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A woman continues sex lessons with her niece and friends.

AN UNDERSTANDING AUNT, PART 2
My pussy was still tingling as I donned a thin t-shirt and bikini panties. I noticed that the girls were barely dressed as well, their cute little behinds showing around the thin lines of their bikini swim suits and their budding breasts poking saucily out from their tiny tops.

They were busy playing at a board game, crawling around on the floor and letting their hot little bodies show themselves off to my lustful gaze. I just had to have a taste of these sweet morsels, but that would have to wait until after lunch.

I prepared sandwiches for the girls and had a salad myself, serving them soft drinks while I had a generous gin and tonic (easy on the tonic!). We laughed and joked together, as we all sat on the floor, and I kept catching glimpses of their soft, fuzzy little pussies around the edges of their bikini briefs.

When we had all finished eating, I suggested we go into my bedroom for another lesson in girl love. They jumped up eagerly and raced to my room. By the time I got there, having refreshed my drink, they were bouncing on the bed, already naked and teasing each other by noodling their nipples and poking at each other’s crotches. I told them to settle down, and then had them lie flat on their backs next to each other.

Then I proceeded to lie down with my head between Connie’s legs and stroked my fingers up over her thighs until I reached her sweet, girlish pussy. Meanwhile the girls leaned in and embraced each other, kissing, their tongues slipping into each others’ mouths.

Finally, I worked my head up between Connie’s thighs and licked at the luscious slit that opened easily to my tongue, already juicy with her girl pussy sap. I tasted the nectar and ran my tongue as far into her little cunny as I could, savoring the sweet honey of my niece’s delicious pussy.

I grabbed Connie’s ass cheeks in my hands and pushed her cunny up into my face, and she responded by wriggling eagerly onto my mouthing, moaning her pleasure into her friend Linda’s mouth.

I felt her tense and throb as I continued laving her pleasure place, and then, when she began to relax, I moved over to between Linda’s legs and repeated the action, not bothering to wipe Connie’s pussy juice off my cheeks and chin.

Linda’s pussy tasted distinctly different than Connie’s but just as delicious. . .like the difference between strawberry and grape jam, both sweet and savory, but hard to decide which was better.

Linda responded much as Connie had, but she grabbed my head and pushed my face even harder into her sweet pussy, making it difficult for me to breathe, but sending me into a heaven of juicy joy jam.

As I felt Linda tense for her orgasm, I noticed that Connie was moving, and the next thing I knew, she was lying down under my bottom, reaching up to lick my cunt, which was dripping from the excitement of sucking Linda’s pussy. I pushed my bottom down into her face so she could reach my pleasure palace more easily.

Her mouth worked eagerly at my labia, then she plunged her little tongue into me so that it felt like a small cock fucking me. I began to feel the thrill of orgasm as Connie continued licking, playing with my ass cheeks as she did, letting finger wander over and stroke my anus. This sent me over the top, and I moaned my orgasm into Linda’s honey pot as she came all over my face.

When Linda and I had settled down from our orgasms, I lay in the middle of the bed, a girl on each side of me, and we kissed and snuggled, tasting one another’s hot pussy juice and licking it from one another’s faces.

I fell asleep then, the result of cumming and of having had two gt’s. When I awoke, both girls were making love to me, Linda at my breasts and Connie at my pussy. Their tongues and mouths brought me to a wonderful climax, after which I kissed both girls and sent them off to play with each other.

Connie’s visit turned out to be one of the happiest times of my life, and I was pleased to have had a part in teaching her and her friend, Linda, something about the pleasures women can have without the mess of having men in their mouths and vaginas.

After Connie had gone home I was surprised, one day, to answer the doorbell and find Linda standing there with another girl about her same age. I welcomed them in, but was curious about why they would be visiting me since Linda knew Connie had gone home.

When the girls had been seated on the sofa in the living room and I had given them each a lemonade to drink, Linda told me that she had enjoyed her session with me and Connie so much that she had told her friend, Susan about it, and Susan wanted to learn more about the kind of fun girls can have.

Linda said she was too shy to try to teach Susan all that Connie and I had taught her, so she had brought her friend over to see if I would show them how to have girl fun together.

Even if they had not been so forthright in telling me of their sexual interest, I would have been turned on as I looked at these girls, both wearing short shorts and tank tops, and showing their sweet, developing bodies to good advantage.

After we finished our lemonade, we retired to the bedroom and I instructed the girls to undress each other, and then to take my clothes off as well. When Susan saw my adult pussy she couldn’t resist running her fingers through my pubic hair, and I couldn’t help hugging her young body to me and holding her plump little ass cheeks in my hands.

Linda came up behind Susan and rubbed her little cunny against Susan’s ass cheeks, and we stood like that for a few minutes until I had to taste the delectable delight of Susan’s almost hairless cunny.

I sat her down on the bed and spread her legs apart, then knelt down and ran my fingers up her thighs and into the soft flesh of her pubic mound, my mouth following the trail made by my fingers. Her pussy tasted just as delicious as I knew it would.

As I licked and sucked on Susan’s pussy, Linda bent down and lay her head under my pussy and began to suck and lick on me, her hands moving over my ass cheeks as she brought me to a sweet orgasm with her young mouth.

Then I directed the two girls into a sixty-nine position and let them lick each other into orgasms while I played with my sopping cunt and waited for them to finish before having both girls climb on top of me and pleasure me with their mouths and hands. What a glorious feeling it was to have two young girls crawling over me and treating my body to a mouth and hand massage. I came several times before deciding that this was enough for that day.

The girls seemed satisfied with their lesson, and I told Linda that if she had any more friends she would like to initiate into Lesbian sex, that she should bring them over and I would be happy to teach them.

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She finds an unusual plant

Chapter One: The Discovery

Keily liked to explore the corridors and rooms of the large old castle where she had lived for the past two years. The property was a huge building donated to the city by an eccentric millionaire several years ago, and part of the castle was adapted to be used as the state college.

The teenager was enjoying the first days of her vacation, wandering around the eastern wing. That side of the castle hadn’t been used for a long time and it looked completely abandoned. The corridors were dusty and most of the doors were locked. But this represented no problem for Keily, sneaky little girl as she was, she had managed to obtain a master key and there wasn’t a door she couldn’t open. She knew that most of the rooms were used at one time or another and there were interesting objects left behind. Keily had a big collection of antiquities in her room and she wanted to find a new one that day.

She entered a room that was filled with luxurious furniture. Heavy curtains covered the windows and part of the walls. The young woman saw a small door on the left wall that was partially blocked by a cabinet. She used all her strength to push it away, and then opened the door. In the other side, Keily encountered a stairway that led downwards about two floors and she could barely distinguish a dim light at the bottom.

Keily was a little afraid to go inside but the curiosity was much stronger than her fears and she started to walk down carefully until she reached the last steps. She ended up in a large room, almost empty, and it had just one small window that let the sunlight travel down to a square meter in the center of the room. The beam of light illuminated an object that projected up from the floor resembling some sort of cactus. Opposite to the window was a huge mirror that covered the wall completely.

Keily found a light switch and turned it on, hoping there was at least one working light bulb. To her surprise, there was. She confirmed, a little disappointed, that the room was almost empty with the exception of the ‘cactus’.

As the teen walked closer, she realized that the object was indeed a plant, but it was not a cactus. It had a green colored trunk coming from the ground. The big trunk had a rosy shaft straight up, about twelve inches long and two inches wide, ending with a wider head that resembled a … penis? Keily was not an innocent girl and she was amazed by her discovery. This plant definitely looked like a man’s big cock.

This can’t be real, she thought.

She leaned forward to look more closely at the phallus; the surface was leathery and slightly oiled. She touched it with one finger and …it was warm!

It must be the sunlight, she rationalized.

When she retrieved her finger, the spot where she had touched the cylinder had turned bright red. Wow! She smelled her finger and it emanated a sweet scent. She leaned even closer to the plant to sniff deeply. The smell was intoxicatingly delicious. Then, she saw a drop of an oily fluid that was slowly sliding down from the tip of the tube. This startled her for a moment but the scent filling her nose was so good, that she felt an unexplainable urge to examine the fluid; to taste it. Only a little bit. She took a drop of the oil on her finger and hesitantly put it on the tip of her tongue.

“Oh, my God!” she exclaimed, “It tastes as good as it smells!”

Keily admired her new discovery until she looked up at the window and realized it was getting late. Remembering that most of the way back to her room was not illuminated, she decided to call it off for the day.

* * *

Later that day, the teen was lying on her bed thinking about her find. She moved her finger close to her nose from time to time, so she could smell the sweet scent that refused to fade away. Keily felt too excited and unable to sleep. She didn’t know why she was so turned on but the growing fire in her pussy had to be alleviated.

Since she was one of the older resident girls, she had a room of her own and it gave her the privacy she needed right at that moment. She moved one hand under her panties and with her other hand grabbed one of her small breasts. The teen started to massage her clit and squeeze her nipple until both were fully erect and sensitive. Her breathing became heavy and she started to moan quietly while her hands rubbed increasingly faster over her tender parts. Even then, she still moved her finger close to her nose to smell the exquisite odor of the plant. She pinched her engorged nipple as she inserted two fingers into her wet pussy. Her hand was working frantically in her tight cavity. It took her only a few minutes to reach her peak and explode in a long orgasm that brought the relaxation she needed. She quickly fell asleep afterwards.

* * *

The next day, after a light breakfast, Keily ran to the eastern wing of the castle, eager to visit her newfound treasure. When she opened the door at the top of the stairs, the breeze flowing out of the room was impregnated with the delicious scent. She took a deep breath, filling her lungs, and ran downstairs to meet her new toy. When Keily got close to the plant, she observed that the oil that covered the tube was thicker. There were several streams of fluid sliding from the top, down the shaft and reaching the big trunk below, which was also coated. She leaned forward, just one inch away from the tube and inhaled deeply, saturating her lungs with its scent. Then, she couldn’t resist the lure to daringly lick the glossy shaft. As the tip of her tongue touched the oily surface, a torrent of delightful sensations shot out from her tongue into her brain and she blacked out for a few seconds.

When Keily came back to her senses, she was grabbing the tube with both hands and had the top of the rosy stick inside her mouth. She was sucking hard on the head of the pole as she squeezed its body below. She couldn’t understand why she was doing that but she just couldn’t stop, even knowing that it could be dangerous. Keily began to eagerly swallow to oil that emerged out of the plant’s tube. She began to feel increasingly horny until she was at the point that she felt about to explode. Her panties were damp with vaginal juices, which started to dribble down her inner thighs. Keily started to feel dizzy and, with her last shred of will, she lifted her head away from the phallus just in time to prevent falling forward.

Keily was breathing heavily and her head was spinning. Even the slight touch of her thin t-shirt on her incredibly erect nipples sent waves of pleasure through her body. She stood beside the plant looking down, staring at it, submerged in a trance. The plant seemed to look back at her, with its phallus straight up and the little black hole in the center of its bulbous head. The plant was inviting her to mount it, to fill her vacant, overheated pussy with its warm and leathery pole.

One thought formed in Keily’s dazed mind, as if it was not her own,

Copulate…

Keily couldn’t stand it any longer and urgently removed her shorts and panties, then stepped forward and stood just above the shaft of the plant. She hesitated for a moment but the urge to ease the fire in her pussy was too intense. She wasn’t reasoning any more. Almost robotically, she started to lower herself onto the plant’s rod.

When the oily tip of the tube touched her pussy lips, a jolt of electricity traveled across Keily’s body making her legs feeble. She fell down a few inches, forcing the wider top section of the tube to spread her pussy lips and penetrate her vaginal cavity. She screamed in ecstasy, trying to maintain her vertical position, with nothing to hold on to except for the phallus itself. It took her a few minutes to overcome the initial bliss, and then she kept moving down, letting the long shaft slide deeper inside of her lubricated pussy, little by little, until it was completely engulfed.

It felt so incredibly good. After a moment of enjoying being stretched so widely, she started to move up and down, making half squats. The pleasure increased and she began to pant louder and louder. She knew her climax was close and she began to bounce faster. Up and down. Up and down. The head of the plant was slamming against her cervix and this was a new feeling for her. She had never felt so full in her life. She had never been penetrated so deeply before. Keily knew the oncoming orgasm was going to be huge. It was close now. Closer…

“Ahh… Ahh… Ahhhh… Ahhhhhgg”

An explosion of lights shot behind her eyes. Her brain lost contact with reality, transporting the girl to a different world. In the back of her mind she felt some pain, but it was soon overridden by more pleasure, almost unbearable pleasure. She wanted to stay like this forever… she blacked out again.

When Keily regained consciousness, she was on her knees over the carpeted floor. The large green trunk of the plant was placed between her legs, but the rosy tube was nowhere to be found. It took her a moment to comprehend that the long shaft was buried inside of her! She could feel the warm tube expanding her insides. Keily became frightened for a moment. How was this possible? She wanted to move away but she was impaled so deeply that it was impossible. The rod was buried up to her belly. Surprisingly, the sensation was not unpleasant at all. She saw her own reflection on the mirror in front of her. She could see the wide shaft coming out of the big bulb and immediately disappearing between her pussy lips.

She remembered the size of the long pole, now embedded inside of her, and this excited and scared her at the same time. She was amazed that twelve inches of plant cock could fit inside of her slim body. She moved her hands from her pelvis to her abdomen, pressing her fingers over her soft skin, trying to determine how deep to cock was. But then, unexpectedly, the big trunk below her started to vibrate and the shaft along with it. Keily gasped as she clearly felt the vibration moving up her pussy to her cervix and then up to her womb. Her eyes opened wide at the new sensation and in a matter of seconds she was moaning again and pushing herself up and down, or at least trying. Her whole body was quivering at the plant’s rhythm and her pleasure grew once again at a rapid pace.

Soon after, she felt the hint of another orgasm growing inside of her. It was getting closer. Keily was now craving it, as she knew now what it meant to have a real orgasm. She was almost there… just seconds away… suddenly the shaft stopped vibrating. Everything stood still for an instant; and then, she heard a spurting sound within her body and she felt something hot flooding her womb. The heat expanded all around her belly, moving down her uterus until it reached her vagina. Keily looked down with her last bit of consciousness and watched how a white fluid leaked out of her pussy. Her mind went blank as the overwhelming new sensation drove her over the edge and another mind-blowing climax discharged within her with full force. Her slim body shook as wildly as the shaft that impaled her allowed it. The teen’s legs clenched the trunk between them, sending more fluid up the shaft and inside her womb. Finally, it was too much for her weakening resistance and she fell unconscious.

Keily woke up a while later, laying on the floor beside the strange plant. It took her a moment to remember what had happened to her. She looked at the long, erect phallus that minutes earlier had been inside of her.There was a thick layer of a white sticky fluid spread all around the floor. She sat, still feeling dizzy, and immediately noticed that the same white substance that surrounded her body, was leaking out of her pussy. It was then when she remembered being filled with cum by the plant. She touched her belly, but there was nothing unusual, just a little tickle inside her flooded vagina. She had a fantastic feeling of satisfaction. In fact, she had never felt better.

Keily looked at the plant and wondered about its origin. She could not believe that she had never heard before about a plant like this. Certainly, something capable a pleasing a woman so well should be famous. Deciding that she had to share her discovery with her best friend Martha, she stood up, put her clothes back on, and stumbled up the stairs.

Ten minutes later she entered her room but she felt too tired to look around for Martha. She decided to take a quick nap first. She could share her secret a little later.

Chapter Two: The Worm

When Keily woke up, it was almost dusk. She had slept practically all day. A little woozy, she sat on the bed and the feeling of her panties rubbing against her clit made her body shiver with pleasure. She was puzzled as her clit had never been so sensitive before. In fact, she realized that she was in such heightened state of arousal, that she could hardly hold back the need to jump on the bedpost and impaled herself on all of its length.

Keily put on a small bathrobe and walked out of her room into the empty hall. Since most girls had already left for vacations, when she walked inside the study room the only person there was Beth. She was an introverted young girl wearing thick glasses that masked her beautiful blue eyes.

When Beth realized that Keily had entered the room, she quickly closed the book she was reading, trying to hide it. Keily saw this and approached the teen, asking,

“What are you reading Beth?”

“Nothing,” the teenager answered. “I mean… just a book”.

“Let me see it,” Keily said and grabbed the book before Beth could react.

“Ohh, look at this…’The Joy of Sex,’” Keily said mockingly.

Beth nervously tried to justify it, “No… I just…”

“Look girl! If you want to learn about sex you can’t read about it. You have to experience it!” Keily said with an aggressive tone.

Keily looked at the embarrassed girl for a moment and then, almost instinctively, she grabbed Beth by the head and kissed her forcefully in the lips. The astonished teen managed to push Keily away, but not before feeling a probing tongue inside her mouth. Beth stumbled, falling backwards to the floor and knocking herself on the head.

Keily was somewhat surprised at her own behavior but she felt so horny that she couldn’t help it. She was breathing heavily, looking down at the helpless teen lying unconscious on the floor. Keily had never been into girls; but watching Beth’s beautiful face, with her full lips partially open, she was so tempting; almost impossible to resist. Out of nowhere, an image formed in her mind and she knew exactly what to do. Keily pulled off her already damp panties and knelt down, straddling Beth’s face. Then she placed her hot pussy over her friend’s mouth and the feeling of the young teen’s warm breath blowing at her soaked pussy felt so incredibly good that an orgasm started to build up fast within her.

Suddenly, Keily gasped as she felt a strong contraction in her belly. Her muscles pressed inward, moving down to her pelvis. She remained still for a moment trying to sort out this new sensation. It felt like an orgasm but not quite. Then she felt another contraction. Stronger this time. Keily’s heart jolted with amazement by this delightful sensation. Before she could recover, a third contraction shook her body and clouded her mind.

Keily was again in some sort of trance, her eyes partially open, staring forward. The spasms continued for a few minutes. Within her haziness, she felt something sliding down her womb and into her vaginal cavity. She moaned. She couldn’t move but she didn’t want to move. It felt so good. All the time, her crotch remained firmly attached to Beth’s face.

Keily’s pussy became full from the inside while a white warm substance flowed out and dampened her pussy lips. Keily heard a squishy sound as her slit stretched open and something slipped out of her, pressing against Beth’s mouth and forcing its way in. The semi-conscious teen began to struggle as she was having trouble breathing but Keily didn’t care about anything but her own bliss. An overwhelming feeling of pleasure possessed Keily’s mind as the final orgasm approached relentlessly.

Then it happened. Keily exploded in ecstasy, her legs trembling around Beth’s head and another gush of fluid pouring out of her.

As the delightful sensation slowly faded and Keily’s mind was freed, she was able to lift her body and look down at her innocent friend. The brunette’s mouth was overflowing with a white fluid that looked very much like sperm. Beth’s eyes were half open with a blank stare. A gratifying sense of fulfillment rushed in Keily’s brain and she moved away from Beth.

After a short rest, Keily felt completely recuperated. Unfortunately, Beth showed no signs of recovering from her semi-conscious state. Keily grabbed the teen’s body and pulled her up, trying to wake her. Beth slowly came back to consciousness and tried to stand up, helped by her college mate, and managed to stand unsteadily.

“Beth? Are you ok?” Keily asked

“I’m ok. I feel tired,” Beth responded, unaware of what just happened to her. Her eyes still looked vacant.

“Come on. Let’s go to my room,” Keily said.

Beth followed her obediently and lay down on Keily’s bed.

Keily undressed her friend, and immediately after, the young woman fell sleep.

* * *

A few hours later, almost at midnight, Beth woke up, this time fully conscious. She was wearing just her panties. Keily woke up too and sat on the bed, turning the light on.

“What happened? Where am I?” Beth asked.

“You are in my room,” Keily responded, “you fell down in the library and knocked yourself out”.

“Oh yes, I remember,” Beth said, rubbing her head.

Beth also remembered the book she was reading. She blushed noticeably, looking around the room.

“Don’t worry. I put the book away,” Keily calmed her.

“Thanks…” Beth answered barely audible. She sat on the bed too, resting her back on the headboard.

“Keily, why did you kiss me?” Beth asked.

“I don’t know. I just couldn’t help it. Did that scared you?” Keily answered.

“Yes…I mean…I don’t know,” Beth said, lowering her head.

Keily observed that Beth’s nipples were erect, showing an unexplained excitement. She reached out and caressed one of Beth’s nipples with the back of her fingers. Beth gasped and opened her eyes wide but she didn’t move. Keily kept her hand caressing Beth’s creamy breast. The young woman stayed still, looking at Keily’s hand working delicately. The inexperienced teen, who was by then breathing heavier, felt a fire growing and intensifying in her groin.

Keily bowed her head forward, licking Beth’s oversensitive nipples. This made the teen moan and arch her back, pushing her tit against Keily’s face. Keily began to nibble the swollen teat as Beth grabbed her friend’s head, pulling her closer. It was the first time someone touched Beth’s breast and the teen had mixed emotions. She believed it was wrong to be caressed by another woman; but it felt so good, and she just lacked the strength or will to push Keily away.

Keily began to move down Beth’s body, pushing the sheets away, until she was over her crotch where she pulled her panties aside and started biting and sucking her clit. Beth jerked and automatically spread her legs. Her friend’s tongue was sending her closer to heaven every second. All feelings of guilt began to dissipate. She wanted more; she needed more. Keily’s tongue moved up and down Beth’s pussy lips and around her clit, then she nibbled it gently with her teeth like a true expert, giving no mercy to the teen.

Soon after, Beth’s body was contorting with the spasms of a strong orgasm, clamping Keily’s head with her legs. Electric shocks traveled up and down her arched spine as her climax thrashed her body. Finally, she fell flat on the bed, trying to catch her breath.

Keily looked at Beth and said, “I want you to do the same to me”.

Beth immediately jumped forward reaching for Keily’s pussy, pulling her panties off and sinking her face between her legs. Beth was very inexperienced but her eagerness was enough to compensate for it and she didn’t stop until her friend reached her climax too. Keily’s body shivered from head to toe for long moments until she crumbled exhausted on her back.

After that, both teens held each other in a lovers’ embrace, falling asleep for the rest of the night.

* * *

The next day, the girls woke up and started chatting enthusiastically, as if nothing happened the night before. Keily was considering telling Beth about the weird plant inhabiting the other side of the castle and after a while, she decided to tell her.

“Beth, can you keep a secret?”

“Sure, what is it?” Beth answered.

Keily started to share her new secret and Beth listened attentively. As she told her story, Keily noted that Beth’s eyes became glassy and her breathing accelerated noticeably. Something was happening to her.

“Beth… are you ok?”

Without a response, Beth fell backwards onto the mattress. She clutched her belly and slowly moved her hand down to her pussy, ripping her panties away. She massaged her crotch for a moment and turned over the bed, onto her stomach. Keily was staggered by Beth’s actions. The teen’s hips began to rock up and down slowly, rhythmically. It gave the illusion that someone was fucking Beth in the ass. Keily looked closely at her friend’s butt, and observed that her anus was leaking a thin thread of white slime that flowed down to her pussy lips. Beth was moaning in the most sensual way.

Then, to Keily’s surprise, Beth inserted one finger in her flooded anus; first just the tip and then the whole finger. Next, she inserted two fingers. Keily was fascinated watching the young girl fingering her own anal cavity. Beth kept waving her hips slowly with her soaked fingers buried completely in her rectum. After a short while, Beth stopped moving and pulled her fingers out. Immediately, Keily heard a squirting sound and saw a small pink-colored worm coming out of Beth’s anus. It was almost one inch wide and began the ripple its way out of the teen’s body. Beth was arching her back and her mouth was opened wide but she was silent, her eyes stared vacantly. Her expression revealed fear combined with pleasure, incredible pleasure. Keily jumped back startled as the slimy worm kept squirming out, inch by inch, while Beth reached back and spread her ass cheeks apart, facilitating the animal’s effort to escape from the tight space. Finally, after seven inches, it was completely free and slid down to the bed between Beth’s thighs, followed by a stream of thick white goo.

Keily witnessed with astonishment the whole episode, but far from feeling disgusted or scared, she felt a strange warm fascination toward the newborn worm. She reached over and lifted it carefully from the bed, admiring its flexibility. After a quick examination, she learned that the worm’s skin was soft but its body had a firm consistency. Her fingers got all sticky with the slime exuding from the worm’s body and it was the same white substance that she had seen leaking from her own pussy the day before and from Beth’s ass just moments ago.

The worm snaked through Keily’s fingers and moved closer to her face, waving in front of her eyes, dancing rhythmically. Keily watched its movement, unable to recognize the awkwardness of the situation. She felt strangely calm and lovingly attached to the creature squirming in her hands. Unexpectedly, the worm reached forward touching her lips, tapping at them. Keily was caught by surprise but she didn’t pull the worm away. She was again in some sort of trance. She willingly parted her lips and the worm crawled in, waving through her mouth and down her throat. The moment it touched her throat, Keily felt tickles spreading through her skin, around her neck, up to her face and to her brain. Keily saw the whole worm disappear between her lips as she felt the motion down her esophagus. Her mind was spinning and she felt waves of pleasure build inside her body. Her nipples were fully erect and her pussy began to dampen abundantly.

The worm kept squirming inside of her and as it reached her stomach, she felt it moving around for a moment and then it froze. She felt bloated and full but her belly was still flat. The fire in her pussy was raging. Her vaginal juices were dripping down her inner thighs. She was so excited, that she ended up turning Beth over and sitting on her face, just like she did the day before. But this time Beth was a willing partner and she instinctively complied with Keily’s needs, burying her tongue in the girl’s wet hole, until Keily exploded in a hard orgasm, plummeting satisfied on top of her friend. Beth’s face was smeared with Keily’s love fluids. Both teens relaxed for the rest of the day.

* * *

The new friends slept together again and the kissing and caressing continued well into the night. The following morning, Keily woke up very aroused. She felt a tickling on her lower abdomen that made her clitoris swell. The worm was lodged in her intestines and she could clearly feel it moving inside of her. Somehow, Keily knew that it was reaching her sphincter. She knelt on the bed, feeling hornier by the second.

As Beth had done the day before, Keily started rubbing her engorged clit, but soon she felt the need to stick her fingers in her leaking ass, first one, then two and three. Keily was easing the way for the worm to travel down and pass through her anus, thus providing her the satisfaction she needed so badly.

The worm did as expected but this time, it was wider and longer. Her sphincter was stretched harshly but, instead of causing her pain, it originated unbelievable bliss. The thickness of the worm only increased the flood of sensations that swarmed the teen’s brain as it moved out of her rectum. Keily could feel the slimy worm sliding and rubbing against her inner thighs as it writhed out. When the last of the twelve inches was leaving Keily’s body, she was almost going berserk from ecstasy. Finally, a strong orgasm ripped through her body, making her fall flat on the bed and her contractions helped to push out the fat worm. The animal was covered with the usual thick layer of white slime that also coated Keily’s ass and pussy.

Beth was observing the scene very closely, unconsciously rubbing her clitoris.

When Keily regained control of herself, she knew exactly what she had to do. At least she thought she knew. She lifted the worm from the bed and put it close to Beth’s lips, who quickly understood and opened her mouth with excitement. But nothing happened. To Beth’s disappointment, the fat worm didn’t slip inside her throat. Instead, it freed itself from Keily’s hand and crept through the bed, reaching the far end and curled around itself forming a slimy white and pink ball under the sheets. Both naked girls looked at each other confused.

At that moment, Keily’s best friend, Martha, knocked on the door asking if anybody was in. Keily motioned that Beth should hide in the bathroom while she slipped under the covers.

“Come in!” Keily said.

Martha walked inside and asked surprised, “Are you still in bed?”

“Yes. I was just getting up,” Keily responded.

Martha walked to the bed and jumped on it, lying next to her friend. Keily moved to the corner of the bed trying to hide the worm, but she felt the animal moving by her leg. Keily was discretely trying to find it beneath the sheets when Martha screamed as she felt something touching her calf and leaped out of the bed, pulling the covers along with her. Finding itself uncovered, the worm froze instinctively.

“What’s that?” Martha asked pointing at the motionless worm.

“Relax! I found it in an old closet. And I think you know what is it for,” Keily said with a grin on her face.

“Wow! Is it a dildo? It looks so weird!” Martha exclaimed.

“Of course it is” Keily replied. “Do you want to try it?” she added.

“Now? Are you crazy?” Martha asked surprised.

Keily and Martha often dared each other with things like this. They were friends since childhood and always shared their sexual adventures. Nonetheless, Martha was astonished by her friend’s bold proposal.

“I’ll give you anything you want in this room it you try it now,” Keily said daringly.

Martha thought about it for a moment. The situation was highly bizarre, but Keily did have a great collection in her room.

“Ok. I’ll do it for the gold pin with the eagle,” Martha responded.

“Ummhh. Ok, I’ll give the pin but then you have to take it in your ass,” Keily said.

Martha laughed and looked at the well-lubricated ‘dildo’ placed over the bed, thinking about the offer. She really wanted that gold pin.

“In my ass, eh? … Shit! I must be crazy but I’ll do it… but only the tip and you will stop when I tell you, ok?” Martha said.

“Ok,” Keily answered with a sneer.

Watching Keily grab the oiled worm, Martha pulled down her panties.

“Ok, Bend over the bed and I’ll stick it in your ass,” Keily ordered.

Martha would not admit it but she was a little excited about doing it. “We are so crazy,” she laughed nervously, bending forward. “Do it slowly, bitch!” she added.

Keily moved the worm near her friend’s anus and it began to squirm in her hand even before it reached the tight opening. The moment Martha’s tight hole was at reach, the slimed worm plunged forward, stabbing the first two inches. Martha sighed at the sudden penetration that stretched her anus but immediately she felt a heat wave spreading from her ass to the rest of her body. Tiny pinches spread all over her sphincter that made her clitoris swell instantly. The slippery snake pushed deeper; enlarging Martha’s rectum and making the teen gasp and arch her back. Her legs started to tremble while her nipples swelled, increasing their sensitivity. She grabbed her breasts as she moaned out loud. Martha felt the fat snake pushing farther inside of her and the teen got scared, pleading Keily to stop.

“Please no more… It is too big…” but incongruously, as she said that, she reached back spreading her ass cheeks apart.

Moments later, the whole animal squirmed completely into Martha’s body. The wide open gap of her anus closed slowly, dripping the residual slime down her thighs. The girl was dazed, staring at the wall in front of her. She was confused and dizzy. She assumed Keily had removed the ‘dildo’ from her ass but she still felt something moving in her guts. Martha didn’t care as an overwhelming urge to fill her cunt occupied all of her thoughts. She turned around and threw her arms around Keily, her eyes where begging her friend to ease the fire that consumed her whole body.

She was so bewildered, that she begged, “Now put the dildo in my pussy!”

She hadn’t comprehended that the ‘dildo’ was gone, swimming within her insides.

“Ok, you just lay down,” Keily said.

Keily walked away, leaving her dear friend rubbing her clitoris and twisting on the carpet. Keily retrieved a real dildo from a drawer and walked back to the girl. She positioned the rubber shaft outside Martha’s vagina and pushed the whole thing inside, effortlessly. The teen was so lubricated that the plastic cock slid in until it reached her cervix. Martha grunted.

“Ahhgg… yes!!! yes!! Fuck me!”

Keily used the fake penis to penetrate her friend for at least twenty minutes until the teen started bucking and thrashing on the floor. Her legs closed tightly trapping the dildo inside, while her body arched and bounced several times. Finally she stopped moving, completely exhausted. Short after, she fell sleep right there on the floor.

Later that day, Keily, Beth and Martha were sitting in the dining room with the rest of the girls, pretending nothing happened. Martha, who was usually was very energetic, now was very calm, eating slowly and quietly. None of the girls noticed this except Keily. She observed her friend attentively and detected when Martha started to breathe faster and stopped eating at all. Martha and Keily’s eyes locked. The teen’s eyes glazed and she parted her lips just a little, as if she was about to speak. But no words escape her mouth. Instead, a thin line of sticky white goo began slowly to flow out, dangling from Martha’s lips and sliding down her chin. Before anyone noticed, Keily stood up and walked around the table, grabbing Martha’s arm and leading her out of the room.

“Excuse us. Martha is not feeling well. She needs to lie down,” Keily said.

Isabel, the school nurse, immediately stood up and followed the girls down the hall to Keily’s room.

“What’s wrong with Martha? Let me look at her…”

Martha was lying on the bed, breathing heavily and staring to the ceiling. Isabel knelt on the floor beside the bed and Keily stood right behind the nurse. Suddenly, Martha ripped her blouse open and exposed her breasts to the nurse. It was evident that her nipples were fully erect, which caught Isabel’s attention. Martha grabbed one of her breasts and moaned quietly. The nurse was astonished by the student’s behavior. Martha’s belly contracted and a broad stream of white fluid gushed out of her mouth, coating the pillow below her head. The substance was thick and sticky. Isabel got suspicious of its strange resemblance of human sperm.

“Is it your belly? Does your stomach hurt honey?” Isabel asked.

Martha only responded by sticking out the tip of her tongue, which gave way to something else. The slime covered worm slowly irrupted out of the teen’s mouth. Isabel gasped with horror.

Keily grabbed the nurse’s shoulders and urged her, “Isabel, help her!”

“Oh my God! What’s happening?” Isabel cried.

Martha clenched the sheets and arched her back, her eyes rolled back into her head as several inches of the fat coated snake slipped out. Keily grabbed Isabel’s head and pushed her forward, closer to Martha. Isabel screamed. Without warning, the worm moved swiftly, invading the young nurse’s mouth, keeping her quiet.

The instant Isabel felt the intruder smash on the back of her throat, she felt lightheaded. Despite its thickness, the worm pushed harder and entered the girl’s esophagus. Isabel couldn’t breath but, oddly, she was not chocking. Her lungs were filled with air regularly. It was even stranger when she realized that, in spite of her panic; her nipples were rising underneath her bra. She looked at Martha’s face, the teen’s eyes were still rolled back and white cream was pouring out of her mouth as the worm’s body slipped between her lips. Martha was bucking her hips up and down excitedly.

Keily watched both girls bonded together by the snake and couldn’t help to feel aroused by it. She moved forward and caressed the worm’s skin as it entered Isabel’s mouth. Isabel felt the tickles in her throat as the worm moved down inside her. She was losing her mind when the snake reached her stomach, and it was then when the other end of the snake finally left Martha’s mouth. It slapped around the nurse’s face, scattering white fluid all over, whilst it completely disappeared inside Isabel’s body. The nurse’s lips and chin were dripping slime and a sweet taste rushed on her tongue. Keily kneeled behind Isabel and wrapped her arms around her. Isabel just let herself go, falling back unconscious on Keily’s chest.

At that moment, Beth entered the room and helped Keily lift the nurse and place her on the bed, beside Martha. They stripped the nurse completely noting that her pubic hair was shaved in a sexy V shape.

“Umm, Isabel must be dating someone. Her pussy looks so sexy like that,” Beth commented happily.

Keily saw Isabel’s skin bulge intermittently around her abdominal area as the worm moved and accommodated within. Martha came back from her trance; her face still smeared with goo, and saw Isabel’s naked body lying beside her. The nurse erect nipples were an invitation she couldn’t refuse and almost automatically leaned over to lick them. She also noticed the small protuberances rising and disappearing on Isabel’s abdomen and playfully she started to kiss wherever they bumped up. Beth was laughing like a little girl at her friend’s game. In the meantime, Keily was observing them and thinking about the whole situation. It seemed that in order to grow, the worm had to pass through a woman’s body, and each time, it had to be a different girl.

But why? she thought.

* * *

A few hours later, the nurse woke up and the first thing she did was to slip two fingers in her burning pussy and started to masturbate. Whatever the worm was doing inside of her had awakened her passion to new limits. Beth saw her and came to help with the big dildo in hand, inserting it in Isabel’s lubricated tunnel. The nurse welcomed it with delight and pushed it deeper until it was banging at the bottom of her pussy. Martha stepped forward too and jammed her mouth on Isabel’s clitoris, nibbling and pulling it with her lips and teeth. This proved to be too much for the nurse and soon she was climaxing harder than ever. She finished her exertions exhausted and fell sleep right after.

This sexual outburst gave Keily another clue to decipher the process of the worm. As long as it remained inside a girl, it administered something that kept the host either very tired or very excited, and this last state helped to increase to possibilities to find a new host when it was time to leave the female’s body.

Just before midnight, Keily heard Isabel moaning softly again and turned on the light. Isabel had her legs wide open and was rubbing her clit. Keily knew what was going to happen next. She looked closer at Isabel and distinguished a tread of white slime leaking out of her anus. She also knew that she had to find someone else to be the worm’s host. Isabel kneeled over the bed and looked at Keily straight into her eyes. A squishy sound echoed in the room as a gush of thick fluid poured from Isabel’s rectum spreading over the bed. The worm’s head crept out of her anus stretching it unbelievably wide. Keily sat on the bed near Isabel, never losing eye contact with her.

“Ahhhhh…It feels so good…” the nurse said softly.

The worm kept slipping out while Isabel kept moaning and panting. Almost three inches wide, Keily could not understand how a creature that big could fit in Isabel’s slim body. The worm’s tail finally came out, followed by another waterfall of white fluid leaking from the nurse’s hole. Keily admired how much her ‘baby’ had grown; at least three feet long. The worm was curling and creeping around the bed, looking for something and Keily knew what it was.

Keily grabbed the worm and told Isabel to put on a robe. The ravished nurse was confused but she didn’t care. Her mind wasn’t hers anymore and she just did as told. Maybe she could convince Keily to let her have to worm inside her ass again. Isabel recovered quickly and obeyed her new friend, following her into the hall. Keily instructed Isabel to wake up a girl, any girl, and invent an excuse to bring her to the Principal’s office.

Isabel woke Monica, a pretty brunette, and told her that someone was calling her on the phone urgently. She led the teen to the designated place. Monica was so sleepy, that she didn’t bother to wear anything but her panties and her bra. Ten minutes later she was laying over the Principal’s desk with half the worm up her ass and the two girls holding her down. She tried to scream but Martha was covering her mouth. As soon as they noted Monica’s vacant stare, they released her and only cries of pleasure escape from the new host’s mouth.

Early the next day, Keily was watching over Monica, who was still knocked out from her overwhelming exertions, and she noticed that her abdomen looked swollen. This didn’t happen to the girls before her, but maybe it was because the worm was so big now. Soon, a tread of slime showed up on her lips and slithered down to the pillow. It was time. Monica coughed, waking abruptly as a gob of slime spilled from her mouth and the worm’s head slipped through her lips. The whole thing crept out, not without an extreme effort from the young woman. For a moment, Keily thought that the teen was not going to make it. The worm was too wide and almost four feet long. Monica finally expelled the snake out of her body and fell flat on the floor, facing up. Her eyes were open but she was out of this world. Beth and Isabel tried unsuccessfully to bring her back to consciousness but even after several hours she was still comatose.

The worm had dragged itself under the bed and stayed there the rest of the day. The girls, including Keily, where too worried about Monica to take care for the snake.

Chapter Three: The Tendrils Pod

Later that night, Monica woke up, asking what had happened to her. She could not remember anything after she entered the Principal’s office. Isabel explained the whole experience to the girl, and, far from being frightened she wanted to see the worm. Isabel insisted that she eat something first, and the girls went to the dinning room, Keily stayed behind, thinking.

Keily was concerned about the worm. After the incident with Monica, the situation was getting dangerous and she didn’t want to hurt anyone. She had to make a decision about the animal’s fate.

Keily found the worm under the bed, surprised to see that it had changed shape. It was shorter and stouter, with its length only two feet but now it was at least 6 inches wide. Keily pulled it out and placed it over the bed to study it. Now the animal resembled a watermelon. The skin was different as well, displaying a pale pink color, partially covered by the usual layer of white slime. It smelled delicious, just like the plant it came from. The pod seemed to breathe, contracting its form like a lung.

A squishy sound caught Keily’s attention as a small opening appeared in the upper side of the pod and a little tendril came out. It was very thin an about five inches long. Slowly, the tendril fattened and grew as more slime was pumped inside of it. Soon, it was nine inches long and two inches wide. It resembled the pink phallus from the plant; Keily’s plant. It definitely looked like a penis waiting to be mounted and Keily got the message. Just the smell of the creature excited her. The girl stripped and jumped onto the bed, straddling the pod. The tendril detected the proximity of the girl’s anus and aimed without delay. Keily gasped as she moved down and the tendril penetrated her sphincter. Immediately the fire started to increase in her body. The deeper the tendril went, the more she wanted inside of her. She could feel the tentacle expanding her rectum as it moved forward. She felt like she was in heaven as her ass cheeks finally rested onto the baggy pod and the full nine inches were impaling her body. The teen could feel it squirming around, rubbing and stretching her insides.

Martha entered the room and looked at the strange scene. She got closer and Keily looked back at her with infinite passion in her eyes. She barely managed to say between pants; “It… has… change…”

Martha was thrilled by the new form of the animal and soon realized that there was a phallus coming out of it and penetrating her friend’s ass. When Martha was in reach, Keily grabbed her friend and pulled her closer, holding her tight. Martha felt Keily’s erect nipples rubbing against hers, building her own excitement. Martha kissed her friend on the mouth, sticking her tongue inside. The moment their lips touched, and incredible rush overcame Keily’s brain. Her body started to shake as the waves of pleasure increased. Her brain became too overwhelmed and her arms went completely limp. Only muttered grunts escaped her mouth.

Martha broke the kiss recognizing that something was happening to her friend. She had to support Keily’s feeble body. Suddenly, a huge surge of white fluid gushed out from Keily’s mouth, spilling over her tits and belly. Keily looked vacantly at Martha, her mouth wide open and her tongue slightly sticking out. Then, the teen’s eyes rolled back into her head as a wide tendril came out. Martha was only a few inches away from Keily’s mouth and the tentacle reached out for Martha’s lips.

Martha opened her mouth hesitantly. The moment she felt the phallus go down her throat, all doubts disappeared and she opened wider to allow easier access. The thing went down fast and hard, just like Martha’s self control. The teen felt it moving inside of her, pushing her insides outward. An incredibly rush crammed her brain. The tentacle’s motion pulled Keily a little forward and Martha bent to meet her. Both girls’ lips jammed together in a slimy kiss as the tendril slipped between them. It thrashed about inside the girl’s bodies until finally, it came out of Martha’s ass. When the teen felt her anus widen delightfully, she believed she had reached the greatest bliss possible, but she was wrong. The tendril twisted around and penetrated Martha’s vagina, deeply and harshly. This was too much and her body exploded in a mind-blowing orgasm that drove her to unconsciousness. Martha fell forward, pushing Keily’s body backwards until they were lying over the bed, one on top of the other, bonded together by one long tentacle.

Keily was vaguely aware of her friend’s exertions as her own bolts of lights were blasting behind her eyes and her orgasm reached the core of her brain, staying there for long moments. Her body shook uncontrollably, pinned down by Martha’s weak body. She wanted to scream out her pleasure but her throat was completely blocked out. Then, her mind went beyond its limits, fading out too.

Isabel and Beth walked into the room and saw her friends lying together, penetrated from top to bottom by the tendril. They tried to help them but the ravished girls needed no help. On the contrary, they wished to remain like that forever. Although, the living thing pumping below them had other plans, and proceeded to extract the tentacle from the girl’s bodies. Lots of slurping sounds and flooding slime accompanied the process until the teens were freed and rolled off the pod to the side, barely cognizant. The pink slimy ball had grown again and its tendril waved around as it retracted inside its main body.

The sight of that lubricated rod moving in front of her brought Isabel the necessary stimulation to strip down and jump over the bed. Needless to say the ‘animal’ wasted no time before plunging inside her rectum. Beth followed the nurse and soon enough, they were impaled just as her exhausted friends had been moments before.

This set the tone for the following days. More girls were ‘introduced’ to the creature or to be more exact, the creature was introduced into them. In the following weeks, every girl that was old enough to endure the overwhelming sex, became part of the orgy. The pod was getting bigger every day and now it looked like a cocoon at least five feet long and three feet wide. It seemed to be packed with the same white slime that overflowed in and out of the girls but, there was something else in there. There was a barely distinguishable figure developing inside.

Chapter Four: The Newborn

More days passed. Connie, one of the younger girls, was mounting the large pod. She had a wide tentacle buried in her ass and an even wider one entrenched in her pussy. She was hopping frenetically as her head bounced freely over her shoulders. Both phalluses were vibrating inside of her body, providing her exhilarating pleasure. She was bucking up and down, then back and forward so strongly, that it seemed the poor girl was going to break apart.

Suddenly, the huge cocoon below her collapsed and gallons of white slime splashed across the floor. Connie fell forward but she didn’t hit the ground. She landed over something… or someone. Upon hearing the loud noise, Keily rushed to the room. She removed the two tendrils from Connie’s ass and pussy and helped her to stand up. The pod’s broken skin was now dispersed all around the floor and on the young teen.

Keily looked down and saw someone else; a girl, lying on the floor, completely covered with a thick layer of slime.

“Who is she? Who was in the room with you?” Keily asked.

“Nobody. I was alone…” Connie answered, still bewildered from her interrupted bliss.

Keily wiped off the goo from the girl’s face but she couldn’t recognize her. She had never seen the young woman before. Suddenly, she knew! The girl was the mysterious figure developing inside the cocoon! She was the plant’s offspring.

Keily knelt down to see if she was alive and she noticed a fat tentacle buried in the girl’s pussy. Keily grabbed the limb and tried to pull it out, but it was firmly attached to the young teen’s body. Keily pulled harder and it finally withdraw a few inches, causing a slight spasm in the mysterious girl. Keily stopped for a second and then continued removing the tendril. Connie was astonished to see twelve inches had already slid out of the slim woman’s body and there was still more to come. Keily kept pulling. Abruptly, the mysterious teen threw her head back and coughed, expelling a gob of white fluid from her lungs. Finally, after an incredible length of nineteen inches, the tentacle was completely out.

More girls walked in and Connie explained excitedly what just happened. They helped Keily to carry the plant’s offspring to the bathroom. They cleaned the girl meticulously and brought her back to the bed. They all observed the teen carefully. She had acquired the best features of every girl that was fucked by the cocoon. She was the image of perfection with a slim body, perfect breasts, long legs …everything was flawless.

The young girl started to wake up. She opened her big blue eyes and looked around. The girls were curious to see what the pretty teen was going to do. But she did nothing. Keily approached and helped her sit on the bed. The confused girl looked at everything intently, trying to learn about her surroundings. Keily encouraged her to stand on her feet but when she was almost up, the newborn lost her balance and fell backwards on the bed. Watching the girl, Keily quickly realized that the she was like a baby who would need to be taught everything.

Keily decided to name her Flower, which was appropriate considering her origin. In the following hours, Flower quickly learned how to walk. That night, the teen stayed in Keily’s room while everyone went to their rooms to sleep. Keily was eager to teach the teen about sex. She already knew that Flower’s body was different in some way. A normal girl could never fit nineteen inches of a long phallus in her pussy as Flower did.

Keily also suspected that there should be a reason for Flower’s existence. If sex was the reason, Keily was determined to find out. Keily stripped and laid on the bed next to the girl, admiring her perfect naked body. Keily caressed one of Flower’s nipples and it immediately hardened. So far, so good. Then she moved her hand lower and touched Flower’s pussy. It was warmer than normal and it was extremely wet. Flower’s clitoris turned red and stood up significantly as the young girl looked lovingly into Keily’s eyes.

The teen started to moan softly and her eyes turned hazy as Keily positioned herself between Flower’s legs and inserted one finger into her pussy. It was not tight at all. She then inserted two, then three fingers. Flower was panting now and she responded by opening her legs wider. Keily tried to introduce her whole fist and it went in almost without effort. White slime was pouring out from Flower’s pussy and lubricating the warm tunnel. Keily pushed harder and her hand penetrated deeper until it reached the teens cervix. This was amazing for Keily; she could feel the teen’s muscles pressing softly at her hand and wrist.

When she tried to pull her hand out, Flower grabbed her arm tightly, encouraging her to stay there and then pulled her arm deeper inside. Keily understood the message and pushed harder. Her hand moved forward, past her cervix and into Flower’s womb. She was buried up to her elbow. It felt so weird and so pleasant at the same time. Somehow, Flower’s body was constricting Keily’s whole arm rhythmically, like trying to squeeze juice out of it. She could even see the bulge on Flower’s belly where her fist was. The mysterious girl was out of her mind, making strange noises, arching her back and her eyes rolled back into her head intermittently. Keily was truly amazed by the elasticity of Flower’s body but the strong pressure that she felt in her arm was beginning to hurt and she pulled it out, not without a big effort. Flower was breathing heavily and looking down at Keily with adoring eyes.

* * *

It had been several days since Keily last visited the plant. Several girls wanted to join her and she decided to take Flower along. Keily wanted to know how Flower would react when presented to her parent.

When they arrived at the plant’s room downstairs and turned on the lights, Keily was staggered. The plant had grown too. The center phallus was now bright red and it measured at least twenty inches long and four inches wide. The room was saturated with the intoxicating plant odor and all the girls’ bodies immediately showed signs of arousal with nipples swelling and vaginas moistening abundantly.

Keily approached the plant hesitantly, followed closely by Flower and the rest of the girls. Beth and Martha stepped just inches from the plant and inhaled its scent deeply. Then, both girls licked the gooey tube filling their tongues with the pleasurable taste. Their eyes were glassy as they dropped to the floor and began sucking and swallowing the substance that formed a puddle around the plant’s base.

Flower was spellbound looking at the plant just three feet away from her. Her pussy was leaking slime already, which glided down her inner thighs and legs to the floor. Keily became aware of this and it was then when everything started to make sense. Only a girl with the flexibility of Flower could fit a pole as big as the one displayed now on top of plant.

Keily moved behind Flower and pushed her forward until she was standing right next to the plant. She made the girl step up over the big green trunk of the base and straddled the plant’s phallus. The bulged head was positioned only two inches below Flower’s dripping pussy. A few drops of white slime fell from the girl’s cunt over the tip of the red tube and instantly the big ball below began to contract like a breathing lung, almost making the girl lose her balance and fall.

Keily grabbed Flower by the hips and forced her to sit down on the extremely wide phallus. The first inch penetrated through her pussy lips easily, extracting a loud gasp from the young girl. But as the rod got wider, it became difficult to slide it further in. Flower was breathing heavily and she was eager to be fucked by her parent but she was afraid. She thought that the huge pole could hurt her. Keily pushed harder, almost letting her whole weight press down on the newborn. Flower’s pussy adjusted slowly and stretched, letting the first seven inches fill and expand her vagina. The teen screamed but Keily knew she could handle more. The plant’s oil was taking effect on Flower, replacing her fear with excitement and the teen began to moan as the fire in her pussy spread through her entire body.

Keily asked Isabel to grab one of Flower’s legs while she grabbed the other, and instructed the nurse to pull down hard. Flower’s insides squished and an abundant river of slime poured from her pussy down the shaft. The slim body yielded to the large phallus as she was impaled deeply, past her cervix. Flower screamed in pleasure throwing her head back and clutching her abdomen is at accommodated the enormous mass inside her womb. Flower’s belly was distended and the shape of the tube was clearly visible to the astonished girls sitting around on the sofas, their pussies dripping wet from their own excitement. Some of them joined Martha and Beth on the floor, satisfying their hunger for the tasty plant sperm.

When it was impossible to push the rod further in, Keily and Isabel released the teen’s legs. Immediately, Flower wrapped her legs around the plant’s base and started to move back and forth, or at least tried, since she was so deeply impaled that she could barely move. Her muscles were clasping down on the plant’s penis, stimulating it. After several minutes of frenetic seizing of the girl’s cavity, the plant began to shake, starting from the base and moving up. The girls were impatient to see what was next and they didn’t have to wait for long.

The big trunk at the base contracted hard as Flower opened her eyes wide and stiffened her arms and legs outwards. A loud spurting sound trembled across the room and a waterfall of a greenish fluid burst out of the teen’s pussy as her belly bloated even more. A second spurt, and the teen threw her head back as a fountain of the same substance erupted from Flower’s mouth, coating her chin and tits. Then another one. The girl’s arms were limp now, dripping the slime that slipped from above. Her anus was dribbling the fluid too. Flower’s eyes were blank and half closed, but she was still conscious. There were noises coming from inside the teen’s body. She tried to moan but all she did was to spill more slime out of her mouth. Even her nipples were leaking drops of the substance that formed greenish lines down her perfect tits. Evidently Flower’s body was completely saturated with the slimy goo.

The atmosphere was so intoxicatingly sexual, that the rest of girl began to caress and play with each other. Fingers were invading pussies and rectums. Tongues battled with tongues. The orgy lasted more than an hour and the whole time, Flower remained impaled over the huge phallus in a state of constant ecstasy. Finally, the plant tube bent forward and the teen fell to the dampened carpet. Her flexible body regained her slim form right away except for her belly, which remained distended, resembling a four-month pregnancy.

It was getting dark and Keily decided it was time to go back to their rooms. Four girls picked up Flower’s flaccid body and carried her all the way to the dormitories, being careful not to be seen by the gardener, who was working nearby.

Flower’s belly bloated noticeably the following days. Her mind was learning fast and soon she was able to pronounce the names of most of the girls. Strangely, she wouldn’t eat or drink at all. Her pussy was frequently leaking white slime but except for this and the swollen belly, everything seemed normal.

As the days went by, Keily noted that small bumps were forming and growing inside Flower’s abdomen. On the forth day, something happened.

It was past midnight when Keily, who was sleeping next the Flower, was awakened by a loud sigh. She opened her eyes to see Flower in the middle of a violent orgasm. She was bending up and down, her legs were shaking and her belly was contracting with strong spasms. Then, with a squishy sound, a green globe the size of a chicken egg escape Flower’s pussy and fell onto the bed. The teen recovered promptly from her previous bliss and grabbed the egg carefully with both hands. Keily was kneeling naked on the bed observing the rounded object presented to her. Flower moved the egg down and closer to her friend’s pussy. Keily didn’t move. Flower pressed the egg against Keily’s pussy lips until they yielded and the green sphere slipped inside, stealing a moan from the teenager’s mouth. Keily felt the small object move up her vagina, leaving of trail of incredible heat. The ball continued its journey past the teen’s cervix, making her gasp, and then it planted itself inside her womb. Keily was rewarded with a mind-blowing orgasm that almost threw her off the bed.

The following night, the scene repeated but instead of Keily, Isabel was the one attaching an egg to her womb. Over the next two weeks, Flower gave birth to fourteen eggs and fourteen girls became hosts for the green spheres. After the impregnation, Keily and the girls presented all the normal characteristics of a pregnant woman. They had a difficult time trying to hide their state from the school personnel. The embryo growing inside their bodies provoked aggressive orgasm on daily basis. These climax exertions left the girls totally spent but they couldn’t wait to experience to next one. They had to be careful not to be caught shivering in a rather public place like the cafeteria, since their secret would be uncovered.

Flower finally started eating, but her only food source was the girl’s full breasts. She sucked eagerly on the girl’s nipples, often helping to bring the impending orgasm of the day.

Four weeks later, Keily’s pregnancy period was completed. She was in the middle of a blissful orgasm when suddenly her pussy poured out a great amount of slime, followed by a greenish bag the size of a cucumber. The bag ripped open as it touched the ground and to reveal a small plant. It was an exact tiny replica of Keily’s plant; a green stem with a small rosy tube extending out.

At last, the purpose of the whole process became evident to Keily. The plant was unmistakable a male and it had a complicated way to use alien forms, in this case women, to reproduce itself. Flower was the plant’s female partner; created resembling her alien hosts to blend perfectly in the community. Once the plant entirely filled Flower’s body with its greenish sperm, she would be responsible to give birth to the embryos. And finally the embryos will grow inside any woman’s womb, since fourteen embryos would never fit inside Flower’s body, no matter how much it could expand.

When Flower’s sperm supply was empty, she just made another visit to her male in the eastern wing and the breeding process started again. In the following weeks all the women in the building, including teachers, cooks, and cleaning staff, were part of the cycle.

Several months later

Two girls were walking outside the school grounds and looked at the garden on the other side of the fence.

“Look a those beautiful plants! Let’s buy one!” One of the girls said to the other as she pointed to a set of flowerpots perfectly aligned near the main gate.

The small plants were growing like a normal earth plant. A sign was placed next to the plants that read: “Exotic plants for sale”.

The End.

Note from the author: There is a 3D graphic version of this story.

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Melody, obeying her daddy’s naughty plan, gets her sister out of the house to have wicked fun at the park.

Becoming Daddy’s Good Girl
Chapter Eight: Good Girl’s Naughty Task
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016
I wanted to scream and shout and moan as loud as I could as Daddy rammed his huge cock into my eightteen-year-old cunt. He had me pinned against the shower wall, the spray crashing into his back, a steamy mist wafting over me as I humped and wiggled and enjoyed every second of his dick slamming into my barely legal depths.

My daddy fucked me. I was his good girl. His sex slave. My choker lay on the bathroom counter. The only time I could take it off was in the shower. He gave it to me Saturday night while Mommy watched, proud that I was Daddy’s good girl.

So I should be able to scream my head off. I didn’t have to hide it from Mommy. Not when she was sitting on the bathroom counter, watching us, fingering her shaved cunt, her large tits heaving as she savored her impending orgasm—a gift from Daddy.

We could only cum when he commanded us.

Water was getting everywhere with the shower door open, but Mommy and I would clean it up later. Daddy wanted an audience as he fucked me this morning. My fingers scratched at his back as my pussy clenched down on his wonderful dick. His groin smacked into my clit each time, shooting sparks through me. My nipples rubbed on his wet, muscular, tattooed chest. He was a hunk. A gorgeous man.

I loved him so much.

And I wanted to scream it to the world.

But my fraternal twin sister Alice was in the house, sleeping in her bedroom. She wasn’t Daddy’s good girl—yet. She had to be worked into it. She was a…rebellious girl. A sarcastic, defiant, bratty girl who also yearned to be spanked over and over by her daddy until she exploded in orgasmic delight.

Like she had yesterday when Daddy spanked her with his belt for being bad on her trip to our grandparents with Mommy. It had embarrassed her to cum in front of the family and she fled to her room. I went there and comforted her.

And not in a normal, sisterly way. I seduced her.

My pussy clenched on Daddy’s cock remembering the sweet delight of fingering her pussy while she rubbed mine and then our passionate sixty-nine. Her pussy tasted so wonderful. We came so hard together.

“Yes, yes, Daddy,” I moaned as his balls slapped into me. “May I cum, Daddy? Please, please.”

“Yes, may the little slut cum on your huge cock, Sir?” moaned Mommy, plunging three fingers from both her hands into her pussy, stretching her shave cunt wide apart. Her tits heaved as she shuddered on the counter. “The little whore needs it. Our daughter is a cock-hungry slut, aching to cum. Will you let her, Sir? I know how much you love to feel her cunt spasm on your dick. Such a naughty Daddy.”

“Slave, you brought her into the bathroom for me to fuck,” he growled. “You’re fingering your whore-cunt as you watch your daughter writhe like a slut on my cock. What does that make you?”

“The naughtiest mother in the world.” She threw back her head, bit her lip, and came hard. Juices squirted out around her plunging fingers, adding more mess to the floor that had to be cleaned up.

“Yes, Daddy, she’s such a wicked mommy,” I moaned. “Oh, please, Daddy, let me cum on your big, thick, hard cock. Please, please, please. Your dick is the best, Daddy. I love it.”

“Isn’t that the sweetest thing to hear from your baby-slut, Sir?” moaned Mommy.

“Yes,” growled Daddy. “You may cum, slut. Cum on Daddy’s cock. You’re just a whore for my dick.”

“I am, Daddy.”

I bit my lip to keep from screaming my head off and wakening Alice. My cunt spasmed about his dick as the pleasure roared out of my nethers. The bliss flooded through me. My arms and thighs tightened about his body, clutching him with every ounce of my passion as he rammed his hard cock over and over into my pussy. The pleasure swelled, consuming my thoughts.

“Daddy, yes!” I screamed, forgetting that Alice’s bedroom butted against the Master Bedroom. She was sleeping on the other side of the wall—a bad girl for not waking early enough to wash Daddy in the shower and help him get ready for work. “Oh, Daddy, cum in me!”

Daddy slammed my depths. He growled my name and unloaded his incestuous seed into me. The same seed that fertilized Alice and me into Mommy’s womb. I groaned, trembling, my nipples rubbing on his chest as my spasming pussy milked out every drop.

“Daddy, Daddy,” I sighed over and over as the pleasure retreated. “Oh, Daddy, what a wonderful shower.”

“And now we get to wash him clean,” grinned Mommy, hopping off the counter.

The master bath’s shower was big enough for three—I had a feeling that Daddy knew what he was doing when he redesigned it a few years ago. It was cozy. I bet we could even fit Alice in here and have a family shower orgy.

Since making love to Alice yesterday, my outlook on her changed. She didn’t annoy me. I mean, I always loved her—she was my sister—but she got on my nerves. She was messy and disobedient and defiant. But now I was helping Daddy tame her and transform her. It was exciting. I felt so close to her.

When we finished showering, Mommy and I presented our chokers to Daddy. He put them back on us. It felt so wonderful feeling the gold chain tight about my throat, proof that I was owned by my Daddy—his sex slave. “Melody, Daddy’s Good Girl,” was inscribed on the back unicorn charm that dangled in the hollow of my throat.

Mommy wore a heart-shaped locket.

Then Mommy and I combed and braided our hair. Daddy liked braided hair. Alice would have to grow her hair out to make a proper one. While we did that, Daddy shaved and readied himself for work. He dressed into his suit, the long-sleeves of his shirt hiding his tattoos. He still looked strong, though, the shirt stretching over his muscles.

In some ways, he was even sexier in suit and tie then blue jeans and a tight t-shirt. Still rugged, but cleaned up, ready to dominate the office like he dominated at home. Mommy cooked breakfast while I sat out the plates and made coffee. We attended Daddy like his servants, Mommy wearing her conservative, fifty-housewife garb while I wore one of the short skirts, naughty panties, and low-cut blouses Daddy picked out when we went shopping.

I was pouring his coffee when Alice stumbled in, bleary-eyed, her tawny hair a bushy mess in need of combing, wearing a pair of booty shorts and a baby-doll T-shirt, her stand sleep garb. She winced when she sat down at the table, her cheeks reddening as the pain reminded her of her embarrassing orgasm—well, it was embarrassing to her, the rest of us loved watching her cum—in front of Daddy and Mommy yesterday.

“Morning,” she mumbled, not looking anyone in the eye. Even after I comforted her, she had stayed in her room last night, too embarrassed to face our parents—particularly Daddy—after revealing her true desires.

I finished pouring Daddy’s coffee and sat down while Mommy fixed up Alice with a plate. Alice looked enough like me that people could tell we were sisters, taller than I was and slimmer, her breasts smaller, not round like mine but little mounds. Her hair was lighter than mine and Mommy’s brown, but our faces were very similar—we had a lot of Mommy in our looks, though we had Daddy’s ears.

“And you are going to do your chores, right, Alice?” Daddy said after sipping his coffee. “You won’t leave it all for your mother and Melody.”

The threat hovered in the air. Obey or be disciplined. Alice squirmed on her seat, a flash of defiance crossing her head. Then she glanced at me and sighed, “Yeah, Dad, I’ll do my chores.”

“Then we could go hang out at the park,” I told her. “With Sun.”

Alice’s eyes flicked to me. “Oh, I thought me and you could hang out in my room. I have a few new teen magazines we could look out.”

“What’s this?” Mommy said, arching an eyebrow. “Are my two munchkins getting along? What changed?”

Alice blushed and I grinned, “Oh, we talked last night. After the spanking. It was very—”

“Nice,” spluttered Alice, giving me a look. “Nice. That’s all. It was a nice conversation. Right, Melody? Nice. I wouldn’t mind continuing it today.”

“But it’s such a nice day,” I grinned. “And we don’t want to annoy Mommy all day. The park will be lots of fun.”

My sister glanced at me, her eyes widening and color spotted her cheek. “You mean…we could talk at the park? With Sun?”

I nodded my head. I had orders to follow. I called Sun last night and she was eager to help us out.

“Okay,” Alice said, a huge grin on her face. Then she grabbed a piece of bacon and took a large, crunchy bite.

I glanced at Daddy and he gave me the slightest of nods. He finished his coffee. “Excellent breakfast as always, June. You did good.”

“Thank you, dear,” Mommy answered. She said dear in the same breathy way as Sir. Before the last few days I never noticed it. Around outsiders, and Alice was still an outsider to our lifestyle, she used dear in place of Sir.

Daddy nodded his head, noticing, and Mommy had a happy smile on her lips. She stood up with him and walked him to the door, snagging his briefcase like she did every morning. I turned my head, watching them. They kissed in the entrance way and Daddy whispered something, like he always did.

I now knew he whispered his instructions for his slave to carry out.

Mommy came back, a sway to her hips, and she sat down. She finished off her orange juice and glanced at Alice. “You look like a haystack. After breakfast, take a shower and tame it. I don’t want my daughter looking like a vagabond.”

“It’s the latest look, Mom,” Alice said. “No effort. Just bushy hair. All the boys love it.”

“Boys your age love anything a girls does in the hopes of getting into her panties. You’re combing your hair not to impress boys but to not to embarrass your father and me.”

Alice stiffened at father. “Fine, Mom. I was going to anyways. You don’t have to nag.”

“Do I need to talk to your father when he gets home tonight?”

“Maybe.” Alice took another bite of her bacon.

“Fine,” Mommy said, voice tight. “Wash your plate when your done, too. It’s one of your chores, Alice.”

Before, I would have been annoyed with my sister, but I could see it in her eyes. She wanted another spanking, maybe another orgasm. She was a pain slut, taking after our mother. I grinned, my pussy growing hot. Today would be so exciting.

Chores were done. The women were in charge of the inside of the house and tending to the flowers outside the house. Daddy was in charge of the lawn. He looked so sexy pushing the lawnmower, muscles bulging.

Alice dawdled on her chores. Mom kept catching Alice fooling around on her phone instead of working. Mom would arch an eyebrow and say, “Another thing to talk to your father about when he gets home,” and Alice would pretend to be frightened, but I could see that naughty glint in her eye.

How did I miss it?

After lunch, we were cut free and I sent Sun the text. It would have been earlier, Mom made Alice clean the bathroom three times until it was up to standards. Alice had a scowl on her face when we stepped out into the summer sun. She threw a look over her shoulder, “Bitch.”

“Alice, that’s our mother,” I gasped.

“She’s a nagging bitch. I don’t know how Daddy puts up with her.”

“Oh, you do,” I said as we reached the sidewalk. “I think you know just what Daddy wants from Mommy.”

Alice frowned, glancing at me and the braid then to my choker. “Did Dad give you that?”

“He did. My reward.”

“For doing all of Mom’s work.” Alice gave a wicked giggle. “I bet you were so eager. Huh? Bet you were hoping he would call you to his bedroom, pin you down, and fuck you as hard as he fucks Mom.”

“You’ve seen them fuck?”

“Once. Their bedroom door was cracked open. Mom was on her stomach, gasping and grunting, while Dad fucked her from behind, his ass pumping, his muscular body glistening.”

“He is sexy,” I agreed. “And, yes, that thought crossed my mind.”

Alice arched an eyebrow. “Would you have fucked him?”

“Wouldn’t you?”

“Oh, you are such a naughty slut,” my sister laughed. “How did I miss it? All that pretending to be a good girl. You’re just a randy little thing. I bet you would have let him fuck you just as hard.” She sighed. “But Dad never would.”

“Why not?”

“We’re his daughters.” She looked around. “Incest is illegal. He would never touch us.”

“And if he would…?”

She bit her lip, her flip flops smacking against her feet. She shifted, her combed hair bouncing about her shoulders. She wore a pink tank top and a pair of jean shorts. They weren’t as tight as they could be nor as short. She didn’t wear a bra, proven by the dimples made by her nipples as they hardened.

“It wouldn’t happen,” she repeated, a stubborn cast to her face.

“I didn’t say it would. Just asked if you would do it?” I leaned in, my hand taking hers. “It’s not like you were shy with me last night.”

“But incest?” she asked, her voice strangled. “With Dad?”

“It was incest between us. Yummy, delicious, sisterly incest.”

“Damn, Melody, you are wild. How do you have that sweet, innocent face when you’re such a pervert?”

I laughed and squeezed her hand.

We reached the park ten minutes later, the day growing warmer. Sun lounged on a bench, legs spread wide in a pair of daisy dukes that hugged her crotch, creating a delicious camel toe, a bikini top covering her small breasts, leaving her tanned-olive skin exposed. She looked up, her short, black hair swinging around her delicate face.

“Hey, sluts,” Sun greeted, hopping off the bench and racing over. She threw her arms around my neck and gave me a hot kiss right on the lips.

I returned it, savoring the feel of her nubile body rubbing against mine. Alice gripped my hand tight. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her jaw drop. She knew I had a relationship with Sun, but the reality shocked her. It made my pussy even hotter as Sun shoved her tongue into my mouth and gripped my ass through my skirt.

“Mmm, it’s good to see you, Sun,” I smiled, blinking my eyes.

Sun gave a wicked laugh and lifted my skirt. “Ooh, love the panty choice, Melody.”

I wore a pair of gray, lacy, French cut panties. They were delicate, my flesh showing through the pattern. You could easily tell I was shaved. Sun lifted my skirt higher so Alice could see. My sister glanced and her eyes widened.

“Melody, when did you get panties like that?”

“When I went clothes shopping with Daddy the first Sunday you and Mommy went to grandma and grandpa’s.”

“And Dad let you buy those?”

I winked at my sister. “He approved everything I chose. I modeled these for him, too. He loved me in them.”

My sister’s eyes bugged. “You’re fucking with me. He wouldn’t do that.”

I just laughed and put my arm around Sun’s shoulders. “So, what are we doing today?”

“Being naughty,” laughed Sun. “I need to get laid. I think there are a few guys around here that fit the bill. Want to watch?”

“Yes,” I nodded, glancing at my sister. “You up for that?”

“Watching Sun pick up a guy and fuck him?” she asked, her eyes widening. “I thought we were…going to…talk. Just talk.”

“Is that code for licking your sister’s pussy?” Sun asked.

Alice’s cheeks went crimson.

Sun laughed. “Wow, Alice, you are so cute when you get embarrassed. All that confidence and bravado just evaporates. Mmm, I masturbated so hard last night when Melody told me all about the two of you. I wish I saw it. A little sister-on-sister action. Hot.”

And then Sun broke from me, threw her arms around my sister’s neck, and kissed her hard. Alice went rigid for a moment, her eyes glancing at me. I grinned at her. She relaxed, eyes closing, and kissed Sun back. Their tongued danced for a moment and then they broke away.

“Wow, you’re a good kisser,” Sun grinned. Then she seized both our hands. “Come on, I need to get plowed.”

“Here?” Alice said. “At the park?”

“Public sex is the best sex,” Sun nodded her head.

“Didn’t you fuck a guy at the zoo?” I asked. “You mentioned that.”

“Yep. In a little alcove in the reptile hall. It’s so dark in there. He slipped into me from behind and fucked me hard. Ooh, I came. We finished right before this family walked by and caught us. Damn, it was the best.”

Alice shook her head.

“I’m an exhibitionist. Having an audience really gets me off.” She clapped her hands. “And two sisters watching is quite the audience.”

We walked through the park, Sun on the look out for the right man to fuck. The park was large. It had a playground at one end, then plenty of trails that wound round the edge, passing several ponds, before ending at the baseball diamond at the far end. I saw Sun glance at the pitcher’s mound and I knew what she was imagining—Daddy fucking her right there.

“He looks cute,” I said, nudging Sun and nodding to a man jogging by. “Muscular, rugged.”

“Almost like your Dad,” grinned Sun.

Alice rolled her eyes. All our friends had a crush on Daddy. They had good taste in men.

“How are you going to get him?” I asked as he jogged away.

“Charm,” Sun answered. “We just have to be ready for him to come back around. I bet one lap isn’t enough exercise from him. The trail’s not that long.”

It was a Monday, so not as many people were in this part of the park. The children were all at the playground and the adults were mostly at work. Sun moved us down the trail and smiled. She pointed to a little bench off a side trail beside a pond. “You two watch from there. And don’t be afraid to have your own fun.”

“And what are you going to do?” I asked.

She winked at me as she headed to her position on the trail. She leaned against a tree just out of sight and peeled off her top. I blinked in shock. She was definitely being bold. Alice and I took our position on the chairs as Sun leaned against the tree, cupping her small mounds, her nipples dark and hard.

“Holy shit,” Alice said, squirming on the bench.

“Uh-huh,” I said as I watched Sun shimmy out of her jean shorts. Then she threw them onto the trail, baiting her trap. She was completely naked, her right hand sliding between her thighs and fingering her pussy.

“What if someone else sees her?” gasped Alice.

“I don’t think anyone else is jogging,” I said, twisting my head on the bench. I could see the trail wrapping around this section of the garden, glimpsing it through the gaps in the trees and flowering foliage. Through a gap, I saw the jogger. He still had three-quarters of the trail to jog before getting to Sun.

“And she’s masturbating.” Alice squirmed again, pressing her thighs together.

I put an arm around her shoulders. “Getting a hot cunt?”

“Yes,” she moaned. “Look at her. She’s fearless.”

“She gets what she wants. If you’re afraid, how can you experience your desires?” I leaned into her and nuzzled at her neck. “How will you get to be with Daddy if you’re scared he won’t want your hot body?”

“Melody,” she groaned. “People can see us.”

“I know. Sun’s right, this is hot.” Then I kissed my sister on the bench. I slid my hand up her tank top and cupped her small breast, rubbing on her hard nipple through the cloth. It poked at the fabric and against my palm. It felt so wicked.

She shuddered and writhed on the bench. She sounded so naughty as she sighed into the kiss. My tongue brushed her lips then entered her mouth. Our lips moved together as Sun’s moans echoed through the woods.

She was watching us first.

I slid my hand down her tank top to the hem and shoved beneath it, lifting up the cloth. I brushed her firm mound as I broke the kiss. Alice’s licked her lips, her dark eyes wild as I leaned down and sucked on an exposed nipple.

“That’s it,” Sun shouted. “Ooh, Melody, you wild slut.”

Alice stiffened as I nibbled and sucked on her nipple. The bench creaked as she squirmed. She let out a plaintiff moan. Her hands pushed on my shoulders. But not hard. It was more reflexive, her fear fighting with her desire.

So I sucked harder.

She gasped, her moans so sweet. I sucked and nibbled on her nipple while my hand stroked down her smooth stomach. Birds chirped in the air around us and a breeze brought the scent of the nearby roses. I breathed it in, mixed with the smell of my sister’s lavender body wash.

Her stomach tensed beneath my fingers as I moved lower and lower. She moaned my name and then gasped as my fingers reached the snap of her jean shorts. I popped it and her hands pushed hard enough on my shoulders to move my mouth from her tit.

“Melody, stop,” she gasped, her fly undone, the zipper rasping down exposing her pink panties. “What are you doing?”

“You have a hot pussy,” I grinned. “Look at Sun masturbating. Doesn’t that make you hot? Don’t you want to have your cunt fingered?” I slipped my fingertips beneath the elastic waistband of her panties, feeling her warmth. “Huh?”

“But…” She glanced around. “There’s the jogger. He’ll see us.”

“He’ll be distracted by Sun,” I purred, pushing my fingers in deeper and deeper, caressing her shaved pudenda on my way to her pussy. “Relax.”

I turned my head. The jogger approached, so handsome in his tight, blue tank top and shorts. He was younger than Daddy, rugged and handsome. His arms pumped with an effortless motion as he jogged.

Then he froze. He spot the jean shorts on the trail. He glanced around as he moved to them. Sun let out a huge moan of pleasure, fingering her cunt faster and faster. The jogger heard her, his head snapping through the trees, cocking to the side as he spotted her.

“Miss?” he said, his voice half-strangled. “Miss, what are you doing?”

“Masturbating,” Sun answered. “Want to watch me?”

The jogger picked up her jean shorts and turned towards her, his back to my sister and me. I shoved my hand deeper into my sister’s panties and brushed the wet folds of her pussy. She gasped and shuddered as my fingers brushed her clit peeking out of her folds.

“See, isn’t that nice?” I purred. “Now we can watch and have fun.”

“Melody,” she protested while the guy stood rooted to the spot watching Sun. I couldn’t see my friend, but I could hear her.

“Oh, yes, keep watching me,” Sun moaned as my finger stroked up and down my sister’s wet slit. “Ooh, I love a handsome stud watching. I’m going to cum so hard for you. Oh, yes.”

“Fuck,” the guy groaned, his head snapping around again. “You really shouldn’t be doing that.”

“Yes, I should,” Sun moaned, her voice throaty. “You love it. You love watching my fingers plunge in and out of my hot cunt. I bet you wish it was your cock.”

“Holy shit,” he said then let out an amused, disbelieving, shocked laugh. He looked around again. “I’m being punked. How old are you?”

“Old enough,” Sun moaned. “Oh, yes, you are a hunk. I love a guy with muscles.”

“Shit,” Alice whispered beside me. “She’s a complete slut.”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded. Sun liked to play with Daddy, but she could never live the life of a sex slave. She could never be Daddy’s good girl for longer than a few hours. She wasn’t submissive enough. It was a game for her.

Not a passion, a need.

I rubbed harder at my sister’s pussy, grinding the heel of my hand on her clit as my fingers brushed her hymen. I was careful not to break it—Daddy would get that joy. My sister shuddered and then her hand shot between my thighs and rubbed at the crotch of my lacy panties.

I smiled, shuddering. Daddy gave me permission to cum today with Melody. My sister rubbed fast, hard, but almost without thought. Her attention was entirely focused on the bemused man running his hand through his buzzed-short, blond hair, the muscles in his arm rippling.

“He’s as ripped as Dad,” whispered Alice, her fingers digging my panties into my pussy.

“Uh-huh,” I moaned, pleasure rippling through me. My panties stretched tight over my clit. The deeper my sister worked them into my pussy, the harder it pressed on my nub. I squirmed, my toes curling in my open-toed sandals while my fingers danced up and down her slit.

Pleasure spread out of my pussy, propelled by my sister’s fingers. It was so hot to finger each other in the park. Someone could see us. We weren’t as daring as Sun, but it was just as exciting. I bit my lip, stifling my moan.

And then Alice shoved my panties to the side and buried her fingers into my cunt. I moaned, leaning back on the bench as two digits plunged into my dripping depths. My sheath clenched down on them as she pumped them in and out of me.

I loved my sister’s delicate fingers in my cunt.

“Damn,” the guy said again. “You are wild, girl.”

“Uh-huh,” she moaned. “Oh, yes, keep watching. I…I’m fucking cumming. Yes, yes, yes. Holy shit, watch me. You’re making me cum so hard.”

“Jesus, you’re squirting,” groaned the guy.

“That’s how hot you make me. Oh, yes. Keep watching. I’m…I’m…fuck!”

Sun’s final shout startled the birds overhead. They took to the air, winging through the trees to find new perches away from the crazy, masturbating Korean slut. Sun’s moans grew softer as her orgasm passed through her.

“Oh, that was a delicious appetizer,” she groaned.

“Damn, she’s a slut,” Alice hissed, fingering my pussy hard and fast. Her fingers dug so deep into my flesh.”

“Uh-huh,” I groaned, grinding the heel of my hand on my sister’s clit, my fingers rubbing harder at her pussy lips. “Just the biggest. You should have seen her cum on a vibrator in the middle of the mall. Right at the fountain.”

“What?” gasped Alice. “Fuck.”

And then my sister came as Sun purred, “Come fuck me. I need that cock in me. I know you’re hard. I can see it. You look huge. Just what my pussy needs.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Alice groaned, her fingers twitching in my cunt as her face contorted.

I planted a hot kiss on my sister’s lips, keeping her from screaming out her bliss and startling the guy. She moaned into the kiss as her juices flooded around my fingers, soaking into her panties. Her tongue thrust into my mouth, her free hand wrapping around my neck, pinning me in place.

“How old are you?” the guy asked again.

“What do you care?” Sun laughed. “You just want to get that dick wet. And my cunt is dripping. Come and fuck me.”

Alice spasmed harder, her orgasm intensifying. Her fingernails dug into the back of my neck, her tongue buried into my mouth. Her fingers spasmed in my pussy. Her thumb swiped my clit as she twitched. She exhaled through her nose, almost snorting as the pleasure roared through her.

And then she groaned and fell back, breaking our kiss. “Oh, my god, that was amazing.”

I grinned at her and purred, “Now make me cum, sis.”

“Yes,” she gasped and her fingers rammed deep into my cunt.

The guy, looking down the trail a final time, moved to Sun, still holding her jean shorts in one hand. My friend let out a throaty moan. Her hands yanked down his shorts and boxers in one go and then she gasped in delight.

“Oh, yes, this is a cock,” she moaned.

“I wish I could see it,” I panted as Alice’s fingers worked in and out my cunt.

“Uh-huh,” my sister nodded, squirming as my fingers kept dancing up and down her pussy.

“Mmm, I want that cock,” moaned Alice. “I need a cock. It’s not fair that you lost your virginity first.”

“Just rub my clit and we’ll find you a man later. But not here. The park isn’t special enough.”

“Yes,” she hissed, her thumb sweeping across my clit.

My pussy clamped down on my sister’s plunging fingers. My groaned, my breasts jiggling in my top. The guy pinned Sun to the tree and her thighs wrapped about his legs. He held her ass as he thrust into her pussy.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Sun moaned. She was too short for her head to appear over his shoulder. “Fuck me. Fuck my barely legal, eighteen-year-old cunt!”

“Shit,” groaned the guy, his muscular ass flexing as he rammed his cock over and over into my friend’s cunt. “Damn, I can’t believe it.”

“Believe it,” moaned Sun. “Now fuck me. Ram that dick into me. Oh, yes. I want that cum flooding my snatch.”

“Are you on the pill?” groaned the guy.

“Maybe,” she laughed. “You might be breeding me.”

“Shit,” the guy and Alice said at the same time.

He fucked her faster, pounding her as Alice’s thumb pressed harder on my clit. I groaned, my legs spasming as the pleasure built in the depths of my core. Every time her thumb rubbed, sparks flared and my pussy clenched.

I stared at the guy’s ass as it thrust forward, slamming his dick over and over into Sun’s cunt. Her legs were wrapped tight. I knew she was thrusting up into him, eager for his cock to carry her to another screaming orgasm.

“Yes, yes, fuck my cunt,” hissed Sun. “Oh, you fucking stud, yes. I’m going to cum so hard on your dick.”

“Yes, you are,” I moaned, my pussy churning, my orgasm trembling through me.

Alice pressed her lips to my ear. “Are you going to cum, slut? Your pussy is so hot. Ooh, my sister has a hot cunt.”

“I am going to cum,” I hissed. “Keep doing it. Oh, yes, Alice. Keep fingering me. I love it. I never want us to stop this.”

“No,” she moaned, her thighs clamping about my fingers rubbing on her pussy. A shudder ran through her. “You are such a slut, Melody. Love you.”

Those words sent me over. My eyes widened. My pussy spasmed on my sister’s fingers. I bucked on the bench, clamping my jaw shut to keep from screaming out my pleasure. The trees above me spun over my head. The birds sang in joy at my sisterly orgasm. I groaned, drunk on this moment, humping into my sister’s fingers. My clit exploded beneath her thumb.

The bliss crashed into my mind. I loved it. I moaned through my clenched teeth. Alice nibbled on my ear. Her lips so hot. She tugged on my earing, purring and moaning. She was such a wonderful sister.

“Oh, Alice, love you,” I gasped as my orgasm peaked.

And then I crashed down onto the bench.

“Oh, you have such a hot cunt,” Alice purred, pulling her fingers out of my pussy and up to her lips. She sucked on them.

I grinned at her and pulled my hand out of her shorts. I brought my sticky fingers to my lips, licking them as I watched the finale of Sun’s sex act. I savored my sister’s sweet musk, licking up each digit as Sun howled her bliss.

The guy’s ass flexed. He drove his cock into Sun’s depths. They grunted. My sister and I giggled as he flooded Sun’s cunt with his cum. He thrust two more times while Sun kept gasping and moaning in wordless delight.

And then he was done. He pulled out of her, stepping back and pulling up his shorts and boxers. He looked around, shoulders hunched, then he dropped her shorts and just bolted, which made my sister and I laugh.

We raced down to Sun as she bent down, her legs shaking, his cum pouring down her thighs, and snagged her jean shorts. She pulled them on, wiggling them up her ass. “Wow, that was hot. Who wants ice cream?”

“You are such a slut,” Alice laughed. “And didn’t you get enough cream when he came in you?”

“You can never have too much cream,” Sun winked. She bent down, swiping her fingers up a line of cum smeared on her thigh and popped it into her mouth.

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We hung out with Sun for another two hours, just laughing and talking about typical teenage girl things—boys, clothes, music, boys, gossip—before I leaned over to Alice and whispered, “I think Mommy’s had to go grocery shopping. The house should be empty. We could go talk.”

Sun giggled and winked at us. Then she mouthed “call me” behind my sister’s back. I nodded my head. She deserved to know how the next part of the plan went.

Alice and I raced home, giggling and holding hands, a rosy flush to our cheeks. We copped feels whenever we thought we could get away with it, squeezing tits, smacking asses, and rubbing crotches. We were both soaking wet when we got home.

We burst into the house. Mommy wasn’t on the couch watching one of her afternoon soaps—she often relaxed to those once the housework was finished. Alice grinned at me and we raced upstairs. Only when we got to the top, did we both pause as a loud smack echoed down the hallway.

“You’ve were such a bad girl,” the strong voice of Daddy said.

Crack!

“I’m sorry, Sir,” Mommy moaned, her voice breathless.

Alice froze on the stairs. Our parent’s bedroom door was open. You could see the foot of their bed. Daddy sat on it, naked, his body muscular. An equally naked Mom lay across his lap, her ass bright red from his spankings, her shaved pussy on display, drenched with her juices.

“Holy shit,” squeaked Alice. “Why’s Daddy home?”

Crack!

“I had to come all the way home from work to deal with this mess,” Daddy growled.

“I’m so sorry, Sir,” moaned Mommy, squirming more.

Crack!

“You better be sorry, slut. I had a meeting I had to miss out on.”

Crack!”

Alice’s eyes were riveted on the scene. Her small breasts rose and fell in her tank top. She squirmed her hips, her thighs rubbing together. One hand clutched the top of the stair’s railing as she stood transfixed.

“You wish that was you?” I whispered in her ear.

She nodded her head slowly, unable to pull her gaze away.

Crack!

“I’m so sorry, Sir,” moaned Mommy, her ass bright red. She squirmed more. “Spank me. I was such a bad girl!”

“Jesus,” whispered Alice. “Jesus, she loves it.”

I didn’t say a word. I knelt behind my sister, my hands reaching around her waist. I unsnapped her jean shorts. She didn’t resist as I drew them down her hip, exposing her pink panties. The crotch darkened by her juices. I smelled her sweet musk.

I pulled off her panties next. I stared up at the swell of her ass, still faint welts from her spanking yesterday crisscrossing her pale cheeks. Her pussy was a tight slit, her vulva plumped and flushed, juices beading.

Crack!

“You will be a good girl, slave. Even if I have to spank you all night.”

Crack!

“Yes, sir! Spank me as much as I need.”

“Yes,” whispered Alice.

I grasped my sister’s butt-cheeks, pulling them apart and exposing her sphincter. I leaned in, licking at her backdoor, savoring the sour flavor of her ass while Daddy’s hand cracked over and over on Mommy’s ass. Alice’s hips wiggled, pressing back into my licking tongue while my right hand slid down her butt cheeks and between her thighs.

I rubbed at her dripping pussy.

My fingers slid through her plump vulva, nudging her clit and rubbing on her hymen guarding the entrance to her pussy. I tongued her sphincter harder, loving the sour flavor of my sister’s ass. She moaned again, butt-cheeks clenching and relaxing.

Crack!

“Yes, yes, spank me, sir,” moaned Mommy. “Oh, yes. I’m so close. May I cum, sir.”

Crack!

“She’s asking him…?” whispered Alice.

“Have you learned your lesson, slut?” growled Daddy.

Crack!

“I have, sir. Please, let me cum.”

“Yes, let her cum, Dad.” Alice wiggled more. Her sphincter clenched against my tongue.

I loved it. I rubbed at her clit, sending flutters through her body as my tongue pressed into her asshole. It resisted, fighting my tongue. She would need butt plugs to get her ready for Daddy’s big cock. And then my tongue forced into her bowels.

Oh, she tasted delicious.

Crack!

“Please, sir,” begged Mommy.

“Please, Dad,” echoed Alice.

Crack!

“You may cum, slut,” growled Daddy.

Crack!

Mommy screamed as her pleasure exploded through her. Punishmentgasms were intense. My pussy clenched in envy. I tongued my sister ass and rubbed her pussy, keeping her hot and excited as she watched our mommy cum like a pain-slut on Daddy’s lap.

“Shit,” groaned Alice. “Shit, shit, shit. She’s cumming. She’s cumming.”

“Just like you did,” I whispered between licking rims.

“Oh, yes, yes, yes,” moaned Mommy. “Thank you, Sir. Thank you for letting me cum, Sir. I love you, Sir.”

“I love you, June,” Daddy said. “Now Alice.”

My sister squeaked, her asscheeks clenching hard about my face. I couldn’t see, but I knew Daddy was staring right at my sister. She trembled, a whimper of half-lust and half-fear escaped her lips. “Y-yes, Dad.”

“Your mother told me you back-talked her this morning, shirked your chores to play with your phone, and had to clean the bathroom three times to get it correct.”

“I…I did, Daddy.”

“Get in here and get across my lap. You need disciplined, too, young Lady.”

A wave of lust went through me. It was time for Alice to become Daddy’s good girl. Would she submit and discover all her fantasies? Or would she rebel? I trembled, waiting for my sister to react.

To be continued…

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Faust sends three big man to feed and humiliate Abigail while Britney waits for her best friend to wake up as a vampire.

The Vampire’s Kiss
Chapter 5: Feeding the Fangwhore
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2015

The angel Aurora trembled. Her wings fluttered. She had crossed over from the Ether into the material world and intervened on the vampire Damien D’Angelo, preventing him from killing the youthful Mary. Instead, the Angel twisted him to turn Mary into a vampire.

“It…it was the only way to keep him on track,” Aurora spluttered.

Gideon’s eyes were wide behind his glasses. The more scholarly angel swallowed. “I…I…you didn’t have permission for the intervention, Aurora.”

Aurora glanced at the vampire fucking Mary on the couch of his house, his lips sucking her blood. Mary would still die. I’ve condemned her to a life of undeath. I’ve chained her soul in the same prison that binds Damien.

Aurora wasn’t sure what had driven her to break the rules. She was normally such an obedient angel. But the last few weeks, working towards the plan of finally taking down one of the greatest threats to the mortal world had weighed on her. Faust Crespo, the vampire that had turned Abigail and unleashed her upon Damien was foul and loathsome. He had made deals with a filthy demon, buying protection and allowing his commercial empire to flourish while no mortal hunter, the Knights Venator, were allowed to hunt him.

But Heaven had finally found a way around the demon’s protections. When Faust sent into motion his plan of revenge on Damien and Abigail D’Angelo for killing numerous vampires Faust had sired, it gave Heaven their window.

And at every turn Aurora’s plan failed. She couldn’t stop Abigail from entering the high school and falling into Faust’s trap. She couldn’t prevent Damien from returning to his home and falling into Abigail’s trap. Now that Damien had been turned, the plan was tenuous at best. But his desire to reclaim his wife and avenge the cruelty Faust inflicted burned hot in the vampire.

But only so long as he didn’t fall into the pitfalls of a new vampire.

“If he killed Mary, more would have died,” Aurora pleaded to Gideon, desperate for justification. I had to do the right thing. I’m an angel. I don’t perform acts of evil. This had to be good. “This had to be the right thing to do. I saved lives.”

“But what about the consequences?” Gideon groaned. “You intervened without permission. Every time we intervene, a demon is allowed an equal intervention. You broke the rule. There is a demon out there that will use this to cause great harm.”

“But…” Aurora’s voice faltered. “I couldn’t let Faust get away. And…and…demons break the rule all the time. They intervene without permission. And we’re forced to clean up the mess, like with Faust.”

“But if we don’t follow the rules of creation, who will, Aurora?” Gideon pushed up his glasses. “We’re angels. We do not break the Covenant. We—”

“Aurora,” a commanding voice boomed around her, light flooding down from above. “Report for judgment.”

“But I was just doing the right thing,” Aurora hissed before she rose to Heaven.

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The demon Jezebel shuddered as she lurked inside Father Augustine’s soul. The priest had given into his sin and had violate the sanctity of his church by fucking the young temptress, Mary Daniels, on the altar. That unholy act had cracked his soul open, allowing the demon to slip inside and possess him.

The demon had such wicked plans for the Father. I will twist you and make you an agent of the very thing you loathe, Father.

The priest enjoyed her presence inside his body. She gave him such stamina. Right now, he fucked Joy, the first of the woman to fall beneath his spell. She wouldn’t be the last. The priest corruption would spread.

Jezebel could feel the delight of Father Augustine ramming his cock into Joy’s asshole as she squirmed on the altar. It was like Jezebel had a dick of her own while possessing the priest. The demon drank in the priest’s pleasure, savoring the tight, hot grip of Joy’s greased asshole as Father Augustine fucked her hard.

“Let me feel that slutty hole cum on my cock,” the priest moaned.

Yes, hissed Jezebel in Father Augustine’s soul. Fuck the whore. Her body tempted you. She made you hard. You have no choice but to fuck her sinful body.

“Your body temped me, whore,” Father Augustine groaned. “You made me hard.”

“I’m so sorry, Father,” gasped Joy, the blonde shuddering as her orgasm built. Her asshole clamped down hard on the priest’s dick; Jezebel shuddered in delight. “Cum in me then teach me to fight evil.”

“Yes,” groaned Father Augustine. “I shall.”

You shall be my instrument to fight evil, groaned Jezebel, her soul consuming the bliss. The pressure built at the tip of the priest’s cock.

“You shall be my instrument to fight evil,” gasped the priest. “And more shall follow.”

Jezebel savored the priest’s wicked thoughts. Images of all the beautiful woman of his parish flashed through the priest’s mind: Abigail, Mrs. Lawson, her daughter Britney, Mary, Samantha, Mrs. Anders, and more. He wanted them all.

They all shall be yours. Especially Abigail.

“Hallelujah,” groaned the priest as he slammed his dick deep into Joy asshole.

Jezebel shuddered in Father Augustine’s soul as the priest climaxed in the whore’s asshole. The demon savored the powerful, explosive blasts of cum erupting out of the priest’s dick. Every blast sent a ripple of bliss through Father Augustine body and the demon’s soul.

“Yes, yes, yes,” gasped Joy. “Oh, thank you for coming in me. It’s so hot. I love it. I—”

For a moment, the world shuddered. The demon was rocked by the powerful, spiritual intercession that happened only a few miles away. An angel had intervened without the sanction of Heaven. Jezebel shuddered at the possibilities open before her.

I have free rein to do something so naughty, Jezebel gasped. Not waisting her opportunity, she dumped her power into the priest. He would be an even greater weapon than she could possibly have hoped for.

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Abigail D’Angelo crashed into the large, Black man that had entered her bare room, the walls undressed cinder blocks and the floor a concrete slab, in the bowels of Faust Tower. The vampiress wasn’t afraid of the three men that had boldly walked into the room she had hid out the day since being brought to the room by her Sire, the vampire Faust.

They were here to feed her. She hungered for the blood roaring through their veins. Beneath the men’s hard muscles were networks of veins, arteries, and capillaries spreading that life-giving fluid through their bodies.

Abigail needed it. She hadn’t fed since turning her husband last night at Faust’s orders.

Despite the three men’s size—they were all powerfully built men and moved with the confidence of fighters—Abigail was unafraid. Even before becoming a vampire she would not have been afraid. Now that she had a vampire’s strength and speed, she knew she could take all three men. She was as fiery as her red hair. She never shirked from danger, not even in high school when she helped kill her first vampire.

That same vampire had been one of many that Faust had sired. Their deaths had triggered Faust’s plan to kill and turn Abigail, culminating in the dawn’s sun burning Abigail’s husband to a crisp. A part of Abigail mourned her husband. She loved him, but the bulk of her was under the compete domination of Faust.

She was his slave and would do anything for him.

Abigail’s sharp fingernails lunged for the Black man’s throat. A quick tear and his blood would gush out on the floor. A waste, but she had two other men to feed off. She needed to disable one of the men as fast as possible.

The Black man’s arm lashed out faster than a human should have reacted. He snagged her reaching hand and twisted, throwing Abigail into the bare, cinder block wall. She bounced off and landed on her feet in a low crouch.

“The fangwhore is feisty,” the blond man laughed, his voice thick with a German accent. He stroked his hard cock. “We are going to feed and fuck you hard.”

“So just be patient, darlin’,” the third man, his hair buzzed short like a soldier and his voice twanging like a man from Texas. “Don’t you fret. Your hot cunt will get a chance to enjoy all our cocks.”

“And your asshole,” laughed the Black man.

“If you want to fuck me and not die, then you better subdue me,” Abigail purred, growing excited at the prospect of sex and violence.

Her pussy ached. Her nipples were hard. The three men were gorgeous. Hard cocks jutted at her, full of blood. The salty musk of their precum filled her nose. All three men had a slightly different flavor.

Abigail licked her lips; she had a banquet to feast upon.

She feinted, slashing her sharp fingernails at the German. He moved his muscular leg back, pivoting to dodge her attack. She twisted away in the blink of an eye and threw herself at the Texan. She crashed into his muscular torso, her fingernails clawing at his chest. Long, bleeding trails covered his sculpted peck.

Her lips thirsted. She leaned in and licked up the bloody wounds, her teeth aching to sink into his throat and bleed him dry. His coppery blood warmed her tongue, but it was only an appetizer. She reached his neck and sank her teeth into his flesh.

“Damn,” the Texan moaned. “This fangwhore is one hungry vixen.”

Abigail’s pussy clenched as the hot, salty flood of jizz filled her mouth. It spilled over her lips in a gush, running down to her heaving breasts. Her dusky-pink nipples were covered in the vermilion as she feasted while she ground her hot cunt into his rippling abs. Her thighs wrapped tight around his waist as she fed.

“Enough of that, slut,” growled the Black man.

Abigail screamed as the Black man ripped her mouth away by her hair. He was strong. She hissed at him, bending her body, her breasts thrusting above her. She released her legs from the Texan and flexed her body, twisting in the air and slamming her thighs around the Black man’s head, griding her pussy into his face. Her breasts rubbed into stomach as her hands grasped his cock.

She squeezed.

“Bitch,” the Black man moaned into her pussy.

Hissing in delight, Abigail brought his ebony cock to her lips. Her fangs sank into the tip. His moans of pains turned into grunts of delight as her vampire venom flooded the man’s blood stream. She sucked the tip of his dick, the salty precum and coppery blood mixing in her mouth.

Abigail bobbed her head as she hung up down, the Black man’s arms holding her while his thick lips and bold tongue licked through her pussy adorned with trimmed, fiery pubic hair. Her thighs kept a firm grip on his neck as she undulated. Her teeth nipped his cock, bringing more moans from his lip and more blood pumping into her hungry mouth.

How can he stay hard with his cock bleeding? Like air leaking from a punctured tire, his dick should have lost pressure and went limp.

But it didn’t. He stared hard and throbbing in her mouth.

Abigail really didn’t care why. She was drunk on blood. It was salty and delicious, feeding her hunger. Her fingernails clawed at the black man, bringing more blood welling. It dripped down his thighs and smeared in her hands.

“Look at that fangwhore feed,” whooped the Texan.

And why aren’t you dead? I ripped out your carotid artery.

A hot shudder ran through Abigail, driving away her puzzling thoughts. The Black man’s lips latched onto her clit. His teeth bit, shooting delicious pain through her body. Her pussy clenched as her sensitive bud was savaged. The blood filled her belly. She moaned about his cock as her orgasm rippled through her body and her juices squirted into the Black man’s face.

“The fangwhore just came,” growled the Black man. “Fuck, she’s sucking my cock so hard.”

“Flood her mouth,” the German laughed. “Give her more than blood to drink. A slut like her wants cum as much as blood.”

Abigail sucked hard on the cock in her mouth. Their words were so nasty. She loved them. The Black man nipped her clit hard. Her pleasure crashed through her again. She moaned about the Black man’s thick dick as her juices squirted into his hungry mouth. His cock throbbed in her mouth.

His cum erupted.

Salty, thick, delicious jizz. Abigail moaned as she drank it down mixed with the man’s blood. Her teeth nipped again as his cock flooded her mouth with cum. Her hips bucked, grinding her pussy hard into his lips as she swallowed down the delicious mix of flavors.

“Fuck,” the Black man grunted. “The fangwhore knows how to suck cock.”

“But can she fuck?” laughed the German.

“Let’s find out.” The Black man suddenly let go of Abigail.

As she came, her thighs relaxed. She gasped and twisted as she fell, managing to land on her hands and toes. She hissed, blood matting her breasts and face. More smeared across her hands, leaving bloody prints on the floor.

The Texan stroked his dick. Blood sheeted down his rippling chest to his stomach, but the wound no longer bled. He had somehow healed.

“Familiars,” Abigail hissed, realizing what the men were. Virgins who had been nearly bled to death by a vampire then fed the vampire’s blood. The ichor in a vampire’s undead blood would devile their purity and change a familiar, granting them faster healing, greater strength, and almost continuous supply of blood for the vampire. “Does Faust fuck your asses when he feeds from you?”

“We do whatever the Master wants,” the Texan drawled. “Just like you, whore.”

“So yes,” mocked Abigail.

The Texan’s jaw throbbed and his knuckles cracked. “He’s watchin’ right now. He wants you fucked up and fucked.”

His fist was a blur, catching Abigail by surprise. The vampire gasped in pain as it cracked into her head, knocking her onto her belly. She moaned in delight, savoring the pain. Before she could get up, the German seized her red hair and smashed her face into the concrete floor.

Abigail’s moan was orgasmic.

“That’s what a I thought, whore,” the German grunted and rammed his cock straight up her unlubed ass.

The pain hurt almost as much as having her head slammed into the floor. Abigail discovered something about her, something that becoming a vampire had changed. Pain was as ecstatic as pleasure.

“Fuck my ass,” she hissed, bucking into his painful thrusts, drinking in the burning agony.

The German slammed her face into the concrete again as he buried his cock hard into her asshole. The concrete floor could only momentarily hurt. There would be no bruisers or scraped skin. Only something truly pure—holy water, white oak, blessed silver, salt, sunlight—could actually hurt her.

Everything else was merely a new experience to enjoy.

“You like my cock fucking your ass, fangwhore?” snarled the German. “I bet you do. Did your husband ever fuck you this hard before you killed him.”

“No,” snarled Abigail. “Pound my ass. Make me cum, then I’ll drink every drop of your blood.”

“You can try,” laughed the German.

His hand pressed on the back of her neck as he pounded his cock in and out of her asshole. Abigail’s nipples rasped on the rough floor, adding more delight to her ass fucking. Her hips bucked up into his thrust while her lips ached for blood.

It filled the air. She had tasted two of the men. But, she wanted the third.

“Oh, you love my ass, faggot,” she moaned. “Ream my ass. Do you ever fuck Sire? Or does he only use your faggot ass? Maybe I can strap-on a dildo and give you the same thrill. I’ll fuck your ass harder than you’re fucking me.”

“You are one fucked up slut,” laughed the German. “Did your husband whine like a bitch when Faust fucked you in front of him.”

“He raged,” Abigail hissed, her ass clenching down on his cock as she remembered the way her husband had tried so hard to break free of his restraints. “He would have killed Sire if he could.”

The pain built inside of her. She embraced it, drinking it in. Her ass clenched and relaxed on his cock as she tensed. She pumped her hips, eager to feel his cum dump into her ass, aching for her orgasm to burst through her.

“Fuck me harder!” Abigail moaned. “Really make me hurt. Give it to me.”

“Slut!” snarled the German. He pounded her so hard.

Her asshole drank in the pain. Her pussy clenched as she trembled beneath him. She moaned and panted. A tremble raced through her body. His strokes grew faster. His balls smacked into her taint. His heart raced.

He’s about to cum.

“Fangwhore,” he growled. “Take it. Take my cum.”

Hot, salty cum exploded into her abused asshole. Abigail loved the heat. It burned inside her flesh. She shuddered as her orgasm burst hard through her. She screamed out loudly, her voice echoing through the room.

Abigail twisted around and stared into the German’s eyes. She wasn’t sure exactly how she did it. She just focused on him, boring into his mind, into his soul. He stiffened on her, driving his still cumming cock deep into her asshole as he fell under her trance.

“Attack,” Abigail purred.

The German ripped his cock out of her asshole and lunged at the Black man. Their bodies collided together, both man grunting. They struggled, bodies heaving. The German had the advantage of size and surprise, slamming the Black man’s head hard into the concrete wall.

Then he did it a second time. Blood matted the Black man’s head as he slumped to the floor, leaving a red smear on the wall.

I have mesmerizing gaze, Abigail chortled to herself as she sprang at the Texan and his coppery blood. How wonderfully wicked.

Every vampire had a gift—telekinesis, shadow walk, daywalking, astral projection, flight, and others. Abigail received mesmerizing gaze. She could dominate a human with a glance and bend their will to hers. If they were prepared they might be able to resist. Faust’s familiars hadn’t been expecting it, their mental defenses lowered.

Now they were ready. So Abigail didn’t try to mesmerize the Texan.

The Texan took a swing. His punch was hard, fast, blurring at her. She twisted her body and kicked out her foot, slamming into his solar plexus. He grunted and stumbled back. He threw two more punches, quick jabs that Abigail twisted around as she dropped.

Her hand smashed into his knee on the side. Her enhanced strength meant the blow landed with strength. His patella snapped. The Texan let out a moan of pain as his leg folded beneath him. He fell into a crotch and threw a punch at her stomach.

She caught his arm, twisted, and threw him over her shoulder. He landed hard on his back, groaning in pain. In a blur she was upon him, impaling her pussy on his cock. She sank down his girth as her teeth savaged at his neck.

This time, Abigail would drain him dry as she rode his cock.

The blood pumped into her mouth. Her hungers were fed as her pussy clenched down on his shaft. Her hips rose and fell, slamming her pussy up and down on the man while he groaned and shuddered on the ground, lost to the ecstasy of her bite.

The German stood over her, still under her power, his foot planted on the neck of the Black man in case he stirred. Abigail would kill the Black man next, drain him dry, then she would feast on the German. He would stand their and watch as she fucked and killed his companions one by one.

Her pussy clenched on the Texan’s cock. The man’s blood was ecstasy on her lips. The pleasure flowed through her body and gathered in her pussy. All the nerves in her sheath were alive, drinking in his girth, eager to cum as the man died.

Since he was a familiar, he wouldn’t turn.

“Abigail,” Faust’s voice calmly said, echoing throughout the room. It was tinny from speakers.

She lifted her mouth from her feast. The blood poured down her neck and covered her breasts. She squeezed her tits as she looked up, scanning for the speaker. The ceiling was a normal drop ceiling, with the cheap, drywall panels. In one of them was a small, pinhole camera beside the mesh for a tiny speaker. Without her keen senses, she would have missed it.

“Yes, Sire,” she moaned, massaging the blood into her breasts and nipples.

“Do not kill them,” he ordered. “In the future, when they come to feed and fuck you, you shall submit to their violence. You shall let them beat and humiliate you.”

“Yes, Sire,” Abigail moaned, her hips still rising up and down on the Texan’s cock. “Are you recording this?”

“Yes,” Faust answered. “After I’ve killed you, I want hours of footage of your various humiliations to amuse me over the decades. And I have so many different ways to humiliate and abuse you in store.”

“Yes, Sire,” Abigail moaned, her body shuddering. She pinched her blood-covered nipples.

“Now cum, whore.”

Her pussy spasmed. Her body obeyed her Sire. The pleasure rushed through her as she slammed down on the Texan. He stirred and grunted as she spasmed on his cock. Then his dick erupted and bathed her pussy with blast after blast of his cum while the camera recorded it all.

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Damien D’Angelo dumped the corpse of Mary Daniels on his blood soaked bed. He had just fed and turned her. Even now, the change worked in her dead body. Soon, she would be reborn to unlife, a vampiress sired by him.

His slave.

Britney Lawson, his busty familiar and Mary’s best friend, snuggled against the corpse, stroking the bleached-blonde hair of Mary off her face. Britney’s lips were stained with her friend’s blood. A familiar didn’t need to drink blood, she was still human, but she had enjoyed the taste of her friend’s life.

“Did she please you, Master?” Britney asked.

“She did,” smiled Damien. “She’ll be very useful.”

“How?” asked Britney. “With your plan?”

“What do you know of my plan?” Damien asked.

“Not much. There is someone you need to kill and someone you need to rescue.” The blonde Britney let her finger trace around Mary’s right nipple, brushing the silver barbell that pierced it. Mary was a far wilder girl than the virginal Britney. Damien had never understood their friendship. He had always found Mary to be a slut. She had even tried to seduce him when he was human.

Damien had Abigail and passed on the little piece of fluff. Now, as a vampire, he was learning he could have the fluff and still claim his wife.

“I can’t wait for her to wake up and feed on me,” Britney moaned. “I’m glad you turned her, Master. It would have been such a waste to kill her outright.”

Damien smiled. “She was your best friend, but it wouldn’t have bothered you if I drained every drop of her blood?”

“It’s why I brought her, Master,” giggled Britney. She was both so youthful and innocent, yet so wicked at the same time. It made his cock ache. “I knew she would enjoy it. She’s always craved new delights. A final explosion of bliss and ecstasy. Plus, I had to find you food. You were hungry. I could feel that. You deserved a special treat. You can’t just drink my blood all the time. You need variety, Master.”

“I need caution,” Damien said. He had drunk the blood of two different women now. He had fed his thirst. He knew the pitfalls of a new vampire. They became drunk off blood and killing. They would amass bodies swiftly, drawing attention of a Hunter like Damien had been. “I can’t afford to leave in bodies behind. Not for now.”

“Then you’ll have to turn them,” Britney giggled. “So, where are we going when the sun sets?”

“Chicago.”

“Ooh, Mary knows Chicago. She knows were all the clubs are at. She’s a party girl.” Britney licked her lips. “I bet there’s good hunting at a club.”

Damien gave her a look. “What do you know of hunting?”

“I like to watch those vampire shows. They’re so naughty. They always made me tingle between my thighs.” Britney spread her legs, showing her pussy covered by light-blonde hair matted by her excitement. “Right here.”

Damien was tempted to fuck her, but he needed to ready for their trip. Night was a few hours away. “Go home and pack,” he commanded Britney. “Then return. And pack something for Mary to wear, too. I’m sure you have some of her clothes.”

“Yes, Master,” smiled Britney. “I hope she doesn’t wake before I return.”

“She won’t. Be fast.” He paused. “Have you ever used a weapon?”

“I’ve shot skeet with a shotgun a few times at my uncle’s farm.”

“Good. You need to learn how to fight. Both of you will.” He grabbed his laptop. He had money in the basement. He just needed to find an apartment to rent. Preferably with cash. A loft would be perfect. Something near Faust Tower.

He began his search. It didn’t take him long to find something perfect.

When Britney returned, he had his cell phone in hand and made a phone call. The loft over Risqué would do. It was listed as office space—no would want to live over a club—and it was cheap and near Faust Tower.

“Why are you smiling, Master?” Britney asked as she stripped naked and slipped back in bed with Mary. Color returned to the corpse and the bleach faded from her hair, Mary’s natural black returning as her body underwent the change.

“I think I found where we’ll be staying in Chicago.”

The phone picked up. “Windy City Property Management,” answered a woman, her voice a sultry purr. “How can I help you?”

“Yes, I’m interested in renting the loft over Risqué. It’s perfect for my tech start up. Is there any chance we could meet tonight to see it?”

“Tonight?” the woman asked. “Well, our business hours are between 9 AM and 5 PM, sir.”

“I’m flying in tonight. I have a tight schedule. Here, you can make arrangements with my secretary. We need this fast. I’m willing to pay a premium to jump through all the red tape possible.”

Damien tossed the phone to Britney. He mouthed, “10 PM, promise her anything.”

“Hi, I’m Britney, Mr. D’Angelo’s secretary,” the busty girl purred as she continued stroking Mary’s nipple with her free hand. “How about 10 PM? I know it’s late, but this is really important. We’d be more than willing to pay for the inconvenience. Mr. D’Angelo has an amazing idea. His tech company will be the next big thing in social media. In five years, you’ll have forgotten all about Twitter.”

Damien smiled and left Britney to work out the details. Britney would put the Realtor at ease. She sounded so innocent, so nonthreatening. You will be useful.

Damien headed downstairs to gather the money and weapons he kept in the house.

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Britney Lawson watched her friend slowly become a vampiress.

Britney hummed to her friend as she stroked her naked body. First, a heart began beating beneath those lovely breasts and color returned to Mary’s face. Her nipples hardened beneath Britney’s touch. Then those breasts rose and fell as Mary breathed again.

“You’re getting closer and closer to waking up,” purred Britney. “How wonderful.”

Britney felt absolutely no guilt that she brought her best friend here to die. The fact that Mary would now be a vampiress in service to her Master was wonderful, but Britney would have been equally happy burying her friend’s corpse after her Master finished consuming Mary’s blood.

I have really changed, Britney marveled as she watched the flesh knit itself where Master’s teeth had ripped out Mary’s carotid artery and feasted on her blood. It’s so wonderful to be free of guilt. All I have to do is serve Master’s every whim and I’ll be happy.

“And you get to serve him, too,” purred Britney.

She stroked Mary’s face. Britney turned her friend’s face to the side, Mary’s lips just an inch from Britney’s nipple. Her breasts were already full of her milk. As a familiar, she didn’t just restore her blood faster than a human, but she always felt full of breast milk. She pressed her nipple into Mary’s lips.

“I hope you sink your teeth into me right away,” Britney cooed. “Then you can drink my breast milk and blood all at the same time. I just know you’ll love it.”

Mary’s mouth grew wet. Instinctively, she suckled on the nipple as she stirred, her body moving. She dreamed now. Britney stroked her friend’s pure-black hair, then let her hand trail down to pinch and pull on Mary’s nipples, playing with her piercings.

“It’s time to wake up and feed.”

Mary’s eyes opened. A hot shudder rippled through Britney as Mary’s fangs bit.

“Yes,” Britney gasped. Four fangs pierced her areola. Her blood flowed as the intoxicating drug of a vampire’s saliva entered Britney’s bloodstream. She shuddered as Mary suckled, drinking blood and breast milk together. “That’s it. You need your strength, Mary.”

The new vampiress suckled harder, her cheeks hallowing as she nursed noisily. Britney was in heaven. She gasped and shuddered, her blood and milk flowing out of her. The pleasure rushed down to her pussy.

She parted her legs and humped her hot flesh into Mary’s side. “Yes, yes, feed. Nurse. Oh, such a good vampiress. You need to be strong to help master out.”

Mary wrapped her arms around Britney’s body. The vampiress turned on her side, her wet pussy rubbing on Britney’s thigh. The pair humped each other, sliding their hot flesh up and down each other’s sleek thighs. Pleasure rippled through Britney’s body, from her nipple down to her pussy.

“Oh, this is wonderful,” purred Britney. “Keep drinking my milk and blood. Oh, yes. Oh, wow. I’m going to cum. I love being fed upon.”

Britney’s head tossed back. She meant it. There was nothing the familiar loved more now than a pair of fangs sucking blood and a hot mouth suckling milk. Her body shuddered as she humped her pussy into Mary’s thigh.

“You’re so amazing,” Britney gasped. “Oh, yes. Keep drinking. I’m going to cream your thigh.”

Mary moaned. Her eyes squeezed shut. She humped harder against Britney. Both girls gasped and moaned as they writhed together. Britney shuddered every time her pussy slid up Mary’s thigh. Britney’s clit shot bliss through her.

Mary’s fingernails bit into Britney’s back, leaving fiery scratches that oozed blood. Britney drank in the pain. She was changed, her body twisted to enjoy anything a vampire did to her. The pain shot to her pussy, mixing with all the other delights.

Britney’s pussy clenched. Her eyes squeezed shut.

“Mary!” she screeched as her orgasm exploded through her.

The bed creaked louder as Britney was carried away on her orgasm, half-drunk of Mary’s intoxicating saliva while her pussy burned with bliss. Mary’s fingers clawed deeper into Britney’s body, tearing flesh, shooting wonderful pain through Britney’s body that made her cum harder.

“Cum with me, Mary!” gasped Britney. “Oh, I love it.”

Mary ground her pussy hard on Britney’s thighs. A flood of juices squirted against Britney’s flesh as the vampiress came. Her mouth bit harder on Britney’s areola, fresh blood mixing with the milk squirting into Mary’s hungry mouth.

Britney held the vampiress as she spasmed and orgasmed. The blonde familiar gasped and moaned, her orgasm dying down. She floated on the bliss of her climax and savored the delight of nursing Mary.

Mary released Britney’s nipple. “You fucking bitch,” Mary gasped, her lips stained with milky blood. “You lured me here to die.”

“Guilty,” laughed Britney. “But Master made you into a vampire.”

“Vampire?” Mary arched her eyebrow. “How wicked.” She stared at her fingers covered in Britney’s blood. She brought her fingers to her lips and licked them clean one by one.

The pain faded from Britney’s body as her accelerated healing repaired the damage Mary caused while her body replenished the slight amount of blood lost. Britney slowly humped her pussy on Mary’s thigh as she watched the vampiress clean the blood from her fingers.

My blood.

“Did you drink my blood, too?” Mary asked.

Britney nodded her head.

“But you’re not a vampire, right?”

Britney shook her head.

“Mmm, and that’s why you smell so delicious. Your heart thuds in your chest. You’re so warm. My body’s drinking in your heat. And your blood…” A shudder ran through Mary. “I think I’ll drink every last drop. Serve you right for trying to kill me.”

“That wouldn’t make Master happy,” Britney told her. Britney didn’t fight as wet lips nuzzled at her neck. Mary’s lips. Mary’s fangs sank into Britney. Her blood flooded into the vamipress’s mouth. She can kill me doing this. Britney’s pussy clenched in delight. “Oh, Mary, drink my blood.”

Mary settled atop Britney as she feasted, grinding her pussy into Britney’s. Their clits kissed. Pleasure burst out Britney’s pussy as the world swam dark over her. Britney hugged the vampire, moaning loudly.

“Drain me dry!” Britney gasped, stars dancing as her vision fuzzed darker. Her body struggled to replace the blood gushing into Mary’s mouth. But it was going too fast even for a familiar to replenish. “Yes, yes. Drink all my blood, Mary.”

Mary purred, griding her wet pussy harder against Britney.

The floor creaked. “Mary!” Master’s voice cracked. “Stop feeding on her.”

Mary let out a snarling moan, her teeth lifting off of Britney’s body. The blonde familiar kept spasming beneath Mary, Britney’s world swimming, the pleasure burning hot through her body. The blood slowed, no long gushing from her neck.

“I’m hungry, Sire,” pouted Mary, her clit rubbing hard on Britney. “Let me drain her dry. She tried to kill me.”

“She brought you to me.” Damien’s words made Mary shudder atop Britney. “She is mine. Only I can drain her dry.”

“Any time, Master,” Britney gasped, the world still spinning. She struggled to stay conscious as the orgasm built inside her pussy.

“You can feed off of her, but never come close to killing her,” Damien said, seizing Mary’s hair. He kissed her hard on the mouth, savoring Britney’s blood staining Mary’s lips.

“Yes, yes, yes,” gasped Britney as another orgasm burst through her.

Then Master pushed Mary’s head down. He slammed his dick into her mouth.

“Fuck her mouth, Master,” Britney gasped. “Dump your cum in her.”

Mary moaned and humped Britney harder. The vampiress and the familiar came together, their pussies gushing juices, bathing each other in their passion. Britney shuddered and struggled not to pass out, but the world grew darker and darker.

She slipped into unconsciousness to recover from Mary’s aggressive feeding, a smile on her lips. I have two vampires to feed now.

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Britney’s mouth sucking on his cock made Damien D’Angelo smiled. He pulled his SUV out of the garage, the back loaded with all his weapons and the $200,000 he and Abigail had stashed away in the house—they were paid handsomely by the Jesuits to hunt vampires.

Britney moaned as she sucked, recovered fully from Mary’s feeding a few hours ago. Britney’s tongue swirled about his dick. The idea of driving while being blown had occurred to him before, particularly when he was younger, but now that we was undead, petty concerns like safety and morality hardly mattered.

“Suck his cock, slut,” Mary purred. She sat in the passenger seat, Britney kneeling between both seats. Mary’s hand caressed Britney’s naked ass—her skirt had ridden up as she sucked.

The sun had just set. It still painted the western horizon in reds and oranges, but the direct light was gone. Damien was eager to get to Chicago. He had just enough time to make his appointment with the realtor.

“I’m hungry, Sire,” purred Mary. “Can we grab a bite to eat.” The vampiress glanced out the window of her car where a gorgeous woman in yoga pants jogged by, oblivious to the world as she listened to music through her earbuds. “We could split her.”

“Britney,” Damien smiled. “Show her what awaits for us in Chicago.”

Britney popped her mouth off Damien’s cock and smiled. She pulled out her phone and played with it. “This is who we are meeting. Rose Reyes.”

“Damn, she is gorgeous,” moaned Mary. “I love Latinas. They are firecrackers.”

“We’ll have a feast when we arrive,” Damien promised as Britney swallowed his cock. “But if you need to wet your appetite, I’m sure Britney won’t mind.”

Mary grinned, her red lips wet. Her fangs grew as she leaned over and sank her teeth into Britney’s ass. The familiar moaned about Damien’s cock while the coppery scent of her blood tickled Damien’s nose.

He drove faster as Britney sucked harder.

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The door to Abigail’s cell opened. The three familiars entered again, the Texan carrying a tub of steaming, soapy water. The German held a beautiful, red dress that he hung off the door handle. The Black man threw a loofah at Abigail.

All three men had healed from their injuries.

“Clean yourself, fangwhore,” the Texan drawled. “Master is taking you out tonight.”

Abigail ached to kill all three men, but her Sire had given her orders. She grabbed the loofah and washed the dried blood and cum off her body.

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Dark thoughts whispered through Father Hyrum Augustine’s ever since he fucked Joy’s ass while she was bent over the altar hours ago. He felt different. He felt more alive. Stronger, younger, more virile. He hadn’t change. He still looked like a man almost into his fifties.

But a certainty had settled in on him. He would lead a crusade, and he needed warriors. Joy was the first. He wasn’t sure how he would mold her, but he would. And he needed others. Mary, Mrs. Lawson, her daughter Britney, Abigail, Mrs. Anders, and Samantha would be nice. His warrior whores.

His eyes leered at Samantha Murphy as she sat across from him. Next to her was Tony, her fiancee. Their wedding was next Saturday and they were having their final counseling session with Father Augustine.

Samantha was innocent. According to the young couple, both eighteen, they hadn’t had sex yet. Samantha had bushy-brown hair and glasses perched on her delicate face. Her lips were pale-pink, so lovely, so perfect to be wrapped around his cock.

She’s a whore. They always are. Every woman is a whore. She just hasn’t learned how to be one yet. Once she’s had her cherry popped, she’ll have a roving eye. Tony thinks he’s marrying a perfect angel, but she’ll cuckold him as she grows older. She can’t fight that whorish hole between her thighs.

Father Augustine wanted to bend her pretty ass over the altar and fuck her hard. Why should he let Tony enjoy that sweet delight. Father Augustine might as well enjoy her young body before she became a complete whore.

It will happen no matter what. That wet, sinful hole controls a woman. Unless they have a strong man to keep them in line. Tony’s not strong. He’s just a boy.

“I think we’re ready for this, Father,” Samantha said, holding Tony’s hand. She gave him a shy smile.

“Are you?” Father Augustine asked. “You’re so young. Neither of you have even lived.”

“It’s in my heart,” Samantha nodded.

It’s a shame your heart can be overridden by your cunt. I’ll prove it, slut. “Okay. If you’re certain.” Father Augustine paused. “Did you come in the same car?”

“No, Father,” Tony frowned. “Why do you ask?”

“Just making sure. Such temptations are found in a car.” The Priest leaned forward. “But I think I need to talk with Samantha alone. I’m not sure she is ready for this commitment.”

“Father?” Samantha frowned. She glanced at the priest, at his eyes, and hers widened. The priest knew Samantha recognized the hunger burning in his eyes. She shifted on her seat, her little pussy growing hot. “Why would you need to talk to me alone?”

“I’d rather not say in front of your fiancee. But, I think this will be the best for the both of you.”

The couple glanced at each other. “I guess if he needs to talk to you, Sam, I can take off. I don’t want there to be any problems.”

“But…” Samantha glanced back at the priest. Her chin trembled.

“Is something wrong?” Tony asked.

“Yes?” Father Augustine leaned forward across his desk. “Is there?”

“I…no. Of course we can talk.” She blushed.

“Good. Tony, it’s been a pleasure. Stay out of trouble.”

“I will, sir.”

As the young man stood, Father Augustine produced his phone. He fired off a quick text to Joy: “Come to the church. Be quiet.”

Samantha swallowed when her fiance left. She squirmed on the seat, her cheeks red. Father Augustine could almost hear the young woman’s thoughts: The Father is so sexy. He’s changed. So strong. Commanding. What is wrong with me? I’m getting married in less than a week. Don’t think these thoughts. Don’t be impure.

All women are whores, a feminine voice whispered out of Father Augustine’s soul. That’s why they need you to guide them. You can reduce their sin to only one man. A holy man. A man who will guide them and mold them into weapons.

“Amen,” Father Augustine whispered as he rose, a tremble running through his body.

“Father?” Samantha asked, her lower lip trembling.

“Let’s continue this in church. I think it’ll be more instructive inside there.”

“Yes, Father,” she whispered, standing up and trailing after him.

Father Augustine led her out of his office in the back of the church and out into the main hall. It was dark. There was no one in here. He loved the quiet of his church when no one was here. It was so private.

“Are you a sinful girl, Samantha?”

“Of course not,” she gasped.

“But you have impure thoughts?”

“Father?”

“You have confessed them to me in the past. You have masturbated while thinking of other men. Celebrities, cute boys in your class, but never to Tony.”

“I…I have…to Tony,” she answered. “I imagine our wedding night.”

Father Augustine stopped at the altar and turned to her. “Is that the reason you are in such a hurry to get married?”

“We love each other,” Samantha protested.

“You just want to be fucked. You just want your hot, wet hole between your thighs to finally know a man. You don’t care which man. Tony is the only one dumb enough to marry you, to go through the hoops, to fuck you. It’s good that you are trying not to be a complete whore.”

“A whore, Father?” she gasped.

“What else would I call you?” He seized her shoulders and pushed her against the altar. Her lips tremble. “I know the thoughts in your mind. Filthy, impure thoughts. You sat next to your fiance, the man you claim to love, and thought about another man.

“Me.”

His last word echoed through the empty church. Samantha trembled as she sat on the edge of the altar, her hips twisting. Her breasts rose and fell while her eyes were so liquid behind her glasses. Those made her seem so innocent, hiding her whorish lusts.

“I…I wasn’t.”

“You are in the House of our Lord, sitting upon the altar.” His fingers tightened on her shoulders. “Do not lie in here, whore.”

Father Augustine pressed closer to her. Samantha’s legs were forced apart, her skirt riding her calves to her knees. She trembled before him, her tongue flicking across her lips as she stared into his eyes, transfixed like a doe in the headlight of a car.

She knows she should look away, whispered the wise, feminine voice that had guided Father Augustine to such delights these last two days. But she can’t. She’s a whore. Her pussy is soaked. Show that to her. Make her confront the truth of her body.

Father Augustine thrust his hand beneath Samantha’s skirt. She shuddered and gasped as the priest rubbed at her panties. Her hands shot down, trying to grasp his wrist and stop his finger from slipping through the legband of her panties.

“Father! Please! What are you doing!”

“Proving that you’re a whore that wants to fuck anyone. You don’t love Tony.”

Samantha’s eyes widened as his finger caressed up and down her wet pussy lips. Her fingers tightened on his wrist as a low, unbidden moan escaped her lips. Father Augustine smiled as he pulled out his finger.

It glistened with her sweet musk.

“Then why are you so wet right now?” he demanded. He smeared the pussy juices on her lips. “You are in the House of our Lord. Do not lie and make him more angry with your whorish ways.”

“I…I do want to have sex, Father,” she moaned. “So badly. I…I can’t help myself. I do want to have sex. With anyone. But…I don’t want to sin. I have to get married.”

“So you don’t love Tony?”

“I…I don’t know. I…want him in me. Sometimes, when we go out on dates, it takes all my self-control not to give in. I know he wants me. That’s why we need to get married as soon as possible.”

Joy lurked at the doorway, a smile on her naughty lips. She rubbed her hand between her thighs as she watched.

“There is another way,” Father Augustine said, his hands pushing up her skirt. “A way for you to satisfy your sinful lusts while serving something greater. By being a warrior under my guidance.”

“What?” she asked.

His fingers reached her panties. She didn’t fight this time as he pressed into her legband. He rubbed at her hot flesh. He stroked up and down her virginal pussy. Her juices flowed and she moaned and shuddered again.

Power flowed out of him. The gift the feminine voice had given Father Augustine entered into Samantha’s whorish hole. She spasmed and groaned, her brown hair swaying about her shoulders as she tossed back her head.

“Do you want to serve something Higher than you, Samantha?” he asked, stroking her wet petals. “Something greater. Something more than you are?”

“I…I do,” she moaned. “What do I have to do?”

Father Augustine motioned for Joy to come out. “Why, share a holy sacrament with me and your new sister.”

Joy stepped up, hunger in her eyes. “Is she going to fight evil with us, Father?”

Samantha bit her lip and shuddered again as Father Augustine rubbed at her hard clit and fed her a bit more of his energy. The voice whispered and the priest repeated, “Yes, she is. Tonight, you both shall be consecrated. Through communion and sharing of the sacrament, the three of us shall embark on a new path.”

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Jezebel the demon shuddered in Father Augustine’s soul as he ripped down Samantha’s panties. She had him corrupted. He was hers. There would be no redemption for Father Augustine. He had perverted his church and misled his flock.

He was a dark shaman now. Her tool along with the women he would claim. Faust Crespo had to be protected. A grave threat had arisen, and Jezebel would see her contract with the vampire upheld and defend his life.

I really need to thank the angel that violated the rules. I did not expect to be able to corrupt Father Augustine and his flock this much.

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“Aurora,” the commanding voice said out of the light.

Aurora stood straight and proud in Heaven. She faced the light without flinching. It pulsed and contracted, tinged with red. Uriel, her superior, was greatly displeased. Aurora faced him without flinching.

“What have you done, Angel?”

“I prevented a vampire from going on a rampage and kept him an instrument of Heaven’s will.”

“By condemning a young woman to vampirism?”

“She would have died,” Aurora explained. “And then more would die and we would have lost our weapon against Faust.”

“Death is immaterial,” Uriel answered, his light pulsing with every word. The red grew brighter. “You have allowed a greater evil into the world. Through your actions, you have allowed a demonic possession to progress to the second stage.”

Aurora hesitated. “Demonic possession?”

“And you have only strengthened Damien D’Angelo.”

Aurora shook her head. She had made her decision. She would not flinch from it. “I made the right decision. If I had been given permission to intervene, then the demonic possession would not have progressed. And what matters is Faust’s defeat.”

“You mean Jezebel’s defeat.”

Aurora’s mouth opened and then snapped shut. “I won’t lie and say that is not important. She is a foul, loathsome creature. Faust is hers. His death will be a blow against Hell. My actions were necessary. I saved lives and it will lead to stopping the most dangerous vampire in the world.”

“Such arrogance offends me, Angel. Two hundred years in purgatory. Let the scourge whip your pride from your soul.”

“No. I am needed on earth. Damien will need more guidance. You cannot pull me out. Sacrifices were necessary to win this war.”

“Are you rebelling, Angel?”

Aurora drew herself up. She had done the right thing. She should be commended, not castigated. Heaven’s rules always allow the demons to work their plots. The balance is a joke. Why should my necessary intervention allow a demon to perform evil without reproach? A good act should not allow an equally evil one to be committed. It is folly.

“I am, Uriel.”
To be continued…

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Henrietta is possessed by Merita, the tentacle lesbian alien!

Boarding School Encounter
Chapter Two: Henrietta Possessed by the Lesbian Alien
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

“…henrietta…”

The faint voice called to me as I floated through darkness. It was feminine, familiar.

“…henrietta…”

The voice grew a little louder, whispering across the void. I tried to move my body, but I didn’t have one. That should frighten me, but it didn’t. I imagined I frowned as I struggled to understand what was happening.

“…henrietta…”

I was at Kensington Boarding School overwhelmed by all the strange, new sensations. My thoughts darted from Nurse Paige’s “medical treatment” when she cured my hysterics by licking me to a wonderful orgasm to my new friend Tabitha hinting we would “cure” each other of hysterics in the dark of our room tonight. It had frightened me. I knew it was a sin to touch another woman like that.
A lesbian sin.

“…Henrietta…”

And then I fled the school out into the evening fog. The falling star had crashed into the earth and I found it, a silver egg. Then I fell into the crater, tumbled down the hill, and…woke up inside. There the purple fairy named…Merita had…had…

She molested me with her tentacles. She touched me. Caressed me. And made me feel so well. Paroxysms of joy had exploded inside of me as we humped together. Her tentacles had wormed into my flesh, taking my virginity.

“…Henrietta…”

And then she had merged into me. The fairy had sunk into my flesh and…and…the darkness had crashed down on me. It had been too much to take.

“…Henrietta…”

That voice… It belonged to the fairy. Merita.

“Henrietta.”

It came through clearly. It sounded alien, her mouth not quite pronouncing the sounds right. It was an accent I had never heard before. London was a cosmopolitan city. One of the first to get electricity. Travelers across the British Empire passed through its port. And I had never heard the like.

“Henrietta, stop ignoring me. It’s okay. You don’t have to be afraid.”

Warmth engulfed my body. I did still have a body. I wasn’t just a consciousness floating in an uncreated void. The warmth drew me away from the void. Merita’s voice guided to me, beckoning to me. I followed the fairy’s words and opened my eyes.

I was still in a void.

Only in this void I had a body. I blinked as I floated through a darkness more absolute than any I had ever encountered. And yet I could see my naked body as clear as if sunlight lit them. But there were no shadows. My small breasts and hard nipples didn’t block the light, creating patterns.

“It’s okay,” Merita whispered.

Her tentacles were wrapped about me, purple against my ivory skin. The end of one played idly with the blonde curls covering my pudenda. A hot shudder ran through my body. A hysteric itch formed between my thighs, aching for Nurse Paige’s “medical treatment.” I squirmed as I felt Merita pressed up behind me, her breasts small, her nipple hard. Her arms wrapped about me, hands clasped over my stomach as she nuzzled her hairless face against my neck.

“Shhh, it’s okay. You were overwhelmed. That’s to be expected from such a primitive species.”

“Primitive?” I squawked.

“Well, yes. You have just discovered electricity. You are decades away from utilizing the electromagnetic spectrum for communication. You’re only playing around with the most basic of computational machines. The primary means of transport is animal based.”

“We have trains.”

“Yes, burning coal. Not even refined petroleum has spread much.”

“I don’t understand. Aren’t you from my world?” I paused. “No, you fell from the sky, fairy.”

“Fairy…” Merita said the word slowly. “No, no. I am not a mythological creature who plays tricks on your race. I am…” She hesitated. “Alien is the best word in your language.”

“You’re from another country?”

“Planet.” Merita’s hand flew out and the world blurred. A blue sphere appeared, painted with white, fluffy bits and dotted with land that was a mix of green-brown and… My eyes widened. “Is that…Earth?”

“From orbit. Your kind are a century away from the most primitive technology to see this,” she said. “This is your planet. Earth.”

“Are you from Mars then? Or Venus?” An excited catch jumped into my voice. “Is that why you’re so beautiful and naked? Because you’re from Venus?”

“Why would that…?” She squirmed against me. “No, no. I am not even from your solar system but from another star.”

My eyes widened as the world zoomed. My stomach lurched as earth flew away, dwindling to a small point. Then the sun became a little dot. We hurtled past stars and flew through clouds of colorful dust. My eyes widened as we stopped before a blue star, a hazy, orange planet hanging before it.

“That’s my home.”

“So you’re not a fairy but an…an alien from another planet?” It was too much to believe. I squirmed. “And you came to my planet in your egg.”

“Spaceship.” She hesitated. “I crashed, actually. There was a mishap. I’m stuck here until I can repair my ship. If I can repair my ship.”

I bit my lip. “And where are we?”

“In your mind. You passed out when I merged with your body. I’m inside you now. I guess I’m possessing you, though that’s not quite right. You’re language is so limited.”

“Sorry.” Then a flare of indignation shot through me. “No. I’m not. English is a perfectly good language. And what do you mean by possession? Are you controlling my body?”

“No, no. I had to merge with you. Do you remember falling down the crater?”

I nodded my head.

“Well, you broke your neck. You would have died if I didn’t render you help. I sent nanomachines into…” She sighed. “You don’t know what nanomachines are, of course?”

I shook my head.

“Well, they’re little…automatons. And they are inside of you fixing the wound, but your body’s immune system rejected them. They haven’t fixed you yet, only created temporary nerves so you can move and breathe and not die. If I didn’t merge with you, your body would have rejected the help and died. So long as we’re one, the nanomachines will fix you.”

“Are you sure you’re not a fairy?” I asked, my head reeling. Immune system? Little automatons inside of me. Like those windup toys clockmakers build? “Because that sounds like magic.”

“It’s not. It’s science. Very, very advanced science.”

“And you’re in me now?”

“Uh-huh.”

“And this is all my imagination?”

“Yes it is.”

“This is a little much. I mean…” I swallowed. “What if I’ve gone crazy? I did hit my head.”

“Would your imagination ever create a purple-skinned alien with tentacles. Tentacles that do this?”

I gasped as the tentacle playing with my golden pubic hair slid down between my legs and rubbed at my pussy. Pleasure tingled through me. My folds instantly grew wet as the rubbery appendage stroked me. My nipples ached and I squirmed, suddenly so aware of her nipples poking me in the back.

Hard nipples.

“No,” I gasped, her tentacle massaging my clitoris. My eyes widened as the pleasure raced through me. “I don’t think my imagination could come up with something…so…so strange. Oh, my. That’s…”

“Amazing,” she purred, her voice husky. “Mmm, you are beautiful. Your hair is so wonderful.”

Her tentacle brushed one of my blonde pigtails. I only answered with a moan, trembling as she rubbed harder and harder at my clitoris. My toes curled as I squirmed again. Her touch was delicious, teasing me, stroking me, driving me so wild.

“Y-you’re making me feel so strange. You’re causing me to have hysterics.”

“Such a curious way to say you’re horny,” Merita purred, her tongue licking my ear. “I like it. I’ll cure your hysterics, yes. I’ll make you cum. Relax you so you can find wakefulness again.”

I let out a moan as her tentacle moved from my clitoris to my pussy. It rubbed up and down against my wet flesh. The pleasure rippled out of my sex and through my body. I gasped, arching my back, pressing into her breasts. Her lips nibbled on my ear then she nuzzled at my neck, kissing and licking, while her other tentacles caressed my body.

It was wonderful. Everywhere her tentacles brushed me sent tingling rushes across my skin. They caress my stomach and thighs, my arms and chest. One wrapped about my small breast, squeezing it, exciting my nipple at the tip. Her tentacle’s tip flicked at my hard nipple.

I gasped, “Merita.”

“Yes, yes, just enjoy. Let us ‘cure’ each other. Mmm, you are such a beauty. You make me feel all hysterical and in need of such sweet release.”

“Yes,” I moaned in agreement, her tentacle rubbing harder at my pussy.

My juices slicked her tentacle. It slid faster and faster up and down my pussy. My eyes fluttered at the wonderful delight that coursed through me. I moaned again, another spasm rushing through my body.

And then her lips kissed around to the back of my neck. They were so soft and warm and wet. Everywhere they touched me sent flutters of delight through my body. My fingers clenched as she kissed lower, reaching my spine, following it down between my shoulder blades. She licked and nuzzled, teasing me.

It was delicious.

“Merita,” I groaned. “Oh, your tentacles… Your touch… They’re wonderful. Oh, yes. Oh, wow. I did not imagine such delights could exist.”

“And I am so glad to share them with you.”

Her lips kissed lower. I trembled every time she took a quick lick up my spine. I shivered, the sensations running all the way down to my pussy teased by her tentacle. Others played with my nipples, flicking them and rubbing slow circles about them. Her tentacles constricted about my body, squeezing and relaxing as Merita grew more excited.

She had four tentacles. Two played with my nipples and the third wiggled at the entrance of my pussy. The fourth brushed my lips. I kissed it, savoring the rubbery texture. My tongue licked out, swirling about it.

“Yes,” moaned Merita. “Oh, I like it when you do that.”

“This?” I asked with a giggle. I swirled my tongue about her tentacle then kissed the tip, sucking briefly.”

“Yes.” Her voice was so throaty. She nuzzled at my lower back, her hands stroking my sides as I kissed and nibbled on the tip. “So good. You are wonderful, Henrietta. I hope all your race are as loving.”

They weren’t. Our men could be so barbaric. They lacked the gentle souls of my sex. Merita had the same feminine, delicate energy. She wasn’t brutish. She cared about me. She caressed me and loved me. I trembled as her tentacle wiggled into my pussy, deflowered by her earlier.

I gasped as she filled my hot, wet depths. Her tentacle undulated inside of me. It swelled and constricted, stretching me wider open. My mouth opened wide as I groaned. Her other tentacle slid into my mouth. I sucked on it and moaned as she fucked her appendage into my pussy.

“Ooh, I love the feel of your cunny wrapped about my tentacle.”

I shuddered at her word. It was so cute and dirty all at the same time. Cunny. My cunny contracted on her pussy as her lips nuzzled lower down my body. Her hands slid down, stroking my hips then the cheeks of my buttocks. I gasped as she pried them apart.

And then her lips nuzzled down into my crack. I shuddered in the embrace of her tentacles as she worked closer and closer to my sphincter. Didn’t she know how dirty it was there? What was she doing? Why would she lick me there?

I gasped about the tentacle fucking in and out of my mouth as her tongue swirled about my puckered sphincter. My butt clenched, trying to squeeze shut but her fingers kept them pried apart. She giggled, her tentacle fucking deeper into my pussy as she tongued me.

“Mmm, such a sour, earthy flavor. I like the taste of your ass, Henrietta. So good.”

I could only squirm and moan as she wiggled her tongue like a small tentacle into my bowels. My eyes widened. I sucked so hard on her tentacle reaming my mouth while my pussy clenched on the appendage sliding in and out of my wet depths.

Pleasure stirred inside of me. The flutters of my hysterics grew as the wicked sensation of her tongue probing my sphincter merged with her tentacle pleasuring my cunny. I trembled, my nipples aching against her other appendages.

I wanted to scream out my growing pleasure.

“Mmm, yes, so tasty,” she moaned between licks. “And your pussy is growing so hot and wet. Are you going to cum? Have your paroxysms? Am I about to cure your hysterics?”

If I could speak, I would have shouted: “Yes.”

All the deviant sensations built in the core of my sex. My eyes rolled back in my head as I trembled. My cunny clenched and relaxed on her undulating tentacle. Strange, burning pleasure radiated from my bowels. My nipples ached. And her tentacle felt so warm and rubbery in my mouth, such a delight for my tongue to caress.

“Oh, you’re curing my hysterics, too,” moaned Merita. “Oh, yes. Let’s cum together.”

I gasped about her tentacle as she reamed my cunny faster. She locked her lips about my sphincter, sucking. I bucked in her embrace. Her fingers caressed my side. Her tentacles flicked my nipples. Wonderful sensations crashed through me.

I came.

Awe inspiring paroxysms of delight spasmed out of my cunny. My flesh convulsed about her tentacle as the waves of bliss washed through me. I groaned as she cured my hysterics. The rapture reached my mind. Stars danced through the dark void as I trembled.

“Yes, yes, yes, so good,” moaned Merita. “Keep sucking on my tentacle while your cunny massages the other. Oh, Henrietta. You’re so amazing. I love your body. Oh, yes. Oh, wow.”

We cured each other’s hysterics. It was amazing. I trembled and gasped. The pleasure peaked in me. I floated on it, held by her tentacles, then groaned as the bliss receded. I shuddered a final time, my cunny contracting on her withdrawing appendage.

Her tentacle popped out of my mouth. “Oh, Merita, oh, wow.” I was so wonderfully tired. Lethargic. I buzzed, the fluttery sensations gone from my stomach. “That was so much better than Nurse Paige curing my hysterics.”

“Good,” Merita grinned. She had floated around me, now facing me. She pressed her body to mine, breast to breast, cunny to cunny, lips to lips.

We kissed. I closed my eyes, her arms and tentacles holding me. My hand stroked her back up to her bald head, loving how she felt as I humped my cunny into her pussy. My clitoris ached. The hysteric flutters built in my stomach again.

“Merita,” I panted, breaking our kiss. “I think I need to be cured again.”

She beamed at me. “I think I need it, too. Want to lick each other’s cunnies?”

My eyes widened. I remembered the pleasure of Nurse Paige licking through mine. It had felt so wonderful and sinful. I knew it was wrong if we did it. But was this even real? It was like a dream. I couldn’t sin in my dreams.

“Yes!”

I was eager to taste her. To taste my first pussy. Would she be different than a human’s? Than Tabitha’s? I trembled as Merita’s tentacles turned us. They still gripped me, caressing me as she hovered over me, her legs spread. I caught my breath as I stared at the purple folds of her pussy. They were darker than her flesh, and swollen. Juices glistened and beaded on them.

I felt that same, wet heat adorning my own nethers. Were my pussy lips swollen like that? Engorged by my passion? Was that what caused the fluttering itches between my thighs just begging for someone to touch and ease my hysterics?

Maybe.

I breathed her in. She smelled flowery, like nectar. I moaned as her tentacles pulled our bodies together. Her thighs slipped around my head and her head slipped between my thighs. I felt her warm breath caressing my pussy.

I groaned and hugged her with my arms. I caressed her back as my nipples pressed into her stomach. Her nipples rubbed on mine. I licked my lips, staring at her pussy, wanting to lick her, but I was scared. Was there a certain why do it? What if I didn’t like it? What if she didn’t like it? A million questions shot through my mind.

And then were banished by her licking tongue.

I groaned, “Merita,” as her tongue slid through my folds. It was a slow, gentle lick. It was so different from her rubbery tentacles. Her tongue was smaller, wetter. I gasped as she brushed the entrance to my pussy before pushing her tongue in like she had into my bowels.

The pleasure rippled through me. I groaned and pulled harder on her, forcing her pussy lips against my mouth. I tasted her. Flowery and sweet. My tongue licked out through her folds. My eyes widened. My fingers tightened on her back as I slid through her folds. She tasted wonderful. Her juices were thicker than water, almost creamy. They clung to my lips and dribbled down my chin as I licked her again and again.

She sighed into my pussy. That encouraged me. I was doing it right. She liked what I did. It pleased her. I pleased her. I licked and tongued through her pussy. Faster, growing more bold, more certain the more she squirmed and moaned.

“Henrietta,” she sighed.

Oh, it was wonderful hearing my name from her voice. My thighs pressed on her round, bare head as her tongue dug deep into my pussy. She flicked my clitoris and wonderful sparks exploded through me.

I had to return the favor. I found her clitoris and licked the purple nub. It throbbed against my tongue and she shuddered and shivered. She sucked harder on my nub, licking me, loving me. It was amazing. I slid my hands up to grasp her ass as I sucked her clitoris into my mouth. I nibbled on it, loving how she bucked and responded.

“Henrietta, yes,” she moaned, squirming as I kneaded her butt. I loved how her cheeks felt in my hand. I clenched, pulling her pussy down on me and shoving my tongue into her hole. She wasn’t a virgin like I had been.

Had another girl-alien’s tentacles taken her virginity, or had she lain with a boy-alien? I hoped it was a girl-alien.

Her lapping tongue drove that thought from my mind. She slid through my folds then nibbled on my lips. I gasped and shuddered, squirming more, drinking in the sensations. I copied her, sucking on her labia, driving her wild.

“Oh, Merita, you’re wonderful,” I groaned, her tentacles stroking my back.

“You, too. You taste amazing. So different than my people. So sweet and salty.”

“You taste like flowers.”

She giggled then rammed her tongue deep into my pussy, fucking it in and out of me. I gasped and bucked, pressing my nipples hard into her stomach. Wonderful flutters shot through me down to my pussy. My fingers clenched on her asshole.

Then I smiled as I licked through her folds. My finger ventured in between her butt-cheeks. I found her sphincter, touching it, not caring that it was dirty. We were in a dream. Nothing here was real. Nothing here was a sin.

“Henrietta,” she gasped, her voice wonderfully throaty, as I wormed my finger into her bowels. My finger sank up to the knuckle. She was so warm and tight and rough. She clenched down on it. “Oh, yes. That’s so wicked. I love it. I love having my ass played with.”

“I enjoyed it, too.”

She giggled then we went back to licking each other while I fingered her asshole. I wormed my tongue deep into her pussy as my finger pumped faster and faster in her. She squirmed more and more, clenching on my digit and moaning into my pussy.

The way she shuddered on me made me so excited. The impending paroxysm swelled inside of me. My orgasm. My cum. She tongued my cunny faster and faster. She flicked my clitoris as she squirmed on me.

“Are you going to cum, Merita?” I asked. “Am I curing your hysterics?”

“Yes,” she husked between licks. “I’m going to cum so hard. Oh, yes. Oh, wow, Henrietta.”

A flood of her juices squirted out of her pussy and splashed into my face. I opened my mouth, the warm, flowery nectar filling my mouth. Her bowels spasmed about my finger as she bucked and shuddered atop me. I drank down her juices, marveling that she could produce so much, while I held her.

My excitement mounted as she moaned into my cunny. She squirmed and spasmed on me, grinding her pussy against my mouth. Her flood slowed and then she kept licking me, eager to give me such pleasure.

“Cum for me, Henrietta,” she panted between feverish licks. “You gave me such an orgasm. Let me return the favor. Squirt your juices into my mouth. I love them.”

Her tentacles stroked my back faster and faster. I loved the feel of them. I groaned, my toes curling as her tongue whipped my cunny to a froth. My orgasm built in my depths, a wonderful release to cure my hysterics.

“Oh, Lord, this is amazing,” I panted. “Oh, yes. I…I…”

“Cum,” she moaned and flicked her tongue over and over against my clitoris.

My body spasmed. My pussy clenched. Pleasure burst in the depth so of my cunny. I moaned into her sweet sex as the paroxysms filled my body. I came so hard. I bucked and shuddered, the pleasure crashing into my mind and…

…carried me off into wonderful darkness.

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Merita smiled as the world she constructed in Henrietta’s mind to ease her into their new situation faded. She turned around, her dream-body buzzing with the pleasure of her orgasm. Henrietta floated naked, her body pale and lovely, blonde pigtails hovering in the weightless void.

“You are such a beautiful girl,” Merita said, stroking her lover with hands and tentacles. “I love your breasts. So small and cute.” She couldn’t resist leaning down and sucking on a nipple.

Henrietta mewled, floating on the bliss of her orgasms. Merita smiled and kissed her lover on the lips. Then she sighed and waited for Henrietta to wake-up. Merita’s thoughts turned to her problems. She was stuck in Henrietta’s body until the girl healed. And her spaceship was broken. And an important piece had fallen off.

If a human found the core first…

Merita shuddered to think what would happen.

The world grew fainter and fainter as Henrietta came nearer and nearer to consciousness. Merita hugged Henrietta’s dream body and smiled as the universe faded. Merita merged into Henrietta’s mind, occupying a small corner as the girl’s eyes fluttered open.

*That’s it,* whispered Merita to her lover and host. *Open your eyes. It’s okay. Don’t be afraid. I’m in you.*

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I opened my eyes, obeying Merita’s voice whispering in me.

I gasped, my heart racing. I was back in the egg—no, her spaceship—and everything beeped. Lights blinked. What did they all mean?

*They’re just alarms. My ship is broken and the computer is trying to let me know.*

“Okay,” I said. “You can read my thoughts?”

*Of course. I’m in your mind. Merita laughed. I’m with you. Don’t worry. The ship isn’t in danger. But it is missing a piece. We’ll need to find that.*

“What?” I swallowed. “Find what?”

*The core. It’s full of nanomachines.*

“Those things keeping me alive?”

*Yes. They can…change things. Mold things. If a human is exposed to them without a computer to guide them…* Merita shuddered in my mind. *Well, it would be bad. Do you see the panel to your right near the seat? It has three green lights and a flashing ruby one.*

I scanned across all the various panels and lights, searching for the one she said. I bit my lip and then noticed the flashing red. *Yes, I see it, Merita.*

Images flashed through my mind of Merita pressing the green buttons in a certain sequence. *Just do that. Okay. It’ll pull out the scanner. And then we’ll go find it.*

*What, tonight?* I asked as I punched in the buttons. *It’s dark out. I can’t do that. I have to get back to the school. I’ll be in enough trouble as it is for being out so late.*

*Trouble? School?*

*Yes!* My heart fluttered. *How do I get out of here?*

*But the core.*

*I’ll find time to help you search, okay? But not tonight. I’ll get in trouble. Please, I don’t want to get a spanking.* Especially not after hearing some of the teachers would take advantage after a spanking, touching their students inappropriately, curing their hysterics.

Doing what Merita and I had done in the dream.

*Being discipline doesn’t sound that bad,* purred Merita.

I blushed. She could read all my thoughts. I didn’t like that one bit.

*Sorry. It can’t be helped.*

I sighed. This was better than death. Probably. *How do I get out of here?*

Merita flashed instructions through my thoughts. I climbed out and the cold air shot through me. I was naked. My clothing gone, stripped off of me and stored in the ship. Merita showed me how to retrieve them, and I dressed, my teeth chattering and my feet dancing, as fast as I could. The fog was so thick. It covered everything.

The last thing I did was turn on what Merita called a “cloak.” Leaning over through the hatch, I punched in the commands on the console. And then I jumped back as the hatch closed. It sealed shut and the egg rippled, wavered, and then was gone.

I squeaked in fright. I reached out and felt it. My hand slid over nothing.

*Don’t you need to get to the school?* Merita asked, her voice testy. *If you have time to stroke the outside of my ship, maybe you have time to go find the core. It can’t be too far away. I hope.*

“No, no,” I gasped out loud. I put the scanner into a pocket in my skirt than hurried out of the crater. The ground crumbled beneath my feet. I held my skirt up so I didn’t trip on them. Then I reached the top and ran, still holding my skirts.

I was surprised I wasn’t winded when I reached the school. The lights of the oil lamps in the windows made the school glow in the fog, illuminating it. I followed the lights and reached the back door. I smoothed my skirt, only a little flushed from my exertion, and strode inside, my stomach twisting.

I hope I wasn’t in tro—

“Etta!”

I yelped in shock. The excited voice of Tabitha greeted me. She jumped to her feet from her seat at one of the dining room tables and rushed across the empty room to me, her red hair bouncing about her shoulders. A relieved smile spread across her freckled cheeks. Her arms threw around me, hugging me tight.

I couldn’t help but be aware of the soft feel of her small breasts pressing on mine. I blushed to my roots and squirmed in her exuberant embrace.

“I was so worried about you,” she said. “Ooh, I tried to follow, but you were so quick and the fog was so thick. I had no idea where you went. Whatever was wrong?”

“I…” So much had happened, I struggled to remember why I had even run out into the night. Discovering that a lesbian alien with tentacles had crushed behind our school then possessed my body was hard enough to deal with. “I just…needed air. You know, a nice evening constitutional, as my father would put it.”

“In this fog?” Tabitha shook her head. “Well, Etta, I’m just glad you’re okay.”

*Why does she call you Eta?* asked Merita.

*It’s a strange way to make a diminutive of Henrietta.*

*Diminutive?*

*People with longer names often get them shortened as pet names or nicknames, usually used by people close to you. Friends, family.*

*Oh. Interesting.*

*I wish she would use my name’s proper diminutive, which his Hettie or Ettie.* I sighed.

“Are you okay, Etta?” Tabitha cocked her head. “You look like you’re concentrating on a mathematical equation. School has not started yet. No need for such fierce concentration.”

“Sorry, just…thinking. Everything that’s happened today is so…new. So strange. Honestly, I’m a overwhelmed.”

“I understand. Let’s get to bed, get settled in, and relax. That will help out.”

Before I could answer, the exuberant girl seized my hand and dragged me off behind her. I yelped and hurried after her as we moved through the halls. Then we climbed the stairs to the fifth floor, top of the school. Tabitha was panting when we reached the top and gave me a curious look.

“Did you do lots of calisthenics at your last school?”

“No,” I answered as she tugged me down the hall. I frowned but before I could gather my thoughts, Tabitha had thrown open the door to our room and dragged me in. She closed it behind us.

Our room was small, two beds on either side with a shared nightstand between. An oil lamp set on it, though it was unlit. The only light came from the window, dim from the fog. Tabitha struck a match and lit the lamp adjusting the wick to produce a bright flame.

*Such primitive technology. What is it burning? Carbon fuel?*

I ignored Merita as Tabitha began unbuttoning her blouse. I shouldn’t be shocked. We were sharing a room, so undressing together was to be expected. But after indulging in lesbian passion with Merita, I was suddenly so aware of the feminine form and the delights it offered. I caught my breath as her buttons worked down, exposing her chemise beneath. She stripped out of her dress, carefully hanging it in the wardrobe on her side of the room. She peeled out of her petticoats and chemise, stripping naked before me.

She was so pale, her skin whiter than mine, with freckles dusting her shoulders and down to her small breasts. Firm and round, bigger than mine, with pink nipples hardened by the chill in the room. Her skin pebbled from the cold as my gaze slid down to the fiery thatch of hair between her thighs.

*Ooh, wow, that’s delicious,* Merita moaned. *Your yellow hair—*

*Blonde,* I corrected.

*Your blonde hair is lovely, but that red. So bright. Wow. I’ve never seen anything like it. Your race is so lucky to have your strange pussy hair.*

*Pubic hair.* My blush intensified.

*Pubic hair, yes. *

A hot itch rippled through me. My pussy grew moist as Tabitha bent over, digging into the chest at the base of her wardrobe. I stared at her round ass, more fiery pubic hair peeking out between slender thighs. Her pussy hidden. I wanted to expose it. To push aside her curls and lick her. She shifted as she searched then yanked free her nightgown. She pulled over her head, her body shifting as she worked the linen down her body.

“There,” she said. “That’s better. Brr, it’s a little chilly.” She turned to face me and blinked. “Etta, you got to get naked. And then, I think, I need your help.” She flopped onto her bed, her feet sticking out of the bottom of the long nightgown, her nipples dimpling the fabric.

“Oh, yes,” I blushed, my fingers heading to the buttons of my blouse.

I worked them down, staring at her feet. Her cute as they wiggled. She ran her hands up and down her nightgown, caressing her legs through it. She squirmed, color entering her cheeks as she watched me undress.

Those green eyes were on me. They made me tingle more, hysterics building in my nethers. The tingles, the squirms, the aching need to be touched and rubbed until wonderful paroxysm burst inside me, spreading orgasmic delight.

But we weren’t in my mind. Out here, it would be a true sin.

*Sin? Such a primitive concept. It’s just sex. Something that you shouldn’t feel any shame for enjoying.* Merita let out a purring laugh. *I know I felt no shame when we made love. When we gamahuched each other. I like that word. *

I turned away from Tabitha as I slipped my blouse off my shoulders, revealing my camisole. The skirt came off, rustling over my lacy petticoats. I bent down, unlaced my shoes and pulled them off followed by my stockings. The floor was cold on my bare toes.

“You’re very pretty,” Tabitha said. “You’re going to be such a beautiful woman. I bet all the men want to marry you.”

“You’re pretty, too,” I answered. Flashes of her red-furred crotch flared in my mind, obscuring my vision. Merita caused that.

My cunny itched more. I squirmed. I needed to have my hysterics cured. Maybe I could do it myself, rub my clitoris until I orgasmed. I would wait for Tabitha to fall asleep and then abuse myself in silence.

I stripped off my petticoats and camisole, then quickly fished out a nightgown before Tabitha noticed the juices glistening on my thighs, a sure sign I had hysterics in need of curing. I pulled it on over my head and dashed to my bed.

“Wait, Etta.”

I turned to my new friend. She bit her lip, squirming. “I need your help.”

“With…?” My question died on my lips. I remembered her intimations from earlier, the ones that sent me fleeing into the night. She wanted us to “cure” each other’s hysterics. To engage in lesbian sin.

*Sin,* snorted Merita. *Don’t be dense. I can feel the desire you have for your friend. She is beautiful. Two females making love, curing hysterics, is something to be celebrated on my world. There are those of us devoted wholly to that wonder. No male has ever caressed me with his tentacles.*

She said it with such pride as I stared at my friend, her fingers drawing up the hem of her nightgown, exposing more and more of her legs. “Etta, I really need your help. I’m so out of sorts. All wet and squirmy down there. Can you…finger me? I can help you out once you’ve cured me. But I need the paroxysms. So badly. And it’s too late to rouse the nurse. I won’t be able to sleep. And tomorrow is so very important.”

The hem slipped higher. I stood rooted, scared and aroused, wanting to go to her and wanting to flee while my eyes couldn’t look away from her ivory legs. More and more of her was revealed. And then her pubic hair… So bright against her pale skin, A beacon, drawing me to her.

“Yes,” I moaned and dashed to her bed, bare fleet slapping on cold stone.

I fell onto my knees onto the hard mattress. My hands stroked her thighs, pushing them apart, revealing her fur matted with her excitement, hints of pink peeking through the rosy forest. I breathed in her tangy musk, my mouth salivating.

*Yes, yes, let’s enjoy her together,* moaned Merita.

“Etta,” gasped my friend as I buried my face hungrily into her cunny and licked.

I tongued her. I lapped at her with such ferocity. I was like a starving man finally given a feast. My hands wrapped about her as I felt her silky pubic hair tickle my nose and cheeks. They were so soft. And her cunny…

So wet. So hot. So tasty.

Her tangy juices coated my tongue. I shuddered, my pussy aching as I devoured my friend. My fingers reached down, parting her pussy lips, exposing her folds and the membrane of skin stretched over her pussy’s entrance. I nuzzled at her hymen, poking my tongue a bit through one of the small holes before I lapped up to her clitoris.

“Etta,” she gasped. “Oh, yes, you’ve done this before, you naughty girl. On who? A friend from school? One of the maids in your home? Who did you cure?”

“Merita,” I moaned between licks.

“Merita. Ooh, exotic. A maid then? Was she colored? A mulatto?”

“Something like that.” My lips sealed on her clitoris as my fingers stroked her pussy lips. I didn’t want to talk more. I shouldn’t have even mentioned her name, but I was so caught up in my sinful desires. I knew this was wrong, and somehow that made it even more exciting.

My tongue swirled on her clitoris, caressing it like Merita had taught me. The alien whispered in my thoughts, encouraging me, savoring the pleasure. Merita felt it, too. My pussy clenched at the wicked things she whispered in my thoughts.

*That’s it. Lick her, dyke slut. Oh, yes, Henrietta. Yes, yes, yes, Devour her cunny. Make her cum. Cure her hysterics with your naughty cum. Oh, she tastes so good. Oh, yes. This is so beautiful. Listen to her moans.*

*They’re wonderful,* I answered.

“Oh, wow, Etta.” Tabitha’s hips humped against my lips. “Oh, you’re so wonderful. I’m so glad you’re my friend.”

“Me, too.”

I licked my lips, cleaning them of her juices before diving into her pussy once more. I nibbled on Tabitha’s folds and licked at her hymen again, my nose nuzzling into her little clitoris. Eighteen-years-old and I was turning into a lesbian hussy.

My parents would be horrified.

My cunny clenched again. The hysterical need to be caressed increased. If my fingers weren’t busy stroking her folds as I licked up to her clitoris, I would finger myself. I sucked on her clitoris again, loving how she gasped and bucked when I did that.

A throaty moan burst from her lips. “Oh, yes, Etta. Oh, yes. I can feel it coming. My…my paroxysms. Yes, yes, cure my hysterics!”

Her voice rose a whole octave as she came, releasing a shrill scream. Her juices flooded tangy out of her pussy. I gulped them down, reveling in the fact I made my friend cum. I gave her lesbian pleasure. And I loved every moment of it.

*Yes, it is so beautiful, Henrietta. Drink her juices. Oh, yes.*

“Etta,” gasped my friend. She arched her back a final time. “Oh, you wonderful siren.” She twined one of my pigtails about her finger. “I have to help you out. I have to cure you.”

“Yes,” I moaned.

We kissed. It was so wonderful. Her lips were so soft. I was on top of her, feeling her squirm beneath me, her hand pulling up my nightgown. She nibbled on my lower lip as she bared more and more of my legs. Then her hands were caressing me, sending amazing pleasure shooting up to my pussy.

She broke the kiss. “Roll over. I have to lick you. To use my tongue to give you such sweet relief.”

I nodded my head and rolled onto my back. *Oh, we’re going to enjoy this,* Merita purred. *It’s her first time. That’s special.*

*It is,* I agreed.

Tabitha settled between my thighs, her fingers playing with my blonde curls. “You’re so wet, Etta.”

“So were you,” I giggled. “When you had your orgasm, you drenched my face.”

“I hope you taste as good as I do.” Tabitha licked her lips and lowered her head.

Her first tongue swipe was hesitant, unsure. Then she sighed and licked again. And again. Each one was more confident, surer. Her fingers pulled my pussy lips apart, her tongue licking and nuzzling.

“No hymen. Who did you give it to?”

“Merita,” I moaned. “She pricked my maidenhead.”

“With a dildo?”

“Yes,” I lied. “Please, just lick me.”

Her tongue pressed into my hole before she licked up to my clitoris. I groaned, a pressure swelling in my cunny. I felt so full, like something grew inside of me. I moaned, arching my back as her tongue found my clitoris, sucking, nibbling.

The pressure grew. I groaned. It almost hurt. My back arched and then I gasped and it exploded out of my pussy. Tabitha gasped in shock then she shrieked. She tried to pull away, but I held her to my pussy.

Not with my hands or legs. My eyes widened.

Purple tentacles had sprouted from my cunny and wrapped about my friend’s head. Her eyes were wild with fright.

My heart lurched and the world spun about me. I had tentacles. Purple tentacles. Merita’s tentacles. What was going on?

To be continued…

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As Sam is eager for the naughty slumber party, Steve realizes that there is another player in the game. Someone else can edit reality.

Editing Reality

Book Two: Sultry Fantasies Unleashed

Chapter One: Editing Protection

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note: Thanks to WRC 264 for beta reading this.

The game is turning interesting. The malaise is falling away.

That pleases me to hear, Most High. I am curious to see what the mortal Jophiel selected will do to counter Anael’s piece.

Indeed. It is an interesting gambit to give his opponent more power.

Yes, Most High. The members of the Divine Counsel are all speculating endlessly on this one. It is a move that holds such risk.

Never trust the gift of your enemy. Jophiel has pleased me with her choice.

I will convey that to her, Most High.

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Sam Davies

“Oh, yes, Dreamgirl Delights is awesome,” I said as I walked down the street with my three friends away from our school, Rainier Christian College. All four of us wore identical gray skirts and white blouses, gray ties falling down the front of our tops. There was something appealing about girls in school uniforms, even if we were all barely adults and in college.

“Really?” asked Tammy, a hazel-eyed girl walking on my left. Her dark-brown hair fell around her round face. She was the tallest of us, her legs long and lithe, just gorgeous. “How do your brother and Seth uphold this claim they can create girls for you to enjoy?”

A shudder ran through me. I didn’t quite understand my brother’s, James’s, ability to create girls out of his drawing. He first did it a couple of weeks ago when he brought to life the two girls that he drew for his personal comics. They were his girlfriends now. Ruri and Orihime were interesting, their hair and eye colors impossible, their appearance clearly Japanese. Their Anime inspiration was stamped into their flesh. The family all accepted that James had his two girlfriends.

Why not, when my parents were having sex with me. And with my older sister, Becky. Since last Friday, a whole week, Becky and I had finally gone all the way with our father. In one night, he took our cherries and gave us such incestuous delight. After having a crush on Daddy for a while, it finally felt right to go all the way.

Of course, Mom was in Vegas visiting her girlfriend, Marissa, so she was a little miffed that Becky and I didn’t wait for her to get back. But when she did on Monday, well, she joined the fun. The four of us were having our fun while James had his.

“My brother’s special,” I said to Tammy. “Yesterday, I had sex with Samus! My favorite character to play in Smash Bros! Zero Suit Samus, too! It was amazing!”

“Yeah, we know,” said Rita, the Black girl rolling her eyes as she walked on my other side. She had plump lips and such a delicious shade of ebony skin. Her short hair looked so delicious. “You haven’t shut up about it. My phone is full of messages from you about her.”

“And pics,” said my third friend, Courtney. She had black hair and a dainty figure, her body petite like me, but whereas I was more of a skinny tomboy she was a delicate princess.

“Well, if you had a chance to take a selfie with a video game character you just had sex with, you’d do it,” I said, feeling defensive. I glanced at her, my short, red hair swaying about my face. I bounced on my heels. “Right?”

“Right,” said Courtney. “So he really just… creates them. That’s impossible.”

“And yet every boy at our college is heading to Dreamgirl Delights tonight,” said Rita.

“Good thing we’re all going to have fun at my house,” I said. “This slumber party is going to be awesome. You three are getting your cherries popped! My daddy will make it amazing!”

“Not so loud,” Tammy hissed as she glanced at some people ahead of us on the sidewalk.

“Right, right,” I said, my cheeks warming. People shouldn’t know about my family’s incest. I had to tell my friends, though. They were amazing. We shared everything.

Everything.

We had been having sex since we’d turned eighteen. On the surface, it was because we were horny but wanted to keep ourselves pure for our wedding days, but it was just an excuse for my friends to accept their bisexual desires. A way to indulge while pretending they were good, Christian girls. But all week, telling them about my daddy, I had convinced them to lose their cherries to him.

I even hoped that Rita would screw her father since she showed interest.

I was so glad my parents suggested this sleepover. I had a feeling my naughty mom and dad wanted to enjoy my friends. I knew Daddy, an English professor, was screwing this hottie at our college named Kyleigh while Mom just took a job as our school’s nurse. Who knew what wicked fun she was getting up to.

“Still, this weekend is going to be awesome,” I said. “My brother’s going to be at Dreamgirl Delights all weekend.” I told Daddy today about it, lying that my brother was hanging out with his nerdy friend. They were in business together on their fictitious girl bordello they opened.

“I’m not so sure,” Tammy said. She squirmed, her dark-brown hair swaying. “It’s just… I was saving myself for marriage and now…”

“You can just sit back and watch the fun,” I told her, grabbing her hand. I was sure when she saw the fun the rest of us were having, she’d want to join. “Or you can just play with mom. Don’t feel pressured to—”

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Steve Davies

Time was paused around me as I stared at my cell phone, the editing reality app opened upon the ballot printing machine that was edited by someone other than me.

EDITED BY PLAYER 2

“Who is Player 2?” I asked, glancing at the angel Anael.

She stood naked by my time-frozen wife. I was in my living room, my wife standing before me, holding her absentee ballot in her hand for the recall election. She had an excited smile on her face, her auburn hair falling about her shoulders down to her pink scrub top. She was working as a school nurse because I edited reality.

For the last week, I had the power to change things. The angel Anael—the slender, blonde standing naked before me, her breasts small and perky, her eyes a deep purple—had chosen me. She was charged by the Most High to give me the power to stand outside of causality. Three times a day, via the app, I could edit the circumstances of a person’s life, changing their body, how the pressures of life had shaped their personality, create auras around them that could allow them to go naked all the time, or even to grow horny to have sex by entering a certain room.

I had used it to relieve my wife, Linda, of the guilt that she felt for being bisexual. She had hidden an affair with her college friend from me the entire time I knew her. When she went to her trips to visit Marissa in Vegas, they were spending most of that time in bed, my wife indulging in her desire for women. Her Christian upbringing wracked her with shame for the lesbian sex which only compounded with the guilt of cheating on me.

I tweaked her so she didn’t have to feel ashamed.

I didn’t anticipate how open that would make her. It changed our marriage, with my wife and I sharing women she seduced, including many who attended our church. There were marriages that no longer existed because of this, the women discovering they’d rather be with women.

There were always unanticipated consequences to editing something.

Like when I edited the mayor of my hometown, Rainier, to be more progressive. To care about the growing homeless problem spilling out of nearby Seattle. When I changed the mayor and the three members of the city council, I hadn’t anticipated them passing a 23% property tax to build free housing for all the homeless people.

It would bankrupt everyone in town. It was a disaster. I changed them too much. And once something was edited, it couldn’t be changed again. There were rules to this game the Most High was playing.

I did the only thing I could: I edited an immediate recall vote. It was announced today that they were out and the emergency elections were supposed to be held soon with only the people who ran in the last election on the ballot. That was what I edited into reality.

Then the ballots arrived today faster than I thought. My name was down as a candidate for mayor. The printer was edited by someone else. Another person had this app and was changing things, too. These ballots had auras on them. People would feel that I was the right person to vote for.

I was going to be mayor of Rainier and I couldn’t stop it. I couldn’t fix the printer, and only able to edit three ballots a day meant I could only get a handful out of the thousands that were mailed out.

“I don’t understand how someone else can have this power,” I repeated, my mind reeling. “This is insane, Anael.”

“Not really,” the angel said. She sauntered around my wife, Anael’s small breasts jiggling. She ran fingers up her thighs towards her juicy, hairless pussy. She always was horny, an angel of sexuality. “The Most High can give this power to anyone. He’s merely added another player to the game.”

“Another player?”

“Yeah, to spice it up.” Anael shuddered as her fingers reached her pussy. She rubbed up and down her slit. “Maybe it’s my fault that he felt things were getting stale. I mean, I do have you focused a lot on sex.” She giggled. “But that’s my nature.”

“So who has it?” I asked.

She shrugged, her fingers stroking her pussy lips. She advanced on me, her purple eyes growing glossy. “You’ll have to figure it out. Clearly, the person knows that you have this power.”

A clenching hand of panic seized my heart. “What about my family? What if he…?” My words trailed off. “Right, they’re protected.”

I had edited my three children. I tweaked my tomboy Sam so she liked wearing skirts (and avoid a constant fight with her mother who felt women should wear skirts). Then I’d edited both my daughters so they had the confidence to act on their desire for me.

That had been a shock to learn that my daughters were in love with me, wanted to have sex with me. I couldn’t resist making sure it happened, that my wife would accept it.

I had edited my son to bring to life those two girls he drew all the time. Ruri and Orihime made him happy, and he was coming out of his shell. He was hanging out with a friend instead of spending all his time in his room drawing his fantasies.

“My family’s safe,” I said in relief. “He can’t edit them, right? I mean… I can’t edit this printing machine.”

“Once something is edited, it’s locked,” Anael said. “Those are the rules. Your family may be safe from Player Two, but what about those around them? Their friends.”

“I edited Becky’s best friend already,” I said. “And I created James’s girls, so they’re fine but…”

Sam had three friends. Tammy Riersen, Courtney Franks, and Rita Martin were coming over tonight to have a sleepover. I was going to edit them when they got here, setting up a wild slumber party. An orgy of debauchery. My wife and I were eager for it. I was coming to enjoy the thrills of coed delights. I was having fun sleeping with my students.

I grabbed the phone. I had to take care of them right now, just to be safe. My stomach tensed as I did a search for Tammy Riersen first. I could look up anything in the world through this app. When I found Tammy, it showed her walking down the road with my daughter and the other two girls as they were coming home from college.

She wasn’t edited.

“There’s that,” I muttered. As I opened her menu, Anael fell to her knees before me.

Tammy Riersen

• Physical

• Mental

• Spiritual

From here, I could change a lot about a person. I could edit all the properties of their body. I made Kyleigh, one of my students, from an unhappy, morbidly obese girl with many health problems to the hottest girl at the college I taught at. I could affect their memories, their personal skills. I could change the circumstances of their life so they were skilled musicians, even change how their DNA came together. I could do a lot for them.

I could also change their desires. Their sexuality. Their morality.

I groaned as Anael unbuttoned my slacks. My zipper rasped as the naughty angel drew it down. I focused on Tammy’s menu as the kinky angel pulled out my cock. Her fingers were hot on my cock, stroking it.

“Mmm, some inspiration,” moaned the angel, her hand fisting up and down me. Then her mouth pressed at the tip of my cock. I groaned as those delicious lips slid over my cock. My hand shook. I stared down at my phone as she sucked.

Pleasure shot through me.

It inspired me as I opened Tammy’s Spiritual Menu.

Spiritual

• Sexuality

• Faith

• Morality

• Social

I hit the Sexuality Sub-Menu.

Sexuality

• Orientation

• Desires

• Libido

• Taboos

I first hit Orientation. It was a slider with bisexuality in the middle. She was currently about midway between bi and straight. I nudged her closer to bi, helping her accept her desires for girls a bit more. I backed out of that menu and went to her Desire Sub-Menu.

Desires

• Deletion

• Revision

• Addition

I added a desire for her to lose her virginity to a sexy, older man, especially me, then made sure she had the hots for older women, too. Women like my wife. I check out her Libido Sub-Menu and increased her sex drive slightly, and then hit her Taboo Sub-Menu. She had reservations about having sex with a professor and having it outside of marriage.

Easy to change the circumstances of her life. This would rewrite the world, rippling out changes that would go back to the beginning of her life. I doubted this would have any major consequences on others.

Through it all, Anael sucked on my cock. She bobbed her head up and down my shaft, teasing me. Pleasure shot through me. This wondrous delight rippled through me. I groaned at the heat engulfing my cock. It was this wonderful treat. An amazing sensation that had my heart beating hard and fast. My hands clenched as the pleasure shot through me.

It would be amazing. I was so looking forward to this pleasure. I would have such a delicious orgasm. I would cum so hard in her mouth. I would flood her mouth with jizz. She would gulp it down. She loved me.

“Damn,” I groaned as the naughty angel’s purple eyes stared up at me. She cupped my balls, massaging them. “You are eager for it.”

She moaned around my cock. Her tongue danced around my dick. Pleasure shot down my shaft. I let out a growl of delight. I needed to focus, but her sucking felt incredible. Anael had a wonderful mouth. A naughty tongue. Those lips. Her cheeks hollowed as she nursed, bobbing her head.

Groaning, I went to Tammy’s Social Menu next.

Social

• Charisma

• Awareness

• Relationships

• Mores

I selected Relationships.

A list of names appeared, her family, those who were closest to her, classmates, students. I found my daughter’s name and strengthened their relationship even more, making a bond that would last between them for life. I did the same with her friendship with Rita and Courtney, making sure this foursome would be like my wife and her lover, Marissa.

That would make Sam happy.

“Fuck,” I groaned. “keep working that mouth.”

I hit Tammy’s Mores Sub-Menu, editing how open she was about things, what she found acceptable to express. I made sure she would keep our relationship quiet, that she wouldn’t tell people that didn’t need to know.

“I think that’s it,” I groaned while Anael massaged my balls as the pressure grew.

Anael just sucked harder.

I hit the compile button. A new menu popped up.

DO YOU WISH TO DO THIS?

Beneath were two options:

YES

or

NO

I hit yes.

Reality rippled out from me, changing things.

One edit down. I switched over to Rita, modifying her. She was far more eager to have sex with me than was Tammy. I made my changes as I enjoyed Anael’s mouth, adjusting them in similar ways to my daughters. I shuddered, Anael’s sucking mouth bringing me closer and closer to erupting.

I hit changes on Rita. Then on Courtney. My cum was rising and swelling. I edited those three schoolgirls to be my lovers. To share in the incestuous pleasure my family indulged in. Sam would be thrilled. She was such a naughty thing.

My cum was coming fast. My heart screamed in my chest. I had everything I wanted to do to the girls. My hands gripped the phone, keeping time paused. I could only see Anael, feel her, when I had the app open.

“Fuck, yes!” I growled, the naughty angel sucking hard on my cock. She worked her lips. That hot mouth felt amazing. “Damn, that’s good! Anael!”

My cum fired into the angel’s mouth. My jizz pumped into her mouth. I fired blast after blast of my cum into her hungry maw. The pleasure slammed through my body. I groaned as the pleasure shot through me. It was such a treat. This was an amazing delight. My heart pounded in my chest. I shuddered as the heat rippled through me. I groaned and panted as I savored my climax. I clenched and relaxed my hands, gasping for breath.

It was an incredible treat to enjoy. I was thrilled to experience it.

Her mouth popped off my cock. I panted as she rubbed her cheek against the tip of my cock. My eyes blinked, clearing away the stars. The angel grinned up at me, cum on her lips, drool running down her chin. She stroked up and down her cock.

“Mmm, that was a treat,” she said. “Made all those changes.”

“All three for today,” I groaned.

She winked at me. “Mmm, you’re going to have so much fun with all those naughty schoolgirls.” She shuddered, turning around on her knees. She bent over, thrusting that tight, cute ass at me. She wiggled it. “Makes me so wet. You get to have all that fun, and I only get to watch.”

I stared at that rump. That angelic booty.

Time was paused. I could worry about figuring out how to find Player Two later.

I fell to my knees before her. My cock smacked into her rump, her right butt-cheek jiggling. Her precum spilled over me. I pressed my cock into her crack. I pushed into her asshole. Her back arches, her blonde hair swaying.

“Yes, yes, fuck my ass!” she moaned. “Ooh, you know I love it. I love all sex!”

“Naughty angel!” I groaned, wondering for the thousandth time why the Most High sent an angel of sex to me. All she did was want me to fuck, while I wanted to use my powers to make things better.

But sex…

Damn, sex was amazing.

I thrust into her asshole. Her sphincter spread around my cock. Her velvety flesh engulfed my saliva-soaked dick. She whimpered, making such a delicious sound. Her anal sheath gripped my dick. This hot delight that surged down me. My balls grew tighter as a fresh load of cum was in them.

I buried to the hilt in her. I groaned as I squeezed her hips. I drew back my cock, savoring the grip. Then I slammed back into her. My crotch smacked into her rump and my balls spanked into her taint. She gasped, rocking over forward.

“Ooh, that’s it,” she moaned. “Mmm, give me that passion, Steve. Ooh, I choose right. You are the perfect man! We’re going to win!”

“Yes!” I growled, pulling back. She squeezed her asshole around my retreating dick. That wonderful delight was a treat. I buried back into her, that heat surging around me. “We’re going to win.”

Pleasure shuddered through me. This heat swelled around my cock. It was this delicious heat. This amazing rapture. I pumped hard at her. My hands stroked her sides. I gripped her small breasts, cupping those delicious, firm tits.

I pinched her nipples. Her asshole clenched around my cock. She massaged me with that delicious sheath. The heat built and built at the tip of my cock. This amazing rapture grew. I groaned, eager to explode into her and dump my jizz into her depths.

“Pump that cum in me!” she moaned. “Ooh, yes, yes, you’re going to make me explode. Oh, yes, that’s it! Slam into me! Fuck me with that cock, Steve!”

“Yes, yes, cum on my cock, you little angel-slut!” I growled. “You’re as horny as my daughter.”

“Mmm, yes, yes,” purred the angel, her hips rocking back into me.

I thrust faster, harder. I pounded her with passion. I slammed into the depths of her bowels. I buried over and over into her. I reveled in the treat of her anal sheath. This wonderful bliss that was sweeping through me. I groaned, my heart pounding fast. The heat built in my balls. It was incredible to fuck her heavenly asshole.

“Damn!” I gasped. “Almost there.”

“Cum in me!” moaned the angel. “You’re such a stud! Oh, yes, yes! Just pound me! Fuck me!”

I was almost there. Another hot cum into my angel’s body. I slammed into her, reveling in the velvety grip of her dick. My jizz erupted. My balls, smacking into her taint, unloaded into her asshole again. My spunk fired out of her.

Rapture slammed through me.

As my dick erupted, her asshole convulsed around me. The angel howled out as she joined me in orgasmic delight. Her spasming bowels milked my cock. Pleasure slammed into my mind. Stars burst across my vision. My balls tensed and erupted. Every pulse sent more and more bliss through me.

“Yes, yes, yes!” howled Anael. “That’s it. That’s the cum I love! Steve, yes, yes! You’re such a stud! I love it.”

“Yes!” I growled, gripping her hips. I held her tight as my heart hammered in my chest. “Holy god, that’s good. You’re amazing.”

“Mmm, you’re not bad yourself,” she moaned. “Ooh, that was a good fuck. Damn, I loved it! I hope you won’t forget about me with all those schoolgirls distracting you.”

“I’m sure I’ll see a lot of you,” I told her.

“Good,” she said, squeezing around me.

I ripped my cock out of her asshole. Panting, I fixed my clothing and unpaused time.

“Well?” my wife asked as I set down the phone. She was the only person that knew I had these powers. I made a pretty clear demonstration to her on Monday. Though I just spent maybe an hour editing and fucking, no time had passed for her. “What’s going on?”

“We need to talk.”

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

Sam Davies

“—will pop your cherry good.”

“I hope so,” Tammy moaned, her face flushed. She was so eager for it. “I’m so wet to be with your Daddy. I just want my first time to be not with a little dweeb our age, but with a man. A sexy, older man like Mr. Davies. That’s perfect.”

“Oh, yes,” Rita said, a big grin on her face. “We’re going to lose our cherries, girls!”

“Maybe I’ll have your mother pop mine,” Courtney said, giving me a considering look. “She’s sexy, too. I saw her in those scrubs… She’s got big tits.”

“She’s got a collection of strap-ons,” I said, my pussy soaking my panties beneath my schoolgirl skirt.

“Hot!” Rita moaned, squirming. “This is going to be an awesome night.”

I nudged her. “Maybe there’s another older man you’d like to pop your cherry.”

If she wasn’t Black, I knew she would be blushing bright. She squirmed. “Maybe, but… My family’s not yours. I have no idea if my dad is into me.”

“Never know if you don’t drop signals,” I said. “Or panties.”

“You’re so bad,” Rita said and then laughed more.

We rounded the corner, my house ahead. My dad’s car was in the driveway. I was eager to see him. To get things started fast. Becky was hanging out with her best friend, Tonya, so my parents, my friends, and I were going to have a wild time.

My parents didn’t park in the garage because that was taken over by the current project. Dad and I were rebuilding our second classic car, this time a ’69 Chevrolet Impala. It was a lot of fun. He may be an English professor, but he liked to get his hands dirty. I loved spending time with him. Last time we went o work on the car, I used it as an opportunity to tease him.

It was hot when James came in and found us fucking. He pretended he didn’t notice Daddy just ramming into my cunt hard. It was a great treat. I remembered being bent over the engine block, Daddy pumping away at my cunt with without caring that we were caught.

It made my pussy so wet.

I ripped open the front door, announcing, “Mom, Dad, we’re here!”

“Oh, hi, honey,” Mom said, her face a little tight as Dad was leading her to his office. “You girls just hang out. Your father and I have some things to discuss.”

I noticed the envelope in her hand. It looked like a ballot. There was some sort of election thingie happen. Something about the mayor royally screwing up. I didn’t really care. It was boring adult stuff, and I was a cute and nubile eighteen-year-old schoolgirl.

Not my problem.

“Oh, sure, I have just the thing to keep us entertained,” I said, a naughty thrill running through me.

“Oh?” my mom asked, her green eyes falling on me. “Should I be worried.”

“Nope,” I said.

“Okay, have fun,” Dad said. He was such a handsome man, tall with dark-brown hair, cut short the way a man’s should be. He was fit, a jogger, and he had a cock that could make a woman explode.

I glanced at my friends. “Get comfortable on the couch.” The door to my dad’s office closed. “And by that, I mean get nekkid!”

“You are such a naughty girl!” Tammy said even as her hands went to her tie, loosening it.

I laughed as I raced to the stairs. I took them two at a time, my skirts swirling about my thighs as I raced up them. I reached the second floor in a flash and darted to my room. I had squirreled away a few naughty DVDs my parents had made over the years.

They sometimes recorded themselves having sex. I found a hot one staring my mom’s best friend, and lover. Marissa was a sexy woman. Next time she visited, I was going to get to know her. Hopefully eating her pussy while Daddy fucked me from behind.

I darted back down the stairs, the loud thudding echoing before me as I held the jewel case with the disc in it in my hand. I hit the ground floor and grinned at the sight of the stripping girls. They were already topless, their breasts out.

I couldn’t help but admire the firm, youthful titties of my three friends. Courtney, despite being the oldest at nineteen and a year ahead of us, had breasts as small as mine. Firm, proud tits that thrust before her topped by nipples.

“Hey,” she said, her blue eyes twinkling. “Are we watching porn?”

“Homemade porn,” I said, salivating as my gaze shot to Rita and her ebony breasts. They were round and plump, her nipples as dark as her skin.

“Hot,” Rita said, her tits jiggling as she unzipped her gray skirt. It fell down her lush legs, exposing a pair of creamy-white panties with a little, pink bow on them.

“Oh, cute, I love those panties,” I said, grinning at her.

“They’re great,” said Tammy as she peeled down her red panties, her round breasts dangling before her as she bent over to step out of her dainty undergarment. Her dusky nipples looked so cute and suckable. She straightened, her shaved pussy on display.

I loved shaved pussies. I convinced her to do it, to match me, and she’d come to enjoy having a bare twat. Rita had a landing strip of black hair that almost blended in with her dark skin while Courtney had a dark bush adorning her pudenda and vulva, trimmed and delicious.

“You need to get naked, too,” Courtney said, stepping out of her mauve panties. She folded them carefully and then placed them in her backpack with the rest of her clothing.

“Right!” I said, tossing Rita the DVD. “Put that in!” I commanded then attacked my tie. The silk whisked together as I ripped it off, throwing it on the ground.

Courtney shook her head. She was a neat freak. I didn’t care.

My fingers worked on the buttons as Rita bent over, pointing her tight, virgin pussy at me nestled between her thighs. Just a hint of pink peeked out between her plump, dark vulva. Her ass was cute, too, just so kissable. The BluRay player drawer whisked open and she dropped it in. My blouse came off as she turned on the TV and backed away.

I removed my sky-blue bra, exposing my firm, small titties—I was an A cup, my boobies cute handfuls—when my parents’ bedroom came into view. The bed was right there, looking so empty and lonely.

“We’re rolling,” my dad said from the TV speaker, adjusting it.

“Good,” purred Marissa, her voice a little huskier. She was off-screen.

“Is that your Mom?” Tammy asked, sinking down on the couch.

“Nope,” I said as I stepped out of my skirt. I was now down to my socks and panties. I peeled those off as Marissa appeared, leading my mom to the bed. They both were in silky negligees that clung to their bodies, Marissa’s a deep maroon, mom’s a green so dark it was almost black. They were kissing as they sank down, hands caressing each other.

“Oh, wow,” groaned Rita as she sank down on the other side of the couch.

“Uh-huh,” I said as I peeled out of my panties. “Hot, right.”

“Is that Marissa?” asked Courtney, standing in awe as she watched the two older women kiss. It was from a few years ago, but my mom still looked just as hot now. Her busty tits swelled her negligee, Marissa’s hand cupping that large breast. Their lips were locked together. Marissa’s curly, black hair fell down to her tan shoulders.

Mom’s skin was paler, ivory like mine would be if I didn’t run around outside all the time and have a tan. Her auburn hair contrasted with her delicious huge. Her hand cupped Marissa’s tit, squeezing and kneading it.

Both women moaned.

“Doesn’t your Mom usually go to Vegas to see Marissa?” Courtney asked as I sat down between Tammy and Rita.

“Marissa flies up sometimes,” I said. “Usually, though, she doesn’t like to share Mom with Dad, but sometimes she’s willing to engage. I think she’s more on the lesbian side of bi than Mom and I are.”

Tammy nodded her head, watching as the two women kissed and squirmed. It was so hot. My hands flexed, then I placed them on my friends’ thighs. I slid them up and down, feeling the silkiness of their skin, loving the hot glide of them. I grinned as I went higher and higher up them, feeling the deliciousness of their touch.

They both whimpered and groaned. Tammy bit her lip. Rita groaned as my hands kept pressing higher, reaching between their thighs. Both girls spread their legs, their knees brushing mine. I grinned as I reached shaved pussies, my palm rubbing into Rita’s ticklish landing strip.

“Yes,” Tammy moaned as Marissa’s round breast came into view, Mom tugging down the spaghetti strap to expose a round breast and dusky nipple.

I rubbed my friends’ cunts, watching in breathless delight as Mom leaned down and sucked on a nipple. Her lips hollowed, nursing with passion. My mom’s friend groaned in delight, her back arching, her tongue flicking over her lips.

“This is so hot,” whimpered Courtney, still standing. Her cute rump clenched and I could see her fingers between her thighs as they rubbed at her furred muff. “I’m definitely having your mom pop my cherry.”

“She’ll be thrilled,” I said, grinning.

I rubbed my fingers up and down Rita and Tammy’s juicy snatches. Their creams coated my digits. The air filled with the aroma of hot musk. I smelled my own, tart juices mixed with Tammy’s tangy musk and Rita’s spicy delight. I reveled in the mix of our aromas perfuming the air. I shuddered, hips wiggling back and forth. This wondrous heat built and built in me, making me grin.

I rubbed harder, faster, stroking up and down my friends’ juicy slits. I felt Tammy’s clit peeking out. She gasped and shuddered, her hand grabbing my thigh as I diddled her. Her fingers tightened, nails biting into my flesh.

“Look at your mom love that nipple,” Tammy moaned.

“She knows what she’s doing,” whimpered Rita. My fingers caressed into her folds, brushing her hymen.

“Yes, she does,” I said, my heart racing. “Mmm, it’s going to be hot, isn’t it? You’re getting all kinds of juicy, aren’t you?”

They both nodded their heads.

Tammy’s hand crept down my thigh. My pussy grew hotter and hotter, waves of delight rippling down before her touch. They lapped at my cunt. I groaned, squirming my rump on the couch’s fabric, my heart beating faster and faster. Both of Marissa’s tits were out, my mom sucking back and forth from those nipples.

“God, that’s hot,” groaned Dad from offscreen.

“Come join the fun,” my mom moaned, turning her head. Her green eyes were pointed almost at the camera. “Let us suck on that dick together.”

“Yes,” Marissa moaned then shuddered as Mom’s hand slipped up beneath her maroon nightie.

Tammy gasped and her hand shot to my pussy as Dad entered the frame, his big cock thrusting out before him. My pussy clenched as I stared at the dick that deflowered my pussy on our big screen TV. It looked so beautiful. I was so glad Daddy took my cherry.

I would do such wicked and wanton things with him.

“That cock’s going to take my maidenhead,” Tammy moaned, so eager for it. She rubbed her fingers up and down my pussy. Then she thrust into me. I gasped as she plunged them into my cunt’s depths. “I’m going to be as open as you are.”

“Yes!” I moaned, diddling her clit and stroking up and down Rita’s vulva, my finger caressing her labia.

“I can’t wait,” Rita moaned. Then her hand reached over and seized my tit. She fondled my right booby, fingers digging into my firm flesh. She brushed my areola with a dark finger.

“It’ll be great,” I groaned as on the TV Marissa and Mom were nuzzling at Dad’s cock, kissing on either side of it. Dad had positioned himself just right to capture it. His hand rubbed through his hair.

“We have to share his cock, Tammy,” whimpered Rita. “Just like that. We have to.”

“Yes,” Tammy moaned, plunging her fingers faster and faster in and out of my pussy.

I shuddered. My entire body quivered as she did that. My fingers danced on her clit while my other hand found Rita’s little bud. I rolled it between my thumb and forefinger, teasing her, making her grip tighten on my tit, her fingernails biting into my flesh.

Mom and Marissa were kissing around Daddy’s cock. They were loving him. “I’ve done this with Mom and with Becky!” I groaned. “It’s the best! You two will love it!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Rita moaned, her voice so throaty. Her fingers found my nipple, pinching and twisting it.

Delight shot down to my pussy. I groaned, my cunt clenching down on Tammy’s thrusting fingers. It increased the pleasure flowing through my body. I moaned, my toes curling against the floor. My heart raced through my chest.

My ass clenched. My juices flowed. This heat swelled and swelled in me. It was an incredible delight, an awesome treat that had me squirming between my friends. My fingers massaged her clits, giving them as much pleasure as they gave me.

“Mmm, finger her cunt, Mrs. Davies,” moaned Courtney, her fingers dancing on her virgin folds, her cute ass quivering. “Ooh, yes, yes, just make her cum!”

Dad was moaning, loving what my mom and Marissa were doing to him. Just like I was savoring what my friend did to me. Tammy’s two fingers felt incredible plundering my pussy, and Rita twisted my nipple just the way I liked it.

She stretched out my nub. My body quivered, my orgasm swelling faster and faster. We were all panting and moaning, adding our passion to the naughty sounds coming from the TV. Sucking. Slurping. Grunting.

“That’s it,” Dad groaned. “I’m going to cum all over your faces.”

“Yes, yes, Daddy!” I moaned, quivering, my orgasm swelling so fast.

“Cum on their faces so they can lick them clean!” moaned Tammy.

“Then cum on our faces!” moaned Rita. “Me and yours, Tammy!”

“Yes!” Tammy bucked beside me, thrusting her fingers deep into my cunt. Her hot cream bathed my hand. “I want that! We’ll lick each other clean!”

“Fuck!” Daddy grunted.

His cum erupted. His hot jizz painted across Mom’s and Marissa’s flushed features. Ropy lines of pearl bathed them. I groaned, my pussy clenching hard down on Tammy’s fingers. My nipple throbbed in Rita’s playful grip.

I came.

“Yes!” I howled while Daddy unloaded all that yummy cum. “He’s going to do that to you!”

“Hot!” Rita moaned, joining me in trembling, her juices bathing my hand.

The three of us were quivering, moaning, gasping as we came on the couch. My flesh gripped Tammy’s digits, rippling about her plunging finger. I groaned as this heat swelled through me. It was an incredible delight as the rapture washed through my mind.

Little stars burst across my vision as Daddy grunted, spilling a final blast of cum across the two women’s faces. Courtney squealed. Juices trickled down her thighs as she quivered, her head thrown back, her black hair sweeping back and forth.

“Mrs. Davies!” she moaned.

“Mr. Davies!” gasped Tammy. “Hurry up and come out here! I want you!”

“Yes, yes, Daddy, come make my friends into women!” I howled as my orgasm exploded through me. Rapture showered my mind.

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Steve Davies

I closed the door to my office. I so wanted to play with those four cuties out there, but I had to talk with my wife. As I explained to Linda what I learned, her jaw dropped. I heard the girls getting excited through my door, watching what sounded like a porno.

I didn’t care.

“There’s another person out there,” Linda said, fanning her face with her ballot. Her pupils were dilated, almost swallowing her green. “That’s just… I mean, why would this Player Two make you into mayor?”

“I don’t know,” I said. “But we have to find him.”

“Or her,” my wife muttered. “How.”

It clicked in my mind. “I have to pay attention to things,” I said. “I can remember the original timeline, so I bet I’ll notice things he or she does. And…” I grinned. “I can double-check with the app. It tags who edited a person.”

“Right, right.” My wife’s eyes widened. “What if he edits you?”

“I was edited by the Most High.” I frowned. An idea hit me.

“What?” my wife asked. “I know that look.

“I wondered if there were clues in how I was changed that would let me figure out this other person. I mean… There are some differences to me.”

“Check!” my wife said.

I pulled out my phone. Even though I had done my three edits for the day—I wouldn’t get any more until midnight hit—I could still use the app to exam people, learn about them, figure out how I would edit them.

Or I could be the world’s most perverse voyeur and watch their memories. I could find out secrets. I could do so much damage with this app. But I wanted to do good. I wanted to make the world a better place.

And have some fun. I couldn’t help my lusts. I was still human.

Anael appeared the moment I tapped the app’s icon and it opened. My wife was frozen again. Anael plopped down on my desk. “Back so soon?”

“Just need to check some stuff,” I said.

She nodded. “Good, good. Use the app to its fullest. That’s why we gave it to you. We don’t want you to ignore it.”

I opened myself and saw the tag.

EDITED BY THE MOST HIGH

Changes would stand out in bold. I opened the Physical Menu.

Physical

• Skin

• Head

• Torso

• Arms

• Groin

• Legs

• Nervous System

• Illness

I spotted the Groin Sub-Menu, opened it with a tap of the screen.

Groin

• Penis

• Testes

• Prostate

• Pubic Hair

• Hips

I checked the Penis Sub-Menu.

Penis

• Length

• Girth

• Sensitivity

I maneuvered through the various settings. Sure enough, I was bigger and had more sensitivity, making sex feel better. I switched over to the Testes Sub-Menu.

Testes

• Volume

• Fertility

• Production Rate

My fertility rate was increased a lot. I gaped at that. It was almost like if a woman was ovulating, I was guaranteed to breed her. I produced more cum, too, and generated more sperm just as fast. I check my Prostate and saw that I had no refractory period, the amount of time it took to recover, and my production of semen matched my testes ability to generate new sperm.

“Damn,” I muttered.

“The Most High took my suggestions,” said Anael. “Check your sex drive.”

I navigated through the Spiritual Menu to the Sexuality Sub-Menu. Sure enough, my lusts were increased a lot. No wonder I was horny all the time. I wanted sex badly. I was succumbing to temptation. What else had the Most High changed?

Didn’t look like anything else, save there was an edit in the health menu. He had cured me of early-stage colon cancer. I swallowed at that. After realizing I’d dodged a bullet, I shook my head It was interesting what he’d done to me.

I needed to pay attention to any guy fucking every girl he can. Making his own harem. Getting girls pregnant. Yumiko, one of my students, just found out she was pregnant today by her boyfriend. She was a good girl. I never thought she was the type to fool around and have premarital sex.

Was she edited?

Then it hit me. I had sex with a pregnant girl, but what about the others? I darted to my Relationship Sub-Menu. I hit the entry for my daughter, Sam. I stared at it. She was in love with me, the only man she wanted. She cared for me more than anyone else. There was nothing there about being the mother of my child or anything.

But…

I swallowed and then switched to her profile. I moved quickly to her profile. There was her name, but there was something else. There was a new menu beneath her name labeled Zygote. Sam was pregnant.

I’d bred my daughter.

“Congratulations,” the angel said. “You’re going to be a dad and grandpa!”

To be continued…

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Constructive criticism is welcomed, I would like to make the reading experience more enjoyable.

   After having a real pain in the ass day, I decide to go to my favorite bar for a beer and to visit with a good friend of mine that tends bar Friday nights.  I typically don’t care for the weekend crowds but needed to blow off some steam and knew she would have me laughing in no time since we had the same sense of humor.

I walked in the door and received a warm smile from Tracy, she immediately pours me a Guinness and with a concerning tone says, “That bad, huh?”  I sigh heavily and blow a whisp of bangs out of my eyes.

Tracy has been a great friend over the last few years, ever since  I moved to her home town. After graduating from college, I accepted a high paying although high stress corporate job. I met her at the local gay bar and was so thankful when she befriended me and helped me during that emotionally stressful time. We were like long lost friends right from the start. There was never any attraction between us, which eliminated any awkward moments. Tracy’s butch and I’m attracted to femmes being one myself, or at least a chapstick lesbian. She actually set me up with Sarah, one of her friends. It lasted for a while although we had a respectful mutual split and we all still remained friends.

Today I thought I could spin by and have 2, maybe 3 beers before they got busy with the weekend crowd then I would retreat to the comfort of my home.

Tracy knew that I must of had a shitty day knowing I liked a mellow place to have a beer once in a while but was easily irritated with a packed bar or being hit on by weekend lesbians.

She sets a coaster and my beer down and waits for me to talk…

“So why does my therapist always tell me that I need to stop trying to control everything?!?” I say with a overly dramitic quizzical look on my face. Tracy smirks and says “No more advice for you young lady…you still haven’t paid for your last session”, as she throws me a wink before walking to the other end of the bar to check on some other patrons.

My beer goes down quickly and Tracy brings me another. Letting the stress of the day evaporate, I relax and b.s. with my friend for a little bit. Tracy and I look over when we notice two new women enter the bar and sit at a table by the door. We both raise an eyebrow signaling the start of our bet, we quietly say Couple-Tourists-Newbie w/straight Wingman? I slap down a 5 spot on the bar  thinking briefly before I bet “Tourists” Tracy scoffs and bets “Newbie/Wingman”.

She gets their order, serves them quickly. Visits for a brief moment and returns laughing silently. Tracy gets to my end of the bar and pockets the cash.

“Damn it, I hate loosing!” I say with a slight laugh.

“Geez Maddie, don’t be so competitive! Besides I’m used to the tell tale signs….too bad, Wingman’s cute” She says in a devilish tone.

Knowing exactly what she’s doing I only reply with a shrug of the shoulders acting like I didn’t notice.

Tracy chuckles “Yeah, right!” as she walks away.

She knew me all too well, and knew my type better than I did. How could I not notice a genuine smile that had hint of a dimple on her left cheek and a  light nervous laugh that was so cute. Big soft brown eyes that seemed even brighter than her blushing cheeks. Straight brown hair that ended mid back.  She was wearing a casual white lace tank top that made her healthy tan really shine,  capris revealing her tone legs.

After realizing that I let my eyes linger a little too long, I look across the bar to find Tracy staring at me with a shit eating grin on her face. When her grin turns into a devilish smirk, my eyes go wide in panic knowing she’s going to embarrass me! I scrunch my eyebrows together and shake my head quickly, silently asking her not to do anything. She makes what appears to be rum and coke and walks over to the table nearest the door. Leaning on the back of the brunette ‘s chair she sets the drink down in front of her and motions in my direction. Trying not to show my frustration towards Tracy,  I give a slight wave and smile. The woman’s eyes went wide and she turned an even brighter shade of red. Her friend let out a loud laugh and hit her on the shoulder with the back of her hand playfully.

Tracy walks back to me clearly amused with herself. I roll my eyes at her and stand up to pay for my drinks, even the one I didn’t order. Tracy swings a bar towel down and says with a stern tone. “Oh don’t get all pissy, I was just messing around.”

“Damn it Trac, you know I don’t need drama like that right now.” I reply which was an answer that revealed a lot more than I intended. The corners of Tracy’s mouth starts to turn up into a grin. I rap my knuckles a couple times on the bar and draw out “I’ll see you later” and walk away. As I approach the door, I see the brunette pull back her shoulders and  straighten her back. I got a sudden twist in my stomach as I walk by but was able to throw her a quick smile before exiting the bar.

I drove straight home to my gated community. Immediately kicked off my shoes and put on some shorts and tank top. I leasurly pulled dinner ingredients and a Honey Brown beer out of the fridge. Casually grilling some chicken for my salad and then grabbed another New Castle to have with my dinner on the patio. After sighing and putting my bare feet up on a chair across from me, I jump at the sound of my phone ringing.  I recognize the number although answer with a reluctant “Hey Trac….” knowing we were going to have one of those conversations that I hate.

Tracy quickly apologizes but enevitably starts with her standard redoric.

“You shouldn’t work your life away and you know that you need to get back on the bike sooner or later!” She almost sounded like a broken reccord. Although I listen patiently knowing that she was only concerned for me. “Maddison, you haven’t even been out on a single date in over 8 months, I know you’re not hurt over Sarah….what’s really going on? “

“I know. Nothings going on. I’ve just been real busy with work and everything!” trying to calm her.

Scoffing in disbelief she says “Look, I gotta go…we’re starting to get busy but we are not done talking about this.”

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I wake and already have my whole Saturday planned. I was going to finish some work that I brought home from the office, put something on the grill. Maybe if I was lucky take a little dip in the pool.

Time flies by, even though I wasn’t very productive because I kept having flashing thoughts about the brunette at the bar. But I kept reminding myself regardless of what Tracy lectured me about.  Even if she was a beautiful woman, she was striaght… Maybe possibly bi-courious. That WAS just too much drama for any career orientated business woman like myself.

The phone rings and grunt in frustration knowing that it would probably be Tracy setting in for round two. She knew that I always answer the phone, no matter how irritated I was or what time it might have been.

“What’s up ?” I answer.

“Kendra’s here…”

Still being surrounded by paperwork I didn’t get what Tracy was getting at. 

“Who?” I ask confusingly.

“The brunette, dummy!” She chuckles.

I drop my highlighter, push my laptop away and lean back in my chair trying to feign confusion. “What?” Although immediately my breath hitches. I try again to throw Tracy off track, “Well, the money goes back into the pot then. Nobody won, if they’re a couple.”

I can just imagine Tracy’s goofy smile “Nope, I still win. She’s here….alone.”

Tracy gives me a hard time and says “What does your therapist always tell you?”

I growl in frustration even though secretly excited on the inside. I tell Tracy that I’ll come down for ONE beer, IF…IF it gets her off my back!

I freshen up quickly and throw my wavy brown hair into a loose ponytail trying to appear as casual as possible.

I walk in to the bar and immediately felt deflated when I don’t see this “Kendra” woman at the first table. I turn and head over to my usual spot and almost trip over my feet when I see her sitting at the end of the bar visiting with Tracy. I get that odd twist again in my stomach and even felt a little rubbery in the knees, which never happens to me. This must of been evident on my face and I feel bad because her blushing smile is replaced with a furrowed brow. I try to recover as quickly as possible and smile as I sit next to her.

“Fancy seeing you here, I’m Maddie!” I say trying to ignore the butterflies.

“Hi, I didn’t get the pleasure of meeting you yesterday or thanking you for the drink,  I’m Kendra!”

 

We both start out with the standard small talk. Tracy plays the part of a bartender perfectly, helped break the ice in the beginning but didn’t hover either. Finally our conversation actually started to flow naturally once I reminded myself that this wouldn’t go anywhere because this pretty thing didn’t know what she wanted and I was not going to be her “experiment”.  Keeping that in mind she actually hit it off with Tracy, myself and even a couple other regulars.

In between all of our laughter I had to shoot Tracy an evil glare when she mentioned that I was a gold star friend. Luckily Kendra didn’t pick up on the hidden meaning of Tracy’s smartass comment

Kendra’s sense of humor was very simular to mine, very dry with a touch of sass! The only problem was when we would make each other laugh she got a little twinkle in her eye that would make my heart flutter!  I had to keep reminding myself of my motto, “No Drama”

When ever she returned from the restroom or the jukebox, I had a difficult time keeping my eyes where they should be. She was wearing a pale yellow lace camisole top which revealed just enough to know she wasn’t wearing a bra. The sun would shine behind her and would show off her stunning silloutte through a colorful floral skirt

After a few hours of laughter and a couple of beers my stomach started to growl and I remembered that I didn’t eat any lunch and invite a few friends over for a impromptu get together. Kendra accepts excitedly but then all of my other friends smirk and say that they will have to decline for an eray of reasons. I shoot another look in Tracy’s direction to only see the same shit eating grin that I was so familiar with!

Now knowing that Kendra didn’t have many accepting/knowing friends, I decided to not reschedule. Figuring she might need a little break so she wouldn’t get too enindated or overwhelmed.  I was no where near as overbearing as some of my friends, especially with someone new to our community.

 When we first arrive at my house I am nervous because I didn’t want Kendra to think this was a planned seduction of some sort, well maybe by Tracy but not on my part. Eventually I started to relax again and enjoy myself cooking and entertaining even though it was just the two of us. After dinner we sat on the patio and enjoyed a glass of Sangria and continued visiting like old friends.

We are enjoying each others company and couldn’t help but flirt with each other periodically but always would quickly retreat. Although for different reasons, I can only assume that she’s aprehensive of where her desires might take her. I withdraw because my heart is moving faster than my mind and I always want to know and plan everything. The unfamiliar flip flops in my stomach and racing of my pulse is scary and new. My typical confidence is now running for cover.

I suddenly had to occupy myself when I notice the butterflies returning. I stand to clear the table but had to slightly lean over in Kendra’s direction revealing my cleavage. I felt even more flushed when I notice that her hand comes off of the glass table and a steamy hand print remained briefly. I felt a gaining fire and ache between my legs when I saw her start to trace imaginary circles with her middle finger in the air.  I went in the house immediatly to keep from pouncing on her right then and there. I try to catch my breath before returning from the kitchen. Tracy’s advice echoed through my head and I finally decided to give in. I approached Kendra from behind and dipped my head and suprised her with a light kiss on her neck. She jumped slightly but let a high pitched sigh escape her lips and instinctively tilted her head to give me more access. I hum against her skin enjoying the softness against my lips. I had to peel myself away but before I can return to my seat she grabs my hand and pulls me in close for a quick kiss. I wanted to stay there longer but didn’t want to push her too fast. Her cheeks were flushed and had the cutest grin that accented her dimple and made her eyes shine.

“I’m sorry, I just really wanted your lips on mine” She whispers to me.

I raised an eyebrow when she bites her lower lip. Confidence gaining, I lean over her and ghosts my lips next to hers giving a light flick with my tongue. She gives a soft whimper and lunges forward crashing our lips together. We explore each other with a very passionate kiss and both moan lightly with pleasure. All I could think about was what a wonderful kisser she is. The tenderness had us both moaning in unision, then would be mixed with playful nips that had us smiling with slight giggles. I pull back to look into her beautiful, warm eyes.  I place one palm across her jawline and gently caress her full lips with my thumb.

“Mmmm, that was lovely” I whisper to her with my face only inches away. 

I whimper and my pelvis aches when she parts her lips slightly and starts teasing my thumb with the tip of her tongue. I am so turned on knowing that my pussy was just as hot and wet as her tongue. Mesmerized watching her tongue, I release a deep moan. I raise my other hand to cup her face. With my palms on her cheeks I start kissing her with want and need. She moans loudly into my mouth that has a way of saying “finally”. The kisses now have pace of lust and desire.  I pull her up and forward, she stands slowly, careful not to break our kiss. Her hand snakes behind my neck pulling me closer and I wrap my hands around her waist, letting my hand slip under her blouse to caress the small of her back. Turning slowly I start to walk backwards in to my house pulling her with me. My intention is to get this glorious women into my bed but I quickly lose patience.  Making our way though the kitchen I turn and push her up against dark cabinets. We both release a high pitch moan upon impact and I start to slowly walk her skirt up with my fingers. We both moan deeper once my fingers graze the soft skin on her hips. Once the full length of material is in my hand, I pull down slowly. The skirt that flowed with her beauty earlier is now crumpled on the floor. Using both of my hands I lift her on to the counter top which makes her give out a light squeal and shiver when her skin touches the cool granite top. I strip her camisole over her head, reluctantly breaking our kiss. My eyes drink in her naked breast for the first time. Her skin was flawless, the bikini lines draws my eyes directly to her small yet firm full breasts and then my eyes drift down to a wet patch on her panties that is pure evidence of her excitement. Kendra clears her throat to snap me out of my fog. I blush profusely knowing I got caught gawking and lean in to start kissing her again.

She whispers against my lips with a smile “Did I just make a gold star blush?”

My eyes widen with surprise, she wasn’t as innocent as she was letting on! Before I could say anything, she closes the gap to bite and nip at my lower lip.

Kissing her gently and letting my tongue gently tease her, I can almost taste her moans.  I slowly move down her jaw and settle into her neck. When her soft moans change to deeper groans, I changed from light kisses to lashing at her with my wet hot tongue. I elicit another deeper moan along with a shiver from her when I let my knuckles deftly rub across her left erect nipple.

I mark her with a love bite right between her collar bone and her breast. I hum to myself pleased with my handy work. She pulls me into a heated kiss knowing I marked her to remind her of this evening.  I moan at the pleasure that I have  so long missed. My hands move slowly down to Kendra’s waist, down her thighs and to her knees and coax them wider. I  smile against her skin when she opens them wider to accept me. I’m pleased to know I wasn’t pushing her too fast.

This stunning women leans back on her hands and watches me with wide eyes kiss from her collar bone to the valley between her breast and then lightly lick and flick her nipple with the tip of my tongue.

The desire is starting to get overwhelming, I had to taste her! Moving lower and peppering her stomach with light kisses. I stop right at the top of her panties and lock eyes with her. I raise and eyebrow in a way of asking permission to continue. She mewls out a light response “Please don’t stop” Normally my dom side would come out and I would continue teasing her until she would be a whimpering, begging mess. Although don’t because I want her first lesbian experience to be beautiful and enjoyable, also my desire was like a wild fire and I just simply wanted her…now!

She shifted her weight and briefly brought her legs together helping me  pull her pale pink panties down. Sliding past her toned calves she raised one knee slightly spreading her legs for me. Her panties briefly hung up on her right ankle for a moment before falling silently to the tile floor of my kitchen. My eyes fall across her body her down to a nicely trimmed mound. Even though the hair was so short I could see the folds of her pussy glisten, I could smell her excitement as well.

Once I settled in between her thighs I couldn’t help but be completly selfish. I flatten my tongue and take a slow deliberate swipe up the entire legnth of her slit, gathering as much of her wetness on my tongue as I could.

Her voice quivers, “Oooh, God!”

 I close my eyes and enjoy her taste when I tilt my head back and swirl my tongue in my mouth savoring every drop of her. I groan and smile to myself, it has been WAY too long since I got to do that.

I take a natural deep breath and go back into her heat. I enjoy keeping my eyes locked with hers. She returns my gaze when her eyes aren’t rolling back in pleasure or fluttering shut. I work gracefully around her tender folds of skin and only lightly graze her sensitive clit periodically. Both moaning together I start to have an enveloping sensation that I have never had before. Trying to ignor my feelings, intent on pleasing her to the fullest and wanting to make this pure magic for her. I continue sucking and flicking her button of nerves with my tongue. I growl in hunger against her clit and she groans and bucks her hips against my face. Her hands move down and pull roughly at the back of my head,  fingers twisting through my hair. I pull back briefly, Kendra pleads “Oh no, please don’t stop now” which I had no plan on. Bringing two fingers to her entrance,  she then knew what I was about to do and whimpers in anticipation. I slide my fingers in easily into her aching hole. Her legs twitch and she kicks the cabinets with her bare feet.

“Oh my god, that feels good!” She breaths out through parted lips.

With my free hand I pull her closer and her sweat slicked skin magnifies my hunger. Running my blunt nails down her thigh makes her tremble, growling in pleasure.

 “Oh my god, Maddie…fuck me!” as I pull her leg over my shoulder. The strength of her leg holds me firmly as she uncontrollably bucks herself into a wild orgasm. Her muscles soon became rigid although almost felt like she had electricity flowing through her veins. Slowling slightly,  I let her ride out her sensation and only remove my fingers when she is completely spent.

Gently moving her leg, it falls limp against the cabinet. I stand and her eyes are shut and my heart clenched wondering if she now regrets what we have done. Kendra opens her eyes, and I stand back feeling a little apprehension. My heart skips when I hear

“Get over her, beautiful” I  step closer and she pulls me into a heated kiss and moans in a different way.

“Mmm, you taste ……good!?”  My heart flutters at her words.

“That’s you baby! You’re the one that tastes so sweet.”  I murmur into a long drawn out wet kiss, our tongues caressing each other passionately.

“I want…more…..I want you!” Her words make my whole body ache with need. I groan at the thought of her mouth on my clit and it is pulsating almost painfully. But I can’t help but smirk knowing that man has lost another stunning woman to the other team!

Helping her down from the counter. She slides against my skin and I get to kiss her again from her chest and back to her neck. Now looking eye to eye, I feel lost. My heart races and I suddenly feel anxiety rushing through my veins. Trying to ignore this new sensation, I gently kiss Kendra’s hand while staring into her bright eyes and pull her to go back out side. She looks at me confusingly but clearly curious of what my plan was. I press up against her whole body and whisper into her neck “Trust me. The back yard is surrounded by tall trees” as I flick off the patio light. I moan in response to her giggle that turns into a whimper when I pinch her nipple.

 I move her in the direction of the pool and she now knows my devious plan is for us to go skinny dipping. Pool side I quickly ditch my shorts and tank top as we walk and kiss and slowly try to make our way to the shallow end of the pool. She stops and pulls me into a wonderful wet kiss. As my fingers slip though her beautiful brown hair, Kenda holds me firmly around the waist then suddenly smiles as she falls to the right and pulls me into the pool with her! I squeal in anticipation  of the cool water but have to quickly hold my breath. When we surface, I find her beautiful face smiling like a Cheshire cat.

“I’m gonna get you” I say playfully as I gently splash water in her direction

She raises one eyebrow and in a sultry voice says “I believe it’s my turn to get you”

My eyes flutter slightly at the thought and I start to swim towards her. Her eyes and nose are slightly out of the water and she wrinkles her nose and gives me a come hither motion with her index finger. When our bodies meet she raises out of the water to meet me eye to eye. I can’t believe how gorgeous she is in the soft glow of the pool light.

I couldn’t help grab her hips and give a brief but firm possessive tug against her body, eliciting an “Oohhh” sound from Kendra then I wrap my arms around her waist. I move one hand to her neck and the other to left breast and kneed it briefly before teasing her nipple with my fingertips. Kendra leaves one hand on the small of my back but slowly moves her other hand to my core. We both gasp for air when her middle finger slides between my folds with ease due to a my excess slickness.

“Oh, wow…..you’re wet!” She moans out.

“You have no idea how much you turn me on” I husk out but quickly clench my teeth together when her finger continues moving.

“Right there, baby” I growl but then she stops.

“Can we move to your bedroom?” She whispers.

 Even though my body is aching for a release, I worry that this is evening is going too fast for her. I don’t want to end this perfect evening if she wasn’t ready reciprocate with any sapphic love making. I try to let her know its okay if she wants to stop by saying,

“Hey babe, it’s okay. Let’s slow down…why don’t I just give you a call tomorrow” and give her a quick kiss.

“Oh, no…..no one is stopping! (devilish grin) I was hoping to make you scream but didn’t want to wake your neighbors. Besides I want the lights on!”

I shiver at the thought and give her one more sensual kiss before turning to make our way out of the pool. We reach the foot of the lounge chair and I move my book and pick up the towels that I had set out earlier that day. We quickly pat dry our hair and towel each other off but end up more groping at each others body. Picking up my discarded clothes and wrapping our towels around us, we hurry back into my house.

Keeping our eyes locked in between quick kisses as I pull her towards my bedroom.  I’m pleased because her eyes only fill more and more with desire. Suddenly her pace quickens and she pushes me until the back of my legs hit the edge of my bed. Letting her towel fall away from her body and a wild look in her eyes she pulls my shorts and tank top from my hand and flings them across the room in a mock fury and playfully rips the towel from my body. She is so cute trying to be a little dom, I smile and let her find her way in her new adventure. We both smile briefly before she raises an eyebrow and literally pounces on me. Our lips couldn’t be closer without touching as we move further on to the bed and her warm breath washes over my face.  My tongue slips gently to her lips and carefully caress her equally wanting tongue. We moan together as our kiss increases with passion. This moment has been building for too long and I can’t wait any more! I know that it’s been a while for me although the sensations running through me are still higher than ever before.  

She settles herself between my legs and the weight of her body is an unbelievable turn on and a relief all at the same time. I moan in anticipation when her hand slowly slides in between us and makes its way to my throbbing pussy. Moaning together when her finger slides against my hairless, slick mound. I let a groan escape from my lips and enjoy when she takes it as hers with a kiss. I wrap my legs around her waist and melt as she grinds the back of her hand with her pelvis. I don’t need any more because the  wave is about to crash over me. “Oh baby, that’s the….” two fingers ram into me and I can’t finish a complete thought. My mind is a whirl instantly and I shudder when I was hit with the quickest orgasm ever.

As soon as I catch my breath I blush with embarrassment. I was supposed to be the experienced woman tonight. I suddenly felt like a vulnerable teenager having their first sexual experience. My mind is searching for logic, trying to understand why this experience felt better than any other.  Kendra was number six for me in my 29 years of life but all I could think about is that I wished she was my first and last! Trying not to think, I pull her down on to me. I nuzzle up to her neck and kiss her tender skin gently. Relaxing in a state of satifaction we both easily drift off to sleep.

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I wake in the morning upside down in my bed, turn and find Kendra staring at me. I smile as I blink slowly “Mmmm..good morning, beautiful!” I rasp out with a sleepy voice.

She smirks “I’m so glad you didn’t leave in the middle of the night”

We chuckle together but my heart flutters wondering what she meant by that. Was I looking too much into her possible meaning? I lean in closer and kiss her gently. Holding the kiss as long as possible, I inhale through my nose and sigh, enjoying the softness of her lips. She smiles against my lips and I can’t help but smile too as I think of the little dimple that only shows on her cheek when she smiles.

I hear my cell phone vibrate in my shorts that were who knows where, since they were flung away in the middle of the night. I ignore it for the first time ever.

“Don’t you want to get that?” She asks.

“Nope” I murmur and return to kissing her.

My home phone now rings and it receives the same treatment.

“Maybe, it’s important? ” Kendra asks with a concerned tone.

I pull the sheet over our heads in attempt to hide from the world. When  Tracy’s voice comes on my answering machine and I groan and roll my eyes hoping that she doesn’t embarrass me.

“Hey Maddie, this is Trac. Sorry I missed you already this morning , or maybe your in the shower (giggle). Well, I’ll catch you later. I’m working this afternoon, come by for a bloody mary, bye!.”

I roll my eyes again knowing Kendra heard the hidden joke in Tracy’s words.

“She’s gonna give us shit, isn’t she?” Kendra asks

“Yep….but…I…don’t…care!” I say as I punctuate with kisses in between each word.

I roll her over until I’m directly on top of her and I can’t help but to smile at this stunning woman that is glowing from the light that is shining through the sheet that is still pulled over our heads.

“What?” She asks with a smirk

“Mmm” is my only response as I continue kissing her. My lips part slightly and I flick my tongue against her lip. She responds with a similar playful kiss. Moaning together our kisses become less playful and replaced with passionate wet kisses with our tongues wrestling together as I push my body against hers.

Kendra moans out what I long to hear “Can you…do what you did last night…again?”

“Hhhmmm?” Wanting to find out if she liked to be teased.

“You know…that thing…” She says with a higher pitched voice and a slight smile.

“You’re gonna have to be more specific. ” I tease back.

She whimpers, “That thing…with your mouth…down there.”

“Mmmm….Where do you want my mouth? ” I husk into her lips.

Her body is now trembling  in between ragged breaths.

“Say it….I want to hear you say it ” I whisper against her quivering breath.

“On my….p-pussy” She whispers against my lips.

I smile and move slowly kissing and nipping at her skin across her chin, down her jaw to her neck.  ” Mmmmm, you want me to….”  Against her skin I mimic my words with the same actions. “kiss (kiss) your pussy…”

“Yesss…” She mewls out.

“Lick (lick) your pussy…” I tease in the crook of her neck.

“Uh, huh..” She whimpers with a high pitch moan.

“Bite your pussy…” I draw out as I lightly drag my teeth across her neck that shows her racing pulse.

“Ooohhhh, Maddie…. Fuck me, ….please….would you please fuck me!” She begs.

“God, you’re even sexier when you beg.” I growl in response.

My whole pelvis aches with desire and I start kissing my way to Kendra’s breast. Swirling my tongue with every kiss I trace over her love bite from last night and make my way to her stiff right nipple. My hand cups her left breast and I lightly pinch and pull her left nipple with my thumb and finger, all the while I continue to tease her other nipple with my mouth. Kendra moans and arches her back to push harder into me. She starts to whimper with pleasure when I gently drag my teeth across her nipple then wrap it up in my wet tongue and gently lash at it soothingly.

I move my left hand tantalizing slow against her soft skin squeezing firmly her ribs and pelvis. I elicit a deep moan from her when I drag my nails under her thigh to her perfectly shaped ass and squeeze roughly.

My need is growing and start to move lower. I try to go slow and build the moment but I want to taste her sweetness in the worst way. Kissing my way down her stomach, I pause right below her belly button and enjoy her quivering muscles against my lips.  Consumed by the scent of her excitement, I continue lower and gently kiss her moist mound. I hum anticipation before I snake my tongue into her wet folds. We both moan together when we truly connect.

To me there is a certain magic in the taste of a beautiful woman, but this time it is at a new high. I am intoxicated on Kendra and I have no intentions on stopping, my hunger is insatiable! I am lost in passion and selfishly make love to her with my mouth. I am suddenly reminded of her needs when growls out my name. Her knees bend, hips thrust and she roughly pulls the back of my head with both of her hands.

I pullback and she grunts in dissapointment and I can’t help but to smile to know her want and need. I flip over to my back and quickly tell her, “Come up here gorgeous!”

She eagerly kneels and flips her leg over and straddles my face. I graciously take her clit in between my lips and suck gently. Kendra’s hips start to rock back and forth. When her grinding gets more forceful I wrap my arms around her thighs and hold her tight. I let a growl escape, she responds by pulling at the back of my head. I have no air and I don’t care, all I want is more! I adjust myself and bring two fingers up to her entrance and slowly enter her tight pussy. She unknowingly clenched my fingers as I start to please her with a ramming motion that ends with a little tug of my wrist each time. Her moans and groans build and turns to screams as her sensation starts to explode. I am able to thrust a few more times and start to shake my head side to side while holding her clit between my lips.  She screams out with a force that is animal like before her body goes rigid. She tries to get air in her lungs but can’t because her mouth gasps open with a wild scream that can’t escape.  She tries to come down from her rush although her body peodically spasms. I release her clit but continue to flex my fingers against her g-spot.

Kendra thrusts one more time forcefully before her hips still, while she cums completely and gives then a last shudder with her hips and sighs with a content that obviously had years of pent up emotions behind it. She swings her weak leg away and falls beside me.

“Oh my god….thank you Maddie!”  She breaths out with a heavy sigh.

I roll to my side and trace my fingers across her stomach. She starts to recover and I suddenly see a hunger in her eyes. Our mouths meet in a passionate kiss. Like last night, I hear a moan that has curiosity behind it. She gently pushes my hip until I am on my back. And lowers herself and treats me with heated kisses across my breasts down to my stomach. She slowly lowers herself until her mouth hovers above my core.

To my surprise Kendra has a very honest, innocent way about her as  she brings her hand up and parts my labia. Her eyes are wild with lust and curiosity as she leans forward to lightly kiss my throbbing pussy. Her eyes flutter and she moans deeply,  although my groan is what echoes through the room. Her tongue flicks between her lips and makes contact. We both quickly moan out in pleasure. I truly want nothing else than to be with her, right here, right now. My want and need for this exquisite woman is like none other. Her own actions are now being controlled by her excitement and known through her growls and overall eagerness. She attacks my pussy with an insatiable hunger and explores every bit of me with her hot mouth! I can easily tell that like me, Kendra is addicted to the taste. Her hands move to my ass and squeezes roughly. My muscles tighten as I near the beautiful sensation of a massive climax and I start coming undone for this stunning woman.

“Kendra, oh my sweet heaven” I scream, as my toes curl in exticy! I finally relax my arched back and fall to the bed. With a smile that has a hint of pride behind it, Kendra slinks up to me and kisses me passionately before she falls to my side.

“Are you sure you haven’t done that before?” I say lightly as I push a little hair away from her face a place it behind her ear.

She smiles in victory and blushes “First time, but I have been wanting to for years! Did I do okay?”

” Oh sweetie, you have no idea!” I mumble against her neck as I kiss her skin and watch goosebumps erupt across her body.

“I think I might need more practice.” She smirks with an eyebrow raised.

“Good, what are you doing this afternoon? ” I reply back playfully.

“Uhm, well we better first go to the bar and let your friends settle their bets on us!” She laughes.

I smile with excitement as she says “Us” but apologize “Oh gawd, I’m sorry they’re such assholes!”

She pulls me in closer and laughs against my neck under my chin “You liar! Tracy told me you lost five bucks on me!”

I blush immediately but roll her over and lightly kiss her and whisper against her lips “Yeah, but I WON so much more!”

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Now that everyone knows Jack’s true powers, the final lessons can begin.

Chapter 7:

Victoria looked out the window of the hotel room she was sharing with Jack. She could barely keep her mind on one thought or worry, it was like trying to grab snakes while pumped full of Novocain. Playing in her mind over and over like a Youtube video set to repeat, the scene from the garage haunted her like the guilt of a crime. Her emotions were a sea of confusion, struggling to define her feelings for Jack. After seeing what he was capable of, she felt fear; after realizing the secret he had kept from her, she felt distrust and resentment; and after hearing his words and seeing him smile… she felt love.

As Jack came up behind her, putting his hands on her shoulders and kissing her neck, she stirred and pulled away, almost with disgust. Biting his lip, he wrapped his arms around her waist, and while she gave a half-hearted struggle for a few seconds, she soon became docile.

“Victoria, what do I have to do to make your forgive me?”

“You don’t get it, you just don’t get it. It’s not a matter of whether or not I can forgive you, it’s a matter of what this means for our relationship. I have no idea who or what you are and you won’t answer any of my questions.”

“No, this is about forgiveness. You’re angry with me for keeping this secret from you. You’re angry with me for complicating things. You’re angry with me because I can’t give you any answers right now. But what angers you the most is that things had to change when they were so perfect just an hour ago. Speak your mind Victoria.”

“How can I trust you? How can I believe you when you say you love me or start preaching your psycho bullshit?! How do I know that you’re not just stringing me along, thinking of me in the same way that a human thinks of an animal or an insect? How can I ever trust you when I can never be your equal?”

“Victoria, I am human. I have a human brain and a human body, and the way I feel and think is possible for any other human. Except for my powers, any other human can become like me, it all depends on how they choose to see the universe and how they choose to shape their perceptions. The love I feel for you is just like the love anyone else would feel in my position. I love you and I care about you.”

“But why have you hidden the truth from me?”

“Because of this, right here and now. Can you imagine what your reaction would have been before we started our relationship? We’ve been together for so short a time, can you really say that you would have handled this better in the past?”

“If you can bring back the dead, why didn’t you bring back your mom?”

His hold loosened. “I do not see life and death in the same way you do, everything I have said about existing forever has been honest and true. The only reason why I revived those thugs is to make up for the violence I committed against them in the first place. What happened to my mother was an accident, but what I did to them was on purpose. Admittedly, I let my temper get the best of me, and recreating them was my penitence for it.”

Taking a step forward, Victoria turned around and placed her hands on Jack’s chest. “Do you really love me?”

“With all of my heart.”

“Then I trust you.”

Leaning forward, she buried her face in the side of his neck and held onto him for dear life. Jack wrapped his arms tightly around her, his fingers tented against the back of her head and the sweet fragrance of her hair dominating his senses. Both humming like newborn pups, they tightened their grasp on each other, holding themselves so close together that they could feel each other’s hearts beating. As if surrendering, Victoria released her hold and raised her head, glanced up with a small content smile and blushing face. Looking like a cat getting rubbed in just the right spot behind the ear, she completely let go and almost became limp, fully giving in to the feeling of being embraced.

Slowly, Jack let go and the two teenagers stared into each other’s eyes, waiting only a few moments before they started kissing. Panting heavily from their growing arousal, they moved over to the bed without ending heir kiss, undressing each other before lying down. Without using his hands, Jack entered Victoria with one great push, drawing a gasp of joy from the young beauty. Their naked bodies pressed together and interlocked, the two lovers began panting and trembling in bliss with Jack taking point, thrusting into Victoria with machine-like strength.

Victoria’s body was indescribable in its physical beauty and feeling. Her firm rolling breasts jiggling against his chest, her soft flat belly lapping against his like waves on the beach, her long smooth legs wrapping around his waist and holding him tightly, her beautiful scarlet hair smelling like roses and fruit, and her red lips, as soft and delicate as wisps of ice cream. He loved every single centimeter of her body, and she could feel his love. She could feel his feelings being injected into her with each penetration, as well as with each breath they shared while they kissed.

Jack began to pick up speed, driving into her like a woodpecker and causing the mattress to rock back and forth and bounce on its frame. Feeling her barriers crashing down with each thrust, Victoria stopped kissing him and lied back, relishing the feeling of her approaching orgasm. Knowing the signs, Jack changed his movements, stirring his cock inside her with each thrust instead of relying on deep penetration. At last, Victoria cried out in ecstasy and Jack could feel her pussy shaking with wet arousal.

“Oh Jack!” she moaned over and over again.

Not done, Jack rolled off and got behind her with the two of them on their sides. Lifting up her leg, he re-entered her and resumed fucking her, giving her a wide excited smile from the switch to the new position. Grinning and licking her lips, Victoria looked back and resumed hissing him, while placing one hand on his cheek and using the other hand to rub her clit. With the threshold reached, Victoria was quick to have another mind-numbing orgasm.

“Victoria, I’m going to cum,” he grunted in her ear.

“Well you’ve certainly deserved it. Give to me, darling, pour all of your semen into me.”

Happy to obey, Jack put all of his remaining strength into twenty more brutally-fast thrusts, forcing his cock into her with so much speed that his balls were basically being slingshot back and forth almost painfully. In tandem with the twentieth thrust, Jack gave a low growl and emptied all of his reserves into her, filling her up to the point where sperm was overflowing and oozing out of her pussy. His erection deflating, Jack pulled out of her and laid his head on the pillow.

“I love you, Jack, and I just want to be with you,” Victoria whispered, pressing herself against him.

“Don’t worry, we’ll be together forever,” he replied, holding her close and slowly drifting to sleep.

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“For as long as I can remember, my mom has been an overachiever with high expectations of me. You could say that she is a workaholic, always spending her time at one job or another, coming home late each night because she would rather work 5 to 9 instead of 9 to 5. It’s not like we needed the money, we would have been fine if she had worked better hours. When I asked her why she was never home and why she was so obsessed with work, she said that adults have to work, that’s just the way it is. Knowing what you have to do and doing it is all a part of growing up. She drilled that into my mind over and over again: know what you have to do and then do it, it’s time for you to grow up. I used to think she just hated my dad and I, but now I’m old enough to know that she’s just crazy. Oh well, with me being a whore and my mom always gone, it’s no big surprise that I started screwing my dad every night,” Kelly said with a bitter laugh, sitting on the invisible ground with her back to Jack.

“How Freudian, very interesting,” Jack said, walking towards her from across the dreamscape.

“What do you mean?”

He sat down behind her, back to back. “Freud believed that early childhood experiences dominated the shaping process of the human mind, and that most inner conflicts stemmed from the instinctive desire to have sex gone wrong. Many of these issues deal with the parents of the opposite gender. To be frank, you’re Freud’s wet dream. He got a lot wrong, but not everything.”

“So how does that help me?” Kelly asked, leaning her head back against his shoulder.

“Well we have two aspects as to the development of your identity crisis. On one hand, you have an uncaring mom who would rather stay at the office long into night than take her role as a wife and mother, leaving that role open, and you have her forcing a concept into your mind that terrified you and gave you a deep-seated fear of growing older. The family is the greatest basis for the development of our personalities: we mirror ourselves after our same-gender parent or rebel to create our own personality, in this case, your mother. We then use our opposite-gender parent as a model in which we develop our expectations for everyone of the opposite gender.

Quite simply, your father is the first man you have ever known and you used him as a model to set your expectations for finding a mate. With this, it’s clear that since you didn’t really have a mother in which to mirror or rebel against, you instead saw the role that she left wide open. Because you had no identity of your own, you sought to take your absent mother’s, at least in terms of responsibility. This can often take place in single-parent families, but it is because of your complete lack of an identity that you took it so far. This is why you never really felt shame when being intimate with your father; it was because you had not established your role as the daughter.

Then, there is the second aspect. From what I understand, you loathe your mother and you rarely ever saw her. From this, I can assume that you naturally rebelled against becoming like her, using only what you were able to gleam from her. She said that she drilled into your mind the concept that growing up involves total self-knowledge and the stoic sense of what has to be done. You hated your mother, so you hated what she believed in. You didn’t want to prove her right and become what she wanted, so you turned your back on knowing yourself. You tried to fight against the aging process, you wanted to stay young, immature, and carefree to rebel against her, and to do that, you had to stay ignorant of who you are and “what you needed to do”. Basically, your feelings for your mother triggered and energized humans’ natural fear of death and aging.

The fact that you were so desperate to stay young also helps explain why you chose the role of a prostitute. By becoming a sex object, you made yourself feel wanted and attractive, which is the main desire and fear that people normally develop, as they grow older.”

“So what should I do?” Kelly asked, feeling the last and greatest weight basically melting off her shoulders.

“Nothing. You now know the source of your problems, and with that, you will naturally and subconsciously work to fix it. You have discovered your identity, so you’ve solidified your core and know where you stand. All that’s left is to overcome your anger and resentment for your mother and come to terms with your fear of death and aging, which you will achieve when I teach you to unlock the Self. For now, you are done.” H

Getting up on her knees, Kelly turned around and leaned on Jack, wrapping her arms around him. “Jack, you’ve helped me more than anyone else in my life. No one has ever been so kind to me and done so much for me.”

“You don’t have to thank me, we’re friends after all,” he said with a smile while reaching back stroking her hair.

“Jack, I think I love you.”

Jack’s hand stopped, and he moved it down from her hair and placed it on her hand. “Kelly, you know I am with Victoria. I love her and I promised her that I would be with no one else.”

“But you love me too, I know you do! You wouldn’t have done all this for me if you didn’t!” she said desperately with a tight hold.

“You’re right, I do care about you, but not in the same way I care about Victoria. Please Kelly, don’t make this difficult.”

“You told me that you love to help people, to fulfill their potential. If I could be with someone I love and who loves me, just for one night, I think I may finally understand who I truly am. Be my mirror, show me my reflection.”

Jack sighed. “Speak to Victoria, I won’t do anything unless she wants me to.”

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The four teenagers were sitting on the floor in Jack’s room, taking advantage of the time after school. “In order to discover the Self, you must see through the Superego. You must see through the display you use to project who you are, the part of your personality that is shaped by events and experiences. Think of your mind as like a planet, with your Self as the pure molten core, free of all characteristics or distinguishable features. Your Superego is the surface, shaped and morphed by the tectonic collisions of your life and decorated by life. All three of you have gone through this process: Victoria, you removed the barriers you had created around yourself out of fear of assimilation and have learned to trust others; Kelly, you discovered your identity and came to terms with your innate fear of growing up; Tyler, you faced the death of your sister, learned that pain is in the mind, and that there is no possible course of action, except for the one taken, all resulting in the loss of the guilt that has plagued you for years.
Now, you all know that I am different, and I have promised you all of your answers on my birthday. That said, it would be better for you to complete this before then, which means that we have four days. Today I will begin going over with you the main concepts of the self and give an overview of the Tree of Life, something I have instructed Kelly to research. After that, we will closely examine the concepts, and hopefully, you will all be ready to accept my answers. Are you all ready?”

Everyone nodded.

“Good, I’ll start off summarizing what I have told you all already. The Self is the core of your personality, the untainted source of all your honest likes and dislikes. When I say honest, I mean that the social factor has no effect on it. If you give into peer pressure, you could say that your Superego is the need to impress others, but the Self is your conscience, telling you not to give in, or in reverse, your Superego is the need to maintain your strong moral appearance, while the Self is the instinct to go after all forms of pleasure. The interesting thing is that with this example, your conscience is acting, but not specifically your morals. Basically, the Self does not recognize rules or laws unless you adhere to them by nature.

The Self has a very instinctual and biological origin, as it controls how we perceive our world and essentially regulates the flow of chemicals and neural pulses in the brain. It is like a combination of your physical desires and your pure emotions, basically the Id and Ego to your Superego, as Freud would say. However, the Self is also the source of higher-level thinking. I don’t mean that unlocking the Self makes you a super-genius, but it is instead the medium we use to conceive our place in the universe. The Superego looks only at the tiny world we live in, but the Self takes in our acknowledgement of the entirety of creation and gives birth to true philosophy.

As I said before, the Self controls our perceptions, labeling everything as good or bad, basically working on autopilot. However, if you can achieve the Self and see the truth that it provides for you, then you can see something from every possible angle, both positive and negative, and truly choose to be happy. People often ask me why I am so happy. Quite simply, I am happy because I am able to see the light in everything. They say that every problem is an opportunity in disguise, well that’s basically how I see the world. I only lower my smile out of respect for people grieving or when it is socially needed.”

“So how exactly do you discover the Self?” Kelly asked.

“You must overcome every assumption and unwritten rule that society has given you, you must realize your true value in the universe, and you must learn to go beyond black and white perceptions and see the gray in between. Many of the lessons on the Self, you have each already learned, albeit separately. I’ll go over all of them again so that you each get the same lesson, but not now. Now, we focus on the Tree of Life, also known as the Kabbalah and the Sephirot Tree. I figure since you know what I am capable of, there is no point in hiding it.”

On the wall behind Jack, three diagrams of light appeared, each the size of a table. All three of his students gasped in amazement, even Victoria, who had seen him block a knife, dematerialize bullets, and rip humans apart atom by atom and then resurrect them. The first diagram was of the simple Tree of Life, no more than a web with eleven bubbles, a name in each one. The second one was more complex, with explanations and directions around and between each bubble, as well as multiple symbols. However, due to the language of its origin, it was completely unreadable. The third looked downright strange, resembling an upside-down palm tree with branches extending from the trunk and a label imprinted on each of the ten leaves. Each branch had its own Sephirot bubble, as well as the heart of the roots and the knot of the tree.

“The tree has multiple interpretations, not only in translation but in appearance. One of my favorites is the work of Robert Fludd, the one who created the third diagram. The Tree of Life is one of the foundations of all religion, serving as the pathway to God. Now before you start worrying, I want to assure that I’m not trying to indoctrinate you into a cult,” he said with a laugh, which was joined by the others. “I use the Tree of Life as a reference because I find it to be truly a fascinating concept and a perfect example for my methods. I am in no way religious. You all know my motto; half of reality is how you perceive it. When I say it, I mean that it is only through consciousness that things can be labeled and categorized. You can’t deny that a star is a colossal mass of nuclear fire, but you need a mind to actually label it as ‘hot’. This ability, born to everything that thinks, could almost considered a divine power. Quite simply, the gods that humans try so hard to find are actually the humans themselves.

That’s why the Tree of Life is such a good example for my teachings; you can replace God with the Self for the achievement that it leads you to. Since God and man are one in the same, the Tree of Life leads back to the same goal. Now, we move onto the definition. Each Sephirot on the tree corresponds to a virtue, a state of mind that must be attained to form a path. The tree has many different translations, but the overall idea is the same. Try to remember these, at least the definitions.

Keter, the first Sephirot, is our direct connection to our higher self. It links us to the higher dimensions through which only the mind may enter, since the mind creates them. It also consists of things that the human mind cannot comprehend. It represents the primal stirrings of intent in the Ein Soph—the Ein Soph being both the origin of everything and the divine nothing—or the arousal of desire to come forth into the varied life of being. But in this sense, although it contains all the potential for content, it contains no content itself, and is therefore called ‘Nothing’.

Chokhmah, the second of the ten Sephirot, is the first power of conscious intellect within Creation, and the first point of ‘real’ existence, since Keter represents emptiness. It is the power of intuitive insight, as well as wisdom. The “wisdom” of Chokhmah also implies the ability to look deeply at some aspect of reality and abstract its conceptual essence till one succeeds in uncovering its underlying axiomatic truth. These seeds of truth can then be conveyed to the companion power of Binah for the sake of intellectual analysis and development. Consider this our ability to comprehend and define.

Binah is ‘understanding’ or ‘contemplation’. It is likened to a ‘palace of mirrors’ that reflects the pure point of light of Chokmah, increasing and multiplying it in an infinite variety of ways. In this sense, it is the ‘quarry’, which is carved out by the light of wisdom. On a psychological level, Binah is “processed wisdom,” also known as deductive reasoning. It is davar mitoch davar -understanding one idea from another idea. While Chockmah is intellect that does not emanate from the rational process (it is either inspired or taught), Binah is the rational process that is innate in the person, which works to develop an idea fully.

Da’at is considered the point of creation, when the active principle of Chokhmah (wisdom), meets with the passive principle of Binah, ‘understanding’, and creates the archetypal idea of knowledge. These three are sometimes referred to as the “super-conscious”. You could say that Da’at is an unofficial Sephirot, serving as the keystone between all of them. Consider it your anchor, the balance in which you retain your humanity so that the knowledge of the Tree of Life doesn’t fuel your ego and give you delusional ideas of grandeur.

Chesed is loving-kindness, a simple virtue that can never be underestimated in its value. Like Da’at, it is an anchor to remind you that you are human, as one who is cruel seeks to separate himself from others, while someone who is kind opens their heart and places trust.

Gevurah is understood as God’s mode of punishing the wicked and judging humanity in general. But like I’ve said before, man and God are one in the same, therefor, it is the ability of humans to judge other humans. It is the foundation of stringency, absolute adherence to the letter of the law, and strict meting out of justice, essentially making it the key to mankind’s ability to create civilization. This stands in contrast to Chesed. Gevurah is associated in the soul with the power to restrain one’s innate urge to bestow goodness upon others, when the recipient of that good is judged to be unworthy and liable to misuse it. I used Gevurah when Victoria and I were attacked, knowing there was no time to talk. As the force that measures and assesses the worthiness of Creation, Gevurah is also referred to in the Kabbalah as midat hadin (the attribute of judgment). It is the restraining might of Gevurah which allows one to overcome his enemies, be they from without or from within (his evil inclination).

Tiferet is the force that integrates the Sephirot of Chesed (“compassion”) and Gevurah (Strength or Judgement). These two forces are, respectively, expansive (giving) and restrictive (receiving). Either of them without the other could not manifest the flow of enlightened energy; they must be balanced in perfect proportion by balancing compassion with discipline. This balance can be seen in the role of Tiferet, wherein the conflicting forces are harmonized, and creation flowers forth. This is what will grant you the knowledge to know when to talk down a terrorist who has shot you in the chest and is trying to crash a plane and when to do what you can to ensure your safety or the safety of someone else. Tiferet also balances Netzach and Hod in a similar manner. In that case, Hod can be seen as the intellect where Netzach is seen as emotion.

Understanding the attributes of Netzach and Hod gives us a new perspective into understanding what is happening in the world. No longer do we merely look at an act at face value and attempt to understand it as such, but we must look at it also in terms of “a means to an end.” These Sephirot mark a turning point. Whereas the first two groups of Sephirot deal with intrinsic will and what it is that we desires to bestow upon other people, these Sephirot are focused on man: What is the most appropriate way for man to receive God’s message? How can God’s will be implemented most effectively? In essence, it is the innate desire to find the Self, balancing intellect and emotion to uncover your core.

All the Sephirot are likened to different parts of the body, and Netzach and Hod are likened to the two feet of a person. Feet are usually only the means for a person’s activity. While the hands are the main instrument of action, the feet bring a person to the place where he wishes to execute that action. However, Hod is seen as form of “submission”; being explained that instead of “conquering” an obstacle in one’s way, (which is the idea of Netzach), subduing oneself to that “obstacle” is related to the quality of Hod. Tyler, what you and I discussed about how time dictates all actions fit into this category. It is the humble acceptance of one’s role and value in the universe.

The Sephirot of Yesod translates spiritual concepts into actions that unite us with God, or as I’ve said, the Self. It plays the role of collecting and balancing the different and opposing energies of Hod and Netzach, and also from Tiferet above it, storing and distributing it throughout the world. It is likened to the engine-room of creation. Think of it as the hub between the Self and the Superego, creating the compromises between our true desires and society’s needs that we experience every day. When the Self tells you that you are hungry but your Superego reminds you that you are on a diet, the principal of Yesod comes into play in the form of you deciding to eat something healthy.

Malkuth is the final Sephirot, and unlike the other nine, it is an attribute of mankind, which does not emanate from mankind directly. Rather it emanates from mankind’s creation—when that creation reflects and evinces mankind’s glory from within itself. Think of it as the final anchor, the link between the world outside your body and the world inside your mind. It is associated with the realm of matter and relates to the physical world. It is important not to think of this Sephirot as merely “unspiritual”, for even though it is the emanation furthest from the divine source, it is still on the Tree of Life. As the receiving sphere of all the other Sephirot above it, Malkuth gives tangible form to the other emanations. It is like the negative node of an electrical circuit. The divine energy comes down and finds its expression in this plane, and our purpose as human beings is to bring that energy back around the circuit again and up the Tree.

Now, that is it for today. Go home, mull over what I have told you, and see what progress you can make on your own. I’ll leave you all alone tonight.”

Everyone nearly rolled back onto the floor like water if its container suddenly disappeared. They had been sitting still for so long and paying so much attention to Jack that they had lost all feeling in their muscles. They all stood up and stretched, moaning in joy at the feeling of finally being able to ease the tension in their bodies.

“All right, ladies, I’ll drive you home,” Tyler said with a yawn.
“Actually I live just down the road, so I’ll stay with Jack a little longer and then walk home. But thank you though,” Victoria said gratefully.

“Kelly?” Tyler asked.

“Yeah, that would be great. But, uh, Victoria? Could I talk to you for a minute?”

Victoria raised an eyebrow in suspicion. “Sure,” she said, following Kelly out of the room and deep into the hall.

“So, what do you think they’re talking about?” Tyler asked.

“I don’t have the heart to listen in,” Jack said, standing up and stretching.

“You’ve certainly recovered from your wound quickly.”

“Well now that you three know, I don’t have to pretend anymore. Really, I just walk with the cane for everyone else’s sake.”

“So when I discover my Self, will I get powers like yours?”

Jack laughed. “No, my abilities and the Self are completely unrelated. Don’t worry my friend, you’ll get your answers soon enough.”

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“So what’s up?” Victoria asked, standing in the bathroom with Kelly.
“You told me about what happened with those guys in Washington, but there is something I need to tell you. You know that I used to be a whore and a drug addict… well I’m not anymore. I mean that literally; I’m a virgin and I’ve never had any drugs in my system.”

Victoria looked at her quizzically. “What do you mean?”

“Jack cured me of all my problems. He cured me of all my STDs, my withdrawal symptoms, he removed my scars, and he even gave me my virginity. Basically, I haven’t been this pure since I was nine years old. I told you that so I could tell you this. I don’t know how to say it, so I’m just going to be blunt. I’m in love with Jack, and with your permission, I’d like to have a three-way.”

Victoria took a slow deep breath, trying to keep her emotions in check and not feel overly protective. “Go home, Kelly,” she sighed, walking out of the bathroom.

“Nice chat,” Kelly said with a click of her tongue.

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“So, did you get what you were looking for?” Kelly asked, sitting in the passenger seat of Tyler’s pickup truck as they drove towards her house.

“I guess. I got a lot of information but no real answers. Though I guess I can understand, I mean he did basically give us the tools to achieve our goals, now he’s going to let us experiment with them before telling us what they’re for. I just wonder if we’ll really accomplish something before the 21st.” T

“I’ve been wondering about that. You know what the 21st is, right?” Kelly asked.

“Of course, 12/21/2012, the Mayan doomsday that everyone has been talking about. What, you think it’s real?” Tyler laughed.

“Well maybe not the Mayan thing exactly, but haven’t you noticed that he wants to get everything done before then, like he’s not expecting anything after? What if he knows something that we don’t.”

“Girl, from the moment we met, I’ve known that he knows something that I don’t know.”

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Jack and Victoria lay on his fold-out mattress, painting heavily with their bodies glistening with sweat and their clothes scattered across the room.

“Kelly asked for a three-way,” Victoria said out of the blue.

“Really? I didn’t think she would go that far.”

“So you knew?”

“Of course I knew. I’m the one who sent her to ask you. She said she wanted to sleep with me, I turned her down because I’m with you, she insisted, and I told her that she would have to talk to you if I were to break my promise. I must say, the suggestion was a good idea on her part. Make you feel more comfortable by letting you watch and intervene however you like, let you remain a part of it. It seems she really trusts you, after all, you’re one of her first real friends.”

“You’re such a gentleman.”

“So what was your answer?”

“I said no. I’m not into women and I hate the idea of sharing you,” she replied, sitting up with a blanket wrapped around her.

“With how hungrily you lick your fingers clean after each session of playing with yourself, some would say otherwise. Besides, maybe this would help you finally eliminate your trust issues.”

Victoria shot him a dirty look. “I’m going home.”

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Kelly was lying in bed, staring up at her ceiling with her mind abuzz with questions, all of which about Jack, the 21st, or his teachings. What was going to happen on Friday? Would Victoria change her mind if she pressed the matter? How was she supposed to make sense of what Jack had told her. She had studied the Tree of Life over and over, but she just couldn’t figure out how it worked.

‘Calm down, you aren’t helping yourself by getting all worked up. Jack told you to try and make some progress on your own, so do it and quit complaining. We have to do whatever he says; he’s our teacher. Holy shit, we may be a cult after all.’ That last thought made her laugh.

Her nerves steady, she took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and interlaced her fingers with her whole body becoming calm. Lying on her back, not moving, she slowly felt sleepiness crawling up her body like frost. But it was mental tiredness she wanted, not physical tiredness. More and more, she calmed her mind, focusing only on her breathing until she felt herself beginning to fall back towards the world of dreams.
‘Ok, Jack isn’t coming tonight, so I can’t rely on a dream to help me. So… visualize it,’ Kelly thought, imagining the Tree of Life.

No matter how many times she looked at it, it always seemed familiar, like it was tickling some long-lost memory.

‘Focus on the first one, Keter, focus. He said… he said that it dealt with higher planes, those that only the mind could reach and the ones that surpassed all human understanding. He said it was nothingness, the bleakness from which creation originated. Ok, not sure what to do with that. Oh well, I guess I’ll just have to try…’

Like sweat from pores, liquid darkness began to ooze forth from every surface in her room like ink. She was sinking into her mind, bypassing all stages of sleep and landing right in the REM stage. As she sank further and further into the dream, her mind was losing its grip on reality. Within minutes, she began to sink into her bed as well, losing her sense of what it felt like and her knowledge that it was really there. Finally, her sheets opened up beneath her and she fell into space, surrounded by stars and galaxies.

“Planes that only my mind can reach and planes that I cannot comprehend… The bleakness from which creation originated…” she murmured as her bra and panties slowly slipped off her body and transformed into gas.

“The limits of what I can understand, the edge of my mind… The edge of the universe…”

Taking a deep breath, Kelly felt no fear or shock as cells began to bud off her. At first they were no more than the usual dead skin cells, but in seconds, entire layers of skin were flaking off, revealing the muscles and veins beneath. As if being eaten by acid, all the veins began to corrode, their cells being jettisoned off like the escape pods of a space ship. In a silent splatter, her veins all popped, emptying her blood into space. With the biological cloud expanding, her muscles became the next material to fall apart, followed by her organs, and at last, her skeleton.

Shooting off like photons, her cells spread out in all directions, flying off through space. Each cell, intact and immune to damage, contained all of her senses and was linked to the rest in one great hive mind. Kelly could feel them all, as if they were billions of tiny hands with eyes in the palms, letting her see and touch everything. And yet, there was no brain or top cell for the information to be received. It felt like she experienced everything through each cell all at once.

Her cells continued to spread out, some picking up speed and others slowing down. Time passed, Kelly didn’t know how long, it barely felt like an hour to her. But regardless of time or the elements, her cells survived the wraths of space, being sucked into black holes, landing on planets and asteroids, getting caught in space storms and gas giants, or just flying off into the darkest corners of the cosmos, never to see or be seen again. Over the course of what felt like barely a couple of hours but were really several billion years, Kelly’s cells were stretched across the entire universe like a 3D minefield, her existence spread out across the entirety of the universe.

But… it was too great. She could see from each and every one of her cells, but it was like she couldn’t communicate with them. Whenever she focused her attention on one, she would completely forget about what she saw with the others. She would look through one, find she couldn’t contact the one closest to it, and completely forget about everything she had seen in the first. It was like each and every time she applied the tiniest amount of focus or attention, her memory completely slipped, like a goldfish swimming in circles because the bowl seemed completely new to it with each lap.

But there was more, she new there was more to see. She had to go beyond the horizon, go beyond the edge of the universe. She willed herself to go further, expand her parameters to new sizes. Her cells continued to fly out in all directions, approaching the very rim of the universe. But the farther they flew, the foggier their vision came. Each one was essentially failing like a broken security camera, but she couldn’t stop, she had to see more! She was so close, she had just about reached the edge of the universe. Finally, she broke through into the realm of Nonexistence,

Suddenly, her universe began to condense, closing in on itself, being devoured by true Nonexistence. Kelly’s cells were all being pushed back into the universe, watching as the colorless Nonexistence washed over the universe like a tsunami. It was all shrinking, the universe collapsing to half its size, then a quarter, the size of a galaxy, a nebula, a black hole, a star, a planet, a house. Pushed back to the point from which she originated, Kelly was forcefully reformed by the pressure of Nonexistence, before it finally devoured her.

SNAP!

Kelly bolted up with such intensity that she basically jumped out of bed and landed on the floor, gasping like someone had just tried to drown her. Never in her life, even with Jack, had any dream been that vivid or realistic. Had she inadvertently scratched the surface of the Self? Is this what it was capable of?!

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Tyler knew this was a dream, but he still felt like he was going to spontaneously combust from the rage boiling in his veins. He was in the parking lot of the local movie theater, behind the building and in a dark corner. It was late at night, and in front of him, not two feet away were his thirteen year-old self, his naked sister, and the two men raping her while the third guy kept Tyler pinned down. Both Tyler and Elsa had been bound and gagged with duct tape so that they couldn’t fight back or call for help, but that didn’t keep them from getting beaten and roughed up.

Tyler had suffered this dream over a thousand times, but he could never get over it. Only through repeating what Jack had taught him did he maintain his cool and keep from falling apart. But this time, what was hurting him the most was the fact that he was still having the dream. He thought he had come to terms with his sister’s death, he thought the dreams would stop after Jack’s mom’s funeral, and yet he still had to endure this nightmare. He knew what was going to happen, it had been burned in his mind, yet he couldn’t look away. He watched as one of the men taking turns with his sister pulled her up onto her hands and knees, smacked her ass, and the inserted herself into her anus. She cried until tears were streaming down her face from the sodomy, having never experienced it before and received no warning. While she was anally raped, the other two men switched places, giving Tyler a new captor while the one who had been standing on top of him moved in front of his sister, pulled out his dick, and started jacking off. It didn’t take long, he showed no hesitation in ejaculating right on her face at pointblank range.

After several minutes, the man raping her pulled out with a long string of semen leading from Elsa’s bleeding asshole to the head of his cock. “All right, I’m done, let’s get out of here.” He then pulled out a knife and proceeded to stab both Elsa and Tyler in the chest.

Tyler winced and put his hand on his side, feeling like the blade had just entered him for real all over again. With the young Tyler and his sister Elsa lying on the cold pavement, their blood pooling beneath them and blending together, the thugs grabbed the money they had stolen and began to run off. However, after only taking a few steps, they stopped dead in their tracks, time having completely stopped. This always happened, this was the point where his memories stopped. Whether he blacked out or just repressed it, he had no idea.

He turned back to his past self and Else and felt his jaw drop. The two of them, together in that one small space in the parking lot, was the only area in which time was still moving. Elsa, scrapping her naked body on the cold hard pavement and gushing blood, wiggled over to her younger brother. The young Tyler, on the verge of passing out, began to feel his eyes drooping. The present Tyler looked around, seeing the dream being consumed by darkness and reaching the end of his memory. No, he had to see the rest! Tyler crouched down, watching Elsa scrape her face against the ground until her lips and nose were bleeding profusely, but succeeded in pulling the duct tape off her mouth.

At that moment, everything became dark, the young Tyler having closed his eyes and ended the visual component.

“No! NOOOO!” Tyler screamed.

“Tyler…” he heard. It was his sister’s voice, Elsa’s! His eyes had closed but he hadn’t lost consciousness yet. There was more to the memory!

“Elsa!” he cried out with tears running down his face.

“I’m sorry, Tyler, I’m sorry for everything. I’m sorry your special night got ruined. I know you’re hurt, but I also know that you’ll survive. So please, promise me, promise me that you’ll live your life happily and carefree. Don’t let this screw up your future and make you bitter. I’m not angry and I don’t want you to be. I know it’s your birthday, but please, do this for me as an early gift for mine. No matter how much you’re hurt, please, just be happy. No matter how bad things may get, always be happy. I love you Ty, and happy birthday.”

Falling to his knees, Tyler sobbed like never before, not even noticing as the scene returned to its original frozen moment. Looking back at the three criminals, he finally understood. This was the last time he would ever have this dream, it hadn’t come back to haunt him from the past, but to make sure he understood everything before moving onwards into the future. He had finally heard his sister’s dying message, the last chapter in the story, telling him how to live his life. He finally knew what he had to do.

“Chesed, Sephirot of loving kindness,” he said to himself.

‘So please, promise me, promise me that you’ll live your life happily and carefree. Don’t let this screw up your future and make you bitter. I’m not angry and I don’t want you to be. I know it’s your birthday, but please, do this for me as an early gift for mine. No matter how much you’re hurt, please, just be happy. No matter how bad things may get, always be happy.’ He thought to himself. He then turned to the three frozen figures, caught in mid-sprint. He knew what he had to do from now on, and he had to start with them.

“I forgive you,” he said softly.

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Victoria was walking down the street of Portland, breathing into her hands to keep her fingers warm. The sidewalk was unusually packed and the sounds of traffic were practically overpowering on this day. It was freezing outside with a bitter sea breeze rushing between the buildings. About to press the button on a street lamp at an intersection, Victoria and everyone else in the city was nearly blinded by a bright light in the sky. Looking up while trying to shield her eyes, Victoria gazed in amazement at the object falling down from the heavens. It looked like the Tree of Life, but almost in the form of a neon sign that was several miles in diameter. Among them, the Malkuth and Yesod Sephirots were on fire.

Piercing layer after layer of the earth’s atmosphere, the tree rapidly heated the air around it and in Portland, so much so that buildings and people began to catch fire. Crashing into the sea, the Tree of Life created another blinding flash, similar to a nuclear explosion, and summoned a mushroom cloud of water that reached all the way up into space. Simultaneously, a molecule-shattering shockwave and deluge of fire washed over Portland. With nothing to shield herself with but her own arms, Victoria had no way to prevent her own body from being reduced to ashes.

Moving at speeds that made sound look like a mentally challenged slug, the incinerating pulse spread out in all directions, obscuring the northern Atlantic, eastern Canada, and New England. It continued to expand, quickly consuming the hemisphere, and then the whole planet. Anything standing was instantly shattered like a sugar cube and anything flammable was completely incinerated in less than a second. With fire raining down from the sky and the lakes boiling, earth looked more like hell, completely devoid of life in only minutes.

Victoria’s eyes bolted open and she looked around wildly, finding that she was floating in space. With her was the entirety of earth’s population, not just humans but all life, including animals, plants, insects, and even germs. Everyone was naked, but lucky for Victoria, she was the only conscious one, save for Kelly. The dream-Kelly was floating in front of her, wearing the same smile that Jack always wore.

“What, you turned into Kelly and now you’re visiting me? I thought you were leaving all of us alone tonight,” she said, still angry with Jack.

“Actually, for once, I’m not Jack. I’m your real subconscious, which you thought was your dream-Jack the whole time. Jack did tell you that contact with the Self was the source of all philosophy.”

Victoria looked at the apparition, soon realizing that it really was just a figment of her imagination. It felt nothing at all like the dreams in which Jack had visited her. It lacked a certain power that she hadn’t noticed until now. “Well what was all that just now?”

“That is your mind processing the information of two of the Sephirot and turning them into a similar image. Yesod, the link between the Self and the Superego. Malkuth, the link between the mind and the physical world. I’m here to teach you what you already know, using information that Jack has already told us, mixed with your own philosophical knowledge.

Quite simply, all this is the result of death, allowing all life on Earth to return to what it once was: matter and energy. Though technically, it never really was anything but that.”

“Ok, so what does this have to do with anything?”

“It is meant to show you that regardless of the species, all life is life. We are all made from the same matter and energy, the same atoms forged in the stars and the same power born from the birth of the universe. Regardless of different thoughts, opinions, ideas, beliefs, genders, ethnicities, and even species, we are all exactly the same, all part of the super organism known as Life. Think of how close you are with someone if you are able accept their blood transfusion. Now realize that everyone is made of and can exchange the same biomass, as long as the pieces are small enough.”

The dream-Kelly then floated forward and placed her hand on Victoria’s chest, causing her to shiver and blush.

“What are you doing?” Victoria asked, looking away.

“Showing you how close we really are,” Kelly said before leaning forward.

In the skin in her hand and the skin on Victoria’s chest, the cells began to break down into the pure molecular components. DNA chains were reformed and connected with each other, linking Victoria and the Kelly at the biological level. Victoria trembled and panted as Kelly’s hand completely merged with her chest, entering her torso cavity as a splash of primordial ooze. The flesh on Victoria’s back began to rise up, being shaped into fingers with the DNA inside turning back to the original Kelly’s.

Kelly pressed forward, inserting her whole arm into Victoria’s chest, with her flesh, blood, and bone becoming Victoria’s, before reforming from her back from Victoria’s own flesh, blood, and bone. Kelly continued to lean forward, interlacing her long smooth legs with Victoria’s before they melted together. Victoria panted and shook as she felt her breasts and pussy being touched by Kelly’s. She knew this was a dream, she knew that this wasn’t some trick by Jack or the real Kelly (that being impossible), but she had never touched another women like this. Kelly’s breasts felt so soft and warm against hers, their nipples practically fencing before merging. For only a few seconds, Victoria could feel her own slit against Kelly’s, the two pairs of lips kissing sensually and gently before they too formed.
With a soft smile on her face, Kelly closed the gap between her and Victoria and kissed her, inserting her tongue into Victoria’s mouth and filling it with her own flavor. Victoria struggled to describe the taste of another woman, it was so sweet and wet, like hot tea with extra sugar. Then, Victoria and Kelly fully joined together, their bodies becoming one large human-shaped blob of living flesh, with the DNA of the two women unwinding and reforming to a new level of compromise, joining together like grasping hands. Even their bones were basically turning into neutral biomass, as the core of their shared bodies just became a well of primordial ooze, a concoction of biological information and chemical materials.
The two women joined together completely, neither one of them could breathe, but they didn’t need to. Every cell was basically breaking down into proteins and molecules, simplifying to the point where oxygen was no longer required. And yet, each particle could be felt as if the nervous system was still fully operational. Their heads completely merged, Victoria could feel their brains became one, the DNA shuffling but the matter remaining the same. With neural networks being completely rewired and formed for the brief merging process, it was like Kelly’s mind was pouring into her own. She could feel their personalities joining, see her memories (well to be clear, the memories she was projecting onto the Kelly), and feel her own identity melting.

Finally, like one light beam passing through another, Kelly’s face began to form in the back of Victoria’s head, leaning out as their bodies began to separate one again. Her limbs broke free of Victoria’s, her breasts reforming as their torsos differentiated, and at last, Kelly stepped out of Victoria, the two women separate once again with their DNA back to their original forms. Victoria was practically going into shock, unable to process what had just happened. It felt almost like dying, her mind losing sense of what it was and unable to connect to the rest of the body, and yet, it also felt like rebirth, like her mind was re-entering the real world as it became one with Kelly’s. It was terrifying and yet euphoric. This entity before her was her true subconscious, so in merging with it, she had brushed up against the power of the Self.

“As Jack always said, the only real differences are the ones we create ourselves. At our core, we are all exactly the same, each a cell in the one organism known as life. You could go through that same process with an animal or plant, your biological identity being lost as it merged with that of the other organism. Watch,” Kelly said.

Around her, all of the people and organisms that had died in the first stage of the dream began to fly through space to a single point, as if drawn in by a black hole. Bodies slammed into each other and melted together, becoming a great mass of human flesh. Then, animals began to join in, further melting the biological identity of the mass as they became one with it and the entire system compromised to their DNA. The animals were followed by plant life, with trees, weeds, flowers, and grass crashing against the small moon of biomass and becoming one with it. By the time all the insects and germs had joined with it, the living sphere was the size of earth’s moon, completely anatomically neutral, the sum of all life born into one single organism.

“Should I take the rest of the life in the universe and add them? The aliens from across the galaxy? I’m sure you know now that they would become one with all other life without any other problems.”

“Oh my god,” Victoria gasped.

She could then feel herself being pulled forward, drawn to the living sphere as if by gravity. But after merging with Kelly, she no longer felt any fear. Completely calm, she let her body crash into the surface, being absorbed on contact without any sort of impact. As if sinking in acid, Victoria could feel her body being dismantled as she sank deeper and deeper into the mass, and yet it was completely painless. Instead, she felt like her body was almost growing, picking up the sensory information from the sea of biomass around her. The deeper and deeper she was pulled in, the more of her cells were pulled away. Finally, reaching the core, Victoria’s mind basically melted, being replaced with the collective hive mind of the entire organism.

She didn’t know where she ended and everything else began, she didn’t even know who she was. There was too much information floating around and through her to keep her identity. It felt… so good. It felt like all of her problems and conflicts were disappearing, being dematerialized as she became one with all life of earth. Her identity was gone, now filled only with the pleasure of being a part of everything.

SPLAT!

In one great explosion, the moon ruptured and sprayed biomass in all directions like a colossal pain balloon. Cells were jettisoned in all directions, each one falling apart and crumbling into its atomic components. Gasping for air and feeling like her mind had just gone through a blender, Victoria was tossed aside, back in her original body. She looked around wildly, hovering in space with Kelly still with her.

“What the hell? What happened?” she asked, looking around but seeing only stars and galaxies.

“The sphere is still what it was, only in one of its simplest forms. You’re still in it, but not in the way you think. While you can’t exactly see each one individually, you are floating in a sea of atoms. Each atom around you was in the biomass moon, and around us, undetectable by your human senses, is the energy that flowed through it and all life on earth. In essence, this is what all life is: atoms and energy joined together in a specific way. Even between life and inanimate matter, there is no real difference, save for what shape it’s in. It’s just like what Jack said at his mom’s funeral. If you want, the sphere can be reformed, or you as well can be turned into pure atoms and energy.”

Victoria took a deep breath. “So what now?”

“Now you have to understand. Yesod, the link between the Self and the Superego. Malkuth, the link between the mind and the physical world. You now understand through Malkuth that life and death are one in the same, that our form and shape is the only difference between our living cells and the earth beneath our feet. The mind and the physical world are one in the same. And through Yesod, you know that your Self and your Superego are your identity and how you differentiate yourself from all matter and energy around you. It is the source of your natural definition of what the difference between life and death are, it’s what let’s you feel emotions and draw meaning from the physical world.”

“Alright, I understand.” Victoria said, taking another deep breath.

“Do you? Because if you do, then you won’t feel any discomfort from this…” Kelly said as she floated over to Victoria.

Her hand on the back of Victoria’s head, Kelly brought their lips together and kissed her, softly at first but then with more passion. For the first second, Victoria was numb to the feeling of the soft feminine lips against her own, but in a flurry, waves of pleasure shot through her whole body. This apparition of Kelly tasted so sweet, so unique from Jack, so deliciously different. Victoria had never been with a woman before or even thought of one, but now with Kelly… she suddenly didn’t care. Sexuality no longer meant anything, preference had no worth now that she knew the truth about all life. All that mattered right now was pleasure, and feeling as good as she could while exploring the body before her. Besides, it was just her subconscious.

Victoria wrapped her arms around Kelly and the two women’s bodies became interlaced, trying to create as much surface contact as possible while they both began to suck on each other’s tongues. To Victoria, it felt like she was kissing herself, like she was locking lips with a clone of herself that had a different appearance, as that was essentially what she was doing, but it still felt as real as if she was being intimate with the real Kelly. All life is one in the same, the only individuals are those who want to be individuals, all bodies are fundamentally compatible at the biological level, and all that mattered was the preference of the person. After everything she had seen and experienced in this dream, Victoria couldn’t care less about the gender who she was with, as long as they were someone she cared about. A body was a body, what mattered was the mind inside of it, and even though she only felt love for Jack, this new experience of being with a woman was driving her wild with lust.

As she resigned herself to what was about to happen, she felt a surface against her back and gravity take affect on her. She was lying on an invisible floor, which immediately told her what was going to happen. Kelly ended their kiss and began to run her tongue across Victoria’s cheek and down her neck. Even if it was a dream, Victoria could not even begin to describe the feeling of a woman’s tongue on her naked body, so soft and delicate. Compared to Jack, who was as gentle and loving as she could ever want, Kelly was just so femininely sweet. Victoria gave a soft coo as she felt Kelly begin to massage her breasts with her hands, giggling and covering them with soft kisses.

As Kelly wrapped her lips around Victoria’s left nipple and began sucking it lovingly, Victoria looked down and they made eye contact, the two of them smiling. Kelly moved back and forth, licking Victoria’s breasts like they were two mounds of ice cream. She then moved down, running her tongue down Victoria’s flat belly. With a girlish laugh, Kelly began petting Victoria’s wet pussy, teasing her and licking her lips before finally coming down and flitting her tongue up the middle of the entrance. Feeling a woman touch her most precious and sensitive spot, regardless of how gently, made Victoria give a soft whine and blush. Lying on her stomach on the invisible ground with Victoria’s thighs against her ears, Kelly began sensually running her tongue through Victoria’s cunt, licking up her juices and energizing every nerve in her body.

“Oh god, that feels so good!” Victoria whimpered as she ran her fingers through Kelly’s hair. She then yelped as she felt Kelly insert her thumb into her anus.

“Come on, baby, cum for me,” Kelly purred, working her thumb back and forth in Victoria’s tight asshole.

She continued eating Kelly out, sending her tongue as far up into Victoria as possible while working her lips against the entrance. Victoria’s face was bright red and it almost looked like she was crying in joy, writhing with each flick of Kelly’s tongue and squeezing her large breasts for added stimulation. As Victoria approached her first orgasm, Kelly suddenly stopped, nearly causing Victoria to beg and plead for more.

Getting up on her knees, Kelly wrapped her arms around Victoria’s legs and lifted up her lower body so that her ass was in the air. With a giggle, Kelly ran her tongue around Victoria’s asshole, teasing her and causing her to whimper from the new ticklish sensation. Reaching up, Victoria started fingering herself frantically, her hand barely an inch from Kelly’s face as she gave Victoria her first rimjob. Taking it even further, she spread open Victoria’s ass cheeks and spat down into the darkness of her asshole, nearly making her cum from the visual feeling of having Kelly’s saliva so deep inside her. Holding her willing recipient open, Kelly inserted her tongue into Victoria’s anus, using it to try and sodomize her while Victoria fingered herself into her first orgasm.

Without a doubt, it was one of the greatest climaxes of her life, with her hand basically a blur as she came so hard that pussy juice actually splashed out from her slit and soaked her face. With Victoria taken care of, Kelly moved aside and got on all fours, shaking her ass at Victoria.

“Come on, baby, you know you want to…”

Like a crackhead spotting from cocaine on the floor, Victoria crawled over with her whole body twitching and buried he face in Kelly’s pussy, licking it like there was a gun to her head. Both women began to moan in happiness, Kelly moaning to fit the situation of the dream, and Victoria moaning from the delicious taste of Kelly’s snatch and the erotic realization of what she was doing. For years, Victoria had wished she could lick her own pussy, dreaming of the pleasure it would bring, but here and now, her subconscious flashed with the discovery and acceptance that what she had really wanted was to experiment with a woman. With this knowledge, she doubled her efforts, gorging herself on Kelly’s sweet cunt with undeniable aggression, as if trying to force herself inside of her.

Before long, she could feel Kelly beginning to tremble. She knew what it meant, she knew it all to well. But instead of continuing what she was doing, she stopped and moved upward, working her tongue into Kelly’s asshole while fingering her cunt. Kelly moaned in euphoria as Victoria expected and even began shaking her rear so that her young soft ass cheeks would jiggle against Victoria’s face.

“Oh god, I’m cumming!” Kelly shrieked with Victoria ass-fucking her with her tongue. After soaking Victoria’s hand with her juices, Kelly rolled onto her back.

“Get on top of me.”

Knowing exactly what she meant, Victoria turned around and moved on top of her in the 69-position. She lowered herself down, burying her face in Kelly’s cunt while setting her ass down on her partner’s face. Getting to both taste Kelly’s pussy while getting her own pussy licked, Victoria was in complete nirvana, unable to voice the sheer amount of sensual pleasure was experiencing with her body interlocked with Kelly’s. Her body instead spoke for her, giving her another orgasm, which Kelly matched in timing and intensity. Drinking up each other’s juices desperately, the two women waited until they had stopped shaking before separating.

“So, have you changed your mind?” Kelly panted.

“Definitely.”

To be completed in the final chapter! Please comment and tell me your thoughts!

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Her 32D breasts bounced up and down in front of my face. Her brown eyes stared at me as she moved herself down onto my body, down across my breasts, my stomach, my mound, and finally she made it to my vagina, where she set her lips onto my clit…

I woke up from my dream immediately. I had never dreamed of lesbian sex before and it started to make me curious. I moved my hand towards my vagina, it was soaked with my pussy juices. My nipples were rock hard as well. My dream had actually turned me on in my sleep.

The next morning, I made myself breakfast and sat down with my laptop. I lived alone for the most part except when friends came to stay for a day or two. I was just wearing a see-through cardigan and a pink lace thong. It was my usual attire, since no one was here to see. I usually played with my nipples and watched straight porn in the mornings, then at night. Some of my guy friends praise me for being the only girl they know to watch porn, but I thought it was normal. I went to my favorite porn website and saw the top rated video to be a lesbian porn. I thought about watching it for a while because I heard it turns women on even more than straight porn does, and my dream got me curious about it too. I clicked the video and it started.

Two women were naked in bed, one sucking the other’s nipples. She moved down into her crotch area and started to stimulate her pussy slowly with her tongue. I watched as her tongue went around and inside her vagina. It seemed kind of fun to take on lesbian sex. The women started to 69 each other, the camera focusing on the girl ontop, licking the girl’s clit and fingering her hole, then licking the finger she just fucked her with.

I started to get too into the porn and got a bit worried, but really turned on. I wondered what lesbian sex was like. I wondered if I was turning into a lesbian. I thought that I was just bi-curious at this point in my young life. One of my friends that I met at a bar is actually a lesbian and I thought about calling her. I wanted to ask if she could show me what it’s like. I felt kind of naughty to be thinking this way. I even started to play with myself at the thought of fucking a girl. I rubbed my vagina slowly and stuck two fingers inside, then sucked the fingers I just used like the girl in the porno.

In the evening after I made myself dinner, I called up my lesbian friend. “Hello?” She answered. “Hey girl! I was just wondering if you were busy. I need to ask you a huge favor.”
“What is it girl? Anything for you. I’m free all night.”
“I was wondering if you could show me your lesbian ways…if you know what I mean.”
“I know exactly what you mean. I’ll be over in an hour, let me just get ready.”

I felt wild after I hungup the phone. I started to clean up and get myself ready quickly. I only had an hour. I put on my favorite fishnet stockings and a sexy matching pair of a black lace thong and bra. I let my long, brown waves flow down onto my average sized breasts. I even pulled out my favorite dildos onto my nightstand; a pink one shaped like a cock, a blue vibrator, and a thick, sleek, silver dildo that I loved pleasing my pussy with. After putting on some red lipstick that complimented me well, I layed on the bed and waited for my lesbian.

The doorbell rank on my apartment door. I quickly walked over to the door and opened it. There she was, dressed in sexy tights, red heels, and a little black dress. “Let me get right to it.” She put her soft hands on my waist and kissed me hard, letting her tongue into my mouth and exploring. She sucked my tongue and bit it softly, making me melt inside. She really knew how to turn on anyone just like that. I smirked at her and grabbed her hand, leading her to the bedroom; walking in front of her so she could take a good look at my ass. I didn’t know what to start with, so I let her begin on me. She unzipped her dress and took off her heals to reveal a pink bra and no panties. She left on her thigh high tights. She turned me around and unhooked my bra, then groped my boobs. She pushed me onto the bed and climbed ontop of me. “What do you want me to show you?” She asked. “Everything.”

She took advantage of the word I just spoke. She sat her vagina onto my vagina and grinded onto it, her boobs bouncing in front of my face. “Mmmm, I’m already wet for this.” She said as she picked up the silver dildo from the nightstand, sucking it a little. She rolled her tongue around the dildo, then stuck it in her pussy. She moaned as she pumped it in and out. “Maybe I’ll do this to you too if you eat my pussy.” She said sexily. She layed on her back, spreading her legs out so I could watch her toy herself. She took the toy out and motioned for me to come to her. “Eat my pussy baby, try it. Let me see how you do.” I licked her clit fast and sucked it often. She seemed to like it because her thighs started jerking a little and she moaned like crazy. It was sexy eating out a pussy. I moved my tongue up and down on her slit. I slipped my index finger into her hole, thrusting it in and out of her wet, tight puss. I continued to finger fuck her pussy while licking her clit, until she told me to sit on her face. I turned around and sat my pussy on her, and she licked inside the hole. I fingered her pussy from on top and sucked my fingers after I was done. I leaned over and sucked her clit hard. Her hands grabbed my ass as she violently licked me out, then she slapped my ass and left a handprint on my right asscheek. I grabbed my silver dildo and started toying her pussy. In and out…in and out…her pussy was so wet and tight, the dildo fit perfectly in her, pleasing her vagina to the maximum. I pushing the toy in and out, and tilted it a certain way to hit her g-spot perfectly. I rubbed her g-spot until her legs started shaking, and I knew she was going to come. She kept eating my pussy perfectly. The feeling of getting eaten by a girl turned me on so much that I squirted my pussy juices all over her face. I fucked her hard with the toy until she came, leaking a bit of juice onto the bed sheets.

I got off of her face and layed on the bed with my legs spread wide open, rubbing my clit. She was panting hard and her face was wet from my juices. She grabbed the vibrator from my dresser. It had a clit grabber attached to it too, which I used way too much. She stuck the toy in before turning the vibrator on. She pushed the toy in as far as it would go, then clicked the button to start the vibrating. I immediately felt all of the sensations. I couldn’t handle it for too long. Instead of using the clit grabber, she put her lips on my clit and started licking softly. She turned the vibrator onto full blast and I went wild. I came, my body shaking and all of the energy I had draining out of my body. My body felt so many sensations, it was easily the best orgasm I’ve ever had.

After my orgasm, she turned the vibrator off and took it out of my pussy, licking my pussy juices off of the soft part of the dildo. “Your pussy tastes amazing.” She told me with a sexy tone in your voice. “I could eat you out for days.” She climbed ontop of my limb body slightly, kneeling and spreading her legs around mine. She lifted my hips up to reach her pussy. She grinded her vagina onto mine, stimulating both of our clits. I could feel her strawberry blonde hairs against my bare pussy. She took her time using my body to scissor.

After a while of coming constantly, our bodies were so tired. We completely sucked all of the pussy juices from each other and dildoed the fuck out of each other. “I’ll see you soon my lovely baby girl.” She winked as she walked out of my apartment. It was late at night and I was getting a little horny from thinking about what I just did.

I took my pink dildo from my nightstand and got onto my computer, looking up lesbian porn. I started to watch one where a girl rubbed another girl’s clit while she was getting fucked by a fuck machine. I stuck my dildo into my sore pussy and pushing it in, then moved it around so it hit every wall. I was getting so aroused by the porn, I thought about having another lesbian sex session.

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Another ‘first time’ lesbian story – it takes a while to set the scene, so if you like to get straight into the action, this story may not be the best for you. Any resemblance to real persons or places is coincidental.

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2009

I grew up in a medium-sized resort town on the English coast. Every summer, the local theatre would put on a show during the holiday season, with the lead roles taken by an actor and an actress who were familiar faces from television – not famous stars, as we were not big enough to afford them, but those making a name for themselves or second-rank celebrities. One summer, they decided to do ‘The Sound of Music’, an ever-popular family favourite. Either to save money or as a publicity stunt, the production company advertised for local schoolchildren to audition for the parts of the younger Von Trapp children. Those successful would be paid a modest amount, and more importantly the experience would help if they had ambitions to go into acting as a career.

Encouraged by my family and friends, I decided to have a go. Although there were dozens at the first auditions, I won through and was picked for the part of the second-oldest daughter. In a way it was not a great surprise, for I had a good strong singing voice, and I looked just right for the role. Although I had just turned sixteen, I was only five foot four inches tall, and had a slight figure, boyish with slim hips; my breasts were nice, but a bit below the average size for my age. Most of all, I had a youthful and innocent face, and my long, straight blonde hair was suitably Germanic. The part itself was easy enough: I had only a few lines of dialogue of my own and no solo songs, so it was mainly being on stage with the others and joining in the choruses. Because of my age, there were legal limits on how long I could work, and so I shared the role with another girl, each of us doing alternate days.

On most days, there were two shows: an afternoon matinee and an evening performance. I had become friendly with the leading actress who was playing Maria, and the pattern developed that I would pass the couple of hours between shows in her dressing room, chatting idly or sometimes listening to records or the radio. As she is still a well-known television actress, I won’t give her real name: let’s call her Felicity. At that time, she had recently come to public notice in a popular drama series, and she had a really powerful clear singing voice. She was then still quite young, maybe twenty-two or twenty-three. She had brown hair which had been dyed blonde and cut fairly short for the part of Maria, who starts out as a convent girl. Felicity was tall and slim, but with a generous bust for her build. She was fun and interesting, and treated me sort of like a kid sister – there was no arrogance or superiority about her at all, and she clearly found it relaxing just to be ‘girls together’ with me; for that reason, she politely discouraged any of the other actors or crew from joining us, which wasn’t too awkward as her dressing room was quite tiny.

We talked of all sorts of things – her family and mine, and our ambitions, hopes and fears. Once I asked if she had a boyfriend and she shook her head; no, there just wasn’t time – she daren’t turn down acting jobs now they were starting to be offered, and her hours of work were so strange as well. Slightly sadly, she said that relationships didn’t tend to stand the strain, but then she brightened, saying that however there were compensations – though she didn’t explain what that meant. She enquired about my ‘love life’, and it was a thrill to hear an adult call it that, even if it was basically non-existent – at least she assumed that I might be having one! But I replied honestly that I had no boyfriend, had never had one, and frankly didn’t think that I was missing much, going by my friends’ experiences. She gave me one of her warm vivacious smiles, and asked if I had a girlfriend then. I felt a bit strange with that question; I wasn’t sure what she really meant, or if she was just ribbing me, so I decided not to rise to it and just replied that, of course, I had several female friends, we did quite a lot of things together, and so on. Felicity may have sensed my awkwardness – she was very attuned to people, one reason for her acting success – as she changed direction a bit. ‘You must have someone you admire’, she said, ‘someone you know personally, I mean, not a pop star or anything like that.’

And so, perhaps in reaction to the unsettling moment just before, I told her all about Miss Henderson, my wonderful English Literature teacher. I must have gushed on enthusiastically for quite a while, but Felicity was content to listen with a slight smile on her face. Miss Henderson had only been at our school for four years, and I knew that it was her first teaching job since completing her training, which put her age around twenty-six. I thought she was so good-looking: she had lovely auburn hair that fell in waves below her shoulders (although generally she kept it pinned up), together with her bright greenish eyes and round pretty face. She had a nice figure, with a high bust that was more prominent when you saw her in profile, and shapely legs. Miss Henderson always wore neat and tasteful skirts and dresses in warm bright colours, and in winter she had tooled brown or sheer black leather boots. I don’t think I had ever seen her in trousers, and her skirt length rose and fell with the seasons, getting quite short in the summer, but she never looked less than professional. Her favourite combination was a calf-length red skirt with a bright green woollen turtle-neck jumper; the latter was quite tight and figure-hugging, and it was cinched around the waist with a wide tan-coloured belt. I waxed lyrical about the way she dressed, her lively personality, her good humour, her patience and helpfulness with awkward or struggling students, her command of her subject, and so on, as Felicity regarded me with a mixture of interest, amusement and understanding. ‘She sounds lovely’, she said, slightly wistfully, as I finally ran down, the gush of my admiration slowing to a trickle in my embarrassed realisation that I had let myself go – indeed, had said things I had never said aloud before, and even barely thought. ‘Oh, yes,’ I responded, ‘she’s brilliant!’ ‘Well,’ said Felicity, patting me on the knee, ‘I think you’ve got quite a crush on her.’ I hadn’t exactly put it that way to myself, but of course she was quite right.

A couple of days later, after we had taken our curtain calls for the matinee, Felicity and I trotted down to her dressing room, chatting amiably. We hung up our costumes, Felicity donning a silk kimono over her underwear, whilst I put back on my short summer skirt and short-sleeve top. Then we cleaned off our make-up – another nice thing was that we always helped each other with this chore, once she had shown me the correct way to do it – and I settled down on the couch. Felicity sat in the chair in front of her dressing table and mirror, and winced as she rubbed around the back of her neck. ‘I’m really stiff’, she said, ‘I must have slept in a funny position last night’, and then she gave a suppressed snort, as if saying that brought back a memory. ‘This won’t do – I’ll be locked rigid by the evening show, and it’ll affect my voice. Sally, will you do me a favour?’ she asked: ‘give me a massage to loosen me up.’ I was a bit doubtful – not because I didn’t want to help my new friend, but because I had no idea how to do a massage. When I explained this, Felicity laughed and dismissed the problem; a firm and steady rub was all that was needed, she assured me.

She slipped off her pretty kimono wrap, and came and sat on the end of the couch, with her back to me. I knelt behind her, placing a hand on each shoulder, and started to squeeze and rub them, using a circular motion towards her spine and back again. She gave a pleased sigh, slightly tossing her head, and told me that I was doing great. Felicity was only wearing some quite skimpy pink panties and a matching bra which was low cut at the front. As I knelt close behind her back, I couldn’t avoid looking downwards into it, and I could see almost all of her good-sized breasts, including the tops of her nipples. As I rubbed her shoulders and back, the bra straps and clasp kept getting in the way – I was having to move around them awkwardly all the time. So it didn’t seem at all odd when Felicity asked me to undo and get rid of it; after that, I really started to get into this massage thing, and began to feel that I was getting pretty good at it. I rubbed each side of her back with firm corkscrew motions, starting with a large circle and working in to the centre of the shoulder blade. This alternated with running my fingernails across the top of her shoulders and then all the way down her spine to the top of her panties. I was enjoying the feel of her warm skin under my touch, and she certainly seemed to like what I was doing, as from time to time she slightly squirmed and gave little grunts of approval.

It was quite sweaty doing this energetic massage on a summer day, down in the poorly-ventilated dressing room. Felicity remarked that she felt a bit embarrassed to be nearly nude when I had all my clothes on, and she urged me to get more comfortable and strip down to my underwear. She also asked me to lock the door, as ‘we don’t want someone barging in, just when I’m starting to feel relaxed.’ I hesitated only a second before complying, as it seemed obviously sensible and more comfortable in the circumstances. I quickly turned the key in the lock, and shed my skirt and top. This left me wearing a white bra (one of my favourites, with a lace-effect edging around the skimpy cups) and a matching pair of brief cotton panties, plus I still had on the white socks that were part of my costume, which came up to just below the knee.

Felicity began to direct my motions to the places where she felt most stiff, and these included on her sides and a bit around to her front as well, so that I was sometimes touching the sides of her breasts. After a while, she said lazily ‘time to do the other side’, and changed position to lie on her back along the couch. I had stood up whilst she did this, and wasn’t sure where now to sit – but she gestured to me to climb on to the couch and sit astride her. I settled with my knees beside her hips, straddling her. It was both strange and somehow exciting to feel a woman’s warm body between my spread thighs, as my buttocks rested just above her knees Felicity looked at me for a few seconds through half-closed eyes, and then she quietly asked me to massage her front. At first I wasn’t sure what she meant and I rubbed gently across her stomach, above the panties, but she caught my gaze with her own and breathed softly: ‘not there, my sweet, higher – do it higher.’ I felt a fluttering of nervousness and excitement in my stomach, but I was caught up in the intimacy of the moment and slowly I worked my hands upwards. At first I tentatively did a circular massage around each of her breasts without really touching them, as she lay quite still with her eyes closed and her mouth slightly open. ‘Closer,’ she whispered, and with sudden boldness I began to stroke and rub her breasts, right up to the nipples – which were already erect. Felicity suddenly opened her eyes and looked at me directly. ‘I bet you’d like to be doing this to Miss Henderson,’ she said with a mischievous grin. I realised with a shock that indeed I would, and I felt a strange warmth and dampness in my pussy.

As I stroked Felicity’s breasts more firmly and with growing confidence, she arched her back and told me how good it was making her feel. Then she said that she wanted to see mine, and before I could think what to say she reached up and unfastened my bra, and it fell away into her hands. Somehow I knew that a crucial line had been crossed, that this was no longer a friendly massage but a sexual seduction, and that things would in future never be the same again. I felt a bit embarrassed as she gazed at my budding breasts, and said something about them being rather small. ‘No, they’re perfect’, she countered, and she took one in each hand, cupping and stroking it. The effect was amazing, creating a tingling sensation which ran all through me, making me feel intensely alive and sensitive. Then Felicity said, ‘I bet you wish Miss Henderson was doing this to you!’, and I gave a kind of broken moan at the thought. ‘Or this!’, she added, and she slipped a hand across my stomach and down inside my panties, one finger stroking up and down my slit. The combination of her erotic touch and the image which her words brought to mind was too much for me, and I creamed my panties. I can think of no better word to describe it – they were soaked with the juices which flowed from my pussy, as my whole body trembled with my first-ever experience of an orgasm. My muscles lost all co-ordination and I more or less collapsed on top of Felicity. She rolled me to one side, and her mouth sought mine for a long deep kiss.

I enjoyed the comfort of lying in her arms for a minute, and made no resistance as her hands tugged my panties half-way to my knees, and then down to my ankles. Then she asked me to remove her panties as well, and with a dry mouth and a fluttering stomach, I slipped my fingers inside their elasticated waist and drew them downwards, exposing her cunt. She spread her legs slightly, and I saw that she had quite a prominent mound and her labia were pink, puffy and slightly separated. Her pussy hair was neatly trimmed in a triangle around it, and I gazed with interest as I drew the panties down to her ankles, and then away. Felicity asked me to rub her there, and when I hesitated for a moment she reached for my hand and guided it to her crotch. Touching her there was like an electric shock, sending a jolt of excitement and apprehension through me. As I started to caress her, she directed my motions – telling me to push in first one finger, then another as well, and how to move them around. The feel of her soft inner flesh was strange but intriguing, as it parted softly and wetly before my probing, and her hips pushed up against my downwards motion. Quite soon, her breathing changed to short ragged gasps, coming at ever-shorter intervals, and building up to a kind of broken shuddering yell. After lying for a few seconds with her eyes closed, so that I was just hovering on the edge of anxiety that I had done something wrong, she opened them and gave me a radiant smile. ‘That was wonderful, Sally, I feel so unwound and relaxed,’ she said, and then with a laugh she added: ‘… and horny, too!’, and she playfully grabbed me and rolled me onto my back, to lie where she had just been.

She parted my legs, traced a finger along my slightly open and very moist vagina, and then did an amazing thing. She shuffled backwards on her knees, bent down between my legs and brought her face right up to my pussy. Slowly she licked around it, then up and down, applying a little more penetrative pressure each time. Simultaneously, her hands were parting my labia, and she probed into me with her tongue and her fingers. I was soaking up the revelatory new sensations – not only had I never experienced their like before, I hadn’t even been able to imagine anything of this kind. Felicity entered me further, but then her questing fingers encountered the resistance of my hymen, and at once she stopped. ‘Are you still a virgin?’ she asked, to my ears a little incredulously, and I nodded, slightly abashed. She withdrew her fingers a little, which in my aroused state was the very last thing that I wanted. ‘Don’t stop now!’, I gasped, ‘please – I want to go all the way.’

Felicity looked at me doubtfully. ‘Don’t you want to save it for Miss Henderson?’, she asked, mainly seriously but with a slight teasing look. However, I didn’t have any certainty that Miss Henderson would be interested in me that way or any definite indication that she was a lesbian – just an increasing hope, as I started to think about her consciously in a new and more sexual way. ‘No,’ I replied, ‘you are first – I want you to be my first.’ Felicity seemed pleased as well as clearly excited by the prospect. ‘I’ve never fucked a virgin before,’ she said, ‘I’ll be careful – I promise.’ She said we would not to do it there and then – there wasn’t enough time before we needed to get ready for the evening show, and it also was not the right place for something so special. So I telephoned my parents to say I would be going to a party after the evening show (quite true – but a party just for two!) and would get a lift back, and I promised to be home by 1.00 a.m.

After the last curtain call, we quickly removed our costumes and make-up. Then we slipped away, and Felicity drove me back to her rented apartment on the sea-front promenade. It was on the top floor and we went quietly up the stairs and into the small bed-sit. As soon as we had shut the door, we began kissing and caressing each other, and I let Felicity undress me down to just my panties. Then I helped her out of her clothes, until she was completely naked, and I looked with fresh eyes at the womanly curves of her breasts, waist, stomach, hips and thighs. She knelt in front of me and tugged my panties down, and then pressed her tongue into my pussy, warming and loosening me. I liked the feelings even better this second time, and told her so. As I began to feel warm and flushed, she paused and took down from the top of her wardrobe a locked suitcase, from which she removed two things. I could tell what they were, although this was the first time I had ever seen either of them in real life: one was a vibrator, and other a strap-on plastic dildo. Felicity offered me my choice (and for a split second I though irreverently of picking weapons for a duel), but when I hesitated she recommended the vibrator, saying that she would have more precise control over it. She quickly stripped her bed of its duvet and undersheet, and spread a large beach-towel on the mattress, so as to avoid any tell-tale stains on the bed linen.

I lay down on my back, now a little nervous alongside my excited anticipation. Felicity was so intuitive that she detected this, and instead of proceeding at once to the fucking, she spent some time on foreplay, kissing and caressing me until I was again aroused and melting under her attentions. Without asking further, she slipped the tip of the vibrator about half an inch into my slit, and began working it up and down, easing the opening wider and deeper. At first she used it just as an inanimate rod, but when it was starting to slide easily in and out to a depth of a couple of inches, she switched on the motor. Although not the biggest of vibrators (thank goodness!), this one was well designed both in its shape and in the motions that it made – it was not just a basic one-speed constant, but varied interestingly and unpredictably.

I was already gasping with pleasure when the tip of the vibrator reached and pushed against my hymen. Felicity hooped an arm under my back, half raising me as her mouth feasted on my small young breasts, and my legs felt loosely apart. Her mouth found my neck for a moment, and then my ear. ‘Now?’, she whispered huskily, clearly very aroused herself. ‘Yes, oh yes!’ I assured her, and then a stream of words jumbled and tumbled from my lips: ‘do it, yes – yes, mmm! oh, fuck me, please, take me, fuck me NOW!!’ And on that last high note, her wrist made a deft motion that did not so much push the vibrator through my virginity as twist through it. There was a moment of pain – more than I had thought there would be – but my yelp was muffled by kisses from Felicity. There had been a weird tearing sensation that somehow had not felt wrong, despite the jab of pain and a sharp, almost vinegary, feeling in my pussy. There was anyway no time for a post mortem: the vibrator was now going deeper, definitely into uncharted territory – into virgin country. Nerves and muscles that I had no idea even existed began to respond to the stimulus. I sweated and panted, and thrust my hips upwards in the air in a rhythm that began to build to a new and even more ultimate crescendo. ‘Harder, harder!’ I begged her, as I felt myself at the top of a wave – a tidal wave – that needed to break. I reached for it mentally, whilst audibly whimpering and pleading. Felicity responded to my eagerness and my need, turned up the vibrator’s motor to a rougher and faster level, and giving me deeper and firmer thrusts. I could hear a wailing noise, which I suddenly realised was me, and then for the second time ever, I spasmed and flooded in an orgasm.

I was almost spent after this, and in truth was also a little bit sore between the legs and inside my pussy. I drew Felicity’s body close, kissed her on the lips, and sincerely thanked her for a wonderful introduction to womanhood and to the pleasures that women could have with each other. ‘Be my guest, honey,’ she smiled, and then added more seriously: ‘it’s been a pleasure and an honour.’ We still had nearly two hours left before I would have to be home, which was only about a ten minute drive away. In that time, Felicity got me to use my mouth on her breasts, stomach and vagina, and I had two more new experiences that I was to repeat many a time since then. The first involved my first-ever oral service to a woman’s cunt, and to my relief I found the taste and smell to be fine – unusual, yes; distinctive, yes; but also to be savoured, mixing sweetness with a hint of salt. The second revelation was when she showed me how to ‘69’, which has been one of my most favourite activities ever since – it is so mutually satisfying, so complementary, and if done right can take you both higher than any individual fucking, for you have the sensation of taking someone else over the edge whilst simultaneously losing control of yourself.

The remaining three weeks of the show’s run passed in a blur, with most of my off-stage time spent with my head up Felicity’s skirt or lying on my back and spreading my legs for her pleasure. She was making the most of the little time we had left as well, and I was also seeing her on the days when my alternate was acting the part (for whatever reason, reluctance on one side or instinct on the other, Felicity had made no pass at her), coming to her rooms after the evening performance for a late-night special show all of our own. It went by too soon: the theatre closed at the end of the summer holiday season, and Felicity and I bid each other a slightly tearful, but surprisingly happy, farewell.

Felicity left for Scotland, where she would begin filming the dramatisation of a classic Victorian novel, but for me it was back to school. Miss Henderson resumed taking our class for English lessons, and I still thought she was wonderful – but now I was contemplating her in quite a new way. During the first couple of weeks of the new term, I had unobtrusively followed Miss Henderson after school, shadowing a different bit of her journey each time, as she took a bus across town and then walked to her home. This turned out to be a small house in a quiet suburban neighbourhood, and when I investigated more closely I could see it had been divided into two flats, one on each floor. The bell beside the door of the ground floor flat had the name ‘J. Henderson’, and I knew from overhearing her conversation with another teacher that her first name was Janet – so it seemed that she lived alone. There was a small park and children’s play area further down the street, and I spent most of the weekend before my birthday sitting in it on a bench from which I could see her house – I wore a cap and scarf, and pretended to be reading a newspaper. I saw her a couple of times, but no one else went in or out of her door.

Early on the next Saturday afternoon, I stood on her doorstep and rang the bell. I had dressed carefully, with white half-length boots and one of my prettiest summer dresses – it hugged my figure nicely above the waist, and had a demure knee-length skirt below. After a moment, Miss Henderson opened the door, looking relaxed in a pair of tight blue jeans and a cut-off white T-shirt, with a bit of her stomach visible between the two. Of course, she was amazed to see me there. ‘Sally? What are you doing here? How did you find …’, she asked in surprise.

I took advantage of her confusion to step into the hall and close the front door. ‘There’s something I need to see you about’, I said quickly, before I could lose my nerve, ‘are you alone?’ ‘Well … yes …’ she replied uncertainly, but before she could say more, I cut in again: ‘It was my sixteenth birthday at the end of last term, you know.’ She seemed puzzled, so I continued: ‘I’ve always wanted to do this’, and I kissed her on the lips. For a second she responded; her lips parted and I briefly felt the tip of her tongue, then she took a step backwards and regarded me in shock. ‘Sally!’ she exclaimed, ‘What are you doing? You can’t do that!’

I replied: ‘I have kept a birthday present for you’, and with both hands I lifted the front of my dress up above my waist. She gave a gasp, for I had planned this with care. Under the dress, all that I was wearing was a pair of stockings with a milky-white sheen, held up by the four clips of a thin suspender belt in frilly pink and white. I had no panties, and I had carefully shaved so that my teenage pussy was totally exposed. ‘It’s all yours’, I said. Her mouth opened in amazement, but then she visibly gathered her thoughts, and protested: ‘Sally! I can’t – I’m your teacher!’

‘So teach me – teach me everything you know!’ I replied, which nonplussed her. I could see she was wavering, so I played my last card, and asked the question that Felicity had suggested: ‘Miss Henderson – what did YOU want most in the world when you were sixteen?’

For a moment, she was lost in a distant thought. Almost of its own volition, her right hand came forward to cradle and caress my cunt, her middle fingers stroking my slit and feeling its wetness and openness. I needed no more encouragement, and with one hand I cupped her left breast, feeling the nipple harden through the T-shirt as I brushed my thumb across it. She gave a slight shudder and moan, and then muttered ‘I shouldn’t be doing this’, as she took my hand and pulled me into her bedroom.

For the rest of that wonderful year, during the week at school Miss Henderson taught me English Literature in a class of twenty-six pupils, and on Saturday afternoons at her house she gave me private one-to-one tutorials in lesbian love-making. She was very, very good at both.

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