Author: admin

This is a new departure for me, as I have not written anything really autobiographical before – a few incidents in my stories are based on real events (not the coercive or violent ones, of course), but only loosely. However, this particular happening on our summer holiday was so sexy that I have been longing to write about it, and in the end my partner has agreed to me posting this. The title comes from those junior school essays we used to have to write when we went back to school after the summer, or we did when I was a girl anyway.

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2009

I am 38 and my partner, Claire, is 34. She is both a bit taller and slimmer than me, taking a 30C bra size to my 34D. She has light brown hair which is streaked with blonde highlights, bright eyes and laughing lips, long legs and an ass to die for – I swear she’s stolen it from some 18 year old! She is fit and feisty – we go to the gym fairly regularly, and she works out on the cycling and rowing machines, whilst I just swim. We have been together for nearly five years, and for the last three summers have taken our main holiday at a villa in the south of France, in an quiet country region a bit away from the usual tourist areas. This is the story of what happened one day, an amazing fuck that still gets me wet every time I think about the memory … which is why I’ve decided to write it all down.

The villa is great in lots of ways, and perfect in one particular respect – it’s completely private. The nearest small village is about two miles away, and no other dwelling is close to it. It is also on the top of a small ridge, and so it is not overlooked from anywhere else. At the back of the villa, the french windows of the master bedroom, living room and kitchen open onto a paved patio, beyond which is the well-kept lawn of a fairly large garden. All of this is surrounded on the other three sides by a brick wall about three metres high, and at the further end there is a row of cypress trees planted a few feet in from the wall, which tower above it and give a welcome area of shade when the patio gets too hot to sit out on.

One morning in the middle of the first week, I was relaxing on a sun lounger on the patio, reading a novel (a C.J. Cherryh, actually), and wearing – more from habit than any need – a string-tied bikini top and bottom. Claire had taken the car into the village to get fresh bread and croissants, and I heard her come back and park in the garage. However, it was quite a few minutes before she appeared, carrying a large dark green canvas bag as well as the bakery goods. She dropped the latter off in the kitchen, and then came over to me in a mood of bubbling enthusiasm.

‘Babe, look what I found at the back of the garage,’ she said.

I put my book down, and looked at the bag – which was not very informative. ‘Yes?’, I enquired.

‘It’s a croquet set!’ she answered, and proceeded to empty the contents out. There was a set of curved metal hoops, four clubs (I learned later they are actually called mallets), several balls, a centre peg and a wooden hammer; it all looked fairly new, and I guessed it had been acquired since our previous visit.

‘I don’t know, honey,’ I said rather doubtfully, ‘maybe one evening – it’s getting hot now’.

She pursed her lips for a second, looking at me as if there was some joke which I hadn’t understood, and laughed. Then she leaned forward, cupping one of my breasts in her hand and squeezing gently, and gave me a brief kiss on the lips.

‘No – you’re hot, and I know what I want to do about it!’ she said, and there was that mischievous look in her eyes that always turns me on, not least because it is often the prelude to great sex – and so it proved.

‘OK,’ I said, not quite sure where this was going. It turned out to be going to the lawn, as she took me by the wrist and led me out into the middle of it. The day was warm, but the sun was not yet high enough to make it scorching, and there was a welcome light breeze. The lawn must have been tenderly cultivated since the Romans, for it was close-mown but still soft, springy and lushly green – like a wonderful thick carpet.

It turned out that Claire’s idea of playing croquet was nothing like the usual rules. She instructed me to lie down, spread-eagled in a X-shape with my legs and arms apart. Then she took a metal hoop, placed it over my ankle, and knocked it in with the mallet. She had little difficulty sinking it into the soft ground, and was careful with the final strokes – but in a few seconds the cool metal was enclosing my ankle and my leg was firmly pinned to the ground. She did the same for the other ankle and then put two hoops in to hold each arm – one at the wrist and one at the elbow, so that I could raise my shoulders three or four inches off the ground, but otherwise had no freedom of movement at all.

Now, I should tell you that we don’t often play games of restraint, at the most enjoying a bit of light bondage sometimes for a spicy change. But this being staked out on the grass under the summer sun was so dammed sexy, it was giving a new meaning to getting hot – and it was turning both of us on. I was writhing (as much as I could) in the hoops, not to get free but from sexual frustration – I couldn’t touch myself, of course, and my lover wasn’t yet doing her duty. Instead, she stood at my feet, looking up between my spread-open legs, with an expression of lustful glee.

‘Oh, yeah!’ she breathed softly, ‘I do like you like that!’ To look respectable for going to the village, she had put on a cotton wrap skirt in a colourful floral print, a really pretty short-length camisole top in white cheesecloth, and underneath a pink T-shirt bra and a matching rather skimpy pair of string panties. Now, as she admired my prone and pinioned form, she slipped a hand inside the wrap of the skirt, and was clearly giving some attention to her own pussy. What about mine?!

‘Hey!!’, I said, as I struggled a bit more. Then I relaxed and watched with pleasure, as she did a slow, sexy, teasing strip in front of me. First she kicked aside her flip-flops, then the straps of the cami top came down from her shoulders and she pulled it down over her hips, and despatched that as well. With some sinuous twirls, the tie of the wrap skirt was undone, and she held it open to show the underwear beneath. Finally, off came the bra and down came the panties, and my lover stood there in the nude, hands jauntily on her hips, looking very pleased with herself.

Next she knelt between my spread legs, and spent a couple of minutes letting her hands roam over my body, concentrating first on my breasts and stomach, and then tracing her fingers deliciously up my inner thighs. This was so stimulating, and more so because I was imprisoned in the croquet hoops, and the wetness between my legs had little to do with the Mediterranean sunshine.

Claire undid the halter string of my bikini top, pulled it downwards, and then removed it altogether. I gave a sigh of satisfaction as her mouth descended on my breasts – that girl really knows how to suck a tit, and mine were firm and pointy within seconds. Then she sat back on her haunches, and untied the string at each hip which held my bikini briefs in place. It was like unwrapping a birthday present, and I felt so exposed and aroused when she gently pulled the front fabric downwards to reveal my pussy. She fingered me for a moment, getting my juices flowing even more, eliciting from me the first in a series of moans.

Now Claire moved on to what she had really had in mind all along, the idea that had swept her away the moment that she had found the croquet set. She swung round, lowering her ass and pussy onto my face for me to give her some eager oral attention. I was straining in my bonds to get my tongue into her vagina, seeking the prize of her clitoris, when I felt an amazing sensation in my cunt.

I had assumed that Claire would go down on me, as 69 is just about our favourite way of making love. Instead, I was being penetrated by something hard and firm and – as I discovered with a squeal – also very long. It took a moment to register what was happening, and then I realised that Claire was fucking me with the handle of one of the croquet mallets! And it was an amazing feeling, as I sucked in her smell and the taste of mingled sweat and pussy juice, to have my lover sitting astride my captive body, and ramming this phallic pole in and out of my vagina, with deeper and longer strokes.

‘Oh, jeez, honey, yes!’ I moaned, muffled by having a face full of sweetly opened labia. A further thrust made me arch my back, as far as I could do so. I started to shriek (knowing that no one could hear us): ‘Oh, fuck! Give it to me! give it me good, give it me!! Do me, babe, now – NOW! – FUCK, YES, NOW!!! And I came massively, bone-shakingly, breathlessly, with a long shudder and tremor, my buttocks clenching, my hips thrusting, my back arching as much as the metal hoops would let me. I felt like the world was whirling around me, dizzy and a bit faint. ‘Fucking amazing,’ I thought, ‘and what an amazing fuck!’

I still had to finish her off, and she sat back further on my face, shifting her hands to my breasts, kneading and rubbing them. I gathered a bit of strength from somewhere, and applied myself to the task eagerly. Before long, she was rising up and down, hands spread out to keep from toppling over, her pussy wide open and her eyes squeezed shut. She shifted her hands suddenly to her own tits, and I knew she was about to come – she often pulls on her own nipples as she approaches orgasm. And so it was, and she climaxed with a series of deep rasping grunts, their rapidity and pitch increasing as she approached that golden moment of ecstasy and relief.

Spent and satisfied, Claire rolled off me. For a moment she lay beside me on the grass, and then she kissed me softly on the lips. She rose to her feet and, before I could grasp what she was intending, she gave me a wave, blew me a kiss – and walked off into the house, leaving me pinned on the lawn, legs wide open and arms stretched above my head. I called out to her, but she disappeared into the kitchen, so I shifted to yelling.

‘Claire? Claire! let me go! – what’s going on, what are you doing? Claire?!! Claire, you cunt, you can’t leave me here like this!! Let me go – please!’ I shouted and pleaded for several minutes, wondering what she was up to. Then she came into my view again, having restored her bra and skirt (but not the panties). She had a bottle of beer in one hand, chilled from the fridge, and I watched in mounting disbelief as she took a long swig from it.

‘Don’t I get any?’, I asked, trying for a wheedling voice. ‘C’mon, babe, let me out of this – please?’

‘Sure, you get some’, she said, and she held the bottle to my lips to let me take a mouthful. But then, she poured the remainder over my pussy, and lapped it up with her tongue. I’m really not into the food thing – and thank God, Claire isn’t either – as I’ve never found it to be erotic, but I must admit that her oral attentions to my cum-drenched, beer-soaked vagina were tantalisingly different from usual. I came again under her attentions, though not with the volcanic eruption of the first fuck with the mallet.

As if she could read my thoughts, Claire picked up the mallet that had been the substitute dildo, and re-inserted it. I was thoroughly wet and loose now, and it sank in even further than before. Claire pistoned it in and out half a dozen times, until I climaxed again with something like a banshee wail. Then she left it in there, well inside me, and to my disbelief she got up and walked away. I shouted at her again and again to come and remove the mallet and hoops, but she just laughed and gave her impish smile – and then she sat on the swing chair, shaded by its awning, and flicked through a magazine.

‘I like the view as it is, sweetie,’ she shook her head, and teased: ‘maybe later …’

I couldn’t believe it, the nerve of it. I had hugely enjoyed the amazing sex, and the erotic sensation of being staked down, submissive to my younger lover. But this was not so funny, and how long did she intend to leave me here anyway? I began to get a bit cross, which of course was exactly what Claire was intending to happen.

Of course, the croquet hoops were not that firmly embedded into the soft earth, and once I realised it was down to me to get free, it really was not too difficult. The slowest part was getting the first wrist hoop pulled up enough to slip out of, and then the elbow one on the same arm. After that, the other arm and the ankles were quick and easy, and I slowly pulled the mallet handle out of my vagina – getting quite a delicious sensation as I did so. I was a bit stiff and had pins and needles as I got to my feet, naked and a bit cheesed off. I advanced up the lawn menacingly towards her chair, as she dropped her magazine and jumped to her feet.

‘It’s payback time, I’m gonna have you!’ I growled, admittedly hamming it up a bit – I wasn’t really that cross, but I didn’t mind her wondering for a minute or two. She gave a squeal that was half-alarmed and half-delighted, and scuttled behind a sun lounger.

‘Mmm, yes,’ she said with a wicked grin, ‘but, first – you gotta catch me!!’, and with that she took off at a run, barefoot, first down into the garden and then – as I raced after her – back up onto the patio, through the kitchen (dodging around the big oak table), through the sitting room, and into our bedroom. This was a dead end, but – of course – it was where she had always intended that I would catch her.

I was aroused by the chase, but also still just a bit mad at her, so I was a bit firmer than I would ever normally be. I grabbed Claire and flung her face-down, with her top half on the bed and her ass sticking out over the edge, her knees and feet on the floor. I pulled the wrap skirt roughly open and up around her waist, exposing that sweet fantastic firm ass of hers. I was going to make it tremble with ecstasy – but first, lesson time!

‘You are a naughty, naughty girl!’ I said, as sternly as I could, but nearly breaking down into laughter. To cover that up, I gave her a firm smack on each butt – not really painful, but enough to sting and produce a very satisfactory yelp of protest. That only encouraged me to give one more to each cheek, as she squealed and wriggled. Then I put my hand on her back, swiftly undoing her bra, and ordered her in a no-nonsense tone of voice not to move.

Quickly, I reached into the nearby dresser drawer and found my strap-on, and buckled it into place. Then I pushed her legs further apart and ran a finger along the length of her pussy cleft. As I thought, she was almost dripping wet, and her labia were already slightly parted. So, with no more ceremony or foreplay, I gripped her firmly above the hips, lined the knob of the plastic dildo up and plunged it into her, all the way home so that the backplate gave a firm smack against her buttocks. Claire gave a shriek of mingled shock and delight, raising her ass up off the bed to give me a better alignment for ramming it into her again. I was riding a wave of lust and excitement, and I lost all restraint, giving her a harder, faster fucking than we ever usually do (and doing her doggy-style is one of my favourites, her ass is just so neat). I was getting off on this as much as she was, and we were both nearly screaming, mounting rapidly to climax. It exploded way too soon, and I collapsed on top of her. We lay together on the rumpled sheets, out of breath, but laughing and kissing. After that, only one thing was possible – a long soak in the bath together, and another good thing about the villa is its positively sybaritic bathroom, which features a large oval whirlpool bath in white marble which has plenty of room for two.

We played “croquet” a few more times during the holiday, although by agreement we didn’t again leave whoever was pinned down to get herself free. A couple of times, as a prelude, we actually played the proper game itself – it’s quite fun, on a good lawn like that – with the prize being that the winner got to stake out the loser. I hope, when we go next summer, the croquet set is still there …

If you enjoyed this, you might like my fiction stories as well …

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The Devil’s Pact
by mypenname3000
copyright 2013

Chapter Four: Salesgirls

Mary and I exited the Heavenly Creature’s Salon, arm’s wrapped around each other’s waist. “Where’s your car?” Mary asked, peering curiously around the parking lot.

“I got rid of that P.O.S.,” I told her, leading her to my new silver Mustang. The original owner decided to be an asshole to me so I swapped cars with him and sent his wife into an orgy to punish him. “Here’s my new ride, Mare.”

Mary raised her eyebrows at the car. “How’d that happened.”

“I traded my car for it.”

“How can you do that?” Mary asked. “Everyone just does what you tell them to.”

It was simple, I made a deal with the devil and now people have to do what I tell them, happily and willingly. But, I didn’t want to tell Mary that. “If you really want to know, I’ll tell you tonight. Think carefully about it. You won’t like the answer.”

She frowned at me, auburn eyebrows furrowing. “What does that mean?”

“Just think about it,” I told her. I could tell her to just forget about it. But, something stopped me. I loved her. It didn’t feel right making her do what I wanted to. She wasn’t like the other women. I kissed her on forehead. “I love you.”

She blushed and smiled. “Love you, too, hun.” Her lips were soft and warm on my as she kissed me. “So, you’re going to buy me new clothes?”

“I am,” I told her. “You can get whatever you want. No matter the cost.”

“Well then, I hope you can keep up.”

“I’m your stallion. I have loads of stamina.” At least sexual stamina. Another thing I got from the Devil. And a long, healthy life.

She giggled. “I bet you do.” Her hand grasped my cock and felt it hardened beneath her touch. Then she was slipping into the passenger seat of my Mustang. “Come on,” she said impatiently.

“Okay, Mare,” I said, adjusting my cock in my pants. I got into my new Mustang. The engine roared gloriously to life.

“The Mustang fits you,” Mary said as I backed out of the space. “You’re free from the rules of society. You’re a wild horse roaming the plains, mounting any filly you want.” I grinned at her. “You can have all the filly’s you want, just remember I’m your number one mare.”

“Forever,” I answered and she nodded. “Of course, your free to mount just as many fillies.”

Mary laughed in a rich, musical timbre. “How would two fillies fuck?” she asked. “I don’t think mounting would work. Maybe they would just back into each other to rub pussies together.” I laughed, picturing two horses pressing their rears together.

“Maybe they would take turns licking,” I suggested, stopping at the light at the parking lots exit. Across the street was our destination, the South Hill Mall.

Mary laughed harder. “Like … a salt … lick,” she gasped between laughs. Her laugh was contagious and I found myself laughing with her. She had turned a bright red and it was a minute before she regained her composure. “I’ve always wanted horses,” she said after she caught her breath. “I remember the last summer before …” She paused, sadness flickering across her face, “before my mom left, she took me out riding in the mountains. They were majestic creatures. Have you ever ridden a horse?”

“No,” I said with a shake of my head. The light turned green and I crossed Meridian. “Maybe we could go riding together.”

Mary smiled at me. “I would like that.”

I found a place to park. I used the remote to lock the car and chuckled as all the lights flashed and the horn honked. I never had a car with remote locks before and I unlocked it and locked it again. Mary watched with an amused expression. “Having fun?” she asked me.

“Yeah,” I said, unlocking the car again. She rolled her eyes at me and I grinned at her and locked the door. “Fine, I’m finished.”

Arms wrapped around each other’s waist, we entered into the mall. We walked slowly through the mall, window shopping and girl watching. The girl watching turned into a kind of game where we would each take turns pointing out a cute girl and whispering what we would like to do to them. Once, Mary pointed out a Latina with a full ass and a tribal tramp stamp and whispered in my ear, “I would love to eat your cum out of her ass,” right as this old lady walk buy. The old lady looked disgust at us and we broke out laughing as she stalked away.

The first store Mary led us to was Old Navy. It was brightly lit and full of colorful clothes. “I love to shop here,” Mary told me. She saw something on a rack of clothing and practically flew over, grabbing the sleeve of a shirt. “These are so cute!” she exclaimed as she browsed the clothes.

“How are you doing today,” a nasally pitched, effeminate young man asked Mary. I was disappointed. I was hoping for a cute girl working the register that I could have some fun with while Mary shopped, not some guy. I sighed in disappointment, as he explained in excited detail all about the shirts Mary was browsing. I was starting to suspect he was gay, no straight guy could possibly be that excited about clothing. Oh well, at least he would not be hitting on Mary.

I looked around the store and it was pretty empty save for a beautiful teenage girl, pixie slim, with long, blue-back hair streaked with bright, purple highlights. I smiled, guess I was going to have some fun after all. She wore floral print tanktop that was cut short enough to expose her flat stomach and pierced bellybutton. Underneath her short jean skirt, she wore hot pink leggings. The girl held up a top to show someone and I saw an older woman half-hidden behind a clothes rack. She was in her mid-thirties, attractive, and resembled the girl. She was either an older sister or was really young when she had her daughter.

“Hey,” I told the store clerk. “Go close the security gate and then assist Mary with her shopping. Ignore the fucking going on in the back of the store.”

“Oh, absolutely, sir,” he said and sauntered off.

Mary glanced back in the girl, her eyes lighting up when she saw the pixyish beauty in the back. “She’s cute.” Mary slapped my ass. “Give her a good ride, stallion.”

God, I loved Mary. I kissed her, before I threaded my way to the back of the store, while behind me the security gate started to close. The teenage girl and her companion looked up in alarm. “It’s okay,” I told them, smiling pleasantly. “You can keep shopping.”

“What’s going on,” the woman asked, putting a protective arm around the teenager. She was as beautiful as the girl; not the fresh innocent of a teenager, but the lush maturity of an adult. She dressed in a loose flowing, white sundress covered in sunflowers. The dress fell to mid thigh and was cut low to show off her abundant cleavage. She was a least a cup size larger than the teenager, probably a C.

“I’m an inspector,” I lied, “and we just need some privacy. Nothing to be frightened about.” Both women relaxed. “I’m Mark.”

“I’m Laura,” the woman in the sundress said, “and this is my daughter, Melody.”

“Hi,” Melody greeted in a chipper voice. “Today’s my birthday. I turned sixteen.”

“How sweet,” I said. “Well, I think I have a birthday present for you.”

Her eyes widened in excitement. “Free clothes!” she shrieked, and threw her arms around me in a hug. Her body was warm and firm against me, her small breasts pressing softly into my chest. She smelled of lilac. It was nice for the brief moment it lasted, then the girl moved away, blushing in embarrassment.

“I need to inspect both your bodies, because I’m a female body inspector,” I said, using the lamest line I ever saw on a T-Shirt. “That’s what my camcorders for. And I need you both to cooperate one hundred percent. So, Laura, I need to see your breasts.”

Laura nodded and pulled her sundress over her head. She was wearing a lacy, red bra and matching red, transparent panties. “Damn, mom, what’s with the sexy underwear. You and Tony going to get frisky tonight?” Melody asked with a sly grin. “On my birthday?”

“Maybe,” Laura quipped. “You were going out with your friends, right?”

I noticed the wedding band on Laura’s finger. “You call your dad, Tony?” I asked Melody.

“My step-dad,” Melody scowled. “He’s alright.”

Laura reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. Her tits were large, round, marred only by the tiniest of stretch marks. Her aerola were the largest I ever seen, as big as a silver dollar. “Melody, play with your mom’s nipples till their hard.”

Melody’s slim fingers reached out, caressing her mother’s aerola, circling the pink flesh as her nipple hardened. Laura sighed softly as her daughter’s fingers slid across to the other breast. Melody squeezed her tit, then rubbed her palm across the nipple in slow circles. When she finished, both mother and daughter were flushed with excitement, Melody’s nipples pressed hard against her blouse, as erect as her mothers.

“Very nice,” I said as I filmed her. “Panties next.” Laura shrugged out of her panties. A black, triangular patch of hair grew above the bare lips of her pussy. A gold ring pierced the hood of her clit, glinting sexily.

“Fuck, mom!” Melody cursed in surprise. “When did you get your cunny pierced?”

Laura blushed. “Well, I had a … wild youth,” she answered, delicately. “And, um, Tony, he likes to, um, play with it.”

“Okay, Melody, time to see how you stack-up compared to your mother.”

Melody grinned impishly. “I thick I stack-up very well,” she boasted. She peeled off her top revealing a hot-pink bra, which quickly followed the shirt to the floor. Her breasts were small, firm, and perky, topped with small, pink nipples. Next, she kicked off her stylish, black shoes and then wiggled out of her jean skirts. Lastly, she peeled off the pink leggings and a pair of pink panties. Her ass was slim and her legs slender. Her pussy was tight and shaved bare, her clit hard and peeking out.

“You both are very beautiful,” I said, unbuttoning my pants and pulling out my half-hard dick.

“What do you plan on doing with that,” Melody asked, eying my cock nervously.

“It’s your birthday present,” I told Melody. “But I need you and your mom to get it ready. So both of you start sucking.”

Mother and daughter knelt before me. Laura grasped my dick and licked up one side. Melody copied her mom, licking up the other side. My dick started to harden as mother and daughter slid wet tongues up my shaft. They both reached the tip, tongues sliding wetly over the head. They both jumped back when their tongues brushed together about my cock. “Don’t be scared to kiss, ladies. Both of you have long desired each other. Don’t be afraid to explore those desires.”

Their mouths were hot on my cock, kissing around my cock. Laura reached out slowly, tenderly, and cupped her daughter’s perky tit. Melody moaned as her mother delicately rolled her hard nipple between her fingers. Laura’s sucked the tip of my dick into her wet and warm mouth and Melody started to kiss her mother’s cheek, the girl’s pink lips moving lower, down her mother’s sloping neck, down her breastbone. Laura sucked harder on my cock as her daughter’s lips enveloped her hard nipple, nursing at her mothers breast.

“Are they related?” Mary asked. She had several blouses folded over one arm. Behind her, the clerk had even more clothes draped over his arm.

“Yeah, mother and daughter,” I moaned as Laura started bobbing her head on my cock. “Did you find something you like?”

“Gabe and I have come up with a few outfits,” Mary answered. “You have fun, hun.”

I kissed her. “I love you, Mare.”

“Even with another woman’s mouth on your cock?” Mary asked mischievously.

“Well, she’s sucking my cock pretty well,” I said, pretending to consider. “Yeah, even with her mouth on my dick.”

“Good,” she answered with a smile and kissed me. “C’mon, Gabe.” Mary led the clerk to the changing rooms at the back of the store.

I glanced down at the two women, Melody sucking hard at her mother’s tit. My eyes followed the lines of her back to her slim ass. I pulled my cock out Laura’s sweet mouth and knelt down behind Melody. Laura threw back her head, moaning, cradling her daughter’s head to her tit. “Oh, my sweet child,” she moaned. “I’ve missed nursing you.”

I knelt down behind Melody, and gripped her waist, lifting her up so she was on her knees, still sucking at her mom’s tit. “Here’s your birthday present,” I said and thrust my cock into her wet cunt. She was tight, like a vice, and so fucking warm.

“Oh, fuck!” Melody gasped, “Christ, he’s bigger than Dillon! He’s stretching my cunny so good, mom!”

“Happy birthday, Melody,” Laura said, stroking her daughter’s face. She bent down and captured her daughter’s lips in a loving kiss. “I got a present for you, too, songbird.” Laura sat on the floor, spreading her legs wide before Melody’s face. Laura’s cunt was wet, lips spread wide open. “Eat momma’s cunny!” Melody leaned down, pink tongue sliding up her mother’s slit as I fucked hard into her tight hole.

“Hun, how’s do I look?” Mary asked as I fucked Melody’s cunt. She was stepping out of the changing room dressed in a red dress, tight on her body. A red skirt cinched just under her breasts fell loosely about her waist, ending above the knees. The dress had no sleeves or straps, and exposed a fair amount of her freckled bosom.

I whistled appreciatively. “You look hot,” I said, not pausing my fucking Melody’s tight cunt.

“You look cute, sweetie,” Laura moaned. “And so do you, songbird! You look so cute eating your mama-bird’s cunny.”

Melody’s cunt was so tight and silky, I held off cumming as long as I could, wanting to enjoy her teenage cunt and watch the slut eat her mother’s dripping cunny. Mary came out modeling four more outfits: a pair of tight jeans and a hot pink, button-up blouse; red capris pants with a white tanktop decorated with pink flowers; a pleated black skirt and blue, transparent shirt with little black songbirds on it and a black bra visible through the fabric; and a red and white striped pencil skirt with a white, a white, gauzy shirt with a v-neckline.

While Mary was modeling outfits, Melody had brought Laura to four screaming orgasms, Laura’s juices flooding her daughter’s lips. Melody drank her mother’s nectar like a woman dying of thirst. Twice, Melody’s tight cunt and constricted on my cock as I fucked her to orgasm.

“What’d you think,” Mary asked for the sixth time, twirling in a black dress, the loose skirt billowing out.

I eyed her up and down. The dress had a loose skirt, cinched at her waist, and then fitted tightly on her torso, clinging to her breasts like a second skin. The dress had short sleeves, that barely covered her shoulders, and a square cut neckline that exposed her bosom almost to her areolas. The bodice lifted her breasts up, enhancing them to seem larger and rounder. “God, your beautiful,” I moaned. I couldn’t hold back any longer and shot my cum in Melody’s tight cunt. Three large blasts straight into her young womb.

I pulled out, cum oozing slowly out of her tight hole, and stood up. I walked over to Mary and hugged her and kissed her passionately. We made out for a few minutes, my hand sliding down her back to grope at her ass through the sleek fabric. “I guess you like it,” Mary said when we broke our kiss. She glanced down and winced. “Of course, you got cum all over the front.” I looked down, my cum stained cock had rubbed on the skirt, staining the fabric.

“Gabe, bag up Mary’s clothes and find a fresh copy of this dress in her size,” I ordered. “Of course, sir,” Gabe answered with his nasally voice.

“Leave out the pencil skirt and the white, peasant blouse,” Mary ordered Gabe, who nodded his head in agreement.

“Ohh, fuck, eat my cunny, mom!” Melody moaned. Mary and I looked over to see Melody on her back, her mother between her spread legs, digging my cum out of her daughter’s pussy with her tongue. Mary’s hand found my cock and she gently stroked it as we watched Laura eat out her daughter’s cunt. Melody writhed on her back, hands gripping her mother’s head as she moaned in ecstasy. My hand slid down Mary’s backside and lifted the hem of her dress and slid underneath. She wasn’t wearing panties and I caressed her bare ass before I stuck a finger up her ass. Mary moaned, squeezing my cock harder as she jerked me off.

“When Melody cums, you take the mother and I’ll have the daughter,” Mary whispered in my ear. Mary read my mind and I nodded my head in agreement.

Melody was panting loudly as her mother vigorously ate her cunt. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum! Oh, mommy, you’re making my cunny explode!” Melody writhed and flexed as her orgasm rolled over her. Laura gently licked up her daughter’s juices before crawling up her daughter’s body to kiss her gently on the lips.

“Happy birthday, songbird,” Laura whispered.

“Thank you, mama-bird,” Melody breathed. “That was wonderful.” Then she kissed her mother back.

Mary and I walked over to the happy family. “That was real hot, ladies,” I said. “Mare, here, wants to give Melody a present as well.”

Melody smiled eagerly up at Mary. Laura rolled off her daughter, both sweaty and flushed. Mare pulled her dress up over her head, revealing her pale curves. Melody’s eyes drank in Mary’s naked form. “Your heart is real cute,” Melody said as she stared at the heart-shaped patch of auburn pubic hair that grew above Mary’s waxed pussy lips.

“Thanks,” Mary said. “I love you belly piercing.” Mary knelt down and gave Melody’s bellybutton piercing, a dangling silver chain with a small ruby on the end, a tug. Then Mary crawled on top of Melody. Their breasts kissed and then their mouths. Mary settled her weight on Melody’s lithe body. Melody spread her legs, wrapping them about Mary’s waist, and Mary started to rotate her hips, fucking her clit into Melody’s.

“Oh, shit,” Melody moaned. “Our clits are touching. Oh, fuck that’s good.”

“Damn, that’s hot watching you trib,” I told Mary. “I love watching tribbing!”

“Tribbing, is that, uhhh, what it’s called?” Mary panted. “Discovered it with Joy today. Mmhhh, squeeze my ass. Don’t be afraid to stick a finger in.” Melody’s hand clawed at Mary’s butt. Mary bucked her hips hard when Melody’s finger slid slowly into her asshole.

I handed the camcorder to Gabe. “Film,” I ordered as I got on top Laura, her legs spread invitingly open for me. Laura grasped my cock and and guided it to her wet cunt. I slid in, slowly, savoring her pussy’s warm embrace. She was looser than her daughter, but still had a firm, warm grip. Laura fucked her hips back into me, matching my rhythm. I kissed at her neck while she clawed at my back and moaned in wordless pleasure. I looked over to my left and watched Mary riding Melody hard. Both girls were panting and moaning, pink tongues exploring each other’s mouths, and hands groping firm breasts, tweaking hard nipples.

“I guess you figured out how two fillies could fuck,” I told Mary.

Mary grinned at me and moaned, “I did! And it’s sooo good! How’s your filly?”

“She’s a spirit ride,” I panted back. I noticed our hands were close together and I reached out and caressed Mary’s hand. She smiled at me and our finger’s interlocked as we fucked our fillies hard. Mary’s plump ass flexed and jiggled as she rubbed her clit and pussy into Melody’s.

“Oh, god, this is a great present!” gasped Melody. “Ohh, fuck, you’re making me cum.” Melody wriggled beneath Mary, fingering her ass and kissing her neck as she came. Mary captured her lips as her body shuddered in orgasm on top the sixteen year old.

I sucked Laura’s large nipple into my mouth, exploring the hard, sensitive nub with my tongue as her cunt squeezed my cock. “Oh, crap!” Laura moaned, fingernails leaving hot scratches down my back as she came underneath me.

I was close to cumming as I pulled out of Laura’s warmth and jerked off over her, spraying her belly and large tits. She panted, my white cum running thickly down across her belly and the slopes of her breasts. Mary slid off Melody and started licking my cum of her belly while Melody cleaned the cum off her mother’s tits. It was so beautiful, watching my Mary lick my cum off another woman. Gabe was filming my cock, I realized, not the beautiful women on the floor and I pointed at the girls.

Laura pulled her daughter into her embrace and kissed her cum stained lips. “Thanks mom,” Melody said happily, “this has been the best birthday ever!”

Laura smiled and kissed her daughter’s inviting lips again. “We definitely have to play hooky again next year.”

Clothes were found and everyone got dressed. Mary and I took turns kissing mother and daughter. I gave them my cell number and told them to call for Melody’s next birthday. Mary looked fantastic in her red-and-white striped skirt and white, peasant blouse. I told her she looked gorgeous, and she smiled happily. Gabe had the rest of Mary’s clothes bagged up at the cash register and once we were all decent, he opened the security gate.

“Gabe,” I said as Mary and I were walking out the store. “Give Melody an outfit for free. It’s her birthday, after all.”

Gabe answered in his nasally, effeminate voice, “Of course sir. There’s this charming blue chambray dress with white songbirds that’s just to die for. Girlfriend, you will look absolutely stunning in!” he said, leading Melody towards a rack of dresses.

“You want to get lunch?” I asked Mary. I was famished after so much fucking. Mary’s stomach gave a cute rumble and she laughed.

We went to the food court and purchased lunch. Mary got a large plate of pasta and a slice of pizza from Sbarro’s while I hit up the Chinese buffet, getting chow mein, orange chicken, sweet and sour pork and some egg rolls to share with Mary. We chatted as we ate, talking about the TV Shows that we liked, and about movies and books. Mary, it turned out, loved cop dramas. She watched all of them. Her favorites were Castle and Bones. And she just loved Grey’s Anatomy, which I confessed I had never watched before. Somehow I ended up promising to watch Grey’s Anatomy reruns on netflix with her.

Then, the conversation turned to books and it turned out we both liked to read fantasy and sci-fi, much to our mutual delight. I got introduced to fantasy through Tolkien and Mary through Twilight, but I choose not to hold that against her. We discussed our favorite books and gave each other recommendations; Mary recommended Brandon Sanderson’s ‘Mistborn’ trilogy, and I told her to check out Steven Erikson’s ‘Malazan Book of the Fallen’. When I glanced at my cell phone, I was surprised that we just spent an hour talking about Song of Ice and Fire theories.

With lunch finished, Mary had more shopping to do. I grabbed the bags, and arms around the other’s waist, we walked through the mall. Passing Hot Topic, my eye caught a slutty sailor dress on display. It was blue and white with red bows, low cut bodice, and a short, ruffled skirt. I bet Mary would look so hot in that dress. Mary saw what I was looking at and smiled.

“You like that dress?” Mary asked and I nodded. She gave a throaty laugh. “Okay, I have an idea. I’ll go in and pick up some of their naughtier clothing as a surprise for you. And that sailor dress, and you can amuse yourself.”

“How?” I asked, curious.

There was a naughty twinkle in her eye. She pointed to the two salesgirls lounging at the register. One was a blonde with short hair wearing a pink plaid, very short, catholic school girl skirt, a white corset with black lacings, and knee high, white socks. The other girl was behind the counter and wore a red corset, laced up the front, the bodice pushing up her tits. Her hair was black, with blue and purple streaks, gathered in twin pigtails. Both girls had black lipstick and multiple piercings dotting lips, noses, and eyebrows.

“If you stood behind the girl at the cash register, I bet you could be fucking her and no one could tell. Just lift up her skirt and bury your cock in,” Mary said. “That should keep you busy while the blonde helps me shop and bags my purchases.”

“What if she doesn’t have a skirt?” I asked, straining to look.

“Then fuck the blonde,” Mary answered, shaking her head at me, amazed I could be so stupid. “But, I bet you she’s wearing a skirt, and she’s tall enough for this to work.”

“You’re right, Mare,” I answered, feeling a little stupid. “I love your idea.”

“Of course you do,” Mary answered. “What guy wouldn’t.”

“Gabe,” I quipped, remembering the gay clerk from Old Navy.

Mary giggled. “Fine, what straight guy wouldn’t like my idea.”

I did not have an answer, so I led Mary into Hot Topic, my cock hard in my pants. We walked up to the two salesgirls who eyed us up. “Welcome to Hot Topic,” the blonde said in a smokey voice. Up close, I could see that the black-haired girl was wearing a skirt, black and short with black lace on the hem. Black, thigh-high fishnet stalkings covered her pale legs and made her look even more slutty

“Hi, I’m Mark and this is Mary,” I said in a friendly manner. “What are you two beautiful ladies names?”

“I’m Lillian,” the black-haired girl answered, “and this is Anne.”

“Anne, I want you to help Mary with her shopping,” I ordered the blonde. “Do whatever she wants, no matter how strange.”

“Of course,” Anne answered, smiling with her pierced lips. She took Mary’s hand and led her deeper into the store.

I turned to Lillian, who had a sultry grin on her black lips. “You are going to let me fuck you.”

“Absolutely,” Lillian purred.

“We’re going to fuck right here,” I told her. “I’ll be behind you and if anyone asks, I’m training you.” She licked her lips excitedly and I walked behind the counter. “Take off your panties.”

Lillian reached under her skirt and pulled a pair of black, ruffled panties. She stepped out of her panties and held them to my face. I took them and breathed in her scent, musky and sweet. I stuffed the panties in my pocket, joining the pair I took from Cynthia and Vivian at the coffee shop this morning. I unzipped my fly and pulled my cock out. I stood behind her, lifting her short skirt up enough to get my cock underneath. The lace of her skirt’s hem felt cool and silky as it brushed my cock before I found her hot, wet hole.

We both groaned as I slowly slid into her warm depths, her cunt rippling softly about my cock. I bottomed out in her pussy, my cock pressing against her womb. She breathed in deeply, wiggling her hips as I slowly fucked her. I could only use short strokes, barely pulling any of my cock out before sliding back in. Outside, people streamed past the entrance to Hot Topic, unaware that we were fucking just fifteen feet away.

School must be over because a pair of giggling teenage girls stumbled into the store. I stopped fucking Lillian, resting hilt deep inside her. Lillian was breathing heavily and she squeezed her cunt slowly on my cock. One of the girls came up to the register to buy necklace. She was cute, fifteen maybe, with a low cut blouse and a pair of small tits. She rested her arms on the counter and I could see down her blouse. She wasn’t wearing a bra and I caught a flash of pink nipple as she shifted. It was too much for me. Gritting my teeth, I came hard in Lillian’s pussy.

Lillian gasped, and the schoolgirl looked quizzically at us. “Are you all right?” she asked.

“Just fine,” Lillian answered as another jet of semen flooded into her. “I ate a really big sausage and it just filled me up.” Lillian clenched her cunt hard on my dick and then wiggled her hips.

“Okay,” the girl muttered, handing Lillian a twenty. Lillian fumbled for the girl’s change and she left with her friend. My dick didn’t even get soft and I just started fucking Lillian again.

“Fuck, that was hot!” Lillian moaned.

The second time I came in Lillian’s cunt was when this sluttily dressed teenage girl with bubblegum pink hair strolled into the store. She wore a shredded skirt made of wispy purple and white fabric that barely covered her ass, a tight t-shirt that fit tight across her tits and it was quite clear her ample breasts were not supported by a bra. Her nipples were hard, clearly outlined in the thin material of her shirt. There were dimples on either side of her nipples and it took me a moment to realize that they were pierced. The shirt was pink and had “Daddy’s little girl” written across her breasts. The word “girl” was cross out and underneath was written “slut”.

Lillian had one hand rubbing her clit and she was close to cumming when the teenager walked in and had to quickly pull her hand up. The girl noticed the motion and smiled wickedly and winked at Lillian, clearly not fooled. She sauntered over to the counter and breathed in deeply. We reeked of pussy juices and cum by then and by her smile she clearly new what we were up to. “Whatcha doin’?

“T-training,” Lillian stammered.

“Slut training?” the girl asked with a smirk.

“Oh, yeah,” Lillian moaned as I started to fuck her again. “I’m such a whore!”

Lillian started to move her hand back to her clit but was stopped by the girl. “Let me help.” The girl reached across the counter and her fingers reached under Lillian’s skirt. I felt her fingers caress my cock as it plunged into Lillian’s cunt before she started to frig Lillian’s clit. Lillian gasped and her cunt started rapidly constricting on my cock as she came.

“Fuck!” Lillian moaned. “I was so horny, I just came when you touched me.”

The girl laughed and licked Lillian’s juices off her finger. I fucked hard into Lillian and shot my second load into Lillian as I watched this pink-haired slut lick Lillian’s cream. I groaned and breathed heavily on Lillian neck. The teenager ran her pink tongue over her full lips slowly, a silver stud pierced her tongue. “How’s her training? Did she live up to your expectations?”

“She’s a natural,” I groaned, as Lillian started to gently squeeze her cunt on my cock again. “She really strives to please, which is important in customer service.” From the back of the store I heard a muffled groan and wondered what Mary and Anne were getting up to. Probably Anne’s tongue in Mary’s cunt.

The girl giggled wickedly. “I’ve always wanted to work at Hot Topic. Can you give me some training?”

Holy shit. This girl was going to let me fuck her without me having to make her. Fuck, I couldn’t believe it. I was so excited, and Lillian’s cunt felt so warm and tight as she massaged my cock with her pussy walls, I shot a third load of cum up inside her. Panting, I said, “Absolutely. Just have to interview you first.”

“Oh, of course,” she said, nodding seriously.

“What’s your name?” I asked. “And how old are you.”

“Allison Hertz,” she answered, “and I’m seventeen.”

“Well Allison, take off your panties and let me see what kind of pussy I’ll be working with.”

“I’m not wearing panties,” Allison confided, lifting up the front of her skirt. Her pussy was shaved smooth, her slit tight,and juices glistened on her lips. Tattooed above her pussy was “Cum on in” with a little red arrow pointing at her clit.

“How’d you get your parents permission to get that tattoo?” Allison licked her lips suggestively. “I didn’t. I let the tattoo artist cum in and he was more than happy to give me the tat for free.”

“And those nipple piercing? Did he cum on in as well?” She shook her head. “I had to lick a tight pussy to get those.”

“Well, you’re hired,” I told her.

Allison walked behind the counter and pulled up the back of her skirt to expose a perky ass. I pulled out of Lillian’s cunt and moved behind Allison. I had to bend a little lower, but I got my cock stuffed up into Allison tight cunt. Lillian was between us and the entrance, blocking us from view allowing me to fuck Allison hard and fast.

“Fuck that slut!” Lillian urged, lifting her black skirt with one hand and playing with her messy pussy with the other. Lillian brought her stained fingers to her lips and Allison slid her hand between her legs and shoved two fingers up Lillian’s cunt. “You naughty whore,” moaned Lillian. “That feels sooo nice.”

“And you feel so wet,” Allison whispered, then leaned over and she kissed Lillian. “Oh, god, fuck me stud!” Allison hissed when she finished kissing Lillian. “I’m close to cumming!” I fucked her harder, her cunt spasming pleasantly on my dick as she came loudly, drawing the attention of passing mall shopper, a middle-aged woman dressed in a conservative, cloud blue pantsuit.

As the woman entered the store, I wondered just what I could get away with, so I pulled my cock slowly out of Allison’s cunt. Trying to move as little as possible, I slid my wet dick between the cheeks of her ass and slowly pushed it into her asshole. Allison stiffened and gasped. “Are you okay, dear?” The woman asked, eying the flushed teenager as my dick slid deeper and deeper into her ass.

“I’m just fine,” Allison panted. “Just being trained.”

The woman peered suspiciously at us as my cock bottomed out in her asshole, tight and hot. Allison squirmed a bit, trying to get used to my shaft invading her ass. “Are you sure, sweetheart.”

“Oh yes,” Allison gasped as I started to slowly withdraw my dick. “He’s an amazing teacher. Right, Lillian?”

Lillian licked her lips. “Oh yes! He cums here all the time. To make sure we’re well trained.”

This conversation was too much for me, and I came in Allison’s ass as I slid slowly in, sighing in pleasure. “You three are some disgusting deviants,” the woman said shrilly. “I’m going to get mall security.”

“No you’re not,” I told her. “Your going to come back her and suck my cum out of Allison’s ass for being a nosy bitch. Don’t stop eating her asshole until she cums.”

The woman, looking completely ashamed of herself, walked behind the counter and dropped to her knees behind Allison. She lifted Allison’s skirt, spread her asscheek, exposing a brown, winking hole dripping with white semen. The woman, gingerly, placed her lips on Allison asshole and started sucking. “Oh, fuck!” Allison moaned. “You are one nasty guy!”

My cock was dirty from Allison’s ass, so I lifted Lillian’s skirt. Her wet pussy would clean it up, and I shoved my dick into her sloppy pussy, fucking her slowly. I looked over at Allison and asked, “You ever wanted to be a sex slave?”

“Oh yes,” she panted. “I love it when a guy takes charge.”

“Why I am not surprised you found another girl to amuse yourself with,” Mary said as she and a thoroughly disheveled Anne walked to the front of the store. Anne’s lips were smeared with pussy juices and she carried several bags of clothes.

“This is Allison,” I told her as Lillian moaned on my cock. “Allison, this is my girlfriend, Mary.”

“Oh, nice to meet you,” Allison gasped.

“Allison is going to be our sex slave from now on,” I told Mary, who arched an eyebrow at me. “Allison, you’ll do anything, no matter how filthy or depraved, that Mary or I tell you to do.”

“Oh, absolutely,” Allison gushed. “That sounds wonderful! Thank you, Master. Thank you, Mistress. I’ll be the best slut-slave ever!”

“Well, she definitely dressed for it,” Mary said, reading the words printed on Allison shirt. “And, um, who is eating out her ass.”

“Some prudish bitch. She’s going to pay for your clothes, right.” There was a muffled yes from between Allison’s perky cheeks.

I leaned down to grab the prudish bitches purse, trying not to pull out of Lillian. I almost fell over, and my dick sadly slipped out of her warm cunt, but I grabbed the purse and got back inside Lillian. I opened it up and pulled out her wallet. I found a credit card and handed it to Lillian so she could ring up the purchase. I found about a hundred in cash and pocketed that and threw her purse on the floor. Lillian fumbled at the register, having trouble concentrating as I fucked her hard. Allison orgasmed with a small shudder and a moan a minute later. The prudish bitch grabbed her purse and fled the store, almost tripping in her haste to escape.

“Allison, who do you live with?” I asked.

“My father,” she answered. “My mom died when I was little.”

“Call your dad,” I ordered. “I need to speak to him.”

She pulled out her cell phone and called him. “Hey, daddy,” she spoke into the phone, “my Master needs to speak to you.”

I took the phone and heard her dad ask, “Master? What are you talking about, pumpkin?”

“I’m your daughter’s Master,” I spoke into the phone. “She’s going to be my sex slave and live with me. I’m going to fuck her and cum in every hole she has: pussy, ass, mouth. You will not worry about her, contact the police, or go looking for her. She will not be harmed.” I handed the phone back. “Tell your daddy what I’ve done to you.”

“Hey daddy,” Allison said, my balls were tightening and I was close to cumming a fourth time in Lillian’s cunt. “I’m having a lot of fun with my Master. He fucked me in the cunt behind the cash register at Hot Topic. It was amazing, I came so hard, daddy. Then, this woman walked in. She was suspicious of us. But Master wasn’t concerned, he just stuck his cock up my ass and shot his cum up my butt while this prudish bitch watched. It was sooo hot, daddy.” Listening to this slut moan into the phone as she told her father the filthy things I did to her was so hot. I groaned and shot my load up Lillian’s cunt. “Then, daddy, he made the woman eat his cum out my ass and I came a second time.”

I pulled my cock out Lillian, wet and dripping. “Slut, hang up the phone and clean your Master’s dick,” Mary ordered, surprising me.

“Don’t worry, daddy, I’ll be the best slut-slave ever for Master and Mistress,” Allison said sweetly into the phone. “I gotta go now, daddy. Master’s cock is covered in pussy juices and Mistress wants me to suck it clean. I love you, daddy.” With that, Allison dropped to her knees, and licked all the pussy juices off my cock.

“Grab our bags, slut,” Mary ordered as I tucked my cock back into my pants. Allison grabbed the Hot Topic and Old Navy bags. “Walk behind us.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Allison said, smiling.

Allison trailed behind Mary and me as we walked through the mall. “You seem to be taking to this slave-thing well,” I told her.

“Well, my older sister, Shannon, used to like to boss me and Missy around,” Mary explained, “and I hated it.”

“Revenge by proxy, then?” Mary nodded. “Why not the real thing then,” I pointed out. “Say the word, and Shannon could be your very own slave.”

Mary blushed. “My own sister,” she whispered, mortified.

“Or not, I’m more than happy with Allison.”

Mary bit her lip. “You wouldn’t ever, you know, mess with my sisters.”

“Only with your permission,” I said. “I promise.”

She smiled gratefully. “Thank you.”

Mary led us to Victoria’s Secret. “I want to put on a modeling show for you,” Mary said as we entered the store. “Slut can help.”

“I would love to, Mistress.”

Mary arranged everything, after I told the salesgirls to listen to her. The customers were hurried out of the store and then the salesgirls locked the store up. Mary and Allison browsed the shelves with the help of the salesgirls, two beauties named Aurora and Heather. Aurora was the younger of the two, eighteen, her hair dyed dark blue, large breasts on display in a low cut, lacy blouse and blue jeans so tight they were almost a second skin. Peeking out of the back of her blue jeans was a red, whaletail thong. Heather was older, nearly thirty, but no less beautiful than Aurora. She had strawberry-blonde hair, falling in curls about her shoulders, brilliant blue eyes, a dolls face, and pair of round, large tits that strained her gray, silk blouse while a black, tight miniskirt clung to her curvy hips and ass.

Mary had a divan moved to face the changing rooms and sat me in the center and had the salesgirls do a strip tease for me while Allison filmed with my camcorder. Both were novices at doing a strip tease, and there was no music, but it was sexy nonetheless. The two girls wiggled asses in my face as they shrugged off blouses. Heather wasn’t wearing a bra and her right nipple was pierced with a gold ring. Aurora was wearing a strapless bra that barely covered her areolas and pushed up her large breasts. Bra off, she rubbed those large, fleshy tits in my face. She smelled of lavender and rose and I sucked a brown nipple into my mouth before she danced away.

When Heather’s miniskirt came off, I wasn’t surprised to see she wore no panties, her cunt shaved and glistening. I wondered what was the point at working in a lingerie shop if you didn’t wear any. Aurora had a difficult time getting her jeans off, they were so tight, and Heather had to help. Then, with far less effort, her red thong was off and both girls danced naked before me, rubbing against each other as they danced, then laughing, they seated themselves on either side of me, large breasts pressing softly against me.

Mary took the camcorder and placed it on the shelf, making sure it had a good shot of the divan and the entrance to the changing room. Then, she and Allison disappeared with their lingerie into the changing room as Heather and Aurora fished my cock out of my pants and started to stroke it while I took turns making out with each woman. I was sucking on Aurora’s tit when Mary and Allison exited. Both were stunning.

First Mary went, modeling a white, strapless bra with the cups covered in delicate, lilac lace and a matching pair of lilac panties, trimmed in lace. Lilac garters held up thigh-high lilac stockings. She walked before us as if she was on a runway, strutting forward then turning to give us all a good look. The three of us on the couch clapped and told her how beautiful and sexy she was. Then Allison, in a cream bustier with black lace running up the stomach and bodice, matching panties and sheer, white stalkings held on by garters, complimented the bustier. Allison did her strut, a more aggressive and sexually charged walk compared to Mary’s more graceful walk and Heather, Aurora, and I whistled and catcalled.

Giggling, Mary and Allison went back into the changing room for their next outfits and I pushed Heather down to the floor and she sucked my cock into her mouth, warm and wet, her teeth gently caressing my cock’s sensitive head. Aurora started to kiss me, her tongue wiggling in my mouth and I groped her heavy tit, rolling fat nipple between my fingers. After my cock was good and wet with Heather’s spit, she popped it out of her mouth and piled her big breasts around my cock, sandwiching it in their pillowy softness. Squeezing her tits around my cock, she started to slid them up and down. Her skin was smooth as silk, and her mouth would kiss the tip on the down stroke, teasing my cock with her wet tongue.

Mary and Allison came out in their next outfits and Mary was wearing a matching bra and thong set made of gray lace, her dusky aerolas peeking out through gaps in the lace. The thong was just wisps of gray lace that barely hid her pussy. She looked so hot that I groaned and shot my cum on Heather’s face and tits. Heather gasped in surprise, licking semen off her lips.

“Don’t just stand there, Slut,” Mary barked, slapping Allison’s ass hard, “lick up your Master’s cum of that whore.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Allison moaned, almost flying across the room in her haste to lick my semen off Heather’s large breasts and face. Allison was dressed in a black, babydoll nightgown, trimmed in pink lace and matching, transparent black panties.

Mary smacked Allison’s panty-clad ass again. “Good little sluts always lick their Master’s cum up, immediately! No matter where they find it!”

“Absolutely, Mistress,” Allison answered as Mary smacked her ass a third time.

Mary returned to the dressing room to change, leaving Allison busy cleaning Heather’s face and tits. Allison spent a good deal of time making sure her aerolas and nipples were sucked clean of cum. Aurora started to lazily stroke my cock as we watch my little slut clean Heather. When my cock was hard, she slipped down and sucked it into her mouth. Allison must have found some cum on Heather’s pussy, because she was now happily licking out her cunt. I wasn’t sure any cum actually got there, but I couldn’t complain if Allison wanted do a thorough job.

Mary third outfit was a sexy, sheer babydoll slip, pink in color. The bodice, solid pink, cupped her breasts in delicate fabric while sheer, pink silk fell down across her stomach ending just at a pair pink, lacy panties. She looked as innocent as a schoolgirl and as sexy as a stripper. She did her runway walk and I whistled at her. “God, your beautiful,” I moaned as Aurora deep-throated my cock.

“Thanks.” Mary set down next to me and spread her legs. “Slut, eat my pussy.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Allison said, pulling away from Heather’s pussy and pushed aside Mary’s panties to dive into her wet cunt, nosily eating her pussy. Heather moaned in disappointment, then furiously started to masturbate.

Mary embraced me and we kissed as are respective sluts performed orals sex on us. My hand found her tit encased in the soft silk of the slip, and rubbed and squeezed. Mary and I came together, hugging each other tightly, filling our whores mouths with our cum and juices. Some of my cum spilled out of Aurora’s mouth and Allison wasted no time in licking it off her face. I pulled Mary onto my lap, and her legs straddled my hips, the soft silk of her panties rubbing coolly on my dick as I captured her lips in a kiss.

I started deep into Mary’s emerald eyes as she pulled aside her panties and sank her cunt down onto my cock. “I love you,” she moaned, fucking me slowly. I pulled her bodice down, popping a freckled tit out and sucked it greedily into my mouth. I gripped her ass through her silk panties, feeling it flex beneath my fingers as she writhed on my cock. Her arms cradled my head to her breast, holding me as I suckled on her nipple and aerola.

Mary’s hips begin to move with a faster urgency, her breath panting. The walls of her cunt were fire on my cock, fanning my desire. “Cum with me, Mare,” I whispered, looking up at her. Our foreheads pressed together. “Cum with me.”

“Yes, yes,” Mary panted. She was fucking hard and fast, now. Hips rotating swiftly as she danced on my cock, grinding her clit into my groin. “I’m almost there!” she moaned. “Oh, God, I’m there!” Her cunt was clenching about my cock as she sat down, burying my cock all the way to her womb as she came on me. Her lips found mine and we kissed as I spilt my seed deep inside her and for singular, perfect moment, we were one.

Mary sat on my cock, kissing me, breathing my soul, as we held each other in the afterglow of our pleasure. Behind her, the other girls moaned and panted as they fucked each other, yelling as they made each other cum, lapping at wet cunts and sucking at hard nipples. Mary finally got off me, slumping wearily on the couch and cuddling up to me. Her legs were spread, my cum oozing through the silk panties. Allison was on us in seconds, licking the cum off my cock and out of Mary’s cunt as we dozed on the couch, lazily watching Heather and Aurora slip into a sixty-nine and devour each other.

“I love you,” I whispered to Mary, and kissed my love as our slut licked my cum out of her cunt.

To be continued …

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Father and Daughter Romance

Chapter Four

Lindsey yawned as she sat next to Ellie on the bleachers at school. “I didn’t sleep at all last night,” Lindsey said.
Ellie smirked. “I did. You fucked me so good last night. I couldn’t help but sleep. Oh, you look cute by the way.”
Lindsey knew that she was sexy. She had worn her tiny black shorts and pink sports bra to gym. But she was too tired to actually do anything. Ellie looked cute too. She was wearing her usual gray booty shorts and white sports bra. Lindsey squeezed her hand and smiled at her. “I am going to go lay down in the locker room. Wake me up when class ends.”
She got up and walked down to the locker room. When she got there, she was surprised to find it occupied. One of the girls had come down to shower after a very long work out. Her name was Jordan, and she was a year younger than Lindsey.
Jordan had a slim body, complete with around a 28 A bust and a nice round ass. And there she was, fresh and naked as water cascaded down her body. Lindsey knew that Jordan wasn’t a virgin. She had fucked like half the football team. So Jordan was clearly a very horny fourteen-year-old.
Lindsey quickly shredded the few articles of clothing she had and stepped into the steamy shower room. She walked up behind Jordan and gently brushed the girl’s bangs out of her face. When she half turned her head, their lips brushed intimately. Lindsey slid her hand down the girl’s wet stomach and began rubbing her clitoris as their tongue played. Then she heard Jordan’s soft moans.
She took her hand and led her to a near by bench. When she sat her down, she spread Jordan’s legs wide. Jordan watched as Lindsey spread her pussy and began licking it like an ice cream cone. What first began as soft sighs suddenly picked up as Lindsey licked faster and faster, licking in and around every sensitive spot on her. Jordan moved her pussy against her mouth and cried out.
Lindsey slowly began fucking the tight hole with two fingers, smiling as she did so. She went faster and faster. The sound of the fingers movign in and out of the wet pussy left her wanting more. Jordan was moaning, squeezing her breasts. “Yes…fuck my pussy…fuck it…”
She felt Jordan come, the hot liquid spilling out of her well fucked cunt. Lindsey licked up the juices, loving her sweet taste. Then she straddled her new friend. As they kissed, they moved together, their wet cunts creating an unbelievably hot friction. Lindsey screamed as Jordan moved faster, the movements rubbing her clit like no one ever had. “Oh…Yeah…yeah…”
She moved with Jordan, picking up speed. Her mind was exploding with pleasure. Ellie hadn’t done this. This was great. And as she came, it was the hardest orgasm that she could imagine enduring. She stopped moving and kissed Jordan hard. “We need to get dressed before everyone comes down here, Jordan.”
“Good idea. And I wont say anything to Ellie.”
“Huh?”
“You’re with her, right? She’s your girlfriend?”
“Oh. Yeah. But I will definitely be calling you. That was great.”
They kissed one last time and began getting dressed. As Lindsey lay back on a bench, she breathed heavily. She had never realized how fun having sex was. Her father had shown her a way of living. She wanted more. She had to have more. She didn’t even care who gave it to her. Lindsey was hooked.

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The clock was clicking closer to the end of math class in the last five minutes. Lindsey watched as Mr. Wright paced around the room. He was so handsome. Every movement he made was performed with a grace so rarely seen in men of his nature. He was young and tall. His body was like that of a rock hard god. He had spiked black hair, and the cutest blue eyes.
When the bell rang, she gently grabbed Ellie’s arm. “Come by my house later. I am gonna stay after and get some help from Mr. Wright.”
“Okay,” Ellie said, and then kissed her softly on the lips before leaving.
It wasn’t until every one was out of the room that Lindsey realized that Mr. Wright had seen her kiss Ellie. He looked shocked. “You and Ellie always kiss?” he asked.
She shrugged. “We just started dating.”
“Interesting. I didn’t know that you liked girls.”
“Neither did I until Ellie came along. She is a sweet girl.”
Lindsey approached him as she unbuttoned her jeans. She lowered the zipper to show him the white lace of her panties. “But I wonder what it would be like to fuck a teacher. I mean, it sounds very naughty, and I love to explore naughty things.”
Mr. Wright cleared his throat. “Lindsey, that is not appropriate. Please button your jeans and go.”
She frowned as she pressed her body against his. He inhaled sharply when she rubbed the thick lump in his pants. “You have never imagined fucking me, Mr. Wright. I am told that I have a very tight pussy.”
He groaned and tried to push her back. “Stop, Lindsey. I am married.”
“And I am a teenage girl. Our two wrongs can make a right. I know you look at the girls in class. I have noticed you staring at my boobs and my ass. You want to touch my body?”
“No,” he said sharply.
She backed away and scrunched up her face. “You think I am ugly?” she asked in a sad voice.
Instantly, he hugged her. “You aren’t ugly, Lindsey. You are just too young. You are such a sweet little girl. I can’t take your innocence.”
Lindsey squeezed the lump in his pants as her lips found his. When he pulled back to look into her eyes, she licked his neck seductively. “I am not innocent Mr. Wright. I am very bad. Let me show you how bad I am.”
She unbuttoned his slacks and watched them fall to the floor. Then she knelt, yanking his boxers down. So he gasped as she palmed his throbbing cock. Before he could argue, though, Lindsey was licking and sucking. He groaned low in his throat as her head bobbed faster and faster. Her tongue flicked wildly over the head of his sex, sucking out every bit of juice.
He moved his hips, loving how she sucked him so good. Then he picked her up and kissed her, pulling her shirt up over her head. She kissed him hard, sighing deeply as he removed her bra to palm her soft flesh. His thumb and forefinger, pinched a hard bud, and she whimpered against him. “Fuck me,” she begged.
He lifted her hips and yanked her jeans off in one tug. Standing back, the teacher admired her cute pink and yellow thong. She laid back on the desk, and he tore the tiny strap of her thong. Lindsey loved the feeling of the cool air of her hot cunt. She spread her pussy for him, playing with herself as he stroked his cock right in front of her. “We shouldn’t do this, Lindsey,” Mr. Wright said.
“Shut the hell up and fuck me!”
Just as he was about to guide himself into her, the door knob shook. They began dressing hurriedly when they heard keys jangle. By the time the door opened, they were dressed. The janitor swept pass them with a mop bucket. “I should go,” Lindsey said, attempting to suppress her blushing cheeks.
She could feel Mr. Wright’s eyes on her ass as she walked out of the room. By the time she reached the parking lot, she could feel the dampness between her legs. It was so frustrating. She needed to fuck. “Need a ride?” her father asked, pulling up in his police cruiser.
Lindsey smirked. “I was going to ask you the same thing, Daddy.”
“Well, get in. You and I can have some fun.”
Lindsey slid into the back seat of the car and smiled at her father. “I am so wet, Daddy.”
“Just let me find a place where no one will see us. I will take care of you, Sweetie.”

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Joseph groaned as he sat up in his bed. Lindsey lay naked beneath his sheets. At first his entire plan had started out innocent. He just wanted a relationship with Lindsey. Now she wanted it at every open opportunity. It was as if she was addicted.
He was about to get up when a gentle hand touched his back. “Daddy, don’t leave yet.”
Not being able to resist that soft voice was beginning to feel like a curse. He laid back as she kissed him, their lips locking passionately. He groaned as her hand wrapped around his cock and stroked it greedily. Her tongue forced its way into his mouth, running up the roof of his mouth. Then she straddled him, guiding his cock into the tight, wet hole that he loved so much.
She ground against him, moaning softly as she sped up. Her breasts bounced under her, and Joseph couldn’t believe how beautiful she was. He kissed her hard, and moved his hips with hers. “Daddy…fuck me…”
Her hot breath ran down his neck as she cried out, her pussy trying to squeeze the juices from his cock. He flipped her onto her back and began pounding her tight little pussy. Lindsey screamed as he trust deep, the force making her hips bounce off the bed. Her head tapped the bars of his head board, and she was moaning louder than ever. “Ow…Daddy!”
Joseph felt his cock bash against her cervix, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop. He thrust faster, wanting to explode inside her. She was screaming in pain as he fucked her. “You’re hurting…me!”
He slapped her hard. “Shut up! You wanted this!”

Lindsey’s eyes widened. He was right. The roughness wasn’t so bad. She moaned as his hard impacts met her hips, pounding her pussy into oblivion. Then she felt his hot seed spill into her.
Wiping sweat from his brow, her father slid out of bed. “I’m sorry, Lindsey. You just pissed me off. I am worried about you.”
“Why?” she asked, pulling on her panties.
“You like sex a little too much. When this started out, it was supposed to be a one time thing. Now it’s like you can’t stop.”
She pulled on her brother’s large shirt. “I like sex. You want to keep me from doing something that I like?”
He sighed. “No. Just try to ease up on it. Not so much of it.”
She nodded. “Alright, Daddy.”

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Lindsey smiled as she ate fries in her father’s car. “That was a good movie, Daddy.”
“Yeah. I figured I would take you out for a little date. Your mother is already home from her trip.”
She frowned. “I was hoping for a little more alone time, Daddy.”
“Well, your brother is home. Go see him once your mother and I go to bed.”
“He isn’t you.”
Her father’s hand rested on her thigh, and she was happy to have worn her blue jean mini skirt. As they pulled into the garage, she slid her panties off and handed them to her father. “I want you now, and I will not take no for an answer.”
She got out of the car and bent over the hood of the car. Being sure to give him her most devilish look. “Take me now, Daddy!”

Joseph couldn’t help but lick his lips as he got out of his car and stood behind his little girl’s tight ass. She had her skirt hiked up, showing off her tight back side and gloriously wet teen cunt. He quickly unzipped his pants and pulled his throbbing cock free of its restraint, allowing it to to stand erect. “Hurry, Daddy. Mom might catch us.”
She squealed when he rammed his entire shaft deep into her. Her tightness enveloped him, making him thrust faster and deeper. He held his hand over her mouth, smothering the moans that threatened to alert his wife. The feeling of secretly fucking his daughter while his wife sat just through the door to his right made him move faster, wanting more. Lindsey groaned, coming hard an orgasm rushed through her.
As he thrust, her body trembled with orgasm after orgasm. She was screaming under his hand. Her cunt was dripping sweet come down his shaft, surrounding it in warmth. Finally, he came, allowing his hot seed to fill her completely. She gasped as he pulled out and situated himself.
As she pulled on her panties, he couldn’t help smiling. Suddenly, she ran up and kissed him. “I love you, Daddy.”
“I love you too. Let’s get inside.”

Chapter Five

Ellie smiled when she walked into Lindsey’s house. Her father was sitting in the living room, watching some comedy show. Her mother was probably in bed. “Hey, Mr. Corbin,” she said as she leaned against the door post.
He turned and smiled at her, clearly examining her body in her tight blue lace top that was six inches above her navel, and her tight low riding blue jeans. “How are you, Ellie?”
“Fine. Just came to see my girl. Where is she?”
“In bed. She was tired. You can hang out with me, if you like.”
Ellie realized that she didn’t mind the idea of being with Joseph. She had never been with a guy sexually, so she was technically a virgin. Perhaps this was the chance to take care of her pesky hymen. She sat down on the couch with him, sitting close, and letting him drape his arm over her shoulders. “You are so warm,” Ellie mumbled as he embraced her.
She rubbed the long lump in his thin boxers, smiling as it hardened from the touch. “What was it like to fuck Lindsey?”
He gasped. “She told you?”
“No. I guessed. So, what was it like to stick this huge cock in her virgin pussy?”
Joseph leaned in and kissed her neck softly, nibbling with the tips of his teeth so that her crotch was wet in seconds. “Are you a virgin?” he asked, to which she nodded weakly.
His hand clamped over her crotch, and she was instantly glad that she hadn’t worn panties. She wanted this to happen soon, and less clothing made that easier. “Allow me to show you what it’s like.”
He pulled her lips to his, sending passion and heat flooding through her. His tongue slid into her mouth, exploring its surfaces, and sliding along her teeth and the roof of her mouth. She returned the action as she helped him pull his boxers down. The moment she began stroking his cock, though, he broke the kiss and leaned back. He groaned happily, and she knew what he wanted.
Ellie knelt and licked up the length of his shaft and around his tip. Then she nibbled gently down his length, only to lick back up once again. Joseph suddenly shoved her head down and began thrusting up into her mouth. She gasped, but he kept thrusting his huge meat down her throat. After only minutes, warm, hot juice erupted out of him, filling her mouth with the sweetest taste that she knew. She slid up and pulled her top off, revealing her bare breasts. He took one and began suckling the hard nipple instantly. “Oh…yeah…”
She ran her fingers through his hair, loving how he touched her. This was definitely the man to take her virginity. When he laid her back and yanked off her jeans, she gasped. He pulled her legs apart, letting the air hit her wet cunt and making her sigh. His mouth instantly clamped onto her pussy, licking and sucking and probing. Ellie was lost in the passion and heat. She cried out and pulled at his hair when he bit her clitoris, causing an orgasm to rush through her. “Fuck! That feels amazing!”
Joseph slid up and kissed her, allowing her to wrap her legs around his hips. With soft lips, he kissed her, forcing her to taste herself for the first time. Then he buried himself deep inside her in one extremely hard thrust. Her eyes widened with tears. “Ow! Shit! That hurts!”
“Relax,” he said as he made soft thrusts and kissed up and down her neck.
The pain became nonexistent as he slowly picked up his pace. She raised her hips, meeting each thrust as it gradually got harder. His hand squeezed her breast and his lips tortured her sensitive neck. She wanted more. As if reading her mind, he rammed in deeper, making her body tremble with pleasure and need. She met forceful thrusts that caused her small body to jerk. Pain and pleasure became one beautiful thing in her mind. “Fuck me harder, Joseph!”
He grasped her hips and pounded her tight pussy with all his might. She screamed, arching her back as a powerful orgasm flooded her senses. “Fuck…right there…don’t stop…”
Joseph thrust faster, knowing that she was about to experience the most powerful climax of her young life. She cried out , and then bit her lip to keep from waking his wife up. “I’m cumming!”
Joseph smiled as she came, her eyes widening with wonder. She breathed heavily, panting as he made his final thrusts. When he emptied his hot semen inside her, her cunt drank it up. Her body was so perfect.
He kissed her. “You should go spend some time with Lindsey. She misses you.”
Ellie nodded, and then kissed him back. “Thanks,” she said.

Joseph let her get up and watched as she walked upstairs naked. She was a sexy little goddess. Part of him was in amazement that he had taken the virginity of two fifteen-year-old’s, though. Then again, he was sort of proud.

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The smell of perfume and sweat hit Lindsey’s nostrils as she stirred. She opened her tired eyes to see Ellie curled up naked beside her. A smile spread across her face as she proceeded to spoon with her girlfriend. Just as she wrapped her arm around Ellie, though, she woke up. “Hey,” Ellie said softly, turning to face her.
The early morning sun was slipping in through Lindsey’s blinds, making her girlfriend’s eyes sparkle. “I missed you,” Lindsey said.
Ellie kissed her softly, and held her hand. “I came to spend the night with you, but you were already asleep, so I just crawled into bed with you.”
“Well, it’s nice waking up to such a pretty face.”
Ellie smiled. She ran her finger tips over Lindsey’s cheek. “I am no where near as pretty as you are, Lindsey.”
Lindsey smiled. “So, what do you have planned for us today?” she asked.
They sat up together on Lindsey’s bed. Ellie just smiled as she talked. “My family is having a cook out today. I figured you would want to come.”
Lindsey nodded. “Sure. That sounds fun.”
“Good. I’ll go take a shower and get dressed.”
Watching Ellie’s sexy ass as she walked away, Lindsey couldn’t help herself. She hopped out of bed and ran to her bedroom door as quietly as possible. After taking a look outside her door, she was positive that there wasn’t anyone near by. Her big brother would still be asleep in his room.
Lindsey slipped out of her room in only her green lace bra and thong, trying not to alert her mother. When she got into Brian’s room, she quickly locked the door and removed her bra. Her nipples hardened, breaking free of their restraints. In seconds, she slid into bed and snuggled back against him so that they were spooning. The moment that his arm wrapped around her, she knew that she had him.
She gently rubbed her buttocks against his hardening cock, loving how good it felt to have him so horny for her. He slid his hand up and grabbed her soft breast, squeezing it gently as he kissed her neck. Lindsey moaned softly as he pinched her nipple, twisting it to both the point of pleasure and the point of pain. “You’re a dirty little slut,” he whispered, sliding his boxers down.
Lindsey reached back and palmed his hard shaft, running her hand up and down the thick member. His soft groan was music to her ears. Then he slid her thong down to where she could kick it off with her feet. Brian squeezed her beautiful ass, and made a point of rubbing his cock over the crack of her ass. “Jeezus, Brian! Just fuck me!”
“Shut up, Slut! I want to enjoy your sexy little body!”
She loved how he talked to her. And when his cock suddenly rammed into her from behind, her eyes widened. The feeling of him stretching her was the most intense pleasure. His thrusts were hard, his hips bouncing off her ass. The friction between them was sweet. She wanted to lose herself in the bliss. “Fuck me…”
Suddenly, someone knocked on his door. “Brian,” their mother called, “I need your laundry!”
Lindsey jumped up and grabbed her clothes before diving under her brother’s bed. Brian quickly pulled his boxers back on, and then opened his door to hand their mother his laundry bag. Once she was gone, Lindsey slid out from under the bed and kissed him. “Should we get back to what we were doing?” Brian asked, embracing her lovingly.
“No. I should get going. Ellie wants me to spend time with her family.”
As she walked out of his room naked, she didn’t think about it until she ran into her mother. The woman’s eyes widened. “You are naked! Go put on some clothes before your brother or father sees you!”
Lindsey blushed as she thought about those words. She wouldn’t mind either of them seeing her naked. “Mom, relax. No one cares if I am naked.”
“Well, I do. Now, go get dressed!”
“Alright. And I am going to Ellie’s for a cook out.”
Her mother looked back at her. “Okay. And be sure to buy some less revealing clothes. I saw those filthy things in your laundry. Hardly clothing at all. It’s sick.”
“You’re just jealous,” Lindsey called back as she entered her room.
She quickly entered her bathroom, and looked through the steam for her shower. Once she was inside, she embraced Ellie from behind and kissed her neck. “You decided to join me?” Ellie asked, giggling.
“Of course. I love seeing your sexy body.”
“Well, you have all day to enjoy it.”

Chapter Six

It was a warm day, so Lindsey was glad to have worn her tiny blue jean mini shorts and her yellow bikini top. She always had loved Ellie’s house. It was large and comfortable. The huge pool and sunbathing chairs made it seem like a resort. It was all because Ellie’s father was a famous actor when he was younger. Her mother was a doctor at the local hospital. That made Ellie’s family incredibly wealthy.
As she sat at the edge of the pool watching Ellie and her little brother, Eric, splash in the pool, she noticed the man at the grill. He was tall and muscular. His black hair was slightly graying, but he still had the essence of youth about him. His body was lean and slick. Standing there in only his baggy swimming trunks, he looked like a god. He was tan, and his eyes were a dark brown that made her crave chocolate. But the most interesting thing about him was the huge lump in his pants. Ellie’s father, Greg Ashton, was hung and sexy for a forty-year-old man.
Greg finished the last of the burgers, and then called his kids to eat. Afterward, they all talked and laughed. Greg was great at telling jokes. He always had been. When Ellie and Eric started yawning, it became apparent that their little party wasn’t going to last long. Eric went to his room, and Ellie leaned over and kissed Lindsey’s cheek. “I am going to go lay down. You gonna stay tonight?”
“Sure,” Lindsey said.
Ellie kissed her hard and passionate. Had her mother been around, it never would have happened. Greg didn’t care, though. As Ellie walked up to her room, Greg smiled across the patio table at Lindsey. “You and my daughter are together now, huh?”
“Yeah. I really care about her.”
Greg stood up, and then stood behind her. His strong hands began massaging her shoulders sensually. “I saw you looking at me earlier. I was going to suggest a little swim. I wouldn’t want to hurt Ellie’s feelings, though.”
Lindsey groaned as he continued to massage her shoulders. When his hands moved lower, sliding into the cups of her top, she didn’t resist. A small moan slipped through her lips as his fingers twirled her nipple. She instantly jumped up and threw her arms and legs around him, kissing him hard. His cock was hard against her, and she knew that he would be the biggest that she had ever had inside her. She wanted it, though.
Greg sat her on her feet and walked to the edge of the pool. As she watched, he slid his trunks off, revealing a gigantic ten inch cock and perfectly sculpted ass. He jumped in, and rose to the surface to look into her eyes as she approached the edge. “Come in. I want you so bad, Lindsey.”
She untied her top and threw it aside, allowing the cool night wind to harden her nipples painfully. She then slid out of her tiny shorts and bikini bottom. Her bare cunt was soaked by now, and she knew that he could tell. Greg motioned for her to come to him. So, Lindsey took a deep breath and dove into the pool.
Greg smiled as she came out of the water just inches from him. “You really are a dirty little slut, aren’t you?” he asked, pulling her up against him.
Lindsey smirked and stroked his cock with her gentle touch. The groan that he let out made her want more. She wrapped her legs around his hips and guided him into her tight pussy. As he slid inside, he stretched her wider than she had ever felt. She gasped, afraid that it wouldn’t fit. Suddenly, though, Greg grabbed her ass and yanked her hips forward, impaling her with his monstrous cock. “Oh…God,” she gasped.
She rocked her hips, feeling completely stuffed. Not a single sensitive spot went untouched by his shaft as he made gentle thrusts. She groaned, loving how he could both make love to her and fuck her senseless all at the same time. So Lindsey moved her hips faster, making him ram deeper into her, into untouched regions that desperately needed satisfied. Her moans grew louder and louder. She moved faster. Then she felt a gentle hand on her shoulder.
Lindsey peeled her body off Greg’s and turned to kiss Ellie. She pressed her naked body to Ellie’s, touching her shaved pussy with gentle fingers. Ellie swam over to her father and grasped his cock tightly. “Are you going to fuck me too?” she asked.
Greg hopped up onto the edge of the pool, his slick muscles glistening in the moon light. “I thought you’d never ask.”
Lindsey and Ellie climbed out of the pool. Ellie slid up her father’s body and grasped his cock as she straddled him. Lindsey sat on his chest, and squealed when his tongue dove into her wet cunt. Then she heard Ellie sliding her father up into her pussy. She leaned back and made out with her girlfriend as Greg fucked them both simultaneously.
Ellie moaned into her mouth, crying out as that gigantic cock rammed up into her newly deflowered pussy. “Oh…fuck,” Ellie cried, her climax spreading through out her body.
“Ah…yeah,” Lindsey moaned, running her fingers through Greg’s hair.
Lindsey screamed in pleasure as she came on his face, and Ellie was already climaxing behind her. She slid off of Greg and knelt to watch as her girlfriend’s pussy slid up and down the large, slick cock. The veins on his shaft throbbed as Ellie moved faster and faster. Her moans filled the night. Then Lindsey watched as the cock jerked, and then rammed up hard into Ellie.
Ellie’s eyes widened as her father came hard inside her. She clenched her muscles around him, loving the way his hot seed felt inside her. Then she collapsed on top of him. “Wow, Daddy. That was amazing.”
Greg kissed them both. “You two are the sexiest girls in the world.”
“We know,” Ellie said, and then kissed Lindsey lovingly.

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Lindsey yawned and stretched as she woke up next to Ellie. The girl was still fast asleep. She smiled and kissed her cheek before sliding out of bed. When she walked out of the room, she didn’t think about being naked. It was normal for her now. Then she noticed the awe struck look on Ellie’s brother’s face as she approached him.
Eric wasn’t ugly. He was just a kid. He was twelve, and skinny. His thin frame, blonde, shaggy hair, and cute blue eyes only made him seem more boyish. He was standing there in only his boxers, and Lindsey knew that he liked what he saw. “What’s wrong, Eric?” she asked rubbing his smooth, bare chest.
“Um…you’re naked. Shouldn’t you get dressed?”
“Or we could go to your bedroom and you could get naked with me.”
He blushed. “You’re messing with me.”
She reached down his boxers and began stroking his average sized cock. Her eyes sparkled as she looked at him. “I want you to fuck me, Eric.”
He grabbed her hand and pulled her into his room. In seconds he was naked and kissing her hard and demanding. Eric rubbed her pussy, and suddenly, Lindsey was aware that he had done this before. She stroked his cock, slowly attempting to guide him to the bed. He laid her back and spread her legs wide. As he guided himself into her, a soft moan escaped her lips. Eric really knew how to please a girl.
The entire time, he kissed her softly, and yet he was thrusting deep and hard. She loved fucking him. When he came, he kept going until she did too. Then she got up and left the room without saying another word. Once out in the hallway, she went back to Ellie’s room and climbed back into bed.

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Continued from “My Weekend with Dawn – Sunday Shower”

As I am getting dressed I hear your phone buzzing that you have messages and I bring you your phone in the bathroom so you can check them. When you finally finish up in the bathroom, you walk out with a Cheshire grin on your face. I look at you with curiosity and ask

“I know that look…What is going on?”

You reply; “Autumn just texted me…”

“Autumn just texted me and let me know that she had the most amazing night with us and was sorry she snuck out early this morning. She said wanted to let us have some time alone for ourselves because we just looked so amazing sleeping in each other’s arms. Then she asked if we could spend the day together as she really enjoys our company and was wondering if that would be OK?” You summarized from her text.

I looked at you with a sarcastic grin and said; “Oh Heck No…I can’t be around her and you together…I will have a heart attack!”

You elbowed me in the ribs and replied; “Well if you do, I will make sure we perform CPR to revive you!”

I laughed and kissed you and asked; “Hey…in all seriousness, do you want to spend more time with her and me together or are you just doing this for me?”

“Are you kidding?” you snark back at me, “I am loving this just as much as you are. She is hot, sweet and willing. What more could we ask for? Don’t worry about me, I am living out this fantasy as much as you are and I am getting wet right now just thinking about what I want to do with the both of you.”

“Well…what are you waiting for? Text her back and tell her to meet us at the buffet for brunch.” I quickly said.

We get to the buffet before Autumn and wait a few minutes out front for her when all of a sudden, you just grabbed my arm and said…”WOW!” I couldn’t even reply as my jaw was on the floor due to paralysis. Autumn comes walking around the corner in a pair of Daisy Duke’s that were so short you could practically see her panties in the crotch area…in fact, I would call them denim bikini shorts before I would call them Daisy Dukes. Her tanned and toned legs were so perfect I almost didn’t look her in the eye before she was right on top of me, looking up and giving me a great big hug. As I reach around to hug her, I bring her in and I immediately started to get hard and had to immediately let her go and hand her off to you before the bulge in my shorts showed the world what I was thinking. As she turns around to hug you, all I could do was stare at her absolutely perfect ass. So tiny and tight, she was the perfect little spinner and the sight of you two hugging each other was the sexiest thing ever.

We enter the buffet, fill up our trays and sit down at a booth to eat and talk about the day. Of course we couldn’t help but ask where she disappeared to last night and how she felt about what happend.

“It was amazing!’ she said. “I loved everything about it, although I will admit, I was feeling a little left out as I didn’t get the full service Dawn got, ‘wink’ ‘wink’.”

She then turns to you and the two of you started giggling and to my absolute shock, you say;

“Well, that could change…but let’s just see how it goes…” and then you quickly shoot back…”I mean only if you are wanting to have a little more fun with us this afternoon?”

Autumn just looks at you dead in the eyes, leaned over and gives you a sultry and sexy kiss.

“I can’t spend more time with you two this the afternoon…what do you guys have in mind?” She asks

I looked at both of you and said; “I have an idea, but first…Autumn, what time does your flight leave?”

“Unfortunately, I can’t spend the night.” Autumn said with a bit of a pout. “My flight leaves at around 11:00pm tonight.”

“Well then, I guess we had better finish up here and go run some errands.” I quickly reply.

We hurriedly finished our brunch and I look at you; “I sure am happy you drove to Vegas as we are going to need you to drive us to the Adult Superstore.”

You and Autumn just look at me like you are deer in the headlights and then, you both spin around and practically running out of the door of the buffet to get to your car, telling me to pay the bill and that you will meet me out front. I just smile and sit at the booth for a few more minutes trying to think about baseball, grandmother’s in big balloon panties, the electric universe theory vs. quantum mechanics…anything to get the swelling in my pants down before I get up to pay the bill.

I think you broke every speed limit and stop light on the way to the store as it only took 15 minutes to get there. As we entered the Superstore, you two started running around pointing at different toys, giggling and saying things like; “How about this one?” “Imagine what I could do with this to you?” ” OH, I bet this would be amazing!”

For me it was sensory overload! I had to quickly reel you two in as we only had a few hours together and I am just one man. So, we huddled together and start to pull a few *********** items off the shelves; some soft restraints, a blindfold, a cock ring with a clit vibrator, a metallic but plug with a jewel stopper on it, a bottle of silicone lube…and then I see you grab a strap-on dildo box with a medium sized phallus, look at me and wink. I start to laugh and Autumn glances over and what she says next makes me wish we had a star trek like transporter so we could just zap ourselves back to the hotel room!

“OH My God Dawn! I Love it! I am so going to fuck the shit out of you with that thing!”

To which you reply; “Uh Uh…not before I fuck the shit out of you first!”

Then you come over to me, lean in and whisper in my ear…”I have always wanted to try double penetration…”

I about cum in my pants as I said. “I think maybe Autumn should go first.” I snidely replied as I was thinking, if I was going to help you live out your fantasy, I wanted to be at my peak performance. Then I mumbled out;

“Holy Shit! Getting back to the hotel is going to be the longest car ride ever…”

As we step up to the check out to pay for everything, the cute girl behind the counter looked us all over and with, what I thought I swear I saw…a bit of drool on the side of her lip said;

“Looks like you three are going to have a great time. I wish I wasn’t working or I would ask to join you!”

You giggle and Autumn leans over to you and starts to make out with you in front of her. Then Autumn turns to me and starts to make out with me. The girl behind the counter then said…

“Wow! I may have to call the manager and tell him I have just come down with the flu!”

“Here is my number, text me so we can get together the next time I am in town…or if you ever get to Southern California.” you said to her in a sultry voice.

As I was paying for our toys, I joked with the girl behind the counter asking if she had any viagra. She looked at me and said;

“Yea…like you are going to need help staying hard with these two sexy women. Although…we do have some of these ‘Male Enhancement’ pills….they are not viagra but apparently they will give you an extra…’boost’…or at least that is what my other customers tell me.

She hands me a couple of packages and tells me that I should only take one as they last for at least 24 hours and that I can save the other one for another night if I like what it does. I smirk and tell her to throw them into the bag, I figured, what the heck…I will try one. Who knows…if it works like she says, I may need it. I already know it going to be a long day and I want to make sure I am “Up” for anything! I finished paying and before I had the receipt in my hand, you two are already halfway out the door. I look at my watch and it was already 12:30pm and I did some quick math in my head. If Autumn has to be at the airport by 10pm, that gives us a good 8 hours of fun! That is a lot of time to enjoy each other and I smile to myself as I quickly exit the building and jump in the car. I open the bag, took out one of the pills I bought and immediately swallowed it with a bottle of water you have in the car.

“Well, let’s see what this can do!” I said as you guys just giggle.

When we get into the room, we start to tear off our clothes and we were practically naked before the door even closes behind us. Autumn was really coming out of her shell as she grabbs you and pushes you onto the bed. As she straddls you, she is kissing you like a long lost lover while she begins to grind her hips into you. I immediately joined in by kissing your tits and rubbing your pussy lips with the palm of my hand, feeling the wetness as you started to gyrate against me. You are loving all of the attention and I am in heaven as I am loving how wet and turned on you are. Soon, Autumn stops kissing you and scoots her pussy up onto your mouth and you begin to hungrily lick at her cunt. She was now moaning loudly as she gyrats on your face and I take the cue to move down and start licking your pussy. Wow! I can’t believe how wet and juicy you are as I have my face buried between your legs. While Autumn is bucking like mad on your face, I quickly slip two fingers inside of you and start to use the “come here” motion on your G-spot while licking your clit and all of a sudden you start bucking like mad as you begin to cum all over my face. As you are cumming, Autumn is grinding her pussy into your mouth and I can see she is getting really close as well. What a scene! It is so erotic and I am feeling like I just won the lottery. Your orgasm is so intense I feel like my head is going to pop open from the pressure your legs have put on it from all of the squeezing and squirming.

Finally, you let up and start to relax your legs and begin to focus intently on Autumn’s clit. So I slide out from your legs and begin to massage Autumn’s tits from behind. With my hands stroking her nipples and your tongue licking her clit, it doesn’t take long before she is starting to whimper, shake and cum all over your face. What a way to start the afternoon! As you two begin making out, I dig into the toy bag and bring out the lube, the anal plug, the restraints and the blindfold. I begin to tie the ends of the restraints to the legs of the bed and soon the bed is set up for it’s first prisoner! I look at the two of you laying next to each other and ask;

“So who wants to go first?”

“I want Dawn to go first!” exclaims Autumn.

I give you a devilish look and you smile back at me as you quickly spread eagle across the bed. Then I hear Autumn, say;

“Uh no…I want you to turn over.”

“Oh baby…this is going to be so Hot!” I reply as I begin to think about all the fun we are going to have with your gorgeous ass in the air.

You roll over onto your stomach and while I am securing your hands, Autumn is securing your ankles. We leave enough slack in the restraints that you can move around but not enough where you can actually remove your restraints. I slip the blindfold over your eyes and now you are now trapped and under our control. I look at Autumn and show her the anal plug and she gives me a wink, then grabs the lube and starts to apply the lube to your little asshole.

“Make sure you get some in there as well so that it goes in smoothly.” I tell her.

So, she inserts a finger and starts to lube you up thoroughly. You are squirming and moaning as this is a new experience for you and I can tell you are enjoying it from the sensual sounds you are making. Finally she removes her fingers and I begin the work the plug into your ass and you are going crazy as there is a slight bit of pain at first but as it starts to slide in, you begin to relax and start to feel incredibly horny as the feeling of not being in control is really making your pussy drip.

Your newly bedazzled ass, sticking in the air, is incredibly sexy as it squirms around with the plug stuffed in it. You are waiting for whatever is next as your pussy can’t stop leaking its juices and it is making it incredibly hard for you to be patient. I too am overwhelmed by the view and my cock begins to twitch as it is so incredibly hard. In fact, I don’t think my cock has ever been this hard and then I realized the pill I took earlier must be starting to work it’s magic. Holy Shit! my dick is so fucking hard…and really really thick! I rub a little bit of lube onto it and I am shocked at how sensitive it is, wow…that pill is amazing and I am glad I took it as it is going to help this day become way more fun. As soon as I am lubed up, I begin to drive my cock deep inside your wet pussy. Although you were aching for my cock, you didn’t know when to expect it so the minute it entered you, you jumped.

I proceeded slowly and within a few minutes, my pace starts to pick up until I begin to jack hammer your pussy. then notice that Autumn coming around to your mouth wearing the strap-on with the dildo attachment. She immediately starts to shove it into your mouth and as she is doing so, I hear the most vulgar words come out of her mouth;

“Suck my cock you little whore! I want to see that cock down your throat bitch! Oh my God you are such a cock sucking little slut! This is so fucking hot! I love seeing you suck my cock while your man is pounding your pussy! Fuck her senseless David!! Fuck her till you dump your load into her pussy! I want to see you pump all your hot juicy spunk deep in her cunt! Fuck her hard David! Make her cum with that monster dick of yours!”

Autumn then grabs your head and starts to fuck your mouth. All I can hear is you slurping, gagging, slapping and grunting as you are getting your mouth fucked by her and your pussy fucked by me. Autumn then leans over your head and starts to make out with me while she continues fucking the shit out of your mouth. You are feeling so used and hopeless and with both of us hammering away at you, it only takes a few more minutes before I can feel you cumming underneath me. Your body starts shudder and shake but your screams are muffled by the cock in your mouth. With the overwhelming sensations of your orgasm, the sensitivity in my cock and the vision of Autumn fucking your mouth I quickly explode like a volcanic eruption shortly thereafter.

“HOLY JESUS FUCK!!!!…I AM CUMMING SO FUCKING HARD IN YOUR SLUTTY PUSSY! HOLY SHIT! URGH…URGH…JESUS FUCKING CHRIST! OH GOD!! FUCK!!!” I am yelling as I fill your pussy with more cum than I could ever imagine I even had in my balls.

As I come down from my absolute orgasmic high I pull out of you and roll off the bed and onto the floor to catch my breath. As I lay there I hear Autumn walk around you. I look up and see her replace my dick with hers and she begins to fuck you like a machine on high speed while giving you the most hellacious words of encouragement;

“WOW! LOOK AT ALL THIS CUM IN YOUR PUSSY!! WHAT A LITTLE CUM DUMPSTER WHORE YOU ARE! HOW DO YOU LIKED GETTING FUCKED WITH MY COCK AFTER HAVING JUST BEEN USED SO HARD YOU LITTLE SLUT!!!”

This turns you on so much you that start moaning again and quickly feel yourself getting ready to cum once again. The scene, the words and I believe that little pill I took earlier are all working me up again and to my astonishment, I begin to stiffen. I pick myself off the floor and begin to shove my thick juicy cock into your mouth. You can taste all the cum from both of us and you hungrily suck on it as I allow you to bob your head all over it. Meanwhile, Autumn is behind you just fucking the shit out of you and I can feel you stop sucking my dick as you begin to scream out another orgasm. I am so blown away about all that is happening. I can hardly believe how sexy this whole afternoon is turning out to be.

As you regain your composure, all I can hear is the slapping noise coming from behind you as Autumn has not slowed her assault on your pussy and you are trying to beg her to stop but you can’t say anything with my cock in your mouth. Just then another orgasm begins to overtake you. While you continue sucking me off, your body once again stiffens up, and you launch into another climactic rapture. Your body shakes and shivers, all the while trying to scream, but can’t due to the fact that you have a fat dick in your mouth. I can tell you are just loving this as the amount of orgasms you are having are more than you have ever had in such a short time.

I pull my dick out of your mouth and hear you whimper a bit, but I just tell you I have another idea. I tell Autumn to get off of you for a minute and I untie one of the restraints on your wrist. I then slide in underneath your body and retie the restraint and begin to kiss you with all the passion I have in my body. I then slide my cock into your soaking wet pussy as we continue to kiss. After a few minutes, I pull back a bit and tell Autumn that she should replace that butt plug with her cock. Autumn was way ahead of me as she already pulled the plug out of your ass and was working more lube into it and on the dildo. Autumn then shoves her cock deep into your ass and you just look at me with your eyes wide, begging her to wait while you tried to adjust to the new intrusion, all the while fighting against your restraints. There was no way you were going anywhere and I was just smiling and holding you while we felt Autumn’s cock slide deep into your ass.

You are now completely overwhelmed by having two cocks inside of you and I could feel you holding your breath as your body tries to accommodate the situation and eventually you started to relax. As I sensed your situation becoming more pleasurable, I started to move my cock out slowly a little then back in. It was a strange and yet unbelievable sensation on my cock as I could feel Autumn’s cock in your ass rubbing against mine while being enveloped in your amazing pussy. As I continued to pick up the pace a bit, I was thinking there is no way I am going to last very long, but I also figured…we have all afternoon to enjoy many more fuck sessions. All of a sudden, I feel Autumn starting to put in a little effort to fucking your tight little ass hole and I could tell you did too as you released an unbelievable noise from your lips that sounded as if a demon had possessed your soul. I looked at your face and I saw your eyes roll into the back of your head and the next thing I heard was you screaming in pleasure;

“OHHHHHHHHHHHHH FFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKK!!! OHHHHHHHHHHHHH FFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKK!!! HHHHOOOOOLLLYYYYYY SSSSSHHHHHHIIIIIIIIITTTTTT!!! I AM CCUUUMMING SOOOOOO FFFFUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKIIIIIINNNNNGGGG HHHHAAARRRDDD!!!”

This was the most amazing orgasm I think I have ever seen you have and it was incredible. Autumn and I had to stop for a minute because we thought you were going to pass out if we kept up our assault on your body during that orgasm. When you finally come down, you beg me to hold on for a minute as you need to recover. I look over your shoulder and told Autumn to go get that vibrating cock ring and put it on me. Autumn slowly slid out of your ass and in no time she had taken my cock out of your pussy, sucked on it for a few seconds, then put the cock ring on, turned on the vibrator and guided me back into you. You kept raising your hips as the vibrations on your sensitive clit were just a bit too much for you to handle. But Autumn was having none of it and shoved her cock back in your ass and pushed you down on top of me. You immediately started to cum once again just as intense as the last time. Of course, this is just way too much for me to handle and I start to piston my cock in and out of you along with Autumn.

The most exciting part of this session was not just the intensity of the orgasms, but the frequency of them. They were almost back to back, non-stop the whole time we were pounding away at your body. Wave after wave after wave of orgasms were washing over you and the intensity of it all sends me over the edge and my dick started to shoot gobs of sweet sticky cream deep inside of you. The whole time Autumn is moving her cock back and forth at a steady pace and just as I started to cum, she too starts to have an orgasm. The scene, intensity, the eroticism, the grinding of the dildo on her clit is more than she could handle and after I feel her cock shaking in your ass against my cock, she collapsed on top of you which pushed your clit hard into the vibrating part of the cock ring and again…you started whaling out;

“FUUUUUCCCCCKKKK….STOOOOOP…..HOLY SHIT….PLEASE STOP!! FFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKK…PLEASE PLEASE STOP ME FROM CCCCCCCUUUUUUMMMMMIIIIINNNNGGGG!!!….I CAN’T TAAAAAKKKKKEEE IIITTTT ANNNNY MOOOOORRREEE!!”

I reached down and turned off the vibrator and we all just lay on top of each other. Exhausted and spent. Totally worn out with lust and sex. It was such an amazing feeling to have you pressed so hard into me.

Soon, my cock is deflated and falls out of you with what felt like an ocean of sperm flowing behind it. Autumn starts to come around and she too, pulls out of you leaving you feeling empty. I feel Autumn, get off the bed and see her start to uncuff you from your restraints. I take off your blindfold and start to kiss all over your face. You look completely exhausted as I can tell your body has never been subjected to that much pleasure in such a short time. When you are finally free of the restraints, you roll over and just stare at the ceiling until you could pull yourself into a more upright position. You finally get up and excused yourself to go to the bathroom. You looked finished and I thought you were going to tap out and then you look back at us and say;

“I just want to clean up a bit so that I can do the same shit to Autumn that she just did to me! She has got to experience that! By the way…Autumn, take off your cock so I can get it all cleaned up for you! Oh and hand me the butt plug too!”

Autumn looks at me like she had just been grounded by her mom and then we both start to chuckle as she takes off her strap-on and hands it to you.

When you come back out of the bathroom you are treated to a very sexy site. Autumn and I are in a 69 position. When she hears you coming out of the bathroom, she stoppes her ministrations on me and says;

“We decided we should clean ourselves up too!”

You laughed and tell her;

“Assume the position you little slut!”

To which she immediately jumps off of me. I too get up and as soon as I am out of the way, she flopps onto the bed and spread eagle on her stomach.

“Hurry up!” Autumn says, “I can’t wait for you too to use me like your personal sex toy! What we did to Dawn was so hot and I want you two to do the same to me!”

You look at me and say…”Tie that little cum guzzling little whore down baby!”

And with that…Autumn was our a little sex toy bitch! Sure as the day is long, we had her all lubed up, the butt plug in her ass, my cock in her mouth and you fucking her pussy! It was so hot to watch you fucking the living shit out of her pussy while she was sucking my cock and trying a muffled scream every time she came. You were relentless and made her cum over and over and over again. It was frustrating for me because Autumn would get me so close to cumming in her mouth and then have an orgasm which would disturb the rhythm. Finally I had had enough and when I felt myself about to cum, I pulled out of her mouth and began to jack off my cock. It only took about 5 strokes before I started shooting my coffee creamer right into her mouth and face while hearing you coaxing me on;

“That’s it baby, shoot your load all over her face, make her pay for what she did to me…give her that cum. Yea baby, that is so hot, make sure she sucks you clean!”

As I was spraying my sperm onto Autumn’s nose, mouth and blindfold, you were jackhammering her pussy for all it was worth and once again, she started screaming out;

“GGGGGOOOOOOODDDDDD DAMN FFFUUUUCCKKKK!! I AM CCCUUUMMING SO HARD ON YOUR DICK DAWN!” KEEEEEP FFFFFUUUUCCCCCKKKKKINNNNG MEE!!! PPPLLLEEEAAASSSEEEE DDDOOOONNN’TTTT SSSSTTTOOOOPPP!!”

And you never stopped, as soon as she started to end one orgasm, another started up and again she would start screaming out her profanities. I went over and got behind you and started rubbing your tits while you continued to fuck Autumn and all of a sudden, I almost couldn’t believe what I heard. You were starting to cum as well. Although it wasn’t as intense as the last orgasm, it was still a pretty good looking orgasm that came over you. I was just amazed and somewhat envious of the fact that women can have so many orgasms. I was so elated that you two were having so much fun and enjoying each other’s company and sexuality. This weekend couldn’t be more perfect.

When the both of you finally subsided, I took Autumn out of her restraints and got her a warm face cloth to wipe some of the dried cum off her face. We were all pretty exhausted and within minutes we were cuddled up together on the bed having a nice nap.

To Be Continued: Weekend with Dawn – Sunday After our Fuck Session Nap

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Grandad gets careless with his files and three people’s lives change significantly

It was a Sunday morning and I was searching, unsuccessfully, for my flash drive when my granddaughter’s voice came from downstairs.

“Grandad, I’ve brought your laptop back as promised.”

“Thank you love, I was going to use it as soon as you brought it, but I can’t find the flash drive containing my private files.”

I stopped searching and went downstairs to greet my granddaughter properly. On entering the living room I found Gemma sitting on the sofa with the laptop across her knees.

“Hello love, where’s Claire? I thought you two were inseparable.”

“I wanted to see you on my own because I have something to ask you.”

“Oh that sounds nicely mysterious. What’s this about?”

“Grandad, would you tell me off, or tell me the truth if I ask you some private questions?”

“I wouldn’t tell you off, but I wouldn’t lie to you although I won’t promise to answer until I know what this is about.”

“Well, you’ve always told me that if I felt that I needed information then I should look for it, and that included asking questions. What I want to know is about you and you’re the only person who can answer these questions because they’re about your present life.”

I was intrigued and admitted that I didn’t believe in keeping secrets from her, especially as she had grown into a young adult. She was almost 18yrs old, a pretty, slimly built young woman; 5ft 6in tall, and I had to admit that I thought she was sexy.

I also thought that she should have all the information she felt she needed to understand the world she lived in, but what had my present life to do with her future?

Gemma put the laptop on the coffee table and sat back down beside me.

“Grandad, Grandma has been dead for three years, I know you miss her, but you must be lonely. Have you ever tried to meet some lady in the same situation who wanted some company, even if only occasionally?”

“Yes I miss her and no I haven’t tried to meet anyone else. I really don’t want that sort of connection because we’d be two people, grown accustomed to our own ways and habits and not necessarily wanting to learn to fit in with another person’s ways.”

“What makes you think I’m lonely? I’m in the pub’s over sixty’s football team, I go cycling with some of the team members, I go bowling with friends and I also go cycling with you and your friend Claire.”

“You do miss your very private life though, don’t you?”

Before I could even think of an answer, Gemma told me that she’d found the flash drive, and from her shorts pocket she took the one I had been searching for.

“This was in one of the usb sockets when I borrowed the laptop on Friday evening.”
“I didn’t see it until I got home because you’d put it in the satchel. I know I shouldn’t have, but I couldn’t resist opening it to see what was on it. I saw the file labelled ‘stories’ and thought you were writing stories so I just had to peek.”

“I don’t know if you wrote any of those stories, but I bet you’ve read them all, I have read some of them and I must tell you that I want to read the rest of them.”

“Gemma I…”

“Grandad, I was turned on by some of the ones I read. I think it is time you faced the fact that I’m not a child and that I have sexual urges just like anyone else. It was wonderful to feel so aroused that my pussy got moist just reading about the things that I could do. I was really excited when I saw that you had a lot of stories about lesbian love and also about grandfather and granddaughter incest.”

“Is that because you’re aroused by incestual activities?”

“I had never thought about them before, but now I’ve read some of the ones you have I have to admit that they did have an effect on me.”

“Before you get angry I want you to know some of my secrets. The big one is that Claire and I have begun having a sexual relationship.”

“I don’t know if we’re really lesbians, but I do know that we love each other and we really enjoy each other’s body. Neither of us has ever been with a boy because, frankly, they’re only ever interested in their pleasure, and then they leave you. They’ve done it to quite a few of the girls we know, but we won’t let it happen to us.”

“That leaves me with a problem because I want to know all about how it would feel to have sex with a male, but I want to be safe and that rules out everyone I know, except you. I know you wouldn’t hurt me and I really do love you.”

“Claire told me that her dad had tried to get into bed with her one night after they’d been for a celebratory meal for her 18th birthday. They’d allowed her to drink more wine than she was used to and so she went to bed early.

Her mother heard the noises and stopped her dad before he got further than getting her pyjama top off. She got into bed with Claire to comfort her and said that she’d stay with her until she fell asleep. When she woke up in the morning, she was naked.

She came into Claire’s bedroom a few days later and went a lot further than her dad had done. Clare says that she’d enjoyed it, and when her mom came in the next night ‘to make sure she was calm’ she showed Claire what lesbian love was like and caused Claire to have an orgasm. She said that if Claire enjoyed it then they would do it again. Claire said yes she enjoyed it, but then she began to wonder if she’d have enjoyed what her dad would have done if her mum hadn’t stopped him.”

“Claire showed me what they’d done and it was terrific. We’ve started doing it every weekend.”

I told her that I had been wondering what it would be like to have sex with you and she said that if I didn’t do something about it, I’d never find out because it was obvious that you wouldn’t do what her dad had tried to do to her.”

“Gemma, I can’t believe that you’ve been talking to Claire about having sex with me. Just what makes you think I would agree to sleep with you?”

“I wasn’t thinking of sleeping Grandad, that’s the last thing I’d want you to do with me.”

“The fact that you downloaded those stories to read whenever you wish to be aroused tells me that you miss having sex, and I’m willing to bet that you masturbate while you read them. I admit that after I’d read them, I did and I began fantasizing about having sex with you.”

The little minx was right, I did masturbate after I’d read my latest downloaded stories and I fantasized about what I would do and who I’d like to do it with. What she couldn’t know was that I did fantasize about getting into her knickers and thoughts of Claire had also figured in my fevered imagination.

“Claire is correct; I wouldn’t try to have sex with you.”

Gemma suddenly stood, turned to face me and then knelt before me. Taking my hand she placed it on her left breast and, even through the material of her T-shirt and ‘bra, I felt the nipple harden and rise. My hand responded by cupping the firm and proud mound of her breast and rubbing my thumb over the top of her, now erect, nipple.

“Let me attempt to change your mind Grandad.”

She leant in towards me, thus pressing her breast more firmly against my hand as her own hand dropped to my groin to feel the erection that now strained against the fabric of my tracksuit trousers. I saw her eyes widen in surprise.

I could no longer fight nature. I stood up and, using her breast as a handle, forced her into a standing position. She reacted faster than I did to this new position and before I could get my left hand to her right breast, she’d thrust her hand into the waistband of my tracksuit and boxers to grasp my erection.

I am 6ft 1in tall and weigh 200lbs. My cock is to the same scale, so she had just grasped a rod that was a little over 9 inches long and almost six inches in circumference. She gasped in surprise, I gasped in sheer, undiluted, delight, and lust reigned supreme.

“Good god! That’s huge.”

“Gemma, This is not a good idea, but if you really intend to carry on then I think we should lock the door and go upstairs.”

“I locked the door when I came in.”

I was wasting my breath. Gemma was in her own world of sexual arousal and exploration and I wasn’t about to prevent her doing what she so obviously needed to do.
She used her free hand to pull my hands away from her breasts, removed her hand from my trousers, and then sank to her knees.

As she descended, her thumbs hooked into my wasteland and took both trousers and boxers down to my ankles. Gemma had her first good look at an aroused, throbbing penis and I was praying that she’d take hold of it.

My prayers were answered. She wrapped both her hands around my shaft and squeezed it gently before commencing to slide her hands along its length.

“I’ll never be able to get this monster inside me.”

Without realizing what I was doing, I placed my hands behind her head and applied pressure to bring her face closer. She didn’t pause; she just opened her mouth and, placing her lips around the head of my cock, continued masturbating me.

Her tongue began licking my cock head and then she moved a hand from my shaft in order to fondle my balls. Gemma sucked my cock head for a few more minutes and then pulled away from me.

“Undress me, please.”

“We should go upstairs first.”

“This is my fantasy, and I want to be undressed down here and laid on that table, by you. I want you to see my pussy, and then I want to feel you licking it. We’ve got this far grandad, please don’t spoil it now.”

I was never going to refuse her wishes and she knew it.

I lifted her T-shirt up over her head and reached behind her back to unclip her ‘bra and pulled it forward and off. I spent a couple of minutes just enjoying the sight of her bare pert breasts topped with pink, erect, nipples.

“Please Grandad.”

I wasted no more time. Lifting her up, I placed her on the table, laid her on her back and then swiftly pulled her knickers off. Now I was able to take in a sight I hadn’t seen for thirteen years, my granddaughter’s naked body. What a transformation she had undergone.

Glorious proudly up-thrust breasts, flat stomach, waist flaring out to her hips and long smooth legs. Her whole, being covered by glowing, tanned skin. She was delicious and I was very aroused. My cock ached and throbbed, but I did not intend to fuck her,
I was certainly going to become very intimate with her, but I wouldn’t fuck her.

I stripped and then, standing alongside her, I caressed her body. I spent time fondling her breasts and not only tweaking her nipples, but also nibbling them as she writhed and moaned and felt for my cock. I kissed my way down her body. Her lips, throat and breasts were all kissed, and in the case of her breasts, sucked and licked.

All the time my mouth was busy with her upper body, my right hand was pressing gently on her fluff-covered vulva and eventually her thighs parted sufficiently for me to slide a finger down the slit formed by her labia.

As I did so, I pressed against it and eventually this bore results. It was time for her next surprise. I was able to get all my hand between her thighs so now I got one finger pressed against her anus and a thumb pressed inside her pussy.

I did nothing else, but along with fondling her breasts, it was sufficient to drive her wild. She was bucking, squirming, thrusting her nipples at me, and asking me to lick them. Of course I complied.

“Does my granddaughter want me to lick anything else?”

“You know what I want you to lick,”

“Tell me.” I breathed against her clitoris.

“I want you to lick me there,”

“Here?” I leaned forward and flicked my tongue against her swollen bud.

“Yes, Yes, OH yes please.”

It did not take long for Gemma’s slit to begin dripping as I licked slowly and repeatedly up to, and then over, her clitoris. I nibbled her little pink bud and her orgasm built. Moving my finger away from her anus, I allowed the juice from her sex to ooze over my fingertip and her anal opening and then I pressed my finger against it once more.

Gemma twitched and then her sphincter relaxed sufficiently to allow the end of my finger to enter into the slight aperture. I didn’t press hard and, as I rasped my tongue hard across her erect nipple, I was rewarded by her sphincter relaxing even more and my finger slid into her anal channel.

She tensed, and her buttocks came up off the table, which suited me just fine. I eased my finger up past the second sphincter and into her rectum which caused her to moan and buck to which I responded by crooking my finger inside her anus simultaneously rubbing my thumb against her clitoris.

My cock was gripped in a vice and Gemma exploded into a climactic orgasmic frenzy.

“Granddaaad. Oh god. Fuck me, please grandad, fuck me.”

I didn’t. I went into the kitchen and took a bottle of oil from a cupboard.
I returned to my granddaughter and climbed above her into the 69 position, got my arms between her legs then forced her legs upwards and backwards which gave me a wonderful view of, and easy access to, her sex and anus.

Opening the bottle, I poured a small amount of olive oil onto her anal ring. I closed and then toss the bottle onto a chair. Once again, I lowered my mouth to her slit and licked deeply inside her inner pussy lips, but this time I slid a finger straight into her anal canal.

Sucking and licking her sex I finger-fucked her anus until gradually her sphincter relaxed sufficiently for me to be able to insert a second finger into her.

Gemma responded to this action by thrusting her hips upwards each time I pushed my fingers into her, she also managed to remain clear headed enough to position my cock so that she could suck me ever deeper into her hot mouth.

She climaxed and her sphincter tightened to such an extent that I had to wait for it to relax before I could remove my fingers, but I did pull my still stiff cock from Gemma’s throat so that she could swallow my pre cum properly.

Scrambling off the table, I moved to the end of the table and got between her thighs. There was no preamble. I placed the head of my cock against her anal sphincter and pressed.
It was a very tight fit, but despite the tightness, with the help of more oil, I slid a good inch and a half of my cock into my granddaughter’s rectal passage and she didn’t flinch. She squealed and she gasped, but she didn’t try to get me to stop.

Waiting for a minute until she had become used to the feeling, I withdrew from her and reached for the oil bottle and anointed my cock prior to re-inserting it into her bottom.
I didn’t have any condoms as I hadn’t needed one for years, but I wasn’t going to deny myself or Gemma the pleasure of what I was about to do to her. Promising myself that I would not be caught out again ,I pressed, and this time she had around three inches of my erection inside her.

I had to go very slowly as I most certainly didn’t want to damage her flesh or feelings. Pausing for a moment I returned my attention to her clitoris and listened to her gasps as the new sensations seethed through her. No complaint came from her so I began to fuck her anus and each time I slid forward, I penetrated a little deeper into her rectum.

“Your Grandmother used to love this. She was always happy for me to take her whichever way I wanted and usually whenever I wanted. So yes my lovely granddaughter, I do miss her and I have most certainly been missing this.”

“You may well have started something that you’ll later regret, but I’d be a fool not to give you and me some pleasure and sexual release, but you can forget about me fucking your vagina.”

“I will not forget, nor will I stop tempting you until you give in and take me.”

All the time we were talking I was sliding my cock gently in and out of her now fully relaxed anal channel to which she had begun responding by lifting her buttocks to meet my forward thrusts.

It had been a long time since I’d been in a position to have a warm, willing body, so it was no surprise to me when my safety valve blew and I filled Gemma’s rectum with hot semen.
It was a lot of hot semen and I had responded to the first alarm pulse by changing my thrusts to very fast and hard.

Gemma squealed, screeched and bucked as I fucked her anus unrelentingly and my semen was slurping and running from her each time I pulled my cock back in readiness for the next forceful thrust until I was a spent force.

I pulled out of her bottom, placed chairs so that she could rest her feet and then moved to her side and kissed her.

Through her gasps and grunts, she said:

“I’m still a virgin. I don’t want to be and I want you fuck me so that I can find out if I like it enough to want more. I intend to make sure that you do fuck me even though I think I’d begun to like what you just did instead of what I really wanted. It did hurt at first, but that eased after a while.”

“Come on upstairs for a shower and then we’ll have a chat over a coffee.”

We showered together, each making certain that the other was clean in every nook and cranny of our partner’s body. Having dried ourselves, I gave Gemma one of her grandmother’s bathrobes and as I put mine on, I told her that we hadn’t finished yet and received a lovely smile in return.

Over coffee, Gemma asked me if her Grandmother had really enjoyed anal sex as much as vaginal sex. I promised I had told her the truth and Gemma said that she was willing to do it again because, even though it had hurt at first, towards the end she had enjoyed the sensations she’d experienced.

Placing the cup on the table, Gemma dropped to her knees and once again, her cool hand gripped my stiffening penis until it was erect enough to please her and then she practiced what he’d been learning about fellatio.

I was in heaven and very nearly forgot about my own agenda, but lust prevailed and I lifted her face away from my groin and told her that I intended to show her exactly what it was that her grandmother had really enjoyed.

In my bedroom, I took a small bottle of spray lubricant from the pocket of my bathrobe, removed both our robes and then positioned her at the foot of my bed facing the bedhead. I place the bottle on the bed and then reached around her to fondle her breasts as I nuzzled her neck.

I moved my right hand down over her stomach to her vulva, resting it there with just a light pressure against it.

I tweaked a nipple simultaneously bringing my right hand round to my cock and eased it between her thighs. Gemma responded by opening her legs a little and my cock slid in until it was rubbing its length against her labia.

I know what she thought she was about to receive, but she was wrong.

“Get on the bed and kneel on it. Spread your knees wide apart and bend forward until you can rest your head on your arms on the bed.”

She did what I wanted and, after I’d enjoyed myself looking at and feeling her glorious soft, round bottom, I followed suit and did what I wanted.

I got the spray bottle, sprayed my cock and her anus. Before she’d had time to process what had just happened she received about five inches of stiff, swollen and very eager cock up her rear entrance.

Gemma grunted, gasped, and then asked me to go a little more slowly.

I paused for a moment then gradually pushed my whole length into her tight anal channel

One more pause and then, amid the Oohs, aahh,s and gnnr,s I took hold of her hips and commenced to fuck my Granddaughter’s anus until she came. Which she did, loudly and violently, but I had a tight hold of her hips and, pulling and pushing her body along my length I made damn sure I stayed inside her until I had, once again, filled her rectum with my semen.

I pulled my cock out of her, climbed onto the bed alongside her, and embraced her shaking body.

“All you’ve done is to convince me that I was correct. I want you to fuck me and that is exactly what you did. It wasn’t the experience I expected, but as an alternative, it was fantastic. I do want more of that.”

“That’s just as well because you’ve woken the beast up and now that fence is down we can relax and enjoy ourselves.”

“Yes please Granddad.”

“My bottom is sore. Will it always be sore after we’ve done it?”

“No, you’ll find it won’t bother you after the first week.”

“When did you and grandmother do that for the first time?”

“It was the day after our wedding. After our wedding night, her vagina was too sore to have me inside it again so soon. She had been a virgin until then, but afterwards she just couldn’t get enough sex. It didn’t matter to her which passage I used, I was ecstatic.”

“We both came from strict bible thumpers who didn’t believe in any sort of pleasures of the flesh. We were victims of their beliefs, but we soon threw those chains off.”

“I’ll deal with that Grandad.”

“I have just more thing to say Gemma. In future I would prefer it if, when we are alone, you call me Harry.

“Get on your back Harry.”

Gemma climbed on top of me into the 69 position and treated me to a lovely close up view of her sex as she slowly sucked my stiffening cock into her lovely hot mouth again. So now, because our individual sexual appetites had been temporarily satisfied, there began a long period of mutual pleasure giving without an urgent need to eject bodily fluids into each other mouth. Although, that did eventually happen.

During the next week, I occasionally saw the girls at work because we all worked for the same company. I was the recovery and repair department manager and they worked in the accounts department.

Saturday came. Gemma was coming after lunch so I was dressed in a T-shirt and tracksuit bottoms with no underpants because I wanted everything to be easily removed.

My house is on the main street, one of a row of five town houses sandwiched between a DIY store and a bookmaker. I have the one next to the DIY store, which is not a bad thing as the car park is at the rear so I have no problems with disturbance.

Gemma had cheated. She came with Claire, who was looking a little apprehensive. I knew that I’d find out soon enough what they were planning so I merely tried to calm nerves
until that happened.

“Hello Claire; this is a surprise, you’re very welcome, but Gemma didn’t tell me you were coming.”

“She didn’t know until this morning, and it isn’t the only surprise you’re going to get.”

As she spoke, she turned to Claire and kissed her, then undid her blouse and removed it. Sliding her fingers under the skimpy ‘bra, she lifted it of her breasts and fondled them before pulling Claire’s skirt down, quickly followed by her knickers.

I was so surprised by the speed at which Claire was stripped that I never uttered a word, I couldn’t help myself, I just stared. I stared even harder when Claire returned the favour and just as easily, and speedily, stripped Gemma, it was a sight I will never forget.

I had a raging erection, which is very uncomfortable when one is seated.

The girls kissed and caressed in front of me and then descended on me to begin removing my clothes, which didn’t take long in view of my decision to not wear much.

Claire saw my erection and I heard her muttered comment about ‘never get that in me’.

Well I was now back in charge of my faculties, and very shortly, she would find out just how wrong she was.

“Claire, Just in case Gemma forgot to tell you, we are all adults and so you treat me as an equal. I’m Harry to you whenever no one else is present. Gemma just what do you think you’re doing?”

“Gemma grinned. I’m getting dressed because I think I’m going to leave you two alone for a couple of hours because I have some shopping to do. Bye for now.”

Before I could protest, she went.

“Did you know that she was going to leave you here?”

“No I didn’t, but I don’t mind,. Gemma said that I can trust you and I trust her, besides which, what can happen to me that I don’t want to happen?”

“I have no idea what you don’t want to happen so we’ll just have to wait and see.”

I leaned back against the cushions as Claire gently masturbated me and I was very happy to accept that the girls had ganged up to get their message across before I could argue the rights and wrongs of their plan.

It couldn’t last, I had to get her onto my bed and soon. I put my hands under her armpits and then stood. Claire yelped as she was lifted into the air and then sighed as I slid my hands round her body and hugged her against me.

Her glorious breasts were pressing against me and my erection was prodding her vulva as I began to carry her to the stairs. I was never going to be able to get her up the stairs in this manner so I lowered her and asked her to go up the stairs.

She moved to the stairs, but after the first few treads she knelt on them, turned to look over her shoulder and with a grin she asked: “Do you like that view?” Then she opened her thighs before asking: “Would like to see more oofff..?”

My mouth was on her pussy with a finger pressing against her anus before she had completed the question. She tasted sweet, but slightly tangy and I knew I was going to very happy with that taste.

I spent some time licking in and around her labia paying special attention to her clitoral hood until her little bud, was revealed, all pink and swollen. By the time I had finished licking and nibbling her soaking sex and had transferred my attention to her anus she was gasping and moaning about wanting me to fuck her, here and now. She was disappointed.

Claire actually shrieked when my tongue forced its way into her little puckered hole and then removed so that a finger, coated in her tangy juice, could prize her sphincter open sufficiently wide to allow relatively easy access to her anal canal.

“Do you remember me saying that I had no idea what it could be that you wouldn’t want to happen?”

“Yesss.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes I remember.”

“Could this be it?”

“I.. I’m not… oohh, certain. Oohh.”

I removed my finger, placed the head of my raging erection against her anus and let her feel it just beginning to force her sphincter open even wider than it had been.

“I think we should do what I asked you to do some time ago and that is to GET UP THOSE STAIRS.”

Claire scrambled rapidly up the stairs with me directly behind her to direct her into my bedroom. She needed no telling about getting onto the bed and very obligingly lay on her back with her legs open and bent such that the soles of her feet were flat on the bed.

I admired the view for a short while but my erection was hurting so I climbed onto the bed and lay alongside her so that I could fondle and kiss her beautiful body and rouse her desire to the same intensity as my own.

“Tell me, are you still a virgin or did your dad get a second chance?”

“Mom couldn’t be around when we were at work so I made him meet me one lunch time. We skipped lunch, met up and went to park on the top floor of the multi-story behind the railway station. Dad’s a painter and decorator and he’d even put a pile of dustsheets in the back of his van for something to lay on. That was the best missed lunch I ever had.”

“Made Him?”

“He wasn’t really happy about what we did, but I knew that he’d been having sex with one of the counter girls from his decorator’s suppliers. I told him that I knew and that if he didn’t do what I wanted I’d tell mom about him.

“So as I understand things, you found that having sex with a man was at least as enjoyable as having sex with a woman which means that at long last I’m going to find out exactly what you are like when in a sexual frenzy.”

“Please Harry, just shut up and fuck me.”

I did. I slid into her slowly, gently and gratefully. Claire ‘s vagina was a tight fit, but once she had all of me inside her I held it there until she was comfortable with its dimensions and then I began to pulse it up to and away from her cervix

After a while I began to withdraw further away from her cervix and then push forward again, increasing the distance a little after several strokes. I began increasing the speed of the strokes until eventually I was fucking her hard and fast and then, without warning she exploded into frenzied action.

“Ohh, Ohh, Ohhh. Fuck, come on, fuck me, faster ohh, aargh, aargh, nnaggh.”

Her legs were wrapped around me, she had her hands around my backside and was desperately trying to pull me into her vagina when she climaxed. One moment I was driving my cock up her tunnel and slapping my groin into her pussy and the next I was squelching my way into her.

I stopped pumping, pulled out of her, and watched her juices run from her body.

“Did you enjoy that Claire?”

The question was from Gemma, sitting on the dressing table stool.

“Yes I did; why the fuck did you not tell me how big his cock is? I thought I would split.”

“Gemma came and slid a finger into Claire and I watched as she finger fucked her friend, and even though I had just pumped the largest thing she’d ever had, inside her, she began to react to the sensation she was having. Gemma realized that Claire was beginning to be aroused again and positioned herself so that she could get more fingers into Claire’s soaking sex.

The thing about this was that she had just presented a glorious backside to me. I accepted this gift and lifted her skirt to find that she now wore very skimpy panties in place of the plain white knickers she had worn before she went shopping. These would be no problem for what I had in mind.

I took a condom from my bedside table, sprayed it with lube and, pulling her tiny panties down, inserted myself into her anus. Gemma grunted and raised her bottom a little higher, giving me a perfect angle to enter her with little difficulty.

I fucked my Granddaughter’s backside. Once again I was inside her lovely body whilst my hands were roving over the outside. Her blouse was easily opened, but I expected a problem getting her breasts out of her ‘bra. I didn’t have one, her shopping had included a very wispy and very arousing ‘bra which she had decided to wear to check what effect it would have on me. I didn’t last long and soon I was spurting my semen into the condom as she achieved a climax and Claire had another, less intense, climax.

Claire opened her eyes to see that Gemma’s blouse was open and that her breasts were bare and being lovingly mauled by me, then she saw where my cock was.

“Gemma, doesn’t that hurt?”

“Hardly at all now, it was painful for a few minutes when he first did it , but then I forgot about it. This time I hardly noticed it and it really is a lovely feeling when it goes in. Did he not try to do it to you?”

“He put the end just inside my bottom, but that’s all.”

“All I can say is; if he asks you to try it, take the offer, then make up your mind. I’ll do it any time he wants, but I want him to fuck me the way he just fucked you and he says he won’t”

“Excuse me ladies, but…”

“Harry, please can I get up now?”

I pulled out of her as she released Claire then we all did what was necessary and after we’d all showered, etc. we had a quick meal with a lot of coffee. Gemma showed her new underwear off and said that she had some bad news and some good news for me.

Claire thanked me for what I’d done with her and I thanked her for allowing me to do what I’d done.

The bad news was they would have to go home very shortly, the good news was that they would be back tomorrow with some of the items which Gemma had just bought.

Before they left, I asked Claire if she knew whether or not her parents were still having a normal relationship after her mum had interrupted her dad’s attempt to have sex with her.

“Do you mean having sex?”

“Exactly that.”

“Yes, I sometimes hear what sounds like sex noises from their bedroom.”

“I think you’ve been conned by your parents. Your dad set it up for your mum to get into bed with you, that led to another night of ‘parental concern’ and so you ended up having sex with her. Then you ‘force’ your dad into having sex with you,

If he had really been reluctant I doubt that would have happened, I also think that if your mum had truly been angry with your dad for trying to fuck you, she wouldn’t have let him anywhere near her, or you. I honestly believe that your dad was setting you up for your mum. I also believe that he was never supposed to fuck you and I’ll bet she would be furious with him if she finds out, this was all about her desire, not his.

The following morning, Gemma arrived on her own because Claire was ‘having a heart to heart talk’ with her mother.

Gemma treated me to a fashion show accompanied by a full strip tease, the main event being a demonstration of her underwear purchases. It was fantastic and she was gorgeous, by the time she had finished her tease routine I had changed my mind, I was going to fuck her and in the very near future.

I took her on the sofa. Softly and gently, I made love to her. I caressed and kissed her and used her erogenous zones to raise her desire to fever pitch and then very slowly I entered her vagina as I looked into her eyes I saw the realization in those blue irises when the moment came and her hymen tore.

Gemma made a tiny mewling sound as she finally became a woman and then she was kissing me and pulling me hard against her body. Gradually I increased my movements until I was giving her all my cock in fast hard thrusts and she responded with equal thrusting.

Gemma squealed when she climaxed, she was crying out in ecstasy and humping up at my downward thrusts until the dam burst and we both climaxed. It was perfect.

We lay in a sweating, satiated heap on the sofa still joined in sexual bliss, until the doorbell rang. I removed my bit from her bit and checked the entry phone camera, it was Claire so I unlocked the door and opened it whilst keeping behind the door.

Once inside, Claire giggled when she saw that I was nude and immediately went towards the stairs, but I stopped her wasting her breath.

“She’s not up there Claire, try the living room.”

I went into the kitchen to make coffee as I heard Claire’s questions;

“He did it? He fucked you. There? Was it comfortable? Oh wow, how do you feel?”

I carried the tray of coffees into the room, still nude,, but so was Gemma so I didn’t feel lonely. Claire smiled up at me from her position crouching between Gemma’s thighs.

“Don’t look so shocked, I’m just checking her for bruising, or something. Did you know that your sofa has blood stains on it now?”

“I didn’t, but I don’t care, it is old so either it’ll clean or I’ll throw it out and get a replacement.”

I went and brought a sheet to throw over the sofa and they sat on that as I went to shower and put on a bathrobe. I brought one down for Gemma when I returned to the living room and suggested that Gemma should go and have a shower.

Claire said that she’d had a storming argument with her mum and she’d tell us all about it either during or after lunch as she was hungry. That brought me down to earth again.

Claire told us that she had confronted her mum about getting her drunk, the supposed care and comfort scenarios that had in fact merely been a means of preparing her for eventual inclusion into her parent’s sex games. Her mother didn’t deny it and Claire told her exactly what she thought of them and about what she’d done with her dad.

The confrontation ended with Claire telling her mum that as she could no longer trust them, she was going find alternative accommodation and then move out.

I tried to dissuade her from such a hasty action, but she said that she had been thinking it over for most of the night and this was what she wanted to do.

Gemma looked thoughtful and then said:

“Grandad, you have a spare bedroom and you know that you like Claire. She would be safe here, so would you consider letting Claire live here. I mean as proper tenant in a normal way?”

“Whatever else happens is purely accommodation with benefits.”

She had a point and I was a pushover.

That was a year ago and Claire is still occupying my bedroom. Sometimes she even sleeps in the one that she rents, it depends on whether Gemma is staying overnight.

The End

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“Those woman are bat-shit fucking crazy,” Jay said. She didn’t elaborate straight away. She laid in the bath, the bubbles floating around her as she clearly relaxed to let out any tension that had built in the past few hours.

Back at school after a little morning delite.

All my stories take place on an alternate earth with an orbit 3X that of our earth, making ages 1/3 what they would be on earth, and thus the age of consent is 6.

Michael eventually came home about 11:30, I was asleep as far as he knew and let that illusion hold. He went to bed and was softly snooring in a few minutes, I had let Mary have control of herself for a while and her mind was spinning. I can tell when it’s just me enjoying what I do, and I can tell when my host is enjoying it, and Mary was enjoying it to the fullest. I don’t know if she ever had these thoughts before, I didn’t see any in the memories I looked through, but she was in to it now. Her thoughts were running fast; should she do it again, she wanted to, but it was wrong, but it was so very good, he liked it, she liked it, how could that be wrong? Would he tell someone? she could be in a lot of trouble. He wouldn’t tell, he said so. It was so naughty, so nasty, so much fun.

2:30 rolled around and she was still thinking about what we had done, when the door opened and Tommy came quietly in to the room. He walked to her side of the bed and whispered “Mom.”

“What Baby?” she asked.

“My report card is on the table, I need it signed before I go to school in the morning.” he said in a quiet hush. Why he needed to mention this now seemed like more of a pretense to me.

“OK, Ill do it first thing.” Mary told him, I was just observing right now.

“Thanks” and he started to walk away.

Mary reached out and grabbed the front of his briefs and stopped him. Her hand quickly went to the shaft that made a bulge in the front, and stroke it up and down several times. He was hard when he walked in, and harder now. When she felt how firm his cock was, she wasted no time, she pulled the briefs down and pulled him toward her, while scooting to the edge of the bed. Her husband, his father, lay sleeping 3 feet away as she swallowed his cock to the hilt.

I could feel the wetness growing between her legs, I could sense how excited she was, but I was not in control.

Mary bobbed up and down, taking it all in, then pulling out until just the head remained in her warm mouth. Back and forth with a quick, but not frantic motion, she was in full control. As young men are prone to do, after 3 or 4 minutes, he shot his load in to her mouth, and Mary greedily swallowed every drop, and sucked hard to make sure none remained behind. When she was done, she tucked him back inside his underware.

“Anything else Baby?” she asked with a whisper.

Thompson just shook his head and went back to his room, his head in a daze.

The morning came and Michael was up and gone to work by 7:00. Mary woke right after, showered, and dressed. Tommy would be up soon, and I thought he should get a show. I found a pink garter belt, pale pink stockings, and lovely pink lace bra, pink worked exceptionally well with her tan skin. White leather pumps finished it off, and her makeup was pure sexy milf. A silk robe with a pale pink flower print covered Mary’s shoulders, but little else, we didn’t bother even trying to close it.

Tommy was down stairs eating breakfast when I came down, and he snapped around when I entered the kitchen.

“Hey Baby” I said as I walked in.

“You look great mom.” he said. I liked it when he stared.

“Thanks, ready for school?” I asked leaning over the counter. I’m not entirly sure who was in charge now.

“Yep, with time to spare.” he said.

“Want to give it to mommy one more time before school?” I asked with a little lick of my lips.

A big grin and a nod was all the answer I needed. I took his hand and we went to the front room. I opened the blinds so I could see outside, took off my robe and got on the couch, on my hands and knees. He knew what to do this time, and he got on the couch behind me. I looked back and smiled at him, naked from the waist down, and said “Be a good boy and fuck mommy hard like last night, ok?”

He nodded again, and found the right hole first time. he was getting better, starting slow and stady, and getting faster as he went. I watched out the window, neighbors walked by, none bothering to look up at the window to see a mother getting drilled hard by her son. Me head was diverted from the window with a sudden jerk of my ponytail, he yanked it hard and my head snapped back. I moaned loudly.

“That’s it Baby, fuck your mommy good and hard.” I managed to get out between a gasp and a groan.

He yanked my head back again, and it felt like heaven. he brought his small hand down hard on my ass and I started to shake, moments later I felt him start to cum and I screamed out loud, and long, my pussy felt like it was on fire, and when he started to slow, I pushed back harder and kept the orgasm going. When it was over, I stood up, boy cum ran down my leg, and I let it. It ran over my stockings and half way to my knee.

“You better get going if your going to catch you bus.” I told him. I touched his hand, and went in to him, my work here was done.

“Right!” and he scrambeled to get dressed, grabbed his book bag, and was out the door.

Mary stood in the open door, bra, garter, stockings and heels, and her sons cum running down her leg as she waved goodbye to him. We got on the bus.

So what should my next play things be? I wasn’t sure, I rarely am, so I just went person to person at school, looking for something interesting.

I went to the office receptionist, they useually know everything that goes on in a school, they know everything and everyone. Penny the receptionist was 42, cute, slightly chubby but in a pleasent way. She was also a freak, and that was cool. She was a sub, she longed to be dominated and controled. She was also very shy, which ment she was unable to let anyone know about what she really wanted. She was decidedly Bi, but this was more because she longed to be dominated, that was the thrill, she didn’t care who it was, the submission was the goal. That is not to say she didn’t have likes, she just liked anyone she thought would take control of her. I could use this.

The principle was a tall redhead with large breasts, and she liked to show them off, at least as much as reasonable in an elementary school. She wore dresses to show off her long legs, and was herself very sexually frustrated. Being 5’11” made most guys afraid of her, and she had trouble getting dates, being named Veronica didn’t help. She was a firm hetero, for now.

When I went to Veronica, I decided to give her and penny what they needed.

“Penny, in here please.”I said from the office doorway. and went to my desk and sat. Penny entered. “Shut the door please.”

She did.

“Your work has been sloppy lately, you don’t show up on time, you don’t get your work done on time, and you even dress sloppy.” I said with firm distance.

“I’m sorry Veronica..” She started, confused as this had never been her style.

“Miss Tribadoux. It’s Miss Tribadoux.” I stated. This caught her off guard.

“Miss, Tribadoux, yes. I’m sorry.” She ended, unsure of where to go now.

“Your sorry what?” I paused and she said nothing. “I’m sorry Miss Tribadoux, is that what you mean?”

“Yes, I’m sorry Miss Tribadoux.” she stammered, scared.

I stood, and walked around my desk. Just look at the way you are dressed.” I scolded. “You dress like a frumpy old spinster. Ever considered a dress that didn’t go to your ankles?” I paused. “How about a bra that keeps those girls up somewhere north of the equator?” I paused again. “You work sloppy, you dress sloppy.” I stopped. She stared stright ahead whil I stood slightly behind her.

“I’ll do better. I promise.” she said, and I was sensing a slight bit of excitement coming from her.

“Promise? You need to be punished.” I said as she started to panic. “Put your hands on the desk.”

She started to step forward.

“I didn’t tell you to walk, just put your hands on the desk.” and she did it, reaching out with one hand, then the other. She stood bent over, head down, shame and fear all over her. I pulled a ruler off the desk, and it made a thwack when it hit her ass.

She yelped before swallowing her voice.

“You will do better, wont you.”

“Yes Veroni…”

Thwack, the ruler cam down harder on her ass again. “It’s Miss Tribadoux”

“Yes Miss Tribadoux.” she stammered.

“Good, we’ll have daily sessions to make sure you stay on task, understand?”

“Yes Ver.. I mean Miss Tribadoux.” She corrected herself.

“Your learning. that is good.” I told her, I ran the ruler softly up and down her thighs. “You are kind of cute, in a plain sort of way.” I went on. “Stand, and come to this side of the desk.” and she did.

I pulled the chair away from the desk, and she stood centered.

“I have work to do. But I also have a lot of stress. I need to relieve my stress, but I can’t stop working. do you understand?” I asked.

“Not really.” she said.

“Not really what?” I scolded again.

“Not really Miss Tribadoux” she said.

“Ill show you. Get on your hands and knees.” She hesitated. “DO IT NOW.” I said with some force.

She did as instructed.

“Now scoot back under the desk.” She did until her ass met wood. “Good.”

I pulled the chair up and sat down, pulling my skirt up as I did, exposing the nude colored pantyhose to the waist. I brought the chair as close as I could, opened the center drawer, Penny ducked her head as I did. I pulled out a pair of scissors and carefully trimmed the cotton panel out of the hose. Panic was the predominate expression on Penny’s face as she stared through the new hole. Scissors away, I put first my right foot then my left on the desk, catching my heels on the edge.

“OK Penny, your going to make me cum to help with my stress, do you understand?” She stayed frozen. I reached under her chin, tilting her face up to me, “Do you understand? You are going to lick my pussy until I cum, now get to it.” and with that I reached behind her head, and jammed her face in to my pussy. It was a mass of curly red hair, and I moved her head around until her lips were on mine.

“”EAT.” I commanded.

She did. Slowly at first, her tongue running up through the hair, then a little firmer, eventually her tongue touched my labia and it made me shiver. I pulled her face hard in to me.

“I have work to do, I can’t be helping you eat my pussy, so get to work.” I scolded her again.

She started working more in earnest, and soon she was doing a good job. I was getting close when a knock came at the door.

“Yes?” I said as I brought my legs down and scooted in to the desk, the large desk provided enough space fit Penny, and my legs. “Come in.”

Mrs. Greene, third grade teacher, and local tell all came in. she rambled on for a few minutes, and after a couple I reached under the table and put penny back to work on me. Using her hand this time. what seemed like hours later…

“Alright, I will take care of that for you, yes, yes, goodbye Mrs. Greene,” and she left.

I scooted my hips off the chair and pulled Penny’s face back in to me, this time she went right to work. I held her against me as I pulled back, and put my feet back up on the edge of the desk. I started working my hips up and down on her face.

“Thats a good sub bitch. That’s what you are, you are MY sub bitch now.” I told her, and she seemed to like it, and started working harder. “Eat my pussy little bitch, eat you masters pussy good.” this really got her going. I squeeled as I pulled her hard in to my cunt, I did everything I could to not be loud, but I came hard, and I don’t know how quiet I was.

When I was done, I pushed her away. “You are all wet, your makeup is a mess, get cleaned up. She climbed out and stood, smoothed her dress and started to leave.

“Wait, come here bitch.” and she returned. “Lift your dress.” she did past her knees. “Higher, all the way.” She pulled it up until I couldn’t see he face. Tan panty hose, white granny panties, and a bush that was escaping even from them was before me.

“OK, drop it.” I told her. “In the future, stockings or thigh highs, no more pantyhose. No underware unless I give you permission, dresses and skirts just above the knee, not below, heels, minimum 4 inches, get some bras that push those girls up. Do you understand? You have all weekend to go shopping, text me for approval of anytihng you buy. And get that nasty bush waxed, you don’t get to keep any hair, none, do you understand?”

She nodded, a look of contentment and fullfillment was hard to hide.

“Go, I have work to do.” and I waved her away and pretended to work at my desk as she left.

I stayed with Veronica throughout the day, and went home with her, she was at least interesting and I thought I could spend a few days with her, I at least had to stay to see how Penny followed orders.

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An abused wife takes charge of her family with her new mind-control powers!

Incestuous Mind Control Explodes

A Story of the Institute of Apotheosis Research

Chapter Two: Mother Takes Charge

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

Deidre Icke, the president of the Institute of Apotheosis, shook her head as she stared at the camera feed of her two eighteen-year-old children each lying unconscious in separate storage rooms, locked inside and kept away from the others in the Institute.

It was all falling apart.

Guilt pressed down on her. Dr. Blavatsky entrusted his dream to her, leaving the Institute in her hands. She was charged with guiding the cult to finishing the creation of the Halos, locating the twelve new Gods, and setting in motion the enlightenment of mankind. It was all going so well, and then Ulrich Geller betrayed them.

And now so had her children.

Alex used the Gemini Halo, the special one designed to awaken a pair of twins, one soul separated into two bodies, a different perspective to finish off enlightenment. He was seduced by greed. She thought she could trust her son. Alexis, his twin sister, tried to stop him, inadvertently triggering the Halo. It was just a machine, a colony of nanites that would activate for anyone.

Deidre’s ex-husband and Master walked in. The sight of Robert stiffened her spine. Once she thought she’d ruined their relationship with her affair. They had grown apart and she found comfort in another man, but the new Gods had shown her something more. That she deserved to be punished by her ex and then that she should be his sex slave.

She found such joy in submission.

“They’re nearly done with the destruction,” he reported. “The hard drives are all shredded and in the acid baths, and the physical documents are being shredded and dumped into the incinerator.”

Deidre nodded her head. She glanced at the screen. Alexis stirred. She was sitting up, her dark hair spilling off her shoulders. She looked confused. Deidre swallowed. Her daughter was a Goddess now, but the wrong one. Alexis looked around the bare storage room and shouted, fear on her face.

Despite the guilt at failure, relief rippled through her. A tension melted out of Deidre to see her daughter awake. Her Master’s hands clamped his hands on her shoulders, strong, gripping her. She leaned back into him.

Alex came awake next, his head casting around. They had to keep them locked up. They couldn’t allow their powers to stop the Institute from completing their mission. The Judas Protocols had to be completed. None of the Gods could have the technology of the Halos. Only twelve were ever supposed to be produced.

And only Dr. Blavatsky and his wife understood the technology enough to recreate them from scratch. And they were gone, passed beyond into the next phase of existence, waiting for the rest of mankind to join them in enlightenment.

Will it even happen now? Deidre wondered. Is ten correct Gods enough?

Emotions whipsawed through her as she pressed a button on her keyboard, activating the microphone. Anger at her son slammed into a yawning terror swelling in her of his power. Then there was the awe. He was different now. Both her children were. The Halo and its nanites had elevated them.

“What have you done, Alex?” she asked her son, her voice quavering. A tremble raced through her body. “Why did you activate it?”

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Sirvard Vahan – Cancer

I trembled as I held the gold circlet, the box open before me. The text message I just received burned in my mind. It promised an escape from my husband’s abuse. Everyday I forced myself to believe he was right. I told myself over and over again. Sometimes I believed he had the right to discipline me, to lord over me.

Was donning this an act of defiance? I glanced out at the street, the box lying on our porch. Inside, my daughter, Anahit, was taking dinner out to the table to feed my angry husband and our son, growing into the same sort of tyrant as him. At twenty, Edvard had grown into the same sort of man as his father, following in the same dominating footsteps.

I pitied the Armenian girl he married.

I pulled off my hijab, exposing my black hair to the world. No one should see me. My cheeks burned for uncovering myself. I felt so naked. Anyone could see my hair. I placed the halo on my head and…

A tingle raced through me. My brain prickled like it had fallen asleep. I shook my head, my heart pounding. I leaned against the doorway, swaying as a wave of darkness washed across my eyes. I blinked, staring out at the street and—

A car drove by.

Gasping, I hastily covered the light-blue hijab over my head, hiding my hair before anyone saw me. I trembled, the tingling swept through my body. I closed the door. I leaned against it, my chest rising and falling as I looked around inside my house.

Why did I do that? It couldn’t really change my life the way the text said. What would my husband say if he ever saw it around my head? I closed my eyes, hearing my husband and son moving to the dining room.

“Where’s your mother?” growled my husband.

My daughter’s answer was too low for me to hear. She never spoke loud, her head always bowed. She knew her place. How she had to act. Especially around her father. The way he looked at her, his eyes considering. How long before he lost control of his lusts? It wouldn’t be the first time he had cheated on me. I wouldn’t have the strength to stop him from molesting our daughter.

I headed for the dining room, smoothing my skirt as I walked. I took a deep breath, putting on my submissive smile. I had to be a good wife. I had to follow my faith. My husband was the lord of the household. I didn’t have any power.

My slender daughter ladled the fish stew into her father’s bowl. She was dressed modestly, her face wrapped up in her flowery hijab. She had porcelain features, her cheeks pale white, her dark eyes demure and downcast.

My husband, stroking his thick beard, stared at her with such hunger, his eyes flicking down her body. Her dress showed the swell of her modest bosom. A strange itch rippled through me at the way he stared at her. She was a blossoming girl, just so beautiful, and her father wanted to pluck her and ruin her.

An anger swelled through me. A dangerous thing. I had to stay in control. If I showed any defiance, I would deserve the beating he gave me.

Anahit plunged the ladle into the stew and pulled it out brimming with the hearty fare. My husband’s finger caressed her hand to her wrist, meeting the hem of her dress. My daughter gasped at the touch, flinching.

Hot stew spilled across his chest and lap. He cursed, bolting to his feet. Rage crossing his face. My daughter whimpered, cowering before his fury. His hand raised up to strike the poor girl. Of course she flinched. He shouldn’t have touched her like that. Not even our conservative imam would accept incest.

“Don’t hit her!” I gasped out of reflex, unable to stop the anger in me.

My thoughts prickled and burned. I gasped as a dizzy wave washed over me. My husband’s hand, halfway to striking our daughter, halted. He blinked his eyes. He shook his head, then his gaze snapped over to me.

I blinked away the fuzzing darkness and… My husband… listened to me. He didn’t hit her. But… but… no amount of pleading would stop him. In fact, if you cried and begged him to stop, he would feed on it. It would inspire him to keep disciplining me, to make sure that he had beat any defiance out of me.

His murderous gaze fell on me. I trembled, my heart thundering in my chest as he clenched his fist. He marched around the table. Our son, tall and handsome, his cheeks smooth. He had a rich tan from working outside like his father. He watched, nodding his head in approval as Garegin undid his belt.

“You think I do not have the right to discipline my daughter?” he demanded, his eyes burning.

I should fall to my knees, beg for his forgiveness. I should be a dutiful wife and mitigate the pain that was coming, but… I told him not to hit her and he stopped. My daughter stared at me, a mix of fear and gratitude shining on her face. I had protected her. I had…

Taken control of a person in my life. Just like the text message said.

“Don’t hit me!” I gasped as Garegin raised his leather belt to whip me.

My husband’s arm lowered as the pain prickled across my thoughts again. I shook my head, blinking through the pain as such a bewildered look crossed Garegin face. He raised his hand again, his face contorting, his beard bristling as he struggled to whip me.

“Father?” Edvard asked. He stood, his brow furrowed. “What’s wrong?”

“I…” Garegin shook his head. He dropped his belt. “Whipping her with a belt is too good. I should use my hands.”

I watched in awe as he balled up his fists. I stood there unafraid. I told him not to hit me and he… couldn’t. He squared himself up before me, cocking back his arm. I stared at his knuckles, facing him without fear. His body trembled. He was frozen there. His temple grew flushed. His cheeks, what was visible thanks to his beard, quivered. His lips tightened and his eyes grew furious.

“What have you done to me, women!” he growled, his voice going thick. He spoke in our native Armenian, English never allowed in this house. “Have you put a spell on me? Are you a witch?”

I swelled. I had power. My daughter clasped her hands before her, her eyes so wide. They were filled with… hope. A smile crossed her lips. My son stood, his chair squeaking back. He drew in a few deep breaths, his handsome face flicking for a moment through fear. Then he swallowed it. Shaking, he marched around the table.

“What have you done to him, Mother?” he said, trying to be a blustering man like his father. He clenched his own fist. “You have to… you have to release your spell.”

“No,” I said. Was this a dream? How was any of this possible? How could I keep my husband from hitting me? “I do not have to do anything you want.”

These defiant words spilled out of me. Every moment it became easier and easier to speak them.

“Yes, you do!” Edvard said, his voice sounding almost petulant. He stopped before me, trembling. “You have to. You’re a woman! His wife!”

“Yes, release me!” snarled Garegin said, his eyes wild. “You will listen to me, woman!”

“No!” I said.

My son grabbed my arm, squeezing hard. His fingers were iron. He had his father’s strength. His face grew hard. I could see his need to dominate me. To keep me in line. He had to act. He had to put me in his place.

“Yes!” Edvard snarled, his right hand raising up to discipline me.

“Do not hit me, either!” I ordered. “And let go of my arm!”

As the pain fuzzed across my mind, a small price to pay, my son released my arm. His face went pale, the anger melting into fear. He stared at his left hand, fingers flexing and clenching. His right fist, still raised, trembled.

“No, no, no,” he said.

My daughter’s pink lips swelled in a smile. Her features so lovely. I could see why her father would lust for her. She had my beauty at that age. The beauty that had attracted Garegin to me. Then I thought I was lucky to have the handsome man courting me, wanting me for his wife. My parents approved of the marriage. He had talk of coming to America, of escaping Syria and building a life. I supported him.

When riches didn’t come… It was my fault.

Now… I had the power. My son and my husband stared at me with that fear I used to feel. My body straightened. A smile crossed my lips. I didn’t have to beat myself down. I didn’t have to kowtow to my husband’s lusts, suppressing my own desires.

My eyes flicked to my son, his cheeks smooth, showing off the line of his chin. Then my gaze returned to my husband. He stood there trembling, his hand tugging at his beard. Anger flared in me. “Go shave off your beard right now!”

Pain stabbed into my brain. I swayed as my vision went dark. I blinked my eyes against it, my head shaking. As my vision cleared, my husband had already fled from the dining room, his footsteps thudding through the house.

“How are you doing this, Mom?” Anahit asked. She moved around the table towards me, her eyes so wide.

I cupped her cheeks when I reached her, stroking her. “You don’t ever have to be afraid of your father or brother again. I’m protecting you now. I love you.”

“Mom!” she said, her eyes shining. She was such a beauty. I could see why my husband lusted after her.

A strange, jealous itch shot through me. I was the woman my husband once lusted for. When we first married, the first time I stripped naked for him, he had stared at me with such boyish lust. I felt so loved at that moment. Despite my fear of having sex, the way he stared at me made me feel like a woman, made me ready for him. I found pleasure in it then.

It had been so long since I’d experienced pleasure with him. I was just a hole for my husband to rut in, when he wasn’t fucking someone else. When he wasn’t coming closer and closer to violating our daughter. He wanted her so badly.

How long would it have been before he lost control?

A razor buzzed from the bathroom.

“Mother,” my son said, his voice quivering. “What… This…”

“Quiet!” I snapped at him. “You are no better than your father. He raised you to think it was okay to beat women, but it’s not!” Pain rippled through my mind. “You should worship women. Love them. Do what they want. Do you understand?” I waited, but he didn’t answer. “You can speak!”

“I…” His eyes widened as he stared at me. “I… I’m so sorry, Mother. I… I should love you. Worship you.”

Something in his eyes, that hot glint I once saw in my husband, burned in his. I shuddered, feeling like a woman for the first time. Not a wife. Not a mother. But a woman. A heat burst between my thighs as this handsome, young man flicked his eyes up and down me. A smile crossed his lips.

“Now you just sit down,” I told him, giving him a smile, some of my anger dying. Strange, perverse thoughts rippled through me. All those desires I had tamped down to force myself into the mold of a perfect, Muslim wife now brimmed through me.

I didn’t have to fit in that mold. I didn’t have to force myself to be something I wasn’t. I could just be myself. I could let myself blossom. I shivered, beneath the lust my son stirred an anger simmered at my husband. He forced me into this.

He needed to pay for that. For all he had done. I glanced at my daughter, her beautiful features that my husband lusted for, the hijab hiding her silky hair. I grabbed the scarf, pulling it away. It whisked as I drew it down.

“Mother?” she asked, trembling as I drew it off.

“You don’t need to hide your beauty,” I told her. “You don’t have to conceal it, Anahit. We’re in America, not back in Syria.” My thoughts prickled. It wasn’t as intense, like it wasn’t taking much for me to impose my will on her. “Trust your mother. Do whatever I tell you.”

“I do trust you, Mom,” she said as her black hair spilled about her pale face. She smiled. “It’s really… going to be different?”

“Of course,” I said. “Your brother and father have to listen to us now. We’re in charge.”

Her smile grew.

I leaned in and brushed my nose against hers, nuzzling it like I had when she was a child. That heat in me sent such wicked thoughts through me. I didn’t have to suppress them. If I had a lust, I could express them.

No one could harm me now. The Halo had sent me free. I didn’t understand why it was sent to me, but it had liberated me.

The bathroom door opened. My husband appeared, his face fresh-shaved, revealing the doughy jowls. He wasn’t the fit, young man like our son was any longer. He couldn’t look at me as he stood there, his manly beard gone.

“Look at our daughter,” I said. “She’s a beautiful, young woman. You never should hurt her. Threaten her. Yell at her. She’s a woman. A man should love her, worship her.” I sneered. “You already lust after her, don’t you?”

He nodded his head.

“Say it!” I snapped, my mind burning with pain. I didn’t care. This didn’t hurt as much as being whipped by a belt until I bled.

“I… lusted for our daughter,” he said, his voice strained.

“You wanted to enjoy her youthful body, didn’t you?” I hissed as my hand slid up our daughter’s back, tracing the seam hiding her dress’s zipper until I found the top.

“I do,” he said. “I… I want to sleep with her.”

“Father!” gasped my daughter.

“I know, disgusting,” I told her. “To think he believed he could touch you. You get to decide when a man touches your body.”

I drew down the zipper of her dress.

“Mother?” she asked, glancing at me.

“Trust me,” I told her. “Mother always knows what’s best for you, right?”

“Right,” she said, shivering, her cheeks going crimson as she felt her brother’s and father’s eyes on her body.

I slipped the dress off her shoulders, exposing her breasts contained in her plain, white bra. They were budding mounds, little A cups. They were so cute. She looked so yummy. Her virginal panties came into view next. Her father stared at her with such worship in his eyes. Such lust.

“You wanted to touch this body, didn’t you?” I asked as my hands slid up her stomach to her bra.

“I did, Sirvard,” he said, groaning my name. “To my shame, I did.”

“Don’t ever lie to me. You didn’t feel shame.”

He shook his head. “No, no. She’s my daughter. I thought I could enjoy her. She’s you, but young again.”

My face narrowed. “Our son thinks I am gorgeous, don’t you, Edvard?”

“Yeah, Mom,” my son groaned. “You’re gorgeous. You and Anahit both.”

My daughter shifted as I squeezed her breasts through her dress. “Mom…”

“You like it when your mother touches you,” I said, that heat in my pussy burning. This was so wrong. This was what my husband wanted to do, and I got enjoy it. I had never thought of a woman like this, but… it was so perverse.

I was free to enjoy this. To enjoy anything.

“You are never going to touch her body, Garegin,” I said, my hands sliding along the band of the bra, following around her torso and meeting at the clasp. With a twist, I undid it. “Take off your bra, Anahit, and show your father the tits he’s lusted for but doesn’t get to touch.”

“Yes, Mom,” she said, her voice so sweet.

“And do not be ashamed. Be proud of your body. You are beautiful.” My thoughts burned.

Her back straightened as she slipped off her bra, the straps sliding off her shoulders and down her slender arms. My hands found her exposed breasts, squeezing those mounds, kneading them. My fingers brushed her hard nipples.

She whimpered as I twisted them. Her body shook in my embrace. My own nubs were hard in my bra. My pussy grew hotter and hotter. Wetter. My panties were growing soaked. I had never been this excited. I reveled in my new powers.

My husband stared at our eighteen-year-old daughter’s budding, nubile body. He licked his lips. He looked so pathetic now, lusting after what he couldn’t touch. He’d never get to enjoy her beauty. He’d never get to touch her the way I could.

“Mom!” my daughter moaned as I pinched her hard nipples.

“Mmm, this is what your disgusting father wanted to do to you,” I said. “You like it. Aren’t you glad I’m touching you instead of him?.”

“I am,” she moaned. “Oh, that feels so good, Mother.”

My heart thundered in my chest. I nipped her ear for a moment, my hijab rustling as it brushed her. I groaned. This was all so incredible. I was showing off her body to my husband. I was playing with her nubile flesh, molesting her and giving her such delight.

And punishing the bastard all at the same time.

“Mmm, but I know what you really wanted,” I said. “Say it.”

“Her… her pussy,” my husband said, his eyes flicking down to her panties. “I wanted to… lie with her.”

“Fuck her!” I hissed.

He nodded his head.

My lip curled in disgust. “You’re just pathetic. She’s your daughter!”

“I am pathetic,” he groaned.

My lusts swelled. I knelt behind my daughter, my fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties. I had to show him what he could never touch. I ripped them down, my head pressed against her right side, staring at him past her. His eyes were locked on her innocence.

My daughter gasped as her panties rolled own her thighs and then fell past her knees. I let go of them and rose. She stepped out of them, and I caught the first glimpse of her shaved pussy. Though Armenian girls weren’t as hirsute as Arabic girls, the other women in our Mosque shaved themselves to keep good grooming, so we did as well.

My husband liked it.

My daughter had a tight slit. I hadn’t seen it since she was a girl. It was developed and puffy. Juices adorned it. She was aroused. Good. She shouldn’t hide her lusts. We were in America. Women were free here.

I wish I didn’t need this power to have this strength, but I did.

I guided my naked daughter to the table. She sat her rump on it. I opened her thighs, exposing her pussy, her tight slit parting. Her pink hymen glistened with her excitement, her folds aching to be touched, her little clitoris peeking out.

I stroked up and down her slit. “This is what you wanted to fuck!”

“Yes!” my husband groaned.

My daughter whimpered, her juices coating my digits.

“This is what you wanted to violate!” I snarled, my lusts boiling through me. My daughter felt so hot. So aroused. Her scent, a sweet musk, filled the air. Her moans sang. “This is what you wanted to sully with your disgusting cock!”

“Yes!” he groaned.

I fell to my knees before her, parting her pussy lips even wider open, staring at her cherry. “You want to ram your cock into our daughter’s cunt and fuck her like a whore!”

“I did!” he groaned. “I do!”

“Eww!” my daughter said, staring down at me, her dark eyes glistening. “That’s so nasty, Mom!”

“Mmm, it is. You deserve to be loved!” I told her.

I buried my face into her pussy without even thinking about it. This depraved lust consumed me for my daughter’s incestuous, virginal flesh. Strange desires boiled through me. My hijab rubbed at her inner thigh as my tongue fluttered through her folds. I teased her.

I drove her wild.

She gasped, her eyes going wide. Her body shuddered, breasts jiggling. Her hair swept back and forth as she ground against my mouth. She enjoyed it. She wanted me to lick her. I could see it in her eyes, heard it in the way she moaned.

“Mom! Mom!” she gasped. “Oh, Mom!”

“You’ll never get to touch this pussy!” I moaned between fluttering licks. I was possessed. “You’re never going to stick your dick in her. She’s innocent. Always innocent. You will never touch a woman again!”

My thoughts burned hard as I devoured our daughter. My husband groaned behind me as he watched our daughter’s firm tits jiggle as she shuddered. Her black hair danced about her naked shoulders. Her face twisted with the rapture flowing through her.

I devoured her with so much hunger. I feasted on her with every ounce of passion I possessed. I wanted her quivering. I wanted her shuddering. I wanted her gasping out in rapturous delight. Her whimpers were such a sweet melody to me. The way her face contorted. The way her nose twitched. Her eyes stared down at me with such hunger.

My tongue swept up and down her pussy. I caressed her hot folds, gathering her sweet cream. She tasted so good. So fresh and innocent. I brushed her hymen, feeling the little holes in the membrane guarding her purity. I flicked up to her clit, batting that little bud.

“Mom!” she gasped. “Oh, Mom, that feels so good. I didn’t know my body could feel so good!”

“Just enjoy this as I love you!” I groaned. “You deserve this. You’re a woman. Never feel ashamed for your body’s pleasures!”

A slight tingle rippled across my thoughts.

“I won’t, Mom!” Her thighs squeezed about my legs. “Oh, I’m feeling so strange inside of me. There’s this flutter building.” Her face squirmed. “What’s happening?”

“You’re going to cum,” I told her and then lapped my tongue through her pussy again.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she gasped, her head tossing from side to side. The silky strands danced about her face and swept about her shoulders. “This is amazing. Oh, wow. No wonder people sin!”

“It’s never a sin!” I snarled at her then sucked on her clit.

Her body bucked. Her head threw back. Those firm titties quivered above me. I reached up and squeezed them as I nursed on her clit. Her sweet juices filled my mouth. Her thighs gripped my head as she whimpered.

I pinched her nipples.

Her body bucked. She let out a wordless gasp of pleasure. Hot juices gushed out of her snatch. They flooded around my face. My own cunt clenched as this heat boiled through me. I just made my daughter cum. I just made her explode in rapture.

I gave her such pleasure. My husband never did this for me. Not even when we lusted for my young body. He only cared about himself. If I came, it was just a byproduct of the hard plunge of his dick working towards his climax inside of me.

No longer would I deny myself.

“Mom!” she gasped. “Oh, Mom. This is… I don’t… Oh, wow!”

“Enjoy it!” I groaned then licked at her hot folds, brushing her hymen. I lapped up all her juices, my body burning.

“I am, Mom!” she leaned back on the table. A dish rattled. A cup fell over, ice cubes rattling. Brown tea dripped off the edge beside me, making a mess.

My husband would clean it. He would do all those womanly tasks now.

“Mom,” my daughter panted, her pleasure sweeping past her. “Oh, Mom, I love you so much. That was amazing.”

“I love you, too, Anahit,” I said, my body on fire. I rose as her thighs went slack. Her eyes were closed, a huge smile crossing her flushed cheeks. “Mmm, she’s such an angel.”

“Yeah,” panted my son, still sitting, watching us, his chest rising and falling in his tight t-shirt, showing off his youthful muscles. A bulge dick tented his pants.

“Did you see what I did?” I asked.

“You ate her cunt, Mom,” he groaned.

“Have you ever gone down on those American whores you date?” I asked him.

He shook his head.

“But you made them give you blowjobs, didn’t you?” I asked.

He nodded his head, his cheeks going pink with a boyish flush.

“Strip me and love my body that way!” I told her. “You will always please a woman before you fuck her unless she tells you otherwise. You have to worship her, even if she’s your mother.”

“Yes!” he groaned.

“Because your mother is beautiful.”

“You are, Mom,” my daughter moaned as my son panted, “So beautiful!”

I smiled as he rose and came to me, this virile, young stud so eager to love me. I glanced at my husband. “Watch! Don’t look away. You wanted to replace me with our daughter, well, I am replacing you with your son!”

My husband swallowed as Edvard ripped off my hijab and threw it down. He had a young man’s eager ardor, ripping at the buttons at the front of my dress. One popped off as he exposed more and more of me. Anahit watched, idly rubbing at her virgin flesh, her eyes smoldering.

I winked at her. “This is how you handle a man. Make him worship you.”

She nodded her head.

My son groaned as he exposed my tits contained in a beige bra. They were larger than my daughter’s, two cup sizes bigger. A woman’s breasts. He groaned as he reached behind me. He unsnapped my bra with skill and slid it off my shoulders, exposing my lush mounds.

“Mom!” he groaned, cupping them.

I shuddered as he latched on and sucked. My husband used to do this before sticking his dick in me, loving my nipples, getting me ready for him. My pussy grew hotter and hotter as my son sucked with hunger. He swallowed as much of my nipples and pink areola as he could.

Pleasure raced through me. I swayed, my dress bunched around my waist. It slipped off of me, leaving me in only my panties. I shuddered, my pussy boiling in them, my juices soaking through them as he sucked and nibbled on me.

“Yes, yes, worship me,” I groaned. “Ooh, you’re such a strong and loving son now.”

He moaned about my nub.

“This is what you should have taught your son,” I snarled at my husband as he watched his son love me. As he witnessed his cuckolding. “How to worship a woman. To love and cherish her.”

My husband whimpered, so broken. Such a wimp.

Edvard nipped my nipple. A rush of incestuous heat shot through me. I shuddered, my eyes rolling back in my head. My snatch clenched as the heat burned through me. He was driving me wild. I wanted him to feast on me.

“Lower!” I hissed. “I want to cum!”

“Yes, Mom!” he moaned. “I’ll eat your pussy. I’ll worship you!”

“Good,” I moaned as she kissed down my breast.

I shuddered in delight as he nuzzled at my underboob, his tongue licking where my tit met my chest. Then he was kissing down my ribs to my flat stomach. I felt toner than before, fitter. I shuddered, my body tingling as he smooched lower and lower, descending to the pussy that birthed him.

He knelt before me, kissing at my lower belly, my groin. He reached the waistband of my beige panties. I shuddered as he pulled them down. His breath washed across my shaved pudenda as he exposed more and more of me.

“Mom!” he panted, seeing my pussy for the first time. “Oh, Mom, you are beautiful.”

I smiled as he kissed at my pubic mound right above the start of my pussy. His tongue licked out, gathering the juices coating me as he brought my panties to my knees. Then I was stepping out of them, moving back, sitting on the table.

I stretched out beside my daughter. She stared at me, such fire in her eyes as my son spread my thighs. Then he nuzzled straight into my pussy. I gasped at the feel of his whiskered cheeks rubbing into my pussy. My eyes widened at the sensation of having a man eating my snatch for the first time.

My son.

“Yes, yes, yes, Edvard!” I moaned, trembling. “Make me cum! Worship me!”

“Yes, Mom!” he groaned.

His tongue swiped with bold strokes through my pussy while his hands shoved under my rump, gripping me. He pulled me tight against his lips. His tongue thrust into my depths, his nose nudging my clit. Sparks burst from it. I whimpered, my cunt squeezing down on his probing tongue.

Incestuous pleasure shot through my body. My breast jiggled as I squirmed. I whimpered, my body shaking from side to side. It was incredible to experience. His hands kneaded my butt-cheeks as he feasted on me. His tongue fluttered through my folds, teasing me, driving me wild.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned.

“Are you going to cum on Edvard’s mouth, Mom?” my daughter asked me, rolling onto her side, her firm tits jiggling.

“I am!” I told her. I licked my lips, still stained with her sweet juices. “He’s doing to me what I did to you.”

She beamed at me. “Then you are going to love it!”

“You are such a sweet daughter,” I moaned.

She leaned and kissed me. I melted into her lips, loving the feel of them working on me, the softness, the sweetness. She had a hunger in her. A passion that I awakened. My thighs clamped about my son’s head, holding him against my snatch as I shivered through the pleasure he gave me. It was such a delicious delight.

My eyes rolled back in my head as I groaned into my daughter’s mouth. Her tongue dueled with mine for a moment. Then she broke the kiss, her dark eyes fluttering. She swiped her tongue across her pink lips while my son fluttered his through my pussy folds.

“Is that sweetness me, Mom?” she asked.

“Your delicious pussy,” I told her.”

She shivered, her eyes flicking down my body. She stared at my breasts. Then, groaning, she darted her head down and sucked onto my nipple. My daughter’s lips were softer than my son’s. I shuddered on the table, the heat coursing through my body. I whimpered and groaned, my eyes squeezing shut as the heat surged through me. It was incredible. It made me shudder. My toes flexed and curled as my son and daughter loved me.

I stroked her, loving the tingles that she added to her brother’s rapture. His tongue stirred through my pussy, driving me closer and closer to exploding. I humped against him, using him as my daughter loved my nub.

“Oh, my sweet Anahit!” I groaned. “Yes, yes, you get to enjoy all the passion you want. Any desire! Act on it!”

She moaned about my nipple as she sucked so hard.

The dual pleasures my children gave me surged through me. My son’s tongue brushed my clit. Incestuous sparks burst, showering through the depths of my cunt. An orgasm brewed in me, a mighty climax that would sweep me away.

My children’s hungry mouths and dancing tongues set me off.

My pussy exploded in rapture. Juices gushed out of me as my flesh convulsed. My son growled as he drank it down. Waves washed through my body, drowning me. I spasmed on the table, grinding my cunt against my son’s mouth.

“Yes, yes, yes, Garegin!” I howled, my mind melting from the euphoria. “This is how you please a woman! Our son is doing what you never could! He’s a better man than you!”

“You taste so good, Mom!” my son groaned. “I love worshiping your cunt.”

“I want you to worship it with your dick now!” I panted. “Fuck me hard! I need it! I need what your father hasn’t been able to give me for years!”

“Yes, Mom!”

My daughter kept sucking on my nipple as my son rose, his face dripping with passion. It ran down his sun-tanned, chiseled chin. I loved the sight of his boyish eagerness. The twenty-year-old stud fumbled at his jeans. He ripped them down, pulling out his dick.

Thick and hard.

He lined up with my pussy, so eager to be back in his mother. He rammed into me in a single thrust. My still convulsing flesh welcomed him in. I groaned, my body shuddering as he sank into me to the hilt. He stretched me open. My eyes widened as he filled me.

“You’re bigger than your father!” I howled as he fucked me.

“You’re so tight, Mom!” he groaned. “Dad must be small.”

“Yes, yes, I birthed such a strong son to love and worship me!” I groaned, my daughter sucking with such hunger on my nipple. “Take off your shirt, Edvard! Let me see that hunky, young body!”

My pussy clenched about his dick as he ripped off his shirt. His tanned chest rippled as he plowed me. He buried into me again and again, his balls thwacking against my taint. They were heavy with his jizz, full of all that incestuous cum.

I shivered, eager to feel him spurting in me. My pussy clenched about his dick. I gripped his girth as he plowed into me over and over. He stirred up my cunt as he fucked me. He plowed into me with such intensity. It burned across his face.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I howled. “You’re going to make me cum again! Then you can explode in me, Edvard!”

“Yes, Mom!” he panted, hammering my pussy with that cock.

“Oh, Garegin!” I howled, my orgasm building so fast in me. “This is a dick! Not your pathetic, little cock! Your son is so much better than you!”

It was wonderful to be pounded by a hard cock. To be fucked with such youthful intensity. My pussy drank in the friction, transforming it into ecstasy. It swelled and swelled, fed by my daughter’s nursing.

But it was my son’s cock that gave me the most bliss. Every thrust sent a ripple of rapture through me. I shuddered, squeezing down on him, my body undulating, stirring around his girth. I gasped, coming closer and closer to exploding on his dick.

He slammed into me hard, his pubic bone smacking my clit. Sparks burst every time. His face twisted in pleasure. His chest rippled with his youthful passion. I drank in how sexy he was as he fucked me with all his boyish enthusiasm.

He rammed into me. His crotch spanked my clit. Sparks flared.

Caught.

My orgasm burst into an inferno of raging ecstasy. My pussy spasmed about my son’s cock, massaging him, eager for his cum to spurt into me. As the heat rippled through me, filling me with rapture, he groaned.

“Mom!” he gasped.

“Cum in me!” I howled.

His jizz spurted into my depths. My son’s cum filled my pussy. My cunt welcomed the incestuous flood. I shuddered, holding Anahit to my breast, both my children loving me while my pathetic, cuckolded husband watched.

I had such power. As the ecstasy drowned my mind, I knew everything would change. I would make things different. Women didn’t have to serve their husbands. Men deserved to serve them. To love them. Worship them.

Fuck them with unabashed passion until they exploded.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I cried out as my orgasm peaked, my pussy wringing out every drop of my son’s cum into my depths.

Then I glanced at Anahit. “Now it’s your turn to make your brother please your pussy. Be strong. Command him.”

Her mouth popped off my nipple. “I will, Mom!”

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Willis Chevrolet – Capricorn

“I’m going out,” my wife said, her perfume wreathing her.

I knew she was off to see her lover. If I had a spine, a backbone, I would say something. But she would ruin me in the divorce. She would break my balls. I knew it. Dianne was a spiteful woman. She reveled in her affair, in the younger man she found to please her.

“Have a good time at your pilates,” I said, feeling so pathetic.

She sneered at me and marched out the door. My cheeks burned. Twenty years ago, when I married her straight out of high school, I thought she was the love of my life. That things would never change between us, but I was a weak man.

And she realized that.

My son stalked past me, his back straight. He knew his mother was cheating on me, too. More shame shot through me as he didn’t say a word. Didn’t need to. His disappointment rippled from him. His footsteps thudded. My cheek burned worse. I turned around and saw my daughter smirking at me. At twenty, she was dressing like her mother, tight jeans, a low-cut top to show off her perky tits.

It was almost a match for the plunging top my wife wore. Dianne had gotten in such shape the last few months for her lover, her body as tight as it was when I married her. I should do something, but… She had already promised what she would do, the lies she would claim, if I tried to leave her.

She was Catholic. They didn’t divorce. They just cuckolded their weak husbands and then pretended to be guilty when they went to confession.

The front door opened and my wife stalked back inside. Her dyed-blonde hair (something else she recently did) swaying about her gorgeous face. Her big tits, a present I gave her last year and which she used to catch her young lover’s attention, almost bounced out of her low-cut top. “I need money to pay for my class.”

“Right,” I said, the shame burning through me. I grabbed my wallet and pulled out a $50, handing it over.

My wife snagged another fifty out of it and whirled without a word.

I stood there, wallet in hand, wanting to melt in humiliation.

My daughter sauntered by. She snagged the last fifty in there, holding the bill between her fingers. “I need to buy some stuff.”

She sauntered off after her mother. Another whore.

My hand shaking, I folded my wallet and put it in my back pocket. I leaned against the counter, my thoughts dark. Heavy. My phone chirped, a text message. My hand moved automatically. What did it matter? Why should I even care?

No one in my family cared about me.

I read the text message,

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I know you are as excited as we by this amazing possibility. Out of all the billions of people in this world, we think you are one of the TWELVE lucky candidates to utilize this ground-breaking technology.

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President of The Institute of Apotheosis Research

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Alex Icke – Gemini

I blinked, my mother’s words echoing through the locked store room. “What?”

“Why did you do it?” she asked, her voice sounding tinny through the speaker.

Through the haze I realized what I’d done. What I was. I stared up at the camera in the corner, rising to my full stature. “Why not? Dr. Blavatsky was wrong about Ulrich. You know it. What else was he wrong about?”

“So, you think you could decide who got the Halo?” my mom asked, her words incredulous. “That you were worthy of the power?”

I smiled. “You’ll understand when I see you in person. Now let me out of here.”

“Not until the Protocols are finished and the facility is evacuated,” she said. “Then you’ll be free to…”

“To be a God?” I arched an eyebrow. “To reshape the world, Mom?” I flexed my fingers. I knew what the nanites had done to me. I wasn’t sure why I passed out, maybe it was a side-effect of the Gemini halo.

I’m scared, Alex, Alexis’s word whispered in my mind. I’m all alone. Where are you?

“You locked up Alexis, too?” I demanded.

“I had no choice,” Mom said. “The Protocol isn’t done yet!”

Anger flared through me. I threw myself at the door, putting all my weight into it. The metal door groaned. My shoulder throbbed, but it didn’t hurt as much as it should, the bruise already fading as the nanites healed me.

I wasn’t human any longer. This door wouldn’t hold me.

I threw myself against it again and again while my mother begged me to stop.

To be continued…

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Henrietta and Merita have to act fast as the school is overwhelmed by the spreading nanite-infected students and teachers.

Boarding School Encounter
Chapter Nine: Henrietta Molested by the Nanites
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

My heart beat in fear as Peony, one of my new friends, had a metallic tentacle jutting from beneath her gray skirt of her school uniform. It was similar to the purple tentacles undulating from my pussy, except it was made of segmented metal, the end bulbous and smooth. It lunged for me while Merita, the alien possessing me, screamed a warning in my mouth.

“Connect,” all the women who had invaded the classroom said in unison, their feminine voices curiously flat, reminding me of the voice in Merita’s crashed spaceship, her computer.

Nanites, I gasped to Merita. What are they doing in Peony?

I didn’t understand what was going on. I barely understood what nanites were. They were inside of me, repairing my broken neck. It was why Merita had to possess my body, to keep me from rejecting the nanites or something. They were supposed to be smaller than a speck of pepper and yet were little automatons. It didn’t make much sense to me.

I was still recovering from my wonderful orgasms at the end of Nurse Paige’s wonderful, mechanical vibrator. The huge machine had made a dildo hum in my asshole, driving me wild with pleasure as I devoured Nurse Paige’s delicious snatch. The rest of the class watched on in delight, masturbating, curing their hysterics, embracing the wonderful things we were taught at the Kensington Boarding School—sapphic pleasure.

And then a group of women flooded into our classroom.. They all had metal tentacles jutting from beneath their skirts. More of those shiny appendages appeared to connect each woman together. They moved in unison, spoke in unison, and sent their tentacles seizing my classmates in unison. Tabitha, my lover and new friend, was wrapped up by Tansy, Tabitha’s red hair flying about her head as she shuddered, being fucked by the tentacle. Nurse Paige, her blonde hair dancing about her face, groaned as Adrianne’s tentacle reamed her cunny. Christine, another of my new friends, was seized by Darcy, an older girl.

And Peony came for me. The small, petite, shy girl. The delicious doll whose cherry I popped in the bath this morning now had a tentacle. We parted not long ago, maybe a quarter of an hour. She went to her next class with Tansy, while Christine, Tabitha, Leonora, and I came to this one.

Leonora gasped, her crimson hair sweeping behind her, as she was seized by Miss Maurine’s, the arithmetic teacher’s, tentacle. It rammed beneath Leonora’s skirt, and my friend let out a moan of pure delight as she was fucked.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Tabitha gasped, her freckled face twisting in delight.

My small, naked breasts heaved. My pigtails trailed before me as I backpedaled, Peony’s tentacle writhing and undulating through the air towards me. I acted with instinct, knocking her tentacle away with my own, deflecting it into a desk.

Peony cocked her head. “Don’t you want to connect with me, Henrietta?”

“Yes, yes, yes, Etta,” gasped Tabitha, her fingers clenching on her desk, her ass humping back into Tansy’s thrusting tentacle. The brunette moved behind my friend, lifting her skirt up to stroke Tabitha’s rear directly. “Connect with her.”

Don’t, Merita shouted in my mind. My alien lover trembled in my thoughts. The women are all connected serially. The nanites are infecting them and turning them into processing units. This is what I was afraid of.

I didn’t understand what any of that meant. Merita’s civilization was so far beyond 1890s England’s technology But I heard the urgency in her voice as every girl in the classroom was seized by the tentacles, connecting, being fucked, gasping and moaning.

I wrapped my purple tentacles around Peony’s. I shuddered, the metal warm as it slid through my appendage’s grip. My tentacles were sexual organs, as sensitive as my nipples. Pleasure coursed through my body, flooding down the appendages and into my pussy.

I moaned.

“Just connect with me, Henrietta,” Peony said in her sweet voice, her fingers squeezing at her small breasts through her white blouse.

“Connect,” the other women linked together said in unison.

“Oh, Lord almighty, yes,” Nurse Paige moaned, lying on her back on her desk, her breasts, popped out of her corset by my tentacles, jiggling. They were large, delicious.

Focus, hissed Merita.

I blinked, nodding my head. I strained against Peony’s tentacle. It slid through the grip of my tentacles, trying to get to my pussy. Peony let out a soft sigh, pinching nipples through blouse and her camisole, twisting her nubs. My own nipples ached.

…connect… a feminine, mechanical voice whispered in my thoughts. It wasn’t from Merita, and it wasn’t from Peony. I could read minds, especially those I was close to. I caught bits of Tabitha’s mind screaming her passion as the tentacle fucking her cunt brought her closer and closer to her orgasm. But this voice was strange. And it came from Peony.

It’s the nanites, Merita supplied.

…connect…

…must connect…

…need more processing power…

…must find the voice…

They’re searching for the ship’s computer, Merita gasped. We need to get to my ship. You have to escape.

“How?” I blurted out loud. I wrenched the tentacle from me, tossing it to the side while shuddering, pleasure racing up to my pussy.

Peony stumbled and caught herself on the desk. I darted away from her, racing towards the wall opposite the room’s entrance. The only door into the room was crowded with the linked women. This was as far away as I could get. I pressed up against the large window that overlooked onto the ground, twilight falling, the window cold on my naked skin. It was the last class of the day, and in an hour or so, darkness would fall. Already, fog gathered on the distant moor.

Peony’s tentacle darted at me again. I seized it with two of mine and twisted it up. The metal appendage slid across my stomach and reached my small breasts. It contracted about my mound, pulling it tight, the bulbous end nudging my nipple, sending more delicious pleasure through me.

“Connection is so wonderful,” Peony murmured.

“Wonderful,” the other women said in unison, their voices excited.

Gasps and moans echoed through the room. All the other girls were writhing on their desks, tentacles reaming beneath their skirt. Tabitha had her blouse opened, squeezing her breasts through the thin fabric of her camisole, her nipples fat and hard. They all moaned and shuddered, the room smelling of hot cunny.

My pussy clenched about my four tentacles thrusting from the depths of my sex. My clitoris ached. The stroke of the metallic tentacle on my nipple sent pleasure through me. Peony stepped up to me. Her hands reached out, stroking my sides, moving in, her lips so wet.

“Connect with me,” Peony moaned.

I had to find a way out. My back squeaked against the window pane as Peony leaned in and kissed me. Her tongue pressed into my mouth as the tentacle struggled in my appendages’ grip. It wanted to enter my pussy. She teased me, stroking my sides with her deft fingers, her lips so wet. I wanted to feel her tentacle fucking me. It was so wonderful. So delicious.

She tasted so sweet. Smelled so amazing. Juices trickled down my thighs and tentacles. One of her hands slid across my hip, tracing down to my pubic mound. She touched my golden curls, stroking through them, and then found my clitoris.

…connect…

I jumped. Despite the wonderful pleasure Peony’s delicate finger stirred on my clitoris, rubbing it in slow circles, I couldn’t surrender. The alien voice whispering through her mind, controlling her, wanted to enslave me, too. To hook me into the serial processing.

Slaving your mind to the nanites so they can understand more. We have to get to my ship.

I planted my hands and two of my tentacles on Peony and heaved her back. It caught her by surprise. She stumbled back, tripping on her skirt. She fell on her backside with a low grunt as I turned around, staring at the window. I found the pewter latch holding it shut. I flicked it with one tentacle while the others pushed the windows outward. It grated. The cold, evening air rushed into the warm room, shooting across my body. The scent of grass and clammy rain swirled around me.

I gasped in shock.

Go! Merita shuddered in my mind, frightened.

I planted my foot on the casement and hauled myself up. It was a short drop to the grass below. Luckily, Miss Marilynn’s classroom was on the first floor. I took a deep breath and went to leap.

But before I could, Peony’s metallic tentacle pressed between the cheeks of my butt and pressed into my sphincter. My eyes widened as the slick metal pressed my asshole open, burning pleasure shooting to my pussy. My eyes rolled back into my head as the metallic tentacle rammed deep into my bowels.

…connect…

“Connect,” Peony moaned in unison with the voice.

“Peony,” I gasped, pleasure rippling through my body. The tentacle reamed me, the small gaps between the segments providing stimulating ridges as it pumped in and out of me, teasing my sphincter and bowels. My tentacles writhed and twitched as the heat roared through me.

Jump!

“Yes,” I shouted back at Merita, tensed my legs, and—

Peony seized me by the waist and yanked me out of the window. I gasped, my bare feet hit the floor, my torso still hanging out the window. My pigtails dangled past my head as I groaned, hips moving, the tentacle sliding in and out of my bowels. It felt so good.

No, no, you have to fight, Henrietta. Don’t surrender.

My eyes fluttered. My hips undulated. The tentacle reaming me felt wonderful. Stupendous. I groaned, arching my back, my bowels clenching down on it. Peony’s hand reached underneath me, stroking to my clitoris, rubbing the little nub.

I gasped as the pleasure flooded me. It was so good. So delicious. The hot pleasure surged through me. I let out a panting moan. The tentacle drove in and out of me faster and faster, the ridges teasing me, building my pleasure.

“We’re connecting,” Peony moaned.

…connection forming…

“Yes, yes, yes,” I panted, her finger driving me wild. I looked over my shoulder at her, Peony’s face twisting in rapture as she, too, enjoyed sodomizing me with her tentacle as much as I enjoyed being buggered. My own tentacles surged out, ripping at her dress. Cloth tore, her small breasts bared to me, nipples hard, pink buttons. Her black hair fell about rosy cheeks.

She moaned as my purple tentacles assaulted her nipples, rubbing over them, savoring the feel of her silky skin and hard nub. The sensations ran down my tentacles into my pussy’s depths, joining the burning bliss of her tentacle reaming me. Pleasure crashed across her face. She moaned, shuddering in delight.

We both were. I rocked back into her tentacle’s thrusts, ignoring the window’s casement digging into my stomach. My small breasts jiggled beneath me. I sent my other two tentacles to play with them, wrapping about my small breasts, massaging my nubs.

“Oh, Lord, Merita. So good.”

They’re trying to connect to you. You can’t let them, Henrietta. Please, fight.

“Can’t! So good!”

“Yes,” gasped Peony. “Connecting is wonderful.”

Her finger danced on my clitoris. Her tentacle pumped so fast. I could feel her orgasm building in her, hear it dancing in her thoughts We were both driving to our release. I bit my lip as my cunny clenched tight about my tentacles. All the wonderful sensations mixed, churned inside of me. I was lost to the bliss. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t fight the wonderful bliss of her tentacle fucking my asshole.

We’re lost, wailed Merita.

I came.

“Yes!” I moaned, my bowels clenching down hard on the reaming tentacle. “Yes, yes, yes, Peony. Oh, your finger… You’re so wonderful. Oh, wow. You’re driving me wild. Yes, yes, yes. Oh, wow. Oh, Lord, yes!”

Motes of light swam before my vision as I trembled while leaning out the window, pigtails swaying like pendulums. I screamed out across the school’s grounds. The hot, juicy pleasure shuddered through me. Waves lapped at the shores of my mind with wonderful bliss. I trembled.

…connecting…

“Yes,” Peony moaned, her finger pressing hard on my clitoris.

…connection forming…

Peony moaned as she came. Something squirted from her tentacle into my bowels, invading me. I gasped, my body bucking. The pleasure burned so hot through me as the feminine, monotone voice whispered directly to my mind.

The nanites were in me.

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Merita shuddered in her host’s mind, writhing with Henrietta as the girl orgasmed. Then she felt the nanites squirt into Henrietta’s ass, flooding in from Peony’s tentacle. The computerized voice invaded Merita’s thoughts.

“…connection forming…”

Panic seized the alien. The nanites spread through Henrietta’s body, programed to change her, transform her mind into a processing unit and her body into a physical connector. Merita couldn’t let that happen. She had to do something.

“End routine,” she shouted at the nanites’ voices. “Authorization Merita. Password: LatthosaHove91*.”

The nanites invading Henrietta’s body hesitated, processing her command. Would it work? They weren’t connected to the rest of the network of women. Yet.

“Routine ended. Connection process halted.”

It worked. The nanites recognized her command password. A plan formed.

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Peony let out a shriek and the tentacle ripped out of my asshole. “Connection failed,” she shouted as she stumbled back, her tentacle writhing and waving before her. “Connection failed.”

“Reestablish connection,” the other women said. And it just wasn’t them. But my lover Tabitha, her eyes staring at me, Nurse Paige, Christine, Leonora, all the girls of my classroom spoke, too. They were united now like I almost had been.

Jump! Now! We have to get to the ship!

Trembling, my body buzzing from my orgasms, I obeyed. I scrambled up onto the casement and leaped out. I flew through the cold air and swallowed. I was so high up, floating at the apex of my leap. The window was maybe five feet from the ground. But then I went and jumped hard and…

Pain flared in my ankle as I hit the cool grass. I rolled forward, my tentacles retracting inside me as the pain and cold shocked the buzzing pleasure out of me. I tumbled onto my back, groaning, my ankle throbbing.

Get up and run, Henrietta.

I twisted my ankle, I panted back.

I’m sending the nanites to heal you.

Warmth flooded in my ankle. I groaned, forcing myself to stand. It hurt, and I limped forward. Behind me, Peony jumped out of the window, her ruined blouse and camisole hanging about her shoulders, her naked breasts jiggling. A silver tentacle connected her to Adrianne and the teacher with the dirty, green dress who both followed Peony. Girls clustered at the window.

Good, that will slow them down, Merita said. They can’t all come through. They’re a branching serial connection. I’d say up to four women connected to a single port.

You mean a person?

Yes.

I limped faster. It was slow going. I hobbled across the lawn as the girls slowly trickled out the window, moving in a specific order as they fanned out across the ground. The heat swelled in my foot, driving back the pain, letting me move faster.

Stone groaned and grated. Glass shattered. I threw a look over my shoulder. The other windows in the classroom were broken, shards of glass glistening on the grass below. Metallic tentacles wrapped about the sections of stone wall between the windows. Girls pressed into the windows, adding more tentacles.

“What are they doing?” Henrietta gasped out loud as her heart hammered in fear. She didn’t feel the cold air on her naked body as she forced herself to limp faster, moving to almost a jog.

I think they’re—

A great, horrendous groan filled the night. Masonry cracked, crumbled. The tentacles pulled the wall inward. The stone wall of the school crumbled, chunks falling down, dust billowing. I blinked in shock as the rest of the girls and teachers flooded out the shattered opening, my friend Tabitha’s red hair near the front.

They ran at me.

I gave a frightened squeak and discovered I could ignore the pain in my ankle as I ran across the grass.

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…must reconnect…

“Reconnect,” Tabitha said with the other girls and teachers united through the tentacles. She could feel all their minds, knew all their experiences. She had sampled the lesbian passions of the teachers, their years of enjoying the young eighteen-, nineteen-, and twenty-year-old girls who passed through their school, showing them sapphic delights under the guise of curing their hysterics.

She longed to have that same experience with Etta, to share all. She loved her blonde friend. Tabitha was so glad the blonde had pricked her cherry with those wonderful tentacles, and she wanted to return the favor. Squirming in her pussy a new tentacle grew, sprouting, eager to connect like the other fifty units wired together.

And Etta had rejected them.

That confused everyone. She shouldn’t have rejected connection. Peony had achieved her orgasm and injected the nanites. Etta should be united with them. Tabitha raced across the grass, moving in unison with the other units, staring at Etta as she darted ahead of them, her blonde pigtails flapping.

Her gorgeous rump shaking.

“Connect with her,” Tabitha said, her nipples and clitoris aching.

…reconnect…

“Reconnect,” all fifty-one of them shouted.

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I let out a shriek as all the girls chasing me spoke in unison. Every time I glanced behind me, they were still racing after me, connected by their tentacles, the ones at the front, including Tabitha and Peony, had their metallic tentacles undulating before them, eager to grab me and fuck me.

The pain in my ankle faded as I ran. But soon my side hurt. I sucked in breaths. My throat ached and my chest heaved. My legs burned. I wasn’t a runner. I had never raced so far in my life, and my stamina flagged.

Keep going, Merita urged.

Getting tired. Need to rest.

They’ll catch you.

“Reconnect,” the women and girls said in unison, their voices booming behind me.

I know.

I forced myself to keep running, but the split in my side hurt worse and worse. My leg muscles burned so hard. They were rubbery. I couldn’t keep this up. And we were only halfway to the crashed ship.

Not going to make it, Merita.

You will.

And then something happened inside of me. The pain in my legs faded. My lungs no longer burned. I could breathe and run and keep moving, all my exhaustion banished from me. I stretched out my legs, running faster and faster, drawing away from the mob chasing me.

What did you do?

Used the nanites to banish the lactic acid build up in your muscles and stimulated your adrenal gland to send a rush of stimulant through your body.

I blinked. What?

I gave you more energy. Keep running.

I did. I flew across the grass, pumping my arms, reaching towards the crater where her ship crashed. I could see the hole it made in the grassy field, but not the ship. She made it invisible, hiding it from other humans.

“Reconnect!”

They were close behind me, their nanites keeping them running as fast as I was. But I was at the ship. I reached the crater and scrambled down the side, small stones cascading down before me and then hitting the side of the invisible craft and bouncing.

Images flashed through my mind, showing me where to touch to deactivate the cloak and open the ship. I reached the ship. My hands moved, brushing the smooth surface, sliding along until I found the control panel. I did it by touch, pressing a button combination.

The egg shape ship rippled into sight just like I remembered it. I pressed another button and it opened, revealing the seat where Merita had first made love to me and merged into my body. I hopped in, more instruction visions flashing through my mind.

Understand? Merita asked.

No, but I’ll do it.

I settled into the seat, reaching and—

“Reconnect”

Tentacles seized me. I turned. Tabitha was at the edge of the ship. Her tentacle, leading from her pussy, rammed into my cunny. I gasped, my hot flesh clenching down on it, the end of my friend’s tentacle brushing mine as they squirmed in my depths.

“We’re connecting, Etta,” Tabitha said, her green eyes smiling. Then she kissed me hard on the lips as the tentacle pumped in and out of my cunny.

Pleasure rippled through me. I moaned, my eyes fluttering.

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…reconnect…

Yes, reconnecting. Tabitha shuddered as she kissed her friend and lover. She stroked Etta’s smooth cheeks as they kissed, tongues playing with each other.

It was so wonderful to fuck her tentacle in and out of Etta’s pussy. Hot, tight, wet flesh wrapped about Tabitha’s appendage. She was thrilled to experience the same pleasure that Etta had enjoyed with her alien tentacles. Now Tabitha could fuck her lover and cure her hysterics.

Fluttering, effervescent bliss writhed in her pussy. Her cunny clamped about the two tentacles stretching out her hole, one connecting her to Tansy the other to Etta. Tabitha kissed her friend harder then broke the kiss, letting out moans of pleasure.

“No, no, no, stop, Tabitha,” moaned Etta, her face constricting, her cunny clenching so hard about Etta’s tentacle. “I have to…fix you.”

“Can’t stop,” Tabitha moaned. “Love you. Must connect with you.”

“Connect,” Peony moaned. Her tentacle pressed beneath Etta’s body and rammed into her asshole.

Tabitha felt both sensations, experiencing Peony’s pleasure along with her own. Tabitha sucked hard on Etta’s right nipple, loving the little bud and how it felt between her lips while experiencing Etta’s tight bowels and hot pussy wrapped about the tentacles. Tabitha trembled, moaning in delight, sucking harder as the pleasure rippled through her body.

The two tentacles reamed as one, working in and out of Etta’s body, fucking her so hard, driving her wild. Her friend spasmed, her hands clenching Tabitha’s shoulders. For a moment, they tried to push Tabitha away.

And then Etta shuddered, surrendering.

“No, Tabitha,” she moaned weekly. “No… Oh, that’s good… Your tentacle…”

“Reconnect,” the other women said in unison. Tabitha moaned it about her lover’s nipple.

“Yes, yes, yes,” gasped Etta as she squirmed on the seat.

Tentacles writhed in the depths of Etta’s pussy. They pushed out around Tabitha’s appendage. The redhead shuddered in delight, tentacles caressing tentacles wrapped up in the depths of Etta’s pussy. The pleasure rippled through her body, driving Tabitha wild. She moaned about the nipple in her mouth, her body trembling.

Tansy bent down behind Tabitha, lifting the redhead’s skirt and petticoats. Tabitha shuddered in delight as Tansy’s hands squeezed her ass, pulling butt-cheeks apart. A hot, licking tongue ran between her crack, flicking at Tabitha’s sphincter.

“Reconnect.”

The tongue wormed into Tabitha’s asshole, fucking in and out, giving her more and more stimulation. The redhead moaned, her lips popping off of Etta’s nipple, her butt-cheeks clenching as the pleasure rippled through her. She loved having her sphincter licked.

“Yes, yes, yes, Tansy,” Tabitha moaned. “Make me cum. I need to reconnect with Etta.”

“Yes,” gasped Peony. “Oh, Henrietta, connect with us this time.”

“I will,” Etta moaned, her face flushed, her blue eyes twinkling.

Her hands cupped Tabitha’s face, so gentle and sweet. Etta pulled Tabitha’s lips close. The lovers kissed. A shudder ran through Tabitha’s body. She moaned into Etta’s sweet lips as her pussy clenched so hard, her sphincter aching beneath Tansy’s assault. All the sweet sensations, her tentacle reaming Etta’s pussy, Peony’s appendage reaming Etta’s asshole, the tongue licking at Tabitha’s own sphincter. All of it combined.

And exploded.

She moaned into Etta’s mouth. Every woman connected together, all fifty-one of them, came at the same moment, experiencing the bliss Tabitha experienced. Tabitha shuddered, her pleasure rippling out of her as her tentacle shot deep into Etta’s cunt.

The nanites flowed into Etta. Every pulse sent a ripple of electric delight through Tabitha’s body as she connected with her friend.

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I moaned into my lover’s kiss. The nanites flooded into my asshole and pussy. And I felt Tabitha. I felt our thoughts merge, touch. I experienced her. I felt how much she loved me, and I shared with her how much I loved her.

At the same moment, as I connected to Tabitha and then to the fifty other women, Merita fled my body. I felt my alien lover wiggle out of me. I felt my four pussy tentacles fade away. Suddenly, Merita’s purple body was on top of me, our breasts pressed together, our clitorides touching, grinding in shared bliss.

Merita, I thought, but she didn’t answer in my mind.

…connection formed…

And then Merita broke the kiss as I felt Tabitha’s feelings, her love. Though Merita spoke her alien tongue, I understood it. “Computer, connect with the core.”

Electric current shot from the chair into me. Another orgasm burst in my cunny. My flesh convulsed about Tabitha’s tentacle merging us together. I moaned and gasped along with all other fifty-one women.

“Yes, yes, yes,” all fifty-two of us screamed together.

I clutched at Tabitha’s hand, holding her tight as my lover, the other women, and I writhed in ecstasy. The electric pleasure shot through me. Bliss rippled out of my cunny and inundated my mind. Words spoke through me so fast, so swift. I didn’t understand them. I didn’t care. I bucked and heaved into Merita’s body, her tentacles stroking me, her purple face staring down at mine.

“Yes, yes, that’s it, Henrietta,” Merita said and kissed me again.

I savored the kiss, sharing the sensation with all the other women. Ecstasy boiled my mind. There were no thoughts, just the joy of cumming. The effervescent paroxysms bursting over and over in my cunny, bathing my body in rapture. I kissed Merita so hard, savoring the feel of her as I gripped Tabitha’s hand and—

I disconnected.

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Henrietta’s eyes rolled back in her head. She shuddered beneath Merita and then slumped, her orgasm dissipating. Merita lifted herself up from her human lover’s body. Around the ship, the other women all collapsed, their tentacles coming out of each other’s pussies, no longer united together into one processing unit.

Merita had set them free.

Her tentacle caressed Henrietta’s face. The human didn’t need the alien in her any longer. The nanites from the core had figured out how to exist in humans without guidance. Even now, the nanites squirted into Henrietta went to work, changing her body, repairing her spine fully. Instead of a week or more, she was healed in an instant.

Merita nuzzled her nose against Henrietta’s. The alien found it wonderful to have her body again, her four tentacles writhing, her clitoris throbbing against Henrietta’s. Merita undulated her hips, savoring the hot press of flesh, and tribbed Henrietta. The purple alien’s ass flexed as she ground on the human, Merita loving the hot feel of tribbing with sweet Henrietta.

“I love you so much, Henrietta,” Merita purred between kisses.

“Merita,” Henrietta moaned, her blue eyes fluttering open. She smiled. “You’re not any me any longer.”

“You don’t need me.”

“I do,” Henrietta purred, undulating writhing, pressing her pussy up into Merita’s. “I really do. Can’t you feel how wet I am? How excited?”

“Oh, yes, I can,” Merita giggled and kissed her again, their tongues dueling.

And then Merita felt something metallic brush her pussy. A tentacle wiggled against it, caressing her folds. Merita moaned, her eyes widening as the metallic, segmented tentacle wormed into her pussy, pressing deep.

Merita broke the kiss, and Henrietta giggled, the tentacle fucking deeper. “You grew a tentacle before I disconnected you.”

“I guess those naughty nanites gave it to me,” Henrietta said, “when the voice spoke through me.”

“My ship’s computer,” Merita moaned, her cunny clenching down on the tentacle. “Oh, this is wonderful, Henrietta. You get to fuck me with your tentacle.”

“Uh-huh,” she smiled. “And your cunny feel so hot and nice. I love it.”

Merita’s nipples ached, rubbing the human’s. She leaned down, kissing her lover hard, hot, grinding her clitoris on Henrietta’s. Merita’s tentacles caressed her lover’s body, stroking silky skin as they writhed together in shared passion.

“Merita,” Tabitha squealed.

Another tentacle touched Merita. The alien broke the kiss, smiling at the redheaded Tabitha. She had a tentacle thrusting out from beneath her skirt, the end pressing between Merita’s round buttocks and rubbing against her sphincter.

“It’s so wonderful to meet you, Merita,” Tabitha said, squeezing in beside them.

“Isn’t it?” Henrietta smiled.

“Yes,” Merita moaned as Tabitha’s tentacle reamed into her asshole. The alien shuddered, her bowels clenching down on Tabitha’s appendage, her pussy on Henrietta’s.

The fiery redhead seized Merita and kissed her hard on the mouth. Merita sighed into the kiss, the two tentacles plunging over and over into her body. The alien trembled, her tentacles writhing. Two lashed out, ripping open Tabitha’s bodice.

“Oh, yes, play with my titties,” Tabitha moaned, breaking their kiss. Merita wrapped her tentacles about both round mounds, squeezing hard, loving how they felt. “Etta, your alien is molesting me.”

“And you love it,” Henrietta moaned, humping up into Merita’s clitoris.

The blonde human leaned out, sucking on Tabitha’s fat nipple. Merita smiled, her body trembling in pleasure. The two tentacles reaming her drove her wild. She humped and writhed, her orgasm building in her depths.

Oh, yes, I love fucking her cunny, thought Henrietta, her desires pouring into the alien.

Yes, yes, yes, play with my titties. Oh, her ass is so tight. So velvety. I love having a tentacle.

“It’s the best,” grinned Merita at Tabitha, the redhead’s green eyes glossy.

“Going to cum,” Henrietta moaned. “Your clitoris feels amazing. Oh, yes, Merita.”

The three of them writhed, sharing their pleasure, humping in the ship. Around them, the other girls gasped and moaned, fucking each other with their tentacles, enjoying the changes to their bodies. Some of them had multiple tentacles. As the fog rolled in, their sapphic orgy echoed through the night.

Merita shuddered, her orgasm rippling through her as she was held and fucked by her two human lovers. Her moans gasped out of her mouth as the pleasure rippled out of her body. Her pussy and asshole convulsed on the tentacles. She kissed back and forth between Tabitha and Henrietta, their tongues flailing.

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Miss Marilynn Gully, philosophy teacher, licked at Daisy Brown’s pussy stretched wide by the maid’s three tentacles. Two were wrapped about the auburn-haired teacher’s large breasts, the third reaming her asshole. Miss Marilynn moaned in delight, sucking on Daisy’s clitoris, savoring the maid like she meant to last night when they wandered into the dark and found the core.

“Oh, Miss Marilynn, yes,” Daisy moaned, the eighteen year old’s head tossing back and forth as her orgasm exploded, juices gushing out and bathing Marilynn’s face with spicy passion.

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Peony, Christine, Leonora, and Tansy all gasped and moaned. They lay on the ground in a circle like a chain made of beautiful daisies. Peony had her lips nuzzling at Christine’s pussy while her tentacle fucked the girl’s bowels. At the same time, Leonora’s tentacle reamed Peony’s asshole and tongue licked at her clitoris. The four girls moaned and gasped, pleasuring each other.

Peony loved it. She was so glad she had a tentacle. She didn’t know what had happened, but she savored the hot, tight feel of Christine’s bowels wrapped about her tentacle and the wonderful sensation of Leonora’s appendage reaming deep inside her.

They came together, Peony drinking tangy delight.

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It was tight in the confines of Merita’s space ship, but that didn’t stop Tabitha and I from pressing the purple alien down onto her seat. Merita wiggled, her tentacles writhing from her sides, two each, her round breasts heaving. She looked so beautiful.

“I think we need to lick her all over, Etta,” Tabitha beamed.

“I think you’re right,” I told her. I leaned over, kissing my redheaded lover on the lips, our naked breasts pressing together. Hers were so soft and round.

Then I leaned down and nuzzled at Merita’s thighs, pressing my face between them. My tentacle writhed out of my pussy. I only had one now, but that was okay. It was longer. I reached it around, entwining it with Tabitha’s. Electric current shot through us as our tentacles caressed. Pleasure hardened my nipples.

“Oh, Etta, that’s nice,” Tabitha moaned before she leaned down and sucked on Merita’s dark-purple nipple.

“Uh-huh,” I panted, my body twitching at the electric bliss.

I lowered my mouth between Merita’s thighs. I stroked her flesh, caressing her thighs and breathing in the flowery scent of her pussy. It was so unlike a human’s cunt, not salty and earthy, but light. I loved it.

I took a long, slow lick up Merita’s slit. Her juices coated my tongue. I had discovered a lot about licking cunny today. I wanted to show my alien lover everything I learned. My tongue slid through her folds and brushed her hard clitoris. Her purple flesh was hot on my lips as I nuzzled into her depths.

Merita’s thighs tightened about my head. She gasped and moaned, shuddering, rubbing her lips against my flesh. Excited flutters raced out of my pussy, partly from the electric current flowing between me and Tabitha, but mostly because I was pleasing my lover.

Tabitha moaned about her nipple, making Merita squirm. The alien humped against me, her tentacles writhing. A pair seized my pigtails, holding them, guiding my mouth as I licked at her pussy, devouring her flowery juices.

“Oh, Henrietta, yes. You’re so good. Mmm, lick that tongue in and out of my flesh. You’re driving me wild.”

“Good,” I purred between licks. “That’s the plan. I want you panting. I want you shuddering. I want you to explode. I love you, Merita.”

“I love you, too,” she gasped and pulled on my pigtails, forcing my lip back to her flowery folds.

I licked and sucked and nibbled at my alien lover’s cunny. Her juices coated my face. I moaned as I licked her, the excitement building between me and Tabitha. I felt her thoughts, her excitement. It was like we were connected again, feeling each other’s love and pleasure.

We both wanted to make Merita cum. I could feel Tabitha’s desire as she sucked and nibbled, kissing back and forth between Merita’s heaving breasts. I licked harder, my tongue finding the alien’s clitoris, circling it, teasing it.

I drove Merita wild. She bucked and gasped. Wordless moans escaped her lips. Her tentacles played with Tabitha’s breasts and entwined about my pigtails. I caught glimpses of her purple face twisted in passion.

“Henrietta,” she moaned. “Oh, yes. Give me my release. Cure my hysterics.”

“Gladly,” I moaned and sucked so hard on her clitoris, my chin pressing into her folds.

Her body shuddered. She spasmed. Her hips arched.

And she came.

“Henrietta! Tabitha!”

Moaning our names, her pussy juices flooded my hungry mouth. I made her cum. We made her cum. Tabitha and I pleasured our alien lover. I drank her juices as a surge of electricity shot out of my pussy, raced down my tentacle, and crackled into Tabitha’s.

My lover threw back her head, red hair flying, as she moaned my name. We came together, sharing our crackling lust, electricity arching between our tentacles and driving us wild with delight. My eyes rolled back in pleasure, ecstasy flooded through me.

“Tabitha! Merita! Yes, yes! I love you both!” I moved up their bodies, the three of us hugging, kissing, sharing Merita’s juices, our naked flesh pressed tight, tits caressing tits, hard nipples brushing.

“You’re both so wonderful,” Merita sighed. “I’m glad I’m stranded with such wonderful humans.

“Stranded?” I gasped through my fluttering pleasure.

Merita gave me a sad smile. “The core was destroyed The nanites are spread throughout your bodies. They changed you all too much to be removed. So I’m stuck here.”

“I’m sorry,” I gasped.

She shook her head. “Don’t be. I messed up. It’s my own fault.” Her tentacles caressed Tabitha’s and my faces. “But I have you two. And the school. I think things will be interesting.”

I giggled and nodded, then the three of us kissed.

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Things changed at Kensington Boarding School. Merita began teaching science Everyone loved her class, and her tentacles. The fifty-two of us changed by the nanites were also very popular with the other half of the student body, teachers, and maids who weren’t transformed. We couldn’t spread our nanites, but we could let them enjoy our tentacles.

The years passed. Tabitha and I mentored the new girls who arrived, guiding them into sapphic pleasure, sharing with them the joys of tentacles, pussies, asses, tribbing, licking, fingering, and dildos. It was so much fun.

When our time as students was over, we stayed on as teachers. Tabitha and I taught the new physical education curriculum, which involved much naked wrestling and strenuous love-making. We had our own apartment on the ground which contained a large bed with which we shared with Merita.

Peony, Christine, Leonora, and Tansy founded a business in town making toys. The four of them were quite taken with each other. Their bed was even bigger than ours, the four of them writhing in delight.

Nurse Paige and the Headmistress both found much joy in their tentacles. A girl’s first medical exam and then trip to the Headmistress’s office were exciting and full of much gasping on metallic tentacles. But the most lucky teacher was Miss Marilynn. She was the only one to end up with four tentacles, being the original host of the nanites.

Prefect Geneva stayed on as a teacher, too. She taught astronomy and would reward her students with her three tentacles when they did well.

Of course, Tabitha’s and my families were disappointed with our decisions not to return home but to work at the school. All their hopes that we would marry well, make connections for our fathers’ businesses, and join genteel society were dashed. But we had what we wanted, to love each other in our own triune marriage, wedded to our alien lover in our hearts.

Maybe one day we would repair Merita’s spaceship and travel the universe. But for now we were happy, the three of us together, and that was all that mattered. We had our students and each other. What more did a girl with a pussy tentacle need?

The END

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Girl’s night out

Maryanne’s Story – Secret Kisses

One year after my husband Michael and I married and moved to Massachusetts, his company transferred him to Ohio, our first of many moves over the next twenty years or so.

With the help of Pam, a wonderful real estate agent, we were lucky to find a small two bedroom house to rent not too far from Michael’s work. Soon after unpacking and settling in, Pam called and offered to take me to lunch so I could get to know the area better and meet another girl that she thought I would like. We met her friend Sally at the restaurant for lunch, and had a lovely time together. Pam and Sally were close friends and got together every Thursday evening, Pam told me, and wondered if I would like to join them one evening to play games and chat. I liked them both and said I would love to join them anytime.

Within a few days Pam phoned and invited me to come to her home that coming Thursday evening. Pam was a divorcee, about four or five years older than me who lived alone, and Sally was about the same age or maybe a little younger. I was 26 at the time. I was looking forward to spending some time with them, as I had left my Massachusetts friends behind and was anxious to have some friends to be with as I was not working or doing anything outside our home.

Pam greeted me with a hug and we enjoyed a glass of white wine while we waited for Sally to arrive. Sally arrived soon and we three settled down to an evening of sipping wine and talking about all sorts of things for a few hours. Sally suggested we play a game of cards, but we could not agree on a game we all knew how to play, and that could be played with just three players. We were laughing and having a good time, and Sally asked if I had ever played strip poker before. I admitted I had, back when I was in high school. Of course then it was just me, or me and another girl and a few guys. I started to feel a little funny, and maybe a little excited as I realized that Sally was serious and Pam seemed to be fine with the conversation. Then Pam said if Sally and I were willing to play, she would too.

It seemed we were all willing to play, but we realized it was getting late and Sally needed to be home soon. Pan suggested we play the game next week when we got together, but could end the evening with a quick game of Secret Kiss. I had never heard of this game before, but it sounded sexy so I was ready. For those who do not know the game, here is how it goes. Each girl has to kiss one of the other girls on a place on her body that is normally covered by her clothing. The girl who is doing the kissing chooses where she will place the kiss. Pam demonstrated by asking Sally to open her blouse, and then she planted a long kiss on Sally’s stomach. Then Sally had to do the same to me. And then I did the same to Pam. Very tame, but at the same time, very sexy.

Next it was Pam’s turn. She told me to take off my blouse. She then knelt down behind me and kissed me at the base of my spine, almost touching my ass. She even used a little tongue, which gave me chills. Then, of course, I had to do the same to Sally. I felt so sexy kneeling there behind Sally and placing my lips on her flesh. I even did a little licking, pushing my tongue down under her waistband as far as I could. And then Sally kissed Pam, and that round was complete.

Next, and the last round, it was my turn to kiss Sally. I wanted to show them how much I was enjoying this and was willing to do anything they wanted, but was afraid to come across as too sluttish or aggressive. I finally decided to ask Sally to remove her blouse. When she did, I raised her arm and kissed her armpit and then licked it. Was I ever nasty? By the time Sally had done the same to Pam, and Pam did me, very nicely I would say, we probably would have played the game again, but Sally really had to leave, so we calmed down, did good night hugs and left. What a fun and exciting night. I couldn’t wait to get home and tell Michael all about it, and what was planned for the next week.

Sally phoned the following Wednesday afternoon and said that Pam had called her and asked if we could come over a little earlier than usual so we would have more time to play, and asked if I could pick her up at work as her husband would have her car. I said sure, and told her I would pick her up the next afternoon.

The next day the only thing I could think about was what was to happen that evening at Pam’s house. The three of us playing strip poker and that would not be all, I knew. But what else? That afternoon I shaved my leys and underarms, trimmed my pussy and took a long, hot shower. I wanted to look, smell and taste fresh and clean for Pam and Sally.

As agreed, I picked up Sally at work, and we arrived at Pam’s soon after. Since none of us had eaten dinner, Pam had set out some snacks and wine for us to enjoy while we sat around and chatted. Finally, Pam suggested we get comfortable in her living room and asked if we all were serious about playing strip poker as we had talked about. Of course we were, so out came the cards, the rules were agreed upon, and the fun started. Now I do not know what Pam and Sally had in their minds, but I was playing the game without really concentrating to win. I just wanted to get naked, and for them to do the same. But it was fun, tantalizing, and getting me very excited. Off came the clothes, one piece at a time, shoes, blouses, skirts, bras, and at last, panties. Pam was the first to be completely nude. Sally and I continued to play while Pam watched to see who would be second. It was Sally. I still had my panties on, but to show I was a good sport I pulled them off so we could all be naked.

No one suggested we get dressed again, so we all freshened up our drinks and sat there giggling and making small talk. Feeling a little tipsy, and a lot horny, I asked if we were just going to just sit around and talk or were we going to play the Kissing Game. Pam asked if Sally or I wanted to make any kisses off limits, and we both said no, anyone could kiss another person anywhere and anyone who refused to continue the game would be out.

Pam told me I should start with the first kiss since I was the winner of the strip poker game. I put my face between her breasts and kissed her on her chest. Her skin was so warm and sweet, and her boobs felt so soft on either side of my face. Then she did the same to Sally, and Sally to me. And so it went: breasts, nipples, navels, thighs, asses, and yes, pussy, too. Long wet tongue kisses. It seemed none of us could get enough of each other’s bodies. We ended up lying on the floor with my face between Pam’s legs, hers between Sally’s and Sally’s face between mine; sort of a three-way pussy feast. I came at least four times, while Pam kept filling my mouth with her sexy, yummy juices. I never wanted it to end.

At long last we were all too exhausted to go on. So we separated our entangled bodies and washed up, got dressed and prepared to leave. One of the most memorable nights of my life. While the three of us continued to get together at Pam’s for our weekly girls night out, and of course, enjoyed each other’s bodies every time, there is always something special about that first time.

When I dropped Sally off at her house, we shared a long lingering kiss before she got out of the car. Her mouth still tasted slightly of my pussy. I was hoping her husband would not notice. Or, if he did, it might just turn him on.

That is all for now.

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