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Cherise fears having to marry and losing her virginity. If she does, she will lose her friendship with Willoweyes, the unicorn she’s known all her life. But when their innocent friendship turns to love, Cherise discovers a new future.

A Girl and Her Unicorn
Chapter One: Virgin Connection
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

Cherise – Tol Via Village, The Kingdom of Athlos

I hurried with my chores. My eyes were drawn to the dark edge of the Rothin forest. My family’s farm lay right on the edge of the dark woods. Silver flashed between the trees. A unicorn had neared the edge. Everyone in the village whispered about the dreadful, horned unicorns that roamed the large woods. Everyone who risked the forest always spoke of catching glimpses of the creatures and were thankful to make it out alive.

Everyone believed the unicorns killed those that trespassed.

But I knew the truth. Unicorns were majestic creatures. They were just shy. They would only approach a virgin girl. They feared men and their dangerous appetites. When a unicorn spotted a human, they fled unless they were pure like me.

I was six when I met Willoweyes. I had been playing on the edge of the farm, my short skirts flying about my bluish legs while my golden hair flowed behind me. They said humans outside the Kingdom of Athlos didn’t have pale-blue skin and shimmering golden or silver hair. I always thought that was strange. Willoweyes had a slivery coat that caught my eyes. I bet my light-red eyes lit up as I behold her beautiful sight for the first time.

Willoweyes had deep green eyes that fixed on me, a short horn, ivory horn rising between her eyes. Before meeting her, I had always thought horses were majestic creatures, but they seemed like mangy dogs compared to the grace and beauty of the foal. With a squeal of joy, I rushed to her. We spent the afternoon frolicking in the forest.

At the end, she had transformed into a girl and gave me a big hug. “I’m so glad we finally met,” she told me, speaking with a melodic tone. “I’ve been smelling your purity for weeks. I finally had the courage to come to the forest edge.”

“You were afraid?” I had asked in shock. “But…but…” My mind had been filled with tales of dangerous unicorns. I had realized that my parents’ stories may not all be true. It was a revelation for a six year old.

“I know you’re different,” she had smiled. “I’m Willoweyes. My dam named me that because of my eyes.”

“They are pretty eyes,” I had giggled.

“I like yours. So red. They contrast with your lovely skin.”

I had laughed and had then put a garland of wild flowers about her head, the crown resting against her small horn—even as a human, she still had her horn.

From that day forward, we were the best of friends, but only so long as I remained a virgin. At first, that was easy. We were innocent children, but as we aged, boys began to take notice of me. I resisted their attempts at clumsy seduction—nothing would keep me from my best friend. A week ago, I had reached a marriageable age, eighteen, and my parents pressured me to accept Anton’s marriage proposal.

So far I had refused, and my parents were disappointed that I hadn’t been betrothed for a year or longer.

I was eager to get out into the woods and see Willoweyes. Now that I was considered an adult, I had more responsibilities on the farm. It was like my parents wanted to drive me from their home and into Anton’s arms. He was a strong man, a year older and already taking over much of his father’s farm. They had a lot of acres of fields and were prosperous. Every farmgirl and village maid wanted to be Anton’s bride. They all glared at me.

I wished them well in trying to claim him. I didn’t want him.

Silver flashed through the trees. Willoweyes gambled back and forth, catching my attention. It had been a week since I had played with her in the woods, and she missed me. Luckily, my parents had gone to the village. If I could finish my chores, nothing would stop me from having an afternoon of fun with my unicorn.

I carried the slop bucket to the pig pen. It was full of half-rotten meat, potato peels, ends of carrots, and other leftovers. They snuffled and snorted as I approached. I dumped the garbage into their trough, and they all happily munched away.

I smiled as I headed to the barn. I needed to muck out the stables and curry down the plow horse. Our milk cow mooed as I entered, and the chickens clucked as I past their pen, many of the hens sitting in their nests while the rooster proudly walked back and forth.

“Mr. Rooster,” I nodded my head. I liked to pretend he was a lord and the hens were his subjects. I always showed my respect before I moved deeper into the barn.

I led the cow and the plow horse out of their stalls and cleaned them out. It wasn’t my favorite chore, but it had to be down. Our animals deserved to be happy and healthy. Then I combed down our plow horse’s coat. He was dun brown, so boring compared to Willoweyes’s silvery coat, and his mane was a boring black. And tangled.

I hummed as I ran the brush over his coat, eager to finish my chores and see Willoweyes. Now that she was fully grown, like me, I could ride her on back. I had done it a few times, and it was so much fun. I liked the excitement of her muscles rippling beneath my thighs, and this curious, naughty itch had formed between my legs. I had heard girls giggle about playing with their pussies and cumming.

I had never been much interested. I didn’t swoon over a handsome man’s broad shoulders like they did. I knew a few even grew excited over the softer curves a woman. I did sorta understand that. Willoweyes’s human form had matured, too, and she had nice breasts, bigger than mine. I had small little bumps, but Willoweyes had these round orbs that looked so soft.

The tiny itch grew between my thighs and my cheeks reddened. What would it be like to touch her soft breasts? Mine were firm, with tiny nipples. They hardened as I thought of Willoweyes’s breasts, my nipples pressing against the rough cotton of my brown dress. My hips shifted as I absently brushed the plow horse. Would Willoweyes like me to touch her breasts? It was only to satisfy my curiosity on how soft they were.

Not sexual. I had to be pure.

The plow horse nickered and stamped his hooves. He snorted, bringing me out of my thoughts. “What’s wrong, boy?”

“Hey, Cherise,” a deep voice said behind me.

I groaned. “Anton,” I sighed, turning to face the young man.

He wore only his woolen pants held up by suspenders, his bare chest rippling with muscles. His skin was tanned a darker blue by working shirtless. I guess he had a handsome face, his smile broad and his dark-red eyes staring at me with heat.

“I saw your parents in the village. I thought you might be lonely.”

“I’m not,” I answered, sweeping back my golden hair before I led the plow horse back to his stall. “But thank you for your concern.” No sense in being rude.

“I think I understand why you keep refusing my proposal,” he said.

“Oh?” I couldn’t tell him the truth that I wanted to protect my maidenhead for as long as possible. I didn’t want to lose my friendship with Willoweyes. “And?”

“You’re scared.”

“What?” I frowned as I closed the stall. I kissed the plow horse on the nose. “Scared of what?”

“Of surrendering your maidenhead.” He moved to me, so tall. I swallowed. “You’re afraid of the pain of your cherry popping. But I know how to help you out.”

“I…” My throat went dry. I looked around as he took another step. I backed up, bumping against the stall door. He stood over me, pinning me in place. “What are you doing?”

“Claiming my bride.”

I was shocked when he kissed me. His lips were hard against mine, moving with insistence. I trembled, not sure what I should do. I had never been kissed before. His whiskers rasped at my soft lips. I didn’t like how forceful he was, pushing me back against the stall door. It rattled as I squirmed.

His hand grasped the hem of my skirt, drawing it up my thighs.

“Anton,” I asked, shuddering as my skirt rose higher and higher. “Please…”

“Shh,” Anton whispered, his finger pressing on her lip. “Just relax. “I’ll make you feel good.”

I moved my head. “I don’t want you to. Please…please stop.”

My skin crawled as his rough hand caressed my upper thigh. My stomach tightened as his fingers moved higher. His lips pressed at my neck. He was disgusting. I didn’t want him. My hands pressed on his shoulders, trying to push him away as his fingers neared my pussy. I strained, but he was so strong.

His lips nibbled. He moaned in delight as his fingers brushed the folds of my pussy. Tears beaded in my eyes.

“You have to stop. I’m a virgin.”

“I know.” His thick finger pushed through my labia. I bit my lip and shuddered as he brushed my hymen.

“I…I can’t lose my maidenhead,” I gasped. “Please!”

“Why not?” he asked. “I know you’re afraid. I’ll make it mostly painless. I love you, Cherise.”

But I don’t love you. I glanced out the barn at the forest. I couldn’t see Willoweyes. Anton’s scent would have scared her off, driving her deeper into the woods. I should be with her. But if he took my cherry, I would never see her again.

How could I get out of this? How could I stop him?

“Please, Anton,” I moaned. “I’m not ready.”

His grin was so cocky. “Sure you are. Look at you. You’re ripe for the plucking.”

“I…I…I want to be a…a virgin when I’m…married.”

“So you’ll marry me?” he asked.

My heart tensed. “You’ll…let me wait until our wedding night if I do?”

His hand withdrew. “You’re parents will be happy. I love you.”

I nodded my head, my body shuddering as he stepped back.

“Guess I’ll swing by Lydia. She’ll be happy to take care of things.” He patted his cock. Lydia was a slutty farmgirl that spread her legs for any boy.

“Fine,” I swallowed. “I…I’m looking forward…to our wedding…” I wanted to throw up.

Anton gave me one last kiss; I tried hard not to vomit.

The tears came the moment Anton left. I had bought myself at most a month. A month to spend with Willoweyes before I had to go to Anton’s bed and be his wife. I would never see my friend again. I would never ride on her back or make crowns of flowers in the forest. Every day, I would stare at the forest and know that my lost innocence had driven us apart.

It wasn’t fair.

Tears burned my eyes. I ran out of the barn. My body felt so dirty. Maybe it was already too late. Maybe I was already soiled. I raced across the pasture towards the forest. I hiked my skirt over my ankles, desperate to get to the woods.

“Willoweyes!” I shouted as I burst into the woods, branches tearing at my clothing. “Willoweyes! I’m here!”

My voice echoed, startling the birds. I ran deeper, my heart thudding in fear. Where was she? She shouldn’t have fled too far. Right? Unless I had been soiled by Anton. He touched my pussy. Maybe I wasn’t pure any longer.

My vision blurred as the tears poured down my cheeks. I couldn’t loose my unicorn. “Please, Willoweyes! I’m here! Don’t abandon me! I’m still a virgin! He didn’t soil me!”

Please, let me still be pure.

I didn’t realize where I was running, my feet leading me to the small pound dotted by pussy willows It was a beautiful glade, the sun shining on the pure water, white lily’s blooming on their pads.

Pure water.

I needed to be clean. I needed to wash Anton off of me. Then Willoweyes would come back.

My fingers ripped at the lacings of my bodice. I fumbled at the knots, desperate to get naked. Desperate to cleanse myself of his despicable touch. I ripped the lacing, no longer caring about my dress. I was panicked, my heart racing.

“Please, don’t leave me, Willoweyes!”

My dress fell off my body. My golden hair trailed behind me as I leaped into the pond. The water was cold, shocking some of the fear from me. It rose to my mid-thighs. I bent over and splashed water on my pussy, washing away Anton’s foul touch.

I couldn’t be his wife. I couldn’t bear to be his, to share his bed. What would I do?

I scooped more water up, splashing it between my thighs, glad at how cold it was. I scrubbed at my pussy, the water dripping down my thighs. My body shook. Where was Willoweyes? Was I stained? I rubbed harder. I splashed water on my neck and face, scrubbing everywhere he touched me.

“Please, come back to me,” I sobbed. “Please, Willoweyes!”

“Why wouldn’t I come?” Willoweyes walked up to the pool, her coat shiny silver, her horn ivory, the tip golden.

Joy burst inside me. “You’re here! Praise the gods!”

“Of course I’m here.” Amusement flashed in her dark-green eyes as I waded through the pool to reach her. I threw my arms around her neck, burying my face into the soft fur of her neck. “I…I thought you would hate me.”

“How could I ever hate you? What’s wrong?”

“It was Anton…”

Willoweyes let out a loud, snorting neigh. “Yes, I smelled him. That’s why I didn’t come right away. I…I was scared of him. He’s so…manly.” Willoweyes tossed her mane, the soft, silvery hair caressing my face.

“He…touched me.” I trembled. “He…rubbed at my pussy. I tried to stop him…” The tears returned, burning down my cheek. “I’m so sorry. I couldn’t stop him.”

“You still have your innocence,” Willoweyes answered, pulling away to stare into my eyes, her sharp horn bobbing before me. “You’re still sweet and innocent. You have been spoiled you. You can’t hurt me.”

I hugged her, pulling her muzzle to my breasts. Her horn slid past my neck. Willoweyes was always so careful with her horn, never wanting to hurt me. I stroked her mane as her soft fur rubbed on the soft slops of my breasts.

“Thank you. Thank you. I want to be pure and innocent for as long as I can.”

Only a month. And how much time would I have to slip into the woods? I had my chores and there would be preparations for the wedding. What if today was our last time together? Why did I have to grow up? Why did Anton want me? Why not Lydia. He fucked her all the time. Why couldn’t he just marry her? She loved to spread her thighs, eager to surrender her pussy to him.

My arms tightened around her neck. This was my unicorn. I never wanted to give her up. I never wanted to shed my innocence. I wanted to stay in the woods with her. But it wasn’t my place. I had a duty to my family to marry. I needed to help Anton and raise his children like a good wife. My tears continued to flow, matting her hide.

“Why are you so sad?” Willoweyes asked.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” I took a deep breath, stifling my tears. “I just want to enjoy today. I haven’t seen you for a week.”

Willoweyes shifted her head, her snot brushing my hard nipple. I gasped as electricity shot down to my pussy. Her head shook, caressing my other nipple. That was so nice. I played with my nipples when I masturbated, but my fingers never produced such shocking bliss.

“Yes! Let’s have fun,” Willoweyes answered, her rubbery lips brushing my nipple. Then she nipped me. For one moment, my nipple was engulfed by her lips, surrounded by wonderful warmth before her teeth gently pinched my nub.

I gasped, “Willoweyes!”

The unicorn pulled away, rearing on her legs. “You needed cheering up. The forest is a place of joy, not tears.”

I beamed at her. “You naughty unicorn. That was my nipple.”

Willoweyes nodded. “Yes. Hard and pink, jutting out like a little treat just for me.”

I giggled, a part of me wanting to ask her to nibble some more, another part scared of being wicked and driving Willoweyes away. She was an innocent unicorn and every day my lusts grew, putting naughty thoughts into my mind.

“Let’s ride,” Willoweyes neighed. “Let’s get away from the forest edge and all the nasty humans.”

“Yeah,” I smiled, stepping out of the pond. With practice ease, I scrambled onto her back. I had ridden her bareback many times, but this was the first I had done it naked. I didn’t want to wear my dress; I wanted to be naked and innocent like Willoweyes.

I shifted on her back, her soft hairs rubbing at the excited lips of my pussy. Willoweyes shook her head and her body shifted beneath me. I gasped, her muscles writhing and massaging my pussy. Heat washed through me. My nipples ached and my clit peaked out, teased by her silken hairs.

“Willoweyes,” I whispered, shifting. “Maybe we should…”

“What’s wrong?” Willoweyes asked.

“I…” Fear clutched me. “Nothing.”

“Then let’s ride free!” neighed Willoweyes.

With a cheerful whinny, Willoweyes galloped forward. I gasped, my pussy grinding into her ticklish furs. I leaned down, Willoweyes’s mane caressing against my face. The unicorn’s muscles shifted and bunched beneath me, rubbing on my hard clit and my hot labia. My virgin pussy clenched as I let out a moan, trying to fight the growing desires inside me.

I couldn’t succumb to them. Not while I was riding Willoweyes.

The woods whipped by us. They were dense, but Willoweyes galloped with grace, nimbly weaving through trees and brush to keep a single branch or thorny vine from brushing us. It was exhilarating. My breasts jiggled with every leap and my pussy ground into her luxurious back.

I wanted to bite my lip to fight my pleasure. My pussy bounced and ground on her back. My thighs clenched as I squirmed. The hot itch grew in my depths. I groaned as it swelled, slowly devouring my body.

“Isn’t the forest beautiful?” Willoweyes whinnied, her voice excited. “It’s so wonderful today!”

“Yes!” I moaned, my pussy growing wetter. “So beautiful! So wonderful!”

Daylight flashed by. The forest a blur. I couldn’t concentrate. My clit throbbed against her wonderful hide. I leaned back, gripping her flanks with my thighs as the pleasure built and built. I undulated, adding more sensations as I slid along her wonderful hide.

“So wonderful!” I moaned, the sensations rushing up to my mind. They washed through me. I had to stop. I had to stop rubbing my hot pussy on Willoweyes silky hide. But she felt so good. My pussy ached and throbbed. I needed more.

I needed that wonderful release.

“Oh, Willoweyes!” I gasped. “Oh, yes! Keep galloping! I love it!”

“You sound so happy!” whinnied Willoweyes. “You’ve been so sad lately.”

“I have been! And I do feel amazing! This is wonderful! I love being with you, Willoweyes!”

“I love being with you, Cherise! I miss you! You don’t come anymore.”

“Oh, yes! I’m about to cum!” My fingers ran through my golden hair as the pressure built. I shuddered and spasmed. “I’m about to cum so hard!”

“Are you okay? You’re not making sense.”

“I’m perfect!”

We burst out of the forest into a lit glade. Butterflies burst into the air from the beautiful wildflowers. I threw my arms wide as I came. The pleasure washed through my body, feeling me up. My pussy gushed juice out of me, flooding Willoweyes coat as I was consumed with delight.

It was a perfect moment of ecstasy.

I spasmed on her back. My head swam with bliss. I swayed and teetered. I was too lost to my pleasure to try and stay up. I fell. The soft meadow heather rushed up. I rolled on it, coming to rest on my back as I moaned out my bliss.

“Yes!” I gasped. “Oh, yes.”

“Cherise!” Willoweyes neighed in fear, rounding on me and rushing forward.

My eyes widened as the pleasure died. I came on her. I soiled her. The tears came. I buried my hands in my face. Why did I do that? Why was I so weak? I needed to be innocent for her. I would lose her.

“Cherise?”

Her shadow fell on me. Through gaps in my fingers, I witnessed her change. Her legs grew into slim arms and coltish legs. Her silvery hide became pale, lustrous skin, and her shimmering mane became flowing locks. Her eyes were still green, set in a porcelain face. Only her ivory horn, blending to gold at the tip, betrayed her inhuman origins.

“Are you hurt?” Willoweyes asked.

My friend’s breasts were large and pillowy. Shame filled me. I wanted to touch them. “I…I…I…”

Her soft breasts pressed against my side. Her arm slipped around my shoulders. She pressed against me. “Talk to me.”

“I…” Why was this so hard. “I…I don’t want to be married.”

“Married? You mean mated?”

I nodded my head. “I have to. It’s expected of me. And…I’ll have to have sex. And then you won’t like me anymore. I’ll be soiled and disgusting.” Another big sob racked my body. “I am disgusting. I…I orgasmed on your back while riding you.”

“I know.” Willoweyes nuzzled against my ear. “I could feel your heat on my back. I never heard it called cumming before, but I’ve certainly felt that delight.”

I blinked. “You’ve…masturbated?”

“Of course,” she giggled. “Look at my horn. Like you, I’m matured. I’m ready for mating.”

“So there must be some boy unicorn that wants to take your purity?”

“We don’t have boy unicorns,” she giggled.

I lowered my hands and turned to face her. “Oh. Right, you’re a child of Las. You only have one sex, right?” I had heard the priestess of Firmare preach about the dangers of Las’s children. The God of Lust had indiscriminately masturbated and spilled his seed across the world, birthing monstrous races that were either entirely male or female.

Willoweyes stroked my cheek, brushing away my tears. “You are beautiful, Cherise.”

I sniffed. “What?”

“You smell wonderful. I love the scent of your excitement. I loved the feel of your hot flesh rubbing on my back. It was wicked and delightful.”

“But…it’s not pure.”

“You’re always pure so long as you never let another creature touch you. A unicorn can never soil you.”

Before I could answer, her lips were hot on mine.

It was such a different kiss than the one Anton inflicted on me. Her lips were wet and delightful. They stirred a molten heat inside my depths. My warm went around her neck, pulling her tighter against my mouth. I shuddered, the itch returning between my thighs as we shared this wonderful moment.

I sighed into her kiss. It was such an innocent expression of love. I had loved Willoweyes since I met her, but now I was discovering that I loved her. It was a fiery heat the beat in my heart and spread warmth through my body.

My hand found her side. Her skin was so silky. I slid up, her body trembling beneath my curious fingers. I moved higher and higher. I trembled as my fingers brushed the bottom of her breasts. They were so soft. I just wanted to squeeze them.

I shuddered when Willoweyes’s trembling fingers stroked my thigh. Heat rushed up my body. Her fingers grew more bold, her hand squeezing my thigh. I felt emboldened. I sighed into her kiss as my hand moved up and grasped her wonderful, round breast.

I squeezed. My fingers sank into her firm tits. Willoweyes moaned into my kiss as I kneaded her pliant breasts. My fingers slid up her orb. The unicorn shuddered as I brushed her nipple. She had bigger nipples than me. I rolled them between my fingers, loving how hot her kiss grew. Willoweyes lips pressed harder against me.

She pressed me onto my back, the soft grasses tickling me. Flowers blossomed around us as her soft body pressed against mine. I trembled as my excitement grew. Willoweyes’s hand slid up my thigh, nearing my aching pussy. My toes curled. I kissed my unicorn harder as her delicious fingers rose higher and higher.

Willoweyes brushed my curly pubic hair, her finger almost on my pussy. I moaned into her lips, my pussy clenching. Her finger brushed my folds. Delight ran through my body. I shuddered as she stroked me. Her touch was light, delicate, and made my body writhe in delight.

“Willoweyes!” I gasped, our lips finally breaking from our wondrous kiss.

Her smiling face hovered over mine as she stroked my folds, her finger caressing my maiden head. “You are so pure and silky,” Willoweyes purred.

“And you’re so wonderful!” I leaned over and sucked her pink nipple between my lips. It was her turn to roll onto her back as my passions mounted. Her nipple was hard and wonderful between my lips. She had a spicy, cinnamon flavor.

“My darling Cherise,” she gasped. She pulled her finger and brought it to her lips, tasting my tart pleasure.

I loved the taste of her skin. I kissed over to her other breast, taking the moment to press both against my cheeks. I rubbed her silky, pillowy mounds against me, sighing in satisfaction. They were wonderful. I squeezed them, her hard nipples caressing my body. She squirmed. Her hot pussy rubbing on my flesh.

What did she taste like?

I savored her nipples, kissing back and forth as her thigh pressed against my pussy. We humped each other, smearing our hot, juicy sexes against each other’s thighs. A rush of delight filled me as she gasped and sighed my name. Her voice was so sweet. The golden tip of her horn sparkled in the sunlight.

“I love you, Willoweyes,” I gasped.

She beamed at me.

“Let me show you how much,” I gasped.

It was pure instinct that led me to kiss down her thighs. Her skin tasted so wonderful, that spicy cinnamon tingling on my lips, that I burned to find out if she tasted equally delicious between her thighs. A hot, spicy musk tickled my lips as I worked lower and lower, my golden hair fanning out across her ivory stomach, sparkling in the sunlight.

“You’re so beautiful,” she moaned, stroking my hair. Her large breasts heaved and her face blushed with passion.

I nuzzled at her stomach. She had a cute, innie bellybutton. My tongue dipped in, swirling around her flesh. Her hips bucked, smearing her hot pussy against my breasts, my nipple sliding through her folds. Tingles rushed down to my own sex. I squeezed my thighs, my anticipation building. Her green eyes trembled as I pushed her thighs farther apart, my lips kissing at her pubic mound right above her spicy pussy.

The heady scent of her salty, cinnamon-spiced pussy wafted through my nose. I savored the scent, breathing it in before I lowered down and took a nice, long lick up her pussy. Her body contorted and her toes curled. I reached the top of her clit, flicking it with my tongue, before I bent down and took another wonderful lick.

“Cherise!” she gasped as I nuzzled through her folds. “Oh, yes! I dreamed of this so many times.”

My tongue took another long lick through her folds before I parted them with my fingers. She was pink and had no hymen. “You’re not a maiden?” I gasped in shock.

“I am!” she purred. “But unicorns aren’t human. We don’t need a piece of skin to prove our purity. We are pure!”

I sighed in relief, then leaned in and took another lick, my tongue sliding into her tunnel. Her wonderful, cinnamon-spiced juices coated my lips and tongue. I pressed in deep, my nose brushing her folds. My every inhalation was full of her scent. It was wonderful.

My right arm wrapped around her hip so I could play with her clit. Her legs spasmed when I rubbed her pink nub as my tongue swirled through her petals. Her gasps were so sweet. I rubbed her harder. I knew just how wonderful caressing my clit was—Willoweyes enjoyed it just as much.

“My wonderful Cherise!” she moaned, her back arching, thrusting those wonderful breasts towards the blue sky. “Oh, yes! Mmm, that’s wickedly delicious.”

“So delicious!” I moaned in agreement, burying my tongue back into her pussy’s sheath, my finger rubbing faster circles on her clit.

“Oh, yes! Mmm, your lips! So wonderful! My sweet Cherise! My beautiful maiden! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna erupt on your lips!” Her body writhed and her thighs spasmed about me. “Oh, yes! A little more! Cherise!”

Her moan echoed through the forest glade as her body bucked and heaved. Her pussy spasmed around my tongue, clenching as the delight burned through her body. Spicy juices poured into my lips and down my chin. I drowned in them, happily drinking the flood of my unicorn’s passion. I squeezed my own thighs together, eager to be touched and loved.

“Oh, Willoweyes!” I panted as she trembled. “That was so much fun.” I licked my lips, savoring her taste. I wanted to be coated in her juices.

Willoweyes nodded her head, her horn flashing. She sat up, her tits jiggling, and grasped my face. She pulled me to her lips. We kissed, her tongue sliding about, gathering up her own juices. My hands found her tits again, squeezing them as we shared our love.

“Wow,” she panted when she broke our kiss. “Mmm, I do taste delicious. But not as good as you.”
I gave a wicked laugh, my pussy on fire. “Would you like a better taste?”

She nodded her head and kissed me again. I moaned as she changed into a unicorn. Her lips grew larger, thicker, her teeth nibbling at my tongue. Her body swelled, her ivory skin becoming a pristine hide. Her tail swished and her hooves stamped as I arched my neck to keep kissing her muzzle.

“You are so gorgeous,” I smiled when I broke the kiss.

Willoweyes whinnied in delight. She nudged my shoulder with her muzzle and I laid down. Her thick lips sucked on my nipple, engulfing most of my breast as she nibbled and sucked. Her tongue was thick. I gasped and squirmed in delight.

“Oh, that’s wonderful,” I moaned, stroking her muzzle up to her horn.

I stared up at the blue sky as her lips moved about my body, her long, silvery mane sweeping across my flesh. I giggled as her fine hairs tickled me. She nibbled on both my nipples before working lower and lower.

“You’re so ticklish!” I laughed as she nuzzled my stomach, my pussy clenching in delight. “That’s nice, but my pussy really needs your attention.”

“But your so fun to tickle,” neighed Willoweyes. “You make such delightful moans.”

“My moans will be even more delightful if you lick my pussy.”

Willoweyes laughingly whinnied. Her muzzle moved lower. I shuddered as she nuzzled at my pussy with her thick lips. Her wide tongue licked, caressing every part of my pussy at once. I gasped, my hips bucking into her tongue. My nipples throbbed and my fingers seized them as my unicorn took a second and third lick, neighing her delight.

“Oh, yes!” I gasped. “That’s so good!”

“Delicious,” agreed Willoweyes.

I didn’t fight the pleasure that built inside of me. I squirmed and let it flow through me. Willoweyes wouldn’t leave me if I came with her. I could make love to my sweet unicorn and remain forever pure, forever with her.

I didn’t have to marry Aidan.

“Yes, yes!” I gasped as her tongue brushed my maidenhead over and over as she devoured me. “You’re so wonderful! I’m going to cum.”

“Already! I’ve barely started.”

“You’re amazing!” I shuddered, grasping her horn. “Don’t stop. Keep loving me! Make me cum so hard!”

“And I can drink all your juices down!” neighed Willoweyes.

“Uh-huh!” I panted, squirming on the grass. “Oh, yes! You’ll get to drink so much of my juices.”

I was free to be with Willoweyes. I was free to love her. Her tongue swiped across my clit.

I exploded inside.

“Yes!” I screamed, squeezing down on her horn as my hips bucked into her mouth.

Willoweyes whinnied and neighed as she drank down my juices. The pleasure rushed through my body. I let it consume me. It was the best orgasm yet—my unicorn gave it to me. I spasmed on the grass and watched the blue sky spin above me, woolly clouds drifting past.

“Oh, yes!” I groaned as the pleasure died down.

Willoweyes lifted her muzzle. My eyes widened. “You have a cock!” I gasped.

Beneath her legs dangled a hard, thick dick. It had to be bigger than any humans’. The village boys always loved to whip theirs out and show them off. I had even seen an adults before. This dwarfed them all. A strange, hot passion burned through me.

“But you’re a girl unicorn.”

“I’m just a unicorn,” she neighed. “We only have one sex. I need a cock to breed my mate.”

“Mate?” I asked, trembling.

“Will you be my mate,” Willoweyes asked, her green eyes wide. “Ever since I met you, I hoped you were the one, the human I would mate, my broodmare.”

I licked my lips. “Then we would always be together?”

Willoweyes tossed her head, her version of a nod. “Yes. Be my mate. My mare.”

“By all the gods, yes!” I gasped in delight. “Oh, yes! I’ll be your mare! I’ll mate with you.”

I want that cock in me. Never once in my life had I felt such an overwhelming lust before. My pussy dripped with juices. I ached in the depths of my body. Her thick cock, almost the size of my arm, swung back and forth as she looked around.

“There, that rock is perfect.”

“For what?” I gasped.

“For you to kneel on so I can mount you,” Willoweyes smiled. “So we can mate and make a foal.”

“Our daughter?”

Willoweyes nodded. “Our beautiful foal.”

I scrambled up and raced to the rock. It had a mostly flat surface. I knelt on it, ignoring the discomfort. My pussy was too on fire to care about anything but mating with my unicorn. I shook my hips, my pussy clenching in delight.

Willoweyes galloped over to me, neighing in delight. “Oh, Cherise, I knew it. You’re my mare! You’re so wonderful.”

I grinned at her. “I’ve loved you since we met.”

Willoweyes nuzzled into my pussy, taking another lick. Then she drew back and lowered her head. I gasped as her sharp horn caressed my asscheek. I shuddered and looked over my shoulder, biting my lip as the tip of her horn moved to my pussy.

“Do you trust me?” she asked.

“Yes!” I gasped.

Her head pushed forward. Her horn’s sharp point pierced my maidenhead and entered my pussy. I groaned. There was almost no pain. My maidenhead parted before her sharp shaft with painless ease. My pussy clenched down on her spiraled horn as new sensations rushed through me.

“There,” Willoweyes proudly said, pulling her horn out. “You can never be soiled. My horn has purified you.”

I gasped. Her horn, which had been ivory and slowly blending to gold at the tip was now becoming solid gold. The horn seemed to absorb my virgin blood and juices, spreading the gold until her horn was one single color. Willoweyes neighed in delight.

“Mate me!” I gasped, trembling in delight. I felt so pure inside. I was her mate, her broodmare, and I was ready to be bred by my unicorn.

Willoweyes mounted me. Her forelegs gripped my sides beneath my underarms while her hard cock pressed against my pussy. Her soft, underbelly hairs tickled my back. She neighed and whinnied as her hips thrust, her cock sliding around my pussy, trying to find my hole.

I reached between my thighs and grasped her thick shaft. She was hard and soft at the same time, her dick throbbing with her heartbeat. I maneuvered her wonderful cock to my hole. I was so tiny. Would she fit.

I trusted her.

“Cherise!” Willoweyes whinnied in triumph as her cock pushed forward.

“Willoweyes!” I shrieked in delight as my pussy stretched and stretched. Her cock was so thick. My body shuddered. Pain and pleasure mixed in my pussy as she worked deeper and deeper into me. I moaned, clamping down on her cock. She was so thick. So wonderful. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was to have her. “Oh, yes! Willoweyes!”

Her hips thrust harder. Her cock slid deeper into me. My eyes widened. She was so deep in my pussy. I was so full. I groaned as her dick impaled me. I gasped and spasmed as she drew back, the tunnel of my pussy clinging to her hard shaft.

She thrust in again. I screamed in bliss as she stretched out my pussy and set off every nerve I had. I was in heaven. There was nothing I could compare this bliss to. I rocked my hips, matching her thrusts, eager for every inch of her thick shaft.

“Yes, yes!” I gasped. “Breed your mare! I love it! Harder! Give it to me! I’m gonna cum so hard!”

Willoweyes worked her cock in and out of me. It pistoned me. My orgasm crashed through my body. My pussy spasmed about her wonderful dick. She fucked me harder and faster, neighing as my pussy writhed about her. My juices trickled down my thighs. I was so hot. They were pouring out of me as I was fucked over and over.

My screams of bliss echoed through the glade. The entire Rothin forest had to know I was being mated by my unicorn. Her thrusts ignited wave after wave of bliss through me. I kept cumming. They piled one on the other, hammering into my mind.

“Yes, yes! I love your unicorn cock!” I screamed. “I’m so glad you wanted me!”

“I love you, Cherise!” she gasped. “Oh, yes! Your pussy is so hot! My cock is bathed in your love! Yes! We’re making such a beautiful foal! Oh, yes!”

“Mmm, give it to me! Keep slamming into me! I love it! Breed me!”

Willoweyes neighed in delight. Her cock slammed into the depths of my pussy, the thick tip pressing on my womb. I shuddered as her cock throbbed. A hot flood of cum filled me. It streamed out of her cock, splattering against my insides. My pussy convulsed about her cock as one last orgasm filled me.

Her seed filled me. My womb would quicken with our foal.

That night, I slept naked in the forest with my unicorn. Anton would have to find himself another farmgirl to marry, I was already claimed.

To be continued…

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In a grocery store, Dean tests his device on a father and daughter!

The Mind Control Device

Chapter Three: Father & Daughter Virginity Test

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note: Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this!

Dean Michaels

I arrived at the Wholesome Food, the grocery store my wife liked to shop at, eager to pick up the milk she wanted. I wasn’t excited to pick up the milk but to have the chance to do another test of my mind control device. The works of the last six months had its first test in a park two hours away.

An amazing test.

It had worked with flying colors. It had done everything I wanted. I learned a few things, tested out some of the features, and had myself a good time. There was the MILF who’d given a blowjob, the two barely legal twins who gave me their cherries, and the MILFs daughter who joined her mother for another blowjob and who’d given me my first taste of anal sex.

My wife had a bit of a kinky streak, but she didn’t like ass play. I felt bad about cheating on her, but it was so much fun. She wouldn’t understand why I wanted to do this. How I wanted to enjoy our daughters. That would be amazing.

Eighteen-year-old June and twenty-year-old Dusk (real name Eve).

I parked my SUV before the grocery store and glanced at my device. It was modified from the speaker dock that you’d place a cell phone or MP3 player in to use as a boombox. I had replaced many of the components in it to produce sounds at an ultra-high frequency of sounds. Sounds too high for a human to hear, but one that would affect brainwaves at the right pulses. It was targetable, focusing on one person while it could also put out general waves.

Or it could make a person immune to different effects.

I had run the battery down at the park. I had a 54% charge now. I had it plugged into the outlet in my vehicle. My SUV had a robust electrical system. I glanced over at the crowd flowing into the grocery store, the sliding doors opening and closing.

This was perfect. I knew the device worked, but I wanted to check out one other feature of it. Just to make sure that this would function properly and accomplish what I wanted. It had a two hundred yard range. Which was overkill for my house.

I climbed out of my SUV and grabbed my device and the laptop hooked up to it. I hurried over to a shopping cart. I had to put the device down on it and… How could I do this? I stared at the cart, wondering how I could do it. The shopping cart was the standard type, the big central basket, the shelf beneath, and the small seat that could fold out for a toddler to sit in or for you to put small items.

I could put the device in the basket, but I needed my laptop easily accessible.

“Damn,” I muttered, staring at the cart. What was I going to do with that? It would be so obvious that I was doing something weird.

It took a few attempts to get it to balance in the fold-out seat. I managed to get it to work, barely. It was in a precarious position. If it was jostled wrong, it might fall. If it came unplugged from my laptop, the device wouldn’t operate properly, ending its broadcast and that could have some bad repercussions.

The place also had cameras. That wasn’t good at all. This was a risk, a place I was known, but the park had gone perfectly so I was willing to try.

I managed to get my laptop balanced finally. I was messing around with it right outside the doors. A Hispanic man accompanied by two barely legal girls, one probably his daughter because the other was blonde and White, gave me a weird look as he grabbed a cart.

“Here we are,” I said, the laptop at a slant, part of it on the handle, with it leaned back into the seat’s back

I headed inside to buy the milk.

I went with care, holding the laptop with my thumbs as I held the handle. I headed inside, the automatic doors whooshing open before me. Soft music played above. The cash registers were to my right, half the checkout stands occupied, the workers helping customers.

A busty girl was scanning items in the nearest lane, her brown hair flowing as she glanced at me before turning back to her job. The beeps echoed as I started typing on my laptop. I had to put in the initial commands to get started.

A mature woman with curly, black hair and an eighteen-year-old boy walked by me. The woman glanced at me, frowning as I began typing the first of the commands, staring at the computer program. My cheeks warmed with embarrassment at the attention. It was strange. People didn’t use a laptop in the entrance of a grocery store balanced on a shopping car seat.

“What’s he up to?” the boy asked as they headed inside.

“No idea,” the MILF said.

The cashier glanced at me again.

My program had two screens, a command line that looked like DOS, black with white text. The other side was a radar-like screen covered in dots with their own six-digit hexadecimal tag that the machine used to target people. There was another faint outline, the boundary of the building. It was pulled from the GPS and Google Maps, the machine recognizing where it was in the world and that it must be indoors.

On the command line, I typed: restrict building boundary mode.

It was the first time I tried it. The device would only affect people inside the building. My fingers typed on the laptop as I entered the next series of commands. The cashier was handing over the receipt, staring at me.

I identified my hexadecimal tag in the center of the GPS screen. 840F21; immune from sound waves, arousal protocol. Those two commands targeted me. The arousal protocol was amazing, using my mind to push my cock past its normal stamina limits. The other kept me from being affected by any other command I gave it, or a general command that would affect everyone.

The cashier moved out from behind her lane and headed over to me in her blue smock and khaki pants. She was young, mid-twenties. She had this puzzled look on her face as she marched to me. My cheeks burned even more. Customers were streaming in.

under 18; flight protocol.

Instantly, I heard a child start complaining. The parent frowned, juggling them, the child wanting to leave, the parent not wanting to resist. After a moment, the parent turned around and left. Others were moving out of the building, too. I could see their dots flowing to the exit, parents with their children. I didn’t want any of them in there.

A college coed was old enough. They were legal, if barely. Any younger than eighteen wasn’t acceptable to me.

“Excuse me,” the cashier said. She stopped beside me as I waited for the children and their parents to flow out of the store. “What are you doing?”

“Uh, test,” I said, waiting for them all to leave so I could put in the next command. I typed out

all; boredom protocol

but didn’t hit enter. There were still dots moving through the store with purpose on the screen.

“What sort of test?” she asked. She had big tits enhanced by folding her arms beneath them and giving me a fierce look. She didn’t appear happy at all. “Who are you? You’re not one of our vendors.”

“Well,” I said. “It’s fine. You’ll see.”

“I don’t think it’s fine,” she said, glancing around. She motioned towards an older gentleman in a white shirt and black pants. It was a security guard with a silver badge. He had a patch on his shoulder and his belt jangled as he headed over to us. “It’s weird.”

“I guess,” I said, glancing at the screen. A woman with a small child rushed by, the last dots that were moving to the door. The moment they were outside, I hit the enter key, executing the command I’d pre-typed.

“Is there a prob… lem…” The security guard’s words trailed off as his shoulders slumped. He stared down at his feet, looking utterly bored. So did the cashier who was questioning me.

Every person in the store was equally bored. A few sat down and just folded their hands across their laps. Others shifted in place, twiddling thumbs or rubbing the back of their neck. They were so bored, they wouldn’t pay attention to anything.

I let out a long exhale, my lips fluttering from the force. That was too close.

I studied the security guard. I figured out what his tag was, 04E045B. I smiled, eager to test out another command. This was one of my pre-scripted protocols. They were macros that ran programs, and this was a complex one.

04E045B; security protocol

The security guard launched into movement. He headed for a door marked “Employee Only” and vanished. I glanced down at the screen, watching his dot moving through the building. I had no layout for the interior, just the faint outline from the Google Earth’s program. He stopped in a room. I hoped this would work.

I glanced at the cashier. She was cute. My dick ached and throbbed from the arousal protocol, but I was aware of the security camera that focused on me. It was recording all of this. If anyone saw the footage…

After five boring minutes of waiting, using up my precious battery life, the security guard emerged from the employee area. He marched up to me and said, “The security system is disabled along with the previous thirty minutes of footage.”

He slouched into his boredom pose.

I smiled.

I moved my cart deeper into the store, wanting to get away from the entrance. The automatic doors whisked open and a young man sauntered in. He made it a few steps before his shoulders slouched. He gripped his hands, staring at his toes.

It proved that the building restricted mode worked.

Perfect.

I moved through the store, the wheels of my shopping cart squeaking. It was quiet in the store. The music played in the background, but there was none of the usual clatter of people talking, shopping carts groaning, the beep of barcode scanners. I passed the bored people, seeing more women than men.

I reached the back of the store near the bread section and the dairy section. There was an open space where they had some tables set out to sale cooking ware. I stopped here, nodding. The black-haired MILF with the young man was nearby. He held his phone in his hand as he stared down at the floor. She gripped the shopping cart, her face hidden by her hair.

all; naked protocol, incest protocol

I smiled as clothing began rustling around me while everyone would be okay with incest. That was the first line of code I’d ever scripted, and one that had worked amazing at the park. The MILF pushed her cart forward a foot and grabbed the belt that held her trendy, golden-cream dress shut. The fabric had the hue of champagne.

No one spoke as they stripped. I watched them, the young man popping off his t-shirt while his mother opened her dress, her large breasts constrained in a gray bra with pink lace trim. The gray panties had a high cut to them, two triangles of cloth connected by a thin waistband of pink lace. She reached behind her and undid her bra as her son kicked off his shoes and pushed down his pants.

She wasn’t the only woman stripping naked. A cutie popped off a t-shirt to reveal a pair of round breasts. Clearly, she hadn’t bothered with a bra today. Her nipples were pierced with silver barbells. Another woman had a spiky tribal stamp hidden beneath her motherly dress, her rump plump as she bent over to step out of her sea-green panties.

The MILF bared her big breasts. They were lush. Her son didn’t seem to notice them swaying before him as he finished stripping out of his jeans and boxers. He went bored again, naked and finished with his command. His mother pushed down her panties, her black bush coming into view. I smiled, sweeping my gaze around the store. The Hispanic guy stood naked and bored by a central display covered in various types of citrus fruits from oranges to limes. Other women were nude all around me, a small-breasted beauty taking off her heels last, her dark hair swaying about her face. As they finished stripping, they went bored.

I grinned, loving this device. I began stripping naked, too. I pulled off my t-shirt and kicked off my shoes. I slid down my shorts and underwear. I pulled off my socks. I threw my clothes into my shopping cart, my cock hard as I drank in the naked women.

sex female; virgin protocol

If there were any virgins in the store who were female, they would rush to me. The two barely legal girls I saw with the Hispanic man by the citrus fruit, burst out of the cereal aisle and rushed at me naked, their breasts jiggling.

They looked nineteen—I taught college so I had a good judge of young girls’ ages—and were naked and lovely. The blonde had green eyes and plump lips, her round breasts jiggling. She had a golden bush between her thighs. The Hispanic girl had small breasts, slender and taller than her White friend, her skin a lovely shade of golden-brown.

They reached me and, almost simultaneously, said, “Hi, I’m a virgin.”

I smiled as they slipped into the boredom protocol, staring down at their naked bodies. Their bright enthusiasm fading. I typed the next command: all; horny protocol. The nipples on both girls hardened. Color flushed their cheeks and a little squirm wiggled their hips from side to side. Their heads lifted, their eyes now glossy.

“You’re naked,” the Hispanic girl said. “And cute.”

“Rosa,” said the blonde, giggling. “Gosh, he’s old enough to be your dad.”

“And?” Rosa asked, arching her eyebrows. “He’s cute. Don’t deny it, Natalie. He’s like Mr. Bates.”

“Eww, our English professor? This guy’s hotter than Mr. Bates.”

“So you do think he’s hot, Natalie.”

The blonde gave her friend a sheepish grin.

Others were moving. The MILF was fondling her tits while her son was popping a boner, staring at his mother. I bet he’d spanked it to those tits before, and now he was seeing them naked and up close, his cheeks growing hot.

“So, you came here with your dad, Rosa?” I asked her.

The horny virgin grinned. “Yeah. He’s uh…” She looked around to see her father staring at a naked woman pinching her nipples, twisting and rolling them. “There he is! He’s ogling that woman. Mom will kill him.”

“He’s cute, too,” Natalie said, her fingers rubbing at her stomach.

I glanced at the computer and smiled as ideas popped into my head. I saw the codes for the girls. I began typing a long string of commands that would set off so much naughty fun.

“What are you doing?” asked Natalie.

“Mind-controlling you,” I said. “Making sure that hot, little pussy you got is satiated.”

“Oh, good, because I’m kinda horny,” she said.

“Me, too,” Rosa said. “I’m wet.”

The horny protocol made someone open to sex.

I smiled as I worked. First, I typed in for Rosa to go to her father, bring him over here, have him eat her out, and then have him pop her cherry while she knelt on her hands and knees. Rosa’s father would now go with his daughter, eat her out, and then fuck her. I instructed Natalie to fall to her knees and suck my cock. After I came, she would then ask me to pop her cherry while she knelt on her hands and knees. Last, I typed in a final command for all the women in the store, one that exempted the two virgins.

I ordered them all to engage in oral sex.

So many wonderful things happened as I hit enter and set all those commands in place. Rosa darted to her father, Natalie fell to her knees before me, and every woman in the store searched for someone to perform oral sex upon.

The black-haired mom fell to her knees before her son. As Natalie sucked my cock into her mouth, the mom did the same for her son.

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Rosa Andalucia

“Come on, Daddy, I need you to eat my pussy!” I moaned, dragging him from watching the woman fingering her tits. The woman was heading for my dad but stopped and groaned as I led him off.

“I wanted to suck his cock!” complained the woman.

“My dad!” I snarked back and stuck my tongue out just to be a brat.

She looked around and saw a woman. They were both squirming. “Want to eat each other?”

The other woman squirmed. I grinned as they fell into a sixty-nine, licking pussy. Down an aisle I passed, I spotted a woman blowing a man, bobbing her head. Beyond them, two more women were slipping into a sixty-nine, sucking on each other’s pussies.

Natalie sucked on the handsome stranger’s cock.

My blonde friend bobbed her head. I couldn’t see her mouth, but she must be giving an amazing blowjob. She’d done it before, given head to Troy Miller at our college, and I bet the man was in heaven. He looked like it.

The man groaned, my pussy growing wetter and wetter. Juices soaked my bush. I shuddered, so eager for this. I wanted Daddy to fuck me first. But he had to get my pussy ready. I didn’t think I was ready to lose my virginity, but this felt so right.

This was my daddy! He was suddenly so sexy.

“Damn, Rosachika,” he said, his nickname for me. I loved it. “You have grown up. You got your mother’s ass.”

“But not her tits,” I said, staring down at my small breasts.

“Have a few kids, you’ll get there.”

I smiled at that. I reached the stranger, his hand running through Natalie’s hair. The shopping cart with his laptop was behind him. It was so funny that he had that. I stood beside him and turned to face my daddy. He was naked and muscular from working construction, his skin a darker shade of brown from mine.

Daddy licked his lips and fell to his knees before me. He grabbed my hips and pulled my crotch to his mouth. I gasped as he nuzzled into my twat. I trembled at the incestuous pleasure of his tongue darting through my folds. It was so wicked of him to caress my pussy folds.

“Rosachika,” groaned Daddy, his strong eyes staring up my body. His hands squeezed my rump, pulling me tight to his mouth. “Such a tangy delight.”

“Thanks, Dad,” I moaned, trembling as his tongue licked and lapped at me. He darted his tongue up and down my folds.

I glanced at Natalie. Her head bobbed, blonde hair dancing about her face. Her green eyes sparkled as she stared up at the cute, older guy’s bod. I shuddered, licking my lips at how hot this was. I ground my cunt on Daddy’s mouth, loving his tongue darting through my folds.

He brushed my clit. Sparks flared. This wicked heat burst through me. I groaned, my breasts jiggling. This wonderful delight swelled in me. I groaned, biting my lower lip as Daddy’s tongue caressed my virgin twat, licking up and down my slit, brushing my clit.

“Oh, damn, Mom!” groaned the boy nearby. He gripped a handful of his mom’s black, curly hair. “Damn, you’re just sucking that dick.”

He was. Just like Natalie. Everywhere I looked, girls were doing things with their mouths. Licking pussy or blowing cocks. Two women writhed on the floor, tits pressed into each other’s stomach as they devoured each other.

It was so awesome. All those naughty sights around me only made me hornier. My orgasm swelled faster. I was so excited, and Daddy was eating my pussy with such joy. He feasted on me. He loved my cunt.

“Oh, Daddy, yes!” I moaned.

“Rosachika!” he groaned, his tongue darting through my folds. He licked and lapped and feasted on me with such fervor.

“Damn, Natalie,” the stranger said. “You’re a little cock-hungry slut, aren’t you?”

Natalie moaned around his dick.

I giggled. “Mmm, she is. Just sucking you so hard. Look at her go.”

He glanced at me and grinned. “And you’re going to drown your dad, huh? Just drench him in juices.”

“Oh, yes!” I moaned, my little breasts jiggling. “I want to do that so badly.”

“Goddamn, Mom!” the boy groaned. He gripped his mother’s head and pumped away with his cock. He pounded her mouth, ramming into her oral cavity. “Suck my cock. I’ve wanted this so much. Yes, yes, yes!”

I smiled in delight. “He’s enthusiastic.”

“Yeah,” the stranger said. “What do you say, Natalie, up for getting your mouth fucked.”

She nodded while sucking and slurping.

The handsome stranger, his dark hair and glasses giving him this teacher vibe, fucked her mouth. I shuddered, watching him fuck her. He thrusts his cock deep into her mouth. He plundered her. My friend moaned, drool running down her chin.

My pussy grew hotter. I shuddered, grinding my twat on my daddy’s hungry mouth. Juices flowed out of me into his mouth. My breasts jiggled. Daddy’s hands kneaded my rump. He squeezed my ass as he sucked on my clit now.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned, the pleasure building.

“Oh, damn, that’s good!” another guy groaned. “I don’t know who you are, but you suck dick like a champ!”

“Fuck! Fuck! Mom!”

“Oh, pussy tastes so good! I love it!”

“Make me cum, and I’ll make you explode!”

“Yes, yes, drink my cum, slut!”

The moans echoed around me. The stranger’s face twisted as he fucked my friend hard. He was going to cum in her mouth. He would flood her with all his spunk. I trembled, my pussy clenching at the idea.

Soon, Daddy would fuck me and then flood my pussy with all his seed.

That sent sparks bursting through me. I gasped and moaned and shuddered. My entire body trembled. My cunt clenched as Daddy’s tongue darted around my clit. He brushed it. The pleasure swelled, this growing fire that threatened to consume me.

“Daddy!” I moaned.

“Cum on your daddy’s mouth!” gasped the stranger. “Every father deserves to drown in his daughter’s cunt cream!”

“Yes!” I howled and threw back my head.

My pussy convulsed. Juices gushed out of me. They flooded my daddy’s mouth. I moaned as the fires blazed so hot through me. The rapture burned through my nerves. My head threw back, my small breasts jiggling.

“Oh, Daddy, yes!” I moaned as my juices gushed out.

“Rosachika!” he groaned as my cream flooded his mouth.

My ass clenched beneath Daddy’s hands as I ground on his mouth. The stranger fucked my friend’s mouth hard beside me as I writhed through my orgasm. He gripped her hair. I shuddered, my mind burning beneath ecstasy. His cock plunged hard and fast into her mouth.

He groaned.

“Are you cumming in her mouth?” I moaned, my body shuddering through my pleasure.

“Yes, yes, yes!” he growled.

My friend was swallowing. She was gulping down the cum. The man gripped her hair in a tight fist. The jizz filled her. Her throat worked as she drank him down. I shuddered, wondering what jizz tasted like. What my father’s cum tasted like.

“I need you to fuck my pussy!” I moaned. “I need you to ram that cock into my cunt and make me into a woman! Please, please, pop my cherry, Daddy!”

“Rosachika, you are amazing!” he moaned. “I will. Damn, you are as beautiful as your mother was at your age. Look at you. Just a flower blossoming.”

I grinned at him. “I love you, Daddy!” I fell down to my hands and knees, facing my friend sucking out the last of the stranger’s cum. “Let my pussy love your cock, Daddy!”

“Mother of God,” he groaned.

Natalie popped her mouth off the stranger’s cock. She panted, drool and cum running down her face. It ran down her chin. She panted, her round breasts rising and falling, her green eyes glossy. She stared up at the stranger.

“Fuck me!” my friend moaned.

“Get down on your knees and face Rosa!” ordered the stranger.

Natalie did. She turned to me, her face inches from mine. Her green eyes stared into mine. She had the stranger’s cum on her mouth. I stared at it, wondering what it tasted like. I had to know, so horny. I had to try it.

I darted it in and licked at her chin. I lapped up the stranger’s salty cum. It tasted good. Great. My cunt clenched as my tongue reached my friend’s lips. I brushed her and then we were kissing. I moaned. This wasn’t practicing making out. This was the real deal.

Our tongues darted around each other’s tongue. I whimpered as Daddy groaned behind me. His cock nudged into my rump. He slid down my butt as I kissed my friend with hunger. I whimpered as Daddy’s cock moved lower and lower.

This hot, incestuous heat blossomed through me.

Daddy’s cock found my pussy.

I moaned into my friend’s mouth. I kissed her as hard as I could as Daddy’s cock nuzzled into the folds of my vulva and pressed on my hymen. I was moments away from losing my virginity to my sexy daddy.

My friend squealed and broke the kiss, gasping. “Yes, yes, that’s it! You’re in me!”

I realized my friend had just lost her virginity, the stranger buried in her cunt. I opened my mouth to congratulate her when Daddy thrust. A loud gasp burst from my lips as this flash of pain shot through me followed by a wave of pleasure. Daddy’s cock reached deeper and deeper and deeper into me.

My eyes widened as I trembled. “Mother of God!”

“I know!” my friend purred. “It’s incredible. Is he reaching all the way into you.”

“And filling me up!” I moaned, my cunt clenching down on my daddy’s thick cock. He was in me. I felt his balls rubbing into my clit. “Daddy!”

“My Rosachika!” he moaned, his hands stroking my body as he drew back his cock.

That felt amazing.

His dick pulled back out of me and then slammed into me. I shuddered, my heart pounding in my chest as he pumped his dick away at me. He thrust hard and fast, plundering me. Pumping fast and hard, ramming over and over and over into me.

“Daddy!” I moaned, my hips rotating, stirring my pussy around his cock.

That made it even better.

“Oh, Daddy, yes!” I gasped. “Oh, Daddy, you’re incredible. You’re amazing. Oh, yes, yes, Daddy!”

He groaned, his dick plundering my cunt hard and fast. He buried over and over into me. He rammed his dick into my twat. It felt amazing. Outstanding. Best thing ever. That thick, long cock penetrated me so hard and deep.

Natalie’s face twisted with pleasure before me. She moaned and gasped as she rocked back into the stranger’s cock. She bit her lip, moaning and gasping and shaking her hips. I bet she was clenching her cunt down on him like I did to Daddy, her breasts swaying and jiggling.

“Ooh, yes, yes, you love it, Natalie!” I moaned. “Don’t you? You just love it!”

“Not as much as you, Rosa!” my friend moaned. “You’re dad’s fucking you. Incest is so hot.”

“Isn’t it?” I gasped in realization. I used to think it was icky. Game of Thrones had it, but now… Being fucked by my daddy was the best. “Oh, Daddy, yes, yes, you made me into a woman and I love you for it!”

He groaned, pounding me hard and fast. “You’re so hot and tight, Rosachika. Your pussy… Damn, your pussy is amazing. Mother of God, I’m going to flood you with my cum!”

“Yes!” I gasped.

I rocked back into my daddy’s thrusts, my little titties jiggling. My butt-cheeks smacked into his crotch and his balls spanked my clit. Sparks burst from my little bud, tightening my cunt on his dick each time.

The silky friction increased.

I loved it. I moaned and then gasped as Natalie kissed me again. Our lips moved together, caressing each other as we were fucked for the first time. We lost our cherries together. It was so wonderful. I was so glad she was out shopping with us.

“Damn,” the stranger grunted. “Virgin pussy is amazing.”

“It is,” my dad moaned. “Natalie’s one hot piece of ass. Blondes, right?”

“Yeah, they’re hot. And she’s fucking tight!”

SMACK!

My friend squealed into my mouth. I realized the stranger had spanked her. She kissed me harder. Did she like it? I heard girls liked getting spanked when being fucked. What would that be—

CRACK!

Daddy spanked me once.

I gasped as the pain stung across my rump and melted down to my cunt. It fed my growing orgasm. I rocked back into Daddy’s thrusts, loving every moment of this. The pleasure built and built and built. I felt dizzy from the rapture. From the delight of being fucked by him. The spank added a naughty thrill.

It was incredible. My hips stirred from side to side. My cunt danced around his dick. The pleasure built and built in me. This was incredible. Just a delight to enjoy. My pussy squeezed with such force down around his dick.

“Shit!” Daddy groaned. “Your cunt, Rosachika! You’re going to make me cum!”

“Flood your daughter!” panted the stranger. “Damn, her friend’s eager for it. She keeps clenching her pussy on my dick.”

I squeezed down on Daddy’s withdrawing cock.

“That’s incredible,” he panted, slamming back into me. “Damn, my daughter’s moving her ass, too. She loves it.”

I broke the kiss with Natalie and moaned, “It’s amazing, Daddy! Better than masturbating or when you ate me out!”

“Oh, yes, yes, yes!” gasped Natalie. Her blonde hair danced about her flushed face. “Fuck me, stranger. Oh, yes, yes! God, you’re so hot. Yes, yes, fuck me hard! Make me explode.”

Daddy’s dick brought me closer and closer to my next orgasm. It was amazing. I moaned and gasped, my hips dancing from right to left. I stirred his cock around inside of me. My tits jiggled. My hair spilled around my face. He pounded me hard.

Then he grabbed my hair.

I gasped as he pulled on it as he fucked my cunt from behind. I didn’t know why, but it made it hotter. He held tight as he pounded me. He rammed that dick deep into my cunt. I whimpered at the pleasure surging through me.

I shuddered, my pussy squeezing around his dick. His cock fucked me over and over. It was incredible. I bit my lower lip, whimpering and groaning as he plundered my cunt. His strokes were hard and fast. Just the best.

His strokes rammed into me. He buried so deep into my cunt. I whimpered. My eyes squeezed shut as my pussy clenched around his dick. The heat built and built. A wonderful explosion that would have me shuddering.

“Daddy!” I moaned. “I’m going to cum, Daddy! I’m going to cum on your big dick!”

“Yes, yes, cum on your dad’s cock!” my friend panted. The slap of flesh on flesh echoed around us. “That would be so hot.”

“Uh-huh,” I whimpered, clutching my pussy around my daddy’s cock. The increased friction brought me closer and closer to my climax. “Oh, yes, yes, I’m going to explode.”

“Good!” my daddy panted. He buried hard and deep into me. His cock filled me. He felt incredible in me. Amazing.

His balls smacked into my clit.

I exploded.

“Daddy!”

My pussy convulsed around his cock. A wave of pleasure surged out of my cunt. Last time, I burned in ecstasy, this time I drowned in incestuous rapture. It spilled through my body and swept over my thoughts.

Stars burst across my eyes as Daddy rammed into my writhing pussy. He groaned and gasped, his hand pulling back hard on my hair. He growled, fucking me with such power. He drove his dick into my incestuous depths.

“Oh, yes, yes!” Natalie moaned. “I want to cum like that. Oh, please, Mister, make me explode!” Her eyes widened. “Oh, my god, yes! That’s my clit! That’s my fricking clit!”

She howled in rapture. I shuddered, watching the pleasure burn across her face while my own pussy convulsed and writhed around Daddy’s cock. It was amazing. I panted and shuddered, my pussy writhing and spasming around Daddy’s cock.

“Rosachika!” Daddy panted. He plowed into my pussy’s depths. “I love you!”

My heart beat for joy as the pleasure flooded out of my cunt spasming around his dick. Something hot spurted into my cunt’s depths. I groaned, realizing Daddy was cumming in me. He was flooding me with his jizz. It was incredible. I whimpered and moaned, my body trembling as the pleasure surged through me.

I had no idea anything could feel this amazing.

I loved it.

Daddy’s cock felt amazing in my cunt. My moans filled the supermarket with the other pants and gasps that were bursting around us. Everyone was cumming and moaning and having so much naughty fun.

“Shit!” the stranger grunted.

“Yes, yes, flood my fricking cunt!” howled my friend Natalie, her head throwing back. “Oh, Mister, yes!”

“Daddy!” I moaned, my pussy milking daddy’s cock dry, wringing out every drop of cum.

We weren’t the only ones gasping in pleasure.

“Mom! Jesus, a third load of cum! You’re amazing! Come on, you can suck more out of my dick!”

“Ooh, I love eating pussy!” moaned a woman. “I never want to stop eating yours!”

“I know, your twat tastes amazing,” gasped another woman. “Yes, yes, just keep sucking on my cunt. You’re going to make me cum.”

I loved it. Such naughty sounds echoed around us.

Daddy fired the last blast of cum into my pussy. I felt so amazing. I buzzed in delight, riding the high of an incestuous orgasm. I was so glad to come to this amazing store. I couldn’t believe I lost my cherry here, but it was perfect.

Just the best place to do it.

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Dean Michaels

I shuddered as I pumped the last of my cum into Natalie’s cunt. I stared at the Hispanic man flooding his daughter with his seed. There was such joy in his eyes. I wanted that same pleasure. I wanted to experience that same passion.

I would.

I ripped my cock out of Natalie and she whimpered. She threw a look at me. “No, no, you have to keep fucking me!”

I hadn’t given them commands for after the fucking. Already, Rosa’s father was drawing back his hips to keep fucking his deflowered daughter. I reached my computer, glancing at the battery. It was draining fast, but there was still some time left on it.

G039D0,932D0C,5H391D; end directed command

That would return the three to the general command. Instantly, Rosa pulled off her father’s cock and spun around, moaning, “I need to suck your dick now, Daddy!”

She engulfed her fathers’ cock, sucking his shaft, soaked in her pussy juices, into her hungry mouth. The girl moaned, sucking hard. Natalie stared at Rosa’s ass and pussy right before her. Needing to give oral pleasure, the blonde pressed her face into the Hispanic girl’s cunt and lapped up the creampie.

I grinned at that. My dick throbbed as I looked around. The mom was blowing her son. He looked like he was having the time of his life. I pushed my cart before me, admiring the two women who were sixty-nining. One was Black, the other White, making such a delicious swirl of pleasure.

I grabbed the 2% milk for my wife as I headed through the dairy section, passing more people having sex. A man leaned against the apple stand, his hand gripping an Asian woman’s head as she sucked his cock with hunger. She was having fun blowing him.

“Oh, Trish, honey, our daughter is such a cocksucker!” panted a man further down the produce aisle. He was in front of the banana stand getting his dick sucked by a brunette girl who was nineteen or so.

A woman with the same shade of brown hair was blowing a Black guy a few feet away, sucking hard. She had a wedding ring flashing on her hand. The Black guy enjoyed the treat, the wife sucking hard while her daughter took care of her husband.

I passed two more women sixty-nining, one a barely legal beauty with a castle tattooed on her back with a knight riding out, a damsel in a tower waving at him with a long scarf of green. The woman she rode was older than my wife, the pair devouring each other in hunger.

My dick throbbed. The battery was getting lower than I was comfortable with. It was almost time to stop the fun. What a shame. I reached the front where the cash registers lay. One cashier was a man who was getting a blowjob from the woman he must have been ringing out, her large tits bobbing as she worked her mouth up and down his cock. The other two cashiers were women and sixty-nining on their belt, the one on top getting her asshole fingered by the cutie on the bottom.

The cashier who interrupted me had her mouth wrapped around an older man’s cock. His wrinkled face twisted in delight as she sucked on his dick. He groaned and her big tits swayed as she blew his cock with enthusiasm.

Both entrances were the center of wild fun. People had been flowing in and falling under the device. They’d stripped naked, and then the women began blowing guys or licking cunts. I smiled as a new woman walked in, her hair dyed red. She was in her mid-thirties, wearing a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. She peeled it her top revealing no bra beneath.

She must have just run out of the house to do an errand.

Her breasts swayed as she groaned and shoved down her sweatpants and panties in a single go, her pussy covered by soft, blonde hair. She kicked off her flip-flops and was naked in moments, her breasts swaying as she straightened.

She looked around, her head cocking. Every guy had a woman around his dick while the other women were sixty-nining. This frantic look flashed over the newcomer. She squirmed in place, whimpering and groaning.

Then she saw me.

“Oh, thank god,” she breathed and hurried over to me.

She fell to the floor before me and engulfed my cock covered in the girl’s pussy juices. I groaned as the stranger blew me. The pleasure rushed through me. It was incredible. I panted, my chest rising and falling. The woman bobbed her head hard and fast.

I glanced at the machine. 10% battery remaining.

“Fuck,” I groaned, not wanting to risk it running out and not having enough time to put everything to right.

As the pressure built on the tip of my cock, the woman sucking with enthusiasm, I typed: all; end horny protocol,incest protocol,oral protocol.

The woman slid her mouth off of me and then just looked bored, my cock right before her face. That happened across the entrance. The old man’s cock slid out just as he was erupting, a blast of cum catching the cashier across the face.

She just let it drip over her.

Panting, I activated the cleanup protocol. Everyone was scrambling to get dressed now, searching for their clothes. The cashier wiped the cum off her face with Kleenexes from a box beside her cash register before finding her outfit. I donned my own clothes. The security guard, who had been enjoying a hummer from a plump Black woman, headed away to reactivate the security system.

The power drained as the cleanup process took a few minutes. It was getting dangerously low. My dick was hard, but I was glad that I had stopped getting the blowjob. Better to deny myself some pleasure now then ruin everything.

Last, when everyone seemed dressed and slipped into the boredom routine, I put in the final command: all; amnesia protocol.

The most important one of all. The one that would have everyone forget what they did and to ignore any evidence that would hint something had happened. They wouldn’t wonder at the taste of cum in their mouths. Rosa and Natalie wouldn’t question why they no longer had hymens. It was a shame the father and daughter wouldn’t remember their passion.

Maybe they would in their dreams.

I turned off the machine and closed my laptop. People shook their heads and then went about their business. The cashier glanced around and saw me. Her eyes narrowed. She marched over to me, questions in her eyes.

“Just needed some milk, “I said, holding it up. “Your lane open?”

“Uh, sure,” she said, shaking her head. She had a little trace of cum on her face, a drying bit of white beneath her ear. “This way.”

I smiled and nodded. Shopping carts pushed through the store. The backup at the entrances was moving in. A woman with a toddler successfully entered the store. It took a minute to ring me up and for me to pay with a five out of my wallet. Then I headed out to my SUV.

I sent my wife a text: Got the milk. Heading home. Love you.

I started up my SUV. Already, my thoughts were already plotting out the home system. I could restrict it to just our house and set it up with commands that would keep my family under its influence in the house. They would be happy, have fun, and not remember any of it outside of it.

It was a shame that society frowned on my desires. I would love for my wife and daughters to be accepting of it, but once the machine was running, they would have so much fun. My dick was hard as I put my SUV into gear.

And once I had the home system figured out, there was the college where I taught. The mind control device held so many interesting possibilities. I couldn’t wait to explore them all.

To be continued…

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Once we were in the bathroom, Jamie turned on the water to let it warm up then kissed me again. “Step in Lisa, I’ll wash you.”

I pulled my hair tie out and sat it on the sink, shaking out my hair. It came to just below the bottom of my shoulder blades. Jamie finished adjusted the water and offered a hand to help me in. My face felt sticky, as well as my hands. Once I was in, I started rubbing the water into my hair. It was hotter than I usually showered but I liked it just the same.

Jamie got in after me and took over wetting my hair, then starting lathering shampoo in my hair. I felt a little silly having someone else wash me but it was a bit relaxing. After my hair was rinsed, she massaged the conditioner deep into my scalp. I’d never had any type of massage but I saw then why people liked them.
After she rinsed out my hair, she washed her own and I couldn’t help but watch the suds run down her breasts. They were right at eye level for me. I wanted to bury my face in them. I didn’t know where it was coming from but they were just so perfect. And she was so toned. Her stomach was solid, and she had a nice bronzed tan.

Jamie noticed me staring and said, “Just do whatever feels natural baby.”

I blushed a bit at getting caught then leaned into them, laying my head on her chest and hugging her close. My arms just barely reached around her but I snuggled as close as I could get, feeling loved. I hadn’t had much human contact in my life. After I was about 5, it just seemed weird to hug my parents and I didn’t really have many friends.

Jamie smiled down at me and hugged me back. Nothing had ever felt so perfect so I almost cried out when she pulled away. She just smirked a little and started washing me. I grabbed a washcloth and soaped it up while she washed my back and giggled as my sides got tickled a bit. When she was done with my back I motioned for her to turn around. I washed her back delicately taking in the full details of it all. Everything from her strong shoulders, her toned back, small waist, the sensual dip at the base just above her perfectly rounded ass.

As I got to her ass my curiosity got the better of me as it usually did and I cupped it and squeezed. I had to know if it was as firm as it looked. It was indeed which made my mouth water. How was a woman making me feel this way? I looked up and she was grinning down at me which made me blush.

Jamie rinsed herself off then proceeded to wash me, taking her time on my breasts and pussy. I relished in her touch and just stared up into her emerald eyes. She was smiling at me in such a loving way.

After we were both clean she got down on both knees and grabbed my razor from the low shelf. “Sit down and lean back. Let’s clean up this hair.” She said and she played with my thin curls. I did as she said, nervous about the razor near such a sensitive place.

She seemed to sense my fears and looked at me reassuringly, “Trust me. I’ve done this to myself plenty.” She said as she started shaving. It felt weird but was over soon enough.

We both got out and she dried me, then herself and put the towels in the washer since the laundry room came off of the bathroom. She grabbed my hand and laced our fingers together then walked us to the couch where our clothes were hanging all over it. She started dressing so I reluctantly did the same, frowning at not being able to marvel at her full form as well.

“Would you be okay here for about an hour by yourself? I need to go get a surprise.” Jamie asked me.

“Yeah, I guess so. Can we talk about this when you get back?” I asked, knowing my fear was showing. I was scared she would leave and never come back. I couldn’t handle that. I had just nearly lost my virginity to this woman yet she wanted to leave.

“Of course sweetie.” She said and pulled me in for another heated kiss. “Wow, you learn quick. You already kiss great.”

I blushed, guessing it was probably said just to make me feel better. I walked to the door with her, wishing to never let go. She kissed me again, but more gently, then left. I stood staring through the glass of the door until she was completely out of sight.

I got onto the computer on my mom’s account. She was not computer savvy at all so her password was very easy “1qwertyui”. I used her account for anything mine was blocked to do because all I needed to do was delete the history when I was done and she was left none the wiser. My dad on the other hand would know if I had been on his.

I started with a simple bing search since she used google. I spent the whole time she was gone learning everything about sex that I could. I learned the right words and the funner words. I also learned that what she was was a lesbian and now, maybe I was too. I kind of liked it because all of the gay pride pictures were really neat. I decided to learn more about the culture later.

I learned ways to “eat pussy” as it was called and things like that. I also read some things about the clit and how to make it feel better. I learned all kinds of neat ways to kiss and practiced moving my tongue those ways until I could not move it anymore. I watched a few short porn videos so I could really see how it worked. I was so caught up in the learning experience that it barely even aroused me.

When I heard Jamie pulling in the driveway, I started the virus scanner and turned off the monitor. I had heard people talk about porn causing viruses so figured I should keep that from happening.

When Jamie walked in I practically ran to her and hugged her, thinking to myself how happy I was that she came back. Could this be love?

She hugged me sweetly and sat some black grocery bags on the table. “I’ll show you what’s in there later, you’ll love them. Right now, let’s talk. Go sit on the couch, I’ll be there in a sec.” Jamie said and kissed me on the forehead. I went and sat and soon enough she was right there with a drink for each of us

“First, obviously you didn’t know what was going on so well so I feel bad. I want to make sure you understand EVERYTHING about this before we do anymore. So, what th-”

I cut her off there, “I know what it was all called now. I did a bunch of research on my moms computer while you were gone. I also now know that… Um…” At that moment I knew for sure and spoke out before I lost the courage, “I l-love you. I’m not just saying that ‘cause of what we did. I mean it. I really care about you. When you left, I didn’t want to let go. I was scared you wouldn’t come back.”

Jamie seemed taken aback by everything and sat there for a minute. I shifted in my seat waiting for a response. “I liked it all Jamie. Don’t hate yourself.” I said.

She cleared her throat, “Well. That solves all of the stuff I was thinking about while I was gone. I wanted to say I love you but was waiting to see how you handled everything. So,” She leaned into me and held my face in her hands and gently touched her lips to mine, “I love you Lisa. But you can’t tell your parents. You’re not 18 yet.”

“I know, we can keep it secret. So what did you get?” I asked and her face lit up. I couldn’t help but stare into her green eyes. They lit up and it made me all tingly inside. My blue eyes felt pale and boring in comparison.

She got up and brought the bag to me. Opening it she said, “I actually went to a sex store. Before you worry, they’re all small and we will take this slow.” First she pulled out a smallish dildo. “This ones about 5 inches.” Then she pulled out a slightly bigger one attached to a bunch of leather straps. “This is about 7 inches and it’s called a strap on. It’s for me to wear to have sex with you. The other is to get you ready.” Then she pulled out an even bigger one but with smaller straps. “This is for you. You get to keep this but hide it. It’s for you to wear whenever you’re ready to fuck me.”

I stared at it all surprised. I wasn’t sure what to think so I picked up the smallest one. It felt like actual flesh. It looked like a real cock except had no balls. She then pulled out a plain red towel with a matching washcloth.

“Okay,” she said, “When you’re hymen breaks, we’ll need these. You go to the bedroom and get comfortable. I’m going to get some warm water. It will make it hurt less.” I winced a little at the mention of pain. I knew from what I read about the hymen how painful it was. I took a deep breath and sat down the dildo then went to my room. “I assume she knows what she’s doing.” I thought to myself.

When I got into my room, I stripped down then laid on my made bed. Jamie came in and sat the bowl with the washcloth and water in the bowl, as well as the other items she bought, down on my bedside table. “Aww, I was hoping to undress you.” She said with a laugh. She stripped down too and lifted my ass to put the towel under me. “Just in case you bleed a little. I don’t want to ruin your bed.”

I took a big gulp and was breathing heavily. “Don’t worry hun, I’m not going to do it yet.” She said and got on the bed between my legs. She leaned over me and started kissing me. I wrapped my arms around her neck and kissed her back. Too soon the kiss broke and she looked in my icey eyes.

Jamie started kissing her way down me, lingering on my neck. Then, she started sucking and nibbling my nipples till I let out a small moan then clamped my mouth shut.

“Don’t hold back. Make all the noises that come naturally.” Jamie said then started kissing her way down again.

She stopped and breathed lightly on my inner hip-bone which made me jerk a little. She kissed it and licked at it a little which made me arch my back some and let out another moan. I started to stifle it then let it out.

She moved down and started kissing what I now knew was my clit but reaching up with one hand to play with my smallish tits. She started licking circles around my clit and nibbling at it then her hand trailed down my stomach. I was still letting out small, whimpering moans. I felt her fingers feeling around my opening, poking at it and rubbing gently, with her finger just barely entering.

I felt myself getting close and knew she could tell. All of the sudden right after the pleasure erupted there was searing pain in my pussy that made the pleasure stop and tears fill my eyes. Jamie had shoved the dildo in me and broke my hymen.

She pulled it out very slowly then put the warm washcloth on me which made the pain start to fade. “Shh baby-girl. It’s okay. I know it hurts. Just breathe.”

I took deep breaths and soon enough the pain was gone. “You could have warned me, you know.” I said as I began to sit up and wiped the tears away.

“Just lay down.” Jamie said, “It would of hurt more if you were expected it because you would be tensed up. Now, let me please you.” She wiped me clean then pulled the towel out from under me.

Jamie lifted my legs so my knees were resting on her shoulders and breathed in my scent. “Mmm, you smell so great. Especially after you cum.” I blushed and reached down to run my hand through her short brown hair. She smiled up at me then leaned back down and licked my pussy which made me fall back down onto my pillow, my hair sprawled out around me like an ash blonde halo.

I felt her tongue slip inside me and the moaning began again she moved her focus to my clit, nibbling and sucking on it again as she slipped a finger inside me and moved it in and out slowly. It felt amazing having something wiggling in and out of me. I never imagined sex could feel so good. Another finger moved into me and I could feel my pussy stretching.

“Oh Jamie, it feels so goooooood.” I moaned as another orgasm rocked my body and I felt my juices squirt into her mouth. This time I didn’t stop it and felt her fingers rubbing at my clit, causing the orgasm to drag out and intensify so I was writhing in pleasure.

Jamie stopped and watched me finish cumming then dived back in, this time pounding me hard with her two fingers then three until I came again but just barely squirted.

“Are you ready for more?” She asked and I jerked up.

“There’s MORE? WOW!” Jamie chuckled and grabbed the smallest dildo and slid it inside me without much warning and I fell back again.

She pounded it in and out of my pussy so that all I could do was claw at the bed as I moaned in ecstasy. She started on my clit again as she fucked my virginous pussy then kissed her way up and started kissing my mouth. She moaned back into my mouth. She started kissing an sucking my neck so I came all over again and she sat up.

Jamie watched me cumming my brains out around her little dildo. She was smiling and pleasing herself and quickly came with me.

After we both finished she laid down beside me, pulling the dildo out and dropping it onto the floor, and kissed my forehead. I couldn’t move a muscle. I rolled my head over onto her plump breasts and she started petting my hair.

“Just rest sweetheart. When you get up, we’ll eat supper then I’ll show you how great it is when the cock is attached to me.” I barely heard her as I fell into a dreamless rest.

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A woman comes home to her girlfriend. Both have secret, sexy agenda’s.

New story (: I got wet writing it so I hope everyone gets wet reading it (; Enjoy!

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“Leah, I’m home.”

Isabelle yells throughout the apartment. Leah smiles and wraps the robe tighter around her body as she sits on the couch ‘watching’ one of Isabelle’s favorite shows.

“I’m in the living room! Come here and sit with me, Izzy!”

Leah calls out, adding her girlfriend’s nickname on at the end.

“One second.”

Isabelle calls back. She goes into their bedroom and grabs their favorite strap on from the drawer. Thankful that the straps are separated so she doesn’t have to take off her pants to put it on. She pushes her jeans and boxers to her knees and straps on the strap on before pulling her boxers up and positioning the dildo comfortably. When she is content with her appearance she starts back out to the hallway. Isabelle sighs and walks into the living room rubbing out the knots in her neck.

“You sure you want me to sit with you? I’m all yucky from work.”

Isabelle teases as she smiles at her girlfriend and gives her a quick kiss. Leah smiles back as Isabelle sits down on the couch, her head resting on the arm of the couch and her still boot clad feet propped up on the couch cushions.

“I’m positive.”

Leah smiles and Isabelle looks to the tv before smiling brightly.

“Hey! You’re watching Shades of Blue.”

Isabelle focuses on the tv and relaxes into the couch. Leah rolls her eyes affectionately and takes off Isabelle’s work boots. Isabelle doesn’t make a move until Leah starts to massage her feet. Isabelle looks at Leah and smiles.

“A foot massage?”

Leah smiles seductively and presses harder into Isabelle’s foot, making her girlfriend moan softly.

“Anything for my hard working girlfriend.”

Leah bites her lip but Isabelle smiles and looks back to the tv. Leah rolls her eyes again but this time, it was annoyed. Sometimes her girlfriend could be so blind. Leah moves her massage to Isabelle’s calf.

“And I wanted to help you relax after you got home.”

Leah says seductively. Isabelle nods her head while still looking at the tv. Leah furrows her brow and moves her hands just behind Isabelle’s knees.

“Do you know how I want to do that?”

She asks huskily. Isabelle shakes her head and laughs at something on the tv. Leah groans and resorts to the least seductive way she planned tonight. She takes off her robe and throws it in Isabelle’s face. Isabelle jumps and looks at Leah.

“What the-“

Isabelle stops short as her jaw drops at what her girlfriend is wearing. A red skimpy thong with a matching push up bra, displaying her gorgeous breasts. Leah smiles proudly and runs her hands up Isabelle’s thighs to her hips, bending over slightly to give her girlfriend a better view of her cleavage. Isabelle gulps and stares shamelessly at her girlfriends bust.

“I”m horny.”

Leah states bluntly. She grips Isabelle’s jean clad hips and jerks her towards her body. Isabelle smiles and puts her hands behind her head, one foot now on the floor and the other on Leah’s armrest. Leah narrows her eyes at her girlfriend.

“Oh, you’re playing that game?”

Isabelle simply smirks in response. They had a ‘game’ every so often. Where Isabelle would act like a cocky bitch and Leah would act like a huge pussy tease. It was almost torture for the most part but in the end, they both had incredible orgasms. Leah smiles with an evil plan forming in her mind. She leans down, keeping her eyes locked on Isabelle’s and presses a kiss to her girlfriend’s thigh. Isabelle’s eyes darken further and she licks her lips. Leah smirks internally and presses another kiss to Isabelle’s opposite thigh. Isabelle could feel her breathing becoming heavier. Leah moves one hand to Isabelle’s thin t-shirt and raises it slightly to expose a sliver of her girlfriend’s tone stomach. Still keeping eye contact, she leaves a soft kiss on Isabelle’s soft skin. Isabelle bites her lip as she watches Leah’s every move. Leah can’t hide the smirk that graces her lips at the sight of her girlfriend’s lustful state. The apex of her thighs was also starting to have a growing heat. Leah kisses over Isabelle’s shirt just above her belly button. Isabelle loses her self-control and reaches for Leah’s face. Before she can touch her Leah grabs her wrists and pins them to Isabelle’s sides. Isabelle groans in lust and annoyance. Leah smiles and leaves a kiss at the top of Isabelle’s chest before kissing her neck lightly because she knows how sensitive her girlfriend is on the side of her neck. Isabelle immediately turns her head to offer Leah more access to her weak spot, one she knows will make her crumble under Leah’s touch. Though Leah doesn’t kiss her neck just yet. She whispers in Isabelle’s ear.

“Are you as horny as me yet? Hm? Enough to make you actually move your hands and work on your girl like you work on machines?”

Leah whispers and follows up by sucking Isabelle’s earlobe into her hot mouth, knowing how it drives her girlfriend crazy. Isabelle clenches her teeth to muffle a moan and tries to grind against Leah’s stomach which had rested right above her center as she whispered dirty words to her girlfriend. Leah smiles as she releases Isabelle’s earlobe and presses her lips right in front of Isabelle’s ear, making the woman before her shiver.

“I didn’t hear an answer.”

She whispers softly and Isabelle whimpers as her girlfriend’s warm breath washes over her cheek. She knew she would have to voice what Leah wanted to hear for her girlfriend to actually touch her and stop teasing her. Isabelle wets her lips as Leah leaves light kisses to her jaw.

“I-I am so horny f-for you.”

Isabelle stumbles out, distracted by Leah’s kisses. Leah smiles in victory and incorporates her tongue into the kisses, brushing Isabelle’s skin every kiss.

“That’s my girl.”

Isabelle moans and tries to move her hands but Leah keeps a surprisingly strong hold on them.

“Ah ah ah. You don’t get to move your hands yet. I want you to tell me how you’re going to fuck me. Because I want it deep and hard and I know only you can give it to me just the way I like it.”

Leah whispers against Isabelle’s lips. Isabelle growls as she realizes what Leah wants, craves even…her strap on. Isabelle suddenly bursts forward, catching Leah off guard, her hands slip from Leah’s grip and caress her girlfriends back as she lays Leah down on the couch cushions. Leah narrows her eyes at Isabelle who in return gives her a smirk. Isabelle grabs Leah’s hands and moves them above her head, successfully pinning them to the couch. Isabelle moves her lips to Leah’s.

“You want to know how I’m going to fuck you?

Isabelle whispers huskily against Leah’s lips. Leah bites her lip and gently nods her head. Isabelle smiles and runs her tongue lightly across Leah’s bottom lip. Leah’s own tongue comes out to play but Isabelle pulls back at that exact moment.

“First, I’m going to go down on you. I’m going to suck your beautiful clit as I reach up and play with your nipples.”

Isabelle describes as she ghosts her lips down Leah’s neck. Leah moans and bucks her hips up. Her center connects with Isabelle’s and she moans again. Isabelle moves her free hand down to Leah’s hips and holds her to the couch with a strong hand.

“Then, I’m going to finger you. Fast and hard.”

Leah groans and arches her back as Isabelle pulls down her bra with her teeth and nibbled at a stiff nipple. Leah tries to jerk her hands-free but Isabelle just tightens her grip. Leah whimpers and starts to breathe heavy, not that she wasn’t already. Isabelle smirks against Leah’s skin and moves to her other breast, replicating the same bites. Leah pushes her chest further into Isabelle’s mouth, the latter eagerly takes the offered breast in between her lips and sucks lightly before releasing it with a pop. Leah groans louder.

“After that, I’m going to go get your favorite strap-on and fuck you six ways to Sunday.”

Isabelle husks against Leah’s lips and Leah finally breaks and whines loudly.

“God, Izzy, just fuck me. Please, God, damn it. Please.”

Isabelle smirks and nips at Leah’s pouty bottom lip, making Leah groan in annoyance.

“If that’s what you want.”

Isabelle teases and finally makes the move to crash their lips together. Leah moans deeply into her mouth and deepens the kiss quickly. Isabelle releases Leah’s wrists and unclasps her girlfriend’s bra expertly with one hand. She tears it down her arms and breaks the kiss. Leah moans as Isabelle worships her nipples and breasts. Isabelle then moves down Leah’s stomach, planting kisses all over her stomach, teasing the top of her panties. Leah bucks her hips up and Isabelle smirks at how needy her girlfriend could get. But neither women were in the mood for anymore teasing so Isabelle jerks Leah’s panties down and tosses them to the side. Isabelle moans at the sight of her girlfriend’s wet cunt. Isabelle situated herself between Leah’s legs and uses one finger to run up and down her slit. Leah, let’s out a breathy moan and grinds on Isabelle’s finger. Isabelle softly kisses her thigh.

“You’re so wet Leah.”

Isabelle whispers softly. Leah whimpers an “mhm” and nods her head. Isabelle finally leans forward and takes Leah’s pussy into her mouth, her tongue stroking Leah’s slit. Leah digs her head back into the couch as a moan rips from her throat.

“Yes! Oh, yes!”

Leah grinds against Isabelle’s tongue, desperately needing release from the teasing. Isabelle moans and licks her girlfriend’s clit repeatedly, enjoying the way Leah squirmed. Leah pants hard and moves one hand down to Isabelle’s head and presses her harder into her pussy. Isabelle moans deeply and teases her tongue against Leah’s entrance. Leah groans and her nails claw slightly at the back of Isabelle’s head.

“Baby, you’re going to make me cum so fast.”

Leah breathes out. Isabelle groans against her pussy lips. She wanted to make her girlfriend cum hard and fast. She wouldn’t be getting a break tonight. Isabelle Quickly sucks Leah’s clit into her mouth. Leah gasps and arches her back, nails digging into Isabelle’s scalp.

“Oh fuck! Yes! Izzy- right there- right there!”

Leah screams loudly. It takes all Isabelle has not to smile into Leah’s wetness. She loved it when her girlfriend was loud and animated. It was so incredibly hot and turned her on more than anything. Isabelle sucks harshly at Leah’s clit, determined to make her cum in her mouth. Leah’s hips buck hungrily against her girlfriends mouth and her free hand reaches behind her to grip tightly at the armrest. Leah mewls loudly in pleasure.

“Izz-Izzy…God! Izzy!”

Leah yells as Isabelle presses her tongue firmly against her clit. Leah cries out as her orgasm washes over her. Isabelle doesn’t let up and the intense pleasure makes Leah squirm. Leah whimpers and twists her hips and turns her head into her arm. She bites the inside of her arm and groans. When Isabelle recognizes her girlfriend’s pleasure will turn into pain she releases her clit and resorts to simply licking her delicious wet pussy lips. Leah releases her bruised flesh and pants hard as she rests her head back against the couch cushions. Isabelle moves up Leah’s body and kisses the top of her breast before placing a light kiss on her lips. Leah smiles softly.

“I’m not done with you, sweetheart.”

Isabelle whispers and thrusts two fingers into Leah’s cunt. Leah gasps and snaps her eyes up wide. Isabelle smiles devilishly and plants her free hand next to Leah’s head and lower her lips to Leah’s neck. Leah moans loudly and her hands move to Isabelle’s back.

“Fuck.”

Leah hisses next to Isabelle’s ear. Isabelle pumps faster and faster. Tonight was going to be filled with rough, fast, and hard orgasms. Leah pants hard next to her ear and her nails claw at Isabelle’s back, though her shirt restricted most of the pain, it makes her girlfriend moan against her neck.

“Do you like that?”

Isabelle asks breathily. Her favorite part about their preferences during sex? They both loved dirty talk. Whether one was listening and the other was talking or vise a verse. They would be turned on in the drop of a hat. Leah moans and bites her lip, humming and nodding her head in positive confirmation. Isabelle moves her lips right against Leah’s ear.

“My fingers deep inside you?”

Isabelle says seductively. Leah was now a whimpering mess between her girlfriend’s hot, hot dirty talk and her fingers ramming her closer and closer to her impending orgasm. Isabelle didn’t quit.

“Fucking you so deep? Huh?”

Isabelle muses. Leah throws her head back into the cushions, certainly not for the last time.

“Yes! Oh, fuck yes!”

Leah cries out, her breathing labored and harsh. Isabelle smiles to herself and bites softly at Leah’s earlobe. Leah moans and her legs start to quiver at the quickly oncoming orgasm.

“Not as deep as my cock can fuck you, though. I know how you love my cock baby- how stretched and filled it can make you feel.”

Leah growls out loud and very loud. Her orgasm was so fucking close. Just a few more strokes…

“Cum for me baby.”

Isabelle husks into Leah’s ear and it’s the push she needs to fall over the edge. Leah clenches her teeth, grabs her girlfriend’s ass and thrusts her hips up to meet Isabelle’s last hard thrust, groaning loudly as her orgasm crashes down on her. Isabelle kisses Leah’s neck and makes a ‘come hither’ motion with her fingers to find that sweet spot inside her girlfriend. Leah squeaks and jerks forward as Isabelle finds her g-spot, her face burying in the crook of Isabelle’s shoulder and neck as her body shakes almost violently. Leah’s nails dig into Isabelle’s jean clad ass as she groans and jerks against her body. Isabelle relents with her fingers and eventually pulls them out of Leah’s sopping wet cunt. Leah falls heavily back against the couch and breathes deeply.

“Motherfucker.”

Leah mumbles exhaustively. Isabelle chuckles and kisses Leah’s cheek. By now Leah was soaked in cum and sweat and on her way to being absolutely worn out. Isabelle pulls Leah into a soft and tender kiss, giving the girl underneath her time to recuperate. When Isabelle had Leah moaning again she pulls back with a devilish glint in her eyes.

“I have a surprise for you.”

Isabelle informs Leah. Leah kisses Isabelle’s neck, making her moan.

“Yeah? What is it?”

Leah asks softly. Isabelle grabs Leah’s hand and leads it down to her crotch. Leah lets out a gasp as her hand brushes the bulge in her girlfriends baggy work jeans. How had she not noticed? Isabelle smirks and rubs Leah’s hand up and down on the bulge.

“Do you want to see your surprise?”

Isabelle whispers into Leah’s ear. Leah moans softly and nods her head. Isabelle leans back on her heels and stares down at her girlfriend as she takes off her belt. Leah bites her lip as she waits for Isabelle to whip out their favorite strap on but she was going so damn slow. Isabelle finally pushes down her boxers and work pants to reveal the 7 1/2 inch flesh like cock with about an inch in width. Leah moans and rolls her hips against the couch. Isabelle smirks and grabs the base of her cock.

“Like what you see, Leah?”

Leah smiles and pushes herself up enough to grab Isabelle’s hips and pull her down onto her. Isabelle chuckles lightly and plants her hands on the armrest above Leah’s head. Isabelle looks down and sees Leah’s hand already stroking her.

“I want to see you fuck my cock, Leah.”

Isabelle husks to her. Leah looks into her eyes and smiles.

“Sit back.”

Leah says and Isabelle complies. Soon Isabelle is sitting on the couch with Leah straddling her hips. Isabelle grabs the end of her cock and leads it to Leah’s entrance. She moans at how wet her girlfriend’s pussy is. Leah reaches down and pulls up on Isabelle’s shirt until it rests over her breasts. She unzips the front of her girlfriend’s sports bra to release her breasts. Leah moans softly and cups them gently. Isabelle looks up at Leah.

“Move down.”

Leah pushes herself down on the cock and moans deeply.

“Fuck.”

Leah breathes out when her pussy has taken all 7 1/2 inches. Isabelle gives her time to get used to the cock inside of her before grabbing both hips and pulling Leah up just slightly before letting her move back down to the hilt. Leah moans but grabs Isabelle’s hands.

“Wait. Shirt off. You know how much I love playing with your nipples while I ride your big cock.”

Leah smirks at Isabelle’s low groan and the small twitch in her hips from her dirty talk. Isabelle sits up more and pulls her shirt and bra off of her body. The only clothing she has left is her socks, jeans, and boxers that were all pooled down by her ankles. When Isabelle settles back against the couch Leah immediately bounces her ass on the cock buried in her, making both of them moan. Isabelle grabs her girlfriend’s ass and squeezes hard. Leah moans and starts a steady rhythm.

“Fuck my cock baby. Fuck it so good.”

Isabelle says as her hands run up and down Leah’s sides. Leah moans and cups Isabelle’s breasts, her thumbs brushing over her nipples roughly. Isabelle moans and can’t help but buck her hips. Leah moans and moves harder against the cock. Leah captures Isabelle’s lips in a hot, deep kiss that has them both moaning. Isabelle joins in on the thrusting, pushing the cock deeper into Leah. Leah whimpers and sits down as far as she can on the cock then grinds herself on it, knowing how crazy it drives her girlfriend. Isabelle groans at the way the harness rubs against her clit and grabs Leah’s hips tightly.

“Fuck, Leah. You’re so hot- You’re so hot.”

Isabelle mumbles against her lips. Leah moans and pinches Isabelle’s nipples, enjoying the whimpering moan the comes from her.

“Do you like it when I grind on your cock Izzy?”

Leah taunts in a breathy voice. Isabelle bites her lip and nods her head. Leah stops her hips and pulls back from Isabelle who wears a confused look. Leah grabs Isabelle’s hands and pins the to the couch behind her head. Even though Isabelle was stronger than her, Leah can sometimes manage to hold at least her hands down. Isabelle groans in frustration at not being able to touch her. Leah moves her lips right next to Isabelle’s ear.

“Prepare yourself for a rough ride baby.”

Leah whispers then slams herself down on the cock. They moan together and she does it again. After a few more stokes she has gained her voice back.

“Does this drive you, crazy baby?”

She whispers softly. Isabelle groans an affirmative and Leah chuckles teasingly, still riding her girlfriend’s wonderful cock.

“Not being able to touch me? To grab my ass and slam your big dick into me?”

Isabelle was panting hard now and her hips were jerking up to give Leah more of her dick. But they were small thrusts because she couldn’t get enough leverage with her hands behind her head.

“Oh god, I’m getting so close.”

Leah whispers with a whimper at the end because it wasn’t a lie. The dirty talk and hard riding was bringing her to the edge quickly. Isabelle growls and makes her first attempt at freeing her hands. Leah slams them back against the couch as fast as they move off of it.

“Oh no. You don’t get to touch yet. I want you to watch me cum all by myself all over your big cock.”

Isabelle moans and looks down between them. The sight makes her dizzy with arousal. Nothing looked hotter than her strap on thrusting inside of her girlfriend. Leah moans loudly and throws her head back, her bouncing becoming faster and faster.

“Ah! Izzy! I’m gonna- ah!’

She wasn’t screaming because she came. No, Leah screamed because Isabelle had managed to free her hands and literally throw Leah off her cock and onto her back beside her. Isabelle is quick to pull off her pants and boxers, her socks having to stay on, and move in between Leah’s legs. Leah is delirious at this point. Her cunt was throbbing almost painfully for release. Isabelle straddles Leah’s left thigh and wraps the other around her right hip. Isabelle positions the cock at Leah’s entrance and doesn’t hesitate to thrust hard into Leah’s dripping pussy. Leah screams in ecstasy and throws her head back against the cushions. The position of her thighs so close together made her pleasure double ten fold. Isabelle groans and thrusts hard and rough, her breath coming out harsh from the excursion. Leah is simply writhing in arousal and pleasure.

“Please, Izzy! Isabelle! Yes! Don’t stop fucking me- don’t fucking stop!”

Leah screams. Isabelle grunts and grips her girlfriend’s hips tightly, moving Leah’s body back to meet her wild and frantic thrusts. Leah reaches behind her head and claws for purchase at the armrest. Isabelle, intent on making Leah cum hard and fast, moves one hand from Leah’s hip and reaches around her to rub her clit hard with her thumb. Leah comes undone within a few seconds of the new stimulation and hard thrusting. Her back arches and her nails dig into the armrest. Isabelle moans at the site of her girlfriend writhing and moaning uncontrollably.

“You’re gorgeous Leah.”

Isabelle whispers as she slows down her thrusts and moves her thumb from Leah’s clit, sweat dripping down her back. Leah’s grip on the armrest goes limp and she sucks in deep breaths. Isabelle stops her thrusts and gently pulls out of Leah’s cunt, making her girlfriend whimper at the lost. Isabelle takes off the strap-on and lays down behind Leah, pulling her tightly against her body. Isabelle kisses Leah’s neck softly until Leah is back to herself. Leah turns around to face Isabelle and smiles softly.

“You are amazing Isabelle.”

Leah whispers and kisses her girlfriend lightly.

“I believe I owe you an orgasm.”

Leah whispers against Isabelle’s lips with a smile. Isabelle smiles back and Leah kisses her harder. It doesn’t take long for Leah to roll on top of Isabelle and then start to kiss down her neck, driving Isabelle absolutely insane with want.

“Leah, please don’t tease me, honey.”

Isabelle whimpers. Leah moans and moves between her legs. Leah’s strokes of her tongue are gentle at first but soon become insistent and rough. Isabelle moans and moves her hands into Leah’s hair, pulling Leah in deeper, urging her to make her cum. Leah moans and swiftly enters Isabelle with two fingers as her tongue laps hungrily at her clit. Isabelle moans loudly and her fingers press into Leah’s scalp.

“Fuck me harder baby…I’m almost there.”

Isabelle breathes out. Leah moans deeply in response and sucks her girlfriend’s clit into her mouth and adds another finger in her thrusting. Isabelle cries out and whimpers in pleasure as how stretched and filled she was.

“Yes! Leah! I’m so close- so close baby!”

Isabelle screams. Leah doubles her efforts to make her girlfriend cum and it works beautifully. Isabelle convulses in climax, her legs quivering and her eyes rolled back in her head. Leah doesn’t let up and forces another orgasm out of Isabelle, making her scream and whimper in ecstasy. Isabelle eventually has to push Leah away so she could catch her breath. Leah pulls out her fingers and kisses her thigh lightly before moving back up to kiss Isabelle. Isabelle moans quietly and runs her fingers through Leah’s soft hair. Isabelle stares into Leah’s eyes and smiles softly.

“I love you, Leah.”

Leah smiles back and kisses her so tenderly yet so intimately.

“I love you too Izzy.”

Leah whispers back. Isabelle kisses her again and wraps her arms around Leah’s neck. Leah settles herself against Isabelle’s body and they lay in a sweaty, cum soaked, exhausted mess of tangled legs and crazy sex hair.

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Chapter Two

After we lay quiet for a while, the two cocks still embedded in me….the filling of the sandwich, we staggered to the shower. It was big enough for the three of us and I could only sit on the tiles and get soaked. A soapy hand lifted my arm and flexed my fingers and were slipped into a warm cosy place.
Looking up in the spray, Joelle had pushed my fingers into her bald pussy, and with more soap, squeezed my entire hand up into her cunt. There it was, up to my wrist in her quim, and Joelle pulling it up to stuff more inside her. She bent from the waist and kissed my upturned mouth. “Oh” I sighed, as I could feel my fingers touching, through the thin membrane to her rectum, Alison’s fingers in Joelle’s bottom, moving about, bumping and sliding against mine.

When Joelle widened her feel and bent over double to kiss me, a gasp exploded into my mouth as Alison’s hand again slid in to her arse. Joelle stuffed a large tit into my open mouth and took hold of my wrist, and Alison’s, and pushed them both as far as they could reach inside her holes, slipping them a little way out and then pushing them back in again.
Joelle was fucking her cunt and arse simultaneously, enjoying our fingers opening and closing inside her depths. Her knees started give out as she started to orgasm, and she cried out when I bit into her nipple to finish her off. Open mouth and gasping for air, she tumbled down beside me licking and sucking my glistening fingers. As Alison joined us on the shower floor, Joelle, likewise, licked and sucked the juices off Alison’s hand before trying to get her whole hand into her mouth.
Dried off, and recovering, we sat close together on the sofa, completely naked, and sipped another glass of the extremely potent orange wine, looking at the photos. All gently stroking our pussies and squeezing our nipples. Occasionally we would slowly caress each other as we all got a little excited again, looking at some lewd and amazing photos we had just taken. I promised Joelle to e-mail her with copies.

“What an extraordinary afternoon that was, and how amazing is Joelle? I have never been a party to someone taking two whole fists inside them.” I said to Alison on our way home.
“And, she had such a tight pussy and bum … How on earth did she manage to do that? Unbelievable……. You want to try it?” Alison replied.
“What? I cannot even wear my butt-plug home, “but….. I do think that I am going to fuck your arse when we have recovered. OH… and as for cumming inside me, that is another first for me, and although it was pleasant, I will not, ever, be trying that with a real prick! Heheee”

Alison giggled with me and as we neared my house, she turned to me, hand stroking her naked cunt, dress wide open, tits swaying with the motion of the car.
“All that, this afternoon, has left me all tingling and glowing. After supper and more rosé wine, do you think you might have recovered enough to ‘fuck my arse’?” enquired my passenger.
My eyes narrowed as I turned to her, feeling a hand stroking up and over a stocking top onto my bare flesh, nearing my equally naked pussy. “We will have to wait and see, mmm”

Sitting on the sofa in front of a lovely log fire, Alison and I looked through the photos in excitement. The rose wine was adding to the glow as we sat close together in out short robes.
“These photos are so turning on, BUT, they are not like voyeurism, of the two of us with Joelle.” sighed Alison, taking another swig of wine, only the occasional photo….not the whole event, and not like siiting back and watching our ‘out of body’ experience that we chatted about. Nothing moving, it all seems so clinical.”
“You mean like moving pictures?…..….Would a video of it be better?” I ventured.
“God, YES, that would be much better, but…” and I interrupted Alison mid-thought.
“I have a ‘palmcorder’ which I use for viewing property. Should we try that?”
“Jenni, how brilliant of you. DO let us see if it works?” Alison excitedly implored me. ”Go get it.”

On my return, my lewd friend had lain across the sofa, robe open and was sucking her breasts. “Is this a good pose for you? Is there enough light to see me?”
I turned the camcorder on and walked up to her pointing the cam at her damp pussy.
“Let’s see what this looks like…lovely for me, but how good a picture will it be?” Alison was quite worked up and as the camera was close to her pussy, slid two fingers between her labia. I kept videoing until Alison started to get breathless, in her excitement.
“Stop for a moment darling, and let us check that all this is not wasted.”
We sat close, and reviewed the recording, on the camera’s screen.
“Shit, that is sooooo fantastic, Jenni. It is so clear and in focus. So close on my fingers and pussy. I have never seen my pussy before, and I am getting horny just looking at it. I wish that I could lick and suck it and slip my tongue into it heheee.”

“Let me do that for you, and it does look delicious on this cam. How brilliant it is. So what now? It seems to work here in the living room, but will it work in the bedroom.?”
“Well” said Alison in a matter-of-fact way, but, when we entertain Joelle next week, for supper and a sleep-over, will it work for all of us three jumping around your bedroom? “ Alison rightly reasoned.
I wondered, “Mmmmmm, I think so, no , hope so, but…BUT……..”
“BUTT” shouted Alison, “my butt, let’s try an action scene of you seducing my bottom with your awesome cock. Oh PLEASE, Jenni, I am now so horny, after seeing my pussy in close-up, I want to see your big prick buggering me. We take the bottle of wine upstairs, and as we go to bed, finish off this beautiful day with a video of my bottom being invaded?”
“Let’s go”. I surrendered to her and we walked upstairs to my bedroom, keeping the camcorder running to check how it all looked.

I left the camera running on the bedside table, as I went to climb into my strap-on, and re-fill the reservoir with ‘sperm’. Walking back into the bedroom, there was Alison with her buttocks almost devouring the cam lens, whilst lubing her bottom, and slipping two fingers into her tight rectum.
Before picking up the ‘palmcorder’ I checked the screen, and there was Alison’s anus in big close-up being shafted by her two fingers.
“Don’t move” I told her, as I took the camera and stood at the edge of my bed. The camera was pointing down at the large prick standing proud from my groin, and caught on clos-up, Alison’s fingers wrapping around it, stroking it, and then pulled in into her smiling mouth.

“Beautiful” I sighed as I watched her head bobbing up and down on my prick. “I want it in my bottom Jenni. I filmed her, hand still holding onto the phallus, as she scooted around to present her lovely open buttocks. Pulling the cock closer, and closer to her sphincter, she placed it at her rosebud, and whispered “You can see this?”
“You bet your sweet ass I can, everything in gorgeous close-up”. Alison pushed back on my cock and I watched the very tip begining to widen her ring, and as I gently pushed forward, I felt the head slip past her sphincter, and up to halfway inside her, watching her hole close tightly around it, as half of my 10 inches disappeared smoothly into her arse.
“OHHHHHH hold it there for a moment darling Jenni, until I catch my breath, gently. This is the first time to have anything so big ‘back there’.”

After a moment of stillness, as I zoomed in and out between her bum, Alison’s bottom began to slide back and forward on the lubed phallus, with each push back, her anus received more and more of the ten inches, until, with a grunt, she felt my thighs bumping against hers. “Oh god, is it all in, I am filled, but it is so delicious, Jenni. Start slowly and then fuck my arse, PLEEEEASE.
I was video-ing all this in glorious close-up, and told Alison that I was going to put the camera on the bedside table, to watch us slightly wider.
I positioned the camera, so that all of Alison could be seen, bum up in the air, head on my pillows, and my buttocks encased by the straps of my cock, and could see, the large phallus between her bum cheeks.
“

OK” I said to her, “No camera shake as I fuck you, but just to see the whole picture, relax, and go with the flow, darling Al.”
I re-started the camera and slowly pulled out of Alison’s bum , fascinated by watching her tight ring contract as the phallus pulled out. “Here we go, hon” and made sure that one of my fingers, then a second could be seen, slipping fully inside her rectum, finger-fucking her to widen her hole. Withdrawing my fingers, they wrapped around my hard cock and presented the tip at her tight rosebud entrance. Pushing forward, with Alison pushing back, the 10 inch dick slowly disappeared to its hilt…..my tummy pushing against her bum.
It was so erotic to watch my cock disappear, and to know that we were on video, I started to fuck her. Slowly at first, fascinated at how her bum-hole was stretching and closing around the hard prick buggering her.

Faster and faster, as I stretched forward to grasp her swaying tits, pulling on them and squeezing hard, her very hard nipples.
Alison let out a gasp as my crutch banged against her buttocks, and as my fingers molested her her firm boobs and nipples. “Whoosh, I am close Jenni. Try and cum with me?” The end of the phallus inside me was working its magic, as I leant back to hold her hips, and furiously plunge into her. “Oh, God, Al. This is so fucking dirty, and wonderful. I want to cum with you.”
“Doooooo it, NOWWWWWWW” she shouted out and began to buck and shake….grinding her bum against my crotch, and as I started to have the first wave of the orgasm, began to pump the ‘semen’ fluid deep into her entrails.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh FUCK” she cried out as her bum rose up higher to meet my orgasmic thrusts. “Oh God, God, God” she moaned, face buried in the pillows as her orgasm started to subside. I slowly lowered myself onto her, my boobs squashing against her back, and my hands around her, holding her tender tits.
We lay there, catching our breaths, and my lips caressing the back of her neck. “No, please leave it there, inside me. I want to feel it, still hard and all the ‘cum’ filling me poor rectum. We moved to lie on our sides, with my dick still inside, and we dozed in that post-orgasmic ‘spoon’ position. Sated, and exhausted.

Next morning, I awoke alone but with the delicious smell of fresh bread and coffee.
I wandered downstairs to find Alison, dressed like me, in a shirt, finishing laying out the breakfast things on the terrace. “Just go and sit down and I will serve my ladyship. The warm sun, croissants and coffee is the best thing to wake-up to, and with the rare occasion of company.
We chatted and giggled away about the day before, and all the naughty events, including Alison’s first experience of anal sex. “How is your bottom today, hon. Not too sore this morning?”
“A little bit, but, having watched the video we took, I am a bit randy, and damp, so I just had to try out your butt-plug, which is larger than the one I wore to St. Tropez. MMMMM it is lovely in there, and I have been fingering my pussy, because I am tingling. Heheee”

“You, madam, are becoming a little anal whore. Whatever will husband say?”
“Oh, Jim never goes near my bum so no worries there. But, talking of bums, we have to discuss our plans for Joelle’s visit. AND, I think you should be setting up a rendez-vous with Eva. I am certain, she will be very exciting to be with, because now we know that Joelle has had her hands on your little student waitress.”
I mused and replied “Hands IN her more like. Yes, could be bery interesting, and, very lovely. But, are we ready to take another trip down to the coast so soon?”
“Well, not today, as I have other plans for us” and with that, pushed her seat from the table and opened her knees. I looked down and saw a large erect cock, sticking up into the morning sunshine, which Alison had kept hidden under her shirt.
“Nice” I giggled “and exactly what are you thinking of doing with your rock-hard erection?”
“Well, it looks so magnificent in the fresh air, that I would like to hide it somewhere interesting, somewhere in the garden.” Alison replied, as she stood up and threw off her shirt. “Come on, shirt off and FOLLOW ME.”

We sucked and fucked our way around the small garden, even with Alison humping me from behind as we leant on the garden wall, waving to the postman and my neighbours.
In the pool, on the sun-loungers, and on the table on the terrace, we tried out every aspect of sapphic love, and even managed to make another porno tape, as we changed positions and strap-on. We even got so drunk on the power of lust, that we urinated on each other, and drank each other’s glorious pee. We felt dirty, depraved and insatiable and loved every second of it.

By chance, we were taking a well-earned break, and thinking of lunch, as a voice called out. We managed to throw on our shirts, when Jim walked around the end of the house. He had arrived back from St. Nazaire, three days early, announcing that he had been given a two year contract to help build and fit out luxury yachts. He had accepted and told the rather shocked Alison and me, that therefore they would be moving over there, as soon as possible.
The company had found a terrific villa to live in, and Jim also told us that he had spoken to the agent for their house in the village, and it was now for sale.
“We better go and start to pack and make arrangements for the move.” Jim said to Alison, and as she paused to turn to me, with tears in her eyes, Jim took hold of her arm, and commanded “Come on Alison, lots to do, no time like the present.”
“And no time in the future. Goodbye Alison” I sadly whispered to myself, rushing upstairs to throw myself on the bed and burst into tears.

Alison and Jim left just two days later, and although we try to be naughty on skype, we know that our glorious few days together, will never happen again.
The morning after, again feeling desperately on my own, the telephone rang. It was Eva’s voice. ”Hello, Jenni. I hope you don’t mind that I got your telephone number from Joelle?
I am not disturbing you am I?”
“Eva, how lovely you rang.” Disturb me?, I thought, I very much hope you do, darling!

The End.

Thanks to everyone who has enjoyed reading my little adventures. I would adore to receive messages and comments, to indicate to me whether I should continue with more episodes of life here. JENNI xxx

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Ross continues his family domination

Again I did not write any of this story, I just enjoyed it and thought to share it with the rest of you. Hope you enjoy. Throughout the many chapters (20+) there will be a little bit of just about everything so stay tuned and read the themes if you like or don’t like it.

There Can Be Only One Chapter 3

When I got to my room I jumped on the bed, the girls right behind me.

“I can’t believe you made mum suck your cock” Cathy squealed.

I pulled Vicky to me and kissed her hard on the lips, my tongue pushing its way between them only to find her tongue eager to play with mine. I felt a hand gingerly touch my now flaccid cock which I knew would not respond having cum for the third time in as many hours, but what the hell, the hand felt good and even better when it snaked its way under my shorts, and with Vicky soft lips on mine I was not going to stop.

“Hey quit it you two, I am not gonna be a gooseberry here.”

I broke off the kiss and was somewhat surprised when I realised that it was Cathy’s hand inside my shorts gently toying with it.

“Wasting ya time there sis, going to be an hour I recon before its ready to come out to play”

Cathy gave it a teasing squeeze and took her hand out.

I sat up against the pillows as the girls kind of squatted in front of me. We all burst into laughter at what we had just done.

“Think mum will tell dad, if she does we are so dead, ” Cathy started to get a little serious.

“Nah, don’t think so, she may have been tempted to tell except it was her that took of her panties and dropped to her knees to suck me off, she could have just told us to go to our room straight away.”

“Yes, s’pose so, but still, ”

“Well before dad comes home tonight we will have to get some insurance”

“Like what”

“I don’t know, but we will” knowing that I would think of something before dad gets back from his golf.

I leaned over and placed my hand on Vicky’s right breast and gave it a squeeze.

Vicky drew back from my grasp slightly, more in surprise than refusal, because as soon as she realised I was touching her tit she bent into my grasp. I moulded it in my hands.

“She likes them to be hurt” Cathy piped in as she turned her body slightly grabbing Vicky’s left nipple between her fingers and thumb and giving it a nasty twist and pull before letting go.

“Oww, I do not Cathy Gorman, its you that like to hurt them”

I looked at them both, “You two lezzies?”

Nooo they both responded in unison, before Cathy continued.

“Last night was the first time for us to do anything like that.”

“Like what”

“You know, ” they both turned scarlet.

“I don’t, tell me”

There was the usual banter between the two girls as to whether they should tell me, and who should do the telling before Cathy said ok she would. To cut a long story short and a lot of don’t tell him that, etc. I found out that whilst Cathy was brushing Vicky’s hair she thought that the brush handle was rather phallic and before long thrust it into Vicky’s mouth. From there a little horseplay and pillow fighting until Cathy had the better of Vicky and made her strip naked and masturbate in front of her whilst Cathy played with Vicky’s tits.

“Did you go down on each other?”

Vicky immediately replied with a Ewwwww

Cathy didn’t say anything but I noticed her cheeks flush.

“You want to taste Vicky don’t you?”

“No”

“You want her to go down on you then”

Cathy Blushed even more but remained silent

“Cathieee, you don’t mean you want me to do that, only lezzies do that and we are not lezzies”

“No they don’t, lots of girls do girls and that doesn’t make them lesbian”

I sat back and listened to them

“You mean you want to do that?”

“Might”

“Well I don’t”

“You ate my carrot stick with my cunt juice on it”

“It tasted disgusting and I had to because your mum came in”

I was enjoying this.

“Oh yeah, and what about when you took my fingers into your mouth, you couldn’t say you didn’t enjoy that because you certainly cleaned every drop of cunt juice from them”

Vicky blushed, ”That’s because you made me”

“Did not, you took them”

I could see something developing here so I decided to butt in.

“Cathy lose your skirt”

“What”

“You heard me.”

“It’s Vicky that is your slut, get her to take hers off”

Vicky did not say anything, which was rather surprising.

“There can be only one, now take it off”

Cathy glared at me but rose to take of her skirt and dropped it on the floor.

I shifted across the bed and told Cathy to lie next to me. She looked as though she may refuse and walk out but started to get into position. “Don’t think you are going to pop this cherry cause you aren’t”

I smiled “we will see”

Once Cathy was laying down on her back, propped up on her elbows she glared “Now what”

My smile did not disappear as I softly spoke. “Well as in all things animal there is a pecking order. I am at the top. At the moment in this house I would say mum is at the bottom. Now I wonder where in that order are you and Vicky”

Cathy’s mouth started to turn into a big grin whilst at the same time Vicky’s head dropped.

I turned onto my side facing Cathy as I saw her left hand reach out and take Vicky’s hair and pull it not to gently towards Cathy’s ever widening legs.

“Lick my cunt slut and make sure my little clit gets plenty of tongue action.”

My hand automatically went into my shorts to stroke my hardening cock, surely not 4 in 4, but I defy any 15yo to watch his sister and her best friend get it on and not get a boner.

Cathy must have been like me, a first time oral experience, for within a minute she started to groan louder as she ground her sopping cunt into Vicky’s face. I knew that she was about to cum. I stopped whacking off to place my hand over Cathy’s mouth as she was making so much noise. It must have taken just as long for Cathy to come down from her plateau as it did to get there.

Vicky for her part was now kneeling upright between Cathy’s spread legs, her face plastered in pussy cum.

I jumped up and told them not to move. Grabbing my mobile phone I took a pic of them like that.

“Well, here’s my insurance now all we need is one of mum”

I walked over to Vicky and kissed her on the lips tasting my sister’s pussy cum.

Vicky responded and threw herself into the kiss, I knew I had her now for anything I wanted to do. I broke off the kiss.

“Nice tasting cunt you have there sis, going to have to taste that for my self.”

“Maybe , ” Cathy smiled back at me.

“So tell me sis, when spying on my computer what sites have you seen that I visit.”

“Just about them all”

Vicky shouted “Show me, I haven’t ever seen any porn on the internet, Mum has it locked so we can’t get to anything adult”

Cathy jumped up and sat at the computer with Vicky standing right behind her looking over her shoulder

“I like the ones that involve domination and submission the best”

I smiled as I lay back on the bed listening to Vicky gasp and say wow every few seconds and are you going to make me do that, what about that, tie me up like that, to which Cathy’s reply would be always in the affirmative.

I needed a piss.

“Be right back”

The girls ignored me as they were lost in a world of their own.

I walked across the landing to the bathroom. I didn’t bother closing the door as I sprung my semi hard cock out of my shorts. Lifting the seat I let out a stream of hot piss making a loud splash as it hit the water in the bowl. Just then mum walked from her bedroom and in front of the bathroom door.

“Ross, shut the door for goodness sake that’s private, and you don’t want the girls to see”

I laughed “As if they haven’t seen my cock already”

The flow began to slow down to a trickle. Mum was still at the door her eyes glued to my cock.

“Want to shake it for me mum?”

“Don’t be so disgusting Ross” she turned to walk away.

“Wait mum there is something I want to ask”

“What is it, hurry up I am expecting Claire, I mean Mrs Noakes any second”

I shook my cock and flushed, adjusting my cock so it sat comfortably in my shorts. I walked up to mum and stood about 2 feet away.

“You wearing panties?”

“Ross stop that, I am going to tell your dad if you don’t stop.”

“What tell him how you took your panties off, and in front of your darling daughter and her best friend took your son’s cock into your mouth and sucked him dry, is that what you are going to tell him?”

Mums face grew ashen.

“Well are you wearing panties”

She hesitated before answering that she was.

Just then the door bell rang

That’s Mrs Noakes, I have to go, ”

I grabbed her by the arm, ”Not until you take them off”

“I can’t now don’t be silly, we can discuss this later”

The door bell rang again.

“Take them off”

“I have to go, Mrs. Noakes will be waiting”

“Cathy, come her please” I shouted

My bedroom door opened and out stood Cathy in just her T-shirt

Mum shouted “Cathy” when she saw her 14yo daughter naked from the waist down unashamedly showing her vagina to all, ”Ohh my god, you two haven’t been, .”

“No we haven’t mother and if we were it is nothing to do with you.” Chided Cathy

“Go and answer the door and let Mrs Noakes in will you Cathy”

“Nooo…she can’t go like that she is half naked.”

“Take your panties off and you can go and Cathy doesn’t have to.”

Mum let out a big sigh before reaching under her skirt and pulled her panties of and held them out to me.

“There is that what you want, am I humiliated enough?”

I took them in my hand and once again held them to my face. “Nice and warm but not quite so wet this time.”

The door bell rang and mum scampered of shouting be right there. Cathy and I laughed silently to ourselves. I turned to go back into the bedroom.

“I need a pee” Cathy moved around me to get to the bathroom, and started to close the door. I placed my foot to prevent her from doing so.

“Ross?”

“Leave it open I want to watch”

“That’s disgusting, I am not into watersports”

“Now I didn’t say I was, I am just curious, I want to see how a woman pisses”

She was about to say get lost when I opened my mouth to speak but she beat me to it, ”I know, there can be only one”

She turned and sat down. I moved closer and stood just in front of her.

“Open your knees wider I can’t see”

She did as she was told but nothing happened.

“I can’t pee while you are watching”

“Well I am not moving until you do”

After a few seconds a small spurt of piss came out then stopped. Followed by another spurt and then it started to flow freely. My hand automatically moved towards Cathy’s cunt until it touched the warm piss.

“Rosssss”

I looked up to her eyes briefly but then straight back to my piss coated hand. The flow started to ebb until it stopped

“You are disgusting” as she reached for some toilet tissue.

I just smiled and took the tissue from her hand. Her legs spread wider and she let out a small moan. My cock twitched. The first time I touched my sister’s cunt and it was to wipe piss from it. I dropped the soiled tissue into the bowl as she rose and flushed.

“Wash your hands pervert” she laughed and made her way back into my bedroom.

That’s exactly what I did and went back into my room.

Part 4 To Come Soon

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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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