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A VERY kinky trip to the adult theater

You and I stayed in touch after our first encounter in the parking lot with me, the stranger and the cop. I had hit the nose right on the head with our experience in the parking lot. You were into ANYTHING my horny little mind could conjure up. We chatted about everything and I found out about some other fantasies she had. You had always thought about a group situation but had never before been able to get the guts to tell anyone about it – until now. You felt you could open up to me; there was nothing I wouldn’t at least listen to. This you knew in your heart.

After my mind had been working on the plan for a few weeks I felt it was time to put it into action. I had done my research, made the necessary plans and we were ready to play.

I showed up at your door at the agreed time – 8:30 PM.

“Did you follow the rules, Tessa?” I asked.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good answer. I see you’re wearing the loose-fitting skirt. Lift it up.”

You did and when it got high enough I saw your shiny, freshly-shaven pussy staring back at me.

“Good. I can see you’re not wearing a bra. Excellent. Let’s go.”

We climbed into my car and as soon as you sat down you giggled a bit.

“Why the giggle?”

“I was thinking of the last time I was in your car. Fuck that was hot. Me sucking off a stranger and a cop while you fucked the shit out of me. I still think of that when I’m rubbing my cunt.”

I smile and we start off.

“Where are we going?” you ask.

“You’ll find out.”

“What are we doing>”

“You should be asking ‘What AREN’T we doing,” I answer with a laugh.

We drive downtown. I occasionally reach over and rub your thigh. You wiggle around a bit in the seat. By the time we get downtown I have lifted up your skirt and I can see your bald pussy.

“Are you wet, Tessa?”

You stick two fingers in your pussy, remove them and hold them up to my lips. I see your juices glistening on them and open my mouth to cleanse you. You move your fingers inside me and my mouth closes around them.

“Mmmmmmmm. My favorite flavor.” I say as you very slowly and seductively slide your digits out of my orifice.

We’re near our destination and I’m lucky enough to find parking on the street.

“Are you ready, Tessa?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be.”

I can sense a small tremor in your voice and to comfort you I lean over and give you a deep kiss. You moan and thrust your tongue into my mouth. You NEEDED this and I knew that. I break the kiss and we leave the car.

We walk about a block and turn the corner. You see the sign.

“We’re going to the theatre?” you say gleefully.

“That’s the plan. How do you feel?”

You throw your arms around me and kiss me.

“I love it.”

We get to the box office and the girl behind the counter looks at us.

“Just the two of you?” she asks.

“Yes. I was told to ask for Rusty.”

“Your first time?”

“Yes.”

She turns and calls Rusty’s name. Within a minute we’ve paid and Rusty is escorting us into the theatre.

“We have three areas. The area behind the ropes to the rear of the theatre is the couples only area. The area to the left is our gay section and all the rest is a free-for-all. There are some basic rules. You’ll see that there are many areas where condoms are supplied. We ask that you use them for your own safety, but we do not monitor it. It’s your discretion in the end. The main rule of our business is No MEANS NO. If anybody says they don’t want to do something that’s the final word. If we get word of anybody not obeying this they are banned for life. Lastly there are some showers over there if you need them.”

“That makes me feel good,” you say.

“That’s the tour, folks. I hope you have a great evening.”

“Thank you Rusty,” we both say and begin a slow walk around the place, Neither of us know what to expect so we check out the whole place. We start at the couples only area.

We walk into the area and are immediately impressed. There are no couples there, yet, but the area is very clean and there are a number of places to sit. There are a few rows of regular movie seats, 4 large couches and 3 futons at the back. We notice 8 condom dispensers and are comforted by that. We look up at the movie that’s playing and see an extremely well endowed man having a blonde for lunch.

From this area we can see the whole theatre. We can see there are a few guys in the gay section; two of them are getting blown by two other guys. You’re intrigued by this. In the rest of the theatre we see about 10 guys sitting by them selves masturbating. Again you’re intrigued.

We leave the couples area and walk around the rest. As we’re walking through the straight section every head turns when you pass. You feel a rush of excitement and you can FEEL your pussy get wetter.

“I bet it would really help these guys in their endeavors if they were to get a look at your boobs.”

You giggle and whip your tits out at the next guy we pass. He grunts and pounds his cock harder. You feel the rush again and move closer. He can’t take his eyes off you. You put your hands under your breasts and offer them to the stranger. He dives in and sucks your nipples. You can feel your pussy juice running down your legs. Our friend groans and you see his cock begin to spew its seed. You are enraptured. The power you wield is getting to you.

You pull your tit out of his mouth and move up to the next row where an elderly man is seated.

“Can I have some too, Sweety?”

“I was always taught to respect my elders, sir.”

You drop to your knees and take his average sized cock into your mouth. You bob up and down for about 10 minutes before the man grunts and fills your mouth. You stand and kiss him, transferring all his cum into HIS mouth. He swallows and you giggle. It’s the power again.

You’re curious about the gay section so that’s where we venture next. When we get there we now see about 8 guys there. Three are getting blown and 1 guy is getting fucked up the ass. You HAVE to see this. We walk over and they’re more than happy to share the view. You’re mesmerized by the sight of the cock driving in and out of the other guy’s ass. You turn and kiss me while rubbing my rod through my pants.

“Do you mind if I watch closely?” you ask the guy doing the fucking.

He shakes his head and you move closer to watch the action. After a few minutes he starts pounding the guys ass hard and moaning. You KNOW he’s cumming. You’ve seen enough so we head back to the couples area.

Still we’re the only couple there and we sit on a couch and kiss some. As we’re kissing I remove your shirt and in short time your skirt is gone, too. You still have your stockings, garters and shoes on.

“Wanna go for a stroll again?” I ask.

“But I’m NAKED!”

“I don’t think anyone will mind, babe.”

We leave the couples area and walk into the straight section; you naked and me still fully clothed. As soon as we enter the straight section three guys get up and come over. One reaches out to touch you. I grab his hand.

“SHE does the touching. You only touch her if she asks you to.”

You feel safe in my care, but you knew coming in that I’d be there for you.

“You two suck my tits and you get on your knees and lick my cunt.”

They don’t need to be told twice. You part your legs a bit to give the guy easier access to your pussy. You let out an extended moan when all three are in position. This is so much better than you ever thought it would be. The three guys do not stray from their tasks. You’re enjoying this A LOT and after about 20 minutes you feel the orgasm approaching. Your hips start to buck to meet the man’s tongue and you have a hand on the back of each of the tit-suckers’ head; holding them in place. A scream moves from you inner-most area to your lungs and finally your mouth. Shortly after your orgasm you push the three men away.

You pull my hand and drag me back to the couples area.

“That was the wildest experience I’ve ever had, Brett. I don’t know how much more I can take.”

We lay down on a futon and kiss passionately. We lay there kissing and rubbing each others’ bodies for a while; occasionally stopping and resting. I look at my watch – 10:30 and still no other couples. We don’t mind. We’re having a great time without them.

“Wanna try that gang bang we discussed?” I ask.

“I dunno. I’m a bit scared.”

“You KNOW I’ll take care of you, right?”

“Yes, but I’ve only thought about it. What if it doesn’t go as I thought.”

“What if it’s BETTTER?”

You sit and ponder it for a minute or two. You get up and take my hand. Before we leave the couples area I stop you.

“Just a sec. I’m going to go ask Rusty something.”

“What?”

“Just wait here and I’ll be back.”

I leave and you sit on a couch feeling a bit uneasy. In about 3 minutes I return.

“You stay here again. I’m going to go in the straight area and I’ll be right back.”

Again I leave. You’re unsure about what’s happening. I return.

“Okay – here’s the plan. I talked to Rusty and he agreed that we can have other guys come into the couples area. I thought you’d be a lot more comfortable here on the futons than out in the straight area. We’re going to fuck here and other guys can come in here and watch us. From there it’s totally up to you what happens.”

By the time I’m finished it looks like all the guys from the straight area were at the rope entrance. I smile at you. You smile back and kiss me. As we kiss I take my shirt, pants and shoes off. I can’t be bothered taking my socks off. You suck my nipples while the jealous guys watch. This is hotter than I expected. The guys are all standing around the futon jerking their cocks as they watch.

You move down and take my cock in your mouth. I’m on my back and you’re on your hands and knees. One of the guys moans and shoots his load all over your back. You love the warm feeling of his fresh cum on your skin. There must be twenty guys standing there pulling on their dicks. You feel safe. This is a great experience.

You put a condom on me and climb on my rock hard member. You slowly glide your wet pussy up and down with your eyes closed. When you open your eyes you see three dicks pretty much right beside you. They are respecting the rules – no one is violating your space. You open your mouth wide and they know it’s an invitation. One fills your open orifice. It’s about 5 inches long and average thickness. Your head bobs while you bounce on my dick. Within a few minutes he shoots his load into your eager throat.

I roll you over and mount you missionary. Your head is at the edge of the futon and as I slam your pussy, guy after guy cums on you. Some get sucked by you, most are self-service. This is extremely erotic and I blow my load. I guess that more than 10 guys have shot their load on you. You eyes are closed to keep the cum out of them. You learned the hard way a bunch of years ago how much that stings.

I dismount you. There are still probably 15 guys there.

“Okay. You can finger fuck her cunt and ass. You can suck her tits. You can eat her cunt. You can kiss her. You can stick your dick in her mouth. You can cum on her, but YOU CANNOT STICK YOUR DICK IN HER CUNT OR ASS. Is that understood?” I say.

There is universal agreement and I move out of the way.

You are ravaged by these strangers and after an hour there are only a few left. You lost count of the number of times you came and you have no idea of the number of times you were cum ON.

We ask the last 3 guys to hurry and they drain their cocks on you pretty quickly. They leave and we’re left there. You wipe the cum away from your eyes and open them. You can’t BELIEVE what a mess you are. We can only look at each other.

We’re about to get up when 3 other people enter the couples area. They’re all women. They see you and stop dead.

“What the fuck happened here?”

We give them the shortened rundown and by the time we’re finished they’re naked licking the cum off you. Their licks stray from the cum and before long they’re licking us EVERYWHERE. One is sucking my cock, one is sucking your pussy and one is sitting on your face. You are very into the one on your face. She shaved her pussy too and you love that. You lap away at her while her friend does the same to you.

I soon blow my load into the girl sucking me and the one on your face quivers wildly with her orgasm. You push the other one away from your pussy. You haven’t cum yet but you don’t think you can survive another orgasm. The three of them get up and walk into the straight area naked.

We got up and walked naked to the showers. We had a shower together and kiss while washing each other. When we’re done we walk back to our clothes, dress and leave. It’s 3:45.

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Hope and Sally develop a bound that will bring their friendship closer than ever.

A friendship is brought much closer than they could have imagined. I’ll explain how their first discovery sleepover sparked 20 years of friendly sexual adventure.

Hope and Sally develop a bound that will bring their friendship closer than ever.

Hope is my best friend, my opposite, my balance, and my soon to be lover. She’s tall, dark skin, brunette hair. She is a clever, loud, unapologetic, and a flirt.

After a summer apart we have our first back to school sleep over. Hope’s house was so big we had a whole floor to ourselves. She gets right to telling me what her older cousin showed her over the summer. Just like my cousin Lea had used my holes, Hope’s older cousin Amber showed her a finger or five.

I couldn’t help but show the biggest smile on my face as Hope told me her stories from the summer. I thought I’d be playing with myself all year long. Little did I know my best friend would share the same sexual desires as me.

Hope reads it well and her hand is tracing up my thigh towards my already dripping wet pussy. I stop her hand with my own and lean in to kiss her. I need to slow this down and break the pace. I want to make it clear to Hope how I feel about my virginity.

Luckily she feels the same way and her

cousin had the same idea as mine. Like our older cousins had spared us our hymens and left us with the decision to choose when and who we wanted to lose our technical vaginal virginity to, Hope and I would continue on pleasing ourselves in other ways than deep vaginal penetration.

Although Hope did love a good anal stuffing, she begged for my tongue more often than not. I preferred my ass filled with well, what started with just fingers led to our imagination’s getting the best of us.

We grew up together so showering together so that was already a common occurrence and we took it to our advantage. We’d buy vibrating toothbrushes by the dozen. The young girls cheap vibrator. We’d take a nice long shower and stuff our holes with every toothbrush we have acquired.

As much as I loved the feeling of my hole being stretched I needed that feeling deep in my bowels.

I happen to love to cook so my now corrupted mind went straight to the kitchen for pleasure. I trimmed and cleaned a big, thick, fresh leek. I scoured the cabinets for coconut oil, which would soon be our go to lube.

We used our little fingers to cover the long thick vegetable then I got on all fours. Hope used her lubed up fingers to stretch my already abused hole. Hope feels like she’s warmed me up enough and without warning my young hole is filled with one of nature’s gifts for the first time.

As this root veggie, which was once grounded in the earth, drove into my young rectum, I myself felt grounded, having found a way to connect with my best friend on this spiritual and sexual level.

We loved pushing each other’s limits and forcing our holes to try more. Stuffing super tampons, pens, and markers in our asses became completely normal in our day to day lives. We loved filling each other to the absolute brim.

We soon got bored and moved on to a hair brush to pump our butt holes. Once our bodies grew used to the size we needed to expand our means of pleasing. We soon moved on to shampoo bottles which was great, easy access in the shower.

Sometimes at my house we’d sleep in my living room. We put on some late night early 2000s Showtime porn on mute in the background. The recliner would be laid practically flat and we’d 69 until the sun came up. I was utterly addicted to the way Hope ate me up. As she was inthralled with the way my tongue and hands explored her anal canal. I was always on top, most people think this is a position of dominance, but in our relationship in was a position of submission because Hope could keep my asshole stuffed at all times from this angle.

We didn’t have access to sex toys for some time. Vegetables like leeks, carrots, and cucumbers became quiet familiar up our asses. We loved a little friendly competition. We’d challenge each other to see who could fit more carrots up their bum. I always, no pun intended, stuffed the competition. I could easily take 10 big carrots up my butt like a regular anal slut.

We used clamp hair curlers as anal speculums. Testing our youthful limits is what we did best. We literally loved the stretch and couldn’t get enough!

The every day household ice cream scoop is the most underrated kitchen appliance sex toy. God the both of us loved that stuffed inside our asses for hands free pleasure. The scoop acted as a plug and would stay in place as we devoured each others genitalia.

Around the holidays we got very festive. We used witches wands up our butt for Halloween. A corn anal massage was our favorite Thanksgiving tradition. Candy canes were a sweet treat to eat out of each other for Christmas. On New Year’s Eve we sent kazoos up our to hilt. Valentine’s Day kicked off enema season with a whipped cream filler. St. Patty’s day was a green beer enema blur. Easter we string a dozen eggs deep down our bowels. We then wrap up the holidays on Fourth of July with Roman candles tooting out our asses.

To be continued…

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A hot reporter has one hot interview with the futa-doctor, inspiring her to make a naughty wish to the futa-fairy!

The Futa Fairy – Futa Reporter’s Wicked Wish
Chapter One: Becca’s Hot Interview
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

“Dr. Rita is waiting for you in her office,” the Hispanic nurse said. She had a nametag that read Pita pinned to her lilac scrub top, a bright smile on her face. “Just this way.”

“Lead on,” I said, masking my yawn. I needed to be perky and energetic despite the early hour. The sun wasn’t up. Yes, in late November that wasn’t too early, but still…

My camerawoman didn’t bother hiding her tiredness, Hosannah letting out a loud yawn as she lugged her camera with her. My jaws fought to open, wanting to stretch out into a big, wide exhalation, too. An interview at 6:30 AM meant I had to wake up far, far too early.

We walked through St. Claire Hospital in Lakewood, a small city south of Tacoma and near my own home in Parkland. My employers, Channel 5 News, wanted a report on the miraculous cures Doctor Rita Jones performed. It was a puff piece, something a reporter with half my experience should do.

My heels clicked as I followed Nurse Pita’s brisk pace, my tight pencil skirt whisking about my nylon-clad thighs. My breasts bounced in my low-cut blouse, showing off my assets for the camera. Though I would feign shock and outrage if any one questioned why I wore such daring tops, often with the lacy hints of my bra peeking out, during news broadcast.

It kept me employed, something my twenty-year-old daughter appreciated.

“Here we are,” Pita said, reaching the door and opening it. “She’s waiting for you.”

I had been in many doctor’s offices, small, cramped, a desk with a computer, filing cabinets, a small shelf with reference books, walls covered in anatomical pictures. Dr. Rita’s had nothing unusual in hers save for the young girl kneeling before her, bobbing her head and making slurping sucks.

The sounds of a wet, sloppy blowjob.

“Becca Brittany,” beamed the African-American doctor. She wore light-blue scrub tops, but no bottoms, her ebony face lighting up as she stared at me, white teeth flashing between dark lips. Her hands gripped the black, beaded braids of the girl slurping away. The girl, also Black shook her hips. She wore pleated, schoolgirl skirts, her ebony thighs peeking out the swaying hem. “I’m so glad you could make it so early. But I wanted to show you what makes my cures so special. And I only have it during the night.”

My cheeks went crimson, a strange lust shooting through me. I could see the dark shaft thrusting up into the girl’s bobbing mouth, thick and long, bigger than my ex-husband’s or my current lover’s cock.

Or any of past boyfriends or lovers.

Her breasts jiggled beneath her top as she shifted, her nipples hard points. I swallowed. “I didn’t know you were a shemale, Doctor.”

“I’m not,” she smiled. “I’m a futanari. I have a pussy. My clit just turns into a cock. And you can have your camerawoman set up. I need my fluffer keeping me on the verge of eruption in case we’re needed.” She licked her lips. “My daughter volunteered since it’s Sunday. Isn’t that wonderful of her?”

I arched an eyebrow. “Your…daughter?”

“She’s such a cock-slut for what futa’s are packing,” laughed the doctor. “I think she’d have her mouth attached to my dick all night if she could, but then my girlfriends would get jealous.”

“We would, Doctor,” Pita, the nurse, cooed.

I blinked. They said these things like it was so normal. And…and why did I have a problem with it? So a girl sucked her own futa-mother’s dick? What was the big deal? I bet my daughter would love to suck mine if I had one. She’d kneel before me while I gave a report, her head just out of frame, fluffing my big, throbbing girl-dick.

A heat soaked my panties, my hips wiggling.

“Well, this is different,” Hosannah whispered, unfolding her tripod with quick dexterity. She was a short, curvy woman, her face round with a bold, Jewish nose. In moments, she had her camera mounted, light turned on, pointing at the doctor.

I took a chair, crossing my legs tight, my poor clit aching as I watched young Pattie, who couldn’t be more than eighteen or nineteen, loving her mother’s dick. I shivered, licking my lips. My blonde Jenny would look so cute bobbing her head, sucking on Mommy’s girl-cock, the cameras rolling and…

Such strange thoughts. They infected me as I noticed Pattie’s fingers sliding into her mother’s pussy, pumping in and out of the folds. She truly had both. Her cock looked like it thrust from where her clit should be.

“Here’s your microphone, Dr. Rita,” Hosannah said, her short, brown hair swaying. She leaned over in her tight jeans, her curvy ass pointed right at me. She had the type of rump that jiggled during sex. The type I bet her lovers loved to grab as they fucked her hard.

Flashes of me, my own cock thrusting from my blonde-muffed pussy and ramming into her snatch, made me tremble. The heat swelled in me. The ass wiggled back and forth. She bent over more, working on attaching the lapel mic, her jeans hugging tight to her pussy, the seam of her crotch almost swallowed by her plump pussy.

She often had cameltoes the guys at work loved to stare at.

“There,” Hosannah said. She moved back to her camera aimed at Dr. Rita, we’d film my half later on back at the studio, having me repeat my questions. Then we’d splice it together and you’d never realize I filmed my part hours later. “We’re recording.”

“So, Dr. Rita,” I said, leaning forward, “rumor has it you have found a cure that heals anyone. Some would describe as ‘magic’ and others as a hoax. How did you discover it?”

“I didn’t discover it,” she groaned, her fingers digging into her daughter’s hair, unmistakable pleasure crossing her face. “I was gifted it.”

“Gifted?” I licked my lips. “That sounds…intriguing. So it wasn’t a chemical or a drug?”

“Oh, no, this is wholly magical.” She let out a little whimper, Pattie’s hips wiggling more. She sucked louder, slurping and loving her mother’s girl-dick. “I made a wish, and the futa-fairy answered it.”

“A…fairy?” I couldn’t keep my skepticism out of my words. “Like from Sleeping Beauty or something?”

“Or more like from a Midsummer’s Night Dream,” Dr. Rita moaned. “Her name is Leanan Sidhe, and she made me into a hermaphrodite. What she called a futanari. She gave me a clit that turns into a cock between sunset and sunrise. And my cum heals anyone who touches it. It’s why my daughter’s is fluffing my cock in case an emergency comes in. Then I can have my futa-dick ready to go.”

“So you’re claiming to have magical cum that heals anyone?” I didn’t hide my doubt. This was ridiculous. She worked at a real hospital and said this BS. And yet she had that big, beautiful, ebony shaft buried in her daughter’s hungry mouth.

I licked my lips, my nipples aching in my bra.

“Not claiming. I do heal people. There are plenty of people I’ve helped.” She shifted. “We do keep a stockpile of my futa-jizz on hand, able to be administered to any patient, especially the men. But I do like taking a special interest in the female patients, healing them personally.”

“And how did you…learn about this power?”

“There was this girl in a coma.” A loving smile spread across her lips. “My own sleeping beauty. And I just wanted to heal her, to—”

Her pager beeped at her side. I blinked as she pulled it off her hip, glancing at it. “We have an emergency patient. Bring your camera. You can see the cure being worked personally.”

Pattie pulled her mouth off her mother’s cock, her saliva dripping down her chin. She brought her fingers to her mouth, sucking Dr. Rita’s pussy cream off of them. The girl moaned, savoring the incestuous flavor, her eyes rolling back into her head.

“Becca?” Hosannah asked as Dr. Rita stood up, her big dick bobbing before her, the tip glistening with her daughter’s saliva.

“Follow her,” I said as the futa-doctor hurried between the camera and me. “Let’s see if she’s telling the truth.”

“She is,” Pita grinned.

Hosannah unhooked her camera as I bounced to my feet, big tits heaving in my bra. My blonde curls danced about my shoulders as I hurried after in my heels. Running in five inch pumps was an art every female reporter had to master. I chased after Dr. Rita’s naked ass, following her around a hallway. She didn’t care her cock was out, bobbing for the world to see. None of the nurses of doctors even gave her another look.

She did this all the time. What was going on at this hospital?

Hosannah chased after, camera on her shoulder, recording it all. “We’re following Dr. Rita to a patient just admitted with a serious injury,” I said into my microphone, looking back over my shoulder at the camera. “Dr. Rita claims her magical futa-cum will heal the patient. Channel 5 News will bring you this exclusive footage that will either vindicate her outrageous claims, or prove her to be a deluded, and perverted, fraud.”

Dr. Rita vanished into an exam room. I reached the door, yanking it open. Hosannah went through, filming. I followed her in, my heart pounding, my hand gripping my microphone. This could be remarkable if it was true.

Actual magic.

A girl whimpered on the exam table, maybe twenty-one, her pink hair swaying about her face. She had a fade on the right side, her hair long on the left. A diamond nose stud glinted as she shuddered, cradling a right arm that was…

“Oh, god,” I gasped at the side of the broken arm.

“It’s okay, honey,” Dr. Rita said. “I have just what you need right here.”

“Doctor?” the girl gasped as the Black doctor seized pink hair, hauling the injured girl’s mouth to that big, throbbing futa-dick.

“Dr. Rita is applying the cure directly with her futa-cock, introducing it to the girl’s mouth. The patient’s sucking, her cheeks hollowing. I can’t believe this is happening,” I commented, my pussy clenching, itching to be touched.

“That’s it, sweetie,” moaned Dr. Rita. “Just keep sucking. You’ll feel so much better and… Yes!”

“Fuck me,” Hosannah muttered beside me as she filmed Dr. Rita cumming.

The orgasm was unmistakable. Dr. Rita threw back her head, her breasts bouncing beneath her scrub tops. She shuddered, bucking with every pulse of girl-jizz firing out of her big dick. The pink-haired patient’s dark eyes widened. She swallowed, gulping down the supposedly magical cum, more trickling out of her mouth, running down her cheeks, overflowing her mouth and…

I almost dropped my microphone.

“It’s working,” I said in awe. “Her arm is healing. You can see the bones shifting, the piece punctured through her skin is retracting, the flesh is healing. This is not a special effect. This is happening live before us.”

“See,” groaned Dr. Rita. “Mmm, you’re feeling so much better. Just drink down all my futa-cum. That’s it. Ooh, yes.”

The girl sucked a final time, then her mouth popped off the doctor’s big, ebony cock. She flexed her finger on her once-broken arm. She stared at the wound, rubbing at it. The blood remained, but no sign of the bone splinter or the bleeding puncture it caused.

“You healed me…” The patient stared up at the doctor. Then she threw herself at the Black physician. Her arms went around Dr. Rita’s neck, kissing her hard, tongue thrusting. She pulled Dr. Rita on top of her, the doctor not fighting at all, her ebony shaft swaying, still thrusting hard before her.

The doctor’s dark rump faced the camera, her legs spread wide, showing off her pussy’s pink gash surrounded by her black, curly pubic hair. Juices clung to the strands, glistening in the light. The girl grabbed the doctor’s futa-dick with her healed arm, stroking it with pale fingers.

“She’s going to fuck her,” groaned Hosannah, her camera aimed at the action.

“Dr. Rita,” I gasped, the words tumbling out of my mind, my reporter training taking over, “is it standard to have sex with your patients after healing them?”

Dr. Rita broke the kiss with the patient, throwing a look over her shoulder, eyes glossy with lust. “Drinking my futa-cum makes the patient extremely horny. And I like to administer a second dose directly into their pussy or asshole, just to make sure they’re all better.”

“She’s very thorough,” purred Nurse Pita.

I hadn’t realized her or Dr. Rita’s daughter had followed us. But the pair were fingering each other in the back, Pattie’s dark hand down Pita’s lavender scrub bottoms, Pita’s brown hand beneath the schoolgirl’s skirt. Both had pleasure crossing their faces.

“Oh, doctor, yes,” groaned the patient, her hand guiding the ebony dick beneath the jean skirt she wore, a pink thong flashing, covering her pussy. “I need you to keep treating me.”

Dr. Rita’s fingers ripped the pink thong to the side, exposing a shaved, tight slit. Hosannah groaned nearby. She licked her lips, recording the ebony cock’s head rubbing on the pale, pink flesh. Then the patient’s labia spread wide, engulfing that huge dick.

My pussy tightened, envying the patient and her moans of ecstasy as that monstrous girl-dick slid deeper and deeper. I whimpered, my hand clenching my microphone so hard. My entire body burned as I watched Dr. Rita bury herself into her patient.

And then fuck her.

The hospital bed creaked as the futa-doctor treated her patient with hard, vigorous strokes. The pink-haired girl gasped and moaned, bucking beneath the ebony futa. Dr. Rita’s ass clenched, White fingers clawing at it.

“This is so hot,” Hosannah groaned. “I can’t believe this, Becca.”

“I can’t either,” I said, lowering my microphone. “This is gold. She healed her with her cock and cum.”

I rubbed sweaty hands on my skirt, so envious of the patient. I wished I was hurt so I could be cured. To feel that big, throbbing futa-dick slamming over and over into my pussy. The pair writhed together, the girl bucking into Dr. Rita’s hard thrusts.

Faster and harder. Dr. Rita moaned and gasped, her back arching, her butt clenching. Frothy juices clung white on her dark shaft as she stirred the patient’s pussy hotter and hotter. I licked my lips, my pussy begging for attention.

I wanted to masturbate so hard.

“And as you can see,” I narrated into my microphone, “Dr. Rita is dedicated to treating her patients, making sure they are cared for.”

“Oh, my god, Doctor!” howled the girl. “I’m going to cum on your big, beautiful dick! Yes, yes, yes! Keep fucking me!”

“She’ll do anything to make sure they’re cured,” I continued, my cheeks burning, such a throaty, longing purr in my voice. My free hand squeezed my large breast through my blouse, my nipple throbbing. “She drives her futa-appendage so hard into her patient’s vagina, bringing the girl both closer and closer to her explosive finish.”

“Cum in her, Mom!” moaned Pattie. “Oh, yes, just flood the little slut. I want to lick her clean!”

“Such a greedy slut for your mother’s jizz,” groaned Nurse Pita.

I squeezed my breast harder, brushing my nipple. Electricity shot down to my pussy. I shuddered, squirming my hips. My eyes rolled back into my head. I sucked in a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest. I couldn’t believe what I was watching. The pleasure, the rapture, burning through this room. A dizzy surge shot through me.

I wanted that futa-cock. I wanted to be fucked by one. I wanted to feel it ream me, to fill me to the brim. I wanted to cum and cum and cum on it. To explode on her that big, thick, ebony shaft. I wanted to have my own.

To fuck the women I interviewed, to have my daughter or others suck my dick while I gave my reports, the world oblivious to what was going on. I wished to experience the joy Dr. Rita had, her moans echoing through the room.

“Oh, fuck yes!” howled the girl, bucking beneath the doctor, cumming on that huge dick. “Fire that jizz in me. Heal me! Make me feel sooooo much better!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Dr. Rita thrust forward, her back arching, her head snapping back. “Take it!”

“So hot!”

“Yes,” I hissed. “Dr. Rita is finishing her treatment and flooding in her patient’s hot vagina. Look at the passion on her face. Dr. Rita is dedicated to her job and to her miraculous cure.”

I bit my plump lips. My hand squeezed harder at my tit, feeling the silicone implant that gave my breasts their perky plumpness. I wanted to be both Dr. Rita and the patient right now. I wanted to have futa-cum flooded my pussy and to have my own girl-dick firing jizz it into hot snatch.

My phone vibrated in my skirt pocket.

“Oh, Dr. Rita,” mewled the girl, her orgasm dying. “Ooh, you healed me so much. I can’t believe it. I’ve heard about you. My sister attends Washington College, and she told me about her futa-teacher, Ms. Marcie, and the futa-cheerleaders. Mmm, they sound so hot.”

Futa-teacher? Futa-cheerleaders? Washington College was the rival school to my daughter’s Franklin Pierce College. This year, they’d trounced my daughter’s college at the homecoming game thanks to the inspiring cheering of the cheerleaders.

Where they fucking on the field?

“Well, Becca Brittany, do you want to experience my treatment?” Dr. Rita asked, throwing a sultry look over her shoulder.

My eyes widened. “You don’t mean…?”

She licked her lips, arching her eyebrows. “I do. I can fuck you hard. If you want. I bet you have a few things wrong, little, minor things, that I could heal.”

“And now Dr. Rita is offering me a chance to experience her futa-treatment,” I purred into the microphone, my pussy melting. “I would be a fool to say no to her.”

“Such a fool,” her daughter moaned.

Then she appeared before me, taking the microphone. “Let’s get you ready. I’ve ogled your tits on TV. And I know Mom’s such a fan. She likes White girls boobs. She’s always fucking her girlfriend Carly’s little White titties.”

I shivered as the eighteen-year-old girl unbuttoned my gray-blue, silk blouse. Her fingers deft. She licked her lips, throwing my blouse open and exposing the soft-pink bra beneath, my nipples hard points. She giggled, realizing my bra clasped in the front.

My big, ivory breasts spilled out into her ebony hands. She squeezed then, hefting my large breasts, feeling the silicone beneath. She arched an eyebrow at me, her grin mischievous.

“I’ve never played with fake tits before. They’re so firm. Like playing with a stress ball.” Then she leaned over and sucked on a dusky nipple.

I gasped, the tingles racing straight down to my pussy. Behind Pattie, her mother rose, still wearing her scrub top and lapel mic. Her dick bobbed before her, glistening with the patient’s pussy juices. While Pattie had called dibs on licking out the girl’s pussy, Nurse Pita used Pattie’s distraction with my tits to pounce and bury her face into the pink-haired patient’s snatch.

The girl gasped, her back arching, grinding her pussy against the Hispanic nurse’s hungry mouth. I just shivered, staring from her to the smoldering eyes of Dr. Rita. She licked her lips, watching her daughter feast on my breast. The girl’s hands stroked down my bare stomach, tingles racing across my skin, and found the hem of my skirt. She searched for the zipper. It rasped. I groaned, shivering as the skirt grew looser.

Then fell off my hips.

“My daughter loves getting women ready for my cock,” Dr. Rita purred, her voice a mix of passion and maternal pride. “She always comes in on the weekends to help out.”

“My daughter just sits around the house,” I groaned, my eyes widening as the barely legal girl’s hand slid inside my panties, sliding through my blonde bush, and finding the wet lips of my pussy. I let out a whimper as she stroked me. “Ooh, I wish she was so…invested in my job.”

“I bet you do,” Dr. Rita said, rubbing her dick into her daughter’s skirt-clad ass, smearing the patient’s pussy juices across the girl’s rump. “How hot is she, Pattie?”

“So hot, Mom,” Pattie moaned between sucks on my nipple. “She’s got fake titties. They’re so much fun to squeeze!”

“I bet,” moaned the doctor while I shuddered, my nipples throbbing in her daughter’s hungry mouth.

The girl loved my tits.

Then Pattie fell to her knees, pulling her hand out of my panties. Her wet fingers hooked my waist band, hauling them down my hips, exposing my blonde bush. She breathed in, her nostrils twitching. She let out a purring sound then buried her face into my snatch.

Devoured me.

“Oh, my god, your daughter’s eating my pussy!” I gasped, staring at the futa-doctor stroking her big, Black dick. “She’s licking me. Oh, my god, she’s good.”

“My little girl is a pussy hound,” Dr. Rita laughed, running her free hand across her daughter’s braided hair.

Beads clattered as Pattie licked, her tongue diving through the folds of my pussy. I shivered, my tits heaving in my blouse. I let out little whimpers, squirming, grinding my snatch against the eighteen-year-old girl’s hungry mouth. She was barely legal. That sent such a wicked thrill through me, my cunt clenching on her probing tongue.

Beyond her, my camerawoman recorded, only using one hand to operate her camera, the other rubbed at her tight jeans, digging into her delicious cameltoe. The busty Hosannah moaned, her body shuddering as she masturbated herself.

“Yes, yes, yes, your daughter’s fluffing me,” I gasped. “She’s getting me so ready for that big dick.”

“I just love helping Mom,” moaned Pattie between hungry licks, her dark face peering up from between my pale thighs.

“I can tell,” I groaned. “I wish my daughter was so eager to help me.”

My phone vibrated again, wrapped up in my skirt bunched around my waist.

“It’s such a delight having a daughter so eager to help her mother,” groaned Pattie, her hand stroking faster and faster.

“I bet,” Hosannah moaned, her camera locked on the eighteen-year-old devouring my mature pussy. I was old enough to be her mother. I shivered, picturing my blonde, twenty-year-old daughter between my thighs, licking me with such enthusiasm.

“Yes!” I gasped, Pattie’s tongue finding my clit, stroking and petting it.

Pleasure coursed through me. I moaned, joining the patient. Pita devoured her pussy with the same enthusiasm Pattie ate mine. My naked breasts heaved, jiggling, being recorded for posterity. This would all go into my story. Somehow, I just knew I could broadcast it. That magic worked through the room, making this all seem so normal.

Incest. Sex with an barley legal girl. Futanari. All of it.

I threw back my head and came. My tits heaved, bouncing before me as I came on the hungry minx’s licking tongue. She moaned, feasting on my juices gushing out of my pussy. Pleasure rippled through me.

“She’s all ready for you, Mom,” Pattie beamed, ripping her face from my pussy. She hopped to her feet and then gasped. “Pina! I called dibs on the patient’s creampie!”

The Black girl charged at the bed while her mother stepped up to fuck me. I shuddered, grabbing her big, Black dick with my ivory fingers. I loved the contrast, stroking her as I guided her to my blonde bush.

I stared into the camera over the doctor’s shoulder, moaning, “This is Becca Brittany about to experience first hand the futa-doctor’s unorthodox, though highly effective, treatment.”

“Mmm, you are,” Dr. Rita purred, her cock’s thick, dark crown probing into my blonde bush.

I gasped, feeling her hot dick rubbing on my pussy lips, sliding down to the entrance to my cunt. My labia engulfed the tip, her shaft sliding into me. I shivered, my thighs clenching about her ebony waist, pulling her deeper and deeper. My eyes widened as she kept plunging more and more of her shaft into me.

I felt stuffed so full. I whimpered, still staring at the camera, letting the world see the rapture crossing my face. It was my job to report the news, and this was amazing. Every woman had to feel a futa’s big dick in her, stretching her open.

“She’s got a very large…applicator,” I groaned. I couldn’t say cock on the air. Or pussy if it didn’t refer to a cat. “It reaches so deep into my…sex. Oooh, yes, so deep. Women, you are going to want to try this out. I… Yes!”

I shivered, the doctor pulling her big cock back and then jamming it back into my pussy’s depths. My back arched, my blonde hair sweeping behind me as I trembled on the table. My cunt embraced her cock burying back into me, filling me to the hilt and sending pleasure through me.

Whimpers escaped my mouth, her girth plunging over and over into me, stirring me up. My eyes fluttered, such delicious rapture spilling through me. She groaned and gasped, pounding me so hard, her mouth sucking at my neck, nibbling, biting. She moaned her pleasure, enjoying my pussy.

“Dr. Rita is dedicated to her patients,” I gasped. “She loves treating them. I can feel it in every thrust of her applicator. Mmm, yes, she stirs my sex up. She’s bringing me closer and closer to my climax.”

“Yes,” Hosannah groaned, her fingers digging into her jeans’ crotch, a wet spot staining the denim. But she kept the camera steady as she masturbated, recording my first time with a futa.

A shiver ran through me, another orgasm swelling fast in my pussy. The excitement burned so hot through me. This was truly happening. I was taking her dick to the hilt. I wished to have my own so badly, shivering, groaning.

My phone vibrated.

Dr. Rita sucked at my neck, her lips so hot. I knew I’d find a hickey. I loved it. My blonde hair swept about my shoulders as I shuddered, my hips bucking into her thrusts. Her girl-dick plunged so deep into me.

I gasped, my eyes rolling back into my head. My pussy tightened on her dick as she thrust harder. The friction burned so hot, our flesh slapping together. My clit drank in every smacking impact of her crotch. I trembled, standing on the edge of my orgasm.

I leaped into it.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I howled. “Her treatment… Her treatment’s so successful! She’s made me…” I bit back cum. “Climax!”

My pussy spasmed about her hammering dick, ripping about the big girl-shaft. She moaned into my neck, sucking harder. She rammed her futa-cock to the limits of my pussy. Her teeth nipped my neck.

Hot girl-cum filled my pussy.

“Yes, she’s firing her special medicine into my depths. Ooh, yes, that’s invigorating!” My eyes widened. Through my orgasm, I felt energy wash through me. Heat. Little aches, the tiredness about my eyes, muscles soar from playing squash with a lover yesterday, all vanished. Her cum healed me. “This is amazing!”

Her cum pumped over and over into me. It filled me, sloshing around her cock still plunging into my convulsing snatch. I gasped, another orgasm bursting hot inside of me. My body heaved and thrashed beneath her.

I fought against screaming out profanities as my orgasm peaked through me.

“That is the hottest thing I’ve ever filmed,” Hosannah moaned, her body trembling, pleasure crossing her face, joining me. “This will go viral, Becca.”

“Viral,” I whimpered, my pussy spasming a final time on the big girl-dick.

And then the futa-dick grew smaller inside of me. I gasped, looking down between our bodies. She pulled away. Her black shaft emerged, glistening in my cream, as it shrank. It dwindled, retreating the folds of her pussy, becoming a little clit.

“Sunrise,” Dr. Rita panted. “I have to wait until sunset to get it back.”

“Thank god it’s winter,” Pattie moaned, lifting her head from the patient’s pussy, cream smeared on her lips. “Summer’s going to blow big time.”

I stumbled out of the hospital room several minutes later, my body buzzing, my clothing disarrayed. I struggled to fix it, brushing my phone in my pocket. I walked in a daze out of the hospital, trying to process what had just happened. I had the hottest sex in my life with a woman who had a dick.

And Hosannah filmed it.

“I can’t wait to cut this together,” Hosannah groaned. “It’ll have to air tonight. Or maybe with the morning news tomorrow. I think it’s a great piece for the morning news. Luka’s going to love it.”

“Yeah,” I said. My producer, Luka, would love it.

“We just need to record the intros and outros. Have you do it out front of the hospital now that the sun’s coming up. Get some good lighting.”

I just nodded my head.

A few minutes later, we were out in the cold. I ignored it, not wearing a heavy coat, my breath frosting before me, my cheeks pinked by the bite in the air. I stared into the camera, gathering myself as I rose out of my orgasm.

“This is Becca Brittany at St. Claire Hospital where some claim miracles are being performed.” I paused. “Naughty miracles. Inside, Dr. Rita says she can heal her patients with nothing more than her magical semen.” I paused. “Yes, that’s right. A woman who has semen. And Channel 5 News has gotten an exclusive interview with her coming up next.”

Hosannah nodded. “Let’s get the outro.”

“Some may call Dr. Rita a fraud, but this reporter experienced first hand the power of her futa-semen. It’s invigorating. Real miracles are happening here in Lakewood, and they are wicked.”

“Perfect,” Hosannah said. “Let’s get this cut up.”

I nodded, yawning again. It was too early. I headed for the passenger door of our news van while Hosannah went into the back to edit the story together. She was a natural at it. I sank down into the passenger seat, starting the engine to get the heater running and pulled out my phone.

I had three missed messages, all from the same person. I opened the first and blinked as blue snowflakes swirled down the screen before the message, written in icy font, appeared. I furrowed my brow, wondering how they did that.

You are just the naughty woman I’m looking for, Becca Brittney. Your wish melted my pussy.

So don’t you worry your hot, naughty cunt. I will make it happen. I will make sure your daughter can fluff you while you’re reporting the news. You can have all the naughty fun you want while the sexy camerawoman rolls. I guarantee you’ll love it. Expect me real soon. I’m going to fuck you so hard.

Oooh, you’re such an exhibitionist slut! I love it.

B

Esq. of Winter

“What the fuck?” I blinked. Did Hosannah send me the text? She knew how to do all that technology crap.

I opened the next one.

You really shouldn’t ignore your phone, Becca Brittney. I am so eager for this. I’m hard and aching. Check your messages. You don’t want to miss out on this opportunity!

“Opportunity?” I asked, arching an eyebrow. I glanced over my shoulder, Hosannah working on the computer built into the news van’s control console. What was she up to?

I get that you’re a horny bitch and the summer slut’s patron has a big dick, but don’t ignore me! I hate that! Maybe I should give this to someone else! Someone who will appreciate becoming a futanari!

“Real funny, Hosannah,” I said, leaning back into my chair.

“Huh?” the Jewish woman asked. Then she grinned, staring at her screen. “Oh, that his hot, look at that barely legal slut sucking on her mom’s dick. I am making a copy for myself.”

I sighed, too tired from waking up early and cumming so hard with Pattie and Dr. Rita to care about Hosannah’s prank. I leaned my head back against my seat and closed my eyes. The warm air from the heater caressed me, wrapping about my face and carrying me off into…

Cold.

The seat no longer felt like half-way comfortable upholstery but like…ice. Smooth, slick, and cold ice. And yet…it didn’t make me cold. I felt hot. I opened my eyes and gasped. The van had become all ice, every surface made out of the clear substance.

I grabbed the door handle, squeaking in fright. I threw it open, almost falling out of it. My bare feet slapped on rough ice, with the same craggy texture of asphalt but still slick at the same time. I shuddered, my big tits heaving before me.

I was naked. And the world has become winter. Not a chilly morning, but frigid. Arctic. I spun around, the parking lot of St. Claire Hospital entirely covered in frost, the hospital rearing above me like a sculptures made out of frozen water, carved to perfection. Trees, denuded of leaves, shone in the soft sunlight, twinkling as it refracted the light.

“What is going on!” I gasped. “Hosannah! Everything’s ice.” I shoved my head back into the van, peering into the back.

Empty.

“I only brought you,” a voice purred behind me.

I whirled and found the only color to exist in this new world: purple hair. It spilled about the shoulders of the equally nude woman, falling in violet curls about a lush and mature face, hungry, a predator on the prowl for her next meal. My gaze swept down her body, tits as big as mine, hips curving.

And a cock.

A big, throbbing futa-cock.

Something buzzed, drawing my eyes upward again. Gossamer, delicate wings thrust up above her shoulders, fluttering as she approached me. I licked my lips in realization. My entire body convulsed as it all clicked into place and—

I met her silvery gaze.

Her ancient eyes swallowed me. They were immense, towering over me, the entire universe spread out before me in her eyes while I was just a little speck. Something so insignificant in the scheme of everything, a little grain of dust blowing amid the vastness of eternity.

“Y-you’re her,” I croaked, breaking my gaze from her eyes, staring at her tits instead. They jiggled as she stopped before me. “You gave Dr. Rita her futa-cock.”

“No, that’s the summer slut,” purred the futa-fairy. “I’m B. You got my text messages. Normally, people read their messages right away. They don’t ignore them.”

“Sorry,” I swallowed. “I was just…being professional.”

She arched a violet eyebrow. “Fucking a futa while your camerawoman records is professional?”

I flushed. “I guess not.”

“Oh, it will be.” She moved closer, her futa-dick bobbing just an inch or two from my stomach, so big and thick, as ivory as her skin. “Once we make our deal and you become my patron. I’ll grant your wish, make you into a futa, and you can have all the naughty fun you want. All I need is a favor.”

“Favor?” I asked, my heart thudding in my chest, my pussy molten.

“Just a promise. An IOU. One day, I might call on you, ask you to do something. That’s all.”

I shivered. “That sounds like a bad contract. If I don’t know what I’m signing. Maybe I should get my agent.”

“This offer has a time limit,” she purred, grabbing her dick. She moved closer, rubbing the throbbing tip of her girl-dick into my stomach. She dragged it in a swirling pattern, leaving a streak of precum. “It expires the moment you wake up.” She moved her cock lower, sliding into my blonde bush. “Get a futa-cock, have all your naughty fun, and owe me something. It won’t hurt you. Or anyone you know.”

I sucked in a deep breath, her dick reaching the folds of my pussy, pressing against my clit. Pleasure surged through me. “I don’t know. I made a bad deal once. It kept me from being an anchor. I’m sick of doing these fluff pieces.”

“Mmm, fluff,” purred B. Her futa-cock moved lower, pressing at the entrance of my pussy.

I wanted her in me so badly.

“You can have that sexy daughter of yours fluffing your clit-dick.” She licked her lips. “Have that lovely thing bobbing her mouth on your new shaft while you give your news report, everyone oblivious to her sucking that magnificent girl-cock.”

I shuddered, my pussy aching to engulf her dick.

“Just unite your body with mine.” Her naked tits rubbed into mine, our nipples kissing, sending pleasure shooting down to my shaft. “Just slide that hot cunt down my dick. Impale yourself, and you shall have your wish come true. Your daughter will fluff your clit-dick. You’ll cum down her pretty throat. You’ll fuck her hot pussy. You’ll have so much fun with your cock. And Hosannah will immortalize it all.”

I bit my lip. This wasn’t smart. Agreeing to something without knowing details. Scammers did stuff like this. But…

“Well?”

“Fuck it,” I groaned and then I pushed myself down her dick.

I whimpered, the futa-fairy’s dick filling my pussy. Her wings buzzed behind her as she groaned. She pressed me against the icy side of the van, her cock buried to the hilt in me. I hugged her, grabbing her ass, not caring about the favor.

Not when I could have my own cock as magnificent as hers.

Her lips found mine, claiming them as she rammed her futa-dick in and out of me. I shivered, feeling her ass flex beneath my hands as my second girl-cock ever stirred my pussy to a hot froth. My back rubbed into the icy coldness of the van, drinking it in, feeling it as burning warmth. My body shivered, my pussy clenching on the dick plunging into me.

She pounded me hard, fucked me like a dirty whore. I felt like one, selling myself to her to gain my heart’s desires. I groaned, my tongue dueling with hers, my body matching her thrusts, my hips rolling. Our flesh sucked together.

Over and over, she plunged into me.

“Damn,” groaned B, breaking our kiss. “The summer slut is going to hate you. Ooh, yes, yes. So much power. This is it!”

“What is?” I gasped, sensing a story.

She just grinned at me, plunging that hard cock into my pussy. And questions didn’t matter. Not with that huge shaft filling me to the hilt. My flesh quivered about her, my clit aching, throbbing, yearning to sprout into a massive shaft.

I nibbled at her chin, kissing down to her neck. Our breasts pressed tight, nipples sliding past each other as our bodies heaved. Juices flooded down my thighs as she stirred my cunt to a hot froth, whipping me into cream.

“Fuck!” I groaned, my pussy tightening on her dick.

“That’s it, just explode on my dick,” she groaned into my ear. “Just cum. Let’s make our pact complete.”

My fingers dug into her asscheeks, pulling hard on her as she rammed into my snatch. “Yes! I want that! Make me into a futa!”

“What a naughty reporter you’ll be. Everyone will watch you fucking and getting your cock sucked. You’ll be famous! The futa-reporter!”

She rammed her futa-dick into my pussy. I gasped, my head growing dizzy. Then pleasure exploded through me. My snatch convulsed hard on her huge shaft. She groaned, drawing back her cock through my spasming flesh. My cunt sucked at her shaft, eager for her cum.

“Spill in me!” I gasped. “Let’s complete our pact!”

“Yes,” she snarled, ramming her dick into the depths of my pussy. “Take it! Enjoy!”

Magic and girl-cum spurted into me. I shivered, my pussy milking her dick, feeling her cum splatter into me. The pleasure swirled through me. My head leaned back, my hair sweeping across my back. I drank in her pleasure, loving the feel of her cum spurting over and over into my hot depths, the power surging into my clit.

It sprouted.

I gasped, my bud growing into her stomach. The sensitive tip slid up it, growing bigger and bigger. I squirmed, loving the feel of it swelling to its full size, the same huge girth of Dr. Rita or the futa-fairy’s massive shaft.

“Oh, god, yes!” I gasped. “Thank you.”

“Mmm, yes, you will thank me,” groaned the futa-fairy. “You’ll do anything to keep this gift.”

“Anything!” I whimpered, wondering about this favor. What did I owe her and—

Someone sucked on my cock. I gasped, trembling. How was that possible? Our stomaches trapped my new girl-dick between them. No one could reach it, and yet I felt a warm mouth fluffing it, sending pleasure through my body.

“Enjoy,” the futa-fairy whispered as the world grew darker around me.

The mouth sucked harder and harder on my dick. My head swam. The darkness swallowed the futa-fairy had then…

My eyes opened. I stared at the dashboard of the news van. It wasn’t made of ice and…

Blonde hair spilled across my lap. My new dick twitched and spasmed in the mouth of whoever sucked my girl-cock. My pussy clenched, my ovaries boiling. Like a virgin boy using his dick for the first time, I came so fast.

I gasped, my orgasm exploding through me. Hot cum spurted out of my dick, straight into her…

“Jenna!”

I gripped my daughter’s blonde curls as she sucked down my incestuous futa-cum. Ecstasy shot into my mind. I gasped and groaned, my mind dizzy as my daughter sucked down every blast of cum I fired into her hungry mouth.

“Oh, Jenna, yes!” I howled, savoring my new futa-dick. “Drink all of my cum!”

To be continued…

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What starts as play gets serious, and quickly!

Author’s Note: This is obviously not a true story, but I WILL share several tales which are in fact, 100% true, but these are just a few things that come out my mind from time to time, and I have fun writing them in between being Mommy or wife! Enjoy!

Saturday evening was delightful, the club was jumping, and there lots and lots of pretty people around to enjoy. A tall brunette was giving me the eye, and the way she was looking at me told me we were on the same wavelength. She finally walked up to me and spoke.

“Can I buy you a drink, pretty lady?”

Silly girl, of COURSE you can!

“I’d love that, and I love Cosmos. My name’s Elizabeth, and you are?”

She smiled and it was the kind of smile I liked.

“I’m Kendra, and I’m impressed, you’re very beautiful.”

“Didn’t your mother ever tell you that flattery will get you everywhere, Kendra, especially with girls like me?” I quipped and she giggled.

“Well, I certainly HOPE so, I’ll keep it up.”

She didn’t need to, she was stunning, about five foot ten, with an athletic body, and that gracefulness that being an athlete gives you. The tone of her legs was a good bet that she’d played volleyball or soccer. Her ass was to die for, and her gorgeous breasts were at least a solid C cup if not D’s, her blouse was a bit on the loose side so I couldn’t be certain. I was, however certain that a closer inspection would be in the immediate future so I’d know for sure. Her blue eyes sparkled, and she had a simply lovely smile, and she was focusing it all on me, which I liked.

Yes, I like girls, and yes, I like boys, but it’s not a big deal, I tend to like who I like and let the chips fall where they may. I was off work as of an hour ago, and I needed some fun. Kendra looked pretty promising, and no one was going to stop me from having a good time. A co-worker gave me the rolled eyes as I chatted with Kendra, but I just ignored him, I’m on my own time here.

We talk, we sip our Cosmos, and she asks if I want to dance and we hit the floor. She’s got some great moves, and her ass is indeed, incredible. We touch a bit as we dance and after a few songs they slow it down. She holds me close the way I like to be held, and our lips finally meet. It’s a sweet, sort of shy kiss, but it leads to others and our tongues get involved after a few moments.

She pulls back for a second and looks me in the eyes.

“Do you want to fins some place a bit…quieter?”

“Yes, I’d like that very much, your place or mine?”

“My hotel room is only two blocks away?’

“That will do fine!”

I grab her hand and tell her to lead the way.

Her hotel is indeed just a few blocks away and as we enter the elevator, we start kissing passionately. She can kiss like few others I’ve been with, and I love it, so I show my appreciation for her skills by softly caressing her ass, and it’s every bit as toned as I’d hoped it was! Her hands find my butt and her strong fingers show their softness by stroking me very gently as our tongues heat up the kissing even further. The chime sounds and we’re at the right floor and we fairly sprint, hand in hand to her room which is only a few doors away.

We tumble into the room, and it seems that removing our clothes happens pretty quickly, but I carefully turn away as I remove a special item of clothing and slip it into my purse, but the rest of them fall away quickly and we’re both naked except for a very tiny thong on my part and her thigh highs, which I notice have a lovely lacework top, and I know that my sort of fetish for them will be treated tonight. She looks at me and shakes her head.

“Lose the thong, it’s covering up the view!” she says with a giggle, and I slowly slide it off and keep the reveal of my smooth pussy as long as I can. I have no desire to have her remove the thigh-highs, so I say nothing, but we close together and begin our kissing again, but we slowly slide over to the king size bed and and fall onto it, together, exploring each other as we go.

I decide to let her take the lead, so when she moves down, giving my neck tiny kisses as she descends to my breasts, I breathe deeply and get ready for a night of incredible pleasure and passion.

Her mouth is…a joy as she sucks and licks my nipples, and her fingers gently caress my pussy lips as I get wetter and wetter. I run my fingers through her long dark hair and softly massage her shoulders. She moves down from my breasts and deliberately kisses her way down and I spread my legs for her as she sweetly nuzzles me before slowly slipping her tongue deeply into me. I let out a squeak as she tastes me and despite her tongue and mouth being busy, I hear her giggle softly at my outburst. It only encourages her as she licks me as deeply as she can with slow intense strokes and I love that kind of attention! She’s letting out small sounds of satisfaction as well as one hand slides up to tweak my nipple and this time I moan. She’s soooo gentle, so sensual, and her skin so soft and warm.

“Such a tasty treat for me, mmmm….you’re so sweet to lick, baby!”

And you’re such a sweet licker!!! This woman is getting me some kind of hot!

She starts concentrating on my clit, and I’m so hot that it’s only a minute before I’m gasping for breath and I come with a low deep moan! Her tongue doesn’t stop, and I know she’s trying to make me come several times, and with each moan, I do! Finally she sucks my clit as hard as she can and holds it in her lips and slowly releases me.

“Ahhhh……that was…um….so…..good.” I splutter out after I regain coherence. She’s just sitting there with a serene smile and a wet face.

“You’re fun, and taste even better when you’re coming. Very, very nice, but those other lips look neglected, let me see what I can do.”

We start kissing again, and while I want to taste her, she doesn’t rush me, she’s into cuddling, which I really enjoy, post orgasm. So we snuggle and kiss for about fifteen minutes, but then I can’t wait, I want her, so I push her onto her back, and start kissing my way down.

They are D’s, but with fine dark nipples, and I suck them as hard as I can. Every vibe is telling me she wants it a little on the rough side, so I bite down softly and her gasp tells me it’s exactly what she wants. Yes! This is how I like to love women! I spend no small amount of time on those beautiful nipples, and I’m so into it that I can feel myself getting wet again!

I kiss my way down and her skin is so soft, but she is so toned and tight, an athlete for sure, and that’s my favorite type! I run my hands all over her hips and ass and slowly stroke her thighs as she spreads her legs for me, but I sit back because I want to use my fingers and hands before I taste her sweetness. The thigh highs excite as they always do, and I lovingly run my fingers across the bands and up and down her legs, and I lift her left leg to caress it softly and then I gently kiss my way from her toes all the way up and plant a soft kiss on her neatly trimmed patch, I lean back and do the same on the other leg, and I’m getting so wet now, but I don’t care if she knows I have a fetish for stockings, I’ve actually come from just caressing myself in them without even touching my pussy, that’s how deep my little thrill runs.

I kiss them, I stroke them, I let my cheek caress the inside of her nylon encased thighs, and I sigh with pleasure and anticipation before I kiss my way up to her waiting pussy and I kiss it sweetly and her lips open up so I drive my tongue in as deeply as I can to taste her sweetness. She spurts a bit of wetness in a mini-orgasm but I do so as well at the same time, god, her pussy is sweeter than honey!

I lick her passionately as my fingers caress her legs through the ebony mesh, and the electric thrill runs from my fingertips to my pussy and another mini-orgasm shivers through me as I suck on her clit and she lets out a small gasp as she quivers as I gently bite down with my lips.

“Harder, baby, harder!” she moans and I use my teeth and she shrieks out “Yes!!” as she gets even wetter, wetter than any girl I’ve ever known! I go to bites and licks and in a few moments she erupts in a massive climax that fairly soaks me, but I don’t care as I keep licking and sucking because I want this sexy woman to come as much as possible! She’s loud in her orgasm, and that just encourages me, but she eventually slumps backwards and I pull away. I look up at her beautiful face and she is lovely with her eyes closed, but a smile of pure bliss on her face.

I gently reach in to kiss her and she opens her eyes.

“I am soooo glad I had the guts to offer you a drink.”

I fall back giggling. “So am I, so am I!!”

We cuddle, talk, kiss, cuddle, discuss each other’s outfits, and I fess up to my stocking fetish and she says if I enjoyed tonight, there’s more where they came from. We keep talking and I wonder if there will be a round two, or if I should ask to to spend the night, because I’m not 100% sure how she feels, but the talk gets sillier and sillier and eventually a pillow pops me and the only thing I can do is retaliate! The pillows don’t fare well, and I feel bad that she’ll get charged, but we’re having fun! Finally a good shot by me knocks her back a bit, but as she goes backwards her hand flips out and knocks her purse off the night stand. It crashes to the ground and spills it’s contents; a wallet, some makeup, a ticket of some sort, a comb, a bottle of perfume, and finally, a 9mm Browning pistol with an engraved stock, sporting a back and silver star. I look up in wonder at her.

“Oh, the gun? A girl can’t be too careful these days because I-“she reacts faster than my punch and she dodges quickly enough that it only glances off of her collarbone instead of taking her in the throat, which would have killed her instantly. She’s on her feet and so am I, but neither of us is close enough to the gun. Mentally I kick myself, SHE was the agent we were looking for in the club! I’d been relieved, and was only looking for a good time, and now my fellow agent was back at the club looking for the assassin I’d just slept with!

“Oh, this is too rich, we’re both in the same business?” she laughs, but there is no humour in it, she will kill me, or I will kill her. I don’t plan on dying tonight.

“There’s a difference, you kill people for fun and profit, I’m trying to save lives!” I shoot back.

“Save your own!” she says with a snarl as her kick glances off of my hip, not a major hit, but I felt it as my chop takes her in the thigh, not enough to take her out, but it scores and she winces as she pulls back. Neither of us is any closer to the gun, but she’s closer to the bed, which is where I want to be. I lash out with a nice shot but it’s only a feint, as my knee is what I’m using and I score another shot on her leg and she jumps back, favoring it a bit, but she throws a mean shot at my face that I duck, and come up with an uppercut to her jaw that should have taken her head off, but she just staggers backwards, and I’m too off balance to follow up! I recover and go for her head, but her duck is perfect and she gets me across the stomach with a glancing shot, but because she’s wearing a ring, it draws blood.

My left rockets out and she catches it on the shoulder and either I’ve broken something or it got her right on the nerves as the arm hangs loosely, but her right comes up and I pull back, but not far enough as she catches the side of my head. I’m staggered now, but I didn’t spend then years in intense training to fall back now, I feint again, and the leg sweep takes her to the floor, I dive in as she hits and the knee takes her breath in a huge whoosh of air, and my fingers clench as I lash into her throat and finish her. I hold for moment and then collapse to the side. The fight took a lot out of me, and I’m sore. I recover as best as I can and make sure of her. She’s dead, mission accomplished, but I rapidly search her purse. The jump drive is there. I can only hope the data we need is on there. I freeze as there’s a knock on the door.

“Room service, Miss Yamiguchi.”

Relief floods through me. It’s my side! I toss on my dress and open the door enough for him to hurry in.

Robert Wellings is on my side and he’s a very capable guy to have around, like when you have a dead body to explain.

“Jesus, Elizabeth! You fuck her to death?” he quips.

“No, we were having fun when her purse got knocked open, she tried to cover with a story, but it was her or me. Here’s the drive. Let’s hope this mess was worth it.”

He popped the drive into his tablet and downloaded all of it, and sent it to HQ so they could make sense of it.

“Why did you follow me?” I ask.

“I got word that we’d ID’d our assassin, tall, knockout, brunette. The target wasn’t due at the club for another hour and half, and I just had a feeling.”

“Do we have backup covering the target?” While I might have messed up a bit here, I’m still his superior.

“Yes, he’s covered and safe, but I don’t know how much of this we can cover up. You can say you came up here with her to talk fashion, but the Chief knows your appetites. He’s not stupid. You got lucky, this time.”

“We’ll, let’s get out of here, send in a squad for clean up and let’s hope for the best.”

“You got it, Elizabeth.”

Are you confused, dear reader? Thought me a flighty libertine who was only looking for fun? I’m not. Let’s just say I work for the government. You don’t need to know which part. The Yamiguchi is a code name, but I’m of Japanese/American descent. Kendra worked for the other side. You don’t need to know exactly who, but the black and silver star is an emblem of theirs. I’m good. Very good, but I got lucky indeed, I thought Kendra was nothing more than a flighty libertine herself, and it almost cost me my life. This mission is over, but there will be a new one as soon as the Chief finishes chewing me out. However, I do like my fun, and Robert and I have, uh, worked well together over the years. maybe I’ll invite him over for dinner and tell you all about it later…..

TTFN,
Elizabeth

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Harry and Hermione return to Malfoy Manor to rescue Luna and Dean.

This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, or have any affiliation with the author.

Chapter 8
‘Say that again,’ said Voldemort dangerously as he sat in the living room of Malfoy Manor.
‘The n-news just came in an hour ago my L-Lord,’ replied Bellatrix shakily, ‘they s-say Potter broke into Gringott’s.’ Voldemort’s nostrils flared in anger as he began to stroke his newly acquired Elder Wand.
‘Whose vault had he broken into?’ asked Voldemort quickly.
‘R-Ron’s my Lord,’ said Bellatrix quietly.
‘Was anything taken?’ asked Voldemort even quicker.
‘Just one item my L-Lord,’ replied Bellatrix who couldn’t bear to look in her Master’s eyes, ‘they say a large cup has gone missing.’ Voldemort gave a terrible scream of rage as his snake-like red eye’s widened in shock. Bellatrix gave a little whimper before quickly fleeing the room as Voldemort placed his hands on top of his head.

The boy knows…….the boy knows…….how could he possibly know about my horcruxes?….. has he destroyed anymore?…… surely I, the greatest wizard of all time would have known, would have felt it if he had?
Voldemort stood up from the chair as these dark thought’s clouded his mind.
‘I need to go and check if the others are safe, I need to be sure,’ said Voldemort to himself before quickly departing the room.

*

The cry of a cockerel filled the air as the first rays of Sun on an early spring morning shone on Shell Cottage. Ginny was sat by her bedroom window, looking out across the front garden in the hope of seeing Harry’s return. He had been gone for over a week and worry was beginning to set in. News had reached them that Harry and Hermione had successfully broken into and escaped from Gringott’s and Ginny had expected them to be back by now. Ginny sighed as she looked back at the bed where only a week ago, she and Harry had slept peacefully together.
Reluctantly, Ginny stood up and went to go back to bed as she gave one last look out of the window. Suddenly, a movement by the gate outside caused Ginny to grip the window ledge tightly and focus her eyes on the disturbance. Ginny watched as two figures slowly made their way up the white, gravel path towards the house. Both of them were wearing backpacks and one of them seemed to be holding a large shiny cup.

‘Bill! Fleur!’ shouted Ginny joyously as she ran from her room, ‘they’re here! They’re back!’ A weary looking Harry and Hermione began to make their way up the path when suddenly the front door burst open. Harry gave a wide smile as Ginny, still dressed in her pyjamas, bounded towards them with a look of pure happiness etched on her face.
‘Thank God your both safe,’ said Ginny in a happy relief as she flung her arms around Harry’s neck and gave him a flurry of kisses. Hermione smiled as she walked to the front door where a smiling Bill and Fleur stood arm-in-arm waiting to greet them.

‘God I’ve missed you,’ said Harry quietly to Ginny as he placed his hands on her curvy bum and lifted her off the ground. Ginny laughed as Harry spun on the spot as he gave her a passionate kiss on the lips. Eventually, Harry placed her back down as the two of them joined Hermione, Bill and Fleur on the doorstep.
‘Good to see you Harry,’ said Bill as he gave Harry an enthusiastic hand-shake, ‘how the devil did you manage to escape?’
‘Bill,’ replied Harry as he and Hermione shared a knowing smile, ‘if I told you me and Hermione escaped by smashing through the main atrium of Gringott’s on an old, blind dragon and then rode it all the way to Scotland would you believe me?’
‘I would say you’re mad,’ answered Bill whose eyes were wide in amazement.
‘Then I’m a mad man,’ replied Harry as all five of them laughed and made their way into the cottage.

*

A few days later, Harry and Hermione found themselves alone at the kitchen table as they began to plan their next course of action.
‘Harry,’ said Hermione gently, ‘I want to go back to Malfoy Manor. Luna and Dean are still there, we have to go and save them.’ Harry gave a slight flinch as he thought back to his experiences of Malfoy Manor.
‘Ok Hermione, but answer me this truthfully. Do you want to go back just to save Luna and Dean or because you want to see Ron?’ asked Harry more sternly then he meant to sound. Hermione shuffled uncomfortably on her seat as Harry stared at her.
‘I want to save Luna and Dean from that awful place….but yes, I need to see Ron,’ replied Hermione truthfully.
‘Why?’ asked Harry as he leaned across the table to take hold of Hermione’s hand.
‘Because I still believe there’s some good in him,’ said Hermione softly, ‘even after all the things he has done, he never hurt Ginny in that place. Even when he had the chance to kill us, he didn’t. If I can just speak to him, try to convince him of the truth, I could save him.’ Harry and Hermione sat in silence for a few moments as Harry looked into Hermione’s resolute eyes. Harry swallowed slightly as he went to reply.
‘Ok Hermione, I’m with you…..we’ll go tonight.’

*

An owl hooted from a tree in the garden of Malfoy Manor as Harry and Hermione appeared out of thin air. Even though it was the dead of night, Harry still insisted on using the invisibility cloak as the two of them squatted slightly to make sure their feet didn’t show.

‘Ok Hermione,’ said Harry as he spied an open window on the ground floor of the house, ‘you go and look for Ron and I’ll find Dean and Luna. Remember, first sign of trouble and we’re out of there understood?’ Hermione nodded determinedly as they made their way to the open window and climbed in. Hermione landed softly like a cat in what looked like the pantry as she quickly stalked off deeper into the house. Harry joined her outside the pantry as he watched her begin to creep up the stairs. Harry spied a narrow staircase leading downwards as he decided to descend the stairs. Just as Harry reached the bottom step, a silver hand swooped around the corner and grabbed him by the throat. Harry gagged as he felt the air being choked out of him as the warm torchlight suddenly revealed his attacker.

‘Wormtail….please let me go,’ pleaded Harry as his eyes began to roll back into his head. For a split second, Harry felt the hand on his throat release as Wormtail looked down on the boy who had once saved his life. Suddenly, Wormtail gave a small yelp as his hand slowly made its way to his own throat.

‘No! Peter!’ Harry cried as he tried to help Wormtail fight against his own hand. Wormtail’s eyes widened in fear as his silver fingers wrapped around his throat and squeezed tightly. Harry tried desperately to prise the fingers away but it was too late. With a final violent shudder, Wormtail’s eyes glazed over and his body went numb. Peter Pettigrew had died for the second time in his life, for the moment of pity he had showed Harry. Harry lowered his head as he respectfully closed Peter’s eyes, before carrying on down the torch bracketed path.
Finally, Harry found Dean and Luna in the furthest prison cell as he released them and embraced them both.
‘Come on, we need to go now!’ said Harry hurriedly as they quickly made their way back out of the dungeon.

*

After meeting no resistance, Hermione peeped through the keyhole of one of the bedroom doors. Hermione eyes widened in shock as she saw Draco fucking what seemed to be Pansy, hard on the bed. Hermione watched his curvy, pale bum rise and fall quickly, his balls slapping into Pansy’s pussy loudly before Hermione turned away in disgust. Hermione crept over to the next door and looked through the keyhole. Hermione gasped slightly as she spotted Ron, sat with his back turned from her by a desk in the corner of the room. Holding her breath, Hermione silently opened the door as she made her way into the room.

‘Ron,’ said Hermione gently as Ron turned round sharply to face her.
‘You!’ replied Ron in shock as he went to grab his wand.
‘No wait….Ron, please. I’m not armed, please….I just want to talk to you,’ begged Hermione as she dropped to her knees and placed her hands high to show she was defenceless. Ron paused for a moment as he contemplated the situation.

‘How did you get in?’ asked Ron simply as he dropped his wand on the desk, ‘shouldn’t you be with your boyfriend Potter?’
‘What are you talking about Ron? I don’t go out with Harry; he’s in love with Ginny. I’ve never gone out with Harry and I never will,’ replied Hermione calmly. Ron sat in silence for a moment before giving a shrug.
‘No matter, you both still tried to kill me that night,’ said Ron darkly.
‘You’re wrong Ron, we tried to save you!’ replied Hermione defiantly.
‘But the Dark Lord said….,’
‘He lied to you Ron,’ said Hermione cutting Ron off, ‘don’t you remember that night? We made love!’ Ron’s eyes widened slightly as he looked into Hermione’s eyes, trying to detect a lie.
‘We did?’ asked Ron quietly.
‘Yes we did Ron, and I’ll tell you now. It was the most beautiful moment of my life. Do you realise that I cried myself to sleep every night for nearly two months thinking you were dead? When we discovered you were alive, it was one of the happiest, yet saddest moments of my life. The things you’ve done Ron…..how could you?’ said Hermione sadly as she began to weep in front of her love.

Ron shifted on his seat uncomfortably as new, familiar looking images flashed across his mind……seeing Hermione naked……. the feeling of cumming deeply inside of her……..Potter turning up afterward……
‘Even if what you say is true,’ said Ron as he rubbed his eyes slightly, ‘Potter still tried to kill me.’
‘No he didn’t Ron, you tried to kill him! Please remember…..you slipped on the wall, you fell over the edge, and Harry tried to pull you up, but you fell before he could reach you.’ Ron gasped slightly as a sharp pain flashed across his forehead. Ron saw himself standing on the battlements at Hogwart’s facing Harry on that long ago night. Ron could feel the hate pouring off him as he aimed a killing spell at Harry but Harry was too quick for him. Ron felt Harry’s stunning spell hit him as he slipped on the wet stone and fell over the edge. Ron saw Harry desperately try to reach for him but to no avail. With a groan, Ron pulled himself back to reality and was shocked to find himself on his knees in front of Hermione.

‘Hermione,’ said Ron gently as he began to reach out a hand to her beautiful face. Suddenly, the bedroom door opened as Harry, Luna and Dean burst into the room.
‘Hermione we’ve gotta go!’ said Harry hastily as he looked down at the scene before him. Hermione wiped her eyes as she quickly took Luna and Dean by the hand and left the room, leaving Harry and Ron alone. Harry looked down with a mixture of disgust and pity at Ron who was sat on his knees looking almost defeated. After a few moments, Harry slowly began to back his way out of the room, never taking his eyes off Ron’s, who didn’t say a word. As soon as Harry left the room, Ron broke down in tears.

‘Right are we all ready,’ said Harry once he joined the others in the living room, ‘hold hands, 3….2…..1….Go!’ He and Hermione began to turn on the spot as after a few moments, they arrived in the safety of Shell Cottage’s garden.
‘We made it,’ said Harry happily as the four of them shared a hug.

*

After sleeping for the rest of the night, Luna awoke the next morning in a warm, cosy bedroom. She quickly showered and made her way down the stairs, where Bill, Fleur and Hermione were already sat at breakfast.

‘Luna,’ said Hermione with a smile as she buttered some toast, ‘how are you?’
‘I’m fine,’ replied Luna dreamily as she poured some orange juice into a cereal bowl and downed it messily in one; much to Fleur’s and Bill’s amusement, ‘by the way, did you check that butter for sharnquills?’ asked Luna concernedly to Hermione.
‘What are Sharnquills?’ asked Hermione amusedly as Bill and Fleur laughed.
‘They’re little pixies that live in butter,’ replied Luna distantly as she began to stir her coffee with a fork, ‘sometimes if you annoy them, they like to burn your toast.’
‘Sounds like her Dad couldn’t make toast then,’ said Hermione quietly to Bill and Fleur as the three of them giggled.
‘O I have missed you Luna,’ said Hermione fondly as she gave Luna a smile.
‘I’ve missed you all too,’ replied Luna as she smiled back, ‘I knew my friends would come and save me. Actually, I think I’ll go and thank Harry now,’ said Luna as she drifted off back up the stairs. Finally, Luna reached Harry’s room as she turned the doorknob and walked in.

‘Harry, I’ve come to say thank…O,’ said Luna suddenly as she looked upon the scene before her. Harry and Ginny were laid on top of the bed naked, with Ginny straddled across Harry’s hips. The two of them were covered in a light sweat and Harry’s cock was balls deep in Ginny’s pussy as the two of them looked upon their intruder.
‘Ooo your having sex, how lovely,’ said Luna excitedly, ‘wish I could join you, well, I’ll talk to you later Harry,’ said Luna as Harry and Ginny shared a little look.

‘Wait Luna,’ called Ginny as Luna stopped by the doorway, ‘why don’t you join us?’ she asked as she patted the bed.
‘Really? Wonderful,’ replied Luna with a wide smile as she shut the door and jumped over onto the bed. The three of them giggled for a moment as they sat on their knees in a little circle facing each other. Their giggles suddenly came to an awkward silence as the three of them sat kneeling on the bed, looking at each other. Ginny stared intensely at Luna’s small lips, wondering what they would taste like. Slowly, Ginny placed her hand on Luna’s pale cheek as she brought her lips to hers in a soft kiss. Ginny felt electricity flow through her body as they continued to kiss with more passion as Harry watched them from the side. As Ginny allowed her tongue to enter Luna’s mouth, she took her hands to the zip on the side of Luna’s dress as she undid it with a satisfying sound.

‘Oooo,’ moaned Luna softly as with difficulty she wriggled out of her dress as her and Ginny’s kissing became faster. In a fit of passion, Ginny tore away Luna’s thin panties so now all three of them were naked on the bed.
‘That’s nice girls,’ said Harry softly as he placed his hands on both of the girl’s perky bums, enjoying the spectacle they were giving him. Harry gave both of their bum’s a quick squeeze and a light slap as he looked down at their pussies. Ginny’s as ever had a narrow, light red strip of hair while Luna’s had been recently shaved bald. Harry licked his lips slightly as he took his fingers to both their pussies and began to rub there small, smooth pussy lips.

‘Ahhh Harry,’ moaned Ginny as she began sucking on Luna’s neck. Suddenly, Harry felt Luna and Ginny take hold of his cock in a tight grip as they began to jack him off slowly.
‘Yeah that’s nice,’ moaned Harry as the three of them began to masturbate each other. With a quick glide of his fingers, Harry slipped a finger into each of the girl’s pussies, causing them both to moan lightly. Harry could feel his finger go in as far as it could into Ginny pussy as she was already moist from there earlier fucking. Harry was having more difficulty with Luna however so he began to rub her clit in a circular motion with his thumb.

‘Oooo nice Harry,’ moaned Luna who had began to lick and suck on Ginny’s perfectly round tits. Harry smiled as he felt Luna and Ginny’s hands bump into each other on his cock as they tried to pleasure him. Soon enough however, the two girls picked up a pleasurable rhythm along his cock as Harry slipped in another finger into each of the girl’s pussies. Suddenly, the two girls stopped kissing each other and turned to Harry with a look of pure lust. As Harry continued to finger the two girls, they shuffled closer to Harry and began suckling and nibbling on either side of his neck.

‘Ahhhhh,’ sighed Harry in pleasure as his eyes flickered slightly. The sound of slurping and sucking filled the air for a while as Harry felt Ginny’s and Luna’s tongues licking his neck. Harry felt the two girls’ begin to rub his cock quicker as their kissing lowered to Harry’s body. Ginny gave Luna a smile as they started to lick and circle both of Harry’s hairless nipples. Harry’s nipples soon hardened at the feel of Ginny’s and Luna’s wet tongues as they had their fun with Harry’s body.

‘You’re so lucky Ginny,’ said Luna a little jealously, ‘look at his body! You get to play with this whenever you want.’ Both Ginny and Harry laughed as Luna began to lustfully rub and kiss Harry’s toned tummy.
‘I know,’ giggled Ginny in agreement as while kissing Harry’s chest, she began to squeeze and slap his bum with her spare hand. Still laughing, all three of them fell back onto the bed, Harry sandwiched in between the two girls. All of them then turned and lay on the left side of their bodies, so that Harry was behind Luna and Ginny was behind Harry. Feeling his pulse quicken slightly, Harry gently lifted up Luna’s slender, right leg so that her beautiful pussy became more exposed. Harry then felt Ginny reach around and take a firm hold of his cock as she guided it towards Luna’s pussy.

‘Ahhhhh yeah,’ moaned Luna and Harry as a few inches of Harry’s cock plunged into Luna’s pussy. Harry let his cock settle in her pussy for a while, feeling her wet pussy walls begin to expand slightly to accommodate his large, 7 inch cock. With his other hand, Harry took hold of Luna’s perky B-sized tit and began to fondle and squeeze it as he began to buck his hips into Luna’s pussy.
‘Ooooo Harry,’ moaned Luna gently as she felt more and more of Harry’s cock enter her. Harry felt Ginny move in closer to him, so that Harry was tightly squeezed in between the two beautiful girls’. Ginny brought her lips to Harry’s right ear as she gave it an affectionate nibble and suck.

‘Fuck her hard Harry,’ he heard Ginny whisper, ‘fuck her like you fuck me.’ Harry gave an excitable moan as he then felt Ginny begin to gently squeeze and pull on his balls while her other hand quickly began to rub all over Harry’s torso. Harry quickly began to pick up the pace of his fucking as he held tightly onto Luna’s supple breast, loving the sound of his groin smacking into Luna’s pussy.
‘Ahhhhh…….ahhhhh…….ahhhh,’ Harry moaned as he felt himself suddenly go balls deep into Luna’s tight vagina.
‘More Harry……more,’ Harry heard Luna beg as she reached a hand around her back and placed it on Harry’s bum. Harry gave Luna’s pale ass a quick slap as he placed his hands around her hips and began to thrust his hips quickly into Luna. Harry could feel a warm wetness envelop his cock in Luna’s pussy as she went through an orgasm. The added lubrication aided Harry as he felt his long cock slide in balls deep easily.

Feeling a little left out, Ginny gave Harry’s now hard ball sack an extra hard squeeze, causing Harry to turn his head to her with a smile. They shared a dirty, lust filled kiss, their tongues, wrestling each other in their mouths as Harry began to slow the rate of his fucking.
‘My turn,’ said Ginny cheekily as Harry turned onto his back and felt Ginny mount him. She turned around so that her back was too Harry and bent her body with great flexibility onto Harry’s legs so that her ass was spread nicely. Luna held Harry’s dick high as Ginny lifted her hips so that her pussy entrance was directly over Harry’s cock. Teasingly, she lowered her hips so that her wet pussy rubbed gently all over the tip of Harry’s bulbous head. Harry gave a low moan at this as Ginny continued to tease him. Suddenly, Ginny brought her bum down hard, so that she impaled herself fully on Harry’s cock.

‘Ahhh fuck,’ groaned Harry as he watched Ginny’s ass rise and fall quickly over his long, hard cock. Not wanting to miss the fun, Luna brought her small tits to Harry’s mouth, which he began to devour ravenously. Luna gave a high moan as she felt Harry’s tongue circle around her areola and then bite and suck lightly on her nipple. Harry opened his mouth wider so that more of Luna’s breast entered his mouth which he sucked on quickly. Harry placed his hands on Ginny’s bum and helped her rise it and lower it quicker, so that her ass smacked hard and fast into Harry’s groin.

‘Ahhh yeah Harry…..ooooooo,’ moaned Ginny into Harry’s legs as she felt a warm tingling overcome her body. Suddenly, a gush of liquid coated Harry’s dick inside Ginny’s young, warm, tight pussy which began to leak out onto Harry’s hard ball sack. Once Harry had had his fill of sucking and playing with Luna’s breasts, she crawled over to Ginny and spread her legs wide, so her small, tight pussy was barely a few inches away from Ginny’s lips. In her massively turned on state, Ginny began to lap at Luna’s small pussy lips with her wet, warm tongue, causing Luna to moan out even more. Harry, who could hear, but not see what the girl’s were doing, picked up the pace of his fucking, so that his hips were moving like a blur into Ginny. Harry loved the feel of the constricting tightness his cock felt in Ginny’s pussy as all three of them moaned loudly.

Ginny by now had spread Luna’s small pussy lips aside and began to suck quickly on her clit.
‘Oooooo lovely Ginny,’ moaned Luna as she began to finger herself quickly with three fingers as Ginny continued to suck and slurp on her clit. The three of them continued in this for a few more minutes as the sounds of slapping, sucking and moaning filled the air.

‘Ginny,’ called Harry lustfully suddenly as reluctantly Ginny removed Harry’s cock from within her and turned to face him. Harry sat up against the bed rest as he beckoned Ginny over. Ginny straddled Harry’s chest so that her perfectly round, rosy nippled, C sized breasts were directly in line with Harry’s face.
‘God I love these,’ Harry groaned lustfully as he took large handfuls of Ginny’s breasts in his hands and began to play with them. Seeing Harry’s cock free, Luna sat directly behind Ginny, wrapping her arms around her toned, pale tummy so that all three of them were close together. In one swift motion, Luna lowered herself onto Harry’s cock and began to grind and buck her hips in a circular motion. Harry moaned in ecstasy at this feeling as he began to shake Ginny’s boobs, watching her supple mounds ripple seductively. Ginny moaned lightly as she felt Harry began to lick her erect nipples lustfully, loving the sight of rosy red areolas and nipple begin to glisten due to his warm saliva. Harry placed his face directly in the middle of Ginny’s breasts and began to shake them and slap them against his cheeks, causing Ginny to laugh in ecstasy.

‘Mmmmmm Harry,’ she moaned as she felt her right breast suddenly be devoured by Harry’s mouth once more. Ginny then gave another moan of pleasure when she felt Luna’s hands slowly snake their way down to her pussy where she began to rub her sensitive clit.
‘Ooo Luna,’ Ginny moaned as she turned her head to Luna and began to passionately kiss her on her lips. Suddenly, as Luna gave an extra hard thrust against Harry’s cock, Harry gave out a loud groan, announcing to the two girl’s he was reaching his climax.

‘Ahhh…I hope our ready for a big load,’ moaned Harry as both Ginny and Luna gave an eager nod. Luna quickened her thusting until suddenly Harry eased both girls’ off him, so that they lay sprawled on their backs on the bed as Harry stood over the two of them, rubbing his cock furiously.
‘Ahhhhhh…..ahhhhhh…..here I cum!’ moaned Harry as he looked down lustfully at the beautiful sight of the two naked girls’, who were eyeing his throbbing cock eagerly. Suddenly, an electric feeling surged around Harry’s body as a torrent of cum flowed and gushed out of his cock. Flecks of his young, white cum landed all over the bed and the girl’s, splattering them in his hot seed.

‘Mmmm Harry,’ they both moaned, as they felt Harry’s hot cum land all over their bodies. A final spray of Harry’s cum landed on Ginny’s mouth, as Harry watched her excitedly eat it. Finally, feeling slightly weak kneed from the pleasure, Harry collapsed onto the bed once his strong orgasm subsided and watched the girl’s giggle and laugh as they shared his cum. Loving the sight of the gorgeous girl’s eating his seed, Harry sat against the bed-rest and slowly rubbed his wet, softening cock, so that a few drops of cum oozed out.

‘Here,’ said Ginny, as she wiped her tummy clean of Harry’s cum and brought it to Luna’s lips, ‘I’ve already had some of Harry’ cum this morning before you arrived,’ she said with a devilish wink to Harry, ‘you have it.’
‘Thank’s Ginny!’ exclaimed Luna as she extended her tongue and took a long lick, wiping the cum from Ginny’s hand, ‘mmmmmm lovely.’ Harry laughed at this as he watched Luna find the rest of his seed on the bed, as well as her own and Ginny’s body and devour that gratefully as well. Once all of Harry’s cum had been eaten by Luna, the two girl’s crawled over into Harry’s arms and lay there for a while.
‘What a good start to the morning,’ said Harry as he kissed the girls on the top of their heads. They both laughed at his joke as finally, there breathing returned to normal.

‘Well,’ said Luna dreamily, ‘I must be off now, thanks to you both; that was splendid.’
‘No worries,’ smirked Harry as he watched Luna begin to redress. Harry took one last look at her small but perky breasts until they finally became hidden by her dress.
‘See you both soon!’ said Luna as she skipped out of the room, leaving a very satisfied, naked Harry and Ginny alone in their room.

*

Voldemort lifted up the dusty floorboards and delicately took hold of the shiny gold box he had not seen in decades. Carefully, he prised it apart with his skeletal fingers.
‘NOOOOOOOOOO!’ screamed Voldemort as he looked down at the empty box. Magic built up around Voldemort’s hands as he let out a torrent of energy, blasting the decaying roof off the old Gaunt House.

*

‘That was great,’ said Harry to Ginny a few minutes after Luna left as he lay, hands behind his head, on the bed.
‘Mmm, that was lovely,’ purred Ginny who was snuggled on her side facing Harry.
‘Erm, ready for some more?’ said Harry cheekily with a glance down at his glistening, hardening cock.
‘Harry!’ giggled Ginny as she gave his chest a light slap, ‘you’ve already cummed twice this morning!’
‘Well, I haven’t seen you for a week, I’ve got a lot of loving to make up,’ said Harry in between kissing Ginny on the lips.
‘Mmmm I bet you do,’ said Ginny with a smile as Harry sat up on to the edge of the bed.
‘I do, I do,’ said Harry as he looked at Ginny, ‘now how about you come and bend over my knee so I can give your ass a spank?’ finished Harry with a smile.
‘Harry Potter,’ laughed Ginny in mock defiance as she crawled over to the edge of the bed and leant over Harry’s knee, ‘you are a very naughty boy.’

‘You bet I am,’ said Harry softly as he looked down at Ginny’s juicy ass. Harry could feel Ginny’s tummy pushing down against his hard cock as he took hold of each of Ginny’s ass cheeks. Harry let out a shaky breath of air as he felt a lustful excitement build up in him as he began to massage Ginny’s bum with his hands. Harry let his fingers dig in hard into her curvy bum, loving the feel of her soft, supple flesh under his fingertips. With another shaky breath, Harry raised his hand and brought it down firmly on Ginny’s right cheek.
‘Oooo,’ moaned Ginny as the she felt the nice stinging sensation on her bum. Spurred on by Ginny’s moan, Harry brought another hard slap onto her left cheek, as he watched her sweet, pale flesh ripple from his slap.

‘Ahhh, harder Harry, harder,’ groaned Ginny lustfully as she loved the feel of Harry’s hands spanking her cheeks. Harry gave a grunt as he let a flurry of firm smacks on to Ginny’s ass, feeling a sense of tender domination over his love. Harry watched as Ginny’s usual pale cheeks took on a red glow as he continued to spank her ass. Suddenly, Harry raised both hands and brought them down on each of Ginny’s globular cheeks with a loud slapping sound, as he kept his hands firmly on her cheeks. Ginny gave an extra hard moan at this as Harry spread her ass wide so he got a good view of her cute bum hole and pussy.

‘God you’re beautiful,’ moaned Harry softly as Ginny responded with a little groan of pleasure. Harry kept Ginny’s right cheek spread wide as he brought his finger to the edge of Ginny’s bum hole. Harry began to circle, the tight, pale ring as Ginny began to buck her hips naturally on Harry’s lap, causing her tummy to rub against Harry’s hard, moist cock. Harry continued to rim Ginny ass for a few more minutes, loving the feel of its tightness in comparison to her smooth pussy. Finally, Harry took Ginny around her flat tummy and helped her to her knees on the floor as Harry stared into her eyes lustfully. Without even needing to be told, Ginny quickly took hold of Harry’s stiff cock and began to suck on it long and hard as Harry groaned loudly.

‘Ooo I’m close Ginny, keep going,’ moaned Harry as Ginny’s well practiced mouth began to glide along Harry’s cock easily. Harry could feel a fire burning around his body as he felt himself more turned on then he’d ever been.
‘Yeah Ginny….yeah Ginny….ahh Gin,’ groaned Harry in a higher pitched voice as Ginny sucked and jacked his cock off even quicker. Harry could feel Ginny’s probing tongue lubricate his dick fully as she began to pull and fondle his tight ball sack. Harry placed his fingers in Ginny’s mass of curly red hair, loving the feel of its softness as he began to thrust his hips gently into Ginny’s mouth. Suddenly, Harry’s eyes shot wide open as he felt a powerful feeling of pleasure overcome his body.

‘Ooo Gin……ahhhh…….ahhh God,’ moaned Harry as in the height of his ecstasy he lost control of his body, letting the waves of pleasure overcome him. Ginny felt Harry’s thick cum hit the back of her throat as she swallowed it gratefully as she continued to suck on the tip of Harry’s cock.

‘Ahhhhhhhh………..ahhhh Gin,’ groaned Harry even more as spurt after spurt of his cum exploded into Ginny’s mouth. Ginny felt Harry’s body suddenly go limp as his orgasm eventually subsided. With one, long suck along Harry’s shaft, Ginny removed Harry’s cock from her mouth as she opened her mouth wide to Harry, showing him the pool of his white cum that lay there. With a cheeky gargle and a large gulp, Ginny swallowed Harry’s salty tasting load in one as she dabbed at her mouth so she got every last juice. Ginny got up off the floor and joined Harry on the bed, who was panting erratically from the power of his orgasm.

‘I think I’m done for the morning now Gin,’ sighed Harry as Ginny laughed, ‘that was incredible.’
‘You are incredible Harry,’ said Ginny softly as she laid her head on Harry’s beating chest. The two of them lay there for a few more minutes as Harry’s cock went soft once more and his panting subsided. Ginny placed her hand on Harry’s toned tummy as she could hear his heart begin to beat slower and slower.
‘Ginny,’ said Harry eventually as he began to play with her hair, ‘I think I love you. More than I’ve ever loved anything or anyone.’ Silence met this statement as Harry felt himself become suddenly anxious. Ginny however had closed her eyes in joy as she heard the words she had longed for in years.

‘Harry,’ said Ginny softly as she raised her head to look at Harry, ‘I love you, and I shall always love you. When one day all this madness is over, I want us to be together forever.’ Harry smiled joyously into Ginny’s eyes as he gave her a long kiss.
‘Now come on Harry,’ said Ginny eventually as she wiped Harry’s hair from his forehead, ‘let’s go down to breakfast, the other’s will be wondering where we are.’

*

Voldemort walked across the dark, green lake like Jesus upon the Sea as he approached the underground island where his safest horcrux lay. Voldemort looked down into the basin and felt his heart give an unusual throb as he dropped to his knees. The locket was gone.
‘How can this be?’ cried Voldemort faintly to himself as he felt his world crashing down around him.

*

‘Draco! Draco!!’ shouted Voldemort as he marched into Malfoy Manor with Nagini slithering faithfully by his side.
‘Yes Master?’ responded Draco who came hurrying down the stairs zipping up his trousers.
‘What have you been doing?’ demanded Voldemort as Draco stood before him slightly red-faced.
‘Pansy..,’ mumbled Draco as looked down at the floor.
‘You’ll have time for your lustful actions later,’ replied Voldemort impatiently, ‘I have an important job for you.’
‘Yes my Lord,’ said Draco eagerly.
‘I need you to find Harry Potter immediately, nothing is more important. He’s not anyway outdoors or my snatchers would have found him. Check every wizard dwelling where he could be hiding out, friends houses, Order of the Phoenix hideaways…. everywhere, find Harry Potter now!’ ordered Voldemort.
‘Yes my Lord,’ repeated Draco as he went to leave.
‘O, and where is Ronald?’ inquired Voldemort.
‘Ron?…. I don’t know my Lord, I haven’t seen him all day,’ answered Draco.
‘Hmmm, strange…….strange,’ said Voldemort quietly as Draco grabbed his cloak and left the house.

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This is part of an occasional series of ‘Scenes’, all of which are a single scene in a particular type of location. They are ‘point of view’ stories, and you can imagine that you are either of the characters. This is happening today, at a golf course just outside your town.

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2011

Aaaaaahhh! Dear God, I’ve never had a three-iron used like this before! My knees buckle and I almost collapse, as you relentlessly push its long shaft even further into me, and its ribbed plastic grip rasps along the walls of my vagina.

This was so unexpected: I’m bewildered, and don’t know what to do – but now my body is taking over, responding to your mouth and hands and (aaahh, fuck!) what you are doing between my legs, and my hips are bucking in time with your urgent forceful thrusts.

‘Ooooh! Oh, God!! Aaagghh, Ms Michaels – oh, yes! Fuck me, you bitch – aahh! fuck me harder!!’

You are learning to play golf, and this is your third lesson in a series of a dozen with me, the recently-appointed women’s professional at this prestigious course with its luxurious clubhouse. I am 26 years old, and have played on the women’s professional circuit for the last five years. I did averagely well but made no fortune, and when this opportunity came along, for a variety of reasons – more in my personal life than my playing – I decided to quit the tour, and settle down.

I am quite tall at five feet ten inches in my socks, long in the legs, and wiry and slender in build – all of which made me one of the longest drivers on the tour. However, I have quite definite feminine curves – my ass is quite trim and my breasts are a nicely manageable 30C cup – and it is all topped by a mop of black hair, trimmed to the collar, which frames my pixie-like features and my bright eyes. I move with the fluid grace and vitality of an athlete who keeps herself in top physical condition, and I know that I look attractive – I get plenty of signals of interest.

You, Ms Michaels (you were very clear on that at the start, that it was not Mrs Michaels), are attractive too, but in a different way – from authority, assurance and experience. I would guess you are in your late 30s, maybe even a little more, as you obviously look after yourself well and have the best manicurists, hair stylists, masseuses and so on. Your hair is blonde, straight and gathered in a pony tail behind your white silk cap. You are almost my height, and fuller in frame – most evidently in your generous bust (your partly open shirts always show plenty of cleavage and the top edges of a white bra, I guess around a 34E cup), your broader hips and your rounded jutting butt. You have a sway in your walk that catches attention, but your stride is one of command, with your head held high and your clear grey eyes calmly appraising – in fact, you stalk like a powerful big cat in the jungle, afraid of nothing. You are clearly quite wealthy, and I am sure you are a successful figure in some profession or in the business world.

Whatever your work is, you can take all of Tuesday afternoon away from it, and so here we are a little after three o’clock on this pleasantly warm early summer day. We are out on the course for the first time – your previous two lessons have been on the driving range and the practice putting green, but now it is time to try a few actual holes. We have walked out to the tenth, almost the furthest from the clubhouse, and will play our way back and see how many we can fit in during your 90 minute lesson. It is always quiet at this time, so we won’t be holding up any of the regular players – in fact, the course is almost deserted; there are some people a few holes ahead, but no one in sight behind at all.

We play the tenth – you land in the bunker protecting the left-front of the green, and that gives me the chance to show you the use of the sand wedge – and then we proceed to the eleventh. It is a dog-leg par 4, at the outer edge of the course and with a large wooded area down one side. You tee up, and I notice you glancing around before taking your stance – but there is really no need to worry, there’s no one in sight at all. I see you glance at the woods, but I think nothing of it. Then you drive – but it’s a real slice, I would almost have thought deliberate if you were not a complete novice, and your ball skews away left and disappears into the woods about a hundred yards down the fairway.

I quickly take my drive – long and straight down the middle, which is always satisfying – and then I join you under the trees to search for your ball; it might well be playable from wherever it has ended up, and I think that would be a valuable lesson for you. There is some shrubbery along the edge of the wood, cutting off our view of the fairway, but under the larger trees the ground is fairly bare. We search fruitlessly for a few minutes (little do I know it, but you have found the ball already and it is in your pocket), and I see you glancing at me quickly from time to time. Then you point towards the base of a large oak tree just ahead of me, and exclaim: ‘There! Is that it?’

I stoop to look, and you hurry up behind me. There is nothing there, but as I straighten up you wrap your arms around me from behind, cupping and kneading my breasts, and you grind your crotch against my ass. Your mouth kisses my neck, and you say huskily:

‘I want you! I want you so much, and I’m not waiting any longer!’

I am completely taken aback, literally shocked rigid for a moment – which is long enough for you tug my polo-shirt top out of the waistband of my skirt, and then slide your hands underneath it, up my front to capture my breasts in their sports bra, groping them roughly and squeezing my nipples.

‘What? Ms Michaels – no! Umm – please, wait! Oh! Oh, no, you can’t … really, no … not here …’ I stutter, and trail off in lame in confusion.

‘Oh, yes I can, honey! … I am, and I will!’ comes back in your rich warm tones, calmly assured and determined, but with a husky undertone of desire that sends shivers down my spine.

You release my breasts, and for a moment grip my shoulders and commandingly push me forward against the tree trunk, so that I am pressed in a sandwich between its rough bark at my chest and your firm female flesh behind me – I can feel your full breasts pressing into my back, and get almost a jolt of electricity from the hardness of your nipples, unmistakeable even through the three layers of your bra, your elegant white shirt and my own top.

Almost fainting with shock, I clutch desperately at the tree trunk to keep me upright, as sensations wash through me. With a deft tug, you have pulled my short pleated skirt above my hips, and now you shove a hand between my legs, first rubbing along the crotch of my panties, pushing the fabric into my slit, and then – ahh!! Jesus!! – you twist aside their gusset and push two long fingers right into my pussy. I have gone all loose and lubricated, and your fingers slide home nearly up to the knuckle.

I give a shaky, squealing gasp. My God! You ARE doing this, right here ON THE GOLF COURSE!! You are taking me, finger-fucking me with increasing force, in broad daylight by the eleventh fairway! Anyone coming along could see us … well, perhaps not from the fairway, the shrubs block the view and the light is dimmer here in the shade, but if they were to come into the woods …

Your mouth has been kissing my cheek and the back of my neck, and nibbling on my ears, and now you whisper to me, as if you can read my thoughts:

‘Don’t worry, babe, no one can see us, just enjoy it – let me have you, let me take you!’

My response is weak, quavering, indecisive:

‘No! Nooohh! Ms Michaels, please … ahhh! Oh … yes, oh! more … oh, help, yes!’

As I lean sprawled against the tree, all my resistance overcome, you pull my polo shirt over my head and unclip my sports bra. The touch of your fingers on the bare skin of my breasts ignites a wildfire in my pussy, and without conscious thought my back arches and my ass thrusts out to grind against your crotch. You give a groan of desire and grind back, at the same time squeezing my tits and grunting: ‘Go for it, bitch, go for it, you slut!’

You step back for a moment, and we are both panting for breath, our nostrils flared and our nipples hard and erect. I make no move as you reach for my bikini panties and drag them down to my ankles with one firm pull; you give a little slap to my right leg, and I have no thought of disobeying the obvious command – I step out of the panties, and you position my feet to widen my stance.

You kneel behind me, holding my hips in a firm grip, and your mouth licks around my ass and the base of my cunt, whilst you fingers re-enter my vagina and your out-thrust thumb rams up against my clitoris. My breath runs ragged, almost sobbing – a sheen of sweat coats my flanks, and the muscles in my stomach and pelvis contract as an orgasm starts to build.

Now you reach for the three-iron, which you dropped when you jumped me – but dropped quite deliberately within easy reach, for you had all this planned out before you arrived today, and you knew just what you wanted – me!! – and how you were going to do so. The fingers of your left hand prise my labia apart and reveal the moist pink target, and then you push the handle of the club up into me, like a huge dildo. I give a little scream of shock and alarm as I feel its ribbed grip slide inside my vagina, but then I surrender to its penetrative power.

You start to pull it in and out of my pussy, driving deeper and harder, and I surrender completely. Within moments I am just vaginal nerve-endings and a gasping voice that is pleading for you to take me and fuck me, and do me harder and harder and … oh, yes, please – harder!

Well, you don’t like to disappoint a hot babe – so you give me what I am pleading for, and more. The golf club is coated with my juices, getting sticky and slippery in your grasp as you piston it into my pussy. I start to babble – never, ever, have I been overcome in such a way, entered so deep, thrust into for so long, taken so high in my climax. In fact, my yelps and cries are becoming so loud and shrill that you take the golf ball from your pocket and push it into my mouth, telling me fiercely to suck on it.

I close my eyes tightly, and the world falls away – all of my senses are focused on your piledriving fucking of my pussy, and the long steel shaft of the golf club slams in an out of me like a demented drill shaft. You’re drilling me for oil – and you’re gonna get a gusher!

And then you add something more – I can’t believe that I could possibly be stimulated more than this, or be surprised again, but you are so artful, so clever. I’m not aware of you moving your left hand, which was steadying you against the tree trunk as you squatted between my legs, with your right hand firmly gripping the steel pole of the three-iron and thrusting it in and out of me. However, I am suddenly made only too aware that you have two hands – for with sudden force you push the index finger of your left hand into my ass-hole, whilst its thumb rims around my anus.

Holy fucking shit …. holy fucking, anyway! I’ve never been double-penetrated before, and only thin membranes of flesh separate where you are shafting me with the golf club and where your finger … arrgh, oh-my-fuck … oh! now it’s two fingers! … swirls around my anal opening, setting every nerve on fire.

I am barely managing to inhale through my flared nostrils, as my tongue wraps around the golf ball in my mouth. In my frenzy, I am chewing on it, and saliva drools from my parted lips and down my chin – oh! Ms Michaels, you’ve got me wet and squirting in every hole – aaahh! – you devil-woman!

You bitch-goddess, make me cum, please … I can’t take this much longer, I’m going to fall apart, I’m gonna faint, or asphyxiate … or swallow this fuckin’ golf ball whole, or something … oh, use me, you bitch, you’ve got what you want, so take me down, take me up, please … and soon, I’m begging you, oh! fuck me soon, please, have mercy, do it!

My legs are shaking, trembling, and sweat pours down my breasts and thighs. My hips judder spasmodically, and a high-pitched mewling noise is escaping the gag of the golf ball in my mouth. And then, unbelievably, you take your final shot – and it sure is a hole in one! You don’t relent on the pace with which the three-iron is pistoning my pussy, but you add a corkscrew motion as well, and this scrapes the ridges of the plastic grip around inside my vagina, with truly devastating effects.

It’s all too much, and I surrender totally to your command and control – I will never resist anything you want from me, ever again. Then like a freight train howling in the night, my climax comes upon me, with long rumbling driving momentum. I quiver all over from its intensity, and my mouth gapes wide, letting the wet and tooth-marked golf ball fall to the ground beneath me, as saliva dribbles down my chin and pussy juices course down my thighs. My head is spinning, I am dizzy and disoriented, and I clutch at the tree trunk as if it was a life-raft in a storm … in a tornado!

You step back to admire your handiwork, savouring the view of this trim athletic young woman, naked apart from her shoes, ankle socks and the skirt rucked up around her waist, spread-eagled with her pussy exposed, and sprawled against the tree trunk like a puppet whose strings have been cut, sweat-soaked, her eyes closed and her body trembling in the aftershocks of the most powerful tidal wave of orgasms that she has ever known. If the tree wasn’t here to hold me up, I’d be flat on my face on the ground, and probably passed out as well.

Unseen by me, your lips curve, and you regard me with a wolfish smile of satisfaction. There is no doubt that I have been – that I am – utterly, utterly fucked. You know that you have made a conquest, that I am now yours just as much as if you had planted your flag on my head. I will be another useful addition to your lesbian harem, and a decorative bit of pussy-fluff to take on your arm to the exclusive Sapphic parties of your equally wealthy lesbian businesswoman friends – where I will be passed around like a fresh new box of candy, for everyone to take a bite, and I will learn the ultimate pleasure: a gangbanging from a team of experienced older dykes. But that lies in my future, and for now you intend that I should learn my place in your scheme of things.

You give me a sharp, stinging slap on the rump, and tell me in a rough, eager, demanding voice to snap out of it, that I have work to do. I am so dazed that at first I don’t realise what you mean, and I start to pull my skirt down and reach for my top – until you slap my hand away. With an impatient grunt at my stupidity, you take a fistful of my skirt in one hand and a clump of my hair in the other, and you push me against the tree and also down onto my knees. My head is brought level with the crotch of the navy-blue shorts that you are wearing, and which earlier I couldn’t help noticing tightly encased the rich curve of your pelvis and full flare of your hips and ass.

Oh, right … I get it … you want me to eat your pussy, make you come as well? Well, as it happens, I am a lesbian; I wonder if you knew that for sure, or were going on instinct – or, maybe, with the arrogance of the rich towards those in their pay, you didn’t give a flying fuck anyway. I would have gladly lapped at your labia any day and any time, even without you blowing my mind like that. It also so happens that I’m pretty starved for sex (and that surely added an element to the explosive cocktail of my climax), and I like being taken by an older woman. In fact, I was the fuck-bitch of one of the world’s top five female golfers, a woman in her early 30s who broke me in as a lesbian a few months after I joined the tour. I warmed her bed almost every night for five years, and then the evil bitch just dumped me for a younger model – she likes them fresh and sweet – so she replaced me with some wunderkind strawberry-blonde of just 19 who was already being tipped as some kind of female Tiger Woods. Well, she sure was a tigress for pussy, and she and my former lover abused and degraded me, and to my shame I let them – if they offered me the chance of a threesome, I would crawl on my belly across their bedroom floor, lick their feet and beg to be used. It makes me ashamed to think of it now – that’s why I quit the tour, I couldn’t take it any more. However, in the four months that I have been here, I’ve been with no one – I just haven’t had the nerve to trawl my ass round the lesbian bars in these parts, those bitches undermined my self-confidence so much that I couldn’t face the rejection.

But you want me, in fact you want me with searing impatience, and you grip my chin with one hand as you jerk undone the button on the waistband of the shorts and yank down its bronze zipper. Pulled open, the shorts slip down to hang at your knees, revealing a pair of scarlet panties (I knew they would be jet black or bright red, you’re that kind of woman – no half-measures or compromises), expensive designer stuff with scalloped lace-trimming and gauzy side panels, while the rich red silky centrepiece is now marked with a dark patch at your cunt.

I lean wondrously forward, and trace a finger through that oozing dampness, running my nail along the cameltoe of your groove – oh, yeah, don’t think me innocent just because you took (and how you took!) me by surprise, I’ve been an active lesbian for five years, and not only with my former lover – she had a taste for threesomes (that was why she still used me sometimes, even after ditching me for Miss Blondelicious), and we sometimes did it with other players, or with local club officials where the events were held, or golf journalists, or a fan – if she was young, pretty and willing … when we did the demonstration tour in Japan, oh! it was pussy heaven.

You unbutton your stylish white shirt – through which your bra has been partly visible – and slip it off your shoulders. Your magnificently full breasts are revealed in the other half of your lingerie set – a scarlet half-cup bra which both supports and thrusts them forwards. You are hungry for it, and you tug your own panties down, and with the same forceful lunge pull them and your shorts over your shoes. The freedom this gives lets you broaden your stance, and now you spread your thighs apart and brace your self, squashing me between your pelvis and the tree.

The back of my head bumps against the bark of the trunk, shocking me back into full awareness as you press your crotch against my face, and my nose is squidged into your slit for an exotic moment. Your intoxicating scent fills my nostrils, whilst the sense of your wetness arouses me – my nipples harden into stiff erection, and with a moan I reach up with one hand to twist and pull on my own tits. Your Venus mound is full and prominent, and I am hypnotised by the sight of your full, fleshy and clean-shaven pussy.

You give another grunt, and begin to grind your crotch against my face, whilst you reach a hand between your legs and pull your labia apart. I need no more opportunity: seizing your hips to steady myself, I stick my tongue into your vagina and begin a pattern of probing thrusts and swirling licks, alternating the pace and direction unpredictably.

You look down with deep satisfaction at the top of my bobbing head, enjoying the sight of this athletic young sports-babe submissively serving you, eagerly lapping at your vagina to give you pleasure. You give a half-choked moan; as you feel your arousal building, you release your grip on the back of my head and reach for your own breasts. Two forceful tugs spill them out of the bra cups, and you take hold of your own nipples, stroking and squeezing them. You shift to arch your legs further apart, and then your pelvis jerks forwards – almost tipping me over backwards – as you reach the brink of orgasm.

I swiftly resume my position, but now I focus my oral attentions on the nub of your clitoris – large anyway, and now engorged, I can suck and nibble on it, driving you to frenzy. And then, taking a leaf from your book, I shove two fingers into your vagina, straight upwards from below, all the way in to my knuckles. Reliving your wonderful use of the golf club (oh, how I shall treasure that three-iron, for ever and ever!), I ram my fingers in and out of your sloppy, gaping hole. With a moan, you spread wider and open further. There is no doubt that you are a woman who fucks often, hard and deep, for your pussy is like a tunnel. For the first time in my life, I sink my hand right into a woman – I have long fingers, slender but very strong from hours of practice on the driving range, and usually they are more than enough. But not now, not here with you, you incredible bitch! My hand meets no more than token resistance as I squirm and push it further into you, and suddenly my knuckles are past the first constriction of your vaginal opening, and sliding wetly into you.

I can’t believe it, I am fisting you! I am fist-fucking a rich older bitch, and I’m thrilled by every second of it – I’ve actually never fisted a woman before. I sink into you, my wrist and then three or four inches of my arm. Holy shit, I’m so turned on by this, I’m running wet and dripping from my own cunt, almost as much as if I was cumming myself.

‘Yeah!’ you snarl at me, your voice rough and thick with lust; ‘you dirty, dirty little slut! You cow, c’mon on, do it you bitch, yeah! Fist me hard, fist me good, harder … harder … go on, slut!

I rasp the rough edge of my tongue across your clit, and synchronise it with my fullest pull back of my arm and then my longest, deepest thrust inside you. Your head thrashes from side to side, your teeth gnash together, and your breath dissolves into ragged panting. Your well-built frame goes rigid like stone for a brief moment, and then vibrates in ecstasy – and you heighten your intense, blazing climax by crushing your nipples between your fingers before flinging your arms wide to clutch at the tree trunk, and you give a long groaning yowl.

I remain where I am – for I feel it is my place, to be kneeling in reverence at your feet, my lips just inches from your cunt. After a moment, your breathing returns to something closer to normal, and you lean away from me, giving me more room to breathe. You reach down and ruffle my hair affectionately, and in a much softer tone than anything you have said since you began your seduction of me (if that’s the right word for something so vigorous and commanding), you say:

‘Well, you are hot stuff, aren’t you? I thought maybe your fires had gone out, but I think we’ve re-ignited them!’

I smile up at you, and nod. Oh, yes, you surely surely have – and it is like the dam has been breached, and I suddenly realise that I am consumed by desire for lesbian sex. I also have the pleasant feeling that I won’t have to hunt for it – because you have already hunted and captured me.

There is a small towel in our golf bags, normally used to dry the grips of the drivers and of your hands, whether of sweat on hot days or rain on wet ones. We each use these to wipe around between our legs and over our thighs and torsos, and then we shuffle back into our discarded clothes. I dry off the golf ball that had served as my muffler, but I slip into my pocket – I intend to keep it as a souvenir of this amazing day, and not to risk losing it by playing it.

When we are presentable again, hair combed and faces dried, you take my hand and draw me back against you. With one hand cupping my chin, you look firmly into my eyes, and ask me if I want to come back to your house after we finish the round, as you express it ‘for more fun fucking and more fucking fun!’. I smile broadly and nod happily, and you seal the pact with a kiss on my lips. Then, still holding my hand, you lead me back to the fairway. Incredibly, only about twenty minutes has passed whilst we were in the woods, and no one will remark our slightly later than average return to the clubhouse – after all, it is partly a tuition round, and bound to take longer. It looks as if two groups have played through the eleventh whilst we were out of sight in the woods; they did not see or hear us, and seem not have seen my ball lying in the fairway.

As we stroll to the twelfth tee, you admit to me that you are not a beginner at golf, that you played quite regularly some years ago but then the demands of business crowded it out – that you were really wanting a refresher course, but when you saw a piece in the local newspaper about my taking up this job, and saw my picture, you decided it would give more opportunities if you pretended to know nothing of the game. I smiled inwardly – my instinct had been right, and of course your hooked drive into the woods had been entirely intentional.

You look at me as I take my stance to address the ball for my drive down the long par-five twelfth, admiring my figure in profile, and especially the lean jut of my ass.

‘If this was match-play’, you remark casually, ‘for certain, I won that last hole!’

I release a smashing drive that bounces down to the centre-left of the fairway, to the ideal position from which to fade one round the turn and onto the green with the second and make an eagle opportunity. Then I look at you, and grin:

‘Lady, for sure, you won not just the hole but the match!’

Then I turn towards you, and lift the front of my skirt – my pussy is naked beneath, as I had stuffed my soiled panties into a pouch in my golf bag rather than putting them back on. I run one finger lasciviously up and down my slit, teasing it open to show a flash of the hot pink inner flesh.

‘… and here’s your prize!’ I added; ‘and you get to take it away with you – but put it in your bedroom, not on the mantelpiece!’

You laugh, amused by my metaphor, and your pulse quickens at the thought of the ways in which you and friends will use my fit young body. Reaching forward, you thrust a finger into my pussy, and reply:

‘Don’t worry, I will! I believe that things are there to be used – and you will be, oh yes, you will be!’

If you enjoyed this, check out my other stories … you might like them too … (to find them, follow the author link at the top of this story)

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The story picks up exactly where the first let off.

For those reading this story who have not read the first installment, I apologize for the lead in to this, part 2. It does drag a little to begin with, but if you read the first part and are starting on the second, think of it as the intermission between two feature films in a movie house. 🙂

Comments about the lead-in aren’t needed because I think you will find the rest of this part of the story hot enough even for those who like it out there in Never, Never, Land. Any other comments are more than welcome especially any from the ladies out there. ENJOY.
Vanion

PS: If any reader exceedingly likes a particular part of the story, drop me a PM with any ideas you might like to see included in part 3.

BY THE WAY: To the idiot who was so emphatic as to the spelling of one single word in this story, I changed it by 1 , I repeat “one” letter, just to please your caustic attitude to grammar and spelling.

Do all of us a favor in the future though, give a “name”, not just “reader”, so we might all be able to take a look at some of “YOUR WORK”. The rest of us do try very hard to do our best and to give “constructive” comments and suggestions to other writers.

Caustic comments such as yours, do no one any help. And if you could be so caustic in your phrasing when sending me a PM as to the fact that I missed “One” letter in one word, I have this to say from “ALL OF US” who do try to do a good job with these stories, STICK IT IN YOUR EAR!
{Of course, ear is not what I mean, but others will get the idea, while I still try to be polite.}

So here is the corrected version, just to please one jerk. Make it positive, constructive, and above all polite, people, even it it is a negative comment. We learn from those too.! It’s not just about writing dirty stories and erotica, it’s about trying to improve our writing skills as well. {Though I admit the dirty part is fun too. LOL)

ENJOY!

The Abduction and Training of Kitty

Part 2

1.
Several hours later she roused to the smell of fresh coffee. Kitty stretched luxuriantly. She felt completely and totally relaxed and refreshed. She wondered how long she had slept? Suddenly she remembered her exams and sat up quickly. “What day is it?” she asked.

Mr. P answered her from the edge of the bed. “It’s Sunday, just after noon.”

“Shit,” Kitty muttered, “I’m never going to pass biology now.”

Mr. P chuckled, “Oh, I think you will get a passing grade. Especially after that performance last night.”

Kitty felt a little irritated at the glib comment. “That’s not the point. My final for this semester it tomorrow morning.”

“Look, Why don’t you get up and I’ll guide you to the bathroom. You can use the facilities and take a shower and I’ll be waiting with your clothes. Then we can get you back home. You still have the rest of the afternoon if you’re really worried about it. Just make sure you don’t try cramming all night. There is no point trying to take a test if you wind up tired and half asleep tomorrow.”

“I guess you’re right. I’ll just have to do the best I can. Now, which way is the bathroom?” she asked.

After Kitty had showered and dressed, she sat at a table with Mr. P and had coffee and a breakfast roll. “Where are the others?” she asked between bits.

“They’re gone. They took off early this morning. There are only you and I here now. I told them I would make sure you got home safe,” he replied.

Kitty thought about that for a moment. “In that case, I want to ask you something. What has this all been about? Not that I’m mad. Though, I should be mad as hell at you. And the others as well. I just want to know why.”

Mr. P was silent for a long moment. “All right,” he said at last, “I’ve noticed you around the campus several times, and I’ve heard some rather nasty comments about how you treated people. You were a taker, a user, and a God Damn Cock-teasing bitch, were some of the nicer ones,” he told her bluntly.

Kitty was completely shocked and taken aback. She had never thought of herself like that, she just wanted to have some fun and do as she pleased.

Before she could say anything, Mr. P continued, “I’ve never really seen you quite that way. Nor have Miss S or Miss M.

When we compared notes, we decided you were a fairly good, but misguided girl, who needed an attitude adjustment before you got yourself violently raped or killed. I’ll admit we treated you harshly to begin with, and have indeed violated your body and mind. But, and I want you to really think about this, would you rather it was us who tuned you in? Or some guy in a vacant lot somewhere who could have left you for dead? I think if you consider it carefully, our methods were better than what you would have received from some violent animal working you over.

We weren’t really out to rape you in the normal sense of the word. We set out to show you what you were like and what you were missing out on. We tried to teach you some new things about getting satisfied by different types of sex. But the main thing we tried to do was alter your mind’s perception of yourself and the way you were treating others. We truly believed you were on a long dark spiral that would come to no good end. That is if you didn’t wind up dead first.” He finished. “It is as simple as that.”

“Wow,” Kitty said after a moment. She though about what he had said a little more. “I certainly didn’t like any of it to start with, but guess maybe you have a point. I have always taken and never given anything back. I guess I never really thought about it before.”

“You do realized it now though, don’t you?” Mr. P asked her.

“Yes, I guess I do. I don’t think I am the same person any more. I think that girl is truly dead and gone for good. Things seem different now. I don’t know exactly how yet, but I think I like the idea of being a new person with a new way of looking at things. Maybe of looking at the whole world too,” she told him seriously.

“Then we achieved what we set out to do. I’m thankful for that,” Mr. P told her just as seriously. “The ladies and I tried to teach you something about sex. But I myself tried to show you something else last night as well.”

“What was that?” she asked after he didn’t go on.

“I tried to teach you something about truly making love. There was for a time last night when I was making love to you, that you were truly with me. I could feel it. You became as involved in me as I was in you. We both wanted the same thing, to please each other. We wanted to be closer both physically, and mentally, to each other. You didn’t hold back anything of your self. You gave yourself to me completely, as I did to you. You proved that by asking for what you wanted to do with me. That was all you, giving something of yourself to another person, because I think you unconsciously realized was what you have always wanted to do, but were never able to.” He paused for a moment.

“That is all you need to know for now,” Mr. P told her. “Now lets see about getting you back.”

2.
Mr. P had driven her back to her dorm and parked in the lot at the back. He had kissed her tenderly in goodbye before letting her out. He had asked her not to remove the blindfold until he was gone and she had done as he asked even thought she certainly wanted to know who he was.

Kitty entered through the back door and was making her way to her room when a voice called out from ahead. “Hey Kitty, where have you been all weekend?” It was one of the other girls on her floor.

Suddenly the question struck her as funny and she burst out laughing. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you Doris. You just plain wouldn’t believe me,” she told her when she got herself under control.

“Try me,” Doris said with a grin.

“OK, if you really must know. I was abducted Friday night in the back of a van. I was driven, I don’t know where. I’ve had non-stop sex for the last two days, and the kidnappers just dropped me off a couple of minutes ago.”

Doris’ smile slid off her face for a moment, but quickly back. “Ask a stupid question and get a smart ass answer back,” she said clearly not believing a word of it. “OK, none of my business anyway. But you do look good. You’re almost glowing. I’ll bet you met a guy.”

This sent Kitty off in greater gales of laughter. After a minute when she was in control again she told her, “Right, on the first guess, and let’s leave it at that. OK?”

Doris gave her a doubtful look but nodded, “All right. Are you ready for the test tomorrow?”

“Not as ready as I would like. I’m going to study right now,” she said as she moved past Doris toward her room. “Do me a favor. Don’t let me oversleep in the morning. I might not pass the damn test, but I certainly won’t have a chance if I don’t get there.”

“No worries, I’ll make sure your up,” Kitty heard as she closed her door.

Kitty did try to study for a while, but gave up unable to keep her mind on the work. She kept thinking back to the weekend and the bombshell Mr. P had dropped on her at the last. That he loved her. The more she thought about it, the warmer she felt inside.

She thought about him for a long time and about the way he had made her feel. She especially remembered the sincerity in his voice when he told her of making love to her and her response to him. That thought alone gave her a warm fuzzy feeling. Finally she realized it was getting late and went to bed thinking of him. He had been right about one thing; she certainly didn’t want to be half asleep tomorrow.

Kitty got up the next morning and went to take her exam. It took her about two hours and she thought that perhaps she had passed. Maybe not with the grade she had been hoping for, but she didn’t think she had failed.

She was in the extremely crowded hall outside the test room, deciding what to do next and juggling her backpack trying to find her cell phone when someone brushed quickly behind her. “Don’t worry, you’ll pass with flying colors,” a voice whispered and was gone.

She froze for a split second before turning quickly to find out who it had been. But in the press of the crowded corridor there was no way to tell. But even in a whisper she was positive it was a man’s voice. Suddenly she knew who it had been. Mr. P. Damn it, he had been right there and she still didn’t know who he was.

3.
Later when she was sitting in the quad drinking a Pepsi while looking around she noticed a young man sitting under one of the trees, with a large stack of papers beside him. He seemed to be grading test sheets, referring to a clipboard from time to time and making notations on the tests. She wondered if they were of the exam, she had just finished.

She got up and wandered over beside him. “Hi,” she said.

The man looked up at her. “Hi yourself. Can I do something for you?” His voice sounded vaguely familiar, but she couldn’t place it.

“Not really I guess. I just noticed you grading those,” she said gesturing to the stack of papers. “I just finished a midterm for Biology a few hours ago, and I was wondering if that is what those are?”

He cocked one eyebrow at her. “Could be. You wouldn’t be trying to find out your grade would you? Or maybe influencing it are you?”

Kitty sputtered. “No, of course not. I was just curious that’s all.”

“That’s all right then. We wouldn’t want any improprieties would we?” he said with a grin.

“No, I’m sorry to have bothered you,” she said and began to turn away.

“Hold on a second,” he said causing her to turn back. “You’re right, they are the biology test. I just took over the class and wanted to get them graded quick. I wouldn’t want the Dean breathing down my neck,” he said grinning again.

“You’re not my professor,” she told him. “My professor is sixty if he’s a day.”

“Your old professor was sixty, but now you’ve got me. Professor Milten had a minor heart attach this last weekend. He’ll be fine, but he’s out of the picture for the rest of the year. I’m taking over for him as of today.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Kitty said quickly.

“Which, that he had an attack or that I’m taking over?” he asked her with an even bigger grin.

“That he had a heart attack of course,” she told him indignantly.

“I’m glad to hear that at least. I would really hate if it was me taking over his class,” he chuckled. Kitty smiled in return and decided she liked her new professor.

“What’s your name?” he asked waving a hand toward the grass beside him inviting her to sit down.

“Kitty,” she said as she settled to the grass. “Well, actually it’s Christine. Christine Miller. I prefer to be called Chris, but everybody on campus calls me Kitty. It’s just a stupid nickname I got tagged with.”

“Oh, why is that?”

“I kicked up a bit of fuss, when I found out they wouldn’t let me keep my cat in the dorm. Kitty just sort of stuck. You know, Kitty Cat.”

“I see. You’re not fond of it though are you?”

“No, not really. But what can you do?” she finished with a shrug.

“Well, don’t worry Chris. I won’t call you by that. With me, Chris you are, and Chris you will stay.”

“Thank you.”

“Now let me see. I’m not really suppose to do this,” he told her as he dug through a stack of papers he had already graded. “Here it is. Christine Miller. Ah, I remember this one, it gave me quite a laugh when I was going over it.”

“Huh?” Chris said puzzled. “Why?”

“Well for one thing I don’t remember the Pubic Mound being called the Pussy in the text books before,” he said chuckling.

Chris was mortified. She couldn’t possibly have written anything like that. “I didn’t!” she exclaimed in surprise.

“I’m afraid so,” he told her holding it out for her to see. “Don’t worry I didn’t mark you down too badly. I gather you had something else on your mind at the time,” he said with a crooked grin and a wink.

Chris blushed furiously. “Well, sort of I guess.”

“Let me guess. Your boyfriend perhaps?”

“No. Well sort of. Hell, I don’t know,” she said flustered.

“Well it’s got to be something. Are you in love with him?” he asked her.

Chris let her shoulders slump. “I don’t know. I think I might be. It’s complicated.”

“Well, un-complicate it. You either love him or you don’t.”

Chris thought about her feelings for a long moment. “All right, I think I might, but I don’t even know who he is. I only met him three days ago.”

“A whirlwind romance I see. What’s his name?”

Chris blushed deeply, but for some reason she felt she could trust this man not to laugh at her. “I don’t know his name,” she confessed.

He didn’t laugh. “You met him for the first time three days ago. You’re might be in love with him and you don’t know his name? Did I get that right?”

Chris nodded her head. She wasn’t about to tell him of the abduction, but she did find herself telling him about the feelings she thought she might be having for the man. She couldn’t for the life of her think why she was telling a complete stranger her feelings, unless it was simply the need to talk about them and get them straight herself. She didn’t even know her new professor’s name. Maybe it was her new way of looking at the world.

“Are you sure it is not just a infatuation?” he asked her.

She shook her head. “Look, since I’m spilling out my love life to you, do you think you could tell me your name?”

“Oh, sorry. It’s Scott. Scott Hunter,” he said sticking out his hand, “Pleased to meet you Chris.” Chris looked at him closely as they shook hands and decided she liked what she saw in his eyes. For a reason she didn’t understand, she felt she could trust him. She had never felt this open before.

“You still haven’t answered my question?” Scott prompted her.

“No, I don’t think it’s an infatuation. I suppose it could be, but I don’t think so. He touched me way, way deeper,” Chris said thinking of how deep Mr. P had been inside her. “I know it sounds corny, but I think in a very odd manner he touched my soul.”

“You have a real problem don’t you?”

Chris sighed deeply. “That sums it up pretty well. I know his spirit and I think I know what he is like in his heart, just not who he is. Even that sounds corny saying it.”

“I wouldn’t say that. I am sure it will work out given enough time. But, now if you will excuse me,” he said beginning to rise, “I must be going. I have another class to teach in about fifteen minutes.”

Chris pushed herself to her feet as well. “Well, it was nice to meet my new professor. And thanks for letting me run on like I did,” Chris told him.

“My pleasure Chris,” he said as he started away, and then hesitated looking back over his shoulder. “By the way, you got an A on your exam. I might even toss in a plus sign just for that Pussy,” he told her with a sly wink, as he turned away and kept walking.

Chris felt her face heat as she watched him walk away.

4.
For the next three days Chris attended her classes and in her spare time remembered her past weekend, as well as daydreaming about something like it happening again. By the time Friday rolled around she was feeling frustrated. She had finished her last class for the day and was wondering what she could possibly do this coming weekend that could possibly top the last.

She returned to her locker to dump her books off. When she opened the door, lying inside on top of everything was a sheet of hot pink paper folded in half. Someone had slipped it in through the crack at the top of the door.

Pulling it out she unfolded it. Inside was written in black marker, YOUR CLASSES ARE “NOT” FINISHED FOR THE DAY. GO HOME. SHOWER AND CHANGE, AT TEN MINUTES TO FOUR YOU WILL BE IN THE PARK ACROSS FROM YOUR DORM SEATED ON THE BENCH CLOSEST TO THE STREET. AT TWO MINUTES TO FOUR YOU WILL DONE WITH YOUR BLINDFOLD. YOU WILL WAIT THERE UNTIL YOU ARE PICKED UP. NONCOMPLIANCE WILL BE PUNISHED. It was signed with an M in very bright red. Following at the bottom was a quickly scratched note. Clothing Is Casual. You Won’t Be Wearing Them Very Long, followed by a P.

Chris’ eyes had grown larger as she read the note. ‘And I was wondering what to this weekend,’ she thought to herself. ‘But do I really want to try something like that again? Damn right I do,’ she realized already turning from her locker and heading for the dorm.

At quarter to four Chris was on her bench as she had been instructed. She had taken some care with her clothing and makeup. A loose white blouse, not quite see-through and no bra made her feel deliciously wicked. Trim slacks, not jeans finished her outfit. And she had taken extra care with her makeup; understated with just enough to highlight her best features.

Chris glanced at her watch every couple of minutes, while looking around to see if she could spot anyone she knew, or anything out of the ordinary. She certainly didn’t want anyone she knew around when she put of the blindfold mask from the past weekend that was in her hand.

Glancing at her watch to confirm the time she took a last swift look around and pulled the mask on over the top of her head and down over her eyes. She did not bother with the chinstrap; she had no intention of taking it off.

It seemed like forever, but she knew that it was less than a minute before she heard a vehicle pull up and a door open. She could hear someone coming toward her. What if it wasn’t whom she was expecting? What if it was a stranger?

Her fears were put to rest, but she was disappointed as well when a voice spoke. “It’s good to see you can follow instructions,” Miss M told her. “Been waiting long? I thought I was going to be late.”

“Not long,” Chris replied, while wondering what she would have done if no one had come for her.

“Come along,” Miss M told her, taking her by the arm to guide her.

Once they were in the car and on the road, Chris cleared her throat. “Where are we going?” she asked and then added, “If I may ask?”

“Just another little gathering like we introduced you to last weekend.” Chris smiled. “Of course there will be a couple of different people this time,” Miss M added.

Chris felt her mouth fall open. She hadn’t thought of that. New people doing to her things like the first time. She closed her mouth and swallowed hard.

“I don’t know if I am ready for anyone new,” she stammered, “I had sort of just gotten use to you guys.”

Miss M gave a short laugh. “Not to worry. You will have to keep your mask on if Miss S, Mr. P, or I are in the room with you, but this time we are going to give you a bit of instruction on giving what you received last week, not taking it. Not that you aren’t going to have to take some new things as well.”

Chris felt a tingle begin in her stomach at the thought of being able to do some of the things to someone else that had been done to her. The idea both excited her and gave her the chills.

“Don’t worry Kitty, we will take you through most of it step by step,” Miss M told her.

“My name is Chris, not Kitty,” Chris spoke up quickly.

Miss M reached over and grabbed her left nipple and pinched it hard through the light material causing Chris to cry out in shock and pain. “In our group your name is Kitty, remember that. You will answer only to Kitty, and you will think of yourself only as Kitty. Is that clear?” Miss M asked squeezing her nipple even harder.

Chris nodded her head frantically as she tried to draw away for the woman’s hand. “Yes, Miss M. I understand,” Kitty said in a rush, already thinking of herself by that name.

Miss M released her nipple and as the blood rushed back into it, she began reciting the name over and over in her mind. Kitty, Kitty, I’m Kitty. Her nipple really hurt at the moment. Kitty, Kitty, Kitty, she kept repeating to herself for the remainder of the trip. By the time they got out of the car she had almost convinced herself it was the only name she had ever had.

Miss M guided her in to the house. It didn’t have the same sound or feel of the other place though she could tell simply from the air outside that it was in the country the same as the place last weekend.

Miss M quickly took her into one of the rooms. “All right Kitty. Strip. There is a bed in front of you and a dresser to the right. Put your clothes in the top drawer. You can take your mask off after I leave the room so you can see what you are doing, but you are to put it back on as soon as you are finished and sit on the bed.”

“Yes, Miss M,” Kitty said nodding her head.

“Good. Someone will be back for you in about five minutes. Remember to do as you are told,” Miss M told her as she closed the door.

Kitty quickly stripped out of her clothes and placed them in the drawer as she had been told. As she did she looked around the room. It could have been any bedroom in any house. She could see a large pool through the window as the drapes were partly pulled back. The pool area had a tall solid fence enclosing it.

Kitty quickly glanced at her watch before taking it off. Her five minutes were nearly up. She quickly donned her blindfold again and sat on the edge of the bed waiting for whoever was coming for her.

5.
The door opened and light footfalls entered. A small hand gripped her upper arm.

“You are to come with me,” a soft girl’s voice told her. “My name is Thumper, Thump for short. My real name is Amber, but here I’m Thump.”

“Are you here for in the same way I am?” Kitty asked.

“No, I am a little more advanced in my training than you are. I am suppose to keep you from making any mistakes so I don’t get punished. That’s part of my training, so please don’t do anything foolish tonight. If you do, I get the punishment for it, not you,” Thumper told her.

Kitty swallowed. “I’ll try not to foul up. Why do they call you Thumper?”

The girl laughed. “Because I like to fuck like a rabbit, hard and fast. You know, rabbit, Thumper from the cartoons?”

Kitty giggled in return. “OK, I get it.”

“Come on, we had better go. The others are waiting for you,” Thumper told her.

When they arrive at a different room and stepped inside, Kitty could tell that there were others there. There were soft moans and small squeals of delight coming form all around. There sounded like there were several people there.

Kitty felt someone come to stand in front of her. “It is nice to see you again Kitty,” she heard Miss S say, and nearly shivered with relief. At least there were two people here that she knew.

“This weekend we are going to teach you a few more things. More advanced things if you will,” Miss S told her.

“What sort of things?” Kitty asked.

Miss S chuckled. “All sorts of things. I want you to go with Thump here and do as she tells you. Thump I want you to prepare her well. You know what to do.”

“Yes, Miss S. I’ll have her ready in no time,” Thumper responded.

“Good. I will see you later Kitty. We’ll catch up then.”

6.
Thumper led Kitty into the center of the room and told her to kneel down, which she did.

“Now lean forward and give me your hands. There is a padded neck brace in front of you. Put your neck in it and relax,” Thumper told her.

Kitty did as she was told. Her neck fit into a cup like depression that was padded as Thumper positioned her wrists in two smaller padded depressions one each side of her head.

“What is this thing?” Kitty asked apprehensively.

“It is sort of a stalk like they use to use in the real old days to punish criminals,” Thumper replied as she lifted something to the side and swung it up and over bringing it down on Kitty’s neck.

Kitty almost felt panic as the top half of the device came down on her neck and wrists trapping her.

“Now just let me adjust the height and you’ll be all set.”

Kitty felt her doing something under her chin and the whole thing slid down a couple of inches toward the floor forcing her ass into the air totally exposing her back side. It was a bit awkward, but not too bad. She was wondering what was coming next. She was not long in finding out.

Thumper moved around behind her. “Relax, I have to get you ready for what is coming. You’ll like what I am going to do.” With that she slid her hand between Kitty’s legs to cup her pussy.

Kitty felt the girls small soft hand slide between her legs cupping her mound. The hand felt so soft, it was like satin. Thumper began moving her hand back and forth across her pussy. It felt wonderful to her, very delicate and sensual.

The girls thumb slid up and began pressing on her hole. Not pushing inside, just pressing on it rhythmically. Kitty could feel herself becoming aroused and wet from the girl’s very gentle touch. She felt the girl move behind her as the hand was withdrawn, to be replaced by the tip of her tongue. Kitty gave a small squeak in her throat at the contact.

Thumper ran the tip of her tongue up and down the crack of her pussy lips lightly several times before pushing the tip between them to hunt for Kitty’s clitoris. When she found it Kitty jerked violently, it felt so good. The girl simply held her tongue there for a long moment, not moving it at all, before starting to wiggle the tip ever so slightly. Kitty felt like she was in heaven, it felt so good as it began moving.

The tongue began to flick faster and faster over her clitoris. Kitty tried to squirm, her ass backward farther, to get more pressure on her sensitive spot, but it was not to be. The stock held her firmly in place. She could mover her rear from side to side but not back. She felt herself getting really hot and could feel her orgasm begin to build.

It was at that moment that Thumper left her clitoris and slid into Kitty’s love hole as deep as she could push her tongue. Kitty groaned in absolute pleasure and wiggled her ass. The girls tongue started darting in an out of her hole with the tip flicking around inside her when it was pushed in making Kitty go wild with shuddering. ‘God, this girl is good,’ Kitty thought to herself as she surrendered to what she was feeling totally.

Suddenly the girls tongue and face pulled back, leaving Kitty to slump in disappointment. Kitty heard a slurping sound behind her, quickly followed by the tip of a finger pressing into her. As it slid in Kitty groaned deep in her throat with satisfaction.

Thumper did not begin pushing in and out of her. Instead she began twisting her wrist turning her finger in Kitty’s cunt causing her to moan softly. The moans grew deeper when the finger began moving in and out while continuing to twist. She didn’t move, concentrating on the feeling she was having. Wiggling her rear would have detracted from it.

Before she knew it though Thumper had pulled her finger out and gone back to her tongue. But not on her pussy this time, the girl pushed her tongue flat against Kitty’s anal hole, gave it a big lick and then stuck the tip directly into her brown hole. Kitty jerked at the unexpected intrusion.

Of course the tongue did not get very far into her. Kitty’s sphincter muscle was to tight for that yet, but Thumper was determined to get it into her. Kitty wiggled her ass a little and tried to get her sphincter to relax. It wasn’t easy, but slowly the girl began to work her tongue inside. The feeling was indescribably wicked and she loved it.

Thumper couldn’t get her tongue all the way in, only the very tip. “Boy, are you ever tight,” she said pulling back. “He’s going to like that, but I got to get you loosened up a bit for him.” Kitty felt apprehensive at that statement. “Hang on now, I am going to have to use other means to loosen you up.”

Kitty felt the tip of Thumper’s finger begin pushing into her ass. It was a small finger so it didn’t take all that much pressure to begin sliding into her, not with all the girl’s saliva on her ass and already in her rectum. Kitty could feel it moving in, twisting as it went. First the tip up to the first joint, then to the second. Finally it was passed her sphincter and deep in her to the knuckles.

Kitty bit her lip at the feeling and tried to stifle a groan of pleasure, but it was no use. The girl really knew her business. When she had it firmly in as far as she could push she began flexing her finger using the first and second joints. Kitty could feel the tip of the finger touching the wall inside her ass and she began to whimper. But when Thumper began rotating her finger as well, it was almost too much for her to bear.

The girl began slowly withdrawing her finger slightly before pushing it back in, a little more each time. At each thrust in Thumper would hook her finger pressing on the wall inside. And as she pulled out she would leave the finger slightly hooked dragging it against Kitty’s sphincter muscle forcing it to open a little wider each time to allow the finger out.

Kitty began panting, it felt so good, but Thumper had more in store for her. She brought her other hand up to her ass and Kitty felt something cold and hard begin to worm it’s way into her along side the girl’s finger. “A small vibrator,” she thought to herself, but she was wrong.

When Thumper had it inserted along side her finger Kitty could feel that it was much smaller than even the smallest vibrator she had ever seen. It was long, slim and seemed to have a bend in it at the end.

“Now just relax. You are going to enjoy this,” Thumper told her as she proceeded to push it deeper into her ass, turning it slowly as she did. Kitty could feel the bent end rubbing along inside her walls in slow circles as it went deeper and deeper into her.

She thought there must have been at least four inches pushed into her when the part still at her ass hole began to thicken. It was slowly pushing her sphincter farther apart as it entered her. Suddenly it became much wider causing her to suck in her breath quickly as it stretched her open. The feeling of sudden violation was awesome and she wiggled her ass for more.

When it was past her sphincter and firmly planted Thumper flipped the switch to turn it on. Kitty went wild. The vibrations sent a shock wave throughout her ass and into her pussy area. Even more surprising to her was that she could also feel the tip that was bent against the walls in her ass vibrating as well.

Thumper was slowly rotating it in her ass. Kitty could feel the vibrations coursing through her and the curved tip was bumping and rubbing deep inside her. More importantly to her was that the tool was really vibrating stimulating her pussy as well. Kitty could feel an orgasm begin to build up.

Just when she thought she would explode from the sensations it was switched off and quickly removed from her ass. Kitty wilted forward into the stock with a groan of frustration.

“I told you would like it, didn’t I?” Thumper commented from behind her with a giggle. She reached under Kitty cupping her pussy. “Oh my, I think you’re ready for what comes next.”

“And what would that be?” Kitty asked her still trying to regain her composure while trying to ease her neck in the snug neck stock.

“Now that would ruin the surprise wouldn’t it. Don’t worry I am going to take real good care of you,” Thumper told her. “And here comes my helper right now.”

“Who is it?” Kitty asked apprehensively.

“I am not going to tell you,” Thumper replied, “There are a few rules for this evenings activities. The first is that you are in my charge for the evening. You will do as I say or be punished.” With that she slapped Kitty’s right buttock quite hard with a loud crack. Kitty jerked violently and screamed from the sting and the slap being so expected.

“Oh hush, that was just to show you I meant what I said,” Thumper told her. “There are a few other rules as well for this evening. You may not know who is doing, well, whatever they are doing to you. You may speak, but you will not argue with any command you are given. In most cases those orders will be from me, but not always. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand, but could I get out to this thing for a few minutes to straighten my back?” Kitty asked.

A resounding slap on the left cheek of her ass was her answer. This one stung even worse that the first. “No. You will do as you are told. This exercise is to teach you perseverance and the stock is part of that,” Thumper told her, “Besides, you’re going to be too busy to worry about it.”

7.
“Now, before we begin let’s see what we can do to ease that sting for you.”

Kitty felt some sort of lotion being dribbled on her rear and a pair of hands to massage it in. She sucked in her breath quickly; they were not Thumper’s hands. They were much larger, definitely a man’s hands. She shivered with delight at the feel, but her stomach tightened wondering whose hands they were. It gave her an apprehensive, but naughty feeling, not knowing who’s hands they were or what they were going to do to her.

The hands slowly began smoothing the lotion over each of her cheeks. The lotion cooled her burning ass wonderfully as the man’s fingers began massaging it in. A slightly spearmint odor wafted to her nose. One hand continued rubbing lightly over each cheek of the rear while the other slid down and under cupping her pussy.

“Spread your legs a little,” came an order in a deep gravely voice from behind her. Kitty complied by pushing her knees apart providing more room for his hand. The man shifted around slightly and began to massage her pussy as well as continuing to stroke her cheeks. It felt lovely.

One finger suddenly slipped between the lips of her pussy and came to rest directly on her clitoris, causing Kitty to suck her breath in. He didn’t rub; he simply began applying rhythmic pressure over and over. Kitty began to feel a tingle begin to grow in her pussy. ‘I could get off on this alone right now,’ she thought to herself. She wiggled her ass in encouragement.

After a couple of minutes Kitty was ready to cum. The man sensed this and removed both hands, giving her a light slap on her rump. He waited for a moment and then blew his breath lightly down the crack of her ass to her pussy making her shiver and squeak in delight.

“You’re going to have to cool down for a few minutes,” the gravely voice told her, “but we won’t let you waste time while you do.”

Kitty heard him stand up and move around in front of her and kneel down. She could feel the heat of his body close to her face. The tip of his cock bumped her lips and she instinctively darted her tongue out at it. She could taste pre-cum on the tip and began diligently licking it off. It tasted sort of sweet and reminded her of something that escaped her at the moment.

When the tip was clean the man pressed his member forward and Kitty eagerly took the head between her lips and began to suck on it. The man gave a low groan and pushed a little father into her mouth as Kitty ran her tongue along the underside of it.

The man slowly began moving his dick in and out, a little deeper each time. Kitty kept her tongue glued to the underside with her lips firmly pressed around his shaft and sucking each time he withdrew. His strokes became quicker and she could feel his shaft swelling larger in her mouth.

Suddenly it was withdrawn and rubbed against her lips and cheeks. Kitty darted her tongue out trying to recapture it. She wanted to taste his cum in the worst way; she wanted him to fill her mouth with his hot fluid.

But it was not to be. Kitty felt another head pressing in next to hers. “No you don’t,” Thumper whispered to her, “that’s mine for this time. Wait your turn.”

Kitty could hear a slurping sound and feel Thumper’s hair brushing up and down her face quickly. “God damn it, that was mine,” Kitty exclaimed in frustration.

“That’s it. All the way down and hold it,” Kitty heard the man command. The hair brushing her face went down and stopped.

Suddenly she heard the man groan loudly. “Here it comes Thumper, you hold it all.” Kitty could hear the girl gag slightly and begin to swallow. She kept swallowing for what seemed a long time and then began sucking again to get any that was left.

“That wasn’t fair,” Kitty complained, “I did all the work and you got the reward.”

A big hand landed solidly on her rear. “No back talk. But if it’s cum you want it is cum you shall have. Thumper, oblige her.”

Kitty felt Thumper’s lips press firmly against hers and the girls tongue press against her lips. Opening hers to let the tongue in, she was shocked to have a large gob of semen forced into her mouth along with some of the girl’s saliva. Thumper withdrew and clamped a hand over her mouth. “Now swallow,” the girl told her.

Kitty was shocked to say the least. She had wanted to taste the guy’s cum, but not in this manner. She felt a certain amount of aversion to swallowing it this way, but she found herself extremely turned sharing it with Thumper. Nothing like this feeling had ever happened to her before. She felt depraved and loved it. With two large gulps she swallowed the hot spunk down.

“That’s a good girl. You liked that didn’t you?” Thumper asked her.

Kitty tried to nod her head, she didn’t trust her voice not to betray how much she had liked the girl forcing the cum into her mouth, and more importantly how much her mind had been twisted in being ordered to swallow. Being forced had thrilled her. She felt totally depraved and didn’t care a bit that she did.

“I didn’t hear you,” Thumper said in a stern voice.

“Yes,” Kitty swallowed hard, “It was disgusting, but yes, I liked it. You sharing it with me was,” she paused, “different,” she finished lamely.

“Good, now we will get back to you,” Thumper said as she moved behind Kitty and knelt behind her. She leaned forward and pressed her face into Kitty’s rear and pushed her tongue between her pussy lips and into her love hole wiggling her tongue frantically.

Kitty’s breath whistled in with surprise, tensing her butt cheeks together before relaxing into the girl’s ministrations. It felt wonderful, especially when Thumper would pull her tongue out to lick up and tickle her anus with the tip. This went on for only a couple of minutes until Kitty could feel her juices really begin to flow, leaking down each of her inner thighs.

8.
Thumper pulled her face away. “I think she is ready for you now sir. She is really good and wet,” she told the man who Kitty could feel positioning himself behind her.

The tip of his cock slapped into her sensitive lips and slid between them. Moving it forward and back he let his shaft slide up the width of her slit, over her thoroughly extended clitoris and back. Kitty shuddered, biting her lip at the exquisite sensation it was giving her.

After stroking her several times he pulled back and positioned the tip at the entrance to her love hole. With one long and very, very, slow thrust he pushed the length of his shaft into her. Kitty was almost beside herself at how slowly he was forcing his way into her. It was not fast, but continuous slowly opening her up until he had his entire cock buried in her to the base. She could feel the tip pushing into her cervix making her groan in pleasure at feeling so full.

Finally he pulled nearly all the way back out, only to pump in again more forcefully. Then he began taking short quick strokes that nearly drove Kitty wild with please. With every stroke in his balls slapped up against her pussy sending little jolt of electricity through her clitoris. Kitty bit the inside of her cheek to keep from screaming with pleasure.

Kitty was on the brink of cumming when he thrust in and stopped, holding her hips firmly in place. She only needed one more slap of those beautiful balls to put her over the edge, but he was denying her that release. She hung on the edge of her orgasm for what seemed like an eternity.

“Please, oh please let me cum, make me cum,” Kitty begged her tormentor. It was not to be. The man held her hips motionless and finally the feeling began to subside. “You son of a bitch,” she swore at him, “I was so close.”

“I know. That’s why I stopped,” the gravely voice said. “We have a long way to go yet.”

Kitty felt a tear of frustration run down her cheek. What more could they do to her that what he had just done. It was absolute torture to be that close and be denied. She felt the man shift a little as he pulled his shaft out of her. He ran the head and shaft between her pussy lips once, causing her to jerk violently, before sliding it up the crack of her ass to her anus, which he tapped with the head.

Kitty felt lubricant dribbling on her rectum and then a finger that began massaging and forcing it into her ass hole. Because Thumper had loosened up her sphincter earlier she thought he would simply start putting his meat into her. She was wrong. The finger pressing the oil into her slowly slipped inside moving to the first joint and the second, twisting all the time to ease the penetration. The man was being very gentle about it.

Soon he began sliding his finger in and out of her, slowly fucking her ass with his finger. Kitty moaned in pleasure it felt so good. After a minute or so he added more oil and speeded up the thrusting of his finger slightly. This went on for another minute, Kitty reveling in the sensation.

When the hand slowed he brought up a second finger and began to insert this as well. Kitty gave a little cry as it slipped in along side the first, then bit her lip trying to become accustomed to the strange sensation of two fingers. But when he brought up the third really stretching her ass open, she whimpered desperately clenching her fists. These were three hard fingers, note a vibrator or a man’s more pliable cock. It hurt a little bit, but she could bare it.

The man began turning his wrist moving his fingers in a circular motion. Finally her sphincter relented and accepted the larger size it had been forced to and Kitty sighed with relief. It really wasn’t so difficult now and she was actually starting to enjoy having her hole spread so wide. The fingers were being flexed inside her, which felt funny but good. When they began pumping in and out of her it felt even better and she began to moan with pleasure.

After a few moments of this the fingers withdrew and were replaced by the tip of the man’s cock. She was very well lubricated now and with her hole stretched as it was she felt the head stretch her easily and pop inside followed by an inch or two of the shaft. Kitty licked her lips. It felt deliciously wicked to have a mysterious man’s shaft in her ass and she began moving her rear encouraging more.

Slowly the cock began sliding in and out, going a little deeper with each thrust. Kitty was moaning deeply in her throat, and louder with each thrust. She tried shoving her hips back at him trying to help, but he kept up the same slow steady pace going only a little deeper into her ass each time. But finally his meat was buried balls’ deep to the base in her ass. She felt enormously happy that she was able to take him all the way in.

The man held himself buried there and Kitty could feel him tensing his groin making his member swell and pulse slightly against the walls of her rectum. “Oh,” she groaned, “that feels fantastic.” At these words he bumped hard into her ass getting another half inch of penetration, causing her to gasp in delight before beginning to pump in and out of her ass in slow even strokes.

“How does that feel?” he asked her.

“It’s great. I don’t think I have ever felt so full.” She paused. “Except of once,” she added thinking of Mr.P’s cock the other weekend.

She received a light swat on her ass for the remark. “You shouldn’t compare out loud. Just go with the moment,” he ordered, but for some reason his voice did not seem to have as much gravely sound in it this time. Kitty found that odd.

Kitty could feel the man’s shaft sliding in and out smoothly, there seemed to be all most not resistance. She could feel the ridge around the head rubbing against her walls stimulating her more and more, but it went so easily, she was amazed.

Picking up the rhythm Kitty tried shoving her hips and wiggling her ass to take him as deep as she could. It wasn’t much movement, but the man picked up on it quickly and began thrusting much harder and faster. Finally he was pounding in and out of her rectum with the force of an express train giving the ass fucking of her young life.

Kitty was panting hard from such a vigorous hammering. If she had had extra breath she would have screamed her pleasure at such a brutal ass pounding. It was causing all sorts of sensations to run through her from her ass, through her pussy and deep into her belly.

Just when she thought she could take no more, he stopped and she heard him whispering to Thumper. What he was saying was so low that she could not make out the words. He quickly pulled out of her ass and immediately pushed all the way into her fuck hole.

“Oh my God,” Kitty repeated over and over as little black spots and flares of light danced in her vision.

The sudden intrusion into her cunt was over in only a few seconds when he pulled out and shoved his shaft back into her ass. For the next minute or so he alternated between Kitty’s dark hole and her love canal. No more than a stroke or two in either, before switching again. Kitty jerked violently each time he switched holes moving her ass wildly each time he pushed into a hole. It was driving her crazy with wicked feelings of wanton desire.

Thumper knelt beside her and placed an arm and hand on the small of her back and rear to hold her steady. The next time he pulled out of her ass, Thumper was ready. Kitty was expecting his cock in her cunt again, but the girl pushed in a medium sized dildo instead. It was soft, but it was cold, as if it had just come from the freezer. Kitty screamed at the shock. It felt so cold that chills ran from her pussy to her head causing her mind to explode in a shower of brilliant sparks before her eyes.

Almost immediately the cold object was pulled out and the man’s hot cock was back in the pussy. It felt extremely hot after the cold, but Kitty reveled at the feeling of both heat and cold inside her at the same time. She had never imagined such a feeling could exist, groaning with pleasure as her hands clamped into fists in the stock.

Her fuck hole was becoming warm again as the cold feeling was dissipated by the heat of the shaft inside her when she felt the cold protuberance forcing it’s way into her ass hole. Kitty gave out a long drawn out scream, as the head of his cock was forced in, her knees and legs’ nearly collapsing from the shock. If it hadn’t been for the man’s cock in her holding her up, they would have as she felt the cold radiating up into her ass.

Again, it was held in her for only a short period, but it was enough for her rectum and sphincter to almost start to sting from the cold. The man had pulled out of her cunt and as soon as the icy rod was removed he plunged his member back in to her gaping ass to the hilt in one swift sure thrust. This time the cock felt like a red not poker burning her insides with warmth that seemed to explode deep in her ass and into her belly. She had no words to describe the feeling.

Kitty felt completely weak from the things they had been doing to her, but they weren’t finished yet. As the cock began stroking in and out of her again she felt something being pressed up to her pussy lips to rub between them. It was a soft rubber dildo, but much, much, warmer than the last one.

9.
She felt the man stand up into a bent over position while keeping his rock hard shaft in her ass.

“OK Thumper, now for the rest. I’ll hold still until you’re ready,” the man said.

“Just give me a minute, then we’ll really get her howling and you can give her the works.”

Kitty felt apprehension when she heard this. “You bastards,” she swore, “what else can you do to me. If you don’t make me cum soon, I am going to die. I swear to God I will.”

Thumper began laughing. “Oh, but we have orders to take it easy on you for now. This is just the warm up for what comes later. Now hold still. I absolutely guarantee your going to love this and we are really going to get you off.”

Thumper proceeded to push the dildo into her love shoot. It wasn’t really large, but Kitty could feel herself straining because of the man’s cock in her ass as well. Finally it was deep inside her and Kitty found it didn’t feel bad at ass and gave a little groan of pleasure at being so full.

The man held still in her ass, and suddenly Thumper turned on the machine in her pussy. It didn’t vibrate as Kitty had expected. Instead, the shaft and head began to gyrate in a circular motion sending her into shudders of desire. ‘Oh God, I really am going to die if they don’t get me off pretty soon. I don’t know how much more of this I can stand,’ she thought to herself.

After a moment to let her get use to the motion of it, the man began stroking in and out of her ass again. Slowly at first, all the way out and back in again. It was a mind-blowing feeling with the thing squirming in her cunt. Just when she thought it couldn’t get any better, Thumper pushed a solid round object on the area of her clitoris and held it there.

With all of the movement and stimulation Kitty could feel her orgasm building quickly. ‘If they would only let her have her release this time, I would die this time just to show these two how good it was,’ she thought to herself as she concentrated on everything she was feeling. The prick in her ass picked up the pace and was really stroking into her now.

Finally what she was waiting for was almost there. “I’m going to cum,” she screamed. “Oh, Oh, yes. I’m going to cum.”

“Now Thumper,” she heard the man order.

Suddenly the round ball Thumper was holding directly on her clitoris began a high pitch vibration. This was more than Kitty could stand. Her orgasm hit hard, racing through her entire body making her convulse with wave after wave of pleasure. Her clit felt like it was being given continuous electrical shocks.

Suddenly she felt the man give a deep thrust and felt his boiling hot semen eject, pumping deep into her bowls. This sent her to a plain of rapture that she had not known could possibly exist. Each spasm of her orgasm seemed to get stronger and did not seem like it was ever going to end.

Finally her orgasm did begin to decline, though she could still feel her body jerking and twitching for several more moments as her mind floated away from her.

Kitty didn’t pass out, but was in that state of bliss she had only ever heard about. One where she was totally relaxed, unable to move, and totally sated. The afterglow of a perfect orgasm she had heard it called. She felt she was in heaven.

“Maybe I did die,” she whispered aloud.

“What was that Kitty? I didn’t quite catch it?” Thumper asked from in front of her as she slowly began wiping Kitty’s face with a warm moist hand towel.

“I said, I think I have died and gone to heaven,” she said a little louder.

Thumper giggled. “Heaven…Maybe. Died…definitely not.”

Kitty felt the man chuckle. He was still buried deep in her ass though she could feel his member beginning to soften and shrink. She suddenly realized he had left it in her so as not to disturb the sexual reverie she was still feeling.

As Thumper released her from the stock the man placed his arm around her waist drawing her back to him and gently rolling both of them onto their sides on the floor, where he held her spooned against him with his member still in her. Slowly, she could feel it softening further as she snuggled back against him with her head cradled on his right arm and the other around her tummy.

It was a deliciously wicked feeling when after a couple of minutes she squeezed her rectum and felt him pop out of her rear. The man kissed her neck and got up.

“I’ll see you later Kitty. I am going to get cleaned up. Thumper will take care of you and take you to clean up and rest a bit,” the man told her. The deep gravely sound was back in his voice. There was something odd about it, but she didn’t know what it was.

TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 3
[ Don’t worry. It will be along sooner or later. 🙂 ]

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Steve gets a new set of rules and decides it’s time to tell his children about his powers. Meanwhile, his daughter Sam is eager to enjoy him.

Editing Reality

Book Three: Naughty Fantasies Unleashed

Chapter Two: Temptation’s Line

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note: Thanks to WRC 264 for beta reading this.

Becky Davies

Hearing that Tonya, my best friend and my cute lover, wanted to have sex with my daddy was the best thing in the world. It sent this hot rush through my body. My nipples hardened and my pussy grew even juicier. I squirmed in her parents’ bed. On the other side of Tonya was her mother, the sexy Mrs. Alberts whom I’d seduced.

This was such a great weekend. The day before, Mrs. Alberts and I had seduced Tonya into incestuous pleasure. It finally let me reveal the full truth of my relationship with my parents. My pussy clenched hard, my body trembling.

“Mmm, your father is a sexy man,” Mrs. Alberts said, shuddering. “I wouldn’t mind… I’m sure my husband wouldn’t mind.”

“Yes!” I gasped. “My parents would love to have you both in their bed. I’m surprised my mother hasn’t tried to seduce you yet.” I grinned. “She’s gotten a number of the ladies at our church.”

“Mmm, so that’s where you get it, huh?” asked Mrs. Alberts, her blue eyes gleaming as she stared at me over her petite daughter’s body. They were both blonde, Mrs. Alberts a darker shade than Tonya’s platinum hair. They were both beautiful and sexy, too.

“Yep,” I said. “She’s inspired me to have all the fun with the ladies I can. Then I come home to Daddy and tell him all about it. He loves hearing about it while eating me out.”

“Your life is incredible,” Tonya moaned. “I’m so glad you two tricked me. Mmm, this is amazing.”

“Yes, it is,” Mrs. Alberts said. Her eyes caught me then they flicked down to her daughter’s small titties.

I gave a slight nod.

“So, when can we—” Tonya gasped as her mother and I attacked her breasts.

The married woman and I both swooped in and cupped a tit. Our mouths latched onto those hard nipples. We sucked. Tonya moaned. She shuddered on the bed as her hard, little nub filled my mouth. She had such cute boobs, small and firm.

I massaged it as I sucked, the noisy sounds I made mixing with her mother’s naughty sucking. It was a wicked thrill. This naughty tremble rippled through my body. My cunt clenched as we nursed and sucked.

“You two are so wicked,” moaned Tonya. “Ooh, this has been a fantastic weekend.”

It had been. Daddy had become mayor and now he was going to take Tonya’s virginity. At least her hetero cherry. My tongue darted around her nub. I caressed her. I sucked on her. My cheeks hollowed as I loved her. My hand stroked down her stomach as we played with her body.

I brushed her mother’s hand. We both were heading to the same place. Our hands pressed lower and lower, crossing Tonya’s belly. She gasped and moaned, squirming on the bed. Her moans sang through the room. Then we reached her bush, Tonya’s silky pubic hairs.

“You two are spoiling me,” Tonya groaned.

Our hands cupped her pussy. We caressed her. We rubbed against her hot flesh. Her body shuddered as our fingers played with her naughty snatch. My fingers found the entrance of her pussy and shoved in.

Soon, my daddy’s cock would be in here.

My friend moaned as my fingers sank into her twat. I sucked on her nipple as she shuddered on the bed. Her head tossed back and forth. Her moans sang through the bedroom. Her legs twitched and then squeezed around my hand, her mother’s rubbing at her snatch.

“Mom! Becky!” Tonya whimpered. Her hand ran through my hair then grabbed my braid. She gripped it as I sucked on her nipple, my pussy growing hotter and hotter as I fingered her twat.

She felt so juicy. So hot and wet. This hunger surged through me. I popped my mouth off her nipple as her cunt squeezed around my cunt. Her juices soaked my digits. My tongue flicked across my lips and then I slid down the bed.

“Ooh, yes!” Mrs. Alberts said, her eyes following me. “I was thinking the same thing.”

“We’re just vibing,” I moaned.

Tonya’s hand slid down my braid as I moved lower. She gripped the end as I settled between her thighs. A moment later, her mother joined me. The older woman’s shoulders rubbed against mine, a wicked smile on her lips.

I pulled my fingers out of Tonya’s pussy and shoved them into her mother’s mouth. “Just a little taste,” I purred. She sucked. “Mmm, you love the taste of your daughter’s pussy.”

She moaned.

“She’s such a naughty mommy,” groaned Tonya.

I pulled my fingers out of Mrs. Alberts mouth. Then we both leaned down and nuzzled into the girl’s pussy. She licked and lapped at the hot folds. Our cheeks rubbed together as we feasted on her daughter. We devoured her.

Our tongues caressed each other as we lapped at Tonya’s cunt. Her tangy juices soaked my lips. That wonderful flavor, almost as good as my mother’s or my sister’s pussy, shuddered through me. Such joy surged through me as my tongue darted into Tonya’s pussy.

Daddy would be in this pussy soon.

Mrs. Alberts attacked her daughter’s clit. The older woman sucked on that bud, making her daughter shudder. Tonya’s pussy clenched around my tongue as she shuddered. I whimpered, my hips wiggling, rubbing against the older woman’s flesh.

Her mother’s hand fell on my rump. She caressed me, cupping my butt-cheek. She squeezed me. Then her naughty fingers dipped into my crack. I shuddered, my pussy clenching as her fingers slid down and found my asshole.

“Mrs. Alberts!” I moaned as the finger caressed my sphincter, tracing around my anal ring.

The MILF purred around her daughter’s clit.

I gasped into Tonya’s pussy as her mother thrust her fingers into my rear. I groaned as two digits pressed into my asshole. My anal ring stretched around them, this velvety heat melting down to my pussy as she penetrated deeper and deeper into my bowels.

I thrust my tongue deep into Tonya’s pussy as the pleasure rippled through me. My pussy clenched. Juices soaked my bush. The cream trickled down my thighs. My clit throbbed and pulsed. I whimpered as the MILF’s fingers plundered my asshole.

My hand found Mrs. Albert’s stomach as I pleasured her daughter. I slid down the MILF’s belly, the fingers still wet from her mouth. I pressed into her bush. Her silky hairs caressed me. I pressed up between her thighs. I caressed her hot flesh. She whimpered around her daughter’s clit. My tongue swirled around inside of Tonya.

I thrust my fingers into Mrs. Albert’s pussy.

We were all moaning, pleasing each other. My fingers pumped in and out of the MILF’s juicy pussy. Her married flesh squeezed around my digits while she thrust a third finger into my asshole. I gasped, my sphincter stretching. My cunt drank on the juicy heat of the velvety delight of her digits. My tongue caressed Tonya’s pussy as she gripped my braid.

“Oh, yes, yes!” Tonya moaned. “Becky! Mom! Ooh, that’s so nice! I’m going to cream your faces.”

“Mmm, do that, honey,” her mother purred.

I thrust a third finger into the MILF’s pussy. Her juices coated my fingers. Her cream dribbled down my hand past my elbow. She pumped her digits in and out of my bowels. That wonderful, velvety heat swelled and swelled my orgasm.

“Cum, Tonya!” I moaned, my own delight building. My hips wiggled, my asshole clenching about those digits.

“Yes, yes, cream our faces!” the MILF moaned, her pussy growing hotter and hotter about my fingers.

My thumb found her clit. I massaged the married woman’s bud. She gasped and moaned around her daughter’s clit. Her fingers thrust faster into my asshole. That wonderful friction melted my pussy. More and more of my cream flooded out of me.

Tonya gasped out in rapture. Her small breasts jiggled as she bucked on the bed. The springs creaked beneath her as she cried out in rapture. Her moans echoed around the room. Her face twisted in pleasure as she bucked on the bed.

I licked and lapped at her cunt. I gathered up all the juices flooding out of her. It was such a treat to enjoy. A wonderful passion. Her juices coated my lips and mouth. My fingers frigged her mother’s cunt faster and faster. Her digits plunged into my asshole with intensity.

“Oh, yes, that’s it!” howled Tonya. “You two spoil me. I love you both!”

“I love you!” I moaned, so glad my heart could hold affection for my daddy, my mom, and my best friend.

My orgasm exploded through me. My asshole writhed around Mrs. Albert’s fingers. Pussy juices gushed down her thighs. My own hot cream poured out of my twat. I moaned into Tonya’s pussy as the stars burst across my eyes.

Waves of delight washed into my mind. It spilled over my thoughts. I feasted on delicious snatch as I savored this naughty moment with mother and daughter. My fingers plunged deep into Mrs. Alberts’s cunt while my thumb massaged her clit.

“Oh, you’re so beautiful, Tonya!” Mrs. Alberts moaned as she joined us.

Her pussy convulsed around my fingers.

We all gasped and moaned. I groaned, Tonya’s tangy pussy cream soaking my lips. That flavor spilling over my mouth. I smiled as both my lovers cried out in delight. We were going to have so much fun with my parents.

I couldn’t wait.

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

Steve Davies

Linda slipped off my lap with a stiffness as she stared at the newcomer. The brawny angel loomed over us. His physique was sculpted like a bodybuilder, and his black hair was cut short. He looked like a warrior. Power radiated from Sandalphon. I swallowed as his diamond eyes stared at me with such intensity. I had never felt anything like this.

Such strength of purpose. His will felt adamant.

I rose from my chair, my two angels, Anael and Jophiel, kneeling on the ground, both trembling. This angel terrified them. I could understand why. The Anime girls who’d previously been lounging around the room straightened their backs.

I felt the bead of sweat rolling down my forehead.

Linda trembled beside me, trying to look unphased, but her naked breasts swayed. I wanted to take her hand, to hold her, but I had this angel before me. I felt a challenge in him. I didn’t want to appear weak even as this pressure squeezed my throat.

“What are the words of the Most High,” I managed to say without croaking.

“You have pushed the boundaries too far, Steve Davies,” the angel answered, his voice booming. “This is your one warning. The angels are His servants. If you use Anael’s and Jophiel’s knowledge of their fellow servants to claim more to increase your power, know that my blade will find your flesh.”

A flaming sword burst into existence in his hand. He held it low, not threatening, but I could feel the heat rippling from the sword. The flames crackled, the steel blade glowing cherry-red. It hurt to look at, like staring at the sun.

I swallowed. “And… editing reality? Am I allowed to…”

“You were given that ability.” His sword scraped across the carpet, the fabric smoldering as he cut a line. “This is your limit, mortal. Do not cross it. Rebellion has never ended well.”

Before I could answer, he became light and shot upward. The crack of his flames ended, a silence descending across the room. Linda suddenly grabbed my arm. She clutched it, her entire body trembling. She pressed her face into my shoulder, sucking in deep breaths.

“Jesus,” I panted, the weight leaving my chest. My legs felt watery. The man’s presence… He felt like a one-man army.

“Who was that?” Linda asked, her voice croaking.

“An angel you do not mess with, my Lady,” Anael said. I edited my wife so she could see the angels. At least when time wasn’t paused. “He has no mercy. He will carry out the Most High’s will no matter the cost.”

“He is the Angel of Might and Power,” Jophiel said, her voice sounding brittle. “My Lord, he guarded the Gates of Eden.”

I nodded. The flaming sword…

“It was he who smote Sodom and Gomorrah and who delivered the plagues upon Egypt,” Jophiel said.

“That’s the Angel of Death?” I groaned. “I thought that was another angel. It was…”

“Azrael and Samael have both been attributed as being the Ha-Mashhit, the Destroying Angel,” Jophiel said. “Angel of Death is a mistranslation. Mortals do not always get things right, my Lord. Humans see imperfectly. Sandalphon carries out the Most High’s justice. He is gifted Might and Power to unleash the Most High’s righteous destruction.”

“What’s his secret name?” my wife croaked.

“Linda!” I gasped. “He just warned us not to do anything like that.”

“I do not know it,” Jophiel said.

Anael shook her head. “He’s like our boss’s boss. I know angels my level, a few above, but… Not his.”

“I would advise against researching it,” Jophiel said.

“Of course,” I said, sinking down on the chair and pulling my wife onto my lap. “I still have my powers. I don’t need more.”

“Yeah,” Linda said, shifting. “A shame… Imagine how we could make the world into paradise. Two cities a day… It will take time.”

“The right cities,” I said, leaning back. My own town of Rainier for sure. Olympia next? The capital of Washington State would give power. And why not Washington, D.C.?

Should I go for that first, or build support. Lawmakers were where power lay. That was where political power gathered. There were a few other cities that also needed fixing, New York, Los Angeles, Chicago. In a month, what could I do?

I had thinking to do and… I needed to get out of here. I was still shaking. “Let’s go home.”

“Yeah,” Linda said.

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

James Davies

The door opened as my cum fired into Orihime’s pussy. It spilled my jizz into her pussy as I cringed, my parents entering the house from the garage door that led into the kitchen. I groaned as they swept into the orgy raging, Sam and her friends eating each other’s pussy, many of the girls I’d created fingering their twats as they watched.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Orihime moaned. “Flood my pussy with all your cum!”

I groaned as my parents entered. My mother flicked her eyes over the room. I wanted to melt away. I wasn’t like my sisters. I wasn’t into my mother. I liked girls young and nubile, barely legal and delicious. My dick fired the last blast of cum into Orihime’s pussy as I groaned.

“Well, well, I see you are having fun,” Mom said, a smirk on her lips.

“Just celebrating Daddy’s victory,” Sam, my little sister, moaned between licks. She still ate her friends, the four of them moaning and gasping. The created girls pulled their fingers from their pussies and bowed or curtsied, Zelda trying her best, naked, her breasts swaying and her pointed ears twitching.

“Well, Sam, your friends can stay the night if they wish,” Mom said. “I know your father and I could use the distraction.”

Beside me, Ruri buried her face into my shoulder, her nude body pressed tight to my chest. She didn’t want to be seen naked by my parents. Orihime shuddered, her pussy writhing a final time. Then she rolled off of me and my cum spilled out of her pussy.

“Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Davies,” Orihime said. She had no shame.

“Oh, well, the way you live with our son,” Mom said, “you can call us by our first names. Or just mom and dad. Soon, you’re going to make us grandparents.”

“I already have that covered,” Sam moaned.

The other girls giggled with her.

“Um, Sam, James, can we speak to you in my office?” Dad said.

My cheeks burned even more. “Yeah.”

I wanted to melt away. This was so embarrassing. My parents crossed the living room, stepping around my sister’s daisy chain. They entered his office. I scrambled to find my clothes. I had to get dressed. They were supposed to be celebrating at the office all night. Dad had that secretary to bang, Imogene was cute, and I left some hot created girls behind to distract him. He didn’t recognize which properties they came from, but he recognized their beauty.

And Mom loved hot girls.

I pulled up my pants over my legs. Ruri was beside me, scrambling to find her own clothing. We both got dressed fast. Sam squealed while I did it, cumming with her friends, just having a good time. She was such a bold girl. Wild. Always a tomboy, even when it came to her pussy eating.

I pulled on my t-shirt and stared at the office door. What did my parents want to talk to me about? My stomach roiled. My sister panted and then bounded to her feet, a bright smile on her face framed by her short, fiery hair. She had cream glistening on her lips.

“Come on, bro,” she said, racing beside me, not caring she was naked and flushed. “Let’s go. Maybe you can watch as Daddy bangs me. He can teach you how to please your two girls.”

“He knows how to please us!” Orihime said, stretching her back. Her large tits swayed. “Right, Ruri?”

Ruri groaned and buried her face in her hands, her bluish-purple pigtails swaying about her face.

“Yep, she just won’t admit it,” Orihime said, pulling Ruri to her. “Here, suck on my nipple. That’ll make you feel better.”

“Idiot,” groaned Ruri.

Sam opened the office door. “Come on, Bro. Mom can teach you to eat pussy better. Just watch her go down on me.”

“I won that contest,” I said, heading after. I pushed up my glasses. I hated being called into my dad’s study.

Dad sat down on his chair, Mom perched on his desk. She had this coquettish look about her despite her age, her auburn hair tousled. They had been having fun. Her legs were crossed. Sam threw herself onto Dad’s lap. She squirmed on him and kissed him on the mouth, unashamed of her incestuous love for him.

“What’s up?” I asked, closing the door behind me.

Dad broke the kiss. He pulled out his phone and set it down. “So I have this app.”

My brow furrowed as my father said the craziest things that I had ever heard. If it hadn’t come from my father, if my mother wasn’t nodding her head, I wouldn’t have believed it. And yet… I could make girls that I drew with my special Coptic marker. I had powers that bent reality, powers that my father had given me.

“Damn,” I groaned when he finished.

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

Steve Davies

Sam stared at me in shock. This was all new to her. I figured as much. While in the old timeline, when Seth had his powers, I had to come clean to Sam. As part of Seth’s plan to keep me off-balanced while he prepared his trap, he caused problems with both my daughters. He had led Sam to realize that I had powers and she was afraid I had made her love me. She’d acted out, gotten in trouble at the college, and I had come clean.

Then all of Seth’s changes were reset. She never had that emotional pain.

“Damn,” James said again. He rubbed his hand. “Well, it’s good to know why I can create girls.”

“And I want you to keep using that to help us,” I said.

“And not just to supply your father a host of new women for him to enjoy,” Linda said, smiling at her son.

James groaned, his embarrassment making me squirm with second-hand discomfort.

“They’ll be important,” I said. “They’re people we can trust. People I don’t have to edit not to cause us problems. I’m going to put them to work at city hall.”

“I mean, I can make more,” James said. “There’s plenty of girls that I haven’t drawn.”

“You can make some older women, too,” Linda said. “More mature beauties.”

“There’s a few of those,” James said.

“You see, we’re going to change the world,” I said. “I need you and Sam and Becky’s support.”

“You have it, Daddy!” Sam moaned. She threw her arms around my neck. She kissed me on my mouth. Her tongue thrust into my mouth. Her tongue danced with mine. She squirmed on my lap. She rubbed against me. Her tush rubbed against my cock.

I held my daughter, so happy to have her support. Her tongue danced with mine. My wife giggled while I felt James squirming. I broke the kiss with Sam and, without looking at James, said, “Want to ride my cock, Sam?”

“You have to show James how to fuck a girl,” Sam said.

James groaned. “Can I go?”

A knock wrapped on the door before I could answer. Then the door opened and a red-haired, petite girl, her skin possessing a faint gold-green tinge. She had acorn earrings that seemed to chime as her head moved. “Dinner’s ready.”

“Thanks, Ce’Nedra,” James said and fled the office.

Sam burst into wicked giggles. Then her stomach rumbled.

“Let’s eat dinner, then we can have some fun,” I told her, giving her thigh a hard squeeze.

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

Sam Davies

An hour after dinner, I was in bed with my parents. My friends were downstairs, having their own fun with the anime girls. Those that were out. Most were kept in their pages, sleeping until James called them out. He rotated them, keeping about five around to help around the house and to look hot.

He was such a perv.

It ran in the family.

I squirmed on the bed, rubbing my pregnant stomach. My hands caressed over my belly even though I wouldn’t start showing for at least twelve weeks, and more likely sixteen. That was months away. I couldn’t wait until the entire world knew I was preggers.

Bred by my daddy.

I shuddered as my parents came to bed. They both had a tension about them I’d noticed over dinner. They were looking at each other. Daddy’s shoulders were a little tight. It wasn’t just coming clean about their powers. There was something else.

If it was important, they would tell me. I planned on just easing all their burdens. I would please them, love them, feast on them. They would have such a lovely time with me. I licked my lips as they stripped naked.

I rubbed my pussy, watching Mommy’s breasts come into view. They were large and soft, swaying with her steps. She had such great tits, maintaining a youthful perkiness. I grinned. I bet Daddy edited her to have big boobs, but I was glad he kept mine small and perky.

“Daddy,” I said. “Did you change anything about me?”

“I tweaked you to like wearing skirts,” he said as he pulled off his tie.

“Why wouldn’t I wear skirts?” I asked, blinking. “They’re so cute and fun and flirty. They show off my sexy legs.”

“And I made your bowels a little special. It’s why you don’t need lube for anal.”

“Naughty!” I said, my asshole clenching. “Mmm, then you just have to fuck me up the ass, Daddy.”

“I will,” he said, licking his lips.

“Your daddy has to eat that tight, young pussy out,” purred Mom. “He’s gotten a taste for barely legal cunt since gaining his powers.”

I giggled and spread my thighs. “Whenever you need it, my preggers pussy is ready for you to devour.”

Mom laughed as she crawled onto the bed, her breasts swaying before her, her auburn hair spilling around her face. Her green eyes sparkled as she reached me. She cupped my little breasts. She massaged them as I watched Daddy strip.

His shirt came off. I groaned at how fit he was. A sexy, older man. He had dark hair, with a touch of gray that just made him look so dignified. Then he thrust down his slacks, his cock tenting his boxers. My asshole tingled in anticipation.

Mommy leaned over and engulfed my nipple. I groaned at the incestuous thrill racing through me from her suckling. I groaned, my heart pounding. This wicked delight swept through my body. I groaned, my cunt clenching, my heart pounding in my chest. I licked my lips, so eager for Daddy to join the fun.

“Let’s see that big dick!” I shouted like I was at a college basketball game.

Mommy giggled around my nipple.

Daddy shook his head. Then he shoved down his boxers and growled, “What a little hellion you are.”

“Mmm, I am,” I moaned, my eyes fixated on that big dick bouncing before him. I licked my lips, aching for him to be in me. “I have this naughty, juicy pussy just waiting for you to feast upon. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

Daddy grinned at me while Mommy sucked hard on my nipple. Delight raced down to my pussy. My cunt clenched, a wave of wicked heat rushing out of my flesh. Daddy advanced on the bed. That tension I noticed in him melting away as he mounted it. He had such a look of hunger in his eyes. He wanted to do such naughty, wicked, kinky things to me.

I was so ready for it. I shuddered, my heart thundering in my chest as he mounted the bed. His cock bobbed before him, swaying hard, twitching and throbbing with the beat of his heart. I wanted to swoon. He was such a sexy man.

“Come eat my naughty snatch, Daddy!” I moaned. “I know how much you love the taste of my juicy cootch.”

He licked his chops and I shuddered. Yeah, he loved the taste. He was such a pussy-licking fiend. Just going to town on my naughty twat. My heart beat faster and faster as his cock swayed before him. It throbbed and pulsed with his heartbeat.

I shuddered, my breath quickening. He climbed onto the bed. His hands grabbed my thighs, so strong. A shiver ran up me. I groaned, my hand spasming, twitching, brushing Mom’s heavy breast. I grabbed her tit, squeezing it as Daddy’s touch slid higher and higher up my flesh towards my shaved twat.

I had all my friends eating my pussy today, and I’d tribbed with the sexy Zelda. My twat had enjoyed so much delight, but this, my daddy eating me, was the best treat of them all. He licked his lips, staring at my pussy.

“Oh, such a naughty mayor,” I moaned. “Taking advantage of your young daughter.”

Mommy giggled around my nipple. The buzzing delight shot down to my pussy.

“I don’t recall twisting your arm, kumquat,” Daddy said, staring up my body at me. “You were quite a willing participant.”

I winked at him. “That’s because I’m such a kinky slut.”

Daddy laughed. “You were having sex with your friends before I ever edited you.”

That was wonderful to hear.

With a growl, he buried his face into my pussy. I gasped at the rough contact of his stubble on my shaved lips. That wonderful feeling of a man eating my twat. My man. My wonderful, amazing Daddy. His tongue lapped through my petals, teasing me, licking up my juices while Mommy played with my tits. She sucked on my nipple and squeezed my small breasts.

My fingers dug into her heavy boobs.

The pleasure rippled through me, stirred to life by Daddy’s tongue. He knew just where to lick and lap to make me squirm and groan. My heart pumped rapture through my veins as I squirmed. My toes curled every time Daddy brushed my clit.

He teased my little bud.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned. So lucky to have my parents. They were amazing. My head tossed back and forth as Daddy thrust his tongue into my deflowered depths.

Into my pregnant pussy.

I carried his baby. The incestuous joining of our flesh. It was so wonderfully wrong. He was my father. I treasured the feel of his tongue darting through my folds. Licking. Lapping. He teased me. He drove me wild. I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest as he licked and lapped at me. This pleasure surged through me. I squirmed on the bed, my heart pumping wild delight through my veins.

My head tossed back and forth. My thighs squeezed about his face. I groaned, humping against him. The bliss rippled through my veins. I groaned, my heart beating faster and faster. My eyes fluttered as the delight surged through me.

It was such an incredible passion he shared with me. My daddy loved my pussy while my mommy loved my nipple.

“Oh, yes, yes!” I gasped, my orgasm building and building. “Oh, Daddy. Yes, yes, get that tongue in me. Lick out all the juices. Ooh, just like that. Work that tongue into me. Right there! Yes, yes, right there!”

Mom sucked harder on my nub. She nursed on it while Daddy pumped his tongue in and out of my pussy. He thrust it fast and hard, churning me up. It was such a wicked delight to experience. I groaned, my heart pumping the bliss through my body.

My orgasm swelled and swelled. I came closer and closer to exploding. To that wonderful moment of rapture. My eyes squeezed shut. My body bucked. The bliss swelled and swelled. I gasped, squirming on the bed.

“Daddy! Mommy!”

“Mmm, make our little girl cum,” Mommy groaned, her lips slipping off my nipple. She flicked my nub with her tongue, her fingers pinching the other. She twisted it, making my back arch.

“Yes, yes, do that, Daddy!” I gasped. “Mommy always has the best ideas.”

Daddy chuckled then he sucked on my clit.

My eyes widened. My pussy clenched, aching to be filled. I squirmed on the bed, the sheets rubbing into my back and rump. The pleasure built and built in me. I came closer and closer to exploding in rapture. I groaned, loving every moment of it. My eyes squeezed shut, the stars dancing across the darkness.

Mom sucked hard on my nipple. She pinched the other.

Delight shot down to my pussy. To my clit throbbing in Daddy’s hot lips.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I howled as my orgasm exploded through me.

I bucked on the bed, the pleasure rushing through my body. That wonderful delight surged and pulsed through me. Stars exploded across my vision. My head tossed back and forth. I groaned, squeezing my thighs around Daddy’s head, gripping him as the bliss raged through me. It was such an amazing treat. A wonderful experience to enjoy.

Mommy sucked hard on my nipple as Daddy lapped up my cream. I smelled my hot cunt, that tart musk mixed with a spicy hue. Mommy’s naughty twat. I shuddered, squeezing her tits as my body rippled through such amazing bliss.

“You both area amazing!” I howled. “I want to eat your pussy, Mommy, while Daddy fucks me up the ass!”

“Mmm, what a delicious treat you are,” Mommy purred.

My mom kissed me hard on the mouth. She pinched my nipple while her tongue thrust past my lips. I loved it. I groaned as I trembled, our tongues dueling. Daddy lapped at my snatch, my orgasm hitting that wonderful plateau of rapture.

Then it died into buzzing bliss, my asshole tingling.

“I need to be fucked in the butt!” I declared after breaking the kiss with Mommy.

She laughed. “Mmm, Steve, honey, how can you say no to that?”

Daddy lifted his face, my cream staining his lips and chin, and said, “I can’t.”

“I know, you just spoil me!” I declared.

I sat up and then pushed Mommy onto her back. I grinned at her, lush and beautiful. I hoped to be as hot as her when I was her age, though my tits better not get that big. I liked my small boobies. So did Daddy. He had enough big-titty women in his life since Becky had inherited our mother’s bust.

Squeezing Mom’s breasts, I squirmed down her body to kneel between her spread thighs. I played with her titties as I stared down at the dark-red hair soaked by her excitement. Her spicy musk filled my nose, my mouth watering in delight.

“Sam!” Mom groaned as I buried my face into her pussy. I nuzzled into her hot flesh, licking and lapping. I caressed her. Teased her. I enjoyed every moment of nuzzling into her body. It was the best thing in the world.

I savored every bit of it.

My tongue licked and lapped through her folds. I tongued her, ate her, devoured every bit of her pussy. I fluttered against her with such feverish excitement, eager for Daddy to fuck my asshole. I loved anal. And since I was bred, Daddy could enjoy sodomizing me as much as I wanted.

Once I gave birth, though, he’d have to breed me again. I just wanted to have all my daddy’s babies. “Daddy,” I purred, an idea popping it my head. “Can you edit me again?”

“Sure,” he said, moving behind me. “What do you want?”

“To always have my sexy, petite build no matter how many babies I have with you. I don’t want any stretch marks or for my tits to get all saggy. I want to be your sexy tomboy forever!”

“Damn,” he groaned. “Deal.”

I shuddered as his cock nudged between the cheeks of my ass. He rubbed against them, making me tremble and shudder. I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest as he slid his cock up to my sphincter. He nuzzled against me, making me ache and throb. I groaned, trembling, my fingers digging into Mommy’s breasts as I waited for that wonderful moment of penetration.

Daddy rammed his cock into me.

My asshole surrendered with ease. I groaned as he spread me open. His cock thrust into my depths. He filled me up. It was such an incredible treat to feel his cock sliding with ease into my asshole. No lube necessary. Velvety delight surged through me.

“Yes!” I groaned as my daddy sodomized me.

I plunged my tongue into Mommy’s pussy. I swirled around in the hole that had birthed me. I savored the spicy flavor soaking my tongue. My bowels clenched around Daddy’s cock as he drew back, the velvety friction heating up my pussy.

Daddy’s hands stroked my body as he rammed back into me. His hands roamed up and down my sides and caressed over my back as he reamed my asshole. He buried his dick into me again and again. He pounded my naughty bowels with all his passion.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned into Mommy’s cunt.

“Mmm, sodomize our little girl,” moaned Mommy, her body shifting, her pussy clenching around me. Her silky pubic hairs rubbed into my cheeks and chin, tickling me as I ate her. “She’s got her tongue so deep into my twat.

“She loves making you cum,” Daddy groaned.

“Especially with your dick up my asshole!” I moaned, my bowels squeezing around his cock. “Ooh, yes, yes, ram that cock into me, Daddy! Fuck me hard!”

He pounded me with powerful strokes. His cock filled me again and again. He thrust hard into me. I shuddered, my heart thundering in my chest. This wicked passion filled me over and over as he reamed me.

My eyes squeezed shut as my hands massaged Mommy’s boobs. I squeezed and kneaded them, my tongue fucking in and out of her pussy. I matched Daddy’s rhythm, my bowels clenching on his dick. The velvety friction built and built my orgasm.

He grunted and groaned as he thrust into me. He used my asshole while I pleased Mommy. Both my parents panted and moaned. They used me for their incestuous pleasure. And I loved it. I was so glad to be in their bed.

To be with them.

My nose rubbed into Mom’s clit. Her boobs jiggled in my hand as she squirmed. Daddy’s big cock reamed into my asshole hard. His heavy balls smacked into my taint. The powerful thrusts sent heat to my pussy, melting my cunt. Juices dribbled down my thighs.

Mommy’s cream coated my face. I wiggled my tongue through her, my fingers sliding up her breasts. I found both her nipples. I grabbed those fat nubs and twisted them. Her thighs tightened about my face as he cried out in rapture.

“Yes, yes, yes, Sam!” she moaned. “You’re such a teasing daughter. Ooh, keep doing that. I’m going to cum on your face.”

“Make your mother cum, Sam!” Daddy growled as he buried into me.

My bowels squeezed around his cock. “Yes, Daddy!”

His wonderful hands slid around my body. He found my little breasts. He cupped them. Massaged them. He made me tremble. I groaned, my eyes squeezing shut as the pleasure surged through me. My cunt squeezed around him, tightening on his thrusting cock. The pleasure swelled in me. This mighty delight that would explode from my pussy.

I couldn’t wait for that moment. For that delight. My heart pounded in my chest, pumping hot blood through my veins. I sucked on Mommy’s clit, her juices soaking my chin. She shuddered, humping against me while Daddy massaged my nipples. I twisted hers.

“Damn!” Daddy grunted, burying into me over and over. “Oh, damn, that’s good. Oh, yes, yes.”

The pleasure swelled and swelled. His cock brought me closer and closer to cumming. His fingers twisted my nipples now. Delight sparked down to my pussy. My cunt clenched, envying my asshole. Juices trickled over my hot flesh, teasing my clit.

Then mom bucked. Her tits jiggled in my hands. Her spicy cream gushed out of her, bathing my face. Her passion cried out through the room. Daddy groaned as he hammered my asshole. I lapped up her juices, delight racing through me.

“Oh, our baby girl made me cum!” moaned Mommy. “Yes, yes, Steve! She’s given me so much.”

“She’s amazing!” Daddy growled and slammed deep into my bowels.

The friction melted out of my asshole and reached that growing pressure. It was the last sensation I needed. My orgasm exploded through me. My bowels writhed around his incestuous shaft. He filled me to the hilt with his cock as he buried over and over into me. His balls smacked into my taint.

“Cum in me!” I moaned. “Give me your jizz, Daddy!”

“Yes!” he growled and buried into me. His cock rammed to the hilt in my body. His cum fired into my bowels. It was incredible. I savored those hot jets of incestuous jizz flooding my body. “Sam!”

“Daddy!”

“My baby girl!”

Rapture slammed through my body as we all gasped and moaned. The three of us shared our taboo love. My asshole milked Daddy’s cock while the ecstasy blazed through my mind. I squeezed Mommy’s tits and moaned into her pussy. I rubbed my face into her silky bush and hot twat. Her cream bathed me, coated me. Her spicy fragrance filled my nose.

My Daddy caused this all to happen with his amazing powers. He controlled reality itself. It was awesome.

“I love you both so much!” I howled as Daddy dumped the last of his cum into my asshole.

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Linda Davies

Sandalphon…

That name echoed against my mind. My husband had all this power, would finally make things amazing, and then this new angel showed up to stop him. I thought Steve had the right to do anything. To edit the world, and now there was a rule. It wasn’t fair. The app let him edit Anael and Jophiel into loving him and serving him.

How could that be wrong?

Unless this was another game. The Most High seemed to like to watch us squirm like we were only entertainment to him. What if Sandalphon was merely the next opponent? If we could figure out how to neutralize him…

If we could uncover his secret name…

I shuddered, just imagining how controlling an angel as powerful as Sandalphon would change the app. How much could my husband edit then? How much power would he have? I shuddered as I snuggled up beside him, Sam on the other side of my husband, sleeping like an angel herself.

If Steve had that power, he could rewrite the whole world. I trembled, just imagining it. There had to be a way to find out Sandalphon’s name. It had to be out there, buried in the lore about him. I would do my research.

I would find his name.

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Shining One, O Star of the Morning and Lord of the Heavens, a weakness has appeared in the mortal realm. An opportunity.

Which is, Accuser?

The wife of the Editor. I sense that she can be tempted. I petition to test her. To see what she shall do. I declare that she is full of desire for power. That she shall defy the words of the Most High in furtherance of her selfish wants.

Interesting. Who do you want to be your advocate?

Lilith.

Approved. Let us see the true character of this Mortal, Accuser.

To be continued…

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A naughty mommy-succubus has one wild parent-teacher conference!

Summoning My Succubus Mother

Chapter Five: Mommy-Succubus’s Teacher Conference

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2021

Note: This is based off a one-off story was commissioned by a fan!

“Huh, my mom wants me to wait in a safe place,” I said. She was really freaked out about Mrs. Spartan being a witch.

Just what would witches do to me?

A day ago, I was a normal college student with a single mother that all my friends thought was the hottest MILF. Now, I was the son of a succubus which made me into something called a cambion. Witches wanted to use me, every girl wanted to fuck me, and if I bred them, they became my girlfriend like Abby and Brenda had. Now I had Linda glomming onto me, wanting to fuck me.

“I know a perfect place,” Linda said and dragged me down the hallway, passing girls that all stared at me with such hunger in their eyes.

“Hey, Henry,” Veronica said, her black hair falling in waves around her face. “You looking to hang out after classes? My mom’s home. We could have a threesome.”

“Shit,” I groaned, my dick throbbing while my ass burned from being spanked hard by Mrs. Spartan last period. She wasn’t happy that Izolde and Brenda were blowing me in class.

Busty Molly thrust out her tits. “Mmm, I got a sister. Think she’s a virgin. Come and hang out with me. I’ll eat her out for you. Get her nice and ready for that big dick.”

“Damn,” I groaned, Linda still dragging me down the side of the hallway.

“Ditch that skinny White bitch,” a Black girl I didn’t even know said. She had her hair in braids, her body curvy. “Mmm, I’ll lick your asshole for you. She willing to do that?”

“Yes!” Linda said, her eyes on fire.

“Oh, my, Henry,” Mrs. Smith called. I had her last year for English. “Why don’t you come to my classroom. I could use my pussy eaten out. I know you want me.”

“He’s good,” Linda said.

“Yeah, he doesn’t need your pussy,” Abby said as she appeared out of the crowd and glommed onto my free arm. My first girlfriend’s bright, green eyes sparkled as she rubbed against me. Her red hair spilled about her face. “Mmm, hey, baby.”

“Hey,” I said and then kissed her. She was mine, already pregnant with my child. It happened only an hour ago, but that was enough to bond her to me.

“Oh, I have to share you?” Linda asked, still tugging me along.

“She’s my girlfriend,” I said when Abby broke the kiss. “I mean, I kinda have to let her, right?”

“Yes, you do,” Abby cooed. “So, where are we going?”

“Bathroom,” said Linda. “We have to take him someplace safe. His mom said so or something.”

“Oh, your mom rocks,” Abby moaned. “Mmm, it was so hot nursing from her. I can’t wait to come home with you and spend all night with you and her, the group of us just fucking.”

“And Brenda, I guess,” I said. “She’s my girlfriend, too.”

“Oh, hot,” gasped Abby. “You hear that, Linda? Henry’s got two girls. How hot is that.”

“So hot,” Linda said and then pulled me into the girl’s bathroom.

“Wait, I can’t go in there!” I gasped as Linda pulled me through. I didn’t even really try to stop her. I don’t know why, but I was just so bad at saying no to these girls. It was like I just wanted to do what they wanted. Make them happy.

That was getting me into all sorts of trouble.

The moment we were in there, Linda kissed me. Her tongue thrust into my mouth. I groaned, unable to believe this was happening. But it was. She had her tongue dancing around in my mouth. I groaned, loving the feel of her lips on mine.

“Ooh, this is hot,” Abby said. “Let’s fuck him hard.”

Linda broke the kiss and stepped back. “Oh, yes,” she moaned and peeled off her top. She had a red bra beneath cradling her round breasts. “I want you to pound me so hard, Henry. Fuck me.”

“Here?” I gasped. We were in the open. A girl walked in and gasped at the sight of us. “Not in a stall?”

“Isn’t it hotter where everyone can see us?” Linda asked and reached behind her. She unfastened her bra with deft skill and peeled it off. “God, I am so turned on. Licking your cum out of Brenda’s pussy was just the best.”

“Ooh, I bet it was,” Abby said, hugging me from behind. She slid her hands down my chest to my jeans. At the same time, she humped into my ass already aching from being spanked, reminding me of it. “You have to fuck Linda hard.”

“Okay,” I panted as Abby’s hands reached my crotch and squeezed my cock through my jeans and boxers. I ached so much. “I’ll fuck her hard.”

Linda had such fat nipples. They were thick and yet not long. They thrust up from her breasts. I licked my lips, wanting to suckle on one. Then Linda unsnapped her jeans, her zipper rasping down. Her sandy-blonde hair swayed about her face as she worked off her jeans. Her red panties appeared. Her thumbs hooked those and dragged them off all at the same time.

She had a blonde bush dripping with juices. The sweet scent of her cunt filled my nose. I groaned at the scent. The girls who came into the use of the bathroom were all gasping, seeing this wicked sight unfolding before them.

“Henry’s such a stud!”

“I hear he’s into moms. If you got a hot mom and are willing to do the nasty with her, he’ll do the nasty with both of you.”

“I got a hot mom! I can go down on her if it means getting to fuck that hot guy.”

“I have a hot mom, too,” Abby whispered as she unsnapped my jeans and pulled open my fly. “You want to watch me go down on her?”

“Yes,” I groaned. After enjoying my mommy-succubus, I really wanted to see that. I wanted to witness other girls getting it on with their moms.

“We’ll see what I can do,” Abby said and fished my cock out of my pocket. She stroked me as Linda worked her jeans and panties off, pulling her flats off in the process. She wore just a pair of frilly ankle socks. She hopped onto the sink and spread her legs wide. Her pussy lips peeked through her trimmed curls.

“Mmm, come fuck me,” she said, sliding her fingers through her bush to rub at her pussy lips. She thrust them into her cunt. “Just come thrust your dick right in here.”

“Ooh, do it,” Abby moaned. “I want to eat a creampie.”

“But where’s your diaphragm?” I asked. “Is it in your purse? Pop it in.”

“Oh, it’s at home,” said Linda. “I don’t bring it here with me.”

Abby pushed me forward while Linda snagged my cock and tugged me even closer. I stumbled between her legs, my cock rushing right towards her pussy. If I bred her, she would be another girl that was addicted to me for the rest of her life.

“Wait, wait, I thought you had birth control!” I gasped as she pressed my cock into her pussy.

“I do,” she cooed. “At home. Mmm, now just slide into me and fuck me hard. Cum in me. Abby wants to lick me clean.”

She pushed me into her cunt. Her hot pussy lips spread over my dick. I sank into her an inch. It was so wonderful to do. Then I remembered that my dick was still dirty from Brenda’s asshole. I had to stop this. I had to avoid cumming in her cunt.

“No, no, my dick was in Brenda’s butt,” I gasped. “It’s dirty. I can’t just fuck you.”

“Sure you can,” Linda moaned and wrapped her legs around my thighs. She pulled me into her cunt. “Let my pussy buff your dick clean of her asshole.”

“That’s hot,” Abby moaned. “Ass to pussy. Mmm, do it.” She pushed on my ass and shoved me the rest of the way into Linda’s tight and juicy cunt. “Buff that dick clean!”

“Yes, yes, yes,” groaned Linda. “Let my pussy clean your dick and then cum in me.”

“What if I get you pregnant?” I panted, her pussy feeling so amazing about me.

Abby hopped up on the counter beside Linda. The redhead slides her arm around Linda, saying, “God, wouldn’t it be hot if he bred you?”

“So hot,” moaned Linda and kissed Abby.

Their lips melted together. The blonde and the redhead kissing, my dirty dick buried in that hot, tight cunt. A fertile pussy. Unprotected. I could breed her. Just flood her and knock her up. She would be my girl then and…

My hips drew back all on their own. Pleasure shot down my cock to my balls. They brimmed with more of my seed. I was potent. I would flood her with so much that I was sure to knock her up. I had to stop this.

I thrust back into her, groaning, “Fuck!”

Linda moaned into Abby’s kiss, their tongues dancing together. I shuddered and pumped away at Linda’s cunt. I fucked the blonde with hard strokes, burying into her cunt over and over again with my dirty dick. Her juicy walls polished my cock.

I was helpless. A slave to these hot girls. If they snapped their fingers, I would obey. I just wanted to please them all. I knew this was wrong, that it was the succubus in me that had awakened after losing my virginity to Mom. It was magic. These girls had no control over themselves.

And yet I had no control, either.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I groaned, pumping away at Linda’s cunt with my filthy cock. Her pussy squeezed about me, polishing my pole. The pleasure swept through me. “Damn.”

“Oh, fuck me like that next, Henry!”

“Is that his name? I’m so wet right now. I’m soaking through my jeans.”

“Right?”

“Mmm, why do I have to be on the pill? I want to be bred?”

“Breed me!”

“I’m a virgin! I’m not on the pill! Breed me!”

“You don’t want a cherry. You want a girl that can fuck, Henry! You want me!”

“My mom’s hot! And she’s a whore! Fucking hate her, but I’ll eat her out for you, Henry!”

Abby broke the kiss into Linda’s mouth and groaned, “Mmm, aren’t you popular, stud.”

“It’s why you’re my girl,” I groaned, pumping away at Linda’s cunt, her pussy clenching down on me.

The redhead smiled. “You are a stud. You claimed me. Ooh, yes, yes, you knocked me up. I’m your baby momma. You know how hot that is.”

“Yes,” I groaned, my dick throbbing.

“I’m going to be your baby mama, too,” Linda moaned, her pussy clinging to my cock as I pumped away at her. “Nineteen-year-old baby mama! So hot!”

“Yes,” I panted, pumping into her hard.

Abby slid her arms around my neck and kissed me now. Her tongue thrust into my mouth as I buried over and over into Linda’s cunt. The pressure at the tip of my dick swelled and swelled. I rose towards that orgasm. The girls were still crowding the bathroom. Classes had already started, but they didn’t care.

They were under my spell.

And I was under Linda’s. The spell of her tight, hot, juicy cunt. She felt so amazing around me. I was too weak to pull out of her. I would make her obsessed with me for the rest of her life. I groaned into Abby’s kiss and plunged deep into Linda’s cunt.

“God, I’m going to cum,” Linda moaned.

My hands grabbed her tits as my tongue played with Abby’s. I kneaded Linda’s round breasts, digging my fingers into them. My tongue danced with Abby’s. I loved the taste of her as I buried into that hot, fertile cunt over and over again.

I knew I would breed her. I could feel that Linda was ovulating. Sense it. She wasn’t the only one. A watching girl was ovulating, too. I could breed her. I groaned and buried into Linda’s cunt. I shuddered as her pussy squeezed about me.

Then her fertile pussy spasmed. Convulsed. Writhed around me.

“Oh, fuck yes, cum in me!” Linda howled as she came on my dick. “Make me into a mother! Yes, yes, yes! Pump your baby-making spunk into me!”

“Breed me!” another girl gasped as I buried into Linda’s cunt, the pressure bursting at the tip of my dick.

I erupted in her as another girl gasped, “Come on, Henry, take my cherry and knock me up!”

Pleasure slammed through my body. I groaned into my kiss with Abby as I pumped spurt after spurt of cum into Linda’s cunt. Her twat rippled and writhed around me. She suckled at me as the pleasure slammed through my body and into my mind.

Stars erupted across my vision.

“Oh, my god, you’re breeding me, Henry!” Linda moaned.

And I was. I pumped spurt after spurt of my sperm into her cunt. I could feel them swimming through her. They were heading for her womb, passing through her cervix into her uterus. As I shuddered, erupting over and over again, I could feel them searching for her egg. They spread through her uterus and found her Fallopian tubes.

And one lucky sperm found her egg and went for it. My sperm weren’t like normal ones. It could take hours for them to work their way through an egg’s cell wall. My sperm did in a heartbeat. I felt the moment of conception.

Pleasure slammed into my mind as I bred Linda.

“I’m yours, Henry!” she moaned, her pussy rippling and writhing around my dick. “I love you so much! Yes, yes, yes!”

I shuddered as I spurted a final blast of cum into her bred pussy. I broke the kiss with Abby and moaned, “Sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” Linda groaned. “I’m your third girlfriend, aren’t I? You bred me.”

“Yes, you did, stud,” Abby said. “God, I want to lick her out. Your harem rules. Now get your cock out of her so I can eat her. You can fuck my pussy as I do it.”

“Yes, dear,” I panted and slid out of Linda, eager to do what Abby wanted.

“Oh, he’s such a good boy,” Linda moaned as I slid out of her. “Mmm, Henry, honey, you’re our good boy, aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” I panted, my dick twitching. “I am.”

The doors to the bathroom flew open. The girls crowding the entrance all gasped and then parted out of the way. My succubus mother strode through the gap. Now she was wearing a jean skirt so short that it barely covered anything. The bottom cheeks of her ass had to be peeking out. Her large boobs bounced in the tube top she wore, her nipples hard. Her black hair spilled around her face.

“My son is such a good boy,” she purred. “Right, Master.”

“Yes, Mommy,” I said.

“Your third girlfriend.” A big smile spread on her lips as she sauntered to me. Then she cupped my face. “I’m so proud of you, Henry.”

“Thanks, Mommy,” I said.

“And you’re okay.” I could feel something tingling around me. “She didn’t hurt you? This witch?”

“Mrs. Spartan,” I said. “And I’m fine. She just used my cum to make two girls into her lesbian lovers.”

“You’re hurt!” She released my hands and spun me around. She shoved my boxers down and gazed at my ass. “She spanked you!” Anger burned in her voice. “She spanked my good boy? How dare that bitch do that! Come with me. We’re going to teach this cunt a lesson.”

I pulled up my boxers and pants, fastening them as she marched forward. Linda and Abby scurried after me, Linda just holding her clothes, my cum leaking out of her pussy. From behind, I could see my mom’s asscheeks peeking out of the bottom of her skirt like I thought. She had a wicked way to her steps as she walked, her heels clicking.

I swallowed, my heart pounding. The girls were all giving me hot eyes but were intimidated by my mommy-succubus’s presence. She was exuding anger. The air positively rippled about her as she strode out on her heeled cowgirl boots.

She marched down the hallway, seeming to know where to go. The hallways were empty. Abby fell in on my right side and Linda on my left, her round breasts jiggling. Those nipples were hard and thrusting out.

“Wow, your mom is intense,” whispered Linda. “Does she approve of me being her daughter-in-law? I couldn’t tell?”

“Yes, I approve,” purred my mommy-succubus. “My Master deserves to have all the women he wants. Just so long as he remembers he owns me, and I have needs that come first.” She looked over her shoulder at me. “Right, Master.”

“Yes, Mommy!” I gasped. I was the master, and yet she still ruled my life. My dick throbbed in my pants.

I was a submissive. I might have the power to make any girl into my slut, but they would still rule my life. The women in my harem, my mommy-succubus, even complete strangers would get me to do things, and I would love it.

“This her classroom?” Mommy asked when she reached the door.

“Yes,” I panted.

“Spank my son! Only I discipline my little boy!” She grabbed the doorknob and ripped it open. As she marched into the classroom, her clothes melted from her like shadows. Leathery wings thrust from her back and spread wide. Her demonic tail thrust out from over her rump, thin and swishing, ending at that spade-like paddle. Horns peeked out of her black hair. A black whip spilled from my mother’s hand, the shadowy leather cord spilling on the floor. “You fucking bitch!”

Mrs. Spartan was in the midst of getting her cunt eaten out by Dominique. The Black girl was on her knees, feasting with noisy passion on the naked history professor’s cunt. Izolde, the first girl Mrs. Spartan had claimed, squeaked in fright and nearly fell off the desk that she had been sitting on and masturbating to the lesbian sight.

The history professor had a fit body, her breasts large and quivering. She still had her black hair in a bun. She shoved Dominique, the Black girl falling on her back, her breasts jiggling, her lips smeared with cunt cream.

“How dare you—” my mommy-succubus started to shout as Mrs. Spartan slid off her desk and raised her arms in a strange motion.

A golden bow flashed into appearance in her right hand, her left drawing back the string where a golden arrow now appeared. In a smooth motion, she pulled and released. In two seconds, she had done it and now an arrow hurtled at my mother.

Her whip flicked up. My mommy-succubus caught it and flicked her wrist, throwing the golden dart back at Mrs. Spartan. My teacher stepped to the side, the arrow flashing past her as she drew back her bow again to fire at my mother.

“Shit!” I gasped and pulled Abby and Linda to the ground, struggling to cover the two frightened girls with my body. An arrow soared over our heads and buried into the wall.

Wings flapped. Whip snapped. Arrows hissed from the bow as Mrs. Spartan retreated before my mother. I watched in awe as they moved so fast, their forms blurring from their speed. Dominique and Izolde grabbed each other, hugging tight.

Then my mommy-succubus had closed on Mrs. Spartan. The bow blurred into a golden sword that plunged at my mommy-succubus’s guts. Her right wing flapped hard, spinning her body to the side in a blur of motion. She grabbed the hand, twisted.

The sword flew from Mrs. Spartan’s grip. I had no idea what was going on here. Then my mommy-succubus flipped Mrs. Spartan over. The succubus’s tail grabbed the teacher’s left wrist, gripping it before my mommy dropped to her knees and planted her pussy on Mrs. Spartan’s mouth.

“Fuck her lesbians, Master!” Mommy shouted. She threw a glance over her shoulder at me, her long tongue flicking over her lips. Her breasts heaved, both nipples pierced by black rings. “Go back and forth between them. Do it now!”

“Yes, Mommy!” I gasped and obeyed, scrambling off my two girlfriends.

I rushed into the room to where purple-haired Izolde clutched to Dominique, ivory and ebony bodies pressed tight. I grabbed them and pushed them towards the professor’s desk. They gasped and fell on it, Izolde on top of Dominique, their shaved pussies close together, both dripping with their cream. A mix of aromas filled my nose.

My cock was so hard. My mommy-succubus was smothering Mrs. Spartan in pussy. I didn’t get what the hell was going on, but I was unzipping my pants as Izolde and Dominique clung together, clearly shaken up by what had happened.

I fumbled to unsnap my jeans and then Abby and Linda were on the other side of me. They attacked my fly, undoing the fastener and the zipper. It rasped down. They grabbed my cock, still wet with Linda’s pussy cream, and brought me to Dominique’s pussy.

“Fuck her hard, baby,” Abby moaned.

“Yes, yes, dear, fuck their pussies,” Linda groaned. “Your mom’s a fucking demon.”

“Succubus,” I groaned as the pink tip of my dick rubbed against Dominique’s dark, outer folds. Her inner depths gleamed, the same hue as my dick. “She’s a succubus.”

“Hot!” Abby moaned and squeezed my burning ass. “Fuck those lezzie bitches!”

I thrust my dick into Dominique’s pussy.

As I did, Linda hopped on the table and spread her legs. Abby darted around me and then fell to her knees. She buried her face into Linda’s blonde bush matted with cum. She went to town on her, licking and lapping with passion. With hunger.

I had my cock in Dominique, the brainwashed lesbian. She was as under a spell the same as Abby and Linda. Izolde, too. Dominique gasped, her pussy clenching down on my cock. She moaned as I drew back, her twat feeling amazing.

“Damn,” I groaned. She was my first Black girl, but she felt just as tight and wonderful and juicy as the White ones. What did her skin color matter when her cunt felt amazing. All cunts were amazing.

I pumped away at her, my crotch smacking into Izolde’s butt-cheeks. Her flesh rippled and jiggled. I loved the sight as I plowed into Dominique. I plunged away deep and hard. I fucked with passion, loving every moment of this.

Hot pussy cluing around my cock as I thrust away. It was a wonderful delight. I groaned, pumping away with hard strokes into a juicy cunt. Izolde was squirming now. She was kissing Dominique. In the background, my mommy-succubus moaned and groaned.

“Fuck them both, Master,” she ordered. “Go back and forth. You have to cum in them both.”

“Yes, Mommy,” I groaned.

“Ooh, I love that your a mama’s boy,” Linda purred as I ripped my cock out of Dominique’s cunt. My dick emerged gleaming with streaks of frothy white. I had churned her up. “Fuck Izolde.”

SMACK!

Izolde’s butt-cheek rippled.

I rammed into the purple-haired girl’s cunt. She had been all over me until she had eaten out Mrs. Spartan’s cunt. The married woman had made her into a lesbian and conjured a bow out of thin air. This was insane.

But it was hard to care when I had pussy to fuck. Tight, hot, young pussy. I could tell I wouldn’t breed Izolde or Dominique. They were on birth control. I would just flood them with my cambion cum. Pump them full of spunk.

The same spunk that Abby ate with such enthusiasm out of Linda’s cunt. She just feasted on that snatch with hunger. I loved it. I drove my cock to the hilt in Izolde’s twat while Abby devoured Linda’s cunt.

But I had to switch which girl I was fucking. Go back and forth.

I ripped my cock out of Izolde’s pussy and shifted to Dominique’s. I thrust into her twat.

“Oh, fuck yes,” moaned Dominique. “Got that White boy’s dick in me.”

“It’s nice,” Izolde moaned.

“Henry’s cock is fucking awesome and you’re lucky to get to enjoy our man’s dick!” Linda hissed.

SMACK!

Her hand cracked down on Izolde’s rump again, leaving a bright, red handprint.

“Yeah!” moaned Abby. “He’s our man. We own his cock. We’re his harem-wives. Us and Brenda.”

“And I own his dick, too,” moaned my mommy-succubus. “Right, Master?”

“Yes, Mommy!” I groaned, pumping away at Dominique’s cunt, so eager to obey my sexy mother.

Why fight it? It was so hot having these sexy women I had bred and my mommy-succubus tell me what to do. They all wanted to do kinky, naughty things with me. Ass to pussy had been so hot, and now I was fucking two sluts. Just going back and forth between their cunts.

I would be a fool not to obey my women.

I ripped out of Dominique’s cunt and then slammed into Izolde’s twat. I plunged into her juicy depths. She moaned as I slammed to the hilt in her. She squeezed her snatch down around me. It felt amazing. I loved it. My cock throbbed in her pussy, the ache building and building at the tip of my dick.

I plunged to the hilt in her and then pulled back. Her hot flesh clung to me. She felt incredible about my dick. She held me tight as I thrust away at her. I buried into her again and again. I fucked her with passion. I buried to the hilt in her cunt again and again.

She felt so wonderful. So magnificent. I groaned as I plowed into her. I buried to the hilt in her snatch with everything that I had. She groaned, her pussy clenching down on me. She held me tight with such passion.

“Yes, yes, yes, I love this dick!” Izolde moaned.

“Me, too,” Dominique groaned. “Fuck me next!”

I ripped out of Izolde and thrust my cock into Dominique’s tight pussy. She moaned, her twat clenched down on me. “Yes!” I groaned. “Oh, god, that’s good.”

“Mmm, you don’t like that,” cooed my mommy-succubus to Mrs. Spartan. “You don’t like that at all. Your two little budding neophytes are savoring that cock burying into them. Think you can use my son’s cum for your purposes? Those two sluts are remembering why they love dicks!”

“Love them!” Linda moaned, trembling beside me. “Love yours, honey.”

I smiled at her as I fucked Dominique. Linda held Abby’s head as the redhead devoured that creampie. Linda’s round breasts, topped by those pink nipples, quivered as I thrust away at the tight cunt squeezing about my cock. It was a thrill to plow into this pussy. A wonderful delight. I groaned, thrusting away hard and fast.

Then I was going back to Izolde’s pussy. I thrust into her twat over and over again. She moaned, her pussy gripping me. My balls smacked into their pussies as I buried into Izolde’s cunt. I must be smacking their clits.

I ripped out and plunged into Dominique’s cunt.

I loved it. I loved it so much.

I groaned, thrusting into the Black girl. She held me tight. She squeezed about me in such a wonderful way. It was amazing to feel her cunt gripping me. But I had to fuck Izolde, too. I pulled out of Dominique and plunged into the other cunt.

Back and forth I went, the history classroom filling with the sounds of moans and gasps. Of women groaning with ecstasy. The pleasure swelled in my nuts. I was swelling and swelling towards that moment of erupting.

I had to cum in both sluts.

“Oh, Abby, yes, yes,” moaned Linda. Her round breasts jiggled. “You’re going to make me cum.”

“Yep,” Abby moaned. “God, you taste good. That pregnant pussy. Our man bred us.”

“Our good, little hubby,” purred Linda, smiling at me. “Ooh, that’s it. Just like that, Abby. Yes!”

She trembled through her orgasm, her tits heaving, while I fucked from Izolde’s cunt to Dominique’s. I thrust away at the Black girl, my nuts tightening. Going back and forth cooled me off for a moment. But just a moment. I was almost there. Almost ready to erupt in them.

“Mmm, my son is going to flood those whores with his spunk and set them free of your wicked work,” moaned my mommy-succubus. “No using my son to recruit for you, dyke! But get that tongue in me. Yes!”

I glanced at my mother and saw her shuddering, boobs heaving. Her long tongue shot down. She was licking her own nipples. It was quite the sight to see. I groaned, thrusting to the hilt in Dominique over and over again.

Then I ripped out of her. She gasped, “I was almost there!”

I buried into Izolde. “Yes, yes, yes!”

Her pussy went wild around my cock. I groaned at the feel of the purple-haired girl cumming on my dick. Her flesh suckled at me. I drew back, her hot twat rippling and writhing around my dick. Then I groaned and erupted.

I fired my spunk into her depths. I pumped over and over into her twat. I flooded her again and again. Pleasure slammed through my mind. Stars burst across my vision. I groaned, loving every second of it.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned, spurting my cum into that hot and hungry pussy. “Fuck!”

I ripped out of her pussy, which was so hard to do, and splashed cum across their shaved cunts. Then I slammed to the hilt in Dominique’s juicy snatch. The Black girl moaned as I sprayed her twat with my spunk.

“Fuck, yes!” she moaned, her pussy writhing around my cock.

“My son is flooding them with his jizz!” my mommy-succubus moaned. “Oh, yes, yes, yes!”

I glanced back at her. She threw back her head, her hair swaying about her horns. Her body shuddered as she was cumming on Mrs. Spartan’s face. I panted, spurting more and more jizz into Dominique’s cunt. I soaked her and Izolde.

“Oh, fuck, I am glad I love cock again,” Dominique moaned, her pussy milking out the last of my cum.

“Right?” Izolde purred. “God, it would have totally sucked to only eat pussy for the rest of my life.”

I pulled out of Dominique’s pussy and stumbled back, my jeans slipping down around my ankles. I panted as Abby hopped up, grabbed me, and kissed me with her lips covered in sweet pussy cream. I groaned at that, wanting to keep kissing her, but…

I ripped my mouth from hers and glanced at my mommy-succubus. She was rising, her wings fluttering behind her. She turned around, her boobs smacking together. She put her hands on her hips, a big grin on her face.

“Well, there, we undid that little mess-up.” Mom put her booted foot on Mrs. Spartan’s chest. “And you’re not going to mess with my son any longer, right?”

“Right, Mistress,” panted the professor.

“What is going on?” I gasped. “Is she a witch? Why did she have a bow?”

She’s an Amazon.” My mother bent down, her ass thrusting right at me, her pussy dripping. Then she grabbed Mrs. Spartan around the neck. When Mom pulled her hand away, there was a black collar around the teacher’s neck. “Mmm, she’s my pet amazon now, right, Mrs. Spartan?”

“Yes, Mistress,” moaned the professor.

“And you’re married to another amazon?”

The teacher nodded.

“Well, well, that is interesting. You stay there, cunt, I have to attend to my son. He’s had quite the ordeal.” My mommy turned and sauntered to me, her large breasts swaying, her nipples beading with milk. They spilled over the nipple rings and dripped down her cock.”

“She’s an amazon?” I repeated. “Like from Greek mythology.”

“Long line of warrior women,” my mommy said. “Lesbians one and all. They find young dykes and mold them into warriors. She used your cum to take a shortcut. I suppose she had her eye on those two whores over there.” She slid her arms around me. “Now, Master, Mommy’s here to comfort you after that mean professor spanked you when you were just being a good boy and fucking these horny sluts.”

She pulled me down into her breasts. I groaned as her large tits spilled over my face. She held me to them. I groaned as she did that. Then her tail grabbed my cock. The spade-like tip wrapped around my cock and stroked up and down my shaft.

“It’s okay,” she cooed. “Mommy’s here. She’ll always come to your rescue. No one hurts my baby boy and gets away with it.”

“Mom,” I groaned, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. “Don’t say stuff like that in front of my girlfriends.”

“Oh, honey, but you are my baby boy.” She kissed my forehead while holding me to her big tits. Her tail stroked up and down my cock. “Don’t you worry? Mommy’s going to make it all better.”

She pulled me from her tits and kissed me. Her long tongue thrust into my mouth. I groaned as she filled me up with it. Her wings fluttered while the spade tip of her tail kept stroking my dick. I shuddered, my cock throbbing in her. Another orgasm was building.

“You’re such a loving mommy,” Linda said. “I’m so glad to be one of your daughters-in-law.”

“Yeah, me, too,” Abby said. “You’re such a good boy, Henry. Mmm, do whatever your mother says to do.”

I could only groan as I kissed Mom. Then she turned me, breaking the kiss. Her tail kept stroking my cock as she pushed me over the desk. I bent over it, my heart racing. Izolde was turning on Dominique and the pair were now sixty-nining and licking each other’s cunts, just feasting on my cum.

“Oh, she spanked your ass so hard,” my mommy-succubus cooed. “Look at how red it is. You will never let another women do this to you. Only mommy gets to spank you, Master.”

“Yes, Mommy,” I groaned and then gasped as her long tongue licked over my ass.

She bathed my spanked rump with her tongue, licking it and soothing it. I groaned as she did that, the sensation soothing. The lingering ache from my spanking vanished. I groaned as my mother was so tender with me.

My mommy-succubus soothed me with her tender love. I groaned, my dick throbbing in the grip of her tail. She pumped the leather paddle up and down my cock, the pussy juices lubing her stroking delight. I groaned, loving every moment of this.

A smile spread on my lips. This was such a wonderful delight. I groaned, my heart beating fast as I enjoyed her touch. Her tongue was so long, just sliding over an entire butt-cheek with a single stroke, slithering around me with such skill.

“God, our mother-in-law is hot,” moaned Linda.

“Mmm, I know,” Abby purred. “Look at her loving our hubby. Such a good boy.”

“Yes, he is.” Linda giggled. “And you… Mmm, why don’t we copy Izolde and Dominique? I’ve eaten Brenda’s pussy, but not yours.”

“Deal.”

They settled on the other side of me, Abby on top. In moments, I had two sets of girls sixty-nining around me. My cock throbbed in my mother’s grip. This was such wild fun. I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest as I enjoyed this. It was so much fun.

My mother pumped up and down my cock faster and faster, her tongue sliding around my ass. Then it dipped into my butt-crack. I gasped as my mommy-succubus slid her long, prehensile tongue down my crevice to find my asshole.

She rimmed me.

I groaned as she stroked my asshole while pumping her tail up and down my cock. I shuddered. This was so hot. The ache was building faster and faster at the tip of my dick. Her leathery tail stroked me faster as she rimmed me.

“Mommy,” I groaned, rising towards my orgasm.

Her naughty tongue swirled around my asshole while her tail slid down my cock. She brushed the sensitive tip. I groaned and erupted so fast.

My cum fired from my dick and splattered the floor. I shuddered through that wonderful delight, cumming hard. The pleasure swept through me. It was intense. Amazing. Stars burst across my vision as I shuddered through the bliss.

“Oh, my fucking god, yes, Mommy!” I moaned, the two sets of girls groaning around me as they ate each other’s cunts. “Mommy!”

My cum fired over and over from my cock. Her tongue bathed my asshole as I erupted over and over again. I groaned, my body trembling on the desk. The pleasure slammed into my mind. I groaned in delight, loving this pleasure surging through me.

Her tail pumped up and down my cock, wringing my dick dry. I shuddered, her tongue sliding out of my butt-crack. My mommy-succubus purred, her wings fluttering as I erupted a final time. I spurted a final blast of cum.

“Well, well, well,” she cooed. “Mommy is so eager to enjoy you. Mmm, you had a wonderful cum, didn’t you?”

“Yes, Mommy,” I groaned, my body buzzing from the delight that had surged through me. “That was wonderful, Mommy.”

She cooed in delight. “Yes, it was. Mmm, you tasted so good, you know that. Just so yummy.”

“I’m glad that I pleased you, Mommy,” I panted.

“Your cock is still hard,” she cooed. “Do you want your mommy to work her cunt up and down your hard dick and make it cum.”

“Yes, Mommy,” I groaned. “Please, please, would you do that for me?”

“Of course, Master. I would do anything for my good, little boy.” She released my cock. “Now roll over.”

“Yes, Mommy,” I groaned and turned over. I sat on my ass. It no longer burned. It wasn’t just the licking that had temporarily soothed it. I felt like I had never been spanked.

The two sets of girls, my girlfriends and the former dykes, were feasting on each other. Mrs. Spartan moaned in the background, watching on. My mommy-succubus flapped her wings and lifted into the air. She landed straddling me, her big boobs in my face.

She cupped my face as she sank her pussy down my cock. I moaned as her hot, incestuous cunt slid over my cock. My mommy-succubus had the best pussy in the world. The other girls were wonderful, but hers…

Hers was special. I came from hers. This was where I belonged. I groaned, so glad to feel her embracing me. She felt just so wonderful about me. I groaned as she sank all the way down on me, rejoicing in her pussy.

“You really think my pussy is the best?” my mommy-succubus asked.

“Yes,” I groaned.

She smiled and then bathed my face. She licked all over my features with her long tongue. I shuddered as she gave me a tongue bath, her pussy clenching about my cock. My dick twitched in her incestuous embrace.

It was so wonderful to be in her. I closed my eyes, savoring her warm, long tongue sliding over my face, just loving me. Then her pussy clenched about my cock. She slid up me. I groaned as she rose higher and higher. Her pussy gripped me in forbidden heaven.

“Mommy!” I groaned.

Her tongue thrust into my mouth as she impaled her cunt down my dick. She swallowed my cock. I shuddered as she took every inch of me. It was intoxicating to have her pussy working up and down my cock while her long tongue swirled through my mouth.

The girls were moaning and cumming around us, but still ate each others’ pussies. They must be under the throes of my mommy-succubus’s presence. Her leather wings flapped as she rode me. She worked her cunt up and down my cock, gripping me.

She slid her tongue out of my mouth and moaned, “That’s it. That’s my good boy. Yes, yes, Mommy loves you so much.”

“I love you, too,” I groaned, my cock throbbing in her embrace. It was wonderful. This was a magnificent delight. “Oh, Mommy, I’m so glad I summoned you.”

“Yes, yes, I didn’t want to have to return to the Lilith Qlipha. “I get to stay with you, Master. My good boy found that book.”

A certain suspicion suddenly popped into my mind. Had my mother wanted me to summon a succubus? Summon her?

My hands grabbed her rump. I squeezed her ass as she worked her cunt up and down my cock. Her wings flapped, stirring the air around us. Her boobs bounced before my face, pierced nipples beading with milk.

I latched on and suckled from my sexy mommy-succubus’s teat. Her milk squirted into my mouth. I gulped it down. I swallowed it over and over, loving the flavor. The creamy delight flooded my mouth and poured down my throat.

“That’s it, Master,” Mommy cooed, working her cunt up and down my cock. She rode me faster, her twat gripping me. “Ooh, yes, yes, my good boy needs his mother’s milk.”

The sixty-nining girls all squealed and came again.

My fingers dug into my mother’s rump as she rode me. She worked her cunt up and down my cock. It felt amazing. I loved it. I savored that hot twat slamming down my dick. Then she slid back up me, her wings flapping.

The taboo delight of being in my mommy’s pussy was nearly indescribable. The ache swelled at the tip of my cock while I gulped down her breast milk. I swallowed every drop she had. I reveled in it. This was the life. I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut and drinking down every wonderful drop of her creamy delight I could.

Her pussy plunged down my dick and then slid back up it. I groaned, loving how she gripped me. She held me tight. Her pussy clung to me with such wonderful passion. She held me tight, massaging me as I gulped down her breast milk.

“That’s it, Henry,” she cooed. “That’s it. Mmm, my big, strong boy is going to make my naughty mommy-pussy spasm all over your big dick. Yes, yes, my good boy has a huge cock.”

“Yeah, he does,” Abby moaned.

“So fucking huge,” Dominique moaned.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I loved it in me!” Linda moaned.

“Yes, yes, so does your mommy.” My mommy-succubus licked my ear with her long tongue, caressing over it.

I shuddered at the wet touch while I drank milk from her pierced nipple. Her pussy slammed down my cock at the same time. My balls drank in the incestuous heat. Her tight twat slid back up my cunt. I groaned, the ache about to burst at the tip of my cock.

She slammed her pussy down my cock again, her hands holding me to her teat. Her tongue kept licking my ear while I swallowed her warm milk. The motherly treat spread heat from my belly that soaked my already hot balls.

“Oh, that’s it, Master!” she moaned and impaled her cunt down my cock. “Yes, yes, yes! I love your dick. My son has the best cock in the world!”

My mommy-succubus came on my dick.

I groaned as her pussy rippled and writhed around my cock. Her hot flesh spasmed and suckled at me. The pleasure of her forbidden flesh convulsing around me shot through me. I groaned and then I erupted.

My cum fired into her pussy. She moaned louder, her wings flapping hard as her twat sucked at my dick. She massaged me with that delicious hole. I groaned and then I fired my cum into her pussy. I pumped spurt after spurt of spunk into her twat.

“Oh, yes, Master!” she moaned, her pussy suckling at me. Rippling around me.

I suckled hard, nursing at her tit while I pumped her cunt full of my spunk. The girls were panting on either side of us, rolling off each other and sitting up while I basted my mother’s twat with everything that I had.

I ripped my mouth off her nipple and moaned, “Mommy!”

“Oh, yes, yes, that’s so wonderful,” she groaned, her pussy suckling at me. “Mmm, Master, yes, yes, you’re such a good boy. You gave your mommy just what she needed.”

I smiled at her. “My cum.”

“Whatever mommy-succubus needs from her good boy.” She rubbed her nose on me. “Mmm, now you take care. I have to go.”

I blinked as she slid off of my body, her wings and horns melting away. The jean skirt and tube top returned. A leash appeared in her hand connected to Mrs. Spartan. My mother shook it and purred, “Come along, slave.”

I blinked as she strode out with my history teacher crawling naked behind her. I panted. My fifth-period class nearly over. I had one more to go. This day had been insane. I had no idea what would be coming next.

To be continued…

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Mia, a young servant in the royal palace, dreams of a submissive relationship with her mistress the princess Liana. She contrives to get herself punished by the object of her desire. This is a story set in an original medieval fantasy world.

Mia shivered as a gust of wintery air washed over her, ruffling her nightgown. The flagstones were cold against her bare feet. She stood, as instructed, in the bare stone corridor that led to the palace dungeons.

She heard the heavy wooden door that had admitted the cold wind slam shut. At the end of the corridor, the Beastkin servant that kept the dungeon records looked up from her ledger and gave Mia a sympathetic glance. Approaching footsteps echoed and the girl returned to her work.

Mia turned her head to watch the stairs, though she knew who was approaching. It was well known, and a source of some scandal, that princess Liana disciplined her servants personally. Sure enough the princess came into view, stepping down the stairs with her usual leisurely pace. She was flanked, as always, by her bodyguard Anya and her beastkin attendant Lucy. Princess Liana was not tall, and her frame was slight, but there was an imposing manner to her that could cow even the hulking menfolk of her mother’s icey homeland. Mia’s heart fluttered, as it always did, at the sight of the pale, beautiful, princess with her striking red hair.

The trio approached Mia and stopped. Silence followed. Mia felt her heart beating fast as Liana turned and slowly looked her up and down, a slight smile on her perfect face.

Mia had loved Liana from the first time she had seen her. The princess was ever the source of gossip among the place staff. It was whispered that she had no eyes for the many princes and lords who coveted her hand, and Liana for her part was happy enough to confirm the rumours, laughing at the scandalised talk. Other whispers spoke of the enjoyment she took from punishing her servants, though it was also said that she was a fair, even a kind, mistress. Certainly she was never so cruel as the palace overseer. For many the most damning of the rumors was her fair treatment of the subservient and oft despised beastkin. The gossip was as sweet music to Mia, even the parts that her fellow servants thought sinister. She was glad to hear that one so powerful could share her fondness for her own gender, and the thought of punishment at the lithe princess’ hands touched upon her deepest fantasies. She had been assigned to Lianas staff a few months ago, cleaning her chambers and washing her clothes.

Since then she had often asked her fellow maids about the rumors, and heard accounts of Lianas discipline. Mia was a diligent and well behaved servant, never requiring correction, but the tales of her less perfect fellows entered her dreams. She thought longingly of of Liana, thought of bending down to receive punishment at her hands.

It had taken weeks to build up the courage to knock the vase to the floor. She might never have found that courage had she not heard the princess remark on the ugliness of the thing and lament that her father would be offended to see it, a gift from a powerful ally, removed. She had admitted her apparent careless mistake to Liana’s attendant Lucy. It was the same Lucy who broke the moment of silence in the cold stone corridor.

“This is Mia M’lady.”

Mia, lost for a moment in recollections, started at the sound of the attendant voice. Liana chuckled, and then assumed a serious expression as she spoke. “That vase was worth more than you will earn in several years.” The princesses tone was severe, but there seemed to be no real anger in it as she continued. “I cannot have my maids destroying such treasures and so you will be taught a lesson.”

Mia did her best to look ashamed as Liana scolded her. “It was a hideous vase, but my father valued it. You should count yourself lucky I am dealing with this Mia, the king would have you flogged and branded as a common vandal for such a thing were he to hear you went unpunished.” The princess paused, and looked Mia over once again “It would be a shame to see scars on such a pretty one as you.”

Mia had begun to shake as the reality of the risk she had taken sunk in, it was true that the king was wrathful, and there was nothing appealing in the ministrations of the overseers whip and iron. Lianas last comment cleared these thoughts from her head though, replacing them with a fuzzy warmth at the compliment. She had to stop herself from grinning.

The bodyguard, Anya, ordered Mia to follow, and she was led down the corridor, past the servant girl at her desk. After descending another flight of smooth stone stairs they stopped. The attendant, Lucy, stepped up to the wall where she pressed upon a small stone. With a shimmer of magic a section of wall transformed into a door of iron, engraved with runes. Liana stepped forward and opened the door. Mia was momentarily too amazed to move, for magic was no common sight even in the palace. The other maids had not told her about this miraculous door. Lucy guided her through with a firm hand. Beyond was darkness, it seemed the light did not pass through the opening. Mia heard the door close behind her, then someone clicked their fingers and light filled the chamber.

Mia gasped. The room was of the same bare stone as the corridor, but around the walls were engraved runes. Chains ending in shackles hung from each wall, and from a bar that crossed the ceiling. In the centre of the room was a wooden table, with leather cuffs mounted upon it.

“You are impressed by my new room?” asked Liana “It was once used to imprison mages, but it was forgotten. Lucy sniffed it out and I had it refitted.” Mia turned to look at the princess, who stood next to a rack on the wall behind her, from which hung an array of leather straps, wooden paddles, canes and other things Mia could not name. “Well, are you impressed?”

Mia struggled for an answer, she was impressed. She felt like her fantasies had come to life and faced with the reality she was dumbstruck, terrified that she would not react as a maid awaiting punishment should. After a moment of head spinning confusion she managed to mumble breathlessly “Yes ma’am”. A curious look crossed Lianas face, and Mia was afraid she had caught on that she was not properly intimidated by the prospect of her punishment, but Liana assumed her serious expression once again.

“What you broke was of great value, and were I not merciful you would be screaming under the overseers lash. Though you will be spared that, I will see that you are properly punished. Now, remove your gown.” Mia felt her cheeks burn as the Princess ordered her to undress. He heart pounded as she reached down, gripped her nightgown and lifted it off over her head. She stood now in her cotton undergarments, suddenly awkward and unsure what to do with the gown. Lucy stepped forward and took it from her. Liana gave Mia another long look then reached up, unclasped her cloak and handed it to Lucy, who had placed the gown on top of a small cupboard and now stood beside her mistress. The bodyguard, Anya, had remained outside. Beneath the cloak Liana wore a fine white button up blouse. She reached up and undid the top button. Mia, head spinning at the sight, wondered if she might faint and her cheeks burned with new heat. Seeing her blush Liana gave Mia another curious glance.

“Turn around and bend over the table” Ordered the princess with, Mia thought, a hint of amusement in her voice. Mia complied, tearing her eyes reluctantly away from the sight of Liana, who was now undoing the buttons at her cuffs. As she stepped towards the table, heart pounding, Lucy approached. The attendant placed a warm, but firm, hand on Mia’s back and pushed her down so her breasts pressed against the wood, cool through her cotton bra. “Place your arms out in front of you” Instructed the feline girl. Mia did as she was told and Lucy, gently pulling one arm then the other into position, placed a leather cuff around each of her wrists. She then adjusted the straps so that Mia’s arms where held in place, extended infront of her. Lucy stepped back then, and walked around out of Mia’s now limited field of view. “Spread your legs apart” ordered the attendant. Mia blushed anew as she complied. Once again she felt Lucy’s warm hand, now upon her calf, gently guiding her leg into the desired position, where she secured it with a leather cuff at the ankle. The other leg followed. There was a long silence. Mia thought that her breathing must be very loud, and her heart still pounded in her chest. She couldn’t quite believe that she was really here. She knew she should be afraid, and perhaps she was a little, but mostly she felt a giddy anticipation. This was a fantasy come to life. Though she was diligent in her work, she had been disciplined in the past, and even then, at the hands of masters for whom she had no fondness she had found pleasure in the experience. She felt a warmth between her legs as she lay there, chest against the cold wood in that chilly stone chamber.

Liana broke the silence. “Tell me why you are to be punished Mia.” As Liana spoke she paced around into Mia’s view. She had rolled up the sleeves of her blouse, and the top two buttons were now undone, revealing the smooth skin of her chest. She had also let down her hair, which flowed over her shoulders, deep red against the white blouse. Mia gazed up at her. “Tell me why you are to be punished” repeated the princess, assuming a serious expression once more.

“Because I broke your vase.” Mia replied.

“Yes” answered Liana “You were clumsy and broke the vase. Do you know how you will be punished Mia?”. Mia had a very clear idea but, wanting to seem apprehensive, she answered “No Ma’am.”

Liana laughed. “I think you must have some idea Mia, take a guess.”

“I will be spanked” Mia replied, cheeks burning at her use of the word, which seemed childish as she spoke it.

“Yes you will Mia, you are correct.” Liana took a step forward and crouched down so her eyes were level with her maid’s. “First I will spank you with my hand, and then we shall move on to some implements. As I told you the vase was very valuable, and my father will be angry at its loss. Your punishment will be painful, but be glad you shall keep the skin of your back. My father would no be so merciful.” As the princess spoke Mia tried very hard to play the part of the frightened maid, and she did feel some fear at the reference to the flogging she might have received. Liana stood once more and paced around out of Mia’s view. After a moment Mia felt her rest her hand on the small of her back and she shuddered under the warm touch.

“Are you ready for your punishment Mia?” Asked Liana, in a soft voice. Her hand gently rubbing the girls back.

Mia paused for a moment, heart beating like a drum, enjoying the touch she had so often dreamed of. “Yes Ma’am” She replied.

The first slap was not hard, but the Mia jumped with surprise and let out a gasp. The second was firmer, finding the other cheek of Mia’s raised bottom. She wanted to moan as the sting dissipated into warmth, but she held back, afraid to show her pleasure. Another slap followed, sharp sting then warmth. The fourth was harder and began a rhythm of slaps, one cheek then the other. The sound of the the blows rang in Mia’s ears as she wriggled under them. The sting of each blow adding to the growing heat in her rear. She fought to stay silent biting back moans of pleasure and cries of pain alike.

The rhythm broke and Mia felt herself flop against the table. A sudden slap, harder than before caught her by surprise and broke her silence, her gasp seemed very loud to her. Then the rhythm began once more, and once again she wriggled under the blows. The pain was sharper now, and the warmth growing into a delightful burn. It was hard to be silent, but she fought back her gasps. The rhythm continued. Mia thought that she would soon lose her control, allow herself to cry out at as the pain of the slaps and the lingering heat increased, but then the rhythm broke once again and she flopped against the table. She denied herself the contented smile that would have spread across her face. Her breathing was heavy as she lay there, and warmth between her legs joined the pleasurable burning in her bottom.

“You are very stoic Mia.” Lianas voice was slightly breathless. “We will have to remove these undergarments.”

Mia’s mind suddenly raced. Liana liked women, was a woman, she would recognise Mia’s arousal. This thought, and the thought that beautiful Liana was about to remove her undergarments brought the blush back to her cheeks. She felt delicate fingers undo the knot on one side of her cotton pants. She felt the thin cloth fall away from her and blushed all the harder at her exposure. The second knot was undone and Leah heard Lucy’s footsteps as she came forward and took the cotton garment from her mistress. Liana laughed gently, then Mia felt her warm hand once more, this time gently running over her behind. Liana stroked Mia, bringing her hand up from the top of her thigh to the small of her back.

Forgetting for a moment her silence, Mia let out a moan. Liana laughed once again, as did Lucy, and Mia blushed, the heat in her face matching that in her rear. Liana stroked the other cheek and then removed her hand.

“Perhaps now we will have some noise out of you.” Remarked Liana in an amused tone, then she continued, voice adopting a serious edge. “Are you ready for your punishment to continue Mia? It will be harsher now.”

Mia tried to resume her scared maid act as she replied “Yes ma’am.”

The next slap was harder, and without the protection of the cotton undergarment the pain was sharp against her burning skin. It sent a thrill of pleasure through Mia, but determined not to slip up again she kept quiet. Another slap, stinging and loud as Lianas hand struck her. Mia stayed quiet.

Her determination lasted for five more ringing slaps before the sting of the sixth brought a little involuntary yelp from her. The rhythm of blows continued and Mia could no longer contain herself. She gasped and cried out softly as she squirmed under the slaps. Each brought a sharp, thrilling, pain and added to the fiery burning.

As her control slipped Mia lost herself in the painful, wonderful rhythm. Her breath came in gasps between cries as Liana struck first one cheek then the other with full force. The rhythm did not relent, and Mia wondered how long she could endure. She became conscious once more of the heat between her legs. She felt herself tugging involuntarily at her bonds as gasped and moaned. Still the rhythm continued, sharp slap after sharp slap. The pain was intense, the burn more so. Mia wriggled and a gasped and cried out as Liana maintained the steady, rapid rhythm of the blows. Finally, with two ringing slaps that brought yelps of delighted pain from Mia, the rhythm stopped. She collapsed against the table, breath coming in great panting gasps, her legs shuddering. The burning in her bottom was intense, rivaling the stinging of the slaps themselves. Between her legs she could feel moisture and another heat.

Lianas hand returned to her bottom. Gently stroking.

“Very good Mia. The first part of your punishment is done.” Lianas tone was comforting, but there was an amused edge to it. The princess breathing was also heavy. The breath of the two was the only sound for some time as Liana stroked Mia and Mia lay panting, burning with pleasure and pain alike.

Liana ran her hand up over Mia’s rear and up the small of her back as she finished stroking her maid. She stepped back and Mia heard her approach the rack on the wall. There was a pause, and then a slight sound as Liana ***********ed an instrument and removed it. The princess paced slowly around into Mia’s view. A slight flush illuminating her pale cheeks as she crouched once more to look Mia in the eyes. In her hand was a small wooden paddle with a round end. She spoke.

“My father thinks that I am too lenient with my servants. Since he will worry that our allies will be insulted at the loss of their fine gift, I really must punish you properly or he will insist on making an example of you.” She had assumed her serious expression once more. “You will get thirty strikes with this one before we move on.” She stood once more and paced out of Mia’s view.

A thrill of both anticipation and fear ran through Mia. She had longed for this, she did not think she had ever felt such intense pleasure, but she did not know if she could endure thirty strikes, or what lay beyond. That tinge of fear only made the thrill greater. She blushed at her desire, how scandalised the other maids would be if they knew.

Once more Liana placed her hand on the small of Mia’s back, gently stroking. Mia felt herself relax under the soft touch.

“Are you ready to continue your punishment Mia?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

The swat of the paddle was unlike the previous blows. Mia let out a cry as she flexed with the stinging pain. Lianas hand still rested on her back, and the princes stroked her gently as the burning heat spread. Mia cried out again at the next blow. Liana struck her now with a slower rhythm. One cheek and then the next, allowing the pain of each strike to become a fiery burn. Allowing Mia to catch her breath between each ecstatic yelp of pain, before the next blow made the girl cry out once more. After ten strikes she paused, her hand gently caressing her servants back.

Mia moaned between breaths as the heat in her rear burned. She felt once more the burning between her legs, the burning in her face as she thought of how Liana could surely see her arousal. She wondered when the next blow would come, longing for more. She could feel her legs shaking as she rested her weight against the table, chest pressed against the hard wood.

When it came, the next blow was harder still. Mia tugged her bonds and arched her back as she cried out. The pace of the rhythm increased now. She squirmed and squeaked, gulping air between cries before the sharp sting of the next swat sent it back out in another involuntary yelp. She had no time to think, her mind was a blur as the intense sensation of pain and heat and pleasure flooded over her. Liana did not pause at twenty as she had at ten, she only increased the pace further. Mia’s cries began to merge into one. Through the intensity she felt the sting of tears in her eyes. The fire in her bottom, surging with the pain of each hard swat, began to overwhelm her. The ringing sound of the paddle against her burning skin filled her ears, as did the sound of her cries. She felt like she would faint. The final pair of swats came with full force and they brought a cry from Mia that was nearly a scream. The girl collapsed once more against the table. Her breathless gasps became a satisfied moan, forgetting her restraint. She felt a smile of satisfaction on her face. The fire was intense, painful. Mia had felt the sting of a paddle before but this was beyond her experience. The thought that it was beautiful Liana who wielded the implement made her head spin with a fuzzy warmth. She was dimly aware of tears on her cheeks, and far more clearly of the moisture and heat between her legs. She longed for a release of that heat, and thought to reach down between her legs before she recalled her bondage. The denial of that release only made the heat grow further.

Liana’s gentle hand returned to Mia’s rear and the girl shuddered under the touch, moaned with contentment. In the corner of the room Lucy chuckled quietly to herself and the sound brought Mia back from her haze, reminded her where she was. She stifled her moan and wiped the grin from her flushed and tear stained face.

Still caressing Mia’s bottom, running her fine fingers up and down each cheek, lifting slightly as they ran upwards, Liana spoke again.

“You are doing very well Mia. Your punishment is almost done.”

Once again she ran her fingers up Mia’s back as she stepped away, returning to the rack. The sting in Mia’s rear seemed only to grow as she lay panting, repressing the urge groan in pleasure at the fiery feeling. Soon Liana stepped into view one more. She had in her hands a thick leather strap with a handle of polished wood. She crouched once more, and, reaching out slowly as if allowing Mia to recoil if she did not wish for the touch, she brushed a tear from her servants eye. Mia did not recoil, she allowed herself to smile at the gentle touch of that slender hand. Liana offered a smile in return, letting her hand rest on the girls upturned face.

“This will be the last implement Mia.” Her voice was soft, comforting. Mia gazed into her eyes and knew that she should be looking sorry, looking like she regretted her foolish mistake, but she could not, not under the tender touch of the object of her dreams. Liana gave her a soft pat upon the cheek as she withdrew her hand and stood.

“You will receive ten swats with this Mia, and you shall count each one and thank me. Once that is done your punishment will be over. You will be forgiven. Do you understand Mia?” Liana assumed her serious look once more as she spoke, but there was a smile on her face now that she did not entirely conceal.

“I understand Ma’am” Mia replied, gaze still locked on Lianas beautiful eyes, so bright against her flushed cheeks.

With a reassuring smile Liana turned and walked out of Mia’s sight once more. This time she did not rest her hand on the girls back. Mia heard her footsteps stop and then felt a light pat from the leather strap as Liana lined up her blow.

“Are you ready for the rest of your punishment Mia?”

Mia paused, anticipation and anxiety building once again, she had never felt a strap like this. She let out a breath to calm her fluttering nerves. “Yes Ma’am” she said in a shaking voice.

Two more soft pats followed, sending a tingle through Mia’s still burning behind. Then the strap withdrew, Mia tensed in that moment of silence, heart thudding in her chest. The strap swung in with a whistling crack. Mia let out a full throated cry as she bucked against her restraints. The pain was intense, she gasped for air as she collapsed against the wood, overcome by the fire the now spreading across both cheeks of her bottom. Tears stung her eyes once more. For a moment she could do nothing but endure the fire, bask in its intensity. Then she remembered that she must thank her mistress for that flame. Breathlessly she spoke.

“One, thank you ma’am”

Again the strap brushed against her, bringing a shudder of anticipation. Again it withdrew and the silence of the room seemed to bear down on Mia. It struck again and Mia screamed as the fire erupted anew. She caught her breath, blinked back tears. She wondered if she could endure another eight of the blows, it was too intense, but with her fear was a longing, a contentment she had rarely known.

“Two, thank you ma’am”

The third strike, the fourth and the fifth each brought a screaming cry from Mia. Each time she caught her breath, wondering if she would faint from the intensity of the fire, not just in her bottom but between her legs. Each time she managed to thank Liana for the pain, the pleasure. After that fifth strike Liana paused and once more stroked the trembling girl.

“You are very brave Mia. Perhaps we should end your punishment there, would you like that?”

Before Mia could really think she blurted out her answer “No!”.

Liana laughed then, a deep laugh that sent a thrill through Mia.

“I did not think so.” said Liana. “You really are a good girl Mia. I think we will be friends.”

Mia felt herself smiling through her tears which now flowed freely down her face.

“Shall we continue then?”

“Please Ma’am.”

Once again the strap tapped against Mia. She gasped slightly in anticipation of the blow to come. The pause seemed very long, and then the strap cracked against her skin and she screamed, a sound of pure pleasure through the fiery pain. As she collapsed back to the wood of the table she groaned in open pleasure, she knew she did not have to restrain herself. Once her breath returned she spoke.

“Six, thank you ma’am.”

The strap brushed against her, withdrew, and snapped back in, ringing against her bright red skin. She cried out, caught her breath and thanked her mistress. The eighth blow followed, tap, withdraw, swat and scream. Mia’s breathing was heavy, she moaned between the gasps, but she found the breath to thank the princess for the pain.

“The last two shall come together Mia.” Warned Liana.

The strap came to rest against Mia’s burning skin, she shuddered, gasping for breath still. The strap tapped her once, and again, then withdrew. Mia held her breath, waited for the burning release. Time seemed to stretch. Liana swung. The leather whistled as it passed through the air and snapped against Mia’s waiting bottom. Mia screamed, burning pain filling her, she bucked against her bonds. Before the scream had fully left her, the strap came on again, unrelenting. Mia screamed out the last of the air in her lungs. Her vision blurred by tears of pain and joy, she collapsed one final time against the table, feeling the weight of her body in her breasts, feeling the agonising, thrilling burn in her behind. She lay there then, panting, tears flowing, contented smile on her trembling lips. The fire between her legs burned and ached, trying to match the stinging in her rear, which seemed only to grow. She gasped once more. Then she felt a gentle touch against her face. She looked up, into Liana’s eyes and saw her comforting smile.

“You did well Mia. Your punishment is over.”

Mia’s tears flowed then, exulting in the release of racking sobs. Liana knelt and, leaning forward, pressed her face against Mia’s, cheek to cheek. She stroked the girls hair as she cried and softly told her it was alright, that all was forgiven. They stayed like that for what seemed an age to Mia. She felt a pure joy, cheek to cheek with Liana, whom she loved. Feeling a burning pleasure. As her sobs subsided Liana stood again, still stroking Mia’s hair.

“It was not clumsiness that causeed you to break the vase was it Mia?”

Liana’s question, spoken in a tender tone, shocked Mia. She looked up at Liana, now with genuine worry on her face.

“No.” She admitted after a moment of hesitation.

“You really do enjoy this don’t you.” Liana answered, no hint of reproach in her voice. “You broke it because you wanted this.”

Liana’s kind tone reassured Mia and she answered honestly. “Yes, I… I have dreamt of this.”

Liana laughed, a tender, happy, sound. “It was a silly risk Mia, I do not lie when I say my father would have had you flogged, even branded, but I am glad you took it. I really did hate that vase.” With that she laughed again, and gestured to Lucy, who still stood in the corner of the chamber. Liana crouched once more and stroked Mia’s face as Lucy stepped forward and one by one released the girls bonds.

Once the cuffs were all undone Liana gently guided Mia to her feat. Stepping around the table she opened her arms, offering an embrace. After a moment of hesitation, a moment’s disbelief at this dream come to life, Mia stepped forward and fell gratefully into it. They stood there, the nearly naked girl with her glowing red bottom pressed against the red haired princess. After a long moment Liana whispered to Mia.

“I am in need of a bedmaid, perhaps you would like the job.”

Mia hesitated for a moment.

“You need not worry.” Continued Liana “You will not have to do anything you do not wish, but I would like you to be close to me Mia, I think we will be friends, and maybe more.” As she spoke Liana withdrew slightly so she could look into Mia’s eyes.

“Yes, I would like that very much” Mia replied.

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