Author: admin

I have set this story around the mid 19th Century in England and tried to keep the language and attitudes appropriate to the period as far as possible. This isn’t intended to be a purely lesbian story, it’s just the way Part 1 has turned out as I wanted to keep things to a readable length. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it.

Julia lay in her bed and tried to concentrate. There was silence throughout the house and not even a faint whisper from the leaves in the trees outside her window in the sultry, humid August air to distract her. She fancied that if she listened really hard she could hear the soft breathing of her younger sister Elizabeth, asleep in the next bed and tried to pluck up the courage to take the first faltering steps to awakening her senses.

She closed her eyes and concentrated purely on herself. This journey had begun a few weeks ago when her best friend Charlotte had discovered a book while idly looking through her father’s library. The book was written in a strange script that had been painstakingly translated in to English in the margins and preached a hedonistic lifestyle quite divorced from the strictly regimented and closed society of rural, middle class England.

This was a society where men and women were treated equally and their needs were on an equal footing. This equality extended to sex and much of the text described in great detail how men and women could achieve a sense of wellbeing through love making, each page elaborately and beautifully illustrated with the entwined figures and what she presumed to be the local flora and fauna.

Julia had hardly considered this before, as young ladies of her social class and age were expected to act with decorum at all times, and to use their modesty and accomplishments to win the hearts of prospective husbands. The whole process of marriage was a game, part ritual and part political in which the woman had precious little control and love was a long way down the list after duty, honour and expedience.

In the following days, she and Charlotte had read through the entire text and the revelations it contained. Every form of sexual union was celebrated, with none being taboo although the text warned against having children by close relatives which was said to cause weakness in the bloodline. At first Julia had blushed at the direct and straightforward nature of the book but she became increasingly fascinated with this alternative outlook on society.

Science was increasingly pushing at the boundaries of man’s knowledge and one effect of this was to shake the foundations of the religion that had always been accepted as the bedrock of existence. She began to question why she should be constrained in her behaviour and why her situation was so unequal in virtually all areas to her brother. She questioned why modesty and restraint were held to be virtues instead of the pleasures to be obtained from sex in a society that could celebrate such actions rather than censor them. Yet her current situation was built on a reputation that took her family generations to build and would take mere moments to destroy, and sensible of the effect her actions could have on her beloved family she could not embrace her new found knowledge openly but had to wait until the dead of night, like a thief.

There had been a lengthy chapter on the joys to be had by one self and Julia had read that chapter avidly this morning, making a pact with Charlotte that both of them would experiment tonight and meet the following day to discuss the experience. The chapter seemed to be aimed primarily at girls a little younger than Julia, who had recently turned sixteen, but her total lack of experience in this area seemed to make this as good a place to start as any as well as allowing her to dip her toe into this different and exciting world without compromising the life she was obliged to live.

She looked across to make sure her sister was asleep, silently slid back her bedclothes and removed her nightdress with a graceful movement. Julia looked at her slim, naked body and lay back on the bed, her long golden hair spreading out over her shoulders.

Even this was unfamiliar to her, as she had become accustomed to getting dressed with the aid of a ladies maid, her body hidden for modesty’s sake. Once more she closed her eyes and concentrated, trying to remember what was in the book. The overriding theme was to take your time and discover your body and what it desires – ‘each of us is different’.

Using the tips of her fingers she delicately traced a line down the side of her body, past her slim waist and the flare of her hips and onwards down her outer thigh. Julia liked this feeling, it was sensual rather than ticklish, especially when her fingers made the return trip over the more sensitive skin of her inner thigh.

‘Take your time’ she thought as she traced her fingers upwards over her flat, taut belly towards the globes of her generous breasts, deliberately skirting them and continuing upwards to the nape of her neck. She shivered slightly as her fingers found the erogenous zone behind her ears before skirting her breasts again and down towards her thighs.

Julia raised her legs and this time her fingers moved behind her knees and up the back of her thighs before veering away from her pussy and returning to the valley between her twin peaks. She felt hot and dipped her fingers in a glass of water she had by her bedside, allowing the droplets to fall on her heated flesh, running in rivulets down her sides and dampening the sheets causing new sensations as her fingers circled round her belly, spreading the cooling water over a larger area.

An image of George, Charlotte’s brother, formed in her mind and she tried to imagine what his tall, handsome figure would look like unclothed. Julia’s hands gently cupped her tits and she massaged the soft mounds gently, rubbing her thumbs across the area of her nipples, feeling them grow and stiffen beneath her touch. Her breathing deepened as she gently tweaked her nipples before pulling at them and squeezing them harder mixing pain with the pleasure until it was difficult to know where one ended and the other began but she knew was that she was experiencing something new and wonderful.

Julia lifted one of her breasts with its engorged and reddened nipple to her mouth and tenderly licked and sucked at it while her other hand descended in slow sweeping movements towards her luxuriant blonde bush, spacing her fingers as she reached her goal so that they spread each side of her virgin slit and allowed the palm of her hand to cup the prominent mound.

She began to rub in slow circular movements as the feelings of lust in her young body steadily grew but she was not ready yet, not quite aroused enough. She slid both hands under her tits again and pushed them together, squeezing them upwards and rolling her nipples between thumb and forefinger before descending again to her pussy, this time allowing one of her fingers to trail along the line of her closed lips, shivering with anticipation. Julia increased the pressure on her labia, expecting them to part but they remained tight shut. She needed to see what she was doing so she turned up the light in the oil lamp and took a small mirror from her dressing table and placed it between her knees.

The sight of her pussy in the mirror made her feel even more aroused and she gently slid both hands either side of her outer lips and pulled them apart, using an exploratory finger to rub along the emerging gap. Julia shivered again at the heightened sensitivity of this area, and needing more lubrication, put her finger in her mouth before returning to her sweet nether regions. She carefully traced around the outer lips of her hitherto untouched love hole, feeling more and more aroused, mixing the lubrication on her finger with the growing moisture in her pussy, all the while watching her reflected finger dreamily slip between her puffy outer lips.

Once her finger was wet with her love juices, Julia moved deeper and upwards, searching for the bud of her clitoris. She moaned as she found it, sending a jolt through her body, surprised by just how sensitive it was and made sure her fingers were thoroughly covered in her pussy cream before returning to it, just grazing it this time rather than rubbing it directly, letting out a low moan of sheer pleasure that she stifled in her pillow.

Julia explored every inch of her boiling cunt, moving to her inner labia, and putting an exploratory finger deeper into her hole. Her other hand returned to her clit, and feeling bolder, she now circled the erect little bud with her finger, soaked with the fragrant juices that were leaking copiously from her honey trap.

Julia’s breaths were becoming deeper, the pleasurable feelings became more and more intense as she looked at her juicy pussy, the surrounding hair matted, the lips parted like a flower in full bloom. The movement of her fingers became quicker and more intense as the pleasure grew, a small scream escaping her lips.

She shot a worried look towards Elizabeth who still slept on and buried her face in her pillow as she experienced her first shattering orgasm, her body rigid and clamping down on her finger buried deep inside her twat. How long she lay there she did not know, it felt like fireworks going off in her brain as waves of pleasure overtook her and she slumped back on to the bed.

Julia was elated but still wanted more, even though this had surpassed her expectations. George’s image came back into her mind, followed by that of Charlotte, beautiful flame headed Charlotte.
She tried to shut Charlotte’s image out but quickly scolded herself – her imagination must be allowed to take flight and nothing is taboo.

Her heated thoughts still surprised her though and she explored them further, imagining Charlotte and George both naked and waiting on her, their hands roaming over her tender young body. She imagined giving herself willingly, of George positioning himself between her legs while Charlotte bent her mouth towards hers for a kiss. Julia’s fingers ware busy again, tweaking at her nipples and ravaging her pussy, building herself up to another climax as great as the first before her fingers were flooded once more with her pungent, orgasmic juices. She panted as if she had just run a mile, her body covered in a light sheen of sweat. As her breathing slowed, and she descended from the tingling heights she slipped her night gown back on and fell into an exhausted, deliriously happy sleep.

The following morning, Julia was awoken as usual by her maid, pulling back the heavy drapes.
‘Good morning Miss’ said the maid cheerily. ‘I have your water for washing here and I’ll be back in a few minutes to help you get dressed’.

Thank you Maisie, replied Julia, dragging herself out of bed towards the bowl. This morning ritual was quite enjoyable in the summer but could be a trial in the winter when the room was cold despite the fire in the grate and the water was chill to the touch.

‘Good morning Elizabeth. Did you sleep well’ she said to her younger sister who was stretching and yawning in the next bed.
‘Fine thanks. I have Latin lesson today with Reverend Greene’ she said screwing up her face.
‘Julia, who was the last person you heard talking Latin, apart from Reverend Greene of course?. I don’t think I have heard anyone speak it in everyday language except to try and impress those who don’t understand it’.

Julia smiled, watching Elizabeth begin her morning ablutions and wondered what she would make of the book. She wished it had a title but it just appeared to be a collection of notes that had been arranged more or less into a complete work. Elizabeth carefully washed beneath her nightclothes over the swelling buds of her breasts. Julia noted that her sister had changed enormously in the past year from a little girl of thirteen to a girl on the verge of womanhood. In many ways she was quite unlike Julia who was all blonde hair, pale blue eyes and generous curves, the quintessential English rose, while Elizabeth was dark haired like her father and of a slim, athletic build, an accomplished musician who obviously hated Latin.

Her beauty, like Julia’s, came from her mother’s side with her fine bone structure and well proportioned features. Lady Creswell expected all her daughters to marry well and was already busying herself with potential suitors for Julia.

‘You have a streak of rebelliousness in you. I like that, it shows you are thinking for yourself and you are most definitely growing up’ Julia announced.
Elizabeth flushed with pride at this. ‘I will try my best to please the Reverend for Mama’s sake but I swear I shall not speak a word of the language in public for as long as I live’.

Julia laughed at her seriousness but further chatter was brought to a halt as Maisie returned with clothes for both girls and helped them as they got dressed. This particular part of the ritual irked Julia who waited patiently while Elizabeth was dressed and went down for breakfast.

‘Why does this have to be so awkward Maisie?’ she grumbled as she fiddled with her clothing beneath the nightwear. ‘All of us women are made in the same way’.
‘How do you know someone won’t come walking in miss’, said Maisie looking shocked, ‘and you standing there naked as the day you were born’.
Julia looked at Maisie who was a little older than she was, a plain girl but with a good strong figure and a generally happy demeanour. ‘Would you be embarrassed?’ she said.
‘It ain’t right miss for a lady such as yourself’ said Maisie uncomfortably, helping Julia into her underclothes.

‘In your family you must have seen your sisters as they do not have ladies to help them dress, so why is it any different to me?.
Maisie looked at her with incomprehension. ‘It just is miss’ she said.
Julia sighed to herself and stayed silent as Maisie finished helping her into her dress, tying the cords at the back. The onward march of womanhood and civilization itself usually foundered on people such as Maisie who were totally unable to see beyond what was immediate, familiar and comfortable she thought to herself, and after thanking her maid, she joined the rest of her family at breakfast.

As usual, there was food of every description laid out on plates and in steaming tureens on the sideboard. Julia helped herself to a plateful and, after kissing her father and mother, sat at the table. Elizabeth was there with Edward her older brother, who with his blonde wavy hair, blue eyes and fine figure was a favourite with the local girls at the balls that were held from time to time in the area.

At the foot of the table was Cassandra, the youngest at twelve. There was something about Cassandra that unnerved Julia. She tried to decide if it was her dark eyes or the way that when she spoke to you it seemed as if she had a window into your soul. Then there was Cassandra’s vindictiveness, in stark contrast to the rest of the family. Cassandra would never let a perceived slight or anything she regarded as unfair pass without exacting some kind of retribution, and this could be vicious as at least two members of the household who had been dismissed would attest. Both Julia and Edward had crossed her in the past and both had been left with the undeniable feeling that they had come off second best but as she was her father’s favourite she appeared untouchable.

‘What do you intend to do today, Julia? enquired her mother.
‘I need to visit the Thompsons’ she replied, as Albert has broken his arm and to look in on Marion’s new baby. I thought that I would call in at Charlotte’s on my way back’.
‘Excellent’ said Lady Creswell dabbing the side of her mouth with a napkin. Make sure that you have milk for the baby and provisions for the Thompsons as they can ill afford the loss of Albert’s income’.
‘I have already asked Cook and she has promised to have them ready for me before I leave’.

Lady Creswell smiled at her daughter and hoped that at least part of the reason for her calling on Charlotte so regularly was to acquaint herself with George who was heir to the vast estates of Lord Rainham. Julia was a beautiful girl and still only sixteen but Lady Creswell was determined to see her installed at Rainham Park sooner rather than later.

The rest of breakfast passed with the usual light chatter and Julia was soon collecting parcels of food and a jug of milk from the cook and heading along the dusty road towards the cottages housing her father’s tenants mounted on her favourite bay mare. The sun was warm on her face with a light summer breeze as the mare broke into a gentle trot, its hooves rhythmically beating a tattoo, as she gazed upon the landscape, turned gold and brown as the harvest time neared. She could see many workers in the fields, some on her father’s land as a part of the duty they owed him and some tending their own smallholdings on which they would grow much of their own food, sowing and reaping different crops in time with the seasons.

As she neared the cottages, she passed small children playing on the verges and women making and mending or busy with the housework. Julia knew all of her father’s tenants by name and exchanged pleasantries as she rode towards the Thompson’s cottage towards the far end of the street. As she slowed by the front door, Jim, the Thompson’s eldest boy at 15, arose from the plough he was hitching to his horse and held the mare while Julia dismounted.

‘Good Morning miss, what brings you here?’ he said brightly.
‘I have some milk for the baby and some provisions to help out while your father cannot work’.
‘He don’t hold much with charity miss’ said Jim rubbing his chin.
‘It’s not charity, its good sense’ said Julia firmly. ‘My father has always put the welfare of his tenants high on his list of priorities as you well know’.

This was true, the Creswells had always had the reputation of fine landlords and their tenants enjoyed some of the best housing and land in the neighbourhood. Yet even this did not seem to be enough in the past few years, as the steady stream of folk leaving the countryside for the towns in search of a better life working in the burgeoning factories and mills threatened to leave the great estates undermanned. The old order was changing, the new landowners were the newly enriched industrialists as the gentry slowly disappeared either through their own mismanagement or crippling death duties. These new owners did not share a love of the land or its people or the principle of noblesse oblige, the unwritten bond that bound the landlord and his tenants together. Julia could only wonder at what the future held for the heartland of England.

‘Well, don’t say I didn’t warn you. He’s right grumpy today’ laughed Jim as he tied the mare to a fence post and stood aside to allow Julia to enter the cottage. Julia was aware of the quick movement of his eyes as he took in her figure and smiled to herself as she entered the doorway into the small front room.

Her conversation with Albert and Marion was short but pleasant. True to form, Albert had at first declined the provisions she had brought, but his objections were half hearted and mainly for show as his wife thanked Julia warmly and graciously accepted the present. There was much chatter about the baby Maud and the care of young infants that had Albert thinking that even with his broken arm he would far rather be pushing a plough up and down the field than listen to these two women. Unfortunately for him, he decided to voice this opinion and was rewarded with a scolding from Marion on the subject of manners where she scarcely seemed to pause for breath for a full five minutes.

A short while later, Julia bade Marion and a distinctly chastened Albert goodbye and turned the mare in the direction of Rainham Park.
As she neared her destination she urged her mount into a gallop, impatient to meet Charlotte and spill her news, wondering what delights her best friend had experienced and whether they were the same as her own. Charlotte was waiting for her as she reached the impressive wrought iron gates to the estate, flanked by large Romanesque pillars carved from the local stone. The pair rode back to the house, dismounting and handing their horses to the groom before heading into one of the less formal gardens with a swing at the back, slung between two large oak trees.

Charlotte sat on the swing, idly kicking her feet while Julia sat in front of her stretched out on the grass.
‘So how was it last night?’ said Julia, her eyes ablaze with excitement before launching headlong into a long and detailed explanation of her own exploits. Charlotte listened wide eyed but grew more nervous and fidgety as Julia’s tale drew to a close.

‘Your turn now’ she said at length.
‘In truth there’s not much to tell’ said Charlotte quietly. ‘Oh Julia, I wanted to do something but I couldn’t get settled, I didn’t feel comfortable’.
Julia felt let down and even betrayed in a funny sort of way.
‘You promised’ she said, ‘and you have listened to my story with nothing to tell of your own’. ‘You even have a room to yourself whereas I have to share with Elizabeth and there is no-one within a distance where they could possibly hear you’.

‘I know’ said Charlotte, embarrassed that she had broken her promise.
Charlotte felt miserable. In truth she had persuaded herself out of doing anything as she was sure that Julia’s courage would fail her but now she was left with the appearance of being weak and indecisive. This feeling was both unfamiliar and uncomfortable to her and she resolved to remedy the situation as soon as she was able.

‘I promise I will keep our pact’ said Charlotte quietly.
Julia looked at the hurt in the eyes of her best friend and her heart melted.
‘It makes a change that I have proved to be bolder than you’ she said with a hint of laughter in her voice ‘and I find it most agreeable’.

Charlotte was about to reply but further discussion was halted by a maid scurrying across the lawn bearing a letter on a silver tray. She curtsied to Charlotte, who took the letter from the tray, and withdrew immediately.

She opened the letter and read it together with the card it contained and her features brightened.
‘There is to be a summer ball in Leighton hosted by the Windleshams’ she announced. ‘I expect your parents have received an invitation as well’.

Julia hurried over to look at the letter and read it excitedly. The Windlesham’s social events were famous in the County for their size and splendour and were invariably a highlight of the season.
The two girls were soon planning dresses, dancing partners and all the paraphernalia that surrounded such an important event in their lives.

‘We must practice the latest dances, the Windleshams are certain to have brought the latest fashions from London’ said Charlotte. ‘Seeing as you are feeling so superior at the moment you can take the part of the man’.
‘Come’ she said standing up and Julia took her place next to her, lightly taking her hand and with a light hum the two of them began the intricate, formal dance.

Charlotte was concentrating on her line, and Julia admired her slim, lithe, pert breasted figure with her striking, flame red hair, emerald eyes and milky, unblemished skin. Julia’s part in the dance was simpler and she acted as a perfect foil for Charlotte, allowing her to perform the graceful turns with ease. As they changed direction, Charlotte stumbled and Julia steadied herself and caught her in her arms. Memories of the previous night flooded into her brain, her face just inches from Charlotte’s……close….too close.

The surroundings appeared to become indistinct, she was focussed on that gorgeous face and nothing else, the blood pounding in her ears. She brushed Charlotte’s lips with her own, scarcely realising that she had done so, as if some external entity controlled her movements.

‘Julia, you mustn’t’ whispered Charlotte yet her body remained inert in her arms without even a token attempt to break away.
‘You are truly beautiful my love’, whispered Julia and holding her girlfriend with what she supposed was a manly embrace, crushed Charlotte’s lips with a kiss.

‘Not here’. Charlotte’s voice trembled and the two of them half walked and half ran through a stretch of woodland towards a building positioned near the centre of the park. Julia recognised it as a folly, a miniature of the Pantheon, the ancient Roman temple originally built for the ancient pagan Gods before becoming a Christian temple. The two girls mounted the steps and entered the shadowy recess beyond.
‘Julia, I’m not sure…’ began Charlotte before her mouth was once again entwined with her best friend’s, her lover.

Julia pinned Charlotte lightly against the wall, her kiss more urgent, more passionate than before. She let her tongue pass between her lips, searching, probing. The body that she held stiffened and then yielded and her tongue danced with Charlotte’s sending waves of pleasure through her senses.

Julia was relishing her dominant role and lightly ran her fingers over Charlotte’s body, eliciting a positive response as she searches the erogenous zones around her neck and ears. Further exploration was frustrated by the thick material of Charlotte’s dress so Julia boldly reached down and began to unbutton the front down to just above her waist. She eased the garment from Charlotte’s slim shoulders and with a firm movement pushed both the dress and the undergarment down, revealing her pert, firm breasts each one topped with a large pink nipple that stiffened in the cool shade of the folly.

Julia ran her hands lightly over them, lightly teasing the erect teats in the way that she had aroused her own the previous evening. She was rewarded with a low moan from Charlotte.
‘Oh that feels heavenly’ she gasped. ‘Your description from last night hardly does it justice’.
Julia squeezed the nipple and Charlotte squeaked with pleasure.

‘Oh please carry on, it’s giving me the most delicious feelings, I can’t explain it’.
Julia bent her head to take the engorged nipple into her mouth. When she had first seen this illustrated in the book it had seemed a strange sight to see someone suckling like a baby and yet now it felt the most natural thing in the world.

She let her tongue circle the firm flesh before sucking it into her mouth and nibbling very gently on it. Charlotte’s sighs emboldened her further, and she took the other nipple into her mouth, working her hands at Charlotte’s dress, loosening the laces and pushing it further down her body until she eased it over the gentle flare of her hips and the garment slid to the floor.

Julia giggled, amused that Charlotte’s slim legs were encased in voluminous bloomers that extended down to mid calf. She led her deeper into the recess of the building towards the love seat and knelt before her, eased her thumbs into the bloomers and drew them down slowly to reveal Charlotte’s long legs, sheathed in pure white silk stockings and her bright red muff of pubic hair, the same colour that adorned her head.

Julia gently eased her back on to the seat cushions. ‘Now I will truly show you what you missed last night’ she whispered.
‘Someone may come and see us’ whimpered Charlotte but there was no way Julia would give up now. She gently pushed Charlotte’s thighs apart, the red folds of her outer labia becoming visible though the flame bush. Julia ran her fingers along the inner thigh, feeling a slight shiver of anticipation from her lover as she lightly brushed the sensitive skin, her motions unhurried as she circled her prize.

Charlotte’s eyes were closed and she was lightly chewing on her bottom lip as Julia teased her, her body arching as she willed Julia’s caresses to give her release.
Her body stiffened with a jolt as Julia ran her fingers over the lips of her pussy using her thumbs to gently prise them apart. She could already see juices beginning to leak from her hole and breathed in the heady musk of Charlotte’s arousal.

Her fingers moved deeper and upward, searching out the erect button of flesh that was the centre of her passion and grazed it lightly, smiling at the noises of sheer pleasure coming from her friend. Julia steadily worked her fingers in and around Charlotte’s pussy, feeling her excitement building as her love pit became wetter and wetter. With a cry, Charlotte thrust her hips upwards and clamped her thighs around Julia’s hand as she shook with her first orgasm. As she relaxed, Julia parted her creamy thighs again and looked lovingly at the open pussy in front of her. Her heart hammered as she remembered the next sequence of pictures in the book. It had all seemed so distasteful back then and Julia had been sure that she could never commit such an act on a man or woman but now she felt so aroused that anything seemed possible.

She ran her fingers through the soft pubic fur and lowered her head, planting a light kiss on Charlotte’s outer labia. She poked out her tongue experimentally to taste the pungent juices, finding them salty but not unpleasant before parting those sweet lips and running her tongue from the bottom to the top of her slit.

She fastened her lips around the erect clitoris and sucked it gently, swirling her tongue around the bud. She felt Charlotte’s hand on the back of her head, stroking her hair and driving her tongue deeper into her pussy, her cries becoming louder as she neared her climax. Julia inserted a finger as well, flicking her tongue in and out of her juicy cunt, sending Charlotte over the edge, filling Julia’s mouth with her sex juices as her hips bucked wildly, smearing her orgasm over her face.

They lay together for a while before Charlotte finally broke the silence.
‘That is the most wonderful feeling I’ve ever had’ she whispered. ‘To think it was with another woman as well, truly the thought had never entered my head’.
‘Nor mine before last night’ replied Julia. ‘I did not admit that earlier for fear of
shocking you’.
The two girls looked at each other and laughed.

‘So now it’s your turn’ said Charlotte firmly. ‘It would be most unfair if I had all the fun’.
She stood up and slowly disrobed Julia, becoming more excited as her body came into view. Her breasts were a little larger than Charlotte’s, her hips a little wider, more feminine somehow. She looked into Julia’s crystal blue eyes and kissed her soft, sensual lips, her urgent tongue seeking its soul mate. Julia lay on the seat and let Charlotte run her fingers and her tongue all over her body, willingly parting her thighs to give her access to her moist pussy.

The feeling of Charlotte’s tongue on her clitoris surpassed anything she had experienced the previous evening and she was soon writhing with abandoned pleasure as she was pleasured by her friend,
her orgasm swiftly rising in her loins as Charlotte’s tongue lashed back and forth along her boiling slit. With a cry she came, harder than she had come before as Charlotte buried her middle finger deep into her snatch and squeezed her erect nipples to heighten the pleasure still further.

The two girls lay together, their heavy breathing gradually subsiding as they returned to their senses, A sound, some way off startled them and they quickly rose and helped one another into their clothes.
‘We best get back to the house before we are missed’ said Charlotte. Julia nodded and after one last lingering kiss they left the folly and retraced their steps through the wood.

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Chase and her family have to pass through the ruins of Portland to reach Washington State.

The Devil’s Pact, The Tyrants’ Daughter
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2015

Chapter Thirteen: Portland

Notes: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this!

Monday, July 4th, 2072 – Sarah Glassner – Outskirts of Portland, OR

I couldn’t sleep. We would be entering Portland in the morning. The city looked ruined, the half-destroyed buildings stretching for miles and miles towards the blue line of the Columbia River. For such a major city, it was terrifying that it wasn’t as well maintained or even inhabited. No travel seemed to come from the city. There were probably bandits occupying the city, but we had no choice. It would take days hiking up or down the river to the next bridge. Time was growing short.

My teeth chattered. I prayed to my father, to God, to anyone that would listen to protect us as we crossed through the ruined city. Washington State was on the other side of the river. I couldn’t wait to get out of war-torn Oregon.

“Still can’t sleep,” Aoifa whispered as she pressed against my right side, her round, freckled breasts rubbing against my side.

“No. I’m too tense.”

“You need to relax,” Aoifa smiled, her hand sliding up to cup my lactating breast. Her fingers swirled around my nipple, the nub hardening. “The Gods will watch over us. You’re His daughter. He wants this trip to work.”

“Why?”

“We’ll aide Their rebirth,” Aoifa smiled. “Chase will realize how wrong she was. It will be amazing.”

I swallowed. Did I want that? The world was so much better when my father and his wife were in control. And I would be a demigoddess. People would worship me. I would have all the luxuries that I could ever want. I would never have to be afraid of my heritage.

“I guess that sounds nice.”

“Of course it does,” purred Aoifa as her lips nuzzled into my neck. “Now let me help you rest, divine wife.”

I shuddered as her fingers pinched harder at my nipple, a drop of my milk beading out. I bent down and touched the bead, bringing it to my lips. I savored the creamy, sweet flavor. Aoifa smiled, licking down, eager for a taste.

Everyone loved my breast milk. And I loved sharing it. Aoifa’s lips latched onto my nipple. My body shuddered as the pleasure shot through me. She suckled, drawing out the milk. I held her, moaning softly. I didn’t want to wake up Rex, Reina, and Queenie.

Morning would be the start to a long day.

Aoifa’s hands crept down between my thighs. I parted them, shuddering as her fingers found my wet pussy. She suckled hard, my milk squirting into her hungry lips. I closed my eyes, my fears melting away as the delicious delights of Aoifa’s fingers and lips carried me off into bliss.

“You are so wonderful,” I moaned, stroking her fiery-red hair. She had such exciting hair. They gave her such vibrancy.

Aoifa lifted her lips from my nipple. “And you taste delicious.”

I gasped as her fingers pushed into my dripping pussy. I shuddered and bit my lip as a roll of pleasure washed through me. Aoifa lowered her lips, suckling eagerly. My eyes fluttered as I squirmed in delight.

Reina rolled over in her sleep, her body snuggling up to mine. I held her, enjoying her soft breasts rubbing on my flesh as Aoifa fingered me. The redhead dug her fingers deep into me. I moaned again, my hips bucking and squirming as the pleasure built and built.

Aoifa took a hard suck, filling her mouth with milk. Her green eyes twinkled as she moved up and planted a kiss on my lips. Her tongue thrust into my mouth, sharing my breast milk with me. My pussy clenched in delight. Her thumb brushed my clit.

I came, moaning into her mouth as we snowballed my breast milk. My body bucked and spasmed. Aoifa fingered me harder, her tongue thrusting into my mouth. My moans were muffled by her sweet kiss. I felt so naughty as my pleasure washed through my body and my breast milk poured down my throat, hot and warm.

“Oh, damn,” I panted as Aoifa broke the kiss. “You naughty wife.”

Aofia winked at me. “Just loving you the way your Father would have wanted.”

“Grab the strap-on,” I moaned. “And let me love you back.”

“Oh, yes,” Aoifa shuddered, leaning over to grab it from beside our blankets.

I slipped it on. It was a little awkward with Reina cuddled up against me. She was so cute as she slept. I gave her a quick kiss on the lips after I had the strap-on properly placed, the base of the dildo rubbing on my clit.

Aoifa stretched out beside me, spreading her thighs. Her pussy glistened in the faint light inside our tent. I moved down between her legs, taking a quick swipe through her sweet musk. Aoifa gasped and arched her back as the pleasure trembled through her.

“If you eat me, I’ll scream,” Aoifa moaned. “And wake everyone up.”

“I can’t have that,” I giggled, sliding up her body. I hefted my right breast, still full of milk. “Here’s a pacifier for you.”

I thrust into her tight pussy with the strap-on as Aoifa greedily reached out and grasped my breast. Her mouth locked onto it. I shuddered as she suckled, her cheeks hallowing. My milk squirted into her mouth as my hips pumped the dildo in and out of her pussy. I shuddered with every thrust as the base of the dildo rubbed on my clit.

Fireworks burst inside me. I gasped and shuddered in delight. The pleasure built inside me. Aoifa’s fingers massaged my tits as her mouth greedily sucked. She moaned, vibrating my nipples. Her hips bucked into mine as our bodies undulated together. Waves of tiny bliss rolled through me, emanating from my clit and nipple.

“That’s it,” I purred, my hips fucking her faster. “Drink your fill. Mmm, Mommy loves nursing you.”

Aoifa sucked harder, her body bucking beneath me. My pussy clenched at my kinky words, propelling my hips to fuck her harder and harder. Aoifa’s hands groped my breasts, her teeth nipping my nipple between sucks.

“Your breasts feel wonderful,” I purred. “Mmm, you love it. You love nursing from Mommy.”

Her eyes danced with delight. My milk flooded her mouth with every one of her hungry gulps. My hips hammered her faster. The waves of pleasure rippling through me grew more and more powerful. I fought to keep from moaning loud as I nursed and fucked my wife.

“Drink deeply, baby girl,” I purred. “You need my yummy milk to be strong for tomorrow.”

Aoifa bucked beneath me. Her fingers dug into my teat and her moans were muffled by my nipple. I savored her pleasure. I loved making one of my spouses cum. My hips hammered her harder, my own orgasm building and building.

“Yes! You’re making Mommy feel amazing!” I purred as my orgasm burst through me. I shuddered and thrashed, slamming the dildo deep into her as the pleasure boiled through my body. I clenched my teeth, fighting down the urge to scream.

And then the pleasure left me, and I collapsed on Aoifa. She held me, nuzzling at my neck. I felt so relaxed. My eyes closed and I drifted off to sleep in Aoifa’s arms.

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Tuesday, July 5th, 2072 – Rex Glassner

I held the rifle I liberated from the soldier outside Salem in my arms. It only had four bullets. I wished I had more. It was a bolt action rifle. Reina stood nearby, gazing down into Portland, a smaller caliber rifle in her arms. It was semi-automatic. She would empty the two shots in the weapon’s magazine in a heart beat.

I hoped we wouldn’t need them.

Sarah and Aoifa held hands as they joined us. Sarah’s face seemed pale, but Aoifa whispered encouraging words to her. She was probably quoting scripture from the Glassnerian bible. Aoifa had her faith in my father and step-mother.

I didn’t. I had faith in my family traveling with us.

“We need to be quiet,” Chase said as she looked at the city. “It appears empty, but I doubt it. Let’s not attract notice.”

Sister Stella nodded. Today she held Alison’s bridle. Chase had her bow out and the string limbered, a quiver of arrows dangling at her side from her belt. My older sister scanned the city. The Willamette river was a blue snake winding through the ruins, leading out to the Columbia off in the distance. A bridge spanned the Columbia River, looking green and gray from here. And Washington was on the other side. Mount St. Helens in the distance across the river, its peak looking half-collapsed.

“Let’s do this,” Queenie whispered, coming up alongside me. “I want to get out of Oregon.”

I nodded, giving my wife a playful nudge of my shoulder. “We’ll stroll through Portland and by this afternoon we’ll have left behind this awful place.”

Queenie nodded her head.

Chase led the way, her eyes scanning as we entered the outskirts of Portland. The houses were wooden, one or two stories, their roofs half-collapsed and their yards jungles of grass that obscured the houses. The asphalt of the road was cracked, wild grass and weeds growing out of any crevasse or hole. Roots of trees pushed up bulging lines across the roads. We left I-5 behind. There were barricades across it that seemed too suspicious.

Birds chirped happily in the trees above us while gray-furred squirrels scampered and played. The day grew warmer and warmer as the sun rose. It would be a hot day. Heat danced above the broken asphalt. Bees buzzed around the flowers, happily pollinating, not caring that civilization had ended in Portland.

Keeping a constant vigil was taxing. A headache began to spread across my temples, and it became harder and harder to keep scanning around, looking for any sign that we were in trouble. The residential neighborhoods gave way to the city center. Rusting cars, their tires all flat and rotten, lined streets. Windows were broken and colorful graffiti covered everywhere.

I was beginning to think Portland was deserted when the woman screamed for help.

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Reina Glassner

“Help! Please!” a woman screamed, startling all of us.

We were deep in the city’s heart. Tall buildings loomed around us, made of concrete and steel. Rusting stains dripped down the buildings while creeping vines crawled up them. Faded signs adorned them, proclaiming stores and restaurants that had long been abandoned.

I cast my gaze, looking for the woman.

“I’m hurt! Someone! Anyone! I need help!” sobbed the woman.

I spotted her down an alley. She was at the next block over, lying in the middle of the street clutching her injured leg. She was young, her hair blonde. Her cries for help tore at me. I ran towards her.

“She’s over here!” I shouted.

“No! Stop!” Chase shouted behind me.

I was halfway down the alley littered with garbage and rusted bins when I stopped and turned back. “What?” I asked. “Why?”

“It’s a trap!” Chase yelled, motioning with her arm for me to come back.

I glanced at the girl. She wasn’t alone. There was a man brandishing a gun, aiming at me. I squeaked in fright and raised my rifle. I pulled the trigger. The gun barked twice, kicking into my shoulder as I kept squeezing the trigger.

Both my shots missed.

The man fired back. Concrete dust exploded as the bullet struck the wall near my head. An arrow buzzed past me and took the man in the chest. He fell with a gurgling sigh as I threw my gun away, turned, and ran back down the alley. More gunshots rang out and I screamed, ducking my head.

“We need to move!” Chase shouted, pointing up the street as I burst out of the alley. She fired another arrow as I ran up the street. Sister Stella was already leading Alison in that direction.

Rex ran to me, holding his rifle. He suddenly aimed it, firing and working the bolt action. His shots kept missing a dirty man covered in rags who had burst out of another alley. This man held a club. The rifle clicked every time Rex pulled on the bolt action to chamber another round.

“Come one!” Rex groaned as he chambered the last bullet. The wild man raced right at us, his beard tangled with filth.

Rex fired. The wild man screamed, clutching at his belly as he fell. Rex tossed his empty rifle down and grabbed my hand. I squeezed my twin’s hand as we raced to catch up with Sarah, Aoifa, and Queenie.

“Keep running!” Chase screamed behind us.

With a flash of golden light, Chase appeared beside us. She could teleport with her powers, but she could only take with her what she could hold and not a person. Why were we even with her? If she was alone, she could just teleport to Paradise and stop our father’s rebirth.

Bullets cracked behind us. I hunched my shoulders as we ran, dodging around rusted cars and fallen poles of wood tangled with black wires. I threw a glance over my shoulder. The blonde woman had picked up a weapon and fired at us as she chased. Bullets pinged into rusted cars and crashed into buildings.

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Chase Glassner

“Keep going!” I told the twins as I turned.

Bullets whizzed past me as I drew back my bow, an arrow knocked, and fired. I took the blonde woman in the throat. She crashed to the ground, rolling in a heap as she gurgled in pain. The other bandits kept running, shooting on the move.

If they had bothered to stop and aim, we would have been in real trouble.

I fired a second arrow, taking a bandit in the hip. He stumbled, crashing into a car. His fellows left him behind as he screamed in pain. He ripped out the arrow and blood pumped out of his wounds, squirting through the air. I must have hit the femoral artery.

I summoned the Light and rose into the Heavens before I flashed back down two blocks up the street beside the twins. A horn sounded behind us, a low, rolling tone that seemed to vibrate the air. Another horn answered and a third.

Horns bellowed from all directions.

“How many of them are there?” gasped Reina, throwing another look.

“No idea!”

I had five arrows left. I turned, drawing another. I aimed. A bullet struck my hip. I didn’t flinch as the pain burned through me. I wanted them to shoot me. I could take the pain. I loosed my arrow and caught a bandit in the chest.

“Cunt!” a voice screamed.

I jumped, turning to my right as a filthy, wild-haired woman leaped out from behind a car, a wicked-looking dagger in her hand. She slammed into me, her brown hair whipping into my face as we fell to the ground, her dagger thrusting and trying to stab me.

“Get off me!” I snarled, grabbing her dagger.

She spit in my face. Her breath was foul and her teeth rotten. I headbutted her, breaking her nose and throwing her off of me. I rolled to my feet just in time for a big brute to swing a two-by-four at my head. I ducked the plank and punched the man in the gut.

He didn’t even feel it.

“Gonna enjoy you, cunt,” hissed the big man. He had a huge boil along the side of his nose oozing puss.

I shuddered in disgust.

The big man drew back his two-by-four as the filthy woman scrambled to her feet, blood pouring out of her nose and staining what may have been her blue dress. It was so filthy, I couldn’t be sure. I fell into a crouch. More bandits were rushing me.

Perfect. My family would get away while they focused on me.

And then the shadows moved. A man screamed as tentacles wrapped around him, ripping off his head. My demonic lover crashed into the big man, his jaws crushing my would-be-rapist’s head. Shadows eyes met mine, burning with his love for me.

“Thanks,” I smiled at him. “I love you.”

I said the words without thought. I didn’t even have time to consider them as the filthy woman stabbed at me. I caught her hand, twisted her wrist, and ripped the knife from her grip. I shoved her back and then flashed into light and appeared beside Sister Stella.

“What is that thing?” the nun asked, her eyes narrowing. “Where did the demon come from?”

“I don’t know,” I lied. “Let’s keep going.”

“Why is a demon attacking them?” Sarah demanded as the man screamed behind us.

“Your Father sent him,” Aofia breathed. “I told you. He ensures that we reach paradise. We shall be the instruments of the Living Gods rebirth.”

“That’s impossible,” Sister Stella spat, staring at the Shadow.

“It doesn’t matter!” I snapped. “Do you hear the horns? More are coming. We need to keep going. We need to cross the Interstate Bridge and get out of this city and into Washington.”

Sister Stella glanced at me and I flushed. I hated lying to my lover. But I didn’t want to speak about Shadow to her. I was afraid she’d realize that I was coming to love the demon. He was always there for me, protecting me. My heart beat faster. I grabbed Sister Stella’s hand, giving her a squeeze.

“Come on! Let’s get going.”

Sister Stella nodded. She ran behind me, pulling Alison along. The pack mule had no problem moving swiftly. She was a smart beast. She knew now wasn’t the time to be stubborn. Ahead of us, Queenie, Aoifa, and Sarah ran while the Twins brought up the rear.

My side ached but we couldn’t stop.

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Queenie Glassner

My sides split and my breasts ached. Running with big tits wasn’t fun. They bounced beneath my loose shirt, smacking into my chest and each other. Aoifa panted beside me, her freckled face flushed and matted with exertion.

Men screamed behind us. That scary demon pursued us, killing everyone that came across our path. The city of Portland was alive with bandits and wild men. They seemed to pour out of every street and alley, growing thicker as we neared the bridge. They each wore filthy rags, and it was often hard to tell the men from the women.

Sister Stella glanced back at the demon, her eyes narrowed. I made the mistake of looking back and almost threw up. The demon’s tentacles lashed out, ripping men and women apart, painting the ruined streets of Portland red with blood and viscera.

“Keep going!” Chase kept shouting. “And take the next left. We need to get back on the freeway.”

A faded, green sign hung over the street. A white arrow pointed to the left with the words “Northbound I-5” printed on it along with a list of cities and their distances: Olympia, Tacoma, and Seattle. I took the left, holding tight to Aoifa’s hand. Ahead, a car choked on-ramp led up to the freeway.

Men waited on the on-ramp.

“Chase!” I shouted in fear, ducking behind a rusted car as they hurtled rocks and bricks at us.

Golden light flared behind me. I peered around the edge of the car. Rocks pelted into the metal, denting and scraping off chips of paint. From the sky, a beam of golden light slammed down into the middle of the attackers. Chase was amid them, swinging her knife.

The attackers roared, turning on my sister-in-law. I squeezed Aoifa’s hand as Chase’s screams roared over the crowd. She could heal through anything, but she still felt pain. Tears beaded down my eyes as a sob trembled through my body.

“Chase!” Rex screamed out loud. “Do something, Sister Stella!”

“My powers are not useful in combat!” the nun cried back. “I’m no monk!”

The shadowy demon surged down the street, his tentacles painted with blood. A man screamed, still wrapped up in the tentacles, seemingly forgotten by the demon. But then the demon hurtled him into the mass of attackers swarming Chase. I winced as the poor men crashed into the crowd. He was thrown so hard, his body had to be broken.

And then the demon jumped into the horde almost like it was trying to save Chase. Was Aoifa right? Was the demon sent by my father-in-law?

“Thank you for sending us Your defender and for all Your love,” Aoifa prayed beside me, casting her gaze up to the heavens. “I will walk through this dreadful city without fear because Your Divine and loving gaze is upon me. Thank you for sending me to be wife to Your Divine children. I am so grateful to be part of Your august plan.”

I shook my head at her.

An explosion boomed through the streets. I screamed in shock. A second one followed. A few of the attackers had broken free from the melee and hurtled grenades at the demon. The shadowy monster didn’t even seem to feel the explosions.

“Interesting,” Sister Stella said as she huddled nearby.

The demon left behind a pile of dead and went after the men throwing grenades, its tentacles lashing out and ripping flesh. Chase flashed down from the skies beside us, golden light blazing from cuts and bruises. She almost shone with light from her many injuries.

“Come on!” she shouted, her words slurred. Her jaw look crooked. “The way’s clear!”

I burst out of hiding, dragging the praying Aoifa with me. We ran for the sloping on-ramp. The shadowy demon leaped over us to charge at the bandits following us. It definitely wasn’t after us. We were going to make it. We reached the top of the on-ramp and got onto the freeway. The Interstate Bridge lay ahead of us.

Rex bent down, grabbing something off one of the dead man, clutching it in his fists. Was it a grenade? I didn’t care, I kept running towards the bridge. A loud, growling roar echoed behind us. I was too scared to look.

The bridge looked to be a mile long, spanning over the wide, blue river. There were two spans, each identical. We were racing up the eastern span, crowded with rusted cars. The western span was strangely clear. Trusses, painted a fading green, supported the bridge as it spanned the river. The roaring behind us grew louder as we reached the foot of the bridge, racing out over the Columbia river.

Washington was on the other side. We would be safe.

“Fuck!” Rex called out. “Look at the other span!”

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Chase Glassner

“Dammit, that’s why the span is clear!” I shouted. My entire body ached. Only my healing magic kept me going.

On the western span, rusted trucks and cars raced down it, spewing black smoke from their exhaust. The beds of the trucks were crowded with more of the bandits. They whooped and hollered as they pointed at us, brandishing cruel knives.

There was no way we could make it across before them.

I glanced behind us and saw Shadow flowing along, dancing between pools of darkness. His burning eyes met mine. I pointed at the other bridge. I hoped he understood.

He did.

Shadow launched himself across the bridge.

“Shit!” Rex cried out. “What’s the demon doing?”

Metal groaned. Shadow didn’t go for the racing cars. He attacked the supports. I gaped, slowing to a halt as Shadow ripped huge chunks of metal from the bridge. A tremble ran through the structure, waving through the concrete bed.

“How strong is the demon?” whispered Sister Stella. “I’ve never seen one so strong.”

I only nodded my head.

The cars drew closer to the far bank as the bridge shook violently. The trusses groaned, bending under the weight as more and more struts were ripped out by Shadow. With a loud snap, the center of the bridge collapsed.

The destruction was catastrophic, rippling out from Shadow. The bed of the bridge collapsed into the river as the trusses ripped apart at the rivets. Great fountains of water splashed into the air. The bridge collapsed faster than the cars could drive. They neared the end, but it was too late. The bridge bed dropped out beneath them, sending the bandits plummeting into the river below.

“Yes!” Rex cried out.

“Run!” Queenie shouted.

As the groaning, shearing stopped as the final parts of the bridge collapsed, I heard the rhythmic clap of hooves. More bandits galloped horses down our span. Rex tossed his grenade. It bounced down the span and exploded, ripping through a pair of horses and their riders in the center of the span.

We ran, weaving through the cars as the horses chased us. Guns cracked and bullets pinged off metal. We neared the other end of the bridge, all of us running as fast as we could. If it wasn’t for the cluttered junk on the span, the horses would have already caught up to us.

And then the bridge groaned and shook beneath our feet.

“What’s that!” screamed Queenie.

“The demon’s bringing down this bridge!” Rex shouted. “Fuck! Run faster!”

Metal groaned behind us. What was that stupid demon doing? We were still on the span.

“Go, go!” I shouted.

Horses neighed behind us. A great splash crashed through the air. Metal groaned louder. Parts of the truss crashed down before me. I leaped over the green-painted steel. More and more of the trusses buckled as the road bed vibrated beneath my feet.

Rex and Reina made it across, turning around, motioning for us to come. Sister Stella was almost dragged across by Alison, followed by Sarah and Queenie. Aoifa pounded at my side, her face covered in perspiration.

The bed dropped two feet beneath us.

Aoifa fell forward, hitting the concrete hard and screaming in pain. The metal groaned. We were on the last section. I glanced behind us in time to watch the bridge collapse, taking the bandits and their horses down into the Columbia. Our section groaned, dropping another foot.

“Aoifa!” Rex shouted, leaping onto the span. He grabbed Aoifa with one hand, heaving her up and half-carrying her to safety. I grabbed Aoifa’s other hand.

We jumped. The bridge collapsed beneath us. We landed on the edge, falling in a tangled heap on the far end. Reina, Queenie, and Sarah seized Rex while Sister Stella grabbed me, pulling me from the crumbling edge.

I looked behind us at the city of Portland, sucking in deep breaths.

“We made it,” Rex laughed as he lay on the ground. “Oh, fuck, we made it.”

I nodded my head, watching as the Columbia river rippled over the half-submerged sections of the Interstate bridge. We were in Washington. I was almost home. I stood up, my legs rubbery from the exertion, and looked around at the ruined city of Vancouver, Washington.

“We need to keep moving,” I panted, pointing at the railway bridge that crossed a mile away. “They can still follow us.”

“Yeah,” Queenie panted, helping Aoifa up. “I want to get as far away from that terrible city as I can.”

“Portland used to be such a nice city,” Aoifa sighed. “Such a loving place.”

I looked around. Shadow was nowhere to be seen. I knew tonight I would sneak off to find him. He deserved his reward for saving us today. My pussy clenched in delight. I wanted to experience my demonic lover’s passion again.

Sister Stella put her arm around my waist, snapping me out of my daze. Her kiss was hot and loving. I shouldn’t sneak off. I had Sister Stella to satisfy me, to love me. She was so sweet and gentle. But she couldn’t take me hard like Shadow. She didn’t have his strength or passion.

“Let’s keep going,” I smiled when we broke the kiss.

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Reina Glassner – Six Miles North of Vancouver, WA

I found Rex outside, staring up at the stars, when I woke up to pee. I moved to my twin, lying down beside him. We were both naked. The night air was cool, the day’s heat a distant memory. I was so sore. I cuddled up to him, kissing him on the lips as his hand drifted down to my ass, giving me a squeeze.

“What are you doing out here?” I asked.

“I can’t sleep,” he groaned. “That demon. What was it?”

“I don’t know.”

“Chase ordered it to destroy the bridge.” Rex looked at me. “What’s up with that?”

“Maybe Aoifa is right. Our father sent us a protector.”

“Sent Chase a protector,” Rex corrected. “When she teleported, it came after her. It protected her.”

I yawned and shuddered. “Come on. Let’s go back to bed.”

“Do you think Chase is lying to us?”

“Why would she lie?” I asked.

“I don’t know.” Rex sighed. “What is going to happen when we reach Mount Rainier? Are we going to let Chase and Sister Stella stop our Father from being reborn?”

“Yes.” I looked into my brother’s eyes. “Chase knows what she’s doing. I trust her.” I stood up. “Now go to bed.”

“Why are you out here?” he asked, smiling as the moonlight painted my curves.

“Bathroom.”

Rex grabbed my hips, pulling me to his mouth. He buried his face between my pussy lips, gluing his mouth to my slit. I shivered as he sucked and tongued me, his hands massaging my ass. I shuddered. Peeing in someone’s mouth was so intimate.

I relaxed and released my stream of piss into his hungry mouth. He drank it down, slurping with eager hunger. I moaned in delight. His tongue swallowed gulp after gulp of my piss. I stroked his hair, shuddering atop his lips.

Rex swallowed my piss and then he was swallowing my pussy juices. I shuddered as my stream died, but my passions swelled. I slid my hands up my body, squeezing my breasts as his tongue slipped through the folds of my pussy. He caressed and pleased me. I loved every second of his delicious tongue exploring my folds.

“Rex,” I moaned, my eyes fluttering in delight.

His tongue knew every wonderful spot inside me. I shuddered in delight. My ass clenched as I rubbed my pussy on his hungry lips. I moaned out in delight. More and more bliss churned through me. My teeth clenched as the pleasure swelled through me. He groaned, tonguing me harder, eager to drink down all my excitement. He was such a great lover.

I loved my twin brother so much.

His tongue fucked into my pussy as his hands clenched on my ass. He pulled me tight against him. The pleasure blossomed inside me. I groaned, squeezing my tits. My nipples were so hard. I threw back my head, staring up at all the millions of shining stars.

I hoped Father was watching us.

My orgasm exploded through me.

Rex greedily drank down all my excitement. He loved pussy juices. He was such a horndog. Just like our father. The pleasure died down inside me, a few last waves of pleasure flowing through me. I pulled away from Rex and stared down at his hard cock.

I needed to be fucked.

I stretched out on my back. “Come fuck your twin sister,” I grinned.

“You naughty whore,” he laughed, stroking his cock. “I love to fuck you.”

Rex moved between my legs. His smile was eager and his blue eyes twinkled in the starlight. I gasped as he thrust into my wet pussy, his hips slamming away. My tits jiggled at the vigor of his strokes.

“How beautiful,” Aoifa whispered. “Sibling love, especially between twins, is so special.”

I grinned at my wife’s naked body. I bet she has to pee. I’m so thirsty. “Do you have to pee, Aoifa?” I asked, licking my lips.

She nodded her head. “I drank so much water when we camped.”

“Come sit on my face.”

Aoifa smiled. “You are such a wonderful goddess.”

Goddess. I did like being called that. No wonder Father got caught up in it.

“Piss in her mouth!” groaned Rex as Aoifa straddled my face, descending her shaved pussy to my eager lips.

Rex kissed Aoifa as my tongue swirled through her shaved pussy. My fingers spread her plump vulva apart and I found her urethra. I locked my mouth around it, sucking hard. Aoifa squirmed atop me.

“Is that piss on your lips, my lord husband?” Aoifa asked.

“Reina’s,” laughed Rex, his strokes growing faster. “Let me hear you piss in Reina’s mouth.”

“Yes, my lord husband.”

Aoifa’s tangy, salty urine flooded my mouth. It wasn’t as strong, watered down, but I still loved it. A strong flow poured into my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could. Aoifa moaned atop me as my pussy contracted on Rex’s cock. My orgasm burned through me as I drank my wife’s piss down. It was so filthy. I loved every second of it.

I moaned as I drank it, almost drowning on her flood as my body bucked into Rex’s thrusts. He grunted, savoring my cumming pussy around his cock. The force of Aoifa’s piss diminished as my orgasm reached its peak.

“Oh, my divine wife,” moaned Aoifa. “Thank you for this intimate gift.”

“You’re welcome,” I moaned around her pussy. I attacked her, eager to make her cum and drink her sweet juices.

Aoifa squirmed atop me. She shuddered and moaned her delight a she shifted her pussy atop me. I drank and slurped, wanting to devour every bit of her. She was wonderful. Sexy. I loved her so much. Rex’s cock kept slamming into me, hot pleasure rippling through my body. I moaned and gasped into Aoifa’s pussy.

“Oh, yes! Such a wonderful tongue, my lady wife!”

“Cum on her face!” Rex growled, hammering into me. My pussy clenched down on his girth. “You are so hot when you cum, Aoifa.”

“I am eager to please,” Aoifa moaned. “Cumming on her face is such an exquisite bliss.”

I moaned my agreement.

Rex’s strokes grew more aggressive. I knew my brother. His orgasm approached. I couldn’t wait to be flooded with his hot cum. I wanted to bear his child. I hoped I wasn’t barren, but we had been fucking for over a year without a child.

When was my last period? I hadn’t been keeping track. It might start any day.
Unless I was pregnant.

“Breed me!” I moaned between licks. “Cum in me, Rex!”

“Yes!” he growled.

“Cum in your sister!” Aoifa panted. “Oh, yes!”

She squealed, her voice high-pitched. She shuddered atop me as a flood of sweet pussy juices poured into my hungry mouth. I groaned as I drank them down. I loved the naughty feeling of her juices sliding down my throat.

Rex slammed his cock deep into me. He groaned as his cum built inside him. “Reina!” he cried out as his hot cum filled me. I savored the incestuous mix burning through my nethers.

Aoifa slipped off of me and I grinned, savoring the lingering pleasure flooding through my body.

“What are you doing out here?” Chase asked, walking out of the darkness into camp.

I frowned. “Using the bathroom. You?”

She swallowed. “I was…taking a walk.”

I frowned. Her clothes were disheveled and her face was flushed. Was she having sex? But with whom?

“Well, get to bed,” Chase yawned. “We have another long day ahead of us.”

I nodded as she went into the tent. I glanced out at the darkness and wandered what my sister was hiding.

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

Mark Glassner – The Abyss

I stared at my youngest daughter Reina as she stood up. She frowned at Chase. Our daughter had once again allowed the demon to fuck her. The demon was the only variable left in the plan. We didn’t send him. And since he wasn’t a living creature, he had no thread I could observe and manipulate.

Mary’s arm tightened about my waist. “Only fifteen more days, Mark.”
I smiled and nodded. “I can’t wait to see her again.”

“This is going to work, right?” Mary asked. “Astarte won’t foul this up.”

“No,” I said, hiding my own doubts. “Everything will work out perfectly.”

“Portland didn’t go as we planned. If it wasn’t for that demon…” Mary shuddered. “What if he’s Astarte’s pawn?”

“He’s not,” I reassured my wife. “He loves Chase.”

To be continued…

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Becky continues cheering her first football game and things get wild!

The World’s First Futa – Futa’s College Cheer

Chapter Three: Futa’s First Wild Cheer

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

April 17th, 2047

My wife was such a distraction as I tried to focus on telling my story. She stood just offstage, the young, pregnant beauty grinning at me as she swiped up my futa-cum leaking down her thighs from beneath her skirt. During the last commercial break—before I started talking about being a cheerleader to the studio audience,and the world watching the show streamed over the internet—she fucked me to help calm me down.

It hadn’t helped. It was just so hot remembering my first time cheerleading at Husky Stadium. It was turning my wife on, too, making her into a wanton vixen. Which was why she was teasing me. Her blue sparkled and her normally friendly smile was wicked. She popped her fingers past those lush lips, sucking on her fingers.

My futa-cock throbbed beneath my skirt.

I wanted to just stare at her, her strawberry-blonde hair tumbling about a face that was a soft and feminine version of someone else I once loved. My heart beat faster and faster. I wanted to go to her, to lick her pregnant snatch clean of my cum, to fuck her hard and—

“So the cheerleaders for the Oregon Ducks have just crossed the field,” Adelia, the host sitting beside me on the couch, said. She touched my knee with her caramel hand, her touch electrifying. “Security has entered the field. Things are growing tense. The crowd loves it. They cheered you on watching you suck your own dick and then fuck your fellow cheerleader, Celia. The referees have surrendered to your lust. What were feeling?”

“Powerful,” I said. I smiled out at the studio audience, feeling the three cameras pointed at me. “I know I have power now, but I got my first real taste that day. Just how far I could push things. How wild I could be. It was a game broadcast to the nation. College football was as huge thirty years ago as it is today. And everyone was watching me as our rival cheerleaders knelt and begged me to breed them.”

Adelia smiled. “Even the football players wanted to watch. You can see them in this wide shot stopping security, imposing their bodies between you and arrest. The coaching staff is coming out on the field now, everyone staring at you.”

“It was intoxicating,” I said, going back to that day. “I had such power over the Duck cheerleaders. I knew what they wanted, but I just couldn’t give it to them. We were here to crush them. To beat them. So I had a price.

“If they wanted to be bred, they’d have to pay.”

The studio audience laughed, loving my story. My futa-dick throbbed. Out of the corner of my eye, my wife enjoyed more of my girl-spunk. I felt the eyes of the world on me as I drew in a deep breath and continued the story of my life.

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

September 15th, 2018

In their green skirts and yellow sports bra tops, the Mighty Duck Cheerleaders fell down to their next to me. I groaned and ripped my girl-dick out of Celia’s pussy. I stood up, my topless breasts swaying before me, my futa-dick quivering through the pleats of my purple cheerleader skirt. My fellow cheerleader’s juices glistened on my shaft beneath the stadium lights.

“BECKY!” cheered the crowd filling the U-shaped stadium. To my right, Husky Stadium lay open unlike other sports arena, a gap between the stands behind the end zone. It looked out at Lake Washington, giving the building such a unique shape. I bet the boats out on the water could hear the spectators.

CLAP! CLAP!

“BECKY!”

CLAP! CLAP!

The referees who tried to stop me, including that bald one, were jerking their dicks, lost to the lusts from watching me fuck Celia hard. The football players from both teams stared at me in awe, pulling off their helmets.

A heady rush surged through me as I drank it in. I felt like a queen. A futa-queen. My fellow cheerleaders whooped and twerked, performing topless, shaking pompoms or their tits at the crowd. When they did high kicks, they flashed naked pussies and toned rumps. I had overturned everything with my presence.

My futa-cock changed the world’s paradigm. Things were utterly different.

“We want to be bred by you,” moaned a caramel skin cheerleader up front. She had green eyes that blazed in delight, her brown hair falling short about an almost elfin face. She looked like the cheer captain. “Please, please, breed us.”

“What’s your name?” I demanded, standing before her, my futa-cock swaying.

“Sabrina,” she moaned, her eyes staring at my cock with such hunger.

“It looks like the Oregon Duck’s cheerleaders want to join the fun, too,” the announcer boomed, a young man, probably a student. His voice sounded a touch breathy. I hoped he masturbated watching me. I loved it when guys witnessed me fucking women. “They must have heard the rumors that Becky’s cock breeds every woman she fucks.”

“We have,” Sabrina moaned.

“Uh-huh,” the cheerleader beside her moaned, her platinum-blonde hair gathered in a pair of naughty pigtails. “We want to be bred. Right now! That was so hot watching you suck your own dick.”

I grinned at her, my stomach still store from bending almost in half to do it. I swept my gaze over the cheer team. I loved breeding girls. They all had flushed faces, nipples dimpling the front of their sports bras. Some rubbed at their pleated skirts, or beneath them, pussies clearly begging for my futa-cock’s attention.

“BECKY!”

CLAP! CLAP!

“You can tell the crowd wants Becky to breed the visiting team’s cheerleaders,” the announcer said. “Thrust a little Husky spirit into their tight cunts.”

I shuddered at that word. Cunt. This was so wild. I hoped this was still going live to the world. Or, at least, the United States. I wanted everyone to see my futa-cock and all the delights it brought for women.

“Yes, yes, please, breed us, Becky,” Sabrina moaned.

My fellow cheerleader, a brunette named Starr, fell to her knees before me, her round breasts swaying. She had a slender, almost boyish build but with her top off, she was all feminine delight. She rubbed my wet cock against her cheek.

“I don’t know if our futa should breed you,” Starr said, her cheek feeling amazing on my dick. “You are our enemy.”

I nodded my head. Starr was right, but I ached to fuck them. I could fuck them. I could just ram my cock into their pussies right now. I would fuck them all so hard. I shuddered as Starr’s tongue brushed the tip of my cock.

“Mmm, Celia tastes good on you,” she moaned.

“Uh-huh,” I said, struggling to think over the roar of the crowd.

“BECKY!”

CLAP! CLAP!

I glanced at the two football teams, separated by a few yards from each other, watching us. Many rubbed at their cups, no doubt bulging hardons swelling their protection. I shivered, glancing at the Huskies in their purple and gold.

“Cheerleaders, if you want to be bred, strip!”

“Hell, yeah,” an Asian cheerleader said, her black hair cut short, much like Sabrina’s cute bob. The Asian cheerleader didn’t hesitate to rip off her sports bra and reveal a pair of dusky-olive breasts topped by small, dark-brown, puffy nipples.

“I’ll get naked and roll through mud for you,” Sabrina moaned, following her teammate’s example. She had a pair of round breasts and brown nipples. She had that mixed race blend, making it so hard to guess her race. Her green eyes sparkled as she popped to her feet and peeled off her skirt revealing yellow spankies.

Those came off next. She stood naked before me, her pussy covered by a trimmed, brown bush, her juices clinging to the hairs. The girl with pigtails joined her naked a moment later, her large tits topped by fat, pink nipples, a landing strip of blonde leading to her tight slit.

“BECKY!”

CLAP! CLAP!

I wanted to drool. More and more of the cheerleaders shed their clothing. The watching football players all groaned in delight, staring at them with such hungry eyes. Starr sucked on the tip of my futa-dick, adding such a delicious spice to this naughty fun.

“So… who’s first?” asked Sabrina, giving me such smoky looks with her emerald eyes. She hefted her breasts and, like any good cheerleader, showed her skill at shaking her pompoms.

“You’re not done proving yourselves,” I said, my futa-dick throbbing in Starr’s hungry mouth. “You want to get bred by me, you have to do something for my school. For my team.”

“What?” Sabrina asked.

“You girls have to fuck a UW player. You’re not getting bred unless you have Husky cum running out of your pussy.”

“Holy shit,” Sabrina gasped.

“And you… You have to fuck our quarterback,” I said, pointing right at Sabrina. “He needs to be focused, and I know your tight cunt will help him out.”

“But… but… my boyfriend’s Tavon. Our quarterback.”

I glanced at the Black player with the dreadlocks staring at us. I gave him a wicked grin. “You better start cuckolding your boyfriend with Jason, or you’re not getting bred. I’ll put a baby in every other Duck cheerleader today and leave you frustrated and horny.”

“Oh, damn,” she groaned even as the rest of her team rushed at the Huskies, their naked bodies glistening in the sunlight streaming through the open stadium.

I liked to make sure guys got as much pussy as me. Why should they miss out on the fun? My cock made the women in their lives horny vixens. After breeding them, the least I could do was make sure they got off, too. Some even loved me for it, bringing me girls to fuck or just sharing me with their women.

Sabrina shot her eyes down to my dick and whimpered. Her hands squeezed her tits. She looked over her shoulder at Tavon. He had come closer, his eyes wide, realizing what his girlfriend was about to do as the other Duck cheerleaders were pulling down padded pants, eager to get at Husky players’ cocks.

“Sorry, honey!” Sabrina moaned at her boyfriend and then darted for Jason, the serious-looking quarterback for the Huskies. He had short, brown hair and a look of hunger crossing his chiseled features as the naked Sabrina rushed at him.

“Baby?” Tavon groaned. He glanced at me, at my cock.

I shrugged. “I got to give my team all the advantages today.”

“Fuck,” he muttered. He clenched his fists then, like any good cuckold, squeezed his cock through his jeans. Guys never objected too much and soon they would be into it. My pheromones affected them differently than their women.

But it was still so hot to do it.

“BECKY!

CLAP! CLAP!

Starr sucked harder on my dick as I watched Sabrina kissing Jason, her naked body pressed up against his bulky form. The Duck football team stood by impotently, looking chagrined for enjoying the sight of their cheerleaders sucking their opponent’s dicks. Girls were moaning, bobbing their heads, getting the Husky players hard and ready to fuck their pussies.

I grabbed Starr’s brown hair, thrusting my cock into her mouth as Sabrina broke her kiss with Jason. The little minx already had her hand in his pants. She pushed down the padded and shoved aside his cup to pull out a hard dick.

It was smaller than my own.

“Sabrina,” I heard Tavon groan just over the roar of the crowd. He squeezed his crotch again as his girlfriend inhaled Husky quarterback’s cock.

“Look at that, Dawg fans,” the announcer boomed. “The Duck cheerleaders are giving our players quite the treat. I think they’re confused what team they’re supposed to be cheering on.”

I grinned in delight, my dick throbbing in Starr’s mouth. She sucked so hard, cleaning off all of Celia’s dicks. Her tongue fluttered around my girth while her hands slid up my thighs and rubbed at my wet, blonde bush.

Then she found my pussy lips.

I groaned as Starr jammed two fingers into my juicy depths. She moaned about my cock as she pumped her fingers in and out of my snatch. She churned me up, sending such delight fluttering through my body.

“Mmm, this is getting out of hand,” Ashlie, my cheer captain, said. The topless blonde sauntered over to me. “Good thing I brought some toys in case things got real wild.”

“Toys?” I panted, my hips pumping, sliding my cock in and out of Starr’s hot mouth. My breasts jiggled as I watched Ashlie. She had such a naughty look in her eyes.

“Dildos,” she said. “So we can fuck each other. Not all of us come equipped with our own dicks.”

“Only me,” I groaned.

“Yep, so we have to improvise,” she said, winking at me. “Mmm, this is going to be wild.” Then she darted off, her round breasts bouncing.

Starr popped her mouth off my dick. “Oh, my god, that makes my pussy so wet, Becky. You have got to fuck me. Our players can’t be the only ones getting cheerleader pussy right now. And the Duck cheerleaders can’t be the only ones getting dick right now.”

I smiled at her, my pussy clenching around her fingers wiggling inside of me. “Get down on your hands and knees. I want to watch the fun while I fuck you.”

“Yes!” Starr moaned. She wrenched her fingers out of my cunt. “You are the fucking best, Becky!”

“I know,” I said, shivering, drinking the intoxicating rush of all my cheering fans.

“BECKY!”

CLAP! CLAP!

Starr spun around and fell onto her hands and knees, her pleated, purple skirt, the hem trimmed in gold, hugging her ass. She wiggled her hips while staring at the growing orgy. Already, the girl with pigtails was on her hands and knees getting fucked by Harrison, a tight end. He fucked her hard doggy style while her big tits swayed.

I flipped up Starr’s skirt and revealed her shaved snatch, her inner labia thrusting out to form a little triangle of engorged flesh. I parted her petals with a thumb and foreigner, revealing her pink depths. I brought my clit-dick to her snatch and slid home into the heaven of her pussy.

“Sabrina,” groaned Tavon. “Fuck.”

I glanced up and saw Sabrina taking Jason’s cock on her hands and knees. It appeared to be the preferred position for the football players in their heavy padding. More and more Duck cheerleaders knelt and took Husky players’ dicks. They moaned and gasped, their tits bouncing, their hair swaying.

Starr’s cunt clenched down hard on my dick. “Goddamn, that’s hot to watch.”

“Uh-huh,” I moaned, pounding her hard, plunging my futa-dick in and out of her cunt, stirring her up to a hot froth. “Ooh, yes, yes, they’re so eager to be bred by me.”

“The Duck cheerleaders are all getting plowed hard now doggy style,” the announcer said. Then laughed. “They should rename it Husky style after today as our boys are drilling their hot cunts hard, giving them what they crave.”

I shuddered, fucking Starr Husky style harder. She gasped and moaned, her pussy clenching around my dick, her back arching. I shoved my right hand through her pleated skirts, reaching around her body to find her pussy. My left when for her swinging titties. The fingers of my right hand rubbed through her triangle of pubic hair on her pudenda before I found my goal.

Her clit.

She squealed as I rubbed her little bud. I attacked it as I fucked her with the same passion that Jason pounded Sabrina while her boyfriend watched on. Starr’s juices soaked my digits as I massaged her nub, stimulating her, driving her wild. My left hand found her breast, squeezing it, loving the plump fullness of it.

“And the Husky cheerleaders are getting even naughtier,” the announcer said. “It looks like Ashlie, the team’s captain, has busted out a collection of sex toys and… yes, Immaculada and Mei Wen, the two new girls, are sharing a double-headed dildo.”

My head whipped around and I groaned to see the Hispanic cheerleader, her hair bleached blonde swaying past her face, kneeling on her hands and knees. Her skirt was thrown up over her ass while a purple dildo thrust out of her pussy and wiggled in the air. The slender, Chinese cheerleader fell to her knees, reached behind her, and guided the other end of the flexible toy to her cunt.

Both groaned as Mei Wen backed herself down the shaft, her pregnant snatch swallowing more and more of it. My dick throbbed in Starr’s cunt. I massaged her clit faster and faster, my hips thrusting so hard. Mei Wen’s cute rump bumped into Immaculada’s. The pair whimpered. Then they fucked each other, working that double-headed dildo in and out of each other’s twats.

“Ooh, that’s hot,” Ashlie said as she hurried over to me, a gold dildo clutch in her hand. She grinned at me. “And so is this.”

“Yes,” I groaned as she stepped into the toy’s harness.

“Deniece!” gasped Celia from nearby. The busty redhead squirmed on the grass, Deniece, an ebony-skinned cheerleader, feasting on the creampie I planted in Celia.

My dick throbbed at the debauchery going on around us. My eyes flicked over to the Duck cheerleaders getting pounded by the Husky football team. One girl had a cock in her mouth as she took another in her pussy, rocking between them. Then I watched Mei Wen and Immaculada fuck each other with their double-headed dildo, gasping and moaning as they loved each other.

“Come on, “Ashlie moaned as she fumbled with the harness and her skirt. She had drawn in up her thighs, but her pleats were getting in the way of adjusting it. She danced around in a circle, her breasts swaying.

“Goddamn, this is getting hot!” Starr moaned, her pussy clenching down so hard on my futa-dick. “Oh, wow, Becky, yes, I’m going to cum on your dick!”

“Everyone’s cumming!” I moaned, one of the masturbating referees erupting, his cum splattering the grass.

“Everyone!” Starr howled. Her pussy spasmed about my cock. Juices bathed my fingers rubbing at her clit. “Yes!”

I shuddered, my back arching, my tits heaving before me as I fucked her convulsing pussy so hard. I pumped away at her pregnant snatch, feeling her silky depths sucking at my cum. She wanted my jizz spurting into her.

Starring up at the open, blue sky over the U-shaped stadium, I groaned and erupted. My futa-cum spurted out of my dick. It pumped into Starr’s hungry pussy. Pleasure surged through me. Stars danced across my vision as I stared up at that perfect sky, my tits heaving.

This was the best. The crowd screamed their excitement, knowing I was cumming in Starr. I shivered, letting go of her tit to wave at my fans as I pumped blast after blast of my futa-jizz into her depths.

Ecstasy drowned my mind. I felt like a rock star. A queen. I loved it.

“I hope you have enough left for me,” Sabrina moaned.

I blinked and saw the caramel-skinned cheerleader standing before me, Jason’s white cum matting her brown bush, her tits heaving, her face flushed. Her green eyes bore down on me with such intensity. Behind her, her boyfriend jerked his Black cock, staring at her.

“I may have messed up things with Tavon for this,” Sabrina said. “So you better deliver, Becky.”

“Oh, she will,” Ashlie moaned. “Got it!” Her golden dildo thrust through the purple pleats of her cheerleader skirt, advertising UW’s colors.

“Ooh, yes, yes, you got to fuck her,” Starr moaned, crawling forward, her pussy sliding off my dick with a wet plop. A stream of white jizz ran down her thighs. Starr froze, looking back at me. “Wait, I thought you were allergic to men’s cum.”

“Allergic?” I asked as Sabrina hurried forward, her naked, flushed body so eager to be enjoyed. She fell to her knees before me, her breasts bouncing.

“Well, yeah, I read that in the Rolling Stone interview.” Starr turned around, kneeling, hands braced on her thighs. “Your ex’s cum is what triggered your transformation, right? I mean, your dick’s like an allergic reaction.”

“Oh, well, no, it’s only men’s cum in my pussy my body doesn’t like,” I said as Sabrina whirled around and presented her caramel rump at me. “I’ve fucked plenty of girls after a guy’s used them. Sloppy seconds are a lot of fun. The girl’s so juicy.”

“You are wild, Becky.” Starr gave me a big grin as she shoved her hands between her thighs.

“Don’t waste that cum,” groaned Tavon, his black cock out, his hand stroking it as I prepared to penetrate his girlfriend. “Make Sabrina eat it out of your pussy.”

“Holy shit, yes!” Starr moaned. “Damn, your boyfriend’s just whipped, isn’t he? Just likes watching you enjoy other people’s cum.”

“I guess so,” Sabrina moaned, wiggling her hips at me, her brown pubic hair stained with Jason’s cum. It matted her curls as it flowed out of her pink depths. “But I love that idea. I want to eat all of Becky’s cum out of you.”

“BECKY!

CLAP! CLAP!

I rubbed the tip of my girl-dick to her cum-stained muff, Jason’s spunk staining the tip as I maneuvered to the entrance of her pussy. I found it just as Starr moved into position, spreading her thighs wide. Sabrina lowered her face and feasted right as I thrust into her pussy.

I groaned as I sank into the rival cheerleader’s cunt. Sabrina moaned into Starr’s muff. Tavon grunted, fisting his ebony shaft faster. He watched with such hungry eyes as I cuckolded him. I pumped my girl-dick over and over into his girlfriend’s snatch while the world watched.

“I’m going to breed her, Tavon. Your girlfriend’s belly is going to get round with my baby!”

“Fuck,” he groaned, his face twisting, his dreadlocks swaying about his shoulder pads stretching out his green jersey.

“Yes, yes, he’s going to breed her,” Starr moaned. “Oh, my god, but she loves futa-cum. She’s just licking out every drop of Becky’s cum out of my snatch. Mmm, she loves it.”

“Yeah, she does,” groaned Ashlie.

My cheer captain fell to her knees behind me. I shuddered, squirming on the grass as I fucked Sabrina. As I drew back my hips, the tip of Ashlie’s dildo nuzzled into the lips of my pussy, her toy sticking through the pleated folds of my skirt. I shuddered, thrusting forward. When I drew back the second time, Ashlie had moved closer. My pussy lips spread about the tip of her shaft, just enjoying its girth before I rammed forward.

I groaned on the thirst time, half her dildo sliding into my cunt. I whimpered, my pussy clenching down on it as slammed my hips forward, burying into the sloppy heaven of Sabrina’s snatch. My breasts bounced before me.

I drew back a fourth time. Her toy filled me.

My back arched as Ashlie thrust forward with me. The dildo chased my pussy, keeping it stuffed full as I rammed into Sabrina’s cunt. Ashlie’s round breasts pressed into my back, her nipples rubbing on my skin as her arms shot around me. She grabbed my breasts, moaning into my ear.

“Fuck her so hard!” moaned Ashlie as our hips moved together. “Pound that little Duck slut! Breed her pussy while her wimpy boyfriend watches!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned, my pussy clenching down on the withdrawing dildo.

I chased Ashlie’s sex toy, wanting to be filled by its girth. My futa-cock slid back out of Sabrina’s pussy, the sloppy friction sending pleasure surging down my shaft to my cunt. I shuddered as Ashlie then thrust forward, driving my clit-dick deep into Sabrina’s pussy again.

The Duck cheerleader moaned into Starr’s cunt, her arms wrapped around my teammate’s thighs. Starr shuddered, her round tits jiggling as she humped against Sabrina’s feasting mouth. All of us were moaning and groaning, our feminine delight mixing, merging with the cheers of the crowd.

“BREED HER!”

CLAP! CLAP!

“BREED HER!

CLAP! CLAP!

“Dawg fans want Becky to breed the captain of the Duck’s cheer squad!” the announcer’s voice boomed. “They want her to put a Husky baby in her belly. I think we call can agree that’s so hot. Even Sabrina’s own boyfriend, the Duck’s quarterback Tavon Jackson, finds irresistible getting cuckolded.”

“Yes, yes, breed her,” Ashlie moaned, pumping her dildo away, dictating the pace of our fucking.

I shuddered, matching the rhythm of my cheer captain’s hips. I moved with her, pulling back and thrusting forward as she churned my pussy to a froth with that amazing toy. I shuddered, the pleasure rippling through my body. I whimpered and groaned, my girl-dick savoring Sabrina’s sloppy pussy.

She wiggled her hips, her caramel rump slamming back into my thrusts. Her butt-cheeks jiggled from the impact. I groaned, the pleasure building and building in me. This was so hot. So exciting. It sent such a wicked thrill through me to do this before everyone.

The skycam moved down the field. I glanced at it, knowing the camera dangling from the pulleys over the stadium was capturing my tits gripped by Ashlie’s hands, my blonde hair dancing about my flushed face, my hips thrusting forward, fucking Sabrina so hard. A thrill ran through me as I smiled at it.

Let America watch the first futa enjoy herself. I hoped women across America were inflamed by this. That their lusts ignited between their thighs. I hoped they masturbated tonight or fucked their partners thinking about my girl-dick breeding their pussies.

“BREED HER!”

CLAP! CLAP!

“Yes, yes, breed me!” Sabrina howled.

“Do it,” Tavon groaned.

“Mmm, yes, yes, just keep making her squeal into my pussy, Becky!” Starr gasped, pulling on her pink nipples.

Then Ashlie did something that shocked me. She pulled back so far her dildo popped out of my cunt. I gasped, frozen in my thrusts, my pussy so empty. I threw a look over my shoulder as Ashlie released my right boob. Then the wet dildo pressed between the cheeks of my ass. Lubed by my pussy cream, she found my sphincter.

Thrust.

“Holy shit!” I gasped as the dildo slammed into my asshole. My bowels stretched about the toy. My eyes squeezed shut as the heat shot through me. My heart hammered in my chest, my breasts bouncing before me. That hot shaft buried to the hilt into my bowels, driving me deep into Sabrina’s cunt.

“Mmm, yes, yes,” groaned Ashlie. “How do you like me fucking your bowels?”

“It’s incredible!” I panted as she pulled back.

My hips followed her, drawing my dick out of Sabrina’s cunt. I had to follow Ashlie’s lead. My girl-cock popped out of the cheerleader’s pussy. She moaned into Starr’s cunt as I repositioned, sliding my soaked shaft up through her taint to her own puckered asshole. Nestled between her caramel butt-cheeks, I found her backdoor.

“Becky!” she gasped as Ashlie thrust forward.

I sodomized the cheer-captain of the Ducks.

My futa-dick slammed to the hilt in her bowels. Her velvety heat engulfed me. Her asshole swallowed my girl-dick. I groaned in utter delight as I speared to the hilt in her. My breasts heaved, Ashlie’s hands groping my tits again.

Sabrina’s head bolted up from Starr’s pussy. She whipped around to stare back at me, pussy cream glistening on her lips and chin. Her green eyes smoldered with passion. Her asshole clenched down hard on my futa-cock as I drew back, the tight friction sending rapture shooting to my cunt.

“No, no, my pussy!” howled Sabrina. “Fuck my pussy! You can’t breed my asshole!”

“Mmm, she’s got a point,” Ashlie moaned, thrusting her dildo hard into my bowels, slamming my dick deep into Sabrina’s rectum.

The cheerleader groaned with me, her eyes squeezing shut as I buried into her. My crotch smacked her rump, her butt-cheeks jiggling. My pussy clenched and my bowels clamped down on the dildo buried in me.

“You can’t breed her pussy,” Ashlie continued, pumping her hips, fucking my bowels while I fucked Sabrina’s asshole.

“True,” I groaned.

“Please, please, fuck my pussy!” she groaned, her asshole clenching down on my withdrawing cock like she didn’t want it to leave her. Pleasure crossed her face as I slammed back into her asshole’s depths. “I need to be bred! You promised. I fucked Jason!”

“She did!” Tavon groaned, fisting his dick. “Please, Becky, fuck her pussy! Breed her.”

“Yes, yes, breed her,” the girl with the platinum-blonde pigtails moaned. “Then breed me. I’m next.”

“Even though my cock’s just been in your asshole, Sabrina?” I moaned, thrusting so hard into her as Ashlie fucked my bowels. “It’s all dirty. But you still want me to breed you?”

“I don’t care!” she howled. “I just want to be bred.”

“You heard her,” Ashlie moaned and ripped her dildo out of my asshole. She brought the tip down to my pussy. “Fuck her pussy with that dirty cock.”

I shuddered, a wave of depraved heat sliding through me. “Ooh, you are a filthy slut, Ashlie.”

She squeezed my tits. “Better give that cheerleader slut what she wants.”

I groaned, and drew back my hips to pull my futa-dick out of Sabrina’s asshole. This caused my cunt to engulf Ashlie’s dirty dildo. My pussy clamped down on the slick surface, buffing it clean of my asshole. It was so nasty. It made my dick throb as I brought down to Sabrina’s pussy.

“Fuck her with that dirty cock!” hissed Starr as she yanked Sabrina’s head back down between her thighs.

“Fuck me! Breed me!” howled Sabrina before she went back to feasting on my teammate’s cunt.

I thrust forward. Ashlie chased me, keeping that thick dildo buried in my cunt. My futa-dick buried into Sabrina’s sloppy cunt. Her juicy depths engulfed my cock, her silky walls clamping down, scrubbing my cock clean of her asshole.

My entire body shuddered at how depraved this was. I doubt anyone watching had any real clue what had happened. That I fucked my cock fresh from Sabrina’s asshole through her pussy while Ashlie did the same to me with that delicious dildo.

“I’m going to breed you, cheerleader-slut!” I moaned, pumping away.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Starr howled, grinding her cunt against Sabrina’s mouth. “Devour me! Make me cum while she breeds you, whore!”

Sabrina just moaned and wiggled her hips, swirling her pussy around my dirty cock. She buffed my dick clean as my orgasm swelled through me. The double stimulation mixing with the depraved delight of enjoying the dildo in my cunt fresh from my asshole shuddered through me. I thrust so hard, so fast, building towards my orgasm.

Ashlie groaned, fucking me so hard, too. Her hands squeezed my tits, groping them as she fucked me with all her passion. She hammered my pussy, driving my futa-dick so hard and deep into Sabrina’s sloppy cunt.

“Cum in her,” Ashlie hissed into my ear. Then she nipped my earlobe.

“You have to cum in her!” Tavon groaned, his face twisting in rapture. “Fuck!”

His cock erupted. His cum spurted onto the sun-kissed grass. A few powerful spurts as he reveled in watching his girlfriend being our whore. Sabrina moaned into Starr’s pussy, the cheerleader-slut’s cunt clamping down so hard on my dirty dick as I fucked her.

Then she joined her boyfriend in ecstasy. Her pussy writhed about my dick. Her flesh convulsed, milking me. I groaned, my dick throbbing as I pumped away at her orgasming cunt. I could feel her hunger to be breed. That aching need.

“Cum in her!” her teammate moaned, rubbing her sloppy cunt, her blonde pigtails dancing around he shoulders. “Do it! Then breed me!”

Ashlie rammed home her dildo into my cunt, driving my hips forward. I groaned, my futa-dick drinking in the convulsing flesh of Sabrina’s pussy. My crown pressed into her cervix, the entrance to her womb. It quivered, eager for my cum.

I gave it to her.

“BREED HER!”

CLAP! CLAP1

My futa-cum spurted into her hungry pussy. I groaned, the pleasure surging through my body as I unloaded into her snatch. I shuddered and shivered, my breasts jiggling in Ashlie’s hands as every eruption of girl-spunk shot ecstasy through my body.

My pussy convulsed about the thick dildo. Ashlie kept fucking me, driving that shaft over and over into my spasming depths. My hands clenched at Sabrina’s hips as her cunt milked my cock dry while waves of rapture washed through my body.

Dual delights burying my mind in ecstasy.

“BREED HER!”

CLAP! CLAP!

“Yes, yes, yes!” Ashlie grunted, her fingers digging into my tits. She rammed her fake cock into my pussy’s depths. She tremble behind me, her nipples rubbing into my back. “You’re breeding the slut. You’re breeding our rival.”

“Go, Becky!” Mei Wen moaned, the Chinese cheerleader trembling, her ass pressed into Immaculada’s brown rump, both flushed-face and panting.

“You slut!” Starr moaned, bathing the cheerleader-slut in pussy cream. She spasmed on the grass, squeezing her round tits.

Deniece and Celia appeared around us, holding their purple-and-gold pompoms. They shook them up in the air, their faces stained with each other’s pussy juices. They did a high-kick, crying out, preparing for a cheer.

Ashlie ripped her dildo out of me and hopped to her feet, facing the crowd with a sex toy dripping in my pussy cream. Starr staggered to her feet and joined them, followed by Immaculada and Mei Wen, the double-headed dildo remaining in the Hispanic cheerleader’s cunt. It swayed between her thighs as she took position.

I pulled my cock cock out of Sabrina’s pussy as Ashlie led the cheer:

Huskies Stand UP!

Stand up and Scream

The best school yellin’ for the number one futa

Let’s hear it for the Huskies

The purple and gold

Cheering the Number one futa

The best futa is hard

Go purple and gold

Let’s go Dawgs

Go big purple

The futa’s gonna fuck!

As my squad chanted, Sabrina fell to onto her belly, her thighs apart, my cum leaking. The Vietnamese-looking cheerleader with the short hair, scurried forward and buried her face between her cheer captain’s thighs, licking up my cream. At the same moment, the cheerleader with the blonde pigtails wiggled her ass at me, her shaved pussy gaping open, a UW football player’s cum running out of her twat.

“You heard your squad’s cheer! You got to fuck me!” she moaned. “Breed me.”

I moved up to her, grabbing one blonde pigtail. “What’s your name, slut?”

“Isadora!” she howled as I rammed my futa-dick into her sloppy cunt, so eager to breed her like I had Sabrina. Other Duck cheerleaders appeared, bodies flushed, cum staining their thighs, their eyes smoldering.

They all wanted to be bred.

“BREED HER!”

CLAP! CLAP!

I listened to my fans. I pounded her so hard. I rammed my girl-dick into her silky pussy like I’d never enjoyed a cunt before. I gripped both her pigtails, pulling on them as I used her pussy. My dick ached and throbbed in her cunt while she moaned and gasped her pleasure. She shuddered back into me, bucking her hips, crying out her rapture.

And the rest of the girls cued up, eager to be bred. I would have so many new daughters in nine months. In nineteen years, the University of Oregon could field an entire cheer squad made up of my daughters, a second generation of cheerleaders.

What an exhilarating rush.

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

April 17th, 2047

“Isadora was a great fuck,” I purred, staring at the audience, watching my past self fucking her hard, holding onto one of her pigtails. “I pounded her hard. Her tight cunt brought me off so fast. I filled her to the hilt with my cum.”

“You are just jackhammering her,” groaned Adelia, her caramel cheeks flushed. “It’s so stunning to watch you fucking. The cameras captured it in so many different angles.”

On the screen by the couch, I smiled as I watched the recording of the broadcast. The cameras kept cutting to from close up of my tits, to my face flushed and burning with passion, to wider shots showing off my breasts bouncing, my hands pulling on Isadora’s platinum-blonde pigtails.

My futa-cock throbbed like I could still feel her pussy wrapped around my dick.

“Look at those tits bouncing,” groaned Adelia. “Are they still as perky?”

“They’ve got a little sag and are a little softer, but my wife loves them.”

The audience laughed. Adelia nodded her head. “I bet.”

“The game got underway after I bred Isadora,” I said. “I kept my fucking to the sideline. The first quarter was just coming to an end when I finally finished breeding the last of the cheerleaders. Both teams kept having penalties that stopped the game clock.”

“Distracted by you.”

I winked at her. “Wouldn’t you be if you were watching me fucking a naked cheerleader and pumping her full of my baby-making spunk?”

“I would!” a woman cried.

“You can breed me right now, Madam President!”

My futa-dick throbbed. I shuddered and then said, “But the teams had regained their focus after that. Mostly. The Huskies were really driven to win. A lot more relaxed than the ducks. But then they did get to enjoy all that cheerleader pussy.”

“In the end, the Ducks lost the game badly,” Adelia said, a big smile on her lips. “57 to 3. Their quarterback just couldn’t focus. He threw seven interceptions and more incomplete passes than I can count.”

“Couldn’t stop thinking about the president breeding his girlfriend,” someone shouted from the audience.

A great uproar went through them, clapping and applauding. I shivered, that rush of a crowd cheering for me never got old. It was the sweetest narcotic in the world. My back straightened, my nipples poking at my dress, my pussy so wet and juicy, and my futa-cock thrusting hard against my skirt. I breathed it in, beaming at them.

When they died down, I added, “Or maybe he was thinking about watching Sabrina with another guy. When she appeared on the beauty contest, she claimed he was always finding other guys to fuck her pregnant body. She worked her way through the entire Duck’s football team through her two years at college and I believe every rival team’s quarterback got to enjoy her before the game.”

“Some men just love being cuckolded,” Adelia said. “So it’s not surprising that Tavon married Sabrina. Though he never went pro, he found some success as politics, serving for the last eight years as one of Oregon’s Representatives in Congress.”

I blinked at that. I had met a Tavon Jackson during my time as presidency and never realized he was the same person. What a small world it could be some times.

I shifted in my seat. “Well, the fall out from this game was interesting. It led to my first live interview, and that’s a story all in of itself that I’ll tell next. And then there’s the beauty pageant that sparked off of it, one I still judge every year.”

“Well, you do provide the contestants to Miss Bred Universe,” Adelia said and gave a wicked laugh. “I’m sure many of those virgins you deflower are hoping to make it through their state and countries’ pageant circuit to win that crown.”

“Probably,” I said, leaning back. “I guess we should talk about that interview with Amelia McCreery.”

“We will, but first we have to have a break and hear a word from our wondrous sponsors.”

My futa-dick quivered as I noticed the hot look in Adelia’s eyes, her thighs pressed so tight together. She parted them, her skirt sliding up her caramel thighs, showing off the glistening delight of her pussy-stained thighs.

“Oh, yes, that’s very important,” I moaned, my futa-dick throbbing.

I glanced at my wife, still enjoying my futa-cum. She winked her brilliant, blue eye at me. God, I loved her so much. She knew just what I needed.

“When we come back, we’ll continue our retrospective on the life of President Becky Woodward, the world’s first futa,” Adelia husked.

“And, we’re clear,” the slender, spiky-haired producer said.

Adelia pounced on me, her lusts finally driven out of control.

The END of This Tale of the World’s First Futa

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my gf meets my fuck buddy

So, you use each other for sex, and nothing else? I thought only men can do that? Danielle said with one incredulous tilted eye brow.

‘Not all men!’ I started to protest but backed down realizing the fault in my logic. ‘She’s a scientist, she’s expert at clinical detachment.’

I had gotten a call from Shannon, my ‘release-valve,’ I’ll say. More to the point, we were each other’s relieve for primal needs. She’s busy in the lab, and I with my studies. But now my situation has changed a bit, to put it modestly. I’d made my mind to call off our ‘arrangement.’

‘Oh, I don’t mean you, sweetheart.’ Danielle pinched my cheek like an aunt would a child and quickly moved on.

She put her hands on her waist and walked to the end of her apartment without speaking, turned around, still not looking at me. Her heels clicked in time with her swaying butt. Looking at her red hair, her hour glass figure in that white sun dress and blue pumps is causing some stir down below.

‘So, you use each other for sex once a quarter for the past two years and, miraculously, you have no feelings for each other? She hasn’t fallen for you?’ She said with some interest with the other incredulous tilted eye brow. ‘How is that possible, I mean, come on, look at my man!’ She came over and pawed my pecs and abs.

‘She really is focused on her work, Danielle. Look, forget about her; I’ll drop you off at my place and I’ll her I’m done.’ I insisted; it’s the right thing to do.

‘Hmm,’ Danielle continued her pondering, ‘now I’m intrigued. I’d like to meet her, Liam. Your dad’s restaurant won’t mind if we were a party of three, would they?’ Now, I’m frowning.

Danielle moved in close, whispering while she smoothed my shirt. ‘You are not my first boy, but this Shannon could be my first girl.’ She smiled mischievously.

I swallowed hard. Oh hell, this is gonna get complicated…

Half hour later we were standing at the front door of Nighties-n-Naughties. I double checked the address; I was sure Shannon meant shopping for her lab, but it seemed she had other ideas.

Danielle and I exchanged looks. Hers was excitement, mine was uh-oh.

Someone waved to us from the back of the store; a blonde wearing a halter black dress and a huge smile. There was eager anticipation in her eyes and gestures, like someone finding a loved one at an airport arrival.

Danielle leaned over, ‘that is one confident woman wearing that tight top without a bra!’ I had also noted the protruding nipples.

Danielle took my hand and led the way in. She looked around and made comments about ‘later.’ I couldn’t hear much of it. I was putting the finishing touches on the introduction and my explanation why I had to stop our quarterly fuck meets. I took a deep breath unknowingly too loudly, I looked over at Danielle and gave her an apologetic smile.

‘Shannon? Shannon!’ I finally realized who the black dress was. My second thought was, wow, how did she get that size so quickly? She’s only, what, a size 4? 6,maybe? The only plus size about this hot blonde was her smile.

‘Hi, Liam! See anything different about me?’ Shannon and her huge grin skipped over to peck me on the cheek. She did a twirl on her heels that made her short skirt flutter, like Marilyn’s did when the train passed by. I now recall how I’d think about her mesmerizing smile and baritone voice, and the way she squirms and screams when she oozed her love lotion.

I snuck a guilty peek at Danielle, she gazed at Shannon; her eyes said she wanted more.

‘Shannon, you look great!’ I tried hard to keep my voice at Friendly. I held Danielle’s hand tight. I had a feeling Shannon was trying hard not to notice it.

‘Looks like all that time at the lab is paying off, Liam! You are looking at the next big thing. I stumbled onto a compound that dissolves cellulose and fats at a molecular level, oh listen to me ramble. My rats showed good results, but Dr. By-The-Book wouldn’t let me test it on volunteers, s..’

‘So you took the drug yourself?!’ Danielle burst out like a child who can’t wait to guess the ending of a story. My heart melted a little.

‘um…serum…you can’t call it a drug until you have completed petitions to the…um..Hi, I’m Shannon.’ Shannon said flatly. She was annoyed that she finally had to acknowledge Danielle.

‘Hi, Shannon, I’m Danielle.’ They shook hands; Shannon’s was a little limp.

OK, here we go.

‘Um, Shannon,’ I stammered,’ I need to talk to you.’ Shannon looked at our linked hands and lowered her eyes; they suddenly shined.

Before I can continue, Danielle said, ‘I think you look amazing, Shannon, you’d be totally hot in these.’ She handed her a small apple green strappy thing.

‘um, yes, you do, and, uh, you would.’ I chimed in on instinct.

I was completely caught off guard by Danielle’s interruption and wondered how to bring the conversation back on course.

Danielle shook my hand off and grabbed Shannon’s. Before she can refuse they were in an empty changing room. An older attendant with wavy brunette curls and great curves watched them then went back to her duties. She stole sultry looks at me adding to the awkwardness.

‘Shannon, Liam told me about your arrangement. You ought to know that I think it’s great that you found what you needed in each other.’ Danielle said matter-of-factly. She was untwining the green thing.

‘And you want me to stop, because he’s with you now.’ Shannon reciprocated the professional tone, wanted to finish Danielle’s thought.

Danielle looked in Shannon’s eye for a moment. Just enough to make both of them shake with excitement and anticipation. ‘Not exactly,’ Danielle stroked Shannon’s blonde hair, her glistening lips whispered, ‘I’m saying I want in.’ She leaned in and kissed Shannon ear and licked her lobe.

Shannon felt an uncomfortable erotic tingle, but the changing room was inconveniently small and Danielle’s hot cinnamony breath was so enticing that she gave up her resistance after only a limp attempt. She turned to meet Danielle’s lips with her own.

Shannon let out a breath as they gently kissed. Am I really kissing a girl? Her lips are so soft. She’s hot in that white dress. Is it ok that I’m so turned by this red head?

Danielle broke the kiss and quietly heaved to catch her breath. Shannon wiped the corners of her mouth and looking lustily at Danielle. Who IS this red head?

Danielle unfolded the negligee and said, ‘put it on.’ Shannon undressed slowly keeping eye contact with Danielle. She had gained confidence through her success in the lab. She didn’t mind showing her curves wrapped in white lace half bra and panties to a complete stranger.

A complete gorgeous stranger with curves as luscious as her own. A stranger who now owns her secret love. The secret love she corralled inside for the past year. The secret love she is now in danger of losing.

Danielle understood this but choose to ignore all the same feelings she’d felt from another time, a time before she gathered up the courage going to the study session with Liam as her true self.

Walking thru the door in her heels only to see Liam staring at underclass girls playing billiards made her chuckle, and the treasures her leap of faith exchanged is much more than she could’ve hope for. What she and Liam shared in their souls had to be what Jane Austen wished for her characters.

In shared silence Shannon put on the thong slowly, taking care to show off her round butt. Danielle giggled and put a hand on it. Shannon playfully shook in response.

Shannon had made sure she was extra smooth and soft before meeting Liam. She wanted to show him how a newly-thin girl can do the moves he loved with so much more nimbleness and agility. And now with Danielle’s fascinated stare, she felt her under-used love parts was about serve another purpose.

‘Smoke on the water; I like it.’ Danielle said.

‘Hmm? oh that.’ Shannon caught herself then blushed. The little tune she hummed when she was nervous had finally been called out.

Who IS this red head cutie?

Shannon’s breasts were really too big for the green lingerie top, and that was a convenient excuse to begin the next leap.

‘Can you help me clip this?’ Shannon gathered her breasts with both hands and presented them to Danielle. Danielle, as if never done this before, fumbled with the clips, then said, ‘oh, Shannon, I can’t get it clipped.’

‘oh well.’ Shannon let them drop.

Danielle stared at them for a while, and said, with all sincerity. ‘Shannon, you have gorgeous breasts.’

A soft cough came from the next dressing room. Danielle and Shannon looked at each other and stifled a giggle.

Shannon took a step forward. Danielle held them in her hands, lightly fondled them then lowered her head to kiss each gently. Shannon’s sigh was one part pleasure two parts apprehension. Was she really going to give Liam’s new girl the rights to those belong to him exclusively for the past one year, 10 months and three weeks?

Her attention was whipped back by the light pinch of Danielle’s lips on her nipple. She felt the same electricity when Liam played with them first. She let them get hard and felt the tingle down to her girl parts. It felt so good that she let out a loud sigh; she hadn’t realized she’d been holding her breath.

Danielle raised a hand to the breast she wasn’t kissing and rubbed the nipple. Shannon ran her fingers thru Danielle’s hair and pressed her head to her breasts. Danielle’s other hand massaged her now-toned belly, the belly she couldn’t wait to show Liam, and moved southward. Shannon tensed with each progressing millimeter. When Danielle’s fingers pried open the top of the g-string, Shannon thought, if she keep this up, I’m gonna have to buy it.

Danielle’s fingernails matched the color of her hair. They crept under the apple green barrier and felt the smoothness beneath.

‘So that’s what a girl feels like.’ Danielle whispered, as if to herself. ‘Hmmm, that feels nice.’

Shannon felt her face flush with and erotic heat. She put her hands on Danielle’s breasts and squeezed lightly. They weren’t big, but very firm. She felt the soft lingerie and erect nipples underneath. She secretly compared herself with Liam’s new girl. Breasts, advantage me.

Shannon continued her massage while Danielle’s finger touched her womanhood. She lightly took in a breath when her love bead felt a woman’s touch for the first time. She leaned back and Danielle’s hand moved a bit faster causing delicious friction on her clit.

Shannon whispered, ‘Danielle, you are making me so hot.’ Danielle smiled and hastened her pace, first up and down, then side to side. Her fingers glistened with her love juice.

‘Yes, Danielle, yes! Yes! Just like that, oh! Right there!’ Danielle quickened her magic down below while pinching hard her nipples.

Shannon was close. So close that she braced for the final delirious explosion. She needed to feel Danielle’s body. She pulled her close and caressed Danielle’s buttocks. Shannon only got hornier by Danielle’s soft moans and lust in her eyes. She moved a hand down wanting to reciprocate the favor.

Danielle pushed back suddenly and dropped to her knees. The red head disappeared under her skirt. Shannon stifled a scream when she felt a soft warm tongue on her clit.

From the next stall Shannon heard a loud moan.

She grabbed Danielle’s head as her tongue began a 2nd round of ecstasy. Up and down and round and round Danielle’s tongue moved. She switched between long slides and short darts. Her lips, her folds and her bead were treated with such attention that Shannon rolled her eyes back and thought she might faint from pleasure.

Shannon was really flowing now, she heard her suitor slurping her juices. The erotic noise stoked her wild fire within to new heights. Her insides tightened with the oncoming orgasm. She breathed, Danielle, oh god, I’m cumming, baby, I’m cumming, keep going, right there, I’m cumming!

She came a split moment after Danielle’s tongue parted her lips and entered her hole. The sensation of another woman’s smooth warm flesh was too much for her to hold still. Her knees buckled and her head jerked as she spasmmed.

Danielle emerged from under her skirt glistening from sweat and cum. Shannon grabbed Danielle and kissed her hard on the lips, tasting her own must, which ran down Danielle’s cheeks and chin and dripped on their dresses.

******

Shortly after the brunette watched my girls going into the changing room, she appeared at my side and softly said, ‘I would offer a ‘may I help you’ but it seems you will be helped plenty by those two.’ Her name tag said ‘Region Director Rose.’

I felt a hot flash streak across my face,’it’s not what you think,’ I don’t think she heard me as she entered the stall next to Danielle and Shannon’s.

Now she emerged from the tiny room with messy hair and crumpled clothes. She seemed to be out of breath too. She looked me over like a lioness looking at a herd of gazelles, ‘oh yes, you’ll be helped plenty by those two. Here’s my number, I get off at eleven thirty.’ As she breezed by I swear I smelled a woman’s musty cum on her waving hand.

I paced the store to prepare myself for what the girls had in mind.

Once Danielle got this fascination out of her system, I will end it with Shannon, I decided. Sure I would think about her occasionally; our sessions had become more fun and adventurous lately. Shannon’s scientist’s training meant she was willing to try anything once. We’d tried bondage, either of us liked it. Shannon liked spanking but I didn’t. I just didn’t see how pain can give her so much pleasure. She even designed an attachment on her lab tables to masturbate with. We experimented with rubber toys, and she didn’t care for it. She thought it was a little creepy to reverse roles. She did like another kind of toy, though. The vibrations got her thru until our next meeting.

I aimless wandered the store and found myself in front of a full length mirror. 6’2, 240 at 8% body fat. I had just maxed at 365lbs on the bench this morning. This black suit wasn’t tailored but the fit is good. I worked hard to keep my body in top form and condition. Not for vanity reasons, mind you. I simply believe that physical appearance played an important role in our dysfunctional society and I will take every advantage to be ahead of the curve.

Danielle liked going to the gym with me. She liked catching guys gawking at her in her cut off shirt and short shorts. I liked it that she had all the attention. My girl deserved to be lusted as her true self.

I also enjoyed the after-workout clean-up. Danielle would lather and wash me then treat me to luxurious torment with her mouth and hands. Being the loving boyfriend I always wanted to reciprocate. She’s not always in the mood, but when she was, we are usually late to our morning classes.

Danielle’s shapely hips looked even more tantalizing when she glistened with sweat. Her clitoris was deliciously alabaster with a pink top. She liked when I stroked it while…

I heard giggles and saw Danielle and Shannon hand in hand bounding towards me. Shannon’s blonde mane was no longer perfect, and Danielle’s dress was missing its top button. Their faces looked freshly made-up and I noticed a little bite mark on Danielle’s neck.

I’m not sure if I’m ready for what the girls had in mind…

‘Shannon looks stunning in these, Liam! Let’s take these also, sweets.’ A red number even smaller than the green one.

I turned towards the cash register. Regional Manager was waiting for me with hungry eyes. Behind me Danielle’s whispers made Shannon’s hearty laughter ring through the store.

**************

“Hi, Jake, it’s good to see you again.’ My father’s trusted captain had salt and pepper hair that paired well with a warm and knowing smile. ‘How are you, Liam!’ We shook hands; he smelled of an old fashioned cologne. ‘Sorry to do this to you; can you make us a table for three?’ I said sheepishly.

If he knew something was up with me and these two girls he didn’t let on. Years of dealing with people taught him the art of subtlety.

He led us toward the kitchen. I sighed a little, no, Jake, tonight is one night I would rather not be in The Grotto.

Sure enough, Jake sat me and the girls in a small booth near the kitchen. It’s the most coveted seats in the joint for its privacy.

Danielle slid in first, flashing plenty of her womanly legs that turned more than a few heads. Shannon, not to be outdone, bent over to fetch an imaginary thing on the ground only to show off her perfectly shaped ass to the south half of the restaurant.

I winced and gave Jake an apologetic look; I truly had no idea the girls would behave like a couple of girls-gone-crazy video sluts. Jake gave me a gentle squeeze on the shoulder as he laid out the menus. I returned half a smile and said, ‘I know, I will.’

Our waiter, a newbie named Dylan, wasn’t so discreet. He dropped the butter dish when he caught sight of the two vixens. The poor guy didn’t know which to drool over as they were one-upping each other tickling his itch. When Dylan arrived with our waters Danielle had one dress strap off. When Dylan came back with our appetizers Shannon had two buttons opens giving Dylan a view of her right nipple, the larger pinker one. Shannon kissed Danielle just as Dylan delivered our drinks. I swear I heard a puppy-like whine from the guy.

Danielle insisted on riding with Danielle on the way here. It just made more sense, she said, instead of drawing a map and confuse everyone.

Now I see that I was the only confused one.

I’ll admit, when Danielle said she wanted Shannon to be her first girl my stomach fluttered with erotic possibilities. But the more I thought about it, the more dangerous the situation can be.

I felt a hand on my shoulder; it was Shannon’s to my left. ‘Liam, Danielle told me how you met.’

Gulp. Here we go.

‘Ya, Stats sucked. But we worked well together.’ I said quietly. Danielle to my left wasn’t paying attention. She was looking over her shoulder into the bustling kitchen.

‘Yes, you did. Look where she is now.’ Shannon’s tone turned a bit sour.

‘Hey, we agreed, no strings, remember?’ I argued.

‘Yes, but you are a hard habit to break, boy…’ she said sultrily. ‘I lay awake nights, Liam, thinking about you.’

I knew, because I did also. I picked my salad fork and remained quiet. Danielle was still turned the other way.
‘You know what I’d do when I get like that, Liam? You know what I do when you are all I want?’ She took my hand under the table and put it on her thigh. Her other hand slid up my own making circles with her nails.

I instinctively slid away at the suddenness of her move. Danielle caught me on the other side and whispered in my ear. ‘It’s ok, Liam, just enjoy this. I love you.’ She said my full name.

I was now glad we were at The Grotto where lighting hid us almost completely out of sight. The shock on my face would’ve made unsuspecting patron thought I found a bomb under the table.

This, of course, is exactly what happened.

Shannon’s hands moved up my thighs, found my half-erect penis and massaged it. I closed my eyes, let out a sigh allowing myself to enjoy it.

‘I miss you.’ She said my full name. I opened my eye, looking guiltily at Danielle. She kissed me full and lovingly. ‘It’s ok.’

Danielle reached over and opened my belt under the table to give Shannon access to what she craved.

That was the permission Shannon needed. Her hand hungrily slithered in my shorts and grabbed me like a baseball player handling his bat. She squeezed me up and down, feeling every pulsing vein. Her hand was a bit rougher than Danielle’s, but the nimbleness of her fingers made for exciting sensations.

Shannon pushed up against me with her eyes closed. Her heavy sighs said she’s getting close to what her heart had longed for.

With the hand still on Shannon’s thigh, I hiked up her flimsy skirt and moved closer to what I’ve dreamed about more and more lately. I smiled at her smoothness. I whispered, ‘you remembered.’ Shannon preferred to be au natural, but she knew I loved her bald.

Shannon whispered back, ‘it’s all yours, my love.’ I went ahead and assumed that this statement also had the consent of my lover to my right and let the sentiment envelop me.

Shannon’s hand continued to get reacquainted with my rod. First she lightly held it to feel the veins and folds, then she tightened her grip to feel it pulse. Finally she started stroking it. I moaned a little with every touch. Shannon knew I liked it when she took her time.

I was surprised to find the green strappy lingerie under her black dress. Had she changed on her way here? Danielle must have helped her – it’s just shy of sopping wet.

Shannon felt soft and smooth under the thong. I always liked women’s private area. The skin is always without blemish and smooth. It’s just nice to admire and feel. I like the way they giggle when you gently blow past their lips and clit.

My fingers felt Shannon’s lips and her shook a bit. Shannon sighed. I pushed her legs wider and stroked those fat luscious lips. My fingers were instantly soaked with her love potion. I parted her lips but took my time getting to her bead.

Above the table Shannon was stifling loud moans on my shoulder. I felt her teeth biting into me. I smiled knowing how much pleasure and pain this is bringing my lover.

I continued to run big circles around her lips, finally putting a finger tip on her clit. The squeal came out louder than she expected, but no one cared.

I tapped my finger on her clit as if sending love letters in Morse code. Shannon leaned back on the soft cushions to fully enjoy my treatment. I love it when I can make a lover quiver with excitement!

I felt a smaller hand with long fingers on my rod; I knew by now it was Danielle’s. Her head popped up between Shannon’s legs.

Without speaking, Danielle put her tongue on Shannon’s womanhood. She licked her first up and down, then in big circles. She left the clit to my finger’s massaging. Her big brown eyes looked up at Shannon. Her eye lashes batted each time Shannon squirmed with delight. Shannon looked down at Danielle with grinning eyes, ‘right there, sweetheart, right there.’

The ecstasy was too much for Shannon; she tightened her thighs around Danielle and wetted the leather cushions.

While Shannon heaved to catch her breath, Danielle focused on my bulging cock. My red headed vixen grabbed Shannon’s hand to stroke it while her mouth cupped my helmet and moved in opposite directions.

The sensation of two different touches was exotic. One from a quivering hand recovering from explosive ecstasy, another from lusty lips, calculated and gentle.

Danielle’s mouth took in as much and as deep as she could. Shannon returned the Morse code love letter pounding my cock with a full grip.

They worked wantonly at my rod. Sometime they moved in unison, sometimes in opposite directions. I moaned loudly when Danielle’s tongue flicked my helmet and folds while Shannon’s dark red nail tips ran the length of my shaft. I felt an involuntary twitch of my hips and leaked some more pre-cum.

Danielle looked up at Shannon, He’s ready. Shannon shuffled close and kissed me full. She stifled my moans while my girls marched me towards the inevitable explosion.

Danielle took herself off my rod replaced by Shannon’s tight grip over the entire length. My pre-cum was the lube Shannon wanted switching between long slow strokes and short quick ones. I felt Danielle’s heavy kisses on my scrotum then being cupped in her mouth.
I see; the girls have been exchanging notes! That was an accidental find during one of our experiments. I found the sensation irresistible, while Shannon found it strangely soothed her oral fixation.

Danielle’s tongue flicked and flung my balls in her warm mouth causing my hips to buckle. Shannon quickened her Morse code. My pained expressions must have been a curious sight for unsuspecting bystanders.

Shannon leaned down to lick up the clear pre-cum. ‘Hmmm, Liam, that is yummy, I want more.’

I croaked, I’m cumming! Danielle cupped her mouth over me just in time to catch the massive ribbons.

Shannon helped Danielle up beside her, kissed her full on the mouth sharing my thick cum.

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Hi, everyone, thx for reading! I’m sorry it took so long for chap 5. this new job is taking up all my free time! Thank you so much for your responses and ratings. Feels great to know you actually like my fantasies!

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To get the full story you start with the other chapters in the series titled Jay and Faith

Jay, Faith, and Friends (chapter 2, part 2)

Faith woke up Saturday morning and remembered where she was and smiled thinking about the fun she had the night before. She looked around to see if anyone else was awake yet but didn’t think so. She was snuggled in the side of Jay flat on her back, her head was on his chest and Liz was on the other side of her with her arm laying across Faith’s chest. Dana was on the other side of Jay and she had her arm across Jay also.

Apparently her looking around aroused Liz from her sleep and she began to move too. Liz realized where her arm was and she smiled at Faith and began to massage Faith’s tits a little playfully.

Faith returned the favor and took her hand under Liz’s shirt and went searching for the boobs she touched last night.

Liz turned toward Faith and sat up on her elbow to give her better access to her chest. Liz leaned in and kissed Faith on the cheek close to her lips. Faith had never had another kiss her before and she was intrigued by Liz’s kiss and wanted to explore it more.

Faith kissed her back on the lips as she cupped Liz’s breast in her hand. The two began to kiss more and with more passion. Soon, their tongues were touching and probing the others mouths.

Faith sat up, took off her shirt and rolled over on top of Liz. Their tits were pressed together and their crotches were pressed by each other’s legs. They began to kiss more and grind into each other’s pussies with their legs.

The movement had woken up Jay and Dana who were enjoying the show. Dana leaned over on Jay and began to kiss him as Jays hands went under her shirt and found her small breasts and played with her nipples.

Liz reached up and grabbed Faith’s panties and slide her hand down under them and squeezed her ass and probed her crack with her fingers looking for a hole to finger.

Dana tossed off her shirt and Jay sat up and began to kiss and suck on her tits. His hands went down and pulled her panties off to her thighs and Dana quickly shook them off with her legs while Jay cupped over her pussy with his hand and then began to finger her.

“I want to taste that pussy” said Liz as Faith knew what to do and she got up and flipped around where her pussy was straddling over Liz’s face. Dana said “you never tasted mine last night Mr. Wells”. She took the same position that Faith did over on Jay and turned to look at him. “Call me Jay Dana” he said as he raised his head to gain access to her pussy.

Faith watched Jay and Dana for moment before realizing that Liz had started to help herself to her pussy. Faith loved the thought of her best friend enjoying herself on her pussy. It felt just as good as the dog did last night. Faith felt her tongue part her pussy lips and target her clit over and over. She would bury her tongue deep inside her also.

Dana began to moan in pleasure as Jay pleased her. She took his hard dick into her mouth and began to suck on it while she was nearing climax. Faith watched and wondered what Liz’s pussy would taste like. She had tasted her own juice before but this would be different.

Faith laid down and brought her mouth to Liz’s pussy. It was cleanly shaven and her clit was poking out of her outer pussy lips. She gave it a kiss and then slowly probed her slit with her tongue. She began to flick her clit over and over again. Liz opened her legs wide to allow Faith to have better access.

Dana sat up and said “I want your dick in my pussy” as she turned around and lifted her pussy over Jay’s hard dick and lowered herself down onto it. Jay held her by her sides and watched as she began to move up and down ridding his dick

Jay felt his dick sink deeper and deeper with every pump into Dana’s pussy until her opening was squeezing the base of his cock.

After the foursome enjoyed themselves for a while they decided to mix it up and swap partners with each other. Faith got up and came to sit on Jay’s face facing Dana. She felt Jay’s big tongue start to lick her all over between her legs just like Liz was. Faith and Dana began to play with each other’s breasts while Dana continued to ride Jay.

Liz stood up on the bed and brought her tits closer to Faith and Dana and the girls leaned in to enjoy the nice big breasts of Liz. The girls began to suck and kiss her nipples. Liz moved behind Dana at Jay’s feet and reached in and started fondling Jay’s balls as Dana ride his dick faster and faster. Dana began to climax as she grinded her clit on the base of Jays cock.

It wasn’t long until Dana screamed out in delight “yes! Oh God I’m cumming.” Dana fell off Jay’s dick and crashed on the bed next to him. Liz quickly took the opportunity to start stroking Jay’s dick. She leaned in and cleaned off the pussy juice from Dana off his dick.

Faith watched her friend clean every inch of Jay’s dick off and then noticed Dana’s open legs on the bed as she laid their recovering from her orgasm. Faith had tasted Liz’s pussy and she was curious what Dana might taste like too. She hoped off Jay’s face and crawled on top of Dana in a 69 position. “Oh god, no! I don’t know if I can take more” said Dana as faith began to lick and kiss her pussy just as she had done to Liz. Dana gave in and began to taste the sweet nectar of Faith’s pussy.

Liz released Jay’s dick from her mouth only to sit on his hard dick and ride him. Jay reached up and placed his hands on her breasts and pleasured her while she rode him faster and faster. Jay reached over next to him and rubbed his hands on Faith’s legs and ass as he watch Dana dined on her pussy.

Liz soon reached her climax and came while riding Jay’s pole. She came so hard that she released a flood of squirts that leaked out all over Jay and his dick. Liz hopped off and said “ok Faith, it’s your turn with the dick”.

Faith crawled off Dana and over to Jay where she took his cum soaked cock in her mouth. She could taste the pussy juice from Liz and licked up as much as she could from his balls and shaft.

Dana had regained her horny self and saw Faiths ass up in the air at the end of the bed as she enjoyed Jay’s dick. She got up and went to the end of the bed and continued to lick and flick Faith’s clit. Jay reached over and massaged Liz’s tits and pussy as she was trying to catch her breathe from riding her new favorite teacher.

Faith couldn’t wait any longer and she positioned herself over Jay’s dick and slide down on it easily from all the licking on her pussy. Jay reached around and pulled her ass down on himself harder and then began to bounce up and down on his dick.

“I got an idea” said Liz as she laid on the bed parallel with Jay and she opened her legs. “Eat my pussy while you ride Jay” Liz suggested. Jay turned sideways and Faith fell toward Liz’s open legs and began to enjoy her pussy once more. Dana then took her place with her legs spread over Liz’s face and her head next to Jay. As soon as she began to kiss Jay she felt Liz’s tongue deeply probed her dripping wet fuck hole.

The foursome was enjoying each other and Jay knew he wouldn’t last much longer with his favorite student riding his dick and with Dana kissing him hard. Dana’s tongue was twirling around his tongue and he caresses her tits. “I’m gonna cum soon” Jay announced to Faith. “Cum in my pussy” Faith demanded “yes baby” Jay responded. Just about that time Jay felt his body convulse in pleasure as he shoved his dick as deep in as he could.

Faith could feel the streams of cum shot inside her ash she continued to lick Liz’s pussy and suck her vagina lips into her mouth. Faith began to climax over the thought of her teacher and best friends sex party.

Tired and exhausted the four cleaned up and had some breakfast and talked how much fun they had both times. Jay drove them back to the park and the girls each walked to their homes without their parents knowing anything.

(to be continued…)

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Sandra and her daughter-in-law get intimate with an unusual purchase from the novelty shop

There is a widespread belief, perhaps with some justification, that mothers and their daughters-in-law don’t often get on too well. If there is any truth in the belief then Sandra (Sandy) and her daughter-in-law, Kylie, are the exception to the rule. Sandy and Kylie are the very best of friends and as well as enjoying shopping trips together, going out for coffee and chatting they liked to share intimate secrets. Their husbands would have a fit if they had known what their wives said and did behind their backs. Both Sandra and Kylie agreed that when it came to sex, Dave and Jim were “fucking useless.”

Both women were avid readers of erotic stories and delighted in meeting up and sharing their latest discoveries. The two women, despite their age difference, found they had much in common when it came to sex. Their story swapping sessions always led to them getting hot and bothered and, uncharacteristically, using the most profane language. Normally Sandy and Kylie used only the most genteel and ladylike language. Everyone they knew, especially their husbands, would have been shocked to hear them in full flow.

“I love those taboo stories, you know, the incest stories. Especially the mother daughter ones.”

“Oh fuck, yes Sandy. I like the kinky ones too. Oh! I can feel my panties are getting damp already.”

“Your knickers are always damp Kylie.” As if to prove the point, Sandy reached up her daughter-in-law’s skirt.

“Oh, mummy! That feels nice. Will you take my knickers off please?”

“Of course, darling daughter.” Sandy loved it when Kylie called her “Mummy,” in their sex games. It added a further bit of taboo naughtiness. “Oh Kylie, your knickers are so wet. Are you sure you haven’t peed yourself?”

“No, I don’t think so Mummy. Can little Kylie take Mummy’s knickers off too please?”

“Of course you can love. Shall we play with each other’s naughty bits?”

“Oh yes, Mummy, you know I love that,” agreed Kylie in her best baby voice.

So it would go on with both women becoming more and more excited, finger fucking each other until they both came again and again, their fingers wet with each other’s juices.

The incident of the Novelty Shop started last week. After her husband had left for work, 52-year-old Sandy set off to visit Kylie who lived just two streets away. Kylie seemed especially bubbly as she popped a coffee pod into the Nespresso coffee maker.

“You seem very bright and bushy tailed this morning love,” observed Sandy.

“I am. Mum. Have you seen that new Novelty and Party shop in the High Street?”

Sandy thought for a moment. “Well, yes, I’ve seen it. They sell jokes and outfits for fancy dress and stuff like that, don’t they? I haven’t been in though. I don’t think that they’ll sell anything to interest me.”

“That’s just what I thought, Mum, but I had a few minutes spare the other day and took a look, out of curiosity. They had all the usual jokes like fake dog poo, whoopee cushions, itching powder, dressing-up things and party goods. But, and this is the interesting bit; in one corner there is a partition with a sign that says Adults Only. Of course, I just had to go in.”

At this point, Sandra began to share her daughter-in-law’s excitement. “So, what was in there, Kylie?”

“Mum, it was fantastic. There was every sort of sex aid you could think of and a whole lot that I had never even thought of. Some of them I couldn’t imagine what they were for.”

“Wow! That’s exciting. Did you buy anything?”

Kylie smiled and reached for a bag beside the sofa. “I got this, Mum.” Kylie opened the bag with a flourish and revealed an artificial penis.

Sandy’s eyes bulged. “Goodness, what a fantastic cock! It is the most realistic artificial prick I have ever seen. All those veins and ripples and those lovely balls,” enthused Sandy. And look at that German Helmet with the cute pee hole. Oh, can I touch it?” Not waiting for a reply, Sandy reached over and ran her finger over the beautifully sculpted cock head. “Oh my! It feels so real.”

“Mum, you wouldn’t believe how good it feels to fuck with. It vibrates and throbs in several different speed settings. It is literally fucking amazing.”

Sandy was beginning to feel an insistent itch between her legs and a tingling in her tummy. “Can I try it, Kylie? I’ve got so turned on; I need a good fuck.”

“Of course you can, Mum. So long as I can watch.”

“That’s fine, don’t we always watch each other?” Sandy took her tights and knickers off as she spoke.

“Oh, I almost forgot. For a limited period, they are giving a free gift with every purchase. I got this.” Kylie reached into the bag once more and brought out a small tube, about the size and shape of a tube of toothpaste.”

Sandy narrowed her eyes and squinted at the writing on the side of the tube. It was too small for her to read without her reading glasses. “What is it, Kylie?”

“If you smear a little on the dildo before you use it on yourself, it gives you the most fantastic feeling. I can’t really describe it. Why don’t you try it? You only need the tiniest amount. Here let me do it for you. You lay back in the chair with your legs over the arms.”

Sandy adopted the prescribed position while Kylie squeezed out a tiny amount of the colourless gel onto the head of the cock. “Right, Mum, are you ready for a fantastic fuck? Hold tight!”

Sandy’s legs were splayed lewdly over the chair arms so that her moist slit gaped, displaying the glistening pink interior. Kylie slipped in the gel-coated cock and Sandy shuddered as Kylie began a gentle in-out motion. “How does that feel?”

Sandy’s mouth opened and closed like a goldfish. She was temporarily deprived of the power of speech. Then she managed to stammer “It’s amazing. Best fuck ever. Oh, my cunt’s on fire. Brrr! Now it’s icy cool. Its all tingly. Ooh, don’t stop. I’m coming. Oh fuck!”

Kylie continued to slide the phallus into her mother-in-law, who was gripping the arms of her chair so tightly that her knuckles turned white. She writhed and squirmed, pushing down, to meet the thrusts. Kylie dialled the vibrations up to a higher rate causing Sandy to scream out as another orgasm wracked her entire body. Kylie turned the dial again to cause the penis to pulse and throb.

“Stop it! Stop! I can’t take anymore. Oh fuck! I’m coming again. Turn it off.”

Kylie withdrew the device and allowed Sandy to recover a degree of composure. “I must have one of those,” uttered Sandy when she recovered the power of speech.

The following day Sandra paused outside the Novelty and Party shop. She looked both ways up and down the High Street to satisfy herself that there was no one about that she knew. Then she entered quickly and started to closely examine packets of “Red Hot Pepper Jelly Babies,”. Next a pair of goggle-eye glasses caught her attention. Gradually she sidled over to the special corner that Kylie had described to her. She entered an Aladdin’s cave of sex aids. There was everything from handcuffs to strap-on dildos; fruit flavoured condoms to anatomically accurate blow-up dolls of both sexes and, finally, artificial cocks.

Sandy examined them carefully until she found the exact model that Kylie had so ably demonstrated on her. She picked one up and moved quickly over to the sales counter. Sandy baulked at the price of £39.99. It would make a big dent in her housekeeping allowance, but she had to have it. Just think of all those luscious orgasms.

“Batteries madam?”

Sandy blushed at the question from the sales girl who must have been several years younger than Kylie. “Er, um, yes I guess so,” she stuttered. That pushed the bill up to £43.45.

“Oh we have a special offer madam that entitles you to a random free gift from our extensive range.” The girl plunged her hand into a box under the counter and dropped a little package into a plastic bag with the dildo and batteries. “Enjoy!” The young girl smiled knowingly at the red-faced Sandy.

When she arrived back home, Sandy opened her package and with trembling fingers loaded the batteries into the vibrating rubber cock. She tried the various settings and felt the penis throb to life in her hands. She could scarcely wait to try it out. She hastily pulled down her panties and was about to touch the vibrating German helmet onto her clit. Wait! What about the all-important tube of gel?

Sandy delved once again into the bag of delights and brought out a packet that clearly was not a tube of gel. No, it was a packet of what could have been seeds, such as might be bought at a garden centre. The packet had a lurid colour illustration of a muscle-bound young man and the wording: Grow Your Own Toy Boy”. What a disappointment that she had received such a useless joke, when what she really wanted was the lovely gel that Kylie had used on her.

Never the less, Sandy put the dildo to work. It was nice, certainly the best vibrating cock she had ever used (and there had been several). Without the special gel though, it just wasn’t quite the same. She still managed two orgasms. Once she had cleaned the rubber penis and put it away in her secret hidey hole, she turned her attention to the packet of seeds. She was about to throw it away in the garbage receptacle when she had a second thought. Sandy had a special knack of managing to kill off every houseplant she ever had. The most recent victim of her lack of green fingers had been thrown onto the compost heap just two days ago. Its sad demise had left a vacant flower pot that was still perched forlornly on the kitchen window ledge. Sandy shrugged and opened the packet. There was just one seed, about the size of a dried pea. Just one lousy seed. What a rip-off. Muttering to herself, Sandy part filled the plant post with compost, poked a little hole in the centre and pushed the seed into the hole and covered it over. She poured a little water onto the compost and placed the plant pot back onto its place on the window ledge.

Later she told Kylie of her purchase and the disappointment at not getting the wonderful gel.

“Don’t worry, Mum. We’ll go down to the Novelty Shop together and buy a tube of the gel each. I am sure they will keep it as a stock item. To be honest, Mum, I’m more that half-way down the tube already.”

A couple of days after planting the seed, Sandy was rewarded with a little green shoot poking up above the compost. She gave it a little water and promised herself that she would look after it this time and try not to kill it off.

By the end of the week the new plant was about three inches tall and almost an inch in diameter. A single, green stem with no evident sign of foliage or off-shoots. Sandy, no plant expert, thought it must be a sort of cactus without spines. A succulent of some sort perhaps. Within ten days the green stem was about seven inches tall and at least two inches in diameter. It was still absolutely smooth. How strange! Then something new happened – a sort of bulbous protuberance started to emerge at the top of the plant. Goodness, it looks like a green cock, thought Sandy.

Within a day or two the resemblance to a penis grew more pronounced. The bulbous head even seemed to have a little pee hole in the centre. Sandy touched the plant with her finger. It even felt like a cock. She stroked it gently. Yes, it really does feel like a lovely stiff cock. As if to prove the point, a clear liquid started to dribble from the little slit in the bulbous, mushroom-like head. “pre-cum,” whispered Sandy to herself. “My pet cock is dribbling precum. Do you like it when I tickle you, my lovely cock plant?”

Even Sandy’s hubby, Dave noticed the similarity between the plant that adorned the kitchen window ledge and a penis. He peered at the plant over his reading glasses. “That’s a weird looking cactus you’ve got there, Sandy. Looks just like an erection. At least there aren’t any prickles so you won’t prick yourself!” Dave wandered off to read his paper, chuckling at his own pun.

The next part of the story was inevitable. Sandy was no stranger to using all sorts of plant life to satisfy her needs. There had been carrots, bananas (which woman hasn’t used a banana to fuck herself?), cucumbers. On one occasion she had even shagged herself with a stick of celery. The most challenging vegetable she had stuffed into her voracious cunny had been a lovely purple aubergine. Her new houseplant, courtesy of The Novelty Shop looked so deliciously tempting.

Her heart beating rapidly, Sandy carefully placed her plant on the kitchen floor. She removed her knickers and cautiously lowered herself until the bulbous head of the stem was touching her slit. She held the green shaft and guided it into her eager cunny. The feeling was instantly sensational. The stem of the plant was a perfect fit, filling her beautifully. Strangely, she felt an intense tingling sensation. Something in the plant was evidently reacting with her own secretions, she reasoned. Whatever the cause the plant worked perfectly. Sandy quickened her movements and was rewarded with a delicious climax. As she orgasmed, she felt a spurt of sap from the head of the plant flood her womb. It was just like a real cock erupting inside her. As she carefully raised herself of the plant a creamy white liquid dribbled from her slit and down the shaft of the plant.

Sandy promised herself that she would look after her new houseplant.

When she met up with Kylie and told her of her marvellous house plant, naturally Kylie wanted one too. At the next opportunity the two women paid another visit to The Novelty Shop. Both of them purchased a tube of the special gel (large size) and Kylie found a packet labelled “Grow Your own Toy Boy” on a display board.

They took their purchases to the counter where the young lady sales assistant gave them a welcoming smile. As she packed their purchases into two bags she said “You are luck, ladies. Today is the last day of our special offer. You each get a special surprise free gift.” She reached under the counter and retrieved two small packets and dropped one into each bag.

“Have fun girls,” she said as Sandy and Kylie left the store.

To be continued…

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A woman helps her wife relax in a special way

Surprise
By Discreet Lover

Copyrighted 2011

The house was quiet as Len walked though the front door. She frowned as she walked into the living room and listened for any sound. Checking her watch she saw it was only 6:30. So where were the kids and Randa? Usually when she got home from work the kids were either running around or watching tv and Randa was working on the computer or making dinner. Walking further into the house she started calling out. “Kimmy? Ricky? Tommy?” She walked around the whole first floor but there were no signs of the kids. In fact it looked like they hadn’t been there all day, the house was spotless which was unusual when you have three 4 year olds running around. “Randa?” She called as she headed to stairs.

That’s when she heard soft music playing from somewhere upstairs. The raven haired woman ventured up looking in every room trying to find the source of the music. “Randa?” Se called once again but still got no answer. As she drew closer to the bedroom she shared with her wife Randa the music grew louder. When she opened the door she gasped.

Candles were lite all over the room lighting the room with a sensuous glow. The air smelled of lavender and was filled with the soft sounds of smooth jazz. The king size bed was made up with midnight blue silk sheets and in the middle lay Randa, dressed in a stunning red, body hugging, sheer nightie that left nothing to imagination. It showed off to perfection Randa’s 36 C breasts and was sheer enough to show her dime sized puffy nipples. Her pussy, with her neatly trimmed red curls, could also be clearly seen through the material. Her silky red hair flowed down around her shoulders. And sitting on the bed beside her was a tray with chocolate covered strawberries and two glasses of wine. “Wow.” was all Len could say as she took everything in.

“Welcome home baby.” Randa said in the sexiest voice she could muster.

Len walked over with a huge smile on her face. “What’s the occasion?”
Randa smiled back. “No occasion. I just wanted to do something special for my woman.” She sat up carefully so she wouldn’t knock down the glasses.

“Where are the kids?” Len asked refereeing to their triplets.

“They’re at mom’s.” Randa answered as she got off the bed and walked over to Len. She put her arms around her neck and kissed her. Len wrapped her arms around Randa’s waist pulling her tight to her body. “Mmm. You look beautiful baby.” She said softly.

“Thank you sweetheart. But I think you’re a little over dressed for what i have in mind.” Randa replied and started to undress Len slowly as she kissed her. She worked quickly getting Len out of her business suit, then lead her over to the bed pushing her onto it gently before joining her. Randa handed her wife a glass and they took a sip while looking the other in the eyes. So far the mood was relaxed which is how Randa wanted it. She took Len’s glass and set it on the night stand along with her own. Then she leaned over to kiss her again, a slow, long burning kiss. Their tongues danced around each other as their lips melted together. Their bodies were pressed together and Len could feel Randa’s hard nipples press against her. They moaned softly through the kiss as their hands explored each other’s body. Having been together for many years they knew just where to touch to make each other shiver and tremble with desire.

After what seemed like hours Randa broke the kiss. “Lay back darling.” She whispered and Len quickly obeyed. The redhead moved over to sit beside her and started feeding her the strawberries, kissing her between bite. Randa smiled as she watched Len slowly relax. She knew how stressed her lover had been all week over work. That’s why she planned this night, to help her relax and unwind.

Once the wine was gone and the strawberries all eaten Randa had Len roll over onto her stomach so she could massage her back. Len sighed as Randa straddled her back and started working the knots out of her shoulders. They both were quiet as Randa worked down Len’s back all the way to her ass. She massaged Len’s firm globes then started kissing them. “I love you Len.” She said quietly as she kissed and licked all over her ass making Len moan softly. “I love you too.” She replied.

Randa licked along her crack before spreading her cheeks and licked inside. Her tongue circled Len’s asshole wetting it then plunged inside making Len moan and arch off the bed. “Yes Randa!” She loved having her ass licked. Randa pushed her tongue in as far as she could and wiggled it touching as much of Len’s hot ass as she could. She thrust her tongue like a tiny cock fucking her wife’s ass. Len felt her pussy flood, she could feel an orgasm already barreling down on her fast. Her hips started to buck and her moans grew louder as she pushed back against her wife who was doing her best to make sure Len got off. Len’s body jerked hard as she screamed into her pillow, her juices flooding down her thighs as her orgasm rushed through her.

Randa kept licking until Len started to calm down. Only then did she pull away and smile. “I think you liked that.” She giggled and got off the bed to go clean up and let Len catch her breath. Once she came back she crawled between Len’s legs like a cat. Len had turned over so that she was now laying on her back but still had her eyes closed and her chest was still heaving a bit as she settled down. But before she could regain her composure Randa was on the attack again, this time she attacked Len’s clit. She put Len’s legs over her shoulders and her tongue started fighting with Len’s clit as her fingers slowly pushed into her entrance. Len pulled Randa’s face tight to her pussy. “Yes baby! Suck my clit!”

Randa sucked Len’s clit into her mouth and nibbled on it making Len cry out in ecstasy. Her fingers plunged inside and started finger fucking her lover hard and fast driving her quickly to her second orgasm. Len screamed as she climaxed, her body trembled and her breast heaved with her panting. She pulled Randa up kissing her deeply, tasting her own juices still on Randa’s lips but she didn’t mind. She pushed Randa onto her back and ripped the red nightie off her beautiful body. Her mouth captured one of Randa’s hard nipples and she sucked hard on it making her moan. Her fingers trailed down over Randa’s flat stomach through the downy red curls to her puffy lips. Len could feel the moisture there as she caressed the soft lips making Randa arch up. Then she pulled away and got off the bed making Randa pout and whine. “Where are you going?”

Len didn’t answer as she moved over to their dresser and got out their goodie box. She pulled out the strap on and turned around to Randa with a smile on her face she strapped it on. Randa smiled back and trembled with anticipation. The raven haired woman walked back over to the bed and settled between Randa’s spread legs. She rubbed the head of the dildo along her slit wetting it before placing it at Randa’s entrance. Their eyes locked Len pushed the whole thing in with one stroke. “God!” Randa cried out. They held still a moment savoring it, then Len slowly pulled out til just the head was left inside.

“Do it Len,” Randa whispered. “Please.” Len didn’t keep her waiting for long and plunged the thick dildo up Randa’s tight hole. “Ohhh fuck!” Len moaned as the strap on pressed onto her clit. Setting a steady pace she fucked Randa hard causing the head board to bash against the wall. “Ooohh YES LEN! FUCK ME!” Randa screamed out and clawed at her lovers back. The delicious pain made Len fuck even faster. “Oh fuck yeah!” Both were reaching the breaking point and were desperately fighting back from the edge. But it was a losing battle. Almost at the same time they both screaming out their passion so loud the neighbors could hear. It was a wonder no one called the cops.

Exhausted Len carefully pulled the dildo out and flopped down beside Randa both trying to catch their breath. It took them several minutes before they were recovered enough to talk. The sweat drying on their bodies made them shiver so Len pulled the covers over them and Randa cuddled close laying her head on Len’s chest.

“That was wonderful baby.” Len finally said and kissed the top of Randa’s head. “Thank you, it was just what I needed.”

Randa sighed contently and smiled. “You’re more then welcome sweetie.” Cuddled close they fell asleep both completely relaxed and in love.

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Claire’s reluctant work at the woman-demeaning lobby group “Titcage” is transforming her life into that of a slut.

Chapter 18
BEN VISITS AGAIN

When Claire got home, her father quickly discovered her pierced clitoris.

‘What’s this?’ he demanded.

‘Work made me get it,’ Claire mumbled. She was lying on her father’s lap with her legs spread, ready to have her cunt spanked.

‘Don’t lie, young lady,’ said her father. ‘This is something you did so you’d look like your slutty friend Kitten, isn’t it?’

Claire didn’t know what to say so she just nodded.

‘And you did it knowing that the only person who sees your slutty little twat is your father, didn’t you?’ he asked.

Claire could feel her father’s dick hardening underneath her buttocks, his erection pressing against her ass. She still didn’t know what to say. She certainly couldn’t say that other girls saw her twat. She just nodded again.

‘We’re going to have a talk about this tomorrow night, Claire,’ her father said. ‘Tonight you’ll just get a spanking but tomorrow we’ll do something more.’

‘Tomorrow?’ asked Claire.

‘Yes. Tonight your friend Ben has come to visit; he’s upstairs in your room. Now spread your legs so I can hit your pussy.’

Claire did, letting her father slap her twenty times on the twat, driving her ass down against his hard cock with each slap. When he was done his hand was wet with her juices; he placed it against her face and Claire licked it clean, sucking her slut honey off each finger.

She was dripping wet and she wanted to masturbate but she had to go say hello to Ben. What was he doing here?

As promised, he was waiting in her bedroom. Claire gave him a hug, and per her Titcage instructions, didn’t release until he did. It felt good, hugging a man, given how wet her cunt was. She wanted to just grind against him. She contented herself with mashing her tits hard against his chest.

Ben held her for a long time, clearly expecting her to let go and being prepared to enjoy the hug until she did. Finally he let go.

‘So you weren’t at school today,’ he said. ‘I was worried and thought I’d come see how you were.’

‘I’m still at Titcage,’ said Claire. ‘Mum and dad pulled me out of school so I could keep working.’

‘What, for the whole term?’ asked Ben, incredulous. Claire nodded.

‘Are you still… you know, going bare?’ he asked.

Claire blushed. ‘You mean my panties?’ she said.

‘Yes,’ said Ben.

Claire blushed harder, and nodded.

‘And… oh, wow,’ said Ben. He had seen her ID. He was staring at the pictures of her bare tits and cunt on it, and her printed name of Fucktwat.

‘That’s the ID they make me have,’ said Claire. She wanted to curl up and die. She couldn’t believe her friend was looking at pictures of her pussy and boobs, or seeing that disgusting name Titcage had given her.

‘Are you… are you okay with this?’ Ben asked incredulously.

Claire wanted to say, ‘No!’ But she remembered her rules, and remembered what would happen if she didn’t make the next grade on schedule. ‘It’s what’s appropriate for me,’ she said. ‘I deserve it.’

‘You deserve to be called Fucktwat?’ Ben asked.

‘I… yes.’ Claire could feel herself starting to cry.

Ben moved over on the bed and put his arms around Claire. It felt good but at the same time it was exactly what Claire didn’t need. She was upset and still horny and her pussy was throbbing and having a boy so near to her just made her confused. She moaned. She intended the moan to be a “no” sound but it just came out like slutty lust.

‘It’s okay, Claire,’ said Ben. ‘I don’t know what’s going on with you but it’ll be okay.’

Claire looked up at Ben, her face very near to his. And then he leaned in and kissed her.

Claire had never kissed a boy before. She’d kissed Sluthole and kissed Kitten but never a boy. Now Ben was kissing her, and it felt good. She moaned again and kissed back. Ben began to push her backwards onto the bed and she let him. Soon she was lying on her back with Ben on top of her, still kissing her.

She could feel Ben’s hard cock against her groin, through his trousers. Of course his cock was hard; that’s what happened to men who she spent time with. Her father, Jim, Michael – she made them all want to fuck her. Because that’s what she was good for – being fucked.

The thoughts in her head sounded like her training tape but they sounded right. She wanted Ben to fuck her. She was just a waste of space if she wasn’t being fucked, just a little cocktease who deserved to be raped. She spread her legs, and the motion pushed up her skirt, so that now her bare cunt was rubbing directly against the front of Ben’s pants. She kissed him harder, moaning, as her tits were crushed against his chest.

And then suddenly Ben pushed himself off her.

‘No, I’m sorry,’ he said, gasping. He looked down at Claire’s exposed cunt. Claire blushed and closed her legs.

‘What? What’s wrong?’ asked Claire.

‘You’re vulnerable, you were about to cry a moment ago,’ said Ben. ‘God, Claire, you’re so sexy, but I don’t want to take advantage of you.’

Claire wanted to cry again. She was so horny and she’d just completely offered herself to Ben and now he was looking at her nude pussy and telling her he didn’t want it.

‘I’d better go,’ said Ben. ‘I’ll come back later in the week and check on you, okay?’

‘Okay,’ sniffled Claire. ‘I’m sorry, Ben.’

‘It’s okay. Don’t worry about it.’ And with that, he left.

Claire immediately lowered her fingers to her pussy. She needed to masturbate. She needed to cum. She fucked her fingers in and out of her cunt. Remembering the standards for W grade, she brought her fingers to her lips every ten strokes and licked them clean. Her cunt juices tasted good, a little like the Titcage cordial. She sucked her slut honey off her fingers eagerly.

Suddenly she realised someone was in the room with her. It was Steph. Claire jerked her fingers away from her cunt and hastily pulled down her skirt.

‘Oh, it’s okay,’ said Steph, grinning. ‘I know what a colossal slut you are, you don’t need to hide it.’

‘I wasn’t…’ started Claire.

Steph sat down on the bed and hugged Claire. ‘It’s okay, I’m not going to tell mum and dad. If I was going to say something I would have said it last week when you were falling asleep with a vibrator in your pussy.’

‘You knew?’ asked Claire.

‘I’m not stupid, sis,’ said Steph. ‘You grind up against in me in your sleep, you know. And you wake up smelling like wet cunt.’

Claire was mortified. ‘I’m so sorry! Steph, I’m…’

‘It’s okay!’ insisted Steph. ‘I used to do really slutty stuff with Jenna too so I know what it’s like to just be really horny and dirty.’

‘It’s Titcage,’ said Claire. ‘They make me.’

‘Really?’ asked Steph. She looked interested.

And just like that Claire found herself telling Steph everything – about the way the men looked at her tits, about her work, about Kitten, about Sluthole, about Jim. She cried for some of it and Steph held her and cuddled her. The only thing she left out was the cameras in the house. She just couldn’t bear to tell Steph she’d let Steph be recorded and seen by strange men.

‘And I need to sleep naked tonight,’ she finished, ‘for my W grade rules.’

‘Okay,’ said Steph. ‘But only if I get to too.’ She smiled, and Claire smiled back.

And so that night Claire went to bed naked, next to her equally naked sister. Steph watched as Claire put her vibrator in her twat. Claire knew she didn’t need it now, with her clit ring attached, but she also remembered Michael saying that good sluts kept their pussies full, and besides she had come to like the feeling of it stretching her cunt as she slept.

Steph put her arms around Claire and held her close as the earbuds started up with their soundtrack. ‘You’re a slut,’ they said. ‘Claire likes being raped. Claire likes the taste of cum. Claire is a little rapetoy.’ And as promised, her clit-ring started to buzz along with the words, even as the vibrator hummed inside her twat.

Claire moaned and hugged her sister tighter, feeling her tits mash against her sister’s. Steph just giggled a little and hugged her back.

Claire didn’t fall asleep for a long time – not until after her first orgasm. All through that time she was aware of her sister’s naked body up against her, and all she wanted to do was rub against it. As she came close to orgasm she started to fantasise about kissing her sister, about having her sister kiss her breasts, about Jim cumming on her sister’s face. She orgasmed to that image – Jim’s sperm dripping from her sister’s cheeks.

‘You are a disgusting slutty fuckpig,’ said her own voice in her ears as she fell asleep.

Chapter 19
SHOPPING FOR CLOTHES

Instead of the next day, Slutkitten took Claire out to buy new clothes. Michael had given the two of them the day off for the purpose. Getting the money for the clothes out of her father wasn’t easy, but when Slutkitten turned up to pick her up, and promptly hugged her father, kissed him on the libs, and rubbed his cock through his pants using her hand, he’d reluctantly parted with several hundred dollars.

As she wasn’t going to work, Claire wasn’t wearing any panties. When she got in Slutkitten’s car, Kitten leaned over and kissed her on the lips, and then reached down and touched Claire’s pussy lightly, playing with Claire’s new clitoris ring. ‘You’re so pretty,’ she sighed, and Claire blushed. ‘Why don’t you play with your cunt while we drive?’ she added. ‘You can get one of your masturbations done.’

Claire reluctantly followed Kitten’s advice, rubbing her twat as Kitten drove to the mall and frequently bringing her fingers to her mouth to lick them clean. By the time they got to the parking lot Claire was dripping wet, so she quickly used her hand to wipe up as much of the slut nectar as possible, licked her hand clean, and then followed Slutkitten across the parking lot and into the mall.

Inside, Kitten established the routine for the day. They would both go into a shop and find the sluttiest clothes they could. Then they’d go into a change room together, and both get completely naked. Then they would kiss each other, entwining their legs and rubbing their pussies till they were on the verge of orgasm, before separating and trying on their clothes. Whoever had the sluttiest outfit, in Kitten’s opinion, would win a “point”. Whoever had the least points at the end of the day would have to stay completely naked in the car as they drove home.

Claire worked hard to not lose the game. She found tops that were too small for her, which her large tits stretched out obscenely. She found cleavage tops that almost exposed her nipples. She found crop tops that revealed underboob and two bikinis that were so tight they were painful to wear. Along with these, she found short skirts of all varieties, some of which didn’t come down far enough to fully cover her pussy mound.

The whole day she was soaking wet and desperately horny. She kissed Kitten passionately every change, mashing her naked boobs against Kitten’s and exploring her mouth with her tongue. She soaked Kitten’s knee and thigh with her cunt juices and towards the end of the day started begging Kitten in a quiet voice to let her cum. But Kitten had more self-control, and wouldn’t let her orgasm. She repeatedly had to clean her cunt by wiping it with her hand and then licking her hand, and her mouth was full of the taste of her own pussy the whole day.

Early in the day Kitten gave Claire a water bottle filled with cordial to replace the juices they were leaking out their cunts. Claire drank it quickly and Kitten gave her another. By afternoon Claire badly needed to piss.

‘I need to go to the toilet,’ Claire whispered as they walked to another shop.

‘No you don’t,’ said Kitten. ‘You need to piss in public for your grade.’

Claire was mortified. ‘I thought I’d do in front of you, in private.’

‘No,’ said Kitten. ‘But here, put these panties on, they’ll catch some of it. I won’t tell your dad.’

Claire was almost crying but Kitten was adamant. They borrowed a nearby shop’s changeroom for Claire to slip the pair of lacey panties over her twat, and then they headed back out into public.

‘Piss,’ said Kitten.

‘Everyone will see,’ said Claire.

‘No, they won’t, unless they’re looking at your legs,’ said Kitten.

‘I’ll leave a puddle on the floor,’ wailed Claire.

‘Put your shopping bag between your legs and piss into that. You can always wash the clothes.’

Starting to cry, Claire obeyed. In the central thoroughfare of the mall she stood, her shopping bag placed between her feet, and tried to pretend she was alone as she released her bladder.

Soon her urine started to flow. She felt it spurt into her panties, soak through the material, and then dribble and gush between her legs down into her shopping bag. She could hear it splattering onto her new slutty clothes, soaking them in urine.

I’ll never be able to wear those clothes without thinking about how I pissed on them, she thought. She looked around, blushing. Surely someone could hear her? Or smell her piss? Or see her blushing? Or at least weren’t they wondering why she was standing so still?

And sure enough a couple of people were looking at her. But they didn’t seem to understand what was going on. They didn’t see her urine dropping from beneath her skirt into her bag.

Finally her bladder was empty. She picked up her shopping bag and heard the urine slosh around in the bottom. She felt her warm, wet panties cling to her cunt.

‘I’m done. Can we go home now?’ she said, tearfully. Kitten nodded, and led her out of the mall to the car.

She could feel her piss-wet panties against her twat the whole drive. Kitten took both of them back to Kitten’s house. As soon as they got inside, Kitten pushed Claire up against the wall and started kissing her again. Kitten’s hands massaged Claire’s vagina through the pissy panties, pushing the sodden material up between her labia into her sluthole.

‘Please,’ moaned Claire, ‘I need to cum.’ She felt so slutty asking for permission to cum like this, but it never occurred to her to just bring herself to orgasm without permission, after Kitten had told her not to.

Kitten was as hot and horny as Claire. ‘You can cum if you do something for me.’ She poked at Claire’s cunt, stroking her be-ringed clitoris.

‘What?’ asked Claire.

‘Change back into one of your new outfits,’ said Kitten.

‘But they’re all pissy!’ protested Claire.

‘I know,’ said Kitten.

Claire knew it was slutty, but she felt like at Kitten’s house different rules applied. It wasn’t as slutty to do things here. It was just friendly. And she needed to cum so much. She stripped naked as Kitten watched, and then pulled one of her new tight tops out of the bag. It was soaked, dripping with piss.

Kitten was already undressing as she watched, and fingering her own twat. Claire unhappily pulled the soaking wet cloth over her head, wrinkling her nose at the smell of her urine and gagging as she inadvertently smeared some of the wetness on her face. She pulled it into place over her tits. The cloth clung to every curve, covering her tits in warm, acrid wetness. It felt slutty and it felt hot.

She reached for a skirt but Kitten couldn’t control herself any longer. Naked now, she pushed Claire down on the ground and started kissing her. Her hand dove between Claire’s legs, and Claire responded by reaching for Kitten’s own twat. Kitten’s fingers felt amazing, pumping in and out of her sluthole. Her piss-wet tits rubbed against Kitten’s boobs, and she sucked enthusiastically on Kitten’s tongue.

But something wasn’t quite right. And she knew what it was.

‘Say things,’ she mumbled to Kitten.

‘What?’ said Kitten, breathing heavily.

‘Like my tape. Say things to me like my tape,’ said Claire.

So Kitten did. ‘You’re a slut,’ she whispered. ‘You’re a whore. You deserve to be raped.’

Claire’s cunt exploded and she started cumming immediately. She moaned and licked at Kitten’s lips as she kept talking.

‘You’re a pissy lesbo slut,’ said Kitten. ‘You’re a big boobed piss cow. You like to have your tits abused.’

‘MMMM! MMMM!’ moaned Claire deliriously, cumming again and again. Her fingers spasmed against Kitten’s cunt, and then Kitten had to stop talking because she was orgasming too.

Afterwards Claire felt enormously dirty and guilty. She almost cried at how slutty she had been. She held still as Kitten pulled off her pissy top, and then licked the urine from her breasts. She watched as Kitten put the top back into the shopping bag, and then pissed in the bag as well. It felt right to Claire. Her clothes were for pissing on. Because she was a slut. A lesbo, pissy slut.

(To be continued…)

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Slave cunt is displayed and used at a private bdsm party with male and female slaves and their depraved owners.

Chapter Sixteen: A Private Party

It had been a month since I felt the warm sun on my skin at the farm and I hadn’t since left the quaint single story abode that my Master inherited after his mother died. I was comfortable with my routines as they gave me structure and comfort. Sometimes he would even generously dump the scraps from his plate into my dog bowl, providing me with variety beyond my usual broth and cold oatmeal. I felt special and loved when he would charitably share such gifts with me. I was a lucky little cunt indeed for having such a caring Master.

I never ventured back into the basement after that night at the party. Master still went down there a few times a day to get things from storage or deal with house issues but it was made clear to me that my area was upstairs and venturing back into the basement would result in a severe punishment. I certainly didn’t want to face a harsh reprimand, but more so, the thought of disappointing my owner filled my flat little tummy with dread.

It was the early afternoon and I had just finished eating my lunch of cold chicken broth while in the eat position. As always I ran my soft pink tongue over the smooth gleaming surface of my bowl, lapping every drop of the delicious liquid. I crawled to the bathroom and was squatting over my bucket, the warm yellow pee spraying out of me with force loudly striking the gray metal interior of the container when my Master appeared in the doorway.

“You may remember meeting Lady Kara at that party we went to a while ago,” Master said as he gazed at the flow of yellow liquid streaming from between my legs. “She’s having her event tonight and I told her that we’d attend. Does that sound like something you’d like to do?”

My eyes lit up and my heart started pounding wildly. Another chance to get out of the house and see people was thrilling news indeed. “Oh yes Master, yes please Master,” I exclaimed excitedly as my stream of salty urine turned into a dribble and finally a few errant drops before stopping entirely. “Please may the Cunt go with its Master tonight?”

“Since you’ve been such a good little fucktoy, I’ll allow it. Start getting yourself ready my faithful bitch in heat, hair, makeup and the works. We want to look your best to reflect well on your owner. You have permission to forgo the remainder of your edging sessions and pose work for the rest of the day in order to get ready.”

I quickly scurried on all fours to my Master’s feet and got into ‘thank’ position, kissing his slippers profusely while raising my plugged ass and arching my back just as I had been trained.

He leaned over and gently pushed on the plug that stretched my rectum, reminding me of how filled I was. “Go ahead now, my little toy, get ready and make me proud.”

I spent several hours preparing myself. I showered, washed and styled my silky long dark hair and applied makeup to make myself look beautiful for my owner. Master left out the shiny black latex dress and stripper heels for me to wear. Whatever clothing adorned my body was the choice of my Master and if it pleased him for me to be seen in this outfit again, that was all that mattered.

After inspecting me thoroughly including having me twirl around several times to give my Master the full view of my little body, he clipped a leash to the O ring at the front of my collar and led me to the garage where his chariot, the familiar rusted Toyota, sat waiting to escort us to the party. On the journey to our destination I enjoyed the beauty of the orange sunset. The way the sky lit up in bright bands of pink and purple as the clarity of daylight gave way to the mystery of darkness. We drove through the brightly lit gates of a large house just as the digital clock on the dashboard struck six and travelled up the cobblestone driveway, parking near the front next to a variety of fancy European luxury cars.

Master helped me out of his compact Corolla and held my slim arm as I adjusted my latex dress, pulling the hem of the slick shiny garment down until it barely covered the round cheeks of my firm behind. I took small strides on the smooth stones, careful not to slip while wearing the platform stripper heels that were tightly secured onto my small feet and the slender chain leash dangled freely from the heavy steel collar that graced my slender neck. My lithe little body felt sexy, slutty and desirable in my fetish friendly attire and I had spent the entire day ensuring that my hair and makeup were perfect. Master on the other hand was disheveled; his weighty figure dressed as if he picked up the wrinkled clothes from a pile of dirty laundry on the floor and put them on. We approached the walkway where an intimidating looking bald man wearing a dark suit and a headset kept a watchful eye over the entrance.

He held one of his thick arms out to block us from proceeding and with a disinterested monotone voice inquired “name?”

My Master cleared his throat and weakly answered “Arnie…Arnie Pierce.”

The daunting gatekeeper stared at Master dismissively before reluctantly scanning a piece of paper attached to the clipboard in his hand. “You’re not on the list.”

“What do you mean I’m not on the list,” Master pleaded. “Lady Kara invited us. Check the list again. Arnie Pierce.”

“You’re not on the list Sir. Perhaps you would like for me to check under the lady’s name?”

“It’s not going to be under her name.”

“Then I’ll have to ask you to leave Sir.”

“Fine,” Master capitulated. “Her name is the Cunt.”

“Seriously? That’s her name?”

“Yes, that’s her legal name. I’m telling you the truth!”

The menacing guardian rolled his eyes and shook his head before returning his gaze to the register before him. “Well what do you know; I do have the Cunt on the list. ” He gave his headset a tap and said “I have a young lady at the front named the Cunt.” He bobbed his hairless head in a nodding motion, tapped his headset again and turned to us. “She’ll be out momentarily, please step to the side.”

Master played with the handle of my leash with one hand as the chubby fingers of his other hand found their way under my dress and gently caressed my firm rear. We didn’t have to wait long before Lady Kara clad in black leather and thigh high boots strode confidently down the walkway with her little blonde slave following dutifully behind. “Oh there you are, you stunning creature,” she said as she opened her arms and gave me a strong hug, pulling me into her ample bosom. She then grasped my willowy frame by my shoulders and looked me in the eyes. “You are even more spectacular than I remember. I’m so glad you decided to attend tonight. You remember my slave Holes don’t you?”

“I thought her name was Drink Holder,” Master interjected.

“For that party it was. For this party it’s Holes you silly man.” She said dismissively as she turned to her pierced pet and said “tell them why your name is Holes.”

“My name is Holes because I am a worthless trio of holes,” she answered obediently.

“Good girl! Indeed that is exactly what you are. The Cunt here is going to be serving with you tonight. Why don’t you welcome your new slave sister properly and take her in the back to help prepare her for the evening’s festivities.”

“Yes Goddess, thank you Goddess,” she said as she bent her petite body into a respectful curtsy. Holes approached me and placed her small hands on my arms, pulling her beautiful form against mine, only a thin layer of latex stood between our tits which seemed to melt together. She looked into my crystal blue eyes and slowly pressed her soft crimson lips against my own. Her pierced pink tongue slipped out of her mouth and into mine, exploring my gums and dancing joyfully with my soft saliva coated tongue. I breathed deeply of her scent and indulged in the flavor of her mouth as we held a long passionate kiss that seemed to go on forever.

“Where are all the other guests?” My Master inquired.

“Oh they’ll be along soon enough. No need for you to worry about that. Thank you again for lending your beautiful slave to me for the evening, truly I’m grateful. You may come to collect her at midnight.”

“What are you talking about? I’m coming to your party,” he protested.

“Oh dear Arnie, I simply must apologize. I fear we’ve had a bit of a miscommunication. The invitation was only for your slave, it was never for you. I mean seriously dear, you could not have actually thought that offer could have included you. Just look at you. You simply don’t belong here and you wouldn’t fit in at all. How a man like you got a gorgeous slave like your Cunt is beyond me. At any rate there you have it and if you will excuse me, I must take my leave as I have a great deal left to do to prepare for my soiree.”

Holes quickly broke off our kiss with several clear strands of saliva continuing to connect our mouths together and she took my hand in hers. Lady Kara swiftly turned and marched back up the path toward the front door of the house with Holes and I keeping pace behind her.

Master started to follow but the large gatekeeper stepped into the middle of the path to prevent him from proceeding up the walkway. “I’m sorry Sir, I can’t let you inside.”

“That’s my slave, she belongs to me! Give her back now!”

“I can’t do that Sir, you need to leave now.”

“I’m not leaving until you give me my slave back.”

“As Lady Kara said, you may collect her at midnight. This is private property and you are trespassing. If you don’t leave now I’ll be forced to contact the police service. Is that really what you want?”

The voices became muted as I reached the doorway and I glanced back to see my Master’s shoulders slump in defeat as he turned and made his way back to the corroded heap that sat out of place between the elegant vehicles.

Holes pulled me into the opulent entryway and led me down the hall toward the back of the house. The sound of my high heels clacking on the smooth white marble floors echoed throughout the lavish residence with each step I took. Holes was barefoot and seemed to glide along in her exposed natural state. I admired her little body which looked not too dissimilar from my own. Except for her hair color and the fact that her tits were slightly larger, our willowy bodies and pierced flesh could have easily passed as mirrors of each other.

We reached a large marble bathroom and her posture and facial expression suddenly became more relaxed as she closed the door. “I thought you were really cute when I saw you at the club; I’m so glad Goddess invited you to join us tonight,” she said with a bright smile as she spoke with a slight lisp due to her tongue piercing. “My name is actually Cara but obviously Goddess calls me whatever she wants. I like it; it’s a lot of fun.”

We stood together in an awkward silence before Holes spoke again. “You are able to speak right? I mean can you understand me?”

“Yes Ma’am, the Cunt can speak and understand you.”

“Whew, you had me worried for a minute. Are you just the quiet type?”

“No Ma’am, the Cunt may not speak unless spoken to.”

“Okay first of all I have that same rule but it only applies when we’re in the presence of our owners or other superiors. When we’re alone together we can speak freely. Second, I’m not a Ma’am. I’m an owned animal just like you. Since we’re equal slaves, why don’t you call me sister and I’ll do the same for you, okay?”

“Yes sister, the Cunt can do that.”

“So sister, what’s your real name?” She asked as she unclipped the leash that dangled freely from my gleaming steel collar.

“Its real name is the Cunt,” I replied with a look that showed my confusion about the meaning of her question. “Master even showed the paper to the Cunt that was filed with the court that made it so.”

“And the court accepted that? That’s just wild. Such total dedication to your owner is something I really respect,” she said as she unzipped the back of my shiny latex dress and slid the straps off my shoulders, gently gliding the garment down my slender body and over my toned legs until she was at my feet and I stepped out of the gleaming outfit. While she was down there she unstrapped the black stripper heels from my dainty feet and removed them. When she stood erect again I saw that we were nearly the exact same height. She embraced me once more, our breasts pressing directly into each other, our nipple rings colliding and my glimmering silver bells pushing into her soft white flesh. “We are going to have such fun together tonight, I promise,” she said with a comforting smile.

Our lips came together once more and we spent a few more minutes enthusiastically discovering each other’s mouths with our tongues. I sensed the large ring that dangled from the tip of her soft pink organ as it occasionally hit my teeth and I wondered what it would feel like to have such a decoration in my own tongue. Finally our kiss broke again with even more saliva strands connecting our soft mouths.

“Have you ever had an enema?” She asked with her mouth so close to mine that I could feel her sweet warm breath on my skin.

I nodded “yes sister, my Master gives me one every day.”

“Excellent, then you already know what to expect.” She said as she prepared the enema bag and corresponding hose and nozzles. “First let’s get that plug out of you sister, you won’t need it tonight, Goddess has other plans for our asses,” she said with a wink.

The willowy blonde slave motioned for me to bend over and grab the edge of the tub before she gripped my jeweled pink princess plug and twisted and turned it, pulling ever so slowly and gently until it escaped the confines of my rectum with a pop. “I wish you could see how beautifully your ass is gaping right now. Goddess is right, you really are stunning and so exotic looking too.”

She lubed up the end of the nozzle and inserted it deep into my anus before injecting the water deep inside my bowels. She released a reasonable amount of fluid then directed me to the toilet to expel the water before washing my insides another two times. Since I didn’t have to hold the water inside me for very long I didn’t even have to suffer the usual cramping that I had on a daily basis when my Master cleaned me out nor did my belly become distorted as was the case when I had to hold a much larger volume of fluid.

“There doesn’t that feel better? You’re all clean inside and out and ready to be used.” Suddenly the bathroom door pushed open and Lady Kara stood in the doorway with her hands on her hips. Holes quickly fell to her knees and pressed her forehead to the shining marble tile at her feet in a sort of greet pose. I swiftly followed her example and pressed my head to the floor next to her. I felt the Mistress’ fingers dance along my stretched spine as I dutifully held my position.

“I’m very impressed with you Cunt. You are a very well trained animal,” she said as her fingers continued to gently rub my skin. I felt waves of tingles flow from my tummy and through my body at her praise. “Kneel up Cunt and stick out your tongue,” she commanded.

I obeyed quickly not wanting to disappoint the beautiful dominatrix. I swiftly moved to my knees, arching my back and thrusting out the udders that I cupped in my small hands before pushing my pink tongue through my lips. She grabbed the tip of it with her thumb and forefinger and inspected it closely. “It’s so unfortunate that you lack a ring in this organ, my pretty little pet. If you were mine we would have remedied that failure long ago.” She released my soft saliva soaked tongue and her delicate digits fluttered to my slender neck where they brushed over the cold metal collar that was a part of my being. “It is unfortunate that this ridiculous thing is locked on,” she said with a sigh. “Stand up Cunt and bend over.”

I followed her commands, obediently standing and bending. “I do so love your vaginal piercings but this mess with the little chains is simply not appropriate at all for my event.” Lady Kara carefully unclipped each of the slender silver chains from my labia rings before unbuckling and removing the black leather straps from my lean thighs. For the first time in recent memory my sensitive pink flesh wasn’t being pulled and stretched and the sensation of not being spread and open was a strange one at first. “Turn around little Cunt and let me look at you.” I straightened up and faced the beautiful dominant. “Much better; have my little pets finished preparing themselves?”

“Yes Goddess, Holes and Cunt are cleaned out and ready Goddess,” Holes quickly responded from her position on the floor.

“Excellent, such good toys you both are. Then on your feet Holes and both of you may follow me to the foyer.”

“Yes Goddess, thank you Goddess,” Holes said as she quickly hopped to her feet. Lady Kara spun around on the platform of her boot and exited the room with her two naked female pets following obediently behind.

We reached the front foyer where the Mistress instructed my new slave sister and I to stand on a small marble platform facing each other while she brought in a small bag from the next room. She had us hug each other and affixed thick black leather cuffs to my wrists, securing my hands together behind Holes’ back before applying the same method of bondage to Holes, forcing our bodies into a tight and warm embrace.

Lady Kara hooked a small luggage lock through the shiny silver ring that penetrated my left nipple and connected it through the gleaming golden ring in Holes’ right nipple and clicked it closed, locking Holes and I together by our stiff little pink nubs of flesh. Our other nipple was also locked and even our clit and labia rings found themselves secured together with a series of small locks, our pink flesh brought together as one.

She pulled out a bright red ball gag with a tangle of black straps leading from it and held it in front of our faces. “I actually wanted to lock your tongue rings together, but obviously that plan won’t work so feast your pretty eyes on the backup plan; a double ball gag.”

Holes obediently opened her mouth wide the instant Lady Kara held the gag in front of her, anxious to demonstrate her obedience for her owner. The device was pushed between her soft ruby lips and the dominatrix deftly fastened the straps to hold it in place. She then gently pushed my head forward toward Holes’ gagged orifice and I instinctively opened my mouth to allow the soft rubber device to lodge itself between my lips. Buckles were fastened and I found myself staring in Holes’ beautiful green eyes, the breath from her nose and mine commingling as our mouths were locked together in a permanent kiss denied.

Indeed the two of us were now a singular organism, existing together in one connected body. We breathed together as one, our chests rising and falling in unison. I could feel the tug on the various nubs of sensitive flesh that connected to hers with each slight movement she made.

It wasn’t long before Lady Kara’s kinky guests began to arrive. She stood at the doorway and greeted them with enthusiasm and warmth. The first was an elegant looking older man with dark hair and olive skin who entered with a gorgeous redhead on a leash who was wearing only her collar and restraints. Her ample tits jiggled with the movement of her hips and her beauty electrified the room.

“Ricardo, thank you for coming, it’s been far too long!” Kara exclaimed as she moved in to give the cultured gentleman an air kiss on each side of his face. “I see you still have the lovely Flame, how are you dear?” She inquired as she stepped forward to give the willowy pale skinned submissive a firm hug.

“I’m good Goddess Kara, happy as always on the end of my Master’s leash.”

“You’ve had her for four years now, haven’t you Ricardo?”

“Six actually, she’s been a delight to own and we’re always finding new things to explore together.”

“Oh my, where does the time go?”

“I know what you mean my dearest Kara. I must compliment you on your choice of décor for the evening, what a beautiful pair those two make. Are they both yours?”

“The blonde is mine, her name for the evening is Holes and if at any time when she’s free you address her by her name, she’ll gladly display all of her orifices for you.”

“How clever you are indeed Kara. Your creativity never ceases to amaze me. What of this stunning brunette that you have so ingeniously attached to the lovely Holes?” My skin turned flush as the conversation became about me and I found myself enjoying the way the dominants were discussing me as if I had no capacity to understand them.

“Unfortunately she’s merely a rental for the evening. Indeed I wish I could own her, for I’m afraid her current dominant and I use that term in the broadest possible way, is simply not up to the task of training a thoroughbred like her properly. How he convinced her to become his slave is beyond me.”

“You never know my captivating Kara; it took two years to convince Flame to submit to me. She was concerned about our age difference as well as the discomfort she was feeling with regard to her own submissive instincts. Eventually she came around. Perhaps one day your raven haired beauty here will realize that she can do better and find herself at your doorstep.” Flame slid her dainty hand down her Master’s arm in a display of love and devotion, clearly content to be on his leash.

“One can only hope, my friend. Please enjoy the parlor, I’ve left out some equipment to serve as appetizers to keep you occupied in the meantime.”

Lady Kara continued to greet every guest with equal passion. The dominants were generally dressed in elegant suits and dresses or in high quality fetish attire. Both male and female submissives on the other hand were usually naked and leashed and most had leather or metal restraints locked upon their bodies. Every guest upon entry took note of the beautiful pair of girls on the pedestal who were locked together by their various parts. They enjoyed the way our saliva flowed freely from behind the ball gag that Holes and I shared, the slimy sticky liquid dripping down to where our tits smashed together, making our skin glisten from the moisture.

I saw out of the corner of my eye that a group of four had arrived in the foyer. A middle aged man in an Armani suit and his stylish blonde wife entered, each with a leash in their hands. The gentleman was controlling a naked male with wavy blonde hair who crawled ahead of him while the wife held the lead of a very pretty university aged blonde girl who slinked alongside the male. Both pets were naked except for their dog collars and the shiny black rubber tails that stood at attention at their rears attached via plugs that filled their rectums. Further, their noses had been painted black to give them a pseudo canine appearance. The male’s erect cock swung freely between his legs as he skulked along and the female’s large tits swayed beneath her with each movement.

“Oh Bethany and Tom, you have unequivocally outdone yourselves tonight!” Lady Kara squealed with excitement. “Are these the new pets that you acquired? I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure.”

“Indeed they are new,” Tom confirmed. “We just got them about a month ago so please forgive us if their training is not yet complete.”

“No worries Tom, I’m sure they’ll perform just fine. How did you obtain them?”

“The girl, we named her Fluffy, contacted me on a sugar daddies website,” Tom explained. “The poor thing was drowning in student loan debt, could barely make rent and had become rather desperate. Naturally the humane thing was to take in her and provide her with the opportunity to have her financial troubles erased in exchange for a mere two years of servitude.”

“Fluffy is a wonderful little animal too, just a joy to own,” Bethany piped up. “Spot here was her boyfriend and somehow he ended up becoming a part of the package. Of course their relationship status has changed rather dramatically, now they’re kennel mates though we do allow them to earn coupling privileges on special occasions.

Fluffy extended her pink tongue and lapped Spot’s face, generously licking his lips and leaving a gleaming layer of her saliva around his mouth. “Woof woof!” She proudly exclaimed as she wiggled her firm tanned ass back and forth.

Spot moved quickly behind Fluffy, licking her anus around her tail before wiggling his tongue over the moist folds of her exposed sex causing Fluffy to let out a series of deep moans of pleasure. As Spot moved his torso up on to Fluffy’s back, his hard cock bobbed about to find the entrance to her fuck tunnel. Tom gave the leash in his hand a sharp yank and Spot swiftly abandoned his attempts to mate with Fluffy to return to her side. “Down boy!” Tom exclaimed. “Sorry about that Kara, Fluffy is in heat and Spot is constantly trying to mount her.”

“Truly brilliant,” Kara declared with admiration. “You always were skilled at staying ahead of the latest trend Bethany. Soon everyone will want to own puppies like yours. You will simply have to give me a demonstration of the tricks they’ve learned since becoming your faithful pets.”

“You can count on it Kara,” Tom replied. “And may I say I love your sculpture, simply breathtaking. I recognize your adorable little slave but who is the other dazzling creature attached to her?”

“That my darling is the Cunt; she is such a delight isn’t she?”

“Most certainly she is and what a wonderfully de***********ive name as well. You consistently have an eye for quality my dear,” Bethany interjected.

The dominants chatted for a few more minutes, exchanging pleasantries and catching up before Lady Kara escorted them into the parlor. Holes and I stood as still as we could in the empty foyer though being so close to her and feeling her breath on my skin had me in a heightened state of arousal. I wanted so desperately to taste her and her eyes spoke volumes about her desires for me, but in our current bondage our sexual needs were as denied as the kiss that was thwarted by our shared ball gag.

After a while Lady Kara entered the foyer and deftly began to remove the locks that held Holes and I together. “It’s almost time for dinner so we need to get you two positioned properly,” she said with a comforting smile.

She held out a delicate leather gloved hand to help each of us down from our pedestal before motioning for us to follow her into the opulent dining room. A long table was set with expensive looking plates and cutlery. The Mistress pulled out a chair which we used to climb on to the table and kneel in the empty space in the middle. Holes knew to get into what was essentially an eat pose with her tits down, arms out front, spine arched and ass raised. I saw how Holes was positioned and I quickly emulated her, backing my ass up until it touched her silky smooth skin in accordance with Lady Kara’s instructions.

“Raise your rear ends girls; I need for your anuses to point to the ceiling,” she said, directing us into the proper position. We both shifted to try and point our back holes properly.

Lady Kara pulled out a large purple double headed dildo that flopped about as if it was looking for a home or in our case, two homes to penetrate. She tenderly touched Holes between her legs, feeling the how moist her little hole was before I sensed her warm fingers at the entrance of my love tunnel as well, spreading my soft pink labium and making contact with the copious amount of slick pussy juices that my lithe body was happily producing.

I felt the head of the silicone invader push my sex open and stretch me as the beautiful Mistress pushed it deeper and deeper inside me. She carefully inserted the other end into Holes and pushed it deeper inside both of us until the entirety of the intruder was shared between our two bodies. “Beautiful my little pets, simply stunning. You are going to be a gorgeous centerpiece for our little dinner.”

Her next accessory required me to open my mouth as wide as possible. Upon complying I found my orifice filled with a bright red apple. My teeth sunk deep into the meat of the fruit and I could taste the sweet juices dripping into my mouth causing me to produce even more saliva than before and for a brief moment I experienced a fuzzy memory of my life before I was acquired when such treats were common. I overheard the Goddess give a similar order to Holes so I knew we were both similarly gagged.

The final touch was two tapered black candles that must have been close to half a meter long. The Goddess carefully lubed up the end of one which she introduced to the entrance of my anus. She pushed slowly and forcefully as I relaxed my body, letting it drive deep inside my rectum. She pressed on my spine to force my ass to rise even further, thus ensuring that the candle would stick straight up in the air. “There Cunt, you will need to hold this exact position. Do you think you can do that for me?”

I moved my head slightly in a nodding motion before the Mistress repeated the procedure with Holes whose rectum easily accepted the waxy visitor before lighting both candles. Upon completing the scene, she took a step back to admire her handiwork. “You both are just dazzling my pets. I know you’re going to make me very proud of you.”

The praise sparked a pleasurable wave of tingles to my little body. That combined with the way my hyper sensitive little clitty was rubbing against the ring in my fleshy hood as the huge dildo slid back and forth between my body and that of Holes, I thought for certain I was going to cum.

“I believe its time our guests enjoyed the view of the two of you as much as I have.” She stepped out of the lavishly appointed dining room, leaving Holes and I unsupervised to push back on each other ever so lightly. We found ourselves reveling in the feel of the double headed dildo that filled our wet little whore holes; enjoying the silicone monster as it slid easily between our petite bodies. My little puckered anus pulsed and sucked on the candle that filled me in an attempt to ensure that it remained perfectly straight and upright.

It wasn’t long before the guests entered the luxurious room; dominants took their seats at the table while slaves knelt obediently on the floor at their feet. The room was abuzz in admiration of Lady Kara’s beautiful centerpiece; the two girls holding their position while sharing a large rubber toy and illuminating the room with their anal candles were a huge hit and Kara felt a sense of pride that the evening was shaping up to be far more successful than she imagined.

“You have outdone yourself Kara,” said Ricardo as he used his fingers to slide a small piece of meat into Flame’s eager mouth. “Your girls are even more spectacular as a table decoration than they were as statues in your foyer.” Flame fervently licked and sucked her Master’s fingers clean and held her mouth open for the next treat that her Master would bestow upon her.

The dinner was humming with excitement as the superiors enjoyed their gourmet meal. It smelled delicious and while many of the slaves were fed scrumptious morsels from their owner’s hands, Holes and I were tortured by the delicious sights and smells of the food that our gagged mouths and restrictive positions would not allow us to partake in.

As the evening wore on, I felt the hot wax from the candle drip on to my smooth skin where it cooled and hardened, sealing my anus and coating the top of the rubber intruder that filled my fuck hole. I struggled at times to remain perfectly still in light of the way the hot material ignited the nerve endings in my sensitive skin, forcing me to steel myself and breathe heavily through my nose.

After a couple of hours of delicious wine, delectable food and riveting conversation, Lady Kara invited the attendees to retire back to the parlor room for the evening’s festivities. As the last of the dominants and their slave pets had vacated the space, Lady Kara attended to Holes and I. She blew out the candles that had burned halfway down and removed the apple from my sore jaws. Withdrawing the waxy intruder from my rectum was another matter however, as the melted wax that coated my skin had to be peeled away before the Goddess could grip the candle by its base and give it a sharp tug outward. She directed me to move forward until my side of the double headed dildo popped out of my juicy little love canal before extending her hand to help me off the table. I stood obediently behind her as she repeated the process with Holes.

“Both of you are to proceed to the bathroom to clean yourselves up and then you will report to the parlor room, is that understood?”

“Yes Goddess,” Holes and I said almost in unison.

She quickly turned and headed to join her guests in the parlor as Holes took my hand and led me back to the well appointed marble bathroom where we diligently removed the remainder of melted wax from the pleasurable little parts that resided between each other’s legs until we were once again clean and presentable.

“You are such an incredible sister,” she said as her lips brushed against mine, her love and adoration sending flutters of delight through my little body. “I hope you’ll consider serving Goddess more often, that way we can be together.”

“I like you too sister,” I replied as I brushed an errant strand of hair from in front of my eyes and stared longingly into hers. Indeed I loved being with her, but I had no say in what my future might look like. Certainly I had no choice with regard to who I might serve or pleasure. I quickly leaned forward, closing the few centimeters that separated our lips and kissed her. Holes opened her mouth and slid her pierced tongue out until the shiny silver ring on the tip was deeply embedded in my mouth. Our soft pink tongues danced together for a few glorious minutes until our kiss broke off with strands of clear saliva connecting our bodies.

“We should rejoin the party sister; we wouldn’t want to anger Goddess, now would we?”

I shook my head and we walked hand in hand to the parlor room which was abuzz with activity. Dominants sat comfortably on leather chairs and sofas engaged in lively conversation while some pets knelt quietly and others sniffed, licked and played with slaves who were nearby. We approached Lady Kara who was perched in a red high backed chair that resembled a throne that befitted the queen that she was. Holes knelt at her owner’s feet with her head bowed and I moved quickly to emulate my slave sister. Lady Kara gently stroked each of our heads, her delicate fingers running through our silky hair like a comb while enjoying interactions with her guests.

Suddenly she stood and clapped her hands and the clatter of conversation died to a whisper. “My friends, we have a couple of fun activities planned for the evening. The first is a creative exercise that I think we will all enjoy. I am lucky enough to have a beautiful blank canvas upon which we may express our desires. At my feet is the Cunt, please rise for us dear and stand on the coffee table.”

I quickly moved to stand on my bare feet and stepped upon the large wooden table that resided in the center of the room. I felt dozens of eyes on my naked form; nevertheless I kept my arms at my sides, remembering that the Cunt will always display its body without modesty. I could feel them watching the way the little silver bells on the rings that were embedded in the hard pink nubs at the ends of my firm tits swayed and jingled.

They stared at my slender little body which was completely exposed and vulnerable. Surely their eyes caught the way the rings that pierced the sensitive flesh between my legs glistened in the light. Perhaps they could even see the moisture of my little pink slit leaking out; an obvious sign of my arousal. Part of me felt humiliated and ashamed to be viewed like this. To have not only my bare form but my sexuality on display for the room, yet another part of me reveled in it. The more I was viewed, the more aroused I became. My body had already figured out what my brain was still trying to comprehend; that the more people who enjoyed the sight of my naked form, the more pleasure I felt.

“I have for you a box of Sharpie markers in a variety of colours and I’d like to ask you each to write whatever you desire on our dear Cunt’s body. Holes please fetch the box of markers,” Kara said as she stepped forward and approached me, her graceful fingers gently flicking my bells before squeezing my firm tits. Holes immediately jumped on to her bare feet, pulled a plastic container from the side cabinet and upon reaching her owner, knelt down and held the box above her head. The beautiful Goddess chose a black marker and I looked down to see what she was writing on my hairless pubic mound. “Now, now dear, keep your eyes straight. Understand?”

“Yes Goddess, thank you for correcting the Cunt Goddess,” I quickly uttered as I straightened my head, focusing on the sensation of the tip of the marker on my skin. Upon completion of her message, Lady Kara returned to her seat while Holes remained in position, offering the container to anyone who may choose to partake in the activity.

Another dominant rose and grabbed a red marker, drawing what felt like circles around my hard pink nipples. One by one each dominant had an opportunity to leave their mark on my silky skin. It felt like every inch of me must have been covered in ink. My back, rear, legs, arms, breasts and pubic area all received attention. Even my face became covered in markings, but what it all looked like I had no idea.

Finally when everyone had enjoyed an opportunity to mark my slender form, the Goddess directed Holes to return the markers and kneel at her feet. “That was all good fun wasn’t it?” The heads of everyone who participated nodded and their smiles made it obvious that in fact they had greatly enjoyed the activity. “I think I know each of you well enough to know that you’ll enjoy our next activity. Since our slaves exist for our pleasure, they should entertain us with a display of their sexual desire. “May we have all of the submissives kneeling in the middle of the room? I’d like for that coffee table to be moved out of the way as well. Cunt, you may join them on the rug.”

I stepped off the heavy table just as two of the male slaves were preparing to pick it up to relocate it to the side of the room. I found a space to kneel next to Fluffy who was squatting on her haunches on one side of me and a dark haired male slave with a fit muscular body kneeling on the other.

“I thought it would be fun if our slaves got to have a free style sexual romp, within whatever rules you as their owners agree to of course. As for Holes and Cunt, you both may cum as many times as you can, but you have to make your fellow subs cum as well,” Kara instructed. The other dominants communicated similar commands to their pets and before I knew it, an order had been given for us to get to it.

Suddenly the male next to me had his hand on my left tit and was squeezing it as his tongue circled the edge of my ear. Fluffy pushed me on to my back and buried her face between my legs, licking and sucking on my clit with fervor, immediately sending me into the first of the many orgasms I would experience over the course of the evening. The rest of the night was a blur of tongues and teeth, cocks and cunt. Fingers tickled and explored, my own mouth licked and sucked and cocks entered all of my available orifices over and over again. We had become a twisted tangle of a dozen slaves engrossed in our own carnal pleasure. I lost all track of time or even awareness that the dominants were watching us intently, enjoying our display of hedonistic gratification as they sipped cognac and conversed.

At one point the male slaves were penetrating all my orifices at the same time. At another my mouth was filled with the dripping wet pussy of one slave while another female darted her tongue in and out of my anus. Our bodies glistened with sweat as we slid around against each other. There was no morality or repression; it was pleasure without guilt in its purest form. I had never in my existence felt as free or as sexually content as I was in that moment. All I knew were the constant tingles and flutters in my body as my nerve endings exploded with near constant stimulation. By the end of the party I collapsed on the red oriental style rug exhausted. My muscles continued to quiver long after my last orgasm and my tits heaved with each deep breath of air that filled my lungs. Every inch of my body was coated in a heady combination of sweat, saliva, cum and pussy juice. I could barely see much less think. All I knew was that I was in heaven.

After the orgy was complete I knelt obediently next to Holes in the foyer as Lady Kara warmly bid her visitors farewell and a safe journey home. The last of the guests, Tom and Bethany, stepped through the front door with Fluffy and Spot crawling on all fours in tow. Fluffy’s glistening pussy dripped with the cum of half a dozen slaves and Spot’s cock was finally spent, hanging flaccidly between his legs as he moved on all fours next to his beautiful blonde kennel mate.

Shortly thereafter the clock struck midnight and Lady Kara ordered me to my feet. She held me by my shoulders and gently pressed her lips to mine. “It’s time for you to go, Cinderella. I truly treasured your company Cunt, you are an exquisite submissive and I hope I get to enjoy you again soon. Don’t ever forget how special you are,” she said with a bright comforting smile.

Holes stood up and wrapped her arms around me, pressing her warm little body into my own. The bodily fluids that coated both of our naked forms rubbed together as we embraced. She moved her lips to mine and we engaged in one final passionate kiss. Our pink tongues flickering against each other as we tasted the remnants of cum and juices that had previously filled our mouths until it was finally time for me to leave.

Lady Kara handed the pile of my dress, shoes, accessories and anal plug to me and gave my bare rear a playful smack as she sent me through the front door and down the walkway to where my Master stood next to his corroded compact car. His arms were crossed and his face was red. He stared at my naked little body, carefully reading the various messages that coated my skin, becoming increasingly more hostile as he did so.

He eyed me with anger and animosity as he opened the car door for me, slamming it shut as I barely cleared the doorway. He got into the driver’s side and we proceeded down the driveway and out onto the street. I had spent the past six hours in a state of sexual delight that was heavenly, but he had spent the past six hours seething. Six hours of outrage and fury. Six hours of bitterness and resentment. Six hours of hell. We came to a stop at a traffic light where ours was the only visible car. My Master turned to me and shouted “You fucking disloyal whore!” Droplets of spittle sprayed from his lips and splattered all over my face as he spoke.

I felt nauseous. A pit of dread filled my little tummy. I had disappointed my Master and myself. His rage with me was only equaled by the anger I felt with myself for having put him in this unhappy position. I didn’t know what I could say or even if I should say anything at all. None of it mattered though; I never saw the fist coming toward my face. A sharp burst of pain filled my cheek as my head smacked hard against the passenger side window and everything went black.

Look for the exciting conclusion coming next in Trapped, Trained and Twisted Pt. 09

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A horny man and his horny wife, with many threesomes.

An event that sticks in my memory was the afternoon my lovely little wife asked me if I wanted to take part in a threesome with her best friend! She’d met, and befriended, a single-parent at the school our daughters attended, when they started Kindergarten the year before, and she wanted the pair of us to take the friend to bed. Sadie was only twenty-two, and her son was in the same year as our daughters. Sadie and Lyndsey had become friends right at the start of the previous school year and had talked on a lot of subjects; apparently including the size of my manhood! Sadie had only ever had one lover, who had abandoned her when she fell pregnant at the tender age of seventeen. He wasn’t well endowed, and she described him as a, ‘two pumps and a squirt merchant anyway’. I thought that was rather crude, personally, but she knew him, and I didn’t. They’d only been sleeping together for a few weeks before he did a runner. He hadn’t exactly impressed her with his bedroom performance either, and my darling little wife had offered my manhood to her best friend, ‘if I’d go along with it.’

I can remember asking Lyndsey, “Is this your way of buttering me up to get to bed another bloke?” I’ve always been the suspicious type, and that seemed like the obvious reason.

She looked hurt for a few seconds and then started to smile. “Shit, I hadn’t thought of that,” she said with a laugh, “but no, I just want to get my lips around Sadie’s nipples, and my tongue right up inside her juicy little pussy. You’ve always told me that mine tastes so sweet, and I would have to agree with you, from what I’ve tasted of myself, on your fingers or your cock. Now I just want to sample another honey-pot, so that I can find out if it’s as sweet-tasting as my own. Besides that, I want to watch you get her on her knees and slip your big salami right up her virgin back passage.”

She put her hand over her heart as she said, “I’ll not ask you to share me with another bloke; I swear I won’t! I don’t want to take the risk of being disappointed with a lack-luster performance,” and I took the oath as seriously as the one she swore in the church, wearing her white silk dress. “I’m just a little curious about bedding another woman, like Sadie, and now just seems to be the time to try it. You don’t object, do you, sweetheart?” When your wife introduces her best friend and asks if you want to fuck her in the ass, do you refuse?

I turned to Sadie and asked, “Do you feel comfortable with the ideas my sweet, innocent little wife is proposing, and do you swallow?”

“I always swallowed in the short period I sucked, although I won’t claim to be any good at it; it’s a skill one of you may have to teach me. I’ve been a little bi-curious for a while now, the way Lyndsey has, and seeing as I haven’t had any sort of fuck in the last five years, good, bad, or indifferent, I’ll do what the two of you want, for a little carnal pleasure, as long you promise to be gentle with me. Somehow though, I don’t think that your wife is anywhere near as sweet or innocent as you claim she is!” All three of us laughed at that, and Lyndsey offered to teach Sadie to, quote, “suck cock like a professional little slut, just the way I do!”

We promised, and, after Sadie went on the pill, and my darling wife bought a double-ended dildo, for the next five and a bit years, we shared the matrimonial bed with my wife’s best friend on a regular basis; at least once a week; sometimes far more often. For the first couple of weeks, it was every weekday; although only for a couple of hours when the kids were at school. Lyndsey took the kids to school on a morning, picked Sadie up, and brought her home for some fun.

Unknown to me, the two of them had been watching a fair bit of porn together, and Lyndsey had taken a fancy to the idea of being a dominatrix. She’d gotten Sadie to consider being the submissive, to her dominatrix, and when the two of them arrived for the first session, I offered Sadie a glass of wine, thinking that she might need it to steady her nerves.

Lyndsey gave me a considerable shock when she announced, loudly, not to mention indescribably crudely, that, “She hasn’t got fucking time to drink fucking wine! The only thing that filthy little whore has time to do, is get into the fucking bedroom, get her fucking knickers off, and get down on her fucking knees, with her fucking tits out. After she’s sucked on my cunt, she’s going to take my big rubber cock right up her tight little cunt, really fucking hard! While I’m fucking the little whore from one end, I want you to fuck her from the other end and unload down her throat. You and me are gonna pound both of her tight little cock-sockets, till she’s fucking sore, and begging for mercy!”

Wow!! That wasn’t the Lyndsey that I knew and loved, but someone entirely different; someone aggressive in the bedroom, in a way that I never seen, in somewhere around about ten years. She’d never been aggressive in the bedroom with me; always allowing me to be in charge. When we were alone after that, Lyndsey was just as meek and submissive in bed, as she ever had been before. She was only ever aggressive and dominant when we had a third partner in the bedroom with us, and not in all of the time that she did that, was she ever able to explain it, either to herself, or to me. I don’t think that Lyndsey actually knew why she was so aggressive with another woman. Still, I can’t deny that I found such behavior from my usually mild and meek little wife to be such a huge turn-on!

I don’t think that I had ever seen anything as erotic and arousing as when I watched my wife pushing her dildo inside her best friend’s vagina, groping her breasts and asking her, quote, “How does your tight little cunt like the feel of this big rubber cock shoved up it, in place of your last boyfriend’s little wiener, you dirty little fucking ginger slut-bitch?”

I discovered that Lyndsey quite enjoyed talking rude and dirty to her best friend, in bed, and it just turned me on even more; especially when she told me, quite bluntly to, “Come on sweetheart, feed that big cock right down the little whore’s throat, and squirt into her belly. Tickle the little slut’s nostrils with your pubes, and make her do what I won’t; make her swallow your foul-tasting fuck juice, before you feed that fucking huge cock up her tight little virgin ass. As you shag her up her ass, we’ll eat each others’ cunts, and between us, we’ll make the little slut scream really fucking loud!”

Lyndsey was certainly an effective dominatrix that morning, and many other mornings, getting anything sexual that she wanted from Sadie; either for herself, or whatever she wanted to see me do to her submissive little sex-slave. Sadie did what Lyndsey wanted, for sexual pleasure like nothing she’d ever known before. The father of her child hadn’t been able to compare with what we did to her, and in exchange for such pleasure, within reason, she was happy to do what she was told.

Eventually our fun stopped when Sadie found a man to love her. He was nearly twenty years her senior, and was quite well off. Lyndsey made the introductions, and a little later, told him a bit about Sadie. She told him, in no uncertain terms that the lovely young woman he fancied was “very dirty,” and had been “quite well trained by a skilled, well-endowed stud,” and “should not be a disappointment in the sack, although whether you can keep up with her appetite is another matter entirely!”

Sadie called round to see us the day after their first date and could barely believe that, “I fucked on the first date; bareback, too! You two have turned me into right little slut! When he took me home, he told me I was a dirty little bitch, which I suppose I am, and asked if he could see me, and more importantly, fuck me again! I’ve finally found a boyfriend who knows what to do with his dick, so I guess I can’t share your bed anymore. I’ll miss our fun together, especially eating Lyndsey’s minge every week, but I’ll have to be faithful to him. Can I come back to you, and be your little slut again, if it doesn’t work out?”

We told her that she could come back and be our little slut whenever she liked, but all in all, we’d prefer it if she didn’t need to come back; it would be better for her if she stayed with her sugar daddy for as long as he lived. They married eventually; her new husband adopting her son and getting her pregnant twice more. Lyndsey found us several other women to share over the years. All were younger than we were, attractive and full-figured. I never asked where they came from, or how Lyndsey got them to agree to share our bed on a regular basis, I just enjoyed having sex with them.

We replaced Sadie within three weeks. The replacement was Judith, a twenty-nine year old, large-breasted, red haired bisexual, just recently divorced.

Unbeknownst to me, Lyndsey had put ads in a couple of on-line personal contact magazines, the day that Sadie left us, advertising for what we wanted; or perhaps more accurately, what Lyndsey wanted for herself. I didn’t even get a say in the matter!
Wanted: An adventurous, bisexual, submissive lady, for a relatively well-off thirties couple to spoil. Male; 39, tall, slim, well-endowed and handsome, with blonde hair, blue eyes and ten inches of thick cock to play with. Female; 34, likes being spanked, very attractive, long brown hair, gray eyes, five feet tall, size eight, shaved pussy, hourglass figure, an ass like a peach, tits the size of watermelons with big, suckable nipples, and very dirty between the sheets.

Looking for someone with an adventurous spirit and an open mind, willing to try most things, and must be on the pill or with a contraceptive implant for bareback. Age, looks and race far less important than the size of your tits, the sweetness of your cunt-juices, and your willingness to obey your Mistress.

We got the first reply and a photograph within a few days. There were a total of four replies; three of which included photographs of the woman responding; the picture of the fourth one wouldn’t open up.

Lyndsey selected this reply, showed me the photograph that came with it, of an attractive red-haired woman, looking to be about twenty five or so, and asked my opinion. Her choice of words was pretty crude, as I had begun to expect. “Here, stud, how do think this red-head would look on her knees, with your cock buried, balls deep, down her throat, and one of my rubber ones rammed clit deep up her cunt at the same time?”

The advert read, “My name is Judith, I’m 29, and recently divorced. Since I married, I’ve been well-trained as a submissive by my dominant, cheating bastard of an ex-husband. I’m five feet three inches tall and I wear size four clothes. I have red hair, green eyes, and my contraceptive implant is good for at least another year. I have a nice ass, big, firm, juicy 46E tits, a tight shaven pussy, and I’m willing to obey my Mistress and do what she demands of me.

There’s little my ex-husband didn’t make me do at some point, so I’m as dirty as fuck and just gagging for a good shag. I’ve never been with a woman before, but I’ve always been at least a little bi-curious, interested in sex with another woman, and I’m willing to learn how to please my Mistress. I’ve always been broadminded when it comes to sex and I haven’t been laid in way too long, so I’m willing to start as soon as possible.

I can only play during the daytime, seeing as my daughter will be at school.”

We contacted Judith and invited her to have a meal with us, in a restaurant, on an afternoon of her choosing. We met up, and got on well. Lyndsey spelled out the terms and conditions to Judith, who agreed, quite readily, to be little more than our sex-slave slut, even addressing us as ‘Master’ and ‘Mistress.’ We arranged to meet up the following day, for our first sex session, but Judith insisted that we meet up at her house. It felt a little strange to me, having sex with a woman I’d really only just met, but the woman in question was quite willing. She did what Mistress demanded, and that included letting me have her, unprotected, and anally, quite willingly, that first afternoon, although Lyndsey did insist on having ‘first ride’, as she would with any woman she got to share a bed with us.

We spoiled our little sex-slave with gifts over the following few months; including what her daughter really wanted for Christmas; and that she couldn’t afford; the newest, not to mention ridiculously expensive, games console. We bought her some nice clothes, including silk lingerie, lace underwear, leather boots, satin blouses, and skirts. Our submissive slave was invited to have Christmas dinner with us, and to bring her daughter, who was only a few months younger than our own daughters, and the three of them got on well, fast becoming friends, the way children sometimes do.

Lyndsey cooked for all of us, as she insisted that a wife should, and the meal was substantially better than Judy would have cooked for herself and her daughter. Little Chloe’s face was a picture, as she opened the wrapping on the games console, and realized what she had just been given. Judy’s wasn’t much different either. Once the girls were playing together, we both found the opportunity to take Judy downstairs into the club and have sex with her. Chloe didn’t even notice that her mother was missing for nearly an hour and a half, as she serviced her Master and her Mistress! Lyndsey won the coin-toss, and went first, leaving me to keep an eye on the children. After a considerable time, she came back into the apartment and whispered into my ear, “Your turn to go downstairs and feed the little slut your meat. I left her bent over the bar, with her knickers around her ankles, waiting for you. Spank her ass if she’s moved! I got her to sling her cunt for me several times, but I left her ass alone for you, so that you can shaft her up there really hard, and make her scream as loud as you like! No one will hear, except the pair of you.”

When I got downstairs, Judy was still bent over the bar, with her panties around her ankles, and I made love to her. Lyndsey refused to use the term; insisting that she made love only to me; she did not, under any circumstances, make love to ‘squeezes.’ Lyndsey’s opinion of squeezes was pretty simple, and pretty crude. She said that, “All they are, are cheap, easy, sluts for us to fuck.”

Perhaps Lyndsey’s head said things like that about those attractive women, but her heart said otherwise. She cared for each and every one of them; she was always buying them presents, and as often as not, in the cases of those with children, buying presents for the children as well. Those children often got birthday, and Christmas, presents that their mothers couldn’t afford to give them; frequently with their mothers’ names on them, rather than her own. She always liked to see their faces as they opened the gift-wrapped boxes, and peered at what was inside.

We kept Judy for nearly a year, before she outgrew us, and moved on into the swinging scene for real. There was no way in hell that Lyndsey was going to put up with that. She liked seeing me ejaculate in Judy, but if Judy wanted to let other men do the same to her as well, then she had to go; too much risk of me getting poxed like that, and then of me giving Lyndsey the pox, too. We kept in touch with Judy over the years, because we parted on good terms.

It didn’t take Lyndsey long to get us a replacement, and I was very surprised to be introduced to Maria; an attractive, busty, five foot, nine inch, colored woman, in her mid twenties. Ever since Sadie, Lyndsey had insisted on big breasts on the second woman to be in our bed; she always claimed to be a ‘tit woman’. As Lyndsey joked, later that day, “I’m not racist sweetheart; I’m not bothered about the color of a squeeze’s skin. What is important is the fact that she gets her tits out, drops her knickers, bends over, and opens her legs when I tell her I want to fuck her with my big rubber cock.

If she gets her womanly parts out for me, when I tell her to, then she’s acceptable in my books. I don’t care what culture she’s from, what language she speaks, or what god she worships; I’m far more concerned about the size of her tits, the tightness of her pussy, and her skills at both licking my pussy, and at sucking your cock. I want to see you give her a milky facial, while I squeeze her tits and fuck her hard from behind, during the first fuck session we have. We need to make sure that she understands the situation quite clearly!”

When we were in bed that night, Lyndsey asked me if I’d ever bedded a black girl before, and then wanted the ‘dirty, juicy, details,’ when I admitted that I had.

(I was nineteen, and at a birthday celebration. My best friend and his twin sister were celebrating their eighteenth birthday, and had convinced their parents to leave them alone with some friends. One of those guests was a busty eightteen year old colored girl, Katie. The drink flowed, along with the music, and Katie seemed to spend an inordinate amount of time with me. I figured that she fancied me, so I decided to take a little risk. I kissed her, and stuck a hand up her blouse to fondle one of her breasts. I didn’t get slapped, so I put the other hand up her skirt, running my fingers over the gusset of her panties. When that didn’t get my face slapped, I put my other hand up her skirt as well, pulled her panties down a few centimeters, to slip a single finger inside her vagina, and I still didn’t get slapped.

That was like a red flag to a bull, really; groping her at a party; blatantly so, and not getting kicked in the crotch or slapped around the head. Deciding that I wanted to have sex with her, I took my reputation into my hands and asked her if she wanted to go somewhere far quieter to continue what we were already doing, and I could barely believe it when she said ‘yes’.

On the way to my home, I asked Katie how far she wanted to go, and she told me that if I had condoms, for the first time in her life, she’d go ‘all the way’ with me. I’d never slept with a virgin before, and it felt really dirty somehow; bedding an inebriated virgin like that. We didn’t bother with a great deal of foreplay, because we were both so turned on, and before too long, I had Katie on her back, as I gently penetrated her for the first time. Katie admitted that she hadn’t expected my manhood to be quite so big, and was a bit scared. I couldn’t do much, other than offer to let her back out, and then promise to be gentle, when she wanted to continue, but I still hurt her a little, with the first penetration. She left me later that night, after a romp of about three and a half hours, quite satisfied, but came back in the morning, admitting that she’d enjoyed the previous night, but begging me not tell anyone about what I’d done to her.

The effects of the alcohol had worn off both of us by then, and to be honest, I felt like a bit of a bastard for what we’d done; she was somewhat drunk after all. I felt a bit sleazy, so we decided that we wouldn’t tell anyone what we’d done, and we’d deny it if we were asked.

Whether anyone would believe our denials was another matter entirely, seeing as several people had seen me feeling her up, and noticed that we left together. We decided to tell the story that we had intended to have sex, but when she saw the size of my manhood, Katie got cold feet and backed out before giving me her cherry. The story was accepted, the way we wanted, by the majority of people.)

There were several more ‘squeezes,’ as Lyndsey called them, over the following few years. Lyndsey brought home no less than fourteen of them, possibly a couple more. By comparison, I got all of one, and in all fairness, that one got me. She was twenty one, married, and five months pregnant. She’d only just discovered that her husband was cheating on her. She agreed to forgive him, if she could have an affair, too. Just a one night stand would do; simply to make him feel the way she did.

She simply wanted him sitting at home, knowing that his darling wife was off out, getting screwed by another bloke. Therefore, she walked into the nearest bar and looked around for someone suitable to bed, and for whatever reason, she picked me. When I told her I was married, she suggested that I could share her with my wife; if my wife didn’t mind, then neither would she. I wondered about whatever chance we could have to bed the pregnant woman, seeing as our daughters were in our home! They were in their mid teens by then, so I invited Lyndsey down into the bar level, and then took the two women into a quiet room in the building. It was the only time I ever bedded a heavily pregnant, not to mention married, woman, (apart from the one who was married to me, and she didn’t want to make love when heavily pregnant), and felt a little funny. It also seemed dirty, somehow. I think it was due to the fact that she was carrying her husband’s child, as much as the fact that she wanted to be ridden bareback. She wanted her cheating husband to see the evidence of her infidelity when she returned home and got into their bed with him.

Our prize catch was a girl Lyndsey first described to me as, “A tall blonde, with a pretty face, an ass I desperately want to spank, big tits I can’t wait to get out and suck, and a mouth I want clamped around my pussy lips in the next few minutes. I want to fuck her into the middle of next week!” Boy, was she something else!

Lyndsey had originally been in the bar I managed, seeing as our daughters were away on a school trip, and the manager’s job came with a four bedroom apartment above the bar. The blonde had made a clear play to get Lyndsey into bed, despite the wedding ring. Lyndsey had approached me, pointed out the blonde and asked me, with no preamble, if I would allow her to take the blonde to bed that night, for the sole purpose of having extra-marital sex with her. I was reminded about the two weeks I spent slipping Sadie my length while Lyndsey was in hospital, so I agreed to let her, “shag the blonde girl senseless in our bed tonight, sweetheart. If she’s still there when you finish, and if she fancies it, then I’ll share her with you; I promise I will!” the way she wanted. That was about nine o’clock.

When I got into the apartment at about one o’clock the only thing I could hear from the bedroom were orgasmic groans as the two of them were still at it. The two of them were on the bed, Lyndsey on top, and her first words when I walked in were, “Hey sweetheart, what do you think of the tits on this teenage slag? Have a feel and tell me what you think.” I noticed that the owner of the breasts hadn’t even been asked whether she minded me feeling her up, but I also noticed that she made no protest. They were big and firm and I commented as such after having a good feel of them. Then I settled down to watch in the corner of the bedroom, and it was quite entertaining. The blonde girl was completely bald down below, and I could see the way her vagina was turning red from the way my darling little wife had been using it for her own pleasure.

As I sat, watching, Lyndsey instructed the blonde girl; neither of us knew her name at the time, to, “Open your mouth, darling, it’s time to have it filled full of cock.” She refused at first, eventually agreeing when she was told, “If you want to be on this bed with me, ever again, you’ll suck my husband’s cock, and swallow his cum, and you’ll do it right fucking now, you dirty little blonde slut! You knew that the price for sharing my bed was servicing my husband if you were still here when he finished work. I told you that you’d be taking sperm in at least one of your tight little teenage holes tonight. I expect that you’d prefer it in your mouth, rather than in your sore little cunt, or up your virgin ass, but if you prefer it in either of those ways, I’m sure that it can be arranged.

I’ll give you twenty seconds to have one of your cock-sockets full of my husband’s cock; I don’t suppose he’ll care which hole he sticks it in, as long as he sticks it in one of them; otherwise, you know where your clothes are. You can put them on, and piss off home, and it’s the last time you’ll ever get to sit on my face, the way you enjoy so much. Now, get your fucking mouth open you dirty little cheap whore!” Whoever she was, she didn’t like it, but she did what Lyndsey told her to do; opening her mouth for me to place my manhood in.

When Lyndsey saw the blonde, with her mouth full of my penis, her eyes seemed to light up with amusement, as her fingers wandered, and she talked dirty to the girl, telling her what to do.

Once the girl had gotten dressed and gone home, I asked Lyndsey what her name was, and was quite surprised when she didn’t know. “You fucked her for more than four hours, and you don’t know her name?” I asked.
“Nope,” she replied, as if she couldn’t have cared less, and to be fair, she probably couldn’t have cared much less.
“So what did you address her as,” seemed like a reasonable question.
“Whatever I felt like! She answered to ‘bitch’, ‘slut’ or ‘whore’, and they did for me. When she was in the elevator up to the apartment, and I told her to get her fucking knickers off, I told her that with her attitude, she really was a dirty little fucking slut, and she didn’t complain. Later on, I got her to admit what she was. She answered to ‘dirty bitch’ so I made do with that.” I was stunned, at that. I knew that Lyndsey had played a dominatrix before, but never quite like that. “She was the most fun I’ve ever had with a squeeze before, and I’m gonna have plenty more fun with her if I get my way; and judging by the noises she made, I am gonna get my way. I’m gonna make her moan, groan, and scream a whole lot more. From now on, that blonde teenage bitch is gonna be my little fucking whore, and she’s gonna do whatever the fuck I tell her to do.”
“Whatever you tell her?”
“Like tonight, sweetheart. I don’t think she was a virgin, but she hadn’t had a big cock up her cunt, before she took my big strap-on, all the way in.”
“You gave her the big one?” I asked, because I figured it would be unusual for Lyndsey to use that one on such a young girl.
“Fuck yeah; I gave her the big one all right; all eleven inches of it, hard, and from behind; like the dirty little bitch that she is; and the way I love to take your cock. If only you’d been there to watch, because you should have heard the way the little slut moaned, and squealed, as I shoved it all the way up her! She originally didn’t want me to use the big one on her, but when I showed her how easily it went up my cunt, she bent over to take it up hers when I told her to. Of course I neglected to mention the fact that I’ve had two children, and therefore am nowhere near as tight as she is.

She lay on her back first, with those gorgeous tits out, and I teased her until she was just begging to be fucked; promising me any position I wanted. After that, I got her onto her knees, with her tits in my hands, and I slowly fed that big rubber cock right up her tight little teenage cunt. It took me a while, and lots of lube to get it right up her the first time, but once it was in, I saw to her good and proper; making her scream out loud with her first orgasm! After that, she got on her knees and she begged me to fuck her again. As you saw, her pussy was turning red, when you arrived in the bedroom. I wasn’t surprised though; seeing as I had shoved the biggest of my strap-on cocks, right up her, for about the eighth or the ninth time by then; I kinda lost count after what I think, although I’m not sure, was the fifth go up that tight teenage cunt. You’re going to enjoy plowing her, too, and cumming right up her cunt; you’ll love how tight her cunt feels around your cock! She’s also very noisy in her pleasure; as you no doubt noticed, she screamed a lot as I rammed her sopping hole! At the beginning of next week, I want to watch you ram the blonde slut, hard, before I nail her up her virgin ass as well!”

We saw the girl again the following week, and after learning a little about her, properly saw to her in the bed, as Lyndsey dominated her properly; making sure that she knew who was Mistress, and who was the submissive bitch who was going to do whatever she was commanded to do. It was very clear, when Lyndsey pushed Leigh into her second act of anal sex, with me, that Leigh was always going to be submissive to Lyndsey. Originally she wanted Lyndsey to make me wear a condom, but Lyndsey wasn’t having any of that, pointing out that, “I have an implant you stupid little cunt; what do we need rubbers for? You will do whatever I tell you to do, whenever I tell you to do it, and now I am telling you to take my husband’s cock up your almost virgin ass, bareback! I want to see him shoot his load right inside you. Obey, or suffer the punishment!”

Leigh obeyed, although I had little idea of what the punishment might have been.

I was surprised to find that Leigh was an eighteen year old student, at university here in D.C. with one ex-boyfriend, who had seduced her at the age of sixteen, and who had never slept with another woman before she met Lyndsey. However, it was lust at first sight, with a sensual older woman. Despite being in her early forties though, I don’t think that Lyndsey liked being referred to as an ‘older woman.’ We arranged for Leigh to come to our place on a Tuesday morning, and a Friday afternoon, as those were times when Leigh wouldn’t be at university, and our children wouldn’t be home, and the three of us had sex for a couple of hours. Occasionally, Leigh came around to see us for reasons other than sex, if she was feeling lonely, because she never had many friends, although on those occasions we did try and get sufficient peace somewhere to have sex with her at least once.

That first morning, Lyndsey basically dictated to Leigh that she was going to be Lyndsey’s sex slave. She could agree to obey her Mistress, in whatever ‘depraved sex acts’ Mistress demanded, or she could go home; it was her choice. Like any woman though, ‘No,’ was always in her vocabulary; any time she wanted to leave, we would open the door for her. She would never be made to do anything she didn’t want to do; Lyndsey called that ‘rape,’ and pointed out that we weren’t that way inclined. She admitted to knowing what it felt like to be raped, and said that she never wanted to feel as if she was doing that to another woman. We wanted a willing partner; one we would give pleasure to, when she was in our bedroom.

It was clear to both Lyndsey and myself, right from the start, that Leigh’s interest in sex with the two of us, centered entirely on Lyndsey; I just got in the way of that. Leigh knew though, that if she wanted Lyndsey, then she had to accept my participation in events. That changed within the first couple of months though, as she realized how much pleasure she could get, from letting me make love to her, in a way that her ex never really managed to do.

The change in attitude manifested in an unusual way. One day I was sitting in my office, up to my ears in paperwork; which I’ve always hated, when there was a knock on the door. I figured that there would only have been myself and Lyndsey in the building, seeing as our daughters were out, and would be out for hours. Besides which, it wasn’t as if any of those three ever knocked on the door, anyway; they just barged right in! I got up to open the door, quite puzzled as to who I could expect to find on the other side of it, and was quite surprised to see Leigh standing there, wearing what she called her ‘I’ve just been on the receiving end of a big rubber dick,’ look.

Clearly Lyndsey had arranged the outfit for her, and brought her to me, quickly leaving after knocking on the door, because Leigh would have been unable to reach the office, wearing that blindfold, and she wouldn’t have been able to knock on the door, with her hands cuffed behind her back.

She was a lovely, sexy sight, I must admit. She was wearing a short skirt, high boots and a silk blouse; and they were all she was wearing. The skirt had been turned sideways, with only the top button fastened, and the material was pulled up and pinned to the lower portion of her blouse, baring her vagina, which had clearly been recently put to use; there was artificial lubricant spread around the outside of it, and spread around the top couple of inches of her thighs. The blouse had been opened all the way to the collar button, and the bottom button fastened behind her back, baring her magnificent firm teenage breasts. Written in Lyndsey’s elegant handwriting, on the area of skin where her pubes should have been were the words ‘Insert cock here, sweetie’ with an arrow pointing down to her vagina.

I grabbed one of her arms, pulled her into the office, and shut the door. Then I pushed her back against the door, cupped her breasts, and kissed her. It was something that Lyndsey never liked to see me doing. To this day, I haven’t figured that one out. I never figured out how it was worse for Lyndsey to see me kissing another woman, than it was for her to see me having every kind of sex imaginable with that same woman, but that was how it was.

“Mistress’s compliments,” Leigh said, after I’d stopped kissing her. “You must be getting bored with paperwork by now, so Mistress sends some entertainment, and I’m ready to serve.”
“Serve?” I asked.
“Yes Master. I have my orders from Mistress. I’m to have one load of cum shot up into my slit, and another load splattered all over my face, and then I’m to be sent back upstairs to Mistress, so that she can see that I’ve been an obedient slave.”
“You didn’t say anything about being on the pill, before.” I observed.
“I’m not,” she answered.
“You’re not on the pill, and you want unprotected sex?” I asked; quite surprised, as you might expect.
“Mistress commanded it of me, so I will do as I am told. If I don’t, I’ll be punished again.”
“Punished?” I asked.
“Yes Master; punished. When I told Mistress that I didn’t want to have your baby, she promised me an abortion if I fell pregnant, and then she bent me over her lap and spanked me for questioning her order. Mistress spanks hard, too! Then she repeated her order, threatening me with another spanking if I didn’t do what I was told.”
“What was the order she gave you?”
“I can’t repeat it; I’m not allowed to use such foul language.”
“She won’t hear you, and I won’t tell her.”
“You promise, Master?” Leigh asked.
“Of course,” I assured her.
“Ok then. Mistress reminded me that I’m no better than a dirty little fucking blonde slut-bitch from the projects, where Mistress says I would be popular among the locals; especially dressed like this. Mistress said that she only keeps me around for the pretty face she likes to sit on, the big firm tits she likes to squeeze, and the fact that I’m a dirty, obedient little cunt who takes cock any way that she’s told to. She told me that I’m only good for one thing anyway; spreading my legs for cock, and then she told me to get my cute, shapely, tight, whorish little ass into your office, and beg you to fill my barely legal little cunt with spunk, and then squirt more spunk all over my pretty face. I have to do both, to avoid being punished, so, please Master, fill my cunt with spunk, and then squirt on my face, because really I am just Mistress’ filthy little blonde slut-whore. I suppose that I may as well be your filthy little slut-whore, too.

How do you want me, Master; bent over the edge of your desk, or on my back, on the floor; I’ll let you do it to me any way you want.”
“Up against the wall,” I replied, figuring that it would be more comfortable for her than being bent over the sharp, wooden desk edge. There wasn’t a great deal of space on the floor either, so I maneuvered Leigh into the correct position, with her back up against the office wall, and then, keeping hold of those magnificent big firm breasts, I began to make love to her.

Before too long I decided to turn her round, rolled up the back of her mini-skirt, and got her to keep hold of it in her hands. Then, pressing her breasts into the wall, I pulled her hips away from it, and eased myself back inside her, telling her that, “You’re right about what you are, Leigh; you’re a filthy little eighteen year old whore. But you’re a downright beautiful, filthy little whore. If I wasn’t married, I’d love to do this to you every day.” From the angle of her face, I swear that she blushed slightly from the compliment on her beauty, and on her desirability. Feeling the moment of climax approaching, I withdrew most of my manhood from her vagina, and I gave Leigh another chance to back out, before I ejaculated inside her. The feeling of Leigh pushing her hips back to push my penis back inside her vagina, and the whispered instruction to, “Just fill my tight little teenage cunt with spunk, Master, please. I’ve never had a man spunk in my cunt before and I don’t care about the consequences. I want you to be the first to initiate my cunt, and I don’t care if you get me up the duff because of it!” was one of those feelings; the description of which just can’t be put into words. Therefore I took a firm grip on Leigh’s hips, and buried myself right back inside her.

It felt a little strange to me, to be ejaculating inside Leigh; knowing that we weren’t using any contraception, and knowing that I could get her pregnant, but she wanted me to, so I did.

After I had sex with Leigh, I got back to my paperwork, but I left my pants around my ankles, and a few minutes later, Leigh maneuvered herself around my desk, with my directions, difficult though it was with the blindfold still on, inviting me to hold out my manhood and guide her open mouth around it. Then she went down on me; reminding me to ejaculate all over her face, after which she asked for my assistance in operating the elevator, so that she could go back to her beautiful Mistress, to be inspected for obedience, and as I watched my semen trickling down her face, dripping onto her breasts, she looked just so dirty, that I could quite happily have taken her again, and again and again. I failed to resist the temptation to slip a couple of fingers inside her, and then gently put them into her mouth to have them sucked clean. I’d have kissed her again if it hadn’t been for the semen that I’d squirted on her face.

Apparently Mistress was pleased with her little slave’s obedience, and didn’t spank her again. Lyndsey sent Leigh into the shower to clean the ‘disgusting mess’ off her skin, ready to take her back into the bedroom, tie her to the bed, and sit on her face for a sixty-nine. I had been surprised at first, both that Lyndsey would go down on her slave, seeing as she had semen in her vagina, and that Leigh enjoyed letting Lyndsey treat her so badly, obeying Mistress’ commands, but it was quite clear that she did enjoy it. The worse she was treated, the happier she seemed to be.

Later that night, I tried to tactfully get Lyndsey talking about what we’d done with Leigh earlier on. I guess I wasn’t quite tactful enough, because Lyndsey figured out what the conversation was going to be about and said, “I know I spanked her a bit too hard, so I apologized when you sent the cum-splattered mess back to me. I asked what she wanted from me, to make up for my bad behavior. Next time she’s here, she wants to see me with my mouth full of your sperm, and then I’m to swallow the lot. Clearly she really wants to punish me, because after that, I’m to bend over, and take the big dildo, rear entry, as she squeezes my tits and spanks my buttocks, while you fire another load down my throat.”

Rear entry was one thing squeezes weren’t allowed to do to Lyndsey; that was the one thing that she reserved for me alone, but she must have been feeling guilty at her treatment of Leigh, to allow that; especially with the biggest of her double ended dildos. That was bigger than my real penis, and so far it had never been fed into her anus; into several squeezes’ anuses, yes; including Leigh’s, but never between the halves of Mistress’ lovely, plump little peach.

Two days later, that changed. We got Lyndsey onto the bed, naked, and I settled down above her head, feeding my penis into her mouth, as Leigh eased two fingers into her vagina, and began to talk dirty to her. I’ll probably never forget the way an eighteen year old girl told my darling wife to, “That’s it, you filthy little fucking slut; you take that cock to the back of your dirty mouth, and milk it for all it’s got. Take every drop down into your belly, like the good little whore that you are!”

When Lyndsey had swallowed my semen, Leigh got her onto all fours on the bed, and demanded that she part her plump buttocks, to be lubed up for the big rubber prick; she wasn’t going to get away with taking one of the smaller ones. Just the sight of that big rubber penis being fed into my little wife’s anus was enough to turn me on again, and listening to the way Leigh talked to Lyndsey, the way Lyndsey usually talked to Leigh, just made it even better; especially when she told me to, “Come on stud, it’s time for the dirty little bitch’s second helping of man-milk. Stick it as far down her throat as it’ll go; she’ll deep-throat you now, and if she knows what’s good for her, she’d better fucking swallow!”

Within an hour, Leigh had also taken the big rubber phallus, rear-entry, as she sucked on the real phallus, and that was probably one of the best sessions the three of us ever had, especially the moment that Leigh took front and rear entry at the same time. Within a month, Leigh missed a period, seeing as her Mistress had demanded to see her with a vagina full of semen on a regular basis. She missed the next period, too, so she was clearly pregnant. She swore that I was the only man she’d had sex with, so the baby must have been mine. She needed an abortion, which we paid for, as Mistress promised we would, and we got her a supply of the pill at the same time, so that I could have her unprotected, whenever Mistress demanded it, and Mistress demanded it quite frequently.

We bedded Leigh all the way through her university course, until she went home, and, as my darling little wife put it, ‘If a girl could get a qualification for slutiness, she’d get whatever the top mark was.”

We got a single letter from Leigh, about six or seven months after she went back home, to take her place in the family business. She told us that she’d missed us terribly, until she found a new Master and Mistress to serve. Apparently Leigh’s new owners were an experienced dominatrix, in her early thirties, and her husband, and the pair of them had put Leigh through her paces at the end of their first ‘date’, and had pronounced Leigh the best little slave they’d ever had. Leigh also conveyed the thanks of her new owners, to the couple who had trained her as a submissive, so well. She was already pregnant with her Master’s baby and was going to be rewarded for going full-term with the child and giving it up to her Mistress to adopt, because Mistress couldn’t have one of her own. There was no return address on the letter, so we were unable to send a reply, and there were no more letters. Leigh was our last little squeeze; we just never did get around to replacing her.

I think it was simply the fact that we knew we’d never get any better than Leigh; anyone else would be an anti-climax.

At one point, I had offered Lyndsey a threesome with another bloke, or a foursome, with another couple, if she wanted it. It was, I said, only fair, after the amount of other women I’d gotten to have sex with, while I was married to Lyndsey. She wouldn’t hear of it, despite being curious as to the amount of pleasure she may have been able to get from another man. A couple we’d known for years had always been into the swinging scene for as long as we’d known them, and they’d talked to us about it many times; offering to take us with them one night, because they thought we’d both be well received at one of the parties they attended. She liked the look of me, and he liked the look of my wife, and both figured that the opinions would be shared by many of the other swingers. I knew that Lyndsey was curious, solely from her facial expressions; I could read her like a book by then! To be fair, though, she could also read me like a book, and she’d been able to do it for far longer than I had been able to read her. I asked her why she didn’t want to do it, because I could clearly see that she was interested, and received a reply I would not have imagined, even though I had known her more than twenty years by then.

She took me by the hand and silently led me into the bedroom, before picking up one of her rubber penises and saying, “If we bring another woman into this bedroom, and I put this on, I can have as much fun with her as you can. I can orgasm from sticking this into her pussy, in the same way that she can orgasm from you putting the real thing into hers. If we bring another man to bed, you don’t have that option. I can’t see you wanting to bugger another bloke; nor him wanting to do that to you, so it would simply be unfair to you, for me to have the fun of a second man in the bedroom, while you got nothing in return!

I’ll do it for you, if you really want to watch another bloke fuck me; I’ll kneel on the bed and let him fill me with his sperm if you want me to, but I’m not really bothered about it myself. I don’t need extra-marital cock, sweetheart, considering the size of yours, and the ability you have to pleasure me with it, whenever you feed it to me. After all, I have you, and you’re all I’ll ever need!”

She knelt down at my feet, and said, “I appreciate the offer though, sweetheart, and I’ll not forget the consideration that prompted you to make it. I promised you, before our very first threesome, that I would never ask your permission to bed another man, and it’s a promise I will keep until the day I die, or the day you get another woman, and don’t share her with me! I’ll be content with using one of my rubber cocks on whichever women you or I can get to drop their knickers for us. If you fancy some extra-marital cunt, sweetheart, then as long as you bring that self-same cunt home, for me to have my share of, with my big rubber cock, I’ll let you have first ride; I’ll contentedly watch you spray your load inside her, if she’s dirty enough to let you do that. I might even lick it out of her afterwards, as you ride me. That’s the closest we’ll get to fair fun for both of us; a bi-babe we can both fuck, and I’ll be content with that.” Then she reached into the bedside cabinet for a condom, to thank me for the offer I’d just made!

I explained to my darling little wife, that it wasn’t something I wanted to see; I just thought that after she’d brought so many women home, and permitted me to have my wicked way with them, that it would be mean of me not to allow her another man, on occasion, if she wanted to permit one to have his wicked way with her. For the next couple of days, Lyndsey bent over backwards to please me; she was so moved by my willingness to let her have another man, regardless of my thoughts, if it was what she wanted.

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