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Viking raiders

It was a sunny spring day…

Hedviga was a stunning, young blonde. She always carried herself proudly and with a ‘noble’ demeanor. She was, after all, the daughter of the chieftains’ sister..

She had inherited her looks from her mother. Long blonde hair that she always wore in several intricate braids. A large bust, for her age. Judging from her mothers huge breasts, Hedvigas wouldn’t stop growing anytime soon. But for now they still defied gravity a little, although she’d sometimes topple things over from shelves or tables when she turned around too hastily. Hedvigas mother, Frida, was the envy of all women in the village. Her breasts were clearly gifts from the gods. Even though Frida often tried to cover them in woolen or linen cloths tightly wrapped around her chest, they were impossible to hide.

Hedviga also admired her mothers impressive curves and was happy to imagine that she one day would look the same. Although Frida often complained about how heavy they were and that Hedviga was lucky to not have them as sizable as hers, Hedviga still was wishing for them. Hedviga had never asked her mother, but if her breasts were as sensitive as Hedvigas, she must walk around and feel very pleasured all day long.

Hedvigas breasts were VERY sensitive. It happened once in a while that she had made herself cum by just stroking over them, and pinching her nipples. She didn’t even have to rub her little pink pea down there.

This sensitivity made it hard for Hedviga to run. Well, she could run for a little bit, but her breasts rubbing against the insides of her clothing gave her so much arousement that she had to stop and just breathe to not cum as she was running. When anyone commented on how she was never running or that she had to stop and catch her breath all the time, she just blamed it on her poor fitness.

Although it was a bit embarrassing to admit to having poor fitness, it was less embarrassing than to let people know the truth – that she would have an orgasm if she ran any further without a break!

As all of the grown women in the village, they were both pretty tall. Long muscular legs and well toned arms and backs to boot. The constant work of lifting and carrying water and firewood had given these results to anyone living this life.

It was springtime and all the able men of the village had just set off to the seas. They went to trade and plunder. Hopefully they would all come back with many riches. But now for the summer, only the women who were ‘of age’ were left in the village, to tend to the daily chores that needed doing. The children and elderly had been sent up into the mountains to spend the summer there.

Only a few days after the others had left the village, Frida had brought Hedviga up to the attic of their longhouse. She sat Hedviga down on one of the beds and had a serious look on her face.

-”You know that the raiders’ season is coming soon… and that you are now of age…?”, her mother started tentatively.

-”Yes mother. I know”, Hedviga answered, her big blue eyes not shying away from her mother.

-”Well, I need to prepare you. If you listen to me and do as I say… it might not be so bad for you.”, Frida said.

Hedvigas mother continued to explain how the raiders season functioned.

While all the men of the village were away to foreign coasts, pillaging and trading for riches to bring back for the village so that they could survive the harsh winter, the women were left to defend the village themselves.

Frida couldn’t tell her how or when it had started, but during the years, even before Frida had become of age herself, the village women had found out a better way to endure the raiders than with weapons and force. Instead they would give themselves to the raiders. Let them have their primitive and sexual needs fulfilled.

As the stories were told – in the olden days the village would put up resistance. Some of the raiders would get injured or even killed sometimes, but the end result was always the same. The village was plundered and the women raped and beaten. Sometimes even killed if they had put up too much resistance. A stroke of genius and wisdom had come over them some generations back. Why not just let them have what they want, and would get anyway, without all the harm? So as it had been when Frida had grown up – when the raiders season started, usually a few weeks before summer, all the elderly women and young girls fled up into the mountains and held out there until summer and raider season was over.

The rest of the women, that Hedviga now was one of, would stay in the village and let themselves be taken by the raiders. This way less harm was had.

The women that fled to the mountains would bring all the valuables with them, that way saving some of the riches of the village. The raiders didn’t mind so much that their bounty was small after their raid, since they had all been satisfied in other, more primal ways.

It could be a scary and jarring experience of course, to let the raiders have their way with you. But according to her mother, Hedviga could make it better for herself, maybe even pleasurable.

Frida was a mature woman and had been here for many, many raids and knew what she was talking about.

-”But, Hedviga, you are still a virgin, right?”, Frida asked.

-”Yes mother.”, Hedviga admitted.

-”Then you must prepare yourself a little, so it won’t hurt when they… push into you…”, her mother said and presented 3 pieces of very smooth and shiny wood to Hedviga.

The two smaller ones were in birch and the largest one was of pine tree. They were all carved in phallic shapes, sanded and oiled so smooth that you could run silk over them without resistance.

Hedvigas eyes widened. She had certainly seen the male phallus before, but never in an erect state… and never as large as these ones were made. Especially the largest one made of pine wood. It had to be at least almost as long as her upper arm!

-”The smallest one is to start you off. To break your virginity. It might hurt a little, but that will only happen the first time. Then you will learn of the pleasures it can bring.”, Frida explained.

Hedviga held it in front of her, feeling how soft and smooth the surface was whilst the rod itself was hard as rock. Or hard as wood in this case. Even though it was the smallest it was still pretty long, compared to the flaccid cocks she’d seen around the village growing up.

-”Then you can move on to this one, “ Frida said and handed Hedviga the second one.

It was thicker than the first and longer too. At the top it bulged out a little. Like a sort of swollen knob. Hedvigas hands were inadvertently feeling the piece of wood with her hands, but her eyes were pulling towards the third one… the biggest one.

-”Yes. I see what you’re thinking sweetie. It is very large… but it WILL fit, trust me.”, Frida said, hiding a smile.

-”Normally no raider is of this size, luckily… but there are a few that might surprise you. And it’s always better for us if we are well prepared beforehand. So when you feel ready, give it a try. But do it carefully. I’ve oiled them for you, but let me know if you need more oil. It’s in great demand now that all the other women in the village are also getting prepared.”

Hedviga had the beast in her hands. She could barely get her fingers around its girth and the length of it was staggering. It was slightly curved also. The tip of it was a bit thinner, but it widened all the way down to the base. Even though the oil made it slightly slippery to the touch, Hedviga doubted that much more than the tip would ever fit into her. But just the thought of such a thing made her body tingle.

-”I’ll let you get started then…”, her mother said softly as she rose from the bed and made her way to the door.

-”What? Now?”, Hedviga asked in surprise.

-”Of course my dear. Raiders season is only a week or two away.”, Frida answered as she softly closed the door.

Hedviga now found herself alone in the little attic room. It was a cramped room with two beds. Woolen blankets covered the hay, laid out as a mattress under it. The walls were the inside of the roof and tilted steeply inward to the nook. There was barely enough room to stand up straight in here. The room was mainly used for guests, but sometimes in the warm autumns Hedviga had slept in here when the weather was still warm enough.

Now that she came to think of it – it would be the perfect place to sleep in the summers… but she had no memories of ever being here in the summers.

She now understood why her and grandma were always away in the mountains then.

Hedviga had just thought of it as natural. They went to the mountains to pick berries and live life under the stars, because you couldn’t do that in the winter time.

All while her mother and the other women were being ravaged by brutal raiders those summer months! There was also a tiny window in the room, from where you could look out at the docks and sea. Now all their longships were away with the men of the village, but Hedviga felt a chill as she imagined seeing the raiders’ ships coming towards their coastline, as they soon would!

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As she heard her mothers footsteps fade away down the stairs, she sat down on the bed. Only her own breathing and the rustling of the hay under the thick, grey blanket could be heard.

Well, she had to do it… her mother’s stories and instructions had gotten her mind to very sensual and lustrous thoughts, but also made her a little fearful.

Her mind was now racing with the images of huge bearded strangers, growling and throwing themselves over her. Her mother seemed so calm about it, but Hedviga was afraid that she would not be able to be very relaxed if someone was trying to force themselves onto her.

She pulled up her dress skirts. It was still somewhat cold in the late spring air, so she had three layers on. With the smallest of the three wooden forms in her hand she looked down between her legs. She was still young and being of such fair complexion, the few whiskers of hair on her pussy were hardly visible. The wood in her hand looked very big as she held it to her slit down there between her legs. Hedviga hesitated… Until now she had only ever had the tip of her finger inside there, and even that had felt like a huge intrusion.

She leaned back against the wall whilst still having her legs spread and her bare sex exposed to the cooling spring air flowing through the window. She quickly unlaced the top of her dress and wrangled out her breasts. Her nipples were stiff and hard already from the anticipation of what was to come. She slowly stroked the piece of wood against one of them and gently pinched the other with her fingers.

Shots of lust flew through her chest and culminated slowly downward. She massaged her breasts for a good long while and could feel the wetness building up inside her!

It was a very pleasant feeling, touching her sensitive breasts and the pressure was building, but she was also trying to postpone the inevitable…

But as she felt the first trickle of her juices make its way from her opening to the crack of her bum cheeks she carefully put the wood against her pussy lips. The feeling was intense… much better than when she did this with her fingers!

She stopped when she felt the tip of the wood phallus against her clenched hole. The silky wood and the wetness of her was making it feel like the wood wanted to enter. She held there for a moment, her breath was now rapid. She bit her lip and pushed carefully… the very tip sunk in, and then was squeezed out again! Hedviga had to abruptly quench a loud ‘Aaah!’. Her mouth suddenly had a mind of its own! She closed her eyes and , more determined now, pushed again. as the tip of the wood pressed inward her instincts were trying to resist it. She could feel her hole straining to resist the intruder! She bit her lip again to not squeal or make any loud noises and pushed some more!

With a sudden ease the wood slipped in, past her tight opening and as her body gave in and accepted the silky hard guest. Her legs tensed up and she gave out a loud wail!

Her body jolted backward and as her head thumped into the wooden wall behind her she lost her grip of the phallus! Ignoring the pain of bumping her head she quickly grabbed for the piece. It was still stuck into her, the muscles around her hole had it in a tight grip and it felt like every nerve in her womanly cave could feel every little part of what was in there!

She finally got a grip of the thing and steadied herself.

After some heavy breathing she pushed at it again… it felt fantastic, and strange, and so hot!

She felt a slight sting of pain from inside her slit. She pulled the stick back a little and pushed again. same pain. It wasn’t much, the overload of pleasure was far greater.And this gave her the courage to venture deeper.

She pressed on, through the pain which increased slightly for every little bit she continued deeper inside herself. until finally a sharp pain hit her from nowhere! Again she banged the back of her head against the wall and gave out a loud ‘eek’!

Hedviga pulled the stick out and moaned in pleasure mixed pain.

She was now slumped down on the bed. Only her head was up against the wall, her back laid down across the bed and her legs spread wide, sandals touching the floorboards and her bare breasts exposed to the cool breeze from the window.

She took a few breaths. Then she closed her eyes hard in preparation and pushed the wood back in. Her entrance gave the same reluctant clenching as the first time but Hedviga now knew and was ready for it. She pressed deeper with determination in mind.

She didn’t want to be this unprepared when the raiders came.

To her amazed surprise there was no pain this time. Even as she passed in deeper than before. Instead there was an amazing and strange feeling that came over her! Testing the waters, she pulled it out a bit and pushed back in a few times. The hard wooden piece slipped easily within her walls… and her arousement was rising fast.

She went as deep as she dared and picked up the pace.

With every push, faster and faster, she felt a wave of pleasure rise from her pussy to her heart. She tried to finger her nipple but that was so sensitive now that it almost hurt!

Hedviga didn’t know it but her eyes were rolling back in her head and her tongue was almost falling out of her mouth as she rapidly pumped the stick into herself.

Suddenly, from nowhere, her control was lost! When she had made herself cum earlier, it had always been within control. She could feel when she was about to cum and control it.

Now, she just came, violently and hard! Her body shook and she was whimpering with delight!

She had trouble catching her breath as she lay there like a rag doll.

Finally she sat up wearily and dried some drool from the corner of her mouth. She pulled the smooth wooden stick out. She had to do it very slowly, since every inch of it that passed out through her hole sent lustfull shivers through her whole body.

As she sat there, legs wide apart, steadying herself on one arm, she looked at the wooden phallus she was holding with amazement! It was shiny and dripping with her womanly liquids. This was the greatest feeling she’d ever felt!

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A never ending stream of her womanly juices seemed to be seeping out from between her hot and ravished pussy lips. She dried herself off with her petticoats, again sending little jolts of pleasure through her nethers with every tentative stroke.

She collected the three wooden pieces in the linen bag her mother had given her and made her way down to the hall on shaky legs.

She had to sit down on one of the benches in the great hall where there was sometimes feasting, to catch her breath again. Just that small climb down from the attic felt like a huge physical feat in her state.

Shortly, her mother Frida came in. She smiled happily at her daughter and came up to her.

-”So… you did it?”, she asked with a huge and proud smile on her lips.

Hedviga just looked up at her mother with a crooked smile, droplets of sweat on her forehead and tangled hair sticking to her cheeks that told the whole story.

-”Oh! I’m SO proud of you my love!”, Frida exclaimed and gave her a huge hug, effectively burying Hedvigas face and head between her soft and generous bosom.

Hedviga didn’t have the strength to hug her mother back, but just relished in the comfort of being embraced by Fridas motherly mounds.

-”You think I’m ready now?”, Hedviga finally managed to ask once her mother had let her head free from the embrace.

Frida scoffed, -”Oh no, no, no darling! That was just the first, and the smallest. You need to go at it again, as soon as you catch your breath and then.. several times more!”

Hedvigas eyes widened. She had just passed through the biggest feeling in her lifetime and her mother wanted her to do it again… now?!

-”But… I can barely stand! How can I do that again?!”, she asked in honest distress.

-”I’ll help you my dear. Let me first get you some water and some stew, then we’ll get going!”, Frida said in a jolly tone.

-”Don’t you have to prepare also? Don’t you get exhausted too?”, Hedviga asked her.

-”I’ve already begun my preparations.”, Frida smiled and folded her dress away to the side.

Hedviga saw that her mother had light linen wrapped around her nethers, like the kind you wrap babies in before they stop wetting themselves.

With a secretive grin, Frida pulled down the front of the linnen and shuffled closer to Hedviga. Her face was just at the height of her mothers waist and she looked down into Fridas wrppings. Her mother had trimmed down the hair on her mound to just a small strip of short hair in the middle. It was still blonde, but not as light as the hair on her head.

Hedviga could see her mothers slit, but… what was that sticking out from between her pussy lips?!

It took a few moments for Hedvigas brain to process what she was looking at. Frida had a wooden piece stuck up into her hole and held in place by the tight linen wrappings. And not just any wooden piece. It looked to be of a larger kind! Hedviga could of course only see the base of it, but it looked to be as thick as her wrist!

Frida revelled in the shocked look on Hedvigas cute little face as she pulled up her linen wrappings again, adjusted the base of the stick and let her dresses down like a curtain closing.

She patted Hedviga lovingly on the head and shuffled off to the kitchen bench over by the ever smoldering glow by the fire pit to the side of the hall.

Hedviga was dumbfounded. She couldn’t think of a word to say. She hardly believed what she just had seen. Had her mother been walking around with a huge wooden phallus in her slit this whole time?! Now even?

Hedviga glanced over to where Frida was fixing with the pot and pouring water into a cup.

But it must press into her immensely as she bends over or squats like that by the fireplace, Frida thought. She tried to picture her mother, without the dress, as if seeing through her flesh and skin… she was trying to imagine how that rod was stuck in there.. and how deep did it go?!

Now that she thought of it, Frida was moving a bit awkwardly, her legs were more spread, and feet were a bit wider apart whenever she moved around. How long had she been having that thing nesting inside her?! Was Hedviga expected to do the same?! The thought of it, in combination with what she had just felt up in the attic almost made her drool and breathe heavily again.

Hedviga’s racing mind was interrupted by her mother coming over and serving her a plate of warm stew and some water. As Hedviga ate it all with great appetite, Frida helped her to untangle her hair and rearrange her braids. As Hedviga finished up her meal, her mother leaned in and lay her hand over Hedvigas crotch.

-”So, how do you feel? Are you ready for some more preparation?”

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Hedviga got nervous. It was a strange feeling being aroused and at the same time scared.

Her mother Frida raised her up from the bench and walked them both over to the back. Behind the wall there were their sleeping chambers.

In there was a huge bed, enough for a whole family to sleep comfortably in. During the winters, this was the best way to keep everyone warm.

Frida moved some of the wolf furs away from the bed and had Hedviga sit down.

Whilst walking over to the bed chambers Hedviga couldn’t shake the thought of her mother walking beside her, with that huge rod stuck up inside of her womb! Hedviga couldn’t help but to think of how it must feel, how wet her insides must be and how it would make her feel filled up!

After sitting Hedviga on the bed, Frida went over to bolt the door.

-”This will give us some privacy…”, she whispered.

There was no one else in the long house, but since this was the chieftains longhouse, other villagers often had errands here.

But now, with all the men gone and the women left in the village seemingly all being busy with their own ‘preparations’, Hedviga hadn’t seen anyone walk around since early this morning by the well.

Frida came and sat down beside Hedviga on the bed. She guided the young girl to lie down and Hedviga obeyed her mother, trembling with anticipation. She could feel her insides heating up already at the thought of being penetrated again.

Frida leaned over her daughter and held up the smallest of the wooden forms.

-”Well, now that you have been introduced, it’s time to feel how it is when you’re not the one in charge of this stiff little intruder…”, Frida said with a grin.

She pulled up Hedvigas skirts. Hedviga could feel the cool air, again sweeping over her thighs and crotch.

Frida softly slid the wood along Hedvigas wet slit. Hedviga let out an involuntary whimper of badly concealed lust.

Her mother slowly worked the smooth wood in between Hedvigas folds and stopped just by her entrance. Hedviga could feel how the tip of the wood was pressed against her clenched hole.She held her breath…

With a firm and slow push, Frida pressed the stiff wood into Hedvigas opening. At first Hedviga clenched her teeth and tried to not breathe, but to no avail! A loud moan made its way from deep in her throat and over her lips! Hedviga arched her back in pleasure and tried to squeeze her thighs together in a vain attempt to hinder Fridas hand from pushing it in more.

-”No honey. You’re not going to be able to resist it. Just relax and let it happen…”, she frowned but still with a soft, caring voice.

Hedviga heard what her mother was saying and wanted to obey, but her body wouldn’t let her! The sensations she felt were too new and too great! Her hips were twisting and her legs were squirming as Frida was pressing more of the wood into her!

Frida abruptly pulled the wooden phallus out of Hedviga and with a swift move she put her arm under both of Hedvigas legs and lifted them up, lifting Hedvigas behind up and raising her feet towards the ceiling.

Hedviga was now pinned into the bed with her mother pushing both her legs up into the air with her arm. Hedviga realized that she now had her pussy exposed and no legs to hinder her mother from pressing the thing into her again!

And just as she had come to this realization and was trying to word some kind of protest, she felt the intrusion again! Much more forceful this time!

Frida pounded the smooth, hard stick in between Hedvigas pussy lips without mercy and started pumping it in and out of the panting young girl’s wet opening!

-”This is more what it’ll feel like when the raiders have control!”, Frida said as she was pounding the stick in and out at a rapid pace!

Hedviga couldn’t get a word out. The feeling of being ravished by this stiff thing was excruciating and at the same time extremely pleasurable!

Her mother knew exactly how far to pull it out so that it never fully left Hedvigas opening and with every push back in she could feel Fridas clenched fist hitting her outer pussy lips hard!

All went black!

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Hedviga woke up with a jolt! Her mother was lying beside her, stroking her hair and having Hedvigas head pressed against her bosom. Hedviga could feel the waves of a huge orgasm, the aftermath. She had fainted and was now feeling dizzy. Trying to steady her breathing and enjoying the warm sensations that were running through her body, she realized that the stiff wooden thing was still inside her, making her pussy twitch as her opening wanted to close but was kept dilated by the intruder.

Frida sensed her daughter’s confusion and whispered softly, -”Sshh… leave it in there… get used to the feeling. Enjoy it…”

-”This is good training for your young hole.”, she continued and kept stroking Hedvigas hair and cheek.

For a long time they just laid there. Hedvigas pussy exploring the whole length and girth of the thing still inside her, how it moved and twitched a little with her muscles contracting and relaxing around it.

It dawned on her that Frida, her mother was also lying there, beside her, with a much larger thing stuffed inside her.

Was she feeling the same feelings as Hedviga? Was her insides also massaging the length of the wood in there? Was she also as turned on by it as Hedviga now was?

Time passed… finally Frida sat up and gently pulled the rod out from Hedvigas slippery, hot hole. Hedviga couldn’t help but to let out a pleased ‘ahhh..’ as she felt the stick slip out and being freed from the thing that wouldn’t let her pussy entrance relax fully.

-”It’s late now. Get cleaned up my dear, it’s time for bed.”, Frida told her and got up herself.

Hedviga staggered to the water jug by the table in the corner of the bedchambers and had some very refreshing mouthfuls of cool water.

She then let her skirts fall to the floor and wiped herself clean down there with a cloth and water. She had to do it very gently. Every touch or stroke against her skin sent small lightning bolts through her legs and stomach! It was an intense feeling. Her pussy now felt just as sensitive as her breasts and nipples normally felt.

Was this always gonna be from now on? Hedviga got fearful that she might not even be able to walk out of the longhouse without having to pause because of the arousal!

Even though nothing was inside of her now, she could feel her pussy twitching, as if it missed the stiff stick that had been pounded into her and left there afterwards. Here opening was wanting it back in there…

She unlaced her top and turned back around to go to bed.

She saw that her mother had already crept in under the furs in the huge bed. Frida lay on her side, supported up on one elbow with her huge and heavy breasts taking up all the space of her chest area. As she folded up the furs to give the now naked Hedviga room to climb in beside her – Hedviga could see that her mother was all naked, but still had the linen wrappings on around her waist, effectively holding the large wooden rod in place between her legs.

Hedviga climbed in and let her mother spoon her. Normally the whole family and a couple of the house maids would all be sharing this huge bed, but now it was only Hedviga and her mother. Hedviga relished in the cozy feeling of her mothers embrace. She could feel Fridas large, soft breasts and stiff nipples against her back and the warmth of her body pushing to her own!

She quickly fell into a blissful dream…

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Hedviga woke up. She couldn’t move… or was this the dream. She felt that she was pressed deep into the mattress. She was lying on her belly and her legs were spread widely and held into place!

-”Mmm.. uhm.. what…?”, she mumbled and tried to turn her head since she couldn’t turn her body.

The room was very dark, only the faint light from the glowing fire pot let her see anything at all. She saw her mother Frida towering over her from behind. Frida was sitting behind Hedviga with her legs pressed down over Hedvigas thighs, pressing them apart and locking them in place. Hedvigas pussy now turned red hot as it realized that it was forced to give full access to anything from behind!

Frida leaned forward. Hedviga could feel her heavy breasts on her back.

-”You’ll now learn how the raiders usually do it!”, Frida whispered in her ear and grabbed both of Hedvigas wrists, holding them behind her back.

Hedviga was surprised at how strong of a grip her mother had. Even though she was just holding Hedvigas wrists with one hand, there was no chance in hell that Hedviga would be able to pull loose!

Suddenly Hedviga felt it! Something smooth and hard was pressing at her slit from behind! She tried to squirm, but her movements were very restricted by the weight of her mother on her thighs, the hard thing was slowly pressing its way in between her swollen pussy lips. Hedvigas newfound wetness made it so that there was no resistance on its way to her little opening.

-”This is what it’s like to be taken from behind…”, she could hear her mother say in a deeper voice than usual.

The scary, but so arousing feeling from before was there again. Something hard pressing its way into Hedvigas clenched hole!

But… this was bigger now! Rounder! It must be that bigger stick, with the bulb on top! Hedviga thought to herself. Now she did get a little scared.

When she had held it in her hands earlier it seemed very big! Especially compared to the smaller wood she’d now gotten used to!

-”Uh…isn’t it too big…?”, Hedviga begged in a worried whimper.

-”Oh sweetie. That choice won’t be yours…”, Frida giggled… and then she pressed!

Hedviga saw stars before her eyes as the stiff ball-shaped wood piece was pressed into her soaked pussy from behind! The fact that she was lying there, hard pressed into the mattress and with no possibility to move or fend herself made it so much more intense!

The pleasure was immense! It felt as if her hips were widening on their own, as to accommodate the hard object ramming into her! Ecstasy was shooting up through her spine as her body betrayed her and moaned in pleasure!

It went deep… then retracted… only to again be pushed in deep! This was certainly much, much bigger than the first stick she’d had!

The top of it being wider pulled at her clenching hole everytime it was being pulled back, which gave the now lyrical Hedviga all sorts of new arousals!

Frida was picking up the pace! Inside Hedvigas clouded mind she did notice that her mother wasn’t pressing it into her with her hand this time!

Every time the stick moved into or out of her wet cave, her mothers hips followed along!

She must be holding the thing between her own thighs, as if it was a real cock!

Frida was pushing hard, and from the sounds she was making it was obviously very arousing to her also!

After pumping her daughter for a few minutes, the bed creaking and mattress making them bounce in unison, Frida changed her position.

She now put Hedvigas arms by her sides, still holding her wrists and pressing them hard into the bed. Leaning forward so that Hedviga now got all of her mothers weight on her back the angle shifted. Hedvigas butt was tilted more upward and Fridas pushes made it even deeper into her now!

Hedvigas was feeling faint again! Every deep push that made Fridas firm thighs slap against her ass sent a jolt of delight straight up to Hedvigas brain. Even if she had wanted to, Hedviga wouldn’t have been able to make any kind of coherent sentence…

-”Uhh! Oh! Ah..! Mom.. more! Deeper! Uhh!”, awas all that came out of her mouth as she felt the tide rising fast!

And like the first time – with no warning, no possibility to control the outcome Hedviga came hard! Tears were coming from her eyes and she felt that she was drooling again!

Hedvigas body spasmed and only guttural moans came from her lungs… it was unbearable!

-”Ahh.. mom… please… uuhh… stop!”, Hedviga managed to say under her heavy breathing.

-”This is lesson number two dear. The raiders don’t stop when YOU want them to…”, Frida said and continued pounding the rod into Hedvigas swollen pussy!

-”But.. please… ahhh..”, Hedvigas tried, but that was all she could muster. Now her body was totally preoccupied with being roughly ravaged by the wood raider that was mercilessly pressing deep in and out of her!

Hedvigas head was in a daze! It was impossible to withstand all the pleasures that spun around in her body at once, but also impossible to do anything about it! Her mother was leaning heavily on top of her. Hedviga could feel her big breasts slapping down on her back with every push and Frida was even picking up the pace.

It was impossible for Hedviga to estimate the time that had passed. She felt as if she was in some other dimension and having things done to her that she had no control over! Her pussy was betraying her again and just trying to open wider and wider to let the next push go as deep as it possibly could! She could feel her juices splashing onto her butt and inner thighs. She was truly with the gods now!

Suddenly, her mother gave a hard push and cramped up! She felt her mother trembling inside of her and with a huge exhale she laid down heavily on top of Hedviga!

The wooden member, deeply embedded in her oozing slit!

Frida’s thighs relaxed and let go of some of its pressure that was forcing Hedvigas legs wide open. They just laid there for a while, trying to calm their breathing.

Hedviga felt great pleasure still, although her pussy felt numb, she could still feel the sensation of the large hardness in her, forcing her hole to stay expanded.

She enjoyed the feeling of being impaled and not having a say about it. It felt like she was made for this sensation. It felt very erotic to her somehow.

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Finally her mother rolled off of Hedviga. As she did, the wooden pole slipped out also! As it did, her hole tried to grasp after it, as to hold it in… but in its weakened and exhausted state it was powerless to do so. Being expanded so much for such a time, it took a while for it to close up even a little.

As her mother jostled in bed, positioning herself to cuddle Hedviga, she could see that Frida had stuck the midsized stick into her linens she had wrapped around her nethers. So it looked like a real erect cock coming out between her legs.

Frida had scooted herself up a bit on the bed and pulled Hedviga close to her, Hedvigas cheek against her warm, large breast.

Hedvigas mouth was so close to Fridas engorged nipple that her lips grazed it.

Frida let out a startled sound of pleasure, Hedviga instinctively wrapped her lips around it and sucked it in!

Frida moaned in pleasure and pressed Hedvigas head harder into her breast!

Hedviga hadn’t done this since she was little, but… for some reason, now it felt so right! And from her mothers reaction, she enjoyed it also! That was no surprise if her mothers breasts were as sensitive to the touch as Hedvigas own of course. And seeing as to how large they were, there was a much larger sensitive area for her to feel!

-”Yes. You deserve that my love. Suck all you want… you have done so well tonight.”, Frida finally said softly.

It was a very weird and sensual feeling for Hedviga. Having her mothers hard and sensitive nipple stuffed in her mouth, playing with it with her tongue and sucking it in and out of her slightly drooling mouth.

Frida wasn’t able to keep still from the pleasure she was given. When Hedviga pulled her leg up to be able to get even closer to her mothers body, her upper thigh came in between Fridas slippery wet thighs and bumped against the hard wooden thing she had wedged in there.

Frida let out an abrupt and loud groan and her body tensed up. Hedviga nudged at the base of the wooden stick again and Frida responded in pleasure.

Hedviga pushed her leg up again, her mother moaned again and pressed Hedvigas head deep into her massive breast. It was almost hard for Hedviga to breathe, but the sensual tension she felt from her mothers satisfied sounds was amazing. All the pleasure her mother had given to her, she could now give back!

While having her mothers hard nipple wedged into her mouth, Hedviga started to rhythmically move her leg against the base of the wooden piece between Fridas wet thighs.

Frida was breathing heavily and it was clear that she was in a huge state of arousal from this. Hedviga could feel herself also being immensely excited by it.

Now the power and control was with her.

Well, her mother had Hedvigas head in a tight grip and clamping her legs together over Hedviga in a futile attempt to resist it from pushing at the wooden poker in her. So Hedviga was well stuck in place, but the feeling of her mothers nipple in her mouth and the gushing wetness between their entangled legs was so very, very hot!

Hedviga found a pace. She sucked the nipple into her mouth at the same time as she pushed her leg upward, again and again and again…

Soon she could feel her mother cramp up! And she tried to muffle her wail as she came. She rolled over and laid herself on top of Hedviga, just trembling and trying to breathe!

Finally Frida leaned herself up and pulled her heavy breast away from Hedvigas mouth with a faint ‘plopp’.

-”Oh my dear…”, she said and looked down at her cute daughter. -”That was more than I could’ve hoped for… We’ll continue these preparations in the morning.But now I think we both need some sleep.”

Frida laid herself beside Hedviga and pulled some of the furs over them. They instantly fell asleep in a warm and wet embrace.

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The next morning Hedviga woke up, entangled with her mother. The skin between them was still warm and moist.

Hedviga could feel a deep surge of horniness. She could feel that her slit was oozing with her womanly liquids. Frida was still sleeping, so Hedviga carefully snuck her hand down between her mothers sturdy thighs. As her fingers slipped down through the wet folds of mothers pussy, Frida let out a slow moan and spread her legs a little instinctively in her sleep. Hedviga could feel that the thick wooden thing was still embedded into her mothers meaty folds. Hedviga couldn’t help but push gently on the base of it.

Frida moaned again and turned her upper body a little, this placed her large, stiff nipple right in front of Hedvigas face. Hedviga adjusted the linens her mother had wrapped around her nethers and got her fingers inside of the textile, she could feel that everything down there was soaking wet and slippery.

In the pale morning light it looked so sensual and suckable. Hedviga couldn’t resist. The arousing feelings from last night all came back to her. She slowly stuck her tongue out and planted her lips around her mothers nipple.

Frida inhaled and put her hand on the back of Hedvigas head, pressing her into her huge, soft breast.

Hedviga took it as the invite she’d wanted and tried to mimic her rhythm from the night. She sucked on the breasts and pushed on the wooden thing in tandem.

Very soon her mother was breathing heavily and pressing down hard on the back of Hedvigas head. She had to fight to get air through her nostrils that only once in a while were exposed to the air around the boobflesh her face was planted into.

Hedvigas thumb brushed against her mothers swollen clitoris and that sent a shock wave through Fridas body.

Hedviga quickly wove that into the rhythmic routine she had going on with her sleeping mother. She sucked the nipple, pushed the wooden rod and thumbed the clit. Faster and faster…

Her mothers chest was heaving heavily now, Hedviga had trouble staying attached to her nipple. It was like holding on to a small boat on a wavy ocean!

Suddenly Frida tensed up, and woke up to an awesome morning orgasm!

While still trembling and blinking with her newly opened eyes, she said:

-”Oh honey?! What…?! Wow!”

Hedviga let her mother loose from her mouth and fingers, Frida was still catching her breath…

-”My sweet dear… I should be the one doing this to YOU! You’re the one that needs the practice, not me!”, she giggled in the most girlish voice Hedviga had ever heard her mother use.

Fridas cheeks were red and the pleasuring had done nothing to thwart the moistness between their bodies under those furs.

Eventually Frida got up, corrected her linen wrap that kept the large wood inside of her soaking wet slit and went over to get the fire going.

Hedviga was still lying in the bed, trying to take in all the extreme arousals she’d been dealt during the evening and the night, when her mother came back with a warm wet cloth and swabbed her down. She also cleaned herself up before they both got dressed and made some food together.

Hedvigas mind often wandered and she found herself often staring at her mothers groin and butt, depending on which was facing her at the moment.

It was amazing and thrilling to think that her mother moved around freely whilst impaled on such a big thing! And everytime she thought about it, she herself got more and more aroused.

During the next few days, Hedvigas mother ‘trained’ her several times a day and at least twice a night. Still only using the mid-sized wooden dildo.

After a few days Hedviga could even keep it inside of her all night and most of the day.

It felt weird but very arousing to walk around with such a thing inside of her most secret folds!

Hedvigas whole body was constantly tingling and very sensitive. Her mother often only needed to put a hand between Hedvigas legs and give the stiff thing a push to make her cum!

Frida had also explained that when the raiders come, she must wear a wide belt. She showed it to Hedviga. It was a broad and sturdy leather belt, more like a girdle or a corset almost. Thick light brown leather with several straps all around it, like handles.

Frida explained that this was very practical… because when the raiders come, they WILL grab you and toss you around alot. And if they have no belt to grab onto, they will grab your clothes and they will of course rip. So this was a much better solution.

Frida strapped it on around Hedvigas waist. It was very tight but it felt sturdy. Hedviga thought she got a very proud posture from it! It of course also accentuated her large bust and made her hips look even wider compared to the slimmed waist!

In the nights they always cuddled and Hedviga made Frida cum also a few times. She often woke up with her mothers massive breast in her mouth. It was like some kind of sensual paradise. Mother and daughter grew very close.

Almost a week had passed. A week of constant horniness and more orgasms than one could count. Hedviga and her mother Frida mostly kept to themselves, as did all the other women in the village. They were going through the same kinds of preparations that Hedviga and her mother were. There was a tense anticipation in the air.

So they only saw the others here and there, while getting water from the river or when collecting wood for the fire.

One day, early forenoon, they could hear a yell from down at the docks.

Both Hedviga and her mother stiffened up and their ears went on alert.

It was one of the village women running up from the shore line yelling.

-”Raiders are here! Raiders are coming!”

Hedviga froze! She didn’t know what to do now! For so many days she’d been preparing for this day, but it was still all so unreal to her! Reality was dawning on her!

But Frida seemed to know exactly what to do!

-”Come here!”, she said to Hedviga and pulled her by the arm to their bedroom. She quickly pulled up her skirts and unwrapped Hedvigas groin from the linen cloths she had there to keep the smooth wooden thing inside of her. Without warning she yanked it out!

Hedviga could feel her heart starting to race!

-”Turn around!”, Frida ordered her daughter and then quickly fastned the wide leather belt around Hedvigas waist! She pulled it very tight and Hedviga had to hold on to the bedpost to stabilize herself from mothers rough tugging at the belt straps!

The tight belt tugged at the fabric of her dress that was now tightly stretched over her sensitive breasts! This, and the excited noises from the houses around them really got her juices flowing!

Frida also undid her own linen cloths and with some trouble pulled out the huge wooden stick she had been walking around with!

Hedviga just stared… its size was amazing, and now it was glistening with her mothers juices covering it.

Frida gathered their wooden sticks and hid them in a bag under the pillows of the bed and then strapped on her own leather belt with handles. Hedviga had to help her with the straps on the backside. She could notice that her mother was flustered and in a hurry!

As soon as Hedviga had fastened the last strap Frida took her by the arm and hastily led her up to the attic room where she had first tried the wood in herself. Up the narrow wooden staircase, her mother pushed her from beneath to make her climb faster.

Hedviga could feel her juices running and how her slippery inner thighs were rubbing against each other with every step.

The small attic room had two beds across from each other with straw mattresses and two heavy, grey woolen blankets on each.

Frida lifted the blanket on the left bed and told Hedviga to hide under it!

-”…and don’t reveal yourself until I call your name!”, she said in a hissing voice which made it sound very important and not to be discussed!

-”But mother…?”, Hedviga started as she crept in under the blanket.

-”I’ll take the first blows… then I might call on you!”, Frida said and then pulled the blanket over Hedvigas head. All was dark and she heard her mother quickly rushing down the stairs to the main hall.

The shouts of warning from other women outside had subsided and only the odd door or hatch slamming shut could be heard above the sound of the breeze outside.

So many thoughts were racing through Hedvigas mind now. What was happening? Weren’t they all supposed to be ravished by the raiders? Why did her mother hide her? Why is it so silent?

Maybe it was a false alarm?

All the while she was getting more and more aroused. From the textile straining against her swelling breasts, from the wetness she felt in her slit and on her thighs… from the anticipation of the silence! She noticed how she felt ‘empty’ down between her legs. For several days now her body had gotten accustomed to being filled by a stiff thing, and now that it suddenly was gone, there was something missing from her…

After some time she could detect new sounds from outside. Voices down by the shore. Oars slamming against the wooden deck and the sounds of movement down by where the boats were probably landing! Hedvigas heart started pounding harder!

Then she heard the door of the main hallway slam shut and her mothers steps running towards the stairs up to the attic!

A loud bang made it clear that the door of the main hall was brutally kicked open and now she heard quick steps coming up the stairs. Hedviga didn’t dare to peek out from under her cover, but she heard the door to the little attic room slam shut and her mothers voice whispered, -”Stay hidden until I call you! They’re coming!”

Heavy stomps could be heard now from the staircase. And with a ‘thump’ the door to the attic room was forcefully opened!

Hedviga could hear a deep laugh from the doorway, and a gasp from the other bed where her mother was probably sitting! The heavy steps made their way to Frida and an unsettling growl was heard. She again could hear her mother gasp and some clothes ripping!

Heviga was afraid, but still too curious! It was even more scary to NOT see what was happening and only hearing the sounds.

She carefully moved her hand towards the edge of the woolen blanket covering her and lifted her fingers a little so she got a small opening to peek through!

She couldn’t see the whole of the man, only half his back turned to her. But she could see her mother clearly! The raider had ripped open the front of her dress up top, revealing her mothers massive breasts that were heaving from her heavy and rapid breathing. The burly raider had her mothers hair in a grip on the back of her head and was using his other hand to explore Fridas huge mounds of flesh!

Her mothers eyes were closed and her mouth half open. It looked like she was playing it as if she was not condoning his groping, but her hands were not at all active in stopping him. One was just hangin by her side and the other was holding on to his arm, but not pushing it away!

The raider said something that Hedviga didn’t understand as he unveiled the front of Fridas dress, exposing her honey pot! Hedviga could see that her mother was very wet. Her thighs were all shiny already… which also stirred something in between Hedvigas slippery thighs.

The raider, who was a large man, dark beard, long hair and heavy set, unstrapped something under his belt and as a leather flap fell aside his member came into view!

It was very big! Almost the size of the one that Frida had been wearing inside of her for the last week! Now it became clear to Hedviga why the preparations were so important! Without preparation, that thing would split a woman in half!

The raider threw her mother down on the bed and climbed in over her with a satisfied snigger! Mothers legs fell open suspiciously easily as he tugged on her belt to align himself closer to her slit!

As he was holding Frida down with one hand on her belt, the other was trying to aim his huge cock in between her slippery thighs Hedviga caught her mothers eye!

Frida looked angrily at her and gestured with one hand for Hedviga to go back to hiding!

But Hedviga couldn’t look away, this was all too fascinating and exciting!

Her mother soon got other things to think about as it seemed that the raider had lined up against her soaked hole and now pushed in! Hedvigas head flew back deep into the blanket and hay below her and her chest arched upward! Her huge tits quaked as the raider pressed himself all the way to the hilt into her with a growling moan!

Hedviga could see her mothers hand gripping hard on the blankets and the raider starting the rough in-and out-motion. One hand playing with her mothers nipples and the other with a firm grip on her belt. Although Frida was a tall and curvy woman, he was at least twice the size of her and with every thrust she saw he mothers hips pressed down deep into the bed!

Fridas head was flailing back and forth and sometimes she would make a feeble attempt to push against the raiders arm, but seconds later she just held a grip on it instead! She must be enjoying it, Hedviga thought.

Hedviga herself was gushing, she had to force herself not to move a hand down between her own legs to not be detected. Because, even though her mother seemed to be enjoying being ravished immensely it was a bit scary to see. The brute force and the heavy pumping that she was having done to her was surely not easy to endure!

She heard her mother getting closer and closer to a climax and when she came – the squealing… Hedviga had now learned what her mother sounded like when she came, but now it was more guttural. Probably she was trying to hide her screams of pleasure and make them sound like screams of protest.

No matter what mother did, the heavily built raider just kept on pumping into her with relentless force! The rhythmic slapping of skin against wet skin filled the room.

Suddenly Hedviga could hear someone coming up the stairs again! She quickly withdrew her hand from the edge of the blanket that had provided her with an opening to watch through and held her breath!

It sounded like another one of the raiders. He barked something in another language to the raider that was still pounding heavily into her mother!

The new raider seemed interested in the fair skinned, busty amazon that his buddy was enjoying and knelt down beside the bed. They spoke some words and Hedviga thought it sounded like they both had their attention on her ravished mother, so she dared to open the blanket a little, to see what was happening.

She saw a new, large man, bearded and with a long dark braid on the back of his head, knelt down by the bed and fondling her mothers large bouncing breasts. By the look on Fridas face, she was away in some other world… mouth wide open and eyes closed!

The new raider said more things to the first one and it seemed that he agreed to something. With some grunts and groans he grabbed Fridas belt with both hands and started to get out of bed, Frida still impaled on his huge cock! Her mother looked only half conscious and her body was limp from the huge orgasm that she’d gone through without any pause in the pounding. She was probably crashing between waves of smaller orgasms now. She wrapped her arms meekly around the raider’s neck to try to lift herself up off his rock hard dick, but in her weakened state it only looked like she hugged him as he stood up.

That was an incredible sight to see from Hedvigas vantage point under the blanket. The first raider was now standing with his back to the bed he’d just been thumping her mother to oblivion, Frida had her arms around his neck and he was holding on to her belt. Both her mothers legs were hanging down, and just under the crack of her ass Hedviga could see the hefty raiders’ ballsack. Wetness was dripping off it and off Fridas ass cheeks. Her feet didn’t reach the floor and she was just hanging, impaled on his hard, huge rod.

The other raider now gave the one with her mother hanging on him a push and he sat down hard on the bed, sinking even deeper into Frida’s sopping hole!

Frida let out a massive groan of lust! It almost didn’t sound human!

The raider impaling mother then fell back onto the bed with Frida on top of him.

This exposed her bum to the newly arrived one and he lined up behind her.

Letting his pants down, Hedviga could only see his hairy ass crack, half covered by his chain mail shirt hanging over it.

But, what was that?! From between his butt cheeks she could see something hanging down… it was sooo long!

The raider was stroking it and lifting it out of view from Hedviga, who was hardly blinking now.

Hedvigas mind was slowly putting two and two together and it seemed like her vagina realized it first! Her juices started gushing profusely as her mind also got the jist.

From where she was hiding she could see her mother perched on the very girthy flesh splitting her vaginal lips apart, but above that, very visible, was now her butt hole!

The second raider was going to enter her there!

Hedviga had to bite her lip to not make a sound as she watched the raider line up his now stiffened cock to her mothers back door.

Slowly and with some grunting he forced it in… mothers butt and thighs were all soaking wet from the first round she had gotten, so it was probably what was helping the man to slide in. But Hedviga could tell that it wasn’t all smooth sailing.

Also Fridas loud moans and groans were evidence that it was taxing on her!

After much pushing and shoving he had managed to get a lot of his rigid member into her tight hole and the two raiders started pumping their poles in and out of her!

Hedviga could now only see her mothers two filled holes between the legs of the second raider standing up behind her and her mothers legs sticking out to the sides! Her knees were bent and the soles of her feet facing upward… her legs bounced in rhythm with the pushes she got rammed with, her toes were curled! All that could be heard through the raiders grunting was Fridas own pleasure ridden grunts that indicated that she was hardly in control of her body anymore!

Suddenly the door to the small attic room, now steaming with wet warmth, flew open again!

-”Hedvigahah, ah, ah, uh…!”, she heard her mother cry out under strained breath.

Hedviga didn’t think, but threw the blanket off of herself, revealing herself to the young raider at the door! He was very tall. He had to crouch his back to not hit his head on the ceiling.

He was much better looking than the two hounds that were pounding her mothers two entrances at the moment.

Light brown hair curled over his broad shoulders and slender build and his face only had whiskers of a beard. He was clad in leather scale armor that went down to his knees and some kind of furry skin draped over his shoulders, which only made him look even bigger.

Their eyes met and they stared at each other for a few seconds…

Until the large ragged man saveging her mothers bumhole gnarled something at him and pointed to Hedviga on the other bed.

Hedviga drew her knees up to her ample chest and slid herself back towards the beds headboard, away from the young raider.

He lunged forward and grabbed her ankle! Although he looked much lighter than the other two men, his grip was surprisingly strong.

Instinctively Hedviga tried to kick her leg free. But to no avail. All that this did was to let her skirts fly up and show more of her legs!

The man pounding away in Fridas ass laughed and said something, probably something spiteful, judging on the young raiders face.

Chuffed by the ridicule, he donned a more determined look, he snatched a hold of Hedvigas other ankle and pulled her down so she was now flat on her back on the bed!

As he let one leg go, to loosen his belt, Hedviga managed to kick him in the chest.

At once she got fearful at what she’d done! And stopped squirming, ready for his retaliation.

When the young raider saw her wide, fearful eyes he just smiled and continued to undo his belt. It fell to the floor and in one swoop he pulled the leather armor over his head and let it also fall.

Even without his hefty armor on, he was still a big guy. One hand still holding on to Hedvigas leg, with the other he took a grip on her belt and pulled her to him, their groins almost touching now.

He was sitting on his knees with Hedvigas butt laid on his muscular thighs as he spread her skirts apart. Even over her large breasts, Hedviga could see her glistening mound bare itself in front of him.

She felt very embarrassed now! Her body had betrayed her and he could surely see her wet and wanting slit down in front of him!

He smiled and lifted his tunic. His impressive member flopped down heavily on her wet mound! The feeling of his warm skin against her even hotter folds sent flashes through Hedvigas body! This was the real thing now! This was not some inanimate piece of wood anymore!

Hedviga was as terrified as she was aroused.

Now with both hands gripping the leather looped handles on her belt he held her groin firmly to his own and started sliding his cock over her slit and mound. To her amazement she could literally see it grown, both in length and girth while getting more and more slippery from her juices.

The background noises of her mother still getting thoroughly pounded by the two older raiders felt far away. The blood rushing through Hedvigas body took over and she could only stare at the young man’s growing member in awe and anticipation! It looked to be at least the size of the stiff wood she’d had inserted in her the last few days.

He leaned forward, which put much more pressure on Hedvigas clit and pussy, practically squishing more juices out of her swollen cunt.

He pulled her cleavage aside and exposed both of her large breasts. Hedviga dared only to watch as her nipples gave away how horny she was.

The size of them obviously piqued his interest and as he laid his hand on her right breast, it all let go inside of Hedviga! Her legs started shaking uncontrollably and she felt herself squirting her womanly juices all over the underside of his thick dick and balls!

Things got blurry and she had no idea of what sound she made. Probably not as well masked of a moan as her mother managed to let out as she came earlier.

Seconds felt like minutes. A huge wave of ecstasy landed densely on her and she was only pulled back to reality when she realized the young raider was shoving his very hard cock into her hole with a sloshing sound! He held her firmly in the belt, pressing her deeply onto his manpole and was roughly massaging her breasts with the other!

Every thrust sent a shock wave through Hedvigas body. She felt something building inside of her, something unstoppable!

Then, again – the tidal wave of ecstasy crashed down on her! Her back arched, she felt the upper parts of her tits against her chin and her legs were just stiff and straight out to the sides, as to allow the man to press himself as deeply into her as possible!

He did, and also tensed up! Hedviga couldn’t see anything clearly, but she felt him keeling over on top of her and his rock hard dick twitching and pulsating wildly inside of her silky cave! He finally stilled, laying heavily on top of her and just panting.

Hedviga felt herself also panting, partly because of the weight bearing down on her body and also because of the incredible orgasms she’d just been forced through by this total stranger!

As her mind got clearer, she could feel him softening inside of her, but he was still lying on top of her, deeply embedded between her spread legs.

The sounds from the other bed had diminished and the raider that had been invading her mothers backside was standing up and pulling up his pants. Hedviga caught a glimpse of his very long dick, all covered in shiny fluids before he put it away.

He leaned down over Hedviga and her young raider, patted him on the back and said something with a smile. Then he turned to his other buddy, who was still lying on the opposite bed with Frida on top, impaled on his pulsating cock.

Hedviga could see streams of both manly and womanly juices running slowly from her holes.

Her mothers thighs were trembling and it seemed like she was too spent to even raise herself.

Eventually the man pushed Frida off of him and his massive cock slid out of her well hammered vagina. Wearily he stood up and pulled at the young raider weighing Hedviga down on the bed.

The young raider slowly raised himself and leaned back into the sitting position he’d started off with, he could probably still feel the walls of Hedvigas slippery folds practically milking his now softer member. Hedviga felt a sting of shame, for her body giving her away like that. But at the same time, she didn’t ever want to let go of him… it felt so good to be filled and pumped like that! She could’ve never imagined…

The young man finally lifted Hedvigas hips off his lap and slid out. It was all in a daze, but Hedviga could make out that they took their things and left the small attic room. She could hear their voices down there as they left and went out to the great hall, rummaging around amongst pots and crates.

When her head stopped spinning she sat up on weak arms and looked over at her mother.

She was lying across the other bed like a rag doll, legs, wide apart, juices oozing out of both her holes and breasts out in the open. Her chest was rising and falling slowly.

Hedviga made it over to her mothers bed on wobbly legs. She could feel a lot of fluids running down her inner thighs and dripping out on the floorboards.

-”Mother? How are you…?”, she whispered in a worried voice.

Frida just gave her a tired smile and caressed her hair that was now in a very wild and frizzy state.

-”So my dear, how was it?”, she whispered and gave Hedviga a loving look.

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They stayed quietly in the attic room, together under a blanket, until the raiders downstairs finally left and made their way back to the boats.

To be honest, they didn’t mind staying still and quiet… they were so worn out and fatigued that they probably couldn’t have done anything else anyway.

When the raiders’ ships could no longer be seen on the water, Hedviga and her mother made their way outside. The village started stirring.

Women were coming out from all kinds of places. Their maid appeared from within a haystack in the little animal shelter. She had straws of hay hanging from her everywhere, but a big, blushing smile on her face.

Their neighbour Karla came out from her home. Her hair in tangles and bare breasted. Her boobs were glistening and dripping with manly discharges.

All the women of the village slowly made their way down to the waterfront and proceeded to get undressed and bathe in the cool waters of the fjord.

The water was refreshing and the tolling ordeals imposed on them for the last few hours washed away with the water..

Women and girls were instead giggling and swapping stories about how they were ravished, by how many, in what bodily openings etc.

As they were collecting their soggy and ripped clothes off the beach one woman said that she’d heard a rumour about another fleet, only a day from here that was twice as big as this one.

-”Raider season has only just started!”, she said with a happy grin.

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This is the first chapter depicting the transformation of a straight professional woman into a submissive lesbian pet, driven by lust and a desire to please her mistress at all cost. There are elements of reluctance that ultimately lead to complete submission. If you choose to continue, please enjoy.

Margaret (Maggie) Turner was a strong willed, feisty professional woman. The youngest high school principal in the know history of the Arkansas Public School System at the age of 27 or so she was told. She was a home-grown resident of little rock and truly had no desire to live anywhere else. Her family was close, and her career was on the fast track. And now at the age of 33 she was on the short list of candidates for the role of superintendent.

She would be responsible for five high schools, seven middle schools and over twenty elementary schools. She labored long and hard to get to this spot. A dedicated teacher, in fact she always taught at least on class per semester even as an administrator. First and foremost, she loved teaching and making a difference in the lives of young people. She attributed her success as a principle and hopefully soon to be Superintendent of Schools, to the fact she maintains a connection to the students and their point of view.

Maggie met her husband on the campus in Fayetteville. Sam was a diehard Razorback Football fan and made the trek to every home game with his frat buddies. Maggie enjoyed it but never would be considered a diehard fan of anything. Her mind was almost always focused on bigger more important things. Sam was a successful salesman of high-end motor homes. He had been a top one hundred salesmen nationally for eight straight years.

They met in college, although Sam discovered the world of RV sales in his sophomore year and by the end of his junior year, was making more money than the average business grad and did not see the point in incurring more debt when he could focus full time and make even more immediately.

Maggie was not happy with that decision, but he has out earned her ever since. She could not honestly say he made the wrong decision, but she has always harbored a hint of resentment for his shortcut to success. In moments of honesty, she would even say part of the decision to put off having kids was due to her fear, they would follow in his footsteps and forgo college for the fast track and though Sam was an exception, he was not the rule. College was the path of most likely success.

In fact, tonight She and Sam were having dinner with a former student that was a perfect example and she looked forward to Sam meeting Taisha. She was a strong willed, tough, sometimes troubled student in high school. But she had a confidence level and determination that could be unrelenting. She overcame the many obstacles that were put before her, managed to get accepted to college and had just completed her Master of Special Education at Howard in Washington D.C.

Maggie had maintained contact with her from time to time, offering advice and encouragement when needed. She had just come off a semester abroad in Nigeria. Unfortunately, she finished after all the positions were filled for newly started school year. So, there would be no opportunities for her, other than possibly subbing this year.

It was a truly impressive path she followed. Growing up in the Geyer Springs area was tough to begin with. She had a single mom and two brothers who both had run ins with drugs and gangs. She herself had some issues with fighting and disruptive behavior in school but managed to keep from crossing the line to expulsion or criminal charges.

Maggie invited her to dinner when she found out she was back, to reconnect and encourage her to be added to the substitute list until a more permanent opportunity would arrive. Someone of her background and subsequent success would be a great addition to her team and would have a unique ability to reach some of the high-risk student in Little Rock.

She arrived wearing a bright colored halter dress with a distinctive African look. It was primarily orange with patterns of bright blue, yellow, green and red throughout. The color was so bold and vibrant it was nearly blinding.

The color was in sharp contrast to her dark lustrous skin. Her shoulders and arms were a flawless ebony shade with a dainty silver bracelet on each wrist. The halter top cut low revealing the gap between her ample breasts. Her smile was bright white, and her teeth were perfect. Apparently, she had braces while in college as she had an overbite in high school and her lower teeth were crooked back then as well.

Maggie was instantly jealous of her skin. She wondered if she applied some sort of cream to make it shimmer like that. She wore large oversized silver hoop ear rings that dangled about an inch off her shoulder. Her hair was long, straight and pulled tight into a pony tail. Her lips were dark pink and appeared to be her natural color with lip gloss. Her nose was wide rounded and perfectly symmetrical, and her eye were deep brown and almost black, in sharp contrast to her pure white sclera.

Below her breast the dress hugged her slender abdomen with rolled wraps of the cloth from the dress. Below that the pleated dress flared out from her waist down to just above ankle length. The bright colors and saw-toothed triangle and square patterns reminded Maggie of some western native American designs only brighter.

Maggie greeted her with a hug almost instantly. “Taisha, it’s so good to see you. I love that outfit. It so fits your personality.”

“Thank you so much for inviting me Ms. Turner. I just can’t thank you enough for all you’ve done for me.” Replied Taisha, hugging her firmly and not letting go.

Maggie felt a little uncomfortable but grateful for the affection. Taisha and Maggie had butted heads on more than one occasion over the years.

“Taisha, this is my husband Sam. Sam, Taisha.” Maggie stepped back to let them greet one another.

Maggie nearly laughed out loud when Sam, not known for hugging, gave the beautiful young lady a bear hug. “Pleasure to meet you Taisha, Maggie’s told me so much about you. I can’t wait to hear about Nigeria.”

Taisha smiled with grace and returned the hug.

“Come in and have a seat. Dinner should be ready in about 20 minutes. Would you like some wine. We have chardonnay or rosé. We’re having baked chicken breast for dinner.” Said Maggie leading her to the living room.

“I’ll have some chardonnay please.” She replied walking toward the sofa.

Maggie understood the wraps on the dress as soon as Taisha walked in front of her. The halter top consisted of very long sheets of fabric that were rolled into one-inch diameter straps that hugged her neck wrapped each other twice between her shoulder blades, before spreading out and down around her sides and across her abdomen. Then they wrapped around her back and tied in a bow at her lower back. She could not help but notice Sam’s eyes light up at the sight of Taisha’s exposed back. And of course, flawless skin.

Her hair hung in a pony tail two thirds of the way down her back, banded every 2-3 inches in orange scrunchies. Sam thought she looked like an African queen. He was visibly flustered by her beauty. When she sat down a slit on the left side of the dress revealed a view of her leg from ankle to mid-thigh. It was toned and shapely and like the rest of her, flawless, perfectly smooth and lustrous.

They listened to her stories of her spring and summer abroad teaching English to underprivileged children in Nigeria. “What I was most amazed by is they have so little, but they have such bright spirits and high hopes. Sometimes we in America don’t understand that satisfaction comes in many forms and happiness is ultimately just a state of mind.” She smiled and held out her glass. “To happiness and satisfaction in the little things.”

“So true.” Replied Maggie, touching glasses. “I think dinner is ready.”

As dinner began, Taisha tried the chicken. “Delicious Ms. Turner. You’ll have to share the recipe.”

“Gladly, but please call me Maggie.”

“I’ll try, but that just doesn’t seem right. You’re my mentor and my inspiration in so many ways.” She said sincerely. “I would never have made it this far without your influence Ms. Turner.”

“You got yourself here Taisha. Don’t sell yourself short…”

“No, it’s true. Without your firm hand when needed I would have made some very poor choices. Don’t sell yourself short. You make a difference in so many lives and that’s why we love you so much.” She stared into Maggie’s eyes.

Maggie was speechless, and Sam tried to break the silence with an attempt of humor.

“Easy Taisha, we don’t want her head to get too big.” He smiled.

She turned quickly to Sam. “I’m Serious! Don’t you sell her short either. This woman saved my life!”

Sam looked down afraid to talk as Taisha looked back to Maggie. “You really did, Ms. Turner. I was runnin’ with the wrong crowd. Smokin’ weed and drinkin’. You made me stop and think. I could be livin’ in the projects with three or four kids right now. Trust me, most of my friends are there. You made me feel like I could do better and make a difference. Thank you.”

Maggie teared up and fought to hold back a full out blubbering cry. Taisha got up also teary eyed and bent down, hugging her neck firmly cheek to cheek. “I love you Ms. Turner.”

They hugged and cried, and Sam redeemed himself. “Damn now I’m cryin’ too.” He said sniffling.

Taisha held the hug and whispered in Maggie’s ear. “Damn, you still smell wonderful too.”

She broke the hug and sat back down wiping her eyes. “Sorry, I told myself I wasn’t gonna do that.”

Maggie dried her eyes. ‘Well now that you made me out to be a saint, let me tell you one of the selfish reasons I asked you here tonight.”

“OK,” said Taisha skeptically.

“I’m not sure of your job situation at the moment. Do you have something lined up yet?”

“No, frankly I was so busy in Nigeria I didn’t have the time to look in earnest. I sent a few resumes this week but nothing yet. Do you have something in mind?” She asked hopefully.

“Unfortunately, all the full time slots are filled. But I hoped I could add you to the substitute list and get you some part time work until something opens up. Where are you staying right now?”

Taisha looked a bit disappointed. “I’m staying with my Bibi. Grandma.” she clarified. “But she’s on social security and really can’t afford a free loader.”

“I hope you’ll listen to a proposal I have for you.” Said Maggie. “We have a fully loaded motor coach with two slide outs in back. You are welcome to stay there for free…”

“I can’t do that Ms. Turner. Where’s the selfish part you were talkin about?” She looked at Maggie exasperated.

“As I was saying, you can stay for free under the caveat that you put yourself on the substitute list and give me the right of first refusal to match any full-time job offers you get.”

Taisha smiled. “My caveat… We agree on a fair rent and I pay you back for unpaid rent once I land a job. She turned to Sam. “And you’re OK with this?”

“Absolutely.” He replied, eyeing her dark glistening cleavage.

As they finished desert, Taisha perked up. I almost forgot. I got something for you from Nigeria. I’ll be right back.” She went to her car and brought in a small shopping bag.

She sat the bag on the table near Maggie. Maggie placed it in her lap and pulled out and gold colored ornate picture frame. The picture was a cartoon like painting of what stuck Maggie as an African queen standing on the water in a river. The colors were vibrant and bold.

The queen had a tiara of gold with and orb shaped crown topped with a point. Resembling the shape of a mosque dome. A “V” shaped gold band wrapped down over her forehead. She had gold wonder woman like cuffs on her wrists and forearms and one around her neck. Her hair was long and flowing down past her breasts.

She had a bright yellow wrap around sleeveless bikini like tube top with a matching full-length skirt that V’d in the front, exposing well below her belly button. The waist band of the skirt appeared to be a wide gold belt that followed the same V pattern in front.

She was a beautiful back skinned woman with toned abs and shapely hips. Her left hand was raised above her head to the left with her fingers spread and curved down. She appeared to be magically pulling several fingers of water up and wrapping around her. Her right hand was down and to the right, palm up and fingers spread helping pull the swirling water with her powers. Behind her was a waterfall as she stood on the water in the middle of the river.

“Fascinating.” Said Maggie. “Is this a significant cultural figure?”

“She is the Yoruba Goddess Oshun. She rules over the rivers and lakes that sustain life. She also rules over love, flirtation, sensuality, fertility, beauty and the arts. She dwells within the sweet or fresh waters and helps heal the sick and brings prosperity and fertility to the needy.” Said Taisha looking knowingly at Maggie.

Maggie had shared with her on a recent call that she and Sam had been trying to have a baby for about six months with no luck.

“Thank you so much. I have never heard of this before. Thanks for sharing the culture with us.” Said Maggie.

“There’s more in there.” Said Taisha, pointing.

Maggie pulled out a carving of an African woman, Kneeling with a basket in her lap. She was topless with her hair pulled back in a large pony tail pointing off to the left. On her back was a baby in a shoulder hanging wrap.

“The carving is a depiction of a follower of Oshun giving thanks for fertility.” Said Taisha.

“It’s beautiful. The detail is remarkable.” Said Maggie handing it to Sam.

“Impressive, thank you Taisha.” He smiled warmly. “Can I show you the RV? I sell them for a living.”

“I recall Ms. Turner telling me. You are tops in the nation, aren’t you?”

He grinned as they passed through the kitchen and into the back yard. Sam had set up the RV for full sales pitch mode. Almost the entire passenger side was a slide out which included two recliner theater chairs, the kitchen counter and appliances all the way back to the bedroom dresser and closet. The other side had a slide out for the sofa and dining counter. It was far nicer than any place Taisha had ever lived. The cabinets were deep cherry and the counter was beautiful marble with a corner sink.

Taisha held her hand to her chest. “Honey, this is too much I can’t possibly…”

“Taisha, it is just setting here. No one is using it and we don’t have any trips planned. It costs us nothing. This was my bonus for being the top salesman in the southeast last year. And believe it or not, I haven’t had to sleep in the dog house in years. We would love to have you as long as you can put up with us. Let me show you the bedroom.”

It had a king bed and Taisha was in awe. She had a twin bed her whole life and had no idea what she would do with a bed that big. Sam showed her the controls for adjusting the bed. He raised the head, the feet and even made it raise up at the knees.

“The only thing it doesn’t do is vibrate.” He joked standing awkwardly close cornering her in the bedroom.

“Well that’s good to know.” She looked at him awkwardly and slunk into the corner.

Sam stepped out and said. “Let me show you the bathroom.” He opened the door and Taisha looked in.

“Roomy.” She said amazed by the double sink vanity.

Sam opened the shower door. “Room for two.” He said not thinking how perverted that would sound. He had to admit he was smitten by her dark beauty and whatever perfume she was wearing was stirring.

Taisha was relieved to get out of the RV and head back to the house with Maggie. It was approaching 10PM and she needed to take Bibi to her doctor’s appointment in the morning.

“Thank you both so much for dinner, it was delicious. After seeing the RV, I really don’t think…”

“Taisha please. It is not an inconvenience. It would be wonderful to see someone using the RV for a change. I promise, if you’re not comfortable working for me I won’t be upset. I just want to help you get started. I was there not so long ago and got help form a friend of my mothers. It’s my chance to pay it forward.”

“Ms. Turner, I would be honored if it turned out I could work for you. That’s not it. I just don’t feel right taking advantage of your kind heart.” She said tearing up.

“Taisha, it would make me so happy to show you the same hospitality that was shown me when I was starting out. So, let’s call this settled and you can move in as soon as you want.” Said Maggie, hugging her tightly.

Taisha hugged her back-stroking Maggie’s back with her open hand as their cheeks touched. Maggie too noticed her distinctive perfume with possibly a hint of Jasmine. “I like your perfume, Taisha. What kind is it?”

“It’s Rogue.” She replied

“That’s apropos for your personality. You were a bit of a rogue back in high school.” Smiled Maggie.

“Still am Ms. Turner… Still am.” She smiled wickedly.

Maggie noticed Sam was mesmerized and grinned at the thought. But looking at Taisha, she understood why. She was beautiful, exotic and smart. Men would be lining up for her. That was part of the reason Maggie liked her so much. She did not take the easy predictable route. She chose education and independence, when so many from her neighborhood got distracted by drug, gangs or a boyfriend that derailed their lives and sent them into the spiral of poverty.

“OK we call the RV Rogue One and you’re good to go.” Smiled Sam.

“Easy Director Krennic.” Replied Taisha.

“Ouch and Holy Shit, you’re a Star Wars Geek?” Asked Sam.

“Absolutely.” Replied Taisha.

“Oh boy, don’t get him started or you’ll never get out of here.” Laughed Maggie. “So, you’ll think about the RV?”

“Yes, I will. Thank you for everything Ms. Tucker, Mr. Tucker. Dinner was delicious.” She hugged Maggie and whispered. “You’re my hero you know. I promise I will find a way to repay your kindness.”

Maggie whispered back. “So, you’ll stay in the RV?”

“Yes.” She hugged Maggie tight. “Thank you, Ms. Tucker.”

Maggie noticed her perfume and thought, she might have to get some for herself. “When would you like to move in Taisha?”

“How does Saturday sound. That gives me a few days to get Bibi settled.”

“That will be great Sam will be at a show in Memphis this weekend. I can help you get settled and we can have dinner when we’re done.” Smiled Maggie.

“Great, I’ll cook.” She said quickly.

“I meant I would cook…”

“You have done enough. Let me try to pay you back at least a fraction of what I owe you.” Said Taisha sincerely.

“Sweetheart, you don’t owe us anything. But sure, you can cook. Thank you.” Said Maggie graciously. “Another perk, the pool is all yours to use any time you like.

Sam stepped in and got another hug from Taisha and she left. That night Maggie got the benefit of Sam’s little crush. He went to bed feeling a little revved up and they had a rare two banger.

Sam had gone to the bedroom first while Maggie started the dish washer. Sam slept in his underwear and was climbing into bed as Maggie began to undress. She was in her bra and panties removing her earrings in front of her vanity mirror when Sam stepped up behind her and began to kiss her neck. She always had a sensitive neck and his kisses sent an immediate warm tingle to her pussy.

He unhooked her bra and gripped her breasts as his kisses to her neck continued. She tilted her head and closed her eyes loving the feel of his warm hands on her stiffening nipples. She opened her eyes and watched in the mirror as he excited her more with each kiss. She hadn’t really seen herself naked lately and smiled at the sight.

Her diet and exercise plan had paid off. She was in the best shape she had been in for a few years. She had never been out of shape, but she was definitely firmer and more toned than ever. She watched as his hand slid down her belly and into the front of her pink panties. He sighed as his finger found her wetness.

Maggie gasped, surprised how wet and wound up she was already. She felt Sam’s six-inch hot rod against her lower back and his balls against her ass. She reached around and felt his naked hip and slid back to grip his ass. She wondered how he got his undies off so fast. But she was glad he did.

His finger worked it’s magic as he continued kissing his neck. Maggie moaned with pleasure and pushed her panties down. His left hand caressed her breasts and his right had two fingers bending up and inside her soaked pussy. She needed his cock inside her but didn’t want his fingers to stop.

She bent forward trying to push the panties down without breaking contact with his fingers. He took his hand from her breast and pushed her panties down one side at a time but couldn’t quite reach. So, he pulled his fingers out, gripped them with both hand and slid them past her knees.

Maggie stepped out of them as he abruptly stood up straight, grabbed her boob and shoved his fingers back in a bit brutishly, sending a jolt of pain through her pussy. But when he moved them slowly in and out and returned to kissing her neck, the pain quickly subsided.

He moved to the other side of her neck and she tilted her head to encourage him. She spread her feet apart and Sam slid his stiff cockhead up and down her slit.

“Oh Sam, you are so hot and hard.” He pushed his head slowly in and out. “Oh, yes push it all in baby.” He did with a thump. “Yes!” She grunted, wanting it hard.

He pulled out slowly and thrust it back in hard picking up the pace. She loved the feel of his hot steel all the way in. She could not ever recall getting fucked at her vanity before. She gripped the chair and watched in the mirror as he pounded her faster and harder.

“Oh, Sam that feels so good… Aaaaahhh! She screeched as he slammed his cock home. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!” She grunted in time with his thrusts. She could feel an orgasm building as Sam’s face turned to the familiar, I’m cumming look.

She hoped for one more moment as her orgasm was building. She howled as it hit home in a loud high pitch. “Ooooohhhhh! Ooooohhhhh! Ooooohhhhh! Yeeeeessss Saaaammmmmm.”

She felt his cock throb and unload his hot cum inside her. Grunting in unison with her. His pace slowed but he kept sliding his length in and out as they panted and caught their breath. He slid out and moved to the bed and held back the covers.

“Be right there.” she said removing the second earring. He had distracted her before she could.

She ran into the bathroom and brushed her teeth thinking about how Taisha’s presence effected Sam. This may be an added benefit to helping her out. She recalled his reaction to her shapely exposed back. Not to mention her bare leg exposed through the slit in the dress.

She found herself still quite stimulated when she crawled into bed. She was hoping she might coax him into round two. She was pleasantly surprised when she slid into bed and found him at attention.

She gripped his boner and snuggled against him. “Well hello, what do we have here…”

She thrust her minty tongue into his mouth and he quickly rolled himself on top of her and kissed her long and slow. He moved to her neck and slid a hand between her legs. She heard him hum when his finger hit her hot wetness. She met is finger by pushing him all the way in and moaned her pleasure.

She was excited at the thought of him entering her as hard as he still was. He would definitely last longer for round two. She spread wide making him know she was ready. This time he slid in teasingly slow. He really knew how to tease her sometimes. He penetrated to the hilt and she groaned and gripped the back of his head. Sam continued kissing her neck ever so slowly sliding in and out. Maggie was ready and revved, so she rocked her hips trying to speed him up.

He got the message and began to rock his whole body up and down rhythmically pulling out to the head and rolling back in. She closed her eyes and gripped his head with one hand and his back with the other, relishing the feel of his heat moving in and out.

He was really rocking, and she could feel her excitement building along with his. He groaned and grunted, and she panted, “Uh huh, uh huh…”

Then he pressed his hips up and forward, to a position she called in her head, “high fucking” her. It was from more of an upward angle stimulating her clit more directly. Her volume increased “Uh huh! Uh huh! Uh huh!”

“You Like that Baby?” he asked breathing more urgently.

“Uh huh! Uh huh! Uh huh! Uh huh! Uh huh! Uh huh!” She gasped. “Cumming Sam! Aaaahhhhhh Yeeeesssssss! Yeeessssss! yes!”

He unloaded inside her again, right on cue. “Oh Babyyyyy!” He grunted wildly. “Uuuhh, uuuhhh, uuuuuuuuhhhhhhhh.”

He slowed his pace and kissed her neck gently and after a few moments slid out leaving her feeling empty. They snuggled together and he drifted off to sleep. She lay there thinking about the picture of Oshun, the Goddess of love and fertility and her well tone abs. I wish I knew her workout secrets she thought jokingly.

As she lay there she thought about Taisha and getting her started as a substitute. She decided she would call her in the morning and help her get things rolling. She really liked that dress. “Such a great young lady.” She thought as she drifted off.

The next morning Maggie didn’t get chance to take a breath until lunch time and saw Taisha in the office. She went out to say hello and found out she had already filled out the paperwork. She wore a bright red short sleeved jumper with a V-neck crossover top with a pleated ruffle and bow in the front right.

Against her black skin the bright red popped. Maggie thought the outfit was a school boys dream. Professional but the V-neck dipped just low enough to show the gap in her full breasts. The teenage boys would not be able to focus. She had black thick healed high heels. The back was modest, but the boys would like the fit on her shapely backside.

“Glad to see you Taisha. So, you already met my assistant Ronda?” Asked Maggie.

“Yes, she’s taken good care of me.” Taisha smiled.

“Yes, Mam. She has all the paperwork in and paid the background check fee. A drug screening is set this afternoon.” Said Ronda.

“On top of things as usual Ms. Smith. Welcome aboard.” Maggie smiled. “Can’t wait to see you at work.

“I’m so excited. It’s so good to be back.” Taisha grinned. “Well off to the clinic.”

Taisha waved and walked down the hall. Maggie laughed as two young men walking the other way nearly broke a neck looking back at her.

On Saturday Taisha called around 10:00AM.

Maggie answered. “Turner residence.”

“Hey Ms. Turner.”

“Hi Taisha, you can call me Maggie.”

“I know… Does your offer still…”

“Of course, it does Taisha.” Maggie interrupted. “Are you coming over? Do you need any help?”

“No, I’m good. I only need clothes and groceries. Is now a good time?”

“Come on over. The RV is ready and I’m available it you need anything.”

“Great, On my way. See you in twenty minutes” Taisha said happily.

When she arrived, Maggie met her in the driveway and helped her with her bags. Taisha wore black yoga pants and a tight yellow crop T-Shirt with the Nigerian flag on it. Maggie recognized it from some work one of her students did as part of a school project. In fact, it may have been Taisha.

“Is that the Nigerian Flag?” She asked.

“Yes, it is.” Replied Taisha.

“Did you do a report on Nigeria in my geography class?”

“Wow, yes I did. Your memory is incredible.”

“Thanks, I recall you acing it.” Said Maggie grinning.

“Yes, I did. I had a good teacher.” Taisha smiled contently. “Remember, I’ve got Dinner tonight.”

“I remember. Looking forward to it. I’ve got lunch. There were left over sandwiches from the staff luncheon yesterday.” Said Maggie.

“Ms. Turner, you have done too much already…”

“I wish you would call me Maggie. I don’t want the food to go to waste. It was left over, and I knew you would be coming today so I brought it.

Maggie gave her the grand tour of the RV showing her where all the dishes and utensils were and all the nooks and crannies. After Taisha unpacked, she went to the grocery store while Maggie did some yard work.

Maggie took a break for lunch with Taisha and worked till dinner. At 6:15 Maggie had finished mowing and put the mower away.

Taisha, stepped out of the RV. “Dinner’s ready whenever you are.”

“I am hungry, but I just finished up and I’m kind of sweaty…”

“You look fine to me. I’m not exactly dressed for dinner either. But if you prefer, I can keep it warm, It’s jambalaya in the crock pot.” Said Taisha. Maggie wore a pair of waist tie khaki shorts and an old tan pull over crew neck T. Her light brown hair was in a ponytail to keep it off her face, neck and shoulders as she worked. It hung to just below her shoulder blades.

“Sounds great, lets, eat!”

Maggie followed her into the RV. As Taisha stepped up and opened the door her ass in the yoga pants was remarkable. Maggie was instantly jealous, at the sight of her toned legs and ass in the skin tight cloth. It was smooth and round and, as they say, you could bounce a quarter off of it. Maggie hoped she would not wear them to school or the boys would never focus in class again.

The Jambalaya looked amazing. It had chicken, shrimp, sausage, and crawdad along with the vegies and rice. It had a great kick but not too hot.

Maggie took her first bite.” Wow! This is incredible. Is this a family recipe?”

“Yes Bibi learned it from her mother who got it from her grandmother from Baton Rouge.”

“Are you willing to share?” asked Maggie with pleading eyes.

Taisha smiled. Maggie was stunned how bright her smile looked. She had perfect bright white teeth contrasted by her dark full lips. Even her eyes seemed to smile. “Well, for you I would share anything. But you have to make sure Bibi never finds out or I will be disinherited.”

“Cross my heart, I’ll never reveal your secret.”

They finished dinner and had some wine.

“Refill?” Asked Taisha.

“I don’t think so. I woke up early and it’s been a long day. Another drink and I’ll be asleep.” She rubbed her neck. “I think I’ll hit the shower, put on my PJ’s and watch lifetime.”

“Sore?” Taisha asked.

“Yeah, a hot shower will feel great.”

“I can help you if you like. I’m actually a certified massage therapist. It helped pay for college.”

“You don’t have to…”

“I want to. She walked over to one of the rotating pedestal chairs. “These are perfect. Come, sit just like this.” She spun the chair with its back to the counter. The chair backs were a post with a curved oval shaped padded back. She straddled the post with her thighs between the seat and chair back. Then she leaned forward with her belly against the back. Her breast hung over the top of the chair which made them seem huge.

“That’s ok, a hot shower…”

Taisha jumped up off the chair and put her hand on her hips “Ms. Turner, stop being so stubborn. You’re the first one in line to help others, but when someone wants to return the favor, you shut em down. Well I’m not gonna let that happen. You’re gonna sit that pretty little white ass on that chair and let me give you what you need. Trust me, you’re gonna feel much better.” Taisha gave her a vexed look.

Maggie stood looking at her, stunned at the tone and the words, trying to take in exactly what she just heard. She looked at Taisha who darted her eyes toward the chair, raised her eyebrows and bobbed her head signaling her to sit. Then she gave a knowing smile

“Ok, if you insist.” Maggie assumed the position.

“So, your neck is sore on the left side. Anywhere else?” Asked Taisha.

“Actually, both sides and my lower back right at the waist.”

She gripped Maggie’s neck near the base and pushed a thumb on the left and two fingers on the right. Maggie jerked from a shot of pain.

“Oh yeah, we’ve got some stiffness there to deal with. And lower back…” She pushed her thumbs into her back near her waist line. “Pain?”

“Nope.” She moved out closer to her hips and pushed again. “Yeee!” Maggie squealed.

“Ok spot two.” “Sit straight up and raise your hands over your head.” Said Taisha like a doctor to a patient. Maggie raised them up elbows out to the side. “Straight up all the way.”

As she did, Taisha grabbed her shirt tail and wisped her shirt up and off in one swift motion. “Good now lean forward, assume the position and relax.”

Maggie leaned forward, breasts resting on the chair back and elbows on the dinning counter. Taisha began a gentle gripping rub of her shoulders. “Ok, now I’m going to give you a nice gently surface rub and find all your trouble spots. Then we’ll work them out one at a time ok?”

Loving the feel on her shoulders to that point, Maggie closed her eyes and said softly. “Ok, anything you say.” She leaned her head forward rolling it slowly side to side.

“Good, just let your arms dangle at your sided for the moment. Excellent, let them go limp.

She worked her shoulders and moved to her upper back and shoulder blades. “Oh, my that feels great.” Said Maggie softly.

“Just stay relaxed it will be a little tougher when we really start to work your trouble spots. I can sense some real tightness in places.” Said Taisha as she moved toward her middle spine. She hit a tender spot on the right and Maggie twinged. “There’s another.” She continued all the way down sliding her fingers under the waist band of Maggie’s shorts working the tender spots on her lower back and hips.

“OK, we’ve got them identified. Now we can go a little deeper. You need to relax; this is going to be a little shocking at first. I’m going to work the deep tissue. Trust me it will be worth it.” She said as she gripped the front of Maggie’s should with her left hand and pressed the heel of her hand firmly in the back. Maggie gasped in pain. “Just breath slow and easy…” Said Taisha calmly.

Maggie did as she told her, and the pain did quickly fade in intensity. She followed with some gentle massage and repeated the process twice. That whole routine was repeated for each pressure point. After the shoulders Taisha let Maggie place her elbows on the counter, resting her chin on her palms to support her head while she worked lower.

When she worked her middle back, Taisha asked. “How do you stay in such great shape, Ms. Turner? You have like no body fat.”

“I swim laps just about every day. Usually 5:30 AM for about an hour.” Said Maggie. “Probably why my shoulders are sore.”

“That makes sense. Did you swim competitively in school?”

“No, I actually started swimming for exercise in college.”

Taisha dropped to her knees and worked her lower back. She pushed inside the waist band of her shorts and used her thumbs. It was excruciating at first but eventually it was better. It felt like she was jamming a thumb into her pelvic bone. As she worked it, she gripped Maggie’s hips and pulled her ass out to overhang the edge of the seat

“You gotta little junk in the trunk for a white girl Ms. Tucker. I guess swimming payed off in that area too.”

“Thanks, I think.” Said Maggie trying to be careful. She was always a little uncomfortable when it came to body issues or hair with people of color. She did not ever want to come off as offensive.

“It’s a complement Ms. Turner, trust me.” Taisha felt awkward too.

Back in high school she was in the school late one Tuesday after track practice, a little after 7:00PM. She was the last to leave. It was Ms. Turner’s first year as principal and Coach Jackson was moving away to take a coaching slot in Chicago. Taisha happened to notice the light on in Ms. Turner’s office and decided to say hey. When she approached, she heard Coach Jackson’s voice coming from inside and found a place to peek in. The blinds were pulled down, but she found a gap in one window that gave her a view without being seen from the dark admin area where her assistant normally sat.

She saw him standing in front of her desk telling her how much he appreciated all the support she had given him. “You will be one of the people I miss most.” He said sincerely. He was about seven years older than her and at 6′ 2″ tall a good six inches taller.

She walked around the desk and gave him a hug. “The feeling is mutual, I assure you. The connection you’ve made with the students has been impressive to watch. I just pray your replacement is half as good.”

They hugged, and it struck Taisha they were lingering a while. When they were done, he looked down on her and the look in her eye was more than gratitude. It was lustful desire. The fact Coach Jackson was black, and she was white added a level of excitement. Further, the fact they were both married made it more shocking.

Taisha pulled out her camera phone and shot photos. Maggie reached for his face with both hands and pulled him in kissing him passionately. Then she wrapped her arm around his muscular back in his coaches polo. Their heads rolled side to side kissing deep and hard as her hands moved to his ass. He had tight fitting coaches shorts and she was wearing a skirt that hung past her knees.

Taisha watched in disbelief. Ms. Turner was always the picture of professionalism and control. To see her in a frenzy of passion was exciting beyond words. His hands moved to her ass and Ms. Turner leaped up, wrapped her legs around his hips and clamped onto him. He stepped her toward the desk and sat her ass on the edge. She reached for his belt and pulled at it frantically.

Taisha felt a wave of warm wetness in her pussy that was the most intense she’d ever felt. Maggie got the belt unclasped and slid both hand down his pants gripping his cock. Coach Jackson groaned and slid his hands up her skirt. As she snapped photos, it occurred to her that the pictures could ruin both careers and both families. Just then, the phone on principle turners desk rang.

They both nearly jumped out of their skin and Taisha nearly dropped her phone. It was surreal to Taisha as she watched Principle Turner struggling to pull up her panties while she ran around the desk to answer the phone. Taisha caught a flash of Principal Turners ass in the process and instinctively snapped a pic. “Hi Sam, hold on…” She pushed the hold button. She exhaled hard and loud. Coach Jackson, I’m so sorry, I don’t know what got into me…”

“Me too Ms. Turner, I’ve never done anything like that in my life…”

“I’ve gotta take this. I’ll see you tomorrow.” She picked up the phone and pushed the hold button. “Hi Sam, what’s up?”

Taisha ran for it just in time to turn the corner before coach Jackson came out. As Taisha recalled those events, she never would have imagined that she would spend many nights scanning those pics, not wondering what coach Jackson’s cock would have looked like or felt like. But what it would feel like to have Principal Turners hungry tongue lunging into her mouth after seeing her with that hungry lustful look… Oh how she wanted to direct that hidden passion of Ms. Maggie Turner onto herself.

Maggie sat, head in hand and eyes closed as Taisha masterfully kneaded her muscles. She felt, on one hand like a piece of meat tenderized by a wooden mallet, but, on the other hand, relaxed and as loose as she could ever remember. Taisha’s hands were inside her waist band, with the heels of her palms working relentless little circles on her haunches. Her fingers extended down inside her shorts and panties touching and gripping her upper cheeks.

She was acutely aware Taisha had become uncharacteristically quiet. She just tried not to tense up and let Taisha work her muscles loose. She completely lost track of time, feeling much better. She really hadn’t noticed how tense and stiff her back and hips really were. She was in a fog, as Taisha’s warm hands erased her tension, when suddenly she realized her pussy was warm and moist.

“How are you feeling Principal Turner. If you feel like you need more attention, we could move to the bed and do a full body?” Taisha stood back up and gently traced her finger tips up Maggie’s back.

Maggie began to nod before it hit her, that would be a bad idea. “No, I’m quite good. That felt amazing. I had no idea I was carrying that much tension in my body.” She stood up and moved toward the RV door. “Thank you so much, I hope for my sake you don’t let word of your talents get out. You may decide this is more lucrative than teaching. Thanks again, now I really need to shower and get ready for bed. I’m gonna sleep like a baby. By the way, no need for rent. You can do that once a week and we’ll be more than even.”

“Night Ms. Turner. Come back tomorrow for another session if you like.”

“I just might do that. See you tomorrow.”

Maggie went in the house and up to the bedroom. “Damn, Sammy where are you when I need you. I could use a double banger night tonight.”

As she stood under the hot pulsing water, she maneuvered her back under the shower head letting the pulsing jets work her muscles further. Then she removed the hosed shower head and held the massaging jets against her lower back and hips. Liking that she turned around and ran the shower head over the front of her shoulders and stomach. Without much thought she moved the pulsing showerhead between her legs and pressed it firmly against her clit. She held it there letting the jet stimulate her directly.

The vibration of the head along with the stimulating jets was remarkable. She whimpered.”Ooooohhhhh!” She instantly felt an orgasm cumming. She thought about her session with Sam.

She leaned back against the wall, pushed the showerhead against her and rocked her hips. “Oh, Sam Baby! Oh, that’s so good, I’m cumming already.”

Maggie’s mind flashed the image of Taisha’s ass in the yoga pants stretching into to crack of her perfect round muscular ass and the hint of a camel toe in front. She chased the image out but as the orgasm built, it returned. Her body spasmed as the jets continued their assault on her clit and she released a series of controlled whimpers with each wave of climactic bliss.

The shower seemed to take the edge off, and she slept like a baby. She kept busy on Sunday until Sam returned and he got a warm welcome that evening.

Monday brought some exciting news for Taisha but not so good news for the Ms. Sheryl, the regular high school American History teacher. She had an early case of strep throat. Sam delivered her the good news at the RV door. She was awake but not showered.

“Good Morning, we just found out there’s a need for a sub today. Congratulations your first day teaching at your old stomping grounds! If you can be ready to go in thirty minutes you can ride in with Maggie.” Sam noticed her form fitting pajama bottoms and did a double take at her nipples poking through her night T.

Her face lit up. “I’ll be ready! Thanks Sam!”

She closed the door and he heard her run for the shower. Taisha had long since decided on her first day outfit. It was a professional grey skirt and suit jacket with a red blouse with some black kitten heel pumps. She practically had it ready to jump in like batman.

She was ready with five minutes to spare and over the moon excited. As she closed the car door, a blast of her perfume hit her hard. In her haste, she sprayed it on heavy.

“Wow, I think I overdid the perfume this morning.” She said waving her hand.

“It’s fine.” Maggie looked at her and smiled. “You’re gonna be fine Taisha. The kids are going to be happy to have you. I’ll be there to introduce you.”

Maggie was amazed how good Taisha’s hair looked this morning. It was combed out straight well past her shoulders. It looked like she spent the full thirty minutes just combing her hair.

Maggie’s brown hair was pulled back in a bun and clipped. Taisha was drawn to the shape of her exposed neck. Even Ms. Turners ears seemed attractive. She could hardly believe she was riding to work with her. She really was instrumental in keeping Taisha on the right track in high school and now she was bringing her on board to be part of her team.

“I think you’re really gonna like this class. Ms. Sheryl thinks it may be the most well-behaved class she’s ever had. So hopefully you won’t be tested too much today. Nervous?” Asked Maggie, smiling. “You will have four classes and a study hall today.”

“Honestly… A little, but class time was part of the training and after teaching in Nigeria. I feel I’m ready for anything.” Said Taisha confidently.

“Her home room is 232 and you get a break first period. She has a lesson plan in place, so do your best to get up to speed. But you know the drill, when in doubt, reading time can fill the gaps.”

“I got this Ms. Turner I won’t let you down.” Taisha’s smile brightened. “You taught me well and I promise, if you’ll let me, I can teach you a few things as well.”

“There the Taisha l know and love. We’re here!” Maggie made the turn into the parking lot.

Taisha jumped right in and found the lesson plan file In Ms. Sheryl’s desk. She saw they were discussing the early European colonies. She quickly refreshed on St. Augustine established by Spain in 1565. The first English settlement in Roanoke Island North Carolina in 1587 and of course Jamestown, Virginia in 1607.

She was amazed how quickly it came back to her. Principal Turner was there twenty minutes before home room and engaged with the students as they arrived introducing them personally to Ms. Smith. She introduced her for the first two classes and her assistant principle Steven Haskins was there for the other two.

Maggie saw her in the teachers’ lounge at lunch. “Judging from your smile it looks like things are going well?”

“It’s great. Thank you so much for the opportunity Ms. Turner. I’m so excited!” Taisha’s grin was remarkable.

“Thank you for your service Ms. Smith. We’re lucky to have you. Let me introduce you to Ms. Richards. She’s been with us for three years now and another great find.” She placed a hand on each woman’s elbow and guided them together.

“Pleasure to meet you Ms. Richards.” Taisha smiled.

“Very good to meet you. Hope you have a great day.” She said cheerily.

Principal Turner stepped back. “I need to make a call. See you about 4:45 Ms. Smith?”

“I’ll be ready. Thanks!” Replied Taisha.

“Great idea on the new shifted schedules this year Ms. Turner. Another homerun.” Ms. Richards smiled.

“What’s at 4:45?” Asked Ms. Richards, politely.

“Ms. Turner gave me a ride this morning.”

“Aren’t you special. Curb to curb service from the boss.” Said Ms. Richards with an eye roll and attitude.

Taisha was stunned but took it in stride. “Ms. Richards is probably leery of the newbie.” She thought to herself.

Her last class finished and 3:10, so Taisha reviewed tomorrow’s material just in case. At 4:45 she went to Ms. Turners office. She noticed she still closed the blinds at the end of the day and closed her door. It was her time to get some work done.

She knocked and Ms. Turner yelled. “Be right with you.”

Taisha could hear her talking with someone. A moment later the door opened, and Maggie was showing Ms. Richards to the door.

“Thanks again, Principal Turner. Have a great evening. Ms. Smith.” Ms. Richards smiled at Taisha.

“Have a good night Ms. Richards.” Taisha nodded.

“Come in Ms. Smith. I’ll be ready in a minute. It looks like good news for you. Ms. Sheryl needs to stay home another day to get past the contagious stage. So, you’re back again tomorrow.” She said smiling. “Have a seat and tell me about your day.”

“It was great. You were right. Every class was respectful and seemed pretty open to learning. It was a little too easy, I’m afraid.”

“Good idea to keep perspective. Like life there are good days and bad days. I’m glad today was a good day.” Said Maggie sincerely.

Taisha could not shake the run in with Ms. Richards earlier. “How is Ms. Richards? I think I might have done something to tick her off today.”

Maggie smiled. “Don’t worry Taisha. She can be a bit… abrasive at times. It’s no secret she is vying for my job if I should become Superintendent. She did slip in a comment about us riding together today. I subtly made it clear you were not a threat to her… Yet anyway. Are we ready?”

“Yes mam. Whenever you are.”

On the ride home they discussed the next day. Maggie reminded her Tuesdays were her late night at work. She stays until 7:00PM to get work done.

“Would you like to join us for dinner?” asked Maggie.

“Thanks for the offer but, two things… One you’ve done too much already. Two, I want to prepare for tomorrow. So please don’t be offended, your hospitality is greatly appreciated.” Taisha looked at her pleadingly.

“Don’t worry Taisha. I’m proud of your commitment. Most subs don’t make that kind of effort. Thank you. So, it’s probably best if we drive separate tomorrow. Is that ok?”

“Sure. I think that’s best anyway. I don’t want people to think I get special treatment.” She smiled. Maggie rolled her head feeling a tightness in her neck. “Uh oh, I could work in a massage treatment before dinner. Are you still sore?”

Maggie paused thinking about their last session. “Tempting, but Sam’s home tonight. If he discovers your talent, you’ll never get him out of your RV.” She was also a little concerned about her body’s reaction to the previous message. It scared her.

Taisha laughed but was intrigued by her comment. Clearly Maggie noticed Sam was a little too flirty with Taisha. She wasn’t sure if it was good she was aware, or if it meant she was aware and was OK with it. Taisha really felt uncomfortable with his behavior alone with her in the RV.

“I love Sam to death, but he can be a little over the top sometimes, and he’s clearly a little smitten with you. So, I apologize if his flirting makes you uncomfortable but he’s pretty harmless. Let me know if he bothers you.” She said embarrassed.

“It’s fine Ms. Turner. I can handle a little flirting. He’s not the first white man a little intrigued by a black woman. I’ll shut him down.”

“Not too much, I did have a great night after our dinner if you know what I mean.” As the words came out of her mouth Maggie regretted saying it. Taisha put her instantly at ease.

“Ms. Turner, I knew there was a wild side in there somewhere.” She laughed with a high pithed giggle while her mind played back that evening with Coach Jackson.

Maggie felt a huge sense of relief, laughed with her and felt a real connection to Taisha at that moment.

That evening, Taisha had a microwave dinner and studied the next lesson. As she lay in bed that night she thought about that conversation. She was a little sad that a woman as beautiful, intelligent and passionate as Maggie, had to settle for a man that needed to get excited by someone else to give her the attention she deserved. She drifted off to sleep thinking about the incident with coach Jackson. It seemed like there has been trouble for a while between Ms. Turner and Sam.

Tuesday did not go so smooth for Taisha or Maggie.

Maggie received word that her social studies teacher Mr. Cheswick, failed a drug test for the second time. He was near retirement and she was forced to make him choose between being fired for cause or retiring immediately. He chose the latter. He was allowed to finish out the week but no more.

Taisha had an argument between two young ladies in her second class that escalated into a hair pulling tussle and they were sent to the assistant principals office for discipline.

At lunch Maggie pulled Taisha into her office to discuss the day’s happenings.

“So, you got your first fight out of the way. I heard you handled it well. Are you doing OK?” Maggie looked genuinely concerned.

“Yes, I’m fine. I was a little shocked how quickly it blew up, but I used the old book slam on the desk to get their attention. I’m not sure a few bystanders didn’t pee their pants. I think I even scared myself. That book sounded like a bomb going off.” She smiled.

“Got their attention though. Whatever works. Well, I’ve had a morning too. It turns out one of my teachers decided to take retirement starting Monday and another is at the hospital with her husband who had an apparent heart attack. Sounds like you’ll have steady work for a little while at least.

Ms. Richards is coming back tomorrow, but Ms. Kolinsky is going to be out. How does Government sound for tomorrow? “

Taisha smiled and nodded. “Sounds Great. Does she have a lesson plan?”

“Come back at the end of the day and I’ll have it for you. Also, Mr. Cheswick just announced he is retiring effective next Monday. How would you feel about being the interim Social Studies teacher, until we find his permanent replacement?”

“Awesome. I would welcome the opportunity. But, can’t we just lose the interim title?” Asked Taisha pleadingly.

“Not that I wouldn’t like too but we need to open that position up and go through the process. As you can imagine, there are a few on the waiting list with more seniority.”

“I understand. Thank you, thank you, thank you, Ms. Turner!” She said shaking Maggie’s hand excitedly.

The second half of the day was better for Taisha, but Maggie’s day continued to stress her out. School lets out at 3:30 and the place is usually quiet by 4:30 with complete silence by 5:30. Tuesday seems to be the quietest after school day, so Maggie uses it as her late night. She tries to adhere to it so she and Sam can have most evenings free.

At 3:45 Taisha picked up the lesson plan. “Thank you, Ms. Turner.” She leafed through it. “I think I’ll go to her room and study up on this for a while.”

Maggie looked flustered and rubbed her neck. “Dedication, I love it. I’ve got a lot to do with this retirement paper work. The timing is tight. You have a great evening Taisha.” Her focus went back to the papers on her desk.

Around 5:30 Taisha took a break and went by Maggie’s office. The blinds were down and closed but the light was on. She did not bother her. She grabbed a snack from the vending machines in the Cafeteria and went back to work.

At 7:15 Maggie was still there as Taisha was heading home. She paused wondering whether or not to disturb her. Ms. Turner did not like to be disturbed when the blinds were down.

She decided the potential suck up points for being seen here this late would be worth it and knocked gently.

“Yes?” Said Maggie impatiently.

“It’s me. Gotta minute?” Said Taisha confidently.

“Sure, come in.” When Taisha entered Maggie pointed to the chair across the desk.

Maggie looked at her in awe of how fresh and together she looked after a twelve-hour day. Taisha’s hair was back in a ponytail and scrunchied. Her skin was smooth and shimmering. She wore black slacks and a tan button-down blouse. Here full lips were dark with a touch of pink and her smile bright and confident.

“Thanks for the lesson plan, I am ready for tomorrow. But I was wondering if I might be able to spend some time with Mr. Cheswick this week while he’s still here.”

“I planned for you to shadow him on Thursday and Friday.” Replied Maggie rubbing her neck again.

Taisha stood up and walked toward Maggie. “Do you need another treatment Ms. Turner?”

“No, that’s ok it’s just been a long…”

“Nonsense! Trust me I can loosen you right up.” She said definitively.

Taisha stepped behind her and gripped her shoulder and worked them gently causing Maggie to moan subtly and sway her head from side to side. Taisha smiled when she noticed the picture of Oshun on Maggie’s desk.

“See, feels better already, doesn’t it?” She asked, not waiting for an answer. “Let’s see, same tension points?”

She pressed her thumbs into Maggie’s upper back just above her shoulder blades. “Yah!” Maggie jerked.

“Oh yeah stiff as a board. Let’s see.” Taisha looked around. “Let’s move you to a conference table chair.”

Maggie was never crazy about the conference table. It was a large thick Marble rectangular table with thick legs. She felt like you could park a car on it, and it wouldn’t give way. The chairs were more like dining chairs. They had ornate wooden legs, with no arms and high narrow leather padded backs.

Taisha grabbed the end chair, turned its back to the table and tapped the seat. “You know the drill.”

As Maggie straddled the chair back with her legs and sat down, Taisha pulled another chair around and sat it in position behind her. Maggie’s breasts were pressed against the chair back forcing her to sit with her back perfectly straight and legs spread wide.

Taisha, stood behind, reached around and sat her phone on the table next to Maggie. She reached a hand around each side of Maggie’s face and slid her fingers across Maggie’s cheeks and neck pulling her light brown hair gently off her face neck and shoulders. Her warm fingers caressed her neck sending chills down her spine. When she got it all pulled back, Taisha held the ponytail in her hand and worked a scrunchy off her own ponytail with the other.

“You’re hair so soft Ms. Turner. I bet it’s hard keeping it tangle free.” She worked the scrunchie on it and let it hang down the center of her back. “That’s better, I don’t want to pull your hair in the process. This still looks uncomfortable…”

She placed a hand on either of Maggie’s hips. “Can we scoot you out until your ass hangs just over the edge.” She pulled as Maggie raised up and wiggled back on the chair. When her butt hung-over, Taisha patted it. “Perfect, now lean forward and rest your forehead on the padded seat back. Good, stay relaxed…” She ran Maggie’s ponytail through her hands a couple more times. “I’m jealous.”

Maggie wondered what Taisha’s hair felt like. It always seemed to have a perfect amount of shimmer too it. But she heard stories that you should never touch a black woman’s hair and you should definitely not ask them if you can. She could sense Taisha shaking her hair out gently after giving Maggie her scrunchie. She tossed the other two scrunchies onto the table.

Taisha began to rub Maggie’s shoulders again and Maggie sighed. “Mmmmm.”

Taisha sat down in the chair behind her. “We gotta get rid of this blouse Ms. Turner. I can’t give a proper massage with that on…”

“I can’t do that here…”

“Ms. Turner, Did I not do you right the other night?”

“Yes, but someone could come in…”

“Really?” Taisha stood up and walked to the door and looked it. With new lockdown protocols the office doors all had locks and sliding bolts in the event of school shootings. Taisha locked and bolted the door. Her hand trembled as she replayed principal turner and coach Jackson in her mind.

She sat down behind Maggie and pressed her thighs against Maggie’s hips. Maggie was now sitting upright, and Taisha pressed her body against Maggie’s back. Taisha felt a rush of tingling heat between her legs and had to remember to breath. Maggie felt the same as she tried to talk.

“I, I, a, don’t think this is appropriate in the…”

“Ms. Turner, you need to stop fighting me and let me give you what you need. You are tight as a tick and ready to pop.” Said Taisha matter of factly. “Now relax your body, lean back against me and close your eyes.”

Maggie was uncomfortable, anxious, heart racing all at the same time. She felt almost powerless to resist but didn’t know if she even wanted to. The massage the other night was incredible, and she really was “tight as a tick.” She leaned uncomfortably far back before her shoulders landed on Taisha’s chest. She landed with a sense of relief. Taisha’s beasts were full, firm and warm against her back.

Relax your arms and let them hang. She did and they rested on Taisha’s thighs, also warm and very firm. Taisha brought her head forward resting her chin on Maggie’s right shoulder, her hair rubbed Maggie’s cheek. It was softer than Maggie imagined. It brought to mind a soft wool, not moist but not dry. She moved her head subtly to rub it with her cheek. Then Taisha’s perfume sent a jolt through her body.

“You have your Rogue on today.” She said softly.

Taisha laughed having just noticed Maggie’s perfume. She breathed deep. “And what do you have on?”

“Dior.” Maggie answered.

“I like it.” Sighed Taisha.

Maggie hardly noticed Taisha had unbuttoned the top three buttons on her blouse, she did it so subtly. Maggie moved her right hand to the next button. “We can’t do the massage here. Let’s go home and we can do it in the RV.”

“Ms. Turner we’ve already started, and besides, you don’t want to risk Sam finding out about my hidden talents. Now just relax and do as I say please.” Taisha’s hand slid gently up the back of Maggie’s hand gripped it softly and placed it on Taisha’s knee.

She continued to work her way down the buttons and when she undid the last one, she pulled Maggie’s shirt tails out of her slacks. Taisha felt Maggie’s fingers gently caressing her knee as she slid her fingers back up her unbuttoned blouse, letting the back of her fingers felt Maggie’s skin on the way. She wondered if she may finally get to live out some of her high school and college fantasies of Ms. Maggie Turner.

She wanted to kiss her neck and have her way with her on the table, but she couldn’t risk her friendship and career unless she was certain. She gripped the blouse near the collar and pulled it off her shoulders, turned her head so their cheeks would touch and whispered.

“Ok, assume the position and let’s get you what you need Ms. Turner.” She slid the blouse off Maggie’s arms and laid it on the table to Maggie’s left side.

Maggie leaned forward with her forehead against the padded seat back while Taisha gently placed Maggie’s hands back on her thighs. “That’s it Ms. Turner just relax and let me work out all this tension.

She started with softly massaging her deltoids, as she did, she slid the shoulder straps of her bra down over her arms. Then she began the deep tissue shoulder work that caused her to feel uncomfortable.

“Relax, it’s all gonna be worth it.

Maggie did her best to not tense her body. She focused on the warmth of Taisha pressing against her butt and thighs. But when she applied full pressure there was serious pain. Taisha was right, the end result was remarkably good, but the process was painful

Next, she began working the shoulder blade area and with remarkable precision had Maggie’s bra clasp unhooked before she could think about a protest.

“Just let it fall, it was in my way.” Taisha’s right hand had come around gripped the front of the bra and pulled it down. In the process her knuckles managed to gently brush both of Maggie’s nipples, causing her to gasp. She pulled it away from Maggie’s body until Maggie dangled her arms and let it fall off. “Isn’t that better?”

The air on her exposed breasts at the end of the day was always a delight, but in the office, it was awkward to say the least. Maggie nodded; in disbelief she was topless in her office with her head planted against the chair. But the magic hands of Taisha were heavenly, and she let the massage continue.

As Taisha worked her way to Maggie’s hips, she pressed her thumbs into her upper gluteal muscles producing a wince. “Still sore there, I see.” She tried to push her hands inside the waist band of Maggie’s pants, but could not. “Lean back a minute Ms. Turner.”

Maggie did but brought her hands up to cover her breasts. She sensed Taisha was leaning further back than last time making Maggie feel even more exposed. But as she settled back on Taisha’s breasts the thought of how this would feel if Taisha were topless sent a wave of warmth to her pussy that scared and excited her at the same time.

She imagined the warmth of her full breast pressed against her naked back. She leaned her head back against Taisha’s shoulder and rubbed her cheek against Taisha’s hair.

Taisha’s heart raced as she thought of gripping Ms. Turner’s breasts and kissing her neck. She had to be absolutely sure and take it painfully slow if her fantasies of Ms. Turner were to come true. She could barely control her emotions but convinced herself to stay in control.

She gripped both of Maggie’s hands and gently pulled them back to her thighs. “You need to relax and trust me Ms. Turner, she whispered softly, with her bottom lip ever so slightly touching Maggie’s cheek. Taisha slowly pushed Maggie’s hands down dragging her thumbs across Maggie’s skin as she pushed them back to her thighs.

She saw a wave of goosebumps on Maggie’s belly as she released Maggie’s hands and moved to her belt. “We just need to loosen these a bit.”

She unbuckled the belt and lowered the zipper and could feel Maggie still subtly rubbing against her hair. Taisha was fairly certain; Maggie was willing but resisted the urge to make the next move. She slid the belt off her and sat it on top of the blouse. Then she slid her finger tips of both hands into the waist band of Maggie’s pants and traced them around her waist.

Maggie leaned forward. “That’s it Ms. Turner, assume the position.”

As she did, Taisha worked her hands on her glutes to finish off the massage. When she finished the deep tissue massage on her glutes, she said softly. “The tough part is over. Now I’ll finish with a gentle rub, over the whole area, OK?”

“Uh huh,” Sighed Maggie.

“Ms. Turner, can I confess something to you?” Her hand rubbed gently on her glutes with her finger tips inside her panties.

“Of course, Taisha, you can tell me anything.” Maggie said, pussy tingling wondering if Taisha would be confessing similar feelings.

“Please hear me out before you jump to conclusions.” She said tentatively.

“Ok.”

“My senior year, I was hear one night after practice and saw your light on…”

“Go on.” Said Maggie wondering why she was hesitating.

Taisha took a big breath and blurted our quickly. “I saw your… encounter with Coach Jackson.” Maggie tensed. “It’s OK, relax.” she moved her hands to Maggie’s shoulders to calm her and keep her in place. “I know nothing happened, but I saw a passion in you that night like nothing I have ever seen… Can I show you something?”

Maggie’s mind and heart raced. She wondered what she was getting at. Was this blackmail? Unsure how to respond. She said. “Sure.”

Taisha continued to rub her neck with her left hand and pickup up her phone with her right. After a moment she slid it between Maggie’s legs laid it on the seat. “You can scroll through if you like.” She rubbed both hands on her neck and shoulder, and slowly worked all the way down to her ass. “Your will power was impressive Ms. Turner. I could feel the heat from you two from the next room and you were able to just turn it off. I spent many nights looking at those pictures. So much passion pent up and just as it was about to explode you pulled it right back in.”

Taisha’s hands rubbed up Maggie’s sides, fingers teasing the sides of her chest along the outer edge of her breasts. Maggie’s breathing was slow and deep, and her throat tightened. The images of her kissing Coach Jackson brought back that evening and the feel of his hot hard cock in her hands as Taisha’s soft warm hands kept in motion over her back and shoulders.

“I’ve often dreamed of what it would be like to feel that passion erupt. I wonder how much pressure has built up in you Ms. Turner.” She hesitated. “I would like to do a little experiment. Please lean back against me again.” Said Taisha softly, her pussy hot and tingling.

Taisha sighed audibly when Maggie, complied. “Thank you, Ms. Turner, now close your eyes and relax.” She rested her chin on Maggie’s shoulder again. This time she pulled her own hair back, so their cheeks touched. “You smell wonderful, Ms. Turner.” She gripped her sides gently.

“You too Taisha.” Her eyes remained closed taking in her scent and the feel of her warmth on her back, again imagining them both naked.

“I think that passion is still inside you Ms. Turner. I think the pressure builds every day and you carry it in your neck, shoulders and back.” Said Taisha as she moved her right hand slowly from Maggie’s side, tracing her middle finger softly toward her belly button.

Maggie felt paralyzed as the finger touched her soft delicate skin. In the remote parts of her mind she was shouting. “Stop and go home!”

“I think one little finger, can burst through the dam holding that passion in you and let it out.” Her finger swirled the outer edge of Maggie’s belly button.

Maggie’s belly twitched at the intensity of Taisha’s touch.

Taisha’s body was electric as her biggest fantasy appeared within reach. Her finger traced its way toward Maggie’s right breast, circled the base and spiraled up to her nipple. Maggie gasped and pressed her chest upward to meet her touch.

Taisha bounced her finger over to her left nipple tickling it. “These areas are a little stiff. We may need to come back to this.

Maggie, wanted to be strong, but couldn’t summon the will to move or even open her eyes. The tickle of the finger exploring her body was all that mattered.

Suddenly the finger slid down her breast, past her bellybutton and pushed its way under the waist band of her panties. It swirled in her bush, slipped between her soaked labia, and moved down and back up her slit.

“The dam may have sprung a leak Ms. Turner. Maggie squeaked as her pelvis spasmed upward. “I’ve thought of a thousand ways to pleasure you Ms. Turner.” Her finger reached Maggie’s clit causing her to tremble at Taisha’s touch. “Oh, there’s some real stiffness here, I’m gonna have to really work this out.”

Maggie’s body spasmed again, sending a jolt of excitement through Taisha. Her own pussy was screaming for relief and she could barely breath. She began working her finger in rapid little circles on Maggie’s clit.

Maggie, gasped uncontrollably, “Aaaahhhhh, hah aha aha hah.” In rapid succession.

“I think I’ve found your trouble spot Ms. Turner.” Taisha said gleefully pressing harder.

In a cloud of unbridled pleasure, Maggie surrendered to a tidal wave of climactic pleasure that completely consumed her. In less than one-minute Taisha’s finger overwhelmed her entire body.

Principal turner let out a series of high-pitched squeals that sent tingles through every skin cell in Taisha’s body. She kept her finger mercilessly stimulating her stiff little pleasure button.

“Oh! hah! Oh! hah! Oh! hah! Oh! hah! Oh! hah!” Maggie’s body spasmed in time with her squeals.

“One little finger brings a climax so quickly Ms. Turner. So much passion in you…”

“Oh, Ta, Ta, Taish, a! Oh! hah! Oh! hah! Oh! hah! Oh! hah! Oh! hah!” Maggie succumbed to unbridled pleasure.

Taisha pressed herself against Principal Tuner’s trembling ass on the verge of cumming herself as her finger brought her fantasies to life. She fantasized countless times about moments like this, but reality exceeded her imagination. The warmth of Ms. Turners body against hers, the scent of her perfume, the feel of their cheeks touching, the sensation of Ms. Turners body spasming from head to toe from the touch of just one finger, were all more than she had imagined. She feared she was soaking through her pants; her pussy was ablaze with desire for the woman who had surrendered herself to one of Taisha’s fingers.

As she felt Maggie’s climax pass, she slid her finger back down the length of her slit slowly dragging it up and down. “Thank you, Ms. Turner, for the sexiest encounter of my life.”

Maggie panted, catching her breath and speechless. She had never let herself go like this, ever! But even as she tried to get control of her thoughts, Taisha’s finger continued to slide up and down her pussy. She found herself gyrating in rhythm with the finger, feeling her warm cum rubbing against her mons.

“Ms. Turner, my greedy little finger has a mind of its own. It wants more.” Whispered Taisha as her finger curved and lunged into Maggie’s pussy.

“Huh!” Barked Maggie. Thrusting herself against the penetrating finger.

“Oh wow, Ms. Turner. There’s some real tightness hear we’ll have to deal with.” She moved her finger slowly in and out, Maggie mindlessly gyrated her hips in rhythm. “I’ve fantasized about being inside you Ms. Turner and once again you exceed expectations.”

Suddenly Taisha pulled out. “No, please.” Panted Maggie opening her eyes for the first time since Taisha told her to close them.

Maggie saw Taisha raise her hand toward her face and insert her wet finger into her mouth. “Mmmm.” Sighed Taisha tasting Maggie’s cum. “You taste even better than I imagined Ms. Turner.” Her hand lowered and the finger returned to her warm wetness, sliding up and down her crack again.

Her back arched and she moaned thankful to have the finger back where it belonged. “You like that don’t you Ms. Turner?”

Principle Turner’s head pressed back on Taisha’s shoulder. She tried to make herself say no, but she not only liked it but had to have it. She let out a long pulsating breath in a series of audible whimpering gasps.

“You’re soaking wet and hot; I feel that passion bubbling out of you.” Said Taisha in her own gasping whimpering voice. “I wish you could feel how wet you make me Ms. Turner…”

Maggie’s hand instinctively slid up Taisha’s thigh to feel it.

“No, you may not Ms. Turner. Put your hand back on my knee. This is about me pleasuring you. Do you understand?” She removed her finger again.

Maggie’s blurted. “Yes!” She gripped Taisha’s knee.

“Now that we have an understanding, would you like my finger back?” Asked Taisha tauntingly.

Maggie didn’t answer but pressed her ass against Taisha’s pussy and gyrated against her slowly. Taisha let out a grunt as the pressure smeared her juices against her swollen clit sending a jolt of pleasure that nearly made her cum in her pants.

“I need to hear you say it Ms. Turner…”

Maggie sensing, Taisha’s excitement tried to turn the tables pressing harder against her.

“Say it Ms. Turner…” She panted.

Maggie remained silent trying to maintain a tiny semblance of control.

“If you don’t tell my you want my finger back inside you, I will leave, and this will never happen again.” Taisha said sternly, hoping beyond hope she was right.

“I want your finger inside of me please!” Said Maggie desperately.

Taisha responded. “I can’t…” The finger slid back into her slit and they both sighed. “…Tell you how happy that makes me Ms. Turner.”

Taisha continued the finger sliding up and down between her lips without pushing it inside. Maggie’s hips gyrated hungrily begging for the finger. Taisha was also fighting for control as she knew if she let herself go, she would cum in her panties. She curled the finger and pushed it back in.

“See what happens when you ask nicely Ms. Turner?”

Maggie trembled and gaped “Y, Yes, ah, ah yyeesss.” The finger plunged in and out firmly and steadily. She felt Taisha’s cheek and smelled her perfume. Taisha felt like a heating pad against her back and she could feel the heat from Taisha’s pussy as she ground her ass against her.

“This is just one finger Ms. Turner, and I can feel that dam springing another leak. A thousand ways to p, pleasure you” Maggie sensed Taisha struggling to speak from her grinding and picked up the pace. “Imagine what I could do with two.” Maggie moaned loudly. “And the things I could do with my tongue.”

“Hoah!” Maggie herd herself wail at a shocking volume, hips moving wildly.

“Oh shit.” Said Taisha just loud enough for Maggie to hear. Taisha knew she would cum herself if Maggie kept grinding. She stopped moving her finger hoping it would slow Maggie down, but Maggie just gyrated faster and harder. That pushed Taisha over the edge. “Your gonna m, make, me, cu, Oh, Ms. T, turn, er!”

Taisha’s finger never changed pace, despite her building orgasm. She wanted to demonstrate total control to Principal Turner, but the fluid sexy motion of Maggie’s hips as she rubbed her ass against Taisha’s pussy, while simultaneously fucking her finger, was too much to take. Her fantasy was coming true and she didn’t want to hold back any longer. She needed Principle turner to make her cum.

“Oh fuck, Ms. Turner you’re, gonna, make, me…” Taisha braced herself with her left-hand fingering Ms. Turner with her right. “Cu, cum with me Ta, Ta, Taisha. Ooooooohhhhhhhhhh!” Maggie squealed gripping Taisha’s knees firmly.

Taisha’s whole body stiffened but her middle finger never slowed as she spread her legs wide and pushed her pussy against Principal Turners firm ass. She exhaled short strong gasps onto Maggie’s neck and ear, sending goosebumps down her back as she came a second time in just a few minutes.

Taisha panted, whispering as she came in her pants, “Ms. Turner, Ms. Turner, Ms. Turner…” Keeping time with Maggie’s ass.

Maggie’s orgasm passed, but she kept moving, making sure not to cut Taisha’s orgasm short. When both climaxes passed, Taisha pulled out gently rubbing Maggie’s slit again, and still only using her middle finger. Then she took it back to her mouth and licked it clean again.

Maggie leaned fully back against Taisha breathing slowly and deeply. She did have to admit, she felt very relaxed with no neck or back pain.

Taisha raised up pushing Maggie upright, so Maggie leaned forward. Next, Taisha slid her chair back, stood up and headed toward the door. Maggie sat there stunned, trying to figure out where Taisha was going.

“Ms. Turner, you are the first and only person to ever make me cum in my pants. I need to go home and shower, so I will let you get back to work. We made great progress today, I think we successfully released some of your tension. You should feel much better tonight. But, it’s gonna be a long process to get you where you need to be.” She gripped the knob and unbolted the door. Then she opened it, peeked out, and turned back to Maggie.

“Same time next Tuesday and I’ll bring all my fingers.” She wiggled them before sucking “the finger” again. “A week is a long time… Well, you know where to find me if you would like another session before then.”

Taisha smiled and closed the door behind her. Maggie sat there sticky and wet, topless and ironically, more relaxed than she could recall. She sat there, in shock, trying to regroup and contemplating what to do next…

To be continued…

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Look at porn with a hot cougar getting into my personal space the entire time? “Sure.” I said, playing it cool.

I was twenty when I first met Kayly. Far away from home at college, in desperate need of money. In this economy of course, jobs are few and far between, and jobs that are friendly to college hours are even harder to find. It was my room mate who mentioned Kayly to me. She was a photographer, and she needed help getting up to date with digital stuff. I’m no fine arts major or anything but I’ve tinkered enough to be useful. I called her up and she sounded pleasant enough on the phone, a soft voice, slightly husky, a hint of an accent, I’m not sure what… Europe, somewhere. Of course, being a red-blooded male, as soon as I hung up the phone I began fantasizing about her, like I do with just about every woman I speak to for more than 30 seconds. I wasn’t expecting anything of course, I may be horny, but I’m not stupid, but sometimes—only sometimes—you get lucky.

Boy was I ever lucky!

It was a sunny Friday afternoon when I pulled up to her house for the first time. It was big for this part of town, a little weathered, tall fences, High on a hill, forest out the back. If it wasn’t ten minutes from the city it would be the perfect country hideaway. I’d brought my laptop just in case, and as I leaned over to the passenger side to pick up my bag, I saw Kayly come out the front door. . .

Now when a friend tells you that he knows a photographer who needs help with learning digital photography, you form certain assumptions. Older. Maybe a little too curvy. Possibly has bad fashion sense. My entire image of the woman I was meeting was shattered as she began descending the front steps of her house. Older? Certainly. But she moved with confidence, she was obviously fit, and dressed simply and plainly in a blue halter top and black slacks. I’m pretty sure my jaw dropped. She was a stunning brunette, still managing to age gracefully, and she could actually pull off a ponytail without looking severe. If Kayly noticed my reaction at the time however she never batted an eyelid. She waited for me to close the car door before holding out her hand.
“Terry. Glad you could make it.”
I shook her hand, her skin was smooth and she was easy to look in the eye, Something about her put me at ease.
“Happy to be here.” I said. I almost added ‘I need the money’ but I stopped short. True as it was, I didn’t want to sound like a Jerk.
“Please. Come in.” She gestured to the stairs and I walked up to the house, ahead of her.
“Would you like something to drink? Soda? Beer?” Kayly asked, opening the door.
Well, she wasn’t going to card me, and it’s not like I don’t drink. “Beer’s fine.” I said walking past her, I swear to this day she gently (just barely) touched my butt on the way through.

“Wow.” I said. Her house was amazing. Photos hung from every available inch of wall. Sunset landscapes over snowy peaks, black and white scenes of bustling cities, sepia-themed photos imitating days gone by, and the occasional personal shot of friends and family here and there.
I was a little incredulous. “and you need help?” I said, turning to her.
Kayly laughed, shaking her head, a little embarrassed. “I know.” she put her hands to her cheeks. “I’ve never really gotten the hang of digital photography. Obviously, the principles are the same, but…” She trailed off. “I’m an analogue girl. I still love film.”
All I could do was nod, I didn’t know what to say. “So why change now?”
Kayly smiled and gestured to the coffee table in the centre of her living room. “If my SLR hadn’t died on me I wouldn’t have.” There was a camera on the table, in several pieces, a few tiny screwdrivers and screws here and there. “But it’s so expensive to repair them now.” Kayly sighed, taking me by the hand. “Come on, Terry let me show you what I’m working on.”

Kayly led me through her house towards the back, we passed what was obviously a darkroom and stepped through the kitchen, Without missing a beat she glided to the fridge grabbing two beers on the way through, she lightly tossed one back to me. Her work area was an old porch that had been screened in. Wooden blinds cast lines over the woodland scene behind the house. There was no fence at the back of her house, and there sitting on the table, was a laptop, a picture of a naked woman on the screen! Kayly ushered me into the seat at the desk, not even phased about the picture, the woman in the photo was playing with her breasts, her legs spread wide, her hairless pussy was obviously moist, a tinge of darkness on the fringes of her lips. I was glad for the seat because I was already becoming hard just looking at it.
Something about my silence must have registered with Kayly because she let out a gasp. “Oh, you’re not uncomfortable working on this are you?”
I shook my head, lying on instinct. “Oh no. It’s fine.”
I turned my head sideways to look at her and Kayly smiled. “I suppose you’ve seen better things on the ‘net hmmn?”
Better things? It was an odd turn of phrase I thought. Not that I minded. I changed the subject as best I could, trying to keep my mind off the throbbing in my cock. “So do you do a lot of this, er…” I gestured at the screen and Kayly smiled. “Just recently. Photography is such a hard business to make money in, and… I got tired of doing weddings all the time.”
I just nodded, feeling dumb as a brick, but I pressed on. “So is this for a website?”
The silence that followed my question was brief but intense, and then she exploded. Kayly laughed, it was a wonderful sound, a trickling happiness that made me feel embarrassed but it was comforting at the same time. “Oh god no!” She laughed again. “No. I do, intimate, shots for people.” She leaned on the word: Intimate. “A lot of people want to surprise their lovers with something special, but ugh, the pictures you see with mobile phone cameras?” She shook her head. “I’ve even had a few couples. . .” She trailed off grinning. “You’re blushing.” She giggled at my discomfort.
“Sorry.” I said.
“Don’t be.” Kayly waved her hand at my apology, shooing it away. “It’s perfectly natural. Happens to all of us.” I think for just a moment she glanced down at the tent in my pants, but I couldn’t be sure.

‘All of us’ she’d said. My brain seized upon those three words and ran with it all the way to conclusion. I imagined Kayly, crouching down, camera in hand, a naked couple in the throws of passion, pushing, thrusting, moaning. My mind’s eye zoomed in on her crotch, the wetness of her arousal soaking through her panties. Then her pants!
“So what I need to do is make the picture black and white.” She said, pulling me back to reality.
I nodded and fell into the task, showing her how, once, twice. Then I offered to let Kayly try. She didn’t even bother to take the seat, she leaned down over me, her left shoulder hovering in front of my eyes, my eyes immediately traced the curve down under her armpit to her breast, her enormous breast held in check by that halter top. I remembered I’d completely forgotten about the beer on the table in front of me and I decided to try my luck. I reached under Kayly’s bent form and pulled the beer back towards me the very top of the bottle ‘accidentally’ brushing against her restrained bosom.

“Oop!” Kayly gasped. “Sorry. I’m in your way.” She said, standing up.
Surely she couldn’t have mistaken that for an accident right? Either she was cool as a cucumber or completely oblivious. Either way she charged on, unperturbed. “Now while I’ve got you here. . .” she said, opening the top desk drawer. “I need to do a few other things. . .”
She walked me through her list and I walked her through the steps. All the while a parade of smut passing before my eyes on the screen. Every now and then Kayly would lean over me to try what I’d just shown her, and every time I had to resist the urge to touch her. The porn wasn’t helping, and when we came to the couples shots it got harder to resist. The first shot was of a man sucking deeply on the breast of a woman. His wife apparently. “They’re swingers.” Kayly said absent-mindedly. “They offered to let me join them…” She said, trailing off, my heart began to pound away at my chest like it wanted to break free. “But I don’t go for that sort of thing.” And with that my erection died. If only briefly, because the next few shots flicked by like a pornographic flip book. The man slowly kissing his way down his wife’s stomach, pushing her back up against the wall, lifting her thigh, then sinking his face deep into her hairy bush, and I could tell Kayly had captured the very moment his pursed lips found his wife’s itching clit, because there she was, head back, eyes screwed shut, pressing his head into her snatch.
“See here?” Kayly was pointing. “Something got on the lens. Ordinarily I’d just toss it, but they really liked this shot.” There was a blurry smudge, some tiny flying insect looking like a washed out tattoo covering the man’s back. “Can you remove it?”
“Sure.” I nodded. “It will take time though.” I was sure the businesslike facade I was presenting was as transparent as the windows ahead of me, but Kayly was, as always non-reactive.
“Show me.”
“It’s a lot like painting,” I said, picking out a new tool. “You’ve got to have an eye for it. . .”
I spent the longest hour of my life touching up that picture. To this day I can still remember the look on that woman’s face. I think if I ever saw her on the street I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from going from limp to stone hard and then blowing my load in three seconds flat. I was so aroused by this point, that I was even turned on by the sight of the man’s half-erect cock dangling between his bent legs. EVERYTHING about that picture screamed sex to me, at me. I was deafened by it, and when I was finally finished I was as utterly spent as if I’d spent the entire hour fucking with the couple in the photo, not just touching it up.
“Whew!” Kayly said, straightening up. “Look at the time. I’ll have to try that touch-up thing myself later.”
Kayly was right. Time had flown by. The sun had just set, and we were alone in her house, bent over a smut-filled computer, in the dark.
I stood up, finishing off the last of my beer. “Is there anything else you need me to show you?”
Kayly shook her head. “It can wait. That’s enough to get me started. Can you come by next week sometime?”
My heart just about exploded in my chest. Again? Look at porn with a hot cougar getting into my personal space the entire time? “Sure.” I said, playing it cool. “Just depends on when. I have classes until late, Monday and Wednesday.”
“Tuesday then.” Kayly said. It wasn’t a question.
“Same time?” I smiled, standing up.
“Sure.” Kayly held out her hand again and I shook it. Then she walked off to her bedroom to grab her purse, leaving me alone with the laptop. I stared at that picture, finally taking it all in. I felt like I could almost smell the sex in the room. Then I pulled back, I had to stop myself. I closed the lid and the screen went dark. Now if I could just make it back to the car without losing control I’d be alright.

Kayly returned, leafing through her purse. When she looked up, she saw the laptop, she must have, but she didn’t mention it. “Now I know photographer’s assistants get paid a whole lot, but I’m not exactly swimming in it.”
“It’s fine.” I said.
“Is twenty bucks an hour okay?”
My eyes flew wide. Twenty bucks an hour? “Sure.” I said, not even bothering to hide my surprise. “That’s great.”

Okay then. “Kayly passed me a couple of twenties and I picked up my laptop bag, she paused in the doorway and I stopped.
“You’ve got my number right?”
She nodded. “If I need anything else, I’ll call. See you Tuesday.” She reached out and put a hand on my shoulder, briefly before stepping back inside. I passed by her and down the steps, heading to my car.

I didn’t let the facade drop until I had turned into the next street. “Urghgod.” I Groaned out loud, letting all my lusts out to play at last. I imagined being there with Kayly watching as she photographed a young couple. She was wearing a tight dress, and as she crouched down to get a better shot of the woman’s pussy it would ride up, exposing her thighs, exposing her panties. Kayly’s WET panties. My fantasy Kayly wasn’t shy about threesomes, and she put down the camera and crawled up to the woman, who was sucking on her partner’s cock, watching Kayly crawl closer and closer. Fantasy Kayly ran her tongue up the woman’s thigh stopping right at the crease where leg meets crotch, she breathed in deeply, smelling her delicious scent before pushing her lips to the woman’s clit, and slowly sucking. Deeper, harder, she was moaning now, thrashing her tongue over her boyfriend’s head, and he was moaning too. I was a mute observer watching as Kayly pushed a hand to her pussy rubbing hard at her clit through her panties.

I had to pull over! I just HAD to. I’m not normally the sort to just jerk off anywhere but right then and there I didn’t care. I took a right, searching for the road I wanted. There was a lookout at the top of the hill. It would be completely deserted. I turned left and kept going uphill, by now fantasy Kayly was rolling the woman’s labia between her lips. Her boyfriend was circling around behind Kayly.
I pulled into the carpark, fumbling with my belt.
In my mind the man was pulling down fantasy Kayly’s panties. Fantasy Kayly had a close cropped bush with a little landing strip, and he gently teased her clit as my hands found my cock.

I moaned, Fantasy Kayly moaned, rocking back onto his cock, thrusting at him as I began stroking my own. Once. Twice. Faster, faster. The woman was pulling Kayly into her pussy, almost squealing as she came. I could see it perfectly, her juices dripping down Kayly’s soft chin. I pushed my hips up, hammering away at my shaft, even if there was anyone else nearby, now I didn’t care. My fantasy Kayly bucked, her hips twitching. She came. I exploded, didn’t bother to cover my cock, didn’t stop when cum spurted up onto my t-shirt, I kept stroking and my knees gave out. I groaned incoherently my hands letting go of their own accord. I collapsed in my seat, twitching. Moaning softly.

When I had finally stopped quivering I saw I’d made quite the mess. My hands were covered in sticky cum, and the waist of my t-shirt was covered in blotches. I wiped my hands on the side of my shirt and did up my pants again. I tucked the shirt into my pants. That would have to do.

Tuesday. I’d never make it to Tuesday. . .

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This is a true recollection of my first threesome.

I was just barely nineteen years old, and I had been fooling around with one of my guy friends, who we will call Asher, for a little over a year when he started dating a girl we will call Selena. Now Selena, while gorgeous (very slim, tall, blonde, tan, and big fake perky tits) was a true pain in the ass. She was clingy with Asher, always talked behind my back because she knew I had been fooling around with Asher before he got with her, an all around pain in the ass. What she didn’t know is that he and I continued our “relationship”, even though they were together.

Asher was, and still is in fact, very good looking. 6’7, muscular, dark hair and dark eyes with olive skin, Asher had no problems getting a date. The only problem was finding a girl who would go along with his kinky plans, that’s where I came in. I am a sucker for a man with a kinky side, and Asher did not fail me. We hooked up drunk at a party at the beginning of my freshman year of high school, and ever since then we would meet up and fuck like kinky little bunnies. Hell, even into our mid-twenties we’ll still get together once or twice a year and go for a marathon weekend of anything he can think up. It was during one of those weekend get togethers he propositioned me to be in a threesome with his bitch girlfriend, Selena.

Asher had grown bored of her plain vanilla sex, and wanted to try to get her into our kinky plans before he had to end things with her. I agreed on the spot. I was only thinking about the fun we’d have with her, and the bragging rights of the century I’d have. I’d get to tell everyone that I had princess Selena, the girl who talked shit behind my back for several months, on her hands and knees eating me out while her boyfriend fucked her. The thought alone was enough to get my soaking wet.

Over the next month Asher and I continued to see each other on the weekend, and he didn’t bring it up again. Then one weekend in the middle of October he told me he had a plan. He had talked to Selena and told her everything, that he wanted a threesome with her and another girl. I was shocked that he was so blunt with her, and that they were still together. He explained that they fought, because she didn’t want to, but that he kept telling her it’d be fun and nobody would know. He also neglected to tell her I was the other girl. She eventually caved and told him she’d do it.

In the coming weeks I didn’t get to see Asher much because of work, but one day he sent me a text and told me the three some was on for that night. My heart jumped into my throat. I had been with girls before, but never a girl and a guy at the same time. My nervousness soon turned to excitement at the thought of getting a little revenge on Selena though, and by the time I got home and ready to go to Asher’s apartment, I was practically running to my car.

I arrived at Asher’s place and walked in like I always did. My jaw immediately hit the floor as I saw Asher, his entire cock down Selena’s throat. He looked up and saw me and gave me a thumbs up that I returned. He put his hand on Selena’s head and held it down, whispering to her to keep her eyes closed.

“Our guest is here, Selena.. Stay down, I’m going to blindfold you, it’s supposed to be a surprise.”

She groaned a complaint around his cock but kept her head down and her eyes closed while her wrapped a blindfold around her head and tied it. Once she was securely blindfolded, I got beside her and rubbed her large tits through her shirt. She moaned and pulled away, her head dropped backwards in pleasure. I raised an eyebrow at Asher.

“She took some pills to loosen up. I think she’ll do just about anything we say or want.” He told me with a grin.

I smiled in return and leaned down to Selena, kissing her lips. She eagerly returned the kiss, shoving her tongue in my mouth. We kissed and I straddled her lap, ripping her blouse open roughly as we made put on front of Asher. I pulled her shirt off and threw it away from us, groping her naked tits. I broke the kiss and pulled away from her, standing up I looked to Asher.

“Can I eat her?” I asked him breathlessly, barely able to contain my excitement.

He nodded and started running his dick in his hand, telling Selena to show her pussy to me. She did immediately, hiking up her skirt to reveal her puffy hairless pussy. I groaned and stood up, quickly shedding all my clothes and undergarments before diving into her. I attacked her pussy with my tongue and scratched her inner thighs as I pushed her legs out as far as they’d go. With her slick sweet pussy open to me, I buried my face in it and started tongue fucking her slippery cunt, my nose rubbing her clit hard as I fiercely ate her out.

“Goddamn that’s hot! Don’t stop, mm girls.. Don’t stop.” I heard Asher talking behind me but I didn’t care, I was in heaven. I was so focused on giving Selena her first earth shattering orgasm from the mouth a chick, I didn’t hear Asher get behind me. It was only when I felt his large cock press against my asshole I knew what he was doing. I was no stranger to anal sex, but rarely did it with Asher due to his size, but that night, he was dead set on fucking my ass so I moaned and opened up to him. As he worked his thick cockhead into my tight anal ring, I started suckling Selena’s hard little clit, my fingers working deep into her soaked snatch. She screamed out and started grinding against my fingers, so I added a third and kept fingerfucking her and sucking her clit. Moments after adding a third finger she gasped and her pussy juice exploded onto my chin. I immediately started lapping up her pussy and swallowing every drop that went into my mouth. Suddenly a pain ripped through my body, and I realized Asher must have got impatient not getting any pleasure, and yanked my body backwards, impaling my asshole onto his big fat cock. I screamed and gritted my teeth.

“Fuck you Asher, jesus! You can’t do that with that fucking monster you call a cock!”

Asher laughed and slowly pulled me back and forth on his cock, rubbing my hips as he did. I looked at Selena and rubbed her pussy, and she tensed up, moaning.

“Oh god, it’s you, isn’t it? Jenni, is that you?” She sad as she sat up and took the blindfold off, looking at me on my elbows and knees, face first in her cunt as her previously thought to be devoted boyfriend was balls deep in my asshole. I nodded and kept rubbing her pussy, licking around her clit slowly. She moaned and flopped back, covering her face in embarrassment. I grinned and sucked her clit between my lips, causing her to scream out and moan. Then she did the unthinkable. She sat up, looked down at me licking and sucking her clit, and told me she wanted to taste me.

I stopped in my tracks, my heart skipping a beat again, but I nodded and pushed back against Asher.

“Ash.. She wants to taste me, let me up.”

Asher growled and kept a hold on my hips, thrusting into my ass harder.

“Ow fuck! Just let me sit on the damn thing then, you can put it right back.” He considered the idea then pulled back quickly, yanking his cock from my tight asshole with a pop.

Asher sat on the couch and I stood up, my back facing him as I sat down on his fat knob, his hand guiding it back into my slick asshole. I positioned myself so my feet were on the edge of the couch and my legs spread, and he started pushing up into my asshole, slowly fucking me. I looked down at Selena and beckoned her to me. She crawled on her hands and knees sheepishly, watching her boyfriends cock slide deep into my ass. I smiled as she approached and told her to do what I did to her. She shakily nodded her head and started to lick my dripping pussy from my clit all the way down to Asher’s cock sliding in and out of my asshole. I moaned and leaned back into Asher, pulling Selena’s head into my pussy as she ate me out.

Asher started thrusting harder and faster into my tight hole and Selena was getting the hang of pussy eating quickly, I was in heaven again. With the warm tongue darting in and out of my pussy and Asher’s fat cock violating my ass, I lost it. I ground my pussy into Selena’s face as my girly cum squirted into her mouth and my asshole clamped hard around Asher’s cock. He gasped and pulled me down hard by the hips, moaning as he sprayed his thick cum deep into my bowels. I screamed and went limp against his body, Selena still lapping my juices up hungrily.

After a few minutes I pushed her head away and leaned forward, moaning as Asher’s cock started to slip from my hole. With a wet pop we were separated and I fell down on my knees, moaning as I felt his cum start to leak out of my asshole. Asher sat forward and pushed me over on my hands and knees, forcing three fingers easily into my ass as I screamed in pleasure. He yanked his fingers out and I sighed. I heard I little commotion behind me and suddenly Selena was behind me, leaning down over my asshole that was propped up in the air and she surprised us again. Selena started licking her boyfriend’s cum out of my asshole, paying great attention to make sure she got it all. Asher held her head there and told her to get it all as he forcefully fingered her pussy, making her cum once more as she licked my ass clean.

After that night I hooked up with both of them many more times, and selena even moved in with me now that we were fuck buddies. I still see Asher, and I’ve hooked up with Selena in the last month, but we three haven’t gotten together again. Maybe soon…

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About a time when I picked up an older woman after Pride

The first time I was with an older woman was a few years ago. I was 22 and she was in her mid forties. We were at a Pride after party of friend of an ex was hosting and got to talking. She had only just come out in the last year, and had an exhusband and a son in high school.

I could tell she was really nervous as we sat in the back yard drinking and smoking cigarettes. She was telling me about how she had a new condo where she lived with her son who was in high school and how exciting her first pride was. She was also eying me up a lot, but really shyly and trying to act like she wasn’t. I though she was pretty cute for a middle aged lady, especially since she was small enough for me to throw over my shoulder.

As the party was winding down I decided to take a chance and invited her back to my place for a few more drinks. She stuttered a few times and blushed but she accepted. I only lived a few blocks away so we walked over, sharing another cigarette and she nervously held my hand. I opened up the front door to my building and led her downstairs to my basement apartment.

When we got inside I picked her up by her thighs and brought her head up to mine for a kiss. She was all of five feet and weighed maybe 115. I’m not huge by any means at 5’8” but I towered over her and it was fun to pick her up. She opened her mouth for my tongue, tasting of cigarettes and cheap Chardonnay as I spun her around to put her butt on the kitchen counter. We kissed like that for a few minutes as she wrapped her legs around my waist, the bottom of her dress bunching up between us.

She started panting heavily into my mouth and I pulled back from her, running my hands down her body from her shoulders, over her breasts and down to her legs, then back up under her dress. I found the crotch of her panties with one hand and ran my fingers up and down it, feeling that they were damp. I lifted her bum off the counter for a second and began to pull her panties down as she rolled her head back and stared at the felling through half open eyes. Her panties fell off her ankles revealing a small well trimmed bush of black hairs. I filled her head back for a kiss with one hand while the other went between her legs.

I ran my fingers up and down her lips, enjoying her moans and the humping of her hips as she tried to get one of my fingers inside of her. I obliged her with first one finger then two. Her first orgasm of the night touched off when I began to circle her clit with my thumb and she squeezed her legs together so tight I thought she was trying to crush my hand. She was no longer able to concentrate on kissing me, so I left her lips and moved my head down between her thighs.

She managed to gasp “I have haven’t showered yet,” but I was already pressing my tongue into her. She was a little sweaty, but the taste of her arousal overpowered it. When my lips found her little clit and I pressed my tongue against it, she became incoherent, moaning and writhing against another orgasm. From what she had told me earlier that night I knew that she had never been very explorative in bed with her ex-husband, so I decided to broaden her horizons. I took one of the fingers that had been inside her and was still slick and I pressed it against her asshole. I felt her tense up for a second, but then she pushed her body down onto my finger and it slid all the way into her ass.

We stayed like that for what must have been fifteen minutes, her splayed across my kitchen counter, humping her pussy against my have and grinding against the finger in her ass. Finally she had enough and she weekly pushed my head away, my finger coming out with a small pop as her asshole closed behind it. She was semi coherent, but she begged me to let her eat me.

I picked her up and tossed her over my shoulder, caressing and grabbing her ass as I carried her into my bedroom. I lay her down on my bed and quickly took off my boots pants and underwear. Then I climbed up on the bed, kneeled with one knee beside each of her ears and lowered myself onto her mouth. I was also pretty sweaty after being in the sun all day at the parade, but she seemed entranced by my bush and wet lips poking through the hair. She started licking, nervously at first but she quickly got into it, alternating between pushing her tongue into me and circling my clit. She obviously hadn’t done it many times before, but enthusiasm made up for a lack of experience. I decided that I wanted to keep playing with her as she ate me, so I quickly turned around, settling my pussy back on her face, her nose between my ass cheeks. She got back to licking me as I pulled her dress up past her waist and over her chest, revealing a small pair of breasts covered in a black bra. I pulled the bra up as well so all of her clothes were bunched around her neck and started squeezing and playing with her breasts. She increased the pace or her licking as I started pulling on and playing with her large dark nipples.

Eventually her clumsy but enthusiastic licking set me over the edge. I sat down hard on her face, briefly smothering her as I twisted her nipples and rode out the orgasm. When I rolled off of her she was panting for breath, sweating and with a huge grin on her face. We cuddled up and almost immediately fell asleep.

When I woke up in the morning she was gone, but she had forgotten her panties and they were still in a pile on my kitchen floor.

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Laura, a lesbian, has fallen into debt and is being blackmailed into taking part in a research study to “cure” her lesbianism….

Chapter 7
CONTROLLING ERICA

The aphrodisiac pills were torture. Laura’s body had barely finished dealing with the ones she had taken that morning; another dose already was insufferable. By the time she had finished her walk to the Mayim Clinic her panties were freshly soaked, and cunt juices were dribbling down the inside of Laura’s legs. Laura didn’t care. She was using all her willpower just to avoid pulling up her skirt and masturbating right here in the street. She knew that up ahead, at the Clinic, she would get to sit in that wonderful chair, and let it fuck her twat while she watched porn.

She was in for a disappointment.

Amy met Laura in the clinic waiting room. She looked at Laura’s flushed face, heard her heavy breathing, and had to stifle a giggle.

“Oh honey,” she said, “did you take the pills for tonight as well as during the day? You didn’t need to! We’re not putting you in the chair tonight!”

Laura almost collapsed. No chair? But her pussy needed it. She needed to feel the long plastic dildo inside her. She needed the pressure at her anus. She needed to be strapped down and made to cum, again and again.

“What…” she started to ask, and then realised that she was still in view of the receptionist. She hurried out of the waiting room and into the clinic corridor, and then said, “What do you mean? I take the pill every time I come here.”

“Not tonight,” said Amy. She reached out and gently touched Laura’s chin, pushing it upwards. Laura found herself looking into Amy’s eyes, and she realised she had been staring at Amy’s tits.

“Then what are we doing?” asked Laura.

“We’re just going to download the data from your implant, and then talk to you about the next stage. You don’t even need to get undressed.”

Laura felt like crying. She knew in her heart that she was acting like a slut but she couldn’t help herself. The drugs were pushing aside all rational thought and all she could think about was her pussy.

“Could I… use the chair anyway?” she asked quietly.

Amy was smirking in a way that was mostly sympathetic but more than a little cruel. “No, that’s an expensive chair, Laura. It’s not just there to service your pussy.”

Laura blushed and looked away. But she still wanted it.

“I’ll tell you what. Honestly, we could probably get our readings from the chip easier if you were undressed, so you can get naked if you want. And then, if you want to play with your pussy while we do our work, I’ll pretend that it’s not super-disgusting, okay? But Royce will be there and he’ll be watching.”

Laura understood what Amy was telling her. She could get naked and masturbate in public, in front of a boy, even though they didn’t need her to and in fact didn’t want her to.

“Can I go use a bathroom and do it there?” she asked.

“No, we need to get started,” said Amy. “If you’re going to be a whore, you’ll need to do it while we’re getting work done.”

Laura nodded, and quietly said, “Okay.”

Amy took her to a new room, one much like a doctor’s office. Royce was waiting here. The room was small and Royce was closer than Laura had thought he would be, almost looming over her. But she was a slave to the drugs, so, trembling, she started pulling off her clothes.

Royce watched with delight as Laura’s large tits popped into her view, and clearly enjoyed seeing Laura expose her sopping wet, pouty cunt. He enjoyed it even more when Laura followed Amy’s direction to lie on the surgical bed with her legs spread, and then began to gently stroke her bare twat.

“You know, we don’t need you to touch yourself, Laura,” said Royce.

Laura felt like crying still. “I know,” she said, her voice breaking, as she continued to finger her cunt. Dimly Laura wondered where Dr Windred was tonight; ultimately she decided she didn’t care.

As Laura masturbated, Amy waved a device like a TV remote over Laura’s vagina, presumably downloading from the implant. Laura let the pleasure roll over her, and moved from stroking herself to vigorously fucking her fingers in and out of her cunt. She closed her eyes.

“Laura!” said Amy sharply, and Laura opened her eyes again. “Royce has things to tell you about the program. I need you to look at him, please.”

Laura looked at Royce. He was grinning at her. She realised she was looking at a boy while masturbating. A real boy, close enough to touch her. A boy who was looking at and enjoying her naked tits and twat. It was so wrong. She fingerfucked her cunt harder, making little involuntary slutty moans.

“Okay, Laura, we’ve got your baseline readings from you now,” Royce said. “Thank you so much for coming in and pleasuring yourself on our machines.”

“Thank you for letting me play with myself like a whore,” Laura said. That was what she was supposed to say, wasn’t it? It was so hard to think on the aphrodisiac drugs.

“We’re now moving into the active program. The goal of the program, as you know, is to sexually reorient you so you enjoy and indeed crave sex with males. As you know, that’s not possible, because you were born a lesbian, so you don’t need to be too worried.”

That sounded good to Laura. She nodded, and pushed her fingers further into her fuckhole.

“Now, honestly, some of the components of the program will involve you doing strange things at home, and some of them directly involve your lover. Her name’s Erica, right?”

Laura nodded.

“You’re simply not going to be able to conceal them all from Erica. So it’s really important that you secure her cooperation. There’s a lot of ways you can do this – Laura, are you listening?”

Laura wasn’t listening. She was focusing on her pussy. Roy petulantly reached out and pinched Laura’s nipple. She squealed. He pinched it again.

“Are you paying attention now?”

Laura nodded enthusiastically. Her boob hurt where he had pinched it. She noticed he hadn’t let go of her breast; his hand was still resting on it. It felt good.

“Okay, so as I was saying, you need to secure Erica’s cooperation. You can do it a lot of ways. You can be honest and truthful with her, and gain her support. That’s a good strategy, but you should bear in mind some of the components of the program are pretty strange. She might not be okay with them. What we recommend instead is that you set up a situation with your lover where she knows to do what you say and not ask questions. You should teach her that sex happens when you want it, not when she does, that you don’t ask permission, and that sometimes it involves hurting or degrading her. You should teach her to ask permission to not do things that she dislikes, rather than just tell you she won’t do them. You should make her feel guilty and insecure so that she doesn’t want to confront you about things. Do you think you can do that, Laura?”

Degrading Erica. Right now, it seemed so naughty. Yes – Laura wanted that. She wanted to push Erica down and just rape her. Erica was submissive anyway; she liked it when Laura took charge. Laura just had to tell Erica to be good and behave for a few months while she got this program stuff done. Laura nodded to Royce. Yes, she could dominate her girlfriend.

Royce squeezed Laura’s tit appreciatively. She gasped with happiness.

“Okay, so to show you’re ready to go, we’ll need you to bring us some pictures of Erica. You don’t need to come in tomorrow, so your next session is Monday night. Bring us the pictures before then. We need a photo of Erica completely naked. We need a close up of her cunt. We need a photo of her masturbating, a photo of her with an object inserted in her pussy, and a photo of her pissing. Remember to take your pill before coming in on Monday, okay?”

Laura nodded. She felt her orgasm approaching. And then Royce squeezed her tit again, and it sent her over the edge. She bucked up and down on the table, squealing with happiness, looking into Royce’e eyes.

“Good kitten,” he said, and stroked her hair as she came down from her orgasm.

***

Laura was still feeling the effects of the drugs as she got home. Because she hadn’t had a session in the chair, she was home earlier than expected, and caught Erica still making dinner.

“Oh, honey, you’re early. Was there not enough work tonight?” asked the gorgeous strawberry blonde girl. She was wearing an apron over the top of a short summer dress.

Work? Laura remembered she had told Erica that she was working at the clinic. She also remembered what Royce had said about controlling Erica. She looked at her lover, with the kitchen light shining through her hair, and she remembered how much she loved this girl, and how lucky she was to have her. And then her pussy twitched, and she remembered how much she wanted to fuck her, as well.

“I’m going to fuck you,” said Laura, in a throaty, sexy voice that wasn’t like her at all. She walked towards Erica and grabbed Erica’s shoulders, pushing Erica down towards the floor.

“The dinner’s on,” protested Erica. “I need to watch it.”

Laura let go of Erica, walked over to the stove, and turned off all the burners. Satisfied that nothing would catch on fire, she walked back to Erica, lifted her skirt, reached into Erica’s panties, and cruelly pinched Erica’s clitoris. Erica shrieked and fell against Laura, trying to pull her pussy away from Laura’s hand.

“When I say I’m going to fuck you, you get on your knees, because you love me, do you understand?” whispered Laura.

“What?” squealed Erica. Laura pinched her clitoris again, producing another squeal.

“When I say I’m going to fuck you, you get on your knees,” repeated Laura. “What do you do when I say I’m going to fuck you?” She prodded at Erica’s clit again for emphasis.

“I get on my knees,” gasped Erica, clearly on the edge of tears. She was shocked at Laura’s sudden violence and didn’t know what was going on.

“Good girl,” said Laura. She released Erica’s clit, and looked at Erica expectantly. Slowly, the girl sank to her knees, her face level with Laura’s cunt.

Laura raised her skirt, pulled her panties aside, and guided Erica’s mouth to her swollen, moisty twat. She gasped happily as Erica began to obediently lick at her.

“I don’t think you’re grateful enough to me,” said Laura as Erica lapped at her fuckhole. “You were a submissive little whore in school. You didn’t even have the guts to come out and confess you were a lesbian. I had to seduce you before you even admitted how much you like cunt.” She pulled Erica’s face tighter against her cunny. “If it weren’t for me, I bet you have ended up letting some boy fuck you. Instead of having a career and a lovely house and a girlfriend, you’d be some boy’s little fuckbitch, down on all fours every night getting cum in your pussy.”

Laura felt Erica start to shake, and she realised Erica was crying. The licking hadn’t stopped, but Laura started to feel guilty, and she would have pulled away and apologised to Erica if, at that moment, she hadn’t felt the most wonderful feeling – Erica’s hot, salty tears against Laura’s inner thigh. Erica was literally crying into Laura’s cunt, and it was one of the most erotic things she had ever experienced. Laura gasped with sudden delight and pushed harder against Erica’s face. As Erica cried and licked, her breath occasionally caught in long, shuddering sobs, and each time the sudden change of rhythmn in Erica’s breath made Laura feel amazing. How had she never realised how good it was to be licked out by a crying girl?

She knew why Erica was so distressed, of course. There was an element of truth in what Laura was saying. Erica had been brought up to expect to be married to a decent man and play housewife. She had no interest in boys but she probably really would have just let some man marry her and rape her every night if Laura hadn’t intervened.

“I love you so much and give you so much,” Laura continued as Erica ate her pussy, “and all I ask is that you keep the house financed. But you can’t even do that right. I have to go out and work a second job to make up for the fact that you’re too much of a prude to fuck whoever you need to to get promoted.”

That too was true. Erica often talked about how her boss made come-ons to her; she was fairly certain if she submitted to her boss’ advances she would receive a promotion. But she was a lesbian, and he was a man, and besides Erica turned red even talking about sex, let alone offering herself up as a prostitute to her boss.

“So that’s why….” Laura began, steeling herself for the bluff she was about to make next, and at the same time feeling a wonderful trembling start in her pussy. “That’s why… I’m going to break up with you.” And just as she said it, and as Erica gasped in shock and horror, Laura orgasmed, bucking her hips against Erica’s face.

Erica pulled away from Laura’s pussy. There were tears streaming down her face, mingling with the juices from Laura’s pussy. A moment ago Laura would have found it erotic, but now, coming down from her orgasm, it just looked pathetic.

“Why?” cried Erica. “I love you! I love you so much!”

“You don’t act like it,” said Laura. “You’re always complaining about what I spend my money on, and implying that I flirt with boys like some kind of slut, and saying no to me when I want you to pretend to be some kind of sexy character I’ve seen on TV.”

“I do! I love you!” wept Erica. She was still down on her knees, and now she crawled forward and tried to hug Laura’s leg. Laura jerked her leg out of the way.

“Are you asking me to give you another chance?” asked Laura.

“Yes, yes,” cried Erica. She looked so pathetic down there, snivelling and wet and covered with cunt slime.

“What will you do to earn a second chance?” asked Laura.

“Anything,” pleaded Erica. “Please, anything. I’ll be good.”

“I want three things from you,” said Laura. She had thought about what she was going to ask for. She had to make it clear to Erica that things were different now, and teach Erica that she really would do anything to be with Laura.

“What?” asked Erica. “Anything!”

“First, I want you to be more sexually available. I want you to grant my every sexual fantasy. It doesn’t matter what it is, it doesn’t matter if you enjoy it or even if you hate it. You do what I say, without asking questions, without making comment.”

“Yes!” gasped Erica, still crying. “Yes, I’ll do it.”

“Think about it, baby,” said Laura. She reached down and stroked Erica’s face. “Anything. If I want to slap you while we fuck, I’ll slap you. If I want to urinate in your mouth, you’ll drink it. Are you really read to do whatever I want?”

Erica looked horrified by the thought of drinking Laura’s urine, and to be honest Laura was horrified by it too. She didn’t want to do that to Erica. But she needed to know Erica wasn’t going to wuss out at the first kinky demand. Leaving aside the Clinic, Laura did have some fairly specific fantasies she wanted Erica’s help with, and some of them involved the plastic strap-on cock she’d bought that day.

“Erica?” prompted Laura.

“Yes,” said a defeated Erica.

“I can slap you while we fuck?” asked Laura.

“Yes,” said Erica quietly.

“Good girl,” said Laura. She moved her leg, to let Erica cuddle up to it like a pet. Erica hugged it gratefully.

“Secondly,” said Laura, “I want a better level of devotion from my girlfriend. I don’t want to come home and find you still cooking dinner, or loafing around like a lazy slut.”

“I won’t,” mumbled Erica, but Laura wasn’t finished.

“You know those play handcuffs in the underwear drawer, honey? I want you to use them. When I come home, I want to find you kneeling naked on the floor, in front of the front door, with the door wide open and your hands cuffed behind your back, ready to lick my pussy.”

Erica looked worried. “With the door open? But… people will see me…”

“Probably not. If you don’t turn the lights on in the hallway they’ll have to look hard to see you. And even if they do notice you naked and kneeling like a good little slut, so what? They’ll just know that I have a great girlfriend, and that’s okay.” Laura stroked Erica’s face. “You have lovely tits, baby. It’s a shame the way you always hide them away.”

Erica self-consciously pressed her breasts against Laura’s leg.

“Will you do it?” asked Laura. “Every night, naked and kneeling.”

Erica looked up at Laura, searching for a way out, a sign that Laura would relent. But there was none. “Yes,” she finally said, in a quiet voice.

Laura smiled. “And finally I want to cum in your pussy.”

“What?” gasped Erica. “What do you mean?”

Laura bent down and picked up the bag from the adult shop.

“No questions, no protests, remember? I’m going to explain what’s going to happen, and you’re going to keep your pretty mouth shut unless you’re using it to lick something. If you say one word, it is over between us.”

She got out one of the vials and looked at it. It was disgusting, which meant it was perfect for breaking Erica in right now.

“This is pig cum,” said Laura, holding up the vial. “I’m pouring it into a special ejaculating strap-on cock.”

Erica watched as Laura filled the plastic cock from the vial. The pig cum was surprisingly fluid – Laura had expected something sticky and chunky, for some reason.

“I’m going to strap on this dildo, and then I’m going to fuck you in the pussy with it. I’m not going to care about whether you’re enjoying it, because this is you showing me you’ll do what it takes to stay with me. Eventually the dildo is going to “cum”, and spray the inside of your pretty little womb with pig semen.”

Erica looked like she might be sick. Laura ignored her.

“Then I’m going to refill the dildo with more pig cum, and then I’m going to fuck your mouth with it, until I cum there too. You’re going to swallow every last drop of the pig cum, or it’s over between us. Okay?”

Erica was crying again, but she nodded. Laura pulled Erica’s face towards her cunt in a comforting motion, but it was really intended to let Laura feel that wonderful sensation of Erica crying into her cunt again. She knew that Erica was hers to control. Maybe not totally – there would be some things Erica would rebel at – but if she was going to let Laura ejaculate pig cum into her mouth, then clearly Laura had a strong hold over her.

**

Erica kept crying all the way to the bedroom. It was sexy up to a point, but annoying and offputting after that. Laura finally took pity on her, and fetched her a glass of water with one of the Clinic’s aphrodisiac pills secretly mixed into it. She watched Erica drink it, and then sat on the bed with Erica, stroking her hair and kissing her, until the pill kicked in. She knew it was working when Erica started to breathe heavily and become flushed. She was aroused, despite the imminent threat of rape and pig semen.

With Erica primed, Laura buckled the strap on around her waist. It had a smaller, but still significant, dildo on the interior side of the harness that pushed deliciously into Laura’s fuckhole. Any motion on the main dildo would cause a similar motion inside Laura. Plastic cock attached, Laura pushed Erica down on the bed and spread her legs.

Laura moaned with delight as she slid the strap-on into Erica’s twat. She had fucked Erica with a dildo before, but not like this. The vibrators in the strap-on buzzed at just the right frequency, and the interior dildo pushed hard against Laura’s cunt as the main phallus met resistance in Erica’s tight little cunny. On top of all that, it reminded Laura of the videos she had seen at the clinic, of men fucking women, and that in turn reminded her of the chair, of having repeated public orgasms in front of the beautiful Amy.

Erica moaned too, unable to help herself with the Mayim Clinic drugs in her system. Laura leaned down and kissed her girlfriend on the lips. Erica’s mouth was wet and soft and Laura was immediately addicted to sucking on Erica’s salty, nimble tongue. The two girls made muffled noises of happiness as they passionately french kissed, and Laura slowly pumped her hips up and down against her lover’s slutbox.

Remembering that she was supposed to be educating Erica, Laura pulled away, contemplated her lover’s ecstasy-flushed face, and then slapped Erica sharply across the cheek with her hand. Erica squealed, but before she could complain Laura was leaning down and kissing her again.

For the next little while Laura repeated this pattern – fucking Erica’s pussy while kissing her, and then pulling away and painfully slapping her, before returning for more kisses. She wriggled her hand down between their wet, nude bodies, and found Erica’s clitoris, which she started to painfully and randomly pinch as they fucked. A confused Erica tried to protest the pain but was at the same time filled with arousal and lust from the drugs. Laura made a game of it, seeing how much pain and shock she could give Erica without Erica losing her arousal. She pulled hard on Erica’s nipples, pulled her hair, and wiggled an unwelcome finger into Erica’s anus. By the time Laura was close to cumming, Erica was crying again, tears running from her eyes even as she enthusiastically bucked back against Laura’s plastic strap-on.

Then the strap on started to twitch as its internal sensors decided it was time to cum. Laura disappointingly couldn’t feel anything special as it started to spurt its payload into Erica, but she could tell from Erica’s horrified face that her lover most definitely COULD feel it, and was intensely aware of the sticky white pig sperm being sprayed into her uterus. Laura slapped Erica’s surprised, disgusted face again, and then leaned in kiss the girl just as Laura’s own orgasm exploded delightfully in her cunt.

Erica hadn’t cum, but Laura didn’t care. This felt wonderful; fucking a girl violently, just taking what Laura wanted and using her like a toy. She realised that this was something that had been building up inside her – her resentment at Erica for having a better job, for making more money. She wanted to hurt Erica for being better than Laura. She wanted to hurt Erica for making Laura feel worthless by comparison. She wanted to hurt Erica for being such a submissive, useless cunt. Most of all, Laura felt powerless and scared about what was happening to her with her blackmailer and with the clinic and with her boss, and she felt trapped and degraded, and she really, really wanted to take it out on someone. And here was Erica, being a sexy, obedient little fuckpig. She slapped Erica again for good measure.

Before, she would have been scared that Erica would leave her if Laura acted like this. But that was before she’d discovered just how much Erica would do to stay with her. Now she knew that Erica would let Laura rape and hit her and it was all okay. If anything, Laura realised, she would have to keep going now. If she kept using Erica like this, Erica would learn it was normal. If Laura backed off or apologised, Erica might realise just how fucked up tonight was, and think twice about it.

Once she’d recovered from her orgasm, Laura climbed off Erica. Both girls were dripping with sweat in a very appealing way. Laura reached down and grabbed the plastic cock to remove it from the halter. Her hand ended up sticky with cunt nectar and pig sperm. She hurriedly opened the base of the cock, refilled it with more pig sperm from the bottle, and then reattached it. She looked at her sticky, spermy hand, and then reached down and deliberately wiped it clean in Erica’s hair. Erica recoiled in disgust but said nothing. She looked up at Laura with pleading, hurting eyes, so Laura slapped her again.

Next Laura moved around so she was in a 69 position over Erica, the plastic cock lined up with Erica’s mouth. “Open up, honey,” she said, and pushed her hips forward. Erica clearly didn’t want to open her mouth – the tip of the dildo was still smeared with pig cum from its first use – but as Laura kept pushing down with more pressure, Erica eventually submitted and allowed the strap-on into her mouth. Laura pressed a little further, but then realised that the full length of the cock wouldn’t fit into Erica’s mouth without Erica gagging. She briefly regretted never teaching Erica to suppress her gag reflex previously, but then Laura had never realised she’d want to do this to Erica until this week. Laura could hardly complain – she’d have just as much difficulty swallowing a cock of that size. She would have to practice, she thought to herself.

In any case, she settled for clamping Erica’s head hard between her knees, and keeping her crotch raised slightly above Erica’s mouth so as not to choke her. It meant she wouldn’t be able to feel Erica’s breath and her tears on her cunt, but Laura supposed she couldn’t have anything. Once she was sure Erica was managing the phallus, Laura began to slowly and gently pump her hips up and down, driving the cock in and out of Erica’s lips.

While Erica struggled to suck on the big plastic dick, Laura contemplated her lover’s pussy. It was wet and engorged and sopping wet with pussy juices, but it also had a thick slimy rope of pig cum dripping from it. Laura was initially repulsed, but then she remembered her experience sucking on the strap on today. The cum had tasted good. Would this taste good too? It came from a pig – which was disgusting. A male pig. A real one, too – this wasn’t a fake substitute. But it looked so sexy there, in her lover’s twat. It seemed so obvious looking at it that this was how a vagina was meant to look – wet, ready for fucking, and with a trace of semen leaking from it.

Laura’s cunt made her decision for her. It wanted sex. it wanted slutty, whorish actions. It wanted to cum again and again. Bowing to its commands, Laura leant forward and began licking Erica’s beaver.

And oh, it was good. The cunt juices were thick and nectary and flavoured with sweat, while the cum was thick and sticky and salty. Erica squealed and tried to pull her cunt away when Laura started, clearly repulsed by the idea of her lover deliberately licking cum from her pussy, but Laura held her still, and pushed the strap-on a bit further into Erica’s mouth than was comfortable by way of warning, and Erica got the message and held still. With Erica compliant, Laura was free to bury her face in the delicious, wet pussy, to rub her cheeks and nose all around in Erica’s soft moist dampness, and to probe her tongue as deep into Erica’s snatch as it would go to lick out the cum. When it became clear her tongue had tasted everything it could reach, Laura started digging her fingers into Erica’s fuckhole, pulling out big scoops of semen and then licking them from her fingers.

It was amazing. A part of Laura felt uncomfortable with it. Could she be a lesbian and like the taste of cum? Apparently she could. She didn’t want a man to put it into her, but when the semen got in her mouth anyway it was an amazing sensation. It was like rich, melting chocolate, only better. It was like a sweet vodka mix, only better. It was like sugar melting on her tongue, only better. She couldn’t get enough of it.

At some point during the exploration of Erica’s snatch, Erica orgasmed. Laura didn’t care. In fact she felt annoyed; Erica shouldn’t get to enjoy this. She viciously pinched Erica’s clitoris as Erica shuddered and moaned around the fat plastic cock, but the pinches only seemed to make Erica cum harder. Laura vindictively pushed her plastic cock further into Erica’s mouth until she felt Erica start to choke, and smiled. That was more like it. She let Erica choke for a little, and then pulled back.

After a while, Laura felt her strap-on twitching again, and smiled happily at the thought that it was even now filling Erica’s mouth with the delicious pig sperm. She sighed happily, resting her face against Erica’s pussy, until the strap-on had done its work, and then quickly pulled out of Erica’s mouth, turned around so as to reverse the 69, sunk the cock back into Erica’s twat, and then began to kiss Erica passionately on the mouth.

As she had hoped, Erica’s mouth still tasted of sperm. Laura ran her tongue around the inside of Erica’s mouth, catching the last drips of semen and delightedly sucking them down her throat. Erica only moaned, overwhelmed and broken. Laura bucked against Erica’s pussy until she herself came a second time, and then finally pulled out.

As she lay there next to the exhausted Erica, she unbuckled the strap on and passed it to her girlfriend.

“This is for you to clean. it was nice to you today, so you kiss it to say thank you before anything else. Then you clean it. Cleaning it means you lick it clean as far as possible with your tongue. Then you pour water into the inside of it, tip the water back out, and drink the water. That pig cum is expensive and I want to make sure we don’t waste any. It all goes inside you. Once you’ve done that you clean it inside and outside with soap and water, okay?”

Erica nodded, forlornly. Laura could see she was about to start crying again. She leaned over and kissed Erica.

“Good girl,” she said. “Good little lesbian slut.”

And she thought to herself that if sex from now on was going to be like this, the Clinic had done her a favour in suggesting she treat Erica this way.

(To be continued…)

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Claire’s reluctant work at the woman-demeaning lobby group “Titcage” has transformed her into a slut.

Chapter 33
CLAIRE’S NEW BODY

That week Michael told Claire that she would be being taken out of the office for a week for a special project, and so would Slutkitten and Cuntcandy (Claire’s sister Steph).

Claire wanted to know what, but she couldn’t talk with a mouthful of Michael’s cock, so she just waited there, naked, on her knees, for him to explain.

“You’ll be going into hospital, Fucktwat,” Michael explained to her, stroking her hair. “We’re going to enlarge your tits and take them up to an E cup. And Kitten and Candy are long overdue for their own boob jobs; they’ll both be getting D cups.”

Claire felt both scared and excited. Scared because Titcage were going to change her body, and give her even bigger udders. But excited because she knew that with bigger tits she would be a more worthwhile person. She already felt proud whenever she saw her smaller-titted friends, knowing that she would earn more money and please men better because of her larger chest. With E cups, men would stare at her even more, and although that would make her feel even sluttier and more whorish, she couldn’t deny that she liked getting attention from men. It made her feel like she wasn’t completely pointless.

She was pleased for Kitten and Candy too. She had been embarassed for them and their small tits – and, to be honest, she had often regretted they didn’t have bigger slutmelons when she fucking them, because it would be more fun to play with their boobs if they were bigger.

Michael came in Claire’s mouth, and after he had given her permission to swallow his sperm, Claire thanked him both for the cum, and for arranging to make her udders bigger.

The actual procedure itself was simple. Claire, Kitten and Candy all went into the hospital together. They were stripped naked, photographed, measured, and answered questions for a variety of nurses about their medical condition and their sexual history. Claire and Kitten were both eager to get bigger boobs. Candy – Steph – was not so eager and tried to run away several times. Kitten and Claire had to hold her hands tightly to make her do what the doctors wanted and tell the doctors that she was consenting to breast implants.

Claire felt frustrated with Steph. A part of Claire remembered how she would have felt months ago about this idea – horrified, degraded, and scared – but that was in the past. Now the laws had changed and women with small boobs were objectively less valuable than women with bigger tits. If Steph didn’t get this surgery, no one would ever want her. She was lucky to still be at Titcage with such a comparitively flat chest, and not have been fired. The law change had sparked a boom in plastic surgery. It was very expensive now, but Titcage was going to pay all their costs. The three sluts were very lucky to have this opportunity, and Claire wished Steph could appreciate that. Besides, Claire was really looking forward to squeezing and licking Steph’s new hooters, and Claire knew now that if a slut refused to cater to your sexual whims you needed to force her.

Eventually the girls were taken into surgery. Claire went under the anaesthetic, and when she woke up, groggily, she was lying in a hospital bed. She was completely nude, with no covers over her, and her arms were secured above her head and her legs were secured spread-eagled to the bottom of the bed.

To her satisfaction, though, her tits were bigger. They felt heavier on her chest, and they bulged in a firm, round, satisfying way that Claire liked. Or rather, that Fucktwat liked. It was Claire who had D cup tits. These big melons belonged to Fucktwat.

Claire soon learned that Kitten and Candy were in the room with her, on the other side of curtains. The first doctor to enter the room pulled the curtains aside, and Claire was able to see her sister and her lover. They looked amazing with their new D-cup breasts, much more like the whores that Claire knew they were. Claire wanted to kiss them and lick their boobs but she was strapped into her bed.

The room was a private room, arranged by Titcage, and Titcage had told the hospital staff the three girls were available for their use. Doctors and nurses both would come into the room and fuck the girls as they lay their healing, being careful to be tender with their new augmented tits. The lead surgeon explained some of what had been done to Claire as he tilted Claire’s bed into a nearly-upright position and then stuck his cock into Claire’s pussy while standing up.

“Obviously you have these new, improved breast sizes. But we’ve made a few other changes too. Most women who get breast implants find that it decreases the sensitivity in their breasts, but your employer authorised us to try a new procedure on you. You’ll find that your breasts are even MORE sensitive than before. In fact, you should find that even relatively mild bumps to your breasts are quite painful, and something as light as the rubbing of fabric across your nipples may be so distracting you can’t concentrate on anything else.”

He pinched Claire’s nipple to demonstrate, and Claire shrieked in agony.

“We’ve also put an implant in there which will release a small amount of aphrodisiac into your system constantly. You’ll find you’re generally hornier now, like a slut should be. One of the side effects of it is that it cancels out most modern contraceptive pills. While you have the implant, you won’t be able to control your reproductive cycle at all. Any sperm in your pussy could make you pregnant at any time.”

And again, to prove his point, he ejaculated into Claire’s cunt.

They kept the girls there for four days, occasionaly moving them for exercise but mostly keeping them strapped in place for easy fucking. A nurse would come by several times a day and gently massage the girls’ new tits. The feeling of having her breasts squeezed was both extremely painful and extremely painful for Claire. With the treatment her breasts had been given to increase sensitivity, Claire found it hard to separate out pain and pleasure in her boobs, and soon stopped trying to. She quickly built up some resistance to the new sensory overload but only some, and she now found any stimulation of her fuckbags at all made her cunt wet and left her unable to concentrate.

Naturally, they were given their earbuds to wear the whole time, their own voices telling them how much they liked being raped and how they only existed to be fucked. Steph still cried every time a man fucked her, and Claire could hear her sister’s tears even over the voice from the earbuds. Disturbingly, Claire found that the sound of a girl crying made her wet now. She knew she should be horrified by that but it was hard to concentrate on why. Or maybe she could concentrate on it, but chose not to. It was much easier to think about how nice it felt to have the doctor’s dick in her cunt.

When the girls got home, they found that none of their tops or bras fit them anymore. Claire and Steph’s father refused to buy them any new ones, though. He liked the look of their new giant fuckbags bulging obscenely against the too-small clothes. Trying to pack their new larger tits into bra cups that were too small was embarassing, and, given their new sensitivity, it hurt. Luckily they didn’t have to wear clothes around the house.

Claire’s father was obsessed with the girls’ new boobs. He flagged early that he wanted to start spanking their melons now as well as their cunts, and Claire had to tell him that it wasn’t safe to do that for a few weeks yet. She got an extra ten swats on her twat for daring to say it, but he did leave their breasts unbruised until there was no danger of damaging the implants.

He didn’t leave their breasts alone entirely though. He didn’t seem to be able to help staring at his daughters’ new, enlarged melons. On their third night back from hospital he called them into the lounge, and explained to them that their new breasts had taken their cockteasing to a new level. “You are obviously trying to get your father’s dick hard, like the little sluts you are,” he said, staring at their boobs. “If you’re going to go to such lengths to get me hard, you should be part of the solution too.”

He made the girls kneel in front of him, nude, as they normally were around the house. He then extracted his cock from his pants and began to masturbate, his eyes fixed on Claire and Steph’s newly embiggened fuckbags. Claire felt something unpleasant churn in her stomach as she looked at her father pumping his cock right in front of her, at eye level. Several conflicting impulses in her mind were calling on her at the same time. The part that was still Claire the schoolgirl wanted to shriek, and cover herself, and be disgusted at the thought of her father’s cock. A more intelligent part of her knew that the reason she wasn’t covering herself and running was because she had become indoctrinated by Titcage, and that part of her was horrified and scared. But the dominant part of Claire was the part that spoke to her on her Titcage training tapes. It told her that she was indeed a cockteasing slut who should use her body to please men. It told her that it was right for her father to react sexually to her body. It made her want to lean forward and take her father’s cock in her mouth and suck on it until it came.

The girls knelt and waitied and watched their father’s cock until finally, moaning, he came, ejaculating sperm all over the girls’ breasts. Steph made a little despairing noise as the white, sticky semen spattered on her tits, but she didn’t move away.

Their father looked at them in satisfaction when he was done. “Good sluts,” he said. “Now, you know what to do. Lick each other clean.”

Hesitantly, the girls moved towards each other. Steph’s face leant down, and Claire felt her sister begin to lick their father’s cum from her breasts. Steph’s tongue caressed Claire’s nipples, and the newly sensitive skin of her fuckbags, and when Steph was done Claire returned the favour, savouring the taste of her father’s salty semen.

Afterwards, both of the girls were so horny, they had to 69, licking each other’s cunts feverishly as their father watched.

Over the next week, Titcage sent Sluthole around during their recovery time, to take new photos of their improved tits for their Titcage IDs. Naturally Sluthole tortured both girls in the process, squeezing their over-sensitive boobs, pinching their clits, and pissing in their mouths. Claire found she didn’t even really mind this treatment anymore. It was what she deserved, after all. Maybe the old Claire hadn’t deserved it, but the new Claire – the Claire with fake tits, the Claire who called herself Fucktwat – was clearly good for nothing except fucking and abuse.

(To be continued…)

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Deidre is punished by her mom after being caught fucking her little sister in the ass with her futa-cock.

The Futa Fairy – Taboo Futa Wish
Chapter Three: Deidre’s Naughty Spanking
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

My dick softened as my mom stared at me in absolute fury, spunk dripping from her face. It was my girl-spunk, fired from my new futa-cock. I trembled on the couch, my little sister half-lying on the ground and half-hanging by the wrist from our mom’s grip. Only moments ago, I had been fucking Keily’s asshole beneath our mom’s very noses as we watched a movie, hidden by a blanket.

It was Friday night. Movie night.

And I had turned it into something else. Something taboo and lusty. My futa-cock had sprouted the moment the sun set. And I just couldn’t help fucking Keily. Not when I was cuddled up to my eighteen-year-old sister. Not after we spent all last night making love when my cock sprouted the first time after my naughty dream with the futa-fairy.

I knew it was a risk. Our mom was sitting just feet away, but I couldn’t help it. I thought we were getting away with it. I started being more and more bold, throwing caution to the wind as I felt her virgin asshole wrapped about my dick.

It had backfired.

“Well?” my mother demanded, staring at the cock thrusting up from the folds of my pussy. “What is going on? Why were you fucking your sister with…?”

Her words trailed off. She licked her lips, tasting my futa-cum. Her eyes widened. It was like her brain had only now realized what had sprouted from my crotch. Her blue eyes locked onto my cock. Her jaw dropped.

“That’s a cock.”

“Yes, Mom,” I said, swallowing. While my dick wasn’t hard, it hadn’t shrunk back into my clit like it had when the sun rose this morning.

“How do you have a cock, Deidre?”

“Well…” I swallowed. “There was this fairy and… Then the sun set and… I…”

Her jaw worked. “Fairy? Sun setting?”

I nodded my head.

“And you were…screwing your sister with it?”

I nodded my head again.

“In the middle of the living room?”

I nodded again.

“Is this why she still shares a bed with you?” Mom demanded, shaking Keily’s wrist. My little sister whimpered. “Huh?”

“No, Mom,” I said. “It only happened last night. I had this dream. And the fairy came, and she told me I would get my greatest wish, and then I woke up with a cock and I was…screwing Keily. And…and…”

“Your greatest desire? To have a cock?” Her eyes widened. “Are you…? Do you think you’re a boy?”

“I’m a girl,” I huffed, so embarrassed and scared and guilty all at the same time. “And, no, it wasn’t to have a cock. Not really.” The thought had crossed my mind, but it had been a passing fancy.

“Well, what was your…?” Her eyes trailed off. She stared down at Keily. “You wanted to screw your sister?”

I nodded my head, tears beading my eyes.

“Deidre Michelle Reddings, that is disgusting! She’s your sister!”

I flinched beneath her words.

“Oh, my god. You’re gay, and you want to have sex with your sister. You’ve had sex with your sister.” Her eyes were wide now. “Oh, my god. Keily, did she force you?”

“No, Mom, “Keily said, her voice quivering. “I…I like having sex with her. It’s…” She bit her lip.

“What?” The words snarled from Mom’s mouth. “Fun? Exciting? Did you like cumming like a slut on your sister’s cock?”

Keily flinched from each words, tears falling harder. She nodded her head.

“Oh, my god. What did I do wrong?” She stumbled backward. “I thought I was a good mother. And then… Both of them… With each other…”

Mom stumbled out of the living room. I heard her slippers whisk on the linoleum in the kitchen. The sliding glass door screeched open and then closed. I flinched. She always went out there to calm down when we did something wrong, to smoke a cigarette and try to relax before she punished us.

“We’re in a lot of trouble,” Keily whispered.

“I’m sorry,” I squeaked, the tears falling faster. I shoved my nightgown over my cock. “You tried to warn me.”

Keily shook her head. She climbed up onto the couch, sitting beside me. She put her hand on mine. “I…I wanted you to do it. It was…hot. With Mom right there. Risking getting caught. You don’t have to feel like you forced me.”

“I’m your older sister. I’m supposed to keep you out of trouble.”

“You’re only a year older.”

“And three months,” I added.

She gave me such a smile, her tear-stained face framed by her loose, auburn hair. It was so glossy in the living room lights, the highlights almost burning with fire as bright as my own red hair. Her hand squeezed mine.

I felt a little better.

But not much.

We trembled on the couch, my stomach twisting and writhing and finding new ways to contort itself into pretzel like shapes. I shivered, bile trickling my throat. What would Mom do to us? How would she punish us? Would she turn us into the police? Incest was illegal.

Would she kick me out of the house?

The movie ended. The credits played, showing outtakes, the cast laughing. I hit pause on the remote, trembling, trying not to freak out. But I didn’t know what would happen. I glanced at the kitchen, the light pouring into the dark living room. How long would she be out there?

Finally, the glass door screeched. Keily broke away from me, sliding to the other end of the couch, her nightgown shoved down to cover her pussy. The kitchen sink whooshed on, water splashing. Then it turned off. I trembled as Mom’s shadow darkened the doorway before she walked in, her face wet, the cum mostly cleaned off.

One white globe stained her tank top.

“So you have a cock given to you by a fairy, and you used that cock to fuck your little sister.” It wasn’t a question. She always liked to sum up the stupid things Keily or I did before punishing us.

I nodded my head beneath her words. She sound at once calm and also brittle, like she was barely suppressing her emotions.

“This cock only appears when the sun has set.”

I nodded again.

“And when it set, while you were cuddled with your sister, you thought it would be a good idea to fuck her in the living room. With me sitting only feet away. Why?”

“I was…horny.” I bit my lip.

“And you two didn’t think to make an excuse to go to bed early? To at least try and hide your disgusting behavior from me?”

I shook my head. “It was…exciting. Doing it under your nose.”

“Exciting.” Her voice warbled. “And now I have to deal with that…” She pointed at my crotch. “And with…what you two are doing. You know it’s illegal.”

I nodded my head.

“And you don’t care?”

I hesitated, then I shook my head.

“I have to punish you.” She clenched her hand. “I haven’t done this since you were kids. I thought you had grown up, Deidre. That you were responsible. But now… We’ll start with spankings.”

My butt clenched as I winced.

Mom disappeared into the kitchen. I glanced at my sister, frowning. I heard scraping of wood. Mom returned with one of the dining room chairs. She placed it in the middle of the living room. Then she sat down on it.

“Across my lap,” she ordered. “Now, Deidre.”

“Yes, Mom,” I said, standing up, trembling.

I moved to her, my cock swaying beneath my nightgown, bushing the silky material. That sent a wild shudder through me. I bit my lip, my heart beating faster and faster as I approached her. My heart raced.

“What are you doing?” Mom asked as I reached her, about to crawl over her lap.

I blinked. “What you told me to do?”

“Since when did I spank you through your nightgown. Take it off.”

“I’m not wearing panties.”

“You wanted to be a filthy slut,” she hissed. “Take it off. It’ll be bare bottom because you couldn’t be bothered to wear panties. I bet you and your sister were fingering each other before your cock sprouted.”

I blushed.

“That’s what I thought.” She gave me a hard look. “Off! Now!”

“Yes, Mom.”

I peeled my nightgown up my body. I trembled as I unveiled my body. My round breasts jiggled, my new cock swaying. I threw the nightgown on the floor, took a deep breath, and then stretched my naked body across her lap. My cock pressed into her right thigh, the bottoms of my boobs resting on her left.

Her left hand stroked my back as I waited. I bit my lip, my butt tensing, expecting the first blow to fall. I felt like such a little girl. I hadn’t been spanked since I was a kid. Or younger. I tried to control my breath and—

Crack!

Mom’s hand fell right on my ass. I gasped as the stinging pain shot through my butt-cheeks and went right to my pussy. My eyes widened as the strange tingling throbbed down my cock. It twitched, growing hard as I squirmed and moaned my pain.

Why did that happen? Why did the pain make me—

Crack!

“Mom!” I gasped, the pain burning hot. I squirmed, the tip of my dick rubbing on her flannel pajama bottoms, the fibers caressing the crown. The pleasure shot through my body. It made me squirm and shiver. My dick grew harder and harder.

My pussy clenched. I couldn’t believe that it excited me. I took a deep breath, trying to control the racing of my heart. That had hurt so badly and yet… My pussy was growing hot as my mom’s hand lingered for just a moment on my ass.

I breathed in. She didn’t smell like cigarettes, I realized as her hand lifted up. I thought she was outside smoking.

Crack!

“Owe!” I yelped, the pain shooting hot through me. My pussy clenched, the heat settling into my depths, my dick throbbing harder. The tip ached so much as I squirmed.

I was fully hard now, my girth pressed into her thigh. Juices trickled out of my pussy. Why was this turning me on? Was I that much of a degenerate now? Not only did I lust after my sister, something I knew was wrong, I was growing excited by being spanked like a little girl by my mother.

“You’ve been so bad,” she said, her hand squeezing my burning ass. “Haven’t you, Deidre?”

“So bad,” I moaned. “I’m sorry, Mom. I tried to fight my desires for Kylie. I did. But every day…seeing her. Sharing a room with her. A bed. Every night, I fought against touching her even when I wanted to.”

“Because she’s so pretty?” she asked.

“Yes!” I howled as her hand cracked down on my ass again.

“Because you’re a slut who wants to fuck her little sister?”

Crack!

“Yes, yes, yes!”

I bucked, grinding my cock hard against her thighs. My pussy clenched. My nipples ached. My entire body trembled as the pain and excitement swirled together in me. The more my ass hurt the wetter my pussy grew.

“And now you’re getting so hard,” she hissed.

Crack!

“I’m sorry, Mom,” I gasped, tears beading my eyes. “I don’t mean to be hard. It’s just…”

“You’re growing excited?” She squeezed my butt-cheek again. “Your mom spanking you is turning you on?”

Crack!

“Yes!” My ass clenched as it burned. “I don’t know why. I can’t control it. The girl-cock has a mind of its own.”

“Liar! You want to fuck me, too. Just like your sister!”

Crack!

“Mom?”

“Don’t Mom me. I noticed you staring at my breasts. I thought it was just healthy curiosity, comparing yourself to your mother, wondering if your boobs would grow as big as mine. But you wanted to do more than just compare sizes. You wanted to play with them. You wanted to squeeze them and feel how big they were. Then you wanted to suck on my nipples! Didn’t you?”

Crack!

“Yes!” I sobbed, half in pain and half in rapture.

“Really?” Keily asked, watching me, trembling, her hands clutching her thighs through her nightgown.

I nodded my head. “I’m such a horrible person, Mom. I’m sorry. I can’t help it. You and Keily are both so pretty. And…and… Your boobs are so big, Mom. I like them as much as Keily’s small titties.”

“Such a vile daughter,” Mom moaned, her hand stroking my ass. She moved lower. “I bet your dripping wet. Your pussy’s as turned on as your cock.”

I gasped as my mom’s fingers descended down between my thighs. She brushed the fiery curls adorning my vulva and then found my wet pussy lips. My eyes widened as pleasure surged through my body. She was touching my pussy. My mom was touching my pussy.

“Yes!” she snarled. “Oh, you have such a hot cunt. You are so turned on by your mother. I bet you want your mother to finger your nasty pussy. Don’t you?”

Crack!

Her left hand spanked me while the fingers of her right stroked my pussy.

“I…I…do!” I squeezed my eyes shut in shame. Tears squeezed out. “I’m sorry, Mom. I’m sorry for being such a disgu—”

Her fingers penetrated my pussy.

Two of her fingers slid into my warm, wet depths. I groaned, my pussy clenching down as shock rippled through my body. Followed by the tingling rush of pleasure. It shot down to the tip of my dick throbbing against her thighs as she pumped through my flesh.

I craned my head to look over my shoulder, staring at her face. It was transformed not with pleasure but with something else. Something wild and passionate. Her nostril flared as she exhaled, her cheeks rosy.

“Mom?” I panted, her fingers probing so deep into my pussy.

“Oh, yes, you want this, you naughty girl,” she groaned. “No, you’re not a girl. Girl’s don’t have big, thick cocks that get so hard for their mothers and sisters. What are you?”

“Futa,” I groaned. “That’s what the fairy said she was. That I was.”

“A futa.” Mom groaned. “I have a horny futa for a daughter. She just wants to fuck us all.”

Her fingers plunged faster. Her left hand squeezed my burning ass. My pussy clenched on her fingers. I squirmed, the pleasure shooting through me as my dick ached and throbbed. I whimpered, savoring how wrong it was for my mom to finger me.

How hot.

“Yes, yes, you love it when I finger your pussy,” Mom hissed.

“Mom?” Keily asked, her voice strained.

“Hush, baby. Mom is dealing with this little perverted futa.” She shoved a third finger into my pussy, stretching out my hole. “Mommy has to discipline her. She’s so nasty. Do you hear her, Keily? She wants me to finger her.”

“You are fingering her, Mom.”

“Yes,” I groaned, squirming, the pleasure building in the depths of my pussy. Cum built in me, boiling in my ovaries. It wanted to escape. It wanted to erupt out of me. To spurt in a mighty eruption. My cum would gush everywhere. There would be so much of it.

Every plunge of her fingers built the pressure. My eyes rolled in my head as I squirmed on her lap. It was so hot, even with her left hand squeezing my ass. The sharp pain mixed with the burning friction churning in my pussy. Combining. Transforming.

My toes curled. My groans grew throatier and throatier. I stared at my sister, her hands sliding up the hem of her nightgown, her face flushed, eyes glossy with lust. She revealed her pussy covered by her fine, red pubic hair. Her curls were wet with excitement.

My younger sister touched herself.

I came.

“Yes!” I moaned as Mom fingered me to an orgasm.

My dick throbbed as the cum spurted out the tip. I spasmed with each blast, my pussy convulsing on Mom’s thrusting fingers. Rapture flooded through my body, reaching my mind. I felt so good. I floated in a wonderful daze. My entire body buzzed with joy. It was amazing. Stupendous. I loved it. I never wanted it to end.

“You filthy futa!” Mom hissed and her left hand spanked me hard.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned. “I’m so filthy. Oh, yes. Oh, wow, that’s amazing, Mom. That’s the best. Oh, my god, I’m cumming so hard! Mom…yes!”

“You’re squirting all your nasty cum on your mother’s thighs. Your pussy is convulsing on your mother’s fingers.” Mom shuddered, spanking my ass again. “Oh, you are such a slut. A futa-slut!”

“I am, Mom!”

“I bet you want your mother to suck your girl-cock!”

“I do!” I howled, my back arching, the ecstasy boiling through my mind.

“I bet you want to fuck your mother! To fuck the pussy that gave you birth! Don’t you!”

“So badly, Mom!” I groaned.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Keily gasped, shuddering, frigging herself so hard.

“I bet you want to fuck your sister and make your mother lick your cum out of her barely legal pussy!”

“Yes!” I moaned with Keily. She had her legs spread wide, her fingers frigging hard and fast at her pussy.

“Get off my lap,” Mom moaned, wrenching her fingers out of my pussy.

I did, sliding off her lap. Her eyes were still wild with passion. They stared at my hard cock, jizz dripping from the tip, with such hunger. She brought her fingers to her lips, sucking my spicy juices from her digits.

Then she fell to her knees and engulfed my cock with a hungry moan. I gasped as my mother sucked on it. Her cheeks hollowed. Her blue eyes stared up at me as she bobbed her mouth on my dick. The tip was so sensitive from my orgasm. I groaned, shuddering, as realization struck me.

“You didn’t smoke out there,” I gasped. “You were doing something else. Licking my cum off your fingers. Maybe fingering your pussy. Oh, it makes you so hot that your daughter has a big, thick cock! Doesn’t it?”

She moaned, her tongue swirling about the tip. I saw the truth in her eyes. She had tried to fight her desires, like I had for Kylie, but they had overwhelmed her so fast. She surrendered to them, sucking furiously on my dick.

Everything had just changed in our house forever.

“Mom,” Keily moaned, her fingers plunging into her pussy, her legs spread so wide. “Oh, wow, Mom, you’re sucking her cock.”

“She is,” I moaned, my dick throbbing in Mom’s hungry mouth. It was so different from Keily’s sucking. There was no hesitancy. No inexperience. Mom knew how to pleasure a cock, and she gave me her all. “Oh, yes, Mom, suck your daughter’s girl-cock! Ooh, you’re such a naughty, horny Mommy!”

“She is,” Keily moaned, her green eyes bright behind her glasses. She bit her lip, her nipples so hard against her nightgown. Her fingers plunged faster and faster. She had one from each hand working in and out at different rhythms, sliding past each other as she squirmed and groaned on the couch.

This was so hot. My big crush was on Keily, but I had noticed how sexy our widowed mother was. Her big boobs, her shapely ass, her gorgeous face. Even her glasses were sexy. I stared down at them, her blue eyes peering back up at me, glossy with lusts a she bobbed her mouth on my girl-cock, her tongue swirling about the shaft.

And the way she sucked… Oh, it was awesome. I groaned, my pussy clenching. Juices dribbled down my thighs as I savored her hungry mouth. She took as much as my cock as she could, the tip brushing the back of her throat. Her right hand fisted the base of my cock as she slid her lips up and down, sucking the entire time.

“Oh, yes, such a naughty Mommy,” I purred, my right hand seizing her brown hair, holding it in a tight fist. “Mmm, you want to taste more of my futa-cum? You were out on the back porch licking my cum off your face, weren’t you?”

She moaned, eyes fluttering, answering my question.

“Yes,” I gasped, my left hand sliding up my torso and cupping my round breast. I gave it a squeeze, my nipple aching at the pinnacle. I shuddered when I brushed it. “Oh, you’ll get more. I have so much cum in my ovaries for you.”

“And I have it my butthole,” moaned Keily. She slouched forward on the couch, lifting her legs and flashing her naked ass. She parted her butt-cheeks, showing off her glistening asshole. My pearly cum stained the wrinkled opening. A gob of cum dribbled out as she groaned. “She fired two big loads in me before you pulled me away.”

I shivered. “That’s right. You’re tasting Keily’s sour ass right now on my dick. I bet you love it. No wonder you’re sucking so hard.”

Mom moaned again, her hand stroking my cock faster. Her eyes were glossy. Her tongue swirled about my shaft, cleaning my little sister’s ass off my futa-dick. I loved it. Mom was such a freak. It made me shiver. I squeezed my breast harder.

“Oh, yes, Mom, I love it. You are such a nasty slut. Mmm, yes. Come on, suck my cock. Make me explode into your hungry mouth. I know you want it. I can feel it. You’re so horny for my dick. You want it spurting into your hungry mouth.

“Don’t you?”

She moaned so loudly, her passion humming around my dick.

“You’re going to get it,” I groaned. “You’re going to get so much cum fired into you. I’m going to flood you. I’ll fire so much jizz into your mouth. It’s going to drown you.”

“Yes, yes, yes, drown her,” Keily moaned, smearing the cum leaking out of her tight ass up to her pussy. She worked it into dripping flesh, eyes rolling back into her head. My little sister bucked and moan. “Drown her! Cum in Mommy’s hungry mouth! She’s such a naughty Mommy!”

“So naughty,” I groaned, my burning ass clenching, my ovaries tightening.

Keily squealed, cumming on the couch, her legs flying, her auburn hair tossing about her head as she writhed in bliss. Her moans echoed through the living room. It was so hot watching her cute face ripple with delight.

My dick ached and throbbed in Mom’s sucking mouth. My eyes rolled back into my head. I groaned, the pressure building and building in my balls. They were about to explode out of me. To spurt down her throat.

“Mom!” I gasped, my pussy clenching.

My cock erupted into my mother’s mouth.

Hot jizz pumped into her. She shivered, gulping it down. Pleasure shot through my body. My left hand clenched my breast hard. Juices flooded down my thighs as I spurted over and over into Mom’s hungry mouth. My body quivered.

And she swallowed.

It was so sexy hearing my mom gulp down my cum. To see the lust in her eyes as she drank every drop. My rapture boiled through my mind as I groaned and squirmed. I couldn’t believe this was happening. It was surreal.

Wonderful.

“Thank you Leanan Sidhe!” I moaned to the naughty futa-fairy who made this all possible.

My dick spurted the final time. Mommy popped her mouth off my dick. Her lips were still open. My girl-cum pooled on her tongue. She swirled it around, still staring up at me, then she deliberately swallowed it.

“Jesus, Mom,” I panted. “That was something straight out of porn. You are such a filthy Mom.”

She shivered, breathing hard. “I can’t believe I did that.” She still held my futa-cock with her right hand. She stroked up it, squeezing out another dollop. She leaned in, letting it fall on her tongue. She groaned, savoring the taste. “You’ve infected me. This cock, Deidre… Oh, god, I can’t control myself.”

“It’s amazing,” Keily moaned in agreement. “I came so hard on it every time.”

“I haven’t had a cock in so long,” Mom whined. “And then this… My own daughter… Oh, god, this is so wrong.”

“Because you want me to fuck you?” I asked, both of my hands squeezing my breasts, nipples aching. I pinched them, tingles racing to my futa-dick held in Mom’s grip. “You want me to slide my cock into the very pussy that birthed me?”

She bit her lip, fighting her lusts. “Yes!”

“Such a bad Mommy,” I moaned, savoring the power I had over her now. “What are you going to do for me?”

“I’m letting you fuck my pussy,” she panted, shivering. “Don’t make me beg, Deidre. I’m your mother. Do what I say. Fuck my pussy!”

“Lick my cum out of Keily’s asshole.”

Mom’s head snapped over to my little sister. Her eyes widened. She noticed the glistening asshole, that pearly sheen of cum staining the puckered sphincter. Then, like a crack addict, she moaned and crawled across the floor, her pajama bottoms hugging her curvy ass, her panties visible through the thin fabric.

“Yay!” Keily cheered, ripping off her nightgown and exposing her budding breasts. They were little mounds topped by pink nipples. Pleasure crossed her freckled face as she cupped them. “Lick my ass, Mommy! Eat out all of Deidre’s naughty cum. I know you want it, Mommy. You are hungry for it.”

“Yes,” Mom moaned as she reached my little sister.

Mom’s hands seized Keily’s butt-cheeks, keeping them spread wide, and leaned in. She tongued through my little sister’s butt-crack. Keily’s green eyes widened as Mom rimmed her asshole. I couldn’t see her tongue sweeping across the puckered sphincter, but I knew it was happening. It was so dirty. So nasty.

My dick throbbed so hard.

I moved behind Mom as she tongued and nuzzled at Keily’s asshole. My dick bobbed before me. I fell to my knees behind Mom, licking my lips. I trembled and seized the waistband of her pajama bottoms and pulled them down to her knees. Her panties were plain, boring, but comfortable. White with blue stripes. Something perfect for sleeping in.

I leaned in, nuzzling at the crotch of her panties. Her juices stained it dark. I breathed in, savoring her sweet musk. My nose pushed her panties into her pussy as I inhaled. I savored the warmth bleeding through while my hands squeezed her ass through the cotton underwear.

“God, you smell good, Mom,” I moaned.

“She loves panties,” my little sister giggles. “She sniffs ours while doing the laundry. And licks them.”

“Only yours,” I groaned. “I…I hadn’t started on Mom’s… Yet.”

“You naughty futa,” Mom moaned between licks, her hips wiggling. “I should spank you again.”

“Yes,” chortled Keily. “Mmm, Mom, keep licking. There’s more cum in my asshole.”

Mom did, sucking and slurping, wiggling her ass as I lapped at her panties. I loved that flavor of cotton panties mixed with pussy juices. And these juices were so fresh, weeping right out of my mom’s pussy and soaking into the gusset. I shivered, my dick and tits swaying beneath me as I reveled in this taboo delight.

The tip of my dick ached so badly to bury into my mother, but I wanted to have fun first. I wanted to enjoy the pussy that had birthed me. To revel in taboo pleasure. I licked harder and harder at her panties, pushing the cloth into her pussy’s folds, her juices soaking through.

But I had to taste her directly. To feel her heat on my tongue, to taste her juices without cotton seasoning the flavor. Pussy juices ran down my futa-cock and dripped from the sensitive tip. I was so horny. So hungry.

And Keily’s moans sounded so passionate.

“Yes, yes, yes, lick my butthole, Mommy,” she moaned as I drew down our mother’s panties. “Lick out all of Deidre’s cum! Oh, yes! That’s it! Wiggle that tongue in deep.”

My asshole tingled as I unveiled my mother’s pussy. She had a dark-brown bush, trimmed neatly, adorning her vulva. Her pussy lips were thick, protruding into the forest. Pink lurked between them, wet and juicy. I parted her pussy lips, groaning at the incestuous sight before me. I licked my lips.

And feasted.

Mom moaned into Keily’s asshole, her hips wiggling, as I dragged my tongue through her pussy. Her sweet musk coated my tongue and lips. My hands gripped her ass as I licked through her folds, savoring her flavor.

“Oh, god,” moaned Mom. “Oh, my baby girl is licking my pussy. This is so wrong!”

“So wonderfully wrong,” I moaned and took another lick.

I dragged my tongue through my mother’s folds, savoring them. I took my time, lapping, licking, nuzzling, exploring. I sucked on her fat, wrinkled labia. I nibbled on her clit. I thrust my tongue deep into her hole, swirling it around.

My lips and chin grew sticky with her juices. My mother’s juices. My cock and pussy both ached and throbbed. Wicked thrills ran through me as I tongued her. I pleasured my mother, my face pressed into her pussy, her pubic hairs tickling my nose and cheeks and chin.

My excitement grew. I clenched both her butt-cheeks, my cock throbbing.

“Mommy!” Keily squealed.

I could see my sister over my Mom’s ass, her face red with pleasure. She bucked, her small titties jiggling as our mother devoured her asshole. Her legs kicked high into the air. Her small toes curled as she quivered, cumming.

“You made her cum, Mommy,” I moaned. My right hand smacked down on her butt, a stinging slap echoing. “Such a bad Mommy.”

“So bad,” Mom moaned, her hips wiggling.

“Oh, yes, Mom, lick my pussy! Oh, yes, yes! Keep me cumming!” Keily bucked and squirmed, her legs falling down onto Mom’s back. “Oh, wow. Oh, Deidre, Mommy’s thrusting her tongue so deep into my pussy.”

“She taste so good,” moaned Mom.

“So do you,” I purred, licking through her pussy folds.

I stared at her clit, flicking the bud before climbing through her folds. I hit her taint and just kept licking, my hands pulling apart her butt-cheeks. And then I was at her sphincter. I swirled around her asshole. She tasted so sour. It was so nasty.

I moved down to her pussy again, licking through her sweet folds, reaching her sour asshole again. I savored the combination of ass and cunt. I reveled in it. I licked faster and faster, dragging my tongue as fast as I could from pussy to ass, letting the flavors mix.

“Oh, yes,” Mom moaned. “Oh, Keily, your older sister is licking my pussy and asshole. Oh, she’s making me feel amazing.”

“Cum on her face, Mom,” moaned Keily, bucking with excitement. “Flood her. Oh, wow, Mom, and suck on my clit, too. Oh, yes. Make me cum again!”

“Yes,” I hissed between licks, my fingers clenching into her ass. “Make my little sister cum, Mom. It’s so hot when you do it.”

“It is,” Mom moaned, hips wiggling. “Oh, Keily, you naughty futa. I’m going to cum so hard. Keep licking my pussy. I haven’t been this excited in…in…”

“Forever?”

“Yes!”

I shivered. It was so hot. We were giving our mother an experience she had never had before, rewarding her for all she did for us. I tongued her harder, flicking her clit, swirling around her asshole, eager to make her cum. My tongue thrust into her butthole and probed into her pussy. I went back and forth between the two holes, loving the different textures.

And my girl-dick throbbed so hard the entire time. It ached to penetrate her. To feel her pussy wrap silk about my girth. To plunge over and over into the pussy that had birthed me. My fingers dug so deep into her butt-cheeks.

“Deidre,” Mom groaned, her words muffled by my little sister’s pussy. “Oh, yes, yes! Keep doing that. I’m… Deidre!”

Mom screamed my name as she came.

I made my mother cum.

Juices gushed out of her pussy with force. They splashed across my face. They drenched my cheeks and chin. I reveled in the hot splash. She bucked and writhed, pleasure bursting through her. I lapped at her pussy, my cock twitching, eager to bury into her taboo hole. I wanted her so badly. I wanted to fuck her.

To cum in her.

I was such a naughty girl. A wicked futa. I wanted to fuck my mother.

I rose. “Mom!” I panted, the tip of my girl-dick prodding at her cunt. “I need to be in you again!”

“Yes, yes, yes,” moaned Mom, her face buried between Keily’s thighs, her head trapped by my little sister’s legs.

“Fuck her!” moaned Keily, squirming, her fingers dug into Mom’s brown hair. Her little titties jiggled as she humped against Mom’s licking mouth, another orgasm building on my little sister’s face. “Just like you fucked me! She’ll love your cock as much as I do.”

“Yes,” I moaned. “I will. I’ll fuck her so hard.”

“Good,” she panted, licking her lips.

I pressed forward. I groaned, the tip of my dick sliding into her pussy. Pleasure shivered through me. Her hot pussy lips wrapped about my cock. I groaned, my eyes fluttering in my head as I pressed forward deeper and deeper into her snatch.

Such liquid warmth embraced me. Such hot passion engulfed my dick. My eyes rolled back into my head as I savored the joy of being in my mother’s pussy. She wiggled her hips, stirring my cock around her hot hole.

The very hole that birthed me.

“Oh, my god, Mom,” I moaned. “Oh, my god, this is so hot.”

I didn’t fuck her. I just savored the taboo thrill of my mom’s pussy wrapped about my cock. I groaned through grit teeth. I gripped her hips, staring into my little sister’s eyes. They were glossy with pleasure as we shared our mother.

And then I drew back my cock. I slid it through Mom’s folds. She clenched on my dick. Hot friction burned down my shaft. My cunt clenched, too. Juices dribbled down my thighs, so hot and sticky. I pulled out more and more of my shaft, glistening with her juices.

And then slammed into her depths.

“Deidre,” Mom moaned, her back arching. “Oh, yes, Deidre! Fuck your naughty mother! She needs your big girl-cock reaming her depths! Oh, fuck, my daughter’s a futa! A futa with a huge dick!”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Keily moaned, squirming, gasping. Her eyes fluttered. “Fuck her!”

I savored the whimpering squeals my little sister made as she came on Mom’s licking lips again. My hips pumped, picking up speed. My breasts bounced as I savored the tight, hot embrace of my mother’s cunt. I drove my dick over and over into her depths. Her hot, wet flesh engulfed me.

Incest was the best.

I loved the taboo delight of her pussy wrapped about my cock. My mother’s pussy. It was so hot. It was so exciting. I shivered, my hips bucking so hard. I pounded her. I reamed my cock so deep into her. I reveled in how forbidden this hole was.

“Mom,” I gasped. “Oh, your pussy feels amazing on my dick.”

“Fuck her!” my sister squealed, lost to her orgasm. She kept cumming on Mom’s licking tongue. “Cum in her!”

“Yes,” Mom groaned, her pussy clenching so hard on my dick. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. Cum in me!”

My dick throbbed in her depth as I reamed her. My pussy clenched. My tits bounced. I fucked her so hard. My groin smacked into her ass. Pleasure raced through my body. My ovaries boiled, readying a load of cum for my mother’s pussy.

I would flood her. I would fire so much jizz into her. She would be swimming with it. I slammed into her depths hard. The friction sent pleasure racing up my shaft. I groaned, my pussy clenching. Such hot delight burned through me.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I gasped, my cum spurting.

Blast after blast of jizz basted my mother’s pussy. It splashed into her depths. My hands clutched at her hips. My face screwed with pleasure as rapture shot through my body. The taboo thrill of spurting my girl-jizz into my mother’s pussy carried me so high. So far.

“Mom!” I gasped.

“Yes!” she hissed.

She bucked back into my thrusts. Her pussy rippled about my dick. I savored the feel of her flesh milking the cum out of my dick. Her juices squirted around my shaft, splashing on my pussy and thighs. I made my mom cum hard.

I was such a sexy futa.

I pumped my hips one last time through her cumming depths, savoring her pussy convulsing about my cock, as I stared at my little sister writhing, my mom’s face buried into her snatch. I grinned, catching Keily’s eyes.

“Your turn to lick Mom’s pussy.”

She ran her tongue across her lips. “Yum!”

Our taboo, incestuous passion lasted the night. Keily and I devoured my cum out of Mom’s holes. We fucked each other, finding new ways to use my dick. I slid it through Mom’s pillowy tits, cumming all over her face. Then Keily and I licked her clean. I buggered my sister again, and this time I licked the cum out of her asshole while Mom sucked my cock clean again.

On and on we fucked until the first golden light of dawn peeked over the horizon. I felt it the moment the sun’s energy washed across the world. My dick, held in both Mom’s and Keily’s hands, shank back to a little clit.

But I knew it would return this evening. Sunset would fall, and then I would play with my mom and sister. Plus, it was still fun having my pussy licked and fingered when I didn’t have my cock. Mom had quite the taste for cunt.

I was so happy the futa-fairy granted my wish. Having a futa-cock, even if it was only at night, was awesome.

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Leanan Sidhe moaned. Her wings buzzed as her cock erupted. Jizz flew from the petite fairy’s thick girl-dick, splattering across the surface of the koi pond. Effervescent bliss rippled through the Esquire of Summer’s body.

“Oh, I am so happy that you found my gift awesome, my sweet Ms. Deidre,” purred the futa-fairy, her toes curling as she hovered a few inches off the wooden footbridge over the pond.

She landed on the bridge, breathing deeply, and smiled. She could feel another woman’s wish. It was time for her to write another letter. Leanan Sidhe knew Deidre and her family would be happy with the gift bestowed upon the girl.

And one day, the futa-fairy would ask for a favor in return. But until then, she had letters to write and wishes to grant.

Already her cock throbbed in anticipation.

The END of Deidre’s Tale

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Kora is inspired to new heights of the sexual arts by her hermaphroditic muse.

The Rogue’s Harem

Book Two: Rogue’s Wicked Harem

Part Two: The Priestess’s Inspiration

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

Note: Thanks to WRC 264 for beta reading this.

Chapter Four: The Priestess’s Inspiration

Kora Falk – Faerie

“He’s going to be a while,” I said, a smile playing on my lips as my brother followed the faerie princess into the pavilion grown out of the grass in moments.

Nathalie giggled. The eighteen-year-old girl nodded her head as she rubbed her hands together. Her small breasts jiggled as she squirmed, her blonde, braided pigtails swaying about her head. Then she looked to her right and squeaked, covering her tits.

The faerie were helping the capture men and women, but more than a few were glancing at us. Nathalie, while getting off on being naked around my brother, was still a young girl. And realizing so many people were staring at her had her blushing as bright as the sun. I pulled her to me to help shield her body, feeling her body tremble.

I watched the faeries fluttering around, leading the naked men and women to several larger pavilions that they’d grown. Magic burst everywhere I looked, flares of purple light as the faerie soldiers unleashed their innate powers to conjure and create items.

Then my eyes fell on Aingeal. She knelt nearby, her arms bound behind her back by grass ropes. She sat back straight, looking with confidence at the pavilion where my brother had vanished with Siona. Aingeal had a strength that belied her flighty, joking persona.

“Madam,” a faerie soldier said, fluttering down before her. “If you would like to wait with your women in comfort,” he motioned towards another pavilion beside the one my brother was in, “you may retire here.”

“And what about Aingeal?” I asked.

He just gave me a handsome smile, his face so youthful and almost effeminate. All the faerie were just breathtaking. But I wasn’t about to let out a fluttering sigh like a girl because of a smile. I arched an eyebrow at him.

“Radiant Kora, she shall be held prisoner,” he said. “But we won’t mistreat her. We do not abuse others.”

“Yes, I can see that,” I said, my eyes flicking to the nearest stocks.

The faerie bristled in his bronze armor. “Duke Gallchobhar overstepped what is proper. If your brother had not killed him, he would face Queen Sidhe’s justice for this.”

“And if we hadn’t entered Faerie, you never would have known, would you? This would have continued on, but you detected Aingeal and tracked her down.”

“Aingeal should have known we would discover her intrusion and track her down,” he said, glancing at her.

“How would I know that?” Aingeal complained. “It’s not like faeries get banished that often.”

“No, most of us have more sense then to import iron here.”

Aingeal lowered her head, squirming, her big breasts jiggling.

I worried my lower lip. I didn’t want Aingeal mistreated, but what could we do? It was all up to convincing the Queen of Faerie to pardon her. My brother would have to use all his charms to seduce her daughter to our side.

“Come on,” I said, leading Nathalie to the pavilion.

Zanyia and Ealaín followed after me, the lamia’s ears twitching as she looked around. The aoi si marched back straight, her armor reflecting the purple magics flaring through the world. I bit my lip, studying her. An aoi si sent to me. To me!

I glanced down at the amulet’s gold chain vanishing into my pink robes. I felt the ruby between my tits. The soul of the Biomancer Vebrin contained in it. I shuddered and then ripped it off, not wanting to feel it against my skin and…

What should I do with it? This was a horrid artifact. I wanted to destroy it. But I couldn’t treat it flippantly. This couldn’t be allowed to fall into the naga’s hands. With a groan, I draped it back over my neck and tucked it away.

I could withstand the touch. I’d worn it for a week or more without any ill-effects. It didn’t even feel evil.

I pushed aside the hanging grass curtain and walked into the pavilion. It had several beds formed out of soft ground cover. A pleasant scent filled the air, almost like honey mixed with the soft fragrance of clover flowers. It felt relaxing.

The others followed me in. Zanyia threw herself on a bed, curling up as much as her human-like body could, her tawny tail swishing back and forth as a purr rose in her throat. Nathalie cuddled up to her, their naked bodies pressed tight as the blonde girl hugged the lamia from behind. Zanyia’s triangular ears twitched, and her purr rose in pitch.

I turned to the aoi si. “So, I’ve been given a muse?”

“Indeed,” Ealaín said.

“Are the sexual arts the one Rithi believes I am most skilled at?” I asked, staring at the busty aoi si. She had a glorious body shown off by the shape of her armor, all curves and feminine strength.

Aoi si opened her mouth to answer when Zanyia asked, “A muse?”

“My inspiration,” I answered. “Rithi sends her demigoddess daughters to inspire a person in one of the arts. She sent me an aoi si. A creature that is the infusion of both male and female passions, the embodiment of sex.”

“Indeed,” Ealaín nodded, her helidor eyes studying me. “You are an expert at healing with your passions, Radiant. You have soothed your brother’s pain many times. You also love freely, sharing him with Zanyia, Nathalie, Aingeal, and Princess Ava without any jealousy. You have an uninhabited view of sex. You glory in it. You savor it.”

My cheeks warmed at her words, my nipples hardening against my robe. My pussy grew hot and itchy, my thighs rubbing together. Juices leaked out of me, making my flesh so sticky. I stared at the aoi si, her large breasts, her Amazonian face framed by her pure-white hair, giving her such an exotic cast.

“I always thought painting was my true calling. And dancing, but…” I squirmed. “I guess I have been performing a lot of sex lately.”

“A lot,” agreed Ealaín.

“So…” I said, my heart beating faster, “we should complete the bonding then.”

“That seems correct to me, Radiant,” the aoi si said. She unbuckled the strap of her breastplate, working them one at a time. “I have been looking forward to being a muse. I am glad my mother sent me to you.”

I nodded as Ealaín bared her large, taut breasts, her nipples fat and hard, thrusting from wide areolas. Her tits swayed with a level of pliant perkiness that defied their size. They didn’t sag one bit. My pussy tingled more and more.

“What is she doing?” Zanyia asked. “Are you going to have sex?”

Nathalie giggled. “Mistress Kora did say her muse was sent because of sex.”

“Apparently I’m better at sex then dancing or painting,” I said, the two other art forms I had mastered to achieve my rank of radiant, a full priestess of Rithi.

“Oh, but your dance gives your sex such a… a…” Zanyia struggled to find a world. “Such a lithe delight.”

“I am eager to discover that,” Ealaín said, taking off her skirt of banded metal. She set it down with grace, exposing her white bush hiding her pussy. That bush almost glowed compared to the darkness of her skin. It was just a delicious sight, so exotic. “And just because I am aoi si does not mean you cannot develop your other arts. Clearly, they have atrophied.”

I frowned at that. I hadn’t had the time to devote to dancing or painting. I could create art through sex easily while traveling with my brother. “I would welcome that.”

I slipped out of my robes as she bent over, her large tits swaying before her as she unbuckled the greaves over her leather boots. She worked with efficiency. I shuddered, the fingers of my hands tracing over the tattoos of flowering vines covering my body. One vine spiraled around my left breast, pink buds opening into beauty. Each of the tattoos represented my training. This one represented the completion of my novitiate, the first step into being a priestess of Rithi. The other three represented my mastery of the arts. The vine entwining my right arm represented my mastery of painting, and the one growing up my left leg to my hip symbolized my mastery of dance. The last, on my shaved pubic mound and growing towards my pussy, showed my mastery of the sexual arts.

My right finger traced the vine across my pubic mound to the shaved lips of my pussy. I was so juicy as I watched the aoi si undress. I trembled, eager to see if the stories were true about these divine daughters of Rithi.

Aoi si rose, her ebony breasts swaying. She stretched her back, her youthful, fierce face birthing something wicked. Something hungry. She wiggled her hips and let out a throaty groan. Thrusting from her pussy, growing from her clit, was a cock.

A girl-cock. A hermaphroditic cock.

Aoi si were born of Rithi’s union with Henta, the hermaphroditic goddess of the hunt. Their divine daughters could control when they were all women and when they were hermaphrodites. This is why they were the Muses of the Sexual Arts. They could provide all the options for a radiant to enjoy. To use.

My pussy clenched as that midnight cock thrust larger and larger from the white bush, verging on the size of my brother’s dick. And Sven was a gifted man. He had a prowess that made women swoon in delight.

“Oh, wow,” Zanyia gasped.

“She grew a dick!” squeaked Nathalie.

“She’s going to fuck you with her clit?” Zanyia asked.

“Won’t Master get mad?” the blonde girl asked, sitting up, her small breasts jiggling.

“My brother will find this hot,” I answered.

Zanyia nodded her head in agreement.

I glanced at Ealaín. “You know, he’ll want to join in. He’ll want to fuck you when you don’t have your cock.”

“I know,” the aoi si said, her voice throaty now. “He is such a handsome specimen. I am your muse, and I will inspire all your lovers to please you and help you create your art in any form you need.”

I licked my lips, staring at that black cock. I was feeling so inspired right now.

I fell to my knees before her, my round breasts jiggling. I squeezed my thighs tight as I grasped her dick with both my pale hands. My blonde hair, gathered in two braids, swayed down my back as I shuddered. I leaned my head forward, extended my pink tongue, and licked that dark tip.

The aoi si moaned and shuddered as I licked her girl-dick. Her large breasts swayed above me, her white hair dancing about her face as her mouth opened wide in pleasure. Her yellow eyes shone with the passion of my touch. She was a work of art all in herself, the contrast between her dark skin and pale hair and eyes, the feminine beauty combined with this amazing, wonderful dick.

My pale hands stroked her dark shaft as my tongue danced about the tip. I squirmed my thighs together, my own clit throbbing almost in envy. I had worn strap-on dildos before, but to have a real cock…

Wouldn’t that be an experience.

“Yes, yes, I feel your inspiration swelling through you,” the aoi si moaned. “It’s gathering.”

“It’s in your pussy, Mistress,” Zanyia moaned. “I can smell your juices. Ooh, this is making me so wet.”

“Uh-huh,” Nathalie nodded. “My cunny is getting so juicy.”

“Pussy licking?” the lamia asked, sitting up like a curious cat, her small breasts jiggling.

“Yes!” the slave-girl moaned.

As my lips nuzzled against Ealaín’s dick, the two sex slaves fell into a sixty-nine, Zanyia on top. Her tail swished back and forth as they buried their faces in each other’s pussies. They both had petite builds, their girlish forms squirming together as they feasted on hot cunt. Which inspired me to suck so hard on Ealaín’s dick.

My lips slid over the crown of her clit-dick. I swallowed her shaft, taking it into my mouth. The aoi si shuddered. Her big breasts swayed over me as she squirmed. Her hips shook. Her eyes fluttered as she felt the passion of my touch. I shuddered in pure delight, so glad to give her this wondrous delight. To tease her and drive her wild.

My cheeks hollowed. Her hands slid across my head then gripped my temples. Her big breasts quivered with such a plaint delight as she felt the pleasure of my sucking mouth. Her moans rang out through the grass pavilion as I loved her girl-cock.

“Oh, yes, Rithi sent me to see that your art flourishes,” moaned the aoi si. “I’ll protect your gift, Radiant. I’ll ensure that you practice your art with whomever you wish!”

I groaned, my hands fisting her cock as I sucked on her dick.

“Yes, yes, yes, just let me inspire you, Radiant!”

Her words were inspiring me, driving me wild. My own aoi si. Rithi loved me enough to send me a Muse. She admired my art while also wanting to see the artifact protected. I shuddered at the honor. At the thrill.

And the delight.

My right hand stroked down the aoi si’s shaft and brushed her pubic hair wet with her excitement. I felt her pussy lips wrapped about the base of the clit-dick. A hot shudder raced through me. She had a cock and a cunt.

I had to explore that. To discover how wonderful that was. I popped my mouth off her dick, making her groan, and ducked my head under her cock. My stroking hands lifted her shaft as I nuzzled into her pubic hair. The silky curls brushed my lips and nose, caressing my cheeks, before I found her hot pussy.

I licked through her folds, tasting her spicy cream. She had thick labia, plump with her arousal. They caressed my mouth as my tongue dived deeper into her. Ealaín’s dick twitched in my stroking hand. That sent a naughty thrill through me. I squirmed, my pussy feeling wet as I licked through her twat and fisted her cock.

“Yes, yes, yes, you are so inspired. I love it, Radiant.” Ealaín shuddered, her large breasts swaying together. “Ooh, yes, I love it. I absolutely treasure it. This is amazing. What you’re doing with your tongue…? Rithi’s inspiring gaze and Henta’s keen sight!”

Her pleasure built in her. I groaned, feeling her dick throb in my hands. I’d licked plenty of pussies. But now I had the opportunity to suck on a girl’s cock. I took a final swab through her labia before moving back to the tip of her shaft. I swallowed it and sucked.

My tongue swirled about the spongy crown at the tip of her dick. Her precum tasted a little sweeter than my brother’s. I shuddered, my hips swaying, my own cunt on fire. But I held off pleasuring myself as I sucked so hard, humming my enjoyment, adding another delight to hers.

She moaned and squirmed, her gasps echoing through the pavilion. They merged with the sounds the two sex slaves made as they devoured each other’s cunts. I shuddered, breathing in the spicy musk of Ealaín as I sucked on her dick.

“Ooh, yes, Radiant,” the aoi si moaned as my right hand abandoned stroking her dick to finger her pussy. “Thank you for sending me to her, Mother!”

I moaned my thanks to Rithi, too, as my fingers stroked the aoi si’s fat pussy lips. Her juices coated my digits as they danced up and down the length of her slit. Her girl-cock throbbed in my sucking mouth and stroking left hand, letting me feel her pleasure.

I jammed two fingers into her cunt’s depths. Her back arched. Her breasts jiggled above me. Her white hair danced about her head as she tossed it back and forth. Her pussy clenched down hard on my probing digits. I felt her orgasm build and build.

I sucked as hard as I could. I twisted my head as I bobbed, working her cock’s crown against different parts of my mouth. I put my all into pleasing her. My fingers curled in her pussy, searching out that special spot found in every cunt.

“Mother!” she gasped, her snatch clenching hard on my fingers, her dick twitching in my mouth.

I found it.

I attacked her special spot, rubbing my fingers against the inside of her silky pussy. She groaned and spasmed. More and more of her precum flowed into my mouth, coating my tongue with her salty-sweet delight.

I couldn’t wait for the true flood. I sucked so hard, my body quivering in aching need.

“Yes!” she moaned and erupted.

Girl-cum spurted into my mouth, this salty delight. I savored the creamy delight of spunk, my body trembling, my pussy almost boiling in orgasmic rapture. I gulped it down with such hunger, feeling her hermaphroditic-jizz warm my belly.

Juices gushed out of her pussy. I groaned, fingering her cunt and sucking her cock at the same time. I felt two different orgasms raging through her body. It was so wild. I moaned as I drank her jizz, watching her midnight tits heave above my head.

“Yes, yes, yes, you are so wonderful, Radiant!” she groaned. “I am so glad that I could be sent to you.”

I nodded, feeling our bond growing stronger. She had to fully inspire me. And for the sexual art, that meant she had to make me cum now. I shuddered as the last spurt of her jizz fired into my mouth. I swallowed it before sliding my mouth off her cock. I leaned back on the grassy floor, spreading my legs, my pussy on fire.

“Inspire me to new heights, my Muse,” I moaned, my eyes fluttering.

“With a glad heart and an aching cock!” Ealaín moaned, staring down at me with such hunger.

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Ealaín

I fell to my knees before the tattooed radiant. Her body so pale compared to mine, entwined by the green vines and the pink flowers. They made her look so exotic. Her blue eyes stared at me with such glossy need, my cum dribbling down the corners of her lips, pearly and delicious.

But I had to devour her pussy. I had to fully inspire her to gain the peaks of her sexual arts.

My midnight-black hands stroked her pale thighs, her left tattooed with her vine. A master of dancing, painting, and sex. What a wonderful radiant my mother sent me to inspire. To protect. I would see her safe from any threats, guarding her so her could art flourish. It was why I trained in the martial arts.

The one art the radiants of Rithi did not practice. For it did not lead to creation, but only to destruction.

I put those thoughts aside as I leaned my head down. My short hair swayed about my cheeks as I nuzzled into her shaved pussy. Her flesh almost burned on my lips, but her cream felt so soothing. I licked, gathering the delight of her tangy musk on my lips. I shuddered, reveling in that wonder. She tasted so good on my mouth. I wiggled my hips, my cream flowing down my thighs and aching clit-dick.

I fluttered my tongue into her depths and drank her tangy juices. I rubbed my nose into her cute clit, breathing in her intoxicating musk. Her lithe stomach flexed and her round breasts jiggled, the amulet nestled between her tits. She whimpered in delight as she humped against me.

“Oh, Ealaín, yes,” she groaned. “Rithi’s perfect touch, that’s wondrous. Yes, yes, wiggle that tongue through me. Make me cum! Then fuck me!”

I shuddered, wanting that. Eager to complete the bond and becoming her Muse officially. It was such an honor to be chosen by Mother, to dedicate myself to a single mortal. I would live with her, inspire her, my life chained towards her. I would help her work through all her arts, not just the sexual. I would see her creations flourish.

And that meant protecting her from the Paragon. From any threat to her art.

But stopping the Paragon was for later. Now I focused on pleasing her pussy. On worshiping her tangy snatch. My tongue wiggled into her depths. I swirled it around through her folds, making her gasp and shudder. She ground against me, my white hair brushing her pale-beige thighs. She whimpered, squeezing her pink nipples, twisting them, her pleasure building and building.

My cock throbbed and ached. I so wanted to rise up and fuck her. I wanted to bury my girl-dick in her. But I held off. I had to make this wondrous pussy cum first. I swirled my tongue through her depths and then nibbled on her labia.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned. “Oh, Gods, what a wondrous muse. Just keep licking. I’m so excited. I’m going to cum so hard.”

I could feel that. Her excitement surged through her. It made her squirm and grind on me. She whimpered, her eyes rolling back into her head. She humped against me, smearing that delicious cunt on my lips.

“Oh, Gods, Ealaín, you’re good at that.” She bucked hard as I flicked her clit. “Yes, yes, yes, make me cum! Inspire me!”

“Inspire her,” yowled Zanyia.

This harem she belonged to offered so many ways to inspire Kora to make her art. I sucked on her cit, trembling in excitement at the opportunity it provided. My dick ached and throbbed. Pussy juices ran down its girth, beading at the sensitive tip, driving me wild, compelling me to devour Kora’s pussy with so much ardor.

My tongue buried into her snatch. I licked and swirled about her. I made her squeak in delight. Her eyes rolled back into her head. She ground her snatch against me harder, her juices pouring down my chin as her excitement mounted.

“Pater’s cock!” she gasped, her back arching, tits bouncing. “Ealaín, yes!”

Her pussy gushed with juices. Her orgasm exploded through her. Her body became living art as her pleasure rushed through her flesh. She gasped and groaned, spasming so hard as she humped the air. Her whimpers echoed through the pavilion, such an intoxicating sound. Dizzy delight shot through me, leaving me groaning and reeling at the passion brimming through the air.

My tongue gathered up her flooding juices as she thrashed. I licked up her tight slit, reveling in her tangy flavor. She squeezed her tits hard as her moans sang through the room, a beautiful song of lust that rose up into the air.

I knew Rithi savored this moment. She loved all acts of creation.

“Ealaín!” howled the Radiant. “I need your girl-dick’s inspiration!”

“Yes!” I moaned and threw my busty form up her trembling body.

My large, black breasts dragged up her pale stomach and met her round tits. I grabbed my cock, aimed true, and buried it into her snatch. Her convulsing flesh engulfed my clit-dick. I groaned at the silky friction caressing my dick. I slid to the hilt in her, my back arching.

Her thighs locked about my waist. She fucked herself up into my strokes. Our crotches smacked together as I buried over and over into her cumming pussy. Pleasure burned across her face, my strokes prolonging her rapture.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she howled, her fingernails clawing my back as her passion raged through her. “Fuck me! Inspire me!”

“I shall, Radiant!” I groaned, my hips pumping away so hard and fast at her silky cunt.

Her walls writhed about my girl-dick. It was such sweet heaven. I trembled atop her, my nipples kissing her nubs as I pounded her pale form hard. I thrust with all my passion, her moans inspiring me to give her every ounce of my love that I could.

I kissed her pink lips. I tasted her sweet mouth as we writhed and heaved together in the oldest act of art: sex. The first way something new and beautiful was created. The joining of flesh. The sharing of fluids. The union of lust and love, passion and desire. They all swirled together in this one moment as I drove my girl-dick over and over into her cunt.

My own pussy clenched with my every thrust. My juices trickled out, running down my cock and mixing with her cream as I plowed into her. I thrust so hard into her depths. The friction sending delight shooting up my clit-dick to build the pressure in my snatch.

In my ovaries.

They boiled with another load of girl-spunk to spill into her body. I shuddered, wanting that explosion to come so badly. I pumped away so hard at her snatch. I buried my girl-dick over and over into her. I drove her wild. I made her groan and gasp. Her fingers clawed at my back as she squeaked out in rapture into my mouth.

She kept cumming. She kept massaging my thrusting dick with her pussy. My body trembled. I felt the moment of our union coming, the conclusion of our first collaboration of art. I shuddered, my hips pounding into her with every ounce of force I had in me.

I buried to the hilt in her.

My girl-spunk exploded out of me.

Dizzy delight surged through me. I moaned into our kiss as the jizz shot over and over into her snatch. Her pussy convulsed harder. She bucked beneath me, another, more powerful, orgasm sweeping through her body.

I inspired this ecstasy in her. As the euphoria bathed my mind, I trembled in glorious rapture. Our union achieved. I was her muse now. I would share in her pleasure. I would protect her, inspire her, treasure her.

I kissed her so hard as the last blast of my cum spurted into her pussy. Her flesh milked out every drop. She clutched me so hard, our bodies intertwined. My heart thudded with such joy as my climax peaked in me.

And then I groaned, nuzzling into her face, so glad my divine Mother sent me to her.

Chapter Five: Wicked Negotiations

Sven Falk

I grabbed the faerie princess’s butt-cheeks as she knelt on her hands and knees upon the bed made of soft moss. Her purple and black butterfly wings fluttered as I buried my face into her violet bush and tasted the sweet nectar of her pussy. It was wonderful. Her flesh so hot, her pubic hair so silky. She squirmed as I kneaded her ass, humping back into me.

“Yes, yes, show me how much you care for Aingeal,” moaned Siona. “Convince me, stud! Win me to your side! Ooh, yes, I like that.”

I nibbled on her clit, my nose pressed into the nectar-scented folds of her cunt. She wiggled against me as I sucked on her bud. I loved how she moved, the way her rump flexed beneath my squeezing fingers. I gripped her hard, spreading her butt-cheeks apart as I flicked my tongue up through the folds of her pussy.

“Ooh, yes, that’s good!” she moaned. “Cernere’s black cunt!”

I nibbled on her pussy lips now, her pubic hair caressing my cheeks. My fingers slid across her taut rump, diving into her crack. I dove my tongue into her pussy’s depths. My cock throbbing, aching to be in her. I wanted to fuck this faerie-princess so hard.

I would show her that I cared for Aingeal. That she was worth sparing. I wouldn’t let my faerie-wife die.

I swirled my tongue through Siona’s snatch, making her wings flutter more. My fingers caressed through her butt-crack at the same moment. I found her sphincter. She let out a throaty moan as I circled it, caressing the puckered ring.

Her snatch clenched on my probing tongue as my finger penetrated her asshole. I sank into her velvety depths. Her wings hummed now. Her bowels squeezed down on my digit as I worked it and out of her bowels.

Then I slipped a second into her velvety embrace.

“Ooh, yes,” she groaned. “I like that. Mmm, finger my asshole and eat my pussy! Convince me, stud!”

I flicked my tongue back down to her clit. I batted it over and over, striking her little nub as I plundered velvety asshole. I swirled my tongue about her little bud. Her nectar dribbled down my chin as my tongue fluttered and teased and pleased her clit.

And then I sucked on it.

She squealed in delight, her wings flapping so hard. Her asshole clamped down on my fingers. Her moans sang through the pavilion, so full of her pleasure. I nipped her bud with my teeth, bringing another gasp, another hard squeeze of her bowels.

Her juices poured out of her cunt, dribbling over my lips as I sucked on her clit. I brushed my tongue against it, caressing it, driving her wild. I thrust my fingers as deep into her bowels as I could, making her feel my passion. My dick ached to get in the game.

But I had to be patient. I had to focus on her pleasure. I had to save my Aingeal.

“Sven!” the faerie princess whimpered. “Mmm, just like that. Yes, yes, yes, you’re going to make me explode. I love it.”

I sucked so hard on her clit. My cheeks hollowed. Her body convulsed. Her wings buzzed into a blur. Golden dust fell from them as she let out a gasping scream. Nectar gushed out of her pussy, spilling about my face as her orgasm surged through her.

Her bowels writhed about my pumping fingers. I kept working them in and out as my tongue fluttered against her clit. I kept stimulating her bud, driving her wild with pleasure. I had to drown her. I had to overwhelm her in rapture.

“Cernere’s black cunt and Las’s yummy cum!” she moaned, her head tossing back and forth. “Gods, Sven… Gods!”

I didn’t relent. I kept attacking her clit, making her body squirm on the soft bed made of ground cover. She whimpered and wiggled, squirming her hips. Her clit throbbed beneath my tongue. Her juices kept flowing around my mouth as her orgasm kept flowing through her body. She needed to keep feeling this bliss. To gasp and moan and writhe in abject passion.

I gauged that moment, listening to her whimpers and moans. Waiting for when her clit was too sensitive. And then I would change my tactics. Her body shuddered beneath me, an instrument that I played with a master’s touch.

“Oh, Gods, Sven!” she groaned, her voice strained with rapture. “Oh, Gods, I can’t… You’re… Oh, Gods!”

I rose, ripping my fingers out of her asshole. Her cream dribbled down my chin and neck. I grabbed her hips, my dick thrusting hard from my blond bush. I thrust with precise aim, spearing into the convulsing cunt.

I groaned, my balls smacking her clit, as I buried into the spasming embrace of her pussy. I gripped her hips, staring down at her buzzing wings. They stirred a breeze that rippled over my hot chest, cooling my flesh as I pounded her royal cunt.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she howled, bucking back into me. “Oh, Sven, this is wonderful. Ooh, yes, I can feel that love for Aingeal. You care for her.”

“I do!” I growled, thrusting so hard. “She swore herself to me as my wife. She trusted me to lead her into Faerie and get her out safely.”

I thrust so hard into the princess’s cunt.

“I won’t betray that trust!”

I pounded the faerie hard, my balls thwacking over and over into her clit. Her pussy clenched and spasmed about my dick, her hips wiggling. Her orgasms flooded through her body. She came over and over, her entire body trembling as the rapture surged through her. It was such a sight to behold. Something to treasure.

I fought the urge to spurt my cum. The excitement of her cunt writhing about my dick built my orgasm fast. But I had self-control. A man didn’t just unleash his jizz at the earliest opportunity, cumming like a virgin boy getting his first taste of cunt. No, he held off. He made sure his woman had all the pleasure she could handle.

Then he took his.

Because a man who pleased his woman would have a woman that would crave him over and over. A woman that would do anything to please him, any act. She would let him use her in ways she wouldn’t for others.

And I wanted to use this princess.

“Sven!” she howled, her pussy convulsing so hard. “Oh, yes, cum in me! Bathe me with your jizz.”

I grunted and ripped my cock out of her convulsing cunt. I moved up swiftly, my dick dripping with her cream, and brought my cock between the cheeks of her ass. I found her sphincter, rubbing against that puckered opening.

And sodomized her.

She gasped, her back arching. Her wings fluttered, the soft ends brushing my chest as I pounded her bowels so hard. I savored her royal ass about my dick. That velvety grip writhing as her orgasm kept surging through her.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she howled. “Ooh, you are full of surprises. Mmm, fingering my asshole, getting me all warmed up for your cock! Ooh, so sneaky. I love it!”

“Good!” I growled, pounding her bowels as hard as I could, my balls thwacking heavily into her taint, so full of cum wanting to explode out of me.

Her pleasure kept writhing through her. She moaned and gasped, her orgasms so intense for her now. She whimpered and shuddered. Her pleasure drowned her mind in ecstasy. She could think of nothing but my cock giving her ecstasy.

I gave her euphoric rapture she hadn’t had in a while. Maybe decades or even centuries.

I stroked her quivering body, reaching to her swaying breasts. I squeezed them as I grunted, getting closer and closer to spilling my seed into her bowels. The rapture shot through me. My teeth ground together as the pleasure built and built in me.

“Oh, Sven, yes,” she whimpered. “Oh, Gods, give it to me. Such stamina has to have its limits! Cum in me!”

“Yes, your Highness,” I grunted and rammed my dick to the hilt in her.

Came.

My jizz fired into her bowels. Her asshole milked my cock as the rapture surged through me. My balls emptied themselves, every hard pulse sending ecstasy shooting through me. My eyes rolled back into my head as I groaned out my satisfaction.

Such a wonderful thing to experience.

I shuddered and panted. My eyes rolled back into my head. I groaned and gasped as my dick pumped her full of jizz. Stars burst through my vision. Her asshole convulsed, milking out the last of my cum.

“Gods, what a fuck,” I groaned. “You know how to take a cock, your Highness.”

“And you know how to use one,” she whimpered. “Gods, I’ll intercede on your behalf with my mother. It might not matter, but you… You are a lover!”

Chapter Six: The Princess’s Plan

Princess Ava – Echur, The Princedom of Kivoneth, the Strifelands of Zeutch

I sank down into my bed, still trembling from my decision. I had to flee the palace. I would become a slave to my lust for my father if I stayed. Even now, I wanted to go to him. To feel his incestuous dick in me. I wanted to bear his son and heir.

This had to end. I loved Sven.

My door opened and Greta, my eighteen-year-old bedmaid, crept into the room wrapped up in a robe, her hair disheveled. She darted to me and threw herself on the bed, her eyes open wide in excitement.

“What happened?” she asked, taking my hands. “Shevoin fled from his bed like the world had ended.”

“Sven did it!” I told her. I squeezed her hands and then pulled her into a embrace, smelling sex on her.

I let the mage use her body, selling my servants virginity to him to learn not only what my father had done to me but what his plans were. And now… An idea popped into my head. It was so risky, so naughty, but I’d have to do it.

After my father, it hardly even seemed like that terrible of a deed.

“What?” Greta, breaking away. “You tensed.”

I bit my lip. “We’re going to flee the castle soon. We’re going to Sven. With the Lodestone destroyed, I don’t need to be here.”

“But don’t you need to be close to your father to spy on him?”

I shuddered. I so wanted to be close to him. “Not any longer.”

“But, what if he has new—”

I pressed a finger against her lip. “We are leaving. We’ll being making our preparations in the morning, okay?”

She nodded her head, though slowly, reluctantly. Her eyes shone with the candlelight burning on my nightstand. I saw it in her eyes. I hugged her to me, squeezing her tight as my own heart raced, my own fear beating through me.

“We can do this, okay?”

“Okay,” she whispered. She took a deep breath. “I’m with you, princess.”

“I know.” I smiled at her. She was such a sweet thing. Such a delicious comfort to me in these terrible days. “It’ll be fine. We’ll go to Sven. He’ll protect us. And we’ll help him kill my father.” He had to die. I couldn’t be his whore. I couldn’t.

I wanted to be. I should go to my father, suck his cock, let him fuck my pussy, let him breed me.

I squeezed my eyes shut. “I need to see Sven right now. I have to talk to him. Make sure he’s okay.”

If I didn’t, I would go to my father. Only my love for Sven tethered me away from the enchantment that had turned my desires to my father. That made me want to be his incestuous lover. I groaned and shuddered.

Then I lay back on the bed. I closed my eyes. My soul reached out. I felt all my proxies, the vessels I could animate. They would be extensions of my body, nonliving stone brought to life by my will. I carried the blood of the God Krab. He didn’t have to many couplings with human women, but he’d created a few bloodlines of imburers.

My mother and father each came from a different line. It was one of the reason Father wanted me to be his queen. Well, that and I looked like my dead mother.

I seized the one proxy with my betrothed, a small statue I had enchanted by a twinborn witch named Fiona. I sent skilled messengers to the Lesh-Ke mountains to track her and her triad down. She had fulfilled my request.

I imbued my proxy with my soul.

I woke up in a dark pouch, the scent of leather around me. I wiggled out of it with my rose quartz limbs. I tumbled onto a grass floor. I heard the coos of a woman and the fluttering of wings. I recognized the post-coital sounds of sex.

Of course my Sven was celebrating his victory.

I grew my statue. I couldn’t do this normally, but that was what the witch had done for me. A full-sized statue would be impossible for Sven to travel with. But this one he could carry in his pouch. Then I could grow it to my regular size so we could make love.

It was almost as good as being in the flesh with him.

I swelled and swelled, spotting him pulling his cock out of a faerie’s asshole, her purple-and-black wings fluttering, violet hair spilling about her face. That wasn’t Aingeal. I arched a stony eyebrow as he glanced at me, giving me such a roguish grin. He had a muscular body, his blond hair disheveled. He looked tousled, and not just from sex.

“So, is that Duke Gallchobhar’s wife?” I asked, my pussy growing itchy. I didn’t make pussy juices in this form, but I still grew aroused.

“This is Princess Siona,” Sven said as I sauntered to the bed. “We were negotiating her support to keep Aingeal from being punished for breaking her banishment.”

I arched an eyebrow. That sounded serious.

“Mmm, he won my support,” the faerie said, studying me. “What a beautiful body you have. An imbuer?”

“Princess Ava of Kivoneth,” I said as I approached the bed. I threw my arms around Sven’s neck, nuzzling my nose against his. He held my stony flesh. With me inhabiting it, the quartz acted like a real body, soft and pillowy in all the right places.

Like my ass as he kneaded it.

“You did it,” I breathed.

“Yes, I did,” he said, a cocky grin on his lips. “With help from my women.”

“And now you buggered a faerie princess.” I shook my head. “I just can’t leave you alone for a minute.”

“This is so fascinating,” the faerie princess said. “From my understanding, Sven just destroyed a powerful artifact Duke Gallchobhar was keeping for your father. And yet here you are as Sven’s lover.”

“I hate my father!” I snarled as my lusts surged. Oh, Gods, I wanted to be beneath Daddy right now, his cock filling me and… I shook my head then stared into Sven’s eyes. “I’m done staying with him. I’m fleeing the castle, coming to you. I want to be with you in the flesh.”

Sven’s eyes widened. “He’ll hunt you down. He’ll send his army after you. He won’t let you get away.”

“Then you better protect me!” I hissed with a fierce passion before I kissed him on the mouth.

And felt so guilty. I couldn’t tell him how much I wanted to fuck my father. How much I enjoyed it. I couldn’t let him know the real reason I needed to flee. It would break his heart to learn I spread my thighs willingly for my father. Even before the spell, I had sucked him off, willing to fuck him to stay close.

But now…

Now I wanted him more than Sven. More than the man I loved.

Gods, how did this become such a snarled mess?

To be continued…

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A unique solution to a married couple’s unique problem.

Bobbi is David’s wife. Bobbi and David are best friends, and have been since childhood. They have a wonderful relationship, the envy of their many friends. They can make each other laugh, they have more common interests than just about any couple they know, they do almost everything together, and they have a great time doing it. Almost everything. They don’t have sex together. Ever. In the five years they’ve been married, they have never fucked, sucked or even fondled each other. Not one single time.

Bobbi identifies as a lesbian – not the kind who is mostly into girls but can be tricked every now and then – but 100% pure lesbian. She just doesn’t find men attractive in the least – not even her best friend, David. David, on the other hand, finds Bobbi to be just about the hottest woman he has ever met, which by most people’s standards she certainly is. He came in to this marriage knowing the score, as did she, and they both feel free to go get some sex on the side whenever the urge compels them. Often, they even feel free to describe their sexual adventures in some detail to each other the next day, with particular emphasis on what made their partner – the “other woman” – sexy and exciting. Neither one has ever even attempted to establish a true outside relationship, though, and neither one wants to.

They had been quite content as single best friends, but Bobbi’s circumstances were set to take a turn for the better when it became obvious that having a husband would definitely improve her odds. Sad and quite sexist, but nonetheless true. When David volunteered to help her cause, they had a long, interesting conversation. When things were said and done, a very unusual set of ground rules had been laid out, and Bobbi had convinced herself that David really meant it and knew what he was getting in to. But those rules, of course, could never be enough to make David stop wishing that he could take the final step in consummating their otherwise wonderful marriage, even though he wouldn’t dare do anything to jeopardize it.

“Bobbi, I’ve had a bit of a bizarre idea,” David began as they sat cuddled on the couch in front of the television. Cuddling was okay and quite common between them, as was a peck on the cheek in the morning or at bedtime, and hugs when hugging was needed, but only because Bobbi didn’t see those as sexual acts – they were simply what best friends do.

Bobbi pushed her medium-length blonde locks off her beautiful face, and looking up at David, said, “Yeah?”

“Yeah. Umm… how do you feel about… prostitution?”

Bobbi’s look exposed her surprise at the question, but as usual she replied with calm composure, “Well, I don’t think it would be too good for my career at the firm, and I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m not into guys…”

David giggled a bit nervously, and said, “No, not you! I meant – ”

“… and I’m not sure there are enough women prepared to pay for it out there to make it worth my while. Is this some pimp fantasy you have? Typical fucking misogynistic, patriarchical, chauvinistic power complex bullshit.”

“Yeah, well as much fun as that would be, it’s not what I meant. Although I would happily give you fifty bucks for a good fuck.”

“Fifty bucks!” Bobbi exclaimed in mock indignation. “You wouldn’t even get to pat my ass for fifty bucks!”

David raised an eyebrow. “So how much to have you stark naked, flat on your back, knees up and legs wide open? Oh yeah, after a nice long blowjob to start us off?”

“Didn’t I hear you say this wasn’t about me?”

“Well, it wasn’t until you raised the idea and told me that fifty bucks isn’t enough,” David replied.

“One million dollars,” Bobbi quoted grandly, with her pinky finger poised at the corner of her mouth in true Dr. Evil manner. David nodded thoughtfully.

“Done!” he said. “Do you accept IOUs?”

“Okay, smart ass, back to your bizarre idea – because so far, I’m not impressed.”

“So answer my question.”

“No, I don’t accept IOUs,” Bobbi replied with a grin.

“For fuck’s sake!” David said, trying to plant a serious look on his face without much success. “About prostitution. Tell me how you feel about prostitution, in general.”

Bobbi nodded and went silent for a moment. David knew that this was a good sign. Bobbi was a highly analytical person, and the answer he got this time would be thoughtful, well reasoned. She sighed mildly, then began. “In general, prostitution should be legal. It’s a business transaction between two people for otherwise perfectly legal activities, which for some reason get criminalized when money is exchanged. Now, there are certain illegal activities that are often closely associated with prostitution, like extortion, slavery and kidnapping, forced labour, drugs, underage sex and probably a bunch of other things, but they’re not the actual act of prostitution.” She paused, and then continued, ”But in cases where the woman – or man I guess – is doing it of her or his own free will, not being coerced by anyone, I have no problem with it. I’d like to think she was enjoying her job, too, to be perfectly okay with it. But I guess that’s true of any job – just more so if you’re fucking strangers and not feeling good about it or about yourself.”

David nodded. He was hoping to hear something like that from her. “Yeah, I agree completely. Umm…” He began to get tongue-tied again. This was going to be hardest part to get across to her. “You know – it’s no secret that I want – I’ve always wanted to, uhh, have sex with you…”

“Now David, we’ve been over this.” Bobbi was worried that David was about to cross the line that had kept them together so far. And truthfully, David wasn’t completely sure that he wasn’t.

“Just hear me out, Bobbi. I’m not asking you to let me put my dick inside you – well, for less than a million, anyway. I’m asking you to consider the idea of having sex together. Same time, same place. The way we have dinner together. We don’t eat the same actual food, we just eat our own food together, enjoying each other’s company – and uhh, sometimes we share a plate.”

“Where plate means prostitute,” Bobbi finished. “You want to hire a hooker, so both of us can have sex with her. At the same time.” David didn’t answer but he did look rather sheepish.

“Okay, that is bizarre. Not completely stupid,” she conceded, “but bizarre.” David let out a long breath and closed his eyes for a moment. He decided to go for the big closing argument.

“My hope is that when we’re done, and the prostitute has gone, we’ll be cuddled up like this -“

“Except naked,“ Bobbi interjected.

“- enjoying perhaps the most intimate moment we’ll ever have together,” he finished. Then he added, “You can put a robe on if you want, but I’ll be naked.”

They sat silently for a long, uncomfortable moment. “That is sweet,” Bobbi said, kissing him on the forehead before heading off to bed.

Neither Bobbi nor David spoke of it for a few days. They continued their lives together as normal, although David found himself wondering if there was a shade of tension in the house. He was well aware that it was up to Bobbi to decide whether she ever wanted to talk of it again, but he did hope that she would at least tell him she wasn’t interested, if that turned out to be the case. Just to clear the air.

“Okay,” Bobbi said, looking up at David.

They were watching television again, and it took David a few seconds to react. “Okay what?”

“Okay, lets get a hooker. A nice girl-next-door gorgeous hooker with a heart of gold.”

David met her gaze, and again didn’t respond immediately. “Are you sure? This is going to change our relationship, one way or the other, and I really don’t want to screw things up.”

“Look pal, this was your idea, and it wouldn’t take much to change my mind. So be careful what you say.”

David looked intently into her eyes, until he made up his mind that she was serious. “Okay then. Let’s do it,” he nodded sharply. “So – we need a plan.”

“I was thinking fellatio for you and cunnilingus for me,” Bobbi replied.

“Yep, that can be in the plan. But I was thinking more along the lines of finding the prostitute and arranging a visit.”

”They’re called escorts, and they’re all over the web. I’ve been doing some research,” Bobbi added. David grinned and raised an eyebrow. “Some of them are rather attractive,” she continued jauntily. “In fact, some of them are absolutely godownuponable!”

“Ah, but are they all bisexual?” David asked, chuckling at her Shakespearean turn of phrase. “It seems to me that that will be one of the more important criteria. So, let’s see: what do we need? Someone we’re both attracted to, bisexual, caters to couples, enjoys what she’s doing, and is doing it of her own accord. And is available. And, oh – will come to us.”

“And doesn’t cost thousands of dollars an hour,” Bobbi added.

David was surprised. “Seriously? That’s not the going rate, is it?”

“No, just what a few porn stars want. We should be able to get a very lovely lady for, I don’t know, hundreds not thousands. More than fifty bucks, though, you cheap bastard.”

“But less than a million, I notice,” David retorted.

Bobbi opened her laptop and pointed to her screen. I’ve found a few hot prospects, but I think we’ve got some more searching to do.”

David leaned in towards her screen, and after taking in the pictures for a few seconds, said, “Emphasis on ‘hot’!”

“Normally, I’d call you some kind of dirty pig or pervert or something, but I happen to agree.”

They were looking at a beautiful blue-eyed brunette, 21 years old; and two blondes, one tall and lanky and the other quite busty, both listed as 20 years old. They all claimed to be from Eastern Europe.

“You know, I’m beginning to think maybe we should look for someone around 30, around our age. I’m not convinced that 20 year olds from Eastern Europe pass the ‘own free will’ test. Maybe they do, but it does seem a bit suspicious,’ David mused. Bobbi agreed, and they started another search. “Put ‘couples’ in there” he suggested. This time, they got a completely different set of results. Bobbi clicked on a few promising looking sites before she found one that seemed to offer a lot of escorts, and let them filter on some additional preferences, one of which was ‘Couples’. There were a number of hits, and most of them were lovely looking women.

“Ooh, that’s a nice one!” Bobbi exclaimed, clicking on the small picture of a long-haired blonde. “Wow, she’s pretty. 26. Tits are kind of small, though. You okay with that?” David shrugged and nodded. “Nah,” Bobbi answered, “Let’s go for bigger tits.”

“Yeah, I thought you liked big ones,” David said. “How about her?” He pointed at a woman with a huge set, straining to erupt from a tiny red bikini top that was many sizes too small. Her face had been pixelated out. Bobbi gave him a dirty look and just shook her head. Next, David pointed at a redhead with sumptuous, wavy hair falling past her shoulders.

Bobbi opened her profile. “Hmm… very nice. 29. Probably not 29, but not too much older. Ooh, look at those legs. Nylons, David. You like nylons?” She knew full well David liked nylons. After five years of living with him, she knew exactly what got a rise out of him when she wore it. Not to mention what he’d said in the conversations they’d had about their sexual partners.

“I was looking at her tits. You like tits, Bobbi?”

“They are indeed wonderful tits,” Bobbi agreed. “Wouldn’t you love to get your face right in there and nibble away for an hour or two?”

“Okay, now this is erotic,” David remarked, staring directly at Bobbi.

“What, naughty talk while looking at pictures of half naked women?” Bobbi said, the surprise evident in her voice. Then she took a long, obvious look at his crotch, and began to sing softly, “David’s got a hard-on! David’s got a hard-on!”

“Betcha ten bucks you’re wet inside your panties!”

“I am not!” she replied, reprising her indignation.

“Oh yeah? Prove it!”

She giggled, then moved her face enticingly close to his before giving his a playful slap. “Okay, let’s file that away. Talking dirty to each other while porn surfing is erotic.”

“For both of us?” David asked hopefully.

“Yeah, for both of us,” she replied reluctantly.

They turned back to the redhead’s profile. She had written a couple of paragraphs about herself and her own preferences. It was well written and sounded quite sincere. She had a bunch of good references, but they all read like the same person had written them. Even more beautiful in person. Fun to be with. Made me feel comfortable. Right on time. Not a clock-watcher.

“Oh, look!” Bobbi exclaimed. “She caters to males, females, and corporals!”

“I believe ‘c-p-l-s’ means ‘couples’,” David explained patiently. “That would be us, dear.”

They scanned slowly through her pictures, which were professionally done, showing her in and out of a number of outfits and occasionally naked, although those were quite Maxim-esque with not too much of her naughty bits showing. In a few, she was in intimate poses with a nice looking blonde, who it seems was also available with her for ‘duos’.

“Don’t they look hot together?” David’s lesbian wife asked him lustily.

“To be quite honest,” David replied, “I think you’d look hotter with her.”

She gave him one of the more tender glances she had ever given him, and said quietly, “God, I wish you had a cunt.” A moment later she continued brightly, “So! Have we made a choice?”

David was still recovering from that declaration, which he soon came to realize was probably the nicest thing she had ever said to him. “Yeah, looks like it,” he agreed. “When do you want to do this?”

“I don’t know, Friday or Saturday night? We could go out to dinner first, then come home for some unbelievable sex – isn’t that how it’s normally done?”

“Yes, I suppose it is,” David agreed, “although I’m not sure that the word ‘normal’ actually applies in this case.”

“I’ll make the restaurant reservation,” Bobbi volunteered, “and you arrange the hooker.”

“Gee, thanks. But why don’t we hire – what’s her name?”

“Umm… Emma”

“Why don’t we make sure Emma’s available before we book dinner? Is Saturday our first choice?” David asked. Bobbi nodded, and David pulled out his cellphone. “Here goes nothing!” He dialled the number on the website, then while the phone was ringing, asked Bobbi, “What time?”

“Let’s say nine o’clock. We’ll reserve for about seven at the restaurant.”

“Elegance Escorts. How may I help you?” the smooth female voice at the other end of the line asked.

“Hi, I’m interest in uhh, seeing Emma,” David opened. Bobbi mouthed the word “speaker!” adding a stabbing motion with her index finger. David complied.

“An excellent choice, but I’m sorry, Emma isn’t available this evening. She’s one of our most popular models.”

“No – not for tonight. We – I was thinking I’d like to reserve her time for Saturday night,” David explained.

“I see – let me have a look.” After a pause that seemed much longer than it actually was, she said, “Yes, that could work. What time did you have in mind?”

“How about nine o’clock?” David asked.

“That’s fine, may I have your name and phone number, please?” David gave his first name and cell number, and she didn’t press him for his last name.

“Incall or outcall?”

David replied, “Can we have her come over here?”

“Outcall. May I have your address, please?” David complied, and she continued, “One last question. How much time would you like to spend with Emma?”

“Umm… an hour?” David said, but Bobbi was frantically holding up two fingers. David grinned and said, “No, make it two.”

The lady from the escort agency quoted them a price, which was more than David had expected, but he agreed to it. “Okay then, David. Emma will see you at your place at nine o’clock Saturday evening. Will you be paying cash, credit card or email transfer?”

“Let’s go with… cash. One more thing,” David said. “Can you ask Emma to call me before Saturday so that we can arrange some final details?“

The woman hesitated, then said, “That’s a bit unusual. If you have specific preferences in terms of dress or other equipment you’d like her to bring, I can pass them on. But she’ll have your phone number, so I’ll let her know you’d like to speak to her. Our ladies are always dressed impeccably, sexy but not overtly sexual. Unless you ask for that, of course.” The call ended with David letting out a breath, feeling glad that it was over with.

“You know she thinks you’re some kind of kinky pervert, right? She thinks you were too embarrassed to ask for the strap-on to fuck you up the ass with, or whether she’ll piss on you while wearing a Little-Bo-Peep costume or something,” Bobbi teased.

“How do you come up with stuff like that?” he asked, then cocked his head to one side and running his eyes up and down her, added, “Do you have a Little-Bo-Peep costume?” which earned him a punch on the shoulder.

Emma did call the next evening, so David put her on the speaker and they filled her in on their situation, although they didn’t go into much detail. “So I’m seeing a couple – they didn’t tell me that,” she commented, without expressing any surprise at the husband-and-lesbian situation.

“Yeah, well we didn’t actually go out of our way to make that clear,” Bobbi told her, “but judging by your profile we didn’t think it would be a problem.”

“No, no problem at all. So, are we going for any special look? Slutty street hooker, schoolgirl, soccer mom?”

“No –“ David started.

“Yes!” Bobbi overruled. “Elegant, sophisticated, slinky dress with nylons and heels, perfect make-up. Tasteful jewellery. I’m quite feminine myself, and I like women who are the same. That’s how I’ll be dressed, too.”

“David, are you okay with that?” Emma asked.

“Oh yeah,” he replied, “but I have to say, slutty street hooker sounds kind of intriguing!”

“Not on my watch, pal,” Bobbi replied. “You can do that on your own dime.”

Saturday night took far too long to arrive, and when Bobbi emerged to find David in a light grey suit, white shirt and tie, David took a long look at her and gave his head a slight shake. “I’ve always known you were gorgeous, but this is beyond my wildest imagination – and that’s saying a lot.”

“Why thank you sir!” Bobbi said, giving a little twirl that caused the mid-thigh skirt of her low-cut blue dress to flare up tantalizingly, “you certainly know how to charm a lesbian!”

At the restaurant, they took a table for two in the window, which was up five or six steps from street level, so they had both a nice view and a nice amount of privacy. The waitress came by to take their drink orders. Bobbi ordered a bottle of red, but David make it clear to her that he would be content with a glass.

“That surprises me,” Bobbi commented.

David chuckled. “I’m not taking any chances tonight. After the hundreds of unfulfilled erections you’ve given me over the years, I’m not going to risk anything that might embarrass me now!”

“Really? That’s kind of … cute … in a sick, perverted sort of way.”

“There’s nothing sick or perverted about being turned on by the beautiful woman you’ve had the hots for since you were old enough to know what erections were even for,” David retorted.

“Yeah, fine. And you’re probably right not to risk it tonight – because you know I’d never let you forget it. ‘Here comes ol’ cocktail weenie!’ or ‘Hey, David! Any luck with the limp dick situation?’” Then she added brightly, “No pressure, though.” He chuckled and rolled his eyes, but he knew that she probably wouldn’t be able to help herself. No pressure, indeed. She went on, “I don’t know if you’ve ever noticed, but I can be a bit of a tease at times.” He chuckled again. She continued, in a more serious tone, “But I’ve really tried not to be a cock teaser. I completely get how unfair that would be.”

He nodded. “You’ve been very restrained in that department, and I do appreciate it. That doesn’t mean I don’t seize the opportunities that present themselves, though. But that’s on me, not on you.”

“Yeah, I’ve noticed. But!” She had a grin on her perfect face that bordered on evil. “If there was ever a time when I could get away with a little cock teasing, it would be right now, don’t you think?” she asked.

David wasn’t sure he liked the sound of that. “You’re not going to embarrass yourself, are you? I like this restaurant.”

“Oh, no, I won’t embarrass myself. Although if I do this properly, you might find walking out of here rather embarrassing. On the other hand, the wet worm problem would be solved! See? I’ll be doing you a favour!”

“Speaking of other hands,” David declared sternly, “If you go through with this and for some reason Emma doesn’t show tonight, I’m going to make good use of your other hand. Understood?”

Bobbi appeared to be weighing the odds for a moment, then knocked her napkin on the floor. “Oops!” she said, and when David reached down with one arm to pick it up, she quickly kicked it under the table. “Oops again!” David laughed, because he had a pretty good idea what was coming. He had no choice but to get his head down under the tablecloth to try to find it. Bobbi slowly but obviously opened her beautiful nyloned legs, and pulled her skirt a few extra inches up her thighs. David had a good long look before he retrieved the napkin and placed it back on the table. When David didn’t make any comment, Bobbi said, “So, am I wearing stockings or pantyhose?” David shrugged innocently. “Betcha five bucks I’m wearing stockings,” she continued.

“I’ll take that bet,” David replied, and Bobbi smiled sweetly.

The wine came, and the waitress poured them each a glass. “To a memorable evening!” David toasted. They clinked glasses and took a drink.

“What do you think of the waitress?” Bobbi asked.

“Seems okay to me. No complaints so far,” he replied.

“No, you idiot. I’m talking about her tits. Nice cleavage in that tight white top, very round ones, not overly big but not small either. Did you see those nipples sticking out?” David laughed and agreed that they were more than acceptable. “See,” she continued, circling her finger around in front of herself, “this is part of the whole cock teasing thing. Do you think your cock would be hard if you were playing with her tits right now?”

“That’s a distinct possibility,” he admitted, and felt a slight stirring in that general area.

Bobbi noticed David’s very slight squirm that accompanied the realization, and laughed, “It’s working, isn’t it?”

“Let’s have a look at the menu,” David said, instead of answering.

They each opened their menus and began to browse. After a few seconds, Bobbi leaned forward, accentuating her own cleavage, which David had admired from the moment he had first seen her blue dress, back at their home. She went a step further by clasping her hand in front of her and squeezing her forearms closer together. Her breasts spilled forward, two smooth, white globes pushing outwards against each other. Stretching her neck to bring her head even closer to David’s, she glanced quickly at his menu, and whispered, “Do you like what you see?”

“The breast looks good,” he replied, pointing to the duck on the menu. Then he added, “This works both ways, you know.” He met her gaze, then dropped his eyes to her chest and held them there. “Don’t you dare tell me your eyes are up there.”

“That’s okay with me. Keep looking if you want. Let me help you mentally undress me. She unclasped her hands, and with the index finger of her right hand, pointed to a spot on her left breast and said, “One nipple is right here,” and then switching hands, finished, “and the other is right here.”

The waitress returned to take their orders while Bobbi was still posed for David’s benefit. Bobbi didn’t move except to look at the waitress. “I was thinking about having some coq-au-vin, but I think I’ll stick with the clams,” Bobbi said, smiling up at the waitress.

“You’re sure you won’t try the coq, darling?” David asked. “I’ll have the breast of duck, please,” he told the waitress.

“Well, I’m just not in that kind of mood this evening. Perhaps some other time”

When the waitress had left, David said, “I’ll believe that when I see it.”

Dinner was delicious, but neither of them wanted dessert. They both admitted to being more than a little bit nervous, and although coffee sounded appealing, dessert did not. Eventually, they asked for the bill. “Just two cock teases left,” Bobbi announced as they waited for the waitress to bring it to them. David jolted upright as he felt something land gently on his cock.

“Hmmm…” Bobbi said, “Not completely hard yet, but it’s getting there.” She wiggled her nylon-covered toes, then slid her shoeless foot up and down the front of his pants slowly, directly over his rapidly hardening penis.

“Bobbi!” he whispered sharply, “Cut it out!” Then he added, “You do realize how heterosexual this is, don’t you? You’re going to get yourself drummed right out of the lesbian club.”

“Alas, you’re right,” she sighed a long moment later, slipping her red high-heeled shoe back on. Lifting her face-down phone off the table, she said, “So here, take at look at this.” She thrust a picture of a kneeling Emma, naked except for nylons, garters and heels, one hand pulled across her chest to cover her nipples but not much more, into his face. “This is the woman you’re going to be fucking in a little while – now that your cock is good and hard. Just imagine yourself kissing those lips, caressing her stockings, fondling her beautiful tits – while she’s stroking your cock like a pro,” she crooned, then moaned softly as she adjusted her position on the chair seat.

David laughed softly and observed, “I may have an erection – yeah, okay I do – but you’re all set to go, too!”

Bobbi flushed and replied, “Umm… I, uhh, I did that for your benefit. It was just more cock-teasing.” David nodded slowly, smiling. His phone rang.

“Hello Emma,” David said. He had his eyes on her picture, which Bobbi was just beginning to pull away when David stopped her. “Yes, we’re still on. In fact, we were just talking about you… Okay… We’re looking forward to this…. Glad to hear that… See you soon.” They paid the bill and left a few minutes later, with David instructing Bobbi to walk in front of him – but not too far in front.

They arrived home with twenty minutes to spare. Bobbi went straight in to her bathroom, to ‘freshen up’. When she came back to sit with David, he noticed immediately that she had fixed her makeup, and splashed on a fragrance that he found quite compelling. “It seems to me that you’re looking to get laid tonight,” he commented drily, just as the doorbell rang.

“This is it,” Bobbi said almost nervously, and David squeezed her shoulder as he rose to go to the door. He opened it with a smile, and invited the beautiful lady wearing the short black dress, long tan nylons and heels into their home.

“Hello, I’m Emma. You must be David?”

“I am indeed. Please, come in and meet Bobbi.” He ushered her into the living room, hand lightly on her back, where Bobbi sat on the large couch with her legs elegantly crossed. “Bobbi, this is Emma. Emma, Bobbi.” Bobbi rose, and they kissed each other on both cheeks, accompanied by a slight hug.

David handed Emma an envelope, which she accepted with the slightest of nods, and slipped in to her purse. Bobbi invited Emma to sit down beside her, and David sat in the chair across from them.

“You two –“ Emma began, just as David said, “Would you like a drink? Oh, sorry…”

“Yes please,” Emma smiled sweetly. David offered her wine, and she asked for a glass of white.

“Red for me,” Bobbi said. “You’re cut off, though.” Emma glanced at David nervously. Bobbi chuckled, and said “Just an inside joke. David was worried –“

“About nothing. Absolutely nothing,” he interjected. Bobbi winked slyly at Emma, who might or might not have guessed what the inside joke was, but she dropped the subject anyway.

When David came back, Emma started up again. “I was about to say, you two have a very unique relationship. I’ve had a lot of couples where the man was straight and the woman bi, and quite a few lesbian couples, but I think you’re the first where the man was straight and his wife lesbian.”

“We truly love each other, and it does hurt me that I just can’t get my head around fucking a man – any man – but I’d rather be with David than anybody else, female or male,” Bobbi explained quietly.

“We’re best friends,” David added.

“So,” Emma began, “I’m going to be the sexual bridge between you. That’s kind of cool!” She put her glass on an end table, and stood up. She turned around slowly, arms outstretched gracefully. “Will I do?” They both nodded, drinking in the sight of the elegantly dressed, gorgeous escort. “Have you thought about how we’re going to do this?”

“Mostly together, all three of us together,” David replied. “This is going to be our way – Bobbi and me – of having sex together.”

“I really want to kiss you,” Bobbi declared, standing up again. “David, why don’t you give Emma a little hug from behind while I see if I can find her tonsils.” Emma giggled at that, and David did what she suggested. He nibbled at her neck while Bobbi locked her lips on Emma’s, and thrust her tongue deeply into Emma’s mouth. David’s arms were around Emma’s waist, and he slowly moved them up her belly until his forearms were nestled comfortably under her breasts, raising them slightly.

“May I?” he whispered into her ear, and she nodded and moaned throatily, without breaking Bobbi’s kiss. David raised his hands to the material of the sexy dress covering her breasts, fondling them gently. He went back to nuzzling her neck with his mouth and teeth. Finally, Bobbi broke the kiss.

“This is so… erotic!” Emma breathed. Only then did Bobbi notice that David had claimed both of Emma’s boobs, and joined her hands to his. Emma moaned as the four hands weaved and twined across, under, over her ample tits. Emma leaned her head back, tilted up to the right, mouth open, inviting David to kiss her next. He complied readily. Bobbi’s hands slid off Emma’s chest and circled behind her, moving downwards to her ass. David was pressed tightly against Emma from behind, and Bobbi had to squeeze her hands in to get to Emma’s cheeks.

“David’s got a hard on,” she sang quietly.

“Unh-hunh,” David agreed without removing his tongue from Emma’s mouth.

Emma brought her own hands around to Bobbi’s ass, and after a couple of passionate squeezes, pulled Bobbi’s skirt up. She fondled her bottom through Bobbi’s pantyhose, paying special attention to the gap between her legs, reaching between them as far as she could. Only after he broke the kiss, did David realize what the beautiful ladies were doing with each other, and he slipped to his knees to watch. Bobbi resumed the long kiss they had interrupted earlier. For the first few seconds on his knees, David’s attention was drawn to his wife’s sexy, pantyhose-clad ass and legs in heels, with Emma’s hands exploring them lustily. His cock throbbed in his pants. But then he reached up under Emma’s skirt, and began fondling the nylon on the leg nearest him. Soon, his other hand was on her calf, and he was feeling the length of her stocking – for it was indeed a stocking – with relish. His head disappeared under her skirt and he kissed the stocking top and bare thigh above it, while he continue to fondle her leg. Emma was moaning lustily through the deep kiss.

“Any chance you ladies would like to take some clothes off?” David asked from under Emma’s skirt.

Bobbi glanced down, and cried, “Get out of there, you pervert!”

Emma laughed, and contradicted her. “Don’t get out of there! That feels really nice.” Bobbi shook her head and kissed Emma again.

They kept it up for a few more minutes, until Bobbi said, “Yeah, I guess it’s time to get serious.”

Emma piped up, “I think David should strip first.”

“Ooh, I like the way you think,” Bobbi replied, a gleam in her eye. “It’ll be fun to see him standing there, all embarrassed, while his stupid-looking erection waves around knocking over lamps and things.”

“I’m flattered,” David replied, “but I’m afraid I’m going to disappoint you.” He cocked his head to one side, and added, “You haven’t actually seen a large number of erect penises, have you?”

“Hey!” Bobbi countered, pointing at herself with both hands.

“Yeah, good point. But not naked erect penises.”

“Let’s go into my bedroom,” Bobbi offered. “David doesn’t get too many invitations into there, but I think tonight warrants it.”

“Don’t you ever sleep together?” Emma asked, genuinely curious.

“Sometimes, but we usually end up in David’s room. It’s me inviting myself into his bed, rather than the other way around. He can be quite a gentlemen when it matters – despite the fact that he seems to like sticking his head under women’s skirts.”

They guided Emma to Bobbi’s room, where the two sexy women hopped on to her bed, heels still on, and propped themselves up on her pillows. Their skirts rode up tantalizingly, which David did not fail to notice. “Strip!” Bobbi commanded. David took off his suit jacket and folded it over a chair. He then began to loosen his tie, when Emma spoke up. “No, pants next! Leave your shoes on if you can.”

Bobbi gave Emma an appraising glance. “So, this is erotic?”

Emma shrugged. “For me it is, yeah. So’s this,” she said, placing her hand on Bobbi’s thigh, pulling the skirt up even higher as she fondled the nyloned leg. Bobbi noticed that David had taken an interest in Emma’s action. He was staring at Bobbi’s legs. “And it’ll help keep him hard, too.”

“As if he needs help!” Bobbi observed with a critical eye on his shorts.

David’s pants were off. He stood there for a moment, until Bobbi giggled, “Underwear.” David complied. He stood in front of them, cock sticking out from between his shirttails.

“You don’t find that sexy at all, hmm?” Emma asked Bobbi. She shrugged. “Come here, please,” Emma said to David, pointing to her side of the bed. David walked over. Emma took his penis in her hand, and stroked it lightly. She turned back to Bobbi. “It is a nice one, you know. I’ve had a lot worse.” She giggled. “I’ve had a lot that are a lot worse!”

“Yes, I suppose it is a nice one,” Bobbi agreed. David looked at her quizzically, almost hopefully. “Oh, settle down, David. I can admire it the way I admire a fine-looking turkey sitting on the dining room table at Christmas. Doesn’t mean I want to fuck it!”

“I dunno – you do always claim a drumstick. I’m taking my shoes and socks off,” David declared. “I’d feel less stupid than I do right now.” He took them off, but he still wore his shirt and loose tie. “How long am I going to be the only exposed one here? Come to think of it, I’d be happy if you just took off your dresses.” He paused for a moment, then added, “In fact, I’d be very happy if you took off each other’s dresses.”

Bobbi gave a thoughtful pout and agreed, “That could be fun.” She found it necessary to put her tongue back in Emma’s mouth as she reached down to take hold of the hem of Emma’s little black dress. Emma found the zipper on the back of Bobbi’s dress, and lowered it slowly. Bobbi pulled Emma’s dress up, exposing her thighs above the stockings, then over her ass, revealing her black garter belt and matching lacy panties. Emma slid Bobbi’s dress off her shoulders and pulled her arms out of the sleeves. David got his first glimpse of the sexy baby blue bra with black piping that Bobbi was wearing. Bobbi slid Emma’s dress even higher, over her tits to reveal a bra that matched the rest of her underwear. Emma pulled Bobbi’s blue skirt out from under her ass, leaving it bunched around her waist. Bobbi slipped Emma’s dress over her head. Emma released Bobbi’s dress as Bobbi slid Emma’s down her arms and off, laying it on the bed. Then Emma did the same to Bobbi, and the beautiful women sat on the bed sexily, in their lingerie, hosiery and heels. David gave his cock a slight stroke, admiring the gorgeous women in front of him.

“Time to get you covered,” Emma said to David, producing a condom from her purse. David reached for it, but Emma shook her head saucily and crooked a finger, beckoning him to the bed. She patted the spot beside her and he sat down, placing a hand on her stockinged thigh. Bobbi did the same on her other one. Emma bit the condom wrapper open, then put the condom in her mouth.

“What the hell?” Bobbi asked, but David anticipated what was coming. His cock pulsed harder. Emma eased her head down towards David’s erection, then took it in her hand. She stroked it slowly, twice up and twice down, before lowering her head over it. David groaned as her lips embraced the head. Emma began bobbing slowly, a bit deeper each time, until after a minute or two she withdrew, leaving David’s cock wearing the condom.

“It’s magic!” Bobbi cried, feigning astonishment.

“Can you teach her the trick?” David asked Emma. “I’d probably let her practice on me.”

Emma laughed, but she resumed stroking David with her hand. David reached out to her breasts, and kneaded the bare flesh in the cleavage outside her bra. Bobbi was working the clasps on the back of Emma’s brassiere when David kissed the gorgeous hooker one more time. Bobbi let the bra spill off Emma’s chest, and David’s hands quickly found her bare nipples. Bobbi slid her hands across Emma’s naked back, around under her arms, and mingled again with David’s hands to feel Emma’s round, heavy breasts. Emma broke the kiss with David, and swung her head around to let Bobbi have her mouth. She reached behind Bobbi and undid her bra. David stopped kneading Emma’s tits, transfixed. Bobbi clasped her hands over the cups of her bra to hold it up, then glancing back and forth between David and Emma, conscious of David’s fixation on what he was about to see, slowly let the bra fall away.

“You are so beautiful,” David said quietly. Bobbi just stared at David. It wasn’t the first time he’d seen her unclothed, but it was the first time he’d seen her that way in such a sexual situation. Emma realized quickly that she was witnessing a very personal, intimate moment. With her left hand she stroked David’s cock, while with her right, she cupped Bobbi’s mound over her pantyhose, pushing her middle finger as deeply into Bobbi’s slit as the pantyhose would allow.

“Close your eyes,” Bobbi said. David complied, and Bobbi kissed him on the lips. Mouth closed, but on the lips. She held him in the kiss for a few seconds, and his eyes stayed closed for a few seconds after that.

“I think it’s time for some pussy licking,” Emma declared. “So, what are we going to do with those pantyhose?”

“I would assume that taking them off is an option,” Bobbi said.

“Or, we could just rip the crotch out,” Emma suggested.

“Or I could take them off,” Bobbi said firmly, removing her shoes and pulling off her pantyhose and panties. Emma shrugged, and took off her own panties.

“Well, fuck this!” David declared, finally removing his shirt and tie.

Emma motioned the naked Bobbi up on to her pillows, back against the headboard, and gently pried her legs apart. She kissed Bobbi one more time, then began to work her way down Bobbi’s body with her lips, her tongue and her hands. She stopped at her breasts for a while, working them expertly. Bobbi moaned lustily. David began feeling Emma’s boobs from behind, while Bobbi massaged Emma’s bare back gently. As Emma moved farther, lower down Bobbi’s torso, her sexy ass pushed farther, upwards and outwards, where David’s rock-hard penis hovered expectantly. He brushed it against the crack of her ass lightly. She moaned, and between kisses of Bobbi’s belly, quietly said, “Just fuck me.”

David didn’t wait for another invitation. He slid his cock into her dripping pussy. He pumped slowly, deeply inside her, eyes riveted on Bobbi as he fucked Emma. The three of them spent several minutes rocking back and forth, tongue in one pussy, cock in the other. David finally caught Bobbi’s eye, and she smiled dreamily at him until she slid back into her own reverie, closing her own eyes. She was moaning softly, then more and more intensely. David sensed that Bobbi was near orgasm, and picked up his pace in fucking Emma. Within seconds, they were both cumming into Emma, one from the front and one from behind.

David slowed down, but didn’t immediately withdraw from Emma’s cunt. Bobbi placed her hands on Emma’s head, and pushed the prostitute’s tongue firmly against her clit, holding it there until her orgasm subsided. David finally pulled out and collapsed on the bed beside the two gorgeous, naked women.

“Fuck!” Emma cried when Bobbi finally released her, “somebody needs to make me cum right now!”

“Lie down – on your back,” Bobbi directed, and swung one leg over Emma’s face before dropping her own face down between Emma’s legs. David listened to the slurping coming from both ends for a few minutes, until the slurping from Emma’s end gradually became moaning. It got louder, louder, more intense, until she erupted into a long, throaty laugh, and begged Bobbi to stop.

The three of them sprawled across the bed, nobody moving for quite a few seconds. David pulled off the spent condom and tossed it aside onto a nightstand. Finally, Bobbi asked, “We’re not done, are we?”

‘Speaking from a purely professional perspective,” Emma said, “we’ve got lots of time left. Not that I’d bolt out the door at eleven, anyway, just to be clear.”

“Any chance of refilling our wine glasses, David?” Bobbi continued. David nodded his agreement, and rolled off the bed to head out to the kitchen. When he returned a few minutes later, he found Bobbi and Emma kneeling on the bed, arms around each other, kissing passionately once more.

“Can’t leave you two alone for two minutes!” David said, shaking his head and handing them their wine. They each took a few large sips before David put his own glass down. He settled in beside Emma, and began nibbling on her neck while his hands went exploring again. He found a beautiful, round, naked breast quickly. Her nipple hardened under his touch. The ladies resumed their kissing, and soon were pressed tightly together in a one-armed hug, wine glasses held upright in a steady grip in the hand at the end of the other.

“Hey!” Bobbi cried, breaking the kiss and turning to David, “Get your hand off my tit!”

“Pfff! Get your tit off my hand!” he replied with feigned indignation. He pointed at the centre of his hand. “Look, this is my palm. My palm was on Emma’s tit, see?” He placed his hand back onto her breast and gave it a firm but gentle squeeze. “Feels fantastic. See how my fingers get into the act? Now this,” he continued, “is the back of my hand.” He hesitated for a moment, then rubbed it gently against Bobbi’s breast, making sure to catch her erect nipple ever so slightly. Bobbi had a shocked look on her face. “See? Nothing. Nada. When you feel a tit, you use your palm.” He took Bobbi’s hand in his, and turned it backwards. Then pressed Bobbi’s knuckles against Emma’s breast. Then he turned it back palm up and did the same. “See? Which side felt better? You’d rather fondle a boob with this side, right?”

Bobbi tweaked his nose, said, “I saw what you did there,” and went back to kissing Emma, who was laughing as Bobbi’s tongue entered her mouth. David cozied back in on the other side of Emma, and picked up right where he left off. Emma’s hand slid down Bobbi’s torso, until she found Bobbi’s mound. Bobbi moaned softly. Emma’s middle finger slid expertly into Bobbi’s slit, and flicked across her clit a few times. She delved deeper, entering her vagina. Emma’s index finger joined the middle one, pushing even further into Bobbi’s wet cunt. Bobbi reciprocated, causing Emma to jerk suddenly, throwing her head back, encouraging Bobbi to press deeper into the gorgeous escort’s pussy. David was entranced by what he now realized the beautiful ladies were up to. In a moment of inspiration, Emma withdrew her fingers from inside Bobbi, and placed them against David’s lips. David opened his mouth hungrily, and sucked the taste and wetness of Bobbi off her fingers. She dipped them back in the beautiful redhead’s hole once again, and once again offered them back to David’s waiting mouth.

“How very considerate of you, but maybe it would be even better if you did that after getting me off again!” Bobbi suggested. She took Emma’s hand in hers, and guided it back to her pussy. David chuckled, and contented himself with watching them finger fuck each other. They found a nice rhythm that seemed to be quite satisfying for both of them. Bobbi leaned forward, and the deep French kissing resumed.

David found himself gently stroking a hard cock once more. As the ladies’ breathing quickened, David put is hand on Bobbi’s shoulder. “Okay?” he asked. Bobbi nodded without breaking the kiss.

David felt Bobbi’s body shudder as she came to her second orgasm. She threw her head back and cried, “Oh, yes! Keep going… keep going,” encouraging Emma not to stop fingering her pussy until her orgasm faded away.

“Don’t you stop either!” Emma begged, and Bobbi laughed sexily as she realized that her own pleasure had caused her to break her own rhythm in finger fucking Emma. She went back to work, until Emma’s hips began to buck in time to Bobbi’s thrusting fingers. David reached out to gently tweak Emma’s nipple at just the right moment. Emma’s back arched involuntarily, and she cried, “Oh, fuck-fuck-FUCK! Yes! Ohh!”

Bobbi stopped thrusting, but pushed her fingers into Emma’s cunt as far as they’d go and held them there. She enjoyed the pulsing of Emma’s vagina clamping down on her fingers, relaxing, and clamping again and again. Emma pushed back against her hand, and grasped Bobbi’s wrist, pulling her hard against the creaming pussy. They collapsed back onto the bed, side by side, where some tender kissing and cuddling began.

David let them enjoy themselves in the afterglow for a few minutes, before he said, “Oh, look! Here’s a penis that has only come once tonight!”

Emma spread her legs, touching her glistening cunt and then her pretty mouth, and asked, “Here, or here?”

“That was kinda hot,” Bobbi observed, placing her hand on Emma’s breast. “Do I have a say in the matter?” she asked brightly. Her eyebrows were raised high and she had a wicked grin on her face.

“Oh-oh,” David murmured.

“Sure!” Emma replied, “You make the call.”

“Okay!” Bobbi directed David. “Blowjob it is. Except you have to pull out right at the end so I can see you come.”

“I’ll have a condom on, so it won’t be much of a show,” David noted, but Emma shook her head with a sly smile.

“I’ll blow you without a condom, because I think Bobbi would probably, umm…”

“Bobbit him?” she supplied.

“Yeah, that, if you came in my mouth. That’s a bit of a no-no. I have a rule: I don’t swallow on a first date. I know, I’m a bit of a prude,” she said shyly.

This time David sat against the pillows at the head of the bed, and Emma settled in between his legs. She gave his already hard cock a long, slow lick, circling her tongue around the tip. “I do taste a bit of cum,” she whispered.

“Really?” Bobbi asked. “Kiss me!” They kissed quite quickly and passionately. Afterwards, she licked her lips thoughtfully, before declaring, “Nah, I can’t taste anything.”

“Uhh, excuse me, but am I not getting sucked off here?” Emma went back to work, this time engulfing the head of his penis between her beautiful red lips, before plunging downwards. David gasped. Emma slid her lips back up the shaft, swirling her tongue around it as she went, then down again, slowly at first, before picking up the pace. David found her swinging breasts and fondled them gently as she worked his cock. He began to moan his appreciation.

“You’d better warn her when you’re ready!” Bobbi warned David, as she gently massaged Emma’s back.

David nodded, but let Emma continue a while longer. She sped up again. The groaning and whimpers emanating from David’s mouth grew louder still, until finally he cried, “Okay, now!” and Emma quickly pulled her mouth off his cock, maintaining the stroking pace with her hand. She positioned the head just below her lips, and David came hard. Sperm shot out in three or four spurts, hitting her mouth, her chin, her nose, her cheeks.

Bobbi laughed delightedly. “That’s the stupidest looking thing I’ve ever seen!” she gushed.

Emma sat up, and David relaxed, dropping his head to one side. Emma turned her head towards Bobbi, cum now running down her neck to her breasts. “If you ever want to find out what cum tastes like, this might be the time,” Emma commented, leaning towards Bobbi.

Bobbi hesitated for a moment, which caught David’s attention. Then she said “Ah, what the fuck,” and moved in to kiss Emma once again. She went straight for her mouth, in a good old-fashioned lesbian kiss, then began licking and tasting Emma’s face, scooping up drops of David’s seed as she went. She kneaded Emma’s now wet breasts, spreading the dripping cum across them.

“Kinda like chicken feet dim sum,” Bobbi pronounced after she licked her lips and smacked them together a few times. David frowned for a moment. He shook his head and finally blurted, “What?”

“Well, it’s something you might want to try once, but you don’t really want to do again,” Bobbi explained.

Emma sat back up, laughing, and reached for a box of tissues on Bobbi’s nightstand. “Are you two fully satisfied… for this evening?” She began to wipe the rest of the cum off her face and her tits. “Umm, I could really use a warm facecloth if you have one.” David complied, rolling out of bed with an exhausted groan and returning a moment later with one for each of them.

Bobbi’s thorough washing of her pussy particularly intrigued him. “It’s amazing what turns out to be quite erotic,” he said when Bobbi caught him watching her.

When they were done, Emma removed herself to the chair at Bobbi’s vanity, and began the slow task of getting dressed again. She started with her panties, garter belt and stockings. Then she put her heels back on, which both Bobbi and David appreciated. They sat together on the bed, Bobbi cuddled into David’s shoulder, his arm around her naked body. With a smile, Emma turned to the mirror and fixed her makeup and lipstick, topless. “That’s rather hot,” Bobbi commented quietly.

Emma turned back towards them, making sure they had an unobstructed view of her beautiful face, nylons, and bare, slightly swaying breasts. “This is my way of leaving you wanting a bit more. It seems to work, because I get a lot of repeat business!” she confessed with a giggle. “I am a working girl, after all!” And she went back to work, putting her sexy bra back on, then standing up to wiggle into her short dress.

“I’ll let myself out.” She walked over to the bed, where they each hugged and kissed her lightly on the lips. “You two really need to have a baby,” Emma said as she left the room.

David pulled Emma in a bit more closely. His eyes met his wife’s, and each wondered whether the other’s were saying, “That’s not a completely stupid idea…”

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