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

Chapter 34
TRAINING PART 1

When the girls had recovered from their surgery, and gotten used to their new huge tits, they went back to work at Titcage.

On the Monday of their return, Michael called all of them into his office first thing in the morning, told them to strip naked, and fucked each of them in the cunt. Each of the girls in turn bend over his desk while he stuck his cock into them from behind, leaning forward to squeeze and pinch their new boobs as hard he could. He pulled out of Claire and Kitten before cumming, saving his ejaculation for the pussy of Steph, who he knew would be most humiliated and revolted by it. Then he watched as Claire licked his cum out of her sister’s twat.

Afterwards he congratulated Claire on reaching Q grade, and he showed her the requirements for P grade.

P Grade
Presentation:
– Wears a leash except when instructed otherwise by a male.
– Tits are at least a DD cup.
– Does not wear clothes at home or in the gardens of her home under any circumstances.
Attitude & Obedience:
– Allows anything to be put in her mouth by others; swallows edibles and liquids, sucks on other objects.
Routine:
– Twice per day when carrying an object from place to place, carries it in her cunt.
– Eats five meals a week from a bowl like a dog.
– Eats two meals a week that have been flavoured by semen.
Toileting:
– Twice a week pisses on a meal she will eat.
Masturbation and Sex:
– Hurts her tits or her cunt during five masturbations a week.
– Masturbates herself constantly during her morning exercise.
– Receives sperm in one of her orifices at least once per day.
Lactation and Farming:
– Is lactating.
– Works five hours a week on a Titcage farm or other slut ranch.
Treatment of Sluts:
– Has licked another slut to orgasm.
– Has been licked to orgasm by a slut.
– Has sucked another slut’s tits in public.
Treatment of Men:
– Begs a man to rape her at least twice a week.
– When talking directly to a man while he is sitting, massages his cock.

Claire ignored the despair a part of her felt inside. These were things she deserved to have done to her. Noting her new requirements, she immeadiately reached out and began to massage Michael’s still-hard penis.

“What’s a slut ranch?” she heard herself ask.

“Don’t worry about that, Fucktwat,” replied Michael. “You’ll probably be on the cusp of P grade for a while, because we have some other things for you to do before we send you out to the ranch.”

The “other things” turned out to include company-sponsored training. For half of each day, all three of the girls were required to attend training sessions to improve “their suitability as employees, and as human females”. Claire’s class for training included not only Steph and Kitten, but also Sluthole, Kimberley, (who was now a V rank and calling herself Bitchmelons) and Samantha (now a U, and answering to Fuckpuppet).

Their trainer was a 20-something man named Kyle, who was assisted by a nude E-cup redhead called Twatsucker. Claire felt her pussy twitch looking at both Kyle and Twatsucker, and blushed. Twatsucker had very pretty fuckbags and an attractive, shaved cunt. (It was not until almost a week after training started that Claire realised she couldn’t picture Twatsucker’s face.)

The training started with a getting-to-know you session. The girls were paired up randomly and told to lick each other’s pussies. Claire was partnered with Kimberley, Bitchmelons, who was not yet used to life at Titcage and struggled as Claire held her down and forced her cunt against Bitchmelons’ face. She could feel Bitchmelons crying into Claire’s pussy as the brunette slut licked at Claire’s clitoris, and Claire wondered why Bitchmelons kept working at Titcage if she hated it so much, but it wasn’t something Claire needed to worry about, and so she put it out of her mind and just buried her tongue in Bitchmelons’ snatch.

Claire was finding that getting to have sex with random pretty girls was one of the great benefits of working at Titcage. She could just rape big-boobed sluts when she wanted to and no one would tell her not to. She wished the rest of the world would hurry up and come around to Titcage’s way of thinking.

After the girls had had enough time to reach an orgasm, the getting-to-know you session continued, with the girls being asked to draw pictures of each other. Claire drew a picture of Kitten’s pretty face, but when she showed it to Kyle, he ripped it up, brought Claire into the middle of the room, and began to beat her breasts savagely with a paddle. Claire cried and screamed, but she realised what she had done wrong when Kitten held up her picture of Steph. It showed Steph’s cunt in intimiate detail, complete with that one labia that was slightly bigger than the other. As Kyle continued to slap Claire’s tits, Claire realised that this wasn’t Steph’s cunt – this WAS Steph, in the same way that Claire would have described a picture of her father’s face as a picture of her father.

After the beating she was sent back to her desk with her breasts in agony, where she drew a picture of Kitten’s pussy as best she could picture it. She found she could picture it very well indeed – better than Kitten’s face in some ways – and she was able to capture the smooth countours of Kitten’s vulva and the way her little nub of a clitoris stuck out a little even when Kitten wasn’t aroused, presenting Kitten’s clit ring piercing in a way that always made Claire want to tug on it. She labelled the picture “Slutkitten”.

Kyle approved of Claire’s second drawing, and he rewarded her by letting her suck on his cock for a few minutes while he explained what the sluts would be learning next.

The first phase of training was to focus on teaching the girls how to walk properly, and over the next week they learned and practiced ways of moving more appropriate to the sluts that they were. Kyle explaind to them that there were only four appropriate ways for a slut to walk.

* The Slave – In this simple walk, the slut walks with her back straight, her boobs thrust outwards, and her hands behind her back at waist level, as if cuffed together. Kyle described this walk as the normal walk for a slut being led on a leash, and made them all practice it both with their hands actually tied together, and with their hands free of any literal restraint. They started off doing the walk in bare feet but progressed quickly to trying it in high stiletto heels. Claire noticed that in this walk she was completely unable to protect the front of her body. On two separate occasions she tripped on the high heels of her shoes and fell down, her tits slamming into the floor. The pain was agonising and she screamed, but Kyle and Twatsucker just laughed at her, and then encouraged the rest of the class to laugh at her as well. Claire was worried she had damaged her new implants but apparently they were made of tougher material than she feared – her boobs were fine, just in agony.

* The Fucktoy – In this walk, the slut walks while masturbating with one hand and squeezing her tits with the other. Thus the slut always has her fingers buried in her snatch as she walks. Kyle explained that a slut can use this walk even when clothed – she can slip her hand into her pants, skirt, or panties to finger her pussy, and grope her boobs even through her top or bra. Claire found it difficult at first to do this walk – she kept forgetting either to pump her fingers in and out of her fuckhole, or to keep walking forward, but she soon learned the rhythm of it and found it tremendously satisfying to be able to play with herself while also walking places.

* The Offer – For this walk, the slut’s tits are fully exposed, and she cups and lifts them with her hands as she walks, to emphasise that her boobs are not her own, but rather exist for the pleasure of her master and men generally. Claire found it distracting to be constantly touching her sensitive fuckmelons as she walked and would occasionally start to squeeze them for the mix of pain and pleasure it would bring. Each time she did, Twatsucker would lash her tits with a cane, and remind Claire that a slut’s boobs were not for her own pleasure, but the pleasure of others.

* The Pet – Obviously the last walk was not a walk at all, but a crawl on all fours. The sluts were taught to crawl quickly and efficiently, waggling their bodies to maximise the wiggle of their butt and the swing of their boobs. Part of the training including crawling while on a leash, and crawling with tail-shaped butt plugs pushed into their anus.

For each walk, the girls also practiced it while holding dildos in their pussy and/or anus, and, when they needed to urinate, practiced pissing without stopping walking. They were told that these four walks were the only ways they would ever walk again for the rest of their lives, and that they would explain this to the men in their lives so they could be disciplined if they forgot. They learned how to select a walk – the Pet was to be used indoors by default unless they were told otherwise. The Slave was for when they were on a leash and being led, or for when they were in a situation where using another walk might attract the attention of authorities who aren’t sympathetic to the idea of sluts knowing their place. . The Offer was for meeting new men. And the Fucktoy was to be used at all other times.

On the first night at home afterr training, Claire and Steph demonstrated their new walks to their father, strutting back in forth naked in front of them cupping their tits or fingering their pussies. Afterwards he delivered his first whipping to their healed and healthy boobs, and when he had left a line of red welts across their fuckmelons, he made the crying girls kneel so he could masturbate and cum on them. The two sisters licked their father’s cum from each others’ breasts, and then had dinner.

Dinner for Claire was dog food, which tonight was served in a dog bowl rather than her sister’s cunt. This was by Claire’s request, to help with her grade requirements, but when she came to crouch on all fours in front of the bowl and begin licking up the slimy chunks, she felt her pussy growing wet. She realised she had come to associate the taste of dog food with the taste of cunt, and therefore with sex, and now she bitterly wished she had Steph or some other whore licked at her beaver while she ate. She instead attempted to balance on only one hand so she could use the other to rub her twat as she ate, and mostly succeeded, only falling over embarassingly twice.

Each day at training, the girls would repeat the forty minutes of “getting to know each other” – licking each others’ pussies, and then drawing pictures of each other. While Sluthole, Slutkitten and Cuntcandy (Steph) were willing participants in the sex. Claire found that, as with Bitchmelons, she also had to rape Fuckpuppet (Samantha) to get her to behave. Fuckpuppet was even more fun to rape than Bitchmelons had been, wiggling in a way which pleased Claire’s pussy, and still putting up a fight on Friday despite all the other girls having already raped her that week and the trainer having fucked her mouth twice and her pussy once.

Claire also found that she was very good at drawing cunts, and she soon had a collection of five pictures of pussies, one for each of her classmates. On the Friday of training, each of the girls was asked to pick which slut’s drawing looked most like her, and then together they logged on to their social media accounts – Facebook, email, Twitter, and others, and changed their profile pictures to drawings of their cunts. Claire was flattered that Kitten, Steph and Bitchmelons all picked Claire’s pictures of their twats to use.

Claire felt strange looking at her old social media accounts. She barely used them anymore; the only thing she regularly logged onto was her Titcage profile. Most of the people attached to these accounts weren’t really her friends anymore. They had been the friends of the old Claire, but they didn’t know Fucktwat. They would probably think it was strange that she was changing her photograph to a picture of her pussy, but Claire knew that the picture of her beaver was a more accurate picture of her now than any image of her face.

Steph wasn’t quite so indoctrinated, and Bitchmelons and Fuckpuppet outright refused to make the change. Kyle got Claire, Kitten, Sluthole and Twatsucker to hold the rebellious girls down, and then used a cattle prod on their pussies until they agreed to do what they were told. Claire felt funny looking at her sister’s groin being electro-shocked by the prod as Claire held her down. She knew this was wrong – that months ago this would have horrified her – but now it just made her wet to see her sister’s twat being hurt. This is what she deserves, Claire thought. This is what I deserve.

***

That night, Claire found Steph sitting naked in front of the computer at home, and crying. Claire looked over her shoulder at what was visible on the screen.

Steph had three windows open. The first showed her Titcage profile, just like Claire’s, where Steph had just finished logging that her father had ejaculated on her tits and that Steph had masturbated three times during the day.

The second window was Steph’s Facebook profile. More than half of Steph’s friends had unfriended her. Most of those who remained were male. A string of comments ran under Steph’s new profile picture. “Great picture!” “It looks just like you!” “Hey Steph, want to catch up some time?” “That’s so slutty! What a whore!”

The third and final window showed a news site. Titcage had finally succeeded in one of their most dearly wanted goals. The headline read: “Rape Fairness Act Passes: It’s Not Rape If She’s Wet”. The criminal law had been amended so that it was a defence to a charge of rape to assert that the girl had been aroused at some time during the act. The onus of proving that she hadn’t been wet lay on the girl. The acts which had formerly been classed as rape but were now legal would be called “semi-consensual sex” or “reluctant sex”. Expert predicted that the number of women who would be subjected to semi-consensual sex would rise by over 1000% over the six months following passage of the bill.

Claire stared at the screen. She knew she had helped to make this happen. She thought about women – girls who had once been her friends – being raped and molested again and again by men. She felt sick. She felt aroused. She thought about the way she had raped Bitchemlons and Fuckpuppet this week. She would be able to do that now anywhere, anytime, as long as she could get them wet. And if she couldn’t get them wet – how were they going to prove that? Without even thinking, her hand went to her cunt and began to stroke it. She wanted to cum.

Gently, she leaned in and began to kiss her sister’s neck. Her sister turned and lifted her lips to Claire’s own, and they kissed, their tongues entwining. Gradually Steph rose to her feet, and then the two girls moved back towards their bed.

And as Claire spent that night with her face buried in Steph’s pussy, knowing that she was celebrating the legalisation of rape by eating her sister’s twat, she felt beautifully, blessedly content.

(To be continued…)

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White teacher submissive is seduced by black dominant parent.

Straight White Girls: A Pet Teacher

Summary: White teacher submissive is seduced by black dominant parent.

Note 1: Thanks to goamz86 and Robert for editing this story.

Straight White Girls: A Pet Teacher

Jasmine’s last parent-teacher interview was scheduled for nine at night, a full hour after the evening was supposed to end. Janet Jones, the mother of Bethany Jones, couldn’t make it until this late time because of another meeting.

Jasmine was overly tired, and a bit bitchy after a day of teaching followed by an evening of interviews. Most of them had gone well, and she wasn’t expecting this one to go poorly, as Bethany was a great student.

Jasmine tried to grade Hamlet essays but her mind was done for the day, so instead she was playing Flappy Birds on her phone when Mrs. Jones walked in at five minutes after nine.

“Sorry I’m late,” Janet smiled warmly, a voluptuous black woman in her early forties, a virtual older copy of her daughter.

Jasmine looked up startled, her bird crashing. She was surprised by how much alike the mother and daughter looked. No way did this woman look old enough to have an eighteen year old daughter. She turned on her fake teacher charm and greeted, “Hi, Mrs. Jones, no worry at all. Gave me a chance to do some marking.”

Janet smiled, “Looks like some new wave marking,” pointing to the phone.

Jasmine laughed, “I’m mentally done and this flappy birds game is ridiculously addicting.”

Janet, the devious plan in her head the real reason she insisted on the late time, quipped her new prey oblivious to her true meaning, “Addiction is hard to control.”

Jasmine laughed, “Stupid cell phones. I’m not really much of a gamer. My ten year old son put this game on my phone.”

Janet laughed back, deciding to lean on a student’s desk rather than sit in the chair put across from the teacher in order to showcase her long nylon-clad legs and her voluptuous breasts. “So what are we going to do about my daughter?”

The teacher chuckled, “I know, she’s quite a handful.”

Janet, again responding with naughty innuendo, quipped, “Oh, she’s more than a handful.”

Jasmine noticed the odd tone of the mother’s response, but didn’t put much thought into it. “Were there any particular concerns about the report card I emailed last week?”

“No, no,” Janet shook her head, as she hopped onto the desk and slowly crossed her right leg over her left. “Her grades are great.”

“She has the highest mark in the class,” Jasmine agreed, unable to not notice the mother’s long legs in nylon, her fetish ever since her old school boyfriend insisted she wear them for him. She had since worn them almost every day of her life from plus 90 degree summer days to the crazy cold of winter. Nylons were part of who she was, like her brown hair, blue eyes and 34b breasts.

Jasmine was also surprised to see this attractive black woman in pantyhose. They seemed to be so out in 2014 (which was a shame because they definitely enhanced the seductive allure of any woman) and other than Bethany, who wore them with her cheerleader’s outfit, no other students of colour ever wore nylons (a few wore tights, but they are about as sexy as a sweatshirt).

“Her grades are not why I’m here,” Janet continued, dangling her five inch power heel on the end of her foot. Her daughter was confident that Mrs. Walker was submissive, bi-curious and had a nylon fetish. Bethany was sure that this sweet, innocent looking teacher wore thigh high stockings underneath her dresses and skirts, and even with her jeans on casual Friday. Janet was determined to find out if her daughter was correct on all three assessments.

Although Bethany was a chip off her mother’s block, having seduced and dommed six white classmates in her senior year, she still doubted herself with adult white women. Although she desperately wanted her first MILF to be her English teacher, she wasn’t confident enough to pull it off.

Thus, with Christmas just a couple of weeks away, Janet decided this teacher would be an early Christmas present for her daughter.

“So what is your concern?” Mrs. Walker asked, surprised that this interview may not go as expected and suddenly scolding herself for telling the principal he could go home, even after he offered to stick around in case he was needed (but Jasmine was confident this interview was just a formality, like most ‘A’ students’, where parents just came to get the kudos of praise that always followed).

“Bethany thinks you have a crush on her,” Janet revealed.

“Pardon?” Jasmine gasped. Those were the last words she thought could possibly be said to her. Although her darkest, pun intended, fantasy was to be seduced and dommed by a student, particularly a black student, these were not desires she felt she remotely revealed in the classroom. No doubt, Bethany’s long black legs in those amazingly shiny pantyhose caught her attention every game day, football season and now basketball season, but she didn’t think anyone noticed her sly glances.

“She’s convinced you’re a lesbian,” Janet bluntly said, uncrossing and re-crossing her legs like Sharon Stone in the classic scene in the movie ‘Basic Instinct’.

Jasmine couldn’t help but watch in awe, just like Michael Douglas did in that same movie, as she stammered, pulling herself from the sultry action in front of her, “I-I-I’m married.”

“So am I,” Janet replied right back, “but there is something very special and sacred when two women are intimate”.

Jasmine was floored. Her fantasies for years, ever since she secretly began writing porn stories on Literotica, originally predominantly lesbian porn stories, had been to make her lesbian curiosity a reality. She was a complete submissive for her husband, thus the reason she was currently wearing thigh highs under her black skirt and why she was also sans underwear at the moment. Yet, she couldn’t read this beautiful black woman, ‘was she hitting on me?’ She pondered.

“Speechless,” Janet smiled, swinging her leg like the pendulum on a clock. “They say a picture is worth a thousand words and the look on your face speaks volumes.”

“I don’t,” the flustered teacher began. “I mean, I think this is,” she stopped. “I think we should keep our conversation to Bethany.”

“Of course,” Janet agreed with a smile. “So Bethany believes you have a nylon fetish. Is that true?”

Jasmine couldn’t believe how everything this black mother said was true. She tried to answer without giving away her sexual perversion. “I do like to wear nylons,” she admitted.

“Stand up,” Janet ordered, “let’s see what you are wearing right now.”

“Excuse me?” Jasmine questioned, surprised again by the bluntness of this mother. She was used to bluntness by parents, but it was usually over her hard grading or high expectations.

“Stand up now,” Janet repeated, her tone shifting to much firmer.

She didn’t know exactly why, partly because of the tone of the woman and partly out of an inner psychological need to obey, but she stood up.

“Walk over to the front of your desk,” Janet instructed next.

Mrs. Walker protested, sensing this conversation getting completely out of her control, “Mrs. Jones, I must insist….”

“Now!” Janet firmly ordered, her tone no nonsense.

Again the submissive teacher, feeling an undeniable wetness in her cunt, felt compelled to obey. She walked out from behind her desk and soon stood in front of the intriguing woman.

“Bethany is confident that underneath the teacher’s attire you wear to school each day you are actually wearing thigh high stockings, is that true?”

Mrs. Walker couldn’t believe how observant Bethany was. Every skirt and dress was plenty long enough to hide the lace tops of her expensive pure silk stockings, so she was bewildered that the cheerleader could notice such things. She stammered. “S-s-sometimes.”

“Right now?” Janet queried.

“Yes,” Jasmine admitted, feeling compelled to answer honestly.

“Oops,” Janet said, all diva dramatic, as her heel hit the floor. “Could you get that for me?”

Jasmine knew immediately, having written sexual seduction scenes just like this in her stories, what this mother was doing (although the feeling was surreal that fantasy was potentially becoming reality), yet she silently, bent down and grabbed the clearly very expensive shoe. She went to hand it to Mrs. Jones when she was stopped.

“Please put it back on my foot, Mrs. Walker,” Janet ordered, this seduction going exactly as planned. Sometimes seducing white women took work: psychological manipulation or blackmail, but this one was just going to be a smooth transition from taking a white woman’s secret fantasy and making it a very, very concrete reality.

Jasmine again knew this was crossing so many professional lines, knew she should stand up to this woman, yet she again obeyed, putting the heel back on the mother’s foot and briefly feeling the smooth silk of the pantyhose, which immediately triggered a pulsation to her now needy cunt.

“Thank you,” Janet smiled, looking down at the flustered, red cheeked teacher.

“No problem,” Jasmine nodded, standing back up, trying to make like it wasn’t a big deal.

“So two of three of Bethany’s assessments are true,” Janet continued her sly seduction of the cute teacher.

The teacher was rattled and completely out of her element, feeling suddenly like a character in one of her many stories. A rush of excitement and an undeniable wetness lightly leaking from her cunt was countered by the anxiety of the unknown and the risk of her career. Jasmine nervously asked, “What did Bethany tell you?”

“First, that you were wearing thigh highs underneath your teacher attire,” Janet began. “Second that you are a lesbian. Obviously that is not true, you are married and all, but there is little doubt you are curious if not bisexual.”

Jasmine couldn’t believe how accurate Bethany and Mrs. Jones were. Yes, she always wore thigh high stockings, and yes she was bisexual, although relations between women were far and long between.

“Third,” Mrs. Jones listed, “she sensed you’re submissive, which now seems pretty obvious, doesn’t it?”

Jasmine’s already red face burned more. At home, she was incredibly submissive to her husband in the bedroom, as she also had been to a couple of her earlier boyfriends (none of them truly understood just how much she wanted to be controlled in the bedroom or how far she was willing to go…thankfully her husband did). Yet, at work she was a strong-willed, no nonsense teacher, although also very personable and compassionate.

“Again, a picture is worth a thousand words,” Janet smiled, before adding, “or your silence speaks volumes. Whichever cliché you like best.”

Jasmine really wasn’t sure what to say. She was a terrible liar and everyone had always told her as much and thus she didn’t want to be caught in a lie.

Janet continued, “So, the question becomes what to do about it.”

The teacher finally said, knowing if she didn’t speak soon she would end up in a predicament she couldn’t control, “Mrs. Jones, I’m beginning to get very uncomfortable with this conversation.”

“I imagine your cunt is also very uncomfortable right now, I bet there’s a great discomfort in your panties, isn’t there?” Janet playfully asked, swearing for the first time.

Jasmine couldn’t deny the truth of that statement, she could feel the wetness slither slowly down her leg, cursing her decision to not wear underwear. Yet, she responded, trying to somehow prevent what she was already confident was on Mrs. Jones’ mind, “This is not the place for this conversation.”

“Where is?” Janet queried. “My house with Bethany home? Your house with your husband and children home? No, no, I think this is the perfect place for this conversation. No one else is here, other than the night janitor, and it’s unlikely he will be coming this way.”

Jasmine was overwhelmed. Even though the offer hadn’t been verbalized, part of her was already willing to just drop to her knees in front of this beautiful black woman, yet the trepidation of impacting her job and family kept her at bay…although the strength to resist, if the offer was actually made, was already brittle.

“Do you like Christmas?” Janet asked out of the blue.

Jasmine was surprised by the shift in conversation, but pointed to the nativity scene on the back wall, a Charlie Brown one, and joked, “I wish it could be Christmas season all year round.”

“It can be,” Janet smiled, “I believe you would be the perfect gift for my daughter.”

“Pardon?” Jasmine questioned, realizing instantly the true purpose of this strange conversation, even more complex than she anticipated.

Ignoring the white teacher’s bewildered look, the experienced seductress continued, “But do you know what is missing?”

“What?” Jasmine asked, skeptically, sensing the answer would be another piece of the puzzle that was all coming together right in front of her eyes, Jasmine knowing she was being played like a fiddle and unable to stop the music.

“Mistletoe,” Janet answered. “You have a nativity scene, you have candy canes on your desk, your door is already decorated like a Christmas tree, but no mistletoe. Although I guess that makes sense in a classroom, I’m sure you are not supposed to encourage kissing.” Bethany had told her of Mrs. Walker’s love for Christmas, and she figured she would use it for the climactic submission.

Jasmine nodded, “Yes, I’m not sure the admin would be a big fan of that.”

“Thankfully, I brought my own,” Janet revealed, the seduction almost complete, pulling it out of her purse.

“Y-y-you did?” Jasmine stammered, even though she knew exactly where this was going, or at least she thought she did.

“Yes,” Janet smiled, as she stood up, lifted up her dress to reveal she too was wearing thigh highs, and placed the mistletoe just above her cunt, “It is the festive thing to do.”

Jasmine stared at the black woman’s shaved pussy in complete paralysis. This was one of her greatest fantasies, to be seduced by a black woman. All she had to do was obey like a good submissive, something she always did at home.

Janet smiled to herself as she watched the teacher stare at her cunt. She instructed, gently, “Go ahead, and give my pussy lips a big kiss.”

Jasmine’s head was a muddled mess. She knew she should demand this woman leave; she knew she should bluntly refuse the offer just given; yet, like so many of her characters in her stories she felt the weight of her body suddenly too heavy to carry, she felt her knees so weak and desperately needing to rest, she felt herself lowering to the floor, her eyes never breaking eye contact with the beautiful shaved black pussy.

“Now crawl to me, my teacher pet,” Janet instructed, guiding her pet-to-be.

Hearing the words ‘teacher pet’, words she had used distinctly in her stories, only enhanced both the wetness between her legs and the desire to obey. Yet, it also made her briefly wonder if somehow this woman knew of her secret erotica writing persona. But in the end, her true submissive nature, her unbridled desire for a black woman, overrode common sense as she got on all fours, like a real pet, and crawled the brief distance to the mother of one of her students.

“Good girl,” Janet purred, knowing positive endearing, slightly humiliating terms were critical in the full training of a woman like Jasmine. As mentioned, sometimes a seduction is aggressive, sometimes it’s manipulative, but sometimes tenderness is what is needed.

Jasmine felt a chill go up her spine at the strange compliment, knowing it was meant to both encourage and set the hierarchy in place.

“Go ahead, my pet, give me a nice big kiss,” Janet offered, spreading her legs even wider.

Jasmine couldn’t resist any longer, consequences be damned, her fantasy was becoming reality and nothing else mattered other than complete submission to this beautiful black goddess. She leaned forward and kissed the slightly wet pussy lips.

“Hmmmmm,” Janet moaned, always loving the moment when a white woman’s lips made contact with her cunt lips. “Maybe you should use some tongue,” she added playfully.

Jasmine obeyed without hesitation, as she began to explore the black woman’s pussy lips. Her taste was stronger and more exotic than others she had tasted, and after just a couple licks she knew she was addicted. She wondered, ‘Does Bethany taste like this too?’ And then scolded herself for having such a naughty thought about her student, even though apparently Bethany assumed she already had been.

“That’s it, my teacher pet, enjoy your early Christmas present,” Janet continued, enjoying the woman’s eager and somewhat experienced tongue. Although the greatest rush came from turning a white racist bitch into a cunt licker, this rare sweet seduction was a nice change of pace. While not romantic, it was a tender moment, unlike most of her other seductions.

Jasmine continued licking, not able to satiate her hunger for pussy once it was given to her and she did indeed see this as a great present, one that she wanted to unwrap completely with her tongue.

Mrs. Jones often struggled to come while standing, so she moved to the teacher’s desk, spread her legs and quipped, “They say an apple a day keeps the doctor away, but I think a black pussy a day makes a white woman’s day.”

Jasmine, disappointed briefly when the delicious cunt moved away, quickly moved back in front of the woman and buried her face in her cunt. She desperately wanted to get her off, to taste her cunt cum, and to be a good teacher pet. She licked and lapped, she roamed and teased, until the breathing of the black mother increased. Like in her stories, and few lesbian encounters, she knew this was the time to concentrate on the clit.

“Oh God,” Janet moaned as the eager teacher flicked her tongue onto her very sensitive clit. “That’s it, my teacher pet, I bet you are dying to taste my cum.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Jasmine quickly answered, like the submissive she was, before she realized her faux pas. Yet she was too far gone to correct herself, the word out, the natural consequences would follow as Mrs. Jones decided.

“Yes, you little teacher slut, you will make a good pet for meeee,” Janet smiled, slightly surprised by the term Mistress being used, although it expedited the conversation that was to follow once this white pet training was done.

Being called a slut always turned Jasmine on because she craved to be one. Craved to eat teenage pussy, craved to suck black cock, craved to be gangbanged, craved to be ass fucked and craved to be used as a complete submissive slave for the pleasure of a Mistress. Cunt juice trickled down her leg as she continued licking, sensing the orgasmic eruption was imminent.

“Here it comesssssss, my white teacher slutttt,” Janet declared, knowing she would be a very eager addition to her harem of white woman.

Unlike the other women she had pleasured, this black woman was a squirter. Jasmine had researched this, and seen it in the movies, but never seen it or felt it in real life. She felt her face coated with wetness as she continued lapping up the taste of decadence. The black woman’s cum was unexplainably addictive, a taste unlike any she had ever had. She didn’t want the fountain of pussy juice to end as she savoured every drop of pussy perfection.

Janet had seen eager white pussy pleasers, had created quite a few herself through training, but none had been as obedient, eager and thorough as this white teacher. She knew she would be a long term pet addition and also knew she would obey and submit to her daughter if told to. Once her orgasm was done, she gently pushed the still licking pet away and asked, “Are your panties wet?”

Jasmine no longer the teacher of this woman’s daughter, but rather the submissive pet of this black woman and feeling totally at home on her knees, and wanting to impress and shock her new Mistress answered with a playful smile, looking up from her submissive position, “My panties can’t be wet.”

“Why’s that?” Janet asked, intrigued by the odd tone of the teacher.

“I’m not wearing any,” Jasmine revealed with a naughty smile.

“You really prove the theory appearances can be deceiving,” Janet said, actually surprised by her pet’s naughtiness.

Jasmine smiled, still on her knees, “My husband tells me I’m an enigma.”

“That you are,” Janet smiled, while grabbing a candy cane from the festive Santa coffee cup. She asked, “Do you want to come, my pet?”

The horny teacher, her face still wet with pussy juice, admitted, somehow needing to show how willing she was to be a good pet, “Desperately, Mistress.”

“Go sit on my daughter’s desk,” Janet instructed.

Jasmine stood up, moved to a front row desk, directly in front of her own desk, and sat on top of it.

“Should’ve known that Bethany would sit directly in front of the teacher she wanted to seduce,” Janet said, amused. She stood up and instructed, “Now let’s see that wet white cunt of yours.”

Jasmine obeyed, awkwardly pulling her skirt up and without any shame showing her shaved cunt.

“Shaved,” Janet nodded approvingly, “you really are one intriguing teacher.”

“A Brazilian,” Jasmine admitted, continually trying to seek complete approval from this seductress.

Janet handed Jasmine the candy cane and ordered, “Merry Christmas, fuck yourself with it.”

It was Jasmine’s turn to be surprised as she took the candy cane. She looked at the candy cane, her favourite snack, and slowly moved it to her cunt. Closing her eyes, she rubbed the candy cane up and down her pussy lips before sliding it inside.

“Good pet,” Janet purred, watching the sweet teacher fuck herself.

Jasmine was so wet and so horny that she rapidly fucked herself with the makeshift cock. She wished it was longer and wider, but just the thought that she was doing this in her classroom, in front of a parent, enhanced the task and she was soon moaning.

Janet filmed the teacher masturbation scene with her phone. She wasn’t anticipating any issues, but it was always good to have blackmailing evidence just in case. She asked, “What are you?”

“Your pet,” Jasmine moaned, the whole candy cane disappearing inside her.

“What else?” the mother continued.

“Your white sluuuuuuut,” Jasmine declared, loving the racial aspect of her submission.

“And you’ll always obey?” Janet questioned.

“Yesssssssss,” Mrs. Walker agreed, knowing the words she was saying were true. She would undoubtedly drop to her knees in a heartbeat for another taste of her black pussy. Her orgasm was so close, she began tapping her own clit while slamming her cunt with the small fuck toy.

Janet ordered, as she moved to her ear and whispered, “Come, my white teacher pet.”

“Kkkkkkk,” the teacher moaned, as her orgasm ripped through her, the hot breath the trigger point to complete bliss.

“Such a good obedient slut,” Janet continued, as she tugged on her pet’s earlobe.

Jasmine couldn’t believe how hard her orgasm hit, her whole body giving in unconditionally to the taboo pleasure of complete submission.

Janet ordered, “Look at me, my teacher pet.”

Jasmine opened her eyes, the candy cane still inside her. She saw the camera likely filming her, but assuming she had been filmed throughout her act of submission, she didn’t cover herself up. Instead, she said, “Thank you, Mistress.”

“For what?” Janet asked, loving how obedient the teacher was.

“For seeing through my outer shell and pulling out the inner slut I’ve been dying to allow out to play,” Jasmine answered, staring at the camera.

“And what are you?” the black Mistress asked.

“A white slut for black cunt,” Jasmine answered, while opening the door for the opportunity to submit sexually to her black student, “for all black cunt.”

“You want to eat out my daughter, don’t you?” Janet asked.

“Yes, Mistress,” Jasmine nodded. “I have for some time now.”

Janet smiled, “Well, I think I know exactly what I’m getting Bethany for Christmas.”

“A white teacher slut,” Jasmine answered, taking the candy cane from her cunt and putting it in her mouth.

“Damn, I may have to keep you for myself,” Janet smiled, this white slut turning her on again.

“Well, I’m your submissive,” the teacher said, as she sucked her own pussy cum off the candy cane.

“Knees,” Janet ordered.

“Yes, Mistress,” Jasmine agreed, getting off the desk and returning to her knees, hoping she was going to be allowed to taste black pussy again.

“A snack to go?” Janet asked.

Jasmine answered by leaning forward and again licking perfection.

As the white teacher pet again licked her, Janet smiled as she knew she would indeed be the best present ever for Bethany.

THE END

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This is a part two of the original Megan Dream

After graduation in the Spring of my senior year I decided to go to the city’s college for a year, not because I wasn’t smart enough, but so I could get past Megan and all that had happened during senior year. I needed to sort some things out and doing this was enough to get started; also I needed a reason to get out of my Dad’s house. Megan and I were just fuck buddies when she or I was horny; mostly just fucking emptily in the bathroom or somewhere we were at the time. Once we fucked each other’s brains out on the football practice field after the Prom, her date thought she was in the bathroom getting ready, not fucking another girl. I wanted something more from her and Megan just wanted to do what she wanted, no strings attached or commitment to each other. So as August came up I packed my things for college and tried to move on past my past and the feelings that Megan gave me when she and I fucked each other.

My swim class was next to the high school that Megan went to as a junior. Every day that I past the school I caught glimpses of her in her P.E. class. She had the last P.E. class of the day and from experience it was the hard core class where running until you puked was normal. She always looks sexy running and fuckable whenever I drove by. One day I decided that I would go to class late just so I could watch her run around the track. She wore mini cloth shorts that had the school’s logo on the side, and had the mandatory school P.E. shirt, a loosely fitting grey mess that had some stupid saying on it. They got a new one each year. Even thought the shirt was overly baggy on her I could still see her frail figure faintly traced in it. Even with her hair tied in a high pony-tail on her head and slapping her face she still was goddess like to me. I even loved the way her ass juggled as she ran, bouncing up and down like she was fucking some guy’s dick.
Before I knew it the class was moving back to the football practice field for the next workout they were doing. I had a few seconds to hide or it would all be over. Just before Megan walked past my car I dove under the wheel and tried to not make the car move. From the side view mirror I saw her past by, look at the car, then scratch her face. But deep in my mind I thought that I saw a small smile flash across her face. Almost like she knew that I had been watching her run and liked it. I quickly erased the thought and resituated myself in the car, revving the engine and sped out of the parking lot to the pool next door desperately wanting a reason to get Megan out of my mind.

The locker room was empty as the last few of the girls from my class gathered their things and walked out. I decided to be really slow today, blaming it on the five hundred I had to do before the end of class. In actuality, a five hundred was nothing for me I just didn’t want anyone to sense that I was somewhere else; thinking about Megan. Why did I have to stop and watch her run? Why did she have to have class outside on the days that I drive past the school? These questions plagued my mind and gnawed at my senses.
The cool floor of the locker room felt nice on my overheated soles, and the dripped water didn’t bother too. But when I rounded the corner to get to my locker I found that Chelsea, a girl I swam with a couple times was still in the room. She was getting dressed and trying to text at the same time. She looked like she didn’t even know that I was watching her display of stupidity.
Chelsea was a freshman like me, but she was a junior that had graduated early with the seniors, so I knew her a bit from high school. She was almost a goddess to with her athletic build that supported her 34C breasts and fat ass. I always liked it when I swam next to her, just so that I could watch her ass moving as she kicked in the water. It didn’t hurt that her boobs sometimes can a little out of her suit so that you could see the areolas of her nipples.
Chelsea knew almost everyone from school and still went over there to just take the college credit classes that were open to anyone. She knew Megan from the French class she did, but not anything more. I dare not ask her anything about Megan just out of fear that she might tell Megan that I was asking about her or connect that I was once Megan’s fuck-buddy.
After staring at Chelsea for a few seconds I went back to going to my locker and grabbing my things. I was only dressed in a pair of panties with panda bears on them and a black sports bra. I hated my own boobs and how big they were, yet guys thought the size was the best. I tried to stay quiet enough that I could get pants on before Chelsea saw me and tried to talk to me. But I didn’t make it, she heard me.
“Trisha, hey.” She didn’t look at me but I knew she was trying to hear what I was doing.
“Hi.”
“I saw you at the high school, in your car parked by the track when students were running on it.”
She saw! She saw me staring at Megan and she connected the pieces! I was dead and I knew it. Quickly I turned to her playing dumb, trying to not make eye contact. “Really? Well I had to stop somewhere to get my phone out and answer a call. I don’t like to talk when I’m driving.”
“Cut the bull Trish. I really know why you were there. I know more then you thought.” She had turned towards me, looking at me, looking down at me.
“W-w-what?!”
“I knew you were looking at Megan Donovan. She told me about you and her. How you two were little fuck buddies. I don’t just go to French because I like the language, I go for the gossip. And that chick Megan, she mentioned that she and this chick fucked once in the English hall girls’ bathroom. After a few days of pretending to be her pal and talking about my class she mentioned that you were the one she fucked. Have to say, she is hot.”
I was speechless and couldn’t find the words that I wanted to say. Megan told someone about what she and I did in that bathroom at times. Why or who could she? Nothing, no answer was coming to my mind. It was blank.
“You were watching her? Weren’t you?”
“No…”
“Trish.” She was now standing right next to my still looking down at me.
“Fine, sure I was. But I’m trying to get her out of my mind. I wanted more but she didn’t. So it ended and I’m trying to forget it.”
“Well I know for a fact that she is trying to do the same thing and is having trouble doing it. Why don’t you just go and talk to her sometime and see what both of you should do. Just a suggestion.” And with that she gave me a quick hug and left the locker room making me think that she must have been on something to think that she was right about what she had said. Snapping back to the world I finished getting dressed and quickly packed my crap, avoiding the puddles of water to get out of the room.
As I left the building the swim instructor waved at me and yelled that I better be ready for next week when we were doing Fartlicks. I just waved back and gave a small yippy as I opened the door and walked out into the cool fall air. My car was parked all the way in the back of the parking lot and with the rest of the free swim people’s cars it was almost impossible to get to. But I swiftly made it past manly cars and overly expensive cars of wannabe players to make it to my little piece of junk. But even from a few feet away I saw that someone was waiting for me, leaning on my car.
Carefully I neared me car, not being able to tell who it was. They had a baggy hoodie on over their head, obscuring their face. All I saw of knowing it was a chick was the short running shorts with the high school logo on the side. My mind rushed through every possible reason someone could be leaning on my car. I knew they weren’t waiting for me, Kelly was in Maine and Joe, had too manly of legs for it to even be him. Slowly I got up right next to the end of my car and finally let the words escape my mouth. “Hello, may I help you?” to myself I sounded too childish and immature that if they were waiting for me they had to be laughing about now.
They didn’t answer back, instead turn to me and looked me square in the eye. I was face to face with Megan, standing at my car with me half wet from the pool and half wet from seeing her again. She looked like she had just come from class, but since my class gets over before the high schools even out she had to have ditched.
“Megan?!” I must have sounded surprised because she finally talked.
“Don’t look like you haven’t seen me in awhile. I know for a fact that you were at the school an hour ago, in your car, parked next to the track. You were watching me weren’t you?” she still looked like a goddess, even with the Beetles jacket obscuring most of her face. I just wanted to throw her against my car and make-out with her right here in the pool’s parking lot. I didn’t even care who saw, I just wanted her. But I restrained myself and let her finish saying why she was here.
“No, I just needed to stop to get something and when I saw your class coming I hid. I’m not stalking you.”
“That’s sad, cause I think it would be hot if you were stalking me. I would be doing it.” She got extremely close to me, letting her hood fall back off her head. Her icy blue eyes held me in place, inciting the fire already burning me up. “I know that I said that I just wanted to do whatever I wanted, but when you were gone I came to what I really wanted. I watched you graduate when my brother was graduating too. I just couldn’t keep you out of my mind and now I want more.”
She slowly touched my arm, pulling me close to her. She still was taller than me and she used that as a way to get closer to my face. Her lips tasted like roses, memories of the first fuck flooded my mind and I let everything go. Roughly, I grabbed her head and shoved my tongue into her mouth, nibbling on her lower lip. Megan’s hands were on my ass, helping to lift me up a bit. We would have gone further but it wasn’t going to fly doing it here.
“Get in the car!” I demanded, she obeyed.
Jumping in I revved the engine and we went off somewhere to finish what was already building. Megan couldn’t keep her hands off me and was trying to fondle me through the think fabric of my sweatpants. I shifted enough for to be able to get better in and fuel her fire.
Finally we screeched to a halt at my apartment building and I grabbed her in a rush to get to my room as fast as we could. Soon we were in my apartment and she had her jacket off, she still on the gym clothes I had seen her in. She grabbed my shirt and ripped it off leaving my top with only a thin sports bra. Megan took the opportunity to thrust her tongue back in my mouth and shove her hands down my pants. Her finger found its way to my burning cunt and shoved up into me. Instantly a gasp escaped my mouth as she thrust in and out, motivating me to peel her top off. She too wore a sports bra, her tits trying to pop out of the constricting fabric.
Megan quickly added one more finger to her trusting and with the other hand moved my bra up to unleash my breasts. It was exotic as she pleased me better then she had ever had before. I wanted to return the favor too so I shoved her bra up and started sucking on her left nipple. She responded with lustful gasps of breaths. Her nipples were fully erect and just begging to be tittie-fucked. Each tit was fully engorged, turning purple from the amount of blood rushing to them.
“Oh! Oh! Oh Trisha!” Megan’s cries urged me on as I also shoved my hand into her pussy and teased her clit as she was teasing me. Her breaths matched mine as I grew closer to an orgasm, but I fought it off. Sounds of skin scraping skin filled the soundless room. Carefully arching my fingers I curved them to better hit her G-spot. Doing this caused her body’s muscles to contract and get ready for whatever was coming. She imitated me, biting my lower lip drawing blood.
Abruptly Megan stopped fucking me and pushed me to my bed, shoved me onto it, pulling my pants and panties off. Now I was fully naked, and she peeled the rest of her clothing off too. Her skin felt soft on mine and she smelled wonderful. I pulled her vagina to my mouth and quickly started to suck her off, pleasing her more then she could handle. I wasn’t doing it for a minute before she climaxed and soaked me in her juices. I just kept licking it all up as she tried to muffle her screams of pure pleasure. Her whole body shook as she slowly came down from the clouds and back to the room. Almost rag doll like, she slumped down on me and breathed deeply.
“What about me?” I jokingly said as she flipped to kiss me.
“I’m getting there.” Her hand kept thrusting into me, rubbing every inch of my pussy lovingly. Just the friction from her hand’s movement was enough to get me going. Slowly I found myself getting higher and higher to the end I wanted. But before I could reach it Megan took her hand out and flipped me over. She covered my eyes with a blanket and I felt something long and hard being shoved into me. I tried to find out what it was, but all my sense were numbed from the tormenting pleasure I was getting. It wasn’t until a small pulsing sensation filled my groin did I understand it was a vibrator.
“Borrowed this from a girl in my P.E. class, told her I needed it for the night. She didn’t seem worried that I was asking for it.” Megan’s words echoed in my head as I finally found my climax and felt my whole vaginal muscles contract around the fake dick. Megan licked up all I gave, giving my clitoris a quick suck for a few seconds at times through this.
When my orgasm had subsisted and Megan took the blanket off my head did I grab her by her waist and shove her pussy back into my mouth. I wanted more, and she had it all. She knew what I wanted and urged me on. “Oh ya bitch! Eat me out! Fuck me like no guy can you fucking whore! Fuck yes!” I was eating her out while shoving two fingers in and out of her asshole. The pleasure I was giving her was almost enough to get her off again, but I didn’t want that to happen, not yet.
Just before she climaxed for the second time I stopped and pulled out a sheet wrapped into a rope. I tied her hands behind her and then tied her feet to the foot of my bed. So here she laid, legs wide open to anyone to fuck and her hands behind her back, unless to assist. Megan got right into it, shouting encouragement at me. “Fuck me! Fuck me like you did when we first fucked!” I loved it when she cussed at me; it made me even hornier for her. Finally tied down I grabbed the fake dick she shoved in me and shoved it in her ass, set to low. The small pulses coming from her ass was barely enough to urge her on. But she loved it still.
With the dick in her ass I straddled her, forcing her to eat me out as she tried to get off on the small pulses coming from her ass. She licked and bit my swollen clit, sending waves of lust through me. I could smell the vaginal secretions flowing from me onto her face as she continued to lick and eat me out. She even tongue fucked me, darting in and out, forcing my body to tighten with every fuck. Quickly I increased the vibrators speed one notch and let her sink back into the intense sensations now attacking her.
“I love watching you tied up and being forced to fuck me. You play prisoner so well.” I kept pinching my own tits, just loving how her mouth was skilled enough to get me off just from that. By now my own tits were engorged and sensitive to the touch. Just one lick could have sealed my orgasm into being a full-blown mind and body fucking orgasm. The image of how this all started kept flashing around in my mind. Her fucking me in the girls’ bathroom while everyone was in classes. And then us doing it again and again and again.
“Fuck!” I heard her mumble as we climaxed together with me falling limp onto her body. She kept riding in out because of the dick lodged in her ass still going. Sweat poured off her now glissading body as she pleaded with me to pull the dick out and let her play. Even though I would have loved to see her go until she blacked out I did as she asked, taking the vibrator dick out but shoving it into my own cunt, dialing it to full blast.
I was overtaken by my own want to fuck my brains out and slam this toy into me. Megan watched helpless to play with me as I pounded the dick in and out of me with the vibrator going full blast. Juice flowed everywhere and soon I had reached the end. One last shove broke the barrier between pleasure and lust for me as a huge orgasm ripped through me, causing me to buckle my legs and fall to the bed, still climaxing. Megan groaned to get free to lick up my lust as my orgasm continued but she couldn’t’ get free.
Finally after two minutes it all ended and I went limp, only my breathing could be seen. The dick was still in me, going full blast but I was numb to it. Megan had managed to get free from her bonds and was licking my clit, now engorged with blood. She even pulled the dick out and shoved it in her pussy as she lay next to me, sucking my nipple.
“Even better than last year.” She playfully pinched the other nipple that wasn’t being sucked. “Maybe we should keep doing this but with one suggestion.”
Still breathless I answered, “What?”
“You come and visit me after school and take me out somewhere. I wanna try this dating thing with you.”

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Becky and her mother wake up her father using their busty tits!

Editing Reality

Book One: Naughty Fantasies Created

Chapter Fifteen: Ripples of Change

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note: Thanks to WRC 264 for beta reading this.

James Davis

Mom was home from her trip to Vegas. I could hear my sisters squealing in delight. They were going to have an orgy I bet. Dad was a lucky guy. I glanced back at my own two girls sitting on my bed, Ruri flipping through a textbook, Orihime playing on her phone.

I was still feeling proud of drawing Rei, of creating another girl out of nothing. I had sketched with pencil her, given her shape out of nothing, then inked her into existence. I glanced at the Coptic marker that I had used to draw the final lines, feeling the power that I’d imbued in it.

It was incredible that I could do this. Why hadn’t it occurred to me to try and make others? I conjured Orihime and Ruri a few weeks ago. Maybe I was just too caught up in the joy of bringing my two girlfriends to life.

My two favorite waifus, as those of us into Anime called a cute girl we had a crush on.

“I feel like drawing something else,” I said, turning in my computer chair to face my girls. “Wonder what I should create?”

Orihime set her phone down, a smile on her lips. Her blue eyes had a sparkle, her orange hair, a shade no natural woman had, framing her mischievous face. Her large tits swelled the front of her white blouse, the top few buttons were undone to show off a hint of her cleavage. “Whatever you want,” she said, then glanced at Ruri. “It just makes her hot that you’re creating girls for other guys to love.”

Ruri’s back stiffened. The petite girl looked up from the textbook, her purple eyes looking alarmed. “Of course not! That’s ridiculous.”

I smiled as color spotted Ruri cheeks, her light-blue hair, gathered in a pair of pigtails, swaying about her face as she squirmed. My dick twitched in my pants at how cute my petite lover looked. “I think you’re protesting a bit much, Ruri.”

“I’m not, James,” Ruri said, her purple eyes flashing to me.

“I think we need to know,” I said. “Right, Orihime?”

She nodded her head, her large tits jiggling. They were such beautiful breasts. “Yep. We have to know if it makes you wet or not.”

“So, let’s see, Ruri,” I said, giving her a big grin. “Hike your skirt and drop your panties.”

“James!” she moaned. The petite girl trembled. “I don’t. You don’t have to make me do this.”

I arched an eyebrow at her. “Do I have to take them off myself.”

She tightened her jaw. “Fine.”

She slipped the textbook off her lap and stood up. She was short and slender, the gray skirt of her college’s school uniform swirled around her thighs. She didn’t have Orihime’s large tits, but just the slightest swelling pressing against her blouse. Her slender fingers grabbed her skirt and yanked it up, exposing a pair of light-blue panties, a little bow on the front.

“Cute,” Orihime said, looking down. “Is that a dark spot?”

“Are you getting wet, Ruri?” I asked, my dick swelling harder.

Her cheeks were scarlet now. “You’re both so mean! Both idiots!”

She shoved her panties down, exposing her hairless pussy, her slit virginal tight, a delicious crease parting her plump vulva. There was a glistening sheen to her flesh, the unmistakable sight of a juicy snatch.

“Someone’s horny,” said Orihime. She darted her hand between Ruri’s thighs and swiped a finger across the petite girl’s vulva. Ruri gasped as Orihime held up her finger, coated in dew. “Yep, makes you wet.”

“I have a wet pussy because you made me take off my panties!” Ruri complained. “You’re both mean idiots!”

“You love it,” I said, standing up. Her pussy looked so hungry. “You like to pretend you’re not a horny, little minx, Ruri. That’s what makes you cute.”

I ruffled her hair as I passed her, caressing the top of her head. Her cheeks kept burning, but her eyes softened. A smile played on her lips for a moment. I loved her personality. First, she was tsun-tsun, as the Japanese called it, angry and feisty. Then she was dere-dere, loving and delicious. Tsundere was a hot trope.

I fell back on the bed beside Orihime. “Come sit on my face, Ruri,” I said, hungry to taste her pussy. I could hear my family in the master bedroom, my sisters having fun with Mom and Dad. It was turning me on. “I’ll make you feel good as an apology for picking on you.”

“James…” Ruri said, trembling. Then she sprang at the bed, her pigtails bouncing.

“Mmm, someone’s a horny minx wanting to get her pussy eaten!” Orihime said.

“Idiot,” hissed Ruri. “And you wouldn’t be eager?”

“Oh, I would,” Orihime said, unbuttoning her blouse. “I think I’ll have some fun, too. Playing with James’s cock.”

“You’re big boobs make you such a horny slut,” Ruri said as she straddled me. I stared up at her hairless pussy, half-shadowed by her skirt.

“Such a horny slut,” Orihime said, her blouse open, her large tits held in place by a pink bra.

Then Ruri descended. Her skirt fell over my face, plunging me into a wonderful darkness. A spicy musk filled my nose, then hot, bare pussy lips pressed on my mouth. I groaned as I took the first lick. Ruri gasped, squirming on me as the spicy delight filled my mouth.

She groaned as I lapped at her vulva. Her juices flowed into my mouth as I caressed through her folds. I teased her. Enjoyed her. My tongue explored through her petals, licking her labia. I brushed her clit, making her squeal in delight.

My hands found her thighs. I stroked up and down her silky skin as she ground that wonderful cunt on my mouth. My tongue penetrated into her depths, stirring around in her. She squeezed her thighs about my face, moaning in delight as I feasted on her. It was such a treat to enjoy.

“James!” Ruri moaned. “Oh, James, yes! Oh, your tongue. You’re doing such naughty things with your tongue.”

“He’s just wonderful and loving in that way,” purred Orihime.

She unfastened my slacks. My zipper rasped as my tongue swirled through Ruri’s cunt. Then Orihime’s fingers opened my fly. She tugged my pants down, working them off my ass and thighs. My dick throbbed in my boxers as I feasted on Ruri’s cunt.

Then Orihime’s fingers tugged on my boxers. I groaned as the cotton rubbed against the tip of my cock. I popped out. A moan burst from Ruri’s lips. Her thighs flexed beneath my grip, her pussy squirming across my mouth.

“Ooh, did that make you excited?” Orihime asked. “Seeing James’s cock?”

“No!” Ruri gasped. “Just… James brushed my clit. That’s all.”

“Riiiiight!” Orihime said. “His dick makes me so wet!”

“I’m not a big-booby slut like you, idiot!” moaned Ruri. Then she groaned, “Oh, yes, James, that’s good!”

“Mmm, you’re not a big-booby slut, but a flat-chested whore for James,” Orihime said. “You’re just jealous that you can’t do this.”

Warm, soft, pillowy flesh wrapped about my cock. I groaned at the feel of Orihime’s tits around my dick. It was such a treat to enjoy. My shaft throbbed as she squeezed those breasts tight then worked them up and down, teasing the crown.

“I’m not jealous!” Ruri moaned, her pussy grinding on my mouth. “James loves my little titties. He likes that I’m a petite girl, and not a big-titty whore like you!”

“That’s why he’s so hard between my tits!” Orihime moaned.

“I love you both!” I groaned, squeezing my hands. “Damn, your pussy tastes good Ruri, and your tits, Orihime… I love your big tits!”

“Yes, yes, my pussy does taste good!” Ruri moaned, her desire swelling, eating through her shyness. “Oh, James, you’re making me feel so good. You’re loving my cunt!”

“Mmm, love her cunt while I love your dick, James!” Orihime moaned, sliding her tits up and down my shaft.

Her tongue darted down and licked around my dick. I groaned at the feel of her tongue bathing the head of my cock before her tits slid back up and engulfed my crown. Pleasure shot down my shaft. Her tits slid down and her tongue fluttered against my dick again.

My balls tightened at the delicious thrill. I feasted on Ruri’s snatch, my tongue fluttering through her folds, caressing her hot labia. I brushed her clit as she squirmed on my face. Her moans echoed, her pleasure building just like mine was.

“Mmm, such a lovely cock,” Orihime said, an almost sing-song quality to her voice. She hummed then licked my dick. “Don’t you think, Ruri.”

“Yes, yes, a pretty cock!” moaned Ruri. “Oh, James, that’s my clit! I love it when you play with my clit!”

“Someone’s going to cum!” Orihime moaned, her tit squeezing about my dick.

“Uh-huh!” Ruri moaned. “James is just so good at pussy licking. He always makes me feel good.”

My ego surging in delight, I sucked on her clit, my nose pressing into her labia. Her juices smelled amazing. I nursed on her bud. I nibbled with my lips on her sensitive nub between my sucks. Her spicy juices filled my mouth. Her cream ran across my cheeks. Her musk filled my nose.

Such a heady scent.

“James!” Ruri moaned, her thighs flexing beneath my grip. “Oh, James, I love you!”

Her juices flooded out of her pussy. That wonderful gush of her passion. She bathed my face with her orgasmic delight. I loved it. I drank down that spicy flood. My dick throbbed between Orihime’s tits, the pressure building as she worked those lush breasts up and down my cock.

Her tongue caressed me while Ruri moaned. I fluttered my tongue through her slit. I caressed her. I teased her. I loved her. I nibbled on her bud as she squeaked through her pleasure. She squirmed and moaned as I kept feasting on her.

Kept giving her pleasure.

“Oh, James, yes!” she moaned. “Oh, James, that’s wonderful. Your mouth feels incredible on me! It’s just such a treat! I love it! Your tongue is lapping at me. You’re teasing me. Oh, James, yes, yes, yes!”

I sucked on her clit with all my might. I nibbled on her bud. I had her trembling and gasping as her pleasure shot through her. Her juices kept flowing. It was just a delicious treat to enjoy. Her cream poured in my mouth.

“James!” Ruri gasped.

“Mmm, he’s just driving you wild,” Orihime said, working her tits faster and faster.

“Uh-huh!” Ruri moaned. “So good! He’s licking my pussy! He’s making me feel incredible. I keep cumming! I love you, James!”

“Yes, yes, that’s so hot!” Orihime moaned, her tits squeezing around my dick. She flicked her tongue out, caressing the tip.

The pressure swelled. My balls tightened. My cum boiled over. I groaned as my jizz erupted. My cock throbbed between her tits. My spunk fired out of me. I couldn’t see it, but I knew my cum was splashing on Orihime’s face. Was spilling over her tits. Pearly lines that coated her.

My toes curled. I growled my pleasure into Ruri’s cumming pussy. She squirmed on my face while the pleasure slammed through my mind. Sparks burst across my eyes. It lit up the darkness of Ruri’s skirt as my dick fired my final blast of cum.

“Oh, James, you coated me in spunk!” Orihime moaned. “Mmm, lovely, yummy spunk.”

Her tits slipped from around my cock. I heard licking, sucking, picturing Orihime lapping my jizz off her breasts. It was such a naughty sight to imagine. Ruri’s squirming slowed. Her juices weren’t gushing any longer. She was coming down from her own orgasm.

I had two beautiful women I created. I had such powers. I loved being a god.

I was going to have fun with my girlfriends while my sisters celebrated Mom’s return.

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

Becky Davis

Mom shook me awake. I groaned, blinking, seeing her face before mine. I was stretched across the foot of my parents’ bed. I’d fallen asleep curled up with Sam here last night. It was dark in the room. I noticed the clock. It was almost 5:30 AM, Tuesday morning. Nearly time to start getting up. Sam had abandoned me to curl up against Dad’s side, nestled against him like a little squirrel curled up for winter hibernation.

“Mom?” I said, voice soft. The blanket over me slipped off as I sat up.

“Want to wake up your father?” she asked, a naughty grin sliding across her lips.

“Oh?” I frowned. Confusion swept through me. “You could have just shaken him awake.”

“No, no, we’re going to do it naughtily,” she said. She hefted her large boobs. I had inherited those same big tits. “A double titty fuck.”

I blinked. “That’s a thing?”

“You have much to learn from your mother,” she said and winked at me.

A naughty thrill ran through me. I nodded my head. She was so cool. I wanted to be like her.

Mom peeled back the blanket covering Dad and Sam. My little sister had her body wrapped tight about him, legs and all, her right thigh thrust over Daddy’s stomach. It was such a cute sight to see. She looked so adorable sleeping like that.

Daddy’s cock was hard. It thrust up from his groin. Mom shifted around on his right side while I moved on his left, stretching out on my belly, my legs dangling off the side of the bed. I hefted my breasts and placed them around Daddy’s cock. We sandwiched his dick between us, our tits squeezing together.

I groaned, feeling my mother’s hard nipples poking against mine. A naughty tingle raced through me. Mom’s green eyes shone in the dim light in the room. Her brassy hair fell in a tousled mess around her face.

She kissed me, her lips melting on mine. An incestuous thrill shot through me as her tongue thrust into my mouth. I groaned as her lips moved against mine. I squeezed my tits together and worked our tits up and down Daddy’s cock as we loved each other.

Daddy groaned.

He shifted.

I shuddered, my nipples throbbing against Mom’s, my tongue dancing with hers. This was so wicked. My pussy grew hotter and hotter between my thighs as we woke up Daddy in style. He shifted, his legs moving. I caught his toes curling out of the corner of my eyes.

He was coming awake. I moaned into Mom’s lips, loving this. Her tits felt so soft against mine and Dad’s dick was so hard between us. He groaned again. He shifted. Then I felt his eyes on me as we worked our tits and up and down his dick.

We pumped them faster. I was eager to please him. To have his cum firing between us. It was just a delicious treat. I shuddered as the heat built in me. It was such a naughty treat to give him this. Joy surged through me, drowning out the pain in my heart.

“Well… this is a sight,” Dad groaned.

Mom broke the kiss to glance up at him. “Morning, honey. Thought you needed to wake up in style.”

“Mmm, yes,” I said, squeezing my breasts, my hips wiggling. My pussy was on fire right now. It was just a delicious treat. Juices coated my thighs. I rubbed my thighs. I squeezed them tight, my clit throbbing. “Morning, daddy.”

Sam stirred. Her head shifted. She lay on Daddy’s chest, her eyes fluttering open. Her face scrunched up for a moment as she blinked. Then a naughty grin spread across her lips. She held Daddy tighter and let out a purring sound.

“Ooh, you and Mom are getting naughty, Becky,” she said, her short, red hair, framing her face.

“Yes, we are,” Mom said. “With you two minxes around, I have to remind your father why he married me.”

Sam giggled. I didn’t think Mom had anything to worry about, she was so sexy. Her tits were amazing, her nipples so hard against mine. Daddy’s cock twitched between our tits as we worked them up and down his dick.

He groaned as we pleased him. We massaged him with our tits. His chest rose and fell, Sam’s head moving with him. She had such a wicked grin on her face, her elfin features full of glee. I grinned at her, a rush of exhilaration shooting through me.

“You two are spoiling me,” groaned Dad.

“Mmm, and I wonder why we want to do that,” Mom said, giving him a sly look.”

Dad glanced at the nightstand for a moment. Something almost like guilt flashed across his face. Then he groaned as our tits caressed his cock. His features twisted with pleasure as he groaned again, holding Sam tight against him.

His dick felt hotter and hotter between our tits. His precum flowed. It coated his shaft, slicking our tits. It felt so wild. My digits squeezed into my breasts soft flesh. The tingles from my nipples rippled down to my pussy. My breasts felt alive, drinking in the feel of Mom’s boobs and Dad’s cock.

“Damn, I’m not going to last much longer!” Dad groaned.

“Good!” I moaned, a big grin flashing across my lips. “Ooh, Daddy, you have to cum on our tits!”

“Yes!” Sam purred. “Then I get to enjoy licking up all that yummy cum.”

Daddy groaned. His face twisted with delight. I could feel it coming. I stared down at his dick, the tip popping out from between our pillowy tits. It was dark-red and swollen. More precum flowed. Then he let out a groan.

White cum fountained from his dick. The salty, frothy treat splashed across my face. More landed on Mom’s features. I opened my mouth, catching more of the jizz on my tongue, the salty flavor melting across my tongue. Pearly drops rained across my tits, falling from our faces as Daddy’s dick twitched and throbbed.

He fired more and more, coating us. He basted us in his passion. I shuddered in delight, my fingers digging into my tits, my pussy feeling so wonderfully juicy. More cum landed in my mouth. I closed it, savoring it, swirling it around as Daddy’s cum spilled over my tits.

“Oh, yum!” Sam moaned, sitting up.

My little sister darted in. Her tongue lapped up the cum from Mom’s tit to mine. I groaned at the feel of her eager hunger. I caught Mom’s green eyes, her face splattered in cum, looking as dirty as mine felt.

The pang in my heart swelled. I had messed up everything with my best friend, Tonya, on Sunday. She didn’t speak to me at all the day before other than our awkward encounter at the locker. I didn’t mean to break up our friendship by seducing her. I just wanted to be like Mom.

Then Sam’s tongue flitted across my cheek to my lips, shoving a cum-laden tongue into my mouth. My sister’s eagerness pressed down that pain. I closed my eyes, trembling on the bed, not sure what to do about Tonya.

It was so hard to think with my little’s sister’s tongue swirling cum around inside my mouth.

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

Steve Davies

I was still buzzing from that wonderful orgasm hours later as I sat in my English class. My students were writing an essay. Nikkole, that delicious cheerleader, sat in the second row, looking even hotter than ever. I had my phone before me. I could tap that icon and make it happen.

“Thinking about editing Nikkole,” I typed on my phone then sent the text to my wife. I glanced at those blonde locks highlighted with red.

“Pervy teacher,” she sent back almost immediately. “Maybe this will help distract you.”

I frowned and then a pic came through, loading on my phone’s screen. It was my wife in one of Becky’s spare school uniforms, the gray, pleated skirts swirling about her thighs, the white blouse cupping my wife’s tits. The gray tie fell between them, her nipples hard. It was clear she had no bra.

My dick throbbed.

The next shot was her lifting up the front of her skirt, showing off her brassy bush hiding her pussy.

“You were ready with that?” I texted her.

“Pervy teachers are easy to anticipate,” she said with a winky emoji. “So if you need a naughty schoolgirl to look at, well, how’s this?” A pic of her, taken over her shoulder from the mirror’s reflection, half-bent over appeared. The skirt was just rising up enough to show off the bottom swell of her ass.

My dick was so hard. And Nikkole was right there.

“You’re not making this easier. You’re making me want to turn Nikkole into my slut.”

“Oh, darn,” she said and ended it with a pair of kissing lips emoji. “Now I have to get ready for work. So enjoy the pics and the hotties.”

“Good thing I have my meeting with Kyleigh,” I sent, my dick aching. My eyes glanced to the girl I transformed into a hottie sitting up front, her blouse half-unbuttoned to show off those lush and beautiful tits of hers.

Class soon ended and I had one satisfying meeting with Kyleigh. I was in the mood for a titty fuck to start it off, then I fucked her bent over my desk. It was a necessity because my cum was coating her tits and dripping from her lush mounds. I pounded her hard. When I finished, she wiped her boobs clean then was off to take care of President Atterberry while I was satiated which kept me from ogling my students.

It was hard. I was staring at Róis, that Irish redhead, in my second class. She was sitting by Ji-Woo, a cute, Korean beauty. Such wicked thoughts popped into my mind. If I had two edits on my phone, they could put on a naughty display of lesbian, schoolgirl passion. Slowly stripping off their uniforms…

I glanced at my phone. The editing icon was right there.

The next class had Pratima, a cute, Indian girl with dark-red skin; Dotty, a busty redhead that reminded me of my daughter, Becky; and Tessa, an athletic girl who was a star of the girl’s basketball team.

The power I had…

When I wasn’t ogling girls and fighting temptation, I was checking my phone on any news from city hall. They had to be there making decisions, improving the town. I was eager to find out in what way. It would be incredible to see.

At lunch, I headed to the faculty breakroom. I spotted my friend Bob, who taught computer science. He was sitting beside his new girlfriend, Taylor. I had edited her to be more forward to him. They were both into each other, but Bob thought she was out of his league, and Taylor was waiting for him to ask her out. Since he hadn’t, she wasn’t sure he was into her.

They had two dates over the weekend. Looked like things were going great for them. It was one of the good things I’d done with my power. Not selfish at all. Just like with editing the leaders of my town. Positive things to balance out my selfishness. I should save my last edit for that.

But Nikkole… My own cheerleader slut…

When the mayor has done some good, I thought. Then you’ll have earned it.

I was just finishing my ham and cheese sandwich when I saw an update on our local paper website, the Rainier Herald. It was a brief announcement saying Mayor Wright was hosting a press conference this afternoon at 4:30, changing the town’s policy on the growing homeless problem spilling out of Seattle.

I grinned in delight. Sent my wife a text, “Looked like editing the mayor and the city council worked. I’ll be late for dinner. Want to be there at the press conference for the announcement.”

Looked like I’d earned that cheerleader.

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

James Davies

Seth sat down across from me, his lunch tray covered in today’s cafeteria meal, enchiladas drizzled in a green hot sauce. The spicy scent filled my nose. I had my own, while Ruri and Orihime were both eating salads.

“So, how was Rei?” I asked my favorite friend.

“A wildcat in bed,” said Seth, a huge grin on his face. “She’s not so cold once you thaw her.”

“I know a certain girl like that,” Orihime said before stabbing her fork into her crispy salad.

Ruri muttered on the other side of me.

“She just burns when you get her going,” Orihime continued.

“I do not!” Ruri snapped. “Idiot!”

Orihime giggled.

Seth shook his head. “Your powers are incredible. Rei was perfect. Just what I always imagined, especially once I got her out of the suit. Just perfect.”

“Good, good,” I said, nodding my head. “You didn’t bring her with you?”

Seth shrugged. “She doesn’t need college. She’s smart enough as is.” Seth leaned closer, his blue eyes looked intense. “How do you do it? How do you bring them to life.”

I arched an eyebrow at him. “What sort of being has the power to create life?”

“A god?” Seth said, something like awe in his voice.

This exhilarating rush surged through me. I wanted to boast, to gloat, but, instead, I went with the modest route. “Maybe.”

“Damn,” Seth said. He leaned back, shaking his head. “That’s incredible. What can we do with it?”

I frowned. “I’ve been thinking about it. I can make people, that’s about it.”

“Yeah, I know,” Seth said. “That’s got to be perfect. We need to discuss it.”

I looked around the cafeteria. “Not here.”

“Right, right,” Seth said. “Why don’t you come by to my place after classes. I’m sure Rei would like to hang out with your girls.”

“Oh, sure,” Orihime said. “Ruri likes meeting uptight girls like her.”

“Idiot,” muttered Ruri beneath her breath.

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

Linda Davies

“You can take your break,” Dr. Darzi said, peeking in. He was a Persian with dark skin and hair, slender and spoke with a British accent.

“Oh?” I asked as I finished changing the paper on the exam table. I was at my volunteer job at the Rainier Free Clinic. I had quit working as a full-time nurse, but I still came in twice a week to help out here and stay busy. “Mine’s not for another hour.”

“Your daughter’s here,” Dr. Darzi said. “She looks a little… well…”

“Oh,” I said, blinking in shock. “Sure, sure, can you send her in here. Thanks, Dr. Darzi.”

He nodded his head and flashed me a smile, his teeth white against his dark lips.

I frowned as he left, wondering what Sam could be doing here. It was lunchtime at Rainier Christian, so I guess it was okay that she left campus. It wasn’t that far away. And if she was late, I’d just write her a note. It must be important if she skipped class.

The door creaked open and it wasn’t Sam that slipped in. My eldest daughter sidled in, her head lowered, her body scrunched in on itself. She wore her school uniform, the mate to the one I put on for fun this morning to take some sexy photos for my husband and tease him all day while he was teaching his college courses. On Becky, it looked so plain right now.

“What’s wrong, honey?” I asked, shocked Becky would leave campus. A ripple shot through my stomach. What if she was regretting the incestuous fun with the family? What if Steve didn’t do a good enough job editing her? He couldn’t modify her again. She was copy-protected or something.

“It’s…” Becky squirmed, her braid swaying down her back. “I…”

I took her hands and drew her deeper into the exam room. My thumbs massaged the back of her hands as I gave her my best, motherly smile. Despite knowing Becky intimately as a lover, I was still the woman who birthed her.

“You can tell me, honey,” I said. “I won’t be mad or anything.”

Becky shifted.

“I was a twenty-year-old girl once, believe it or not,” I added. “I know how things are. You don’t have to be so afraid. I’ll understand.”

“It’s… Tonya,” she said, looking up at me. Her green eyes were raw. “I… I messed things up with her, Mommy!”

She flew at me, her arms going around me, holding me tight. I gasped in shock at the feel of her breasts against me, remembering how naughty things got this morning between us. A wave of heat rippled through me as my arms went around her, holding my daughter tight.

“What did you do with Tonya?” I asked.

She clutched to me, her face pressed into my neck. “I… I… ate out her pussy!” she blurted out, her tears wetting my neck. “And now… Now she hates me!”

I blinked at that. “You… ate out her pussy?”

“Since Sam and I had… you know…”

“Had sex?”

She nodded and then shook as her emotions wracked her body. “Well… I saw Tonya on Sunday… And… And… I was thinking about you… How you liked to seduce… and… and… I thought… I would show her… but… She didn’t like it… Now she hates me!”

“Oh, honey,” I said, holding her tight. “I’ll talk to your father. He’ll fix things between you and your friend. You’ll see.”

“How can he do that?” she asked, pulling her head away, her eyes raw and vulnerable, swimming with pain.

I had to comfort her. I had to love my daughter. Things were so different now. I had new ways to love her. My lips kissed her. She froze as she felt my mouth on hers, my lips moving with hunger. It was no motherly kiss.

It was a lover’s.

My tongue thrust into her mouth as my hands slid down to grab her ass through her schoolgirl skirt. I pulled her tight against me, my nipples hardening beneath my pink scrubs and aching in my bra. My pussy went molten, soaking my thong.

She shuddered, then she moaned into the kiss. There was such hungering it. A frantic need that had me trembling in delight. Then our hands were tearing at each other’s clothing. This hot heat swelled between us. My daughter needed love and affection.

And I needed to give it to her.

I pushed her down on the exam table, the paper crinkling beneath her. I attacked the buttons of her blouse, opening it up, revealing her tits in her light-gray bra. She was shoving down my scrub bottoms. They fell down to my white flats. I stepped out of them, not even bothering to take off my shoes.

Then I was on top of my daughter, straddling her face. My hands yanked up her gray skirt. She had satin panties on, gray and delicious. Some of her dark-red pubic hair peeked out the leg holes. I seized the waistband, yanking her panties down her thighs until they bunched up around her knees.

“Mom!” she moaned as her fingers ripped my thong to the side, exposing my pussy, my juices soaking my bush. “Can Dad really help?”

“He’ll… counsel her!” I moaned, frantic with need to eat my daughter’s pussy. To revel in this incestuous moment. I would make her feel like a million bucks. “Trust me! Your daddy can work miracles!”

“Thank you, Mommy!” she moaned.

I shuddered at how wrong that was to hear from my daughter right before she pulled me down to feast on my cunt. I groaned as her tongue danced through my folds. She teased me. Her tongue fluttered through my labia, feasting on me, sending waves of delight rippling through my body.

I buried my face between her thighs, my brassy hair spilling over her ivory legs. I left her panties bunched around her knees. Her legs could open wide enough for my head to fit between them. I hungered for her. For this forbidden treat.

I created this wonderful girl with my husband’s help.

It was so wonderfully warm between her thighs. Her spicy musk filled my nose, so similar to my own scent. I nuzzled my lips into her wet bush. They caressed me. Her silky strands brushed my cheeks, making me squirm and groan.

I licked and lapped at her delight. I fluttered my tongue through her, caressing her, driving her wild as I collected all those wonderful juices spilling out of her. She squirmed beneath me, her fingers squeezing into my rump, my thong buried between my butt-cheeks.

Her tongue buried into my snatch. I did the same to hers. I plundered my daughter’s juicy hole, swirling through her spicy depths. My nipples ached in my bra, my tits piled against her stomach. I wished I was naked.

But there was no time.

We were in a clinic. This room shouldn’t be used, but…

My coworkers could walk in. Dr. Darzi could enter and find me eating out my nubile daughter. This was incredible. It was such a heady rush to be doing this. I groaned, my tongue fluttering through her folds, savoring it.

If I was caught, Steve would have to edit reality. He’d have to use his power to get us out of trouble. I squirmed in delight, grinding my pussy on her face as I feasted on her. A heady rush shot through me.

My husband could do anything. And he wanted my help. I could guide him. Oh, the wicked things we could do.

“Mommy!” squealed my daughter, her thighs squeezing against my ears.

“My sweet Becky!” I moaned between plunges of my tongue into her juicy snatch.

The exam table groaned and paper crinkled as we squirmed. My tongue fluttered through her folds, teasing her, lapping up all her wonderful, spicy cream. I loved eating out my daughter. I loved devouring every drop of her juicy treat. It sent a dizzying rush through me.

I was committing incest with my daughter.

I loved this. I never wanted to give this up. I didn’t care that my husband had edited things so I found this acceptable. It was my reality now. He had changed my life so I found this exciting. I ate my daughter with such a frantic heat, the pleasure building and building in me. It was carrying me towards that titanic explosion.

I sucked on her labia.

Her tongue fluttered through my folds.

I nibbled on her clit.

Her fingers dug into my rump.

We gave each other pleasure. We crossed that forbidden line that no mother and daughter should ever do. It was glorious. We loved each other with frantic hunger. Her juices soaked my lips and tongue. I drank them down as she whimpered into my snatch.

The incestuous rush had me squirming and groaning, my pussy grinding against my daughter’s hungry lips. My orgasms swelled. Everything she did to my pussy fed that growing pressure into the core of my femininity. Her tongue caressed me. She brushed my clit.

She loved me.

“Becky!” I whimpered.

“Mommy!” she groaned, the table shuddering beneath us.

I buried my tongue into her depths, swirling around in her. I scooped out her spicy cream, savoring it. She found my clit, nursing on it like she had my nipple as a baby. My eyes squeezed shut, the wicked passion swelling and swelling in me.

My fingers found her pussy lips. I stroked her as I sucked on her clit. I jammed my digits into her cunt. She moaned around my bud. Her humming pleasure assaulted my clit. Sparks burst inside of me. I nipped her little nodule.

She squealed.

Her pussy convulsed around my fingers.

I made my daughter cum.

My orgasm burst inside of me.

I was such a wicked mother. My cunt writhed while her pussy spasmed about my digits. My juices flowed out of me. I lapped up the spicy cream spilling out of her. We gasped and moaned and shuddered together, holding each other.

Loving each other.

Stars burst through my vision. Paper crinkled as she shuddered beneath me. The exam table shook. I didn’t care. My blood screamed through my veins, carrying the rapture to every bit of my body. Stars burst across my eyes as we loved each other.

We shared our taboo passion. It was wondrous. I made my daughter feel better by eating her pussy. It was so deliciously wrong. Just thinking that swelled my pleasure and lifted me to heights of rapture that I never wanted to leave. I soared through dizzying skies on winds of ecstasy.

“Mommy!” she whimpered between licks of my hot pussy.

“My sweet Becky!” I moaned. “Oh, my darling Becky, yes!”

I shuddered, panting. I rested my face on her thighs, my body squirming, buzzing from my orgasm. The pleasure died down to this wonderful tremble. I felt so satiated. I just wanted to cuddle with her, to hold her.

I turned around and did just that. I settled down on her, kissing my daughter’s pussy-stained lips. Our spicy musks, so similar and yet mine was stronger and hers was fresher, mixed together as we loved each other.

“It’ll be okay,” I promised her. “Trust me. Your daddy can fix anything.”

“He’s amazing,” Becky said, her green eyes shining with that love.

Did my own eyes look like that when I thought about Steve? I bet they did. I kissed her again, drunk on her. I was eager to strip her naked and make gentle love to her this time, not that frantic, wild, wonderful pussy-licking we just did.

The sounds of talking bled through the walls. A door opened and closed.

I broke the kiss. “You need to get dressed and get back to your college.”

She nodded, a bright smile on her face. “I believe you. Daddy will fix her.”

“Ye, he will.”

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

Steve Davies

I sat in the time-paused city council chamber, examining Becky’s friend, Tonya, seeing how I could edit her to patch things up with my daughter. My wife suggested I use my last edit on the day to fix them. A quick glance through her profile showed that she was hung up on her Christianity. She liked what they did, but at the same time, she believed it was wrong. It had put her in a crisis of faith.

I would have to tweak her guilt over the lesbian sex. I wrote down on a notepad sitting on my leg while Anael hummed to my left. She was sitting on a woman’s lap, kissing at her face. The angel was a horny thing.

“Make Tonya want to have sex with you, too,” said Anael. “Your daughter would totally make her friend into your slut.”

“Tonya has zero interest in me. She’s got a crush on Matthew Tollemache.”

Anael rolled her eyes. “Easy to fix.”

I ignored her. I couldn’t make every girl in the world, or even at my college, into my slut. It wasn’t right. I would just tweak her morality. Change her belief so that she came to the idea that lesbian sex was fine through prayer. That while talking with God, she would get a sense of peace and fulfillment from what she did with my daughter. I moved her sexuality so she was closer to the middle, but still mostly heterosexual. She would see her time with Becky as something friends did.

A fun way to pass time.

I studied my notes. Nodding my head in satisfaction, I committed the changes, fixed my daughter’s friend, then I closed the app. Sound leaped around me, the room full of talking. People waited for this new announcement from our mayor and the city council.

The woman Anael had been perched on turned and whispered to the man she sat beside. She had no idea an angel had been kissing her.

The city council and Mayor Preston Wright stepped in. The three council members took a seat at a table up front while Mayor Wright went to the podium at the center. It had the look of most city council rooms, walls covered in various government-sponsored posters about this or that issue. A table in the back with some flyers on it. Cheap, uncomfortable chairs set out for the citizens. There was a microphone set up at the front of the audience seats for questions.

“Good afternoon,” Mayor Wright said, a big smile on his grandfatherly face. His bushy eyebrows twitched. “We have made a momentous decision for the town. We have been talking, and we have been handling this homeless problem wrong.”

I nodded my head, a big smile crossing my lips. Tomorrow, I was editing Nikkole.

“There are so many homeless that need help in Rainier and the rest of King County,” the mayor said. “Our town could be doing more. Much more. We are going to be building housing for them all. A shelter where they can get off the street. They’ll have a cafeteria where they’ll be served high-quality, organic food. We won’t cut any corners of this project.”

“Sounds expensive,” muttered a woman.

“We are in talks with the city architects on how to design the estimated 1,000 units to house the homeless. We’ll have to use some eminent domain to get the land, and we’ll decide where to do that next, but we’re going to do some real changes. And more. We’re going to help everyone in Rainier.”

“How are you paying for that, Preston?” an old guy called, his gray hair falling in long wisps around his bald spot.

“We are implementing a property tax,” Mayor Wright said, a big smile on his lips. “I know you’re all eager to do your fair share to help out our town. “23% across the board, due in a month. I am sure you—”

The shouting began all at once. My eyes bulged. 23% property tax?

“People, people!” the mayor shouted over the angry roars. “It’s already voted on. We’re going to make Rainier into a homeless paradise. Don’t you want to help? Don’t you want to be good citizens for our community?”

“Shit,” I muttered. I pushed them too far.

To be continued…

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I was in high school and had some fun things happen, but then I fell in love with one of my teachers.

Hello everyone, I am recovering from surgery at home and have lots of time right now, so here is something I read in the journal I kept, thought you may like it.

I was very buxom, very developed and very horny as a 18 year old young woman could be. My car was in the shop and Mommy dropped me off at school a lot. I was very very open about my sexuality and most of my adventures and so, Ms. Betts (yes her real name) was in one class I took for my last year. She taught life skills and college prep. She was cute so that I almost died when I first saw her. 5’8″, and a lovely buxom figure that was a perfect hour glass figure. She was balanced on top and bottom and had thick black hair down to her mid-back. I stared at her and could not take my eys off of her and she noticed sine I did not try to hide my looking at her. She usually smiled back at me and I melted when she did.

I decided that I would see if she were really interested or if she spoke to me so much just because she was kind. I wore a pastel wrap around skirt on day and a thong. I had a button up blouse the same color that was a little too tight and a very transparent bra that let my hard nipples show off. I had the class next to last period and Ms. Betts stared at me the whole hour. I smiled when she was looking at me and stuck my chest out to show off my erect nipples that stayed hard all hour. I was soaking wet and after class she asked me to come back after last period and I had a shiver go all over my body. “Of course I will Ms. Betts.” I told her. She looked at me and said in a very low sexy voice, “I hope so.” and I left. The last hour was lost cause all I could think of was Ms. Betts. I undressed her all hour in my mind and knew what I would do when I saw her.

Finally the last bell rang and I almost ran to her room. She was waiting at the door and asked me to come in and close the door behind me. I did and as I did I undid the top two buttons of my blouse. I had taken off my thong before and so I actually had juices dripping down my legs. She had a small office off the classroom and she motioned me to go in and I sat down in the chair offered to me. I sat and was waiting for whatever was going to happen. I was nervous and hoped that I was right on how she was going to act. She pulled a chair to the side of he desk a couple feet from me and faced me sitting down. She had a dress on, light blue and buttoned up all the way from the hem to the neck. The top three buttons were undone and then I saw that the buttons from the hem at the bottom were undone all the way up to a couple inches below her pussy. She sat facing me and crossed her legs making her dress fall open but still very little was visible except her wonderful legs. I felt my hand go to the buttons on my blouse and another button was undone, now to below my bra. She was smiling and I sat up and leaned forward. “Well, Ms. Betts, why did you want to see me?” I said boldly. She smiled and said, “Oh, I think that you know very well. You have been showing off since you came into class and I need to ask if you are doing it for my benefit or the horny boys in the class.” I moved and my skirt fell open and I sat back reclining some in the chair. “Well, since you asked, I have been showing off only for you even if others have gotten something from it.” I said. “And what did you hope to accomplish?” she asked me. My legs came apart and now the skirt fell open exposing my clean shaved and very wet pussy. “I hope we can get to know more of each other, a lot more.” I said.

She stood and her dress was suddenly unbuttoned and fell to the floor. She reached around and freed her wonderful 38DDD breasts that had such perfect hard nipples now uncovered. Her panties slid down and she kicked them aside. Slowly she knelt between my spread legs and began kissing them on the inside working her way from the knees to my lovely “Y” that was waiting and already dripping wet. “Oh we are excited aren’t we?” she said and then her teeth began biting my pussy lips and clit softly. My hips jumped each time she touched my pussy. She stood and took my hands and stood me up and undressed me and tossed the clothes on the floor with her dress. Her desk had several items on it, dildos and clips and such. She had laid a soft cushion on he floor and led me to it laying me down. She laid with me sucking my nipples and fingering my pussy, teasing my hard clit. Over and over she teased my nipples and clit and stopped just as I was going to have a wonderful orgasm. She stopped and stood and lowered her pussy over my face and told me to lick her till she said to stop. “Oh, I can lick much longer than that.” I said and her pussy covered my face. Her taste was mind numbing and I could not get enough. She did not touch me at all but kept looking as if she was going to. Suddenly she sprayed my face and kept soaking it, my face and hair and all over my neck was soaking wet with her juices. She finished and then stood and reached down, grabbing my nipples and pulling telling me to get up. I did and then she kissed me all over the face and chest, licking her juices off of me everywhere she could find it. Then she was biting my nipples hard and her teeth made me moan as I felt my pussy gushing with orgasms. “Oh, we like some pain do we?” she laughed and I told her, “Oh yes, yes, very much so.” She began sucking and biting and then her mouth was on my tummy and her fingers sank hard into my pussy. “Oh fuck yes.” I moaned and arched my hips and sprayed her hand. “Oh more, harder, deeper. Fist me, please fist me.” I was moaning and she pushed her hand deep inside my pussy. She began ramming hard and all the way in as she was biting and kissing me all over.

Suddenly we were in a 69 again and eating each other like animals and spraying all over each other’s face and hair and the scent of sex was overwhelming in her office. We finished and then she got up, panting and I laid there waiting for more. She got up and pulled a small tray about 4 inches deep and 12 inches by 12 inches. She got a pillow and told me to rest my neck on it with my head over the pan. “You may want to close your eyes dear and open your mouth, I have to pee so bad.” she said and as I did a stream of her piss began flowing, most into my mouth and I swallowed as much as I could. The taste made me shiver with at least two orgasms as she moaned and pissed. She finished and kissed me deep and hard. After this she spread my legs and straddled my, pussy to pussy and began grinding hard against me and more orgasms came for both of us. Somehow, we both fell asleep. It was late that evening and dark and we woke and dressed without cleaning up at all. She drove me home and we kissed in the car outside the front of my house and I finally got out, my blouse open, no bra and panties and my skirt blowing open in the breeze. “See you tomorrow” she said very sexy. “Will that be all you will do? See me?” I asked her. “Well, this weekend a hotel sounds nice.” she said. “Why not just come over and stay here in my house all weekend?” I said. “That sounds even better.” she said and she drove off. The rest of the year we were “an item” as they say. Everyone knew but no one said anything at all about it.”

See you all later,
love
sue

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Becky gets a midnight surprise when her mother’s lover slips into the bedroom.

Editing Reality

Book Two: Sultry Fantasies Unleashed

Chapter Five: Midnight Surprise

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Steve Davies

My wife quivered beside me as the app had its three charges back. I had things to take care of. After enjoying Yumiko Itou with my wife in the nurse’s office, I had vowed to help the pregnant girl. Her parents would not be thrilled that their daughter was pregnant. They were a conservative family, like many who sent their children to Rainier Christian College.

The world froze. My daughter and her three friends, sprawled across the living room naked and smeared in pussy juices and cum, paused along with my wife. A sweep of Linda’s hair froze in an impossible to hold position, thrusting out from the side of her.

Anael appeared before me, the angel grinning at me. She was a naughty thing, her purple eyes gleaming. Her blonde hair tumbled about her face while her small breasts quivered. She straddled me, smearing her shaved, hot pussy against my thigh, caressing me.

“Mmm, what are you up to, Steve?” she asked. “The moment it went midnight, you are eager to change reality.”

“Yeah,” I said. “It’s… intoxicating. I like it.”

“Who doesn’t like power?” She grabbed my cock. Despite how much fucking I’d enjoying during the orgy, I could always enjoy more. The Most High edited me to have such stamina. She pumped her fist up and down me as I opened up the search bar.

I typed with one hand as Anael pressed tight against me. I held my phone to the side, her small breasts rubbing against my chest. Her nipples caressed me as she rose her hips, guiding my cock to her pussy. She pressed her vulva against my tip. She rubbed me, teasing me. This wicked heat rippling through me.

I groaned as she slid down my cock. Just as I found Yumiko, Anael bottomed out on me. I click on Yumiko’s menu as the angel’s pussy engulfed my dick to the hilt. This wicked heat rippled through me. I groaned through clenched teeth as the sleeping girl appeared on my phone. She lay in her bed, sleeping on her side, looking so peaceful. Her black hair spread behind her.

Anael’s pussy squeezed about my cock as I navigated Yumiko’s menus.

Yumiko Itou

• Physical

• Mental

• Spiritual

I clicked the Spiritual Menu and then down to the Relationship Sub-Menu. I blinked to see my name high up in her list. That wasn’t right. She was one of my students, but not one that I had ever had much interaction with. I opened her up and…

“Fuck,” I groaned as Anael worked her pussy up and down my dick.

“Oh, looks like you made an impression when you fucked her,” she purred. “Best sex of her life. Handsome teacher. The potential for a true relationship. She’s liking you more than her boyfriend. That’s great.”

“Just a crush,” I muttered as I went to work, editing her.

• Mr. Davies is a man I want to have sex with, but not a man I love.

• Mr. Davies is a great professor.

• If Mr. Davies wants to have sex with me, I will do it gladly.

• I won’t ever feel guilty for having sex with Mr. Davies.

I switched over to Horatio’s entry, her boyfriend spilling out. She was a little annoyed with him. She didn’t think he was responsible and could be dependable to raise a child with her. I had work to do here. Horatio is the love of my life, I added, my fingers typing slow.

It was hard with a juicy pussy sliding up and down my cock. Anael worked her pussy up and down my dick. She squeezed her snatch around me. She danced her hips, undulating them around. She gasped and moaned, her slamming her snatch down my shaft. Pleasure rippled through me as I worked.

• Horatio is dependable and can take care of my baby and me.

• I want to marry Horatio.

• I will always love Horatio.

“Just playing matchmaker, huh?” purred Anael as she worked her pussy up and down my cock, her small breasts rubbing into me.

“Yeah,” I groaned, backing out of her relationship menu. I headed to her Morality Sub-Menu.

Morality

• Legality

• Outlook

I opened up the Addition Sub-Menu and added:

• It’s not cheating to have sex with Mr. Davies.

“You are such a perv,” Anael moaned, her pussy squeezing around me. “Mmm, another one of your students that you get to fuck, huh?”

“Yeah,” I groaned. “I can’t help it. You’ve corrupted me.”

She nuzzled into my ear, her pussy sliding like hot silk up and down my cock. She licked my lobe then purred, “I just showed you the possibilities. You are the one who is manipulating the app. Making those naughty, young things eager to enjoy you. Naughty, naughty.”

“Yes,” I groaned, my dick twitching in her pussy. “I am.”

My balls grew tight. It was hard to concentrate with that angelic cunt working up and down my dick. Anael’s pussy squeezed and massaged me as I bucked out of Yumiko. I had her house open to search through. I looked for her parents. I had to survey them. See what issues they would have when they learned she was pregnant.

I found them sleeping in their bed, the mother a mature version of Yumiko. A slender thing lying beside her husband. He was on his back while she lay on her side. I opened up her menu, peering through her thoughts. She was very submissive. She seemed to follow her husband’s lead in anything. If he objected to her daughter’s pregnancy, then so should she. If he accepted it…

Interesting.

I switched over to her father. A quick peek into his morality and his relationship with his daughter showed that he was an uptight man. He wanted his daughter to be perfect. She had to get straight A’s. She had to be valedictorian. She had to become a doctor and make the family proud.

She wasn’t even supposed to have a boyfriend. Despite being nineteen, her parents still controlled her. They didn’t know she was seeing Horatio. He didn’t even like Horatio, seeing the young man as a loser. A slacker who would never amount to anything. I shook my head at that. I went to work on him. I edited away these problems.

Now he liked Horatio. He wouldn’t be so controlling of his daughter. He would be happy that she was pregnant and help her. He would approve of her relationship with Horatio. It wouldn’t bother him at all that she has sex with Horatio.

• Yumiko loves Horatio so it is okay for them to have sex. They are going to get married. It is not a sin with such a commitment, but an expression of their love.

I smiled at that. As a final note, I dove into his health and saw he was in the beginning stage of emphysema. The man smoked. I went to his Physical Menu. I clicked it.

Physical

• Skin

• Head

• Torso

• Arms

• Groin

• Legs

• Nervous System

• Illness

I opened his Nervous System Sub-Menu.

Nervous System

• Brain

• Spinal Column

• Pain Threshold

• Pleasure Threshold

I clicked on his Brain Sub-Menu.

One option was Addiction. I clicked that and edited out his cigarette need. I cleaned up his sickness. The man would never smoke again. That would free up some money, so I moved through to his morality again and added that he would invest that money into his daughter’s future.

He would make sure she had a good life with Horatio.

My dick throbbed the entire time, Anael’s pussy sliding up and down my cock. She worked faster, massaging me as I struggled to focus. My balls drank in the heat of her. This wondrous delight that soaked them.

My balls grew tighter and tighter. Anael’s head shook from side to side as she slammed down my cock. Her pussy gripped me. Her silky sheath massaged me. I groaned, my fingers digging into her rump.

She whimpered and groaned as she rode me. Her soft voice echoing around me as I committed the changes to Yumiko’s father. I shuddered, my dick throbbing as I hit the YES button. It was such a thrill to change someone, even if only a little bit.

I switched over to Horatio, searching for him. It leaped across town and he appeared in bed. He was in the middle of fucking a girl. I blinked at that. I didn’t expect him to be cheating on Yumiko. My face tightened, seeing the blue-haired girl’s face twisted in passion as she stared up past his shoulder, her fingers digging into her back.

He was about to cum in her.

“Oh, that is wicked,” moaned Anael. Her pussy grew hotter around my dick. “Look at him go.”

“Yes,” I groaned. “Wish I checked him first.”

“Regret making Yumiko love him even more now?” asked Anael as she slammed down on me. My dick throbbed in her pussy.

“Yeah, people shouldn’t cheat on each other,” I groaned.

“You arranged for Yumiko to cheat on Horatio with you whenever you want that tight, pregnant pussy of hers,” purred Anael.

“That’s different,” I groaned, my dick throbbing, Anael’s pussy sliding up and down my pussy faster. Her silky sheath gripped me. “She doesn’t think it’s cheating.”

“Guess you have a lot of work to do,” groaned Anael as I opened Horatio’s menu.

“Yes,” I growled, my dick throbbing in Anael’s depths. Her pussy slammed down me, gripping me, that wonderful snatch gripping me.

Her hips wiggled from side to side as I navigated to his Relationship Sub-Menu and opened up Yumiko Itou. I read the list. He liked her. Thought she was fun, but it wasn’t anything deep. She was willing to do things with him, and he was more than willing to take advantage of her.

Not a great guy.

That would change.

I had a lot of work to do. I started typing, my dick aching and throbbing in Anael’s pussy. She cooed in delight, teasing me with that hot twat as I made my additions, rewriting Horatio’s relationship with Yumiko.

• Yumiko is the love of my life.

• I would never cheat on Yumiko.

• I want to be responsible. If I found out she was pregnant, I would happily marry Yumiko.

• I want to take care of Yumiko and marry her one day.

• I want to make a family with Yumiko.

• Yumiko is a beautiful woman. I will always think that.

• It’s not cheating if Yumiko has sex with Mr. Davies, nor will I be bothered if she has sex with him. I know she will always love me.

I found out that the girl was someone called Yurika Misumaru. An infatuation. A dream girl he’d always wanted to enjoy. He was thrilled to fuck her, and apparently paying for the privileged. She was some sort of skank that was selling herself to a horny boy. I shook my head. I deleted the relationship entirely, erasing this casual connection from ever having occurred.

I switched over to his Morality Sub-Menu and found his views on monogamy. Amazingly, he didn’t see what he was doing with the blue-haired girl he was fucking as cheating. I didn’t know the girl, but I didn’t care. She was just a fling, a passing infatuation. I revised his morality.

• Cheating is never okay.

• I would never cheat on my wife or girlfriend.

• I would never cheat on Yumiko.

• A man is faithful.

• A man is hardworking.

• A man takes care of his family.

I made him into a responsible man. I strengthened his love. I felt I had everything ready. I hit the

DO YOU WISH TO DO THIS?

button.

YES

or

NO

appeared.

I confirmed the changes. Reality rippled once again, Anael’s pussy squeezing down on my dick.

On my screen, the image of Horatio fucking the girl blurred away. The distortion obscured everything. When it cleared, he was in bed with Yumiko. I blinked at that. I guess I edited Yumiko’s father enough that he didn’t mind his future son-in-law spending the night.

Yumiko didn’t look as cute. She looked flushed, naked, her breasts exposed by the blanket, her hair tousled. It was clear the two had enjoyed each other before falling asleep. My dick throbbed at the sight of her small breasts.

I remembered playing with those tits with my wife.

“Damn,” I groaned, closing my eyes, enjoying Anael’s pussy now.

She slammed her pussy down my cock, taking every inch of me. I didn’t have any distraction now. My free hand grabbed the angel’s rump. I squeezed her, kneading her ass. She gasped as I slammed her down my cock. Her snatch engulfed my dick. Her moans echoed through the living room.

Her hips wiggled from side to side, her small breasts rubbing against me. She moaned into my ear, her breath warm. Her pussy squeezed around my dick, massaging me, bringing me closer and closer to my orgasm.

I had changed reality. I had modified Yumiko and Horatio.

“Yes,” I growled, my balls growing tighter and tighter. My dick throbbed in her embrace. Her pussy squeezed around my dick, massaging me. “Goddamn.”

“Just let it out,” moaned Anael. “Give me my reward, too. Ooh, yes, yes. You changed them. You molded reality to your desires! Revel in it!”

“Yes!” I snarled, my fingers digging into her rump. I thrust my hips up as she slammed down my cock.

Flesh slapped into flesh. My balls cracked into her taint. I groaned. The pleasure fired out of me. My cum flooded the angel’s cunt. A drunken euphoria swelled through me. This wild exhilaration that flooded through my body. I grunted, massaging her ass, squeezing her as the pleasure raged through me.

My jizz pumped over and over into her depths. I spilled so much cum into her. I growled out as I filled her to the brim with my spunk. Stars burst across my eyes. Darkness spilled across my vision. I gripped my phone in one hand, her rump in the other.

My cum spilled into her. I gasped. My heart pounded through my veins. My dick pulsed in her as she milked my cock. This passion burned through my body. I groaned as I closed the app, panting, my body buzzing.

“Enjoy,” Anael moaned as she faded.

Reality lurched back into action.

My wife shifted leaning over and… “You shifted. You did something naughty. Look at you, you’re panting.”

“That wicked angel,” I groaned.

My wife ducked her head down. Linda’s auburn hair spilled over my lap as she sucked on the tip of my cock. I gasped, my dick throbbing in her mouth. A spike of pleasure shot through me. My toes curled and my shaft twitched in her mouth.

“Linda?” I groaned.

Her mouth popped off. “Damn, your cock isn’t soaked in pussy juices. I thought I’d taste an angel.”

“I guess she all goes away,” I panted, leaning back against the couch.

“So… you fixed Yumiko?” Linda asked, cuddling against me.

“And her boyfriend. That boy is going to be far more responsible.”

“Good,” she said.

“Now I just have to figure out who made me mayor,” I said.

“We’ll figure it out,” my wife said, resting her head on my shoulder. She yawned.

It was infectious.

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Becky Davies

I was dozing after Tonya made me cum. I was so aroused after eating out her mother. It was such a wicked thing to do. Tonya was out beside me, sleeping on her side, curled up to me. As I drifted through that half-sleep, half-dreams, I thought about Mrs. Alberts.

It was so wicked what we did. I ate her out while her husband snored on only feet away. It was wicked. Something my mother would have done. She was such a naughty lady. I wanted to be like Mom. This last week was so transformative. I felt like a different woman.

I used to be shy, scared of approaching others, but making love with my parents, my sister, Tonya, and now Mrs. Alberts had changed me. Made me eager for more delights. Daddy would always be my man, but I could be like Mom.

I could enjoy any woman out there. Seduce them. Even share them with Daddy if I thought they would understand.

I shuddered. That made me feel naughty. I knew I would have wicked dreams. I was on the verge of falling into slumber in its entirety when the door creaked open. I came awake, my eyes flicking to Mrs. Alberts creeping into the room, her robe open, her naked body flashing beneath. She was a blur to me with my contacts taken out, growing into focus as she sneaked closer.

Her eyes met mine.

Her finger came up to her lips.

I shuddered, swallowing. Tonya was asleep beside me. Like her father, she was a heavy sleeper. I bit my lip, wondering if she was that heavy of a sleeper. And if not, it would still be hot to get caught. Maybe mother and daughter…

I pushed the blankets off our naked body. Mrs. Alberts paused, seeing my large breasts and her daughter cuddled nude beside me. My heart pounded faster. It sounded so loud. My breath quickened while Tonya shifted beside me, making such a cute, mewling sound.

The whisk of the robe sliding of Mrs. Alberts sounded so loud. I swallowed, the MILF baring herself, exposing those round breasts and that delicious body. I licked my lips, my mouth still lingering with the tart flavor of her pussy.

She placed her knee on the bed, shifting her weight to it. The mattress springs creaked. She moved so slow, trying not to jostle her daughter awake. I shuddered as she touched my knees. She pushed my legs apart. She wanted to eat me out.

She had to eat me out. I could feel the lust. This was so wild. I had given her a taste of her fantasy, and now she had a chance to act on it. Her hands caressed my thighs, stroking me as she pushed my legs open wider and wider.

The MILF leaned over, her sandy-blonde hair spilling down her cheeks as she leaned in. I trembled, feeling her daughter against me. Mrs. Alberts lips kissed at my mid-thigh. Her lips were hot. My toes curled. I whimpered, my breasts quivered.

I wanted to cry out. We had to be so quiet.

The MILF smooched up my thigh. Her tongue licked my flesh. Her eyes reflected the moonlight spilling through the window, gleaming with her glassy lust. I twitched on the bed, my body caressing Tonya’s as she slept against me.

Her arm moved. Mrs. Alberts froze as her daughter’s hand came to rest on my belly. I shuddered at the sleeping touch, Tonya’s breath warm on my cheek as she snuggled closer. Her breathing was regular.

This was so exciting. My heart thundered in my chest. My stomach twisted, enhancing the wet ache in my pussy. I burned. I needed the MILF to do such wicked things to me. I wanted her to devour me. To eat me.

Mrs. Alberts kissed higher.

My pussy clenched. The higher she climbed, the more my excitement mounted. Her tongue flicked up my thigh. Then she kissed her. She smooched at my inner thigh. She came closer and closer. My toes curled and relaxed. I wanted to whimper. To groan.

I wanted to moan out in delight.

She was three inches away. Two. One. My eyes fluttered as her tongue flicked into my bush. Her lips nuzzled through my pubic hair. Mrs. Alberts stared up at me. She froze, her lips on the edge of my vulva, just touching my labia.

I stared into her, feeling this trembling energy racing through me. I nodded, encouraging her to take that step.

That final plunge into true lesbian passion.

Her tongue flicked out. She slid it up my slit. I clamped my jaws shut. My back arched. It was so hard not to groan out my pleasure at that slow lick through my pussy folds. She brushed my pussy lips. She grazed my clit. Rapture surged through me. My eyes fluttered.

Tonya kept sleeping beside me, oblivious to the naughty things her mother was doing to my pussy. Mrs. Alberts licked again, her tongue diving deeper, stroking me. My rump clenched. My thighs twitched. The bed creaked as I shuddered.

Mrs. Alberts froze as her daughter shifted again, mewling as she slept. Tonya’s hand slid up my stomach to brush the bottom of my breast. I groaned as she absently grabbed my boob, just holding it as she slept. Her head shifted on my shoulder.

Mrs. Albert’s licked again.

My nose twitched. Such wicked pleasure surged through me. My heart hammered in my chest as the MILF lapped again and again. This wicked pleasure spilled through me. My eyes fluttered as I savored this delicious treat. It was a wild delight.

At any moment, Tonya could wake up. It made this feel incredible. Her mother’s tongue lapping through my folds sent dizzying ripples through my body. The MILF took her time. She savored the flavor of my pussy as she pleasured me.

It was hot.

I wanted to cry out.

Rapture spilled through me. My butt-cheeks clenched as she caressed my folds. Then she nibbled on my labia. My fingers clenched. I shot my hand down. I grabbed the MILF’s hair, holding her as she pleasured me.

She lapped. She fluttered. Her tongue darted through my folds. She brushed my clit. I exhaled through my nose. I ground my teeth, fighting the pleasure. My hips shifted. I squirmed beside my sleeping friend as her mother feasted on me.

Mrs. Alberts jammed her tongue into my pussy.

She nibbled on my labia.

She sucked on my clit.

All these wonderful sensations shot through me. Her tongue was amazing. She feasted on me. I let out a little groan. Tonya squeezed my boob. I shuddered, trying not to buck as the pressure built and built in me.

“Mrs. Alberts,” I whispered, fighting against making such wicked noises.

She latched onto my clit. She sucked hard on my bud. Her hands squeezed my thighs as she nursed. She made these obscene sounds. The pleasure swelled through my pussy, building towards my climax. I couldn’t fight this. It was too incredible.

Darkness washed across my vision. I whimpered. My body wiggled, pressing against Tonya’s. I felt her small breasts on me. Her hand twitched around my tit. She sighed and snuggled against me as she slept.

My orgasm exploded through me.

My body bucked.

The bed creaked.

My boobs jiggled. I whimpered as ecstasy flashed through me. This intense rapture slammed into my mind. It spilled over my thoughts. Waves of bliss inundated my senses. Stars burst across my vision. My pussy convulsed. Juices gushed out of me.

I drowned the MILF. I flooded her. I spilled across her mouth. Mrs. Alberts drank down my passion as her daughter slept on oblivious. My teeth ground together as I fought against my moans. It was so incredible.

“Yes!” I moaned. My fingers clenched. “Yes, oh, yes!”

Mrs. Alberts tongue fluttered around my pussy folds. She licked me clean. Her glassy eyes stared up at me as my breasts shook and jiggled. She brushed my clit, sending another shudder rippling through my body.

“Becky,” she whimpered, raising her head. “I… I…”

I smiled at her. “Great. Loved it.”

She nodded her head. She rose, her naked breasts swaying. In the moonlight flooding through the window, I could see the gleam of my pussy juices on her face. I breathed in, inhaling my own tart musk. I trembled as the MILF rose from the bed.

She bent down to pick up her robe as I gasped for breath. I couldn’t believe we got away with it. The MILF leaned over and gave me a kiss. Her lips tasted amazing. My tart delight coated my tongue. It was a delicious treat to taste myself. I shot my hand between her thighs, rubbing her.

She shuddered then broke away. “I think we pushed it enough.”

I winked at her.

She padded naked across the room, her robe clutched in hand. I stared at that cute rump. I shuddered as she slipped through the door and closed it behind her. The latch clicked shut. Her footsteps padded down the hall, fading.

Tonya stirred beside me.

She snuggled up to my face and kissed my cheek. I turned and gave her a kiss on the lips. Her eyes were half-open. She let out a little groan, her eyes shut, and she slipped into sleep. I brushed my nose against hers.

I liked this new life. I had to figure out how to get Tonya and her mother together. That might be hard, but at least she could join me in seducing other women. Like the professors at our college, Ms. Esmeralda…

Maybe I could use religion. If it was okay for us to have sex, it had to be okay for Tonya to have sex with other women. And maybe, after a while, I could lead her to incest. Breach it slow, make her think about her mother in that way.

It would be hot.

I closed my eyes and slipped into naughty dreams.

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James Davies

The sucking on my cock drew me out of sleep. I groaned, my eyes fluttering open to stare at an unfamiliar ceiling. It was higher than the one in my bedroom. The bed felt different, like a hotel mattress. I groaned, groggy, struggling to think. I had women sleeping beside me, the busty tits of Orihime on my left, and the small breasts of Ruri on my right.

Neither were sucking on my dick.

It came to me. I was in my room at Dreamgirl Delights, the business I was running with my friend, Seth. I glanced down my body to see dark-blue hair spilling over my stomach, a hue not found naturally unless the girl was created based off a fictitious, Anime character.

Yurika sucked my cock. I wasn’t sure why she was pleasing my dick, or why she was even in my room. I hadn’t ordered her to blow me. Last I saw her, Vin Dexter from my college was taking her upstairs around midnight to enjoy her. However, I didn’t have a problem enjoying the blowjob.

A god had every right to enjoy his creations.

Yurika came from the same series as Ruri, a ditzy, busty girl that Ruri often rolled her eyes at and called idiot.

It was incredible to have Yurika sucking on my cock. She worked her mouth up and down my dick, sucking with such hunger. I groaned, my dick shuddering. I clutched my two girlfriends to me as I enjoyed that hot mouth working up and down my cock.

I savored the warm, suckling pleasure. This delicious delight. Yurika’s hot mouth bobbed up and down my dick, her eyes staring up at me, bright and eager. She had such a cute face, especially with her lips wrapped around my cock.

“Damn,” I groaned.

“Mmm, noisy,” Orihime muttered, her big tits pressing into my side. Her orange hair shifted, half-covering her face. “Too early.”

“James,” whimpered Ruri. Her eyes slid open. “What are you…?” Her eyes trailed down to Yurika bobbing her head up and down my dick. “Idiot!”

I grinned at her and then kissed her on the mouth. She froze for a second, but then she melted into my kiss, her lips working against mine as Yurika sucked on my cock. My dick twitched and throbbed in Ruri’s mouth, my balls growing tighter and tighter.

“Mmm, she’s just jealous that Yurika’s sucking your cock,” Orihime purred, her voice slurred. She pressed her head into my neck.

Ruri broke the kiss. “Am not. That slut can suck your cock all she wants.”

I grinned at her. “You are jealous.”

Ruri’s delicate cheeks went scarlet. She shifted against me then rolled her eyes. “Idiots.”

I kissed her again, thrusting my tongue into her mouth as Yurika’s sweet lips brought me closer and closer to my eruption. I slid my hands down both my girlfriend’s supple backs to cup their rumps, Orihime’s plumper than Ruri’s. I squeezed and kneaded them as the pressure in my balls grew.

Yurika possessed skill. Like all the girls I’d created for Dreamgirl Delights, she knew how to please a man. Was eager for it. I focused on that when I created her, drawing her in bold inks on my sketchpad and willing her to life.

Her hands found my balls.

I groaned into the kiss with Ruri as Yurika’s delicate fingers massaged me. My toes curled. Pleasure built and built in me. This wondrous heat that spilled through me. I pressed Ruri and Orihime tight against me, loving the feel of both my girlfriends’ against my flesh.

“Mmm, just enjoy,” purred Orihime. “then let’s go back to sleep. So early.”

Yurika sucked harder. I groaned, breaking the kiss with Ruri. “Damn, Yurika. You want my cum.”

“So does Ruri,” mumbled Orihime.

“She’s welcome to it,” Ruri said even as my fingers slid past her rump, caressing her taint on the way to her hairless pussy. I stroked her juicy lips, grinning at her. She flashed me a dangerous, warning glance as I fingered her dripping twat.

I shoved two fingers into her depths.

Ruri gasped and shuddered. Her pussy clenched around me. I stirred her up, enjoying her squirming as almost as much as Yurika’s hot and hungry mount. But the Anime girl sucking my cock felt incredible. She was too much to ignore.

The pressure built in my balls. They swelled in them. I groaned as my dick throbbed. I was so close to exploding. I groaned through my clenched teeth. The pressure was intense. I squeezed Orihime’s rump and thrust my digits into Ruri’s depths.

Erupted into Yurika’s mouth.

“Damn!” I groaned.

“Mmm, just flood her mouth, James,” slurred Orihime into my neck.

“Yes, yes, flood the slut’s mouth!” Ruri whimpered, her pussy clenching on my fingers.

Pleasure spurted from my cock. Every blast sent those powerful surges through me. I reveled in them. They splashed across my mind. They spilled over my thoughts, drowning me in that bliss. It was incredible to experience.

I loved it.

My heart thundered in my chest. My fingers jammed deep into Ruri’s pussy. I stirred her up as she shuddered against me. She whimpered and trembled, clutching to me as the pleasure burned through my body.

I fired the last of the cum into Yurika’s mouth.

“Damn,” I panted, pumping my fingers in and out of Ruri’s juicy pussy.

Yurika popped her mouth off my dick. “Ooh, that was so yummy, Master!”

Master? That was new. Seth must have started that. I liked it. “You did good. Did you just need a taste?”

“Oh, no, Master Seth sent me in to give you your share of the take. At least the cash portion. A lot of PayPal and credit card transactions were used, too. And someone even paid with some Bitcoin.”

“Okay,” I panted.

“It’s on your desk,” Yurika said, a perky expression on her face. She had a bit of a ditzy look as she hummed and scooped up her clothing, a replication of the uniform she wore, a cute version of a naval officer outfit.

I kept fingering Ruri as Yurika dressed. The girl had such a carefree expression as she left the room. Ruri shuddered beside me, and then she gasped and came. Her pussy writhed about my fingers, caressing me with her passion, soaking me.

After her orgasm passed, I pulled my fingers out of her and rose. I sucked her spicy juices off of me as Orihime groaned and buried her head beneath a pillow. I reached the blue, vinyl deposit bag left on my desk. The type businesses took to the bank. I unzipped it.

Blinked.

There was a wad of twenties in there. Maybe more than a thousand dollars. I sank down on the chair at the desk, my sketchpad beside it, my special Coptic marker ready to be used to ink naughty anime girls to life.

“Damn,” I said. I had no idea what I should do with the money besides buying things.

And what was the point? I could just draw anything I wanted.

I frowned, glancing at the sketch pad. What should a god be doing?

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Becky Davies

I couldn’t help the wicked smile on my lips the next morning as I ate breakfast sitting between mother and daughter. Tonya had no idea I had enjoyed her mother last night, and Mr. Alberts and her little brother, Casey, were oblivious that I had made love to both of the Alberts women.

It was such a naughty thrill. I dove into my breakfast, loving this. I definitely had to ease Tonya into incest. I think her mother was open to it, but Tonya would be a different story. I quivered on the chair as I dug into the French toast.

“Mmm, you always have the best syrup, Mrs. Alberts,” I said to the MILF, loving the way she blushed.

“Thank you, honey,” she said.

“It’s good,” agreed Tonya, oblivious to what had happened late during the night. She had slept through it.

I glanced at Mr. Alberts, sitting at the head of the table while my feet both moved. I parted my legs and brushed the calves of both my lovers. I stroked mother and daughter at the same time, caressing them while they both shuddered beside me.

I should talk to Dad. Maybe he had some ideas. He helped smooth things over with Tonya.

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Steve Davies

The weekend was over. The slumber party had gone most of Saturday, leading to a lot more fucking. I had confirmed through the app that all three of my daughter’s friends were pregnant, my sperm finding their eggs.

Linda thought that was hot. I know I didn’t give her this breeding fetish. Examining her in the app showed it was developing all on her own. It triggered something in her that made church the day before positively wicked.

I spent my Sunday charges on doing some cleanup at church. There were a few marriages that were a little rocky, including my wife’s newest lover, Evaline. She was clingy when we first arrived for Sunday service, almost catty with me over my wife. It was clear Evaline had fallen hard for Linda while her husband seemed depressed. They’d been fighting all week, and he had no idea why. So I took care of that infatuation and her jealousy. Evaline would be a lover, but nothing more. She wouldn’t ruin her marriage over it.

And she would be happy to enjoy me, too. So when Linda invited her over to talk, it ended up with the three of us in the bedroom and the Korean wife gasping on my cock, though I had edited her so she couldn’t get pregnant by me.

A provision I planned on adding to any married women.

Next, I dealt with the preacher’s wife. Thanks to Linda seducing Fabiana, it degraded her value in monogamy and she started an affair with Deacon Luke Elder. I corrected both of them. I didn’t like cheating, even if I was editing women to sleep with me without them feeling any guilt.

I know, I was a hypocrite, but I just couldn’t help myself. I had the power to do this, and they wouldn’t form any lasting relationship.

My church feeling stronger, and the reverend looking a little more confident when he took the pulpit, I enjoyed the Sunday service. I was making my community better three changes at a time. I didn’t know what the other editor was doing.

I hadn’t found a hint of his or her activity outside of making me mayor.

I went through girl after girl at my college, especially the popular ones, looking for any of them that had been edited. None were locked saved the few I had enjoyed. I expanded out to the handsome guys. After all, it could be a girl who was in charge looking to hook up with a hunk. Or to make a hunk.

Nothing.

No rooms were edited. I went blurry-eyed scrolling through objects at the school, but couldn’t find anything.

I still had my three Monday charges. I puzzled on what to use them on as I knocked on my son’s room to rouse him. He’d come home last the night before from hanging out with Seth Parish all weekend. I didn’t know what my son, his girlfriends, and his friend were up to, but at least he was socializing.

And it kept him out of the house while we were having fun. I could use the phone to spy on him, but he was a good kid. I had to have some trust in them. I couldn’t just control my children’s lives. I had that chance and didn’t edit obedience into them.

“Hey, James,” I said, knocking. “Time for college.”

I heard giggling. “He’s almost ready, Mr. Davies.” said the polite Ruri. “Orihime was… being a brat.”

“Yep,” Orihime said. She yanked open the door revealing herself topless, her breasts constrained in a pink bra. “Sorry.”

James shifted as I saw him buttoning up his shirt, already wearing the gray slacks that were his uniform. Ruri was dressed, her gray sweater vest over her white blouse. She sat at James’s desk, his sketchpad open to a drawing of a voluptuous girl.

“Assignment’s done?” I asked him. “I’m glad you’re hanging out with your friends and all, but your schoolwork’s important.”

James nodded. He had a distant look in his eyes as he slid his tie on and began forming the Windsor knot.

“Everything okay?” I asked.

James shrugged.

I sensed something, but then a tug on my sleeve distracted me. I turned to see my eldest daughter, Becky. She had a pensive look on her face. I hadn’t seen much of her this weekend, either. She spent it at her friend’s house.

“Can we talk real quick, Dad?” she asked.

“Sure,” I said, my dick stirring. I hadn’t had a chance to make love to her in a few days. She had such big, ripe breasts swelling her school uniform, her auburn hair gathered in her cute braid. Her skirt swirled as she led me down the hallway to her room. “We don’t have time to…”

Her cheeks colored. “It’s not that Dad. It’s just…” She took a deep breath. “I kinda seduced Mrs. Alberts.”

“Oh,” I said, blinking. My daughter was so shy, but she had tried to seduce Tonya, so maybe she was coming out of her shell. I had tweaked her to do that.

“Yeah, it was great, but now… I want to get Tonya and her mother together.”

My dick throbbed. I couldn’t do anything about Tonya, having already edited her to patch up her relationship with my daughter. Now the mother…

“Okay, honey, so, you want some advice?”

My daughter nodded her head. “Yeah, I was thinking of trying to ease Tonya into it. You know, drop hints, make her think of her mom that way.”

I grabbed my phone. “Hmm, let me think a moment,” I said, turning my phone on. I unlocked the screen. “I might be able to do something.”

My daughter gave me a strange look as I opened the app to viewing mode and paused time. I found Mrs. Alberts and peeked into her. Her sexual orientation was well into bisexual. According to her relationship with my daughter, Becky had triggered some sort of latent desire, a curiosity the woman had always wanted to try and had been too afraid to indulge in. Now that she was older, she was starting to have regrets on her missed opportunities.

Then Becky went down on her and it changed everything. Opened herself up. And knowing Becky was sleeping with Tonya had shifted things, too. The mother was thinking about her daughter in that way. I checked Mrs. Alberts Desires Sub-Menu and found some kinky fantasies that had been born.

She wanted to enjoy her daughter.

I switched over to Tonya, just to check on hers. Under her Morality Sub-Menu, I found: Incest is wrong.

That was a problem. I checked her desires, and Tonya was beginning to have thoughts of lesbian sex with other women. The more she did things with Becky, the more Tonya was convinced it was right. Some of her professors were rising up in her relationship screen, fantasies about doing things with them.

I closed the app and Becky launched back into motion. “Try roleplay.”

“Roleplay?” asked Becky.

“I have a feeling Tonya’s not going to be into incest at all. She’s young. She needs to be eased in. Start pretending you’re her Mommy. Maybe pretend to nurse her. Get her thinking of it. Then see if you and she can seduce an older woman together.”

“Oh, really?” she asked. “You think Tonya would be into it.”

I grinned at her. “Have I ever given you bad advice?”

Becky threw her arms around my neck, pressing her breasts into me, and kissed me hard on the mouth. My dick throbbed as my eldest daughter loved me. She felt so nice in my arms. I held her tight as our tongues danced together.

She broke the kiss. “Oh, Dad, after classes, I’m going to give you an amazing titty fuck and then lick all your cum off my boobs.”

“Deal,” I said, glad to make my daughter happy.

On the way to school, I told Linda about Becky.

“Good for her,” Linda said, shining with pride. “She’s going to have so much fun. I wish I had the courage to seduce a few of my college professor.”

“Oh, you think she’s going to do that?” I asked.

“Maybe use an edit today to make it easy for her,” my wife suggested. “See which one she’s the most interested in, and tweak her.”

“Okay,” I said, nodding my head. “I can do that.”

Linda beamed at me. “Good. I like helping you figure out how to use your powers.”

To be continued…

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A very intelligent teenager falls in love with the head cheerleader.

Fbailey story number 271

Too Advanced For Her Age

I’m a very smart girl. I skip grades all of the time and I got into high school when I was only ten years old. By the time I was a senior I was still only twelve however by Thanksgiving I had turned thirteen and went to my first party. It was a drinking, dancing, and sex party but I didn’t know that at first.

By the way I’m Peggy Sue. As I said before I recently turned thirteen. Finally I’m a teenager. I’m quite average for a thirteen-year-old at four feet nine inches tall and eight-five pounds other than that I have very little in common with other thirteen-year-old girls. I wear an A-cup bra, get straight A’s in school, and I play the violin quite well too. I have also been told that I am cute.

Anyway the rest of the seniors think that I am special. They all talk to me and are very nice. I was even invited to a party on the Friday after Thanksgiving otherwise called Black Friday. Bambi the head cheerleader invited me because it was taking place at her house. She told me to bring a bikini because she had an indoor swimming pool. It was going to be a pool party for seniors only. Almost everyone there was going to be eighteen or nineteen years old.

When I told Mom that I had been invited to the party she thought that we should go shopping. We bought a nice bikini and a whole outfit for me to wear. I got a blouse, miniskirt, shoes, and even a new bra and panties from Victoria’s Secret.

I felt pretty. Mom dropped me off and told me to call her when I was ready to come home. Bambi answered the door when I rang the bell. She looked gorgeous. I felt like a little kid next to her…I was a little kid, I was just too advanced for my age.

The party started out slowly with kids dancing and some swimming for about an hour. Then the booze was brought out and things really got going. Kids were kissing and making out, others were fooling around in the pool, and yet others were just standing around talking.

As one of guys handed me a glass Bambi took away from me. She explained that he was just trying to get me drunk so that he could fuck me. What! I was astounded at her comment but she explained that he was noted for fucking unconscious girls and that his goal in life was to become an undertaker so that he could practice his necrophilia tendencies. I knew the word meant an erotic attraction to corpses and then I put two and two together. Bambi had saved me from him and I thanked her for it.

Bambi then took me to the kitchen and showed me how to make a ‘momosa’ using two parts orange juice and one part Champaign. She told me to go easy on the Champaign and that I should just sip it for at least an hour. That way I would fit in and I wouldn’t get drunk. Again I thanked her.

She told me to go get my bathing suit and that we could change in her bedroom. I went with her. Her bedroom was fantastic, she was fantastic, and I wished that she were my older sister. When I told her that she just smiled at me and said that she would like that very much too. Then she suggested that I call my mother and ask permission to spend the night with her. I did and mom wished me a good time.

Bambi undressed in front of me as if she did it all the time. She really was gorgeous, she had fantastic breasts, and her pussy was shaved into the shape of a heart on her pubic mound while the rest of it was shaved bare. She just smiled at me as I got undressed. I felt so embarrassed as she watched me remove my clothes. I have almost no tits and my pussy had just a little bit of peach fuzz on it. Bambi smiled and said that I had the perfect body. For some reason I believed her. Then we embraced. My head fit right into her cleavage. I was staring at her erect nipple just inches in front of my nose. I inhaled and she smelled so good. She too must have inhaled because she told me how good my hair smelled. She rubbed my back from my shoulder down to my ass cheeks. I just kept my arms around her waist. I could hear her heartbeat and it was so soothing that I felt like I was in my mother’s arms. Soon I realized that we were still in each other’s arms and that Bambi was massaging my ass cheeks and that she was rubbing one of my nipples. I felt the urge to take her nipple in my mouth, so I did so. She seemed to like it, so sucked on it more. Right then I felt so close to Bambi in a way that I couldn’t explain. Her rubbing of my ass and my breast made a funny feeling deep in my tummy.

Suddenly Bambi shuddered and released me. We put on our bikinis and headed down to the pool area where the rest of the party was taking place. Along the way Bambi asked me if had enjoyed hugging her and I told her that I had. She told me that we could hug all night long in her bed afterwards if I wanted too. I told her that I would like that very much.

Bambi kept a close eye on me and I on her. The party started to get really wild and girls were topless, boys were grabbing them, and I saw couples go off together. I knew that they were going to have sex. Several boys tried to get Bambi to go with them but she wouldn’t go with them. I was pleased because for some reason I was jealous. I wanted her myself. A few boys asked me to go off with them but I told them that I didn’t want too. Some of the boys tried to kiss me, some felt my ass but not like Bambi had, and one even grabbed my little tits from behind. Bambi smacked him for his efforts. He apologized and then he left me alone.

The party was scheduled to end at midnight and Bambi made a couple of announcements to that effect. Her fellow cheerleaders helped her get the others out. Then they had one last drink to the end of a perfect evening. One at a time each cheerleader told the rest of the cheerleaders who had kissed them, who they had let feel them up, and who they had let fuck them that night. When it came to me I told them about Rob grabbing my tits. Bambi was last and told the other girls about our nude hug in her bedroom and that I had agreed to spend the night in her bed. For some reason I was pleased when they told me that they had all slept with Bambi too and that she was the nicest girl that they had ever slept with. Then Bambi removed her bikini and then mine. One at a time each cheerleader kissed me on the lips, rubbed my nipples, and fingers my wet pussy before doing the same thing to Bambi. They wished us both a good night and then they left us alone.

Bambi picked up our bikinis and took my hand. We went up to her bedroom and right into her bathroom. There we took turns using the toilet and then we took a shower together. Bambi washed my body and I got to wash her body. She liked my little tits and I liked her big ones. She liked my pussy and fingered it. I liked her pussy too and I fingered it. Then Bambi played with my clit and gave me my first orgasm. Oh my God! That was fantastic. I had tried it once when I was eight years old and taking advanced biology by apparently my mind was way to advanced for my body at the time because my clit was not developed enough for me to stimulate myself.

We dried off and got in bed together. She turned the light out and kissed me. She had the softest lips, the nicest tongue, and the best tasting mouth that I could ever imagine. In the next hour she kissed every inch of my body, she made love to my tiny breasts, and she ate my pussy until I had orgasm after orgasm. I had never felt that good in my entire life. Finally after Bambi had her fill of me I was allowed to do whatever I wished to her. I loved her big boobs and sucked on her nipples forever. I cautiously went down to her pussy and started to use my fingers and lips on her like she had on me. She tasted wonderful and I realized why she spent so much time eating my pussy. She was very juicy from our lovemaking. I inserted one of my fingers in her moist pussy, then I inserted two, and then I tried to get my whole hand inside her. Surprisingly it started to slide into her and then I got scared. Bambi said that it felt good and told me to keep going so I did. Because of how tiny I was and the fact that I had tiny hands too, I was able to get it all the way up inside her pussy. At her request I made a fist and started fucking her. Bambi had multiple orgasms and said that she loved me. I told her that I loved her too. I fisted her until I fell asleep.

Sometime in the middle of the night Bambi woke me up and asked me to take my hand out of her pussy so that she could go to the bathroom. She had to pee because of all the drinks that she had at her party. I went in with her. She sat on the toilet and had me sit on her lap facing her. We peed together at the same time. I peed all over her pussy as we French kissed. We took another shower together then we went back to bed.

That time she fingered my pussy with one and then with two fingers. Bambi went to her drawer and took out a dildo that was really long and had a head on each end. She said that she loves to put one end in her pussy and one end in her ass. Wow!

I got that thing shoved into my pussy very gentle before she fucked me with it. It was the very first thing to ever enter me but after that terrific feeling it wouldn’t be the last. Bambi said that no boy yet had felt that good inside her. She admitted that she very much liked girls but that she had let six different boys fuck her in the past. They were all members of the football team. She and the other cheerleaders had passed them around. Some of the girls had allowed all twenty-six members of the football team to fuck them, including the two coaches and the equipment manager too. Bambi on the other hand had made love to all of the cheerleaders on the Varsity and on the Junior Varsity teams along with all four coaches. It was quite obvious that Bambi liked girls more than she liked boys and that I liked Bambi. Soon Bambi was on the other end of the dildo and we were fucking it back and forth between our pussies. She let me keep it in my pussy and then we cuddled and fell asleep again.

The next morning we woke up late and I helped Bambi clean up the house. Her parents knew that she was going to give the party and that was why they had gone away. All she had to do was make sure that the house was presentable when they returned.

We were swimming in our bikinis when Bambi’s parents came home. Bambi introduced me to her mother as her ‘girlfriend.’ I blushed at the way that she had said the word girlfriend. Her mother smiled at me and said that Bambi had good taste in girls, then she surprised me when she asked her if I tasted as good as I looked. Bambi told her that I did. Her parents knew that she went both ways but that she preferred girls.

Bambi’s mother said that she would get hid of her husband and come back to join us for a nude swim. Bambi told her mother not to bother because she was not going to share me with her. I was shocked at the mere thought of Bambi’s mother wanting to have sex with me. But then again she was a very pretty woman. I realized that I was now considering having sex with other girls. However, at that moment I enjoyed being Bambi’s girlfriend.

The End
Too Advanced For Her Age
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Minako and her twin sister have a naughty evening when they take their mother over to Clint’s house for dinner.

Twin Sister Delights

(An Incestuous Harem Story)

Chapter Five: Twins’ Wicked Evening

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

“This is going to be an amazing dinner,” my twin sister said as we walked up the street with our mom to Clint’s house.

“Minako thinks so, too,” I answered, the pair of us speaking our native Japanese.

Kimiko gave me a naughty grin, a smile spreading across her delicate lips, the corners of her mouth spreading wide. She gripped my hand, squeezing it. We both wore dresses, mine sleeveless and blue, the skirt falling down to a few inches above my knee while hers was white with purple polka dots decorating it, a scoop cut to her bodice showing off the top of her small breasts, giving her just a little bit of cleavage. We both had our silky, black hair combed, mine with a pair of barrettes to hold back my bangs.

Our mother walked ahead of us. She also wore a dress, something stylish, salmon pink with the waist cinched tight by a built-in belt. It gave such a nice shape to her rump. A hot thrill tingled through my pussy. I wore no panties beneath my dress, which felt so naughty. I couldn’t wait for tonight. Clint and his incestuous harem would help Kimiko and I seduce our mother.

I wanted to lick our mother’s pussy. I wanted to eat her snatch and make her cum. I wanted to suck on her nipples while my sister enjoyed the other. I wanted to share her with my twin. My sister-Mistress. If Kimiko ordered me to do something naughty, I would. Without hesitation. I would do such naughty things to her. I would devour her.

“It’s this house, Kimiko-chan?” asked Mom, nodding to the gray house with the large tree in the front yard.

I shivered, remembering meeting Lee in this very yard, the girl raking up leaves. She saw us, seeing a pair of Japanese twins, and just had to seduce us for her brother. Of course, Kimiko wanted to be seduced. She knew Zoey, Clint’s older sister, from the internet. They were part of a secret chat group made up of girls longing to commit incest with their brothers.

“Yes, it is, okaasan,” Kimiko said. She shivered. “This is going to be amazing.”

“You are in a rare in mood today,” our mother said.

Kimiko shivered, her hand squeezing mine so tight. She nodded her head, shivering, shuddering. “It’s just that Clint’s such a cool guy, you know, okaasan. So cute.”

Our mother gave a shudder.

“Minako thinks so, too,” I said, referring to myself in the third person. It was how little girls would speak especially to their older brothers. Kimiko claimed I did it because I wanted an older brother to be childish around.

And now we had Clint.

Our mother had met Clint earlier today and responded to his charm. She patted her hair now and adjusted her skirt as she faced the walkway up to his house. Her cheeks had a touch of color to them. I couldn’t wait to see Clint fuck her.

“Let’s go, okaasan,” Kimiko said, my twin squeezing my hand.

“Right, right,” our mother said. Then she marched to the door, her heels clicking. My twin sister and I followed. My eighteen-year-old body trembled. My stomach twisted into a nervous pretzel even as my pussy grew hotter and hotter. If anyone could seduce our mother into incest. It was Clint and his family.

Our mother reached the porch and punched the doorbell. A chime rang through the house. I could hear movement inside. Soft music drifted through, generic pop, the sort of tunes you’d hear listening to American radio.

Footsteps approached the door. Kimiko squeezed my hand. She then ducked over and gave me a quick kiss on the lips behind our mother’s back. I shuddered at the hot feel of her mouth, and that brief flutter of her tongue. A dizzying wave of heat washed out of my cunt. My snatch grew juicier and juicier.

The door opened.

Mother straightened, smiling.

“Hello,” Clint said in English, his voice a delicious baritone. Deep and manly, but with still a hint of boyishness about it. A delicious contrast of youth and confidence. “Come in, Mrs. Mihara. It’s such a pleasure to see you.”

He took our mother’s hand, guiding her inside. Our mother turned her head and I caught such a big smile on her lips. A touch of color darkened her cheeks even with the rogue she wore. When was the last time Mother wore so much makeup? She looked gorgeous.

Women and girls were already gathering in the living room. I shivered. I knew he had a large harem, but I had not met any of them save Lee and Zoey yesterday. Lee had such a big grin on her face, the slender girl wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top that showed off the starting swell of her pregnancy, her breasts round and clearly braless. Her short, black hair gave her face a mischievous quality only enhanced by that smile.

“Mrs. Mihara,” Clint said, “we’re all so glad you and your daughters could be here. These are my sisters, Alicia and Zoey.”

Alicia turned out to be a petite girl who looked like she was ten or twelve, wearing a frilly, pink dress with delicate glasses perched on her girlish face. I knew she was actually eighteen like my sister and me, the youngest member of Clint’s harem.

“It’s so nice to meet you, Mrs. Mihara,” Alicia said, her voice delicate.

Zoey was taller and so busty. She had the biggest pair of tits I had ever seen. They stretched out the cashmere sweater she wore, the tight, purple fabric hugging those big mounds. She had a refined beauty about her, matured out of the youthfulness of the other girls, her brassy hair giving her such an exotic look. She held another young woman’s hand who had fiery hair and green eyes, a flirty smile on her face.

“Hello,” Zoey said. “And this is my girlfriend, Stefani.”

“Girlfriend?” our mother asked. “Oh, that’s nice.”

“Pleasure to meet you,” Stefani said, that grin turning naughty as she glanced at us. “Zoey told me so much about you, Kimiko. Especially about that talk you two had yesterday.”

My sister squeezed her hand on me, shivering. “It was a… uh… informative talk.”

“I bet it was,” Stefani said.

“And these are my cousins, Lee and Melody,” Clint said.

“Sup,” Lee said, bouncing on her feet beside a blonde girl who looked a year or two older than me. She had such light hair coloring compared to the rest of her family, but the features of her face were found in Zoey, Alicia, and Lee.

“It’s so nice to meet you,” Melody said. “Don’t let the brat here bother you. If she’s bad, just let Clint or me know, and we’ll deal with her.”

“Oh, I am sure your sister will be fine,” Mom said, still holding Clint’s hand.

“And here’s my girlfriend, Pam,” Clint said, motioning to the Japanese girl lurking in the doorway. I hadn’t noticed her. She was petite like my twin and me, her black hair gathered in a French braid that gave her such a confident, elegant appearance. She strode forward, wearing black leggings beneath her skirt. She took Clint’s other hand and gave him a kiss on the mouth.

“It’s so nice to meet you, Mrs. Mihara,” she said.

“Oh, girlfriend,” Mom said, a hint of disappointment in the tightness of her words.

“And that’s Pam’s mom, Mrs. Hiragawa,” Clint added, nodding to the Japanese woman Mother’s age, sweeping in.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mihara-san,” the woman said in Japanese. It was a little stiff, like she hadn’t spoken it in a long time.

“My daughters and I are just so honored to be here, Hiragawa-san,” Mom answered. “And please, call me Kaori.”

“Asuka,” Pam’s mother said, giving a nod of her head. I knew she, too, was part of the harem and that her daughter was Clint’s half-sister. Just like his cousins.

“And last, the two women who made tonight’s dinner possible, we have my mother, Cheryl, and my Aunt Vicky,” Clint said, pointing at another door.

Two women with aprons on stepped out. They were clearly sisters, both mature and beautiful, one with hair dyed bleached-blonde, the other with the same black that Lee and Clint had. They were busty like Zoey, their aprons hugging tight to their curvy bodies. Their faces were beautiful. They both were so lovely, the one with bleached-blonde hair almost glowing.

“My son told us so much about meeting you today, Mrs. Mihara,” the woman with the dyed hair said. “I just want you to know, we will do everything to make your time living in California pleasurable and memorable.”

“I bet you will,” Kimiko whispered, her hand squeezing me.

“Now I hope you won’t think us rude,” Vicky said, “but we still have work to do on dinner. The ham is coming out amazing. You’re going to love it.”

Our mother nodded, still holding Clint’s hand.

“Come on,” Mrs. Hiragawa said, embracing my mother. “I would love to talk to you. I haven’t been able to speak my native language since my parents moved to America when I was a child.”

“Of course,” our mother said, letting the other Japanese beauty lead her off into the living room. I couldn’t help but shiver, knowing this woman had discovered the joys of incest with her daughter. I squirmed, wanting mother to enjoy that.

Clint’s sisters all came up and embraced Kimiko and me. The hugs seemed innocent, but I could feel the press of their breasts, especially Melody when she gave me a fierce hug and a quick grope of my ass. It made me feel nervous with fluttering excitement, hoping our mother didn’t notice before it was time for the fun to begin.

Mother glanced at Clint when the pair reached the far side of the living room. “Your daughter is a lucky girl to have Clint for a boyfriend.”

“Oh, yes, she’s delirious with joy. He’s such a strong, young man.” Mrs. Hiragawa said. I couldn’t help but listen, my ears pricked as Lee babbled. “Young men can be such a joy for a woman. How long has it been since your husband passed?”

“Ten years.” Mom swallowed. “I still miss Junichiro. It’s been… lonely.”

“Such a long time to go without a lover,” Mrs. Hiragawa said, taking my mother’s hand and drawing her farther away in the living room to admire the flowers on the mantle.

I hoped this would work.

“Let’s go talk in my room,” Zoey said. “Stefani has so many questions for you, Kimiko.”

“So many,” the redhead said, her arm slipping around Kimiko’s shoulders. “Have you seen our toy collection? How good are you at conversation? Do you believe in sharing?”

My pussy grew so hot as Zoey and Stefani led Kimiko off in another direction. I didn’t know if I should follow or not. I shifted in place, feeling suddenly so alone despite the other people in the house. My heart thundered in my chest and—

Arms went around my body. I was hugged from behind. Hair caressed my cheek as the girl nuzzled at me from behind. She had round breast that rubbed into my back, separated by our clothing. I turned my head and saw blonde locks and a fair cheeks. It was Melody, her hands stroking my stomach.

“Mmm, just relax,” she told me. “We are a well-oiled machine here. We’re going to seduce the panties off your mother. Now watch my Clint.”

Clint appeared. I hadn’t noticed him vanishing. He strode across the room with a pair of wine glasses in hand. He handed them to the two Japanese women. Mother turned to face him, her posture changing. It became more… open, her back straighter, showing off the curves of her body in her purple dress. It outlined her round breasts nicely. Clint stroked her arm after she took the glass. He said something.

She laughed.

Mother blossomed. She looked so alive as she talked to him, a flower drinking in the rays of a handsome sun. I shuddered in Melody’s embrace, loving the feel of her holding me. She rubbed harder at my belly through my dress, making my pussy so wet.

“A woman needs the attention of a man,” Melody purred. “It’s stirring to watch, isn’t it, Minako?”

I nodded my head, my throat so tight, my mouth dry with excitement.

Melody’s right hand drifted down from my belly. She slid past my crotch, moving down my thigh to the hem of my dress. I gasped as she slid beneath it. Right here in the living room, fifteen or so feet from my mother, she slid her hand up beneath my dress. Her fingers touched my skin, igniting a fire that raced up to my pussy.

I whimpered as she climbed higher and higher. She wiggled, pressing her crotch into my rump. This was such a risk. We could get caught by my mother. I should object, but the excitement of last night, using the double-headed dildo with Kimiko beneath the blanket on the couch while our mother watched TV, stirred through me. It was this strange thrill of getting caught.

It heightened the feel of Melody’s fingers.

I fought the urge to gasp when she reached my silky bush. I whimpered, my eyes squeezing shut, as she caressed me with her delicate fingers. She stroked me with her naughty touch, caressing me. Her fingers intertwined through my silky curls as she searched for my hot cunt. She brushed my wet lips.

I shivered as she stroked up and down my slit. She moved around me, stimulating me as she stood next to me now, her digit dancing up and down my pussy. She brushed my clit, making me shudder as she faced me, a normal-looking expression on her face acting like she wasn’t fingering my slit.

“Mmm, you’ve got a hot, little cunt, don’t you?” she asked.

I nodded my head, shivering at the wicked delight.

“I hear you’re just a submissive thing,” purred Melody. “Just doing anything someone wants. I like that in a slut fucking my man.”

I nodded my head again, fighting the little whimpers. My mom was so close, talking with Clint. But if she looked over at us, and realized Melody had her hand beneath my skirt. I shuddered, my face contorting with bliss.

Melody’s free hand grabbed my right wrist and brought it to her inner thigh right beneath the hem of her jean skirt. She gave me a wicked grin, drawing my hand upright. I shivered as she brought my hand higher and higher, her flesh so silky smooth. Heat grew and grew. I whimpered, my pussy clenching.

And then I was touching her shaved pussy lips. She had no hair, her flesh smooth and dripping. I groaned as she pushed me tight against her pussy. Then she gave me a big grin and licked her lips. I let out a moan, copying her, stroking up and down her slit. Her labia felt so hot against my fingers. I felt her folds, stroking her as we both whimpered.

“Mmm, you’re mother has no idea you’re a little lezzie-slut, does she?” Melody asked, glancing at my mom. “She’s drooling over my man. She has no idea you’re rubbing my pussy.”

“No idea,” I whimpered.

“Mmm, say what you are,” Melody purred and then jammed her fingers into my pussy.

The shock of her penetration made me rise on my tiptoes. I groaned, my pussy clenching down on her fingers. I copied her. I jammed my digits into her juicy depths, submitting to her. Her cunt engulfed me. I wiggled them inside of her, making her smile.

“Say it,” Melody hissed, the heel of her hand ground on my clit.

“Minako is a little lezzie slut,” I moaned, my pussy squeezing down on her fingers.

She massaged my bud, making me tremble. I let out a deep whimper of delight. I gasped and shuddered, my entire body shivering in delight. It was so amazing. It was so delicious. I couldn’t help but squirm in wondrous delight.

Pleasure washed through me. I groaned and gasped. My eyes squeezed shut. My entire body trembled. Her fingers pumped faster and faster, stirring up my cunt. I wanted to moan, but I couldn’t. I had to be calm. I couldn’t look like a little, lezzie slut. Mom would notice, if she glanced over at me.

My fingers pumped faster and faster into Melody’s cunt. I churned her up, making her whimper. She pressed against me, the feel of her round breasts rubbing on my arm. She jammed a third digit into my snatch.

I copied her.

“Ooh, yes, that’s it, you little Japanese whore,” she hissed. “You’re going to make me cum so hard, aren’t you?”

“Minako will, Melody-chan,” I groaned, my body shaking.

I caught Lee grinning at me. Pam was beside her, watching as she sipped a coke. She had flushed cheeks. Her eyes were so naughty. My pussy quivered about Melody’s fingers. The naughty girl churned me up. The delight rippled through me. My orgasm built.

Melody’s three fingers felt so wonderful in me. The blonde girl gave me such a wicked delight. She massaged my clit and plunged her fingers so hard and fast into me. My body quivered. My juices flowed down my thighs. I wiggled from side to side, my face growing tighter and tighter.

“You’re going to cum, aren’t you, lezzie slut?” Melody hissed. “Right in front of your mother?”

“Uh-huh,” I moaned, working my fingers in and out of my pussy.

“Right under her nose,” she whimpered. “Ooh, we’re both going to cum. We’re both going to explode.”

“Minako wants that,” I moaned, my voice so throaty.

Then such delight exploded through me. My orgasm rippled through my body. My pussy convulsed on her three fingers. She fucked them in and out of me so hard. I groaned in delight, my body trembling, the pleasure surging through me.

Then Melody let out a throaty moan. Her pussy joined mine in rapturous delight. Her flesh massaged my thrusting fingers. I teased her. I fucked in and out of her so fast, driving her wild, making her tremble in delight.

My mother had no idea. She was panting after Clint, staring at him with such hunger and drinking in all his words that she wasn’t paying attention to the obvious. I quivered, juices flowing down my thighs. I whimpered in delight. I squeezed my eyes shut. Sparks burst through my dark vision.

It was amazing. I loved cumming. I couldn’t wait for mother to join us in this bliss.

My orgasm peaked through me. I trembled, my pussy clamping down a final time on her fingers. Then my spasming stopped. I swayed, sucking in deep breaths. I opened my eyes. I blinked, looking around the room.

Lee flashed me a thumbs up. Pam nodded her head in agreement, winking at us. I blushed as Melody pulled her fingers out of my pussy. They glistened. She held them up then sauntered over to Pam, my fingers sliding out of her snatch.

I groaned as she fed my pussy juices to her half-sister. Pam sucked on them one by one just feet from my mother. I quivered, staring down at my own juicy fingers. I brought them to my mouth. I sucked on them, tasting Melody’s sweet pussy. She tasted so good. I groaned about them.

My mother glanced at me. “Minako-chan, don’t suck on your fingers.”

Flushing, I ripped my fingers out of my mouth. “Sorry, okaasan.”

She turned back to Clint, talking with him. She had a hand rubbing his arm, his hand resting on her hip. I shivered at how womanly my mother looked. She never appeared as anything but a parent to me. Clint awakened something inside of her.

It made my heart beat faster.

Melody and Pam drifted back to me. “You taste so good, Minako,” Pam said. “Just yum.”

I blushed. “Thank you, Pam-chan. Minako… Minako hopes to taste you, too.”

“You will,” Melody purred. “Maybe not tonight, but Clint’s going to be enjoying you and your sister.” Melody sighed. “Less time for us with him.”

“He won’t forget us,” Pam said.

“And if he does, we’ll remind him,” Melody said, something hardening her face for a moment.

“So, what’s Japan like?” Pam asked.

They pelted me with questions. I smiled, answering them, starting to open up. I shouldn’t be shy, not after Melody and I fingered each other to orgasms only moment ago. It felt nice to start to make American friends.

Friends with benefits.

At some point, Clint vanished. My mom still talked with Mrs. Hiragawa, speaking softly. I hoped they were gossiping about Clint, Mom getting all wet and ready to be fucked by him. Oh, I would love to see that.

“What are you thinking about?” Melody asked. “Something naughty glinted in her eyes.”

I blushed. Normally, I would never say this to my friends, but these girls were different. “Minako is thinking about Clint fucking her mother. Minako enjoys watching Clint when he’s fucking.”

“He is such a hunk,” Pam said. “Mmm, I get off watching him plow Melody hard.”

Melody just grinned. “He is fun to watch. You should see him and Alicia. She’s so cute and tiny beneath him.”

“Minako can only imagine. She looks so young.”

“It’s all an act,” Melody said. “She likes pretending to be a little girl, but she also wants to be bred by Clint. She’s been pestering me all weekend about it. She’s just a little slut.”

“Like the rest of us,” Pam said.

My mother and Mrs. Hiragawa drifted out of the room. I shivered, hoping it wouldn’t be long before Clint was fucking mom. I wanted to see that so badly. I ached for it. I needed it. It would be so hot. As hungry as I was for dinner, I wanted another treat first.

“There you are,” Kimiko said, her face flushed, a big smile on her face. She had a tousled look to her hair and her face looked wet and freshly scrubbed. “Come on!”

I gasped as my twin sister seized my hand and yanked me from Melody and Pam. “Okay, onee-sama. Bye!”

“Have fun,” Melody said.

Pam nodded, a wicked grin on her face. They knew what was going on, but I didn’t.

“Onee-sama, what are we doing?” I asked in Japanese as she dragged me towards the stairs.

“You’ll see, onee-chan.”

I clutched at her hand as she led me upstairs to the second floor. We passed a bedroom, door open, Zoey and Stefani cuddled naked in bed. I shivered, knowing my sister was just in the middle of that lesbian loving going on there.

“Have fun,” Stefani called brightly, Zoey face nuzzling into her round breasts. “We’ll bring you in here, soon, Minako. Yunie and I will devour you.”

“Mmm, they will, onee-chan,” my twin sister said before she closed the door to their room. She kept leading me down the hallway to the door at the end of it.

It was clearly the master bedroom. I shivered when I entered it, seeing the large bed neatly made in the center, the furniture all darkly polished wood. On a nightstand lay a sleeping mask, the type of blindfold people would wear on a plane. I trembled as my gaze swept around then stopped at a mirror standing in the corner of the room. It was old. I could see myself in the reflection, my face looking as flushed as my sister’s, though my hair was neater.

Clint entered. “Strip.”

His word lashed at me. I gasped and obeyed, my hands reaching behind me to unzip my sleeveless dress. Kimiko was already pulling her white dress with purple polka dots up her body, baring her naked thighs then her black-furred muff. She whipped it over her head and her small tits popped into view, jiggling in delight.

I yanked down my zipper, biting my lip as it got stuck for a moment. Clint stared at me with those dark, commanding eyes. I had to obey him. I couldn’t disappoint my surrogate big brother. My pussy clenched as I let out a whimper and—

The zipper came unstuck.

It pulled it the rest of the way down and then shrugged my shoulders. It fell off my arms and swept down my body. I groaned, trembling, my entire body on fire. My nipples pulsed with the beat of my heart. My juices ran down my thighs. I took Kimiko’s hand, standing before our big brother naked.

“Onii-sama,” I moaned, calling him brother but with that honorific that implied lord or Master.

“Mmm, aren’t you two just delicious,” he said. “Two flowers blossoming into the beauty of your mother.”

“Thank you, onii-sama,” my sister whimpered, squeezing my hand. “We’re both so glad you could help us with this. We want to enjoy our mother so much.”

“Don’t we all,” Clint said, stopping before us, his shirt molding to his muscular body, his jeans looking so scrumptious on him. So tight. He bulged.

Did Mother notice that bulge?

“Do you need satisfaction, onii-sama?” Kimiko asked. My twin sister squeezed my hand. “My slut-sister and I would be more than happy to provide any form of relief.”

“Mmm, I bet you would,” he said, staring at us. “Kimiko, spread out on the bed, ass on the edge, legs wide. Minako, bend over and feast on your twin’s hot pussy. You’re her little slut-sister. You need to take care of her.”

“Yes, onii-sama,” I moaned. “Minako will please her Sister-Mistress.”

Kimiko squeezed my hands before she threw herself on the bed in a Lee level of display. She shivered, bouncing on it. Her small tits heaved. She wiggled, adjusting herself, her slanted eyes smoky. She parted her thighs.

Her bush was matted with her dewy excitement.

I moved to her, my mouth already salivating. I wanted to feast on her. In such a short time, I became addicted to her pussy. I leaned over, presenting Clint with my rump. I groaned, wiggling my hips, presenting Clint with my cunt. My cream dripped down my own thighs as I nuzzled into my sister’s bush.

Her silky hairs tickled my face. I whimpered as I pressed into those curls and found her pussy lips. I licked through her petals, gathering her tangy juices. I let my tongue danced across my sister’s juicy snatch. It sent such a wild thrill through me to do this. I wiggled my hips back and forth. My pussy was on fire. Juices ran down my thighs. The heat made me shiver.

I whimpered as my tongue fluttered through her folds. I teased her. I lapped at her. I made her groan and gasp. Her entire body quivered. She humped against me, grinding her pussy on my hungry mouth. Her back arched, her little titties jiggling. She made such wanton sounds.

My tongue dove into her hot depths. I swirled around, dancing through her sheath. I teased her. I made her gasp out in delight. The bed creaked as she shuddered. Her thighs squeezed about my head as I feasted on her. Then she grinned.

A zipper rasped behind me.

“Ooh, onii-sama, yes, yes, fuck my whore-sister’s pussy!” Kimiko moaned, grinding her cunt on me. “Do it! Fuck her so hard!”

I squeezed my eyes shut, my pussy clenching. “Yes, yes, Minako wants that so very much!”

“It is a naughty pussy,” Clint groaned. “Damn, Japanese twins. What a treat.”

I shivered at that word. I fluttered my tongue through my twin sister’s pussy, reveling in our lesbian incest. So glad I could share this moment with our new big brother. His jeans rustled, denim rasping. I whimpered, such a naughty heat washing through me and—

Clint’s cock nuzzled at my pussy’s entrance.

He groaned as he slid his dick up and down my snatch. He felt my wet heat. He could tell how horny I was. How I eager I was for this delight to slide into my cunt. I sucked in a deep breath, waiting for that moment of wondrous penetration. To be filled by his dick. To have him thrusting into me, pumping away so hard. So fast.

I trembled, my toes curling in my shoes. I needed this so badly. I needed to be fucked so hard by him. I needed his dick fucking me. Pounding me. I wanted that delicious, amazing, wonderful cock sliding into my depths.

Clint thrust.

I whimpered into Kimiko’s pussy as his dick slid into me. He filled me to the hilt. His cock stretched out my cunt. I groaned, Squeezing my eyes shut at the wondrous feell of him in me. His balls smacked into my bush, just grazing my clit.

“Onii-sama!” I howled into my sister’s pussy at the wondrous feeling of his girth.

“Damn, Minako, you have such a tight cunt,” he growled. “Fuck, I love it.”

“She does!” moaned my twin sister, her hips grinding her bush and cunt on my mouth, “Oh, onii-sama, fuck her little slut-pussy so hard! Use her! Dump your cum into her!”

I could only whimper in delight, voicing my agreement to the plan, as Clint’s dick pumped away inside of me. He stirred me up. He made me quiver with that delicious dick slamming into my cunt over and over again. I squeezed my eyes shut. I groaned into my sister’s snatch as he filled me. He reamed into me again and again.

Every thrust of his dick into my pussy made me groan. My eyes squeezed shut as the ecstasy washed through my body. It drowned my mind in such rapturous delight. My eyes squeezed shut. The pleasure surged through me, building and swelling in me as he fucked me so hard.

“Yes, yes, yes, fuck her, onii-sama!” Kimiko moaned, squirming on the bed, her silky bush tickling my face. Her hands seized my black hair, holding me in place. “Pound her! Cum in her!”

“Yes!” Clint growled, his hips thrusting so hard. His crotch smacked into my rump.

I quivered and moaned my delight.

My tongue fluttered through my sister’s pussy. My hands shot beneath her rump, holding her butt-cheeks as Clint reamed me. The silky friction of his cock slamming into my cunt sent dizzying waves washing through my body and drowning my mind in anticipatory delight.

I couldn’t wait for the true euphoria to come.

My fingers kneaded my sister’s rump as I feasted on her cunt. I squirmed my hips, wiggling and undulating them as Clint hammered me. I rocked on my feet, legs bent to take the impact of his strokes. His hands caressed down my back, stroking my flesh, making me whimper in utter delight. It was so amazing. So wondrous.

I shuddered, my pussy squeezing down so hard on his thrusting dick. He reamed into me. He made me whimper and groan.

His cock churned me up. It made me gasp and moan. My entire body felt so drunk on his thrusts fucking into me. My hips swiveled around his cock, stirring him up through my pussy. My eyes squeezed shut as the rapture built and built.

“Oh, yes, yes, yes, onee-chan!” Kimiko moaned. “I’m going to drown you in so much pussy juices! This is so hot! Keep licking my pussy and… Yes, yes! Suck on my clit, you nasty slut-sister!”

My lips locked on her clit, sucking hard, my cunt squeezing down on Clint’s thrusting dick.

“Fuck!” he grunted, thrusting into my depths. “Such a tight snatch!”

“Cum in her, onii-sama!” moaned my sister. “Then I can lick you out of her. You taste so good adorned with her pussy juices!”

I whimpered, wanting that so badly. I was on the cusp of my orgasm. I just needed a little bit more to send me over the edge. My entire body quivered. My tongue fluttered through my sister’s snatch. I stirred her up. I feasted on the tangy cream running out of her.

“Such wicked sisters!” grunted Clint, his thrusts so hard. Every time he buried into me, the force pressed my face tighter into my sister’s snatch.

“We are so wicked!” my twin moaned. “Ooh, onee-chan, keep sucking on my clit and… You naughty slut!”

It took me a moment to realize what she meant as I loved her clit with my hungry lips. While kneading her ass, my fingers had worked into her butt-crack. Now they brushed her asshole. I shivered and then jammed my middle digit deep into her rectum.

She gasped, arching her back and pulling her clit from my lips. I chased after the bud, her asshole clenching down on my probing digit. Her hot pussy smeared across my chin as I latched onto her little nub again. I sucked on it, loving it.

She squealed in rapture. Her body heaved. And then her tangy juices flooded my mouth. My sister’s incestuous passion bathed my face. I reveled in it. I drank down her ambrosia, my cunt clenching down so hard on Clint’s dick ramming into my cunt.

“Yes, yes, yes! Onee-chan! You’re such a good slut!” My sister’s moans filled the room. “The best slut-sister!”

Her words made me shiver.

“Damn!” Clint groaned, hammering my cunt with his dick.

The thrill of pleasing my sister combined with the rapture of Clint’s thick dick plunging over and over into my juicy depths. My cunt grew so hot. My toes curled against the carpet. And then my passion exploded in me.

My pussy writhed about Clint’s thrusting dick. I groaned, ecstasy washing out of my convulsing cunt every time he buried into me. His hands squeezed my hips so tight. His moans were so thick and manly.

“You wicked slut, Minako!” he grunted.

“She is!” whimpered Kimiko as I kept sucking on her clit and fingering her asshole. “Spill in her! Breed her!”

“Yes!” I gasped. “Minako wants to be bred!”

He buried into me and that wondrous moment happened. His cum fired into me. He filled me with blast after blast of his jizz. My eyes squeezed shut as the rapture surged through my body. My orgasm intensified.

I milked his cock. My hungry cunt wanted every drop of his seed to spill into me. I sucked on my sister’s clit so hard as my orgasm surged through me. My mind melted into delirium. So much joy burst inside of me.

Clint’s cum was in me while I pleasured my sister’s pussy. This felt so right.

“Damn, you are good, Minako,” he grunted. He yanked out of me. “Now you two hide in the closet. And don’t forget your clothing.”

“Yes, onii-sama,” my twin sister and I said in unison, both of our voices breathy from our pleasure.

Clint zipped up as his cum leaked out of me. I rose, my body stiff from the pose. I staggered, the jizz running so hot down my thighs. Clint left the room, moving with such purpose. I shivered, wondering why he wanted us to hide in the closet.

“Come on, onee-chan,” my sister said in Japanese. She stood up, her body trembling. “We have to hide.”

“Yes, onee-sama,” I said, bending down to grab both our dresses. This opened my pussy more. A hot flood of Clint’s cum ran down my thighs.

I shivered as my twin opened the louvered door of the closet. It slid on a track to the side, bending in the middle as it folded into two sections. Clothes hung inside, girlish dresses and tops, something a girl our age would wear. Shoes crowded the floor. I scurried in after my sister, pushing the footwear aside.

Kimiko closed the doors, plunging us into near darkness. I could see out into the room through the louvered slats. I shivered at the slitted view of the world, things blocked and obscured, but I could see enough to make sense of it.

“This is going to be so exciting, onee-chan,” my sister purred, her left arm slipping around my waist, pulling me against her. I put my right arm around her, the left holding our dresses to my naked breasts.

“What is, onee-sama?”

“Just you wait,” she purred. “It’ll be such a naughty surprise.”

My sister’s hand stroked up my thigh. She touched my flesh, gathering up the cum leaking out of me. I whimpered at the wickedness of her touch. My pussy clenched, forcing out more of the jizz to run down my leg.

She pulled her hand away and then brought it up to her mouth. I could hear her sucking on her fingers, tasting Clint’s cum fresh from my well-fucked pussy. It sent such a naughty surge through me, my body trembling in the darkness.

It felt so intimate in here. Our own universe divorced from the rest of the house. I licked my lips, my heart thundering in my chest. I wiggled my hips, my breath rising and falling in quick pants. This was so naughty. So wicked. We were going to do such bad things in here.

I could feel it.

“Mmm, Clint-sama tastes so good flavored by your cream, onee-chan,” my sister purred, her hand thrusting between my thighs again.

As she scooped up more cum, I moaned, “Minako is glad to prepare such a naughty treat for you to enjoy, onee-sama.”

“For us to enjoy,” she said as she pulled her fingers away.

I gasped as she smeared her digits across my mouth. I tasted the saltiness of Clint’s jizz tinged with my tangy cream. I groaned in the dark, my eyes squeezing shut. Then my sister’s lips met mine. My head turned to face her, kissing her back with such aggression. My right hand resting on her hip, slid down to cup her ass again.

I couldn’t resist dipping my fingers into her butt-crack as we kissed. Our tongues dueled, celebrating our sisterly love, stirring such heat through me. I trembled against her, whimpering into the kiss as my digits explored.

“You are so wicked, my slut-sister,” she purred as my finger pressed into her asshole. “You just love my ass, don’t you, onee-chan?”

“It was so naughty licking Clint’s cum out of your butt-hole earlier,” I moaned, my finger sinking so deep into her velvety depths. “Minako really enjoyed it. Minako wants to do it again and again.”

“You are such a little pervert, onee-chan. I love it!”

We kissed again as footsteps approached. I shivered, groaning into my sister’s kiss and fingering her asshole as two figures entered the room. I stared out of the corner of my eye to see who it was moving in the room.

One was unmistakably Clint in his yummy jeans and tight shirt. And the other… was our mother.

“See, it’s a beautiful piece, isn’t it?” Clint asked, guiding our mother to stand before the antique mirror.

“Oh, my, it is,” our mother said.

I broke the kiss with Kimiko, my sister’s asshole clenching on my finger. We both held our breaths, watching as Clint moved behind our mother, his hands holding her shoulders as she stared at herself in the mirror.

“Just gorgeous,” Clint said, his hands stroking down her arms. “Just a work of art.”

“The craftsmanship is incredible,” Mom said, her voice so tight. She had a trembling stiffness about her.

My pussy clenched. More of Clint’s cum leaked out of me.

“Mmm, but not nearly as incredible as what it shows,” Clint said. “A mirror that can’t reflect something beautiful isn’t much good, is it?”

“Clint-san…” Mother breathed, her head turning behind her. “What are—”

His lips cut of her words. He kissed her over her shoulder. Mother stiffened, looking so fragile as his arms went around her, turning her to face him. My heart thundered in my chest as she melted against him the way a woman should against her lover.

“That is so beautiful,” my twin sister whispered behind me.

I nodded my head, my heart pumping such hot blood through my body. I heard Mother whimper. She groaned, trembling against him. His arms pulled her tight, stroking up and down her back. Hers went around him.

The sounds she made… The whimpers of a woman experiencing passion… They made me tremble. I pumped my finger faster and faster in and out of my sister’s asshole. I held our dresses tight to my breasts, the fabric caressing my nipples, making me tingle and throb. I groaned, my hips swaying from side to side.

“She’s surrendering to him, onee-chan,” Kimiko groaned, her voice so soft. I hardly heard her.

“She is…”

Clint broke the kiss, staring down at her. She trembled, her cheeks flushed now. Her eyes fluttered. Her tongue flicked across her pink lips, so moist and glistening. Her body shuddered against him. She had to feel him bulge. Feel his ardor.

“Oh, Clint-san, I haven’t…” She shivered. “It’s been so long.”

“Since you felt like a woman?” Clint asked.

She nodded her head.

“Since you pleased a man?” he asked, his hands sliding up her body. He grasped her shoulders. “But you haven’t forgotten. You’ve been thinking about it over and over, playing with yourself alone in your bed, aching for another man to give you what you crave.”

“I have,” she whimpered. “I just… I had my daughters to raise. I didn’t have time.”

“You do tonight,” he said, putting pressure on her shoulders.

It didn’t look like much force, but she didn’t resist him. She submitted, lowering herself to her knees before him. Her eyes stared right at his crotch. I trembled in anticipation as she unfastened his jeans. She had a look of such lewd concentration now on her face.

Never had she looked less like a mother than right now. She was all woman. All eager passion to please her man.

My finger wormed deep into my sister’s rectum. I held my breath and then… My eyes widened in realization. Clint’s dick was just in my pussy. Were my juices still adorning his cock?

Mother opened his fly. She drew out his thick shaft. I groaned, seeing it gleaming in the light, that unmistakable sheen of a woman’s passion. Mother held it, her brow furrowing. She leaned forward, inhaling.

“Has another woman…?” She looked up at him.

“What do you think?” Clint asked. “And does it really matter if another woman’s juices are on my dick.”

My stomach squirmed as I waited to see what my mother would do. Would she suck Clint’s cock soaked in my pussy juices? Would she unknowingly commit incest by sucking Clint’s wondrous dick. My sister trembled beneath me, both of us so eager to find out.

To be continued…

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Intrigue swirls around a young, female knight and a lesbian acolyte.

The Knight and the Acolyte
Book One: The Quest
Chapter One: The Descendant of the Lilies
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2015

Notes: Thanks to b0b for the beta read!

King Edward IV – Shesax, the Kingdom of Secare

The scented, anointing oils still glistened on my forehead, slowly drying as I stared up at the winding stairs climbing the Lone Mountain. Behind me, the city’s bells rang in celebration of my coronation. It was tragic that my father had died young, but it meant my reign would be spectacular.

I was twenty-five, in the prime of life. I had forty or more years as King of Secare ahead of me.

Visions of glory and greatness danced through my mind as I took the first step up the Maiden’s Stairs. They were carved out of the very dark stone of the Lone Mountain, set with statues of frolicking maidens every tenth step, their budding breasts and nubile bodies perfectly captured in pure marble.

I stared up at the stairs, excitement trembling in my chest. My reign now truly began.

Shesax, the capital of my great Kingdom, was built on the eastern slope of the Lone Mountain, sprawling out from the upthrust of stone rising out of the surrounding farmlands. Every king of Secare since my great ancestor General Sekar carved our great kingdom out of the corpse of the High King’s failed empire, had climbed these stairs. Once on their coronation, and then every five years thence to seek the Sekar Oracle’s advice.

My family had long credited the Oracle’s prophecies and advice for keeping our Kingdom strong.

The other nations that rose out of the High King’s empire had suffered turmoil and civil wars. The High Kingdom of Hamilten had fractured into dozens of petty Kingdoms and Princedoms. Many had fallen, been conquered, splintered into lesser nations, or fallen to lesser men, like the mages who ruled Thosi.

But Secare remained strong.

The spring sun warmed my rich, red cape trimmed in ermine, and my velvet doublet and hose seemed to trap the heat. It was the height of fashion, right down to the cod piece that demonstrated my virility. But it was damned hot. The golden crown weighed on my forehead. It was heavier than it looked, made of gold and amethyst.

Halfway up, I paused to admire my city laid out before me and not to take a rest.

My city looked grand. The palace was a breathtaking construction of blue-swirled marble and the great Chapterhouse of the Knights Deute stood resolute before my palace. The city spread out for miles, a thriving metropolis. The land fell away into haze. I could just make out the green blur that must be Blath Forest. The view from the heights was spectacular.

Rested, I turned and continued my climb.

My legs were sore when I reached the mouth of the Oracle’s cave. I trembled as the heady perfume wafted out of the cave’s opening. I strode into the incense and entered the cave, my body shaking with excitement.

Maidens moved inside, young and budding, dressed in sheer robes as they attended their mistress—the Oracle.

I trembled in the presence of a demigoddess. She was the daughter of the wise God Cnawen and the Goddess of Art, Rithi.

“Welcome, King,” the Maiden of the Voice smiled as she strode forward. She was nubile, her breasts only budding, her blue robes revealing her small, hard nipples and the tight lips of her shaved pussy. She spoke for the Oracle.

The Oracle herself was a stunning creature, dressed in a wispy robe of lilac that contrasted with her burning hair. Her eyes were a green deeper than any human, shining like emeralds, and her skin was as white as alabaster instead of the light-beige of a Secaran. She was almost pure white. Her face was beautiful and alien, wholly inhuman in the most subtle ways, the shapes of her eyebrows, the curves of her cheeks.

She whispered in a musical language.

“My Mistress is ready to gaze into the future,” the Maiden of the Voice purred.

I nodded. “By ancient treaties I, King Edward the fourth of my name, have come to have my future uttered so I may rule my kingdom with wisdom.”

The Maiden of the Oils stepped forward. She was the tallest of the three young maids that served the Oracle. All were fourteen, chosen from among the most beautiful maids of the city to serve for a year caring for the Oracle. She wore a red robe so thin I could see every line of her lovely beauty.

Her smile was sultry as she untied the golden tassels of my ermine cape. She carefully folded my ropes and set them in a wicker basket. My cock throbbed as the Maiden of the Tongue—wearing green robes that showed off a pair of small, ripe breasts—added more incense to the smoking braziers.

Purple haze filled the cave.

The Maiden of the Oils quickly disrobed me, her hands rubbing across my muscular chest as the Maiden of the Tongue did the same to her Mistress. My cock ached as I watched the young maiden’s tongue roam the Oracle’s body, bathing her. The Oracle moaned as her maiden’s tongue swirled about her nipples before the maiden moved down the Oracle’s body.

“She is preparing the Oracle for your cock,” purred the Maiden of the Voice who watched with rosy cheeks.

The Maiden of the Oils finished undressing me and then undressed herself. She was lovely and flawless, her pussy shaved and just the hint of her labia peaked out of her tight slit. My cock thrust hard before me as she lifted a clay jug and poured scented oils across her nubile body.

She glistened as she approached and pressed against me. I groaned as her arms wrapped around my neck, her lips gluing to mine. Her body undulated, rubbing the oils into my muscular chest and stomach.

I moaned into her kiss, my hard cock throbbing against her stomach. I held her, my hands sliding down to grip her firm ass. She had no hips yet, and she was lovely and slim in my arms. She moaned into my lips as I pulled her against my cock.

“Remember, King, she must remain a maiden,” purred the Voice. “Your cock will find all the satisfaction in my Mistress.”

The Oracle let out a purring moan.

I broke the kiss with the Maiden of the Oils. The nubile girl worked about my body, rubbing her hard nipples and hot pussy against my side and back as she continued anointing me. My eyes were locked on the sight of the Oracle, who appeared no more than sixteen despite being an immortal being, writhing upon the tongue of her maiden.

The Maiden of the Tongue had her mouth buried in the Oracle’s pussy. Her enthusiastic licks echoed through the cave. The Maiden of the Voice began singing a wordless melody that brimmed with lust. The Oracle writhed to the music, adding her own passion to the song.

The Oracle’s beauty was flawless. Her breasts small and ripe, perky with youth and bouncing as she undulated. Her nipples were mauve and hard. Her fiery curls fell around her breasts, swaying and briefly hiding her delights.

I licked my lips at the breathtaking sight.

The Oracle’s hand seized her maiden’s short, black hair, pulling the girl’s mouth tight against her pussy. Her hips undulated faster and the Voice’s song grew louder and more urgent, the beat increasing, building to a crescendo.

My cock ached. I burned to know the Oracle’s flesh. I didn’t care about the prophecy. I have had scores of lovers, but none, not even my beautiful wife, had ever inflamed me like the Oracle. She was divine. Otherworldly. Ethereal.

My head swam with the incense.

The song grew louder. The Oracle’s emerald eyes fluttered as she threw back her head. Her maiden’s hands gripped the Oracle’s ass, holding on tight as she feasted. She seemed to devour her Mistress, her pink tongue sliding through perfect lips.

Energy rippled through the pink haze when the Oracle came. Awe overcame me. The Oracle cried out in an ancient tongue. The power rippled through me. Her body heaved one last time and then her eyes opened and stared at me.

I shuddered at the alien presence dwelling in those green eyes. She was so ancient that I felt like an ant before a man. She had watched the eons pass in the way I might watch the hours. She strolled to me, her hips rolling.

“It is time, Your Majesty,” the Maiden of the Voice purred.

The Maiden of the Oils pulled me down onto a bower of silken pillows, my cock thrusting hard before me. She grasped my dick, stroking it as she pressed her nubile body against my left side. The Maiden of the Voice slipped out of her blue robes and pressed against my right, her lips nuzzling at my ear.

The Oracle straddled me. A line of fiery pubic hair ran to the tight slit of her glistening pussy. Her emerald eyes burned with lust as she lowered herself. The Maiden of the Oils held my cock erect, aiming it perfectly so her mistress sank down on my cock.

“Yes!” I groaned as the Oracle’s divine pussy engulfed my cock. She was so tight, like a virgin, and her pussy rippled as she settled upon me. A low moan escaped her lips.

“You have a nice cock, King,” the Voice moaned. “She approves.”

I grinned as the Oracle rose, her hips undulating and swirling about the tip. The pleasure was intense, shooting to my balls. She slid back down, slowly working her hips back up. She knew how to tease and please, her pussy gripping me.

The final maiden pressed her body against the Oracle’s back, her tongue nuzzling at the Oracle’s neck. Her arms wrapped around the Oracle’s body and cupped her ripe breasts. The Oracle moaned in delight, her hips undulating faster.

“She is eager for your cum,” moaned the Voice, her hot pussy rubbing on my side. “She burns to witness your future. There is such power in cum. Give it to her.”

“Yes!” I groaned.

“Give it to her!” moaned the other two maidens.

The Oracle purred in delight, her green eyes fluttering as her hips undulated faster. Her ripe breasts jiggled in the grip of her maiden’s delicate fingers. Her alabaster skin seemed to shimmer in the pink haze.

My hands gripped her thighs, her muscles rippling as she rode me. My cock throbbed as it was buried in the heaven of her pussy. My hands squeezed her thighs as the pleasure built within me. I stroked my hands up to her stomach, my palms sliding across her silky skin.

“Yes, she loves it! She loves your cock, King. Give her your cum!” The Voice’s dulcets were honeyed with excitement. Her hot pussy rubbed harder on my side. “Mmm, yes. Your cock fills her up. The pleasure ripples through her. Cum in her.”

“Please, cum in her!” the Maiden of the Oils gasped, her hot cunt pressing hard into my side.

“Fill her up with your cum!” the Maiden of the Tongue moaned as she nuzzled the Oracle’s neck.

The Oracle gasped in her foreign tongue. She leaned over me, slamming down upon me. She rubbed her hard clit into my pubic bone. My balls tensed. Pleasure radiated out of me from the tip of my cock. I couldn’t last any longer.

“Slata’s cunt, yes!” I groaned as my orgasm built. “Work that pussy, Oracle. I’m gonna cum so hard.”

“Yes!” moaned the Voice. She shuddered against me. “Yes, yes, yes.” Hot juices warmed my thigh as the nubile maiden came.

My cock boiled. My cum erupted.

The Oracle slammed down upon me. Her pussy rippled about my cock, drinking in my cum. Her skin glowed and her hair seemed to be come fire. Emerald light shone from her eyes and mouth as she screamed her pleasure.

And then the Oracle spoke in her ancient music and the Voice translated:

“You shall die, Mighty King, upon the Hero’s Blade
The High King’s Empire shall rise once more
The Hero of the Lilies departs on perilous quest
Duty shall compel her darkness,
But vengeance shall compel your death
You shall die, Mighty King, upon the Hero’s Blade”

The pleasure of my orgasm left me. “What?” I growled.

The Maiden of the Voice trembled as she backed away. “I’m sorry, your Majesty. That is the future the Oracle saw.”

“The Hero?” My stomach twisted. “She doesn’t mean the mythical High King’s heir?”

The Maiden shook her head. “I only spoke her words.”

The Oracle rose and turned, my cum leaking out of her pussy down her thighs. The Maiden of the Tongue licked up the line of white jizz to her pussy and began to feast once more. The Oracle looked at me, her emerald eyes cold. She spoke.

“You must leave now, your Majesty,” the Voice said as she bowed. “The ancient treaty has been honored. You have received your prophecy. May you interpret it with wisdom and humility.”

My stomach twisted. I was going to die? Pater’s cock, there was no way that was happening.

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Squire Angela

My metal armor clinked as I circled Kevin on the training sands at the center of the Chapterhouse of the Knights Deute. The sun was warm, glinting off Kevin’s armor. He wore a man’s armor, a full breastplate instead of the half-plate I wore that left my midriff bare and revealed a large swath of my cleavage. His torso was covered by a skirt of banded mail. He did not wear his helmet, and his gorgeous face was twisted with focus.

I tried not to pay attention as I stepped forward, swinging my blunted training sword at his face. Metal clanged as we traded blows. I was quicker. There was one advantage of the lighter armor women wore. We were more nimble, in addition to being distracting by displaying so much of our flesh. I could see Kevin’s appreciative eyes.

He had just returned from his Quest, slaying an ogre, and now he was a full knight.

“That was a sloppy attack,” Kevin said, his kissable lips curling in a smile.

“Was it?” I asked, cocking my head. I took another clumsy swing, his sword easily knocking mine aside.

“Yes. Did you even practice one bit with your sword while I was gone?” he asked, arching his eyebrows.

“I learned a few tricks,” I grinned and feinted with another clumsy attack.

He fell for it, his blade slapping down. I changed my stance, pulling my tip back so he missed my blade before lunging forward and almost landing a blow. He lifted his round shield, deflecting my attack.

I pressed in, using my own shield to deflect his blow as my long sword swung hard three times, driving him back. His eyebrows furrowed and I grinned. He recovered from my attack, taking a hard swing.

His blade crunched into the wood of my shield. My right foot lashed out. I didn’t have a skirt of metal bands, only a loin cloth of chainmail, and my leg could kick out high. I caught him on the chest. He stumbled back, his shield knocked wide.

I charged in and struck my sword on his breastplate. It did no damage. In a real battle, a longsword was all but useless against full plate. I would need to use a mace or a warhammer to crush and dent his armor. But for training, he pretended it was lethal and fell to the ground.

“Well played,” he laughed as I stood over him.

My pussy was hot, my blood pumping. I always loved sparring with him. We had been lovers for three years and I had missed him these last months as he hunted the ogre in the Kelit Mountains to the south.

“I told you I knew a trick or two,” I grinned, my hands sliding up the crease on his left side. He wore a cuirass, and it hinged on the right. I found the three straps that held his armor close, two on the breastplate and one on the skirt, and undid them, his armor swinging open to reveal his muscular chest.

“Mmm, I have missed this chest,” I purred, my fingers sliding across his pecs, my pussy growing hotter as I touched him.

He pulled off his gauntlets, his calloused fingers grasping my side, sliding up and reaching behind me to the straps that held my half-breastplate on. I ground my pussy on his cock, the shaft hard beneath his britches. The straps came undone and my large, round breasts spilled out, my nipples hard with battle lust.

Fighting always made me wet, and fighting Kevin made me burn.

“Yes,” I hissed as he groped one of my breasts, fingering my hard, pink nipple. His other hand slid up to cup my face, brushing back my flaming curls. I had my mother’s fiery hair, but my father’s blue eyes.

“I missed you every day in the mountains,” he groaned, pulling me down, my red hair spilling about my face.

“I bet you found more than a few peasant girls willing to provide comfort to a Knight on a Quest,” I grinned.

“But none were you,” he grinned and pulled me down for a hot kiss.

My breasts rubbed against his muscular chest. His hand slid down my back and over my heavy, leather belt that my chainmail loincloth hung from. He squeezed the cheeks of my ass, left mostly exposed by the two-inch wide band of mail. His fingers dipped beneath the mail as he kneaded my ass.

I groaned and ground on him, working my clit against the cold metal of my mail. His cock was hard beneath, throbbing with his desire. I kissed him hard, my hands roaming his muscular sides and chest. My Kevin was a strong man.

And it was time for him to eat my pussy.

I broke the kiss, sliding my hips up his body. “Time for you to pay the forfeit,” I smiled, grasping his brown, flowing locks. My hot pussy pressed into my mail as I slid higher up his body. Pleasure shuddered through me. “You’re going to devour my pussy. I want to cum and cum.”

“Of course, my Lady,” Kevin grinned, licking his strong lips.

My breasts heaved as I straddled his face, still holding onto his brown hair. I loved it when I won our duels. I pulled his head up, smearing his face against my hot pussy. I shuddered as his thick tongue slid through my pussy. My back arched. I gasped as the pleasure washed through me.

I guided his lips with his hair, my hips undulating. His hands kept kneading my asscheeks, his fingers tightening as his tongue worked through my pussy. He sucked and nibbled on my folds and he nuzzled at my clit.

“That’s it,” I groaned. “You lost, and now you have to pay. Devour my pussy. Don’t miss a single spot. Come on, you can do better. Work that pretty mouth through my hot pussy.”

My free hand grabbed my right breast, pinching my nipple as I undulated faster. Kevin moaned, his tongue working faster. He shoved it deep into my pussy, swirling it around. My eyes fluttered in delight, my moans echoing across the training sands.

Metal rang nearby. A pair of male knights dueled. Others watched. I savored their eyes.

“Show everyone how you are my little pussy slave!” I groaned. “Mmm, yes. Devour me! I’m gonna drown you!”

His tongue fluttered through my folds. My insides squirmed. I shifted my hips, smearing my clit across his strong face until his tongue found it. I gasped as he fluttered his tongue against my nub, batting it over and over.

“That’s it! Oh, fuck! Work that tongue! Yes, Kevin! My little, pussy-hungry stud! Fuck! Fuck!”

My orgasm crashed through me. I screamed out my delight. My pussy clenched. My juices spilled out into Kevin’s hungry mouth. My eyes met Donna, Victoria, and Christina, the squires’ eyes envious of my lover’s cunnilingus prowess.

“Keep eating me! Keep making me cum!” I screamed, my hips jerking.

Kevin kept assaulting my clit. His tongue must be a blur. My pussy clenched again as more ripples of pleasure washed through me. My clit ached, becoming even more sensitive as my climaxes washed through me.

I gripped Kevin’s hair harder, holding his tongue against my clit for as long as I could stand it. My nerves burned with pleasure. My body spasmed and shuddered. My eyes squeezed shut as a mighty surge of pleasure rippled through me.

My clit almost hurt with the agony of my ecstasy.

I pulled away, letting go of Kevin, “Mmm, you were a stud, pussy slave,” I grinned.

“I’m so glad I could service you, Mistress,” he grinned.

We loved this game. When he won, I was his little cock slave. Dominating him was almost as much fun as when he held my red curls and fucked my mouth. But I never tried to lose, even if it was more fun to.

“I think you need a reward,” I grinned, sliding down his body again. I reached his hard cock, grinding on him for a moment.

“Eating your pussy was reward enough,” he grinned, licking his lips. “But if it is your will to reward your humble servant, then you have my eternal thanks.”

I laughed, shaking my head even as my fingers unlaced his britches so I could pull his thick cock out. He was hard and throbbing, his tip shiny with precum. I smeared my thumb across his tip. He shuddered, his hips bucking.

“Mmm, I missed this cock,” I grinned. “You may have the biggest cock in the Chapterhouse.”

“I may have the biggest cock?” he asked as I rose on my knees and guided his cock to my hot pussy.

“I didn’t fuck every cock while you were gone,” I groaned as I sank down, his girth stretching my pussy open. “But I did try.”

Kevin laughed and groaned. He seized my arms and pulled me down for another kiss. My tangy juices adorned his lips. I loved the taste of my pussy on his mouth. My hips undulated as I rocked on him, my breasts and my hard nipples pressed against his chest. I shuddered as my pussy gripped his cock.

“I did miss you,” I moaned when we broke the kiss. “I love you, Kevin.”

His arms wrapped around me and then he rolled us over. “I love you, too, Angela.”

I shuddered as he kissed me again. My legs wrapped around his waist. I loved his weight atop me. I worked my hips as he fucked me, his cock jabbing deep into my pussy. My aching clit ground into his pubic bone with every thrust.

I clung to his broad back, my fingers digging into his muscles as his strokes grew harder and harder. Kevin was the handsomest Knight Deute, and he was all mine. I shuddered beneath him, savoring the envy of all the women watching on.

“Yes!” I groaned. “Yes, yes! Take me, Kevin! Fuck me! You’re driving me wild!”

I stared at the flushed cheeks of the watching women, their hips shifting, their hands between their thighs, fingering their pussies, envying my position. I knew Kevin had fucked them all, but it was me he came back to.

“Work those hips, Angela!” groaned Kevin. “Damn, I missed your pussy! Oh, yes! Keep doing that! I’m gonna cum so deep in you!”

I welcomed that moment. I was enchanted by a Thosian Mage. No child would quicken in my womb this year. I had ten months before I needed another spell cast on me. I would have completed my Quest by then. Kevin would marry me on my return.

I might not need the spell again.

“Cum in me!” I gasped. “Give it to me!”

“Yes!” he groaned, his thrusts hammering into me.

A new woman appeared to watch us. Lady Delilah. Her dark eyes locked on mine. She was so beautiful. Her lips smiled. I shuddered and gasped, cumming hard beneath my lover. My pussy massaged his cock as I stared into Lady Delilah’s eyes.

“Angela!” Kevin groaned as he slammed his cock into my depths. “Oh, yes! Oh, fucking yes!”

His cock erupted in me. His hot cum flooded me. My body kept cumming. I shuddered and writhed, moaning as I drowned in Lady Delilah’s dark depths. She was such an elegant and beautiful woman.

“Yes!” I screamed.

My pussy clenched harder as Lady Delilah’s smile grew. My orgasm reached its peak. My fingers clawed into Kevin’s back as my sheath milked every drop of his cum into my pussy. My pleasure crested and then crashed.

I shuddered and panted, my eyes fluttering. Lady Delilah was gone.

“Damn, I missed you,” Kevin said, turning my face so he could kiss me.

I savored his kiss, thrusting my tongue deep into him. But I thought of Lady Delilah.

I had known her since I was young. She had often come to my family’s estates during the course of her knightly duties. I was eleven when I first saw her riding up on her charger, her flaming hair flying behind her, gleaming in her armor. She was sensual and beautiful. My body awakened to desires for the first time. That night, I enjoyed my first, fumbling masturbation, thinking of Lady Delilah as I reached my pleasure.

I had such a crush on her as I blossomed into womanhood. She was my first love, but nothing ever came of it. I was only a child to Lady Delilah. I nurtured my crush and she was the reason I joined the Knighthood. My mother was against it, but I wanted to be just like Lady Delilah.

I would be like Lady Delilah.

Kevin rolled off of me. I stood up, smiling in delight as I brushed the sand from my ass and back. I fetched my blunted training sword and discarded breastplate. I didn’t put it on, letting my naked tits hang out.

“Thank you for the energetic training session, Sir Knight,” I grinned as he put his armor back on.

“You were always a spirituous sparring partner, Squire,” Kevin nodded back. We kissed one last time, my hard nipples pressing on his cold breastplate. That was nice. “I must meet with Lord-Commander William for lunch.”

I nodded. “I’ll be joining you at that table soon.” Tomorrow, I would head to the Temple of the Pure, the grand temple to the Goddess Saphique, and receive my Quest from the High Virgin Vivian herself.

“I know you will.” He gave me another kiss. “Love you.”

I smiled and walked away. My training was complete. I was left to my own amusements. I strolled past the envious women, their fingers sticky, and nodded to them. “Ladies.”

They glowered at me. That made me feel even better.

I walked deeper into the Chapterhouse, heading to my small cell. Kevin’s cum trickled down my thighs. I loved that feeling. The musk of sex clung to me, that salty mix of cum, sweat, and pussy. It made me feel so alive.

I rounded a corner and there stood Lady Delilah. I gasped in shock.

“What an impressive display, Squire,” Lady Delilah purred.

I swallowed, a wave of heat washing through me as she stepped forward. I trembled before her. She was so beautiful. Her hand touched my thigh, her fingers burning against my flesh. I moaned as her fingers slid up, pressing beneath my chainmail loincloth and brushing the shaved, messy lips of my pussy.

“My lady!” I gasped as her fingers penetrated my pussy. Her touch was fire and lust. I moaned as a small orgasm rippled through me. My heart beat faster. I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to touch her, but I was scared. She was so imposing. So sexy.

I was helpless before her.

Lady Delilah’s smile grew hungrier as she withdrew her fingers. She held them up, glistening with a mix of my juices and Kevin’s cum. She brought it to her lips, her black eyelashes fluttering as she cleaned her fingers. “Mmm, the taste of youth. You have blossomed into a beautiful flower. A fire lily.”

“Th-thank you, my Lady.”

“I expect great things from you.”

I still trembled as she walked away and disappeared down a side-corridor, her boots echoing. My breath exploded out of me and I leaned against the wall, a big smile on my face. Lady Delilah had noticed me. I would win great honors on my Quest and make her proud.

I gathered myself and kept walking to my room.

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King Edward IV

I shuddered as John, my High Chamberlain, read the prophecy again with his reedy voice. He was an old man. He had long served my kingdom, first as a scholar for my grandfather George and then as High Chamberlain to my father Reginald. Now he was my chief advisor, and none in the realm was gifted with more of the God Cnawen’s intelligence than he was.
“You shall die, Mighty King, upon the Hero’s Blade
The High King Empire shall rise once more
The Hero of the Lilies departs on perilous quest
Duty shall compel her darkness,
But vengeance shall compel your death
You shall die, Mighty King, upon the Hero’s Blade”
“I don’t need to hear the words again!” I snapped. “They’ve echoed in my head for the last three days. What do they mean? Who is this hero and why shall she kill me?”

“Yes, she is right,” John nodded, the candlelight reflecting off his bald pate like sun glinting off the corner of a shield. “Very surprising. Scholars had long thought the Hero would be male, and yet the Oracle’s words refute that theory.”

“What are you talking about?”

“This prophecy is one of the simplest ever given down by the Oracle.” A smile crossed John’s aged face. “So simple.”

“Then speak plain and explain how I may thwart the future.”

“Have you forgotten the studies of your youth, Your Majesty? Did your father waste all his money on those tutors.”

I grinned. “Not all the tutors.” Magdalena had a spectacular bosom and she made the most spectacular moans when she came beneath me.

John’s eyes flickered to my wife embroidering in the corner, her impressive bosom, enhanced by her pregnancy, displayed by her plunging, square-cut bodice lined by lacy ruffles. She had the blonde hair of a Princess of Zeutch, the shattered lands to the east.

“Yes, I imagine the sort of lessons you endeavored at,” John laughed. “I hope you know of the High King.”

I arched an eyebrow. “I mean to recreate his empire and not let some woman do it.” I sneered. “How can a woman even hope to rule?” All men knew that a king was the embodiment of Holy Pater, father of the Gods. Only a man could be a father, so only a man could rule a land.

“The Hero was prophesied as High King Peter lay dying. His final words were a promise that his descendant would claim his sword and restore his empire. For Peter knew that he died without heir and his empire was doomed to shatter. Once dead, his words were so feared, his sword, forged by the God Krab himself, was shattered and hidden throughout the Empire.”

“If he died without heir, how could he have a descendant to reclaim his throne?”

“He had descendants. Only none were male. Lily, his third child by his second wife. All his sons died, but his daughter survived and had children.”

I frowned. “That sounds familiar. Wasn’t there a curse?”

“Holy Slata was angered at her husband Pater’s devotion to his bastard son Peter. She cursed Peter and ensured all his sons died, and that his daughter Lily and all her descendants would only birth women. As I said, the prophecy is simple. One of Lily’s descendants shall kill you.”

I glowered. “And how many of those are there? It’s been a thousand years. Do we even know her bloodline after so long?”

“Of course.” John reached over to a pile of books.

A draft rustled through the room. Queen Lavinia gasped, looking up from her embroidery. A sly smile crossed her lips, and she returned to stitching. I frowned and looked around. The door to my balcony was open, a breeze stirring through the room.

And there stood Lady Delilah.

My breath caught. She was an enchanting creature, forever promising me the delights of her lush body while always denying me a taste. No woman had ever denied me but her. My cock hardened as she strode forward, her hips swaying. Her hair caught the candle light, almost shimmering like fire. It was hard to place her age. She wasn’t a maid, but she also wasn’t a mother. Her beauty was perfectly ripened. Her armor clinked as she walked. She was a Knight Deute, and shining greaves were strapped over her black, thigh-high boots. A loincloth chain draped from her heavy sword belt, leaving her upper thighs wonderfully bear. Her stomach was flat, and her pillowy breasts were cupped by steel, her cleavage impressive. A pair of slim pauldrons covered her shoulders, and bracers clad her slim wrists.

“When did you return, Lady Delilah?” I gasped.

“Oh, I have been back for a few days,” she smiled, her boots clicking as she walked over. She nodded to my wife. I had watched them before. Delilah may have denied me her charms, but she had let my wife sample freely.

“Have you solved your little prophecy yet?” she asked, sitting gracefully beside me, crossing her legs. Those delicious thighs begged to be touched.

“I have,” John said, fixing Lady Delilah with a hard gaze. “How have you heard of it?”

Lady Delilah smiled back, her lips ruby and so kissable. My heart throbbed. “I would love to know who you think the Hero of Lilies is? Which of the High King’s descendants shall kill our noble king?”

“As I was about to explain before your…umm…timely arrival, the answer lies in this book.” He tapped the tome. It had a stuffy title: The Complete Genealogy of Lily of Hamilten, Princess of the Realm, Twenty-Third Revision. “The College of Allenoth has kept meticulous track of Lily and her descendants. Currently, there are eighteen living descendants scattered across the Old Empire’s lands. Including five living in our kingdom.”

“And which is the one that will kill me?” I demanded, growing exasperated.

“Yes. The telling line is ‘The Hero of Lilies departs on a perilous quest.’ It really was quite easy to deduce. Only one of Lily’s descendants is a Knight. Her name is Angela, and according to Lord-Commander William, she will shortly finish her squireship and embark upon her Quest to earn her spurs and become a full Knight Deute. She is the daughter of Count Francis and his second wife, Countess Agnes, who herself can trace her lineage back to Lily in an unbroken line of mothers and daughters.”

“Then she must die,” Queen Lavinia said, her hand sliding down to rub at her round belly. My son grew in her belly after several years of trying to conceive. A Mage of Thosi had cast a spell to ensure that her first child would be male.

The succession had to be maintained.

“Yes,” I nodded, glancing at Lady Delilah. Would she balk at killing one of her fellow knights.

“She must surely die to protect your kingdom,” Delilah answered, her lips curling in a smile.

“This must be delicately down, Your Majesty,” John said. “The Knights Deute protect our realm. But they are neutral in manners of politics. If we are found to interfere, there could be…repercussions.”

Lady Delilah laughed.

John glared at her. “Do you have something to add, madam?”

“Killing her will be no great chore. She is about to embark on her Quest!”

“And?” I asked Delilah. “It is rare for a Knight to die on a Quest.”

Lady Delilah leaned forward, her hand resting on my upper thigh. Her touch burned through my hose, my cock throbbed hard. Her lips were so close, her bosom within reach. I wanted to claim her. But there was such fire in Lady Delilah. She would burn even me for daring. “Not all Quests are equal. There is one that has been attempted many times and not been completed.”

I scowled. “But the Quests are drawn by lots. That is one Quest in a hundred. I cannot gamble the future of my kingdom on such low odds.” Nor my life.

“Then rig it.”

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Acolyte Sophia

I strode through the Temple of the Pure, my heart beating with excitement. A new pair of novices had arrived. Twins. Lust burned through my body. I was supposed to be praying in the main chapel to the Holy Virgin Saphique, Goddess of Maidens, but that wasn’t nearly as much fun as breaking in a pair of twin sisters.

My pussy burned between my thighs.

My light-brown curls bounced around my shoulders as I quickly strode through the temple. My small, left breast, not covered by the winding cloth of diaphanous white that I wore, bounced, my pink nipples hard. My right breast was covered by the cloth that wrapped about my left shoulder and across my body diagonally to my waist, leaving my belly button exposed. There it wound about my waist and draped down to cover my ass and legs, leaving a small gap that exposed the tight slit of my pussy.

It was the priestly vestments of Saphique.

My belly piercing glinted in the soft candlelight, adorned by a flashing ruby. I clicked my tongue piercing against the back of my teeth as I walked, my excitement growing. I reached the novitiate cells. The young maidens, just blossoming into womanhood, all smiled at me. They knew why I was here.

I loved young maidens. I had each of them in my bed. I may not be the most proficient Acolyte—at twenty I should have already been a priestess for the last year—but I was the most diligent at teaching the novices the joys of lesbian delight. Like our Goddess, none in the Temple of the Pure had ever lain with a man. We were all virgins;only the fingers, tongues, and dildos of women had been in our pussies.

I found the twins in the main room, looking uncomfortable. They wore the same vestments I did, their bellybuttons newly pierced and glinting with gold. Their piercings were unadorned. They would earn their gems. Acolytes, like me, had their tongues pierced with silver barbells and priestesses had their left nipples pierced.

The twins were gorgeous, their breasts barely budding topped by pale-pink nipples as small as buttons. So cute. Their lovely faces and lush lips were framed by curly, dark-brown hair, and their hazel eyes were wide.

“Novices,” I said as I stopped before them, my pussy clenching in delight. “What are your names?”

“Daisy, Priestess,” one answered. “And this is my sister Rose.”

Such delicious names. And they thought I was a priestess. Perfect.

“Come with me,” I ordered.

They gave each other nervous glances.

I smiled. “Don’t be afraid. You will find your first lesson very enjoyable.”

“Uh-huh,” giggled another Novice. “Acolyte Sophia will show you a few things.”

“And when you get back, we expect you to demonstrate,” giggled a blossoming beauty, her breasts already swelling into a pair of lovely, round orbs.

“Follow,” I commanded. Technically, I could only command a novice when I was teaching them. And this wasn’t a sanctioned lesson. But they didn’t know that. And as long as I kept up my authoritative tone, these two were so nervous they would do anything.

I loved novices.

They trailed after me, their bare feet slapping on the stone of the temple. I hoped we didn’t run into a priestess. But they should all be busy. Besides, I wouldn’t get in too much trouble. My mother was a powerful patron of the church, and they wouldn’t want to offend a Duchess.

We reached my small room, the floors covered by a delicious carpet and my mattress stuffed with soft goose feathers. Scented candles burned, filling the air with a heady musk. I breathed it in as I pulled in the two cute twins, holding them against my side.

“Mmm, you two are just delicious,” I purred and leaned down to kiss Daisy. My pierced tongue swirled through her mouth as she stood there, her lips frozen. I broke the kiss and shook my head. “You can do better than that. Surely you’ve kissed before.”

Daisy gave a shy nod of her head.

“And I bet you practiced on your sexy twin,” I grinned.

Her cheeks reddened as she nodded again. Rose squirmed on my other side.

“Of course you did. She’s so sexy.” I leaned in, my lips just inches away. “Let’s try again.”
I kissed her sweet lips. This time she didn’t resist but kissed me back. My tongue swept through her delicious mouth. I shuddered as her tongue caressed mine, playing with my tongue piercing as she moaned softly.

“There, that was nice,” I grinned. Her exposed nipple was hard.

“Yes, Sophia,” she whispered.

I turned to Rose. Her hips shifted against me, her bare, bald pussy growing damp on my thigh. “Someone’s getting excited.”

She nodded, a little more eager than her twin. Rose licked her lips and closed her eyes as she tilted her chin. I leaned down and planted a hot kiss on her lips. My tongue thrust deep into her mouth as my hand slipped down her waist to grope her tight ass. I gave a hard squeeze, pulling her tight against me. She shuddered, her hips undulating, smearing that hot pussy on my thigh. I squeezed her ass through the thin silk of her vestments.

“Wow,” Rose whispered when I broke the kiss.

“Indeed,” I grinned, licking my lips.

I led the two girls to my bed. “Let’s get naked.”

I grabbed Rose’s cloth, unwinding it from her youthful body. She turned, her boyish hips shaking. She was just starting to get her womanly curves. Fourteen and delicious.

“Perfect,” I moaned as she stood naked. Her slit was so tight and girlish. I licked my lips. “Isn’t your sister, gorgeous, Daisy?”

“Yes, Sophia.”

I glanced at the shy girl, her hands folded before her pussy, hiding her charms. “Now let’s strip Daisy naked.”

Rose grinned and grabbed her sister’s cloth, unwrapping her. Daisy turned, her cheeks growing redder as her body was exposed. She stood naked and trembling, her cute, little nipples hard. My pussy burned and I clenched my thighs.

“But you’re not naked, Sophia,” Rose said, eyeing me.

“Maybe we should change that,” I winked at the girls.

Rose boldly grabbed my cloth. I turned, my small breasts jiggling. They were perky and perfect mounds, barely larger than apples. My hips had nice curves, and my pussy was completely bare. I could control whether I had pubic hair—one of the first things a novice learned.

“Let’s have a lesson,” I grinned, leading my two charges to the bed. I spread Daisy out on my goose-feathered-stuffed mattress and snuggled on her right side while Rose took the left. “When you have your lover in bed, you want to caress and kiss her everywhere,” I said, leaning in to kiss Daisy on the lips.

Rose followed while I nibbled down to her ear, the two sisters sighing as their lips met. My clit ached to be touched.

“It’s important that you worship her. Every woman has been blessed by Saphique with pleasure that only we can give each other. Most women prefer brutish men, but we know the truth.” My finger traced down Daisy’s budding tit to her hard nipple. I circled her nub. “Women will always give you more pleasure than a man. Men take, but we give.”

Daisy nodded her head, sighing as her sister copied me, circling Daisy’s other nipple.

I smiled, my lips kissing down her shoulder, tasting the salt of her skin as I reached her puffy tit. Daisy gasped as I sucked her little nipple into my lips, my tongue and piercing playing with the hard nub.

Rose engulfed the other, sucking with a frenetic desire. Daisy gasped and shuddered.

“Not so hard,” I told Rose. “Let Daisy tell you how she wants to be pleased. Some women like it hard and fast, others like a more gentle touch. And it will change. Sometimes her mood will be different.”

“Did I suck too hard?” Rose asked, her face paling.

“A little,” Daisy smiled. “But it was kinda nice.”

I teased Daisy’s nipple and Rose did the same, her lips sucking softer, her tongue swirling around Daisy’s nipple. The young girl moaned and shuddered, her hips arching and her legs spasming. She gasped so sweetly.

A sweet scent tickled my nose. Daisy grew wet.

I let my hands roam her body. I caressed and teased her, touching every inch of her smooth skin save one special spot—her virgin pussy. Sometimes my hand brushed Rose’s and she would giggle around Daisy’s nipple. Daisy squirmed harder, the mattress shifting.

“Sophia,” she groaned. “I need…more…down there.”

I had avoided her little pussy. I pushed my hand between her thighs, sliding up, drawing every so close to her sweet snatch. “Is your pussy on fire?”

She nodded.

“Say it, Daisy.”

“My…pussy is on…fire. I need to be touched.”

I smiled at her and began to kiss down her body. I loved the salty taste of her skin. Her sweet scent grew stronger. Rose followed me, her smooches loud smacks. Rose even played with her sister’s bellybutton, bringing a loud squeal from Daisy.

Rose and I settled between Daisy’s spread thighs, her tight slit flushed red and spread open, revealing her pink depths. Juices beaded on her delicate folds. Rose sucked in her breath as she gazed at her sister’s pussy.

My finger traced her parts as I whispered to Rose what the all the pussy’s parts were named and how they needed to be caressed. Licked my lips, my tongue lapping through Daisy’s snatch. I savored the taste of her pussy, so sweet and fresh. My tongue swirled around her little clit as she gasped and moaned.

“Wow?” Rose gasped.

“Did you see how my tongue licked through her folds from the bottom to the top?”

She nodded.

“Do it.”

Rose licked her lips before she leaned down. Both twins trembled. “Oh, yes, Rose!” Daisy moaned as Rose took her first swipe of pussy. “That was nice.”

“How was your first taste of her pussy?” I asked.

“Delicious?” Rose moaned and dived back in.

Her tongue was aggressive but unskilled, swirling around without any clue what she was doing. I nuzzled her ear, whispering instructions while Daisy’s moans grew louder and louder. Rose pressed her face deep into her sister’s pussy, teasing her hymen and nuzzling at her clit.

“Perfect,” I grinned, moving down Rose’s body. She was kneeling, her ass so cute.

I had to taste.

I spread her asscheeks apart, my tongue swirling up through her crack to rim her tight, sour asshole. “Sophia!” she gasped as I rimmed her, my tongue and piercing dipping into her bowels. “That’s dirty.

“Nothing about you is dirty,” I purred. “Just concentrate on loving your sister while I make you explode.”

Rose nodded and moaned before she returned to eating Daisy. “Oh, yes!” purred Daisy. “I love it, Rose!”

My tongue moved lower. Her ass was tasty, but I wanted to devour her pussy. The ruby glinting on my belly piercing meant I had mastered the art of cunnilingus. There were many arts for a priestess of Saphique to master, but this was my favorite.

I spread apart Rose’s tight pussy, inhaling her sweet flavor. She had a slightly stronger flavor than her sister, but they were still so similar. I loved the taste of pussy. They all were delicious in all their myriad flavors.

Rose moaned as my tongue swirled through her pussy, nudging against her hymen. I pressed on her little membrane before I moved up through her folds. I sucked on her little labia and rubbed my tongue stud against her hard clit.

She gasped and moaned. Her hips shifting. I squeezed my thighs together as my own pussy burned. But I had patience. When I was through with these two, they would be begging to eat my pussy.

I sucked Rose’s dainty clit into my mouth, brushing my tongue around her nub. She moaned, her hips bucking. I kept up the pressure. Her moans were muffled. She ate her sister harder as her ass clenched. Her orgasm built.

“Oh, Rose!” Daisy gasped. “Oh, yes! Oh, wow! I’m gonna…gonna explode!”

“Cum, sister!” Rose moaned. “Let’s cum together! Oh, wow! Oh, Sophia! You’re driving me wild!”

Rose’s juices flooded my hungry mouth as both her and her twin sang out their pleasure. They both shivered and writhed. I kept flicking at Rose’s clit, prolonging her orgasm as I drank down all her sweet juices.

“Wow, Sophia,” Rose gasped. “I never knew. I’ve masturbated, but wow.”

“Uh-huh,” Daisy grinned.

I smiled. “Well, Rose, would you like to teach Daisy how to eat my pussy.”

“Oh, yes!” Rose exclaimed, rolling over.

“I would like that,” Daisy blushed.

I settled on the bed, spreading my legs wide and pinched my nipples. “Devour me, girls. I’m so hot. You two are so sexy.”

Their cheeks pressed together as they both pressed their faces between my legs, their tongues wildly licking around my pussy. I shuddered as their fluttering, inexperienced tongues worked around my vulva and dove into my pussy.

“Lick my clit! Make me cum!” I groaned, pulling harder on my nipples, savoring the hard pleasure.

They did, nuzzling and licking. I moaned, my eyes fluttering in delight. I was so hot. Playing with their nubile bodies had kept me on the edge. Their tongues met in my pussy, both almost kissing each other as they nuzzled at my clit.

I came. My juices squirted their faces. I didn’t always squirt. I still hadn’t mastered that, yet, but I shuddered and moaned. I drenched their innocent faces with my juices. My hips heaved and bucked. I gasped and moaned.

“Oh, Saphique!” I moaned to the heavens. “Thank you for these sweet girls!”

The door to my room slammed open.

“Acolyte Sophia!” Priestess Georgina snapped.

“Yes!” I screamed as my orgasm still burned through me.

“You little slut! You were supposed to be at prayer!”

“I was praying,” I panted as the two twins trembled beside me. “The three of us made sweet worship to Saphique.”

Georgina glared at me, her large breasts heaving. Her nipple piercing and belly ring were adorned with glittering stones. She had almost achieved the rank of Virgin, mastering all the lesbian disciplines and would then receive her labia piercing.

“Are those the two new novices?” she gasped.

“Their hymens are intact,” I smiled. “I was just giving them a lesson on cunnilingus.

Both novices trembled, their faces smeared with my juices.

“Get dressed and return to your cells!” the Priestess snapped. “Acolyte Sophia had no right to bring you here.”

“Yes, Priestess,” Daisy squeaked.

Priestess Georgina glared at me. Her jaw clenched. “The High Virgin will see you when she returns from the Palace,” Georgina spat. “Maybe she can get you to obey.”

“Maybe,” I smiled as I stood and slowly dressed. The novices were out the door in a flash, fleeing in fear. “Though I’m sure my mother will happily give another donation to the temple to smooth this over. And it’s not like I popped their cherries.”

I had done that once. It had caused the poor novice to be kicked out of the temple. She couldn’t be properly sanctified and thus couldn’t be a priestess. I felt really bad about that. I didn’t mean to. I got carried away.

Priestess Georgina let out a shrill shriek.

“You really must remain calm, Priestess,” I smiled as I walked to her. “You should carry yourself with the decorum of our Goddess.”

I tried not to laugh as she screeched again.

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High Virgin Vivian

“What you are asking is…improper, King Edward,” I carefully said as I sat in his study, his pregnant queen embroidering on a nearby chair while the High Chamberlain, John, sat across from me at the table.

“Do you want to see Secare and the world consumed by chaos of the High King’s Empire restored?” the King pointed out.

He was a young, virile man. I was sure if I wasn’t a lesbian, I might even find him handsome and dashing. As it was, I hated the way he leered at both my bared breasts and the nipples rings adorning my flesh. I led the entire faith of Saphique. I had mastered every lesbian technique. I was sixty-three and yet possessed the body of a twenty-five year old.

And this boy ogled me.

“I do not,” I conceded after a moment. “But the Knights Deute have always entrusted the Temple of the Pure to fairly choose their Quests for their female knights. Why should we betray that trust?”

“For the future,” he insisted.

“Your future,” I countered.

Virgin-Superior Elizabeth, the woman who administered the Temple of the Pure itself while I dealt with the entire faith, snorted in laughter. We had been friends and lovers for decades, rising together through the ranks of Saphique’s church. I trusted her.

“Angela must die, but it must look accidental,” King Edward insisted, lifting his eyes from my breast. “The good of all the Kingdoms is at stake. It will be war if Angela somehow tries to press the High King’s claim. Haz, Valya, Thlin, Athlos, and the Principalities will rise up. Even the Magery of Thosi will become involved. This could plunge the continent into decades of suffering.”

I glanced at Elizabeth. She arched an eyebrow. She thought there was merit to the plan. I licked my lips. “But such a betrayal of trust is monumental. It might offend even our holy Goddess.”

“An offering could be arranged,” the King said.

“A bribe?” Elizabeth asked. “Something the Knights Deute could point at and cry foul.”

John gave Elizabeth a shrewd look, pursing his lips. “A concession, then.”

Elizabeth nodded. “Your father granted our temples exemption from tax collection for five years. That ends next spring.”

King Edward’s face blanched. “My father was senile when he made that decision. The coffers need that income of the lands—”

“They do not,” John interrupted. “And even if they did, the price can be borne. Right, Your Majesty?”

King Edward froze and looked at his advisor. “Right. Perspective. Fine. I will have it extended for another year.”

“Twenty.” Elizabeth countered.

“Five,” King Edward said. “Be reasonable.”

“Fifteen,” I suggested.

The King’s jaw clenched. “Seven.”

I glanced at Elizabeth and she gave a slight nod. What a wonderful idea Elizabeth had. I would have to reward her. “Agreed. Angela will draw the quest to slay the dragon Dominari.”

My stomach still churned when I returned to the temple. It was monstrous what we were doing, but seven years without having to pay the taxes would bring a bounty. Already our coffers were growing. We could build such monuments to Saphique with this money. And after seven years, King Edward may have a hard time repealing such an act. We could stir sympathy. After all, wise, beloved, and dead King Reginald gave us the tax relief in the first place.

My good mood evaporated when I found Sophia sitting in my office’s antechamber, Priestess Georgina glowering beside her. The young acolyte tested my patients in ways few others had. But her mother was wealthy, and her donations kept her haughty daughter enrolled.

“I will deal with you in a moment,” I glowered at her. She didn’t appear that intimidated. The damn girl knew how much wealth her mother donated.

Elizabeth followed me into my office. “There is one thing, Vivian,” she said. “We have to sacrifice an acolyte along with Angela.”

I froze. I had forgotten that. It was customary to send one of our acolytes with a female Knight Deute on her Quest to assist with divine magic. And then a smile crossed my lips. “I know just whom to send.”

Elizabeth gave me a curious look.

“Sophia.”

“Her mother will object.”

“Why? It is a great honor to be chosen. I have three letters from her mother demanding to know why her daughter has never been chosen for a Quest.”

“Because she’s useless,” Elizabeth muttered. “I’m not sure she has ever paid attention during lectures on divine magic.”

“Exactly. We can be rid of the little bitch and appease her mother all at the same time. Send her in so we can give her the great news.”

To be continued…

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Having been sent to Hong Kong to get away from rumours in London, Marget checks into a hotel that caters to ladies with certain tastes

Margret arrived in Hong Kong on a sweltering late summer evening in 1894, having taken the long voyage from England. Talk had begun to spread about some of the company she had kept back home and it was decided that she should go and stay with her uncle for a spell, who was a magistrate in Hong Kong. Fortunately for Margret her uncle was away seeing to some matter, and would not be back for a few days. She decided to take advantage of the unsupervised time to spend a few days at a hotel that catered to travelling women of class rather than going directly to her uncles estate.

Margret was escorted to the hotel by a travelling American businessman twenty years her senior who had flirted shamelessly with her through the voyage. When he dropped her off at the hotel and she was finally free of him Margret let out a sigh of relief. She had promised to keep in touch by letter as it seemed the best way to get him to leave, though she had no intention of doing so. A Chinese porter took her bags to the desk inside, where Margret was greeted by a greying matriarch with a light Welsh accent gone rough around the edges.

Margret presented one of her letters of credit, which was more than enough to cover what would be a quite modest price at home in London but was rather exorbitant for Hong Kong.

“And would you be wanting a lady’s maid for your time here ma’am?” The welsh woman asked.

“Of course,” Margret answered. It was the rumors of the particular lady’s maids at this establishment that had led her to choose it in the first place. “My understanding is that you have some that are able to help a guest with anything she requires?”

“Of course ma’am.” The woman rang a silver bell on her desk, and three Chinese girls came out from somewhere in the back of the hotel. To Margret’s English eyes the thee girls all looked the same, petite with short dark hair, small busts, toned bodies and tan skin. Margret had a hard time judging the age of Chinese women, but would have placed them a few years younger than her own twenty three. When asked if she had a preference Margret just shrugged and waved to the girl on the left.

The madam of the hotel led Margret to a luxurious suite on the second floor, followed by the lady’s maid. Her suite had a receiving room, a spacious bedroom with a large bed and a pair of reclining couches, and a tiled well appointed washroom with a claw footed tub. While she was inspecting the room a pair of porters arrived with her luggage, and Genevieve directed them to place them in the bedroom for her to unpack later. Once Margret had given her approval of the room, everyone but the lady’s maid left.

“What is your name girl,” Margret asked.

“My name is Mimi ma’am,” the girl told her in thickly accented but understandable English.

“Draw me a bath while I unpack Mimi,” Margret commanded. “Then you can help me bathe.”

While Mimi began running water into the tub and adding scented oils Margret began taking clothes and her effects from one of her cases, putting them haphazardly into and on top of the dresser in the bedroom. When she heard the water shut off, Margret undressed herself and went into the washroom. Unfortunately while the hotel had running water for the wash basin and tub, it still relied on chamber pots for other matters. While Mimi set out a towel and bathrobe, Margret squatted over the porcelain bowl and relived herself. Finished Margret went over to the tub and slowly lowered herself in, allowing the warm water to take away some of the aches of her long voyage.

“You can dispose of that,” Margret told Mimi, waving to the chamber pot, “then you can return to wash me.”

Mimi picked up the chamber pot and hurried out of the room. Margret heard the door to her suite close behind the girl, then open again some few minutes later. Mimi came back into the washroom carrying the now empty and cleaned chamber pot. She set it down in its place, the picked up a washcloth and came to the edge of the tub.

“You might as well take your clothes off,” Margret commanded. “There’s no sense getting your dress wet.”

Silently Mimi pulled the thin muslin dress she was wearing over her head to reveal a plain white shift underneath. She paused until Margret said, “The shift as well. Hurry up before the water gets cold.”

Mimi took off her shift to reveal a toned tanned body. She had small breasts capped with large dark nipples and she was completely hairless below her neck. Margret was intrigued. She had heard that some of the ladies of the night in London shaved completely, but here it was probably a matter of comfort in the heat. Mimi knelt beside the tub and dipped the washcloth into the water. Margret leaned forward to allow the girl the begin washing her neck and back. The soft cloth over Mimi’s firm hands felt wonderful and Margret let out a moan of pleasure. Once Mimi was done washing her back, Margret leaned back to let the girl work her front. Mimi wasn’t shy as she ran the cloth over Margrets shoulders, arms and stomach before soaping and massaging the English girl’s much larger breasts.

Too soon for Margret’s taste Mimi moved on and asked Margret to put up her legs so they could be washed. While Mimi washed her legs Margret began to idly run her hands over Mimi’s legs, admiring their smooth muscularity. She moved her hand to Mimi’s crotch, and Mimi obligingly opened her legs to allow Margret’s exploration.

“Do you shave yourself?” Margret asked.

“No ma’am,” Mimi replied as she continued to wash Margret’s legs. “One of the other girls shaved me and I shave her.”

“Hmm. I think after the bath I would like you to shave me. It must help with the heat in this dreadful climate.”

“Of course ma’am. Would you like to to wash your intimate areas ma’am?”

Instead of replying Margret opened her legs wide to give the girl the access she needed. Mimi’s hand and the washcloth disappeared underneath the water. Margret enjoyed Mimi’s ministrations for a few minutes as she lay in the tub with her eyes closed and legs spread. Eventually though she decided she wouldn’t be able to finish just from that, and besides the water was getting cold.

“That’s enough for now. Fetch me my towel and robe.”

Mimi hurried to do as Margret commanded. Margret stepped out of the tub and allowed Mimi to rub her down with the towel and trap the robe over her shoulders. “ You can shave me now,” Margret told the girl.

“Shall I get dressed ma’am?”

“No no. You’re fine as you are.”

Mimi went to a cabinet and pulled out an ingenious little folding table that she set up and had Margret lay face up on the padded surface. While Margret got herself comfortable, Mimi took a razor similar to that a man would use for shaving his face, but smaller and more delicate and ran it over a piece of leather to hone its edge. She then filled a small bowl with warm water and soap and used a badger hair brush to work it into a thick lather. Mimi took the brush and applied the soap to Margret’s left underarm, covering the fine auburn hairs there. With a few deft strokes of the razor all the hair was gone. Mimi repeated the process on Margret’s right, then used a warm towel to wipe away all the remaining soap and hairs.

Mimi then moved to the other end of the table and had Margret bend her knees so that the soles of her feet rested on the table. Again Mimi worked quickly and efficiently, lathering, shaving and speaking Margret’s calves in quick succession. She moved slower and more carefully as she removed the fine hairs from Margret’s thighs.

When she was done with Margret’s legs, Mimi asked, “The rest was well ma’am?”

“I think so yes. That’s the whole point of this isn’t it?”

Mimi fetched a small pair of scissors, and used them to trim Margret’s pubic hair very short, giving both her and Mimi a clear view of Margret’s crotch, her lips starting to pull apart slightly and coated with the telltale moisture of her arousal. Once Mimi had trimmed Margret as short as she could using the scissors, she took the brush and thoroughly covered Margret’s crotch in the shaving soap. Gently pulling the lips of Margret’s sex taut, she ran the razor over them, leaving them bare. She carefully moved the mirror polished steel into all of the outer folds and crevices, and when she was done, Margret’s crotch was a bare as a child’s.

“Roll onto your front please ma’am,” Mimi said, and Margret did so, curious as to what was coming next. As Margret lay on her stomach, she watched over her shoulder as Mimi spread apart the cheeks of her buttocks, placed a dollop of lather on her anus the quickly removed the small amount of hair there with the razor.

Mimi then had Margret roll back onto her stomach and applied a soothing scented oil to all of her newly denuded skin. Margret left Mimi to clean up and went to the bedroom, where she lay down on one of the reclining couches. A couple of minutes later Mimi came into the room, still naked.

“Is there anything else I can do for you ma’am?” The Chinese servant asked.

In response Margret spread her legs, allowing the dressing gown to part and show off her naked and aroused sex. “I’ve heard that all the lady’s maids here are experienced in providing satisfaction with your mouth?”

“Yes ma’am.” Mimi came over and knelt in front off the reclining sofa so that her head was at the same level as Margret’s crotch. She placed a hand on each of Margret’s thighs, then began to run her tongue over the now hairless skin. Margret let out a groan on pleasure as Mimi plied her talented tongue to the outside of Margret’s sex, causing her to become even wetter. When Mimi parted Margret’s lower lips and artfully pushed her tongue into the waiting hole, Margret squeezed her thighs together, trapping the younger girl’s body between them. As Mimi licked up and down, occasionally darting her tongue inside Margret closed her eyes and allowed herself to be pleasured.

After a time, Mimi began to focus on the nub of pleasure at the top of Margret’s slit with her tongue, while she slowly inserted first one, then two and thee small fingers into Margret. Losing her composure, Margret grabbed the back of Mimi’s head to push the girl’s mouth harder against her as she began to buck her hips. Mimi sucked Margret’s now prominent clitoris into her lips, circling it quickly with her tongue, and pushing Margret over the edge. She orgasmed with a tightening of her whole body, almost crushing the Chinese girl with her thighs.

When Margret was spent she relaxed and pushed Mimi’s head away. “That will be all for now. I will summon you again when I need something else.”

Mimi got up and bowed to Margret, then left to go get dressed. When the servant was gone and Margret had composed herself, she sat down at the desk in the suite’s receiving room, still wearing the gown. She began to catch up on some of the correspondence she had neglected on the voyage. She was especially eager to write to Jane and Alice, the two girls who’s company had resulted in her temporary exile from London. Perhaps they would be able to come and stay in Hong Kong as well, and the three of them could share the pleasure of a lady’s maid.

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