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A girl in college falls into a love triangle and has to chose.

“Are you ready for college sweetie? It’s move in day!” said my mom.

“I was born ready!” I exclaimed.

“That’s the spirit!” said my dad.

I moved everything into my room, but my roommate wasn’t there yet. Who was it going to be? Was she going to be nice or mean? Kind or rude? Pretty or ugly? All these thoughts raced around my head as I moved in.

After I moved all my stuff in and my parents left, I was sitting in my room enjoying the silence when there was a knock at the door. I went over and answered it and there was this beautiful girl standing there.

“Hi I’m Erika and I’m your roommate. I can’t wait to spend the next year with someone as cool as you!!!”

Well, all my questions were answered. She was a nice, kind, and beautiful girl.

We spent the rest of the day just talking and getting to know each other. I instantly fell in love with her but she could never know.

I fell deeper in love with her when I saw her change. She had the most amazing breasts and the most beautiful legs and a perfect figure. I was fully in love with my roommate.

From that first day, we spent every second together. We were like best friends but I wanted to be more. There were times where I wanted to tell her how I felt but I stopped myself. It was only the first week of school and we had the whole year together. Best to not ruin it on the first week.

At first, we had regular school days filled with classes and homework. That all changed one night.

While Erika and I were in our dorm room, we got a knock at the door. It was my friend Grace from my high school. I introduced her to Erika during the first week of school.

“Hey guys. I’m throwing a party tonight and you’re both invited.”

“No thanks I’m good.” I replied.

“Come on Elise we’re both 18 now. Time to cut lose! It’ll be fun.” Erika chimed in.

“I’m not a big partyer. I never have been to one so might as well not start now.”

“It will be fun. I’m not taking no for an answer.” Grace pressed on.

“Fine lets do it.” I finally relented.

“YAY! PARTY!!! Be at my dorm at 7:00.”

“Ok. See you soon!”

I was so nervous and I knew that this party would make a first impression on a lot of people that I didn’t know and some of them might even be friends of mine one day. I had to look good so I wore a short skirt and a nice tank top with a very revealing bra. I wanted to look sexy but also conservative. Erika agreed with my outfit and we headed out.

We got to Grace’s door and knocked and she answered.

“Ready for the best night of your lives?”

“I don’t know about that but I’m ready to have fun and relax a bit.” I answered.

“Come on in!” and she invited us in.

We were the last ones there. All the girls were sitting on the floor just chatting and drinking their drinks.

“Ok now that everyone is here, its time for the special ingredient for all your drinks.” And she pulled out a big bottle of vodka.

“None of us are old enough to drink though.” I said.

“No but we’re all 18 so we are adults so we might as well drink adult drinks. Don’t worry Elise we will all be ok.”

“Alright I guess you’re right.”

“This is going to be a great night!” exclaimed Erika.

“Your damn right it is.” Another girl said.

“Is it only girls tonight?” I asked.

“Yeah this is just girl time tonight. Plus, we are playing some crazy drinking games and we don’t want guys to be involved in those.”

“Good point.” I responded.

We all started to get to know each other and just chatted while getting drunk. Then it was time to party.

“Alright girls. I hope you’re not all too drunk yet because it time for DRINKING GAMES!!!!! CIRCLE UP BITCHES!!!!!” she basically screamed.

We all circled up.

“We have two games and they are in a specific order. First up is “Never have I ever”. It goes like this. You say something you’ve never done and if someone has done it they drink. Get it?”

“We got it.” We answered in unison.

We started and there were some really simple ones and some people were drinking. When we were all a little bit drunker that’s when the weird ones came out.

“Never have I ever had sex.” I said and they all drank except Erika.

Next was Erika. She thought about for a second and what she said shocked me to my core.

“Never have I ever kissed a girl.” Grace and I were the only ones who drank. I didn’t know Grace was bisexual or lesbian. Maybe it was from another drinking game or a dare. Anyways, I knew I had to be Erika’s first kiss from a girl.

We played a few more rounds and then Grace called it.

“That’s it. Time for the next game. I know this might be weird but we’re all drunk enough for it to not be. Spin the bottle.”

YES YES YES!!! This is perfect I thought. I might be able to kiss Erika and she would never suspect anything because of the game.

“Erika you’re up first!”

She spinned. Please be me! Please be me! But sadly it landed on a girl named Charlotte across the room. They kissed for about 3 seconds and then broke the kiss.

“Guess I have kissed a girl now.” And we all laughed.

“Your turn Elise.” Please be Erika I said in my head over and over as it spinned. I thought it was about to land on her but it spinned past her and landed on Grace.

“FUCK ME” I screamed in my head.

“Scoot over here girl!” she said slyly to me.

I moved over to her and gave her a quick kiss.

Everyone started to say, “WHOAH NO NO NO.”

“What did I do? I kissed her!”

“For less than a second. New rule. Has to be for 3 seconds at least but it can be longer if you’re both feelin’ it.” Said Grace.

“Ok fine. Rules are rules.”

I kissed her again but this time it felt different. I felt something awaken inside me. Before I could define it the kiss was over. Was I attracted to Grace?

It went around the circle and went back to Erika. I had butterflies. It was spinning and spinning and spinning and I couldn’t believe my luck when it landed on me.

I was literally jumping for joy in my head. I was only hoping that she was feeling it like I was and we could just kiss forever.

We leaned it and kissed. Her kiss was intoxicating. This time I could identify the feelings I felt with Grace but it was overwhelmingly stronger with Erika. It was love. I was fully in love with my own roommate Erika. When our 3 seconds were up she tried to pull away but I didn’t let her and I wanted it to last so much longer. Then she pulled away harder and we broke the kiss.

“Sorry Elise I’m just not feeling it like you.”

An uncomfortable silence filled the room.

“That’s ok.”

I was heart broken.

Next was Grace. She spun the bottle and it landed on Erika.

Apparently, Erika was feeling it with Grace because after the 3 seconds were up, they didn’t stop.

My heart shattered. The girl of my dreams was making out with my friend. I wanted the kiss to last longer but she chose Grace over me.

So we just continued to play the game without the two of them. I think I kissed everyone else in the room.

Finally, they stopped kissing.

“That concludes our night guys. Thanks for coming. Hopefully we can do this again soon!!!”

“Thanks Grace. Ready to leave Erika?” I asked.

“Nah thanks. I going to stay for a while and hangout with Grace.”

“Oh ok.” I said. As I left I could see they started to kiss again.

When I got back to the room, I cried. And when Erika didn’t come back, I knew what had happened. She and Grace were still kissing and probably more. I was finally able to cry myself to sleep with a broken heart.

—The Next Day—

I woke up and was alone in my room. I saw a text from Erika saying she and Grace were getting breakfast off campus and that I shouldn’t wait up for her. I went to the dining hall and got my own breakfast alone. That’s how I felt after last night…completely alone.

After I went to class, I got back to the room and there was Erika and Grace sitting and talking on her bed. I got the signal from Erika to leave. We made up a signal to leave in case we wanted to be alone with a guy (or a girl in this case) so I said I’m going to the library to study. I knew why she wanted to be alone. I’m not stupid but I just didn’t want to accept it.

I tried to go to the library and study but I just couldn’t focus. A little while later Erika texted me and told me it was ok to come back. She had to go to class.

When I got back her bed was all messy. My suspicions were true. It smelled like sex. My world literally shattered.

Instead of feeling sad, I used it to my advantage. Since Erika was in class and it still smelled like sex, I should masturbate thinking about Erika.

I striped off my clothes and thought about Erika eating out Grace with slow circles on my clit. Then I thought about Grace eating out Erika and I sped up and not long after I exploded as my orgasm hit me. Strongest of my life.

After that, it was a normal routine. I was asked to leave, then when I was alone, I would masturbate thinking about the two of them together. It was perfect but that only lasted for a month or two. I still wanted more. Then, like a god send, a perfect opportunity presented itself.

I was alone in my room doing homework. There was a knock at the door. It was Grace.

“Hey Grace. Looking for Erika? She isn’t here. She has a study group for the next 2 hours but that was about an hour ago, so she won’t be too much longer. You’re welcome to come in and wait.”

“Ok that sounds great. Thanks!”

I did homework for a little bit but then I had to speak up.

“Ok I can’t take it anymore. I felt something when we kissed.”

The look on her face was a mixture of shock and acceptance.

She stepped closer to me.

“Me too. It was like we were meant to kiss.”

And like magnets meeting, we kissed again. I felt strong electricity flowing between us and that feeling from our first kiss again, but it was so much stronger this time.

I pulled away.

“This is wrong. You’re with Erika.”

“She doesn’t have to know and plus we aren’t a thing. We are just friends with benefits. Plus, you said 2 hours right?”

“Yeah, but like I said, that was over an hour ago. She’ll probably be done in 30 minutes.

“Then let’s do something about these feelings right here right now. You with me?”

I couldn’t say no. Also, I did have feelings for Grace as well. But my true feelings were for Erika but Grace’s offer was too good to pass up.

“Alright but I’m a little nervous. I’ve never done more than kiss a girl before so go easy on me.”

“You’re going to love it don’t worry!” she assured me.

Our lips met again but it was more intense than before. It’s like they were glued together. They would not even separate when we moved to my bed. Before I knew it, we were full on making out on my bed.

Our lips and bodies were connected through electricity like a circuit flowing through us. It shot up my spine and surged all throughout my body.

“You ready?” she asked in a soft tone.

“Yes.” I said just above a whisper.

“Alright. Just sit back and relax.” Keeping her soft tone.

I closed my eyes. I felt light soft kisses on my neck and that made me shiver. As she moved down, they got harder. Before I knew it, she was hardcore sucking on my neck.

Next, she slowly lifted up my top and threw it to the side. She was marveled at my tits. Her eyes were super wide.

“Wow I love your tits. Why would you hide these?” she asked with a hint of humor.

“Well, apparently, I don’t need to anymore around you.” I said with a chuckle.

She starting sucking on my tits and that made me lightly clench my bed sheets. I didn’t know it could feel so good. She sucked my nipple into her mouth and flicked it around with her tongue. Then she would release it and do it again. I was trying so hard to not moan so no one would hear us. I grabbed my pillow and put it over my mouth. Then she moved on to my second nipple and repeated the process. It was a feeling like nothing else.

Then she gave slow kisses on my skin down my chest to my stomach until she made it to my soaking wet pussy. She slowly removed my panties and threw them on the floor.

“You ready?”

I took a deep breath.

“I’m ready.”

“Good because it wasn’t even a question.” She said with joking intent and she gave me that smile that I saw the first day I met her. A smile filled with happiness and love. That is how I know she could not and would not ever hurt me. Also, she could see in my eyes that I was ready and then I closed them.

I waited and waited and waited and it felt like an eternity. Then it hit me like a freight train. With one long steady lick up my pussy, I almost came but I held it back. I clenched my bed sheets harder to contain the feelings. I wanted it to last as long as possible. She went to work but went slowly as she knew it was my first time. She kept doing long and steady licks to warm me up. Then she moved up to my clit and did slow circles around it. Then she started to suck on it, and I clenched harder and bit my tongue.

Then, her grand finale; She plunged her tongue deep inside me and I came…hard! My legs got stiff and were shaking as I moaned and screamed into my pillow, but she didn’t stop. She was giving me orgasm after orgasm and she only stopped when I pushed her head away. I finally came back down to earth from my orgasmic high.

I never knew I could feel this good, relaxed, and, to be honest, whole. This was so much better than what I did by myself. That was to fill an empty void with nothingness and loneliness. When I did it myself it felt like water cascading over me like a shower, but this was like a waterfall crashing down on me with incredible force.

When I finally had the strength to open my eyes, there she was. Grace herself lying right next to me.

“Well? What did you think?”

I smiled with pure joy and bliss. “Un-fucking-believable. How do you know how to do this?”

“Oh silly Elise. I’m bisexual. I’ve had many girlfriends. After all these years going back to high school and you never knew? I introduced some of them to you and said ‘girlfriend’.”

“But that’s what all girls say when they introduce a friend like ‘Hey girlfriend what’s up!’ But now the whole Erika thing makes sense. At first I thought it was just because of the party and the alcohol or a friends with benefits thing but it all makes sense now.”

“Well, now you know. How long until Erika gets back?”

“I would say any minute now, so you need to leave immediately.”

“Ok. Remember, this stays between us. Maybe if you keep your promise we can do it again so you can return the favor!” she said with a coy smile on her face.

“Will do. I got to get back to homework. See you later Grace!”

“See ya Elise!”

She closed the door and left. As soon as she left I opened a window to air out the room. Erika can never know about this. We have the whole year together and I don’t want to betray her trust in the first month.

The whole rest of the day I couldn’t concentrate. It was even worse when Erika came back. I couldn’t even make eye contact with her. I felt so guilty.

“Hey Elise. What have you been up to?”

“Just homework and stuff. The usual.”

“Ok cool. I’m going to Grace’s. Wanna come?”

“Nah I got work to do but thanks for the invite.”

“Ok. Don’t work too hard. Remember, work hard, play hard.”

“Ok. Maybe I’ll stop by later.”

“There you go! See you soon.” And she closed the door and left.

Phew she didn’t know.

Grace and I continued to have sex. Whenever Erika was out, we would meet in her room or mine and just fuck. Friends with benefits just like Grace and Erika except with Grace and I there were no feelings. It was just plain sex.

But it was hard. I still had strong feelings for Erika. After about 5 months of Grace and me I knew it was time. I had to tell Erika how I felt. I had only imagined it before, but I had to know what it really felt like. I really couldn’t take it anymore. It was literally eating away at me inside. I felt like I was going to explode. She had to know.

I had the perfect opportunity. Erika and I were alone in our room after a pep rally and I knew Grace couldn’t interrupt us because she was out of town. I took a deep breath and turned around and faced Erika who was sitting on her bed.

My god she looked beautiful. Her silky hair cascading and ending at her shoulders, he perfect lips just needing to be kissed, he piercing blue eyes, and her perfect figure.

“Hey Erika. Can we talk?”

“Sure Elise what’s up?”

“Well this is hard to say so bear with me as I struggle through this.”

“Take your time I’ve got nowhere to be.”

“Ok thanks. Listen, the things I’ve been going through recently has made my life a little rough. I’ve met a lot of people, boys and girls, and some I’m friends with but no one I’ve had a deep connection with. No one seemed right for me and what I’m looking for is a deep emotional relationship. I personally think, the best things, the richest things, aren’t supposed to come easily. And sometimes the things that make the most sense make sense when everything else doesn’t. The thing is though, I’ve already found they special someone. All they have to do is say yes.” I said as I poured my heart out to her.

“Really? Who is it? Maybe I can help you. I promise I won’t tell.”

I just looked down at the floor and then back up to her eyes. I saw her smile turn to quivering lips as she started to tear up as she ran out of the room.

I felt terrible. I just made my roommate and best friend cry. I just laid back on my bed and started to cry myself. I’m pretty sure I just destroyed our friendship. I didn’t even know if she would come back. Seconds turned to minutes that turned to hours and soon it was nighttime. What if she never came back? How could I go on without her?

Right before I went to bed there was a knock at my door. I flew towards the door and Grace was there. My heart sank.

“Hey Elise. Do you know where Erika is? I’ve been trying to reach her all day and I can’t find her anywhere.”

“Nope. She left my room around noon and hasn’t come back since. Wait, I think I know where she is!”

“Awesome. Let me come with you.”

“No, I need to go alone. There is something we need to talk about alone.”

There is a statue at the top of the hill that overlooks the entire campus. We walked up there one day and said its really pretty and a great place to go when you need to be alone and get some peace and quiet since it’s a pretty long hike. I grabbed my flashlight and headed out.

Half and hour later I finally reached the top of the hill and there sitting below the statue looking out over the campus was Erika.

I walked up next to her.

“Hey Erika. Can I sit here?”

No answer.

“I’m going to anyways.” And I sat down next to her.

We both sat there in silence for about 5 minutes before I decided to speak up.

“Listen Erika I’m sorry. I meant everything I said and I fell in love the moment you stepped into our room.”

“Elise stop.” She whispered.

“I had these feeling for a while and I didn’t know how long I could keep them in.”

“Stop!!!” she basically screamed.

I sat there in silence.

“Do you know what you have put me through these past couple of hours? I have cried 5 times in the past 5 hours. I keep thinking how this could have happened. I didn’t send any mixed signals or drop any hints or anything so I don’t know how this could happen.”

“I didn’t say you liked me. I said I love you. It was nothing you did. It’s how I feel.”

“Leave me be right now. I’ll come back and talk to you when I’m ready.”

“Ok if that’s what you want.” I said and I headed back down to our room.

I couldn’t help but think about what I put her through. I never meant to hurt her. I just wanted to tell how I felt and hopefully she would have felt the same way.

At about 3:00 am, Erika came back.

“Listen, I have thought about this and I have a proposition for you. If we have sex once, let me be clear ONCE, will you be satisfied and let this whole thing go?”

I was jaw dropped at this proposition.

“Yes yes yessss!!! I will let this go and we will put it all behind us. Just one time.”

“Just one time.” She said with a slight excitement in her voice.

“How do you want to do this Elise?”

I leapt towards her and placed a kiss on her soft perfect lips that have been taunting me for so long. It was even better than I could have ever expected. It was like our lips were melted together by lust.

I started to take off her shirt and she lifted her arms to let me do it. She took mine off as well it is felt like a dream and I didn’t want it to end.

We slowly stumbled our way to my bed careful not to break our lustful kiss and we made it and the kiss became more passionate and intense. I could literally feel the lustful energy coursing throughout my entire body. It was like I was on fire and I think our lips were because even when we started to take our bras off, they were fused together and unbreakable. We kissed like that for hours.

The fusing of our numb lips broke.

“I can’t feel my lips.” I said.

“I guess it is true that you can kiss so much that you can no longer feel the kisses haha.” She said while chuckling.

“Should we press pause and eat something, so we have energy for phase 2?” she asked.

“No fucking way we’ve come too far. I don’t want you to change your mind.”

I pushed her back on the bed and started to suck on her neck getting a soft moan from my true love. The harder I sucked the louder the moans got. Then I started to nibble and that really got her going.

“You have to be quiet! It’s only 6:00 am. People are still sleeping.” And I shoved a pillow over her face, but I was still proud that I was causing moans so loud that we had to use a pillow to stifle them.

Then the moment I had been waiting for. I moved down to her perfect, perky breasts that I have only seen a couple times and now I get to suck on them? Is this a dream? Is this really happening? I snapped out and it and thought I should get to work.

I moved to her first nipple and sucked it into my mouth. She kept moaning to tell me I was doing a good job. I kept sucking and licking her nipple to warm her up and her skin was so soft I could have licked forever.

I slowly released my mouth from her nipple, and I knew it was time. I slowly placed soft kisses down her body down to her wet pussy. I slowly peeled off her panties. Her pussy was dripping wet and smell was intoxicating making my mind all fuzzy and my vision blurry.

I finally knew I could do this. I placed one long lick up her pussy coating my tongue with her juices. My god I thought I was going to faint she tasted so amazing. She moaned to tell me she approved.

I kept on thinking it was a dream and I was going to wake up, but I kept licking to know I was not dreaming. This was real. This was reality. I never thought this would happen, but it’s happening.

I kept doing slow licks to not make her cum too fast. I knew it would happen only once, so I needed it to last as long as possible. Her moans were telling me to keep going. I knew it couldn’t wait so I moved up to her clit. I could feel she needed to cum.

So, I sucked super hard on clit. She moaned and arched her back. I knew I was doing a good job. I kept sucking and licking and so I shoved a finger in and that really got her going. I could feel her tensing up, so I knew she was close. I knew it was finally time for her to cum. So, I replaced my finger with my tongue and shoved my tongue in as far and I could, and she exploded and literally screamed and luckily the pillow did its job to make it quieter as it was 6:00 am. She was squirming and shaking, and I knew she was enjoying herself. I held her close to calm her down. She finally stopped shaking and opened her eyes and she looked up at me.

“Wow. Oh my gosh. I passed out. That was hands down the best orgasm I’ve ever had. Thank you.” She said above a whisper.

“You’re welcome sweetheart. I think you need to hold up your end of the bargain now.”

“I guess you’re right. Remember one time and that’s it.” She reminded me.

“One time.” I said with a smile.

“Ok.” She smiled.

She slowly laid me back.

“Put this pillow over your mouth. I’ve known to cause some pretty loud moans. Just ask Grace.” She said with a smile.

“As you wish my dear.” And I put the pillow over my mouth.

With the pillow over my face I couldn’t see, and I couldn’t tell what was taking so long.

I took the pillow off my face and there was Erika shaking with fear.

“Are you ok?” I said as I hugged her.

“I need to be honest. When you just made love to me, I actually felt something. It was feelings for you, and I have the fear that if I start this with you, I won’t be able to stop. I said one time but if I go further with you, I know for a fact the feelings will get stronger and that won’t end well.”

“What’s wrong with that? That’s what we both want. To keep this going. I don’t see anything wrong with that.”

“We are roommates and we spend a huge amount of time together. Every time we are together, I won’t be able to control myself. I’ll always want to have sex and that’s not healthy. I will miss study groups and classes just to be with you.” She said with tears forming with her eyes.

“How about this. We save sex for the weekends. After homework and all work is done, we can spend intimate time together. How does that sound?” I asked. I didn’t want to lose this, so I had to compromise.

She took a deep breath. “Ok. Let’s try it.”

I felt like I was about to scream but I didn’t want to not freak her out so I held it in.

“Yay! Thanks!”

“Do you still want me to satisfy your needs?”

“Yes please.”

That is when I had the best sex of my entire life. I had at least 4 orgasms. I fainted and she just kept going. She wanted to be sure I was satisfied. And I have to say I was more than satisfied.

“So how do you feel?” she asked lying next to me.

“Dead and completely satisfied. I hope this is something that will continue.” I replied but then something hit me. I was also sleeping with Grace, so I had to hide each relationship from each other. I had to juggle these two girls and they couldn’t figure out about each other.

As I kept thinking about it, I knew I had to drop one of them. But who? Erika was my true love and I knew she wanted this. But Grace, oh Grace was just amazing, and we could sleep together not just on the weekends. I knew I had to choose. Have limited sex with my true love, or endless sex with someone who is amazing. I was really in a pickle.

–A Week Later–

I took a week to think about it and I made my decision. I had to go with Erika. But I wanted one more sexual encounter with Grace so when Erika left for her class, I invited Grace over.

“Hey Grace.”

“Hey sexy thing. You ready to do this?”

“Yeah just one more thing. This has to be a last time for us. I’m getting really busy and I don’t think I can keep up with someone as sexually active as you.” I lied to her. I had to come up with something to make sure we couldn’t continue this.

She looked down and then looked up.

“Are you being serious? This is about to end?”

“Yes, I’m so sorry but we get to have sex one more time. Let’s make it a good one.”

“Ok fine.”

And we made love for over an hour.

While we were laying there naked and free the door opened and there was Erika. Her face only showed one emotion; shock.

“Ok Erika I can explain.”

“No need. This has always been a fantasy of mine. Let’s all have sex together.”

And we did. We swapped eating each other out and sucking on each other’s nipples and we had orgasmic bliss until the sun set over that beautiful day.

“Girls, this has been amazing. Let’s make this a normal thing. What do you girls think?”

“For sure!” they both said in unison.

“Ok. Let’s sleep.”

And we did and I no longer needed to dream about either Erika or Grace because I finally got what I always wanted in room 268.

The End.

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Keily is eager to show her sister her futa-cock and breed her even if she’s in the middle of class!

The Futa Fairy – Futa Forbidden Wish
Chapter Two: Keily’s Futa Menage
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

“I am a futa!”

My exuberant scream echoed through the halls of Washington College, my school. My shoes smacked on the linoleum as my new futa-dick bounced before me. The fleshy shaft thrust from below my skirt, bunched around my waist, and my above tights, bunched around my upper thighs. Precum flicked from the tip as I raced forward, my heart beating with such excitement.

“The futa-fairy gave me a gift!” I howled. “It’s amazing!”

I darted past classes in session, students oblivious to the fact that I was now awesome. I shuddered, my pussy on fire, my auburn pigtails dancing behind me as I ran with all my effort towards my destination: my older sister’s class.

She wasn’t the only futa in the family. Of course, she was a futa at night while I was a futa at day thanks to a bunch of complicated magic stuff. But that didn’t really matter. I could fuck her now. Breed her!

“We’ll both be pregnant!” I howled. “Because I’m a futa, too!”

My words echoed back at me as I hit the stairs, taking them too at a time. My cock really bounced now, smacking up into my bunched up skirts. I gripped it, groaning at the strain on my new dick transformed from my little clit.

I savored the throbbing warmth of my thick cock in my hand. Long and wide. I finally had something developed about me. Even though I just turned nineteen, I had no tits, just little budding mounds. My hips were slim, my body short. I was only 5’0” because of my shoes. But now I had a futa-dick as big as they could come.

My sister would squeal on it.

Such breathless excitement to reach Deidre and show her my amazing futa-gift surged through me. I reached the second floor, hesitating for just a moment. Mr. Yancy’s class lay to the…right.

I darted in that direction, stroking my dick as I hustled through the halls. My cock ached and throbbed. I smeared precum down my shaft. The tip throbbed whenever I brushed it. So sensitive, like my clit times a million-billion.

I rubbed my thumb across the spongy crown, squealed my delight.

“I love being a futa!”

I found Mr. Yancy’s classroom and ripped open the door. I burst in. All the girls lifted their heads from their textbooks, glancing at me. Their eyes widened with surprise at the sight of my petite body sporting a huge futa-dick.

“And so you can see how when we plug cosine into the value for X,” droned Mr. Yancy, not even aware of my intrusion.

I loved futa-fairy magic!

“Deidre, I’m a futa!” I shouted, spotting my sister sitting in the back, her fiery hair framing her freckled face, her blue eyes widening in shock as she stared at me. I darted down the side of the classroom, the girls turning their heads to stare at me. “Look, look!”

I stopped before my sister’s desk, shaking my futa-dick at her.

“Isn’t it so awesome!”

“Holy shit, Deidre,” she said, staring at it. “You… It was the other one, right? Not Leanan Sidhe?”

I nodded my head. “And B said we’d breed each other. That we’d both be pregnant together. You’re going to have my baby, and I’m going to have yours! Isn’t that so awesome?”

I trembled, waiting for my sister’s enthusiasm as she stared at my dick. A nervous twinge washed through me as she didn’t immediately cheer for joy. I licked my lips, her blue eyes wide, her face looked like a guy who just got kicked in the balls.

And then she moaned, “Yes!”

My sister seized my face with her eager hands. She gripped me, pulling me down towards a kiss. Her mouth planted on mine. She thrust her tongue into my mouth. I shuddered, closing my eyes, melting into our incestuous kiss. Our tongues fenced, caressed.

My futa-dick throbbed, my pussy aching.

“That is so hot,” moaned Rosa, a Hispanic girl sitting nearby. “Like watching Lana kiss her mother.”

“Yes,” Lana Teller moaned from nearby. “Ooh, Mom and I love kissing after we’ve blown Cassie.”

I giggled, breaking the kiss. Everyone knew that Lana and her hot, MILF mother dated Cassie, one of the futa-cheerleaders. Lana’s mom dumped her loser husband for the hot futa next door, and Lana joined the fun.

I heard their slumber parties can be wild.

“Wow,” my sister said, grabbing my dick. “You are hung, little sis. This is awesome.”

I nodded. “Math is boring. Let’s fuck.”

“Oh, yes, you have to fuck your little sister,” Lana moaned. “Two futas in the family. Your mother will be so lucky.”

I grinned. Our mother regularly joined my sister and me in bed. It was so hot sharing our mother with each other. I couldn’t wait to fuck her, too. Ooh, we’d have to pull a surprise, give her quite a shock like the time she caught us fucking on the couch during movie night.

“Yes, I need this cock in me,” Deidre moaned and kissed me again.

And then our hands were attacking each other’s clothing. The boys kept listening to their math teacher’s dumb lecture, unaware two hot girls, one a sexy futa, were stripping naked and about to fuck. My pussy dripped juices as my sweater came off, rubbing on my little nipples. Deidre cupped my small breasts, giving them a squeeze before reaching for my skirt.

I pulled her sweater off, pressing my face into her round breasts. I loved the feel of her silky tits rubbing on my cheeks. I breathed in her scent, smelling so sweet. I kissed and nuzzled, our hands shoving down our skirts and tights. I groaned, my dick bending as my sister hauled off my skirt. Then my shaft sprang free, hurtled upward, and smacked right into her pussy covered by her downy pubic hair.

“Keily!” gasped my sister, rubbing her hot cunt on my dick.

My first pussy. It was so right that it belonged to my sister. I loved her so much. Yes, we had fun with other futas and girls, even our mother, but our hearts belonged to each other. Ever since she took my cherry, maybe even before then, I’d loved her. And she loved me.

I found her nipple, sucking on it as I wiggled my hips, fucking my cock along her wet pussy. Her silky pubic hair tickled my shaft, her juices smearing over it. I groaned, my hands gripping her now naked ass. I mewled on her nub, pleasure rippling through me.

“Keily, what a naughty little sister. And you’re so hung. Mmm, we’re going to have so much fun.”

I only moaned around her nipple, not wanting to let go.

“This is so hot,” Rosa purred. “Ooh, Lana, yes, finger my twat.”

“Better than math,” Lana laughed.

Other girls moaned their agreement.

I just shuddered, Juices dripping down my thighs. The delicious slide of my dick against my sister’s hot snatch, her thighs pressing tight around my girth, sent pleasure rippling through my pussy. I groaned, the ache building at the tip of my dick.

Then Deidre backed away. She grabbed me, her pussy slipping away from my dick, and pushed me back down onto her desk. She ripped off my tights bunched around my ankles and spread my thighs apart. She licked her lips, leaning in a and gasping.

“There’s cum dribbling out of your asshole!” Deidre arched an eyebrow.

“I think someone has Ms. Marcie right now,” moaned Lana. “Ooh, Rosa, yes, I like that. Keep massaging my clit.”

“Yep,” I nodded. “That’s my futa-teacher’s spunk. She fucked me so hard I passed out and met the futa-fairy.”

“Wicked,” my sister moaned. Then she leaned in and nuzzled between my butt-cheeks. I groaned, her hands pushing up my legs so she could get in there easier. She lapped through my butt-crack, gathering the futa-spunk. “Ooh, yes, lick my asshole.”

She did, swiping her tongue across my sphincter, gathering the futa-jizz staining my bowels. Then she climbed up through my crack, past my taint, and dove through the folds of my pussy. I squealed, my dick twitching and bobbing before me as the rapture surged through me.

Then she dove back into my butt-crack, gathering more of the cum leaking out of me. My toes curled as my feet waved in the air. I groaned, spotting Rosa and Lana fingering each other, both licking their lips as they watched.

My sister’s tongue dragged up through my pussy again. She teased my folds. But this time she didn’t stop. She reached my cock and kept climbing. I shuddered, my eyes rolling back into my head as she rose and rose.

My dick twitched.

“Deidre!” I moaned.

Her silky, fiery hair spilled about my stomach as she journeyed for the tip. I gasped when she reached it. Her tongue fluttered around it, stroking my new, sensitive crown. Pleasure shot down my cock to my pussy. My snatch and asshole both clenched, forcing out more cum from my bowels.

I bucked and spasmed, believing this couldn’t get better. And then she engulfed my dick. Ms. Marcie sucked my cock when it first sprouted, but I was still coming out of the rapture of my dream, of growing a dick, to fully comprehend what I experienced.

Now I did.

My sister’s mouth locked about my dick. She sucked hard. My body bucked. My pussy boiled. Pleasure surged through me. Her suction reached down into my pussy, touching two aching points inside of me.

My ovaries.

“Deidre!” I squealed at the top of my voice. “Oh, my god, that’s amazing. You’re sucking my futa-dick.”
“She is,” moaned Lana. “Ooh, I love sucking Cassie’s.”

“Me, too,” groaned Rosa. “Damn, Keily, your cock looks so huge on you.”

“She’s so tiny.”

I just moaned, shuddering on the desk, my pigtails swaying behind me. My sister sucked and bobbed her mouth. She loved my cock. Her blue eyes stared up at me, burning with such rapture as she bobbed her mouth. She twisted her mouth, stirring her dick around in her mouth, rubbing the tip on the roof, against her cheeks. Her tongue danced and caressed.

Everything she did made my ovaries ache more. The futa-cum wanted to escape, to flood her mouth and drown her in girl-jizz. I wanted that so badly, too. I ached for it. I trembled, whimpering as the pleasure surged through me.

“Deidre!” I moaned, my small tits jiggling. “I’m going to cum!”

She sucked harder, bobbing her mouth. Her blue eyes stared up at me, twinkling with her desire. I shuddered, my pussy clenching. All the eyes on me, watching me tremble and gasp. Pleasure rippled through my nineteen-year-old body.

“Yes!” I howled and came.

“Flood her mouth, Keily!” Lana moaned.

Jizz spurted hot from my dick. Every blast sent a spasm of rapture through my body. The desk creaked as I bucked and twitched. My pussy spasmed. Juices flooded out of my snatch, staining my thighs as ecstasy drowned my mind. Two different delights all firing at the same time, engulfing my mind in rapture.

I loved it. I hugged the pleasure to me, embracing it as I bucked and spasmed on the desk. Such wondrous delight washed through me. The powerful eruptions from my cock, so much more immediate than the rapture I was familiar with.

My eyes fluttered. I groaned. “Deidre!”

The final spasm racked my body as the last spurt of cum flooded her mouth. She pulled her mouth off my girl-cock, opening wide. My pearly futa-jizz swam around her pink tongue. She swirled it around, arching eyebrows.

I sat up on the desk, seizing my sister’s face, and planted a hot kiss on the mouth. My tongue dove into her mouth, tasting the salt of my girl-cum for the first time. My body quivered, still trembling from my orgasm, as I savored my taste. Such a delicious flavor. I swirled it through my mouth, an ambrosia that had me trembling and groaning.

Our tongues caressed each other. I shivered, my heart thudding in my chest as we snowballed the jizz back and forth. It coated my tongue in salty goodness. I trembled, my pussy burning with the excitement of our kiss.

Then she broke it, grinning at me. “Well, sis, you loved that.”

“So much,” I groaned, panting. “Ooh, that was awesome. I can’t believe you held all that cum in your mouth.”

“It’s so good.” she said then stood up. She backed up to Lana’s desk, empty since its owner and Rosa shuddered nearby, cumming on each other’s fingers. My sister hopped onto the desk, spreading her thighs. A bright bush, soaked with her juices, waited. “But I need cum right here.”

She pointed at her pussy.

“I need to be bred by my little futa-sister!”

A great cheer rose through the watching girls. Someone smacked my ass as I hopped off the desk. I grinned, heading forward, my cock bobbing before me. I trembled, so eager to be in my sister. For the next few weeks, we were both nineteen. Soon, she’d be twenty, truly older than me again. But right now I felt her equal.

My sister grabbed my cock, stroking it with her fingers. Her round breasts heaved, her nipples so pink and hard. I licked my lips, trembling. This was truly happening. My passionate wish come true, granted by the futa-fairy.

Thank you, B.

“Mmm, I want this cock in me,” Deidre purred. “My little sister is hung.”

“She’s going to stretch out your pussy,” Lana moaned.

“Fuck your big sis,” Rosa said. “Get that cock buried in her twat right now. She needs it.”

“So badly,” Deidre moaned. “Look at how wet I am.”

“So wet,” I grinned, proud that I drove my sister wild with passion. Now she dripped with it. I shivered, approaching her.

I rubbed my cock into her pussy. I slid it up and down her slit. I groaned, the pleasure rippling through me. I savored the silky heat of her flesh. Her pubic hair tickled me. Wet pussy lips beckoned, begging for my dick to penetrate them.

For my first taste of a girl’s pussy.

“You’ll love it,” Deidre beamed.

“I will!” I beamed and thrust.

My eyes widened as my cock buried into my sister’s pussy in a single thrust. My crotch smacked into hers as her snatch engulfed my dick. Pleasure shot down my cock. I buried into a silky, hot, wet paradise. My body shuddered, a moan rising out of my throat.

“I think she likes it,” giggled Lana.

“Oh, yes,” Rosa purred. “That is a look of pure rapture. Ooh, I wish I were a futa. I want that rapture.”

“It’s awesome!” I groaned, my dick twitching in her pussy. Her sheath rippled around me as she twitched, her breasts bobbing.

“And you feel amazing in me,” my sister smiled, licking her lips. “So what are you waiting on? Fuck me, little sis.”

I cupped her round breasts, squeezing them, and moaned, “Yes!”

The girls cheered again, drowning out Mr. Yancy droning on about boring stuff. This was far more important. Hot pussy wrapped around my girl-dick. My sister’s hot pussy. I shuddered, my hips drawing back my cock, sliding through her tight depths.

Rapture washed through me. I groaned, my pussy clenching and my toes curling. Juices flooded down my sides as I savored this amazing feeling. I loved it. My dick’s tip drank in the silky caresses of her cunt, her juices glistening on the shaft.

My fingers dug into her firm tits as I thrust forward. The desk creaked. My sister groaned, her thighs wrapping about my waist. She gripped me, whimpering in delight as she enjoyed my futa-dick in her.

“Oh, god, Keily,” gasped Deidre, her voice so throaty. “I never imagined you’d have a dick. It’s awesome. I love you so much.”

“I love you, too,” I panted, drawing back my hips, my cock sliding through her pussy. I thrust. “You’re the best.”

She grinned at me. “Mmm, and things are about to get even hotter.”

I had no idea what she meant until I drew back my hips again. Something brushed my ass. It felt like a…

“Ms. Marcie!” I gasped as a futa-dick pressed between my butt-cheeks, following my thrust forward as I buried into my sister’s twat.”

“Mmm, yes,” she groaned. “I’ve been observing. You think you can run out on my class with that beautiful cock and I wouldn’t follow.”

I drew back my hips, my futa-teacher’s dick pressing on my puckered asshole again. I groaned, my sphincter widening, swallowing her cock as I pulled out of my sister’s cunt. I shuddered, being filled. My bowels stretched around her dick.

Hot pleasure flowed out of my asshole into my pussy and then into girl-dick. I gasped, thrusting forward. As I fucked my sister’s pussy, I fucked my asshole up and down my futa-teacher’s dick. She hugged me, her large tits rubbing on my shoulder blades, her nipples so hard. I worked my asshole up and down her shaft as I pumped away at my sister’s incestuous twat.

“That is so hot!” Lana moaned. “Like watching Cassie and Kimmie performing during a game.”

“Oh, yes,” Rosa moaned. “Mmm, look at Keily’s cute ass just swallowing that monster cock.”

“It must be so hot,” Deidre moaned, her pussy clenching down my dick as I buried into her pussy.

“It feels so hot,” I whimpered, my bowels tightening on Ms. Marcie’s girl-cock as I slid my asshole down it. “Oh, wow.”

My teacher’s hands covered my small tits, massaging my little nipples. “Just keep fucking that sister. Breed her and we’ll all cum together.”

“Yes!” Deidre hissed. “Breed me.”

I groaned, my pussy and asshole both squeezing down. Juices flooded out of my cunt, the friction in my asshole growing hotter. The fire raging in my bowels met the heat pouring out of my cock as I fucked my sister’s wet furnace.

My head swayed. Dizzy delight rippled through me. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was. To fuck and be fucked. To have a dick spearing my asshole while I pumped away at my sister’s cunt. I groaned, the pressure building in my ovaries, boiled by the dual delights rippling through my body.

“I’m going to fire so much cum into you,” I moaned, squeezing my sister’s firm tits. “You’re going to be bred a dozen times. You’ll just keep getting pregnant.”

“I love it!” she moaned, bucking her hips into my thrusts. Our flesh smacked together, her pussy growing so hot around my dick. The desk creaked, rocking as I fucked her hard.

“Ooh, yes, breed your sister,” moaned the futa-teacher.

And then she rammed her hips forward. I gasped, her crotch smacking into my ass and driving my cock hard into my sister’s pussy. Deidre yelped at the sudden intrusion. Her body bucked, rapture bursting out of her mouth.

My bowels clenched hard on my futa-teacher’s dick. She buried every inch of her girl-cock in me. As she withdrew, I followed her, pulling out of my sister’s pussy. I shuddered as she thrust again, driving me into my sister’s futa-pussy.

“Breed her!” the other girls cheered.

“Yes, yes, breed me,” moaned my sister. “I want to carry your baby, Keily. I want our daughters to grow up together! Grow up to be lovers!”

Her words hit me hard. I groaned, my entire body convulsing at the naughty idea. My eyes rolled back into my head. I groaned, thrusting so hard, ramming my girl-dick hard and fast into my sister’s pussy as Ms. Marcie fucked my asshole just as hard.

My bowels ached and throbbed, taking her big futa-dick reaming me. Pleasure shot from my asshole to the tip of my girl-cock, passing through my boiling pussy. Juices flooded down my thighs, coating my flesh in my enticement as my body drank in the two different sensations.

Fucking and being fucked. Amazing. I loved it.

“Yes, yes, yes, I’m going to breed my sister!” I screamed.

“Yes, you are,” panted Ms. Marcie. “B keeps her word. You’re going to fire your cum into your sister’s fertile depths. You’re going to plant a futa-baby in her womb. You’re both going to swell so round. Ooh, I can’t wait.”

“Me either,” gasped Deidre.

My sister’s pussy went wild about my plunging cock. She bucked and moaned, her body heaving on the desk, breasts jiggling before me. It rattled, her arms embracing it. My crotch smacked into hers as I plowed her cumming snatch. I grabbed her tits, holding them, loving their pliant feel.

Her twat massaged my cock, hungry for my futa-cum. My pussy clenched, dizzy delight shivering through me. Ms. Marcie plowed her shaft hard into my asshole, driving me so deep into my sister’s convulsing sheath.

“Deidre!” I gasped, pinned to her by Ms. Marcie’s frantic thrusts. She plunged her dick in and out of my bowels so fast now, caught up in the lust. I bent over my sister, her pussy writhing about my dick, providing all the stimulation I needed. Our breasts brushed, our nipples kissing. “I love you!”

“Love you, baby sis!”

I came.

Rapture exploded through my body. My cum fired from my girl-dick into my sister’s pussy for the first time. But it wouldn’t be the last time. Not by a long shot. My eyes rolled back into my head. My body convulsed, swaying between my futa-teacher and my wonderful sister.

Her pussy sucked at my cock, pulling out all the girl-jizz from my ovaries. Each powerful eruption spasmed my body. Dizzy waves washed through my mind, caressing my thoughts with euphoric ecstasy. I squeaked and gasped, drinking it in, my bowels writhing about Ms. Marcie’s cock.

“Oh, yes, that’s so hot,” moaned my teacher. “A futa breeding her sister. I love it!”

She rammed her huge dick into my bowels. Hot friction burned through me, fueling another spurting orgasm. More fertile futa-seed flooded my sister’s cunt. And I knew right then and there I had bred her. That my cum had found its way to her womb.

Ms. Marcie erupted into my asshole. Her cum spurted into me, filling me for a second time this morning. Only I was a futa this time. I shivered, delighting in that as the pleasure rose to my brain. I drank it in.

“Oh, that is so hot!” Rosa panted.

“Uh-huh,” panted Lana. “Ooh, yes. Lick my fingers clean of your naughty juices.”

I blinked, my orgasm crashing down as the last spurt of jizz flooded my bowels. Lana and Rosa fed each other their fingers. Their tongues licked their own juices off of them. Other girls writhed in passion, some licking another’s pussies, others fingering cunts or assholes. One girl had her face buried between large, pillowy tits, frigging her own cunt as she reveled in them.

And the boys kept listening to the math lecture. One even asked a question, oblivious to the two girls kissing next to him.

I giggled, which turned into a groan as Ms. Marcie pulled her futa-dick out of my asshole. Her cum flooded out of my well-fucked sphincter, dribbling across my taint to my bush. Then it ran thick down my thighs.

“Mmm, your sister got my cock dirty, so you need to clean it off,” Ms. Marcie purred, walking around the desk, one hand grasping her futa-dick. She brandished it at Deidre. “Just suck it clean.”

“Yes, Ms. Marcie,” my sister purred, her cum-filled pussy squeezing on my dick.

I groaned, my futa-dick throbbing in her snatch as I watched. My sister leaned all the way back, hanging her head off the end of the desk. She opened her mouth wide and sucked on Ms. Marcie’s dick, cleaning off my sour musk. I shivered, licking my lips, wanting to feast myself.

Then I ripped my girl-cock out of my sister’s pussy and fell to my knees. I knew that only one sperm out of the millions I fired into her snatch were needed to fertilize her egg. So there was plenty of excess cum for me to enjoy.

Deidre squealed when I buried my face into her messy cunt. I lapped through her folds, enjoying her spicy musk mixed with my salty cum. Her cream and my girl-jizz coated my tongue, more dribbling down my chin. She writhed, her breasts jiggling before me.

“Mmm, yes, lick your sister clean,” purred Ms. Marcie, her large tits swaying as she enjoyed Deidre’s mouth. “It makes her moan so wickedly about my cock.”

“I’ll make her scream on your futa-cock, Ms. Marcie,” I promised and buried my face into my sister’s twat.

“Such a dear,” groaned the futa-teacher.

My tongue danced through my sister’s folds. I lapped up my jizz and her cream while she squirmed, her tits heaving. Her fiery bush tickled my lips and chins. I knew this twat so well. I’d eaten it so many times, whether she had her futa-cock or not, over the last six months.

I savored the incestuous thrill of loving my sister. Nothing made me happier.

My dick throbbed before me, aching for another cum, but I ignored it, concentrating on my sister’s twat. I licked and lapped up all my jizz I could find, then plunged into the depths of her snatch, searching for more of my salty treat.

“So who should suck her cock, and who gets to lick the futa-teacher’s cum out of her ass?” Lana asked.

“Dibs on her ass!” Rosa shouted.

“I’m fine with that,” Lana groaned.

I shivered as the two older girls, both sophomores like my sister, fell to their knees around me. Lana’s hot mouth engulfed the tip of my cock, tasting my sister’s spicy cream as she sucked hard. I groaned, my dick throbbing and aching. My asshole clenched, forcing out more of Ms. Marcie’s girl-cum.

Right into Rosa’s lapping mouth.

I groaned into my sister’s pussy, savoring the long, slow drag of Rosa’s tongue licking up from my pussy, through my taint, and into my butt-crack. She gathered Ms. Marcie’s futa-jizz on her way to my asshole.

When she reached it, I moaned into my sister’s spicy pussy. Rosa swirled her tongue about my asshole, lapping out the cum bubbling out of the depths of my bowels. I shuddered, my futa-dick throbbing in Lana’s mouth.

“Oh, my god, Deidre,” I moaned, my pussy clenching, juices dribbling down my thighs. “Having a futa-cock is awesome.”

My sister just moaned in agreement, mouth still wrapped about Ms. Marcie’s dick, cleaning me off that thick shaft.

“It is,” groaned Ms. Marcie. “I’m so thrilled B gifted you. Every girl in college’s going to be so jealous.”

“So jealous,” Rosa moaned before she plunged her tongue into my asshole.

I squeaked, my eyes widening. Her tongue swirled through my bowels, gathering more futa-cum. Rough delight rippled through my pussy and up my cock to the tip aching in Lana’s sucking mouth. The girl, her head tilted to the side, moaned about my girl-dick, bobbing her head. Hot, wet rapture swirled around my shaft.

I loved having a futa-dick.

Pleasure rippled through me. I groaned, my entire body shaking. Such wicked delight surged through me. My pussy tingled. And then Lana’s fingers found it. I shivered, three pleasures rippling through me as her delicate fingers probed into my pussy, sliding into my wet depths.

I squeezed down on them, moaning into my sister’s snatch. I thrust my tongue deep into Deidre’s cunt, my pussy tingling, my asshole aching, my dick throbbing. Lana and Rose drove me wild, stars dancing across my eyes as another orgasm built in me.

“Mmm, yes, lick your sister’s ass off my cock,” purred Ms. Marcie. “I’m going to give you a belly full of futa-cum.”

“Do it!” I moaned between licks of spicy cunt. “Flood her mouth. She always loves her own cum licked out of my pussy.”

“What futa doesn’t?” laughed Ms. Marcie.

“It’s awesome!” I panted, then I sucked on my sister’s clit.

Deidre squealed about my futa-teacher’s cock. Her hips wiggled. Her clit throbbed between my lips. I loved it. Her pubic hair tickled my cheeks. Her moans grew louder and louder. Then she let out a quivering moan.

Juices gushed from her cunt.

I loved making her squirt. I gulped down her juices, my dick throbbing, my pussy clenching on Lana’s fingers. Rosa swirled her tongue through my asshole, whipping such delight through me. I groaned, trembling, my body on the verge of erupting.

Then Lana curled her fingers. She rubbed along the top of my pussy wall, sucking so hard. My eyes widened as she found my G-spot. My head snapped back from my sister’s twat. I let out a moaning shudder, my cunt clenching on Lana’s fingers, my dick aching in her hungry mouth.

“You naughty slut!” I howled. And came in the older girl’s hungry mouth.

My bowels clenched on Rosa’s tongue, forcing more of my cum from deeper in my asshole. She sucked it out of me as I trembled. My pussy convulsed on Lana’s fingers as she assaulted my G-spot, sending wave after wave of rapture through my body.

But the real treat came from my cock.

It erupted.

“Shit!” I gasped. “Drink my cum, Lana! Drink it!”

I loved shouting that, so thrilled to finally be a futa. My girl-dick unloaded. Hot jizz spurted into Lana’s hungry mouth. She gulped it down, my juices flooding around her hand. I swayed on my knees, moaning, my body assaulted by triple raptures.

Rosa sucked on my asshole, drawing out all the cum. I quivered, my small tits shaking. My auburn pigtails danced about my shoulder. Every blast of my cock sent another wonderful spasm through my body. I groaned.

Girls cheered.

“That’s so hot.”

“I wish I was a futa.”

“Or that at least my sister was one.”

“If my mom was one, I’d be fucking her day and night!”

“Futas are so hot.”

“Make me a futa, Miss Fairy! Please!”

“Oh, god, yes,” Rosa moaned. “Mmm, you have a great ass, too, Keily.”

“And cum,” Lana panted after popping her mouth off my dick. “You and your sister really need to come to my slumber parties. Cassie would be thrilled to have you.”

“That sounds fun,” I panted, taking in deep breaths. “And your mom. Will she want me there?”

Lana laughed. “The three of us love sharing cuties like you.”

“Ooh, I need your cock in my ass now,” moaned my sister. “I want you in all my holes.”

“Now that does sound naughty,” purred Ms. Marcie. “But I have an idea that’s wild.”

“What?” I asked, rising.

“Two futa-cocks in her asshole. Officer Cindy and I’ve done it with our daughters’ pussies, but I’ve wondered about assholes.”

“Oh, my god,” moaned Deidre. “Yes, yes, yes, let’s try it.”

“That is so fucking wild,” groaned Lana.

“You’re thinking of having Cassie and Kimmie do it to you tonight during the slumber party,” Rosa panted.

“Aren’t you?”

The Hispanic girl nodded.

Ms. Marcie positioned us. She had my sister and I stretch out on the floor, my back pressed into Deidre’s. I hugged her, the tip of my dick nestled against her tight sphincter. I know she’s fucked Ms. Marcie before, so I knew she’s taken a futa-cock back here.

But two? I hoped it wouldn’t hurt her.

“You don’t have to do this,” I whispered.

“Oh, I want to,” she moaned. “It sounds so hot.”

Ms. Marcie nestled down on the other side of my sister, her big boobs pillowing together. She guided her cock between my sister’s thighs, her dick brushing mine. She had to come in at a weird angle, her legs entwined with mine, too, as we both pressed our dicks against my sister’s asshole.

“Ready?” she asked.

“Do it!” moaned my sister.

“Thrust!”

I obeyed my teacher. The pair of us both thrust at the same moment. Our two dicks, pressed tight together, pushed on my sister’s asshole. Deidre groaned, her body shivering, her asshole stretching and stretching and stretching.

Our two dicks popped into her bowels.

I shuddered, my eyes widening at the incredible delight, rough heat engulfing my dick. Her bowels pressed me tight against Ms. Marcie’s futa-cock. Our shafts plunged deeper and deeper, the friction intense, so velvety hot. My eyes fluttered. I whimpered, pressing my face into Deidre’s fiery hair, my nipples throbbing against her back.

“Oh, my god, you’re both in me!” my sister groaned, voice so throaty.

“Shit, her ass is swallowing their dicks,” panted Lana. “I wish Cassie could see this.”

“Uh-huh,” Rosa moaned.

The other girls murmured in awe. I looked up at them watching, smiling at the boy still listening to the math lecture, unaware that the hottest sex act in the world happened only a foot from him. I shivered, driving my dick deeper into my sister’s double-stuffed bowels.

“Oh, yes,” Ms. Marcie moaned. “Oh, this is an exquisite treat.”

“It is,” panted my sister. “Oh, you’re both in me. I’m stuffed so full. I love it.”

“Me, too,” I whimpered.

“Now we fuck her hard,” moaned Ms. Marcie.

I shuddered and groaned, nodding my head. Our cocks pumped through the hot, tight, velvety bowels, lubed by our precum flooding from our dicks. The incredible pressure of my sister’s bowels around us squeezed out far more precum than normal, letting our dicks piston in and out of her depths.

I shuddered, loving the sensation of Ms. Marcie’s dick sliding against mine. We both groaned and grunted, fucking my sister at different speeds. Our dicks worked past each other, our tips caressing as we plunged over and over into Deidre’s bowels.

“Shit, shit, shit!” my sister groaned, spasming between us. “This is so awesome. I’m stuffed with cocks!”

“You are,” I whined, thrusting harder, my dick aching, the pleasure shooting down my shaft to boil my pussy.

“Oh, yes, pound my asshole!” Deidre screamed and came.

Her bowels writhed about our plunging dicks. She clamped down on us, making her velvety tunnel even tighter. She crushed our futa-cocks together. And that made the pleasure exquisite. I moaned and gasped, thrusting so hard into her cumming asshole.

Ms. Marcie groaned, thrusting harder, her tits jiggling on the other side of my sister. I hugged Deidre, my nipples rubbing on her back, adding a touch of spice to the feast my dick enjoyed. I shivered, pussy clenching with every hard thrust.

“Cum in her ass!” Rosa moaned. “Flood her!”

“Yes, yes, yes,” howled my sister, lost to the rapture. She kept cumming, bucking and thrashing between us. “This is amazing!”

“It is,” panted Ms. Marcie.

I only whined my agreement, pounding my sister’s double-stuffed asshole. Rapture shuddered through me. My eyes rolled back into my head. The pressure grew and swelled in me. I groaned, Ms. Marcie’s futa-dick throbbing against mine.

Then I felt hot cum spilling around my cock. The futa-teacher screamed out as she came. She jammed her dick into my sister’s bowels. I pumped up and down her length, feeling every blast of her jizz firing into Deidre’s bowels, the warm jizz squeezing around my cock.

“Deidre!” I gasped.

“Cum in me, little sis!”

“Yes!” I gasped and thrust forward hard. My entire body convulsed. My pussy spasmed, juices gushing from my snatch.

And cum fired from my cock.

I added my warm jizz to the mix, swirling around with Ms. Marcie’s in my sister’s bowels. I shivered and groaned, my eyes rolling back into my head as the delicious rapture surged around me. I groaned, my pussy clenching so hard.

I loved it. I loved being a futa. I gasped and groaned, hugging her tight as I unloaded every drop of cum into her filled ass. I felt jizz spurting out of her asshole, matting down my bush. I shuddered, pleasure rippling through me.

And then we collapsed into a sweaty pile. Just in time for the hour to be over. Time to head to my third class.

“Ooh, I don’t want to go,” Deidre panted as Ms. Marcie and I pulled out our dicks from her asshole. “I just want to fuck and fuck.”

“Me, too,” I grinned. “But it’s Friday. We have the entire weekend to have fun.”

Deidre rolled over, cum flooding out of her asshole, leaving a big puddle on the ground beneath her butt. “Ooh, you’re right. We’re going to leave Mom exhausted.”

“Yep,” I beamed. “And she’ll love it.”

I leaned in and kissed my sister hard on the mouth. Our tongues danced as the other girls dressed, the boys walking out, still oblivious to the futa and lesbian fun. I broke off our kiss as a naughty giggle bubbled out of me.

“What?” Deidre asked.

“I just love fairy magic!”

As we got up, I wondered if anyone would notice the puddles of futa-cum we left behind?

I buzzed for the rest of the day, enjoying my futa-cock at every chance I could. My friends loved it. But Deidre loved it most. Though she walked bow-legged for the rest of the day, she beamed, savoring being double-fucked.

I couldn’t wait for my turn. Maybe at Cassie and Lana’s slumber party.

But not the one this evening. Though Lana and Rosa both pressed us to come tonight, we didn’t. We wanted to spend the weekend as a family. Our mom had no idea about my new addition. And I wanted it to be a surprise.

So the first thing we did when getting home was strip naked and fall into a sixty-nine on the couch. My sister sucked on my cock. And I licked and lapped at her pussy. I dove through her spicy folds, making her squeal and moan.

And she did the same thing to me.

“Deidre!” I gasped, my body shuddering.

My cum fired into her mouth as I felt the world change. Energy zapped around me as my cock unloaded futa-jizz into her hungry mouth. I gasped and spasmed, the power flooding into me, sluicing through my body, and ending at my dick.

As my dick shrank out of her mouth, her clit thrust into mine. I shivered in delight, knowing sunset just happened. I sucked on her blossoming girl-dick. I nursed it. I loved it growing bigger, thicker, filling my mouth.

“Oh, Keily, yes, suck my dick,” purred my sister. Then she lapped at my little clit, sending a surge of delight through me.

I sucked hard on my sister’s futa-dick. When one of us changed, the other one blossomed. We could have never-ending futa-fun in our house now. I shuddered, her tongue diving through my pussy while I nursed her girl-cock.

The door opened. Mom walked in. “I see you wasted no time tonight,” she laughed, fingers working on the blouse she wore for work, exposing her breasts cupped in a naughty bra. “It’s going to be wild weekend, huh?”

Mom had no idea.

To be continued…

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Mary’s family comes over for dinner.

The Devil’s Pact
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2013

Chapter Nineteen: The Sullivans

Visit my blog at www.mypenname3000.com.

“You got a cute ass,” I said, pinching Mary’s plump ass as she turned the shower on. “Have I ever told you that?”

“All the time,” Mary answered, giving me a fond look. “And I never tire of hearing it.”

My cum was running out of her ass and cunt, white rivulets that ran down her legs and made her look so goddamn fucking sexy. We had just spent the last hour and half making love, in every position we could think of, and I came inside every hole my naughty filly had. I gave her ass a squeeze, enjoying the feel of the flesh of her cheeks.

Mary slapped my hand away. “Didn’t you get enough?” she asked with a pleased smile.

“Never,” I answered, pulling her to me and kissing her on the lips. “How could I ever tire of you, Mare.”

“Stop it,” Mary protested, half-heartily. Sensing weakness, I kissed her again. “My family will be here soon. We got to get ready, Mark.”

Steam started to pour from the shower and Mary slipped out of my grasp and into the shower. Warm water splashed on her perfect, naked body, running down her perky, freckled breasts and flat stomach, and matting the fiery heart of pubic hair above the slit of her pussy. She ducked her head under the water, her auburn hair plastering to her body. I followed her in, pressing up against her back, my hard cock rubbing on her ass and the small of her back, while my hands wrapped around her and found her breasts and her hard nipples.

Mary sighed in pleasure. “We don’t have time, Mark,” she whispered. Her nipples were hard points beneath my fingers.

“You’re just so beautiful,” I whispered, kissing her neck. “How can I resist your perfect body.”

Mary turned in my embrace, lust shining in her eyes. I groaned as she grasped my hard cock, stroking it with her wet hand. Her breasts were pressed against my chest, her nipples hard as rocks. I slid a hand down her wet back and fondled her plump ass.

“I thought we had to get ready?” I asked, enjoying her hand stroking my cock.

“We do,” she whispered, her legs spreading. “My family will be here soon.”

Her hands were guiding my cock to the hot entrance of her pussy. I cold feel her lips brushing my cock’s head and then hole that led deeper inside her. I thrust forward, slowly, enjoying the feel of her cunt’s embrace. “If we need to get ready, I whispered into her ear, “why are you sticking my cock in your delightful pussy?”

“Because, I love when you’re inside me,” Mary gasped, as I bottomed out. “You’re so handsome that I just can’t resist your seduction. So fuck me! Ride your filly!”

Her lips were on me, her tongue in my mouth. I gripped her hips and her legs wrapped around my waist and her arms around my neck, as I pressed her against the shower wall. Then she broke the kiss, moaning passionately in my ear, holding me tight, as I slowly began to thrust my cock in and out of her sweet pussy.

“Tonight, I’m going to make love to both my sisters,” Mary whispered into my ear. “My bitch of an older sister, Shannon, and little Missy. I’m going to eat their pussies and they’re gone to eat mine. And then you can fuck them.” She gripped my cock harder with her cunt. “Imagine it, the Sullivan girls naked and wet and willing in your bed.”

I pictured them. Shannon, a more mature Mary, her body riper. Missy was Mary younger sister, still in high school, just coming into her beauty. All three, together on the bed. Three red-haired beauty’s caressing each other. Who would I have first? The more experienced Shannon, or the youthful and possibly virginal Missy.

“Your the best, Mare,” I panted. “So sweet of you to share your sisters.”

Mary gave a throaty purr. “After you cum in my sister’s naughty cunts, I’m going to eat your tasty cum out of their twats.”

I could picture Mary kneeling before her sister, eating creampie while I took my filly from behind. Her sister would be writhing in pleasure, begging Mary to eat her nasty cunt harder and better. Begging for Mary to give her an orgasm. And when I shot my load in Mary’s tight pussy, the sisters would swap, and Mary’s creampie would get eaten.

“Yes, Mare!” I panted, my balls tightening, “Yes, oh fuck, I can’t wait! Here it comes, Mare. You’ve been a naughty filly!” I groaned as my cum shot inside her.

“Fuck, fuck, cum in me!” she gasped. “Are you that excited?”

“Yeah,” I panted, leaning against her.

“Don’t stop,” Mary urged. “I need to cum! Keep fucking, stud!”

Our flesh slapped together as I started fucking her again. “Are you excited to eat your sister’s cunts?” I whispered in her ear.

“Yes, I can’t wait,” she moaned, fucking her hips back into me. “I’m going…” A knock at the bathroom door interrupted her. “Yes,” Mary angrily shouted.

The bathroom door opened and someone entered. “Sorry, Mistress,” Thamina, our Arabic slut, apologized. Thamina was one of the three sluts that were going to serve us tonight. Desiree, wife of the previous owner of our house, and Fiona, a waitress from Seattle, were the other two. “Your sister, Shannon, and her boyfriend have arrived.”

“Figures,” Mary moaned, bucking her hips on me. “She’s early. Tell her we’re getting ready and will be down soon.”

“Shall I tell them why you are delayed?” Thamina asked with amusement.

“No,” Mary gasped. “And be on your best behavior. Tonight, you’re just regular maids, not fuck maids.”

“Of course, Mistress,” Thamina murmured.

“You will call me Miss Mary in front of my family, slut,” Mary moaned. “Or I’ll paddle your ass until its cherry red and you can’t sit down for a week!” Mary’s cunt gave my cock a squeeze. “Umm, your dusky ass jiggling at every blow, your naughty little cunt getting wetter and wetter! Umm, yes, fuck me harder, Mark!” I obliged, fucking Mary hard, our groins smacking together wetly in the shower. Her cunt spasmed on my cock as she screamed her orgasm loudly. “My randy stallion! Oh yes! Oh fucking yes!”

I kept fucking her harder and harder as she moaned her passion. Her cunt kept rippling on my cock as a second orgasm followed the first, not as strong, but she still bucked and writhed against me. Her cunt was milking my cock, hungry for my cum. I felt my balls tightening and I groaned into my filly’s ear and unloaded into her cunt, three blasts of sticky cum.

I was ready first, dressing in a pair of blue jeans and a dark blue pin-striped white-shirt. I was freshly shaved and wearing a musky cologne that Mary had got for me. “Umm, you smell great,” Mary had purred, kissing me on the lips. My hands slid down, squeezing her plump ass. She reached behind and pushed my hands off. “No, you go downstairs and entertain our guests.”

I sighed, adjusted my hard cock in my pants and I left Mary, naked, putting on her makeup in front of the bathroom mirror. I walked down stairs, hearing voices in the living room. Fiona walked by in a her conservative maid outfit, at least conservative compared to the one she usually wore. She was wearing a classic, french maid’s outfit, low cut bodice surrounded by lace, a short skirt with layers of white, frilly petticoats beneath, and fishnet stalkings held up by a garter belt covered her beautiful legs. Her strawberry-blonde hair was pulled back in a pony tail and the small, white maids cap covered her head. In her hands she held a silver platter, three wine glasses and two soda glasses on the tray.

“Master,” she greeted, the flushed, “I mean, Mr. Mark.”

“Don’t let Mary here you slip up,” I warned. “She’s looking to paddle someone.”

“Thanks for the warning, sir,” Fiona smiled and I followed her into the living room where she placed glasses on coasters on the coffee table.

Mary’s family and her sisters’ boyfriends were all sitting, nervous, in the living room. I knew that feeling well, from my job as a door-to-door vacuum-cleaner salesman. Even after years of doing the job, being in a strange house was always a little uncomfortable. Mary’s father stood up, he was a tall man, a little heavy around the middle. His hair was red, streaked with gray and tied back in a ponytail and a bright, red beard peppered with gray covered his lean face. He had green eyes, the same deep shade that Mary had.

“Mark?” he asked, with a question, extending his hand.

“Yeah,” I answered. He had a firm grip. “I’m Mark Glassner and you must be Sean.” I noticed a gold wedding band. “Oh, Mary didn’t tell me you remarried.”

Sean blinked, then looked down at his left hand. “Oh, no. I just…” He sighed. “I’m sure Mary told you about her mother.”

I nodded. Mary had told me all about how her mother had ran off when she was six with a musician. Her mom wanted to have fun, so she abandoned her family to whore around with some indie rock band. Mary’s mom had written a detailed letter to her husband describing all the fun she was having with her boyfriend, and others. She divorced her husband and signed away her custody rights to her children. Mary was still hurt by her mother’s abandonment.

“Sorry,” I said, not sure what else to say to a man who seemed to never have gotten over his whore of wife running out on him.

“It’s fine,” Sean shrugged. “Anyway, this is my oldest, Shannon.” Sean motioned to a fiery red-head in her early twenties. Shannon was taller than Mary, and had her father’s lean face. Other than the red-hair, I wouldn’t have thought Shannon was Mary’s sister at all. She was dressed in tight blue jeans that showed off her firm ass and a lilac, peasant blouse embroidered with small, dark purple flowers down the V neckline.

“I’m so happy to meet you,” Shannon exclaimed and threw her arms around my neck and hugged me. I could feel her breasts pressing against me through her loose blouse. They felt bigger than Mary’s.

Shannon broke the embrace and looked me up and down. “You’re better dressed than Mike,” she said. Mike was the asshole Mary was dating when I met her. He was her high school sweetheart and took advantage of her. Mary feared turning into her mother, of becoming a whore and running off with another man, so she stayed with Mike even after she thought he had cheated on her. One of these days I was going to get around to punishing the guy for how we treated her.

“You better not break her heart, Mark,” Shannon warned with a mother’s fierceness.

“I won’t,” I told her. Her eyes were a beautiful hazel, flecked with green spots, and bored intensely into me. “I love her.”

And then she was all smiles again. “Of course you do.”

The youngest, Missy, stood excitedly behind her sister. Missy looked like a younger version of Mary, the same, heart-shaped, freckled face, but with blue eyes. Her hair was lighter, a strawberry-blonde, gathered in two pigtails. She was gangly, still filling out, and looked to be about sixteen. She squealed happily and through her arms around my neck.

“Oh my gosh!” Missy exclaimed. “I can’t wait for the wedding! I’ve always wanted a big brother!” Then her lips pressed quickly on my cheek and then she squealed again and jumped back.

“I…well…It’s nice to meet you, Missy,” I stammered, thrown off by her enthusiasm. Her body had felt so nice pressed up against me, small breasts and lithe frame of a teenager. My cock was even harder in my pants, knowing I was going to fuck both of these girls tonight. I wanted to do it right now, but I knew Mary wanted a nice, normal dinner with her family, first.

“Well, I’m George, Shannon’s boyfriend,” a man, about my age, said. He had short, black hair, the kind of haircut you see on a business man. He was dressed nicely, gray slacks, buttoned-down white shirt with a gray vest over the shirt. A gray fedora was perched on his head and I almost laughed. He was trying to look smooth and not quite pulling it off. I shook his hand. “You have a great house. Mary never said what you do?”

I smiled. “Poker,” I lied. “I’m a gambler.”

“Not a bank thief?” George asked. Clearly he’s seen news report about me.

Well, I was that, with my power it was child’s play. “No, that was a misunderstanding. You can ask Mary, she was with me when some of those happened. Didn’t stop the FBI from breaking down my door and scaring us, though.”

“Of course,” Sean said. “My Mary wouldn’t be involved with a bank robber.”

God, it was getting hard to hold a straight face. Mary didn’t even object when I told her about robbing a bank, in fact she got wet and excited and we fucked passionately. The last guest, sipping at a soda and sitting quietly on the couch, was a teenage boy. He was sixteen, the same age as Missy. He wore a red hoodie and blue jeans, his left ear was pierced and his hair was long and shaved at the sides. I looked questioningly at the youth.

“This is Damien,” Missy said, excitedly. “We’ve been dating forever! Ever since the spring sock hop! He’s the best!” Missy started glassy eyed at the youth, puppy love dripping off her body.

“Hi,” he muttered and shrunk into the couch beneath the stairs of all the adults.

Everyone sat down, the adults grabbed their wine glasses and Missy grabbed the other soda. Shannon and George sitting on the couch next to Damien, Sean sat in a recliner, and Missy perched on the couch arm next to Damien, who’s eyes glanced at her coltish legs and he held his glass over his crotch.

I wasn’t the only one that needed to some relief, I thought with a smile.

“So, poker, that must be exciting,” Sean said. “I just teach High School English.”

“Oh, High School can be pretty exciting,” I said, remembering all the fun I had today at Rogers High School. That was a mistake, I really needed to attend to my hard cock.

Fiona was standing at the far end of the table. Looking so beautiful, so sexy in her maid outfit. God, I couldn’t wait till after dinner, I need to fuck something. I caught her gaze and motioned her to the hallway where the first floor bathroom was.

Thamina walked in. “Is there anything I can get you Ma-Mister Mark?”

“No, I’m going to check on our dinner with Desiree. She’s an amazing cook. Thamina will get you anything you need.” I stood up. “Excuse me.”

“Oh, good, I’m starving,” Shannon admitted. “Only had a salad for lunch. Got to watch my figure,” she giggled, sipping at her wine. I glanced at her figure, and whatever she was doing, it was working.

“How many staff do you have?” Sean asked, eying Thamina. “It seems a little much.”

“Oh, we have enough,” I answered. “Mary wanted tonight to be special. If you’ll excuse me,” I said, desperate to get some relief for my cock.

I disappeared into the dining room and cut through the kitchen. It smelled delicious and Desiree looked curious at me as I walked by. I exited the kitchen entering into another hallway. This hallway led to the stairs and the first floor bathroom. Inside the bathroom, Fiona was waiting, a naughty smile on her face. I closed the door and held a finger to my lips and Fiona’s smile broadened.

I bent her over the sink, flipped up her black maid’s skirt and the ruffled petticoats beneath and exposed her freckled ass and the wet slit of her cunt. Her vulva was flushed with desire and her inner lips protruded from the center of her tight slit. I fished my cock out and sighed in relief as a slid slowly into Fiona’s warm embrace.

I fucked her slowly, with strong, deep strokes, savoring the delicious feel of her pussy on my cock as I reamed her silken walls. Fiona clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle a moan. There was something deeply exciting fucking a woman while a group of people chatters on in the next room. It was getting noisier in the living room as the wine loosened their nerves.

The bathroom door opened and a stunned Missy Sullivan looked on. She gaped, not knowing what to do as I fucked Fiona. Then hurt and anger replaced the surprise, her blue eyes staring daggers at me. She drew in a deep breath, about to scream, and I was about to give her a command when Mary was behind her, clapping a hand over her little sister’s mouth.

“Shhh, Missy, it’s me,” Mary whispered. “I’m going to let go, so don’t scream.”

Missy nodded her head. “Your fiancee’s is…is…with another woman.” Missy’s face flushed scarlet and she tried to look away, but her eyes were rooted to where my cock was pumping in and out of Fiona’s cunt.

“It’s okay, babydoll,” Mary whispered and gently nudged Missy into the bathroom and closed the door. “Mark’s a real man,” Mary continued, whispering in her sister’s ear. They were the same height and Mary wrapped her arms around her sister and pressed against her back. “And a real man takes who he wants when he wants her.”

“But, but,” Missy tried to protest, her thoughts scattered by the situation.

“Go ahead, watch a real man fuck,” Mary purred. “Watch a real man take his pleasure from a naughty little slut who’s going to get her bottom paddled, latter.” Was it fair to paddle Fiona for following my commands when she had no choice. No, but that wasn’t going to stop Mary. She just loved paddling asses and would use any flimsy excuse to do it.

My strokes were getting harder, I always loved having an audience, and Mary’s innocent little sister made quite the inciting audience. Fiona must have thought so, too, because she screamed into her hand as her cunt rippled on my cock. Or maybe she was excited by the thought of getting spanked by Mary.

“He’s big,” Missy said in awe. “He’s bigger than Damien.”

“Damien’s still only sixteen,” Mary said, “He may grow a bit more. Imagine that cock in your pussy, Missy. I bet it would feel better than Damien’s little cock. I bet you’d have a nice cum! You did say you never came with Damien?”

“No,” Missy whispered. “It feels nice, but I never cum.” Missy bit her lip and glanced at me. “You don’t want me…with him?”

“Would you like that?” Mary asked.

“I…I love Damien,” Missy said. “He loves me and I gave him my virginity. We’re going to get married and have a bunch of kids.”

“Of course you are, babydoll,” Mary whispered. “But fucking and love have nothing to do with each other. Mark loves me, yet he’s fucking Fiona. I love Mark, and yet I fucked other people.”

“Really?” Missy asked, eagerly. “Who?”

“Fiona there,” Mary answered.

“You’ve been with a woman?” Missy gasped. “Wow!”

“He’s going to cum, soon” Mary whispered. “See his face, his balls are ready to cum. When a guy gets that look there’s no stopping him.”

I gritted me teeth, their talk sending me over the edge and I dumped my load into Fiona’s cunt. I pulled out and Missy’s eyes were glued to my wet cock and then she saw the white sperm leaking from Fiona’s pussy.

“That’s a real man’s work there, Missy,” Mary said. “Now, don’t go tell anyone about this. It’s our little secret, okay.”

Missy nodded, staring in amazement at Fiona’s pussy. Mary opened the door and gave her a little shove then rounded on me, hands on her hips. Even angry, she looked stunning in her black dress. It was tight, clinging to her curves, and low cut to show off her freckled cleaved. Black stockings covered her shapely legs, held up by a garter belt, the clasps just peaking out from beneath her skirt’s hem.

“You’re supposed to behaving, Mark Glassner,” Mary hissed in anger.

“Sorry, Mare,” I sheepishly said. “I got horny.”

Mary rolled her eyes. “When aren’t you horny, Mark?”

I smiled. “Never,” I retorted with a grin. “You’re gorgeous, Mare. I love that dress on you.” A smile cracked Mary’s face.

“Well, have you got it out of your system, or do I need to worry about you sneaking out during dinner to stick it up some slut’s ass?”

“I’ll be good,” I promised.

Mary smacked Fiona’s ass. “Wipe that cum up and get out there and serve.” And then Mary grabbed me by the arm and dragged me out of the bathroom.

Shannon and Sean were excited to see Mary and Missy had this knowing smirk on her face when Fiona walked out looking a little flustered. But she didn’t say anything. Shannon hugged her sister for a little longer than sisters normally hug, her hands stroking Mary’s back a little more sensuous then you’d expect. Mary’s wish to have all women desire her was working on her sisters, especially Shannon.

Dinner was a delicious, multi-course affair. Starting with a delicious potato soup, homemade of course, followed by an almond-topped salad. The main course was lemon and pepper roasted squab stuffed with a delicious, bread stuffing. Creamy mashed potatoes were served on the side, covered in a savory gravy. Wine flowed and soon everyone was laughing and having a good time. Sean was a funny guy, it turned out, loving to tell stories about all the stupidly funny things his students had done over the years.

Damien came out of his shell when when we discovered we both played Call of Duty. “Ghost is going to be whacked!” Damien exclaimed. “Gonna dominate on Xbox Live!” He was a nice kid once he got over his shyness. Missy sat next to him, nodding when Damien would say something, but she kept staring at me, that knowing smile on her face and a flush painting her cheeks red.

Shannon and her boyfriend George talked with Mary. Shannon had her eyes fixed on Mary’s cleavage most of the time and every so often Mary would shiver. Mary leaned over and whispered that her sister was playing footsie with her underneath the table and every so often would get bold enough to rub her foot all the way to Mary’s pussy, brushing her hard clit through the fabric of her panties.

George was oblivious to his girlfriends activities beneath the table. The talk turned to my supposed poker career and I made use of all the World Series of Pokers I had ever watched to bluff my way through the conversation. It was important to Mary that I didn’t exert any unneeded control on her family.

When dessert was served, Mary excused herself to use the restroom and Shannon joined her. When Mary came back, her hair was a little mused and her lipstick smudged. I pulled her to me and kissed her and she whispered, “Shannon kissed me.”

George kissed Shannon when she sat down and plates of chocolate cake and vanilla ice cream were brought out by Desiree herself and everyone praised her cooking. Sean insisted she join us and eat some of her cake, along with Fiona and Thamina.

“I am stuffed,” Shannon said. “That was worth starving myself all day. But I’m going to have to spend an extra half hour at the gym to burn off that cake.”

Another bottle of wine was broached, and somehow, to Mary’s embarrassment, her dad started talking about her security blanket. “Mr. Fuzzydown, was his name,” Sean laughed, “and she carried it everywhere, tucked underneath her arm. When people asked her about it, she would say, ‘This is Mr. Fuzzydown, my butler.’ She had gotten it in her head that a butler protected people.”

“I was four, dad,” Mary blushed. “It was some stupid movie I watched as a kid, I think.”

“She wouldn’t even let her mother or I wash it,” Sean said and Mary and her sisters fell silent. Sean cleared his throat, “Anyway, its getting late and I should be getting Damien home.”

“Oh, its too early to go,” Mary pouted. “Why don’t you have Mark talk to Damien’s parents, he’ll straighten it out. He’s very persuasive. If his poker career ever fails him, he could get into sales and make a killing. Besides, my sisters and I have some lady business to attend to.”

“What?” Missy asked, excitedly.

Mary just smiled mysteriously at her little sister and turned to head upstairs. Shannon eagerly followed, probably hopping to continue their kiss, and Missy glanced at me, flushed, and then chased after Mary.

After speaking with Damien’s parents, us guys retired to the living room. “I have a present for you guys,” I said. “Right now, Mary and her sisters are making love and I am about to go and join them.”

All three started at me as if I was speaking a foreign language. “Not funny, man,” George said, some heat to his voice.

“It’s okay for Mary and I to have sex with them,” I calmly told them. “You guy’s don’t mind. And I’m sure your girlfriends won’t mind if you guys get laid tonight, either.”

The sluts, Desiree, Fiona, and Thamina were lurking for my signal and came out, naked. Desiree had nut-brown skin and big breasts that swayed as she walked. Fiona’s breasts were nice sized, smaller than Desiree, and topped with red nipples. A landing strip of fiery hair led down to her pussy. Thamina still wore her headscarf, her dusky breasts were topped with dark nipples and a V of black hair pointed down to her cunt.

“Sean, you’re my future father-in-law, so why don’t you choose first,” I said.

Sean swallowed and glanced at me. “I…I haven’t been with a woman since…” Since his wife left him.

I nodded. “Isn’t it time to change that. Choose one and you’ll have a night to remember.”

“God, they’re so beautiful,” he groaned and chose Fiona.

Fiona’s blue eyes sparkled with lust and she pushed Sean down into the recliner and draped herself across Sean’s lap and started kissing him. Sean sat there rigid, for a moment, and then his arms wrapped around her and he was kissing her back just as passionately.

Damien grabbed Desiree. “Your tits are so big,” he moaned. “Like Mrs. Corra my math teacher.” He, slowly, reached out and squeezed her big tit. “It’s so…soft and yet firm!” he marveled.

“Not so hard,” Desiree winced. “A women needs to be touched, gently.”

“Will you show me?” he asked, eagerly. “How to please a women?”

Sean was to lost in making out with Fiona to catch the implication of that statement. From what I gathered in the bathroom, Missy wasn’t terribly satisfied with Damien’s performance. The boy was eager and Desiree was soon stretched out on the couch talking him through feeling up her breasts.

Thamina went to George, shyly. Thamina always got shy around strangers. Her strict, Muslim upbringing had shamed her from pursuing the desires of her body. George cupped her chin and kissed her gently until she stopped trembling and then he sat her down in the other recliner, spread her dusky thighs and Thamina moaned in appreciation. George, it seemed, didn’t need lessons in how to please a woman.

“Shh,” Fiona hushed my future father-in-law, placing a finger on her lips as her other hand was busy with his pants. “Let me take care of you.”

She rose up and I could see Sean’s penis poking at the waxed lips of her pussy as she guided him into her hole, then she sank down and groaned as he shot his load prematurely. “Sorry,” he gasped. “It’s been so long.”

“You don’t need to apologize,” Fiona said, rising up on his cock, still hard even after cumming. “Now that the first one is out of the way, you’ll last longer.”

“Sheesh,” Sean muttered. “Wow, I had forgotten how amazing this was!”

On the couch, Desiree was teaching Damien how eat a woman’s cunt. “Umm, that’s good. The clitoris is very sensitive, so be gentle with it. Yes, nice, slow rubs. Don’t be afraid to kiss it and suck on it, but watch your…uuhh…your teeth!” she panted, playing with her nipples as Damien eagerly sucked at her pussy.

My cock was hard in my pants and then I realized the flaw in our plan. Mary wanted to make love to both her sisters, alone, at first. She would text me when she was ready for me to join her. In the meantime, I was supposed to make sure her father and her sisters’ boyfriends were distracted. They were. But we only had three sluts stay. I should have had a fourth slut stay so I could have someone to play with.

I considered going next door where the other sluts were at, probably having themselves a fun little girly orgy, when I saw Fiona’s ass as she rode Sean. She had a free hole. And Sean would soon be my father-in-law so we were practically family so why not share a whore with him. I walked over to the chair, my cock bumping into Fiona’s ass.

“Are you…uhh…going to fuck my ass, Master?” Fiona panted, forgetting how to address me in front of company. Well, the cat was out of the bag so what did it matter.

“Yeah, slut,” I told her. “I’m going to ream your sexy ass.”

I slid into her tight ass, extra tight as Sean’s cock filled her cunt. “What…” Sean started to protest and Fiona sealed her lips over his, stifling his objections as she fucked us both, rising and wiggling her hips, finding a rhythm to pleasure the two of us.

Fiona broke her kiss and started panting, “Oh, fuck, your cock feels so good in my ass, Master. And Mr. Sullivan’s feels so good in my pussy! Thank you, Master!”

I started fucking Fiona back, getting into the rhythm and enjoying her sweet ass. Sean was groping her breasts and sucked a red nipple into his mouth. “God, your ass feels amazing, slut!” I growled.

“Hmm, you like my slutty ass, Master!” Fiona cooed. “Are you going to cum in my ass? Are you going to fill my slutty as with your hot cum!”

“Fucking slut,” I groaned, her talk turning me on.

That tightening sensations was beginning in my balls and I fucked Fiona’s ass as hard as I could, shoving her cunt down onto Sean’s cock. My future father-in-law was gasping in pleasure as Fiona’s cunt slammed down on him over and over. I fucked her harder, three more powerful strokes and then I was flooding her ass with my cum.

“Oh man!” Sean moaned. “Oh man! That’s feels so good! It’s been so long!”

“Mm, pour your cum in my hungry cunt,” Fiona purred as I pulled out and sat down on the ottoman. I watched as Fiona’s hips rose and fell, her asshole gaping open and leaking dirty cum. “Oh yes, oh yes, I love cum shooting in my slutty cunt! Yes!” More cum was forced out her ass as Fiona came. And then she slipped off Sean’s lap and dutifully cleaned my dirty cock off while Sean panted in the seat, his eyes closed.

George was fucking Thamina now, leaning over her as the recliner rocked from the force of their fucking. Thamina’s dusky legs were wrapped around his hips, pulling him hard into her cunt. Her headscarf was half hanging off, exposing her beautiful, black hair. The colorful fabric spilled across her breasts, a nipple peaking out from beneath a hem.

“Sorry,” Damien apologized. I looked back to see the teen between Desiree’s legs, cum splattering her stomach.

“It’s okay, most young men are a little trigger happy,” Desiree purred as she stroked his cock. “Mmhh, you feel like you’re ready to go, again.”

“Wow, your wetter than Missy was,” Damien groaned as Desiree guided her cock into her cunt. “Oh man, how are you squeezing my cock with your pussy?”

“Kegals!” Desiree giggled.

“You feel so much better than Missy,” Damien groaned.

“You just got to treat Missy right,” Desiree murmured, “then she’ll be a randy bitch for you. Besides, Master’s going to show Missy how to treat a man. You won’t be disappointed.”

“I won’t?” Damien asked. “How can she compare to you, Desiree?”

“Oh, that’s sweet,” Desiree purred and kissed him, wrapping her legs around his pumping hips.

“I’m serious, I think I love you,” Damien panted.

“No you don’t,” Desiree said, stroking his face. “You just love how my pussy’s making your cock feel right now. That’s lust, not love. Love is more pure, it’s about just wanting to be with them. Enjoying their company. Helping them out. And missing them when they’re gone. Its about trust and intimacy.”

“I thought I had that with Tiffany,” Sean suddenly said, rubbing his face. “God, I still miss her.”

“Tiffany, that’s Mary’s mom?” I asked. Fiona’s cock cleaning had turned into a very pleasant blowjob, her mouth bobbing up and down on my cock.

“Yeah,” Sean sighed. “I don’t know what went wrong. I thought everything was just fine. I mean, we fought, but it was nothing serious. I really thought she loved me and then…then she just changed. It was like she became a different person. Wild and lusty.”

“Sorry,” I said, feeling uncomfortable. “I don’t know what I’d do without Mary.”

“It’s like a part of me was ripped away,” Sean sighed. “Every day it hurts. Thirteen damn long years and I still love her.” He grabbed his wine and downed it. “Fuck, I must be drunk.”

I pushed Fiona off my cock and she took the hint and slid onto Sean’s lap and held him to her breast and he started crying. George and Damien were too lost in their fuckings to notice. Then, Fiona stood up, and led Sean to her bed. Sean trailed after her like a lost boy, head hanging down, just stumbling behind her.

I felt very uncomfortable. Around me Damien was furiously pumping atop of Desiree while sucking at her bit tits, and George was giving it to Thamina hard, their groins slapping together with loud slaps and Thamina was moaning in pleasure. A burning hatred for Mary’s mother filled my heart. Sean was great guy, and Mary and her sisters were great gals, and she just left them from some fucking musicians.

If I ever got my hands on Tiffany I would leave her howling for all the pain she caused.

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I sneezed as I got out of the cab.

The cab reeked of body odor and some disgusting aftershave. The cabbie, a black Haitian that barely spoke any English, spent the entire drive over to the Pirate’s Rum Bar and Grill jabbering away in Haitian creole on his bluetooth. I was glad to get out of the cab. It was late, after midnight, later than I wanted to be out. I may look eighteen, but inside I felt like my forty-four year old self. We were only here this late because the bouncer that lets in underage girls doesn’t start until midnight.

The bar was a dive but a lot of young people were hanging outside. The rumors of its no card policy after midnight had gotten around and all the young party goers were arriving. The place looked pretty disgusting on the outside and hoped it wasn’t as bad on the inside. I spent too much time in dive bars when I was enslaved by Kurt Bronson, thirteen years ago. Back when I was Tiffany Sullivan, happy wife and mother.

I closed my eyes, fighting off the tears as I thought of Sean. It still hurt to think of Sean and my daughters and all that was stolen from me, but I forced it down. I was on a mission from God. I needed to fuck Antsy, a girl that wasn’t even slightly bi-curious. I already had her half convinced to do a threesome with me and a guy we picked up at a bar. It was the reason we were here. I needed to get Antsy in bed so I could perform the Prayer of Avvah on her and make her a trap for her brother, the Warlock Mark, to fall into.

Antsy got out on the other side of the cab, dressed in a her tightest pants, low-hipped ass hugging jeans that had sparkling hearts on the back pockets, drawing the eye to her youthful curves. Her top was a loose thing, tied around the back of the neck and lower back, the colorful cloth cupped her breasts and swayed and jiggled as she walked. Around her belly was a gold chain that drew her eyes to her exposed stomach. Her jeans were so low cut, her red thong was clearly visible wrapping around her hips and disappearing down the front and back of her pants. The mom in me disapproved of her wearing such slutty clothing, the woman in me just thought how fucking hot she looked and how much I wanted to be those jeans.

“This is so exciting,” Antsy giggled. The girl had come to Miami to party and already had a one night stand last night and was excited to have another.

“Yeah,” I lied. I didn’t feel excited inside. I felt homesick, but I was Sister Theodora Mariam, and I had my mission from God, and come hell or high water, I was going to fuck pretty little Antsy tonight one way or the other.

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“Oh, its too early to go,” I pouted. “Why don’t you have Mark talk to Damien’s parents, he’ll straighten it out. He’s very persuasive. If his…poker…career ever fails him, he could get into sales and make a killing. Besides, my sisters and I have some lady business to attend to.”

“What?” Missy asked me, excitedly.

I just gave her my most enigmatic smile at walked upstairs. I glanced behind me to see Shannon eagerly following. Shannon had fallen under my powers quiet quickly, from that long hug she gave me, to playing footsie under the table, culminating in us making out for a minute in front of the bathroom. Normally my sister was a complete bitch to me, but my powers gotten her to be quiet friendly. When I reached the top of stairs, I could hear Missy’s excited steps as she raced up the stairs.

“Wait up!” she called.

Shannon looked disappointed. She clearly wanted to continue that kiss in private. I had made a wish with the Devil for all women to desire me. It had different effects on different women, some became quite bold and other just friendly. But any woman would yield to my advances, even my sisters. Or that whore of a mother if she ever showed back up.

Of course, what I would to to her wouldn’t be that pleasant.

I dismissed that thought, I had two sexy sisters to play with and opened the door to my bedroom I shared with Mark. The sluts had made the bed up while we were in the shower, putting on clean sheets. Mark and I had a pleasant afternoon, first we had fucked a pair of virgin teenagers, and then we spent a few, pleasant hours making love. I think Mark was a little jealous of how much time I would spend with my friend April when we would meet for our trysts at the Blue Spruce. I was more than happy to prove to Mark that I could spend just as much time making love with him.

But now, I wanted to make love with my sisters. They were both beautiful. Shannon with her flaming red hair, not the drab auburn I got, and those breasts. My were nice a perky, but so were Shannon’s and they were bigger. Mike, my ex, would always stare at them, making me so jealous. Missy was beautiful, as well, skinny and lithe and full of youthful energy. And her hair was a gorgeous, strawberry-blonde.

Shannon didn’t resist when I pulled her in for a kiss, just melted against my body. I could feel her breasts pressing against my own tits. Shannon’s tongue slid into my mouth, wrestling with my own. Her hands roamed my back, sliding down my bare back, to the silky fabric of my dress and then down to cup my ass beneath my short skirt. I returned the favor, squeezing her ass through her skinny jeans. It was firm and perky.

“Oh my gosh!” Missy gasped. “What are you two doing?”

I broke the kiss and reached out, grabbing Missy by the shoulder and pulling her to me. “Just expressing how much we love each other.”

“But…but,” she started to protest, but I silenced her with a kiss.

Missy was frozen, her lips sealed in shock, but then desire overwhelmed her and her lips parted, allowing my tongue inside her mouth. She wore watermelon lip gloss and tasted of chocolate cake. Her slim body pressed against me and I slid a hand up her side to cup her budding breasts beneath the white bodice of her yellow dress.

The dress was held up by thin, shoulder straps, and I slid one off her right shoulder and then off her left shoulder. I broke the kiss and Missy stood stunned, licking her lips and her eyes wide. I tugged at her dress and it slid off her body. She wore a strapless, gray bra beneath her dress and a matching pair of gray, silk panties with a pink bow.

“Isn’t she beautiful?” I whispered and Shannon hugged me from behind and whispered into my ear, “Yes.” Then her tongue was licking my lobe and I shivered in pleasure. I could feel naked skin pressing against my back and hard nipples. I was too busy kissing Missy to notice when Shannon had removed her lilac top and bra.

Missy trembled before me, and I whispered, “Shh, it’s alright babydoll. I’m going to make you feel so good.”

“Okay, Mary,” Missy breathed and jumped as I reached out and fingered her bra cup, slipping a finger underneath the cup to feel her supple flesh beneath. I was delighted to find the bra clasped in the front and deftly undid it, her bra sliding off her arms and shoulder to lie on the floor.

Missy instinctively moved her hands to hide her budding breasts topped with dusky nipples. She was as freckled as mine were, and her nipples were the same dark shade, although they looked slightly bigger than mine. I grabbed her hands and pushed them back down to her sides. Her nipples were hard with desire and her breasts rose as she her breath quickened. Missy licked her lips, staring wide eyed as Shannon kissed the nape of my neck.

“Don’t you want to see our baby sisters pussy?” I asked over my shoulder.

“Ohh, I would love to,” Shannon purred. “C’mon babydoll, lets see how cute it is. I haven’t seen you naked since you were four and you said big girls bathe themselves.”

Missy shook her head. “I’m too embarrassed.”

“You let Damien see your pretty little pussy,” Shannon cooed. “And stick his little cock in it. So don’t be shy. It’s just us girls, now.”

Missy just flushed and looked down.

“Maybe if you saw your sisters pussy that would make you feel better,” Shannon said.

Missy nodded and Shannon pulled the zipper down the back of my dress and what was so tight suddenly loosened and started slipping off my shoulders. I wiggled my shoulders and the dress slid down my body and landed in a pile at my feat. I was naked underneath, save a black garter belt holding my black stockings up.

“Wow,” Missy said in amazement. “You’re not wearing any underwear.”

“What a naughty girl,” purred Shannon and she squeezed my plump ass with one hand.

“And you shaved, all except that cute little heart,” Missy whispered.

“I showed you mine, baby sister,” I said, “Let’s see yours.”

“Fine, but don’t laugh,” she warned. She hooked her hands in her silk panties and pulled them down. Her pussy was adorned with sparse, red hair. “I’m a late bloomer, apparently. I just started growing hair six month’s ago.”

“It’s so beautiful,” I whispered and reached out, sliding a hand down her pubic bone, through her fine hair, and down to her little pearl. I let my finger lightly graze her clit and she shuddered in pleasure, then I slid my finger between her legs, down her wet slid.

“Wow, that feels good,” Missy gasped. “Damien’s always so rough, but this, wow.”

“I bet Damien is getting a lesson in how to please a woman properly,” Mary answered.

“What?” Missy asked, confused. “You don’t mean…”

“Hmm, our maids should be servicing your boyfriends and dad,” I told her.

“What?” Shannon demanded. “George better not be getting serviced.”

I turned, my naked nipple grazing Shannon’s naked breast. “You’re one to get jealous, fooling around with your sister,” I pointed out.

Shannon spluttered, “Th-this is different!”

“Is it, sweet sister?” I asked, reaching out and unbuckling the belt that encircled her waist, undoing the button of her jeans. “Do you want me to stop. Do you want to go downstairs and stop George from getting the same pleasure you’re about to experience.” Her fly rasped down and my hand slipped into her panties. Shannon’s pussy was shaved and wet and my finger slipped insider her.

“No,” she gasped as I fingered her. “I guess, fair is fair.”

Then she kissed me on the lips, her hand gently caressing my breast, rolling my sensitive nipple between gentle fingers. I felt a soft hand at my butt and Missy was pressing up against me, her sparse pubic hair tickling my hip as her hand fondled my butt. Her hard nipples brushed my back and arm and her lips were wet fire as she kissed my neck.

“Fair is fair,” Missy whispered.

I shuddered when Missy’s lips touched my hard nipple, sucking it into her mouth as Shannon played with the other. Missy sucked and licked, playing with the hard nub in her mouth. Shannon’s thigh slipped between my legs and my pussy left smears of juices as I writhed on her. Then Missy released my nipple and yanked down Shannon’s jeans.

“You’re the only one not naked,” she giggled. “Fair is fair!” And then Missy yanked off Shannon’s red, flimsy underwear then gasped, holding up the torn panties. “Sorry,” Missy said, weekly.

“Ohh, I’m going to get you,” Shannon fumed and lunged at Missy, who leaped back, hit the bed and fell backwards onto the mattress.

Shannon was on her and Missy giggled beneath her tickle assault. Mark had to tried to tickle me once and lost. Little did he know the tough opponents I had faced. Shannon, who sometimes seemed impervious to tickling, and Missy with her deft little fingers that could make even Shannon squirm.

My pussy wept juices as I watched my sisters rolling on the bed, their naked bodies flushed with exertion. Missy somehow got on top and was pressing her advantage, her fingers deftly tickling Shannon’s side. Shannon seemed on the verge of yielding beneath Missy’s assault, but it was a feint and Missy rolled off of her, howling in laughter, her face turning strawberry red.

“You…win!” Missy gasped. “I’m…sorry!”

“No you’re not,” Shannon said, continuing to tickle her. “But you’re going…” Shannon’s words were cut out as Missy sat up and through her arms around her neck and kissed her.

Shannon’s attack was stopped dead in her tracks as she melted against Missy. God, it was erotic watching my sisters make out, writhing naked upon each other. I slid my hand down to my wet cunt and started to slowly rub my flushed pussy. I caught glimpses of Shannon’s pussy, lips protruding and swollen with desire, and Missy’s tight, girlish slit surrounded by wispy red hair.

I reached out and pinched Shannon’s toned ass. I need to work out more, I thought as felt how taut her ass is. My ass was a little too plump, although Mark did seem to love it. But Shannon’s ass was amazing. An hour at the gym a day, Shannon said, two hours on Saturday so she could be lazy on Sundays. Shannon ignored her pinch and kept making out with Missy.

So I goosed her harder.

“Ouch!” Shannon gasped, rubbing her ass. “Bitch!”

“You guys seemed to forget about your other sister,” I purred. “Lie back and let me finger you both to wicked orgasms.” I need your cunt juices for a spell, I wanted to say. But, it wouldn’t do to bring that up.

Missy laid out to my right and Shannon to my left. I knelt between them and bent down kissing first Missy’s dusky nipples and then Shannon’s. To my surprise, Shannon’s nipples were smaller than my own, but just as hard and Shannon moaned in appreciation as I sucked her tit. Then I slid my hand down both their stomachs and rubbed both their cunt’s together.

I wanted to tease them, tracing their sexes with my fingers, playing with their pussy lips, and occasionally brushing their hard clits with my finger, almost by accident, and delighting as they shuddered. Their hair fanned out on the bed, Missy’s strawberry-blonde merging into Shannon’s fiery red.

“Please,” Shannon begged, first, “Please, I need more!”

“What do you need?” I asked, coyly.

“Your finger in my cunt!” Shannon panted, writhing her hips as I slowly stroked her pussy.

“And what about you, babydoll?”

“Please, Mary,” she whispered. “I need to…to…”

“Cum?” I asked and she nodded. “Say it!” I hissed. “Let me hear you beg, babydoll!”

“Please stick your finger in my pussy,” Missy sighed. “I need to…to cum. I need to cum so badly! I feel like I’m going to explode inside.”

Both my sisters moaned together as I inserted a single finger inside them. Missy was tighter, of course, and Shannon wetter. So much fluid was leaking out of my older sisters cunt that a stain was forming on the bedspread below her ass. I slowly fucked the one finger into their pussies, then I slipped a second finger in. And a third into Shannon. Missy was so tight, I didn’t want to wear her little pussy out. Let Mark’s cock do that.

Missy came first, when my thumb started rubbing her clit in concentric circles. She bucked on the bed and clapped a hand over her head to scream her orgasm into her hand. Just like she would when I shared a room with her last year. Missy would start masturbating the moment she thought I was asleep and clap her hand over her mouth to muffle her groans. It didn’t work half as well as she thought it did. I was always too embarrassed to talk to her about it, though. I, at least, had the decency to masturbate in the shower or when she wasn’t home.

I brought up my dripping hand up to my eyes and smeared the fluid on my right eye and muttered, “Mowdah.” I felt energy rush into me through my eye as I completed the spell. I would be able to recognize a nun, now, thanks to the spell. Then I licked my fingers, tasting the fresh, spicy flavor of Missy’s cunt.

I fucked my three fingers faster in Shannon’s cunt as Missy panted, and rubbed harder, faster at Shannon’s clit. My fingers made a wet, squelching noise as I fucked them in and out of Shannon’s cunt. With my other hand, I found Shannon’s anus and slipped a finger in lubed with Missy’s cunt juices.

“Oh wow!” Shannon gasped. “I’ve never…ohh…in the ass before.”

“Umm, Mark will love to hear that,” I purred, fucking her cunt and ass with my fingers and rubbing her clit hard. “Are you going to cum for?”

“Yeah!” Missy giggled, rolling on her side and reaching out to play with Shannon’s tit, pinching her dusky nipple between her fingers. “Cum, cum, cum!” Missy chanted, over and over, starting out quiet, almost a whisper, and getting louder and louder. “Cum, cum, CUM!”

Shannon bucked, her orgasm seemed triggered by Missy’s chant. Fluid gushed out of her cunt, splashing my hand and soaking the bed spread. My fingers dripping in watery, girl-cum, I wiped her juices across my left eye.

“Mowdah.” I muttered and felt the same energy rush into my left eye.

Shannon gasped for breath and Missy stared shocked at her pussy. “Did you just piss yourself?” Missy asked.

“No, no,” Shannon panted. “Sometimes I squirt, when I’m really excited. It’s just pussy juices.”

I stared at my sisters and noticed something, a faint silver outline surrounding both of them. I concentrated for a second and silver nimbus surrounded my sister. I blinked in surprise. Were they nuns? Fear hammered my heart for a brief second. No, they were my sisters. Then what was I seeing? I wanted to ask Lilith, but I didn’t trust her around my sisters. Or myself around her, to be honest.

I touched my Shannon’s leg and saw threads shoot out in all directions from her. A thick, silver thread connected Shannon to Missy, another thick silver thread led off into the house. A thick red thread seemed to fly at me and a thick, golden thread led off somewhere far away, to the south-east. Other threads, thinner than those four, led off. I tried to touch one, but my hand went right through it.

When I touched Missy, the same thing happened, similar threads connected Missy to Shannon and to me. She had that same, golden thread that Shannon had, disappearing off towards the south-east. Missy grabbed my hand and pulled me to her and I lost my concentration, the nimbus shrinking to back to the faint outline about her.

“You made us cum,” Missy said and kissed me.

“So were going to make you cum,” Shannon said, sliding down my body. “I’ve never eaten a pussy before, but I kinda always wanted to.”

Missy’s tongue was in my mouth as Shannon parted my thighs. I came the moment Shannon’s tongue swiped across my slit. Shannon’s tongue dug into my pussy, drinking my fluids and Missy mouth felt wonderful as she played with my turgid nipple. I was breathing hard, a second orgasm following on the heels of the first and I writhed on the bed as passion overcame me.

Missy and Shannon kissed me everywhere. One would suck at my tits while the other ate my pussy, and then they would switch, kissing across my body. Missy was an eager cuntlapper, and I had my third orgasm as she wiggled her tongue in my cunt, bathing my teenage sister’s face with another flood of sticky fluids.

Then Shannon straddled my face, her wet pussy tasted sweet and tangy as I eagerly ate her. Missy was nursing my clit and sliding two fingers in and out of my pussy with slow, steady rhythm. I devoured Shannon’s pussy and drowned on her copious fluids. She had the thinnest pussy juices I ever tasted, and she drenched my face as I ate her. I could feel her fragrant juices running in rivulets down my cheeks, pooling in my ears, wetting my hair. More ran down my chin and onto my neck and between my breasts.

Missy straddled my face and Shannon went down on my cunt, sucking on my pussy lips as Missy’s tight slit descended to my eager tongue. I devoured her innocent cunt, reveling in the fresh, spicy flavor of her womanhood. Her clit was small, and Missy shuddered atop me as I sucked it into my hungry lips.

After we both came, we cuddled together, all three of us smeared with pussy juices and delighting in the pleasure we gave each other. I reached for my phone, “We’re ready for you, stud! *-),” I texted.

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The inside of the Pirate’s Rum was surprisingly clean. Dubstep pounded through the bar and I was dancing with Antsy and a beefy guy named Travis. He was a bodybuilder, his tanned forearms as thick as my thighs. Antsy and I were grinding on his hips to the music. My panties rubbed deliciously on my wet cunt as I writhed on his hip.

“Do you want to get out of here?” I asked him. “Come back to our hotel room?”

“Both of you?” Travis asked. His hand was squeezing my ass, his other hand fondling Antsy tight butt.

“Yeah,” Antsy giggled. Her face was flushed from all the drinks I’d been giving her all night and she was ready to get good and fucked.

“Hell yeah!” Travis exclaimed, a big old shit-eating grin on his face.

Travis got us out of the club and into a cab faster than I thought possible. He was eager to get us back to our motel before we sobered up and he lost his chance at a threesome. Travis sat between us on the cab ride, making out with first Antsy, then me, then back to Antsy. His hands roamed all over our body and the cab driver got quite a show when the tie holding Antsy’s top on somehow came undone and her beautiful, perky tits spilled out.

And then Antsy was on Travis. Her jeans rolled down to her knees as she sat on Travis lap, his cock sinking into her cunt. Her back was to Travis and he grabbed her and had no problem lifting the girl up and down on his cock, her juicy tits bouncing about as she fucked him. I sucked a nipple into my mouth, hungrily nursed at Antsy’s tit. Antsy was too drunk, too overcome with lust, to care that a woman was sucking at her tit.

We reached the hotel room before Travis could cum, and Antsy pulled up her pants and raced to the motel room, her tits exposed and bouncing as she ran. Travis followed, leaving me to pay for the cab, a Cuban who leered at me and barked something rapidly in Spanish, pointing at his cock. I snorted, and walked to my motel room.

Travis and Antsy wasted no time, he was on top of her, fucking her cunt hard and fast. Antsy’s jeans were stuck on her right foot all bunched up. I pulled off my dress and panties and crawled next to them. Antsy was panting like a slut as he fucked her and I kissed her on the lips. She resisted for a moment, and then she gave in, kissing me back.

Travis grunted, “Tight pussy, oh fuck that’s a tight pussy!” His balls were slapping loudly into her ass as he fucked her good and hard. Then his back arced, his ass tensed, and then he was shooting his load into Antsy cunt.

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“We’re ready for you, stud! *-),” my phone read.

“Well, have a good night,” I told Damien and George. Damien was lying atop Desiree after cumming in her twice. George was getting his cock sucked by Thamina. Her cunt was messy with both of our cums. “I’m going to go fuck your girlfriends.”

I went upstairs and entered my bedroom. “…George is going to propose,” Shannon was saying when I entered the room.

It was a beautiful sight I beheld when I entered the bedroom. Mary lay in the middle of the bed, Shannon on her left and Missy on her right. All three were beautiful, and all three were flushed with desire. Who to fuck first. Big-titted Shannon or sweet, innocent Missy. I pondered that as I stripped off my clothes. Defiling innocents won out over big tits and I sat down next to Missy.

“You’re going to let me fuck you,” I told her and she nodded, biting her lip in the same cute way Mary did.

Mary laughed. “Told you,” Mary nudged Shannon.

“Men are pigs,” Shannon sighed. She was sitting up on her side, resting on her elbow. “You just lost me twenty bucks, Mark.”

“Did you expect me to let my fiancee lose?” I asked with a smile, stretching out in the bed next to Missy and running a hand across her belly. Missy giggled, nervous.

Shannon gave mock surprise. “You conspired against me!” She pretend to swoon, hand on her forehead, and fell back to the bed. “My own sister played me false.”

Mary flashed me a grin and turned to face Shannon. “Well, there are other ways you can pay,” Mary said, seductively and then bent down to kiss her older sister on the lips.

“It was all a trick to seduce me?” Shannon overacted. “I guess I have no choice but to submit to your vile lusts!”

“So vile!” Mary cackled, kiss down Shannon’s stomach, going lower and lower, her body twisting about. Then she moved her legs, straddling Shannon’s face as Mary dived into her older sister’s pussy. I watched the sisters sixty-nine, moaning in pleasure as they tongued each other’s cunts.

I sucked one of Missy’s nipples into my mouth while my hand gently groped her other, budding breast. Her nipples were a little large than Mary’s and just as sensitive. Missy cooed in delight as I played with the hard nub with my tongue. I kissed over to her other breast, nibbling on her nipple, gently, as my hand slide down her taut stomach and into the sparse patch of downy hair between her legs and the wet hole they guarded.

Missy’s hips rose from the bed as my finger strummed her clit. Then a low gasped escaped her lips as I traced her pussy lips lower until I found the hungry hole between her legs and slipped a finger into her tight cunt. I couldn’t wait to get my cock in her tight little hole. I finger fucked her and watched my fiancee and her sister pleasure each other, rubbing Missy’s hard nipple against my cheek. Shannon had her arms wrapped around Mary’s butt, her finger teasing her asshole.

“Slip it in,” I told Shannon, “she’ll love it.”

Mary gasped and purred as Shannon slipped her finger past Mary’s tight rosebud and started fingering her bowels. “Umm, I love it up the ass. Thanks, hun!”

“I’ll always look out for my filly,” I told her. “I love you.”

“Aww,” she sighed. “Even with your finger up my little sister’s cunt?”

“Even with my dick up her cunt,” I answered, mounting Missy.

Missy’s legs spread willingly for me, her face painted with excitement and nervousness. Her eyes were glued to my hard cock. I knew I was bigger than Damien, but he was only sixteen, and may still grow a bit bigger. I placed the cock at the entrance of her cunt and slowly slid forward.

“Oh, wow!” Missy moaned. “Hmm, that’s big.” Her cunt gave way to my cock, gripping it in velvety tightness, and I kept sliding in until I was all the way in her.

“Your cunt feels nice,” I told her as I slowly fucked. “Tight and silky.”

Missy moaned beneath me. “This feels nicer than with Damien,” she whispered.

“I bet he just stuck it in you,” I told her. “Didn’t get you ready?”

“No,” Missy admitted. “We really didn’t know what we were doing.”

“Well, don’t fret, Desiree is showing him all the way to please a woman,” I told her.

Her cunt tightened and a flash of jealousy crossed her face. “The big-titted slut?” she gasped. “He always drools over big tits.”

“He’s young, he hasn’t learned to appreciate all the different shapes and sizes breasts come in,” I told her. “And yours our quite lovely.”

“But what if he…likes Desiree more than me?” she suddenly asked. God, she was ruining the mood with her blathering about her boyfriend.

“Do you love him?” I asked her, whispering in her ear. My balls were slapping against her ass as I picked up the speed of our fucking.

“Yes,” she answered. “I want to marry him and have his babies and live together in a big house.”

“I can make it so he loves you forever and never leaves you.”

“Really!” she gasped. Her hips were starting to move beneath me and the pitch of her voice was growing higher as the pleasure of our fucking was coursing through her body. “Yes, I would love that!”

“Missy, you love Damien with all your heart forever and ever,” I whispered.

“Oh, yes, I do,” she moaned. “My sweet Damien!” Her cunt was spasming on my cock. “Yes, yes, my Damien!”

I fucked her harder, enjoying her tight cunt milking my cock as she came. Her lips were kissing at my neck, her hips grinding her clit into my pubic bone, striving to reach another sweet orgasm. I grasped a small breast, and squeezed her nipple as I grunted on top of her. Besides me, Mary was moaning her passion into Shannon’s cunt. The bed rocked from the force of my strokes. I was getting so close to my orgasm.

“Here it comes!” I groaned, three more hard slams into her cunt. Her pussy was spasming on my cock again as I bruised her clit with my strokes. And then I exploded into her tight cunt, spilling my seeded into her womb. Christ, I hoped she was on the pill. I’m not sure how Mary would take me knocking up her baby sister.

“Wow,” Missy moaned as I rested on top of her. “I…came twice.”

“Damien’s going to make you cum, next time you’re with him,” I told her. “He was quite the eager student.”

“He’d better,” she giggled, “else I’ll be quite mad at him for cheating on me.”

“What about you cheating on him?” I asked.

Missy glanced at her sisters as they pleasured each other. “Well, we’re all going to be family. So maybe it isn’t cheating, just a new way to express love for each other.”

“They’re really going at it.”

“Yeah,” Missy answered. Shannon and Mary were devouring each other’s cunts like they were dieing of starvation. My cock was hardening again inside Missy’s youthful cunt. “Are you getting hard?” Missy asked.

“Hmm, I am,” I said. “Want to try a different position.”

Missy giggled. “Okay.”

I hugged her and rolled onto my back, lifting her on top of me. “Cowgirl style,” I said. Missy rose up, her budding breasts thrust forward and she timidly started rising up and down. “Good, go a little faster, and try changing your angle.” Missy leaned back a little more. “Feel how my cock’s hitting different spots inside you.”

“Yeah,” Missy said, with a smile.

“You should use this with Damien, it will let you control things a bit better,” I told her. “Make his dick hit the parts of your cunt that feel the best.”

“I will,” Missy panted as she rode me. “I’m going to blow his mind!”

Missy was riding me faster and faster, throwing her head back, her long, strawberry-blonde hair waving wildly as she tossed her head in pleasure. I stroked her belly and then up to her small, apple sized breast. Her small cones were firm, topped with hard nipples that I played with. Her cunt felt amazing as she rode me, sloppy wet from her juices and my first load of cum.

Next to us there was a muffled moan coming from Mary and she writhed on top of her sister. Shannon was cumming a moment later. Mary rolled off her sister and snuggled up against me. Her face was drenched in cunt juices and she kissed me, letting me taste Shannon’s sweet and tangy pussy. When she broke the kiss, Mary asked, “Is my baby sister making your cock feel good.”

“She is, Mare,” I groaned.

“You give him a good ride, babydoll,” Mary ordered.

“Yes, yes, I am!” Missy panted. “Oh wow, I like this position! Jeez, I think, yes, yes, here it comes!” Her tight cunt rippled as she came and she sat down on my cock, breathing deeply.

“You got to keep fucking him,” Shannon said.

“Oh,” Missy gasped, and then started to ride me again.

“Ride him!” Shannon cheered, clapping her hand. “Ride him, cowgirl!” then she whistled.

Missy had a big grin on her race as she bounced fast and hard on me. She raised her arm over her head and pretended she had an imaginary lasso. Mary kissed me a second time, her breasts firm pillows on my chest topped by her hard nipples. My left hand reached out and I cupped a breast. Mary shifted to give me better access, and I played with her nipple. I moaned into Mary’s sweet lips as I flooded her sister’s cunt.

“I want you to fuck Shannon’s ass,” Mary whispered into my ear. Then she set up and pulled Missy off of me and laid her out on the bed. Mary spread her legs, her young cunt gaping open and leaking white cum. Mary bent down and just licked a big gob of cum that had ran down to her ass. Mary then dove into Missy’s sloppy cunt, cleaning her out.

I crawled over both Missy and Mary and onto Shannon. “You going to fuck me, future brother?” Shannon asked with a mischievous grin on her face.

“In the ass,” I told her and rolled her roughly over.

“I’ve never been fucked in the ass,” she said, her confidence vanishing. “George…he always wants to.”

“Do you love him?”

“Yeah, he’s great,” Shannon answered. “And sweet and makes me happy.”

“Then why won’t you make him happy?” I asked, spreading her ass cheeks.

“I…I’m afraid,” she answered, biting her lip. “It’ll hurt.”

“Maybe with me,” I told her. “I’ll break you in for him.”

Shannon gasped in pain and I saw Mary looking up from between Missy’s thigh, a smug look on her face. I remember Mary always complaining about how Shannon bullied her when they were kids. I smiled at Mary and fucked into Shannon’s tight ass hard and drew back and slammed my cock all the way into her bowels.

Shannon grew to enjoy the ass fucking, by the end, and was begging me to cum up her ass. By the time I did, she had already cum once and was working her way to her second orgasm. Her ass was tight and hot and gave me such pleasure as I creamed it. Shannon came a second time as little Missy ate my cum out of her ass while Mary and I watched, cuddling on the bed.

“I think the dinner was a great success,” I told her.

She smiled and kissed me. “I can’t wait for Sunday night, and dinner with your mom,” Mary answered with a naughty smile.

I laughed and heard a my phone chirp. I got up, found my pants and pulled out my phone. “Finally ready to start streaming, hope you can watch *-).” It was from Vivian, the first girl I ever fucked.

When I made my Pact with the Devil, I tried out my powers at a Starbucks. I fucked Vivian, a customer, and both baristas: Cynthia and Mary. I fell in love with Mary and thought Vivian and Cynthia were so cute together, that I ordered them to fall in love and stream their lovemaking. And then forgot all about them.

“Its from Vivian,” I told Mary. “She and Cynthia are about to start streaming.”

“Ohh, let’s watch,” Mary said, excitedly.

I texted back, “Cool, Mare and I and a few others going to watch! *-)” Then, I grabbed my laptop and typed in the link. It was too a streaming site called nasty-girls-live.com. Then I grabbed an HDMI cable and connected my laptop to the TV in the bedroom.

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Travis shot his load into Antsy’s pussy and collapsed on her. Antsy was still wiggling her hips, close to cumming when a loud snore erupted from Travis.

“The asshole passed out,” Antsy moaned. “Help, he’s crushing me!”

I pushed hard and, with some effort, rolled the beef cake off of Antsy. I fell across her in the process, our breasts rubbing together. Antsy stared up at me, her breath quickening, her tongue running pink across her red lips. Electricity ran between us, a force pulling us together, and I bent down and captured her lips in a kiss.

Antsy kissed me back, her tongue slipping into my mouth and we fenced. Her arm wrapped around me, stroking my back as I rubbed my hand up and down her side from hip to breast, her skin silky fire beneath me. I slid my hand across her stomach, and down to her shaved pussy, wet with her desire and Travis’s seed.

“No,” she gasped in protest as my finger slowly stroked her clit. “I’m not a lesbian.”

“Neither am I,” I whispered, kissing her again, rolling her clit beneath my finger. “It’s not gay when you’re drunk,” I lied.

Antsy relaxed and giggled. “Good, cause I’m very drunk.” She kissed me this time, her kiss growing more aggressive as I slipped a finger up inside her cunt. I searched for G-Spot. I needed to get this girl to cum before she sobered up. I needed to preform the Prayer of Avvah.

Her body writhed beneath my ministrations. My finger hooked, stroking the walls of her pussy, searching for that bundle of nerves while my thumb stroked her clit. Her body bucked beneath me and I knew I found the G-Spot and started massaging it.

“Cum for me,” I whispered into her ear, licking her lobe. “Let me hear your beautiful squeals of delight!”

“Uhhh, keep stroking me there,” Antsy moaned, “and I’ll bark like a dog for you!”

I stroked her G-spot harder, rolling her clit beneath my thumb as I sucked at her ear. Her hips were squirming as her orgasm built and built. And then her body went rigid and a strangled gasp escaped her lips.

“Avvah Mark Glassner,” I whispered. “Avvah Mark Glassner.”

Antsy went rigid beneath me, slipping into a trance as the Prayer took effect. And then she slipped out, a lazy smile on her face. “That was nice,” Antsy murmured, and then her eyes closed and passed out.

I sighed in frustration. My pussy was hot and ready and needed to cum and I had two useless drunks passed out in my bed. Guess I’ll have to take care of myself. I slipped my hands down and started playing with my pussy. Mmhh, my fingers felt nice as I strummed my clit with one hand, and plunged two fingers into my cunt with the other. I was one step closer to saving Sister Louise and stopping Mark and his lover. The thought spurred my passion and it wasn’t long before I was cumming loudly.

As I licked my passion off my fingers, I knew with certainty that Good was going to triumph over Evil. My pussy was still itching, and I slid my hands down to give myself a second orgasm, while I fantasized about the look on Mark’s face when he realized he was beaten, that all his Evil works had been undone.

I couldn’t wait!

To be continued…

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Black seductress turns racist white woman community greeter.

Straight White Girls: A Welcoming

Summary: Black seductress turns racist white woman community greeter.

Note 1: This story is part of a series of white women submit to black women stories…although each story stands complete on their own. The first one was Straight White Girls: A Pet Teacher which introduced our black seductress Janet as she seduced her daughter’s teacher…me.

Note 2: Thanks to Robert, Wayne and goamz86 for editing this story.

Note 3: Thanks to Taff who suggested the orginal idea.

0. Prologue
“You bought a house in the Whiteside suburb?” Asked a surprised, but amused Katrina.

“It’s the final frontier,” Janet smiled.

“I suppose so,” Big Rosie chuckled, as she let out a moan.

Janet continued, “It wasn’t easy, but with your inside connections with Governor Daphne Green, that racist committee couldn’t legally prevent the purchase.”

“It’s good to have connections,” Big Rosie laughed. “She loves my pussy.”

“As they all do, isn’t that right, slut Jasmine?” Katrina added.

The white teacher of Janet’s twelfth grade daughter, Bethany, lifted her head from Rosie’s addictive pussy and answered, “Yes, mistresses, all us white sluts love black pussy.”

“What about you, slut Portia?” Katrina questioned.

Another white woman, immaculately dressed, the wife of a rich business man, busy between Janet’s legs, answered, “Of course, Mistress, black pussy is all I want to serve.”

Katrina chuckled, pulling up the blonde eighteen year old cheerleader, “Lastly, what about you our new pussy-pleasing recruit?”

The blonde, a younger version of her mother Portia, her face gleaming with pussy juice stammered, “I-I-I don’t know.”

“Are you our white cunt-licker?” Katrina asked.

“I guess,” the pretty young girl said, clearly nervous, as she glanced to her mother, whose head was buried between a pair of black legs licking away hungrily.

“You guess?” Katrina scolded. “Do you want to keep licking my cunt?”

“Yes,” the blonde admitted instantly, the feeling of pleasing this black woman exhilarating even though she couldn’t explain why. The thought that her racist dad would be mortified by seeing his wife and daughter submitting to the inferior race, his words, somehow enhanced the pleasure of her submission.

“And you want to please me again and again?” Katrina questioned.

“Yes,” the young girl agreed, her gaze returning to the pretty pink pussy between those beautiful black legs.

“Who owns you?” Katrina asked.

The question was confusing at first and she didn’t answer.

Katrina asked, “Slut Portia who owns your mouth, cunt and ass?”

“All black women, of course,” Portia answered as if the question was obvious, looking up from between Janet’s legs and towards her bewildered daughter.

The daughter stared at her mom confused, as Katrina continued, “We expect complete obedience, my pet. We, of course, know what is good for you, don’t we slut Portia?”

“Yes, Mistress, my daughter and I are your willing servants,” the older woman admitted, nodding to her daughter with a firm look of do as you’re told, before adding, “Belinda obey, they are the Mistress race.”

The young blonde looked dazed for a moment, but then the clarity that often comes once a white woman has tasted the addictive black nectar hit her and she turned back to the beautiful black goddess and said, “I am yours, Mistress.”

“Good girl,” Katrina purred, pulling the pretty eighteen year old back between her legs.

Belinda licked with a new hunger and mission, suddenly understanding completely her submissive position, the taste of black pussy something she couldn’t fathom not tasting again now that she had sampled perfection.

Just then Katrina’s daughter Barbara, an eighteen year old beauty, walked in and seeing Belinda gasped, “You got me my arch enemy?”

“Consider it an early Christmas present my dear,” Katrina said.

“This is the best present ever,” Barbara said, looking down at the stuck-up blonde bitch.

She asked, giddy with excitement, so many ideas on what she planned to do with her in her head, “Can I take her upstairs?”

“Of course, my dear, she’s your present; you can take her mother too,” Katrina added.

“You’re the best Mom,” Barbara said, coming over and giving her a big hug.

Katrina pulled the young blonde’s hair lifting her head up and explained, “You have been a very big bitch to my daughter for a long time. That, by the way, is why I went after your mother, not that she was much of a challenge, eagerly munching my cunt the day I met her. You, my pet, will obey my daughter without hesitation.”

Belinda stammered, even though she was mortified to realize that not only had she been caught eating a black girl’s vagina, it was the vagina of the mother of the nerdy girl she picked on at school, “Y-y-yes.”

“You want to eat my nigger cunt?” Barbara asked. “Isn’t that what you called me at school the other day?”

“Yes, Barbara,” Belinda admitted, her racist attitude now seeming so silly. “Please let this white bitch eat your cunt to apologize for being such a bitch.”

“Oh, I am going to have fun with you,” Barbara said, her tone ominous with her naughty intent to completely humiliate the white bitch who had tormented her all throughout high school.

Jasmine, who had made Big Rosie come, had now crawled between Janet’s legs, thankful not to be seen by any of her students other than Janet’s daughter Bethany, as Janet continued, “I think we will have a big house warming just before Christmas.”

“Whiteside isn’t going to know what hit them,” Big Rosie laughed.

As Janet, began grinding her cunt on the eager white teacher, she nodded, “it’s going to be a very, very white Christmas for me.”

“And a very, very, black Christmas for them.” Big Rosie added.

WELCOME TO THE NEIGHBORHOOD

Moving into the new community felt like the ending of segregation of southern schools in the 1960’s and 1970’s.

Every set of white eyes watching the black family was judging with a preconceived notion of who they were. Ignoring the reality that the Jones were a very successful family, more successful than almost every white family in this walled community.

Mr. David Jones was a CEO of one of the biggest telecommunications companies and was well respected in the business community, yet here in the gated community of Whiteside he was a threat to a way of life that had to be protected at all costs.

Janet was prepared for the looks she would get of disdain, bitterness and pure racial hatred, yet the thought of turning some of the richest whitest bitches in America into her submissive playthings was her greatest challenge yet. Her daughter, Bethany, although just eighteen had also learned the alluring power she had over white girls and women when the power struggle confrontation took place.

Janet had taught her daughter that the majority of white women lived in a world of denial…following society’s silly rules of uppity pretentiousness and thus never coming to grips with their own sexuality. And although there were exceptions to the rule, most white women were submissive and desperately looking for someone to guide them into the world of sexual obedience…even if they didn’t realize it.

Janet believed the more taboo the submission the more powerful and nothing was more taboo than lesbian submission for a white than with a black woman…racism was alive and well in 2014 and thus the greatest taboo.

She also noticed white women in power (either via their jobs or as wealthy wives) are the most vulnerable to the undeniable allure of a seductive black woman. Living the life of high society and false perfection was always too much to keep up and letting loose sexually by giving in completely to another person, particularly something naughty and sinister, like a black woman was almost impossible to resist once it was presented.

Bethany reflected on her first seduction, her Chemistry teacher, Mrs. Currie. She had simply followed her mother’s advice and aggressively verbally assaulted her second favourite white teacher, her mother already having seduced her favourite, Mrs. Walker, at parent-teacher interviews. Her mom confidently predicted that although Mrs. Currie was very proper, sweet and firm, underneath that tough exterior was a submissive who would obey, after a weak pathetic moral resistance. As usual, her mom was correct and Mrs. Currie submitted with very little resistance and Bethany had her teacher licking her cunt in her classroom almost daily the rest of the first semester.

Bethany was both excited about the possibility of new white women and girls to Domme, but also full of trepidation of being the only black teenager in the neighbourhood.

Janet was only excited. She loved the challenge and couldn’t wait to start turning these white bitches…as it was the season of giving after all…and she was going to give these women a whole new outlook on life one stuck-up racist bitch at a time.

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Tamara Adler, head of the welcoming committee, reluctantly brought over a welcome package to the new residents. She wasn’t happy at all about a black family moving in, but she wasn’t going to show that side of herself as she greeted them into the close knit community.

The immaculately dressed white woman knocked on the door and was surprised when a white woman in her thirties, opened the door, dressed in a maid’s outfit with a skirt so short the top of her black thigh high stockings were in view.

Tamara stammered, “Is the lady of the house here?”

“Yes, ma’am,” the very pretty redheaded maid answered, “Please come in.”

Tamara walked in curiously and watched the maid go into the living room and say, “Mistress Jones, you have a guest.”

“Please bring her in,” Janet said.

“Of course, Mistress,” the maid replied before returning to the stunned blonde and offering, “Please follow me ma’am.”

Tamara couldn’t believe that this black family had a white maid or that the beautiful white woman would dress so inappropriately and call a black women mistress. Tamara followed and was surprised again when she finally saw the new tenant of 243 Parkway Road. She was very pretty, dressed elegantly, with her feet being massaged by another white woman, this girl much younger, maybe twenty, dressed identically to the redheaded maid.

Janet snapped her fingers and the young brunette stopped instantly, stood up and awaited further orders.

Janet slipped her feet into four inch heels which had her towering over her maid and new guest. She walked over to the white woman, her next prey, and said, “Hi, I’m Janet Jones.”

Tamara was still trying to get her head around the black woman having white servants (although Tamara had three black servants herself) as she stammered, out of her element, “H-h-hi, I am Tamara Adler and I’m part of the welcoming committee.”

“How lovely,” Janet smiled, assessing the fake-titted blonde.

“Here you go,” Tamara said, handing the black woman the expensive package.

“Thank you,” Janet said, snapping her fingers as the young brunette quickly came and took the package.

Tamara, still in awe of the pretentious black woman and the fact that she had white servants, was speechless.

“Come sit down and have a coffee,” Janet said smiling.

“No, no, that is okay,” Tamara insisted.

“Oh, I insist,” Janet said, “it is the least I can do. Turning to the redhead she ordered, “Please bring us coffee and biscuits.”

“Right away, Mistress,” the redhead nodded and disappeared into the kitchen.

“Please sit,” Janet offered politely, but yet with a tone that implied it wasn’t a suggestion.

Although she wanted to leave, Tamara felt inclined to stay even though she couldn’t explain why.

“So, what do you do for a living?” Janet asked, sitting back down herself.

“I don’t work,” Tamara admitted, adding, “very few of us do in this community. That said, we have a very active female community.”

“How so?” Janet asked, curious to find out more about this white community so she could bring it down and knowing that soon indeed there would be lots more female activity.

Tamara answered, “PTA meetings, charity fundraisers, bridge afternoons and so forth.”
“Sounds like fun,” Janet smiled.

The redheaded maid returned with a tray with coffee and biscuits.

“How do you like your coffee, Tamara?” Janet asked.

“It’s Mrs. Adler,” Tamara corrected, before saying, “Just black please.”

“A very good choice, Tamara,” Janet smiled, ignoring the white woman’s early correction and playing on her coffee preference which would soon be her sexual cunt munching preference.

“Barbie, please pour my guest her coffee?” Janet ordered.

“Of course, Mistress,” the redheaded maid agreed, pouring a cup of black coffee.

Tamara couldn’t believe the maid’s name was Barbie.

Returning to the conversation, Janet said, “So it sounds like you ladies have a lot of fun.”

Tamara, realizing she had told her too much, not wanting the black woman to actually think she could be a part of this female society, said, “Oh, it is pretty bland most of the time.”

“Oh, I bet I can liven it up with a bit of color,” Janet quipped, playfully.

Tamara warned, deciding it was time, “I suggest you be careful. There is a long history here.”

“How so?” Janet asked, wanting to hear Tamara say it.

Tamara sighed, not wanting to speak about the elephant in the room. “It’s just some people here are still living in the past.”

“You mean because I’m black,” Janet asked bluntly.

“Yes,” Tamara admitted. “Some here are quite unhappy that you have moved into our community.”

“Well that is disappointing,” Janet said, before asking, her tone implying disappointment, “Are you one of those?”

Tamara stammered suddenly feeling uncomfortable, “N-n-no.”

“You sure?” Janet asked.

Tamara couldn’t believe this woman, this black woman, would dare speak to question her so rudely. “This is ridiculous.”

“What is ridiculous is white women thinking they are better than other races,” Janet said.

“I don’t think that,” Tamara said, even though that was what she had always thought, yet until now she had never spent this much time face to face with a woman of colour who wasn’t a servant of hers or a friends.

“Is that so?” Janet asked.

“Yes,” Tamara said, trying to stand firm.

“Do you have maids?” Janet questioned.

“Of course,” Tamara answered.

“Are they white?” Janet asked.

“No,” Tamara admitted.

“Why not?” Janet asked.

“Because that is not how the social hierarchy works?” Tamara boldly answered, wanting to make it clear how this white community ran.

“And how does it work?” Janet asked.

“You know how it works,” Tamara countered, not backing down.

“Oh please share, I am just a dumb nigger,” Janet sarcastically said standing up.

“Don’t put words in my mouth,” Tamara said, standing up too. “You have white maids which makes you just as racist as me.”

Janet laughed, attempting to clarify, “My maids are servants to their sin.”

“Excuse me?” Tamara asked, the words not making sense.

“As you will soon be too,” Janet foreshadowed, as she walked directly to the white woman.

“This whole conversation is ridiculous,” Tamara said, as she began to leave.

“Stop,” Janet ordered.

Tamara surprisingly felt compelled to obey and stopped.

Janet moved in front of the nervous blonde again and asked, “Are you hungry?”

Tamara said, sensing something was amiss, “I should get going.”

Janet, staring her down with her hypnotic chocolate eyes, repeated, “I asked you a simple question, are you hungry?”

“A little, it’s close to lunch,” Tamara answered, feeling obliged to answer this strong willed pretentious woman.

“Well then you should stay for lunch,” Janet concluded logically.

“I really have to go,” Tamara said, feeling completely uncomfortable around this tall, beautiful woman. ‘Did I just think of her as beautiful?’ She thought to herself.

“Yes, you do need to go somewhere,” Janet nodded, before adding, her tone firm, “On your knees.”

“Excuse me,” Tamara gasped, stunned by the words of the black woman.

Janet loved seeing the look of a white woman when the true expectation she was giving was first spoken. The look of shock was always utterly hilarious.

“On…your…knees,” Janet said, speaking slower, her sarcastic tone obvious.

“I have never,” Tamara said insulted, yet not moving away like she theoretically should.

“Never what? Eaten black pussy?” Janet smugly said.

“Stop this instant,” Tamara said, as Janet put her hands on the white woman’s shoulders.

“You already know how this is going to end,” Janet smiled confidently, before adding, “you can not deny your DNA.”

“You are just talking nonsense,” Tamara said, although she couldn’t seem to move away from this black woman and her confident seductive pull.

“Am I?” Janet asked. “I bet if I put my hand under your designer dress your pretty little white box is soaked and begging for attention.”

“That is just downright ludicrous,” a defiant Tamara firmly replied, even as she realized the black woman was completely right, her panties were drenched.

“Is it?” Janet laughed. “Barbie please check if Mrs. Adler’s cunt is wet.”

“You will do no such thing,” Tamara threatened, as the redheaded maid walked towards her.

“Don’t you dare move, my pet. If I am wrong I will apologize and we will never talk about this again. Actually, if your cunt isn’t wet I will sell this house and let this neighbourhood return to its 1950s idyllic backwards white utopia,” Janet said, her tone firm, and so confident in her words she was willing to risk everything.

Tamara wanted to protest, frustrated that her body had betrayed her so badly. She could have stopped this whole silly black infestation if she were dry down below, but she wasn’t, not at all. She watched helplessly, mortified by her weakness, as the redhead dropped to her knees, moved her head under Tamara’s dress and touched her wetness.

Tamara let out a soft moan at the surprise touch.

Still under the dress, the redhead announced, “Her panties are soaking wet, Mistress.”

“Thank you, Barbie,” Janet said, as she went to a tree and grabbed a candy cane.

Unwrapping it, she put it in her mouth, before saying, “You may return to your other duties.”

“Of course, Mistress,” the maid obeyed, moving out from underneath the stunned white woman.

Tamara stammered, “I-I-I need to go.”

“You need to get on your knees,” Janet said firmly, her hands going back to her shoulders and gently pushing down the white women.

Tamara tried to resist, but the magnetic pull to the floor was impossible to deny and she felt her body lowering. She couldn’t understand it; she was not a lesbian; she disliked black people on principle; yet, she was obeying like a slave. “Please, don’t,” Tamara weakly protested.

“Don’t what?” Janet asked, looking down at her dazed prey.

“I don’t, I am not, I can’t,” Tamara tried to explain but her brain was clouded, as the black woman lifted up her skirt and revealed a shaved pussy.

“I can see the hunger in your eyes, Tamara,” Janet assessed, looking down at her newest conquest. “Your mind is protesting, your morals are screaming at you, but your body, your body is in control. Your mouth is watering isn’t it?”

Frustration riddled her. Everything Tamara said was a hundred percent correct. She knew this was wrong, that her daddy and husband would be mortified and disown her if they could see her at this moment, yet her body betrayed her and her mouth did water at the appetizing vagina in front of her. “Yes,” she whispered meeker than a mouse.

“Yes, what?” Janet asked, loving this moment. The moment of admittance when the pretentious white bitch accepts and declares her new reality. The look in the white woman’s eyes, one of confusion and insatiable lust, was always amusing.

Tamara hated being made to say the words; she understood this black woman was playing a psychological game, yet the black pussy, just inches from her face, an odd, intriguing aroma lingering had her mind a muddled mess. She answered, still rather quietly, “Yes, my mouth is watering.”

“What are you hungry for?” Janet asked, revelling in the final moments before another successful conversion transpired.

“To-to-to taste you,” the overwhelmed, ashamed white woman answered, not even believing the words coming out of her mouth.

“To taste my what?” Janet asked, moving the candy cane to her pussy and sliding it between her pussy lips.

The only thing worse than the reality that she was on her knees in front of this black woman, was the fact that the black woman was teasing her so much, clearly amused at the position she had put her in. Yet, again, the words out of her mouth only enhanced her obedience, her submission, “Your vagina.”

Janet scoffed, sliding the end of the candy cane inside her. “My vagina? I have a pussy, a cunt, use adult words, my pet.”

Hearing herself be referred to as a ‘pet’ only compounded the intense shame cascading through her. She was nobody’s pet. Suddenly feeling a rush of strength, she stood up and said those exact words, “I’m nobody’s pet.”

Janet put the candy cane that had just been between her pussy lips to the defiant white bitch’s lips. “Just a sample, my pet,” she purred, not rattled at all by the sudden strength. She had often seen the brief moment of stubborn denial at different points of a seduction and yet almost, without fail, the resistance was short lived…this one shorter than usual.

Tamara absentmindedly opened her mouth and took the candy cane in her mouth. She tasted just the slight remnants of Janet’s wetness. The taste was indescribable. For a woman who lived a decadent life in all ways including food, this was an exotic taste unlike anything she had ever tasted. She immediately wanted to taste more, so much so she didn’t realize she was bobbing on the candy cane slowly.

Janet quipped, “It tastes a lot better from the source, my pet.”

Tamara felt the burn of shame, yet without further instruction, without any guidance, she returned to the floor, back on her knees.

Janet, tugged her skirt off, sat back down on a chair, and said, “I almost should make you wait for such defiance. There is no shortage of white bitches willing to beg to taste my delicacy. Barbie here used to be a police officer before pulling me over for speeding; Mercedes, who you also briefly met, was valedictorian of her school and on a full scholarship to Harvard before deciding to give all that up to be in her natural environment, on her knees serving blacks.”

Tamara couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Yet, she also couldn’t believe that as she sat on her knees, now a few feet from black pussy, that she too would be willing to give up almost anything for the privileged to taste black pussy.

Janet moved her fingers to her pussy lips and spread them open. She asked the white woman on her knees, “What do you see between my pussy lips, my pet?”

“Perfection,” Tamara answered, in a hypnotic trance.

Janet laughed, “That’s a better answer than I was actually expecting. What colour do you see?”

“Pink,” Tamara answered, her eyes never leaving the perfect pussy.

“Exactly, my pet,” Janet nodded, “you see underneath the black or white is pink, a perfect pink pussy that you are dying to taste aren’t you, Mrs. Adler?”

Hearing her last name again was another reminder of who she really was. A wealthy white woman, married to a very influential white man, with two exceptional white children. She had a massive house, servants, four cars, a summer house in the Hamptons, she was living every white woman’s dream. Yet, all that seemed trivial and inconsequential in comparison to what she wanted now. “Yes, I’m dying to taste your pussy.”

“My black cunt?” Janet questioned.

Not hesitating, her need to taste her overriding everything else, the white woman answered, “Yes, your black cunt.”

“And you’re my whit bitch?” Janet continued.

“Yes, dammit, now please, let this white bitch please you,” she begged, clearly frustrated.

“You will be my slave?” Janet asked, to clarify, her finger now slowly pumping in and out of her cunt.

Another derogatory term, another shot at the racial differences between them…to history…yet at the moment she was a slave, a slave to her desire, her craving, her hunger. She didn’t want to say it, she understood exactly what Janet was doing, yet the words easily rolled off her tongue, the reality of the moment controlling her body before and now her mind. “Yes, I’ll be your slave.”

“And that makes me?” Janet continued, knowing the end was near, the completely utter submission only seconds away,

Already acknowledging she was a slave, the word ‘Mistress’ was rather easy to say. “You’re my Mistress,” the white submissive declared.

“Your black Mistress,” Janet questioned, one more time, her own pussy getting very wet with the anticipation of having another white bitch between her legs. There was something so enthralling, so exhilarating, so cathartic about the climactic moment of submission.

Frustrated with the delay, the anticipation driving her nuts, the brief taste seeming like an eternity ago, she answered, letting it all go, desperate to please the black woman and finally be allowed to taste her pussy (the ridiculous reality of being allowed ludicrous), “Yes, you’re my black Mistress and I your white slave.”

“Crawl,” Janet ordered, watching with a broad smile, knowing a few of the installed cameras had filmed the entire submission of the white bitch. The video was filmed mostly for her enjoyment, but also to show to her husband, her daughter, her friends and, in rare cases, as blackmail if the white submissive ever tried to be a problem (that was rare but had occurred a couple of times).

Tamara felt a rush of excitement cascade through her at the words that finally gave her permission to be subservient, as she suddenly craved to be. Her body moved towards the black woman and soon she was directly in front of her.

“Suck on my toes,” Janet ordered, as she crossed her legs to have her left foot dangling.

This was not the task Tamara was anticipating, yet she obeyed the humiliating task as she took the foot in her hand and took the small pinkie in her mouth. Although the task was menial and monotonous, it somehow turned her on. She moved to each toe until the first foot was done.

Tamara switched legs and watched as the white pet wordlessly continued the foot attention.

Once she was done with the last toe, she awaited further instruction, like a child who has just finished a chore.

“What do you want now?” Janet asked.

“To eat your beautiful black box,” Tamara bluntly answered, liking the alliteration.

“I have a box now?” Janet questioned.

“Sorry, Mistress, I meant pussy,” Tamara quickly apologized.

Janet laughed, “No, box is good and since you too have been good, you can have a lengthy lapping at my black box.”

Hearing the words she was dying to hear, her mouth dry, she didn’t hesitate as she buried her face between the black woman’s legs. The taste was better than Egg Nog and rum her favourite Christmas drink. It was even more exotic and intoxicating than the lingering scent and the brief taste she had sampled on the candy cane. Her appetite whetted, the white mother of two began lapping hungrily, unable to get enough of the forbidden fruit…wanting to taste the full explosion of flavour by getting the black woman off.

Janet watched as the strong-willed white woman became a submissive like so many before her. It never got old seeing a white woman, especially a white racist woman, shift from defiant to submissive. Like most white rookie pussy pleasers, she was sloppy. But watching her lap hungrily between her legs, moving from tentative to eager the longer she lapped away was always exhilarating. She moaned, “Do you want to taste my cum, slut.”

Being called a ‘slut’ was another slap to the face for Tamara, yet at the moment she was a slut, a slut for black pussy, a slut for black pussy juice. The only thing that mattered now was getting more of this intoxicating taste. She answered, between licks, “Yes, Mistress.”

“Beg,” Janet ordered, loving watching a white woman between her legs begging for the privileged to lick her.

Long past humiliation, Tamara didn’t hesitate, talking dirty like she never did with her husband, “Please, Mistress, come all over my white face. Let me taste your delicious cunt cum.”

“You understand that this isn’t a one-time submission,” Janet continued, rubbing her pussy lips in front of her new white pet. “I expect complete obedience. If I need you, I will call you. If I call you, you will meet me when and where no matter what, is that understood?”

That expectation petrified Tamara instantly, at the thought that her children or husband would find out about her new predicament; yet, the expectation also made her cunt gush at the thought she could taste this heaven again. So, like every other time today since she first broke, she said exactly the words Janet wanted to say, even going further than requested, “Yes, Mistress, I’m your twenty-four hour on call cunt eating slave.”

“Mmmmmm,” Janet moaned, grabbing the pet’s head and pulling it deeper inside her box. Close, she ground her cunt up and down on the pretty white wife’s face, wanting to completely make a mess of her perfectly made up face, which had probably taken her an hour to do.

Tamara felt like she was in college again, when she had a boyfriend who would grab her head and fuck her face with his cock…completely helpless and just a vessel of pleasure. Often during those times, she wouldn’t get any reciprocation as he would shoot his cum down her throat and then leave. It was a strange relationship that she had to end because she was way too addicted to the need to please him, to obey him, even though he didn’t treat her well. The next man she met was her husband and he was a complete gentleman. She just licked as best she could as Janet used her face for her own personal pleasure. She wanted to taste what cunt cum tasted like, she wanted to feel it flood out of Janet’s cunt and onto her lips and face.

Janet was incredibly close as she grounded her cunt all over her new pet and finally she rewarded her with an excessive amount of her pussy juice as the first squirt coated her pet’s face. Janet was a squirter and came more than most woman, something that seemed to make her many pets very happy.

As the wetness coated her, Tamara couldn’t believe just how good it felt, how amazing it tasted, as if she was being baptized into submission…christened a slut. For a very good, loyal church goer, these thoughts were even more taboo than what she had just done, yet they were the thoughts that popped into her head, and the incredible dampness in her panties and tingling in her cunt agreed.

As Janet let go of her head, Tamara remained in position, eagerly lapping up the perfect pussy flavour, wanting to be the perfect pussy pleaser. She couldn’t get enough of the cunt cum and she didn’t want this crazy out of the ordinary, out of character moment to end.

Spent, and the eager licking making her need to pee, Janet pushed her pet away and asked, “Does my new slut want to come?”

“God, yes,” she answered instantly.

Her new pet’s insatiable hunger and cunt cum covered face was adorable as Janet ordered, “Stand up.”

Tamara obeyed.

“Take off your skirt.”

Tamara obeyed, her hands trembling as she had only been naked in front of her husband for the past two decades.

Once the skirt was off, Janet sighed, “Pantyhose, really? Good white sluts wear thigh high stockings or a garterbelt and stockings for easy access to their fuck holes.”

The term fuck holes, being plural, startled Tamara as she had never allowed anyone to use her back door, but she again nodded, “Of course, Mistress, I will purchase some immediately.”

“Good pet,” Janet nodded, before ordering, “take off your heels, pantyhose and panties.

Again Tamara obeyed, her incredible need to obey to come overriding all else.

“A shaved cunt,” Janet nodded approvingly, “good girl.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” Tamara replied, oddly happy her Mistress approved and thankful for the Brazilian she received just last week.

“Barbie,” Janet called out.

Tamara felt a rush of shame at being seen so vulnerable, ironic after what she had just done, but still how she felt.

“Yes, Mistress,” Barbie asked, coming back into the room.

“Can you get Big Billy for me?” Janet requested.

Tamara instantly wondered what Big Billy was, assuming It was some sort of toy.

“Of course,” Barbie nodded with a smile.

Janet explained, “Barbie isn’t her real name, it’s actually Barbara. But once you become a pet, I think you need a simpler name, one that is more appropriate for a bimbo slut, don’t you think?”

Tamara’s shame came flooding back at being talked down to, even though she had been talked done to for the past half hour. “I guess,” she weakly agreed.

“So, starting now, you will be Tammi, with a I,” Janet decided.

Tamara’s face burned with shame at the name change, yet she nodded, “Yes, Mistress.”

Barbie returned with a long black cock and Janet ordered, “On the wall over there, Barbie.”

“Of course, Mistress,” Barbie nodded, moving to the wall, licking the suction cup of the nine inch plastic fuck toy and placing it firmly on the wall.

Tamara gasped at the length of it, almost double her husband and twice as thick.

Janet ordered, seeing the shocked look on her pet’s face, and said, “I assume Big Billy is bigger than your husband.”

“Way bigger,” Tamara revealed without thinking, wondering how it would possibly fit inside her.

“I assumed so,” Janet smiled, before adding, “Go fuck yourself, Tammi.”

Tamara was expecting such words, her cunt was burning for such attention, but actually doing the act was something else.

Janet said, “Now or never, Tammi. I have an appointment I have to leave for in a few minutes.”

Tamara, became Tammi completely, as she moved to the wall dropped to her knees, backed up and took the big black cock inside her pussy. “Ohhhhhh, God,” she moaned, as the black cock widened her rarely fucked cunt much wider than ever before.

“Take it all in that white box, Tammi,” Janet ordered.

“It’s so biiiiiig,” Tammi moaned, as she kept taking more inside her.

“White sluts cunts need to be trained to take real big black cocks inside them,” Janet said, knowing her husband would love to fuck this white slut with his ten inch cock.

“Okaaaaay,” Tammi moaned, her body feeling intense euphoria already as she took most of the cock inside her.

“All nine inches, Tammi. I want all nine inches in that slut box of yours,” Janet repeated, before she added, “Barbie, please go and get me my black thigh highs.”

“Of course, Mistress,” Barbie nodded, again leaving.

Tammi finally had all nine inches inside her a couple of minutes later, and couldn’t believe she could fit it all inside her thin frame. Once full, her need to come driving her mad, she began bouncing back and forth on the black fuck stick like the slut she had just become…recalling her pre-husband days.

Janet smiled as she watched the white bitch fuck herself, her dignity left on the floor with her clothing.

Tammi’s breathing began to increase as she fucked herself with all nine inches, loving just how good it felt to be filled so entirely…she couldn’t fathom that she used to reach orgasm with much smaller dicks.

Janet asked, “Like Big Billy?”

“Fuuuuuck, yes,” she moaned, as her orgasm continued to rise.

Barbie returned and wordlessly slid the silky thigh high nylons up her Mistress’s legs, her own mouth-watering at the beautiful black pussy so close to her.

“Don’t come without permission, Tammi,” Janet warned.

“So clossssse, Mistress,” Tammi moaned, “Please may I come.”

“Who should I add next to my white slut group?” Janet asked.

“I don’t knoooow,” Tammi moaned, not liking the question she was just asked.

“Stop!” Janet ordered.

“Please, noooooo,” Tammi moaned, even as she obeyed the order, already trained into complete obedience.

“Suck the cock, slut,” Janet ordered, as Barbie finished the first stocking.

Tammi frustrated by the denial of her long resisted orgasm, obeyed as she moved forward and the beautiful fuck toy slipped out of her, she turned around and took the cock, dripping with her own wetness, into her mouth.

“You can come as soon as you tell me who you want me to take next,” Janet repeated, as Barbie slid the second stocking up her leg.

Tammi sucked on the plastic cock, humiliated and yet turned on, as she pondered the question. Immediately, Carolyn popped into her head. She was her neighbour and a bitch who thought she was better than the rest because she was a minor television celebrity from the reality TV show Big Brother.

Wanting the cock back in her cunt, Tammi said, “Carolyn Carter would make a great slut.”

Janet smiled and asked, remembering that name from a couple of years ago, “The Big Brother bitch?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Tammi nodded, “she moved here after winning that money.”

“Delicious,” Janet nodded, “you may fuck that white hole of yours.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” Tammi eagerly said absurdly, appreciating permission to fuck herself on a black wall cock. She quickly turned back around and impaled herself on the beautiful cock. Fuuuuuuck,” she screamed, the pleasure instantly coming back.

“Go ahead, Barbie, you may retrieve your reward,” Janet offered, as she patted her legs to offer the ex-policewoman the privilege of licking her pussy.

“Thank you, Mistress,” Barbie responded, excited to get to taste her Mistress, something she could never get enough of.

Tammi looked up and watched another white woman eat Janet and couldn’t believe the rush of jealousy that hit her. She wanted to be between those legs again, which somehow seemed even sexier in the thigh high stockings.

“Come, Tammi, come thinking of bringing me Carolyn,” Janet ordered.

“Oh yes, fuck,” Tammi moaned, the visual of that bitch being put in her place stimulating.

“Now, whore, come like the white cunt licking slave you are,” Janet demanded firmly, as she softly put her hands through Barbie’s hair.

“Yessssssss, Mistress,” Tammi moaned, slamming her body back on the big black cock until the inevitable finally happened and the long refused orgasm finally hit her like a ton of bricks. “I’m comiiiiiiing,” she screamed. Her whole body collapsed forward as the ultimate pulses of pleasure raptured her entire being from her toes to the hairs on her head.

Janet smiled, “Another one bites the dust.”

Barbie, between licks, added, “As they all do, Mistress.”

Janet nodded, as Barbie continued to use her experienced tongue on her.

Tammi lay on the floor, her body trembling, like the continual aftershocks of an earthquake. She couldn’t believe how intense the pleasure was, how she had obeyed the ludicrous demands of this black stranger.

Barbie gave Janet a much smaller orgasm before Janet said, “I need to get going. Barbie, you may have Tammi eat you if you wish.”

Tammi looked up, surprised by the offer, being treated like she had no say.

“Thank you, Mistress, I will train her to be a great cunt muncher,” Barbie said, as she walked over to the new white pet, flipped her roughly onto her back and straddled her face.

Completely spent, Tammi couldn’t fight her off if she tried, plus she wouldn’t disobey Janet after all that had transpired today. Instead, she began licking her second pussy of the hour.

Janet said, as she slipped into her heels, “Tammi, you will not come until you bring me Carolyn. Once you do, you will be rewarded very generously.”

Tammi mumbled, “Yes, Mistress,” as she continued licking Barbie’s pussy, pondering how she was going to accomplish the task her beautiful black mistress just ordered.

Smiling, Janet left the two white pets to play as she headed out to meet up with her posse to share her most recent conquest with them.

The End for now

Coming someday:
Straight White Girls: An Inducing (Janet sets her eyes on one of her neighbours…who just happens to be nine month pregnant)

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A newly divorced daughter returns to the shelter of her LOVING family

Tanya’s Homecumming
by BrettJ © 2010

Timothy Tate was waiting impatiently at the airport for his daughter’s plane to arrive. He was feeling mixed emotions about seeing her again. Eagerness to see Tanya, happiness about her moving back home and anger over the circumstances that had led to her return.

Tanya had moved to California with her fianc? years ago, over her parent’s strenuous objections. Neither Timothy nor his wife Aneta had liked Carlos very much. Their daughter Paris put it succinctly. “He’s an overly macho, overbearing jerk, even if he does have a big cock!” 15-year old Paris had snarled.

“Just how do you know that, young lady?” Aneta grilled her youngest daughter.

“We all went to the beach when they were visiting last summer and the swim trunks he was wearing didn’t hide much,” Paris told her mother. “I’m sure it’s nice to be fucked by a cock that size, but it’s not a good reason to marry someone.”

Aneta sighed. Paris always had a blunt way of putting things, but the younger girl had a nasty habit of being right. A year after she made that statement, Tanya had called and said the marriage was coming to an end and she was moving back to Florida. She refused to say why, simply stating “Great fianc?lousy husband.”

Paris was thrilled to see her much-older sister. Aneta had been a successful career woman when she learned she was pregnant with Paris and she wasn’t quite sure what to do. As far as Tanya was concerned, it was a no-brainer. The plucky little 13-year old had always wanted a sibling, so she went to all of the classes at school she could take to learn about babies, she babysat, she changed diapers, she did whatever necessary to alleviate some of the burden on her mother’s shoulders. Paris had been inconsolable when Tanya moved away and had sulked for weeks.

Timothy nearly didn’t recognize Tanya when she walked towards him and gave him a big hug. She was now blonde and very tanned, plus there were two things that hadn’t been there the last time he had seen her. Tanya saw them all staring and laughed.

“Oh, the girls … yeah. I thought bigger tits might save my marriage, but nope. He was still a jerk, but they did a nice job and I’ve been working out to get the curves to go with ‘em. Let’s go home everybody, I’m tired and hungry.” Tanya grinned, hugging a teary-eyed Paris again.

Aneta had prepared an overly-lavish meal for her daughter’s return. “What’s the point of being a caterer if you can’t indulge your family every once in a while?” The attractive brunette smiled warmly. Tanya enjoyed every mouthful and as she looked at her parents, it was hard to believe they’d been together for over 30 years, since both were 16. They had married at 18, over the objections of Timothy’s parents, but Timothy worked hard and now owned 3 Automotive Dealerships. Once he’d bought his first, he backed Aneta financially as she set up her Catering Business. Both of them were nearing their 50’s, but living healthy, looked much younger. The only one that seemed to look older was Paris, Tanya thought. Her baby sister hadn’t had that body when she’d seen her last summer. She was glad Carlos wasn’t around anymore; the cheating motherfucker wouldn’t have been able to resist sniffing around Paris.

The following afternoon, the two sisters were lounging around the pool, sipping some OJ. Paris couldn’t help staring at her sister’s new body, her physique and new chest were just impossible to ignore. “How any man could be crazy enough to give up someone as hot as you is beyond me, sis,” Paris complimented her.

Tanya grinned. “Thanks. I can honestly say the problem wasn’t our sex life, that man could fuck for hours.” Tanya thought it was quite enjoyable to be able to have an adult conversation with her sister. “The problem with our marriage was that all of those hours weren’t mine.”

“Ouch,” Paris winced. “What a shit.” She leaned forward and whispered “Tell me something. Does Carlos have a big cock? Is he as big as Daddy?”

Tanya was surprised that her sister could be so forward, but she was a young woman now. “Yes, Carlos is well-hung, it’s one of the reasons I married him. But how would you know about Daddy’s cock?”

“Oh, I’ve seen Daddy’s cock lots of times,” Paris said coolly. “Daddy’s got a really big one.”

“I – I don’t believe you,” Tanya said, somewhat unnerved by this latest revelation.

“It’s true.” Paris leaned in close again and whispered “I’ve also had Daddy’s cock in my mouth and in my pussy. Daddy loves fucking me. He says I’m almost as good as Mom.”

Tanya nearly choked on her drink. “You – you can’t be serious? You’re fucking Daddy? Dear Lord, does Mom know? She’ll fucking KILL you.”

“Mom knows, sometimes, she’s there with us. I’ve made it with her too, lots of times,” Paris took another sip of her drink. She was enjoying shocking the normally-unflappable Tanya.

“Now I know you’re shitting me,” Tanya told her sister. “There is NO way Mom would condone you fucking Daddy and there is NO way Mom would make it with a girl. She’s not a lesbian.”

“Neither am I, I’m bi. Listen, you remember our old neighbors, the Callahans?” Paris asked.

“Sure, of course.”

“Well, before they moved away when Mr. Callahan got a new job, they were out with Mom and Dad and they all got a bit blitzed. Rebecca Callahan confessed that she’d always wanted to make it with Daddy and Jon Callahan said he’d always been attracted to Mommy’s dark beauty. Turns out the Callahans are swingers and had been for years,” Paris said.

“Holy shit,” Tanya said, her eyes never leaving her sister’s. “Keep talking, this is all absolutely unbelievable.”

“There’s a lot more to the story,” Paris smiled. “Rebecca got her wish; Daddy was just drunk and horny enough to fuck her. He says she’s a real redhead too and a nasty, hot fuck. Mom figured if Dad could do it, she could do it and she told me that Jon isn’t circumcised and it was really weird fucking a guy like that.”

“Oh, my God,” Tanya said, still finding it hard to believe Paris was telling her all this.

“It isn’t over yet,” Paris grinned. “Mom and Dad went over to their house a few nights later and both of their kids were home. Heather Callahan and her Mom double-teamed Daddy while Jon and Matt Callahan fucked Mom. Then all of the women put on a show for the men and Mom got her first taste of pussy. She was hooked and I know she really digs Heather, because they E-Mail each other all the time and even have Phone Sex. Our parents were sponsored into the Swing Club by the Callahans before they moved and they’ve been having fun with me since shortly after that.”

Tanya found it hard to believe all the things her sister had been telling her until Aneta walked out to the pool in a swimsuit she wouldn’t have worn a year earlier. It was the skimpiest thing Tanya had ever seen her mother wear and it didn’t really hide anything. It was also evident that Aneta had been working out or exercising in some fashion, because her body was smooth and lean.

“Mom! Your suit …”

“Oh, do you like it? I wouldn’t really bother with one, but we do have neighbors …”

“I’ve never seen you wear anything so outrageous!”

Aneta smiled and grinned at her youngest daughter. “Didn’t the little slut tell you our secret? I know she did and it’s all true darling … your father and I have been fucking up a storm and our favorite piece of ass is your sexpot baby sister. We’re very proud of what a nasty girl Paris is and how well she takes to anything sexual. We’re training her to be our personal little slut and when she’s eighteen, we’re going to take her to our Swing Club and introduce her to all our friends. She should be ready by then and Paris will blow their fucking minds!”

“Dear God, mother!” Tanya was still reeling from everything Paris had told her and hearing her mother speak in so frank a manner was equally shocking. Her parents had always been very open and honest about sexual manners, but this was beyond anything she had grown up with.

“Paris darling, are you feeling horny?” Aneta asked, licking her lips.

“I’m always horny Mother, even more when you’re around,” Paris purred.

“There’s my girl,” Aneta smiled. “It’s a bit too hot out here and I don’t want nosy neighbors watching us, so why don’t you come inside and service me? Your Daddy’s having a nap, but I’m sure when he wakes up, he’ll want to fuck that tender little pussy of yours. Tanya, if you want to join us, that would be lovely. Your father’s been saying since you got home that he’s dying to get his cock inside of your cunt.” Aneta walked away, her buttocks swaying and Paris scampered after her. Tanya stood on the deck on the pool, not really certain what she was going to do next. Was she in or was she out? Oh Lord, she couldn’t condone their behavior, could she? Paris was only 16 and both her parents were fucking the girl, training her to be their sex toy, it was evil and sick and wrong.

Despite her knowing that, the more Tanya thought about it, the more aroused she became. Paris was a saucy, delightful little bitch and Aneta still had that sensuality that Tanya herself had tried to emulate. Her Daddy was 10 times the man Carlos would ever be and it HAD been such a long time since she’d had a good fucking. Did she want to jump into the deep end of life and swim in a pool of decadent sensuality?

Tanya had transformed herself physically; did she have the courage and the bravado to transform herself sexually and mentally?

Tanya made her decision and put her heels on. She walked indoors and could already hear low moans coming from Paris’ bedroom. She didn’t hesitate; she just opened the door and walked in.

Aneta’s pussy was suspended over Paris’ mouth; the young blonde was eating her mother for all she was worth. She couldn’t see Tanya, but Aneta noticed her right away. Tanya motioned for her mother to keep quiet and she moved between Paris’ long, tanned legs and slid her tongue deep inside her sister’s cunt, tasting pussy for the first time in her life. Aneta got a thrill seeing her older daughter join their games and an added thrill as Paris’ tongue shot deeper into her box.

“FUCK!” Paris screamed when she was able to speak again. “Oh sis, I’m so glad you’re going to join us, I’ve wanted to fuck you too, ever since you got home! Your new body is fucking sexy, not that there was anything wrong with the old one. Mommy’s had me for a while, let me lap your cunt. Have you ever had a woman eat you out?”

Tanya shook her head. “Let her baby, she’s fucking incredible. I trained her myself.”

“I’m not as good as Mom, she’ll send you to the moon, but come on sis, straddle my face. Mommy, you can go behind and play with her tits or eat my pussy, whatever you want! Let’s make a lot of noise so Daddy wakes up and joins us!”

Tanya was still thrilled by that prospect, she straddled Paris’ face and her younger, sexy baby sister began to eat her. No man had ever eaten her as well as Paris was doing at that moment and Aneta’s hands were freely roaming all over her daughter’s body, exploring her sexually. Tanya was in a sexual free-fall and she just let herself be lured into her family’s addictive lifestyle.

Tanya climaxed on her sister’s licking tongue and then, it was Aneta’s turn. She just gazed at the magnificence that was Tanya’s new body and smacked her lips in anticipation. She was soon lapping and slurping, patting her daughter’s cunt with the palm of her hand as she ate her pussy. While she was doing that, Paris had asked if her sister was ready for more. Tanya knew what that meant and nodded “Yes”, she grinned as Paris lowered her cunt to Tanya’s tongue. Tanya noted her sister and mother both shaved their pussies, she herself kept a small landing strip to prove to potential lovers she was a true blonde. Lovers … never in a million years did she ever dream that after leaving Carlos, those potential lovers would include her own family. She felt so wicked, a sexual libertine and her tongue was really digging the taste of pussy. Tanya hadn’t expected … to be honest, she honestly hadn’t know WHAT to expect, but she wanted all she could get. She could wait to taste her Mom and realized that in the matter of 1 hour, her life had been completely transformed.

“Baby, you’re really getting to your sister, isn’t she sweetie?” Aneta complimented her daughter while talking to Paris.

“Ohhh yeah Mommy, she’s a natural-born slut, just like you, just like me!” Paris sighed. Tanya knew her sister had meant that as a compliment and she took it that way and ate her even harder. She was rewarded with a large gush of pussy cream flooding her face and before she knew it, her mother was there to lick her clean. It felt nasty and it also felt sexy.

“Oh Mom, Oh Paris, that was amazing, I love you both,” Tanya sighed, her body trembling with all the new sensations she was experiencing.

“You’re one of us now darling, you can stay here as long as you want and Paris and I can promise you, you’ll never be bored,” Aneta smiled, fondling one of her daughter’s big tits. “I must say baby, they did a nice job on your tits. These are magnificent.” Aneta started sucking one of her daughter’s tits and then Paris began working on the other. Tanya groaned as another orgasm began pushing forward.

“I’m glad to hear you’re one of us, Tanya,” Tim smiled from the doorway. Tanya saw her Daddy was also in tip-top shape and she saw that his cock was as impressive as Paris had stated and it wasn’t even HARD yet. Tanya intended to remedy that right now.

“Come over here and FUCK me Daddy, FUCK me and make your slutty older daughter truly one of you,” Tanya groaned. “Put that cock inside of me, that’s what I want, more than anything.”

Timothy let his daughter stroke his cock and then he let her take it in her mouth. He smiled with pride at his wife and youngest daughter as they made love beside them. They were all a family now, perhaps not a traditional one, but happy beyond measure.

“Once I get you hard Daddy, you have to fuck me until I beg you to stop,” Tanya said between sucks. “Which might not be for 4 or 5 hours … I’m a very horny young lady and I know that I have a lot to catch up on!”

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My mom gets whored out

Just like the last story, some of the things mentioned in this story I found out later in life. I’m writing from what I remember, and the gaps filled in by my mom. This story picks up right where I left off. Mom got fucked by John at our new apartment. Please comment.

The night John fucked my mom, was the first time I saw people having sex. I didn’t understand everything going on at the time, but I was excited and wanted to see more. My mom looked beautiful, she had everyone’s attention, and I wanted to be just like her. I didn’t know how she felt, but I knew John was happy. I knew I wanted to be hot like my mom, I wanted boys’ attention, and I couldn’t wait to see mom with a man again.

The next morning, mom asked me how I slept, and I said good. I had cuddled my head right in between her tits, I loved the way her big breasts felt so soft. I had been sleeping like that and finding every excuse to be near her breasts since I could remember. I don’t know at what point she stopped breastfeeding me, but sometimes when I squeezed or slept on top of one, milk would come out. I always thought it was normal, but it had been a few years since last time she breastfed me, but she was still lactating. I didn’t think of it until much later that the lactation might have been the reason her breasts were so big, full, and erect. I had been tempted to suck on her tits many times, but felt embarrased about. I did like to lay on them and press on them to have milk come out into her bra, and when changed clothes and wasn’t around, I would look in the dirty clothes basket for her bra and lick any milk drop that hadn’t dried up. I loved the smell of her milk, and I could smell it on her breasts.

The next few days, were similar to the one in the previous story. We would shower together, she would dress slutty, walk to work, serve her evergrowing male clients, and come back and get fucked by John. The difference was I couldn’t go see her work, so I stayed by myself for a few days, and could not open the door under any circumstances to anyone. The first highlights of those days were me going through all my mom’s new wardrobe and trying things on, which didn’t look nearly as good as they did on mom. I loved trying on her thongs, I loved the way they went up my ass. I loved smelling her used bras and trying them on, and hoped someday I could grow tits like her. The second highlight was seeing my mom get fucked everynight. For some of those times, they wouldn’t come into the bedroom, John would just take her in the living room. I would usually leave the door open enough so that I could peek and see them fucking. I liked it better that way, because they left the light on, and I could see her better. I loved watching my mom’s body getting groped, her breasts fondled and sucked on, I could imagine the milk coming out as John sucked on them. I loved how he fucked her face, which looked like it was torture, but I loved seeing the spit run down between her tits and John fucking them. Watching my mom, I learned early, how to suck dick, and get anything I wanted from a man by being a good little whore.

I don’t know if mom liked John at all or not, till this day she claims she didn’t, but she was a perfect slut for him. She dressed, acted, and did anything he wanted. He was fat and ugly, and over 20 years older, and married. He treated her like a slut, fucked her rough, and had no respect for her. Yet, she didn’t seem unhappy about it. Maybe she likes it rough like I do, or maybe the money and gifts made it all worth it. In between tips and pay, she was making about 2000 on a bad week. We had a really good life. She got on talking terms with grandma, and she would drop me off so she could go to work.

My grandma started dating a business man that would come to town for a few days, then leave. He was younger than my grandma, but it was hard to tell the difference because of her good looks. She stopped working, and he was taking care of all the bills. My mom would drop me off at school, and grandma would pick me up. At school, everyone assumed my mom was my sister, and that my grandma was my mom. I must have had every single teacher tell me how pretty they were. My mom would then pick me up from my grandma’s house after work. She would usually be done serving John by midnight.

After a few months of this, John’s wife saw mom at the diner, getting groped by one of the waiters, called her a slut, and had fire her. As it turns out, John had been giving my mom away to the staff and clients, she was his toy, and everyone was getting their hands on her. Everyone was allowed to see and grope her, but only John had been fucking her according to her. John showed up at the apartment and told her she couldn’t work there now that his wife knew what was going on, but he said he would keep taking care of her if she took care of him. He called up a buddy of his named Bill.

Bill knew all about mom and had gone to get his hands on her a few times. He was the owner of a strip club, and was willing to pay my mom twice what she was getting from John. Bill was another around 40, single, muscular looking, and black. He had a thing for white girls, and wanted my mom since he saw her the first time. Mom became a waiter and a stripper at Bill’s stripclub. Bill had us move into a house he owned, and had mom dressing even sluttier than John. Bill was into stockings, and had mom wear sexy stocking with her minskirts everywhere she went. He started pimping her, and wanted everyone know she was a whore. Mom was Bill’s favorite girl, he spent more money and time with her, and fucked her everyday. He often stayed with us at the house. I would leave my door slightly open, and peek into my mom’s bedroom, Bill liked to leave the door open, and I could see my mom getting fucked.
He was worse than John, he liked to slap her, spank her, insult her, and he made her do anything he wanted.

The first time I saw Bill fuck my mom, was in the living room. Bill had taken us to the mall, my mom had been wearing high heels, sexy hooker stockings, a loose miniskirt that went just below he butt, and a small tank top showing her big tits. As always she wore a sexy thong and push-up bra underneath. Bill liked to walk a a few yards behind and see how men looked at my mom. She was shaking her hips as always, and I’m sure everyone knew she was a slut. Every now and then, Bill like to come up behind her and grope at her ass. He either sneaked his hand under, or lifted her skirt exposing her butt. He loved doing this in front of people. He would also grope at her tits, lifting them, pulling them apart, and sometimes exposing them. He loved showing her off, and letting her know she was his property. That day in particular, he kept doing all these things, but suddenly told us we had to leave and took us home. As soon as we got home, my mom sent me to my room, but I sneaked in to watch. Bill had mom bent over in his lap, with her ass exposed, and was spanking her hard. Her buttcheeks turned red, and she was screaming with every spank. There was no way the neighbors could not have heard her. He took out his dick and started fucking her face, she was gagging and salivating, and her face turned completely red. He kept pushing her head down, and eveytime she would come up for air, he would slap her and push her down again. After a while of this, he got her completely naked and fucked her big tits. He opened layed her on the floor with her legs up, and started fucking her. She kept screaming, and he would slap her from time to time. After fucking her like that for a while, he bent her over, with her ass facing my direction. He grabbeb her by the air, and fucked her face. He then got behind her, and shoved his dick up her butt. She screamed even louder then she had before. He kept pumping at her butt, fast, pulling on her hair, spanking her, and slapping her face. He finished, and by the end of it, she was a mess. Her face was covered in saliva, red from the slaps, with tears down her eyes, her ass was red from the spanking, and I could see liquid flowing out of her butt. I was excited, felt hot, my mom looked good to me, i couldn’t wait to see her again. As I was looking at her, I noticed Bill looking at me and we made eye contact. I ran to my room and pretended to be asleep. I heard John grab my mom by the hair, made her crawl to their room across mine, and fucked her again, leaving the door wide open, and has not closed it since then.

Bill did not live with us, but showed up frequently and fucked my mom. It was always loud and brutal, and I loved watching my mom being used like that. Bill was also whoring out other girls, so he didn’t fuck her everyday at home. In his place, John would show up and fuck my mom. Even though my mom was whoring out and getting used, I looked up to her for having 2 men. Every now and then, Bill would show up with different men that would fuck my mom as he would watch. At the stripclub, mom was more getting groped by everyone, but Bill would only let certain men fuck her. He would bring them over to our house, so that mom would service them. I had almost forgotten that Bill had seen me watching my mom get fucked, until one day;
Bill-“Hey Brenda, I wanted to ask you about something in secret, I promise I won’t tell your mom. How would you like to see your mom having sex from even closer than last time?”
I was speechless.
Bill-“I know you will like it, your mom’s birthday is coming up, and I have something real special planned for her. I’m gonna convince your mom of letting you have a computer in your room, and your gonna be able to see her whenever you want.”

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The weekend of the big party has finally arrived. It’s time to get to know the family.

This is a work of fan fiction. All characters are property of their respective owners. I own the story line.

Let’s Get This Party Started

Hermione arrived with Ron, Ginny, and Harry in the sunroom of the family cottage at Anglesey. Cottage was probably a bit of a misnomer, holiday home was probably a better term but even that failed to express the size and comfort of the home. It was an extensively remodeled, two-story, 12-bedroom Georgian built on a secluded five-acre plot surrounded by trees. Despite their remoteness, they had electricity connected to the house and it was a wonder of Muggle and Wizarding technology and style, as the thumping stereo in the living areas attested.

Still in a party mood from the events in Diagon Alley, Hermione raised her arms above her head and began to move her hips in time to the beat. Ron wasted no time moving in behind her and grinding with her. Hermione hiked up her skirt and began to grind the bare globes of her ass against his leather pants.

“Oh, yeah, baby,” Ron growled reaching around her and inside her open jacket to fondle her leather-clad breasts.

A few feet away Harry and Ginny were madly kissing each other. Harry’s hands were tangled in Ginny’s long curling hair while she frantically loosened his tie and tried to undo the small buttons on his white button down. His hat had fallen to the floor and trench coat hung by one arm until he disentangled his hand and shook it to the floor.

“You kids seem to have gotten the right idea,” Angelina said from the doorway. The four stopped and looked sheepishly at her. She was still in her Vegas showgirl outfit. Her coffee-with-cream dark skin stood in sharp contrast to the white fabric and sequins that barely covered her essentials, the tall feathery head-dress brushed the ceiling as she walked toward them. Hermione couldn’t imagine how she was walking in the obscenely tall sequined stilettos she was wearing, but had to admit that it did do interesting things to the way she walked. “Don’t stop on my account,” she purred as she offered around a tray of champagne glasses. “Why don’t you guys bring it on in to the den though, the others will be arriving shortly.”

Hermione tugged her skirt back into place and helped Ginny stuff her tits back into her sequined evening gown, which was of course the perfect opportunity for a quick grope. Ginny moaned softly then yelped as Hermione tweaked a nipple. Both the boys watched with amused looks. Angelina asked if she could play too and gave Ginny’s left boob a healthy squeeze. “I thought we were supposed to be moving to the other room,” Ginny said, “not standing here groping my tits.” With a laugh Angelina led them to the den.

In the den, the lighting had been turned down low and the couches had been pushed back against the walls to create a large dance floor in the middle. On the dance floor a woman in a red “bathing suit” with a white collar and black bow-tie was gyrating in slow time with the music against a man in a tuxedo. In turn he was also being groped by a short slip of woman with long white-blond hair in a toga. A man in Roman legionnaire’s’ armor, sans cod-piece, moved from behind the toga-clad woman to the other. In the process, he managed to grope all three others in the dance.

“Oh, my,” Ginny said in a quiet voice. “I know this is so wrong, but Bill looks really good with his dick hanging out like that.”

“Uh-huh,” Hermione agreed, “on both accounts.”

“That’s just wrong,” Ron interjected. “He’s your brother, Gin.”

“Yeah, but I’ve never seen his dick before. I’m just saying.”

“You’ve never seen mine.”

“That’s what you think.” She reached over and closed his mouth. “Maybe I’ll tell you about it later.” Ginny grabbed Harry’s hand and pulled him out on the dance floor. “Help me get close to Fleur, I want to see if I can get her head lost in my cleavage.”

“Be nice, sweetie,” Harry chided her. “I’ll admit I would pay good money to see her face between your legs though.”

“Don’t bank on it.” She pulled him close and writhed against him as she tongued his ear and whispered, “Stay close to me if you can, I don’t have a lot of options tonight. You and Lee are the only guys I’m not related to.”

“I’ll stay with you all night if you want.” He pulled her dress up to her hip exposing the long creamy legs beneath. His hand slipped around and squeezed her ass. “When did you lose your underwear?”

“Hermione has them in her jacket pocket,” she said with a devilish grin as she turned around so that Harry’s hand rested on her clean-shaven crotch. The move briefly exposed her to all present, then the dress fell back down over Harry’s arm hiding the movement of his hand against her. His hand slid down between her legs, a finger slipping inside her. “Oh yes,” she moaned, leaning back against him and pulling his mouth against her neck.

“I just love beeg breasts like these.” The voice accompanied a tug on the front of her dress and her breasts sprang free. She felt a small, cold hand began to wander over one breast as a tongue began lavishing attention on her other. Ginny couldn’t help herself as she reached out and pulled Fleur tight against her chest. Harry’s contact with her hypersensitive clit made her grind against her future sister-in-law.

“Oh, yes, rub my clit.” Ginny couldn’t believe she was rising so quickly to Harry’s ministrations, but then she’d been pretty horny all day thinking about the possibilities of tonight.

“Harree,mind eef I ‘elp?” Fleur asked.

Ginny didn’t even have time to protest that she didn’t want Fleur touching her pussy when the girl pinched her clit between two ice-cold fingers. With a few gentle squeezes and a bite to Ginny’s nipple, Fleur had Ginny cumming in a panting, silent-scream orgasm. Ginny opened her eyes to see Fleur licking her cunt-juice from Harry’s fingers. “How, how did you do that so quickly?”

“Veela magic haz eetz usez,” she said with a smile.

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Ron cocked his head forward and squinted. “Isn’t that Lavender over there grinding on my brothers?”

“Let’s go find out,” Hermione replied, striding across the floor towards the threesome that was practically fucking standing up. Hermione was in something of a trance as she watched Bill’s hardening dick slide up and down the lycra-covered ass of the woman she was now almost positive was her hair-dresser and friend. “Lavender?”

The blonde broke her kiss with Charlie and used her ass to push Bill back a little bit. She turned to the couple and her face split into a wide smile. “Hermione!” She pounced on the girl and gave her a hug and quick kiss full on the mouth. “Ron!” She jumped up into his arms and wrapped her legs around his waist. “May I?” she asked Hermione, who nodded her assent. Lavender turned her full attention back to Ron and pressed her lips to his. Ron opened his mouth and sucked her tongue in, playfully pushing his own against her. His dick really started to wake up when she started rotating her hips against him. Ron was only vaguely aware of Hermione greeting his brothers, he hoped not quite as enthusiastically. He broke the kiss with Lavender.

“Good to see you too, Lav.” He returned her hug and set her on her own two feet. “So, what are you supposed to be?” He waved his hand at the outfit she was wearing and noticed the shirt cuffs with cuff links.

She shrugged her shoulders, which made her large breasts do some very nice things, “It’s an American thing. A comic book character named Vampirella. It was your brother’s idea.”

“It was a good idea, you look amazing.”

“She does, doesn’t she.” Charlie said. He fisted his hand in her hair and nipped at her neck, making her shiver. “I couldn’t get her to dye her black though for the full effect.”

Ron crinkled up his nose. “Lavender with black hair?” He shook his head. “No, blonde like this is much better.”

“See, Charlie, I told you. Besides,” she said with a toss of her head, “I stand out since I’m the only one with real blonde hair.” She pulled aside the crotch of her outfit and exposed a tuft of blonde pubic hair. “And it’s all natural. You don’t mess with that.”

“Amen,” Ron said.

“Wow,” Bill said in an awed voice. All three looked up to see Bill and Hermione staring back across the room. They turned to follow their gaze and saw Fleur sucking intently on one of Ginny’s nipples and sliding her hand under her dress. Ron and Charlie both quickly turned away.

“So did not need to see that,” Bill said as he turned his attention to Hermione.

“Yeah,” Ron agreed. “That’s going to be really weird having Ginny here prancing around half-naked.”

“Tell me boys,” Lavender said, pulling aside the vertical straps of her suit and exposing her breasts and hard pink nipples, “think these can distract you.” Charlie and Ron each took one in his mouth and began licking and sucking her nipples while running their hands over the rest of her smooth, curvaceous body. “Oh yes, I like that.”

Ron glanced out of the corner of his eye to see Bill and Hermione still watching across the room as they casually kissed and groped one another. The feeling of Lavender’s fingers in his hair pulling his head tight to her chest quickly brought him back to what he was doing; only to be interrupted by the sounds of raucous laughter and cheering. Ron pulled himself away from Lavender’s tit to see what was going on.

“Woohoo, that’s what we like to see,” Fred called out he entered the room, dropping clothes as he walked. “Everybody seems to be having a good time and getting to know each other.” Ron was pleased to see that Fred’s dick was a fair amount smaller than his own. Fred was surrounded by George, Lee Jordan, and their respective wives: Angelina, Alicia, and Katie- most of whom were in various states of undress and getting more naked as the seconds passed.

Angelina was the first to strip to nothing except her sequined heels. She shimmied her shoulders and wiggled her hips as though finally freed from some confinement. This drew applause and whistles from the gathered men, as well as some of the women. Ron moved over next to his wife and slipped an arm around her. “Nervous?”

“A bit,” she replied. “I’m not as pretty or sexy as the others.”

“Yes you are,” he whispered as he kissed her ear, “more than. Who do you want to go with first?”

“You and Harry. I’m comfortable with that, or maybe you and Lavender. What about you?”

“You and Lavender would be good, or maybe you and Angelina.”

“Not Fleur?”

“You don’t want me to sleep with her, do you; despite what you’ve said.”

“It’s okay. I’m just nervous and it’s making me possessive of you.”

“Are you having second thoughts?” He noticed his wife’s glance at Bill’s crotch, but said nothing.

“No, It’s just nerves. I’ve never been with anyone other than you.”

“Not counting Harry and Lavender.”

“You were still there.”

Angelina pranced to the middle of the room and called for everyone’s attention- as though she didn’t already have it.

Ron kissed his wife again. “Everything will be fine, I’ll be here all night for you if you want. I love you.” He squeezed her hand as he turned his attention to Angelina. He tried not to think about how he might stack up against his brothers- all of whom were older and probably had more experience than he. He saw he was about in the middle size-wise. Fred and George were both smaller. Bill’s looked longer but about as thick. Harry he already knew about, but Lee’s was a fucking monster. It was as thick as Harry’s and probably as long as Bill’s. He hoped Hermione didn’t sleep with Lee; he’d never measure up again.

“All right everybody,” Angelina said. “I’ve noticed a few of you still have clothes on, time to get naked. If you get a little help, please don’t take too long or we’ll send you off to a room and you’ll miss the real fun.”

Ron obligingly helped Hermione out of her Leather skirt and jacket. When her jacket hit the floor he noticed two pairs of panties in it, only one of which he recognized. By the time Hermione and Alicia had stripped him of his leather pants and vest, his dick was standing up in all its glory.

“Just like I imagined it,” Alicia commented as she sucked it into her mouth and then let it go. Ron pretended not to see the flash of jealousy in Hermione’s eyes that evaporated when Bill reached around her and told her what a great ass and a nice body she had.

“That’s better,” Angelina said, turning down the music. “Now, some of us know each other very well, others have a guess or two. We’re going to get to know each other better now.” Somebody commented that Truth or Dare was no fun if you were already naked. “No, Truth or Dare takes too long and quite frankly I’ve been dying to get laid all day.” There was no shortage of offers. “We’re all going to get to know somebody we don’t know yet. Lee, come here.”

“Angie, you know it takes more than that to make me cum.”

Angie turned her ass to him and shook it. “That’s all you get for now.” She waited till Lee walked up behind her and smacked her ass. She unrolled a blind-fold she had been carrying and put it on him. “Okay, girls spread out on this side in a half-circle, boys on this side.” While they rearranged themselves, Angelina began turning Lee in a circle to make sure he was good and disoriented. “The rules are simple. Without peeking, and touching only from the neck down, you have to identify somebody. If you’re right, you keep going until you’re wrong or you’ve identified all the members of the sex you’re trying to identify. If you get them all right, you get to pick your partner. If you’re wrong, that’s your first partner and the blindfold goes to who you thought it was. Ginny is the only one who has an option to pass, and she can pick any single or couple she wants on her turn.”

Ron breathed a sigh of relief, worried that his sister might get stuck with one of her brothers. The tension level of the room rose slightly as Fred stepped up behind Lee and Angelina joined the line of girls. The music started thumping again, a solid beat that was fast enough to make it good for either dancing or fucking. A couple of the girls started dancing where they stood. Without any warning, Fred gave Lee a shove. He stumbled a few steps and crashed into Angelina. He wrapped his arms around her and began kissing across her shoulder and down to her tits. She wrapped one leg around behind his and began to move up and down against him. She seemed to purr as her pussy pushed against the base of his dick. Lee sucked in a mouthful of tit and gave her arse a good squeeze before turning his face up to her and saying, “Hello, Angelina.”

“So I am,” she replied and disentangled herself from him. She gave him another shove and he stumbled over and bumped into Lavender.

This time he slid around behind her and began to grope her in a reach-around. Ron could tell by the way that Lee was moving that his cock sliding up and down the crack of her ass. She let out a soft ‘mmmm’ and pushed back against him. Ron was getting really turned on seeing Lee’s black hands moving across Lavender’s creamy white skin. The way her large nipples stuck out between his thick fingers as his hands lifted and squeezed her tits together to form a deep canyon of cleavage. Lee’s hands slid down over her full hips and around to run through her thick bush of blonde hair. His finger slid into her with no resistance then came back out and dragged along her clit. She let out a louder moan this time and pushed his hand hard against herself. It was damn near enough to make Ron want to reach down and stroke his dick.

“Would this be sweet little Ginny?” Lee asked.

“Lavender,” she replied as she leaned back and pulled him into a wet, tongue filled, over the shoulder kiss.

“I’ll take that,” Lee replied after they stopped kissing. He pulled off the blind-fold and tossed it to Ginny before leading Lavender over to a couch so that they could watch the rest of the festivities while they continued to kiss and fondle each other.

To Ron’s surprise, Ginny asked Hermione to help her put the blindfold on instead of passing it. Hermione did, then spun her around a couple of times and pushed her in the direction of Harry. Ginny stumbled on her way though and fell into Ron. He was about to say something when Bill clamped a hand over his mouth and ‘shushed’ him. Ginny ran her hands up over his chest and shoulders. “Not Harry,” she said, “too tall.” Her hands ran down over his arms, “Not Charlie.” Her hands came back up and slid down his flanks to his hips and on to his upper thighs as she dropped to her knees. “Not Bill.”

Ron was wishing she would hurry up and finish. Her hands were warm and soft as they moved over his body, and he found it disturbing that his body was responding in a positive way. Her hands slid up to his crotch and she smiled as she “saw” how hard he was. She wrapped one hand around the base of his cock, then the other just above that. The ring at the base of the head was between her index and middle fingers, the head peeking just beyond her hand. She ran her thumb across the tip of his dick and smeared a bit of pre-cum over it. She stood up and leaned against him. He was acutely aware of her hard nipples and large breasts pressing in to his chest. His dick jumped and pushed against her soft stomach. He prayed to any god she wouldn’t start rubbing against him. He didn’t think he could take the embarrassment of cumming on his sister. What kind of sick fuck would his wife think he was?

“Sorry, Ron,” she whispered in his ear. “Hermione said she was going to try and get me to Harry.”

“It’s okay,” Ron whispered hoarsely.

“I’ll try to pretend you didn’t like that,” she whispered back. Ron could imagine the wicked smile on her lips. “Be a dear and give me a shove towards Katie.” She turned around and said, “Poor Ronniekins, I think I embarrassed him.” There was some laughter, some nervous, some not; Ron shoved his sister towards Katie, only too happy to get her warm, soft hands and long delicate fingers away from his body.

He tried not to watch as Ginny fell into Katie’s arms and began to grope and fondle her. He watched Harry instead, who was watching with rapt attention. Ron noticed that Harry’s dick was filling and stiffening rapidly as he watched his wife and Katie. Ginny dropped to her knees and ran her hands around behind the girl, pulling her pussy to her mouth and giving it a quick taste. Katie seemed unable to stop herself as she reached down and pulled Ginny’s head tight against her. Ginny’s hands slid up and cupped Katie’s breasts, which were about the same size as Alicia’s, and a little larger than his wife’s. Ginny leaned back and asked uncertainly, “Alicia?” Ron was pretty sure she was lying, she’d gotten just who she wanted. He thought about it, but decided he wouldn’t lie when his turn came. He wanted to sleep with all of them anyway so he’d take whomever he got.

“Sorry sweetie,” Katie said, pulling off the blind-fold. “Guess you’ll have to come with me.”

“I think I’d like that,” Ginny replied, and put a kiss right at the top of Katie’s shaved slit. “Mind if we drag Harry along with us?” Ron thought Katie’s smile looked like Christmas morning.

“I think I’d like that,” Katie replied, holding out a hand to Harry after helping Ginny to her feet. Ginny tied the blindfold on Alicia, spun her around and set her loose.

Alicia ran into Bill, and after taking a moment to regain her balance she began licking his nipple and stroking his cock. “Mmm, could be a couple of you,” she said. She dropped to her knees and wrapped her mouth around Bill’s cock. After a couple of long strokes on it, she slid the whole thing into her mouth, nestling her small nose in Bill’s pubic hair. Ron almost choked on his own tongue. Hermione had never been able to get his whole dick in her mouth, and Bill was longer than he was. He hoped there was a trick to that and that it could be taught. He really wanted Hermione to learn that; or maybe just make sure that he got Alicia to give him a good blow this weekend. Self-consciously, he looked over at his wife, who was standing in wide-eyed amazement, with her mouth slightly opened. She looked up and saw him looking at her. Her cheeks flushed and she gave him a look as though to say ‘how did she do that?’ Angelina leaned over and whispered something in her ear, causing Hermione to blush even harder, but she smiled at Ron. He smiled back at her and went back to watching Alicia suck his older brother’s dick. It glistened as she pulled off of it.

“You have a very nice cock, Bill,” she said without shame as she stood up.

“You give great head,” Bill replied and helped her stand up. With a kiss, he gave her a light push toward the other end of the circle where the twins were. She stopped when George took her hand. She immediately dropped to her knees and sucked all of his cock in to her mouth in one swallow. She moved up and down its full length, occasionally dragging her teeth gently along it. After about a minute she released it. “I’d better get this one right since it belongs to my husband.” Everybody laughed and she stood up and French-kissed him for another minute, the two of them groping each other with abandon. Ron felt himself blush watching the two. He’d never expected himself to take such voyeuristic pleasure. He didn’t particularly enjoy watching porn, but this was something else entirely. With a flourish, George swung her around, right into Ron.

Without preamble she dropped right to her knees and began licking his head like a lollipop. She then put just the head inside her lips and began moving around on it like she was making out with it. He could feel her tongue flicking across the very tip. Ron was torn between closing his eyes and just enjoying this and looking over to see what his wife’s reaction was. Just as he was about to look at Hermione, Alicia began gently squeezing his balls and sliding more of his prick into her mouth. His head rolled back and a deep moan escaped his throat as she slid all the way down his shaft. He had never experienced the feeling of lips on the base of his cock, but he loved it. The muscles of her throat were stroking the head and collar of his dick while her tongue moved along the vein under it. He could feel the insides of her cheeks against him as she sucked hard on it, then began sliding it back out of her mouth. Just as Ron thought he was going to get back in control of his body, she did it again. The long moan that escaped him was louder than anything else in the room. His entire focus was reduced to the cock that had Alicia’s mouth wrapped around it. He felt Bill’s hand on his back and realized he was leaning back; he stood up straight again.

Alicia grabbed his hands and pulled it into her short brown and bottle-blonde hair. Instinctively he wound his fingers into it and started fucking her mouth in long strokes. He pulled out after a minute or so; he didn’t want to be the first one to cum in front of everyone else.

“Oh, Little Brother, I do love your cock,” Alicia said in an almost dreamy state. Little Brother was the nickname his older sisters-in-law used for him rather than some of the names his brothers used. He didn’t mind, because they always said it rather affectionately. Ron looked up at a gasp from his wife, who now had a unpleasant scowl on her face. Ron was sure life was about to go to hell in a hand-basket when Angelina put her arms around her and began to whisper something to her very quickly. Hermione calmed down after a minute or so, but she still didn’t look terribly happy. Ron hoped she got picked soon, and that she got what she wanted, because he really didn’t want her to change her mind now. He pulled Alicia to her feet and gave her a quick kiss.

“That was a-fucking-mazing,” he said quietly to her.

“I thought I was going to lose you there for a minute. You almost fell over when I swallowed your cock.”

“I’ve never had that done before; it was a bit of a surprise.”

“Oh,” Alicia said while kissing his neck, “Hermione and I will have to spend some time with you this weekend so I can teach her how then.”

“You can do that?”

“It’s not hard, once you know how. Now, spin me around and get me on my way.” Ron gave her two quick spins like they were dancing, then swung her over to Charlie. She was a little unsteady on her feet, but Charlie got her on her knees in front of him. Ron noted Charlie’s was a little shorter than his, but he wasted no time pushing it into her mouth. He grabbed her by the hair on top of her head and started stroking in and out of her mouth in long, hard strokes. It didn’t take long until she pushed away from him and stood up. She reached around and patted his ass, rather hard Ron thought. “Nice and firm, Charlie.” She took a second to regain her balance, then looked over in Hermione’s direction. “Don’t worry Freddy, you get your cock sucked too.” Ron swallowed a snort of laughter. She raised a corner of the blindfold and sauntered over to Fred. She kissed her way down his chest and then coated his dick with her tongue. Finally, she sucked his balls into her mouth, eliciting a very loud moan from him. After a short minute she stood up and placed the blindfold in his hand. “You take this.” She reached over and wrapped a hand around Ron’s dick, “I’m taking this.” She pulled Ron away from the circle and over to a couch.

“We’re not gonna start here… in front of everybody, are we?” Ron asked as she motioned for him to sit down.

“I wasn’t planning to, but we can if you want.”

“No, no. I’d rather start somewhere more private.”

“That’s fine.” She sat down on his lap, pulling his hard cock up between her legs so that it peeked out above her thighs and nestled against her slit. “I like private, too.” She lay back against his chest and Ron wrapped his arms around her middle, a bit nervous as to how forward he should be with her. “It’s okay,” she whispered while tonguing his ear, “you can play with them.” She pulled his hands up so that they were cupping her breasts. He squeezed them gently, and ran his thumbs over her nipples. He kissed her shoulder and neck and tried to see what was going on.

Fred was on his knees in front of Hermione, her leg thrown over his shoulder as he nuzzled her thick bush. She was clinging to him, her hands fisted in his hair, vainly trying to keep her balance. To make matters worse, he was pinching her nipples and she was twisting back and forth trying to keep his hands on the breasts and away from her nipples. She did seem to be enjoying herself though. Finally he stood up, announced that Hermione had a very sweet pussy and moved on to his wife.

“You and Hermione are gentle lovers, aren’t you?” Alicia asked quietly.

“I guess so.”

“You don’t spank each other, tie each other up, anything like that?”

“No, that’s not really us. She doesn’t even like me to tangle my fingers in her hair when she’s giving me head.”

“I thought so.” Ron moaned as she flexed her thighs, causing his cock to slide along her very wet slit. “I hope she doesn’t get Charlie then. He’s pretty rough.”

“Is there anything I can do?” Ron asked. He really didn’t like the idea of Hermione being smacked or spanked, especially not in a bed where she was supposed to be enjoying herself.

“If she ends up with Charlie, we’ll swap and I’ll take Charlie.”

“Do you like it rough?”

“It’s a nice change sometimes.” She pulled him into a deep kiss and put her hands over his where they were stroking and squeezing her breasts. “I really like this, though.”

“Me too.” Ron rocked his hips under her and gave breasts a good squeeze. He liked her breasts, they were bigger than Hermione’s, but not as big as Lavender’s. He looked across the room and saw Fred lying on his back, Fleur was grinding her crotch against his mouth.

For the first time Ron really took a moment to study her. She was still pretty, but in an almost exotic or alien way. Her tits were nice, small like Hermione’s, but they matched her small frame. Her hips were slender too, they had almost no curve. Last but not least, she kept her pussy shaved which Ron thought was kind of a shame. It made her look young, almost too young to be doing the things she was doing. She reached down and grabbed Fred by the hair and pulled him tight up against her pussy as she let out stream of words in French. The only ones of which Ron recognized were ‘Fred’ and ‘oui.’ When she was done, she leaned forward and rolled off him. When she stood up Ron could see that her back was covered with cum.

“Holy shit,” Alicia said sitting up a little bit. “I’ve never seen Fred get off that fast.”

Fred held up his hand and pulled off the blindfold. “Since there are an uneven number of men and women, I’m nominating George to come with Fleur and I.” He turned his head to look at Bill, “How do you do it man? How do you keep up with her?”

“Zat ees our leetle seecret,” Fleur responded as she stuck a finger in Fred’s mouth and made him suck it clean. Fred and George both turned and bowed to Bill.

“Those boys are going to have their hands full with that one,” Alicia said admiringly.

As they watched, Angelina had Hermione tie the blindfold on her, give her a spin or two and point her in the direction of the boys. With a stumble or two, she made her way to the boys, her hips moving with the music. Her arms were over her head and her body was stretched, pulling her tits against her body ever so slightly. Ron could see every inch of her. Her stomach was long and flat, her hips were shapely but not terribly broad, her pubic hair had been trimmed into an arrow pointing to her clit. Her long legs didn’t ripple as she walked. She was a living, breathing, sauntering bit of coffee-colored perfection.

“You want a go with her, don’t you?” Alicia chided him.

“Yeah,” Ron replied, feeling a bit guilty for staring at Angelina while Alicia was sitting on his lap.

“Trust me,” she laughed and squeezed his cock between her legs. “Everybody wants a go with Angelina. Look at your wife.” Ron was surprised to see Hermione absently stroking her pussy as Angelina began to dance with Bill.

Angelina reached down and gave his a cock a squeeze and a stroke before turning around and rubbing her ass against it. She bent over at the waist and slid his hard cock into her from behind. Her moan was long and luxurious, like she was in no hurry to do anything but feel it inside her. “Just like I remember,” she purred as Bill took her by the hips and began to stroke in and out of her. “Oh, yes.” She straightened up a bit so that her back was parallel to the ground. “Bill, I have missed your prick.” She pushed back against him a little harder now. She began to grope out in front of her, as though looking for something. She found it when Charlie slapped his hard-on against the side of her face. She grabbed hold of Charlie and pulled away from Bill.

“You wanna stick that in my cunt, you nasty boy?” Charlie spun her around and bent her over. In one smooth motion he had the entire thing buried inside her. “Oh, I was right, you are a nasty boy.” Charlie reached around and grabbed her tits, pinching her nipples as he pulled her hard back against him. She let out a squeak that was somewhere between pain and pleasure. Ron guessed it must have been closer to pleasure because she started pounding her ass against him. “Yes, Charlie. Fuck me hard, right here on the floor so everyone can see what a nasty little fucker you are.” Charlie slapped her ass, hard, and drove her to her knees on the hardwood dance floor. Ron was amazed he could do that without pulling his dick out, but he did. Alicia grabbed a thick pillow and threw it at them. Charlie grabbed it and stuffed it under Angelina as he pushed her to the floor.

“That’s right you nasty little cunt, I’m gonna fuck you till you beg me to stop.” Charlie was almost growling as he said it.

“Then show me what you got. Fuck me as hard as you aah-“ She was cut off when Charlie grabbed a handful of hair and yanked her head back.

Ron noticed that Hermione was moving away from them, edging towards him and Alicia. Bill reached out and took her hand and pulled her gently to him. Ron strained to hear what they were saying.

“… I guess you’re right.” Hermione was saying. “I just hope Angelina doesn’t change her mind.”

“Well then, let’s get out of here before she…” Ron was having a hard time hearing them over the filthy talk between Charlie and Angelina. He hoped she wasn’t always like that, he was sure he couldn’t call any girl a cunt or a slut while he was having sex with her. He missed what Hermione said, but heard the words “hot tub” from Bill. Hermione nodded, but didn’t look up. Bill gave her a quick kiss and scooped her up to carry her out to the sun room where the hot tub was.

Alicia leaned back against Ron. “She looked a little nervous, do you want to follow them?”

“Do you think it would be okay?” Ron asked. He knew Hermione wanted someone she was comfortable with close by when they started, but he didn’t know the etiquette of an orgy. Apparently Alicia did though, so he felt better.

“It’ll be fine, let’s get out there before they get too far along though.” She reached down and patted the head of his prick. “A little later, maybe.” She wiggled her hips and clenched her ass a few times though as a promise of things to come. Ron helped lever her up with a couple of hands on her ass, which of course he had to squeeze as he did. Alicia had a very fine ass, nice and soft. He leaned forward and kissed each cheek of it before he stood up. “Like my arse, do you?”

“Yes, you have fine arse.” He ran his hands over it as they walked toward the sun room.

She smiled up at him. “Well that’s promising. I was beginning to think I might spend most of the night with your cock in my mouth.”

“I’ll give you whatever you want if you can teach Hermione to do what you did earlier.” They stopped in the doorway to the sunroom and listened for other sounds. Other than the sound of the hot tub running, there was nothing.

“Later on,” she said dropping to her knees. “Right now I like that you think that I’m the only one who can do this.” In a single motion she had his prick in her mouth up to the base. He let out a soft moan and leaned back against the doorframe. He looked down and saw Alicia’s ruby red lips sliding up and down the entire length of this prick. It may well have been the most beautiful sight in the whole world. He groaned as her nose disappeared in his pubic hair and nestled there. He was flailing around for something to do with his hands, since there wasn’t a bed to put them on.

“It’s okay,” she said looking up at him with a smile. “Go ahead put them in my hair and hold my head. It doesn’t bother me. Look and see if you can tell what your wife is doing.”

Ron leaned out for a look just as Alicia swallowed his dick again. This time he could feel the muscles in her throat working his head. He almost lost his balance as he looked around the indoor palm that stood between him and the hot tub. Seeing what he needed to see, he stood up and leaned against the wall again. This time he grabbed a hand-full of Alicia’s straight, fine hair. He began to slowly rock his hips against her mouth. “They’re,” he breathed deep and swallowed, “they’re sitting under the water to…oh gods… up to their necks. She’s got her back… her back to him, and oh, yeah.” He took a long stroke out, until only the head was still in her mouth. He slowly slid it back in. “Wow! That feels amazing.” He felt his head enter her throat and she began swallow while sucking hard on his cock. “You keep that up and I’m going to pop one off in your mouth.”

“Mm-hmm.” His cock vibrated with the sound as she nodded. She began to play with his balls as she slurped and sucked on him.

“Oh god, I’m about to cum.” She deep throated him two or three more times then backed off so she had about half of his dick still in her mouth. She started stroking him while tonguing his head. “Oh… yeah,” he grunted as he started cumming in her mouth. After the first couple of squirts she put it all the way back in and swallowed everything. It was the most amazing feeling in the world. Alicia just kept right on sucking him though. When he went flaccid, it tickled a bit, but she kept at it until he felt blood flowing into it again. When she stood up, he grabbed her and kissed her hard. He could still taste traces of his cum in her mouth, but he didn’t even care.

“Liked that, did you?” she asked when he stopped kissing her.

“That was like nothing I ever… just, wow.” He pulled her close and hugged her. “Do you want me to do you now?”

“Let’s go check on our siblings first,” she replied, smiling at him. “It doesn’t sound like things are going very well for Bill.”

“Why do you say that?”

“No moaning, no talking. Bill is a talker.”

“Hermione is a kisser,” Ron replied.

“She’s a kisser with you. She probably won’t kiss as much with someone else. You said she had her back to him, right?”

“Yeah, and he was kissing her neck. I’m guessing he was playing with her tits, but everything was underwater.”

Alicia took a quick look around the plant. “Let’s go. Hermione looks like she needs someone to jump start her and Bill looks a little frustrated.” Alicia gave his prick a few strokes for good measure. “You lead, and take my hand.” He started to step away and she pulled him back. “Don’t say anything until you’re in the water with them. Then just say hi and help me in.” She put a finger to his lips. “Yes I’m sure.”

Ron padded over as silently as he could. He didn’t even hear Alicia behind him, but her hand was still in his, squeezing lightly. As he watched his brother and wife, he realized there was almost nothing going on. He felt bad for Bill; he had tried to kiss up to Hermione when she just wasn’t in the mood and it was awful, usually enough to kill a good erection. He wondered what was wrong with Hermione, earlier she’d been ready to all but drop down and have sex on the carpet, and that was less than half-an-hour ago. They stopped kissing, or whatever they were doing as soon his foot hit the water.

“Ron!” Hermione jumped up off Bill like she wasn’t supposed to be there.

“Hi sweetie.” He thought about asking if they were having fun but decided against it. “Bill.” Ron couldn’t read his brother’s expression, but it did brighten considerably when Ron helped Alicia into the water. Once she was in, Ron sat down so that Hermione was between him and Bill. Alicia squeezed in between him and Hermione.

“You two having a good time?” she asked.

“Yeah,” Bill lied. Hermione didn’t answer.

Alicia leaned over and gave Hermione a peck on the lips. “You’re hair looks really sexy with that slightly wet look; very 90’s porno.” Hermione blushed. “I don’t suppose you would trade places with me.” Hermione was scooting over to Ron almost before Alicia stood up.

“I’m sorry, Bill,” Hermione said as she slipped in next to Ron.

“It’s okay, sis. First time is always hard.”

Alicia did something under the water that made Bill jump up so that his dick was out of the water. She reached over and grabbed it, planting a kiss on the end of it. “You must be First Time,” she said in a little girl voice to Bill’s hard-on before sucking it into her mouth. With a groan, Bill fell back and sat on the edge of the tub so that Alicia could suck his dick.

Ron turned to Hermione, “Are you okay?” He ran a finger along her cheek.

She started to cry tears of frustration. “I was so nervous, and then,” she wiped roughly at her eyes, “Charlie and Angelina… and I got so scared.” She sucked in a big gulp of air. “I don’t want to be spanked and called a… a… a whore.”

Ron gathered her into his arms kissed her eyes and forehead. “Nobody’s going to treat you like that, I promise.” He kissed her cheek and then once on the lips.

“I can’t believe I’m being so selfish,” Hermione said as she hic-upped and snuffled in a breath. “Bill was trying so hard to be nice and reassure me… and… you know… and all I wanted was you to be kissing me.”

“Like this?” Ron pulled her against him and pressed his lips to hers. She calmed down, and soon she was responding favorably, running her hands up and down his back, wrapping her legs around him, her nipples getting hard in his fingers. When his dick started pushing against her butt she reached down and pulled it up between them. “Get up on the deck, I want to lick you,” he whispered in her ear. There was no hesitation on her part. She jumped up on to the deck and spread her legs.

“Move a little closer,” Bill said, patting the deck next to himself. Ron gave her a nod of approval when she looked at him. She scooted over until she was almost touching him. She lay back as Ron pushed her legs up and apart. He opened his mouth wide and wrapped it around her mound. She moaned as he started to suck a little. Her pussy opened right up to him when his tongue pushed against her outer labia. He could taste a bit of the chemical from the hot tub, but that went away as soon as her juices started to flow. She started to moan in earnest and bucked her hips against him. Suddenly her moaning stopped.

Ron looked up to see what was going on, but didn’t pull away. Bill had leaned over and the two were kissing aggressively now. Hermione ran a hand up into Bill’s hair and pushed her mouth hard against him. Ron nudged Alicia and pointed at the other two. Alicia nodded and smiled, then slowed her pace. When Ron started to turn away she waved him back to it.

“Get her off, then we’ll let Bill take over.” She went back to sucking Bill’s cock, but at a much slower and relaxed pace. Ron however, went for broke. He moved his tongue to her clit, using his thumbs to spread her open while his hands held her legs up. Ron raised up to come down more directly on her clit and she started writhing under him. Hermione broke her kiss with Bill and started calling out. Bill wasted no opportunity and began sucking her tits and licking her nipples. Ron felt a hand against his chin and lifted up. He watched as Alicia slid first one finger, then two into Hermione and began pumping. Ron almost forgot what he was supposed to be doing as he watched Alicia’s fingers become coated with his wife’s juices.

“Lick me!” Hermione whimpered; her arms scrambled to pull Ron back to her crotch. He dove back down. The total assault on her was too much, Hermione let out an ear piercing shriek that faded into whimpers and short gasps. As she came down Bill rolled over and scooped her up against him.

Hermione settled down, straddling Bill’s hips and catching his dick between them. As Ron watched, Alicia leaned forward and planted an opened mouth kiss on his wife’s slightly open pussy. “Very nice,” Alicia said as she broke away. “Lift up a bit dear,” she said as she slid a hand between them. Hermione did as she was told and Alicia pulled Bill’s dick out. “You be a good boy,” she admonished the dick in her hand before giving it a kiss then pointing it at Hermione.

Ron watched with some apprehension as Alicia guided Bill’s cock into his wife. She settled down on to it and began to rock slightly. Ron tried to watch, but watching his brother fuck his wife was a bit much. She seemed to take to it pretty well though. She was moaning and clenching as Bill began to thrust up and down. Ron knew from experience, his wife was settling in for a nice leisurely fuck. In just a few seconds Bill was started to get vocal, telling Hermione she was an amazing fuck, how good she felt under his hands and how good she looked as she bounced up and down on his cock.

Alicia gave Ron a smile. “They’ll be fine. Now, you said you wanted someplace a little more private, and I really want this,” she stroked his prick a couple of times, “inside of me.”

“Yeah,” Ron replied, “let’s go before I change my mind about this.” Ron almost had to run to keep up with Alicia. She led him upstairs to the bedroom that belonged to her and George. When they entered the room she touched something on the dresser by the door and music started playing. She swung her hips low and wide as a note was bent on an electric guitar. She did it again, this time rubbing herself against him. “What’s this?”

“This is my favorite song to have sex to,” she said as she turned around and draped her arms around his neck. She swayed and ground against him again. “You can fuck all night to this song.” Ron gave into her as she pulled him down and kissed him. They kissed through most of the song and Ron all but missed it until near the end when she broke the kiss, started swaying against him, and started singing along; “Make love to me slow and easy, take me down slow and easy, rock me ‘til I’m burned to the bone.”

“I can do that,” Ron said with a smile as he tangled his hand in her hair and started looking for the spot on her neck that would drive her crazy.

“I sure hope so. Ooh, right there.” She hooked her leg around his and ground against him. “Take me to bed, Little Brother.”

“Why do you always call me that?”

“I’ll tell you in the morning, but right now it’s time for you to fulfill my fantasy. Now take me down slow and easy.” She kissed him again and all responses were lost in the moans they breathed into the darkness.

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This is the final chapter of Amanda and Hina’s story.

Amanda Like Japanese Girls, Part 5

by Vincent

“Where did you run off to, young lady?” Amanda inquired when Hina came in the front door. She was watching TV with her dad and Ray in the living room trying not to think about the moves her brother was trying to put on her girlfriend.

“I took a walk down to the pond with Max,” Hina said. Amanda’s concerns were playing out. She knew how charming her brother could be.

“So where’s Max?”

“He’s outside. He had an accident.” That got the attention of the two guys.

“What happened?” Dad asked.

“He’s fine. He fell in the water. He needs a towel,” Hina explained.

“Ray, get your brother a towel,” Dad ordered. Max came up to the porch and Ray tossed him the towel.

“If you’re going to go skinny dipping you have to take off your clothes first, idiot,” Ray chided.

“I’m going to bed. You guys work this out,” Dad said and headed upstairs.

Max stripped off the soggy clothes on the dark porch and wrapped the towel around him. He came through the living room and went up to his room. Even though Hina had had her hands all over the contours of his chest and had pressed her body against his, this was the first time she had seen Max’s bare torso. She started feeling those same urges she had at the pond to run her hands over his body. Amanda noticed her girlfriend’s eyes follow her brother up the stairs and felt a twinge of jealousy.

“It’s late. I’m going to bed, too. Are you coming?” Amanda asked Hina.

“Yes, in a minute. I want to sit here for a while.” She didn’t feel like answering Amanda’s questions yet.

“Ok, good night.” Hina couldn’t figure if Amanda’s abrupt departure meant she should stay in the guest room. After Amanda went upstairs it was only Hina and Ray left on the sofa.

“What are you watching?” She asked.

“Saturday Night Live. It’s hilarious,” he answered without taking his eyes off the TV. Ray laughed, but she couldn’t understand any of the jokes, so her thoughts drifted. The incident at the pond had gotten her aroused. She so much wanted to be taken by Max, to feel dominated by the power of his sex and service his pleasure, but now she was left unsatisfied. The thought of seducing the younger brother crossed her mind, but the logistics of it seemed impossible. Besides there was a big difference between the brothers, Max was a young man, but Ray was still a boy. Then she worried that she was becoming a slut and may end up causing trouble, hurting people. She decided to go to bed too, and went to the guest room.

She changed into a pink satin camisole with matching shorts and stared at the empty bed. She hated the idea of sleep alone when her lover was in the next room. She brought the cute lingerie because she wanted Amanda to touch her in it, to feel the sexy sheer fabric on her skin, under her lover’s hand. She wanted to be Amanda’s cute little sex kitten, a present for her to undress. The way Amanda left, she wasn’t sure if she would be welcome in her bed, but she had to take the risk, as the alternatives, sleeping alone or going to Max’s room, were unacceptable. She silently opened the door and walked slowly down the hall. The glow of the TV reflected in the stairwell. She slowly turned the knob of Amanda’s door and gently pushed it open. She hadn’t made a sound. She peaked in and saw Amanda lying naked on her bed, the glow of her cell phone in one hand reflected on her face. Her other hand was between her thighs, rubbing her pussy. Her knees were bent and spread wide, almost touching the bed. Hina froze and watched her friend. She was obviously watching porn and Hina wanted to see it too. Amanda’s fingers went up and down her labia and darted into the hole, came out again and swirled around her clitoris. Hina couldn’t resist reaching her own hand down between her legs and mimicked her friend’s movements. She was dying to be on the bed with her friend.

“Can I come in?” Hina whispered so quietly.

“Yes,” she answered, without seeming surprised at all, “I was wondering how long you were going to watch me.”

Now Hina was surprised. “You knew I was there?”

“I heard you coming down the hall.” Hina was so relieved her friend wanted to be with her and got on the bed next to Amanda.

“You were so sexy; I was touching my pussy, too. What were you watching?” Amanda opened her phone and showed her the video. A white girl and an Asian girl were naked on a bed. “Is that supposed to be us?” They had their legs crossed so their pussies were very close. One girl took a large black double ended dildo and slid it into her partner’s pussy then put the other end into herself. They pumped and moaned in an exaggerated porn video way. Amanda stroked her friend’s body over her lingerie. Hina had one hand in her pussy and felt a warm tingling.

When the video ended Hina took off her clothes and tossed them on the floor. “I want to do that with you,” she said.

“I think I have something,” Amanda went to her dresser and reached way in the back. She pulled out a clear Plexiglas double ended dildo. It wasn’t too long, but it had a large knob on each end, one side of the shaft had a spiral ridge, the other end had raised studs.

“My god, where do you even get something like that?” Hina asked.

“I don’t know. It was a gift.”

“Who gave you a dildo?”

“Somebody who wanted to use it with me.”

“So you’ve used it with other girls?”

“Hundreds.”

“You liar.”

“Honestly, just one.”

“Do you love me?”

“Yes.”

“Then put it in my pussy.” Amanda put the toy on the bedside table and lay on top of Hina, her hips nestled between the smaller girl’s thighs. Hina drew her knees up and apart so their pussies came in contact. Amanda started slowly grinding against her friend. Amanda was resting on her elbows, but her breasts still rubbed on her friend’s chest. Their lips and tongues meshed, igniting their lover’s passion. Both girls felt their friendship was natural and deeply satisfying. Hina’s hands traveled up and down her lover’s body. She could sense Amanda’s strength and sensuality through her fingers. She wrapped her legs around her waist and held her tight. They both wanted this heated intimate passion to last all night.

Max couldn’t sleep either. He was lying in bed thinking about what happened at the pond, and waiting for everyone to fall asleep. He couldn’t get thoughts of the sweet sexy Asian girl out of his head. He was upset at himself for blowing his load in Hina’s mouth, and wondered how things would have gone if he had maintained control. Most of all he hoped he hadn’t offended her. He wanted her, he wanted to experience her body, by touch, with his mouth, he wanted his cock inside her, and he thought she wanted the same. His plan was to wait until the house was quiet, sneak into the guest room and stealthily slip into bed with her.

He reached the door of the guest room and silently slipped in. There was just enough light for him to see the bed was empty. He knew where she must be. Outside his sister’s door he could hear the girls talking in quiet voices, but couldn’t make out what they were saying. He could hear the bed moving and a few muffled moans coming from both girls. He had had suspicions about his sister’s sexuality before, but this was confirmation. His heart sank at the realization his crush was his sister’s lover. He was burning with jealousy, but he kept listening. He wanted to see, but dare not open the door, so he went outside.

“Let’s try your toy,” Hina said. The girls sat up and aligned their legs so their pussies were inches apart. They pushed their vulvas together and wiggled around so their wetness coated each other.

“Which side do you want, studs or ridges?” Amanda asked. Hina ran her fingers over both sides. “Studs.” Amanda took the toy and gently slid it into her friend. Hina leaned back on her hands so the dildo angled upwards. Amanda lifted herself and lowered her pussy onto the dildo sticking out of Hina. The dildo completely disappeared between them.

Ever so quietly and slowly Max climbed up the gabled roof and inched himself closer to Amanda’s window. He was so quiet he could hear his own heart pounding. He peeked into the window just as Amanda was lowering herself onto the toy. He almost choked.

The girls gyrated their hips against each other causing the shaft to rub and press their vaginas at various angles. Both girls tried to maneuver the dildo to reach especially sensitive places. They were in ecstasy. They needed one hand to prop themselves up, but with the other they touched their lover’s breasts and ass. They leaned forward to share kisses from time to time.

“This is so good,” Hina whispered. She was breathing heavily and felt herself close to orgasm. The tingling sensation throughout her body was pure joy. She saw her partner biting her lip and gripping a pillow hard. Amanda threw her head back and closed her eyes, drawing in her breath. With her wide open mouth pointed at the ceiling her body began to shake, she felt her pussy contracting hard around the toy. The pleasure was so great she had to fight not to scream, but a muffled grunt did escape her lips. She looked at her friend who was in the throws of her own orgasm. Hina was bucking her hips against her friend trying to make the shaft go deeper inside. It took minutes for the last of the spasms to leave their bodies. The girls looked at each other and smiled.

“That was incredible,” Hina said, “You have to bring this back to school with us.” There was a large wet spot on the mattress between them.

Outside the window Max had his cock in his own hand. He stared at the Japanese girl in amazement. She was the living embodiment of cuteness and sexuality, and there she was fucking his sister when just a few hours before his cock was in her mouth. He was fascinated with her, and wanted her more than anything, but even so, he had mixed emotions. He was jealous that his sister had a sexual relationship with her, and they made love so passionately together. He was also afraid that she would want nothing to do with a man. He would just have to wait and see.

He had a difficult time propping himself up on the angled roof, keeping silent, and masturbating at the same time. His orgasm was bitter relief from his tension and he dumped his load all over the wall under the window. He snuck away before he heard the conversation he would have loved to hear.

Both girls felt like jelly after their powerful orgasms and lay back on the bed with their arms around each other staring at the ceiling.

“How did Max fall in the water?” Amanda asked.

“I’ll be honest with you, but you might get upset,” Hina said.

“Oh, this sounds like a good story.”

“We walked through the woods just talking. We reached the pond and got to the end of the dock, and then he kissed me.”

“So you pushed him in the water? Good move.”

“No, I kissed him back.”

“That’s very polite of you.” Amanda was trying to keep her cool. She probably would have reacted differently if she hadn’t just had an amazing orgasm with her friend.

“It got pretty heavy. I could feel his penis through his jeans. It was so big and hard. I wanted to see it.”

“Alright, so what did you do?”

“I pulled his pants down. When I saw it I had to put my mouth on his cock. I was so crazy I couldn’t stop.”

“Did he fuck you?”

“No. Suddenly he came in my mouth. I was so surprised I fell backwards then he tripped over his pants and fell in.”

“That sounds like Max. That’s when you came back?”

“Yes. Are you upset?”

“I don’t know. I’m a little jealous. Do you like him?”

“Not the way I like you. You are in my heart, but something about him makes me want to have sex with him. I really want him to fuck me.”

“Wow. Ok, be careful. It’s not nice to mess around with people’s feelings. If you just want fool around you have to tell him up front.”

“Ok, and one more thing.”

“What’s that?”

“I want you to watch.”

“Wow! Max would never go for that.”

“You have to hide. It would drive me wild having you watch his cock going in my pussy. I’m getting crazy just thinking about it.”

“Ok. Tomorrow we’ll find a place. Then you can bring him there and fuck him.”

“You won’t hate me.”

“No, but I will have to punish you.”

“Spanking?”

“Very hard.”

“I can’t wait.” The girls drifted to sleep touching and kissing.

By the time the girls came down for breakfast, dressed in plaid shirts and jeans, the guys had already been fed and were at their chores. There were some leftovers from last night, eggs and coffee on the table.

“Your father asked if you could tend to the new borns today,” Mom told Amanda as she cleared the table, “He thought you two might enjoy doing that this morning.”

“Baby cows! Oh, cute. What do we have to do?” Hina asked.

“I’d better not tell you. You’ll go hide in your room,” Amanda said.

“If it’s too much, get Max to help you,” Mom said.

“Yeah, I’m sure it’s going to be too much,” Hina said. Amanda gave her a little slap on the shoulder. The tone of the comment didn’t slip past the mother. She thought it was perfectly natural that any girl would have a crush on her son, but Amanda understood it was a reference to his cock.

After breakfast they walked to the barn where they keep the calves. There were five, sitting in stalls full of hay.

“Oh my god, they’re so cute. Shouldn’t they be with their mommies?” Hina asked. She couldn’t resist petting them.

“Not really, cows aren’t such good mothers. Babies get stepped on a lot, and it’s easier to make sure they get what they need if they’re here. Good care now means good milk producers later. That’s what they say in 4-H.”

“What if it’s a boy?”

“It gets sold, and eventually made into hamburgers.”

“Sounds cruel, but I love a good cheeseburger. What do we have to do?”

“Change the hay, feed them and give them supplements. Next door in the barn there is a bunch of hay. Fill the cart and bring it here. I’ll clear out the stalls.”

Hina went into the barn and saw it was the ideal place for her plan. There were piles of hay. With a blanket thrown on top it would be a great place to get fucked. At one end there was a loft that looked down on the hay where Amanda could have an unobstructed view and yet remain perfectly hidden. When she came back with the hay she conferred with Amanda while they tended to their chores.

“After lunch I’ll leave you alone with Max,” Amanda said, “I’ll go up in the loft, you lead Max here and you guys do your thing.”

“Ok, I’ll need a blanket.”

“No problem. We use these to keep the calves warm.”

“Ok, not too smelly. And I need a condom.”

“I don’t have one. Ask Max. He’ll come in his pants.”

The girls kept busy until lunch then headed back to the house. The men showed up and they ate a lot quickly. Hina and Amanda ate just enough to make it look like they were eating. Max didn’t talk much during lunch; he kept looking at Hina and then his sister. Hina thought that was a good sign, but Max was having several different thoughts.

He knew that Hina had been coming on to him. She was showing off her pussy when milking the cow, she suggested going for a walk and then she sucked his cock at the pond, but last night he saw her having sex with his sister. His feelings were a mixture of desire to have the girl, jealousy that she is intimate with Amanda, and reluctance to get involved in a potentially volatile situation. He was leaning towards forgetting about the whole thing.

After lunch Amanda excused herself to go lie down. She said she was feeling tired, but instead went down the back stairs and hid in the loft. Hina sat out on the sofa on the porch. The men headed back to work.

“Max, can you talk to me for a minute?” Hina asked.

“Sure.” The other guys gave Max sly smiles and left him to his fortunes. He sat next to Hina.

“About last night,” she started, but before she could go on Max jumped in.

“I’m really sorry about that. I didn’t mean to…you know, but I couldn’t help it. You were too good. I hope you don’t hate me.”

“No, that’s ok. I liked it,” she paused, “Did you think it was going to go further?”

“Well,” now Max paused, “I don’t mean to be presumptive, but I wanted it to.”

“Do you have a condom?” Max almost came in his pants.

“Upstairs.”

“If you aren’t busy now would you like to take a walk?”

“Yes,” He instantly forgot all his apprehensions from before, “but I have to ask you one thing. Are you my sister’s girlfriend?”

“Yes.”

“So this is just a one time thing?”

“Maybe two or three, I don’t know. I’ve never had sex with a boy.” Max just about died.

“I’ll be right back.” He ran into the house and came out in record time.

“I know where we can go,” Hina said. She took Max by the hand and led him to the barn.

With the door closed the barn was fairly dark. Hina took the blanket and

spread it over the hay. She lay down sinking into the hay. She reached her arms up for Max to join her. He lay next to her, kissed her mouth and stroked her hair. He thought she was so cute and tiny in his arms, but she exuded a sexuality that was overwhelming. Hina was giddy with excitement that she about to get fucked by this virile young man, and what made it feel deliciously naughty, her girlfriend was watching.

Max knew he would have to go slowly if was taking this girl’s heterosexual virginity. He kissed her gently on the lips and neck, and stroked her shoulder and waist. She responded by smoothly mingling her tongue with his. They both felt tingling through their bodies and were eager for it to intensify. His hand reached her ass and slid inside her jeans. Her ass was soft and cool and the flesh melted between his fingers as he squeezed. Her hand went under his shirt and roamed across his chest and abdomen. She switched direction and slid it down the front of his jeans and wrapped her fingers around his cock, he was already rock hard. Hina felt herself getting wet. They felt their actions and reaction coming into harmony like a spontaneous dance, and were ready to go to the next stage.

Lying in the loft Amanda peaked over the edge and felt the same burning desire of jealousy her brother had felt at her bedroom window the night before. She unbuttoned her jeans and slid her hand down her pants. She wanted to run away, but she was transfixed. Not watching would be worse than watching.

Hina pushed Max onto his back, straddled his waist and unbuttoned his shirt. She tossed it on the floor. Her hands felt all over his body, followed by her lips. She licked around the contours of his chest and took his nipples into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around and gently bit them. She kissed down his stomach tracing the lines of his six pack with her tongue. His taste and smell was intoxicating and filled her head with desire. She had an urge to rub her pussy all over his chest. She unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them off. His cock was straining to escape his underwear. She reached in and pulled it out, gave it a few licks and stopped.

“I learned my lesson from last time,” she said, “I’m not letting you come anytime soon.” She tossed his underwear on the growing pile of clothes.

“Let me see if I can return the favor.” He sat up with Hina sitting across his thighs. She watched his hands as he unbuttoned her shirt. He slid it off her shoulders and tossed it with his. He kissed her neck, shoulders. He reached behind and unfastened her bra. He pulled it off her shoulders and flung it away. Max often talked with his buddies in crude terms about the virtues of big breasts, but he thought Hina’s breasts were a vision of sweet loveliness. They were a perfect match for her, smaller but they had a beautiful shape, covered in smooth creamy skin and had small pink nipples. When Max kissed them they melted under his lips. He turned her onto her back. He gently squeezed and licked one and then the other. His hand slowly slid down her stomach and into her jeans. The first thing he noticed as his hand covered her vulva was she completely shaved. His fingers found the slit between her labia and massaged her clitoris; they became slippery with her wetness and easily probed inside her vagina. His touch sent waves of pleasure through Hina’s body and she moaned through heavy breaths.

She was dying to be naked with him. She wanted to press her naked body fully against his. She unfastened her pants and added them to the pile. In the loft, Amanda took the opportunity to pull off her own pants. She had caught her brother masturbating before, but never realized how big his penis was until she saw it next to her tiny friend. She knew Hina had a small vagina and she realized it was going to hurt her going in. Hina thought his cock was beautiful and couldn’t wait to have it inside her, filling her with sensation, giving her pleasure. Regardless of how much it might hurt she ws dying to come on his cock.

Hina lay on her back. “Pull down my panties,” she whispered. He kissed his way down between her legs and took hold of her panties. “Slowly,” she added. He inched them down, kissing her skin and breathing in her smell. His head was spinning with desire; it was only by deliberate effort he could go slowly. Her mons pubis then labia were exposed and tenderly kissed. He finally got the panties past her thighs and tossed them away. He spread her legs and buried his face in her pussy. He was intoxicated with his passion for her and yearned to give her pleasure. His tongue slid up and down her labia, into her vagina, down to her asshole and back up again. Hina was nearing orgasm. She gazed up and locked eyes with Amanda staring down at her. She knew her girlfriend was touching herself by the expression of pleasure on her face. Hina came to the edge and drew in deep breaths. The girls could read each other’s faces perfectly. They both came at the same time. Hina grabbed Max’s head and held in against her pussy while her vagina spasmed on his tongue darting in and out her hole. She intentionally moaned loudly to cover any noise coming from the loft.

Hina thought Max did a wonderful job and wanted to thank him. She pulled him up even with her, put her arms around him and began kissing him wildly.

“I think it’s time,” she said. She lay back and spread her legs wide apart. Max lifted himself up on his hands and lined up his cock with her vagina.

“Your pussy is so tiny. It might hurt,” he said kindly, “I’ll go slow and tell me if it’s painful.” Hina nodded. Jealous as she was, Amanda admired her brother for being such a gentleman.

Hina was very wet, so lubrication wouldn’t be a problem. He gently rubbed his glans penis between her labia, coating it with her wetness. When it seemed slippery he aimed it at her passage and pressed.

“Are you ok?” Hina nodded. He pressed a little, and a little harder, but her vagina didn’t give way. He started to push very hard against the tight opening and Hina gasped.

“Are you ok?” he asked again. She leaned up and kissed him.

“Keep going, it’s almost in,” she begged. He wiggled his cock around and slowly felt her vagina give way. Hina was panting as the tip went in. With short strokes he gradually inserted his cock deeper and deeper into her pussy. He reached the back of her vagina and pressed against her cervix. She let out a long slow moan of pleasure and pain. He still had two inches in reserve. He slowly began to stroke her pussy. Her vagina was so incredibly tight he was going to have to be careful not to blow his load too quickly. Every time his pleasure started to build he eased off.

“How is it, your first cock?” he asked.

“This is so good. It hurts, but it feels amazing. You are so deep inside me. I keep coming.”

“Really? How many times?”

“I came as soon as you touched my pussy with your cock. It doesn’t stop.”

“What’s better, girls or boys?” In the loft Amanda startled at the question. That means her brother must know that she and Hina are lovers, and Hina knows her brother knows, but she trusted her brother and decided not to worry about it at the moment. The truth would have to come out sometime.

“They’re different, but I like both,” but she thought the feeling of his cock pressing against her womb was the greatest ecstasy she had ever felt; if he pumped his semen into her, her whole body would explode from her orgasm. Max kept up the slow strokes for almost half an hour. Hina loved every second.

“Let’s try this way,” he suggested. He eased his cock out and turned her around onto all fours.

“You’re going to fuck me like a kitty?” she asked. She bowed her back, turning her ass upwards, her pussy and ass presented for the taking. He knelt behind her and lined up his cock. This time it went in easily. He grabbed her hips and pushed his tool in and out. His cock touched different places inside her and made her come again. She felt like a rag doll from her constant spasms, joy radiated throughout her body.

Max felt her contractions on his cock and almost lost control. Her brown star staring up at him was too tempting. He pressed his finger against her asshole and wiggled, it slid inside. The girl was going wild and started grinding her ass against his hips. His ecstasy was at its peak and he lost control. The build up to his orgasm was bigger than he ever thought possible as he tried to hang on to the edge. He couldn’t breath. The waves of pleasure began rolling through his body and he stroked his cock in and out of Hina with powerful thrusts, his whole body convulsing, his semen pumping into her body. He finally caught his breath and let out a big moan. Hina felt his cock throbbing inside her, his cum filling her vagina, filling her womb. At that moment her whole existence was ecstasy and she orgasmed in waves that shook her insides on and on.

When their pleasure was spent they collapsed together on the blanket, in the hay, in the barn, in each others arms and traded small kisses. Neither of them had ever felt this much joy and satisfaction from sex. Amanda had given herself four or five orgasms while watching her brother fuck her girlfriend, but she knew Max and Hina had shared something wonderful and she was jealous. She lay back in the hay, in the loft, in the barn and silently cried.

Max had to tend to his chores before his absence became suspicious, and graciously excused himself. He dressed and left Hina lying naked in the hay. She was in no hurry to get dressed herself. She wanted Amanda to come hold her while she lingered in the languid joy of her sexual satisfaction. While she was lost in her thoughts Amanda came down the ladder from the loft and lay down next to her friend. They smiled sweetly at one another and Amanda brushed Hina’s long black hair out of her face.

“My pussy hurts,” Hina whispered, and Amanda kissed her on the forehead.

“I bet it does. It seems like you enjoyed it.”

“It was amazing, I loved it.” Hina could see that the words tore at Amanda’s heart. “But I like sex with you better. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Amanda gazed down Hina’s body and noticed semen leaking from her vagina. “You let him come inside you? Didn’t you use a condom?” Her expression turned to concern.

“I don’t know. I thought he did.”

“That asshole.”

The girls went back to the house and got cleaned up. That night they had a barbeque in the backyard with the extended family. There were so many aunts, uncles and cousins running around, there wasn’t any opportunity to confront Max about the condom. The girls were too tired and Hina was too sore for anything to happen that night. They slept late and strolled around the farm and the woods the next morning. After lunch Ray drove them back to the bus station for the ride back to school. Hina and Amanda were greatly relieved when three days later Hina got her period.

End of Part 5

Note to readers: Thank you for reading this story. This is all I intend to write for now. If you would like Amanda and Hina’s story to continue tell me what you would like to happen.

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Hina becomes more in touch with her naughty nature, and becomes interested in a certain fetish.

Amanda Likes Japanese Girls, Part 2

by Vincent

The morning sun shone in Amanda’s face waking her up. She was disappointed to find her friend had left. She must have gone back to her room. It would have been nice to wake her up with a kiss, but she did feel a tremendous contentment they had shared such a wonderful night together, and hopeful their relationship would continue to grow. Her hand found its way under the blanket to her pussy and she slowly rubbed her fingers between her labia, remembering how she and her little lover had been consumed in passionate sex. She lay back enjoying the sensation, not quite ready to get out of bed. She glanced at the clock, it was past eleven. Her feeling changed to panic. She had missed psych class, and was going to be late for econ, no time for breakfast, no time to wash away the dried residue from their pussies covering her upper thighs and vulva.

Amanda jumped out of bed and began to dress: panties, socks, t-shirt, then she remembered. The team was leaving after practice for away games that afternoon. She would be gone for 4 days and wouldn’t have time to see Hina before she left. She felt a cringe in her heart and instantly missed the girl. On her way out she knocked on Hina’s door to say goodbye, but there was no answer. She thought of telling her coach she was sick and couldn’t make the road trip, but instantly dismissed it. She loved to play and the idea of letting down her teammates would break her heart. She would just have to wait to see Hina again.

Hina had made it to her classes on time. At the moment Amanda was knocking on her door she was sitting in English composition trying to follow the lecture, but she was terribly distracted thinking about the night before. She felt she had discovered something wonderful about her life, an awakening, a whole new part of being a woman she was excited to explore and enjoy. She felt their love making was so right and so liberating, and she wanted more. She wanted nothing more than to wake up next to her lover and continue their adventure from the night before, but it was late and she had to be in class on time.

When Hina woke up Amanda was still sound asleep. She thought she looked so beautiful sleeping, and didn’t want to disturb her. She carefully slid out of bed, put on her panties and t-shirt and left the room. As she quietly pulled the door closed she noticed a girl walking down the hall towards the shower.

“Did you guys have fun?” she asked as she passed behind her. Hina had no idea how to react and kept still until the girl entered the locker room, then went back to her own room. She didn’t dare go into the shower to wash, so she too, spent the day with the remnants of their sex dried on her pussy.

After classes Hina stopped by Amanda’s room to ask if she wanted to go to the cafeteria for dinner with her, but there was no answer. She stopped by again, late, on her way to the shower, but again there was no answer. She wondered if Amanda was trying to avoid her, and the thought caused her some distress. The next day on her way to class when Hina walked by she saw the word “DYKE” written in large black letters on Amanda’s door. She didn’t know what it meant, but she had a good idea it was about them and wasn’t anything nice. It stayed there for two days, but on the third day it was gone.

On the fourth day Amanda got back to her room past midnight. She was exhausted and went straight to sleep. In the cafeteria at breakfast she saw Hina sitting with a group of Japanese students. They were chatting in Japanese and she thought it would be awkward if she went over. She waved and smiled at Hina from across the room; Hina tried hard not to seem too excited at seeing her lover reappear, and gave her friend a little wave. This didn’t go unnoticed. Her Japanese friends looked at her and then at Amanda and wondered how they could be friends. Amanda went to class right from the cafeteria and didn’t get back to the dorm until after softball practice. It was about 8:30. She went to Hina’s room, but she wasn’t there, so she ate dinner by herself. It was 10:30 when she went to her room for the second time.

“Hello,” Amanda said when she opened the door, Hina didn’t return the greeting, her face down. “I missed you,” Amanda continued. Hina raised her big dark eyes and looked at Amanda

“I missed you, too,” she said timidly.

“Can I come in?” Hina held the door back for Amanda and they both sat down on the bed.

“Where did you go?” Hina asked, “I was looking for you.” She was about to cry.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I had to go Indiana. We had games at Purdue. I wanted to tell you, but I couldn’t find you.”

“I thought you didn’t want to see me anymore.”

“No, no. I thought about you the whole time. I was going crazy, I played so badly.”

“I’m sorry, it’s my fault.”

“Don’t be silly. I’m so happy we’re friends.”

“I thought about you, too. Amanda, when you were gone somebody wrote “DYKE” on your door, but then yesterday it was gone.”

“Really?” Several questions went through Amanda’s mind, “I guess someone else saw it and washed it off.”

“What does it mean?” Hina asked seriously.

“Um, it means a girl that likes girls, but she’s kind of masculine, like a man.”

“But you are not like a man at all, you are so beautiful and feminine.”

“Hey, you remembered that word. It doesn’t matter. Whoever wrote it is just a small minded person.”

“What do call a girl like me, a small cute girl that likes girls?”

“I don’t know.”

“Why don’t we make up a word? What do you think about me?”

“Well, you are the sweetest, cutest girl I’ve ever met. Maybe you should be a baby doll lesbian.”

“I love it. That’s my name. Hina means doll in Japanese.” The girls smiled at each other with genuine affection. Amanda gently wiped away a tear from the corner of Hina’s eye and stroked her long black hair. Eyes locked they moved their lips towards each other, closed their eyes and kissed. They rolled back on the bed and put their arms around each other. They kissed and petted and giggled out of the pure joy of being together again.

“Amanda,” Hina said, pausing the action, “I want you to do something for me.”

“Sure, what is it?”

“I can’t tell you, but I want you to meet me in the shower.”

“Okay. You can’t tell me why?”

“It’s a surprise. Just meet me there. It’s just past 11, can you meet me at 12?”

The girls kissed a little longer before Amanda went back to her room.

Amanda knew the next half hour would be a torture of anticipation. She tried not to count the seconds by reading her psychology textbook. Her eyes glanced over the words, but the meaning didn’t register. After a page and a half she put the book down and gazed out the window of her fifth floor dorm room at the silent campus below. She dozed off for a few minutes and woke up just past the hour. She quickly undressed anticipating sharing her body with her friend, she put on her robe and left her room.

She hadn’t heard her friend walk past her room, and there was only silence when she entered the locker room, the shower room was dark. Perhaps Hina had fallen asleep she thought. She put her robe in a locker. As she opened the door to the showers she noticed flickering light. She stepped inside and saw the light was coming from three candles placed around the room. Along with the light from the changing room and the green exit sign the shower room was cast in shimmering shadows. Hina was soaking in the bathtub full of bubbles. Amanda approached her and saw she had fallen asleep. She looked so cute with her hair tied back in a ponytail lying across the edge of the tub. She bent down and gently kissed her friend on the lips. Hina opened her eyes and returned the kiss.

“I want to wash your body,” Hina said. She stood up and took Amanda’s hand. She led her into a shower stall. She turned on the water and with a bar of soap and her bare hands began to wash her lover’s skin. She rubbed the soap everywhere on Amanda’s body, on her shoulders and arms, her neck, stomach and breasts, on her back and over her ass, down her legs and back up her thighs. She gently rubbed the soap over her vagina and used her fingers to reach into all the curves and folds of her vulva. She slid her hand back between Amanda’s cheeks and thoroughly washed her asshole, her slippery fingers poked inside.

“You are a naughty girl, aren’t you?” Amanda said, enjoying the treatment.

“I love doing this. I’m getting crazy,” Hina said. She wrapped her arms around Amanda’s waist and stood on her tip toes. They pressed together sliding their stomachs and hips back and forth against each other. They giggled and kissed, then rinsed away the soap.

“I want you to do something for me,” Hina said. She looked down and took her pubic hair in her fingers. “I want you to make me an American girl.” Amanda knew exactly what she meant. Hina took her by the hand over to the bathtub. She sat down on the edge and handed Amanda a razor.

Amanda sat on the floor and took Hina’s knees in her hands. She kissed both knees and slowly pushed them apart, she kissed up the inside of her thighs all the way and gave her pussy a long soft kiss. Amanda felt her pubic hair poking her in the nose.

“I see how this is going to be a problem,” she said. She took the soap and rubbed it all over Hina’s mons pubis and vulva. Hina already felt she wanted to come. Amanda pushed her legs wide apart. She started with short easy strokes to get off the bulk of the hair. She tried to wash off the razor, but the thick, stiff hair made a big mess everywhere. With most of the hair gone she rinsed her pussy and reapplied the soap to go after the stubble. She gently stretched the skin and shaved a small area at a time. After each stroke she dipped the blade in cool water. Hina could hardly contain her excitement. Amanda’s touch was driving her crazy and she was dying to have her lips on her pussy again.

Amanda finished and rinsed away the soap. She thought it looked like the pussy of a chxxx; the darker outer labia completely covered the delicate pink inner lips. Hina looked down to admire her friends work.

“That looks good. Thank you,” she said, “Can you kiss it now?” Amanda leaned in and put her open mouth around Hina’s entire labia. She pressed her tongue into the opening and licked up to the clitoris. Hina gasped as ecstasy electrified her pussy and she felt her whole body tingling. “Oh my god, that feels so good.” Amada swirled her tongue inside and all around her friend’s vagina, she rolled her tiny clitoris between her lips and flicked it with her tongue. She licked down, tickling her perineum and stuck her tongue into her tiny brown asshole, and her finger deep into her pussy, pushing on her cervix. The sensation was too great for Hina and she started to come uncontrollably. She let out several gasps as waves of joy flowed from her contracting clitoris throughout her body. When she was done the girls smiled at each other, Hina leaned over and kissed her friend deeply on the mouth.

As they were kissing they heard a quiet moan behind them. They both turned to the door. Another girl was standing just inside the open door, naked, leaning against the wall, with her fingers inside her own pussy, watching. Having been discovered the girl wanted to flee, but was trapped in place by the tremendous spasms of the orgasm she was experiencing. When it was done the girls stare at each other in silence.

“I was trying not to make any noise,” the girl said apologetically, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to spy on you. I just came to take a shower and you were there.”

“No, it’s ok, Claire,” Amanda said, “You didn’t do anything.”

“You two are amazing,” Claire said, “It was just so incredibly hot I had to watch and I had to play with myself. I made myself come so big.”

“How much did you see?” Amanda asked.

“You were almost finished shaving her. Don’t worry, I’m not going to tell anybody.”

“Thanks. I appreciate that.”

“I saw what they wrote on your door,” Claire went on, “I think it’s terrible.”

“Thank you. Do you know who did it?” Hina asked.

“No, but me and the RA cleaned it off with nail polish remover.”

“Thanks. I think we’d better clean up here,” Amanda said. The girls gathered up the hair and emptied the tub. They took their things and left Claire in the shower room.

“Are you ok?” Amanda asked Hina in the locker room, “Do you want to come back to my room?”

“I’m kind of tired. Is it okay if we just sleep?”

“Sure. I’ll read you a bedtime story.” The girls went back to Amanda’s room and as soon as they got into bed together they began kissing and touching.

“I love my American pussy. Thank you,” Hina whispered.

“I love your American pussy, too. It’s too cute,” Amanda felt its smoothness under the blanket.

“Are you upset about getting caught?” Hina asked.

“No, not at all. I’m sure Claire is cool.”

“I thought it was exciting.”

“What do you mean?”

“Being watched. It makes me excited thinking about that girl watching us.”

“Really?! You are a naughty girl.”

“I want her to watch us having sex again, but I want to know she is watching. Can you ask her to watch us?”

“Let me think about it.” They fell asleep with their hand on each other’s pussy.

End of part 2

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Anna is born, & a problem at the office.

I looked down at Amber as she held our daughter.

The gambit of emotions as I gazed upon her, holding Anna, our fragile little daughter in her arms, was almost too much. I wanted to cry I was so happy, weep for all the problems I knew she would face in her life, dance that she was finally here, and go running up and down the halls screaming that I was a dad.

Amber’s red hair was matted to her head, but she was smiling as she looked back up at me. “Can you believe she is finally here?” She asked almost dreamily.

“Well, it took you long enough,” Geo said behind me. I spun around to face my sister, who had been ignoring me for some time now, and was only now showing up. “Relax, John. I’m not here to fight with you. I’m here to show my support.” I still watched her, though, not warily, but maybe with a little regret. For a moment, I pictured Geo laying there in the bed, holding a child we had made together. I shook my head to block out that image. I wasn’t going to go crawling back to her. She had left me in a way, and I figured it was up to her to come back.

“Did I miss it?” Dixie announced her presence, and then pouted for only a moment, before rushing to the bedside and cooing over the new life.

I stepped back to admire these three women, and Dixie noticed me watching. She gave me a smile for a second, and then looked at Geo guiltily, before looking to me with a determined expression. Geo was absorbed with Anna, and didn’t notice at all.

Dixie stood up straight, and walked over to me. “You look tired. When was the last time you ate?” I wasn’t sure what the two had to do with each other, but I suddenly realized I hadn’t eaten since the flight early this morning. “Hey, we’re going to go eat. Geo, do you want us to bring you anything?”

My sister just waved us away, and we started looking for the cafeteria. We walked in silence, as I didn’t really have much to say to Dixie. She was in on my sister’s plot, and I wasn’t too happy with her for it.

“I’ve missed you,” Dixie finally said, as we stood in line at the cafeteria.

“I’ve missed you too,” I told her honestly, but didn’t say any more.

Dixie looked like she was waiting for me to say more, but when I didn’t she spoke up. “I don’t know why Geo wants to get pregnant so badly. Don’t get me wrong, Anna looks beautiful, and Amber looks happy, but I don’t want to get pregnant myself.” She kept her eyes locked on me as she spoke, and I just continued to listen, not sure where she was going with this. “I… I’ve been thinking… It was wrong for us to gang up on you, like that.” I just raised one eyebrow, as I continued to look at her. “I’m really sorry, and hope you will forgive me.”

I sat down with my food, thinking about what she’d just said. I’d had to fight with Amber to get her to see reason, but Dixie had come to it on her own. Dixie had been the most distant of the three, Geo being the angry one, and Amber trying to show her love, while still supporting Geo. I’d been hurt by how easily Dixie had seemed to be handling things.

Dixie spoke up, as if reading my mind. “I know I have stayed away from you a lot lately, but it was because I knew I couldn’t trust myself to be near you, and not want you. I love you, John, and I truly hope you can forgive me.”

“Do you still plan on staying away from me?” I asked as evenly as I could.

“Not… Not unless you wanted me to,” the brunette said, and I could see that she was starting to tear up. My heart broke at the sight, and I reached forward to cup her cheek in my hand, rubbing away a tear with my thumb as it started to fall.

“That is the last thing I want,” I told her, and happily watched as her face lit up. “But I won’t stand for anymore of this boycott or whatever you want to call it, either. I love you too, Dixie, and I truly mean that. But you need to decide if I am important enough to you to end this farce.”

Dixie nearly leaped out of her chair as she flung her arms around my neck, and kissed me. It wasn’t a passionate kiss, but more of a loving one. I felt her hot tears on my cheeks, and pulled her back for a second. “What’s wrong? Why are you crying now?”

“I’m a woman,” she informed me with a grin, “and a woman doesn’t need a reason to cry, she just does.” Her grin turned wicked, “And this woman also has a need that hasn’t been satisfied in far too long. Hurry and eat, I have some apologizing to do.”

I don’t think I have ever eaten as quickly as I did right then. I have no idea what I even ate, and wouldn’t have been surprised if I had eaten the plastic-ware in my haste. Dixie seemed to derive some immense pleasure from watching me, as she kept giggling, and biting her lower lip. As soon as we were done, and our plates in the trash, Dixie nearly dragged me down the hallway, looking for an empty room.

It took us awhile to find one that was away from any nurse’s stations, and empty, but she nearly threw me in as soon as we found one suitable.

Dixie pressed her body to mine, squeezing me against the wall, and clumsily fumbling with my pants. I pulled her shirt up over her head, and quickly undid her bra, before groping her smallish breasts. Having the medium sized ones of the three (Well, until Amber had gotten pregnant and her’s had grown some), I enjoyed playing with her sensitive nipples. My pants finally hit my ankles, and I spun us around as I stepped out of them, and pressed her to the wall. I leaned forward and lifted one of her nipples to my mouth, smiling as her hand gripped the back of my head, while her other hand busily slid up and down my hard shaft.

“Oh, I have missed this!” She said quietly, not wanting to attract any outside attention to this room.

I reached down to undo her pants, and found that she had already beat me to it, so instead I slid my hand to her wet snatch, and was surprised at just how horny she was. I couldn’t remember the last time she had been this wet, but it only served to increase my own ardor. I slipped first one, then two, then three fingers into her in rapid succession, smiling as I looked up at her with her teat in my mouth, as she tried valiantly not to moan loudly.

I pulled my fingers out, and thrust my arm between her legs, and placed my hand on her back. With my other hand, I pulled her sideways while I lifted with the first, and soon had her in an awkward carry, eliciting a surprised yelp from Dixie. It had worked better in my mind than reality, and so quickly carried the petite brunette over to the bed, laying her down.

Her wonderful nipple had never left my mouth, but now I started kissing my way across her flat stomach. I could easily smell her arousal, and relished the scent as I started to lap up her leaking fluids. I nibbled lightly on her inner lips, until her hands gripped my ears and pulled me up. “I love what you are doing, but if you don’t shove that cock in me now, I’m going to lose it!”

I grinned as I reached down, and started rubbing my head between her sensitive labia, occasionally slapping my cock against her clit. I could see she had been serious about losing it, by the fiery lust that burned in her eyes, and so slid my length into her. She was so wet I was able to make it all the way in, in one stroke. We both moaned loudly as I felt her completely surround me. I felt her legs lock behind my back, and her arms around my neck. Our lips met, as I started to buck my hips. I noticed that the bed rocked slightly on its wheels, with each powerful thrust, but was glad we weren’t near a wall.

I brought my hands down to her small ass, and gripping a cheek in each hand, started moving her in counterpoint to my thrusts. Her moans grew slightly louder, and she sucked my tongue into her mouth forcefully as I felt her start to cum. Her vaginal muscles rippled around my cock, as I did my best to not only stifle her moans, but keep mine down as well.

When she had finally finished, we swapped positions, with me on bottom this time. She squatted over me, and reached down, aiming me for her tight hole, then sat down hard, impaling herself in one swift motion. “Oh, Gawd, I’d forgotten how deep that goes!” She said a little too loudly. She started to rock her hips, and I could feel my head hitting the deepest parts of her.

I reached down, and used my thumb to rub against her clit, and reached up with my other hand to tweak her hard nipples. She climaxed again, her upper torso collapsing on me as she shook. I threw both arms around her, and started thrusting as hard as I could, trying to make it really last for her.

I knew my own was approaching, and I tried to muffle my moans against her neck, as I shot glob after glob of my seed into her sucking pussy.

“Damn,” she said as we caught our breaths and started getting dressed, “remind me never to go longer than a couple days without you again!” She gave me a quick peck on the lips, and then said, “I think I may be a little sore tomorrow, but it was worth it!”

When we got back to the room that Amber was in, Geo glared at us. “Where have you two been? I went down to the cafeteria and you weren’t there.”

“We decided we didn’t like the food in there, so we went out,” I quickly lied.

“Uh-huh… And is that how Dixie got that hickey?” Geo argued.

Dixie’s hand flew to her neck, but not before I noticed that I had given her a hickey. It must have happened when I was trying to muffle my own moans.

Geo stormed out, and I just let her go. I wasn’t sure if she was jealous, angry, or what, but it was her fault, not mine. “I’d better go with her,” Dixie said and I turned back to Amber, to see how she was doing.

“I take it everything is good between you and Dixie again?”

“Looks like it,” I told her, as I kissed her forehead. “Where is Anna?

“Down to the nursery. You know Geo is going to be angry with more than just you, right?”

“What am I supposed to do? She at least has Jason to fiddle with. Is it so wrong for me to have the women I love?”

Amber frowned, and I wondered what I’d said wrong. “Actually, Jason refused her this weekend while you were gone.”

My eyebrows rose at this news… So Geo had been rejected, huh? I wondered who she was going to try to get her pregnant now.

“Look, I know how you feel, but would it really be so bad to give her what she wants? It would make our home a happy one again. You should have seen her with Anna. She was so cute!”

“I won’t give in to her blackmail. I might consider it otherwise, but she has to apologize for what she did first.” I couldn’t believe I was even considering it, but I had to agree that I wanted us all to be happy again.

I stayed at the hospital for a few more hours, until Amber kicked me out to go home. She told me I stink of sex too much, and needed a shower. I stopped to visit Anna in the nursery on my way out, still surprised that I was a daddy now.

On the way home, an idea started to occur to me, and I called up Joe at the club. He quickly told me everything was fine, and business was booming. I told him what I needed, and he told me he would stop by later to drop it off.

When I arrived home, Dixie met me with a kiss and a hug, but Geo had locked herself in her room.

“She won’t talk to me,” Dixie informed me sadly.

I knocked on her door, but she just yelled at me to go away. From her tone, I knew I was better off following her advice, and so left her to her self-made misery.

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Amber came home with Anna a couple nights later, and I found out why new parent always looked so tired. Luckily there were four of us willing to help out, and I was surprised at how quickly Geo stepped up, and was always there to help with Anna. Geo refused to talk to me, but Dixie told me that my sister had forgiven her, stating that it had been unfair to bring Amber and Dixie into our fight.

As I watched my sister, I caught myself smiling from time to time, and she caught me a few times as well. Every time she caught me, she would stare at me real hard for a couple seconds, then walk away, cooing to my daughter. I would usually walk away shaking my head.

I started to study the subject of incest on the internet, predominantly children borne of such relations, and that put my mind at rest a lot more. First generation incestuous children apparently rarely ever suffered from genetic defects. I decided that I would get my sister pregnant, but only if she apologized for her behavior first. I had an idea of how I might make that happen, but I was going to have to wait a couple weeks first.

The club was doing great, but after my weekend off, and then Anna being born, there was a backlog of work to do. I tried to do as much of it at home as I could, so that I could be around Anna and the girls, but much of it still had to be done at the office. I started implementing what I had learned at the conference, and noticed an immediate up-tick in the girls’ tips. I decided that I needed to go to that conference every year, and if I was lucky enough to run into Angel again, then all the better.

About a week later, I had my head buried in the books, when I heard a knock on my office door. “Come in,” I yelled, slightly frustrated at the interruption in my work, but I tried to maintain an open door policy, and it wouldn’t do to act otherwise.

I smiled at first as Betty and Suzy walked in, but it soon soured as I looked at their faces. Both mad, and I knew I was about to be in the middle of it.

“Betty has been stealing my tips!” Suzy accused as soon as they were both in front of my desk. She looked down at me with her almond shaped eyes in frustrated anger.

“Don’t blame me, if you’re not making enough. I’m no thief.”

“Ladies,” I interrupted, “Mind starting from the beginning?”

“Ever since she started working here, my tips have gone down,” Suzy snapped. I knew this wasn’t exactly true, as every girl had to report their tips at the end of the night, though it was true that her increase hadn’t been as big as some of the other girls, Betty Included. Betty still wasn’t stripping, but she was making good tips behind the bar; enough so that I didn’t have to augment her paycheck in any way.

“John, I earn my tips fair and square. I’m no thief.” The beautiful black woman repeated.

I was at a loss for how to handle this, until something I had heard at the conference struck me. At the time I had thought it a ridiculous thing to do, but now it seemed my only saving grace.

“Suzy, I know your tips haven’t gone down, but if you want, we can settle this in ‘stripper court’ style.” They both looked at me blankly, and I hoped I wasn’t about to make a mistake. “You both agree on a judge and then do a strip for them. Whoever does a better job, wins.”

They looked at each other for a moment, thinking, before Betty turned to me and asked, “But how will we agree on a judge? We will each try to choose one that either favors us, or is against them.”

“I choose you, John,” Suzy told me, and for a fleeting second I felt like a Pokemon.

Betty just stared at Suzy before adding, “Yeah, that makes sense. I also choose you. When do we do this?”

I had been most worried about Betty agreeing to this, as she wasn’t yet stripping, but figured I was getting off easy. “I want this done as soon as possible. I don’t need you two fighting out there tonight.” They both nodded their heads. “Good, now go pick your costumes, and return to my office. As soon as you are both here, we will begin.” The two women nearly ran from my office in their haste to get to their costumes.

I quickly checked the schedule, and verified that neither Geo nor Dixie was working today.

Suzy beat Betty back by only seconds, and my jaw nearly hit the desk as they came in. Suzy had put on a school girl outfit, complete with lollypop and pigtails, while Betty had chosen the naughty teacher outfit. I almost laughed at the irony of their choices, but thought better of it.

“Who goes first?” Betty asked, reminding me why they were there.

“Suzy, you are accusing Betty, so you go first. What music do you want?” She told me the song, and I started it on my computer, before rolling my chair around my desk to watch.

Suzy started by my office door, and did a high stepping walk towards me, sucking on her lollypop. Her hips swayed, and her chest heaved as she walked, but with the hairdo and outfit, it all looked so innocent, that it increased the sexuality of it. Suzy definitely knew how to play that outfit.

There the innocence ended, though, as she started to lick the lolly very suggestively, and turning around, bent over in front of me. Her slender legs stayed straight, and her short plaid skirt rode up, revealing pink panties with the word “SEXY” written across them. Suzy shook her ass, shoved the candy in her mouth, and then placed both hands on her ankle. Looking me seductively in the eyes, she slowly slid her hands up her calf, knee, thigh, hips, and then threw them over her head, just as some loud base played through my office sound system.

She turned back around, and took the two steps to get to me, before placing her hand on my left shoulder, and walking clockwise around, dragging her hand along my chest and the back of my neck. Where her fingers brushed, goose bumps rose. When she was again in front of me, she put her left leg on my armrest and started undulating her body. She let her leg fall, as she sat in my lap, and reached between us, to untie the middle of her shirt. She shrugged it off, as she ground her thighs atop mine, our pelvises mere inches apart.

Suzy had on a lacy white bra, but I could easily see her long nipples trying to poke out. She grabbed my head, pulling it to her chest, and plastered her body to mine, still moving her hips. I couldn’t stop myself from nipping at the soft flesh at my lips.

There was no doubt that Suzy was a great dancer, and knew her stuff, but sometimes she seemed stiff, and at other times she seemed to be off from the music playing. Despite these faults, I was still rock hard, when she stood, unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the ground, revealing her pink panties to full view. She bent over in front of me, offering me a great view of her cleavage and ran a single finger from my lips, down my chest, to the bulge in my crotch. She winked at me as she pushed against it for a second, and then spun away. Reaching behind her back, she unsnapped the bra, letting it fall from her shoulders.

When she turned back around, she was covering her breasts with her hands, but had let her long nipples poke out between her fingers. I grinned at the ploy, knowing that she usually got quite a few hoots and hollers when she was on the dance floor.

Almost with the timing of two base beats, she showed first one breast, then the other. A couple beats later, she dropped her panties, finally standing in the nude.

She sat in my lap, facing away from me, and pressed her ass hard against my groin. I barely stifled my moan as she did this. I had to be a judge here, and remain impartial, I tried to tell myself.

She grabbed my hands, and brought them around to her large nipples. I started to twist them between my fingers, and she plopped her head back on my shoulder. “If I win, you’ll get a special treat afterwards,” I barely heard her whisper over the final crescendo of the music ending.

“My turn at defense,” Betty said, and I reluctantly let Suzy go. I didn’t like that she was trying to bribe me, but I wondered how Betty would do.

I played the requested music, and sat back in my chair, while Suzy watched, still naked, from the side of the office on my couch.

Betty had a long pointer in her hand, that she beat against her other hand in time to the music. She did a slower step than Suzy had done being hampered slightly by the longer skirt. When she was in front of me, used the pointer to tap against my arms, chest, thighs, and even groin, again, in time to the music. When she touched the stick lightly to the bulge in my pants, she put on a fake surprised look, and covered her mouth with her other hand.

She too walked around me, using the stick to keep in touch with me. I realized I was comparing the two dances too closely, and even though I was supposed to be judging them on their moves, it really wasn’t fair to do so, as the similar moves were standard stripper moves. Of course they would be the same.

Betty unbuttoned her blouse, and leaned forward, placing her hands on the armrests of my chair. “Slip it off my shoulders, student,” she ordered loudly enough that Suzy had to hear. Placing my hands on the sides of her neck, I slid them back, removing her shirt from her shoulders, and leaving her in a skimpy red bra that was completely see through.

Betty stepped back, and unzipped her knee length skirt, letting it fall to reveal matching see through panties. She planted herself in my lap, and started moving her hips against me, before saying, “You’re not done yet, student.” I was really enjoying how she was playing the role of teacher, as I unsnapped her bra, finally setting her massive jugs free.

It occurred to me that Betty was stripping much faster than Suzy had. Suzy knew how to draw in her audience, where Betty was trying to get her wares out there as fast as she could. Both ploys were good, but which one was better?

Betty’s red panties soon hit the floor, and she sat back in my lap, this time facing me. She pulled my head to her right breast and my lips to her dark nipple. While this was usually further than any of the girls went out on the dance floor, this was something that tended to happen in the private rooms.

I started to suckle the tasty teat, as Betty moved her hands from my head, down to my groin. I felt her undoing my pants, and wondered how Suzy would react at this. It wasn’t until Betty had my long member out of my pants and she stood up that Suzy noticed.

“That’s cheating!” She exclaimed indignantly.

“I believe the term is ‘objection’,” I told her. “If you object, then get over here and state your case.”

She just looked at me for a second, before jumping up, and running over to us. By that time, Betty was already on her knees, my cock only inches from her large lips. Since my lap was already taken, Suzy proffered me her long nipples, which I gladly sucked up, gently sliding my teeth along them.

I moaned as Betty swallowed my cock down her throat. Her hand was massaging my balls, while her other hand roamed across my chest and stomach.

I had to smile inwardly at how well this had all turned out in my favor.

I reached between Suzy’s legs, and moved my hand frantically back and forth over her clit, making her gasp and moan.

Betty’s lips left my cock as she looked up at me. “So how do we decide this?” She asked.

“I guess whoever gets my cum wins,” I told her releasing Suzy’s nipple.

Suzy then dropped down, and shouldered Betty aside to get her lips on my cock. Betty fought back, and soon I had my penis between two sets of lips.

Betty would go down, and start licking and sucking on my sack, while Suzy swirled her tongue around the head, only to change places a moment later and Betty would be deep throating me as Suzy played with my balls.

Despite the pretense that had started this, I felt bad that I was the only one getting pleased. I stood up, and both women looked up at me, expectantly, probably thinking I was ready to choose. Instead, I lead them over to my couch, and had Betty sit on my face in a sixty-nine, and Suzy got between my legs to continue helping the black woman.

Betty started moaning and grinding her hips against my mouth and tongue, sending vibrations through my cock lodged in her throat.

Suzy stopped playing with my balls, and a second later Betty’s lips left my cock as she sat up.

“Hey, that’s no fair… I mean, objection!” I heard Betty say as Suzy climbed into my lap, and started rubbing my cock against her hole.

I sucked hard on Betty’s clit, and she suddenly climaxed, forgetting her objection as Suzy gently impaled herself on my pole.

I moaned as I slid into the sexy Asian woman, and reached up to start playing with Betty’s large black boobs, only to find that Suzy’s lips were already latched onto one. I almost came right then, but didn’t want to hand Suzy the victory that easily.

I moved the hand that would have gone to Betty’s breast over to Suzy’s, and enjoyed the thought that I now had a different colored breast in each hand. I liked playing with Suzy’s long nipples, and Betty’s large breasts. As I moved my hips rhythmically, I could hear Suzy’s moans, muffled against Betty’s tits.

“Oh, fuck! That feels so good! Suck my clit again, oh yeah, just like that! Mmm, I’ve never had a girl suck my tits before. Oh, Gawd, I think I am going to cum again!” Betty yelled, and my face was once again covered in her juices, about the same time Suzy’s pussy contracted around my cock.

Betty stood up, and pulled Suzy off of me, claiming it was her turn. I stood up, and Suzy just lay on the couch with a dreamy look on her face. Betty looked at me, wondering what I was doing, so I had her bend over Suzy, as I prepared to enter her from behind.

I rubbed my slick cock up and down her pink slit for a few seconds, before thrusting into her in one powerful move. She grunted, but took it, throwing her head back and moaning as I started going in and out of her at a steady pace.

Betty glanced from Suzy below her, to me behind her a couple times, and I saw her get a determined look in her eyes. She bent down lower, sucking one of Suzy’s long nipples between her lips, and I saw her right hand go for the other woman’s crotch. Suzy’s eyes flew open at the touches, and she looked in shock at the woman pleasing her, before placing her left hand on the back of Betty’s head, and I felt her other hand around my balls as she played with Betty’s clit.

This seemed to set Betty on another climax, as her already tight pussy started milking my cock for all it was worth. I had to slow my rhythm, lest I started to cum myself.

“Mmm, yeah! Finger my pussy. Suck my nipples! Oh, yeah. You really know how to please a woman!” Suzy started to mewl. “Ah, fuck yes!” She screamed as her whole body started to convulse. Suzy started pushing Betty’s head down to her crotch, and again she looked at me with that determined expression before moving down. I knew the second that Betty’s beautiful big lips touched the oriental woman’s pussy as Suzy started moaning again in earnest.

I got an idea, and moved Betty sideways, until I was able to step over Suzy’s head. Suzy must have known what I was after, for a second later I felt her tongue on my balls as I slid in and out of Betty. This was starting to be too much for me, but I held back as long as I could.

Suzy started to cum first, shaking and moaning beneath Betty and me, soon followed by Betty, as her cunt clamped down on my cock.

I pulled out, my own climax imminent and stood over the two women, still locked in their sixty-nine position. I shot my cum over the both of them, smiling as it slid off Betty’s side to drip onto Suzy. I’m not sure either woman noticed though, as they just continued to suck and lick each other’s pussies.

Grinning, I went back to my desk to work, but after a couple minutes of them still going at it, I realized I was once again hard, and decided I might as well rejoin the fun.

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