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This story is pure fiction. All characters depicted are 18+.

Chapter 7 – Back Home

I rolled into my driveway around five in the evening. Earlier that day I had negotiated with a potential client and sealed the deal, scoring a decent size account for our company and a fat bonus for myself at the end of the quarter. The entire trip had been like an amazing dream – I had gotten more action in the last 48 hours than the last, I don’t even know how many years- and now that I was back home I was beginning to wonder if somehow I had imagined the whole thing, or if maybe I had died on the way there, like maybe the train derailed or something, and maybe I was in heaven. It sure felt like it.

When I got into the house it was quiet and the lights and tv were off. “Hello?” I called out.

Nothing.

Then I noticed a note on the kitchen table:

Sophia and I are gone to the mall. Gonna buy some new stuff. Can’t wait to show you what I get!
Miss you, love you! xoxoxoxox <3
Julia
P.S. I left you a really neat surprise! 😉

Surprise? What could she be talking about? I wondered if the “show you what I get” line was her hinting at buying new underwear to show me again or if it was just something innocent. Then I began to wonder how much sophia knew, and if she was OK with it…

Again I found myself in a downward spiral of paranoia and negative thoughts. I thought the best way to clear my head would be to take a long hot shower.

I got under the water and just let it run down me. I closed my eyes and just saw flashes of all the crazy fun I had been having over the last few days. The sex had been unbelieveable. It felt like I had just woken up after a long hibernation and I was just eating everything in sight because I was so famished.

After what was probably close to half an hour I shut the water off and stepped out, not bothering to cover myself. I went into my bedroom and turned on my computer, intending to crank some tunes and just live a little, like I did when I was younger. But after turning the computer on I turned around and saw something out of place in my room. It was a small candle in an opaque glass holder. It had never been lit.

It hadn’t been lit because it wasn’t really a candle. I had a few of them around the house. I bought them after the previous babysitter had stolen from me. It was a nanny cam that was supposed to look like a common household item. And for some reason it was in my bedroom, pointing at my bed…

Holy shit!

She didn’t? Did she?

I never talked to her about them, but I didn’t exactly hide it either. She might have overheard me talk about them on the phone, or might have seen the box in the garage.

It appeared as if the “surprise” she had left me was going to blow the short videos she sent me last night out of the water.

I jumped on my computer and went to the video files that the nanny cams automatically save to. I went to the very beginning of the video and fast forwarded until the two of them were on video at the same time.

They were just sitting around chatting, and at some point watching tv and eating snacks, not much happened at first. But then it got good.

Julia went up stairs for a few minutes while Sophia was on the couch watching tv. When she came back downstairs she was wearing a pleated “school girl”-style miniskirt and a very short t-shirt, with a print of a cute little puppy on it, that showed off her flat belly, and she clearly wasn’t wearing a bra anymore. She took a seat on the floor in front of the couch and then put her knees up and spread her legs.

There my young daughter was, flashing me your beautiful trimmed pussy, spreading it wide for me, with her babysitter, the beautiful Sophia, a sophomore in college, sitting right there totally un aware. Sophia was about 5’6” tall, almond eyes, tanned skin, and long straight dark hair. She was wearing cutoffs, the kind where the pockets stick out from under them, as if to highlight just how short they are cut, and a black low cut v-neck with the name of some band on it that I had never heard of before, but I was willing to bet the lead singer was very pretty and had never written a song in his life.

My daughter made a show of opening and closing her legs, touching her knees and then spreading them apart, sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly.

I was incredibly aroused and couldn’t help but start playing with myself. My bedroom door was open, but no one was home, and I’d hear the girls get back anyways. Plus, what the fuck did I care, I knew what had gone down in my home last night, so what if Sophia saw me naked, even saw me watching a video of her and my daughter. She wouldn’t/couldn’t do anything without admitting what she had done, plus hers was on tape and mine wasn’t.
Julia kept looking over at Sophia, but she was clueless. So she spread her legs as far as possible and then used two hands to spread her lips as wide as possible. It was breathtaking.

There I was, naked at the computer, beating myself off to the holiest of sights, my daughter’s gaping virginal hole.

Soon she got up and disappeared from the video for a minute. When she got back she sat down, in the same fashion as before. She appeared to have two popsicles from the freezer. She put one down next to her and opened the other one. She then proceeded to slowly slip the popsicle under her outfit. I could see the tip of the popsicle head straight for her pussy. Within seconds she had half of the popsicle going in and out of her hole.

Sophia was watching tv, none the wiser, and occasionally laughing. Sometimes she’d look over, but Julia was very slick about it, having it all going on under her skirt so Sophia couldn’t see anything.

After a minute of that Julia snuck the popsicle out from under her skirt and grabbed the unopened one and ripped it open. Then she handed one to Sophia. It was hard to see on the video, because of the angle or depth perception or something, but I just felt like it had to be the one she had inside her little pussy. Which ever girl had the pussy-pop they were both enjoying theirs. They both licked and sucked all the juices up. I was on edge already.

When their pops were finished Julia disappeared again for a few minutes.

When she came back down she was tiptoeing behind Sophia with her phone in her hand… I knew where this was going. She grabbed Sophia’s B-cup breasts from behind, like I had seen in the video she sent me last night, making Sophia jump nearly five feet off the couch. She twirled around and there was an exchange of words but then all of a sudden the two of them were toppling over the couch, and landing on the floor.

At first Julia seemed genuinely upset, but after a couple moments the mood livened up and the two of them were wrestling playfully. Sophia got back on the couch and Julia grabbed her phone again. This is when she must’ve recorded the second video. My daughter was significantly smaller in height and frame, but had more lean muscle than Sophia, so she ended up flipping her over and slapping her ass, and then grabbing her shorts by the waist and pulled them down exposing her round little apple of an ass.

Again Sophia jumped, but this time there was more obvious laughter and it seemed like Sophia was determined to spank Julia back. They wrestled around for a good ten to fifteen minutes, flipping each other around pinning each other down, but every time Sophia got close to slapping my baby girl on the bum she was able to squirm out of the way or push Julia off. But she couldn’t evade forever.

Sophia finally had my daughter pinned. She was on top of her, straddling her, and was holding both of my daughter’s hands down to the ground. She couldn’t get out. Both girls looked exhausted and sweaty, neither one seemed to have much more energy to fight. Their faces were merely inches apart, and they were talking, what they were saying I had no idea.

From the body language it looked like Sophia was trying to re-exert her dominance, and Julia was just giving her a hard time back. sophia said something and they both got quiet, it must have been some kind of dare or ultimatum, or threat or something.

Then my little girl lifted her head up and kissed babysitter on the lips.Full on open mouth.

Sophia freaked, didn’t know what to do, and when Julia stopped she just started laughing. Sophia clearly wasn’t sure of how to handle the awkwardness or to end the game or to regain authority, so she tried one last move.

She flipped my daughter over and spanked her. Coincidently, flipping her over like that made her skirt flip up and when Sophia’s hand came down on my baby girl’s bottom, not once, not twice but three times, it was her bare bottom that met Sophia’s hand.

The look on Sophia’s face was a combination of surprise and shock. She was surprised that my little girl was not wearing any panties, and shocked at the realization that she had just spanked her bare ass. Even with no audio you could tell she was scrambling for some kind of words. Her face was beat red, and her hair was all messed up. It was incredibly sexy.

Julia responded by just turning over and tackling Sophia, and kissing her again. It took Sophia a second, but once she realized what Julia was all about she started kissing back. I’m talking the kind of kiss you see in the movies when the main characters have a thing for each other and there’s flirting throughout the whole film and everyone is like oh my god just kiss already, and then finally at the end of the film they do, yeah that kind of kiss.

Then started the heavy petting, my daughter feeling up her babysitter, her babysitter squeezing her little A cup breasts. Hands were slipping and sliding all over the place.

I lost it, I was trying to hold out longer, but all of a sudden burst after burst of cum just shot out of my cock and onto the computer desk. My hand never slowed down, I just kept pumping. When I was done I just kept going.The orgasm was great, but I was far from spent and wasn’t even about to slow down.

My daughter proceeded to remove her babysitter’s cutoffs and her top. Seeing Sophia laying there, half naked, being seduced by my daughter was the most amazing thing I had ever seen. If I had been stuck in purgatory for all eternity and had to think of things to entertain myself, I can honestly say I don’t think I would have ever been able to imagine the scene before my eyes.

Julia then unhooked her babysitter’s bra and cupped one of the exposed breasts in her hands and proceeded to suck on the light brown nipple. Sophia was obviously overtaken with pleasure, and all she could do was just take it in.

My daughter finished with one breast and then moved on to lightly biting the other one, and flicking the nipple with her tongue. While playing with this other nipple she worked her fingers down below her babysitter’s black g-string underwear and stimulate her clit.

I began to wonder if this was Sophia first time. The girl was way too hot to be this inexperienced, but she was also shy and goody-goody, and from the way she was now bucking her hips into my daughter’s writhing hand and though I couldn’t hear I could tell she was making a fuck ton of noise.

After making her babysitter cum my little nymph of a daughter turned around and bent over the arm of the couch, her pleated schoolgirl skirt riding high, showing everything underneath. She said something and when Sophia regained control over her body she buried her face in my daughter’s rear and proceeded to eat her young twat from behind.

I couldn’t handle any more. I slammed my hand down my cock again and again as hard as I could and I shot cum all over my monitor my desk, and even got some on the mouse. After that I slowed down to a very gentle massage but kept my eyes glued to the screen.

After Julia reached a climax they both fell on the couch and took a breather. Thats when my daughter looked right at the cam and blew a kiss.

It was all a show for me.

Ok well, maybe not ALL of it, I’m sure Julia had had a lot of fun, but my baby girl had just seduced and fucked her babysitter on camera all for me.

Even though I had just cum twice I felt like I was about to again, when all of a sudden the doorbell rang.

Ding-dong. Ding -dong.

I figured it was just the girls, and I wasn’t about to stop. Fuck it. After what I had just seen, I was about ready to ravage both of these girls, show them how a man fucks. Julia had a key and could let them in, I was going to keep watching. Just let Sophia come in and see what I was doing.

The thought of our 19 year old babysitter walking in on me jerking off to a video of her fucking eating my daughters fresh pussy was so much of a turn on. It was the thrill of getting caught, it was exhibitionism, it was revealing her secret, it was just so much.

By now in the video my daughter was taking her babysitter by the hand and leading her upstairs, presumably to the bedroom. I knew it would only get hotter from here.

I heard the downstairs door open and footsteps.

On my computer screen the two girls were climbing into bed together and started to kiss and fondle each other.

I heard the footsteps come to the stairs and start coming up.

Yes. come and find me. Come and find me you dirty little nymph. You fucked my daughter and now you will fuck me. The three of us are about to have some fun.

“Hello?” asked a voice.

I froze, they were nearly at the top of the steps, just a few feet from my door, and I recognized that voice anywhere. It wasn’t Julia. It wasn’t Sophia.

It was my older sister, Jackie.

I dove to the door and swung it shut.

“”Tony?”

“Uh, yeah…” heavy breathing, “just a sec.”

“You ok?” her voice sounded distressed or worried.

“Yeah, just getting dressed.”

“Oh I’m so sorry, I didn’t think anyone was home so I let myself in with that key you always keep under the mat.

I quickly shut off the video and threw on some sweats. I opened the door and my beautiful older sister was standing in the hall, a suitcase in hand and she had obviously been crying.

Something was seriously up, Jackie lived two states away, and barely ever visits, let alone unannounced.

As soon as she saw me she dropped the luggage and embraced me, squeezing very tight and then just sobbing uncontrollably. I rubbed her back and said “It’s ok, what’s wrong?”

Just then I heard more people enter the house.

“Dadddddddy we’re home! I sure did miss you! Are you ready for a really fun night?!” My tease of a daughter asked suggestively.

Jackie paid no heed to Julia, or maybe didn’t hear her over the crying. She just replied, “Tom cheated on me and we’re getting a divorce, and I need to stay with you for a while…” all in one quick breath.

My hopes for the night just shattered into a million shards, as I yelled down the stairs, “Hey babygirl. Guess what? Your Aunt Jackie is moving in with us for a while.”

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Chapter 2

A phone notification makes Dana jump awake. She sees Abby’s phone on the nightstand and blinks the sleep out of her eyes. Abby sleeps soundly behind Dana with her arms wrapped around her waist. Dana slips out of the blonde’s grasp and grabs the phone. Focus Dana, you need to save your family’s business, Dana tells herself. Dana grabs a t-shirt from a chair and slides it over herself before walking into the bathroom. Dana checks on Abby one last time before closing the door. Dana opens the text messages on Abby’s phone.

> Jake: The Morgan family’s location was just confirmed. We’re moving in on them in three hours. Get your ass out of bed so we can bust these criminals.

Dana gulps and closes her eyes. Time to leave. Dana quietly opens the bathroom door and walks back into the bedroom. Her heart beats faster when Abby groans in her sleep. Abby remains asleep and Dana quickly collects her clothes before rushing out into the living room. She dresses quickly and almost runs out to the street, walking down the street a few blocks before calling a cab. Then she calls her mother.

“Dana?”

Her mother asks in concern.

“Give the phone to Brandon, Mother. Right now. It’s important.”

Dana says quickly but trying not to panic her mother. It failed.

“Why? What’s wrong? Are you okay? Are you in trouble Dana?”

Her mother asks quickly and in concern. Dana groans in frustration.

“Mother! Get Brandon! NOW!”

No one dares to yell at her mother. That’s why her mother reacts so quickly to give Brandon the phone.

“What, Dana?”

Brandon asks over the phone. Dana gets into the cab she flags down.

“It’s Abby. Her partner messaged her 10 minutes ago. They’re going to bust in on one of the business’s locations. I don’t know which so you need to move everyone. You have three hours.”

Dana says quickly, trying to keep her voice low.

“And how do you know this?”

Brandon asks in suspicion. Dana holds her breath and bites her lip before answering.

“I, uh…it doesn’t matter. Just trust me, Brandon. I promise you I’m right.”

Dana insists. Bringing up the fact that she slept with Abby would only make the situation worse.

“How do you expect me to trust you?”

Brandon asks and Dana sighs.

“I swear the information is right Brandon. I swear on Father’s grave.”

Dana says softly. A long pause stretches between them as she pays the driver and gets out of the cab. Brandon sighs.

“I’ll get on it, Dana. Mother wants you home. I’ll have Roy pick you up. Where are you?”

Dana walks into the Four Seasons hotel and takes the elevator up to her floor.

“The Four Seasons on ninth street. Tell Roy to be quick. I’m not going to take long before I’m ready.”

Dana tells her brother as she opens her hotel room.

“I will…We’ll talk when everything is sorted out.”

Dana smiles at Brandon’s version of an apology.

“You’re welcome, Brandon.”

Dana says and Brandon hangs up. Dana grabs her bag and starts packing her clothes, ignoring the guilt building in her chest. Abby wakes up slowly to find only herself in bed. Abby frowns and sits up, grabbing her blouse off the floor. Abby walks through her apartment to find it completely empty. Maybe she had been too forward about Dana staying the night? Abby grabs her phone and immediately calls Dana’s phone. Dana hears her ringtone and looks at the screen. Abby’s phone number. Dana sighs and turns the phone around, taking out the battery and throwing the phone away. Abby frowns when Dana’s phone gets cut off on the second ring. Abby checks her messages and gasps at the barrage of texts and phone calls she had gotten from Jake. Abby dresses quickly and runs out of her apartment building. She barely recognizes the man she’d bumped into before pain radiates through the back of her head and everything goes black.

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“Oh, Dana, darling! I’ve missed you!”

Dana’s mother squeals and pulls Dana into a tight hug. Dana smiles softly and gently pats her mother’s back.

“I’ve missed you too mother.”

Dana mutters and looks over her mother’s shoulder to her brother. Brandon nods his head and Dana nods her head back. A sign of mutual resignation on their sibling rivalry. Dana’s mother pulls her into a conversation about her aunt and cousins while they sit in the study and eat lunch. Only when Dana hears yelling outside of the study does her and her mother stop talking to walk into the front room. Dana’s eyes widen and she gasps. Abby stumbles into the house blindfolded and being dragged by two of Brandon’s new men. Blood is clearly covering her shirt.

“Let go of me you assholes!”

Abby yells and struggles against their grips on her arms. Brandon rolls his eyes at the furious woman.

“Someone gag her for god’s sake.”

Brandon says in disinterest. Someone immediately gags Abby. It only makes the blonde struggle more.

“Put her in the room you set up George.”

Brandon instructs his goon and the two men drag Abby down the hall. Dana walks over to Brandon furiously.

“What the fuck Brandon? Are you crazy? She’ll have her whole precinct looking for her within hours!”

Dana yells at Brandon who smiles.

“I have a plan. You don’t need to worry about it. I run this business.”

Brandon growls and Dana’s eyes flash with pure rage. She’s dangerously close to exploding. Brandon turns and walks down the hall after Abby and his men. Dana groans and turns to her mother.

“Did you know about this?”

Dana asks angrily. Her mother simply smiles calmly.

“Someone needed to distract you, sweetheart. I’ve only done what’s right for the business.”

Her mother concludes. Dana steps closer to her mother, her shoulders squared and her chin high.

“What about your children, Mother? What about what’s right for them?”

Dana says with venom. Her mother falters in her cool exterior and Dana shakes her head in disgust. Dana storms down the hall and checks each room for Abby. Dana finds them at the end of the hall from the sounds of someone being beaten. When had they gotten this room? Dana pushes the door open. Abby is dangling from the ceiling by her tied wrists, her toes barely touching the cold cement floor. There were no windows. Only one long mirror across the wall and another door next to it. To Dana’s surprise, they had taken the blindfold and gag off. Abby’s eyes widen in surprise and her eyebrows draw together in confusion.

“Dana-?”

Abby starts but a hard punch to her gut cuts her off. Abby groans and tries her best not to double over in pain. Dana tries not to wince at the hit. She looks at Sam, the business’s employee that started working after Brandon became the owner.

“Sam, give us a few minutes.”

Dana says softly. Sam eyes her suspiciously before giving in and walking out of the room by the doorway Dana just came through, shutting the door behind him. Abby looks back up to her, several emotions mixing and showing on her face.

“Wh-What are you doing here?”

Abby stumbles over her words, the headache ache from the blow she took to knock her out was becoming stronger. Dana swallows and looks at the floor. Abby sighs as she comes to the realization that Dana isn’t just a random woman she met in a bar. Abby shakes her head and clenches her jaw painfully.

“You work for the Morgan family.”

Abby states and looks to Dana for confirmation. Dana shakes her head.

“No…I am a Morgan.”

Abby’s eyes open wide in disbelief.

“No, that’s not possible. I-I know everyone related to Harold Morgan.”

Abby says confidently. Dana smiles sadly, still not looking at Abby.

“My father put a great deal of effort for me to not be discovered. My brother, Brandon Morgan, had already been exposed to the business and was being pursued by the press. My father didn’t want that for me. He allowed me to work for the business but never in public.”

Dana says softly. Abby gulps.

“You’re his daughter.”

Abby barely whispers. Dana nods her head.

“And your brother sent you to find me so you could spy on me.”

Abby says softly and this time, Dana shakes her head.

“No. My brother wouldn’t let me have any part in the business when he took over. This is all my doing- except for them taking you. I had no idea-“

Abby stops Dana, her lips pulled back into a snarl.

“You might as well have packaged me up in wrapping paper and sent me in the damn mail Dana!- Is that even your real name? Huh? Or does everyone call you princess or…or baby girl around here?”

Abby takes a jibe at the brunette. Dana takes a deep breath and closes her eyes.

“My name is Dana.”

Dana says and swallows hard to contain her anger. She has no right to be angry, only Abby does.

“Great. Only one thing is true about you…You lied to my face! You slept with me! I told you about my fucking family Dana! I trusted you!- LOOK AT ME, DAMN IT!”

Abby screams and yanks on the rope around her wrists, tears of rage sliding involuntarily down her cheeks. Dana opens her eyes and looks up at Abby. She holds herself together. As much as her body wants to, she doesn’t let the tears show in her eyes or the sadness and guilt she feels towards the woman in front of her. Abby shakes with anger.

“If you lay one finger on my family I will kill you and everyone you love.”

Abby threatens in a low growl. Dana knows it’s more of a promise than a threat. The door by the mirror opens and Brandon strides in with a small, cocky smirk. It must be a two-way mirror. Abby glares at him and Dana sighs.

“Well isn’t that a bold threat.”

Brandon says as he looks to Abby.

“It’s a fucking promise.”

Abby says tightly, confirming Dana’s thought, and Brandon chuckles. Dana tenses when Brandon inches closer.

“We’ve known where you and your whole family lives for three years now. If I wanted to hurt them I would’ve done it already.”

Brandon says and Abby continues to glare. Brandon looks to Dana.

“You picked quite the fighter here, sis. I can’t wait to break her.”

Brandon says with an evil glint in his eyes. That’s when Dana knew her brother wasn’t going to stop here, torturing someone. No, this was just the beginning. Dana looks pleadingly at her brother.

“Let’s talk about this first Brandon. This isn’t how Father would run the business-“

Dana is cut off when Brandon rushes towards her and slams her into the cement wall. Dana gasps as the air knocks out of her and looks at her brother in fear and surprise. The snarl, the evil in his eye, and the way he’s so quick to hurt her is how Dana knows Brandon is long past negotiating.

“This isn’t Father’s business anymore. It. Is. Mine…I will run it how I please.”

Brandon clarifies with a tilt of his head. Dana gains her breath back.

“Mother won’t-“

Dana starts but Brandon cuts her off again.

“Mother always thought Father was too careful with the business. She agrees with me, except she only had one condition before she let me start running the business how I liked…she made me promise not to hurt you, Father’s favorite, the golden child, the only person who has ever done better than ME.”

Brandon growls and brings his hand to squeeze around Dana’s neck. Abby reflexively tugs against her bonds to help Dana but she can’t help her, even if she wanted to. Dana chokes on a gasp and grabs Brandon’s wrist, trying to pull him away, fear making her eyes wide. Brandon simply watches her struggle before releasing her.

“You’re lucky I’m Mother’s favorite.”

Brandon snarls and moves away from her and back to Abby. Dana sucks air into her lungs greedily and looks at Brandon as he circles Abby. Brandon grazes his fingers over Abby’s thigh and Abby clenches her teeth.

“Don’t touch me.”

Abby jerks away from him as much as she can. Brandon’s hand is a blur when he pulls it back then punches Abby in the cheek. Abby groans in pain.

“I’ll do whatever I want to do.”

Brandon says when he gets closer to Abby. There is a long pause. Brandon and Abby stare hard at each other.

“Sam! Come in and get started again!”

Brandon yells and Sam comes into the room, cracking his knuckles. Brandon walks out of the room with a satisfied smirk on his face. Sam looks at Dana.

“Do you want to stay Dana?”

Sam asks her. Dana looks at Abby and Abby glares at her.

“Get out.”

Abby whispers and Dana concedes. Dana takes one step outside of the room when she hears a punch and another groan from Abby. Dana shuts the door and closes her eyes. What had she done to the poor woman? Dana stalks off down the hallway. She did it to protect her family. She had too or her mother could have been hurt in the crossfire. But Brandon…isn’t Brandon anymore. The young boy Dana knew who ate dirt to make her laugh is now drunk on power and willing to hurt, maybe even kill someone in his way, including his own sister. Dana goes to her room, knowing she has to leave the house and starts to pack. Dana pauses when she thinks about Abby. Abby has a family. The family that she loves and cares for. Abby is priority one right now. Dana grabs her bags and sneaks downstairs.

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Abby groans in pain when yet another blow from Sam’s fist connects with her gut. The man, Sam, is kind enough to let her gather her breath back before swinging at her ribs. Abby clenches her jaw and holds in a scream. Dana walks past the door she originally used to get in and walks into the next room. Bingo. A door connects to the mirror room. Dana slides her gun out of her bag and opens the door, relieved that it is empty. Dana walks into the room where Abby is being held right when Sam punches her in the jaw. Abby looks over her shoulder at the new arrival. Dana clears her throat to stop Sam from hitting her again. Sam looks at Dana in confusion.

“I want to talk with her. Go get a drink or some food.”

Same hesitates but nods his head and leaves through the door that connects with the hallway.

“I can’t use my hands.”

Abby says and Dana looks at her in confusion as she steps in front of Abby.

“What?”

Dana asks and checks the door.

“I can’t fuck you if that’s what you’re here for.”

Abby clarifies with rage showing clearly in her voice. Dana looks her in the eyes.

“I’m getting out of here. I can untie you right now and bring you with me or you can stay here and have my brother’s goons beat you to death. Which do you prefer?”

Dana asks and raises an eyebrow. Abby silently nods her head. Dana grabs the chair in the corner before standing on top of it to reach the rope around Abby’s wrists.

“That’s what I thought.”

Dana mumbles and flips out her pocket knife. The rope is thin and easy to cut. Abby falls onto the flat of her feet but they’re too numb from the rope tied around her ankles to feel anything. She stumbles before Dana catches her by the hips. Dana kneels down and quickly cuts the rope around Abby’s ankles. Dana grabs her bag and closes the knife as Abby rubs her wrists. Dana hands Abby a handgun.

“I assume you know how to use it and I also expect you not to shoot me.”

Dana says and Abby scoffs.

“I can’t say the same for your brother.”

Abby says and checks the handgun. Dana puts a hand on Abby’s chest so she looks up at her.

“I will help you protect your family but not if you hurt mine.”

Dana says with a tilt of her head. Abby nods her head. Dana nods her head back and walks out into the hallway with Abby following. She leads them through the house in the most abandoned hallways she used to hide in when playing hide and seek with her brother. They’re halfway to the garage when an alarm sounds off.

“Shit.”

Dana murmurs and grabs Abby’s hand to pull her faster. Bullets hit the wall next to them and they both duck out of the way. Abby cries out in pain when a bullet hits her arm. Dana helps Abby up as the bullets chase them down the hall. Dana pushes Abby past the garage door and fires back into the bullets, hitting one or two of Brandon’s men. She had always been a better shot than Brandon and most of the men her father and now Brandon had employed. Abby pulls Dana into the garage and shuts the door. Dana grabs the closest set of keys and unlocks the car. Abby slides into the passenger seat and holds her wound with clenched teeth. Dana buckles her own seat belt before starting the car.

“Buckle and hold on.”

Abby buckles her seat belt as Dana speeds into the garage door and breaks through the wood. She pitches forward and grabs the dashboard to stop herself from hitting her head.

“Jesus, Dana!”

Abby yells. The tires of the car squeal as she turns out of the driveway. Dana shakes her head and makes another sharp turn.

“I warned you.”

Dana whispers and looks in the rear view mirror. No one was following them, yet. Abby sighs when Dana slows down but winces at the biting pain in her arm.

“Here.”

Dana says when she glances to Abby to see her injured arm. Dana holds the wheel with one hand and pulls her t-shirt off with her other. Abby takes the offered t-shirt, slightly relieved that Dana had a tank top on underneath. Abby hisses in pain when she presses it to the wound.

“Hold it there, hard. I’ll find us a motel.”

Dana says gently and Abby simply looks out the window. The guilt flares back up in her chest. The silence is deafening as they drive. Abby occasionally glances at the road in front of them but never to Dana. Dana pulls into a motel and turns off the car.

“Stay here. I’ll go check us in…and don’t run away.”

Dana warns and takes the car keys. Abby rolls her eyes. Dana get’s them a room with two beds, using the cash she took from the house. She comes back to Abby.

“Room 12.”

Dana says and grabs her bags from the car. Abby gets out of the car and takes the motel key from Dana. Dana sighs at the silent treatment she’s getting from the blonde. Dana walks into the motel room to see her looking at her wound. Dana sets down her bags and closes the door. She sits next to Abby and looks at the wound.

“It just grazed you. I need to clean it and it’s not the most pleasant experience.”

Dana says and grabs the first aid kit from the bag. Abby sits still and relaxes her muscles as Dana prepares everything she needs. Abby takes a deep breath and bites down on her fist to keep from screaming. Dana washes out her skin repeatedly, Abby’s groans and screams muffled by her shirt until she is finished. Abby stands up and tosses Dana’s shirt on the bed before walking into the bathroom. Dana takes a deep breath and lays back against one of the beds. Abby turns on the shower and gingerly takes off her tank top and jeans. Abby steps under the water and hisses as the water runs over all of her cuts. She thinks about Dana and her family. How Dana lied to her and how her family was now in more danger than before. Abby shakes her head of the anger and worry rising inside her. She washes with the bar of soap provided by the motel before stepping out of the shower. Abby walks out with a towel wrapped around her and her clothes in hand. Dana looks at her before digging in her bag and handing Abby the clothes she had grabbed for her. Abby turns her back and dresses carefully, wincing as her wound throbs when she puts her shirt on. Dana simply looks up at the ceiling as Abby gets into the other bed. It’s quiet and they both try their best to sleep but it doesn’t come to them. Not with Brandon searching for them. Not when they both want to say so much. Dana swallows hard and turns her head to look at Abby who has turned away from her.

“I’m sorry.”

Dana whispers. Abby goes rigid and her body protests as she rolls over to look at Dana. They look at each other until Dana looks back to the ceiling. Abby takes a deep breath.

“I didn’t meet you in the bar on accident.”

Abby states and Dana stay silent. Abby takes the silence for a yes.

“You slept with me to get information.”

Abby states again and Dana doesn’t say a word. Another yes.

“None of it was real. Everything you told me on the date. Everything we did-“

Dana cuts Abby off and looks at her fiercely.

“Everything we did was real.”

Dana says tightly and Abby sits up in her bed.

“I’m supposed to believe you now?- trust you?”

Abby asks with venom, swinging her legs over the side of the bed to look at Dana fully. Dana sits up as well and copies the other woman’s position.

“Do you think I faked my orgasms? Do you think I didn’t want you?- that I still don’t want you?”

Dana asks harshly. Abby doesn’t respond. She knows Dana’s orgasms were real and she knew Dana had wanted her. Abby’s not in the least surprised that the brunette wants her now. Abby asks herself if the feeling- the lust- the desire- is mutual. She can’t answer. Dana drops her head into her hands.

“If it makes you feel better I can never go back to my family again.”

Dana mutters.

“I stopped caring about how you felt about everything when you stepped foot into that room.”

Abby growls and stands up in anger. Dana looks up at her.

“Abby-“

Dana is cut off when Abby’s open palm connects with her cheek. The sound of the slap echoed through the room and Dana holds her cheek tenderly. Dana looks up at Abby.

“Feel better?”

Dana asks and Abby snarls.

“Not even close.”

Abby growls and pounces on Dana. Dana gasps when Abby pushes her back onto the bed and slaps her again. Dana catches Abby’s wrist before the blonde can hit her for the third time. Dana flips them over and pins Abby’s wrists to the bed.

“Calm down Ab-“

Dana’s eyes widen when Abby’s lips press roughly against hers. Abby’s not sure what her plan is. She just knows that both hands are pinned to the bed and her lips seemed like an okay way to shut Dana the hell up. Abby forces her tongue past Dana’s lips. Dana moans and parts her lips. Abby flips them back over and grips Dana’s hair in a fist. Okay, so now they’re having fight sex. Fine. Dana groans in pain as Abby jerks her head back to expose her neck. Abby bites Dana’s neck and chest until Dana grabs her ass and stands up, Abby’s limbs wrapped tightly around Dana. Dana presses Abby hard against the wall, making the photo’s hanging there, and kisses her even harder. Abby moans and pulls at Dana’s tank top. Dana carefully holds Abby’s up with her body weight against the wall while she takes off her tank top. Abby unwinds her legs from Dana’s waist and puts her feet on the floor, pushing off the wall to sit Dana down on the bed. Dana grabs Abby’s hips and tugs down her sweatpants as the other woman get’s rid of her shirt. Dana pulls Abby on top of her when she lays back on the bed. Abby moves quickly, intent on having the upper hand, and shoves her hand inside Dana’s jeans. Dana moans and arches her back when Abby doesn’t hesitate to push two fingers into Dana’s entrance. Abby uses her other hand to pull Dana into a lip bruising kiss. Dana moans deeply into Abby’s mouth as their tongues meet each other then moves her hand down to slide into Abby’s panties. Abby breaks the kiss and groans, her hips driving down onto Dana’s fingers as they enter her. Their hot breath mingles in between them as both women thrust harder and faster to bring the other to orgasm. As if bringing the other to orgasm will make everything right again. Both women needed this. They needed reassurance that at least something hasn’t changed. Dana feels herself on the edge but holds off, knowing Abby is there also. Abby throws her head back and moans in frustration. Dana can’t hold off any longer. Dana’s hand grips the sheets and her other hand thrusts as hard as she can into Abby. Abby follows her over the edge of climax with a groan. Dana pants furiously for air and Abby slumps against her. Abby pulls her hand out of Dana’s pants and Dana does the same for her own hand. Abby slides off of Dana to lay next to her on her back. Dana looks over at Abby.

“Let me see your arm.”

Dana says and moves up onto her elbow. Abby looks away and shakes her head.

“It’s fine.”

Abby dismisses the other woman’s concern. Dana grabs Abby’s arm.

“I wasn’t asking.”

Dana says and looks at Abby’s wound. Abby jerks her arm away and rolls onto her side, grabbing a pillow and hugging it to her chest. Dana sighs and lays down on her back. Neither of them move or speak until Dana falls asleep and Abby follows.

////

Dana opens her eyes from the light shining through the window. Abby groans from the same light and throws her arm over her eyes to block it. Dana tries to sit up but Abby’s legs are tangled around her own.

“Abby, we have to get up.”

Dana shakes Abby’s shoulder and the blonde raises her head.

“I’m up. I’m up.”

Abby says, her voice groggy from sleep. For the first time, Dana smiles genuinely.

“Yeah, I can see that. Get dressed, we’re leaving in 30 minutes.”

Dana says with a smile as she walks into the bathroom. In 10 minutes Dana has showered, redressed, and packed her things again. Abby sits on the bed waiting for her.

“Do you want to get a shower?”

Dana asks and grabs her bag and the car keys. Abby looks up at Dana who stands in front of her.

“I want to know the plan.”

Abby says and Dana nods her head.

“Okay. I plan on going to Maine to move your mother to a more secure location. She’s the closest right now and it’s best you get out of New York for now. I can get a friend in Illinois to move your family there but they have to trust your word and my friend or they’ll be found out by Brandon. I don’t know anyone from Texas so your brother is going to have to listen to you and trust you.”

Dana concludes and Abby stands up. Abby has safe houses for her family. But telling Dana could risk her family’s only safety if the brunette is just playing her.

“And why don’t we go straight to the FBI with this?”

Abby asks and Dana rubs her eyes in frustration.

“Because my brother has people in the FBI. He’ll find us and kill us without a second thought. This is the best option I have to help you keep your family safe. Do you want that or not?”

Dana asks angrily. Abby looks at the ground before looking back to Dana.

“I just want to make sure we’re making the right choice.”

Abby says softly and Dana raises an eyebrow.

“We?”

Dana asks. She had expected for Abby to put up more of a fight. Abby nods her head with a sigh.

“For my family.”

Abby clarifies and Dana nods her head, keeping the smile off her face. Dana leads them out of the motel room and out to the car.

“We’re taking the train to Maine by the way.”

Abby stops on her passenger side of the car.

“You’re joking…train will take forever.”

Dana scoffs as she gets in the car. Abby gets in also.

“It will take four hours and it allows me to pay in cash for our tickets. Plus, we have to ditch the car. It is Brandon’s. I was able to short the GPS wires so he won’t find us anytime soon but I wouldn’t put it past him to look at security cameras.”

Dana says as she drives off towards the train station. It was only ten minutes away. They’re half way there when Dana speaks first.

“How is your arm?”

Abby glances to her arm and shrugs.

“Fine. It burns a little but there’s no sign of infection, so that’s good.”

Dana fights back a smile at Abby’s lengthy response. At least they were getting farther in their conversations. Without anything else to say the silence falls between them again. Abby clears her throat.

“About last night…”

Abby starts but they soon arrive at the train station. Dana looks at Abby and sees her struggling to find the right words.

“Why don’t we get on the train and then we can talk?”

Dana suggests and Abby nods her head in agreement. Dana steps out of the car and slides her gun and the one she gave Abby into her bag underneath the anti-metal detector plate. Originally her father had rejected the idea, they had no reason to hide guns or any other metals in bags when her father was running the business. When Brandon had become owner it took them less than two days to fit all the bags with the plate. Dana had sided with her father back then but now she couldn’t be happier that Brandon put the plates in. If Brandon or his men find them on the train they would need to defend themselves. Abby grabs her own bag and they walk up to the ticket booth. Dana orders their tickets to Maine as Abby looks around. There are more than a hundred people at the train station but it only takes a second for Abby to spot three men dressed in black looking around the crowd. Abby turns quickly and grabs Dana’s arm, pulling her towards the pass through with their bags.

“Abby, what’s wrong?”

Dana asks in concern. Abby shrugs her bag higher onto her shoulder, taking their place third in line.

“Your brother found us. Three men in black. 7 o’clock, do you see them?”

Abby asks in a hushed whisper. Dana glances back and in fact sees the three men. Though they also see her.

“And they see us- go, now.”

Dana pushes Abby to the front of the line apologizing profusely to the people she cuts in line though there are only a few. Dana looks back to see the men gaining on them. If only they can get past this checkpoint they would be okay. You have to have your ticket to pass the checkpoint. Abby pushes her bag and Dana’s underneath the metal detector before stepping through one herself and handing the man her ticket.

“Clear. Step forward miss.”

Abby sighs in relief as he clears her. Dana is stepping away when one of the men puts his hand on her shoulder. Dana wriggles free from his grasp before stepping through the metal detector and handing the man her ticket. The man who grabbed her starts to step through when the alarm goes off signaling the metal detector.

“Clear. Step forward miss- excuse me! Stay right there sir!”

The man clears her and rushes to confront Brandon’s man along with three other officers. Dana grabs Abby’s hand and rushes off to the train without a look behind them. After the officer on the train reviews their tickets Dana leads them to their cabin. Abby sets her bag down and breathes deeply. Dana sits on the bench and rests her head back against the wall, collecting her breath as well. The train starts moving and Abby takes a seat, closing the cabin door.

“I’m sorry for being so rough last night. I was angry.”

Abby says out of the blue. Dana looks at her with a small smile.

“I could tell but you have every right to be angry…and I’m sorry too. I was rough back.”

Dana says then closes her eyes as she rests her head against the wall again. Abby bites her lip.

“You came looking for me that night at the bar because…”

Abby trails off and waits for Dana to finish her sentence. Dana licks her lips.

“I thought I could prove something to Brandon- show him I was able to do something for the business. After my father passed the company changed. Brandon brought in different deals with the wrong people and cut off the friendships and business contracts my father had taken decades to build up.”

Dana has to pause to swallow the emotions rising in her throat.

“The company wasn’t always this bad. When my father ran it there were few deaths- we never kidnapped people and tortured them. Brandon just changed it all. He’s not my father, I know that, but I never expected the power of running the company to change him like this…I thought if I helped pull you off the case that the company wouldn’t be busted…that my father’s name wouldn’t be pushed in the dirt because of what my brother has done.”

Dana finishes and quickly wipes away a tear from her cheek. Dana refuses to look anywhere but the window when Abby moves on the other bench to sit in front of Dana. Abby bites her lip and tries to meet Dana’s eyes. Abby had assumed Dana had done it for her brother. She assumed a lot of things about the woman.

“Your father-“

Abby starts softly and Dana cuts her off, her eyes flashing fiercely as she whips her head around to glare at Abby.

“My father was a good man. He tried his best to keep his company safe and his family safer. The company only used to smuggle artifacts under the table for rich aristocrats all around the world when he was running. People just assumed he was smuggling other things and started rumors and fights. If you say anything against that then I suggest you shut your mouth and think about it alone.”

Dana growls in defense of her father. Abby looks at her warmly.

“The Stinger family received 50,000 dollars from an anonymous billionaire 2 weeks after their son died. It saved their restaurant from going under from the bad economy. It was your father, wasn’t it? He was the anonymous billionaire?”

Abby asks softly. Dana looks at her in surprise before nodding her head in confirmation.

“Father said Ryan Stinger didn’t deserve to die like the 10 men from our company did. He knew paying them wouldn’t make up for the loss of their son but it would help them somehow. The ‘gang rivalry’ was a surprise attack on our company during a large shipment. The Gallagher family thought of us as weak competition and thought fighting our company was in their best interest. Once the word got out the Gallagher company fell through from the lack of business.”

Dana informs Abby what her father had told her about the attack. Abby smiles softly.

“I know your father was a good man. I just wish Brandon was too.”

Dana forced a tight-lipped smile.

“Me too.”

Dana whispers as she looks out the window. Abby sits back and looks out the window as well. The quiet, this time, is comfortable and relaxing. Abby falls asleep against the window in utter exhaustion from lack of sleep and the emotions of the day. Dana grabs the offered blanket from the train cabinet and spreads it over Abby gently before sitting back down. Dana curls her legs underneath herself and reaches for the book she had stuffed in her bag before leaving her house.

////

“The Paying Guest?”

Abby asks after she wakes up from her sleep. Dana looks up at Abby and smiles softly.

“Yeah. One of my favorite books.”

Dana answers and watches Abby. Abby smiles and sits up, stretching her arms above her head and turning her head to crack her neck. Dana sees the sliver of skin revealed by the stretch and licks her lips. Abby sees this and drops her arms to her sides. Dana looks up to Abby’s eyes before clearing her throat and looking back to her book, but not actually reading.

“Are, uh…are we allowed to order food?”

Abby asks and runs her fingers through her unruly blonde hair. Dana looks at Abby again and nods her head.

“Yeah. The room service number is next to the phone.”

Dana points to the phone on the wall and the lamented paper hanging next to it. Abby stands up and calls room service. Dana’s eyes skirt down her body until she catches herself and shakes her head free from the lustful thoughts. Abby orders countless dishes before hanging the phone back and sitting down. Abby glances at Dana and bites her lip. The air between them was becoming awkward and Abby decides to fill it with something else. Small talk.

“What’s your book about?”

Dana looks up at Abby.

“Two women…uh…that…”

Dana struggles to tell Abby about the book. Simply telling Abby that the book is about two women fucking wouldn’t go over well, Dana thinks. Abby smiles in amusement and moves over to sit with Dana.

“I’ll just read the summary then.”

Abby chuckles and slides the book from Dana’s hands. Dana starts to protest.

“Umm…You don’t have to…”

But Abby is already reading the summary. Abby gulps and realizes it’s an erotic lesbian book. Dana sighs and takes the book back. Abby then starts laughing. Dana furrows her brow.

“Your favorite book is about lesbian erotica?”

Abby asks and Dana’s jaw drops but a smile spreads across her lips.

“Don’t judge. It’s a good book.”

Dana insists and Abby sobers from her laughing.

“Yeah? Well, we have…”

Abby starts then checks her watch and smiles.

“3 more hours before we reach Maine. So you have plenty of time to read me a few chapters.”

Abby says with a smile. Dana eyes her suspiciously and is ready to ask Abby why she would want to her to read it to her but a knock on their cabin door stops her. Abby stands up and opens the door, taking the food she ordered and setting it on the small table in their room. The smell of food reminds Dana how hungry she is from not eating breakfast.

“You are free to have anything I ordered- oh shit! Do you have to pay for this?”

Abby asks in a panic. Dana stands up and grabs one of the two fruit bowls on the table.

“It’s free.”

Dana says and winks at Abby. Abby relaxes with a sigh and starts eating the cheeseburger on her plate. Dana raises an eyebrow.

“How do you eat like that and not gain weight?”

Dana asks incredulously. Abby smiles.

“I work out and I have a great metabolism.”

Abby says proudly and raises her eyebrow at Dana.

“How do you keep your body like that?”

Dana smiles.

“I work out and I eat healthily.”

Dana responds and Abby smirks. Dana licks her lips before taking another bite of fruit. Abby watches her for a few more seconds before going back to eating her food. They eat quietly until all the food is gone then Abby sits across from Dana with a smile.

“Storytime.”

Abby announces and hands Dana her book, trying her hardest not to laugh. Dana smiles and rolls her eyes as she takes the book. Dana tucks her legs underneath her and clears her throat. Abby bites her lip and watches Dana in amusement.

“Clara leans forward, her eyes never leaving mine as she takes my bud into her mouth. I mewl in pleasure as her tongue flutters against me. Clara moans and it vibrates against my sex. I moan louder. Clara’s soft hands slide up my body to caress and pinch my nipples roughly. I gasp and arch my back. ‘Don’t stop,’ I whisper to my lover, ‘never stop’. Clara moans again then pulled away just slightly, her hot breath against my wet, hot sex. ‘Never Lena. I will never stop,’ Clara whispers back, her lips brushing against my lower lips. She takes me into her mouth again. I arch my back and moan in pleasure at her touch. Clara’s tongue laves over my throbbing clitoris again, I cry out.”

Dana starts off where she last read. Dana looks up at Abby and sees her clenching her thighs, her eyes are closed, and her bottom lip is between her teeth. Dana feels the throbbing of her clit grow stronger and she’s sure that’s what Abby is feeling also. Abby opens her eyes and they’re dark, just like Dana’s. Dana takes a chance. She sets the book down then stands up and walks to the cabin door. A quick flick of her fingers lock the door and she looks back to Abby who was watching her with rapt attention.

“Take off your clothes.”

Dana husks and grabs the hem of her tank top, pulling the clothing over her head. Abby licks her lips and stands up as if she’s in a trance. Within seconds of gazing and stripping both women are naked and lusting after one another. Dana makes the first move, cupping Abby’s cheek and pulling her into a soft kiss. Abby moans quietly, already near begging for her orgasm.

“Are you wet for me, Abby?”

Dana asks in a sultry voice against Abby’s parted lips. Abby whimpers and raises her hands to grip Dana’s hips, steadying herself on her weak knees.

“Unbearably wet.”

Abby whispers back, her breath warm over Dana’s lips. Dana moans and kisses her lightly, barely touching their lips.

“Because of the book?”

Dana asks and Abby moves her hand up Dana’s body and caresses the back of her neck. Abby shakes her head and steps closer until their bodies are pressed together. Dana moans and grabs Abby’s hips.

“Then why are you wet Abby?”

Dana asks and drifts one hand down between Abby’s thighs. Dana smiles slightly when she feels wetness on Abby’s thighs. Abby whimpers and closes her eyes tighter.

“B-Because you were reading the book.”

Abby breathes out. She’s too drunk on arousal to stop the words from falling from her lips. Dana takes her hand away and steps back. Abby’s eyes flash open in panic and desire. Then Dana is on her knees in front of Abby and taking her into her mouth. Abby cries out and grabs Dana’s shoulders to steady herself. Dana moans and copies the technique from her book, sucking Abby’s clit then fluttering her tongue over the bud. Abby gasps and jerks her hips against Dana’s mouth, the fist in Dana’s hair pulling her deeper into her wetness.

“Oh god! Dana, I-I can’t st-stand anymore!”

Abby cries out when her knees are ready to buckle. Dana reluctantly pulls her mouth away and holds Abby’s hips. Abby squeals when Dana pushes her over to sit on the bench. Dana chuckles and kneels between Abby’s legs.

“Please…”

Abby groans when Dana trails kisses up her thigh. Dana grabs Abby’s hips and pulls her to the edge of the bench then immediately takes Abby’s swollen clit into her mouth. Abby nearly screams in relief. Dana digs her nails into Abby’s thighs.

“You have to be quiet.”

Dana whispers then licks Abby’s pussy lips and clit. Abby makes a fist of one hand and bites down hard on her knuckles. Dana moans at the taste and smell of Abby. She realizes that she had missed this. Being between Abby’s legs and licking her, making her cum with the simple touches of her tongue. Abby uses her other hand to tangle in Dana’s hair to keep the brunette between her thighs.

“Right there, Dana. Please make me cum, please.”

Abby begs in a whisper. Dana moans and sucks Abby’s clit hard, flicking her tongue against the bud. Abby cries out into her hand and her hips buck up against Dana’s mouth. Dana moans and holds Abby’s hips down with one hand and reaches her other hand up to cup Abby’s breast, her fingers teasing the prominent peak. Abby whimpers. She’s close, she’s on the edge but if she takes her fist away to tell Dana she’s sure she’ll scream. Dana moans and looks up at Abby. She can tell she’s close by the way she bites her fist harder and her thighs clench around her head. Dana moans loudly against Abby’s clit and it sends the blonde over the edge. Abby screams into her fist and holds Dana tight against her, her back arches and her head thrown back in pleasure. Dana moans softly and releases Abby’s clit to gently bring Abby down from her high with licks and soft kisses. The blonde drops both hands to the bench and moves her shaky legs off of Dana’s shoulders. Dana kisses her thighs before moving up to kiss Abby. Abby moans at the taste of herself on Dana’s lips and pulls Dana off her knees. The brunette straddles Abby with a smile.

“You taste delicious, did you know that?”

Dana teases and wraps her arms around Abby’s shoulders. The woman underneath her smiles lightly and kisses her with small kisses.

“Mmm, I do now.”

Abby whispers and Dana smiles into the next kiss. Abby deepens it quickly then switches their position. Dana gasps when the blonde moves Dana onto her back on the seat of the bench with herself on top of the brunette. Dana tangles her fingers in Abby’s blonde hair and crushes their lips together. Abby groans and moves her fingers down between Dana’s thighs, she doesn’t hesitate to thrust them deep inside Dana. Dana moans and arches her back, her nails scratching their way up Abby’s spine. The blonde leans down with a groan and takes Dana’s nipple into her mouth. The brunette moans again, grinding against Abby’s hand.

“Harder, faster- ah! Yes! Abby!”

She cries out when Abby does as she asked. Abby teases Dana’s nipple between her teeth then releases it to whisper in Dana’s ear.

“You have to be quiet, remember?”

The blonde teases with a soft smile. Dana moans and reaches down with one hand to grab Abby’s ass and the other stays in Abby’s hair.

“Then- mmm…Then make me quiet.”

Dana says between a moan. Abby crushes their lips together with a moan of her own. Dana grinds harder against Abby, her moans, and groans of pleasure swallowed by the blonde above her. Dana only falls over the edge into complete bliss when Abby uses her thumb to rub tight circles over her throbbing clit. She arches her back and it breaks the kiss. Dana moans loudly before a soft hand clamps over her mouth to muffle the noise. Abby pumps deeper into Dana one last time before stilling her thumb and fingers inside of the brunette, relishing in the way the brunette’s muscles clench around her. Dana opens her eyes and moves Abby’s hand from her mouth. Abby smiles at Dana and pushes her hair back from her eyes. Dana pulls her down and kisses her softly as the blonde pulls her fingers from inside Dana. Dana pulls away from the kiss and shuffles towards the inside of the wide bench. Abby lays down next to her and she lays her head down on Abby’s shoulder.

“I’m going to fall asleep.”

Dana mumbled, her warm breath skating across Abby’s skin and creating goosebumps.

“Just so you know if you want to get up.”

Dana clarifies and lifts her head to look at Abby. The blonde swallows hard before making her decision. She stands up and grabs the blanket Dana had given her earlier. Dana takes the blanket and wraps it around her before turning away from Abby, never looking at her. She couldn’t. Abby would see the disappointment and sadness in her eyes and Abby didn’t deserve to be burdened with Dana’s pitiful feelings. The detective deserved so much more than her. Abby grabs her clothes and goes into the bathroom connected to their room. Abby leans against the door and covers her eyes with her hand. She shakes her head and takes a deep breath. She can’t do this anymore. She can’t keep fucking Dana and expect to cuddle afterward like they did before she learned about the brunette. Dana grips the blanket closer to her chest and falls asleep when Abby walks out of the bathroom. Abby sits down on her bench and looks out the window.

////

Dana wakes after the train jostles them on a turn. She sits up with the blanket wrapped around her and refuses to look at Abby. Abby doesn’t look at Dana either. Dana grabs her clothes and walks into the bathroom to change. After she walks out Abby clears her throat.

“There’s only an hour before we reach Maine. I should call my family.”

Dana grabs her burner phone and hands it to Abby without a word. Abby stands up.

“Thanks.”

Abby mumbles and walks into the bathroom. She calls her mother first and tells her she is an hour and a half away with a friend. Her mother asks for a reason for the visit but Abby says they can talk more when they get there. Her father is more difficult to deal with but explains the situation to him, telling him that he needs to get Damon and his wife to the safe house she set up for them after she figured out how dangerous the Morgan family was. Next, she calls Abel and tells him to do the same with his wife. Abby ends the call with her brother and walks back into the main cabin. She hands Dana the phone who takes it without looking at her again. Abby sits down and bites her lip. Time to tell Dana about the safe houses.

“I have safe houses for my family. I didn’t want to tell you until I was sure I could trust you.”

Abby tells Dana. Dana’s eyes snap up to look at her angrily.

“You haven’t trusted me this whole time I’ve turned my back on my own family to help yours?”

Dana asks and Abby gulps.

“W-Well I…I…”

Abby stumbles and Dana’s angry stare was making her nervous. For all Abby knew Dana could have been working for her brother still. Dana stands up.

“I’m taking a walk.”

Dana says surprisingly calm with the anger still in her eyes. Abby stands up also when Dana walks to the door, wanting to keep talking.

“I’ll go with you.”

Abby insists and takes a step forward then Dana’s words stop her.

“I don’t want you to.”

Dana says softly and shuts the door behind her. Abby stands in the middle of the room for a few moments before sitting back down. Dana walks down the hallway until she finds the bar room. Abby hadn’t trusted her until just a few seconds ago. Helping her run away from her own family then getting her on a train to her mother’s wasn’t enough loyalty. Dana takes a seat near the windows.

“Can I get you something miss?”

A waitress asks Dana. Dana smiles at the younger woman.

“A beer, please. Any kind, it doesn’t matter.”

The waitress smiles warmly and leaves to go to the bar. Dana takes the beer when the waitress comes back.

“My name is Hailey. Let me know if you need anything else.”

Hailey winks at Dana and leaves her with her beer. Dana smiles and takes a swig of beer as she looks out the window. Abby is angry. She shouldn’t feel guilty for not trusting Dana. Dana seduced her to get information on the case. Abby told her everything about her family and her life. Dana sets the empty beer bottle on the table in front of her. Hailey walks back to Dana.

“Would you like another beer?”

Hailey asks sweetly. Dana smiles and checks her watch.

“I shouldn’t, but thank you.”

Dana says and stands up. Hailey smiles politely and walks back to the bar. Dana walks back to her room but when she opens the door Abby is fuming with anger.

“Sit down and listen.”

Abby growls and Dana complies. Underneath her anger, Dana knew Abby was angrier than her. The blonde takes a deep breath as she stands in front of Dana.

“I am angry. I’m furious. You walked into my life and lied like it was nothing. I told you a lot about my family, my job, my friends. I actually liked you. I couldn’t trust you even after you saved me from your family. Even after you turned your back on your family. How was I supposed to know? You could have been working for your brother still. You’re good at lying. So no, I didn’t trust you with my family’s life until now. You don’t get to be upset about that, not with who you are.”

Abby finishes her rant and pants softly. Dana looks into Abby’s eyes.

“I know. You’re right. I…I’m sorry.”

Dana mumbled. Abby straightens her shoulders and her eyebrows raise in surprise. She had expected a fight out of Dana.

“You’re…just like that?”

Abby asks incredulously. Dana raises an eyebrow.

“You want a fight?”

Dana asks with a small smile. Abby opens and closes her mouth in surprise before answering.

“I…no. I just didn’t expect you to…I don’t know.”

Abby says softly and sits down. Dana sighs.

“I have nothing to fight with. You’re right. I’m wrong. I might as well admit it. There’s no point in arguing with you for the rest of the way.”

Dana says and shrugs at Abby. Abby nods her head in agreement. Dana looks at Abby with a playful smirk.

“Do you want me to read my book again?”

Abby’s eyes snap up to Dana’s. Abby smiles when she realizes Dana is kidding.

“I think we’ve heard enough for the day.”

Abby chuckles and moves closer to the window. Dana smiles and looks out the window herself.

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“Mom!”

Abby yells and waves at her mother waiting on the platform. Dana smiles as Abby runs over and wraps her arms around her mother’s neck. Abby sighs and hugs her mother harder. Dana grabs their bags and carries them over to the hugging daughter and mother. Abby pulls away.

“It’s really good to see you, mom.”

Abby says softly and smiles brightly at her mother. Her mother pats her cheek lovingly.

“It’s good to see you too baby girl. Oh god, you’re beaten up.”

Abby rolls her eyes at her mother’s insisted nickname for her since she is the youngest sibling. Her mother clicks her tongue in distaste then looks to Dana and Abby does too.

“Oh, mom, this is Dana. Dana, this is Gloria Warren, my mom.”

Dana smiles and shakes the older woman’s hand.

“It is lovely to meet you, Ms. Warren.”

Dana says with a smile. Abby smiles as her mother waves her hand.

“Oh, call me Gloria.”

Dana smiles and Abby’s mother moves to lead Abby and Dana back to the car.

“She’s cute. She’s your girlfriend, isn’t she?”

Abby’s mother asks without whispering. Abby groans and Dana chuckles.

“No, mom. She’s not my girlfriend. She’s just a friend.”

Abby clarifies and walks around the car to the driver’s seat. Dana picks up the pace to grab Abby’s mother’s door handle for her.

“Let me get that for you, Ms. Warren.”

Dana says and opens the door for her. Abby’s mother smiles as she gets in the car.

“Oh isn’t she a sweetheart?”

Abby’s mother asks her daughter as Dana gets into the car. Abby adjusts her rear view mirror and narrows her eyes at Dana.

“Yeah, she’s something.”

Abby mumbles and forces back her smile when Dana winks at her. Abby shakes her head and drives off towards her mother’s house. Abby’s mother looks at her daughter in concern.

“I know this isn’t just a regular visit Abby. You’re beaten up. You always seem so busy at the precinct to get a weekend off- let alone a weekday. Even if you do get a day off you rarely come to see me. What’s wrong?”

Gloria asks and Abby sighs.

“We have to kick plan B into motion, mom. I’m in some trouble with a family in New York. Do you remember the case I’ve been working on since 2013?”

Abby asks her mother and glances back to Dana. Dana looks quietly out of the window, her hands folded tightly in her lap.

“Yes, and that family- the Morgan family- they’re after you? Have you called everyone else?”

Abby smiles at her mother and briefly takes her hand off the wheel to squeeze her mother’s hand. Dana tenses at the mention of her family name.

“Everyone else is moving to their safe houses now. It’s going to be okay.”

Abby reassures her mother and puts her hand back on the wheel.

“What about you Dana? I assume you’re involved in this too. Is your family alright?”

Abby takes in a sharp intake of breath and looks at Dana in the mirror. Dana closes her eyes and swallows the emotion in her throat.

“I am but I-I don’t have any family left ma’am.”

Dana stumbles and keeps her eyes tightly shut. She’s willing herself not to cry. Abby bites her lip, trying to will Dana to open her eyes. Abby’s mother looks to Abby with a frown. Her daughter was trying to discreetly get Dana’s attention but she was failing miserably.

“I’m sorry to hear that, honey. I want you to know that you are completely welcome in my home- or my safe house.”

Dana opens her eyes and looks at Abby in the rear view mirror. Abby gives her apologetic eyes and Dana gives her a small smile, but Abby doesn’t believe that its real.

“Thank you, Ms. Warren. That means a lot to me.”

Dana responds and it makes Abby’s mother smile.

“Of course. Now let me tell you girls about Lana’s boy down the street. He’s a real piece of work…”

Abby’s mother starts off into a ramble of her neighbor. Abby barely listens and Dana doesn’t listen at all. Abby is thinking about Dana and Dana is thinking about her family. Wishing for the first time in her life that her family was completely different.

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There will be at least two more chapters of this series to cum (; I hope you all have enjoyed this chapter! And, per request of many fans of “My History Teacher”, there will be a closing 8th chapter. I’m struggling with it but I have taken up a suggestion from one of the people who had commented on “My History Teacher 7”. If you’re curious as to what this 8th chapter will conceal I suggest going to look at the comments and possibly comment your own prompt if I decide the current one hasn’t worked out. Stay tuned (;

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A Southern Bell meets a Calli Girl

Being a rich Georgian socialite, I didn’t have the need to work like the common people of the world. I found myself spending most of my days attending various events like gallery openings and mid-afternoon tea parties, which made my life extremely dull.

One Saturday afternoon my bore of a husband suggested that I go to one of his new business partner’s house for a tea party so I could become acquainted with his wife.

I drove past the iron gates of her driveway to the beautiful plantation mansion with hundred year old willows that lined both sides of the drive. I thought to myself, ‘Another afternoon sipping tea and eating finger sandwiches.’ I wondered how I was going to fake interest in what this old hag had to say for the next three hours. When the door opened, I was truly surprised what I saw.

Alexis was about 24 years old, 10 years my junior, and was wearing a white linen robe. She had curly blond hair, flawless skin, perky breasts and a very petite body that made me a little envious.

I was no slouch myself. With my constant aerobic, 36C chest and the finest plastic surgeons that money could buy, I still had the body that could turn many young men’s heads. But she was all natural and it made me a little mad.

“Hello, you must be Martha?” Alexis asked.

“Yes my dear, I’m Martha. I seem to be a little over dressed for the occasion. Or am I early?” I asked. I was wearing a floral dress that went past my knees and was quite modest.

“No you are on time and, like, I must have totally spaced out telling Bob to have you bring a swimsuit. But no worries I have one that you can wear,” she replied nonchalantly.

Thinking that a proper southern lady doesn’t wear someone else’s clothes, let alone a swimsuit, I quickly changed the topic. “I can tell from your accent you aren’t from Georgia.”

“No, I’m from Cali but I met Bob when he was there for some conference thingy. I was working there as a waitress and when I touched his hand I just knew that our chi matched … so two weeks later here I am.” Alexis rambled on while we stood in the doorway.

At first I thought to myself that this young lady was a complete space cadet, but the more she talked the more I started to like her. She was wild, fun and totally different than all the boring ladies I had been around before.

“Oh, like wow, where are my manners? Would you like to come in?” she finally asked me.

“That would be lovely,” I replied.

Alexis led me through the house and straight to the backyard, forgoing the normally predictable house tour, and took me to a small table by the pool. Once we got there she untied her robe and let it fall to the ground. She was wearing a very small blue bikini that barely covered her well-toned tanned body.

“Isn’t this totally bitching?” Alexis asked me.

I blushed from her remarked and almost nude body, but enjoyed her openness and said, “Yes, it is very nice pool.”

“So what do you want to drink? I have rum, beer, Jack, Jim, I have pretty much a full bar,” she asked.

Again, I was taken aback by Alexis. Every tea party I had been to there had, well, there had been tea, but we had everything but tea.

“Do you have any wine?” I finally asked.

Alexis put her hand on her hips and opened her mouth in disbelief and said, “Wine? You really need to relax more girlfriend. I’ll tell you what, I’ll make you a killer drink I use to make in Cali, you’ll totally love it!”

Before I could protest, Alexis left the table and went to the pool bar to make the concoction. I sat there waiting both nervously and a little excited. This was the first time in a long time that I had felt this way.

Alexis returned to the table with two large glasses filled with a pink slushy liquid in them and placed one of them in front of me.

“Now be careful, the first sip will make your lips tingle, and then the second sip will make your clit stand at attention,” Alexis said laughing.

I was a little shocked at first by what Alexis said, but then I chuckled and said, “Well it has been a while since my little sailor has reported for duty, I’m afraid he is lost at sea.” Then I took a deep draw of the drink she gave me.

She laughed and said, “You southern people say the funniest things. I think it’s so cute!”

“Well my dear, we southern belles don’t discuss about such things in the open in such colorful terms so we come up with little euphemism,” I informed her.

Looking over her glass, Alexis looked confused.

“My dear, a euphemism is the substitution of a mild, indirect, or vague expression for one thought to be offensive, harsh, or blunt.” I said.

“Huh?” She said with a puzzled look.

Although she was very pretty, I was beginning to find out she wasn’t very bright but she was still far more entertaining than the spinsters I’d been spending time with.

“For example, you would say that Bob has a nice hickory stick instead of a big, as you might say, cock,” I said.

“Oh…now I get it!” she said exultantly. There was a twinkle in her eye. “And let me tell you, his ‘hickory stick’ is more like a hickory stump that gets buried deep in my field every night he’s home.”

I laughed and almost blew the cold drink out my nose when Alexis told me about Bob’s manhood.

“Yes dear, that is how we here in the south use euphemism.” I said as I used my napkin to clean my blouse off.

“Oh no, you got your drink all over yourself. I’ll tell you what, why don’t you go up to my room and put on one of my bikinis and we can go for a swim? Then you can tell me all about these ‘euphemisms’,” Alexis said.

I reluctantly agreed and followed her to her bedroom. She gave me one of her red bikinis and left me alone so I could change into it.

It was a small number that had a T-back bottom and the top just covered my breast.

Looking into the full length mirror in the corner of the room I realized how good I looked in it.

The ladies of the social circle I normally associated with would never wear something like a bikini, not that half of them could fit their fat bodies into one anyway.

I went back to the pool where Alexis was, and she was waiting for me with another concoction in her hand.

“Wow, like you look so totally hot! I could so totally eat you!” Alexis said as she handed me the drink.

Blushing I thanked her and slid into the cool pool.

We spent most of the afternoon in and out of the pool, drinking way too much and talking about her life in California.

It was late in the afternoon and we were reclining on lounge chairs talking about how she was going to be a rock star and then an actress, but found out she couldn’t sing or play an instrument so she went off to be an actress.

She did a couple of commercials but never landed any roles on television. She did say, however, she done a couple of adult movies but she didn’t like having control of the creative aspect of the films so she quit.

“The sex was great but that’s all. It was, just sex you know? I wanted something more to the movie. I wanted my movies to be the next Hamlet, you know what I mean?” Alexis asked.

Not knowing for sure how a porno movie would be compared to the works of the great Bard, I simply nodded my head in an up and down motion.

“So, when was the last time you had sex?” Alexis asked out of the blue.

Maybe it was all the drinks I had or maybe some of her free-thinking had started to rub off of me but I said, “My dear, we don’t ask questions like that here in the civilized south. Instead we ask things like, when was the last time you saw Old man Johnson or gone sailing. Anyway, it has been about five months now.”

“You mean you haven’t had sex…I mean had a cruise in five months!? See I’m learning,” she said laughing.

“I see that, my dear,” I said in a reassuring toned. “Well the captain of the ship can’t seem to get the anchor up and he refuses to go into the dry dock to get it check out.”

Alexis looked down at her glass and took a sip. She thought for a long time. I knew her little brain was struggling to think of something to say. Then a big grin came over her face.

“Well why don’t you have the first mate take the ship out without the captain?” she asked while she wiggled her fingers at me.

I showed my fingers back at Alexis. “My first mate is a little too short to reach the bowels of the ship where all the important gearing is at,” I replied.

“Oh…” she said. But she quickly had a thought and said, “I think my Chief Engineer can handle that! Stay right there!”

She ran off towards the house. She came back almost as fast as she left with a small purple velvet bag in her hand. She plopped herself on the chair and retrieved two smooth plastic vibrators, one black and one red.

“Martha, I would like you to meet Chief Engineer Blackie and Chief Engineer Ready.” She said as she handed me the red vibrator.

“Wha…?”

Before I knew it, Alexis had already lain down on her lounge chair and removed her bikini bottom. Turning her head to face me, Alexis said, “Look if the captain won’t take you on a cruise there isn’t any reason you can’t enjoy the sea, right?”

I thought about how long it had been since my pussy had been touched and I couldn’t remembered the last time I had an orgasm.

I looked back at Alexis, “You know, you are absolutely right! I need to go sailing and I want to feel some choppy seas!” I said delightedly.

I removed my bottoms and turned on “Chief Engineer Ready”.

Spreading my legs slightly I lowered the vibrating toy between my legs and placed it against my clit.

The shock of the vibrations pulsating against my clit took my breath away and made my toes curl immediately.

“Oh my dear, I think I see a storm brewing on the horizon!” I said to Alexis.

“Yea, and like, we might get flooded from a tsunami if we’re not careful,” she said in shuddering words.

I rubbed Alexis’ toy up and down my pussy, allowing my pussy juices to cover it. My pussy was begging to be filled by the fake cock so I didn’t wait and plugged it deep inside myself.

I kept my eyes closed so I could concentrate on feeling every inch of the ‘engineer’ probing deep inside and I began to slip into my fantasy.

My mind wandered as I thought about what it would be like to have Tyron, my black pool man, have his thick cock inside of my pussy. I imagined him on top of me with my legs wrapped around his muscular body, watching my pussy being stretched by him.

Deeper in my mind I could see his black cock shinnying in the sun, covered in my pussy’s nectar, by our pool. As my limp dick husband sat off to the side and watched.

I would look to my husband as if to say, “This is how a real man fucks a woman, with a big long cock!”

As I fucked myself harder with Alexis’ toy, I felt something I hadn’t felt in a long time. My pussy began to leak and juices poured out of me and onto the lounge chair I was laying on.

My gooey pussy cream was hot and poured out of me like never before. It coated Alexis’ vibrator, the crack of my ass and the lounge chair.

“Oh my god, I think there is a hurricane a coming!” I yelled out.

“I’m so riding a gnarly wave myself!” Alexis cried back.

Not wanting to lose the moment I went back to Tyrone in my mind.

He had me on my hands and knees, facing my husband, and was fucking me from behind. His cock slammed hard inside of me making my ass slap against him and my breast sway back and forth hard.

“Watch Tyrone fuck this white bitch, you bastard! Watch his big cock split my pussy lips wide open!” I screamed at my useless husband in my mind.

I could almost feel his cock push against my cervix and his big balls brush my clit and it drove me wild with lust, something my small dick husband could never do.

Tyrone fucked me deep and hard and began to cum. His load was hot and thick, filling my pussy so completely that I couldn’t hold it all and it poured out of me.

While I fantasized of Tyrone’s cock filling me, I felt my clit tingle and my pussy quiver, I knew I was going to cum soon!

“Oh…dear…god…I think the ship is…going…down!” I screamed aloud.

My pussy convulsed uncontrollably and I shoved the vibrator as deep as I possibly could inside of myself. While I fucked myself a flood of my own juice squirted out of me, soaking my hand and chair.

“Oh… bummer, I just… wiped out!” I heard Alexis cried out as I saw her body shaking from her own orgasm.

I watched Alexis shake for a moment then I closed my eyes to bask in the wonderful moment I just had, when I heard Alexis lounge chair shift.

“You know, like, they say that the eye of the storm is the calm part and stuff. It’s the other half of the storm that does the most of the damage, you know?” She said.

For I moment I kind of felt like Alexis and said, “Huh?”

“I think that you need to batten the hatches, because I think the hurricane isn’t over yet,” she said.

I felt her fingers slide my bikini top to the side exposing my nipples to the warm Georgia summer air then was replaced by her wet hot mouth. I had left my sensibilities back in my fantasies with Tyrone and grabbed the back of her head, feeding her my erect nipple.

“I think your right. I feel the humidity rising south of the equator which is a sure sign of a violent storm coming,” I said.

Alexis sucked on my nipple causing it to grow harder than it was already. She teased it with her teeth and ran her hand slowly down my body until she reached my soaking pussy.

“By the barometric pressure gauge, I think it is going to be a strong storm to,” she said as she slipped her pussy coated fingers into my mouth.

I greedily licked her fingers clean, tasting my own pussy for the first time and I wanted more.

For the first time in my life I wasn’t a proper socialite and I wasn’t worried if I was using the right fork or if my lipstick was on just right so some stupid old hag could judge me base on my graces. I was becoming dirty and I loved it.

“Enough of this bullshit and eat my pussy!” I demanded.

She quickly moved from my side and positioned herself between my legs, spreading them so she could get at my swollen clit. I placed my legs up on the arm rests of the lounger and looked down my body. I could see Alexis’ pretty face between my legs and her tongue parted her red lips.

She lowered her head and I could feel her hot breath wash over my pussy. That feeling alone almost made me cum again, but when she split my pussy lips with her tongue and ran it up to my throbbing clit I almost passed out.

“Holy fuck!” I cried from Alexis’ talented tongue. Never in my life have I had anyone eat my pussy so good. Not my husband, not my boyfriends in college, not anyone and it was fantastic.

She used the tip of her tongue to trace around my clit at first and then she began to suck on it like it was a little cock. But what really drove me over the edge was when she used both her tongue and teeth and flicked at my clit without mercy.

My pussy oozed more and more fluid which leaked onto my virgin ass hole, which gave all the lube that Alexis need to place her slender finger inside of it.

“So much for being proper, huh bitch?” Alexis asked me.

“Fuck you, and fuck being proper!” I said as I began to rock my hips to fuck Alexis’ finger.

Alexis went back to devouring my pussy and was meeting each thrust of my hips with her hand, shoving her finger deep inside of my ass, fucking me hard. With her free hand Alexis had picked up the vibrator that I had used earlier and pushed it deep into my cock hungry pussy and was moving it in and out of me fast and hard.

“You like to be fucked, don’t you slut?” She asked me.

“God, yes I love being fucked!” I screamed.

“You want a big cock pounding your pussy, don’t you?” She asked again.

I screamed aloud that my husband had a small useless cock and I so badly wanted to be fucked and be treated like a whore.

Alexis went back to eating my pussy while she fucked me with her vibrator. I could feel my pussy become wetter and the same tingling sensation started to build in my clit again, I knew I was going to cum again.

“Oh…fuck I’m going to cum!” I yelled.

Breaking away from her pussy kiss, Alexis said, “That’s it slut, fucking cum for me! Let me taste you!” Then she went back to eating my pussy.

Her talented tongue flicked my clit and her toy drove deep into my pussy causing it to spurt a torrent of sticky cum. My finger tips dug deeply into the arm rests of the lounge chair and my legs wrapped tightly around the back of Alexis’ head, almost suffocating the poor girl to death. I released my grip on Alexis and lay there in the lounger shaking, alive for the first time in my life. Alexis kissed her way up my body and then softly on my lips.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

I wrapped my arms around her smooth body and said, “I’m better than okay, I just survived a hurricane.”

Alexis smiled and said, “I’m no hurricane, I’m more of a tropical storm. Bob should be home in thirty minutes, and, like, then you will see a hurricane!”

Like I said earlier, Alexis isn’t very bright or well mannered, but she is far from a lair. When Bob came home we both met him at the door wearing matching purple corsets and black seam stockings.

Let’s just say that “Hurricane Bob” was a powerful storm that tore up the shore line, caused major power outages, and left both Alexis and I high and dry.

Since “Hurricane Bob,” I left my husband and I go sailing with Alexis and Bob almost every day. You know how much I love stormy seas.

The End

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Some little blue pills add a new twist to farm chores

The chime of the doorbell harkened the arrival of Mr. Mitchell, our neighbor from down the road a ways. The Mitchells were retired, but still ran a small hobby farm with several acres of corn and potatoes, a few cows, and a small herd of goats.

“Hey Bill, how ya doing?” Daddy inquired as he opened the door.

“Fine, just dandy,” Bill replied, accepting the offer of a friendly handshake from Dad. “In fact, the missus and I are headed off on vacation for ten days to Hawaii.”

Dad gave an appreciative whistle in reply. Bill continued, “We were hoping that your girls Natalie and Jenny could maybe look in on one of our goats for us. The rest of the herd can just graze in the pasture, but we recently got ourselves a buck, and that crazy billy is just pestering all the lady goats something fierce. We’re keeping him locked up in the barnyard, so he’ll be needing regular feeding and watering. We’ll be happy to pay the girls of course…

“Nonsense, no need to pay them,” Daddy interrupted. “Neighbors help neighbors. Besides, it will be good for the girls — teach ’em some responsibility.”

My sister Jenny glanced and me and rolled her eyes. I shook my head in annoyance. Daddy was always on the lookout for the opportunity to “teach us some responsibility”. Invariably, that translated to more chores with no money in our pocket. But as the conversation between Daddy and our retired neighbor came to close, the terms of our slave labor were finalized. With a wave, Daddy wished Mr. Mitchell a wonderful vacation.

The next morning, a sunny day in mid-July, Daddy headed out to work, pausing to once again go over the instructions for the care and feeding of “Harley”, the Mitchell’s apparently cantankerous goat. Jenny and I nodded dutifully, promising to take our job seriously. Daddy’s truck roared to life and trailing a cloud of dust behind him on the gravel road, he was off for a day’s work on the construction site.

“So, you wanna go check in on Harley?” I inquired.

“Sure. I mean, how much trouble can one goat be?” Jenny shrugged with a dismissive tone. So we set off on the short walk down the county road to the Mitchell’s farm.

Arriving at the gate, the crunch of wheels on gravel behind us brought Mr. Bilkford, our local mailman to a stop. “Hello there, ladies,” he slurred in his signature slightly drunken tone. “You’re sure looking fine today.” He peered at us through his mirrored sunglasses, his gaze passing quickly over me to linger uncomfortably on my sister Jenny.

It was hard to blame him, I suppose. Jenny was a little heartbreaker and she knew it. She was decked out in an alluring white miniskirt with a shamefully high hemline. A well-timed breeze rippled the pleated material, revealing a peek at her skimpy purple panties, clinging tightly to the well formed curves of her firm little rump. Mr. Bilkford’s eyes widened in appreciation at the tantalizing display. A cut-off “Stones” teeshirt exposed a daring amount of bare midriff and a belly-button ring. Her favorite pink Hello Kitty sneakers and lacy ankle socks didn’t really look appropriate for farmyard chores but definitely added to her “baby doll” look. She had already taken the time to tease her long blonde hair into luxurious curls and apply a delicate coating of eye-liner and a hint of lip gloss. Dangling feather earrings completed the ensemble, and she looked more like she was ready for the harvest dance than a morning of caring for a barnyard beast.

Mr. Bilkford’s lecherous gaze apparently did not go unnoticed by my sister Jenny. A shy flush of red rose on her pretty cheeks and the small nubs of stiffening nipples perked the front of her thin, braless teeshirt. My sister was a flirt and she welcomed any and all attention. She giggled as he mumbled some ineffectual joke, slipping her index finger into her lips and swaying from side to side as she batted eyes at him.

By comparison, I suddenly felt conspicuously plain. I was dressed more sensibly for the task at hand, sporting a pair of tight and well-worn denim shorts, a comfortable plaid shirt, and hiking boots that could stand up to a bit of muck and abuse. My hair was bound up in a pony tail and tucked out through the back of my grimy John Deere baseball cap. On my better days, with my freckles and a bit of an upturned nose, I could pull off the “cute girl next door” look. But next to Jenny, I always felt scrawny and unpolished.

After Mr. Bilkford’s wandering eyes finally had taken in all there was to see of Jenny’s long trim legs, taut exposed tummy, and perky peeking nipples, he coughed and nervously rubbed his nose as he turned his thoughts back to more professional matters. Rummaging through the bins in his Jeep, he finally produced several letters and a small cardboard shipping box. The mailbox was just a few feet away, but he chose instead to hand the parcels over to Jenny, making no effort to conceal his efforts to steal a glimpse down the cleavage of her low-cut shirt as she stepped up to the vehicle to take possession of the mail. “See you ladies next time!” He cheerfully exclaimed, wheeling the delivery vehicle back out onto the county road and gunning the accelerator as he shot off to his next address.

Carrying the mail, Jenny led the way up to the barn, with me following behind. I couldn’t help but admire the enticing swivel of her hips as her firm, rounded rear wriggled so energetically under the confines of her short skirt. Once again the wind wafted up the hem of her skirt, giving me a brief glimpse at her panties. It was difficult to say for certain, but there may have been a small wet spot glistening in the crotch, courtesy of her teasing session with the mailman. I tried to banish such thoughts from my mind. I couldn’t explain it, but I always got a funny feeling in my tummy when I gazed at my sister. Something about her was mysteriously alluring, in a forbidden fruit sort of way.

We made our way through the small fenced barnyard and approached the weathered but well maintained wooden barn. Metal rollers creaked in protest as I slid the large door aside. Jenny placed the mail on an old wooden crate by the door and I peered into the gloom, finally finding a light switch to push back the shadows. A boisterous “Meeeeehhhhh!” greeted us and Harley the goat trotted out of a stall to see who had come to visit, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Wow!” Jenny gasped. “He’s a giant!” Harley was indeed a big boy. From the conversation between Daddy and Mr. Mitchell, Harley was a Boer goat, one of the largest breeds. With a height of almost four feet and a weight of 280 pounds, he was a muscular and formidable animal. He was mottled brown and white, with a long set of greyish-black horns that curled back and downward. The Mitchells obviously treated him as a pampered pet, as his coat was immaculately clean and brushed to a glistening sheen, and his hooves were well trimmed, rounded off and polished.

Jenny and I spent a few minutes getting to know our new charge, petting and scruffling Harley, much to his obvious tail-wagging delight. He paused for a moment, curiously sniffing the air, seeming to take particular interest in my sister. He turned a longing gaze to the female goats out of his reach in the separate pasture. Then, apparently feeling frisky, Harley bounded into the barnyard in a stiff-legged trot, off on important and inexplicable goat business. My sister and I set about our chores. There was fresh hay to be laid in the stall, a feed container to be refilled, and a water trough that needed topping off.

As we wrapped up our tasks, Jenny and I took a breather to stop and admire our accomplishments. From behind us, the quiet sound of cardboard tearing and a crunching noise drew us from our reverie. We turned, and Jenny’s hand flew to her mouth in shock. “Harley! No!” My sister’s exclamation went unheeded however as the curious goat continued to tear into the mail that Jenny had set aside. The letters were already a total loss, and Harley had shredded the cardboard box, crushing its contents underhoof. The misbehaving goat curiously tilted his head, then bent down, enthusiastically nibbling at something on the ground. He raised his head, jaws working, followed by a pronounced gulping motion.

Jenny and I rushed over. With an effort, we managed to muscle Harley away from the chewed and tattered contents of the mail. Jenny stooped down, scooping up the scattered debris of the letters and cardboard box. With a worried look she showed me an orange pill bottle with a popped off cap and a handful of small blue pills.

“Oh no!” I exclaimed in dismay. “Did Harley eat some? What are they?”

Jenny squinted, her lips moving as she tried to sound out the arcane medicinal language on the pill bottle’s torn and smeared label. “Era… Erecticillin” Jenny struggled to pronounce. I rose up on my toes, trying to peer over her shoulder as she struggled to decipher the instructions and side effects on the small container.

“Oh… Oh dear!” she breathed, her face taking on a slight blush of embarrassment.

“What? What?!” I urged.

“I think they’re like, you know… guy pills,” she replied in a hushed tone.

I looked at her, puzzled. She rolled her eyes in frustration. “They’re for guys, to make their… thing hard.” I gazed at her in bewilderment. “Their guy thing… their dick,” Jenny explained in an embarrassed whisper, pointing down at her groin.

My eyes grew wide in shock. “You mean their…” Jenny nodded.

We turned and looked at Harley with concern. “So… how many did he eat?” I stammered. Jenny looked at the bottle label. “It says there were thirty, but I can only find about…” she paused to count the tablets in her hand. “Twenty seven. So he ate like three, I guess… maybe.”

“Is that bad?” I replied, chewing my lip nervously. “I mean, what can happen?”

Jenny turned her attention back to the label, reading out loud. “Side effects can include shortness of breath, blurred vision, stroke, irregular heartbeat, and death. If erection persists for more than four hours, seek medical assistance.”

“Death?” I blurted in horror. “We have to do something!”

“Like what?” Jenny chastised in response. “It’s not like we can call an ambulance and tell them we have a goat that munched a bunch of dick pills!”

I frowned, unable to find a flaw in her logic. “Maybe the pills don’t work on goats?” I offered in desperation.

My sister and I turned once again to look at Harley, holding our breath with anticipation. Harley caught our gaze, giving us his full attention. Once again he sniffed the air with curiosity. He snorted and pawed the ground, seeming agitated. He shook his head, issuing a loud bleat. Then, as we watched, Harley’s dick slowly began to extend and swell, protruding ever longer under his furry belly as it grew. Suddenly, in a frenzy, the powerful goat raced frantically around the barnyard enclosure, turning several laps before he finally skidded to a halt, his flanks heaving with exertion.

Jenny’s hand flew to her mouth, stifling a girlish squeak of alarm. “He’s huge!” she gasped, extending a trembling finger in the direction of Harley’s throbbing erection. Even without Jenny’s helpful pointing, the beast’s massive swollen cock was impossible to overlook. Like Harley’s fur, his enormous cock was a myriad of fleshy colors, patterns of pink and white and black. Its size was alarming, as long and thick as a wine bottle. As we watched, the ominous organ twitched and seemed to add another straining inch to its impressive length. A shimmering drop of syrupy fluid oozed from the tip, glistening in the morning sun as it trailed slowly downward to form a sticky, dangling strand. Harley sniffed the air, then bent down and nibbled at a stray bit of hay, eyeing us with interest.

“Maybe the pills will just wear off in a bit?” I suggested, my voice holding little to no conviction.

Jenny swallowed nervously and nodded. “Let’s finish the chores and then we can see how he’s doing,” she suggested, struggling to maintain a positive tone. We turned, and Jenny bent over to pick up a final scrap of a well-chewed envelope that might have started its life as a phone bill. The hem of her short skirt rose up high on her hips. A rushing clomp of hooves was our only warning of Harley’s thunderous approach. Apparently Jenny’s posture, bent over and her hips swaying, had attracted the goat’s attention. Her snug little purple panties, pulled tight over her firm and alluring backside was just the target the mischievous goat needed.

I tried to shout a warning, but was too late. Head lowered, Harley crashed headfirst into Jenny’s saucy little rump, butting her soundly and sending her stumbling forward. She shrieked, more out of indignant surprise than actual injury, but Harley paid no heed. Jenny regained her balance but Harley, head lowered, charged again, once more smacking her soundly on her quivering rump. Feet flailing, my sister fell against the barnyard’s split rail fence, almost teetering over the top before she regained her balance in a most unladylike position with her legs spread wide.

The excited goat poked his furry snout under the short hem of Jenny’s skirt.

With a quick and precise motion, Harley clamped his teeth down on the waistband of Jenny’s panties, tugging back with all his might. Jenny squawked in surprise as the panties strained, pulling out tight into a quivering band that dug deep into her crotch, exposing her flesh pussy lips on either side of the taut material. Jenny reached in desperation, grasping at her panties in an attempt to retain some hint of modesty. But her efforts were in vain. A tearing sound arose, lace and delicate threads snapping in rapid succession as the skimpy undergarment gave way. Harley thrashed his head, powerful neck muscles flexing. It was all over for my sister’s purple panties. The waistband split and the hem around her right leg snapped. Harley retreated, the lion’s share of Jenny’s panties dangling from his mouth. My sister only retained a purple band of frayed cloth around her left upper thigh, looking like a stripper’s garter belt after a hard night on the town.

Harley began to munch, chewing aggressively, the remnants of my sister’s panties rapidly disappearing into his grinding jaws. “Harley! Stop!” I exclaimed, rushing to prevent the goat from completely devouring the lacy undies. Jenny remained draped over the fence rail, gasping to catch her breath from the unexpected impact. I grabbed the dangling fringes still outside Harley’s furry jowls with one hand and his horns with the other, struggling to hold him still.

The battle seemed hopeless as bite by bite, the stubborn goat chewed down the apparently tasty treat. Then I suddenly stumbled backwards, surprised to find my sister’s mangled panties in my hands. Harley snorted, shook his head, then turned his attention back to Jenny. He reared up, and came down on top of Jenny, the old wooden fence rattling as his front hooves planted on the top rail on each side of her shoulders. The goat thrust his furry haunches forward. Jenny shrieked in shock. She thrashed, muscles quivering as she tried to push back off the fence. She was no match for Harley’s weight and strength. My fingers flew to my lips in shock. The goat adjusted his stance and once again his powerful haunches thrust. Over Jenny’s howl of protest, a wet slurping sound arose. Harley’s massive prick nosed into my sister’s tight little pussy and in a slow but relentless motion buried half the length of his cock into my sister’s clutching pink embrace.

Harley jostled his back hooves, then pulled up tight with his front hooves, securely pinning Jenny to the fence. He wriggled his rear, his stubby tail lashing with excitment, and lunged forward. Jenny squealed as the full length of his enormous goat cock pressed relentlessly into my sister’s defenseless little twat. Fully sheathed, Harley held his position, the powerful muscles in his haunches rippling with anticipation as Jenny’s clutching snatch quivered, straining to accommodate the alarming invasion of the goat’s relentlessly throbbing prick.

With a lewd sucking sound, Harley slowly drew back, inch after fleshy inch of his prick retreating from Jenny’s snug vaginal grasp. Her pussy lips distended outward, clutching greedily at Harley’s thick cock, depositing a glistening shimmer of slippery twat juice onto the fleshy shaft. Drawing back nearly the full length of his prick, the goat paused, shimmering droplets of pussy lube dripping off his cock. Then Harley surged forward once again. The old wooden fence vibrated under the impact, banging noisily against its rusty mount on the barn wall with a loud clatter. Jenny gasped, her pussy bulging as the randy goat mercilessly pounded his prick in deep. A wet slap sounded as Harley’s swinging balls smacked up hard against my sister’s naked twat. She groaned, her fingers turning white as she clutched the fence rail in desperation. In a barely perceptible motion, Jenny’s hips slowly rolled in a sensuous circle, grinding her naked ass against Harley’s furry haunches.

Harley bleated a victory cheer, feeling Jenny squirming underneath him. He withdrew his plundering prick, trailing shimmering strands of my sister’s natural pussy lube, spanning from her bulging cunt mound back to Harley’s large and wrinkled nut sack. With an animalist grunt of effort, Harley’s muscles flexed and he thrust forward. Jenny issued a lustful sob of delight, bucking her hips back to meet the beast’s forward motion. Harley bottomed out and Jenny whimpered, her naked upper thighs quivering. The goat immediately reversed out of that wonderfully snug twat, then hammered back in, goat and girl falling into a relentless fucking rhythm. The rails of the old barn fence creaked and clattered in a steady chatter, not quite drowning out Jenny’s growing cries of passionate enthusiasm.

Suddenly my sister shrieked, her lithe body convulsing with growing orgasmic pleasure as she thrashed violently underneath the fuck-crazed goat. Harley’s pulsing prick slipped from the lustful grip of Jenny’s trembling pussy, snapping up tight against his furry belly. The goat continued to rapidly thrust, his slippery pick skimming along the bare skin of Jenny’s back. “No, no, no, no…” she gasped, her voice ragged with desperation. Her hips twitched erratically, urgently seeking the completion of the powerful orgasm that the removal of Harley’s pounding cock rod has so cruelly interrupted. “Please…” she begged, her chest heaving in deep, uneven breaths, “Nats, please… put him back in!”

I blinked, her shameless pleading rousing me from the hypnotic trance of the obscene spectacle playing out before me. I took a tentative step forward, not entirely sure what I could do assist my sister in her newfound enthusiasm for goat fucking. I dropped to my knees next to Harley’s left rear leg, looking up to assess the situation. The goat’s furry haunches bucked and twisted, repeated thrusting his dripping wet cock up along Jenny’s lower back. Her ravished pussy lips were gaping and puffy, blushing pink with sexual arousal. With a trembling motion I reached up and closed the fingers of my right hand onto Harley’s pistoning cock shaft, unable to fully wrap my digits around the entire girth. The slippery slab of cock meat skimmed back and forth through my grasp and Harley bleated with delight as he once again felt a tight embrace applying a delightful friction to his sensitive flesh. The well lubricated cock shaft slipped from my grasp and Jenny moaned in frustration at the delay. “Hurry!” she urged, feverishly craving the sensation of that massive prick buried back in her greedy little cunt.

I chewed on my lower lip in concentration, once again snagging a tenuous grip on Harley’s rampaging cock shaft. With my left hand I tugged the hem of Jenny’s skirt up out of the way. Staining, I pushed and pulled, bracing my shoulder against Harley’s left haunch while trying to bend his rigid prick enough to put it back on path with my sister’s eager cunt. Harley, seeming to sense that assistance was literally at hand, paused his relentless thrusting and allowed me to lever his throbbing cock shaft downward. A shiver of expectation quivered through his muscular flank as I managed to coax a slight bend into to his massive prick, slowly dragging the oozing tip of his fuck stick down into the crack of Jenny’s ass.

Harley’s cock eased into the soft, inviting cleft between Jenny’s firm rump cheeks. Liking the feel of that, the goat bucked his haunches. The well-lubricated cock shaft slipped from my clutching fingers and nosed further downward, seeking the loving embrace of Jenny’s succulent cunt. But before reaching that sensuous target, it nestled into the inviting dimple of Jenny’s puckered little anus. My sister’s head snapped up and she turned a wide-eyed gaze back towards me. The fence rail creaked as Harley’s front legs strained, pulling the beast forward.

“Oh… my… god…” Jenny groaned, “He’s going to do me up the ass!” I stared, opened-mouthed in horror at what I had set in motion. But as I watched, Jenny spread her feet into a wider stance and curved her back in a downward curve, presenting her firm, curvy rump in a very submissive manner. Her hips did a slow, alluring roll, suggesting that Jenny wasn’t all that opposed to the notion of getting goat-fucked in her hot little shitter.

Harley snorted and put more effort into a hard push. My sister sobbed, perhaps feeling the last of her girlish dignity erode as the massive goat cock applied a relentlessly growing pressure against the tight pucker of her anus. “Wait, no… it’s… it’s too big!” Jenny whimpered in protest. But the trembling resistance of her protectively clenched rectal portal was already beginning to falter. There was no turning the determined barnyard beast off his single-minded purpose now. Jenny’s panicked breaths came in short, rapid surges. But as the fleshy tip of Harley’s rigid cock pleasured tender flesh of my sister’s taut little butthole, her natural female urges took control. Her hips wriggled back and forth as a quiet mewl of sexual submission slipped from her lips. The tip of Harley’s fat prick pressed deeper, squeezing its way ever so slowly past the quivering, tightly puckered resistance of Jenny’s steamy rectum. Her snug little anal rosebud finally relented, giving in to her natural girlish urge to take a massive cock up the ass. In a long, steady stroke that seemed to take well over a minute, the goat slowly plowed the full length of his slippery cock into my sister’s grateful bowels.

Jenny blubbered with mindless delight as her virgin ass was bored out to its farthest depths. A bit of drool trailed unheeded from her open mouth as she clutched the fence rail with trembling arms to maintain her balance. Her knees buckled for a moment as the passion overcame her. Muscles quivering, he drew herself back upright. Daring to take a hand off the supporting fence rail for a moment, she brushed her blonde hair back over one ear and looked back over her shoulder with a longing, lustful gaze. Then she faced back forward and gripped the fence rail, taking a deep breath, trembling and anxiously anticipating the savage anal plundering that was about to unfold.

Harley tossed his head and snorted, his back hooves shifting as he readied himself for the attack. He pulled back fast and rough, all but the very tip of his massive prick pulling free of the little blonde’s quivering anus. The tender flesh of her puckered rectum bulged in response to the lengthy outstroke, only reluctantly giving up its loving grasp on the enormous cock shaft. Jenny moaned. “Please… be gentle, Harley,” she pleaded with a tremble in her voice.

The goat rewarded her pleas with a powerful forward lunge that buried every last inch of his veiny prick in her ass. A wet slap of goat balls on her creamy rump cheeks gave verbal punctuation to the motion. Jenny issued a lustful howl of delight that trailed off into a sob as the burning flesh on flesh friction spread through her bowels. “Yes! she hissed, her body trembling with delight.

Harley drew back. Jenny’s butt cheeks clenched, internal and external muscles flexing as she clamped down tight on the goat’s retreating cock. His backward motion slowed for a moment. Then with a forceful yank, he withdrew to nearly the full length, his throbbing prick ready for yet another punishing fuck-thrust. A sheen of sweat glistened on Jenny’s naked back and inner thighs, attesting to the effort she put into enhancing her beastly lover’s pleasure.

The beast surged forward and Jenny’s hips eagerly thrust back in perfect timing. Harley bottomed out with a fleshy slap. My sister teeth clicked under the impact and she grunted in lustful appreciation, her trim thighs once again starting to tremble as her previously interrupted orgasm resumed its increasing simmer. The goat stroked back and the little blonde cooed with delight as the creature reversed direction and forcefully slammed his cock home. Once again girl and goat found their mutual rhythm, furry goat haunches and firm female rump flesh cycling in a perfectly timed choreography of beastly butt fucking.

The old fence rail rattled in time with Harley’s powerful ass-plundering fuck strokes. Finally the old rusty hardware attached to the barn wall could take no more. With a clunk and a clatter, the top rail of the fence broke free and tumbled to the ground. Deprived of the wooden support, Jenny and Harley sprawled forward. With a distinct “oomphf!” that knocked the breath from her lungs, Jenny came down on the remaining middle rail of the fence, catching herself on her hands and knees, sprawled helpless across the top of the rail. Harley never missed an ass-fucking stroke, nimbly planting his front hooves harmlessly on the ground on either side of Jenny’s outstretched hands. Recovering quickly, the cute blonde rolled her perky little ass upward to receive Harley’s downward lunge. With a wet slurp the goat’s rampaging cock once again spiked mercilessly into my sister’s quivering rectum and she moaned in appreciation.

Now positioned over the defenseless girl, Harley could bring the full might of his muscular 280 pounds to bear. Flexing his legs slightly, the goat absolutely went to work, reaming Jenny’s hot little shit socket. Jenny squirmed as her entire body began to quiver. Each rough rectal fuck thrust drew a sensual gasp from her lips and her pussy gaped shamelessly, oozing a steady trickle of vaginal fluids. She shrieked as her orgasm erupted, only the support of the fence rail keeping the squirming girl on her hands and knees as her hips bucked in the spastic grip of her rolling sexual convulsions.

Jenny’s ass contracted tight around Harley’s butt-fucking cock, muscular spasms rippling up and down the length of her bowels in a feverishly clutching grip on the goat’s gigantic dick. It was more than the poor beast could withstand. Harley buried his cock balls-deep in Jenny’s sweet little bunghole and raised his head in a bleat of victory. His nutsack contracted in a series of frantic motions. His cock swelled to even larger proportions as a volcanic eruption of steaming goat cum blasted down the barrel of his fleshy shaft.

Jenny howled with lust, feeling the scalding load of cum blast deep into her guts. Her orgasm intensified and her hips churned in an erotic dance with a massive, cum speweing goat cock stuffed deep into her trembling rectal fuck sleeve. A gush of girl cum flooded from her gaping twat, oozing like sticky syrup down the inside of her thighs. A second orgasmic wave followed hot on the heels of the first and her eyes rolled back in her sockets as a mind numbing anal orgasm shivered its way through her well reamed shitter.

Harley blew load after steaming load of goat cum deep into my sister’s eager asshole. His aching balls contracted again and again, launching surge after surge of thick sticky semen into the farthest recesses of the girl’s convulsing guts. Her tummy swelled as the goat relentlessly pumped her full to overflowing. Jenny squirmed, feeling the pressure build. Finally the tightly clenched seal of her tender anus around the base of Harley’s cock began to seep, a slow steady ooze of goat cum running out in rivulets, joining with the seemingly unending gush of orgasmic pussy sauce streaming down her trembling thighs.

Flanks heaving as the goat fought to catch his breath, Harley finished off with a few final ass-fucking thrusts, savoring the sensation of Jenny’s clutching rectal embrace milking the final dregs of cum from his prick. My sister’s upturned rump cheeks quivered with the dwindling after-shudders of her orgasm. The heated friction of Harley’s withdrawing cock shaft rekindled a few remaining embers of or orgasmic tremors and she twitched and jerked numbly as the goat finally managed to pull his softening dick free of her feebly clutching rectal embrace. He snorted with satisfaction and trotted off to a pile of fresh hay where he collapsed, still eyeing Jenny’s upturned, cum-drooling rump with a lustful gaze of appreciation.

Panting for breath and drenched in a sheen of perspiration, Jenny simply swayed on her hands and knees, draped across the fence rail, lost on a fog of post-orgasmic pleasure. There is an unmistakable look of stunned satisfaction a girl has when she has been fucked up the ass beyond any limits she imagined possible. My sister was blissfully wearing that look to the extreme, with a glazed sheen to her eyes and a Mona Lisa smile of fulfillment.

Almost as if in a dream, I saw my right hand extend out, pause with uncertainty, and then gently caress Jenny’s naked ass cheek. She sighed in response. My fingers trailed downward, teasing the muscular crease at the interface between her rump and thigh, giving that firm, fleshy pillow of ass cheek a loving squeeze. Jenny turned her head back towards me and performed her signature flirty move of brushing her shimmering hair back over one ear. Then she turned and faced forward again without a word of protest. Emboldened, I shamelessly stared at her upturned rump, the cleft of her butt cheeks open due to the wide stance of her spread knees. Her ruffled pussy lips glistened with wetness and the gaping orifice of her plundered asshole showed no inclination of tightening up anytime soon, continuing to drain a steady trickle of goat cum from that well-fucked little rectum.

I sniffed, the heady scent of cunt in heat and a steamy load of cum enticing my senses. I licked my lips, my attention drawn to a slow oozing trickle of sticky semen from her ass. Her gaping rectum puckered in and out in a minor spasm, almost as if it could read my intentions, beckoning me. My heart pounding, I dared to lean forward, placing my lips on Jenny’s naked ass cheek, caressing it with a tentative kiss. She flinched in surprise, but offered no objection. I let my tongue slip out between my lips, tracing a wet trail across Jenny’s creamy backside. She quivered in response, pushing herself up off her lazy position draped across the fence rail and firmly onto her hands and knees.

I drew my lips and flickering tongue towards the deep cleft of her butt, my oral senses coming alive as my taste buds found stray splatters of warm goat cum misted across the creamy flesh of her rump. I let my tongue slip into the crack of her ass, teasing the tender flesh right at the base of her spine. I slowly trailed downward, my lips and tongue nuzzling ever deeper between her cheeks. I brought both hands into play, grasping a firm ass cheek in each hand and tugging them apart. “Oh god…” Jenny moaned in a trembling voice, a strong blush rising in her face as she felt her most intimate parts shamelessly exposed to my intent gaze.

With my face buried in the crack of Jenny’s ass, I let the fingers of my right hand slip down to her inner thigh, finding the soft flesh warm and slippery with a generous mixture of goat and girl cum. I eased upward, sliding my way towards her pussy. Never before had there been anything but normal sisterly affection between us, but now, with my face cradled between the succulent cheeks of her naked ass, slipping a finger into her dripping pussy no longer seemed forbidden. Jenny sighed as I eased my middle finger into the velvety folds of her twat, feeling the fleshy embrace tighten down instinctively. I drew back and added my index finger, slipping both inside her to the third knuckle.

Jenny wriggled her upturned rump. “Kiss it!” she urged, her voice husky with sexual urgency. My heart skipped a beat, unsure of what she meant. My hot breath washed through the crack of her ass and her cute little rectum puckered back and forth with anticipation. I swallowed nervously and took a chance, steeling myself against her possible squeal of protest and accusations of perversions. Closing my eyes as if that would ease the shame, I pressed my lips forward, gently placing a loving kiss on the crinkled flesh of my sister’s little anus. No hint of indignant protest arose, and Jenny issued a quiet purr of approval.

In the few moments that had transpired, Jenny’s well-reamed rectal pucker had begun to tighten down, restoring itself to a clenched little star-like crinkle. But at the touch of my lips, her anus fluttered, blossoming open to the merest nuzzling of my lips. I let my tongue slip out, teasing her intimate back passage, my tastebuds savoring the ambrosia taste of the goat cum in her ass. I slipped my oral digit into my sister’s pretty little shithole, my exploring tongue running around the rim of her anus, enticing her to further open herself to me.

My fingers meanwhile lavished attention on Jenny’s adorable pussy. I added a third finger, and soon a forth. She grunted as I pushed all four inside her, then wriggled her hips, offering no objection. My thumb teased the tender bridge of flesh between her pussy and asshole and she moaned. It seemed an impossible challenge, but I tucked my thumb in alongside my four fingers and once again began to push. The tightness of her pussy resisted and she hissed, her hips bucking up as she jerked away. But then she settled down, breathing heavily. “Fuck… Do it!” she urged in a shaky voice

Slowly rotating my wrist, I steadily applied pressure to her cunt. Meanwhile, my delving tongue slipped into Jenny’s cum-drenched asshole, probing deep as my lips sealed themselves onto the crinkled portal of her rectum in an obscene anal French kiss. My tongue fluttered, digging deeper as my sister’s anus rippled, embracing me in a loving rectal embrace that seemed determined to draw me ever deeper. The intoxicating remnants of Harley’s massive eruption of cum washed into my mouth, spiced with the musky flavor of my sister’s ass.

A final twist of my wrist forced the wide part of my hand past Jenny’s straining cunt lips and my balled up fist eased into the channel of her clutching cunt. I could feel her legs begin to tremble. I rolled my fist left and right, unrelenting on my forward pressure. Several inches of my forearm pressed into her straining twat. My balled up fingers pressed into her fleshy pink cavern, exploring uncharted realms. I drew back on my hand. Jenny’s pussy mound bulged, unwilling to relinquish its clutching embrace. I pressed forward and Jenny groaned. “More… deeper!” she urged, desperation obvious in her voice. Her soft pussy lips clenched down tight in a pre-orgasmic spasm, quivering around the midpoint of my forearm. Keeping up a steady action with my tongue and lips on her snug little shitter, I rolled my forearm, left, right, and left again, feeling the depths of her juicy cunt loosen in response.

I suppressed a grin of satisfaction as my lips were otherwise engaged, and pulled my hand in reverse. A wet squelching noise arose and my arm — coated wet with Jenny’s natural vaginal lube — pulled out, glistening. With a determined motion I surged forward. Jenny’s hips bucked and she shuddered. My fist eased up against the far limits of her cunt, my forearm fully buried to the elbow. My jaw aching, I pressed my lips tight against my sister’s quivering bunghole, straining to probe my flickering tongue as deep as possible.

Jenny squealed, a prolonged, drawn out howl of sexual release. Her rectum clenched down tight trapping my tongue deep her rectal portal, refusing to release. Convulsions rippled through her straining cunt, transmitting shivers of her orgasmic ecstasy through my fist and forearm. She bucked, thrashing like a wildcat, but with half of my arm socketed securely in her snatch, I held her firmly in control. A gush of pussy cum erupted from her twat, sheeting in sticky waves down her trembling thighs.

Finally, with a trembling shudder, the last of Jenny’s orgasm was wrung from her firm little body. Panting with exhaustion, she giggled with satisfaction. I slipped my tongue from her asshole, giving that wonderful rectal pucker a last parting lick and sensual kiss. I began to draw my fist from her now sloppy cunt. “No, please, leave it in me a while,” she begged demurely, and I was happy to comply.

Eventually we restored ourselves to some semblance of dignity. Jenny’s panties of course were a complete loss and with both smelled to high heaven of goat cum and wet, satisfied twat. A hot bath was in order, but first we had to repair the broken fence and make sure Harley was alright. The top fence rail was restored with a few well-placed nails and Harley’s gently rising and falling flanks indicated the goat was doing fine, enjoying a well deserved nap in the hay.

“That was amazing!” I whispered to Jenny, gazing lovingly into her eyes.

“Nine more days,” she replied with a smile. I blinked at her, not understanding. “The Mitchell’s vacation,” she explained with a smile. They’re going to be gone for another nine days. Tomorrow is your turn with Harley,” she promised, reaching into the pocket of her skirt and retrieving the orange pill bottle. A quick shake produced a rattle of penis wonder pills, twenty-seven left in our precious supply. I wide grin spread across my face, my anticipation for tomorrow’s farm chores already building.

EPILOG: Ten blue-pill-fueled, goat-fucking days later…

The chime of our doorbell once again announced the arrival of our neighbor, Mr. Mitchell, along with his wife, back from their trip to Hawaii. The happy couple gushed about their vacation, but also offered their thanks for Jenny and I for tending to their goat. “You girls must have done a fine job, because I’ve never seen that goat any happier!” Mrs. Mitchell assured us. “You’ll have to come over some time and share your secrets.”

Jenny and I both blushed fiercely and mumbled our assurances that Harley had been absolutely no trouble at all. Jenny added that we would be more than happy to take care of him whenever the Mitchells went out of town again.

“Curious thing though…” Mr. Mitchell mused, pausing as he turned to step off our porch. “You girls didn’t happen to find any of my mail did you? I had a couple of bills go missing and our postman is normally quite reliable. We finally got is sorted out, but you know with late payments and all…”

Jenny and I nervously looked at each other but managed to maintain our poker faces as we shrugged, denying any knowledge of the lost mail. “That’s a shame,” Daddy chimed in, “did anything else go missing?”

Mr. Mitchell shook his head. “Nothing of importance. There was a shipment of pills that went missing too, but…”

“Oh, Bill Mitchell! Mrs. Mitchell chastised with a playful slap on her husband’s arm. She turned to Daddy with a conspiratorial look and whispered, “Bill was in one of those medical studies where they give you pills to help with your… well, your… male performance. Not that he’s got any trouble in that department,” she assured him with a pat on his arm. “But we just got a letter in the mail today from the study group telling us that Bill was in the test control group. So those were nothing but useless sugar pills is what they were sending him. Completely worthless. Any reaction to those pills would have to be completely natural, ’cause those things certainly couldn’t do a thing.”

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Chuck and Brenda are engaged, Briana and Cary are looking for some hot fun.

“So what do you think?” Briana asked her younger brother “Are you happy about the marriage proposal?” Cary looked at her sister, and thought for a moment before answering “You know it means a complete new life for all of us.” he started “I mean, we will have our ‘Dad’” he said making quotation marks in the air. “We never really knew our real Dad, and from what Mom tells us we probably will never see him again, so I have to wrap my head around that first. And then there is this new thing, I mean I fucked my mother last night. That could get weird. I mean I love fucking you, but we are like, supposed to mess around, but this thing with fucking my own Mom and liking it. I mean that is just a little freaky on the surface.”

Briana listened intently. Her head cocked toward her brother in acknowledgement of his concerns. “Maybe you’re reading to much into this or maybe you’re over complicating things. I mean it’s just sex, I mean she fucked you, I fucked Chuck, Mom ate my pussy, it’s not like they asked us to drink blood and become vampires, or join a cult or anything. You and I have been sexually involved for over four years, since I was twelve. We are still involved, that hasn’t changed, and the fact that Mom and our soon to be ‘Dad’” Briana made the same gesture “have decided to become a more intimate part of our lives may be a really good thing.” She turned the car onto the street where the Taylor’s home was. “What I am happy about is that our Mom is happier than I have ever seen her, she smiles all the time, she sings, she fucking sings in the kitchen. When was the last time you heard Mom sing? She fucking sings.” Briana said to make her point. “Brud, let’s not fuck this up for her. She is my life and I love her so much and to see her happy like this is making my heart almost burst.” Cary saw a tear trickle down his sister’s cheek. “I know Babe.” He said. “It makes me feel the same way. I just hope it’s for real.”

Briana brushed away the tear, “Oh this guy is for real, all right. He is 23 carat bawt gold real. This is the nicest guy Mom ever met, so we, you and me, need to do everything we can to make this happen,” “Okay Sis,” Cary responded as he leaned over and kissed her on her cheek. ” Now let’s pull our selves together, on the other side of that door is much fucking fun.” she said and they both laughed at her Indian chief impersonation.

As they entered the foyer, they took off their clothes and folded them into the cubbies that lined the foyer wall. Briana noticed that several of the cubbies already contained clothing from people who were already there. Since her first visits as a curious seventh grader the Taylors had become noted for their sex parties and for allowing access to their home for orgies and other forms of sexual perversion. They had just about every thing one could want. Couples having clandestine affairs met there away from prying eyes and traceable hotel receipts. It was kind of a win-win for everybody. The Taylors received benefits, like the lease-free car in the driveway supplied by the dealer who met his secretary there every Wednesday, and the landscaping courtesy of the woman who owned and operated the business and met her Mexican lawn boy there. The Taylors had found ways to make their perversions pay dividends.

As Briana, now naked, went into the front parlor, she ran into a school friend Whitney. Whitney was the class chubby. She was a pretty girl with long blond hair who was always overweight from their elementary school days. She wasn’t grossly overweight, but today’s standards of sleek and slender made her the butt of many jokes. Briana knew that she seldom went to school social functions and never dated boys, so she told her about the Taylor’s home. Since she had told her, Whitney had found self confidence and esteem. At the Taylor’s there was always someone there she could find to have sex with her. She had not found a steady guy yet, but she was getting the sex she craved and now carried herself with more self assurance. “Hi, Sweetie” Briana said as she hugged her friend. Whitney was a year younger than Briana. “Who’s here tonight?” she asked. Briana was startled by the concerned look on Whit’s face. “Bri, I have my Mom with me.” Whit offered. “She has been so stressed lately and I know she hasn’t had sex for years, so I just came out and told her about this place.” “What did she say.?” Briana asked. “How did you even get up the nerve to tell her? I still haven’t told my Mom about this place.” Whitney was obviously agitated and nervous. “She is in there waiting for something to happen. Bri, she is so horny, if somebody doesn’t come ask her to fuck soon she is going to be devastated, I am so worried.” Briana looked at her younger brother. “Hey, Brud, wanna be a hero?” she said. Cary shrugged. “I’ll suck your cock a hundred times.” Whitney pleaded. “I’ll even let you fuck me in the ass, whatever you ask for, pleeeease.” she was desperately looking at Cary. Cary leaned forward and kissed the chubby girl on her succulent lips. “I’ll do it, but not out of pity, I want to make this the best night of her life.” Briana beamed with pride. “Isn’t he the best baby brother in the world?” she said to her friend. “Oh Cary, I love you so much.” Whitney said her new best friend. Cary walked through the door and saw the woman who looked like the future Whitney. The woman and the girl could have easily been mistaken for the other. Their stature, frame and hair color was almost identical. Their bodies were like mirror images. Whitney was thick in the middle and so was her Mom. Both women had large full breasts, and if there was a difference it was there. The mother’s breasts hung lower and were slightly heavier than the daughter’s. Cary walked through the door and said “Hi, are you waiting for someone?” “My daughter should be back soon.” she said. “Oh, who’s your daughter?” Cary played his role. “I’m Charlotte Cummings, Whitney Cummings’ Mom.” she said, “Do you know her?” Cary extended his hand politely offering to shake hers. “Yeah, I sure do, very pretty girl.” he said. “Oh, you know she doesn’t have a boyfriend?” the woman added. “That’s good to hear.” Cary said He noticed that Charlotte’s eyes had not left his erect and throbbing boner. “My you sure have a nice penis.” she said somewhat embarrassed by her statement. “Thanks, would you like to touch it?” Cary asked. Charlotte’s breath caught in her throat, she leaned forward and she took his hard cock into her hand. She stroked it, first gently, then with more ardor and excitement. “That really feels hard.” she said “Have you been fucking someone tonight?” With that Cary pushed her back onto the sofa and said “Only you.” He held her down as he kissed her on the lips, their mouths became a battlefield for their tongues each trying to out perry and thrust the other. Charlotte let out a deep sigh. She was overwhelmed with excitement. Her body quaked as she reached for his young cock. “Please put it in me.” she said pitifully. “I need it so badly.” Cary aligned his cock with her hairy pussy lips. He thrust forward and his cock head slipped out because her pussy was so tight and poorly lubricated. “Wait.” he said and dropped to his knees and buried his head into her bush. Instead of the smell and taste he was expecting he found a sweet fragrance, and an almost taste-free slit. His tongue dove into the crack and forced it open. Charlotte hissed as he ran his hard tongue deeper and deeper into this cavern of delight. He stroked his fingers into the fold forcing it open and loosening the lips that had for so long been celibate. He continued to lick, suck and finger fuck her until she was pumping her hips to a mind blowing orgasm. She screamed with pleasure as she reached the brink. Cary was like a man possessed. He continued to suck and tongue her slit until she was begging him to please fuck her. He came to his feet with a raging hard on which he buried into her now soaking quim with one thrust. Her scream this time was from pain instead of lust. Cary began pumping wildly into her. After the initial shock of the entry she began to feel the expanse of his cock inside her and realized that his cock was perfectly lodged against her g-spot. The pumping was driving her wild. She pumped in response to his movements and soon she was going over the waterfall of yet another hot orgasm. Cary was just getting started. He pumped into her as hard and fast as he had in the beginning. Charlotte was babbling incoherently as she was brought from one orgasm to the next. She had lost all reference to time and events. She was in her own little heaven feeling her pussy being slammed over and over again by a cock one year younger than her daughter. She pumped her hips to get the maximum pressure on her g-spot. She kissed Cary’s face, lips, shoulders and anything else her mouth could reach. She was in the ultimate zone. Her young lover was pumping her with abandon. When Cary neared his cum, he tensed and a low growling scream started in the bottom of his throat and finally erupted with his cock as he spilled his balls into this amazingly hot quasi virgin. They slumped together on the sofa. Charlotte was covering his face with sloppy wet kisses. She squeezed him with her arms and legs as she bundled him up like a prize from the county fair.

“Oh Sweetheart, I think I’m in love.” Charlotte said. “My little girl would sure love to have a boyfriend with a dick like yours.” she continued. Cary blushed with embarrassment. “Well, I have always liked her.” he stammered. “Oh Baby, I wish you could start to date her.” Cary pumped his cock which was regaining its hardness into her now sloshy pussy. She moaned as she felt her pussy tighten around his ample boner. “Do you want more?” she breathed with excitement. Cary answered by slam fucking her to several more hard orgasms as he reached his own second ball draining climax. They fell apart and Cary still breathing hard looked at his partner. She was what he would describe as a BBW, big beautiful woman. She was softly sculpted with wide hips with a soft belly that cushioned his thrusts. Her breasts were full pendulous globes that were crowned with swollen aureoles capped with hard nips that resembled pink gumdrops. Her complexion was fair, maybe even pale. Her hair was flaxen like her daughter’s, her pubic hair was black and thick. It was uncanny how similar she was to her daughter. Except for her breasts, she was a clone. Cary lay trying to regain his composure when Charlotte rolled him over and took his cock into her mouth. Cary started to protest, but her mouth was so wet and warm he lay back and allowed her to suck him hard again. She continued to suck him slowly and lovingly. This was her way of saying that she was in love with him. She wanted him to know that she was completely enamored with him, and with his cock. She wanted him to know that she would do any thing to make him love her. She sucked his cock not just for his pleasure but for hers. She was loving the feeling of this young man’s diamond hard dick. Cary was enjoying the attention he was receiving from this woman. He was reassessing his first opinion of her and her daughter. Earlier he had thought that they were sort of sad, but now he was thinking that he had never had a woman give so much of herself to make sure that he was happy and satisfied. He caressed the back of her bobbing head. She responded by sucking his cock hard causing him to jerk as she bit lightly on his shaft. He was beginning to fall in love.

Briana walked into the bedroom on the second floor. There she found two lesbians who were showing first timer Whitney girl sex. Whitney generally found older men who loved her soft curves and youthful body. They would spend a lot of time sucking her soft pussy. She sometimes rode them like a cowgirl, but preferred getting fucked doggy style. When younger guys fucked her they would just jump on and shoot their wad and move on to the next girl. She sort of hated young guys. These girls met her in the lounge and began kissing her all over. She liked the attention. Her nipples were hard almost instantly. The first girl, Anna, put three fingers into her very wet pussy, while the second girl, Rachel, tongue kissed her. They overwhelmed her with a full on frontal attack. She was soon on her back and at the mercy of their hot mouths and probing tongues. She was in ecstasy. She had cum twice and was well on her way to her third. Briana watched, fascinated with the precision and accuracy of the assault. These two women knew exactly which buttons to push to get exactly the reaction they wanted. When they finished, they both locked Whitney between their bodies and ground their sex into her. Whitney responded by moaning loudly. “Eat me bitch.” Anna growled to her new conquest, and Whitney lowered her head and began to eat her first pussy. She duplicated the attention that she had received from the women just minutes before, her tongue dipping deeply into Anna’s quim as she fingered her ass. Anna emitted a silent scream as she reached her orgasm primed by the probing fingers of Rachel while she sucked Whitney’s cunt. Rachel brought herself off with her fingers in her pussy and the three of them fell exhausted onto their backs. Briana swooped in and grabbed Whitney by the hand. “Come with me” she instructed as Whitney came to her feet and Briana stole her away from the two surprised lesbians.

They ran down the hall to the next bedroom where Babe and Beau Taylor sat naked in recliners reading porn magazines. “Hey, Briana, Whitney, nice to see you. Boy Whitney, you look like you have been having a pretty good time.” Babe said to the girls as they closed the door behind them. “Rescuing her from the dykes.” Briana whispered with her finger to her lips. “Oh.” Babe said as she laughed and returned to reading her magazine. “Don’t worry, they have plenty of fresh meat to choose from in the lounge. They have been here all day, and they have an insatiable appetite for very young pussy. I’m surprised that they aren’t after you Bri.” Briana led Whitney down the back stairs away from the normal flow and back to where her mother and Cary were.

As they entered the room Cary was under Charlotte as she lay on top of him fucking his veritable brains out. Cary was completely in her control. He would have done anything at this point for his new lover. She was kissing him passionately as she reached yet another climax. Cary followed shortly with one of his own. The sheer number of orgasms that they had reached was epic even for a fourteen year old and a woman who had not had sex in over five years. Charlotte slumped onto Cary’s spent body. They had had an amazing night of sex.

Briana and Whitney watched as they untangled their bodies. “Whitney baby, I think I’ve found you a new boyfriend.” Briana looked at Cary to catch his reaction which surprised her. He reached over and kissed Charlotte on the lips. “Whitney, if it’s okay with you, I’d like to start seeing you.” He said. Whitney was gobsmacked. She wasn’t sure if he was being serious or if he was just saying this to placate her mother and keep her from dominating him again. “Are you sure?” she said as if questioning his sanity. “Oh yeah, I’m sure.” he said adding “I think you and I need to become boyfriend and girlfriend.” Charlotte was beaming. Her large breasts were swelling with pride at this point. “But, you haven’t even kissed me, or anything.” Whitney protested. With that Cary walked across the room and took Whitney into his arms. He kissed her as deeply as he had ever kissed anyone in his life. “I’ll be over tomorrow after school, and I am going to fuck you so hard that you will never want any other boy, ever.” and with that Whitney squealed and kissed him back.

On the drive home they were unusually quiet. “That must have been some fuck.” Briana broke the silence. Cary did not respond immediately. He sat and pondered the events of the night. “It was.” he finally broke his silence. He sighed deeply. “In the past week, I have been fucked by two women who were completely consumed with bringing me pleasure. My mother and Charlotte. They both had nothing but my satisfaction on their minds. Charlotte is a wonderful lover. Her pussy is as soft and wet and tight as yours, or Mom’s. Her tongue is amazing. I swear it felt like her tongue went down so far down my throat that it came out my ass to spank me.” Briana burst out in laughter at the mental picture that statement provoked. “Well, I guess.” Briana laughed out loud. “Brud, don’t hurt that girl.” she admonished her brother “She has been through a lot.” “Sis, believe me, I am convinced that Whitney will be just like her Mom. And if she is, I want her to be my girl.” Briana leaned over and kissed her brother on his cheek. “Don’t fuck this up, okay?” she said “Okay.” Cary assured her.

When they got home the moaning from their mother’s bedroom let them know that nothing had changed there. They stripped off their clothes for the second time and held hands as they went to Briana’s bedroom to have soft sex before sleeping.

After school the next day, Cary joined Whitney to wait for her mother to pick them up. As the silver SUV rounded the corner Whitney jumped to her feet as she grabbed Cary’s hand and led him to the curb. The back door sprang open and they piled into the back seat. “Hello, my darlings.” Charlotte gushed. “Did you have a nice day.” Whitney squirmed to get closer to Cary. She grabbed the bulge in his pants. “My pussy has been so wet all day I had trouble staying in my seat.” Whitney said. Charlotte boomed a laugh at her daughter’s humor. “I’m sure Cary is eager to fix that, aren’t you baby.” she directed her question to the boy with the rock hard cock in the back seat. “Oh man,” he said “My cock has been aching.” With that, Whitney kissed him hard on his mouth. Her tongue dove into his throat as if she were trying to steal his bubble gum.

Charlotte watched the two make out in her rear view mirror, her own pussy getting very wet. She drove as quickly as the speed limit would allow. As she pulled into the drive the two in the back seat were already too far to throw the door open. Whitney had Cary’s cock in her hand pumping it furiously as he had three fingers deep inside her pussy. Whitney had apparently removed her panties sometime before leaving school and she offered her hot wet cunt to Cary as soon as they got into the car. She had ripped his zipper down and jerked his cock out. She stroked him lovingly as they made out. Charlotte watched as her precious daughter took her boyfriend’s cock into her mouth and sucked him to a very hard climax. Whitney came herself as Cary finger fucked her hard as she sucked his cock. As they panted in the backseat, Charlotte told them to give her a minute. She opened the garage door and pulled in, she dropped the door and told them to get naked and get up to the bedroom. They giggled loudly and ripped each others clothes off. They romped naked through the house following Charlotte up the stairs and into her bedroom. They stopped short when they entered. The room had been changed over from Charlotte’s room into Whitney’s room. The king sized bed looked enormous. All of Whitney’s stuffed animals and high school memorabilia had been moved into this room. She had the “big” bathroom, her window overlooked the backyard, she was completely blown away. “Mom,” she said incredulously “I can’t believe it.” Charlotte came over and hugged her baby. “I want you to have a comfortable place to fall in love, baby.” Whitney grabbed Cary by his hand. “What do you think,Sweetie?” she said Cary didn’t care where he was going to fuck her, he just wanted to fuck her, now, without waiting anymore. He pushed her back onto the bed and climbed on. He aligned himself between her spread legs and soon his cock slipped into the velvety soft folds of her magnificently wet, hot, tight pussy. His breath caught in his throat as he slid his cock into a slow rhythm of ecstasy. Whitney fell into the same cadence as her hips rose to meet her lovers with every stroke. Charlotte sat across the room and watched her babies make love. Her fingers stroked her own clit as she brought herself to a slow and very satisfying climax.

The two love birds continued to kiss and swoon over each other. Whitney felt the familiar tingle beginning in her stomach, she increased her stroke to hasten her cumming. “Oh. Baby, Whitney’s getting ready to cum.” she said to her patient and persistent lover, Cary methodically maintained his stroke even though his lover was trying to rush him. He stroked ever so slowly causing his lover to become wild with lust. Everytime she pumped faster, Cary would kiss her neck and breathe quietly “Slow down Baby, slow down, you’ll be so happy you did.” Whitney would grunt disapproval and follow his instructions. His own pace increased slightly as he began his assent into paradise. His cock was increasing in size as he stroked into her deliciously hot pussy. She began to whimper as she now was completely under his spell. Her hips rose and fell meeting his exact rhythm and tempo. Soon Cary was pumping at the rate that made Whitney grunt loudly as she experienced a series of small, short, mind blowing orgasms, one right after the other. His cock head began to get larger with every stroke. Whitney felt his enlarged cock swelling inside of her as he was nearing his climax. She finally threw her head back and screamed as she reached the most intense orgasm she had ever felt. Her insides convulsed sending lightning bolts of sensations throughout her entire body. Her toes curled as she emitted a silent scream and felt her body virtually explode and then melt back together in ecstasy. She was breathing so hard that she was afraid that she would hyperventilate. Her back arched to thrust her cunt straight up to swallow her lover’s engorged cock. Cary shot his load, a steady stream of hot jism that shot directly into his lovers cunt. They both fucked violently for several minutes getting every last drop of passion out of their bodies before they collapsed into each other’s arms.

“Oh, my darlings, my precious loves.” Charlotte said breathlessly “That was so hot. That was beauty, that was perfection, that was the most incredible fucking I have ever seen.” The kids chuckled at her comments. “It was pretty fucking amazing for us too Mom.” Whitney said. She reached up and kissed Cary passionately on the mouth. “Was I as good as Mom? she asked putting him on the spot. “Infinitely better.” He answered. Charlotte smiled and said “Good answer, sweetie, good answer.”

“I baked you all cookies.” Charlotte said as if they had just come from the spelling bee. Cary rolled over onto his back, his young cock sticking straight up toward the ceiling. “Look, Mama,” Whitney said “Isn’t that the prettiest cock you’ve ever seen?” Charlotte nodded approvingly as she walked out of the room toward the kitchen. Whitney took Cary’s cock into her mouth and slowly made oral love to her new boyfriend. She sucked and licked his swollen menber with such tenderness that he nearly fell asleep while she pleasured him. “This is what it’s supposed to be like” he thought to himself. Whitney continued to love on his cock until he slipped into a deep naplike sleep.
When she returned with the cookies Charlotte found her two babies sleeping in each other’s arms. She kissed her daughter’s ample ass and stroked Cary’s withering cock. She pulled a light cover over the pair and left the cookies and went into the living room.

She picked up the phone andd called Cary’s mother. “Brenda,? Charlotte here.” the conversation began. They talked about anything and everything for several minutes. The conversation finally turned to the kids. Charlotte told Brenda that Cary and Whitney were now a couple. Brenda gave her blessing. She said that Briana had filled her in about last night, and that she was totally okay with them dating. She then added, “I understand that my son and you had sex last night.” Charlotte was surprised, but she knew there was no reason to lie about it. “Yes, we did,” she said “I found him to be a very mature and attentive lover.” she continued waiting for Brenda to object or say something negative, but to her surprise Brenda offered, “I know he is, and I am so happy that you decided to get he and Whitney together. I have always loved Whit, she is such a pretty girl, and I think Cary will be happy in that relationship.” Her tone was very friendly. Charlotte thought back to last night and the wonderful sex she had had with Brenda’s baby boy. “I’m glad that you are not upset that we made love.” she told Brenda. Brenda laughed sweetly, and said, “From what Bri has told me you fucked his brains out.” Charlotte shot back, “We fucked each other’s brains out.” then she added, “Listen, Whit and Cary are asleep upstairs, is it okay if he spends the night? I’ll bring him by in the morning to change clothes for school after we all shower together.” Brenda said “Sure, but if I showered with two hot teenagers in the morning, I’d fucking skip trying to get to school.” the two women laughed together and exchanged other pleasantries before hanging up. Brenda sat and pondered the phone conversation and thought about the shower scene tomorrow morning. Her pussy tingled between her legs. “Briana,” she called to her daughter. “Come tell me all about the Taylors.”

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This short story incorporates a few different fetishes. I appreciate constructive criticism, but please nothing caustic or acerbic. I hope you enjoy 🙂

Kathleen and Violet sat across from one another at the kitchen table, both eating salads for lunch. Neither girl could keep her eyes off of the other, only looking away to make sure their forks made it into their mouths. The slightest of smiles tugged at the corners of Kathleen’s lips, and Violet’s eyes were hooded ever so slightly, both expressions ghosts of orgasms not an hour before.
After their experimental sex earlier, which was a complete success, both girls decided to shower at the same time, using the time to explore their bodies, as well as clean. When their bodies connected in such a passionate way, certain walls that stood high between the sisters collapsed, and both were caught up in how obsessed with the other they were. Now, they knew each other’s physical selves much better, Kathleen’s years-long suppressed obsession finally liberated, and Violet breaking new ground by discovering how sensuous it could feel to run her hands over another woman’s body.
After the shower, Kathleen had rode her bike up to Hadley, a town only a mile up the road, to visit the pharmacy. There she bought a Plan B, and another two identical packages, for despite the weirdness of the situation, she was not about to be impregnated by her sister.
For the thousandth time that afternoon, Kath caught her sister’s eye and held it, the two different shades of green creating an almost palatable connection between the few feet that separated them. They relationship had changed, and both siblings knew it was for the better.
Finishing her salad, Kathleen got up and placed the bowl in the sink, followed soon after by her sister.
“So, how about we take a look at that weird book?”
Violet agreed with her sister, and led the way into the spacious library. Kathleen dropped her eyes to her sister’s skirt-clad ass, enjoying every moment of not having to sneak looks here and there. Violet stopped and turned when she didn’t hear Kathleen following her, and grinned mischievously when she saw where Kath’s gaze pointed to.
“You really like my ass, don’t you sis?”
Kathleen cleared her throat, and nodded, stepping up to Violet, and sneaking her hands around behind her to grab a double handful of butt cheek. Violet squealed and pressed up against her slightly taller sister, her slightly hard cock pressing against Kath’s pussy through a few layers of fabric. They exchanged a kiss before Violet pulled away.
“We really ought to check out that book. There’s always time for this later.”
Slightly disappointed, Kathleen agreed, letting go of her sister’s ass. They opened the door at the end of the hall to find diffuse light filling the room from the cloudy sky outside.
The heavy old book was still there, lying open to a blank page, with the strange symbol blackening the carpet beneath the end table. The girls glanced at each other in uncertainty.
Kathleen shut the book, exposing the cover, which has the same symbol as what was on the carpet. It was a weird curvy ‘O’ with a pair of slashes through the center, with two dots above and below it.
“What do you think it means?” Vi asked her sister.
Kathleen shook her head, for she had no idea whatsoever. She turned the cover open and flipped through the blank pages at the beginning until she found an introductory page. There only a couple lines on the page, so Kath read them aloud.
“Within these pages, taken from trees overlooking His Valley, lies a strength unbound to this plane. Beware, novice or ignoramus who touches these pages, for you can be destroyed by them. Many acts may be pulled from this conduit, attempt only if you have prepared.”
Violet’s brow furrowed after her sister had finished reading the words. It was familiar to her, somehow. Suddenly she snapped her fingers as the memory came to her.
“Is this the Necronomicon??”
Kathleen looked up at her sister, “I got the same feeling, but the Necronomicon is bound differently and has a disclaimer as to its veracity. Not to mention Lovecraft’s name is on it. This is something different.”
She turned a couple more pages. There were more pages with only a couple paragraphs of illegible script; it seemed as though that is all the book held. Kath asked her sister where she had found the book.
Violet pointed up the ladder to the top shelf, where the corners of the half-dozen other ancient texts could barely be seen. She moved to climb up to retrieve another of the mysterious collection, wondering what could possibly be in one ancient, leather-bound book, much less five of them. As Vi carefully ascended the ladder, Kathleen turned another page to two until her eye caught a word she recognized. Frowning in confusion, she leaned over the book and moved her lips as she pronounced the word under her breath.
“Womb?”
Violet was at the top of the ladder, her hand reaching for the binding of another tome. As her fingers grazed the edge, she heard her sister whisper something. She turned around, looking down at her sister’s bright red hair. As she watched, Kathleen backed away from the book on the table, pressing against the wall behind her in terror. Violet’s mouth dropped open as she saw the black ink flow over the pages, over the edge of the table, and splash down onto the carpet right beside the dried markings from last night. She scurried back down the ladder and turned around to see a different symbol drawn in the carpet, still gleaming and wet. Before she could examine it further, Kathleen gasped, and she put her hands to her midsection.
Kathleen locked eyes with her sister, seeing the fear in her grey-green eyes and knowing it was reflected in her own. Her hands felt her guts move underneath the smooth skin of her lower abdomen, but there was a strange lack of pain. She tore her shirt off, exposing her bra-clad breasts, and watched as the skin around her belly button rippled from movements beneath. Entranced by the alien things happening to her, she felt Violet by her side, her arm around her shoulders.
“This is exactly what happened to me.” Kathleen heard her sister say.
One final movement and her guts settled down, although her midsection looked the same as it always had. Although if Violet was right…
Kathleen sat down on the floor, fighting to get her shorts unbuttoned. Peeling them down her legs and throwing them away, Kath felt herself, searching gently with her fingers to try and find anything different about her vagina and all exterior contours. She couldn’t feel anything out of the ordinary, but then her guts started moving again, causing her to gasp again. It was nowhere near the skin; all the movement was concentrated within her lower abdomen, right where she figured her uterus was located.
Kathleen leaned back against the wall and squeezed her sister’s hand. Their eyes met again, Violet’s filled with concern. The movements slowed down and finally ceased, although no fat cock extended from Kathleen’s crotch. They both looked at her exposed pussy lips in uncertainty, but even after a minute of expectative waiting, nothing else happened.
Helping her to her feet, Violet went over and retrieved her sister’s shorts and shirt. As her sister re-dressed in a daze, Vi glanced over at the book, and at the pair of symbols on the carpet. The page that Kath had opened the book to was completely empty, although Kath had read a word off of the page.
Violet turned back to her sister, who was doing up the buttons on her jean shorts.
“Are you okay?”
Kathleen nodded, her eyes still wide from terror at the unexplainable experience. After she got her shirt back on, she ran her hands over herself again, but still couldn’t feel a thing out of the ordinary.
“What word did you see on the page?”
Kathleen looked up at her sister’s question, “It was ‘womb’.”
Neither sibling had any answers for the other. They both decided to put the book back where it came from, but no matter what cleaning supplies they used, nothing would take the ink out of the fibers of the carpet, so they left the symbols lie.
They closed the doors to the library, and decided to try and distract themselves from what they had just experienced. So, they went upstairs to Violet’s room and plugged in a game that let both girls play at once. Kathleen’s recent ordeal soon left the front of her mind as she got into the game, which was fast-paced and interesting.
After about an hour and a half of video gaming, Kathleen saw that it was later than she realized, and that she should probably get a few things done around the house; stuff that her parents usually did. She set down the controller and stretched, letting out a cute little groan. Violet smirked at her sister, taking in the bold color of her hair, the taut skin under her t-shirt and jeans, the two bulges of breasts that had somehow become strangely alluring recently.
Kath caught her sister staring, a nice juxtaposition, and smiled.
“I’m gonna go do some dishes, Vi. Can you feed and water the birds?”
They agreed on their chores. Before she got up, Kathleen reached over and grasped the shape of Violet’s dick for a moment, marveling at the size of it. Then she left, her vag slightly moist, and Violet left with half of a hard-on and a clouded mind. She shook her head, and shut down her console, adjusting her still new member so it would lie more comfortably.
Stopping in her doorway, she heard water running in the kitchen sink downstairs, and wondered again at how her sister had changed, at least in Violet’s eyes, ever since their parents left for vacation yesterday. Before, Kathleen had been just her sister, now they we that plus lovers and best friends, with the thing that brought them closer hanging from between Violet’s legs.
Reaching under her skirt for the length of meat that still hadn’t softened from earlier, Vi stroked it until it was at full attention, her skirt completely useless at that point. She took the corner of her lip in between her teeth, getting an idea through the haze of breeding need flowing through her. She noticed the state she was in, wondering for a moment if it was because she had testicles that she was feeling so horny. Regardless, it was time to get a quickie before the chores were completed.
Her oversized penis pointing the way, Violet went downstairs and hung a left into the kitchen, where Kathleen was at the sink facing away from the doorway. Violet snuck up behind her and wrapped her arms around Kath’s midsection, causing her to start. Before she could say anything, Vi’s hands wandered up to clasp both of Kathleen’s boobs, while her teeth nibbled at an earlobe.
“You know,” Violet said in a breathy voice, “I should really make sure that everything is alright in there. I’ve got the perfect tool to do it, too…”
Licking her lips, Kath used her ass to rub up and down against Violet’s cock, which was already hard as a rock. She was right, too; it was the perfect too for the job.
Kathleen sighed and closed her eyes, enjoying every moment. She felt one hand leave her breast and move down to unfasten her shorts, causing them to drop to the linoleum. She immediately felt the hot tip of a penis against her bare ass-cheek, throbbing with the rhythm of Violet’s heart. So, she didn’t disappoint.
Bending over and arching her back, Kath glanced behind her shoulder with hooded eyes and quicker breaths, seeing her move towards her damp entrance. She felt the head of the cock penetrate her slowly; feeling every vein in the pulsing member as it pushed its way into her vagina. Violet sighed the entire time she pushed into her sister, but stopped at about halfway before she had a chance to bottom out. No need to make Kathleen uncomfortable.
They settled into a rhythm, Kath supporting herself on the sink, while Violet used the ass in front of her as a pair of handholds as she thrust clumsily into her sister’s pussy, which was now leaving streaks of cum on the length. Kath was groaning with every movement, feeling warmth fill her abdomen as the muscles worked. After a couple minutes of enjoying the ride, Kath decided to get a little crazy. She pulled almost all the way off of Vi’s dick, feeling the head sitting just inside her entrance, and then she rocked back, intending to get as much inside her as possible.
To the surprised of both girls, Violet’s member didn’t bottom out after six or seven inches like what happened earlier that day, but thanks to Kathleen’s thrust, every single inch of cock disappeared up inside of her until Kathleen’s ass came up hard against Violet’s stomach. They both lost balance, falling against the island in the middle of the kitchen; Kathleen shocked to feel the pulsing head of Violet’s unnaturally long cock just below her sternum, in a place where it shouldn’t be. There was no pain, it merely felt as though her vagina was more than twice as lengthy, able to accommodate the monster that was completely filling her up.
Violet was stunned to see her cock disappear into her sister completely, ramming it securely into her body cavity as Vi’s back caught up against the island. They both stood there, joined by the genitals, panting in mutual disbelief.
“Kath, did I hurt you?” Violet asked, although she had heard no cries of pain.
“No, it’s incredibly hot.” She turned enough to look Violet in the eye, “This is what the book must have done; changed my insides so that I could take your cock!”
Violet flexed her member inside her sister, causing Kath to gasp and squeak. “Apparently so. You’re sure you’re alright?”
Kathleen nodded, and stepped forward, allowing the cock to slide out of her with a wet squelching noise. She hopped up on the counter, which turned out to be the perfect height for Violet to fuck her. They locked eyes with equal intent. Violet stepped closer, and plunged into Kathleen her entire length, causing her to squeeze her eyes shut and groan tremulously.
They fucked hard for five whole minutes, Violet utilizing her entire length to give Kathleen two incredible orgasms that left her shaking and screaming on the counter. After the second orgasm that her sister panted her way through, Violet couldn’t take it anymore. She yanked her cock out of her sister’s snatch, pulled her onto the linoleum floor, and grunted as Kathleen leaned forward and took the head of her cock in her mouth, allowing every drop of semen to flow down her throat.
Violet let out the breath she had held during her orgasm, and watched as Kath milked the last of the cum out of her cock with a hunger.
They both stumbled into the sitting room and collapsed into chairs, panting and sighing after their mutual release. All they could do was stare at one another as Violet’s cock shrank back to its flaccid state and Kathleen’s newly lengthened vagina collapsed back to ‘normal’ after being stretched to such extremes.
Finally Kath found enough will to speak.
“Sis, I don’t know what was written in those books, but they made some amazing things happen. I’m really enjoying this.”
Violet nodded in agreement, for despite the shock of the experience that both girls had, the outcome was extremely hot and entertaining. It was going to be an interesting week.
Kath pushed herself up so that she was sitting forward in the chair. “Vi, when I went uptown to get that Plan B, I also got birth control. I started taking it, so in a week, maybe less, you can cum inside me again. It was so incredibly hot that it needs to happen again.”
Violet agreed, getting to her feet shakily. “Oh, it’s totally going to happen again.”
They both grinned at each other. Violet gently took Kath by the elbows and helped her to her feet. There they exchanged a passionate kiss, exploring each other’s mouths to the best of their ability, their hands roaming their bodies. When they came apart, it was with reluctance, and they were almost ready to go at each other again.
They both left the room, going off to complete their respective chores.

The clock on Violet’s bedside read 3:49 a.m.
She was sleeping on her back, snoring lightly, with one arm stretched above her head. The curtains at her open window bristled and wafted; thunder sounded in the distance.
The room was very dark, as the cloud cover allowed no light from the moon inside. In the darkness, Violet’s door swung open soundlessly, allowing entrance to a single lithe figure that paced deliberately over to the side of Violet’s bed. There the figure stood, staring down at the girl.
Violet stopped snoring, and opened her eyes, but showed no expression or surprise at the figure standing at her side. Her eyes were seemingly sightless, focusing on nothing and no one. As if in a daze, she moved the covers off of her body, and began to slowly stroke her cock, which began to harden immediately. The slender figure beside Violet’s bed moved a hand into her crotch and moved it in circles, soon creating a wet sound that was unmistakable.
Lightning lit up the room for a split second, revealing Kathleen’s face vacant of all emotion as she climbed onto Violet’s bed. Both girls made no sound and said no words as Violet held her fully hard dick in a vertical position, and Kathleen slid onto it, taking the entire length into her body cavity. Thunder crashed, closer than before, but neither girl made a sound; Kathleen simply sat on top of her sister, the monster penis fully imbedded within her.
If Violet were in a state where she could process her senses, she would have felt Kathleen’s vaginal muscles flexing hard, and separately. With Vi’s cock sunk deep, the flexing began at the entrance of Kathleen’s pussy, at the base of Violet’s dick, and progressively moved deeper until the muscles clasped the head of her cock, and then it would begin again. Neither girl moved or spoke, as though they weren’t in control of their actions.
This happened about a dozen times before Violet’s breathing began to deepen and quicken, followed a few seconds later by an unconscious thrusting of her hips as Kathleen’s rhythmic vaginal pulses caused Violet to ejaculate deep within Kath’s body.
With one coordinated movement, the girls held each other and reversed positions so that Kathleen was laying back on the bed and Violet was in between her legs. During this action, Violet’s cock remained deep inside of Kathleen. Violet bent over her sister, neither one of them seeing the other, and thrust hard, the head of her cock barely caressing the bottom of Kath’s vagina. Three more times she thrusted, depositing every drop possible into Kathleen, and at the same time pushing the semen as far in as possible, so that it would pool at Kathleen’s cervix and eventually drip into her uterus.
Violet mechanically pulled out of Kathleen with a sucking noise; not a single drop of cum flowed from the opening. Vi stood up beside the bed, and left Kathleen in her room, closing the door behind her. Going into her sister’s room, Violet crawled into the bed and promptly closed her dull eyes, her cock still slick with Kathleen’s juices.
Lightning flashed far away, answered by a low peal of thunder, as the digital clock on Kathleen’s bedside table illuminated Violet’s sleeping face. It read 3:58.

Author’s note: This storyline has developed far beyond what I had initially planned. Any suggestions for what you want to happen to Kathleen and Violet Casey next will be accepted and considered. Thank you and I hope you enjoyed this third installment!

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With his mind control powers, Henry starts an orgy with his and his friends mothers!

Mind Controlled Mothers Club

A Story of the Institute of Apotheosis Research

Chapter Two: Mommy Slut Orgy

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

In the shipping department of The Institute of Apotheosis Research, Ulrich Geller threw his mom down across the sorting table, his hands ripping up her tight pencil skirt. The short, black-haired women moaned and wiggled as she squirmed.

“I… I have to become a slut, don’t I?” his mother asked. She ran the shipping department where the young man worked. Recently, they sent out a Halo to create their newest God, Henry Archer, and his lesson had inspired Ulrich to finally claim what he ached for.

“Yes, you do,” Ulrich groaned, his cock so hard as he fished it out of his jeans. “And I’ll help you become one, Mom.”

He exposed her rump, showing off her dark pantyhose clinging to the curves of her ass. Her cream-colored panties bled through the nylons. Ulrich, eager to fuck his mother the way Henry Archer fucked his mother—hard. Like a slut.

He tore through her pantyhose. He shuddered at the sound of nylon ripping, filling the air with that sensual noise. His mother let out a wanton moan. Around them, the other men who worked in the shipping department all salivated, eager to enjoy the MILF’s body. Next he hooked her panties and yanked them down far enough to expose her cunt.

He groaned at the sight of her pale ass, two juicy mounds separated by the cleft of her crack. His eyes followed her curves down to the thick, black bush hiding her pussy. The hole that birthed him. The cunt of a slut-mother.

He fished out his dick, feeling the excitement of his coworkers. They all stared with such greedy hunger as he placed the tip of his dick against her pussy. The God taught that mothers needed to be sluts—were sluts—and their sons had to fuck them.

Just like Ulrich always wanted to.

“Yes, yes, help me be a slut!” his mother shouted as he rammed his cock into her juicy cunt. “Oh, such a good boy!”

“Yes!” Ulrich groaned as he pounded his mother’s cunt hard.

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My dick was still erect as I watched my slut-mother sucking on my friend Teo’s cock. The Hispanic guy was eighteen, like me, and enjoying his first ever blowjob. My mom’s black hair fell in bouncing curls about her face as she bobbed her head up and down my friend’s cock. She slobbered on it, sucking with such wanton, sloppy noises.

It was so hot watching her be a slut. Especially with my cum running out of her pussy and matting down the trimmed hairs of her black bush. My dick still dripped with her pussy juices. Thanks to my new mind control powers, gifted to me by the bizarre Halo sent to me by something called The Institute of Apotheosis Research, I turned my mother and Mrs. Haley into sluts.

Mrs. Haley was another MILF hottie. Blonde and with round breasts, she had an ass just begging to be smacked and then ridden hard. She was getting spit-roasted by her son, Noah, and Rick, another of our friends. They both groaned, busting their nuts in the MILF-whore’s holes, Noah flooding the pussy that birthed him while Rick fed Mrs. Haley a big load of cum that she eagerly sucked down.

Because I told her she was a mommy-slut. And mommy-sluts loved drinking cum and being fucked.

My friends all had dazed looks on their faces. Despite the commands I gave them, letting them accept the fact that they were fucking mommy-sluts, they still looked shocked that they were getting laid. That this was all happening.

I felt that, too. I couldn’t believe some weird company would give me the power to rewrite people’s brain waves to my will. It was so surreal, but my cum ran out of my mother’s pussy. I made her into the whore I always knew she was. Since the divorce, she brought home her dates and fucked them where I could hear them, making me so hard, forcing me to masturbate. No longer. When I got hard, she’d have to satiate me.

And I was hard right now despite cumming in her cunt minutes ago.

I stared at her rump wiggling back and forth. She moaned with such wanton delight as she blew my Hispanic friend. Teo groaned, pleasure crossing his face. He ran a hand through his short, black hair.

“My mom has a great ass,” I muttered, stroking my pussy-coated dick. Her juices made my cock so slick and…

I could fuck her asshole. I could do anything I wanted to my mom, to any guy’s mom. I could enjoy any MILF I wanted however I wanted. And not just them, the girls at college, too. Those young, tight sluts who ignored me and my friends.

“Mommy-sluts love to take it up the ass, too,” I commanded. A slight tingle raced across my mind, the sign I was changing someone’s brainwaves. Everyone’s brainwaves. But it wasn’t much of a sensation.

It wasn’t much of a change. After making both women accept the fact that they were mommy-sluts craving to be used by young men, especially their sons, anal wasn’t that big of a deal. I had always wanted to enjoy the treat.

I would enjoy it so much now.

I grabbed my mom’s butt-cheeks. She whimpered about Teo’s cock. My friend stared at me, his eyes going wide as I brought my still-hard dick into her crack. I slid my crown down, finding her puckered asshole.

That felt nice against my dick.

“You gonna fuck her ass, vato?” he groaned. “Shit, you’re still hard?”

“Guess this is just that exciting,” I said, rubbing my cock in circles about her wrinkled asshole. It felt so exciting on the sensitive crown of my dick. I just wanted to sodomize my mother so badly. “You love it up the ass, Mom! All Mommy-sluts do!”

No tingles.

I thrust.

My mother groaned about Teo’s cock. She wiggled her hips as her anal ring expanded. I watched her brown sphincter stretch and stretch to engulf the crown of my dick. Velvety pleasure shot down my shaft as I entered her asshole. I pushed deeper and deeper into her bowels, enjoying the feel of her sheath swallowing more and more of my cock.

It felt incredible. Pleasure spilled through my body. My back arched as I sank deeper and deeper into her. In moments, my crotch pressed against her rump. My balls rested against her taint, feeling the wet curls of her bush.

I was in my mother’s asshole.

“Damn, Henry,” Rick said as he pulled his cock out of Mrs. Haley’s mouth. His freckled face was flushed from his orgasm. He sank down on his ass, shaking his head. “You’re just going to town on her asshole.”

“Ooh, Joni, you’re so lucky,” Mrs. Haley said, her voice thick. Cum and drool ran down her chin and stained her lips. “That looks like it feels so good.”

My mom only moaned about Teo’s cock.

“She must love it, Mrs. Haley,” panted Teo, “because she’s sucking the cum out of my balls. Fuck, I’m going to bust a nut in your mom’s mouth, vato.”

“She wants it,” I growled, drawing back my hips, sliding my dick through my mother’s bowels. “Fuck, Mom, your asshole is just such a tight delight.”

Her bowels squeezed down on my dick, the only way she could communicate to me right now, as I rammed into her. It felt incredible. Pleasure surged down my shaft. My balls smacked into her flesh. My hands tight on her hips, my back arching as the bliss flowed through me.

It was incredible to fuck my mom’s asshole while my friends watched. Mrs. Haley stared at me, then she turned around and, without even being told, the slut-mother engulfed Noah’s softening cock, sucking off her own pussy juices.

Noah groaned, his hand pushing his glasses up his bold nose. Pleasure crossed his face as he stared down at his mommy-slut in awe. Her cheeks hollowed as she cleaned him. My own dick throbbed at the hot sight.

“Yes, yes, mommy-sluts love cleaning their sons’ dicks off after they’ve fucked her holes!” I commanded.

A slight tingle ran through me, my mom moaning as I educated her.

She wiggled her hips, her bowels stirring around my dick reaming her incestuous hole. Pleasure surged through me. Every guy needed to fuck his mother, to treat her like the slut she was. They were all whores. My hips pumped so hard, making her moan about Teo’s dick.

She loved it. She savored taking my cock up her asshole. Her bowels stimulated my cock. The velvety friction burned around it. My balls grew fuller and fuller with my cum, aching to unload in her as I fucked her with all my might.

“Mmm, you’re fucking her so hard,” Mrs. Haley said, finished cleaning her son’s dick. She watched me with sparkling, blue eyes, a lush smile on her lips. “Fuck your mom’s ass hard, Henry. Ooh, she looks like such a slut.”

“Yeah, with those big titties swaying,” Rick said.

“Uh-huh,” Noah groaned.

“Mmm, you like big tits?” Mrs. Haley asked her son.

“Yeah,” he nodded. Then he glanced down at her. “But your tits are great, too, Mom.”

She smiled at him, her body shuddering.

It made me throb hard. I slammed harder into my mother’s asshole. I had such power. I could make these women do anything. An idea popped into my head as I buggered my mother’s bowels with all my might, my balls smacking into her taint.

“Mrs. Haley, get over here and lick my mother’s cunt. Slut-mommies love pussy almost as much as their sons’ cocks.”

Prickles rippled across my mind. I groaned through the sensation, plunging my cock so hard and deep into my mother’s bowels. Pleasure spilled across me as my dick buried to the hilt in her. My crotch smacked into her rump hard. I fucked her as Mrs. Haley shuddered.

“Oh, yeah, Mom, lick her pussy,” groaned Noah as his mother moved towards us.

“Mmm, you like it when girls love other girls?” Mrs. Haley asked, her blonde hair spilling about her face as she crawled across the floor of Noah’s room.

“What guy doesn’t, Mrs. Haley?” Rick asked, watching with hungry eyes as the blonde MILF moved behind me.

“We all do,” Teo groaned. “Oh, fuck, Mrs. Archer… Oh, damn, that’s good. I’m going to flood your mouth.”

“Drown her in cum!” I groaned, the idea of my mom guzzling his cum only making me thrust harder into her bowels.

And then I felt Mrs. Haley nuzzling into my mom’s cunt. My balls brushed her forehead as my mother let out a wanton, muffled moan. I couldn’t see, but I knew Mrs. Haley was eating my cum out of my mother’s cunt, licking out my incestuous seed from the hole that birthed me.

My balls grew tighter and tighter. My mom moaned and shuddered. She squeezed her asshole down hard on my cock. I plowed into her anal sheath so hard, my orgasm building. I wanted to unload more and more of my cum in her.

“¡Mierda!” Teo grunted, his face contorting while I heard Mom swallowing over and over.

She drank his cum while I fucked her asshole.

“You’re such a slut, Mom!” I screamed, ramming my dick so hard into her bowels, my hands gripping her asshole.

My mother’s bowels writhed about my dick. They rippled and convulsed, massaging my dick as I buried into her. I growled in delight, realizing my slut-mother came from being sodomized and having her friend lick her cunt clean of my cum.

“Shit!” I groaned. “You are such a slut, Mom! You’re cumming from anal!”

“I am!” she moaned, her voice throaty, Teo slumping to the floor, satiated for now. “I’m your slut-mommy, honey! Ooh, and Audra… That feels so good. You’re eating my pussy. You’re licking my son’s cum out of me! You’re a mommy-whore like me!”

“Yes, she is!” I growled and buried into my mom’s asshole.

The delight surged through me. The pleasure struck my balls. Her asshole massaged my dick, sucking at my cum boiling in my nuts. I groaned as my back arched. My cock erupted. Cum spurted into her hungry bowels.

Pleasure burst from my lips as the rapture shot through my body. Every eruption of my jizz gave me more and more pleasure. I was cumming in my mother’s asshole. I was using her, and she was loving it.

“You’re cumming in me!” she howled. “Oh, honey! Oh, yes, yes, yes! That’s amazing!”

“Such a slut!” I growled, stars bursting across my vision as my dick fired its last burst of cum into her. I shuddered, my body buzzing with bliss. “You’re my little whore now, aren’t you?”

“Uh-huh!” she panted. “Ooh, Audra, yes, yes, wiggle that tongue in my cunt and… Yes!”

My mom came again. Her asshole spasmed harder about my dick, sending tingles rushing through my body. I sucked in breaths, growing dizzy as she stimulated my cock’s crown feeling hypersensitive after my orgasm.

I loved the feeling.

“We have to get my mom here,” Rick says.

Teo lifts his head. “Yeah, vato.”

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Pleasure spiked into Ulrich’s mind as he unloaded his cum into his mother’s pussy. It felt incredible to finally erupt into her. To fill her pussy with his jizz. As the ecstasy burst through his mind, he was so glad the new God, the amazing Henry, enlightened the world to the true roll of their mother.

“Yes, yes, yes!” his mother gasped as her pussy writhed about his dick. “I’m… I’m becoming a slut.”

“Uh-huh,” he grunted as his orgasm died in him. He buzzed from the pleasure buzzing through him. He pulled his cock out of her pussy, watching his cum spill out to adorn the dense hairs of thick bush. “But I know what will truly help you become a slut.”

“How?” she asked as the other young men who worked in shipping advanced on the slut.

“By taking on two guys at once,” Ulrich said with a grin.

“Yes!” she whimpered. “But… I don’t like cum.”

“If you drink enough of it,” her son told her, his heart beating faster, “you’ll come to love it.”

His mother didn’t fight as Steve grabbed her black hair and brought her mouth to his cock. At the same moment, Phil thrust his dick into her cunt. She stood there, bent over between the two men, fucked hard while still wearing her managerial clothing, her blazer rustling, her torn nylons clinging to her lithe legs.

“What a slut,” Ulrich groaned, his dick gaining a second wind as he watched her transformation into slutdom.

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I groaned as Noah’s mother sucked my dirty cock clean of my mother’s asshole. She worked her mouth up and down my dick, her blue eyes sparkling as she stared up at me. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, her hips wiggling as she pleasured me.

She didn’t care how nasty this was. She was a slut. And sluts sucked cocks clean.

I fumbled with my phone, navigating my phone book for Rick’s mom. I found her number—I had it for emergencies—and hit the call button. I held it to my ear, listening to it ring as Mrs. Haley engulfed more and more of my cock into her mouth.

“Geez, Mom, you’re loving his dick,” Noah said nearby, his blue eyes wide behind his glasses.

“She’s such a slut,” my mom purred, kneeling beside her, her large tits swaying back and forth.

“Yeah, she…” My words trailed off as the phone picked up. “Mrs. Woodham?”

“Yes?” a woman answered. “Henry?”

“You need to come over to Mrs. Haley’s house right now,” I commanded, ready for the prickles.

They didn’t come.

“Why?” Mrs. Woodham asked. I didn’t hear any eagerness to come to me.

It didn’t work over the phone. There must be a range or something to how far my powers reached. I shuddered, my dick throbbing in Mrs. Haley’s mouth. I needed to think of a reason to get her over here right now.

“Is something wrong?” she asked, concern entering her voice. “Did something happen to Rick?”

“Yes!” I latched onto that, fighting a groan as Mrs. Haley’s tongue swirled around the crown of my dick. “You need to get over here right now.”

“Okay!” she gasped. “I’ll be there in ten minutes. Is it bad?”

“Not bad, just hurry,” I said, my nuts tightening. Mrs. Haley sucked cock like a pro. I hung up and searched for the number for Teo’s mother. I called her and gave her the same message.

“I’ll be there soon,” she promised, her Hispanic accent growing thicker. “Okay.”

“Sure,” I grinned, my balls aching as Mrs. Haley loved my dick.

“Damn, vato,” Teo said, sitting on Noah’s bed.

“Yeah,” Rick said, a smile crossing his face. “Damn, I’m going to finally fuck my mom.”

Like me, my three friends also had fantasized about fucking their mothers. Maybe every son did, or maybe we were just a bunch of horny nerds who needed to get laid. It didn’t matter either way, we were the founding members of the Mother Fucking Club.

“Mom,” I groaned, “Mrs. Haley licked your cunt, return the favor.”

“Of course, honey,” my mom moaned. “Mmm, she made me cum so hard. Of course I have to give her pleasure.”

I shuddered, slamming him hips forward. I fucked Mrs. Haley’s mouth hard while her son watched. She took my dirty cock, sucking on it with such hunger. My mom grabbed the MILF’s butt-cheeks, lowered her face, and made Mrs. Haley squeal about my dick.

My mom’s dark eyes stared at me above the MILF’s ass, feasting on Mrs. Haley’s cunt with such hunger. I shuddered, loving it. My mom was such a slut now. It made my dick ache and swell so hard and fast, my balls growing tighter and tighter.

“Man, Noah, your mom sucks dick like a pro,” I groaned. “She’s cleaning my mom’s ass off my dick.”

“She’ll do that for me, too,” Noah panted, leaning against the edge of his desk, stroking his hardening dick. “Every time I fuck her ass.”

Mrs. Haley moaned about my cock, sucking so hard on my dick. She sounded eager to do it.

My orgasm built and built in my balls. I was still so horny. Unlike my friends, I wasn’t going soft after cumming. I just wanted to enjoy the mommy sluts more. I stared down at my mom’s eyes as she feasted on Mrs. Haley, loving seeing her eat cunt while I fucked the whore’s mouth.

My thrusts grew harder. My hands gripped the side of Mrs. Haley’s head. I plowed into her mouth, using Noah’s mother as my own fucktoy. I shuddered, my dick’s tip brushing the back of her throat. I rammed deeper.

She coughed, gagged, and swallowed my dick.

Her throat felt so amazing about the crown of my cock. My balls smacked into her chin as I buried to the hilt in her. My back arched as she deep-throated my dick. I drew back my hips, loving the incredible suction as she loved my dick.

“Damn, Noah, your mom could suck start a leaf-blower,” I groaned.

“What movie is that from?” Rick asked.

“Don’t know, don’t care,” I groaned. “But it’s true.” I slammed my cock back down Mrs. Haley’s throat, her blue eyes squeezing shut as my balls smacked her chin. “I’m going to dump my cum—”

The front door burst open downstairs. “Rick! Rick, hello? Where is everyone?”

“Up here, Mom!” Rick said, a grin on his face.

I braced myself for the pain that would come making Rick’s mom into a slut. I fucked my cock down Mrs. Haley’s throat over and over, staring at the bedroom’s open door. Footsteps echoed as Mrs. Woodham raced up the stairs. Reaching the top, she hurried down the hallway and burst into view.

She froze, her fiery hair spilling about her face. She was shorter than any of us, petite like a girl, her breasts the smallest of all our mothers. But she had this flirty naughtiness about her, always a wicked smile on her face while her green eyes always twinkled like she was thinking something naughty.

Or maybe I was projecting horny lusts on her.

“What is going—”

“You are a slut, Mrs. Woodham!” I snarled, the pain stabbing into my brain. “You’re a mommy-whore that craves her son’s cock and all his friends’, too. You want my dick fucking you. Your pussy gets wet doing anything your son wants. Any sexual act. You don’t care what it is so long as it makes him or one of his friends happy.”

Darkness washed across my mind. Blood pounded in my ears. The pain flared, prickling as the woman shuddered. Her petite form quivered as I rewrote her mind, molding her to being a mommy-slut.

“You get off being used by your son and the other members of the Mother Fucking Club!” I growled, slamming my cock down Mrs. Haley’s throat, my balls tightening as I used my power. “Now strip naked!”

“Yes!” she moaned and ripped off her blue-and-white-striped blouse.

My cum erupted down Mrs. Haley’s mouth as the petite, redheaded MILF threw her blouse down to the ground. Her body quivered, her breasts constrained in a pale-yellow bra, a little bow between her two tits. Her red hair spilled about her hair as she quivered, her hands reaching behind her.

I groaned, more of my jizz pumping down Mrs. Haley’s mouth as Mrs. Woodham’s small breasts came into sight, her tits freckled like her face, her nipples hard. Pleasure shot into my mind. Such a rush of power, of lust, spilled through me.

I could do anything.

“Yes!” I snarled as I reveled in the pleasure.

As the last spurt of cum fired down Mrs. Haley’s mouth, Mrs. Woodham unsnapped the tight jean shorts she wore. They molded to her narrow hips. She kept her body fit and tight. I bet she fucked her pilates instructor. The guy deserved that treat for ensuring she had an ass that tight.

I stared at it as she turned and bent over, a yellow thong vanishing between her toned butt-cheeks as she wiggled out of her shorts. My dick, despite just pumping a load down Mrs. Haley’s mouth, ached for more.

I wanted to enjoy that MILF-slut’s ass. I wanted to sodomize another mother.

“Jesus, Mom,” Rick groaned, his dick so hard in his hand as his mother stripped before him.

“Mmm, getting turned on by your mommy-slut?” Mrs. Woodham purred as she hooked the waistband of her thong.

“Yes!” he groaned as she shoved down her thong. The cloth popped out of her rump and revealing a shaved snatch, her labia peeking out pink from her flushed vulva. Her juices already formed, her pussy growing wet.

Just like he commanded.

I ripped my cock from Mrs. Haley’s mouth. “Mom, Mrs. Haley, sixty-nine and love each other,” I growled as I turned to face Mrs. Woodham. “And you, ride your son’s cock hard, Mrs. Woodham. Push him down and mount that cock!”

“Yes!” she moaned as hardly a tingle raced through my mind.

I loved it. I was in control of all the fun, the ringmaster directing all the delights. My mother and Noah’s mom fell into a sixty-nine, my mom on top. They feasted on each other, devouring hot cunt while Mrs. Woodham pushed down her son. Rick didn’t fight as his horny slut-mommy mounted him and grabbed his dick.

“Oh, fuck, yes!” Rick groaned as she impaled her cunt down on his dick. “Mom!”

“Oh, yes, yes, that feels so good!” she moaned. “My son’s dick in my pussy!”

“It’s so wonderful being a mommy-slut,” my mother groaned into Mrs. Haley’s cunt.”

“It is, Joni!” Mrs. Woodham gasped, her tight ass clenching as she rose up her son’s shaft.

I needed that ass wrapped about my dick right this second.

Dick soaked by Mrs. Haley’s saliva, I advanced on the MILF, eager to enjoy my second ass of the night. I loved my powers. I fell to my knees behind her, smacking that rump as it rose and fell on her son’s cock. She threw a look over her shoulder, her face twisted with pleasure.

“Are you going to fuck my ass, Henry?” she moaned.

“Yes, I am,” I grinned. “What do you think about that?”

“I’m a mommy-slut who wants to please my son and his friends,” she moaned.

“Especially me,” I told her. “Me over anyone else.”

“Yes!” she gasped.

“Dude,” Rick groaned. “While she’s fucking me?”

“Yep,” I commanded. “Beg me to fuck your mom’s asshole.”

Prickles raced across my thoughts, knifing into my brain.

“Shit!” Rick grunted. “Oh, shit, man, fuck my mom’s ass. The slut needs it. Her pussy’s so hot about my dick. She’s so wet for it.”

“So wet!” Mrs. Woodham moaned as she rode her son’s dick faster. “Yes, yes, Henry, fuck my ass. I haven’t been DPed in years.”

“Oh, fuck!” Rick groaned.

“You’re another slut who’s learned she needs to be a whore for her son, too,” I groaned, bring my cock to her butt-crack as she slammed down Rick’s shaft.

“Yes!” she moaned. “And for you, Henry!”

“Joder,” grunted Teo. “You are one messed up guy, vato.”

“Yep,” I told him. “Wait until I have your mom gangbanged at college while she’s supposed to be teaching.”

“¡Mierda!” he groaned, squeezing his hard dick.

I found Mrs. Woodham’s asshole. As she slid back up her son’s cock, her anal sphincter pressed against my dick. I groaned as her hot and hungry hole pushed against my dick. She whimpered and groaned. Her entire body shook. Then she gasped as her asshole spread around my shaft. She swallowed my tip into her velvety asshole.

“Yes!” I groaned and thrust in the rest of the way, driving her down her son’s cock.

She felt even tighter than my mom’s asshole. I buried to the hilt in her, my hands reaching around to grasp those small, firm tits of her. I squeezed them while the MILF howled out in rapture. Her back arched as she swiveled her hips, dancing her bowels around my cock.

“Oh, yes, yes, you’re both in me!” she whimpered. “Oh, Rick, your friend’s cock is so huge in my ass! And you… you’re in my pussy again!”

“Yes,” Rick groaned. “Holy shit, Mom! You’re such a slut!”

“I am!” she moaned in that flirty voice.

“You’re so lucky, Terry,” Mrs. Haley gasped. “Ooh, two cocks in your holes. I only took one in my pussy and mouth.”

“You’ll get that treat, Mom,” Noah panted.

“Yes!” she squealed.

I shuddered, the incestuous lust brimming through the room. I drew back my hips, working to find a rhythm with Mrs. Woodham. She moved her hips, swiveling and pumping them as she rode her son’s cock and took mine in her bowels.

My balls smacked into her over and over. I pounded her so hard. I sodomized her with every ounce of passion I had. I jammed my dick into her over and over again. I grunted and groaned, spearing her with my cock again and again.

She felt so incredible wrapped about my dick. Her velvety bowels so tight. We stuffed her full of our dicks. She moaned and shuddered, her back arching, her fiery hair sweeping before me. She kept looking at me over her shoulder, her green eyes twinkling.

“Oh, my god, Henry! I had no idea your cock was so good!” she moaned, her bowels squeezing down on my dick. Then she looked away. “And yours, Rick… Ooh, my little boy has such a big dick!”

“Mom!” Rick groaned. “Jesus, don’t call me that while your riding my cock!”

“Sorry!” she gasped. “But… but… you’re dick… Henry’s cock… You’re both driving me wild.”

“Damn it,” Noah groaned. “That’s so hot.”

Then he darted forward, his glasses slipping off his face. To my shock, he grabbed Mrs. Woodham’s head and rammed his dick into her mouth. I grunted, squeezing the MILF’s tits as she took his cock with ease, not fighting it.

The mommy-slut had all three of her holes plugged tight. She took our cocks like a champion. I shuddered, thrusting even harder, sodomizing her as she moaned and sucked and slurped. Noah grunted, his hands tangled up in her hair as he fucked his dick in and out of her lips.

“Damn, Noah,” Rick groaned. “Oh, damn, you’re just using my mom’s mouth.”

“Such a slut!” Noah panted. “I’ve wanted your mom to suck my dick for so long.”

I grinned, thrusting harder. “The Mother Fucking Club is going to be awesome! We’re going to do so much recruiting at college tomorrow.”

“Yes, vato,” groaned Teo. “Damn, I can’t wait for my mother to get here. Going to treat her like the puta that she is.”

I grinned at him, glad all my friends understood what their moms were.

Nearby, my mom and Mrs. Haley were squealing in lesbian passion as they feasted on each other’s cunts. My dick ached as I plundered Mrs. Woodham’s asshole. I pounded her so hard, my balls tightening as her velvety sheath squeezed and relaxed about my dick.

Downstairs, the front door burst open. I groaned, Mrs. Rojas had finally arrived.

I thrust with all my might into Mrs. Woodham’s asshole as my Hispanic math professor burst into the room. The Hispanic MILF took two steps in then hauled herself short before she collided with the three of us fucking Mrs. Woodham hard. Mrs. Rojas jaw dropped. Her eyes almost fell out of her skull.

“Fuck your son!” I snarled, too caught up in plowing Mrs. Woodham to give her all the instructions. Pain stabbed into my brain, but the pleasure rippling out of my cock held it at bay. “You’re a slut and it makes you so wet to fuck your son! Get naked and do it!”

“Teódulo, mi hombre,” she groaned and charged at him, ripping off her tank top as she darted around us.

“Oh, yes,” Teo groaned, sitting on Noah’s bed, fisting his cock.

“I… I need you in my pussy!” his mother moaned. “I… I…”

“Am a puta,” Teo finished for her as she removed her white bra. Her golden-brown tits spilled out, round and delicious, not the big pair like my mother, but still a sight to behold.

I groaned as I plowed Mrs. Haley’s asshole, my cum rising faster and faster. In moments, Mrs. Rojas had her white shorts off and boring panties falling down her lush thighs. I glimpsed a brown bush between her thighs before she threw herself on her son.

I grunted, ramming my cock hard into Mrs. Woodham’s asshole, watching another mother engulf her son’s cock with her pussy. The incestuous union shot through me. My balls tightened. Such pleasure surged through me.

I erupted into Mrs. Woodham’s asshole as Mrs. Rojas moaned, “Mi hombre is in my pussy! Yes, yes, you’re back in my concha!”

“Mamá!” groaned Teo as the bed creaked. Her tits bounced as she rode him.

I watched, my cum pumping into Mrs. Woodham’s asshole. Such pleasure crashed through me. This was incredible. My friends and our mothers were writhing and gasping in pleasure. Mrs. Rojas’s moans sang through the air as she fucked her son hard.

Noah grunted as he spurted his cum into Mrs. Woodham’s mouth.

“Mom!” groaned Rick. “Oh, Mom, take my cum!”

The MILF bucked between us. As I fired the last blast of cum into her asshole, the pleasure melting my mind, her asshole writhed about me. Her orgasm swept through her as her pussy took her son’s incestuous seed for the first time.

Dizzy pleasure shuddered through me. I ripped out of her asshole. My cum leaked out of her gaping hole, running down to her pussy stuffed with her son’s cock. She gulped down Noah’s cum, moaning about his prick as her orgasm shot through her.

“¡Mierda, Mamá!” grunted Teo.

“Such a big, strong young man!” gasped Mrs. Rojas. “Mi hombre is so huge in me!”

My mom lifted her face from Mrs. Hayes pussy, her lips smeared with cream. Her eyes locked on my dick. “I… I have to clean you off, but I have to keep licking Aubra’s pussy, honey.”

“You two can stop eating cunt,” I commanded.

The moment the words left my mouth, my mom darted at me. She grabbed my hips and engulfed my dick in her mouth. She stared up at me with such brimming desire in her eyes. They sparkled with her lust as she sucked on my dick. She bobbed her mouth up and down my cock, loving the flavor of another woman’s asshole on my dick.

“You are such a slut, Mom,” I told her, stroking through her blonde hair. “I bet you’d even let me breed you… That would make you a real slut.”

She whimpered about my dick as the idea lanced through me. She loved it. She sucked so hard, such a whore for me that she would let me do that ultimate act to her. I shuddered, my balls tightening as moans echoed around the room.

“Oh, Rick, you pumped so much cum into your mommy’s pussy,” she purred, leaning over and kissing him.

“Did Mrs. Woodham give you a nice orgasm, sweetie,” Mrs. Haley asked as Noah rested his head on her breasts. She stroked him, her face smeared with my mother’s pussy cream.

“Yeah,” he panted.

“Fuck, Mamá, ride my dick!” groaned Teo.

“Yes, yes, yes, Teódulo! Such a big, strong, young man! Mi hombre, I’m going to cum on your cock!”

I stared down at my mom. “New rule for the Mother Fucking Club,” I commanded. “Only I get to cum in my mother’s pussy, and all mothers have to stop taking birth control.”

My thoughts prickled.

“Damn, I wanted to cum in your mom’s cunt, vato,” Teo groaned.

“But you get to cum in mine, mi hombre,” whimpered his mother.

“Yes!” he groaned then his face twisted in rapture. “Take it all, Mamá!”

I shuddered, eager to start recruiting to our club.

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Ulrich found it so hot to watch his mother drink her fifth load of cum. She no longer blanched at it. She was eager to guzzle jizz, becoming a slut just like their new god, Henry Archer, commanded. Ulrich’s dick swelled harder as Mark spurted his cum into her pussy.

Jizz ran down his mother’s thighs as Mark ripped out of her, the sixth load, counting Ulrich’s first, she’d taken. Her clothing was rumpled and half ripped off her. Her tits swung free, her nipples pinched and hard.

“Such a slut,” Ulrich groaned as he advanced on her. He looked around at his coworkers. “We need to form our own Mother Fucking Club.”

“Yeah,” Steve nodded. “My mom works in janitorial. She’s had to see the broadcast.”

“Mine’s down in customer service,” Jim said, a big grin on his face, his dick wet with Mrs. Geller’s pussy.

As Ulrich slammed into his mother’s slutty cunt, he grinned. He was eager to enjoy all their mothers, to have gangbangs and orgies in shipping celebrating their new God’s amazing revelations. Other members of the institutes could follow Maria Talon’s or Randy Lyon’s or the other’s commands, but here in shipping, they all wanted to fuck slutty mothers.

“Oh, Ulrich, yes,” his mother groaned as her sloppy cunt squeezed down on his dick. “Mmm, Wade, I think its your turn to fuck my mouth. I need to drink more cum!”

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The next day, I was ready to make my announcement for the Mommy Slut Club. My first class was math taught by Mrs. Rojas. I’d used her, and all the mothers, hard last night. Our orgy went late, but I wasn’t feeling the lack of sleep at all. I buzzed with energy.

It was a side-effect of the Halo, along with the increased sexual stamina. Unlike my friends, I didn’t need second winds, though they were all surprised by how many times they got it up, too. We used our mothers hard and left them all dripping in cum. Only mine fired into my mother’s pussy.

My friends only got to use her asshole and mouth.

“Okay, Henry has a special announcement,” Mrs. Rojas said. She stood at the front of the class in a provocative outfit, a tight pencil skirt that hugged her lush ass and clung to her golden-brown thighs. Her legs were lush and toned. Her blouse had a plunging cut to it, showing off her delightful cleavage. Her breasts moved and swayed, unencumbered by any bra, her nipples two hard points.

All the guys in class were sitting with eager looks on their faces, watching her every movement like a pack of hungry dogs. All the girls didn’t care. They were all so boring. They lacked the maturity of older women. I never paid attention to them.

Probably because they never paid attention to me.

Ideas flitted through my head, but that wasn’t the point of today. Today was to recruit for the Mommy Slut Club. I wanted to fuck more MILFs. I wanted to enjoy every hot mom I could. I wanted them all to be whores for their sons, sucking their cocks, gobbling their cum, getting bred even.

My dick throbbed in my pants.

I faced my fellow classmates. This would hurt. I knew it would, but it had to be done. I had to give them all the commands to make the changes I wanted. I hated the writhe of fear twisting through my guts. Why should I be nervous at all?

I controlled people.

“I’m starting a new club,” I said. “The Mother Fucking Club.”

Outburst exploded from the students. A few guys cheered while more than a few girls hissed and booed and called me a “fucking pervert.” They glanced at Mrs. Rojas, calling on her as I raised up my hands.

“Quiet, quiet,” she purred. “Henry is talking. You have to listen to him.”

“Yes, be quiet until I’m done talking,” I commanded, my thoughts buzzing. I winced at the sweep of fire across my thoughts. I needed to be careful about my orders. If it old them to be quiet, they might never speak again. “Now, Mrs. Rojas is already a member. Show them, slut.”

“Yes, I am,” she moaned as she unbuttoned her blouse.

The guys all tensed, leaning forward, such hunger in their eyes. If they could make sounds, I knew they’d be groaning in awe as Mrs. Rojas bared those lush tits. They shook and jiggled, my dick growing so hard as she thrust her shoulders back, her tits bouncing at the class. Girls shook their heads, some of them trying to work their mouths, to make noise.

Clarissa stood up.

“Everyone sit down until I’m finished,” I commanded.

Clarissa sat back down, her eyes wide with panic. Other girls were shaking their heads, wiggling in their seats. Tears brimmed in their eyes while the guys salivated. Mrs. Rojas turned around, wiggling her ass at them as she unzipped her pencil skirt.

She bent over, giving them the perfect view of her ass and pussy, now shaved of any hair like a proper slut, as she drew down her skirt. She wore no panties beneath. Mommy-sluts didn’t need panties. Her pussy lips were swollen with arousal. Her juices glistened on her plump, golden-brown vulva.

“I’m such a slut,”she moaned. “For my son. For Henry. For their friends. And I can be a slut for you. If you join the club.”

Guys were nodding. Some were trying to rise, their faces so horny.

I smiled at them, my dick aching. “Everyone who wants to join the Mother Fucking Club, line up,” I ordered, “on the condition that joining means you have to bring your mother to a special “conference” tonight where I’ll fuck them all. They’ll be my slut, everyone’s slut. They’ll be gangbanged by every guy whose a member of the club.

“Further, every guy in here wants his mother to bea slut.”

My thoughts burned hard. The room swam around me as heads nods. Then the exodus began. The guys burst from their seats, freed by my new commands, all accepting the conditions to join my club, all so eager to surrender their mothers to be fucked hard like the sluts they were.

“Okay,” I said. “Girls, you’ll never complain about this ever. You think this is okay. You can study or watch the gangbang. I don’t care.” I turned as Greg was the first to ram his cock into Mrs. Rojas’s cunt.

The teacher gasped out in delight as he filled her.

“Henry,” a girl said. “I have a question.”

I turned to see Cherry standing up in the back. The Korean girl had a round face with delicate cheekbones. If there was one girl I masturbated to the most at my school, it was Cherry. Usually, it was my mom I stroked off to, or one of my friends, but variety with the spice of life, and I had jerked off to Cherry’s lush lips and perky tits before.

“Yeah?” I asked.

“Can girls join?” she asked. “I have a mom? I’d love to see her become a slut.”

To be continued…

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Here’s some of what you’ve been asking for. the exchange student is right around the corner.

MY SISTER & THE EXCHANGE STUDENT PART 6 SECRETS

Rach told mom she wasn’t feeling well, and was skipping dinner and going to bed early. I felt guilty, thinking I pushed her too much at the mall. I checked the webcam; she had left it on, so I at least knew she wasn’t mad at me. With her computer still on her bedside table, I could see her hair splayed across her pillow. Her face was turned away, so I couldn’t tell if she was sleeping, or just not moving much. I couldn’t stand the thought that I had caused her pain. I went to her door; opening it silently, I crept through, and closed it behind me.

Rach was lying in her bed, wearing one of my old t-shirts as a nightgown. “Rach? Are you O.K.? I asked as loudly as I dared; wanting to keep this visit from our mom.

She shifted in bed, and groggily lifted her head. “Hey” she said long and dreamily.

Taking that as a sign I was welcome, I went to her, and sat on the edge of her bed, near her feet. “Mom said you were sick” the concern evident in my voice.

“I was just so tired. I’ve never cum that much, or that hard in my life” she continued dreamily.

Feeling relieved, I put my hand on her calf, the closest part of her body, and, giving it a squeeze, said “I’m glad you’re O.K.”

“You got my message?” she asked, waking up a bit more.

“Yep” I chirped, “I’ll try to live up to your trust in me.” I finished, smiling.

She sat up, and pulled down her sheets. “See?” she said lifting up her shirt, clearly happy to have our toy on, and eager for me to appreciate her for it.

“I should have woken you up that way.” I kidded, pulling the remote from my pocket, where I had decided it would live forever.

“Please no more tonight” she said, exhaustedly flopping backwards, not bothering to pull up her sheets, or pull down her shirt. “My whole body aches like I ran a marathon.”

“Do you want a massage?” I asked, then added “no funny business, I promise” Showing her the remote returning to my pocket.

“That would be wonderful” she said luxuriously stretching.

Swimming being a co-ed sport, I had given, and received many massages from girl teem-mates at meets, so I had developed a pretty good technique. After turning her over, and having her remove her shirt, I gave her a full body, deep tissue massage. Rach ooed, and groaned, clearly enjoying it. If I spent a little extra time on her butt, no one could blame me. When I was done, she gave me a big hug, and pulled me down to lay with her.

“Stay for a while, please” Rach cooed, dragging out the “please” like a kid asking for candy.

I spooned her. Rach held my arm to her with both of hers, and nestled back into me, like I was a big teddy bear. I was proud of myself that I refrained from growing a woody. It was nice to just lay there, skin on skin. With the smell of her hair so sweet, I fell asleep to blissful dreams.

I woke up with a start, panicked that I had overslept. I glanced around the room to find a clock. Finally spotting it, I saw it was 5:30am. Practice was starting right now, I thought, starting to freak. I endeavored to sooth my distress, rationalizing that I was way ahead on my attendance quota, and I would do extra running today to make up for it. Gently slipping from Rach’s bed, I locked the door just in case mom was collecting for laundry, (the only time she came upstairs) and returned to Rach.

When I woke later, it was to Rach’s panicked whisper “Jake…Jake…you’re missing practice.”

“I know” I said yawning “it was worth it.”

“You aren’t going to get in trouble?” she asked doubtfully. “Oh, Coach will ask me why I wasn’t there.” I said blithely. “Should I tell him?” I asked, smiling at Rach.
She punched me lightly in the chest. “Maybe you should” she said smiling back, and laying back down, putting her head where she had just punched me, she laid her leg across mine, and slid it slowly up and down.

“Now don’t start something you don’t intend to finish” I joked.

We laid there a while, quietly. “Jake?” Rach said, breaking the silence; concern in her voice. “I don’t know how long we can keep this a secret. I keep wanting to tell someone how happy I am.”

“Well” I said thinking, “it has to stay a secret from mom and dad. Is there anyone who you really, really, really trust?”

“You” Rach offered.

“Well I already know.” I said, smiling in spite of myself.

“I think I can trust Sharon. Besides, she told me about stuff she did with her cousin.” Rach mused.

I tried to think of Sharon’s cousins. I had met some at her pool before. The only boy cousin I knew, Timmy, was two years younger than me, making him 12. “Timmy?” I asked skeptically.

“No, Denise.” Rach answered.

“Wow!” blurted from me, remembering Denise. She was older, maybe 18; a tall and skinny blond girl with a tattoo on her hip (I had masturbated to her also). “I need to spend more time over at that pool.” I said joking (mostly joking).
She shoved me with her hip, silently telling me to watch it. “I think you should tell her then.” I offered.

Rach sat up, “Really?” she asked, both incredulous and hopeful.

“Well you know about her and Denise. You’ve got insurance” I said, still trying to imagine Sharon and Denise.

“That’d be great” she said, and I realized, Rach wasn’t asking for advise, she was asking for consent. It was our secret, and she didn’t feel right telling someone without us both agreeing to it. “Do you want to tell someone?” she asked, a bit nervous.

“Sure” I said, “I’ll tell Denise” I added, earning me another push from Rach’s hip. “Why did Sharon tell you about Denise?” I added, still picturing them, and eager to for more info to help the images swirling through my brain.

“Oh…Well…She…um” Rach trailed off. I sat up too, my curiosity peaking, and turned to face Rach. I noticed she was looking down at her hands, obviously embarrassed.

“Rach?” I said, trying to coax her past her embarrassment. “She was telling me how much fun it was with a girl, she umm, wanted to, have…fun with me too.” Rach said, finishing quickly, still looking down at her hands.

“Really? Did you have ‘fun’?” I asked, my excitement showing. She looked up at me, and smiling a small smile, nodded her head.

“If you tell me about it, I won’t have to use one of my slave hours to get it out of you.” I said, lecherously. Rach giggled, embarrassed and maybe a little exited to share it with me.

“O.K., Let me see.” She said, clearly getting ready for a story. I laid back down, and settled myself for her tale. Rach lay on top of me, straddling my left leg. Setting her hands on my chest, and her chin on her hands, she looked at me, clearly interested in my reactions, and started her story.
“About two years ago, we were in her Jacuzzi. We were both getting off on the jets. Afterwards, Sharon asked if I’d had someone go down on me yet. I told her no, and asked if she had. She said she had had a couple of people do it. I asked how it was. Sharon said that the first time was Tyler Stevens, a boy from our class that she went with for a while. She said it was weird; he licked her like he was lapping water. She said the second time she got “eaten out’ she called it, it was amazing, better than the Jacuzzi. I asked who did it. She said it was a girl. I was surprised. I tried to think of which of our friends did it to her. I asked if it was Karen, or Nicole. I knew they both liked girls. She said no, and I thought she wasn’t going to tell me. Then she just kinda blurted out ‘Denise’.”

I shifted a little, giving my cock room to grow, and Rach giggled a little. “Get to the good stuff” I said impatiently.

“O.K. O.K., be patient.” She giggled some more, then continued. “So I asked why it was so good. She said it was like Denise knew what she liked. Sharon got up on the edge of the Jacuzzi and showed me her pussy. I’d seen it of course. We’d been swimming naked and using the Jacuzzi together for a while.”

My cock was at full strength by now, and cramped in my shorts. I reached down with my right hand, and undid my shorts. My cock sprang free, landing on the side of Rach’s left butt cheek. She looked over her shoulder, and giggled “Someone’s enjoying my story.”

“So she was showing me her pussy, and trying to explain. I wasn’t getting it. Sharon told me to sit on the edge of the Jacuzzi too. I thought she was going to keep explaining, but when I got up on the edge, she got back in, and came over to me. ‘Let me show you?’ she asked.”

My dick throbbed and bounced on Rach’s ass. Rach ground her crotch on my hip a little, getting turned on too, either from the story, or from the affect the story was having on me, or both. Rach continued, slight huskiness creeping into her voice “I wasn’t sure what to say. I guess my curiosity won out, cuz I said ‘O.K.’ It was strange at first. I’d never thought of Sharon that way, but she must have learned a lot from Denise; it felt so good.”

She had growled “good”, through her teeth, and pushed her pussy into my hip bone hard. I put my left hand on her right ass cheek, and squeezed. Through the distraction, Rach continued breathily, “I came really suddenly, and Sharon was so nice, I wasn’t nervous about it anymore. We’ve done it a bunch since then” Rach finished.

I was putting things together in my head. “Didn’t you have a sleep-over last year at Sharon’s, with Denise?” I asked, retracing my memory. I continued in a rush as my brain caught up “I remember, because mom sent me over to get you the next day, and I had to go around to the front door, because you guys weren’t outside. You wouldn’t open the door. And then when you did, they were standing behind you giggling. I remember that too, because I thought you were all making fun of me.” “But you weren’t making fun of me” I offered, understanding blossoming. “I interrupted you guys while you were…” I trailed off, hardly believing my reasoning.

Rach smiled guiltily and nodded. “You want to know the best part?” she said, leading me. “Sharon had her finger in my pussy while I was talking to you. That’s why they were giggling.” Rach finished with another hard grind into my hip.

“I can’t take much more Rach” I said, “My dick is so hard it’s killing me.”

She reached back, and squeezed it with her left hand. “I wish it was killing me” she said, looking at me seriously.

“Really? Do you mean…” I trailed off as Rach nodded. She sat up on her knees, and popping our toy out, discarded it, and straddled me. She leaned forward, putting her hands to either side of my head; her beautiful torso hanging suspended over me.

“Can I?” Rach asked hopefully.

“YES!” I answered. “But I need to pull out before I cum.”

Without answering me, Rach reached between her legs and grabbed me. She backed up, and I felt the warmth, and wetness of her pussy on the head of my cock. She moved it up and down her pussy, teasing us both. As Rach backed up, I felt my head pushing her apart. Slowly, she pushed back harder; her hand shaking, still holding my cock to her. In an instant, I felt the head of my dick enveloped. It was so much more intense than anything I had experienced; I grabbed the bed, holding myself from floating away. I looked up at Rachel, my beautiful sister, hovering over me. Her face was a mixture of shock, pleasure and pain. Breathing deeply, she lowered herself slowly onto me.

I felt the tightness of her pussy pressing against my cock; resisting her advance. Rach continued slowly lowering herself onto me. Then, with most of my cock wrapped tightly by Rach’s amazing pussy, I felt pressure on the end of my dick. Rach froze, and staying still, quivering slightly. She held herself there, completely filled by me, for a few seconds, and then after one more deep breath she started to move. At first her movements were slow and deliberate. An inch up, and back down, and again an inch, and again.

Her speed gradually increased, and our eyes locked, as her breathing shortened. Her eyes turned fierce, as she continued to build speed, and gradually, she rose higher, and came down harder. I grabbed her ass, pulling her onto me. Her breath, now gasps, ended with a squeak. I was not able to last any longer, and warned “Rach I’m gona cum!”

She lifted her ass up popping her pussy from around me, and jumped back on the bed, grabbing my cock. Before she could lower her mouth onto me, my first jet of cum sprayed up into her face. Her lips enveloped me, and I bucked my hips into her, sinking deep into her mouth. I came hard into her, grunting with each release.

As my thrusts diminished, and I came back down, all I could think of was that I NEEDED to make her cum too. With adrenaline surging through me, I slid up in her bad, yanking my dick from her hand and mouth. Rach looked at me, a question in her eyes, as I got off the bed. I grabbed her, and spun her away from me.

Seeing her ass in the air propelled me into action. I aimed my dick into her, and thrusting deep, filled her; but that was for me. I knew what she needed. I angled downward with my dick, aiming for the spongy spot that would make her go insane. It was harder to feel with my dick than my fingers, but I knew when I hit it.

Her back arched, and she grunted, and I knew I was home. I slammed that spot, and her grunts turned into whines. Holding her hips, I pulled her into my thrusts, powering into her. Rach’s whines silenced, and I was about to change my aim, when I felt her pussy clamp down, and at the same time, push my dick, as if it was trying to eject me. My hold on her hips kept her up as her legs went straight, her knees coming off the bed.

I held her there, forcing my dick to remain buried as her legs shook violently at my sides. Finally I heard her take deep gasp of air, and her whole body convulsed. I managed to keep hold of her hips, but barely, as every muscle in her body contorted her. Her flailing ended abruptly and she melted, quivering on the bed, occasional spasms causing her legs to jump feebly. I lay down on top of her prone body, nestling my dick, coated in her cum, between her ass cheeks, and held her there till her spasms ceased.

“Was that your first time?” Rach panted.

“Uhu” I panted back. “Sorry I came so quick; but it felt so good inside you.”

“You were great.” She dismissed my concern. “I was worried I wouldn’t be able to take you. But I did it.” She continued proudly. “That as my first time too.” she admitted.

“Well you were great too” I said. Flexing her ass against my dick, she smiled sweetly over her shoulder “Thanks Big Bro.”

I rolled off of her, and onto my back. Rach put her head back on my chest. We laid there for a while, luxuriating in our shared, post-cum high.

Rach fell asleep, but I, wanting to get my run out of the way before the morning cool was replaced by the daytime heat, reluctantly slid out from under my sleeping sister, and snuck to my room to change into my running gear. As I changed, I left Rach a msg on the computer. “Gone for a long run. Be back by 10:30.” I got on my bike, and started the 5 mile bike to the park where I liked to run.

When I returned home, Rach was gone. She had left me a msg. “I told Sharon!!! OMG I was nervous. Had some errands. Be back by 12. LUV U”

I sat and stared at her last 2 words. “She loves me” I thought, overcome with pleasure and undeserved gratitude that I was on the receiving end of this angel’s love. I went and took a much needed shower, reveling in my sister’s love.
Dad was coming back today and I had yet to mow the lawn. Knowing it was worth the work to keep him from harping about it all through dinner; out I went, in shorts and sneakers, the “Rach Remote” in my pocket as always.

As I was tackling the back yard, I saw Sharon peek up over the fence, and wave at me. “Oh God” I thought to myself. She knows. And then I thought “she’s probably naked behind that fence”. Without any thought of being unfaithful to Rach, (I wasn’t sure what our relationship demanded, but it felt like it would be wrong) I tuned off the mower, and walked over to Sharon. “Hay Jake” she said tauntingly. “Hi Sharon” I returned.

She was standing on the fence rail on her side, putting her above me. Weather because, being my height, I was unused to people looking down on me, or because I felt particularly vulnerable with the situation, I climbed up on the fence rail on our side, bringing me close, and raising me above Sharon. Glancing casually down, I saw that my assumption was correct; she was on her tiptoes, bare ass to the world.

I had been naked with her for hours at her pool, but somehow this was different. Maybe because Rach wasn’t here, she seemed more appealing. I looked more blatantly, feeling no shame; after all, she had looked at my dick just as blatantly at the Jacuzzi.

Sharon bounced slightly on her toes, bringing my eyes up to her breasts. They trembled with her motion, her nipples writing in the air. Seeming at least unconcerned, and at most happy, with my unveiled ogling, she said knowingly “I heard you had fun this morning”.

Feeling myself laid bare, I attempted to even the score. “Well you’ve been having fun with Rach for a while. It was my turn.” I quipped. That set her aback.

The score being evened now, I attempted to turn the conversation more neutral. “So, do you know where Rach went?”

Sharon gigged, and springing off the fence, walked away; her naked but bouncing. She looked over her shoulder, one of Rach’s evil grins on her face, and said “you’ll see.”

That teaser kept me preoccupied as I worked to finish the lawn. Sharon was obviously in the know, and seemed excited by it. There was just no figuring it out. I resigned myself to being patient, and waiting till Rach returned.

I finished my work, and was in the kitchen pouring myself some lemonade to cool off, when I heard Rach’s jeep pull alongside our house. I poured a second glass, and went out onto the patio in the back yard.

“Rach, I’m back here” I yelled, sitting in one of the chairs under the awning. Rach rounded the corner. She was wearing her “Bite Me” shorts (little pink shorts with “Bite Me” in big white letters across her ass), and a tank top that ended 3 or 4 inches from the shorts.

“Wow, you look good enough to eat” I said getting to my feet. She skipped over to me, and dropping her bag, jumped onto me, her legs wrapping around my waist.

“So do you, Big Bro” she cooed, and we kissed, me holding her ass to keep her from slipping. As our kiss subsided, I sat down, bringing Rach with me onto my lap.

“I brought you lemonade” I said, gesturing to her glass.

“Thanks,” she said sweetly, bending to recover her drink.

Sitting back up, and looking slightly down at me, she turned more serious. “We need to talk.” She pronounced.

“That’s never good” I responded, feeling a cloud coming.

“No, no, it’s nothing bad, really!” She interjected, attempting to assuage my evident worry. “I told Sharon about this morning.” She said, a bit guiltily.

“I know, she told me.” I returned, and now it was Rach’s turn to look worried.

“You talked? What about?” she asked, concern furrowing her pretty brow.

“Just that she heard about last night, and you were out on an errand that ‘I’d find out about’ when you got home.” I offered, seeing her worry fade some, but not completely.

“Oh good.” She said, clearly gathering herself for something. “Sharon thinks it’s hot, you and me” she started, “but she was bummed, because she wanted to um…get with you.”
I responded “I’d never do that to you Rach.”

“I know. You’re sweet.” She said quickly, indicating I should shut up and listen. “We came up with a way she could kinda have you” she continued, “but not really” she added, seeing slight alarm on my face. “I picked up this” she said, bending over to retrieve the bag she had brought. She put the bag between us, and opened it for me to look inside. I peered into the bag. All I could see was 1 good sized plastic carton, the kind of packaging on stuff that makes it impossible to open. I reached in and lifted the package, seeing the nervousness on Rach’s face. I read “Dildo Molding Kit, Size Large.”

Speechless, I looked to Rach, encouraging her to explain. “See” she said, pointing to the picture of a man holding his dick in one hand, and an exact copy dildo in the other. “This way, she can have part of you” she giggled a little on the word “part”, “and you don’t have too…” she trailed off, her look of worry returning. I sat there, trying to catch up; to make my brain wrap around the concept.

“I guess it’s sorta flattering.” I finally responded cautiously, seeing Rach’s face light up.

“You’ll do it then?” Rach piped, bouncing on my lap. “Sure, why not.” I conceded.
Rach pulled the bag from between us, and pressed herself to me. We made out, Rach grinding her hips into the bulge in the front of my shorts. I slipped my hand in my pocket, and pushed the clit button once. She jumped; a surprised naughty smile lit her face.

“You are bad” she scolded.

“Can we do it now?” Rach asked, looking at the package.
“O.K.” I answered, and hopping off my lap, grabbing the bag in one hand, and my hand, in the other, she led me into the house, and up to the bathroom. She managed to get the package open, and read the instructions, while I sat, seemingly forgotten on the edge of the tub.

Working like a scientist absorbed in her experiment, I watched her ass moving as she worked at the sink. “In about 5 minutes, I’m gona need you.” she said preoccupied.

“Then I need you right now.” I answered her, feeling left out.

She turned to me “I’m sorry sweetie, I’m ignoring you aren’t I?” she said, coming over to me, and bending at the waist to kiss me.
“I’m just sayin” I muttered between kisses, “if you want somthin to mold, you gota work for it.” “Besides, don’t you want Sharon to know, every time she uses ‘me’, you’re the one who got me that way?” I chided, when our kiss ended.

“I know” she said brightly, and she pulled off her top, and turned her ass to me wiggling it in my face.

I bit her butt, not hard, but enough for her to squeal. “I’m just following directions” I joked, and then I slowly pulled down her shorts, gradually revealing her perfect ass. She continued wiggling as I lowered her shorts.

“That better?” she asked, turning to me, her butt continuing to wiggle, as she smiled innocently. It was hard to believe her face and writhing naked body were connected.

“Much” I said, my eyes now on her swaying hips.

Rach returned to her experiment, but continued to move her ass and hips while she worked. “She is really talented” I thought, following every move of her body. Finally, she turned back to me. “It’s time for your big cock” she said, looking expectantly at my crotch. “It says you need to be wet” she said, coming to me, her hips swaying.
“Let me see” she commanded, and I stood, and dropped my shorts, revealing my prized possession. Rach steered me onto the closed lid of the toilet, and pushed me down. Turning her ass to me, she bent over. I could see her pussy and asshole, slick with her juice; the toy still firmly in place over her clit.
Her hand reached to remove the toy. I stopped her. “No, leave it” I said, having picked up on just how she planned on getting my dick wet. She looked back at me, smiling evilly, and sank slowly onto me. As she I slid into her, I could feel the egg, pressed up against her little sponge. It gave way to me, and we passed, two strangers in a beautiful night. She sank all the way, landing softly on my lap, her knees wobbling.

“I’m so full” she gasped, as I reached for the pocket of my shorts. I retrieved the remote, as she started to slowly rise. I held her waist, remote in hand, and let her rise till I felt myself pass the egg again, then I held her there, and turned it on to 2. Rach immediately began to shudder. I pulled her down again, feeling an electric jolt, as the egg rubbed down the underside of my cock. It felt amazing. I quickly pulled her down all the way to sit in my lap, then holding her down, turned both vibes to 3.

“Oh, god” Rach managed to sputter helplessly, her body shaking. Within seconds Rach screamed, high pitched and earsplitting, and I felt her pussy clamp onto me like a vise. She struggled uselessly to get up, my hold on her, and her flailing legs ensuring she remained. She gasped for air and screamed again, and I felt a gush of liquid flow over my lap, as her pussy throbbed around me. She flailed, uncontrolled, her beautiful, tan, tight body slithering against my sweaty chest.

With a final scream, more feeble than the last, she convulsed uselessly one final time, and then passed out, my hold on her, and my dick, the only thing keeping her from falling to the floor. Knowing she would be O.K., and feeling her pussy continue to rhythmically squeeze my cock, I held her against my chest, my arms wrapped around her, and let her pussy finish. After another 30 seconds or so, she finally stopped milking me, and I turned off the vibes, and gently lifted her off my cock.

Setting her gently on the floor, I dutifully, completed my sister’s mad experiment. Placing my rigid and, now thanks to Rach, dripping wet dick onto one side of the mold she had prepared, and sandwiched it with the other side.

Standing at the bathroom sink, my dick encased in the mold, I casually read the instructions. “Must form for 5 minutes. Do not move or become un-erect.” Looking at Rach, laying on the floor naked, covered in her own cum from the waist down, I knew I would have no problem following the directions.

Finishing with the mold, I extricated myself, and picking up Rachel, climbed in the tub. I easily arranged her little body in tandem with mine, and ran the bath, filling it with gently warm water, Rach lying back against my chest.

She gradually came too. “Stop making me cum so hard” she managed to say after a few minutes. There was no anger in it, it was more like exasperation.

I washed her as she lay there limp, her trust in me somewhat overwhelming. Finally, after 15 minutes or so, she had recovered enough to get, although shakily, to her feet. I dried off, and helped Rach to dry off, then showed her the mold.

“It’s beautiful” she commented on seeing the impression I had made.

“Will that satisfy Sharon?” I asked wryly over her shoulder.

“Oh yea, this will do it” she beamed, sounding sure, and maybe proud.

Rach still had to pour the silicon gue into the mold, so I left her to it. I pulled on my shorts, and headed for my room to get a shirt. As I got to my closet, I heard the back door open. “Kids, I’m home” I heard my father say (he thought that was funny), and I heard the bathroom door close.

As I passed the bathroom on my way to greet our father, I whispered “I’ll tell him you’ll be down in a minute.” And then added “no replacing me in there” and hearing her giggle, walked down the stairs to welcome my father home.

END PART 6

CUM BACK FOR MORE 😉

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What it takes for Tess to become one of the Pool girls.

Tess was ecstatic to be settled into her own apartment. She had grown up in a small town, and had been looking forward to finally living in a bigger city. After finishing two years at a local community college, she had packed her things and made the big move.

Now came the hard part, finding a job. Her only lead was a long shot, a cousin of her best friend from high school. The friend had spoken to her cousin Alice about Tess, and Alice called Tess. They had spoken several times, and Tess had told her about her life, her expectations, and her education. Alice had lived in the city for two years. She promised to help, and told Tess to call her after she had found an apartment.

Now that she was officially a big city girl, Tess called Alice to let her know that she was in town, and was looking for a job.

“You’re in luck, girl!” Alice said. “I found a great job about three months ago, and they need another girl. Call this number right now and speak to Alexis Stone. She’ll set up your interview.”

After a brief call to Alexis, the interview was set for 10AM tomorrow. Tess was a little nervous. All she really knew about the job was that it involved secretarial work mixed with assorted office tasks. She was confident that she could do the work, but like most people, job interviews tended to intimidate her.

The next morning, after her shower/hair/makeup routine, Tess caught a side view of her nude body in the bedroom mirror. She turned and took a long look at herself, and did a slow spin. She had to admit that she looked damned good. Her long dark hair hung past her shoulders, and nicely surrounded her face. Her big green eyes had long lashes, her nose was straight and tidy, her lips were full, and she had a great smile. Her breasts were a nice C cup, full but not so big as to be in the way. A trim tummy curved into just the right sized hips, and her long legs could always turn heads.

She drifted into thought. Her last boy friend had asked her to shave her pussy, and she was convinced that she’d never let it grow again. She loved the smooth feel. Too bad that he’d been so self centered! She had stopped seeing him and didn’t regret it. The day she dumped him she had purchased her first vibrator, and it had been her only lover since. She’d have to find somebody, if not for love at least for the sex.

At ten o’clock Tess was shown to Alexis’s office, and told that Alexis would be there shortly. As she waited, she saw a stunning young woman through the glass wall overlooking the main office. The girl had beautifully styled blond hair, and a slightly stern expression made sharper by her almost cat eyed glasses. But then she smiled, and the stern look gave way to a gorgeous face, Her tight business suit showed large firm breasts and a trim, curvy figure. “Wow”, thought Tess, “if she’s the competition for men around here, I’ll need to look my best.”

The girl entered the office and said, “Hi, you must be Tess, I’m Alexis.” Tess stood and extended her hand. ” Nice to meet you Alexis. I am indeed Tess. Thanks for seeing me today.”

” My pleasure. Now, Alice told me that she has spoken to you, and she explained that you are best friends with her cousin. She also told me about your background and your schooling. I’m pretty sure that you can handle the job, so why don’t I explain what we do here and you can ask questions as we go?”

Alexis explained that the company was quite large, and occupied two floors of this building. They also had two other offices in the city. Each of the executives had their own personal assistant, but they needed a floating group of people that could fill in as needed, anywhere that they were needed. This group, which they called the “Pool” , consisted of six people, which all happened to be girls. They filled in for the executive assistants as needed, and were also responsible for everything from office supplies to running errands to pitching in with big business projects. Alexis then explained the pay structure. Sometimes the hours were long, but they were paid overtime. What they needed was a team player who was sharp as a tack and wasn’t too full of ego to sometimes get her hands dirty.

” I’m the leader of the Pool, and one of the six. I’d be your supervisor. Any questions?

Tess thought for a moment and said, ” No, you’ve explained it quite well.”

“So what do you think, are you interested? Do you want to be our new Pool girl?” asked Alexis with a sexy grin.

“I’d love to be your new Pool girl! ” answered Tess and matched with her own full grin.

“Great! That was easy. I’ll see you Monday morning at 8AM in this office. You can shadow me for the day, meet the other girls, and start to learn your way around this place.”

Tess squealed an excited thank you, and with a handshake they said goodbye. As she stepped outside, she smiled wide and felt that she had finally left the small town behind.

On Monday Tess wore her best, and tightest, business outfit, and met Alexis in her office. Tess was shown her desk and computer, then she and Alexis were on their feet most of the morning meeting people and running around. She met the other four Pool girls. She had spoken to Alice on the phone several times, but had never met her. Alice was a tall, thin, very pretty red head. Jackie was short and curvy with a quick laugh and an infectious smile. Liz was about Tess’s size,(they could probably wear each other’s clothes) and had dark hair and full lips like Tess. Carli was a little more “urban”, with spiky short blond hair, a few piecing on each ear, and a thin, runner’s body.

When lunch time came, the “Pool” girls all went out together. The girls insisted on buying, saying that it was a tradition to welcome the new girl. They had a great time talking and laughing, and by the time they left they had all become friends.

By two-thirty, things had slowed down, and Tess was back at her desk. Alexis had emailed her a bunch of things to read, and Tess had read about half of them when her company Instant Message window popped open. It was Alexis. “Take the elevator to the basement and meet me there. I need to show you something.” “OK, see you there,” Tess responded.

Tess rode down, and Alexis met her by the elevator in the basement . Alexis smiled and said “There is a supply and storage room that the we rent to store all of our office stuff. You’ll need to come down here sometimes. Here’s your key, please don’t lose it. Follow me.” She lead Tess as they snaked through a series of corridors until they came to a room marked with the company logo. Alexis used her key, opened the door, and lead Tess into a big room. There were piles of boxes containing office supplies near the door, and old couches, tables, desks and chairs toward the back. Tess was surprised to see that the rest of the Pool girls were all there. Alexis closed the door.

Before Tess could ask what was going on, Alexis started to speak.

“Tess, every month, and every time the we bring a new girl into the group, I like to have a private meeting down here with the entire group. Since we are in and out of the office so much, I want us to have a time to just talk and discuss any concerns. Today I have three things to say.”

“First, welcome, Tess! We’re really glad that you joined us. We can all tell that you’ll be a great addition.”

The other four girls all joined in, chattering their welcomes. Then they each stepped close, and one at a time gave Tess a warm hug and a kiss on the cheek. Tess felt her eyes getting wet with tears. “Thank you all so much, I don’t know what to say! I’m new in town and I need some new friends. I already feel that I’ve made five great ones!”

The girls all came in closer again and touched Tess’ arms and shoulders as they voiced their support. Alice pulled a tissue out, and tenderly dried Tess’s cheeks then handed her the tissue.

After a few moments, Alexis spoke again.

“The second thing I want to say is this,Tess. We all work long hours, and that cuts into our personal lives. So, we all pitch in to help each other personally. If Liz’s got a date and needs to leave early, we cover for her. If Jackie needs a Monday off after a travel weekend we all pitch in, even work late, to cover for her.” Alexis gave a lopsided grin and continued.”If I get lucky on a week night and need to come in at noon the next day, we cover each other. And, we’ll gladly do the same for you,”

Tess quickly responded ,” Oh, absolutely, please girls,, if I can help in any way, please just ask.”

Alexis continued. “We know that, we can tell even after knowing you so short a time. And now the third thing. This is a little more personal yet. We have to get you into the right frame of mind to hear this part. Girls?”

All five girls closed on Tess and grabbed her arms. They pulled her over to a table near the back of the room. Tess could see that the long table was padded, and had hooks and clips around the edges. Tess started to panic as the girls easily tossed her on the table on her back and held her down.

Alexis leaned over Tess, and touched her hand to Tess’s cheek.

“Don’t fight us Tess, we’re not going to hurt you! We like you! But we have to do this before I tell you the last thing. Just relax and trust us. Please.”

Tess started to relax a little. Suddenly, she felt a padded handcuff snap on each wrist and her arms were immobilized above her head. She started to kick, but two girls grabbed each leg and pushed her feet up near her ass. A cuff snapped around each ankle. At the same time, Alexis pulled a wide leather strap across her mid section, and tightened her hips to the table top. The girls step back while Tess screamed and frantically tried to break free.

Alexis returned and put her hand back on Tess’s cheek. “Relax, honey, and let me explain. Please relax, Tess. I promise that we won’t hurt you. Please trust us, please relax. Please, just listen to what I have to say.”

Tess stopped fighting. She knew that she couldn’t get away. She spat out the words “Alright Alexis. This is really fucked up, but I guess I have no choice. Say what you have to say.”

Alexis took a deep breath and began to speak. “OK, we told you that we’re really glad to have you working with us and we honestly, sincerely meant it.” Alice, Carli, Jackie, and Liz all voiced their agreement as they stepped in close around Tess.

“We also told you that we always help each other to have more full personal lives. We meant that, too, we’ll do anything to help you.” Again the other four voiced their agreement.

“The third thing I told you was even more personal. So, here it is.” She paused, and Tess looked into all five faces. Each girl offered her a smile, and they all had a look in their eyes that Tess couldn’t quite identify. “With the long hours, it’s hard to even get time to masturbate, much less meet guys. We get home dead tired at ten o’clock, and have to be back here at eight in the morning. We’re all young and horny, and we need some sex in our lives.”

“That’s what we use this room for. We’re all straight, and we’re all looking for a guy to spend our life with. But, we have an itch that isn’t getting scratched. So, we come down here and pleasure each other whenever we get the chance. Two of us can sneak down here and not be missed.”

Tess was stunned. “But you said you’re all straight! And you pleasure each other?”

Alice leaned in close to Tess’s face, smiled and whispered “When you’re totally horny, and haven’t been laid in a while, you just want to cum. You don’t care who’s mouth you cum into, you just want to cum. Well, this is the special help that we give to each other.”

Tess was too shocked to speak as she looked again at each girl. Now she recognized the look in their eyes. It was lust. “Look, you girls can do whatever you want and I won’t say a word to anyone. But I’m not a lesbian. I’ve never been with a girl, and I have absolutely no desire to do so.”

After a pause, Alexis answered, “Tess, when was the last time that you got laid?”

Tess blushed and stuttered before she replied. ” I don’t know, I guess its been about six months.”

“Six months?” asked Alexis. “Aren’t you dying for some sex?” Tess didn’t respond.

Alexis continued. “Do you have a vibrator? You must be wearing out a lot of batteries. How often do you masturbate?”

Tess blushed again and didn’t reply. Alexis pulled Tess’s chin so that Tess was looking her in the eye. Tess finally said, “About once a week, I guess. I just got my own apartment, so I don’t really know how much I’ll do it.

Alexis smiled a warm smile at Tess. “God, Tess, you are so beautiful, and so sexy. Don’t you want someone to squeeze your breasts and suck on your sweet nipples?” Alexis slid her hands to Tess’s tits and gently squeezed them through her silk blouse, then rubbed her thumbs over Tess’ hardening nipples. Tess drew in a quick breath.

“Tess, we need someone in the Pool that fits in. I know that you’re not a lesbian, but if you can’t help us out, I’m afraid that you might not be the right person. So, think about it tonight and give me your answer tomorrow.” She gave Tess’s nipples a hard squeeze, and Tess’s eyes closed as she gasped. “We’re going to give you something else to think about.”

Alexis started unbuttoning Tess’s blouse, while Jackie lifted the front of Tess’s skirt to her waist and slid the back up under her butt. Alice quickly brought out scissors, snipped the sides of Tess’s panties, and pulled the remains out from under her. Liz and Carli each grabbed a knee and pulled them wide apart. Alexis unclasped the front of Tess’s bra and pulled her open blouse and bra off to the sides.

Tess blushed in shame as all of the girls stared greedily at her exposed pussy and tits. She opened her mouth to protest, but Alice had already lowered her head to Tess’s pussy and begun to lightly lick her clit. Jackie and Alexis leaned down and each softly took one of her breasts in her hands and began licking and sucking the nipple. Tess screamed loudly as all of the overwhelming emotions burst from her.

It didn’t take long. In just a couple of minutes, Tess’s head was moving from side to side, and she was trying to buck her hips onto Alice’s tongue. She briefly thought about how wrong this was, when suddenly, the slithering tongues brought her to a hard orgasm. Tess howled, shook and shuddered as she came.

As she started to descend from her high, she tried to speak but no words came out. The girls rotated, and Liz began to lightly kiss Tess’s shaved mound and all around her outer labia.

“Nooo, stop, no, please…”

Liz sucked Tess’s clit into her mouth, noisily sucking it hard and deep. Tess screamed again and began thrashing her head and loudly moaning. Two different mouths were attacking her nipples, sucking them much harder than before, mixing the hard sucking with firm nips and bites. Tess had barely come down from her last orgasm, and this almost violent attack was overwhelming. The hard sucking and biting on nipples and clit soon shot Tess over the top again. Her head whipped back and forth as she screamed her release at the top of her lungs. The table was rocking, almost bouncing from Tess’s violent movements. The assault continued through a long, wailing orgasm. Finally the other girls backed off. Again, no words came from Tess, only whimpers and moans.

Tess felt like she was floating as all five girls began to gently caress her body. Hands softly rubbed and gently squeezed from her face and neck to her tummy and legs. Soft kisses and gentle licks followed the roaming hands. Tess’s eyes were closed as she slowly regained her breath.

Time slowed in Tess’s mind as the caresses and kisses continued. She didn’t know how long it had been when she suddenly felt fingers enter her wet pussy. This was the first time that she had been penetrated. She jerked her head to look down at a wickedly smiling Carli, who was using two fingers to quickly and firmly fuck Tess’s cunt. The hands on her breasts each grabbed a nipple and began to pinch them hard and twist them roughly. Tess howled again and tried to raise her body to combat the hard tugging on her nipples. She looked to see Alice and Liz pulling her nipples as hard as they could away from Tess’s body. The hard fucking of her pussy was shoving her body against her restraints. Tess screamed over and over, tears running down her face. Not able to scream any more, Tess was whining “No, no, no” when her orgasm suddenly hit her. This one was massive, and Tess screamed and shook for what seemed like minutes. She could hardly breath as her nipples and cunt were ravaged throughout her orgasm. Finally, she collapsed, and all of the fingers retreated.

Tess could barely feel the soft massage as it began again. She just floated in her daze. She felt lips kissing her lips, and tongues sliding into her mouth. Her thought were too jumbled to form. Again, time lost all meaning.

Tess felt someone gently touch her clit and her eyes opened. Then she felt a different wet tickle. She struggled to raise her head. Looking down, she saw Jackie lightly licking her asshole. Tess gasped loudly at the sensation and her head fell back to the table. After some time enjoying the strange new feeling, Tess felt what must be a finger push into her asshole. God, it felt so different and so good. Tess started to push back against the finger. Jackie chuckled, Alice held up a long, thin vibrator in front of Tess’s eyes. As Tess watched, Alice handed it to Jackie. Jackie removed the finger and replaced it with the vibrator, which she pushed deep into Tess’s ass. Tess gasped as she felt the vibrator turn on.

The soft kisses and sucking returned to her nipples, soothing away the hurt. The thumb rubbing her clit began to rub harder as her asshole pulsed to the thrusting vibrations. Tess couldn’t believe it, she had never cum this many times before, but she was climbing the peak again. She couldn’t howl any more, but she was moaning constantly. The vibrator started to pump more quickly and deeply, and within minutes Tess was shuddering with another violent climax.

Finally, her body fell back to the table, and she felt something press at her pussy. Two hands lifted her head so she could see down her body. Alexis had climbed onto the table between Tess’s legs. She was naked, and God was she beautiful. She leaned up over Tess’s body and rubbed her long, hard nipples back and forth across Tess’s own nipples. She then smashed her full tits agains Tess’s tits, and moved her face to Tess’s. With a loving smile, she gave Tess a deep kiss, sliding her tongue all around the inside of Tess’s mouth, then sucked Tess’s tongue into her own mouth. Breaking the kiss, She kneeled, and Tess saw the big strap on cock hanging from her body.

Tess was now constantly shivering and twitching. With the vibrator still humming in her ass, she watched as Alexis firmly shoved the big plastic cock all the way inside of her. Tess grunted loudly as Alexis’s hips bumped her own. Alexis began pumping hard as she stared into Tess’s eyes.

Tess tried to speak. “Alex-is, what-are-you, nooo, ohhhh, fucking-me…” Alexis started to fuck her as hard as she could, with deep hard pumps bottoming out in Tess. Tess had one last scream, and it ripped out of her as she convulsed in orgasm. She shook uncontrollably as the other girls held her down to protect her.

Tess shook and wailed and shook and twitched, and Alexis continued to pound her hard. The orgasm went on and on, like an electric current through Tess’s body. It continued on, with Alexis still pounding away, and the vibrator still in her ass.

Suddenly Tess’s body shot up to a near sitting position. She saw Alexis smiling, then her own eyes rolled back in her head and everything went black.

Tess woke up still on the table. The handcuffs and the strap had been removed, and a blanket covered her body. It took her a minute to figure out what had happened. Then she felt her body being pulled to a sitting position. She looked up to see Alexis hugging her tight.

Alexis smiled and said softly, “Wow, you really did need to get laid. That’s the first time I’ve actually seen someone pass out from cumming. You are so beautiful when you cum.

It took a another minute before Tess could speak. “Where is everybody? What happened?”

“The other girls had to leave.” Alexis smiled warmly. “I stayed to help you home. When you started to stir, I called a cab. We all pitched in. Here’s money for the cab, and for one to bring you back tomorrow. Come on, let’s get you up.”

It took some time, but Alexis slowly got Tess to her feet, straighten her clothes as best she could, and gently wiped Tess’s face with a warm towel and brushed her hair. She dipped the towel in a bowl of warm water, pulled up Tess’s skirt, and softly wiped her pussy, ass, and thighs clean. Then she helped Tess to the elevator, and into the street. Tess still couldn’t really say anything. As they waited for the cab, Alexis spoke to Tess.

“Like I told you, it’s your decision about whether this job is right for you. It’s still early, so go home and get some sleep. We’ll talk tomorrow. Oh, and one last thing. I told you that we Pool girls cover for each other. There is only one exception, and that is orgasms. Those we keep track of. As of now, you owe each of us an orgasm. Keep that in mind as you consider what you’ll tell me tomorrow.”

Just then, a cab pulled to the curb, and Alexis help the rag doll Tess into the back, gave the driver Tess’s address, and handed Tess the cab fare. Alexis gave Tess a kiss on the cheek, whispered, “I love you. See you tomorrow,” and slammed the door.

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The sexual adventure continues in time and space

Chapter 6

I was sitting there in the tub, planning what to do next, where to go, how to go about it? Could we live this carefree existence, flitting from one period of history to the next? I could not see why not, neither could Computer.

‘If you are happy, then why not? My primary concern is for your safety and well being. If you are happy then I will look after you and yours.’ Computer told me.

Was I over thinking all this? Hadn’t I been through all this already? Why did I feel this sense of guilt? Was it leaving Chloe behind? I did not think so as I knew that she would be ok, looked after and I could always go back to her with the lock on her I had Computer do.

Was it because I perceived my moral standards to be slipping? Had I not just taken three women away with me without too much concern? Yes, I had but that was not it. Was I just lonely? Was it because I was just using the women rather than forming an actual bond with them? Yes, maybe that was it. I resolved to fix it.

The first thing I had Computer do was to rearrange my living quarters so that it could accommodate the three of us comfortably. It was easy to do with Computer being able to expand the space, moving walls, making a gigantic bed, I even had a picture of Joanna covered in my cum on the wall.

I then walked to Joanna and Melia’s room and knocked on the door. They open the door, looking surprised that I had bothered to knock.

‘Why did you knock?’ Joanna asked, ‘you never have bothered before!’

‘Ladies, I apologise for everything. Hopefully in time you will understand everything. For now though, an invitation for you both. Would you both like to move into my quarters with me? I feel I have been foolish keeping you separate here. There is no reason for us not to be together.’ I said.

They looked at each other. It was clear that they were forming a strong bond together and that was what I wanted. I was lonely, despite them being here. I wanted us to be together, not inhabiting the same space yet wildly apart.

‘Ok, let’s try it out.’ said Joanna, after some unspoken agreement was reached between them.

I stood aside to let them pass and then walked with them to my quarters, or, should I say our quarters?! I opened the door and stood aside to let them enter. They were quite impressed with the changes I had made, lots of soft furnishing and light space.

‘Can we make a few changes?’ Joanna asked.

‘Of course!’ I replied.

Joanna and Melia then told me all the different things they wanted done. I got Computer to make the changes as we went round. There was a lot to change! Eventually, the room looked amazing and the girls were both happy with it.

I ordered up snacks and drinks and we sat down in the dining corner and ate and drank and chatted happily. And I was happy, finally, I was feeling normal. I wanted this to last, to build relationships with these two women. We discussed all the things we would like to do and places to visit. I was also very frank with them about the power that I possessed (through Computer), to them it appeared limitless (which I suppose it was, within reason!). One of their complaints was that there were no ‘things’ or ‘stuff’ for them. I did not really understand what they meant and they took the time to explain about all the ‘girly’ stuff that made their lives bearable. I hope you got the hint of irony in that last phrase?

We agreed that this would be easy to fix initially and I got Computer to rustle up all sorts of magazines, books, gadgets etc to help them out. By the end of it all my, sorry, our quarters were unrecognizable from before. I was happy though.

The girls did want to hit a ‘modern’ shopping mall though to get some things that they would rather buy themselves to have a choice over. I didn’t understand this one but Computer assured me it was quite a normal thing for a woman to do in 2015. I consulted Computer and we settled on a mall in Canada in the year 2013. This would be before they had met me and disappeared in 2015.

I gave the instructions to head to 2013 and we arrived in the blink of an eye in orbit over Vancouver. It was easy to hide ourselves amongst all the space trash that was floating around in orbit above Earth in this era. I forgot that they were really only fledglings in space in this era and had littered with abandon. It would not be cleared up for many years to come yet.

Computer dressed us all in the fashions of the day. I had to say that I felt much more comfortable than I had in France with that wig! I gave Computer some final instructions about how I was going to let the girls wander off and shop in peace and I would have a look round by myself. I instructed Computer to keep a lock on them and just in case, to monitor what they said and if they tried to tell anybody about me or the ship, to transport me immediately to their location so I could deal with it. I was fairly confident that they would not do anything though.

Arriving in the mall, we found ourselves in a back corridor leading to cleaning stores. We moved out into the main mall into a large atrium. We agreed to meet back here in a couple of hours. The girls set off happily, their pockets full of the cash I had Computer make for them.

I wandered off in the opposite direction and window shopped for a while. I was bored witless and could not understand why anybody did this for fun. I had no need for anything as Computer took care of all my wishes and needs. I did enjoy looking in some of the shops selling tech products. They were laughably old fashioned and pathetically slow and useless. I had to remember that I was from a far more advanced age.

Growing tired of all this, I decided to have a look round outside the mall and see if there were any sights to see. I found the exit and proceeded on foot (a novel experience!) through some dingy back streets that surrounded the mall, towards where Computer told me there was actually something to see worth looking at. It was as I was walking down one of these streets that I heard a scream and sobbing coming from a window upstairs. I looked up but could see nothing. I looked at ground level and there was a door, covered in grime leading into the building. I went in and found the stairs. I got Computer to scan ahead and it told me where to head. I opened a door on the first floor and walked into a room where I saw a woman rapidly pulling closed a curtain over a box like object. She was dressed all in leather. She was petite and not especially attractive but there was something about her. It was a shop of sorts I had come into. Computer filled me in on all I needed to know.

‘Can I help you?’ The woman asked

‘Yes, I thought I heard a scream?’ I replied.

‘I think you are mistaken, there is nobody here but me.’ She said.

‘And you are?’ I asked her name.

‘Susie, now please leave.’ She said.

At that moment a door opened that I had not noticed and two burly men came out in a threatening manner.

‘These men will help you out.’ Susie threatened.

I looked them over and immediately took full mind control of them. I got them to stop, stand still and look down at their shoes. Susie looked confused.

‘Chad, Hank, help this man find the exit.’ she ordered. ‘Now!’

They did not move. I walked round them and closer to the curtain she had been pulling, turning my back on her. I reached out to pull the curtain back when I heard a click behind me. I turned and saw Susie pointing what could only be a pistol at me. I had never seen a real one before but had read about these primitive firearms.

‘Don’t touch that.’ Susie ordered. ‘Move towards the door now and I won’t fire.’

I made no move, confident that Computer would protect me.

I turned back to the curtain and yanked it back. At that moment I heard the roar of the gun as it went off, the bullet bouncing harmlessly off my force field that Computer had erected. Susie looked confused and kept firing until the magazine was empty. I turned a froze her now with my mind control, made her unable to move at all.

I looked at what I had uncovered. There, kneeling in a small cage before me was a young woman, with a gag in her mouth but otherwise naked. She looked terrified and was in tears. I reached in and pulled the gag down from her mouth. She gulped in air but otherwise shrank back in the cage. I turned to Susie,

‘What is the meaning of this?’ I asked, at the same time giving her a command to tell the truth.

‘She is a new slave I am breaking her in, ready to use and abuse then sell. It is my business, acquiring slaves and training them, then selling them on.’ Susie looked shocked that she had told me this.

I was shocked. Shocked that anybody could do this to such a frightened girl. I opened the cage and helped the woman out, putting maximum soothing on her. With the help of this, she stopped crying but cowered behind me like a frightened dog. I quickly thought about what to do. I got Computer to transport them both back to the ship. I made it put them both asleep and await me in the medical suite.

I then gave the two men both instructions about going on a leading good, honest lives, making sure I put in a bit out respect for women and to give regularly to charity. I then told them never to come back to this building and let them go.

I headed back to the mall to meet Joanna and Melia. They were waiting for me in the atrium, laden down with bags. I suggested we all grab a drink and a bite to eat. We found a semi swanky restaurant, found a private booth and ordered. I told them both what had happened. They were both amazed and wanted to go immediately to see for themselves.

‘Relax ladies, they are both asleep and will remain asleep until I order them to wake up. Let’s enjoy ourselves over lunch first.’ I said.

We did so but the chat was centered round what we were going to do with these two women. There were lots of suggestions from each of us!

Arriving back at the ship, the girls dropped their shopping off in our cabin and then I showed them where the two women were. They were both lying down asleep. Both were naked, as I had got Computer to get rid of Susie’s leather outfit. I looked at them both lying there. Susie was very petite, very small breasts, nice, petite figure. I had dark thoughts about what we might do to her. The other woman was slightly fuller, nice small handful breasts and a fuller figure. I also knew what I would like to do to her! I did not do any of the medical work on these two as I did not want to keep them long. My plan was to alter their minds and then send them on their way- eventually.

I awoke the slave first. I applied maximum soothing, trusting and everything else I could think of to keep her calm, relaxed and happy. She was still quite scared though when she saw Susie lying there. I calmed her though and promised her that no harm would come to her.

She told us that her name was Rebecca Rube and she was French Canadian, from Montreal, 24 years old. She had been captured a few weeks ago and been in the cage I had found her in pretty much ever since after arriving in Vancouver. All sorts of horrible things had happened to her. I was relieved that we had found her when we did, before she was broken beyond repair. As it was, a few days of tender loving care should put her on the road to recovery.

I got Joanna and Melia to take Rebecca and sooth her in the hot tub for starters. I left it to them what they would do to help her out. Once they had gone, I awoke Susie and put maximum fear into her mind. I kept her frozen in place, just got her vertical, hovering off the floor. I was interested to see that her tiny breasts did not move down at all. I got her to tell me all her darkest fears, hopes, dreams. When she had finished I was amazed. It seemed that Susie was a genuinely nasty piece of work. She had only been civil to me in the room down on Earth to try and get rid of me. She was 26 years old and a native of Vancouver. I decided to experiment. I released all my controls over her, save the lack of movement. Immediately, Susie began swearing at me, threatening me, demanding me to release her. She even threatened to rip my balls off. I wasn’t having any of that. I walked over to her and pinched each nipple between finger and thumb and twisted hard. Susie squealed and her swearing went up a gear, calling me all manner of even filthier things. She was clearly a disturbed woman.

Seeing as she was naked, I decided to get naked too. I knew I was going to fuck her now as some sort of punishment. What she said as she saw my cock surprised me even more.

‘Don’t bring that fucking disgusting, fucking filthy thing near me you fucking pig. I’m a fucking lesbian and never so much as look at a fucking pathetic man.’ Susie shouted at me, clearly loving to use the f word!

I was definitely going to fuck her now! I decided to mess with her head a bit.

‘Really, oh I don’t think you are. I bet that within the next 10 seconds you will be begging to suck my cock.’ I said, clearly enjoying myself.

‘Not a fucking chance you fucking shit head.’ Susie said, then as my mind control took over, ‘Please let me suck your cock Sir?’ Susie was shocked she had said those words.

I moved her with my mind and had her kneeling in front of me. I made sure that she wasn’t going to bite! I had her open her mouth and then I stuffed my cock into her open mouth. I was none too gentle, giving her a face fucking before grabbing the back of her head with both hands and pulling her head onto my cock. I did not stop when I got to the back of her mouth, I kept on pulling her head and I felt my cock move down into her throat. I held her like that for several moments before releasing her, choking, gasping for air. I had really enjoyed that and I repeated it over and over again. Before long, Susie’s face was a mess of tears and saliva as I raped her throat again and again. After a few minutes of this I released her and let her fall to the floor, gasping for air.

I let Susie recover for a minute then I moved her to lie on the bed with her head off the side. I came and pushed my cock into her mouth again, loving the feeling of my shaft sliding deep down her throat, of Susie’s nose on my balls and her chin in my pubes. I held my cock in her and reached out for her cunt. I roughly jammed a couple of fingers into her dry pussy and worked them in and out, not caring if I hurt her. I then proceeded to fuck her mouth and throat hard, driving myself deep into her and grinding my hips down to get my cock as far down her as I could before withdrawing, letting her gasp some air and repeating the process all over again. I had taken my finger out of her cunt and was now slapping her pussy with firm slaps. I was driving myself wild and before long I was spurting down her throat, direct into Susie’s belly. I pumped a big load down her, surprising myself how turned on I was by this. I allowed my last few spurts to go onto her tongue, so that Susie could get her first taste of cum. Satisfied, I rolled sideways onto the bed and lay there panting after my exertions.

Susie lay there too, gasping for air and it took a while for her breathing to calm down. I then told her of all the nasty things I had planned for her as a punishment. By the end of it, Susie was begging for mercy. I took this as an encouraging sign. Maybe she could be put onto the straight and narrow again? I would of course alter her mind before releasing her! I got Susie up again and froze her in position standing on her tip toes with her arms stretched out above her. I left in search of the others.
I knew they were in the hot tub and I went in to join them. I flopped down into the warm water, startling them all. Poor old Rebecca was frightened and cowered behind Joanna. I apologised and set maximum calming onto her.
I chatted with the girls about what to do with Susie, I told them what I had already done to her and I showed them on a screen the position she was in now. They were all happy with this and had no sympathy for Susie at all.
I communicated to Joanna and Melia that I was going to wipe Rebecca’s mind of the last couple of weeks since she was captured. I did this through speaking directly into their heads so that Rebecca would not hear me and worry. It was the first time I had used this trick with Joanna and Melia and they were both startled but soon understood how to reply to me by thought, not word.
‘Yes, I think you should help her out. Wipe the nasty time away and why not return her to just before she was snatched?’ Joanna said.
‘I agree with Joanna, do it as she said.’ Added Melia.
I looked over at Rebecca and silently commanded Computer to wipe her mind to the point just before she was snatched and then to time travel us back to that point in time and orbit over Montreal. I also got Computer to freeze Rebecca where she was and send her into a deep sleep. I grabbed Rebecca’s frozen body before she went under the water and ordered Computer to transport her into the medical suite to await transporting her down to Earth. Rebecca vanished from in front of our eyes.

‘Let’s go and get Rebecca back to where she belongs.’ I said to the girls. ‘I’ll meet you in the medical suite.’

With that I vanished and was transported there. I found Rebecca lying in mid air, asleep, completely naked. I needed to get some clothes on her, specifically, the ones she was wearing when abducted. I got computer to find out this information, whilst I looked at her naked. I was tempted to fuck her, as I felt a now familiar itch in my loins. But, that would have been beneath me- guess I had a conscience after all! I did take a moment to fondle her lovely tits though, before Computer dressed her and Joanna and Melia arrived. Eventually, it was time to say goodbye to her and we transported her down to Earth, where she was walking along. I made sure that the men who were waiting for her stayed away, controlling them and giving them alternate instructions for life along the lines I had given the others! I watched Rebecca make it home safely and then transported myself back up to the ship. I made sure that Computer had a log of where she was, I would come back and check on her one day.

I arrived back on the ship and couldn’t find Joanna and Melia. I got Computer to locate them and I immediately went to them. They were both in the room with Susie. Susie was still in the hung up position I had left her in and the girls were trying to talk to her. I released Susie’s voice control to let her answer the girls. They could not understand why Susie was doing what she had done and were asking her why…

‘Because it pays so well you fucking stupid bitches!’ Susie shouted at them. It seemed that she had not learned to be pleasant after the first ‘lesson’ I had given her.

‘That can’t be the only reason?’ Joanna continued her questioning.

‘No, I also get them to lick my pussy all the time as part of their training you fucking bitch. How about you come and lick my pussy for me and I’ll start your training?’ Susie shouted again.

Susie had definitely not learned anything from my rough treatment of her mouth. She had not seem me in the room yet and was obviously still confident that she would get out of this. Perhaps that was the moment my mind changed about what I was going to do with her. Something for me to think on anyway.

I motioned for Joanna and Melia to come with me outside the room. As they left, Susie was shouting obscenities after them. I let her continue to have control over her voice but kept her hung there where she was. The door slid closed after Melia had exited and the sounds stopped.

We went back to our quarters and sat down on the sofas.

‘What shall we do with her?’ I asked the girls.

Joanna shrugged at me, totally bewildered about how a person could be so unpleasant.

‘How about we teach her a lesson?’ Melia suggested, ‘we could keep her and use her as a slave until she learns her lesson.’

‘Yeah, she probably deserves that.’ Joanna backed up Melia.

‘I think you are right you know. How shall we go about it? She confessed to me that she is a lesbian, so we can use that against her.’ I said. ‘I could, of course, just totally alter her mind right now.’

‘But that would be no fun at all.’ Melia said. Joanna nodded. It seemed they had a nasty streak in them after all!
We then sat and swapped ideas around, not settling on anything but agreeing on lots of different ideas. We settled on the fact that we would each have sessions with Susie to try and ‘correct’ her. Firstly though, we would all start off together. We agreed that we would communicate through our minds when in front of Susie (or Susie the Slave as I was now thinking of her) so as not to alert her to what was happening to her.

We brainstormed the items we would need and I got computer to produce them there and then. I suggested a ball gag to stop her swearing- much more fun than mind control to do it! The girls wanted nipple clamps, strap on dildos and all sorts of bondage gear. I raised an eyebrow and asked them where they got these ideas? Basically the responses were that they had heard about all this and had never given it a go, why not now as there was no downside to it. The items appeared on the table in front of us and we handled them as we looked at them. Melia was excited by one of the strap on dildos.

‘Can I try it on now?’ she asked.

‘Sure thing!’ I replied as I got computer to remove her clothes in an instant.

Melia, naked now climbed into the harness and buckled it round her waist. She stood there with the fake cock sticking out in front of her, giggling about how ridiculous she felt! Joanna moved over to her and said

‘You look so hot like this.’ Joanna moved her hand down and gripped the fake cock, before bending over to give Melia a pretend blowjob. Joanna and Melia then collapsed into fits of giggles. They were giggling one moment and then passionately kissing the next. It was quite a sight, two hot women kissing on the sofa, one naked with a strap on dildo on and the other clothed. I did feel left out though! Joanna moved down again to suck on the fake cock. I probed both their thoughts and they were both finding the situation extremely erotic!

Whilst Joanna was sucking on Melia’s ‘cock’, I moved over and presented my cock to Melia’s mouth. She eagerly opened her mouth and began sucking me. I rapidly hardened as Melia bobbed her head up and down on my cock shaft. Melia moved her mouth off my cock as Joanna had now gotten up and was straddling Melia sat there on the sofa. I watched as Joanna moved her hands down and grabbed the end of the dildo. Joanna guided it to her waiting cunt and she slowly slid her pussy down onto the shaft. Joanna moaned in such a sexy manner as the fake cock filled her pussy up. Melia had her hands on Joanna’s ass and was pulling Joanna onto the cock vigorously. They were kissing passionately now and I had to force my cock between their lips to get them to lick along the side of my cock each. Now that was an experience I had not had before and I was keen for more but I realized this was not the time. I left the girls to it and gave Computer an order.

I sat down on a sofa opposite the girls and watched the fuck for a minute. Then, as ordered, Susie appeared. I had ordered Computer to take away her hearing, speech and her sight, temporarily. I got Susie to straddle me. I guided my cock into her cunt and pulled her down on top of me. My god, she was tight. Seriously tight, the tightest pussy I had ever been in. Luckily, I had got Computer to apply lubricant before she appeared.

I had taken away Susie’s senses for me to fuck her, as I wanted her to realize that she was just a fuck bag, a cum slut for me to use as I pleased.

I allowed my cock to adjust itself to Susie’s tight pussy and then I began slowly fucking her. I was watching Melia impale Joanna on her fake cock and had Susie’s head buried beneath my arm. I wanted her to understand that I did not care about her, I just wanted to use her pussy at this moment. I was so turned on watching Joanna hump Melia’s strap on dildo and the noises she was making as she fucked herself up and down were so sexy. In reality, I wished I was fucking one of them but I was happy enough to make do with ramming my cock into Susie’s tight twat.

Speaking of which, I now had hold of Susie’s hips and was bouncing her up and down on my cock, loving the feeling of her tight, wet pussy gripping my shaft. I was fucking her fast now, really ramming my cock into her, causing all sorts of tremors in her body. I wished I could hear her. I released her voice and was immediately met by a storm of swearing, calling me all sorts of filthy names and telling me to get out of her pussy.

Melia and Joanna looked over now, as they were not aware that Susie was in the room til then. They both smiled and then continued kissing and fucking. Joanna was rapidly approaching orgasm and so was I.

I gave Susie a couple of final strokes and then I buried my cock deep into her cunt and spurted forth a torrent of sperm. I flooded her cunt and let her know I was cumming inside her. Her whining went to another level . I shut her up again with my mind control and concentrated on Joanna, who was orgasming on Melia’s fake cock. Melia had one of Joanna’s nipples in her mouth and was sucking hard as Joanna rode her orgasm before collapsing on top of Melia, the fake cock still buried in her pussy.

I pushed Susie off me and sat her on the edge of the sofa. I instructed Computer to film my cum running out of her pussy and edit it together with a film of us fucking. I wanted to play this to Susie to further torment her later. I froze Susie in position and enjoyed watching my cum leaking out of her pussy. I did though open up Susie’s mouth and get her to suck my cock clean. Once it was and my cum had leaked out of her, I returned her to her room and told Computer to release her senses again but now to not let her shut her eyes or ears. I told Computer to play the video of us fucking on every surface in her room. That should make her think for a while!

I looked over to Joanna and Melia. The strap on dildo was now off and Joanna was stroking Melia’s face and thanking her for her orgasm.

‘Melia, you haven’t had an orgasm yet have you?’ I asked. Melia shook her head.

‘Would you like me to get Susie to lick you to one?’ I asked.

‘Yes please!’ Melia replied.

I transported us all into Susie’s room. Susie immediately tried to attack us. She just bounced off the force field though. I froze her and positioned her lying down on the bed, face up. Interestingly enough, the video I had just made was even playing on the bed!

Melia did not need another invitation and she scrambled onto the bed, straddled Susie’s face and pushed her pussy against Susie’s mouth.

‘Better start licking slut!’ I said.

I controlled Susie, making sure that she would not bite Melia, but did nothing more than that. Susie started lapping at Melia’s cunt. She obviously knew what she was doing as Melia was soon grinding her pussy down onto Susie’s face, gasping at the sensations running up from her pussy.

‘Yes, yes, yes, eat me bitch!’ Melia yelled at one point. Perhaps she was not so submissive after all!

I had my hand on Joanna’s bottom, fondling her ass cheeks as we watched. Joanna had her hand on my cock, wanking me up and down. I had told Joanna I wanted her to wank me off into Susie’s face once Melia had orgasmed. Joanna was just keeping me ready.

As the action got hotter, so did I. As Melia was approaching her orgasm on Susie’s face, I had reached my hand down into Joanna’s ass crack and was gently fingering her anus.

‘I’m going to fuck your ass soon.’ I whispered to her

‘Please, please do, I feel so left out that you fucked Melia’s and Chloe’s asses.’ Joanna surprised me by replying.

Melia was not thrashing on Susie’s face as Susie licked her to orgasm. Finally, Melia stiffened as the waves of pleasure rolled over her and she had had enough. Melia climbed off and Joanna and I approached Susie’s head. Joann built up speed on my cock and after a minute of waving it in front of Susie’s face, I unloaded my cum all over Susie’s face. Most of it went over her left eye, which she could not close. I left her with my cum dribbling off her face. I turned her head slightly to let my cum drain out of her eye and we left her alone, covered in my cum and with the video playing on every surface.

It was a most satisfying start to turning the table on Susie and making her into our slave.

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