Author: admin

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

Chapter 15
KITTEN COMES TO DINNER

On Thursday night, Kitten came to dinner.

It wasn’t Claire’s idea. It was her father’s. He’d instructed her to invite her friend over after work that morning, as he’d been checking Claire’s twat was suitably covered. Claire had no choice but to pass it on at work.

Kitten was ecstatic, of course. She thought it was a great idea. And so Claire got through her day. Jim only came on her face once, just after lunch. She worked at harassing and insulting girls online, and she pissed naked in the toilets, both times with Kitten there at the same time. Michael’s panties for her were white cotton things bearing the words ‘Make Me Pregnant’, and when she had taken them off again he showed her a black binder he kept on his shelf labelled ‘Fucktwat’, in which he was collecting the pictures of her in the various demeaning pieces of underwear.

Kitten was a hit as soon as she entered Claire’s house. She hugged Claire’s father tightly, grinding her crotch against his groin. She hugged Steph too, nuzzling her neck in an awkwardly familiar way that Steph didn’t seem to object to.

She watched as Claire took off her panties and was spanked by her father. Today Claire’s dad gave her ten spanks on the ass and then ten on the cunt. Claire thankfully didn’t orgasm this time but she did repeat the humiliation of her father smearing cunt juices on her face and then making her suck his fingers clean.

When the spanking was done, Kitten took off her panties as well and handed them to Claire’s surprised father, out of ‘solidarity’. At the dinner table she made a point of hiking the back of her skirt so her bare cunt would sit on the seat instead of her skirt. Her father made Claire do the same when he saw it.

All this went unremarked on mostly because Claire’s mother wasn’t home. It turned out she was spending the night interstate on a business trip, so it was just Claire, Kitten, Steph and her father in the house.

‘Of course, Claire’s a massive slut,’ said Claire’s father to Kitten over dinner. ‘That twat of hers is always drooling. That’s why we have to spank her like that.’

‘But she has such a pretty twat, don’t you think?’ said Kitten. ‘Anyway, she’s lucky. My cunt’s always wet but my father has never helped me discipline it.’

‘He’s not a very good father then. Have you ever tried to discipline it yourself?’

‘Sometimes,’ allowed Kitten. ‘For a while I used to put all my food in my pussy and then eat it, so it would revolt me and I would come to hate the smell of cunt juices, but it worked the other way and now I like the taste of cunty food.’

‘Better than normal food?’

‘Absolutely,’ said Kitten.

‘Well, don’t let us stop you, if you want,’ said Claire’s father.

‘Okay,’ said Kitten. She pushed her chair back so everyone could see, then got a hunk of bread, and began to push it into her spread twat. Claire was blushing so hard – she couldn’t believe this was happening in her house. But her father and Steph were rapt, staring eagerly at Kitten’s cunt.

The bread went in, all wadded up and soggy. Kitten sighed happily. She flicked her clitoris a couple of times, and then started digging the bread out and putting it in her mouth.

‘Give some to Claire,’ suggested Claire’s father. ‘See if Claire likes it. And Steph too.’ He watched as Kitten scooped wads of soggy, cunty bread out of her fuckhole and put them on the sisters’ plates. With their father watching, the girls had no choice but to eat them. Claire almost threw up. It wasn’t the taste of cunt, which was actually slightly pleasant, but the wet mealy taste of the wadded bread.

‘Careful, you’re getting some on your top,’ Claire’s father said as Kitten kept transferring food to her twat and then scooping it out and eating it. Kitten responded by taking off her top, leaving her completely nude at the dinner table.

When dinner was done Claire’s dad and Steph insisted on seeing Kitten dance, so they watched Kitten gyrate nude around the lounge room. Her sensual dance emphasised her tits and cunt, and involved several times shaking her boobs in the faces of Claire’s father and sister – and in front of Claire herself. Then Kitten and Steph cleared away the dinner plates, Kitten still nude.

Claire went to carry some plates to the kitchen to help, but when she got there she found Kitten and Steph passionately kissing. Steph’s hands were on Kitten’s nude udders and her leg was between Kitten’s thighs. Kitten looked eager and excited and was urgently kissing Steph back.

Claire felt a stab of jealousy. That slut! Kitten was her friend. It should be her tongue-kissing Kitten. But she contained it and just watched her sister and her friend making out until they finally broke away from each other.

‘I’ll go out to get more,’ said Kitten brightly, afterwards, and left.

‘Enjoying yourself?’ Claire asked her sister cattily.

‘Your friend is so hot!’ Steph replied. ‘Why didn’t you tell me you were friends with a slutty little babe like her?’

‘I hate you,’ said Claire.

How had this happened? How did she have a naked girl in her house, seducing her father and sister? How was her father openly staring at a teenager’s cunt in front of Claire? Claire liked Kitten but she was confused and distressed at what had become of her life.

After dinner Claire’s dad declared that Kitten would be staying over – in his bed. Kitten seemed delighted; Steph pouted, having hoped that Kitten would sleep with her and Claire.

That night as Claire laid in bed she could hear the sounds of her father fucking her best friend through the wall. Kitten was giggling and mewling as Claire’s father fucked her hard in the pussy. Next to Claire, Steph was trying to surreptitiously masturbate. Claire waited until Steph had brought herself to a less-than-stealthy orgasm and had fallen asleep, and then started her own lubrication for her training device, still listening to her father using her friend as a fucktoy.

She fell asleep to the sound of Kitten loudly orgasming, and her earbuds telling her, ‘You like having your tits hurt. Claire is a stupid little fucktoy. Claire likes lezzing off.’

(To be continued…)

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A boy, who after moving to the city in order to transfer to a new high school for his senior year, mysteriously turns into a beautiful girl overnight. A girl with a long, thick cock. This is the story of how John became Jane the Prom Queen.

Chapter 3

The next morning I woke up to the sound of that jarring rock song blaring from my phone. I was still a little groggy since I hadn’t fallen asleep till late due to my awesome masturbation session. Slowly raising my head I grabbed the phone and turned off the alarm. Yawning, I swung my legs off the bed and walked over to my dresser. Well, I thought, time to see what kind of outfit I can come up with that won’t give Beth a heart attack. Rummaging through things for a while, I finally picked one out. It was a pink sweatshirt that I thought would look good on a girl, so I tried it out. It was nice and snug and felt comfortable, so I took a look in the mirror. It was then I realized I’d forgotten a bra and if I went to school like this I could get in major trouble. Quickly putting on my strapless bra, I looked in the mirror again. Nodding in satisfaction, I couldn’t help be please that there was also a bit of cleavage visible. Not a lot mind you, but when I bent over I gave myself a great view. Grinning I then pulled on some panties, remembering just in time to shrink my cock. Beth and I had added some extra, silk lining last night and so when I looked at myself carefully in the mirror I couldn’t tell that there was anything out of the ordinary. Finally, I pulled on some skinny jeans that I thought framed my ass rather nicely. Giving myself a little spank, I grinned at my reflection.

Then I caught myself. This was totally new, this thinking about how my clothing framed my body. I’d never, ever done that before. But still, I liked it. Feeling a bit puzzled, I grabbed my backpack and a jacket and headed out. I got to the bus stop just as the bus arrived, and I was happy for it. It was just a bit chilly out, and the cool wind nipped at my nose and ears as I walked. I was glad that my parents had gotten me an apartment so close to the school, because I only had a five minute bus ride before we were there. It was a fairly large school, and I could see other buses arriving and all the high schoolers streaming out of them and toward the doors. I was sitting by myself in the back, watching as the various students greeted each other after summer break. I was the last one off the bus, and as I stepped back into the cold morning air, I took a deep breath to steady myself. It was simple, report to the principle, tell him I’m Jane Kilan, and begin classes. That was it.

My sneakers padded noiselessly across the pavement as I joined the throng of kids going into the school. It wasn’t a huge school, but I figured almost every student was around me right now for the first day of school. As I walked in the door, I realized it was pretty similar to my old school, and I had no trouble finding the principal’s office. Taking another deep breath and with my heart hammering against my ribs, I raised my hand and knocked.

“Come in!”

Stepping inside I saw Principal Gordan sitting at his desk. I was expecting a middle aged man with a bald head and glasses. Instead I saw a middle aged man with a goatee, black hair tied back in a pony tail, and a brilliant smile.
“Hello Miss…”
“Jane!” I said a bit too quickly, and then forced myself to relax. “Jane Kilan. I’m transferring for my Senior year here.”
His smile grew wider as he pulled out a piece of paper.
“Miss Kilan, of course! I have your class schedule all ready here for you. I hope you enjoy it here.”
I smiled and took the paper, feeling much better that I wasn’t going to be grilled my a grumpy principal.
“Thank you Principal, I’m sure I will.”
With a little wave goodbye I turned out of the office before he started chatting. I liked him, but I didn’t want him to ask the wrong question. After I got all my class timing down and where they were, I headed off. The time before lunch wasn’t much to talk about. I went to the classes and had an easy time with them, and I met Beth in the second one. She was careful to sit close to me at ever class, and having her there was nice even though we didn’t get a real chance to talk. The teachers were pleasant and nothing special happened. The last class before lunch was taught by Mrs. Dell, a woman who looked to be in her mid-thirties. She was tall, with dark brown hair coming down to her shoulders. She had a bit of a low voice, it made her seem a bit stronger and more in control, but no less feminine. Her green eyes were constantly roaming and taking everything in through her horn rimmed glasses. She seemed to take special notice of me when we came in and after everyone was seated she spoke.
“Miss, I believe I’ve never seen you here before.”
“Uh, no my name is,” and I nearly said John, “Jane Ma’am. I transferred here for my senior year.”
She smiled at me, her eyes glinting with something I didn’t recognize. “Nice to see you here Jane. I hope you learn a lot and enjoy you’re year here.” The way she said it made it sound like her words had a double meaning, especially since she held her gaze on me for a moment longer than was necessary. Then she went right on to teach Biology like nothing happened.

At lunch I walked into the cafeteria and was met by the usual scene: all the different grades milling about, the groups of friends sitting together. I looked at Beth as we got our trays of food and asked the obvious question.
“Where do you think we should sit?”
She shrugged and I scanned the room. I saw at the far side an interesting table that I thought provided an opportunity. There were eight people sitting there and they were both guys and girls. You could see where the cheerleader table was, where the nerd table was, and where the jock table was. This one seemed to be none of them. I could tell not all the kids were the same grade, and so I decided to head over there. After pointing it out to Beth we wove our way through the tables and approached the target one.
I cleared my throat and instantly eight heads looked in my direction, three girls and five boys.
“Mind if we sit here? We’re new,” Beth asked with a smile.
Immediately eight voices welcomed us and they all scooted over to give us room. Pleased and surprised by the friendly response, I sat down at the end next to a dark haired boy in a leather jacket, while Beth sat across from me next to a nerdy looking brunette.
“Hi, I’m Jay,” the boy said with a smile as I slid in next to him.
“Jane,” I replied. “What grade you in?”
“Senior. I sat behind you in Mrs. Dells class.”
“Oh, I didn’t see you. Nice to meet you Jay.”
He grinned and I smiled back. He wasn’t bad looking, in fact he had a kind of dark handsomeness to him. His black hair was a bit long, and his face was a bit pale, but it all gave him a sort of rogueish look that I appreciated…which made me do a mental double take. How was I suddenly thinking a boy looked good? I mean, sure, I was bi before, but I never would have imagined…then as I thought about it, even if I had met him before I would have found him attractive. Now even more so. What the hell, I thought, why not?

We talked for a while as we ate, and I found out that we had a few of the same interests in movies and video games and such. I was careful of the way I spoke and moved all day, but I was especially so now. I must have been doing okay, because at one point Beth beamed a “good job” look at me. Suddenly, Jay surprised me.
“You want to come to my place after school today?”
I raised my eyebrows in surprise and stammered a bit. “W-well I just got here, and I’m not sure I want to spend my first day away from my apartment, and-“
“No, no it’s cool!” he said, cutting me off mid-stream. “It was just a friendly offer and if it’s not good timing for you that’s totally fine.”
He said it so easily and with a ready smile, and I gave him a grateful smile in return. Then, a bold thought entered my head. If I would have thought about it, there was no way I would have gone with it. But I didn’t think. I just acted.
“Bu-ut,” I began and I immediately had his attention, “I wouldn’t mind if you came to my apartment after school to help me study.”
I thought Beth was going to hit me the way her eyes grew as big as eggs and her cheeks flushed. But she hid her reaction almost right away, and Jay just gave me an even bigger smile.
“Sure.”

When Beth got me alone two classes later she raised her hand as if to slap me, but she didn’t, for which I was grateful.
“How could you do that?” she stormed. “Why would you do that?”
“Because you’re coming too,” I said sweetly, and instantly I saw I had the advantage. She was totally put off balance by that response.
“I-I what?”
“Well I need a chaperone and you just volunteered,” I continued in that same sweet voice.
“Yeah, because you just invited a boy you met two hours ago over to your apartment IN THE EVENING!” she whispered. “Why? You’re not even into boys!”
There must have been a flicker in my eyes at that because she backed up a step.
“No.”
I must have looked guilty because her eyes grew even wider. I really thought my goose was cooked now.
“That explains why you always looked at Brian the way you did. Well, now things make a bit more sense.”
I was totally taken off guard by her casual response. She looked at me evenly and I smiled.
“You’re not bothered?”
“Nope.”
“So you’ll come?”
“Yup.”
“Great, see you then.”

Beth drove me home as soon as school was over, and I made sure I cleaned up a bit before Jay arrived. Then Beth and I began some light studying together as we waited for him to arrive.
“How was your first night?” she asked suddenly.
I felt my face heat up as I thought about what I did, and I suddenly had this crazy impulse to tell her.
“Well…I spent a good amount of time checking myself out,” I said, looking her in the eye.
She looked surprised at first and then nodded. “I guess that makes sense. What did you think?”
“Did you know that my cock is 9 inches?” I know, I shouldn’t have said that either. But these impulses were just coming up and I wanted to follow them.
She started a bit when I said that and she blushed. I saw a small battle happened in her head in a split moment on whether she should respond with reproach or address her surprise at the fact.
“Nine inches?” she whispered, and I saw a surprised response won out.
“Nine. It’s huge when I don’t shrink it.”
“God, was it that big before?” she was speaking softly now and so was I.
“No not nearly.”
“Why would your cock grow after you change into a girl in every other way?” she whispered.
“I don’t know, but it seems just backwards.” I didn’t really notice, but our faces were coming closer together as we talked more quietly.
She nodded in agreement and bit her lip thoughtfully. “It’s almost like this was done specifically for you,” she said finally.
“I had the exact same thought, and it scares the hell out of me.”
It was then that we both realized how close we were. She looked into my eyes and I looked into hers. A thousand messages passed between us in a couple seconds, and my breathing stopped. I leaned forward and kissed her on the lips.

Just then there was a knock at the door. I pulled my head back in shock and we stared at each other. I could still feel the impression of her soft lips on mine, and I thought that I had just blown it. Then the knock came again, and I jumped up and ran to the door. I pulled it open and there stood Jay with his easy smile.
“Hey Jane, how’s it going?”
“Uh, hey Jay, pretty good. Come on in.”
He looked at me like he knew something might be up, but he just stepped inside and looked around.
“Nice.”
Just then Beth came out of my bedroom carrying her backpack.
“Beth?” I asked, my heart sinking.
“Sorry Jane, gotto go. You two have fun okay?” she smiled weakly and walked out the door before I could say anything.
I closed the door behind her and put my hand on my head, hating myself.
“You okay?” Jay asked in a concerned voice.
I smiled at him and nodded. “Yeah we just had a…anyway, you ready?”
He nodded and showed me his books, but the concerned look didn’t leave his eyes. I got out my own books and we studied together at the kitchen table. After a few minutes he let out a frustrated grunt.
“What is it?” I asked.
“This math, I just don’t get it!” he snorted, throw up his hands in defeat.
I moved around the table and leaned down next to him, studying his book. I then began to explain it, and I was halfway through when I noticed he wasn’t looking at the book. Confused, I followed his gaze and realized that the way I was bending over was giving him a perfect look down my shirt. At that point I should have straightened up, because he looked up and knew that I saw him looking. But instead I stayed bent over and kept right on talking. He took that exactly as it was meant, as an invitation to keep looking. Suddenly, he grabbed my head and pulled me into a kiss. It wasn’t nearly as good as the kiss I shared with Beth, even in that one single moment, but it was still pretty damn good. I wasn’t a great kisser because I hadn’t had any practice, but I just went with my gut as his hand crept to the back of my head and pulled me closer gently. Our lips moved with one another perfectly, and I realized he had a bit more skill at this than I did. I let the kissing go on for a few seconds and then pulled back. Jay was grinning like someone had given him a Ferrari for his birthday, and I have to say I was smiling pretty wide too. I took his hand and led him back into my bedroom. As we neared the bed, he pulled me into his arms and began kissing me again. But the momentum of our movement didn’t stop and we landed on the bed, him on top and me on the bottom, still kissing like…well, horny teenagers.

I can tell you I was incredibly nervous. This was the first time I’d ever done this after all! My heart was pounding and my palms were sweaty, but my desires were burning so hot I just went with them. Our kissing became more and more passionate, when he suddenly pulled away from my mouth and began kissing his way down my neck. It felt really good, so I turned my head and gave him easy access. But he didn’t stop there. He kept right on kissing down my body until he was at my collarbone. I thought he would stop there, but he didn’t and kept moving down until he was kissing just above my cleavage. At that point I pushed him back a little and he looked up at me, the same desire in his eyes that I felt in my heart. Acting without thought, I reached down and pulled off my sweatshirt. I heard him suck in his breath as my bra covered boobs greeted him.
“Damn, those are nice!” he murmured, giving me an even bigger smile. He put one hand on each and gave them a squeeze through my purple bra. If doing it to myself had felt good, the sensation of someone else doing it was three times as good. I bit my lip and smiled.
“Why don’t we get these off to?” I whispered, and he hastily reached underneath me to undo the clasp.
It took him a couple tries, but he got it and he slipped them off easily.
“Whoa. I’ve never seen any so nice!” he said, staring at them reverently.
I gave him a teasing smile. “Seen many have you?”
He grinned right back. “Well, you know. You’re alone in your room with a computer…”
I laughed and pulled him into another kiss while he began to pull his own shirt off. It took some doing since I found it hard to pull my face away from our kissing, but he did it eventually. I glanced at his chest and found that his lean form was actually rather well toned. He wasn’t buff, but he certainly was in good shape. I ran my hands up and down his chest, breaking our kissing just long enough to say: “What do you do? Running?”
“Basketball,” he replied, apparently happy to let me explore his torso.
I felt it for a few minutes, since this was my first time doing this after all.
“You act like you haven’t done this before,” Jay said, and I wondered for a split second if he had read my thoughts.
“I, uh, haven’t,” I mumbled, blushing.
He seemed surprised, but I was glad when he didn’t address the issue. He just leaned his head down and ran his tongue over my nipple. THAT sent a big spark of pleasure right to my brain, and my back arched as I gasped.
“Feel good?” he grinned.
“Oh god yes!” I sighed.
He went right back to it, licking one nipple and then the other, and it felt AMAZING. Sometimes he would swirl his tongue around the nipple instead of licking straight up and down, and the variety made me even hornier. All this time, my cock was super stiff, but I managed to keep it in tiny-mode. So I basically had a 1 inch hard boner, but my arousal was making it a bit harder to make sure it didn’t get nine times bigger.

Jay kept right on licking and squeezing my boobs for a while, but then he began to kiss his way down my stomach and I felt his hand touch the button on my jeans. I had a sudden moment of panic, and I grabbed his wrist.
“Uh-uh,” I said, “you first.”
He gave me his grin again and began to undo his own jeans. “As my lady commands!” As he undid his button I pulled down his zipper, and he had his jeans down in no time. He was wearing white boxers underneath, and there was quite a tent in them. Smiling, I softly laid my hand on it and was rewarded with a quiet grunt from Jay.
“Excited?” I asked, and in response he just pulled them down.
I was surprised, because his cock was even bigger than I’d thought. It had a slight bend in it so that it leaned just a little to the right, and it was semi-erect.
“How big is it?” I asked, my eyes fixed on it.
“Six inches tops,” he grinned.
I nervously reached out my hand and took hold of the shaft, giving it a slight stroke. I could feel it pulsing with heat underneath my hand, so I followed my instincts and just began to jerk up and down his quickly hardening shaft. He closed his eyes and ran his hands through my hair as my fingers worked up and down, up and down. Soon he certainly was sporting a six inch boner, and I was super turned on by the sight of it.

I’d always assumed my first sex would be with a girl, but in a girl’s body I found myself enjoying this a lot! Jay leaned in close and kissed me on the cheek before kissing me on the lips again, and I held his face close.
“Take your pants off,” he whispered between kisses.
“Not yet,” I whispered back.
“Why not?”
“Because…”
He pulled back and looked me in the eye. “Jane listen, if you have something your embarrassed about, don’t be. If you really don’t want to take your pants off, that’s fine. But girl, you got the sexiest body I’ve ever seen, I don’t think you have anything to be embarrassed of.”
Oh if he only knew. I wanted to tear my pants right off, but I figured if I did I wouldn’t be seeing him again. So I floundered for a response, not really speaking just making a few half-sentences that didn’t make any sense. Jay cut me off by kissing me again, and I felt his hands travel down my sides and take hold of my jeans. I gave a small, ‘mm-hmm’ through our kiss but he tugged twice and I felt my jeans begin to slip off my legs.
“Don’t worry,” he said.
Slowly my jeans were pulled off, and I was naked in front of Jay except for a pair of pink panties. I wanted to push him away, but I was so engrossed in our kissing, the way his lips felt on mine and they way they moved together…Then I felt his hand on my panties. I suppose he was trying to rub my pussy, but as soon as he touched my cock I lost control and it grew to full size.

Jay gave a big start and jerked backward, staring in astonishment at this massive cock that had just sprouted between my legs. I had a raging hard-on, and the nine inch shaft was pointing up, trapped against my stomach while my panties barely contained my balls.
“What the fuck?” he practically screamed.
“Listen I can explain!” I said desperately.
He froze and stared at me. I took that as an opening and took a deep breath.
“Okay listen, my real name is John Kilan, not Jane Kilan. But just after I got here-“
“You’re a transsexual?” he asked his eyes wide.
“No! That’s the thing! It happened overnight! Two days ago I arrived here late, so I went straight to bed. I was just an average guy, okay? But when I woke up I looked like this!”
His astonishment was quickly being replaced by disbelief and I knew I was losing him. Than it hit me how I could prove it.
“Okay, listen. Just watch this, okay?” I yanked down my panties, concentrated, and my dick shrunk down.
He didn’t speak for several seconds, and the tension in the room was explosive.
“Oh. My. God,” he said finally. “That’s not possible.”
“I know,” I said miserably. “But it happened.”
We were both silent for a long time, and I was fiddling my fingers between each other, hating my life with all my guts, when he broke the silence.
“Sooo…do you still want to have sex?”
I stared at him. “B-bu…this doesn’t bother you? The fact that I was a boy before doesn’t bother you?”
“Let’s put it this way: I’m not gay. But I like you, not JUST for your body. Hell your body would be enough! But you’re a really nice girl, and the fact that you have a bigger boner than me…well, it’s unusual, but I think I can handle it. Besides, you let me on your big secret, it would be pretty rude of me to be offended at th-MMM!”
I flung my arms around him and kissed him hard, and we fell back down together, this time with me on top as I showered him with kisses. He wrapped his own arms around me, and the sensation of our bodies pressed together mixed with the already incredible sensations that came with kissing.

“But, um, how are we going to do this?” he asked after a while.
In response I merely smiled and slid down his body until I was between his legs, taking his cock back into my hand. Then I stuck out my tongue and flicked the tip of his pink cockhead with it. I heard him gasp and so I slowly placed my tongue against his cockhead again and slowly began to swirl it all the way around. His cock tasted better than I’d ever hoped. A bit musky, but it was like sucking on a warm, tasty hot-dog, except ten times better. After loving on his cockhead for a while, I grinned at him nervously.
“I’ve never done this before. Sorry. Am I okay so far?”
“Okay, she asks,” he said in a shaky voice. “I’m getting the best blowjob of my life from the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met and she asks if it’s okay.”
I couldn’t help laughing at that, and then took his cockhead into my mouth. It was so warm and felt so alive inside me! I began to move my tongue back and forth as I slowly lower my head down. I could feel his cock bit by bit sliding into my lips. I must have gotten a third of the way down when I felt like that was as far as I wanted to go. I was scared I would choke if I went any farther, so I stayed at that point and just moved my tongue around a lot. My hand moved up and down the part that wasn’t covered by my mouth, and some saliva that leaked past my lips made the whole shaft slick. Jay was propped up on his elbows, letting out the occasional moan.
“Try moving up and down,” he suggested at one point, and so I did. Moving slowly, I began the ascent upwards until only the very tip of his cock rested in my mouth. Then I began the slow descent and found that I got a little more in then before.

Okay, I got this, I thought to myself. I began to bob my head up and down faster and faster, moving my tongue around wildly to create as much stimulation as possible. Jay’s moans were getting more and more frequent, and his breathing was becoming rapid. This made me give even more effort as my mind drifted in this lusty ocean of my first sex experience. I wanted nothing more than to pleasure my partner at the moment, and my bobs up and down became faster and my tongue movement even more ecstatic.
“Oh, oh, oh, I’m gonna…CUM!” Jay groaned, and the first shot of semen took me right in the mouth.
It caught me by surprise so I pulled off his dick and the next shot hit me in the cheek. I quickly began to quickly jerk him off as her moaned and shot three more streams of cum, two of which hit me in the face and the last one landed in my mouth. I’m not sure what I was expecting cum to taste like, but it surprised me. It tasted really good, salty and sticky. Giving Jay my most seductive smile (not that I’d had a lot of practice) and scooped the cum off my cheeks and licked it off my finger. Jay was gasping for air as he watched and gave me a winded laugh. He just lay there for a few seconds, recovering as I got all the cum off my face and into my mouth. Then I saw him glance at my own super hard erection and he gave me a worried look.
“So, what…” he asked a bit helplessly.
In response I just propped myself up on my pillow and began to run my hand up and down my shaft like I had the night before, keeping constant eye contact with Jay. I then put on an intensely hot, sexual show of jerking off my cock, with plenty of moaning, hip movement, tit squeezing and lust-filled looks. As I got close to my orgasm, I put my other hand over the tip of my penis and gave on last tug. With as feminine a groan as I could muster, my cock twitched and shot stream after stream right into my hand. As it plastered against my hand it dribbled down and coated my entire cock, making it twitch like mad. I couldn’t breath for a couple seconds as I felt myself both shooting and being covered in the same cum. Jay had watched this whole thing with obvious satisfaction and now came over and kissed me on the lips. Then he did something that really surprised me. He brought up my cummy hand and licked one of my fingers.
“Mmm, not bad babe.”
“I thought you said you’re not gay!”
“I’m not, definitely. But I’ve tasted my own cum before, out of curiosity. Yours is much sweeter.”
I gave him a grin. “Would it be rude to agree with you?”
“Oh come on!” he said and I laughed, holding him close. After cuddling for a few minutes we got out of bed and cleaned up and got dressed. In just a few minutes, I found myself sadly showing Jay to the door.
“Will your parents be mad you stayed out so late?” I asked.
“Nah. Me and the kids, the group we were sitting with, have parties all the time and stay out late.”
“Wow, your parents must be pretty fun if they let you do that!”
“Well we’re not exactly your typical teen partiers. We don’t drink or smoke or do drugs. We just get together to have fun, normal fun.”
“Correct me if I’m wrong,” I began slowly, “but you’re sort of the ringleader right?”
He nodded. “Unofficially. See, I noticed that there were a few kids in school who were really fun, nice kids. But they were either shy or not part of that ‘in’ crowd and so they didn’t have anyone to talk to.”
I rubbed his arm slowly and suddenly it made sense. “I wondered why a handsome guy like you would be hanging out with them. Normally a kid with good looks immediately gravitates to the cheerleaders, jocks, and beauty queens.”
Shrugging, he waved his hand dismissively. “I could have stayed with them, but to be honest? The kids I’m with now are real friends. I don’t have any regrets.”
Now I felt I should ask a slightly awkward question. “Is there anything more than friendship going on between any of you guys?”
“Well, I won’t lie and say that the word ‘sex’ and ‘fuck’ and ‘dick’ hasn’t come up in any of our parties. But no, not really. Sometimes I get the feeling that some of them have feelings for each other, but are afraid to break the fun atmosphere we already have.”
“But that’s really sad!” I said, and I meant it.
He kept a level gaze on me. “Says the girl going through the exact same thing with Beth.”
I took a step back and my face burned so hot I thought it would fall off.
“H-how?”
“I’m not an idiot Jane. Listen, I really enjoyed tonight, I think you’re an awesome girl, and I expect to see you both back at our table tomorrow? Got it?”
I smiled weakly. “Got it.”
“Good.” He gave me another kiss and was out the door.

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A little sister’s horny passions explode out of her!

Brother’s Incestuous Bet

(An Incestuous Harem Story)

Chapter Eight: Little Sister’s Horny Passion

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

Maria Reenburg

I was trembling in delight as Mom sat down at the conference table in my father’s office at the State Capitol building. His secretary, that whore-bitch Vanessa, was sitting across from Mom, the cunt looking arrogant like she had nothing to fear. She had her arms crossed beneath her boobs, lifting those fake tits and thrusting them out before her, her stretchy top barely constraining them. A haughty sneer curled her lips, her ebony face appearing unafraid. She hardly glanced at the thick legal document, wrapped in a blue folder, my mom had dropped on the table.

My brother loomed in the doorway, dressed like a suave stud in his suit. He had even more confidence now. Last night, he’d learned he’d bred Mom. Just thinking about it made my pussy grow wet, soaking my panties.

“Well,” Vanessa said, “let’s talk.”

My mom had such a big smile on her face. She looked at once sexy and powerful, a high-priced lawyer in her element. She had a low-cut blouse, silk and satin-blue, that cradled her large breasts. Her dark-gray blazer framed those lush titties. Her blonde hair spilled down around her face in lush curls. Her blue eyes were bright. They were piercing.

They were powerful.

I trembled, my short skirt swaying about my thighs as I brimmed in excitement. This was it. I licked my lips, tasting Vanessa’s tangy juices. She had made me eat her pussy out again after Dad fucked her. For the last two weeks, I had to keep doing it to lull Vanessa into complacency so we could pounce on her.

It sucked. I hated that I had to do it, but the entire time I knew Mom would destroy Vanessa. My mom would free our family from this manipulative bitch. Daddy was such an idiot for sticking his cock in her. He should have been sticking his cock in me!

Or at least Mom.

Vanessa squirmed as Mom stared at her. I loved it. Vanessa was trying to act calm and cool, but I could see the beads of perspiration dotting her forehead. I watched her breasts rising and falling faster and faster. Her chair creaked as she shifted.

The squeak of her seat made me smile.

“Well?” Vanessa asked. “You’re pissed because your daughter’s got a taste for pussy? That she likes going down on my snatch.”

My mom arched an eyebrow.

“Or is it that I’m fucking your husband?” Vanessa leaned over, those big, fake tits cradled on her forearms. She was showing them off. It was so obvious that she was proud of her breasts and was throwing those fake things in Mom’s face.

Mom’s lips twitched, a smile forming.

“Huh?” Vanessa asked. “Did you know your little girl wants to fuck him, too. That she voluntarily eats my pussy clean of his cum. She can’t wait to get a taste of Daddy. She’s a little whore for him. Great job raising her.”

Mom’s smile grew larger, intense. She sat there back-straight. She looked in control.

Vanessa leaned back. “Is this silent treatment supposed to scare me?” She flicked her eyes to the thick legal document. “Or that pile of bullshit you got there.”

Vanessa squirmed in her chair. Her breasts jiggled.

This was so amazing. A bead of sweat ran down her dark skin. Her weave of hair swayed around her shoulders. She put on a sneer. She was posing. It was great. She glanced at her nails, pretending that she was unconcerned.

But her lower lip quivered.

“I’m not going to stop fucking your husband,” she said. “He likes my pussy more than yours. Deal with it. And if you threaten me, I’ll go to the press and show the world what your husband is. I’ll destroy your family.”

My mom opened the folder. “This is a non-disclosure agreement,” my mom said. “Sign it, and no one will know that you were blackmailing my daughter into sex multiple times.”

Vanessa snorted. “You got no proof. It’ll just make the scandal that more salacious.”

My mom paused. Her smile grew. “I also won’t report your embezzling.”

Vanessa stiffened. “What?”

My mom flipped through the document’s pages. She stopped on a spreadsheet and turned her file folder around. It was a list of numbers. My mom slid down the numbers on the side, stopping at those that were highlighted. “See these numbers going into your account.”

Vanessa shifted. “Just normal moving money around and—”

“My husband might be thinking with his dick,” Mom said, her voice pure honey, “that he doesn’t realize you were stealing from his campaign finance, but I’m not. This is prison time if I report this to the US Attorney.”

“You’re bluffing,” Vanessa said. “You won’t tell because I’ll reveal the affair.”

My mom shrugged. “Won’t stop you from being prosecuted and going to prison. This is a lot of money. 2.3 million you’ve siphoned off. Quite the little nest egg you’re building.”

Vanessa bit her lip.

“One call,” my mom said as she pulled out her phone from her purse and held it out before her, “to the US Attorney, and you are buried neck-deep in misery. I have his number right here. Darin Riker. His wife is named Missy. We get together for brunch twice a month. I have his personal number. No secretaries or anything between us. When he learns what I found… Well, he’ll have fun putting you away.

“It’ll look good for his career.”

I quivered with excitement. Mom arched an eyebrow while a panicked look appeared on Vanessa’s face. Her head tossed back and forth like she was a rabbit struggling to find a way out of the trap. She glanced from side to side. Then locked on the door.

“Sign this form, return the money, and you can walk out of here,” Mom said. “No prison. Nothing. You just promise never to speak of it. You’ll get your severance. You can find a new job. No one will know what you’ve done. You keep quiet, and this goes away.

“But if you say one word about what you’ve done, I will bury you.” Mom’s blue eyes grew icy. “I will bring the full might of the justice system upon you. I will make your life a living hell. 2.3 million. That’s decades in prison. When you get out, those fake titties might be perky, but the rest of you will be ruined. You’ll be fat and flabby. Your face will be worn. Your soul will be old and tired, and you will then have to start over.

“Or you can put that body to work now. Find another sap to buy that pussy of yours. I don’t care. Just get your hooks out of my husband, return the money, and you can walk away.”

Vanessa swallowed. “That’s it?”

“Unless the idea of going to prison and eating the pussy of some bull-dyke bitch sounds appealing.” Mom leaned forward. “Or maybe you like licking cunt.”

Disgust swept across Vanessa’s face. “Absolutely not.” She sighed. “Whatever. Your husband is a boring prick. You should ditch him yourself.”

Mom didn’t answer. She just turned around the document and pushed it at Vanessa. Then Mom produced a gold pen from her purse. She thrust it across the table. It rolled and rattled, stopping before Vanessa. She picked it up, her dark fingers sliding over the bright surface.

“Fuck it,” muttered Vanessa. “Your husband’s a lousy fuck. You can have the money back.”

“Oh, I’ve already recovered it,” Mom said. “You still have my husband’s name on those accounts. I’ve been taking steps to protect the finances. I’m a signature on his campaign, after all I have the same access you do. Or did.”

Vanessa grimaced. Then she scrawled her name on the bottom. “There. Done. I won’t talk. I’ll quit. There are other politicians I can use. I’m fucking Peters anyways. He’ll give me a job in an instant.”

A surge of anger shot through me. She was cheating on my daddy? Such a wave of loathing shot through me.

“Good,” Mom said. “Now, on your knees. You have to make up to my daughter, too.”

“What?” Vanessa asked as my mom took back the document. She folded it up and thrust it into her large purse.

“You have to please my daughter,” said Mom. “You might have dodged having a bull-dyke make you eat pussy, but I’m still a bitch. You made my daughter eat your cunt. You abused my little girl, and now you are going to pay. You can eat her cunt right now, or you can find a new form of legal problems. I caught you abusing her.”

“But… but…”

I shuddered in delight. I pulled up my dainty, pink skirt, flashing my naughty, white panties. They were lacy and delicate, the fabric soaked with my juices. I breathed in, smelling my sweet delight. The wicked scent filled my nose.

“It’s right here,” I purred. “Just come lick my cunt. You know you want to eat this delicious snatch. You were such a fan of making me do it. Now it’s your turn. Because I know what you are. You’re a little dyke, aren’t you? You’re my lezzie-slut now. Get over her and eat me! Put that bitch-mouth to its proper use.”

It was wonderful to say these words to her after she humiliated me. After she made me feel so terrible. It was just amazing. My juices were flowing as I marched to her, my breasts jiggling in my blouse. My nipples ached and throbbed.

“There is no way in hell I’m doing that,” Vanessa said. Her face was twisted. “We had an agreement.”

“Yes, we do,” Mom said. “And right now, only the four of us know about it. You got one last thing to do, or this document vanishes, and I make that call to the US Attorney. Prison time, or you make my daughter feel good. You pay her back for all the humiliation you heaped on her, you fucking bitch!”

My brother moved. He flowed towards her. I shuddered as he grabbed the back of her neck. “You hurt my little sister, cunt,” he snarled. There was real anger across his face. His face was stony. His blue eyes were hard. He looked like such a stud. “Make it right or else!”

A wave of lust shot through me as he pressed her down.

“On your knees, cunt, and please my sister,” Sean growled. His voice was rough and hard. He was so powerful right now. “You were cruel to her. You abused her. You made my sister miserable, and you have to fucking pay!”

Vanessa’s knees buckled. She sank down to the floor. My brother loomed over her as he stared at me. He grinned at me as he pushed the bitch’s face nearer to my snatch. Vanessa stared up at me, her eyes wild. She had a look of panic on her face as she came closer and closer to my crotch.

“Just eat her out,” Sean growled. “You owe her for that, then you can walk away, find another senator to fuck, and pretend that your cooch isn’t poison.”

“Because you’re a dyke-bitch eager to eat my cunt,” I said, so excited by this. Sean’s blue eyes locked on mine, making me shiver as I felt his strength. “Just yank down my panties and get to munching.”

“Fine,” snarled Vanessa. “I’ll eat your cooch.”

“Because you’re a nasty dyke that just wants to eat my snatch?” I asked, feeling so naughty. A wicked shudder raced through me.

She licked her plump lips and said, “I’m not.”

“Right, right, you’re not eager for it,” I growled. “Yank down my panties and feast on my yummy cunt!”

She ripped down my panties, the cloth rolling down my thighs. The sweet musk of my pussy grew stronger. I gripped my skirt, trembling with excitement. My pussy juice dripped down my thighs. I was so eager for it.

Her eyes had a smoldering look. My brother released her neck and stepped back, letting the nasty bitch please me. She jammed her head between my legs. Her cheeks rubbed against my inner thighs. Then she pressed her lips into my shaved snatch.

And licked.

My toes curled in my shoes. I let out a moan of delight as she feasted on me. My brother watched, a big grin on his face. Mom was still sitting, her hands folded beneath her legs, her blue eyes as hot as my brother’s.

Her chair creaked. I knew she was pressing her thighs tight, her clit hard. Mom loved eating my pussy.

I shuddered as Vanessa licked and lapped through my folds. Her tongue danced through me. It was incredible to feel. She fluttered her tongue through my folds. My breasts jiggled in my blouse. I groaned out in delight, my eyes rolling back in my head.

“That’s it, you naughty slut!” I groaned. “Ooh, yes, yes, jam that tongue into my cunt. Flutter it around in me. Ooh, I’m going to cum so hard on your lips. I’m going to flood that nasty mouth with my juices. Just wash all the filth from it.”

I gripped her weave, holding tight as I undulated my hips. I smeared my pussy across her face. Her tongue danced across my folds. Stroking me. Pleasure flowed through my body. Every lick sent a new wave of delight.

“Yes, yes, you’re a filthy dyke-cunt!” I hissed. “You’re just a nasty bitch! You love my cunt! You’re digging that tongue through my folds! Ooh, yes, yes! Just fuck that tongue into my snatch. Flutter it around in me. Ooh, like that.”

I shuddered. My asscheeks squeezed as the pleasure flowed through me. Her tongue brushed my clit. Sparks flew. My breasts bounced in my blouse. My fingers gripped her hair. I pulled her mouth tight against me.

“Mmm, you just love my cunt, don’t you!” I growled.

“She’s going to town on your cunt,” Sean said, his cock bulging the front of his slacks. He watched with hunger.

Mom squirmed more.

“That’s my daughter’s cunt you’re pleasing,” moaned Mom. “Just fuck your tongue into her cunt. Make her explode with that filthy mouth!”

I shuddered, eyes fluttering. Vanessa’s tongue swirled around inside of me. She stroked my inner flesh. My pussy clenched on her tongue, my delight swelling and swelling in me. My breasts bounced. My nipples throbbed, aching to be touched.

I pulled her face into my cunt. Her tongue fluttered through my folds. She licked and lapped and devoured me. My orgasm swelled. I groaned, throwing back my head. My blonde hair danced around my shoulders.

“Oh, fuck, that’s good!” I moaned. “You’re going to make me explode with that tongue. You want my cream flooding your mouth, you fucking dyke-bitch! You’re just a slut for my cunt! Mmm, yes, yes, you want me to explode.”

She groaned into my cunt.

“Just say it!” I gasped, humping against her, my pleasure swelling faster and faster.

“I… I…” she moaned.

My brother’s hand cracked down on her ass. “Say it, slut! You’re my sister’s pussy-bitch!”

Vanessa growled, “I… I’m your pussy-bitch!”

A hot shudder ran through me. My orgasm exploded through me a moment later while her tongue fluttered against my clit. Pleasure slammed through my mind. Rapture surged through my body. It swept through me in this wild rush. My pussy convulsed and spasmed. Juices gushed out of me, spilling down my thighs.

“Mmm, just keep licking,” I howled in rapture. “Lick up that cream you love!”

Her tongue danced through my folds, licking up my juices as my pleasure surged through me. My head danced back and forth. Pleasure rushed through my body. Stars burst across my vision. I heard a chair slide back.

Mom stood up as I writhed through my orgasm.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I howled. “Oh, my fucking god, you’re my pussy-slut! Just keep licking me! I want to keep cumming on that bitch-mouth of yours!”

She did. Vanessa devoured me. She licked at my cunt, sending another orgasm sweeping through me. I moaned and gasped, my mind boiling in rapture. Blood pumped hot through my veins. My fingers dug into her hair, gripping her as I bucked and thrashed.

Mom leaned against my brother, whispering in his ear as Vanessa made me cum again.

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Sean Reenburg

“Fuck her ass,” Mom whispered as Maria thrashed through her orgasm, her tits heaving in her in low-cut, pink blouse.

I stared down at the kneeling Black woman. She had a great ass, plump and delicious. My dick throbbed. I groaned as Mom’s hand swept down my stomach to my slacks. Her fingers undid my button. The zipper rasped down. She shoved her hand inside and caressed my dick through my boxers.

I groaned as she stroked me. Then she dove her hand inside my underwear. I shuddered as she gripped my naked shaft. Then she pulled me out, my cock thrusting out before me. My pregnant mom licked my ear, sending a shiver racing down through me.

“Pound that slut’s asshole,” she hissed.

She released my cock as I winked at her. I fell to my knees behind Vanessa and ripped up her skirt. She had no panties on beneath, her cunt shaved, her pussy lips looking plump, her pink, inner depths peeking out. She was drenched. Her tangy musk filled my nose.

My gaze slid up to her ass. Her plump and ebony butt-cheeks hid her asshole. I pressed my cock against her cunt, rubbing her juices into the tip. She moaned into my cumming sister’s cunt. Maria shuddered, her body wiggling from side to side.

“Fuck that bitch!” Maria moaned. “Ooh, pound her! She wants it. Oh, my fucking god, bro, she’s got her tongue inside my cunt! That’s how much she wants my cream flooding down her throat and your dick fucking her hard!”

I grinned at my sister, winked at her.

With my dick’s tip soaked in Vanessa’s juices, I brought my cock to her asshole. I pressed against her backdoor. I groaned as I rubbed my sensitive crown against her puckered sphincter. I loved the feel of it. My pale cock pressed in between her dark butt-cheeks.

I pushed into her anal depths. She moaned as I worked into her bowels. Her bowels slid over my cock’s tip, engulfing me in her velvety delight. I groaned as I pressed into her. She whimpered into my sister’s snatch, her head still pressed into that yummy pussy.

“Eat my sister’s hot cunt!” I growled. “Feast on her! Make her cum over and over, you nasty bitch!”

I rammed my cock to the hilt in Vanessa’s asshole. I shuddered as the pleasure flowed up my dick. My balls smacked into her taint, her butt-cheeks rippling. She whimpered into my sister’s cunt. Her anal sheath clenched around my cock.

“Oh, yes, yes, fuck her asshole!” hissed my little sister. “Pound her, bro! Ooh, she’s going to make me cum again!”

“Good!” I growled, my anger at this bitch driving my hips. I drew back my cock and then slammed my shaft into the depths of Vanessa’s bowels.

SMACK!

My crotch slapped into her asshole. I groaned at the pleasure flowing down my dick. My heart pounded in my chest. She moaned into my sister’s cunt. I drew back again and thrust. I fucked her with my passion. I let her feel that she was a bitch.

Our bitch.

My sister and I used her. I grinned at Maria, her face flushed. Her blue eyes twinkled in delight. Her hips moved, her skirt rustling, bunched around her waist. She moaned and gasped, grinding her cunt on the bitch’s mouth.

“Ooh, yes, you dyke-cunt!” hissed Maria. “Use that asshole! Make my brother cum! You love it! I knew you would! You love it up the ass because you’re just that much of a disgusting slut!”

“A nasty bitch!” I growled, thrusting harder into Vanessa’s bowels.

My balls smacked into her taint over and over, growing heavier and heavier with my cum as I sodomized her. I pounded her asshole, the velvety friction burning around my dick. I groaned as this delight surged around me. I buried into her hard.

Every thrust brought me closer and closer to dumping my cum in the bitch’s asshole. I would flood her. I gripped her hips, thrusting harder, rocking her into my little sister’s cunt. The bitch moaned into Maria’s cunt.

“That’s it, bro!” my sister moaned. “Ooh, yes, yes, just fuck that cock into that cunt’s bowels. She’s moaning into my snatch. I’m going to cum again!”

“Good!” I growled. “Use her! Use the bitch’s fucking mouth. She deserves to make you cum!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” howled my sister. “Oh, that’s fucking hot. Oh, she’s got her tongue so deep in me and… Sean, yes!”

My sister’s body bucked. Her breasts heaved in her blouse. They were so lush. They should be free. I growled, watching the pleasure cross her face. I knew she was creaming the bitch’s mouth, flooding the dyke-whore with all that sweet passion.

My balls tightened as they cracked into the bitch’s taint.

My dick throbbed and swelled. It was just an ache that built and built. It was a pressure that had to escape. Normally, I wanted my woman to cum. To make sure the girl felt as amazing as me. But this bitch didn’t deserve it.

“Cream the cunt’s mouth!” I howled as I buried into the bitch’s asshole.

“Yes!” my sister moaned.

I exploded into Vanessa’s bowels. My jizz fired out of me. Powerful blasts sent rapture shooting through me. I groaned, my body bucking. The heat melted my mind. This treat surged through me. My heart pounded in my chest, the pleasure surging through my body.

Every eruption sent such ecstasy hammering into my thoughts. I loved it. I groaned as the bliss burned through my body. I unloaded every drop of my cum into the bitch’s bowels. I panted, my chest rising and falling.

“That’s it, bitch!” howled Maria. “That’s how you make up for being a cunt! Now get out of our lives! We don’t need you, slut!”

I ripped my cock out of Vanessa’s asshole. I stood, my slacks rustling around my thighs. I leaned against the table, panting as I came down from my orgasmic high. The bitch rose to her feet. Her face was smeared with pussy juices. My cum stained her butt-cheeks.

She looked dazed as she shoved down her skirt and stumbled to the door. She opened it and there was my father. He shifted out of the way. She didn’t look at him as she rushed past him. Dad swallowed, looking a little nervous himself as he peered back in the conference room.

“Is it…?” he asked.

“You are pathetic,” Mom hissed. “It’s done. She won’t ruin your political career.”

Relief flooded across my father’s face.

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Maria Reenburg

Two weeks after we dealt with Vanessa, we hadn’t heard a peep from her. She was still around the Capitol Building sucking that other state senator’s dick. I hoped she got caught robbing her new sugar daddy blind and go to prison.

But so long as she remembered our agreement, I didn’t care. Daddy may be a smidge pathetic, but he was still my sexy father. I didn’t want him to get hurt. I enjoyed the time I spent with him. His cock just felt amazing pumping in and out of my asshole.

But it wasn’t Daddy I was interested in at the moment.

It was Saturday evening. My brother was playing video games in the living room when I strolled up to him and tossed him my Corvette keys. He jumped when they landed in his lap. He stared down at them in shock while on the TV his character died.

“What the hell?” he asked. He snatched up the keys. “You giving me my car back?”

“Nope, just want you to drive me,” I said, my pussy aching beneath my tight jean skirt. I had no panties on, the air caressing the naked folds of my snatch as I stood in my wide-leg stance.

“Why?” he asked, giving me a suspicious look. Mom and Dad were at a fundraiser in Washington D.C., Dad making his connections for his bid for higher office next year. While Mom and Dad didn’t sleep together, Mom had no interest in divorcing him. I think she was getting off on cuckolding him with Sean.

And, well, it was kinda hot.

“Trust me,” I purred. “It’ll be worth it.” I ran my tongue over my lips as sexily as possible.

Sean burst into laughter. “What was that?”

I gave an annoyed huff. “If you can’t recognize sexy, then you’re blind.”

“Oh, I can recognize it,” he said, his eyes drinking in my look, running up and down my body, “but that… That was like you were slobbering over your lips.”

I narrowed my eyes. “I can find someone else to drive me.” Frost coated my words. “It doesn’t have to be you.”

He rose, a big grin on his face. “Oh, I don’t care if you slobber over your lips. There are other places I can kiss you.”

“Yes,” I hissed. “That’s what I want. Now come drive my car! It’ll be worth it.”

His eyes flicked down to my crotch. “I know it will be.”

He was so sure he was getting pussy. And, well, he was, but… I couldn’t be mad at his cockiness. I loved how bold he was.

I hooked my arm in his and whispered our destination. He blinked at that. It was remote part of Yolo County, out where the almond tree groves were. He shrugged and in no time he was backing my Corvette out of the driveway.

I didn’t paint it pink, but only because I liked Sean driving me around in it, and he wouldn’t look cool in a pink car.

He sped us there, showing off. The growl of the powerful V8 engine had my pussy melting. He was such a pro at driving it fast. My twenty-year-old brother wove in and out of traffic on the freeway, then he was passing cars on surface streets, roaring towards the destination.

I shuddered the entire way, cooing and giggling, my pussy growing wetter and wetter as my excitement mounted. This would be awesome. I couldn’t wait to do this. To have this wild time with my brother.

We finally reached it, a little hill overlooking the almond groves. The sun had set to the west. The Sierra Nevadas were looming dark behind us. I shivered in delight as he looked over at me, a gleam in his blue eyes.

“So, why did you want me to take you to a make-out spot?” he asked. “We can do that at home. We don’t have to hide it.”

“It’s been a month since I stopped taking my birth control pill,” I purred, my pussy growing wetter and wetter. “It takes that long for it to wear off. It’s the right time in my cycle. I want to get bred in my car the way a naughty girl should.”

“What about Dad?” he asked, staring at my nineteen-year-old body with such a hungry gleam in his eye. “I thought he was getting to breed you.”

“I changed my mind,” I said, twisting in my seat and leaned against the door. I spread my legs, my left throwing over his head and resting atop his seat. My jean skirt rose up. Thanks to the dome light, I knew he could see my shaved pussy. “I want a man to breed me. Dad’s fun, but…”

“He’s pathetic,” Sean growled. “But the bet?”

“I never promised that Dad would breed me, just that it was my choice who got to breed me.” I winked at him. “Well? What are you waiting on? Unless you’re”—he pounced as I was in mid-sentence—“pathetic! Yes, yes, Sean!”

He buried his face between my thighs. The stubble on his twenty-year-old cheeks rubbed down my thighs. His hungry lips were at my pussy. I groaned, my chair creaking as my brother’s tongue whipped through my pussy folds.

I was dripping wet for this moment. I shuddered in delight as I felt him lick and lap and tongue through me. His hands shoved beneath the seat. The gear shift had to be digging into his stomach, but he didn’t care.

He had his little sister’s snatch to eat.

And boy did he eat it.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I howled, my head rubbing against the window. I humped against him as my hands peeled off my tank top, my round breasts spilling out. I threw my top to the floor and groaned as he ran his tongue up and down my folds.

He brushed my clit.

“Sean!” I moaned. “Ooh, yes, you’re going to breed me like Mom! We’re going to have your children!”

“Yes, you are!” Sean growled into my snatch.

His tongue danced through my folds. He sucked and licked and nibbled on them. I shuddered, my toes curling. My heart thundered in my chest as he took another lick through my pussy lips. My body trembled, the pleasure flowing through me.

This incestuous delight built and built in me. This eagerness. He was priming my pussy for his seed. He was getting me ready to be bred. My naked toes curled. The seat creaked as I squirmed, the door shifting slightly behind me.

My moans filled the car while the windshield grew foggy with our passion. His tongue darted through my folds, thick and bold. He attacked me, feasted on me. My brother knew what I liked, and he gave it to me.

“Oh, yes, Sean!” I gasped as his tongue fluttered against my clit while his whiskered chin rubbed at my sensitive labia.

Trembles washed through my body. My body came alive. It was an incredible treat to experience. My brother hungered for my body. He wanted to give me all the pleasure in the world. And that was okay with me.

My head tossed back and forth as his tongue slid up through my folds again. I whimpered, my eyes fluttering. My heart thundered in my chest. My hands clenched and relaxed as he licked and lapped at my snatch, tingles darting through me.

My hips danced back and forth. I whimpered, my heart thundering in my chest. It was an incredible treat to experience. This wondrous delight that had my eyes opening wide. My head slammed back into the window.

“Oh, Sean, yes!” I moaned. “Ooh, you’re going to make me cum! You’re going to make my pussy receptive to your seed. You’re breeding me tonight!”

“Yes, I am!” he snarled, his hands gripping my ass. He squeezed and kneaded my rump as he devoured my cunt. “I’m going to make you explode. You’re going to melt into a puddle of rapture.”

“Mmm, do that!” I whimpered. “Oh, yes, yes, that’s what I need. Oh, I love it! That’s so naughty, bro. Just feast on me.”

My brother latched his lips onto my clit. He sucked on it while his hands moved. His thumbs slid into my butt-crack. One went north, crossing my taint, and found my pussy lips. The other slid south to discover my asshole.

I gasped as he thrust both thumbs into my holes at the same time. He filled my pussy and asshole with his thick digits. My cunt and bowels clamped down on him as I bucked. He sucked with such passion on my clit.

He loved it.

This heat swelled through me. This wondrous delight that had me groaning. My head tossed back and forth. I whimpered as he loved my little bud in his mouth. His thumbs pumped in and out of my holes, jamming into me at nearly the same rhythm. Two different frictions teased me.

“Sean, Sean, yes!” I gasped. “You’re such an amazing brother! I’m going to have your babies! I’m going to be bred by you! Ooh, yes, yes, that’s wonderful. Just love me. Make me explode.”

His thumbs buried deep into my holes as he sucked with all his might on my clit.

The pressure swelled inside of me. My breast jiggled. I squeezed them, fingernails biting into my flesh. My brother’s tongue danced around my clit then he sucked on my bud again. The pressure swelled in my cunt. My asshole and pussy clenched down on his probing thumbs.

All these wonderful sensations raced through me. They teased me. My mind melted beneath the onslaught of rapture. I groaned, my eyes fluttering. I whimpered. My body bucked as my clit sparked with pleasure over and over. The heat landed in my cunt.

On my impending orgasm.

“Sean!” I howled as my incestuous rapture exploded through me.

My climax detonated.

My pussy and asshole writhed about his thumbs. He jammed them deep in me as the pleasure rushed through my body. I gasped, stars bursting across my vision. My head danced back and forth as the rapture burned across my thoughts.

It was incredible. This heat that I needed. It made me gasp and shiver in delight. I whimpered and groaned. My heart beat with this incredible passion. My thighs squeezed about his head. I held him to my cunt as this wondrous delight washed through me.

Over and over, just sweeping through my body, leaving me gasping and moaning in delight. I needed him to be in me. I had to feel his cum spurting into me. I squeezed my thighs around his head as I rode through the orgasm.

“You’re going to breed me!” I howled as my orgasm carried me to such heights of rapture. “Oh, Sean, I’m going to have your babies! Give them to me! I need it!”

He wrenched his head up from my pussy. He stared at me with wild, blue eyes, pussy cream dripping down his face. He grinned at me as he leaned back in his chair, his dick tenting the front of his jogging shorts.

He shoved them down along with his boxers. His dick popped out, swaying there, thick and hard. He was just a tad bigger than Daddy. Precum beaded at the tip, a preview of the incestuous seed that would kindle a new life in me.

I was having my brother’s baby!

I threw myself over the gear shifter.

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Sean Reenburg

As my sister straddled me, I shoved back the seat as far as it would go. She was lithe and slender. She had enough room between me and the steering wheel. Both her hands gripped my face, caressing her pussy cream coating my features. Her blue eyes were glassy, wild. Her blonde hair swept about her flushed face.

Her round breasts jiggled before me.

She sank down towards my hard cock. I grabbed my shaft, holding it in place. I groaned as her pussy lips caressed the tip. A wild grin flashed across her face, brimming with that passion that made my cock ache.

She impaled her cunt down my dick.

She engulfed me in a heartbeat. I yanked my hand clear just in time as her wet, silky flesh slid down my shaft. I shuddered, throbbing inside her silky embrace. I groaned my pleasure as she squirmed on me, shifting her snatch around my shaft.

“Mmm, this is the dick that’s breeding me,” she moaned, her blue eyes sparkling. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed against me.

She kissed me, tasting her own sweet cream as her pussy clenched around my dick. My hands grabbed her ass as our tongues dueled. We shared in this incestuous moment. My dick basted in her hot cream. I could have stayed in her like this forever.

Just marinating in her incestuous passion.

But that wouldn’t get me to cum. That wouldn’t pump my jizz into her fertile depths. I had to breed her. I needed to knock up my little sister. It was a passionate ache that filled me. That drove me to grab her hips and pump her ass up and down my cock.

She groaned, her pussy squeezing around me as I lifted her up my dick. Her silky pussy clung to me. This wondrous sheath that held onto me. I groaned in delight, drinking in the friction caressing my shaft—my cock’s sensitive tip—as she moved. I gripped her ass and then pulled her down.

She bottomed out on me.

Maria moaned into our kiss. Her arms tightened, her breasts pressing into my chest. I clutched her tight, wishing I’d taken off my t-shirt so I could feel those naked tits on me. Her nipples were hard through my cotton. She whimpered as our tongues dueled.

I gripped her asscheeks. I held her tight as I worked her pussy up and down my dick. She bathed my cock in her passion over and over. She took me to the hilt time and time again. I grunted into her mouth as I savored this delight. Her tongue dancing and dueling through my mouth. I loved her with all my heart, my balls growing tighter and tighter as she rode me.

Our tongues caressed each other as we shared our incestuous passion.

I broke the kiss, gasping, panting as my sister’s rump flexed beneath my fingers. She squeezed her pussy around my dick as I lifted her up my cock. Then she gasped as I impaled her down my shaft again, that hot cunt embracing every inch of my dick.

“Oh, yes, yes, you’re going to breed me, bro!” she panted. She pressed her forehead against mine.

Her blue eyes met mine. They were my universe. She was so exciting. So special. I loved my mom, but Maria…

We went through with our bet, both of us eager to fuck our parents, and yet here we were sharing this moment. She wanted to be bred by me, not Daddy, and I wanted to pump my sister full of cum. It would be incredible. Just a treat to experience.

I would flood her to the hilt with my spunk. Every drop of my spunk would spill into her. I would breed her right now. As I stared into her blue eyes, a mirror to my own, I wanted that. I wanted to watch my sister’s belly grow round with her pregnancy.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I grunted as she rode me, my fingers digging into her asshole. “I’m going to breed a daughter into your pussy!”

“What if it’s a son?” she asked, a playfulness entering her eyes.

I grinned at her as she worked that pussy up and down my dick. “We need another bet.”

“Mmm, a naughty one?” gasped my little sister. “What do you get if I have your daughter, huh?”

“When she’s eighteen,” I panted, squeezing her rump, “you have to lick her pussy and get her ready for me to pop her cherry.”

“Deal!” she moaned. “And if I have a son, then you have to lick mine and get him ready so I can make him into a man!”

“Deal!” I groaned, her pussy growing hotter about my cock. “I love you, Maria!”

The words burst out of my mouth without any thought, but the change in her was incredible. She shuddered as her pussy slammed down my dick. A smile spread across her lips, dimples forming in her flushed cheeks.

“I love you so much, Sean!” she moaned. “You’re just like me! You’re just as much of a pervert! Mmm, we’re going to have so much fun together. Playing with our parents! With our kids!”

“Yes!” I snarled.

“So breed me!” she moaned. “Put a son or daughter in me! I want to have as many bets with you as I can!”

She rose up my cock again, her pussy molten around my shaft. I groaned, my dick throbbing in her depths. The ache swelled at the tip. She swirled her hips around, dancing her pussy around my cock, teasing me.

Then she impaled herself down my dick again.

She moaned as she took every inch of me. Her silky flesh bathed the tip of my shaft. My cock throbbed in her depths. She kissed me hard on the mouth as her pussy convulsed around my dick. She bucked on my lap, moaning.

Maria’s juices gushed out around my cock. Her incestuous passion bathed my crotch and balls. Her sweet musk filled the air as her orgasm swept through her. It was an incredible delight to behold. I groaned as the passion swept over me.

I kissed her with such intensity. With this wonderful passion. My tongue danced and dueled with her as she shuddered atop me. The ache swelled at the tip of my dick. My balls, soaked in her cream, tightened.

I squeezed her ass.

Moaning into her lips, I erupted into my little sister’s fertile pussy.

Every eruption of incestuous cum fired dizzying rapture through me. The bliss slammed into my mind. I shuddered into the kisses, my fingers digging into her rump. I held her tight as she squirmed atop me. Her writhing cunt milked my cock.

The pleasure intensified as I kept spilling jizz into her. I pumped my little sister full of my cum. It spilled rapture across my thoughts. I groaned, my eyes rolling back in my head. I shuddered and groaned into her kiss.

She broke the kiss, howling, “You’re breeding me, bro! You’re doing it right now!”

“Yes!” I growled. “Milk my cock! Your pussy… Fuck!”

I fired the last blast of cum into her. The seat creaked as I squirmed against it. My breath exploded from me as my orgasm peaked, died. I leaned back, panting, my orgasm transforming into that buzzing, heady delight pumping through my veins.

“Oh, damn, Maria, I love playing with you.”

“Me, too,” she moaned. She rubbed her nose against mine. Then she kissed me.

I loved my sister a lot. I thought it was Mom, that Maria was just someone to have fun with, but this was the true delight in my life. I wouldn’t stop making love to Mom, and I knew that my sister would still enjoy Dad, but it was me and her.

I could feel it in the passion of our kiss.

In the naughty fun we would have.

As I loved my sister, I couldn’t wait for the result of this bet. It would be months before we knew, and years and years before the payout, but that would make the results so much sweeter.

To be continued…

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Laura, a lesbian, has been blackmailed into taking part at an experimental program at the Mayim Clinic which aims to recondition her to enjoy hetero sex….

Chapter 11
CONDITIONING

At the end of the work day, Laura took her pills. She had phoned ahead to the Mayim Clinic this time to check they were necessary, and Amy had responded that yes, they absolutely were, and that Laura would be in the chair again tonight.

The chair! Laura’s pussy was drooling at the thought even before the pill. She knew it was silly and slutty to think that way – it wasn’t the chair that had made her happy, it was just that she’d been on the aphrodisiac pills every time she’d be in it – but still she associated it with immense levels of sexual pleasure.

Laura made her way to the Mayim Clinic with her twat throbbing. She must have looked strange as she walked, surreptiously trying to rub her thighs together with each step to stimulate her cunt. She wanted so badly to just stop on the sidewalk as she walked and dig her fingers into her fuckhole, but she was getting better (she thought) at controlling her slutty pill-induced urges and anyway she knew the release of the chair was coming.

At the clinic, she was ushered into the changing room by Amy and didn’t even care that Royce watched her disrobe. His eyes roving over her naked, bare tits and her shaved cunt didn’t bother her. She just wanted to feel that vibrator inside her.

Amy escorted her into the room with the chair and bound her into the device. Laura’s arms were strapped to the chair, her legs to the stirrups, her waist held in place, and then Amy pushed the anal plug against the entrance to her ass, and slid the dildo into Laura’s wet, welcoming pussy. Laura sighed sluttily as it went in.

Amy wasn’t done yet, though. With Laura strapped in place, she approached Laura with a set of wires terminating in sharp-toothed alligator clamps.

“What are they for?” asked Laura nervously. She realised that in her haze of arousal she hadn’t even asked what the purpose of today’s work was. Amy had already said they didn’t need any more calibrations from her, so why was she in the chair?

Amy ignored Laura, but Laura soon got the answer to her question anyway. Amy clipped one wire to each of Laura’s nipples. The sharp teeth of the clamps bit into Laura’s titflesh, and she squealed in pain. She jerked back and forth, but there was no way to move her arms or escape the chair, and therefore no way to remove the hateful barbed clamps from her breasts.

“Ow! Amy, stop it!” Laura yelled, still wiggling.

“This is the next phase, Laura,” said Amy. “Conditioning. Don’t worry. You’ll probably even get to enjoy the clamps soon.” Amy still had wires in her hand, though, and it turned out these were for Laura’s labia. She reached between Laura’s legs and clamped one on each side of the dildo in Laura’s twat, the metal teeth biting painfully into Laura’s cuntflaps.

“Owwww….” whined Laura.

With no further explanation, Amy stepped back and started a video on the big screen. At the same time, the vibrator in Laura’s cunt began to hum and buzz, and Laura discovered Amy was right – the pain was unimportant next to the pleasure from the stimulation of her pussy.

The film was heterosexual sex, Laura saw to her disappointment. In fact, it seemed to be entirely blowjob porn. Each scene was more or less the same. It would show a kneeling, naked, big-titted woman. A naked man would step into the frame. The girl would open her mouth, and then the man would grab her by her hair, and push his cock into her mouth. The woman would suck on it for a while, and then the scene would change and repeat with a new slut and a new cock.

Laura was grateful that she at least had a good view of the sluts. She could see them kneeling, their tits presented prettily, and fantasise about kissing them or licking them. And when the women took the cock in their mouths, Laura could pretend it was her strap-on dildo. She sighed happily as the vibrator continued to pleasure her twat.

Then something different happened. A man was stepping up to put his cock in the mouth of a girl, but the girl turned away and closed her mouth, rejecting the cock. The tip of the penis bounced against her lips, blocked from entering.

Several things happened simultaneously. On screen, the man slapped the girl hard across the face. And at the same time, an agonising jolt of electric pain exploded in Laura’s vagina and breasts.

Laura shrieked and bucked in the chair, trying to get loose, but the straps were too tight. Her private areas were in overwhelming pain. She felt herself crying. She felt her bladder loosening and a trickle of piss running out of her pussy and dribblilng onto the floor.

And then, on screen, the slut, appropriately disciplined, finally opened her mouth and took the cock into it, and at the same time Laura’s pain stopped.

What had happened? Laura tried to think straight, but thinking through the aphrodisiac was like thinking through a blanket of fog. The girl had rejected the cock… and Laura had felt pain. What had Amy said? Conditioning. Laura was being conditioned to accept cocks in her mouth….

That was silly. Laura wasn’t going to turn straight just because they zapped her pussy. She was born a lesbian; that wasn’t a choice.

And anyway, her pussy felt so good again, being buzzed by the vibrator. And the girls on the screen had such very nice tits….

The next series of girls all accepted the cock into their mouths like good girls. Laura tensed up a bit on each, worried they were going to be disobedient and cause Laura to be shocked, but they all obeyed. Laura noticed during this period that there were variations in the intensity of her vibrator. The closer the cock came to the girl’s mouth, the harder it vibrated in her pussy. When the scene changed and the male was offscreen it basically stopped altogether. Sometimes the men would take a while to get around to putting their cock in the slut’s mouth, and Laura found herself mentally urging them on, wishing them to put their dick in her mouth as soon as possible.

During this series, Laura had her first orgasm, and it was wonderful. It felt even better than the ones she’d had on past occasions, and she wondered if it was becuase of the teasing from the variable speeds of the vibrator, or maybe even from the interruption she’d had from the electric shock.

She was still thinking about this when another slut on the screen refused to suck cock. The stupid blonde bitch shut her mouth and pulled her head away from the cock like it was disgusting. The man on screen promptly slapped her, and once again Laura felt electricity course through her tits and beaver. It was shorter this time – the girl was faster about getting the message and sucking on the dick – but afterwards Laura was surprised by the hate she felt for the bitch as she watched her suck the cock. The stupid little whore had made Laura get hurt. Why couldn’t she just suck the dick like all the other good sluts and make Laura’s pussy happy?

The pattern continued that night for hours – longer than Laura had ever been in the chair before. Girls paraded across the screen, most of them sucking on the dick they were given but some rejecting it. Every time a girl rejected the penis, Laura got a shock. Some girls took longer to come to their senses than others, and during the longer interludes Laura found herself begging the girls out loud to suck the dick. At least she thought it was out loud – it might have only been in her head. Between the pain and the pleasure the whole experience became surreal, like an erotic dream or a horrible nightmare. Laura lost track of how many times she orgasmed. At one stage she became aware her bladder was empty and realised it was because she’d pissed it all onto the floor over the course of successive electric shocks.

Finally it stopped as suddenly as it had started. The vibrator shut off and the screen went dark. Laura bucked her hips, trying to get another orgasm out of the device, but to no avail. Amy came over and began removing the device from Laura’s pussy.

“Amy please let me cum let me cum Amy please,” Laura mumbled.

“That’s not what you say, Laura,” Amy reminded her.

“Amy thank you for letting me cum. Thank you for putting a vibrator in me. Thank you for watching me cum like a slut,” Laura babbled. She remembered more. “Royce thank you for looking at my slutty pussy. Thank you for watching me fuck the vibrator. Thank you for looking at my big slutty tits.”

“What about the shocks we gave you, Laura? Aren’t you going to say thanks for them?”

“Thank you for hurting my pussy, Amy,” Laura said. Maybe if she got it all right Amy would let her cum again. “Thank you for shocking my titties.”

“Good girl, Laura,” said Amy. She was holding something in her hand. It was the vibrator that had just been in Laura’s cunt, stll dripping with Laura’s cunt juices. She moved it towards Laura’s face and pressed the tip against Laura’s lips. WIthout even thinking about it, Laura opened her lipsand took the dildo into her mouth. It tasted salty and cunty and Laura sucked on it enthusiastically. And as she did so, from out of nowhere she felt another orgasm wash over her. It washed through her body from her pussy, leaving her shaking and weak. She looked up at Amy with a look of pathetic gratitude in her eyes as she suckled on the plastic vibrator.

Laura realised Royce was standing between her legs. He was unfastening the clamps from her. A boy was touching her tits, was unfastening clamps from her labia. This was wrong, but Laura couldn’t move and anyway she was so confused. And it was good to have the clamps off. They had hurt so much.

When Royce was done his hands were moist with Laura’s sticky cunt slime. He reached forwards and wiped his hands clean on Laura’s cheek. Laura just let him, still suckling on the dildo. He looked at her and smiled, and then deliberately reached back down and stroked her cunt again, wiping his hand along it to coat his skin with as much of her fuck nectar and possible, and then deliberately reached out and squeezed her tits, smearing the juices all over her large funbags. Laura moaned and writhed. This was wrong. It felt good. It was slutty. There was nothing she could do about it. In the end she just let Royce do it, squeezing her tits and wiping cunt honey all over them.

When Royce had had his fun he stepped away and unbuckled her from the chair. Laura took the plastic dick out of her mouth and climbed unsteadily to her feet.

“Say thank you Laura,” said Amy again.

“Thank you for taking the clamps off, Royce. Thank you for letting me out of the chair.”

“And?” prompted Amy, looking meaningfully at Laura’s breasts. Laura was confused. She didn’t need to cum as badly now. Surely she shouldn’t thank Royce for that? He’d effectively been molesting her. But everyone was looking at her expectantly and she was so tired, and needed a drink of water.

“Thank you Royce for putting cunt juices on my tits.”

“Good girl,” said Amy again, and Laura beamed with pride. She had gotten it right.

(To be continued…)

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EPISODE 5:
“Sleepovers are More Fun with Toys!
Deadly Fumes in the Night!”

The doorbell rang. Jennifer hurried to the door and opened it, revealing a smiling Theresa. Both girls squealed with excitement. “Get in here, you,” Jennifer said, grabbing her arm and pulling her inside. As soon as she got the door closed, Theresa pushed her against it and kissed her. Jennifer returned the kiss, and said after Theresa finally pulled away, “Not so shy about what you want anymore, are you.”

Theresa smiled again. “Thank you for inviting me over to ‘study’. Now take me to your room or I swear I’ll rip your clothes off right here.”

“Mmm, that’s tempting, but it’s this way.” Jennifer took her by the hand and led her to her bedroom. Theresa closed the door behind them and the two of them shed their clothes on the way to falling onto the bed together. They resumed kissing, and their hands roamed everywhere, feeling and groping each other’s breasts, legs, asses, and pussies, moaning into each other’s mouths as their excitement grew. As Jennifer’s fingers rubbed across Theresa’s moist cunt lips, she noticed there was a lot less hair than before, only a small, neatly trimmed patch remained. “Oooo, you shaved,” she cooed.

“You like it?” Theresa asked.

“I love it,” Jennifer replied, then pulled away and headed straight for it. She immediately started moving her tongue through the folds of Theresa’s pussy.

“Oohhh, God yes,” Theresa moaned. She reached for Jennifer’s leg and pulled it towards her. Jennifer repositioned herself above Theresa for a sixty-nine, and started moaning herself as she felt the other girl’s mouth against her own dripping wet slit. The two girls teased each other’s cunts briefly but soon moved on to mutual licking and sucking of their clits. Theresa was the first to cum, her head fell back away from Jennifer’s pussy as she yelled out in pleasure. As soon as she caught her breath, she dove back in, intent on returning the favor. It wasn’t long before she was successful, and heard Jennifer screaming down between her legs. They kept at it until they had both reached orgasm a second time, then Jennifer reversed herself and the two girls kissed again, their lips and faces wet with each other’s juices.

Jennifer pulled herself free from Theresa’s arms and slid off the bed. “Mmm, don’t go,” Theresa pleaded.

“A while back, I was snooping around in my dad’s room, and I found this box of Mom’s old stuff buried in the back of the closet. I took it, and Dad never said anything,” Jennifer explained while sliding the box out from under the bed. Theresa heard a click and then a hum, then Jennifer climbed back into bed holding a vibrating dildo. “So now I get to use this on you.”

“Oh shit, you have sex toys? I’ve had to make do with my hairbrush handle and a back massager,” Theresa said, then she moaned as she felt the trembling phallus against her clit. “Aaaahhh, oh fuck, yes, that feels incredible.” Jennifer slid the vibrator down along Theresa’s pussy lips, and then pushed it slowly inside her, increasing the volume of the girl’s moans. She moved her fingers to Theresa’s clit and rubbed it vigorously while she moved the vibrator in and out of her pussy, shoving it deep inside. “Oh God, oh God, I’m cummiiiing!” Theresa said, and screamed while her back arched against the bed. She panted and moaned while Jennifer left the vibrator buzzing away inside her, and gave a long sigh when she finally pulled it out.

Jennifer vanished from the bed again, and reappeared with another dildo attached firmly in position between her legs. “I didn’t think I’d ever actually use this, but now I’m gonna fuck you good.”

“Holy shit, your Mom had a strap-on? Who did she use it on?” Theresa wondered.

“No idea, and don’t kill the mood by making me think about it,” Jennifer said, taking position over Theresa. She aimed the artificial dick at the other girl’s sopping wet pussy and pushed it inside. She thrust her hips, ramming the dildo in and out of Theresa’s snatch, making her moan loudly. “You like that? You like my cock, baby?”

“Oh fuck yes, I love it, give it to me,” Theresa encouraged. Their lips met and they kissed while Jennifer pounded her.

Then Jennifer pulled out and said, “Turn over on all fours. Time for you to take it doggie.” Theresa did as instructed and looked back over her shoulder as Jennifer got into position and reinserted the fake cock deep into her. She slammed it in and out, steadying herself with one hand while she reached forward with the other. She squeezed one of Theresa’s breasts, then the other, then moved her hand slowly down across her belly until she finally reached her clit and started teasing it. It wasn’t long before Theresa erupted in another orgasm, yelling loudly, and then collapsed on the bed. Jennifer got down beside her and snuggled with her.

After a few minute’s rest, Theresa reached down and took hold of the cock, still wet with her juices. “Do I get to use this on you now?”

“You damn well better,” Jennifer said, kissing her again. Theresa unbuckled the harness and slid it down Jennifer’s legs, then stood beside the bed while she put it on and fastened it. Jennifer quickly moved in and took the faux penis into her mouth, performing an erstaz blowjob while Theresa looked down at her.

“Oh, you’re a good cocksucker, aren’t you?” Theresa teased.

“Mm-hm,” Jennifer replied with her mouth full.

“You want it in your pussy? Ready for me to fuck you hard?”

“Mm-hm,” Jennifer repeated. Theresa pushed her back onto the bed and climbed on top of her. Jennifer grabbed the dildo and guided it into her pussy. Theresa thrust with her hips slowly at first, but her speed grew with her confidence and lust as she groped Jennifer’s tits and kissed her deeply. Jennifer moaned into her mouth with increasing volume until she finally screamed and thrashed from orgasm. Theresa lifted her head, and Jennifer smiled up at her, then pulled it back down into another kiss.

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The door creaked slightly as it opened a few inches, just enough space to admit a plush alicorn. “Jennifer!” whispered Princess Sugarshine as she landed on the bed. The two girls were sleeping, still naked, with Jennifer spooned against Theresa’s back. “Jennifer!” Sugarshine quietly called again, while poking her in the back.

Jennifer groaned, and said, “What is it? Go away, we’re sleeping.”

“A monster has appeared. You need to go.”

“Ohhhh, dammit, why tonight? Fine, I’m coming.” Jennifer gently pulled away from Theresa and slipped off the bed. She walked to her window, opened it, and removed the screen. She climbed up and perched, still naked, with her feet on the windowsill.

She looked back to make sure Theresa was still asleep, then whispered “Gimme a V! I! C! T! O! R! Y! What’s that spell? Victory!” On the final word she leapt out the window, and the charms flew off her bracelet and circled around her, turning into a swirling cloud of golden sparkles. The rush of sparkles tickled against her skin, especially her tits and pussy. A sports bra and thong formed around her body. The striped braid appeared, starting from her shoulders and meeting in the middle, then the shell formed moving downward over her breasts, stopping with the lower braid. Bloomers formed over her thong, and the skirt pleats appeared, spinning around her body, drawing closer to her until they attached at her waist. Ankle socks and boots formed around her feet. Her hair blew wildly behind her, then came together and wove itself into a single braid down her back, secured with a red hair tie. A yellow glow appeared over her nose, then split into two that moved up and back, creating the visor. From the top of the visor and around to the back of her head, the helmet formed. A final flurry of sparkles moved over her chest, leaving behind block letters that spelled out “Cheer”. Then the sparkles dissipated as she landed outside.

She immediately performed a round off back handspring full twist layout, and landed to find herself surrounded by dense fog. “That’s weird, it wasn’t foggy back home,” she mused aloud.

“Nor is it anywhere else, just here,” said Matt’s voice in her ear.

“Matt? Are you here?” she asked.

“Just arriving. I’m setting down at the edge of the fog. Where are you, can you see anything?”

“Not more than a couple feet in front of me,” Jennifer said, reaching out with her arms and taking a few slow steps forward. The fog was faintly illuminated by several nearby light sources, but visibility was near zero. “Where are we?”

“Parking lot. Bensonville Plaza. Plenty of room to move around, so don’t worry about that. Just don’t smack into any of the lampposts.” That was the strip mall, the town’s other main shopping area besides downtown proper. Matt could see that the unnatural fog hung thick over the whole area, and was spreading wider. It started to engulf Panther’s feet. He heard Jennifer cry out. “What? What is it?”

“Something cut me, on my arm. It went by me very fast,” she responded. She pulled a bloodied hand away from her upper arm and examined it. There were three parallel gashes. “Are those claw marks?”

“Claws? How deep? Are you okay?” Matt asked.

“It got me pretty good, but it should heal when I change back, everything else always has,” she answered. “Pom-poms,” she added, summoning the magical weapons. Then she yelled again, louder this time.

“Jennifer!” Matt exclaimed.

“I’m okay. Fucker got me in the back this time and knocked me down.” Jennifer stood and winced at the pain from the wounds on her back. She felt her bra slipping off her tits, obviously the creature had sliced right through both her uniform shell and the bra.

“Something in the fog is messing with Panther’s sensors. He’s analyzing it and trying to compensate, but right now I can’t get a fix on you. You should get out of there,” said Matt.

“Hush!” Jennifer said.

“I’m serious, fighting this one blind may be too dangerous!”

“I’m trying to listen!” she insisted. Matt wisely shut up. Jennifer closed her eyes and concentrated on the sounds around her, pom-poms held at the ready. She heard rapid footsteps moving across the parking lot. She waited until the direction to the sound held steady, no doubt the monster had turned to make another charge at her. “Fighting Spirit Fiery Burst!”

“Jennifer, wait!” Matt shouted. The fog exploded. Panther’s cockpit shook as the blast roared past. “Jennifer!” Matt shouted again.

“Owww, Goddammit,” she muttered, while picking herself up off the ground again.

“Panther just now worked out that the fog is explosive, but I guess we found that out the hard way too. I can see you now, are you okay?”

“A little singed. I’ve had worse. You?”

“Panther has some ankle damage. The gas was getting into the joints, and I bet the shock wave built up a lot of power as it got out this far. You probably got the lightest hit being in the center of it,” Matt said. “Oh shit, there he is!” Jennifer turned towards the mecha and saw the creature running towards it at a speed rivaling that of large four-legged animals, and generating more of the fog behind it as it ran. It slipped between Panther’s feet, striking with its claws, and they became engulfed in the mist once more.

The damage indications for Panther’s left ankle increased, until Matt felt it nearly collapse. He shifted his weight to Panther’s right leg, but the monster naturally was attacking that ankle now. “Shit. Shoo, get away,” he said, while trying to kick at his right foot using his useless left foot. It didn’t do any good. The right ankle gave way completely and he went down hard on Panther’s back.

“Matt!” Jennifer shouted.

“Fuuuck. I’m okay, but Panther’s repairs will take a little while, and I don’t think this thing is going to give us any breathing room,” he said. The creature had already sped away, spreading its cloud over the parking lot. Jennifer was once again in the thick of it.

“Jennifer! I saw the explosion and Matt going down. I’m almost there. What’s going on?” said Princess Sugarshine in her head.

“Sugarshine, we have a tough one tonight. Can you see anything other than the fog?” Jennifer asked.

“No, nothing,” she said.

Jennifer grunted in frustration. “If only there was something to blow this fog away.”

“Yeah, too bad it’s calm weather tonight,” Matt said.

“No, I mean like the wind from a helicopter or something,” said Jennifer.

“Rotor wash,” said Matt. “Panther, how much downward air flow does the hoverwing create? Good. Okay, Jennifer, we’re going with your idea, but with a twist, since that thing still runs too fast to attack from the ground. I heard you say Sugarshine is here, right? Have her fly over the fog and verbally lead you out of it. Get clear and then keep going. I’ll send the hoverwing down to pick you up. Panther, set up remote manual control of the hoverwing for me.”

“Sugarshine! Guide me out of this fog. We have a plan,” Jennifer called out, while slipping her now useless bra out from under her top and tossing it aside. With the pony’s help, she was able to quickly exit the fog bank. She ran another two blocks away, clutching her breasts with her hands to compensate for the loss of her bra, and saw Panther’s large aircraft coming down to meet her.

“The repair nanites have created a harness for you. Get your pike ready and latch in,” Matt said.

“Baton!” Jennifer called, while putting her hands together and drawing them apart again. After the baton formed, she started it spinning and tossed it into the air twice. “Spinning… Ignition… Burning… Pike!” With a burst of sparks, the baton completed its transformation. She clutched it in her hands and ran under the hoverwing. “Fuck, this thing is huge up close. Okay, I see the harness. Time to be aggressive. B, E, aggressive.” She let the mechanical straps take hold of her and pull her up to the underbelly of the hoverwing. Then it lifted off.

“Here we go,” said Matt. “None too soon, either. Panther’s armor is taking hits from the monster again, and the damage is really building up.” The hoverwing flew low towards the Plaza, and when it arrived the fog was immediately blown away from it, revealing the slightly battered mecha. The monster ceased its attack and fled.

“It’s working! I can see you! And the creature! It’s on the move!” Jennifer shouted over the noise of the engines.

“Keeping with it,” Matt responded. The hoverwing stayed above the creature as it ran across the parking lot, its fog blowing away uselessly as soon as it was created. “Get ready to release.”

“What? You didn’t say you were going to drop me oh shiiiiit!” Jennifer yelled as the harness let go and she fell towards the monster. She quickly reoriented her pike to point downwards and held on tight as it plunged straight into the monster’s back, impaling it all the way through. The creature hit the ground and skidded to a stop while Jennifer rolled with her forward momentum away from it. She jumped to her feet as soon as she could and called out, “Megaphone! Roar of the Crowd Scorching Sonic Blast!” The megaphone appeared in her hand and unleashed its power onto the defeated creature, destroying it utterly.

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Jennifer crept towards her window and grabbed onto the sill. She whispered, “Final score, game over!” Her uniform burst into a cloud of golden sparkles that swirled around her and reformed into the charm bracelet as she pulled herself inside, once again naked. She left the screen out for the time being so that Sugarshine could get back in, then yawned and returned to bed next to Theresa. She settled into her pillow and closed her eyes.

“So… were you going to tell me that you’re Cheer Raider?” said a clearly not asleep Theresa. Jennifer cringed and cursed silently.

[Ending Theme: “Mechanical Love” by In This Moment]

“Debbie Woods here, reporting live from Bensonville. Uh-oh! It looks like the cat is out of the bag, but these girls definitely know what to do with a loose pussy! Join us next time, when an extra girl means extra hot sex, and an extra large monster means extra trouble, on Cheer Raider and SABRE Panther, Episode 6: ‘You Want to See My Powerful Colossus, and Also My Giant Robot? Bigger is Badder!’ Go! Fight! Win!”

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Some of this shit is actually true…more on the wlay

Hi I’m Lex short for Alexis. Yes I know Lex rhymes with sex, my favorite thing.
I met Julie in my sophomore year. She was a new girl in the school and to my eyes had a style all her own. We were total opposites in some ways. Julie was a brunette and had a sculpted athletic body and was on both the swim team and the volleyball team. I on the other hand was a petite blonde who was president of the drama club and one of the leaders on the cheer team.

That first year we shared a number of classes so it was natural that we would become study-buddies and then fast friends. Fast forward to our senior year. I began to notice that Julie would steal peeks at my body when we were changing after gym class or when we shared a blanket at the beach. These weren’t looks of appreciation or admiration, these looks had a sexual tinge to them. Soon I found myself peeking at Julie’s sexy body as well.

One day I was getting into my cheer team outfit before a volleyball game and I found myself getting all wet. I was in a cubicle at in the change room and while I had my top on I was naked from the waist down. I closed my eyes and brought Julie to mind in her supper tight volleyball shorts. Julie had the most amazing muscular, round ass and for some reason, her volleyball shorts fit her like another skin.

Anyone who bothered to look, could see that Julie didn’t wear panties under the shorts, and they revealed every subtle curve of her perfect ass as she bent over to receive a serve from the opposition team. When Julie dived for the ball her legs spread open, there in the crotch of those skin-tight shorts, was the outline of her entire pussy mound and cunt slit. Julie didn’t wear a bra under her tight top so watching her serve the ball was so sexy as her firm breasts giggled and her nipples pressed against the fabric. It was impossible for me to concentrate on my jumps when all I could think of was Julie’s sexy body.
I pushed two fingers into my wet pussy and moaned at the thought of rubbing my hands all over the outside of Julie’s volleyball shorts. I knew I could make myself cum in seconds but a better idea came to mind. I picked up my blue satin shorts that I work under my cheer skirt. I turned them inside out. The crotch of the shorts had a lining and I smile. I took a pair of tweezers from my bag and in seconds I was able to remove the lining. I pulled the shorts on and moaned at what I saw. The shorts were meant to be tight but now with the lining removed every inch of my shaved pussy slit was outlined against the satiny fabric.

I was certain Julie got thrill from showing off her hot ass and cunt during the game and now I would experience the same feeling. I adjusted the waist of the skirt so that the crotch of the shorts was visible at all times.

My heart was beating at breakneck speed as I grabbed my pompoms and headed into the gym. I joined the other members of the cheer team and immediately my eyes found Julie as she warmed up for the game. She was stretching on the floor with her legs spread wide in front of her. I nearly moaned when I saw the fabric of her black shorts pull tight around her cunt mound. Suddenly her eyes looked up and took me in. I put my hands on my hips and thrust my hips forward. I knew this action would give her a clear view of my pussy lips clearly outlined by the tight shorts. I looked again and Julie had a big smile on her face. She slowly moved one of her hands up her thigh as she bent over to stretch. I nearly moaned as I watched her hand pinch her cunt lips through the crotch of her shorts so that they protruded even more clearly.

Breathlessly I squatted down and slowly moved one of my pompoms up my firm thigh and began to slide the handle up and down the slit of my cunt. I looked Julie right in the eye as she licked her lips.

The whistle blew to start the game and I had to try and keep a level of normality even after what had happened between Julie and I. I adjusted my skirt again and as the game went on I was able to subtly flash Julie a few more times.

At one point I thought Julie’s mother, Helen, who was sitting in the front row caught me showing off my now wet pussy crotch to her daughter just before she hit an ace serve. I quickly covered but I found the thought of Julie’s mom looking at my cunt very exciting. As Julie got ready to serve I squatted with my pompoms at my side and open my legs wide. As Julie bounced the ball she took a long look at my pussy then I glanced up at Julie’s mom, and damn if she was looking directly between my legs instead of her daughter’s great serve.

I was beside myself with excitement. Everyone was watching the play but I was bound up in a lust I had never felt before. I reached down between my legs and pinched my cunt lips together for Helen just as Julie had done for me. Still staring at my cunt Helen uncrossed her legs under a very short skirt and I noticed she was wearing a tight thong that showed of her mommy slit. I gasped to see that like my crotch there was a large wet spot in the centre of Helene’s cunt lips. Helen took off her jacket and I licked my lips to see her large nipples protruding from her tight top. Like her daughter Helen wasnèt wearing a bra.

The next time Julie came up to serve I squatted again and I did gasp as Helen subtly pinched her nipples through her top as she rubbed her sexy legs together. When she opened her legs again, her thong was so wet it was nearly see through. It was obvious that Helen was clean shaven as well.

I couldn’t take my eyes off of Julie or her mother as Julie played a wonderful game, leading her team to a victory in straight games. The instant the game ended Helen walked onto the court and hugged her victorious daughter. I could feel my clit stiffen as I saw Helene’s slender fingers cup her daughters amazing ass.

Helen whispered something in Julie’s ear and the two of them looked at me and smiled. Hand in hand they walked over and Julie said, “Hey Lex can we give you a ride, Mom and I would love to celebrate. Don’t bother changing. I won’t either, let’s just grab out bags. What do you say? “

I was loving the way Julie and her mom were looking at me and all I could do was nod.
When we got to the car Helen asked me to sit in the front and throw my bad in the back. Julie jumped into the back but before she did she reached under my skirt and gave my ass a squeeze.

As soon as I got into the front seat of the SUV I noticed that Helen’s skirt had ridden up her thighs and there, close up was the crotch of her wet thong. The smell of sweat and sex permeated the inside of the car. As I put on my seat belt I turned and put my back to the locked door and spread my legs as Helen turned to shoulder check she looked directly at the crotch of my shorts and licked her lips.

So I have to stop at the all night drug store for a few things I hope that’s okay. Helen said.

Sure thing mom, I glanced in the back and noticed Julies fingers were gloving lightly overtop of the slit in the crotch of her shorts.

When we got out at the drug store I thought that anything was possible. I wanted to get my hands on Julies body and I didn’t care where I did it.

While Helen headed for cosmetics Julie took my hand and led me into the magazine alcove. It was somewhat secluded but there was a rather pregnant teen girl about our age flipping through Cosmo. She glanced up did a double take at Julie’s ass then turned her eyes back to the magazine.

Julie picked a SI swim suit issue off the rack and turned pushing her ass into my wet crotch. I had to push back hard and sighed to feel my wet pussy lips ride up the curve of Julie’s hard ass.

Slowly Julie began to rotate her hips as I humped forward…the sensation was remarkable. I wanted to pull down my shorts and begin humping my pussy on Julie’s perfect ass but there was the pregnant girl wearing white yoga pants that showed off her hump and her curvy ass and a tank top that revealed her puffy nipples and firm breasts.

Looking over Julie’s shoulder I caught the girl’s eyes as she looked over the top of her magazine. Her eyes showed curiosity, even lustful interest so I took a risk and slipped my hand around Julie’s waist and rubbed a few slow circles over her flat tummy lifting her top to reveal her tanned skin.

The pregnant girl’s eyes opened wider as Julie pushed back harder grinding her ass into my wet cunt. I couldn’t stand it anymore as Julie parted her legs I cupped my hand over the crotch of her skin tight shorts and rubbed the heal of my hand up and down her damp pussy lips. Then looking right at the pregnant girl I pinched Julies cunt lips together mashing the back and forth over my friends clit. Julie bit her lip and stifled a moan.

The pregnant girl dropped the magazine as Julie beckoned her over to us. Taking the girls hand Julie pulled her close and kissed her on the mouth. I sighed as I slipped my hand into Julie’s skin tight shorts and parted her soaked cunt lips. Immediately I slipped my middle finger inside Julie’s churning cunt just as she pushed her hand inside the pregnant girl’s white yoga pants.
I reached around and rolled the pregnant girl’s fat nipples between my fingers as I humped my cunt up and down Julie’s hot ass.

I loved the feel of Julie’s wet cunt but I removed my finger and fed the sticky wetness to the young pregnant girl as Julie pumped her fingers deep into her cunt.

On one level I couldn’t believe what was happening but I was so turned on I didn’t give a fuck where I was.

The pregnant girl hissed under her breath, Oh yeah pinch my clit fuck me oh my I am going to…..

The look on the pregnant girl’s face sparked my clit to jump against Julie’s ass and the three of us came at the same time…I filled my shorts with a stream of cum as Julie’s cunt convulsed spurted cum all over my hand Julie covered the pregnant girls mouth as she came hard soaking he crotch of her stretchy yoga pants I got down on my knees and buried my face in her wet pregnant crotch and pinched her cunt lips hard as she came again as I sucked her juices from the crotch of her pants.

Julie and I kissed the pregnant girl and then left her trembling in the magazine section as we went off to find Helen.

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Angela, Sophia, and Xera have to cross a forest vale crawling with giganaraea, a race of spiderwomen that hunt the woods for women to lay their eggs in.

The Knight and the Acolyte
Book 2: Magic’s Clash
Chapter One: Spidery Passion
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

Note: Thanks to B0b for beta reading this.

Journeyman Mage Faoril – Esh-Esh, The Magery of Thosi

“Why are you jerking him off?” Saoria asked as she lounged on her bed in her red robes of a Journeyman Mage, her long, dark-brown hair spilling across one shoulder and the swelling rise of her large tits.

I always felt so inadequate around her. My breasts were nice, round, and dwarfed by the lush pair my friend had. Her curvy body exuded sex. She sometimes seemed more fit to be a Priestess of Slata, letting men and women worship in her embrace, than as a Mage of Thosi. But she was skilled, almost as much as I was thanks to my years of tutelage since our time as young apprentices.

“We need to practice,” I said, stroking the simulacrum’s dick faster. I held a large beaker at the tip of his cock. “And I’m out of cum.”

“I don’t want to practice,” pouted my friend.
We were in our cell in the mid-level of the Collegiate Tower, the headquarters of the Council of Magery and the heart of the College of Esh-Esh. Only here was the arcane arts of magic taught. Students from the known world came to Esh-Esh in the hopes of having the talent to be even an Apprentice Mage and learn to harness the powers of the elements.

The simulacrum moaned. He grew nearer to cumming. He was an artificial man, created through magic, his pale, muscular body completely hairless. His dick throbbed, and then his cock erupted, filling the beaker with squirt after squirt of cum. He produced far more cum than a normal human, easily ten times as much and almost overflowed the beaker.

Cum was necessary to a female mage. It was the power source of our magic. For a priest, priestess, or paladin, their magic was powered by the god or goddess they served. For witches, they merely had an innate ability to control the natural spirits of the world. But for a mage, we needed a powerful source of energy, and nothing was more primal than sexual fluids. I could ingest the cum straight from the source, fucking or sucking the simulacrum’s, or any other male’s, dick. But it was easier to gather the cum and save it for when you need it. The energy didn’t last long in your body. Male mages had to use female juices, and the female simulacrums were engineered to squirt copious fluids when they orgasmed.

“There, that should be more than enough for us to practice with,” I said, holding up the beaker swirling with the pearly jizz.

“I don’t want to practice, Faoril” groaned Saoria. “I practice all day with Master Soviar. He had me shaping wood until my mind hurt.”

There were five elements in the natural world that mages could manipulate: Air, Earth, Fire, Water, and Life. Wood was easy to affect with Life magic. But the more intelligent the organism, the harder they were to change.

“We need to be ready for the test.”

“It’s in nineteen days,” Saoria objected. “That’s almost three weeks. We can take one break.”

“That’s nineteen days to perfect our magic,” I pointed out. The test to be a Master Mage was held once a year and only three Journeyman Mages would pass. This year, seven Journeyman were invited to test. Over half of us would fail. “If you want to make it, you need to practice.” I downed half the beaker, ingesting the thick, salty cum. It filled my stomach, an energy that seethed inside me.

I burned it and sent out a wind. It wrapped around Saoria and lifted her off the bed.

“You bitch!” Saoria gasped as I spun her about, her brown hair whipping around her body and the bottom of her red robe slipping up her sleek thighs. I laughed and then brought her to me and set her down, pushing the beaker into her hands.

“Fine,” she muttered, tipping back the beaker and emptying the rest of the cum into her mouth.

The simulacrum moved to the corner of the room, a pleasant, vapid smile on his handsome face. He stood perfectly still, his hairless body sculpted, his cock rigid. It was nearly impossible to make a male simulacrum have a limp dick. When I made Master Mage, I would own my own simulacrum. Only a Master Mage could own one, the rest belonged to the Magery Council and were lent to students.

“Ready?” I asked Saoria.

She nodded.

The stone floor beneath my feet became liquid and rolled over me. I gasped as I was pulled down into its gloopy mire. “Clever,” I praised as I sent my magic into the stone to fight Saoria’s spell while simultaneously precipitating water out of the air and splashing her in the face.

Saoria spluttered and I pulled my feet out of the liquid stone, conjuring air to lift me up. My magic burned through the cum inside me as I controlled the elements. The water I splashed on Saoria was gathered by her magic into a ball undulating before her.

It shot at me, hardening to ice. I used fire, the ice vaporizing into a cloud of steam that rolled past my face. I dispersed the moisture as her magic went into the wooden frame of my bed. The wood groaned and then the nearest bedpost surged out at me, wrapping around my leg.

“I see practicing with Master Soviar paid off,” I smiled. I made a blade of stone erupt from the floor, severing the bed post. I reached down and grasped the wood around my leg, shaping it into a spear and using wind to hurl it at Saoria’s guts.

We were Journeyman Mages. We had practiced dueling before. It could be dangerous, but it also honed our skills. We were destroying our cell, but we would receive further practice putting everything back together again.

Saoria heaved her mattress before her, the spear thudding into the goose down. Feathers exploded out, dancing in the air, driven by her wind. I held up my arms as they fluttered into my face, blinding me for a moment. Fire flashed, consuming the feathers into ash that rained down to the floor.

Saoria rushed at me, flying across the room. I thickened the air before her, catching her. She slowed to a stop, the air as thick as molasses. “Ooh, that’s an annoying one,” she groaned, twisting her body.

“Yep,” I winked.

Fire exploded around me. I squeaked in shock as my red robe burned to ash and fell of my body. The flames hadn’t touched me. She had exquisite control with fire. I hovered naked in the air, frowning at her. Why had she done that. I tightened the air around her and—

“Slata’s cunt!” I gasped as a thick, tapered piece of wood shoved into my cunt. She had shaped a dildo and used air to work it in and out of me.

I shuddered as the pleasure rippled through my body. The dildo was thick and covered in ridges that tickled the inside of my pussy. My toes curled and soft moans escaped my lips. I concentrated on my air, holding her in place as she fucked my pussy.

“Mmm, how do you like that trick?” Saoria asked, a big smile on her lush lips.

“It’s very…naughty!” I panted. “By the gods, you make the best dildos.”

Saoria winked at me.

I twisted the air around her. It sliced off her robe, sending the ruined fabric fluttering to the ground in three pieces. The wind kept spinning, caressing her naked body. I focused it on her breasts, tickling her hard nipples as my body spasmed on the dildo.

“Oh, nice!” groaned Saoria.

I turned her in the air and spread her legs. Her pussy was covered by dark, neatly trimmed hair. The wind blew through her curls, caressing her pussy and clit. Saoria spasmed, fucking the dildo faster and faster inside me. I drifted closer to her. The tart scent of her pussy swirled through the wind.

“You’re going to like this. I came up with it last night. I found it most enjoyable,” I purred.

“Oh?” Saoria asked, her eyes wide. “What?”

I shaped the wind into a tight vortex and pushed the mini-tornado into her pussy. Her cunt spread open, her pink depths revealed to me. The wind swirled through her hole. She gasped and spasmed, her juices caught by the wind and dancing through the air like drops of rain.

“Oh, yes! That’s so wicked! Oh, my god! It’s swirling inside me! Slata’s hairy cunt! Yes! That’s so wonderful, Faoril! Fuck me with the wind!”

I grinned at her, burning through my cum as I made the tornado spin faster inside her. Saoria spasmed, her breasts heaving. She gasped and moaned as her hair whipped around her in the strong winds.

The dildo inside me grew large, spreading my pussy open. I doubled over as I floated in the air. My pussy screamed with pleasure. The ridges caressed the walls of my cunt. I grasped my nipples, pinching them as I enjoyed her pleasure.

“Let’s see if I can copy this,” Saoria gasped. “It’s so good! Damn, I need to fuck you with a tornado.”

“Just keep fucking me with the dildo!” I moaned. “Pater’s giant cock, this is wonderful! I’m gonna cum so hard!”

“Me, too!” moaned Saoria. “But you need more.”

The cheeks of my ass suddenly parted. Whirling wind pressed between them, caressing my sphincter; I shuddered. The air was moist, almost licking at my asshole. I drifted closer to her, hovering over her body. Our lips met in a hot kiss as she slammed the tornado into my asshole.

The air spun inside my bowels. It caressed across the sensitive walls. I shuddered as the pleasure burned to my pussy. I moaned into her sweet kiss. I grasped her heavy breasts, pinching her nipples as we fucked each other with our magic. The dildo and the tornado ignited the nerves in my body.

I came hard, bucking and spasming against her. Saoria’s hands grasped my ass, squeezing my cheeks and pulling me against her body. We spun in the air, held up by our magics. The pleasure spasmed through my body, whipping into my mind. A part of me maintained my spells, fucking Saoria’s cunt with my tornado, but the rest of me was consumed in pleasure.

“Yes!” I screamed, breaking the kiss, our nipples pressing together as I bucked. “Sweet Slata’s cunt, that feels wonderful in my ass! Oh, yes!”

“Mmm, you are so cute when you cum!” Saoria purred and then spun about beneath me. Her ass slid up my stomach and breast until my face was buried between her cheeks. “Eat my ass and fuck my cunt with your tornado!”

I buried my tongue into her sour ass, sucking and swirling as I intensified the tornado fucking her pussy. My fingers found her clit, stroking her as my tongue probed deep into her asshole. Her body spasmed beneath me.

“Yes, yes! You wonderful mage! Mmm, you know the naughtiest magic.”

I made ice cubes out of the air and rubbed them on her nipples. She spasmed in delight. Her moans echoed through our cell. I rubbed harder at her clit with my thumb as I sucked on her ass. I loved the flavor. She had such a delicious ass.

“Faoril!” she gasped. “Oh, yes! Oh, damn! You are amazing!”

Her asshole clenched about my tongue as she came. She spasmed beneath me. I ended the tornado and moved my lips down to her pussy. I drank her tart juices as they flooded out of her spasming cunt, nuzzling into her silky flesh while her pants grew softer and softer.

“Oh, Faoril,” she panted as we descended to the floor, our room in shambles. “You are amazing. You’re the best in the class.”

I nodded my head.

“You’re going to pass,” she said, her eyes widening, her lip trembling.

“So will you,” I smiled at her. I gave her a hug and kissed her lips. “We’ll both pass.”

She nodded, her eyes distant.

I looked around at the mess. “Well, we should keep practicing and fix this up.”

“Yeah,” she muttered. “I need to practice more. I have to be as good as you if I’m going to make it.”

“You will,” I beamed, pulling the dildo out of my cunt. I sent it to my bed post and shaped it back into the frame like it always belonged there.

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King Edward IV – Shesax, the Kingdom of Secare

“You sure this is a good idea,” I whispered to my pregnant wife.

Lavinia, my queen, fixed me with a determined smile, her hands resting on her pregnant belly. She was a gorgeous woman, a Zeutchian princess with blonde hair and blue eyes. “You are the king. You are strong. You can control a warlock. Angela has to be stopped. You heard the Lesbius Oracle. There is a way for her to kill the dragon. Be strong.”

I nodded my head. Her words heartened me. I was the king. I had to be strong to make sure that my unborn son would follow me onto the throne. On my coronation, the Sekar Oracle had warned me that the descendant of the long dead High King Peter would kill me and take my throne. It was absurd for a woman to ever rule, and yet I feared Angela. She was a direct female descendant of Peter’s youngest daughter Lily. When the High King Died, only his daughter Lily survived him. He had no heir, no daughter could inherit rulership, and his grand empire broke apart into the modern countries of Secare, Valya, Thosi, Zeutch, Haz, Thlin, and Athlos.

“We cannot let her reforge the High King’s sword,” my wife whispered. “That sword was broken for a reason.”

The sword was forged of adamantium by Krab, the God of Crafting, himself as a gift to Peter. With that sword, the young king had conquered most of the known world. He had called his empire the High Kingdom of Hamilten. But Slata was jealous of Peter. He was one of the God Pater’s bastard offspring, and Slata had always been jealous of her husband’s attention to his bastards. She had cursed Lily to have only daughters and ensured all of Peter’s male heirs perished.

“We should have just had her assassinated from the beginning,” I cursed. There were good reasons not to. I had heeded Lady Delilah’s counsel. If I killed Angela, it might have turned the Knights Deute against me. So instead, I conspired with High Priestess Vivian to taint Angela’s Quest. All apprentice knights had to complete a divine quest, supposedly chosen at random, to attain full knighthood.

Angela was given the quest of slaying the dragon Dominari. In a hundred years, every knight-trainee of the three orders had failed to kill the dragon. I assumed Angela would be next to fail, but today the cunt had visited the Lesbius Oracle and received a fortuitous prophecy.

I couldn’t trust that she would fail. I had to ensure it. So I listened to my wife’s plan of hiring a warlock, a mage declared rogue and hunted by the Magery Council. My skin crawled. This had to be conducted in secret. Lavinia had used her servants to make contact this afternoon. He agreed to meet at midnight.

“Maybe you should leave,” I whispered to my wife.

“No. I must be here. He expects us both. Besides, he will not harm us. He knows we can give him resources once he succeeds.”

“Resources for what?”

“For whatever he needs,” my wife purred. “To continue whatever research had him banished by the Magery Council and fleeing their order of execution.”

“Exactly,” a voice purred out of the darkness.

I jumped. The wall of our bedchamber had opened up, forming a makeshift door with a neighboring antechamber. A man dressed in crimson robes stepped in. His reddish hands, marking him as Thlinian, peeked out of the wide sleeves of his robe. The hood’s cowl deeply shadowed the warlock’s face. Only his orange eyes were visible through the shadows.

“Fireeyes?” I asked, then felt like an idiot. Who else would it be? Particularly with eyes that burned in a shadowy face.

“That is the name I now use,” the warlock answered, his voice a rasping whisper.

Behind him, a naked woman entered, her body completely hairless, her eyes lifeless like a doll. She meekly stood a step behind the warlock. My eyebrows furrowed as I studied her body. Her thighs were stained with fluids and the hot scent of tart pussy wafted through the room. A diamond pendant glinted between her breasts.

“Why did you bring your whore?” I demanded.

“His simulacrum,” my wife whispered. “Only a Master Mage possesses one.”

“Your wife is well-informed,” Fireeyes answered. “Now, shall we discuss my servant or why you wish to hire my services?”

“I need you to kill a knight on her quest,” I answered. “She’s in the Deorc Forest at the Lesbius Oracle.”

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Knight-Errant Angela – The Oracle of Lesbius, Deorc Forest

The Oracle of Lesbius slid off my body, her dusky skin gleaming with sweat and the juices of our love making. She stood with a willowy grace, her hips undulating as she moved back into her bower, leaving me heaving on the colorful pillows. Her words echoed in my mind. A prophecy that held the key to defeating the dragon Dominari.

There was hope. Tears burned in my eyes. I trembled and shook as the emotion mixed with the bliss still rippling through me. I could defeat the dragon, the first knight ever to succeed. I wasn’t on a death sentence with Sophia. My breasts heaved as I trembled. My eyes found Sophia where she watched, the acolyte’s smile wide, her green eyes brimming with tears, her hands clasped hopefully before her.

She was so beautiful. I had been so distant from her, pushing her away. I couldn’t remember why? Was it simply that I wasn’t in love with the girl. There was a…hole in my thoughts. I frowned, my excitement dwindling. I had given something up. Something that I had cared about, and it left me empty. I had memories of…someone. I felt like I had known the name just moments ago, but it was gone now. It had been someone that I had shared my bed and life with. But who was it?

What did I give up for hope?

The Oracle curled into a ball, her golden eyes closed, and her breasts rose and fell with the simple rhythm of sleep. I pushed myself up, shaking my head. I must have been sure the price was worth it. Whomever I had given up couldn’t have been that important to me.

“We’re going to do it!” Sophia shrieked.

She rushed towards me and threw her arms around my shoulders as I sat up, her impulsive lips raining kisses about my cheeks. They were delicious, caressing my cheeks with hot fire. I held her tight, sharing in her joy.

Then she froze. “Sorry.”

Sophia pulled away. Her face twisted with sadness. I sighed and clutched her hand, and smiled at her. “Don’t be. It’s okay. We should celebrate.”

“Yes, the Oracle gave such sage words,” nodded Xera.

The elf huntress lounged against the wall, tall and lush, naked save for a simple belt from which hung her quiver of arrows. Her body was painted with greens and browns, a mottled pattern that helped her vanish into the thick brush of the Deorc Forest. Her hair was green and short, a utilitarian cut, and her pointed ears rose out of her green locks. She was taller than me. She was taller than most humans.

“What did the prophecy mean?” Sophia asked, glancing at the slumbering Oracle. The demigoddess—daughter of Cnawen and Rithi, God of Knowledge and Goddess of Art—seemed at peace. “Am I the virgin whore?”

A grin split my lips. The Oracle’s prophecy mentioned half-a-dozen companions to join me. “Well, you are pretty whorish, Sophia. With women, anyways.”

“And, I believe, that priestesses of Saphique sell their bodies to female worshipers,” Xera added. Xera wasn’t her real name. Her full name was difficult for humans to pronounce.

“We don’t sell our bodies,” huffed Sophia. “For a donation, women worship the Virgin Goddess in the arms of her priestesses and acolytes. It’s a very pleasant duty.”

I laughed, it felt wonderful. “Yep, a whore untouched by men.”

Sophia put her hands on her hips, pushing in the simple robe of white she wore to cling to her lithe curves. She was a petite woman, but had a curvy ass. Her lips fought a smile. With her light-brown hair framing her delicate features, she made quite the Secaran beauty. I was Secaran, too, though you never would know it by my flaming-red hair. There was a Tuathan in my ancestry.

“Does that make me the Quiet Stalker?” Xera pondered, her face tightening. “I had hoped leading you to the Lesbius Oracle would end my involvement.”

“Oh, it can’t be you,” Sophia gasped.

“Do you think I’m not capable of moving unseen?” Xera’s violet eyes narrowed.

“Oh, no, I didn’t mean that. You have a pregnant wife. You can’t risk your life with us on this journey.”

Xera bit her lip. “Words of prophecy are not easily ignored. Doing so can lead to disastrous consequences.”

“Well, maybe there’s another elvish hunter they’re talking about,” Sophia pointed out. “Like, um, those other ones that were with you.”

“Yet I was the one that chose to lead you to the oracle and involve myself in your quest.”

I furrowed my eyebrows. What would happen if she didn’t come? Would my quest end in ruin if I failed to find all the companions named? “It has to be her decisions to come with us, Sophia. But…it can’t be coincidence that we were led here by an elvish huntress and then received that prophecy.”

Xera nodded. “Yes. I have much to consider.”

I wanted to say more, to beg her, but she was a strong woman. She would make the decision on her own. I just had to hope her honor would outweigh her desire to stay with her pregnant wife. I grimaced; what a terrible knight I must be to want to pull a woman from her family and ask her to risk her life.

“There’s more to the prophecy than companions,” Xera finally said. “The shattered blade?”

“The High King’s blade,” I answered, shifting on my feet. The sword that belonged to my ancient ancestor, the High King Peter.

“But that was broke into five pieces…oh,” Sophia blushed. “She did mention five shards, didn’t she.”

I nodded. “After his death, they were broken up and scattered across the lands. No one wanted the sword claimed again. Legends say the five pieces were hidden in and well guarded. And even if they were found, they would have to be reforged. The blade is made of adamantium. No normal smith can work that metal.”

Sophia frowned, “I remember being lectured on this subject as a novice.” She tapped her chin. “Ooh, why didn’t I pay better attention? One of the pieces was hidden in Murathi, wherever that is.”

“Far to the north in lands now claimed by the Larg Orcs,” Xera answered. “It is a holy place to them, some ruins that they worship at.”

“Fun,” Sophia groaned. “And let’s see…another is hidden in a volcano on the Isle of Birds. I think a third piece was hidden in the Mirage Gardens in the Halani Desert.”

I stared at Sophia with eager excitement. “And the other two?”

Sophia furrowed her eyebrows. “Umm…the Haunted Forest. In a ruined castle in the depths of that terrible place.”

It was my turn to groan. “They really didn’t want this sword reforged.”

“It was the High King’s blade, the symbol of his empire. None of the usurping kings that carved up his empire could have been happy with that symbol around,” Sophia answered. “Oh, the last one is in Rartha. In the Great Vault.”

“I have heard of the Great Vault,” Xera whispered. “The merchant princes of Rartha store their greatest treasures in there. It is impenetrable.”

“And we still need to learn the way to forge the sword,” I groaned, my hope dying. “Finding the sword seems a task more monumental than killing the dragon. Do you know of the ritual to work adamantium?”

Sophia shook her head. “I don’t recall that lecture, but then I spent much of my time seducing timid novices instead of paying attention to such boring stuff. Sorry.”

“Perhaps the answers can be found in the Library of Khalesithan. My wife is a librarian there.”

“Elves have a library?” Sophia gasped.

Xera gave her a fixed look.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to make it sound like you were a bunch of…um…” Sophia’s cheeks burned. “I’m not making this better, am I?”

Xera shook her head.

Sophia walked to the Elf and hugged her. “Sorry. Can you forgive me for being a dumb human?”

Xera laughed. “You are so impish.”

“I know,” giggled Sophia before she planted a hot kiss on Xera’s lips.

I squeezed my thighs together as I watched. Memories of Sophia’s kisses heated my body. Sophia became Lady Delilah in my imagination—my first crush. I remembered the kisses Lady Delilah gave me before I left on my Quest. She was such a beauty with flaming-red hair. I could still picture the first time I saw her riding into my parent’s estate dressed in the armor of a Knight Deute. She was the reason I joined the Knights Deute.

I shook my head and forced myself to stand. I was drained from the Oracle’s embrace. She had fed off my sexual energy to feed her prophecy. The world swam about me for a moment, and I stumbled before I caught my balance.

“Angela?” Sophia asked, giving me a worried look. “Are you okay?”

“Just tired,” I said, reaching for my discarded armor. “We still have some daylight left, let’s get moving to Khalesithan.” What a hard word to say. Khalesithan.

Xera shook her head. “We should rest here for the night. I do not think the Oracle will mind.”

“Why? We still have a few hours left?”

“Do you want to get caught in the giganraneae’s vale when night falls?” the elf asked.

I shuddered. The Lesbius Oracle was in the heart of a spidery vale. The dark trees were covered in thick cobwebs. The giganraneae were a race of intelligent, spider-like monsters, an offshoot of the werespiders. They couldn’t transform into human form, but still require humanoids for reproducing. The race is all female, and they deposit their eggs with an ovipositor into a humanoids body. When the eggs hatch, the young feast on the host. The giganraneae keep the host paralyzed and cocooned until their daughters hatch.

“No,” Sophia shuddered.

I sank back down to the pillows that covered the floor of the oracle’s cave. “We can wait until morning.”

My exhaustion pulled me down into sleep.

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Xerathalasia

I woke up with Sophia cuddled against me. The colorful sheets hanging from the top of the Oracle’s cave billowed and waved in a slight breeze. Sophia’s pale face lay on my arm, her face so cute as she slumbered.

Angela still slept by herself. The Oracle’s ritual had exhausted the knight and she had slept undisturbed for hours. Though we were underground, my instincts told me dawn wasn’t far off. Time to rise and face the dangers of slipping out of the vale.

The giganraneae were dangerous monsters. They were only tolerated to exist by my people because they protected the Oracle. If someone wanted to seek her advice, they had to brave true dangers. The giganraneae knew not to leave the vale or our hunters would dispatch them. But any who wandered into the valley were theirs to hunt.

“Matar, watch over us as we stalk through the dark vale,” I prayed to the hermaphroditic goddess that birthed the elves and our sister races. There were five hermaphroditic races birthed by the goddess impregnating herself with her own cock, each attuned with one of the five elements. Elves were of life, gnomes of earth, sylphs of air, nixies of water, and dragons of fire.

I shook Sophia.

“Hmm,” the sleepy human murmured.

“It’s morning,” I whispered as I slipped my arm out from underneath her. “Time to break our fast and brave the dangers of the vale.”

Sophia’s face paled. “Ooh, I had forgotten about that. It’s so creepy out there.”

“Yes,” Angela nodded, stretching as she woke up.

The human knight was a gorgeous woman, large breasts thrusting before her. Her body was lean and muscled. She moved with the grace of a trained fighter as she gathered up the pieces of her armor. She buckled on her half-breastplate, leaving her midriff and a generous amount of cleavage bare, followed by her pauldrons protecting her shoulders. A thick swordbelt buckled around her waist from which her chainmail loincloth dangled. Thigh-high boots covered by metal greaves were next, followed by her bracers on her forearms. Elves didn’t use armor. We relied on our quick reflexes to avoid hits.

Sophia nibbled on her hard trail rations. I didn’t carry supplies. I could forage as we walked, eating the bounty of nature. The humans, however, couldn’t eat half of what the Deorc Forest offered. They balked at eating tasty pine cones.

“Let’s get this over with,” Sophia said. “I hope our horses are still fine.”

Angela nodded her head, her flaming hair brushing her shiny pauldrons. “They had forage and were hobbled. They should be fine.”

The humans were attached to their horses despite being unable to speak to them. Angela’s warhorse, Midnight, had a great deal of loyalty to his rider, and Purity, Sophia’s mount, just adored her the acolyte.

Angela drew her sword as she led us through the narrow tunnel that led back to the surface. Only the Oracle’s chamber was covered in colorful sheets to hide the hard dirt walls and ceiling. Roots of trees poked through, forming a curtain of wispy tendrils that tickled my face as I followed the knight. Sophia was at the rear, almost clutching to me in fear.

Gray light filtered through from the entrance. Dawn had arrived, lightening the gloom of the vale. I shuddered when I stepped out of the cave. The woods were dark and dreary, the dark firs cocooned in torn cobwebs. No birds sang sweet songs to the rising sun or animals scampering through the brush. My nose wrinkled; the foul stench of death lingered through the vale.

I gripped my bow in my hand. It was strung and an arrow knocked, ready to be pulled back and loosed at any threat. My ears twitched as I strained for any sound. Branches rustled as a breeze stirred the canopy.

Even Sophia was armed, gripping a small dagger in her hand. The acolyte’s eyes scanned the trees as she shivered in her beige cloak and white robes. I winced with every dried twig that snapped beneath her careless feet or her clock rasping as the fabric caught on every brush she passed.

“Angela,” Sophia suddenly whined.

“What?” the knight asked, turning around.

Sophia’s dagger glowed a faint pink.

“Why is it glowing?” I asked.

Angela nodded. “Yes. What enchantment is on that dagger.”

“It senses danger,” Sophia swallowed. She peered up into the trees. “How much farther?”

“Another hour,” I answered.

A shadow moved in the tree. I raised my bow, staring at the branch and shivered. Wispy cobwebs fluttered from a swaying branch. My heart beat faster. My eyes swept around. More branches jiggled and swayed, too large to be disturbed that much by the breeze.

“We’re surrounded,” I whispered. “There’s at least six of them.”

“Pater’s cock,” cursed Angela. She raised her sword in a stance.

“Oh, no,” Sophia groaned, clutching her glowing dagger with both hands. “Saphique, please watch over your servants.”

A shadow moved. My bow shifted and I drew back the arrow. I released. The arrow was a blur streaking into the trees. A skittering snarl erupted. Something dark and spindly moved through the boughs.

The trees erupted with movement.

“Here they come!” Angela shouted, her red hair streaming behind her as she charged at the nearest tree. A spindly body climbed down it.

The giganraneae looked like a large, delicate, black spider, long legs ending at human-like hands gripping the trunk. Instead of a chitinous face, the giganraneae had the appearance of a comely woman with multi-faceted, black eyes and dark hair falling in a long curtain around their pale, round face.

The giganraneae hissed as Angela rammed her sword through its armored thorax. Greenish ichor leaked out as the giganraneae chittered in pain, her body convulsing on the tree trunk. Spindly legs went limp and the monster fell from the tree, ripping clean off Angela’s blade.

Other giganraneae descended from the trees, scuttling down tree trunks or lowering themselves on ropes of silk spun from spinnerets. Each chittered and hissed in their foul language.

My hand was a blur. Draw. Knock. Fire. My arrows streaked out, finding targets. There were far more than six. The giganraneae cried out in pain, hands ripping my arrows from chitinous bodies and throwing them to the ground.

“No, no, no!” Sophia shrieked, flailing with her dagger as one giganraneae lunged at her.

Angela appeared, sword slicing a pair of spidery limbs. Sophia scrambled back as Angela roared and swung. The giganraneae was driven back, body rent by cuts that leaked an ichor as dull green as pond scum.

“Keep against a tree!” Angela shouted at Sophia.

“Yeah,” the acolyte nodded, backing away from the fight.

“Xera, can you handle your side?” the knight asked as she threw herself at the next giganraneae lunging at her, blocking the monster with her large kite shield.

“I can!” I shouted, firing my tenth arrow, taking a giganraneae between her multi-faceted eyes.

A third of my arrows had already been fired. I drew the eleventh and feathered a giganraneae leaping at me. It fell in a heap on the ground, legs curling as it convulsed. My twelfth arrow glanced off the hide of a charging monster.

“Matar’s seed!” I cursed in elvish.

I reached for my thirteenth arrow. The giganraneae slammed into me, throwing me back to the ground. My bow fell from my grip. Spindly hands grasped my shoulders and thighs. The thing chittered in my face.

“Lovely,” the giganraneae said in elvish. “What a delightful mother for my children.”

The spinnerets squirted silk on my legs, her nimble hands wrapping it about my feet. I ripped my wood dagger from my belt. The giganraneae fingers tightened on my shoulder. I had one shot. The knife would never penetrate her thick carapace. I had to go for the joint.
I lunged.

My long dagger slid between the joint between the abdomen and thorax carapace. The giganraneae stiffened. I was in her cuts. I twisted the knife and screamed. My other arm heaved the monster off me as she convulsed on her back, ichor dripping from her gaping wound.

I kicked my feet, still entangled by spider silk. I reached down and began cutting.

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Acolyte Sophia

My heart hammered in terror as I pressed my back against the tree. Angela danced about the clearing, her sword flashing like bolts of lightning, reflecting the dim light. She swung in mighty sweeps, cleaving the monstrous spiders while her kite shield fended off those that tried to attack her from the other side.

Xera regained her feet, cobwebs still clinging about her ankles. She reclaimed her bow and fired an arrow at a giganraneae in the treetops. The thing fell with a chittering scream.

“Yes.” I screamed in relief, my sweaty hands gripping my glowing dagger. “That’s it.”

I wish I could help better. There hadn’t been time for me to enchant Angela’s sword, but she seemed to be doing fine. Her longsword smashed and cut through the carapace of the nasty things.

“On your left!” Xera shouted. An arrow flew across the battlefield.

“Thank you, Saphique,” I prayed as Angela and Xera drove back the monsters.

“Aren’t you pretty, poppin?” a voice skittered above me.

I gasped.

Above me, a giganraneae clung to the trees. Her spidery eyes glinted as she stared at me. Long legs and spindly fingers reached for me. I swung with my knife. It bounced off the carapace covering the legs. The hands grasped my shoulder.

“Angela!” I shrieked as I was hauled up into the air.

The giganraneae scampered back up into the tree as my legs kicked. I stabbed with the knife again. The blade bounced off again. A third leg batted the dagger from my hand. It tumbled down into the ground.

“Sophia!” Angela shouted, racing to the base of the tree. “Xera! Shoot!”

The giganraneae lifted me up, holding me before her as a shield while she climbed up the tree. Xera raised her bow. My heart thudded and blood screamed through my veins. The branches swept around us. We vanished into the thick canopy. The giganraneae chittered as I struggled in her strong grip.

“None of that, poppin,” chittered the giganraneae as her silk began wrapping about my legs.

I screamed in fear as I was spun about like meat turning on the spit above the fire. I struggled harder, writhing my entire body as I screamed in fear.

“Hold on!” Angela shouted from below.

“You struggle a lot, poppin. Why? Don’t you want to be the mother of my darling children?”

“No!”

My heart hammered in fear. Tears burned in my eyes. My legs were cocooned. I struggled, but the silk was strong. I kept shaking and writhing, trying to get my arms free and fight back. My fist struck her chitinous stomach.

My knuckles hurt.

“Now, now, stop struggling, poppin.”

“No,” I screamed. “I’m not going to. Let me go.”

I was turned in her hands, her face just before mine. Her lips were red. Something glistened on them. Not saliva, this was oilier. She lowered down and kissed me on the lips. A sharp, acrid flavor filled my mouth. Everything went numb.

I relaxed. A peaceful lassitude fell over me. My body went limp. I didn’t need to fight any longer. I turned again, the silk working up my body. In fact, this was kind of nice. The world turned and I giggled as my arms were bound. I was snug and warm.

“That’s it, poppin. Isn’t that nice?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Hold on, Sophia. Xera’s climbing up.”

Through the branches below, flashes of Xera’s face appeared.

I giggled, “Hi, Xera.”

The silk covered my face. I was completely engulfed in the warm, snug blanket. My eyes grew heavy as I was rocked by the movement of the giganraneae. I could just fall asleep and enjoy peaceful lassitude. It was such a lovely delight.

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Knight-Errant Angela

Xera dropped down from the tree. “Sophia’s been cocooned and it’s taking her east.”

“Pater’s cock,” I swore. “Can you track her?”

My heart hammered in my chest. Sophia was my responsibility. It was my duty to protect her on the Quest. I couldn’t let her be impregnated by a bunch of monstrous eggs and killed when they hatched. No one deserved that.

“Of course,” Xera nodded. “The giganraneae is moving fast, but she’ll stop to breed with Sophia. We’ll catch up then.”

“Then let’s go,” I shouted. I couldn’t let Sophia get harmed. She was such a wonderful person.

Xera darted off. I followed, my armor clinking with every step.

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Acolyte Sophia

I drowsed in my snug cocoon, rocked by the giganraneae scampering through the treetops. Despite my lassitude, a heat grew between my thighs. A hot itch that I hoped my giganraneae could satisfy. I squirmed, rubbing my face against the sticky silk.

“Growing excited, poppin?” the giganraneae asked.

“Yes,” I moaned. The silk clung to my lips. It tasted bitter. I spat, trying to get it out of my mouth.

“Mmm, we’re almost there. And then I’ll pleasure you my sweet mate.”

“Mate…” I smiled. “And you are a girl giganraneae? I can’t…be with men.”

“There are only girl giganraneae, poppin.”

“Oh, right.” I knew that. It was so hard to think.

“You’ll enjoy every moment of my touch.”

“Good! I’m getting so wet.”

“I can smell, poppin.” The giganraneae made a smacking sound. “Mmm, yes. It has been so long since I’ve enjoyed a human.”

My stomach lurched as we swiftly descended. I squirmed, a little afraid, but the giganraneae held me with four of her eight hands. I was pressed against her abdomen. I would be safe. The giganraneae wouldn’t want me harmed. She wanted to love me and mate with me.

There was a part of me that thought that was a bad idea. I wish I could remember why. It was all foggy in my mind.

“Here we are, poppin,” chittered the giganraneae.

My silk cocoon was ripped open by her hands. I spilled out on the loam of the forest, a few strands of silk clinging to my robe and hair. I giggled as the giganraneae stood above me, staring down with her beautiful eyes. Her multi-faceted eyes made her seem ethereal. Her lips lowered down and we shared another delicious, numbing kiss.

Her hands ran across my body. It was like I had multiple lovers undressing me. I shuddered in delight as long fingers opened my robe and explored beneath. Hands stroked my thighs, my stomach, and groped my small breasts. I shuddered in delight, pushing my tongue into her mouth as her fingers teased me.

It was delicious.

My nipples were pinched and rolled, shooting pleasure down to my hot pussy. One finger toyed with my bellybutton while a second hand stroked my side. I shuddered, ticklish delight tingling through me. My toes curled as a pair of hands stroked my inner thighs, working up to the hot folds of my pussy.

“Mmm, you are so responsive,” chittered the Giganraneae. “What is your name, my mate?”

“Sophia,” I gasped, my hips undulating as her fingers teased nearer and nearer to my hot pussy. “Yours?”

“Sliyth,” she answered.

“Sliyth,” I moaned as I reached up, stroking her smooth chitin. It was exciting to caress her hard, slick hide, so much different than skin. “What a lovely name.”

“So is Sophia.” One set of hands squeezed my breasts as another rubbed at my sides. “As lovely as its owner.”

I blushed. “Ooh, you are so nice, Sliyth.”

Our lips met for another kiss as her fingers stroked at the folds of my pussy. I shuddered again, my hips undulating in delight. My pussy lips were parted, her long fingers probing into my depths. I shuddered, clenching down on her fingers. I moaned into her lips as the pleasure stirred through my body.

So wonderful. Sliyth was a delightful lover.

She chittered between kisses, her wet lips moving down my neck. I shuddered as her fingers worked deeper into my pussy. They were so long and thin, different than a human’s or even an elf’s. I moaned, staring up at the spiderwebs stretched between the trees.

“Mmm, you are just delicious,” Sliyth purred, her compound eyes staring at me. They were such a deep black. She had no eyelids, so they never blinked, they only glistened as she shifted. The hands stroking my sides seized my arms, pinning them to my side. Her abdomen contorted beneath her and pointed at me; her spinnerets fired silk.

I gasped as it covered my wrists, pinning me to the ground. I moaned, pulling at the webbing. I couldn’t move. She tied my other wrist, then pushed my thighs apart, her abdomen moving. The silky bonds were tight on my hands and ankles.

“So pretty.” Sliyth smiled.

A pair of her black hands squeezed my small, ivory breasts. My nipples were hard. I gasped as she leaned over and sucked on my nipple. Her teeth were sharp, nipping at my flesh as I squirmed. My pussy clenched down on her invading fingers.

“Yes, yes!” I panted.

My body convulsed. I was pinned down to the ground, my limbs heaving against the silken bonds. I was so helpless. This monster could do anything to me. My pussy contracted on her fingers.

She could do any naughty, delicious thing to me.

My orgasm crashed through my body.

“Slata’s cunt!” I screamed as the pleasure burned through me.

My pussy convulsed about her spidery digits. Her mouth sucked harder at my nipple. I stared into multi-faceted eyes. The dark orbs seemed to swallow me up as I bucked against her probing fingers. The pleasure washed through my veins, driving back the fog.

“Oh, no!” I gasped as the pleasure washed through me.

A Giganraneae was making love to me. She would stick her ovipositor into me. I squirmed, my orgasm burning harder. I was so helpless. I was in danger. Sliyth was dangerous. Why did that make my pussy convulse again. Another orgasm rippled through me.

I was helpless. She could do anything she wanted to me.

“Gods, yes!” I moaned as her hungry lips nipped my breasts. Blood trickled. Her tongue licked it up. The numbing bliss shot back through my veins. I shuddered again as she moved lower and and lower. She nibbled, leaving little bite marks that trickled blood. Her fingers withdrew from my pussy.

Her mouth replaced it.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped as the bliss burned through me.

I heaved my body against her hungry mouth. Her venom made my pussy writhe. Orgasm after orgasm rippled through my body. I screamed out through the woods. I shuddered and writhed as the bliss burned my body. I couldn’t stand it. The pleasure was intense. It consumed me. I never wanted it to end.

“You’re so amazing!” I screamed.

“You taste delicious,” moaned Sliyth. “My daughters will love your flesh. So juicy and rich. You will sustain them.”

Her tongue licked again, wiggling into my depths. Her fingers parted my asscheeks. Fingers thrust inside my bowels. I groaned, bucking as another orgasm washed through me. Her fingers worked in and out of my bowels, the burning heat flowing through me, joining the delight in my pussy.

“It’s time,” she purred, her lips stained with my tart excitement. Sliyth rose on her legs. Something long and black emerged from her abdomen. It was thin and dripping, the tip bulbous, almost like a cock, but it had an opening at the tip that was too wide for a dick.

Her ovipositor.

“Fuck me with it!” I moaned, eager for her appendage. It wasn’t a cock. It wouldn’t sully me. My pussy burned to feel it.

“You’re eager to be implanted,” chittered Sliyth. “You are so beautiful. I will always remember you, Sophia.”

“Me, too,” I moaned as she crawled over me.

Her smooth, chitinous body rubbed on my stomach and breasts. Her mouth found mine as her ovipositor pushed into the wet folds of my pussy. My back arched as the thin shaft filled me up. My toes curled in delight even as my mind screamed a warning.

This was dangerous.

My pussy convulsed as an orgasm filled me. “Yes,” I moaned.

The ovipositor moved inside me. Sliyth stayed still, not fucking me. Instead her organ worked in and out of my sheath all on its own. My pussy clung to it as it probed deeper and deeper into me. My body shuddered as small bumps adorning the ovipositor caressed my pussy. My nerves burned with delight. My body thrashed as it pushed deeper and deeper.

“By the gods!” I screamed as it pressed into my womb. Nothing had ever been so deep in me. “So good!”

“Yes!” chittered Sliyth, her body shuddering atop me. Her fingers in my ass probed deep as she convulsed. “So good!”

Something bulged down the ovipositor, moving towards the tip. My pussy was stretched around it. I shuddered as Sliyth writhed atop me, chittering in delight. The round object reached the tip and entered my womb.

An egg.

“Yes!” we screamed together.

A second and third egg stretched me out. I groaned and convulsed as the hot pleasure filled me. I strained against the silk binding me to the ground, wanting to break free so I could hold my monstrous lover as we shared this wondrous moment.

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Knight-Errant Angela

“Yes!” Sophia’s voice screamed through the woods, caught in the throes of passion.

I raced forward past Xera, my heart hammering. The giganraneae chittered with pleasure. Fear clutched my heart. What was it doing to my Sophia. I clutched my sword in a sweaty grip as I cut through the spiderweb and used my shield to push the sticky strands aside.

“Sophia,” I screamed. “Hold on.”

I burst through the clearing. Sophia thrashed beneath the spidery body of the giganraneae. The monster lifted her human-like face, compound eyes focusing on me. The giganraneae ripped her long ovipositor from Sophia’s pussy and hissed at me.

The giganraneae charged.

I met her attack. The giganraneae leaped at me, chittering in rage. Her ovipositor withdrew into her body as she soared twenty feet at me. I lunged my sword forward. A stop thrust. The monster crashed into me.

“Gewin’s big cock!” I gasped as we fell to the ground.

Air whooshed from my lungs. The giganraneae’s body pinned my shield against my chest, crushing me. The thing chittered in pain. Legs thrashed. I heaved. My sword had stuck through her thorax and out her back. She spasmed and shuddered as she died.

“Sophia!”

I didn’t care about the dying monster. I was on my feet and rushing to the acolyte. She shuddered on the ground. Her stomach was distended, filled with the monster’s eggs. The young woman writhed on the ground, her eyes unfocused.

“Oh, no!” I shouted.

“Angela,” smiled Sophia. “Mmm, you look so beautiful.”

I drew my knife and cut the thick mass of silk off her wrist. Xera raced around, freeing Sophia’s ankles. The acolyte threw her arms around me and kissed me hard. Her lips were acrid and my mouth numbed. My mind fogged with lust.

I fought it.

I seized Sophia’s shoulders and pushed her back, staring into her eyes. “Are you okay, Sophia?”

“I’m so fine, Angela,” moaned Sophia. “Mmm, Sliyth made me cum over and over.”

“Sliyth?”

“The giganraneae,” Xera answered. “Sophia. She implanted her eggs in you.”

“It was so hot,” Sophia shuddered. “I feel so stuffed right now.”

“You’re going to die,” I gasped. “We have to get them out of you.”

“Die?” Sophia’s green eyes grew focused. She shook her head, shaking off the monster’s ecstatic venom. Fear cascaded across her face. “Slata’s cunt! Angela!”

Sophia threw her arms around my neck, clinging to me. I held her tight as she trembled, stroking her light-brown hair. I didn’t know what to do. “You have divine magic. Do you know of a spell?”

“I don’t know,” sobbed Sophia. “I’m going to die, Angela. I can’t die.”

“You need to think.”

Sophia tightened her grip on me, sobbing, “I…I… don’t know…there…I can’t…think…”

“Calm down,” I told her. “I’m here with you. Don’t panic.”

“Panic?” she screeched. “I have giganraneae eggs in me. Oh, Gods, I’m so dead.”

“You’re not dead yet.” I cupped her face, wiping at her tears trickling down her eyes. “So long as you breathe we can figure this out.”

“You used that potion to heal Xiloniasa from being petrified,” Xera said. “Do you have another?”

Sophia shook her head. “No. It wouldn’t work. That breaks curses, and this is something else. I’m polluted by…”

“Sophia?” I asked, staring into her eyes. They flicked back and forth like she was thinking. “Do you have an idea.”

“A cleansing ritual,” Sophia smiled. “And I’ll need your help. Both of you.”

“Of course,” I grinned. “What do you need?”

“Your pussy juices.”

A hot flush shot through me. “Really?”

“I need to be bathed in it,” Sophia purred. She licked her lips, her tongue stud flashing silver. “To be covered in feminine juices to purify my body and drive out the pollution.”

“Of course,” I said, standing up and undoing my sword belt, my chainmail loincloth rattling. I let it drop, exposing my naked pussy to the air.

“Now?” Xera asked.

“She needs to be healed,” I said. “We can’t let her die.”

Sophia licked her lips, her hand stroking up my greaves to my thigh. “Mmm, I have missed your pussy, Angela.”

I blushed. “I…I missed your touch.” How long had it been since we made love? Almost two weeks?

Her fingers sent a shiver through my body as she moved higher. She brushed my wet, shaved folds. I shuddered. The hot scent of my tangy pussy filled my nose. Sophia had a mischievous grin on her face as she toyed with my pussy.

“You, too, Xera,” Sophia moaned, reaching out her left hand to the elf.

“Of course, Sophia,” Xera purred, setting down her bow and walking forward. Her large breasts jiggled and her ears twitched. “I always love your gentle touch.”

“And I love how delicious you taste,” laughed Sophia.

I grinned, the marigold perfume of Xera’s excitement mixing with mine. Elves pussies had such flowery scents. Xera pressed against me, her round breast rubbing on my armor. I put an arm around her, shuddering as Sophia stroked my pussy, and kissed the elf.

Xera’s lips were so soft. Her tongue played with mine, pressing into my mouth as she moaned. Sophia played with both our pussies, her fingers working in and out, sending shudders of pleasure through my body. I moaned into Xera’s sweet kiss as my pussy clenched about Sophia’s probing fingers.

“Mmm, two pussies to play with,” Sophia purred. “What a delightful treat.”

“Oh, yes!” I gasped, breaking the kiss with Xera. “Your fingers know just where to touch.”

Sophia winked a green eye at me. “Well, I am an acolyte of Saphique. I’ve spent many years learning how to pleasure women.”

Her thumb brushed my clit. I shuddered, my hips bucking. My armor creaked as I sucked in a breath. My breasts strained against my breastplate. My nipples were hard, rubbing on the cool metal. My stomach tensed as the pleasure built.

“Such delicious pussies to play with,” moaned the acolyte.

Xera cried out in musical elvish as Sophia leaned over and tongued her clit. The elf’s arm tightened about me as her hips writhed. Our flesh pressed together. Her large breasts shook and jiggled, her nipples hard, beckoning.

I leaned over and engulfed a nipple. The chalky, bitter flavor of her camouflage paint filled my mouth as I suckled on her hard nipple. I moaned as Sophia rubbed harder and harder at my clit, her thumb moving in fast circles.

“Yummy! Now to taste Angela’s tangy pie.”

Sophia’s thumb moved to the side so her tongue could assault my clit. My hips spasmed as her wet, agile tongue and hard tongue stud caressed through my pussy lips up to the tip of my clit. She swirled her tongue around it, grinding her hard stud against my bud. My ass clenched as the pleasure shot through me.

She pushed a third finger into my pussy, then a fourth. I gasped, releasing Xera’s nipple as my body shuddered. My pussy was stretched out while my clit burned beneath Sophia’s sweet assault. Then the naughty acolyte curled her hand.

She fisted me.

“By the Gods!” I moaned as she reamed my pussy, fucking her fist in and out of my depths.

I was stretched open. My pussy clung to her fist as she pushed it deeper and deeper into me. Nerves burst with pleasure. My body was filled with it. My back arched. Xera’s arms tightened, holding me as I swayed.

“Sophia!” I gasped, a powerful orgasm brewing. “Oh, yes!”

“Cum!” she moaned.

I did. My pussy convulsed about her fist. A powerful wave of pleasure shot through me. The muscles in my stomach tightened. Pussy juices squirted out, splashing on her face. Sophia closed her eyes, moving her face around as I drenched her. My tangy aroma filled the air as my creamy juices coated her face, dripping down to her small breasts.

“Pater’s wonderful cock!” I gasped. “Oh, wow! Saphique’s naughty mouth! So good!”

“That’s it!” smiled Sophia. “That’s what I need.”

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Acolyte Sophia

Every breath was full of Angela’s tangy scent. Her juices dripped down my face and neck. I loved it. I clenched my pussy as I savored every last delight she gave me. The juices trickled down my body, reaching my nipples.

I ripped my fist out of Angela’s pussy. The redheaded knight stumbled back, almost falling as her body trembled from the intensity of her orgasm. I licked my fingers as I turned to Xera. The elf smiled down at me.

“Are you going to make me cum that hard?” she asked.

“Of course,” I purred, pushing a third finger from my left hand into her pussy. I could fist a woman with either hand.

My sticky hand wrapped around her waist, squeezing her ass as I leaned in and licked at her clit. Her flowery excitement covered my tongue as I nuzzled into her pussy. I slipped in a fourth finger, her pussy clenching down about my fingers.

“Sophia!” gasped Xera as I curled my hand into a fist, engulfed by her hot flesh.

Her elvish pussy clenched as I worked my fist deep into her depths. Her hands gripped my hair, holding me tight as she undulated into my thrusting fist. Her juices poured out as she moaned in her melodic elvish.

I loved making a woman go wild with pleasure.

I paid attention to the clues of her body. I had made love to her enough times to understand the subtle differences of elvish orgasms. I concentrated on her clit, flicking my tongue stud against it harder than I had on Angela’s while my fist plunged deep into her pussy.

My own pussy clenched, stuffed full of the Giganraneae eggs. I shuddered, excited and disgusted all at the same time as they pulsed inside me. I pressed on my clit with my thighs, building my own orgasm as I pleasured the elf.

Xera’s moans grew higher in pitch. Her breasts heaved as the pleasure built through her. I flicked harder at her clit and fucked my fist faster in and out of her tight depths. Her hips swiveled. Her pussy grew hotter.

That’s what I needed.

I uncurled my fingers inside of her, caressing the wall of her tight pussy.

“Matar!” screamed Xera as her orgasm washed over her.

The elf’s pussy convulsed. Her flowery juices squirted out. I let them splash on my breasts, anointing me with her feminine delights. The juices ran hot down my body to my aching pussy. I spread my thighs and let them touch my clit.

“Saphique, Goddess of Purity, cleanse my body!” I called out to my Goddess.

Her power filled me. The pussy juices anointing my flesh glowed white. The femininity of Angela and Xera sank into my body. I shuddered. My orgasm burst inside me as the feminine purity swept down to my pussy.

The first egg spread my pussy open as it was pushed out. My back arched as the pleasure increased. The egg was forced out. My pussy burned as the second egg and third egg came out. I fell over onto my hands and knees, wordlessly screaming in bliss as I was cleansed. Each egg sent such pleasure shooting through me.

“Slata’s cunt,” I panted when the last egg was forced out. My pussy writhed. My body pure. “Thank you, Saphique. Thank you.”

“You’re cleansed,” Angela shouted. She pulled me up and hugged me to her armor. Tears glistened in her eyes. Our lips met in a kiss.

It was such a wonderful kiss. My heart beat fast. I knew it wasn’t love. She was just concerned about me, but I let myself enjoy it anyways. I could pretend, for now, that Angela loved me back.

It was a wonderful delusion.

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Xerathalasia

The horses neighed in greeting, eager to see their human masters.

It was a relief to be out of the vale. No more Giganraneae molested us on the way out. The forest outside the vale smelled sweetly of resin, leaves, and the musk of animals. Birds sang in the boughs, deer scampered on the trails, and squirrels cavorted up and down the tree trunks.

The fullness of life was about me again.

“There’s my sweet Purity,” Sophia smiled, petting the white snout of her mare. “I missed you.”

Angela unhobbled her large stallion. She took his reins and joined Sophia. The pair stood close. When they walked into the woods, there had been a rift between them. Sophia was hurt and Angela was distant. I smiled as they walked forward, shoulders almost touching.

They worked well together. And they had such a hard, dangerous road before them. Duty compelled them both. Even Sophia had found the strength to walk towards it. That was probably Angela’s doing. The knight walked with a straight back. She was graceful and confident, marching towards her destiny.

Could I walk with the same confidence? Could I leave my woods, my wife, my people behind to help a pair of humans? Destiny called to me, and I was afraid I would not have the same strength these two humans had.

My thoughts were heavy as I led them east to my home.

To be continued…

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Zoey can’t help masturbating while listening to her brother fuck Melody and Alicia. But Zoey is his older brother. She can’t possibly have a thing for Clint.

Incestuous Harem
Chapter Ten: Big Sis Plays with Her Toys
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

Cheryl Elliston

“Hi, Mom,” my eldest daughter said, her face pale, her posture stiffening. “About what?”

Zoey thought she was in trouble. And why not? It was after 3 AM, and she was just now getting home from her work at Dairy Queen. What had she been up to after her shift ended? I had fallen asleep waiting for her to get home and begin her seduction into Clint’s harem. I sat in my bathrobe, naked beneath, wishing I was upstairs in bed with my sister and my niece, Lee. Tonight, Clint shared his bedroom with Melody and Alison. My youngest was super excited, acting like it was a sleepover, spreading bedding on the floor of his room for them to sleep on.

It was so cute.

No, I need to focus on Zoey. My eldest daughter was twenty. She could be out late on a Saturday night if she wanted. She was an adult. She didn’t have school tomorrow. I breathed in, frowning. She smelled like body spray and perfume. A lot of it. Almost like a cheap whorehouse. Probably trying to mask the smell of French fry grease.

“Come sit beside me,” I told her, patting the couch. Part of me, the motherly part, wanted to pry into what had her acting guilty. Did she hook up with a boy after work? She never really dated, too hung up on her crush on her daddy. Now that Clinton was dead, she might finally be ready to date again.

Or yearn for another man of the house.

“It’s late, Mom,” Zoey complained, sitting down, her brassy hair bouncing about her shoulders along with her impressive breasts. She still dressed like a teasing slut, still trying to attract her father’s attention.

But she had only attracted her brother’s. My poor Master had to masturbate so many times because of his older sister. It used to make me giggle every time he would make an excuse to go to his room after seeing his sister in another pair of shorts molding to her body, showing off her cameltoe. Zoey did not believe in underwear of any sort.

“It’s never too late to talk to your mother,” I told her. It was hard being so commanding. It wasn’t my nature, but being a parent required it. And a sex slave. I had to help my dominating son claim all the women of the family.

And Zoey was the last one. The hardest. The least submissive. The most dismissive. She still saw Clint as a boy. A Squirt.

“What is this about, Mom?” She tensed again, hands folded before her.

I fought a yawn as I leaned back. The robe wasn’t belted tightly. It parted, and I caught her eyes glancing at my half-exposed breasts. They were large and pillowy, just a little bigger than Zoey’s. She shifted. So she was bisexual or bicurious. That would make things easier. Maybe it wasn’t only Daddy’s attention she wanted.

But Mommy’s.

“How are you doing?” I asked her. “You’re out so late. Working hard?”

“We need the money, Mom,” she said. “I’ll have more when I get paid next week.”

I nodded my head. “That’s not what I meant. I feel like we haven’t talked since…”

“Dad died?” She folded her arms, leaning back. “Well, that’s been hard. You’ve kinda…”

“Checked out.” I smiled at her. “Drank a little too much wine.” Oh, god, I wanted wine right now. But Clint forbade me to buy any at the store today. No, yesterday. It happened yesterday now. There was none in the house. Just a single glass would make this so much easier. “I’ve been a bad mom, I know. It’s just…”

“You miss him.” Zoey relaxed. “I miss him, too. But he’s gone and… And we just have to move on with life.”

I swallowed, my throat pained. I cleared it. I really could use something to drink, even water. “And it must have been hard on you.”

“It was hard on everyone,” Zoey snorted. “Alicia vanished into her room, Lee thought she could do whatever the fuck…fudge she wanted, and Clint… Clint thinks he has to be a man now.”

“He’s nineteen. Some would say he’s old enough.”

Zoey rolled her eyes. “The Squirt doesn’t have the balls to be a man.”

“He spanked Lee today, and made her clean up her mess.”

My daughter blinked her dark eyes.

I leaned forward, feeling my breasts shift beneath the cloth, wanting to spill out of the half-open robe. “He’s a lot like your father. Looks like him, just as strong, dominating. He’s putting everything to order. He just had to figure out how to do it.”

“Melody’s doing, right?” Zoey said. “Gave him…encouragement.”

I nodded my head. “I think so. But Alicia’s opening up, and Lee’s learning she can’t be a brat any longer.” I laughed. “I cooked dinner tonight. It was nice. We ate as a family. Aunt Cindy was there. We even watched a movie. We missed you.”

“I was working.” She folded her arms again, pulling back.

“And you’re still hurting, sweetie. You still miss him. And that’s okay. I understand. It’s normal for a girl to fall in love with the man of the house.”

Zoey stiffened. Her face paled.

“He told me. After you tried your seduction.”

“Oh, god.” Zoey’s breathing quickened.

I scooted closer to her on the couch, patting her thigh. “Honey, it’s okay. It’s perfectly normal for a girl to have a crush on the man of the house. To dress sexy for him, to try to seduce him with her budding wiles. He was flattered. And I see you still dress sexy for the man of the house. You’re still aching to be taken by him. And that’s okay, honey. It’s perfectly natural.”

“Jesus, Mom,” Zoey said. “I tried to seduce Dad, and you’re okay with it?”

“Oh, honey, of course I am. I love you. And wanting to please the man of the house is something I understand. A strong man, taking charge…” A shiver ran through me. Clint was so strong. My son knew how to treat his Mommy-slut. My pussy itched. I rubbed my thighs together. “So there’s nothing wrong with desiring the man of the house.

“Even if he’s your brother.”

Zoey blinked. “What? I thought we were talking about Dad.”

“We were. But there’s a new man of the house.” I grinned at her, stroking her thigh. “And the way you dress… He notices. He appreciates.”

“I don’t dress this way for Squirt,” she spluttered. “I mean, gross. He’s my little brother.”

“Who’s grown into a man.” I stood up, wrapping my robe tight about my naked body. “When you’re ready to let your father go and move on to other men, I will support you. No matter who you might choose.”

And then I swept out of the room, letting those thoughts percolate in her head, letting her think of Clint and her father in the same way. To open her eyes that her brother wasn’t a boy any longer. That he grew up, too, and could give her what she wanted from her father.

Clinton turned her down two years ago for a simple reason: he wanted his daughters to be Clint’s. Zoey, Melody, Alicia, and Lee. All for his son. “I had two sisters to love,” Clinton once told me as he watched Clint and Melody play in the backyard when they were at that transition into gangly tweens. “He could have four.”

He sounded so hopeful, so proud of his son. And I would see my husband and Master’s dream come true. I would make sure my son had all of his sisters to love.

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Zoey Elliston

The squeaking of bedsprings brought me out of my groggy sleep. I was buried under my blankets, trying to keep the sunlight streaming through my window away so I could sleep. I groaned when I glanced at my alarm clock.

9:42 AM was too early to wake up. Not when I didn’t fall asleep until after 5 AM. But I couldn’t relax. I was struggling to understand what was up with my mom last night. It was like she wanted me to fuck Clint. Which was ridiculous.

He was just a kid. My little brother. Yeah, he was playing doctor with Melody, but she was his age. They were both children.

The bedsprings creaked louder and louder. I groaned, rolling onto my back, looking up at the ceiling. My room was right beneath Clint’s in the attic. What the fuck was he doing up there? Bouncing on his bed? What was he, six again?

“Yes, yes, yes, eat me,” a girl moaned from above.

I blinked. “Eat me?” I whispered. And then my eyes widened. My cheeks burned. Was Clint and Melody…?

The bed creaking grew louder and louder, like my ears, alerted by my brain to their hanky-panky, had focused on the sounds coming through the ceiling, amplifying them in my mind. The rhythmic squeaking, the throaty moans of a girl in passion, the grunts of a guy.

“You’re so tight,” Clint moaned. “So damned tight. Love your pussy.”

“Jesus,” I whispered, “he’s plowing Melody. Isn’t he afraid Mom will catch him?”

“Oh, wow! Oh, yes! Jam that tongue in my pussy,” Melody moaned. “Oh, you’re so good at it. I love it.”

Melody sounded so girlish when she had her pussy eaten. Flashes of my brother appeared in my mind, naked, muscular. I blinked at that. I knew my brother was muscular the same way I knew the sky was blue. It wasn’t something I really noticed until it was pointed out. He filled out those t-shirts he wore the same way Dad did, his body toned, strong.

“Fuck,” I whispered.

In my imagination, he was between Melody’s thighs, eating out my blonde cousin, her sleek legs about his head, his finger reaming over and over into her pussy, feeling how tight she was. His muscular back rippled as he devoured Melody, licking her, fingering her, making her round breasts bounce.

“Shit,” I groaned, the heat shooting through my body.

Melody was cute. I had noticed, but never really noticed. Not like I would with another girl. I bit my lip, trying to focus on my cousin and not Clint, but he kept intruding. His ass was muscular, toned, perfect for grabbing when being fucked.

I squeezed my eyes shut. No. I was gay. Yes, I had a thing for Dad once, but Stefani cured me of it when he rejected me. I went to my best friend to cry after I put myself out there for Dad, and Stefani showed me a better world. Soft, feminine.

So why was Clint violating my fantasy? Why did I want my bedsprings to squeak so loudly, to grip his ass as he plowed into me?

My pussy clenched. I slept naked. I squirmed, pushing off the covers, suddenly so hot. My large tits appeared, my nipples hard and pink. I writhed my legs, rubbing on my clit while pushing down the covers to expose my flat stomach and shaved pudenda. The unicorn tattooed on pubic mound almost glowed in the sunlight spilling through my half-closed blinds.

“You love it, don’t you?” Clint moaned above. “You love my cock!”

“I do!” Melody answered, her voice sounding throatier than it had moments ago.

“Yes, yes, yes. So good! I’m going to cum,” Melody then screamed, her voice girlish again, like she was bouncing between being a woman and a girl as Clint fucked her. “It’s so good.”

“Shit,” I groaned, my pussy on fire. I had to do something about it.

I reached out to my nightstand and fumbled open a drawer. I shoved my hand in, knocking aside one dildo as I struggled to grab the first toy I could. I had a few in there—a rubbery, anatomically correct dildo; a silver vibrator; a blue gel dildo with little bumps; and a pink vibrator with clit tongues.

I grabbed the fleshy dildo. I pulled it out. The cock was thick and hard, the tip painted pink, the rest a beige, skin color. I licked the tip, getting it wet as I squirmed. My pussy was dripping. I didn’t need it, but I couldn’t stop myself.

That’s how you suck cock, Clint said in my imagination, grinning down at me. His muscular chest rippled in my imagination as he seized my brassy hair. You worship the man of the house’s cock just like that.

“Fuck,” I grunted, pulling the dildo from my lips. What was wrong with me?

I closed my eyes, picturing Stefani wearing the dildo as a strap-on, her fiery hair spilling about her shoulders, her breasts round, nipples pierced by gold rings. She licked her lips, tongue stud flashing as she knelt between me.

I’m going to fuck you so hard, Clint whispered. I’m going to make my big sis cum.

“No, Stefani,” I panted, pushing the dildo against my pussy. I tried to make her say those words, but they always came out in Clint’s voice.

When had his voice grown so deep? So manly?

“Stefani,” I gasped, trying to force my fantasy to obey as I pushed the dildo into me. Above, the bed creaked louder and louder. He was really fucking Melody. “Fuck me. Pound me.”

As hard as I’m fucking Melody? Clint asked me. Because I will, big sis.

I shuddered, my pussy clenching down on the dildo’s girth. I gripped the base, made to look like dangling balls, and drove it in and out of my pussy, fucking my cunt as hard as Clint fucked Melody. Gasps and moans echoed from above the room, both of them grunting and groaning their pleasure.

Stefani and Clint wavered in my mind, swapping back and forth as I reamed the dildo in and out of my pussy. I tried to force my fantasy to be Stefani, but she never stayed for more than a second, replaced by Clint’s muscular body, his dark eyes looking down at me.

Dad’s eyes.

You want me to fuck you so hard, big sis, Clint groaned. I’m the man of the house. You want it badly. You just have to ask.

“Yes,” I hissed, surrendering to the fantasy, too horny to care. I needed to be fucked like Melody was. I needed to be pounded.

I pumped the dildo in and out of my pussy so fast. My wet cunt churned to a froth. I could hear the naughty sounds, savoring them. My bed creaked as I shifted my hips, fucking into my imaginary little brother’s strokes. My tits bounded before me.

I stared at my waving nipples, licking my lips. My free hand grabbed my left tit and brought the fat nub to my lips. I sucked on it hard. Tingling pleasure raced through my body straight to my pussy. I groaned, clenching down on it as I squirmed and groaned.

That’s so hot. I love watching you suck your own nipple, Clint groaned to me. You are so sexy. So hot.

My pussy clenched on the dildo hard. My snatch drank in the friction of it reaming in and out of me. I trembled, pumping faster and faster, driven wild by my need to explode. My eyes fluttered. I moaned and gasped. I shuddered, my hips writhing back and forth. My head tossed. It was so good. So damned amazing.

I would cum. I would explode on Clint’s cock.

Yes, yes, yes, fuck me, Clint, I moaned in my mind, sucking harder on my nipple. The nub ached so badly.

I bet it would feel amazing if Clint sucked on my nipple.

I fucked my hips into my thrusting dildo. I pounded my count. I drove it so deep, so hard. I savored every moment of it as the pleasure built and built. The bedsprings still creaked, Melody screaming her head off.

“I’m cumming!” girlish Melody gasped. “Drink it all! Oh, yes! Oh, that’s so amazing!”

“Yes, Princess,” growled Clint. “You’re so beautiful when you cum!”

“Cum in me,” the throatier, adult Melody moaned. “Flood my pussy! Give it to me, Clint! Breed me!”

My nipple popped out of my mouth. “Yes!”

I came so hard with my brother and cousin. I moaned, wishing it was Clint’s cock in me, flooding my pussy with his cum, breeding me the way I wanted Daddy to breed me. The man of the house… I wanted Clint so badly.

I bucked and spasmed on the bed. My head tossed back and forth as my pussy spasmed about the dildo, wishing it was his cock, wanting to milk the cum out of his balls. I groaned as my pleasure peaked in me.

Then I collapsed, gasping for breath, my body buzzing with rapture.

My eyes shot open. “What the fuck!”

I ripped the dildo out of me, shuddering in disgust. I just masturbated wishing my little brother would fuck me. I felt so dirty. What was wrong with me? Dad was one thing. He was a sexy stud. He was always so strong, so loving, as I grew up. I saw him with Mom, seeing how he made her smile, and I wanted to smile like that.

But Clint was a boy. Just because Melody was dumb enough to settle for a child, didn’t mean I should.

And I was gay. I loved pussy. I wasn’t into guys at all. Hadn’t thought about another man beside Dad since Stefani. I loved her. She was my girlfriend.

I rolled out of bed, struggling to breathe. What the fuck was wrong with me? The bedsprings still squeaked above.

“Oh, you’re cumming so much in me,” Melody moaned, so throaty, so adult.

I wished I could squeeze my ears shut. I didn’t need to hear my little brother fucking our cousin. I didn’t need to masturbate to it, to have him confuse me. This was all Mom’s fucking fault. Her dumb talk last night.

I shuddered, feeling so dirty. I masturbated to my little brother. I came hard like a freak.

I grabbed the first clothing I could, pulling on tight shorts and a top that clung to my large breasts. Then I bolted out of the room, frantically texting Stefani: “Freaking out. Coming over. Need to talk.”

I headed down the stairs and almost crashed into Lee. Who was cleaning. She had the swifter in hand, sweeping it across the hardwood floors. She was an athletic girl, slim with a pixyish bob of black hair about her mischievous face. She wore an apron—a fucking apron—as she pushed the swifter back and forth, gathering the dust.

“Hey, Zoey,” my eighteen-year-old cousin grinned at me.

What the fuck was going on? What had Clint done to our family?

I didn’t say a word as I bolted outside where my car waited.

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

Alicia Elliston

I fell forward onto Melody’s body, her tongue still nuzzling at my pussy. I shuddered, squirming, my body buzzing from the wonderful orgasm she gave me while Clint fucked her hard. I rested my head on her pubic mound, her shaved landing strip tickling my cheek. I stared at Clint’s dick buried into her cunt.

“Damn,” he grunted. “Damn, that was good.”

“It was,” Melody moaned as Clint pulled his dick out.

I giggled and leaned down, licking at my big sister’s pussy, tasting her sweet pussy and my big brother’s salty cum. Her pussy lips gaped open from her pounding. Clint had fucked her so hard. She had squealed into my pussy.

Which made me cum.

I pushed up my glasses as I nuzzled, my pigtails spilling about her thighs. I probed my tongue into her folds, making her shudder beneath me. Her fingers dug into the cheeks of my ass. Oh, she tasted so wonderfully sweet and delicious. I nuzzled and lapped, just adoring the incestuous combinations.

“Cupcake,” Melody moaned. “Oh, stop. My pussy’s too sensitive.”

“Oh, but it’s full of so much yummy cream,” I pouted in my girlish voice.

“Just give me a kiss,” Melody moaned. “Come cuddle with me, Cupcake.”

“Yes, big sister,” I smiled, eager to be a good girl and obey my big brother and big sister. I was almost their little girl.

It was so naughty.

I turned around and settled down on her, my nonexistent tits—just little, budding mounds—pressed into Melody’s nice, round tits. Everyone in the family, even Lee, had tits. I was eighteen and despaired over ever having them.

But Clint liked how girlish they made me look. And with my shaved pussy, I was even more girlish. Young, innocent, and taboo. His little sister that he could play with. His cute princess he had to love and treasure.

And discipline when I was naughty.

I nuzzled into Melody’s lips. Her blonde hair spread about the bed, her hazel eyes glossy. Our lips met. I gave her quick kisses, giggling between them as I wiggled on her body. Clint still knelt between our legs. I could feel his eyes on us.

So I spread my legs wide, flashing my pussy at him. I wasn’t shy about it any longer. He had taken my virginity. He had loved me. I was special. Melody and I were the two women he loved loved. Not just sister love or mother love. Or sex slave love. I giggled again, kissing my half-sister harder and harder.

“Well, my Princess and my Queen writhing together,” Clint said. “What a naughty sight.”

“We’re tribbing,” I giggled, undulating my hips and brushing my clit against Melody’s.

She gasped, eyes fluttering. “Where did you learn that word, Cupcake?”

“Pretty naughty word for my little princess to know,” Clint added, stroking up and down my thighs.

“I was looking up sex words while you two were sleeping in,” I said.

“Oh, that’s what you were doing on my computer?” Clint asked. His hands moved higher, grabbing my butt-cheeks. “What other naughty words did you learn?”

“Creampie,” I said. “Which was yummy. I wanted to lick big sister clean of all her cum.”

“But Clint fucked me so hard, and made me cum so hard, I was just too sensitive,” Melody grinned. “Maybe next time.”

“What else?” Clint asked, his voice so throaty, his strong fingers pulling apart my butt-cheeks.

“Spit-roasting, but we would need another guy for that. So, eww.”

“Melody could wear a strap-on,” he said, massaging my butt. It made me squirm, humping my clit into Melody’s. “And I could ram my dick into your mouth.”

“Kinky,” laughed Melody. “I like it.”

“Well, you are a perv.”

I giggled. “Yep, you are, big sister.”

“Uh-huh, and what other things did you learn, Cupcake.” She nuzzled her nose against mine, my glasses bumping her cheeks.

“Pearl necklaces, fisting, prostate stimulation, felching, sensory play, and rimming.”

“Rimming, huh?” Clint asked, his thumbs pulling my butt-cheeks apart. “Like this.”

I gasped as Clint’s tongue licked through my butt-crack and found my sphincter. He swirled around it, making me tremble atop Melody’s body. My nipples brushed hers, and my clit tingled as it humped against her pussy.

“Big brother,” I gasped. “Oh, you’re making me feel all naughty down there.”

“In your cute asshole?” he asked between his licks.

“Yes,” I groaned.

Melody nuzzled her nose against mine again. “You know why he’s licking your asshole, Cupcake?”

“Because he’s a perv?” I giggled.

“Because he wants to fuck your tight asshole.”

My eyes widened. “What?”

“Time to lose your anal cherry, Cupcake.”

“Yes, Princess,” he groaned. “I want that ass.”

“But…” I bit my lip. “Won’t it hurt?”

“You’ll love it, Princess. Melody did. And so did Lee.”

“But…”

“Princess,” his voice stern. “I won’t hurt you. So you will be a good girl. Relax, and you will enjoy it.”

“You’ll cum so hard, Cupcake.” Melody gave me a smacking kiss on the lips. “I promise.”

“Okay,” I said, my stomach twisting, then I gasped. Clint licked harder at my asshole.

It did feel nice, feeling his tongue swirl about my sphincter, teasing it, making me squirm and shiver on Melody’s soft body. Her hands stroked my back as she gave me kisses. Her tongue fluttered against mine. I moaned into them, relaxing, soothed by her touch and Clint’s licking.

My big brother’s tongue felt nice as it pressed on my sphincter. Weird but nice. He pressed into my bowels, licking around. I gasped, my little pussy clenching at the sensations he churned. He probed his tongue in deep, swirling around.

And then his fingers found my shaved pussy.

“Someone’s dripping wet,” Clint grinned. I gasped into Melody’s lips as he thrust two fingers into my depths. “Wet and juicy. You’re just begging for this, aren’t you, Princess?”

I moaned against Melody’s lips, too scared to break the kiss.

“Yes, you are.” His fingers wiggled in me. And then he pulled them out. They had to be so gooey with my juices.

He licked at my sphincter a final time before bringing his pussy-coated fingers to my asshole. He rubbed on my sphincter and then pressed in. I groaned, my eyes widening as he intruded into my bowels. I groaned and shivered. I wiggled as he wormed in deeper and deeper into my bowels.

His finger went so deep into me. A strange, burning pleasure radiated from my bowels. I squirmed more and more on Melody, grinding our clits together as I moaned into her lips. Clint’s lips kissed at my butt-cheeks, sometimes biting as he pumped his finger in and out of my bowels.

Then he ripped it free and shoved it back into my pussy.

“Oh, such a juicy cunt and a tight ass, Princess. I’m going to love fucking your bowels. And so are you.”

I broke the kiss. “Maybe. But it’s so straaaange!”

The last word elongated as his pussy-lubed finger jabbed into my asshole. I trembled on Melody as it probed deep into me. Then his digit fucked in and out while Clint licked at my sphincter around his finger, making me quiver.

“Isn’t that so dirty though, big brother?”

“You taste good,” Clint groaned. “This sour flavor.”

“Yes,” Melody nodded. “I can’t wait to eat your ass out, Cupcake.”

“I think I would—” My eyes widened. “Big brother!”

“What did he do?” Melody asked.

“Two fingers,” I groaned, my voice thick and throaty. “He thrust two fingers into my asshole. Oh, wow. Oh, that’s nice.”

Clint’s two fingers pumped in and out faster and faster, stretching my asshole, getting me ready for his dick. He didn’t do this for Lee. He just ripped his cock out of her pussy and fucked her cherry ass. But she was a humiliation and pain slut. That was what she loved.

And what I loved was being his little sister, being pampered and cared for by my big, strong brother. Maybe Clint loved us all in the ways we needed to be loved. And Melody and I needed that added romantic love, not just the carnal sex and passion.

“You’re amazing, big brother,” I moaned, my bowels clenching on his fingers. “Wonderful.”

“I know,” he said, so cocky and confident.

“Finger her asshole,” moaned my big sister. “I want you to pound her, Clint.”

“You want me?” Clint asked, voice stern. Sometimes Melody forgot he was in charge.

“You’ll love it,” she giggled. “And you want to do it. I want you to do it. So do it, Clint. Fuck her. Pound her ass. She needs it.”

“I do, big brother,” I moaned in my most girlish voice. “So badly. My pussy is so wet and tingly. And my butthole is so hot. Please, big brother. I need it. I’m so ready for your cock.”

“You sound ready,” he groaned, ripping out his fingers.

He moved up my body, his arms planting on either side of us. I could feel the heat of his body. His muscular stomach brushed my ass and then his dick found my pussy. I gasped as he thrust into my wet depths.

“Big brother,” I whined. “You’re supposed to do it in my butt. Not my cunny.”

“I want to be nice and wet for your ass,” he groaned. “And you are such a naughty princess. Your pussy is dripping juices.”

“Cupcake’s a perv,” Melody said.

I giggled, my hips wiggling, pressing my clit on hers at the same time I savored Clint’s girth in me.
Oh, he was so big. So thick. I loved it. I wanted him to fuck me so hard. To just pound me and make me explode. But I also wanted to feel him in my butt. His fingers felt so naughty in there. I bet his dick would be even better.

“Please, big brother,” I moaned, wiggling my hips, clenching my pussy on his dick. “Do it in my butt.”

“But your pussy feels so good,” he groaned. “And the way you wiggle your hips. You sure you don’t want me to fuck your pussy?” He drew back and slammed in, pressing me against Melody.
“Yes!”

“You want me to fuck your pussy, Princess?”

“No, I mean! I want you to do it in my butt. Please, big brother. You got me all relaxed and lubed. Your fingers felt so naughty. Please, please, please.”

He groaned, pulling his cock out of my pussy. “You’re so cute when you beg. I just want to spoil you.”

Melody’s hands grabbed my butt-cheeks, parting them. “Fuck her, Clint. Fuck our cute princess. Our little sister needs it.”

“I do,” I begged.

And then his cock touched my asshole, so thick and wet and hard. He was bigger than his fingers. A shiver of fear washed through me as he pressed on my sphincter. I clenched, panicking. What if he hurt me?

“Relax, Princess,” Clint groaned.

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

Clint Elliston

Alicia’s asshole was still clenched tight. She looked over her shoulder at me, her pigtails shifting. Her eyes were so wide behind her glasses. She was so cute, her lower lip quivering in fear as I pressed on her sphincter with my big dick.

“I will never hurt you, Princess. Relax.”

“Yes, big brother,” she said, her voice throaty.

“He never will,” Melody whispered. “Your big brother loves you.”

Alicia’s asshole relaxed.

I pressed forward. The tight sphincter gave way to my cock. I groaned as I slid deeper and deeper into her asshole. Her bowels engulfed my dick. She was so tight. My body shivered as the pleasure raced up my dick. My hands clenched on the sheets as I drove deeper and deeper, sandwiching Alicia with Melody.

I groaned when my groin pressed into her butt-cheeks. I felt Melody’s fingers, holding Alicia’s asscheeks apart, pressing into my flesh. My balls rested on Alicia’s taint. I drew up my hips, the friction burning on my dick.

And thrust.

“Oh, fuck,” Melody gasped, her hazel eyes snapping wide open as she stared up. “Oh, fuck, you’re pressing her right into my clit.”

“Good,” I grinned as I savored the tight, hot friction engulfing my dick. “I want you to enjoy it. I want you to cum, too.”

“Damn, I love you.”

“Me, too, big brother,” Alicia gasped, her voice so throaty. “Oh, big sister, he’s so huge. I can’t believe it. I took him in my butt.”

“Yes, you did, Cupcake.”

I grunted, Alicia’s ass relaxing more and more, stretching around my dick. Her pussy juices lubed the way, letting me fuck her bowels faster and faster. My balls ached. They smacked over and over into Alicia’s taint.

My little sister made the cutest mewling sounds every time I drove into her asshole. She squirmed beneath us, grinding her clit on Melody’s. Her face contorted with pleasure, savoring Alicia’s body. My blonde half-sister’s hands roamed our little sister’s back.

“Fuck her,” she moaned, licking her lips. “Fuck her ass so hard. She loves it.”

“I do, big brother. Your cock is making me feel all naughty and tingly in my bottom. Oh, yes! You’re fucking my butt!”

“I am,” I groaned. “And it’s so tight, Princess. I love fucking your ass.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Melody gasped. “Pound her. Make her cum! Make us both cum, stud!”

“Big brother is a stud!” gasped Alicia, screaming as loud as she could.

I hoped Zoey enjoyed the show. Her room was right beneath mine. I wanted her to hear me fuck Melody and Alicia, to let her realize I knew how to please women. I hoped she was masturbating right now, gasping and cumming, seeing me not as her little brother.

But as a man.

I grunted, picking up my pace, fucking Alicia as hard as I could, savoring her tight bowels. I loved how she gasped and squeaked and grunted as I slammed into her asshole over and over. My balls thwacked against her flesh. She gasped and shuddered beneath me.

The friction made my balls boil. Another load of cum built and built in their depths. I shuddered, the bed creaking so loudly as I fucked her. Melody gasped out her pleasure as she humped back, savoring her clit grinding into Alicia’s.

“Oh, your clitty feels so good on mine,” Alicia moaned. “Almost as good as big brother’s cock.”

“Yes, yes, yes, Cupcake,” Melody moaned. “Keep pounding her, Clint! Make her cum!”

“I’m so close,” Alicia gasped. “Oh, I can’t believe this. I’m going to cum with big brother’s dick in my bottom.”

“Yes,” I growled and drove my dick deep into her bowels, fucking her so hard. My arms grew sore holding up my weight. I didn’t care. I ignored it, pleasure racing through my body.

“Big brother!” Alicia squeaked.

Her bowels spasmed about my dick. I groaned, savoring the wonderful spasm of her asshole writhing about my dick. My eyes rolled back into my head. I growled out my pleasure. The cum spurted out of my dick. It flooded her bowels. Thick, hot, creamy jizz splattering into the depths of Alicia’s asshole.

I shuddered, my body heaving. My back arched as I savored her spasming bowels. It was heavenly. My cum flooded my little sister’s asshole. I grunted with each blast. The pleasure peaked in me. And then it was over.

“Fuck,” I panted, rolling off of her, my cock plopping out of her asshole.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Melody squealed. “Oh, yes, keep grinding on my clit, Alicia. I… Yes, Cupcake!”

Melody thrashed as she orgasm, clutching to Alicia. She looked so tiny on Melody even though there wasn’t much difference in their height. But Alicia’s pigtails made her seem so girlish. Her passion squeaking mewls instead of Melody’s throaty moans.

“Damn, that was good,” I said, rolling off the bed and sinking into the computer chair. I grabbed my phone and sent out a group text to all my women.

A moment later, Lee texted back. “She didn’t stay for the entire performance. She bolted out before you started on Alicia’s ass. Boy, she screamed so loud. Heard her on the first floor when you buggered her, Master.”

“Damn,” I panted, reading Lee’s text. “Zoey left the house before I broke in your ass, Princess.”

My phone chirped again. Another text from Lee. “But Zoey was freaked out and disheveled. I heard her moaning, too. Masturbating while you were fucking Melody. You turned her on, Master.”

“That’s good, Sir,” came the text from Mom. “Means it’s working.”

Melody held up her phone, reading the answers while Alicia just snuggled on top of her. “Good,” Melody texted, “she needs to be so wet for Clint.”

I nodded my head and sent one more text.

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Vicky Samuels

I darted up the stairs, my naked tits bouncing before me. I felt like such a young girl as I burst into Clint’s attic bedroom. My Master had summoned me with his final text. I licked my lips as he pushed back his computer chair from his desk.

I crawled beneath it, turned around. It was cramped as he slid back in. But I didn’t care. I had been summoned to please my master. I licked at his dick, nuzzling against his shaft, savoring my niece’s sour ass on it. I had to clean his dick, suck off all of Alicia’s asshole.

It was so wonderfully humiliating.

Clint typed on his keyboard, ignoring me. I was just an object. A thing to clean his dick. My pussy clenched. I savored it. My tongue traveled up his dick, swirling about the crown of his cock before engulfing the tip and sucking hard. I loved that sour flavor of ass.

Clint grunted, his dick throbbing hard in my mouth.

“What’re you doing, Clint?” Melody asked, her voice thick with satisfaction. My eldest daughter didn’t even acknowledged my presence. I was just an object to her, too.

God, my pussy was on fire. I wanted to masturbate, but I had to clean my Master’s dick.

“Job search,” Clint said. “I’m the man of the house. I need to start contributing. Zoey and Mom and Aunt Slut can’t do it all.”

Aunt Slut. My pussy clenched again. Juices dripped down my thighs. I was the coolest aunt ever. What other aunt would suck her nephew’s cock clean of her niece’s ass?

None.

“That’s a good idea,” Melody said. “Maybe I should get one, too. And Lee. That girl has too much energy.”

“Something dirty for her,” Alicia giggled.

“We could have her sell her ass on the street corner,” Melody suggested jokingly.

“Only I get to fuck her slutty cunt,” Clint growled. “I own that brat.”

I shivered at how strong he was. I sucked harder, bobbing my mouth up and down on his dick. His computer mouse clicked as he browsed the internet, his dick throbbing in my mouth. Salty precum joined the taste of Alicia’s sour asshole.

“Well, here’s a job. The Hiragawa Drugstore’s hiring for a few part-time employees,” Clint said. “That’s close to here.”

“Isn’t that the place owned by Pam’s mother?”

My eyes widened. Pam Hiragawa was my treat for Clint. Yesterday, after the debate tournament—in addition to teaching history, I coached the debate team that Pam was a member—I had seduced her, licked her pussy, and told her to suck Clint’s cock at school tomorrow.

I think she would do it. Clint, like his father, had a thing for Asians. And I wanted to be the coolest aunt ever.

“I think so,” Clint answered.

“Oh, so you want a crack at Pam’s ass?” Melody asked.

“Jealous?” Clint asked.

“Only if you don’t share,” Melody said.

Alicia giggled.

“I’ll share with you, Melody,” Clint said. “If you remember who’s in charge.”

“You are,” my daughter breathed. “You can fuck all the girls you want, Clint. You can do anything. I’ll do anything for you.”

“Strip naked in the middle of school?”

“Yes,” Melody breathed. “Oh, yes, I would.”

Clint’s dick throbbed even harder as he typed. “I’m sending in applications for the both us and Lee. Maybe we can talk to Pam, get her to put in a good word with her mom.”

“And then you can fuck her,” Melody moaned.

Without warning, Clint’s dick erupted into my mouth. Hot, salty cum flooded me. I shuddered, gulping down all the warm, delicious spunk. I shivered as it swirled about my mouth. Then I swallowed my nephew’s jizz.

I loved being his sex slave.

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Zoey Elliston

Stefani answered the door wearing only a long shirt she slept in, her face bleary. I had sped the entire way here. “What is it, Yunie?” she asked as she stared at me, using her nickname for me. “Huh? You can tell me. What’s got my unicorn so panicked?”

“Fuck me, Dandi,” I groaned, using my nickname for her. We had called each other Dandelion and Unicorn, shortened to Dandi and Yunie, since we were kids. We even had the inspirations for our names tattooed on our pubic mounds.

I loved kissing her dandelion above her pussy.

“Fuck me right now.”

“What?” she blinked as I burst into the house. “Yunie?”

I seized her hand and dragged her to her bedroom. “Your family’s at church, right?”

She nodded her head.

“Good.”

I threw open the door to her bedroom and kissed her hard as I walked us to her bed. My tongue danced with hers. Then I shoved her down on the bed. She fell in a curtain of fiery hair. She blinked, shaking her head.

“Yunie, what’s wrong?”

“Take off that shirt,” I told her, ripping open her panty drawer and snagging the red, gel double-headed dildo. It wiggled as I picked it up. “Then get on your hands and knees. I need to fuck.”

You. My girlfriend. I was a lesbian. I didn’t want Clint.

“Okay,” she said, pulling off her nightshirt, revealing those round tits, pierced nipples, and the golden dandelion tattooed on her shaved pubic mound right above her pussy. My sweet Dandi. I loved her.

I didn’t need Clint when I had her. Right?

I peeled off my shirt and shorts in record time as she rolled onto her hands and knees. Her shaved pussy peeked out between her thighs as I knelt on the bed. I leaned in, nuzzling at her pussy, licking, stimulating her, getting her wet.

I savored her tangy pussy as my tongue delved into her folds. She shivered, her butt-clenching as she wiggled back into me. I licked again and again, getting her wetter and wetter. Her juices flowed as she nuzzled at her clit, sucking hard on the nub.

Then I shoved one end of the double-headed dildo into her snatch.

“Yunie!” she gasped as I drove it in deep.

“I love you, Dandi,” I moaned as I knelt facing away from her. I brought the other end of the dildo to my pussy. It was ribbed, the wonderful bumps sliding into my snatch, stimulating me.

Clint could never give me this pleasure. Only Stefani.

My fingers clawed at the sheets as I rocked back, my ass pumping into hers, the dildo sliding in and out of my pussy. The bed creaked as she rocked back, our butts smacking together over and over as my large tits dangled beneath me.

I groaned, the pleasure shivering through me. Sometimes the dildo pumped in and out of my cunt, other times my sex gripped it hard, keeping it from sliding much as I worked it in and out of her pussy. Either way, it stirred through my depths, stimulating my snatch, sending pleasure shooting through me.

“Oh, yes, Yunie,” Stefani moaned. “I love it. Fuck my pussy. Keep rocking back. I want to cum so hard.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” I hissed, rocking back into her, my head tossing back and forth as the pleasure churned in my cunt. “I love it. I’m going to cum so hard.”

“You’re possessed,” she gasped. “Jesus, Yunie, you’re fucking me so hard.”

“I just want to make you cum so hard, Dandi! So hard!”

“This will do it! Churn my cunt!”

The pleasure built in me as we rocked back. I savored our butt-cheeks meeting, clapping together, the dildo driven deep into both our cunts, only an inch or two thrusting out. Then we rocked apart, the dildo moving, sliding, stimulating with its ribs.

Before we rocked back together and buried the toy into each other.

Over and over we fucked each other. Our hips rocked back faster and faster. The bed creaked. We both moaned, singing out our joy, letting it echo through the room as we pleasured each other. As we drove each other closer and closer to our orgasms. To that wonderful, gasping moment of pure release as we shuddered and came on the same dildo.

We shared this pleasure. It united us. I didn’t need Clint. He could fuck Melody. I had Stefani.
I didn’t need his muscular body. I didn’t need his strong hands cupping my tits. I didn’t need his hard cock ramming into my body as his weight lay atop me. I didn’t need any of that when I had Stefani and all our toys.

The pleasure built and built. My head snapped back. “Dandi!”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes,” she moaned. “Cum with me, Yunie! Let’s explode! I want to cum with you, my sexy unicorn.”

“My naughty dandelion,” I moaned. “So sweet. So lovely! Yes!”

We screamed out together. My pussy spasmed on the dildo as we drove our hips back, our butts smacking hard together. The rubbery toy buried into both our cunts. I savored the pleasure rushing through me. The bliss that I truly craved, available only from my girlfriend. I held onto it for as long as I could.

And then it retreated.

I collapsed onto her bed. The dildo slid out of my pussy as Stefani groaned. Then she was behind me, hugging me, holding me, her round breasts pressing in my back. She was so soft and sweet. The opposite of Clint.

“What’s wrong, Yunie?” she asked.

“I…I masturbated to Clint this morning,” I gasped. “I…I wanted to fuck him.”

To be continued…

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Mom’s b-day and my heat.

Thank you for all your good comments, they are highly appreciated. This few stories have just been an introduction for the stories about to come. This is just my “background”, so to speak, and the best stories are yet to come. Remember, I’m the protagonist, mom is just the person that showed me the way.

Mom is the sexiest woman in the world. She is a man pleasing whore, and she is made to look that way. Her pimp Bill, makes her dress like a whore, and has been fucking her along with other men of his choosing. To top it of, she is fucked rough, and made to scream so everyone can hear her. Our neighbors have always known Bill is a stripclub owner and a pimp, that added with the way mom dressed, and her loud screaming, everyone know she was a whore. Our male neighbors lusted after her, and some were part of mom’s client list.

Many women might have been unhappy with working at a stripclub and being whored out, but mom was always happy. She always had a smile on her face, and seemed to enjoy her lifestyle. We had everything we wanted. She always had money, our bills were paid for, mom had a new car, and though it may have not seen that way sometimes, Bill seemed to really like her. He didn’t live with us, but spent alot of time at our house. He did have other girls, but he was with us at least 4 days out of the week. He would constantly take us shopping, and buy us really expensive things. Sometimes, he would even take the time to take us to buy groceries. Mom had to dress the way he wanted of course, and he got off on watching men lust after her. He made a good number of clients by showing off my mom. In one of those trips, he was good on his word, and bought me a computer. My mom wasn’t sure it was a good idea, but Bill insisted it would be good for school.

My mom’s 20th birthday came around, and our grandma and came over to our house and brought mom a cake. Bill showed up with various girfts, including a gold wacth and neckalce. He invited us all to eat, and we went to this fancy reastaurant. Bill said he invited a couple of friends over to our house to celebrate, and we would have a poopl party.

That evening, a couple of Bill’s friends and our neighbor’s started showing up. As always, I bathed with mom, and helped her get ready. Bill made her put on a small thong bikini, and a small top that barely covered her big breasts. Mom invited some of her stripper friends also, who showed up in small thongs bikinis also, but I thought mom was the hottest. That night most of the girls bathed in the pool, while most of the men stood there watching. My mom sent me to bed, but Bill told me; “stay awake and watch from your window, I have something real special for your mom”.
I looked through my window for a while and saw much of the same things going on. There were about 5 women and 9 men by that time gathered outside. Bill announced to the guests that it was time to make her feel special. The girls in the pool gathered around my mom and all started groping her. She had hands on her breasts, her legs, ass, neck, back. Mom seemed to want to pull away at first, but Bill told her,”be a good slut, this is the warmup.” The girls groped her than started kissing her body. All the men’s eyes were lusting after my mom. The girls took off mom’s clothes and brought her to the side of the pool. They lifted her off the pool and continued with their groping and kissing. She had one girl sucking on each breast, one eating at her ass from behind, and one eating at her pussy from the front. One girl held mom’s hands behind her back, and eveyone watched as the girls just ate her up. She had hands and mouths all over, and seemed to be overwhelmed in pleasure. One of the girls sucking on her tits yelled out to the crowd, “She has milk coming out”. All the men immediately cheered and lined up to eat at her. The women were quickly replaced by men, and they seemed to squeeze at her tits for milk while they sucked on them. Mom was screaming in pleasure, and I could not take my eyes off her. As I watched from the window of my room from above, I felt hot, I started feeling sensations I had never felt, I felt wet, I started touching myself. My mom seemed to shiver and scream over and over again. All the men took tuns sucking on her. They kneeled her down and bent her over. The men got in two lines, in front and behind her. They shoved their dicks into her mouth and facefcuked her. They gripped her hair and made their pelvis meet with my mom’s face as she seemed to be leaving a puddle of spit under her. The line behind her took their opening her buttcheecks with their hands, and shoved their own faces deep into mom’s ass. Once they had their turn, they started fucking her doggy style. She was getting fucked hard, and as the men were about to cum, they ran in front of her, and shot into her open mouth from the outside. When they finished, they would fuck her face a bit then pull back off. That was the first time I saw men shooting cum. Each men had their turn at my mom, they all fucked her hard and fast, and pulled out to cum in her mouth. Some of the men did it twice, and one 3 times. Eventually, they all finished, and I noticed Bill was walking around her with a camera. He handed it off to one of the girls and said,”now for the assfucking”. He facefucked her for a little bit than got behind her and started thrusting his hips at her ass. She screamed loudly and her breasts swayed heavily back and forth underneath her. He spanked her making loud banging sounds, that would contrast with mom’s screaming. After a few minutes of this, he pulled out from behind and facefucked my mom. Bill shivered and came inside her mouth. He told mom to open her mouth and pointed the camera at her mouth. He told her to swallow it, which she obeyed. The rest of the girls gathered around her and kissed her. They layed mom on her back and spread her legs. They kissed her lips, sucked her breasts, and ate her out. They each took a turn eating her and making her cum. Bill kept recording everything, and by the time the last girl made mom cum, my mom couldn’t get up. I felt completely soaked, and hot. I saw my grandma walk into my line of sight and help my mom get up. I didn’t remember grandma was there. She took mom inside and came out minutes later, my mom in her bikini, thanking all the guests for such a good time. The guests left soon after, along with my grandma. I was so hot I could not sleep, i touched myself thinking of my mom, and my heat would not go down. I kept wanting to be my mom more and more.

The next morning, mom went to my room and saw me awake. She asked if I wanted to bathe, which I agreed to of course. We took off our clothes, and I noticed her knees and butt were bruised. Her breasts also seemed swollen. I started feeling hot again. We jumped in the bathtub and mom asked,”did you sleep good last night”.
I said,”not at first, there was alot of noise outside”
Mom turned red, and started rubbing soap on her body. I couldn’t help myself staring at her breast, they looked bigger than before, she had pink nipples that were really erect, and her breast seemed so full. I swear I could smell milk inside of them. I kept getting hotter and hotter. Mom saw me staring at her breasts and smiled. She turned her back towards me and leaned back towards me.
Mom,”help me put soap on my back”.
I grabbed the soap and started caressing her back.
Mom,”what did you hear last night?”.
Me,”not much, I did hear some screaming though, that was it.”
Mom,”did you look to see what was going on?”.
Me,”No.”
Mom,”I’m tired from last night, can you massage my back please”.
I started rubbing her back, I started feeling hotter as I felt her skin.she leaned back against me as I massaged her shoulders. Her head layed in my chest, and I could see her huge boobs which stuck out of the water. I noticed they looked bruised also, completely swollen.
Me,”did you have fun last night”.
She smiled and said,”oh yeah, it was my favorite birthday”.
My mom closed her eyes as she layed her head in my chest and said,” your doing it real good”.
I continued massaging her, and I kept staring at her big tits, feeling hotter and hotter. I slowly made my way down towards them, creeping slowly as to make it part of the massage. I rubbed the part right above them, and on the sides.
Mom,”that feels so good, keep going”.
I reached to the part under her breasts and gently cupped them as I came back up.
Mom,”yeah, right there, my boobs are sore.”
I felt hotter than ever, and kept massagin her breasts. I caressed their perfection, and would squeeze gently, feeling every inch of them. As I squeesed, I could smell her milk, and started seeing how her nipples grew bigger and bigger, and white milk drops started coming out. My mom seemed to almost moan, and would tell me to keep going. She seemed to get closer and closer to screaming like she did when she got fucked.
Mom,”you probably don’t remember, but I loved breastfeeding you, I felt so close to you, and you were always hungry for me. I felt so good to have you so close. I wish it never stopped. All this time, it seems like a buildup inside me that hurts my breasts. That’s why it feels so good to have you massage me there.”
I continued massaging and squeezing, and I felt hotter and hotter.
Mom,”Can I feed you again, I want to have that feeling again.”
I knew I wanted it, but didn’t know what to say. Mom fell silent for a bit and I responded, “ok”.
Mom, “come here”.
She turned around and leaned back against the tub, pulling my head to her breasts. I grabbed them and put my mouth on her nipples. I could see the milk coming out of her before I put my lips on them. I felt her warm milk in my mouth, it tasted so good, it felt amazing to be sucking her. I closed my eyes and swallowed her sweet liquid full of texture, going back and forth in between each of her breasts, not wanting to waste a drop. I felt her hand slide underneath and she started touching herself. She moaned the same way she did the prior night. Her body shivered and I kept getting hotter and felt coming out of me. She screamed in pleasure, and orgasmed as I sucked her.
Mom,”That felt so good, I love you baby.”
Me, “I love you too mom”.
Mom,”I want to show you something, follow me”.
We got up and she took me to my bed.
Mom,”im gonna show you how to feel good”.
She layed me on my back and opened my legs. I was already wet, and imagined myseld being her the night before. She started touching my clit in a circular motion, causing an immediate sensation of pleasure. Thoughts of her being fucked came to my mind, I was moaning immediately.
Mom,”see how good that feels, feels how I do it”.
Me,”yeah”.
She continued closing her mouth to my clit, and blowing her moist breath. She started licking me gently, and carressing my inner thighs and pussy lips. My mind was racing with thoughts of her, and could not contain myself. My mom continued switching from her fingers to her mouth, until I felt an explosion in my pussy. She licked me clean. I lay there feeling shocked and amazing. I could not believe it felt so good. Mom got up and said, “practice doing what I did with your fingers, and you pleasure yourself whenever you want. It will be our little secret.” She left me there, tired, the heat finally gone, and more in love with mom than ever. I slept the whole day

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Justin and Sam have to find a way back to their own reality and deal with the crazy version of his little sister!

Time Manipulation Mind Control

Chapter Sixteen: Sister’s Naughty Twin

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

Crystal Sampson

I was getting bored. I hated being bored. I stared at the door and growled in annoyance. It defied me. I don’t know how my asshole of a brother escaped his imprisonment. I would see that that damn Salome was punished with him for helping him escape. How dare they both disobey me!

I hated waiting. Where were those damned baseball bats to batter down the door? I was so tense.

“Ji-Yun! Aurora!” I snapped, staring at my cadre of slaves. I had so many of them. Hordes of schoolgirls and women were so in love with me they would fight to help me punish all the filthy, disgusting men.

Like my father… I would never, ever let that bastard rut atop me again.

“Yes, my Queen?” Ji-Yun and Aurora said, the girls stepping up before me.

Each was so different from the other. Aurora was a blonde, green-eyed beauty with all the perkiness of a college cheerleader. Ji-Yun was shy and quiet, a slender, Korean willow with silky-black hair and budding breasts just like my own.

“Ji-Yun, eat my pussy!” I hissed. “Aurora, my asshole!”

“Yes, my Queen!” they moaned together, lust flashing across their faces. They were both so eager to please me. I had made them all my lesbian whores.

When I found Justin, I’d make sure all that nasty, filthy lust was wrung out of him.

“Daddy just needs you to drain all his lust out of his balls, Crystal,” echoed through my mind right before that bastard’s filthy cock ripped through my virginity. “Daddy just has too much cum in his balls. He just needs his little angel to drain them.”

Ji-Yun’s soothing tongue lapping through my folds, banish those dark memories. I groaned, grinding my pussy against her wonderful mouth. Her hands gripped my thighs while her slanted, dark eyes stared up at me in worship. I gripped my small breasts, squeezing them as I enjoyed her sapphic touch.

Then Aurora parted my butt-cheeks. The blonde cheerleader, one of the three girls my jackass brother drooled over, nuzzled into my crack. Her tongue flicked up my taint and brushed my sphincter. My puckered asshole clenched at the hot contact of her tongue. She rimmed around my anal ring, caressing me, teasing me.

So long as I had my lesbian slaves, I never had to think of him ever again. My loving slaves soothed away all the bad memories, their tongues pleasing me. My small breasts jiggled as I quivered in delight. I pinched my nipples, twisting them, shooting delight down to my pussy.

Aurora’s tongue swirled faster around my asshole. Her fingers clenched into my butt-cheek, massaging my rump as she caressed my backdoor. She was so loving. She pressed that wet tongue against my sphincter. My anal ring stretched and widened as she pushed forward.

Her tongue slipped into my bowels.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned. “That’s how you worship your Queen! You feast on her! You love her!”

Girls rushed by hefting baseball bats. I grinned as they went to work on the door, slamming into it hard. I quivered, knowing my asshole brother and his nerdy, whore friend were in there. Salome would pay worse than Justin. She had submitted to his filthy lust. I just knew it. She somehow became addicted to cocks. I thought I had freed her from that.

Freed them all.

Ji-Yun’s nimble tongue penetrated my pussy. She swirled around inside of me, circling counterclockwise while Aurora went clockwise in my asshole. I shuddered, loving the contrast in delight. The silky and velvety caresses melted together into building bliss.

I pinched my nipples harder, my black hair falling loosely about my shoulders, caressing them as I shuddered. I smeared my cunt across Ji-Yun’s face while Aurora fucked her tongue in and out of my asshole.

My orgasm built faster and faster. Ji-Yun’s hand stroked my thighs while her nose nuzzled into my clit. Little sparks burst from my bud, my cunt and asshole clamping down on both my sex slave’s tongues. It was such a delight. Such a treat to experience.

BANG!

BANG!

The beating, pummeling sounds of the girls hammering at the door punctuated the rapture building in me. I trembled as my sex slaves worshiped me. Their tongues stirred me up. They knew just how to please me. Just how to soothe away all my pain.

“Yes, yes, make me cum!” I howled.

“Make your Queen cum, sluts!” hissed Brittany as she stood by the door, watching the girls battering it down. “Make our Queen explode on your naughty tongues! Eat her fanny and her arse!”

I could hear the envy in Brittany’s voice. The English slut wanted to be eating me. Rimming me. Loving me.

I had such power. I would change the entire world. I didn’t know why the government was dumb enough to turn on that stupid machine last week, but I would use the power they gave me. I would remake everything. I would burn this world down and replace it with something better. I threw my arms up into the air as my orgasm swelled in me. Out of the ashes would rise my sapphic paradise.

I exploded on my slaves’ tongues.

My orgasm surged through me. My pussy convulsed around Ji-Yun’s thrusting tongue. My asshole spasmed around Aurora’s tongue as she swirled it through my bowels’ depths. I shuddered, my fingers pinching my nipples.

“You fucking wonderful sluts, yes!” I moaned. “You’re my lezzie slaves. Worship me!”

“We do, my Queen!” all the girls moaned in the hallway, even the ones slamming baseball bats into the heavy door.

I drank in the bliss. My power. I was making this world a better place. We would drain all the lust from the boys. Then they would be docile. They wouldn’t ever hurt any of us again. My fingers pinched my hard nipples, tugging at them as my ecstasy carried me to the plateaus of rapture.

I hung there.

A phone rang.

“Shit, my phone, my Queen!” gasped Aurora. She pulled her face from between my butt-cheeks and scrambled to pick up her smartphone she’d left on the floor. She scooped it up, listening to the other end.

I glanced behind me and witnessed a puzzled expression crossing her face.

“What?” I snapped, my body shuddering. “Has something gone wrong with the offensive? Are those filthy men still holding out by the mall?”

Aurora stared up at me in shock. “Your brother and father are still in their chains. Rebecca just checked it out.”

“No, we all saw my brother run down this hallway. He has to be in that classroom with that traitorous bitch. There’s nowhere else for him to go!”

Aurora rose. “Rebecca says she’s staring at your brother right now. He’s still chained up.”

What was going on?

“Ji-Yun, with me. Aurora, batter down the door and capture whoever is in there. I’m going to figure out what the hell is going on!”

Aurora nodded, murmuring, “Yes, my Queen.”

Ji-Yun rose, licking her pussy-stained lips as I whirled and marched down the hallway. The Korean slave fell in a step behind me. She was my favorite of all the schoolgirls I owned. She used to be my friend, but I didn’t need friends now. I just needed to be obeyed. I marched with an imperial step, my firm tits jiggling. I didn’t run, even though I wanted to. I strolled past our college’s trophy case.

That needed to be removed. There were boys’ achievements in there.

We rounded the corner and then passed the stairs that led down towards the first floor. I marched swiftly, my feet ringing and… There was something off. I couldn’t quite place it. The hallways looked just a little different. I felt like someone had rearranged everything while I was gone. Like I’d entered my room and discovered that someone had shifted every object over by an inch or two. Enough to make my brain know something was wrong without me being able to spot it.

“Slave, is something… wrong about this hallway?”

“I… I think so, my Queen.”

We rounded another corner and… There was no one guarding the doors to the classroom holding my brother and my filthy, despicable father. “I thought Rebecca was here!” I snarled, marching down the hallway. “That she was looking at him. Where is she?”

“I don’t know, my Queen!” Ji-Yun said, a slight cringe to her voice.

My fists balled tight. I reached the door that should be holding my brother. I yanked it open and—

It was full of desks. It was set up like the classrooms were before I took over. There were no chains bolted to the walls. Justin may have escaped, but he couldn’t unbolt his restraints from the wall. He couldn’t have put the desks back into place. They were removed from the building.

The world spun around me. This strange, dizzying sense of vertigo hit me.

“Ji-Yun!” I gasped, seizing her to steady my spinning universe. “You’re still my slave, right?” This wasn’t all a dream. I didn’t just… wake up?

“Of course. I am your devoted slave, my Queen. What is going on? Where are the chains?”

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Justin Sampson

Sam started to ride my still-hard cock again. She worked her cum-filled pussy up and down my shaft. What choice did she have? She had to maintain the ruse that she was here to dominate me. That she was here to drain my balls of all my cum. All my filthy lust. That was what the crazy girls in this parallel reality believed. They were led by my alternate-version of my little sister.

The Krystal of this world had gone mad. She thought men were evil. She was causing problems. Outside the college grounds, there was fighting. Smoke rose on the horizon. Gunshots echoed. The boys were rounded up and forced to have their cocks drained by the girls who were all brainwashed into being lesbians. Those girls mechanically rode up and down the boys’ cocks to empty their balls of all their cum.

They seemed to think a guy only produced a finite amount or something.

Sam and I were trying to sneak back to the opening that led to our world. Upstairs was a rift that led back to our universe and away from this insane one. We were almost there when we stumbled across Petra and Melissa. It was Sam’s idea to pretend that I was chained up, like the other boys in this mad universe. That she was draining my balls of their “lusts” to pacify me.

She’d sacrificed her virginity to maintain the ruse.

But now Petra—not the Petra who was my sex slave from our reality, but the messed-up version from this one—was groping Sam from behind. She wanted Sam to keep fucking me until my balls were empty. Thanks to the gravitons feeding me from the NSA’s screwed-up experiment, Project KRONOS, I had unlimited sexual stamina.

So that was happening. And we were wasting time. If the evil version of my sister got through that door and realized Sam and I jumped out the window…

Watching us was Melissa, the Black girl rubbing her pussy as she urged Sam to keep riding me. “That’s it. Be a slut and work that cunt up and down his dick,” Melissa moaned. “Make him cum again and again! Subdue his perverse passions! Tame him with that cunt!”

I had to act. The power lurked inside of me. I glanced at Sam, catching her eyes as she worked her deflowered pussy up and down my dick. Pleasure rippled through me, her snatch feeling incredible. A perverse part of me wanted to let her keep riding me. To keep enjoying her sweet snatch caressing my cock.

Sam nodded her head, mouthed, “Now.”

I ripped my hands-free of the manacles. Sam hadn’t locked them, just wrap the metal bands about my wrists. At the same moment, Sam threw herself backward, pushing Petra away from her. My girlfriend’s pussy popped off my dick as she knocked the Hispanic girl onto her ass. Then Sam sprang to the side, rolling off me and allowing me to move.

“What the fuck?” gasped Melissa. The Black girl lunged at me while Petra scrambled to her feet, her big, brown tits heaving.

Sam had done this earlier today, throwing out her power to freeze the bullet that almost killed me. I concentrated on flinging the reserve of energy that had built inside of me. The pool of the gravitons that the Project KRONOS machine gave me.

“FREEZE!”

A cone of stopped time hurtled from me. It surged over both girls, catching Melissa head on, her body frozen in midair, both feet off the ground. But the gravitons only caught half of Petra, her arm and one of her boobs. She shrieked and jerked her body, struggling to move her outstretched arm. It was like the air held her. She let out a scream of pure fright as I scrambled to my feet. We didn’t have much time before her panic brought others.

I grabbed Sam’s hand and rounded Petra. I took one last look at the half-paused girl, her body struggling to move. She tugged at her frozen arm, gripping her wrist, crying out in terror. Then I darted out of the room.

My still-hard cock bobbed before me, flicking drops of Sam’s pussy juices. Our bare feet slapped on the floor as we rushed for the nearby stairs. It led up to the second floor nearby the rift back to our reality. We raced up it, Sam panting, Petra’s shrieks reaching. As we neared the top of the stairs, I heard a girl asked, “What is that?”

We burst onto the second-floor hallway. Rebecca, not my blonde sex slave from my world but crazy one in this universe, stood beside an open door, her arms folded. She gasped when she saw me, the color draining from her face. Then her head whipped around, peering into the classroom she stood before. She snapped her head back to look at me.

“How… How the fuck are you right here? And… And… in there?”

I didn’t give her a chance to think. I darted the other way, rushing to where the rift should be. I had to guess because I couldn’t see that demarcating line from this side. It all looked like their reality. I raced forward until I thought we were past the point. I hoped this would work. I hoped that the rift was still around.

I whirled around and…

Instead of seeing Rebecca and the hallway of this reality, I saw that small shift in colors and tweaks to the hallway of my universe. That line that ran across the floor, walls, and ceiling, making a perfect edge that mark the borders between our universes. There was home. We couldn’t cross over from the direction we just came, but we could from this side.

It made my head hurt thinking about a two-dimensional gateway in a three-dimensional world.

Sam and I raced back into our reality. We crossed that line and…

A giddy rush shot through me. It felt wonderful to be back home. I wanted to shout out in celebration. Then I heard a strange, slapping echo. It was bare feet smacking onto the floor but faint and distorted. It was like I wasn’t hearing the source of the footsteps, but their echo bouncing off the far wall in the other reality before crossing over into this one.

It clicked in my mind. Rebecca could find us if she passed the boundary point and turned around.

Sam gasped as I shoved her into an alcove for a drinking fountain. I pressed in after her, hugging tight against her naked body. She trembled against me, her eyes wide. She opened her mouth to ask a question, but I couldn’t let her make a sound. I kissed her, sealing my lips over hers. Suddenly those footsteps sounded so close to us. Rebecca must have passed the boundary point. She must be standing where, to her, it must have looked like we had just vanished into thin air.

“What the fuck?” she asked. If she charged into our reality, I would grab her, overpower her.

Sam’s naked body trembled against mine. She clung to me, squeaking. I enjoyed the feel of her. I couldn’t help the way my dick throbbed against her. This was so exciting. We were hiding. So close to getting back to our sex slaves.

It was all so crazy.

Then Rebecca’s footsteps darted away. She was running deeper into her own reality, probably heading to where the alternate version of my sister was trying to batter down the door to the classroom where they thought Sam and I hid.

I broke the kiss with Sam, my excitement bleeding out of me.

“Clever,” Sam said, adjusting her glasses. “But you have drained all your power. It will be twelve hours before you can freeze time again.”

“Doesn’t matter! We’re shutting down that damn machine before this gets any worse.”

Sam nodded. I didn’t want to turn off the machine that gave me these powers. I was afraid everything would go back to normal, that I would lose my sex slaves, especially Aurora, but I couldn’t let insane realities like that one bleed into ours. My sister over there was bonkers.

It sucked doing the right thing.

I pulled away from Sam, gripping her hand, and stepped out into the hallway.

“You!”

“Hey, Krystal, watch out,” Justin said, grinning at his sister and her lover. “You go too much farther down the hallway and you’ll cross over into this other reality. All that bullshit about parallel universes bleeding together is true. And it is fucked up on the other side.”

“Other… realities…?” his sister asked, her face scrunching up.

“So, what drew you out of the orgy?” Justin continued while I bit my lip. Something was off… I gasped as Justin grabbed my arm and pulled me close to him. “Are you hoping I slipped off to make love to Sam? Were you interested in licking my cum out of her pussy?” Justin chuckled. “I know how much you love licking my cum out of a girl’s snatch.”

Krystal’s face mottled red. Her hands balled into fists.

“Well, let’s head back to the others, and then you can lick my cum out of Sam’s pussy. I pumped quite a lot into her.”

“Shut up!” snarled Krystal. “Stop spouting all that filth, you fucking pervert! Why would I ever want to lick your spunk out of another girl’s cunt? You’re just as bad as him!”

Justin’s face fell.

“That’s the other Krystal!” I said, realization slapping me. “She must’ve crossed over into our reality.”

“Fuck,” he muttered, eyeing her.

What should we do? I opened my mouth to ask but Justin suddenly darted forward, leaving me blinking in surprise.

He moved fast, crossing the distance between me and the other version of his little sister. He seized Krystal in his arms. She screeched like a wildcat, her fingernails scratching at his arms. He grunted, wrapped his arms around her waist, and hefted her off the floor.

She fought back, thrashing. They tussled, struggled. He pivoted, his feet sliding on the floor. He grunted against her abuse as his back arched. She bucked back against him, spittle flying from her lips. Her loose hair slapped him in the face.

She twisted in his arms, legs flailing. She snarled and hissed, bucking. She tried to break free of my boyfriend’s embrace. He held her tight, his face scrunching up as her fingernails scratched at his arms again, leaving red furrows, some beading with crimson drops.

“Fucking bitch!” he growled. “We can’t let them cross back over, Sam.”

“Let go of my Queen!” the parallel-version of Ji-Yun shouted.

The petite, Korean girl launched herself at Justin’s back. Her arms went around his neck, choking his throat, her thighs locking about his waist. Her loose, black hair swayed about her shoulders as she screeched and tugged at him.

I had to help him.

I crossed the distance, Justin’s cum pouring down my thighs. I ignored that ticklish rivulet as I seized the Korean girl’s hair. I yanked back hard as she went to bite his neck. She screeched in pain, her neck bending backward.

I took the opportunity to hook my left arm around her neck, pressing the crook of my elbow into her throat. I pulled back even harder. She gasped as I threw her off of Justin’s back. She hit the floor hard. Her head smacked into the linoleum. She gasped, coughing, her eyes fluttering. She looked dazed by the impact.

I acted.

I rolled her over onto her back, twisting her left arm behind her and pinning my knee into her shoulder blades. I held her there.

“Stop your struggling,” growled Justin.

“Let me down, you filthy bastard!” his sister howled. “I won’t let you take me to him! I won’t let him ever rape me ever again!”

“No one is going to fucking rape you!” Justin snarled. He glanced at me. “You got that one, Sam?”

“Indeed,” I answered.

“Good,” he spat, carrying his thrashing sister towards the stairs. Her leg still kicked, but he’d managed to pin her arms to her torso, keeping her from scratching him. She was half thrown over his shoulder now. Her black hair swirling about her rage-mottled features. “We need to get to the others and get our cops guarding the breach right now. We can’t let this insanity bleed over to our world.”

“Let me fucking go now!” howled Krystal, thrashing.

I wrenched the gasping Ji-Yun up by her left arm. I kept it twisted behind her back, saying, “This is what is called a stress position. I am manipulating your joint and can deliver extreme pain if you do not cooperate. Worse, Justin will harm your queen if you struggle to escape. If you wish her to remain unharmed, you will cooperate.”

“I…” whimpered the girl. “Okay.” Her voice sounded strained. “Don’t hurt my Queen. Don’t let her father hurt her ever again.”

Father? An idea of what had twisted the other Krystal formed in my mind. “That shall not happen.”

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Crystal Sampson

I thrashed. I screeched. I fought against my disgusting, filthy brother’s grip. He held me tight as he marched us through the school, heading down the stairs to the first floor. I shouted, crying out for my followers. Where were my sex slaves? Why weren’t they coming to save me? Why was everything back to normal? I didn’t see any classroom full of boys getting their dicks drained.

What did my filthy brother and that traitorous bitch mean by other reality? Where the fuck was I?

I struggled and thrashed. I refuse to be molested again, but I couldn’t stop him. Once again, Justin was taking me to that bastard’s bed. I hated my brother. Hated my mother for being so weak, for not standing up to my filthy father’s abuse. She allowed him to use me. She’d always apologize after, telling me how much happier he was now. How it was better for the family that he used my pussy. They were all such cowards for kowtowing to that fucking monster.

Justin was taking me to that bastard again.

The fear swelled. I felt so helpless again. I was that scared, weak little girl that I was a month ago before my powers were born. I squirmed and wiggled, struggling to escape his grasp. This couldn’t be happening. Not again.

“P-please,” I sobbed, all my new-found power gone. Crumbled away, leaving me crying. “Don’t take me to our father.”

“Our father?” my terrible brother asked. He sounded baffled. “I’m taking you to the gym. Why would I take you to our father?”

“So he can rape me!” I snarled. “You know that.”

“Our dad…” He sounded even more confused. “Well, our dad in this universe is my little cuckold bitch. He’s not going to rape you. No one is going to fucking rape you. Just calm down. I don’t know what I’m going to do with you, but I can’t have you leading your crazy bitches into my world.”

World? Universe? Why had everything gone insane?

I stared at Ji-Yun. My Korean sex slave was still mine, staring at me with such pride in her eyes as she marched before that traitorous Salome. We moved through the familiar halls of Mary Glassner College, but where were all my followers? We approach the gym. I could hear… moans.

Feminine moans.

It sounded like one of the many orgies I’d orchestrated. Those hours upon hours spent writhing amid hundreds of feminine forms, loving on another and celebrating our sapphic delight. Maybe… Maybe this was all some weird prank. Maybe my sex slaves thought it would be funny to have my brother kidnap me and bring me to an orgy.

Yeah, that had to be it. If I figured out which ones did it… I would spank them so hard. Probably that Petra. She was such a cunt.

I was regaining control of myself. Once I was back at the orgy, everything would be fine. Justin would be captured. I would punish everyone who thought it would be funny to pull this horrible joke on me. I would bind them in stocks and whip their asses until they howled. Then I’d fucked them with my strap-on. I’d make them cum while they screamed in blissful agony.

It would be so wonderful to punish them for making me feel helpless.

The doors to the gymnasium creaked open. Justin carried me in, passing two cops who’d opened the doors for him. They were both male cops. Armed male cops. No man should have a gun. My forces were out fighting against those few men who had managed to escape the initial surges of my power. Where had these men come from?

What happened to the school?

“Master!” Girls writhing in sapphic pleasure greeted Justin as he marched through the gym. “That’s so hot that you’re carrying your little sister, Master!”

“Master, can I suck your dick?”

“No, no, let me suck your dick, Master!”

“You can fuck my ass, Master!”

What was going on here? Did all my slaves worship Justin now? Had he taken the power for me? Did he release all the boys? There were so many of them standing around the edges of the gym, looking tall, erect. Like they were guarding it. They weren’t touching any of the women, which was good, only they were free. They looked strong and powerful, not cowed and pacified the way disgusting boys should be.

They could harm me.

“Ooh, who do you have there, bro?” asked the familiar voice. It sounded like my own. And bro?

Justin suddenly swung me off his shoulders and set me on the ground. I turned around to face a naked, slender, black-haired girl. She wore her hair in pigtails the way I used to and… It was like looking into a mirror.

“Holy fucking shit!” the girl before me gasped. “Bro, where did you find my twin?”

“She’s your evil twin, actually,” Justin said.

“Well, she doesn’t have a goatee,” Salome said as she marched Ji-Yun up beside me.

Justin laughed, a deep and hearty sound. Salome joined him, giggling.

“Goatee?” this other version of myself and I asked together. We did it with the same cadence.

Was I really in another universe? One where my brother had taken over instead of me? Where he’d made the version of me here his sex slave.

“Wow, you’re a me from another world,” my twin said. “That is so hot. Does this make you wet? Because I sooooo want to eat your pussy! Is that weird? It would be like the ultimate form of incest. Eating myself out.”

“I… I…” I shook my head. “This is fucking insane!”

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

Krystal Sampson

“Yeah, this is insane,” I told my evil twin. She didn’t have her hair in pigtails. And the version of Ji-Yun standing beside wore her hair flowing loose instead of in a cute braid. “So, were you born on April 19th, too?”

My twin nodded, her eyes looking glossy and dazed now. She slumped in my brother’s grip.

“Wow,” I said. “And you spell your name with a K, too? Your Krystal, right?”

“With a K?” she asked. “Why would I spell my name with a K? Crystal starts with a C.”

“Ooh, so we’re not quite the same,” I said.

Justin snorted. “You have no fucking idea. She wanted to exterminate all men over in her reality or drain their lusts or castrate them or something. She has some sort of powers. Don’t know if she can stop time, or anything, but she definitely was mind-controlling people.”

“Hot!” I said. “Well, not the exterminating part.”

Justin’s face grew serious. “Krystal, did dad ever…?” He shook his head. “Never mind.”

I shrugged. I turned my head and shouted, “Hey, Ji-Yun, come meet your evil twin!”

Ji-Yun wormed her way out of a pile of feminine flesh, pussy juices streaking her face and small tits. Her pale-olive skin looked so naughty gleaming with feminine oils smeared across her flesh. She darted towards me, her braided hair keeping her delicate face fully exposed. She glanced at our opposites and blinked.

“Wow, she is my twin,” Ji-Yun said. “Parallel reality stuff?”

I nodded my head.

“Is it weird that I want to have sex with my doppelganger?” my girlfriend asked.

“I knooooow!” I gushed, “I want to fuck my evil twin, too! So hot.”

Ji-Yun nodded her head in vigorous agreement. “Like the ultimate incest.”

I squealed in delight and hugged my girlfriend. I kissed her, tasting sweet and spicy pussy on her lips. I loved her so much. She just “got” me. Yes, I might have mind-controlled her into being the perfect girlfriend by accident, but she also turned me into a bisexual girl who loved her brother’s cum.

So we were even.

I gave another critical eye to my evil twin, who spelled her name with a C instead of a K which was totally weird. I frowned, brow furrowing. “Does she look a little… heavier than me? Right, Ji-Yun?”

“Oh, definitely, she easily has five pounds on you.”

I let out a sigh of relief. There definitely was a little bit of plumpness about Crystal’s thighs. I liked being petite.

My evil twin blinked. “What? You think you’re skinnier than me?”

“She’s all scrawny and bony,” the evil Ji-Yun said. “You are so much more beautiful, my Queen.”

“Why do you make your girlfriend call you queen?” I asked. “That’s a little kinky.”

“Girlfriend?” Crystal asked. “She’s my sex slave. You all should all be my sex slaves. If I had my powers at their full effect, you would all be kneeling before me!”

“This is why we need to shut down the machine,” Justin said.

I nodded my head. I didn’t want to give up my powers, but… I also didn’t want our universe to get destroyed. And now that I liked guys, I didn’t want to have them all emasculated. “So what’s the plan, bro?”

“Miller!” shouted my brother.

The government agent in the suit somehow appeared, almost out of thin air, but he was probably lurking on the periphery waiting to be needed. He was tall, handsome, with dark hair and a dangerous air about him. He bowed to my brother, saying, “I will call the facility and let them know we are coming to turn off the machine. I know they will be excited to end this.”

“No, I don’t trust the NSA.” My brother’s eyes slid down to the gun holstered beneath the agent’s shoulder. The butt and holster peeked out of his jacket as he moved. “We’re going to do this my way.”

“And what is your way, Justin?” asked Sam, sounding calm.

I nodded my head, holding my girlfriend tight to me. I can’t believe the other version of me made her Ji-Yun into a sex slave. She truly was my evil doppelganger.

Justin drew in a deep breath and then bellowed, “I need someone who feels like they could stop time right this second!”

His words echoed through the gym, cutting over the lingering moans of passion. Most of the girls had untangled themselves and were gathering around him. Aurora was fighting her way through the crowd to reach my brother. He surveyed his women, even glancing at the guys who stood guard. Anyone of them could gain the power. The closer you were to my brother, the more likely the ability would spill over into you and let you stop time and mind-control people.

And maybe if they were close to me, too. My brother and I were on the same… wavelength. So far it seemed like we were the only ones connected that way. Maybe because we were siblings? Or maybe because we both were somehow affected at the same time by the machine. I didn’t know. This was really Sam’s area.

Just as Aurora reached my brother, Paris burst out of the crowd, her body smeared in pussy cream just like Ji-Yun’s was. She had such a look of hope on her face as she shouted, “Me! I think I can stop time! I’ll do it, Master!”

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

Justin Sampson

I nodded, my plan bubbling in my head. I glanced at Sam and said, “We’re going to freeze time so we don’t have to worry about the people from the other world bleeding into ours while we’re traveling to Handford. Plus, I don’t trust those NSA fuckers. We’ll get in there, we’ll turn off the machine, then we’ll, hopefully, slip out.”

“Once we turn off the machine, time may resume immediately. We may not get out.” Sam adjusted her glasses. “Unless we are very careful in our infiltration.”

My head snapped over to Miller. “It’ll be up to you to ensure that once time flows again, we’ll have an easy escape route.”

“Of course, my God,” the government agent said.

I shuddered. How much longer would people think of me like that? I glanced over at Crystal, staring at the warped version of my little sister. I could understand the seduction of power. Of domination. I wanted to take over my world. For that fleeting hour, I had such dreams. I imagined spreading my influenced far and wide. I would have used my mind-controlled followers, the Parallels I created with my powers, to dominate governments. I would have moved my slaves into position like chess pieces, let them stop time themselves, then use their powers to create me new followers.

I didn’t want the dream to end, but how much longer before another fucked up reality bled into ours. It could already be happening, opening onto places even more messed up than the one Crystal came from.

“We’ll need a team,” I said.

Sam nodded her head, saying, “Of course. I will be going.”

I wanted to say no, not wanting to take my girlfriend into danger, but what choice did I have? I would need her brains on this. “And Miller will be going, too. That’s a given.”

“I’m coming, bro,” Krystal said, holding her girlfriend tight. “No way I’m missing out on sneaking into a government base. If we’re going to stop time, I want to enjoy it one last time.

“And you will need your head slave, Master,” Aurora said. “To keep Paris in line.”

Paris blushed. She had to go because she was the one who could pause time.

I studied my blonde sex slave. The first girl I’d ever fucked. Just yesterday she despised me; now she wanted to risk her life to spend as much time with me as possible. I could see it in her eyes. The fear that when this was all over, she wouldn’t be my sex slave any longer. She wanted to enjoy it for as long as she could.

“Okay. Aurora’s coming, too. But that’s it.”

“We’re going to need a vehicle,” Sam said. “I don’t want to walk all the way to Handford.”

I groaned. I hadn’t considered that. “Fuck, can Paris bring a vehicle with her when she pauses time?”

“That is a very good question,” Sam said. “Clearly, the gravitons affect your belongings and the people you’re touching, but it doesn’t seem to affect the ground you’re standing on. It appears to be a very localized area. Perhaps you… instinctively decide what is or isn’t affected by the gravitons. Also, the fact that you’re able to move through the air and manipulate objects implies that you have a continuous effect on things, spreading small ripples of space-time distortion around you. Undoubtedly, there are some unusual quantum effects going on that allow interesting phenomena to happen.”

“Like girls’ pussies getting wet when I manipulate them,” I said. I scratched at the back of my neck. “A whole bunch about this that doesn’t make any sense. Oh, well. Who cares how this works. We just need to find a vehicle and hope that Paris can encase it and all of us in her time bubble.”

“I can totally do it, Master,” Paris said, her small breasts jiggling as she nodded her head.

“And if she doesn’t, I will have to spank her,” Aurora added, a big grin on her face.

My hand itched. I suddenly wanted to spank Aurora. She hadn’t been naughty, and I’d already spanked her today so that the compulsion that she put on me wasn’t nibbling at me.

“We must make sure it is a vehicle that has a full tank of gas,” Sam said. “We cannot guarantee we could fill up the tank if we run out of gas before we arrive. But it is only a couple hour drive, so it should not be a problem if it’s full.”

“Our van has more than enough gas to get us there,” Miller said. “We topped it off this morning before we arrived.”

“Okay, that’s it.”

“Good, I need to wash up. I will return.” Sam turned and strolled off. I blinked, wanting to talk to her.

I waited about seven minutes, the orgy raging around us. Then she returned, her body wet and glistening. She’d showered in the locker room. I didn’t blame her. We had a wild time in the other world when I’d taken her cherry.

My stomach churned, remembering that moment. I said to Sam, “I need to talk to you in private.”

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Salome “Sam” Shapiro

The only light that spilled through the equipment room bled from under the door. I trembled in the darkness with Justin. It felt so… intimate. Even with his harem of hundreds of schoolgirls and his army of protectors just outside, I suddenly felt like we were the only two people in the world. He took my hands in the darkness, his body merely a silhouette my eyes slowly adjusted. Beat by beat of my heart, I could see more and more of his features resolving out of the shadows.

“What did you want to talk to me about?” I asked, the sudden nervousness swirling through me as he rubbed the back of my hands with his fingers.

“Are you… sad that you surrendered your cherry to me?”

“Of course not,” I said, my deflowered pussy clenching. My snatch felt so… open. “I don’t regret saving our lives one bit.”

“Even though you didn’t get to loose her virginity in the backseat of a car after making out while watching a scary movie?” Justin asked. I could just make out his lips spreading in a smile.

“No,” I said. I had wanted him. I had no regrets. “I was just glad that it was with you. It turned out all that stuff really didn’t matter. Even with those bizarre versions of Petra and Melissa watching us, I felt your love. It felt so…” A breathiness entered my voice. My heart fluttered. All these emotions that I normally tried to ignore were bubbling up through me. My nipples ached, my areolas feeling so puffy and itchy. In my pussy…

My pussy needed to be touched. Stroked. Penetrated.

“I promise when this is all over, I will take you out on that proper date,” Justin said. “I want to do it properly, and—”

I kissed him.

My arms sprang around his neck. I pulled him tight as my lips melted against his. My body pressed against his. I clung to him. His arms went around me, embracing me with a fierceness. His dick throbbed in twitched against my belly, smearing precum that leaked out of the tip. My cunt clenched, aching to be touched. All these wicked and naughty sensations rushed through my body.

Our tongues dueled. My glasses brushed his cheeks as our lips worked together. So wonderful. It was like we were trying to devour each other. To feast on each other’s passion. I was so happy. Such joy bubbled through me to feel his arms around me. I whimpered against him, shivering.

Being kissed was wonderful, but I needed something more… rapturous.

I broke the kiss with Justin, panting. I could see more of his face now, my eyes adjusting to the darkness. His had a glossy shimmer to them. They were liquid with his passion. His breath was hoarse, heavy. He stared down at me with such hunger.

“If you want… to do this right, Justin,” I said, struggling to speak clearly as I gasped for breaths, “then you need to… go down on… me.” I licked my lips and then added, “I did douche myself. I washed out all of your cum.”

“We’ll have to remedy that,” Justin said, a grin spreading across his face. “After I go down on you and make you explode.”

“Yes!” I groaned as he knelt down before me, his strong hands sliding down my naked flesh. I was getting so used to being nude all the time, it was so naughty. His touch ignited my skin in ways I didn’t know possible. His fingers found my hips, holding me tight. Then he pulled me forward.

I gasped as his lips found my bush, nuzzling into my silky delight. He kissed lower and lower through my pubic hair until he reached the top of my pussy. He let out a growling moan of hunger.

Then he licked me.

His fingers tightened on my hips as his tongue lapped through my folds again. I shuddered, his mouth feeling so different from Miss Daisy’s licking tongue. He dipped into my hole since I had no hymen to block my entrance now. He didn’t have her delicate touch, either. He licked me with a stronger, more forceful touch.

A manly touch.

“Justin!” I squealed, pleasures racing through me as his tongue licked and lapped through my folds. My hands shot down past my quivering, budding breasts to grab his dark hair. I clutched him, fingers digging through his short locks as I held him against my pussy.

It felt so incredible. His dark eyes stared up at me, his nose pressed into my black bush. I shuddered, grinding my snatch across his face. I humped against him, his tongue diving into my pussy. He swirled around inside of me, teasing my silky walls.

I whimpered as the pleasure rushed through me. It flowed to every inch of my body. It built this wonderful ache inside of me. His nose would brush my clit as his tongue plunged in and out of my pussy. Almost like he was fucking me.

“Justin, yes!” I gasped. “Your tongue… Oh, wow, your tongue!”

“Just let yourself explode, Sam,” he growled, sounding so confident. A day enjoying sex slaves had given him the boldness to know what he was doing with my pussy. I could feel it as his lips latched onto my clit.

Sucked.

I gasped, my entire body bucking. His hands gripped my hips, holding me tight to his mouth as he nursed on my little bud. Between sucks, his tongue fluttered against it. He caressed it, stimulating it.

The rapture built inside of me. This wonderful quiver of ecstasy. My pussy clenched as I held onto him. I whimpered, my braid of black hair swaying down my back as I shuddered.

“Oh, my gosh, it’s building in me, Justin!” I moaned. “My orgasm. You’re going to make me climax.”

“Do it,” he growled, his hands sliding my hips to grab my rump. He seized both butt-cheeks, squeezing tight. “Cum on my mouth!”

He latched onto my clit again. Sucked.

“Yes!” I screamed.

The feel of him nursing on that sensitive bud sent rapture shooting through me. It built and built in me, swelling so swiftly. My toes curled against the gym mats lying on the floor. I trembled, my entire body tensing, bracing itself for the explosive ecstasy.

Justin’s tongue brushed my clit. He triggered it. I gasped as the bliss burst inside of my pussy. My snatch convulsed, begging to be filled. Juices flowed out of me while rapture speared through my body. It swept through every bit of me, washing through my mind.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I howled as little stars burst across my vision. My neurons were firing so hard. My mind was flooded with dopamine. It set off all my pleasure receptors.

Justin licked and lapped at my pussy, drinking the flood of my passion gushing out of me. His fingers gripped my clenching rump, holding me tight as I spasmed. I clutched at his hair, the room spinning around me. I was dizzy with rapture.

With the rapture he gave me.

My boyfriend loved me. He gave me such ecstasy. I groaned and gasped, my eyes fluttering as such bliss rippled through me. I loved it. I wanted more. I wanted him in me.

“Justin!” I called, unable to put my needs into coherent words.

But he understood.

He pulled his face from my pussy. He held my hips tight as he guided me down to the floor. Before I knew it, I was stretched out on the gym mats and he was over me, a dark shape that hovered above. My arms slid around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. I had to love him. He was Justin.

My boyfriend.

My lover.

His cock pressed into my silky bush. He must be holding his dick and guiding it. I shuddered, feeling his tip sliding down my slit until he found the opening of my pussy. Our lips met in a hot kiss, my tangy cream covering his mouth. I tasted wonderful on him. I whimpered into his mouth as his dick filled me.

This time it was just me and him. Alone in the college’s equipment room. I could pretend this was how I lost my virginity, but I didn’t want to. I sacrificed my maidenhead to save our lives, and I was proud of that. Now I could make love to him in private.

Just the two of us.

He bottomed out in me, my pussy gripping him. I shuddered, squirming my hips and stirring my snatch around his girth. His dick throbbed inside of me, twitching and pulsing to the beat of his heart. I could feel his love as he kissed me. Our tongues dueled, caressed each other.

He drew back his cock.

My pussy clamped down on his withdrawing shaft, not wanting his dick to leave but reveling in the silky friction that burned with rapture inside of me. Then he rammed home into me, burying back into my depths where he belonged. A wave of bliss washed through me. I clutched him so tight, crushing his chest to my small breasts. My puffy nipples tingled.

He made love to me. We made love to each other. Our bodies moved and worked and pumped. The both of us wanted to give the other such bliss. Every time his cock rammed into me, I whimpered. Every time he pulled back, my pussy clenched about him, increasing that wonderful friction.

Justin broke the kiss, moaning, “Sam! My beautiful Sam.”

“Yes, yes, Justin!” I moaned, my hips moving to the rhythm of his thrust. My clit throbbed every time his pubic bone crushed it. Little sparks of bliss exploded through me. They bathed my inner depths. “I love you, Justin!”

He kissed me again. My orgasm swelled with every thrust of his dick. The bliss built inside of me. It wasn’t going to be an explosion this time, but a wonderful wave of rapture inundating my body. A delicious tsunami of ecstasy that would sweep away all my thoughts and leave behind only the rapture of this moment.

I kissed him so hard, eager for the passion to burst through me.

Justin’s thrust harder and with more power. The pleasure built and built, squirming inside of me. I gripped him with my pussy, squeezing down on his shaft as he plunged in and out of me. His crotch smacked into me, my clit drinking in the pleasure every time. I savored that rush of bliss as he buried inside of me. He filled me up.

I came closer and closer to that moment. I groaned into his hot lips. Our tongues caressed each other. My puffy nipples rubbed against his chest, his body moving over mine. I loved his weight atop me. He was heavy in such a wonderful way.

I had never felt more like a woman than right now. Not an awkward, nerdy girl, but a mature, beautiful woman.

I broke the kiss, gasping out, “Justin, I love you! I’ve loved you for so long! I’m so glad you mind-controlled me to admit my feelings. This is amazing. Justin!”

As my orgasm crashed through me, Justin grunted, “Love you, too, Sam!”

“Yes!” I howled as my pussy writhed and spasmed about his cock.

He plunged into my orgasming cunt, churning me up and sending wave after wave of rapture flooding through my body. It was so wonderful, so amazing to feel that delight washing through me. It splashed into my mind, igniting all those neurons again.

Dopamine ignited all the receptors in my brain. Pleasure flooded like electricity across my mind. My cunt convulsed harder, sucking at his dick plunging into me. I clutched at him, bucking and writhing beneath him.

“Justin!” I howled with all my need.

“My Sam!” he growled and buried his shaft to the hilt in me.

His cum spurted hot into me. This wondrous delight that splashed against my cervix. It spilled through me, flooding my inner depths. My pussy writhed about him, wringing him dry. Passion filled me.

I kissed him hard, reveling in this moment. My body had evolved for me to enjoy this moment. To take my man’s seed deep inside of me. To feel the completeness of our rapturous union. I trembled beneath Justin, holding him so tight. I clutched him to me as the pleasure burned through my body.

He collapsed on me. His nose nuzzled into mine. We shared a quick kiss, enjoying the tenderness of this moment. I never wanted it to end. I just wanted to stay in his dark storeroom with him forever and—

A knock rapped on the storage room door. Then Aurora, her voice half-muffled, said, “Master, we’re ready.”

Justin broke the kiss. My eyes had adjusted enough to let me see all his features now. I stroked his cheek, nodding my head. He said, “Let’s go save the world.”

Bitterness twisted his features even as he pulled out of me. He didn’t want to give up his powers, but it was the right thing to do. The heroic thing. It made me love him even more. That wouldn’t change. Even if everything else went back to normal, I would still be honest about my emotions. I wouldn’t give them up at all.

“Yes, let’s do it,” I said.

To be continued…

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