Author: admin

This is somewhat of a follow up to my previous story. My first truly lesbian scene.

This had been a good year for me. I was getting more respect around the school as a new teacher, my students had one of the highest standardized test passing rates in the state, and to top it off, I’d managed to get a student to knock me up and had my baby without anyone knowing that something strange was afoot.
The school year had ended. Teachers had finished grades and I was packing up my room for the next year when there was a knock in the direction of my open door. I turned and saw Tia Malik, a recently graduated student and girlfriend of my baby daddy, Kevin Freeland. Tia had lost some weight since the beginning of the school year and had developed from a somewhat plain girl with future lower back problems to a full-blown exotic bombshell… with future lower back problems.
“Hi Tia, I didn’t expect you would be eager to-”
“I know you slept with Kevin.” I was taken aback, and stood slack jawed for some moments without words. “And I know he’s the one who got you pregnant.” She took steps forward approaching me, her curvy hips swaying side to side and her deep cleavage lightly jiggling. One woman to another, she really was a sexy little minx. I decided to fess up.
“Okay fine, I did and he did. What do you want from me?”
“A taste,” she replied instantly, so close to me now I could feel her breath. “Kevin told me everything, including that you had him seeing stars. I swing both ways you know. I just want to see how well you do with the distaff side.” At that she smiled mischievously.
“And if I refuse.” Tia rolled her eyes; she had all the cards her and she knew it.
“I’m sure the Superintendent would love to hear about that time you statutorily raped a student, Kevin was 17 at the time wasn’t he? And kept his baby. And your husband would too, I’m guessing.” I thought for a moment. Tia had me on the ropes, I had no choice.
“Alright then, come to my house tomorrow at two o’clock. I’ll be waiting, My husband doesn’t get home until later.” I gave her my address and she grinned even wider.
“Until then Mrs. Shurgur,” she said, walking out the door with classic seductress stride.
“Call me Amy,” I yelled back as the left. If I was going to be fucking her I’d rather we at least be on a first name basis.
Between the baby and the imminent event of me having a lesbian encounter with a stunning former student, I was tossing and turning all night. I eventually concluded that if I was going to have go bi for an afternoon, she was the person to do it with. I finally fell asleep to visions of dark skinned beauties dancing in harem garb. Tom didn’t even notice, I love him but he can be a little dense sometimes.
At about 1:30 I took the baby to a sitter, muttering some ridiculous excuse why, and prepared myself, I put on a lacy thong and bra that barely contained my tits engorged with milk. I’d gotten back in shape fairly quickly after the birth two months ago, and you could hardly tell that I’d ever been pregnant, unless you knew my usual cup size, of course.
At 2:00 exactly the doorbell rang and I opened it immediately. In walked Tia with her long raven hair and waspish waist. The gold, shimmery, sundress she had on seemed to flow over her like water cascading down rocks. Her black boots came to the knee and I her dark nipples shown clearly under the light material of her dress, her tits hanging free under her clothing. I don’t know how she tolerated it, I could barely deal with my own larger boobs with the most ugly, supportive bra I had. She looked around the spacious entry way.
“Hello Amy. Nice place, your husband a CEO or something?”
“Or something,” I replied and wordlessly led the way up the stairs into the master bedroom. Tia wasted no time disrobing completely and confirming my suspicions. She was even more gorgeous naked than clothed. The beautiful woman in front of me helped my out of my tank top and shorts, then my underwear, giving me shamelessly dirty compliments as she did so, I uneasily returned the favor. Her hands were warm and gentle, her skin soft. She gently lowered me back onto the bed, and crawled over me, straddling my hips with her creamy thighs, her slit on my shaved mound, warm and wet.
“I’m going to be gentle, just tell me if you want me to do something.” She smiled. It was a different smile than before, loving and tender instead of cold and cunning. She placed her hands on my swollen breasts and massaged them softly. Slowly, Tia lowered herself down onto me and kissed me. Gently at first, then with more intensity, snaking her tongue into my mouth and probing around.
Compared to Tom, Tia was so soft. Her small waist, her thighs, her seemingly endless breasts, nothing but supple skin and gorgeous flesh. Her hands were small and soft where Tom’s were big and rough. My husband pawed at my tits in wild passion, Tia caressed and massaged them, playfully tweaking my stiff nipples and twirling her fingers around my aureoles. I felt so relaxed and in sexual bliss. Tom brought me to violent and sudden climaxes. Tia made me want to sink into bed and float away in ecstasy. Any lasting jitters over the nature of the relationship had melted away when Tia’s tongue worked it’s way into my mouth. I was in heaven.
Tia withdrew from my mouth and looked into my eyes, her mammoth tits resting on her hands, which were still on my smaller breasts.
“I want to drink your milk and suck you dry,” she said deeply. I didn’t even have to think.
“Oh god yes, please do.” She took first my left tit in her hand and squeezed it a couple times, then brought my stiff nipple to her mouth. She sucked gently, and I gasped as I felt a few small drops of milk flow out of my tit, I’d nursed the baby a hundred times before, but this felt erotic and sensual. I erupted in goosebumps. “It’s sweet.” Tia said. “And delicious.” She squeezed and sucked harder this time and more of my milk flowed into her warm mouth. I cooed with delight. She then switched to my right tit and sucked sweet milk out of that one. Tia soon developed a rhythm, left then right, a hand on each and no more than a few seconds at either nipple. I lay there and enjoyed her erotic milking, my pussy juice flowing and my pleasure gradually increasing.
I wanted to do something for her, since she was the one doing all the work. I reached my hand to my bedside table and pulled my purple ribbed dildo out of the drawer. Using my hands I positioned Tia’s hips up and her legs into a kneeling position. I first ran my fingers along the outside of her warm, soaked pussy stopping to prod her clit when I reached it. Tia, nipple in her mouth, gave a muffled moan. I picked up the dildo and worked my hand between her thighs and inserted the head between her lips, she moaned again. I slid the smooth plastic into her completely and began to work it in and out of her slippery pussy.
Soon Tia’s pleasure became enough that she had to pause as she moved between breasts to tilt her head to the ceiling and groan loudly. I was almost doing the same, as Tia’s fervent working of my tits had given me constantly ramping waves of joy breaking over me with each deep full from my hard nipple. I used my other hand to finger my own sopping wet cunt. As I climbed higher and higher, my thrusting of the dildo into Tia became faster and harder and Tia in turn sucked deeper and squeezed tighter in one ever increasing cycle.
I broke first, my orgasm hittinng me with a strength no other had in my sexual career. Milk gushed freely from both my tits and juice flowed into my convulsing pussy as I arched my back and screamed Tia’s name. Tia had her own orgasm almost simultaneously. Dildo deep in her cunt, She planted her small hands on my gushing tits and threw her head back, sitting almost straight up and crying out in a language I didn’t recognize. Her own tits bounced wildly as she came and her hot pussy juices dripped onto my stomach as my milk flowed onto her hands.
She collapsed on top of me, completely spent, and I threw my arms and legs around her, removing the dildo and tossing it aside somewhere in the progression. We rolled on the bed in this embrace, panting, before coming to rest in the middle. Staring into each other’s eyes on our sides, limbs entangled in a hot, sticky, beautiful mess.
“That was amazing,” I said when I regained my breath. “You made me feel things I didn’t think I could feel.”
“No I didn’t,” She said with that warm, tender, smile. “You did it all to yourself.”
“But you helped me get there.” She laughed lightly, like sunshine.
“Maybe I did, but I came all because of you, and it was transcendent.” Neither of us said anything, trying to soak in the afterglow. After a few minutes, we took to talking. It appeared Tia had developed a personality in the time she was also developing her amazing body. She was funny, thoughtful, and intelligent. I had no idea what she was still doing with that dummy Kevin Freeland when she could have any partner she wanted. I asked her.
“Haha,” she laughed at first. “You’re telling me he didn’t have one of the best cocks you’d ever seen and rippling muscles?” This was true. “We just keep each other around to fuck each other crazy. I sleep with whoever I feel like, as does he. Boys, girls, whatever, but I usually look for men with brains. You have no how many virginities I’ve taken from charming nerds with a blow job and some missionary up at Tabor Point. Most of ‘em can’t keep it up for more than a minute, so they blow their load in me or on me and I fake it. I’ve turned a few into outright studs that way too, practice makes perfect.”
She sighed and trailed off, then started again. “I love the feel of their semen all over me, it makes me feel like some feminine goddess, fucking men and taking their seed wherever I want it.” Tia closed her eyes and bit her lip, fondling her own huge tit as I imagined boys shooting a wad onto her heaving cleavage, white on brown, as it dripped down her cleft and she rubbed it into her skin, sighing. Or boys in the backseat of a car with their heads buried in her tits, helplessly blowing their load into her velvet folds as she moans and feels it seeping inside her. My imagination got my juices flowing again, but I let Tia return to Earth. “I take the pill religiously and I’ve never even had a scare. I’ve been sleeping around like this for three years, but I didn’t stop thinking of myself as a slut until recently. I came to terms with my sexuality, lost about 15 pounds, and never looked back.” As she finished her story she smiled, then began to disentangle herself from me.
I must have looked disappointed, because she felt the need to reassure me.
“Oh don’t worry, I’ll give you one more orgasm before I go. Now where was that dildo…” She found it and brought it up to her face, licking it. “Damn, all of you tastes good.” She eased it into my slit, twisting it and slowly bringing it in and out again. Then she withdrew it all the way. “How do you feel about anal?” she asked.
“I don’t know. I’ve never tried it,” I said honestly.
“Oh you’re in for a treat.” Tia gently prodded my other hole with the dildo. Still slick with my juice, it slid in easily but slowly, I felt some pain but more pleasure. I loved this, I would have to ask Tom to put it there sometime. When the dildo was all the way in. Tia put her mouth to my pussy and ate me out like no one had ever done before. Her rough tongue stroking my clit was pure sexual ecstasy, and I came in no time, the rod in my ass adding another dimension to a stellar orgasm of gushing and moaning. When I was done, Tia pulled out my toy and threw it to the floor. She crawled up next to me and kissed me once more on the lips. I could taste my sweet juice on her lips.
“We’ll do this again sometime,” she said, and waltzed out the door with her clothes in her hands. I just layed on the bed in bliss, sinking into a deep sleep.

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Angie, one of Sarah’s lady friends was visiting us for afternoon coffee. “I turn forty soon, I have asked my man if he could organize something exciting, something special for me for my birthday. He is clueless, too busy working.”

“Are you alluding to something sexually exciting?”

“Yes, compared to some of your experiences Sarah I am sexually naive. Any suggestions Sarah and Roger.”

“Have you ever had two men, two boys, two women, or two girls for your sexual pleasure?”

“I am embarrassed to say no to all of those options, not even one man, boy, woman or girl.”

“In our experience most woman at forty are sexually ripe, and at or nearing their most fuckable stage of life. You are most attractive woman,” I cut in.

“Would you like to try at least one of those options?,” Sarah asked.

“Perhaps we could help. If you had a choice, two hung men, two hung boys, two bisex women, or two bisex girls for your sexual pleasure, what would be your first preference? Just imagine you were naked, craving sexual pleasure, frustrated and embarrassed by years of dull monogamy, fastened to a chair anticipating exciting new levels of sexual pleasure for your landmark fortieth birthday. Right at that moment what would you like to happen next?”

Angie was hanging on to Sarah’s very word as she continued, “Let me guess, would you like to two handsome, hung boys to appear, fifteen years younger than you, with toned, fit bodies. As soon as they set eyes your naked body, they both have impressive erections.

“Before we fuck you, is there anything else we can do for your sexual pleasure they ask. Perhaps some cunnilingus from me while my mate licks and sucks your nipples. Is your man going to watch?

“You are embarrassed at your lack of previous experience so you just say yes, yes as your man appears and takes a seat so he can watch.

“Would you like us set up those two boys for you Angie? You appear to be excited and receptive to the idea?

“Would you like to see the room we reserve for or sexual encounters?”

“Wow, lots of mirrors and some strange furniture, awesome.” Angie whispered. wide eyed as she took in her surrounds.

“Try that chair facing the mirror and see if it is comfortable for you Angie. It can be very exciting sitting in that chair, looking at your naked body in the mirror while a naked male of female gives you cunnilingus, a wonderful tongue fuck, while someone of the opposite sex to them is licking you nipples. Even more exciting if a third person is standing and kissing you with the tip of their tongue.

“Would you like Roger to undress you and strap you into the chair before I tongue fuck you while he licks and sucks your nipples. It should be very exciting for you watching in the mirror.”

“We have seduced a number of women and men for our sexual pleasure, never quite like that Angie,” I told her with a huge smile as Sarah and I admired her naked body. After I had fastened her to the chair Sarah and I tongue kissed with the tips of our tongues as we slowly undressed each other.

Always sexual exhibitionists, both of us, Sarah stood with her hands on the mirror for support as I licked and kissed her magnificent ass cheeks, then turned around so I could lick and suck her cunt lips.

“Your man is huge Sarah, much bigger than my man,” Angie whispered as she watched Sarah tease my boner with her tongue and lips.

“Are you happy to be strapped in the chair while I tongue fuck you while he licks and sucks your nipples. It should be very exciting for you watching in the mirror,” Sarah teased as I rubbed the tip of my erection over her already engorged nipples.

“So good, so fucking good Sarah, I have waited almost twenty-years for a three-way. “Now your cock Roger, I want to suck it while Sarah is tongue fucking me. So big, I love it,” she moaned as I slid my erection between her lips in a fucking motion.

“I have never showered with another woman before. That was so good Sarah, my sex life is starting to catch up with my long overdue wish list,” Angie told Sarah as they showered together an hour later.

“You are huge, and so thick, much bigger than my man, I have never showered with another man before, I like it,” Angie told us we kissed her in turn.

“Would you like me to tell you what Roger organized for my fortieth?.” Sarah asked Angie as she watched me tongue fucking her while she whispered advice, very pleased at the opportunity to tell her. “We shared two studs, fifteen years younger than us. One of them tongue fucked me to orgasm, twice, while I watched the other one lick and suck Roger’s nipples, something he loves, a guaranteed turn on for him, before he gave Roger a long, slow blow job. He was still blowing Roger as I gave his mate a blow job. So exciting watching your lover giving and receiving. Because it was a milestone birthday we had two young, bi-sex girls in their mid-twenties two days later.

A few weeks later Angie’s birthday had rolled around. Just as we promised and just as Angie requested we have organized two boys for her sexual pleasure.

Sarah commenced organizing two weeks previously. Her first step was to organise two hung boys, male escorts, both twenty-five years old. She showed me some pics, good looking, blond, androgynous clones, naked, toned bodies and impressive, thick cocks. A second lot of pics showed them with erections. “About your size, though even thicker,” she told me in an agitated voice.

The second step was to alert Angie’s man to our plans and his wife’s request. Sarah arranged a meeting with him at his workplace. She told him, “Your wife turns forty soon, she asked my man and I if we could organise something exciting, something special for her birthday.”

“She has been hinting at something special for her birthday with me for months. Are you alluding to something sexually exciting? What do you have in mind?”

The honeymoon suite of the Hyatt, my man and I, and two hung boys, male escorts, both twenty-five years old. Sarah told him and showed him the pics of the boys. “You have my full attention, two good looking, blond boys, how much will it cost me?,” he asked Sarah as he ogled the second lot of pics showing the boys with erections. “That’s a lot of money, how much do the boy’s want? That’s four times the hotel cost, fine by me. Reserve the boy with the tat on his ass for me. One last question, is your man as big as him?”

“Who would have thought, Angie’s man likes boys,” Sarah told me when she arrived home. “You know they are both very tempting for me don’t you? I almost forgot to tell you, he asked one last question, is your man as big as him?”

Before the boys arrived we teased Angie, “Two hung boys, mid-twenties, for your birthday present, you will be naked, craving sexual pleasure, frustrated and embarrassed by years of dull monogamy, fastened to a chair anticipating exciting new levels of sexual pleasure for your landmark fortieth birthday,” Sarah told her as Roger tied her into the lavish hotel chair. “Because this is a landmark birthday for you we are going to join in, four people to provide new levels of sexual pleasure for you.”

Always sexual exhibitionists, both of us, we enjoyed Angie watching on while we teased each other with the tips of our tongues and fingers as we undressed each other. We had both agreed we wanted to be sexually aroused and almost naked when the boys arrived and check our their reaction to our bodies.

Always sexual exhibitionists, both of us, we wanted to flaunt our almost naked bodies for the boys. Sarah was naked apart from heels and a tiny, crotchless, high waisted black thong to accentuate her magnificent, big ass and beautifully trimmed pubic hair, so erotic the way she prefers it. A had a tiny, male, crotchless, high waisted black thong to accentuate my very erect, thick, nine-inch erection.

When the two boys appeared, fifteen years younger than Angie, with toned, fit bodies, as soon as they set eyes on Angies naked body, they both had impressive erections. They both made a show of sliding gold cock rings to the base of their erections for all of us.

“Before we fuck you Angie, is there anything else we can do for your sexual pleasure?” they asked. “Perhaps some cunnilingus, a tongue fuck for foreplay. from me while my mate licks and sucks your nipples. Is your man going to watch?”

“Yes I am,” he replied in a loud voice as he entered the room and sat on the spare chair dressed in casual clothes. We had been uncertain what Angie’s reaction would be when her man appeared, though we found out later he had told her he had reserved the boy with the tat on his ass for himself.

Incredibly erotic for both of us watching the boy with the tat on his ass sliding the tip of his erection over Angie’s erect nipples while her man watched and waited to have him.

The boy with a tat on his ass was standing, hands on hips, flaunting his roaring erection for Angie’s husband, teasing him and us. The moment his mate slowly slid his erection into Angie, was a cue for her husband to grasp the tat on the other boys ass, his balls with the other hand and commence sucking his cock.

Simultaneously Sarah tongue kissed Angie. “Happy birthday, I am envious, very envious, of those two boys.”

Almost as an afterthought when Angie and her husband had finished with the two boys, while we watched while flaunting our naked bodies for them, Sarah was intent on demonstrating her sexual prowess for the two boys and Angie’s husband.

She had me leaning against a wall close to Angie’s husband who was still on his chair, so close he could put his hand on my ass. She was the center of attention as she teased my erection with her fingertips before she gave me a tremendous blow job.

A week later Sarah has invited the two boys and Angie to visit us on the Sunday afternoon. She has a penchant for talented, bi-sex boys, “I want the boy with the tat on his ass to tongue fuck me while I give the other boy a blow job. What would you like Angie to do for you, or you do for Angie while you watch?”

Five minutes after the boys arrived we were all naked. Sarah had her hands on her head, legs spread as I tongue kissed her, the only contact our tongue tips, while the boy with a tat on his ass was licking and kissing her ass cheeks. “Before you tongue fuck me, I want you to worship my big ass,” she had told him while the other boy and Angie watched.

“Watching that is so erotic,” Angie whispered as she watched the other boy teasing his erection as he watched his mate licking and kissing Sarah’s ass cheeks.

“That is even more erotic,” Angie told us as Sarah turned around and I kissed the top of her back while the boy was preparing to tongue fuck her, just as she had wanted, by kissing her stomach just above her pubes. She moved to our sex chair in front of a wall length mirror, so the boy could continue tongue fucking her while she gave the other boy a blow job.

“Tongue fuck me while I watch Sarah with the two boys. Those two boys are even thicker than you, I love it, three hung men,” Angie told me as the two boys were stealing glances at us.

“Are you comfortable watching your lady? Does it turn you on? Are you jealous? Would you like a blow job while you watch your lady with two hung boys?”

“Yes to all four questions.”

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This is Tina’s experiences in the new special prison for women. It is best to read the earlier parts in order.

Any contructive feed back is welcome!

Day 5:

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Tina woke up, her mouth was full, but not with Maria’s breast and nipple this time. It was her tongue in there. Slowly swirling around, lapping at Tina’s own. Tentatively, as she was coming back to the waking world she started to reciprocate and soon their morning was a full on french kissing extravaganza!

“How are you feeling my love?” Maria whispered after their extended kiss.

“I’m.. oh shit!” Tina started… she felt that she needed to go, NOW!

Not remembering that she was wearing diapers she pulled her hands down to her groin, in an attempt to stop herself. But it came anyway. An uncompromising stream gushing out from her opening! Tina’s cheeks went red and she felt ashamed, still not really grasping the fact that she was wearing a large diaper around her waist. The warmth of her fluids enveloped all of her nethers as it spread into her big, soft diaper.

“Oh cutie! Just let it go,” Maria cooed and brought her in for a tight embrace. Whilst still squirting pee into her nappy she was enveloped by Maria’s arms and pressed into her warm bosom! It felt so strange and intoxicating, to be wetting herself uncontrollably whilst having this wonderful and sexy woman holding her firmly in her arms! Tina rejoiced inside as she was comforted by her voluptuous cell mate. Their embrace was silent, only the stream of liquid filling Tina’s diaper could be heard from under the covers.

Maria’s boobs had been filling up during the night and she told Tina to get to work on them.

Tina was not late to obey. Maria was wanting to have a sleep in, so Tina laid herself on top of Maria instead and grabbed one of her breasts. Maria was moaning sleepily as Tina methodically sucked and slurped as much as she could from her huge breasts.

As she was about to change to the other one, the cell door opened!

Still sucking on Maria’s breast, Tina looked over and saw…

It was a sight that made her heart leap! In through the cell door walks the sexy and full curves of Lucia! Her enormous boobs leading the way, her hips swaying and those thick, luscious thighs slightly parted to give the diaper between her legs room.

Tina forgot herself and quickly let go of the tit and jumped out of bed.

Jumped is maybe not the word. Tina intended to jump. But the well filled heavy diaper between her young thighs had other plans.

She got one leg out of the bed but as she was about to pull the other one out gravity played tricks on her! The diaper swung forward faster than she had counted on, pulling her hips along and making her stumble to the floor in front of Lucia!

As Lucia crouched down to check on her she let out a loud moan, as if a bull had just pushed his rod inside of her!

“I’m sorry. They fitted me with a pair of larger probes… to teach me a lesson from the other day,” Lucia explained in a strained voice.

She and Tina got to their feet, Tina’s diaper weighing heavily on her hips. Lucia hugged her, pressing her head in between her immense tits, “I’m so glad to be back with you.”

“Well, you’ll be glad to hear that you all will be sharing this cell for now,” the guard behind Lucia said, “Sandra has been replaced to normal population and won’t be joining us anymore.”

The process of changing diapers on the ladies started again. As usual Tina felt the need to warn the guard that her diaper was overfilled and there was a puddle inside of it.

The guard seemed impressed again, but also concerned.

“This diaper should hold at least a gallon,” she said, “I’ll see if I can get you something even heftier for tonight.”

“And also, when the diaper gets full and hangs down, the rubber thingies inside of me almost come out,” Tina informed her with a sketchy idea forming in her lewd mind.

“Maybe I also need some bigger ones fitted, like Lucia’s?” she tried.

“We’ll see,” the guard said shortly, “I’ll talk to the doctor.”

Tina made sure to relish the feeling of the fresh and dry diaper she was changed to. Because she knew that feeling wouldn’t last long.

Maria also got changed but Lucia had already had her change before being sent back to here, so she just sat on one of the bean bags and watched the whole event unfold in front of her.

When the guard finally left, Lucia leaned in on Tina, “Be careful what you wish for. The size of these probes,” she said and pointed to her diapered crotch, “are very big indeed.”

They sat down on the bed together. Lucia made a thing out of sitting down tenderly. It was clear that the things she had put inside of her were really taking up space. Her face looked strained every time she moved or when the bed bounced a little.

“Does it hurt? “ Tina’s tone was worried.

“No dear, quite the opposite actually. But they’re so filling that it feels like I’m at the brink of climaxing almost all the time. It’s heavenly, but… taxing,” Lucia smiled. “But now it’s all about you Tina, my love. Has Maria been treating you well?”

Tina of course thought Maria was great and Maria chimed in about how cute and sexy Tina was… and went on to praise Lucia for not lying about her kissing skills!

Maria made a big fuss about how she’d never been kissed that well in her life and so on.

Tina was sitting in between the busty beauties and feeling very uplifted by all the nice things they were saying about her. It was very cozy and sensual to be squeezed in between their large busts, their hands caressing her thighs and sometimes grabbing her head for a hug against those mounds of warm flesh.

Eventually Lucia changed the subject. She explained that she’d only been machine milked while in solitary and she now needed some human touch.

She laid down on the bed and pulled her teddy over her massive breasts. Tina felt her pussy twitch as she laid eyes on those areolas, decorated with those huge, fat nipples. Each one with a droplet of milk hanging from them.

She became a bit uncertain and looked to Maria for help.

“Go on honey, you can feed from me after,” she said with those happy eyes and warm tone of voice.

Tina dove in.

As she engulfed Lucia’s big, stiff nipple, Lucia shifted her up some more, so she was laying half on her. One arm firmly wedged under her heavy breast and the other arm pressed in under and around her other.

Maria also crammed herself into the bed.

The bed was hardly big enough for the two of them, and with Tina also in it, she was really crushed in.

She felt Maria’s firm bosom pressing on her back and the women’ s hips shoving into her bum and groin. She was set in a soft, fleshy vice!

Lucia’s milk was gorgeous. Warm and sweet. It seemed never ending. Even between Tina’s suctions, milk was seeping out of them and into her mouth. She had to keep her lips tight around Lucia’s areola to not let anything spill.

The two sumptuous women had turned the TV on and were chatting away about the show that was running.

Every now and then Tina released her suction from the breast in her mouth to ask something or comment what they had said, but as soon as she had said her piece her head was forced back into the tit.

At first it was into Lucia’s breasts her mouth was pressed to, but after a while the women shifted her around and she got a mouth full of Maria’s instead. This went on. Her cellmates alternated from whom she was being fed milk.

There seemed to always be a breast with milk available.

Earlier Tina had understood when a feeding was done. It was pretty clear when no more milk was squirting out of the nipple anymore. Then she would either drink from the other one or take a break. Sometimes she had of course just kept it in her mouth, sucking softly for pure pleasure, but… now there seemed to always be milk!

And every time she was switched over to a new breast she could feel herself filling her diaper a little more.

Tina was feeling full and dizzy. She didn’t know who’s, but she fell asleep with someone’s tit in her mouth again.

She woke up, in a damp, hot cave.

No, it wasn’t a cave. She was wedged between two pairs of massive breasts, pressing against her from all sides. When Tina started stirring the women moved aside and let her get some air.

Her arms were stuck underneath heavy breasts, her legs were spread and stuck between their strong thighs, her ever growing diaper was slowly filling. Tina could actually feel the pee seeping out of her slit and through her butt crack, into the wet diaper surrounding her.

One of her cell mate’s hands was rhythmically pushing at the bottom of her overfilled diaper, making the rods in her holes slide in and out of her a bit.

The climax in her nethers was building quickly.

As she started panting harder her mouth was again pressed onto a stiff and milky nipple and Tina soon came to climax! Not being able to move or buck, she could only moan her orgasm into the breast filling her mouth!

Soon after, Lucia let her go, so she could catch her breath!

“You really are a sexy little one…,” she purred, “take a break now, we will soon be let go to the showers.”

In a daze Tina just laid there, squeezed in by the curves of her two hot women. Every part of her body was in contact with their sensual skin. It was hot and sweaty, but extremely cozy.

Later on two of the female guards came to bring them to the showers.

As the two human pillows surrounding her sat up and got off the bed Tina felt chilly. The air was cold, compared to how warm it had been in the den of sensual curves she’d been trapped in all morning. She got goose bumps and shuddered.

The only place that wasn’t cold was her ass and pussy. They were both surrounded by the hot wetness of the diaper.

Tina’s diaper was already full and very heavy. Lucia and Maria had to help her to her feet and they supported her on their way through the corridors towards the shower room.

Tina had to walk with a wide stance because her swollen diaper made it impossible to walk with her thighs together.

At the shower room they were again sat on the bench attached to the wall.

The guards strapped them up, hands above the head and their legs forced apart wide.

The guards, wearing pink latex gloves, then unlocked their diapers and opened them up in front, the probes in their holes still inserted.

As skillfully as before, they lathered them up and quickly shaved them clean down there.

Tina had a hard time not to moan in pleasure as the guard’s nimble fingers pushed and slid over her pussy lips and sensitive skin. The cute guard Freya just gave her a sexy smile and continued.

As they were all shaved their straps were undone and they were let into the shower chamber behind the peach colored plastic curtain.

“15 minutes!” the taller guard told them.

“C´mon m’am. There are three of us…,” Maria pleaded.

“Alright, 20 minutes then,” the guard answered.

The three women hurried into the tiled shower room. As Maria and Lucia took positions under each of the two showerheads it was pretty clear that there was not really enough room for Tina there also.

Lucia saw Tina stand there, hesitating, “Come on now darling. We only have twenty minutes,” she beckoned and smiled.

She took Tina’s arm and pulled her in between the two large, luscious bodies.

Just like in bed, Tina’s head was now crammed in between their huge breasts and as the water cascaded down on them Tina was drenched from the floods of water pouring through their cleavages onto her head and face!

Tina was handed a soap in each hand and Lucia and Maria started soaping each other’s upper bodies.

A bit perplexed, Tina first stood there with the soaps, then she started lathering herself.

“No, no silly. We do eachother!” Maria giggled and pulled Tina’s hand of soap towards her smooth pussy mound.

With her hand over Tina’s she started rubbing it around over her pussy and in between her well rounded thighs.

Lucia did the same with Tina’s other hand and soon she was slipping her soapy hands in tandem over and into her cellmate’s fleshy pussies.

Their pleased humming made it easy for Tina to feel that she was giving them pleasure.

After the three of them had been soaping each other up for a while the showers were turned on and rinsed them all.

“Now we have to clean you,” Lucia said and crouched down so her face was in Tina’s face-height. “Hold around my neck,” she said softly and Tina did as she was told.

Lucia stood up and Tina could feel Maria’s hands around her waist helping to lift her up.

She was now literally hanging in the air, holding her arms around Lucia’s neck. She could feel her firm breasts against her own upper body and Maria’s hands sliding over her back and bum, soaping them up.

Lucia’s hands were sliding up and down Tina’s sides and thighs doing the same.

It was an amazing feeling. All those hands slipping over her skin, Lucia’s breasts and stiff nipples poking at her front. Now and then she also felt Maria’s heavy underboobs brush against her back and bum.

Again, climax was building in Tina’s petite body. Then she felt Lucia slip two fingers into her!

Tina cramped and her hold around Lucia’s neck tightened, just as her sensitive entrance tried to do around the fingers pressing into her.

Tina’s breathing had now gone into overdrive as Lucia’s fingers massaged her from inside.

She was just about to say something like, “I’m gonna cum…,” when she felt Maria press her thumb into her backside!

Ecstasy came crashing down! Even with all the water spraying down on the three of them, she could feel herself gushing vaginal juices all over Lucia’s hand that was grabbing over her pussy!

Tina could only whimper in uncontrollable lust as the women let their fingers jostle around inside of her as she came in wave after wave!

Not until Tina was so weakened that her grip around Lucia’s neck was slipping did they let her loose and carefully let her slide down so her feet touched the floor again.

“Now she’s all clean,” Maria said happily.

Tina had to hold her arm around Lucia’s waist for a while. Her legs were unsteady.

Lucia pressed Tina’s head against her boob and led her back out of the shower room.

As they finally came back out to the changing room where their diapers are lying splayed out on the bench, the blue rubber probes pointing hungrily upward on each of them, the taller guard gestures to Tina.

“You, come with me. You have an appointment with the doctor,” she orders.

Tina feels a bit worried. Seeing a doctor is always a worry, of course. But also, being torn away from Lucia and Maria immediately makes her feel unsafe.

Tina grabs Lucia’s hand but Lucia gives her a kiss on the forehead and says, “It’s alright baby. We’ll meet you in the rec. room later.”

Reluctantly Tina lets the guard lead her away. Tina now realizes that she is still totally naked, “Uhm, shouldn’t I at least have my diaper on?” she asks.

“Your diaper was full and the doctor will undress you anyway,” the tall guard says without emotion.

“But… I’m leaking…,” Tina whimpers sheepishly, feeling her pussy dripping of juices.

The tall guard gives a heavy sigh, lays one hand on Tina’s shoulder whilst whipping out a paper napkin from her pocket with the other.

A jolt of electric pleasure surged through Tina as the guard pushed the napkin up between her legs from behind, her hand forcefully cupping her whole pussy and the napkin soaking up its juices!

She was now being led along the corridors with the guard pushing her forward by the shoulder and having a firm grip between her legs! Tina was too startled to say anything, but the hand between her legs felt really good.

The pressure against her throbbing pussy only made even more juices flow and the guard speeded up their pace.

The guard could feel how the napkin in her hand was quickly filling up and by the time they arrived at the doctors office it was soaked through and her juices were trickling down her inner thighs.

Tina was briskly pushed through the door and the guard removed her hand from between her legs, grabbed another napkin from her pocket and started wiping her soaked fingers.

The doctor was a shapely, older woman, her reddish-brown hair had some grey strands in it and was pulled back in a tight knot on the back of her head. She wore glasses and had a classic white robe on. Her name tag said: Katherine.

Tina felt a bit embarrassed now, standing nude in front of the two fully clothed women. She put her hands in front of her dripping pussy and looked down at the floor.

The tall guard wasn’t paying her much attention. She was busy drying off her hand with paper towels and napkins, but the doctor had a piercing stare. Her eyes went up and down along Tina’s naked body.

Finally she spoke, “Soooo… you had requested a new fitting of your diaper probes?”

Tina just nodded faintly. She felt nervous. Maybe she was now in trouble?

She didn’t want to do anything to rock the boat. She was so much enjoying her time here. She was loving Lucia and being her cellmate. Also getting Maria as a cellmate, having to suck their boobs, the warm wetness that she was always in… she was now scared that she might lose all that!

“Alright then… get up on the chair and we can get going,” the doctor said and gestured to the gynecological chair behind Tina.

Tina climbed up in the chair, the guard placed her feet in the foot holders and strapped her legs firmly onto them with a leather strap over her thighs. Then her arms were strapped up over her head and she now felt very exposed.

The doctor slid over on her office chair, pulled a lever on the bed and Tina’s legs were spread apart wide. Tina’s cheeks were now blushing. The doctor had free access to her vagina. Her latex glove covered finger was poking around a bit, she stuck her fingers in a few times making thoughtful ‘hmm’s’.

Tina also felt a finger up her ass a few times. It was hard to not make a sound or let it show that she was being turned on by this.

But the doctor seemed to notice.

“It seems you’re leaking a bit…,” she said and made some notes on her clipboard.

“Mmm.. yes. I do feel very horny… often,” Tina admitted.

“Yes. That can happen. When your diet is only breastmilk a lot of hormones can get involved, and from what I understand you have quite the appetite,” The doctor looked up from between Tina’s spread legs and smiled.

“But it is true that you should be refitted actually. A larger pair of probes will give your orifices more resistance and keep them fitter. All that pressure from fluids wanting to come out takes its toll you know.”

The doctor explained that she’ll give Tina a couple of larger ones with special functions. Just putting larger things into her would only widen her openings and she’d soon be leaking as much again. The ones the doctor would put in and prescribe in her future diapers would have a function that made them swell and vibrate for 5 minutes every few hours. This was meant to keep her muscles alert and give them training.

The doctor made a note that Tina would come back for a check up next week and they could measure her progress.

Then she started inserting different sized rubber probes into Tina’s pussy and ass.

The sensations blazing through her holes was sensational and with every new insertion she came closer and closer to climax.

The doctor was trying to find out how large of a probe would be suitable and was asking Tina about how each one of them felt. Tina had trouble staying focused and thought that every size increase was even better than the one before. She could feel herself almost drooling by the time the doctor decided that the last size was big enough!

She wiped Tina dry and commenced to make notes on her clipboard and then fastened the new, larger probes to a new diaper she had laid out on a stainless steel gurney by the medical bed.

“Freya. Get in here,” she called on an intercom by her desk.

The cute guard that usually changed on Tina came walking in, with her flowery bag at the ready. She gave Tina a smile and started cleaning up Tina’s ass and pussy. Her fingers were like tingling champagne across Tina’s sensitive folds and it couldn’t be helped. Tina came!

With her arms and legs tethered to the bed, she could only convulse. Her hips bucked, her legs pulled at their restraints but she was stuck! A clear stream of pussy juice squirted out, all over the guards chest!

As Tina was coming back down from her spasmic climax the doctor asked her if that happened often.

Tina had to admit that she didn’t know. Fluids came out of her so often that she couldn’t really tell the difference between when she was peeing or not.

The doctor made some more notes and after Freya had wiped herself off she continued to change on Tina. As the new probes pressed into her opening Tina could really feel the change of size in them!

The one in her pussy was of course the largest, it felt as if it was pressing her hips apart almost. The one in her ass was thinner, but just as long but also felt like it filled her up all the way to her spine. Her whole groin felt like it was full of rubber probes now and the feeling was awesome.

The new diaper was then fastened around her hips, but this one had some more straps on it.

She was let loose from the medical bed and stood up with the help of Freya and the taller guard.

Around her waist were two more straps, longer ones. They functioned as a sort of suspenders and were fastened over Tina’s shoulders. They were some sort of soft plastic ,but with white furry padding on the inside so they wouldn’t cut into her skin.

But they really pushed her diaper and the probes in it up between her legs. As the guards were adjusting the straps Tina felt her legs weaken. All her senses were now only concentrated on the two objects pressing into her from below!

She could feel a surge of fluids inside of her, wanting out.

But the girth of the larger probe in her pussy seemed to be holding the fluids back, at least back from seeping out.

The walk back felt extremely awkward. Every step jostled the intruders inside of her, massaging her innards. The feeling was overpowering and she had to stop now and then, to the tall guards’ irritation. Luckily the cute Freya had more patience and let Tina rest a bit every few yards.

By the time they had brought her to the rec. room where the others were gathered, Tina was already soaring towards climax city… everything felt like a blur as she was set down in Lucia’s lap in the colorful room, the TV playing some of that cartoon music in the background.

She didn’t really take note of what was said. Lucia’s voice sounded muffled in her ears and as she got her fat, milky nipple pressed into her mouth Tina drifted off to another dimension.

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Lucia and Maria both needed to be drained and Tina didn’t even open her eyes as a new breast was introduced to her mouth. She happily suckled anything she got her lips around, feeling the sweet, nurturing milk fill her body.

When both Lucia and Maria had been nursed on, Ebony scooted up to them.

Lying in Maria’s lap, weighed down by her heavy breasts over her body she saw Ebony’s large brown breasts heave into view above her face.

She asked Maria and Lucia, “You think she could do me also? Shanya is full already.”

“You want some more darling?” Maria asked her.

Tina drowsily nodded her head. She felt full already, but for some reason, it felt like she could never get enough of that sweet, warm milk.

Ebony leaned in from over her as Maria shoved her body closer to the curvy, black amazon.

Ebony was sitting with her legs crossed and Tina felt the back of her head resting on Ebony’s soft diaper front. Ebony leaned forward and pressed her gigantic breast down over Tina, her mouth quickly finding the stiff nipple to suck. Tina’s whole face was now covered under Ebony’s breast and the rest of her upper body was lying under Maria’s breasts. It was like being covered in a hot and heavy blanket of sensuous flesh!

“Aww,, she’s sooo cute,” Lucia chimed and also cuddled up to Tina’s well hidden body. She took Tina’s exposed legs and laid her breasts over them, stroking her one free arm.

It was the sexiest feeling Tina had ever experienced. Enveloped by three sexy ladies breasts and laps, her holes filled to the brim with the large rubber probes and her mouth forced open by the large and hard nipple squirting stream after stream of milk into her.

That’s when she found out about her probes ‘special functions’!

All of a sudden she felt the intruders in her ass and pussy start swelling. Being so full of milk already her body just let go! She immediately felt floods of hot fluids emerge from her vagina! Gushing over the expanding probe and landing with some forece in the soft embedment she was enclosed in!

Then they shrank a bit, only to again swell! The signals sent to her brain were over loading her sensory organs! Hadn’t she had Ebony’s big breasts pressed down over her face she would’ve squealed like a banshee. Now she could only give out grunts and moans from under the faucet of milk kept in her mouth.

Then the vibrations started! Every time the probes swelled up in girth a strong vibration was emitted from them! Tina saw stars. Well, even if she had had her eyes open, she’d only see darkness in the cave of boobs she was laid under, but she now also saw stars!

She climaxed and fainted at the same time.

Her instincts were by now so tuned that her sucking didn’t stop although her mind had checked out.

The three women caressed her softly as she spasmed under their boobs. Tina travelled light years along the milky way! Her loins were one with their bodies. Hot wetness overtook her…

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When Tina finally came back from the sensual darkness she’d travelled to, she found herself laid out over Lucia’s and Maria’s laps. Her upper body under Lucia’s breasts and her legs over Maria’s lap. Maria’s boobs weighing down heavily over her legs.

Tina felt warm. Slowly her body was starting to notice the rods inside of her again. The wetness of her diaper and her own seeping pussy.

It felt as if there was a constant small trickle running out from it, into her large swollen diaper.

She heard one of the guards’ voices tell the women that play time was over and it was time for feeding.

Just hearing the word ‘feeding’ made Tina instinctively open her lips, searching for the nipple to be pressed into her mouth.

But instead everyone is getting to their feet. Lucia and Maria helped the newly awoken Tina to do the same.

Tina then realized that it was the feeding of the ‘cows’ that the guard was talking about.

She almost felt a bit sad that she wasn’t getting a large breast shoved into her face, but at the same time – she did feel very full. As she rose she noticed her otherwise pretty flat tummy now had somewhat of a soft bulge.

Hadn’t she been so tired Tina would’ve been more concerned about this. Now she just wanted to lay down again and sleep close to her cellmates’ warm and soft bodies.

Going back to their cell Tina could really feel the heaviness of her diaper. It was much bigger than before so it probably also could hold more fluids.

She had to really be deliberate with her steps, to keep her balance walking. It of course helped to hold one arm around Lucia’s waist and that Maria was holding her other hand as they walked.

Back in their cell the guards had already placed two sets of the didomachine on the beds and organized another rack of tubes hanging over their bed.

It looked like they had also changed their bed for a larger one.

It made sense, now that they were three women sharing.

Tina sat down on one of the bean bags while the guards fitted Lucia and Maria into their positions, legs fastened to the dildomachines and the tubes strapped to their mouths’.

The machines were turned on and Tina’s two milkgivers moaned softly as their holes were slowly pumped and their gullets filled with flowing nourishment.

Tina wanted to move to their bed and give her cellmates some more fingerpleasure, now that their pussy’s were out in the open. But she felt so tired and weak. It was almost impossible to get out of the bean bag she was slumped down into. Her diaper was too heavy and her legs too spent.

Instead she could only sit there and watch the rhythmic swaying of Lucia’s and Maria’s large boobs as the machine was picking up the pace, pushing and pulling the dildo in between their parted legs.

As the machines reached their highest pace she could see Maria climaxing. Her body shook and her eyes squeezed shut as she flailed her head from side to side.

Her toes spread wildly as she tried to breathe hard through her nose. The tubes in her mouth relentlessly pumping fluid into her body.

The machines slowed down and finally stopped. All that could be heard was strained breathing. The air stood still and smelled of sensual womanhood.

The guards came back and released the two busty women from their predicament.

They were cleaned up and got new diapers fitted, then it was Tina’s turn.

With great effort she managed to finally get up from the bean bag and make her way to the bed. Her diaper swaying heavily between her legs.

Tina laid herself down on the bed and let her legs fall apart. Freya, the cute guard, started unstrapping her diaper.

Both Maria and Lucia were taking an interest as Freya was taking off Tina’s diaper.

Tina could feel the huge rods in her slide out and her two tunnels getting some relaxation.

Both her cellmates made impressed faces as they saw the sizes of what had been stuffed up into Tina’s holes.

Freya also seemed impressed, “Woha! That’s a lot of gear you’re packed with!” she smiled and started wiping Tina’s nethers clean and dry.

Tina looked down at the new diaper that aid prepared on the bed. The rods on it were truly large. The old ones were thin and just a bit thicker at the top. These ones were much wider. Especially the one meant to be pushed up her pussy.

It was maybe 6 inches long and widest in the middle. The one going up her backside was almost as long, but not as wide and had about the same girth all the way through.

But it was a strange feeling, knowing two things like that had been living inside of her half of the day.

Tina couldn’t help but to wonder how thick they got when they swelled up. She almost didn’t dare to think about it. The thought only got her tingling again, and she didn’t want to drench the poor Freya with her juices twice in one day!

“No wonder you’re walking funny,” Maria said with a sexy smile.

Freya informed the ladies that it had this function of swelling up and vibrating every few hours also. So if Tina acted strangely, that would be why.

Freya lubed up Tina’s holes and then put on her diaper, also inserting the two great probes into her body again. Tina couldn’t help but to grunt lustfully as she was being nailed again.

Maria was stroking Tina’s hair as the guard Freya finished strapping Tina’s diaper shut.

When she had left, the women wanted to know everything about Tina’s new big probes, and they were especially interested in the vibrating function Freya had talked about.

Tina explained as best as she could, but couldn’t tell them exactly when it was going to go off again. The doctor hadn’t been specific and Tina hadn’t asked.

Lucia explained how her new bigger probes (about the size of Tina’s) made it so that the dildo machine pumping into her hadn’t managed to make her climax, but it did get her insanely horny.

But not having the release was very annoying.

This made Tina feel a little bad, for not making the effort to get to Lucia and rub her off when she had the chance.

Now Lucia’s wanting pussy was hidden away under those tight diapers.

But Lucia suggested that maybe Tina’s vibrations could help her out.

Tina was of course willing to do anything to help her suffering poor ‘mother’ out!

Tina’s rods hadn’t vibrated since the rec. room so they all decided it might happen again any time now.

Maria decided that Tina and Lucia should be ‘scissored’, pressing their crotches together tightly, so that when the vibrations occurred they could also propagate in and through Lucia’s diaper, hopefully giving her the release she so much needed.

Maria had already managed to cum on her machine so she was glad to let Lucia have this pleasure.

Maria sat herself up at the head end of the bed, some pillows behind her back and pulled Tina into her lap. Tina was laying down sideways and Lucia pressed her diapered crotch in between Tina’s legs. So their legs were now scissored, their diapers pressed against each other.

Tina had to take a few deep breaths when Lucia pressed her crotch against Tina’s diaper. It was really pushing those rods deeper into her spread pussy entrance.

Lucia’s head was towards the bottom end of their bed and she was holding Tina’s leg in a firm grip, so their diapers would be in firm contact in case the vibrations begun

Maria turned the tv on and they all relaxed to the show rolling in the background.

Lucia was slowly rubbing against Tina, making the probes in her shift and push around in her. It was extremely arousing.

Maria’s breast was just by Tina’s face and without really thinking about it, Tina pulled her teddy to the side and latched onto the bulging boob. Maria’s sweet warm milk started flowing and Tina forgot how full she had felt just an hour ago.

Maria was purring and stroking Tia’s hair as she suckled and Lucia was slowly rolling her hips, massaging Tina from both inside and outside.

The show streamed on in a blurry background.

Suddenly Tina’s eyes widened and her meditative state was abruptly ripped away.

She could feel the probes in her starting to swell!

She tried to speak, but Maria’s big firm breast was promptly pressed over her mouth and the back of her head was pinned down into the pillow.

But Maria seemed to notice the change in Tina’s suckling, “Lucia… I think something is happening now,” she said with anticipation.

Lucia quickly fastened her grip on Tina’s leg and pulled her forcefully in between her dense thighs. This pressed the swelling probes deeper into Tina and she could feel a great pressure building inside of her!

Then the vibrations came! Tina could only let out muffled moans from under the breast she was pressed onto. She could hear a primal groan emitting from down where Lucia was placed in the bed, The vibrations were very much planting themselves into her probes also!

A short pause and then again! This time Tina’s little body couldn’t keep tight. The gushing in her diaper could be heard over both of their moans.

Maria was holding Tina tightly as she came! And her climax was intensified by Lucia’s twerking and pressing between her legs!

Tina could feel milk spilling out from the corners of her mouth as she was trying to keep up her swallowing with the milk flow and at the same time having the orgasm of her life! Her insides being so full of probes, fluids, warmth and pressure!

Tina lost count of how many times the probes swelled and vibrated inside of her, but when Lucia came she could feel her strong thighs squeeze against her, pressing out even more liquid into her diaper!

Tina was squirming wildly to pull free from Maria’s grasp on her, but to no avail. Maria was much bigger and stronger than her and only pressed herself and her breast harder onto Tina as she wriggled in agonizing waves of pleasure under her body weight.

She couldn’t even move her legs around to relieve some of the pressure from her groin because Lucia was holding her legs firmly still onto herself.

Again, Tina drifted into some blurry plane of crashing orgasms and all went dark.

When she regained consciousness she found herself embedded between the two busty women’s breasts again. One of them was, as usual pressed into her mouth, the stiff nipple of it dripping warm milk on her tongue.

Her arms were held down by heavy flesh and her legs were intertwined with other legs.

There was no point in resisting. Tina just let herself be nursed to sleep again.

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April visits her cousins’ home and discovers more sexual playmates, including her aunt.

April’s Friendly Family, Part 2

Mary Lou and I became very familiar with each other’s bodies that summer,
but we always made sure we were alone and would not be detected by her
mother or her sisters. I thought, from the knowing way her mother looked at
us sometimes, that she suspected what was going on, but she didn’t say
anything. She’d just smile and look thoughtfully, and perhaps longingly at
us.

The next summer we were a little bolder with our playfulness, not bothering
to go to the sewing room, or be sure we were alone in the barn. One night,
as we were going down on each other, we heard a tittering laugh. We looked up from each other’s pussy, and there, standing in the doorway of Mary Lou’s bedroom, were her two younger sisters, by now aged 9 and 10.

They turned to go when they saw that we had noticed them, but when we
resumed our pussy licking we could tell they were back. Since they seemed
so interested in what we were doing, we invited them to join us on the bed
and watch from up close.

Barbie, the ten year-old, reached out and placed her hand on my bottom as
I wriggled on top of Mary Lou’s face, her tongue lapping at my pussy and ass alternately. I felt her hand caressing me, and her finger running down
between my ass cheeks until it joined her sister’s tongue in my anus. The
wetness there made her finger slither right into my tight little sphincter,
and it felt nice to have a digital fuck in my ass. Mary Lou’s tongue kept
working in my pussy, strumming my clit, and it didn’t take long for me to
have a delicious orgasm, which I muffled by burying me face in Mary Lou’s
muff.

Katy, the youngest cousin, sat mesmerized by what she saw, and when I
finished cumming, I rolled off Mary Lou and reached out to take her hand and place it on my sticky vagina. She smiled happily, and set to exploring my inner labia and feeling the juice on her fingers. I guided her hand back up to her mouth and let her taste my pussy juice. She loved it, and
immediately put her finger into her own little cunny. Then she licked her
finger again, and commented on how different we tasted.

I took this as a clue to have a taste of her little bare cunny, which she
allowed without hesitation or shame. She lay back and spread her legs
apart, and I climbed between them kneeling and pushing my face up between her thighs to first gaze at, then lick at her little peach-shaped pussy. She squirmed with delight, and though I’m sure she didn’t have an orgasm as such, she certainly enjoyed the tongue licking her older cousin was giving her.

Meanwhile, Mary Lou had taken charge of Barbie, and began tasting her
wares as well. What a sight we must have been, four girls sprawled out on
one bed, licking and lapping at one another, learning the lessons of
lesbian love.

The next morning my aunt called Mary Lou and me into her room and told us that she had seen what we were up to the night before, but that she was
concerned that we were corrupting her younger daughters before they might be ready for sex. We assured her that they seemed to enjoy it as much as we did, so she said it would be okay for us to play with one another out in the open.

Then she hugged both of us to her ample breast, and let us feel their
softness as we leaned into her and she caressed our backs and bottoms with her loving hands. Soon she had pulled up our nightgowns and had her hands on our bare asses, fingering us and exploring our ass cracks and pussies.

Aunt Betty lay back on her bed and let us go down between her knees and
push her nightgown up over her waist. How beautiful was her hairy pussy,
the pubic hair a reddish color and full over the slit of her vulva. Mary Lou
and I almost fought over who would get to lick her mother’s pussy first,
but Aunt Betty settled it by pulling me up to her breasts, which she had
bared. Now I got to suck on her nipples while Mary Lou tasted her mother’s
cunt for the first time, exclaiming at how delicious it was since it was
bigger and juicier than either of ours was.

When it was my turn at Aunt Betty’s pussy, I was pleased to learn that her
adult cunt was indeed even more luscious than our childish ones were. Aunt Betty writhed in pleasure at the loving that her daughter and niece were giving her, and she complimented us on our technique.

The rest of that day Aunt Betty let us girls go around naked, feeling free to play with one another’s pussies whenever the mood took us. She stayed nude herself, and at one point or another, each one of us was able to bury our face in her sweet, hairy cunt, tasting the constantly flowing nectar and then sharing it with juicy kisses.

In the middle of one of these sessions, when Aunt Betty took me into her arms and hugged me to her breast, I reminded her of the time she had felt me up when I was younger, and she said she had enjoyed that occasion as much as I had. She also suggested that I might try to become more intimate with my mother when I went home, since she and my mother had been enjoying lady love ever since they were the age of Mary Lou and me. But that’s another story. Stay tuned!

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Our new drive is encouraged to indulge and lust after the girls all he wants; the girls are happy to accommodate his enjoyment. After the general public presser, Nicole announces that we have a new corporate sponsor that will change our brand for the better going forward. It will send us into a world of taboo lust and desires fulfilled.

Departure Day, A New Sponsor, and the First Press Conference

Nicole rolled over and kissed me as she woke up Thursday morning. “Good morning, my Love! How would my uncle like breakfast at the ‘Y’ this morning before we head out?’

I kissed her and said, “Princess, breakfast at the “Y” is always five-star eating. Spread those sexy legs and let me get started. I’m starving for some pink clam lips, with a side of cunt honey!”

I put my head and face into her crotch and began to lick her beautifully and already moist pussy, flicking my tongue rapidly in and out of her. I took her clit into my mouth and began to suck on it, knowing that I had to get her off quickly as we had to get to the facility for departure in a little while. But I was going to have some niece cunt before we left, for sure.

She grabbed the back of my head with her hands, and pressed my face tighter to her bald snatch, telling me, “Baby! Eat my pussy, honey! Uncle Dave, you lick me so good! Make me squirt, baby. Drink your cunt nectar like a good uncle!”

I continued to alternate from her fuck slit to her love button, her juices beginning to flow steadily with the arousal taking place from her oral enjoyment. I tongue fucked her rapidly, and began to fondle her clit with my thumb and index finder, doubling her pleasure.

Nicole started to tremble slightly, brought her legs up around my neck, and wrapped them around me, holding my face tightly up against her crotch, in essence keeping me hostage to her pussy. I was licking and slurping her enthusiastically, her sweet, musky, just slightly salty flavor exciting my taste buds and driving me to even more arousal. I was not going to stop until she had squirted her pussy juice fully and was exhausted from her own orgasm. She deserved that joy.

She then began to tremble more, and her body stiffened up slightly, her hands clenched my head, and she said, “Ummmm, baby! Don’t stop! Oh god, please don’t stop! I’m going to cum, sweetie! It’s going to be squirting, I can feel it! Oh god, just like that. Eat my pregnant niece cunt. Your little girl is inside my womb, baby! You put her there! Eat the mommy cunt that you impregnated!””

I dove deeper with my tongue, and squeezed her clitoris more firmly while flicking it. Then a gushing of cunt honey streamed down my face and chin. I was able to get my mouth in position to drink most of it as it spewed out of her, holding her legs tightly to my face.

She continued to tremble and shake, and threw her head back, moaning loudly as she soaked in the blissful sex fest her cunt was getting from her uncle’s tongue.

After a few minutes, she let go of my head, dropped her legs, and finally relaxed completely, cooing softly as she leaned back on the bed, her cum session completed, and her orgasm fulfilled. She then said, “Damn, baby! God, you eat pussy so good! It always makes me cum so intensely, and sends me into orbit! Fuck! I love you, Uncle Dave! Promise me you will eat me like that even after we are married!”

I told her, “Princess, I love eating your pussy, honey. I love fucking it. I love you! And yes, I will eat that wonderfully luscious pussy for you whenever you want after we are married. You never get told ‘No’, Princess. Not sure I could have told you ‘No’ to that request if you had made it many months ago, even before taking your virginity the week after your 18th birthday, if being honest, Sweetheart. I love you, baby! Come on, let’s go get real breakfast. We need to get to the facility. The girls will be there soon, and we need to make sure everything is ready to go,” I told her.

Then I asked, “Did you talk to Lisa last night? How is she doing? Is she going to take us up on the offer to come aboard?”

Nicole said, “She’s doing ok. Much better. She said she was still bummed about it, but that it would be ok. I told her the bright side of it, trying to bring a bit of sex humor to cheer her up, was that now she could let both Robert and her Daddy, and any other Daddy (or Uncle-hint hint) fuck her brains out, 24-7, and not have to worry about getting knocked up accidentally.

“She did laugh at that, but told me she really had wanted to give her daddy or Robert a baby so badly. She said that Robert told her that Daddy had said that he would let Robert give me a sister-niece instead. He was already working to get Mom to let him impregnate her. She got off her birth control so maybe she’ll at least get a little sister.”

I told her, “That’s maybe the bright side, Princess. And you know how much I really enjoy banging my Asian goddess’ pussy. Is she going to come aboard with us soon? Did you tell her she could take all the time she needed to decide?”

Nicole said, “I did. She said she was going to think about it over the weekend and we would discuss it Monday. I’m going to have her come to the facility Monday morning so we can visit before the girls arrive for workouts. Maybe you can help convince her?” she said with a wry smile, and a glance at my dick.

“I will be happy to help her decide, Princess. And I will offer her a very attractive compensation package, and will be prepared to up the offer if needed. We need her, baby. We really do.” I told her.

She agreed and smiled. “Yes, Lisa will be perfect for the role I have for her. And, you will get the fringe benefits. And she will have the discretion to use her ‘skills’ to help convince other daddies to have their girls sign with us. She won’t be able to resist that! She loves cock as much as the rest of the girls, and she doesn’t care who it belongs to, as long as it goes up her cunt, in her mouth, or deep in her ass.”

After breakfast at the local diner, we went to the facility and opened up. The bus was already there, and the driver came out to meet us. He said, “Good morning, I’m Walter, and I will be your driver for this trip. I am at your beck and call, 24-7. Anywhere you and the girls want to go, just let me know. I will get you there safely, and ahead of schedule.”

I shook his hand and said, “Perfect. How long have you been a driver for soccer teams, Walter?”

He said, “I’ve been doing this quite a while. I’m 35 years old, and I started when I was 20. I started doing short tournament trips, and one day games for several of the boys and girls teams in the region. I now do exclusively girls teams, day trips, overnighters, or longer hauls. The girls are just more fun to take on trips. They act like ladies, and are always so respectful and polite. And besides that, I’d rather look at a bunch of gorgeous girls in my bus than the alternative,” he said, with a slight grin.

Nicole said, “Thank you, Walter. And our girls are very respectful and extremely polite. They won’t give you any bullshit, I can assure you of that. In fact, you might find them giving you plenty of chances to stare at their tights, or their asses, or their legs. Feel free to. No need to try and be discreet about it. Make it obvious. They love the adoration and stares. It’s ok, really.”

Walter said, “Man, so what I’ve heard is at least partially true? I mean, the word is that your team of girls is very open, and not bashful about their sexuality. They embrace it as confidence and strength of being a young woman. So, it’s really ok if I lust after them on the trip?”

“If you don’t, Walter, then you might not get this gig again, let’s just say that. We are very ***********ive about our drivers, along with all other aspects of our operation. Every entity has to fit our team philosophy and our mission. And we require complete discretion with every single thing. The rumors are true, but we allow that surface gossip to drive our narrative for us. The REAL story stays within our framework and our operation,” I told him.

He said, “Absolutely, Dave. Without question, Nicole. I am happy and honored to have been ***********ed, and I would love to be your full-time driver.”

“Well, my dear, if things work out well, you might just get that spot. We are trying to become a high profile brand, not just locally or regionally, but nationally. We will need a large support staff who shares our philosophy to help us maintain our current success at higher levels.

“So, are you married? And if so, how understanding is your wife about you transporting a bus load of the hottest, sexiest soccer sluts around the region and the country? Is she ok with you doing that, knowing that they are going to fully display their confidence, power, and sexuality as roles models to other young girls?” Nicole asked him.

“Oh, I’m divorced, Nicole. I have an 18-year old daughter that stays with me. She is going to the local junior college but living at home to save money. Her mom and I, well, she was a surprise for us during our high school years. But I love her dearly. My wife just got tired of me being on the road all the time, and our divorce was final during Jessica’s fall semester this last school year.

“She plays soccer for the junior college team, and wants to go to another level, but it’s really hard to advance if you don’t have the money to play in the *********** or premiere leagues. That’s why I would love to have to gig full time. I want to get enough money to fund her opportunity with a higher level team,” Walter told us.

Nicole looked at me, and I looked at her, both of us thinking the same thing. Nicole said, “Walter, we are happy to give you this preliminary shot. You sound like you really enjoy what you do, and catering to the girls who travel on your bus for their trips. I will warn you, our girls are very confident and they will ooze sexiness. They dress to impress, and to invite eyes. Look all you want, and touch if you feel the vibe is there to do so. None of them will file a complaint. I promise you. They adore the attention of men’s eyes, and hands…and other things.” She winked.

“Thanks, Nicole. I will cater to their every desire on this trip. What they want, where they want to go, and when, is my pleasure,” he told her.

“Careful, Walter. Don’t make promises you don’t intend to keep with these girls. They will hold you to them. If you promise to cater to their every desire, you are opening a can of worms that might just be the best can of worms you ever opened.” She approached him, and gave him a brief kiss on the lips, then walked into the office.

I smiled at him, and said, “You’ll enjoy yourself, Walter. I promise. And feel free to as the moments arrive. It’s perfectly fine. The girls will arrive shortly. Make them put all their bags underneath the bus; no bags in the compartment unless it’s their backpacks. Everything else underneath. They know the drill, but with a new driver they might try to test you. Tell them ‘You know the rules, ladies. I have to enforce them because of the contract.’ That will work. See you in a bit!”

I went inside and Nicole looked at me. She said, “So, are you thinking maybe Jessica might be potential recruit, honey? But if so, we have to find out first if she’s a virgin, and if not, if Walter has fucked her yet. We need her to be a good fit. And with Walter as our driver, that might make it a good fit. They can spend time together, she gets to play at a very elite level, and the girls get a new face on the roster.”

“Princess, I was thinking that very thing. We need to slow play it though, so we don’t freak out Walter. I mean, I think he’s ok with everything the girls will do, but he might not be on board with doing his own daughter. And she might not be on board doing her dad. Let’s see how it plays out this weekend and see what his thoughts are on that kind of thing, once he finds out these girls are all doing their daddies.” I smiled at her, and gave her a hug. She agreed.

We gathered up the new uniforms, the extra personal items trunk that included the makeup, brushes, lashes, nail polishes, vibrators, dildos, lube, earrings, and a few spare pairs of high heels in various colors and sizes in case one of the girls had an incident with a heel breaking, or a strap breaking, etc. We had one extra pair in every color, and in every size for each girl.

This was similar to how most teams traveled with cleats, and spare uniforms. They pack extra cleats in all sizes for each girl on the roster, and in all styles that they might wear for a match. The girls lacked for nothing on trips, absolutely nothing. We were fully self-sufficient thanks to numerous sponsors, community donations, and a financial war chest that we had been able to accumulate with our past success and track record. Everyone wanted to support the Clam Bunnies and be a part of the operation. Even if they didn’t know the full implications of our brand.

We purposefully and deliberately crafted the image that we wanted to portray to young girls and their families. But certain code words and phrases used in our marketing efforts caught the attention of the talent market we were after. It was innocent advertising to the general population, but those within the ‘lifestyle’ always picked up on these words immediately. The ‘lifestyle’ network was enormous and ensured that they all remained extremely discreet and kept their taboo activities within the knowledge only of those similarly involved.

We had Walter store all of this equipment, along with game balls, and a box of photographs of the girls, some of them in soccer uniforms with cleats, some in their uniforms with high heels, and white polished toes prominently on display, and a few with poses in low cut bikini tops and g-string bottoms, with a very sheer, dark pink triangular patch of fabric barely covering their bald pussies. They were also in their pink high heels in these photos, with their toes in a shiny chrome pink polish.

These pics would be used in our meet and greets, depending upon the type of meet and greet we were doing, or team function that was being held. General fan meets, we only signed the soccer uniform cleat pics, with a few pics of the poses in high heels also thrown in, mainly for the dads, and other guys who were fans.

The bikini pics were only autographed and handed out at our ‘Lifestyle’ meet and greets, and our upcoming recruiting fairs, for obvious reasons. At these events the girls were also going to pose with potential recruits and their daddies, and would even be encouraged to show a little tit or nipple in the selfies, or even spread their legs a bit wider, and pulling the bikini patch tightly up into their crotch, so that their slit was on display; it was a requirement to also have their feet toes visibly displayed within each pic. They were instructed to tell the picture taker, “Make sure my toes are seen clearly, and my crotch, my dear. Daddy will love it!”

The girls had had several press conference practice sessions to perfect this marketing strategy, and had been briefed on how to answer questions, no matter which kind of group we were doing public appearances for. They were very excited for this afternoon, giving a general presser, and then a more explicit presser with the *********** ‘Lifestyle’ media outlets.

As they arrived, Nicole told them, “We will hand out your new uniforms when we get to the hotel. We will wear the light pink set for the pressers. More details upon arrival. We have a new driver for this trip, Ladies. His name is Walter. We expect all of you to be respectful, polite, and courteous as you always are. He’s a very nice guy, and has promised to take you wherever you want to go, whenever you want to go. Don’t abuse that shit. Go in large groups so you aren’t running him all over town this weekend. Curfew rules are in effect. And Ladies, it’s ok to give him a show. Any kind of show. Just nothing too distracting while he’s driving us, ok. But any other time, give him anything you want him to see, or touch. Now let’s get on the bus. We have long drive. Press conferences start at two o’clock. We need to arrive by 1:00 at the hotel. Lunch will be catered box lunch along the way.”

The girls smiled, and began to chatter amongst themselves, excited for the trip. They made a quick look at themselves in the mirror, all of them pulling their tops down a little bit, to ensure their tits showed for the new driver, and they all made sure their shorts were pulled up snugly into the cunts, revealing their sexy camel toes. They all wanted Walter to get an eyeful as they entered.

Walter stood outside to assist each girl into the motorcoach, and as they came up to him, all of them gave him a very sultry, sexy smile, and made sure that he got a nice view of their feet and toes as he helped them into the bus. He made in a point to look down at each of their lovely pedicured toes, and even complimented many of them as they stepped in.

“Those are some pretty toes, young lady. I like the dark red. You are very beautiful. Welcome aboard.”

“Wow! Such a gorgeous little creature, you are! And those pink toes! So innocent, but I bet you aren’t!” He chuckled. She giggled, and said, “Not nearly as innocent as this pink polish!”

“Um Um! Don’t you look so amazing! Such a pretty, and hot figure you have! Damn! Turn around, let me see that gorgeous ass!” She smiled and turned around, even bending at the waist to give me a better look at her ass. She then said, “Look, I got mine done in coral pink! You like coral pink, Walter?” He said, “They look delicious, my sweet. As does your little ass. Careful getting on board.”

This adoration, the sex-filled comments, and the girls posing seductively for Walter continued until al 14 of them had taken their seats on the coach. They were still buzzing with excitement at how Walter had made such flattering comments to every single one of them, affirming their beauty and their sexuality. It served to embolden all of them, and build even more confidence in their quests to be fully strong independent young ladies.

Nicole and I took our seats at the front of the coach on opposite sides. She leaned up against window, facing me, and said, “I’m going to give you a show in a few minutes until we stop to pick up the box lunches. Don’t cum. Save that for whichever girl you are fucking tonight. Who are you fucking tonight, anyway?” she asked.

“Well, Abby is getting fucked by Tom tonight, and Chloe wanted to spend the entire night with her daddy, and Abby’s dad is fucking you as part of the honorary coach title. I think I might fuck Emily, if her daddy isn’t making the trip. Or Katie. I haven’t fucked either of them in a while. Maybe a threesome with both of them?” I said.

Nicole smiled, and said, “Hold on a minute. Emily, Katie! Are you daddies coming tonight to stay with either of you? It’s ok if they aren’t. Just wondering.”

Both of them said, “No, Nicole. They both had to go out town for work. They promised they would come to the next home match soon. Why?”

“Well, Uncle Dave wants both of you to see him tonight after dinner. Is that cool?”

They smiled at each other, knowing what that meant. All the rest of the girls knew as well. Beth said, “Ladies, you get to have a threesome tonight! That is so fucking hot!”

Emily said, “That’s super cool, Nicole. Thanks, Uncle Dave!” All the rest of the girls giggled and took turns telling both of them that they were going to have the best time ever.

Katie said, “I’ve never had a threesome ever! So, Emily, I get to lick your pussy! And you get to lick mine, and we both get fucked by Uncle Dave! I love it when he fucks me! He fucks me like Daddy does! So good!”

Emily said, “Oooohhhhh, I know! He’s just as good as Daddy is in my pussy! And when he licks your pussy, Katie! OMFG! You are going to go insane! And I can’t wait to finally lick yours. It looks so pretty when you are in the locker room getting dressed after practice. I’ve stared at in so many times wanting to know what you taste like!”

They both squealed with joy at the anticipation of their first threesome with Uncle Dave later on tonight.

“Well, that’s settled, baby. And they will be wet the rest of the trip thinking about tonight! See, it’s that easy to get a girl horny, baby!” Nicole smiled. Then she pulled off her shorts, and split her lips with her fingers, giving me a view of her cunt. She inserted a finger and began to gently, slowly fuck her pussy with it. She moaned softly, leaning back against window, her legs now up on the seat, her arctic white toes shining, her pussy glistening as she diddled herself.

She continued this show for the next 85 miles, almost an hour and a half of constant, non-stop finger banging of her cunt, just for my gratification. Damm, I wanted to rub one out looking at her pregnant pussy. It was so hot, but I wanted to save the load building up in my balls to ensure that Katie and Emily both got a thick and heavy spurt of spunk in their pussies tonight when we fucked.

The bus pulled into the diner, and Nicole pulled up her shorts. She got out and went inside. Shortly, two young men came out with a rolling cart and approached the bus. She went back on and said, “Ladies, take a box lunch and a drink. They are all the same. Sliced and chopped roast beef, mashed potatoes, green beans, apple pie, and a roll. You shouldn’t need a knife. It’s all chopped to make it easier for you while we drive down the road. Put all the trash in the bag. Don’t make things hard for Walter.”

“I’m going to make something hard for Walter, very soon!” Chloe said. The other girls laughed.

“Chloe, if I had put money on a Vegas bet of ‘which Clam Bunny gets to Walter’s cock first?’ I would have put my entire 401K on you, girl! Damn, no wonder you are the lead captain! Such a hot sexy slut! Ladies, your leader!” She pointed to Chloe, laughing. Chloe took a bow. The other girls were laughing hysterically.

“Seriously though, Chloe, if you are, and I’m sure you will, just make sure it’s when we stop, or after the press conference is over. No sex during drive time. Not even a hand job, blow job, or foot job! Period. He’s got to drive and his job is to keep us safe on the road. All other times, fair game, no rules. I mean it!” she said firmly.

Chloe knew she was serious from Nicole’s tone. Nicole let her and the other girls have pretty much free reign with their sexual activity on the team, but she was not going to let hormonal arousal get in the way of a safe arrival to a destination.

“Got it, Nicole. Don’t worry. But it’s going to happen. I’m getting him first, and before tonight. I’ve got a date night with Daddy, so I have to get Walter inside me this afternoon!” She went back on the bus, and leaned over to whisper into Walter’s ear.

Hey, baby! At the next stop, meet me at the back of the bus when girls get off to go pee. I’ve got something nice, pink, and warm for you. No condoms needed. You game?” She grinned at him.

He looked up at her and said, “We have to stop in 100 miles. Company rules. It has to be at least 20 minutes I know we are on a time crunch to get to the hotel and then the stadium. It won’t take me 20 minutes, I can promise you. It’s been several days, baby.”

She smiled at him and said, “Well, we’re going to take of that, I promise you, baby. Little Chloe is the solution to Little Walter’s frustration. Or is it Big Walter? Either way, it’s going inside me 100 miles from here. Chloe went back to her seat to enjoy her lunch. She turned to Abby and said, “I told you I would have him in my shorts before we got to the hotel! He’s going to fuck me at the next stop, so I need you make sure all the girls get out to go pee.”

Abby said, “You are such a great soccer slut, girl! And don’t worry, the rest of them already figured it out. And they are going to give both of you a little privacy. But just one thing, make sure you fuck him in YOUR seat, not on any of the others. YOU have to sit in his cum puddle if it oozes out of you before you get your shorts back up. Deal?”

Chloe smiled and said, “Deal. But you usually don’t have any issues laying in a wet puddle of cum when our daddies tag team both of us.”

Abby said, “Yeah, I know, but I don’t want to sit in a wet cum-stained seat the rest of the weekend unless it’s mine, or his flowing out of ME. It’s different when it’s our daddies, and we always change the sheets the next morning so they’re clean. This is a motor coach. Can’t clean the cum from the seats during the trip, Chloe.”

Chloe almost spit out her drink at this statement. But she knew Abby was right. The finished their lunch and took a nap.

Reaching the rest stop, Walter pulled in and said, “Ladies, we have to stop. Company rules. We will depart in 20 minutes and should be at the hotel in about an hour, fifteen minutes or so. Be back ready to leave so we are on time. I want to get you to the hotel on time. You have a big afternoon ahead of you.”

Nicole echoed Walter’s instructions. “Ladies, go inside, pee, maybe walk around a bit, get a snack if you want it, charge it to our team card. And any of you that find yourselves, let’s say, attracted to any cute daddy that might be looking for a bit of quick fun, in twenty minutes we leave. Your hot little asses all need to be here, ready to go. So, it needs to be quickie; make him shoot fast, ladies, no time to get yourselves off. You will have plenty of time for that tonight. With your daddies, or with toys. We brought a full assortment. So pee, suck or fuck, and get back here on time.”

I got off the bus, Nicole got off, and all the girls followed. Walter was out to help each of them down the stairs, and took time to again stare at their lovely feet and toes. The girls loved this attention, and all smiled at him as he stared.

When they were all out, he got back on the bus, and closed the door, locking it. He made is way to the back, and Chloe was already fully undressed, her back up against the window of her seat, her legs in the air, and her pussy open and waiting.

“Fuck me, Walter! Fuck your little soccer slut, baby! Put that dick of yours inside me!” she said.

Walter dropped his pants, and his cock was hard as a rock. Chloe looked at it and said, “Ooooh, I think that’s Big Walter. Stick him in me! And cum for Chloe! Inside me! Don’t pull out. I want it all.”

He leaned over the seat edge, the armrest pulled up already, and he inserted his dick into Chloe’s open, wet pussy. As he went deep inside her, he was amazed at just how smooth, and snug she was. She began to move her hips against his thrusts, forcing his cock to fuck her rapidly. Walter didn’t try to control the speed of their fucking. He let Chloe lead the pace as he savored this young vixen’s cunt with enthusiasm.

His thoughts began to run. ‘This is wonderful. God damn! I haven’t had any pussy in several days due to being on the road, and the nightly jerk off sessions just don’t hit like a soft, pink pussy of a young girl. God, she’s wonderful! She’s just as good as my daughter, Jessica! God damn! I wonder if that’s what Nicole meant by her little spiel earlier today?’

He looked at Chloe as he kept fucking her cunt, and said, “Chloe, baby! Your pussy is so snug and so good, baby? Whose fucking it, because you fuck like a little minx! Shit!”

She said, “My Daddy! He fucks me almost every night and has since graduation night. Uncle Dave too. And several other daddies on the team, Walter. You are very privileged, not only fuck my pussy, but to be our driver. Nicole doesn’t just trust this to anyone. You have to be the right one! And your cock is so good! When was the last time you fucked a pussy, because I want all that cum in your balls in just a minute, baby!”

He kept fucking her, and he said, “My daughter, Jessica. I fucked her just before my last trip. When I got home from it, I had to immediately get ready for this one, so we haven’t fucked in a few days. I fucked her on prom night, then we started fucking almost every night. Her mom and I divorced in the fall semester, and we started to pet and kiss every night. Eventually, she told me she would take care of my manly needs happily. It was hand jobs, blow jobs, and foot jobs till before prom.

“She told me that she was going to prom with some friends without a date. None of them had dates. I told her that was fine, but I would be her date. She told me that was what she was hoping for. I met her at the hotel after she hung with her friends that night. We fucked for the first time that night, and she told me she was my prom queen forever. We’ve been screwing consistently since then.”

As he continued to fuck her, Chloe said, “That is so sweet, Walter. So wonderful that you love your daughter enough to fuck her, and she loves you the same way. Don’t ever let that love die, baby. Make it last forever, because it’s a special kind of love between daddy and daughter. All of us are fucking our daddies. And Uncle Dave. Nicole is his niece, and he put that baby into her that she’s carrying. Our daddies are all going to get a chance to fuck her while she’s pregnant! “

This sent Walter over the edge, and he shot a steady load of thick, sticky, white goo up Chloe’s pussy, splashing against her cunt walls, and deep inside her. She moaned softly as she felt the warm sticky fluid make contact with her pussy.

They kissed gently, and Walter pulled his cum-covered dick out of her spunk filled cunt. She reached down, inserted a finger into herself, and put a nice load onto her fingers, bringing to her mouth, and sucked it off her fingers.

“Ummmm! You taste yummy, baby! I hope your daughter swallows every drop of you when she sucks you off. If she doesn’t, she doesn’t know what she’s missing, for sure!” Chloe said, as sh pulled her shorts up, and his cum immediately creating a huge wet spot in her crotch.

“Oh, she does, baby! She swallows it every time. And she loves it! Such a good little girl! I’m kind of glad her mom did divorce me, because that’s the only way I would have been able to start fucking my little Angel. Best decision that woman ever made! Ok, we gotta get going. That was awesome, Sweetie! Love you pussy!” He kissed her again and went to open the door of the bus.

The girls began to board, and the faint scent of sex became stronger as they filed to their seats if located in the back.

“Hey, Chloe! No fucking way! You did not! You did not let Walter fuck you first! You did!! OMG! You are such a fucking slut! No wonder we voted you lead captain! Damn, girl! How was he? Is his dick worthy of our cunts?” Brenda asked.

“Definitely. And I have a bit of news for all of you as well. But I gotta let Nicole know first. Tell you all later, but it’s fucking hot!” she said.

We pulled out and headed down the interstate, actually ahead of schedule. Chloe texted Nicole.

Ping. ‘You ain’t gonna believe this. Keep Walter as our full time driver. Hire him! Give him a contract, bitch! I’m serious. Not just because he has a great cock and knows how fuck soccer pussy, and all the girls will love having a go with him, but bigger than that! He fucks his daughter! He made her his prom queen on her prom night! He’s been fucking her ever since, almost every night except whnhe’s on the road with a team. OMG! It’s perfect! We have a driver and we don’t have to be discreet about what we do with our daddies!’

Ping. ‘Fuck me! Seriously! Holy fuck! This so perfect on so many levels. I’ll explain to you girls later on. But yes, we will offer him a full time position as our driver. Thanks, Chloe. You are my favorite slut on the entire slut team! Love you!’

Nicole told me, I’ve got news for you but later. Chloe just gave me some good intel on Walter. I’ll fill you in after our pressers, and before you go to fuck Emily and Katie.”

We arrived at the hotel ahead of schedule. Just as Walter had guaranteed we would. The girls all got off the bus, again with Walter helping them down and all of them now knowing and loving the drill. They gave him deliberate poses with the feet, showing off their toes for him. And as they got off the bus, all of them, to a girl, bent down to ‘readjust’ their back packs before putting them on, giving him a close up view of their lovely asses, most of them with their ass cheeks hanging out.

Chloe was last off the bus, giving his quick kiss, and then bending over to adjust her backpack, made sure he could see the large wet spot that had stained her shorts; the spot was all his doing, and she made sure he had a chance to see his handiwork. She looked back at him and smiled, then winked before walking to the lobby with very pronounced, sexy sway in her hips for his enjoyment.

Nicole gave the girls their room keys and told them, “Ladies, a suite for each of you, and your daddy, if he is coming. Fully stocked fridge in each one; snacks in each room, along with drinks. Ladies, we are guests of this tournament sponsor, so act like we’ve been there. You have exactly 30 minutes to get changed.

“Light pink jersey, light pink game shorts, thong panties for the first presser, it’s a general press conference, so family-friendly. High heels are fine, all of you in white ones. Not too much sexiness for this one. Again, it’s general. Some of it will be on the local news so make it a clean impression. Autographed pics of your uniforms and cleats for this one.

“When this one is over, we come back here, and we will have time to change into a sexier look for the real presser. See you in thirty.” We went upstairs to our room to change. Suddenly, Nicole’s phone rang. She answered it. All I could hear was her end of the conversation.

“Yes, this Nicole. Oh, hey! So glad to hear from you. Are we all set for this afternoon at the hotel for the presser, and the photo shoots of the girls?

“I see. Ok, so what’s the new plan?”

She was intently listening for several minutes, and then a huge smile broke out across her face.

“Are you serious? Really! Oh my god! Yes, we are in! Absolutely! This is great! But the girls won’t be able to be ready by 3:00. They need to take care of the pedicure request. Oh, wow!! Definitely, we will have that taken care. We can do it here? Fantastic! So, can we schedule the the presser for 5:00 or 5:30 then? Most of the girls have engagements at 7:00 with their dads, or with each other. Ok? Great! Thank you so much! A million thanks! We look forward to this evening! And I will let the girls know! Good bye!”

She hit disconnect, looked at me and squealed! She said, “Oh my fucking god, baby! Oh my fucking god! We just hit the big time with sponsorship! Oh my fucking god! I’ll tell you in after the general press conference, but it’s fucking awesome on so many levels! We have moved the Lifestyle presser to 5:00 or even 5:30 if needed. This one won’t take but maybe half an hour. Come on, let’s go!”

I was now very curious, but she wouldn’t tell me anything else. All she said was, “It’s big, honey! It’s fucking big for the girls! And our brand!”

We boarded the bus and headed for the stadium. Nicole told the girls, “Ladies, remember, this is a family and general public press conference so keep your answers very vague, and public friendly. Keep your toes prominently displayed, but keep your uniforms in proper place. Don’t show any tits, or pussy. Smile, and be very receptive to questions. It will take about half and hour, and then I have some news to share with you!”

The girls were all buzzing with curiosity at Nicole’s hint, but they trusted her. Completely.

We arrived and the other teams were also there, ready for the media onslaught. All of our opponents were dressed in their uniforms as well, but all were wearing their cleats. Our girls stepped out of the coach in their high heels, and confidently took their spot that had been reserved. The other teams were awe struck, to say the least. Several girls jaws dropped as they saw us strut in, sexy, but confident, powerful and determined. We had a trophy to take, and this was part of the psychological gamesmanship; the first salvo had been launched, our girls had won.

Abby and Chloe, along with Nicole and myself took our places at the interview table. The rest of the girls stood off to the side, making sure that their legs and toes were fully exposed, along with our team name, Clam Bunnies” across their chests. They all smiled confidently.

The interview began, with most of the other teams getting questions first. They all gave generic, bullshit answers like most teams do. Nicole smiled at me, and at Abby and Chloe. She winked at them. They winked back. They knew how to handle this.

When it was our turn, Nicole took the mic and said, “We are excited to be here and represent our brand, the Clam Bunnies, in this great event. We came to win, and that is what we do best. We are undefeated going back a few years, at the interscholastic level, and now the *********** premiere level. We look forward to a great tournament and great competition.”

Reporter: “So, why the name change? And why ‘Clam Bunnies’? That’s very unique name.’

Nicole: We changed our name after our senior year season was finished so that we wouldn’t be representative of our high school anymore. They are great, but we wanted to create our own identity so the next group of high school girls wasn’t living in our shadows. They deserve their own success. Our name is unique. That is why we chose it. We are close to the coast, and bunnies are such cute little animals. So, we combined the two names together.”

Reporter: ‘Abby, what do you feel your is your most important role as team captain?’

Abby: ‘Well, as captain my role is to mainly try to lead by example. I want to be a great example of what we embody as a team. If I do that, then I have done what the girls expect me to do for them. They follow my example, and Chloe’s. We take our role very seriously.’

Reporter: ‘Chloe, what do you see as your team’s most valuable asset, and strategy of success?’

Chloe: ‘Well, I won’t give away our strategy to any of our worthy opponents here today, but we believe in trust, loyalty, and full devotion to each other, and making sure each girl’s needs are fulfilled as a teammate. Our locker room culture is extremely supportive and we have quite a bit of outside team bonding, along with our families, and each other’s families. It makes us better on the field.’

Reporter: ‘Dave, all the girls call you ‘Uncle Dave’. How did that come about? And what is your goal as their new head coach?’

I told them, ‘My goal is for us to be very close as a team, with lots of bonding, and developing of trust. We have to all be on the same page, and the girls have all bought in to that idea, fully. As for the ‘Uncle’ moniker, well you know that Nicole is my niece. My first day at practice, one of the girls jokingly called me ‘Uncle Dave’ as she was teasing Nicole about having always been spoiled by me. The name kind of stuck. I told all of them they could call me that if they wanted. They all refer to themselves as ‘my nieces’. It’s a team thing, now.’

Reporter: ‘Well, many of our patrons find it absolutely adorable and they wish that their girls’ coaches were as caring and focused on the girls as you are with yours. You have lots of fans, and it’s only growing bigger.’

Reporter: ‘Nicole, so your girls always seem to fully embrace their feminine side as much as their soccer athletic ability side. Why is that? Don’t you feel that makes your girls sexual objects instead of soccer celebrities?’

Nicole: ‘Absolutely not. In fact, just the opposite. It sends a loud and clear message to all girls that you can be all feminine, and be an outstanding soccer girl, all at the same time. You don’t have to switch off your feminine side, or your sexuality, just to play a match. We want young girls to embrace their confidence, and their power. We want them to be strong and independent, beautiful young ladies. That’s what we represent to all young girls out there. Ladies, be proud of being a girl. Dress like a confident girl; wear that makeup proudly; show off your beauty in a confident way; don’t be afraid to display your gorgeous feet and toes; keep your nails done beautifully; keep your hair gorgeously managed; wear the lashes; and be totally one hundred percent a gorgeous young lady. Be proud of who you are, and work hard to get what you want, no matter what it is. We are with you and cheering for you? Right, Ladies?”

All the girls cheered loudly, and applauded, smiling and whistling for the audience present, and for those watching on the tournament network feed.

Nicole said, “Thank you all. We look forward to tomorrow’s matches. Thank you to the sponsors. We have another media engagement so please excuse us. Good day, everyone!”

We shook hands with all the girls on the other teams, and a couple of girls gave Nicole a quick kiss on the cheek, congratulating her on the baby bump. Nicole thanked them, and told both of them, “If you are interested, we may have a couple of roster spots in the near future. Both of you seem very affectionate with your daddies. If you get the drift.”

They both nodded, smiling, and said, “Yes, we are. And we are interested, for that reason.”

Nicole told them, “I’ll be in touch with you soon, or my recruiting coordinator when we get back home. Enjoy your daddies!” She kissed them both on the lips. They smiled and ran back to their team.

“Ladies, meet me in the locker room, quickly. I have big news for you! Hurry, we are pressed for time!” Nicole smiled at me and said, “Wait till you hear this, my love! It will blow your mind!”

We went to the locker room, and Nicole locked the door behind her, not wanting any surprise interruptions. Tony was there, and stood outside the door, telling anyone who wanted access to us that it was a private team meeting.

Nicole said, “Ladies, listen up. This is fucking huge! I mean really big! I got a phone call just before we left, and I want to share this with all of you. It will literally change our brand completely. So listen closely.

“We just landed a major, ginormous multi-sponsorship deal! Some of you remember that photo shoot I had you do for Teen Soccer Sluts National a few weeks ago? You know, the one that featured all of your toes, and your tight little asses, along with a few soccer balls thrown in? Well, they were the ones that called.

“They are going to be our new corporate sponsor! But, they have also partnered with the Family Love publication, and with Daddy Daughter Monthly. They are now a single entity and will be known as Daddy’s Soccer Sluts, Inc. going forward. We are now sponsored by them.

“So, now all our travel, our expenses, and our entire season is paid for by them. In return, we give them exclusive access to our practices, our matches, our other activities, and interviews, along with pictures and photo spreads. For that access, they will also provide a lot of things for us.

“When we get back to the hotel, each of you will have a package that has been delivered to your room. In it you will find two low cut white, almost sheer tops, two pair of extra tight, sheer lycra pink shorts, two pink g-strings with a sheer patch covering the crotch; and a full gift set of makeup including foundation, blush, pink lip gloss in high shine, mascara, several sets of lashes, and two pair of diamond dangle earrings. You can’t wear those during matches, of course. Also, two diamond studded anklets, one for each ankle.

“In addition, I need all of your shoe sizes by tonight. They will be providing each of you with three sets of brand new open toe, 2” high heels, in shiny black, shiny pale pink, and glossy white. You will only wear their footwear to events, and to all matches upon arrival, and also upon departure after matches. They will also provide each of you with two pair of hot pink cleats that will arrive at the facility on Monday, along with the heels.”

The girls were screaming with excitement. Chloe said, “Holy shit! You didn’t have to fuck anyone to get us all this SWAG, did you Nicole? But we’ll all gladly fuck the guys who are providing all this for us! Wow!”

The other girls voiced their approval as well.

Nicole said, “Also, from now on, we will have a consistent look with our nails and toes whenever playing in one of their sponsored events, or doing sponsorship stuff, whatever it may be. All of you will need to keep your nails done in a medium length soft nude pink with high gloss top coat. And your toes will need to be done with a cool pink, and chrome top coat.

“They will ship all the polish directly to Ms. Lee, and will pay for all manicures and pedicures whenever needed before an event or match. They will also tip Ms. Lee and her girls appropriately. All of you will go to the hotel nail spa and get your nails and toes done when we get back. They have sent enough nail techs to get all of your taken care of by 5:00 p.m. That is the time of their presser.

“And, if you need a pussy wax, you wait till the day before one of their events, and they will pay for it. So your daddies may have to endure a little bit of stubble for a couple of days, but they will understand. We will eventually play an exclusive schedule with them, and no independent matches anymore.”

She looked at me, and I smiled at her. All the girls were so excited! They were buzzing with conversation, and happy beyond de***********ion. A couple of them asked, “So, will we have time to at least blow our daddies before our press conference? I want show off my new mani and pedi before dinner, so Daddy gets excited to fuck me later tonight.”

“Linda, you always get your daddy excited! But yes, you will have time to give your daddies a quick hand job, or blow job, but not enough time to fuck. And besides that, I don’t want any of you having cum leaking out of your pussies at our first major press event, Ladies! Let’s go.” She smiled at them and then said, “I love all of you! You made this happen. See, being a slutty soccer girl pays off! And fucking your daddies has also helped! Keep it up, Ladies!”

We got back to the hotel and Nicole went downstairs to the nail spa with the girls to get her nails and toes done as well. I called Tony and told him the news. He was fired up. He said he would have Melissa at the hotel later that evening and that she was so excited to spend time with Nicole tonight. I told her that she would definitely enjoy her evening.

About an hour later, there was a knock on the door. I went to answer it, and it was Monica. She came in, and kissed me on the lips. She said, “Uncle Dave, Mike is here and we have had a good visit. I think we have it all worked out, but I just got a text from Nicole. She wants a favor out of me. She wants to know if I’ll let Mike get tag teamed by Gina and Debra, our new recruits. I really wanted to let Mike fuck me tonight, especially since we have it all straightened out. He apologized and told me he never meant to hurt me, and that after that experience, he now knows that we are supposed to be together.”

I told her, “Sweetie, do what you think is right. Nicole will understand either way. If you are ok with waiting till tomorrow night for Mike to fuck you, then that’s ok. If you don’t want him to fuck Debra and Gina tonight, that’s also ok. What do want to do?”

She said, “I’m ok letting him fuck both of them tonight. I’ll tell him it’s my makeup gift to him for being such a bitch. But Uncle Dave, I’m so horny now, having figured that Mike was going to fuck me later tonight.”

I looked at her and said, “Monica, honey, you know your Uncle Dave would never let any of my niece’s pussies ever lack for attention. Lay down and spread your legs, baby. We still have time to fuck since you were one of the first to get your nails and toes done. And that pink combination is so fucking beautiful! I know now why our new sponsor chose that palette for all you. It will make a guy’s dick hard in about five seconds!”

She smiled and said, “Yeah, I can’t wait to show it to Mike. And to Daddy when we get home. They will be so happy we have a big sponsor now. Daddy was thinking about taking on extra time at work to make sure I had all my soccer fees and expenses paid. Now he won’t have to.”

Monica stripped naked, her gorgeous 36D tits falling out of her shirt before she could take it all way off. Her pussy was as beautiful as ever. She spread her legs and I mounted her, inserting my dick into her bald snatch. God, she was always amazing every time I fucked her. She locked her ankles around me, and I began to fuck her cunt rapidly.

Shoving it in and out of her, I looked her in the eyes and said, “You’re so beautiful, Monica! God, you are gorgeous! I love fucking you, baby! Such a good little niece for your uncle. Ummm, baby!”

She said, “Yeah, I want to be a good little niece every time, Uncle Dave. I want you to love my pussy. I love your uncle dick in me! It feels so good. So hard, so stiff. Oooh, fuck me good, baby! Your niece wants you to cum in her!”

I kept pounding her pussy for several more minutes, her cunt now slick with her juices, and coating my cock with them as it went in and out of her. She told me, “Do it! Cream my cunt! Do it! I need to feel that hot spunk go inside me! Do it!”

That was enough for me to shoot rope after rope up her fuck tunnel, my cum hitting and splashing her pussy walls, and then flowing into her. She moaned softly as I finished shooting my load. She kissed me on the lips, driving her tongue into my mouth.

“God, I wish you were my real uncle! I love you, Uncle Dave! Nicole is so fucking lucky! I am so jealous of her sometimes, but she does share you with all of us, and that’s fucking great!” she said happily.

“Monica, all of you are my nieces, don’t forget that. Nicole just happens to be by blood relation, that’s all. You girls are kind of like ‘nieces by marriage’ sort of. Not my biological nieces, but if you were sister’s daughters, and I was married to her sister, then it’s like that. Lots of nieces are their uncles’ nieces by marriage only. So think of it like that. It’s the same thing,” I told her as I pulled off of her, and laid next her, holding her closely.

“Yeah, that makes sense, Uncle Dave. And it’s so hot to be niece getting fucked by her uncle. That’s so hot and so taboo! Thanks for fucking me, Uncle Dave. My pussy is now happy. I’ll tell Mike to come down here after dinner. He’ll love to get two young, new soccer recruit pussies.”

We got up, and got dressed. Monica left and passed Nicole in the hallway. I heard her tell Nicole, Mike will be up after dinner, Sweetie! And Uncle Dave took care of me. Thanks, my love!”

Nicole said, “You are welcome, my love! And thanks for letting me borrow Mike tonight. I’ll also make it up to your pussy soon. Maybe when we get back Sunday afternoon? You and Mike can come over to the apartment before you both go home?”

Monica said, “Deal, baby! Mike will love that. He hasn’t fucked you since your baby bump has grown so much. It’s so fucking sexy and fuckable now! Love you! See you tomorrow.”

Nicole came in and gave me a huge, sloppy kiss. “Thanks for taking care of her, baby! I was hoping you would when she came down to ask you about what she should do. I told her to ask for your opinion, and was really hoping that you would fuck her. She told me she was so fucking horny! I love you baby! Come on, we need to go downstairs. Presser starts in a few minutes, and your dick is going to be so hard seeing all your nieces with their nails polished so pretty, and their toes all in chrome pink polish! And with this presser, if you get a boner, it’s ok, my love.”

We went to the elevator holding hands, and pushed the button to the banquet hall level, below the main lobby. We walked out holding hands tightly, as this audience fully understood the love that we had for each other.

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The girls bond after practice. I fuck Gina as part of makeup session, and Debra has decided she wants to be full blown soccer slut, the footsteps of Nicole, Abby, and Chloe. Nicole secures national sponsorship and marketing deals, and plans to take our brand nationally.

“Daddy, hurry up! I have to be at practice early today for my make up session with Uncle Dave for missing part of yesterday, remember? I can’t be late for that or Nicole said I may not get to play in the tournament this weekend,” Gina said to her dad.

“I know, mija. Just un momento, por favor, mi amor. Papi is almost ready,” he said from behind the bedroom door. He held Gia’s head close to his abdomen and pressed her against himself, driving his cock into his oldest daughter’s mouth, Gia sucking and licking her daddy vigorously.

“Ummm, mijita! Yeah, mija! Make Papi cum, mija! Ummmm, bueno!” he said as she looked up at him with her dark, sexy eyes, her lips wrapped around his dick. She caressed his ball sack gently with her nails, polished a dark burgundy, and a bit longer than her usually manicure length. She sucked her daddy faster, milking his cock, knowing that Gina had to get to practice soon.

Her dad exploded into her mouth and down her willing throat, Gia taking every spurt and swallowing it as it hit her tongue. She managed a bit of a smile with her dad’s cock still in her mouth, her eyes lighting up as she made him cum intensely. Gia licked his cock clean and kissed it as she pulled her lips away from it, and stood up, hugging her dad tightly.

“Papi! I love to suck your cock, Papi! You always give me such a nice load of Papi spunk every single time. And I think my new manicure length and color turn you on, mi amor! You want me to keep them long from now on to caress you so sexy?” she asked.

Her dad said, “Si, mi amor! They are so pretty, and you are so beautiful! Papi loves you, mija! Pero, I have to take Gina to practice now, mi amor. And you need to get ready for work. See you a la noche’, mija!” He kissed her softly and pulled up his pants, and went downstairs.

“Ok, mija, let’s go. You won’t be late. I promise,” he told her. She smiled at him, and said, “Papi, did you give Gia a nice load? She told me last night that she was going to swallow all your spunk this morning. Did she?”

He looked at her, grinned and said, “Mija, both of you always take such good care of your Papi! I love you both so much! Both of you always make me cum so much jizz every single time you suck me, or let me fuck you. It’s wonderful having two gorgeous daughters to enjoy.”

They arrived at the facility, and Gina leaned over to kiss her dad passionately on the lips before getting out of the car. He told her, “Mija, make sure to take care of Uncle Dave during your make up session. You need to earn that position back for Friday, mija. You let Uncle Dave tell you what you need to do, and you do it. Make sure he sees your brand new pedicure, and that pretty cherry red polish you picked out. Love you, mi amor. Text me when practice is over.”

She got out and went inside, wearing her tight black nylon booty shorts, and her black strappy sandals, and a very low cut white t-tshirt, without her bra. Herr nipples were already hard and erect as she entered my office, obviously aroused and ready to make up for yesterday’s early departure.

“Hey, Uncle Dave! I’m here, just like you told me to be. Where’s Nicole?” Gina asked.

I smiled at her, and said, “Hey, Sweetie. Nicole went to the sports outlet to pick up a few things for all of you for this weekend that came in this morning. She’ll be back in about an hour.” I eyed her up down, admiring her tits that were definitely displaying her horniness at the moment. I gazed down and saw her pretty toes, and gave a nod of approval.

“I love that cherry red, Sweetheart! A nice change from the pinks and nudes that you usually put on your toes. What prompted that color choice? I love it! It’s so different for you, and so gorgeous!” I told her.

She smiled, and came in closer, giving me a closer look at her pedicure. “I just wanted to do something a little different for you, that’s all. I know pinks and nudes are your favorite, but I thought this cherry red looked really sexy, and I wanted to really start going down the path of embracing the soccer slut persona that Nicole wants us to possess. I want to be a full blown soccer slut for the Clam Bunnies, Uncle Dave.”

My dick was dancing at hearing this little cutie express her deepest aspiration of soccer girl talent goals. She was absolutely a perfect acquisition those few weeks ago, and was buying in completely.

I told her, “Sweetheart, you are well on your way to being one of our up and coming little sluts, for sure. Now, take off those sexy shorts, and that cute little shirt, and come here so you can make up for missing yesterday. I pulled off my shorts and my cock sprang to its full length, hard and stiff, ready to penetrate Gina’s gorgeous Latina cunt.

She came over, and straddled me in my chair, facing me, and sat down, impaling herself on my dick, and put her arms around my neck, looked me in the eye, and said, “Fuck your newest slut, Uncle Dave. Fuck my Latina pussy good and hard. Give it to me. Make me a soccer whore!” She began to ride up and down, and I started to thrust upward in sync with her movements.

God, her pussy was so tight and smooth! Gina continued to fuck my stick, slamming down on my lap hard with each downward motion. I was thrusting equally hard on the upward motion, driving my cock as deep into her as far as it would go. She was grinding and rubbing her pelvis against me as we fucked.

“Uncle Dave, you fuck me so good, baby! Damn, your dick is so thick and long! I’ve wanted you inside me again ever since that first night at your apartment when I interviewed with you. I loved that fucking you gave me! Ummmm, yesssssss! Ummmmmmm!” Gina kept bouncing up and down on me, and kissing me intermittently.

I grabbed her by her hips, and began to take her up and down myself on my cock, using her as a human sex doll, fucking her and pounding her cunt vigorously. I could tell I was about to cum any minute now.

“Ohhhh, Baby! Uncle Dave is ready to cum inside you, Sweetie! You’re about to make me cum, honey! Get ready, my love!” I told her, as we gazed lustfully into each other’s eyes while we screwed.

Gina had a huge smile come across her face, and said, “Do it, Baby! Cum inside me, and make me your newest soccer slut, Uncle Dave! Do it! Shoot your Uncle juice deep into me!”

I blasted several thick, sticky streams of cum up her cunt, spashing against the smooth, pink walls of her pussy, and into her fuck chamber. She moaned softly as she felt its warmth flood her pussy. “Ummmm, that’s so warm and soothing, Uncle Dave. Oh god, it feels so thick. You shot a load into me, baby. I love it! Feels so good.” She cooed softly and then leaned forward to hug me and plant a wet, sloppy kiss on my lips, my cock still inside her 18-year old cunt.

About that time, Nicole walked in, carrying a large box, and sat it down on the desk beside hers. She looked over, and said, “Well, I see you have almost finished your make up practice, Sweetie.”

I said, “Hey, Baby! She has, and such a great session she had too!”

Gina looked over, and said, “Hey, Nicole. I promised you I would be here. And damn, Uncle Dave fucks so good! Just like that first time he fucked me! He’s going to make me a soccer slut, Nicole! Isn’t that fucking awesome!”

Nicole smiled, and said, “That’s great, Sweetie! I’m so happy to hear that you want to fully buy in to our brand and philosophy! But to be a true slut, you have to be willing to do anything, with anybody, male or female. And you have a lot of cum oozing out of your gorgeous pussy right now. Be a shame to waste it all. Come here, my love. Let Nicole clean you up before practice starts.”

Gina excitedly hopped off my lap, knowing what was about to happen, and she was very willing to let it take place. Nicole was about to lick all of my cum from Gina’s pussy, and she was giddy at the thought of having that done to her.

She sat on Nicole’s desk, legs spread wide open, my cum plainly visible inside her cunt. Nicole knelt down, and looked at Gina’s cum-fucked pussy, and said, “Damn, baby! You did put a load up inside this beautiful fuck toy, didn’t you? It’s a good thing she’s on the pill, or that much cum would definitely be making her your next true niece, for sure!” she said sexily.

Then she told Gina, “And those toes of yours! That color is giving true slut vibes, honey! Uncle Dave, have you tasted her toes yet today? Come here and suck these beauties while I eat your cum out of her pussy.”

Gina said, “Yes, Uncle Dave. Suck them for me, please? That’s another reason I did them for you yesterday afternoon at my appointment. I know you love to suck our toes, and I wanted mine to be pretty for you. And to make me a bit more slutty.”

I went over and put her little toe on her right foot into my mouth and began to suck it gently, while my niece began to lick her cunt, savoring my spunk, that was now mixed with her own pussy juices. Gina began to moan softly as she was being ravished by both of us, leaning back against the wall, and letting us have our way with her feet and her pussy.

I moved to each successive gorgeously polished toe, and sucked it lovingly, running my tongue over the smooth polished surface several times before moving to the next sexy digit. I saved both of her big toes for the final sucking, while Nicole was almost finished cleaning out her pussy with her tongue. She was now flicking Gina’s clitoris intermittently as well, driving her into a state of sexual arousal that was sending her into the beginnings of a orgasm.

Sensing Gina’ impending ecstasy journey beginning, I then took a big toe and sucked it hard, as if it were a giant lollipop, and I was a kid at the circus enjoying that sweet treat. My tongue ran over the red nail, licking it and in between her first and second toe, fucking that gap furiously. This, along with Nicole’s continual assault on Gina’s love button, was driving her insane. She began to buck, and tremble, her legs starting to shake slightly, her hips moving up and down, trying to fuck Nicole’s tongue with her cunt, and she pressed her head against the wall in a display of orgasmic joy.

Gina then screamed loudly, “Ohhhhhh myyyyyyyy fucccckkkkinnnngggg God! Fucccccckkkkk!! Ummmmmmm!! God! Hoooollllyyyyyyyyyyyyy Fuuuucckkkkinnnggggg Dammmmnnnnn!! God! Oooohhhhhh Fuuuuccckkkkk!!”

She came down from her high finally, and went limp against the wall, leaning back against it, her legs now dropping on the desk, and hanging down. I looked at Nicole, she looked at me, and we both smiled at each other. We had just given Gina her first soccer slut lesson and she had scored an A+, without a doubt. We had our newest ambassador for the Clam Bunnies, now waiting in the wings, ready to fuck, to be fucked, and to recruit girls, as well as convince daddies. She was so fantastic.

“Oh my god, I’ve never cum like that, ever! Not even the first time Papi fucked me and took my virginity on my 18th birthday. Holy shit! That was great! And I loved it!” Gina said happily, as she put her shorts and t-shirt back on. Her legs were still trembling slightly as she got dressed. Nicole kissed her on the lips.

“You were fabulous, Sweetie. And your pussy tastes wonderful, especially your juices mixed with all that cum. I’m proud of you, baby. You have bought in so quickly to the Clam Bunny concept. Keep it up, my love. You are going to really be a great addition to our continued success, both on and off the field. Now hustle up, and go get your cleats and socks on for practice. The rest of the girls will be here soon,” Nicole told her.

Nicole gave me a kiss, and told me, “Thanks, my love. You were so gentle with her, and she was such a little adorable cutie! I love you! Now, let’s get practice finished soon. I want to have a film session for all the girls, and I have their new uniforms for the tournament. They are so fucking hot and sexy! Wait till you see them! Every daddy and brother, and all other guys at the matches won’t be able to hide their boners when they see our girls wearing these! And all the other girls will want to be part of us when they see how they get to dress for matches!”

We held practice, and it was indeed a short one, as we were departing the next day, and didn’t want the girls to get worn out. Well, at least not from soccer practice, anyway. When Nicole finished up the final drills, she gathered the girls around her for a quick huddle meeting, having them all sit down on the grass, in a circle. They began to remove their cleats and socks, and flexed their toes and feet a few times. Both to let them relax after being in their cleats, but also to give me a eyeful of polished toes, and a foot fest. This was customary routine after workouts and the girls loved showing off their gorgeous pedicures as much as I enjoyed lusting after them.

A couple of them were grinning as they continued to flex their toes within my sight line. They also parted their legs slightly, revealing the dark, sweaty patch that had developed on their crotch during the workout. It was wonderful sight to enjoy for a few minutes as Nicole briefed them on a few things.

Nicole started her talk:

“Ladies, we’ve had a great few practice sessions, and you are ready for this tournament. We have a reputation to protect, both on and off the field, so make sure you do your part to uphold our brand image, and our style of play, and our style of how we want to carry ourselves as role models for other young ladies. Sexy, independent, strong, confident, and willing to embrace our own desires as young ladies, whatever they might be.

“So, with that in mind, a few things. First, have all of you taken care of your manicure and pedicure appointments? Ms. Lee wanted me to check with you and let her know. Anyone still need to get your nails or toes done before tomorrow?”

Leslie and Valerie raised their hands. “My daddy wasn’t able to take me yesterday like he planned. He had to stay late at the office, so I didn’t get to make my appointment. I called her and canceled. She told me to let you know today,” Leslie said.

Valerie said, “I just fucked up and forgot, Nicole. I’m sorry. It’s been a bit crazy lately. My uncle is in town for the week, and well….you know…I mean, my uncle…..” Her voice trailed off.

Nicole giggled, and so did several of the other girls. Nicole said, “Yes, Val, I get it. He’s kept you very busy. As he should. And you are such a great niece. You always take care of him when he comes to visit, along with your daddy. It’s ok. I understand. Uncle Dave keeps me busy, too!”

The girls all laughed, and Chloe said, “Yeah, he sure does! Look at that cute baby bump getting prettier by the day. You were real busy for a while, Nicole!” They all were laughing hysterically now. Nicole laughed a bit and said, “Yes, I was, and you are all a bunch of pervy slut bitches. Get your mind out of the gutter.” She smiled as she said this.

Abby said, “We are pervy slut bitches, Nicole. That’s why you kept all of us on the roster when Coach stepped aside. You would have cut us if we weren’t pervy slut bitches, and you know it. You love us, and we love you, and we love being sluts!”

Nicole agreed, and then continued: “Ok, Val and Leslie, go right after film and get your nails and toes done. Ms. Lee will stay late for you both. Does anyone need a pussy wax touchup? We can’t afford any pussy stubble at this tournament, ladies. Some of you might be helping recruit other girls and if your pussy isn’t silky smooth, her daddy might not decide to let her sign with us. I want those cunts smooth and bald.”

Linda said, “Mine is a little bit rough. I had it waxed last week, but I think it’s going to need a brief touch up wax. There’s a couple of places that I feel are getting stubbly when I diddle myself at night. So I need to go after film too.”

Nicole said, “Anybody else? Ladies this type of stuff is critical to who we are as team, so let’s make sure we are always well-groomed, and our look is on point. The club is paying for it anytime you need your cunt waxed, or nails polished, or toes done. Make up, lashes, and other cosmetic stuff as well, so don’t wait to get things done. You can get this stuff done whenever you want, however often you want. Nails and toes, at least once a week, pussy waxing whenever it starts to get the least bit rough. Keep it smooth. Nails, medium or long tips, almond or coffin shaped; toe nails, no acrylic tips, just your natural toes polished and kept neatly done.

“We have a new set of uniforms for this tournament, thanks to Tony and his corporate sponsor, as part of our agreement to participate. We’ll get them to you after practice, but you will love them, I promise you. They ooze sexy and they scream slutty. A dark pink set, and a light pink set, similar to what we usually wear, but these are special. We get to keep them and will use them from now on if everyone likes them.

“Film session in 15 minutes. Don’t spend too long in the showers, ladies. You can take full showers after film session. Just a quick soap and rinse right now. Trust me. It will be fine. Wear your extra short practice shirt to film, or no shirt at all, and your black skirts, no panties, and barefoot.”

“So, we can go topless to film session, Nicole?” Debra asked.

“Yes, honey. Topless is fine. The veterans will fill you in during shower time. They know the drill, honey. It’s a fairly new thing we started doing on the day before departure. It’s film session to help all of you bond a bit more. Road trips can be a pain, and get on your nerves. This bonding helps that to be eliminated, and develops our team chemistry,” Nicole said.

Chloe chimed in, “Absolutely, Debra. It’s great! We love day before departure film sessions! You’ll see why. Come on, let’s all get a quick shower and get started. Ms. Lee is waiting for some of you and we don’t want her to be at the salon all night. She takes great care of us so we need to respect her time.”

I loved this new idea of Nicole’s, to help the girls bond more with each other. That helped our play on the field as well because it developed a sense of trust. That was critical during big matches. I was ready to enjoy the session myself, as she had told me that it was a completely free and uninhibited film session each time, limited to an hour.

She brought several towels and cloths into the room, along with a bit of lubricant, and a few other assorted items, including vibrators, dildos, a double headed dildo, and a few masks. The girls filed in, excited and ready to bond, most of them completely topless, letting their gorgeous tits be fully on display for my enjoyment, as well as the other girls on the team.

They all sat down in the sofas, most of them two or three to a sofa, already cuddling close together. Abby and Chloe made sure that Debra and Gina were paired up with two veterans each. Nicole turned down the lights, and turned on the laptop, went to one of her favorite sites, logged in, and broadcast the film from her laptop onto the 85” screen we had on the wall.

The title came up on the screen, “Daddies Love Their Sluts”. It was a favorite porno choice of most of the girls on the team. They all cheered when the video started.

“I love this one! It was the first one I watched with Daddy!” Chloe said.

“Mine too! Daddy let me watch it with him at our first overnight hotel stay. He fucked me the same way several of the daddies fucked their little girls in the video,” Valerie said.

Gina said, “Oooh, I haven’t seen this yet. Papi will have to see it with me and Gia soon!”

Leslie added, “I love this one! My uncle watched it with me and Daddy a few weeks ago. God, it’s so fucking hot! And there’s lot of foot action too. So many daddies love their little girls’ toes as much as they love their pussies!”

“I know, right? It’s such a turn on for your daddy to worship your feet, and suck your toes, then fuck you! I love to let Daddy cum all over my toes!” Kimberly said, already rubbing her pussy as the screen showed a daddy fucking his daughter doggy style in his office.

The girls settled in and began to watch the video, but the first scene was barely finished, and most of them were already putting their fingers up each other’s cunts in their respective sofas. I was watching the girls in the film room giving me a real life porno instead of the film playing on the screen.

Shortly after the next scene started, one with a daddy, his daughter, and his friend, both tag teaming his princess, Kimberly got up and grabbed the two-headed schlong from the table. She said, “I’m getting this before any of you other sluts get it.”

Then she turned to Debra, who was cuddled up with her, and said, “Baby, have you ever fucked a double dildo cock? Let’s do it. I want to feel your sweet, cute little ass rubbing against mine as we get fucked with this bad boy.”

Debra looked at it, and said, “Holy shit! That looks so fucking hot! It’ll be almost like I’m fucking you and you are fucking me if we had actual cocks! Put that gorgeous thing up my pussy, Kimberly!”

Kimberly got on all fours, as did Debra, their asses nearly touching each other, and Kimberly inserted the double dick into her pussy, then held it in place so Debra could back herself into the other head of it. Debra eased her cunt onto it, and moaned loudly as it penetrated her pussy. She had never felt something so good, so huge, and so rigid in her cunt before. She was loving it.

They both began to move back and forth in sync, letting each one fuck the other, bumping their cute, round, bubble asses together on each thrust. Debra was now also kissing Linda, while Linda was getting her cunt eaten by Liz, who had moved off the sofa next to them, and knelt down to eat Linda’s smooth pussy.

I was now jerking my dick steadily while watching the girls pleasure each other lovingly and with lustful passion. Pussies being eaten, dildos being used, vibrators being traded on each other’s partner’s pussies, and make out sessions happening on each sofa.

Abby said, “Uncle Dave, do you need a place to put that gorgeous cock of yours? You can put it in one of my holes? Or maybe Beth’s. You haven’t fucked Beth in quite a while. Beth, you want Uncle Dave’s dick?”

Beth looked up from licking Abby’s cunt, and smiled, then said, “Oh yeah! Put that dick in me! Which hole, Uncle Dave? Your choice!”

I had always loved Beth’s nice, tight, small, petite ass, and it was so lovely in her soccer shorts. I decided I was going to plow it now that she was offering. I told her, “I want that gorgeous ass of yours, honey. Can Uncle Dave fuck your ass?”

She said, “Of course, you’re my uncle. I’m your niece. And nieces always give their uncles what they desire. Especially if daddy isn’t around. Daddy loves my ass, Uncle Dave. You will too! Shoot it deep though. Don’t pull out of me. I want to feel that cum go deep into my rectum!”

I grabbed the lube, and smeared it all over my cock, then stuck my dick up her bunghole. It went in fairly easily, a sign that her ass had been getting regular attention for quite some time. It was so snug, and looking at it as I fucked it, I was fully enthralled with just how petite and cute it really was, now that my dick was buried inside it.

She moved backwards against me as I fucked her forbidden hole, and moaned softly, my dick going in and out of her. Wendy then sat up on the edge of the back of the sofa, and extended her foot toward my mouth.

“Uncle Dave, I’m going to help you cum really hard into Beth’s ass. Here, suck my toes while you fuck her ass, and look at my pussy,” she told me while I kept screwing Beth’s shitter.

Wendy’s toes were absolutely beautiful. She had polished them a gorgeous shade of light lavender, and there was a glittery, shimmery top coat applied to them, giving them an iridescent shine when the light hit them just right. I stuck her big toe in mouth and sucked it with loving adoration and desire.

Beth kept bucking against me, trying to drive my cock deeper and deeper into her. She expressed her enjoyment. “Ummm, yeah, Uncle Dave! You fuck my ass so good! I love a dick up my ass. More than in my pussy, honestly. Daddy loves my ass. You can fuck it anytime you want, Uncle Dave. Just tell me when you want it, and I’ll give it to you.”

I was now sucking Wendy’s other big toe, and was about ready to shoot my load into Beth’s ass. I looked over, and Debra was in a zone of cock fucking joy, her eyes rolled back into her head, a gaze of hypnotic bliss over her face, Kimberly fucking the dildo that impaled Debra’s cunt, as Debra was fucking her end of it with abandon. They both came at the same time, pussy juice flowing out of their cunts, dripping onto the towel underneath them.

That was the turning point for me. I lost it in Beth’s ass seeing those two cuties getting off to each other fucking their respective pussies. I spewed a heavy load into Beth’s ass, and she moaned as it coated her inner walls of her rectum.

“Oooohhhh, that’s so gooooodd! Ummmmm, I feel it! Yeah, Uncle Dave! Your cum deep in my ass! Ummmm! So warm and sticky, so thick! Yesssss! Fuck my ass anytime you want. I’m yours!” she exclaimed with a tone of joy in her voice.

I pulled out of her, and Wendy then dropped down and took my cum coated cock in her mouth and sucked all the remaining cum off of it, cleaning it fully. She smiled at me and said, “I hope you loved my lavender toes, Uncle Dave. I want you to glaze them this weekend at some point. I bet they will look so hot with a load of jizz covering that shiny topcoat!”

“I will, Sweetie! Count on it! And they tasted so yummy! Beth, your ass is now one of my favorite asses to fuck! Get ready, baby! You will have a steady stream of cum up your ass between your daddy’s cock and mine! That was so luscious!” I told them both.

By this time, most of the girls had finished their sex-filled fun with each other, and were now cuddling with each other in post-coital contentment, caressing each other’s faces softly; stroking each other’s hair gently, and kissing one another lovingly.

Nicole turned off the video, and addressed the girls, saying, “Ladies, that was fucking hot as fuck! I hope you all were able to bond a little bit more, and gain some more trust with each other. Monica, you are still a champion pussy licker! My pregnant pussy needed that, for sure! Make sure you clean up the film room, girls. Don’t leave any pussy juice stains on the sofas or chairs. Get your showers, and be ready to depart from here at 10:00 a.m.

“We will have plenty of accessories, make up, lip gloss, etc. so don’t worry if forget anything. We have it all provided for you. Oh, and as always, high heels upon arrival to the stadium for the press conference, and your hot pink skirts. G-strings underneath, just in case the wind blows, and the cameras catch a free shot, they’ll get a nice view of your cunts. We will wear the white, sheer blouses for the presser, no bras. Let those gorgeous tits be fully shown through those tops. Ladies, the sex appeal and the sluttiness needs to be a full assault for the eyes from the moment we step off the bus.

“Your game gear is in your locker, and already prepared. The shorts, as you will see, are very thin and almost sheer, but just enough opacity to not be see-through. When you sweat, your assets between our legs will show nicely. They are a bit tighter than our other set, so enjoy that. The jerseys are also very sheer, but not see-through. Wear an under-wire bra, not a sports bra, so your nipples will displayed when you start sweating and getting worked up during the match.

“High heels and tight shorts to the stadium each day for the matches, and after the matches are over. We will dress at the stadium for each match. No panties for matches. Let that sweat bring attention to your beautiful cunts. You were born with lovely cunts, nice tits, gorgeous asses, and great legs and sexy toes. Show it off, Ladies! Let’s win this fucker, and get a few new recruits along the way.

“There are a few hot soccer daddies out there who need to be fucked and convinced that their little girl needs to be on our roster. Have a great evening. Enoy your night. Let me know which of you will have your daddies cumming, oops, I mean, coming! I just need to put them on the VIP list for the rooming assignments tomorrow before we arrive.”

The girls cleaned up the film room, took their showers, and left. Nicole and I finished packing up the rest of supplies and then went home.

When we arrived back to the apartment, Nicole told me, Baby, that was a great bonding for the girls. It was very successful, don’t you think?”

“It was, Princess. And you made it a great idea, and pitched it to the girls very well earlier this summer. It’s a great way to keep them united and to reduce the bullshit girl nonsense that sometimes gets in the way of teams being successful. And it’s a nice way to create a team tradition before road trip tournaments,” I told her.

She said, “Thanks my love. I’ve got some other information to share with you about what direction I want to take things with our club, but I need you to fuck my mommy pussy first. Watching all the girls get it on with each other this afternoon, and licking your cum out of Debra’s gorgeous little cunt has me needing some cock. Let me ride you, baby!”

“I never tell you ‘No’, Princess. You know that. Come on, let’s go fuck that mommy pussy then you can tell me all about your wonderful ideas over some pizza.”

We went to the bedroom and I laid down on our bed, and my niece straddled me, her cunt hovering over my fully erect dick, her sexy baby bump looking so hot and beautiful. Nicole sat down on my cock and began to ride me, fast and furious. I held her waist with my hands to help keep her balanced, and she fucked my cock for several minutes, riding up and down, as I stayed silent, just enjoying my gorgeous niece getting her rocks off. She deserved it.

I began to thrust up and down to match her bouncing, and soon we were in sync with our fucking. My dick was fully engorged and swollen stiff as it pummeled her cunt. She began to ride faster and harder, telling me, “Cum baby! Give me that baby batter now! Give it to me! I need to feel you shoot your sperm up into me, Uncle Dave! Do it! Fuck your little pregnant niece!”

I could feel my cum making its way to the head of my cock from my balls, and I thrust one or two more times, shooting my sperm into her already fertilized womb. She moaned a sigh of pleasure as she felt it hit her cervix and flow into her cunt, filling her with white cream.

Nicole collapsed on top of me, locking me into a French kiss that lasted several minutes, and when she pulled off my lips, my cock still inside her, she said, “God, I needed that! I needed that so bad, baby! What a great fuck that was! Fast, hot, and hard. My pussy feels so much better now! Thanks, my love, for satisfying my urge to be fucked like a whore!”

She pulled off of my cock, and pulled her skirt back down, then went to the living room to wait for me. I came out and we ordered a pizza for delivery. I asked her, “So, are you going to tip the delivery guy the usual gratuity, Sweetheart?”

Nicole smiled at me and said, “Uh uh. This time I’m going to let him lick my cunt for me. Then I’ll jerk him off onto my feet and let him glaze my toes. He likes doing that. It won’t take long, my love. He’s a fast shooter. I think he doesn’t get much from his girlfriend.”

A few minutes later, the doorbell rang. It was her usual delivery guy. She had him come inside, and grabbed his hand, taking him to our bedroom. She closed the door and locked it.

He was already hard as he sat on the bed, watching Nicole pull off her skirt, looking at her cunt that was still wet from our fuck session just moments ago. She told him, “Lick my cunt, baby. Put your tongue in me and lick it. My uncle just came in my pussy right before you got here. You can clean it out for me if you want. Then I’ll jerk you off onto my toes. Go for it, sweetie.”

He dove in faster than Nicole expected. She spread her legs for him, and he stuck his tongue deep up her fuck channel, licking and slurping her freshly fucked pussy. He cleaned out all the cum that I had left inside her, and then kissed her pussy lips gently and planted a nice long kiss on her clit.

She smiled and said, “Damn! That was great, baby. Now, get ready for a jerk off session. Scoot over.” She sat on the bed and pulled her feet up close so he could stare at them as she stroked his dick with her hand, ensuring that her polished, shiny toes could be seen. After a few minutes of stroking his cock, he began to ooze a steady stream of precum, and Nicole knew he was getting close to shooting a nice, milky load onto her feet.

Nicole gave him a sexy smile, and told him, “Do it, baby. Spray that jizz all over my polished toes, honey. Give it to me. Coat every single pedicured toenail with your spunk.” He blew several streams of cum, hitting her feet and Nicole coaxed it in between her toes by wiggling them back and forth. Soon, both of her feet were fully covered in cum, and her delivery guy was smiing.

She put her sandals on, and walked out of the room, his cum still covering her feet, and the sound of ‘squish squish’ could be heard as she walked into the living room, his spunk now fully embedded all over the soles of her sandals, and in between her gorgeously sexy toes.

Nicole gave him a wet, sloppy kiss, and told him, “Thank you baby. You always deliver so well, my love. See you next time.” He smiled and left.

I told her, “Princess, you are such a sexy tipper, and it’s so hot to see you so generous. I love you, baby!”

She said, “I love you, baby! And thanks for letting me be so generous. I love to be giving to others who have earned a nice reward. And it also ensures that our club gets top notch service! A little pussy, or foot action goes a long way, honey!”

“God, you such a great little niece slut! And soon to be niece-wife-slut! Don’t ever change, Princess. Stay that way, even after our little Princess is born.” I kissed her and hugged her.

She said, “Ok, now for the exciting news. And you will have to oversee this once I can’t travel with the girls in a couple of more months, so listen up. It’s big, honey! Really big! I’ve been working on it for several weeks, and the first interviews are tomorrow at the press conference.

“I have been in contact with a few specialty publications, and a couple of unique social media providers, in an effort to grow our brand take us nationally, to create a fan base in several cities, and to help recruit young pussy and talent. But you know we are a certain kind of team, and only require certain kinds of girls, so that’s why I am reaching out to these unique marketing affiliates.

“A couple of them will be at the press conference tomorrow, but they are getting exclusive private interviews, while we will give the rest of the ‘normal’ media outlets a typical presser. Very generic, and very tame. These unique outlets will get a very different kind of interview conference, one that will target our type of talent directly.

“Family Love, Daddy Daughter Monthly, and Teen Sluts National will all be granted a private presser after the main one with all the other teams. We have placed full-page recruiting ads in each of their publications, along with a two-page spread in Soccer Girl Sluts, complete with numerous photos of Abby’s, Chloe’s, Valerie’s, and Leslie’s pussies and polished toes. I had them pose the other day for this, but didn’t tell them why. I just told them I needed some hot pics for a recruiting brochure. No details or anything. I wanted it to be a surprise.

“We are going to go big, baby! I mean big! There’s a market for our kind of soccer, and on the surface it’s all about family and building that close relationship, valuing love with family, and creating an image of beauty, sex appeal, and confidence. It will work, trust me!”

I was stunned. My little Princess, the genius marketer and development guru, had just taken us to the next step in making our club a potential national power house. I was so excited.

“Baby, that’s so awesome, but I think we might need to hire someone to take care of media stuff when we are on the road. Maybe give you an assistant. How about Lisa? Maybe she might be interested? And it would get her back into the groove again. It’s so sad that she found out she couldn’t have a baby. I know she was hoping her brother or her dad would get her knocked up,” I said.

“Yeah, I know. She was pretty bummed when the doctor told her she had some kind of genetic thing that caused her body to always reject a fertilized egg. She was so happy when she missed her period a couple of months ago, and thought her dad had finally fucked a baby into her. I’ve kept my distance from her to give her time to process things, but maybe this might be a good way to bring her back in. She loves the game, and loves the girls, we all grew up together playing since junior high. So I know they would love to have her around more now. And besides that, you loved to fuck her hot little Asian pussy every chance you had.” Nicole smiled, and said “I’ll text her tonight to get her going on this. And it will keep things like they are, without having to teach a new girl our philosophy and risk it getting exposed to the wrong people who don’t understand our values.”

I went our bedroom to text Tony about thing.

Ping. ‘Hey, we are all set. We will arrive tomorrow early afternoon. We will check in at the hotel, then go to the stadium for the press conference. We have a private press conference back at the hotel later tomorrow afternoon with our own media outlets. I’ll fill you in then. Make sure you have plenty of staffing on hand at the stadium. I hear that there will be huge crowd there to see our girls as they arrive. I don’t want any idiots fucking shit up for our girls, or the other girls who are coming to play.”

Ping. ‘All taken care of. And I am excited to be your new assistant after this one is over. Melissa is so excited to interview with you, and to meet the other girls. She wanted me to make sure you knew that she got her toes done just exactly the color you asked for, Barbie Pink with glitter and sparkles. And she bought a new set of high heels just for you! I bought her a whole new wardrobe of shorts, very tight, some low cut, sheer tops, and several thongs, and a few g-strings. Also a few different color high heels, and sandals. And new cleats, in pink. She’s ready to go all-in, bro! And you make sure you go all in her pussy, too! All in!”

We sent thumbs up emojis. Nicole came to bed shortly afterwards, and said that Lisa wanted to think about it, but they would talk Sunday night, or Monday morning when we got back. She told Lisa that was perfect. She told me that Lisa asked about salary, and Nicole said that she told her it was very negotiable, as we had several corporate sponsors, and a pending sponsorship with a national publication as well. I kissed her and told her that was fine. We had a nice bank account balance and if the sponsorship deal with Soccer Girl Sluts came through, it would really put us in a good position.

We hugged each other and went to sleep, our naked bodies up against one another, lovingly touching and holding each other.

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Although, this is a stan alone story, it is the third chapter in the series. In this chapter Debbie is determined to stop the pursuit of a lesbian domme to add her to her harem of subs, and we find out if she is successful.

Day Three, Debbie:

Debbie stood outside cabin number 612, repeating the mantra in her head, “Keep control, and remember who you are.”

She had repeated it on the walk to Susan’s cabin and for several minutes before; after deciding to confront her about the way Susan had talked to her and how she was treating Lisa and Stephanie.

Susan and Lisa were sorority sisters who had, somehow, taken a liking to Debbie after seeing her and her siblings performing in the piano bar on the first night of the cruise. Susan was a tall, shapely Black woman with amazing breasts and model-like curves. She had the most beautiful straight, shimmering long hair that reached her ass, adding to her striking beauty.

Lisa was a slender, medium-sized blonde, with hair to her mid-back, who was also very pretty. They both became what Debbie called aggressive groupies, who had taken things way too far.

Just about two hours earlier, Debbie had learned that they had also set their sights on Lila McCann’s violinist, Stephanie. She was a straight, married mother of two, and it seemed to Debbie, that they had some kind of hold over her, and she had become a part of Susan’s posse, she called ‘her girls.’

Debbie had several uncomfortable moments with Susan and Lisa, but it really became over the top when Stephanie came into the picture. The connection with Lila McCann and Chely Wright could be invaluable to their careers, so she dared not cause any problems with those relationships.

In hindsight, Susan used Stephanie as leverage to try to lure Debbie into joining her little posse of girls. That morning, she used the shock value of having Stephanie take the lead role in trying to seduce Debbie into her lesbian menagerie. She was Lila McCann’s band member and Debbie did not want to offend her, so she sat there dumbfounded, as Stephanie gave her a foot massage. As if that weren’t enough, at Susan’s prompting, Stephanie sucked and licked Debbie’s toes, while on the deck of a loaded cruise ship.

It threw off Debbie’s sensibilities and allowed Susan to win a mental battle between them. Susan’s arrogance was so outrageous, Debbie was too stunned to properly respond to her absurd rantings that Debbie would be trained to become one of her girls, and if she obeyed Susan, it would bring her unimaginable pleasure.

To prove her wrong, Debbie called her bluff on a dare– if she could share a kiss with Susan and walk away, Susan would stop pursuing her. It all happened so fast and was such a shock to Debbie’s sensibility, she had allowed Susan to get the better of herself.

She was timid and confused, while Susan told her she was to come to her cabin, in precisely one hour to begin her ‘training’. Susan took it even further, ordering her not to masturbate before arriving, and for the rest of the cruise, she would tell her when she could come! Every sentence that spewed from Susan’s mouth came with a God-like tone, and each was increasingly delusional.

Though Debbie walked away, her mind had almost started to believe it. Debbie struggled to understand what ‘unimaginable pleasure’ Susan could have had delivered to have caused Lisa and Stephanie to agree to feed her delusions of grandeur.

When Debbie had returned to her own cabin, there were a few hours until rehearsals and she could not deal with running into the sorority sluts again. So, she crawled back under the covers and the mind games threatened to take hold. She had to admit Susan’s kiss was shockingly good. And the memory of Stephanie gazing at her, as she licked Debbie’s toes so ravenously did excite her. She still couldn’t believe she had sat there and let it happen. Debbie chalked it up to being between boyfriends and missing the regular foot rubs her ex gave her.

As she lay there, she initially felt an overwhelming urge to masturbate, but realized it was just the effect of Susan’s mind games. Debbie had to give her credit, Saying such outlandish things with confidence, can plant powerful seeds in the mind of others. It plays out everyday life on social media with conspiracy theories and political extremism everywhere.

The ‘foot treatment,’ the kiss, after the excitement of their first show, and the late night that followed, had her mind flashing thoughts and images that she battled while lying on her bed. She would fend off the disturbing thoughts only to have them return a few minutes later. The perverted thoughts had her embarrassingly aroused and she could feel the wet spot in her bikini had returned.

When Susan saw her wet spot, it was like fuel to the fire. It was proof positive that she had affected Debbie. After that humiliation, Debbie cowered, appearing to Susan to have acquiesced, when, in fact, she ultimately walked away, albeit, with her proverbial tail between her legs.

She was thankful there was no one else to see this second bikini embarrassment. Alone in her cabin, she threw back the covers, took off her bikini and laid it next to her on the bed. She lay there, naked, as the cool air hit her exposed leaking labia– it was like an awakening. It seemed to cool her down both physically and emotionally. The fog lifted and rational thought returned. The room air conditioning was uncomfortably cool, and she forced herself to stay exposed. The mental hold that she let Susan have over her evaporated like the dew on her lily was doing, once exposed to the light of day.

She looked at her phone and saw that Susan’s deadline had already passed, bringing a sense of relief, and feeling of normalcy. Fatigue was catching up to her, and each time the inappropriate thoughts returned, she repeated her mantra, “Keep control and remember who you are.” Feeling more relaxed, she crawled under the covers and dozed off.

The next thing she knew, she was back on top of the covers, knees bent and spread. Her eyes opened and there lay Susan, smiling up at her, head between Debbie’s thighs.

“Such a good girl,” she said, with her breath warming Debbie’s oozing pussy.

Then as those full soft lips pressed gently into Debbie’s steaming womanhood, her body jerked, as she woke up from what she quickly realized was a very real-feeling dream. She was, in fact, still under the covers and alone, but steaming with moist heat.

She looked at her phone and saw it was only 1:40pm, just about ninety minutes past Susan’s deadline. She had been dreaming so vividly that she caught herself looking around to be sure Susan wasn’t really there. Then she let her hand roam between her legs. Her pussy was warm, wet, and aching for attention.

Debbie pressed two fingers between her enflamed labia and rolled them in small circles against her stiffening button. She moaned loudly as her pussy begged for relief, but as she recalled the arrogance of Susan forbidding her from masturbating, she stopped. Susan’s assumption that Debbie would even feel the need to pleasure herself was offensive.

She told herself, out loud, “Keep control and remember who you are, Debbie. You can’t do this again. It’s all part of her silly mind game. Get dressed, find the others and enjoy the damn cruise. She checked herself in the mirror, washed her lady parts, put her bikini back on, and went to find them.

She walked with confidence, sporting her new sunglasses and hat, carrying her beach bag. She smiled when she noticed some ladies staring at her, noticing her swagger. When she reached their spot on deck, no one was there. She looked at the phone and again, no signal. So, she spread out a towel and lay face down on the lounge, keeping an eye out for anyone from the band.

She realized she was on the same chair she had used earlier, and the image of Stephanie smiling up at her as she moved to suck Debbie’s toes came to her mind, starting the barrage of thoughts and images. She still couldn’t believe that Susan had coerced Stephanie to do that. She was straight and married and didn’t deserve to be treated like that. As her anger stirred, Debbie recalled Susan’s arrogance and the timid way she, herself, had behaved in response.

She thought to herself that the only way she could get peace of mind again was to confront her and call her out for her unacceptable behavior. She tossed the towel into her bag and headed to room 612, repeating, “Keep control and remember who you are,” as she marched.

When she reached the door, she continued her chant, tapped the door lightly and stopped, wondering if she should continue. She took several deep breaths, collected herself and chanted, “Keep control and remember who you are,” before she knocked three times firmly.

“Come in, Debbie, the door’s open. You’re late,” yelled Susan, with her calm arrogant tone.

Debbie froze. How could she have known it was her.

“Come in, honey, don’t be shy, we both know what you’re here for.”

That was the last straw, Debbie whipped the door open ready to unload, when her jaw dropped in disbelief. Sitting on the edge of the bed was Susan, fully nude, legs spread and unashamed. Kneeling on all fours in front of her was Stephanie, also nude, with her round full ass pointing toward Debbie.

Stephanie had her right hand back between her legs rubbing herself off. She stopped rubbing when the door opened but did not look back at Debbie.

“It’s okay, Stephie, it’s just Debbie. Keep going.”

“Thank you, Madame Susan,” moaned Stephanie, as she continued.

“You might want to step in and close the door, unless you want Stephie to put on a show for the other passengers. And your mouth’s a little wide,” giggled Susan, as her eyes scoped out Debbie from head to toe.

“Have a seat and I’ll tend to you in a minute.” Her head bobbed toward a small, cushioned chair to Debbie’s left.

“I, ah, won’t be staying, Susie!” said Debbie, firmly, after a stuttered start, but she did close the door.

She called her Susie to jab back at her for referring to Stephanie as Stephie. Her eyes darted from Susan’s face to Stephanie’s pussy, undulating from her rolling fingers, then to Susan’s spread pussy. She struggled for a place to look so she could continue her train of thought. She settled on looking past them, through the sliding door, focusing on the outside.

“I just came to make it clear; I am not interested in being one of your ‘girls’,” with her fingers signifying air quotes for the last word.

Before she could continue, Stephanie chimed in with a blissful moan, “Oh yes, please let me suck your cunt, Madam Susan. I promise to be good.”

Debbie’s jaw dropped yet again, unsure what she heard. She was looking at Lila McCann’s married violinist begging Susan, as if nothing else in her life mattered. She didn’t care that Debbie was watching her soaked pussy lips dance with her fingers, while her naked asshole stared back at Debbie.

She was a beautiful, vibrant, talented, career woman, yet she begged to suck Susan’s C-word.

Debbie had not even seen a woman naked in front of her since high school gym class. And never on display as they both were. She found her thoughts focused on Stephanie’s perfectly rounded little ass and quickly raised her eyes, only to see Susan’s firm, curvy body, proudly on exhibition.

Her breasts were large, round and surprisingly perky for their size. Her dark areolae were huge and nipples like thimbles. Her stomach was mostly flat, with a hint of abs peeking through. Below that was a neatly trimmed muff in the shape of a large triangle about a quarter-inch high.

Her skin was smooth, radiant and cocoa brown. But her triangle was pure black, pointing at the stunning sight below. Her mons was light black and raised, and her labia and clitoral hood were darker, with a glistening pink slit between them.

“I love the taste of your beautiful black cunt, Madam Susan. Can I please come and show you how much I want to service you?”

“You like showing off for Debbie, like a good little whore, don’t you, Stephanie?”

“Yes, please let me come, Madam Susan. I want to be your good little White whore.”

Stephanie’s fingers moved more feverishly, and her moans intensified.

“Not yet, Stephie. Who decides when you come?”

“You do, Madam Susan,” she said, disappointedly and her fingers slowed.

“Do you want to service Debbie’s virgin cunt and show her what a good little whore can do?”

Her fingers stopped and her body spasmed, before she answered, “Oh yes, please, I want to taste her tight little cunt.”

In the back of Debbie’s mind, she recalled the statements Susan had made to her that morning, and her dialogue with Stephanie seemed to be a deliberate means of reinforcing the unbelievable rules she had laid out earlier. Susan’s words replayed in her head. “For the rest of the cruise, I will tell you when you may come and who you may come with.” Stephanie was apparently all in.

“Please let me show her how much I need your pussy, Madam Susan.”

“You okay, Debbie? You should sit down before…”

Debbie’s legs felt like Jell-O, and her ass dropped into the chair, as her eyes had to find the outdoors to focus, or she would surely pass out. Her labia seemed to be pulsing with each heartbeat, as for the first time, she experienced the sensation that addicts sometimes use to describe their withdrawal symptoms. It felt like bugs were crawling inside her.

“Are you ready for your training, Debbie?” asked Susan, in a calm, matter-of-fact tone.

“No, I’m not here to train to be your ‘girl’.” She mimed air quotes again. “I came to tell you to stop, Susan. And to stop you from treating Stephanie that way,” replied Debbie, half panting.

Susan laughed, “Oh, Stephie, the poor thing can’t even look at us. She is in such denial. Tell me, Stephie, do you want me to treat you differently?”

“No, please, Madam Susan, I love being your whore. Please let me come and show you how much.”

“Not yet, but did I tell you to stop masturbating?”

“I don’t think I can, or I will come. I need it so badly.”

“But Debbie’s not even watching you. Don’t you want that?”

“Oh, please, Debbie, I need to come,” begged Stephanie.

“I don’t know what dirt you have on her, but you need to stop this now, Susan.” Debbie’s eyes found Stephanie’s engorged pussy, and she swallowed hard. She noticed it was completely shaved.

“She’s a stubborn little slut, isn’t she, Stephie?”

The back of her head, with purple-tipped hair, nodded in response.

“She’s watching your pussy now, Stephie. Tell her honestly, would you rather me spank your pussy ’til you come like a whore, or fuck your husband, Stephie?”

“Please spank my pussy ’til I come, Madam Susan, I need it,” begged Stephanie, as her fingers moved slowly.

Debbie lost her words and looked at Susan. She smiled confidently and slowly licked her lips. After a few seconds, Debbie realized she was staring at Susan, almost drooling over her lips and quickly diverted her eyes back down between Susan’s legs.

“Debbie, honey, you’ve denied it long enough, but it’s obvious why you came here. You were stubborn enough to come late and challenge my authority. But you knocked three times like I commanded; you wore my favorite bikini with the heart-covered ass as instructed. Thank you. That yummy wet spot’s the size of Rhode Island by the way.” Susan was staring at Debbie’s crotch.

“You even made Stephanie beg for your oozing cunt, Debbie. And now your eyes are laser-fucking me, as you drool like a little bitch dog. Stephie, tell her how good it tastes, please. Stephie was a little reluctant at first, too, Dee.”

Debbie wanted to admonish her for calling her that. Only her family and close friends called her Dee.

“It tastes like sweet nectar, and she’s so warm and soft. Please give me another taste, Madam Susan.”

Debbie swallowed hard, wondering what it would be like to let her tongue slip into the delicate pink gap between Susan’s dark, thick labia, while she breathed in her own scent from her soaked bikini; her pussy ached and pulsed, screaming for attention.

“How many times have you come since last night, Stephie?”

“Five, Madam Susan, but I need it again.”

“You’re a nasty little whore, aren’t you, Stephie?”

“Yes! Please let me come for you, Madam Susan,” Stephanie pleaded.

“On one condition, Stephie.”

“Anything you want, Madam Susan.”

“You are such a good girl, thank you, Stephie. I need Dee to come over here and give me her wet panties and tell me she’s ready to start her training.”

“Please, Miss Debbie, I need to come. I’ll do anything you want– with Madam Susan’s permission. You won’t ever regret it, please join me.”

“Make room for her, Stephie. Come, sweet Debbie, if you are a good girl, you will get to taste it.” Susan held out a hand.

Debbie felt like she was in some kind of dream state. Her eyes were locked on her dark, spread womanhood; her mouth watered, as she found herself standing and walking mindlessly toward her. Susan reached her hand out without looking away. As Debbie got closer, her eyes moved to Susan’s breasts marveling at the size and near perfect shape. The right one was slightly smaller than the left.

“Isn’t this much better than defiance, Debbie? Such a good girl.”

“Yes, ma’am,” said Debbie in fog, as she stepped in front of Stephanie, who moaned, and continued to touch herself.

Susan pulled Debbie to her and released Debbie’s hand so she could embrace her ass and finally feel it through the ruffled bikini bottom.

“Patience, Stephie, your reward is coming soon. You’re looking at the blue heart on that pretty ass, aren’t you? I want to see it, too,” she sighed, while her hands gripped Debbie’s buns and pulled her closer to kiss her tummy.

“Yes, Madam Susan. Can I please come now?”

“I’ll tell you when, but stay ready, it won’t be long.”

Debbie sighed and whimpered as Susan’s warm lips touched her skin. Her hand slid behind Susan’s head and stroked her soft, oily hair, encouraging Susan’s kisses. Next, Susan’s fingers slipped beneath Debbie’s bottoms and rubbed her ass directly.

“Do you like this as much as I do, Debbie?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“I’m glad. May I call you Dee?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Debbie trembled, as she complied.

“You are very polite, thank you, but what do you think you should be calling me?

“Miss Sus– I mean Madam Susan?”

“Very good. Respect earns respect. Now, why are you here?”

“To start my training, please, Madam Susan,” she said softly, looking down at her beautiful face.

Susan smiled and brought a finger to her bottom lip as she puckered. Debbie bent down to comply with a kiss. And her body was consumed by a warm, tingling rush.

Susan kissed her with a sensual penetrating tongue, feeling Debbie’s passion grow, she broke the kiss. “You’ve made me very happy, Dee. Now turn, so I can see that ass.”

Her hand gripped Debbie’s hips and spun her around. While Susan’s fingers caressed Debbie’s cheeks, Debbie looked at Stephanie, as she puffed through gritted teeth, trying not to come, but imagining pulling down the bathing suit and tasting her new fellow whore. Debbie looked at her sympathetically, as the ache in Debbie’s pussy was nearly unbearable.

“Oh yes, so nice,” sighed Susan, as her fingers traced around the frilled waist of the bikini, then down the rucked ass crack to her thighs. “I’ve waited too long for this, Debbie,” she said, nibbling the exposed part of her cheek.

“Are you going to give me these wet panties, Debbie?” Her hand slipped slowly between Debbie’s legs, feeling just how wet they were.

“Yes, Madam Susan,” she squeaked.

“Good girl.”

Debbie sensed the excitement in Susan’s voice, and her own pleasure rose. Then Susan rubbed a little more firmly and Debbie’s moans echoed through the cabin.

“Please, Madam Susan,” begged Stephanie.

“Not yet, Stephie,” she said sternly.

“When I tell you to, Debbie, I want you to bend down and push your panties down slowly to your ankles, so I can watch the pretty blue heart slide off your plump, little ass.”

“Thank you, Madam Susan,” replied Debbie.

Debbie slid her thumbs into the waistband of her bikini at her hips and waited.

Susan continued to rub her through the bikini. “You should feel how wet her panties are, Stephie,” said Susan, before kissing Debbie’s right ass cheek.

“First, tell me why you were late, Debbie,” asked Susan, to Debbie’s dismay. She stopped rubbing but held contact with her pussy.

Debbie was willing and ready for ‘the bliss of compliance’. She knew Susan’s question would only lead to the ‘pain of defiance’.

“I’m sorry, Madam Susan,” she pleaded. “I was afraid. Please forgive me.” Debbie rocked her hips trying to relieve her aching pussy.

“You do seem quite eager now. So, tell us what you’ve been doing since you ran off this morning,” Susan said, beginning to rub again. “Be truthful and this will continue.”

Debbie gasped, “Oh God,”

“Dee? Do you wanna come in your panties?”

Stephanie whimpered as Debbie, whined, “Please, Madam Susan.”

“Who decides when you come for the rest of the trip, Debbie?” asked Susan, in a loud, urgent voice.

“You do, Madam Susan.”

Debbie and Stephanie looked at each other sympathetically, but both ragingly aroused by Susan’s control.

“I’m very pleased with your attitude adjustment, Dee. Now fill us in, and we can continue.”

Susan slowly and rhythmically rubbed her, as Debbie told them everything, including about her wet, bikini, the conflicting thoughts, the dream, touching herself and nearly giving in to masturbating against her orders. As she spoke, Susan gently kissed her lower back and ass through the bikini, and whispered, “Good girl,” before each kiss.

When she finished, Susan was satisfied and began to push her deeper into submission. “When you give me your panties, you are giving yourself to me for the rest of the trip, just as Stephanie has.”

Stephanie smiled at her and nodded.

“I understand, Madam Susan.”

“And you understand, there will be consequences for your earlier disobedience?”

“Yes, Madam Susan. Ah!” Debbie gasped, fearing she would come.

“I was right, wasn’t I, Dee? You need this.”

“Oh, yes please, Madam Susan. Please go slower, or I’ll come,” pleaded Debbie, desperately wanting to obey.

Stephanie groaned, looking into Debbie’s frantic eyes.

“Careful that could be contagious,” said Susan, smiling.

“Now a few expectations before you give me your panties…”

“Please take them, Madam Susan, I need to come so bad,” blurted Debbie, surprising even herself.

“Too bad you weren’t this eager sooner. Stephie is first, so try to calm yourself.”

Unfortunately, there was no calming as Susan’s ruthless hand continued rubbing, and her lips kept brushing Debbie’s over sensitive body.

“Which brings us to manners. If someone brings you pleasure, what do you say?”

“Thank you, Madam Susan.”

“Good girl,” she said, with another kiss. “And if someone punishes you for your own good, what do you say?”

“Thank you, Madam Susan.”

“Excellent, my sweet Dee,” Susan sighed, planting several kisses.

“The most important rule of all is, you may leave anytime you want. Your service is strictly voluntary. However, there are no do-overs. If you leave, there is no coming back, ever.”

“Thank you, Madam Susan.”

“You will surely be asked to service Stephie and Lisa. There may be others, and you will service them as you would service me, understood?”

“Yes, thank you, Madam Susan.”

Each yes and thank you made her ache stronger, and her need greater.

“Oh God, I love the way you touch me, Madam Susan.”

“Trust me, Dee, I love touching you, and there will be a lot of touching.”

Stephanie felt like this was her greatest test so far. She felt a special connection to Debbie when they had first met. She had been on the edge before Debbie arrived and watching her transformation was too much.

“Thank you, Madam Susan,” said Debbie, sincerely.

“Do you still want to give me your panties, and become my whore, sweet Dee.”

Debbie cringed at that word. And Susan sensed her body language change.

“Does that word disturb you, Debbie!” Susan’s animated voice and stern tone returned.

“Yes, I’m sorry, Madam Susan.”

She rubbed faster and Debbie began to tremble, knowing she could not take the pace without coming.

“Thank you for your honesty,” Susan replied, calmer, and she slowed the pace of her relentless hand. “I understand… your background and the thought of sin.”

She continued, “But you are not married, so it is not adultery. Even if you were, you would not be laying with another man. So, I would argue that it is still not adultery, even for Stephie, wouldn’t you agree?”

Susan knew exactly how to keep Debbie on the edge, and a theological debate was outside of her mind’s abilities at that moment.

“Yes, Madam Susan.”

“Besides, did Jesus not say, ‘If you serve others, you also serve me.’”

Debbie recalled that from the book of Matthew. “Yes, Madam Susan.”

“So are you ready to give me your yummy panties and be my whore for nine short days. Repentance can come later.”

“Yes, Madam Susan.”

“Good girl, sweet Dee.”

“You will be naked in my cabin and will follow my commands. If you obey, you will get your clothes back in time for rehearsal. Disobey and it will be a memorable walk back to your cabin for many people. Do you understand?”

Her pussy was a gushing, hot mess, and no one had ever affected her that way. Stopping was no longer even a consideration.

“Yes, Madam Susan. My pussy aches for you so much. I promise to obey, please.”

“You’ve made us very happy, hasn’t she, Stephie?”

“Yes, Madam Susan,” replied Stephanie, finally sensing relief in sight.

Susan leaned back and eyed Debbie’s ass, palming it with both hands.

“Take them down very slowly, please, just as I told you.”

Debbie slowly pushed the waistband down over her hips as Susan followed, with her lips kissing her cheeks, as more skin became exposed. When the panties peeled down to her crotch, Susan’s hand withdrew to allow them to descend, then she immediately slipped her finger between Debbie’s drenched labia, breathing in her scent.

“Oh, yes, I’ve waited so long, sweet Dee. So warm and so very wet for me,” sighed Susan.

Debbie moaned loud and long, as Susan’s fingers finally split her pussy lips. She swayed; afraid she might fall over as she bent down and pushed them to her knees.

Stephanie’s fingers stopped moving for fear she would make herself come.

“Take them all the way to your ankles, and stretch that plump little ass. Damn, I love a White girl with an ass,” grunted Susan.

Her hand was turned sideways pressing between Debbie’s thighs, rubbing her index finger the length of her slit, and she brought her thumb in to touch Debbie’s asshole, as she rubbed. No one had ever touched her there, and Debbie gasped at the sensation. Nearly doubled over, she could not pull away, and after the initial shock, she realized it felt good.

As she bent further, she was nearly face to face with Stephanie. “Can I kiss her, Madam Susan?” asked Stephanie.

“Thanks for asking, Stephie. Go quick.”

Debbie pushed her panties to her ankles and stepped out of them, holding them in her right hand as her left leaned on Stephanie’s shoulder, for balance.

As her lips met Stephanie’s, Debbie spread her legs apart for stability, caught in the single-most awkward and compromising position ever imagined– bent over, kissing Stephanie, while Susan kissed her ass, rubbed her cunt to near climax and thumbed her asshole.

“Feed her your fingers, Stephie and give her, her first taste,” directed Susan.

Stephanie’s tongue withdrew from Debbie’s mouth and was immediately replaced by her pussy-soaked fingers. As her tang fired Debbie’s taste buds, Susan inserted two fingers into Debbie’s cunt and began fucking her firmly.

Debbie sucked hard on the fingers, groaning her pleasure, as she felt a climax building almost immediately. She steadied herself on Stephanie’s shoulder bracing for a long-needed orgasm. She had just enough control left to at least tell Susan it was too late. Debbie spit out the fingers and yelled, “I’m coming, Madam…!”

“Not yet, whore!” shouted Susan, as she yanked her fingers free and slapped Debbie’s pussy hard enough to sting the orgasm away. “You haven’t earned it yet! Now, stand up and turn around, Debbie.”

“Ow!” screamed Debbie. She complied, as the sting quickly faded.

“Now, what do you say?” asked Susan, smiling sweetly and looking into her eyes.

After a few seconds of confusion, she understood that that was apparently ‘punishment for her own good.’

“Thank you, Madam Susan.”

“Good girl, Dee. Panties please,” Susan ordered, and held out her hand.

Debbie handed them to her and Susan took them to her nose. She breathed in her essence, slowly, her eyes closing as she did.

“Now the top and you will, officially, become my whore.”

Debbie cringed at that word, but as Susan’s fingers slipped inside her, reason was gone, only the unrelenting need to come, and the only path to that was compliance. Her mind could not grasp the effect Susan’s touch had on her body– she felt those fingers, from her toes to her nose, firing every pleasure cell in between.

Debbie untied her top and let it drop. “Oh God, thank you, Madam Susan.”

Stephanie whimpered, as she watched Susan’s fingers disappear into her new conquest’s dripping cunt.

“Patience, Stephie. I just need to kiss my little whore’s nipples, then it’s your turn.”

Debbie squatted, trying to take the fingers deeper and bring her tits closer to her mistress’s mouth.

Susan sucked Debbie’s right nipple and twisted her left between her thumb and index finger, bringing a mix of pleasure and pain; a low, guttural groan escaped from Debbie’s mouth.

“Oh yes, a good little whore likes her nipples tweaked,” panted Susan. “You wanna come like a little fucking whore, Debbie?” Her fingers pumped harder and faster.

Debbie let out a loud, wailing moan, as her body spasmed, from the aching, throbbing tingle that only seemed to intensify as her nipple was pinched and pulled.

“Aaahhh! Yes, please, Madam Susan!” pleaded Debbie, only to have the fingers whipped away again and another stinging slap.

The shock waves from the pussy slap nearly pushed her into a spontaneous climax. Her legs wobbled and her pussy, seemed to spasm and pulse so close to an orgasm, it shuddered for more stimulation.

“So sorry, sweet Dee, but you will need to be properly punished for your pig-headed defiance, first. You chose defiance over compliance, not me. Please go back to your seat, so you can see how an obedient little whore gets rewarded.”

Susan gripped Debbie’s hips and rotated her body to point her back to the chair, then nibbled her butt and gave it a slap. “Sit, watch, and lust like a whore. I want you to rub your cunt and be ready to come if I tell you, but not until I tell you.”

She responded as trained. “Thank you, Madam Susan.”

Susan turned her attention to Stephanie. “You’ve been so patient, Stephie, please continue.”

“Oh please, Madam Susan, can I come for you. I want to prove I deserve to taste your beautiful cunt.”

Debbie sat and stared at Stephanie’s naked ass, watching her fingers manipulate her even more enflamed labia, as she begged for Susan’s pussy.

“I bet her cunt flaps are huge and bright pink right now. Do they look delicious or what, Dee,” taunted Susan.

Debbie could only pretend to touch herself or she would surely not be able to stop from coming immediately. Susan’s comments hit her very hard. She had an almost overpowering urge to slide off the chair, crawl behind Stephanie and taste her enflamed womanhood.

“Yes, Madam Susan, can I please taste her for real this time?” Debbie asked, shocking herself as the words left her mouth.

“Would you like that, Stephie?” asked Susan, smiling sweetly at Stephanie before looking back at Debbie.

She wanted to say yes! But she needed to show Susan, she was her focus.

“I just want to show her how much I love your juicy cunt, Madam Susan.”

“Such a committed little whore; thank you, Stephie. I’m so sorry, I Iet the pig-headed whore, delay your reward. After she stood me up, you were kind enough to fill the void, even after such a memorably trying night last night. I think she owes you a couple of orgasms for the aggravation. How many do you think? Two?”

“Three?” whimpered Stephanie.

“Okay then. You’re gonna be a busy little whore, Debbie. Are you up to making her come three times today?”

Debbie stared, open mouthed, at Stephanie’s ass, once again watching her enlarged lips swallow up her fingers as she rubbed herself for Susan. Her dark pink bunghole glared back at Debbie, and after Susan had touched Debbie there, she wondered how Stephanie would react to the same treatment.

“Yes, Madam Susan, I wanna make her come. Thank you, Madam Susan,” panted Debbie.

“Doesn’t she have the cutest little bubble butt you’ve ever seen, Dee? I just want to spank it, kiss it, lick it and bite it every time I see it. You’re not rubbing your whore-hole, Debbie.”

As Debbie watched Stephanie’s fingers speed up, it occurred to her how Susan’s tone had changed. When she referred to her as Debbie, it was stern or angry, but when she called her Dee, it was sweet and soothing.

She pressed the tips of two fingers between her labia and rubbed in small circles, without penetrating. Unlike Stephanie, who was finally able to let loose, Debbie avoided touching her clit completely or she would come immediately.

Stephanie begged, “Please, Madam Susan, let me taste your cunt again. I can’t stop thinking about how warm and soft it feels on my face when I eat your sweet cum.”

Debbie’s mouth opened wide, as she watched Stephanie’s wet fingers massaging her swollen, shaved pussy. Debbie’s fingers wanted to match her speed, but she would surely come.

“Please let me come with her, Madam Susan. I’m so turned on. Please!”

“What a greedy little whore our new friend is, Stephie. She just wants to be the center of attention. Who decides when you come, Debbie?” her tone stiffened.

“You do, Madam Susan,” Debbie acquiesced.

“Whores get horny, Debbie; good girls get turned on. You’re rubbing your cunt staring at Stephie’s whore ass and begging to come. Does that sound like a good girl, Debbie.”

“No, Madam Susan. I’m a horny whore and I need to please my Madam,” growled Debbie, willing to say or do anything for relief.

“Oh God, Madam Susan, please can I come so I can serve your cunt with my tongue,” begged Stephanie.

“Yes, sweet Stephie, show me how much you love being a whore for my cunt, while the hungry little whore behind you drools over yours.”

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna come for you again, Madam Susan!” screamed Stephanie.

She had accepted her own need to submit and the unimaginable pleasure it brought her, but witnessing Debbie’s transformation, pushed her excitement level even higher. Susan had awoken a twisted part of her that enjoyed masturbating while being watched and dominated, more than actual sex with someone else. It was the ultimate surrender and having Debbie watch, should have been embarrassing, but it only drove her deeper into the throes of ecstasy.

Debbie felt possessed, as she watched the sweet lady she had connected with, scream in pure bliss, begging the beautiful ebony goddess of a woman, to service her. She had never seen such complete surrender and as she watched, Debbie’s entire body tingled, so that every wisp of air and every sound wave from Stephanie’s shouts hitting her skin, sent goosebumps flooding through her body.

Stephanie dropped to her elbow, placed her forehead on her arm, and began rubbing her clit furiously, finally able to relieve the relentless need that had built up from the moment Susan had summoned her. She spread her knees wider and assumed the position to prevent falling over as she came. But in her mind, she knew it would also stretch her ass and pussy wider for Debbie to see.

Each time Debbie moaned, it sent chills through Stephanie, knowing those moans were as much for her as for her mistress. Debbie released a moan so loud, a passerby would have believed Debbie was having the orgasm. That sent Stephanie barreling over the edge.

Debbie had to stop touching herself or she would come– there was no choice as she watched Stephanie’s upper body spasm in rhythm with her blissful high-pitched moans. Stephanie’s fingers were a blur, as she pummeled her own clit so hard, the sloshing sound permeated the room.

Debbie thought she might come from just watching, as her pussy pulsed with pleasure.

“Rub your clit, but don’t come, Debbie,” commanded Susan.

She complied, but quickly pleaded, “I can’t stop it, I’m gonna come.”

Stephanie wailed as her climax lingered, and Debbie was losing the battle.

“Can’t stop…”

“Slap your cunt hard, Debbie! Now!” commanded Susan.

“Wha–? Ah?” she mumbled, confused, then stopped rubbing and gave a mild slap, as her pussy throbbed so close to a shuddering orgasm but not achieving.

“Much harder now, Debbie. Make me hear it!” Susan demanded.

She slapped her wet pussy, and the sting ended the pulsing sensation that nearly took her to climax.

“Good. Now, rub that whore button, but don’t you dare come.”

Stephanie’s orgasm had passed, and she went back to all fours. “Can I please eat your cunt now, Madam Susan? I wanna please you so much.”

“Yes, baby, Madam Susan needs that pretty mouth right now.”

Debbie looked at Susan’s spread, glistening pussy and wanted to shove Stephanie aside and taste the pink little slit between her dark lips.

Stephanie crawled forward and her tongue gently made contact. Then her head moved upward, running her tongue the length of Susan’s slit.

Debbie moaned, watching Stephanie’s purple-tipped hair rock up and down making Susan whimper and hum a beautiful alto song of pleasure.

“So good, Stephie, ah!” Susan sang out, and her eyes closed.

“Oh God!” moaned Debbie, as Stephanie’s pace quickened.

Debbie thought about giving in but decided it would be better to be honest. “Can’t stop it, Madam Susan.”

“Slap your cunt, Debbie!” barked Susan, in a high-pitched voice.

Debbie did as commanded, with three quick slaps.

“Harder!”

She complied and the sting drove off the climax.

“Oh, such good little whores. Munch my cunt, Stephie! Yes! Faster!” yelled Susan. “Rub that clit, Debbie.”

Stephanie’s head moved faster, and she placed her fingers on Susan’s slit to fingerfuck her while she sucked her clit.

“No, just that pretty White mouth!”

Something about that set Debbie off again, and she moaned on the edge again.

“Slap that horny White cunt, Debbie!”

That time, three hard slaps, and the urge was quelled.

“Oh yes! Stephie don’t stop. Oh my God, so good!” cried Susan.

Susan’s head rolled back, and she moaned at the ceiling, eyes closed, in a blissful trance. Then, she brought Debbie’s bikini bottoms to her face and breathed in her scent.

Debbie watched as Susan’s tongue tasted her juices from the swimsuit, and had to stop masturbating, thankful for the break, but continued to moan with an eye on Susan’s face. If those eyes opened, the rubbing would resume and, hopefully, Susan would be none the wiser.

Debbie’s eyes drifted back to Stephanie’s intimate parts, and she realized Susan was right– Stephanie’s little bubble butt was almost perfect. Debbie thought of how she might deliver the promised three orgasms.

As Susan’s groans grew louder, Debbie’s eyes returned to the dark chocolate beauty. Her jaw dropped, yet again, watching her body undulate and breasts sway as she succumbed to the pleasures of Stephanie’s tongue. She brought her legs up over Stephanie’s shoulders and laid her calves on her back.

Stephanie had learned the moves that excited her dom the most and developed a rhythmic cycle of splitting her cunt lips, licking their length, followed by a tongue-swirling lick of her clit before sucking it into her mouth. She would interrupt the cycle only to suck Susan’s engorged labia and probe her hole with her tongue. As she serviced her, Stephanie moaned and sighed, savoring her tangy-sweet juices. Her face melted into Susan’s warm, wet softness, and when her thighs closed, gently sandwiching Stephanie’s head, it felt like heaven on earth.

Debbie watched as the beautiful ebony dream, who commanded submission so easily, quivered in ecstasy from the tongue of the shy young mother of two, turned cruise-ship vixen. Debbie’s whole world had been turned upside down, in just a matter of hours, and things that seemed so important before, had become like distant shadows, driven away by the white-hot lust that illuminated her mind and body. She was charging down the same path Stephanie had already chosen, to open the gates and release her most primal carnal desires for the duration of the cruise. Her only thoughts were to feed the lustful need that drove her for more.

Her body tingled with the pure desire to please the two beauties before her, trembling and aching for more. Her mind could not even comprehend how twisted her thoughts had become, nor imagine the consequences, if she were unable to bring herself back from the nine days of abandonment that lay ahead. Her only focus was more.

Debbie’s mouth hung open as she watched, unable to look away, wanting so much to drop to her knees and taste Stephanie from behind, while she devoured Susan’s womanhood. Susan screamed with unadulterated pleasure as Stephanie realized her true purpose– to serve and pleasure her Dom for as long as she would have her.

“Can I please lick her pussy, Madam Susan?” pleaded Debbie.

“Whore’s call it a cunt, Debbie, ah! Yes, baby, so good!” barked Susan, before Stephanie’s tongue took all her attention.

Debbie quickly ignored the sting of the shocking labels Susan had used. “Can I please eat her sweet cunt, Madam Susan?”

But she was too late, Stephanie had brought Susan to an orgasmic peak, and she would get no answer. Debbie watched Susan’s head roll back, torso rise as her back arched and pelvis pressed against Stephanie’s face. She moaned and wailed in blissful ecstasy, gyrating and squeezing Stephanie’s head between her contracted thighs.

Unable to look away, and unable to find relief, Debbie stared helplessly, obsessed with the barrage of new desires. The woman, who had demanded such control, was suddenly vulnerable and seemingly at the control of her sub, as her body writhed and she screamed with pleasure. Debbie wanted to be both of them but also wanted nothing more than to be able to rub herself off, watching them. Her mind was in a frenzy, with so many twisted thoughts and a pussy that screamed for relief.

When Susan’s orgasm passed, her eyes returned to Debbie, whose gaze was locked on Stephanie’s ass and shaved pussy, swaying in front of her, while Stephanie slowly lapped at Susan’s Black pussy.

Debbie’s mind tried to break through the throbbing burning ache between her legs. For just a moment, the reality of the situation filled her thoughts. Debbie was sitting, naked, legs spread, wanting to touch herself to finally get relief, as she gazed at the dark little wrinkled asshole of Lila McCann’s violinist.

Debbie wanted her nose pressed against her dirty little hole, while she tasted the married woman’s shaved cunt. Cunt, a word she had found so offensive, had come to feed her dirty fantasies– those of surrendering to the whims of her strange, beautiful African paramour.

“Rub your clit, Debbie,” said Susan, calmly but firmly.

Her words closed the door to reality, and Debbie could only comply. She had fallen so far, thinking only of the promise of ‘the bliss of compliance’, Susan had mentioned.

“Thank you, Madam Susan,” she said, as her finger returned to her throbbing button.

Susan pulled Stephanie’s head away from her madam’s peach. She tapped her thighs, and commanded, “Sit.”

Debbie had a moment of disappointment, as Stephanie stood up, taking away the prize Debbie had been longing for. But as her eyes met Susan’s, she smiled at the hunger she saw in them.

Stephanie settled onto her lap; Susan planted gentle kisses on her cheek.

“Are you ready to show Debbie how a good little whore gets rewarded?”

“Yes, thank you, Madam Susan,” she said, looking tauntingly at Debbie.

Debbie was in awe as she watched Stephanie receive the relief Debbie so desperately needed.

“Show her how a good whore spreads her slutty little legs, Stephie,” commanded Susan.

“Thank you, Madam Susan,” she said, gazing hungrily at Debbie as her knees opened wide, exposing her glistening hairless pussy. Debbie instinctively did the same, leaning back in the chair, she opened herself completely.

“Good girls,” Stephanie sighed, as Susan’s fingers slipped between her swollen lips.

“Thank you for shaving your whore-hole for me, Stephie, I think your husband’s gonna love it.”

As she spoke Stephanie’s mouth opened, and eyes closed while she released a loud, baying moan.

Debbie groaned quickly, on the verge again. She slowed her fingers to a crawl, trying not to come, but it seemed like she had been tortured to the edge and back so many times. She watched the slender dark fingers of her mistress slip between Stephanie’s folds, massaging and then probing, playing the violinist like an instrument of lust.

Stephanie’s moans set Debbie on edge instantly. “Oh God, Madam Susan, please!”

“Slap the climax out of it, Debbie!”

She did as commanded, and gave herself four hard slaps, but each slap seemed to send an instant jolt to her clit, nearly setting her off, before the sting pushed the orgasm back.

Watching Debbie, pushed Stephanie over the edge, and she pleaded with Susan. “Please can I come, Madam Susan!”

“Yes, you may, my good little whore. Debbie, don’t stop rubbing until she’s done,” said Susan, firmly. “Come like a little fucking whore, Stephie!”

“Oh fuck, I’m coming, like… ah! Little… fuck-ing, whore!” screamed Stephanie. “Spank my slutty little cunt, please!”

Debbie was in shock when she heard that; Susan began slapping her clit at a blurring speed.

Stephanie’s body jerked and spasmed uncontrollably, and she grunted, “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

Debbie lost the battle. “Oh God, coming Madam Su–“

“Slap it ’til you come like a whore, Debbie!”

Debbie, feeling possessed, matched Susan’s speed, slapping her own clit hard, repeatedly, as fast as her hand could go. The orgasm took control of her body, as she joined Stephanie in the spastic, wailing dance of ecstasy. Each slap sent another jolt of pleasure through her body like never before.

“Are you coming like a whore?” asked Susan, smiling with a sense of unbridled power.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” chanted both, as Susan moved from spanking to rubbing Stephanie’s clit frantically.

“Rub the fuck out of your clit and don’t stop, Debbie!” barked Susan.

Debbie watched Susan’s flattened fingers rub Stephanie’s clit at distorting speed and followed her lead again.

“Don’t you fucking stop! Come like a little fucking whore, Debbie, ’til I tell you to stop.”

Her eyes locked on Stephanie’s cunt, as if her own fingers were somehow under Susan’s control. They both screamed in rhythmic, high-pitched bursts, as their bodies jerked uncontrollably; when Debbie suddenly felt an overwhelming intense feeling, not unlike the urge to pee, and suddenly warm, sticky juices burst from her pussy, as her clit fired like never before.

“Fu, uh, uh, uck!” Stephanie squealed as she released her own blasts of spraying come.

Their fingers moved so feverishly, they both sent droplets of cum splattering like rain.

“A double squirt! Holy fuck!” said Susan, amazed.

Stephanie had such a death grip on Susan’s thigh that Susan had to give in and let the climax end. Debbie was so caught up in the moment, she nearly couldn’t stop her assault on her own pussy.

When Debbie stopped, and caught her breath, Susan smiled at her.

“Good girl, Debbie, I’m so proud of you. Now, on your knees, and come beg Stephanie to taste her cunt, like a good whore should.”

Still too overwhelmed to think straight, she saw Stephanie’s glistening, almost red labia, spread open before her. The taste still lingered from the sampling of Stephanie’s fingers, and she knew she had to have more.

Susan and Stephanie sighed, watching in wonder as sweet innocent Debbie slid off the chair and crawled seductively toward Stephanie’s prize. Debbie tried to think about where to start, there were droplets of cunt juice spattered across Stephanie’s thighs, and her mons was coated completely.

“She looks so hungry, Stephie,” whispered Susan, brushing her ear with her lips.

Stephanie whimpered and spread herself open.

“Stephanie made quite the mess of herself, Debbie. A good whore cleans up after her subject,” said Susan, with a devious smile.

Debbie smiled back, never moving her eyes from Stephanie’s treasure. She nearly forgot what Susan had told her but managed to break from her single-minded focus on burying her face in her tangy sweetness and paused.

“Please let me taste her hot cunt, Madam Susan.” Part of her felt like she was telling herself what she wanted. “I want to feel her on my lips and taste her as she comes in my mouth. I’ll do anything you want.”

“You are her whore now, Debbie; you serve her until I tell you differently.”

Debbie broke her gaze from the pink prize, and looked Stephanie in the eye. “Can I please taste your cunt, lick you clean, and eat your beautiful cunt ’til you come in my mouth, Madam Stephanie?”

Stephanie gasped and nodded, until Susan cut in.

“You will call your superior whores Miss, and you will only use madam when referring to me, understood?”

“Yes, thank you Madam Susan. May I please taste your cunt, lick you clean, and eat your beautiful cunt ’til you come in my mouth, Miss Stephanie?”

“Yes, please Miss Debbie.”

“As her superior, you will refer to her as whore, Debbie, or Dee; understood, Stephie?”

“Yes, thank you Madam Susan, can she please suck my cunt?”

“Of course, she is yours, my good girl.”

With that, Debbie crawled between her legs, licking up the tangy-sweet droplets of Stephanie’s pussy juices, slowly working her way towards the target.

“I’m proud of you, Dee, you have taken very well to your training. I’m so glad Stephanie picked you for training. You really made an impression on her at that first rehearsal. I was beginning to think you might not turn, but I knew we had you when I saw how you looked at her this morning,” said Susan, in her sweet, soothing voice.

As Debbie savored Stephanie’s juices, she looked up at them, both smiling and contented. When Susan revealed it was Stephanie, who had put Debbie in their sights, she was shocked, and in a twisted way, flattered. She worked her way closer, her eyes passing from Stephanie’s to Susan’s, which were looking over Stephanie’s shoulder.

Their scents hung in the air, sending tingles through Debbie’s body as she breathed them in. Stephanie sat on the edge of the bed, between Susan’s spread legs with her calves draped over Susan’s thighs. The closer Debbie got, the wider Susan forced Stephanie’s legs.

Debbie reached under Susan’s thighs and wrapped her arms around them both for stability as she began to lick her way around Stephanie’s shaved mons. Her flavor grew more potent as she got closer to the source, and the scent more pungent. The effect on Debbie’s body was intoxicating. Every part of her felt alive, and each time her cheek touched the silky skin of Stephanie’s inner thigh, she would linger, relishing the feel.

As she zeroed in on the soft folds of pink tenderness, something instinctively drove her next move, and Stephanie’s reaction told Debbie her instincts were right on. She took a slow, steady lick up the center of her glistening lips, savoring the intensity of her flavor. Then opened wide and engulfed her labia sucking and wiggling her tongue rapidly up and down, nodding her head subtly.

Stephanie’s mouth opened wide, and a long, loud, primal groan reverberated through the cabin. Debbie hummed into her cunt, as Stephanie’s reaction brought back the throbbing ache in Debbie’s pussy.

Susan’s eyes widened. “Shit, Stephie. She’s a cunt-munching little whore, isn’t she?” declared Susan, in a sudden burst of jealousy.

Stephanie could only moan, as their excitement caused Debbie to increase her intensity.

“Dee, you little slut, you’ve done this before,” said Susan, emphatically, in the tone of a question.

“Mu-uh,” mumbled Debbie into Stephanie’s cunt, as she shook her head, setting Stephanie off a bit more.

“Oh, fuck, that’s so Ha!” whimpered Stephanie.

Debbie began to add rapid, little nods and head shakes, as she continued to devour her succulent folds.

“Damn, Stephie, she’s a fucking natural cunt-muncher. You picked a winner! I am very proud of you, Dee. I’ve never seen anyone come from pussy spanking their first time and you did it to yourself, and now you’re munching cunt like a fucking pro.”

Debbie found herself moaning into Stephanie’s pussy, like she was the one being pleasured. She pulled her knees in tightly and squeezed her thighs together, putting pressure on her pussy, then wiggled her hips, feeling like she might make herself come as she serviced sweet Stephanie.

“This is Stephie’s third cruise with me, and she finally had her first pussy-spanking orgasm just last night.”

Some sort of switch had flipped in Debbie’s mind. Every time Susan referred to her as a whore and then also a cunt-muncher, it made her pussy burn with lust. A day ago, she would have been offended beyond words, but at that moment, those words made her body ache for more. She pulled quickly off of Stephanie.

“Can I please make myself come for her, Madam Susan,” she begged, before plunging her mouth back into Stephanie’s pussy.

“What a greedy little whore, Debbie. I just let you come spanking your cunt. Now, you wanna come for her? You wanna come for you. You owe her three orgasms before you can even think about it, and now you’ve messed up the first one, talking when you should be munching’”

“Thorry Matham, Thuthan,” mumbled Debbie into Stephanie’s cunt, as she devoured her.

“Oh God, yes!” squeaked Stephanie.

“Fuck that looks like it feels good,” panted Susan.

Debbie looked up at them as she continued, sucking, tonging and wiggling her head, watching Stephanie’s reaction with each move. She did what she imagined would feel good for herself and it seemed to translate to exactly what Stephanie needed. Stephanie’s pussy felt so warm and soft, and the tangy, metallic taste set her taste buds off so much, she felt it in her clit.

Her tongue explored every fold and crease, and she marveled how smooth and tight the walls of her round, vaginal passage felt, as her tongue burrowed inside. The flavor seemed more concentrated as she pushed inside her. Debbie’s senses were overwhelmed, but with her eyes focused on Stephanie, she could concentrate on her one objective– tasting Stephanie as she came in her mouth.

Stephanie quickly succumbed to another climax, watching in wonder as the first timer played her like a fiddle.

“Oh fuck, I’m coming like a fu-cking whore!” screamed Stephanie, as her body began to spasm so hard her head thumped Susan’s chin.

Susan hugged her tightly to prevent any further blows, while she watched her subject flail from the oral talents of her latest conquest. Her own pussy was steaming as she waited her turn.

With each desperate moan, Debbie’s excitement grew and as Stephanie’s juices flowed, her pace quickened, milking her climax. Debbie’s head waggled quicker and quicker, as she gripped their thighs and pressed her tongue harder against her flooded cunt, never wanting to stop.

Stephanie’s hips jerked as Susan hugged tighter, for fear she would slip off the bed, until finally, Stephanie pushed Debbie’s head back with both hands and arched her back causing Susan to fall back on the bed clinging to her panting pet.

“Oh my God… Oh my God…” Stephanie panted, as she realized she was practically crushing Susan. “I’m, ah, sorry Madam Susan.” She slid off Susan and collapsed on the bed next to her, while Debbie had crawled back and was upright on her knees, smiling with pride after her first attempt at oral.

“Don’t apologize, Stephanie. That was… wow,” sighed Susan, feeling a little spent just watching. She rose back up to the seated position and smiled down at Debbie.

“I think you found your calling, sweet Dee,” said Susan, with a hungry look.

Susan positioned her ass at the edge of the bed and slowly spread her legs. Debbie stared at her glistening womanhood, and her mouth dropped when her labia slowly broke the tension of her wetness that held them together. Her heart skipped a beat, when they opened like a zipper and the pink crack between her dark lips emerged.

Debbie wanted her tongue there more than anything. Even as Stephanie lay panting and Debbie’s cheeks were still wet with cum, she longed to show her new Dom how much she wanted to please her too.

She took two knee-steps closer, like a Pavlovian dog, salivating at her dark pussy topped by the jet-black muff.

Susan could barely breathe as she saw her latest whore, embracing the role so strongly. Debbie’s face was like a starving predator finally faced with a feast of fresh meat. Susan’s inner voice told her to taunt her first, and make her earn it, but her pussy was begging her to shut up and to just let her have at it. Words were not coming to her lips, as she was mesmerized by Debbie’s singular focus.

Debbie needed a couple more knee-steps before she was close enough, and as she was about to take them, something in her mind stopped her. She knew the rules, and she needed to obey.

Her eye’s broke from her Dom’s precious flower and scanned upward. “Oh my,” she whispered, as she drank in her beautiful brown skin and her glorious curves. Her breasts were round and shapely and so much bigger than her own. Her areolas were as big as she’d ever seen, and her nipples stiff and inviting.

When she found her lovely face with her full glistening lips, she gasped and collected herself.

“Can I please taste you, Madam Susan. I’ll do whatever it takes.”

Susan stared back at the innocent singer’s desperate face. She thought of all the possibilities, but there was something about her newest addition that made it hard to think clearly. She wanted that cunt-munching mouth immediately and as she struggled for words, she felt Stephanie stir next to her.

“Stephie, my sweet, I think you should take the seat, you’re gonna want to watch this,” said Susan, not breaking her gaze.

“Thank you, Madam Susan,” she said, as she slid off the bed and took the seat behind Debbie.

The pause seemed endless, and Debbie feared the ‘sting of disobedience’ might not have been fully delivered yet. She tried to anticipate what Susan might demand and offered.

“I’d gladly make myself come to show you how much I want to please you.”

Susan, suddenly, found her words. “There’s my greedy little whore, thinking of satisfying her own ravenous little cunt first.”

She watched as shock and fear took over Debbie’s face, and she could not help but smile.

“No, please, Madam Susan, I’ll do whatever you want. I just want to obey! Please!”

“Okay then, I’ll take you at your word. You will remember you still owe Stephie two more orgasms, before you even think about it…”

“Yes, Madam Susan, I understand. I just thought after watching Stephanie come for you, that’s what you wanted…”

“You liked watching my good little whore masturbate for my Black cunt, didn’t you?”

Debbie was taken aback by the racial reference and was unsure how to respond but could only think of one response.

“Yes, Madam Susan.”

“She’s got a pretty little white ass and a pretty pink cunt, doesn’t she, Dee.”

“Yes, Madam Susan. I loved watching her finger melt into her pretty shaved cunt, while she begged.”

“Damn, Stephie, I need to know how you knew she’d be such an eager little whore.”

Stephanie didn’t know anything, she just thought Debbie was pretty and sweet.

Debbie looked at Susan, hoping her response did not set her off. She made sure to use the C-word. She grew nervous as Susan seemed to be contemplating something.

“I thank you for your openness, Dee.” Her eyes glanced at Stephanie, and she grinned as they returned to Debbie. “Hands and knees please.”

Debbie dropped down, hoping she would be rewarded. Susan’s eyes moved to Stephanie again.

“If it makes you feel any better, your bestie is staring at your chubby white ass as hungrily as you stared at hers. Does that excite you?”

The throbbing in Debbie’s pussy made it clear the answer was yes, but she recalled Stephanie’s answer to a similar question.

“I am excited about pleasing you, Madam Susan,” replied Debbie, even as she spread her knees farther apart to open herself for Stephanie to see.

“You are such a good little whore and a quick learner. Are you gonna shave your little White cunt for me like your bestie did?” she said, looking at Debbie sweetly.

“Yes, Madam Susan, anything you like. Can I please suck your cunt now?” She trembled as her eyes locked on target.

“Good girl, Dee. I’ve decided my little White whores should mark themselves for me. You girls will keep them shaved until I tell you to stop or you choose to leave. This will be your only requirement that does not end with the cruise, understood?

“Yes, Madam Susan,” they answered, in unison.

“Thank you, both. So, Dee, does this mean you’ll be back next year, too.”

Debbie’s mind rushed for an answer. The past few hours had been a string of completely unimaginable events, devoid of rational thought. She had no clue what she’d be doing in five minutes, let alone next year. She could barely grasp that she had just promised to shave her pussy.

Susan giggled. “I’m sorry, Dee, it’s a little too soon to think about that. We’re not even sure how that pretty little mouth is gonna take to my pussy yet. Let’s find out, shall we?”

“Thank you, Madam Susan,” replied Debbie, moving closer.

“Dee, honey, you still have some work to do to make up for your rudeness, earlier.”

“I’m sorry, Madam Susan. I was afraid and confused, but I’m here now, ready to obey, please forgive me.”

‘Didn’t you call me Susie, like a disrespectful, petulant, little child, Debbie?”

“I’m sorry–“

“Didn’t you kiss me on the deck with your panties soaked through and tell me, you felt nothing, like a child with chocolate on her face, denying she stole the candy.”

“Yes, Madam Susan, but–“

“And weren’t you late just to spite me, Debbie?”

“Well, I didn’t come here for, ah… this–“

“You’re still lying about that, and didn’t you tell me to stop what I was doing to Stephie, Debbie?”

“Yes, but I was in denial, I’ve never wanted anything so much, please let me show you, Madam Susan.”

“Damn, Debbie, I almost believe you,” said Susan, relishing the true desperation on Debbie’s face. “Convince me, Debbie.”

“When you first touched me yesterday on deck, I felt something stirring inside of me and I tried to deny it. When your lips got close to mine, I wanted to kiss you and had to close my eyes to break the thought. But even then, I could taste your breath when you were so close to me. I don’t think my pussy– I mean my cunt– has stopped aching for you since.”

Debbie took two deep breaths, and trembled. “I can feel my cunt juice oozing down my thigh, from just your scent. I want to taste you and let my tongue service your beautiful pussy. I want to lose myself in your hot wetness, and pleasure you until you tell me to stop, Madam Susan. I’m so sorry I denied it. I was stubborn and terrified about losing control, but now I don’t want control. You’ve shown me things I never imagined…”

“I’m going to give your stubborn chubby White ass one last chance. I’m going to let you have one lick, so you will know, Debbie. One taste of Black cunt and you can take that knowledge and walk away or stay as a hungry White whore for Black cunt.”

“Thank you, Madam Susan,” she replied, staring at the dark gray wrinkled lips surrounding her glistening pink crease.

Susan smiled with the confidence of knowing, not only was Debbie hers, but that she may be her most willing slut yet. She’d converted many lesbians to Black-cunt whores and a few straight women, but none quite so strait-laced. She could feel the dam break in Debbie, and all the repressed thoughts and pent-up guilt for having them, burst the levies. Those walls were rubble at the bottom of a sea of passion that could never be contained again. Controlled and directed, but never truly contained.

“A second lick means you are mine, Debbie. I own your tight little White cunt, and that pretty, fat, white ass is mine… Look at me, Debbie,” commanded Susan, as she leaned forward and gripped her hair at the back of her head.

Debbie complied and saw her beautiful ebony obsession with the piercing dark eyes and full soft lips, smiling at her. Unsure exactly why, Debbie whispered, “Thank you, Madam Susan.”

Susan pulled her face dangerously close to her poignant treasure and held her firmly. Each breath flooded Debbie’s mind and body with Susan’s essence.

“If there’s a second lick, for the duration of the trip, you will service me however I see fit.

“Thank you, Madam Susan.”

“I appreciate your manners, Debbie, but right now you need to listen. You will service my established whores, as you would service me, but only I decide when you come. If you are obedient, the rewards will be great. Won’t they, Stephie?”

“Yes, Madam Susan, very.”

“How many times have you come since last night, Stephie?”

“Seven times, Madam Susan.”

“And is the night over?”

“No, Madam Susan.”

“Do you think you could handle coming more than seven times a day, Debbie?”

Debbie was once again speechless. Just moments earlier, she had given herself a powerful climax in such a way that she could barely comprehend. Though her pussy ached for more, she could not imagine seven in one day.

“I’m not sure, Madam Susan,” she answered, truthfully.

“But you’d like to try?” asked Susan.

“Yes, please, Madam Susan.”

“Then you’ll want to take the second lick. I’ve decided that you may not share your secret outside of our inner circle. I will make your siblings and friends believe you are a tease, toying with your hungry lesbian fan club, for the thrill of it, with no reward for us poor drooling groupies. I want there to be no outside influences to sway your decisions. It will be solely up to you how far you’re willing to take this. Your secret will be safe with us.”

“Thank you, Madam Susan, can I please taste you now?” pleaded Debbie.

“That sounds so sweet– if I were looking for a girlfriend, Debbie. But what I want is an obedient, little White cunt-munching whore to beg for my Black cunt, and do whatever I tell her, to whomever I tell her to do it. Can you convince me you deserve my cunt, Debbie?”

Debbie felt the unmerciful throbbing between her legs grow with each degrading word from Susan’s mouth. With her succulence just out of reach of her tongue, her scent seemed to intensify by the minute. She would never have imagined being in this position, but something deep inside her needed it.

“Oh, please, Madam Susan. My pussy is soaking wet for you. I’ve never wanted anything so much. I’ll do anything you want. But please, let me be your nasty White whore, and service your beautiful Black cunt. I want to kiss and touch every inch of your gorgeous, black body…”

Susan gripped her hair harder and teased her head so close, her nose tip touched her moist heat. Debbie’s tongue extended to meet her, when she was once again pulled back.

“I wish I could believe you, Debbie. Hmm, Stephie, honey, can you please insert a couple fingers into my obstinate little bitch and tell me if it’s true that her whore-hole is ‘soaking wet’?”

“Thank you, Madam Susan,” replied Stephanie, as she eagerly complied.

Debbie moaned loudly as she felt Stephanie reach between her legs and drag her fingers from Debbie’s clit to her ass crack, and repeating it three times, spreading her wetness over her entire ass crack, before she slipped two fingers into Debbie’s raging cunt. She slowly pushed them to the hilt, while her thumb wiggled against Debbie’s lubed asshole. Debbie moaned open-mouthed, her tongue half out, showing her eagerness to taste.

“Yes, Madam Susan, she is soaking wet and very tight,” said Stephanie, as Debbie moaned, flooding Susan’s pussy with her hot breath.

Susan looked Debbie in the eyes. “One lick, Debbie, make it count.”

She held her firmly by the hair but allowed her to lean in for her first taste of Black cunt. She extended her tongue and dropped her head down to the bottom of her slit, pressed it firmly against her and slowly dragged her taste buds up her length, savoring the soft, moist warmth and her sweet, tangy juices. They hummed together as she made the most of her one exquisite lick.

Her tongue contacted all the way into her dark triangular muff, when Susan pulled her hair holding her back. Debbie stared up at her, with her lips puckered out and mouth open, mindlessly rocking her body, on Stephanie’s fingers.

“It’s decision time, Dee,” said Susan, softly, with a devious grin. “Are you fucking Stephanie’s fingers like a little fucking whore, Debbie?” Her tone had become more intense.

“Yes, I want to be your nasty White whore servicing your beautiful Black cunt. Ah!” yelled Debbie, as she jerked her head free and plunged her open mouth onto Susan’s pussy.

She engulfed Susan’s labia with her wide-open mouth, fucking Stephanie’s fingers and trying to keep her focus on munching Susan’s cunt like she did Stephanie’s. She sucked and swirled her tongue while her body rocked.

“Oh fuck, she’s good,” moaned Susan to Stephanie.

“So good!” agreed Stephanie.

“Oh yeah, baby, munch my cunt like a hungry fucking whore!” moaned Susan, as she placed her hand gently on the back of Debbie’s head.

“I ah! Think sh-ee lied to us. Oh fuck. You were a cunt — fuck — muncher all along. Holy shit! I’m gonna come.”

Debbie shook her head, fighting back a smile as a sense of pride washed through her. She had never been with a woman, and hearing and feeling the reaction from her new Madam made her exceedingly proud.

She watched as Susan’s body jerked and her glorious tits bounced while she flooded Debbie’s tongue with her sweet, sticky cum. Debbie fucked Stephanie’s fingers faster as her excitement grew, when suddenly Stephanie pulled them out leaving her whimpering for more.

“You don’t get to come yet, whore,” said Stephanie, reminding Debbie of the pecking order.

So, Debbie took out her frustrations by increasing her focus on pleasuring Susan and picked up her pace as she took control of her Madam’s body. Her mouth and tongue were the puppet strings that caused Susan to flail and jerk at her command.

Susan was in awe, as no one had ever quite devoured her pussy so completely. Her mouth opened wide as Debbie pressed her swirling tongue hard against her slit then pulled back sucking her labia into her mouth, bobbing and shaking, in constant motion. Her tongue seemed to be everywhere at once, with her warm lips sucking and releasing.

Looking back afterward, Susan would call it a total-pussy orgasm. But at that moment, it was a paralyzing wave of ecstasy that took her whole body.

Debbie hummed and moaned as Susan’s cum flooded her face, her body spasming at the will of Debbie’s mouth.

Susan groaned in a rhythmic primal rumble, while Debbie milked her climax for all she could. Finally, Susan pulled hard on her hair, breaking the puppet strings and regaining control.

“Holy fuck!” panted Susan, as Debbie gently leaned in and began to lick her Madam clean.

As she slowly consumed the escaped nectar from Susan’s folds, Debbie knew she had made the right choice, and a feeling of contented relief overtook her as she thought about Susan’s decision not to let her tell the others. There was something very satisfying; knowing it was her secret to share with only Susan, and her inner circle.

It was the first time she had thought about the outside world since entering the room. As she continued her mission devouring Susan’s sweet juices, she wondered what the others had been up to. But before her mind could go there, Susan commanded her.

“Onto the bed, hands and knees.”

Susan stood up and went to her suitcase. Debbie tried to look back to see what was happening.

“Turn around, face down ass in the air and spread your knees!” barked Susan.

“Thank you, Madam Susan,” replied Debbie, fearing the sting of disobedience may be coming again.

She did as commanded, shoving her ass high and spreading her knees wide. Susan approached and her fingers slid the length of her crack several times. “Your pussy is a hot mess, Debbie.”

“Huh, ah, please, Madam, ah!” squeaked Debbie.

Susan’s fingers rubbed her swollen wetness, and her thumb pushed against her asshole again.

She stepped around the bed, still touching her, and pressed a little plastic egg-shaped device into Debbie’s mouth. “Lube this up, sweet Dee.”

Debbie sucked it in, and a little plastic tail stuck out. She’d heard about something like it before. You put it in and your partner controls it. She felt it start to vibrate in her mouth, tickling her tongue when Susan’s fingers slipped into her pussy, causing her to whimper.

Once again, Debbie was in disbelief. Susan pushed the envelope every chance she had, and Debbie was unable to resist. She found herself rocking forward and back, fucking Susan’s fingers while her thumb stimulated her asshole, knowing the egg would soon be inside her and Susan would be in control.

“Look how excited our little whore is, Stephie,” teased Susan.

“Oh God, please, Madam Susan,” begged Debbie, for what felt like the hundredth time.

“Here’s how this will go for the rest of the day, until you come back here after the show, sweet Dee,” explained Susan, calmly, as Debbie continued to rock. “As long as I’m in Bluetooth range, I will control your egg. You must keep it in except to relieve yourself, you may not come unless I give you permission, understood?”

“Yes, thank you, Madam Susan,” she said, with the egg in her mouth.

“I want you to wear a skirt like I saw on your website and no panties, understood?”

“Yes, thank you, Madam Susan.”

“Do you want it in your asshole or your cunt today?”

Debbie’s eyes widened as she processed the question. “Cunt, please, Madam Susan,” she said, realizing she would be taking it in her ass soon enough. That thought was almost too much to comprehend, if not for the thumb wiggling against her asshole. It somehow added to the stimulation of the fingers in her pussy.

“Okay, hand it to me and I’ll put it in for you,” said Susan, calmly, as if talking about the weather.

The tail was a three-inch-long silicone loop and Debbie gripped it and handed the saliva-coated toy to her new Madam.

“Good girl, Debbie,” said Susan, sweetly, as she removed her fingers and spun in the egg. “You are so tight, sweet Dee.”

Once inside, Susan played with it, tugging gently on the tail and releasing it a few times. “I think that’s gonna stay in nicely.

Then, suddenly, it began to vibrate, and Debbie felt it from her ass to her thighs.

“Oh! Ah! That’s ah! Please turn it off, I’m gonna come!” shouted Debbie.

“Sweetie, that’s the low setting…”

Suddenly, the vibration level went off the charts and Debbie yelled, “Fuck!” before burying her face in the comforter and let out a long, loud scream of pleasure into the bed. Then it switched back to low, and Debbie somehow managed to stop herself from coming.

“Sweet Dee drops the ‘F-bomb’, I like it. You’re talking like a whore now.”

She suddenly felt like her bladder was going to burst. “Please, can I pee, Madam Susan?”

“Of course, you may; thanks for asking. Tell you what. Go take care of business, clean yourself up and get dressed. There should be time to go back to your cabin and shave before rehearsal. You’ll let us watch rehearsal, won’t you?”

“Yes, Madam Susan. Thank you, Madam Susan.”

“One more thing. You may come as many times as you like if you are on stage, just give me the thumbs up and I will turn in on high.”

“Thank you, Madam Susan,” responded Debbie, with no intention of ever doing that.

All she knew at that moment was she had to pee, more than she could remember in a very long time.

“I hope that you’ve learned that the bliss of obedience is much better than the sting of defiance, Debbie!”

Suddenly, she felt a sharp, stinging slap to her ass that nearly released her bladder.

“Yes, Madam Susan. Thank you, Madam Susan, can I please pee?” she pleaded, with a scrunched face.

Then a series of stinging swats vibrated her loins as she struggled to hold it in.

“Ne-ver dis-o-bey me a-gain. Un-der-stood, Deb-bie?” grunted Susan, swatting her ass in rhythm with her broken words.

“Yes, Ma-dam Su-san. Thank you, Ma-dam Su-san!” Debbie pleaded, with each slap nearly making her lose control.

“I will work my way to the stage tonight, and I want you to show me your toy tail. If you do that, I will have a special treat for you.”

The desperation in Debbie’s voice was obvious with the egg vibrating her bladder. “Thank, you, Madam, Susan,” grunted Debbie, fighting to hold it in. “May I please pee!”

“Yes, sounds like you better hurry…”

Debbie rolled over and off the bed and stepped toward the bathroom.

“Don’t forget your clothes, Debbie,” barked Susan.

Debbie moved quickly to find the bikini parts and snatched them up. She ran to the bathroom, pulled the toy out, as her bladder released, the second her ass hit the seat.

“I’m very proud of how far you’ve come today, Debbie!” yelled Susan through the door. “See you soon, sweet Dee.”

Debbie looked at the black glistening egg vibrating on the counter as a feeling of sweet relief set in. Followed by a taste of reality. With the egg out and the solitude of the bathroom, a moment of reflection ensued. It seemed as if she had watched the events of the day, from outside of her body. She had no idea how she could face her siblings and perform with the ruthless little toy constantly tingling inside her.

But there was a new little voice in her head that was already pleading for the egg to be reinserted. She knew, deep inside, that that voice was going to win for the remainder of the cruise and a big part of her was happy about that. As she cleaned herself up, she wondered what the others had been up to, and what she would tell them she had been doing.

To be continued

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I wrote this in a day so be nice and have fun (;

The Deal

Jane Rosten is well known at the university for throwing some of the best parties. Unfortunately throwing amazing parties does not count as part of the curriculum. Her academic advisor just informed her that she isn’t on the track to graduate next year. Now she is on her way to her professor’s office to talk about extra credit or at least something that will bump her grade up. If she remembers the rumors correctly Professor Reed is very understanding. Sadly, the next professor she has to visit is not. Professor Griffin is notorious for not giving any wiggle room for climbing letter grades.

Jane takes a deep breath and walks into the older woman’s office. “Professor Reed, I-” She stops dead in her tracks as the door closes behind her. She didn’t expect for the teacher to have company and the company just so happened to be Professor Griffin. “Oh, P-Professor Griffin. I’m so sorry. I forgot to knock.” Erin Reed licks her lips and smirks at the young woman. Jane Rosten was one of her most promising students in her first year of college until the young brunette got sucked into the party scene. Her popularity grew as her class attendance and grades diminished. She always kept an eye out for the good looking students anyhow.

Carol Griffin looks at the woman over her shoulder and sighs softly. It’s not that she doesn’t like the young brunette. Jane has always been one of her favorite students to talk about with Erin. The young brunette has started a few hot make out sessions and eventually further between the two of them. She had met Erin on the redhead’s first day of teaching and they had hit it off right then. Eventually Carol had asked the woman on a date which went horrible yet the night ended in sex which they both agreed was too enjoyable to put a stop to. Neither wanted any type of serious relationship but decided to continue their friendship as friends with benefits. Erin was just about to go down on her when the young woman had walked in.

“Well, this is actually good that you’re both here. I need to talk to you both about extra credit.” Jane notices the blonde roll her eyes and quickly tries to save herself. “Or maybe something else to bump my grade?” She asks hopefully and bites her lip in concern. Erin squeezes her thighs together underneath the desk as she watches the young woman bite her lip. Carol hums in debate before sliding off the desk and turning to look at the brunette. She glances at her friend and raises an eyebrow.

“Why should we bump your grade?” Carol asks and stalks forward to study the young brunette. Jena swallows roughly and glances to Erin before sighing deeply.

“At this point I’m not going to graduate on time. I know I messed up. I just need the opportunity to get back on track.” She looks hopefully at the blonde in front of her. Carol reaches out to push a strand of hair behind the brunette’s ear.

“What are you willing to do for us?” Carol whispers and smirks a little. Jane swallows hard and tries to calm her suddenly rapidly beating heart. She glances again to Professor Reed who has leaned back in her chair to watch them with dark eyes. She finally notices the hot sexual tension in the office that she should have noticed when she first walked in. Professor Griffin wasn’t sitting on the other woman’s desk for no reason. Despite the slight nervousness and maybe fear she feels in this moment she can’t help the fact that she is fighting the urge to squeeze her thighs together in hope of some type of friction.

“What do you want, Professor Griffin?” Jane asks softly and looks back to Professor Griffin anxiously. Carol moves forward until Jane is forced to step back and step back again before she finally stops from the door behind her.

“We want you to go down on us.” She husks and reaches over to flick the lock on the door. Jane releases a light laugh at the blunt words and looks over to see the redhead eagerly leaning forward to hear her answer.

“You’re serious?” Jane questions and sucks in a breath as the blonde cups her chin.

“Yes or no.” Carol tries not to smirk too happily at putting the young woman in such a compromising situation. Jane looks at the blonde lips before back up to her cold blue eyes.

“You both promise to raise my grade?” It’s ridiculous that she is even considering this. However, if she doesn’t graduate then her parents will kick her out. She doesn’t have many places to go. Erin stands and walks around to the two where Carol has now released the young woman’s chin to instead slightly drop it down to graze her chest.

“Of course, Jane. As long as you follow through with your side of the deal and you promise to never speak of this?” Erin raises an eyebrow as she comes to lean against the door next to the brunette. She watches as the young woman turns to look at her and her friend’s hand gently caresses her neck- Carol’s eyes filled with hunger.

“Never.” Jane husks and starts to breathe heavily from the blonde so softly touching her skin. Erin bites her lip and nods her head to Carol before leaning in to kiss the brunette.

“Good girl.” She husks and smiles as the young woman gasps from the blonde starting to kiss her neck. “Have you been with a woman before?” Erin asks as she moves to stand behind Carol and starts to unbutton her blouse. Jane nods her head and reaches up to slide her fingers in blonde locks to keep the woman’s lips against her neck. She is at a loss for words at this point. Also, she doesn’t think the two women would care to hear about her drunken lesbian activities as a young freshmen college student. Her eyes slide shut when Professor Griffin starts to nibble at her ear and a moan escapes her. The woman’s hands start to slide underneath her t-shirt so Jane reaches down to grab the material and pull it off- reluctantly stopping the blonde from kissing her neck. Carol stares at the young woman’s body and licks her lips.

“Fuck me.” Erin whispers and pulls the blonde’s blouse down her arms to toss to the floor as they both look at the student in front of them. It is no secret how hot the brunette is yet neither of them expected what they are seeing now. The young woman is wearing a lacy half cup bra which makes her beautiful breasts full and perky. Her tan skin glows even in the low lighting of the office. The six pack abs are certainly a surprise- one that is not a downfall to either of the older women. Carol bites her lip and groans softly. Jane in response blushes and looks away. Erin reaches around her friend to grab the brunette’s hand and pull her farther into the office.

“I think we’re going to have a lot of fun with you Jane.” Erin smirks and leans back against the desk as Jane comes to stand between her open legs. She pulls the young student into a delicate kiss before continuing with a much deeper one. Carol follows them to stand behind the young woman and slowly undress her with a delighted smirk stuck on her face. Erin starts to take off her own clothes as Jane becomes more eager to touch her. She reaches out to grope the young student’s breasts and moans softly along with her. Jane whimpers against the redhead’s lips when the other professor moves her hand just an inch away from her pussy. Carol smirks and nibbles at the brunette’s neck to drive her a little more crazy. Once she notices Erin is only in her lacy thong that has a noticeable wet spot on the crotch she pulls her hand away from Jane who nearly groans at the loss.

“Why don’t you show us what you’ve got Jane?” Carol husks into her ear and places a hand on her shoulder. Jane bites her lip and happily kneels down in front of Erin. She grabs the woman’s underwear to pull it down her legs and reveal her pussy. She’s slightly shocked to see that the carpet matches the drapes and smirks at the professor before leaning in for a taste.

“Just seeing her between your legs is making me hot.” Carol whispers to Erin as she comes to stand beside her friend- pushing the hair out of Jane’s eyes so their star student can look up at them. Jane hums happily and reaches up to grab the woman’s thighs to pull her closer. Erin closes her eyes and leans back as her jaw drops from the pleasure. “Is she good?” Carol husks as her lips start to trail across her neck and chest. Erin moans softly and nods her head then turns to look at the blonde with dark lustful eyes.

“Her tongue is nearly as good as yours.” Erin husks with a soft smirk knowing that Carol likes competition and hates her reputation being questioned. Carol knows the naughty redheads plan but falls into her trap nonetheless. She clenches her jaw and reaches up to grab a fistful of silky red hair to jerk the woman’s head back. Erin gasps and arches her back with the movement. She likes it rough more often than not and her friend knows just how to push the right buttons. Pushing the limit of pain and pleasure with a pretty schoolgirl between her legs is sending shocks of pleasure all through her body. Jane, slightly shocked to see the blonde use such a rough hand, nearly stops at the movement but the other teacher’s body shivers and she knows the rough move was for fun. She keeps an eye on the blonde who is now whispering to the redhead while twisting and pinching her rock hard nipples.

“Don’t forget who you’re loyal to Erin. I would hate to embarrass you in front of our guest. Remember the last time you made me jealous?” Carol whispers as her fingers give the closest nipple a slightly harder pinch than before. “You soaked the sheets after I made you wait all night just to cum.” Erin groans as her body writhes at the feeling. She can’t seem to keep her breath steady or her body still anymore. There’s too many feelings. The brunette eating her out very skillfully, Carol’s hands pulling her hair and twisting her nipples, and the blonde’s hot breath washing across her ear and neck as she speaks dirty things to her. The mention of the time Carol made her beg for release is a memory she loves very much. Hot arousal shoots through her as she pictures that night in her head. She whimpers and starts bucking into the brunette’s mouth in the hope of cumming. She doesn’t want to wait any longer.

“Yes.” Erin mutters under her breath.

“You liked that, did you? Just thinking about how you writhed and screamed when you finally reached your orgasm has you dripping wet.” Carol husks into her ear as her hand roughly palms the red head’s breast and she jerks her head back even farther. Erin moans louder and attempts to nod her head. Jane moans against her teacher’s clit and eagerly sucks on the little nub. That has the woman nearly shaking in pleasure but she’s not over the edge yet. Jane feels her own wetness pooling inside her panties. She is so aroused that the wet lace rubbing against her lips make her want more. She carefully and discreetly kicks off her shoe and moves the heel of her foot to rest against her pussy. The pressure is so delicious she cant help but groan against the woman and work harder to make the redhead reach her peak. She then starts subtly rocking against her own foot for pleasure. Erin is finally starting to crack. A few more strokes on her clit, a few more words, a few more tugs on her nipples and she will be blissfully over the edge.

“I-I’m gonna cum.” Erin gasps and turns her head just in time for Carol to crush their lips together. They might have an office at the end of the hall but the walls aren’t sound proof. The red haired woman writhes, gasps, and moans as she rides out her orgasm. Jane whimpers and grinds her hips down until she feels herself falling over the edge. She covers up her moans by continuing to eat out her teacher. Erin is in far too much hazy pleasure to realize what Jane has done but Carol spots it as clear as day. She releases the redhead but easily wraps an arm around her waist to make sure she is leaning against the desk. Jane finally tears herself away from the redhead and leans back as she lets the aftershocks course through her body. Carol narrows her eyes and swiftly cups the brunette’s chin- smirking when the young woman looks at her with wide eyes.

“You just had a fucking orgasm, didn’t you?” Carol asks with a raised eyebrow. Jane’s cheeks flush bright red and try not to look at the smirking woman. She doesn’t get embarrassed easily but this particular situation is easy to be embarrassed by. Erin is back to her normal self and huffs happily with a smile. “Come here.” Carol takes the young woman’s hand to help her onto her feet then leads her around the desk. “Sit down. You’ll pick up where Erin left off.” She pulls the hem of her skirt up to her waist and then her panties down to her ankles. Jane tries to hide her excitement as she sits down and the blonde curls her finger to motion her closer while she climbs to sit on the desk. Erin eagerly starts to transfer items from her desk to a different table so she has enough room for her idea. Jane licks her lips and runs her hands up the blonde’s thighs before pulling her closer. She leans in to finally touch her lips to the blonde’s hot pussy. The taste of her has Jane eagerly diving in deeper. Carol groans softly as she arches her back, thrusting her hips forward and smirking over at Erin who is watching them intensely.

“Fucking hell. I wish we had a bed in here. I have too many dirty thoughts going through my head right now.” Erin mumbles mostly to herself. Carol looks back to the young woman between her legs with a devious plan and reaches down to tangle her fist in brunette hair.

“She isn’t as good as you say Erin.” Carol connects her eyes with Jane and raises an eyebrow. If she’s right, then the young woman has the same competitive complex as herself. She intends to bring that fire out in her. Jane furrows her eyebrows at the challenge and immediately sends a rough flick of her tongue to the blonde’s clit. Carol huffs softly with a smile on her lips as she lets her head fall back with her eyes closed to enjoy the feeling. The delicious feeling of a woman eating her out with desperate desire. Erin stands behind Carol and reaches around to grab her by the chin.

“I want you to tell me exactly what she’s doing to you.” Erin whispers excitedly as her lips gently press against the blonde’s. Carol nods her head and leans forward at the redhead’s persistence. Erin climbs on top of the desk behind the blonde with her legs placed on the outside of the long tan legs surrounding the brunette’s head. She leans in to place soft kisses along her neck and reaches around to grab her boobs. By now Carol isn’t as calm as she had been just seconds ago. Erin knows first hand that their young student’s tongue is skillful.

“Fuck.” Carol mutters as she arches against the hands on her body and the tongue between her legs. She shakes her head as she makes room for the lips on her neck. “S-She’s, um, sucking my clit.” She whispers as Erin pinches her nipples in just the right way. Erin looks down toward the brunette who has looked up at them when Carol started talking. Her own pussy starts throbbing with want at the sight of dark brown eyes looking at her from between her friend’s legs. She gives the girl a wink and brings her lips to the blonde’s ear.

“I know how good that feels. Especially when she starts using her tongue to flick you off as well. What else is she doing Carol?” Erin husks with a pointed look to their young student. Jane easily picks up on the hint and slides her tongue against the professor’s throbbing bud while sucking her gently. Carol moans louder and drops her head back. Her toes curl inside her heels as her hand makes a fist in dark chocolate locks.

“Her tongue… is licking my entire pussy.” Carol finishes the sentence with a small whimper of surprise when Erin bites down on her neck. These two women are driving her crazy. She has never whimpered for sex but she just did. Erin smiles and reaches down to tease her fingertips across the blonde’s heated thighs.

“Oh yeah. Her tongue hits you in all the right places, doesn’t it?” Erin asks her friend who only nods in agreement. Suddenly, Jane stops and pulls away. Carol immediately snaps her head up to look down at the woman in confusion. She’s about to ask the brunette where she thinks she’s going but the words disappear as she sees her student slide two fingers into her mouth. Erin was confused as well until she saw the brunette’s fingers slide in her mouth. A shot of lustful heat settles right between her legs as her body flushes red. Jane smirks around her fingers before pulling them out to place at Carol’s entrance. She leans back down to gently use her tongue on the woman’s clit while sliding her fingers inside. Carol gasps softly and closes her eyes at the unbelievable feelings of those fingers entering her. The fist she has in Jane’s hair tightens as her hips grind down to take her fingers deeper. Jane moves slowly at first before picking up speed. She knows that if she curls her fingers at just the right time and spots that she’ll coax a very passionate orgasm from the blonde. Her first time with a woman was with a true lesbian so needless to say she knows all the tricks to make a woman cum just how she wants. Erin bites her lip as she watches the brunette. She’s shocked by how fascinated she is by the young woman. If they play this right then they might be able to add a third person to their friends with benefits deal.

“Her fingers are deep inside my pussy. Fuck…Erin, I’m going to cum.” Carol moans desperately and turns her head to crush their lips together. Erin moans into her mouth and brings one hand up to caress her neck. Jane releases her own moans against the blonde’s pussy and fucks her harder. Carol arches her back grabbing the desk and pulling Jane’s hair as she reaches her orgasm. Erin tries to kiss Carol through her orgasm but the blonde convulses so hard she can’t help but curl around the brunette between her thighs- moaning wildly as she does. Carol groans and pushes Jane’s head away from her with a smile. “Fuck.” She pants out and shakes her head. Jane licks her lips then her fingers with a very pleased smile. She runs her hand up the blonde’s thigh and moves closer.

“How was that?” Jane looks between the two women. Erin smiles at the young woman’s eagerness for praise. Carol takes a deep breath and leans back into Erin.

“It was very good Jane.” Carol glances to Erin over her shoulder then smiles at their student. “You’re free to go. We’ll post your grade by the end of the day.” She smirks deviously when the brunette’s smile falls.

“I, um, right. I should go.” Jane stands up with her eyebrows furrowed in disappointment. She assumed the older women would be interested in fucking her next but she suposses that wasn’t their deal. Erin narrows her eyes at the blonde and grabs Jane’s wrist when she starts walking around the desk.

“Or you could help us off this desk so we can fuck you.” Erin smiles and pulls the young woman in for a kiss when she sighs. Carol slides off the desk then helps Erin off as well before leading Jane to sit on top of it.

“Come here.” Carol grasps her student by the chin and pulls her into a kiss. Jane eagerly moves her hands to her professor’s ass and squeezes. She moans softly when the woman reaches between her legs to cup her pussy. Carol teases her clit slowly and softly until she has Jane panting and moaning. The girl is squirming and nearly bucking for more of her fingers but she keeps herself as controlled as she can. Suddenly, Carol pulls away and Jane’s eyes fly open as her lips follow the ones just against hers.

“W-Why’d you stop? It felt good.” Jane whispers softly in confusion. Carol takes a step back and leads the woman off the desk to turn her around.

“Bend over and stop asking questions.” Carol whispers into her ear then roughly presses the brunette against the desk. Jane moans and looks to Erin who is watching them from the other desk. She glances down to spot the redhead’s hand restlessly running across the skin of her thigh. Erin smirks when she notices her student watching and spreads her legs wider to start playing with her pussy. Jane moans louder and arches her back for Carol. The blonde teases her so easily it drives Jane crazy that those fingers aren’t inside of her or on her clit. Suddenly Carol’s free hand is jerking Jane’s head back by her hair so she can whisper in her ear.

“Tell me you want me to fuck you.” Carol husks and nips at her student’s neck. Jane melts at those words and nods her head.

“Please fuck me.” Jane begs softly and pushes back into her teacher. Carol easily thrusts two fingers inside of the brunette’s hot, wet pussy. All three of them moan. Erin has had enough solo play and swiftly moves in front of the young student on the other side of the desk. Jane grabs the redhead’s hand coated in cum and takes them into her mouth as her eyes lock with her teacher. Erin feels the dominant side of herself peeking out at the act. Carol smirks and twists her fingers inside of the young woman- drawing out a long moan. Erin pulls her fingers from the brunette’s mouth and slowly wraps her fingers around her throat. She pauses to make sure the action isn’t unwanted. Jane hums loudly while she begins rocking into the blonde behind her and closes her eyes. Erin tightens her grip and leads the young woman to lean back into Carol as she climbs onto the desk. Without removing her hand from the brunette’s throat she places herself on the desk with Jane standing between her sticky thighs with Carol still fucking her from behind.

“You like that?” Erin husk against the woman’s lips and her other hand cups her breast. Jane nods as much as she can with the hand around her throat. Erin’s eyes look at Carol who is smirking while watching her fingers slide inside the young woman. Erin presses her thumb up against the woman’s chin to tilt her head up and expose her neck. She brings her lips to tease the brunette’s flushed skin while her fingers pinch the woman’s nipple.

“I think you want another finger. Don’t you? You want to be filled with Professor Griffin’s fingers.” Erin growls into the sweet girl’s ear. Jane can’t help but drop her jaw and release a breathy moan at her words. Carol moves in closer until the brunette’s thighs are pressed against the desk and her other arm wraps around her student’s stomach. Her fingers slide out just enough to add a third finger before sliding back in. Jane lets out another moan and grinds as much as she can onto those fingers inside of her.

“Good girl.” Carol husks into her other ear while Erin’s teeth nibble on her earlobe. Jane whimpers at the sensations and reaches out to grab onto something. One hand grabs the blonde’s arm around her waist and her other hand clenched down on the redhead’s thigh. Erin chuckles softly and tightens her grip yet again on the woman’s throat.

“You think that feels good?” Erin whispers as her fingers teasingly trail down the woman’s ripped abs. “You should have her take you with her strap on.” Jane gasps in surprise at the thought. The ideas and pictures that flash across her mind make her groan and helplessly grind harder into the blonde. Carol’s own mind gets overthrown by pleasure and dirty thoughts with her student. She thrusts harder and faster. Erin smirks at the two women trying desperately to fulfil their dirty minds. She loosens her grip slightly and starts to rub the brunette’s clit with two fingers. The reaction is exactly what she wanted. Jane is desperate for more and struggles to decide having more fingers inside of her or rubbing her clit. She’s rocking back and forth desperately trying to reach her orgasm. Erin tightens her grip again and forces Jane’s mouth down onto hers. She pulls away when she thinks the young student is close.

“Don’t you fucking cum. Not yet. Hold it baby.” Erin demands while her fingers slow down. Jne whimpers but nods her head. She attempts to hold her breath in the hope that it will slow her orgasm. “Fuck, I can feel how hot and wet you are. You’re taking her fingers so good. Just like that. Tell me when you can’t hold it anymore.” Erin whispers torturously as her fingers pick up speed again. Jane cries out and lasts only three more seconds before caving.

“Plu-Please. Gonna-uh, cum.” Jane mutters against the redhead’s smirking lips.

“Do the honors Carol.” Erin husks and tightens her fingers so they are constricting the brunette’s blood flow and not her windpipe. Creating a euphoric experience on top of her climactic rush. Carol moves her free hand back to the brunette’s hair to jerk her head back just like before.

“Cum for us.” Carol growls deeply into her ear. At hearing those words Jane feels the flood gates open. Her eyes roll back in her head as her knees go weak. Carol bends the brunette over enough to keep her from falling completely to her knees. Erin quickly covers the brunette’s lips with her own at the first load moan that comes from the student- both hands slipping to her breasts in order to prevent overstimulation but stay close. Carol leans back with her hips still pressed tightly against the young woman’s ass with her fingers buried deep inside of her. She pants heavily as she watches her friend and student kiss and writhe. Jane finally pulls herself together enough to stand on her wobbly legs and gasp for breath. She smiles and releases a chuckle with the shake of her head.

“I’ve never…that was…no words but thank you.” Jane leans in for one more kiss from Erin then leans back enough to kiss Carol over her shoulder. She moans softly with a shiver when the blonde pulls out her fingers. She pulls away from the kiss and eagerly leads the blonde’s fingers into her mouth to suck them clean. Carol moans while Erin stares in awe of their student. Once those fingers leave her mouth she smirks. She’s about the offer another round when her ringtone starts to go off. She pulls herself away from the two women to find her phone in her jeans. It’s her friend that she was supposed to meet for lunch.

“Shit. I, uh, have to go.” She scrambles to pull on her clothes. Erin and Carol casually pull on their own as well. She finishes putting on her clothes and faces the two women again. “I know I did this for the grade but I would really like to do this again.” She moves to Erin and easily starts a kiss so heated that Erin nearly forgets that the young woman is supposed to be leaving and starts to slide her hand back into her pants. Carol knows the redhead is getting caught up in lust again and easily pull Jane into her own kiss- much to Erin’s dismay. Jane smirks when the blonde pulls away and she lets her hand fall down to the older woman’s ass.

“I would really like to see how hard you can make me cum with your strap on.” Jane then glances to the redhead. “Both of you.” She pulls away and walks out of the office quickly. Erin smirks and leans against her desk with her arms folded smugly. Carol shakes her head at the woman’s happy smile while her own spreads across her face.

“We have to now.” Carol says matter of factly while starting to clean up their mess. Erin chuckles and starts to clean as well.

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Slave shishi is trained to please a man.

Faoril’s experiment backfires, and Thraks rage is unleashed upon the party.

The Knight and the Acolyte
Book Eight: Labyrinth of Love
Chapter Two: Cuckolded by the Orc
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

Note: Thanks to B0b for beta reading this.

Xerathalasia – Uchmehn Oasis, Halani Desert

“What is this trick?” Asma asked, the petite, ebony-skinned girl frowned as she stared at me stretched out naked in the new tent. Her head cocked to the side, then she glanced at Minx who had a mischievous grin.

At a glance, Minx looked like a child next to Asma, the halfling’s head coming up to Asma’s flat stomach. The halfling held Asma’s hand, metallic-bronze wrapped in dark ebony. But nothing about Minx’s body, clad in tight britches and a breast band, was childish. She had a woman’s curve sized to match her small proportions.

“Oh, you’ll love it,” Minx said, letting go of Asma’s hand and reaching behind her back to untie her breast band, her small, round breasts spilling out. She had such a fetching, metallic sheen to her skin, her nipples a dark bronze.

Asma frowned. We had only met her…today, yesterday? It was hard to say. We entered the Mirage Gardens to both rescue our kidnapped companions, Sophia and Xandra, and to find the fourth piece of the High King’s blade. The Gardens were controlled by the efreet Riad who had a harem of women, mostly jinn, but there were also three human women he owned. When we killed Riad, the three human women were stranded in the desert with us. We thought we were in there at most a few hours. hours Turned out it was over three days in there.

So it was hard to judge how long I had known Asma.

The caravan we ventured into the desert with had abandoned us, but they had left our belongings behind, perhaps hoping we would emerge from the Mirage Gardens or to keep from being thieves. Xandra conjured us elemental mounts, and we traveled to the nearest oasis before we died of dehydration in the harsh sun. Autumn meant little in the Halani Desert.

With the loot taken from the Mirage Gardens, we had secured new supplies—including this tent and the bedrolls I lay upon—and fresh camels to carry us back to Hargone so we could venture onto our next destination. In the process, we would return Asma, Yasmine, and Nadiyya back to their people so they could rebuild their lives.

“So what is this naughty trick?” I asked with a purr, my long ears twitching. I ran a hand up my pale skin, tinged with green, from my belly to my large breasts. My nipples ached. Minx wiggled out of her tight britches, baring her landing strip of metallic-red hair leading to her tight pussy.

Minx flashed me a mischievous grin as she dug into her pouch. She pulled out a small jar. A hot flush went through my body. I rubbed my thighs together, my ears twitching more. I felt the four-leaf clover—a gift from a faerie princess which I carried tucked behind my right ear—rubbing against my scalp.

It represented a boon. I could make a wish, and Princess Siona would grant it.

“What’s in the jar?” Asma asked, eyes narrowing with suspicion.

“Something wicked,” giggled Minx as she fell to her knees beside me. “Get naked, Asma. Let’s have fun.”

“So the surprise is sex?” Asma asked. “I had enough lesbian sex in the harem. When Riad wasn’t taking us, we were left to amuse ourselves. I think he did something to make us horny all the time.”

“Ooh, naughty,” Minx grinned. “When I’m rich, I’ll have a huge harem of hermaphrodites. I hope they’ll be horny all the time.”

“Hermaphrodites?” frowned Asma. “Like the nixie traders from Orcona?”

“Yes. And a gnome or three, and maybe a few elves.” Her eyes flashed to me.

An excited flutter spasmed my heart. Her grin was so intoxicating. I pictured being a part of her harem, surrounded by other hermaphroditic races, making love to Minx, to each other. My cheeks blushed.

It would be adultery. I was married. Making love to Minx, or another member of a duel-sex race, was safe. I couldn’t impregnate them. But it would be adultery with a nixie or a gnome or even a poor sylph if I came in their pussies. And I wouldn’t cheat on my wife.

Atharilesia was back home raising our daughter. I hoped we would be successful in slaying the Dragon. Then I would return and hold my daughter in my arms for the first time. I bet she was just so beautiful. I was glad my sister, Nyonthilasara, was watching over my wife and daughter.

“Xera’s interested,” giggled Minx. “You can be one of my harem wives. I’ll be the only halfling woman to have a harem. All the men will be so jealous.”

“Why?” Asma asked as she pulled off her pantaloons, baring a dark triangle of hair pointing at her pussy.

“There are so many more halfling females than males,” Minx answered, opening her jar. “About seven to one. So most halfling males have harems of wives. But they’re so horny, they can handle it. But I like hermaphrodites. Girls with dicks. Soooo hot.”

She scooped out the reddish-white ointment. It clung to her finger. I trembled, parting my legs to give her access to my clit. The substance was whipped up by an alchemist in Baraconia. Minx and I didn’t use it often, so it was always something special when we did. Something to be savored.

I shuddered as the cool ointment made contact with my clit. Minx, her tongue thrust out the side of her mouth, massaged the substance into my throbbing nub. I groaned, the cream growing hot on my clit. My heart beat faster. My nipples ached. I arched my back and then let out an explosive moan as my clit swelled.

Normally, I went into heat for three days out of the month, growing a cock to fertilize another elf or other member of the five hermaphroditic races. My back arched, my dick bobbing and swaying as it grew longer and harder.

“Seljan’s gray beard,” gasped Asma. “She grew a cock.”

Minx carefully put the lid back on her jar and slipped it away into her pouch, her eyes salivating over my cock. “Uh-huh. Isn’t it the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen?”

“Yes,” gasped Asma, falling to her knees, her small, firm breasts bounced. “Pater’s cock, how?”

“She’s an elf,” Minx purred, her hand stroking the dick. “And the ointment triggers her heat, sprouting her cock.”

“Yes,” I moaned, my hips aching, my tip throbbing with painful need. “Suck my cock. I need to cum so badly.”

My hands squeezed my pillowy tits as Minx rubbed her thumb across the crown of my dick. My pussy clenched as the pleasure shot down my shaft. I moaned, eyes rolling. The ointment was so intense, driving me wild with lusts.

“She has a pussy,” groaned Asma, her eyes as wide as the moon.

Minx grabbed Asma’s short, thick hair, pulling the girl down. She bent over, her ebony head sliding between my pale thighs. Her hands stroked me as she leaned close to my pussy, my dick throbbing in Minx’s hand. She inhaled, smelling my pussy.

“Like flowers,” groaned Asma.

“Marigolds,” Minx purred and then licked her tongue across the crown of my dick.

I moaned, my fingers digging into my fleshy mounds. “Yes.”

My ears twitched as a second tongue licked me. Asma nuzzled at my pussy lips, her tongue sliding through my folds while Minx swirled her smaller tongue across the crown of my dick. Her lips opened wide. Her mouth was too small to engulf my cock, so she just sucked on as much as she could, her tongue nuzzling at the slit at the tip of my dick.

“Matar’s cock,” I moaned, shifting, humping against Asma’s wonderful mouth.

The girl licked and nuzzled at my folds, her tongue growing bold and skilled. She flicked up to the base of my cock, nuzzling at the folds of my pussy wrapped about the base. She sucked on my labia, teasing me while Minx moaned, her voice humming around my dick.

The pleasures were wonderful. Duel delights shuddering through me. I loved how they washed and splashed through me. Two separate but amazing sensations. Asma probed a finger into my pussy, my hot flesh clutching at it, savoring the penetration.

“Oh, this is amazing,” Asma purred pumping her finger in and out of my pussy, the hot flesh clenching and relaxing.

“Uh-huh,” I groaned. “Add more fingers. Mmm, stretch out my cunt.”

Asma did, slipping two more fingers into my depths. The Halanian girl reamed my cunt as her tongue licked up through my folds and found the base of my hard cock. She licked up it and brushed my frenulum, fluttering against the flaring crown. Minx sucked harder, her lips wrapped about the top portion of my crown.

Asma’s tongue danced around my dick’s crown beneath Minx’s lips. The two separate mouths, one sucking one licking, drove me wild. My pussy clenched on the pumping fingers while my back arched. My fingers found my hard nipples. I pulled on them.

“Gods, yes,” I moaned. “Matar’s big dick, yes. Oh, love my cock. I…I…”

My ears twitched violently as my hips undulated. My pussy spasmed. The pressure exploded out of the depths of my body, shooting hot cum into Minx’s mouth. My lover moaned as my cum flooded her mouth, hot pulses filling her with jizz. Asma’s three fingers pumped faster as my orgasm rippled through me, stimulating my pussy while Minx sucked so hard, gulping down my cum.

I moaned and shuddered. The hot bliss washing through me. My eyes rolled back into my head. I groaned through my teeth. The wonderful release left me gasping. I loved cumming with my dick. Especially when Minx drank it down, moaning her enjoyment.

She popped her mouth off my dick, cheeks bulging like a squirrel. I panted and savored my orgasm peaking, my pussy still shuddering with the final moments of bliss. Minx kissed Asma hard, her small mouth working against the Halanian girl. Their tongues met, pink, coated in my cum. They passed it back and forth, my dick throbbing.

“Sweet Matar, that is lovely,” I moaned, my dick still throbbing. I had to cum again. “Yes, yes, share my cum, you naughty sluts.”

Asma broke the kiss, jizz staining her lips. “Oh, wow, that was good. I can’t believe it. A real hermaphrodite. I always thought they were just sailor’s tales.”

“Nope,” beamed Minx. She flicked her tongue out. “Xera is the real thing. And her dick… Ooh, you have to feel it in you.”

“She’s still hard,” Asma gasped, then a smile grew on her lips.

Before Minx could claim my dick, Asma was on me, straddling me, her small tits bouncing as she slammed her hot cunt down my shaft. I gasped, bucking upward as my cock was engulfed in hot, tight cunt, the crown still sensitive from my orgasm.

“Hey!” Minx gasped.

Asma giggled, her dark pussy lips wrapped tight about my cock. “Oh, a girl-cock is nice. Mmm, you are thick, Xera.”

“And you’re so tight,” I groaned, my eyes fluttering, my ears twitching. It was amazing. So hot and tight, clinging to me.

Asma giggled and raised her arms over her head, posing like a Halanian belly dancer. Her small breasts jiggled as she rose slowly up my cock. I groaned so hard, and then her hips writhed and wiggled, moving almost independently of the rest of her body, sliding her pussy around my dick, stimulating the clit.

I groaned, savoring the heavenly delight of her snatch as she sank down my cock again, a mysterious, sensual smile on her lips. Her dark eyelashes fluttered as she rose again, a soft moan escaping her lips. Her hips undulated, dancing, shaking to a music only she could hear.

“Wow,” Minx said, her eyes wide as she snuggled up against me, resting her small head on my pillowy breasts.

“Uh-huh,” I said, my hand cupping her round ass. I gave her a squeeze, my eyes entranced by the girl belly-dancing on my dick.

Her hips moved and writhed as she slid up and down my dick. Her pussy was hot silk. I groaned, my fingers kneading and groping Minx’s small ass as the pleasure shot down my shaft and built in my pussy.

Asma moaned louder as she slowly picked up the pace of her dancing. Her pussy rose, leaving my cock smeared in her juices. The tangy musk of her pussy filled my nose, mixing with Minx’s lavender scent. It was intoxicating. My nipples flared.

“Gods, your cock is amazing. It’s so inspiring.”

“I can see that,” Minx said, a touch of awe in her voice. “Shake those hips as your ride my elf’s cock.”

My hand twitched, groping Minx’s ass again, my heartbeat speeding up. A moan escaped my lips as Asma’s dark hips rolled, her pussy massaging my cock. The silky friction of her cunt had my toes curling and my cunt clenching, the pleasure building in my depths, driving me wild. I groaned, my eyes fluttering, ears twitching.

Minx’s finger played with my hard nipple, teasing it as she circled my areola. It was a small sensation, adding to the delight of Asma’s pussy sliding up and down my cock. My own fingers moved into Minx’s butt-crack, loving the warmth as I searched for her asshole. She sucked in a breath when I found her sphincter.

I pressed my long, middle finger into Minx’s tight bowels. The halfling humped, her pussy rubbing on my hip. Hot and juicy, smearing lavender-perfumed cream on my flesh. I drank in the sensation, probing my finger deeper.

“Yes,” Minx sighed.

Asma let out a moan, her head arching, staring up at the tent’s ceiling. “This is a cock to rival a god’s, Xera. Oh, yes. Oh, I love it. You are so thick.”

“Are you going to cum dancing on her dick?” Minx asked. “Are you going to cum on my elf’s dick.”

“Yes,” moaned Asma, her hips moving faster as the beat of the song she danced to, heard only by her, increased. Her hips rolled and undulated. The friction became ecstatic.

Pleasure flooded through my body. My heart’s beat carried the rapture through to every part of me. I shoved a second finger into Minx’s ass, fingering her fast and hard, loving how she ground her hard clit into my hip every time my fingers dived into the depths of her bowels. Minx moaned, shuddered, her own pleasure growing as she watched the dance.

Asma brought her arms down to cup her small breasts. Her fingers sank into firm mounds. Then she pinched her nipples. They were a lighter shade of brown than her ebony skin and so hard, thrusting long before her. She pulled and tugged on them, her pussy clenching.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Asma moaned. “Oh, Elf, I love your cock.”

“Cum on her,” hissed Minx. She humped so hard, grinding on me, her bowels clenching on my fingers.

“Yes, yes, cum on me. Let me see the climax of your dance.”

“Gods, yes.” Asma slammed her pussy down my cock, her hips swaying and undulating, circling my dick. She massaged the entire shaft with her pussy, grinding her clit into my groin. The pressure swelled in my clit.

“This is hypnotic,” groaned Minx. “Cum, Asma!”

“Yes!”

The girl’s head snapped back. She rose, her pussy spasming as her orgasm erupted in her depths. She swirled her convulsing cunt around the tip of my dick and slammed down again, her body bucking and swaying in sensual motions. My cock ached in her depths.

“Matar’s big dick!”

The cum erupted hard out of my cock. The powerful blasts sent rapture shooting to my mind. I thrashed and groaned, my pussy squirting juices hot on my thighs. Blasts of elf-jizz squirted into Asma’s spasming cunt, basting her with my seed while my head tossed back and forth. I moaned and gasped, my body heaving while Asma kept dancing on my cumming shaft, milking me.

“Oh, that’s so hot,” Minx moaned. “Oh, yes. You’re so enchanting. I feel like I’m staring at that illusion of gold Riad used to trap me in the Garden. Oh, wow, this is beautiful.”

Asma shuddered, her pussy writhing. My dick spurted its final blast. I groaned, my fingers jamming deep into Minx’s cunt. My halfling lover threw herself across my body, her stomach pressing on my breasts, her small lips kissing me hard.

I tasted the salty residue of my cum.

“Oh, Xera, that was so hot,” Minx moaned, kissing me over and over, quick, hot pecks that had me trembling.

“Gods,” panted Asma. “Oh, Gods, that was amazing.”

“Uh-huh,” I panted between kisses.

Minx’s bright sapphire eyes stared into mine. “Ooh, yes, that was almost as enchanting as all the gold Riad conjured.”

I giggled. “You were so enchanted, I had to fuck you with a dick to snap you out of it.”

“An illusionary dick,” Minx pointed out. “So why did you have a dick? What did Riad show you to tempt you?”

“I was back in my home forest,” I smiled, stroking her hair as Asma shuddered a final time on me, her pussy clenching hard. “I was teaching you how to track, but, of course, you wanted to fuck my cock.”

“Oh, I was with you? Not anyone from your forest?”

“No,” I said as Minx sat up. I frowned at that. Why hadn’t he shown me my wife and daughter? Why had I seen Minx? Everyone else was shone what they desired. Minx found treasure. Thrak saved his dead wife. Angela thought she had the sword.

“My turn,” Minx said as she spun on me. “Off, Asma.”

“Mmm,” murmured the Halanian girl. “Oh, yes. Sorry. Oh, that was amazing.”

I groaned as Asma slid off my dick. My thoughts whirled. I glanced at Minx’s tight ass and brought my fingers to my mouth, sucking the sour flavor of her ass off of them. Why Minx? What did that mean? She was special. I enjoyed being—

A loud, bloodthirsty bellow exploded from Thrak’s tent. A meaty crunch, the sound of fist striking flesh. I bolted up, my ears twitching. Canvas rustled. Wood snapped. A tent collapsed. Thrak bellowed again.

“Oh, no,” I gasped, sitting up and spilling Minx off of me.

“Oww, Xera!” she gasped.

“Thrak’s under attack,” I cried and snatched my bow and quiver. Outside, I heard canvas rip apart as he ripped himself free of the collapsed tent. Footsteps thudded at us. Thrak’s footsteps.

I dived out of the tent’s opening and came face to face with Thrak. The orc was naked, his cock thrusting hard before him. He was a swarthy hulk, his body covered in scars. His hands were clenched into fists the size of Minx’s head. They drew back.

And punched at me.

I gasped, ducking. His fist struck me a glancing blow to my side and threw me hard to the Sandy ground. My thoughts rang, my ribs cracking. I groaned, rolling onto my back. The orc stood above me, his eyes wild, foam flecking about his lips.

He roared rage and raised his foot to stomp down and crush my head.

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Knight-Errant Angela

I sprang into action the moment I heard Thrak’s bellows. I rolled away from the tangle of feminine flesh. I had brought Nadiyya into our tent to have fun with Sophia and a pair of nipple clamps. And had so much fun. But now something attacked us.

Seizing my shield and sword, I dived naked out of my tent into the cooling, night air of the oasis. Palm trees grew around us. The oasis’s water was a dark mirror reflecting the stars above. I cast my gaze around and spotted Thrak raising his foot to crush…

“Xera!” I screamed.

There was nothing I could do. I was too far away. I charged forward. Everything happened so slowly. Thrak raged, his naked body trembling with fury. His foot slammed down for Xera’s head. He would crush her like a ripe melon. He was too strong. She lay dazed, struggling to move.

Minx burst out of the Xera’s tent, naked, gripping a dagger. She crashed into Thrak’s chest and stabbed her dagger into his chest. Thrak roared as the dagger scored across his ribs, cutting his flesh open. He stumbled, his foot crashing down, missing Xera’s head by inches.

“Why is he raging?” I shouted. What had set him off?

Once Thrak raged, only sex or death could stop him. He would kill everyone, not caring if they were his enemies or friends or lovers. Thrak hated his rage. He kept it bottled up. I had only seen him use it once, and he had butchered so many orcs before he almost killed me.

Thrak batted Minx away like she was a bug. The small halfling cried out as she hurtled off into the dark brush, crashing to the ground. Thrak took two steps after her and then stopped, seeing me charging at him, weapon in hand.

“You think you can fight Thrak!” he bellowed, spittle flying.

“It’s me! Angela!” I called out even as the orc charged at me. I stopped, bare feet throbbing in pain on the rough ground, and set myself to strike. I had to cut him down. If I wounded him badly enough, disabling him, Sophia could heal him once his rage had stilled. She had her healing potions.

Right? Did we use them all yesterday after she was captured by Riad?

Thrak rushed at me, a moving wall of muscles. His every step conveyed his mammoth strength. I took a deep breath. I was trained to fight monsters—ogres, trolls, giants. Things bigger and stronger than me. I was fast, swift.

Before he could strike, I stepped forward and slashed hard with my sword, keeping my kite shield raised to parry. My blade hissed at his collar bone. If I broke that, his right arm would be useless. Maybe the pain would incapacitate him.

Thrak’s hand snaked out. He caught my blade in his grip. Blood trickled out of his palm. He wrenched the sword out of my hand. I gasped in horror as he twisted his hand, staring at my blade.

“Pathetic. This is what you bring to kill Thrak of the Red Eye Orcs?” He hurtled my blade. It whisked past me.

Behind me, Sophia gasped, “Slata’s cunt!”

I risked a glance. Winced. My acolyte lay sprawled on her belly. My sword had torn through our tent’s canvas above her. Sophia had ducked in time. I turned back to Thrak and—

His fist slammed into my shield. My entire left arm went numb as the force of the blow threw me back a foot. I stumbled, tripped, landed on my ass. Thrak howled his rage, falling on me, raising his fists up high, and pummeled them down on my shield.

Music strummed through the night as I screamed in pain, my forearm snapping under the strength of Thrak’s blows.

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Chaun

I sang a calming song as I strode naked from the tent, leaving Xandra and Yasmine behind. I had no idea what was going on or why Thrak raged? The tent he shared with Faoril lay collapsed. I didn’t see the mage anywhere.

Had something attacked them, hurting her? Thrak loved Faoril. He would embrace his inner rage to defend her.

My voice sang with confidence, my fingers thrumming across my lyre, directing my song at Thrak as he battered poor Angela. The knight lay on her back, cowering beneath her shield, screaming in pain. Wood splintered and cracked. Angela’s shield split in half, held together only by the band of metal along the edge.

Thrak bellowed his rage.

I sang louder.

“Stop that!” Sophia rose from the ground and threw stones at Thrak, striking him in the face.

Out of the brush, Minx appeared, leaves clinging to her naked flesh. She held a dagger in hand, racing at Thrak. She came in behind him and stabbed him in the lower back. Thrak didn’t even flinch. He punched again, striking the shattered remains of Angela’s shield.

“Cernere’s nimble fingers,” Minx groaned, ripping her short blade from Thrak’s back and stabbing again.

His leg kicked out, striking the halfling thief in the stomach. She tumbled back with a groan, her dagger flying. I sang with a softer croon, now a lullaby strumming out of my lyre. He had to calm down. My music was so soothing.

“Oh, no,” Xandra gasped behind me.

I threw a look and saw my naked wife holding her totem pouch. Her eyes were so wide with fear. She fumbled at her pouch, pulling out her totems. She produced one carved with long, straight lines. She concentrated on it, bending over, lips moving.

The ground rumbled. Thrak clenched both his fists together, forming a massive battering ram. He lifted them over his head, prepared to finish off Angela’s shield. The knight whimpered in pain. She struggled to crawl backward, but Thrak’s knee pinned her leg.

An earth elemental burst out of the ground by the orc. Dirt fell off of it as the dark collection of rocks, vaguely shaped like a man, slammed into Thrak. The orc’s doubled-up fists slammed into the elemental instead of Angela. Bits of stone splintered off the elemental’s form.

The elemental knocked Thrak from Angela. He sprawled onto his back, rage twisting his pierced face into something monstrous.

“Get to safety, Angela,” Xandra cried out in her musical voice.

“Yes,” Angela groaned, her shield arm twisted and broken. She struggled to her feet. Sophia darted forward, throwing her arm around her Mistress’s waist and pulling her to safety.

“Chaun, what do we do?” Xandra asked, voice wavering.

“Try to calm him,” growled Chaun. “His rage has to be emptied by exhaustion, death, or lust.”

“Lust?” Xandra asked as she puppeteered her elemental to swing rocky fists at Thrak.

“Yes. That’s one way to satiate the rage, or so I’m told. Angela should have offered her body to him instead of fighting him.”

Thrak swung his fists, slamming them into the elemental, driving it back long enough for him to gain his feet. Xandra gasped in shock as the orc’s fists were brutal, pummeling her elemental, driving it back. Chunks of rock broke off. Thrak’s knuckles bloodied, cut open by hitting the stone directly.

“Doesn’t that hurt him?” Xandra asked.

“He won’t feel pain,” I said. Calming wasn’t working.

I switched to a lusty song. Maybe he would masturbate himself into exhaustion. The filthy words of the ballad spilled from my lips:

“The miller had a lusty wife,
a saucy wench who savored life.
She rolled her hips and showed her tits
to every man who crossed her path.
She hardened dicks with wanton tricks
while the miller worked so hard.”

Thrak tore through the elemental, rubble falling to the ground, and let out a roar of rage and lust. His dick throbbed even harder before him. He cast his gaze about, then saw Angela and Sophia hastening away. His fists curled, blood dripping from them.

“She took her love with wanton pride
and her hips did roll from side-to-side
as she worked her hole up’n down his pole.”

“He needs a woman to fuck,” Xandra shouted, then she darted naked past me. “Oh, Thrak. You need a wet hole to satiate your hard pole?”

My stomach clenched as I watched my wife throw herself at the raging orc. Her light-blue hair trailed behind her frail, lithe body. My fingers faltered on my lyre’s strings. She was throwing herself at another man? But what about her marriage vows?

She had resisted all my urgings to lie with other men. I had seduced her towards it with great care, even taking Thrak’s form when fucking her. But she didn’t want to break her vows to Luben. The closest she had come was with Xera and her elf-cock, and what a hot threesome that had been.

And yet now, watching her throw herself at Thrak, fear clenched my stomach. What was she doing? This wasn’t my wife. She wasn’t a wanton slut. I knew. I had tried hard to change her. She didn’t throw herself at men.

But who else would satiate Thrak’s lusts? Xera lay stunned on the ground. Minx gasped and groaned on the ground, her ribs probably broken by Thrak’s hard kick. Sophia’s vow to her Goddess prevented her from doing it, and Angela was far too injured. There was no sign of Faoril, and the three Halanian girls sobbed in fear in the tents.

“Wait, Xandra,” I shouted as Thrak turned to face her.

“Yes, you want me,” Xandra purred as she fell onto her back upon the ground. She sounded so wanton, so whorish. Her neck arched, her eyes meeting mine for a second. “This is what you want. Isn’t it, Thrak? To plunge your cock into my hot cunt.” Her fingers stroked her thighs, sliding up to her pussy.

Thrak stared at her. I couldn’t tell if it was with rage or lust. My stomach clenched for my wife. I felt sick even as my cock throbbed so hard. She wanted another man to fuck her. She sounded so certain, so wanton.

I hated seeing Riad fuck her in the Garden, using my form to trick her into breaking her vows to Luben. This was far worse.

“Xandra, no,” I shouted.

Thrak moved to her. Blood dripped from his clenched fists. Would he kill her or would he fuck her?

I couldn’t let him fuck her. I strummed my fingers across the lyre and kept singing about the naughty wife. “Her lover’s cock rammed into wife’s hot flesh.”

Thrak fell on my wife. I watched Xandra, so small beneath his massive form, her legs spread wide. Her back arched as he rammed his thick cock into her cunt. She let out such a wanton moan of pure pleasure. It echoed through the night, her eyes squeezing shut. Her voice sang her passion as Thrak drew back and slammed in again.

“Yes, yes, yes, fuck me,” moaned Xandra. Her eyes opened, staring at me as she writhed beneath the orc.

My dick ached so hard in my pants. My hands slipped from my lyre, the song faltering on my lips. I reached down, finding my dick still wet with Yasmine’s cunt. I stroked it as I watched my wife gasp and moan.

Did she moan louder for Thrak than she did for me? Did she enjoy his cock more than mine?

Her arms and thighs wrapped tight about his wide, muscular torso. Her hips bucked into his thrusts. His mighty balls thwacked against her flesh, the slaps echoing through the night. She gasped and moaned, loving his girth.

My hand flew on my dick as a hot shame twisted through my guts. She humped and shuddered, hips bucking. She sang out so beautifully. She loved his cock. It was a thick dick, bigger than mine was naturally.

“I love your cock, Thrak,” she sang. “Oh, yes. Fuck my cunt. Satiate your lusts in me.”

“Slut! Whore!”

“Yes, yes, yes!”

My pure, innocent wife was a slut. My balls ached, my dick throbbed. I fell to my knees, jerking so hard, staring into her sapphire eyes as she savored the orc ravishing her flesh. Her face contorted, an orgasm building in her.

I stroked my cock so hard, so fast, my balls boiling.

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Xandra

“Oh, yes, Thrak, fuck me,” I moaned, my insides twisting with shame and guilt.

I loved it. I was cheating on my husband, breaking my vows to Luben, and I loved it. My pussy savored the thick cock reaming it. And the bone ring sliding in and out of my pussy. I loved how it massaged the hot, wet flesh of my cunt. I loved fucking his cock as much as I loved fucking Riad’s.

I stared at Chaun, his hand jerking his cock. He knew I was a whore. He wanted me to be a whore. He had wanted this. I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut. Just knowing he was watching me be so filthy, for being a shameful whore, only made the pleasure ripple out of my cunt stronger, headier.

My body heaved and gasped. The orc fucked me so hard. I shuddered, my orgasm building in me. I was such a slut. A low, filthy whore who cheated on her husband. Who violated her vows to Luben. I should have known it wasn’t Chaun in the Mirage Garden.

“Slut, whore!” grunted Thrak. “Take my cock. Oh, yes. You’ve wanted it. Slut. I saw you. Watching me with hungry eyes.”

“I did,” I moaned. “I wanted your cock so badly.”

Just saying those words made my pussy clench on his dick. I bucked up against his strong, muscular flesh. My clit and nipples rasped against his hard body. I groaned, drinking in every drop of pleasure, savoring the sound of my husband’s hand sliding up and down his cock. He watched me be a whore.

“Cum in me,” I groaned, the ultimate betrayal. I could conceive a child, grow an egg that wasn’t fertilized by my husband. Only the lowest whore, an avian female who couldn’t transform into a bird, would do something so shameful.

My orgasm exploded through me.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I sang out. “Oh, your cock made me cum, Thrak. I love it! Pound me! Cum in me!”

“Xandra,” my husband groaned.

I opened my eyes, staring at his midnight-black face, his violet eyes. His silvery-white hair swayed in the light breeze as he jerked-off so hard. My toes curled. I opened my mouth wide, singing out my pleasure, letting Chaun know I was his slut-wife. A whore.

He grunted. His cock fountained. His cum spilled onto the ground as my pussy milked Thrak’s cock. The pleasure boiled through my mind. It was intense, hot. Rapture engulfed me. My entire body heaved.

“Whore,” Thrak grunted as he thrust his hips forward.

His cum splashed into me. The first man’s cum, other than my husband’s, filled my pussy. I shuddered, another orgasm bursting through me at my final act of betrayal, violating all customs of my people, all decrees of the God Luben.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned. “Luben’s sacred vow, yes. Flood my slutty, married cunt.”

“Xandra,” groaned Chaun again as Thrak slammed his dick into me a final time.

And then the orc slumped on me. I trembled beneath him, tears burning in my eyes. I cheated on my husband and loved it. I was a disgusting, filthy wife. No true avian would have done this. Yes, it was to calm Thrak down.

But that was only my excuse. I wanted to fuck him. I wanted to feel his cock in my wanton pussy. I was a hussy. A slut. A whore-wife.

“Faoril,” Thrak suddenly cried out, his voice strangled with grief.

I gasped as his massive dick ripped out of me, leaving my pussy suddenly empty. I panted, lying there. I didn’t have the energy to move as Thrak charged off into the darkness. I shuddered, tears burning hotter.

“Xandra?” Chaun said, his voice warbling, cracking.

“Luben, what did I just do?” I whispered, realizing my husband must despise me truly now. He wanted me to be a whore, and now he had seen just how slutty I truly was. Chaun never should have looked up as I danced before him. I wasn’t worthy to be his wife. Anyone’s wife.

“You okay?” Chaun asked, his voice strained. He knelt beside me. “Xandra?”

“I’m fine,” I lied, then forced on a huge smile. “Did you enjoy it, Chaun? Did you enjoy watching me fuck Thrak just like you wanted?” I felt so vile for saying those words.

Chaun stared at me, and then he helped me stand. “Let’s get you bathed. You’re filthy.”

I saw it in his eyes. The distaste. Maybe he had been only testing my commitment to our marriage, seeing if I was a whore. Maybe he never wanted me to be with other men. And…and…now he knew what I truly was. No wonder I couldn’t change into a bird.

I wasn’t a true avian. No avian female would have done what I just did. No avian female would have another man’s seed trickling down her thighs.

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Warlock Faoril

“Nadiyya, Yasmine, and Asma are settled in at the trader camp,” Chaun said, returning out of the darkness. “They won’t go near Thrak again.”

Thrak grunted, and I winced.

I was still stunned, the lingering taste of Sophia’s breast milk on my lips. The acolyte had to heal half the party. Thrak would have killed us all if Xandra hadn’t used her body to satiate his lusts. The poor avian girl sat mutely, hugging her thighs to her chest. She had to break her marriage vows to save us. No race was monogamous the way the avian’s were.

What had it cost her to fix my mistake?

“What happened?” Angela asked now that Chaun had arrived. He sat beside his wife and put a hand on her shoulder. It was a light grip, his face flat, expressionless. He didn’t seem as dashingly handsome as usual.

“It’s my fault,” I said. “I was working on Thrak’s rage, trying to find a way to harness it so he could use it without fear of”—I cast my arms around—“this happening.”

“Faoril!” Sophia gasped. “Didn’t you learn from Rel…the palace?”

“I thought I could control it,” I continued, squirming with guilt as I replayed what happened in the tent. I remembered burrowing the life magic into Thrak’s mind. I found the rage. It was there, nesting in his mind. I extrapolated Fireeyes’s research into mental domination, and shifted it to try and give that domination to Thrak, to let him control his own rage or, if need be, to allow me to control it. I had the bindings around it. I thought it was perfect.

Then I stimulated it.

I was wrong. It ripped through my magic without effort and seized control of his body. Before I knew what was happening, his fist struck me in the side of the head. I think the only reason I lived was the tent collapsed.

It distracted him.

I swallowed, shuddering. “I am very sorry everyone.”

“Why would you mess with that?” demanded Sophia, her eyes flaring. “I thought you learned your lesson about mental magic after…”

Sophia bit her words off as I flinched. Tears burned in my eyes. I clenched my fists. “I…made a mistake. I thought I had his rage bound.” I took a deep breath. “Thrak’s rages could be useful if he can control them. Then we wouldn’t have to fear them. He wouldn’t…”

I trailed off as Thrak rose and marched into the darkness, heading for the shore of the oasis. I reached out to grab him, but he moved too swiftly. My arm remained extended, fingers half-curled as I watched him depart. My stomach curdled.

“It was reckless. You should have warned us,” Sophia continued.

“She is right,” Xera said.

“I thought I had it under control!” I took a deep breath. “I am deeply sorry.” I glanced at Xandra. Her eyes were downcast. I bit my lip. I wanted to hug her. “I thought I was doing the right thing.” I shook my head. “No, this was the right thing.”

“Is it?” Sophia asked. “Thrak is a superb fighter without his rage. We don’t need him putting us all in danger again.”

“He needs this, Sophia,” I snapped. “I know he’s just a man to you, but he has feelings. He hates his rage. He fears it. He grapples with it all the time. I wanted to free him from that, to help the man I love.”

“I…I know he has feelings,” Sophia whined, glancing at Angela. “I like Thrak. I don’t hate men, Faoril. I…”

I took a deep breath. “He needs this. My research will continue. But I will take precautions.” I glanced at Thrak standing on the shore. “Excuse me.”

I stood up, leaving them to talk. I hurried into the dark after Thrak. He stood at the edge of the oasis, staring at the mirror-black surface. I came up to him, reaching out with a hesitant hand to touch his arm. He was still stained with blood. Though he was healed by Sophia’s potion, he hadn’t cleaned up yet.

“Thrak.”

He didn’t answer.

“I’m sorry, Thrak.”

He shook his head. “I know.”

“I thought I had it under control. I really did.” I moved closer to him, sliding my hand up his arm.
“This was a mistake.”

“Controlling your rage isn’t a mistake. My failing to take safeguards was. I was too certain I understood the magic necessary to control it.”

“I almost killed you. I hurt you.”

“So we are even. Reciprocity achieved between us.”

He looked at me, brow furrowing. His fierce face, adorned with bone piercings, terrified those who didn’t know how to read his emotions. “What?”

“In Baraconia. I almost killed you when I lost control of my magic. So we’re even now.”

“It doesn’t work like that.” His body tensed. “It never should work like that.”

“No.” I leaned in closer, resting my head against his upper arm. “Next time, I’ll take precautions so you won’t hurt anyone.”

“There won’t be a next time.”

“There will be.” I stroked his arm. “You need this. Tell me you don’t want to live without the fear. I understand, Thrak. I really do.” For several days, I was terrified of my own magic, of accidentally killing someone I cared for. At least I could control my power. Thrak couldn’t. His fears were justified.

“And if you make another mistake. I could kill you next time.”

I still had a reserve of Thrak’s cum warming my belly. I seized the wind as I stepped back from him. He grunted as his arms were yanked over his head and his ankles were forced together. He would have fallen, thrown off balance, but I held him up with more air. “Not even you are strong enough to escape my magic.”

He grunted.

“Besides, you might like being tied up.” I ran a finger up his muscular chest. “So strong, so helpless. Sophia and Captain Thyrna both enjoy it. Maybe you will, too. And I’ll be there, ready to calm your lusts with my body while you lie there, bound, unmoving, unable to do anything I don’t want you to.”

He shivered.

“Okay?”

He stared at me and I saw the love in his eyes. I stood up on my tiptoes and kissed my orc on his brutish lips. I would free him from his fear.

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Chaun – The Free City of Hargone

For the six days it took us to reach Hargone, I had tried to talk to my wife about what was wrong with her. I could see the pain in her eyes, the way she flinched when I touched her, the way she looked guilty whenever I noticed her staring at Thrak.

She wanted to be with Thrak again. I could tell. She had cum so hard on his dick. She had screamed out her passion. The question was on her lip. Every time she opened her mouth to speak but didn’t, I knew what she wanted to say.

She wanted Thrak. She wanted to writhe beneath him.

And it twisted my stomach. I had thought this was what I wanted, to open my wife’s eyes to the joys of sex. I thought that just because she loved me and I loved her that we could still enjoy other partners. Sharing them together or enjoying them apart. I wanted it to be okay so I could seduce other women, especially married women, following the compulsion in my loins left by my race’s creation by Las’s seed.

But now… I didn’t want to share her. I wanted her all to myself. I didn’t want her to be with Thrak because…

She had cum so hard. She wanted him more than she wanted me.

Even though only I shone in her thoughts, proving that she hadn’t come to consider Thrak as her lover, yet, I still feared it. I didn’t know what to say to her. And it hurt her, too. The desire. She wanted to be faithful, and she couldn’t be.

Not now. Not after she had experienced another man. Her blood burned hot. In our tent at night, she gasped and shuddered beneath me. I kept expecting her to call out Thrak’s name as I took her, pleasured her.

I tried my best to satiate her. But I couldn’t.

She wanted Thrak.

“Xandra,” I said, riding my camel beside her. We had to talk about this. Communication was important. That was what I had heard about relationships. In our tent, she would distract me with sex. She had even brought Minx and Xera on two separate nights.

Did she want me to be distracted with the other women so she could sneak into Thrak’s bed?
I hated these thoughts.

“Chaun,” she answered, her eyes downcast, her shoulders slumped. She couldn’t look at me. “Yes?”

“I…” I swallowed and my words trailed off. I didn’t know what to say. Maybe there was a song. The sounds of Hargone grew louder as we approached the city. Our shadows stretched out before us, the sun setting. Already, the shanty slums reached towards us, the mud-brick building just beyond, walls painted orange. “We should talk about…Thrak.”

She stiffened. Color pinked her cheeks. “I…I…” She glanced back at Thrak walking beside Faoril’s camel. The pair were still experimenting on fixing his rage. At night, you could hear his passionate roars as he lost control and Faoril had to tame him. Xandra let out a squeak and tore her gaze away. She wanted to satiate his rages. “I…I hope he masters his rages.”

“Are you?” I asked, trembling. “Maybe…” Sweat broke out on her forehead. “You want him…to lose control and…”

She bit her lip. “Chaun. What are you asking me?” Her eyes pleaded with me. I wasn’t sure why. “I don’t want him to…”

I wanted to shout liar. I drew in a breath, struggling to control my emotions. Angry jealousy surged through me. It was so obvious she panted after him with a wet cunt. She wanted that cock again. “You can’t wait to—”

“Angela ev’Xarin,” boomed a loud, man’s voice.

I wrenched my gaze from my wife. Astride a warhorse at the next intersection sat a knight in full platemail, the sun painting fire across the breastplate and pauldrons. He wore no helmet, dark-brown hair flowed about his shoulders. He had a handsome, dashing face, chiseled chin, dark eyes. The epitome of the knight adventurer. The man who rescued princesses and slew dragons.

And I recognized him. Every woman had a man dancing in her thoughts, her husband or lover or both. And in Angela’s there was this man. Kevin. I had assumed his form to seduce Angela when we first met, only it hadn’t worked. Despite her loving this man, she had forgotten him. She had paid the Lesbius Oracle her memories of this man for the prophecy that guided our quest.

“You are attainted and stricken from the lists of the Knights Deute for your unlawful actions against Aurelius, the Doge of Raratha,” Kevin continued, his voice demanding. “Surrender and face lawful justice.”

Angela tensed, hefting her repaired shield, fixed by Faoril’s magic. Her hand moved to her sword as she faced her forgotten lover.

To be continued…

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