I moaned. “Let the Goddess Saphique’s love fill your body.”

The elf moaned. Her hips shifted. I humped harder. My pussy clenched as I smeared my hot flesh against her smooth stomach. My fingers stroked her ears faster and faster as the pleasure built in my core. Every time my clit slid across her flesh, I shuddered and came closer to coming.

“Oh, you’re a sexy, naughty elf,” I moaned. “Keep suckling. Oh, yes! That’s it! Wow, yes!”

The elf lifted her face from my nipple and moaned in her beautiful language. It was pure desire. Her body trembled atop me as she orgasmed. I stroked her ears as I stared into her beautiful face, delighted I could give this female elf pleasure.

My pussy contracted. The pleasure boiled through me. I shuddered. My pussy creamed her stomach, smearing my juices up and down her flesh. I moaned in delight as I convulsed. The elf slid up my body, her breasts pressing against mine as her sweet lips kissed me.

I savored the creamy taste of my milk as we writhed together in passion. Her fingers were exciting as they caressed my flesh. I gasped for breath when she broke the kiss. I humped again, rubbing my pussy on her hot thigh and another shudder raced through my body.

“Thank you,” the elf whispered in my ear.

“I’m glad I could heal you,” I gasped.

The elf smiled and kissed down my body. My head tossed about. The other two elves and Angela watched us. Angela’s cheeks were red and her hand had disappeared beneath her chainmail loincloth. She shuddered as she rubbed hard at her flesh. The two elves rubbed each other’s pussies, their violet eyes dancing as they watched us.

“Relythionaia will make you cum hard,” the elf we rescued from the basilisk grinned.

“I will. Thank you,” the elf moaned, her green braid draped across my stomach.

I gasped as the elf nuzzled her face into my flesh. “Turn around. Let me taste you, too! You smell like bluebells!”

The elf gracefully spun. Her height made her have to contort her body so we could both devour each other’s pussies. She had such grace. I stroked her smooth ass as my tongue slid through the folds of her pussy. She tasted like a flower’s perfume. I drank her down. I had never tasted a pussy like this before. I missed the saltier taste of a humans’ pussy, but elf cunt definitely had its charm.

There were subtle differences. The elf’s pussy had an extra layer of folds for me to nuzzle and play with. Her clit was fat, one of the largest I had ever seen. I licked and nuzzled it as the elf’s tongue slid through my folds.

“Yes!” I moaned as the elf’s tongue contorted and writhed, moving in ways no human tongue could replicate. “Saphique, yes!”

The elf worshiped my pussy. She swirled through all my folds while her deft fingers rubbed at my clit. My thighs spasmed as sweet waves of pleasure washed through me. I concentrated on her clit as my fingers worked deep into her hole. I curled them, wondering if she had that special spot in the depths of her pussy.

The elf moaned and gasped in her delightful language as I stroked through her pussy. She spasmed when I touched the special spot every woman had in their depths. I smiled and stroked the bundle of nerves that would make her erupt. I rapidly tongued her clit while she gasped into my pussy.

Relythionaia squirmed and spasmed on my face. Her flowery juices squired into my lips as she screamed her pleasure. Her pussy spasmed about my fingers as her intense orgasm burst through her. I drank down her squirting juices, proud of my work.

“Now make me cum, elf slut,” I purred, humping my hips as I licked and nuzzled at her pussy, allowing Relythionaia to focus on pleasing me.

Her fingers pushed into my depths, rapidly fucking in and out. I squirmed and gasped into her delicious pussy. Her tongue swirled around my clit. Then she nipped it with her teeth and suckled on my bud.

“Oh, yes!” I groaned. My pussy contracted. I let my orgasm trigger my pussy to squirt, forcing out the powerful convulsions shooting out a blast of juices into the elf’s hungry lips as I collapsed and shuddered on the ground. “Sweet Saphique!”

The elf turned around, her face dripping with my tart passion. “Mmm, you have such a cute clitoris, human.”

“I’m Sophia,” I smiled and pulled her down for a kiss.

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Knight-Errant Angela

I shuddered on my fingers as Sophia and the elf shared their kiss, both their faces sticky with their excitement. The two elves beside me were already licking their fingers clean of the other’s juices, satisfied smiles on their face.

The elf I rescued from the basilisk turned to me. “I am Xerathalasia.”

I nodded. Her name rolled off her lips. “Well, Xerazalsi,” I said, stumbling over her name.

“You can simply call me Xera,” she smiled. “I have dealt with humans before. Our words do not come easily to your lips.”

“No,” I laughed. “Well met, Xera.”

“I will send my hunters home and lead you to the Lesbius Oracle. It is to the north.”

“Good thing we found you. I really would love to thank the red-haired elf that led us to you. I doubt we would ever have located the Oracle without help.”

“Yes, it was fortunate for the both of us,” Xera nodded. “The Oracle is in a dark and dangerous part of the woods. My people rarely venture there. But I will guide you safely.”

“Thank you.”

To be continued…

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It was Monday afternoon and Wendy was walking home from college reliving in her mind the events of Thursday evening. She had been forced by Miss West to make an acquaintance with a young girl in a small changing room in a local shop. She had enjoyed it in a twisted kind of way. First she was humiliated but soon she became turned on a she made a connection with the naive shop assistant.
She knew she had a full week to wait until she would be required by Miss West again. Her knickers became damp as she thought of all the experiences she had endured over the last week. She wondered what Miss West would have installed for her at the weekend.

As she walked through the front door of her family home she could see her mum in the kitchen and heard her talking to another female. Wendy was so caught up in her own thoughts that it wasn’t until she got right in to the kitchen that she realised her Mum was talking to Sandra!
Sandra smiled at Wendy as she noticed Wendy colouring up. Wendy was dumbstruck. From Sandra’s reaction Wendy knew for certain that it had been her that had been so eager to tongue her ass hole whilst she was blindfolded and tethered in a room of strangers. Wendy tried to leave the room but Sandra began a bombardment of questions that demanded more than a simple one word answer. Wendy knew her mum would expect her to be polite so she had to stay and chat so as not to raise suspicion.

What had Sandra told my Mum?! Wendy thought… Why is she here?!

Wendy struggled to answer a single question without fumbling her words in her nervousness. She answered politely but avoided eye contact with Sandra. Wendy’s mum asked her if everything was ok. Why are you acting so strange she enquired! Wendy brushed aside the comments.

From the living room Wendy heard the telephone ringing. She made a move towards the door.

“No, no. It’s ok Wendy I am expecting a call. Keep Sandra company for two minutes while I get it.”

Wendy wanted to curl up and hide! She felt so silly now been in front of Sandra in such ‘normal’ circumstances. Sandra knew so much more about her than Wendy wanted anybody to know! She had seen her at her most vulnerable. She had seen her giving oral sex to several women. She had seen her been whipped and punished with a crop for disobeying her employer. She had seen her handcuffed, blindfolded and gagged! She had had her ass hole licked by her! She had been forced to do so many humiliating things in front of this friend of her mums.

“There, there Wendy, no need to be scared. Remember it’s our little secret. I did wonder if you knew it was me lapping at your lovely little ass. You seemed to be enjoying t if I remember correctly! You taste so good!”

Wendy couldn’t believe Sandra was talking about it so openly. Wendy was so embarrassed but Sandra just didn’t seem to mind about what had happened the last time they had met.

“Wendy, take off your knickers and give them to me! Quickly!”

Wendy looked up in astonishment. “Pardon!” She replied.

“Quickly Wendy! We don’t want your mum to know do we!”

Wendy wasn’t used to taking orders from anybody but Miss West but she feared what Sandra may tell her mum if she didn’t cooperate. She thought about it for another second then quickly lifted her cotton skirt and slipped her knickers down her legs, scrunched them up tightly and handed them abruptly to Sandra. Sandra smiled as she took them from her. She unfolded them and laid them on the table.

“No! Please hide them my mum might come back any second!”

Sandra stroked the knickers softly and looked back at Wendy with a smile. “Can I keep these Wendy?”

“If you must! Just hide them somewhere before we get caught!” Wendy replied in a sulky tone.

Wendy’s mum hung up the receiver just loud enough for Sandra to hear it. She gathered up Wendy’s knickers in her hands and held them out of sight under the table.

“You two ok?” She asked inquisitively. “It’s very quiet in here!”

“Oh, we are both fine.” Replied Wendy; still quite flustered.

Wendy took her opportunity to leave and dashed up to her room.
Sandra got comfy on her stool again, still clutching Wendy’s knickers, and leaned into Wendy’s mum. “How’s your sex life these days Monica?”

“Sandra!”

“Oh come on! We know each other well enough to talk about it! Are you getting plenty?!”

“Sandra you are filthy! But, since you asked! Erm, how should I say this…. We’ve been married for 19 years now so I suppose I get as much as can be expected!”

“So not much then!” Sandra replied mockingly.

“Well, no, I suppose not much”. Monica replied embarrassed.

“You know, this may sound weird, but I’m in this, what should I call it…. a special club!” Sandra said with a grin on her face.

“Sandra you slut!” Monica whispered in astonishment. “Are you a swinger!!”

“No, not exactly. It doesn’t really involve couples or anything. It’s just a group of like minded people who meet up every now and again!”

“And do what!” Monica replied completely intrigued.

“Well, we have sex!”

“Why on earth are you telling me this Monica!”

“Well maybe you should come along some time. You seem all tense. It would do you good!”

“Oh I don’t think so! I couldn’t possibly cheat on my husband! I haven’t looked at another man in years!”

“Well, that’s the thing Sandra….. there are no men in this club!”

“Sandra! Are you a lesbian!?”

“Not really a lesbian. I just enjoy the eroticness of what we do! I still like men, this is just a bit of a break from the norm!”

“Sandra I am totally shocked at you! I can’t believe what you are saying.”

“Monica it’s not such a big deal. We meet up. It’s all a big secret. Nobody discusses it outside the circle of friends. We have a bit of fun for a couple of hours every week or so and that’s it. We get on with our lives and boyfriends and husbands! It’s so exciting. All the women are beautiful and genuinely nice people. You shouldn’t knock it until you have tried it. It might be just what you need!”

“I couldn’t possibly Sandra. I would be so embarrassed with complete strangers looking at me and…”

Sandra broke in. “Well that’s just it. On your first night you have to be blindfolded to ensure no one knows you and that you are genuine about joining the club, so you wouldn’t have to worry about anybody looking at you because you can’t see them, so there is nothing to be shy about!.”

A surprised; “Oh.” Was all Monica could muster.

“I’ll call you next week Monica.”

Sandra stood up and walked out of the door to allow Wendy’s mum to think about it.

***

The weekend soon came round. On Friday afternoon Miss West phoned Wendy and instructed her to be at her house at exactly 9 am on Saturday morning. She gave her directions to her house and told her to expect to be there until 8 pm on Sunday evening.

This gave Wendy a problem. She wasn’t allowed to stay out overnight normally. She phoned a few friends and found one that would back up her story.
She worked on her mum and dad for several hours and eventually they agreed she could stay out for the night.

***

Rachel called Miss West on Friday evening after work to make sure it was ok for her to pick up her shoes. Miss West told her she had a busy day so told her to be there for 8.30 am. Rachel, still quite nervous about talking to Miss West, had agreed to be there.

***

Rachel was very nervous about turning up to Miss West’s house. She had got up early, showered and put on a summer dress. She didn’t know why she was making an effort; she was only going to pick up some shoes! It was just that Miss West had seemed so powerful and dominant that she had a sexual presence that Rachel had never seen before. The whole experience had been so intimate and sexy that she was turned on by the thought of seeing Miss West again.
She parked her car on the long drive way to Miss West’s mansion and walked slowly to the door.
She rang the door bell and after several seconds it was opened by Miss West dressed in a black silk night gown.

Miss West smiled at Rachel, thanked her for coming and invited her in. Rachel didn’t expect to be asked in but she couldn’t say no! She was lured by Miss West who looked stunning as the gown clung to her body.

“Would you like a drink before I get your shoes Rachel?”

“Oh, no thank you.” Rachel replied politely. As she followed Miss West into the kitchen.

“Would you like a tour of my house instead then?”

“Erm…” Rachel was quite nervous and wondered why Miss West didn’t just get her the shoes! “No thank you. It looks very nice though!” She continued.

Miss West moved close to Rachel and stood directly in front of her. “Would you like to call me Miss West?” She inquired.

Rachel was shocked. She knew that was what Wendy had to call her and Rachel knew what else she had to do!

“Errr, I don’t know.” Rachel replied sheepishly.

“Why don’t we try!?”

“Ok.” Rachel said quite scared.

“Rachel, feed me one of those strawberries!” Miss West pointed to the side where there was a small bowl of fresh fruit.

“OK, Miss West.” Rachel whispered her reply feeling quite silly.

She took a strawberry and offered it to Miss West mouth. Her mouth opened slowly and allowed Rachel to place it gently between her lips. As Miss West took it she managed to get a quick touch of Rachel’s fingers with her lips.
Rachel felt the touch and a shiver shot threw her body. She knew now Miss West was trying to get to her. Her heart raced like never before.

“Good Rachel. Did you enjoy calling me by my name?”

“Yes, kind of….Miss West.”

“Good. Come. Follow me.” Miss West instructed.

Rachel was in turmoil. She had come for her shoes. Now she asked herself if that was all she had come for. She was so intrigued with Miss West. She felt almost jealous of Wendy and the fact that she belonged to Miss West. Did she want the same for herself?! She was so nervous and couldn’t believe she was allowing herself to be drawn into Miss West’s secrets.

Miss West walked off through the house and Rachel found herself following like a pet dog.
They walked into a large room which had mirrors and a dressing table and a walk in wardrobe. There was another door at the far end of the room which was closed.

“Stand in front of the mirror Rachel.”

She did as she was told without speaking.

“Rachel why don’t you say, ‘Yes Miss West, anything for you,’ when I ask you to do something. I think that would be nice. Don’t you?!”

Rachel thought for a second. Miss West did want her like she wanted Wendy! She wanted to dominate her! She must find me attractive and sexy! Rachel was so pleased that she was admired and her whole body felt hot in anticipation.

“OK Miss West, anything for you.”

Miss West felt so horny now she had this new girl in her dressing room that was obviously curious.

Miss West opened the wardrobe door to display an array of shoes. Rachel could see her shoes.

“There are your shoes Rachel. Feel free to take them and leave. Or if you like, why don’t you try on some of the other shoes to see if they suit you. I bet you would look really sexy in those!” Miss West pointed to a pair of high heeled black shoes.

Rachel blushed at Miss West’s compliment, she knew this was it. This was the deciding moment. Stay or go. Take her shoes and leave, or stay and be sure to be taken advantage of by another woman!

Rachel walked towards the lines of shoes. Miss West watched in anticipation to see which shoes she would go for. She smiled widely as Rachel picked up the black shoes. She watched as Rachel removed her shoes and carefully buckled up the stilettos.
Rachel stood up and admired the shoes in the mirror.

“Very nice Rachel. You look gorgeous. Pull up your dress up a little so I can see your long legs!”

“Yes Miss West, anything for you.” Rachel couldn’t believe those words were coming from her mouth. She felt so naughty.

“I know!” Said Miss West. “Why don’t I blindfold you and put some shoes on you. Then it will be a surprise when you see them!”

“Ok Miss West.”

Miss West went to a draw and pulled out a silk blindfold. She walked behind Rachel and carefully placed it over her eyes. Rachel felt so nervous but so sexy too. A rich attractive lady wanted to take advantage of her because she was sexy! Her body felt electric and she shuddered every time Miss West made the slightest contact. She was so pleased that nobody knew what she was up to though!

Miss West stood back and admired her new toy as she stood so vulnerable in her dressing room. She knew that Rachel would wilt to everything she asked her to. She just had to take her time and not make her do anything that may be too sudden or use words which would make it obvious as to what was happening. She couldn’t just tell her to strip off and get on the bed! This may scare Rachel away. She had to be subtle and undress her slowly, almost by accident.

“OK. Lets try these.” Miss West said swapping the stilettos with another pair of high heels. She didn’t allow Rachel to see them. “Actually no, I don’t think those are right. Ah, I know.” Miss West deliberately picked a pair of boots this time. They were boots she had got from a sex shop. They were black and exceptionally high. They would come to above Rachel’s knees. The shoes were removed and Miss West began to put the boots on Rachel’s slim legs.
She put Rachel’s feet in to each boot but then pretended to struggle to fasten the long zips.

Rachel could feel that they were boots that were been put on her. She had never worn any this high before. She would probably look like a hooker she thought!

Miss West continued with her fake struggles. “I know. Pull your dress up higher so I can see what I’m doing Rachel.”

“Yes Miss West, anything for you.” She pulled her dress up cautiously to mid way up her thighs.

Miss West was on her knees at Rachel’s feet. She continued with the zip and got a little further up Rachel’s beautiful legs.

“I can’t really see properly. Pull your dress higher.” As Rachel’s knickers came in to view Miss West asked for more. “A little more Rachel. Keep going.”

She was now stood blindfolded with her dress pulled up to her waist. She knew she was showing her underwear, but she knew that was the only way Miss West could see what she was doing. She lied to herself.

Miss West took time to admire Rachel’s form. She looked so sexy. She was slim and toned and her knickers were tight to her body.

Miss West zipped the boots to just below Rachel’s knees.

“Nearly there Rachel. These look fantastic on you! I just need you to hold the top of the boots together so I can zip them right to the top. Oh, you can’t, you don’t have any free hands! Why don’t you take your dress off then you won’t need to hold it up then you’ll have free hands to help me!” Miss West explained, giving Rachel an excuse to undress herself.

“Oh, OK Miss West. That makes sense!” Rachel went along with the excuse. She reached up above her head still grasping the dress. Her body came into Miss West’s view for the first time. She was wearing matching bra and knickers. They were white cotton with little pink spots on them. She looked so young with her slim body and cute underwear. Rachel was so aroused now that her nipples stood high and hard on her pert breasts. What little hair she had on her body stood on end atop of her goose bumps. She now understood a little of what Wendy must have felt like being paraded around the shop naked!
She dropped the dress on the floor to her side. Miss West zipped up the boots with very little assistance from Rachel.

“Oh my! Oh my little Rachel you look delightful!”

Rachel smiled with nervous excitement at being praised by another woman in this way.

“Can I look at myself Miss West, please?”

“No.” Was the only reply she got.

This knocked Rachel back a little. She thought that was the plan! Why couldn’t she look at herself?!

“I think those boots would look even better if you were completely naked Rachel!” Mrs West informed her. “Why don’t you take off your knickers and bra?”

Rachel lowered her head as if to look to the floor. She knew she was blushing. “Erm, no, I don’t want to take my underwear off Miss West.” She said shyly.

“Well, if you are sure. Why don’t you get dressed and leave then?”

“Oh! Er I don’t know?”

“Well it’s easy Rachel. Stay and take off your underwear or get dressed and go! Which is it to be? I just want to see what those boots look like on you without the underwear! That’s all!”

Rachel knew she wanted to stay she just didn’t want to admit it out loud.

“Oh I really don’t know what I want to do! Maybe I should leave.”

Rachel hoped Miss West would not agree!

“Why don’t I make the decision easier for you Rachel? If I tie your hands behind your back then you will have to let me decide. Maybe I will dress you or maybe I will undress you! What do you think darling?”

“OK Miss West, anything for you! It’s your house after all.” Rachel felt a rush of excitement inside. She knew now she was to be stripped and made to be stood naked in front of another woman. She felt so exhilarated.

Rachel felt her seducer stood close behind her.

“In fact Rachel I will need to take your bra off before I tie your hands or I won’t be able to take it off. If you don’t mind I’ll just take it off now!” Miss West began to unclasp the bra. Rachel made no objection and allowed Miss West to continue. As it left her breasts her nipples felt so hard. Rachel was so turned on. She was being undressed by another person for the first time. Her exposed body burned in anticipation. The bra slid down her arms and dropped to the floor. Miss West grabbed a wrist one at a time and placed them behind her narrow back. Rachel held them in place for them to be tied.
Miss West used a strip of silk to bind them together.

“You look so pretty stood there semi naked Rachel, all tied up and defenceless.” Miss West told her as she stood back and admired her young body.

Rachel stood motionless. Too scared to move or talk. She knew Miss West would be examining her naked skin. She clenched her fists in nervousness.

“I think I will take your knickers off now Rachel to make you completely naked. I will be able to see your vagina then.”

Rachel tried to smile politely but was too nervous. With slightly bent legs her left knee moved in front of her right in a futile effort to cover herself in preparedness for her revealing.

Miss West moved closer to her, admiring her pretty face as it showed how scared she was. As Miss West bent down at Rachel’s knees she put a hand on her tender right thigh. It was hot and sweaty.
“Rachel why are you so nervous!? Don’t you want me to see you completely naked!? Don’t you want me to be able do anything I want to your sexual organs?!”

These words sent Rachel’s head into a dilemma. She couldn’t find any words to reply. She wanted to say ‘No!’ She was so scared now. Her lips wouldn’t move. She sobbed instead. It was an uncontrolled emotion. This didn’t put Miss West off. She knew what young girls wanted deep down.
She slowly slipped her fingers into Rachel’s tight knickers. She didn’t go for the waist band. Instead she went up through the leg holes so her fingers went close to Rachel’s vagina. Rachel flinched as their skins touched and a wonderful feeling past through her body as Miss West’s fingers disappeared into her panties. She carefully pulled the fabric out, allowing air onto Rachel’s hot loins. She slowly began to pull them down revealing Rachel centimetre by centimetre.
As the thin knickers past her vagina Rachel exhaled for the first time in forty seconds. She had not been able to breathe. She had held her breathe and only concentrated her nerve endings. Each change in direction, each twinge of a hair each slight touch of skin on skin had sent a wave of pleasure through her entire body. Her mind had guided her body to enjoy the tenderness which Miss West had demonstrated. Her vagina was moist. As Miss West looked up, she continued to guide the knickers down her legs, she could see a bead of juice glistening from Rachel’s labia. She smiled as she realised how turned on the young girl was. She knew she was ready for the taking. Rachel stepped out of her knickers and once again felt Miss West’s eyes as she studied her nakedness.
Rachel was breathing deeply now. Her chest was rising and lowering fast, her tummy was up and down as she tried to control it. She knew Miss West would see how nervous she was.

Miss West put an arm around Rachel’s waist and led her to the door at the far end of the room. If Rachel could have seen she would have seen a large bed in the centre of the room. There was only a bed. No wardrobes, cupboards or draws. The bed had white sheets and brass posts on each corner. Miss West stood Rachel next to the bed and stood back to admire. Her eyes roamed Rachel’s body. It was beautiful. Rachel knew she was been watched. She felt shy and scared. What was going to happen to her now? Could she cope with it? Would she want to run?!
Miss West moved closer and used her manicured nails to trace patterns on Rachel’s body and legs. This sent shivers all over Rachel’s body. Her legs nearly gave way several times and many whimpers left her lips as she melted from the inside.

As Miss West had anticipated the door bell rang. She knew it would be Wendy. Rachel jumped at the sound of the bell.

“Who’s that!” She inquired.

“I’m not telepathic.” You wait here while I answer it. “In fact I don’t want you peeping at those boots! Lay on the bed!” Miss West ordered, pushing Rachel backwards onto the soft sheets. Rachel screamed at being pushed. She was relived when her fall was broken by the bed. She hadn’t realised they were in a bedroom.
She shifted back on the bed and sat there feeling quite uncomfortable at the thought of being naked and exposed. The boots were the only thing hiding any of her as she lay on another woman’s bed!
These boots must make me look like a prostitute she thought to herself. She felt dirty.

“Lay back further. Lay on the bed properly!”

“Yes Miss West, anything for you.”

Rachel heard Miss West’s steps as she left the room. She thought about removing the blindfold to see where she was. Before she had chance to act on her instincts Miss West returned. She had been back to the dressing room to get some restraints.

“Rachel. Don’t worry but just so you can’t remove your blindfold I need to tie your wrists to the bed posts. It’s no big deal.”

Rachel didn’t struggle as Miss West released her restraints to re position them, one to each post. She wanted to say no but her mouth and lust betrayed her. She would be left so defenceless. Miss West would be able to do anything to her!

Miss West left to answer the door and Rachel put up a fake struggle to her restraints, her body writhing and twisting on the bed.

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Wendy was so excited to be allowed to Miss West’s house so soon after meeting her. What did she have installed for her?! Who would be there? How many women would be she forced to please? What degrading things would these women want to do to her?! She also knew there was a chance Rachel could be coming round to pick up her shoes! She had felt so attracted to Rachel after just knowing her for an hour or so in a cramped changing room!

Miss West welcomed her in to her house. Wendy was not disappointed. This was no social meeting. As soon as she got over the thresh hold she was told to strip. Miss West watched closely as Wendy peeled off her clothes. Wendy was now used to being naked in front of Miss West and it was more a pleasure than a chore. She kept eye contact with her boss as she stripped with a cheeky smile on her face.

“OK Wendy follow me. I have a surprise. One rule though! No talking until I say!”

Wendy nodded and followed Miss West. She was led to the dressing room and Miss West gestured to be very quiet. Wendy noticed the clothed on the floor and knew there would be a naked girl in the next room. Was she restrained? Ws she gagged or blind folded?! They both tip toed into the bedroom. Miss West noticed how excited Wendy looked when she saw who was tied to the bed.
Wendy’s groin warmed as she thought about what was install for her. She didn’t care if she was to give or receive. She wanted Rachel so badly.

“Hello!” Rachel whispered as she felt another person’s presence.

“It’s ok Rachel, it’s just me.” Miss West reassured her. She laid a hand on her thigh and ran it up towards her loins.

“Are you going to untie me now Miss West?”

“Is that what you want Rachel? If I do that you will have to make decisions again! I think it would be better if I tied your legs to the bed too. That way when I tell my friend here to lick your vagina you will have no choice!”

“What! Who! Who was at the door! You didn’t let them in did you! Miss West I want to go! I’m scared! I’m not a lesbian any more!”

Miss West and Wendy both smiled at Rachel’s silly outburst.
Rachel clenched her legs together in an attempt to hide her sex.
Both Miss West and Wendy were impressed that Rachel had a cleanly shaven vagina. Rachel had been that impressed by how cute Wendy’s looked that she had gone home after work and made hers look the same.

Rachel continued to squirm and wriggle on the bed to try cover herself and show her objection to being tied.

“Now, now Rachel stop wriggling!”

“Please Miss West cover me up! I don’t want you to see my pussy!”

“Oh come on Rachel. We both know why you came here today. Tell me you didn’t want this?!”

“I don’t know what I want! I didn’t expect to be tied up and stripped!”

“You know what you want!”

“What!?”

Miss West handed Wendy a silk tie and pointed to Rachel’s leg. Both of them took a booted ankle each and quickly wrapped the silk ties around them. Rachel struggled and kicked.

“Who’s there? Miss West who is it?!”

She began to panic and lash out with her feet. She was confused and scared. With the silk ties around her ankles her struggles were futile.

“Who is that! Miss West are you still there?!” She tried to find comfort in a lady she barley knew but in this situation she needed all the comfort she could get.

“Now, now Rachel don’t panic! You are safe. Nobody here will hurt you! You are right, there is somebody else here. The person is also naked so don’t feel so embarrassed!”

“Who is it? What are you going to do to me? Is it a man or a woman!?”

“You ask too many questions my dear. Just lay back and do what you feel is right.”

She now lay completely naked and bound spread eagled on the bed. Miss West and Wendy admired her beautiful body.

Miss West walked to Wendy and cupped her face in her hands. They kissed passionately for a full minute then Miss West whispered in Wendy’s ear. “Start slowly. Pretend she is your lover. Caress her skin. Get her so hot she wants you to crawl inside her!”

Wendy turned to the bed and took time to work out where to start!

Wendy slowly climbed onto the bed. She lowered herself, without touching Rachel, so she was laid by her side. She studied her body more. She could see Rachel’s chest still pounding. She carefully laid her fingers onto her tummy and began to stroke her caringly. The smoothness of Wendy’s touch felt so sweet to Rachel. Her body tingled from head to toe. Except for her private parts, Wendy explored every crease and curve of her body. She avoided Rachel’s nipples and vagina. After ten minutes of this foreplay Rachel was in heaven. As Wendy’s hand approached close to her secret spot she gyrated and thrust in the direction of her touch, almost begging for more. She let out whimpers of pleasure as Wendy touched her most sensitive parts. Neither girl attempted to speak. They were both too absorbed in the other. Rachel still didn’t know who was making her feel so horny; she just hoped it was somebody nice. From the tenderness she presumed it was a woman, she just hoped it was Wendy!

Seeing Rachel’s nipples so erect pulled Wendy in. She could tease no more. She sat up and straddled Rachel’s body. Her inner thighs touched the soft skin of Rachel’s body which felt so lovely. She had fantasised for a week about getting between Rachel’s legs but now she had her between her own! She had fantasised about it being her face, but her body would do for now. She lowered her lips, tongue and mouth to Rachel’s tender nipples. Taking them one at a time and rhythmically suckling then teasing them with her tongue.
Rachel’s whimpers slowly turned into moans and became louder and longer as her sexual torment continued.

Miss West was looking on as she perched at the end of the bed by Rachel’s feet. She had hitched her gown right up into a bundle at her lap. Her hand was on the bed high between her legs and she slowly gyrated herself against her wrist as the two young girls made love on her bed.

Wendy’s hand had lowered now and was inching towards Rachel’s vagina. Her finger tips circled the smooth skin around Rachel’s crease. Wendy could feel the heat and escaping juices from Rachel. She drew the juice out and smeared it into her inner thighs.
As Rachel’s breath became shorter Wendy gave in and began to tenderly run her fingers along her labia. They were wet with excitement.

Rachel held her breath again as she realised she had been touched for the first time. It felt so nice. She was warm all over. Her insides wanted to explode. She didn’t know if she wanted to pee or if it was supposed to feel like this.

Wendy worked her fingers into her slit. She felt so slippery and smooth. She worked up and down her lips as she continued to lick her nipples. She let her finger explore the outside of Rachel’s hole and as she dabbed at it it made a slopping sound. The pressure on her clenched vaginal muscle felt incredible. Wendy was pushing in against the strength of her contracting muscle. As it slipped in, her vagina assisted by sucking and pulling on it. This felt amazing to Wendy too as she aroused such a beautiful virgin.

Miss West still looked on, gyrating on her own sex. The trim of her gown now damp as it rubbed against her vagina and clitoris.

Rachel soon approached orgasm. Wendy felt her building. She worked her clit with nimble fingers and occasionally delved back into her crease for lubrication.

As Rachel reached the brink of her delight she stopped breathing again. She thrust her hips into Wendy’s fingers. She wanted it faster.

Wendy, having been dominated by Miss West so many times, now turned the dominator. She withdrew her fingers from Rachel’s vagina before she was allowed to climax. Rachel’s thrust continued as she almost came without being touched. Wendy looked down on her as her writhes faded. She lowered her face so she could kiss Rachel. The touch shocked Rachel and she flinched and pulled her head to the side. Wendy guided it back to hers with a delicate hand. Their lips eventually locked and both girls breathed out onto the others face as they tingled in delight as they kissed again. It was such a loving kiss and Rachel immediately recognised it as Wendy’s soft lips.
They kissed passionately for several minutes. Occasionally breaking for breathe. Their lips and tongues wrestled with each others and their saliva went from one mouth to another.
Wendy eventually broke the kiss and studied Rachel’s soft mouth.

“Wendy! Is that really you?!” Rachel whispered in hope.

Wendy looked to Miss West for instruction. Miss West gave a smile and a nod. Wendy paused momentarily as she realised Miss West was in a desperate height of pleasure.

“Yes Rachel, it’s me! Wendy.” Wendy replied quietly to Rachel. Rachel whimpered in pleasure as she heard Wendy’s voice again. She reached up for another kiss. Wendy pulled away to deny her of her desire as she had denied her of her orgasm.

Instead she raised herself up a little and pulled herself further up the bed. She wriggled so she was comfortable and lowered herself onto Rachel’s chest. She was now sat on Rachel’s chest with her legs spread either side of her neck, her vagina just two inches from her mouth. As Rachel continued to breathe heavily she inhaled the scent from Wendy’s vagina. She recognised it immediately. It was warm and musky. She had never smelt anything like it before. Although it wasn’t a scent she would be drawn to normally she found herself lusting after it with a basic instinct. She was scared but she wanted to taste Wendy so much. She pushed her head forward to reach it. As she did Wendy raised herself a little to tease her. Rachel was so hot now. She had been on the brink of orgasm in such extraordinary circumstances and now she would do anything. She wanted Wendy. She wanted to please her and she wanted to be pleased by her.
Wendy carefully raised herself up and lowered her vagina onto Rachel’s face. The warm wet crease far into her legs oozed it’s honey onto Rachel’s lips. Wendy was hot too. She was in complete desire for this young girl. She allowed Rachel to lick her slit and probe her hole with her tongue.
Rachel was surprised how good Wendy’s vagina tasted. It tasted different to how she expected it would. She couldn’t get enough. She pushed her tongue in as deep as she could. She wished she had a cock so she could get deeper inside her beautiful new friend.
Wendy continued to make love to Rachel’s face. She writhed back and forth and round in circles and up and down on the end of Rachel’s tongue. Rachel was frantic in her efforts to please Wendy.

Several minutes of absolute pleasure past and Wendy began to reach peak. She looked back over her shoulder to look at Miss West. Miss West was biting her bottom lip to stop herself from ejaculating.

“Miss West! Please….please may I cum?” Wendy struggled with her words through her desperate panting.

“Yes Wendy. Cum on Rachel’s face. Make her drink it!” Miss West replied in a high toned voice as she continued to grind as her fantasy played out in front of her.

“Ooough! Ooough! Fuck me! Ooouh!” Wendy let out several groans as her vagina clenched for the final time and eventually released itself onto Rachel’s face.

“Mmmh! Mmmh!” Rachel too let out an outburst of delight as she realised she had made Wendy cum hard on her face. She tongued her hole and lapped at the escaping juice. She swallowed as the flow of sex continued into her mouth. Her tonguing became softer as Wendy slowly began to move away. Rachel was gentle, she wanted her to stay as long as possible.
Wendy eventually stood up above Rachel. Rachel wished she could see her.

Wendy soon noticed Miss West was now touching herself with her hand. Frantically rubbing her clit.
Not forgetting her duty Wendy climbed from the bed and positioned herself between her bosses legs ready to please her in any anyway she could.

Miss West nodded and pulled her hand away and leaned back a little, allowing room for Wendy to finish her off.
It took seconds for Miss West to cum. Rachel heard her moans. She couldn’t believe she was in the middle of a sex triangle! She had just given oral sex to a girl who was now performing it on another woman! She felt so dirty. How did she get into this?!

Miss West stood up and walked out of the bedroom after Wendy had finished pleasuring her.

Wendy was still horny and new she was alone with a restrained girl. Now she could treat her as she had been treated by so many other women!

She stood on the bed again. Turned around and lowered herself, bum first onto Rachel’s face. Rachel could barely breathe. It took her a moment to decide it was the same taste as before. She guessed right it was Wendy and not Miss West.
With her pussy over her mouth and her arse hole over her nose Wendy grinded herself hard into Rachel. Rachel sucked air through the corner of her mouth to give her enough breathe to wiggle her tongue inside Wendy’s vagina. It was difficult but she was so desperate to please Wendy. The musty taste from the mix of sexual fluids and sweat worked Rachel into a frenzy again. She puffed hard and shoved her nose as deep as she could into Wendy’s tight sphincter.

Just as Miss West returned to the room Wendy came again. She gyrated back and forth allowing Rachel to lick her clean, from the top of her vagina, across her bum hole and up between her ass cheeks. She repeated the move several times. The feeling was immense and she screamed in pleasure. Rachel wanted to lick and lick and swallow every bead of sweat and cum.

Wendy looked at Miss West fearing she may be reprimanded for cuming without her say so. Instead she got a smile and a quick; “You too girls having fun?”

“Yes Miss West.”

“Yes Miss West.”

Miss West smiled at the sweet reply from her two girls.
From behind her Miss West produced another silk tie. She approached the bed and instructed Wendy down so she too could be blindfolded. Wendy acted accordingly. She was left naked by the side of the bed while Miss West untied the restraints on Rachel’s ankles. Rachel was relieved to regain some movement. She was still so horny.
Next Miss West untied her wrists and helped her to her feet. She then proceeded to remove the boots from Rachel which were becoming hot and uncomfortable.
She then walked Rachel to Wendy and stood them next to each other. They both stood naked and blindfolded. Rachel, feeling Wendy’s presence, reached for her hand and they held each other tightly.

After a couple of minutes stood waiting Miss West took Rachel and instructed her to kneel on the floor. She then took Wendy and laid her width ways across the bed with her genitals near the edge. She then turned to Rachel again and stood in front of her. She reached around behind her and slowly removed her blindfold.

Rachel let out a gasp as she saw what was before her! Miss West threw down the blindfold and looked at Rachel to gesture to be quiet.
This was the first time Rachel had been able to look into Miss West’s eyes since she had been stripped naked. It was an embarrassing moment for her. It was easy when she could not see Miss West looking back at her. The difficultness turned into a heart pumping lust for more sex! Now Rachel could see all three of them naked! Three naked females making love! The thought made her wetter. Miss West’s body was beautiful she thought to herself.
Rachel looked again at what had made her gasp! Miss West was wearing a huge strap on cock! Rachel had never seen a real cock or a rubber one! It was about 7 inches, but to this cock virgin it looked big!

Silently Miss West offered it to Rachel’s mouth. The inexperience showed as Rachel’s struggled with the intrusion as it entered her mouth. She ran her tongue along it and gently sucked the tip. Miss West took Rachel’s head and held it still. She then slowly guided the cock in and out of her mouth. It pushed back on her tongue and at times Rachel felt like she might gag. After a couple of minutes Miss West withdrew it and turned to Wendy.

She took her by her ankles and lifted them. She opened her legs and guided the tip towards her opening.
As she slowly pushed in Wendy could feel the cold wet cock opening her up. She gasped and bit her tongue softly. She knew what it was but wondered who was to fuck her.

“Do you want me to fuck you Wendy?”

“Oh, yes Miss West, anything for you!” Wendy replied as she realised it was Miss West.

“Do you want me to fuck you with my cock!?”

“Oh, yes Miss West, anything for you!”

“Your friend is watching Wendy. Rachel is on her knees watching as I’m about to fuck you with my cock!”

With that Miss West allowed the cock to sink into Wendy’s vagina.

“Ohhh Yes! Ohhh fuck me Miss West!”

Miss West began to thrust. She guided it in skilfully, pushing to the hilt. As she fucked her young girl she turned to Rachel.

“Watch how I fuck Wendy Rachel! You are next!”

Rachel gasped in anticipation. She wasn’t sure her young vagina could take such a large thing.

Miss West continued. Wendy soon became used to the obtrusion in her pussy and her juices began to lubricate the cock making it even more pleasurable.

Rachel watched as Wendy began to pant. Her hips raised off the bed and her head rolled back accentuating her neck and shoulder. Beads of sweat appeared on her chest and ran down her breasts and tummy. Miss West’s thrust became deeper and harder and eventually Wendy’s wilt buckled and she came hard, her pussy grasping at the cock inside her.
Miss West pulled out immediately, leaving Wendy to writhe in her pleasure. She turned and offered the cock to Rachel’s mouth again. Rachel was only too pleased to taste Wendy again and cleaned every drop.

“Get on the bed! Put your ass in the air!” Miss West barked at Rachel.

“Oh, yes Miss West, anything for you!” Rachel jumped on the bed next to Wendy. At last her turn for some attention!

“Wendy off the bed! Get on your knees behind me! Thank me for making you cum!”

“Oh, yes Miss West, anything for you! Thank you for making me cum!”

“I don’t want to hear you! Thank me!”

Wendy understood and moved herself closer so she could eat Miss West.

Miss West took hold of Rachel’s young Waist. She pushed the glistening cock to Rachel’s vagina. She slid it in to a loud moan from Rachel.

Miss West fucked her from behind as Wendy ate her pussy and ass. Wendy dipped from one hole to another and Miss West continued to thrust. As Miss West got more turned on her own juices ran. Her pussy juices mixed with juice from her arse and Wendy lapped at it all. Wendy was so pleased to be tasting Miss West again. She treated her like an idle. She wanted to do everything and anything for her. Rachel was still learning her submissive role, but now, on all fours on Miss West’s bed she felt so exposed with her arse in the air and Miss West having a full view of it all. Miss West put her left hand on Rachel’s waist and grabbed her ass cheek with her right. She squeezed it and pushed and pulled, opening Rachel’s tight anus. She allowed her thumb to move to the opening of her ass. As she squeezed her hand her thumb pressured Rachel’s little hole. Gradually her thumb started to push open her sphincter and the tip entered Rachel’s tightest hole. The pleasure from the strap on thrapping at her pussy almost disguised her ass being intruded, until finally Miss West pushed her thumb right in. Rachel let out a high pitched scream. Miss West’s thrusts didn’t falter as she continued her barrage on Rachel’s two holes. Her screams soon turned to moans of pleasure as her ass relaxed to accept its fate. The attention was too much for Rachel and the orgasm which Wendy had nearly given her earlier returned to full force. Her little ass tightened on Miss West’s thumb and her vagina pulled the cock in deeper with its contractions. Rachel’s body went limp and she flopped to the bed. Now lying on her tummy Miss West climbed on top of her as she continued to fuck her from behind. Wendy stood up and bent over the bed to continue licking her Mistresses ass.
Miss West put her mouth to Rachel’s ear.
“Do you like been fucked Rachel? Do you liked been fucked from behind by a woman? You are my little slut! You are mine now! You will do as I say, when I say and to who I say! Is that right slut?” Miss West pulled on Rachel’s hair as she spoke.

“Yes Miss West. I love it. Don’t stop! I am yours now! Do with me what you want!” Rachel spoke between deep breaths. She had sweat on her brow as she reached the last throws of passion.

“Ooough! Ooough! Ooogh I’m cuming!” Rachel screamed at the top of her voice. The sound was superb. Wendy was so turned on by Rachel’s raw sounds. She licked faster. She licked Miss West’s ass as she shoved a finger into her pussy and fucked her.
Miss West had never had two such enthusiastic girls in her bed! She too reached the heights of passion and came hard under the obedience of Wendy’s mouth and fingers. Rachel’ body tightened one last time before it rose off the bed and sank back down uncontrollable as she came to the thrusts of Miss West.

The three women crawled onto the bed and lay panting for several minutes. Miss West removed Wendy’s blindfold. They were all sweaty and their pussy’s raw with sex. Their juices glistened on their thighs and filled the room with an unmistakeable musk.

Miss West was the first to move.

She stood up and looked back down at the girls. “I have a busy afternoon. I will be around the house but will not require your services till later. You two will come and bathe me then you will spend the rest of the day in my house and gardens. You will act like lovers. You will shower together. You will make sandwiches for each other. There are dvds to watch in the living room. You may watch them curled up on the sofa together. You will remain naked or in your underwear if you wish. You must kiss and cuddle regularly. I expect you to make love before dinner too. Give me your wrists.”

The two girls held out their arms obediently. They both wanted to thank Miss West’s for her last instructions but decided to remain silent. Miss West produced a set of handcuffs. She snapped one link over Wendy’s left wrist and one over Rachel’s right. The two cuffs were joined by a metal chain about four feet long.

“You will also need to pee in front of each other as you will be left chained until I say differently. Is all that clear and fair?!”

“Yes Miss West.”

“Yes Miss West” Both girls responded in sweet soft voices.

Rachel and Wendy followed Miss West to her bathroom to bathe her.

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