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Rachel and Erica fuck their waitress

Rachel Fucking in the Lesbian Threesome

On New Year’s Eve, Erica and I went to a New Year’s party at a local restaurant. As we arrived at the party, a young hot blonde waitress caught my eye. As we sat down with some friends, the hot waitress walked over introducing herself as Amber.

My God! This waitress is making me wet! I wonder if Erica is as wet as I am, I thought to myself.

After ordering our food, Erica whispered to me, “my pussy is soaked, our waitress is extremely hot.”

“I know I’m wet too, should we make a move on her?” I asked.

“Hell Yeah!” she replied, making me let out an evil smile and laugh.

As Amber brought us our food, I ‘dropped’ my cell phone onto the ground, making her bend over and pick it up. I could see her pink panties under her skirt. When Amber walked away, I said to Erica “pink,” and smiled.

“Damn, I guessed white,” she said smiling as she handed me twenty dollars.

After eating, we joined our friends at the much larger party outside a block away. We were waiting for midnight, which was less than twenty minutes away. After leaving the restaurant, Erica and I couldn’t stop thinking about Amber and her nice ass, long sexy legs, amazing breasts, long blonde hair, and a voice that could make us cum from reading a phone book.

As midnight came closer by the second, we couldn’t figure out how to get Amber to come home with us. Erica and I returned to our car to get better jackets because it was getting really cold out. In the parking lot we could hear a car with a dead battery try to start. Walking back to the party, we came across our waitress, Amber, having car problems.

“Hey, having car troubles?” I asked as we walked up to her.

“Yeah, my shitty car won’t start because my shitty boyfriend always keeps it running when he goes to the illegal side shows in Oakland!” she replied angrily.

“We can give you a ride. We just need to make a quick stop at home to drop something off, but we can take you anywhere you need to go,” Erica offered.

“Really? I don’t even know you,” she said.

“I’m Rachel, and this is my girlfriend Erica. Would you rather take the crowded bus?” I asked.

“Well,” Amber tried to answer, but was interrupted by Erica.

“Look! You’re wearing a short skirt and short sleeves. You must be freezing.
Let us take you home,” Erica said firmly.

“Ok, I guess,” Amber said nervously.

The three of us walked back to my car, Erica sat in the back seat, and let Amber sit next to me up front. While driving, Amber asked, “So, you two are lesbians?”

“No, we’re bi-sexual,” I replied.

“Have you ever been with a girl?” Erica asked.

“No, never. It’s never crossed my mind,” Amber said.

“It’s different than fucking a guy,” Erica said.

“I’ve fucked four women, it’s a lot of fun,” I said.

“Oh. Well, I’ve never had an interest in women. I haven’t even kissed a girl,” Amber said nervously.

“Well, tell us about your boyfriend,” I said, trying to calm her down.

“He’s shitty, he’s unemployed, with an expensive hobby modifying my car, taking it to Oakland, doing illegal drag racing, and illegal car side shows. Every time he gets busted I have to bail him out,” she said frustrated.

“I’m so sorry. If you don’t mind me asking, why do you stay with him?” I asked.

“I don’t know. I guess I just don’t have the guts to leave him. We’ve been together since we were 15,” she said in a sad voice.

A minute later, we pulled into our driveway. “Ok, we’re home,” I say as I parked the car.

“Want to come inside for some coffee or something?” I asked.

“I don’t like coffee, but I’ll come inside,” she replied.

Perfect, she’s letting down her defenses! I thought to myself as Amber and I sat on the edge couch in the living room.

A minute later, Erica came into the living room with some beers.

“Five minutes till 2015!” she said, excited.

“Lets watch some TV,” I said, reaching for the remote and turning on the TV.

“Where’s your boyfriend, Amber?” Erica asked.

“I don’t know. Probably jail, at a friends house getting high off his ass, who cares?” she replied.

“Aww, I’m sorry!” I said, giving Amber a peck on the cheek and giving her a hug.

“I know how you feel, Amber. My ex-boyfriend is a dick, too, that’s why I moved out. He still lives next door alone, broke, he’s been drunk since I left,” Erica said, giving Amber a hug.

Amber sat back into the couch and let out a deep sigh. Erica and I are still sitting on the edge of the couch.

I wonder what Amber’s thinking right now, I thought to myself.

“You know what? I already feel that I have been friends with you two for a lifetime. Even though, I know very little about you,” Amber said as she moved back to the edge of the couch.

“But, you girls are really nice. I guess hanging out with you is better than being at home alone. Thank you,” Amber continued, putting her arms around Erica and myself.

“No, thank you!” Erica and I said as we put our arms around her and smiled.
Just then, Amber got a phone call. As she took her phone out of her pocket, I could see the name ‘James’ on the caller ID, with a picture of Amber hugging a guy.

“Hello, James,” she said, answering the phone.

“Baby, I need you to come to the police station and come bail me out. I’m getting arrested,” the voice said.

Amber’s phone was loud enough that you could hear it standing next to a roaring jet engine. Erica and I could hear every word he said.

“No! Not this time. You have got to find somebody else to keep bailing you out every time you get in trouble. I’m not doing it anymore. I’m having a good time at a friend’s house with some friends and you’re not going to ruin my night. I’ve kept you out of trouble since we were 15, I got you out of jail more times I care to count. So often that the bail bond companies know me by name. No more! Call somebody else, I’m done!” Amber said angrily as she hung up the phone.

“Damn. That felt, great!” Amber said with a huge smile on her face.

“Was that your boyfriend?” Erica asked curiously.

“Not anymore. I’ve had it! We’re no more!” she said.

“I’m sorry,” I said as I gave Amber another hug.

“Don’t be. My New Year’s resolution for 2015 is not to date any assholes,” she said smiling.

“Maybe you should date a girl,” Erica said in a seductive voice.
Amber looked at Erica. “But I’ve never done anything like that,” she said.
I put my hand on Amber’s shoulder.

“Trust me, if you did, you’ll like it,” I said. Amber turned towards me. I could almost feel her heart beating a thousand times a second in her chest. “Trust me,” I whispered as I leaned in and gave her a kiss. After breaking the short but passionate kiss, Amber looked at me and whispered, “Wow. That felt a lot better than James kissing me.” Amber then kissed me again. While Amber and I were kissing, Erica put her hand on Amber’s shoulder. Amber broke the kiss with me and gave Erica a kiss.

“What do you think, Amber?” I asked

Amber broke the kiss. “Wow, I don’t know why I was so nervous before. This is nothing,” she said smiling.

“That’s right, this is nothing. We’re just getting started, come follow me,” I said, taking Amber’s hand and leading her to our bedroom with Erica in close pursuit

Once in the bedroom, I pushed Amber onto the bed and I jumped onto her. Amber then put her hands around my waist and gave me a kiss. I took off Amber’s shirt, revealing her wonderful breasts hidden behind her bra. Amber then took off my shirt and my breasts bounced right in front of her face.

“No bra? You’re adventurous,” she said, excited.

“I never wear a bra,” I said as pulled Amber’s face to my breasts making her suck on my nipples.

Erica took off her shirt, sat behind Amber and unhooked and took off her bra. Just then, Amber pulled away from my breasts, reached behind her and pulled Erica’s lips to hers and gave her a powerful passionate kiss. As they kissed I removed Amber’s skirt and revealed her pink panties, wet with her pussy juices.

“You don’t need these anymore,” I said as I pulled off her panties.

“Oh my god! Please be gentle,” she said as I did a long passionate lick on her pussy.

“Yummy! You taste good,” I said as I started to eat her faster making her moan.

Amber surprised me when she suddenly grabbed the back of my head and pushed me deeper into her tasty pussy. Erica was playing with Amber’s wonderful breasts as they made out. Suddenly Amber broke the kiss with Erica and screamed out, “Rachel! You’re making me cum! Oh yeah! I’m cumming!” Amber moaned loudly as she unleashed a powerful orgasm covering my face in her cum and pussy juices.

“That was your first orgasm of 2015, Amber. Happy New Years!” Erica said, looking at the bedside clock which read 12:01am.

“Wow! That was amazing! I’ve never had an orgasm that powerful before. That was just amazing,” Amber said exhausted.

I gave Erica a taste of Amber’s pussy as I gave her a powerful passionate kiss.

“Wow! Amber, you taste good!” Erica said, giving her a kiss.

“Rachel this was amazing, how can I repay you?” Amber asked seductively.

“I thought you would never ask,” I said as I stood up, and took off my pants.

“Holy shit! You don’t wear panties either?” Amber asked, surprised.

“Nope!” I said with a big grin as I lay down on the bed.

“Eat me!” I continued as I grabbed the back of Amber’s head and pulled it to my pussy.

“Oh, uh, well, I’ve never done this before,” she said nervously as she did a lightning fast kiss on my pussy.

“Stick out your tongue, and lick,” I said.

Amber did one quick lick making my body shake with passion.

“Like that?” she asked, nervously.

“Perfect! Just like that! Keep going till I cum.” I said, as Erica stands up and strips off her pants, and grabs my 3-D printed dildo from the drawer in the bedside table.

As Amber starts to eat me out, Erica sucked on the 3-D dildo and put it in Amber’s pussy making her jump in surprise.

“Oh my god!” Amber screamed out surprised.

I pulled Amber’s face back to my pussy and she continued to eat it. A moment later Amber unleashes a second powerful orgasm followed shortly by a third, then a fourth, as I came with her covering Amber’s face in my cum and pussy juices.

“Wow! That really tastes good!” She said excited.

I crawled over both Amber and Erica and took out a vibrating dildo out of the bedside table drawer.

“Here, use this on Erica,” I said, handing it to Amber.

“But what are you going to use?” Amber asked.

Holy fucking shit! We really converted Amber into liking women. I thought to myself.

“I’ll be using this,” I replied as I slid out a box from under the bed and took out my strap-on.

“Oh my, that’s bigger than James. Actually, that’s bigger than any cock I’ve ever had. I don’t think that it’ll fit in my tight pussy.” She said a nervously.

“No need to be nervous,” I said as I shove my plastic cock into her mouth.

“Suck that cock, make it wet. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t stop cumming,” I continued forcing Amber to suck my plastic cock faster, making her moan.

As forced Amber to suck my plastic cock, Erica started to eat Amber’s pussy again making her cum two more times in just a few seconds. Erica plays with Amber’s breasts and starts to kiss, lick and gently bite Amber’s back making her moan and groan.

“Turn around and please Eric, while I fuck your pussy until you can’t stop cumming!” She turned around and started to lick and put the vibrating dildo in Erica’s pussy on high speed, as I put my plastic cock into her tight pussy making her moan loudly.

“Oh my god!” Amber yelled out.

“Relax, everything will be fine, just eat my pussy” Erica said, pulling Amber’s face back to her pussy.

I slowly started to fuck Amber’s tight pussy, letting her get used to the plastic cock. After a few moments, Amber made Erica cum in a powerful orgasm, followed by a second, and a third. I then started to fuck Amber’s pussy a little harder making her moan louder. Erica slid underneath Amber and started to make out with her to keep her quiet. Seconds later I made Amber cum for the seventh time tonight.

“Oh my god, I’ve lost count how many orgasms I’ve had tonight. Thank you for this!” Amber said exhausted.

“You’ve had a few,” I said, sarcastically as I pulled out my plastic cock to let Erica suck it and clean it off of Amber’s cum and juices.

Wow! We’ve made Amber cum seven times in five minutes! I thought to myself, laying back looking at the clock.’ Which read 12:05 am.

“This is the best sex I have ever had! Thank you Erica, and thank you Rachel!” Amber said as she laid back in between Erica and I.

“I need a break, I’m completely out of energy” she said exhausted.

After a half hour of small chat, I rolled Amber over and said, “Get ready, I’m going to make you cum again,” and I put my plastic cock back in her tight pussy. Once again making her let out a loud moan. Erica then slid in front of Amber so that Amber can lick her pussy as she gets fucked. A minute later I make Amber cum again. Eight, I thought to myself, keeping count as I keep fucking. Seconds later Amber yelled out “Oh my god, another one! Fuck this feel so fucking good! I’m cumming again! Yes!” and Amber unleashed orgasm number nine, followed shortly by number ten.

“You just had ten orgasms tonight baby!” I said

“I know! This is a record for me,” Amber replied.

“Anal?” Erica whispered as quietly as she possibly could.

I nodded with a devilish smile as I reached for the anal gel, and put some on my plastic cock.

“Amber?” I asked.

“Yes Rachel?” she replied

“Have you ever done anal sex with James?” I asked as I applied some anal gel to her asshole.

“No! Never! I don’t do anal!” she said loudly.

“Well, you never did women before, and look at you now. I just want you to relax.” I said in a calming voice as I put the head of my plastic cock in her asshole.

“No wait! I don’t do anal!” Amber said worried.

“Relax!” Erica said as she starts to kiss Amber.

I slowly inserted my plastic cock inside Amber’s asshole, making her scream out, “Oh my god! That hurts!” Erica pulled Amber’s mouth back to her and continued to kiss her, at the same time she started to rub Amber’s pussy. After a moment, letting Amber get used to my plastic cock in her ass, I start to fuck her faster, making her moan a little louder.

“It still hurts, but I’m starting to get used to it,” she said.

I continued to fuck her, her moaning was getting more intense, I knew that she had another orgasm building, so I started to fuck her faster, making her yell out “I’m cumming again! Oh my god! You’re making me cum again! Oh baby!” as she unleashes a massive orgasm. Amber’s cum flowed out of her pussy like a sink that was turned on covering Erica’s legs in her cum and pussy juices.

That was orgasm number eleven, I thought as I started to fuck her even faster.

“Oh! Oh my god! Yes! Make me cum again! I want to cum over and over again!” Amber said begging for more.

Holy shit! She’s horny as fuck! I thought, as I continued to fuck her asshole hard.

“Are you going to be able to walk after tonight?” Erica asked.

“I sure hope not, I haven’t been fucked this good, in years!” Amber said exhausted.

Seconds later I made Amber cum in her twelfth orgasm of the night, followed shortly by her thirteenth. Amber then pushed me away from her asshole saying “Baby, as much as I love it, my ass needs a rest.

“Ok, I could use a rest too.” I said.

“So Amber, How do you like your first lesbian experience?” Erica asked curiously.

“Oh my god! I love it! I never thought I would ever do something like this but, I really do love it!” Amber said excited.

“Good,” Erica said as she smiled.

I took off the strap-on and dropped it on the floor. Just then, Amber crawled between my legs and started to lick my pussy. Once again, Amber’s tongue on my pussy made my body shake with passion. A minute later, Amber makes me cum in a powerful orgasm.

“Now, I’m going to make you cum over and over again!” Amber said as she is handed my newest vibrating dildo.

She turned it on high speed and shoved it into my pussy almost instantly making me cum again. Erica maneuvered behind me so she’s sitting up against the headboard and started kissing me and playing with my breasts. Together they make me cum three more times in a just three minutes.

After my fifth orgasm the three of us are exhausted and are in need of another rest. The three laid back and soon Erica had drifted asleep, Amber took a look at her phone and saw the following text message:

‘Amber, What the fuck? Why the fuck did you not bail me out? I had to call my broke brother and have him bail me out! I thought I could count on you!’

She started to text back with me reading over her shoulder:

‘You’re a loser, and will always be a loser! You’re always getting high and getting arrested. You’re probably fucking other girls since you hardly fuck me, and when you do you’re not that good. We’re done! I want your stuff out of my house in 24 hours! I don’t care where you live, as long as it’s not with me!’
A minute later she got a text back:

‘Fuck You! I fucked you all the time! And what do you mean I’m not that good?!’

Amber replied by texting:

‘The two girls I’m with right now just made me have the best 13 orgasms of my life, in less than an hour! You never did that! Get your stuff out of my house within 24 hours or it’s going to the city dump!’

Amber then turned off her phone and snuggled together and soon drifted asleep.

In the morning, I woke up to find Erica still asleep, All of my toys next to the bathroom sink drying after being cleaned, and Amber cooking breakfast in the kitchen in just her low cut T-shirt. I snuck up behind her and started to play with her breasts as I kissed her neck.

“Last night was,” Amber paused.

“Amazing?” I asked.

“No, more than amazing. I just can’t find the word for it,” She replied.

“I love you two,” she continued in a relaxed voice.

“Awww. We love you too.” I replied, giving her a passionate loving kiss.

Just then Erica came to the kitchen and said, “Wow! Last night was amazing!” giving Amber and I a powerful kiss.

“Yes it was baby,” I said.

After eating breakfast, we got a pair of jumping cables from the garage, and dropped Amber off at her car, and gave it a jump to allow her to get home so she can kick out her good for nothing ex-boyfriend and get ready for her second job across town. When Erica and I got home, we noticed Amber’s pink panties thrown in our fireplace.

That was the best New Year’s Eve, I have ever had in my entire life. Amber and I are still very close friends with some benefits. But for now, Erica is my one and only love that would be living with me full time…

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“Advanced masturbation”, aka using time travel to have a little fun.

Part 2

“So,” said the future me breathlessly after a moment, “what now?”
Panting, I replied, “You already know what comes next.”

“I know that,” she said propping herself up on one arm to grin at me wickedly. “But I want to hear you say it. C’mon. What do you want to do next?”

I couldn’t help but blush a little- it wasn’t easy, after all, to admit your darkest fantasies, even to yourself. But she smiled expectantly and I knew it was ridiculous to feel embarrassed. “I want you to fuck both my holes,” I said.
Her smile widened. “Good choice.” She once again took her position between my legs, the large dildo and thin vibrator in hand. She made use of the dildo first, pushing the head slowly against my wet opening just as I had done for her until it slid inside and I moaned as I felt my insides stretch. She didn’t stop, and the shaft slid slowly further inside me until it hit the back of my pussy, the whole thing embedded deep within me. She withdrew it just as slowly, allowing me to savor the sensation of the thick dildo rubbing against my inner walls, stretching me wide.

She picked up the pace, angling it just right so that each motion stimulated my g-spot. “That. Feels. Fantastic,” I moaned, timing the words to each deep thrust. She responded by flicking her tongue against my clit, causing me to stifle a gasp. She picked up speed, but I knew she wasn’t going to let me come until my request had been fulfilled. My clit was throbbing with anticipation. I was ready for the next step.

The dildo stopped moving and I barely had time to protest before I was greeted with a new sensation: the slick heat of her tongue began gently circling my asshole, pulling a gasp from my lips. Oh God, I’d always wanted to try this. I held my breath as she circled closer and closer to where I really wanted it. Finally I felt the tip press into the soft center and begin to push inside. Jesus fuck. It felt dirty and wonderful, so hot and wet, wriggling, thrusting, fucking me deeper than I ever thought possible. Soon I was moaning and pushing back, wanting more.

I was disappointed when she pulled away, but a moment later I felt the tip of the vibrator applying tentative pressure to my rear hole. I bit my lip, nervous and excited at the same time. The sleek plastic toy was well-lubricated, and before I knew it, it was sliding in easily. My breath caught. With both dildo and vibrator inside me I’d never felt so full. The sensation was new and weird and fucking fantastic.

The future me was still a moment, letting me adjust. Then, slowly, both toys began moving, sliding out and then thrusting steadily back in at the same time. I let out a long moan as both shafts stretched my insides, forcing their way deeper and deeper inside me, then withdrawing. The dildo continued to stimulate my g-spot with each movement and I found that the vibrator in my ass enhanced the whole experience. I bucked my hips, and the future me knew exactly what I wanted. She flicked her tongue against my clit, forcing a gasp of pure ecstasy from my lips. She picked up the pace, pumping more vigorously into both my holes while swirling her tongue more frantically around my clit, sending the most fantastic sensations throughout my whole body with each movement. Soon I was producing short, loud moans in time with each thrust, thinking about where that tongue had been as it stroked me expertly. My climax built faster and faster as she pounded into me over and over. Suddenly, the vibrator hummed to life and my whole body tensed as I cried out, aware of nothing beyond the waves of pleasure crashing through me, resonating between my legs and spreading throughout my entire body. This lasted for several, long seconds as the other me continued to lap at my clit, slowing her thrusts. I shuddered, then relaxed, gasping for breath, basking in the aftermath.

“That,” I said finally, “was amazing.”

“I knew you’d like it,” she said smugly, removing both toys and setting them on the bedside table. I stuck my tongue out at her. Of course she knew. She continued, “You’re going to enjoy this next part, too. I know I’m looking forward to it.”

I looked at her incredulously. “How many times are we gonna do it tonight, exactly?”

“Just once. One more thing left to try, at least for tonight. You already know what it is. Go on: Tell me what’s next.”

I was feeling much more confidant than I had at the start of the encounter, and my eyes roved her body with a smile growing on my face. “If you don’t mind, I’d very much like to fuck you properly.”

“I thought you’d never ask, darling,” she said. She swung herself over the edge of the bed to grab the strap-on I’d bought in preparation for tonight. I congratulated myself on my foresight as she handed it to me. It was double-ended, and longer than the dildo we’d played with a moment ago. I grabbed a bottle of lube from the bedside drawer and pumped some into my hand. The cool gel leaked between my fingers as spread it over my end. I pressed the head to my entrance and bit my lip as it disappeared inside me. I began lubing up the remaining shaft as well, pumping up and down until the whole surface was shiny

The other me had lain back with her ass at the very edge of the bed. Legs spread wide, and bottom lip between her teeth, her fingers circled her clit as she watched me getting ready. The anticipation itself was a huge turn-on, and I felt a heady sense of power as I stepped closer, looming over her. I rubbed the head of my giant, rubber cock up and down along the length of her pussy. Then I pressed right up against her entrance, teasing her, not pushing inside just yet. Her eyes had fallen shut. I watched her breasts rise and fall in time to her heavy breathing. Grabbing her hips, I slowly began to push inwards. She moaned, low and soft, as the shaft was buried deeper and deeper inside her, until she’d taken the entire length.

I’d masturbated in front of a mirror before, gotten off on watching myself…well, get off. But this was a different experience. I pulled out and began a series of quick, shallow thrusts. Her mouth was just slightly open, letting small noises of pleasure escape with each stroke. Her brows furrowed slightly in frustration that I wasn’t filling her completely. Her skin shone with a faint sheen of sweat. It was a whole new level of turn-on.

Finally I snapped my hips forward, burying myself to the hilt. Her eyes flew open. “Fuck!” she yelled, fingers tangled in the sheets. The motion jarred the dildo inside me and I moaned in agreement. I thrust into her again, and again. I varied my rhythm: quick, angled motions designed to hit her g-spot interspersed with slow, rolling thrusts that took me all the way inside her. Her fingers circled her clit while she gasped and writhed against the bed. I leaned in and covered one nipple with my mouth, sucking and pulling gently with my teeth. I licked my way up to her neck, nibbling the sensitive skin. I soothed it with a swirl of my tongue before moving on to mark another spot. My pace increased: I began fucking her hard and fast, and she howled with pleasure.

As I stood straight to get a better angle, she wrapped her arms around my neck so that I pulled her up with me. “I want to try something,” she said breathlessly. I nodded, and she kissed me gently before commanding, “Lie back on the bed, legs together.”

I pulled out somewhat reluctantly and did as I was told. A moment later she was straddling my legs. She grabbed the dildo and, lining up, lowered herself onto me with a loud groan of ecstasy. A similar noise escaped from my lips. From this position the action moved the dildo inside me, and the hard base of the harness rubbed up against my clit quite nicely.

“Hang on,” I said, struck by sudden inspiration. I reached over to the bedside table and grabbed the vibrator. It slid easily into my ass once more, and I cranked up the dial. “Oh God,” I moaned as the vibrations radiated through my lower half. “Oh…fuck yes…”

I gripped her hips as she began to move again. She bobbed up and down, breasts bouncing, fingers flying over her clit. Her eyes were closed, expression a mixture of pleasure and intense concentration. Good lord, I knew I’d never forget that image. I ran my hands along her sides, her stomach, the curve of her ass. Each time she sank back down onto my cock, the one in my pussy was pushed even deeper. The dildo rocked back and forth inside me, rubbing in all the right ways. The base of the strap-on pounded against my clit as she impaled herself over and over again, harder and harder. I began rolling up to meet her. The two of us were growing louder as we each drew nearer to orgasm. Cries of, “Oh God, and, “Yes, yes, yes, fuck yes,” fell from our lips. She finished first with a yell, and sight was my undoing. She slammed against me once, twice, three more times and I came hard, arching up off the bed before we both collapsed into an exhausted heap. The vibrator still hummed inside me, so I reached under me and turned it off.

We lay in each others arms for a while, too tired to talk, just enjoying the contact. Finally I said, “Can we make this a regular thing?”

“That’s entirely up to you,” she replied, nuzzling against my neck. “For what it’s worth, I still think it’s a good idea. But you should head back now and rest up. You’ve got a big night tomorrow.”

I’d almost forgotten I was going to do all of this again. Though next time I’d be her instead of me…or something like that. “Christ,” I murmured. “This could be my new workout routine.”

“Beats the gym.” She sat up and kissed my forehead. “Make sure you leave all that here,” she said, nodding at the strap-on I was still wearing. “I’m gonna need it again before long.”

I removed the vibe and strap-on before retrieving my panties, bra, and time-jump. I gave myself quick kiss and a cheerful, “I’ll see you soon.” A moment later, I was back in my time zone, barely two minutes after I’d left. Before going to sleep I threw my underwear in the hamper and tucked my time-jump away under the bed, next to the box of toys I knew I’d be making good use of tomorrow night.

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AN: I can’t believe I posted part 1 more than two years ago. My bad. I still have some ideas for this character. To be continued?

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The final chapter.

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JOURNAL NOTE: I have to find some sort of cure or at least a way to block these pheromones from further disrupting my family’s lives, one way or another. Time is running out.

END NOTE.
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Harold couldn’t believe his luck. Minnie had convinced April to join his little ‘study’ and now he had two fetuses as well as one of the original children to study. His research would come along all the more quickly, and he just might even have the right gene figured out by the time he met with the CEO on Wednesday.

It was none too quick either, as some of the rich women he had seduced were starting to pull away from him. He needed their money to continue his independent research, and he needed that gene in order to make it all permanent. With his new subjects to study, he was guaranteed success.

He moaned softly as he emptied his load into one of his rich women’s mouth. He couldn’t remember her name at the moment, but she was still the most receptive to him. Truth be told, she was the only one still receptive to his advances. If only she weren’t the least attractive of the lot. Not that any of them were unattractive; he did have his standards after all.

He needed to get back to his office and complete his work, now that his mind was no longer swimming in testosterone.

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JOURNAL NOTE: Reading over that bastard’s files, I see his plan. Well two can play at that game. I’ll use his own research against him, and come up with an antidote first.

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Carol looked at her watch, and had to blink a few times to bring it into focus. Her vision was blurry from lack of sleep, and she had a pounding headache, but she just couldn’t leave her work undone. She had found Harold’s latest notes, and while she detested that her daughter was being used, by following Harold’s research while doing her own parallel studies, it was really speeding things up for her.

Thoughts of her daughter brought back memories of them together a few days ago. A small itch between her thighs started up, and she forcefully pushed the memories away. She needed to concentrate.

Finally bringing her watch into focus, she noted that it was seven o’clock. She had been awake for far too long. Maybe while her son was in school, she would slip home and catch a nap, then return this evening more refreshed and better able to think. She had a lot of work to do this weekend.

She barely registered that traffic was lighter than normal for this time of day, as she struggled just to keep her eyes open and on the road. She had debated on just sleeping in her office, but hated the thought of Harold catching her sleeping through the middle of the day.

Carol pulled into her driveway, and fumbled with her keys, dropping them in her attempts to unlock her front door. She needn’t have bothered though, as the door opened for her. Bent over, the first thing she saw was a man’s crotch. She knew that crotch, all too well.

“Why aren’t you in school, son?” Carol tried to demand as she brought herself upright, and attempted a glare at Adam. She knew it failed miserably when her lips lifted in a smile as her eyes met his.

“School? Mom, I got out of school hours ago! Are you alright?” There was genuine concern in his voice, and Carol felt her heart flutter at the sound of it.

He had gotten out hours ago? She looked at her watch again, which now read about 7:30. She glanced at the sky and realized that it was darkening, not brightening, and that she had been working twelve hours longer than she had thought. She needed to sleep!

She knew that with her son there, and his hormones, that sleep wasn’t likely to happen right then. Whether she was too tired to care, or too far under the effects of his pheromones, she couldn’t seem to worry at the moment, and let him lead her inside.

Mom, you look exhausted! When was the last time you got any sleep?” She mumbled something in reply, she wasn’t sure what, and couldn’t help but note their destination: her room. “Um… Yeah. I think you need to get some sleep,” he told her

Carol barely heard him, and decided that if she was to get any rest, she might as well get it over with now. She reached down, and pulled up the hem of her shirt. Her pants met the shirt on the floor a couple seconds later.

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JOURNAL NOTE: I am beginning to despair that there may not be a cure. All attempts to synthesize anger have failed. And now that I think more on it, do I really want to be angry all the time? Wouldn’t it just be better to submit, and enjoy this wonderful feeling?

Even so, I must stop Harold. As much as I hate to admit it, the man could conceivably take over the world if he succeeds in his plans to make it a permanent part of him.

END NOTE.
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Adam guided his nearly nude mother over to her bed. Seeing her in only her underwear was having a slight effect on him, but he was more concerned over his mother’s welfare. She looked exhausted. Even with the bags under her eyes, and the way she listlessly moved, he still thought she was an extremely attractive woman.

He decided he would give her a special treat, and had her lie on her stomach. He started to rub her shoulders gently, noting some massive knots in her muscles. She must have been very tense lately to have knots this big. He spent quite awhile working on them, enjoying his mother’s moans of relaxation as he did so. He had rarely ever given massages, and none to his mother, but when he heard her start to snore softly, he figured he must have done a good job.

Adam decided to let her rest, and climbed off of her, only to hear her mumble something. Bending down to listen carefully, he asked, “What?”

“I love you, son,” came her barely audible whisper, then her arm lifted and pulled him down to her in a hug. Deciding there was no better place to sleep tonight, even though it was early on a Friday, Adam carefully slipped out of his clothes, trying not to disturb her, and cuddled with the older woman till he too fell asleep.

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Adam awoke from a pleasant dream, to an even more pleasant sensation. He moaned softly, and the sensation paused for a moment. Adam opened his eyes, and lifted to covers to look dawn at his mom.

She met his gaze as his slick cock slipped between her soft lips, and grinned. Adam placed his hand on the back of her head, and moaned again as she picked up her pace, but kept eye contact with him. She wasn’t nearly as talented as April or Minnie, but what she lacked there, she made up for in love.

Adam had been afraid that she was avoiding him again, after their last sexual encounter, but those fears swiftly left his mind as his beautiful mother continued to slurp and suck on his pole.

He felt bad that he was getting all the attention and sat up. “Mom, I want to taste you while you do that,” he whispered, and then moaned again as her whole body shivered at his words. She turned her body around, without allowing his member to leave the warm confines of her cheeks, and planted her white panty covered pelvis over his face.

Adam wrapped his arms around her waist, and noticed how wet her crotch was. The entire cloth was soaked in her juices. Adam leaned up, and planted a kiss on the slight fold of the fabric, and heard his mother moan at the touch. He licked his lips, savoring her taste. Planting his lips firmly against her covered crotch, he sucked hard, trying to pull as much of her juices from her panties as he could. Instead they only became wetter.

Frustrated, he pulled the white cloth to the side, deciding to taste her from the source. He stuck his tongue in as far as it would go, wishing it were longer. It was a good thing his arms were holding her down, as she started to buck her hips against his face, grinding her pelvis against his devouring mouth. A few seconds later his tongue, lips, and teeth were flooded with her juices, as she moaned around his cock.

“I need you in me now, Adam,” she told him, jerking him off while she spoke. “I want to feel this deep inside me again.”

Adam was only too happy to oblige. Carol spun around, and mashed her lips to his, her tongue seeking entrance. He sucked her tongue in, as he felt her panties press firmly against the head of his penis. His mother groaned in frustration as she continued to push back, as if he could tear through the thin fabric. Finally she lifted up without breaking the lip-lock, and then slipped then off.

She immediately mashed her hips back down against him, sliding her wet snatch along the length of his rod. They both groaned in frustration this time, and Adam finally reached down, and helped guide himself back into the hole he was born from.

This time their moans were from bliss and satisfaction, as he slowly sank home. He savored every inch of her tightly wrapped around him as he entered her deeper and deeper. As soon as he felt her clit brush the base of his cock, he gave a powerful thrust upwards. Carol’s kiss intensified, as she placed her hands on Adam’s chest, and ground her hips against his.

Adam remembered the fire from her loins before, and it was easily matched this time, as they seemed to suck and massage him from deep within her.

He broke of their kiss, and placed his lips against her jaw, then the slope of her neck, working his way down her chest till he finally reached her hard nipple. He used his lips to massage it, making it stand out even more, if that were possible, and delighting in her loud moans above him.

He grabbed hold of her hips, and used his muscles to move her more powerfully above him. “That’s it son. Fuck your mother harder!” She nearly screamed. “Oh, yeah! Keep that up, and you’re gonna make me come again!” Her pace increased, and this time Adam let her take her lead, as he felt his own nearing, but wanted to prolong it as long as possible.

She suddenly stopped, and shuddered atop him, and he had to pull every trick he could think of to ignore how great her pussy felt undulating around him. He could feel her cum soaking him, leaking down around his balls, and staining her sheets as she continued to have one long sustained orgasm.

He switched nipples, nibbling a little on this one, when she started to move again. He felt her hand on the back of his head, pressing him firmly against her teat. Adam’s hands roamed down to her slander ass, cupping both cheeks.

“Lemme know when you are close, okay?” Adam nodded in response, and picked up his pace, knowing that the inevitable was close. He tried to suck her whole tit into his mouth, and felt his mother start another minor orgasm.

“I’m gonna…” He said, releasing the nipple. Carol hopped off him, and surprised him by putting his sodden cock back between her lips. It was way too much, and as he felt her tongue swirl around his head, he unloaded his first jet into her sucking mouth. He seemed to cum for what felt like hours as his wonderful mom milked him for all of his seed.

When she finally released him with a slight ‘pop’, her hand still firmly grasping him, she said, “This tastes so much better than what I have been taking after we… I think I will just do this from now on.”

It took him a moment to realize that she wanted to keep doing this, and he was thankful that he wouldn’t have to worry about getting one more woman pregnant. He still wasn’t sure how he was going to take care of everyone, though from what April and Minnie told him, he no longer needed to worry about the actual costs of the pregnancies.

Thinking of doing this again with the wonderful older woman before him, Adam realized he was still hard. Carol noticed too. She smiled, and then looked at the clock behind him. “Oh shit! I need to get back to the lab. I guess you’ll just have to get April to take care of this.” She gave his cock one last squeeze before getting out of bed.

“A-April?” He tried to stammer, shocked.

“Oh, don’t act so surprised! I know who got her pregnant. Did you forget?” She examined him as she pulled on her pants. “Actually, I really need to talk to the both of you. And bring Minnie too. Let’s plan it for Sunday. I know you graduate on Wednesday, and I think there are some things you should know, but I want to talk to both of you, and since Minnie is carrying your child also, I feel she should know too.”

Adam just gaped at his mom as she finished dressing. She knew about Minnie! He didn’t know how she knew, but she did. That she wasn’t angry, and that she wasn’t jealous about sharing him with them simply blew his mind, until well after she had left.

After thinking about her words for quite some time, Adam finally got up, and dressed himself. He ate a bowl of cereal, and after checking his phone he decided he wanted to spend this Saturday with April and Minnie. Miss Shelly was busy with grading papers and whatever else teachers did before graduation.

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JOURNAL NOTE: I truly hope that my own children have strong enough morals to withstand what they might be capable of doing with the ability they were born with. I don’t look forward to talking to them. Hopefully I will be able to keep my emotions running strong, so that I can counter both my children’s pheromones at once.

END NOTE.
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Minnie’s feet shifted restlessly while she waited for Adam’s and April’s mother to arrive. She had been dreading this moment for quite some time now, and had been trying to come up with reasons that she shouldn’t be there. She had told them that this sounded like a family meeting, only to be told that she was part of the family now. She hadn’t been able to come up with anything else to get her out of this meeting, and so now found herself fidgeting on the couch, waiting for her two lover’s mother to arrive.

Glancing at them, she noted that they were just as nervous as her. Minnie had been shocked to find out that not only was Carol okay with them all sleeping together, but that the older woman had actually been with both of her children as well. She had never met Carol, but from pictures she was able to deduce that the other woman was attractive in her own right.

Minnie started as someone rang the bell. It took a few moments for her heart to slide its way out of her throat, only to leap back up as Carol walked into the room. Minnie scanned the area, looking for a place to hide, certain now that Carol was here that the woman was there to berate them all for their depraved acts.

“I have looked forward to meeting you, Minnie. I’m Carol.” The sibling’s mom held out her hand as she smiled, completely confusing and disarming Minnie. She found herself mesmerized by the woman’s aplomb, as she took the hand and gently shook it.

“N-nice to f-finally meet you,” Minnie stuttered, embarrassed by her own behavior. “Please, have a seat.”

Carol chose the love seat, the only single chair in the room, forcing the other three to share the couch. Minnie found herself on Adam’s right, April on the other side of her brother. Minnie’s panic started to rise again, remembering similar situations with her own parents, so long ago. This almost felt like an interrogation.

“I’m glad you’re all here,” Carol began, her voice soft, and for the first time Minnie realized that Carol was nervous too, as her hands fidgeted in her lap. “There is something I need to tell you, and it’s not going to be easy.” Carol paused, as if considering, and everyone remained silently waiting. “Some time ago, I realized that both my children were special. Not in the way all parents think their children are special, but in a more general, and unique way.”

Minnie felt Adam take her hand in his, and noted how sweaty his palms were. She was thankful for his consideration, however, and placed her other hand over his.

“I never told either of you about your father,” Carol continued, and Minnie was confused. Their father? What did he have to do with any of this? “I know you both joke about being test-tube babies, but I only ever saw him twice, and both times he… Well, he left me pregnant.” Carol looked at both her children, meeting their eyes, and Minnie once again felt like an intruder in family business. “I didn’t understand then how he was so easily able to disarm me, and have his way with me, until awhile back, when I saw you two making love together, and I… I… I wanted to join in, instead of stop you.” She said this last in a rush.

Nobody said a word, shocked and surprised, despite what they all knew about each other, and what Carol was slowly revealing.

“For days I stressed, and tried to understand my own feelings, until an idea hit me. What if it wasn’t me?” Carol looked to Adam now, “I ran home and found one of your dirty socks, and stripped the sheets from your bed. I examined them both, and discovered something shocking.” Carol once again paused, as she examined her tightly clasped hands in her lap. “My son creates powerful pheromones. So powerful, that they give an incredibly strong reaction in any woman who catches a whiff of them.” Carol looked back up, searching each of their eyes. April was the first to break the silence.

“Are you saying that what we’ve been feeling for each other is all because Adam creates pheromones that drive us crazy? I don’t believe it. We’re not animals, to be controlled by our lusts.” April was vehement in her statements, and Minnie wanted to agree, but she remembered when she had first met Adam. She had become horny the second he’d walked through the door. Yes he was an extremely attractive man, but he was also younger than her. She usually preferred older men. Was she being unwittingly controlled by Adam?

Carol shook her head before answering. “The pheromones don’t make you physically do anything. They do, however, make you extremely, er, horny, for the person creating them.”

“So, you’re telling me that the reason you all are sleeping with me is because my body makes these pheromones?” Adam asked, and Minnie squeezed his hand in hers at the sound of the pain in his voice. Looking at him, something dawned on her.

“Pheromones may have made me horny for you, but it was you that made me love you,” she told him, willing him to understand. He looked at her, and she noted the pain in his eyes, and pulled him into her embrace. Regardless of what his body did to her crotch, it was his mind and heart that she loved. The rest was just an added bonus.

Minnie felt April join in on the hug, as she professed her love as well. Minnie realized her cheeks were wet with tears, and didn’t care as both woman cried with their man held between them. Minnie also noted that her own feelings for April were the same, and told her so. April laughed through her tears, telling the brunette that she already knew, but that she loved her too.

They likely would have stayed like that forever, if Carol hadn’t cleared her throat.

“I’m not trying to tell you that what you’re feeling, and I will admit that I feel the same, is not genuine, but I felt you should know everything. Especially considering the children you both bear.”

Minnie placed her hand protectively over her abdomen. What did her child have to do with any of this? April must have had the same thought. “Our children? What about them?” There was no mistaking the fear in April’s voice.

“Your father made his own pheromones, as does your brother… As do you.” April made pheromones as well? Once again, Minnie found herself evaluating her feeling towards her dearest friend, only to find she didn’t care. She still loved the beautiful blonde woman. It didn’t matter what had brought them to this point, the important thing was that they were there now.

It was Adam that put the pieces together, and Minnie mentally kicked herself for not having seen it herself. “So you’re saying that our children… My children will have the same… curse?”

“Most men your age wouldn’t think of it as a curse,” Carol told her son. “But yes, there is almost no doubt that the child April carries will have the same genes, and likely the one Minnie carries too.”

“So you’re telling me,” April said, “that someday, our own children will likely seduce us with their own pheromones?” Minnie hadn’t thought of that. She didn’t know how she felt about the idea of sleeping with her own child. It was fine for her two lovers to be siblings and do it, and she could accept that Adam and Carol had been together, but up till this point, she hadn’t committed any incest herself.

“It is a possibility, yes. But I am working on a counteragent at work. One that will hopefully either stop the production of the pheromones, or halt their effects on someone else.” Carol swept her eyes along all of them before continuing. “There is more.”

“More?” Minnie almost shouted. She wasn’t sure how much more she could handle.

Carol gave her a pitying glance before continuing. “I know this is hard on all of you, but you need to know. There is a man that I work with. Well, not much of a man really, more like a complete douche bag asshole, but you get the idea. He stole the pheromones I had synthesized in order to study, and has been using them for his own ends.”

“Mom… Are you…?” Adam couldn’t seem to finish the sentence.

“No, I seem to be immune to his advances, thankfully.” Carol drew in a deep breath, and seemed to hesitate. What could be worse than she had already revealed? “April, Minnie… The man that is studying your babies is this same man.” Minnie went numb. The nice man that was going to pay for the pregnancy was the same man that had stolen Carol’s work and was using it for his own ends?

“What does he need to study us for, if he already has your work?” Minnie asked, as the thought occurred to her.

Carol explained how Harold’s body seemed to become immune to the synthesized pheromones, and he wanted a way to make it permanent for himself, by studying their genes. Both younger women adamantly stated that they wouldn’t go back, but Carol started to convince them otherwise. They were also helping with her research, and she needed to hurry. It would all come to a head on Wednesday if she hadn’t found a counter-agent by that time.

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JOURNAL NOTE: I can see that Harold is getting close to a solution. I can only hope that I come up with one first, or we are all doomed.

END NOTE.
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April was still sorting out her feelings, as her mother finished explaining the plan. Minnie and her would continue to get studied, and have their pregnancies paid for, while Carol would continue her research, and monitoring Harold’s notes. It was their best chance for success.

Her mother stood, and April almost giggled as everyone else stood at the same time. “Well, I’d better get back to work,” she said, and April noticed that she didn’t want her mother to leave just yet.

“Why don’t you stay for dinner?” Minnie asked, and April could have kissed her.

“All things considered, I don’t know that me sticking around is such a good idea. My strong emotions have kept the pheromones in this house from overpowering me so far, but they can’t last forever.” April was about to answer when Minnie beet her to it again.

“Would that be so bad?” To everybody’s surprise, the glasses wearing brunette stepped up to the older woman, and placed her hand on her cheek. “To stay here a little longer… and relax?” Minnie drew her hand back, guiding Carol’s face with it, till their lips met. Her mother let out a frustrated moan, before she capitulated and started returning the kiss.

Looking to Adam, April noted that he was just as shocked as she was. If they were the ones producing the pheromones, why was Minnie coming on to their mother? She soon realized she didn’t care as she watched the two continue their kiss. Minnie’s hands traveled down the older woman’s back, till they landed of her tight rear. With a moan of desire that was audible to all, Minnie pulled Carol tighter to her.

Feeling a little left out, April looked to Adam, noticing that he was still staring in shock. Leaning over, she grabbed the front of his shirt, and pulled him to her for a kiss of their own.

Remembering what their mother had told them about Pheromones, April took a deep breath as their kiss intensified, and did notice a discernable increase to the itch between her legs. None of that really mattered though, as she began working to get Adam’s pants undone. The pheromones may have been what caused her to screw her brother in the first place, but not what made her love him.

With his pants off, April quickly removed her shirt, glad as always that she had stopped wearing bras when she was home, when she saw the hunger that covered her brother’s face. He attacked her nipples hungrily, and the sensation seemed to drive a bolt straight to her pussy. The itch intensified, but she ignored it for now; it would be satisfied soon enough. She let her hands fall to the back of his head, and hugged him to her, as he slavered over her tits. His hands worked at her skirt, and soon had it down to her ankles.

Adam left off suckling her melons, and trailed kisses down her barely distended abdomen, to her already soaked crotch, as he moved her back to the couch. She let out a deep moan of her own when she felt his lips brush her inner labia a moment before his tongue dove into her.

Another moan sounded, reminding her that they weren’t alone in the room, and April looked over to see that Minnie was completely nude now while Carol fondled the younger woman’s smaller breasts. Carol’s pants were on the floor, and Minnie’s hand was busy getting April’s mother off.

Minnie saw her looking, and winked seductively to her. This started April’s first orgasm of the night, and though it was a relatively small one, it still wracked her body with convulsions. April signaled for her friend to come over and join them, and Minnie did so, leading Carol by the crotch as she did so. Minnie sat on April’s face, while turning sideways and still playing with Carol. In this way, the four were linked, one to another.

Adam’s mouth worked its way back up to her chest, and she moaned into Minnie’s cunt as his head bumped her clit, sending shivers of anticipation through her body. She lifted her legs wide in the air, and felt someone, likely her mother, grab her left foot and started sucking on her toes. No one had ever done this to her before, and just as the rim of her brother’s cock broke inside of her, she came hard. She soaked Adam’s rod, and despite increasing her grip down there, his entry into her eased. It only took a couple seconds for him to reach her innermost depths, intensifying her already strong orgasm.

Her mouth was flooded by Minnie’s juices, as she too came from what April was doing for her. Minnie crawled off April, and got behind Adam, wrapping her arms around his torso, and reaching down to play with April’s clit. “You like fucking your sister, don’t you,” April could just make out Minnie’s words as her brother continued to slide his full length in and out of her. “How do you like the feel of my tits against your back, as your sister’s pussy slides around your cock?”

If she said anything else, it was cut off as Carol planted her snatch on her daughter’s face. April reached up, and twisted her mother’s nipples between her fingers, while she sucked hard on the clit between her lips.

Adam’s prick and Minnie’s fingers brought her to yet another orgasm (she couldn’t remember having so many so quickly), and felt him slid out of her. As always, she felt empty inside, after having just felt so full only moments before. The emptiness between her legs was soon replaced by a mouth, that April realized had to be Minnie’s, by the feel of the hair on her thighs. April had to admit that Minnie was better at this than her brother, though after some training, her brother was one of the best.

Carol climbed off her daughter, and April saw Adam bending her over, and sliding into her from behind. Their mother’s eyes rolled back into her head as he sank fully into her, and April wondered if she had the same look of lust on her face when her brother was between her legs.

Her mother bent down even more, and used her hands to pull one of April’s breasts to her mouth, grunting as Adam pounded into her. April closed her eyes, enjoying the sensations the two women were bestowing on her, as she felt Minnie start to slide her fingers inside her. She started to buck her hips as she felt the brunettes full fist enter her, and start to open and close. It seemed to hit all the right spots, and with that combined with her beautiful mother at her nipples, the world went white as she came harder than ever before. Wave after wave of pure ecstasy beat against her body, driving it to new heights of bliss that she never knew existed or could be contained within the human body…

As she finally came down, she realized that the room had changed again, as Minnie sat atop Adam’s rod, riding him briskly. Carol was sitting on her son’s face, and leaning over to slobber over Minnie’s pert breasts.

April let her hands drop down to her own hole, and slipped a couple fingers inside with one hand, while using the other on her clit. She continued to watch the other three, until Minnie called out her own orgasm. A second later, Adam tried to announce that he was close, muffled slightly by Carol’s crotch.

To April’s surprise, Carol forced Minnie off her son, and gobbled his huge cock into her mouth, licking up all the combined juices from all three women. This seemed to do it for her brother, and April brought herself off as she watched Adam shoot his wad deep into their mother’s throat. This in turn set Carol into another orgasm, as she shook and swallowed, and then shook some more.

Throughout the night, the four coupled, till exhausted, they collapsed and slept.

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PERSONAL NOTE: Success! I have figured out which genes control the production of pheromones, and have already devised how to get the genes into my system. It will be painful, to say the least, as I inject the required genes directly into my bone marrow. I only hope it takes effect quickly enough.

I should spend more time on testing, but there really isn’t time. The meeting with Mrs. Julander is only a few days away.

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Shelly sat at her desk, completely stunned by what Adam had just told her. Everything that had happened was because he produced some sort of super powerful pheromones? She didn’t want to believe it. She wanted to believe that she had been in control the whole time, but looking back on how things had played out over the last while, she could easily see how it could be true, and how she had deluded herself.

She had given up everything but her career for him. Because she had thought that she loved him, but to find that it had all just been a chemical reaction, just seemed too cruel.

With tears streaming down her cheeks, Shelly fled from her lover, knowing that he wasn’t done talking to her. Fled from the man that even now, even knowing the truth, she wanted to run to, and be held. She wanted to go back and feel his arms around her, and his stiff meat inside her. Through some force of will, she kept running away.

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PERSONAL NOTE: My whole body aches. Those needles are HUGE, and the pain of them drilling into so many places at once was nearly unbearable. I couldn’t walk for a whole day afterwards, and was warned to take things lightly today, but I am just so excited. The only real question I have right now is: should I wait till my meeting, or start having fun immediately?

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Harold knocked on the door to the CEO’s office. He was still in a bit of pain from the procedure, but he was confident in its success. He had already noticed what few women were around, with the noted exception of Carol, glancing at him in desire. He no longer needed to use the substance. His body was creating it for him. He would no longer need to worry about becoming immune to it, because he WAS it.

The only cloud he felt now, hanging over him, was that slight smile Carol had given him before she left for her slut son’s graduation.

Well, he thought, I hope you enjoy fucking your own son every day you are unemployed. After today, you will be out of my hair, and I will be running this company.

The door opened, and he saw Mrs. Julander sitting behind her desk. He gave her his best smile as he entered, and she calmly pointed to a seat before her.

“I’m sorry I had to delay our meeting, Harold. I had something rather unexpected come up.” Her blue eyes regarded him for a second, trying to find something, before she continued. Had she somehow gotten wind of his plan? He immediately dismissed the thought. How could she? No one had access to his notes, besides him. “I understand you had some important research to discuss? Something about the substance?”

Again he stopped in fear, thinking she had figured him out. Is that what Carol’s smile had been about? But no… He could already see his own chemicals start to affect the other woman. Her eyes were dilating, and she was starting to lick her lips. Was she fidgeting in her chair because her pussy was getting wet with him around her? He grabbed an envelope off her desk, and started wafting himself with it. He didn’t feel that he needed the extra pheromones out there, but for some reason he was nervous.

It would work, he told himself. It WOULD!

When he saw Mrs. Julander’s arm drop from running her fingers through her nearly jet black hair, brushing her breast on the way down and making her eyes glaze over slightly, he knew he had her. He decided to throw caution to the wind.

“I do have something that I wish to discuss with you, but don’t you think you would be able to hear me better with my dick in your mouth?”

He almost laughed at the speed at which she crawled over her desk to get to him. Harold happily unbuttoned his trousers, and let her fish him out.

He was a bit surprised to note that he was still flaccid, but knew that Mrs. Julander would get him hard in no time. He had refrained from any sexual activity while the gene therapy took place, and he was pretty horny by now.

He moaned softly as her lips pulled at his small head. He decided to tease her a little bit. “What about your husband? What if he finds out?” Harold had every intention of making sure that Mr. Julander found out, but not till AFTER he was done with her.

“What’s wrong?” Mrs. Julander asked, pulling her lips from his still limp cock.

Harold looked down in consternation. He didn’t understand. He was horny as hell, and his balls were even starting to ache, but try as he might, he couldn’t get hard. He tried everything he could think of, but no matter what, he only got hornier, while remaining limp.

He could see that Mrs. Julander was starting to get angry with him, and he knew he was losing control of the situation. If he didn’t get hard fast, he was going to be in trouble. The pain in his crotch made it hard to think though, until it was too late.

“If you can’t satisfy me in any way, I think you are done here. Carol warned me about you. I guess I should have listened better!”

She shoved him out of her office, his pants still around his ankles, as she turned to her secretary. “Please have Harold escorted from the premises, and file a complaint with Human Resources. This man tried to come onto me, and refused to take no for an answer.” Mrs. Julander spun around, slamming the door behind her.

Harold knew this looked bad. Mrs. Julander had still been completely dressed, and there was no evidence other than Harold’s pants around his ankles of what had truly happened in there.

He turned to the secretary behind the desk, noticing him for the first time. He was an older man, with graying short hair, and thick glasses on. Harold usually scoffed at men doing what he considered women’s work. The secretary smiled at him as he hung up the phone. Security arrived to take him away almost immediately after. They must have been close to be here this fast.

Two large burly men in uniform started marching him towards the elevator, and Harold started plotting his revenge against Carol and her family. Somehow, he figure, this was all her fault. Hadn’t Mrs. Julander told him that she had warned the CEO? He didn’t know what Carol had done, but he was determined to fix it and make her pay.

Did that guard just pinch his ass? Harold looked to the large man, who was grinning sheepishly at him. He felt a hand on his rear again, and spun to look at the other guard. What were they thinking? The elevator suddenly stopped, and Harold turned again to see the first guard with his hand on the emergency stop button.

The second guard picked up the emergency phone, and called down to the front desk, letting them know everything was fine, but that they had to make a bit of a stop. They would get going again soon.

Harold’s horror started to mount as both guards started to grope him, and it finally dawned on him that his pheromones seemed to work on men too.

He didn’t want to contemplate what would happen when these two very large men found that he was currently impotent. To make matters worse, his balls were hurting worse than ever.

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JOURNAL NOTE: I did it! I was able to switch some of the information in his results. I couldn’t change the actual gene, as I am sure he would have noticed that, but I was able to modify the data, so that it looked like he would need a combination of genes. I made sure that April’s was one of them. I wonder what kind of effects this will have on him?

Now to continue to solve the dilemma of my own family.

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Adam stepped down off the stage after collecting his diploma, only to immediately be surrounded by his mother, sister, and girlfriend. Or all three of his girlfriends, as he was starting to think of them.

“I’m glad you could make it,” he told his mother, when he could finally get enough air to breathe.

“I just received a call from the office,” she told them all excitedly. “It seems our problem is no longer a problem.”

They all hugged each other again happily, as Carol continued the good news. “My company is going to honor the contracts with you girls, and then some. The kids will be taken care of for life, each of you receiving a monthly stipend.”

Adam was on an emotional high all that day, the only thing that still bothered him was Miss Shelly. She hadn’t shown up to the graduation, and when he had asked after her, he had been told that she had resigned and was moving away.

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JOURNAL NOTE: I have finally done the impossible. After many months of exhaustive research, I have discovered how to disable the genes that are causing my children to create these powerful pheromones. I almost wonder though if I should use it. We are all so happy now, with little Jesse (Minnie’s daughter) and James (April’s son) running around. I wonder what my twins will be like when they are born?

Whether I choose to give the antidote to Adam and April is up in the air, maybe I will give them the choice. I will give it to the children. There is no need for them to suffer through the embarrassment that might happen otherwise. I’ll just tell them it is a flu shot. So far, all four children are carrying the pheromone gene.

END NOTE.
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Epilogue:

Shelly was still fighting back the tears as she drove away. A part of her still desired and needed to go back to Adam, back to her lover, but she was too afraid of what might happen to her and the child within her if she did.

A move across the country might not be far enough, but it was her only hope. She may only be an English teacher, but she was determined that her child would be raised properly, and with the proper amount of love that it deserved.

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There is an old tale that circulates through the hospitals about a night a man was brought in, broken and bleeding. While his life wasn’t in danger, the staff and even some of the patients around them participated in a massive orgy. Everyone knows that it must be a tale, though, for no respectable doctor would participate in such debauchery.

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Author’s note: This brings to end this series. You may see some of these characters again, but I haven’t yet decided.

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This story is about two schoolgirls, but the action does not take place on the school premises. It is fiction, and any resemblance to real persons or places is purely coincidental.

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2009

It was in early November that Natalie arrived as a new pupil at the girls-only secondary school in the outer London suburb to which her parents had just moved. Natalie was four months past her sixteenth birthday, a pretty girl with rich brown curly hair falling to her shoulders, deep dark eyes and a slightly snub nose. She was not particularly tall at five feet four inches, and quite nicely slim without being skinny. Her most outstanding feature, in every sense of that word, was her bust – it came from her mother’s side of the family, who were big-chested women of Italian ancestry, and her figure had blossomed during the past year. She now wore a 30D bra, and was beginning to find even that rather tight and constricting; certainly, she must have had just about the biggest pair of tits of any girl in her class and perhaps in the year above as well.

It is always awkward to join a class in the middle of a term, as everyone has already made their friends and the groups are all established. However, Natalie didn’t find things too difficult – she was a bright and friendly girl, equable in temperament and confident without being pushy, and she knew she needed to be patient. Natalie was smart and fashionable, but without seeming to be a rival to the little clique of the coolest girls, and in general she got quite a pleasant reception.

One of the first and friendliest of the existing class to welcome her was Jenny, who was also in the second tier of the unspoken class hierarchy – she was just outside the smartest set, and was treated with general respect. Jenny was five feet nine inches tall and quite athletic – a keen tennis player, in fact. She had long legs with well-muscled thighs, a taut ass and a slim body. She wore a 28B bra, and had fine straight blonde hair; for school, she kept this either in a pony tail or plaited into a couple of pigtails.

As soon as the two girls met, they found that they had a lot of opinions in common and shared a similar sense of humour. Natalie had been in the class for less than a week when Jenny invited her to visit after school the next day, so that they could hang out together and get to know each other better. Natalie was delighted, and told her mother where she was going and that she wouldn’t be home until early evening.

Just before four o’clock the next afternoon, they arrived at Jenny’s house, a nice detached building of medium size in the same quiet suburban neighbourhood that Natalie now also lived in – her home being just a few streets away, perhaps a ten minute walk. Jenny unlocked the front door, explaining that there was no one there because both her parents worked in the city and wouldn’t get back until about seven o’clock, and her only sibling – a sister who was four years older – was away at university. They would have the house to themselves and, she said with suppressed giggles that at once infected Natalie as well, they could do anything that they wanted.

First of all, they fixed themselves a snack of orange juice and chocolate biscuits, and then spent some time in the living room, commenting on the DVDs and finding that they liked a lot of the same movies. Then Jenny took Natalie upstairs to her own bedroom and showed her that, and the two girls had some fun looking through Jenny’s outfits – there were several that Natalie admired enthusiastically.

It was now nearly five o’clock, as the two girls sat cross-legged on Jenny’s comfortable bed, gossiping about some of their classmates. They had shed their jackets and shoes, but otherwise were still dressed in their school uniforms. This consisted of white stretch socks to just below the knee, a dark maroon pleated skirt which came almost down to meet them, a plain white buttoned shirt, and a tie with alternating stripes of dark maroon and yellow – the school colours.

After a while, as talk lapsed a little and both girls were feeling comfortable with each other, Jenny began to compliment Natalie on her figure. The other girl blushed slightly, though secretly she was flattered, as Jenny declared she would just kill to have an amazing figure like Natalie’s. Then, with some hesitancy, Jenny asked if she could see Natalie’s breasts, which were quite well hidden by the stiff white shirt (and, at school, by the grey, maroon-edged, blazer as well). Natalie hesitated for a moment, but did not want to offend her new friend by refusing.

‘Well … OK’, replied Natalie, quietly and with a slight catch in her voice. She moved to undo her tie, and was surprised when Jenny reached out and touched her hand.

‘Let me … please’, breathed Jenny, and Natalie felt suddenly fixed in a moment of stillness, unwilling to deny her. Jenny loosened the knot of Natalie’s tie and drew it out from her collar, letting it fall unheeded to the bedroom floor. Then, gently but with an unhurried methodicalness, she began to unbutton Natalie’s shirt from the neck downwards, letting it naturally fall more and more open as each fastening was deftly undone. Natalie glanced downwards, and she gulped slightly as she saw Jenny’s fingers against the swell of her breasts and felt Jenny’s touch brushing against her bra, as her chest was exposed. It felt suddenly erotic, and it seemed to her that the air in the bedroom had gone unnaturally still, crackling with electric anticipation. She was aware of a dryness in her throat, a strange flutter in her stomach, and a warmth at the top of her legs.

‘Oh – wow!’ murmured Jenny in admiration, as she popped the last button and pulled the rest of the shirt out of the waistband of Natalie’s skirt. Then, as if unveiling an exhibit (as, indeed, she was), she pulled Natalie’s shirt wide open and let it fall back from her unresisting shoulders to lie about her elbows. Jenny drank in the gorgeous slight revealed – two full and superbly rounded breasts, almost overflowing the bra that encased and uplifted them, making a deep cleavage between. The bra was in the school regulation colour of white, but because of the ripeness of Natalie’s figure it was under-wired and also had bracing side panels – the effect of both being to push the breasts outwards and forwards.

Natalie lost much of her sudden feeling of embarrassment when Jenny sighed, and said longingly: ‘oooh, they are just gorgeous – you lucky, lucky thing!’ They talked for a minute, Jenny’s eyes riveted on Natalie’s cleavage.

‘They must be heavy,’ Jenny said suddenly, and then in a tone partly of curiosity and partly husky with something else, she asked if she could hold them and feel their weight. Before Natalie could formulate a response, or even decide if she liked that idea or not, Jenny had leant forward and cupped one breast in each hand. Natalie gave a slight squeak of surprise, but registered no protest and made no physical resistance.

‘Oh!’ exclaimed Jenny in fascination, ‘they’re soft, but also … mmm … firm.’ Natalie closed her eyes, and gave a broken moan – for Jenny’s hands were no longer just supporting the weight of her breasts – they were fondling and stroking them.

‘They must be sensitive, too, I guess’, mused Jenny aloud as her hands caressed the cups of Natalie’s bra. Oh, yes, thought Natalie to herself, eyes closed and nostrils flaring, they are sensitive! This attention was making her stomach feel light, but her lower pelvis in compensation felt heavy and sluggish. Natalie just gave a broken murmur in response – which in its inarticulate way was a clear enough answer to the question. Jenny’s fondling was now getting firmer and more assertive, and then Natalie heard her new friend say softly:

‘Please – let me see them properly.’

Without waiting for a reply, Jenny’s hands reached round to undo the clasp of Natalie’s bra, after which the garment fell away from her front simultaneously with her shirt tumbling off her arms at the back. Natalie could feel not only the cool air on her exposed breasts – which must be the reason for the sudden stiffness of her nipples – but also Jenny’s warm breath. Then came something else, and she yelped and would have fallen over but for Jenny’s hands suddenly holding her waist. The cause of Natalie’s loss of balance was the touch of Jenny’s lips on her right breast, licking it and teasing the nipple with her teeth.

‘Oh, sweet Lord!’, moaned Natalie, her head going back on her shoulders, which had the perhaps unconscious effect of proferring her tits even more readily in Jenny’s direction, and of spreading her thighs a bit further apart.

Jenny lost no time in taking advantage of both offerings, with renewed vigour applying her mouth like a suction hose to Natalie’s breast, whilst also slipping a hand under the girl’s skirt and up between her parted thighs, to take a grip on the crotch of her panties and start massaging there.

It was all too much for Natalie, and she collapsed backwards, drawing Jenny over on top of herself. The curvaceous brunette gasped, her mouth wide open in shock and her eyes magnetically fixed on Jenny’s face. Her body told the true story of her feelings – her nipples were stiffly erect, she had spread her legs wide open – making her school uniform skirt ride up to her waist, and her back was slightly arched as she pushed back with a responsive pressure against Jenny’s ever-more insistently exploring touch.

Both girls knew that they had crossed an irreversible line some time ago – what was going on here was well beyond making a new friend, beyond even the kind of larking about that long-established close friends could dismiss as being just for a laugh. However, Jenny didn’t care, and she was rather thinking – more than merely hoping – that Natalie didn’t either. Jenny took a deep breath for courage, and made her intentions quite unmistakeable. With one hand starting to slip inside Natalie’s panties to search for her moist slit, Jenny leant downwards and kissed the busty girl full on the lips, her tongue questing between them with a clear sexual purpose.

The effects were all that she could have hoped for. Not only did Natalie respond to her kiss hungrily and passionately, pushing her own tongue in to explore Jenny’s mouth, but the sweet brunette also reached down to grasp her own panties and jerk them partway down her thighs; it was then the work of only a second for Jenny to whisk them all the way off. At once, free from their restraint, Natalie’s legs swung wide apart, opening herself to whatever Jenny might desire.

Jenny broke their long wet kiss, and sat back on her hips, taking a deep breath. She looked down at the pretty babe who was pinned beneath her thighs – but who was certainly no unwilling prisoner. Jenny cupped the full mounds of Natalie’s breasts again, and slid her own pelvis backwards to squat between Natalie’s spread thighs. Then, with her eyes locked onto Natalie’s rather dazed and wondering ones for as long as possible, Jenny folded slowly forwards from the waist so that her face came down in a smooth arc, bringing her lips to their target of Natalie’s public mound.

‘Oooh! Oh, heavens!! ohmigod!!’ tumbled brokenly from Natalie’s lips, as her new friend – still dressed in nearly all of her school uniform – began to lap at the pussy opening, probing with her tongue and then with finger tips as well.

‘You’re not still a virgin, are you?’ asked Jenny, with a sudden note of doubt in her voice.

‘Oh, no … I was … no, that’s OK, don’t worry’, mumbled Natalie, adding ‘it happened a few months ago’, as a vivid memory of that event flashed through her mind, adding to the swelling heat and soft damp looseness between her legs.

‘Good!’ said Jenny, and her questing fingers probed firmer and deeper, with amazing results as they brushed along Natalie’s vaginal walls. Then the big-titted brunette’s nerve-endings electrified her and her mind was swamped by waves of ecstasy, as Jenny’s questing tongue slipped beneath the hood of her clitoris and found the mother-lode. Natalie sobbed and gasped, her pelvis arching off the bed and her legs splayed wide apart, as Jenny brought her to two shuddering climaxes, one hand ramming two fingers deep into her cunt and the other hand squeezing and kneading one of her magnificent breasts.

In the wake of her orgasms, Natalie collapsed back on the bed, trembling with slight shock and with her senses in a whirl. Jenny looked down at her pretty conquest, admiring yet again the swell of those amazing breasts. Then she bent forwards and gently brushed Natalie’s hair away from her sweat-stroked face. Jenny kissed the other girl lovingly on the lips and then at the base of her throat, before breathing softly into her ear:

‘I’m going to be your very best friend.’

Natalie’s soft but decisive answer of ‘No’ took Jenny aback, and she recoiled in surprise to sit upright again. However, her moment of hurt swiftly vanished as she saw the broad grin on Natalie’s face.

‘No,’ the delicious young brunette said again, ‘I want you to be my girl-friend.’ With that, Natalie lifted one of her own hands to caress the shape of Jenny’s budding pert titties, whilst she slid the other under Jenny’s pleated school uniform skirt, and quested for her new lover’s panties. With an assurance that made Jenny suddenly think that perhaps Natalie was not a newcomer to lesbian love-making, the brunette pushed her hand down inside the front of Jenny’s skimpy white panties, cupping her Venus mound and stroking the blonde girl’s slit with her fingertips.

‘Your turn!’ laughed Natalie, catching Jenny unawares as she swung over to the side, rolling around and reversing their positions, ending up on top of the suddenly breathless blonde. For a moment, Natalie continued to stroke the front of Jenny’s shirt, feeling the hardening of the nipples through Jenny’s soft cotton bra. The busty brunette undid Jenny’s shirt and pulled it open, and then pulled down the cups of her bra to expose her slim but cute breasts. Natalie’s fingers stroked Jenny’s nipples, causing the blonde to writhe and gasp underneath her thighs. Then she followed Jenny’s example, bending down to give each breast a full range of oral services.

Never one to waste opportunities, whilst her mouth was busy with titty-licking, Natalie reached under and behind herself, and pulled Jenny’s pleated school uniform skirt upwards to bunch around her waist. Her right hand swiftly returned, slipping across the naked skin of Jenny’s lower stomach and then thrusting down into her panties to seek the cleft of her pussy.

Natalie’s manipulations here had all the effects she could have desired, as Jenny went into spasms beneath her, shuddering and moaning. The blonde’s eyes were tightly shut as she rode the mounting wave of her climax, and then they snapped open to fix with vivid intensity on this full-breasted girl who she had never even heard of a week before, and who was now her intimate lover, riding her like a jump-racing horse – clearing each fence, and riding even harder at the next one. Jenny’s breathing quickened and deepened, coming in nasal gulps, as her head went back and her body quivered in the throes of an intense climax.

‘Whew!!’ whistled Jenny, once she had enough breath to talk. ‘That was amazing, sweetie, just amazing!’ Natalie bit her lower lip and looked away, as if suddenly shy. Then, she gave herself a little shake, snapping out of her reverie, and said quietly in reply:

‘My turn isn’t finished yet!’

Natalie swung round, presenting a superb view of her ass to the prone girl, and then she lowered her cunt onto Jenny’s eager mouth. At the other end, Jenny’s bare stomach and pink, lace-patterned panties were in full view. Natalie did not hesitate – she hooked a finger into their waistband at each side, and in one fluid movement stripped them down Jenny’s legs to her ankles. Then Natalie used her hands to spread Jenny’s thighs apart and expose her tempting pussy, which was only slightly hidden by the curls of blonde hair that surrounded it. Now she could do what she longed for, and her head came down like a dive-bomber – target: vagina. Natalie swiftly probed into Jenny’s pussy slit with her questing tongue, nuzzling into the hood of the young blonde’s clitoris.

For several minutes, the two schoolgirls lapped at each other in a classic 69 position, their pose all the more erotic for the remnants of school uniform that they were wearing. In both cases, their maroon-coloured pleated skirt was crumpled around their waist and tumbled about their hips, completely exposing their lower body. Both girls still wore their white school socks, and Jenny’s panties were around her ankles – her shirt was pulled away from her body, although her arms were still in it; otherwise, both girls were nude from the waist up.

As the mutual pussy-eating continued, the pace began to slow from urgent exploration to a steady rhythmic pulse. But it was nonetheless effective, and Natalie was the first to orgasm, emitting an alternating sequence of moans and squeals – as the moment of orgasm neared, the former got deeper, and the latter still higher-pitched. As she neared her climax, Natalie took her mouth away from Jenny’s cunt, rearing upwards and squatting on her haunches; this had the effect not only of parting her own labia even wider, but also driving it down onto Jenny’s face, almost smothering her.

Within seconds of attaining her own orgasm, Natalie went back to the 69 position and renewed her lapping and probing of Jenny’s pussy. Quite swiftly in the wake of this, the young blonde cried out as she came, her pelvis shuddering and her hands convulsively clutching at the mattress cover.

After this mutual climax, Natalie reversed position again to lie alongside Jenny, nestling into the other girl’s arms and resting her head on her shoulder. Jenny gently caressed Natalie’s hair, and kissed her softly on the cheek and forehead. However, she did not go any further, because at that point her eye was caught by the alarm clock on her desk. Jenny gasped – time had flown, and it was now after six o’clock. With laughs and giggles, both girls piled into the shower together, dried each other with towels, and put their school uniforms back on – but without any panties. Jenny explained that she would keep Natalie’s as a souvenir, and Natalie could do the same with hers.

They kissed and cuddled quietly until Jenny heard the sound of her parents returning. The two schoolgirls quickly combed their hair and straightened their uniforms, after which Jenny took Natalie downstairs and introduced her to her folks as her ‘new special friend’. Natalie blushed, for she knew – as Jenny’s parents of course did not – just exactly what that meant. After a happy, laughing farewell, Natalie walked home, whistling as she thought about her sexy new lover. Now she would not miss so much the woman she had had to leave behind in her old town, the piano teacher who had so sensitively seduced her and taken her virginity several months before, introducing her willingly to a lesbian life. She would still and always enjoy love-making with an older woman, but now she was thrilled about the possibility of a relationship – perhaps a lasting one – with someone of her own age.

If you enjoyed this, check out my other stories … you might like them too … (to find them, follow the author link at the top of this story)

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Thank you for reading part one of Pixels story.

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Michelle stood before the full length mirror and wiggled into her yoga pants all the while cursing and muttering over and over “stupid, stupid, stupid.” Then she pulled her favourite varsity sweat shirt over her 34B breasts before getting her brown hair into a tight ponytail. She threaded the ponytail through the back of the Yankees baseball cap her father bought her, when he took her to the stadium last summer, and then looked at herself in the mirror before throwing herself face down on the bed and cursing all over again. “Stupid fucking time differences,” she muttered, staring at the blank screen of her smartphone, referring to the fact that most of her friends from college were still in their beds back in New York, while she was stuck in England, five hours ahead in time, but years behind in many other ways.

It had seemed like a great idea at the time, having just finished her senior year at college, she remembered her parents offering her the prospect of six months in England, as a gap year, while she made up her mind whether to get a job or go to graduate school. It sounded so wonderful at the time, even though her Mom couldn’t accompany her & her Dad. While Mom would miss them both, she had to stay behind for her job. Michelle was excited though, that she could actually take Chico with her, the family black lab mix, and Michelle’s best friend since she was 13, as his pet passport was all up to date.

What Michelle hadn’t counted on though, was that her Dad’s assignment was in a rural village, and not in the midst of the London rock and punk clubs that she was envisioning. The locals all talked funny and she couldn’t get over how damned quiet everything was in the countryside.

At first, the quaint, little cottage seemed idyllic, nestled in a small hamlet, looking like something out of Camelot or Harry Potter. However, the reality set in that there was one pub in town, full of old farmers and their strapping sons, who were as thick and dense as the cows they prattled on about.

It had been three months since they had been in England and the glamour had worn off. Michelle was homesick and face-timed with her Mom whenever their schedules would jive with the time difference. If there was any saving grace about this God forsaken village, it was their neighbour Julie, who had been so kind to Micelle the month before.

Julie thought that was Michelle walking down the country road, about two miles away from the cottage. As she slowed down to greet her, she noticed Michelle was dressed a lot nicer than for a walk down a country road, and her face was covered in tears.

“Get in love,” Julie called to Michelle, “let me drive you the rest of the way home.”

Michelle was angry and in no mood to talk with anyone, but her feet were killing her, from walking almost three miles in her nicest Kenneth Cole heels.

“Thank you,” she said with a sniffle, and got into the car, trying to hide her tears and bloodshot eyes. The skirt showed off a good portion of her thighs as she sat, and she pulled her sweater tighter around the silk blouse she was wearing, shivering a bit from the damp evening air.

Julie knew better than to pry, having helped raise her niece when her brother-in-law and sister split, so the two rode in silence as the car bounced and jostled down the old dirt road.

“Tell me what happened, dear,” Julie finally interjected, sensing the time was right to talk.

“Even in England, men are jerks,” Michelle finally blurted out, blowing her nose into an overused tissue.

Michelle went on to recount the particularly disastrous date she experienced earlier that evening. She had finally been asked out, since coming to England, by one of the cuter farmer’s sons. When they got to the pub, she figured out it was just one of the local boys showing her off like a trophy, as the one to take out the American girl staying at the old Wellington place.

At first this made her feel special and unique, and it was nice to finally be with people her own age, and males other than her father and her dog. However, William, her date, seemed more interest in drinking with his mates, and them all taking the micky out of her “quaint” accent and her “cute way” of talking, than in learning more about her. After he downed his 6th pint, and refilled it without even offering her another drink, she decided there was no way she would be letting him drive her home. When he and his mates went to play darts, she left the tavern, without anyone of them noticing, and started the long walk home to the cottage.

Julie listened quietly as Michelle poured her heart out, and she really felt sorry for her neighbour.

Dropping her at the front door of the cottage, Julie offered, “if you’re feet aren’t ruined from walking in those bloody shoes, would you like to join me tomorrow for my morning run?”

Michelle’s face lit up at the invitation, and the opportunity to work out some energy and aggression, although not quite the way she was hoping for when she headed out on the date several hours ago.

The next morning, Julie knocked on the cottage door, and Michelle was already up and dressed, and stretching in the kitchen.

Over the next month, the two women became fast friends, despite the over 20 year age difference between them. And the two struck quite the pair. At 5’8″ Julie was a good 4 inches taller than Michelle, and her broad shoulders and 40C breasts equally dwarfed her younger companion.

Julie would often pull her dark auburn hair into a ponytail, or some times in a French plait, but could never understand the American fondness for baseball hats. Even though she was older, her fitness level was such that on some days Michelle had to push herself to keep up. While competitive, Michelle didn’t mind, as the sight of Julie’s firm behind in her spandex running pants, reminded Michelle of her sophomore year girlfriend, who first got Michelle into running.

Michelle had also started to look to Julie as almost a surrogate Mother, and when they weren’t running or going to gym together, they would talk about all sorts of things. Julie clearly wasn’t from round the area, and explained that she came from Newcastle, and her husband was from Ireland.

Michelle’s mind wandered to the last gym session when she had watched Julie get stripped for the shower, and she couldn’t help noticing Julie was totally shaved down below. Michelle nervously blurted out a question about it, and Julie simply smiled like a sphinx, and explained, “keeps things neat and simple,” Michelle pondering her words, and staring at her still pert ass, as she wandered into the shower.

After Julie dropped gave her a ride home from the gym, it was that mental image of Julie’s back and ass that was in Michelle’s mind, as she slipped her hand inside her yoga pants, and under her panties. Touching herself gently, while lying on her bed, Michelle imagined for a moment that it was Julie’s finger touching her, as Julie’s husband, JJ, watched the two women play. Michelle felt herself get wetter as her finger slipped inside herself, picturing JJ’s dark curly hair, and shining green emerald eyes, as he unzipped and pulled out his thick cock, that was already an impressive length, semi hard.

Just as Michelle was about to imagine taking JJ’s cock into her mouth, while Julie’s tongue danced over her hardening clit, her father’s voice from downstairs snapped her out of her daydream into reality.

“I’m off Mitchie,” he shouted from the kitchen, using her pet name, “I will be back late, so please take Chico for a walk, that is, if you can find that darned dog.”

Reluctantly, she pulled her hand out of her pants, pausing to taste herself on her fingers. It had been over three months now without any sex, from man or woman, which had her even more frustrated than the fact they drove on the wrong side of the road!

Shaking the last of her fantasy out of her head, Michelle went downstairs to begin the hunt for Chico, and sniggered to herself, “this backwater village probably doesn’t even know what a lesbian is, let alone having there be one around here.”

Michelle watched her father’s car pull away, calling out the front door for Chico. They could never let Chico out unattended at home, for fear of him being run over. However, since there was nothing for miles except chickens, cows and countryside, they often didn’t see Chico for an entire day, but knew he wouldn’t wander too far, and that he’d come home when he was called.

Calling his name and whistling, Michelle grabbed a pair of training shoes and wandered into the back garden. “No doubt off chasing wabbits,” she muttered in her best Elmer Fudd impression, while looking around the garden. Well, they called it a garden here, but it was more like a field with a patch of woods at the bottom of the hill, that covered more than an acre.

On one side of the cottage was a farmer’s field, and on the other side, through a country gate, was Julie & JJ’s home, which had a similar layout to the cottage Michelle and her father had rented.

Michelle’s heart jumped into her mouth as she saw that Julie’s country gate was left open, “Oh my god,” she thought, “if Chico has dug up Julie’s prized garden, I’ll be mortified.”

Breaking into a jog, Michelle ran through the open gate and into her neighbour’s yard, frantically looking for Chico. Hoping to find him and spirit him back home unseen, she quietly searched the garden, calling his name in a ‘loud whisper,’ while growing concerned.

Feeling foolish, she finally decided to come clean and get Julie’s help, walking around to the back door of Julie’s house.

The back entrance had a stable door, which allowed the top to be opened, to allow in fresh air, while the bottom remained closed. The back door led to a boot room, and then onto the big country kitchen.

Michelle noticed the top of the door was open, and just as she was about to call out for Julie, but the sight that greeted her stopped her dead in her tracks.

It took Michelle awhile to fully process the images her eyes were sending to her brain. Her first thought was that Chico had gone mad and attacked her neighbour, as she could see him hunched on top of Julie, who was kneeling in the kitchen.

Then Michelle’s ears caught up to the images in her brain, and the sounds coming from Julie that told her that this was no attack.

“Oh yes, fuck me hard Chico,” Julie moaned, as the black lab rapidly pounded away at her upturned ass. He had no idea what the human was saying, but it sounded encouraging to him, so he continued to pump away at his willing bitch beneath him, as he had been doing two or three times a week for the last month.

Michelle stood frozen to the ground, with her mouth agape, as she could see Chico’s red cock slamming into Julie’s pussy from her vantage point. It looked bigger and angrier than she had ever seen it before, and Chico was moving with an enthusiasm she had never seen.

Michelle’s brain was telling her to turn and run, but other parts of her body, namely her clit and pussy, were demanding she stay and watch this vulgar display of wanton pleasure. Without realizing it, she felt her own hands dip into her yoga pants, and Michelle started to rub herself, while watching her sexy neighbour and new best friend, be brutally fucked by her family dog.

Julie was moaning and screaming as Chico slammed into her, filling her full of his wonderfully hard dog cock. She could feel the banging of his knot, seeking entry to her stretched and well lubricated pussy. Julie concentrated and relaxed herself, and allowed his knot to slip inside her, letting loose a loud moan of pleasure, as her pussy lips closed around it. She felt Chico swell inside her, and Julie yelled again, as her orgasm hit at the same time that Chico started to fill her with his watery seed.

Michelle was transfixed as she watched the swelling at the base of Chico’s cock push at Julie’s pussy. She had to bite her lip to stay quiet, as the sights and sounds poured over and through her body, when she saw Chico push the big knot inside her friend.

Michelle felt the band of the yoga pants cut into her arm, as she forced her hand deeper and pushed two fingers deep inside her soaking pussy. Finger fucking herself harder, Michelle’s body trembled, as her orgasm was rapidly approaching.

Suddenly, Chico twisted around, still locked into Julie pussy, and stood ass to ass with his bitch. Recognising his mistress, Chico let out a bark of joy, and tried to move toward her, seeking the love and reassurance Michelle had provided since she was a little girl.

He had forgotten though, that he was still tied to Julie, and the sudden tugging to disengage his knot caused her to let out a loud yelp, her pleasure being sharply transformed into pain.

Ducking down behind the lower half of the stable door, Michelle crouched, panting from fear of being caught, and also in frustration from her second orgasm being interrupted moments before she was about to go over the edge.

Keeping low, she scuttled back through the garden, and slipped into her house.

Michelle sat on one of the stools at the breakfast bar, and tried to catch her breath. She tried to convince herself she was dreaming, but the sights and sounds that were replying in her mind were too raw, feral and passionate not to be real. It felt like her whole body was on fire, and the major source of her heat was between her legs.

She pushed her yoga pants and panties down and off her legs in a single motion, and leaned back on the breakfast bar, opening her legs and rubbing herself frantically, as she closed her eyes and relived the unbelievable scene she had just witnessed.

Her fingers weren’t enough, so she tore open the refrigerator door, and grabbed one of the smooth cucumbers Julie had given them from her greenhouse. Michelle gasped at the contrast of the cold vegetable against her flaming pussy, and pushed the tapered cucumber deep into her pussy. She gripping the end tightly, and began to fuck herself hard. Her juices were flowing around the cucumber, and down into the crack of her ass, and the empty cottage filled with the squelching sounds of her organic dildo invading her dripping young cunt.

Michelle was jerked from her reverie back to reality, at the feel of the cold, wet nose pushing into her crotch. Looking down, Michelle stared into the warm, brown eyes of Chico, who was licking at the cucumber, and the juices that covered her legs and thighs. Michelle had never thought about Chico in this way, but the fire burning inside her incinerated all rational thoughts from her brain.

Pulling the cucumber from her soaking pussy, Michelle spread her legs wider, and implored Chico loudly, “Lick my cunt Chico! MAKE ME CUM!” Chico knew by her smell and taste what was required of him, and set to the task enthusiastically, lapping his coarse tongue over his young mistress’s pussy and clit.

As Michelle was on the brink of orgasm, for the third time today, a familiar laugh from the doorway interrupted her release yet again.

“Wondered where Chico got his experience from, perhaps now we know.”

Michelle opened her eyes, and blinked a few times, to adjust to the light coming from behind the voice, and stared into the lovely face of her just-fucked neighbour, Julie.

Undeterred by her arrival, Chico continued to lick his life- long companion, and latest human bitch, which finally pushed Michelle over the top. As if having an out of body experience, Michelle wondered who was grunting and yelling at such a fever pitch, when she realized it was herself, exploding in a thunderous orgasm, as she came on Chico’s probing and exploring tongue.

Michelle felt a soft hand slide under her top and pinch her braless nipple, causing further jolts tremors to shoot through her young body, as Julie’s warm, open lips press against her own, in a long, passionate kiss, causing her to cum over and over.

Breaking the kiss for a moment Michelle panted, “I never have done this before,” nodding to Chico, who had withdrawn and was busy licking his angry red cock, which stuck out at both of them.

“He is a very good fuck,” Julie whispered lovingly in Michelle’s ear, while stroking and playing with her nipple, “as I think you should find out.”

Michelle was in a sexual daze, as she slid herself off the stool, dropping to the floor on all fours and sticking her round ass high into the air. She moaned with pure lust as Julie’s hand reached under and cupped her pussy, pulling her hips a little higher.

“Don’t want Chico getting his aim wrong, do we love?” she asked with a laugh, as Michelle twisted her head around to see Julie holding the overly enthusiastic Chico by the collar, while stroking his veiny red cock with her other hand.

Michelle could see Chico’s cock was hanging down, but it was hard as a steel rod, and she actually found herself drooling at the thought of it being inside her. By the way Julie’s hand looked dwarfed by it, and barely fitted around it, Michelle guessed Chico’s cock was at least 9 inches, and thick.

With Julie’s guidance, Chico climbed onto Michelle’s back, and she felt his weight and his soft belly fur rubbing her tingling skin, as Chico tried to thrust himself into her warm and welcoming opening. Michelle looked under herself and saw that Julie had Chico’s cock firmly in hand, and was rubbing the young girl’s pussy and clit with the tip, keeping him from entering her.

Julie leaned forward and kissed Michelle hard on the mouth, as she released her grip, allowing the black lab to lurch forward and fully penetrate his young mistress.

Michelle exhaled with a moan as Chico impaled her, her dog virginity leaving her body with the warm breath that filled her lover’s mouth. Chico then started to drive his hips in and out of her, like a steam engine.

Michelle was in dog heaven, as he fucked her harder than she had ever been fucked before, his strong cock driving in and out of her already puffy pussy lips.

Once again, Julie’s fingers tweaked Michelle’s nipple, triggering an orgasm that became prolonged and intensified, as Julie’s other hand pinched Michelle’s clit, as the dog continuously pumped at her core.

“OH MY FUCKING GOD,” Michelle screamed at the top of her voice, as Chico rammed his knot into his new bitch’s filthy cunt.

“Feels wonderful, doesn’t it?” Julie purred in Michelle’s ear, as the knot swelled even bigger inside her. Michelle was lost for words, as the knot started to throb and pulse, sending her into fits of ecstasy, her moans and screams filling the kitchen, as Chico flooded her womb with his hot dog cum.

Michelle felt Chico turn, like she had seen him do with Julie, and hung her head down to the cool, tiled floor, as she tried to clear her brain and come down from the most powerful orgasm in her young life, while the tingling persisted, with Chico firmly locked inside her.

She was still experiencing mini orgasms, from the knot lodged inside her, when she heard the front door slam and a voice shouting from the foyer.

“Hey Mitchie, where are you?” shouted her father, his voice getting louder as he neared the kitchen, “where are you? I have a something that I’m sure will lift your spirits.”

Her brain had not fully engaged yet, and her entire body was too exhausted to move, from the primal fucking she had just received.

Giddy with excitement, having pulled off this surprise visit to cheer up their daughter, Michelle’s mother and father jumped into the kitchen, shouting in unison, “SURPRI…!” their voices trailing off, as they stood and stared in shock at the scene before them.

Yanking himself from Michelle, Chico eagerly ran up to stunned couple, wagging his tail, with his exposed cock still hanging lewdly beneath him, covered in their daughter’s cum, as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

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Wall have Selena fantacies, right? Here’s a story about a sister who role plays Selena for her young sister.

Lana carefully brushed her shoulder length curly, dark hair and put on a bit of pink lip gloss then pulled on her pink tank over her bare little tities. She loved how hard her puffy nipples looked under the thin material. She looked at the pink thong. She couldn’t resist. She ran a finger down her pouty cunt lips so the material slipped inside. She trembled slightly and let out a moan. She mustn’t play with herself, not now, not with what she and her friend Alexis had planned for tonight. She pulled on her skin tight jeans. Then she smiled at her reflection. She hoped that Alexis would like the outfit. She was fourteen years old now, way past the age when she dressed like good girl. Tonight she was going to make love to her friend Alexis who was fourteen. They had been talking about it for weeks and Lana finally agreed that tonight would be the night.

Alexis was so kind, sweet, cute, and smart, she put her tiny feet in a pair of pink, flip-flops and quietly tiptoed past her Mother’s room where she was asleep and snuck out. Her older sister Meg had come home for a visit and was already in her own room. She got on the city bus which drove her to just 20 minutes a stop near Lana’s place.

“Do you think I’m more of a Selena, or a Miranda?” Lana asked, thoughtfully answering a questionnaire in a teen magazine. Alexis, whose head was resting in Lana’s lap, on the family room couch looked up and shook her head lightly, a smile forming on her lips.

“Selena, definitely,” Alexis said, “Cause she is white hot and so are you,” Lana looked down, pouting her lips a little the way she imagined Selena might. She checked off the box on the questionnaire, she’d personally always thought she was more of a Miranda. Alexis couldn’t hold back a giggle any longer. She found the whole thing absolutely ridiculous, and she loved how serious Lana would get over something so trivial. Lana rolled her eyes, and hit Alexis lightly on the arm.

“What about the day we were watching Wizards of Waverly with my sister Tanya and you were saying how hot Selena was and then you slipped your hand under your Lululemons tights with no panties underneath and started like moving your fingers up and down your pussy. I mean it was so nasty it was like you wanted my eleven year old sister to see how turned on you were!” explained Lana.

“Hey I was horney because you were snuggled against me. Anyway it was hot to see your sister sneak peeks and turn all red in the face. It’s you who turns me on.” Alexis sat up a little, latching her lips to the nape of Lana’s neck.

Lana closed her eyes for a moment, “Mmm.. no fair,” Lana said, Alexis knew exactly how to heighten Lana’s senses. She continued to slowly kiss her girlfriend’s neck, letting her tongue trace the soft skin, each kiss a bit more intense. Lana resisted the temptation, pushing her away for a moment, “Alexis, we can’t do this yet.”

Alexis looked up at her, and shrugged.

“Why not? Your mom won’t be home for hours and your sister Tanya is locked in her room obsessing about Selena..” She leaned closer to Lana, whose face was now inches from her own. Lana could feel Alexis’s soft breathing on her lips, she leaned in kissing her lightly. Alexis reached her hand up to Lana’s face, running her fingers through her soft dark hair. Lana slowly leaned backwards on the couch, Alexis following on top of her, not breaking the kiss.

“You’re beautiful, you know that? I mean if Selena were sitting right here, right now I mean totally nude with her perfect tities and hard little nipples and two fingers up her wet cunt, I would still want you so much more,” Alexis said, running her hands along side of Lana’s body. Lana smiled, flashing her bright green eyes up at Alexis, who looked back at her with hunger in hers. She kissed her again, this time more intensely, Lana felt her body respond to Alexis’s touch, she couldn’t help it, she was at her mercy.

Alexis moved downwards, kissing Lana’s neck, a small moan escaped from Lana’s lips. Alexis smiled to herself; she knew Lana was enjoying this as much as she was. Something about Alexis had Lana completely captivated. She felt deeper for Alexis then she had for anyone, which caused Lana to be extremely susceptible to Alexis’s touch. Alexis pressed herself closer to the girl’s body, crushing her more full tities into Lana’s small breasts, as if trying to satisfy the need to be close to her.

Lana reached downwards tugging at the ends of Alexis’s tank top, lifting it a little, looking up at Alexis for approval. Alexis looked back at her, grinning mischievously. Lana pulled the tank slowly over Alexis’s head, Alexis leaned down again, Lana nibbled lightly at Alexis’s collarbone. Alexis moaned softly, lightly bringing Lana’s chin up to her lips, deeply kissing her again.. Lana pulled away and smiled.

“I think I love you,” Lana said, Alexis hid a small smile, wrapping her arms around Lana’s neck. She felt a burst of emotion at that moment, full of compassion, trust, and love. She slid herself downwards, lifting Lana’s shirt over her head, kissing each puffy nipple slowly letting her tongue circle then taking the hard nipple into her mouth. She felt Lana reach behind her, unclasping her bra. She kissed Lana’s stomach, moving downwards towards the top of her jeans.

Alexis kissed and tongued the firm flesh of her bellybutton, letting three fingers slide under the jeans as she did so. She felt Lana tense a little, she stopped, and looked up at the beautiful girl, giving her a chance to slow things down. Lana looked as if she might cry, and Alexis immediately moved herself upwards, stroking Lana’s cheek.

“Lana?” Alexis asked, wrapping her arms around the girl tightly. Lana sighed shakily, and shook her head.

“I’m sorry,” She said, a single tear escaping from her eye, she immediately wiped it off her face, taking a deep breath, “I want to, just go slow please.”

Alexis nodded her head, understanding immediately. She wiped another tear off of Lana’s face, kissing her forehead.

“Shh, its okay, whatever you want, baby” Alexis said, softly.

“Okay,” Lana said, leaning her forehead into Alexis, ” finding a new strength in her voice, “I want you to do me Alexis.”

Alexis flashed a wild grin. “Do you want me to do you or do you want me to fuck you Lana?”
“Oh yes,” sighed Lana, her eyes half lidded, “Fuck me Alexis, please fuck me and make my little cunt come.”

Alexis stroked Lana’s hair for a moment, and leaned in to kiss her. Lana kissed her back, giving a little bit of herself to Alexis as she did. Alexis let her tongue enliven Lana’s as she flicked tongue tips then sucked Lana’s tongue into her mouth. Lana moaned.

Alexis reached down. Letting the hard heal of her hand ride over the crotch of Lana’s skin tight jeans. She could feel the dampness of the girl’s pussy through the stretchy denim. Slowly Alexis unzipped the jeans and slipped them off Lana’s firm slender legs. Alexis took just a second to get out of her own jeans and panties.

Alexis moved kissed the inside of Lana’s thighs, the gentle movements caused Lana’s body to shudder, she closed her eyes, allowing her muscles to tense.

“Your thong is so hot Lana,” sighed Alexis as she nuzzled her nose into the girl’s pussy through the thin material, “And your pussy smells so good. I want to taste it so bad; can I taste your cunt Lana, can I?”

A wave of pleasure coursed through Lana’s body, “Oh yes Alexis, lick it, suck it, eat it, my cunt is yours please make me cum.”

Alexis slowly removed the pink thong and her eyes took in the beauty of the young teen girl’s wet pussy. It was sparsely covered with hair and her outer lips were thin and puffy just as she imagined them. Alexis let two fingers slip into the young pussy and part the outer lips to reveal the inner pinkness and in an instant her tongue was there exploring her friend’s wet pussy hole and then flicking over Lana’s stiff little clit.

“Oh fuck, that feels so good!” said Lana in a loud excited voice. She grabbed her friends head with both her hands to hold her mouth on her pussy. Of course Alexis had no intention of moving she continued to lap the inner folds of Lana’s wet pussy paying special attention to her sensitive clit circling it with the tip of her tongue then sucking it into her mouth as far as she could.

Without warning Alexis slipped her middle finger deep into Lana’s slippery cunt and pushed it in all the way rotating it as she did.

“Oh fuck!” moaned Lana, “Yeah, oh fuck me Alexis, just like that while you suck my clitty, this is so fucking good!”

Lana closed her eyes and moved her hands from Alexis’s head to her own small tities harshly twisting her puffy nipples with her fingers, and thrusting her pelvis against her friend’s mouth.

“Uh, Uh so fucking close…” she groaned.

These actions and words signaled to Alexis to move faster, harder with her tongue and fingers as she now rammed to fingers into her friends tight cunt. She sucked hard on Lana’s clit and for the first time let her teeth scrape its sensitive slippery flesh.

Lana’s body exploded into waves of pleasure, she moaned, and lifted her ass off the couch. Alexis rode out every thrust of Lana’s shaking body as her friend came to a second climax cum spilling from her slick puffy cunt lips. Finally Lana collapse to the couch pushing her friends tongue away from her pussy as to indicate that she could take no more.

Alexis kissed her way back up to Lana’s neck, looking back at her girlfriend lovingly.

“Lana,” Alexis said quietly, as Lana’s breathing slowed, “I love you too and if you really want to make me happy you will help me seduce your little sister.”

“What?” said Lana.

“You know I think Tanya is so hot, and it would be so much fun to be with both of you.” pleaded Alexis.

“Oh fuck,” her body still trembling, “That would be so fucking hot!”

Tanya was watching another Selena music video, feeling that itchy feeling in her little pussy, and was about to slip her hand into her pj shorts when she heard a knock on the door.

“Hey, sis can we come in?” said Lana in a sweet voice.

“I’m busy, what do you want?”said Tanya perturbed.

“We need you to settle an argument between Alexis and me, open up.” Lana said more firmly.

Lana and Alexis had changed into long sleep t-shirts that barely covered their tight little asses, and had nothing on underneath. Alexis had also curled Lana’s long dark hair in ringlets and put bright red lipstick on her full mouth to make her look even more like Selena.

Tanya sighed, “Alright, alright…” said Tanya as she got up and opened the door.

Tanya was a bit taken aback to see her sister’s face made up, and her hair in ringlets, immediately the young girl had a twinge in her hairless pussy. She saw the resemblance; her sister looked a lot like her secret love, Selena.
The older girls rushed into the room, pushing Tanya back onto her bed. Lana sat directly in front of her sister pulling her long shirt over her thighs, giving her young sister a perfect view of her shaved pussy.

, “You have to settle this for us,” said Alexis quickly, putting her arm around Tanya “Lana was doing this survey on her inner celebrity and like she thinks she looks more like Selena Gomez and I think she is a dead ringer for Miranda Cosgrove. Well, we are obviously not going to agree so you are going to have to decide. Tanya, who do you think your sister looks like?”

Tanya’s heart was thumping in her nearly flat chest. How had she not noticed that her sister looked so much like her beloved Selena who filled her nightly fantasies and made her young pussy drip? She looked at her sisters mouth a dead ringer for Selena’s full heart shaped lips. Lana’s brown eyes were so much like Selena’s so pretty and even her smile dimples the very same. Tanya glanced down and nearly gasped, there before her was her sister’s bare pussy, was it really glistening with juices?

“You have such a thing for Selena, don’t you Tanya,” said Alexis softly into her ear, letting her hand drop from her shoulder, cupping the girl’s little tittie hump, “Now you can live the fantasy, have Selena, just the way you want her.” Alexis pinched the young girls stiff puffy nipple.

“Oh, but this is my sister…” said Tanya with a sigh.

“Am I? Call me Selena, I want to be your Selena. I want to fuck you Tanya, just the way you imagine Selena would.” Lana leaned over and kissed her sister hard, spreading the red lipstick over her sisters soft mouth.

Tanya groaned as Lana plunged her long tongue into her mouth, flicking and playing with the younger sister’s tongue, then sucking on her frantic tongue, drawing it into her mouth.”

“Selena wants you Tanya, do you want her to eat you to taste your hot little cunt,” said Alexis thrusting her hand inside Tanya’s pj shorts and panties, feeling her slippery hairless pussy lips and drawing a finger into the folds feeing a growing dampness.
“Oh, Oh!” cried the younger girl as she felt Alexis flick a finger over her stiff little clit.

“Selena wants you out of these pj’s,” said Alexis with a pout, pulling the top over Tanya’s head while Alexis removed her shorts and panties.

“I think you are the hottest young fan, I have can I suck your little tities Tanya?”

Tanya was still reeling from what was happening. She nodded, and whispered, “Selena, please suck my little tities.”

Lana kissed her sister’s mouth again, sucking and nibbling on her bottom lip, staring her right in the eye before kissing her neck and letting her tongue make a wet trail down to her sisters perky, little breasts. They were lemon sized tities, and had puffy nipples that pointed straight out from the firmness of the boobs.

Lana’s eye-lids fluttered with anticipation as she looked up into her sisters eyes and took her right breast completely into her mouth, her red lips leaving traces over her sisters skin. Tanya groaned and hitched her hips off the bed at the sensation of her sister’s tongue racing over her nipple trapped inside her mouth.

Alexis threw off her shirt and began slowly circling her clit with three fingers. Seeing Lana make love to her young sister was one of the hottest things she had ever seen. She moved behind Lana’s whose ass was perched in the air and began kissing the firm butt flesh.

Lana lavished her tongue over Tanya’s other tittie, this time letting her teeth scrape over the hard little nipple, and letting her teeth close and tug on it making her sister thrash and moan beneath her.

Lana let the tiny boob go with a loud ‘pop’, “You rub your little cunt at night thinking about me doing this to you don’t you Tanya, Do you want me to lick your pussy, is that what you want, do you want Selena Gomez to eat your cunt?”

Tanya wriggled at the very thought of having her pussy sucked and licked, “Oh yes, Selena, eat me, eat my pussy until I cum all over your beautiful face!”

Alexis was between Lana’s legs, stroking her tongue over Lana’s shaved pussy and dripping with excitement as her friend hissed her way down her sister’s slim body. She twisted two fingers into Lana’s pussy eliciting a groan from her friend as she planted a wet tongue- lashing kiss on Tanya’s belly-button.

Lana kissed her way down to her sister’s firm thighs and kissed the fat firm skin, looking up at Tanya, seeing her face flush with excitement as she bit her bottom lip and curled her hands around her small tities pulling on her own puffy nipples. Lana decided to tease her sister, and male wet passes with her tongue over her pubic mound so Tanya could feel her sisters breath on her pussy but not her mouth and tongue.

Tanya arched her back, “Oh please Selena,” she begged “I’ve wanted this for so long, lease lick my cunt, oh god please make me cum!”

Tanya watched her sister’s eyes widen as if in a smile as she slowly let her tongue trace her younger sisters outer lips then without warning push her tongue deep into her pussy hole.

Tanya had never felt anything like it she thrust her small butt off the bed pressing her sister’s tongue deeper inside her. Lana moaned as Alexis began flicking her tongue over her clit and sent vibrations deep inside her sisters’ pussy.

Tanya made loud yelping sounds as Lana let her tongue lap at the juices inside her pussy then wash out and over her outer lips then parting then with her fingers stabbing her tongue repeatedly over her sisters puffy little clit. Tanya’s head was thrown back so she was again surprised when Lana’s middle finger slowly, entered her tight slick pussy. The feeling was even more amazing than the tongue as her sister’s finger was longer more experienced than her own. Soon Lana’s finger was rotating inside Tanya’s tight pussy until it touched the special spot deep in Tanya’s young cunt.

“Oh fuck!” Tanya screamed, “Oh Selena don’t fucking stop!”

Tanya was breathing heavy and wriggling her ass under her sister’s touch. Lana worked her sisters G–spot and continued to lap and suck her perfect little clit. She groaned into the young girls cunt as Alexis now pounded three fingers in and out of her pussy and pushed her tongue deep into her but hole. Lana had never even fucked herself there and the unexpected pleasure of feeling Alexis tongue fuck her ass was bringing her close to the brink of climax.

Alexis couldn’t remember when she had been excited, knowing that her best friend was eating out her sister while she sucked and fucked Lana’s pussy made her dripping wet and she had been using her talented left hand to pull and grind on her clit and knew that she would cum with the other two. She filled her own pussy with three fingers, grinding her free thumb on her engorged clit.

Tanya had no idea that sex could feel this way, sex with her sister, the most amazing thing that had ever happened to her. Her whole body was covered in a sheet of sweat as she undulated her hips in rhythm with her sister’s fingers, feeling a white hot sensation spread from her cunt to every part of her young body. Yes she had made herself cum before but not like this, it was never like this.

Lana could feel her sister’s tight pussy tug on her fingers, as her hot young body began to tremble and shake. She could her throbbing clit inside her friends mouth, scraping back and forth against the edges of her teeth, it was like a long sliver were piercing her clit, wildly she let her own teeth nibble at her sisters tender clit…it was the tipping point the two sisters thrashed on the bed, Tanya spraying cum all over her sister’s face and hair as she pumped her hips upward slapping her convulsing cunt against her sister’s face. Lana too spurted a thicker creamer blast of cum all over Alexis’s face making the girl go wild and cum on her own fingers, her girl juice splashing all over the bed spread.

The girls were moaning and grinding their bodies together as they continued to climax, Alexis rub by her cum soaked cunt back and forth over Lana’s firm ass until she came again, a river of cum running into her friend’s ass crack. Lana , left her finger deep inside her sister, now twisting nd turning it back and forth against the convulsing cunt walls Lana used her free hand to furiously slash back and forth then up and down over the young girls clit, then slapping it harshly making Tanya’s ass jump in response.

“This is how I like to fuck my little-girl fan’s! Are you going to cum for Selena again you hot little bitch?!”

“Oh fuck, Seleeena, oh fuck yes!” then Tanya’s mouth opened in a wide silent scream.

In seconds, Tanya was coming again and this time Lana covered the young girl’s cunt with her mouth lapping up every drop of her sister’s sweet girl juice.

The three girls collapsed in a trembling heap on the bed, Lana cradling her sister’s head on her shoulder. It was a long time before anyone had the energy to speak, then it was Alexis who chimed in, “Yeah Lana, you are definitely a Selena!”

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Continuing the ‘adventures’ of my sexually aware teenage years. Please read chapter 1 first as that was where it all started.

Friday – I have struck up a new friendship within my dormitory, her name is Sophia and her bed is next to mine. There are actually 4 beds in our room but one girl is away and the other is empty.

Last night after lights out Sophia came and climbed into my bed so we could talk. We were having a heart to heart and her being a virgin and all that, I was telling her about some of my experiences of masturbation and sex. Things got a bit carried away and we ended up pulling our nightgowns up, I showed her how to play with her pussy and we were in the middle of masturbating one another…..well not in the middle of, more like stroking each other’s clits approaching climax when, Matron was doing her rounds, spotted the light under the door and burst in on us. She stood there quite a while taking in the sight of our young bodies, legs spread wide, tight little bare pussies spread apart with juice glistened fingers stroking each other’s clits!

I had developed a good radar, since my incident with the pervy old Doctor, to recognise whether someone had a sexual interest in me. Something to do with body language, the way they look at you and the way they discreetly lick their lips. So despite being caught doing something wrong, I was also aware that Matron was very interested in what she saw. She is in her 50’s, her salt and pepper hair was still up in her usual severe bun, she wore a long terry tie-up dressing gown, slippers but the tell-tale signs were that her eyes were glued to our pussies not our faces, she was licking her top lip which also glistened with beads of sweat and I could see her nipples protruding through the thick fabric, tightening, the longer she stood staring at us.

She ordered Sophia to return to her own bed and summonsed me to follow her to her office. Once there she slammed and locked the door behind me and demanded me to remove my nightgown. I wasn’t scared in fact my already excited pussy which had calmed a bit since being discovered had started to thrum in excited anticipation. I casually pulled my nightgown over my head, dropping it to the floor and tilted my chin up in defiance.

She circled me, hungrily looking over my 16 year old body, I was pale skinned, my tits had only developed as big as half oranges, pale pink aureoles topped with darker pink nipples which puckered under her scrutiny, a bald tight slit (I hadn’t grown many pubes but enjoyed it bare so I shaved regularly), I carried very little weight being perceived as petite but with a nice pert bottom.

Once satisfied with her inspection, she turned and sat in her large wing backed chair and told me to come and stand in front of her. She sat with her knees closed so I stood right up to her feet, yet that wasn’t good enough and she kept insisting that I come still closer, I whined that I couldn’t and she waspishly told me to stand astride her knees and stop being an impudent little bitch.

I shuffled my feet apart and moved forwards until my knees were touching the coolness of the front of the leather chair, my pussy above her knees. She reached up with one hand and softly circled a nipple with two of her fingertips, my skin surrounding it instantly puckered and I drew in an excited breath. She transferred her hand to my other breast and did the same before bringing her other hand up to stroke them both at the same time, closing her thumb and side of her finger against each one and pinching them. I couldn’t help emit a small squeak, the tantalising messages flickering down to my pussy and causing my creamy juices to gather between my lips. She continued to tantalise my nipples, scratching them with her nails, pinching and pulling on them, her eyes fixed on her motions and my tight teats. Her breath had quickened, her top lip covered in beads of sweat, biting her bottom lip in between licking her top one, her nipples partially hidden by the heavy fabric of her dressing gown had to be hard now as distinctive bumps protruded straining against the confines of the material.

I remained still, despite the sexual torture, my hands by my sides, I was revelling in her perverted worship of my young adolescent body, she thought she had the power over me but the power was all mine to allow her to do the things she did without protest, of course I would let her, it was turning me on beyond words!! I was momentarily disappointed when her exploring hands left my breasts and softly stroked down across my ribs and belly, my heart beat soon ramped up when she grasped my hip with one hand and slid a finger into my little slit, sliding over my hooded clit and dipped into the wetness which was starting to ooze out of my folds and drip onto her knees.

She gasped at her discovery, adding additional fingers and smearing my juices up and around my pussy and labia, sliding her digits back and forth over my tingling clit and back down to my cunt. She dipped her fingers into my juices and brought her hand out and smeared my goo over my nipple, returning and collecting more to adorn my other teat. I watched in what seemed like slow motion as she leaned forward and licked off my lubricating juices off each breast, I tipped towards her hungry mouth and sighed audibly in appreciation of her attention.

Matron was now sucking and biting on my nipples, grunting her delight, all while she started to plunge a finger in an out of my wet cunt, slowly at first but when she met no resistance she inserted a second finger increasing her rhythmical fucking. I grasped her shoulder with one hand as I felt my knees buckling, she reacted quickly, removing her fingers, grabbing my legs and pulling me onto her lap, my bottom on one of her thighs and pushing my body back against the arm rest. Placing my leg closest to her body over the other armrest and the other apart so my foot was on the floor between her legs.

She swiftly re inserted her two fingers in my cunt and rubbed my clit with her thumb, her plunging fingers and knuckles jamming against the opening of my cunt making erotic squelching noises. Her other hand wrapped around my shoulders and played with a nipple in a similar rhythm as her fucking fingers. The faster she pumped the more I moaned in bliss, I repeatedly tilted my pelvis towards her fingers desperately trying to get her fingers as deep in my cunt as possible.

I felt like a dirty little whore chasing a wonderful orgasm as I encouraged her verbally to go faster and faster. The pressure finally reached its peak and I went over the wonderful edge of orgasmic bliss, it was one of those marvellous orgasms that go in your mental record books. Definitely a 10/10 for Matron as she continued to pump in me, as my cuntal walls clamped over and over on her fingers as my cum pushed out of my cunt and onto her hand.

She slowed her actions to a slow slide in and out and my head lolled against her large mounds, my cheek rubbing against her fabric covered hard nipple. I moved my head slightly so my mouth was against her teat and gently clamped my teeth over the hard nipple shrouded in the dressing gown. She moaned in response, pushing me off her chest slightly, pulling the material open and revealing a large nipple which was long, tight and hard!

I inhaled the massive nubbin, sucking hard and grating my teeth against the distended flesh. Her came up to hold my head, gripping my hair, holding my mouth to her breast. I sucked for all I was worth, like a breast-fed baby starving for a meal, I rootled around, pulling her robe apart to seek out her other enormous nipple. All the time she vocalised her enjoyment of my attention, I felt for the tie on her robe and hastily pulled in undone, I scrabbled to my feet still continuing to suckle and pulled the material apart.

I forced her knees apart, to discover a pussy covered in a shadow of clipped short grey hair, huge labia glistening with her wetness. I dropped to my knees, sliding my hands up her thighs, my thumbs spreading her pussy lips wide open. What a sight for a hungry sex slut that I was! She had a huge clit, boardering on a tiny penis and her cunt was oozing thick white cream. I didn’t know where to feast first! I licked from her cunt hole, scooping up a glob of juice and slid my tongue up to her clit and around it. Rolling the viscous cream around my mouth, tasting her excitement, she was a little musky but oh so sweet.

I closed my mouth over her cunt, sucking to draw more of her succulent juice onto my tongue, hungrily eating her with uncontrolled lust. All the time she is gasping words of encouragement that I don’t stop over and over. Moving up to that delectably clit, I suck the protrusion into my mouth, sucking back and forth, lapping at the tip with my tongue. At the same time I slide two fingers into her cunt, which she sucks in greedily, there is no resistance at all. I add a third, then a fourth finger into her, pumping hard and fast, as I suck and suck on her clit.

My wrist is starting to ache but I am determined to make her come, I’ve earnt this and want it so bad. I up my attentions a notch, furiously ravaging her clit with my mouth and punching my fingers into her cunt, the squelching noises loud and music to my ears. Her hips lift up to meet my thrusts and her moaning becomes louder and more desperate. She climaxes, thin liquid squirts into my mouth and I drink hungrily, I’ve seen squirters on porn videos and am delighted with my find.

Drinking down the last of her squirts, I slowly remove my fingers and replace with my mouth to eat her delicious cream, now oozing copiously from her cunt, cleaning her pussy lips and sucking her labia into my mouth until she is clean of juices.

She pulls me onto her lap and kisses me, her tongue licking my lips and inside my mouth, tasting her juices. I am horney from eating her out and need to come again desperately. I swivel on her lap until my legs are astride her thigh and I rub my soaking pussy against her skin. We are kissing hungrily and I am chasing a orgasm rubbing my self against her.

She pushes me off her lap and guides me to her big desk, pushing me to lie flat with my arse on the edge, she sits down in her office chair and leans in. I immediately put one foot flat on the desk and open myself as wide as I can. Her mouth swoops down and encases my cunt and clit in one mouthful and proceeds to eat me, I am bucking my pelvis up to her mouth, rubbing my self as hard as I can.

She stops, much to my disappointment and stands but then hoists up her right leg and places it on the desk over my left thigh, tilts forward and her pussy is flush against mine. She starts to girate herself onto my pussy, rubbing herself on me. The sucking, slurping noises as our pussies rub together fill her office, we are both bucking and grinding against each other, chasing a mutual orgasm. I had seen tribbing before but never fully grasped the delightful sensations it causes.

Our massaging of cunts increases with pace as we get closer and closer to coming. She tips over the edge first, anointing me with her squirting which sends me off into climatic heaven and eventually pull apart, trying to catch our breath.

Matron and I had several ‘get togethers’ after that, I was severely disappointed when my father was made redundant from his big job and I could no longer continue at the private school and was sent into mainstream education. I missed Matron very much.

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This story is fiction, and any resemblance to real persons or places is purely coincidental. However, I was once on the receiving end of a strap-on in the way described in the final scene – and very erotic it was, too.

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2009

My name is Molly Connor; I am a 22 year-old redhead and, as you may have guessed, of Irish descent. After graduating from college in the summer, I got a job at a riding stables for a few months, aiming to earn some money in an enjoyable way for my planned ‘gap year’ trip around the world. I grew up on a farm and love horses; I rode my first small pony aged five and have quite a lot of experience. I am five feet ten inches in height, broad-shouldered and full-figured, with a well-curved ass. When I look in the mirror, I see a fit and healthy-looking vigorous young woman, who usually has her striking auburn hair tied back in a pony-tail.

The Honourable Amanda D’Arcourt-Essington is youngest daughter of Lord Hartlebury, and lives at the manor house in the nearby village; the family stable their horses here. She is a spoilt little bitch who has just turned 17, arrogant and haughty, always complaining and making difficulties. Physically she is quite pretty, with a slim figure and long blonde hair which is pinned up when she rides, and the costume of boots and tight jodhpurs shows off her best asset, her pert and shapely butt.

It was a chilly and dreary Thursday in late October, and the stables were deserted – the owner and her chief assistant had gone to an auction in the next county, leaving just myself to deal with the very few customers who were likely to turn up. In fact, only one person did so – the Honourable Bitch, as I mentally called her. She had just passed her driving test – of course, doing so at the first attempt, a few days after her seventeenth birthday, which had only boosted her insufferable sense of superiority, as she arrived in the expensive little car that her indulgent father had presented her with.

She strode into the shelter of the warm barn, where I had just finished stacking some bales of fresh straw and was squatting on my haunches to sort out some bits of tackle and bridle which were getting worn and needed repair. I heard the scrunch of boots behind me, and turned and stood up; when I saw who it was, I put on the politest mask that I could manage, and asked nicely if I could be of assistance.

‘Well, I hope so,’ she snapped waspishly, clearly in a foul mood despite the new car, ‘although you were useless last time! Rainault [this was the typically pretentious name of her horse] needed a much better rub down, and you didn’t clean the bridle straps properly as I told you to – I want much better service this time, or I shall complain in the strongest terms!’

I gave a non-committal grunt, not trusting myself to speak to the little strumpet, and turned away to pick up a piece of harness from the floor. Before I could do so, I gave a startled cry – as I had bent over, the arrogant bitch had lashed me with her riding crop across the rump of my tight jeans!

‘Did you hear what I said, you stupid cunt?!!’ she shrilled, outraged that I had turned my back upon her dismissively.

This was too much to put up with, job or no job! I reacted almost without thinking, and slapped her across the face. She let out an amazed shriek, dropping the riding crop in her shock at any reprisal. Then she hissed and leapt at me, claws extended, her face turned ugly in the rictus of her anger, and for a few seconds we struggled like spitting cats. Of course, it was a typically stupid move on her part – I was taller, heavier, stronger from my physical work, and had some knowledge of judo. The outcome was never in doubt, and in a moment I had her down on the ground, flat on her back. I sat astride her, my weight on her stomach holding her down, and I pinned her in place by gripping her upper arms. She struggled and heaved, with quite interesting results as her body pressed against the crotch of my jeans, but there was no way that her slight frame could get the force or leverage to throw me off. I looked down at her, steaming with anger as all my resentment of her past snotty and insulting behaviour rose to the surface.

‘I’m gonna teach you a lesson, you little bitch!’ I snarled, and I shifted my hands from her shoulders to her breasts, which I must say made nice little handfuls. She yelped in shock as I squeezed them through the thin material of her white cotton shirt, and then again – more loudly, and with a slight note of panic – as I pulled and twisted her nipples. She cried out in protest and writhed beneath me, but somehow with less force than before, and I suddenly realised that her body was responding sexually to my rough treatment of her breasts, and that I was arousing her. I continued to grope her mounds firmly, as she gazed up at me in amazement, her mouth slightly open as she bit on her lower lip. She made no sign or sound of resistance as I undid the top buttons of her riding shirt and slipped one hand inside it, first to massage her breast in its bra cup, and then slipping my fingers inside to pull it free, fondling the smooth warm soft flesh and kneading the swollen nipple between my fingers. She moaned, and arched her back – but in evident pleasure, no longer making any attempt to dislodge her assailant.

I was now thoroughly aroused – she was an attractive piece of girl-flesh, and when I first encountered her I had fantasised about getting into her panties, until I found out what a cow she was. I continued to caress her breasts with one hand, whilst reaching behind me with the other to grasp her crotch. She gave a shudder and moan when she felt me seize her there, my thumb digging into the groove of her pussy slit through the tight material of her jodhpurs. Her reaction was all the encouragement that I needed, for she limply spread her thighs, opening her legs to give me easier access to her sex. I released my grip in order to push my hand down inside the waistband of her jodhpurs, and then into her panties to feel for her cunt. It was no surprise to find it wet with arousal, already partly open, and my assertiveness returned as I curled my index finger around and dug it into her. She groaned, shutting her eyes tight and arching her back, pressing her body against my jeans, and the tremor that shook her was unmistakably one of orgasm. In its wake, she flopped limply, and then looked up at me in complete surrender.

‘You like this, you fucking slut, don’t you?’ I asked softly, still stroking her breasts and slipping my finger in and out of her pussy. She swallowed, and nodded with unprecedented meekness. Well, well, I thought in wonderment: the Honourable Bitch turns out to be a lesbian, and with a hidden taste for submission as well – maybe they do teach something useful at that expensive all-girls school that her daddy sends her to. (Later, she told me that about six months previously she had been seduced and her virginity taken by the school’s Head Girl – who she snobbishly insisted on informing me was the daughter of the Earl of Cortonwood – and since then she had been passed around amongst some of the prefects, one of whom had discovered that she liked it even more when they played a bit rough.)

I decided to push my dominance further. ‘Tell me what you want, bitch – beg for it, you little slut, and maybe I’ll reward you.’

She swallowed again, suddenly looking about thirteen or fourteen rather than her actual seventeen years, and in the process turning me on even more. Tears glistened briefly at the corners of her eyes, but they were tears of surrender to a deep desire rather than of anger or humiliation. Then she began a hesitant, but seemingly sincere, apology for all of her bad behaviour, before continuing with greater urgency:

‘Please, Molly, please – fuck me! Take me and fuck me! Please, do it to me hard and rough, do anything you want!! Oh, God – Molly – I want you to do me – please, oh! Please – FUCKING DO ME!! TAKE ME!!’ She ended up almost yelling, losing it in the raging hormones that were driving her lust.

This was an offer that I couldn’t refuse. By now, I was feeling really horny – I hadn’t had a fuck for nearly a month, since getting picked up by a woman in her early 30s at a well-known gay and lesbian pub in the nearest city on a Saturday night; it had been hugely enjoyable, but by mutual intention was a ‘fuck-buddy’ one-night stand, with no strings attached. So I was more than ready for taking a ride on a sweet schoolgirl, even if she was sweet only in looks and not in nature.

I knew just what was needed, and it was ready to hand: a brush that we used for grooming the horses, it had a handle about 18 inches in length, so that you could reach over the horse’s back; the handle was a smooth wooden rod about three centimetres in diameter, with a slightly rounded end. I knew from personal experience what a good dildo it made, as on a few boring afternoons I had used it to bring myself off. I stood up, walked to the wall where the brush hung from a peg, and returned with it as Amanda gazed with wide-eyed interest and dawning anticipation.

I hauled her up to her feet with my free hand and, gripping her firmly by the arm, I pulled her over to where the bales of fresh straw were piled. I pushed two of them together and threw a clean blanket over them – it would make an excellent fucking platform, at just the right height. I shoved Amanda face-down over the top of this, stripped her jodhpurs down her legs to the top of her boots, and sat astride her back so that she couldn’t move even if she had wanted to. I ran a hand over the flanks of her hips and buttocks, eliciting an anticipatory shiver and moan from the trembling body underneath me. Amanda’s submission stoked my fires even more, and with almost vicious force I yanked to one side the gusset of her sodden panties and rammed in the brush handle, shafting it deep down into her vagina. She gave a wild shriek and her legs thrashed spasmodically for a moment, the toes of her riding boots drumming on the barn floor. I took no notice – for never did she say a word to ask me to stop, in fact all of her imprecations were broken begging to be taken faster, rammed deeper, fucked to pieces. She made a lot of noise, but fortunately no one was around and the horses were in another part of the yard, too far away to be disturbed by her cries. And that was before she started to climax, when her yells degenerated into an incoherent wail – still more so when, sensing that she was on the cusp of coming, I suddenly stopped.

Amanda let out a yowl of frustration, and swung her wide-eyed, tear-streaked face round at me accusingly. A touch of the arrogant aristocratic bitch who had driven up earlier surfaced for a moment:

‘Ooohh, God, no! Why have you stopped?? You fucking bitch! Aaggh – do me, you cunt, DO ME!!!’

‘Naughty girl,’ I replied, though in truth I had expected a reaction like that. She was, of course, in the perfect position for punishment – it was that which had given me this idea! I then proceeded to spank her bottom with my hand, giving her ‘six of the best’, quite hard – it was a good way of working off some of my anger at her past behaviour. It also turned both of us on even more – me as the dominant, and her as my submissive. When her ass was nicely reddened, I stopped spanking and grabbed a buttock cheek in each hand, kneading it unmercifully. This was enough to make the little strumpet orgasm, and I felt the frantic jerking of her pelvis underneath me. Before that climax was even finished, I plunged the makeshift dildo of the brush handle back into her, and this time rapidly pumped her up until she exploded in another climax. She collapsed, exhausted and gasping – but if the hot little minx thought that was it, she had another think coming!

Fucking her in that rough way – and, still more, the haughty arrogant little bitch’s responsiveness to it – had got me really turned on. As I stepped off her back, I noticed the riding crop lying on the ground where it had fallen, and I had a sudden determination that the punishment should fit the crime. I picked it up, and turned to the inviting target of her upthrust posterior. She was still in something of a daze from her crescendo of climaxes, and I’m still not sure whether she had noticed what I was doing – at any rate, when I tugged her panties down to her knees, baring her ass completely, she gave an anticipatory gasp and wiggled her hips invitingly.

Standing close behind her, I delivered eight hard swipes with the riding crop, alternating between each buttock. The impacts were punctuated by my lesson – delivered with a grunt as each swing landed on her peachy, quivering bottom – and her responses:

‘You!’ – whap!! – Amanda yelped in surprise.

‘Will!’ – whap!! – Amanda winced.

‘Never!’ – whap!! – Amanda sucked in her breath.

‘Swear at!’ – whap!! – Amanda trembled.

‘Or hit me!’ – whap!! – Amanda gasped.

‘Again!’ – whap!! – Amanda shrieked.

‘Understand?’ – whap!! – Amanda moaned deeply.

‘Bitch?!’ – whap!! – Amanda shuddered convulsively, and I was sure she had come again.

‘I won’t, Molly, please! – I promise, I’ll be good, really I will!’ sobbed Amanda, gazing up at me with tearful eyes that were also shining with adoration and submissive pleasure, and I noticed that she was furtively rubbing her pussy against the corner of the straw bale.

‘Enough of that, you dirty little slut’, I said, shoving her roughly off the bales to topple onto the floor. I stood up, undoing my work jeans and tugging them down over the top of my boots; my panties followed a second later, and I saw Amanda from her prone position gaze up the length of my legs to my completely shaven pussy, and the tip of her tongue came out and licked along her lips. I discarded my tartan check cotton shirt, exposing my shapely 34D breasts, cupped in a yellow underwired bra. The little minx positively salivated when she saw these, and I looked down on her, for a moment squeezing my own mounds and arousing myself even more.

Then I sat down on the bale of straw, facing her and with my thighs spread wide apart. I pointed with one imperious finger at my cunt, and ordered her:

‘Worship me, you slut!’

And she did, eagerly and energetically. She gripped my thighs, and her mouth fastened onto my pussy like a limpet. Her breathing came in snorts and gasps through her nostrils, which were almost buried into the upper part of my labia as she drove her tongue as deeply into me as she could reach. My treasure was not too hidden, as my clitoris was already swollen in arousal, but she proved to have either the instinct or the experience (and I was beginning to suspect it was both) not to do the obvious and go for my love-bud at once, but to explore my other crevices and take some time, working around, upwards and downwards. I began to give little gasps of pleasure from her attentions, with deeper moans every time she let the rough part of her tongue rasp across my clit. My heart rate rose and my breathing became ragged – until, at last, I clutched the back of her head and rammed it harder into my pelvis, my back arched, pushing against her, and I let loose a flood of incoherent swear words as I came, with a deeper and more satisfying climax than I had had in years.

Amanda withdrew her damp and sticky face, and looked at me with some of her customary cockiness restored.

‘Did I do good?’ she asked with a mock coyness.

I drew her face up to my bra, and said in a slightly shaky tone: ‘Finish the job, bitch!’

Her smile widened – I later discovered that she was a tit-girl even more than a pussy-eater, and that my curves, of which she had once got a good eyeful, looking down from her horse when I had left more buttons open than usual, had been what had attracted her to me.

Gently, almost reverently, she caressed my breasts in the bra for a little while. Then she slipped the straps off my shoulders and peeled the bra cups down, exposing my rather pointy twin peaks. She licked underneath each one – an unusual approach which I found surprisingly erotic, partly for the submissive posture it put her in – and then she circled her tongue around, coming closer and closer to the nipple. When she arrived at her target, she took it delicately into her mouth, then increasing the pressure gradually as she nibbled against it and pulled at it with her lips and her teeth. It was incredibly effective, and as she moved from my right breast to give the same attentions to my left, I reached between my legs to touch my cunt. However, Amanda noticed this and, with a disapproving shake of her head, she pushed my hand away and pressed her own in its place, thrusting two long fingers into my gaping, gushing vagina. She began a steady pumping with her arm, without distracting in any way from her concentration on my tits.

It was a wonderfully effective combination, and I opened my legs wider in response, my head going back as waves of sensuality flowed through me. Far too soon, I built up to the breaking wave of an orgasm, climaxing with a shout as it crashed against the cliffs. I cupped Amanda’s chin in my palm, and lifted her gaze to mine.

‘Yes,’ I said, ‘you done good. And you’ll do it again and again, won’t you, my pretty little pussy-slut?’

She nodded, meekly but clearly happily.

‘Oh, yes, Molly – thank you, thank you! I’d love to – you are so beautiful and so strong!’

We arranged to meet on Saturday afternoon at a pub in the nearby town, after which I would take her back to my small bed-sit flat for an afternoon and evening of sexual satisfaction. By now, Amanda had a sore ass and a tender pussy, and she no longer felt that riding would be a pleasant prospect – in addition, whilst we had been romping in the barn, it had started to rain quite heavily. Amanda said that she had better go, and gave me a kiss on the cheek before stepping out from the shelter of the barn and running across to her car. She lowered herself into the driver’s seat rather carefully – I could see the wince cross her face when her rump touched down, and she wriggled about a bit. Then, with a broad grin and a cheery wave, she departed in a typically showy and noisy shower of gravel. I had a smile on my face as I turned back to resume work in the barn, whistling to myself, and replaying the unexpected events of the afternoon in my memory.

During the following months, I fucked Amanda at least twice a week (and more frequently over the school Christmas and Easter vacations). We only did at the stables on two other occasions, when I knew for certain that no one else would be there; otherwise, she drove her little car into the town and we used my flat. She still came regularly to the stables to ride, of course, and when she was there she treated me in a pleasant and respectful way that was a complete contrast with her previous snotty attitude. The owner noticed the transformation and wondered aloud about it, but of course I couldn’t tell her that it was because I was fucking the little minx’s brains out on a regular basis.

I had learned that Amanda liked to be treated rough – not really hurt or beaten, she wasn’t a masochist in that way, but she liked someone to be in command of her, and she got off on being dominated and taken vigorously. In truth, I enjoyed using her in this way – there was still enough snobbish arrogance in her manner and bitchy whining in her voice to stir my blood, and make me go further and harder than I would with someone else. The only problem with screwing her at my little flat was that she was a noisy bitch when she climaxed, and I was concerned about getting complaints. There was a simple solution which turned out to appeal to Amanda as much as it did to me – on a day visit to London, I went to the Soho sex shops and bought a ball gag and a few other useful things. Now, almost as soon as she arrived I would put the gag on her, which had the effect of arousing both of us and the advantage for me of silencing her grating and affected aristocratic drawl. I also played around with the other things, which included some straps to tie her legs in different vulnerable positions and a couple of pairs of leather wrist-cuffs.

One of the last times that I fucked her stays in my memory as one of the most satisfying. I had given Amanda clear instructions to wear boots, denim jeans, a T-shirt and a plain bra; she could wear hold-up stockings under the jeans if she wanted, but absolutely not tights and no panties at all. I was prepared when she arrived at my flat, and was wearing an ankle-length loose wrap when I let her in. Before she could say more than hallo, I pushed the ball gag into her mouth, strapped it around tightly, and then cuffed her wrists behind her back. I ran my hands roughly over her body as she stood before me, kneading and pinching her breasts – I could feel the bra under her T-shirt, but both gave her little protection – and then groping the crotch of her jeans. She mewled a bit and twisted, but from her round eyes and flared nostrils I could see that she was already getting off on this treatment, and she would be well-lubricated down below. I gripped her shoulders and propelled her backwards into the bedroom, and onto her back on the mattress – the effect of her tied hands lying trapped under her buttocks was, as I had intended, to thrust her pelvis further up into the air.

Next, I untied and flung aside my wrap, and her eyes bugged out even more. The action revealed that I was dressed in black boots, black stockings held up by a traditional suspender belt, a tight black corset that was topped with quarter cups to lift my breasts and push them outwards, and that I already had in place a large black strap-on dildo. I knelt on the end of the bed, gripping her knees and jerking her legs apart, and then I paused for a moment to let the savour of anticipation build up in both of us.

When I was ready, leaving her jeans in place and still fastened at the waist, I slowly unzipped the fly and then pushed two of my fingers through the narrow opening. A quick, quite rough, delve found her sopping wet pussy, and a preliminary shudder ran through her frame when my fingers probed her entry. Satisfied that I knew where my target was, I now braced myself above her and thrust the strap-on through the open zip of her jeans and deep into her vagina. She gave a strangled noise behind the gag and arched her body upwards, meeting my thrust and taking the plastic phallus into her for its whole length. I then started a rapid pumping in and out, hugely aroused by penetrating a woman deep inside whilst she was still covered by all of her normal street clothes, so that none of her tits or pussy was even visible. From her snorting nasal breathing and the saliva drooling from her mouth around the gag, I could tell that Amanda was wildly turned on by the experience of being fucked through the zip hole of her jeans. The heady excitement of it, her musky smell as her cunt juices flowed and the friction from the strap of the dildo which ran between my legs, all combined to take me quickly to an orgasm. As I felt my climax building, I gripped one of her buttocks in each hand, pulling her even more upwards, and then I ground down on her, driving the dildo as deep as I could with a kind of corkscrew motion. We both came almost exactly simultaneously, and for a moment I collapsed on top of her prone form.

However, it was only a momentary pause for breath, and I still felt highly stimulated. I unsnubbed her jeans and pulled them down to the top of her boots, just below the knees. Then I ordered her to roll over onto her stomach, and I undid the wrist-cuffs. My next instruction was for her to kneel on the bed on all fours, and when her hands were back in front of her I cuffed them together again. Now she was ready and vulnerable in a different way, and I didn’t have a second’s thought about shoving the dildo – none too gently – into her cunt from behind, and riding her for a hard shafting doggy-style. By the time I was done, Amanda’s body and her jeans were so soaked with both our sticky cum-juices that she had to take a shower and borrow a skirt of mine to go home in, whilst I put her damp and stained trousers and panties through my washing machine.

I had some regrets when my nine months as a stable girl came to an end (as Amanda wasn’t my only sexual encounter by far – the world of women’s horse-riding is riddled with lesbianism, which of course was one reason why I liked it and had sought a job in it). However, she had been an unexpected bonus and hugely enjoyable – perhaps the best of them all. I found that I would miss rolling on top of her sweet youthful body as I travelled the world – but perhaps the girls of Thailand, Japan, Australia and the USA that I met along the way would make up for it. After all, I’m not travelling all that distance just to look at old buildings!

If you enjoyed this, check out my other stories … you might like them too … (to find them, follow the author link at the top of this story)

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Since the first time, Luther and Theodora have been having sex behind Victoria’s back. Today is no different.

Point of view: Luther

It was early morning when I awoke to the feeling of something warm encompassing my penis. My kinky girlfriend had decided it would be funny to wake me up with a blowjob. Once my eyes were fully open, she pulled back and smiled at me. “Good morning, honey,” she giggled.

“Are you going to finish?” I asked her with expectant glee showing on my face.

“Sorry, but I have work early. I just wanted to wake you before I left.” She stood up, revealing the fact that she was already wearing her work blazer.

“Are you kidding me?” I was more than a little annoyed.

“You love it when I tease you,” she laughed as she left the room. I stood up and chased after her. Rather than catching her at the stairs as I planned, I bumped into her younger sister. She was looking sexy in just a shirt so I stopped to stare for a bit. She squinted at me as if judging me before turning and trotting down the stares. It was then that I remembered my dick was still hanging out.

Victoria was just grabbing her purse on her way out the door. “Oh, hello, Theodora,” she greeted her sister with a sweet smile.

Teddy raised her hand to wave but stopped when I arrived behind her at the base of the stairs. Victoria could not see, but I was resting my hand on her butt. She tried to pretend not to notice, so I lifted up the hem of her shirt from the back only.

“Are you alright?” Victoria was busy grabbing her keys but she could see something off about Teddy’s face. She tried to wave at Victoria again but this time I decided it would be funny to poke her tiny asshole. Her whole body jolted.

“Have you seen my special hair clip?” Victoria asked while spinning around in search of it. She was completely oblivious. Teddy tried to take a step forward but I held onto her shoulder and pushed my finger completely inside her asshole. She bit her lip to keep from screaming out.

“Luther?” Victoria looked at me, redirecting her question from her mute sister to me.

“Wasn’t it on the kitchen counter?” I suggested.

“Can you go and check for me?” she asked politely. Teddy sighed with relief when I removed my finger from her asshole. I entered the kitchen and located the hair clip immediately. I decided to wash my hands before grabbing it and one other thing.

I came back to the living room and found Victoria hugging Teddy and kissing her cheek. “You two get along, alright?” she warned us.

I handed her the hair clip which she put on immediately. “What’s that,” she noticed that my hands were not empty.

I held up the bottle of olive oil I had also grabbed in the kitchen. “I thought I’d made Teddy and myself some eggs for breakfast,” I had to think quick.

“Aw, that’s so sweet. Isn’t he sweet?” she asked her sister. Teddy frowned instead of answering.

I dabbed some oil on two of my fingers and grabbing her ass from behind. “Don’t you think I’m sweet?” I asked Teddy while sliding both of my fingers into her asshole this time. She had to stand on her tiptoes as I stretched it upwards. She held her breath while nodding at Victoria vigorously.

“Bye you two,” her oblivious sister left the house. As soon as we heard the lock click Teddy tried to step away from me. I held her by the waist and worked my fingers deeper into her. She moaned while lurching forward. I let her bend over and lowered her to the floor. I pulled my fingers out and replaced them with the nozzle of the oil bottle. She began to whimper as I tipped it up, spilling oil into her stretched asshole.

She laid her head down with her tongue hanging out. A pool of drool formed on the floor as I worked the nozzle back and forth in her asshole. Finally I pulled it out with a pop. Her hips dropped slightly but she did her best to keep them raised. She knew I wasn’t done with her.

With a hand on each of her buttocks I spread them apart. Glistening oil was leaking out of her and running down the back of her thighs. I rubbed the tip of my cock against her hole to tease her. She moaned and wriggled her ass welcomingly. “Have you ever done this before?” I asked mischievously. She shook her head. “But you want it, right?”

She shook her head again. I waited for a while as she tried to deny it. Finally, after her exposed asshole started to become cold, she began to nod. “Good girl.” I slid my cock into her gapping hole. She groaned out in pain but did not pull away.

This may just be personal preference but there is something special about fucking a girl’s asshole. First of all, though it is the organ meant for sex, a pussy can shove out an eight pound child. It’s meant to stretch. Most of the time, an anus can’t even fit one finger. The tightness just doesn’t compare. Also, you have to be real intimate with a girl for her to let you fuck her asshole. She basically says I take your happiness more seriously than my own comfort. Lastly, it’s kinda a domination thing. I have fucked all three of Teddy’s holes now. She belongs to me.

The girl was a trooper, I’ll give her that. Barely in high school and letting an adult man shove his cock up her butt. She kept holding her breath until her face turned read and then gasping. I suppose it helped her somehow. Every time it got a little difficult to push, I poured more oil over her ass and my cock where they met.

When I realized I was about to cum, I reached underneath her and grabbed both of her tits through her shirt. It doesn’t matter what she is doing, Teddy will always cum when you twist her nipples. She practically shrieked when I did it that time though. Her whole body shook, including her already impaled asshole. She only calmed down when I began to fill her sore cavity with warm soothing cum.

I expected her to collapse when I pulled out but instead she just stayed in her prone position, ass in the air and leaking more than just oil now. I thought it would be a waste to have her expel it all, so I went back to the kitchen and found a wine stopper. I pushed the oil bottle into her butt one more time, making her groan again. After practically emptying the bottle, I slid the wine stopper into her overflowing butt.

She didn’t really complain so much as stare at me in disbelief. She did not know why I needed to fuck her and then humiliate her. “You’re not allowed to wear panties today,” I informed her. “Your bare ass is gonna touch everything you sit on. Try not to leak too much.”

Finally, she stood up. She grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me downward so she could kiss me. She licked her lips and stared into my eyes with a slightly exhausted but also aroused expression. If she could talk she’d be scolding me for toying with her. She did nothing to remove the wine stopper though and she did not put on panties. Annoyed at me or not, this girl was a slut and an obedient one.

The rest of the day was amazing. I got horny nearly every hour just watching Teddy trying to move gingerly so as not to upset her filled bowels. I removed the wine stopper and fucked her gapping asshole repeatedly, on the couch, in her room, on the back porch, on the kitchen counter.

Each time she would look at me longingly, begging me with her eyes to fuck her, by then, dripping cunt. I never obliged her though. Today she was nothing but an anal slut and I made sure of it. Each time I’d deposit more cum and cork her up before she could leak any. Her stomach had to be hurting something bad.

That night we made dinner together. I removed her wine stopper and shoved a wooden spoon up her asshole instead. It was hard on her to walk as the spoon could not bend with her intestines.

Finally, while I had her face down on the living room floor again, ass in the air and hands held behind her back by her wrists, my phone rang. It was Victoria telling me she was almost home. It was exhilarating to fuck Teddy while her sister listened to her moans through the phone. I don’t think she knew what they were though because she did not say anything.

After cumming inside Teddy’s slimy, oil filled, abused bowels one last time, I sent her to the bathroom to relieve herself. It must have been bad because she did not come out before Victoria arrived home.

“Oh, you made dinner,” she was pleasantly surprised. “Where’s Theodora?”

“Somewhere.” I pretended to look around. It was not supposed to be common for the two of us to hang out together while Victoria was out.

“Say, I feel bad about this morning. Do you want me to give you a quickie before she comes down for supper?” Victoria squatted down in front of me.

“You know what, I think I saw Teddy go into the bathroom a while ago. Maybe she’s sick. You should go check on her,” I quickly made an excuse to escape the situation. Even if I was not exhausted from fucking Teddy all day long, there was no way Victoria would not be able to tell I’d been using my dick all day. I’d need a good shower before I’d let her anywhere near it.

Victoria was confused of course but dutifully went to check on her sister. I went upstairs and turned on the hot water in the shower. I had a whole days worth of sweat to wash off. It was kinda exciting, how close to being caught we were. Well, I’m sure exciting is not how Teddy would describe it.

Point of view: Victoria

I was so happy when I got off work early. I felt bad about leaving Luther high and dry that morning. I rushed home without even calling ahead. I wanted to surprise him and of course Theodora. Well, when you want to surprise someone, you get a little giddy, don’t you? I was just peeking in the window to see what they were doing while I was out. To say I was shocked would be an understatement; my lovely little sister, bent over like a whore, taking Luther’s cock in her ass no less.

Well I wasn’t going to stand for it. I had my phone out immediately, recording everything as evidence for when I turned him over to the police. Oh yes, he doesn’t realize it because he only turned eighteen recently, but my sister is still underage. This mistake of his was going to cost him at least five years in jail and a permanent label of a registered sex offender.

The hardest part about recording this type of evidence though is watching. I had to sit and stare at my own adorable sister getting the dicking of her life. I wanted to rush in there and save her but I had to be patient. I’m no saint; obviously the whole scene made me horny. Luther was not the only one upset we hadn’t finished what I started that morning.

Come to think of it, this may have been partially my fault. I really should not have invited a horny teenaged boy to live with my delicate sister. Of course she would have trouble refusing him when he inevitably came onto her. I mean, why wouldn’t he? If I had a dick I’d have fucked that cute ass of hers myself. Theodora, you are lucky you have a sister and not a brother. I’d be the one heading straight to jail.

Pretty soon I was not really recording at all; I was just touching myself and hoping Luther would be rougher with her. So many different thoughts ran through my mind. Had they started with normal sex and moved on to anal? Was Luther just an ass man and never told me?

I’ll admit that I blanked out for a couple of seconds when I had an orgasm. I’ve only ever been able to cum from touching myself a couple of times so that was impressive. I guess watching my adorable sister getting fucked was more of a turn on than anything I’d ever seen in porn.

When I recomposed myself, I called Luther to warn him I was on my way. I didn’t want to catch him in the act; I wanted to let him think he’d gotten away with this betrayal until he was in handcuffs. As expected, Theodora ran to the bathroom and Luther cleaned up the living room; just enough to fool someone who hadn’t just seen them through the window.

I played my role well. “Oh, you made dinner,” I said ever so sweetly. “Where’s Theodora?” I didn’t need to ask. She was probably in the bathroom squirting out Luther’s cum at that very moment.

“Somewhere,” he gave the lamest excuse.

I decided to tease him a little. “Say, I feel bad about this morning. Do you want me to give you a quickie before she comes down for supper?” I tried to undo his pants. I wondered if he’d let me, the bastard.

“You know what? I think I saw Teddy go into the bathroom a while ago. Maybe she’s sick. You should go check on her,” he made a believable excuse to get away. After hearing that, how could I not go and check on my poor sister.

As expected, she was sitting on the toilet in the downstairs bathroom. Her face was red and she was grunting as her stomach muscles contorted. She was trying to squeeze out every last drop of Luther’s cum. “Oh man, he really did a number on you.” I shook my head.

Theodora did not even try to deny what they had been doing. She knew she was caught. I hugged her and then kneeled down in front of her. “You should be more careful. Having unsafe sex is a really bad idea. You could end up with a disease or worse pregnant. I’ll take you to the doctor tomorrow. We’ll get you some pills.”

She nodded while trying to swallow her tears. She obviously felt bad about banging my boyfriend. She couldn’t know that I did not care about Luther that way in the slightest. If he wanted to fuck a dozen girls, that did not bother me; as long as he did not bring their diseases home with him. No, the problem was he chose to do this to my once sweet and innocent sister.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” I led her into the bathtub and turned on the water. Supper would be cold before we got to it. I had to comfort my sister first.

It had been a while since we bathed together but Theodora did not complain when I stripped down. I sat in the bath behind her and stroked her hair. It was stringy with sweat. “He must have been fucking you all day long,” I whispered in her ear. “Did you like it?” She shook her head. “Now-now, don’t lie to me,” I scolded her.

Slowly she nodded. “Yeah, Luther’s pretty good, isn’t he? Man I wish I had a cock like that, I’d never let you sleep.” I slid my hand down between her legs and pressed my fingers to the small tuft of hair above her cunt.

She gasped and turned her head to stare at me in shock. “Don’t look at me like that. You’re the one at fault. How am I supposed to keep my distance now? I always thought I was a bad sister for wanting to touch you. I thought I’d take away your innocence. Well, you’re not so innocent anymore, are you? I have nothing to lose but your trust in me but I’m a little too mad at you to care right now. How come he gets to do this to you when I don’t? Look at your knees. They are so red from the carpet.”

Theodora did not move or even respond. She let me curl my fingers up inside her and rub her chest with my other hand. She really is an obedient girl. Oh how my dad would beat me if he saw me doing this. I don’t know if he’d be more mad about the incest or the girl on girl part of it. Lord knows he wouldn’t actually be worried about Theodora. That idiotic man is the reason she is living with me in the first place. This was all his fault somehow.

Theodora started to moan when I pinched one of her nipples. “Oh, I think I found your sensitive spot,” I teased her. “Has Luther done this to you yet? Who am I kidding, of course he has. He’s probably had his cock down your throat by now. He’s real pushy when it comes to sex. Don’t worry, for every rough reaming he gave you, I’ll treat you nice and gentle.”

I swirled my fingers inside of her until she was breathing heavy and gasping. At the right moment I twisted her nipple again. Because we were in the bath, it was masked by the water but I swear she squirted for me. Her body jolted and her limbs knocked on the sides and bottom of the tub. She was too exhausted for much more. “You poor thing. I want to keep you up all night, cumming and screaming for me. I bet you’d go insane. Luther would definitely hear you though. Oh well, we’ll just wait until he’s gone.”

Suddenly Theodora turned around, breaking away from me. “What’s wrong?” I could see fear in her eyes. “Luther is an adult. What he did to you is illegal. Once I show the recording on my phone to the police, he’s going to jail for a long time.”

She shook her head vigorously. “You don’t want him to go to jail?” I asked. “Well that figures. How about I just kick him out?” Again she shook her head. “Man, you’re stubborn. What if I make sure you two never have sex again?” She looked at me with pleading miserable eyes. “I see. You’re completely hooked. You want him inside you again. As soon a possible I’ll bet.”

She blushed feverishly. “Jeez, what am I gonna do about you? Fine, you can keep your boy toy but we’re not telling him about us. Anything he does to you, I get to do twice, got it?” Theodora looked extremely reluctant. “I love you, sweetie, don’t you love me?” I tried to guilt her. She nodded slowly. “Good girl. Now get over here and cum for me again. I want to hold you tight as you tremble like a skewered jackrabbit.”

She was definitely reluctant but I think her desire to be allowed to fuck Luther again persuaded her. She hugged me tightly, pressing our wet breasts together. I of course wasted no time turning the embrace sexual. In less than a minute I had her moaning and rocking back and forth in the tub, trying not to cum while intentionally scraping her pussy on the floor of the bath just to feel better. She could not help it; she was a slut through and through.

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