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This is part of an occasional series of ‘Scenes’, all of which are a single scene in a particular type of location. They are ‘point of view’ stories, and you can imagine that you are either the narrator or the ‘you’ character. This is happening on Saturday night, in a club in your town.

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2011

I’m sending little darting glances over to where you are, on the other side of the bar – hoping to catch your attention, to attract your interest.

And why not? You are just my type: a tall, slender, leggy blonde, with your profile displaying an enticing curve of breasts – they look firm and perky, a nice handful but not too large. Your hair is neatly styled, you are smartly turned out for a night on the town – you have that indefinable chic. You carry yourself really well, with confidence and a kind of unstated command, an oasis of cool serenity in this noisy packed club with its crowd at the bar and the mass of pulsating bodies on the dance floor nearby. You look well-educated and professional: a business executive, perhaps in advertising, or a banker, or maybe a lawyer? All this turns me on so much – and most of all that you look about a dozen years older than me, in your early 30s.

I’m always easy meat for a stylish mature woman, and slim blondes most of all – I suppose it goes back to the woman who first seduced me, a tennis coach at summer camp six years ago, when I was just legal at sixteen. She knew what I needed even before I did, and ever since I’ve been exclusively a girl for girls – or, rather, for women, whenever I get the chance. And now I’ve left college and got a job in this city, I can do what I want – and that’s to trawl the lesbian bars and clubs every Saturday night, looking to get off with someone like you, just exactly like you!

You caught my eye almost as soon as you came into this members-only lesbian night club; I realise that I’ve noticed you here a few times before, but I never got the chance to trail my coat (well, my pussy) in your path. You are with two other women, perhaps in their late twenties, both quite attractive and smart – but you stand out, to me you shine like a beacon, and all the other femmes in the club are just a grey indistinct background behind you. I’m not worried about the chicks you are with, because I’ve seen them around and I know they are a couple. But I don’t want some other bitch cutting in and hooking you before I do, and hence my increasingly unsubtle signs of interest.

C’mon, take a chance, you won’t regret it, I promise you! Look my way, and see what’s on offer – I’m a very pretty girl, everyone has always said so, a cute dark-eyed brunette, quite busty, quite young, in a short tight skirt and black boots – what is there to lose? Try your luck – it’s your lucky night, believe me!

I’m standing deliberately by myself, just at the side of the bar, cradling a vodka and lime and nursing it to last. I sense from the corner of my eye that your head has turned a little in my direction, and I swing a little sideways – I’m giving you my profile, so that you can’t miss my best features, my trim jutting ass and my tits, a fully rounded thrusting pair of 30 double-Ds.

I slip a sly glance back towards you, half-hidden under my large dark eyelashes – I’m a classic brunette, my hair a rich chestnut brown, slightly curly as it hangs to brush my shoulders.

You are looking my way! Yes, definitely, you are – with a slightly amused upturn to your lips, and a glint in your eye. Has the bait so artlessly laid been taken?

Hmm … oh! Yes, I think it has!

Still looking in my direction, you murmur something to the woman next to you, the blonde of the couple, and she gives an amused shake of her head and a small laugh, as if to say ‘off you go then, don’t let us hold you back’. But then you turn away, more in the direction of the door, and you disappear into the press of the crowd behind you, and I have a moment to admire the sway of your hips and the svelte curve of your ass, so elegantly showcased in a pair of sheer tight-fitting grey linen trousers.

Oh! Oh shit! No, don’t say that you’ve gone, heading off to some better pussy-hunting ground? Surely the hottest, most available babes are right here, right now? I mean, lookit me, for one!

I bite my lower lip with a crushing sense of disappointment, and then – for I’m not a girl to go home alone – I give the room another scan, seeking the next best (but very much second-best) prospect. Perhaps that black woman, although at only little more than my own age, she’s younger than I really want – but she does look quite commanding and authoritative. Oh, fuck, she’s with that cute little busty Latina, who looks hardly old enough to get entry here, I don’t believe she’s 18, not for a moment. Hmm … well, what about that brunette in the far corner? I don’t know, maybe … aah!!

My heart gives a lurch, as you suddenly materialise out of the crowd behind me – you have made a circuit around three sides of the room, I guess checking me out from various angles, and seeing if I really am on my own. In an instant you are right beside me, and your hand gently touches my arm, making me almost jump with the electric shock of excitement which this sends surging through me.

Up close, you look even better, if that is possible. You have lovely skin, a smooth flawless complexion, with a light tan that gives a healthy glow and offsets your straw blonde hair and your striking blue eyes. I’m thinking there must be Vikings in your long-ago ancestors, and maybe like them you’d like to seize a local maiden and carry her away in your longship? OK, so nowadays it’s a Mercedes 350SL convertible, but the same principle applies … I hope!

You are three or four inches taller than me, at about five feet ten, and your greater age and experience add even more authority to that. You are wearing smart designer heels in black below your silver-grey slacks, and you must have gone by the cloakroom – I realise now that this was why you started out in the direction of the entrance – because the matching double-breasted jacket of your suit is nowhere in sight, and I am very conscious of the shiny silk fabric of your shirt-style short-sleeve white top. You have left several buttons open … well, it is hot in here, as the evening builds up and more hormone-radiating babes pack in to this small space … but this does afford a nice view down your front, and I seem to be well-placed at an angle to do so. I try not to be too obvious in checking this out, spying the top of a lacy black bra and the promising start of your cleavage.

I realise that you have said something – which, between the noise of the dance music and the pounding of the blood in my ears, I haven’t registered. Oh, great, here’s my chance to come across as a complete idiot!

You smile again, so attractively, your blue eyes surprisingly warm in their regard. Your hand still rests on my forearm, as you repeat:

‘Hallo, I’m glory’.

For a moment I stand, rooted to the spot, mouth half-open in surprise – shit, are you putting me on here? You don’t have to tell me, I know you are glorious – deliciously, amazingly, stunningly, pussy-wettingly, earth-shakingly, orgasmically glorious. Then I realise that in the noise I have misheard you, that actually you said that your name is Gloria – oh, girl, someone knew what they were doing at your christening, you sure had a fairy godmother! Somehow I manage to get out a strangled, tongue-tied reply:

‘Hi, umm – yes, err … I’m Alison.’

‘Such a pretty name,’ you say softly, running your eyes over my face and body – and I can feel your gaze lingering on the ripe swell of my tits, as you add ‘… for such a pretty babe.’

Oh, yes! It may be an old line, but the old ones work just fine – and when said in your slightly husky tone, and with that sultry look in your eye, I’m falling for it for sure … of course, I probably would even if you recited the railway timetable or the Mets batting averages, but it’s the thought that counts. I’m so thrilled, because now I know for sure that you are interested, that you want me, that we are going to end up fucking like rabbits … maybe at my apartment, maybe at yours?

You smile, nicely but just a little hawkish, a little hungry – and that turns me on, I’m getting wetter by the second, my cunny-juices must be dribbling down to the lacy tops of my hold-up stockings, and a sudden shiver goes down my spine.

You take my nearly-empty glass out of my nerveless fingers and set it down on the shiny wooden surface of the bar, just behind my elbow. Then you move your hand to my shoulder, not quite resting there but slightly squeezing, possessively – mmm, I like that.

‘Dance’, you say, and it is not quite a question and not quite an order.

My breath and voice have taken a vacation, as I look at you wordlessly, at the pinnacles of your breasts, now visibly pressing against the confines of your smooth cream silk shirt, at your slightly-parted full lips, your lightly flushed-cheeks, and the hot gleam in your eyes. My stomach does a little flip-flop of excited anticipation, my knees go wobbly and for just a second I fear that I won’t be able to take a step with folding up and falling over. I just nod soundlessly and you reach for my hand, your palm warm and surprisingly dry in mine, and you pull me along behind you into the crowd on the dance floor, into the mass of gyrating, thrusting butts and the eye-catching bouncing of breasts.

The first few numbers are fast and furious, and it gives each of us the chance to show our moves, to do what dancing has been ever since the days of cavewomen – a mating display, to attract the best fuck available. We synchronise our swaying steps in time to the pounding rhythmic beat, and you easily match me for speed and suppleness despite being at least a decade more than my twenty-two years – it’s not just that you must exercise regularly, and it crosses my mind that maybe at college you were a gymnast, or perhaps a dancer?

We touch a little as we dance, our eyes are locked on each other, we are in a little bubble of isolation despite the press of female flesh all around. Many them are damn sexy fuckable bitches, but neither of us pays them any mind, apart from neatly sidestepping if they stray awkwardly into our space.

I laugh with the carefree enjoyment of the moment, and of you and of what is still to come. Both our faces are now flushed, partly with the exertion of our dancing, and partly with sexual desire. We smile at each other without any restraint or falseness, and I let you twirl me in the classic rock style – as you are taller, it works easier for you to take the man’s steps, and anyway I want you to be dominant, to take the lead. Perhaps, if we go back to your place – as I hope we will – maybe you have a favourite strap-on you’d like to use on me … a great big, long, curved, ridged one … please, oh pretty please, I do so hope that you do!

The music changes pace to something slow and sensuous, and your hands go around my waist and pull me towards you. You don’t hesitate for a second as your lips find mine and press them apart, and your tongue slides between, flicking around my gums and exploding my taste buds with the tang of your saliva. Your hands slip lower to cup my butt and press my pelvis hard against yours, and I give a sigh of part-release and part-desire, as my hips open and our bodies entwine. Your right leg is pushed between mine and you press it hard against my pussy, as I grind against the firm muscles of your thigh, my short skirt riding up for several inches. Because you are taller, the crotch of your trousers rubs more against my right hip, at the very top of my leg, and I sense an urgency building beneath the brittle shell of your so-attractive cool and commanding demeanour. Our breasts are pressed together – because of the difference in height, my fuller ones push up just below yours, and the hard points of my intensely-aroused nipples thrust erotically into the soft flesh of the undersides of your smaller, perky breasts. The flimsy fabric between us is almost no barrier at all – the smooth shiny silk of our tops is the thinnest layer over our bras: yours is a light half-cup in black gauze and lace, whilst mine is an open-shelf design, just a band of fabric below the swell of my breasts to support them, giving no coverage of my tits at all.

You release your hold on my ass, and your left hand rises to clasp the back of my neck, holding me firmly there so that I cannot break away from our passionate kiss – not that I want to, of course, but your assertiveness thrills me through and through. Your right hand slips round in between us and then slides up under my stretch mini-skirt, seeking my cunt with eager intent. Your eyes widen slightly as your questing fingers find my mound, for there are no panties protecting my swollen moist pudenda from your intrusion – I never wear any when I am out on the prowl, they get in a girl’s way at moments like these.

You smile with wolfish appreciation, your nostrils flaring as your fingers deftly explore my fleshy folds. With careful delicacy – for you have no intention of letting me climax so soon – you run your fingertips along my labia, rubbing their rubbery slick surface and then teasing into the valley between them, where the lava of my desire bubbles hot and red. I give a soft appreciative moan, almost inaudible as our deeply probing kiss continues unabated, and with predatory satisfaction you sense the slight tremors running through my body, and accept the signs of my utter surrender to your sexual command.

We are pressed so closely together – mouth to mouth, tits to tits, hips to hips – that no one can easily see what you are doing to me under my skirt, out here on the crowded and dimly lit dance floor. A few of the couples close nearby can see my body tremble, know from experience where your missing hand must be, and smile with amusement – one them at least is doing the same thing, for I see a pretty femme’s head jerk backwards suddenly and her mouth opens in a silent O for orgasm, and she shudders in the tight embrace of the big busty black woman who has swept her almost literally off her feet. In fact, it is quite usual for an assertive dyke to stake her claim in this way here on the dance floor, and I’m not the only pretty girly who comes pantyless – and then comes, pantyless – in that sweet expectation. As long as you don’t shriek and don’t stumble into the other couples, no one minds at all.

As your finger enters me more forcefully, I begin to give soft gasps of pleasure, pitched low enough so that only you can hear them. I am begging you to take me, to use me, to fuck me any way that you want, and you look straight back at me, with the assurance of years of experience in your calm expression, and you say: ‘I will, oh yes, babe, I surely will!’

Just then, the slow number ends, and in the second of silence that follows, we stand there, still closely pressed together. You withdraw your hand from under my skirt, tugging it decorously back into place from where you had crumpled it up, and you give me the languid smile of a woman who knows that she has just sealed her next sexual conquest. I am so conscious of your body heat and of your smell – so enticing, your elegant perfume (Dior, I think? – you are definitely a classy lady) now mingled with the musky pheromones of sexual arousal. As you hold me close and reclaim your firm grasp of my ass, I let my hands rove over your back and butt, and press my breasts even more sharply into yours. I am gratified by the murmur I hear in the back of your throat, and I know that I am warming your fires just as much as you are stoking mine. After several minutes you break the kiss, no longer quite so much Ms Cool the smart executive, with your breath coming that much faster and shallower.

You look me directly in the eye, and say with complete command and assurance: ‘I’m taking you home with me, honey – you’re mine for tonight, and tomorrow too.’

This is Saturday night, and that’s what I was hoping for – I try not to look too eager, but my mouth has dried up somehow, so I only manage a wide-eyed nod of consent.

‘However’, you continue, with a fierce grin and a hot gleam of lust in your eyes, ‘my place is a thirty-minute drive from here, and I can’t wait that long – you hot little bitch, I want you, right here and right now!’

I am thrilled to the core, my knees go weak and my eyes wider still – with an alluring broken little moan, I nod assent a second time.

‘Good!’ you say, sexual hunger making your voice deeper and rougher, ‘babe, you’re coming with me!’

And you seize my hand again, and tow me through the sweaty crowd of lesbian lovers on the dance floor, dextrously threading between the hips and elbows of those couples who are already making out. I know your destination, as we head towards the back of the club, through the swing doors and down the stairs to the basement level – where the toilets are. Before these premises became the present exclusively-lesbian establishment (you have to become a member to enter here, and can only do so if two existing members propose you), it was an ordinary night club, and of course had washrooms for both men and women. The latter have been left unchanged, but there was no need for the former any more, and so they were remodelled as a second ladies’ toilets – you know how there can never be enough of those! The new ones are well-appointed and have longer and wider cubicles than usual, and (as was quite expected by the club management) they are regularly, indeed mainly, used for assignations like this – so much so that the original women’s washroom is known amongst the members as ‘the going room’ and the new one is ‘the coming room’, for the sounds of sex are heard there more often than the flushing of lavatories.

This is where you bring me, both of us heady with the strong wine of lust coursing in our veins. We are in luck – it is still quite early in the evening, and several of the twelve stalls are vacant, although there is already that indefinable aroma of female cum-juice in the air, which will get much stronger later, as more and more lesbian couples seek swift satisfaction from each other. You drag me without hesitation into an empty cubicle, and you push me authoritatively against its side. My back thuds against the wood partition to the next cubicle, for a second knocking my breath away, whilst you turn and close the door, running the bolt into place with a firm snick.

You turn back to me, place your hands on my shoulders and then run them appraisingly down over my chest, grasping and squeezing my full bust in lustful appreciation of my delightfully curvy youthful body. Then your hands press over my stomach and delve down to grasp the hem of my tight stretch-fabric mini-skirt. With a firm tug you pull it upwards to roll around my waist like a thick soft belt, and I shift my stance, straddling my legs apart, opening myself in silent offering, as you gaze at my naked cunt.

I am fully shaven and so totally exposed to you, wet with my juices and with my labial lips swollen and projecting puffily outwards. You take my cunt in the palm of one hand and press hard against it, whilst your other hand – now almost shaking in your lust for me – jerks my top up and over my head, dropping the flimsy garment in a crumpled ball onto the closed lid of the toilet, the rim of which is pressed against my right calf.

You savour the sight of my full heavy breasts, and swiftly pull them out of the meagre cover provided by my balcony bra. Your mouth descends like a swooping hawk, and you take my left tit between your lips, eliciting a broken cry from me as your sharp teeth nip around my engorged nipple. All this while, the heel of your hand has been grinding against my soaking pussy, pressing hard against my soft mound and stimulating my swollen and throbbing clitoris. It’s almost too much for me, even though I’m far from a sapphic novice, and my head is spinning from your overwhelming stimulus of my most erogenous spots.

‘Aaahh, you bitch!’ I gasp into your ear, as your head is bowed over whilst you switch to devour my right nipple, sucking it deep into your mouth; ‘oh, you bitch … God! fuck me, fuck me! … ah, fuck me, you bitch!’

Your head rises, leaving a trail of wet saliva around my tits, and at once I take the opportunity to grasp your breasts and then swiftly to unbutton your shirt. As soon as I have done so, you strip it off and – with a self-control that I can only envy, you carefully hang it on the clothes-hook on the back of the cubicle door. I admire your trim shoulders and your smaller but well-formed breasts, which are encased in an enticing, lacy and clearly expensive black bra. I reach to expose them, but with a silent shake of your head that clearly indicates ‘not now – later’, you push my hands away to the sides, against the wooden wall, and you sink gracefully to your knees, your face on a level with my jutting naked pussy.

‘Oh, God! Yes, yes … eat me, you bitch … eat me! eat me out, eat me now!’ I whimper in a voice that quivers with desire.

You waste no time – your fingers pull my labia apart, and your long agile tongue penetrates my pussy like a spear. As it lashes up and down inside my vagina, with its rough edges rasping along my inner walls, your fingers push against my clitoris, sending waves of erogenous excitement coursing through me like breakers on an Atlantic beach, curling over with successive thunder. It is too much for me to contain, and my hips buck and quake as I climax, my eyes tightly closed in the moment of crescendo.

Your tongue licks around my pussy, sucking up my leaking cum-juice and savouring my unique taste. I shake my head to clear away my sudden dizziness, and then let out a startled sob as your thumb enters my pussy again, sliding down to its very base hidden deep between my thighs. You press against the lowest end of my opening, sending shivers through me, and then the index finger of the same hand curls round and probes the tender rim of my ass-hole. Entering me there, you press your thumb and forefinger together, squeezing my most sensitive parts together, with an intense effect like an electric jolt. There is a sensation like being in an elevator and then the bottom dropping out, and I come again with redoubled and desperate intensity, my pussy juices squirting like a miniature fountain onto your hand and wrist.

My eyes are glazed, and a sheen of sweat coats my face, my chest, my back and my flanks. My shoulder-blades and my ass are stuck to the wooden partition wall behind me, and I am panting for breath as if I had just sprinted a thousand metres. In those brief seconds of pause, we both hear a shuddering moan from the cubicle behind me, as some other female gets fucked to her orgasm. Barely discomposed by your efforts, you rise smoothly to your feet, regarding my breathless and befuddled condition with a mixture of amusement and accomplishment.

‘Third time is best’, you say meaningfully, and my brain catches up with your intention to take me again, just as your index finger finds my cunt-hole and penetrates me, hard and fast for a good four inches. You withdraw it, and then vigorously re-enter me with two fingers, side by side. I give a little plaintive whimper, not of protest but of exhaustion, as you begin a fast finger-fucking, using the thumb of your left hand to rub on my clit whilst the two long fingers of your right hand rasp in and out of my vagina with increasing force.

I am clinging to you as a drowning sailor would to the only lifebelt in sight, and I bite my lip and grunt as your abrasion of my swollen clitoris and your penetration of my tender vagina overwhelm me. Your eyes are dancing with merry delight as I melt in your firm grasp, my cunt so wide open and wet that without much difficulty you force a third digit into it with each insertion, and twist your fingers in a cunning motion that takes its sensual toll of my pussy. I gasp as you add a fourth finger to your drilling impalements, opening my gaping gash still wider as your firm hold keeps me in place.

You tuck your thumb into the palm of your hand and bunch your fingers together to make a shape like the point of a spear, your arm its long shaft. You ram this into me, meeting some resistance from my vaginal muscles, and I give a little hoarse scream from the indescribable mixture of pain and pleasure which this causes – and another high-pitched gasp as my cunt stretches to accommodate your inexorable thrust. You withdraw your fingers for a couple of inches, letting me get some of my breath back, and then with power and purpose your hand once again pushes up into my pussy. Your long fingers are lubricated with my juices, and both they and your slender wrist are suddenly past the constriction – and sliding deep into my vaginal tube. My eyes almost bug out, and I would scream if I could get only a gulp of air into my lungs – dear God, you are fisting me!!

I can’t believe it – I’ve only ever been fisted once before, a couple of years ago, and it was a mind-numbing experience then. This is even more powerful – you have taken possession of me in the most absolute and total way, and I am nothing but your glove-puppet, dancing and cavorting at your will. With a shocked sob, my arms swing wide, the palms of my hands smacking with a dull thud against the partition wall, and my fingernails scrabble hopelessly for purchase on its smooth glossy surface. I dare a glance downwards, and nearly faint at the sight of how far your arm has gone into me – shit! almost half of the distance from your elbow to your wrist has now vanished from sight!

‘AAAH! … please, wait! Oh, no … oh, you can’t … aaaahh, I can’t take it!’ I plead, but my sobs are turning to moans under your pile-driving pressure: ‘Oh!! … mmm … you can, can’t you … oh, you bitch, do me … go on, do me, do me good – now, fucking do me now! … aaaAGGHHH!!

I can’t believe it, I simply can’t believe it is anatomically possible for so much to go up inside me – you must be almost up to my cervix! Your every motion is magnified a hundred times in effect, the short withdrawals as convulsive as the insertions. My heart is hammering in my chest and my back arches with rising passion, as I make animal barnyard noises from between clenched teeth. You deliver the final thrusting fisting fuck, and my volcanic orgasm leaves me almost fainting and leaning bonelessly against you for support. I pant for breath, my tongue hanging out from parted lips, and moan as your withdrawal of your arm and hand makes me feel like someone has just sucked out all my guts with a vacuum cleaner.

You kiss my parted lips, savouring my state of stunned satiation. You smile, and whisper one instruction in my ear:

‘Eat me, babe, eat me now!’

This is accompanied by a firm downwards pressure on my shoulders, and of course I know what you want. Miraculously, my physical and sexual energy returns redoubled at this delightful prospect, for I have been longing to get my tongue into your slit ever since I first laid eyes on you. I drop down to my haunches, my knees spreading apart for balance. My skirt is still rucked up around my waist and, as I squat in front of you, a fresh draft of air wafts under the wooden partition wall and tickles around my pussy. I glance downwards for a second; through the gap of four or five inches between the base of the partition and the tiled floor, I can see that in the cubicle behind you there are two pairs of feet – one those of a black woman wearing smart cream-coloured pumps, the other a pair of red stilettos with leather straps encasing slim white ankles, and I can tell, from the placing of their feet, that the women are grinding their cunts against each other in a pussy-pulverising scissors-fuck.

It takes me barely a second to register the sapphic activity next door, and I lift my eyes again to admire your elegant grey linen slacks. Their sheer cut is classically elegant and, seen close up, the fine weave of the fabric is clearly of the highest quality. At first, I run my palms over the outside of your trouser legs, and then across the smooth rise of your pelvis and up and down your inner thighs, working my way ever closer to the triangle where they meet – the fount of desire, the place where X marks the treasure trove of Gloria’s golden glory.

This subtle stimulation is all the more erotic because I have not yet removed any more of your clothing, and it is having the desired effect upon you, teasing your libido and setting your nerve-ends tingling. Now I become firmer in my caresses, and I rub my hand hard upwards against the crotch of your slacks, pressing the seam against you and creating an involuntary cameltoe effect. You give a throaty sigh, and look down. Here you enjoy a splendid sight from directly above my head – my full breasts stick out conically, as I lean closer to you and rub my nipples along the thin fabric that covers your upper thighs. This has a powerful effect on both of us. Your voice has a shaky note for the first time, as you rasp with sudden urgency:

‘Get my cunt out, you slut! Get my pussy and eat me, you slutty bitch, EAT ME NOW!!’

Spurred on by your command, I change pace altogether and move into rapid action. I swiftly seize the zipper at the side of your trousers, and with a sharp downwards jerk I open its six-inch length. Then it is only the work of a second to undo the two buttons at the waist-band, and pull your slacks down to your ankles. I pause for just a second, transfixed by the proximity of my face to the crotch of your panties – which, as I might have expected, are both stylish and sensual. Your pussy is just barely covered by a black thong of gauze and delicate floral lace which matches your bra, and it has my favourite feature: shoestring sides that have to be tied together in a little bow. And that means … yes, I think … ahh, yes!

I loop my index fingers through the hoops of the neat little bow-ties and tug outwards, quickly and firmly. Of course, both ties come undone simultaneously, and the front of your panties flops down like a drawbridge under siege, exposing the gateway to the citadel of your cunt. With a half-grunt, you open your legs a little so that I can remove the whole garment, and – as it is obviously an expensive example of the lingerie designer’s art – I put it carefully on the toilet lid. I gaze admiringly at your lightly-tanned thighs, at the curving jut of your mound, at the prominent puffy projections of your labia, at the widening slit of your vagina, and I drink in the heady perfume emanating from your arousal.

You are, of course, impeccably clean-shaven, and the skin around your pussy has a healthy and even bronze sheen – not for you the ugly contrast of pale and pasty skin outlined by some cheap crude beachwear, like a plastic porno star. You exude class and elegance, from the perfect neatness of your coiffure, where there is still not a strand of hair out of place, and your tasteful clothes and lingerie, to your well-toned muscles and smooth flawless complexion. No one has ever more deserved their name, and I am thankful to kneel in awe before Gloria, and worship at the font of your vagina – if my devotions are sincere enough, perhaps you will accept me into my new faith, and baptise me with your love-juice?

I press my pursed lips against your parting pussy lips, and I probe the slash between them with the tip of my tongue, in little darting licks and dabs. Then I bring my teeth to bear upon your bare skin, running them up and down each of your protruding outer labia, giving little nipping nibbles as I do so. I know I am having an effect upon you, for your breathing becomes more audible and your hands tighten their grip upon my shoulders, your nails digging into me.

Now my tongue thrusts in further and deeper, retreating to lap in wide strokes up and down your pussy and then delving again into the vortex of your vaginal hole. I bring my fingers up to supplement my oral attentions, and with one hand I tease apart the top of your slit, seeking and squeezing the nub of your clitoris – my reward is a moan and a shiver that runs through your frame. My other hand seeks the other end of your gash, and with two fingers I stretch it apart, allowing me to squirrel my tongue even further into you.

I clamp onto your slippery vagina like a limpet, and I suck up your juices, pulling your pink inner flesh against my teeth and then abrading it with them, before thrusting my tongue inwards to penetrate you again. Now I can feel you starting to tremble, and your breath becomes louder and sharper, in erratic pants and gasps. Your hands release my shoulders, and from the corner of my eye, I see you grasp the cups of your bra and tug them downwards. Your shapely pert breasts spill out of the flimsy garment, and you seize your nipples, one in each hand, and maul them.

I redouble my efforts, corkscrewing my tongue into your hole, squeezing your swollen clit between my thumb and finger, and probing your gaping slit with my other hand. My every sense is engaged: I can feel your thighs quivering, I can smell the wafts of arousal from your pussy-glands, I can taste the flowing stream of your pussy-water, I can see the sheen of glistening sweat that beads your golden body, I can hear your rising gasps and broken words, and so I know that you are on the cusp of coming.

It is time for the coup de grace, which I know is ten times more effective if you have the patience to wait for the right moment, and like a Californian surfer take the monster breaker as it crests and ride it to crash upon the shore in a welter of foam and spray. You are … almost, almost … ready … YES!!

Without warning, I do three things at once which fuse into a sexual A-bomb. My fingers holding your clitoris squeeze it tightly, my teeth nip sharply at the soft inner flesh of your vaginal wall, and – the detonator to the blast – my other hand leaves your slit, and instead I jab my thumb upwards into your anal hole, entering you for its full length and then rotating around inside your anus.

Your head jerks backwards, slamming with a wincing bang against the partition wall behind you – but it is only thin chipboard, so it will not have hurt you. Your hands release your nipples, and instead you grab the back of my head and grind my face hard against your cunt, arching your hips wide apart and forcing me further and deeper into you. You give a loud inarticulate cry, your ass-cheeks clench and quiver, and you come in a climax of breath-taking, earth-shaking, dizzy-making intensity. As your iron grip on my head relaxes slightly in the aftermath, allowing me to get a gasp of breath, your vagina squirts a spray of your juices across my face, and I open my mouth wide to lap it up.

The high-priestess has indeed blessed and baptised me, and I am now admitted as a communicant in the worship of Glory. I am content indeed, for now I will eat of the flesh of your pussy and drink the golden wine of your cum-juice, whenever you open your temple doors.

You recover your breath, but still lean for support against the wooden wall. In the sudden silence, we hear from the cubicle behind you a series of rising harsh cries:

‘Oh, fuck, yes! Oh, yes, yes – aah, oh fuck me! Aaah, fuckme, fuckme! Aaaahhh, FUCKME, FUCKMENOW!!’

The wall vibrates against your back, as the older black woman that I saw earlier on the dance floor and the pretty baby-faced busty Latina come together, hot pussy mashing against pussy in fierce eager urgency. You look down at me and smile – oh, what a lovely smile you have! it is warm, and yet with still a tinge of vulpine desire! – and we both laugh. You put a finger under my chin and gently raise me to my feet, and then your arms wrap around me and pull me into a tight embrace, and I feel again the wonderful sensation of my erect tits pressing against your smaller firm globes. You kiss me, in slow languorous pleasure, both of us content in the security that comes after the first furious sexual lust has been satisfied, after the commitment has been made to share our bodies utterly, and in the knowledge that the night is young and there are many hours of lesbian passion still to be enjoyed. Then you whisper, a husky tone in your throat:

‘Well, babe, I think I can hold off for just about long enough to drive you back to my place – but, honey, get your strength back, because once we’re there, I’m gonna want you – again, and again, and again!’

Oh, Gloria, thank you, thank you – sweep me up in your chariot of fire, and take me to heaven, to your glorious heaven!

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Hey guys! Just as a word of warning: this is a lengthy story, but I think you’ll find it pretty hot. There will be more chapters to come in the future. I hope you enjoy, and please let me know what you think!

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Part 1
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Living in a cramped apartment wasn’t easy, and as a girl, sharing almost every aspect of my life was tremendously complicated. Since we lived in the downtown area of a large city, space was hard to come by; my mother, my sister, and I had to share two bedrooms, one bathroom, and a small living room that had a kitchen attached as an after-thought.

The bathroom was disgraceful, each of us our own sets of makeup, our own razors, our own shampoos, our own towels, etc. Everything always got mixed up, and my sister would often use my stuff, whether intentionally or not.

Worst of all, though, I had to share a crowded bedroom with my younger sister, Rebecca, or Becca for short. We usually got along well, but the notion of having very little privacy often infuriated me. In addition to having to wait for the bathroom’s vacancy, I couldn’t look at the computer without the fear of someone peering over my shoulder, and I couldn’t change clothes without waiting until someone left the room, and I couldn’t play with myself at night without the anxiety of my sister hearing the commotion.

Becca was a cute girl, and she was growing nicely into a woman’s body. She ran track for the school, so she had a healthy frame with a flat tummy, and her shaven legs had a modest muscle tone. Her hips were maturing into the ideal hourglass figure, and she boasted beautifully shaped breasts. Her light brown hair, which she usually wore in a ponytail, reached to her shoulders. She wore makeup lightly, and she had an earring in each ear. Her face was flawless, and her skin was smooth. When she smiled, she showed off her adorable dimples and her pearly teeth. Overall, Becca was becoming quite a head-turner.

I, too, took pride in myself. My body was similar to Becca’s, except that my hair was a darker shade of brown, and my breasts were slightly bigger. But even in an all-girl family, and even though we were all very attractive, we were very asexual; apart from when we first got our periods, Mom never talked about sex in any capacity. Mom never discussed boys, condoms, masturbation, etc. Also, Becca and I never discussed anything either, and even when we changed clothes, we did it in privacy because we never felt comfortable seeing each other naked. Indeed, life was tough in the small apartment, but I managed to survive. One day, however, our sisterly relationship began to change.

Becca and I had come into the apartment after having visited the community pool. We wore bikinis, and there were several cute boys around outside that made me horny. It didn’t take a lot to arouse me, and I felt the need to touch myself daily. I just assumed my horniness was a normal part of being a girl.

“Hey, Becca,” I said.

“Yeah,” she replied in her soft, cute voice as she dried her hair.

I joked, “I think that boy was staring at you.”

She blushed. “What?”

“Yeah, you know,” I continued.

“How do you know he wasn’t staring at you,” she retorted with a cheeky grin.

I smiled. As much as I was interested in the cute boys, Becca, too, was fabulous. She wore a bikini, which was enough to shroud her private areas but also showcased her figure fairly well. In fact, her top even revealed some of her sideboob, which I had caught myself gazing at. Becca’s body often fascinated me. Even though I was more mature than her, she was a stunning girl, and I often scolded myself for thinking such thoughts about my sister.

“I’m going to take a shower,” I said.

“Okay,” Becca replied. “I’ll change in the bedroom.”

I nodded and walked into the bathroom.

In the bathroom, I stripped naked and turned on the water. I loved taking showers; it was the only time I had to enjoy my privacy. My favorite thing to do was sit on the floor of the tub with the showerhead against my pussy. Often, I could cum in fewer than three minutes, so I assumed that nobody would suspect what I was doing. On this particular day, I had every intention of doing the same thing. But as I tried to step under the water, it was bone-chilling cold. I waited a few more minutes, but the water was unbearably frigid. I tried to walk under it, but my body couldn’t handle the chill.

I turned the water off and put my clothes back on. Becca was sitting on the couch in the living room.

“Becca,” I said.

“Yeah?” she replied.

I said, “The water isn’t working.”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“It won’t get hot,” I replied.

“Tell Mom,” Becca answered. “She just got here.”

Mom, after hearing Becca say her name, poked her head out of her bedroom. “What’s wrong?” she asked.

“The water won’t get hot,” I said. She rolled her eyes and went to check for herself. Likewise, she came out after a few minutes and said, “You’re right.” After a five-minute conversation with the landlord, it became evident that I wasn’t going to be able to take a shower that day, and that I was going to have to wait until tomorrow to satisfy my teenaged hormones. I thought about fingering myself on the toilet, but that would’ve been too noisy, and it always took more time to use my fingers than it did with the showerhead.

Perhaps my sex drive was higher than most girls, or maybe not. I was in the mood to play with myself, but since I was unable to, I was horny for the rest of the day. But Becca was doing homework in the bedroom for most of the night, and then she just sat on her computer. Mom always occupied the TV in the living room. There was no place for my privacy.

Becca even made it worse; she wore a low-cut tank top without a bra, advertising a bit of her cleavage. I tried to ignore things like that, especially since it was my sister, but sometimes I had trouble. In order to relieve myself, I decided that I was going to wait until Becca had fallen asleep, then I was going to play with my pussy right next to her. It was risky, but it was the only way I knew how to alleviate my sexual tension without drawing suspicion to myself by sitting noisily on the toilet.

Around 11:00 p.m., Becca was still on her computer when I walked into the bedroom. I asked, “Are you ready for bed?”

Becca nodded. She put her computer down and started removing her items from the top of the covers, and then she took off her jeans; she always wore a pair of panties to sleep in. This night, in particular, she wore a light green pair.

“Are you tired?” I asked hoping she’d say ‘yes.’

“I guess so,” she replied.

We shared a bed, which took up most of the room. On either side of the bed there was only about a foot of space, and at the front of the bedroom, there was a desk and two dressers. There wasn’t room for enough space for two beds, but we didn’t mind sharing since the bed was large, and neither of us tossed and turned too much during the night.

Becca climbed into bed and pulled the covers up to her chin and cuddled herself. “Good night,” I said.

Becca whispered, “Good night.”

I climbed in bed beside Becca, but there was still a considerable amount of space between us. Since I had lain on my left side, I was facing her direction to watch for her to fall asleep. The room was dimly lit by the streetlight outside, enough so that I could see everything in the room with a minimal level of detail. I wanted to play with myself, but I had to wait for Becca to fall asleep. Normally, I was a heavy sleeper who dozed off fairly quickly. I tried to sleep, but I couldn’t control my horniness; thinking about it all day had only made it worse.

Becca, though, wasn’t falling asleep. She lay on her back twirling her fingers in the air, biting her nails occasionally. I began getting frustrated. I lay still, though, fearing that I would only keep her awake if I moved. Eventually, she stopped playing with her hands and slipped them under the covers.

After having lain in bed for nearly thirty minutes, and just as I thought she was close to falling asleep, Becca softly cleared her throat and took a deep breath. She shifted a little so that her body was in a new position; she lay on her back, but she bent her knees. Through the dim light of the bedroom, I could see the figure of her body. Of course, her face and neck were uncovered, but the rest of her body lay beneath the blankets. Under the covers, I saw the hill that her breasts made followed by the valley created by her stomach, which was overshadowed by the mountain her knees had produced. Perhaps she was uncomfortable or unable to sleep.

For a few moments, Becca didn’t do much of anything other than lie still. My eyes were open, squinted rather than fully open. She kept glancing at me, but I suspected that she couldn’t tell that my eyes weren’t closed. Suddenly, I noticed something small wiggling in the valley of her blanket, just above where her pussy would be.

Slowly, the blanket moved up and down over her waist as if she were slowly rubbing her pussy. She was very calm, though, and the rubbing moved without haste. I couldn’t tell if she was fingering herself or if she was simply twirling her thumbs as she had been doing earlier. Nonetheless, I became intrigued, and my heart started to pump furiously at the slight implication that my little sister might have been playing with herself.

A few more moments passed, and I observed every motion she made. Her face was still, and she breathed regularly, but the slow motion under her blanket was steady. Momentarily, she stopped. She looked around the room, even glancing at me for a few seconds, presumably to see if my eyes were opened or closed. I guess she couldn’t see my peeking, and the movement beneath her blanket continued, but it had become more vivid.

But still, the movement was slow, and Becca was otherwise motionless. My heart continued to race as if it expected me to run a marathon. I tried to control my breathing to pretend that I was asleep, but my pounding heart made it difficult to relax. Evidently, though, Becca didn’t notice my silent panic, because the movement under the blanket continued.

Abruptly, the movement quickened, and now it was accompanied by a sound. The sound was likely from her hand either rubbing against her panties or the blanket. It was now clear to me that she was rubbing her pussy, and my heart started beating harder than before; the thumping was so hard that I could feel it in my head. I couldn’t believe that watching my sister pleasure herself. The mound her hand created under the blanket was moving faster, and Becca was no longer perfectly still as it must’ve started to feel good.

In the shadows, I saw her lips tighten as she became more focused. Her chest began to move the blanket up and down faster as her breathing accelerated. Her knees started to sway back and forth ever so slightly. All the while, her hand movement over her pussy became louder and noisier. Already, I had became hornier than I had ever been in my life; I felt an intense tingling sensation in my pussy, and I felt it growing wetter and wetter.

While the movement under Becca’s blanket remained consistent, and the fapping noise against the fabric remained unchanged, the slight sound of wetness filled the air. It was soft, but I could hear her fingers sliding up and down her pussy aided by its juices. It sounded like her hand was moving with greater ease as the juices made her pussy slipperier.

Becca’s mouth started to change shapes; she varied between having it open and having it closed, and sometimes she clinched her teeth. Her rubbing became even quicker, and the fapping noises amplified. Her breathing became obviously strained, and it was clear that she was about to cum. She started making cute noises, but she obviously tried to hold back the volume. Occasionally, she uttered a hollow ‘ugh’ sound, or sometimes a breathy sigh. The harder and faster she rubbed herself, the wetter I heard her pussy become, and the wetter I felt mine grow.

I couldn’t believe what I was witnessing, and my heart couldn’t take any more excitement. I felt like I was about to have a stroke from the immense amount of pressure the thrill created. But I lay as still as possible, and I tried my best to fake my sleep. In many senses, I was terrified to move; just one squirm or maneuver could cause Becca to stop altogether. And at this point, Becca was close to cumming, so close that she started squirming.

Faster and faster her hand moved, and louder her fapping became. Her heavy breathing and breathy moans contributed to the noises of her pleasure. Her hips started to shift in the bed, and her chest rose and fell quickly now as she was close to cumming. Her knees started to wiggle back and forth under the blanket, and her mouth continued to vary between open and closed.

Finally, Becca placed her left hand behind her head and clenched the pillow. She took one last gasp of air and then started shaking beneath the covers. She was cumming. As the pleasure resounded throughout her body, her head ducked forward, then back. With every wave of pleasure that shot across her body, she ducked her head forward again, then back. Her face continued to twitch, and her knees shook back and forth. Her hand stopped moving, but perhaps the pleasure was too much for her to handle. She sounded like she wanted to moan, but the only sound that came out was a voiceless gag. Her body finished convulsing, and she lay still.

For a few moments, she lay with her knees in the air, panting, trying to catch her breath. Once she was relaxed, she was ready to sleep. She pulled her hand from under the covers, and I heard her panties’ elastic band pop against her skin. She put her fingers to her nose and smelled them. To conclude the day, she rolled onto her side, facing away from me, and fell asleep.

I was in awe, and mixed emotions were bouncing around my brain. My heartbeat was so incredibly intense that I had trouble breathing. How could I have been so infatuated with my sister? Why did she make me so wet? Does she do this every night? These were the questions I pondered as Becca drifted to sleep.

She must’ve cum so hard that her body was exhausted. Becca fell asleep almost immediately after she rolled over. At last, I could relieve myself. I rolled onto my back, and then looked toward Becca again just to make sure that I had not disturbed her. I slipped my hand under my pajama bottoms; my pussy was wetter than I had ever felt it before.

Slowly, I started rubbing circles around my pussy, spreading my juices all around. Briefly, I took my fingers out and played with the goo on my fingers. It was warm, sticky, and slimy. I smelled it just like my sister did with hers. My hand sneaked under my bottoms again, and I started to finger myself. It felt good, and the already-present tingling feeling immediately grew stronger.

My slow rubbing only lasted for a few seconds. I couldn’t hold myself back any longer, so I started rubbing my pussy with a serious amount of furry. My lady fapping was loud, but Becca was asleep. Even if she could hear me, the thought of her listening to me excited me even more. I rubbed myself so hard and so fast I felt like I was going to cum in less than a minute.

Then I started to use my fingers like a cock; I took two fingers and plunged them inside of myself. I wiggled them around, and then started pumping them in and out. My pussy was so wet that it sounded like my fingers were wiggling around in a jar of jam. I was loud, but I didn’t care, and I kept going.

The pleasure was so great that I could not have stopped even if I wanted to. My body was taken captive by this gratifying feeling. I felt myself about to cum, and before the orgasm even hit, I knew it was going to be better than any other I had in my life. The pleasure spread throughout my body until every part of me was tingling with satisfaction. Suddenly, I started to cum, and my body shook so violently that I would have woken Becca if she weren’t a heavy sleeper. I shoved a pillow in my mouth to keep myself from screaming, and my legs wriggled all around the base of the bed. I started squirting in my pajama bottoms, and I was unable to breathe because the pleasure was so intense.

I pulled my fingers out of my pussy and continued to allow the torrent of satisfaction to swell throughout me. Eventually, such pleasure retreated, and I was left with my hollow body, dizzy and breathless from my cumming. I lay still, but I could see my breasts rising and falling quickly with every inhale and exhale. Gradually, though, as I relaxed, my breath returned to normal, and I lay destroyed like an island paradise after a hurricane.

I felt my pajama pants, and they were soaked. I had never squirted before, and I was somewhat proud of myself. I felt my pussy, and the juices had leaked all the way down so that it was dripping toward my ass. Initially, the juices made my crotch feel warm, but as time passed, it became cool. I didn’t care, though; it was a fantastic feeling. I looked toward Becca, as still as a rock, and she hadn’t moved. I rolled over and fell asleep.

The next morning, I heard a banging at the door. “Time to get up!” Mom shouted. “Caitlin, Becca! Get up!”

“Okay,” I replied as I sat up. Mom peeked her head in the door. “Why’d I have to say it five times?” she asked.

I shrugged my shoulder. I was in such a deep sleep that my body didn’t want to wake up. Mom left the room, and I looked at my pants, which were dry by that point. I looked at Becca who was still asleep. I stared for a few minutes, but then I decided to wake her.

“Becca,” I whispered. She didn’t hear me. “Becca,” I said in a louder voice while tapping her on the shoulder.

“Huh?” she mumbled as she lifted up her head. She looked dazed and confused like she had slept very well.

“Time to get up,” I said.

She replied, “Okay,” but put her head back on the pillow.

“Becca,” I said again while giggling, “get up.”

Finally, she lifted herself up and sat crisscrossed next to me. Her eyes were heavy, and her speech was slow. The blankets rested around her waist.

“Did you sleep good,” I asked.

She nodded while she rubbed her eyes and yawned. Mom opened the door and came into the room again. “Mrs. Ford next door said you can take a quick shower over there.”

“Okay,” I said.

I asked Becca, “Do you want to go first, or me?”

“I’ll go,” she said. She climbed out of bed, and I caught a decent glimpse of her crotch as she spread her legs to stand up. I had seen her in her panties before, but this time was different. Even as she was collecting her clothes, I couldn’t stop staring at her. Her body was beautiful, and her legs were fantastic. But her crotch was hidden by a delicate piece of clothing.

When Becca left the room, I stayed seated on the bed. My mind replayed what had happened during the night, and I already felt myself growing wet again. I tried to suppress the thoughts, but I couldn’t help it. Never had I considered my sister as a sexual being. I had always subconsciously wondered if she ever played with herself, and what she truly looked like without any clothes, but I didn’t really care since that was her business. But now that I had watched her cum, I couldn’t keep my mind off of her.

When my time came to take a shower, I gathered my things and went across the hall to Mrs. Ford’s apartment. When I had dressed and returned to our apartment, Becca was gone.

“Where’s Becca?” I asked Mom.

“Carly came over, and they started walking early,” Mom replied.

“Okay,” I said as I headed into the bedroom.

Mom stopped me, “Hey, there’s a plumber fixing the shower today. He should be here when you’re at school.”

“Cool,” I said. I closed the bedroom door behind me. Immediately, I noticed Becca’s clothes on the floor in a pile. Out of curiosity, I picked up her panties. They had a stain in front of where her pussy was. I gave them a sniff, and they smelled just like my pussy goo had smelled the night before. Realizing what I was doing, I quickly tossed them aside and felt guilty again.

During school, all I could think about was Becca playing with herself the night before. As a result, I was horny all day long, and I couldn’t wait to get home and find enough privacy to relieve myself. After school, my basketball practice had been cancelled because the coach was ill. The cancellation assuaged my fear of having to go a couple of more hours being ridiculously horny.

I felt the need to scolded myself for thinking of Becca in a sexual way. It didn’t seem right or natural, but I couldn’t help it. During the entire walk home, I continued to think about what Becca had done last night and the amazing, squirting orgasm that it had caused me to have. When I got home, I was alone. Becca was running for the track team, and Mom must’ve been at the store or something. I put my book bag down and immediately went into the bathroom. I turned the shower water on, and then I peed. While the water warmed, I looked at my panties, which had a wet spot on the front about the size of a golf ball. I was unbelievably horny, and to my delight, the water heater had been fixed, and the shower was steaming.

I stepped under the hot water and detached the showerhead straightaway. I sat in the middle of the tub as far back as the hose would reach. I spread my legs as far as I could, and I placed the spout against my pussy. Right away, I didn’t feel much. I moved the showerhead farther away from my pussy, then closer until I found the perfect position. Then it felt heavenly. I leaned back so that my body rested on my left arm while my right arm held the showerhead. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine the boys from the pool that I usually thought about. I couldn’t though; my mind kept returning to Becca. I tried to picture a cute boy jerking his hard cock, maybe cumming on himself, but all I could think about was what Becca would look like if she were fingering herself totally naked.

After a battle of imagination in my mind, Becca won, and she was all I focused on. As the pleasure grew, I cared less about my self-established morality about how I was lusting after my younger sister and more on the soon-to-explode orgasm. With the showerhead, it never took me long to cum. The tingling feeling spread from my pelvic region to the rest of my body until my muscles tightened. It had been less than a minute before I started to cum. As I came, I tried my best to be quiet, but I breathed loudly. My toes curled, and my left hand balled into a fist. The orgasm was sweet and gentle, but certainly not as ravaging as the night before.

I threw the showerhead to the side and rested my head on my knees. After a few moments, though, I realized I wasn’t done. It was rare that I ever attempted to have multiple orgasms, but I thought I’d go for it. I leaned back again as I did earlier, and returned the showerhead to my pussy. Immediately, the pleasure came back, and I thought about Becca. I imagined Becca watching while fingering herself. Again, the tingling gratification ravaged around my body. Before long, I started to cum for the second time. I gasped, and my knees closed and squeezed against each other, trapping the showerhead and my hand between. My body briefly shook, but then I had to back up and toss aside the spout because the pleasure was too intense.

The second orgasm was better than the first, but I wanted more; I wanted to cum like I had last night. For the third time, I placed the showerhead against my pussy, and in fewer than 20 seconds, I started to cum. This time, which perhaps occurred with record quickness, was so strong that I had to cover my mouth with my left hand, and my entire body twitched as waves of pleasure coursed through my veins. I turned the water away as the pleasure was too much to bear, but once my pussy had recovered from the water’s attack, I tried again; I wanted so badly to repeat the potentially untwinable orgasm I had the night before.

I tried for a fourth orgasm, and my pussy was so raw and sensitive I could hardly take it. I breathed hard and deep, and before I even started cumming, my body bounced up and down like never before. I leaned my head backward so that I faced the ceiling, although my eyes were closed. I opened my mouth as wide as possible, and I let out a moan of considerable volume as I started to cum for the fourth time. My body shook with such violence that I almost fell backward. Again, the orgasm was too much for my pussy to handle, and I threw the showerhead aside.

I quickly turned the water off, but I remained seated for a few moments, catching my breathing, thinking about what I had done. Not only was I ashamed at myself for thinking of my little sister the entire time, but also I was nervous that I had moaned so loud that, if someone had come home without my knowing it, they surely would have heard my pleasure. I stood up, dried myself off, wrapped myself in the towel, and peeked out the bathroom. Without actually exiting, I shouted, “Mom!” After no answer, I said, “Becca!” Still, there was no response, so I knew I was home alone.

In the bedroom, still naked, I sat on the edge of our bed. I was disgusted with myself, and while it had only been a day, I became increasingly worried about my thoughts. I thought playing with myself would’ve cleared my mind, but it only made things worse. Even though I came four times, which was my all-time record, I still couldn’t shake my lustful thoughts.

Later that night as Becca and I prepared for bed, I became horny all over again, simply by thinking about what Becca might do once she thinks I’m asleep. She sat against the backboard of the bed staring at her phone. Her legs were spread, and the shape of her pussy was perfectly pronounced by her underwear. I tried to look away, but I saw my sister differently than I had until last night; before, she was my little sister. Now, however, she was a beautiful girl, soon-to-be woman, who enjoyed exploring her body when she thought she was alone.

To calm my mind, I tried to start a conversation: “So, what did you do today?”

“Nothing, except school and practice,” she replied in her soft voice without lifting her head from her phone.

“Oh,” I said.

“What are you doing tomorrow?” I asked.

Becca glanced at me and shrugged her shoulders, then went back to her phone. Evidently, she wasn’t interested in having a conversation with me. After a few moments passed, I said, “I’m going to bed now.”

Becca replied, “Okay.”

I crawled under the covers, and Becca followed not too much later; she turned off the light and lay beside me. Very quickly, all of the negative thoughts I had throughout the day vanished. My disgust and anguish that tormented me for lusting after my sister had disappeared. I was suddenly ready to have a repeat of the night before.

I lay on my side, perched to watch Becca pleasure herself for the second night in a row. I didn’t know if she would, but I didn’t want to miss anything. After having lain motionless for thirty minutes, Becca lifted her knees just as she had the last night, and before long, there spawned a gentle movement above her pussy. My already-fast-pounding heart pounded harder, and my unbearable anticipation was relieved. Just like the last night, Becca lay still, but as the movement under the blanket accelerated, her mouth started to move, and her chest began rising and falling more quickly.

As Becca continued to finger herself, I felt myself growing extremely wet. The movement under Becca’s blanket quickened so that the fapping noises filled the air. Finally, she came harder than the night before: her hips sunk into the mattress and her breasts elevated into the air. Her knees flattened, and her feet swirled in circles. She breathed heavily, and she tried her hardest to keep from moaning. After she stopped cumming, she smelled her fingers and then rolled onto her side.

Of course, just as the night before, I was hornier than imaginable. Once Becca was asleep, I fingered myself so furiously that squishing sounds filled the room and probably could’ve been heard outside of the bedroom. When I started to cum, my legs shook, and I squirted for the second night in a row. Exhausted and relieved, I rolled over and fell asleep.

The next morning, Saturday, I woke up naturally. Lying on her stomach, Becca was still asleep. But I had pulled the blanket during my sleep, and Becca’s ass was exposed to the room. Her panties did little to cover her smooth, rounded butt, and I couldn’t keep from staring. Suddenly, though, I remembered that Becca was my sister, and I began scolding myself for my lustful thoughts.

For the remainder of the day, I felt remorse and guilt. I knew that Becca was cute, attractive, and in many cases, irresistible, but she was my sister. I couldn’t rationalize being turned on by her body. Such were my emotions for next eight days; every night was a repeat of the night before, beginning with my waiting for Becca to pleasure herself, and ending with my fingering myself and squirting in my pajamas. The practice of listening to her masturbating had quickly become a routine.

And I quickly adopted two faces: during the day, I was shameful of my lustful thoughts, and I had considered talking to a counselor or something about it. During the night, however, my guilt in its entirety disappeared, and I became a sexual being who craved watching Becca rub her pussy. I was stuck between two worlds of emotions, and I wasn’t sure how to handle them. I was becoming terrified of myself, fearing that I was going to become a creep or a monster, and I considered that if Becca ever found out what I was doing, she would never speak to me again.

On the ninth day after I had first watched Becca play with herself, I promised myself that I was going to go to bed before Becca, and if I couldn’t fall asleep, I was going to toss and turn so much so that she would know that I wasn’t asleep. It came time for bed, though, and my ugly nighttime persona reared its ugly head. As we lay under the covers, I made the on-the-spot decision to take my sexual gratification one step further: I wanted to reverse the roles and let her watch me.

I was terrified, and again, my heart thumped so hard and fast that I could hardly think. I tossed and turned to make it look like I was having trouble sleeping. All the while, Becca lay still waiting for me to drift to sleep so that she could touch herself. About twenty minutes after we went to bed, which was before Becca would have normally started rubbing herself, I slid my pajama bottoms to my ankles and off of my legs. Not only was I going to finger myself for Becca to see and hear, I was going to be entirely bottomless.

I faced the dark ceiling. This night, though, was a full moon, so the room was more illuminated than it had been the past week. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that Becca was also looking straight at the ceiling. I spread my legs apart but didn’t prop my knees up as Becca had done. Instead, I lay them flat so she could definitely see my hand moving under the blanket. My pussy was already soaking wet, and I was more nervous than I had ever been in my life. I didn’t know if she was watching me yet, but I started to slowly rub myself.

I took one finger and slid it up and down the slit of my pussy. The wetness allowed my finger to move with ease, and I was so horny that even one finger made a soppy-wet noise. It felt amazing, by my nervousness made it impossible to focus on the pleasure. I thought that it wasn’t too late to give up and go to sleep. For a moment, I almost quit. I even started to lean downward to put my bottoms back on. I continued, though, and I wanted Becca to see and hear everything, but without her knowing that I was doing it on purpose.

Next, I took four fingers and rubbed them up and down against my pussy. Before long, my fingers were soaked, and the wet noises grew louder than before. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the figure of Becca’s head turn toward me. I almost panicked; I knew for sure that she was watching, and now I just had to perform my act.

I rubbed myself faster; my fapping became louder as the pleasure intensified. Though I had never been watched before, the more the satisfaction grew, the less nervous I became. I started rocking my hips ever so slightly, and my breathing became noticeably louder. I even started playing with my breasts with my left hand, sliding my cold hand under my loose t-shirt and fondling my hard nipples.

I stopped rubbing myself for a moment to rest my hand. I could still see that Becca had not moved, that she was still staring in my direction. I inserted two fingers inside of my pussy and started to slowly slide them in and out. The friction felt fantastic, and my soppiness became even louder. My heart was ready to jump out of my chest. As the pleasure grew and spread to other parts of my body, I rocked my hips more than before, and I increased the speed of my finger fucking.

I bit my bottom lip, and I closed my eyes. I could feel that I was getting ready to cum. With my left hand, I clinched the pillow beneath my head. As my hips continued to rock faintly, my legs started to wiggle back and forth, pulling the blanket a little. I was now fingering myself so fast and hard that the noise was unbelievably loud, and Becca was hearing every bit of it. Finally, I started to cum. The tingling sensation erupted through my body, and I convulsed. I breathed heavily and loudly, and my legs bounced all over the place. As I had the nights before, I felt myself squirting all over the place, but this time, I wasn’t wearing pajamas. The warm liquid that shot from my horny pussy spattered onto my legs, the blanket, and the bed sheets. But quickly, the pleasure rushed out of my body and left me fatigued. I lay without motion aside from my fast breathing. Then I took my hand, covered in cum, and wiped it on the bed sheets to the left of my head. I rolled toward Becca and pretended to sleep.

Becca was frozen for several minutes, and I don’t think she believed what she saw and heard. But once my breathing returned to a normal pace and volume, and once I ceased to move, I suppose she thought I had fallen asleep. She slowly moved her body and looked me in the eye. I squinted though, and the room was too dark for her to tell that I could still see. Then she leaned toward me and touched the sheet where I had wiped my fingers.

She rubbed her hand across the sheet, and she must’ve been curious with my girly goo. She smelled it, and she even played with it for a few moments. Before long, though, I could hear her slide her panties to her ankles. She spread her legs, not so that her knees were in the air, but so that the bottoms of her feet were pressed against each other.

She started fingering her already-wet pussy; she sounded wetter than any of the nights before. After about 20 seconds of her fingering, she started panting like a dog, and she started squirming beneath the pleasure. As she continued to play with herself, her legs moved from side to side, and her mouth was wide open the entire time. To my surprise, she started to cum in less than one minute after she started. I must’ve really set her off. She shook like she was having a seizure, and while she was talented enough to keep from moaning, she exhaled like she had something stuck in her throat. She fingered herself so hard that her legs raised her body into the air, and the blanket slipped and fell to the bed. I could see her hand pleasuring her pussy, but only the shadowy outline. As her pleasure subsided, her legs gave out, and her body fell back to the bed. Her hand stopped moving, but she continued to squirm for several seconds. A few moments later, she quit moving, and at last, she lay stationary and relaxed.

Like me, she smelled her fingers and wiped them on the blanket. Then she stretched, pulled up her panties, covered herself up again, and went to sleep shortly thereafter. I, too, fell asleep.

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Jessie and Amy are confronted about the weekend before as part of the seduction trap Jessie and her mom planned out.

Jack and Jessie Conclusion

I want to start by apologizing for the time it took me to get around to writing the conclusion. I had returned from a tour overseas, and family and career have been my primary focus. Those who have waited patiently for me to finish this story, I hope it is worth the wait. Enjoy.

Morg

Just to recap my last week: While my mom was out of town to handle a family emergency, got stuck with dog sitting our neighbors’ Great Dane Jack. While home alone, I was watching porn, and Jack started licking my pussy, and I ended up giving him my cherry that night. While I was fucking the dog, my best friend, Amy walked in on us. We ended up fucking, and she ended up fucking Jack as well. When Jack’s owner Leanne returned home, I helped her take him home. Once there, she seduced me, and she and I fucked each other and Jack. Little did I know, she had told my mom to come over, baiting her into an erotic trap. My mom arrived as I was sucking Jack’s doggy cock while Lee was eating my pussy. I went home and my mom and I had a heart to heart where she called me out, but not in a bad way. We ended up making love that night, and set our own little trap to get us, Amy, Leanne, and Jack together for a big “get together”.

For the next week, I went to school and hung out with Amy like nothing had happened. There were a few times after gym class where I would catch her watching me while I changed, but nothing out of the ordinary. Then Friday after school, I put the plan into action.

We were walking home from school when my cell buzzed. “Hold on, Amy. Text from my mom.”

“Maybe she’s going to be gone for the weekend again,” she said and winked.

“Shit…” I said, trying my best to sound shocked.

“What?” Amy asked.

I just looked at her and handed her my phone.

Mom: I know about you and Amy. And Jack. Get your asses over here. NOW!

The color ran out of Amy’s face, and I knew that our plan just might work…

It was so hard to hide my excitement as we trudged home from school. Amy walked in stunned silence, as if she was thinking about how we wouldn’t be allowed to hang out anymore, what if my mom tells her parents, or whatever else bad that could happen. As we walked up the stairs to my front porch, she finally let it all out.

“How did she find out? What if she tells us we can’t be friends, or just bans me from ever coming over again?”

“Shh. We will just see what she thinks she knows. And maybe she is way off, and doesn’t know anything about the sex,” I suggested, hoping to alleviate her fears.

“Maybe…”

As we entered the house, my mom called us into the kitchen, using her pissed off voice. We looked at each other and swallowed nervously as we walked into the lion’s den.

“Sit!” Mom commanded as we walked into the kitchen. In the kitchen, we were greeted by the stern faces of my mom and Leanne. We promptly sat down at the kitchen table, not saying a word.

“So girls, how long have you been fucking?” Mom asked, sounding genuinely angry.

“Um… Uh..” I stammered, pretending to be speechless.

“Last week was the first time, ma’am,” Amy answered with her head hung. “How did you know?”

“I don’t know, maybe the pussy juice stains all over the house. I leave for a weekend, and you two girls turned my house into a regular love shack. There wasn’t a room in the house that didn’t reek of pussy when I got home.”

“And when I picked up Jack, all he would do is follow me around the house and stick his nose in my crotch. And after I took a shower Sunday night, he actually tried licking my pussy! I got on the internet, and looked up what would cause him to do that, and all the answers I found pointed to two girls teaching him to fuck a human!” Leanne scolded.

My mom walked o we and leaned on the table, getting right in our faces. “And you know what? I am half tempted to tell your parents, Amy. Tell them their dotter is a dyke who loves dog cock.”

Tears were welling up in Amy’s eyes at that threat. “Please, no! My parents would kill me!” she shouted.

“Well, I can think of something that could make me forget this whole event never happened,” my mom said.

“Anything! Please, I will do anything to keep them from finding out!”

“Anything?”

“Yes!”

“Well then, you are going to demonstrate how you damaged Jack, while eating my pussy. I would think that a dog loving lezzy wouldn’t have any problems with that. And Jessie, you are going to eat out Lee, to make up for what you did to her dog.”

Amy was stunned! She was being blackmailed into what she just did last week!

My mom leaned over between us and whispered, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted that dog to fuck me. Get him good and horny so I can enjoy him, too.”

My mom walked around the table, and forcefully started kissing Amy, and placed he hand right in Amy’s crotch.

“Wow, Amy. Your pussy is starting to leak all the way through. I think you want this more than you let on.”

Amy started grinding her mound against my mom’s hand, “Yes. I want to taste your cunt while Jack plows me again,” Amy all but moaned. The fear that was in her eyes had transformed to a look of hunger.

I stood up and walked across the Kitchen to Leanne and started kissing her, and unbuttoning her shirt. I was too horny now to even pretend that I was being coerced. Her pussy tasted so good, and I was ready for a second helping of it! Soon, I had her massive mammaries out, kneading them, sucking on her nipples, working Lee into a frenzy. While I was ranging her tits, I was undoing her pants and pushing them down her delectable thighs. After I pushed them down, she stepped out of her jeans, spreading her legs so I could get my face to her wonderful cunt.

When I licked he clit, she went rigid as that first jolt of sexual electricity went through her body.
“Mmm, lick my pussy. Make me cum all over that pretty face,” she moaned. I was slowly licking her outer lips, then flicking her swollen bud with my tongue, then sucking on it. Then I slipped two fingers into her creamy snatch and started fingering her for all I was worth.

“Oh… That’s right, Jessie, just like that. God, your fingers… Feel so good… Gonna cum soon… Fuck… Harder… Harder… Oh god… FUCK!” When she came, her pussy clamped down on my fingers so hard that I couldn’t pull them out, and my tongue was rewarded with a river of girl cum, as she flooded me with her juices.

Behind us at the table, Mom and Amy were taking it slow. They were both topless at this point, but weren’t as frenzied as I had been with Leanne. It was mesmerizing, watching my best friend licking and sucking on my mom’s tits, while she in turn, fondled an kneaded my friend’s tits.

“I think we need to go to the bedroom,” my mom suggested. She intertwined her fingers with Amy’s and led the four of us to the master bedroom. And wouldn’t you know, Jack was already there, stretched out across the mattress. Once in the room, Mom began her assault on Amy’s lithe body in earnest. She pushed her down on the bed, and began ravishing my friend’s tits, roughly squeezing them, biting and sucking at her nipples, causing Amy to moan with exquisite pleasure.

Mom kissed her way down Amy’s body, removing we her shorts and panties as she went. Once she was presented with Amy’s sweet honey pot, she took a deep breath, inhaling the sweet, musky aroma of my friend’s sex.

“Lee, why don’t you come get Amy here good and ready for Jack’s cock.”

“Mm, with pleasure Tiff.”

Sitting in a chair in the corner, I was rubbing my pussy as I watched Lee kneel down and push Amy’s knees as far apart as they would go, and slowly lick from her little puckers anus, all the way to her clit. Amy was already squirming on the bed, being so turned on. She tried to snake a hand down to rub her clit, but my mom grabbed her wrist and held it above Amy’s head. “Just lay back, sweetie. Let Lee take care of you. I promise, she knows what she is doing,” my mom reassured her, before sucking one of Amy’s little tits back in her mouth. Lee was proving to be quite the master of pussy licking. As she sucked on Amy’s clit, she slid two fingers in her gooey box. Amy was all moans at this point, thrusting her pussy on to Lee’s fingers. Then I saw Lee move her head down, and she started tonging Amy’s little pucker. After a minute of licking Amy’s ass, Lee inserted her finger in Amy’s ass.

“Oh, fuck… My ass… Never… Don’t stop… Fuck me harder… Lee, put another finger there… Fuck!” Amy moaned.

Happy to oblige the writhing girl, Lee added another finger to the one already there.

“God… So full… Feels so good…. Fuck my ass, Lee…. Oh! Gonna cum… Gonna… CUMMING!!!!!” Amy screamed and we all watched as he body went completely stiff, and a stream of pussy juice hit Lee in the face.

“I think she’s ready,” Lee said with a smile while helping Amy onto her hands and knees. Jack, seeing his bitch getting into position, took notice and stood up. He walked be hind her and took a quick lick of her ass and pussy, then stepped behind her. While Jack was getting in position, my mom peeled off her pants and revealed her womanly charms to Amy.

“I hope you’re ready, cause I have been ever since I caught Lee and Jessie fucking that beautiful dog cock,” Mom told Amy.

“Wait, didn’t you say you found pussy stains?” Amy panted.

“Oh, I did. After Jessie told me about the fuck fest you two had last weekend. We just figured you would deny it if I asked. Now get ready, cause I need my cunt licked by a doggy bitch.”

Amy turned to me with a smile and said, “I should have known.” She looked at my mom and said, “You really could have just told us to come over and been naked. I would have dove right in.” She then placed her lips to Mom’s cunt and started eating her.

With her head lowered, she was in the perfect submissive position for Jack, and he jumped on her back. As soon as he was in place, he was humping away, as his slowly protruding cock bounced off her ass cheeks. Amy rolled her hips down slightly, and the tip of Jack’s cock found the center of her slicked up asshole. Before Amy could react, he shoved is dick into her now deflowered ass.

“Fuck!!!” Amy screamed at the sudden anal penetration. “He’s in my ass! God it’s so thick! Don’t let him stop!”

Jack started fucking her ass like a jackhammer, pistoning deeper and deeper into her rectum. Amy was all moans as she licked and sucked at Mom’s cunt. She then stuck two fingers deep in Mom’s pussy and started thrusting into her in time with Jack’s thrusts into her own ass. Meanwhile, Leanne came over to my chair and buried her face in my twat, licking and sucking up my secretions. This was so hot! Seeing my friend’s ass get drilled by the large dog while she ate my mom’s cunt, and my neighbor eating my dripping hole, was too much, and I came without warning on Lee’s face, as wave after wave of pleasure wracked my body.

Soon, Jack’s knot was at the entrance to Amy’s stretched hole. She was moaning like a woman possessed as his know battered he back door, and with a mighty thrust, he shoved his baseball size knot past her tight entrance.

“Shit! He knotted… My asshole… Hurts… But feels… Amazing…” Amy moaned. “So… Fucking… Deep… Gonna cum… Gonna… Aargh!” Her body went stiff as her own orgasm rocked her body. Then Jack froze on her back.

“Cumming… In my ass… Feels amazing…” Amy cried as Jack pumped stream after stream into her tight ass.

Mom, on the verge of her own orgasm grabbed Amy’s head and pulled it back to her cunt. Amy latched back onto Mom’s clit and sucked hard on it till mom had her own orgasm. We all just laid there in a daze as we recovered from our orgasms and waited till Jack’s knot shrank to whet he could pull out of Amy’s well used ass. When he did, I went to Amy and had her kneel over my face, and I hungrily ate the buckets of dog cum that drained out of her ass.

Amy called her mom a little while later and told her that we were having a movie night, and got permission to spend the night. That Friday night, we all took turns getting fucked by Jack and eating each other’s pussies till the four of us collapsed in Mom’s bed.

Epilogue

After that night, every Friday was spent with Leanne and Jack. Amy wasn’t always able to join, but she came whenever she could. When we went off to college, we got permission. To get a small rental off campus together, where we got our own Great Dane and raised him up right. Mom and Leanne visit us regularly, and always bring Jack along and we spend the weekend fucking and sucking.

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Daddy’s mind-controlled twins put on a naughty strip tease for him before their friends.

Daddy’s Mind-Controlled Daughters
A Story of the Institute of Apotheosis Research
Chapter Four: Twins Strip for Daddy
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

“They’re on the move,” Deidre Icke, president of the Institute of Apotheosis, said, staring at the screen, a drone watching the God and his naked family piling into their car. “What’s the status on the church?”

“They’re sending drones there now,” Deidre’s daughter, Alexis, said. The eighteen-year-old sat naked on her father’s lap. Robert, Deidre’s ex-husband, cuddled the girl, his hands playing with her firm, barely legal tits. “It’ll be tight to get cameras in place before the God arrive.”

Deidre shifted, her daughter talking on the phone at the same time she worked her hips, her father’s cock impaled in her barely legal cunt. Deidre’s ass still burned from her daughter’s spanking, juices dribbling down her thighs. She wished Alexis’s twin brother, Alex, was here. Deidre could use her son’s cock in her pussy.

He has a bigger cock than his father. If a God or Goddess ever reveals brother/sister incest as permissible, Alexis will forget all about riding her father’s cock.

Deidre turned her head to the screen, watching the god’s car back out of his driveway. Though dark, the desert around Alamogordo showed up as dark shadows, sage brushes forming black pools amid the lighter dirt around them. The car reached the lonely highway that ran through the city, heading to El Paso in one direction, and deeper into New Mexico in the other. Blinker flashed, spilling amber light. Then the car made a right turn, racing into the city.

“They’re driving fast,” gasped Alexis, her father’s hands gripping her hips, bouncing her now on his cock.

Deidre grimaced. Such pleasure burned on her ex-husband’s face. Their divorce had been…messy.

“Yes, Daddy, yes,” gasped Alexis. “Our new God’s so eager to fuck his twin daughters! Ooh, I want to fuck my twin so badly!”

Deidre frowned, squirming, the sounds her daughter making only inflaming the ache in her pussy. Her hands slid down her stomach, reaching for her pussy. She didn’t want to finger herself, but Alexis bouncing tits were so delicious to watch, her moans so naughty, and there was a God to observe. Heading to a church.

What will happen?

Then her eyes widened. “Uh-uh. Let’s see how the God handles this.”

“It’ll slow him down,” groaned Robert. “Give us time to get the cameras in place.”

Deidre nodded, her fingers sliding through her bush.

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The feel of Kitty, my youngest daughter, sliding her pussy down my dick sent a groan through me. I’d never get tired of her eighteen-year-old twat impaled on my shaft. So tight. So hot. So juicy. She squealed as I wrapped my arms around her, holding her in place. I nuzzled at her neck, nibbling, making her squirm. My hands slipped up her petite body, cupping her budding mounds, hardly more than bumps. Little bee-sting titties topped by small nipples.

“Daddy,” she groaned.

“Purr for me, Kitten,” I panted, using my nickname for her.

“Yes, purr for your father,” Anne, my wife, said as she started up our family minivan, a red Dodge Grand Caravan.

Kitty tried, her pussy clenching tight as she bounced on my cock, working that hot, tight snatch up and down my dick. I groaned, pleasure shivering through me as I shifted on the seat, my naked ass rubbing on the car.

I’d never rode in a car naked before. I’ve never been naked in public before. But I could do anything. If this crazy Institute wanted to turn me into a god through nanites, I’d enjoy myself. I’d do what I want.

“Let’s put it into gear, honey,” I groaned as she reached the highway, signaling for the right turn.

She grinned at me, her brown hair almost black in the dark, her round breasts jiggling. “Eager to fuck our twins.”

“So eager,” I groaned. And for more of my wife’s punishment. She cheated on me this night with her pilates instructor.

I had even more plans for Scott.

“I’ve never been so excited to go to church,” Crystal, my next youngest at nineteen, moaned in the back. She squirmed with her busty girlfriend Jessica.

“I know!” Jessica gasped. Then she let out a throaty moan. “Oh, yes, trib your pussy against mine.”

I threw a look over my shoulder, grinned, my dick throbbing in Kitty’s snatch. Crystal sat behind her mother, reclined against the sliding door, her legs spread wide. Jessica had her legs scissored together, their pussies grinding together. Jessica’s large breasts, bigger than my wife’s, bounced and heaved, the black-haired girl moaning.

“Where did you girls even learn to do that?” I asked, staring at my blonde daughter.

“South Park!” Crystal moaned, her hips undulating, grinding her hot cunt against her friend’s barely legal twat.

My palms rubbed harder against Kitty’s hard nipples. My daughter’s pussy tightened on my dick as she bounced and squirmed on me. She groaned and gasped, her pigtails swaying about her shoulders. I groaned, turning to look ahead as my wife drove us down the highway into Alamogordo, the Walmart approaching on the left, the overpass over the railroad tracks beyond.

“Uh-huh,” my wife groaned, glancing in the rearview mirror.

Blue and red lights flashed and flared, spilling through the car, lighting up Kitty’s pigtails and my wife’s face. She glanced at me, still driving fast. I didn’t care. I had powers. I moved my hands down to Kitty’s hips, bouncing her up and down my cock. I slid her all the way up to the tip so I could feel every inch of her cunt coming back down.

“Pull over,” I groaned, pleasure shooting through me, my daughter’s snatch feeling so amazing on my dick. “And don’t stop tribbing back their, girls. Just let Daddy handle it.”

“Of course, Daddy,” gasped Crystal, her small, firm tits jiggling as she kept humping, the chair creaking.

My wife pulled over to the shoulder before the trailer park across the street from the Walmart. Jessica let out a throaty moan in the back. The cop car followed us to the shoulder. I shuddered, my wife’s window whirring down. A thrill shot through me at the intoxicating realization.

I had power.

“Here he comes,” my wife said, her hands gripping the steering wheel.

“Relax,” I groaned. “And I bet you have a hot cunt.”

“It’s a slutty cunt, Daddy!” kitty moaned. “So of course Mommy’s wet.”

My wife nodded her head.

“Finger it.”

“Yes, hun.”

My wife groaned as she shoved her hand between her thighs, plunging her fingers into her wet pussy. I shuddered, tightening my grip on my youngest’s hips. The friction of Kitty’s tight cunt burned around my dick.

Footsteps crunched on gravel. Metal jangled. A flashlight shone as the cop approached. My heart beat faster and faster. I groaned, my balls growing tighter and tighter as I violated all the taboos and mores of our society: fucking my barely legal daughter in public.

“How are you doing toni…?” The cop’s words trailed off, shining his flashlight into the car through my wife’s window. The beam fell on her jiggling tits then flicked to my daughter bouncing on my dick, her pigtails flying. “Holy shit!”

His hand shot down, fumbling for a gun.

“Officer, freeze!” I commanded.

My brain prickled as my powers worked. Little fuzzy dots darted across my vision for a moment. The cop didn’t want to freeze, but my brainwaves rewrote his. He did, flashlight aimed right between my daughter’s legs, where her flesh united with mine.

“Now, Officer, I’m Michael Horne. And it’s perfectly legal for me to fuck my barely legal daughters.” The prickling grew worse. Needles stabbed into my brain. Darkness fuzzed across my vision. I blinked, slamming my daughter down my cock. “Legal for any father to fuck his daughter,” I added, voice strained. “Right?”

“Of course, Mr. Horne,” the cop said, his voice sounding dazed. “But you’re in public.”

“That’s legal, too,” I groaned. The prickling returned, but not as bad as the first one. After making him believe incest was okay, public sex wasn’t nearly as hard to convince him of. “And I believe you pulled us over for speeding.”

“75 in a 40,” he said, shaking his head. I noticed him staring at Kitty bouncing on my dick.

“You like looking at my eighteen-year-old daughter?” I grinned. “At her firm tits?”

“Daddy likes my itty-bitty tits,” gasped my daughter, her pussy clenching on my dick.

“Yes,” the cop admitted, sounding ashamed.

“Nothing wrong with liking them young,” I groaned. “I bet you have your own daughter her age.”
“I do.”

Anne shivered. “You and your wife should really fuck her,” she groaned, her tits heaving, fingers pumping noisily in and out of her snatch. “It’s so much fun having sex with your daughters.”

“It is!” Crystal moaned from the backseat. “And if she has a sister, they totally have to lez out.”

“Just have to scissor their pussies together, Officer,” Jessica added, her big tits slapping together as she and my daughter gasped and moaned in the back.

“That does sound…nice,” the officer groaned.

“More than nice,” I panted, the pressure building in my balls. “To slide into your daughter’s pussy, to feel the cunt that you created with your wife wrapping about your dick is amazing. It’s magical. The union of the flesh you made with yours. Every father has to experience it.”

“And every daughter!” moaned Kitty, her body bucking. “Daddy, yes!”

Her orgasm screamed through the car as her pussy went wild about my dick. Barely legal flesh convulsed in rapture about my shaft. Her hips quivered, stirring her snatch around my cock, massaging me. The pressure built in my balls.

“Cum in me, Daddy!” she squeaked. “Breed me! I want to have your daughter, Daddy! Then you can fuck her, too!”

“Goddamn!” I grunted, my cock suddenly erupting at her naughty words.

My jizz fired out of my dick. Hot cum boiled into her pussy. It flooded out of me, leaving me shaking. The pleasure surged through me. Every blast had me bucking. My eyes rolled back into my head.

Amazing.

Rapturous.

The heat filled me. Billowed through me. Had my eyes rolling back into my head at the pure intensity of it. The cop watched me flood my cum into my daughter’s fertile pussy, maybe breeding her right now.

“It’s the fucking best, Officer,” I groaned as the pleasure pulsed through me.

“Yes, yes, yes!” gasped my wife. “You have to fuck her then let your wife lick her clean. To drink that yummy mix of daddy and daughter. Then feel her mouth on your pussy, licking the very cunt that birthed her. Oh, fuck!”

My wife heaved, her tits bouncing, smacking the steering wheel as she leaned forward. The horn honked as she writhed. She moaned through her clenched teeth and threw herself back into her seat. The engine roared, her spasming foot hitting the accelerator.

“Damn,” the cop said, watching her. “She really is into it.”

“She really is,” I said, smiling at my wife. Even though I had more punishments for her, I was glad I didn’t throw her out, that our marriage wasn’t wholly lost. She made a mistake with this Scott. That asshole would pay even more.

I sucked in deep breaths, Kitty’s pussy milking the last of my cum from my dick. In the back, my daughter and her friend gasped and moaned, sounding like they joined the family in cumming. The minivan reeked of my women’s pussies.

I loved the scent.
“Well, I am glad we had this conversation, Officer,” I panted. “I just need your handcuffs and then you can leave.”

“I can’t give you my handcuffs,” he said even as he unclipped them from his belt and reached past my wife as she quivered, a satiated smile on her lips.

I snagged them from him. “Thanks.”

“And I have to write you the ticket,” he also added even though he was heading back to his car. “Wait, what is going on?”

“You met a god!” I shouted, saying the word out loud for the first time. I shivered at that, my dick twitching in my daughter’s pussy. The idea…damn. What could I do with this power? Beside having a harem made up of my wife, my daughters, and Jessica?

I’d figure that out later. “Get us to the church. The twins still have their cherries.”

“Yes, dear,” my wife moaned, pulling her fingers out of her pussy. She put the minivan into gear and drove one handed. The other sucked her juices off her fingers.

“Give me a taste, Mommy,” Kitty moaned.

My wife grinned, holding out her hand, juices gleaming on all four of her fingers. She had stretched out her cunt while masturbating. My daughter squirmed on my lap, my dick aching in her cum-filled depths as she leaned over to lick her mother’s pussy juices off her fingers.

The cop didn’t follow us as we headed into Alamogordo itself, crossing the railroad track and entering the town’s streets laid out on a grid. The church was only a few minutes away, not a large structure. Several cars parked before it, lights streaming through some of the windows despite the time of night.

The youth group were having a lock-in. A bunch of eighteen to twenty year olds having a PG slumber party under the supervision of the youth minister, Kip Larson. My two eldest daughters, Rosie and Lily, were devout and into church while my other two daughters hated it. My wife encouraged us to go, but more because she felt that our daughters needed good morales than any religious fervor.

Shame my wife didn’t pay attention to the parts about not cheating on your spouse.

I pushed down my anger as Kitty hopped off my dick and out of the minivan. Her bare feet padded on the asphalt of the parking lot, my cum running down her thighs, glistening in the light from a nearby street lamp. She did a little twirl, hands outstretched.

“I like being naked outside!” she said as I climbed out and joined her.

“It’s fun,” I agreed. “You can do it because you’re my daughter.”

She reached out her hand. I thought she meant to take mine, like she normally would, but instead she grabbed my cock, holding it in her grip. Crystal came up on my other side, taller than her younger sister, her body more developed. She also grabbed my wet dick, grinning at me.

“Let’s go crash the lock-in!” she exclaimed, my blonde child so enthusiastic.

I grinned at her. My wife already marched to the door, Jessica following her. Their larger tits, especially Jessica’s, bouncing in such a delicious fashion. Their asses swayed as they took the couple of stairs to the porch and reached the polished, wooden door. They yanked it opened, revealing the foyer.

Christian rap music, which I always thought was the most ridiculous of the Christian genre of music, thudded through the door. I could hear the sounds of laughing and talking beneath it, ready to crash the party and turn it into something wild.

A hot orgy.

My daughters held my dick, my arms around them, holding them close. Crystal leaned her head against my shoulder, tall enough to reach, but Kitty rested hers on my side. We reached their mother, a big grin on her face.

“You’re going to fuck our twins,” Anne breathed. “Remember when they were born? How beautiful they were?”

I smiled at my wife, remembering that happy moment, how beautiful Anne looked even with her face wan and sweaty after thirteen hours of labor. “Yeah. And now they’re twenty. All grown up and ready to fuck.”

“Yes, they are,” my wife groaned and opened the doors to the worship hall.

It had two rows of pews normally, but they’d been pushed together in the back to create more space up front before the podium and the baptism pool to the right. Guys and girls sat around on clumps of sleeping bags, some up on the stage, others where the pews should be. They were talking, hanging out, many of them in their pajamas. But not the sexy kind. No lingerie. They were all in tame flannel bottoms and t-shirts or PJ tops. No girls just in their panties and bras, no guys in their boxers with their shirts popped off.

Such a lame slumber party.

It took a moment before anyone noticed the five naked people entering. A girl let out a gasp, her face going wide. It was Michelle Henderson, the church girl Jessica seduced before inducting Crystal into lesbian delights.

“K-Kip!” she spluttered, pointing. “Th-there… Oh, my god!” Then she covered her eyes, her cheeks going crimson.

Others were turning, girls gasping, some of the boys trying to act like they weren’t staring at my naked wife and daughter. The youth minister, Kip Larson, rose from a group playing cards, still clutching his hand as he gaped.

A card fell from his grip, fluttering to the ground.

Then his face hardened. The tall, skinny man, about my age, stalked over. His black goatee quivered as anger filled his face. “Mr. and Mrs. Horne, what are you doing? This is… And they’re…your daughters? What deviancy is this. You have to leave right now! Then I’ll be calling the police.”

I waved a hand. “Everyone, listen up and be quiet. And turn off that music.”

Everyone, Kip included, all turned for the source of the sound, the boombox plugged into the microphone system. A mad scramble of youths in their PJ’s racing for it, the youth minister turning from me, darting three steps before a nerdy guy turned off the music.

The worship hall went quiet save for the slick sound of my daughters stroking my cock coated in Kitty’s juices.

“Good,” I said. “Now let’s gather around.”

“Dad?” Rosie gasped. Her and her twin sister emerged out of side room, the light flicking from a movie playing. A few other girls, and two guys, followed them out. “Mom?”

Rosie and Lily were almost impossible to tell apart. Only the most subtle differences in their faces—Rosie’s lips a little plumper, Lily’s face a little skinnier—allowed us to tell them apart. They both had the same shade of brassy-brown hair, their breasts rounded in their flannel tops. Matching bottoms clad their long legs. They had my height, the tallest of my daughters, standing a few inches higher than their mother.

“No questions,” I said. “I’m just here to spread the good news.”

Kip Larson tried to ask a question. He opened his mouth. He looked on the verge of saying something. Then puzzled fear flickered across his face. He grabbed at his throat, trembling. Some of the girls were crying silently, tears rolling down their faces. Marybeth, Kip’s nineteen-year-old daughter, hugged her father, shaking in fright.

“And calm down. You have nothing to be afraid of.” I grinned at them, my thoughts tingling. “Because we’re going to have a real party. You’ve all been taught that sex and incest are sins, and I’m here to tell you that you couldn’t be more wrong. It’s not. You love and accept it. You all…”

My words trailed off. My powers reached out to the gathered twenty-or-so youths and their minister. Pain stabbed into my brain. I groaned, swaying. My daughters gasped, holding me as my darkness fuzzed across my vision. Agony pressed on my brain, hammering into it.

My heart beat in fear.

The world spun around me, my vision going black.

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“Something’s gone wrong!” Alexis gasped, impaling down her father’s cock and stopping her bounce. “The God!”

Deidre’s heart clenched. She clutched at her breast, staring at the screen. Drone control managed to get one fiber optic camera drilled through the church’s wall, giving a wide-angle view of the worship hall. The God swayed in his daughters’ embrace. He groaned, on the verge of collapsing.

“Has something gone wrong with the Halo?” Robert asked in shock. “We never tested them on anyone.”

“They’re perfect,” snapped Deidre. “Would you question his design?”

“No,” Robert gasped. “Of course not. But… Could we have messed up the production of them? He’s in pain.”

His daughters clutched him, supporting him. The watching youths and their minister stood calm, shaking their heads, being affected by his command and… “They’re resistant to the idea of premarital sex and something as taboo as incest,” Deidre gasped. “I mean, this is a church group. These are the ones most committed to Christianity’s repressive beliefs. Especially about the pleasures our bodies can experience.”

The God shook his head. He straightened, taking deep breaths.

“Did it just put a lot of stress on his mind?” Alexis asked. “I thought the halo could control everyone in a six-hundred-yard radius.”

“The more he changes someone, the more effort it takes.” Deidre swallowed. “Our Gods will have to navigate this issue as they spread their messages. But he’s fine. He did it.”

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That hurt.

I’d have to remember that. But as I stared at the youths and Kip, I saw the anger and nervousness and shock fading. “Nothing wrong with sex in public,” I added. “Or between family members.”

I said that last to my twin daughters. They stared at me now with something new in their eyes. Something hungry. They held each other’s hands, standing with their friends. I took a deep breath, wanting to get to the fun.

“And to prove it, my twin daughters are going to put on a naughty strip tease for our entertainment.”

“We are?” Lily asked.

“Yes, you are,” I told her. “Because you and your twin love stripping your clothes off as sexily as possible for Daddy. It gets you hot and wet. Just like when you masturbate.”

Rosie blushed. “You know that we masturbate?”

“I told him that you told me about cumming!” Kitty grinned.

Anne arched an eyebrow. “You taught your little sister about masturbation?’

“Sorry, Mom,” Lily gasped.

“Don’t be,” my wife groaned. “I’m just disappointed you didn’t touch her yourself. Show her first hand how to do it.”

“But she’s our sister and…” Rosie’s words trailed off. “Right, right. Why didn’t we do that?”

Lily stared at her twin sister. “Why didn’t we do it with each other? I don’t understand why I was so afraid to join you on your bed when we masturbate.”

“You, too?” Rosie asked. “I thought about it a lot. I thought it was…” Her forehead furrowed. “Wow, Dad, you are so right. It’s not wrong at all for us to like each other.”

“That’s hot,” groaned a youth named Craig.

“Put on some music that’s good for stripping to,” I commanded. “Then everyone sit down and enjoy the show.” I paused. “And if watching my daughters turns you on, then start masturbating. Don’t be shy. Nothing wrong with loving yourself. Or someone else.”

My thoughts prickled, but not as badly as that agony. My brain still throbbed from it. But the prospect of seeing my twins do a sexy strip-tease for me before we had our fun eased the ache. My dick throbbed in Crystal and Kitty’s hands.

Everyone took a seat before the stage, the podium moved out of the way so my daughters could dance. I had a front row seat, my wife beside me. She had Kitty on her lap, fingering our eighteen-year-old daughter’s cum-filled pussy. I pulled Crystal down, nudging my cock into her butt-crack.

“Do you want my anal cherry now, Daddy?” she moaned. “Since you’ve already enjoyed everyone else’s.”

“Not your twin sisters,” I pointed out, my wet dick sliding between her butt-cheeks, my tip finding her sphincter. “Or your mother’s.” But I would soon. Anne would never deny me again once I had her ass thoroughly broken in.

“Mom hasn’t?” she asked. “Ooh, and she cheated on you. That naughty slut.” Then, with an angry huff, she pressed herself down my cock.

I groaned as my daughter’s virgin sphincter spread wide. It resisted, fighting my cock burying into her hole to enjoy her incestuous pleasure. But nothing would stop Crystal from enjoying my cock in her ass. She whimpered, my tip sliding past her sphincter and into her bowels. She sank further and further down my cock, the velvety rapture so tight about my dick.

Christian rock music started playing, a thudding, fast past song.

The moment it did, my twin daughters’ hips began swaying. They faced each other, impossible for me to tell which one was which from their side profile. They ran their hands up and down their flannel tops, their brassy-brown hair swaying.

“Take it off,” boy shout, sounding like a jock.

“Yes,” Jessica hissed, sitting next to Michelle Henderson. I had a feeling Jessica wanted a second time with the girl. Her hands rubbed at Michelle’s thighs through the flannel PJs.

Crystal didn’t fuck her ass up and down my cock, but she did squirm and clench her bowels about my dick. I groaned, cupping my blonde child’s breasts. They were small handfuls. I tweaked her nipples as we watched her twin sisters hips swaying more, their breasts jiggling beneath their tops.

Crystal sucked in a breath as the twins grabbed the hems of their tops. They moved in near unison, peeling up the flannel, exposing their pale, naked stomachs. My daughter’s bowels tightened on my dick, her squirming increasing, as the twins’ unveiled round breasts, the size of their mother’s tits, cupped in white bras. They threw their flannel tops to the ground, their hips swaying more, dancing around each other.

Craig groaned, pulling out his cock and stroking it.

Kitty squirmed and cooed as her mother fingered her pussy. My wife let out a purring moan, excited as I was to see our twins strip. Rosie and Lily danced closer together. Their hands moved to each other’s bare sides, stroking each other.

“Oh, yes,” another guy groaned. “Twins.”

“Wow,” a third said.

“They’re so sexy, Daddy,” Crystal moaned, her body shaking, arms moving.

I grinned, realizing she masturbated her pussy while squirming her bowels on my dick. I shuddered, my dick throbbing in my daughter’s bowels as I watched Rosie and Lily drift closer and closer pulled together. Then their breasts pressed together, separated by their bras. They stared into each other’s eyes, hips swaying, hands moving, sliding around their naked backs.

“Oh, god, show those tits,” breathed Craig, pumping away on his dick.

“Shit,” Randy grunted nearby. His cock came out, jerking his dick off to my daughter.

“Jessica,” whimpered Michelle. Jessica’s hand slipped into her pajama bottoms, rubbing at her pussy.

“Now finger me,” Jessica moaned, her large tits pressing into Michelle’s arm. “Just like you did when you spent the night at my place.”

Michelle’s shaking hand slid between Jessica’s thighs. Crystal groaned, staring at her girlfriend. Then she started rising up and down my dick, not much, just a few inches, but the friction made me throb.

“Ooh, my girlfriend is so naughty,” Crystal groaned. “And there’s Georgia Simpson. I am totally going down on her tonight, Daddy.”

I smiled, remembering Jessica and Crystal’s spat earlier tonight where it came out Crystal had the hots for the cheerleader. Georgia sat by Randy jerking his cock, squirming as she watched my twins unhook their bras.

And then their identical tits came into view, round and perky with youth. Their pink nipples hard, brushing together as their breasts jiggled, caressing each other. Their hands held each other’s hips, moving closer, their boobs pillowing together. One licked her lips.

Then they kissed.

“Fuck,” Craig groaned, beating his meat so hard.

I understood. Watching the twin’s tongues dancing, their identical faces pressed together, firm tits melting together, had my dick aching in Crystal’s ass. I squeezed her small tits hard, drinking in the twincest before me.

Georgia Simpson shoved her hands into her pajama bottoms, the first girl to start masturbating. She frigged her pussy, watching the twins kissing, their hands pushing down their flannel bottoms. White panties, plain and demure, so virginal they almost blinded me, exposed. The twins turned, a gorgeous ass cupped in cotton facing me.

Others joined Georgia, girls and boys both. Cocks were out and girls were even pulling off their tops and bottoms, their hands bulging their panties as they stroked, rubbed, petted, and fingered their hot twats.

With a groan, Kip Larson whipped out his cock, jerking it off to my daughter. The married minister stared at my twins with such lust, finally indulging in what he’d always hidden. His daughter, beside him, whimpered before she surrendered to her lusts.

Rosie and Lily stepped out of their bottoms as they danced and kissed. Their hands grabbed each other’s asses, squeezing through the panties. I groaned, eager to see them strip naked all the way. Crystal bounced and writhed on my dick, moaning and whimpering as her bowels massaged my cock.

Pleasure rippled through me. I squeezed my daughter’s nipples, lusting after the twins. Then Rosie and Lily broke apart, their faces flushed, tits heaving. They faced the audience, moving in unison, acting like one person the way they would when they were real young. They wiggled their hips.

The audience, boys and girls both, moaned.

“Take those panties off,” Georgia hissed, licking her lips, one hand pulling up her pajama top, exposing round breasts cupped in a lacy, light-blue bra. The other kept frigging her pussy in her bottoms. “Let’s see those asses.”

“Yes,” Randy groaned, jerking off next to Georgia.

“Fuck!” Craig groaned as Pina, a Hispanic girl, grabbed his dick and took over stroking him. He shoved his hands into her panties, rubbing her flesh.

Then his cum erupted, the first offering of pleasure to my twin goddesses.

Feeling the crowd’s excitement, my twins kept wiggling their asses, bending over. Their brassy hair slipped off their supple backs, falling off their shoulders. They aimed those rumps at us, fingers hooking their panties’ waistbands.

And rolled them down curving rears.

Dimpled asses came into view, so round and plump. I groaned, twisting Crystal’s nipples harder. More and more of their butt-cracks were exposed. They worked their panties lower. And then brown bushes appears d, soaked with their juices, hiding their virgin slits.

Randy grunted, cum firing. Other boys moaned as their cocks went off. Georgia whimpered, her body shuddering in orgasmic delight as she stared at my twins peeling their panties down their long, lithe legs.

“Just beautiful, girls,” I groaned to my twins, my balls tightening.

“Daddy!” groaned Crystal, her back arching into mine.

Her asshole went wild about my cock. Her bowels massaged my shaft as she squirmed and spasmed. I groaned, holding her tight as she massaged my dick. Pleasure rushed through me. I grunted, rapture shooting down my cock.

“Mommy!” Kitty squealed nearby, cumming on my wife’s lap.

Then Rosie and Lily stepped out of their panties, facing each other. They pressed their entirely naked bodies tight, slipping their thighs between the other’s legs. They ground hot pussies on each other, sliding them up and down supple skin, moaning, gasping, staring into each other’s eyes.

“Fuck,” I groaned, erupting into Crystal’s spasming asshole.

Pleasure burned hot through me as Rosie and Crystal ground their pussies on each other’s thigh. They shuddered, their heads tossing back and forth, brassy hair sweeping down their backs. Their hands gripped the other’s ass, pulling each other tight. Nipples rubbed before they came together in an incestuous kiss.

I groaned, more cum firing into Crystal’s bowels. Pleasure surged through me. Around me, more and more youths came. Michelle and Jessica both groaned and gasped as they fingered each other. My wife let out a throaty groan. The youth minister fired a load of spunk, his daughter groaning beside him.

Crystal whimpered, her orgasm peaking in her as her bowels milked out the last of my cum. I shuddered, holding her, panting, entranced by the sight of my twin daughters grinding their pussies on each other, their bodies shuddering.

“Cum, girls,” I moaned. “Cum while Daddy watches. You love me and want to please me.”

“They do,” groaned Anne. “Cum for your father, girls.”

“Cum!” Marybeth gasped, trembling beside her father, squeaking out her pleasure.

My twins kissed harder, mirrors melting together as they shared their passion. Fingers dug into dimpled asses. Their hips ground their pussies on the other’s thigh. They whimpered, juices trickling down their legs.

Then they convulsed. They came before their youth group. Guys whooped. Girls cheered. Cum spurted. Pussy squirted. The air filled with the scent of sex, soiling the church. I shuddered, building a new church here as my dick twitched in my daughter’s bowels.

I had to fuck my daughters.

Rosie and Lily broke their kiss, foreheads pressed together, lost in each other’s eyes. Their lips moved, whispering their feelings to each other. I had no idea what they said. It didn’t matter right now. Let them have their private moment.

“Crystal, go eat out your mother. Let Kitty enjoy my cum dribbling out of your asshole.”

“Yes, Daddy,” my blonde child purred before rising off my dick.

My cock popped out of her asshole. I stood up, licking my lips. “Rosie, Lily, lay down on the stage, one atop the other. Daddy wants to lick your identical cunts. Daddy wants to please his twin sluts.”

Not even a twinge from my thoughts. They were wholly convinced to be my sluts.

“Yes, Daddy,” they both purred.

I felt the youth group’s eyes on me as the twins stretched out, Rosie going on the bottom, pulling Lily on top of her. They had their pussies aimed right at the group, knowing the way I wanted them facing by instinct.

Maybe they were natural exhibitionists.

Their brown bushes merged together, tangled by their juices. Tight slits peeked through dark thatch as I knelt down on the step leading up to the stage. I leaned over, breathing in their spicy musk. Each woman of my family had a different scent but them. They smelled the same.

I pressed my face into Rosie’s pussy. I licked up through her virgin flesh, brushing her hymen, and into her twin sister’s snatch. Lily groaned, her dimpled ass jiggling as I licked past her pussy, savoring their combined juices on them.

I leaned back in and licked again. I loved their identical flavor, my dick throbbing so hard. I wanted to eat them, but I also wanted to fuck them. And I couldn’t wait any longer. I needed to be in my daughters. I needed to enjoy their bodies.

I brought my cock, dirty with Crystal’s ass, to Rosie’s pussy. She was born seven minutes before Lily. My eldest daughter deserved my cock first.

Her face peeked out at me from beneath her sister. “Please, Daddy, I’m so wet. It was so hot dancing for you.”

“So hot,” moaned Lily. “We love you, Daddy.”

“I love you both,” I groaned, pressing on Rosie’s hymen. “Time for you to become Daddy’s sluts like Kitty and Crystal.”

“Yes, Daddy!” the twins sang together.

I thrust.

Rosie gasped.

My dirty cock buried into her pure pussy, soiling her forever. I groaned, her silky flesh, so tight, clenched down hard on my dick. My shaft buried into her depths, pleasure flooding down to my swinging balls. Her hands clawed her twin sister’s back. Lily squirmed, her ass jiggling before me as I deflowered her twin sister.

Then I ripped my cock out of one twin’s pussy and popped the other’s cherry.

“Daddy!” squealed Lily as I ripped through her cherry and soiled her cunt, her twin’s juices lubing my cock this time.

I shuddered, burying into her depths. She felt the same as her sister. So hot. So tight. So silky. I buried into her, my balls smacking into where their clits met. I panted, savoring this special moment. My last daughter’s cunt wrapped about my cock.

I ripped my dick out, shifted lower, and slammed home into Rosie’s pussy. The same. I closed my eyes, unable to tell them apart. My hips pumped hard, my daughters whimpering as I went back and forth between their pussies, enjoying my twin daughters.

“Daddy!” they squealed together. “Oh, Daddy, yes! Your cock is amazing. We love it!”

“And I love being in your pussies!”

“Fuck them, hun,” moaned my wife, Crystal feasting away at her pussy.

“Fuck them, Master!” Jessica moaned. “And Michelle, yes! Eat my cunt. Oh, yes. That’s what you missed out on last time. Mmm, isn’t my pussy amazing?”

“Yes,” moaned Michelle.

My dick throbbed, pumping back and forth between my daughters, finding a rhythm. Thrust in and out, move up, and bury in again. Pump once then move back down. I hardly left their pussies. Their identical embraces welcomed me with silk, my balls swaying, heavy with my cum.

My daughter’s writhed together. They kissed, moaning into their mouths. Lily’s ass jiggled every time I buried into their pussies. Rosie’s fingernails left red streaks down her sister’s back, their passion building and building with every moment.

“I’m going to breed you both,” I groaned. “Daddies should always breed their daughters.”

“Yes,” Marybeth Larson moaned. “Oh, Daddy, that sounds amazing.”

“Uh-huh,” groaned the youth minister.

“Fuck,” Craig gasped. “Pina, yes, suck my dick.”

“Eat my asshole, Kitty,” Crystal moaned. “Lick out all of Daddy’s cum.”

The moans and gasps echoing through the church, the twenty youths watching me enjoy my twin daughters, swelled the pressure in my balls. They smacked heavily into my daughters as I went back and forth between their mirrored cunts.

Burying, thrusting, savoring. Incestuous delight burned through me. I loved both their cunts. I buried over and over into them, reveling in the pleasure. Ripples of delight shot through me as my daughter’s kissed and loved each other.

“I’m going to cum,” I moaned, slamming from Rosie’s pussy into Lily’s, their cunts cleaning my cock, their juices mixing together in each other’s depths. “I’m going to breed my twin daughters.”

“Do it, Daddy!” the twins moaned together. “Please, please. We love you!”

“Fuck!” I groaned, ripping out of Lily’s cunt and plunging into Rosie’s.

My dick shuddered, her pussy clenching as I buried into her depths. Before I could pull back out, my balls tightened. My cum fired into Rosie’s pussy. I groaned, shuddering, two pumps of jizz flooding her deflowered pussy before I could rip it out and bury into Lily’s.

“Yes!” I groaned, my dick unloading more cum into Lily’s barely legal snatch.

“Daddy!” my twenty-year-old twin daughters moaned.

Lily’s pussy spasmed about my cock as they came. I ripped out of her pussy, leaving behind three spurts of jizz into her fertile depths, and buried back into Rosie’s cumming depths. I groaned, the final blast of cum flooding my eldest daughter’s snatch.

Pleasure rippled through me. I groaned and swayed. Dizzy delight shot through me. I would breed all my daughters. All my harem. And there would be other virgins in the youth group. Other girls to fuck, to love. To enjoy.

And my twins would know who to choose.

I grinned, my plans swelling through me as the youth group, my wife, and my other two daughters moaned and gasped. Jessica squealed, cumming on Michelle’s lapping mouth. My wife screamed out her rapture.

I loved being a god.

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James Maxwell groaned, his twin daughters grinding their pussies on each other’s thighs, dancing just like the God’s twins had. He stroked his dick, not hard and fast, he didn’t want to cum yet. He wanted to give that to his daughters. They smeared pussy juices and cum on each other’s thigh.

“Oh, Daddy, we want you to breed us,” Cindy moaned.

“Yes, yes, yes,” gasped Mindy. “We want to be pregnant with your babies.”

“Yes,” he groaned. “I have more cum for you.”

On the screen, the God pulled out of his twin daughters, standing up, facing the other audience. He looked down at his youngest daughter, licking Crystal’s ass, and commanded, “Kitten, run to the car. Fetch the handcuffs the nice cop gave me. It’s time for you mother to have her next punishment.”

“Yes, Daddy!” Kitty moaned, hopping to her feet.

As she ran to the car, the twins Rosie and Lily turned into a sixty-nine and feasted on each other’s pussy, lapping their divine father’s cum from the other’s snatch. James’s cock twitched as his own daughters broke apart and rushed to him.

“Breed us while we watch the punishment!” Cindy and Mindy moaned together.

“Praise our Holy God!” James groaned, pulling his lithe, barely legal twins onto his lap.

To be continued…

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James enjoys the Anime girls, not realizing they were edited into reality by his father!

Editing Reality

Book One: Naughty Fantasies Created

Chapter Ten: Oral Delights

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note: Thanks to WRC 264 for beta reading this.

James Davies

I was so glad that Ruri wanted to lose her virginity. I had been patient with her. She was a prickly girl, embarrassed by her emotions and desires, prone to lash out with attacks to protect her emotions. The Japanese called it tsundere. However, her cute, innocence made my heart beat so fast. My creation was ready to be taken hard.

“Don’t just stare at me,” Ruri said, her arms hugging herself, her small breasts quivering. Pink nipples thrust hard from atop those little mounds. Her pigtails swayed about her shoulders as she shifted. They danced about her, looking so fetching, so sexy. They made my dick ache.

I couldn’t wait to touch her. To love her.

“What do you say, James?” Orihime asked. The flirty and busty girl grinned at me. She had orange hair, a bright shade that no natural girl had. They both came from my imagination. Her pillowy mounds jiggled as she sidled up to me, her arm hooking mine. “Let’s make her explode. She needs it.”

“I don’t need it!” Ruri hissed, her cheeks scarlet, her light-purple, verging on blue, hair swaying. “I just…” Her expression softened as she stared at me. “I just want to make James happy!”

“We both do,” said Orihime. Her sweet musk filled my nose. I glanced down her body. The tight slit of her pussy was just visible vanishing between her thighs. Her juices glistened on her puffy vulva. A line of her cream ran down her supple thighs. “But you’ve been difficult.”

“Na-huh,” Ruri said. Her eyes snapped to me, purple and quivering. “Right, James?”

“Well…” I said. “You’ve been a little difficult.”

Her cheeks puffed out. “If you three are going to tease me. Then it’s off. I don’t have to lose my virginity today.”

“Nope!” Orihime declared. “You don’t get off that easily!” She glanced at me. “Let’s get her!”

“Yes!” I grinned, glad my sisters had kept dad up so late last night he’d overslept. Now we weren’t going to church. Maybe Becky and Sam deciding to lose their virginity to Dad prompted Ruri to lose hers this morning.

Orihime had surrendered hers the moment she’d stepped out of my poster.

Orihime sprang at Ruri, the taller, curvier girl grasped the slender delight and pressed her down. Ruri had the budding figure of a younger girl even though she was nineteen while Orihime was more developed, possessing a woman’s curves combined with youthful perkiness.

“No!” Ruri gasped as Orihime pinned the blue-haired girl down. Ruri’s legs kicked. “Get off of me I don’t want it. I changed my mind.”

“Liar,” Orihime said. “You’re nipples are so hard.”

My cock was so hard. I slipped out of my boxers, my dick thrusting large and proud before more. My balls ached to shower my women in cum as I watched Orihime straddling Ruri, the curvy girl’s shaved pussy aimed right at me. I could just fuck her but…

Ruri’s tight slit flashed between her thrashing thighs. I’d enjoyed Orihime already. I wanted Ruri.

“If you’re not eager for this, then why are your nipples hard?” Orihime asked, pressing her tits down against Ruri’s. “They’re making my own nipples tingle when they brush together.”

“Stop it!” Ruri hissed. “Ooh, Orihime, you’re a big-tittied cow!”

“I am,” Orihime moaned. “That’s how James drew me. To have these big, lush tits. And he drew you to be so slender and sexy. His little, cute treasure. He’s going to eat you up. Just admit you’re horny and want this.”

“No! James! James, get her off of me!”

“But your pussy,” I said, moving to her. I grabbed her kicking legs, holding her tight. “Your pussy is leaking so much cream. Your juices are staining your thighs. If you’re not horny, then why are you so wet.”

“Am not!” she gasped as I gripped her calves, her muscles flexing. I stared right at her virginal slit, bare of all her pubic hair. Neither of them had to shave. They were naturally bald, just the way I liked a girl’s pussy to be.

“Oh, yes, you are,” I groaned. “Show her, Orihime!”

“Mmm, I know I’m dripping wet feeling her little titties against my big boobies!” Orihime purred. Her hand shoved down between their bodies, darted across Ruri’s pubic mound, and reached for her pussy. Ruri tried to squeeze her thighs shot to trap Orihime’s hand.

I kept her legs apart, my dick throbbing.

Orihime’s delicate fingers caressed over Ruri’s pussy, cupping that plump mound. Ruri gasped as her virginal flesh was stroked. Orihime’s fingers grew sticky with the juices. I breathed in, inhaling both Orihime’s sweet musk and Ruri’s spicy delight. The twin scents mixed in my mouth, making me shudder in delight at the wonderful scents filling the air.

Orihime’s fingers came away wet. She held them up, admiring how they glistened. Then she pressed them up to Ruri’s face. “What is this?”

“Th-that’s your pussy juices!” Ruri gasped. “I’m not wet. I don’t want this!”

“Liar,” Orihime said. I groaned as she pressed her pussy-soaked fingers against Ruri’s mouth and thrust them in. The girl shivered. She sucked on the digits, her eyes bulging as Orihime pumped them in and out. “Ooh, she’s sucking on them, James. She loves tasting her pussy juices.”

Ruri let out a frustrated moan, her legs twitching and kicking in my tight grasp.

That excited me. I had to play with her. I had to taste her and tease her. I sank to my knees, my hands sliding up her legs, past her knees. I pressed her thighs farther apart as I leaned my head down. Ruri’s spicy musk grew stronger as I approached her virginal flesh. That wonderful delight tingled my nose.

My cock ached.

“James!” Ruri groaned. “No, no, you can’t do that. That’s too embarrassing. That’s my pussy! You can’t lick my pussy and… James!”

My lips kissed right atop her tight, virginal slit. Her spicy juices coated them. My tongue flicked out, brushing her hot flesh for the first time. She had such a creamy, silky feel to her. Her legs stiffened. She let out a naughty, wanton shriek.

It was such a delicious sound to hear. My dick throbbed. I licked her again. And again. I flicked my tongue against her vulva, parting her tight slit to brush her silky petals. I fluttered it up and down, from her budding clit to the hymen guarding her juicy depths.

My dick twitched as I rubbed that.

“James!” she gasped. “Oh, James, no, no! That’s so naughty. That’s my pussy! Oh, that’s such a naughty place.”

“So naughty,” purred Orihime. Her pussy wiggled before me as she squirmed, still pressing her tits into Ruri’s. I could see those big mounds pillowing against Ruri’s body as I gazed before me, Orihime’s stomach sleek like Ruri’s.

My tongue lapped faster. I gathered up those juices while Ruri gasped and moaned. She made such sweet sounds now that I was pleasing her. My cock wanted to bury in her, but I wanted to make her cum. I wanted to love my creation.

My sweet Ruri.

Beneath her prickly exterior, she was a hot-blooded maiden needing me to please her. Her sweet moans echoed through my bedroom while her humping hips rubbed her hot pussy against my mouth. She smeared her juicy flesh against me. Her cream coated me. I lapped it up, loving the flavor of her.

I nibbled on her clit. I sucked on her little pussy folds. My tongue pressed against her hymen. I teased that thin membrane, loving the feel of the elastic cherry beneath me. My dick throbbed so badly. I wanted to pop her.

When she was ready.

I nibbled up and down her labia. Her juices flowed, coating my mouth and chin. I breathed in her sweet musk. It was an incredible treat to enjoy. I stopped holding her thighs to slid my hands beneath her tight rump, cupping both her butt-cheeks.

I held her tight, squeezing her, kneading her. I pulled her twat tight against my mouth. She shuddered, her thighs squeezing about my cheeks. Her moans echoed through the room. More and more of her spicy cream filled my mouth.

“James! James!” she gasped. “Oh, wow, James! That’s so naughty. You’re making my pussy feel so good! You don’t have to!”

“Yeah, he does,” Orihime purred. She rolled off of Ruri and settled down beside the blue-haired girl.

I stared up at Ruri’s face, loving the expressions flashing across her features. Her violet eyes darted around, glassy with the pleasure I gave her. Her small breasts quivered. Her stomach flexed as she shuddered. Orihime stroked a finger around Ruri’s pink nipple.

“Isn’t it amazing?” Orihime said. “How he loves your pussy. How he licks and laps and stirs up all those naughty delights in you. He wants to make you explode. That’s so wonderful, isn’t it?”

Ruri whimpered, her face scrunched up. Her ass tightened. Then she gasped as Orihime’s head darted down, the orange-haired beauty engulfing Ruri’s nipple. The slender girl moaned, her thighs clenching about my face, holding me against her hot pussy.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she moaned. “Oh, James! Oh, wow! I’m going to… I’m going to…”

“To what?” I moaned between licks. I fluttered up to her clit, nipped it.

“That… that…” She moaned. “Oh, don’t make me say it. It’s so embarrassing.”

“But if you don’t say it…” I said, pulling my lips from her pussy, my cheeks caressing her thighs. “How will I know what you need?”

“Please!” she gasped.

“Please what?” I asked over the noisy sucks Orihime made while loving Ruri’s nipple.

“Please keep licking my pussy!” Ruri moaned. “I’m so close.”

“Close?”

“To cumming!” she howled. “Don’t stop! Please, please, don’t stop, James! I need you to make me cum!”

“Then what?” I asked, my fingers digging into her butt-cheeks. I took a long, slow lick up her pussy, brushing her hymen before I caressed her bud.

“Then you can pop my cherry!” she screamed as my tongue circled her clit. “I want you to make love to me, James! I need you in me! I can’t hide my feelings for you any longer.”

I sucked hard on her clit. I nibbled on it with my lips while Orihime loved Ruri’s nipples. The gasps and moans echoed through my bedroom. Her stomach flexed before me. The bed creaked as she shuddered.

Then her spicy cream gushed out of her. It coated my cheeks and chin. She drowned me in her virginal passion. It was amazing. I licked it all up. I feasted on her, so glad to finally be enjoying my tsundere lover.

I made this delight. I created her. Two perfect women to love me always.

“Take me, James!” she gasped.

Orihime popped her mouth off Ruri’s nipple. “Yes, yes, take her!” my busty girl moaned, her blue eyes almost glowing. “Ram your cock into her and make her explode!”

I rose up Ruri’s body, her spicy cream dripping from my mouth. Her hands seized my shoulders with greedy need. She pulled me down to her, her thighs locking about my waist. Orihime’s hand darted down my body, grabbing my cock.

She guided me to Ruri’s passion.

I kissed my cute lover, sharing her spicy juices. Orihime rubbed my cock up and down against her hot flesh. My dick ached and throbbed as her silky delight teased me. Pleasure spilled over me. I groaned into her kiss, her arms clutching tight about my neck. Her small breasts brushed my chest. My glasses shifted.

“Love her, James,” Orihime purred, her hand squeezing my cock as the tip pressed against Ruri’s maidenhead.

Orihime ripped her hand away.

I thrust forward.

Ruri’s hymen stretched before my cock. She whimpered into our kiss. Her arms wrapped about my neck and pinned me to her hot lips. She kissed me with a hot passion, her tongue thrusting into my mouth as her cherry stretched. Stretched.

Popped.

I groaned as I sank into her pussy. The second one I’d ever enjoyed in my life. Her silky sheath engulfed my cock, wrapping about me, holding me tight with her juicy passion. I groaned as I slid deeper and deeper into her. Her cunt engulfed me in such sweet heaven. I moaned, loving it. This wondrous delight bathed around me, teasing me.

Our tongues dueled as I bottomed out in her deflowered flesh. I held in the hilt of her for this wondrous moment, letting the heat of her cunt bathe my dick. She was all around me. Hugging me, teasing me. It was an incredible delight to experience. My cock throbbed in her pussy as she squirmed, stirring her silky flesh around me.

“You two are so cute together,” Orihime purred, her hands sliding down her body. She rubbed at her hot flesh. “Look at you! James! You did it! You popped Ruri’s cherry!”

I broke the kiss and grinned at her. “I did.”

Orihime kissed me as I drew back my cock. She must be tasting Ruri’s spicy cream still lingering on my lips. Ruri’s snatch squeezed around my dick as I pulled out, the silky friction rippling around my cock felt incredible.

I thrust into her. I buried to the hilt in my petite lover. Her hot cunt engulfed me. Her whimpers filled the air while I groaned into Orihime’s mouth. I kissed her hard while I made love to Ruri. The bed creaked and groaned as I buried into Ruri again and again.

That silky caress… That hot embrace…

I loved it.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Ruri moaned. “Oh, James, you’re churning up my pussy! Oh, it’s incredible. Mmm, you’re plunging in so deep and hard. Oh, James, yes, yes!”

I loved it. I kissed her hard. I rammed into her shaft, my balls smacking into her taint. Her cunt squeezed around my dick, her flesh massaging the spongy crown. My balls drank it in. The pleasure swelled and swelled in me. It built, driving me towards an explosive orgasm.

I broke the kiss with Orihime and stared down into Ruri’s violet eyes. They shone with such passion. Her body moved beneath mine as she whimpered. Her cunt clenched around my cock, increasing the friction for brief moments.

The ache swelled at the tip of my cock.

“Ruri, you feel so amazing!” I groaned. “You’re going to make me explode.”

“Yes, yes!” Orihime moaned. “That’s right! Just spurt your jizz into her. Flood her cunt with all that wonderful cum. She needs it spilling through her.”

“Oh, yes!” Ruri gasped. “Cum in me, James! I want it! I love you! Let me show you! Please, please, spill in me like you do Orihime!”

“Yes!” Orihime moaned. She rolled onto her back. She had both her hands between her thighs. She masturbated her cunt with a wild abandon. She rubbed her flesh, her big tits bouncing and heaving as she whimpered. “Spurt all that yummy cum into her cunt!”

I thrust hard and fast into Ruri’s cunt. I plowed into her, loving the way she was wrapped about me. It felt incredible. Her cunt caressed me. Squeezed me. Pleasure rippled through me. Little stars danced through my vision.

I groaned, pounding her hard and fast, my balls smacking into her. The bed creaked. All three of us were panting, moaning. Orihime’s big tits jiggled, squeezed together by her arms reaching down her body to rub her cunt.

“James!” Ruri groaned, her pussy clenching around my cock. “Oh, James, I think… I think I’m going to cum again!”

“Naughty slut!” Orihime gasped, her words strained by her pleasure.

“I’m not a slut!” Ruri moaned, her cunt clenching about me. “Right, James? I’m your girlfriend. I just love you! I want to love you with my body! That doesn’t make me a slut!”

“It makes you my slut!” I groaned and slammed hard into her.

Ruri’s eyes widened. Then her face contorted. Her pussy grew hot about my cock. Then she bucked beneath me. Naughty squeaks and squeals burst from her lips. Her pussy writhed about my cock as her orgasm surged through her.

I made her cum.

“James!” she moaned, her pussy spasming around my cock. “Yes, yes, I’m your slut! I love you!”

“I love you!” I gasped and kissed her.

My dick pumped away at her convulsing flesh. Her writhing pussy massaged my cock. Milked me. It was incredible to feel. It was this wondrous sensation that drove me towards my orgasm. I rammed hard into her.

Exploded.

My cum pumped into her twat. I groaned into her kiss as the pleasure surged out of my cock. Every time my jizz flooded her orgasming, deflowered pussy, rapture slammed into my mouth. Stars exploded across my vision.

It was amazing. I groaned, my eyes rolling back in my head as I pumped her full of all my cum. Orihime trembled beside us, her breasts quivering in the corner of my vision. Ruri’s pussy milked my balls dry as I broke the kiss.

“Ruri!” I groaned as my orgasm peaked.

“Oh, James, you flooded me with your seed!” she gasped. “Oh, it’s so hot in me!”

“It feels wonderful when he cums in you!” Orihime moaned. Her body trembled. The juicy sound of her fingers plundering her pussy filled the room. “Yes!”

She came beside us as I kissed Ruri, loving my tsundere lover. She trembled beneath me, clutching me. Her pussy’s writhing slowed, stopped. She mewled, kissing me back with gentle passion, transformed for her normally uptight persona.

I loved that my creations came to life. I didn’t know how this was possible, but I must have some sort of powers. I must be some sort of god. I groaned, my dick still hard. I pulled out of Ruri and glanced at the quivering Orihime.

“Fuck her!” Ruri moaned. “Love her, too!”

Joy burst through me. I made them both. I couldn’t wait to see what other sorts of powers I must have. I mounted Orihime, her fingers ripping out of her pussy, clearing the way for my shaft. She grabbed my wet cock, guided it to her holes. I was still so hard. Ever since they came to life, I had impressive stamina.

I rammed my cock into Orihime’s pussy. “I love you both!” I howled. “You’re both mine!”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Becky Davies

Sunday morning passed in a blur of love-making until the three of us finally spilled out of the bedroom, Sam and I dripping with pussy juices and Daddy’s cum. James was closeted in his room with those two girls he made. They were all having a good time. I was glad my little brother could have his fun, even if it was so perverted that he made them.

I wonder how he did that.

Daddy and Sam vanished to go work on the car after our late breakfast, so I dressed in my usual weekend clothing of a simple skirt and t-shirt. I went to work on my homework. I was so behind after I wild romp all weekend. It was so much fun, but I had grades to maintain. I wanted to be valedictorian when I graduated at the end of the year.

I lost myself to my homework. I could do that easily. It surprised me when I heard a knock at my door and looked up to see it was almost 1 PM. A few hours had passed. I stretched as I sauntered to my door, hoping it was Daddy wanting to reward my hard work with a chance to love his dick.

“Hey, Daddy, I…” I blinked at the sight of Tonya, my best friend. Well, my only friend.

“You weren’t at church,” Tonya said as she slipped into the room. “And you’ve been ignoring me all weekend. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” I said, captivated by the way her platinum-blonde hair shimmered as she slipped into my room. My heart suddenly quickened. I always had this latent, bisexual streak in me. It was why I had an attraction to my mother. After this weekend, I was also appreciating Sam’s nubile form.

Now I was seeing Tonya as a blossoming woman. She was still wearing her Sunday dress, white stockings cladding her delicious legs, her skirt falling down to her knees, covered in a floral pattern. There was just a little bit of a neckline, and not nearly enough to show off any cleavage. She was a petite girl, the opposite of my curvy figure.

“It’s just been busy with Mom out of town,” I said. “You know, Sam and I had to step up and do more around the house.”

“Oh, sure,” Tonya said. “But why weren’t you at church?” She sat down on my bed, staring at me, her legs pressed tight. “Your family never misses church.”

My cheeks warmed. I couldn’t tell her the truth. It was such a shame. I’d never lied to Tonya in all the years I’d known her. We’d grown up together. “Just… overslept. We, um, had a power outage overnight and no one’s alarms went off. By the time we all woke up, well, it just didn’t seem like much point in going.”

“Oh,” Tonya said, smiling. “That makes sense. I just…” She licked her lips. “I thought we were going to study today.”

“Right!” I said, heading over to sit on the bed. She was so beautiful. I had never noticed it. Her face had this delicateness to it that made her seem so fetching. I leaned in and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. “Sounds like a great idea.”

She blinked, her blue eyes so wide. Her tongue flicked out, tasting her lips. “Um, what was that?”

“What?” I asked her, my stomach squirming. “It was just a kiss. Just saying hello.”

“I mean…” She shook her head. “Yeah, okay. I guess.”

Why did I kiss her?

She was just so sexy. I wanted to do naughty things to her. Mom was always seducing women. At church. At the free clinic where she volunteered at. She’d even enjoyed a few of my teachers and professors. Mom was fearless when it came to seducing a woman. I wanted to be like that. To just throw myself at a woman and enjoy her.

That would be so wild.

I stared at Tonya, wanting to kiss her again. To just pin her down on the bed and love her. I would make her cum so hard. Then I could share her with Daddy like Mom did. He would love me so much if I did that. Tonya and I would be so close, and then… maybe I wouldn’t have to lie to her.

“Is there something on my face?” Tonya asked, her eyes wide. She parted her lips to flash her pearly whites. “Do I have something in my teeth?”

“No, no, I’m just being an airhead,” I said, my cheeks burning. How did my mom just do it? Seduce women? I was so scared of making things worse. “Let’s study!”

Tonya nodded her head. We were both top students at Rainier Christian College. I didn’t know which of us would come out on top. Not that it was a competition. We supported each other like we had for years.

I grabbed my textbook. She hadn’t brought hers so she had to sit close by me.

She wore such a pretty perfume.

It was sweet and spicy. It filled my nose when I inhaled. I groaned, the delight tingling in my nostrils. I groaned, shivering. My pussy grew hotter and hotter beneath my skirt. I wasn’t wearing any panties.

A faint, spicy musk filled my nose.

Did Tonya smell that aroma? Did she realize it was hot pussy? She would know it wasn’t hers. Would she wonder why I was turned on? Every time she glanced at me, my heart beat faster and faster. Her lips were so pink and kissable. So glossy.

Her arm brushed mine as she turned the page. She leaned her head in, her platinum hair spilling over my shoulder. I could smell the lilac of her shampoo. I groaned, my pussy clenching. Heat rushed out of me.

My large breasts swelled my t-shirt. My nipples were hard. I wasn’t wearing a bra, either. She had to notice those. They were so prominent. I groaned, my entire body shaking. Excitement swept through me as I stared at the profile of her face.

“I think this is important,” she said. “The Heisenberg Uncertainty Principal will definitely be on the test.” she shifted. “Why does quantum physics have to be so weird?”

“Yeah,” I said, nodding my head. “You just can’t know everything. You can’t know the… state something’s in. If it’s receptive.”

“Receptive?” she asked, her pink lips moving.

My lusts boiled through me. Mom did this. I could do this.

I lunged at her. Kissed her. My fiery hair swept into her platinum locks as she stiffened. This time, it wasn’t a brief kiss. This was no momentary contact of my lips on hers. This was passion. It was intense. Our mouths welded together. She groaned, her eyes wide as I pushed her down.

She didn’t move as I pinned her to my bed, kissing her with such wild passion. My lusts were unleashed. Her blue eyes darted back and forth. It was so wonderful. She tasted so sweet. I had to love her. I had to make her cum before she could realize what I was doing. A bold attack.

Something Sam would do. And she had those friends of hers she was always making love with.

“Becky!” Tonya gasped as I broke the kiss. I slid down the bed. “What are you doing?”

“You’re just so beautiful, Tonya!” I moaned, pushing up her skirt. “Let me show you how beautiful you are.”

I was hungry for this. I wanted to be just like my mother. My hands slid up Tonya’s inner thighs, stroking her white pantyhose clinging to her flesh. Her warmth bled through. Her panties were an opaque shadow through them.

“I’m going to love you!” I moaned, sinking off my bed to kneel between her open thighs. I grabbed her legs and pulled her rump to the edge of the bed.

“Are you gay?” she gasped. “Becky! You can’t do this! It’s a sin!”

“I don’t care!” I moaned. Not after giving my body to my father and sister. Not after the weekend I had. Sin didn’t matter. It just held you back from experiencing all the delights that this world held. “You’re just so sexy! Let me love you! You’re my hot friend!”

My fingers slid down her thighs to her crotch. I followed, leaning in as she squirmed. Her hands shot down her body, trying to push down her skirt. My fingers reached her panties. I rubbed at her pussy through her stockings and underwear.

She gasped as I touched her. Shock flashed across her features. I knew she tried not to masturbate. She wasn’t prepared for the bliss I was giving her. I would make her cum and show her how wonderful lesbian bliss was.

Then we could do other things together. Naughty things.

I rubbed harder as I leaned in. My pussy was on fire. I had to feast on her. Right now. Her panties and pantyhose were in the way. What would Sam do?

“Becky!” gasped Tonya as I ripped open the crotch of her nylons. They tore with a satisfying rip. My pussy clenched as I exposed her cream panties. They cupped her pussy. A few stray, blonde hairs escaped around the gusset. “No, no, you can’t do this! What has gotten into you?”

“You’re just so sexy!” I purred as I ripped the gusset of her panties to the side, exposing her blonde bush hiding her pussy. “Let me show you how sexy you are.”

I pressed my face into her pussy. Her silky bush caressed my lips. Those platinum hairs tickled my cheeks and lips. I nuzzled in until I reached her pussy. I fluttered my tongue up and down her folds, tasting a faint, tangy flavor.

She wasn’t wet. Yet.

“Becky!” she whimpered, her hands grabbing my fiery hair. She pushed on my head. “You have to stop! I’m not a lesbian!”

“I’m not, either!” I moaned. “I’m bi! You can love both men and women!”

My tongue attacked her pussy. I learned how to please Sam this weekend. How to touch a woman. My little sister was more than willing to let me. I loved her naughty, petite figure. I licked her cunt even when it wasn’t full of Daddy’s cum.

So knew what to do.

My hands cupped Tonya’s squirming, flexing ass through her panties and pantyhose as I devoured her. I flicked my tongue up and down her folds, her tangy flavor growing. Her excitement swelled. Her pussy lips grew engorged as her arousal swelled.

Her clit peeked out of its little hood. Pink, glistening. So cute. I flicked my tongue against it. Her eyes widened in shock as I caressed it. I knew just how sensitive that little spot was. My own throbbed between my thighs.

I shoved my right hand down my body, abandoning her rump, and rubbed at the hot folds of my cunt. My juices soaked my digits in moments. My fingers slid through my furry muff, silky hairs stroking my palm as I found my clit.

Rubbed it.

“Becky!” whimpered Tonya. She thrashed on the bed. “Oh, Becky, what are you doing to me? This is so wrong!”

“I know!” I hissed. “Just enjoy it. You don’t have to fight it! Let the passion surge through you.”

My tongue flicked up and down her folds, brushing her clit at the pinnacle of every lick. She gasped and squirmed on my bed. The creaking filled the room. Her thighs flexed, rubbing her silky stocking against my cheeks as I feasted on her.

My clit ached beneath my stroking touch. I rubbed my cunt with a feverish passion. My fingers stroked up and down my folds then plundered into my juicy depths. Two digits penetrated deep into me while my thumb massaged my bud.

“You have to stop!” gasped Tonya. “Becky! You’re making me feel things!”

“Good!” I moaned, her tangy passion coating my lips. “Don’t fight this, Tonya! Let the passion consume you. Cum on my lips!”

“Cum?” she gasped, her face twisting in shock. “No, no, I can’t cum! You’re a girl! I’m a girl! And… and… Oh, Lord, please, you have to stop!”

“Because it feels so good?” I asked. I ran my tongue across her hymen and brushed her clit again.

She didn’t have to say it; her moan answered it for me. The way she shuddered as she squirmed against me provided all the proof I needed that I was pleasing her. That I was driving her wild with my licking and tonguing. She groaned, her eyes rolling back into her head.

My fingers plunged faster and faster in and out of my cunt. I stirred myself to a hot froth. It was amazing. I was eating Tonya out. I was giving my friend such bliss. I wanted to cum so hard. My pussy squeezed about my fingers, increasing the silky friction.

Swelling my orgasm.

My tongue swirled around her clit. Then I nibbled on the bud. Her fingers gripped my fiery hair. She wasn’t trying to push me away now. She just held me as I loved her. Her head tossed back and forth as she shuddered on the bed. More and more of her tangy juices coated my mouth.

It was incredible. I loved it. I didn’t want this to stop. I groaned as I sucked hard on her clit.

“Becky, Becky, please!” she howled.

I loved how she begged. She was about to cum.

“Oh, Lord, Becky!” she howled.

My nipples throbbed against my blouse. My pussy clenched about my fingers. My juices poured down my hand to my wrist. My thumb massaged my clit in fast circles. I was so close. I sucked so hard on her bud while the fingers of my left hand were naughty.

They slid into her butt-crack.

I caressed up and down her, teasing her. Then I found her asshole. Her eyes bulged as I caressed her sphincter. Her juices coated my chin and cheeks. I wiggled my finger against her anal ring. She groaned, her face scrunching up.

“No, Becky!” she groaned. “That’s so dirty! That’s my butt-hole. You can’t… I… I… Becky!”

My finger penetrated her asshole.

My friend came.

Her juices bathed my face. Tangy passion spilled out of her and into my hungry mouth. I thrust my fingers so fast and hard into my cunt as I reveled in making her cum. Her asshole writhed about my digit while her moans sang through my bedroom.

“Becky!”

I made my best friend cum. I seduced her just like Mom would have. I groaned, my thumb pressing hard on my clit. Sparks exploded in my pussy. I buried my fingers deep into my cunt. My twat writhed about them.

My orgasm burst inside of me.

I moaned into her cunt, licking and lapping as the bliss surged out of my pussy. That wondrous passion spilled through my body and mind. My thoughts melted. I quivered and groaned, my fingers plunging into my writhing snatch, sending more ecstasy through me.

“Oh, Becky!” gasped my friend. “Oh, you made me cum! I can’t… This is… Becky!”

Her back arched. Her pussy rubbed against my hungry mouth, her wet pubic hair caressing my cheeks. It was so amazing. Little stars danced across my vision as my orgasm peaked in me. I groaned, juices dripping down my thighs, coating my hand.

I rested my head on her torn pantyhose, panting, my eyes fluttering. “Oh, Tonya, you tasted so good. Oh, I love you! We’re going to have so much fun together.”

“Yeah,” Tonya said, sitting up. She shifted, swallowing.

I sat up and hugged her. I kissed her stiff lips. She shifted in the embrace while I buzzed from my orgasm. I was so glad that I could love her. My heart hammered and raced in my chest as my arm was around her shoulder.

“So, that was a good study break, right?” I asked her. “I mean, it felt good when you came.”

“It felt good,” she said, her voice soft. She stared down at her lap, her fingers playing together.

“So… back to studying?” I asked. “Unless… you want to go down on me.”

Tonya shook her head. “Studying. We can study.”

I smiled and gave her another kiss, hoping she enjoyed tasting her own pussy on my lips. She was just shy. I would ease her into eating my pussy. We had plenty of time. I pulled my book over my lap and we went back to studying, Tonya sitting stiffly by me.

In another hour, Daddy knocked on my door, telling me to get ready for church. We were going to evening service. “Okay, Daddy!” I said as he stared at us, Tonya squirming beside me. “We’ll be ready.”

He breathed in deeply then gave me a strange look.

“We were doing some intensive studying, Daddy,” I said.

Tonya let out a groan, her head lower, her cheeks red.

“Good,” Daddy said, a smile crossing his lips. Then he was gone.

“I have a spare pair of pantyhose you can wear,” I said, standing up. “Sorry for tearing yours.”

“No, no, it’s fine,” Tonya said. She stood up. “Um… I don’t think I feel like going to church.”

Before I could say anything, my friend darted out of the room. I stood there frozen. Had I… pushed her too hard? Didn’t she like cumming on my mouth? I thought I gave her pleasure and now… I swallowed.

“She’s just tired,” I told myself. “It was a big day for her. She’ll be fine tomorrow. She’ll be eager for more. She got a taste.”

I nodded to myself. That would be it.

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Steve Davies

“Why do we have to go to church?” Sam moaned. “The bible doesn’t like incest. God thinks what we’re doing is a sin.”

Does he? Anael claimed to be sent by God, the Most High as she called Him. That was one of God’s names from the bible. “Because it builds character,” I answered out of habit, my mind pondering the possibilities. Anael never acted very… virtuous. She pushed me to use my gift for my own personal lusts. “Churches help their communities. Morals aren’t bad, even if they’re restrictive.”

“Yeah, soooooo restrictive.” Sam sighed. “Shame someone can’t change that.”

“It would be nice,” I said, smiling. I wanted to grab my phone. “Come on, kumquat. Becky’s ready.”

James waited with the two girls I created for him. Ruri and Orihime looked real, like normal girls, but their hair and eye coloring were too unnatural, even Orihime’s blue eyes were too brilliant. Like jewels. But he was happy to have a girl on both his arms. They wore Sunday clothing, demure, though there was no hiding the size of Orihime’s tits.

Becky stood alone. “Where’s Tonya?”

“She’s not going tonight,” Becky said, giving me a bright smile. “She went home. Come on, we missed communion. We have to go!”

“Right, right,” I said. My wife wasn’t going to church in Vegas. She was enjoying a different communion. Her, Marissa, and Evaline had just arrived at a strip club. I had a naughty pic of a half-naked, Latina woman giving Linda a lap dance. My cock was half-hard in my jeans.

We drove to First Baptist of Rainier where I served as a deacon. I had to show up to evening service since I missed the morning one. Just because I was fucking my daughters now didn’t mean I had to shirk my normal responsibilities.

Church still felt important to me for all the reasons I told my youngest daughter. Even in this altered timeline, where my wife and I had threesomes with women she seduced, we still felt church was important in our lives.

We arrived after a short drive. Sunday Evening service always had only a third of the people show up as the busier morning one. It lent a more intimate and casual air to the proceedings. There wouldn’t be a full sermon, just a short one, but there would be communion for those who missed this morning.

As I mingled, saying hello to my friends, I couldn’t help but smile at the women I knew the changed version of myself had sex with. My wife had worked her way through the congregation, seducing those women she felt were intriguing. That she could get away with loving.

Several were married, their husbands oblivious.

I kept checking my phone, freezing time as I inspected this wife or this husband, seeing how these affairs had changed things. I felt this heady rush of power every time I did. I was peeking into the lives of those around me and they had no idea.

“Brother Steve,” Isidora Mingo, the choir leader, purred as she came up to me. The Hispanic woman looked… sexier than I remembered. She dressed a little more feminine, her body a little tighter, not as plump.

She gave me a very welcoming hug.

I opened up Isidora’s profile. I smiled, seeing that I had a hot threesome with her and Linda two years ago. Her husband had no idea that his wife had cheated on him. He was oblivious to it all. His wife remembered our threesome fondly. It inspired her to stay in better shape, hoping for another chance.

I could rewrite her to make that happen and…

No, no, I had to focus on improving Rainier with tomorrow’s edits. Not getting distracted by the women of my church.

Varsha Singh strolled by. I frowned, not seeing a wedding ring on the Indian woman’s fingers. “Hi, Steve,” she said. “Hey, Sam.”

“Hey!” my daughter said, grinning. “How’s it going. Bet you wish my mom took you to Vegas this time.”

Varsha blushed and hurried away.

I opened up the phone and saw that Varsha had just divorced her husband because… my wife had seduced her. Varsha was coming to accept that she was a lesbian. She was also jealous of Evaline for going with my wife to Vegas this time. Varsha was debating telling Evaline’s husband, Malcolm, what really happened on those trips.

I’d have to do something about that. My cheeks burned. I remembered Varsha and Sukhbir as having a close relationship. Had I destroyed their marriage by changing my wife? What other effects had I caused?

“Hi, Brother Steve,” Reverend Colin Fekete said, a Hungarian man with a thick accent. We called him Colin because his real name, Kornél, tripped some people up. “I was worried when you didn’t show up.”

“I know,” his wife, Fabiana, said. She hung on his arm. She was a Brazilian woman and just gorgeous. She usually dressed in high-neck blouses and long skirts, but she was showing a considerable amount of cleavage tonight, her golden-brown breasts enticing. “Oh, there is Luke. I need to say high to him.”

“Sure,” Reverend Colin said. He glanced at me. “Your wife’s in Vegas, right? With Evaline?”

Nodded my head. “Visiting her friend, Marissa. Good thing my daughters have been a help around the house.” I pulled out my phone, glancing at Fabiana greeting Luke Elder, one of the other deacons. He was a tall, handsome man. “They’re quite a treasure to have.”

“I bet they—” Colin’s words cut off.

I paused time as I opened the editing app, Anael appearing naked nearby, a big grin on her face. She caressed her body as I opened Fabiana’s profile and… She was having an affair with Luke Elder. The Fabiana I knew was a devoted wife. She never would have cheated on her husband. I dove into her history, navigating her memories and…

My wife made a pass at Fabiana two years ago. It hadn’t worked. Fabiana was as straight as they came, but it shook her that Linda, a woman she thought was a faithful wife, could be cheating on her husband. It led Fabiana to question her own desires and then act on them a year ago.

Her husband had no idea.

“Fuck,” I muttered. “They had a strong marriage and now…”

“How strong was it if Linda’s little flirting caused an affair?” Anael asked. She hugged the Brazilian beauty from behind. “Mmm, you can always edit her. Make her faithful to the reverend or… change who she’s having an affair with.” She squeezed those big tits as she winked at me. “Huh? That would be fun. Imagine these tits sliding up and down your dick.”

I shook my head. “Sometimes I think you’re a devil.”

“Because I’m so naughty?” she asked. She winked at me. “That’s what makes this fun. I’m the Angel of Sexuality, too, so I’m hornier than most. But the Most High chose me. He must want you to get lucky.” She winked at me. “So enjoy it.”

“I’ll fix them after the mayor,” I said. I hated how I only had three edits in a day. It would be so much better with more.

I closed the app.

“—bring such comfort and help with Linda gone,” finished Colin.

“Huh?” I asked, forgetting what we were talking about before I froze time.

“Your daughters?” he said.

“Yeah,” I nodded.

“Mr. Davies,” a coquettish voice purred. “I’m so glad you came to church.”

I turned around and found my student, Kyleigh, standing there, looking so ripe and inviting. She licked her lips, a gesture that could awaken a dead man. My dick swelled to life at the sight of the curvaceous and sexy nineteen-year-old girl. Her green eyes glowed. Her large breasts, shaped to perfection by the app, almost spilled out of her low-cut, blue blouse.

“I was hoping we could… talk,” she said. “I just can’t wait until tomorrow to have our private tutoring.”

My dick groaned at the wanton purr in her voice. Here? At church?

“You better help your student out, Steve,” the reverend said, clapping my shoulder, oblivious to the sort of education young Kyleigh truly craved.

To be continued…

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Part two of my third attempt at story writing. Hope you enjoy.

John had just finished packing up the SUV. He was walking back into the house when he called to Tracy.

“Hey babe, you about ready?”

“Oh my god. I said give me 15 minutes,” Tracy yelled from her room.

John walked down the hall and stuck his head in her room. “That was 20 minutes ago.”

“Oh. Well let me finish packing and I’ll get dressed.” Tracy was pulling clothes from her closet and tossing them onto her bed creating a sizable pile. She looked like she had just finished showering. Her long curly red hair was damp and hanging loose. She was only wearing a pair of white panties.

“What have you been doing?” John looked at his watch, “We should have been gone half an hour ago.”

“Sorry Daddy. I just got done with my shower and I’m having trouble deciding what to take.”

“Honey you look great in everything. Just pick something and let’s go,” John said as he turned and left.

Ten minutes later Tracy was running across the driveway to her dad waiting in the SUV. She was wearing a pair of red shorts that ended just below her ass cheeks and looked like they had been painted on. A tight white tank-top that obviously wasn’t covering a bra because John could just barely make out his daughters nipples as he watched her boobs bounce as she ran. She had left her hair hanging loose and it flowed out behind her.

She jumped into the SUV and quickly kissed her father on the cheek. “Sorry for the wait Dad.”

“Finally,” John said putting the vehicle in gear, “Let’s get this show on the road.”

Tracy pulled out her phone as they got on the road.

“Hey babe. Before you get lost in that thing I wanted to talk.”

Tracy put her phone down and said, “Sure. What’s up?”

“You and Nicole seem to have gotten along the few times we’ve gone out together.”

“Yeah. I like her. I told you that.”

“I know,” John said, “I’m just worried about how you and her kids are going to get along. I know they are a couple years younger than you and I’m worried you guys might not have common interests.”

“Stop stressing Dad. I will be on my best behavior and will be nice to them even if they annoy me. I know this is an important weekend for you.”

“Thanks babe.”

“I’ll keep the kids busy so you and Nikki can have some alone time,” Tracy said using air quotes on the word alone.

When John looked over at her she giggled.

“Thanks,” he said, “That would be much appreciated.”

The drove for a few more minutes before Tracy spoke up again, “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” John replied.

“Have you told Nicole about our alone time?” She used the air quotes again.

“Yes I have. We wouldn’t be going out to the cabin if I hadn’t. She didn’t have a problem with it.”

“Really?” Tracy exclaimed. She had been worried about this since her dad began seeing Nicole. She worried that they would have to stop.

“Honey I wouldn’t be with a woman who didn’t understand about our relationship. Me and Nicole discussed this when we first got together. We both were looking for someone who was understanding. She had a similar relationship with her father.”

“Really?” Tracy exclaimed again.

“Really. So don’t be worried. We can be ourselves this weekend.”

Tracy smiled wide. “How long until we get there?”

“About an hour. You can get lost in your phone now,” John told her. He heard the snap of her seatbelt unlatching and looked over.

Tracy had her seatbelt off and was leaning back into the seat and lifting her butt. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and in one smooth motion shed her shorts and panties. She turned in her seat and threw her leg over the center console and rested her foot in her dads crotch. Her hand began rubbing in little circles on her clit.

“Keep your eyes on the road Daddy,” she scolded when he glanced down at her pussy. Her foot rubbed him through his pants.

John quickly glanced around to see if anybody noticed what was happening in his vehicle. The windows were tinted and they were on the highway so he figured they were safe.

“Jesus baby. You’re going to make me crash this thing.”

Tracy didn’t say anything. She just worked her clit and stared at her dad. Her other hand went under her tank-top and began pinching a nipple.

John did his best to keep and eye on the road between glances at his masturbating daughter.

John and Tracy were about ten minutes from the cabin when John came in Tracy’s mouth. Tracy greedily took every drop of semen her dad gave her.

As soon as they had turned off the highway, and Tracy had finished her third orgasm of the drive, she had taken her foot out of her dad’s crotch and replaced it with her head. She had unzipped his shorts, took his cock out, and slipped it in her mouth.

Tracy raised up off her father’s dick and sat back in her seat. She got her shorts and panties from the floorboard and slipped them back on. “We there yet?” She said with a smile.

“Just about,” John said as he stuffed his penis back in his shorts.

They finished the short ride to the cabin in silence but each had a big smile.

John saw Nicole’s car parked in the driveway as they pulled in. He hoped they hadn’t been waiting too long. As he and Tracy got out of the SUV Nicole walked out the front door and onto the porch. She waved at John and asked, “Run into some traffic?”

John waved back, “No. Just got a late start. I see you found the place. Have any problems?”

“No, your directions were great. Didn’t have trouble finding the key either. The twins are swimming in the lake. They saw the water and jumped right in. I’ve been getting everything put away and straightened up a little,” Nicole said as she came off the porch and gave John a hug. She waved to Tracy, “Hey there. Did you enjoy the trip?”

Tracy smiled at Nicole and looked at her dad and said, “The trip up was great.”

“Well good,” Nicole said, “I was just about to make some lunch if you guys are hungry.”

“I’m starving,” John replied pulling his bag from the SUV.

“Need any help?” Tracy asked following Nicole inside.

“No thanks. You can drop your stuff in a room and keep me company though. The twins were in such a hurry to swim they didn’t pick a room so you get first dibs.”

“Great,” Tracy said and headed off down the hallway.

John came in with his bag and dropped it by the door. He walked into the kitchen where Nicole was making sandwiches and hugged her from behind. “Hey there,” he said as he kissed her neck.

“Hey,” she said. “Glad you’re finally here.”

“I’m glad we’re all finally here. I’ve been looking forward to this weekend for over a month now.”

Nicole stopped making the sandwiches and turn around. She raised up on her toes and gave John a kiss. “Me too,” she said as she pulled away, “I can’t wait for Tracy to meet the twins. I hope they get along.”

“I’m sure they will.” John gave Nicole another kiss before saying, “I’m going to go out and say hi to the twins and let them know lunch is about ready.”

“You may have to drag them out of the water,” Nicole told him as she went back to making the sandwiches.

John walked out onto the back deck and took a second to admire the view. The mountain lake looked like a mirror reflecting the cloudless blue sky and the tree covered mountainside across the water. He could hear laughing and splashing as he came down the back steps. When he got down to the water he saw Cassie was on the beach laying on her towel. Chris was in the water kicking his feet and laughing while he tried to splash his sister. He wasn’t getting any water near her so she was just ignoring him.

“Hey guys,” John called to them.

“Hey John,” Chris said and waved.

“Oh good your finally here,” Cassie said as she jumped up and came running to give John a hug.

“Yep. Me and Tracy just got here.” John gave her a hug and said, “Your mom has lunch just about ready so let’s go in and you guys can meet Tracy.”

“Okay,” Cassie said. She ran and grabbed her towel before running up the deck stairs and inside. John waited on the beach while Chris got out of the water and dried off.

“Are we still on for some fishing?” He asked Chris.

“Oh yeah. You still going to let me drive the boat?” Chris replied.

“We’ll see,” John said.

Chris finished toweling off and they went inside to join the others for lunch.

The five of them had lunch and watched a movie inside. Tracy and the twins seemed to get along just fine. When the movie was done they went back out to the beach again and Tracy joined the twins in the water while John and Nicole found some shade and watched then swim while they talked. When dinner time rolled around they all took a trip into the little town about 15 minutes away and ate at the diner.

When they returned to the cabin they all hung out in the living room. John and Nicole had some wine while they watched tv and the twins ended up both fall asleep on the couch. Tracy was glued to her phone laying on the floor. Nicole eventually woke up the twins and sent then off to bed.

The three of them sat in silence for a short time as John and Nicole finished watching their show and Tracy texted to friends. As the credits started to roll on TV Nicole looked over at John and said, “Well now that the twins are in bed..” She reached over and rubbed his crotch. John smiled and said, “I like the way you think.” He unbuttoned his shorts and unzipped them. Nicole reach in and pull out his penis and tugged on it until it was completely hard. Then she leaned down and took it in her mouth. John leaned back and enjoyed the feel of her mouth working up and down on his cock.

It took Tracy a few minutes to realize the show was over and nothing was playing on the television. She turned her head to see what her dad and Nicole were doing. She saw Nicole going down on her dad while he had his head laid back and his hand on the back of Nicole’s head.

Tracy immediately felt herself get wet. She just watched for a little while but eventually she rolled over and her hand went into her own shorts and she began to rub slow little circles on her clit.

John raised his head and opened his eyes and saw Tracy on the floor playing with herself. He smiled at her and said, “I bet Nicole wouldn’t mind some help.”

Nicole came up off his cock and said, “I would love some help.” She waved Tracy over, “You can show me what he likes.”

Tracy got up from the floor and quickly removed her clothed before she joined them on the couch. Nicole had her hand wrapped around the base of John’s cock as she offered it to Tracy.

Tracy eagerly began blowing her father. Nicole stood up and began removing her clothes. John watched as she undress. Nicole had a voluptuous hourglass figure and long dark hair that fell to her waist. Her breast had large dark nipples that stood out like pencil erasers. Wide hips and an ass John referred to as onion booty because “It was so good it made you cry.” A nicely trimmed dark triangle of pubic hair framed her vagina. She sat back down on the couch and threw a leg up giving John an unobstructed view of her pussy as she began to finger herself as she watched his daughter suck him. Nicole slid two fingers into herself as she used her other hand to pinch her nipple.

“You like the view,” Nicole asked John. He nodded his head. “Does watching me masturbate while your daughter sucks your dick get you nice and hard?” He nodded again.

Tracy slipped his cock out of her mouth and said, “I can verify that it does get him nice and hard.”

“Thank you Tracy,” Nicole said.

“You want to know what would make it harder?” John asked.

Both Nicole and Tracy answered, “Yes.”

“Let me eat your pussy,” John told Nicole.

Nicole looked at Tracy and asked, “What do you think?”

“I would,” replied Tracy, “He’s pretty good.”

“Don’t I know it,” Nicole said as she stood up on the couch and straddled John. She looked down at him and smiled as she lowered herself onto his waiting mouth. As John attacked Nicole’s clit with his tongue Tracy went back to sucking his cock. Nicole had a hand full of John’s hair clutched in her hand as she pressed down onto his eager tongue.

Tracy worked on the head of her dad’s cock with her mouth as her hand stroked the shaft. Her other hand was between her legs rubbing her clit. She took the cock from her mouth after a few minutes and began licking the shaft and ball. As she sucked one of John’s balls into her mouth she heard Nicole begin to moan and looked up at her grinding away on his face.

“Just like that,” Nicole moaned, “Oh shit!”

Tracy released the ball from her mouth and stared up the two of them as she continued to stroke her father.

“Fuck baby! I’m gonna cum!” Nicole called out.

Nicole’s legs trembled as she came on John’s face. Tracy could see juice running down her dad’s chin and on to his chest.

When her legs were a little more steady Nicole lifted herself from John’s mouth and sat back down. She collapsed back into the couch. “Damn. I have to catch my breath,” she said.

“Can I have a turn?” Tracy asked as she stroked John.

“Sure thing baby,” John replied. He patted the couch next to him, “Come on up.”

Tracy laid down on the other side of John with her head on the arm of the couch. John positioned himself between his daughter’s legs and went down on her. Tracy closed her eyes and concentrated on the feel of her father’s tongue as it slowly moved on her clit. When a short while later she felt him slip two fingers inside her she opened her eyes and looked down at him. His nose was buried in her light patch of red pubic hair as he plunged his tongue into her. She noticed Nicole looking at her from the other end of the couch. Nicole had one hand rubbing her clit while she watched and the other was making slow circles around one of her nipples. Tracy met Nicole’s gaze and held it. They stared at each other while Nicole played with her clit and John licked Tracy’s pussy. The feeling of her father’s mouth on her vagina and the visual of Nicole rubbing hers while she looked on was getting Tracy very worked up. It didn’t take long before Tracy’s hips started bucking as she came. John grabbed her thighs as she bucked but kept his mouth on her and kept licking her clit. Nicole kept her eyes locked with Tracy and worked her own clit faster as her climax started to build.

Tracy’s head was swimming as her orgasm worked through her. She could barely think but kept looking at Nicole. She could see Nicole’s hand moving faster and her breathing getting quicker. Finally Nicole broke the stare as her head dropped back and she started to moan. Tracy looked down as Nicole’s pussy began to squirt. It shot a stream onto her dad’s ass and pumped out a few more squirts. Tracy could see Nicole’s thighs quivering.

As both Tracy and Nicole’s orgasms subsided John lift his head out of his daughter’s crotch.

“Well. That was awesome,” he said as he sat up.

“You can say that again,” Nicole replied.

Tracy stayed silent as she caught her breath.

Nicole sat up and gave John a kiss. As she came away from his mouth she licked her lips.

“Mmmm. You taste good,” she said before kissing him again. She then licked the juice from around his mouth and chin. “Very nice.”

“Would you like to try some,” Tracy asked with a smile.

Nicole looked at John.

“If she’s okay with it so am I,” John replied to the look.

“I would love that,” Nicole said.

John got up and switched places with Nicole.

Nicole leaned over to Tracy and began kissing her. Their tongues explored each others mouths. Nicole’s hands moved to Tracy’s tits and started to caress them. She eventually stopped kissing Tracy’s mouth and began trailing kisses down her neck. Her mouth moved to one of Tracy’s nipples and began to suck. As Nicole worked on the nipple her hand moved down to Tracy’s pussy and she slid in two fingers. She gently bit and sucked the nipple while her fingers worked in and out of Tracy.

Tracy was watching her dad now as Nicole sucked and fingered her. He was sitting back stroking his cock and enjoying the show.

Nicole released her nipple and trailed kisses down her stomach. Nicole gave Tracy one last kiss right above her wispy patch of pubic hair before burying her face in it. Tracy immediately moaned. Nicole had found her g-spot and was gently rubbing it with her finger tips as she sucked Tracy’s clit. Her tongue began making quick little flicks on the clit before sucking it again. She kept switching between the sucking and flicking but not at any rhythm Tracy could figure out, so she never knew when the switch was going to happen and the anticipation was increasing her pleasure when it did happen. Her dad was good but Nicole was on another level.

Tracy noticed her dad begin to move behind Nicole. He was positioning himself behind her with his cock in hand. His other hand found Nicole’s hip and steadied her as he guided his cock to her. He slowly sank his dick into Nicole’s pussy. She moaned into Tracy’s vagina but never stopped fingering or licking her.

John fucked Nicole while watching her eat out his daughter.

“Does that feel good baby?” He asked Tracy.

“Yes Daddy,” she purred.

Nicole lifted her head up from Tracy long enough to say, “It feels wonderful.” Then she was right back to the clit.

Tracy was really enjoying the new feeling of Nicole’s mouth being pushed into her with each of her dad’s thrusts. Plus, she had never seen her father fuck anyone else before and it was very thrilling. It didn’t take long before she felt another orgasm building.

As Tracy began to cum on Nicole’s mouth John knew he didn’t have much longer before he was cumming too. When Tracy finally finish he told them he was about to cum.

Nicole lift her head and pulled herself off his dick. She turned around quickly and grabbed his cock as it began to pump out semen. The first two shots were out before she could get him in her mouth. She took the rest and swallowed it down as he pumped into her mouth. When he was finished he collapsed back onto the couch. Nicole had cum from the first two shots on her cheek and some that had fallen onto her tits. Tracy helped her with that. She sat up and licked her dad’s cum from Nicole’s breasts. Then she licked it off Nicole’s cheek. Before she could pull away Nicole grabbed her and started kissing her.

Soon both of them joined John on the couch as he was catching his breath.

“Well. I don’t know about you guys but that was pretty fucking amazing,” Nicole said.

“Yes it was,” John replied.

“I could go again,” Tracy said with a smile.

John and Nicole shared a look, and both felt smiles start to form on their faces. This was going to be a great weekend.

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I accidentally deleted this story trying to delete something else, I’m so sorry! Please leave any feedback, I want to continue to improve!!

It had been a long week for 29 year old Jamie Green. She worked as a personal assistant at a high power law firm in the city, and the near constant stream of consultations and phone calls meant she was excruciatingly busy all week. Her boss, Mr. Harvey, took every opportunity to criticise her performance; berating her for messing up a phone greeting, making her go all the way back to the coffee shop to correct his order, and even rolling his eyes at her asking if he needed anything before she went home for the night. By the time 6pm came around, all Jamie wanted to do was have a quiet evening in and get a long night’s sleep.

 

Jamie walked into her small apartment and flicked on the light to the main room, her purse tucked under one arm. Kicking her black high heels off, she sighed with relief. She dropped her bag on a nearby console table, grabbing her cell phone out of it before making her way to the bedroom directly off the living area. She stood in front of the mirrored closet doors and examined her figure as she disrobed.

 

At five feet ten inches tall, Jamie was taller than many of her female friends, and even a few of the guys who she had dated over the years. Rather than be self conscious about this, she loved her body and her height. It got her a lot of attention, from men and women alike.

 

Her long legs seemed to go on for miles, ending below a plump, round ass and curvaceous hips. Her soft stomach wasn’t perfectly flat, but she still oozed confidence in her body. Jamie admired herself as she took her bra off, revealing her creamy breasts and soft pink nipples. She sighed, shivering softly as she released her long caramel coloured hair from the bun she wore all day at work. She smiled to herself as she heard the text notification go off on her phone.

 

Jamie turned and picked her phone up off her bed, gazing down at the message that had appeared on her screen. “Hey Jamie, thinking of having a few drinks, are you in?” the message read. It was from one of her friends she hadn’t heard from in weeks, Kelsey. Jamie was a little surprised at the invite, Kelsey hadn’t been up to going out on the weekend for over a year, ever since she and her boyfriend Marcus got engaged. Without thinking much more about it, Jamie considered her options. On one hand, she missed her friend and wanted to let loose and catch up… But on the other, after the week she had, a night in on the couch was very tempting…

 

Before she could think more on it, Jamie’s phone buzzed again; another text from Kelsey. “I could really some company, Marcus left me.” Shocked at this sudden news, Jamie hurriedly replied, “Oh my God, Kels. I’m so sorry. Yes, I will absolutely be there. What bar are we meeting at?” Almost immediately Kelsey replied, “No bar, just my place.” Jamie sighed and texted her friend back, acknowledging the plan before getting ready to go.

 

Jamie opened her car door and looked up at the small house in front of her. A soft sky blue summer dress with white daisies hugged her body, her small nipples pressing against the fabric as the crisp spring evening air danced across her skin. Jamie hadn’t bothered with a bra, her B cup boobs weren’t very big and she knew she could get away with it, but now she was suddenly very aware of the way her dress rubbed against her breasts as she approached the front door of her friend’s home.

 

Kelsey stood in the doorway, her shoulder length purple hair framed her round face and even with the smile on her lips, it was obvious she had been crying. Jamie’s heart broke for her friend as she immediately hugged her. “Kels I’m really sorry. This kind of shit is never easy.” Jamie said as she stepped back from their hug. Kelsey motioned her into the house and let out a defeated sigh. “I just can’t believe he actually left me. I caught HIM cheating, and HE left ME.” Jamie’s jaw dropped. “He cheated on you??” She exclaimed. Kelsey nodded, leading the way into the kitchen where she grabbed two shot glasses and a bottle of tequila.

 

“He sure did. I came home early to surprise him last night, since he works from home nowadays. He was literally fucking his ex girlfriend on my couch when I walked in.” She poured a shot of tequila and downed it. “And after I freaked out and kicked her out of the house, he came clean and said he had been seeing her again for months.”

 

Jamie could see the tears welling in Kelsey’s eyes. “Kels, you don’t have to tell me the details if it’s too fresh. I’m so sorry that he isn’t the man you thought he was.” Kelsey shook her head and continued, “I have to say it, it’s too much for me to keep inside. He told me that he fell out of love with me and didn’t know how to tell me. That he didn’t want to hurt me and he thought that maybe it was wedding planning jitters, but it wasn’t. Then he had the audacity to tell me, after I caught him balls deep in another woman, that he thought we should see other people and break up.”

 

Kelsey suddenly erupted into tears. Jamie was surprised by this but quickly stepped over to her friend, giving her a reassuring hug. “Kelsey he is such a scum bag, I’m so so sorry.” Being several inches shorter, Kelsey cried into Jamie’s chest. ‘So much for hoping she didn’t notice my lack of a bra..’ Jamie thought as she patted her friends head and comforted her, waiting for her to gather herself.

 

As Kelsey pulled away she wiped her eyes. “I’m just so confused. I thought we were happy.” Jamie nodded empathetically, her heart heavy. “I think we have all been there, Kels.” Kelsey sighed and looked at Jamie before pouring each of them a shot of tequila. They drank the shots quickly and Kelsey immediately poured another round.

 

The next few hours went by quickly as the two friends made drinks and continued to take shots of tequila, Kelsey became less sad as the night wore on and she realised she was going to be better off now. She confided in Jamie that she had been unsure of her relationship with Marcus for a long time, and that maybe this was a blessing in disguise. Jamie Couldn’t be sure, but she thought she caught Kelsey looking at her breasts more than once. ‘Crap I bet she can totally see my nipples. I should have worn a bra..’ she thought to herself.

 

“I mean, I did love him. I think? I can’t be sure anymore, because I really did think we were happy! But clearly he wasn’t attracted to me anymore..” Kelsey sighed and looked at the floor. Jamie watched her friend as she spoke, unable to believe any man could see anything but pure beauty in Kelsey. She had soft porcelain skin, a curvy body hidden under a loose sweater and jeans, and a sweet almost angelic face. She changed her hair colour often, and the current shade of purple she had suited her so well.

 

“Kels, don’t take this the wrong way but Marcus is a fucking idiot if he didn’t think you were enough. You’re so smart and kind and loving, not to mention stunningly beautiful.” Jamie told her friend, before continuing. “Any man should feel blessed to have you in his life. Hell, I’d be smitten if I had a girl like you by my side. You’re perfect.” Kelsey smiled and looked up at Jamie, tilting her head to the side a bit. “You’re just saying that to make me feel better.” Jamie shook her head. “I am not! You can do so much better than Marcus.” Jamie looked at her friend, hoping that Kelsey believed her. She was being sincere. Kelsey sipped her drink and giggled to herself, blushing a little.

 

“Why are you laughing?” Jamie asked, a smile dancing across her own lips now as well. Kelsey looked at her and giggled more, biting her lip before saying, “You’re not wrong about being able to do better than him… in bed.” Taken by surprise, Jamie looked at her friend, her eyebrows raised. Kelsey burst out laughing and relaxed back into her chair, and for the first time all night Jamie saw a glimmer of her old friend. The happy girl she had known before. “Kelsey! You know you have to tell me all the details now. How bad could he be?? Selfish lover or just didn’t know what to do?” Kelsey smiled and nodded, “Oh definitely both. He never even went down on me once.”

 

Kelsey quickly slapped her hand across her mouth and her cheeks blushed deep pink, embarrassed by her admission. Jamie laughed out loud at the sudden revelation, and her friend’s reaction. “He truly was a fool then, good God.” Kelsey blushed more, and then burst out laughing with Jamie. The two friends leaned closer over the table as Jamie poured them another shot. They downed the tequila and continued to gossip about Marcus and his lacklustre skills in bed. Kelsey revealed how she hadn’t had a real orgasm with him in over three years, that she always had to fake it and then finish herself off later. The two women eventually decided to take the conversation to the living room, but Kelsey froze.

 

“I can’t sit on that couch… That’s where I caught them.” The sadness returned to her eyes and voice, and Jamie could sense her distress. Quickly she offered an alternative. “Well you have a TV in your room, right? Let’s watch a movie in there and just chill. No couch needed.” Kelsey agreed and walked up the stairs to her bedroom, with Jamie following.

 

Jamie couldn’t help but admire her friend’s ass as she climbed the stairs, even fully clothed it was easy to tell she had an incredible body. She was surprised at the feelings of desire she was having for her friend, but shrugged it off. This was not the time for feelings like this, her friend needed her for support.

 

They entered the bedroom and Kelsey told Jamie to make herself at home. “Jamie, do you care if I change real quick? I don’t want to wear jeans in my bed.” Jamie’s heart skipped a beat. She had seen Kelsey in various stages of undress before, they had been friends for years after all. Why did this time feel different? “Girl it’s your house and I’ve seen your bare ass before at parties, change your clothes if you want!”

 

Kelsey laughed at Jamie’s words and turned away from her friend, swiftly pulling her sweater off over her head. Her bra came off next and Jamie blushed, looking away even though all she could see was her friend’s smooth bare back. Quickly Kelsey slipped an oversized tee shirt on over her head, letting it drape over her body and falling below her ass. She then unzipped her jeans and pushed them down. Jamie glanced at her friend and swore she saw a glimpse of flesh under the tee shirt. Her heart raced at the idea that Kelsey wasn’t wearing panties as she watched her turn the light off and slip into the bed. Kelsey climbed under the covers with Jamie and propped herself up on a pillow on one side of the bed, turning the TV on as she did.

 

Kelsey put a movie on Netflix and the two friends watched, chatting off and on through the film. By the time the credits rolled, the conversation had turned back to the fall of Kelsey’s relationship with Marcus.

 

“I just can’t believe I wasted so much time with him. And that even after years of bad sex I thought we could make it work. As if bad sex wouldn’t ruin it in ten or fifteen years if we had made it that far.” Kelsey sighed as she rolled over on her side, facing her friend. Jamie looked at her and laid back in the bed, adjusting the pillow under her head. “And you’re serious that he never went down on you??” Jamie asked, surprising even herself. Kelsey’s cheeks turned bright pink and she bit her lip a little, nodding. “I asked him to and he said no. He said he didn’t like the taste of pussy, and that it was different than me blowing him because the only time I tasted anything was when he would cum.”

 

Jamie propped up on her elbow facing her friend, one eyebrow raised.  “So he still had you suck his stupid dick?? And never reciprocated.” Kelsey nodded, a look of embarrassment flashing across her face. Jamie shook her head. “Well he’s wrong. About a lot of things, but especially about pussy tasting bad. I bet he’s just lazy and didn’t want to do it.” Kelsey looked into her friends eyes and tilted her head slightly. “Wait, have you… have you gone down on a woman before?”

 

Now it was Jamie’s turn to be embarrassed. she nodded, feeling her cheeks flush as Kelsey’s eyes widened. “Umm, yeah I have. A few times actually, in high school and again in college.” Kelsey’s jaw dropped. Jamie suddenly felt very vulnerable and self conscious, a new experience for the typically bubbly and confident young woman. “It wasn’t anything serious really, just little flings. Exploring sexuality with friends and all that.” Jamie told her friend, with a touch of defensiveness in her voice. Kelsey stared at Jamie intently as she spoke, making Jamie slightly uncomfortable. “Well uh.. how was it?”

 

Kelsey’s words took Jamie by surprise. She had not envisioned talking to her friend about her experimental sex with other girls being a topic of conversation for the evening. Jamie shrugged, her cheeks still pink. “It was fun..” she said, before adding, “I liked making them feel good. Using my mouth and fingers to push them over the edge, having the favour returned.. it was just a lot of fun.” Jamie watched her friend intently, waiting for her reaction. You could have heard a pin drop in the room. Kelsey bit her lip and shuffled a little in the bed, looking at Jamie. ‘Is that.. longing on her face?’ Jamie thought, studying her friend’s expression.

 

Jamie laid back in the bed again and looked away from Kelsey, unsure of what the next second would hold, but much to Jamie’s dismay Kelsey didn’t say anything. The two friends laid together in silence for what felt like eternity. Then, Kelsey took a deep breath and looked at her friend. Jamie looked back into Kelsey’s eyes, the glow of the TV illuminating her face. “If I asked you to go down on me…. Would you?”

 

Jamie felt like time stood still. Her heart stopped and she searched Kelsey’s face, trying to decipher the look she was seeing. Was her friend really asking her to perform oral sex on her? Could she really consider saying YES?! Kelsey bit her lip and the colour rose in her cheeks, but her eyes looked intense. ‘She actually wants this. Like really actually wants it…’ Jamie thought. She weighed her words carefully before speaking.

 

“Kelsey, do you really want me to eat you out?” Kelsey nodded immediately, taking another deep breath and leaning in close, her lips inches from Jamie’s. “Please..” she whispered, a hint of desperation in her voice. That was all Jamie needed to hear, and she quickly closed the distance and pressed her lips against Kelsey’s. She closed her eyes and pulled her friend close, kissing her with more passion as she felt their bodies touch against each other. One hand slid up into Kelsey’s hair, holding her head as they kissed, the other hand resting on the curve of her waist.

 

Jamie pulled back from the kiss after several minutes, looking at Kelsey and seeing the lust in her eyes. She gently pushed her friend back on the bed, scooting up to her and leaning over her slightly as she traced a fingertip from Kelsey’s chin slowly down her neck and over her chest. Jamie kissed Kelsey again and nuzzled her softly, her finger running across Kelsey’s hard nipple, eliciting a soft moan from her friend. Jamie smiled and kissed her more, tracing her fingers down lower over Kelsey’s stomach and hips, slowly pulling the hem of her long shirt up. Before completely exposing her lower body Jamie stopped and looked at Kelsey. “You’re absolutely sure you want to do this? I don’t want to do anything you don’t want to do.” Kelsey smiled and nodded, stealing another kiss from her friend. Jamie grinned and pulled the bottom of Kelsey’s shirt up over her hips, exposing her bare pussy and confirming Jamie’s suspicion that she hadn’t been wearing panties.

 

Gazing down at Kelsey’s body she could see her plump pussy lips, completely hairless between her legs. Kelsey quickly removed her shirt entirely, her round breasts coming into view. Jamie admired her body and slowly traced one finger down over Kelsey’s hips, biting her lip as she reached the pubis, feeling the heat radiating off of Kelsey’s hot pussy. Carefully, Jamie touched her friend’s slit, enjoying the soft sounds Kelsey made as she made contact. Kelsey’s legs spread slightly and she looked at Jamie, letting her friend explore her delicate folds.

 

Jamie took her time, teasing Kelsey as she slipped her finger slowly between her labia, grazing over her clit softly before sinking her finger directly into Kelsey’s pussy. Kelsey gasped, arching her back softly as she felt Jamie’s finger pushing all the way into her wet slit, before slowly pulling back out. Kelsey looked at Jamie, her breathing already unsteady. Jamie sucked her finger into her mouth, tasting her friends wetness. “I fucking knew it, you taste amazing…”

 

Looking down at Kelsey’s sexy body, Jamie leaned down over her friend. She slowly brought her tongue across her right breast, circling around Kelsey’s nipple before suckling it softly, bringing her hand up to massage her other boob. Kelsey moaned softly and closed her eyes, basking in the attention Jamie was giving her. Her hand ran over the back of Jamie’s head, tugging her long hair gently. Jamie looked up from her friend’s chest and smiled, flicking her tongue across her nipple once more before she slid her leg over Kelsey’s waist and straddled her. The two friends locked eyes and Jamie smiled mischievously, pulling her dress off over her head and dropping it off the side of the bed.

 

Kelsey bit her lip and watched as Jamie’s pert tits came into view. Nervously she reached up and slid her fingers across both her nipples, rubbing her thumbs over them gently. “Honestly I had been hoping I’d see these tonight from the moment I realised you didn’t have a bra on.” Kelsey giggled as she spoke, watching Jamie as she pressed her panty-clad ass down over her hips gently. Jamie smiled and arched her back a little, tracing her fingers down her friends arms. “Well I didn’t think this was on the table tonight but I’m not gonna lie and tell you that I’m not happy it happened.”

 

The two women smiled and Kelsey ran her hands down her friend’s hips and over her shapely ass, massaging her over the thin white cotton panties she still had on. Jamie shivered and lifted her hips a little, leaning over her friend she kissed her passionately on the lips. She slid her tongue over Kelsey’s lower lip, biting it gently. In turn Kelsey slipped her tongue out of her mouth, pressing it against Jamie’s as the two kissed. Jamie slipped a hand down between them and touched Kelsey’s pussy again, causing her friend to moan out in surprise as she touched her swollen clit. Jamie grinned and rubbed her friend’s clit with purpose, loving how the slippery little pearl squirmed under her touch.

 

Kelsey continued to moan and tipped her head back, spreading her legs out more as Jamie toyed with her clit. “Oh my fucking God, Jamie!” She squealed, gasping a little as Jamie pulled her fingers away. Jamie kissed her friend once more and started inching down her body, slowly dragging her tongue across her tits and belly, nipping her soft flesh as she positioned herself between Kelsey’s spread legs. Finally with her friends sopping pussy in front of her face, Jamie sighed happily, kissing the inside of Kelsey’s thighs as she inched closer and closer to her hot slit.

 

Without warning Jamie slid her tongue up through the folds of Kelsey’s pussy, causing her friend to gasp loudly and jerk her hips. Jamie smiled and slipped her hands up the inside of Kelsey’s thighs, pushing her legs out wider as she continued dragging her tongue up and down the other woman’s drenched pussy. Pressing her tongue against Kelsey’s small clit, Jamie rolled it against the little pearl, suckling it gently between her lips as she did. Kelsey moaned more, throwing her arms above her head and closing her eyes. She never dreamed that having a tongue on her clit would feel so good, but now that she had it she knew there was no going back.

 

Jamie closed her eyes and slipped her tongue down Kelsey’s cunt, lapping up her plentiful juices as her tongue found her wet hole. She tenderly pushed her tongue into her friend, glad to be the one to cause the moans of pleasure escaping Kelsey’s mouth with her tongue-fucking. Jamie slid her hands up Kelsey’s thighs to her pussy, she pulled her tongue back out of her friends dripping hole and looked at the beautiful pussy before her.

 

Gently she slid her fingertips over the soft outer labia completely concealing the treasures within. Slowly, Jamie spread apart her friends sexy pussy lips, revealing her glistening clit. Smiling to herself she spread Kelsey’s pussy more, revealing her small fuck hole that was dripping with her girly cum. Holding her pussy open, Jamie dove back in with new ferocity.

 

She sucked firmly on Kelsey’s little love button, causing her friend to squeal with delight once more as her breathing intensified. Rolling her tongue around the hardened little bud, Jamie easily slipped two fingers deep inside Kelsey’s soaked pussy. Focusing on rubbing her fingertips across her friend’s g-spot. She continued her assault on Kelsey’s clit, switching between suckling on it firmly and rolling her tongue across it in waves, it wasn’t long before Jamie felt Kelsey tensing up underneath her.

 

Jamie knew her friend was close to cumming and increased the pressure on her swollen clit, grinding her tongue against it firmly as her two fingers slid in and out of Kelsey’s pussy, her juices dripping down Jamie’s palm as she worked her g-spot furiously. “Oh my God Jamie don’t stop! Don’t stop, I’m cumming!” Kelsey screamed out, panting as she exploded into orgasm. Jamie had no intention of stopping and sucked hard on her friend’s little clit, her fingers being gripped firmly by Kelsey’s pulsating cunt. Jamie smiled to herself and kept going, pressing firmly on Kelsey’s g-spot as she screamed in delight, her breath coming in short gasps as her hot pussy gushed even more of her nectar over Jamie’s hand.

 

Kelsey looked down at Jamie and shuddered, she gently pushed her hand against her friend’s forehead and moaned softly, signalling to Jamie that she needed a break after her explosive orgasm. Jamie smiled up at Kelsey and slowly pulled her fingers completely out of Kelsey’s spent cunt, causing her friend to groan at the feeling of emptiness. Jamie sucked both her fingers into her mouth and shivered, tasting Kelsey’s sweet nectar. Kelsey watched her, totally transfixed by the sight of her friend suckling her cum off her fingers.

 

“I had no idea it would feel like that.” Kelsey whispered breathily, her sweaty chest rising and falling rapidly as she came down from the earth shattering orgasm she just had. Jamie tilted her head and softly kissed her friend’s soaked pussy, licking her outer lips very gently. “Are you telling me that nobody had ever eaten you out before? At all??” Jamie asked, blown away at the possibility she was the first one to ever taste such a divine cunt.

 

Kelsey nodded and blushed a little, propping her knees up on either side of Jamie’s body. Jamie smiled and sat up, crawling over her friend’s body and leaning her face close to Kelsey’s. Softly she whispered, “Well have you ever tasted yourself?” Kelsey shook her head and Jamie immediately pressed her lips to her friend’s, pushing her tongue into Kelsey’s mouth. Kelsey moaned softly and closed her eyes, sliding her hands over Jamie’s plump ass as they kissed, tasting her sweet cum on Jamie’s tongue.

 

Jamie broke the kiss and grinned at her friend, looking deep into her eyes. “I can literally come over and do this for you again any time you want.” She teased, causing Kelsey to giggle and tug at the waistband of Jamie’s soft panties. “I uhh… I’d like that.. I’d also like to….” Kelsey trailed off, her cheeks turning bright pink. Jamie placed a hand on her friend’s cheek and gazed into her eyes, planting a gentle kiss on her lips. “Say it. Tell me what you want. This can be a whole new chapter for both of us, if we really want it…” Kelsey looked up into Jamie’s eyes, slipping her fingertips into the waist of Jamie’s panties. “I umm, I want to eat you out too.. please? I want to make you feel good.”

 

Jamie grinned and kissed her friend hard, nodding as she ran her tongue over Kelsey’s teasingly before whispering, “Any time, any place. But tonight is all about you… tomorrow if you still want to we can play more and you can have a turn making me cum…”

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Alison Uncovered

“Oh no, I couldn’t” said Alison to me as we were wandering from stall to stall in St. Tropez market. “Jim would never allow me out in anything as short…or even around the house.You could almost see my bum when I bent over”
I was wearing my usual ‘bum freezer’ short skirt, which did reveal my bum when I bent over. Alison, my English neighbour, who had just moved to my local village, with her husband, Jim , and had allowed me to have my wicked way with her, when Jim was working in a boatyard in St. Nazaire. She discovered that night, that she was not the boring, prim housewife that she always thought she was.
The two of us strolled in the warm sun, amongst all the different stalls trying to choose some bits and pieces for her summer wardrobe, and had already bought another 3 thongs, for the price of two, for her, this time in black, dark blue and white to go with the red one I presented her on our “seduction” evening. She had not worked up the courage to show Jim, but she loved it and was walking around in the tiny piece of fabric, cut between her bum cheeks. “It really is lovely to wear and I feel naughtily naked under my skirt” she giggled.
“OK, if not a skirt too short for Jim, what about this lovely, floaty, knee length skirt. Oh and with pretty buttons up the front. You could leave the bottom two undone, to give you added freedom ?”
“Yes, it is pretty in this floral print” she said as she held it at her waist. I would like to try it on” Alison was shown to the back of the stall into a makeshift cubicle. I was able to peer over the top as she changed skirts.
“Oh Alison, you are still wearing tights, and it spoils the feel of that very lovely thong underneath. It is warm today, why not slip them off and put those horrid things in your bag…or even the litterbin” as I admonished her.
So, on with the new skirt, and she loved it and her own skirt went into the bag with her tights. “Thank you Jenni , what now?”
“Well, we have the groceries and prawns from the market, what about a light lunch at the harbour?” Delighted, we set off down a small side street towards the restaurants and cafés when we passed a very smart lingerie shop. Well, I stopped but Alison was wandering on. “Hang on, Alison, look here.” She turned around and, as she started to walk back to join me, I noticed that when the sun was on her, the lovely new skirt was almost transparent. mmmmmm NICE, I thought, but I will not tell her, knowing that she would never wear it again, and think that it was a waste of money.
Joining me to look in the window, she told me that she had already bought her underwear.
“No, look what is up there” and pointed to a range of suspender-belts in all pretty shapes and colours. “I don’t think so Jenni, as you know I adore yours but Jim, I am sure would not like me too wear one.”
“He likes to see me in mine, whenever we have had drinks or a meal together.”
“Well, that is different, and he would not like me to go ‘parading around’ in a suspender- belt and stockings. My goodness, the thongs are going to be difficult enough to explain, and you dear Jenni, will get blamed for being a bad influence on me !” she told me.
With that, we both wandered down to the harbour, with me occasionally checking just how much of Alisons legs were on show, under the light and flimsy new skirt. Quite a lot now that I am looking, and I could almost see her red thong when the light breeze tightened the material around her bum. I loved it, but I am not sure Alison would, and certainly she would be embarrassed. Still the hint of shyness, strait-laced, and the English housewife about her. Sigh.
We sat at an outside table facing the obscenely expensive and vulgar yachts, backed onto the harbour walk, to enjoy people watching.
Alison ordered the Salade Niçoise and I the Spaghetti Carbonara, and sipped from our bottle of delicious provençal rosé.
As I lit one of my hand made roll-up cigarettes, I leant back letting the warm sun bathe me. “JENNI, do be more careful, because when you are sitting down, even with your knees together, I can see your knickers, and so can anyone else who cares to look!”
“Alison, never mind, and I am only interested in one person looking at my pussy” as I looked her directly, opened my knees a little wider, and dared her not to look down.
She did of course, and pretending not to stare, I asked her if she was enjoying the view, which is for you alone Alison. She lowered her eyes to her rolling the napkin between her fingers and quietly murmured “Yesssssssss, lovely”
“Sorry, I didn’t hear, what did you say?” Alison looked up at me a little sheepishly, and replied in a louder voice, “I said yes, lovely” and started to giggle as she returned her gaze to my thong covered pussy. Giggling with her, I widened my thighs a little more saying, “Well that is all right then”
“BUT, you are sitting there like an old spinster, with your new skirt buttoned all the way down to your calves….Go on, undo at least unbutton or two, and perhaps for you, to daringly expose your knees to the Mediterranean sun…feel the warm breeze wafting up your legs…let the air breeze against you thong, and for me, flaunt your knickers.”
3oh all right, but do not expect me to expose my knickers to anyone…not even to you in such a public place”

It was at that moment the young waitress arrived with our two lunches, and almost dropped my spaghetti into my lap as she also took in the tiny fabric covering my pubes.
“Pardon” I said to her as I looked up at her, still not closing my thighs, and standing beside Alison, stared back down at my crotch, saying “Je t’en pris et……bon appetit”
As we both giggled at this, I watched the waitress return inside, and when she reached the bar, turned and looked at me, and smiled. Mmmmmmm I must make sure to return here soon.
I was brought back from my lascivious thoughts, by Alison’s voice “The waitress was staring up your skirt.” “I know” I replied, but I think she was wondering where I bought it with its blue polka-dot design?” Now giggling like youngsters let out for the day from school, we finished our meal, and the bottle of rosé. We ordered a coffee and when it arrived, the waitress placed two small glasses of liquer as well.
I looked her straight into her eyes, again opened my knees for her gaze, and beamed at her. “Merci BEAUCOUP, cherie” and she replied “Egalement” and departed with eyes sparkling. “You are very wicked Jenni, but, I have somehow become more relaxed and free-er as never before,than when I am with you.”
Before I could reply, the waitress was back with our bill. I did not catch her look but watched her bum wiggle back inside the café. I picked up the bill and there was another slip of paper underneath. It had the name Mireille, and a mobile phone number. MMMMMM
We went “dutch” for the meal, and as we were about to go, Alison asked , “I have had a bit of a think over lunch, and if it were all right with you, could we perhaps pop in to that lingerie shop that we looked in?” “LET’S GO Alison” and set off with a tiny wave, holding on to her slip of paper, to a very attractive smiling waitress.
Back to the side street shop, and I bundled Alison inside, greeted the 40s something lady inside, to find my friend here “les jaratelles”, and stockings to match.
“Shall we try everything in black as a starter ? You foind mine sexy, so why not begin there?” Alison was getting I,nto the spirit of being in this quiet back street shop, and agreed.
Madame returned with trhee or four variations, led Alison into the spacious changing room and firmly drew the curtain across in front of me. Now, Alison did not speak nor understand much French, and I could hear the soothing orders spoken to her.
A seductive voice, and pleasant pressure was being extolled. “Oh yes Madame, it is necessary to remove your skirt”, and “oh what a very nice panty you wear, did you buy it locally. Now allow me, if you just turn around and I can fasten this lovely suspender-belt.
No? Bien sûr, Madame I can kneel here and stretch around to fasten it. Almost there, Madame, and your thong is very small…admirable. Now, to tuck the suspenders under your knickers, there we are. Now, let us look in the mirror at how you like that?”
I was getting so horny at all this unseen chat, but when I tried to look in, the curtain was again firmly drawn across, excluding me from the fitting. It seemed to last all afternoon, and all I could hear was the chat of the change of design and fitting, and the constant chatter of the sales-lady UNTIL, it all went very quiet inside the cubicle, apart from, the odd sigh and gasp from Alison, and the reassuring questions from the sales-lady. ‘How does that feel? Is it comfortable when you bend down? Oh Madame, that seems a better type of ‘jaratelles’ , but let us see what it is like when you turn around. Perfect, and may I say Madame, that your red thong is beautiful and I love the way it is buried between your very nice bottom. I prefer a different style myself, look, it is of a looser panty with wider legs, and gives one more freedom….and access.”
All went quiet for a few moments, and I heard Alison cry out a breath of pure lust. I got close to the curtain, and peeked in.
Alison was standing with her back against the cubicle wall, legs wide apart and holding the sales-lady’s head firmly between her thighs. Sales-lady was kneeling with her face buried in Alison’s pussy, and with her skirt bunched up around her hips, was furiously frigging herself in time to her stabbing tongue.
I stopped myself from interrupting, but did a rotten thing and get out my cell-phone to take 3 or 4 shots of the very sexy scene.
I went back into the shop, and waited for both of them to emerge from the back changing room.

“Well, that took some time, but have you found something you liked?” said I rather huffily. “Oh yes, sorry, but Joelle, was very thorough, and we tried different things. We decided on this suspender-belt and these two pairs of stockings. You like?”
Alison, was looking a little flustered but lifted her skirt to show me her new purchases. Those are gorgeous Alison, but weren’t you wearing your red thong when you came in here?”……………..”God, Jenni, yes, Oh….Joelle removed them to make the fitting easier.”
Madame Joelle, kept her appearance, and coyly smiled at me saying, ”If you are happy with these, I will retrieve Madame’s underthings whilst you prepare to pay for the items.”
On payment, the sales lady, Joelle, handed Alison, the receipt, and then, with a great show, handed out the shop’s business card telling us that, “You will see on it the shop’s telephone number, and I have written on the back my private mobile number for you both, if ever you desire another fitting? Oh I forgot the thong” I teasingly said to her,”No don’t bother; Do keep them here for Alison’ next visit!” “Mmmmm merci à vous madame” as we left her shop, smiling like a Cheshire cat. ”She will be chewing on your thong before we reach the car, licking and tasting you” Alison blushed, and changed the subject.

“Well that was a fun day, Jenni. What are we doing now?” Alison, I thought, was teasing me and when we got to my car, before she could open her passenger door, I pulled her skirt up over her hips and pressed myself against her bum, but leaving enough to expose her to whoever was near. To my surprise, she hardly flinched and even leant against the car with her elbows on the roof, and pushed her bum out towards me. Bunching her skirt in one hand I stepped back, exposing to the light breeze, and passers-by her bare bum, encased by a lovely black suspender-belt and long, snug and sheer nylons.
“Naughty, naughty Alison” as I smacked her buttocks. I then thrust my fingers between her legs, and found a very wet entrance to her cunt. My fingers pushed in and out of her sopping pussy for 5 or 6 seconds, stopping locals in their tracks, before I bundled Alison into my car.
Just before we set off, I leaned across and let Alison, suck her juices of my fingers. Her tongue rolled around my fingers and let out a sigh when I removed them, moving down to unbutton her skirt almost up to her waist. “Don’t you dare cover yourself, as this is your punishment for being so naughty.” I told her and started the car.
Pedestrians would see, as we crawled along the small streets of the town, stopping at various crossing and red lights, a passenger leaning back with eyes closed, skirt lying open, exposing her sexy stockinged thighs, and her dark triangle of pubic hair.
“Oh Jenni, I am blushing to think what I have been doing…..exposing myself to all and sundry, and not caring. I feel sort of liberated.”
“Don’t forget the little episode in the lingerie shop, and to help you remember.Lookee here.” as I handed across my cellphone with the images of the Joelle’s face pushed up into Alison’s pussy, with her leaning back against the wall, with her hands pulling Joelle’s mouth into her open snatch.
“OH, Jenni, what a rotten thing to do….but….it does look so deliciously dirty and erotic. Is that really me? Heheee.” Without another word, Alison leant farther back, and I am sure, recalling Joelle’s muff dive, let her fingers stroke her exposed pussy. At one traffic light, I leant across and stuck my tongue down Alison’s throat, exploring every inch of her open lips. “Ooooooo, I taste pussy juices Alison. Did you do the same to Joelle? I missed that? Heheee” The car behind blew its horn to get us moving on the green light, and it was just as well, as a small crowd was gathering on the pavement to watch our antics. My tongue in Alison’s mouth and her fingers stroking her open thighs and pussy clit.
Despite the distraction of watching Alison’s fingers now slipping in and out of a wet pussy, and my hand stroking her clit, we managed to get back to my driveway safely.

When I had parked, at the side of my house, I leant across again, and found a nipple to squeeze and pull on, making Alison groan and shudder in excitement. “Oh quick, can we please just quickly get indoors, Jenni. I need to “finish off” if you catch my drift?” I was way ahead of her, as she flopped down onto the sofa, hands stuck between her tightly closed thighs as she squirmed and wriggled on the cushions. Having put all our groceries and shopping in the kitchen, I returned to stand in front of Alison to look at one hand return to stroking her cunt, and the other hand inside her blouse, cupping, stroking and pinching her lovely breasts.
“Would this help?” I asked, and showed her again the photos on my cellphone. “Ahhhhh yes” as Alison’s thighs widened and her fingers slid into her very wet cunt.

“Show me” I said and an erotic whimper escaped her lips as she spread wide her stockinged thighs and parted her labia for my gaze. “Woo that is lovely, Alison, keep going” I urged her. I did think how much of a turnaround this prim and proper English housewife had taken since our first social meetings. Now she was a real wonderful sexy slut, exposing her nakedness for me, and let me watch her plunging one then two fingers deep into sopping hole.
I couldn’t stand it any more, and fell to my knees to plunge my mouth into her gaping cunt. Tongue sliding up her to replace her fingers. “Oh God, fuck me with your tongue” I was surprised as I had never heard Alison say ‘fuck’ before. I bet Jim would be very angry if he knew. Mind you, he wouldn’t be too pleased to learn that his dear wife was being tongue fucked by another female heheee. Now her hands were free to tear open her blouse, free her tits from the bra, and pull on her nipples.
Grabbing her buttocks, I pulled her to the edge of the sofa to get my mouth, lips, tongue and nose hard against her pussy, and continued to lick, suck and taste this very succulent vagina. I didn’t have long enough to get my own fingers buried into my knickers as Alison began to moan and writhe about on my face.” Oh, oh, ohhhhh, I am close, Jenni” I pushed a long forefinger up her, and as she started to climax, I slipped it out and slid in into her anus. The sphincter opened up for me and I pushed in past her tight ring.
“Aieeeeeee JENNI” she shouted out, and climaxed shudderingly as her thighs closed around my head. Eyes closed, Alison slumped back onto the sofa, thighs wide apart, abandoning all decorum, and whimpering in a post-cum stupor.

I stood up, enjoying the sight of my newly-found, prim little neighbour, lying with legs akimbo, open pussy, and heaving bare boobs, with their very erect nipples., in a totally abandoned and lecherous state. “Mmmmmmm GORGEOUS” I told her, and went through to the fridge to pour out two glasses of fresh white wine.
I set down the wine glasses, and seeing Alison had hardly moved picked up my cellphone, and took another photo of her lying there, legs wide open and a slow finger sliding up and down her crack, and dipping into her gash. She caught me, and closed her thighs, but, left one hand trapped between and the other playing with her boobs.
“Not fair, taking advantage like that” she said as I replied, “But you are irresistible, and look so wonderful like that. Do something else for me.” Alison cupped one teat, and pulled her nipple into her waiting lips, biting and licking it. I urged her for more, and without removing her nipple, opened her legs again, and pushed two fingers deep into her pussy.
“God that is very erotic, just one more and something really outrageous, please?” She lay back thinking as she continued to stroke herself, and then half-turned along the cushions, lifted one leg high and exposed all of her private bits. Running one set of fingers along the length of her crack, before pushing two, then three fingers deep into her cunt. I raised my phone, and she told me to wait……her other arm stretched around her back, and grinning at me, slowly slipped a finger into her arsehole. Pushing her bottom back onto her raping finger, it disappeared up to the knuckle. “Woooo Alison, that is really quite pornographic….I ADORE it…..Beautiful, and are you enjoying that? Both holes filled up?”
“I am feeling really wonderfully dirty and the feeling is churning me up inside. But please do take that picture.” I took it and then could not resist moving the phone closer to take a close-up photo of three fingers jammed into her pussy, and her finger lodged in her anus. Alison was not quick to remove any fingers but just lay there moving them in and out of her holes.

Watching her, entranced, I quipped that all she needed now was something down her throat to fill all her holes. “A cock is what I need, but I don’t think Jim would do it, as he really thinks that I should not be so depraved as to suck his cock, AND, he would slap me away if he saw me with my finger up my bottom !” “Poor you, what have I done to you, turned you into a raving nympho?”
“Maybe, but I have not had such dirty, depraved wonderful thoughts in my life, and you have just woken me up to such beautiful sex…..ohh and a little exhibitionism as well. Allowing myself to be seen naked in your car in St.Tropez. BUT I feel so horny looking at my busy fingers in my snatch and exploring my bottom, exhibiting everything to you. I do miss a cock though.”

“As it happens, I have a cock under my pillow. It is very life-like, 10 inches long, and never goes soft, and can even ejaculate.” “Oh, a vibrator?” Alison asked. “No, although I have a few of them. It is a lovely dildo, with straps, and it is really quite obscene to have it sticking out in front of me, waving about like a well-hung guy. The added feature is a bulb at the other end, which fits snugly into me when I am fucking someone, and rubs against my clit. Delicious.”
Removing her fingers and sitting up, she seductively licked her pussy juices off her fingers and shyly looked at me asking like a young schoolgirl, “Do you think that I could see it?”

TO BE CONTINUED;;;;;;;;;;; with more adventures with Alison, and a 19 year old Norwegian girl on holiday. Please let me have some feedback. Thanks xxx JENNI

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This story, is quite lengthy, and not all about sex. I understand that many people who come to the site like to read quick sex stories with not much backround or story, however this is not one of those stories, but I do hope you read it all and stick with it. (BTW it is not a pedo story, even though it starts off with a young girl. Don’t worry.)

The Decision

She sat there, dressed in black. Her eyes were a deep, beautiful blue, even through the redness one could see how captivating they were. Her cheeks glistened with the tears. Her blonde hair was behind her ears, she put her fingers through them as she sat on the couch. Her father came over and sat next to her, feeling worse for her than he had for himself. She was too young for this, too young to have her mother taken from her. As he put his arms around her and reassured her it was going to be okay. He wasn’t ready for this himself, but she had no idea what to do. Her mother was her everything, her guardian angel, as she always called her. And now the little girl of five was all alone in this world. Her father knew he could never take a mother’s place, but he vowed to try. As the people came around to offer their condolences the wake drew to a close and the man and his daughter went home, though it felt like didn’t feel like home to either of them.

The weekend came, and they didn’t talk much, the girl tried to stay strong through it all, and the father thought about a decision that he and his wife had made together, and what to do about it now. When Sunday came, they went to church, the father giving a most heartfelt opening sermon, it was a different day at church. The people all offered more condolences, especially to the little girl, whose eyes were still puffy and red, cheeks never dry. She tried to smile and say thank you, but whenever she opened her mouth to talk she broke down crying. She could barely look anyone in the eye, feeling slightly ashamed she couldn’t stop crying.

Monday came, and he allowed her to stay home from school, for one day, he told her. She stayed up in her room for most of the day, and he stayed down stairs with a photograph of a toddler, who needed a home. The decision his wife had made with him, he didn’t know if he could take on another child, he didn’t know how he could take care of one. He cooked dinner that night, and invited his daughter down with him, he was pleasantly surprised when she came down. She sat at the table and smiled for the first time since her mother passed. Her cheeks soft and smooth, eyes glowing brightly like they always had before. He thought he saw some makeup on her, though he had forbidden it, he felt he could let it pass. Seeing his daughter normal again was worth it.

She went back to school Tuesday, and he made the call, his daughter had helped him decide. He dialed the number for child services, hand trembling with nervous tension. But he had his daughter’s blessing and, to him, that was as good as the Lord’s. The lady on the other end made sure that he wanted to take on another daughter, and he reassured her that they could do it, with his daughter’s help, he felt he could do anything.

Noticing

Ten years later their father was hosting a cookout. Sarah, now fifteen, with golden blonde hair flowing three quarters of the way down her back, and eyes as blue as the sky, was the first outside. She was in her two piece bathing suit, the first her father let her wear. And it was the first time swimming of the year, she couldn’t be happier. She leaped from the side walk and dove right into the pool. Close behind her was her younger sister, Alexis, whose skin was slightly darker than Sarah’s and hair a dark brown. Alexis had brown eyes, but some said they rivaled the beauty of Sarah’s. She was in a one piece, but wasn’t at all distraught over it. She was going swimming, and that made her happy.

Sarah came up from under the water right as Alexis did a cannonball into the pool. As soon as Alexis surfaced, Sarah playfully splashed her with water. And the fight began. The other kids at the party soon jumped in the water and joined the fun. And the small water fight turned into a war as each team went to their side of the pool. There, floating in the water at the other end of the pool, Sarah noticed something, something she hadn’t notice before, it was the beauty in her younger Sister’s eyes. And when Alexis caught her eyes back, Sarah smiled, and blushed slightly. It felt as though her heart stopped and her stomach went in knots, her skin instantly got covered in goose bumps.

The feeling only lasted a second though, as she noticed Alexis and her team charging at them. She laughed and picked up her noodle and charged back. The two teams met somewhere in the middle of the pool, and battled in the water like medieval warfare, except with water. It only lasted a minute before their father called them out of the pool, saying lunch was ready.

The sister’s stayed behind and let everyone else out first, their father always instructed manners on them. As Alexis got out, Sarah caught herself watching her little sister’s butt as she climbed up the later. She got the same feeling again, but shook it off quickly and climbed out. Sarah helped served the kids table, as the oldest one still being called a kid. Then she sat down with her own plate of food, directly across from her sister. Towards the end of their meal she felt a stream of water hit her in the stomach. She looked directly at Alexis, who was looking away whistling, playing innocent. After the meal, as Sarah was picking up the plates and cups of the kid’s table Alexis squirted Sarah again in the back with the squirt gun. Sarah quickly through them out and chased after her little sister.

“No running around the pool!” they heard their father shout at them. So Alexis dove right in squirting at Sarah feverishly. “Swimming after lunch isn’t any better!” he shouted again, but it was too late. Sarah had jumped in after her, and in seconds the splash war had began again. Their father wanted to be angry, but all he could do was smile and shake his head. His daughter’s were smiling and having fun, and nothing felt better than that.

No Time for Love

That spring, Sarah had made the varsity field hockey team at school. She felt lucky to be only in tenth grade and accepted onto the team. Being on the team also made her more popular among that older girls, and many of the older guys as well.

The first game of the year was a close one, it came down to the last few minutes, when Sarah scored the winning goal. When the game was over, the students came rushing off the stands onto the field, and they all cheered her name, they even held her up as they cheered. Her father watched, proud of his little girl, happy to see her so happy. After the put her down and everyone continued congratulating her, she caught the eye of a boy through the crowd. He was looking at her and gave her a feint smile, she smiled back, blushing hard. He slowly made his way towards her, and Sarah recognized him as a senior from school. When he got to her he smiled, “Hey, great game.”

Sarah felt nervous and began toying with her hair, “Thanks.”

“Do you think, maybe you’d want to go out with me?” he asked suddenly. She didn’t know why, but it caught Sarah completely off guard. She’d never liked him before, didn’t ever talk to him, but she’d never been asked out before either. She thought it must of been fate bringing them together like this, she instantly thought she was in love with him and nodded shyly.

He smiled and pulled her into him, kissing her lips lightly. She hesitated for a moment and then began kissing him back, soon it grew, and she put her hand on his cheek as their lips locked together. She felt his tongue lightly poking on her lip, but she’d never kissed anyone and was nervous. It felt like a long time as she decided whether or not to let his tongue in. In what was really only a few seconds time her decision was made for her.

“Get your hands off my daughter!” her father yelled running towards them. Sarah immediately got more red, and looked at her new boyfriend. He took off the moment he caught glimpse of her father running towards them, running straight for the parking lot. She wish he had picked her up and taken her away with him. All of the sudden she wanted nothing more than to run away and be with him forever. “Sarah, get into the car, now!” her father yelled at her.

Her head hung low as she walked for the car, everyone staring at her. The ride home was quiet, her father said nothing, didn’t even look at her. She felt like the ride was taking longer than it should have. Stealing a glance at the speedometer she found out why, her father was driving ten miles an hour under the limit. He was doing it on purpose, making her sulk and think. She didn’t understand why he was so mad, what she’d done wrong, and why her boyfriend had ran away. When they arrived at the house he quietly told her to go wait in her room, that he’d be up shortly.

Sarah did as she was told, closing the door behind her. She sat on her neatly made bed and looked over at her sister’s. It was a mess, she sighed and walked over to make it. She always made her sister’s bed for her. She didn’t mind, she sort of liked the idea of looking after her. Her moment thinking about this was short-lived, her father was coming up the stairs. He didn’t run, and he didn’t stomp, but still it sounded like every footstep was a boom of thunder. He walked into her room, found her sitting on her own bed and shut the door behind him. Sarah thought she could hear Alexis watching T.V. the split second before her father went off on her. She’d never heard him scream so much, look so angry.

Sarah’s father told her how wrong it was she’d even think of dating a boy at her young age. How he’d reminded her many times that she has no need of a boyfriend until she’s done with school, and how she shouldn’t want one until then. Sarah didn’t understand most of what he was saying, but knew it was all to the same point, she’s too young, and she needs to be more respectful to God, and blah blah blah. She had gotten the speech many times before, she had it memorized. The only difference now was that her father was angry with her, yelling at her. He accused her of breaking her vow of celibacy and sleeping with him. It was an accusation she stood up and denied instantly, saying she’d never do that. It was something her father knew wasn’t true. He trusted his daughter, and knew her better than that. He shouldn’t of accused that.

The yelling didn’t last long, mostly because the father ran out of things to say. He stormed off and down stairs to start making dinner. Sarah couldn’t stop thinking of why her boyfriend ran away, not that it matter, she couldn’t date him now. She heard footsteps on the stairs again, lighter ones, softer ones. Steps one might expect an Angel to make. Sarah smiled, it was her sister, the only person she could think of to resemble an Angel, though many people told her she did. Sarah always felt Alexis had more Angelic qualities.

She poked her head into the room, seeing Sarah sitting on the bed, cheeks wet with tears, eyes red from being rubbed. She ran up and hugged her sister tightly. “It’s okay, Sarah,” Alexis said reassuringly. Just having her younger sister there made Sarah feel much better. After a few moments Alexis got up and pulled her sister up to. “And just think, if you’d run after the ball as fast as that boy ran from daddy, it wouldn’t of been such a close game!” she giggled. Sarah couldn’t help but laugh, not so much from the joke, but the sound of her sister’s laughter always cheered her up to the point where she had to laugh.

Sweet Sixteen

Sarah was asleep, but someone was trying to get her up, shaking her. She could hear a voice faintly, as if a great distance away. Slowly it got louder, and louder, the shaking got more intense, but she was still in dream land. When it stopped she started to stir, then it started again, “Sarah!” she heard. “Sarah get up!” in her dream it was an Angel speaking to her, speaking softly. Then the Angel shouted loudly, “Sarah! Get up!” the up was exaggerated. She stirred some, but stayed in dream land, as the Angel got closer she recognized it’s face, it was her sisters. Then, out of nowhere, she got suddenly cold, and felt two cold hands on her shoulders, shaking her some. “Up!” she opened her eyes, looking deep into Alexis’s eyes instantly. Sarah smiled and noticed Alexis was straddling her.

Alexis got up and ran over to her sister’s dresser pulling clothes out. Sarah noticed her cute butt in her pink panties, and the small of her back exposed through her cami. It was the same types of clothes Sarah wore to bed, Alexis had started copying it almost a year ago. Alexis through the clothes she chose for her sister on the foot of Sarah’s bed. “No, five more minutes,” Sarah said rolling over to face the wall, closing her eyes.

“Nooooooo! Daddy already let you sleep in until ten!” Alexis pushed on her back lightly. It did surprise Sarah that her father let her sleep in so much, even if it was her sweet sixteen. But still, she shook her head no and held her pillow tighter. “Fine, I’ll go tell daddy!” Alexis opened the door, and Sarah shot up, standing up in her green panties and a cami, rubbing her eyes, her blond hair covering her face. Alexis shut the door, turned, and jumped on her big sister. The sudden extra weight and movement cause Sarah to fall back, instinctively holding her sister on her.

Soon she was lying on her back on her bed, Alexis’s arms and legs around her, her arms around her younger sister. She instantly felt a knot in her stomach and her nipples begin to harden, she noticed her sister wasn’t wearing a bra yet, though she’d obviously showered. The smell in Alexis’s hair was intoxicating, and Sarah breathed it in deep. She though she felt her little sister’s nipples harden as well as their breasts were mashed together. It felt good, she didn’t know why, but her nipples and breasts altogether felt good, pleasurable, a feeling she couldn’t quite define but knew she liked it and wanted more.

As her sister began to move, it did feel better, the movement on her breasts made them feel fantastic, her sister’s small budding breasts not only pressed against hers but moving around too. Then she noticed Alexis was getting up, and as she lifted her head, she found herself looking down her cami. Though Alexis had small breasts, Sarah though she noticed some cleavage. Instantly she felt a jolt of electricity go right to her vagina. She remembered from sex ed in school that this was her getting turned on. Alexis smiled and left the room, then Sarah realized it, she had just been turned on for the first time in her life, by her younger sister.

Needing Help

The room was dark, only the feint glow of Alexis’s purple night light illuminated them, but Sarah didn’t need to see, she was feeling. Her lips were locked with her sister’s, their tongues were dancing. She moaned into her younger sister’s mouth. Sliding her hands up the back of her cami, feeling her bare skin. Sarah herself was only in her panties, feeling Alexis on top of her, pushing her body against her, they humped into each other slowly, yet firmly. Alexis moved off to the side of her big sister, their lips never breaking contact, but slowly trailed her fingers to her breasts, squeezing her nipples lightly, making Sarah moan in pleasure. Their kiss deepened, Sarah rested one hand on the back of Alexis’s head, the other gently massaging the young girl’s butt through her panties. Almost to slowly for Sarah to notice the fingers trailed from her nipple down her stomach. As she broke the kiss for the first time she moaned loudly as Alexis cupped her older sister’s pussy. Even through the fabric it felt amazing to Sarah, she knew she was wet, she was soaking. She pulled her sister back in to kiss her deeply, passionately, as her fingers rubbed her pussy through her panties. Alexis rubbed harder and faster, Sarah had to break the kiss to breath and moan aloud. She was sweating, Alexis was too, she didn’t care, she pulled her in again to kiss as she got close.

Then she woke up, vagina wet from the dream, sheets soaked with sweat. She pulled her hand up and rested her head on her pillow, right in a wet spot. She guessed it was either drool or had been making out with her pillow, probably both. She looked across the room, saw her sister asleep, her angelic eyes hid behind her eyelids. The soft purple glow illuminating her. Sarah couldn’t take it, she rolled over to face the wall.

It wasn’t the first time she’d had this dream, but she didn’t remember the first time, or how many times. Just that it was always the same, except each time it got a little further. It had been starting to bother her slightly. She couldn’t have these dreams, especially not about her younger sister. The wants and these desires, they had to be just in dreams, anything can happen in dreams. She tried to convince herself every time, but more and more she’d catch herself noticing her sister in ways no girl should notice another girl, let alone their own sister. She had to do something, but she had no idea what.

She couldn’t get back to sleep, so she kept thinking hard about what she could do. She knew she had to at least prove to herself that the dreams meant nothing, and they were just random dreams she, unfortunately, kept having. Now that she was a junior she was taking psychology, surely her psych teacher would know something about dreams. She decided during her free period the next day she would go see him. Hopefully he had it free as well.

Luck was on Sarah’s side, she’d asked her psych teacher if she could talk to him during her free period, and he’d agreed. Now she just had to wait until then. For some reason, it seemed to take an abnormally long time, especially lunch with her sister. But then it was one more class then off to speak with him. As her class slowly grew to a close she began to get nervous, she didn’t know what to say to him, or how to say it. Should she give him the details, even that it was a dream about her sister, or just keep it general. Maybe she should just say it was a sexual dream, and leave it at that. She couldn’t figure it out, and it consumed her so much she didn’t hear the bell ring, or notice the rest of the class had already left.

After her current teacher snapped her out of her trance she walked briskly to her psych teacher’s office. She knocked on the door lightly and peeked in. She could see his short brown hair as he faced away from the door, working on his computer. “Come in,” he said pleasantly, turning around. Sarah shyly stepped in and closed the door behind her. “Ah, Sarah, you didn’t give me much to go on before, just that you had a question about dreams? What was it?” his voice was soft and reassuring.

Sarah took a seat from another desk in the office and brought it up across from him at his. She didn’t know what to say, and ran a hand through her blonde hair, and tried to relax. “Are dreams, things that we want? Like does every dream have a meaning?” she asked, she was more nervous than she thought she’d be.

“All dreams have a meaning, though not every one of them is a want, what was this dream exactly?” his voice was reassuring but his question scared her.

She looked down and fiddled with the books in her lap. Breathing in deep she said, “It was a sexual dream..” she left it open a little bit, not quite sounding like she’d finished her sentence.

Her teacher paused for a moment, as though thinking hard. She though she could tell that he had the answer, but was trying to figure out how to word it. “Well, I don’t want you to go into detail about it, if that was the type of dream. And because of that, I can’t be sure exactly what to tell you.” Her heart sank, she was going to speak but then he continued, “But most sexual dreams are random desires, and at your age, they can be crazy and seemingly out of control. It may seem like things you didn’t know existed, or liked, but because of hormones have manifested themselves in your mind. It doesn’t mean you like them or want them, but it could. I’m sorry my answer is vague, but there’s so much behind those types of dreams, that it could really be anything. I’m sorry, Sarah.”

Sarah was a little confused by his answer, he hadn’t really told her anything. But she understood, and knew he couldn’t tell her any more, after all, he did go to Church every Sunday with her and her sister where her father was the priest. And she knew that if her father found out about her having sexual dreams, he’d be most furious. She smiled and said, “Thanks,” though she realized it didn’t really sound like she meant it.

Right as she opened the door he heard her teacher say, “Oh and, Sarah?” She turned to face him, hair falling over one of her eyes, leaving only one beautiful blue eye exposed. “Could you do me a favor, and not tell your father about this. It’s my obligation as a teacher to help you, and I’m more than happy too, but I do like going to your father’s services, and I’m quite sure I wouldn’t be welcome there if he found out you were coming to me with problems like these.”

She let out a small laugh and nodded, “I’m sure I wouldn’t be allowed to sleep if he knew I had those types of dreams.” With that they both laughed slightly, then she turned and walked out, more confused and wondering what to do than before.

With her psych teacher unable to help, and the dreams becoming more frequent, and even lasting longer, Sarah just became even more confused as the time passed. It was made even worse with for her fourteenth birthday Alexis got a two piece bathing suit, and Sarah had noticed all her curves, her growing breasts, and her bubble butt. Sarah often found herself staring at her younger sister.

Math class was boring her like always, she couldn’t stand math. She didn’t even notice it when suddenly there was a test in front of her. She looked up at the time, still a half hour to go in the day. Sighing, she picked up her pencil and wrote her name down and read the first question. She didn’t even finish reading it when she knew she was going to do bad on this test.

Sarah got off the bus and noticed her father wasn’t home, she was kind of happy, she’d have a moment to rest before he came home and gave her a list of chores to do. When she opened the door, her sister was wearing her two piece bathing suit, laying on the couch. Noticing her big sister come home Alexis got up and walked over to her. She immediately reached up and wrapped her arms around Sarah. Her bag fell to the floor as Sarah peered into Alexis’s eyes, the look in them was the look she wanted to see. Alexis’s eyes screamed the same thing Sarah wanted, to kiss. As their faces got closer and eyes closed, their lips met. The kiss was instantly intense, their tongues dancing, Sarah’s hands grabbed her sister’s hips, pulling her closer to her body. After a few minutes of kissing, Alexis’s hands dropped down Sarah’s body. They glided down her stomach to her pants, unbuttoning the khakis and slowly pulling the zipper down. They both watched the young girls hands, then they looked into each others eyes. Sarah nodded, wanting to feel her angelic touch where she’d never been touched before. Her eyes closed as Alexis kissed her again, cupping her big sister’s pussy through her panties. Sarah moaned loudly and woke up.

She shook her head wildly and looked at the clock, ten minutes until she went home. She glanced down at the test, only her name written on it. She hurried through the test, knowing she was most likely going to fail anyways, thankful her teacher hadn’t noticed her day dreaming. When the bell sounded, she got up to turn it in and noticed a wetness between her legs. She briefly recalled her day dream, making her vagina tingle. Rushing to turn in her test and get home she didn’t talk to any of her friends. The bus ride home wasn’t long, but it felt like hours.

Her father’s car wasn’t in the drive way, her heart skipped a beat when she noticed this. Maybe her day dream would come true. As she walked towards the door her heart was pounding, beating harder and harder as she got closer to the door. With each step, the door actually seemed to get further away. She was actually hoping her sister would be inside in her bathing suit, and she couldn’t believe it. Sarah unlocked it and turned the knob, Alexis would always lock it when home alone. For an instant she thought she saw her, but when she blinked she realized her sister wasn’t there. Then she remembered she was at soccer practice, and her heart sank. But her vagina still tingled, she still felt like she needed to be touched.

In an instant she knew what she had to do, she dropped her bag and ran up to her room. Laying down on her bed Sarah unbuttoned and unzipped her khakis, then paused. What was she about to do? Was she about to touch herself? She knew she couldn’t do that, but she knew she wanted to know what it felt like so bad. She pushed down her pants and looked in the mirror, her pink panties had a little wet spot right between her legs. Out of embarrassment she closed her legs and blushed. Then, she moved her hand down, and rested it on her thigh, her other hand pulling pillows under her head. She slowly touched the wet spot on her panties, the feeling went straight up from her pussy up her spine making her body tingle and shiver briefly, it was like electricity. She touched it again, and got the same effect, one more time made her moan softly. She was lost in herself, she didn’t know what came over her, but she pushed her panties down, staring at her shaved pussy. Sarah shaved when she started growing hair because of the itching.

Sarah had no idea what to do, she just knew that touching herself made her feel like she was on top of the world. She lightly touched herself again, with no fabric between her finger and her pussy the shock was at least ten times as great. She moaned loud, and touched again, keeping her finger on her pussy lips. Her hand began moving up and down slowly, she felt how wet she was, and it turned her on more. She began moving her hips on and down slowly on her finger. With her pussy getting wetter she started rubbing faster, and putting a little more pressure on her pussy, she moaned louder and louder. She discovered her own clit, and how it felt when she touched it. She slid her other hand down to rub her pussy lips and rub her clit at the same time.

In her mind, she was thinking of her little sister doing this to her, and began softly moaning her name. She stopped everything when her own finger slipped inside her pussy. Then, when she began to pull it out, she moaned loudly and pushed it back in. The feeling she got when she pulled her finger out was ecstatic, she loved it and wanted more. Combined with her fingers on her clit she couldn’t imagine anything feeling better. She found her hymen, she knew from sex ed what it was, and knew she couldn’t break it, but could still go deep enough to make herself feel good. Her eyes clamped shut and she raised her ass off the bed, the hand on her pussy lips going around behind her leg, the other still rubbing her clit faster and faster. Sarah put her finger back inside her pussy. She moaned louder, and louder, both her hands moving faster. “Alexis, Alexis, Alexis!” she moaned louder. Her entire body began to shake, and she got hot all over. She was worried something bad was happening to her, but couldn’t stop. The heat grew, she started to sweat, her shaking was worse, but she kept going faster and faster. Her ass now lifted a foot off the bed as she screamed “ALEXIS!” With that her hand felt like it was pushed out of her pussy, and a liquid came squirting out. She kept rubbing her clit and screaming her little sister’s name. The hand recently freed pulled her sheets up and over her as she collapsed on the bed, still in orgasm and squirting. She could feel each time the liquid squirted out of her. After she had calmed down, she pulled the blankets over her instinctively and fell asleep.

Help

It was only a half hour later when she woke up, instantly she was terrified someone would see the mess she’d made. Sarah still couldn’t believe it herself, that she’d just touched herself, that she’d just given herself her first orgasm, and all while screaming her little sister’s name. She couldn’t believe any of it, and knew she needed to get help, as soon as she could. She looked over her sheets, it was obvious something happened, and the room stunk, she quickly tore the sheets off her bed and put her panties and pants back on. Alexis would be home from practice soon, and her father shortly after that.

After getting her sheets in the wash Sarah ran back upstairs and opened a window. The scent in the room was obvious that something had happened, though she didn’t think Alexis would notice, she didn’t want to take any chances. Next she had to clean herself, she dashed into the bathroom just as Alexis walked in the front door. The sound of footsteps on the stairs told Sarah her little sister was running right up to their room. She hoped she didn’t notice the smell, turning on the shower and getting undressed she noticed how messy she was, she could still feel her juices on her skin all over her hands and legs. As she jumped in the shower, her sister knocked on the door, “Sissy! Are you in there?” Sarah decided it best to ignore her, hoping she didn’t want to ask her about the smell in their room.

Alexis called for her once more, and then Sarah heard her run down the stairs. Though the sound of her voice and the hot water running over her naked body started to excite her. She reached a hand down her stomach slowly and pulled it back up. “No,” she told herself, “I can’t.”

The next day at school, Sarah decided to talk to her school psychiatrist, thinking that she’d be able to help. During her free period she went to her office and asked her if she had a free period she had to talk to her tomorrow. The psychiatrist told her she had one right now and invited her in.

Sarah thought she’d have at least a day to think about what she was going to say before she actually talked to her, she was instantly overwhelmed with nervousness. But she thought she’d try to explain to her what was going on none-the-less. “I’ve been having…weird dreams, lately,” she explained, her face going red.

The psychiatrist removed her glasses and sat back, relaxing in her chair. “And what are these dreams about, Sarah?”

“I’d rather not say, it’s gross, and very personal,” Sarah replied, almost shaking from being so nervous.

“Sarah, I understand it may seem that, and it may be that, but if you don’t tell me what the dreams are about, I can’t help you define them. And no one will ever know what you tell me, unless you tell them. I promise.”

So there was a definition to the dreams, they did mean something, this both lifted Sarah’s spirits and sank them. It meant that the dreams meant something, and she was scared to know what. “Well, in the dreams, I do stuff…” The psychiatrist motioned for to continue. “Like, sex…and it’s with a girl.” Sarah’s face turned a bright red and she looked down, ashamed.

“There’s no need to be ashamed, Sarah.” She said, obviously noting this look. “Thinking about girls this way, is very natural for a girl your age. It’s part of growing up, if you spend most of your time with girls, and you get to this age, that is what your hormones are going to cause you to focus on.”

“So it, it doesn’t mean anything?” Sarah asked, smiling some, relieved to hear that it didn’t mean she was a lesbian.

The psychiatrist sat forward and crossed her legs. “Tell me, Sarah, are you attracted to boys, or girls?”

The question caught Sarah off guard, she knew she found boys hot, but she never stared at any of them the way she did her sister. “Well, like…I’m definitely attracted to boys, but the dream’s always about a girl, and I…it…” she struggled for the words to explain it. “I think I’m attracted to her too…”

“So it’s always one girl in particular?” Sarah just nodded. “Well do you find her more attractive than any of the boys?” Sarah had to think about this a moment, even though she knew she did, but she didn’t want to admit it to herself. After a long pause, Sarah nodded. “How long have you been having these dreams?”

“A few months, since around the beginning of summer. And each time I have it, it gets longer and we go farther. And yesterday I daydreamed about it too, and I just feel like I really shouldn’t be having them.”

“Well, you are young, Sarah. Many girls your age have sexual dreams, and many that spend their time mostly around other girls will have these dreams about girls. You’re at a phase in your life where your body and mind are growing and maturing. So, they will most likely pass. But if you’d like, I can arrange a bi-weekly meeting. Where we can meet and discuss this, and see if they grow, or start to go away.”

“I would like that,” Sarah smiled, finally she was going to get some help.

A couple of sessions later, around Christmas time, she was in a session, after having a very vivid dream the night before she was able to describe it better. “Sarah,” the psychiatrist said after Sarah described the dream, “if you wouldn’t mind my asking, but who exactly are these dreams about? You always say its one girl, and always the same girl, and that even outside the dream you’re physically attracted to her.”

Sarah turned bright red at the question, she knew she had to tell her, it would help her better. She put her head down, twiddling her thumbs, “Alexis,” she said quietly.

“Alexis, as in…your sister?”

Sarah nodded, almost on the verge of tears, but she managed to say, “She’s not really my sister by blood, my father adopted her when I was real young. But I never even thought about that until recently, she’s always been like a sister to me. And I’ve never thought of her as anything less than my sister. I love her like my sister, I just…I don’t know.” Sarah broke down, she started crying, lightly at first, but quickly she was crying hard.

The psychiatrist handed her a box of tissues and patted her on the back. After waiting a few moments for her to regain her composure she began talking again, “Sarah, what I think is happening, is that because your mother died when you were young, and you got a sister who was younger than you at about the same time, your brain has become confused on a subconscious level. You didn’t get the female attention of a mother, but it was replaced by a female attention of a different kind; a little sister. This might have confused you in a way you don’t fully know. And now that you’re at that age where your body is growing and changing, it’s making matters worse. You’ve known her your entire life, you’re closer to her than you are to anyone else, but you’ve always known you weren’t ever related to her. I think you’ve developed an attachment to her, beyond sisterly, beyond friends.”

Sarah looked up at her, “So, do you think…like that it will still be only a phase?”

It was the psychiatrist’s turn to swallow hard and think long about what she was going to say. “I don’t know, under normal conditions I would still say yes, but your case is special. Even though you’ve never thought about her as anyone but your sister, you’ve always known she wasn’t. I think you may have actually developed feelings like those you’d get in a relationship with someone.”

“So, so I’m a lesbian?”

“I can’t answer that, only you can answer that question. But I have to advise you to stick to our plan of just waiting it out, maybe even taking next summer off from being around her and take a long vacation.”

Christmas

Christmas time came, and the day Christmas break started the girls and their father went out of state, to stay with cousins. They did this every year, for their aunt and uncle had the biggest house of anyone in the family. Though with a new addition to the family this year, forcing Sarah to sleep in a room with Alexis. The sister’s argued the entire trip there, and most of Christmas Eve over who would get the bed. Eventually their father decided that Alexis, being younger, would get the bed, and Sarah had to sleep on the floor in a sleeping bag.

Dinner went over well, the kids all begging to open a present early, but to no avail. The problems only arose when Sarah and Alexis went to their rooms. Sarah took a shower first, getting dressed in her panties and nightie and coming out and laying in her sleeping bag. However when Alexis came out from her shower, she was only dressed in her panties, her small perky little breasts instantly aroused Sarah, she cringed trying to hide how suddenly turned on she’d become. Luckily, Alexis didn’t seem to notice and threw on a nightie and climbed into her bed.

They said their good nights and cuddled up in their respective beds. Sarah noticed when she was adjusting her position that she had become wet, very wet, almost like the time she touched herself. She thought she could do it again. As her hand slid under her panties she remembered how her orgasm had went, she had moaned and screamed her sister’s name as loud as she could, and it squirted out of her and got everything messy. She couldn’t do that here, not at her aunt’s and uncle’s, especially not in the same room as her sister.

Sarah decided to pull her hand out and try to get some rest. She shut her eyes and tried to sleep. It seemed like hours had gone by and she still couldn’t sleep, so she poked her head up to check the clock, it had only been twenty minutes. Alexis was tossing and turning her bed as well, the covers thrown off her, Sarah thought she noticed a small wet spot on her little sister’s panties. This excited Sarah even more, she felt her vagina tingling more than it ever had, and her nipples hardened, her stomach felt like a pretzel. Sarah put her head back down, determined to get the disgusting thoughts and images out of her mind and get some sleep.

Just as she was doing so she heard Alexis’s voice, “Sarah, I can’t sleep.” Alexis had said it softly, as though she didn’t want to wake her older sister, but thought she was already up.

“Just take a deep breath, little sis. A deep breath and relax your head on your pillow and close your eyes.”

“I tried, but it didn’t work.” She sounded sad a little, Sarah knew she was putting her pity voice on, and her face. She could see her sad face in her mind, eyes big, gorgeous brown hair lightly covering her face, lips pouted. Her little angel was so adorable like that, and she could never resist anything she asked.

“I don’t know how to help, Lexie, I’m sorry.”

“You could come up here and hold me, I’m sorry I made you sleep on the floor. But we can both share the bed, it’s only two nights.” Sarah couldn’t say no, even though she knew the twin bed was not big enough to hold them both apart comfortably. And Alexis hadn’t asked to share a bed with her big sister for years. Sarah knew it wouldn’t go over well, especially in her current condition. But she just couldn’t say no.

Sarah climbed out of her sleeping bag and up onto the bed with her sister, pulling the blanket up with her. She got in behind her sister, curling up to her, spooning her from behind. Alexis sighed and held her Sarah’s hands tightly, pushing back against her. Her butt pushed firmly against Sarah’s pubic bone felt so great to Sarah, she moaned, trying to disguise it as a moan of her own.

Shortly Alexis fell asleep, but Sarah was still restless, even more so now that she had start humping her sister’s ass lightly. She knew Alexis was a heavy sleeper, thank god! Otherwise she’d wake up and probably be scared and scream and let everyone know how perverted her big sister was. Sarah shook her head violently, trying to get the images and thoughts out of her head once more. She laid her head on the pillow, her nose in Alexis’s hair, smelling her shampoo, feeling the tickle of the ends of her hair on her face.

Sometime in the night, Alexis had rolled over onto her back, Sarah was lying halfway on her, a leg between hers, pushed up against her pussy, her pussy grinding on her little sister’s leg. Sarah was humping her little sister, even had a hand on her boob, squeezing the young girl’s tit gently. She looked up, her sister still sound asleep as she started moaning. She’d never felt such a good feeling as her pussy and clit grinding on Alexis’s bare leg. Sarah knew the juice was soaking her panties, and her sister’s leg. But, she thought she could feel heat and a slight dampness on her own leg, from her Alexis’s little, young pussy. It turned her on so much more, and she ground against her leg harder and faster, moaning a little louder. Sarah didn’t know what come over her, but she pushed Alexis’s nightie up over her bare boobs. Taking one in her mouth, gently pinching her other nipple. Her free hand was holding tightly to her shoulder, pulling on her as she humped up.

Just as Sarah thought she was going to cum, her sister stirred. She thought she’d been caught, and looked up from the young girls tit, releasing it from her mouth. But Alexis’s eyes didn’t open, she didn’t make another sound, Sarah knew she was still asleep. She continued, looking back at the young nipple, glistening in her saliva. She loved how it tasted, sucking it again, harder now. She humped Alexis’s leg harder and harder, grinding her own leg into her sister’s pussy, feeling it get hotter and wetter. Then, she felt Alexis’s hand slowly sliding up her nightie and cupping her bare breast, it sent Sarah over the edge, and she had to suck hard on Alexis’s tit to keep from screaming, but was still moaning loud. Instantly her panties became drenched in her cum as she came hard. Alexis’s hand was still squeezing her boob, playing with her nipple as Sarah humped and came harder and harder.

When her orgasm was over she looked up at her little sister, still sound asleep. Her own leg was very wet, she wondered if her sister had cum too, but didn’t think so, she thought it’d be much wetter. Especially after comparing it to how wet her own panties were, and her young sister’s leg, glistening in the moonlight from her cum. She rolled over, instantly her sister spooned her from behind. Sarah smiled, feeling Alexis’s pubic bone pushed against her ass, she pushed back on it. Placing her hand over Alexis’s, still on her bare breast, she pulled the covers all the way up and fell asleep shortly, thinking that this had been the best dream ever.

Early Christmas morning Sarah woke up, remembering her dream from last night, a smile across her face before her eyes even opened. Even if it was wrong, that dream was still amazing. Shifting her legs she noticed that she may have even came during the dream, she hoped she wasn’t loud enough to wake her sister. Then Sarah noticed something, she wasn’t in her sleeping bag, she was in a bed. And someone was touching her, where she’d never been touched by anyone, not even herself, save for the shower. As she stirred slightly to see a small hand squeezed her breast lightly. Sarah rolled over, noticing she was getting wet again and saw she was sleeping next to Alexis, and her hand was on her breast. She saw that her younger sister’s shirt was hiked up and a large red spot around one of her nipples. It wasn’t a dream! She had actually humped her sister’s leg until she came harder than she could ever imagine. She’d actually sucked her sister’s breast, felt the young hand on hers.

Quickly she ran to the shower, scared out of her mind, what if Alexis was awake, or what if she noticed the red spot. Sarah took a long, hot shower to calm herself down. When she got out into her bedroom Alexis was up, looking at her nipple in the mirror. Hearing her big sister enter the room she asked, “Sissy, there’s a red mark on my boobie. Is this bad?” Alexis had a sound of fear and sadness in her voice.

Sarah swallowed hard, she was glad her sister hadn’t been awake during their encounter, but didn’t know what to tell the young girl either. She thought about it, and looked at it from the other side of the room, afraid what she would do if she got closer. “It’s probably just a small rash or something sissy, you should wait a few days and see if it goes away. Maybe put some Vaseline or ointment on it.”

“Okay!” Alexis said, cheerily as she skipped into the bathroom. It was rare that her spirits ever got down.

Christmas went over well, the second night Sarah fell asleep in her sleeping bag long before Alexis even had a chance of inviting her back, she couldn’t risk a repeat of the night before.

Summer

The week she got back to school she fought with herself over whether or not to tell her psychiatrist about the incident. She knew she had to tell her, at least tell her that it was a dream, and how she woke up. “I had a dream again,” Sarah began. “But it was different than all the others, it was more real, and it was weird how it happened.”

“How was it different?”

“Just like, the things that we did were different. And when I woke up, I was in her bed, and her arm was…like…on me, under my shirt.” Sarah thought it would be best not to tell her about the hickey left on her little sister’s nipple. “And my underwear was…like all stiff…like I came in…”

The psychiatrist cut her off, “Please, Sarah, you don’t need to go into so much detail. Vague descriptions of it are fine. It does sound like the dream could have been brought on by the touching. And, I suppose, if a sexual dream is strong enough, you could have an orgasm is one. But how would you end up in her bed?”

“I don’t know…” Sarah dragged out the ending of the word, looking away, obviously guilty, doing a terrible job of hiding it though she was truly trying.

“It wasn’t a dream, was it, Sarah?” she asked, leaning in closer. Sarah shook her head and rubbed her teary eyes. Just as she started to say something her eyes flooded and she started crying. The psychiatrist handed her a tissue and moved her seat closer to Sarah’s. After a few minutes and the tears has stopped and Sarah’s nose had been cleared she continued, “Does your sister know?” Sarah simply shook her head again, wiping her nose. “Well that’s good, I don’t want to tell you to distance yourself from your sister. But I do think you should take a vacation this summer, go see some family. I know your father is very family oriented and wouldn’t object to it. Although, I do think it’d be best not to give him the exact reason why. Sarah nodded.

So that summer, Sarah did just that, she took off back to her aunt’s and uncle’s to spend the summer with them. It started out hard, especially leaving, when her sister cried and Sarah just couldn’t bring herself to tell the young girl why she had to go. The dreams had started coming every night, she even masturbated two more times, once in the shower after she saw her sister come out naked, forgetting her clothes when she took hers. She knew this probably wouldn’t help, she knew it wasn’t a phase. Sarah knew, that she wanted to have sex with her sister, she even dared look at lesbian porn once at a friends house, just to see how it was done. She needed this though, time away from her sister. Maybe, just maybe, it would help.

It took a month, and it did help, she went a few nights without having the dream, she met a boy who’d taken her out a couple times. She thought she loved him, she also thought he was the key to taking his mind off of Alexis. And she thought that maybe, the only way to lose all lusting feelings for her all together and forever was to break her vow.

Her first day back, she hadn’t had the dream in over a month. She came home, Alexis was in the pool. And she didn’t get turned on by her two piece, or when she got the biggest hug from the little girl. She was now seventeen and couldn’t be happier. After the cookout her dad hosted for her Alexis came up and asked to sleep in her bed with her again. With her newfound confidence of being able to not get turned on by the slightest sexual sight of her younger sister, Sarah agreed.

Sarah took her shower first, and got into bed right after. She laid there reading while her sister took her shower, the thoughts never returning to her mind. Even when Alexis climbed into bed, Sarah was still without the feelings and the urges and the desires she used to have. But when Sarah pushed herself against her younger sister to hold her tight, and Sarah pushed her cute, pert, little butt against Sarah’s pubic bonem Sarah felt the shock, not even the boy gave her these shocks. It made Sarah look back, and made her realize how much her sister had grown, how her breasts were filling out, and how much better her butt felt against her. She wanted Alexis so much more now, more than ever, but she had to fight the urges. She knew she did.

Denial

“So, did your summer vacation help?” her psychiatrist asked her.

Sarah fought herself over whether or not to tell her about the relapse. “It did, until Alexis slept in my bed last night, it brought all the feelings rushing back.” Sarah said, looking down and frowning.

“Well, a little relapse is normal, I’m sure over time it will become less and eventually go away all together.”

Over the next few weeks Sarah, refused to believe she was still attracted to her sister. She told her psychiatrist at school that she didn’t have them any more. Even spending another night with her sister, she refused to believe she was turned on by and attracted to her younger sister. She didn’t get any sleep, forcing herself to be awake all night to resist the urges. It was getting worse, each urge was greater, and each desire was hotter, but she kept denying it. She refused to believe she wanted to be with her little sister.

One morning, she woke up, from the dream she had everynight again, her hand down her panties, rubbing her soaking wet pussy furiously. She looked over and saw her sister was gone, she was happy she could finish. As she slid a finger inside her pussy she noticed a pair of the young girl’s panties on the floor near her bed. For once Sarah was happy Alexis never picked up after herself. Turning them inside out she pushed the bottom of them into her mouth, trying desperately to taste her pussy. Fingering herself harder and faster, trying to finish fast before her sister came in. Just as Sarah was about to cum, she shoved the panties down into hers, soaking them in her cum.

Hearing the shower turn off, Sarah pretended to be asleep, and wake up shortly after her sister came in. She still told herself that the entire time she was thinking of a guy, and she only grabbed her panties to soak up her juices so she didn’t mess up her sheets. Yet, in her heart, she knew it was always her sister on her mind.

Christmas

Christmas came again, and Alexis begged Sarah to share the bed again, saying she loves sleeping with her big sister. Sarah knew exactly what was going to happen, she knew that it’d be just like last year. But she stupidly agreed, instantly regretting it.

Christmas Eve came and went, slowly. Sarah tried to keep denying her attraction to Alexis, but the young girl’s playful mood and cuteness was too much for her to handle. After dinner, Sarah went up and showered quickly, almost tempted to touch herself in the shower, hoping it’d end the urges. But she couldn’t do it, not on Christmas. So she finished her shower, put on her panties and nightie and climbed into the small bed. Shortly after Alexis came up and jumped in the shower, Sarah was reading her book when Alexis came out of the shower, in just her panties. Alexis’s small, perky breasts, with her little nipples turned on Sarah immensley.

“Sis, I forgot to pack a nightie,” Alexis said frowning, looking so cute and innocent. “Can I borrow one of yours?”

Sarah had to look away and swallow hard, “I umm…I only brought one, little sis.”

Alexis walked over to the bed, playing shyly with her long brown hair, her angel eyes giving Sarah a look to make her heart melt. “So I have to sleep without one?”

“It’s okay, baby sis. I’ll sleep like that too if it’ll make you feel better.”

Sarah regretted saying it the moment it came out of her mouth. Alexis bounced shaking her head, smiling beautifuly. Sarah reached under the blankets and pulled off her shirt, her hard nipples hitting the cool air, making them harder. “We should just sleep nakey!” blurted Alexis.

Before she could even think Sarah replied, “Okay!” But before she could say she was kidding Alexis was bent over, pushing her panties down and stepping out of them. “No, baby sis, I was kidding.”

“But you already said yes…” Alexis pouted.

Seeing her angel pout was the worst sight Sarah could imagine, so she quickly pushed her panties down. Alexis jumped up happily as Sarah through her panties to the floor. Alexis climbed in the bed, facing away from her big sister. Looking back, Alexis kissed her older sister on the cheek, almost hitting her lips.

Feeling the warm, soft flesh of Alexis’s butt pushed against Sarah’s pubic bone sent her wild. Wrapping her arms aroung the young girl, careful not to touch her boobs, Sarah pushed her breasts on Alexis’s back. The sensation on her hard nipples was amazing, Sarah started lightly humping against Alexis’s ass. She froze when Alexis turned over, laying on her back. Looking at her face in the moon light made it even more beautiful. Her perfect lips slightly parted, her angelic eyes covered by gorgeous lids. Sarah couldn’t resist, she leaned in, and kissed her lips. She didn’t know what she was doing, but she couldn’t stop herself. After a moment with no resistance, Sarah slowly slipped her tongue into her sister’s mouth.

Alexis woke up instantly when her big sister’s lips touched hers. At first she put her hands up to push her away, but the slid around her back when the tongue entered her mouth and pulled her in. Feeling her older sister’s body pushed against her own excited her. She allowed her tongue to go out and meet Sarah’s.

She was actually making out with her younger sister, Sarah couldn’t believe it, and best of all, she knew she wasn’t dreaming. She put a leg between her sister’s, making sure to press it against her young pussy, grinding her own pussy on her sister’s leg. This little angel was taking her straight to heaven, Alexis even lifted her leg allowing Sarah to hump it better. They both moaned into the kiss, Sarah put her hands on Alexis’s face as the both humped into eachother’s legs. Sarah lifted her chest and put it down, trying to center up her nipples with Alexis’s. After a few tries she finally got it, and their hard nipples connecting made them both soar to a new high.

Alexis broke the kiss, “Sis…you’re making…my leg…so wet…” she said between breaths as they continued slowly grinding on eachother’s legs.

“And you’re making mine wet too little sis,” Sarah replied, leaning down to kiss her neck. Alexis moaned, and Sarah moved her hand over to the young girls boob, squeezing it softly. Her pussy felt like it was on fire as she kissed down her chest to her boobs. She didn’t know what came over her, she knew she should stop as she took a nipple into her mouth, her hand now moving down Alexis’s stomach. Slowly her hand passed over her belly button and over the young girl’s lower stomach. As she passed over her pubic bone she noticed she was so cleanly shaven she could’ve passed as waxed.

Her big sister’s mouth was over her nipple, hand heading for her flower. Alexis never thought she’d be in this position, she’d never even been turned on before, only just learned about it in school. And never been attracted to her big sister, or any girl, but now she was turned on by her big sister, and so attracted to her. She gasped as Sarah’s hand touched her pussy. Even Sarah lifted her head up to watch where she was touching. Alexis propped herself up on her elbows to watch as well.

Sarah explored the folds of the young girl’s pussy. It felt so wet, so slippery, so silky. She wanted to push her finger deep inside, but knew her sister was still a virgin and couldn’t do that, at least not yet. She spent a long time feeling all her folds, rubbing circles around her clit, pushing her finger between her pussy lips. All the while Sarah watched Alexis’s face, her reactions turning her on so much more than she already was. As she looked back down to the young, virgin pussy she knew she had to taste it. Sarah began sliding her finger tip up and down her slit, slowly at first, but very gradually picking up speed. She moved down between her sister’s legs, getting a good look at all of her pussy in the moon light.

She looked up to her younger sister’s eyes, they were looking right back down at her. As if they were begging her to kiss her clit. Sarah obliged, kissing it lightly. Instantly, Alexis’s back arched and she moaned loud. Alexis grabbed a pillow and put it over her face to muffle her screams as Sarah licked her pussy. Sarah moved her finger up and down the slit faster and faster, taking the clit into her mouth and sucking lightly. As she moved her finger faster and sucked harder, Alexis sat up, breathing hard, moaning loud. “Big sis…I’m gonna….I’m gonna…I’m gonna pee!” she said, trying to keep quiet.

Sarah just removed her finger and simply dove her tongue inside her little sister’s pussy, knowing that she was going to have her first orgasm. She licked all over inside and outside her pussy until she felt Alexis’s pussy begin to contract. Alexis bit the pillow hard and screamed into it as she came hard, it squirted out of her pussy all over Sarah’s face. What did get into Sarah’s mouth she swallowed happily, never tasting such a sweet taste in her life. She saved some in he mouth, and licked up Alexis’s body slowly, never bringing her tongue up, tasting her sister’s entire angelic body. She passed some of her own cum on to her little sister in the deepest kiss imagineable.

Alexis pushed Sarah over onto her back after swallowing the sweet tasting juice that came out of her own pussy. She wanted to give Sarah that same amazing feeling. So she took her hand and squeezed her big sister’s tit, just like Sarah did hers, soft and gentle, yet firmly. After a minute, when she could tell Sarah was out of breath Alexis moved her hand down Sarah’s body slowly. When she reached her pussy, just as she felt the heat coming from it, Sarah grabbed her hand lightly.

Sarah was moaning loud, her boobs felt amazing after being squeezed by Alexis. But when she felt her younger sister going for her pussy she wanted to look deep into her angel’s eyes as she touched her for the first time. Alexis’s eyes were full of love, as Sarah held her hand and pushed it against her pussy. She let Alexis explore her pussy for several minutes. All the while she never lost eye contact with young girl. Her fingers making her pussy feel as though it was on fire. Each time she touched her clit Sarah humped up, an electric shock going up her back quickly. As Alexis started running her finger tip up and down her slit, just like Sarah did to her, she grabbed her hand and guided her finger into her hole. “Baby sis, with me, you can go inside,” Sarah said as she pushed her finger inside her pussy, her own finger going in slowly as well. She was looking deep into the angel’s eyes as they both entered her pussy. Sarah closed her eyes tightly and arched her back.

Sarah’s finger slipping out of herself as Alexis began working her’s in and out slowly, then leaning down and taking her big sister’s nipple in her mouth. The young girl’s mouth on her nipple was pure extacy to Sarah. She felt her mouth sucking, and her tongue swirling around her nipple. Then another finger slid inside her pussy, making her back arch even more, lifting her ass off the bed, grabbing the same pillow and screaming into it. Her little sister’s fingers sliding in and out of her pussy faster and deeper and harder. Then she felt the young mouth travelling down her stomach slowly, and she wanted to scream louder. Hardly able to contain herself when Alexis’s mouth began sucking her clit lightly. She almost came hard when she felt her younger sister’s tongue swirling around her clit as she sucked on it.

She relaxed her back and looked down at her sister, whose eyes were looking right back up at hers. Those angel eyes looking right up into her eyes, they were filled with lust, and love. She grabbed onto her sister’s hair and pulled it lightly, humping against her face as she pulled her head into her. Alexis must of known she was close because she pulled her fingers out and slipped her tongue inside her pussy. It sent Sarah over the edge, she bit the pillow hard, screaming as loud as she could into it, arching her back as much as she could as she came harder than ever. She felt every contraction of her pussy as she squirted her cum out onto her younger sister’s face.

Alexis did the same thing her sister did, licking up her body slowly and kissing her deeply, passing some of her own pussy juice on to her. Sarah swallowed it happily and held her little sister. They were both clearly exhausted, and held eachother tightly, silently. They kissed eachother lightly. After a few minutes of cuddling Alexis turned to face away from Sarah, who came up and held her tightly, no longer in any torment over the situation. “How come, I could put my finger’s inside you, but you didn’t do that to me, sis?” Alexis asked softly.

“Because, I’m not a virgin, remember sissy?” She told her sister everything, and was sure to tell her that she lost her flower to a boy on her vacation, though the one thing she never thought she’d tell her was her feelings for her.

Alexis turned to face her sister, “Ohhhh…”

Before Alexis said any more, Sarah cut her off, “Make sure you save your flower for someone you’ll love and be with forever.”

Alexis kissed her on the lips lightly, yet lovingly. “I’ll save it for you big sister, I love you.”

“I love you too,” Sarah replied kissing her sister deeply.

As they drifted off to sleep together, facing eachother and holding eachother, Sarah thought she heard the door click shut, but pushed it off as a sound of her mind. She drifted off to sleep in the arms of the person she loved, in the arms of the person she loved, her angel. She was in heaven.

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While time is paused, Krystal gets naughty with her mother and Justin takes his sex slave into the girl’s locker room!

Time Manipulation Mind Control

Chapter Eight: Hot Paused Fun

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

Salome “Sam” Shapiro

My phone buzzed in my sweatpants pocket. Just like I was buzzing from my orgasm. Orgasms weren’t as messy or as useless as I thought. Well, they were messy, but in a naughty way. It was so exciting to be fingered by Justin’s mother. I knew there was a logical fallacy in insisting that Justin couldn’t touch me until he took me out on a date, but his mother could, I just… didn’t care. I wasn’t dating Justin’s mother, I was dating Justin.

I wanted our first time to be right.

My phone chirping meant there was an alert. It must be some new progress on the graviton phenomenon. My hands shot into my sweatpants pocket as I walked back to Miss Daisy’s classroom to get my book bags. Aurora darted past me, crying out for Justin. She was such a needy slave, but cared for my boyfriend. I hit the button on my phone, turning it on. I swiped—

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Krystal Sampson

“Krystal!” Brittany, the English exchange student that was in the year ahead of me, exclaimed. The black-haired girl shot her hands beneath her skirt right there in my college’s hallway. A few passing guys stopped and goggled as they watched the English girl drag down a pair of white panties striped with thin, pink lines. Brittany stepped out of them, her cheeks burning bright. She thrust them at me, saying, “Please, enjoy the scent of my hot cunt on my panties.”

She shuddered then blinked in shock. Gasping, she scurried away as my hypnotic command finished controlling her. I shuddered, so glad I gave that naughty order to every pretty girl I came across while I froze time an hour earlier. Anything I told a person while time was paused rewrote their minds.

Which was good because I loved the smell of hot cunt on panties. Normally, I would be smelling my own or my mom’s I stole from the dirty. Brittany’s were so warm. So hot and fresh. I brought them to my nose.

Inhaled that tart musk of Brittany’s snatch.

“Oh, my God, that’s so good,” I groaned. I didn’t care that the guys around me were staring at me with such hunger. They all creamed themselves at just a hint of a sexy girl showing any lesbian passion, and this… This was blatant lesbo behavior.

“Got another pair, huh?” my best friend, and lover, Ji-Yun asked as she join me. My Korean friend had such a big grin on her face, her delicate cheeks blushing dark with her excitement.

“Yes,” I said. “They’re Brittany’s.” I shoved them into my friend’s hands.

Ji-Yun brought them to her nose and, thanks to my hypnotic command to love pussy, inhaled. She groaned as she enjoyed that tart musk. I took my lover’s hand, clutching her tight as she breathed in again. The guys were really whooping now. They were all such animals. Perhaps I should give them a command.

I grinned. It was almost time.

I texted my brother one-handed, letting him know I was ready for him to stop time. A minute later, it happened. That energy rolled over me. It splashed around Ji-Yun and me, my aura extending to her somehow. It protected her from my brother’s power. I was immune to it. Which was a good thing, or I’d be one of Justin’s sluts now, too. He would make me love his cock. I wouldn’t care that I was a lesbian after he whispered in my ear while time was paused.

I knew he wanted me, but he would never get me.

“Okay, boys, you’re all a buncha animals,” I said to the guys, shaking my head. “You all just want pussy. And you know what, Pearline is more than willing to give it up.” I made Pearline into a slut for being a bitch to me. “She’s a whore. She’ll fuck every last one of you. So you don’t need to ogle the cute lesbians like me. Go and fuck her!”

Ji-Yun nodded her head in agreement then inhaled Brittany’s panties.

“Come on,” I said. “Let’s get up to no good.”

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Aurora Pritchard

My Master’s time-freezing powers washed over me. I shuddered as silence fell around us. Everyone paused in their place, including the sewage worker in his gray jumpsuits standing beside me. He was frozen in mid-step, staring at his phone intently. I ignored them all, my heart thundering. I had important news to deliver to Justin.

I held out my phone before my master, bouncing on the balls of my feet. “This is very, very bad, Master!”

“Um… the screen’s blank,” he said.

“Oh, shit,” I muttered, so agitated I said that word. I sighed; my phone had turned off. I turned it back on and… “Great, it’s not loading. I’m not getting a signal because…” I blushed. I wasn’t stupid. I mean, I was a blonde, but I wasn’t an airhead. It was just this frozen time was such a new thing. It was such an adjustment to my thinking. My phone worked because I was holding it, but it was useless without being connected to the cell network.

“It’s all over social media that your dad came in and begged you to fuck your mom,” I said. “Everyone has to know. I’m getting comments from friends that don’t even go to our college who know you’re into incest. It’s illegal. I know I shouldn’t have posted the pic on social media, but I didn’t think people would really believe me. But this? Your entire English class saw it. There’s even a video of you leading your mother out of the room while she’s groping your cock.”

My Master took me by the shoulders, he stared into my eyes, his dark and commanding. I shuddered as I drank in his dominating presence. He was so strong. So reassuring. I could see it in his eyes. He would fix this. He wouldn’t get into any trouble for screwing his mom at school. I could see her just a dozen feet away, wrapped up in a bathrobe, almost floating as she was paused in mid step beside his father.

“I’m going to take care of this, Aurora” Master told me. “Trust me.”

“I do trust you, Master.” I shuddered. “I more than trust you. I’ve given myself to you.”

His hand moved to my cheek, stroking across my flesh. I trembled and whimpered. He was so strong. How had I never noticed this in Justin? I blushed. I knew why. Because I thought he was just some nerdy loser. But he wasn’t. He was my Master. My owner. It didn’t matter to me that he mind-controlled me into being his slut (in fact, that made it hotter). It just mattered that he completed me.

“Let’s fix my parents, and the rest of this problem, and then were going to have fun today.”

“Yes, Master,” I said, my fear bleeding out of me. I believed him.

Justin went straight for his parents. He marched with purpose, brushing past the frozen sewage worker and a pair of girls I didn’t know. He reached his parents and clasped his hand on both their shoulders.

“Dad, if you get angry at Mom and need me to fuck her, and Mom if need to have me cuckold Dad, wait until I get home. Do not bring her to me unless I am at home. Especially, do not bring her to my college. Mom, you will wait eagerly for me to return knowing that you will get to cuckold your husband and get back at him for all the times he abused you.”

“That sounds perfect, Master,” Aurora said. “But what are we going to do about the people who saw you?”

Justin looked around, his brow furrowing for a moment. Then he nodded his head. “It looks like most of the students who did see me are still around. They’re just leaving Miss Daisy’s classroom. Look, there’s Chuck and Brad talking over there. Those three girls down there by the drinking fountain are also in my class. I bet they’re all gossiping about me.” He drew in a deep breath. “Everyone, you do not care about anything that I, Justin Sampson, do. You don’t think it’s weird at all that my father begged me to fuck my mother. You don’t have a problem with me fucking my mother. You think incest is just fine. You will delete all your posts, comments, and videos you’ve uploaded to the internet about my parents coming to our college.”

I nodded my head, smiling. It was such a great idea.

He grabbed my hand and led me down the hallway. We passed the sewage worker who was glancing at his phone, then we walked by Justin’s new girlfriend. Her face was flushed—I knew the look of sexual satisfaction—and she was in the process of swiping her phone’s screen to check a message.

I smiled, glad Master had some fun with her and his parents.

Justin kept giving out commands, repeating it as we moved through the bustling campus. This was such a smart idea. He had already placed our college’s president under his power, but now he mind-controlled everyone else. Now we could have our fun at school and not have to worry about the consequences.

I shuddered, my pussy so hot. Juices ran down my thighs. I couldn’t wait for all the fun we would have today.

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Krystal Sampson

My brother was shouting through the halls, giving some sort of commands. His voice dwindled away, my brother heading in another direction. Which was fine by me. He could do his perverted things when time was frozen, and I would do mine.

I was looking for just the perfect girl to devour while Ji-Yun ate my pussy. I was thinking about going back and hitting up Brittany, since her pussy smelled so delicious on her panties, when I stepped into a T-intersection.

Ji-Yun’s hand squeezed down on mine. She exclaimed, “Oh, wow, your parents are here!”

My head whipped to the right. I blinked at the sight of my mom and dad about a dozen feet away from me. They were frozen walking towards me, Dad with a goofy grin on his face, something I hadn’t seen since before he hurt his “back” and had to stop working. Mom was beside him wearing her bathrobe. It was clear that was all she was wearing. She clutched it closed about her busty body, her face flushed like she had just been fucked.

My jaw dropped.

Justin fucked our mom at school.

“Look, look, you can see your brother’s cum running down your mom’s thighs,” Ji-Yun said, such excitement burning in her voice. “I read a post that your parents came into his class about twenty minutes ago. Your dad was begging Justin to fuck your mom.”

“Yeah, my brother gave them both perverted commands last night,” I said. I tugged on Ji-Yun’s hand, wanting to leave. “Let’s go find Brittany. She shouldn’t be far. I would love to eat her pussy.”

“But your mom is right there.” Ji-Yun shot me an excited look while resisting going with me. “We could devour her. Doesn’t that sound hot?”

“Normally,” I said. “But my brother just fucked her. She’s full of his cum.” A strange, nervous writhe through my stomach as I remembered the conversation I had with Ji-Yun before classes started. It was right after I unfroze time and she brought up eating my brother’s cum out of Aurora’s pussy. Or my mom’s.

“Exactly,” Ji-Yun said. She broke away from me and darted down the hallway. She slipped around Chuck and Brad to reach my mom and fell to her knees. My lover threw a look over her shoulder. “Come on, Krystal, this is the perfect time to lick your brother’s cum out of a woman’s pussy. Your mother’s pussy! It will be so yummy!”

This was such a difference in Ji-Yun. I know I had changed her, but it was almost like I had messed her up even more than I thought. But I hadn’t told her to like my brother’s cum. It had to be some sort of latent, incestuous desire on her part she could finally express thanks to my commands. I had opened herself up to enjoying sex without shame.

It had to be that, because I didn’t do this to my friend.

I drifted towards my friend and my parents, my stomach squirming more as Ji-Yun ripped open my mom’s robe. She bared Mom’s lush and curvy body. My mother had such big, pillowy tits, just begging to be squeezed and played with. Her nipples were hard and pink. I licked my lips, wanting to suckle on them. Then I noticed Mom’s brown bush was matted with my brother’s cum.

Ji-Yun’s finger slid through those silky curls and gathered a glob of my brother’s jizz. My Korean lover popped into her mouth. She moaned like tasting my brother’s spunk was the greatest thing in the world.

I swallowed as I stopped beside her.

With a hungry groan, my friend buried her face into my time-paused mother’s pussy. I shuddered as Ji-Yun lapped up my brother’s cum clinging to mother’s bush and dribbling out of her twat’s depths. I caught a glimpse of Ji-Yun’s pink tongue bringing a big, pearly glob of Justin’s jizz into her mouth.

A strange warmth rushed out of my pussy. I let out a whimper, squirming my hips. This was both disgusting and yet… arousing. My lover was enjoying eating my brother’s cum out of our mother’s pussy. It was my brother’s seed leaking out of our mother’s cunt. It was as incestuous as you could get. As taboo and utterly forbidden as anything could possibly be. My brother might even knock up our mother.

Our dad had a vasectomy.

I shuddered, wondering if I already had a new sibling growing inside of my mom. A little zygote; the union of their forbidden passion.

My girlfriend now shared this incestuous passion. Ji-Yun licked and lapped at my mother’s cunt with such hunger. Her delicate fingers clenched at my mother’s hips, clinging to her as the eighteen-year-old girl feasted on my mother’s snatch.

My pussy grew hotter and hotter. I wasn’t wearing any panties, and my trimmed bush wasn’t holding back the flood of my juices. I shouldn’t find this hot, but it was taboo knowing she was eating the incestuous mixing of my mother and brother. It sent dizzying waves through me. I wanted to stop her. To pull her away and forget I ever felt anything as arousing.

I didn’t want anything to do with my brother. I didn’t want his cock coming anywhere near me, but his cum… His was cum leaking out of our mother’s cunt.

What was wrong with me?

Ji-Yun’s wrenched her head away, her lips smeared with pussy cream and pearly jizz. Her left hand shot out and grabbed my right wrist. Before I could stop her, she yanked down hard. I gasped as she pulled me down beside her. A jolt of pain flared through my kneecaps as they hit the floor.

Before I realized what was happening, Ji-Yun’s lips were on mine, her tongue thrusting into my open mouth. I tasted something salty mixed with the sweet juices of my mother’s cunt. My eyes widened as Ji-Yun kissed me with such passion.

She was shoveling my brother’s jizz into my mouth.

My stomach clenched. Waves of shameful lust surged out of my pussy as I kissed my girlfriend back.

I couldn’t stop myself from enjoying this. It was so wrong. It made my pussy clench and itch. More of my juices flooded down my thighs. I was so aware that more of my brother’s jizz was frozen inside of my mother’s pussy.

That juicy, taboo snatch was only a few inches away. I just had to break my kiss with Ji-Yun, and I could be eating it. Then I could be feasting on that incestuous mix directly.

I broke the kiss with Ji-Yun. I had to flee. I had to get to my food. But… I trembled, my eyes locked on my mother’s pussy. Her bush was parted in strange ways, her curly hair pushed down from Ji-Yun’s nuzzling, leaving them frozen in place. I could see my mother’s labia spread apart by Ji-Yun’s licking tongue. Inside her depths, I spotted my brother’s cum that was frozen before it could leak out of her.

“Do it,” Ji-Yun purred. “Lick your brother’s jizz out of your mother’s pussy. You know you want to. You know that will be so hot.”

I let out a groan. I couldn’t stand. I couldn’t flee, but I also couldn’t move those last few inches to my mother’s snatch. I was terrified of what it would mean if I licked my brother’s jizz out of her. I was gay. I didn’t like boys at all. They revolted me.

So why did I want my brother’s cum? Where had this depraved impulse come from?

Ji-Yun held the back of my head, her fingers digging into my black hair. My pigtails swayed about my shoulder as she pressed my face into my mother’s incestuous snatch. I tasted Mom’s sweet juices followed by that salty, forbidden flavor of my brother’s jizz.

I licked.

My pussy clenched as I tasted my brother’s cum out of my mother’s pussy. I gathered a glob of it with my tongue and drew it into my mouth. I groaned at the salty flavor. I pressed my mouth tight against my mother’s silky snatch. My eyes stared up at her exposed breasts, her face mostly hidden from my sight by those massive boobs.

“Good, good,” Ji-Yun cute. “Mmm, that’s it. You love tasting your brother’s spunk mixed with your mother’s pussy. That’s the first step. You’re enjoying how good it tastes. How naughty it makes you feel.”

I just kept licking, fluttering my tongue, not really caring what she said. This mad, depraved lusted seized me. I thrust my tongue deep into my mother’s cunt, searching for more of my brother’s jizz. I wanted to drink it all out of her.

Ji-Yun squirmed beside me. I felt her head wiggled between my thighs. Her hands pushed up my skirt before she seized my hips and yanked me down a few inches to plant my pussy on her face. I groaned as I rubbed my hot cunt on my girlfriend’s mouth.

My Korean lover flicked her tongue out and slid it through my folds. She drank my fresh-tasting juices. My toes curled in my shoes as the pleasure rippled through me. It was so wonderful to feel Ji-Yun nibbling on my clit.

She worshiped it, sending sparks of rapture bursting inside my pussy. I moaned into my time-frozen mother’s cunt, licking up all her delicious, wonderful juices. I didn’t care why her cream could flow while the rest of her was outside the flow of time.

I just enjoyed the taste of her.

I squirmed atop her as I feasted on my mother’s cunt. I licked and lapped, searching for more of my brother’s salty jizz. I couldn’t find any more. I’d eaten all of Justin’s spunk out of her. I moaned my disappointment, my hips wiggling from side to side.

“No,” I groaned while Ji-Yun’s tongue lapped up through my folds to find my clit.

She sucked on it.

“I want more,” I groaned into my mother’s snatch, utterly lost to this depraved pleasure.

I reached up and played with her big titties, squeezing and kneading them, loving her heavy, plump fullness. My tongue swirled deep inside her snatch. I fluttered it around inside of her. I just knew there was more of my brother’s jizz in her, but it was trapped in her. Paused. I need to make her cum to get it out.

My nose nuzzled against her clit. I knew that would make my mother feel amazing. I pinched her nipples, playing with those fat nubs as I moved my lips. My pigtails caressed my shoulders as I latched onto my mom’s clit.

I sucked hard.

My own pussy clenched as I imagined my mother crying out in rapture. I knew she was loving this. If she could move, she’d be shuddering and heaving. More and more of her juices coated my face as I ground my cunt on Ji-Yun’s hungry mouth.

My friend Ji-Yun stopped sucking on my clit to nibble on my labia. She teased me. I couldn’t take much more. This was all so hot, so wrong. I sucked hard on my mother’s clit while pulling on her nipples.

It happened. I made my mother climax.

She cried out in rapture. Her juices gushed out of her. I moved my mouth over her hole, letting her sweet cream pour down my throat. I shuddered at the salty flavor mixed in it. That nasty, yet exciting, taste of my brother’s cum. I was getting the last of the jizz that was inside of her. I was feasting on it, swallowing it. I gulped it down with such a hungry need.

Ji-Yun flicked my clit with her tongue.

Sparks of rapture burst inside me.

“Ji-Yun!” I screeched.

“Yes, yes, yes, Kristi!” she moaned back as my orgasm convulsed through my cunt. “Bathe me in your juices!”

Just like my mother bathed my face, I’d drenched Ji-Yun’s. My lover’s tongue licked and lapped through my folds. She gathered up all my sweet cream while I trembled in ecstasy. Waves of rapture washed through my body, drowning my mind.

It was so wrong with me to enjoy this. I shouldn’t have loved the taste of my brother’s cum. But I did. A part of me wanted more. As my orgasm peaked, I was afraid what I would do if I came across another girl frozen with my brother’s jizz trapped inside her pussy.

“Oh, I knew you would love that,” panted Ji-Yun as she squirmed up beneath me. “Ooh, you drenched me. It was so hot.”

“Yeah,” I said, glancing at Ji-Yun. As my orgasm died, a strange unease rippled through me. “Ji-Yun—”

She cupped my pussy-stained cheeks and kissed me hard on the mouth before I could ask my question. Her tongue thrust past my lips, letting me taste my own fresh juices mixed with my mother’s sweet cream. I groaned, melting into the joy of experiencing my Korean girlfriend’s passion.

When she broke the kiss, I was panting. Dizzy waves of lust washed through me.

“Now let’s go find Brittany and eat her pussy!” Ji-Yun said. “We’ll finger each other as we devour her!”

I nodded my head. Ji-Yun was still the same. Mostly. She was just… free. “Yes!”

We hopped to our feet, taking a moment to close my mother’s robe, then we sprinted down the hallway hand-in-hand. We wove through the other students, searching for that English girl.

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Justin Sampson

“Another sewage worker, huh?” I said to Aurora as we neared the gym. He was nowhere near the other guy. Did they not know where the problem was?

Then I realized why he might be here.

I smiled at the sight a group of guys crowding around Petra. She was leaning up against the wall, face twisted in rapture. The Hispanic girl had shoved up her blouse, exposing a maroon bra. One cup was shoved up over her soft, pillowy breast. Her exposed, golden-brown tit was clenched in her left hand. Her right was shoved between her thighs. Her jeans and maroon thong were bunched around her thighs. She was frigging herself. It looked like she had three digits buried in her snatch.

Aurora giggled. “Your command is really driving her wild. She didn’t even make it into the changing room before she just lost all control and had to masturbate again.”

“Yeah,” I said glancing at the sewage worker. He had his phone aimed right at the masturbating girl, clearly recording the nineteen-year-old coed’s naughty antics. “Explains why he’s here. Probably followed her.”

Aurora nodded her head, her green eyes sparkling. She squeezed my hand. “Paris had to flee my class because she couldn’t stop fingering herself. Of course, our Mr. Viên Lê didn’t mind one bit. The perv was getting off watching the slut finger herself.”

“I wonder how long the pair will hold out before they’re begging to be mine?”

“Hopefully all day,” Aurora said. There was a malicious joy on her lips. Aurora’s friends had not been supportive of her new lifestyle choices.

“Maybe,” I said, slipping my arm around my sex slave’s shoulder. I liked how she pressed against me, her arms slipping around my waist as we stared at her friend frozen in the throes of masturbatory ecstasy.

It was nice having Aurora against me like this.

“When she and Paris do surrender, they’ll have to obey you, too,” I told Aurora. “You’re my head slave.”

Aurora squeezed me tight and bounced against me. “Thank you, Master! I’ll make sure they’re spanked whenever they’re naughty!”

My dick throbbed. “I know you will, slut.”

Aurora gave a rich giggle. “Look at Mike, there. Mmm, he’s groping himself. I bet he jizzes in his pants when Petra cums.”

“Probably.” I looked around. “Maybe we should get spy cameras set up through the school. We can’t be everywhere to watch the results of our commands.”

“True.” Aurora giggled. “Then we could stream it on the Internet. Wouldn’t that be naughty?”

“Probably get us in a lot of trouble,” I said. “We need to be more careful about what people are posting on the Internet.”

“Well, I think we covered the entire college with your new commands.”

I nodded my head. I hoped that was the case.

“Come on, slut, I’m eager to play. We’ve done enough work with the frozen time.”

Aurora nodded her head, her cheeks bursting with color.

We sauntered to the girl’s locker room. It should be pretty full by now, I didn’t see any of the girls lingering in the hallway watching Petra masturbate. I bet they were all gossiping inside as they changed into their gym wear. I couldn’t wait to see them all.

A hot rush swept through me as we navigated the serpentine opening to enter the girls’ locker room. There were no doors, but the way the walls were set up, you couldn’t see inside. My excitement rose. I was doing this. I was entering the girls’ locker room. Every guy I knew had talked about coming in here.

When my friend, Eddie, still attended our college, we would discuss it all the time. What we would do if we had superpowers. We both agreed that if we could turn invisible, we would sneak in here and stare at the sexy coeds changing. We’d get to see their naked tits and curvy asses and juicy pussies.

Sam would just ignore us when we talked about these conversations. She’d be lost in her thoughts, not caring about whatever perverted subjects had caught her fancy. Well, the new Sam might join Aurora and me in the future.

My grin broadened.

I groaned as we finished navigating the snaking entrance and I beheld the girls’ locker room. It was a mirror of the guys’ with their lockers on the left instead of the right. Between them were rows of benches. The showers were in the back. They lacked stall dividers and were open the same as with the boys’.

The girls were all in various stages of undress, some popping off their blouses and bras, others pulling on their sports bras and tank tops. Blonde Shelley was bent over, her ass pointed right at me as she was stepping out of her tight jeans. Her delicious rump was clad in a lacy pair of sky-blue panties. Beyond her, Rita, a golden-skinned Hispanic girl, was adjusting a dark-gray sports bra over her round breasts.

“Look, look, Master!” Aurora pointed deeper into the locker room. “Look at Tracy!”

I followed her pointing finger to the bustiest girl in my gym class. Tracy was frozen at just the right moment. She was just pulling the cups of her sports bra down to cover those big, lush tits exposed to our gaze. They were as large as my mom’s, but with the youthful perkiness of a nineteen-year-old hottie. I groaned at the sight of them, my dick throbbing so hard in my jeans. Tracy had no idea I was ogling her. Her head was turned to the right like she was chatting with Rebecca, the blonde girl on Aurora’s cheer squad.

“They are utterly oblivious that we’re here, Master,” Aurora said. “Ooh, I’m glad I brought my toy.”

I was about to ask her about her toy when I noticed Coach Johnson was lounging at the entrance to her office. She was peering out at the changing girls. No, she was peering right at Tracy and those lush, exposed tits. I always thought Coach Johnson was a lesbian.

I grinned, studying her, thoughts bursting through me. She was young with an athletic build, her brown hair cut short. She stood with dominating attitude and was sexy in an Amazonian sort of way, with a butch presence about her.

It always seemed like she was staring at the girls’ asses. Guess she was.

“I think Coach Johnson is licking her lips as she ogles at Tracy’s tits,” I said, marching towards the lesbian gym teacher.

“You are so right, Master?” Aurora said as she rushed along beside me.

We slipped around petite Jeanette. The girl had just arrived and was still clad in her normal clothes. Once past her, I stopped before the gym coach. She wore a white t-shirt stretched over her round breasts, a pair of blue athletic shorts cladding her hips and thighs.

My excitement surged through me, twitching my dick.

I was pretty sure I didn’t have to whisper into someone’s ear to mind control them, or else my shouting commands wouldn’t work, but it just made it feel… more wicked. More secret. I pressed my lips right up against her ear and said, “I want you to go up to the hottest girl, the one that you really want to fuck, and just eat out her pussy.” I shuddered. “In this locker room, girls have to let you eat their pussies. I don’t want you to hide your attraction for your female students any longer. Enjoy them.”

“You’re so generous, Master,” Aurora said, her voice sounding almost like my mom’s when she congratulated me.

I turned out to face the changing girls. This was so exciting. I couldn’t wait for time to unpause after I gave my commands. There’s so many cute girls in here. There was Melissa standing nearby, her panties around her ankle. She already had her tank top on, her ebony rump curvy and beautiful as she stood on one foot, pulling her dainty underwear off the other.

“Girls, when you walk into this locker room, you instantly become horny.” My voice echoed through the silent locker room. I spoke at the top of my lungs, making sure to project my command to every single hottie in here. “You just want to have sex. You don’t care with whom. Guy or girl, it doesn’t matter. You just want to get naughty. You want to suck their dicks and lick their pussies. You want to cum with them. A lot.”

Aurora nodded her head in complete agreement beside me. “Make them all sluts, Master!”

I grinned and continued, “If Coach Johnson wants to eat your pussy, you’ll let her. You know the lesbian will make you cum hard. You’ll drop anything that you’re doing to let her feast on you.”

“Yes, yes, yes, you will,” Aurora moaned, her body shuddering. She was rubbing her hands inf her crotch, pressing her skirt between her thighs. “This is making me so wet, Master.”

I smiled. “And if you see me, Justin Sampson, or Aurora Pritchard in the locker room, you really want to have sex with us. You’ll swarm us. You’ll be eager to suck my cock and lick Aurora’s pussy over anyone else’s. You want to get fucked by us.”

“Fucked so hard,” Aurora moaned, her green eyes fluttering. “Oh, Master, before we unpause time, can I have fun with my toy?”

“Toy?” I asked.

“I was so naughty, Master,” she said, shifting around the purse she wore slung over her shoulder. I hardly paid attention to her carrying it. Every girl had a purse. She shoved her hand inside hers then pulled out a thick, dark-purple dildo attached to a vinyl harness.

“You brought a strap-on dildo?” I asked, arching an eyebrow.

“Wouldn’t it be hot to watch me fuck one of these time-paused sluts?” she asked me. “You could even… fuck me while I’m doing it.”

“Hell yeah! Do it. Your choice on which girl.”

She burst into excited, schoolgirl shrieks and threw her arms around my neck. The dildo was still clutched in her right hand, its strap draping over my shoulder as she pressed her lips into my mouth. She kissed me so hard while bouncing against me. Her body was so lithe and nubile, breasts so firm.

My cheerleader slave had such an exuberant surrender. She could keep me hard even if my time-manipulation power didn’t siphon off some of that energy I used to freeze everything to give me unlimited sexual stamina.

Aurora broke the kiss and sprang back for me. “Oh, Master, you won’t be disappointed!”

“You haven’t disappointed me yet, slut,” I told her.

She beamed at me. There was such joy in her eyes. I loved giving her that joy. It was so strange. I could feel different emotions for different girls. I wanted just to make Sam happy by dating her, I wanted to treat Aurora like the slut she ached to be, I wanted to ensure my mother was never sad, and I wanted to fuck my lesbian sister so hard. I hoped my commands to Ji-Yun were bearing fruit. Hopefully, the other commands I whispered to Miss Daisy would also help. I needed to be subtle. If Kristi thought I was trying to seduce her, she’d dig her heels in and be a stubborn bitch.

But if she thought she was discovering a new delight all on her own…

I blinked out of those naughty thoughts as Aurora whipped off her top, baring her round, perky breasts. Her nipples were dusky-pink and thrusting hard from her areolas. She had that limber energy all the cheerleaders possessed, bouncing and squirming her body in such a cock-hardening way as she stripped out of her skirt. She had a landing strip of blonde hair that led to her shaved, flushed pussy.

She stepped out of her skirt with grace and then stepped into the strap-on harness with pizzazz. She drew the vinyl harness up her lithe legs and nestled the base of the fake cock right against her clit.

Humming to herself, she tightened the straps, her perky tits jiggling. She wiggled her hips, making the flexible, rubbery toy swished back and forth before her. She grinned, nodding her head and satisfaction.

As she headed out among the girls to choose which one she’d fuck, I ripped off my t-shirt. While kicking off my shoes, I attacked the fastener of my jeans. I was ready to enjoy more pussy. I would fuck my sex slave as she pounded one of these time-frozen whores.

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Aurora Pritchard

Such joy burst inside of me as I headed right for the perfect girl. I slipped past my teammate, Rebecca, and grabbed Tracy’s big boobs from behind. My fingers sank into those pillowy mounds as I grinned at Master over the frozen girl’s shoulder. I shook her big titties at him, loving the way her pillowy mounds jiggled in my grip.

“I’m going to fuck Tracy so hard, Master,” I moaned while pressing the dildo into Tracy’s panty-clad rump.

“Fuck yeah,” groaned Justin. He was such a handsome man, his dark hair mussed, a boyish grin on his lips. You would think a nerd would be skinny, but he actually had some muscle on him. He moved towards me, his huge cock—a dick bigger than any guy I’d fucked, including Chris, my ex-boyfriend—bobbed before him. I licked my lips as he came closer and closer to me, that wonderful cock swaying. Precum beaded at the tip.

“Mmm, I get to fuck that cock, Tracy,” I whispered in the frozen girl’s ear. “You know what, you might get to fuck him, too. I mean, were about to have a big orgy in here. You know that’s going to be hot.” I squeezed her tits, my fingers really digging into her pillowy mounds.

Then I released her tits to rip down her panties. As Master slipped by Rebecca, his hand squeezed my fellow cheerleader’s firm rump, leaving an impression in her gym shorts. I smiled, loving how this frozen time worked.

I tugged down Tracy’s panties. She had a trimmed, brown bush covering her pussy. I stuck a finger into her curls, finding her hot folds. I stroked her, feeling her getting juicy. Her pussy lips moved, nudged by my fingers, then didn’t seal back tight, frozen in place.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard, Tracy!” I moaned. “You’re going to cum like a slut on my fake dick!”

Master laughed.

I bounded to my feet, so eager to fuck Tracy. I grabbed my dildo and lined it up to her pussy. I nuzzled it into her brown pubic hair and groaned as I pressed it into her cunt’s entrance. I released the toy to throw my arms around her body.

Lined up, I grabbed those big boobs again, holding tight as I wiggled my hips.

The base of the dildo pressed against my clit. I slid it home into her cunt, pleasure rippling through me, throbbing from my bud. I hugged her tight, my round breasts rubbing into the silky suppleness of her back, my nipples sending tingles racing down to my juicy pussy.

Master groaned as he watched me draw back my hips and slam the toy back into Tracy’s depths. I was fucking the time-paused girl. It was my turn to use a frozen slut’s body. To drive a naughty girl wild with pleasure that she wouldn’t ever know she had experienced. She would enjoy a euphoric rush of bliss when time came unpaused. She’d gasp out in rapture as she enjoyed an orgasm shooting through her in a flashing second.

Just like I had when Master fucked me the day before while I was paused.

I thrust harder and faster into Tracy. My clit drank in the delight while my crotch smacked over and over into her rump. My juices trickled hot down my thighs, leaking out of my juicy snatch. This was so exciting. My nipples throbbed against her back, my orgasm swelling.

Master moved up behind me. I groaned as Justin’s cock rubbed against my asscheeks. I shuddered as his dick shaft slid down to my butt-crack. He grazed my sphincter as he moved lower and lower, finally reaching the lips of my pussy. I shuddered as he rubbed his dick up and down my snatch, poised to ram into me.

“I own this cunt,” Master growled into my ear as his arms went around me and Tracy. His hands joined mind on Tracy’s tits. “I own you. You’re my sex slave.”

“I am, Master,” I moaned.

He thrust in the me. The force buried the dildo deep into Tracy’s cunt. My snatch drinking the friction of his thrusting shaft while my clit ached against the base of the sex toy. Juices ran down my thighs as my pussy grew hotter.

Justin groaned, his hand squeezing over mine, digging my fingers deep into Tracy’s plump tits. He drew back his cock, groaning and growling his pleasure as he enjoyed my tight pussy.

His pussy.

He slammed back into me, his balls smacking into my flesh. The force of his passion drove the dildo deep into Tracy’s cunt again, my clit rejoicing at the stimulation pressing on it. He set the pace. I just followed him, moving my hips, working with him. He fucked me as I fucked Tracy.

It was amazing. He held me, his mouth nibbling at my neck. She sucked as he plowed into my cunt harder and harder. The silky friction sent pleasure rippling through my body. My orgasm swelled and swelled inside of me.

This was so hot.

“Yes, yes, yes use my pussy! It’s yours, Master!” I moaned as he thrust into me. He pumped away so hard, thrusting into my depths. He churned me up. Drove me wild. My eyes rolled back into my head as I loved every moment of this. I never wanted to stop.

I wanted him to fuck me forever.

My pussy clenched down on his dick, increasing my pleasure. His strokes plunged my dildo faster and faster into Tracy’s pussy. I knew she would be moaning like me if she weren’t frozen. She’d be gasping and grunting and crying out in rapturous delight. She would be screaming Master’s name as she cried out her pleasure.

“Master!” I moaned. “Oh, my God, I’m going to cum on your dick while fucking Tracy!”

“Do it, slut! I want you to explode. I want to feel that cunt milking my cock. I want to feel your snatch writhing about my dick. When the orgy starts, one lucky girl’s going to lick my jizz out of your cunt!”

“Yes!” I cried out. I wanted that so badly.

Master slammed into me, driving my dildo into Tracy’s depths. The base of the dildo pressed on my clit. His girth filled my cunt. The two sensations rippled through me. My nipples throbbed against Tracy’s back.

I exploded.

“Master!” I cried out as my cunt rippled around his dick. “Cum in me! Fill me to the hilt with all your yummy spunk! Make a creampie in me for Tracy to eat!”

“Fuck,” Justin grunted as he thrust his dick in and out of my convulsing pussy.

I felt juices running down my thighs. Not my own cream, though. Tracy must be cumming, too. Her pussy must be gushing her cream, her snatch writhing around my sex toy the same way my pussy convulsed around my Master’s shaft.

Stars burst in my eyes. I drowned in ecstasy. It was so wonderful to experience this pleasure with my Master. My owner fucked his dick so hard into me. Wave after wave of ecstasy flowed through me. My head threw back. I screamed in wordless rapture. My voice echoed through the frozen locker room. My passion reverberated, celebrating my orgasm.

Master buried his cock into me.

His cum fired into me. I felt every hot blast of his jizz spurting into me. It was so wonderful to experience. Over and over. More and more of his spunk spilled into me. I savored it, my pussy writhing about him.

He grunted with each one. I pleased him. My pussy milked him dry while my orgasm screamed to its heights. I swayed, nearly overwhelmed by the passion. It carried me to such wondrous heights. My pleasure peaked in me.

“Yes, you are my sex slave!” Justin snarled. “I own you, and you love it.”

“I do, Master,” I moaned, such a big smile spreading across my lips. “Mmm, let’s get the orgy started!”

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Justin Sampson

Aurora and I stood in the shower area, naked and ready. She still wore the strap-on dildo, the shaft dripping with Tracy’s pussy juices. My sex slave looked so gorgeous naked and flushed, her round tits quivering with her excitement.

I concentrated. “FLOW!”

The power burst out of me. Sound rippled through the locker room. Tracy threw back her head and screamed out in orgasmic rapture, her naked tits heaving before her. Rebecca gasped at the sight of Tracy crying out in her climactic rapture from being fucked by Aurora’s dildo.

“Yes,” Rebecca said, ripping off her sports bra. “That’s the sounds I need to make.”

“Oh, fuck yeah,” groaned Melissa. The Black girl shuddered as she freed her small breasts.

“It’s happening, Master,” moaned Aurora as she quivered beside me.

I nodded my head, licking my lips as the girl’s in the locker room stripped naked. Coach Johnson ripped off her tank top and sports bra in a single go. Her firm tits spilled out and jiggled before her. Petite Jeanette was struggling to get out of her regular clothing, her jeans getting bunched around her thighs as she tried to shove them down too fast.

“Oh, my God, yes,” Tracy moaned. Her head snapped around then she saw me in the shower area. “Master?”

I blinked. “What?”

Tracy darted out around the locker, those big tits heaving before her. The girl’s brown hair swayed about her flushed face. She almost tripped, her panties bunched around her ankles. She shook her foot, her left pulling free, and kept running. Her panties bounced around her right ankle.

She fell to her knees before me and stared up at me the same way Aurora would. I gaped, confused by what she was doing. I didn’t give Tracy any commands to be my slave. I just told the girls they wanted to fuck me. I could see the others were stripping naked while staring at Aurora and me with hunger in their eyes, eager to rush forward and fuck us.

Not to be our sex slaves.

Coach Johnson snagged Melissa and fell to her knees before the girl. She moaned, “I want to eat your pussy so bad. You’re so gorgeous. So exotic.”

Tracy fisted my cock and licked at the tip, staring up at me with such hunger in her eyes.

“Why do you think I’m your Master?” I asked her.

“Because you own my pussy. You own me, Master,” Tracy said and then engulfed my cock with her hot lips.

I groaned. Those were the same words I told Aurora as I was fucking her. I was so close to Tracy, she must’ve heard them. She must not realize I was speaking to my sex slave.

Rebecca and Shelley darted at me, both girls running up to me. “Justin!” groaned Shelley, her blonde hair bouncing about her shoulders. “Oh, my God, I need to fuck you so bad all of a sudden. And you, too Aurora!”

“No, no, I need to fuck you, Master!” the other blonde cheerleader on our college’s cheer squad moaned.

The other girl that was nearby when I fucked Aurora.

Before I could respond, Shelley threw her arms around my neck, kissing me hard on the mouth. Her breasts pressed into my chest. Rebecca fell to her knees beside Tracy. I shuddered as both their lips nuzzled into the tip of my dick.

Gym class was about to heat up.

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Salome “Sam” Shapiro

—my phone’s screen. The alert came up. It was an update from the forum posting about the gravitons. Ipso_Custodes posted: “NSA is rumored to be operating in the area of the disturbance. Maybe this is a government thing that’s gone wrong. I have sources calling it Operation KRONOS. NSA liked to pose as some sort of utility workers. May be in the area. See if you can locate them.”

I blinked. A man in a gray work suit walked by me, staring at his phone intently. A septic worker…

I glanced over my shoulder to tell Justin about this and… He was gone. He and Aurora both had vanished. They were just nearby. She just ran past me. I blinked, spotting Justin’s mom swaying, clutching to his dad and panting like she just had another orgasm.

Did he take his sex slave into the bathroom? It was the only place he could have gone. Class wasn’t as important as updating my boyfriend. I’d just wait for them to finish while adding my comment, asking, “Does anyone know exactly who the NSA are posing as?”

“Sewage workers, gas repairmen, plumbers, could be anything,” Ipso_Custodes answered. “But they like to be ‘clever’ and use the same initials as their organization.”

Nasty Sewage Assault!… The name of the company and their bright logo of an explosion behind their name filled my mind. A shiver of excitement ran through me.

To be continued…

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