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“Good, I was beginning to worry that I’d worn you out already.” Mila said with a grin before gently pressing her lips to Natalie’s and then lying down next to her, “Mmmmmm, it’s been way too long since I ate pussy, and you were super sweet. Just like I thought you would be.”

Mila then kissed Natalie again, this time long enough for Natalie to kiss back, welcoming the other girl’s tongue into her mouth, Mila smiling at her co-star’s willingness.

The idea that she had pleased Mila enough to make her smile set a thrill through Natalie’s body.

After all those orgasms, the last one of which still felt like it was making its way through her body, the least Natalie could do was kiss her friend back. This was the reason Natalie didn’t object to Mila taking her hands and guiding them to her body, coaxing Natalie to slide her hands over soft girl flesh, Natalie marveled at the thrill that merely touching Mila’s sides and back gave her.

Soon Natalie was caressing Mila’s body of her own accord, her hands tracing Mila’s pretty face, toned stomach and arms, and eventually she felt brave enough her co-star’s breasts.

Mila gasped and then finally broke the lip lock to stare down lustfully at Natalie, “I know this is your first time… and you don’t have to… but…”

The words were left unspoken, probably in an attempt not to freak Natalie out, which was probably a good thing and she was more than on the verge of doing so, but she felt suddenly compelled to repay Mila for the ecstasy she had delivered to her body. Besides, since she had succumbed to her curiosity Natalie might as well fully satisfy it.

With the sudden burst of energy that Natalie she rolled her co-star over so she was on top of her, Mila grinning up at her happily before accepting the surprisingly deep and passionate kiss Natalie gave her.

Calling upon her acting skills Natalie was able to create the illusion of confidence as she worked her way down Mila’s body, stopping at the other her full breasts to take a swollen nipple into her mouth and suck on it and scraping at it with her top teeth before sucking it hard into her hot mouth. Looking up at Mila, Natalie spent long moments sucking and nibbling on her hard elongated nipples.

In retrospect Natalie could understand why Mila had all but skipped foreplay giving she probably thought Natalie might change her mind at any moment, but they were past the point Natalie felt she could do that and while she may have missed out on getting her tits played with Mila wasn’t going to suffer the same fate.

Natalie loved foreplay, and as much as it made her blush under the circumstances she couldn’t imagine her friend felt any differently, and while she had no experience of doing this Natalie simply did what she liked and it seemed to work.

Mila was moaning softly in no time, the sound encouraging Natalie to suck harder her nipples and Natalie did letting her tongue swirl around and over each nipple so that she went back and forth between them. Meanwhile her hands which had been previously so reluctant to touch Mila in the beginning were now all over the other girl’s boobs, caressing the soft flesh as her mouth and tongue sent shivers through Mila’s hot body.
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“That’s it Natalie… just like that. Mmmmmm, suck my tits.” Mila whispered huskily, “Suck on my nipples. Ohhhhh, good girl.”

Natalie blushed at the words but they fuelled her onwards even more than the moans, which were still plentiful, Mila clearly noticing how Natalie seemed to enjoy her words and capitalized on it.

“You like it too don’t you? You like sucking on my nipples?” Mila questioned rhetorically, “Yes you do, don’t you? You love playing with my tits. Mmmmmm, I’m glad you like it, because you can do it as much as you want. Please Natalie, have your way with my tits. Oh fuck it feels so good!”

Natalie did as she was told, continuing to work on Mila’s tits for what felt like an eternity until her curiosity could no longer be sated by the foreplay. Natalie quickly kissed her way down her friend’s flat stomach and down between her legs.

When her face was inches away from Mila’s pussy, Natalie paused for a moment, her apprehension and nervousness briefly flooding back to her before she pushed it aside, closed her eyes, extended her tongue and gave a long, soft lick to the wet cunt lips in front of her.

Honestly Natalie wasn’t sure if she had been expecting it to be wonderfully good or horrendously bad but the reality was something in the middle, at least at first. When she began sliding her tongue over Mila’s pussy lips in a continuous licking motion her began to love the slick wetness of her friend’s cunt flesh and her tastebuds got used to this new and yet familiar flavor, Natalie liked it more and more with each lick. And the more she liked the taste of Mila’s cunt the more eagerly she licked, until there was no doubt left in her that she… that she loved the fucking taste of pussy.

She, Natalie Portman, was a cunt licker.

She liked sliding her tongue all over Mila’s pussy, moving it up, down, clockwise and anticlockwise. She teasing the entrance of Mila’s cunt that jamming her tongue in as deep as she could swirling and twisting for everhy ounce of Mila’s juices. Then she would let her tongue run quick pirouettes over Mila’s stiff, throbbing clit until Mila’s moans and whimpers become like music to Natalie’s ears.

The tune of that music changed when Mila began verbally encouraging her again, “Yes, yes that’s it, oh fuck lick me. Lick my cut you hot fucking diva bitch! Yes, just like that, mmmmmm, you’re licking my cunt so fucking good.”

Natalie blushed at the words, but not as much as before, and as the blush faded all she was left with was arousal, that arousal pushing the slightly her friend onwards, Natalie licked Mila with more confident strokes of her tongue, slowly pushing it inside Mila’s extremely welcoming wet cunt hole.

“OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH YEEEESSSSSS!” Mila cried out loudly, a few guttural noises escaping her lips as Natalie gently pushed her tongue all the way inside the other girl, slowly pulled it out, and then slowly pushed it back in again, “Yes… yes… oh… yes… fuck me. Tongue fuck me my cunt Natalie.”

Mila sounded amazed. Natalie guessed her co-star wasn’t expecting her to go this far. In all fairness neither was she, but Natalie felt like she couldn’t help herself. Mila was just so delicious, and Natalie couldn’t bare the thought of wasting a drop of Mila’s pussy juice.

Without even really being aware of it Natalie’s curiosity for the taste of pussy juice had turned into want, and then a burning need, the star of Black Swan pressing her face as deep as it would go in between her co-star’s legs, her mouth creating a tight seal around Mila’s cunt lips so she could eagerly swallow as much cunt cream as she possibly could. The heavenly liquid seemed to endlessly flow into her mouth to the point of overflow, Natalie’s face and even her hair becoming coated in pussy juice, as her tongue continue tongue fucking Mila with long, steady strokes.

“Fuck me. Fuck me Natalie. Fuck me with that soft little tongue of yours. Mmmmmm, it feels so good inside me. It feels so good inside my cunt. Ohhhhhhh Natalie, please, give me more. Fuck me harder. Fuck me harder with your tongue. Ahhhhhhh yeeeesssss, that’s it, harder, fuck me, yeeeessssss, yeeeeeessssss, oooooooohhhhhh yeeeeeessssss tongue my cunt you hot bitch!”

Natalie felt Mila’s hand on the back of her head, as she began to grind her cunt into Natalie’s mouth pushing her tongue deeper into her pussy as she neared the edge of her orgasm. Instead of being put off Natalie began thrusting her tongue in and out of Mila as hard as she could, for the first time in her life desperate to make another girl cum.

“Oh my God, oh my God, ooooohhhhh myyyyyy Gooooodddddd!” Mila screamed, “I, oooooohhhhhh, I knew it. Mmmmmmm, I knew you’d like eating pussy. I… I knew if you just got a one taste of my sweet cunt you’d be hooked. Mmmmmm, just like me. Isn’t that right Natalie? Yeeeeessssss, you’re, ooooohhhhhh, you’re hooked. And after tonight you’re going to be craving it. Craving cunt. Ahhhhhhh, oooooh, soon you’re going to be a cunt craving pussy addict… a lesbian whore… a little lezzie slut just like me! You’re… you’re…”

Mila’s next few words were incoherent, and even if they had been Natalie wouldn’t have even been able to concentrate on them as a forceful spray of Mila’s hot cum flushed her waiting mouth washing over her lips and down her chin. Mila was squirting just as she had done. The next wave of cum hit her full on the face as she gasped for air and Mila screamed seeing her cum wash over Natalie’s beautiful face. Natalie stopped the tongue fucking long after she swallowed every drop of what she could only assume was Mila’s cum before going right back to it, determined to make the other girl cum as much as she had previously not simply because she wanted to return the favor, which she did, but because she wanted to taste another hot shot of Mila’s cum n. No, she needed to taste Mila’s cum again. She needed it more than she’d ever needed anything else in her life.
 

The depravity of Uncle Raymond

Jim gazing at his wife from the other side of the bath tub and said, “You know there are so many things that you don’t know about my brother. Do you remember the flowery story that his daughters Kasey and Kaitlin told us of how Raymond took their virginities? Even that nice version of the story shocked not only you but me as well the first time that we heard of it.

I am about to reveal to you the real story and events that you don’t know about. Do you when remember Raymond was in Switzerland meeting with Theo Burkhart the Senior Vice-President of Varits. Vartis were desperate to distribute Glaxo’s new drug. Theo knew he needed Raymond’s help if his company was going to get the distribution rights. Theo wanted to broker the deal between the two giant companies. Theo is a Minotaur who is just like us the Centaur.

While Raymond and Christina were guests at Theo’s home they participated in several orgies with Theo and his wife Yvonne and other high ranking Minotaur couples. After several days of fucking and sucking each other’s significant other’s Raymond and Theo found just enough time to broker the deal. Theo told Raymond that they should seal the deal by each man sacrificing their children to the other man. Theo revealed that he desired to make love with Kasey. That opened a door for Raymond to fuck his daughters who were 19, 15 and 13 also Theo had a son 17 that Christina wanted to fuck as well.

It wasn’t enough for both of these guys to just agree to a simple business deal. Both participated in various orgies that week, sometimes with and sometimes without their wives knowledge. They both had become greedy and decided that to seal the deal each could take the other’s daughters as a sign of their bond to one another as Minotaur and Centaur. There was only one problem with this plan, Kasey and Kaitlin were still virgins and it would be an insult to Raymond if Theo a Minotaur took the virginities of either girl. So, Ray had to do something to help seal the deal and he had to do it fast. There was a lot of money to be made by both of them when their respective companies stock would rise after the announcement.

It turns out that this guy Theo was a bigger pervert than Raymond. He wanted to fuck Kasey but one evening in a drunken stupor Theo let it slip out that his real desire was to fuck Kaitlin but the problem with that was she was only 10 at the time. Raymond knew that it was wrong for him to request Kaitlin and he drew the line there and Theo backed off. Theo couldn’t wait to take Kasey sexually and once he left Raymond he immediately sought to find his teenage treasure.

While Theo and Raymond were talking Kasey and Ursula (Theo’s daughter) were down at the swimming pool having fun. Once Kasey had just finished swimming she made her way to the pool house to change. Theo seeing that his daughter Ursula left and went back into the house made his way to Kasey so that he could take his prize. When Kasey emerged from the shower Theo lay on the couch naked waiting for her. Kasey was shocked by Theo being so forward but Raymond had told her the day before that she was eventually going to have to give herself to him but she would have to lose her virginity to Raymond first.

Kasey remained very still knowing that she was naked under her towel. She then looked at Theo and let his tall slender body sink into her memory. Her eyes started at his youthful face down to his slim torso but she could not miss his very long and thin cock. It was different from her father’s as Theo was not circumcised and his head was covered with his foreskin. Kasey giggled as she was nervous and then her eyes began to dart up, down, left and right not trying to stare at the seven inches of manhood waiting for her.

Theo stood up from the couch and walked across the room and gingerly hugged Kasey. Theo whispered in Kasey’s ear and asked if she knew about the situation between her father and him? Kasey came up to her tip toes and whispered back in his ear that she knew but now was not the time for Theo to take her. Theo ignored her and began kissing her and before she knew it Theo a maneuvered the towel off of her body and began to caress her everywhere he could.

Theo stepped back from Kasey holding her hands then spread them open to exhibit her 14-year-old body. Kasey quickly put one leg in front of the other hiding her tiny pink slit. Theo with his heavy Swiss accent told her that if she was going to see his penis he had every right to see her vagina. Theo released her hands and Kasey moved to the couch and spread her legs open and tilted her head back as she closed her eyes. Theo looked at his treasure as he stroked his masculinity.

Theo’s eyes were wide with glee seeing his prize before him. Even at a young age Kasey had sexiness about her. Kasey’s hair fell over her right breast and her eyes opened and smiled as she watched Theo pleasuring himself. Kasey’s was very excited that another man other than her father wanted her sexually. Her nipples were perky and with her heels on the edge of the couch and hands behind her ass created an image that to this day Theo has never forgotten. Theo’s eyes went from her breasts down to her torso. Theo smiled as his mouth watered at the sight of the small tear shaped vagina of Kasey.

Theo fell to his hands and knees and crawled over to the couch. Rising to meet Kasey she wrapped her arms around Theo and he kissed her. Kasey could feel the warmth of Theo’s virility against her thin bronzed stomach. Kasey began to lose herself in the moment Theo then stood before her and she dropped to her knees and was greeted by Theo’s hard on. Kasey started things off by sucking Theo’s cock. Theo was amazed that a 14-year-old had the ability to engulf his manhood. Theo was in awe of Kasey’s ability to kiss the base of his cock as her nose was against his stomach. Not even Theo’s wife or daughter’s was able to achieve what Kasey just achieved. Theo interlaced his fingers behind her head and began to pump the full length of his uncircumcised cock from the opening of her mouth to the deep recesses of her throat.

It excited Theo watching his cock disappear down the young girl’s throat and the only reason Theo would pull out or stop pumping is when Kasey would gag on him. To Kasey’s credit no matter how many tears streamed down her cheeks she was a gamer and continued enthusiastically sucking his cock. Theo looking down at what he was doing to this little girl heightened his excitement and as he felt his cum beginning to stir at the base of his cock he pulled out and pumped his manhood. Kasey was not a stranger to having an older man standing over her stroking his cock. Raymond played the kiss and pump game with her at least twice a week. Looking up with doe like eyes told Theo cum on her face and her mouth. Theo really didn’t need any more inspiration as he erupted all over her.

Once Theo’s week knees recovered from his orgasm he decided he wanted to return the favor. Cleaning her face as she sat her on the couch Theo just had to see her young vagina’s black recesses. Theo spread Kasey’s legs and that’s when he noticed that Kasey still had her hymen. Theo immediately stopped and apologized to Kasey and then slipped off to confront Ray about what had just happened. Theo told Raymond he needed to take care of Kasey’s virginity situation or the business deal was off and that Raymond would not be allowed to have any his daughters.

Ray realized the implications of not solidifying this deal. Raymond then concocted some bullshit story and convinced his daughters to go camping overnight so that they could see the sunrise in the morning or some bullshit like that. They would pitch a tent on the ridge and sleep outside for the night. He promised his girls that it would a lot of fun. Christina helped Raymond come up with the plan because she wanted some alone time to fuck Theo’s son Peter that same night.

That night Theo obliged Raymond and had several of his servants set up the campsite. As the night progressed Theo had several sleeping bags placed inside of the tent. Both Kasey and Kaitlin waited with Theo’s youngest daughter Ursula in her bedroom. All three girls looked cute as buttons wearing nothing but t-shirts and sweat pants. Ray smiled at Ursula held out both of his hands and stole his daughters away for the evening.

Ray started the evening by sitting around the campfire telling ghost stories and roasting marshmallows and that is where the problem started. One of Theo’s daughters Ursula who was only 13-years-old was jealous of Kasey and Kaitlin. She wanted to join in on Raymond and the girls camping trip, she felt slighted by not getting an invitation. Ursula brought her sleeping bag and a pillow and went out to join them at the campsite. Ray was worried a little bit but he figured that he would leave Ursula and Kaitlin behind in the morning and take Kasey to the top of the ridge and surprise her with the news that he was going to take her virginity at sunrise. Kasey had been waiting several months since her 14th birthday for Raymond to finally make her a woman. Kasey realized what her father was up to after her escapade with Theo earlier that day. Kasey became very excited about the opportunity to finally become a woman once and for all.

See honey you heard the flowery story of how Kasey and Raymond went to the summit at sunrise and Kasey became a woman at the hand of her father as it should be with the Centaur. She told everyone how much she loved her father because he was so gentle and loving to her. The way her father was fucking her from behind as they watched the new day dawning. It was Kasey’s new day that she crossed over to womanhood.

Now, it’s true that they did camp out that night about 400 yards from the summit of the ridge. They wanted to be close enough that they didn’t have to hike to long to get to the top in the darkness before sunrise. What Ray didn’t expect was that over the previous week Ursula became infatuated with Kasey she really idolized her. They had become instant friends as soon as they met.

So, after each one took turns telling their ghost stories while roasting marshmallows the girls decided to turn in for the night. Ray took care of the fire to make sure that it didn’t go completely out so that there was some source of heat for them. When Ray entered the tent Ursula was in the same sleeping bag with Kasey.

Ray did try to tell Ursula that this was supposed to be something special for him and his girls. Ursula told him that her father said that it was okay to camp with them that night. Unfortunately what Ray didn’t know was that she was quite the deceitful little teen. Now because she misled Ray believing that Theo was offering his youngest daughter to him. That she must not be a virgin after all. That it would be okay for Ray to have sex with her once Kasey’s virginity was taken Theo then would be allowed to take his prize once and for all.

The girls wouldn’t go to sleep to them it was like having a slumber party. Since Ray was working under the assumption that Theo was giving him permission to fuck his daughter he began to slip into his usual debauchery. Raymond wanted to play his usual games with his girls. You know, how many fingers and kiss and pump. Kasey and Kaitlin became excited at the prospect of playing the games with their father.

Ursula sat very still as her heart began to beat hard under her chest as she watched as Kaitlin and Kasey get undressed then asked them what they were doing. As the girls were disrobing they each began to explain to Ursula that they were going to play these really cool games with their father. Ursula listened as they girls explained the different games to her. Ursula liked what she heard and she herself began to disrobe just like the other girls. At first Ursula became self conscious as she was not developed in the chest area as Kasey was. Ursula was usually embarrassed to be naked in front of strangers but if she wanted to play the games with the girls she was going to have to be brave.

Raymond told me that he took special notice of Ursula. She was an attractive young lady. As Kasey and Kaitlin looked like a whirlwind as their clothes came off gave Ursula the chance to finally shine. Being the youngest of three older sisters she always felt that she was always never noticed. Ursula stood before everyone and that is when Raymond said he noticed that she was wearing lipstick and eye shadow.
Ursula took her coat off and Ray was intrigued that she wasn’t wearing a shirt but it was the top a black dress. When she slipped out of her jeans the bottom of dress she was wearing barley covered of her ass.

Smiling at every one she slowly began to strip out of her dress. Her first arm she pushed through the strap and as her dress fell open her left breast became exposed. Ursula still being a shy young teen covered it with her hand. Then as her confidence began to build looking at the nakedness of the other two girls she pushed her hand through the other strap. This time Ursula did not cover her tiny A-cup breasts and stood with her hands on her hips putting her breasts on display. Ray wanting her to feel more comfortable told her how beautiful she was and encouraged her to remove the entire dress. Kaitlin told her she should take her panties off first. Smiling at Kaitlin she hooked her thumbs inside of her thong and with one motion she bent forward and her panties were around her ankles. She giggled and then kicked her panties over to Kasey.

Ursula decided to continue to be adventuresome and grabbed one of the portable stools and straddled it facing away from them. Ursula pulled her dress up over her ass which exposed her pink vagina and her anus. This brought a smile to the whole Miller family as they clapped as Ursula exposed herself to everyone. Then Raymond stood before his young subjects and got naked for his girls. Ursula sat on the stool taking in Raymond’s nakedness as he bent over and his manhood was erect. Ursula then sat on the floor as her eyes were glued on Raymond’s penis.

Raymond took control of the situation and told the girls to stand up in front of him. Raymond told the girls to spread their vagina’s open for him. Ray’s girls liked showing off for their father and quickly pushed their fingers between their vagina lips and spread it open for their father’s inspection. Ray quickly took both of his forefingers and slid it between their lips making sure that their hymens were still intact.

Then it was Ursula’s turn for inspection. Ursula sat back on the stool and spread her legs open. Her toes were barely touching the ground as her knees were pointing east to west for Raymond. She then slipped her hand between her legs and then with her middle and forefinger she opened her prepubescent vagina. When Raymond inspected her vagina there was no hymen. So, Raymond assumed that her father Theo was giving her to him as part of their business deal.

Kaitlin being the youngest wanted to play first. She told Ursula to relax and just watch to see how the game ‘how many fingers’ was played. She showed Ursula the very top of her vagina had a small slit above her hymen. You could only put enough fingers inside to make sure no one would break her hymen. She told Ursula how surprised you would be at how flexible her young vagina was. She revealed that her father was able to get three fingers inside of once. Kaitlin was really proud of that fact. Then Ray, Kasey began playing the game using Kaitlin’s 10-year-old vagina. Each girl took turns being the Ginny pig and as Ursula watched in awe. Ursula after a while became very comfortable watching the three of them having fun exploring each other’s bodies. Ursula then finally gave in and allowed the girls and Ray to play how many fingers with her.

Ursula closed her eyes and bit her lip as she felt hands caressing her whole body. She felt light kisses all over her body. Raymond wasn’t really interested in fingering her he began kissing Ursula on the mouth and moved around her body. At one point he was able to get a free second and slipped his tongue inside of her 13-year-old prepubescent vagina and to Ray it was like eating strawberries. For Kasey and Kaitlin they noticed that she had no hymen so they tried very gingerly to see how many of their tiny fingers they could put inside of her. Kaitlin with the smallest fingers was able to slip three inside of her and Kasey actually got her middle finger to slip inside of her young asshole. Ursula couldn’t believe that it would feel as good as it did and told the girls not to stop what they were doing. Ursula was a real trooper and they fingered her for over fifteen minutes then when she couldn’t handle any more she asked if there was any other games that they could play with Raymond.

Kasey told Ursula that there was a special game they played with their father that made him very happy. With Kasey fingering Ursula she explained to her how to play the new game Kiss and Pump. Kasey even told her there was a special prize that their father gives to the winner. Kasey told her that he has white candy that you got to eat each time you played. Ursula also wanted to taste Ray’s white candy but like they told her the rules were that you had to kiss his pee-pee while somebody else pumped. Once again after watching Kasey and Kaitlin play the game with Ray she became comfortable enough to kiss Ray’s pee-pee. Ursula didn’t complain once even though Ray was making her gag on his cock from time to time. As Ursula sucked on Ray’s cock it didn’t take Raymond too long watching Ursula suck his cock before he came in her mouth.

Even though Ursula was a willing participant the problem was that she lied to Ray and he had no right to make her suck his cock or allow him to finger her virgin pussy. I know that she lied but the point is that Ray should know better. She was only 13 and the sect of Andromeda that her mother was a member the sect Andromeda had the same rules as the sect of Helen. The Andromeda sect is the sisters of the Minotaur and the age of awareness for their children is 14 not 13 and she was still a virgin. That meant that Ray had no right to fuck her first that was Theo’s right as a Minotaur.

Once they finished playing the games it was time to sleep. As the night progressed if the girls got cold they were allowed to slip into Ray’s sleeping bag to warm up before returning to their own sleeping bag. During the night each girl had her chance to warm up with Ray. When it was Ursula’s turn she slipped into his sleeping bag and both were still naked. Ursula began to squirm against Ray’s body which pumped a massive amount of blood into Raymond’s cock. He was nice and hard as he nestled next her soft skin. Ursula told him that he was so warm and while his penis was nestled between her legs slowly glossing over her prepubescent vagina was’ warming up her naughty area’.

Now, when I tell you that Ray likes girls – it’s not that he likes women in general because he’s not a homosexual. That’s not what I mean – he’s into girls. When I say girls I don’t mean like the college co-ed’s that he’s been fucking from the Alpha sorority house over the past six months. No, the bottom line is the fact that Ray loves prepubescent girls. He is into girls that are 16-years-old and younger. That is what turns him on – that is what makes the difference for him.

Here Raymond was lying naked in a sleeping bag with this 13-year-old virgin girl. Both of his girls were sound asleep. He had never been with this girl before but just a few hours earlier she sucked his dick and let him finger her pussy. Her hymen was missing so in his defense once again he thought that she was not a virgin that Theo her father had already fucked her. He thought that Theo was giving Ursula to him as the first daughter he was allowed to fuck while he stayed at Theo’s chalet.

Ursula turned in the sleeping bag to face Raymond and told him to hold her because she was cold. Ray told her the best way to warm up would be to play a new private game. Ursula wrapped her leg over Raymond’s hip and she could feel his hard penis on her stomach. Then she kissed him on the lips very passionately. Looking into Rays eyes she told him that she wanted to be like her sisters who got to sleep with her daddy all the time. She told him it wasn’t fair because she was the youngest and her older sisters always got to go first but tonight she wanted to be the first.

She began begging him, ‘Can you do that for me? Can you let me be the first one you have sex with tonight?’ She knew what Ray was going to do with his daughters. She overheard Kasey and Ray talking and she heard Ray beg Kasey to allow Theo her father fuck her after Raymond took her virginity. Ursula told Ray that it upset her that her father wanted to have sex with a complete stranger before her. She wanted to get back at father and looked Ray in the eyes and told him I want you to fuck my pussy.

Ursula he said was stroking his cock as she kissed him again and asked, do you want me to give you a blowjob to prove to you that I am serious? Then she slipped out of the sleeping bag and sat in front of him and opened her legs. As she sat in front of Ray with her legs open like a straight line from one toe to the other her very small pink vagina was staring back at him. She leaned back to give him a better view then before she crawled back in headfirst told Ray that she wanted him to eat her pussy while she sucked his cock. The shy little girl that didn’t want anyone to see her naked a few hours ago had more than half of his cock inside of her mouth and throat. Ray said that her pussy was so pink and small he couldn’t help himself as he ate her pussy. When he pushed his tongue inside of her vagina he could feel his tongue stretch her lips open that’s how minuscule her vagina was.

Ray unzipped the sleeping bag and told her to stop sucking his cock. He told her if she wanted to have sex with him that she would have to fuck him. Ursula straddled his waist and her pussy was gliding over the shaft of his cock. Ray could feel her juices coating his shaft as she was grinding on top of him. Ray grabbed her hips as he couldn’t help himself anymore and he pushed his cock inside the lips of her pussy. Ursula bit her lip and screamed under her breath as Raymond pushed inside of her. He said the feeling of fucking her tight pussy was astounding. Ursula watched her sisters ride their father’s cock many times and she did the best imitation she could. Watching Ursula ride him reminded him how Kasey and Kaitlin would bounce up and down on his knee when they were little girls.

Ray then grabbed her shoulder and pushed her on her back. Raymond rolled over and mounted Ursula and penetrated her once again. Ray watched as his cock passed between her outer pussy lips to spread her open. It became awe-inspiring to watch his thick cock stretch her teenage pussy to its limits. Ray closed his eyes and fucked her. Ray had to put his arms around her shoulders because he was pushing her all over the tent as he pounded her pussy. Ursula had tears rolling down the side of her face as her arms were around his neck. She told him that no matter how much it hurt her she wanted him to finish inside of her.

Raymond kept telling her how much he loved her and how incredible it felt to be inside of her. He continued to penetrate her as deep as he could as he held onto her and then he began to spew his cum inside of her. They both were so quite that his girls didn’t hear a thing.

When Raymond opened his eyes he saw that Ursula was crying and he wasn’t sure why. She told him that he was a terrific lover and even though she wanted him to fuck her, his cock was too big for her pussy. When Raymond pulled out of her there was some blood that looked like a ring on his shaft. He became concerned but Ursula said that she must be getting her first ever period or Raymond tore her pussy a little.

A few hours later the alarm on Ray’s watch started beeping and woke Ray and his new little fuck toy Ursula. She kissed Ray on the lips and got out of the sleeping bag. Standing there with the dim light of the gas lantern Ray told me that he could see his dried cum that oozed out of her pussy onto her thighs while they slept together. She got dressed and told Ray she was going back into the house and get cleaned up. She told him that she knew that going to the summit was something special for Kasey then she turned and left the tent.

Ray woke his girls by kissing each on the lips. Kaitlin woke first she opened her eyes and yawned she came out of her sleeping bag. She was naked and she crawled on her knees over to her father as Ray was kissing Kasey on the lips trying to get her to wake up. Kaitlin came up behind him and slapped her daddy on his bare ass. While Ray was on all fours leaning over kissing Kasey as Kaitlin reached between her father’s legs and began to milk him like a cow. Kaitlin then moved her head behind her father’s ass and began to tongue fuck his asshole. Now, this is a 10-year-old-girl doing this. Beverly just imagined all of the crazy sexual things that Raymond and Christina were doing with their girls at home.

Kasey finally woke and crawled out from the sleeping bag naked as well. As Kasey sat there she opened her legs and sat back and pointed at her pussy and said to Raymond, ‘is this what you want daddy?’ Ray told me that she looked spectacular even for a 14-year-old girl. Raymond had his oldest daughter sitting in front of him with her legs spread open and his youngest daughter stroking his cock while she tossed her father’s salad.

Raymond’s concentration went back to his oldest daughter. He noticed her long dirty blonde hair draped over her breasts but Raymond couldn’t take his eyes off of his naked daughter’s virgin vagina. He leaned down and kissed her pussy then he came up kissed her on the lips, ‘Today you become a woman honey.’ He reached back and pulled Kaitlin to him then kissed her on the lips he even told me he could smell and taste his ass on her 10-year-old lips.

Then they all got dressed and hiked to the summit of the ridge with their sleeping bags. Raymond stood looking out over the ridge into a beautiful dell where you could see Theo Burkhart’s chalet. Ray put his arms around his girls and looked at Kasey and asked if she was ready to enter into womanhood? Kasey stepped in front of her father and told Raymond that there was no one else in the world she would have take her virginity from her than her hero, her daddy.

Raymond and Kasey opened their sleeping bags and put them on the ground. It was a little chilly out that morning but nothing was going to deter Kasey from having her father take her virginity. She quickly undressed as well as Raymond. Sitting on the ground Kasey opened her legs for her father. Come daddy –
Here I am – take me – I am very lucky to have such a highly decorated Centaur take my virginity this day. I promise daddy that I will do whatever you ask of me from this day forward, I’ll even allow Mr. Burkhart to have his way with me, if that is your wish.

Raymond stood listening to the words of his daughter and it excited him to the point that he became hard and moved over to her and told her to kiss and pump his cock. He was happy to hear her recognize his position as a Centaur. As Kasey was giving him a blowjob Raymond began playing with her B-cup breasts. After his cock was nice and wet they both could see the crown of the sun appear. Raymond pulled out of her mouth and then went down on his knees and pushed his girl on her back and pushed her legs apart. Raymond spit on her virgin vagina and spread her pussy open. Then he began to rub her clit as Kasey played with the nipples on her breasts.

Raymond took his hard cock and lined up the head and began to slowly push on Kasey’s hymen. Kasey bit her bottom lip with anticipation of the pain that she was told she was going to experience. Raymond then warned his daughter as he pushed real hard and fast and tore her hymen away once and for all. Kasey screamed in pain and pushed on Raymond’s thighs to stop his deep penetration but Raymond went balls deep inside of her. He stopped and kissed Kasey and welcomed her to womanhood.

Raymond pulled out of Kasey and Kaitlin noticed the blood on her father’s penis and took a towel they brought with them and cleaned her father. Kaitlin bent over and kissed her sister on the lips and congratulated on her now being a woman. Kasey ran her fingers through her sister’s hair and told her that her day would come real soon. Then Kasey rolled over and was now on all fours. Raymond told me that her heart shaped pussy looked so beautiful with the new day sun highlighting it. Then Raymond re-entered his daughter’s pussy but this time she was a real woman. Raymond grabbed her hips and began to pound her pussy as hard as he could and he quickly came inside of his daughter’s pussy.

Kaitlin kissed her father then went down and waited for her father to pull out of her sister. Once her father’s cock was clear from her sister’s pussy she immediately sucked her father’s cock. She could taste her sister’s bloody pussy on her father’s cock but it was her father’s cum she was after. Raymond said that out of all the women that ate his cum Kaitlin loves it the most. Kaitlin then smacked Kasey’s ass and told her to hold on a minute. Kaitlin got on all fours behind her sister then opened her older sister’s pussy and tongued out as much cum as she could. Kasey turned and told her sister not to swallow her father’s cum that she earned it. Then the two sisters swapped their father’s cum on the summit of the ridge.

Then Kaitlin took her clothes off and lay on the sleeping bags with her legs open and begged Ray to fuck her like he did Kasey. Ray told me that he was confused and didn’t know what to do but she was perfect in every way. Kaitlin was ten but she had a perfect body and the slit that was her pussy was so small and enticing that Ray broke down and decided to go for it. Kaitlin looked so damn good as she sat on the sleeping bag and she opened her legs with her hands behind her back and her dirty blonde hair moving through the mountain air.

Kaitlin moved her eyes and looked up at her father her hero. Ray pushed his daughter on her back just like he did to Kasey. He then straddled her chest and his large hard cock stood tall and proud as his youngest daughter pulled it down into her mouth. Raymond grabbed the back of her head and fucked her mouth. Raymond pumped hard and deep in his 10-year-olds mouth as her spit was seeping out the sides of her mouth and down on to her chest.

Once Raymond thought his cock was wet enough he then moved down between her legs and began to finger her very small hole. Raymond’s middle finger barely fit through the small opening at the top of her hymen. Raymond then told her to get on her knees and he lined up his cock and very gently pushed on her hymen. Kaitlin looked back at her hero and told Raymond to just break through and make her a woman once and for all. Kaitlin screamed out in pain and you could hear her echo of pain ring through the dell.

Raymond picked her up off of all fours. Kaitlin spun around and jumped up into her father’s arms. She wrapped her legs and arms around her father as he stood there. Then once again it took some time and Kasey had to help align her father’s cock to her sister’s vagina. For the third incredible time in the last twelve hours Raymond’s thick cock was stretching open another virgin pussy.

Kaitlin wanting to fuck her father like a real woman reintroduced her pristine pussy to her father’s cock. Bouncing up and down on his cock Raymond hugged his beautiful little girl. Kaitlin’s enthusiasm of fucking her father made the pain of his huge cock splitting her tiny pussy open seem like it was nothing at all. Her father’s cock felt like a golf club stuck inside of her pussy she thought that the head of her father’s cock was going tear her in two. Raymond looking over his daughter’s shoulder he watched as the sun came up over the tree line. It was such a beautiful moment he had his youngest daughter fucking him on this beautiful summit overlooking this perfectly green colored dell.

Kaitlin kept bouncing up and down on her father as Raymond began to thrust hard and deep inside of her. The feeling was so intense being inside of his daughter that he could feel another load beginning to crest at the base of his cock. Kaitlin looked deep into her father’s eyes and said ‘Daddy you are such a powerful man and a great Centaur Kasey is right I couldn’t want anyone else to make me a woman. I love you so much daddy.’ Then Raymond very silently pumped several loads inside of his prepubescent daughter’s cunt.

Kasey returned the favor and told her sister to sit on her face and push their father’s cum into her mouth. Kaitlin slipped off of her father’s semi-rigged cock. Kasey could see the blood and cum mixture on her father’s cock and sucked it clean. Then Kaitlin pushed her sister down on her back and then straddled her sister’s face and began to push her father’s baby making juice out of her young womanly pussy. Then she told Raymond to fuck her mouth as her sister ate her pussy. When both girls were satisfied that they cleaned each orifice they once again swapped their father’s cum then swallowed it. They then hiked down to the tent and then back to the house.”

Beverly looked at Jim, “How come I never heard any of this? How could you keep this a secret from me of all people Jim? How could Ray fuck little girls that are barely teenagers?”

“Okay first off you never heard of this because I am bound by the Centaur until the end of this weekend to keep this hidden from the world finding out and that includes you and Christina. As far as Ray fucking prepubescent girls was or I should say is an addiction just like heroin or cocaine.

The only way we found out was as promised Raymond gave Kasey to Theo. While Theo was having sex with Kasey, Ursula walked into the room naked and wanted to join in. When Theo saw his girl he asked her what she was doing and she told her father that she wanted him to fuck her before Kasey. Theo told her that she was still a virgin and that it was impossible until she turned at least 14 by the laws of Andromeda and the Minotaur. She then explained that her new Uncle Raymond had already taken her virginity. Theo was so pissed off at Raymond for betraying him and taking his daughter’s virginity he became one of the guys that actually put a hit out on your brother-in-law. He is one of the guys that I have been protecting Raymond from.

Theo went to the international council of the Minotaur and told them how a Centaur took his daughters virginity. It cost my father and me $100,000 to keep his name secret. Later he wanted more money. When we refused he put a hit out on your beloved Raymond. That is when my father took care of Theo and he never bothered us again. Although the Minotaur finally figured that Ray was the culprit and are the ones asking for the tribunal this Sunday. So, once again my brother fucked up. I know that the little girl lied to him but he still should have known better. You don’t fuck your 10 year-old-daughter; you don’t fuck a 13 year-old prepubescent girl just because she begs you to fuck her. You don’t take girls virginity just for the hell of it because you are bored. He has never had any kind of constraint or control.

You know fucking this little girl was one of the reasons why he was not selected to be on the Centaur council of North America. It wasn’t until I became Prince of the Centaurs that is the head of the North American council that I was able to put him on as Sergeant of Arms. The only reason he got on was no one had enough power to challenge my authority. Theo Burkhart ended up in a cheap hotel room in Jakarta with a dirty needle stuck in his arm along with three prostitutes. It has taken me over five years to fix the tribunal. This tribunal will once and for all clear Raymond’s name but more importantly it is going to clear our family name.

Beverly looked at her husband in awe her mouth was opened her eyes were wide with shock. “Jim I never knew – I mean how – why haven’t I heard about this or at the very least why hasn’t Christina heard about this?”

“As far as I know the reason you haven’t heard about this is because of the embarrassment factor. This isn’t something you would want your family members knowing. How his girls kept it so quite is amazing to me.”

Beverly looked at her husband, “Tell me are there any dinosaur skeleton bones in your closet like Raymond? Are there any other huge secrets that could affect our lives?”

“Well, there is one incident that Raymond was involved in that could maybe come back to haunt our family legacy. Fortunately for us there are so many other important people involved that they would like to avoid any publicity themselves.

In our freshman year of college is where Raymond fucked up the worst. It was thought by the Centaur council that Raymond and I should be split up within the fraternity house to help us gain our own identities. Do you remember his roommate Philip?”

Beverly was nodding her head, “Yes, I remember him he always had an air about himself – he always thought that he was better than everyone else.”

Jim began nodding his head as well, “Okay, well Philip was an exchange student from Germany and with the particular Masters Degree he chose our school for his graduate work. He happened to be a Phi Beta Kappa at his school before he arrived here. Because Raymond and I was both freshman Phil had become his mentor or older brother in the frat. Oh yeah that air about him was because he was to become a duke like his father.”

Beverly pointed her finger at him, “I knew there was something different about him. I didn’t know at the time that he was that much older than you guys. I thought he was a junior but not a guy who was taking Graduate classes. So what was so terribly bad about this guy?”

“Well, there wasn’t anything in particular until we went away for spring-break our freshman year. Do you remember where you gals went your freshman year for spring break?”

Beverly’s eyes rolled upwards trying to remember, “Well, we went to so many different places during those years –“

Jim smiled at her and said, “– Oh come on you remember where you went. You just don’t like to admit that you went down there with all of your girlfriends. You and your sisters went to Jamaica to the new club Hedonism. You and I were still really getting to know each other. The girls wanted a week of complete meaningless sex with groups of strange men.”

Beverly began to giggle putting her hand over her mouth as she began to blush. “Come on Jim, you didn’t want to go because you don’t like to be in a competition. You were afraid that I would fuck more guys than you fucked girls. That’s why you didn’t want to go with me. Besides both of our father’s are Centaur’s our mothers are both Helen’s so sex to us with other people is no big deal. You just weren’t into having sex with more than two people in the room back then. When I was growing up my brother’s used to fuck me at the same time and that always bothered you. You never wanted to be the guy who had the smaller penis in the room. That is odd because most white men don’t have the size that you do honey.”

Jim started laughing, “Yeah you’re right. Man I cannot believe how closed off I was when I was 18 – boy how times have changed huh. Well, anyway while you were taking two cocks at a time we ended up going to Monte Carlo and this is how Raymond lost his birthright. Christina to this day still thinks that Raymond is the rightful heir of our family name. Now, that birthright belongs to me.

This is how he lost it. Once we arrived in Monte Carlo Phillip and Raymond kind of separated from the rest of us. They began partying by themselves and Phillip was the one who introduced him to cocaine, heroin and weed. Phillip is a guy who knows how to take things in moderation while Raymond on the other hand was the complete opposite he likes to consume everything that was put in front of him.

I hung out with George, Peter and McGill. We rented things like a speedboats, wave runners and we went waterskiing every day. The craziest things we did were sitting on the beach drinking. Raymond and Phillip were also having a good time. This was the first time that Raymond and I didn’t hang out together when we were on vacation and that was my mistake. I should have had an eye on him and maybe could have kept him out of trouble. Just because Raymond was born 25 minutes before me I was always seemed to be thrust into the older brother roll between us. I’m the one that looks out for him.

All I know is that Raymond got into a lot of trouble. The first day we were there they picked up some girls and took them back to the suite they rented and partied all day. They got the girls high and drunk and had a nice little orgy. It wasn’t a big deal at first there were three or four girls with Phillip and Raymond that day. The next day they went back to the beach and hooked up with the same girls once again. This time there were more girls who wanted to join in on the free alcohol and drugs but this time Hale ends up going back up to the suite with the girls to get as much pussy as he could get.

The guys were having a great time. They had plenty of drugs and alcohol to party with so everyone was once again having a great time. When you’re young and rich and if you are willing to blow your money then there will always be beautiful and easy woman surrounding you. On the third day the guys and me left Monte Carlo for the day and took a bus over to Cannes. Ray and the guys once again hooked up with the same girls but this time there were about 10 girls and about six or seven of our frat brothers partying together up in his suite.

Phillip breaks out weed and cocaine along with a lot of alcohol. The guys got most of the girl’s pretty well shit faced or high and ended up fucking them all. None of the girls complained they were having a great time too. They weren’t paying any money and there was plenty of cocks to go around filling their co-ed fuck holes. Just like most parties progress it starts to get a little loud and small fights break out. There were girls are on the balcony naked dancing and some couples were out there fucking for everyone to see. When you’re staying at a five-star-hotel, the management is willing to put up with a certain amount of crap from some of their clients.

Sure enough the complaints start pouring in from the other guests at the hotel. Management calls up to the room and asks them to keep it down and to keep the naked girls off of the balcony and of course they don’t. Eventually the General Manager has no choice but send one of the porter’s up to the room to get these guys under control before he has to send up security and to stop bigger problems. The General Manager realizes that these guys are paying thousands of dollars a night for the suite. He wants to give them the benefit of the doubt because they are important clients.

By the time this porter makes it up to the room most of the people had already left and things had calmed down considerably. Once he gets there he knocks on the door and two naked girls answer the door of the suite. This is nothing new to him he just wants to issue the warning from the General Manager and move on. He tells them to settle down a little bit and of course the girls who answer the door agree with him to avoid any problems with the hotel.

Then one of the other girls recognizes the porter and calls him by name Francoise and then invites him in. It turns out that Francoise is her best friend’s brother. He comes in and sees his sister Daniela on the couch and Raymond has is cock buried deep inside of her tight little cunt and Phillip has his cock buried deep inside of her asshole and Hanes was getting a blowjob. All three of them are using her like a fuck doll for their personal amusement. As Francoise stood paralyzed with sheer terror he took in all that was happening to his baby sister and becomes infuriated. Once he broke from his paralysis a fight ensues between Raymond, Phillip, and Hanes against this poor Francoise.

The three of them beat this kid who was coming in to defend his sister’s honor to a pulp. Poor Francoise was only coming to defend his sister’s honor. He comes in and sees his sister being used like a common street whore. She has a cock in her pussy, asshole and mouth not to mention cum streaming down her mouth and tits. That’s what this kid walks in on. How would you expect him to react? What the three of them didn’t realize is that Francoise had a walkie-talkie on him and just before they knocked him out he was able to call security for help.

When security busts in they see a fellow employee on the ground bleeding. On the table are all kinds of alcohol and drug paraphernalia. Throughout the room they have coke, weed and pills everywhere. So, honey it wasn’t bad enough getting busted with all the drugs but not one of the girls was over the age of 16. They were freshman and sophomores in high school not college like they told the guys when they picked them up from the beach.

For two days nobody knew where our six-fraternity brothers were. We thought they left and went to a different city just like we did. The hotel didn’t know that they were our fraternity brother’s we reserved the rooms under personal names otherwise we probably would have been in as much trouble as they were or at least kicked out of the hotel.

I had no idea that Raymond had even been arrested. The way I find out is when I return from Cannes security immediately grabs me and throws me in a room in the basement of the hotel. They call the police saying that I was Raymond and why was I released. The police show up and are taken a back because to them I was Raymond. They didn’t believe me when I told them my real name they wanted to know how I escaped from jail.

When they finally explained everything to me that’s when I told them that Ray was my identical twin. I then demanded to see him and make sure that he had representation against all the charges that they were leveling against him. I tried to talk to them and told them that they had been partying with these same girls for the past several days and that they told them that they were going to University in Paris.

That’s when the inspector told me that it didn’t matter what the girls told the guys what their ages were because they are under the age of 16 that the matter was then handed over to the Government for prosecution. Not to mention the families of the girls were going to be called but they themselves were not co-operating with them so that they could stay out of trouble with their families. The police then took us down to the station for more questioning.

We had to have the tour company vouch for our whereabouts to get released from jail. This is how I find out that Raymond is in trouble. They were holding the six of them on six different counts of class-A narcotics charges. That led to distribution, intent to sell charges for each narcotic. They also threw in delinquency to minors for the use of alcohol and drugs. There were all kinds of rape charges against them as well statutory rape, date rape and rape of a minor. There was no way in the world they were going to release the guys to me he was in very serious trouble.

The only good news is that Hayes’ father new the Monarch personally so when he called his father to get out of trouble it helped their situation. They had not been formally arrested because they were too messed up to properly read them their rights. The police wanted all the charges to stick against these guys. Philip’s father being royalty helped as well. His father was a Duke and he knew the king of Morocco as well. Now our father at that time was the Sergeant of Arms of international council of Centaurs and the Monarch sat on the same council as well.

When the Chief of Police received his phone call from the Monarchy they immediately let the guys out of jail. All the records were destroyed of their being any kind of arrests. The fathers paid $50,000 for each of the families for a non-disclosure agreement. Each father also paid $50,000 to the police officers that were involved for their agreement in a non-disclosure statement.

So my father put out $100,000 to get Raymond out of a jail sentence that would have kept him locked up for a minimum of 20 years. If Christina would have found out about Raymond’s arrest or her family her parents would have never permitted their marriage. My father wanted the match between Raymond and Christina because it was a marriage two very powerful Star families, just like our match honey.

The problem with Raymond doing what he did jeopardized our family name our heritage – to my father it was considered the ultimate betrayal. This was a betrayal not only to our family but a betrayal of the Centaur as well. You are taught to keep an extreme low profile but in Monte Carlo Raymond jumped off the deep end. I’m sure that the coke and heroine had a lot to do with it but it is still no excuse. So, when I found out that my brother was playing kiss and pump and how many fingers game with our daughters I immediately thought of these two incidents. Then I thought he took our daughters virginities and innocence all at the same time. Since he didn’t take their virginities and I forgave him for what he did to them.

This incident with Raymond, Philip and Hanes was with some young ladies whose father’s where Minotaur and Satyr. Don’t forget these are very rich and powerful men throughout the world honey and my brother had done a very bad thing. These men wanted to exact revenge on Raymond and the other guys. Don’t be foolish these men knew who they were and money bought their silence but not their revenge.

Philip passed away several years ago and among the Centaur we believe that he was actually murdered. It took his best friend being murdered to get Raymond to go to the south of Spain to take part in rehab. You know there are at least five or six more incidents that I could tell you about Raymond to drive my point home to you but I think that I already have.

It’s not that I didn’t want to be around Raymond I’ve been flying around the world protecting my brother from harm so I can keep him alive. Over the last six years or so there have been at least seven attempts on his life. The last three weeks while I was away not only was I on business for the company but I knew that there were two men that were contracted to assassinate Raymond. This is why I had so many bodyguards with me – they were there to take care of these guys.

Now, this weekend is a big weekend not only for Ashley but also for Raymond and me. The Minotaur has been pushing for a tribunal to take care of Raymond once and for all and have him step down from the Centaur. What these guys don’t know is that your husband is very good at politics and manipulation.

With my influence I have been able to manipulate the other two sects to bring on new leaders men that I have helped come to power. Thayer Williams the new leader of the Minotaur I helped him out of a messy financial situation. He now owes me a favor and that is one more vote to clear Raymond’s name. Brandon Marshall is the new leader of the Satyr he was caught smuggling people across the border but because I have very strong friends in Homeland Security I got him out free and clear. Felix Morrison passed away late last night that is what that phone call was this morning when I woke up. I will be made the new King of the Centaur this weekend. When I become King I will then call for the tribunal vote and it will be a unanimous vote to clear Raymond’s name in affect clearing our family name.

I will be viewed as impartial because of my distance that I have kept from Raymond over the past seven years. I will be able to vote on the tribunal being seen as impartial. I own this tribunal, which means I will get Raymond completely off and our family name, will not be tarnished. The entire bad story will become rumors and innuendo about Raymond.

Once I am made King of the Centaur I will then place Raymond on the International council and with him and his votes will give me 85% of the international votes needed to give me the power to remain King until I decide to step down. Now, if you have been paying attention Beverly that automatically makes you the Mother Superior of Helen.”

Tears began to well up in Beverly’s eyes and she visibly began shake with excitement. “Oh My Lord it will be a privilege to serve as your Mother Superior. This is unbelievable this is a dream that I thought would never come true.”

Beverly hugging and kissing her husband Jim smiled and said, “Then a few years from now when all the smoke clears I will make Raymond my Sergeant of Arms. That will fulfill my father’s dream of having one of his sons attain the same position as he. There will come a time that I will step down as King and name Raymond as my successor. This will give Ray’s and our grandchildren the right to become King of the Centaur and enrich our lineage and heritage even more.

My nomination and confirmation as King of the Centaur will mean my resignation as CEO of my company. I have been offered the Ambassadorship to either Italy or Spain, as we will need to live in Europe because of both of our new positions. You said before that you were afraid that the home was going to be lonely soon when Madison graduates from high school. Well with this new position you and I will travel together you will never be alone I promise you My Lady. My workload will be lessened to about a 35-hour work week and free travel around the world to take care of Centaur and Helen business while we mask as Mr. And Mrs. Ambassador of Italy more than likely. Don’t worry about me making money, as this position will be more money than what I am now making now.”

Beverly slid over to the other side of the tub and positioned herself on top of her husband. Her breasts brushed against Jim’s face. Jim wrapping his arms around his wife pulled her ever upwards on him. Jim’s hands began to caress her surgically repaired ass or should I say plastic surgery constructed ass. His fingers began to search for her love canal Beverly smiled at her husband as she positioned her nipple over his mouth. “Come My Lord, kiss me.”

Jim kissed her nipples then smiled at her, “Why don’t we get out of the tub and make our way to the bedroom?”

Beverly moved upwards and stood before Jim “Take my hand and let’s retire to the bed where you may take me again Mr. Ambassador.”

Jim smiled at her and got out the tub. He gave her a towel and they dried themselves and made their way to the bed. “Jim, honey, can you tell me once and for all did you take Madison’s virginity?”

They crawled into bed and Jim on his side facing his wife said, “So you want to know about your daughter and her virginity?”

Beverly ran her hand through his hair and said, “Like you tell the girls, ‘telling the truth might hurt at first but it is the right thing to do.’ So, yes tell me the truth of how my youngest daughter truly lost her virginity.”

“Well, honey the story is not going to change. We both have told you that it is a stranger she picked up at a movie theatre with Ashley. I know that you don’t believe me but not only is he fucking Madison but he’s still fucking Ashley as well. I know that you don’t believe that but it is true. When we are sitting around the house and their phones go off ‘UNKOWN CALLER – UNKOWN CALLER.’ Then the it hangs up and like thirty seconds later their phone rings again ‘UNKNOWN CALLER – UNKNOWN CALLER’ that’s his signal. Then the girls make a secret phone call back to him and then suddenly go out and meet him.

What the girls don’t know is how devious their father is – I check their phone records. He’s been calling from several pay phones around town. For the last three years he’s been fucking both of your daughters on a regular basis. He even goes up to visit Ashley at school and he fucks her there at the sorority house. I need to talk to her about that now that she is going to be the Head Mistress.

I’ve been speaking with Shane, Ashley’s boyfriend; he plans on asking Ashley to marry him. So, this has to stop between her and this guy named Gene. If you want to check him out yourself to know that I am telling you the truth his name is Gene Gallo. He’s a mid-level supervisor for an insurance company. He’s divorced his ex-wife is now a lesbian the main reason why they broke up and he uses your two daughters as fuck toys.”

Beverly’s face scrunched up around her nose and said, “Well, I am going to have to check this guy out once and for all. We need to put an end to this.”

“Well, honey you should know that your two girls love him. He doesn’t cause any problems or drama for them they even have scheduled dates at certain hotels. Now, I know that you have not believed me but that is the truth his name is Gene Gallo.’

Jim got up out of bed and rummaged through his brief case returning with several pieces of paper. “Here are the phone records if you want to see them. This is his name and this is his picture just like Madison told you. So when it comes to my daughter’s virginity I swear to you on my mother that I did not take her virginity. The one thing that was taken away from me by this guy is Madison’s virginity.

Madison’s virginity was mine to take, as is my right as a Centaur. You asked me to wait until she was 16 and to respect your wishes. I have respected your wishes but your daughter couldn’t wait until she was a woman. Madison at that time had just a small knowledge of the sect of Helen and Centaur. Even though we revealed our tattoos to our daughters and explained things Madison did not truly understand. She wanted to be a woman just like her sister Ashley and her cousin Kasey and her even younger cousin Kaitlin.

Madison fucked Gene on the 4th of July weekend when I was made Prince of the American council and was being tattooed with the crown around the Centaur head. If you remember our daughters didn’t want to come along Ashley was 18 and wanted to hang out with her friends just like Madison wanted to do.”

Beverly smiled at her husband and was rubbing his shoulder, “Yeah I remember that weekend. I remember riding you and every time I came down on your cock you would scream in pain because of the tattoo. Well, the girls were old enough to stay home. I figured they would have some friends over not pick up some random guy and fuck him all weekend. We didn’t raise our girls like that.”

Jim smiled back at his wife as her face began to change. It didn’t seem as cold and calculating as it was for so many years now. It seemed to soften and glow in the candlelight that was dancing in the room. “Well, it wasn’t totally their fault. Gene eventually confessed to Ashley that he had slipped ecstasy in their sodas at the movie theatre. So he drugged them so he could fuck them. Madison fucked this guy and took away the one special thing to connect a father and a daughter for life.”

Beverly kissed her husband on the lips. “I understand the pain of not sharing that special moment but you were fucking her asshole. Wasn’t that a special moment when you first fucked her in the asshole? Does it really matter which hole you fucked first? It was a special night when you finally fucked her right? Remember one thing she is your snuggle bug.

Jim smiled, “Yes, no and yes. Do you remember when you found out that she wasn’t a virgin?”

Beverly sat up and her face changed she looked a little upset, “Madison came home the one night after she was babysitting for the Shapiro’s. I went into her room to check on her and Madison’s hymen was broken and had a cunt full of his cum inside of her.”

Jim interrupted her “And what did you think? What did you tell me? You accused me of what?”

Beverly smiled and put her arm around her husband and kissed him on the lips and smirked at him and said, “I know I accused you of going to pick her up from the Shapiro’s and that you fucked her on the way home. Madison did tell me that it was Mr. Shapiro’s cum inside of her. I just couldn’t believe that David Shapiro fucked my 14-year-old-baby-girl.”

Jim smacked his wife on the ass, “Well, if you can’t believe that then you certainly aren’t going to believe this.”

“What are you talking about honey, what else has she done that I don’t know about?”

Jim then sat up and pulled his wife up with him and he put his arm around her. “Let me tell you the story of a young entrepreneur. Our daughter, our little snuggle bug, our 17-year-old daughter has been one of the more successful Madams in our little town. Well, to be fair there hasn’t been a prostitution ring in our town before and our little girl just happens to be filling the many needs of the men in our little town.

It started with Shapiro offering her quite a bit of money to fuck her that night. He then asked if she would fuck a potential client for him for even more money $2,500 to be exact and she agreed to it. Shapiro told this guy that she was a virgin and that is why it was so much money. Now, the good news is that Madison is the Madam and not a full-blown prostitute.

How this started with the guys in town was with Carl Witherspoon. He and Shapiro were talking and Witherspoon saw Shapiro coming out of one of the no tell motel’s outside of town with a young girl. When he pressed Shapiro he promised him that he could get a young girl for him as well. Shapiro not wanting to share Madison asked if she had another girlfriend who wanted to make some extra money. From that little conversation started one of the best prostitution rings in our county. Your daughter started out with the junior varsity cheerleading squad every Friday night at the Nomad Hotel fucking all these guys.”

Beverly was shaking her head back and forth and her shoulders were moving up and down. “No way is that fucking ridiculous.”

Jim began to giggle; “It is so upsurd that no one would believe it right. Well, that is what makes it so great no one would believe that girls who are 15-17 years old were in a hotel room fucking up to five different guys a night. The only way someone brought attention to it was Witherspoon’s wife who found a collection of thongs in her husband’s closet and each pair had cum stains. She hires a private detective to find out whom the slut was that her husband was fucking.

Now, because the hotel manager at the Nomad was complaining about the girls they decided to move the location of the hotels every week so they could continue to operate their business. The girls met their first John’s if you will at the mall first and then taken to the hotel of choice for the night. The first guys would pay for the room for the night fuck the girl’s brains out then they were done with them the girls would tell the guys they have a ride back so no one would get caught and the guy would leave. Then the girl had the room for the remainder of the night. The girls didn’t have to pay for the room anymore it was paid in full already and then they would meet their other dates in the same room. Most girls would fuck maybe two to four more guys in the same night then by 11 or 12 at night they were done and home and their parents weren’t even the wiser to what they were doing. Our little entrepreneur, our little snuggle bug, got 20% of every trick each night.”

Beverly’s hands were crossed on her chest then she pointed her finger at Jim and said, “Jim that is one of the best stories you’ve told in a long time now quit it. Our little snuggle bug wouldn’t engage in such a racket.”

Jim smiled at her, “I hate to disappoint you honey. Two months ago I was playing golf with the Chief of Police he showed me a couple pictures of the girls that the detective took. Guess whose best friends with Melissa and Nicole? I asked him where he got the pictures and he said from the private detective.

I got the name of the private detective paid a lot of money for him to tell me what was going on with the case. His hunch was that these were college coeds running this thing. See even the private detective couldn’t believe high school girls would be turning tricks especially in our town. I quickly got a hold of Melissa when she was coming out of her gymnastics class one night. I asked her who the ring leader was. Then I told her that the police were coming very close to busting all of the girls. She didn’t believe me at first until I showed her a picture of her at one of the hotels getting fucked.

I told her to tell the other girls to quit for a while so that nobody gets caught and ends up ruining their lives forever. She told me Mr. Shapiro was supplying all the guys and our little snuggle bug was supplying all the pussy and she got 20% of everything. Our precious little girl is a Madam and a damn good one from what I have found out. Shapiro won’t fuck any other girl except Madison so every Friday night he gives up his share of the money to fuck our daughter.

I really can’t be mad at her. She is a true entrepreneur she found a need in the community and she filled the need and no one got hurt except for Mrs. Witherspoon who knew her husband was cheating on her. The other ladies in town have no idea. The only problem now is that there is an Ambassadorship on the line now so we cannot have these kinds of bones in our closets.

Now, don’t worry I am going to clean everything up so that no one will ever find out. The guys are going to be safe they don’t want to go to jail for statutory rape and the girls don’t want to ruin their young lives by having everyone know that they are whores. On Monday we will sit down with the girls and expose them for who they are and end the ring once and for all. As for the guys they are getting visits with pictures telling them to go back to their wives and not to contact anyone again or go to jail for statutory rape.

Madison cannot be found to be a prostitute she will never be allowed to join the sect of Helen and become Head Mistress or even perhaps one day Mother Superior like you. It is up to us to pull on the reigns with Madison and keep her on the straight and narrow from now on okay?”

Beverly once again was completely taken back by the way that Jim is able to root out problems before they come to the surface. Beverly thought to herself how I could doubt this man he truly loves is family. “Okay honey, tomorrow morning when we wake up we will take the girls shopping we will split up. I’ll take one of the girls you take the other then at lunch we will switch up the girls and somewhere along the line I want you to talk to Madison and tell her everything that you just told me okay?”

“Well you could help me honey by talking to the two girls about Gene. If you could tell them that they need to break things off with him once and for all. They have had their fun for the past several years but it has to end.”

Beverly looked deep into Jim’s eyes and said, “Honey I am such a fool. I am so much a fool after listening to all of this – I just can’t believe that I have doubted you. That I could ever doubt the fact that you don’t love your girls – that, you didn’t love me anymore – that you hated your brother and that you wanted to go your own way. I mean you have been protecting us and I didn’t even recognize that fact.”

Jim kissed his wife as he wiped the tears underneath her eyes. “Of course I will always protect you and the girls. You are my family – my life. I will protect you to the very last breath of my life.”

Beverly laid her head on Jim’s chest, “Now you are sure that you will become an Ambassador?”

“Well if it helps you I turned down the opportunity of becoming the next Governor of New York or Virginia. I would like to make a run for the Presidency one day but my resume is light on international diplomacy so becoming an Ambassador would be the first logical step. Maybe one day take the Governorship of one of the states as the second step. If I were to become President of the United States I would be the first Centaur to hold that lofty office. So that is what is at stake here.”

Beverly looked at her husband and realized that when her man dreams big he really dreams big. Besides what woman wouldn’t want to become the First Lady of the United States? Beverly kissed Jim, “Oh My King of the Centaur, Mr. Ambassador come and take your bounty tonight.” Jim and Beverly spent the next couple of hours making love to one another. They were rekindling their love for one another once again in their lives. Their lovemaking returned to the way it was so many years before they had their girls.

Unbeknownst to Jim and Beverly their daughters had come home early from their girlfriend’s house. They listened to the stories of their Uncle Raymond and the way that he took advantage of them. Both girls were amazed at the amount of detail their father knew about their lives. They both couldn’t believe that they thought that they were getting away with murder and yet their father knew everything that they were up to. They both started thinking about their Uncle Raymond and how naked time with him was perfectly okay when they were younger. Then later that sucking Uncle Raymond’s cock was a normal thing for them to do. Eating their Aunt Christina’s pussy well they even thought that was normal behavior for family members.

They both thought how their cousins Kasey and Kaitlin were no longer virgins and were told they were missing out on becoming women. Both of their cousins tried to convince Jim’s daughters to fuck their Uncle Raymond. Well, after listening to their father talking with their mother the things that Uncle Raymond did to them wasn’t even close to what Jim had planned for them.

Madison and Ashley sat up talking about their father and how he wanted them to take a different path than the one that they took with their Uncle Raymond. Madison told Ashley “You know that you are being rewarded by daddy for being a good student by getting good grades.”

Ashley was changing out of her clothes and said, “I know that there was no way that mom and Aunt Christina had anything to do with me becoming Head Mistress that has dad written all over it. Daddy really knows how to manipulate people into getting exactly what he wants.”

Madison began changing out of her clothes as well and said, “You know I think you’re right. He’s been trying for years to convince his company to open a European headquarters in Rome. Now, just coincidently he is going to become the Ambassador of Italy. That’s too close even for daddy. I bet you he had a lot to do with him getting his Ambassadorship. You know sis it’s going to be cool knowing that we are going to have a new house in Rome and we get to travel back and forth.”

Ashley started laughing at Madison and said, “So you are running a prostitution ring huh?”

“Yeah I wonder how this is going to affect daddy and his new position.”

Ashley was naked now and moved over to her sister Madison and kissed her on the lips and very softly and whispered in her ear, “I don’t think you are going to have to worry about anything sis. Knowing daddy he has already taken care of everything to get you out of trouble and keep our family name safe.”

Madison looked deep into her sister’s eyes then kissed her back, “So, what do you think about what daddy said about not seeing Gene anymore? He fucks me so damn good I don’t know if I could give up a good cock like his.”

Ashley began to squeeze her sister’s breast. “Daddy is right. I need to be more faithful to Shane. You are right though Gene’s cock isn’t as big as daddy’s but he does really know how to fuck.”

Madison sat on the bed and lay down spreading her legs pushing her sister’s fingers deep inside of her pussy. “I do like the way Gene’s cock spreads open my pussy lips it’s almost as good as daddies. You know now that daddy and Uncle Raymond are going to forgive each other. I think I’m going to spend a little more time fucking Uncle Raymond to make up for missing out on Gene’s cock. Listen Ashley tomorrow morning can you go shopping with daddy first?”

Ashley kept pumping her fingers inside of her sister’s pussy. “Sure honey anything for you.”

Madison began playing with her sister’s breasts and pulled her sister down on top of her and kissed her and their tongues began exploring each other’s mouths she said, “You are the best older sister a girl could have.”

Ashley smiled and asked, “Did you happen to bring any toys with you?”

Madison’s eyes rolled up inside of her head and ran her fingers through her hair, “You know better than that sis, of course, I brought toys. I never go anywhere without them. Let me up, they are in my bag. Madison went over to her bag and pulled out several strap-on dildos. She tossed one over to her sister. “Here I like to be fucked with that one and here is some lube. I’ll be back in a minute.” Madison went into the bathroom and washed her pussy and then lubed her pussy and asshole and prepared herself.

Ashley wasted no time she lubed her pussy and her asshole, as she knew that her sister loved to abuse both of her holes with dildos. She was now strapped and readied herself for her little sister. Madison came out of the bathroom looking at her older sister lying on the bed. Ashley was having a hard time lubing the dildo on the strap on. It was a very unique strap on which was given to Madison by her younger cousin Kaitlin. There were seven balls in a line that made up the dildo starting with the smallest ball at the top to the largest at the base. Ashley was using an equal amount of lube on each ball to make it more enjoyable for her sister Madison.

Ashley smiled at Madison, “Don’t you wish sometimes you were a guy and had a cock like this? Nice and big and knew that every girl you fucked was praying that you don’t destroy her pussy or her asshole? Come here and suck the first three balls. Get it nice and wet so I can fuck your pussy.”

Madison crawled onto the bed watching her sister stroking the balls of the dildo. “Sometimes sis I like to pretend when you have the strap on, on that you are Daddy fucking me. Yeah I do love having my pussy and asshole stretched open by a big cock. ” Madison then took the tip of the dildo and spit on it and then began to suck on it.

Ashley smiled, “Come on sis let’s see how much you can swallow.” Madison opened her mouth and to her amazement swallowed the majority of the dildo. Madison continued to suck and spit on the dildo and Ashley’s mouth began to gape in amazement at how well her younger sister made the dildo disappear in her mouth. “Okay honey I think you’ve got it nice and lubed up for your pussy. Where do you want to get fucked first?”

Madison spun over and was now on her stomach. She spread her legs open for her sister and with both hands Ashley spread her ass cheeks to reveal her pink teenage pussy. “Fuck my pussy first sis.”

Ashley grabbing the dildo with one hand eyeballed her sister’s ass and began to laugh as she noticed her younger sister had her asshole plugged with a purple butt plug. “Damn sis you do love your toys?”

Madison turned her head and looked back and up at her sister, “I never had two guys fuck me at once. So I figured if you had that big strap on fucking my pussy and I have the butt plug in it should feel like the real thing – you know having two guys pummeling your fuck holes. Just be a little gentle at first okay?”

Ashley lined up the smallest ball between her sisters pussy and then gently pushed the first ball into her sister’s pussy. Ashley began to work the dildo further and further inside of her sister. She finally pushed all the way in. She could see her little sister’s pussy was stretched to its limits. Madison’s eyes were closed as her hand slipped underneath her stomach as her fingers found her love button and she began to rub increasing the pleasure of being fucked. Ashley wanting to pleasure her sister even more began to slowly fuck her. With her right hand she pushed on the very top of the butt plug in her sister’s asshole. “Does that feel like you’ve got two guys inside of you?”

Madison could barely talk she began to whisper, “Sis don’t stop just pump it slow and hard. I love the way the balls just reverberate inside of me.” Ashley continued to pleasure her sister. With her two holes being pleasured at once Madison quickly came to an orgasm. Ashley slowly pulled out of her sister and then Madison began to grunt as she pushed the butt plug out of her asshole. Once the plug was almost out Madison screamed with pleasure. Her cum oozed between her pussy lips over her clit and down on to the bed.

Ashley seeing her sister’s cum oozing out took it upon herself to lean down and with her tongue began lapping inside of her sister’s pussy. “Oh sis, that feels so fucking good. That’s it clean my pussy and ass. When you think you’re done it’s your turn.”

Ashley giggled, “Damn sis it so sweet tasting, I love the smell of it too.” She continued to pleasure her sister after her orgasm by using her fingers and her tongue to play with her younger sister’s fuck holes.

When Madison’s breathing returned to normal she said, “Come on sis it’s your turn.” Madison helped Ashley remove the strap on and then lubed her sister. Madison moved over to the chair that was at the desk and sat down. Stroking the dildo like it was her cock called over to Ashley, “Come on sis and ride my big throbbing cock.”

Ashley crawled over on her knees to her sister, “You like watching my tits sway back and forth sis? I want to ride you nice and hard.” She came up off of her hands and knees and with her sisters fresh cum still on her lips she kissed Madison. Ashley straddled the dildo and began bouncing up and down on it nice and hard. Madison wanted to return the favor by taking hold of Ashley’s breasts and massaged them.

Ashley moaned as she rode the strap on and the deeper she sat down on it the more it stretched her pussy lips open. Madison had a smirk on her face as she surprised her sister as she began to work the butt plug into her sister’s asshole. “You want to know what it’s like to fuck two guys.”

Ashley smiled at her sister, “I already know sis and it’s awesome. Just take your time just don’t jam it in.” Madison slowly but deliberately began to push the butt plug in her sister’s asshole as Ashley was now grinding on top of the strap on. The pleasure of it being so deep inside of her reaching areas of her vagina that have only been reached just a few times by her father. She was now taking the butt plug to its very limits as well and just like her sister Ashley came rather quickly.

Madison returning the favor helped her sister off of her lap and fell to her knees and buried her face between her older sister’s legs and like a kitten hungry for the sweet milk to nourish her she ate her sister. Ashley looking down at her sister helped her from her knees and said, “I wonder if you could get that big dildo inside of my asshole?”

Madison just smiled and said, “There is only one way to find out. Get on your stomach and I’ll get on top and I promise to fuck your brains out.”

Ashley was on her stomach and Madison climbed on top of her. She slowly lined up the smallest ball with the very tiny opening that was Ashley’s asshole. With both hands she opened her cheeks wider and then pushed slowly. She could see her sister begin to clench her ass. Madison began to smile as it was a classic mistake to clench your ass it only makes it hurt worse. It was the one thing that she learned after the many years of her father fucking her in the asshole.

“Sweaty don’t clench pretend you’re trying to go to the bathroom. It will open your fuck hole even more and I can slip it in easier.” Ashley listened to her sister, as she knew about taking it in the ass a lot more than she did. To Ashley’s surprise it did become easier to take the dildo in the ass if she was pushing her asshole open like she was trying to take a shit.

Madison then fell on top of her sister’s back and began to push slower but a little deeper with each thrust. Ashley turning her head pushed her tongue out French kiss me honey. Madison moved her head down and they began to make out as Madison was now all the way in her sisters asshole. She could tell that she was pummeling her sister’s asshole as she tried to scream but couldn’t as Madison continue to play tonsil hockey with her.

Madison then maneuvered her hands under her sister’s belly and found her clit. With one finger rubbing her sister’s clit she was able to penetrate her sister’s pussy with one of her fingers. “Holy shit sis fuck me – fuck my brains out. You are one hell of a whore sis you certainly know how to fuck. No wonder so many guys want you. Now finish it off and make me cum with that dildo deep inside of my asshole.”

Madison didn’t need that much encouragement as she began to let the dildo does all work. They were long deep and strong strokes and each time she went all the way inside of her asshole with the dildo. As her pace began to pick up Ashley’s moans became louder and Ashley herself began to push backwards. With both girls slamming each other brought Ashley to orgasm once again. Madison herself was spent and she pulled out of her sister and took the strap on off and got under the covers. Ashley recovered and then turned off the lights and slipped under the covers with her sister spooning her and both fell asleep together.

CHAPTER 4

As they entered bedroom Lisa ordered the collared teacher to kneel in the center of the room. Lisa proceeded one drawer at a time to go through all the drawers in the room. Some of the drawers contained clothes of her husband’s which Lisa paid very little attention to. In the first of Mrs. C.’s drawers were panties and bras. All of these were dumped on the bed and after going though them Lisa threw all of them on the floor. “These all go Mrs. C.”

Mary was very embarrassed to be kneeling watching a relative stranger go through her most intimate things.

The next drawer contained garter belts, girdles, stocking, pantyhose and socks.All the pantyhose were thrown on the pile on the floor. One girdle, which was a size smaller than the others, was kept while the others were thrown on the pile. The garter belts, stockings, socks and girdle were replaced in the drawer.

The next drawer contained t-shirts and shorts for the gym. Lisa ordered Mary to stand and try on each pair of shorts and the t-shirts. She kept three t-shirts and two pairs of shorts and the rest went on to the pile on the floor.

The forth drawer was for sweaters. Again Mary was required to try on each sweater and only three of the tightest were put back in the drawer.

The last drawer was night gowns and robes. These were all thrown on the floor except for a tiny Victoria’s Secret ensemble which Mary said had been purchased by her husband for her. Lisa had Mary put it on.

It was very tight fitting over her 35c breasts and hardly held them in, while the bottom was a thong type garment which disappeared the crack of her nicely rounded ass. The front panel was very narrow and the outline of the lips of her bare pussy were clearly visible. It actually made her feel more naked dressed this way than when she was actually naked. FLASH

Mary had her strip again and put the outfit back in the drawer. Then she moved to the shoe rack on the back of the door and began going through her shoes. All flats were immediately added to the pile. When she was finished there were three pairs of heels. One pair of 3″ black , one pair of 3″ brown, and one pair of 3″ red. “Are these all of your shoes Mrs. C.?”

Mary replied,” There are some gym shoes in the bottom of the closet and several shoe boxes on the shelf in the closet Ms. Simon”.

Lisa moved to the closet and quickly sorted the gym shoes, keeping two pair and add the rest to the pile. The shoe boxes added one pair of 3″ sandals to the shoe rack and one pair 4″ white heels, and a pair of 5″ black spike heels. “Mrs. C. where did you get these?”

I wore them with a Halloween costume last year Ms. Simon and they hurt my feet the whole night.”

“Put them on now,” said Lisa tossing them to the kneeling teacher. “Now stand up Mrs. C.”

Mary stood and on wobbling legs blushed as her student moved slowly around her examining her from every angle..

“They look very nice Mrs. C. They make your long legs even more shapely and they really cause your ass to be more inviting. Walk around.”

Mary carefully moved around the room. She felt like she was parading like some kind of prostitute. She was aware of her ass swaying from side to side as she attempted to walk in the impossibly high heels. Her breasts bounced slightly with each step. Her feet hurt immediately and much to her dismay, she felt a stirring in her bare pussy. ‘What is wrong with me’ her mind screamed. “Ms. Simon, I can’t walk in these.”

Don’t worry Mrs. C. you will be getting a lot of practice. Stand over here next to me Mrs. C.”, said Lisa as she began going through Mary’s clothes in the closet.

Lisa had Mary try on many things from her closet and many were added to the pile while a few were returned to hangers and several skirts, blouses and jackets were placed in a separate pile on the chair. Her make up was next and only very bright shades dark shades were kept, all the rest went on the pile, which was quite large by now.

The last place to be gone through was the night stand next to the bed. Mary had hoped Lisa wouldn’t go through that because her vibrator was in that drawer along with a very sexy book she had been reading. No one had ever seen the vibrator, not even her husband. She had ordered it from a catalog about two years ago and kept in safely hidden in the drawer. With Mary standing at her side Lisa opened the drawer. She removed several items like flashlight, hair clips, birth control; pills etc. until she got to the back and she pulled out the book. “The Story of O”. Lisa tossed the book aside for the moment not knowing its contents and reached in and pulled out her teacher’s vibrator. Flicking the switch it came to life. “Do you use this often Mrs. C.?” asked the smiling teenager.

“Only when my husband is away Ms. Simon.”

“How often do you use it when he is away ?” demanded Lisa.

“Almost every night”, replied the crimson teacher.

“Lay on the bed and show me how you use it Mrs. C.”, said Lisa as she took a seat at the end of
the bed.

Her hands couldn’t move, they were frozen and her mind refused to allow her to obey. This was too much.

“MRS. C.”

Jarring her mind from the deep freeze Mary begged. “Please Ms. Simon, I can’t do this.”

“Can’t or won’t Mrs. C.?”

“I can’t “

“Either you do it or I’m out of here with the old AND the new pictures. Your little secret is public knowledge by Monday.”

The stunned teacher slowly moves the vibrator to her mound. Keeping her legs closed she moves the vibrator slowly over her stomach and thighs.

“Come on Mrs. C. open those legs and let me see you in action.”

Mary tries to concentrate. With her husband out of town so much her vibrator has become her main source of pleasure. She slowly spreads her legs and slides her vibrator over her bare pussy. FLASH

A shudder passes through the masturbating teacher as she realizes her fate is sealed. She closed her eyes and began sliding the vibrator up and down her wet slit. With her other hand she massages her breasts and begins to pinch her nipples. FLASH

Her body has a mind of its own now as her hands work over her breasts and slide the vibrator deep into her dripping hole. FLASH. Her pussy feels so different being shaved and the sensations caused by the vibrator seemed more intense than ever. Her breathing becomes faster and her hands are now pinching and twisting her swollen nipples. The vibrator moves faster and faster in and out over her clit. FLASH

She feels her juices running out of her pussy and down the crack of her ass over her asshole. Her nipples are pulled and twisted away from her body as she begins to raise her hips to get the vibrator deeper into her pussy. FLASH

Her body is covered with perspiration . Her eyes are closed. The vibrator is slamming in and out of her swollen pussy. She forgets completely her predicament and her entire mind centers on the vibrating plastic sliding in and out of her hole. FLASH. In and Out. In and Out.

Suddenly Lisa reaches out and pulls the vibrator form her teacher’s pulsing pussy.

“Whatttttt”

” Mrs. C. I want your to understand that you are totally under my control. When you cum, when you eat, when you use the bathroom, what you wear, where you go, everything about your life is now under my control. With these pictures I really own you, body and soul. Do you understand Mrs. C. ?”

Suddenly the totality of her situation falls heavily on her. Her life is ruined. She no longer controls herself. All because of her youthful stupidity.

“Don’t worry Mrs. C. as long as you do everything I tell you this will be between us. Of course if you displease me I might be forced to show these new pictures to someone.”

“I’m yours Ms. Simon just please don’t let anyone see those pictures”, begged the defeated, horny teacher.

“Now Mrs. C. I want you to clean up the mess in the bathroom, pack all the clothes and things on the floor and take them to the basement, then fix me something to eat. You only need to set one place at the table and keep your heels on at all times.”

“Yes Ms. Simon.”

One more thing Mrs. C., don’t you dare touch yourself, ever, without my permission. You have already earned some punishment by forgetting to show proper respect earlier.

“Now get moving, ” said Lisa picking up the discarded book and going down to the living room.

CHAPTER 5

Lisa went down to the living room and made herself comfortable. She turned on the TV and put the book on the table next to the couch.

Mary made her way to the bathroom and cleaned up all the hair and wiped down the sink and counter. She was very frustrated and wanted to finish what she had started but she was afraid of Lisa. Lisa had shown no signs of compassion and Mary did not want to anger her. Her feet were really started to hurt in these ridiculous heels but again she had to wear them.

After cleaning the bathroom she moved to her bedroom which was piled with her clothes and other personal items. She didn’t have any boxes or anything so she had to go down the stairs to the kitchen to get garbage bags.

“How is it coming Mrs. C.?” yelled Lisa from the living room. “Don’t be too long I’m getting hungry.” Mary hurried back up the stairs and threw all her things in garbage bags. There were six bags. That meant 3 trips all the way to the basement. ‘My poor feet,” thought Mary.

After making the three trips Mary’s feet were throbbing in the 5″ heels but she moved on to the kitchen. ‘What would Lisa like to eat?’ wondered the horny teacher. All teenagers love hamburgers and French fries. so she made two burgers and a batch of fries. As she cooked she realized that she was hungry too. Mary went to set the table and remembered that Lisa had said only one plate. ‘ Where will I eat?’ thought Mary. When dinner was prepared and one place set Mary called Lisa to the kitchen. “Ms. Simon dinner is ready.”

As Lisa entered the kitchen she saw her once respected teacher standing naked next to the table ready to serve her dinner. It brought a smile to her face. “Stand here next to me Mrs. C. while I eat.,” said Lisa as she sat down at the table.

The hungry teacher stood on painful feet next to Lisa as she began to eat the delicious smelling food.

“Get me a coke Mrs. C.”

“I only have Pepsi Ms. Simon.”

“From now on buy Coke.”

“Yes Ms. Simon.”

“This is pretty good Mrs. C. Would you like a fry?”

“Yes please Ms. Simon.”

“Spread your legs.”

A confused Mary cautiously spread her legs.

Lisa took a French fry and slid it between Mary’s legs through her pussy. Then she moved it to Mary’s lips. “Here Mrs. C.”

The shocked teacher held her lips closed as she turned red at the intimate touch of her student and the thought of what she is being asked to do.

“Open wide Mrs. C. Now.”

Mary opened her mouth and Lisa stuffed the soaked French fry in. “Now chew Mrs.C.”

The horrified teacher tried not to throw up as she chewed the pussy dipped fry.

“Here Mrs. C. you dip the next one”

In a daze Mary took the fry from Lisa and slid it through her pussy (FLASH) and then put it in her mouth.

“Want some burger Mrs. C.?”

“No,” whispered the defeated teacher shaking her head violently from side to side.

“Here you go ” said Lisa handing her teacher a large piece of hamburger. “Dip it first Mrs. C.”

Mary did as she was ordered but she was very near to throwing up from the taste and the humiliation of having to do this disgusting thing.

“Clean up Mrs. C. and meet me in the living room. Bring a measuring tape, paper and pencil. And don’t be all day.”

Mary quickly cleaned up and getting a tape, pencil and paper from the drawer went into the living room.

“Stand here in front of me,” said Lisa as she watch her naked teacher move across the room.

Taking the tape she began to take her teacher’s measurements . “Write down what I tell you Mrs. C.”

Taking her measurements. “Chest, 35; Waist, 23; Hips, 33. Not bad Mrs. C.” Then Lisa said “Spread your legs Mrs. C.” Reaching into the V formed by her teacher’s spread legs Lisa measured Mary’s in seam to a point three inches above Mary’s knee. “Length 9”

“Mrs. C. tomorrow you are to take all of the skirts and dress we put on the chair upstairs and shorten the to a length of 9″. You are also to remove the top button on all the blouses and dresses which we saved.”

“Yes Ms. Simon.”

“Tell me Mrs. C. did you like your dinner?”

” No Ms. Simon I did not like it.”

“Too bad. You better learn to like that taste Mrs. C.”

“Is your husband good in bed Mrs. C.?”

“Yes Ms. Simon.”

Mary was very embarrassed discussing her husband and their sex lives with a student.

“Does he fuck you in the ass Mrs. C.?”

“Absolutely not. I have never had anything in my ass.”

Lisa smiled. “Do you like sex Mrs. C.?

The naked teacher standing before her fully dress student couldn’t believe Lisa was asking her these questions. ” Yes Ms. Simon.”

“Do you suck you husband’s cock Mrs. C.?”

With a very red face, “Yes,” whispered the embarrassed teacher.

“Do you like it?”

“Yes Ms. Simon.”

“Do you swallow his cum?”

“No that’s disgusting. Please don’t ask me these questions.”

“Have you every cheated on your husband?”

“No”

“Before you were married how many men fucked you Mrs. C.?”

Standing naked with a shaved pussy now very wet, Mary mentally counted her sex partners. “3”.

“Did you suck them too Mrs. C.?”

“Yes.”

“You like to suck cock Mrs. C.?”

“No, but they wanted it and I loved them.”

“But you really like to suck cock don’t you Mrs. C.?”

“Yes,” whisper Mary.

“Have you ever had sex with more than one person at a time?”

“NO”

“Have you had sex with a woman?”

“No. I think that is terrible”

“Have you ever kissed a woman?”

“No”

The questioning went on for over an hour.

“I’m really tired Mrs. C. and we have a big day tomorrow. You will be expanding your horizons. Lets go upstairs.”

When they got into the bedroom Lisa noticed the stuff they had bought at the store. “Take the carrots and cucumbers to the fridge and hurry back.” While Mary was off doing that Lisa cut 2 two foot sections of rope and screwed eye screws into the end of one of the dowel rods and one in the center. When Mary came back Lisa ordered her to kneel on the floor.Then Lisa had Mary reach between her legs and she tied each wrist to ankle. This forced Mary face down into the carpet and put her ass high in the air. She then attached each ankle to the end of the dowel rod spreading her legs wide. “Now Mrs. C this position serves two purposes. I don’t want you to be playing with yourself tonight and I am going to use your paddle on your ass so that you remember to show me the proper respect and obey without question.”

Lisa picked up the paddle. SMACK. “One.”

“Owwww. Please Ms. Simon I’m sorry”

SMACK “Two”.

Her ass was on fire. Tears popped from her eyes. “Pleaseeeeeeee”

SMACK “Three.”

“OOOOOOwwwwwwwwwww”

Lisa smiled as her teacher’s ass reddened.

SMACK “Four” SMACK “Five”.

“That’s all for tonight Mrs. C. Thank me for teaching you respect.”

“Thank you Ms. Simon.” sobbed a broken humiliated teacher with a hot burning ass.

Lisa moved to the bed, removed her clothes and climbed in leaving her teacher tied and sobbing on the floor. “Good night Mrs. C.”

CHAPTER 6

Lisa woke up around 8:30 to the sound of her teacher whimpering from the floor next to the bed. Getting up and walking around the bed she found Mary sitting against the bed with her knees pulled up and spread wide with her wrists tied to her ankles. Her eyes were red and her face was tear streaked. “What’s wrong Mrs. C.?”

Mary looked up and saw Lisa’s naked body for the first time. She thought she was beautiful. About 5’4″…not much over 100#. Her breasts were about 34b and she had a narrow waist and slim hips. “I can’t do this Lisa. It is too much for me to bear. Most everyone will understand why I posed for those pictures.”

“Well Mrs. C. lets look at these pictures,” said Lisa as she moved to the night stand for the Polaroids. ” Now I wonder how you will explain this one,” said Lisa showing Mary a picture of her spreading the lips of her newly shaven pussy. ” And how about this one. I bet you can explain it too,” Lisa said showing her the picture of her masturbating with her vibrator. The look on her face proved she was enjoying every bit of it.

Mary knew she was lost and broke into wracking sobs. Her breasts heaving as she lost control of herself.

“Now Mrs. C. what do you want to do?”

“Please Lisa don’t show those to anyone. I will do as you ask.”

“Well first I guess you didn’t learn respect yesterday so we will start the day with a reminder.” Lisa grabbed the end of the dowel rod and turned the sobbing teacher over onto her knee with her face back in carpet.

“Please Ms. Simon. I’m sorry. I’ll do better I promise.”

“I should hope so Mrs. C. but you do deserve to be punished don’t you?” Mary didn’t know what to say. She wanted to please this demented student but she didn’t want to paddled again.

“Mrs. C. you do deserve to be punished isn’t that correct?”

In a soft whimpering voice,”Yes Ms. Simon.”

“Good. Then beg me to paddle your ass so you can learn to be more respectful.”

“Please Ms. Simon, paddle my ass,” sobbed the defeated teacher.

How many swats do you think you deserve Mrs. C.?

“Don’t make me do this. Just get it over with.”

“How Many Mrs. C.?

“One’, said the embarrassed teacher.

“I think three is more in order but since you said one we will make it four.Count each one Mrs. C.”

SWAT

“One” shouted Mary.

SWAT

“TWO” cried the tied kneeling teacher. There was no escape.

SWAT

“THREE” screamed the sobbing teacher. Her ass was on fire. “Please Ms. Simon no more.”

SWAT

“FOUR” wailed Mary as her ass quivered.

Lisa again used the dowel rod to turn Mary back over so that she was now sitting painfully on her hot red ass. “What is this Mrs. C.?” asked Lisa as she slide her finger into her teachers very wet slit. “Do you like having your ass paddled?”

The humiliated teacher could not reply.

Lisa untied Mary’s wrists from her ankles and the humiliated teacher straighten her legs and worked out the kinks.

“Mrs. C. I want you to fix me some toast for breakfast while I shower. No touching that pussy either. And put your heels back on. Now get moving,” ordered Lisa swatting her teacher’s red sore ass.

“I need to use the bathroom”, said Mary.

“Go and make my toast. Maybe if you’re good I’ll let you pee-pee later.”

Mary moved down to the kitchen and Lisa took a nice leisurely shower and followed later wearing only a towel. When she walked into the kitchen she found Mary sitting gingerly at the table with a cup of coffee. “Who gave you permission to sit? And who gave you permission to have coffee?”

Mary jumped up, “I didn’t think. I’m sorry Ms. Simon.”

“Dump that coffee and bend over the table right NOW.”

Mary moved quickly and dumped the coffee into the sink and returned and bent her body over the table not wanting to anger Lisa anymore.

“All the way flat. Smash your breasts on the table.” said Lisa pushing on Mary’s back. “Spread your legs out to the table legs.”

Mary did as ordered but this position, with the 5″ heels on, put a real strain on her legs.

“Now stay there while I eat my breakfast and decide what to do about your repeated forgetfulness. Didn’t I tell you would need permission from me for EVERYTHING?”

“Yes Ms. Simon. I forgot Ms. Simon.”

Lisa sat down and ate her toast and drink the coffee her teacher had so graciously made for her.

Mary meanwhile was becoming very aware of the pressure this position placed on her full bladder. Her legs began to ache and after a time her thighs began to quiver from the need to relieve herself and the strain. “Ms. Simon, may I please go to the bathroom?”

“Be quiet I’m eating my breakfast. Another demonstration of your lack of respect, interrupting my meal with your silly needs.”

The teacher shut up and concentrated on controlling her need to use the bathroom. She tried very hard not to visualize the position she was in her own kitchen.

Lisa finished eating and began walking around the kitchen. FLASH Mary cringed as she imagined what that picture would show. She could hear Lisa opening drawers.

SMACK The wooden spoon connected with her upturned ass. Mary jumped and her hands flew back to protect her sore ass.

“Get your hands out of the way Mrs. C. You must learn to be respectful and obey your instructions.” SMACK.

Mary cried out, “I’m sorry Ms. Simon.”

SMACK

The spanking continued for ten smacks and then Lisa said to the sobbing teacher,”Do you still need to use the bathroom Mrs. C.?”

“Yes I do Ms. Simon,” answered the red assed teacher. She hoped that was not being disrespectful.

Lisa grabs the leash and pulls the teacher to the back door. “Let’s go out here so my pet can go potty.”

Mary couldn’t believe she actually expected her to go to the bathroom outside in front of her.

Lisa led the stunned teacher to the middle of the yard and said,”If you have to go you better do it here because this is your only chance until we get back from shopping Mrs. C.”

“Ms. Simon, Please I can’t do this,” said Mary her bladder growing in distress.

“Well then we can wait until tonight when we get home,” said Lisa tugging the leash.

Mary didn’t know what to do. She could hold it until tonight. She needed to use a bathroom but her tormentor wouldn’t permit it. She had to go. “Wait.”

“Yes”.

“I’ll do it.”

“Go on. I don’t have all day.” Lisa was getting chilled wrapped only in a towel but she knew the naked teacher felt the chill even more which stimulated her need.

Mary tried to figure a graceful way to do this humiliating act but soon the need overcame the planning and she simply spread her legs and squatted releasing her full bladder on the the grass in her own back yard under the watchful eye of her mentor. FLASH

Having satisfied her need the red faced teacher said ,”I’m finished Ms. Simon.” with her eyes lowered.

“Let’s go get ready. I plan to make good use of your credit cards today Mrs. C. You need some new things to wear since so much of your wardrobe has been packed away.” Pulling the leash Lisa lead her teacher back into the house.

“Take a shower and meet me in your room,” ordered Lisa. “And don’t be playing with that dripping pussy.”

After a quick shower Mary entered her bed room to find Lisa sitting on her bed wearing jeans and a sweat shirt .

“Sit her Mrs. C. I’ll fix your hair and make-up for you.” Lisa styled her hair and made-up her face with much more make-up the she normally wore. Looking in a mirror Mary saw a person she hardly recognized. Let’s get you dressed now Mrs. C.. Put these on,” said Lisa handing her a black garter belt and smoke colored stockings.

“May I sit on the bed Ms. Simon?” asked Mary trying to avoid any further spankings.

“Of course Mrs. C.” said Lisa as she watched her teacher slide the stocking up her legs. Put your heels back on too Mrs. C. until we can buy you new ones.”

Mary clipped the stockings to the garter belt and slipped her aching feet into the 5″ heels. FLASH Glancing in the mirror Mary could see the garter belt and stocking highlighted her shaved pussy like a picture frame.

“Mrs. C. since you haven’t had a chance to alter your clothing yet we need to find you something appropriate to wear. Let’s go to Amy’s room.”

“Ms. Simon, Amy’s clothes will be too small for me.”

“I know. You wear all your clothes too loose fitting Mrs. C.” Lisa lead her teacher into her daughter’s room and picked out a very tight very very short skirt the barely covered the tops of her stockings and a crop top that hugged her breasts. Her nipples were clearly visible and the bottoms of her breasts were barely covered. FLASH

The outfit said slut. Looking in the mirror Mary knew she was going to spend the day tugging the top and skirt down to maintain any dignity at all. She of course was not permitted and panties or bra. Anyone who saw her would not recognize her easily. Lisa handed her sunglasses and now no one would know her for sure. “Put your collar in your purse and let’s get moving Mrs. C.”

This is the second part in a series set amongst the cheerleading squad and female sports teams of an American high school. Any resemblance to real persons or places is purely coincidental.

In the previous chapter, I told you how I became a member of my high school’s junior cheerleading squad, how three of the girls from the senior hockey team seduced me, and how the coach, Ms Gretzke, took my virginity. It was a revelation to me, as I discovered my true lesbian sexuality. At the time, I was a couple of months past my sixteenth birthday, five feet four inches in height, a cute and pretty blue-eyed blonde, my body athletically trim but filling out with pert tits to match my bubble butt.

The cheerleading squad turned out to be a secret lesbian network – this was the real reason for the coach’s rule that its members must not have the distraction of having a boyfriend. Ostensibly, it was to avoid the interference this was likely to cause with our commitment to the training sessions and matches, but actually its purpose was to focus all of our buzzing hormones and sexual desires on each other – and on Ms Gretzke too, of course. She was our queen bee, although, as I found out later and to my pleasure, there were a number of other older dykes who were in on the secret as well – but I’ll leave that for another chapter.

The other (secret) rule was that the cheerleaders had to make themselves sexually available to any of the girls on the school’s sports teams who wanted them, whether individually or – especially after a match – wholesale. Of course, not all the girls on the sports teams were gay or bisexual: they were chosen for their sporting ability, whilst we cheerleaders were chosen for our looks, athleticism and willingness to engage in wild lesbian orgies. However, the straight girls on the teams had to observe one inflexible rule – not to let anyone know what went on. Ms Gretzke had drilled into them that if they breathed a word, even in confidence to a friend, they would be out of the team permanently, and that she and all the rest of us would (a) rubbish their story completely, and then (b) make their life hell. So the straight girls – who, curiously enough, often tended to be the plainer ones – did their own thing, and the rest of us ate pussy like we were starving in the desert.

One of the senior girls who had first seduced me, and who been present when I lost my virginity, was Julia, the captain of the hockey team. She was especially attracted to me, and over the next few weeks she made me her ‘babe’. She taught me a lot about lesbian love-making, and I had sex with her more times over the next two years than with everyone else added together. I developed a real crush on her, and she fancied me back – not just for my sweet body and youthful innocence, but because we liked similar things and made each other laugh. As the months passed, I thought of her as my girlfriend, although it was certainly a non-exclusive relationship on both sides. I knew that she had other girls she slept with, though less frequently than with me, and of course I had my duties as part of Ms Gretzke’s special cheerleader ‘pussy squad’. I was soon opening my legs for any number of other girls and women – and that started with the second part of my lesbian initiation, which I’m going to tell you about now.

This took place two days after Ms Gretzke took my virginity with her strap-on in the locker room of the school gymnasium (see chapter 1), and my pussy was still a bit tight and sore when I turned up at her house, as instructed, at six o’clock on Friday evening. The coach always held a planning session here for the sports teams and cheerleader squads that were playing a home match on the weekend, and she provided the food and drink. What was secret was that after the team business talk was done, the straight girls in the sports’ teams left, and then the rest of them (which was the large majority, around three-quarters) got it on with the free pussy which the cheerleaders willingly provided.

As I had been instructed, I arrived in casual clothes and changed into my brand-new cheerleader costume in Ms Gretzke’s large upstairs second bedroom. There was already a pile of ordinary clothes on the bed, as most of the other girls were so eager that they tended to arrive a little early. There was one other girl in the room, who had nearly finished putting on her hockey uniform. I didn’t know her very well – she was a final-year student, two years ahead of me, and I had to think for a moment even to get her name; Kersten, yes, that was it. One reason why I remembered was because the Germanic name suited her appearance: she was a strapping blonde, at least six feet tall, with her fair hair braided into two pigtails. She was broad-shouldered, but had a bosom in matching proportion – in fact, she was one of the bustiest girls in the teams, if not the whole school. Even now, strapped down in the sports bra she was wearing under her hockey jersey, they made an impressive swell. I realised with a blush that I had stopped half-way through getting changed to gaze rather obviously at her profile. At that point, she noticed this and turned to me with a smile, which became broader as she took in my pretty young body, entirely revealed because I was down to my white socks, panties and bra. Kersten walked towards me, slipped one hand around my waist to pull me close for a kiss, and without hesitation plunged the other one down inside my panties to grope my pussy. I gave a surprised yelp at her intrusion, followed by a softer cry as one of her fingers found the way in – probing in a much more delicate and considerate way than her first grab had led me to expect. After only a few seconds, she withdrew her hand and released me, and then brought her fingers up to her lips to smell and taste.

‘Very nice’, she said with approval, ‘Julia told me that they’d broken you in – I was so pleased you’ve joined our pussy squad, I’ve had my eye on you for a while.’

I was a bit surprised by the last part, and so only mumbled something inarticulate in reply. Kersten laughed again, gave me a firm smack on the ass that jolted me forward a couple of steps, and then said:

‘I’d love to fuck you right here and now – but I’ll leave that pleasure for another time, ’cos you’re gonna need all your energy for what’s coming!’ She laughed again, blew me a kiss, and left the room.

I finished getting changed, her final remark sending my mind in a whirling circle of anxiety and anticipation. What was going to happen later? Ms Gretzke had already told me that every new cheerleader had to undergo an ‘initiation rite’ with the sports team girls, but I had no notion of what it would entail.

I came hesitantly down the stairs, dressed in the junior cheer squad uniform of white plastic boots that came to a couple of inches below the knee, a scanty and flouncy cheerleader skirt and a tight short-sleeve top. Both of the latter were in the school colour of mid-blue, with white edging and white flashes in the pleats of the short skirt, and a white band around the neckline, sleeves and hem of the top. My doubts did not last long – Ms Gretzke was waiting for me at the bottom of the staircase, and greeted me first with a comforting hug and then with a nice long mouth-to-mouth kiss, whilst one of her hands went up under my skirt and firmly stroked the front of my panties. She broke the smooch and smiled at me, saying ‘Don’t worry, you’ll enjoy this – though you might be a bit stiff in the legs and neck when you wake up tomorrow, so mind that you do some warm-up and loosening exercises before you come to school for the match.’ My anxieties slipped away at her welcoming tone and down-to-earth approach, and I smiled shyly at her and said I was eager to be fully initiated into her special ‘pussy squad’.

However, first we had the necessary team events. Ms Gretzke had a very large back garden, which was one reason why she had bought this house on the outer edge of town, the other being its secluded location – the house was set well back from the road behind a wall, and from nowhere outside could you see into the rear garden. There was plenty of room there for the girls of the two sports teams that were playing at home on the next day to do some fitness training at one side, whilst on the other we cheerleaders ran through some of our routines, including a new and quite complicated one. Perhaps because I was on the same footing with that one as everyone else in the squad, I found it much easier to master than most of them did.

There were nineteen sports’ girls – eleven of the hockey team plus two reserves, and six tennis players – together with the eight (including myself) of the junior cheerleading squad; our twenty-seven athletic and youthful feminine bodies, skimpily dressed, made quite an alluring sight. (I learned later that the softball team had a match upstate, and due to the distance involved they had already left – the senior cheerleading squad was accompanying them, and I gathered from some ribald jokes that they would soon be cuddling up in each others’ beds in the hotel, supposedly to get an early night.)

After half an hour of practice, we were warmed up and quite hungry. We all trooped indoors, through the kitchen where we helped ourselves to the generous cold buffet that was laid out, and on into the large lounge which ran across the width of the substantial old house. It was filled with a variety of chairs, bean-bags and cushions, and all of the twenty-seven girls found somewhere to settle down – it was a bit crowded, and some girls were quite flagrant about cuddling up with a special friend. Julia gave me a warm smile and a wink, patting her lap, and I eagerly made my way over to her and settled down with her arms loosely, but nevertheless slightly possessively, around my waist. I leant slightly against her, and my awareness through my thin silky top of the pressure and the hardness of her nipples made a little dampness seep into my panties.

Whilst we ate, Ms Gretzke went through a final recapitulation of team tactics and the organisational arrangements of who had to be where and when on the next day, Then, with a smile, she clapped her hands and said: ‘Now – I declare the rest of the evening to be fun time!’ The straight sports’ team girls knew that this was their cue to depart, and about seven of them did so, all in a friendly way – laughing, blowing mock kisses and calling out to the rest of us things like: ‘Have fun!’, ‘Don’t be naughty!’, and so on.

The rest of the team girls and all of us cheerleaders stayed put. Ms Gretzke announced that today we were initiating a delightful new addition to the junior cheer squad, and she called me into the clear area in the middle of the room. The other girls clapped, some just politely but others, who had taken in my looks and figure, much more enthusiastically. Ms Gretzke indicated with a hand signal that I should do a little pirouette to show off all sides of my body, and then she instructed me to pull my skirt up to my waist. As I stood there, the coach hooked a finger into each side of my panties, and with due deliberation pulled them down to my ankles, whereupon I stepped out of them. I settled with my legs now further apart, but still holding the pose with my skirt pulled up to just under my breasts, so that I was fully exposed from the waist down to my boots. Ms Gretzke tossed my panties aside with a flourish, and declared in ceremonial tones:

‘I declare this pussy open for initiation!’

Ms Gretzke then told me to go down onto my knees, and the captains of the hockey and tennis teams came forward and stood in front of me. Julia, of course, I already knew, whilst the tennis captain, Heather, was very attractive in a different way – she was shorter and slimmer, with thick and curly auburn hair. On the coach’s instructions, I had to take off their trainers and kiss both their feet, whilst taking what Ms Gretzke called ‘the cheer-pussy oath’. I don’t recall the exact words, but it went something like this:

‘I do solemnly swear, on all that I hold dear, to give my pussy, tits and ass, wholly and without any restraint or inhibition, to any member of the sports teams who wants me, whenever they demand, and to give up my body to any of my fellow cheerleaders who desire me as well.’

Then I had to kiss each of the captains, moving from their toes up their legs, lifting their skirts – to find (surprise, surprise!!) that they had no panties on – and kiss them again three times each on the pussy. After I had done that with enthusiasm, I got a big round of applause from the whole room.

Ms Gretzke then explained that the second part of my initiation was that I would be that evening’s sole player of what they called ‘the Home Game’, although actually it could be played at any time or place. The rules were quite simple: I was to remove all of my outfit except the boots and the short flared skirt, and to kneel on the floor in the middle of the room. Everyone else stripped completely naked, and took up positions sitting in a circle around me, some on chairs and sofas, the others on cushions or the floor. After being given sixty seconds to look at and memorise what everyone looked like, my eyes were covered with a very effective blindfold – it allowed a little bit of immediate view straight downwards, but nothing ahead or to either side. There was another minute during which all of the girls could swap positions, after which I had crawl forward on my knees – choosing any direction that I liked – until I encountered a female body.

Now the real test began. I was allowed thirty seconds to feel the girl anywhere from the neck downwards, and I was also allowed up to five licks of her pussy – she was required to sit with her legs open for this purpose. Ms Gretzke would then ring a bell, and I had to guess the name of whoever I was touching and tasting. If I got it right, I could ask them to do anything to me that I wanted (provided it was done right there and then), but if I got it wrong then I was their sexual puppet for the next five minutes or until they came, whichever was the sooner.

Of course, I was never going to get very many of them right – I had seen hardly any of them naked or even partly-dressed before, and there were a few who’s names I didn’t even know. That prospect did not worry me in the slightest – I could see that there might be just as much fun in a wrong guess as in a right one – but I was less sure if my stamina, or my pussy, would stand up to twenty fucks, there being nineteen team and cheerleader girls, plus Ms Gretzke. The coach later explained that normally the girls divided into several smaller groups to play the game, which also meant you didn’t have to wait for ages for your turn – but that at the initiation, a girl had to show she had the fitness and willingness to last the course.

On the signal, I crawled forwards, angling slightly to my right. All I could tell about this first girl was that she had quite full breasts and her pussy had a musky fragrance that was very stimulating, but that didn’t get me to a face or a name. When Ms Gretzke rang the bell, I made a wild guess, which of course was wrong. I was then told who it was (Madison, one of the hockey team), and she required me to eat out her pussy, which I did avidly, enjoying her sweet sweaty smell; at her command, I also reached over my head to grasp and fondle her breasts. Either I was getting good at this, or Madison was very turned on by the experience, because quite soon I could feel her thigh muscles clenching and her pelvis thrusting as she approached her climax. When it came, she suddenly gripped me tightly by my pony-tail, holding my face squashed against her cunt, shuddering and moaning, as she climaxed.

No sooner was this done, than I was handed along to the next girl, moving clockwise around the room. Although there was the occasional giggle, the girls stuck firmly to the rule that they must not talk amongst themselves. I had no idea who this was, although her cunt had a slightly spicy aroma and I thought she might be either one of three Hispanic girls or perhaps one of my fellow cheerleaders, the lovely Malea, a slender Filipino with beautiful almond-shaped dark eyes and jet black hair. Because I most wanted it to be her, that’s what I guessed – but my earlier instinct had been closer, it was actually Palmira, a tousle-haired beauty on the hockey team. What had misled me was that she was one of the slighter girls on the team – she played on the wing, and was noted for her sprinting. Her choice was one of mutual pleasure – she put me on my back on the floor, and then lowered her cunt onto my face in a 69, as she eagerly separated my puffy labia with her fingers and her tongue dived into my slit.

I was also wrong next time – really, I was just making complete guesses; later, I was assured that experienced girls playing the game would often get half right, if not more, which was fun for all concerned. This girl wanted me to eat her pussy, and so for the third time my cunt-juice streaked face pressed into the warm triangle between a girl’s thighs, and my tongue quested into the firm tightness of her damp vagina, seeking the nub of her clitoris. This initiation was at least giving me a lot of experience and practice.

Then, I got the next girl right! The size of the breasts which I was fondling narrowed the field to only three girls with such full figures, and the rest of her shape and the smell of her perfume irresistibly reminded me of Kersten – and so it proved to be! I still had to keep the blindfold on, of course, but I could hear Kersten laugh and say; ‘Well, earlier I wanted to fuck you – now it’s the other way round! What’s your pleasure, honey?’

I was so turned on by my pussy-eating that I felt electric, vibrant, ready to climb a mountain – so I had no hesitation in announcing that what I wanted was to fuck Kersten with a strap-on. She asked me which way I wanted her, and I decided that she should go down on her hands and knees, and I would take her from behind. I chose that way for two reasons: with the blindfold, it would be easier to line up on the target if I could hold onto her hips from behind, and I wanted somewhere to grip to make sure I didn’t topple over. I admitted to her that it was my first time wearing a strap-on, and said that I hoped she didn’t mind?

Kersten sounded surprised when she replied: ‘No, honey – it’s an honour to be your first!’

She explained to me later that it was like a reverse virginity, that the first girl you fucked was someone you would always remember. She selected a suitable strap-on and buckled its three-way fastenings around my waist and buttocks, and then came round and went down on her hands and knees in front of me. I put my hands out until I encountered her ass, and shuffled into the right position behind her, with the other girls breaking their silence to shout out targeting advice: ‘No, up a bit!’, ‘Go left – left a little!’, ‘You’re getting warm (someone else interjected here: ‘She’s hot, baby!’), go forwards, go for it!’, and similar things.

I gasped a little as my fingers explored Kersten’s upthrust ass, finding the bulge of her pudenda between her legs, and eliciting a responding gasp as I slid my fingers along its cleft, teasing apart the outer labial lips. Having reconnoitred the territory, I brought the strap-on forwards until its tip was resting along and just below her pussy. A gentle pressure of my fingers on her back caused Kersten to lower her upper body towards the floor, which had the inevitable see-saw effect of raising her ass and pussy to an even more inviting and accessible angle. I suddenly realised that I had no doubts about what to do or how to do it, and with a surprisingly confident motion I pressed forward firmly with my pelvis, simultaneously raising the plastic dildo and pushing it into her.

‘Ooooohh!’, sighed Kersten in contentment, ‘Yeah! – oh, yeah baby, do it!’

Basically, I repeated what Ms Gretzke had done to me when taking my virginity earlier in the week, and it seemed to work just fine. Soon we were both panting and grunting, me from the effort of flexing my hips backwards and forwards and the exhilaration of my first time fucking another female, and Kersten from the waves of pleasure that were surging through her.

‘Please, faster! Harder!!’ she begged, between gasping for breath, and I obliged with a sudden increase of both tempo and force.

‘Aaaahhh!! Fuck – yes, oooohh!! Yes – that’s it, don’t stop now … don’t stop … mmm … don’t … ooaaah! … don’t … OH SHIT!! I’M CUMMING, I’M CUMMING!!! AAAAAHHH!!

And with that, she convulsed, first hard backwards against my dildo thrust – nearly making me lose my balance, and I clutched wildly at her hips – and then she subsided like an extinct volcano, slumping forwards and making incoherent noises. I had no idea what to do, so I simply stopped with the next inwards thrust, the dildo still deep inside her. That insertion and pressure proved to be enough to tip her over into a second orgasm, after which she slid off the dildo to lie flat on her stomach, making a soft noise like blowing bubbles through her lips. She had been right about one thing: my first time doing this to another girl was truly memorable – and it completed my lesbian transformation, for it had been so utterly satisfying that I knew with total certainty this was what I wanted to be doing, now and for always.

Within a few seconds, Kersten recovered enough to sit up and remove the strap-on, after which she quickly kissed me on the cheek and murmured into my ear her thanks and the hope that we would do this again sometime real soon, and then she handed me along to the next girl on her left.

My luck then deserted me; after this, I got no more right for a long time, and was on a losing streak for the next five girls. The first wanted me to finger her to a climax whilst I gave oral attention to her tits – I enjoyed that very much. The second was a quick worker – she managed to fit into the five minutes not only my munching on her pussy but also her doing me with a strap-on. I yelped a bit when the dildo was pushed in for the first time, but fortunately she was quite skilled and she also remembered the warning that Ms Gretzke had issued at the start – that I had only lost my virginity a couple of days before, and they should take account of that and not be too rough. The third girl (Ruth, one of my fellow cheerleaders) turned out to want to eat my pussy, rather than the other way round, and I had a few moments respite as I lay on my back with my legs spread wide open and she delicately and gently lapped at my cunt until, after about four minutes, it suddenly flooded with wetness and I gasped aloud as I came. I’m sure Ruth chose that option deliberately to give me an easier time, because she was the previous member before me to join the cheerleader squad, and thus the most recent person to have been through the initiation. Either way, it was sweet of her, and I made my gratitude very evident later in the following week, asking her back after school for a lovely romp and a long slobbering 69 session, whilst the house was still empty before my Mom got home from her work.

The next girl – the eighth – ordered me to make myself come with my fingers whilst they all watched, and so I was down on my back again, knees in the air and legs wide open. I was surprised how long it took me – I had assumed that because I was so turned on, and in the middle of a complete fuckfest, that I would orgasm almost at the touch of a feather, never mind the thrust of my own fingers deep into myself. However, I had become almost over-stimulated, and it took nearly four minutes before I felt the delicious anticipatory heightening of the pre-orgasm moment, and arched my back, my bottom rising completely clear of the floor, as the climax shuddered through me.

The last in this sequence of five wrong guesses turned out to be Heather, the captain of the tennis team. She had an idea that was new to me: she fixed me into a strap-on, but then told me to lie on my back on the floor, so that the dildo pointed directly up at the ceiling. I could not see this next part, but I sensed her above me as she straddled me, and then lowered herself down so that the plastic cock slid up deep inside her. When she had sunk to a resting place, her pussy lips around the base of the strap-on and her knees on either side of my hips, she then took a firm grip of my titties, and began humping herself up and down on the dildo. Her rhythm and tempo got faster and harder, and before long she was bucking wildly above me – it was like being the base of a trampoline. This was quite a good one for me, because it gave me a chance to rest and catch my breath whilst she did all the physical work – like Ruth, I think she chose this option to help me last the course.

After Heather had climaxed, the dildo was removed again, and I was moved along to what I thought was number ten – I wasn’t quite sure if I had been counting right, but this must be about halfway, and I didn’t feel too bad at all. I was still more encouraged when I guessed this one right. This was for the opposite reason to when I had identified Kersten: this girl had really small tits, she probably took only an 28A or 30AA bra size. It was one of the younger tennis players, and I was more familiar with her anyway as she was the same age as me and in my class. Her name was Cathy, and she groaned in mock despair when I called it out, before even Ms Gretzke rang her bell. Cathy complained that it was not fair, that she always got recognised by her small boobs, but something in her voice suggested to me that she quite liked being given orders and dominated. My instructions were for her to lick my tits, and then to go down on me and give me oral. Cathy proved very adept at this, having a long and agile tongue, and a good deal of cunt-sucking experience, and I enjoyed her eager and experienced attentions. I had had no idea before this that she was a lesbian – we were not really in the same group of friends in the class, though we had always got on OK. Now, we both made a note to get on closer terms – much, much closer! She really was a lovely little thing, and fortunately I was just the type that turned her on as well.

It was a short-lived triumph, as I was wrong again in identifying the next girl. Fortunately, her desires were quite conventional – it was tongue out and forward-march to lick her cunt. Most of the girls wanted me to give them cunnilingus – some because that is what they liked best anyway, and some, who I think would normally have wanted to shaft me with a strap-on, chose to receive a pussy-eating instead because of Ms Gretzke’s warning.

One didn’t, and it didn’t surprise me that it was Mercedes, the meanest of the three hockey girls who had started my journey into lesbianism. I had seen a cruel anticipatory look in her eye before the blindfold covered me, and she was the person who’s name I was most hoping to get right, and so avoid being in her power. However, my luck ran out: when I came to her and tasted her pussy, nothing particular came to mind, and I did not guess correctly. Of course, the option she chose was for me to go on my hands and knees on the floor, my ass jutting towards her and my legs a bit apart. I could not see the strap-on which she buckled in place around her hips, and the nasty bitch gave me no warning before shoving it into me for the first time. Naturally, I gave a high-pitched squeal and something of a sob as she penetrated me deeply, to which she gave a sharp, satisfied laugh. She carried on regardless, ramming the dildo in and out of me with short hard thrusts; it was painfully rough as she shafted me, and I was really getting to dislike the mean bitch. Fortunately, Ms Gretzke was keeping a close eye on things, and an admonitory cough and murmured word from the coach in Mercedes’s ear caused the Hispanic hockey-girl to ease up – Ruth told me later that she had looked quite disgruntled about it. The slower pace was much more erotic, for me at least (Mercedes got off more on a girl’s fear and pain), and I climaxed quite soon after she had eased back.

Immediately after Mercedes, Ms Gretzke called ‘time out’ – I had been going for a little over an hour (although it didn’t really seem so long), and was entitled to a short refreshment break. I was relieved to be told that I had done twelve girls, which meant that there were only seven more and Ms Gretzke herself still to go. I was led out of the room, so that I could remove the blindfold for a while, and I was able to go to the toilet and then sit in the kitchen for a moment and drink a bottle of ice cold Coca-Cola.

The girls had all taken a station-break as well, but the rule was that they resume their exact former seats until my circuit of the room was complete. Ms Gretzke gave me a fond pat on the shoulder and smiled at me, saying that I was doing very well and that she was sure I would manage the remainder just fine. Then she put the blindfold back on, and after just a quick stroking of my breasts and down between my legs – to get me back in the mood, she said – I was led back into the main room, to kneel in front of the girl who was seated on the left of Mercedes. I had no idea who this was, and guessed hopelessly wrong; it turned out to be the oldest of the tennis players, a girl of nearly 18 who was in the graduating class. She seemed nice, and she wanted a 69 of mutual pussy-munching. My short rest had made all the difference, and I felt able to tackle this again with renewed enthusiasm – and before the five minutes was up, we were both squealing and gasping, clutching each other as we orgasmed at almost exactly the same moment.

I had no better luck with naming the next one: this girl had lovely smooth skin and pert breasts, but my guess was wide of the mark. Then something cool and metallic was pressed into my hand, and a soft voice in a slightly lilting accent whispered; ‘Do me with this, please’. It was a vibrator, and I recognised the voice at once – this was Malea, how wonderful! Before I switched on the vibrator, I breathed back quietly: ‘May I?’, and then I bent forwards and gently placed a kiss on the middle of her pussy cleft, the tip of my tongue just lightly flitting along its length. She gave a peculiar little shiver and a small gasp, and then lifted my chin with her hand, and kissed me fully on the mouth. We both understood the signals which had been exchanged – of my desire to have an intimate session of just the two of us together, and her acceptance of that. My fingers lightly brushed her nipples as our kiss ended, making her squirm slightly again, and then she slid forwards and downwards in the armchair, her buttocks resting at its front edge and her legs spread wide apart.

I switched on the vibrator, and began to apply it to her pussy, sometimes teasing it in, sometimes pushing more forcefully, sometimes using a kind of corkscrew motion with my wrist – that seemed particularly effective, because it often produced a kind of incoherent mewling noise from Malea. I was enjoying this very much – to have another girl so much under your sexual control is a very powerful feeling, intensely arousing; in fact, quite often I can come just from the eroticism of having a girl or a woman as putty in my hands. I was thrilled as Malea’s hips began to buck uncontrollably, her legs falling loosely and ever-wider apart, and she gave a series of high-pitched shrieks as she came, interspersed with yelling ‘Yes! Yes! Oh, yes!!’ at the top of her voice – it was a good thing that Ms Gretzke did not have any near neighbours!

And so to the next person, the fifteenth of my odyssey – and the third one that I got right. In a way, it was quite easy: from the rock-hard firmness of the muscles of her rather chunkier thighs, and the whole feel of her somehow more mature body, I was fairly sure that this was Ms Gretzke – but what gave me the confidence to make that guess was that I recalled the scent and taste of her cunt from when she had lowered it onto my face before taking my virginity. She clapped her hands in appreciation and, with an amused tone in her voice, she asked me what I wanted her to do. I had a sudden mental image of myself wearing a strap-on and wildly shafting Ms Gretzke from behind, doggy-style, with her moaning and shuddering in complete abandonment as I also mauled at her swinging breasts with my hands – but I shook that idea aside. It was something to savour for a later date maybe, but for the moment I had better not try to run before I could even walk. Also, I didn’t want to seem too cocky (pardon the pun, please) to other girls or, even more importantly, to anger Ms Gretzke by making her do something that would be humiliating for her. So, after a moment of humming and hawing, I batted my eyelashes at her coquettishly, and said that I had so much enjoyed her taking my virginity that I wanted her to fuck me with a strap-on again, but this time I would lie on my back and be face-up. She made an approving noise, as if to say ‘right answer, good girl’, and rose to fetch her favourite strap-on.

I lay down on a large soft bean-bag, my legs wide apart, and she buckled on the plastic dildo and knelt in front of me. Before putting it in, she gently kissed me, and then nibbled for a moment on each breast, which had the intended effect of arousing me and both opening and dampening my pussy for her easier entry. She was careful and considerate, probing the dildo in delicately and slowly, but I could tell that she was also aroused by the prospect of taking me again – later, I came to realise that what turned on Ms Gretzke more than anything was to take an inexperienced girl with her strap-on, from the back or the front. Her excitement communicated itself to me, and I slipped my hands behind her bottom and clenched her butt-cheeks in my palms, urging her forwards more firmly whilst gasping out that I wanted her to fill me, to take me, to do me, to FUCK ME NOW!!!

I almost screamed with ecstasy as her thrusts lost their tentativeness and became firmer, deeper, more rapid, taking me to and then over the brink of an orgasm. Ms Gretzke had built up a head of steam, and she didn’t stop there – she continued pounding my pussy with the strap-on, as I convulsed again in a second climax, and she only stopped when it seemed that I might be so overcome that I would faint. I felt dizzy and light-headed, but also tremendously and satisfying fucked by the leader of the pack, a wonderful luxuriating feeling of contentment that I had never known before. Ms Gretzke pulled out the strap-on, and as a final service she lowered her face to my crotch, and licked all around – and inside – my vagina, almost like a cat would wash its kitten. By the time she had finished, I had revived and was certainly purring.

Then the team coach handed me along to the sixteenth girl, who I didn’t guess correctly. It turned out to be Roberta, the beautiful black girl of the hockey team trio who had introduced me to girl-loving earlier in the week. Her request was for another pussy-eating, and I settled myself down between her spread thighs with a contented smile. I liked Roberta – despite the fact that she seemed to be in something of a pairing with the bitch Mercedes – and there was no doubt about her feminine charms. I loved the texture of her rich chocolate skin and the contrast between that and the deep pink of her engorged vagina; I also loved her musky scent, which reminded me a little of the cloves used to spice an apple pie – and I promised myself that I would remember it, and guess her correctly the next time that we played.

I was wrong again with the next girl – by my reckoning, the seventeenth – who also wanted my mouth on her cunt. As I started work on her (I forget now who it was), I suddenly began to flag – it was all catching up with me, both the sustained sexual highs and the physical effort involved, and I had a moment of panic that I might not be able to complete the circuit. What would happen then – would I be out? Would I have to do it all again? My jaw was aching from all the munching on pussies, my cunt was feeling a bit bruised and rough – probably thanks to Mercedes – and my legs were getting shaky as I crawled or knelt on the floor. However, I stifled my anxiety, and determined to keep on, to grind it out if need be. After all, following this girl there should only be three more, right?

And right I was with the next girl – which proved to be my fourth and final correct naming. In fact, getting one in five right on the first go was not too bad, apparently. The reason for my success was, once again, a kind of ‘insider knowledge’. This was the sexy Julia, captain of the hockey team, who had made such a strong impression on me during my first seduction; in fact, after that session she took me back to her house for more pleasure, and I had also already had a couple of quick assignations with her in the cubicles of the girls’ toilets at our high school. Because of this, her scent and the feel of her body were more familiar, plus my mental gears were beginning to catch up with the rest of me, as I realised that I had not found Julia so far. She seemed to sense the sapping tiredness that was threatening to overcome me, and she gave me something of a respite. Her instructions to me were to sit in her lap, which gave me support whilst she sucked on my budding titties, and then she used her fingers to probe the hole between my legs. As her pressure there became more insistent, more intrusive and more urgent, I responding by seeking her mouth with mine for a long passionate snog. I held onto her shoulders, jerking and shaking as the lower half of my body dissolved into pools of sensation and stimulation. She was skilled and experienced, and although I wouldn’t have thought I had another climax in me, still she steered me to one, just within the five-minute limit.

Then … wrong again, which was hardly a surprise. However, when I was told who it was, I felt a pang of disappointment, as I would have loved to have had my way with her – it was the ravishingly curved Kimberley, the only African-American girl in the junior cheerleading squad. She was a really hot babe, with a stunning pair of high, globular breasts and an amazing outthrust ass. When she moved, you would not have dreamed of applying to it any such mundane term as walking – that girl stalked, with her long legs nearly always in tight jeans and knee- or thigh-high black boots with stiletto heels. Her great pleasure was scissoring, which is sometimes called tribbing. We sat on the floor facing each other (I couldn’t see her because of the blindfold, of course, but I sensed her presence). Her hand guided my right leg to slide in between hers, so that our pubic mounds were pressed together. My left leg lay outside her thigh, whilst her legs draped across me, one at my back and the other at my front. She gripped me firmly around the waist, pulling me onto her pussy, and she began grinding our crotches against each other. It was amazingly erotic and sensual, and it was something which had never previously occurred to me could be done. But clearly it could, and I swiftly discovered that when both the women involved were aroused, with their labia open and lubricated, you could build to a mutually-satisfying rasping crescendo.

I should have known who the last girl was by a process of elimination – who was left, that I had not already encountered? But, as I said earlier, I did not know all of their names anyway, as several of the hockey girls were two years older than me, and even a couple of the cheer squad were seventeen and in the class above mine. Perhaps if I had kept track better I would have realised who I had not yet encountered, and therefore who this must be. However, I was in a bit of a daze – punch-drunk, or, more accurately, pussy-drunk – and so, of course, I got it wrong. When I was told that it was Paige, who of course was captain of our junior cheerleader squad, I nearly smacked myself on the forehead in frustration – how could I have not realised that it must be her?

Although anatomically it is correct, it completely fails to do Paige justice to say that she was average in all dimensions – being of medium height and bust size, and having an ass that was neither large nor small. It was much truer to say that she was a perfectly-proportioned package, and her flowing light brown hair and pretty face, almost always laughing and smiling, made her one of the most attractive girls in the school. For this, but also still more for the combination of her physical fitness and her temperament – she never lost her calm focus, but was also clear and decisive about what should be done – she was the ideal squad captain. All of us girls in the junior cheerleader team, even if we couldn’t agree on other things, admired and respected Paige as our leader – and also for her eager appetite for girl/girl sex.

Paige thought for a minute after my wrong guess, and then decided that she wanted to give it to me with a strap-on; she said this was to celebrate that fact that I was at last going to be ‘under her’. Apparently, she had been fancying me for some time, but wasn’t sure if I was ready to ‘join the team’ and take to girl-loving.

Her choice made this the fourth time during the evening that I would be on the receiving end of a strap-on (I had also given that wonderful implement three times to other girls). This was still less often than my pussy-munching endeavours: I had serviced eight girls that way, including the two 69 sessions. I was fairly sure that Paige had calculated this before making her choice, and had reckoned that – especially as she was last – it wouldn’t be too much for my recently-virgin cunt.

She told me to lie down on my back, and then said that not only did she want to see the expression on my face when she took me, but she wanted me to see her as well – and it seems this was quite often done with the final fuck, as there was no longer any need for the blindfold. Paige carefully removed it, giving me a moment to get accustomed to the light – which was not actually very bright, as Ms Gretzke had her living room lights on a dimmer switch and had turned them down about halfway after the straight sports girls departed.

I smiled lazily up at Paige, invitingly spreading my thighs open for her, and with an infectious grin she took up a position over me like someone about to do press-ups – although they don’t usually wear a long, bright red, ribbed strap-on dildo for that (I say ‘usually’, as in our cheerleader squad we often did!). Paige positioned the knob of the dildo at the centre of my pussy cleft, and then smoothly bent her elbows, lowering herself both onto and into me. I gave a deep contented sigh, feeling myself filled up with hardness again, and then its slow motions rubbing erotically against my vaginal walls. I clenched my teeth to control my gasps of arousal and pleasure, and gazed into Paige’s warm honey-coloured eyes with passionate intensity.

I was calling out: ‘Do me, oh-my-god Paige, do me! Now, now, fuck me … oh! Aaah-oogh-aahhh!!’; and then, more frantically, nearly shouting: ‘Fuck me! Fucking do me, Paige, fucking fuck me!!’

She was such an erotic sight, I was moved almost more than in any of the previous nineteen sexual bouts (wonderful though many of them had been), but being able to see her face, to see what she was doing to me, to look down and see the plastic rod slapping in and out of my cunt, put me on another level altogether. I reached round and clutched her lithe, well-muscled butt-cheeks, almost clawing at her with my fingers as I tried to pull her further into me. Sweat was pouring off me, and my eyes and face must have looked wild. Paige clamped her lips down on mine, silencing my noises, which had degenerated from words to incoherent shrieks. For an unbelievable moment, she paused in the rhythmic thrusts of the plastic cock, holding me tantalisingly on the cusp of my crescendo – and then she rammed it in, deeper and harder than ever before. I felt like a box of fireworks had gone off in my head – of all the wonderful climaxes I had that night, it was the most intense and the one I can still remember most vividly. Driving the hard plastic phallus into me that last time had also taken Paige over the edge into her orgasm, and she collapsed on top of me, both our bodies twitching and shuddering in ecstasy.

We lay quiescent for a moment, and I became aware that Ms Gretzke and all the other girls had risen to their feet and were applauding loudly, smiles on their faces and laughter in their voices. Paige gently eased the dildo out of my vagina, climbed off me, and then held out her hand and helped me to my feet – I was a bit shaky, and she put her arm companionably around my waist to support me. Ms Gretzke handed a white bath towel to Malea, and she and Ruth gently rubbed me down – I later discovered that this was also part of the initiation rituals, as they were my two immediate predecessors to join the cheerleader squad. Then, in another part of the formalities, Paige – in her role as my captain – knelt and ceremoniously kissed me on the pussy and on each nipple, and then took my hand. She turned to Ms Gretzke, transferred my hand into the coach’s firm grasp, and declared:

‘I present this candidate for admittance to the pussy-squad, and confirm that she has performed her duties well and truly.’

I looked around at the circle of happy faces, seeing how warmly – indeed, lustily – my fellow cheerleaders Ruth, Malea and Kimberley were gazing at me, as were Kersten, Cathy and Madison of the team girls, and I felt so completely accepted and just, well, at home. Even Mercedes was regarding me with some approval, though she still looked a bit sour, as did a rather snotty seventeen-year-old blonde in the cheerleader squad called Alicia. Towards the back of the crowd, my sweet Julia gave me a special, intimate smile and a salacious lick of her lips – we would be getting together again soon, her expression made clear.

Ms Gretzke then made my happiness complete. She did a similar genuflection to Paige, but in reverse order, nibbling on each of my sensitive tits and then dropping to her haunches to slide her tongue along the length of my gaping labia. I gave a shudder – the mature sexuality of the coach was always a tremendous turn-on for me. Ms Gretzke rose to her feet, smiled at me with real warmth, kissed me on the lips, and then said with a flourish:

‘Welcome to the pussy-squad – let your hole be deep, your vagina juicy, your labia open and your legs spread wide apart for us all to enjoy!’

There was then another round of applause and cheers, and what I came to think of as ‘the holy trinity’ of our junior cheerleader squad (Ruth, an almost classic strawberry blonde; Malea, the slim and elegant Asian, and Kimberley, the beautiful black babe with the gorgeous tits and ass) crowded around me, giving their congratulations and talking over each other excitedly. Ruth put her hand on my ass, almost possessively, and one of the others – I think it was Malea – gave my cunt a quick gentle stroke, making me take a sharp intake of breath.

It was getting late, and Ms Gretzke broke up the happy throng, clapping her hands and cheerfully announcing that we must all get on home – to our own beds, or to someone else’s if we were lucky enough. I noticed that Madison was staying overnight with Ms Gretzke – her parents were away on a climbing trip with friends for the weekend, and so would not know that she hadn’t gone home. Lucky bitch! I thought, with a twinge of jealousy and a firm resolve that one day – and one day soon – it would be me staying behind with our regal mistress.

After I had put my street clothes back on and just before leaving, Ms Gretzke took me aside for a quiet word. I was delighted when she told me I had done very well, had carried off the initiation in real style, and that she was now very glad that I was joining the squad. She also said my place would be permanent, because by the time Amy was fit enough to return (her injury had created the vacancy which I had filled), Paige and at least one other would be over the age limit for the junior cheer squad and would be moving up to fill the spaces opening up in the senior. I was a little sad about Paige moving on, though of course it was the natural way of things, and it was not like she was leaving the school, but still I determined to make the most of the next few months ‘under her’. But most of all, I was thrilled by what Ms Gretzke had said, and still more the way she had said it – and the fact that, as we talked, she could not help putting her hand up my skirt to cup and stroke my Venus mound. Her last words acknowledged that, as she gave it a firm squeeze and said she was looking forward to seeing, tasting – and fucking – it many times in the future. I nearly swooned, and told her rapturously that I was hers for anything she wanted, at any time and any place. She beamed at me, and kissed me gently on the forehead before urging me towards the front door with a fond slap to my bottom.

Kersten gave me a lift home in her car, although on the way we pulled into a quiet secluded lane, parked, and climbed into the back seat for a good long smooching session. We pushed a hand up under each other’s skirts (neither of us had any panties on), and fingered pussy as our lips mashed together and our tongues swished around in each other’s mouths. After a while, feeling myself close to coming, I broke the kiss, pulled her top up to her armpits, scooped her heavy breasts out of their supporting bra-cups, and gave those two massive wonders the oral worship that they deserved. Kersten moaned, her head going backwards, and her hips rising and spreading so that my two fingers could pound harder into her. At last, with a staccato cry, she came, and then took me to my final climax of this wonderful night a few seconds later. We slumped back, regarding each other happily, and Kersten said with a lazy smile of anticipation:

‘I still owe you one, honey – and I always pay my debts, and with interest!’

I gave a delighted shudder, and truthfully said I couldn’t wait – so we arranged there and then for me to come to her house on Sunday afternoon, when her folks would be out. As she restarted the engine and drove me the rest of the way home, I reflected with satisfaction on the events of the evening. I might be feeling a bit exhausted and my jaw was aching, but that counted for nothing against the warm glow encasing me – I had arrived where I now knew that I wanted to be, and I was going to take every opportunity that came my way, and enjoy every minute of it. After all, here I was, just turned sixteen, pretty as a picture, no longer a virgin, gaining sexual experience by the day, and with a bevy of fit, sexy and athletic girls to play with! I took a deep breath of the delicious, sweetly cool night air, feeling that the whole world was at my feet.

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My fiancées little sister has a crush on me.

Shellie, 21 yr-old older sister.
Lauren, 17 yr-old little sister.
Rick, me Shellie’s fiancé.

Summary of part 1: I broke the news to Lauren that I’d proposed to her sister, her only family left in the world, and asked her to move away with us to Montana. Lauren agreed on condition I take her virginity on our wedding night. I told Shellie and she was, of course, mad at her sister, and after some discussion, she decided to scare Lauren out of her crush on me by forcing her to strip naked in front of me and suck me off in front of her right now, and to follow it up with me taking her virginity tonight.

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I was already hard just thinking about this crazy situation I couldn’t believe I was in. Lauren now stood before me, not yet seventeen and naked as a baby, standing shyly in front of me. I sat back into their couch and waited to let the scene play out between the sisters and see if Lauren would capitulate to my demand to suck me off here and now. Her sister was sitting strait up next to me on the couch and had her arms crossed and a stern expression on her face, waiting to see if her little sister was going to do as we has instructed. Shellie had threatened to leave her alone here and move away with me if she didn’t, and I could see Lauren was not expecting that from her only family.

“Well?” Shellie drolled out with more than a little vitriol.

Lauren moved her lithe body closer to us and cautiously kneeled in front of me. Her small pert breasts, very similar to her sisters, bounced a little and wagged seductively as she knee-walked slightly between my knees. She stopped there, nervous and unsure of herself.

“You said you’re still a virgin, but you’re almost seventeen. Surely you sucked a cock before?” her sister almost spat at her. Without comment Lauren slowly shook her head. “Really?” Shellie actually seemed surprised at that. Shellie had told me that she’d been sexually active since she was fifteen, but she was quite a lot bolder than her younger sister. Also the fact that both their parents had been killed when Lauren was fourteen probably had an impact on her as well. Shellie thought for a moment, then said, “Unbutton his pants and unzip it carefully; you don’t want to hurt his penis.” Then she looked at my crotch and laughed a little at seeing my bulge,”Enjoying this that much already?”

I shrugged and Shellie shook her head, as we waited for Lauren to comply. She bit her lip momentarily, and reached her hands forward and tried to unbutton my jeans. It’s never as easy to do this to someone else and she took almost a minute just to do that much. Having gotten that she then bit her lip again and worked on my zipper, pressing her hands onto me restrained cock. Even through the jeans I could feel the warmth of her soft hands, clumsy and untrained, sometimes painfully pressing me, until finally she got the zipper going and pulled it down slowly. Now my underwear was exposed and I decided to help out by pushing down my jeans under my ass so they were not as in the way. The last thing I wanted was my cock that near my zipper with someone that inexperienced fondling me.

I was wearing boxer briefs and Lauren had no idea how the flap in the center worked and was unsure how to proceed. “Just pull them down,” her sister instructed simply. Lauren grasped the waistband, and I lifted my ass off the couch as she peeled my underwear down, her face only inches from my soon to be revealed cock. Once she got it past my ass, my cock was starting to come into view, starting with the base and balls, and the shaft, and finally once the last of the cloth was bunched down with the tops on my jeans my cock popped free, snapping up to attention, surprising the young girl by booping her in the nose on its way to his erect attention position.

She gave a tiny shriek of surprise and backed off while her sister totally lost it and started laughing hysterically. I couldn’t help but snicker and lost a little of my rigidity while Lauren blushed bright red. Shellie composed herself and got back to the matter at hand. “Well, get to it cunt!” she said tying to sound serious, but couldn’t drive the smile away from the corners of her lips, “You wanna share my man, show him you’re ready and suck him off!” She then stifled a giggle and tried, mostly unsuccessfully, to show her stern mamma-grizzly face.

Lauren’s blush didn’t abate as she returned her attention to my still mostly rigid cock and I could feel the hot blood in my veins return him even before she reached out her smooth gentle hand to gently grasp my penis. She then closed her eyes and moved her head above my lap and looked down the end of my rod. She then dropped her head and took the tip into her hot mouth and sucked on it. It was actually a little painful as she tried to use it like a straw. I winced a little and another giggle escaped Shellie before she stated blatantly, “You don’t know what to do at all do you?”

Lauren withdrew and only responded, “Um…”

Shellie sighed and groaned, “Fine, I guess it’s better to show you how to do it than have you injure my man.” Shellie then leaned over, firmly grasping my base and pushing down on my balls just the way I like. “When a cock is hard you can manhandle the base here and guys like it. The balls and head are the sensitive areas and you have to be a little more gentile. Now don’t be a pussy, they like it a little rough, just don’t cut them with your nails or bit with your teeth.”

Shellie then turned her head down and literally swallowed my cock into that mouth I’d loved for the last nine months. I leaned back and rolled my eyes and my fiancé manipulated my groin with expert and practiced skill. She sucked and swirled her tongue, her hand squeezed and jerked my cock, and I could feel her clothed breasts rub against my thigh. Instinctually my hand rubbed her back and down her ass, squeezing a butt cheek to show her my pleasure as I throbbed in her mouth.

Unfortunately she stopped and the cool air blew on my throbbing member as he leaned up. “OK, your turn,” she addressed her younger sister. Lauren steeled herself and tried to emulate her older sister’s actions. She replaced her sister’s grasp on my base, not quite as firm, but did well, then after looking her sister in the eyes for approval, she leaned down and put the head of my cock in her mouth. She then tried to bob her head like Shellie had done and promptly gagged herself. She pulled away coughing and eyes watering as she tried to recapture her breath.

Shellie, instead of laughing at her sisters pain this time offered sympathy. “It’s OK, just breathe and try it again slowly. You have to know how far you can go and with some practice you can take more. You should have seen Billy Marson, remember he was the first boy I dated back in high school?” Lauren nodded as she recovered. “Well…” Shellie continued, “We had just eaten our dinner and were parked by the lake instead of going to the movie as we said we were going to see. We had been getting friendly and I wanted to try going down on him like I’d heard other girls talk about, and ended up gagging myself and puking spaghetti all over his lap!” Both girls giggled and Lauren seemed to feel better hearing this. “Try again, just go slow and feel out how far you can go and just go that far.”

Lauren wiped her eyes again and returned to her task. Grasping my base again and moving her hot little mouth back over my man-meat. She was gentle and just moved slowly for a moment. “That’s it…” Shellie encouraged her, “When you’re comfortable squeeze his cock and suck harder. Remember to breathe through your nose so you don’t have to pull off.” Lauren obliviously hadn’t considered breathing and exhaled sharply into my pubes, then started breathing before resuming her first blowjob.

She was rough, inexperienced, and nicked me a few times with her teeth, but I was getting a blowjob from this extremely cute girl with my fiancé encouraging her on at my side. Not something I ever expected and just the situation alone was really turning me on, making me groan in pleasure. Shellie turned to look at me and snuggled up close, pressing her breasts into my chest. “You like that?” I nodded and knew she was getting turned on as well. “You like my little virgin sister sucking you off? Waiting to drink down your jizz in her little virgin mouth?” Shellie always liked to talk dirty and it always turned me on. We had been having sex for almost a year now, ever since she and I got a little drunk last Christmas Eve and waited until Lauren went to bed. Any time Lauren was home when we had sex she would always whispered her dirty-talk, but now she stated it plainly in her sultry voice and I throbbed in her sister’s mouth. Lauren gagged just a little as I grew, but quickly resumed after a quick breath.

“Oooo…” Shellie ran her nails over my exposed stomach, lightly scratching me. “You are going to dump your load into her virgin belly.” She started unbuttoning her blouse while she hissed her sexy words in my ears. “My virile man, so potent his sluttly girlfriend needs to get his baby sister to suck him off.” Her blouse now open, she pulled up her bra over her smooth, firm breasts that were only slightly larger than those of her younger sister’s. Then she threw one leg over me and her sister’s head, kneeling on the couch over my waist and blocking sight of Lauren altogether. “Mama needs her titties sucked,” as she pressed her firm breasts with erect nipples into my face.

I placed my hands on her jean-covered ass and held her to me as I sucked hard on her tits. I enjoyed the goose-pimple texture of Shellie’s extremely turned on nipples and areole on my tongue and I alternated between them and groaned as Lauren continued to suck on my scholong. “Fuck yea, suck my titties! Fuck her mouth cum for her! Give her you salty goodness you sister-fucking bastard!”

I couldn’t take much more, it was all so intense, I started to buck up a little, but was mostly held down by the two sisters. “Suck him hard now honey, he’s about to cum! And don’t forget to suck down every fucking drop of his jizzim or I won’t stop him from fucking you in your god damn ass!” Lauren squeezed me hard and I groaned out loud, releasing Shellie’s tits from my mouth and crushing them into the side of my face as I squeezing her ass to me hard. The cum was loosed from my balls and half a second latter splattering the tonsils of lovely little girl who’d been working me over le last ten minutes. Lauren mad a good effort, surprised by the force, volume, and probably taste of my cum, gagging her back off my cock. She probably had some go down the wrong hole, because she was almost retching by the time I saw her after Shellie, swung off of me.

I felt bad for her and moved to assist her, but Shellie held me back and gave me a stern look. It took longer than the first gag to recover from, but soon she looked up at us with my jizm all over her face and lips, and tears in her eyes. After a moment Shellie, with her boobs still hanging out, said, “Well?” No one said anything so she continued, “You want him to fuck your ass or are you gonna be a good fucking slut and lick up all his cum?”

Lauren just breathed for a moment and then moved back to my cock and licked the cum from my pee hole that still oozed from my twitching penis. Then she sucked like a straw to get the rest before looking back to my sister for confirmation. “All of it,” she said sternly, but poor Lauren looked around in confusion than back to her older sister who sighed and bent down to her then held her head in her hands, than licked right up her cheek to her forehead, getting a wayward shot of my cum from her face. Lauren was semi-paralyzed by her sister doing such a thing to her and only winced as if in pain, but more in shock as my fiancé continued to clean off her little sister’s face of my spooge.

Even though I just came I was still hard and really turned on. What can I say… I’m a guy. I reached out and squeezed one of Shellie’s tits and could feel her heavy breathing and tell she was really turned on right now. I used my other hand and rubbed her ass over her jeans and could tell she’d wet them even through her panties.

Lauren started to relax as Shellie licker her like a cat until clean, then returned to my side. “Not bad for the first time.” We all took a breather and waited for Shellie to hand down her ruling. I know who was going to wear the pants in our house so wasn’t going to get in her way. “But, you didn’t take it all so I guess Rick is just going to have to fuck the shit out of your asshole.”

Lauren’s jaw dropped. Then she whined, “But… I tried… I really did!”

Shellie looked over to me, “Well Rick? What do you think?”

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

“Sunshine I need a favor,” Anthony said as they exited the council building.

“Anything,” she said winging her way over from Jessica’s shoulder to sit on his hand.

“Can you find the fairies in the area,” he asked.

“Sure, but one monarch asking another’s subjects questions without the others permission is considered rude,” Sunshine explained.

“Could you take us to the Fairy Queen of the area then,” he asked. When she nodded he held his hand to his shoulder and let her perch there.

“Alright just tell me the way,” he said and started off into the jungle. They followed Sunshine’s directions, for several hours, into the forest before they came upon a pool of water. The pool was fed by a twenty foot waterfall and emptied into a small stream winding off through the trees.

“We should wait here. They already know we are here and they have no doubt noticed my presence with you. We are close now and we don’t want to seem as if we have violent intentions,” Sunshine said and flitted to a small stone near the edge of the pool and slipping her tiny bare feet into the water.

“Alright if you think that is best,” Anthony said and sat down on a boulder to wait. After half an hour of
waiting in the oppressive heat of the tropical forest the girls slipped off their clothes and jumped into the pool of cool water. Anthony moved closer to the waterfall and let the cool mist from the falling water push back the oppressive heat of the humid forest. He pulled his shirt off over his head and Sunshine regained her seat on his shoulder and relaxed in the falling mist with him. They watched the three naked girls swim and splash in the pool and laugh. They all relaxed in the peaceful quietness of the forest and enjoyed the time with no worry about what was to come or what had happened. After a while the girls tried to coax Anthony into the water but he refused. Sunshine flew over to the bank and slipped off her small dress and hung it on a bush before walking into the water and swimming around.

“Aren’t you worried about fish,” Anthony asked her. She began to giggle then her giggle turned into full wind chiming laughter. Anthony heard soft rustling in the trees around them but the sound didn’t come dangerously close so he stayed alert but ignored the sound. Risa saw him stiffen for a moment and her eyes began to subtly sweep the tree line.

“No fish would ever harm a fairy,” Sunshine said in answer to his question and continued her swim.

“Come on swim with us,” Kylie and Jessica pleaded again. When Anthony shook his head in denial again they pouted then Jessica got a mischievous grin and leaned over and whispered in Kylie’s ear. Anthony couldn’t hear over the pounding fall of water but Kylie shot Jessica a surprised look then eyed Anthony in speculation. She nodded to Jessica and they swam toward the shore. About five feet from the shore was a boulder half submerged in the water. It was flat on the side closest to Anthony and lean back away from him. The water up to mid hip and just barely hiding her pussy Kylie leaned back against the rock and looked at him. Jessica moved in front of her nearly blocking Anthony’s view until they repositioned themselves so he would have a perfect view. They began to kiss and run their hands over the water glistening skin of the other.

“Won’t you join us,” Kylie asked him breathlessly as Jessica began to kiss down her body. Anthony didn’t move or speak his attention focused entirely on the two women now, the presence in the trees all but forgotten. Kylie arched off the rock as Jessica’s chin dipped below the water between her thighs. She whimpered and her hands gripped Jessica’s hair pulling her in tighter to her body.

“Oh god,” Kylie moan high pitched and soft. Jessica’s arm was moving and Anthony could tell she was doing something under the water but not what. Suddenly movement drew his attention and he saw water piling up on top of itself in a lump. The water formed into the form of a woman. She looked maybe twenty and her eyes were focused on Jessica and Kylie. Risa didn’t notice because the water woman was behind her and she was watching Jessica, her twin, and the tree line all at the same time. Sunshine however did notice the appearance of the newcomer but didn’t seem alarmed so Anthony watched in silence.

“Cumming,” Kylie screamed and the water creature watched transfixed as she writhed on Jessica’s mouth. When Kylie went limp the water creature looked around and notice that Anthony was watching. The creature got a scared look and began sink under the water.

“Wait we mean you no harm,” Sunshine called bringing the creatures gaze to her.

“Your word,” it asked in a voice a lot like the elemental’s soothing voice. The soft sound reminded Anthony of the sound of small waves lapping at the shore. Sunshine nodded and it rose to its former position but came no closer Kylie and Jessica leaned back against the rock and watched the water women as she watched them.

“What is your name and what are you? You aren’t water elemental but you are close whatever you are,” Anthony said with curiosity.

“You couldn’t pronounce my name so you can call me Bri. I am a Nyad, Water Spirit, Water Nymph, or Undine. Those are the names the humans use for us, all of them pretty much mean the same thing,” Bri said and relaxed some when he spoke.

“Has the water elemental relayed my message to you and your kind yet,” Anthony asked her.

“Your message,” she asked in confusion then comprehension lit in her eyes.

“You’re the Djinn King,” she said in awe her eyes roaming his body and she flowed closer. Risa tried to moved between Anthony and the approaching Nyad but stopped when Anthony waved her back. The Nyad moved as close to the rock he was sitting on as she could and reach out one watery arm. She gently touched his face and the water began to glow where they touched. Anthony reached out and gently touched her watery cheek in return and was surprised that the water was pleasantly warm. Her skin gave a little under the pressure of his hand but remained solid, and damp. The water making up her cheeks darkened and become translucent instead of the transparent that they had been. Bri pulled back her hand over the spot where he had touched her.

“Did I do something wrong,” Anthony asked in concern. Bri shook her head and the translucency spread to her entire face.

“She is blushing,” Sunshine said with a chuckle. Bri hid her face in her water hands and Anthony grinned at the watery figure.

“I will see you at the meeting in your city,” Bri said hurriedly and without another word sank back beneath the surface of the water. The rustle of leaves close to the edge of the tree line brought Anthony’s head whipping around to stare at the sound. Out of the underbrush stepped a wingless six inch tall man carrying a spear. Behind the little man in a line five feet long and three rows deep stepped out more trolls. Sunshine quickly grabbed her dress and slipped into it and flew to Anthony’s shoulder. She pressed herself tightly to his neck and shivered Anthony knew it was fright and not cold, even though she was soaking wet, because of the heat. The line of trolls let out a war cry and lifted their spears in the air and shook them. The troll in the front raised a hand to silence them and then wait for them to comply.

“Give us the fairy and the rest of you can go free,” the troll leader said.

“She is mine,” Anthony replied and Sunshine pressed tighter into his neck still quivering in fear.

“A bit small for you isn’t she,” the troll asked running an eye over Anthony.

“Leave and I won’t kill you all,” Anthony told the little man. His army laughed at the threat but the leader
watched them warily.

“Don’t worry, we’ll treat her good just like the others,” the leader said staring at Sunshine with lust.
Anthony stiffened when the troll mentioned others and his gaze locked on the troll leader.

“I see you have others, then the offer to let you leave is withdrawn,” Anthony said and his eyes began to glow as power filled his body. The leader not knowing what Anthony was but feeling danger ordered a retreat. Anthony waved a hand and in a ring around the trolls a shimmer appeared. The dirt leaves and sticks began to meld together into a blob of clay in a ring around the trolls. The clay ring was only two inches tall but nearly two and a half feet thick outward. One of the trolls close to the ring tried to climb on top of the clay ring but it began to crumble. At first nothing could be made out but then the clay dust settled there were lines of clay panther figurines. A wind blew and there was a crack of dry clay and a thin shell of clay fell from each of the figurines. Row after row of miniscule black panthers now stood watching the trolls. The trolls formed a ring spears pointed out at the surrounding mass of feline fury that began to slink forward and close the circle. Anthony bent and picked up a thick stick that was about five feet long and moved toward the imminent battle. Sunshine flew to Risa who was getting dressed and landed on her shoulder. He staggered slightly as the power to create the cats drained from him.

“Bring me the leader alive,” he ordered the little cats with a thought and brought the branch down on the cluster of trolls. They cried out in fear as panthers poured into the gap his swing had opened in their formation. He stood back and whenever an opportunity to strike one of the trolls without crushing one the panthers appeared he took it and rammed the branch down. A few of the trolls tried to surrender but the cats and Anthony showed them no mercy killing them before they could finish speaking. Soon with the exception of the leader every troll the was ripped apart. Four of the cats held the leader down one latched onto each of the small man’s limbs. Anthony bent and retrieved the troll and two of the cats ran off but the other two leaped onto his hand and climbed to his shoulder. They curled up on his shoulder and lay down. He looked over the remaining cats and realized that he had lost half of the little beasts he had created. They were eating the fall trolls and cleaning the blood from their shiny black fur.

“Where are you holding the fairies,” Anthony asked the leader in his fist.

“Go die,” the leader said and spit blood at Anthony. His spit fell far too short to reach Anthony but Anthony shrugged and reached out with his mind. He felt the troll’s mind and when he began to push in the little man tried to struggle in his grip but the effort was in vain. Anthony pulled everything about the trolls’ hideout and other troll hideout that he could before dropping the leader back onto the field of his dead brethren.

“He is all yours,” he thought to the panthers. The troll leader ran off into the underbrush with several of
the felines after him. There was a scream which cut off short and then silence as the panthers caught him. He walked to the water and washed the blood from his hands and stood before turning back to Risa. Sunshine plowed into his neck and latched on sobbing in relief and Anthony gently stroked a finger down her back. The beating drew his attention to the canopy of the trees around them and he saw thousands of fairies watching.

“We have company,” Anthony said and the others followed his gaze to the branches overhead. Most of the small being in the trees were fairies but Anthony spotted pixies in the host of winged being also. The five of them watched the trees until a group flew down, led by a fairy in a silvery gown and armed with a bow. Anthony took a step forward to place him closest to them and they sank until they were at eye level about six feet away. The fairy in front examined them all taking the most time on Anthony, Sunshine, and the two mini panthers sleeping on his other shoulder.

“You fairy come here, your safe now. Join the others,” the silver clad fairy said. Her gaze was focused on Sunshine and she didn’t look pleased when Sunshine made no move to do as ordered.

“I am your Queen and you will do as I say,” she said in a quiet dangerous voice.

“You are not her queen. She is mine,” Anthony said. He was hit by the fact that this conversation was going in much the same direction that the one with the trolls had gone.

“You are not a fairy, you’re not even female. You cannot be Queen,” the little queen said.

“No I am not a Queen but she is still mine. You and the trolls seem to both be in the habit of kidnapping
people,” Anthony said. The subtle threat was not lost on the Queen and her eyes flicked to the small battlefield and the feasting panthers. A mutter went through the on looking fairies when they were compared to the trolls and a few angry voices called out insults. Anthony’s eyes bored into the Queen’s and way down in the depths of them fire flickered causing the fairy to pale. The fairy slung her bow over her back and floated closer to Anthony and was tailed by her guard.

“I am Amaranth, Fairy Queen of this region,” she said.

“Unfading flower, it suits you. Is it alright if I call you Amy Amaranth is a mouthful,” Anthony asked. The
fairy nodded in agreement and Anthony grinned at her.

“I am Anthony Caine High Lord of the Djinn, King of the Goblins, and Elven Prince,” he recited. The queen blinked in surprise at him but said nothing so he went on.

“We are sitting here in your territory because I wished to ask you or anyone of your people who might know where the captive Were-women are being held,” he said.

“You’re the one the wind elemental said was summoning all of the supernatural beings to a meeting in a far away city,” she asked and he nodded.

“Why do you want to know where the Weres are?”

“To free them,” he replied.

“What will you give me in return,” she asked and he smiled.

“Well I happen to have information on where fairy captives are being held, and where there are other troll bands encamped. But that information seems to be worth more than the information you have for me,” Anthony said.

“What else do you want other than the information about the Weres,” her desire for the information clear in her eyes even though she managed to keep her face blank.

“I want you and you’re to take care of the panthers I created and to promise to attend the meeting.”

“Done,” she replied and she began to tell him where to find the Weres but he stopped her with a raised hand. He held out his hand and after hesitating she landed on it her bare feet warm against his palm. He let the information she wanted flow into her as he pulled out the information on every camp were captive Weres were being held.

“Thank you for the information; we have some hunting to do as do you so we will see you at the meeting,” Anthony said and Amy nodded in agreement. She turned and flew back to her people and in seconds they were gone off to rescue her captured people and kill the trolls. Anthony turned back to the other three who had dressed while he talked and now stood ready. Sunshine was slumped wearily across his shoulder asleep so he spoke quietly.

“The were-women captives are all being held in one camp. They are caged and only taken out to be abused,” he told them and had to clench his teeth stop for throwing up or screaming he wasn’t sure which. The memories that the queen had shared with him of the treatment the were-women had to endure sickened him and enraged him. He began to run keeping his pace smooth so as not to jostle Sunshine or the little panthers. The others followed and they ran a silent blurring race to the Were encampment. After two hours of running they suddenly burst through the tree and where standing in an open space between the encampment and the trees. The encampment was nothing more than five large wooden building that resembled barns and a large metal cage. Only the metal cage appeared to be new and well cared for the
buildings looked to be about to fall down. A female’s high scream of terror and despair split the air and drew
Anthony’s attention to the cage.

“No,” the female voice cried. Anthony could see a man had a teenage girl probably sixteen or seventeen pinned against the cage right outside the lock cage door. The man had the girl bent forward face pressed into the bars of the cage and was thrusting into her while the she cried out in pain and denial. Anthony was suddenly behind the man he couldn’t remember moving but he grabbed the man without pausing. He ripped the man away from the girl and spun the man around to face him. The rapist looked into Anthony’s fiery eyes, his glowing bones were visible under his skin, and his light consuming black hair blew in a wind that didn’t exist. The man began to scream in terror and Anthony reached down and grabbed the man’s now limp cock and ripped it off before flinging it into the trees and then wiping his hand on his pants. He moved over and began examining the girl who was curled up on the ground beside the cage as the rapist rapidly bled to death behind him.

“Kylie,” he called out and she was there touching the girl before her name was even clear of his mouth.
Screams behind him caused him to turn and he saw Risa her power flowing freely and his mouth dropped open in awe and fear the sight. She was beautiful in a horrifying way, her eyes glowed a fire engine red, her hair was the same light eating black as his own, but her bones were glowing through her skin the color of fresh blood welling from a cut. She was moving through the Weres with Jessica at her side and they were killing any that they could catch. Jessica’s eyes glowed a red almost and exact match to Risa’s and blood coated the entire lower half of her face. Anthony watched as Risa cut more of the Weres down and Jessica drained one after another until she just began snapping their necks unable to consume anymore blood. The Weres shifted and tried to fight back but they didn’t even scratch either of the girls. Wolf, Panther, Lion, and even a few Were-bear launched themselves at the girls but they were brought down by sword teeth or supernatural strength. Less than an hour after their arrival the encampment was silent all of those that had
not been killed had escaped into the forest. Kylie had been healing the twenty captive were-women who were almost all little more than teenagers. One of the girls didn’t even look to be fourteen yet and tears of fire leaked down Anthony’s cheek when she flinched away from him when he approached her. Risa and Jessica came over and began to help Kylie as Anthony stood guard outside the cage.

“Hurry, they might try to come back with reinforcements and we want to be gone before they get here,” Anthony said. The women let Kylie, Risa, and Jessica help them out of the cage and start off into the woods. Anthony mental transfer the location of the rebel camp to Sunshine and she took up the lead. The injured and down trodden were-women began to run through the trees tightly clumped together after Sunshine. The teen Anthony had first saved was the only one that seemed to have to the most trouble and after the fifth time of her falling down Anthony scooped her up into his arms. She began to struggle but froze when Anthony manifest a knife in his fist in front of her face. She was rigid with terror and blinked in surprise when he offer it to her.

“Take it, if I do Anthony thing you don’t like stab me with it,” he said and she gripped the knife tightly in
two hands pointing it at his throat but she stopped struggling. He resumed his running pace all the while watching their surroundings. The teen in his arms gradually relaxed and was lulled into sleep the rocking sway of his stride, but the knife remained clutched in her hand even as she dreamed of a fiery eyed savior. They ran through the night at little more than an average human pace and by the first rays of dawn they stumbled into the rebel camp. They were immediately surrounded by gun wielding Weres and more than a few in animal form.

“We come in peace,” Anthony said not moving. A women moved through the crowd gracefully, a wolf at her side, to stand in front of him and Anthony jerked when he met her eyes. It was the same ice blue eyes from his dream and he looked down into the eyes of the wolf at her side and saw the gold and bronze eyes of the wolf from his dream and his attacker at the council building.

“Little devil thanks for the interesting scar,” he said to the wolf and turned his arm so that it could see
the scar it’s bite had left. It snarled at him and bared its teeth and Anthony let his eyes flare for a second and
snarled back letting power fill the sound and it reverberated out over the crowd. The wolf jerked back in surprise and eyed him warily but remained silent. The girl in his arms jerked awake and the knife he had given her jabbed into his skin a little drawing blood as she looked around wildly. Anthony slowly knelt and set her down before backing away from her and the knife, not wanting her to accidently cut his throat. She seemed to not want him to go until her eyes focused on the women with the ice blue eyes. The knife fell from her grip to thunk to the ground and dissolve as she threw herself from a sitting position into the woman’s arms and began sobbing. Anthony began backing away toward the tree line behind them and the others followed his lead. The Weres didn’t seem to notice so focused where they on the two women hugging.

When the woman tried to pull the girl toward the buildings of the encampment she resisted. The teen turned back to find Anthony and the others gone only the rescued captives remained to show they had been there. Them and in the middle of the path where she had dropped the knife he had given her was a dagger in a sheath and the onyx in the hilt glinted in the morning rays. She grabbed it and clutched it to her chest and stared off into the trees with ice blue eyes the same color as her mother’s.

“Are you okay with leaving things like that? We didn’t even talk to them about the meeting, how do you know they will show up,” Jessica asked as they climbed the short stairway up into the private jet.

“I didn’t want to pressure them into coming with some feeling of debt for saving them. The elements will have told them and they will come or not as they choose,” Anthony said boarding last. The captain closed the hatch and went into the cockpit and closed the door. They all took seats and the plane took off. Once they were safely in the air Jessica came over and plopped down in Anthony’s lap.

“So you ready to join the Mile-High Club,” she asked grinding her ass against his groin. He reached around her and cupped her breasts and bit her neck lightly. She moaned and grinding against his rock hard erection sped up and he squeezed her breasts tighter. She abruptly stood up and undid her jeans and pushed them down to mid-thigh and lean against the seat in front of him.

“Now,” she demanded and he stood up unzipped his fly and pulled his cock through the opening. He positioned himself behind her and thrust all the way in with no hesitation. Anthony breathed deep and could smell the coppery scent of the blood they had washed off in a stream before coming back into the city.

“I see what has you so ready,” he said and bit hard into her neck. Her thrusts back faltered and then she slammed back against his hips nearly pushing him back into his own chair. He bit her again stopping just before breaking the skin. This time her powerful thrust back met with his own strong thrust forward and she screamed in ecstasy as the tip of him made contact with her womb violently. Again and again she cried out in orgasm as he battered her womb and then she went limp. Anthony lowered her gently into the seat beside his and went over the Risa and Kylie who had been watching their hands down in their pants. He pulled Risa up and bent her over so she was face to face with Kylie. He pulled down her black leather pants and plunged deep into her and Kylie kissed her. Kylie pulled the shirt down and freed Risa’s breasts and began tugging on her nipples while they kissed.

“Harder,” Risa moaned when she pulled back for air. Anthony began to thrust harder and Kylie pulled on her nipples with more strength. Risa writhed and buck backward at him and moaned into her sister’s mouth as her pleasure built. Anthony pulled back his hand and let it fly forward in a single blow to Risa’s ass. She froze her spine curled back as all of her muscles tensed and her pussy gripped Anthony’s cock so hard he winced at the pressure and worried she might accidently crush him. Then she let loose a scream so loud the pilot would have heard it over the engines if Kylie hadn’t muffled it with her own mouth as she kissed her twin deeply. Anthony was beginning to hurt from hold back his own climax for so long and he quickly help the unsteady Risa back into her seat before pulling Kylie to up to stand. He sat in her seat lifted the back of her skirt and pulled her panties down to her ankles.

“Sit,” he commanded and grabbed her hips to pull her down. He used a hand to guide himself into her as she lowered herself onto his lap.

“Ooooh,” Kylie moaned as her ass met his thighs. She began to bounce on him at a fast pace and soon both of their breathing was ragged and broken with gasps. She began to move her hip in circles whenever he was fully inside her and press down hard with each bounce. With a grunt he grabbed her hips and slammed her down and held her there his tip pressed firmly against her cervix. He shivered as he came and she cried out and her pussy clench in orgasm as his warmth filled her. She slumped back her head lolling back on to his shoulder and kissed his earlobe. He grinned at her before he forced her to her feet. He lifted her skirt and slid her panties back into place and stood allowing her to drop back into her seat. He then helped Risa and Jessica dress again before taking his own seat and settling in for a nap until landing time.

“Have a nice day,” the pilot said as they exited the plane. They headed for the parking lot where his car was parked waiting for them. They piled in and he pulled out and headed for the Eternal Night. When they walked into Eternal Night they were assaulted by the loud music and the sight of black leather clad figures gyrating on the dance floor. They were half way to the door into the back when Anthony saw Dililah on the dance floor swaying with a woman. She must have felt his eyes on her because she looked up to meet his gaze and then with a smile at the woman she hurried towards him.

“Welcome back,” she said beaming. She walked up to him and kissed him lightly on the lips before pulling back.

“How did it go,” she asked.

“Alright. Where is everyone,” Anthony asked.

“Liz went back to the house to get some things. Everyone else is somewhere around the club,” she replied.

“Alright. Gather everyone up and ask Jenny if we can borrow her car, Jessica will bring it back either tonight or tomorrow,” Anthony said and she nodded and hurried off. Ten minutes later they were on the way home with Jessica driving Jenny’s car and Anthony driving his own.

Anthony pulled around a corner onto the street his house was located on and at the far end a police car, lights flashing and siren wailing, sped onto the road also. The lights and noise caught his attention and it took him a second to realize that the car slammed to a stop. A sickening feeling of dread washed through him as he noticed that it was his house the car was stopped in front of and the police were climbing hurriedly out of the car. He slammed his foot down the police turned toward the car as the engine roared and slid to a halt next to the police car in the middle of the road. Anthony leapt out of the car before it had even rocked back onto the shocks and was running, at a just barely human speed, toward the front door. The front door opened and the world seemed to slow down as his father stepped out of the front door. The blood splattered on his face and shirt caught the flashing light of the police car and glimmered wetly. Anthony could smell the alcohol from the fifteen feet he was at and he could also see the hand wrapped in the hair of his sister’s still form. His father took one step dragging his sister in a jerk and she didn’t react at all. The police screamed for Anthony to halt and the noise brought Anthony’s father’s attention up to him and sensing his danger he released Liz’s hair and pulled a knife from his waistband and brandished it drunkenly at his charging son. Anthony didn’t even pause he rushed in and though a punch holding nothing back at his father’s sternum but missed his target. When Anthony was within arm’s reach his father had swung the knife slicing Anthony’s cheek open to the bone. The swing caused the drunken man to stumble and Anthony’s blow which would probably have crushed his chest if it hit on target grazed his right side. Ribs shattered and lung punctured by bone fragments Anthony’s father was thrown from his feet, sideways, into the side of the house five feet away. With a scream of agony he passed out and collapsed at the foot of the wall and Anthony turned and lunged at the fallen form. His lunge was cut short when Risa, Sar-Rah, Eliza, and Jessica slammed into him and they all went over in a heap. Anthony struggled blindly to stand and go after his father again but they held him, each latching onto a limb and not letting go as he struggled.

“Anthony calm down. Liz needs help and the longer you keep this up the lower her chances of survival are,” Eliza pleaded with as she clung to his tensed arm. He froze at her word and his heart clenched at the thought of Liz and all of that blood.

“She’s alive,” he asked and Eliza nodded.

“Let me up,” he said and they reluctantly released him. He hurried over to Liz just as the police, who had been unsure of what to do, reached her. He dropped to his knees next to Kylie who was already examining her and looked over Liz’s blood coated form and struggled not to retch.

“How is she,” he asked Kylie and the cop reach out a hand to put them back but froze in terror when Anthony turned his gaze up to look at the man. The cop instinctively took several steps back and his hand dropped to his gun but Anthony didn’t notice because he had returned his gaze to Liz as soon as the cop backed away.

“Several lacerations that aren’t too deep, a broken nose, three broken fingers on one hand, a broken thumb on the other, five fractured ribs, dislocated jaw, fractured hip, shattered cheekbone, and several fractures in her skull. She has a concussion and is almost assuredly bleeding internally there are also multiple serious bruises,” Kylie said while she examined Liz.

“Can you do anything,” he asked and she nodded and flicked her eyes to the cops. Anthony understood and he abruptly stood letting menace and rage pour out of him, he filled the feelings with subtle power and the police focus on him. The feeling of danger he emanated kept their eyes on him and not on Kylie as she glowed dimly as she pumped healing power into Liz. Anthony walked toward the two cops and both of their hands were now on their guns but neither of them drew their weapons.

“Officers I am pressing charges on my father and I need an ambulance,” Anthony said his voice calm but enraged wildness still emanated from him. The officer spoke into his radio without taking his eyes from Anthony. Less than five minutes later an ambulance arrived. The ambulance, which had already been enroute because a neighbor had called in screams of pain to the police, took Liz with Anthony to the hospital and the police stayed with Anthony’s father to wait for a second ambulance which was already on its way. The EMT’s hooked Liz up to an IV and checked her vitals among other things but Anthony didn’t notice anything else they were doing until one of them touched his face. He jerked back from the man’s touch and stared blankly at the man’s moving lips until it sank in that the man was speaking to him. As soon as he realized this, his hearing kicked back on and he could understand again and he caught the last part of the man’s question.

“Are you hurt anywhere else,” the EMT asked while his partner sped down the highway.

“I am fine,” Anthony said and turned back to Liz.

“Let me look at that wound I can see the bone,” the EMT said and reach for his chin but Anthony simply ignored the man and refused to turn his head and the EMT could not force his head to move. With a frustrated sigh the EMT returned his attention to monitoring Liz. Anthony stared down at his sister’s unconscious form and hatred for his father welled up and struggled with despair, anger, worry, and guilt. Guilt that he hadn’t been there to protect her, anger that she had gone back to the house alone, worry that she might not live, and despair at the thought of a world with her in it. The ambulance came to a halt in front of the hospital and a swarm of nurses and doctors bustled away with the gurney that Liz was strapped to and Anthony was directed to the waiting room when he refused to be put in an examining room to await a doctor. Anthony took a seat and let his head hang forward into his palms and that is how the others found him when they entered the waiting room.

This is the first in an occasional series of stories called ‘Scene in a …’, all of which are a single scene in a particular type of location. They are ‘point of view’ stories, and you can imagine that you are either the narrator or the ‘you’ character. This scene is happening today, at a Junior High school in your town.

I cannot believe what is happening – I am face down, laid across my teacher’s desk with my stomach and chest flat on its top and my ass sticking out over the edge. My grey school-uniform skirt has been pulled up and is crumpled around my middle, and my white cotton panties are lying discarded on the floor nearby – I am completely naked from my waist down to the tops of my white knee-high socks. My feet are spread about three feet apart, and there you are – my teacher! – kneeling between my open legs with your face pushed into the gap between them. Your tongue is licking around my butt-hole, whilst your fingers push insistently into my tight little girl-cunny. The effect of both of these attentions is sending waves of tingling stimulation throughout my body, and I gasp and arch my legs wider open to give you more access to my most private place – I’m all yours, all yours, and I feel just wonderful!

I lift my head a little from the horizontal and gaze at my best friend, Stephanie, who is leaning against the classroom wall in front of me. Her school tie is pulled askew and her white uniform shirt is half-unbuttoned; she has one hand inside it, squeezing her little titties in their training bra, and the other hand is under her skirt, fingering her pussy. Stephanie stares enraptured at the amazing scene in front of her, wide-eyed and thrilled as she watches you, our teacher, fucking me, her best friend and lesbian lover.

How did we get into this amazing situation?

We are both sixteen and have been best friends since, like, forever, and we started having fun with each other when my tits (which are several bra sizes bigger than hers) really started growing. Steph was just fascinated by them, kept asking to touch them, and every time she did, it made me feel wet and loose in the cunny (it did for her, too, but I didn’t know that quite then). Fortunately, it didn’t take long before we realised that we felt the same way about each other, and about having as much girl/girl fuck-fun as we could. But the problem is, at our age, living at home with parents and brothers and sisters around all the time, and going to school, there are very few private opportunities for getting off with each other, and it is so frustrating!

Being the chairperson of the drama club, I know about the room behind the stage in the main hall where the costumes and props are kept – and I also know where the key is hung; it’s not like that is a great secret, nobody expects anyone to steal anything, in fact I’m not sure why they bother to keep it locked. Probably it is just to stop people fooling around with the costumes, which is fine as it doesn’t prevent Steph and me using it as quiet burrow to fool around with each other. There are several carpets and cushions on the floor that have been used in various plays, and although there is not much open space, it’s more than enough for our hot little teen-girl bodies to get real down and close with each other.

We’ve used it maybe a dozen times in the last four or five weeks, and this lunchtime we were in there again. Stephanie was lying back on some of the cushions, and I had got her panties off and was stroking her slit with my fingers, easing it open and making her gasp – though her gasps were a bit muffled, because as usual she had gone for her favourite thing: my tits. I’m noticeably bigger than most girls our age, just now being a 28C bra size (but I think I’ll need the D-cup soon) – whilst Steph is a bit under-developed, still a double-A cup, so it’s quite a contrast. Anyway, she loves to fondle and stroke my breasts, to get my nipples hard and then take them into her mouth to lick and suck and nibble. She had also shoved a hand up my skirt and inside my panties, and was giving me a finger-poking as well. So we were both getting what we wanted, getting steamed up, when – with no warning – the prop room door was jerked open, and – oh! Jesus Christ!! – there you suddenly were, our English and Drama teacher, looking down at us!

We were caught completely red-handed (well, cunt-handed anyway), there was no possible way to deny what we were up to with each other. Stephanie gave a horrified gurgle and then seemed to just freeze with shock – she stared up at you, wide-eyed and mouth gaping, her legs still wide apart and her uniform skirt up above her hips. For a moment I felt winded, like someone had punched me in the stomach and knocked all the breath and strength out of me, my muscles turning to water. But then I noticed the faint smile playing around your lips, and still more the keen glint in your eyes. And so, whilst you stood there with your hands on your hips, I licked my lips and – looking straight at your face – I deliberately stroked my fingers up and down Stephanie’s exposed pussy, as if offering it to you. She gave a little cry of alarm, not understanding why I was continuing with sexual activity, but my instinct was rewarded when you – still not having spoken a single word – nodded to me, and your smile spread into one of open delight and lust.

You dropped to your haunches, right in front of Stephanie’s prone form and open legs, and then you calmly reached forward to run your fingers up and down her sixteen-year-old pussy, matching mine on the other side of her cleft. Encouraged and recovering confidence, I slipped my forefinger back into Stephanie’s vagina, up to the second knuckle – and you did the same! Your larger, longer grown-up finger sank into my best friend’s cunt alongside my own, and we probed and pressed side-by-side. The unbelievable fact that she was being penetrated simultaneously by her lover and her teacher was too much of an erotic overload for Steph to contain, and almost immediately she trembled and shook in the throes of an orgasm, her eyes glazing and her head lolling back, and she gave a series of broken whimpers.

Smiling and looking at each other like conspirators, you and I withdrew our fingers from Steph’s cunt – and I followed your example of licking and tasting the cum-juices that streaked my finger. You wanted to make it clear that you were staking a claim to my body as well, that we were both your prizes, and so you reached across to my tits – which Steph had earlier pulled out of their bra cups – and gave each of them a firm squeeze, and then you deliciously ran your hand down to the front of my panties, and you touched me there in the middle of the dark damp stain on the crotch.

Then you rose to your feet and smiled warmly down at us; to our great relief, it looked as if no punishment or official action would follow from the discovery of our secret – whilst it seemed that perhaps some much more interesting unofficial action would ensue!

‘Not here, girls’, you said, shaking your head, ‘oh, it’s not a bad place – quite clever of you, in fact – but it isn’t really safe. If I found you – even though I’ve been suspecting what you two were getting up to, and I was looking for you – well, anyway, someone else might find you, by accident, and we can’t have that, now can we? Come with me – I have somewhere far better in mind!’

Stephanie and I looked at each other expectantly – what might be going to happen now? I quickly reassembled my clothing and Steph did the same, though I noticed that she just picked her panties up from the floor and stuffed them into her bag. We followed you through the school building and up to the second floor, where your classroom is. After we entered, you locked the door and pulled the blind down over its window – now, no one could see into the room: the only other windows were on the outside, looking out over the sports field at tree-top height.

Did you know that I have a crush on you, that I often have fantasies about having sex with you? You are around thirty years old, a very attractive mature woman, and quite tall – you are four or five inches taller than either of us, and we are about average for our age. You have a really nice figure – slim build and long legs, with a trim ass and a nicely jutting bust (although your breasts actually are not much bigger than mine: I found out later that you take a 32C bra size). Your curly black hair is cut quite short, above and around the ears, where it is set off by a pair of pearl-grey pendant ear-rings. You always dress so smartly, almost in a kind of strict way, and today’s outfit is typical: a crisp white pintuck shirt, open at the collar, and below this a high-waisted pencil skirt in dark red which comes down to just below your knees, almost overlapping with your trademark – elegant glossy black boots, which you wear all year round except for the very hottest summer days. All in all, you are quite an eyeful – an elegant, confident, experienced woman, in full maturity.

‘Well, my little cunny-bunnies’, you said, with a hungry smile, ‘it’s time for a lesson, in a new course that I’m offering just for you both – it means extra study time, of course, both here in the lunchtimes and after school sometimes as well, if you want to take it?’

We just couldn’t believe our good fortune – you want to fuck us, and not just now, but regularly? Oh, yeah! – bring it on, bring it on!! We hastened to assure you, quite sincerely, that we would like nothing better, and that all you need to do is tell us where and when you want us, and our legs will be wide open for you. You glanced at the clock on the classroom wall; there was nearly 25 minutes of the lunch-break left, and you said this would be enough for a little ‘induction course’ that you had in mind.

You walked me over to face your desk, and you pulled up my uniform skirt – as it came over my hips, the erotic charge of the moment just sent me, it was so arousing. With a quick motion, you yanked down my plain white panties, and after I had stepped out of them you pushed me forwards, to lie face down on the desk. Leaving me there with my bare ass sticking out in the air, you turned and beckoned Steph to approach you. My pretty best friend (she’s a cute brunette, with long dark hair, and a supple lithe body) was then told to undo your shirt, which she did with shaking hands, almost as if mesmerised. When all of the front buttons were undone, you dealt with the cuffs and removed your shirt altogether, revealing your well-rounded breasts attractively displayed in a pastel green plunge bra. My friend gazed avidly at your chest, and you almost laughed:

‘I can see that you’re a tit-lover, Stephanie – good, you can practice on mine!’ Then you reached behind your back to unclip your bra, shrugging it off your shoulders. Your bare breasts now swung free, their nipples already engorged and standing out from your large aureoles, and Steph looked at them as if they were a hypnotist’s pendulum.

‘Kiss them – lick them, go on, suck them!’ you whispered in a hoarse voice. Stephanie hastened to do your bidding, cupping each breast in the palm of one hand. She fastened her mouth like a limpet onto your left tit, whilst fondling and tweaking your right nipple.

‘Yes, aaah! That’s good, yes, mmm, well done Stephanie! … mmm … I can see you’re a natural at this!’ you said appreciatively, slipping a hand under your skirt and past the gusset of your panties to poke a finger into your own pussy.

And then, just a few seconds ago, after a spell of increasingly eager tit-slurping from my best friend, you detached Stephanie gently and told her to go round to the far side of your desk. Then you approached me from behind, knelt down and gripped me by the ankles, spread my legs wide apart and began your feasting on my cunt.

Oooh! … aaahhh!! The sensations are amazing, like the nicest kind of electric shock that you could imagine. Now you are working two of your fingers deep into my vagina, and I give a moan as my pussy lips are stretched further apart than they have ever been before.

Stephanie gasps as you rise to your feet from behind my ass and loom over my back, your hand still thrusting in and out between my legs. You are facing directly towards my girlfriend, and for sure you are a stunning sight, naked above the waist with your jutting breasts swinging free, but still fully-clothed below in your chic red skirt and black boots.

Now you order Stephanie to remove her white shirt and drop her uniform skirt, and then to come closer; as she does so, you pull my blonde hair back by my pony-tail and tell me to suck Stephanie’s pussy. I need no second asking, and as soon as my sweetheart’s beautiful orchid-flower opening comes within reach of my tongue, I thrust it between her little pussy-lips and suck greedily on her wet pink slit. As my tongue lathers round in her cunt, Steph gives a lovely high-pitched gasping moan … and then another louder one, as you reach over my back to jerk down the soft cotton cups of her training bra, exposing her buds.

‘Oh, Christ!’ groans Stephanie, as you take hold of her nipples and tug them forwards, rubbing and twisting her pert little breasts. Your stimulus makes her spread her legs wider for me, and once again what the two of us are doing to her body takes Steph to a climax. She gives a cute series of little sobbing yelps as she comes, and her pussy-juice flows onto my face and tongue.

‘Good girl, Stephanie’, you say approvingly, letting go of her tits, and you tell her to stay where she is and for me to carry on eating her out. Steph looks so lovely to me – all she has on is her small training bra, pulled down at the front to expose her chest, and her white socks and black shoes. I love her slim girlish body so much, and being in this position with her, whilst you look on, is just an amazing thrill, it’s getting me so high!

You walk round to the back of your desk and unlock the bottom drawer on the right-hand side. From this you produce something that has us two young girls give a squeal of amazement and appreciation – we know what it is, of course, but never before have we actually seen one! You must have been expecting an opportunity like this to happen soon, in order to have this ready in your desk: it is a strap-on plastic cock, a big long dildo for lesbo girl-fucking. You are standing next to Stephanie now, which gives me a good look at what you do next. For a moment, you lay the strap-on down on your nearby chair and take Steph’s buttocks in you hands, and you really grope and squeeze them – it excites her tremendously and opens her cunt even more for me, and I get my tongue deeper into her slit than I ever have before. Yet again, having her body taken by her stunningly sexy teacher and her girl-lover sends her over the top, and her slender frame is wracked with the shivers of another orgasm. You smile, pat her on the ass, and say ‘good girl – third time lucky’.

Now you unzip your elegant pencil skirt, slipping it off and folding it neatly over the back of the chair. I think you do this so gracefully, watching you undress makes my heart swell up in my chest, I feel such admiration for you, such longing to be your plaything, your pussy-girl. You follow this by slipping your tiny thong panties down your legs, and now I can see your cunt for the first time – the mound is quite prominent, and you keep yourself close-shaved so I can clearly see your cleft. However, it disappears from view the next second, as you buckle the dildo’s harness into place around your crotch and waist.

You are statuesque, like a Greek goddess – are you lovely Sappho, reincarnated? Your trim body is a contrast, naked above the waist, your firm jutting tits in full view, whilst below the harness of the dildo your shapely legs are encased in your black boots and the black hold-up stockings that come nearly to the top of your thighs. You are so assured, so in command – I love your authority, your calm certainty … I think you have fucked quite a few lezzie girls this way, perhaps on this very desk, haven’t you?

I am hyper-excited, but also a little alarmed about how big that plastic rod seems to be: the most that has gone up my girlish hole before this is Steph’s fingers, two of them when (only three months ago) we deliberately broke each other’s hymens and lost our virginity together. This looks so much bigger and wider, and I know for sure where you are going to put it – this is why you put me face down and butt outwards on your desk, isn’t it?

I’m not mistaken: with the fake cock firmly fixed in place, you walk out of my view and back round to the other side of your desk, where my ass is available. Before you put it into me, you fondle and probe my pussy for a moment or two with your fingers – this loosens me up, gets some juices flowing again, makes my nerve-ends in that area tingle with excitement and arousal.

‘Aaaaaaaahh!’ I moan, as you press forwards and the head of the dildo pushes between my labia and into my hole, which somehow stretches enough to accommodate this monster intrusion. I am high on the thrill of getting my first lesbian dildo-fucking, when I am only sixteen years old!

You pause for a second, not sure if my noise is pleasure or possibly pain, in which case you will not force it in any more. But the last thing in the world that I want is for this amazing event to stop, so I hasten to reassure you.

‘Oh, Miss! – please, do it again, do me more!’ I am begging you; ‘oh, yes! fuck me, Miss, please! give me that thing – fuck me with it, fuck it up me right now!’

You smile, reassured by my eager appetite for any lesbian experiences, and you push the dildo in even further. Oh, sweet fucking heaven, that feels so amazing – I’ve never before felt like my cunt was completely full, stretched to the limit, and like I am just a sex-hole on the end of a huge plastic spear. You begin to fuck me properly – I feel your cool hands take their grip on either side of my hips, just below where my uniform skirt is still rucked up around my middle.

I hear you grunt in satisfaction each time you thrust the dildo all the way home; when you do that, as each stroke ends I can feel your pelvis press against my buttocks, and your warm flesh touches mine. You are splitting me open, and I am just gagging for it – I want you to be harder, rougher, more forceful with me!

You lean forwards over me, and I can feel the weight of your breasts resting for a moment on my bare back – your nipples are really hard, and they press strangely onto my skin, rasping a little roughly, almost like sandpaper. You grasp my shoulders, pulling my front more upright; my face comes away from Stephanie’s cunt, and she gives a noise of protest at the removal of this pleasurable manipulation. However, at once you offer her a substitute – you tell Steph to reach for my prominent breasts, which are jiggling wildly up and down each time you ram that plastic spear deep into me. Stephanie just loves my breasts – I mean, she likes my pussy too, but there’s no doubt that it’s my bust that excites her the most – and she is more than glad to do what you ask. She seizes one breast in each hand, kneading and fondling them, and bending down to suck on the nipples whilst she does so.

Oh, dear sweet Sappho, patron goddess of all lesbos! – thank you, thank you!! I am in heaven, in bliss – the sensations coming from where my sweet girlie is squeezing and licking my tits merge with the unbelievable pounding you are giving my pussy, your dildo’s ridges rasping along my cunny’s walls as you slide it in and out. I can’t believe my hole could get this wide, but I’m gaping open, dripping with juices, and you are ramming that plastic phallus right into me, firm and hard. I am getting well and truly fucked, and making noises like a cornered piglet – not inappropriate, as I’m a pig for any form of girl/girl intimacy. Oooh! ee-eeek!! – now I’m losing control, as your strap-on shafting gets even faster and deeper. I can sense that you are excited too, you are making louder, harsher grunts as the dildo smacks home – and that adds to my own stimulation.

‘Oh! Miss!! Yes – yes! – oh, more, please, yes!’ I gasp, when I can draw breaths, ‘Miss – ooooh, I’m gonna cum, gonna cum soon! Aaahh! ooogggh!’ And then you shift your grip from holding my shoulders, and one hand grasps my pony-tail and pulls my head up and back even more, arching my spine, and incidentally giving Stephanie an even better angle for devouring my tits. With your other hand, you give me several smacks on the rump – they send an extra charge of arousal through me and … ohmigod! Yes – yes, I’m coming, I’M COMING, MISS! – I’M COMING!!

My eyes are tight-closed, my mouth hanging open like an idiot, and my body quakes from head to toe – my heart is racing, my stomach is full of butterflies, and my hips judder as I have by far the biggest orgasm of my life so far, it almost makes me pass out with its explosive intensity. I give a long sighing moan, and you and Steph release my head and chest so that I can collapse softly onto the desk top.

You allow me a few seconds to recover my breath, and then you instruct me to roll over onto my back. As soon as I have done so, you begin to lick around my pussy like a mother cat cleaning one of her kittens. I look down over my stomach, and I get a tremendous charge from seeing your neatly-clipped dark hair bobbing up and down over my pussy, as you lap all around it. My cunt is so sensitised that this makes me come again – I am already so high, so finely-tuned from the previous orgasm. that it comes on me quickly, smoothly, easily, but it still makes my hips shudder in release, which you see and appreciate, licking up my warm sticky cum-juice.

You tell me to get up from the desk because now it is Stephanie’s turn to be fucked. She is told to lie down on the desk, but on her back and in a slightly different position to mine – her ass is on the desk, whilst her head hangs off at the other side, near to me. Still wearing the huge strap-on, you drop to your knees and starting munching on my lover-girl’s cunt-hole. Steph responds at once, gasping and sighing with pleasure, her eyes fixed on mine and telegraphing her amazement at our good fortune. So, it’s no surprise to me that when you stand up, stroking the long plastic dildo suggestively, and ask her if she wants it all the way, you get a very definite assent – in fact, she is begging you to take her.

Standing between Stephanie’s legs, you take a grip around her ankles and hoist them up into the air, so she is like a wide-open V shape. You rest her ankles against your shoulders, and this positions my babe’s tight pussy-hole right where you want it – flat on the desk, at just the right height for your long plastic cock to shaft straight in. I can see this, from my angle I can see the length and weight of it, and I can watch it go home as you sink it into her pussy. Breathlessly, I am watching you – my hot sexy teacher – fuck the daylights out of my girlfriend, and it is turning me on so much, I am getting hot and wet flushes down below all over again.

You are very aroused as you stand between Stephanie’s upthrust and parted legs, enjoying the pleasurable moment of anticipation just before you shaft the cunt of the second pretty teenage schoolgirl of the day. You feel a hot surge of desire, but temper it so as not to be too rough – you ease the tip of the plastic cock into the girl with a steady pressure and a careful, corkscrew kind of motion. This one’s pussy is tighter than the other one, and the expression on her face slightly more pained, so you take it in slow smooth pushes, and are rewarded by a flow of her juices lubricating the passage of the dildo – as a result, the last four inches slide home much more easily than the first four did. Once it has gone all the way, you begin smoothly to pump it in and out – the girl is looking up at you, wide-eyed and with a slightly dazed expression, and she is starting to give those soft sweet gasps that are the first steps on the road to a climax. You increase the tempo again, and Stephanie begins to pant for breath, closing her eyes for a second and giving a delicious little whimper every time you ram the dildo in for its full length.

Now you instruct me on how to join in – I am more or less to replicate Stephanie’s role when I was the chick on the desk, but with a refinement. Steph’s head is hanging off the edge of the desk already, and so it is easy for me to stand with my legs straddling above it, reach down and cup my hands behind her head to give support, and raise her lips to my parted labia. She fastens on eagerly, her tongue delving into familiar territory, and she wraps her arms around my hips. I find that I no longer need to hold her head up, which is a good thing as you have other uses for my hands. Facing me only inches away, you tell me to reach forwards and massage your breasts, so giving you erotic stimulation in both of the main erogenous zones. Your breasts feel wonderful, firm but also soft and so perfectly rounded. Your aureoles are quite large and prominent, your nipples pink with excitement – I am fascinated to touch them, as they jiggle jauntily with each thrusts of your hips, shafting the dildo into Stephanie.

She is now breathing in great gulps, her eyes tightly-closed and sweat beading her forehead. You know she is very near to climax, but you decide to prolong it and so you slow the tempo – an action that produces a frustrated wail from my cute schoolgirl lover. Then, when she least expects it, you shift into top gear, slapping it in and out her pussy in short, fast, almost stabbing, thrusts. Stephanie’s eyes fly wide open and she stares up at you, transported in her arousal – and then her body suddenly goes completely rigid, like a board. Her back arches up off the desk, her legs flop even wider apart, her hips judder and she gives a series of nasal grunts. She has come – and, just like me, with a duration and intensity that she has never experienced before.

You let her lie there for a few moments, absorbing the heady backwash of her climax, before you carefully withdraw the strap-on from Stephanie’s cunt and take it off. Whilst she remains sprawled half-dazed on the desk, you come round to where I am and you take my place – you swing a leg over to the other side of Steph’s head, and lower your large mature pussy onto her receptive lips. I am not to be left out – you draw me close for a fond hug, and then you grope my breasts – you like them very much as well, their full roundedness looks so sexy on the body of a girl who is only sixteen.

As Steph eats out your vagina from underneath, you press on my shoulders to indicate that I should drop to my knees in front of you. I am not quite sure what you have in mind, but then I understand as you grip my pony-tail again, using it like the lead on a dog to pull my head forwards to your cunt. With two fingers of your other hand, you spread your clitoral hood open, offering me the sweet nub of your clitoris which is protected there, and you tell me to lick and rub it. You have a wonderful smell, spicy, a little like cloves and cinnamon, maybe? Of course, I realise that you have probably put some perfume on down here – what a good idea, I’ll do that for Steph next time. I angle my head so as not to bump against Stephanie’s or get in each other’s way, and I begin to give little flicks of my tongue to your clitoris. Now you have two pretty young teenagers lapping their eager little tongues into your pussy at the same time – what more could a woman want?

Your head goes back, and you gasp with pleasure, as your two eager little beavers suck and lick on your beaver. I know what I want, and, without for a second removing my face from your clit, I reach up with both hands to grasp your firm breasts, so entrancingly silhouetted against the ceiling above me, and I squeeze them and pull on your big prominent tits. I am thrilled to be rewarded with a moan of pleasure, and then you give a harsh cry as this attention to your breasts adds to the effects of our two hot little girl-tongues squirming in and around your pussy, and you come – a long, shaking, adult orgasm, as your thighs tremble against my face, and your grasp on my pony-tail goes rigid, pressing my face right into your soft wet pussy, the nub of your clit firmly between my lips. You give a deep groan of pleasure and release as you come, and your climax leaves you panting and short of breath.

After a moment, you release my hair, and I give your clit a farewell kiss before pulling away. I rock back onto my haunches – my legs spread wide open, my cunt on full view – and I look up at you, lost in admiration and full of gratitude. You ease your vagina off Stephanie’s sweaty and juice-streaked face, and I can see that her eyes are shining with pleasure and excitement too.

There is a box of tissues in your top desk-drawer, and you gently wipe Steph’s face with one of these, and then with another you dry the sweat on her brow and neck. You hand a couple more to me with the intimate smile of a lover, and I wipe my face and my breasts, being careful around my nipples because they are so swollen and tender from all our fun and games. You kneel down and slip my panties back over my ankles, pulling them up to my hips and then snugly in place, like a squire dressing a knight in armour. It is as thrilling to be dressed by you as it was to be undressed by you, and either you sense this or you like dressing us – perhaps we are like your dolls, as we are definitely your playthings now. You put all our clothes back on for us, first my underwear, cupping my round breasts as you pop them back into my bra cups, then Steph’s, then my shirt and grey uniform skirt, and then the same for Stephanie. We tie our own ties, and with a comb that you lend us we brush our hair, so that it no longer has that just-been-fucked dishevelled appearance. We now look quite respectable and normal teenage schoolgirls – well, we are a bit flushed and bright-eyed, but at our age that could be over anything or anyone, maybe some singer or film star, anyway no one could tell that we have just had our first dildo fucking from a mature woman!

You are getting dressed now too, and I watch with pleasure as you clip your bra together at the back – the motion has a lovely effect of thrusting your breasts right out – and then you scoop up each tit, and slip it back into its bra cup. Your neat white pintuck shirt is next, and then your smart pencil skirt, snug and tight-fitting over your hips, tapering to your knees and just overlapping the top of your boots. You run the comb through your neatly-clipped dark curls, and all three of us smile together – part of the secret sisterhood of lesbians, we are now friends and lovers, although of course no one else must ever suspect a thing. You give each of us a tender kiss on the lips, and tell us to be ready tomorrow – twenty minutes after school gets out, you will pick us up in your car at the corner of Linden Road and Parkdale Avenue, and take us to your house in the suburbs – promising us that ‘I’ll give you both a real good, hard, long fucking!’ Mmmm – we can’t wait!!

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To discover information, Sven baits a trap to attract a Pixie’s attention.

Book One: Rogue’s Sultry Harem

Part Fourteen: Baiting the Trap

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

Note: Thanks to B0b and WRC 264 for beta reading this.

Chapter Forty: Baiting the Trap

Aingeal – Faerie

I shivered as I stepped out of the mushroom ring into home. Faerie. It had been twenty-three years since I set foot here. Twenty-three years since everything went wrong. I took a deep breath, smelling the spicy freshness of the air, a scent found no where but here. Around me rose tall pine trees with silvery bark, their needles shimmering with a golden hue as the trees swayed in a gentle breeze. A riot of colorful flowers ringed the base of the trees, adding their own nectar to the air, helping form that scent of home.

My butterfly wings fluttered as my naked toes curled into the soft loam. Tears burned in my eyes. It was wonderful to be back.

Spirits danced through the air. The small balls of light—red, blue, green, purple, yellow, and orange—darted or drifted around me. They were everywhere. In the mortal world, they hid in objects, only appearing when I needed them. But not here in Faerie. They came from here. With them, my ancestors had created this world for us to live in.

A ball of red light, a conjuration spirit, surged up to me, brushing my lips in welcome. A tingle of energy raced through me. I shuddered, my hairless pussy clenching, juices dripping down my thighs from the sudden surge of excitement.

“Wow,” Zanyia purred behind me. “It’s so pretty here. Look at all the flowers.”

“They’re beautiful,” gushed Nathalie, the young girl falling to her knees before a patch of colorful primroses. She breathed them in then plucked one, entwining the stem into one of her pigtails.

“Yes, they are,” Kora said. “It’s like Rithi painted her brush here, creating something spectacular.”

I nodded my head. The Goddess of Art had no hand in this world’s creation, but she would appreciate it.

“It’s nice,” my human husband said. He stared at me. “You miss it?”

“I do,” I said, lifting my chin to the sky. It was always twilight here, the stars twinkling over head. Three different moons were in the sky, violet, orange, and blue. They were all full tonight. That could change. Their phases weren’t consistent like the moon in the mortal world. The yellow moon was missing, and I spotted a sliver of the green moon to the east. “It’s wonderful to be home, even if it’s only for a little while.”

Sven cupped my face, turning me to look at him. He had compassion in his blue eyes. His thumb swept across my cheek, brushing away a tear I hadn’t realized I shed. I felt them now, building in my eyes. Twenty-three years away. Cernere’s black cunt, it had been so long. I felt so whole here. The emptiness that had gnawed at me filled for a few moments.

But I couldn’t stay. I was banished by Queen Sidhe herself. I shouldn’t even be here. If I was caught, it would be bad. Execution bad. But I had a chance to pay that bastard Duke Gallchobhar back. I ached to hurt him for what he did to my family. To my father.

“I lost my home, too,” Sven said. “It was stolen from me and my sister.”

“That’s why you want to stop Prince Meinard,” I said, staring into his eyes, seeing the pain he tried to hide. “I can understand that.” I took a deep breath. I wanted to be happy and cheerful. I hated being morose, but the pain was so great here.

“How did Duke Gallchobhar drive you from your home?” my husband asked.

The pain deepened. I pulled away, saying, “He tricked me.” I took a deep breath, wings fluttering with more agitation. “We don’t have time for this. We need to get some pegasi so we can travel with speed to the duke’s lands.”

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Zanyia

“How do we do that, Mistress Aingeal?” I asked, my tail swishing. My nose twitched, breathing in so many new smells. Wonderful smells. Every inhalation brought me new beauty to enjoy. My entire body tingled from the excitement of the scents. I crouched low, flowers brushing my legs, each one with a different perfume to savor.

The sadness faded from Aingeal replaced by a naughty smile. Her purple eyes twinkled as her big boobs jiggled, her gold nipples rings glinting. Like me, she went naked. She didn’t hide her body like the humans insisted on doing. They were such big breasts. The type I wanted to play with. To rub my cheeks against while purring happily, my ear twitching and my tail swishing.

“Well, we need to attract the stallion of the herd,” Aingeal said to me. “So that means we need pussy juices. Lots and lots of pussy juices.”

I shoved my hand between my naked thighs, stroking through my tawny bush to rub my hot pussy lips. My cream coated my fingers. I held them up glistening and yowled, “I have plenty of those.” I glanced at Nathalie, primroses decorating both her blonde pigtails now. “Right?”

Nathalie pulled up her skirt revealing her downy bush covered in her dew. “I have a wet pussy, Master.”

Aingeal gave a wicked giggle. Her butterfly wings flapped, lifting the faerie into the air. Her big boobs jiggled as she whirled around to face Sven. “We need to spread pussy juices on clover. Pegasi love to munch on clover, and they love pussy juices.”

“Who doesn’t love pussy juices?” Sven grinned, that roguish smirk that made him so handsome and dashing making me shiver. “Eh, sister dear?”

“You would know, brother mine,” Kora said with a fond smile. “You love to lick up mine.”

My tail swished faster. It was so exciting watching Master lick out his sister’s pussy and revel in incestuous passion. It made my cream drip down my thighs. It almost felt like a waste as my juices trickled out of me.

But I could always make more.

“There’s a clearing…” Aingeal turned in the air, peering at the woods. She pointed. “That way.”

Sven led the way, Aingeal hovering at his side. She could stay in the air with such ease, her wings hardly flapping at all. It was almost like they weren’t really needed for her to fly. I padded along beside Kora, Nathalie on the other side, the young girl humming in excitement. More juices trickled down my thighs as I walked, my pussy growing hotter and hotter.

Kora glanced down then swiped a finger up my inner thigh. I shuddered, my tail going stiff for a moment while I yowled in delight. Then she brought her finger to mouth, tasting my sweet cream. She smiled. “You’re excited.”

“Aren’t you, Mistress?” I asked, giving her an arched look. “I bet you got a pussy dripping juices down your thighs beneath your robe.”

“Maybe,” she said with a naughty smile. “I’ve always wanted to ride a pegasus. Though I didn’t think I’d have to masturbate to do it.”

“Isn’t Faerie so much fun?” Aingeal asked from ahead. She was flying backwards now, cupping her big breasts, her thighs as dewy as mine. “Oooh, I love being here.”

Cú Mheá, her feyhound, bounded at her side. My little pussy clenched. I wouldn’t mind enjoying the beast made of woody vines entwined together, almost like a wicker basket, formed in the shape of a wolfhound. He had a leafy tongue and acorns for eyes, his stiff tail swishing back and forth. He moved like a dog, right now looking friendly and happy as we walked. He had a nice cock, carved of wood, and capable of firing a sap-like cum. Watching Aingeal fuck him last night had excited both Master and me. But Kora hadn’t been so thrilled by it. She’d darted away into the tent like it disgusted her.

The silvery trees passed us along with more flowers growing around them. Bluebells, primroses, daisies, dandelions, buttercups, lady’s laces, snapdragons, carnations, gardenias, larkspurs, irises, and more grew around us. Flowers I didn’t know the name for grew with strange shapes, one looking almost like a face, others with wide petals or fuzzy centers. They came in every color imaginable. I breathed in deeply, learning new scents.

I loved Faerie.

Then a clearing appeared ahead. I caught a shimmer of color amid the green grass. We stepped out into the twilight. Though the night sky was spread overhead, somehow there was a enough light to see by like it were day. It was so bizarre. Clover covered the field, but instead of having those tiny, white flowers, they came in every hue imaginable. A rainbow of clover.

“Four leaves,” Sven said, plucking one. It had flecks of gold in the leaves that glinted as he twisted it. “These are said to be rare in are world. Is this an entire field of them?”

Aingeal nodded. “We use them as tokens of our promises,” she said. “When we make agreements.”

“You didn’t give me one.” Sven arched an eyebrow. “When you promised to be my wife.”

“No, I gave you myself.” The faerie fluttered her wings. “Isn’t that better?”

“Yes,” he said then tucked the clover behind Aingeal’s ear, the green standing out against her soft-pink hair. His hand stroked her cheeks.

She blushed and trembled, her big boobs swaying in such a hypnotic fashion. I wanted to pull on her nipple rings as I nuzzled into those tits. Ooh, they were so amazing. My pussy itched more and more.

“So we can start masturbating now?” I asked, flexing my toes into the green ground cover. “I’m so horny.”

“Or we can finger each other,” Kora said. “Form a daisy chain.”

“Doesn’t that involving pussy licking,” Sven asked. “And you can’t do that. Zanyia will drink up every drop of cream she can get.”

“I totally would,” I giggled, licking my lips. “But we can finger each other. Make each other squirt.”

Aingeal nodded. Her eyes moved, like she followed something drifting through the air before her. I frowned, not seeing anything. The faerie smiled. “Yep, this is perfect. We’ll spread our juices, and the spirits will make sure a herd smells it and comes.”

“Spirits?” Sven frowned, asking the question I wanted to.

“It’s how my magic works,” Aingeal said. “It’s really spirits that do it. They just love us faerie so much they’ll do anything we think about if they can.”

“Those are what witches control, right?” Kora said.

“Yes. They use rituals to force the spirits to obey them.” Aingeal’s wings fluttered. “Well, those twinborn witches of the Tuathan have feyblood in them, so the spirits love them, too. Shall we?”

“Yes,” Sven said, rubbing at his leather pants, his cock bulging.

“Now don’t spurt any cum,” Aingeal warned. “The stallion won’t like that. His mare’s would, but they follow him not the other way around.”

“I can control myself.”

“Such a sacrifice, dear brother,” Kora said, a smile on her lips. Then she slid her hand up Aingeal’s thigh, reaching the faerie’s hairless pussy. She rubbed at it, making Aingeal shudder.

Nathalie undid Kora’s robes. The pink cloth fell away revealing Mistress’s shaved pudenda tattooed with her flowering vines. The girl slid her slender fingers across the tattoo then down to rub at Kora’s tight slit. She shuddered, her breasts jiggling free of her robe, round and beautiful.

I scampered up, standing beside Aingeal and Nathalie, the four of us forming a ring of fingering delight. I shoved my hand beneath Nathalie’s brown skirt, finding her soft down then her wet pussy. The eighteen-year-old sucked in her breath. Her blue eyes widened, flower-entwined pigtails swaying as she moaned. Then I purred, Aingeal’s fingers stroking my pussy lips, completing the circle.

My eyes flicked around at the other three women of Master’s harem. Aingeal’s boobs jiggled as Mistress shoved her fingers deep into the faerie’s snatch. Wings fluttering behind her, Aingeal grinned at me, her digits sliding up and down my slit until she found my clit.

And massaged it.

“Ooh, I like that,” I purred. “Mistress Aingeal, you have such a deft touch.”

“So do you,” whimpered Nathalie, her finger growing juicier and juicier as I stroked up and down her tight slit.

“Mmm, that’s it,” Kora purred, her blue eyes squeezing shut. She bit her lip, Nathalie’s fingers digging through Kora’s pussy folds.

I breathed in, the scent of our four pussies filling the air. Nathalie had a sweet musk, similar to my own, while Aingeal’s cream smelled like honey. I licked my lips, savoring the tangy delight Kora’s snatch added to our feminine bouquet.

Juices dripped down my fingers as I stroked Nathalie’s twat. Her clit peeked out of its sheath, a little hard nub I found, massaged. I stroked it in fast circles, making her whimper and gasp. Her small breasts jiggled in her dress. Her free hand yanked at the ties of her bodice.

She freed those small cones.

My free hand reached and slid up Aingeal’s body. Her fingers rubbed harder at my clit as I walked my digits up to her big boobs. I reached her right one, the one closest to me. I dragged my finger up her mound, circling it. Her fat nipples swayed, piercings flashing in the light.

“Mmm, Mistress Aingeal, you have such wonderful boobs,” I purred.

“Ava’s jealous of them,” Kora said.

“But she has those small, cute breasts,” I purred. “Like me and Nathalie. Master clearly likes tiny boobs.”

“I like all boobs,” Master called, his voice strained with arousal.

I threw a look over my shoulder, my tail swishing. It was hard not to giggle at him, his face flushed, his hands rubbing at his leather pants. He needed satisfaction so badly from watching his four women fingering each other, juices trickling down our thighs, our moans filling the air.

And he couldn’t. I would have to make him cum so hard later.

My fingers reached Aingeal’s wide areola, stroking across it as I spiraled my digit to her nipple. I brushed the piercing, shifting it. She shuddered, sucking in a deep breath. Her fingers rubbed harder at my clit, sending waves of pleasure through my body.

My ears twitched more. I purred louder and louder as her dancing fingers built the pressure in me. My digits playing with Nathalie’s snatch rubbed harder. Then they jabbed into her. The young girl gasped as I sank into her hot, tight, wet depths.

“Zanyia,” she whimpered, plunging her fingers faster and faster into Kora’s dripping snatch. “Oh, Zanyia, yes. You’re going to make me cum.”

“That’s the point,” Aingeal said, her thumb taking over rubbing on my clit while her fingers slid through my folds to the entrance of my pussy.

I yowled, rising on my tiptoes as she jammed her digits into my depths. My cunt clenched down on her two fingers, loving the feel of them in me. She pumped them in and out. Pleasure rippled through me, my orgasm swelling faster and faster. I tugged on her nipple ring, twisting it, making her wings flutter.

All four of us were panting. The air filled with the wet squelch of fingers plunging into hot cunt. Nathalie trembled, her snatch squeezing down on my fingers over and over. Her small breasts barely jiggled because they were so firm. The opposite of Aingeal’s soft, rippling mounds. The slightest tremble had the faerie’s tits heaving.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I yowled, my purr rumbling out of my throat. “Ooh, that’s so good. I’m going to cum so hard on your fingers, Mistress Aingeal!”

“Good, you little catgirl slut,” purred the faerie. “I want to feel that hot cream spurt over my hands. Just squirting out of you.”

“It will,” I gasped, her fingers wiggling inside of me, teasing my cunt. My snatch clenched down on her digits, my body quivering. My tail swished faster and faster as my orgasm built and built in me.

“Zanyia!” Nathalie whined, her blue eyes wide. Her pussy clamped down hard on my plunging fingers. “I’m going to cum!”

“You better gush, slut,” Kora moaned. “Mmm, and you better make me, too. I’m so close.”

“I will, Mistress Kora!” Nathalie panted, her body trembling again. Her braided pigtails bounced around her shoulders as her pussy grew so hot about my fingers. “I’m about to… Yes!”

Hot cunt spasmed about my fingers. I savored the girl’s twat convulsing about my digits, sucking at my fingers. Juices squirted out of her, splashing about my hand and splattering the clover at her feet. Her sweet musk filled my nose, stronger than the others.

I licked my lips, trembling, my ears twitching with excitement. My yowls rose as Aingeal’s thumb pressed harder on my clit. I trembled, my ears pricking. My cunt tightened on her fingers, increasing the friction, building my orgasms.

“Rithi’s keen eye and steady hand!” moaned Kora, her body arching. “Yes, yes, yes!”

Then her juices gushed out of her cunt around Nathalie’s fingers. The girl whimpered in delight as she kept cumming, her cream still flowing. I heard the pride in her moans. She made our mistress cum so hard.

Then Aingeal’s thumb caressed my clit. Sparks flew. Pleasure detonated in my cunt. My snatch spasmed hard about her fingers. My pussy rippled and convulsed about them. The pleasure shot through me. My entire body swayed.

Cream squirted out of me, running down my thighs and dripping on the clover below me. I shuddered, curling my digits inside Nathalie’s convulsing snatch. I rub at her special spot, making her buck, keeping her cumming.

“Kora!” groaned Aingeal. Then her honey musk filled my nose. Her juices poured out of her convulsing snatch.

All four of us moaned and gasped and cried out in pleasure. We kept fingering wet pussies, cream flooding out of us. Our juices dribbled onto the clover, splattering the four leaves and the tiny flowers. Our bodies quivered, all our breasts heaving.

“Damn,” Sven groaned behind us.

“That’s it!” Aingeal moaned. And then suddenly our pussy juices splattered on the clover glowed purple. I whispered, tail swishing back and forth, as the rapture burned through my mind. “They’re coming!”

“So are we!” I yowled in rapture, my pussy spasming so hard on Aingeal’s fingers.

Chapter Forty-One: Soaring Over Beauty

Kora Falk

I shuddered, the four of us breaking apart as our orgasm died. I shoved my fingers into my mouth, sucking off Aingeal’s honey. It tasted so amazing in my mouth as we stumbled towards Sven. He had such a bulge in his pants. I wanted to suck it. I wanted to give him pleasure, too.

“Brother mine,” I moaned, leaning against him. “Ooh, did you like watching that?”

“So much,” he groaned, Zanyia kneeling on the other side, rubbing her cheek into his bulge as she purred. “Your women are so hot, sister dear.”

I smiled at my brother. My pussy was dripping do to something forbidden with him. Something naughty. I rubbed my dripping snatch against his leather pants. My clit throbbing as it slid up the smooth material.

“No cum,” Aingeal said. “I’m sorry, my husband, but you’ll just have to suffer for a while.” Then she grinned. “But don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”

I stared at Aingeal, wanting so badly to trust her. Her pain was so real. She had a reason that kept her away. And what if betraying us would get her back? Would being Sven’s wife really protect us if she had ill intention?

Her feyhound lapped at her thighs, his leafy tongue gathering her cream. A heat flushed through my pussy as I stared at the artificial dog. It wasn’t a real beast. But…it looked so much like one.

I hated how excited it made me watching Aingeal with him last night.

“Look!” Nathalie gasped. Then she squealed in delight.

I threw my gaze to the night sky and saw the pegasi as clear as day. They were all white, their wings pure snow. They descended to the field, one at the front, the herd of a half-a-dozen or so following. My breath caught as they soared downward, all the majesty of a horse combined with the gliding beauty of an eagle.

The stallion touched down, neighing as he approached the clovers glowing purple, stained with our pussy juices. He breathed in, sniffing at the flowers. Then he munched on the clover, eating our pussy juices in the process.

“We got him,” Aingeal said as something tingled through my pussy. Magic surged through the air.

Nathalie gasped, her hands rubbing her dress into her crotch while Zanyia sprang upright, her small tits bouncing. She let out a whimper of lust. She must feel it, too. That same tingle as the stallion munched on our cream.

“Your magic has enchanted him?” I asked, glancing at Aingeal.

“And where the stallion leads, his mares will follow,” the faerie answered.

“So he’s like Master,” Zanyia grinned.

“I’ll be your mare, Master,” Nathalie grinned, her hands rubbing at her belly. “You’d make such a sexy stallion.”

“Yeah, you would, brother mine,” I said, my pussy clenching.

“Mmm, my sexy fillies,” Sven said, his arm going around me, pulling me tighter against his thigh. My pussy tingled hotter. “I like that.”

“Your own herd of sexy women, Master,” Zanyia breathed. “Your own harem. We need to get you more women. That stallion has a couple more than you.”

I found myself nodding. When did I find it so acceptable to share a man with a bunch of women? Maybe because that man was my brother and I could never have him to myself to begin with. Law and custom forbade our incestuous relationship.

“Let’s get going,” Sven said. “If I can’t cum, I want to limit how long I have these blue balls.”

“Sorry, Master,” Zanyia said. “We’ll take care of you.”

“Yes, we will,” Aingeal promised as she drifted towards the stallion. “Mount him, my husband, and the mares will let us ride them.”

Sven threw himself up onto the stallion with ease. He sat astride the pegasus like he’d ridden bareback so many times. He stroked the mane, the wings unfurling as the stallion neighed and pawed at the clover.

The mares didn’t resist as we approached them. They let us climb up. Nathalie did it with surprising skill, and Zanyia had her lamia grace. Aingeal cheated, just flying up into the air and settling herself down on her pegasus’s back. Then her feyhound jumped up behind her, his forelegs holding her. The entwined branches that made up his body shifted, turning longer, wrapping about Aingeal’s waist. I scrambled up last, having a few false starts before I threw my legs over and settled on the mare’s back.

Sven leaned low and heeled his pegasus. With a mighty flap of the wings, he took off, Sven laughing in delight. Then the mares neighed and followed. I gasped as my mount leaped into the sky, her wings beating.

The air rushed past my face, cool and refreshing. The forest fell away, a sea of pine trees stretching to the horizon, each a different height, swaying in the breeze. Aingeal pointed and Sven turned the stallion.

The herd followed.

I couldn’t help but stare down at the ground below. We flew fast over Faerie, the forest giving way to grassy fields crossed by rivers. Those undulating waterways shimmered like rainbows in the light, each with its own faint glow illuminating the plants around it. Vast formations of rocks thrust out of the ground, boulders veined with gold and silver and platinum. Gems encrusted other stones, somehow already polished and cut even though they’d never been mined.

It was so much wealth.

We kept flying, the moons drifting overhead. Each a different color and shape, a different face made of darker and lighter patches. A yellow one peeked over the horizon, rising half-full as we journeyed northeast.

Aingeal’s pegasus flew beside mine. I kept glancing at her, big breasts swaying as she smiled, staring down at her home. Cú Mheá panted like any dog behind her, his head looking around. He barked and shifted, his tail wagging behind him.

He was so big. And he fucked Aingeal so hard last night.

My pussy grew hotter. I suddenly became aware of the pegasus moving beneath me. The bunching of muscles as she flapped her wings. I squirmed, my snatch drinking in the sensations, tingling heat racing through me.

Why did Cú Mheá make me so excited? I never felt that way around a real dog. But seeing the vigorous way he fucked his mistress last night ignited something in me. And he wasn’t real. He was a construct. Almost like a dildo.

I never felt weird about using a dildo before, so why did he make me feel that way?

My pussy tingled as we kept flying. I never quite orgasmed, but I would come close somethings. I’d squirm more and more as we flew across the magical landscape. I’d bit my lip, my cunt on fire, aching for that orgasm.

Though we flew for most of the day, sunrise never came. The moons drifted across the sky, setting while new ones in new hues arose. A pale-blue moon and a deep purple, almost black, shone over us as Aingeal pointed to the ground at a group of strange stones thrust out of it on the edge of another silvery forest.

Sven guided the stallion down, the heard following. I gasped as my mare flared her wings. My pussy pressed hard into her back, my clit throbbing. And then she touched down as gentle as a leaf, shaking her mane and snorting.

“That was amazing!” Zanyia exclaimed. She launched herself off her pegasus, landing by a group of bluebells. “I can’t believe I’m not sore. Riding a horse that long makes me sore.”

I blinked as I sipped off my hair. I was only horny. But she was right. I should have aching thighs and ass after a day spent riding. No matter how many days I’ve done it, it still tired you. But I still felt refreshed.

“Welcome to Faerie,” grinned Aingeal. “Things work differently here. We set the rules, so fatigue is something we don’t deal with here.”

“That is fascinating,” I said. I’d learned about Faerie while studying at the Temple of Rithi back in Az.

“So do you sleep here?” Nathalie asked.

“Only to dream.” Aingeal’s wings fluttered. She took a deep breath. “We are at the edge of Duke Gallchobhar’s land.” She pointed at the forest. “That marks the start of it.”

“So let’s go,” Sven said.

“We need information, my husband.” Aingeal gave him an arched look. “So you need to fuck a flower.”

Chapter Forty-Two: Silky Petals

Sven Falk

“I really have to fuck this flower?” I asked, staring down at the sparkling bluebell flower before me. It had a large enough petal that I could slip my thick cock through.

“Well, it’ll be more of a blowjob,” Aingeal said. “But you’ll love it. I promised you satisfaction, didn’t I?”

“You did,” I said to my faerie-wife. I pressed the tip of my dick against the silky petals of the flower.

It moved, the petals sucking the crown of my cock into their depths. My eyes widened as something damp rubbed at the tip. The petals moved, the flower sucking at my dick like a bellows pump. I groaned, the pleasure rushing through me.

“Pater’s cock,” I groaned, the pleasure feeling incredible.

I’d been hard all day. The sight of my four women masturbating wouldn’t leave my mind. I needed this cum badly. I just didn’t expect it from a flower. But it felt good. Different from a mouth, not as warm, but the silky caress of the petals massaging the sides of my dick and the wet center rubbing on the tip had me trembling. The pressure reached into my balls, full of my cum.

Then hands grabbed my nuts, massaging them. Zanyia and Nathalie leaned in, staring up at me as they each sucked a ball into her warm mouth. I groaned as they sucked. The pleasure rippled through me as they massaged my sensitive nuts with their mouths.

“Mmm, they are just so wanton,” purred Aingeal. “Your little slaves just want to please you.”

“Yes,” I panted, the pleasure my two slaves gave me mixed with the sucking delight of the flower. “Pater’s cock, but they’re incredible.”

Zanyia’s triangular ears, thrusting out of her tawny hair, twitched. She purred as she sucked harder on my left nut. Nathalie’s blue eyes were dewy with passion. Her tongue swirled around my right ball between her sweet sucks.

I groaned, my toes curling in my boots. Such pleasure surged through me. Such satisfaction. My dick ached and throbbed. The pressure built and built at the tip. I ran a hand through my blond hair, sucking in deep breaths.

It felt amazing. Every suck of the flower built the pressure in my balls that my two slaves massaged with their hot lips and sucking mouths. They agitated the cum in my nuts, bringing me closer and closer to blowing my load with every second.

The ache swelled at the tip. A day spent needing to cum, no satisfaction for hours and hours, had my orgasm rising fast. My face contorted as the pressure built. The tension tightened my body as I stood on the cusp of my orgasm.

“Gods, yes!” I groaned, the flower sucking hard one final time.

My balls unloaded.

Euphoria surged through me. I grunted with each blast of cum splattering into the bluebell. The petals worked about my cock, the flower sucking out every drop of cum. My slaves massaged my balls as the jizz rushed out of them, making me groan and gasp.

The powerful blasts reached my mind. I shuddered, holding onto the pleasure for as long as I could. The intense orgasm swept through me. Leaving me groaning and grunting as the final blast of cum fired into the flower.

“Damn, damn, damn,” I panted.

“Good,” Aingeal said. “Now we have to hide. We don’t want to startle the pixie until she gets a taste of cum.”

“Pixie?” I said, a little dazed from my orgasm. “What?”

“That’s what we’re summoning. To get the information.” Aingeal gave me a smile. “My husband, this next part is even better.”

The five us of slipped behind the menhirs nearby. The massive monoliths of rough-cut stones thrusting out of the crown, forming ancient pillars, many connected by a third stone laid horizontally from them, like they were doorways built for giants and just left standing unused, the buildings never constructed around them.

“It won’t be long,” Aingeal purred, pressed against me. “We’ll hear her coming out of the forest.” She smiled. “There she is.”

I frowned, hearing a faint buzzing, the wings of an insect. “Is she a bug?”

“She just has dragonfly wings,” Aingeal said. “She’ll look like a slender woman though she only stands up to your waist.”

“Like a halfling?” I asked.

“But daintier.” Then Aingeal put a finger to her lips as the buzzing grew louder. With it came a happy humming sound, girlish and excited.

The humming of wings swelled, the air vibrating with the pixie’s excitement. She let out a girlish squeal. The sound of her flying stopped. Another chortle of delight. Aingeal gave my hand a squeeze, my cock throbbing before me.

I knew what she wanted.

I sprang out around the menhir, darting from the massive stone. The pixie knelt before the bluebell, nuzzling at it, eating my cum out of the flower. She had a slender back and perky rump. A tight, hairless slit peeked between her thighs. A fully mature pussy despite the how tiny her body was. I caught a profile of small, jiggling breasts.

A woman in miniature with a pair of delicate, translucent wings veined like a dragonfly’s.

I fell to my knees behind her. She squealed in shock as my cock rammed into her pussy. Such tight heat engulfed my snatch, juicy and silky. I shuddered, her tiny body taking me to the hilt. My balls smacked into her clit.

“Oh, yes!” the pixie moaned. “Queen Sidhe’s hungry snatch, what a big cock.” She threw a look over her shoulder, her eyes so big and round, making her appear so cute and vulnerable. “Ooh, yes, fuck me!”

Her pussy writhed about my dick, sucking at it in a way I’d never felt. Her inner flesh rippled, massaging me as she wiggled her hips, sliding her cunt up and down it. My balls tensed, a fresh load of cum building to flood her hot snatch.

She wanted my cum. I could tell. The little thing hungered for it, my jizz staining her lips. She nuzzled back at the flower, licking out my seed as I drew back my hips. And fucked her hard. I pounded her. I slammed my cock into her hot, tight cooch over and over. Her twat massaged my dick, pleasure shooting through me.

“Pater’s cock, yes!” I groaned, reveling in her cunt’s silky delights. “You’re just a little cum slut, aren’t you?”

“Uh-huh,” she said, her voice squeaky. She was so small but felt so womanly. My hands slid up her slender waist to cup her breasts. I squeezed her apple-sized mounds, her nipples two pinpricks against my palms. “Fuck me! Give me that cum! I love it!”

“I will, you little pixie-slut!”

I kept thrusting into her, churning up her snatch. Aingeal fluttered by us, grinning as I plowed the pixie hard. The fey’s rump jiggled every time I buried into her. I shuddered, her back arching, wings buzzing with excitement.

I would dump so much cum in her. I would pump her full of my jizz. My orgasm swelled in me. Like she could sense it, her pussy sucked harder at my cock. It writhed faster, rippling in such an exciting way about my shaft. Massaging it with juicy pussy.

“Stop!” Aingeal shouted. “Stop fucking her, my husband.”

“What?” I gasped.

“No, don’t!” whimpered the pixie.

Aingeal looked at me, her purple eyes speaking volume. And then it clicked in my head. The desperate moans of the pixie, the way her cunt sucked at my dick. I shuddered. With a growl, I ripped my cock out of her snatch, my dick aching, throbbing, begging to be back in her.

But I controlled my lusts. They didn’t own me.

“We need information, pixie-slut,” I panted.

“No, no, give me cum,” she panted, wiggling her hips, her head shaking from side to side, “Now!” She had all the petulance of a bratty child. Her little legs drummed on the ground. “I need it in me!”

“Tell me what I want to know,” I told her, rubbing my cock against her hairless cunt, sliding up and down that mature and skilled pussy. “You’ll get it.”

I wanted to bury in her so badly.

“No! Cum! Give me cum!”

“Then no dick for you,” I said and stood up. “I have four women who will all be happy to have my cum.”

“So happy,” Aingeal said. She knelt down and sucked the tip of my cock into her mouth. I shuddered, my nuts tightening. I was so close to cumming, then feeling Aingeal sucking had me on the edge. Primed to erupt.

“No!” The pixie’s sapphire eyes widened. “No, no, no, don’t take his cum! I want it!”

“Information,” I said as Aingeal sucked with such noisy enthusiasm. “Once I cum in her mouth, my sister’s up next.”

“Mmm, yes,” Kora purred.

“Then my slaves. I’ll jizz all over their faces and watch them lick each other clean.”

“Yay!” squealed Zanyia.

“You want my pussy!” the pixie said. She stared at me. “You never felt better. I won’t let you fuck me if you cum in her mouth.”

“Won’t let me?” I arched an eyebrow, Aingeal’s mouth bringing me closer and closer to erupting. “A little cum-slut like you thinks she can resist my dick?”

“Just flood Aingeal’s mouth, brother mine,” my sister moaned, fingering her twat as she leaned against the menhir. “I’m hungry for my jizz.”

“Yes!” I groaned, my balls tightening.

“No!” gasped the pixie.

I came.

Pleasure surged through me as my jizz pumped into Aingeal’s mouth. My faerie-wife fluttered her butterfly wings as she gulped down my cum. She trembled, purring her delight as blast after blast of my creamy jizz filled her. I fired so much, it overflowed her mouth, dribbling pearly down her chin.

The pixie hissed in frustration while the pleasure bathed my mind. Such delicious pleasure. I shuddered, my hands clenching into fists. The ecstasy shot through me. I soared high for one brief moment of rapture.

Then panted as I came back down to earth.

“So, information?”

The pixie glared at me.

“Mmm, yum, I get a turn, brother mine,” Kora said. She pushed off the menhir, pulling her fingers from her twat, and sauntered over. Her breasts jiggled as she slipped her robe off her body.

“Fine,” huffed the Pixie. She crossed her arms beneath her small breasts, her cheeks puffing in anger. “What do you want to know?”

Aingeal turned towards the pixie. “Duke Gallchobhar is housing human prisoners around something called a lodestone. I want to know where and how it is protected.”

“That’s it?” the pixie asked. “That’s simple.”

“Then you should be able to do it,” the faerie said. “Go and when you return, Sven will pump, that cunt of yours full of jizz.”

The pixie leaned forward, licking up a line of cum off Aingeal’s face. Then her wings buzzed and the pixie soared off into the sky, flying fast towards the forest, leaving a trail of glittering gold dust in her wake.

“Another race birthed by Las’s jizz?” I asked.

Aingeal nodded.

“We all love cum,” giggled Zanyia. “At least, the female ones do. The male ones love pussy.”

My dick throbbed and twitched as I waited for the pixie to come back. I didn’t let my women suck me off. I made a promise. I would uphold it. But it was so hard with them lounging around naked. They kept rubbing their pussies and giving me hungry looks.

Insatiable sirens. I loved them all. Even Aingeal. Seeing the pain in her eyes when we entered here. We were the same. This Duke Gallchobhar hurt her family. Drove her from her home. He would pay just like that bastard Meinard did.

In an hour, the pixie returned, buzzing out of the forest, a streak of falling gold dust, like a shower of stars rushing right at me. She slammed into me. I gasped, her body pushing me back. She straddled me, rubbing her pussy on my dick.

“I have it,” she moaned, sliding that hot cunt up and down my shaft, her small breasts jiggling. “I have it!”

“What?” I gasped, her pussy’s entrance nuzzling at the hard tip of my cock.

“Cum first!” she moaned and then she pressed her pussy down my dick.

I groaned as that amazing snatch engulfed my cock. She quivered on me, her small breasts jiggling. Her eyes widened. Her dragonfly-like wings buzzed into translucent blurs as she shifted her hips. Her small breasts quivered as she worked her slender thighs up and down me.

She looked so small to be impaled on my dick, shaped like a woman, but only half Kora’s height. My dick had to reach so deep into her. I could see it bulging up through her stomach. But she loved it. Her hot cunt sucked at my dick, making me groan and gasp on the ground.

“Enjoy her, brother mine,” whimpered Kora, squirming nearby while Nathalie devoured her pussy.

“Uh-huh, my husband!” groaned Aingeal. She straddled Zanyia’s mouth, the faerie grinding her not snatch on the lamia’s lips.

“I am!” I panted, gripping the pixie’s hips as she worked that amazing cunt up and down my dick.

“You have so much cum!” moaned the pixie. “Yes, yes, yes!”

Her cunt rippled more, sucking harder. My nuts tightened. I couldn’t last long in this embrace. My eyes rolled back into my head. I shuddered, my balls tensing, prepared to flood her body with my jizz. Her small tits bounced over me, jiggling with their firmness.

I moved my hands, cupping them. I pinched her tiny nipples, smaller than my own. She squealed, her snatch squeezing so hard on my dick. Her back arched, her wings humming louder and louder. She slammed that tight cunt down my cock, squeezing it so hard.

The suction increased.

“Gods damn, that’s good!” I groaned.

“Cum in me,” she begged. “Please, please, cum in me! I need it! I want it spurting in me! Oh, yes, just have it flood me!”

“I will, slut!” I snarled, squirming on the ground. “Fuck, this cunt is amazing. Just a little more.”

“Yay!” she gasped.

And came.

“Pater’s massive cock!” I howled at the shock of her pussy spasming about me.

It spasmed and convulsed so fast, a vice that rippled about my dick. The silky pleasure caressed my entire cock. The pressure shot down to my balls. My cum boiled in an instant. My hips thrust upward, bouncing her on my shaft.

I came in her.

Rapture shot to my mind as my jizz boiled into her. I gasped and grunted, stars bursting across my vision. She squealed her rapture as she milked my cock with her tight twat. Her shifted her hips, stirring it around, her cunt drinking in every blast of cum I fired.

“So much yummy jizz!” she panted, rubbing her bulging stomach. “Ooh, yes, that’s wonderful.”

“Now tell us,” I groaned while behind me, Aingeal and Kora were moaning in orgasmic pleasure.

“The lodestone is held at Réimse Seamair,” she said. “A pack of feyhounds patrol it and three treemen guard the humans in the stocks.”

I shuddered in delight, my orgasm burning through my body. We had the source of Prince Meinard’s indestructible army. Once we freed all those people, those thousands of statue soldiers of his would be useless. The first step in destroying him.

“A pack of feyhounds?” groaned Aingeal. “That’s a big problem.”

To be continued…

With the help of Clint and his incestuous harem, the cruel and bullying Carmelita is subdued and Jauna begins to train her older sister to be her slave.

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

Carmelita Campo

Such rage surged through me at my little sister. That fucking dyke-slut thought she could set me up. That she could get that asshole Clint and his skanks to film me, make it look like I was raping my sister instead of putting the little lesbian-whore in her place.

I knew she wanted to lick my pussy. Like all the other lesbians I had humiliated over the years, dominating them, making them eat my cunt. I was just giving them what they wanted. What they craved while also showing them how filthy and disgusting they were for doing it. How they would lick even a straight girl’s pussy if she gave them opportunity.

Even if that pussy belonged to her older sister.

And now Juana, that diseased dyke, thought she could set me up, screaming that I was raping her, pretending she hated licking my snatch when I know she loves it. And having Clint and his whores film me! I would beat the everlasting shit out of the fucking dyke.

The scream of pure rage burst from my throat as I threw myself down at Juana. She lay on the floor, sniveling and cowering, her lips stained with my juicy cream, her left cheek red from my disciplining slap. Little dyke had to learn her place.

I fell on her, straddling her waist. My finger contorted into claws. I would fuck the little whore up and—

A crushing grip seized my throat. I tried to scream but only a gurgling cry broke out as Clint threw me off of my little sister and onto the ground. I hit with a hard smack, coughing and grunting, struggling to think. My brain rattled in my skull. Everything went blurry for a moment.

And then Clint’s foot planted between my breasts. He was naked, his cock bobbing half-hard before him, his body ripped and muscular and so fucking ugly. I glared up at him, my eyes molten daggers.

“Get off of me, maricón!” I snarled. “I’ll fuck you up.”

“How?” Clint asked.

I clawed at his pinning leg, scratching down his naked calf and shin, leading furrows of torn skin, at first white then flushing red. Spots of blood trickled. He pressed harder on my chest. My eyes widened. My ribs crushing.

“How are you going to fuck me up, bitch?”

“My Master has you pinned,” chortled that disgusting, diseased cunt Lee. I couldn’t believe I was ever friends with the fucking whore. “You are so fucked.”

“Yes, you are,” Melody, Lee’s older sister, added. They both were fucking Clint, their cousin. “Oh, this is going to be fun. You said such mean things to Alicia.”

“Such! Mean! Things!” growled Clint.

I grunted as he put more pressure on my chest. I struggled to breathe. I gasped like a fish pulled out of the water. I couldn’t suck in breaths. Not with his foot on my chest. I scratched harder, spots of darkness bursting across my vision.

He was going to kill me.

That faggot bastard!

Then he released me. I coughed, sucking in those wonderful breaths. I couldn’t pull in enough blessed air as I spasmed on the ground. My chest ached. Then Clint’s hand shot down. His grip was iron as he seized my dark hair and hauled me to my knees. I struggled to move my feet, but my jeans and panties were bunched around my ankles.

He held me in his grip as I came face to face with my little sister’s pussy, adorned by her dark bush, matted with her juices. I knew it. The little whore loved licking my snatch. She was so turned on right now, her tangy aroma filling my nose. Her small tits, little more than budding mounds, rose and fell, nipples so hard. She stared down at me and there was a look on her face.

Triumph. Satisfaction. Lust.

“Guess what,” Clint grinned, kneeling down beside me. His cock was growing harder. It brushed my thigh. He grabbed my arms, letting go of my head, and yanked them behind my back, holding them in his strong grip. “We have you on film raping your little sister.”

“The little puta loved it,” I snarled, struggling to break free. Damn, he was strong. “She’s a cunt-muncher. She loves snatch.”

“Didn’t look like it to me,” Melody said, playing with her phone. “I mean, listen.”

From her phone, the sound tinny, I could hear my sister screaming out for our father, crying out that I was raping her. Melody shook her head, causing her sandy-blonde hair, braided tight, to slip off her shoulder.

“That doesn’t sound good,” Clint said.

“Nope,” Lee chortled, bouncing on her heels, making her small breasts jiggle. They were ripe mounds, so firm and succulent, with pink nipples. Her short, black hair swayed about her shoulders, framing her mischievous face. “Sounds like you’re fucked, Carmelita.”

“Fucking puta skank!” I spat at Lee. I would love to have her munch my cunt. But the whore didn’t care if people knew about her. She flashed herself all the time, and thought she could get away with it because her mom taught here.

“Juana,” Clint said, looking at my sister. “Like we said.”

“Oh, what are you going to do?” I demanded, glaring up at Juana. “Gonna try blackmailing me, dyke? I’ll tell Mom and Dad I caught you masturbating to lezzie porn.”

“Who are they going to believe?” she said, her voice sounding firm. “Their baby girl, whose hard drive has been scrubbed clean of any lezzie porn, or you? The bitch that was making me eat her pussy. That was raping me, forcing me to do that disgusting, homosexual activity. Whose ass are they going to disown? How bad will Dad beat you?”

“You loved every second of licking my snatch, you fucking rug-mun—”

Juana slapped me. I blinked, shocked more that she did it than the stinging pain in my cheek. I stared at my sister, her face twisted with anger. Her lips curling. “From now on, dyke, you will only speak when given permission. And when you do, you address me as Mistress!”

“Oh, you think I’m going to be intimidated by my lezzie—”

CRACK!

My head snapped around. My cheek throbbed worse. I blinked, shaking my head. That hurt.

“What did I just tell you, dyke?”

“Stop calling me dyke!” I hissed, glaring up at her. “I don’t care how often you slap me—”
SLAP!

“¡Chingados!” I howled. “Stop doing—”

SMACK!

My head whipped to the left this time, my other cheek throbbing. The pain burned across my cheeks. I blinked, my eyes full of tears. I couldn’t believe this. The fucking little dyke-whore thought she could intimidate me.

“You’re a dyke,” she hissed. “You’re my dyke-slave from now on. Or Mom and Dad will see this footage.”

I glared up at her. I opened my mouth but she raised her hand. I closed it. Fine, let the little dyke think she was in control here. She would pay when I got her alone. She had to gang up on me, get a guy involved.

“That’s good,” Clint said. “You’re learning your place, dyke.”

I squirmed, hating that he was here. I could feel his damned cock on my hip, so hard, rubbing his filthy precum on me. I just set my jaw and ignored him. Oh, my little sister would pay when I had her alone. I would beat her so badly.

I would make her howl for every slap.

“And since you’re a dyke,” Juana continued, “I’m going to give you what you want. And don’t try to deny it, linda. I know you are. I’m one, too, remember. I know how much you lust for girls. How much you crave eating pussy.”

I didn’t. I wasn’t a dyke. I just liked humiliating them. I just liked making them eat my pussy and feel their tongues sliding through my folds and cum so hard on their mouths.

“So I’m going to give you want you want,” she grinned. “You’re going to eat my pussy. You’re going to love it, too. I know you will. You’ve been staring at it for so long, just dying to bury your tongue in it.”

I glared at her.

“Oh, she’s in such denial,” laughed Lee, her phone pointed right at me.

“Do it,” Clint growled to my sister. “Take control of her and put her in her place.” His hand slid down my ass, making me shudder, and then he rubbed my pussy. “She’s soaking wet.”

A ripple of embarrassed heat washed through me as Clint shoved his thick finger out before my face glistening with my juices. I couldn’t be wet. This was humiliating. This was disgusting. I wasn’t a dyke. I liked…guys. They were…fine.

Those juices were just left over from when Juana was churning my cunt up.

Then Juana seized my hair with a hard, firm grip, and yanked my face to her bush. Her silky pubic hairs rubbed across my cheeks. And then her wet vulva found my lips. I felt her hot snatch slid up and down my face. I sealed my mouth shut. I refused to give her the pleasure.

“Start licking, dyke,” Juana said, her voice so firm, brooking no disobedience.

I shook my head, moaning my wordless defiance.

She pressed my face tighter into her pussy, my nose nuzzling her clit. Her tangy juices worked past my sealed-tight lips anyways. I tasted my first cunt. A shiver ran through me, racing down my spine and settling into my pussy.

I was not getting hotter. I was not getting wetter.

I squirmed and struggled, trying to break my arms free of Clint’s strong grasp. But his hand was iron, holding my two wrists together. Why did the fucking faggot have to be so goddamn strong? Why did the little dyke have to go to him?

Why did Lee have to watch?

“Start licking my pussy, dyke-slave,” Juana hissed. “Start eating your Mistress’s cunt now!”

I glared up at her, past her budding, succulent tits to her round face. She had the same brown skin as me, that same rich tone. Her dark hair framed her face. Her cheek was still bright from my slap, but she wore it like a badge of honor, like she was proud she took it and gave me worse.

Both my cheeks felt so swollen.

“You have until the count of ten,” she said. “Or there will be punishment, dyke. 1. 2. 3.”

I didn’t flinch as she counted, wiggling her hips and griding her cunt on my face. I wouldn’t submit. I wouldn’t give in to her demands. I was strong enough to resist her. I wasn’t a dyke-slave like she wanted. I wasn’t.

“6. 7. 8.”

I wouldn’t give in.

“9.”

She could slap me all day.

“10.”

Nope. Not today, dyke.

“Clint,” Juana said. “Would you please discipline my slave?”

“Gladly,” Clint growled.

CRACK!

My ass exploded in pain. I let out a grunt into Juana’s pussy. Fire burned through my butt-cheeks, racing through my body and settling into my pussy. I writhed, my head snapping back and forth, rubbing my mouth across her pussy.

“Lick my pussy,” Juana said.

I glared defiance at—

CRACK!

My mouth opened. I screamed out in pain as the burning agony shot through my ass. My pussy clenched while my little sister’s juices poured into my mouth. She was so wet. I could see it in her eyes. This turned her on. Seeing me in pain. Seeing me humiliated and spanked by that faggot Clint.

“Lick my pussy,” she said, her voice level, commanding.

I shuddered, my ass on fire. But I wouldn’t—

CRACK!

I screamed again, my entire body shaking. The pain was so intense. It swirled through me, mixing in my pussy with the humiliation of being dominated, with the embarrassment of the cameras catching my tears rolling down my cheeks, from the pussy juices trickling down my thighs. My cunt was so hot even as my ass was in so much pain.

“Lick it, dyke.”

A shudder ran through my body. A wild shiver that ended up in a wanton sob, half of pain and half of…passion.

What was wrong—

CRACK!

The fourth spanking was the hardest yet. Clint smacked his hand so hard into my ass, the blow pressed my face into my sister’s cunt as the heat roared through me. Fresh tears fell down my cheeks. It hurt so badly and…

My pussy drank it in. My pussy absorbed the pain and turned it into excitement. And…

“Lick my pussy.”

I could feel Clint’s hand drawing back, cocking to deliver another hard spanking. To discipline my ass for not obeying my Mis…little sister. I squeezed my eyes shut, both wanting and fearing the smack of flesh.

My tongue licked.

My sister groaned, shuddering, as I lapped through the tangy folds of her pussy. Her eyes lit up with such delight. Her small breasts jiggled as I tasted her juices. As I felt her hot silk on my tongue. I licked again, my ass still burning, the heat radiating into my pussy, boiling it.

My tongue danced through her folds. I couldn’t stop myself. I was licking her pussy like a filthy dyke. Like a lezzie slut. And Lee was watching. Melody was recording. And Clint… Clint had a closeup view.

“Oh, she is going to town on your pussy, Juana,” he laughed. “She just needed some encouragement.”

He pinched my burning ass, making me moan louder into my little sister’s cunt.

“Mmm, that she did,” groaned Juana. “But now my little dyke-slave is just so eager for it. Oh, yes, you got a taste of pussy and you love it, cunt-muncher.” Juana grinned with such triumph. “You’re a lezzie muff-diver now.”

I wasn’t. I just didn’t want to be spanked. Even if it tasted so good, I didn’t want to do this.

I licked again, harder, faster. I delved my tongue into my little sister’s snatch. I swirled through her tunnel, making her groan and gasp. Making her moan. Such sweet sounds came from her lips. Her juices trickled down my chin, running down my neck to my shirt.

My every breath was full of her scent. I breathed in her musk as I drank her juices. Her tangy flavor stained my senses. Her hot silk rubbed on my lips as she gripped my hair, grinding her hot cunt on my face.

“Yes, yes, yes, you’re my dyke-slave now,” groaned my little sister. “You’re going to worship me forever, Carmelita. I’m going to train you. I’m going to own you. I do own you. That pussy. That mouth. Those tits. I own them all.”

She didn’t. But…

No. I couldn’t even pretend to enjoy it.

I glared up at her, forcing myself to hate her. It was so hard with my ass burning, my pussy dripping, my tongue licking. Her pussy felt so amazing on my mouth. She tasted so good. Why did I like this? I wasn’t…

No. I wasn’t. I wasn’t gay. I liked…guys.

“To prove I own your pussy, dyke,” she grinned, “I’m selling it. You’re part of my payment to Clint. You can fuck my slave’s cunt.”

“Gladly,” Clint said, letting go of my arms.

I shuddered in shock as he grabbed my hips with his strong hands, lifting me up. I was forced to plant my hands on the ground, kneeling like a bitch between them. This couldn’t be happening. A guy couldn’t fuck my pussy.

No, no, no!

I groaned, trying to pull my face from my sister’s pussy. I couldn’t let this happened. I didn’t want a guy to fuck my pussy. Even if my Mi…little sister told him he could. I whimpered, shuddering as his cock rubbed on my pussy.

“I own your cunt, dyke,” Juana moaned, her body shuddering. “And I’m giving it to a guy. I know you don’t want to fuck him, but you will. Because you are mine!”

She let go of my hair, shuddering as she came on my mouth. She cried out in passion, running her hands through her dark, silky hair as she ground her pussy on my face. Her juices poured into my mouth. I licked them up, I drank them down, concentrating on her cunt and not on the cock rubbing at my pussy and—

Clint penetrated me.

I groaned anyways, my pussy drinking in the friction of his cock sliding into my sopping depths. I hated how much my body enjoyed it. How good it felt that he was in me, fucking me because Juana said he could.

She had sold my body to him.

“Yes, yes, yes, fuck my dyke-slave,” groaned Juana. “Pound her cunt. Oh, god, she’s licking my pussy even harder. Make her cum on that dick, Clint. I want her screaming into my cunt.”

“Oh, yes,” he agreed. “The little dyke loves my cock as much as you did.”

Clint drew back and then slammed into my pussy hard. My ass burned with stinging pain. It shot to my pussy, swirling with the friction and the humiliation. All three sensations—pain, pleasure, and embarrassment—swirled through me.

I shouldn’t enjoy a guy fucking my cunt. But I was. My little sister gave me to him. And he fucked me so hard. He rammed that thick cock into me. My pussy walls absorbed the delight. It rippled through me, making me sway and groan.

“Fuck her hard, Master,” Lee groaned.

“Oh, yes, just pound that fucking dyke,” Melody groaned. “Just pound her so hard. Oh, fuck, Lee, get over here and lick my pussy.”

I knew Lee was a fucking whore. She fell to her knees, licking her older sister’s pussy with such submissive obedience. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the black-haired girl bury her face into her older sister’s shaved cunt, licking it so hard.

She was being such a good dyke-slave.

Then Clint fucked me harder. I gasped, the pain flaring in my ass. His cock was so long. It reached so deep into me. I shuddered at the humiliation, the shame, for enjoying a dick. I moaned into my sister’s pussy, his thrusts pressing my face deeper into her snatch. I tongued her hard, thrusting into her sheath.

Feeling her pussy walls spasm as she kept cumming.

My little sister kept cumming on my tongue. She moaned and gasped over me, squeezing her small breasts, fingering her puffy nipples. She massaged them, stroking her swollen areolas while groaning and grunting, her juices flooding my mouth.

“Yes, yes, yes, my little dyke-slave,” she moaned. “Oh, you’re eating my pussy so well. You’re pleasing your Mistress so much. You’re doing such a good job.”

An exhilarated surge went through me. My pussy clenched on Clint’s dick.

“And you’re fucking Clint. You’re taking a man’s cock without whining. Oh, I’m so proud of you, dyke-slave. Your Mistress is so proud of you.”

I licked my little sister so hard. I trailed my tongue up through her hot folds to her little clit. I swirled it and nuzzled it and then sucked on it. She screamed so hard, bucking on me, cumming with even more passion.

Clint groaned, loving the sight, plowing so hard into me. He gripped my hips, his balls smacking into my clit. Was he going to cum in me? Oh, god, I wasn’t on the pill. What if he flooded my cunt? Would my…little sister let him…

Yes. Yes, she would.

I came.

My pussy went wild about Clint’s cock. I couldn’t believe how humiliating the pleasure was. I moaned like a dyke-bitch into my little sister’s cunt as my snatch massaged his dick, eager for him to cum in me. To flood me. To use me.

My…little sister gave me to him. To be used.

“Yes, yes, yes,” howled my little sister. “Oh, yes, you’re cumming so hard on his dick. Oh, that’s so good, you little dyke-slave. You make your Mistress so proud. Oh, yes, you can cum in her, Clint.”

“Cum in her!” moaned Melody, experiencing her own rapture at her dyke-slave’s tongue.

“Fuck,” Clint grunted. He buried into me. His cum unloaded.

My pussy milked his cock as his hot jizz spurted into my depths. I shivered, feeling my first ever guy cum in me. I moaned into my sister’s pussy, another orgasm rippling through me. I trembled on my hands and knees, my ass burning, cheeks throbbing, my mouth full of pussy juices.

I came and came and came. I was such whore. A slut. How could I enjoy this?

I shuddered, tears spilling down my cheeks. And that just made my pussy spasm harder.

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

Cheryl Elliston

I found quite the surprise when I came home from work. A Hispanic girl, ankles in a spreader bar, her hands cuffed behind her back, a butt-plug shoved up her ass, her face buried into the pussy belonging to another Hispanic girl, younger and clearly her sister.

“Mom, that’s Carmelita. She and Lee used to be friends,” Clint said. My son and Master was naked and so sexy looking, his muscles defined. “Juana is training her to be a good slave now. I’m helping.”

“She’s the skank who used to bully Alicia?” I asked.

Alicia nodded, my youngest naked, her body so slim and pale, her brown pigtails swaying about her forehead. She pushed up her glasses. “Yes, she is.”

Then she gave Carmelita’s already red ass a hard spanking, making her moan into Juana’s pussy.

“Here’s her mother’s cell number,” Clint said. “Call her and let her know her daughters are staying the weekend. Alicia and Juana are new friends, and Carmelita and Lee are getting reacquainted.”

“I’m showing her how to be a good slave,” Lee said. My pregnant, nineteen-year-old niece also had her legs spread by a spreader bar, a butt plug shoved up her ass, and her hands cuffed behind her. She had her face planted on the floor, a happy smile on her lips as she wiggled her ass.

“Yes, Master,” I purred. “Your Mommy-slave will take care of everything.”

“Good,” Clint grinned, walking naked back to the dining room. “Spank her again, Alicia.”

CRACK!

Alicia giggled. “That’s what you get, you dyke-slave, for being such a cunt.”

“Such a cunt,” Juana groaned. “But my little dyke-slave is learning that her mouth is for licking pussy not insulting people.”

My pussy clenched so hard. I rubbed my pregnant belly, still flat. It would be a while longer before I showed since I had only found out a month ago I was pregnant with my son’s child. I pulled out my cell phone and called the number.

It rang a few times.

“Hello?” a Hispanic woman asked, using that tone everyone does when they don’t recognize the number.

“Hi, you’re Juana and Carmelita’s mother, right?”

“Si.”

“Well, I’m Alicia Elliston’s mother and Lee Samuel’s aunt. And our daughters have become really good friends. So we were hoping to have Juana and Carmelita stay the weekend. It’ll be a fun girls’ time.”

“Weekend?” she asked. “I don’t know. This is so sudden. I know Lee, but I thought she and Carmelita had a falling out.”

“And it’s been patched up,” I laughed. “You know how it is at that age. It was about a boy, but now they’re over it. And Alicia and Juana have become such good friends at college. But you don’t have to worry. I’ll be keeping an eye on them. As well as my sister. She’s a professor at their college.”

“And you don’t mind? The whole weekend?”

“I don’t mind. My sister and I live next door to each other. And we have four daughters between us. Two more girls won’t make a difference.”

“And you’ll be supervising?”

CRACK!

I turned, smiling as Alicia rubbed Carmelita’s bright-red ass, the older girl moaning into her younger sister’s pussy. “Yes. I’ll be here, watching over everything.” My hand crept down my skirt, pressing into my crotch. I was so wet. “So don’t you worry. It’ll be good, clean, wholesome fun.”

“Okay,” she agreed. “Since you are there. I know they’re both technically adults, but i worry.”

“Wonderful,” I said and hung up.

CRACK!

“Lick her pussy, skank,” giggled Alicia, glancing at Clint with such worship in her eyes.

He gave her a nod, stroking his cock, and she beamed at him. It warmed a mother’s heart to see her children so close. If I didn’t have dinner to make, I would have joined the fun.

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

Alicia Elliston

“Oh, god, yes,” groaned Juana, trembling on the chair. “Oh, yes, you’re such a good pussy licker, my dyke-slave.”

I grinned, loving the joy on my new friend’s face as she put Carmelita in her place. I remembered that same delight when Lee was first dominated by Clint. After years of being teased by her, it was so satisfying to make her lick my pussy.

“Can I have a go on your slave’s mouth?” my oldest sister Zoey asked. “I have to go to work soon, and I would love to go in buzzing.”

“She does love having her pussy licked before getting on stage,” giggled Stefani, Zoey’s girlfriend. The pair were strippers, making so much money to help pay for our shared life. All of us had part-time jobs, too, working at Ms. Hiragawa’s pharmacy.

“Sure,” Juana groaned, slipping off the chair, her body trembling. “She’s a good pussy licker.”

Carmelita just panted, not saying anything. She squirmed, her rump clenching on the knob of the butt plug buried between her cheeks. I gave her one last smack and stood up as Juana stared at the assorted floggers and whips spread out on the table.

She glanced at me then grabbed the flogger with thin, red straps. She held it out, asking “Want to whip her with me?”

“Oh, yes,” I grinned, taking it.

She grabbed a black flogger with thicker straps.

“That’ll give a more thudding slap than a stinging one like Alicia’s flogger,” Clint said. “And don’t go too hard. Don’t put all your power into it. You want to hurt her, not harm her. Even at half your strength, she’ll feel it.”

“Especially with her ass warmed up by our hands,” Alicia grinned.

Zoey sank down into the chair, her big tits bouncing. She had the biggest tits in the family, even bigger than Mom’s. Her brassy hair tumbled off her shoulders as she leaned back, her lithe, flexible legs parting. She had a shaved pussy, a unicorn tattooed on her pubic mound like it was galloping across her.

“Enjoy, Yunie,” Stefani said, using her pet name for Zoey. The redhead leaned on the wall watching her girlfriend. I liked Stefani. She was such a flirty, outgoing girl. Always looking to have fun. I was so glad when she and Zoey joined my big brother’s harem.

“Okay, let’s do it,” Juana grinned at me, swinging her flail.

“Yes,” I giggled.

“Whip her ass hard,” Lee grinned. “I love it hard.”

“You’re a pain slut,” I said, rolling my eyes. “You like it when we clamp your nipples and pussy lips.”

“Oh, yes,” groaned Lee.

“Mmm, Carmelita has thick pussy lips. Maybe we should clamp them,” Juana said, tugging on her older sister’s labia. “Would you like that?”

“No,” Carmelita groaned between Zoey’s thighs.

“No, what?” Juana hissed, her flogger cracking across Carmelita’s rump.

“No…Mistress.”

There was still defiance in her voice even as she ate Zoey’s pussy. She refused to admit she was a dyke even though it was so obvious. She was dripping wet and was just so eager to lick pussy. She tried to hide that, but it was in her eyes. And it was obvious my big brother didn’t turn her on.

Which was a shame, because he was such a sexy hunk. I felt his eyes on my ass as I slapped my flogger across Carmelita’s rump. I loved the stinging sound as the red, leather strips struck her red butt-cheeks. And it was even more exciting knowing my big brother was behind me, staring at my cute, girlish rear.

“Oh, yes, she moans so deliciously when you whip her ass,” Zoey panted, her big boobs jiggling a she ground her pussy into Carmelita’s mouth. “Oh, and you just love pussy, don’t you, little dyke?”

“Answer her,” snapped Juana, smacking her flogger into Carmelita’s ass.

“I don’t. I just have to lick your pussy,” groaned the Hispanic slave. “I’m not into girls.”

“Sure fooled me,” Zoey purred as Carmelita went back to her pussy feast. “The way you eat cunt… You love it.”

“Yeah,” I giggled and smacked her with my flogger. Not hard. I didn’t like hurting people, not even a horrid bitch like Carmelita.

“That’s it,” Clint groaned, rubbing at me from behind. His cock pressed into my back right above my ass. I was just so short, so tiny in my big brother’s embrace. “Spank her, princess.”

“Yes, big brother,” I groaned, his hands cupping my budding breasts.

I swung my flogger harder as his fingers played with my nipples. I groaned, my pussy clenching. Then I shivered at the stinging impact and groaning moan. I shuddered, wiggling my hips. He leaned down, his cock sliding lower.

I loved my big brother’s cock.

Juana whipped her sister’s ass then I flogged her. I groaned, my pussy growing wetter, Clint’s fingers so amazing on my nipples. He rolled my little nubs as I squirmed against him. He was so strong. My big brother was wonderful.

“That’s it,” he panted, his hand sliding down my stomach.

SMACK!

“Whip her naughty ass,” he groaned, Carmelita gasping, Zoey shuddering.

CRACK!

His hand reached lower. My hand gripped the flogger, waiting for my turn. His fingers crossed my stomach.

SMACK!

Then Clint reached my shaved pubic mound. I had Lee shave me every other day, keeping my pussy pristine for my big brother, letting him see my tight, nineteen-year-old slit. I looked even younger. So girlish.

CRACK!

Then he found my clit. I groaned, my body bucking in his arms as he rubbed my nub with his rough fingers. The pleasure surged through me. The flogger fell out of my suddenly numb fingers. I didn’t care about whipping Carmelita any longer.

She was just a filthy slave. I had my big brother’s fingers demanding my attention.

“Mmm, bored of spanking her already, princess?” he asked, his lips inches from my ear.

“Yes,” I moaned. “I want to do something else. Please, big brother, you made my cunny all wet and tingly and…and I need you.”

“To do what?”

I loved being forced to say such dirty things. “I need my big brother to fuck my pussy!”

My words echoed through the dining room. Zoey groaned louder, flashing me a wicked grin. She understood. She loved fucking our brother’s cock, too. She grabbed Carmelita’s dark hair, grinding the skank’s face into her pussy, moaning out her enjoyment.

“We can’t have you with a hot cunny, princess,” Clint groaned. “Can we?”

I just whimpered, his finger stirring around my clit.

I didn’t fight him as he pressed me to the floor. I was kneeling, my face staring right at Carmelita’s ass, the black flogger falling over and over on her rear. Juana moaned her delight as she whipped her sister-slave. I had a front row seat, watching the skank’s shaved cunt clenching with each blow, her juices flowing down her thighs.

Then Clint’s cock pressed at my hot pussy. I was so wet. I didn’t need foreplay. Not after spanking that bitch. That was foreplay. Nearby, Lee groaned in envy as she watched our big brother’s cock press into my cunny.

He was so big.

“Yes,” I groaned. “Oh, yes, big brother. Oh, I need you in me so badly!”

His cock sank deeper and deeper into my pussy. My eyes rolled back into my head. I shivered, wiggling my hips and stirring his dick around in my cunt. It was so amazing. His cock filled me with incestuous delight.

I groaned, eyes locked on Carmelita’s ass, the flogger falling over and over as Clint drew back his dick. So slow, teasing my cunny. He made me whimper and groan, loving the naughty sounds coming from my girlish lips.

My glasses slipped down my nose as I shuddered. “Big brother, I need more! I need you to…”

“Need me to do what, princess?” he groaned, sliding his cock so slowly back into my depths.

My back arched. “Need you to…hard. And fast.”

“What hard? What fast?” He slid his hands up my sides, cupping my immature breasts. “Tell me, princess.”

My cheeks burned. My pussy clenched on his dick. “I need you to fuck me so hard and fast, big brother!”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Juana groaned. “Fuck your little sister while I whip my dyke-sister-slave!”

CRACK!

Clint groaned. It was like the wonderful crack of the flogger was the gun starting a race. My big brother pounded my pussy so hard, so fast. He plunged his cock so deep into my cunny, the friction burning so hard, rippling through my body. My pigtails swayed as I groaned and gasped, feeling so small and helpless.

Feeling so much like his little sister. His naughty princess.

He fucked me hard and fast. And I loved it.

I loved my big brother’s cock reaming me. Plunging into my pussy. It was so amazing. I groaned and gasped, my pussy clenching on his big dick. The pleasure surged through me, making me swirl my narrow hips as his hands squeezed my tits.

“Such a wanton, slutty princess,” he groaned, pumping so hard. “Oh, yes, you are.”

“I am,” I moaned, bucking back into his thrusts, the pleasure roaring through me. “My cunny is so hot for your big cock. Oh, I need it. I’m wet all the time.”

He squeezed my tits harder, his dick thrusting faster, deeper. His balls slapped into my clit. Dizzy delight shivered through me. I groaned and gasped, watching the hypnotic fall of the flogger on Carmelita’s ass over and over, flogging her, punishing her for being a bitch.

My orgasm swelled so fast through me. It was so hot to finally see that cunt get put in her place. And I got to enjoy my big brother’s amazing cock at the same time. My little cunny clenched about his thrusting dick, eager for his cum to flood me.

Oh, I wanted to be bred. I wanted to get off birth control and carry Clint’s child.

“Yes, yes, yes, you’re making my cunny feel so good. So naughty,” I moaned, his fingers massaging my nipples, rubbing them, pressing them into my firm tits.

“Are you going to cum, princess?” he growled, pounding me, our flesh slapping together. “Are you going to cum on your big brother’s cock? Huh, naughty princess?”

“Yes!” I squealed.

And came.

It was amazing.

Stupendous.

Better than chocolate ice cream.

Better than watching fireworks.

Because fireworks exploded in my cunny. My pussy went wild about his cock. My flesh spasmed about his plunging dick as his pleasure shuddered through me. I groaned and gasped, joining Zoey as she came on the bitch’s mouth.

And Clint’s dick kept reaming me. Kept plunging into me. He made me shiver and shudder. He had me howling and convulsing. My pussy milked his cock, eager for his hot cum to spurt into my depths. Rapture boiled my mind.

And then it happened. That wonderful moment of union.

Clint’s hot cum spurted into my depths. I groaned and shuddered. My big brother’s jizz fired into my pussy. He basted my cunt. His jizz spilled into me. He pumped it over and over into my snatch. I shuddered, howling, groaning.

Loving my big brother so much.

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

Juana Campo

“Ready to admit you’re a dyke?” I asked my older sister, my pussy on fire. Alicia slumped to the floor. Then Clint picked her up, holding his trembling little sister as she came down from her orgasmic high.

“I’m not a dyke,” Carmelita whined. She wasn’t fooling anyone.

“Yes, you are,” Zoey groaned, lithely getting off the chair after her climax. “Ooh, I am ready to strut myself at work. Thanks for letting me borrow her, Juana.”

I nodded to Clint’s oldest sister, the busty girl striding by. This was such a strange family. Clint’s mother was cooking in the kitchen, naked, helped by his aunt (who also taught at my college). Pam and Melody were playing with their babies upstairs. And Lee was panting like a bitch clearly wishing I was whipping her ass and not my sister’s.

Plus there was a Japanese woman wandering around that I didn’t even know. She was another slave. Maybe Pam’s mom. It wasn’t clear. But she was in her office working on…something. I didn’t know what.

And I didn’t care. I had to attend to my sister.

“Well, if that’s how you feel,” I said. “Then you would hate for me to fuck you with this.”

I grabbed my sister’s backpack and pulled out the huge strap-on dildo she always threatened to fuck me with. The fake cock in there was thicker and longer than Clint’s, and all black. It was veined and crowned like a real dick, a rubber replica.

“Oh, god,” Carmelita groaned.

“Oh, yes,” I purred, watching my sister struggle in her restraints. I pulled on the strap-on, my pussy on fire. I tightened the straps about my waist, adjusting the base to press on my clit. “How many poor lesbians did you fuck with this?”

She winced. “None. I bought that for you…Mistress.”

“For me?” I grinned, falling to my knees behind her well-spanked ass. “Oh, so you do want me to fuck you with this. Wonderful.”

“No, I—”

I rammed the thick cock into her dripping pussy, her words cutting off in a howling moan of pain and pleasure. She was so soaked from being spanked and “forced” to eat pussy, but it still stretched her cunt to its limits. The base of the monster dildo pressed on my clit as I slammed it into her depths. I shuddered, my pussy clenching. Pleasure surged through me.

It was more than the dildo pressing against my clit as I fucked my older sister. It was the sheer thrill of pounding her with the strap-on, to show her my dominance. Her ass was stuffed with the butt-plug, her hands cuffed behind her back. She was helpless. At my mercy.

And it was so intoxicating.

“Yes, take my big girl-dick,” I groaned, my hips hammering away, my pussy drinking in all the pleasure. “I know you love it. You’re just so hot. So dripping wet. Being spanked, eating pussy, has made you so wet, so horny, my dyke-slave.”

“Oh, god,” she groaned.

“And that makes me so happy,” I panted. “Your Mistress is so proud of you, dyke-slave.” I had to keep saying that, reinforcing her with praise, reminding her that I owned her cunt. “Oh, yes, I love fucking my little dyke-slave.”

She just moaned and groaned, shuddering as I pounded her. My crotch smacked into her welted ass. I loved the slapping sounds and her grunts of pain, throaty with her pleasure. I grabbed her rump, squeezing, digging my fingers into her and making her squeal in agony and rapture.

Her hips moved, bucking back into me. My clit ached and throbbed from the force. The dildo massaged my little nub every time I thrust forward. Sparks of delight shot through me. I grinned, drinking in the pleasure, the thrill of fucking my big sister.

“Yes, yes, yes, love my girl-dick, dyke-slut. Cum so hard. It’s your reward for licking everyone’s pussy. For giving me and Zoey so much pleasure.”

“Oh, god,” groaned Carmelita. “Oh, god, yes!”

“Oh, your hot cunt just can’t take it,” I panted, leaning over her, thrusting so hard. My stomach burned. I didn’t care. I fucked through the ache, my pussy on fire. “You love your Mistress’s girl-dick fucking your dyke-cunt!”

“Yes!” she panted, her cheek rubbing on the floor.

Our flesh slapping together echoed through the room. My pussy dripped juices down my thighs. I groaned, my orgasm building and building as I fucked her. I slammed into her so hard, making her squeal and shudder.

And then she spasmed hard. Her hands pulled at her cuffs. She bucked on the ground, cumming so hard on the monstrous dild. Her screams of rapture echoed through the room. It was so hot. I made my dyke-sister-slave cum so hard.

I orgasmed.

“Yes!” I howled. “Yes, yes, yes, you love it! You love being my dyke-slave!”

My body shuddered. The pleasure exploded through me. It slammed into my mind. It was so hot dominating my older sister. I dug my fingers into her ass so hard as the pleasure rippled through me. I moaned and gasped and swayed.

I drank in the rapture.

And then I leaned over her, the both of us panting. I pressed my stomach and tits into her back, feeling her restrained hands rubbing on my belly. I nuzzled against her ear as she panted. I nipped it. I owned her.

“Say it,” I groaned. “Say you’re a lezzie-dyke-slut. My slave.”

“I’m not…Mistress. I’m straight. I like guys. I hate eating pussy.”

Her defiance made my pussy clench. I nipped her ear. “Don’t worry. We have the entire weekend to convince you.”

Then I started pumping away, new pleasure tingling through my pussy. New moans coming from my sister. I would prove to her that she was my dyke-slave. She would admit it. She would scream it out.

And worship me. My older sister would be my sex slave!

To be continued…

Sarah becomes more than a waitress at her Aunt’s card game

The rest of the afternoon was relatively uneventful, Sarah slipped on a t-shirt and a pair of sweat pants and lent Aunt Judy a hand around the house. The conversation edged back into what a slut Sarah had become, and Judy became awestruck by how much being a slut didn’t bother Sarah, and how free it must feel to not care that much about what others think. All the while, Judy was trying to figure out exactly how the night might play out…

When Judy’s friends started showing up everyone was doing the typical small talk, and Sarah went into her cousin’s bedroom to change, as she stripped of her day clothes, she admired herself in the bathroom mirror, and began to imagine what the night had in store for her. The forbidden nature of spending what will probably become a very sexually charged evening with a handful of older women excited her. Her nipples became rock hard and her pussy was quickly moistening. She quickly snapped out of her daydream and put on her shirt, leaving the two top buttons undone, and slipped on the short jean skirt, which zipped up on the side. One last glance at the mirror, “god I look hot she thought to herself”, and she was out the door.

She was the perfect hostess, getting everyone drinks, and making sure that they always had full glasses. All the women were appreciative and included her in their small talk. They all migrated into the kitchen, and pulled up their chairs to start playing cards. There were only four chairs at the table, and one of the women looked at Judy and said, let’s get Sarah a chair so she can join us. Aunt Judy broke in and said, “Sarah’s going to be our waitress tonight, as she has a debt of sorts to settle.” They all looked at each other a little confused, but Ginny said, “Cool, just like at the casino, Sarah, get me another drink.” They all laughed, and settled in to play.

Up to this point, nobody took noticed that she was sans underwear, but the all noticed her youth and damn near perfect body. As the game wore on, they were all getting pretty looped, and Ginny mentioned how great it would be to have a little slave running around at her house drinks and shit. Judy looked at her and said, well maybe that can be arranged. The seductive manner in which Judy said it, made Ginny’s nipples stiffen, and started her mind on an erotic daydream. Coming back to reality only when Mary nudged her and said, “Anti up bitch.”

The game continued… At one point, Judy dropped a small plate of chips on the floor right between her and Ginny, and asked Sarah to come over and clean up the mess. As Sarah was working between the women, Judy reached over with one hand and unbuttoned the next button on her shirt, creating a wide open view of her young pert tits. As Sarah was getting up Mary was treated to an unobstructed view of her tits, as her eyes widened and her nipples stiffened, she got distracted from the game and drifted off into her own daydream. In addition to the now mostly unbuttoned shirt, the bending over to pick up the chips caused the jean skirt to ride up an inch or two over Sarah hips, leaving the hemline just below her ass cheeks. During the next 5 or 10 minutes every woman at the table was taking notice of Sarah’s breasts swaying back and forth in and out of view under her shirt, and at the same time the waistband of her skirt had ridden further above her hips and settled in around her narrower waist, leaving almost nothing to the imagination below her waist. At this point every woman at the table took notice becoming even more distracted from the game. The women were more interested in ordering drinks and having Sarah wait on them than they were the game, even though the pot was worth over $200.

As Sarah was delivering yet another vodka tonic to noticeably inebriated Ginny, she leaned over between Ginny and Mary to place the glass on the table giving Ginny a full, up close view of her tits and Mary an eyeful of her naked ass. Ginny’s face was a mere foot away from Sarah exposed tits and Mary was a mere foot away from Sarah’s exposed ass. Both were getting an erotic whiff of Sarah’s womanhood, which drove Mary to nudge Sarah right between her ass cheeks causing her to loose her balance, spilling the drink on the table and planting her tits in Ginny’s face. Mary burst out laughing, and Ginny wound up getting a handful of Sarah’s tits as they were pressed into her face, holding her up until she was able to stand up on her own. In the confusion, one of Sarah’s tits had popped out of her shirt and her shaved pussy was now in full view. She bowed her head, apologized to Ginny, and looked around for a towel to clean up the spilled drink.

Aunt Judy took control of the situation almost immediately and told Sarah to go to the kitchen, get a towel and come back in to clean up the mess she had made, and make sure to bring Ginny another drink. Sarah was a little pissed because she knew that Mary had pushed her, and it wasn’t her fault, as she went to the kitchen to retrieve a towel and make another vodka tonic she tucked her tit back into the shirt. The ladies continued playing the hand as Sarah dried off the table, and then knelt down between Mary and Ginny to clean up the floor. As Sarah knelt, Mary positioned her leg between Sarah legs and pressed her shin into Sarah’s crotch. To get out from under the table, Sarah had to back out pressing Mary shin onto her pussy lips. After Sarah struggled to get out, extricating herself from that position, Mary looked down at her shin and noticed the thin film of pussy juice Sarah left behind on her leg. From this point things started to get out of hand. Four drunk cougars and one subservient slut, what a combination.

Sarah was secretly enjoying the humiliation, and her erect nipples and now sopping wet pussy was a dead give away. No longer just a scent of womanhood, the musky scent of Sarah’s pussy followed her around the table from woman to woman. Aunt Judy was ready for some more fun… As Sarah was delivering Judy’s third scotch, Judy reached out a grabbed Sarah’s hand, looked up at her and said. “You know Sarah, I think all the woman would enjoy it if you unbuttoned your shirt a little more.” “But Aunt Judy, if I did that, I might as well not have any top on at all.” “OK, suit yourself, why don’t you take it off then. We’ve all been to topless bars, it would suit the evening quite well, don’t you think ladies.” They all nodded in agreement, and Sarah, bowed her head as she unbuttoned and took off her shirt exposing her young breasts and rock hard nipples. “Sarah”, Judy said, “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were enjoying this.” Sarah shook her head no, but Mary spoke right up and told the group about the wet spot on her leg.

Ginny, now very drunk, and obviously a bit horny, said, “Well there’s one way to tell for sure. Sarah, show us if your wet on not.” If you’re not wet you get to stop being our waitress, but if you are wet, you must take off your skirt and serve our every whim. Sarah hesitantly reached under the hemline of her skirt, cupped her pussy, and slowly pulled her hand out from under her skirt, and showed the women at the table her very wet fingers and hand. The table exploded with cheers, and they chanted, “take it off, take it off.” Sarah again hung her head in shame and unzipped the skirt, letting it fall to the floor. Sarah was very naked, very horny, and surrounded by 4 drunk cougars with very dirty minds.

Aunt Judy offered to add an additional incentive to the winner of the hand, by offering Sarah’s exclusive services for the rest if the evening to the eventual winner of the pot. Gail, who had been quite for most of the bizarre happening at the table, clarified, “So the winner gets Sarah’s exclusive service, meaning that she would get me drinks and shit, but nothing for anybody else unless I said so?” Judy confirmed, “Yes absolutely, right Sarah?” All Sarah could do is nod in agreement.