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A quick and kinky lesbian fantasy!

A quick and kinky lesbian fantasy!

Stan resorts to folk magic to save his marriage

“All I can say is that it really changed our marriage,” Will enthused. “Give it a try!”

Stan looked dubiously at the little crystal trinket dangling from his hand. His marriage was on the rocks, but he’d been hoping for something a little more useful than half-baked folk remedies.

Both men took a moment to appreciate the curves of Tracey’s ass under her short tennis skirt as she collected their empty beer bottles. Will’s wife ignored their gazes and exited the room as silently as she’d entered.

“Seriously? I remember you worrying about Tracey playing the field. And weren’t you telling me last year that sex addict rehab program you checked her into was just a big waste of money?”

“That? What a joke.” Will chuckled. “This is totally different. She hasn’t looked at another man since our ‘intervention’. It’s like magic, man! Yeah, I know it looks stupid — but you go with what works, right?” He took a moment to shift the respectable bulge in the front of his shorts.

Stan moved his hand slightly, watching the mobile sway. It didn’t seem appropriate to mention that he’d been one of the men Will’s wife had fucked — more than a few times. Neither did he want to admit his own marital crisis stemmed from his wife walking in on a rebuffed attempt to restart that affair. It was true enough Tracey had practically ignored him, but that didn’t matter to Gretta — and it probably wouldn’t matter to her lawyer, either. “Well, it can’t make things any worse, can it?”

Gretta thought it was the stupidest thing she’d ever heard. It took her a long moment to calm down enough to listen to Stan’s words again.

“…if you’d see things from my viewpoint,” he concluded.

“Oh, yeah? You should try mine!” she huffed, staring angrily at her husband.

Stan nearly lost his temper. “Nothing happened! I can’t help it if Tracey is always advertising.” His withering look of contempt raked her comfortable slacks and shapeless top. “You certainly don’t dress up anymore, and sharing a bed is supposed to mean more than just taking the covers. A man has needs!”

“I have needs, too!” Gretta, stung by his criticism, snarled. “I am not just a waitress and maid service, and I’m certainly not going to stand by and watch you screw the neighbors.”

“Okay, look,” Stan said after a deep breath, “let’s just say we both have valid viewpoints, okay? Will says we both just need to concentrate on the other’s viewpoint. We hang up this” — he lifted the mobile again — “where we can see it; it’s a reminder, see?”

Gretta rolled her eyes. “Okay, fine.” The irony of getting marital advice from Will was enough to make her smile; he was a stud, and he’d boned her enough times to know he was better in the sack than her husband, even if he’d gotten a little kinky lately.

Unfortunately, a divorce would cost Will nearly everything — Tracey apparently had laid some high-powered lawyers — and Gretta wouldn’t get a penny from a separation that wasn’t Stan’s fault. It was exasperating, but the best her attorney could recommend was trying to make things work and waiting for Stan to make a mistake.

Rising from her seat, Gretta managed to take the mobile from Stan without touching him, and carried it over to the doorway into the master bathroom. She suspended it from the small nail that, in better days, had held a sprig of mistletoe during the holidays. Who knew? Maybe this stupid visualization thing would even do some good.

Gretta walked past the mobile, not really paying attention to the way it twisted, alternatively showing slivers of herself or the empty bedroom. She looked critically at her body in the mirror. “I’m still good-looking,” Gretta told herself. “Hell, I’m at least as sexy as that slut Tracey — even her husband thinks so.”

It pained her to admit it, but Stan might have had a point about her wardrobe. Gretta considered the contents of her walk-in closet, and selected a flouncy skirt suit she hadn’t worn in a while. It was still business-appropriate, but looked good; it looked even better after she slipped into a pair of heels instead of her usual flats. She left for work in a good mood for the first time in days.

Stan made it home before Gretta. He walked through the empty house, enjoying the quiet and lack of recriminations. The sparkle of the mobile caught his eye, and he reflected on her complaints. When Gretta arrived home, she found the dinner table set with dinner already prepared and a bouquet of fresh flowers at her place.

“For me?” she asked, recognizing blossoms from the landscaping behind the house.

“The most beautiful things in the house, except you,” Stan told her. “The meal, alas, is Lean Cuisine.”

Gretta laughed. “A man should know his limitations! Thank you; I’m sure it will be delicious.”

Their mood lasted through dinner, and the conversation gradually became less stilted. When they finally retired to the bedroom, Stan was a little surprised to find himself aroused by watching Gretta as she undressed, and she realized his interest was making her wet.

The subsequent sex was good, if not great, but Stan came quickly and fell asleep, leaving Gretta wide awake and unsatisfied. She masturbated herself to orgasm and then lay beside him, watching stray beams of moonlight reflect off the crystalline pieces dangling in the doorway. It would be nice, she mused, if he was a little more interested in pleasing her — but, really, it was an improvement on the last several months.

Gretta caught her breath and enjoyed the warmth of the sun after swimming her usual 100 laps of the pool. The exercise was relaxing, and it did good things for her figure, too. She frowned, looking across the hedge to where her neighbor also was basking in the sun.

“What a slut,” Gretta thought, looking at Tracey’s skimpy string bikini without trying to be obvious about it. “She must shave herself to wear that.” Grudgingly she conceded to herself that with that figure, Tracey was worth looking at. Academically, Gretta could understand why Stan would be attracted to the other woman, but that didn’t mean she was planning to forgive him for straying. Her body was better than Tracey’s, anyway — well, equally as good if she was scrupulously honest.

Stan accepted a fresh beer from Will and leaned back in his chair. A game was playing on the widescreen television, but neither of the men paid it much attention.

“It’s hard, bro’,” Stan admitted after a quick swallow. “Things aren’t so good at the office, and Gretta’s busting my balls at home.”

“I know what you’re going through,” Will sympathized. “How’s the visualization thing going?”

“Well, better, I have to admit. I thought Gretta was going to blow a gasket when I explained it, but she played along. It still seems pretty stupid to me, but I can’t knock it if it works.”

“Tell me about it. Just remember Rome wasn’t built in a day.”

Stan sighed. “Yeah, I know. I just wish Gretta would be a little more supportive and understanding. It’s sort of like she’s just humoring me.”

“Well, that’s better than phoning her lawyer, isn’t it?”

After the double-header ended, Stan walked back to his house, wondering if they should just order out for dinner. Gretta was playing some truly tasteless music in the bedroom, so he walked in to see what she was doing.

The music turned out to be the soundtrack for some adult movie. Stan’s attention was completely engaged by Gretta, who lay sprawled on the bed naked. He watched her dip a finger into her bare cunt and stroke herself, intent on the television. The actress was rather unattractive, with absurdly large tits and a body showing minor signs of flab. The guy pounding her was much fitter, with buns that clenched above sinewy thighs with every hard thrust.

Stan quickly shed his clothes and joined her. Soon they were fucking furiously, and Gretta’s foul mouth urged him to greater efforts. She was dripping wet when they started, and climaxed before Stan did. “Is this what you want? Some fucking slut?” He jetted his scum into her.

Gretta didn’t bother covering up before walking to the kitchen to find something to eat. Stan, feeling drained, lay on the bed and watched the couple fucking on television. Sure, it was a porno movie, but the actors were still going at each other hot and heavy, while his real-life tryst with Gretta had lasted a fraction of the time. The way the blonde’s tongue caressed the stud’s gleaming tool distracted Stan before he got to thinking about his own behavior after their previous encounter.

“Nice,” Will commented, after watching Stan’s tee shot drop to the middle of the fairway just to the side of a pair of bunkers. His own shot had gone a little farther, but ended up in the rough. “Doing as well at home?”

“I don’t know,” admitted Stan, dropping his driver back in the bag. “I’m trying, and I think Gretta is too, but…” He shrugged. “I mean, she’s dressing more like she did when we got married, and I’ve gotten laid more this week than the past six months, but it’s not the same.”

Will raised an eyebrow.

“It’s like Gretta is more detached, emotionally distant. You know, I got home after the game last night, and found her getting herself off watching some adult movie.”

“That must have been hot,” Will chuckled. “You tapped her, right?”

“Hell, yes! She came like a crazy woman, too; it reminded me of our partying days. But afterwards, she just got up and walked out of the room. No cuddling, nothing.” Stan collected his thoughts for a moment before giving voice to his fears. “I’m worried I’m going to lose her, man.”

Will surprised Stan by hugging him. “It’ll get better — just stick with it.” Stan just stood there, embarrassed.

It was over so quickly that Will was climbing into the cart before Stan’s brain could start thinking about what had happened. There wasn’t anything exactly improper about a hug, but it wasn’t really a guy kind of thing, was it? Stan darted sideways glances at his friend on the drive down the fairway; he was almost sure he’d felt Will’s cock against his thigh during their brief embrace.

Gretta walked out to the pool for her morning swim and looked across the hedge. As she’d expected, Tracey was already out sunning. Her neighbor’s bikini top was sitting on the deck beside the chaise, and it appeared Tracey might be watching her, although the dark sunglasses made it hard for Gretta to know for sure.

“If that slut thinks she’s going to tease me, she’s got another thing coming,” Gretta told herself. Resolutely not looking in Tracey’s direction, she pulled off her suit and dove into the pool naked.

After Gretta finished her laps, she was breathing a little more heavily than usual, even though would-be voyeurs would have had to be standing on the patio or overhead in low-flying helicopters to see anything. She didn’t think Tracey had been standing up. Determined to make her point, Gretta hoisted herself out of the water and picked up her towel. She patted herself dry, staring defiantly at her neighbor.

Sure enough, she could see Tracey’s hand moving between her legs. “No wonder Stan was chasing her,” Gretta mused, “the tramp is just asking for it.” A trickle of moisture that didn’t come from the pool punctuated the thought.

Gretta still hadn’t gotten around to dressing by the time Stan returned home; he found her in the bathroom applying lipstick.

“Going somewhere?” he asked, brushing by the mobile in the doorway so he could toss his shirt in the hamper.

“I hadn’t planned on it, but you could give me a ride,” she replied, noticing the bulge in his slacks.

Stan didn’t pretend to misunderstand her. He quickly removed his slacks and underwear, then roughly pinned Gretta to the counter from behind, finding her as wet as he was hard. She braced herself as he started pumping into her energetically, but Stan’s attention was focused on their images in the mirror. He clenched his buttocks with every thrust, like the man in the video, and watched the contrast between his muscular body and his wife’s softer figure. What did it feel like for Gretta? Did Will look the same way when he was fucking Tracey?

Curiously, Gretta was wondering much the same thing. She panted as she watched her tits sway in the mirror. Would Tracey’s look the same, up close? Would they feel the same? Would her neighbor’s eyes have the same heavy-lidded look when she shuddered and came? Gretta remembered the rumors about Tracey’s orientation, but forced the scandalous thought aside and concentrated on the feel of her husband’s tool buried inside her. It wasn’t as satisfying as she’d hoped, and a finger drifted down to her clit to help out.

Stan had a difficult time holding up his end of the conversation during his morning run with Will. His eyes drifted repeatedly to the outlines of Will’s tight ass beneath his shorts, and the fullness of the erection in his jockeys was beyond distracting.

They were cutting through the undeveloped wooded lot at the end of the subdivision when Will called for a brief halt. “Too much coffee this morning, man,” his friend explained, nonchalantly fishing the head of his semi-erect organ out the leg of his shorts.

Embarrassed but unable to look away, Stan stared at the meaty head of Will’s cock and the heavy stream of urine gushing from it. Without touching himself, he exploded in his shorts, filling the front of his briefs with hot scum.

The rest of the run was an exercise in torment. The sticky residue of his climax coated Stan’s cock and balls, reminding him of its presence with every stride, and making him feel dirty and unclean like some whore. He ran behind Will the entire way, petrified something would leak past his shorts and reveal itself to his friend. Despite it all, Stan found himself harder than he’d been his entire life.

When he finally made it to the safety of his unoccupied house, Stan loped into the bathroom and quickly removed his shorts. His underwear was dark with moisture and he pulled it tight, massaging his spunk into his balls while admiring the look of the fabric pulling between his cheeks and tenting over his throbbing tool.

Finally the lure of the musky fabric was too great to ignore and Stan pulled off his abused underwear. He inhaled deeply, savoring the male musk of his secretions, and then excited himself to another searing climax while sucking at the semen-permeated fabric. A little masturbation while his wife was unavailable didn’t make him gay, did it?

Gretta couldn’t concentrate, either. For the second time that morning, she closed the door of a bathroom stall behind her and hiked up her inappropriately short skirt so she could reach her dripping slit. Her thong was as wet as if she’d peed herself, but Gretta knew the moisture was much sweeter. She bit her lip to stifle a gasp while she rubbed her clit with a lubricated finger; somebody had entered the adjoining stall.

She imagined what might happen if the unknown woman was Tracey, but shook her head with an amused smile — that slut had never worked a day in her life and was probably jilling off on Will’s expensive wrought-iron chaise lounge right now.

Gretta’s finger increased its pace and her entire body tensed as she tried to hold off her climax a little longer. “I bet Tracey would already be screaming her lungs out if I did this to her,” she thought, and lost her battle for self-control.

“Are you okay?” came a concerned voice from the next stall.

“Yes,” Gretta half-whispered, half-moaned. She fought the urge to say more — she’d be a fool to cheat on Stan this way, and she wasn’t a lesbian anyway.

Her traitor mind formed a vision of Tracey touching her, and she just had to start stroking herself again. The tramp would probably even eat her out. Gretta’s legs started trembling and her feet arched inside her high-heeled pumps.

Both Stan and Gretta were on edge that evening. It had taken her forever to get the damned draft proposal reviewed, and the deadline meant she hadn’t been able to leave until it was finished. By the time she finally pulled into the driveway, it was after dark, the dinner on the table was cold, and Stan’s cock was practically raw.

Only the last object was of any practical concern to her, and the couple left a trail of discarded clothing behind them as Gretta dragged Stan into the bedroom. Frustratingly for both of them, he was limp.

Gretta was desperate enough to kneel and take him in her mouth, although Stan smelled like he hadn’t showered in days and his scent was so strong it was repellent. Sucking and licking didn’t seem to be having any positive effect, and when one of his wiry pubic hairs caught in her teeth, it was the last straw.

“What?!” she screamed at him, crying and caught between frustration and anger. “Aren’t I good enough for you anymore? Damnit, I have needs! Fuck your new age therapy!” Gretta jumped to her feet and started to run from the room. She stopped briefly to tear the mobile from its hook and hurl it into the bathroom wastebasket. Then, at her wits’ end, she stomped out of the room and headed for the kitchen; maybe chocolate would take her mind off her arousal.

Stan silently watched her go, confounded by his totally unexpected lack of performance. Readiness was something he’d taken for granted his entire life; true, he’d jacked off four or five times already that day, but he’d never failed to please a beautiful woman before. He touched himself, wondering what the problem was, and felt a faint stirring in his organ.

Gretta broke off another square of dark chocolate and popped it into her mouth. She chewed it more slowly than the piece before it and stared sightlessly out the window, trying to understand what had gone wrong. Eventually she realized she was watching the play of the underwater pool lights next door against the landscaping.

Curious, she let herself out the back door and, still naked, crossed through the hedge between the yards until she stood beside the pool. Tracey, wearing her micro bikini, was swimming a lazy backstroke. The tightness inside Gretta increased. “Slut!” she accused.

Tracey finally noticed her and coasted to the shallow end of the pool before standing up. “What?” she asked.

“Whore! Did you ever earn anything except on your back or your knees? That suit isn’t a cover-up; it’s a come-on — no wonder Stan ignores me! Can’t you just leave him alone?”

“Oh?” Tracey cocked her head. “I’m sorry you’ve felt so threatened. Frankly, I don’t see you have much to worry about.” A long look reminded Gretta she was naked and heated her body. “If you’re worried about the dress code…” A moment later, she was as bare as Gretta.

“God, you are such a slut!” exclaimed Gretta, watching the other woman swim to the edge of the pool and deposit the scraps of spandex on the patio.

Tracey retaliated by grabbing an ankle and toppling Gretta into the warm water with her. “Haven’t you noticed that I haven’t been showing off for Stan?” Tracey asked after Gretta surfaced. “Do you know how hot you are?”

“Stay away from me,” stammered Gretta. She backed away from Tracey until she was leaning against the side of the pool, but kept staring at the other woman as she bobbed closer.

“Stop kidding yourself, Gretta,” Tracey laughed. It was a low, sultry sound that resonated inside Gretta. “I know you want to fuck me as badly as I want to fuck you.” Tracey licked her lips, and Gretta realized her mouth was dry.

She also realized her neighbor was right; if Tracey was a slut, Gretta wanted Tracey to be her slut.

Stan stood on the porch, gaping at sight of his wife and neighbor writhing together in the pool beyond the hedge. Rather than arousal, he felt a vast emptiness inside. Had his marriage come to this?

“Pretty hot, eh?” Will asked, startling Stan. His friend returned his attention to the camcorder in his hand, keeping it focused on the women in the water.

“I didn’t think she even liked women, much less Tracey,” Stan said, feeling like he needed to say something; at least Will hadn’t asked why he was outdoors naked.

“Well, she looks like a lesbian now,” Will chuckled. He zoomed in on the sight of Tracey helping Gretta out of the pool and held his silence while the two tumbled into a 69 atop the chaise lounge. “It’s lucky for me Tracey was bisexual.”

“I don’t understand,” Stan admitted, caught off-balance by the non-sequitur.

Will turned off the camcorder and set it down next to the grill. “You never did Gretta in the ass, did you?”

“Why?” asked Stan, suspiciously.

“I thought not. Well, it turns out Tracey was even more oversexed than I thought she was.” Will adjusted himself, and Stan belatedly realized his friend was wearing only a wet Speedo that struggled to contain his erection.

Stan could feel blood starting to fill his own organ, and tried vainly to conceal his growing arousal. With no clothing or cover, it was a lost cause; his face heated, but not as quickly as his cock.

“The bitch was hungry to fuck anything on two legs. We didn’t plan for this to happen, but it did, and she wouldn’t even look at me afterwards — she only had eyes for Gretta.”

Stan started at his wife’s name, but was completely lost by Will’s rambling.

“You know she’ll take me to the cleaners in a divorce, and I have a certain standing and image to maintain. There aren’t that many rich heiresses around, right?”

They both laughed at the old shared joke.

“So, I took Gretta’s anal cherry,” Will continued. “Man, was she tight that first time, but I already had her wrapped around my finger.”

“You were screwing my wife?” Stan growled, feeling some emotion for the first time.

Will snorted. “Like you weren’t sticking that into Tracey every chance you got?” He gestured towards Stan’s throbbing tool. “Not that it isn’t almost the equal of mine, mind you.” He pulled down his swimsuit, revealing a hard-on nearly identical to Stan’s.

Really, there was little to choose between the two of them, except that Will apparently waxed or shaved. Stan couldn’t take his eyes off it as Will started smearing something on it and resumed talking.

“Anyway, we kept at it. After a while, Gretta told me she liked it just as much as normal sex, and it was sweet to hear her talk about ‘saving her pussy for Stan’. I knew we were ready when she’d come just from having me up her back door, without going near her cunt.”

Will placed the tube next to the camcorder. “Then I just made sure Gretta found you and Tracey. Bet she didn’t mention I was leaking out of her ass that day, did she?”

Stan stared at the turgid flesh gleaming in the night air and grappled with the concept of anybody fitting it inside their rectum. “This is some kind of joke, right?”

“Nope. I’ve known Tracey was gonna fuck me — figuratively, especially since the change. But that’s okay, now, ’cause I’m gonna fuck you — and you’re gonna love it.”

Stan shook his head, but he was trembling and a stream of precum was leaking from his penis.

“And even if Gretta soaks you in a divorce, which she won’t since we have proof she cheated first, you’ll still have more money than I do now. And we’ll always be together, ’cause you’re my little man-slut, aren’t you?”

Will pulled him close for a quick kiss that was unlike any he’d had before, but intensely exciting, and then roughly turned Stan to face the stone counter. There was a searing pain that didn’t keep Stan from thrusting himself backward to meet Will, and then he felt his bowel distending to accept the intruder violating it.

“Fuck, yeah!” hissed Will, who reveled in the tightness of the recently-virgin hole surrounding his heated organ. Stan was nothing like any of the women he’d fucked, but there was something about the build of a man, and the power of those muscles thrusting back against him, that was even better. His ass twitched, but Will had already decided there was only going to be one pair of pants in this relationship.

Stan moaned when Will started pumping him hard, and quickly shot a huge load onto the countertop in front of him. His tormentor pushed him forward, rubbing his face in his own spend, while continuing to plumb the depths of his clutching ass. It was totally degrading and totally exciting and Stan begged for more like the slut he was.

Will just laughed and slammed forward again, and then Stan felt his lover’s man-seed scalding his churning insides. “Oh yeah,” Will exclaimed, “you’re a fine piece of ass, Stan! Maybe even better than your wife!” He laughed again.

“Bastard!” Tracey growled, listening to the grunting and laughter coming from the other side of the hedge.

“Give it a break, love,” Gretta suggested, pulling Tracey into a tighter embrace and kissing her. There were two chaises by the pool now, but as usual they seemed to end up sharing one. “I think you came out ahead, remember?” It was still hard for Gretta to think of the house she shared with Tracey as hers, even six months after their divorces. It wasn’t at all hard to think of being with the woman who could still excite her like nothing else in the world with just a look or touch.

Tracey made a face, but relaxed with a sigh. “I don’t care how much of his money I have. It still feels like that cheating bastard came out on top!”

“Beg for it,” Will’s voice carried to them from the house that was his in all but name. “Beg for me to fuck you until you scream like a little girl!”

“I still don’t understand why he’s so cruel to Stan,” Gretta admitted. “You were never like that, were you?”

“No,” replied Tracey. “I think the switch is just a starting point. I mean, who got me hooked on anal beads? Are you seriously going to claim Stan was into that?”

Gretta giggled. “No, I just thought they might be interesting.”

“Still,” Tracey mused, “I wish I knew what happened to that mobile.” She noticed her lover was still giggling. “What?”

“Last night I snuck next door and hung it from the wind chime!”

Tracey squinted and caught a stray glint from the large chime suspended just beyond where her ex was skewering his rampantly erect companion. “Gretta! You are so bad! I love you!”

“Prove it,” Gretta purred with a smile, and blocked the view with her body.

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Another story based on League of legends

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So without waisting more time, here is the story. Enjoy

Caught and innocent

Lux ran through the river the enemy was all
dead except for one member. She was
trying to ward the area before re-spawns
occur. Lux was running as fast as she could.
She was out of breath but she knew that if
she stopped now her team might suffer
from a gank that could result in the game
being lost. As she ran past the bush her leg
got caught on something. She fell face first
onto the ground causing her to drop her
weapon and wards. She turned around to
see that a vine had ensnared her leg. She
kicked her foot trying to free it from the
plant. She managed to get it free, but only
to be grabbed again by another vine. “What
is this?” Lux thought as she struggled to
free her foot. Quietly and quickly more
vines started surrounding the fallen lux.
She opened her mouth trying to scream but
a vine shot itself straight into her mouth it
muffled the sound. Almost choking Lux tried
to spit out the vine. It finally dislodged
itself from her mouth. Lux was kicking
furiously trying to fight off the vines that
were quickly surrounding her. The vines
finally were able to pin down Lux they held
each of her legs and her arms. She was
totally immobilized. The vines slowly
started lifting her up into the air. Lux
looked around in panic. She tried to
scream, but once again a vine snuck its way
into her mouth and choked her. This time
the vine did not retreat out of her mouth
but instead continued to move in and out
of her. More vines appeared and started to
rip off Lux’s armour tearing her clothes off
piece by piece. Lux heard foot steps. She
positioned her head trying to spot the
attacker, but the vines kept jerking her
body. Lux closed her eyes accepting her
fate. a hand stroked Lux’s cheek. Lux
opened her eye’s and saw Zyra the plant
lady standing on top of her. Lux looked at
her with eye’s of plead to let her go. Zyra
smiled and slowly started dancing her
fingers on Lux’s exposed belly. The vine in
Lux’s mouth retreated and proceeded to
finish tearing the remains of her clothes
off. Lux was bare naked, suspended by
vines. Zyra walked around Lux, as if
examining her pray.
“Please let me go.” Lux pleaded. Zyra
frowned and walked over to her and
whispered. “The fun has yet to began.”
With that Zyra gave Lux a faint kiss on the
lips. Lux shocked by this, she tried squirm,
but the vines held her tightly into place.
“Please don’t!” Lux demanded, “I can’t
lose it this way.”
That sentence caught Zyra’s attention. “Are
you?” Zyra spoke but quickly stopped and
smiled. She waved her hand, and a vine
bursted out of the ground and slowly
started crawling up Lux’s thigh. “No, No.”
lux whimpered. As the vine crept to her
inner thigh. The vine started to lightly
caress Lux’s pussy. She whimpered at this
sensation. “Ahhh so it is true.” Zyra
whispered.
With a flick of a wrist more vines started to
come out of the ground. Two of them
found their way to Lux’s breasts. They
wrapped them selves around her breasts.
The end of the vine started to playfully
tease the nipples. Lux moaned. “STOP!”
She gasped as she tried to free herself.
Zyra walked over to Lux and planted her
lips onto Lux’s. “Your gonna enjoy this you
slut.” Zyra spoke as she pulled away from
the kiss. Lux continued to moan. Clear
liquids started seeping from her. “You’re
about ready.” Zyra chuckled.
Another vine made its way to the rear of
Lux and started poking her butt cheeks.
Lux’s eyes widened. “Please no, please.”
Lux continued to whimper. Zyra smiled,
“It’s time.” The vine that was stroking
Lux’s pussy moved in between her slits and
started rapidly moving in and out. Lux
screamed. The vine that was behind her
penetrated her anus and started viciously
thrashing about. Lux was screaming for it
to stop. The vines moved quicker, the vine
in Lux’s clit slowly became drenched as Lux
was reaching her climax. Zyra walked over
to Lux’s suspended body and grabbed her
breasts. She viciously yanked on them
causing the nipples to stand totally erect.
Lux couldn’t take it anymore, with one last
moan her body fell limp. The vine was now
drenched in Lux’s fluid. “There.” Lux panted
“It’s not over.” Zyra said as she picked up
Lux’s head. The vine that was covered in
Lux’s juice moved its way up and stopped
at her mouth. It made rotations around her
lips covering them in the fluid. Finally it
slipt into Lux’s mouth nearly choking her.
Lux tried to scream but with the vine in her
mouth and the pleasure she was receiving
from the vine penetrating her anus she just
moaned. The vine that was below lux
emerged and made its way in between her
thighs. “Ready?” Zyra said as she motioned
the vine to dive into Lux’s tender and
swollen pussy. Lux body tensed up, pleasure
shot through her. The vine retreated out of
her mouth. Zyra leaned in and pressed her
lips to Lux’s. She shot her tonge into Lux’s
mouth and explored her inside. The vine
that was inside of lux removed itself and
went away. It was replaced by one of
Zyra’s fingers. Lux glanced at Zyra. She
tried to communicate a thought but was
soon overwhelmed by the pleasure she was
receiving. Zyra slowly started to finger lux.
Moving that one finger in and out of her. It
was soon accompanied by another. Her
hand speed increased. Lux moaned into
Zyra’s mouth. She knew a second climax
was coming. Zyra Put all five fingers into
Lux, causing Lux to spread her legs as wide
as possible. Zyra moved her whole hand
into Lux’s now cramped pussy rapidly and
relentlessly. Finally Lux’s inner walls
tightened. Warm fluids washed over Zyra’s
hand. Lux’s body now fell completely limp.
Zyra moved her saturated hand to her
mouth and tasted the innocent girl. “The
fresher the better.” Zyra whispered as she
removed her lips from Lux. Zyra examined
the body of the mage once more before
she turned around and walked away. The
vines disbanded and set Lux onto the
ground. Lux slightly opened her eyes to see
the blurred image of Zyra. She immediately
blacked out from exhaustion.
Lux awoke, and found herself in her own
bed. She sat up in a panic. Her body ached
everywhere. “How did i get here?” She
thought to herself. Lux quickly got ready
and headed out the door. She was
determined to find Zyra and have a talk
about what happened. She wanted to prove
to Zyra that she wasn’t a slut.
Fin

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They start off by going out on a date, and the sexual dominoes fall after that.

‘I’m licking my lips as I calmly head to your door, sexy woman. The anticipation is undeniably overwhelming, but I love it. I know you want some time to get ready, but yet, my right hand is coming to the doorknob, and I’m cracking the door open,’ I thought, prior to peeking in there. ‘And my eyes immediately land on your butt which is covered by some pink cotton panties. I can’t help, but to bring up my dress somewhat and let my right hand into my underwear. Now I’m scanning your back over and over again as you only stand in your match bra and panty set and I play with my pussy. Oh, you are stunning, Rose. Why must you test yourself in more than one dress? You will be dazzling in anything you wear. In the end, they’ll be the same.’

She put two different dresses in front of herself many times over just a few minutes. The whole time, I could not part my eyes from her to save my life. She was one in a million, and I felt amazing because of it. Nothing and no one could make me feel different.

I knew it because the angel loved me in the same way. Whether she even knew it or not, she held a giant soft spot for me, just as I did for her. Even though I knew for sure I’d be getting action from her after our date; I couldn’t resist the urge to see her underdressed.

My whole figure shook around, but I didn’t give away my location. I just bit my tongue and rubbed my twat ever so slowly as the show went on for another five minutes. Then Rose slipped into one of the dresses.

‘Oh, I was wrong, the red strapless dress is the one for you. Screw that blue one, red is for you, angel,’ I thought, breathing heavily. ‘I can imagine myself stripping it off you now ever so slowly. Tonight, I’ll make sure you know just how much I love you. I have a massive heart filled with love to give, and I want to be your exclusive dealer. I certainly do hope you return the favor, Rose. You unquestionably are a rose, and you have bloomed into one gorgeous woman. I know Lil noticed, but I knew it before I even saw your video, you naughty young lady. Now, I’ll take you on a date you’ll remember forever. Incest is a dish best-served smoking hot, which you are. I know we were the only ones in the house, so I’ll let myself be in plain sight in the hallway. I still know it is wrong deep down, but love makes you do crazy things. Little did I know, incest love is even worse, Rose. You’ve made me the sexist and happiest mom in the world.’ 

My eyes closed about halfway, and I felt to be dreaming. I saw everything else around the sexy goddess, but it nearly seemed like it all faded away. That could have just been the result of the perfect formula which was me playing with my cherry while watching her brush her hair.

‘I’m next to positive that she has no idea that I’m watching her, but of course, when you are doing something naughty, you just know somehow you might get caught. I am taking the risk anyway and maintaining my position for the time being. Even as you’re fully clothed, I can’t help it. You seem like crack to me now; only it was much more pleasurable with no bad aftertaste or coughing. All I have to do is look at you, and that’s it. I don’t need to prepare myself or get in the mood. You’re like my little blue pill.’

After a full five minutes, I bent down somewhat. “Shit,” I muttered, attempting to keep it together.

“Mom?” Rose asked, peeking towards the doorway.

“She shouldn’t be able to see me behind this dresser, but crap, I hear footsteps, and now ser her come in front of me,” I whispered.

I just smiled with a guilty face, and neither of us spoke a word. The beauty girl knew for a fact what I was doing as she could see my hand down my panties.

‘I know she isn’t upset, but she isn’t happy either. Damn, my heart is racing now. She is elegant and making me nervous now. I can’t help it; I hope I didn’t fuck this up.’

My body vibrated and then her hands went to her hips. Even then, I still couldn’t make myself take my hand out of my undergarments. I just seemed to be waiting her out. She only made me wait a moment before her hand came towards me.

I grabbed onto it with my free hand, and she helped me up. My mouth was about to open, but she brought both of her hands to my lips. She shook her head no and laid a few kisses on my right cheek.

‘Okay, she isn’t upset, but I can’t stop masturbating,’ I thought, exhaling deeply. 

We stayed silent again as we just had a staring contest. I had no idea what to think, or even if Rose would want me to say anything. Although, she did the talking for both of us as she nonchalantly grabbed my busy arm.

She lazily tugged on it and pulled my hand out. My juice dripped off it, and then she brought it up towards her face. My mouth opened up wide as she let my fingers into hers. She sucked off every single drop of juice she could get and had me jerk around a bit.

My dress went back down, and a few seconds later, she let my hand down and closed the gap between us. Her lips came onto mine, and she encased her arms around me too. I felt the instant urge to return the favor.

‘I feel like I’m dry humping her a bit, but she is showing no signs of disgust.’

Although, that only lasted for a moment before she let go of me and released my lips. Still, nothing was said, but she put a small gap between us and lifted up her dress.

I fought the desire to utter anything and even brought my hands over my face. “Damn, those are wet panties, Rose.”

“I know, now are you ready to wine and dine me, Mom?”

“You are under twenty-one though, you can’t drink wine.”

She came towards me and kissed me once. “Incest is illegal too, Kate, but that is a sexy purple dress though. We shouldn’t give away that we’re mother and daughter if one has a strapless dress on, and the other doesn’t.”

I offered no counteroffer, but she put her hand out. I calmly took it, and she turned off her light. I felt more energetic as we just strolled down the hall. I kept a lid on it for the time being, and we actually went on a mother/daughter date.

I found myself wholly in uncharted territory as I hadn’t been on a first date in over twenty years. Then you add the fact that Rose was my daughter, and that left me nervous, but happy. I took her to one nice restaurant, where you had to make a reservation.

I indeed planned on treating this as a date, rather than a meal with her. I sat across from her towards the middle of the place. Even as it was cool in there and we’d only been for a minute, I felt to be in a sauna.

We looked at each other, but I couldn’t keep eye contact for long, so she lazily brought her palms to my wrists. “Don’t be so fearful, Mom. You are going to get lucky tonight. Dad won’t be home, and I surely have some fun stuff for us to try.”

“No kidding, Rose?”

She nodded and blew a kiss.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I don’t mean to be shaky; I can’t help it.”

She slowly leaned across the table, but left a one-foot gap between us. “Would you feel better if I climbed underneath the table and ate you out? You’ll do anything for your daughter, well, I’ll do anything for my mom.”

I immediately grinned and pictured that proposal. I twitched back and forth a couple of times before she leaned back. I could only guess she knew the answer, but she blew me another kiss. A moment later, the waiter took our drink and food orders.

After he left, Rose yanked her dress down just a little bit to make her crack a little bit bigger. She seemed to be pulling my strings effortlessly, and I all I could do was sit back and let her. She knew the sexual tension was there, so all bets were off.

We both stayed silent, even after our drink orders had shown up. It seemed like we were in a game of chicken, and neither of us seemed willing to give in at all. I had juice flowing out my slit nonstop, and I was sure Rose had the same issue.

“Fuck it, you win. I have to talk to you, hun.”

She giggled somewhat and crossed her arms. “Spill it, Mom.”

“Do you just like the ladies now, or you still like guys too?”

“I’m bisexual. I did turn down an opportunity to be filmed with a guy. He would have been my step-dad in that scene, but I figured you’d be much more upset if you found out about it. The video was just a one-time thing, and I never thought you’d come across it,” she explained before sighing. “Thanks to Lil, you did.”

“Not true, I already knew about it, but please don’t be upset with her, Rose. She is like a sister to me, I can’t stand you being mad at her,” I pleaded, grabbing her hands.

“Don’t worry, Mom, I won’t hold it against her,” she mentioned before she leaned over and kissed me.

She sat back down and smiled at me. “So, did you enjoy watching me a little while ago?”

“Yes, and every time I watched your video too. Is it very taboo, and it makes me feel so wrong, that it feels right. Incestuous relationships are wrong, but I couldn’t stop thinking about you, Rose. You are a woman’s woman: stunning; you know the way around a woman and are eager to please too. Did you make Lil feel good before I caught you?”

“Yes, if I fuck my mom’s best friend, then I’m gonna make her feel good, Mom. As you felt, I ate her pussy and licked her labia to make her feel better than a whole new woman. I’ll do the same for you every time you want me, I promise. Please don’t judge me, Mom,” she said before taking a breath. “I love pleasing women, and I’ll do it for any woman that wants it from me. Lil got around to breaking out the ‘B’ word, but it seemed a little awkward to say the least. It still sounded like blackmail, even though she made it clear she had a crush,” she explained before a pause. “So, if you wanted me, and you never caught us fooling around, would you ever have told me about your incestuous crush, Mom?”

I broke eye contact and moved back a bit. I kept my hands on hers, but I wasn’t sure what to say. I never really thought about her question, but she deserved an answer.

“I think so, babe. Sooner or later, I would have just went for it. We both know that you are getting prettier every day and I’m still a horny bitch that has to get what she wants eventually.”

“And you wanted me, Mom? Even though I’m your flesh and blood daughter?”

“Yes.”

“What about dad though? I’ll let you commit adultery because of how much I love you, but you can’t repeatedly cheat on him. He deserves that much, don’t you think?”

“Maybe, but you aren’t going to let him know about this, are you? I desire to be with you, but I don’t want to break up our family though. You two mean everything to me, but you have some sexual hold over me now, babe. I don’t mean to put it badly, but all of my cards are on the table. Just getting a taste of you just made me want you so much more. Honestly, I thought if we did get involved even a little bit, I’d be better off afterward.”

Then we had another silent staring contest, but smirked at one another. It seemed like we had a lot of chemistry, but I just didn’t know what it would be good for in this context.

‘She made the perfect point about me cheating on her dad. I’m not sure how to feel about that, but as I told her, she has a sexual hold over me. I can’t help, but to keep checking her out, mainly her crack. Now I’m bitting down on my bottom lip and vibrating too, which is nearly leading me to make a scene.’

“Easy, Mom, if you attack me, management won’t like it.”

“I’m sorry, Rose,” I whispered, angling my head down. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“Don’t worry, Mom,” she mumbled, placing her hands on mine. “We’ve already been intimate, so if you wanted me to run, you failed. I love you.”

I peeked back up and smiled back. “I love you too, Rose. You are everything I hoped you’d be and more.”

“You were hoping I’d be in porn, Mom?”

“Shut up,” I laughed, leaning towards her.

We kissed each other for a few seconds before I sat back down. I cheesed a bit, and I had drenched panties too. I could only imagine that Rose knew, so she accepted me for what I was: a sick bitch that wanted to get her into bed.

 “So, Mom?”

“Yes, dear daughter.”

“That’s ‘dear sexy daughter’ to you, Mom. Dare I ask: what color panties are you wearing?”

“Why do you want to know? How do you even know I’m wearing any, Rose?”

“Well, you are a classy woman, and you sure wouldn’t leave the house without wearing some. You know how to let the imagination of others do the work for you, rather than you just showing the goods. Am I right?”

I stayed silent and closed my eyes for a split second.

“What, Mom?”

“You are spot on, Rose,” I answered, opening my eyes. “You are a naughty devil wrapped in an angel it seems. They are dark blue rayon panties by the way.”

“Well, you love me best that way, Mom.”

We broke eye contact again, and she caressed my hands. I wasn’t sure what to say, or even what we could talk about to fill the gap of our meal. I just knew what the result was going to be and I concentrated on that.

“Mom, may I ask you a serious question?”

I licked my lips and just eyeballed her for a moment. “What, sweetie?”

She slanted her head down and couldn’t seem to let out the words. I immediately felt my nerves cringe somewhat, so I had to clench my fists. After twenty seconds of seemingly dead silence, I bumped the table with my knee.

I jiggled a bit and sat back. “What’s on your mind, Rose?”

“Mom,” she sobbed, peeking back at me. “Whether you liked the reasons why you wanted me or not, why didn’t you tell how you felt? Were you afraid I’d reject you, or want nothing to do with you afterward?”

“Please don’t cry, honey,” I pleaded, grabbing her hands tightly. “I just didn’t put you on the spot, and possibly ruin our mother/daughter relationship. I guess yes to that second one.”

“Okay, but, Mom. If you wanted to get between my legs whether you saw the video or not, you could have at least asked. I love you, and you love me. You are my rock, whenever I have any type of problem I can’t solve myself, who do I come to?”

“Me?”

“Yes, so if you wanted to have sex, you should have at least told me. I’m your only daughter, and you don’t have a son. That only means that we’ve already bonded and I’d certainly think our relationship could withstand a little incest crush. You could have started by saying you wanted to kiss for more than a few seconds, then eventually worked up to us tribbing or sixty-nining. You always tell me I’m your rose and you’re my gardener, so it just seems odd that you couldn’t come to me directly.”

“I’ll remember that next time, babe,” I let her know before I leaned over and kissed her again. “I think it is more than a crush though, Rose.”

She smiled and leaned back. Although, only a few seconds later, she got up and calmly made her way towards me. She put her hand out, and I wasted no time taking it. She helped me up and kissed me again.

“What are we doing?”

“Care to dance, Mommy?”

I nodded and felt tingles going throughout my body. We both slowly made our way to a small space out there, and my darling daughter wrapped her arms around me.

“I like this,” I whispered, placing my hands on her lower back.

“I thought so, Kate,” she said as she began slow dancing.

We held each other somewhat tightly as I couldn’t stop smiling. Rose placed her head on my shoulder as I rested mine right on hers.

I can’t help, but to vibrate a bit. I know my dazzling date has noticed, but she hasn’t said anything,’ I thought before a gap. ‘Wow, I’m dancing with my angel, jackpot. I can’t wait to get right between her legs. I’ll make her love me in many ways she never thought possible.’

We danced for over five minutes before her head went back somewhat. “So, Mom, what do you want to do with me? Please, spare no dirty details.”

I swallowed and began breathing quite heavily too. “I want to eat your sweet pussy, Rose. I want to do it just as you did. I also want to rub my entire face all over your slit too, drenching it over and over again. Could you constantly call me ‘Mom’ or ‘Mommy’ as we have sex?”

“Yes, what else do you want to do? Please tell me, I’m your horny daughter, and I command that you tell me everything.”

I immediately began licking my lips and shuddering a little bit too. Rose knew just what to say to get me hot and horny, and she refused to back down. She did it most lovingly though, by intriguing my sexual need for her.

“Rose, I have juice flowing down my legs right now.”

“Would you like me to lick it off in front of all these people? There has got to be at least one-hundred people here that could see it.”

I cheesed and checked out the perimeter for a few seconds. I already knew the answer, but yet, the sexy lady had me thinking about it.

“It is alright, Mom,” she muttered before coming to my right ear. “You have me all night; there will be plenty of time for that kinky shit.”

“Crap, I want to rip that dress, your bra, and those matching panties right off you now,” I moaned, grasping her butt. “You are my daughter, and I want to fuck the shit out of you, honey.”

“Do you want to scissor with me, Mom?”

“Yes, but there is one thing I just really want to do with you.”

She grinned and leaned her head back. “What?”

I stayed silent for a moment. “Do you promise not to judge me?”

“Mom, I love you, and that ship sailed when you told me you wanted to screw me. You can tell me anything you want, so what do you want to do with me?”

“I want to make love to you, with a strap-on, Rose.”

“You mean you want to have intimate sex with me? As if we’re girlfriends? Oral sex, nipple licking and pretty much everything else is great sex, but love making, Mom? Well, that’s something different,” she clarified before a pause. “Do you really have a thing for me? Like you want to be actual girlfriends where we sleep together? What about dad?”

“I don’t know, sweetheart, I just want you,” I let her know before I kissed her and peeked back at the table. “Our food is here, let’s go eat.”

We did just that, but our conversation was limited.

‘All the sudden, Rose posed a good question. I told her I didn’t want to break up our family earlier, but I have no idea how I’ll feel after the date is over. Crap, what if I do love her way more than a daughter. She has already made me feel amazing, but having intimate sex with her could lead us down a bad road where I divorce her dad. I can’t do that to her, but she is ravishing. I must her have her, even if it is just for one night.’

“Mom, you are eyeballing my melons. At least don’t be obvious about it.”

“I’m sorry, honey,” I apologized, looking away.

“I want you to make love to me, Mom,” she whispered, leaning towards me. “I want our boobs to come together, our bodily fluids to mix and for us to bring our love for each other to extraordinary levels. Dad doesn’t need to know everything that goes on between us, for all he knows, we’re just having a mother/daughter dinner and going to play a couple of rounds of bowling afterward. Just promise me one thing.”

“What, angel?”

She sparked a single tear and peeked down.

“What, sweetheart? You can tell me.”

I saw more tears appearing on her face as she lazily got up and came towards me.

She lowered herself to her knees and took my hands in hers. “I want you to promise me that nothing bad will happen to us, Mom. Sex can go either way, and if it goes badly for us, I’ll never forgive myself. You are the best mom a girl could ask for, so please assure me we’ll still be best friends after all is said and done.”

I couldn’t help, but to let out a few tears myself. “Well, Lil is my best friend, but of course, Rose nothing bad will happen to us. I’ll remind you again: You are my rose, and I’m just making sure you bloom to your full potential. Your dad will be there the whole time too.”

“Good,” she said before she swiftly came to me and kissed me again.

She placed both hands on the back of my head and made out with me. I knew it was weird to do it in front of all those people, even though they had no idea that we were mother and daughter, but I didn’t give a damn. Rose took the lead, and I surely didn’t stop her.

After three minutes, she managed to get right onto my lap without taking her lips off mine. I placed my palms on her butt and squeezed those cheeks. My entire body shook nonstop as if I had vibrators all throughout my body.

“Damn, you are crazy, Rose,” I moaned while kissing her.

After three minutes, her lips calmly parted from mine. “What do you say that we get out of here now? I find myself dying for you to undress me.”

“And you’ll do the same for me?”

“Yes, but you have to keep calling ‘Honey,’ ‘sweetie’ and all those other daughter nicknames.”

“Okay, princess.”

“No, that one is dad’s nickname for me. You’re cheating, so you can at least not steal his nickname.”

“Okay, sweetheart,” I said before I kissed her.

We finished our dinner, but we failed to speak, and we kept our eyes on one another.

‘I certainly know I’m walking on dangerous ground, but shit, I need this sexual danger.’

After we finished, I got up and escorted her out to the car. I didn’t open up her door, because I thought that’d be cliche. Anyway, we both got in the car, but I snatched her hands and brought her close to me.

‘I guess we’re skipping bowling, but I can live with that.’

I didn’t say anything, and she failed to utter anything either. It seemed just right as the intimacy was perfect. I brought my right hand to her leg and rubbed it for a moment. She returned the favor a few seconds after I started.

Although, after that moment, she leaned towards me. “Mom, this is where you kiss me.”

I did just that, but I pasted my lips onto hers. ‘Damn, my daughter is some woman. She knows how to woo a woman without even trying.’

Her lips calmly came from mine. “You better take me home, dad isn’t gonna stay out all night.”

“We’re not going home, babe.”

“Where are we going then, Kate?”

“I love it when you call me that, but you have to go back to ‘Mom’ when I get you into bed at the hotel.”

“Oh, it better be classy then, Mommy.”

“It is, now enough talking. I’m gonna take you there and make you mine.”

She gave me one last kiss on the cheek, and I then drove us both to the hotel. She managed not to utter a word, but we smiled at each other numerous times. I could only imagine what it would be like to have her all to myself.

Although, as we pulled into the parking lot, I turned off the car and took her hands. “How many ladies have you been with?”

“Not including you, Lil and that chick from the video, seven. I did use a few women to practice on, Mom. Now, take me away already, enough teasing.”

We both got out, I grabbed the bag, and we calmly made our way to the check-in desk. After only a moment, she took my hand, and we made the trip to room 405.

‘She is nodding and smiling, so maybe it’ll be even more magical. She seems impressed with the place.’

We got off the elevator, but she immediately got in front of me. I didn’t say anything because her back was to my front and neither of us ever stopped walking. It only took a minute to make to our room, and she slid the key into the slot.

She opened the door and let me walk in there before her. I strolled towards the queen sized bed and just peeked around for a few seconds as I heard the door close. I felt more juice coming down my legs.

“I like this place, babe,” I mentioned, turning to her.

“I agree, holy shit, you know how to pick them, Mom,” she commended me before she attacked me.

She took me down like it was nothing, and glued her lips to mine before I dropped the bag on the floor. “I love you, Mom.”

“I love you too, angel. Now and forever,” I muttered, encasing my arms around her.

We made out like lesbo pros for over twenty minutes as our bodies rubbed together. Even just through our dresses, it felt amazing. We linked our emotional connections flawlessly. After those twenty minutes, Rose’s lips drifted off mine, and she slowly leaned up. 

She landed on her feet on the floor, and I just examined her as I rose up, but stayed sitting on the bed. She was dazzling, to say the least, but after two minutes, she lazily snatched my hands and brought them to her back. As I figured out the implication, I took in a deep breath.

“I’m right here, Mommy, so take me, if you want me.”

I was about to open my mouth, but she placed her pointer on my lips. “Your brain might be telling you to say things, but resist the urge. Let us come together as one by just performing our sexual desires on one another, Mommy.”

I nodded and nonchalantly unzipped her dress. As the zipper was all the way down, she lazily got out of it and stood in just her bra and panties. I didn’t need to speak then, because she left me speechless.

I just licked my lips as I studied her unbelievable sexy body for a moment. I was biased as hell, but I couldn’t see a single flaw on her figure. I just let my lust and love for her lead me there on out, although, I did follow her order and not speak.

I used my lips for something else as I let them come down on her stomach. She immediately twitched somewhat and placed both of her hands on my head. I was sure that regardless of what happened, there was no way the magic could go down.

‘Oh, she has incredibly soft skin. The skin you would find on an angel,’ I thought before we made eye contact. ‘Don’t worry, Rose. I’m watering you just the right amount and believe it or not; you will be blooming beyond your potential.’

I brought my hands palms to her hips right above her panties and held her tightly. She couldn’t stop herself from shaking around. She began caressing my head and moaning somewhat too. All I did was lay smooches all her stomach, but yet, I had both of us loving it.

I had no choice, but to spark a couple of tears. Rose saw them and did the same. She kept to her word and didn’t speak, but that didn’t stop her from mouthing ‘I love you.’ many times. Even as it was relatively cool in there, I found myself sweating bullets.

My hands gradually made their way towards her crotch. ‘And her pussy is soaked.’

I brought my head away from her, and we just glared at one another. She blew a kiss to me, but then she pointed down. I got the message, and then I calmly slid down her panties. I failed to glance down though; I just wanted to keep the intimacy high.

Although, then I saw her body move as I was sure she stepped out of them. She leaned down and snagged them, but instantly grabbed my hands and brought them back to her back. I cheesed and undid her bra as well. I tugged it off her and dropped it.

 “Go ahead, say something, Mom.”

“You are radiating, sweetie,” I praised, her checking out her figure. “Your beauty is undeniably perfect, and I know I’m going to be enjoying a lot more in the future.”

Her right palm haltingly made it’s way to my cheek. “My turn,” she whispered before she kissed me.

As her lips were on mine, she pushed off the straps on each side of my dress over my shoulders, and it slowly fell off me, showing my bra. After a couple more minutes of keeping our make-out session going, my dress fell right off, and she wasted no time letting her hands come over onto my back.

She lazily undid my bra, and I brought my hands to her boobs. Even then, she barely pulled it off me and refused to let her lips off mine. Although, after a minute, I decided to take my hands off her breasts and let my bra fall to the floor as well.

Our lips stayed together for another three minutes before I ended the make-out session. I took an extra deep breath as we both eyeballed one another again. Rose suddenly stopped on my legs, so I knew she noticed how turned on I was.

She peeked at me for a few seconds and blew me a kiss, prior to lowering herself down to her knees. Our eye contact never broke, even as her tongue hung out and landed on my left leg. She immediately, but gently licked off the juice in a straight line.

I jiggled a bit, but kept my focus on her. She smirked at me again and wrapped her hands around the side straps of my panties. While maintaining constant eye contact, she brought them down to my feet, and I stepped out of them.

She grabbed onto them along with her pair and rose back up with me. She held my pair in one hand and her own in the other. I wasn’t sure what to do, but then she brought my pair right to her face.

‘Oh, she is sniffing my panties with the aroma of my pussy all over them. Now she is closing her eyes and enjoying the high of it now.’

After her personal minute, she opened her eyes and transported them over to my face. Her message was clear, so I took them right from her and took a very deep inhale.

I leaned back and cheesed as much as I could. “Oh, your twat smells like a sexual garden, honey.”

“I know, now take charge, Mom. The woman you love more than anyone else in the world is standing in front of you, and she ready for you.”

“Just tell me if I push you too far,” I told her, sitting down on the bed.

“I will,” she muttered, placing her hands on my head. “Until then, no more talking, Mommy. Now, take advantage of my jugs.”

I took her left nipple into my mouth, and she instantly pressured me a little forward, so I sucked a little more of her nipple in there. I placed a hand on each side of her boob and made sure to hold it tight. I did my best to try to watch her react to the thrill, but I had to deal with it too.

‘Oh, I love my daughter, and her nipple tastes wonderful. It is the perfect size for her breast; I couldn’t imagine it being any better.’

I closed my eyes and began moving my head back and forth. The sexual nirvana spiked up, and I seemed to have her in the palm of my hand. Her moans got bigger and bigger with passing minute, and I even felt some of her juice plummetting out.

Her body was vibrating quite a bit, and she more than eager to please. I knew deep down that there was a lot of love going into this, but I couldn’t stop myself from feeling the great feelings I knew we both had.

Without warning, I just switched nipples and looked back up at her. She smiled at me again, but it was about to get bigger as I let my right-hand fingers slither onto her pussy lips. I directly felt like there was a fountain down there, so I shuddered a bit.

“Yes, Mommy, pleasure your daughter just like that.”

I grinned as much as I could, but sucked as hard as I could. Rose fought the urge to let out more words, so she slanted her head back and nearly took my head off. Even as she hurt me slightly, I failed to hold back.

I scrubbed her twat nonstop and sucked the life out of her nipple as well. ‘I’m making my elegant daughter feel good now. I’m just sucking her nipple and playing with her cherry, so I’m going to make her feel so much better than that MILF did that video.’

“Fuck, I was wrong, you can talk all you want, you dazzling, but incestuous floozy. Suck that nipple like it is a fucking lollipop. Just save energy in those lips, you still have to use them on my cunt too. I’m certainly not just going to let you just use them on my nipples; you have to use them on the sexist part of my body too. You can’t ask me to have sex with you and pleasure me halfheartedly, Mommy. You have to treat your daughter as the passionate wench she is. If you brought us to this classy hotel, you have to do a beyond classy job of thrilling me too.”

My mouth came off her nipple. “Don’t you ever shut up?”

“Not when I’m doing the nasty with my mom.”

“I love your melons too; you certainly get them from me.”

“Thank you,” she replied, leaning down to kiss me. “I only hope I can pass the torch on as the years go by, Kate. You are even more beautiful than you were ten years ago.”

“You think so?”

She nodded and lowered her head to my right nipple. “Keep that hand busy though, and tell me how much you love me frequently too, Mom,” she advised me before she took it into her mouth.

“Oh, you are quite alluring, to say the least, so you must be a seductress. You got me obsessed, so now have your way with me, you tart. You loving and sexy tart.”

Her lips came off my nipple, and her eyes widened. “Call me ‘Sweetheart,’ Mommy.”

“Okay, sweetheart, pleasure your mommy like I’m your ravishing lover.”

“Fine,” she whined before she advanced me down to my back. “I’ll give the best memory you could hope for, Mommy. We don’t want dad to find out, but if he saw us together, he’d be jacking off nonstop and filling up a bathtub in no time.”

“That is hot, sweetie.”

“Have you masturbated thinking about me, Mom?”

“Yes, but please don’t tease me now.”

“Yes, Mommy,” she muttered, wrapping her arms around my legs. “I’ll make you feel good, but you better return the favor though,” she let me know before she let her tongue out.

“Oh, fuck yes, sweetheart,” I moaned, lying my head back. “I’ll do it for you, Rose. Only because I love you,” I sobbed, placing my hands on my tits.

I immediately began rubbing my back on the bed and caressing my bosoms as well. Then I felt a couple of fingers take shelter inside my slit.

“Yes, thrust those fingers in and out there too, my sweet angel. Eat your mommy’s pussy, and make her one happy lady. Fuck, I can’t even see you, but you are making me feel wonderful. I’m fucking crying now, Rose, but keep going. You are just a great young woman with a perfect tongue.”

I felt it rubbing my clit up and down ever so slowly along with her fingers moving nonstop too. She was just the perfect sexy storm, and I loved her more than ever. I even began scrubbing my hooters.

The incest feelings were roaming throughout the room and making me feel better with each passing moment. As every movement of hers came about, I swear I came a little closer to just going nuts. I did my best to keep a lid myself, but my daughter was playing with fire.

“Oh, that slick and loving tongue, Rose. You are in fact blooming now. You are in fact that best woman here, I swear.”

“Shut up, Mom. I want to make you feel incredible, but I need you at least try to be quiet,” she whined, rubbing my stomach. “I’ve only been eating you out for a couple of minutes, but you keep breaking my concentration.”

“I’m sorry, babe, please don’t be mad at me,” I pleaded, glancing at her.

She shot me a dirty look and slowly began climbing up with me. “I’m not,” she made clear before kissing me. “I do want to make you cum before you eat me out, or you make love to me, Mommy.”

“I’m sorry, Rose.”

She pecked my cheek and lazily went back down to my slit. She blew me a kiss and slowly inserted a couple of fingers again. I saw her lips touch down on my pussy lips and kissed them all over for a moment as she let her fingers in and out slowly.

She didn’t need to please me; she had the thrill all locked up. I couldn’t possibly escape it, because she had me wrapped around her little finger, and I loved it that way. We kept our eyes on each other for the time being, but then she let her tongue back into my pussy, and she closed her eyes.

“I can be whatever you need me to be, angel. A sex goddess, a queen or just a casual fuck buddy. Whatever you want me to be, consider me ready for you,” I let out before I slanted my head back again.

I positioned my hands onto her head and just kept them in place. They moved right along with her head as I felt her eat me out as the pussy munching princess she was. She failed even to take my lips into her mouth as she did the video, but it didn’t matter.

She just needed to rub that tongue on my pussy walls effortlessly. Whether in a circle, from side to side, up and down or anyway she found to make me feel good. I desired to look right into her eyes as she committed this felony, but I found myself nearly paralyzed with pleasure.

I just envisioned the sexy spectacle in my mind, which I had no issue doing. My mouth opened wide, and I just waited for the moment. The moment where I couldn’t take it anymore and let the woman I loved most in the world have my juice.

“Holy shit, babe, you are the woman I love most on the planet. I love you, and I love everything about you too. Please don’t ever stop being my daughter; please be the sweet and sexual angel you are now. Be this forever.”

I suddenly felt her face moving back and forth, which made her tongue fly around in the process. She washed my lips with her other hand and fucked me senseless without missing a beat. She just was the sexual goddess that I built her to be.

“Oh, fuck yes, Rose,” I cried, shaking around frequently. “Stick that tongue in there as deep as you can. Shove it in there if you have to, but get the whole thing inside my snatch. I’ll stop talking if you do it because then I’ll be too busy cumming all over that beyond stunning face of yours.”

“Promise?”

“Yes, then I want you to come up here with me so I can clean off your face with my tongue. After I have it all off, I want to encase my arms around you. I want to hold you so close to me, that we feel to be just one woman. One soul, one heart, one everything as just let our love grow within.”

“Okay, Mom, but shut up now,” she ordered me before she lowered her head down again.

Then my sweet angel pressed on my pussy lips on each side and balled them up slightly. “I’ll fuck you only in a way that a daughter can do for her mother,” she whispered, gently rubbing my lips calmly. “Does that sound good?”

“Yes, it sounds amazing in fact.”

“Tell me you love me again, Kate.”

“It is ‘Mom,’ bitch, and I love you more than anyone else in the world, I swear on my life.”

She gave me the most devilish grin I could imagine and opened her mouth. She let my twat lips directly into her mouth and instantly began sucking on them.

“Yes,” I moaned, swiftly moving up with her. “That’s the spot, sweetie. Suck those lips and tickle them too with your wet tongue. Do it for me, for the one woman that will never judge you, only support you in literally everything you want to do. If you want me to join your twelve guy gangbang, I’m there ready and willing, Rose. I’ll let you grow so far that you will have to be the gardener and take care of me.”

I felt her suck in even more of my lips, and my tears dropped down like raindrops. I hit the bed several times with my heels, and I seemed to become a little out of control. Although, that only made her more fierce and eager to please.

She used her tongue just as I thought and brushed my lips like it was nothing. My arms went up, and I waved them around right above those nonstop, which caused the bed to shake. It even came off the legs a few times, but it served as no distraction for Rose.

She jumped over those hurdles perfectly and impressed me. I lied back down on the bed and rolled the top half of my body back and forth. Her face just followed my slit, and she kept her game up too.

“Oh, son of a bitch,” I moaned, halting movement. “Here you go, sweetheart. Enjoy the juice of your mommy,” I recommended, peeking back at her.

“I will, Mom,” she said, positioning her face right above my cum squirt gun.

I watched her just eyeballing my pussy nonstop while I rubbed my breasts ever so slowly. From one second to the next, I suddenly felt like I was about to give birth. My slit was ready to shoot out my cum, and she was prepared to accept it from me.

I gave an extra large dose of that juice which was solely because it was her that made it happen. I pushed myself as hard as I possibly could for as long as I could too. I closed my eyes so that I couldn’t see the miracle, but I felt it vividly.

The intense, clear and pleasurable picture where I could clearly see me splashing my juice all over my daughter’s face cemented itself in my brain. I didn’t need to see it physically, but I had it an emotional picture which was priceless.

After it was all said and done, I found myself unable to move much. All I could do was try to deal with the pleasure both physical and emotional. I felt to be frying in an oven, but I felt fantastic. The mental feelings rose again as I felt my daughter climb up on top of me.

She kissed me once. “Aren’t you going to look at me, and wash my face, Mom?”

“Of course, angel,” I muttered, opening my eyes.

We looked at each other not as mother and daughter, but lovers. I felt the feelings, and they were making me tingle. I knew they were there, but I couldn’t fight them.

“You are beautiful, Rose,” I complimented her, softly placing my right palm on her cheek.

“More than an angel, Mommy?”

“Yes,” I answered before my tongue came out, and I brought it to her face.

I licked my juice right off her face as if it was an ice cream cone. I closed my eyes and blindly did the work faultlessly. I heard her moan a bit and she shuddered somewhat as well. She grabbed onto my arms and held them tight, but not too tight.

As I tickled her, she squeezed my arms a little bit. I didn’t mind as I loved the results I got directly from her. I also felt her leaking out some juice down towards my slit, so our mother/daughter relationship indeed soared.

“That was amazing, Mom,” she mentioned, getting onto her side. “I had no idea you were this sexual or you had a lesbian side.”

“Even after over twenty years with me being your mom,” I pointed out, getting onto my side too. “You’re still learning things about me.”

As I was, we just glanced at each other again. Neither of us said a word for over five minutes, but we both smiled and licked our lips slightly. I had an idea jumping through my mind, but I just wanted to hear my ravishing daughter speak first.

“Mom?”

“Yes?”

She kissed me once again, but then she slowly lied down on her back. I just watched her as she glared right back at me. I rose up to my butt as she calmly brought her hands down to her twat. My eyes widened, and my entire body vibrated too.

“I’m ready for you, Mommy,” she let me know, spreading out her pussy lips. “Fulfill your incestuous fantasy.”

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Story of fiction. Loosely based on an unrealistic movie situation. Created in the warped interior of my kinky mind.

Nina had everything that Thomas wanted in a dancer and a lover. She was a delicate flower, but also someone that could show a dark side if he could just help her unleash it. Nina just
wasn’t comfortable enough in her body to fully liberate herself from the iron jaws of an oppressive, manic depressive mother. She was innocent by nature and the spotlight of New York City would just eat her up, Thomas knew this. This issue had also came front and center in his life when he decided to cast Nina in the lead up an upcoming performance.

Much to the chagrin of Lilly, a raven-haired beauty, Nina got the starring role. Nina wasn’t as innocent and this was obvious to Thomas the first time he set eyes on her just a couple years back at a recital in upstate New York. However, to Thomas there had to be a happy medium between innocence and pure sexuality….Lilly just didn’t have that.

This is where the story of the breaking of Nina began.

On a cloudy October night, with New York City hopping like it always does, the group was set to rehearse for their upcoming show. The clouds and rain made it nearly impossible for Nina to show up in her usual pristine manner. She walked into the building sopping wet, shoes squeaking across the just shined floor. To Nina there was nothing worst than this. After all, the petite looker always prided herself on her appearance of perfection. Maybe this had to do with her mother being dancer when she was growing up, but this mentality was quickly getting the best of Nina. It made her give off an aura of innocence that didn’t translate well to the part that she was cast into.

Lilly noticed this, and with her more dominant mentality coupled with the fact that she wasn’t cast as the lead, this was something she was going to run with. Thomas, on the other hand, saw Nina walk in shyly and embarrassed and really wasn’t having any of it. She needed to be more forceful and confident in her own skin. As the rehearsal got going it was clear that Nina wasn’t on her A-game. She fell off the the hands of a male costar and fell to the ground. On the next scene she just slipped, her silhouette figure plummeting to the hard surface once more. What’s wrong with me? Nina asked herself, obviously still shaken from making an entrance that was nowhere near perfect.

“Stop, rehearsal is over..You can all go home, except Nina. I need to see you in my office NOW!!!!!” Thomas exclaimed in a rather matter of fact way. It was apparent to Nina and everyone else that he wasn’t a happy camper. All the other cast members quickly picked up their belongings and exited stage left. Nina, still in a consistent state of frustration just laid their on the floor, waiting for them all to leave, never looking up once.

“Well Nina, are you coming?”

The skinny, but extremely beautiful young female followed Thomas like Bambi’s mother would follow The Great Prince of the Forest in the Disney classic, submissive as could be. Once in the office, Thomas asked one simple question. “Do you have what it takes to be Odile? Because I don’t think you do.” Arms crossed around his chest. Still looking to the ground, Nina uttered silently, “Yes, I do. Just give me another chance.” This response didn’t please Thomas in the slightest, “Why are you so uncomfortable in your own skin? You need to take control, you need to become more aware of your sexuality… Of your surroundings.” This response obviously took Nina by surprise. Why would he say that to me? She thought to herself, fetching enough inner-strength to look at the imposing figure in the face. “Listen Nina” Thomas walking closer and then pushing the tender soul against the wall, grabbing her by the back of the head and laying a passionate kiss on what was an obviously virgin body. “This is the sexuality you need to show. This is the the pure passion you need to show.” Nina, not feeling any of it, ran out of the office and into her dressing room, leaving Thomas behind as frustrated as he could possibly be. All he was trying to do was give her an example of human sexuality and should couldn’t even take it. This wasn’t going to work.

About five minutes passed when Thomas heard a knock on the door. “Come in Nina.” Thomas stated sifting through papers, anger still obvious in his voice. Then pops in Lilly dressed in a short black miniskirt and shite halter top, apparently ready for another romp on the town. “What are you doing here Lilly, I told you guys to go home an hour ago.” Asked Thomas in a perplexed voice. “Well, I overheard your conversation with Nina and I have an idea.

The conversation continued for quite some time. All the while, Nina was busy wiping the white makeup off her face and loathing in her own existence. There she was sitting in front of a mirror just an hour after he might have ruined her big break on stage. As was the case with Nina, perfection caused the innocent flower much pain that night. Wiping makeup with one hand and scratching up her back with the other. Welts were apparent on her exposed shoulder, which caused much more uncertainty for Nina, fully knowing her mother wouldn’t stand for that.

Then a knock on the door followed by Lilly walking in. “What do you want Lilly, I am not in the mood.” Walking closer to Nina, the voluptuous beauty patted her on the head and said “Dear, it is going to be okay. You have a bad night, not a big deal. Remember, there is always tomorrow and perfection isn’t everything.” With a dumfound look on her face, Nina responded “Maybe for you, your just a backup performer. I am the main star that I was always destined to be and might have blew it tonight.” This didn’t make Nina any friends with her co-star.. Lilly, thinking to herself…This bitch thinks she is better than me. She thinks she is better than us. Thomas only gave her the job because he thought he could get some virgin cunt. I am going to show this bitch right now. Not wanting to show any signs of anger, Lilly backed up a few steps and said “Hey I was just trying to help you. Don’t have to be so rude about it.” As Lilly was preparing to leave the luxurious dressing room that she always thought belonged to her, Nina responded “I am sorry, it has just been a long day.” Not wanting to have any more of this conversation, Lilly said “it’s cool” and left the room.

The next thing Nina knew, it was 10:00 at night and she missed the last subway out of town. What am I going to do? She thought to herself. Looking over to the other end of the room Nina figured that she could just sleep on the loveseat and be done with the night. Fully unclothing with an exception of her panties and and bra, Nina depressingly made her way to the couch covering herself up with a long bath towel.

“Hey Thomas, we have her the way we want her..Let’s do this shit.” Nina hearing background voices in the room, sounding a bit like Lilly. In an instant Nina sprung to her feet and saw Thomas and Lilly standing right in front of her. “What do you guys want? I missed the last subway home and was trying to get some sleep.” Need exclaimed looking down to the ground embarrassed by her appearance. “Hey bitch we want you. We are going to have you. Now take it like a good girl” Lilly responded in a stern voice, throwing the small brunette back on to the sofa.

Thomas then jumped on Nina’s back grabbed rope that was used for the rehearsal that night and tied her hands behind her back. “You might act all innocent slut, but we all know what is pent up inside that soft exterior,” explained Thomas. “Now take whats coming to you” as he bent Nina over the sofa, ass up in the air, kicking her legs apart. Without warning Lilly grabbed the remaining rope and tied Nina’s legs spread across each end of the loveseat. Before Nina knew it, she was nearly naked in front of two people, spread in a vicarious position, thinking to herself……What are they going to do? They cannot be thinking of doing. Voice in her head cut off by Thomas ripping her panties from her crotch, leaving a weltering red spot between her thighs. Unbuckling his belt, Thomas positions himself behind Nina and slides his cock in her virgin pussy, not saying a word. “No, no, no….You cannot be doing this…Stop..Please, oh God, please.” Nina exclaimed in a frantic voice. Without hesitation Lilly started stripping naked, obviously turned on by the scene. “Hey Nina, you thirsty” She asks in a sarcastic manner, while her victim is about to get impaled by a rather length 10 inch cock. “What do you mean? No…Please, just stop.”

Lilly jumps on the other side of the loveseat, spreads her legs so they’re supported by each end of the object and starts to straddle Nina’s facing forcing the girl to look up. “Lick my pussy slut….’no, no, no” she is interrupted by frantic pleads. Not thinking about anything else other than getting her cunt licked, Lilly forces her pussy lips onto Nina’s face, reaching down and closing off her nasal passages. “Mmf, mmf, mmf, mmf, Nina holds her breath for as long as possible before opening her mouth to the waiting pussy of her co-star. Just as this happens Thomas jams his cock half way into Nina’s cunt, deflowering the beauty and forcing her face forward and mouth into Lilly’s waiting pussy. “Lick it bitch, lick it,” exclaims Lilly excited by the whole seen.

There Nina is, just a few hours after embarrassing herself on stage, the meat in a bi-sexual sandwich directly out of a horror movie. Why me? I didn’t do anything to deserve this. Nina thinks to herself as she is unable to let out anything tangible with Lilly forcing her cunt on the previously innocent young beauty. Thomas slides in further, softly kissing the self-made welts on Nina’s back and asking “We know you can be Odette, but it is time to be more like Odile.” Is this what he meant by sexually liberating me. They’re just raping me, nothing liberating about this. Nina once again in her own mind. “That’s right bitch…Time to prove you can be the ‘Black Swan,” states Lilly as she is humping her pussy onto Nina’s face. Thomas bucking harder and harder into Nina, the victim screaming into Lilly’s cunt, making the assaulter even more excited by the whole scene and the hot mouth entrenched into her cunt lips.

Not able to hold back anymore, Thomas drives his cock all the way in Nina’s previously virgin cunt, balls slapping against her tender, milky thighs. Then in an instant, Thomas unloads his seed deep into her womb. Not wanting to be overshadowed, Lilly comes and squirts a tremendous amount of hot female juice all over Nina’s face.

Nina wakes up on the loveseat about four hours later. She looks around, there is no one in the room. There is no sign of the rope that was used in her rape, or the juices that must have dropped from her ravaged body during the brutal attack…But, Nina knew it happened…It was too real not to have happened. But, where were those welts that Thomas caused by ripping her panties?

Ten minutes pass and there is a knock on the door, walks in Lilly again. “What the fuck did you guys do to me last night?” Asks Nina, demanding an answer and running psychotically towards Lilly with a baton in her hand. “You guys fucking raped me.” Thinking the entire seen was funny, Lilly responds, “Did someone have a wet dream about me?” “No, no, no, no…You guys raped me.” Nina, clearly flustered, replies. Then in an instant, not even knowing how it happened, the “Black Swan” comes out in Nina as she takes the baton and whacks Lilly over the face with it three times..Blood dripping to the floor. Oh my god, did I just do that? Nina asks herself, her co-star dripping blood and unconscious on the floor. Shit, shit….Nina feels the pulse of the raven-haired beauty on the floor, thank God, she is still alive.

But, to Nina this doesn’t change the fact that she was raped. She knows it was real, she knows it happened. Why else would she have scratches on her pussy? Nina drags Lilly to the loveseat, grabs two pairs of stalkings, one white and the other black, and ties one around Lilly’s neck and the other forcing her arms behind her back. Trying to figure out what to do, Nina locks the door and comes up with a plan. This bitch is going to feel the full wrath of my ire, of my frustration. Patiently, well not so much, Nina waits for Lilly to wake. Five minutes pass and Lilly finally comes to. “Good, your awake bitch. Time for you to feel the pain of turning on a fellow sister.” Nina lifts up Lilly’s black skirt, moves around to her somewhat bloodied face and shows her the baton. “Be a good girl and take it.” All the while Lilly is screaming bloody murder, there are knocks on the door, it is obviously Thomas hearing the commotion in the room. “Take it slut.” States Nina as she jams the baton in Lilly’s pussy from behind.

Not being nearly as nice as Thomas was before, Nina attacks her victims pussy with the full wrath of years of pent up sexual frustration, sticking six, then seven, then eight, then nine inches into Lilly’s bloodied pussy. Harder and harder Nina fucks her co-star as hard as possible, pulling out then jamming it back in, while slapping Nina’s ass. “Someone help, help, help, she is going to kill me…Help, help, help…Oh God, someone please help me. This is tortured..Oh, God.” Lilly stating in a completely blubbering manner. “Take this fake cock you stupid fucking cunt…You piece of shit fuck toy.” Nina, obviously having an out of body sexual experience, responds. Then in an instant the door is broken down. Nina backs up, the baton still lodged in Lilly’s pussy,. “What the fuck are you doing Nina?” Asks Thomas in a relentlessly frantic tone.

“Just sexually liberating myself baby. See, now I can be the perfect Black Swan that you have always wanted. That I have always wanted to be. I am finally perfect, I can play both roles now.” Nina states, pulling the baton from Lilly’s ravished pussy and walking out of the room. “See Thomas”, Lilly removing herself from the loveseat and wiping blood from her thighs, “I knew Nina had it in her.”

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I work the late shift. I hate it for the most part. But there are a few perks like less traffic on the way home and I get to walk into my bedroom and watch my sexy woman sleep. Sounds weird I know, but there’s nothing quite like waking her up to have sex.

I tossed my coat over the back of the couch and made my way into the bedroom. There she was, laying there, the sheets barely covering her naked body. The sight of her sleeping always gets me hot. I don’t know if it’s because she’s helpless lying there or if its cause I can look long and hard at her without her wondering what the hell I was thinking. Her curves showed right through the sheets. She’d left the lamp on and the light danced across her, she obviously fell asleep reading again. She always tried to stay awake until I got home.

I watched her as I undressed making sure not to make a sound. I let my pants and shirt fall to the floor. The cool air made my nipples harden as I freed my breasts from my bra. I slipped into the bathroom to take a quick shower. As the water flowed over my body, the vision of her lying in bed stayed in my mind. I was wet and it wasn’t from the shower. I toweled off my body and made for the bed. As I stood at the foot of the bed I slowly pulled the sheets down, revealing her nakedness completely. I felt my body tingle as I looked down at her.

I eased myself onto the bed to lie next to her, lightly pressing my damp body against her soft skin. As I pressed my breasts against her back she began to stir. I held totally still. I didn’t want her to wake up yet. I slid my hand over her hip and to her hairless mound. Carefully I pressed my fingers against her lips, penetrating ever so slowly until I found her clit. She moaned lightly but wasn’t awake. I slid my other arm underneath her and began to fondle her breasts, rolling her nipples in between my fingers making them stand erect.

As I started to nibble at her neck, she began to stir. My lips lightly bit at her skin and traveled up the side of her neck to her earlobe. As I reached her ear I whispered lightly, “Honey, I’m home.” She rolled over slowly and a smile danced across her lips. I quickly kissed her deeply, letting my tongue explore her mouth. “I missed you baby.” She said between kisses.

She let her hands roam my body, gently kneading my flesh. She slipped one of her hands down to my trimmed mound. Her warm fingers penetrated my lips and found my clit. I did the same to her, her moist lips surrounding my fingers. We both let our fingers stroke and rub against our clits and before I knew it we were both grinding our hips against our hands. She whispered seductively “Baby, I wanna feel your tongue on my clit.” As I made my way down her sensual body, she squirmed underneath me in anticipation.

I reached her shaven mound and placed butterfly light kisses around it and upon her lips, teasing her. Her scent filled my nose and I felt myself grow damp again. Her whimpers told me I was driving her crazy. I continued to tease her, letting my tongue pass just beyond her wet lips and lightly skim along her clit. Once I thought I had tantalized her enough I flattened my tongue and pressed it firmly against her throbbing clit. Her moans filled the room.

I pressed my face deeper into her sweet pussy as I spread her lips apart with my fingers. Her clit was hard and prominent as I sucked it into my hot mouth. I raised my hands up her body, lightly tracing circles along her soft skin causing goose bumps to cover her. She moaned and squirmed against the bed as my tongue rolled over her clit and pulled it into my mouth again. Her wetness completely covered my face now and I relentlessly sucked at her clit.

I slowly inserted my middle finger into her tight hole and without delay she squeezed tightly around it. Her wet warm walls surrounded my finger and held it firmly in place as my mouth continued to suck, nibble and lick her clit. By now her hips rocked against my face and forced my tongue to stroke the full length of her clit. I began to pump my finger in and out of her pussy like a little cock, letting it wriggle while deep inside her, teasing her g-spot.

Her quiet moans were replaced with loud groans from deep within her as she began to cum. I felt her juices release and cover my mouth and finger as she writhed underneath me. I kept up my pace, not wanting her to come down too soon. My tongue rolled over her clit again and again until her entire body shuddered. “Oh God Baby!!” She pressed against the back of my head and forced me harder on her clit, then released me as her orgasm began to subside, her hips lay still and her gaspy breathing replaced her moans.

With a final kiss on her sweetness I began to make my way back up her body, placing delicate kisses along her skin causing her to giggle. I licked her lips as I began to kiss her, the scent of her juices thick on my tongue. She immediately kissed me deeply, wanting to taste her self. She moaned into the kiss and our bodies pressed together once more. We lay there for a few moments and she was off to sleep again. I just chuckled and cuddled against her waiting for sleep to find me. There was always tomorrow night.

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Two half black twins have a white father who has a debt towards his own racist father. The father has to allow the grandpa to do whatever he wants with his sweet daughters, and ends up committing incestuous rape himself.

When I had married Therese, about 19 years ago, there had been a lot of agitation in my family. Indeed, Therese was a sculptural Black from Martinique, who had lived in France for some years. She was a breathtaking beauty: 1m80, breasts like bombshells, an ass a saint would kill for, broad hips and a nice little belly. I still do not understand how she looked at a guy like me. The problem is that my parents were racist. My father had not dared to protest, but when my mother learned that I was going to marry Therese, and that she was pregnant, she had a very violent reaction, screamed ugly racist insults, said she was going to disinherit me (it was she who had all the money in her couple with). She was not very healthy, she had a heart attach the next week and died a few hours later.

However, my father told me that my mother had left a will, which disinherited me completely, and he shown me a copy of it. But she had not had time to have it registered by the notary public, and I was still legally her heir, unless somebody (my father, for example) went to the notary. With his usual cynicism, my father then offered me a perfectly disgusting contract. He would not show the contract to the notary if my wife agreed to replace his. Very clearly, he wanted Therese to sleep with him. He despised her because of her skin color, but he wanted to fuck her! I was furious, and I left him without answering. However, when I spoke of his attitude to my wife, Therese, although she was disgusted, told me that we could not afford to lose the inheritance: We would lose the house, and if I lost my mother’s shop, I would be unemployed. And we could not afford it, my wife was pregnant, we were going to have huge expenses.

That’s how my wife ended up giving in to my father’s desires. From time to time, even today, she receives a call from my father, and I know that she goes home to make love. Once, he even gave me a CD on which he recorded her having sex with him. At first I was terrified to see her like that, naked, reluctantly offered to him, letting my father insult, caress, penetrate and cumming on her, but it ended up exciting me and from time to time, I watch the CD in secret before making love to my wife, it makes me damn hard !
Despite everything, I feel that even if she does not talk about it, if she is as discreet as possible about what she does with my father, the situation weighs on my wife and my couple. I think that’s why she did not want to have other children. Yet, our two twins, Beatrice and Berenice, are a great source of joy. They have just turned 18, and they are beautiful as the day. Light skin, long curled hair, angel faces, curious about everything, always smiling … At that age, they are curious and they ask, from time to time questions about boys, about love, especially Berenice, to which my wife tries to respond as best she can, without cynicism, despite a situation that weighs on her. Berenice is the most adventurous, the most curious, Beatrice is more in withdrawal but she does not lose anything of the explanations, she is interested despite her shyness. Béatrice and Bérénice are little women. Although my wife and I keep them as far away from the small as possible, My father clearly saw them changing. A few weeks ago, while he was asking me for news of my daughters (not of my wife, he had just shagged her), he added: “Your daughters are very cute… I would like to suggest you something … “. I knew perfectly well what my father was referring to. “Dad, we have a contract, remember, Thérèse regularly honors this contract!”

“Well, quite rightly, I want to propose to you … an amendment! Your two little niggers, I want them! Otherwise, do not forget that I have your mother’s will in my possession, I still can show it to a notary!”

Suddenly resigned, I understood that he continued to hold me by the balls. I had no way to protect my little girls. My father even asked me to be his accomplice, he let me decide when he would deflower them. I could not believe my ears, but I had to obey.

Luck was with me (rather with my father). Two weeks later, my wife had to come back to Martinique, her mother was sick. She would stay there for at least a month. The summer break of the girls had just begun. So very quickly, I sent my daughters to my father’s. I explained to them that since I was working, it was their grandpa who would take care of them. They were surprised, because we hardly ever went to Grandpa’s, whereas we lived nearby, and because they had never spent their holidays at his home. To prevent them from asking too many questions, I gave them new clothes to put on, according to the instructions that my father gave me. They were all excited, and for good reason! I had bought very sexy outfits, like the ones their mothers refused to buy. When they came out of their room with these clothes, I was breathless! My two little girls had the body of two little whores, and kept their angelic face! A t-shirt tight, very décolleté, let appear the birth of their breasts that promised to become two pretty apples. The t-shirts were short, I almost could see their navels! And their bottoms ! They wore ultra-tight shorts, and had two lovely little asses! At every step they made, I almost could see the moon! Spontaneously, they rushed towards me to kiss me (on the cheek, alas!) and, without afterthoughts, plated their little titties against me. It gave me a hard-on, and I was ashamed. Having a hard-on in front of such an innocent gesture, when they were going to have such a hard time … From then on I remained silent, while getting in the car and during the short trip separating us from the house of Papa. I continued to have a hard-on. A new desire, as obscene as that of my father, was beginning to agitate me.

Finally, we arrived at Dad’s. When the girls got out of the car, they rushed to their grandfather to kiss him. He acted like a good grandpa for five minutes, and sent them play in the garden. They started laughing. I told him :
– Those girls love you. Are you sure that’s what you want? !
– of course ! Look at their asses!
– All right, but I want to protect them. I know you’re not going to take precautions. Berenice is strong, she will endure. But Beatrice … She’s still so … innocent, so … fragile.
– Yes, that’s why I want it! Come on, it will not kill her to be raped by her grandpa!
– But … I cannot stop you from raping her. The only thing I beg you … is … to let me … take … her virginity … “
My father looked at me for a few seconds with bulging eyes. I was afraid of his reaction, and he had to feel it. Then he started laughing: “Ah, son, you’re no better than me! I thought you let your nigger wife rule you, but you’re just starting to understand what to do with your cock … Come on, we’re going to celebrate!”
Half an hour later, he finally came back with his bottle of champagne and four flutes. I told him, defeated:
– You’ve put the time!
“It’s because … I’ve prepared the guest room for you to be at your ease when the time comes … Girls, come to me, Grandpa is offering you champagne!”

I wanted to kill him. Bantering, he kept on talking to them, but meanwhile he was looking at me: “Girls, you are women, taste this delicious champagne”.

More excited than ever, the girls drank their champagne almost dry, while Papa tasted it with a salacious look that oscillated between me and the girls, and that I scarcely touched the contents of my glass. When I got up, my erection hurt. Dad said, “Beatrice, your father has something to tell you, follow him.” “Berenice, come with me, I’ll show you a very fun game!” Troubled, I went with Beatrice to the famous guest room. When we both entered, I closed the door (while realizing the absurdity of this precaution, there is no lock). She was a little drunk, cheerful, relaxed. I took the opportunity to sit Beatrice on the bed and on my knees. I think she could feel my erection, but a as she was a little drunk she did not really care. I gave her a kiss on the forehead, and I started to talk to her: “Beatrice my dear, listen to me very carefully, I’ll talk to you like a woman.” She is very a very intelligent girl, she immediately understood that I had something very important to tell her. Again I kissed him on the right cheek. “You know, a long time ago, Mom and I fell in love with one another, and that’s how you and your sister came to the world.” I kissed her on the other cheek, and placed my hands on her shoulder. Of course, I did not withdraw them. “But there is a problem, some white people do not like blacks, they are stupid and evil, but that’s how it is.” I kissed her little nose, while stroking her neck. I felt Beatrice shuddering, but she didn’t said anything, I do not think she saw more than a gesture of paternal affection. “You see them every day at school, your grandmother was one of those people, I think your grandfather too.” Slowly, I slid the hand that was on her neck on one of her breasts, through her clothes, and I laid her on her hip. “Your grandfather can ruin us, he can fire us from our home” She looked at me, straight in the eye. “He is blackmailing me. If we do as he wants, he won’t take us whatever we have…
“What are you talking about, Dad?” I slid the hand that had remained on her shoulder, on her other breast, on her other hip, but I continued until the birth of her naked thigh. I answered her : “It’s very simple darling. He wants … (at that moment I put my hand on her hip around her belly, my hand resting on her thigh around her chest as a safety belt, I squeezed my daughter around me like in an affectionate gesture and I whispered in her ear:) “He wants us to make love, and make love with you”. At that moment I felt my daughter stiffen, as if she suddenly understood the trap she was into. She tried to free herself, of course without success, and I pressed her a little harder, taking advantage of one of my hands against one of her breasts. “Shhhh but it’s natural, you know, it happens to every girl one day, OK, not with their father for most of them, but you can imagine that I am, I don’t know, a boy that you like, or that supervisor whom you find cute.
“But Daddy,” she said, with tears in her eyes and sobs in her voice, “it is not possible, this is incest, and I’m too young!”
“I know all this, dear, but if I could do otherwise, I would do otherwise. If you prefer, I can leave you alone with your grandfather, but I’m afraid he’s not as nice as I am! “

I was a bit ashamed of the stratagem, because after all I had this idea that would allow me to take pleasure where it was not planned, but I was not lying either. Beatrice looked at me, she was lost, I pushed the advantage by lying on the bed, still dressed. “Yes, Mom has already explained to you, the first time it can hurt, but Daddy is going to be very nice to you.” Delicately, I untied, one after another, her sandals. I began to lick the soles of her feet with the tip of my tongue. I know her mother loves this, and apparently, it does not leave indifferent our daughter, whom I felt shivering despite the tears on her beautiful face. I continued by massaging her calves, and giving small kisses on her knees. Beatrice was almost calm, she continued to sob but less strong. When I came to her thighs, I eagerly licked them inside while stroking them outside. Her skin was so soft, so satiny, so amber! I could see by her eyes that Bea was lost, that she did not want this but that she did not see how to resist, that it was disgusting but that it began to tingle! I caressed her hair, played with them, and covered her face with kisses, before planting one on her fleshy lips! In spite of herself, I felt thar she closed her lips on my tongue when I pushed my tongue into her mouth. After this French kiss, the little one I gave her on the lips seemed almost chaste in comparison. Then my kisses continued, in her neck, on her bare shoulders, on her décolleté. I stroked her stomach after putting my hand under her t-shirt, and I quickly reached her left breast, which I flattened against her chest while I made it swing from the right to the left and from the left to the right. Through the fabric, I gave her other breast the same treatment. Her areolas hardened, no doubt in spite of herself, they now pointed through her t-shirt that my strokes had deformed, and that almost left naked her left bosom with such a light skin and a dark brown head. After kissing her, I thought she was ready for more. I told her to lift her buttocks, and I took off her shorts, uncovering her childish panties concealed by her whorish shorts. I kissed her little ass through the fabric, then decided to devote myself to … the essential! Always through the fabric, not to intimidate her too much, I began to kiss and lick her little vulva. Then I lowered the panties and continued this cunnilingus on her naked pussy, dotted with an already particularly fuzzy cunthair, exquisite pink lips and clit like a rose bud that my saliva and maybe even a bit of cyprin began to lubricate. The smell and taste of my daughter was exquisite. Bea sprung between two sobs, something that resembled a sigh of contentment. At the very same moment, Berenice, entered the room without a warn, she was handcuffed, and she shouted: “Dad, look at the magic trick that Grandpa taught me to do with handcuffs! “.

Of course, she was astonished to see her twin half naked while I licked her pussy ! She stayed quiet for a few fractions of a second, then turned to the door, tried to leave the guest room, but my father had already arrived to block the road. “Do not run away, my dear, interesting things are just beginning!” It was over with the good grandfather, I already knew what was the fate of Berenice. So I started to kiss Beatrice’s pussy again. The poor girl was totally bewidered, while Berenice, handcuffed meanwhile her father was raping her sister and her grandfather was holding her firmly, was understanding that this story of magic was just a snare, a pretext for handcuffing her. To prevent Beatrice from panicking, considering the delicate situation, I decided to accelerate the maneuver, and to remove my pants , revealing to the sight of the three people present my erect cock. Anyways, I could not have lubricated Beatrice anymore. My father threw a look of desire on this obscene scene, while Beatrice curled up slightly, and Bere tried to attack me in a desperate attempt to prevent me from taking her sister. Fortunately my father was there to stop her, I think that she could have killed me! Grabbing my lips from the sex of Beatrice with regret, I positioned my cock at the entrance of Beatrice’s one. I made the pleasure last a long time by masturbating between her lips, then I penetrated her. Her virginal blood flowed between her thighs, then stained the sheets. She grimaced and wept. That was it, I was for the first time adulterous, incestuous, and a rapist. And I loved it! Berenice was howling like a hysterical, in front the show Beatrice and I were giving her, and also because her grandfather had already torn her t-shirt, stripping her small breasts and mauling them without mercy. “Let me have my way, you filthy nigger, your father decided that for you, he’s your master, then obey!”. I closed Beatrice’s eyes with my hands and told her : “You don’t need to see that,” and gave a long kiss on her lips, while caressing her breasts, any girl likes it. Once I thought she had gone through the pain of the rupture of her hymen, I began my movement back and forth. It was delicious, I had never made love to a girl so tight, she was my first virgin in addition! My father had hung Bere by her wrists at the door handle with her handcuffs, he had forced her to kneel, lowered her shorts, his own trouser, and I could see by the quick movement of her buttocks that he pounded her doggy style, without any precaution in spite of her virginity, while striking her breasts in rhythm. I would have preferred that Bea did not see that … I could see by her look that she was anxious that it would end. It fell well, I was eager to enjoy. I felt the sperm rise in my cock, and finally I ejaculated in a loud cry. I imagined my thick, slimy streaks of sperm inside my little girl’s vagina. Fortunately, Dad, who is a pharmacist, has stolen from his pharmacy all the necessary contraception! At one moment, among Berenice’s heartrending tears, I heard my father utter a cry similar to mine. I realized that Dad had just emptied his balls into Berenice’s intimacy. Suddenly nauseated, I got up, I put on my pants, and, lowering my gaze, I muttered to the girls to obey their Grandpa. I ran to the car, tears in my eyes, and I started the car like an automaton. My God, my two little darlings, what horror I have just done? !

*

For a month, I almost had no news of the girls. I didn’t dared to call my father. However, he had the delicacy of sending me a mp4. He had filmed the rape I had given to Beatrice, with a hidden camera, and, I was sure, he would use it to reinforce his blackmail on me and my couple. Yet, I could not help but wank myself by remembering this moment! At the end of the mp4, there was a small bonus. Bea and Bere were alone, facing the camera. Naked. They stared at the camera. In spite of everything, I read fear in Beatrice’s eyes, and hatred in Berenice’s one. Very quickly, their gaze slightly deviated, and I understood, despite the absence of sound, that they looked at my father who gave them orders. The old bastard was careful not to appear on the screen! The two girls, still sitting on the bed, hugged each other, face to face. Their breasts touched. Then they began to kiss, on the mouth. Small pecks at the start, but I imagine that Dad said something to them since very soon they put the tongue. I could see their two pink tongues touching each other, their lips looking for each other, the filaments of saliva between their two mouths… They stared at the camera, probably their first porn, at least as actresses ! They ended up going to bed. Bérénice began caressing her sister’s breasts, then sucking them, running her tongue on the small nipples, small areolas, while spreading her legs and masturbating … Even if I knew that they did not want this, that it was just one of the many episodes of the forced sexual nurturing that my dad imposed on my daughters, I was hard, and began to masturbate while looking at them. Beatrice, while looking at the camera, caressed the hair of her sister who sucked her breasts. But Berenice did not stop there. After a brief hateful look at the director, she began licking and kissing Beatrice’s belly, then kissing the fuzzy hair of her twin’s mound ! With her fingers, she spread the lips of her delicious sis, showing the camera her genitalia in all its splendor, and she attacked the vulva with her mouth! In close-up, you could see the tears of rage and humiliation running down her cheeks. With hesitation, she began to lick, with the tip of the tongue, the clitoris of Bea. The little brown pink sex was getting wetter, I think Beatrice could not help but wet a little. Berenice, henceforth, was licking her sister’s cunt with all her tongue, no doubt she was following the instructions given by my father, and even dashed a finger into her slit. Meanwhile, the camera was also filming the hand of the cameraman groping Berenice’s ass and stroking her little puck … This same hand made a sign to Berenice, who fell on all fours on the bed, legs well apart, pussy and anus displaying. Meanwhile, Beatrice listened anxiously to the instructions. She raised her hands and shoulders, as a sign of refusal and helplessness, but soon she lowered her head, defeated. She began to stroke her sister’s buttocks, then to put her fingers in the line. Looking imploring, she looked at the camera one last time, but her grandfather had to be inflexible. Trembling, she approached her mouth from Berenice’s anus, made a timid kiss, then began licking her sister’s anus. Lucky Berenice ! When I think Thérèse always refused licking my puck, and that, at 18, she is to enjoy this ! I could not stand it any more ! I accelerated my handjob, and I ejaculated while Beatrice, whithout stopping this anus licking, sticked her fingers in Béré’s pussy. Then the girls laid side by side, on their backs, their legs apart. I thought that Dad would fuck them, but this episode was not filmed, or at least not on the file he sent me. But after I came the excitement had subsided, I was disgusted with myself, and I would not have had the guts to watch it.

*
The day we had agreed upon, I went back to my father’s house to get my daughters. The atmosphere was heavy. When I arrived they were half naked, I asked them to dress quickly. I did not dare to look at them in the face, nor at my father, especially when he told them “See you soon my darlings!”, with his usual tone of a good grandfather. In the car, the faces of the girls, full of hatred for Berenice, and of fear for Bea, reminded me of the one they had on their lesbian porn. We did not exchange a word on the whole trip.

What I had not told them was that their mother had extended her stay in Martinique. I did not tell Daddy either, because I knew he would keep them at home, for himself. At the same time, I wanted to protect them from his assaults, and to keep them a little for me. When we arrived, Berenice went straight into her room, without saying anything. Bea asked me “Why?”. Then I explained to her all the details, the blackmail her grandpa was doing to my couple, the way he had insisted on sleeping with them and how I had come to rape her to protect her. She had had a hard time understanding how raping her could help, and I reminded her that her grandfather’s deprivation of Berenice’s virginity had been much more painful than hers and that I wanted to prevent her from such a suffering. She also explained to me that my father told them that it was all my idea, I denied it, but I do not know if she really believed me. Anyway, was that making a difference? In my turn, I asked her if she had not suffered too much. She told me it was horrible, that Dad had done everything to them. That they had to swallow his cum after blowjobs, that they had to be fucked in the ass, to make love to each other, that he had tied them, insulted them, whipped, and that he even talked about making them do things with his dog. Once he had tied them up on the bed, blindfolded them, and she thinks that it was another man who had come to make love to them. I asked her more questions about her first sodomy, she told me that it had been very painful, that she had felt torn, and that it had been the same every time Grandpa had fucked her. I explained her that assfucking can be very nice, if well done, but that she suffered because her Grandpa is a little sadistic. The anxiety in her eyes redoubled, when I told her: “Dad wants it to be a pleasant moment for you, let’s go.” I took her hand, took her to the room I shared with Therese, and asked her to undress. The poor girl was already crying, but she was used to being rape, and no longer thought of disobeying. When she was naked, I kissed her, and I started to stroke her breasts, I always made a fixation on women’s breasts! She shuddered, poor girl ! Then I told her to climb on all fours on the bed, according to what I had seen from lesbian porn she and her sister knew this position well, and I attacked her puck, with my fingers first, caressing it, pretending to finger it, tickling it around. Then I started to lick the little anus, I felt Beatrice contracting under my licks, it was delicious! Then I undressed, completely, for the first time I was naked in front of my little Bea. I asked her to suck my cock, I told her that her saliva would make a little natural lubricant. She grabbed my cock with her mouth, and started sucking, like a real pro. The tongue, the cheeks, the lips, she used as a whore. I wondered how often my father had ade her swallow his cock in order to achieve such a result. I had to hold back so I could not come. I would have liked filling her mouth, but her ass needed a hard cock. I pulled out of the vaseline of my night table, I ordered to lubricate my cock, and I put a considerable amount inside her little ass. With one finger, then two, I lubricated the insides of her rectum. When I felt her puck sufficiently relaxed, I positioned my penis at the entrance, and I pushed. She was afraid, she stretched out, I told her to relax, I put my hand in her hair, on her breasts, but she continued to struggle, to scream. When, with great difficulty, I managed to sink deep inside her, I began to masturbate her, I enjoyed her clit with two of my fingers, to make him get out of its hiding place, pinching it gently, then I played with her lips, I triturated them, to make her squeal, and of course I fingered her. I could feel my cock with my finger through her walls, and it was true that I had to tear her apart. Finally, nothing more than what a woman worthy of the name should be ready to take! With my finger I started to move back and forth inside her cunt, as if it was a small cock, and I think she started to love it, she relaxed a bit and my cock started to go and come carefully into his bowels. I told her little words of love, my beautiful girl, my pretty Beatrice, to change her from her grandfather who ony watered them with racist insults. In any case, even her little pussy was not so tight. I was giviing her long but powerful blows of cock. In the mirror, her eyes silently pleaded for my mercy, but sometimes I had the impression that she wanted me to continue, that pain and pleasure mingled in her. After a month of only handjobs, it was too good, I did not delay to enjoy and I sent my incestuous sperm deep inside her bowels. When I got out of her, I kept caressing her, and I said, “You see it was good,” and she said, “Yes Daddy”, I don’t know whether she was lying or not.

This way, trying to be a little sweet, I got to make love, regularly, with Beatrice. I did her all that his grandfather did, but with love. I think she ended up having a little fun. On the other hand, it was impossible to communicate with Berenice. She continued to look at me with the same fierce hatred. I thought “so much the worse for her”, I had never tasted her charms, and it was inconceivable that only my father would benefit from them. One evening, therefore, I entered, naked, erect, in the twins’room, and I went to Berenice’s bed. I ripped off her blanket, she woke up and began to struggle, shouting. Awakened also, Beatrice lit the light. I gave Berenice a masterful slap : “Well, you are not going to act like a frightened virgin, I do not want anything more than your grandfather.” I was much stronger than her, very quickly I took off her pajamas and pants, and I put my dick inside her dry, hot as hell pussy, and I started filing her. She was trying to kick me, punch me, under the bewildered gaze of Beatrice who had never seen me in such a trance. On the one hand it was very nice to kiss a girl who did not want it, it gave spice to the situation, but it was also tiring. I punched each of her breasts, the pain was so strong that she was forced to stop. “That will teach you, little bitch, it would surprise me that you behave like that with grandfather!” She was breathless, which did not prevent me from continuing to sweep her hot little pussy, until, feeling my enjoyment close, I retired and came in her face, to be sure that her humiliation was complete. I told her “go and take a bath, you bitch”, and she headed, naked, superb, defeated, towards the bathroom. I said to Beatrice “Go back to sleep, you are my favorite daughter, as long as you will be nice to me I would never do that to you”.

*

And finally, Therese returned from Martinique. The timing, my father had just called me, he wanted to “see her”, and demanded that she brought the girls with her. Otherwise, he would give the police the film about Beatrice’s rape … You’re so predictable, Papa!

I was obliged to tell Thérèse the events of the past weeks, almost as I have comme from telling you, but omitting certain details. Oddly, Therese was angry, but not surprised. Knowing my father, she knew very well that he could not be held indefinitely far from our daughters, but she would have liked me to trust her enough to talk to her about it. She would also have liked to be able to prepare the girls, at least psychologically, explain the situation to them, show them porn movies so that they knew what was going to happen to them, that it was normal, perhaps offer them a dildo. Finally, she had to accept the situation. She told me she’d go talk to the girls.

On Saturday morning, when Therese called our daughters, and told them “Bea! Bere! Hurry up, we ned to go to grandpa’s house, all three of us today!” I saw in their eyes the same flash distress and hatred …

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Single White Female – 14. Newark, DE Bi-curious. Looking for an understanding lesbian or bi-woman to help me explore the world of female sexuality.

For perhaps the sixth time that day, Amber reread the bulletin board classified on her computer screen. As she had the previous five times, she slowly shook her head. What had ever possessed her to write such an ad? Silently, she read it again.
“Single White Female – 14. Newark, DE Bi-curious. Looking for an understanding lesbian or bi-woman to help me explore the world of female sexuality. Not looking for a relationship as of yet, just a little fun.”
When she had posted that add on a girl chat room/meeting site last week, she really didn’t expect to get any serious answers. In fact, most if the hundred or so answers had been from men. The latest one, still in her in box, was typical of the lot.
“Yo sexy girl. You don’t need all that dyke crap. If you need a little entertainment, I’ve got 10″ of pure delight.”
But none of the crude responses bothered her as much as the response she had received yesterday morning. With a trembling hand, Amber punched it up again and began to slowly take in the words once more.
“Dearest Amber,
I saw your ad, and while I normally don’t respond to such things, something told me I should take a chance and answer yours. My name is Donna and I’m a 15 year old bi-sexual. If you would like to get together and talk, perhaps have lunch, please give me a call. If anything develops, fine. If not, well then that’s also fine. If nothing else, it may just give you the chance to get a few things off your chest. Maybe more things than you think. My number is 555-1782. I make no secret of my sexuality, so you don’t have to worry about calling my house.

I hope to hear from you.
Donna”
Taking a deep breath, the bathrobe clad teen reached over and switched off the computer. Walking back to the bed, Amber reviewed the events that had led her to this night. However, before she could compile her thoughts she had a strange thought in the back of her mind that she had heard that name before… Donna…But where? What ever, probably nothing. The thought hastily dissipated from her mind. Her loose fitting robe swayed left and right as she sauntered to her bed, periodically exposing her untainted, hidden fruits. The silk from the pink robe rubbed against her own pink, adolescent ass, sending an erotic shiver up her spine as her sat on her bed. So tired from the day’s events she didn’t even remove her robe to sleep as she covered herself with her blankets. Shutting her eyes spawned thoughts to her about what tomorrow might bring with the reply on her ad. Anticipation and fear lead her all through her slumber that night.
An orange and crimson radiance engulfed Amber’s room with forgiving colors of the morning. Gently arising from her controversial thoughts in her sleep, she came back to reality. Climbing tenderly out of bed, Amber strolled to her dresser to retrieve some attire. The silk robes fell rapidly to the floor in a smooth action as it raced and caressed her young body. This revealed her so innocent demeanor. She stared at herself in her mirror. Her lovely average sized breasts were perfectly accented with a duo of cherry highlighted nipples. Her voluptuous hips unified with her faultlessly curved butt. A small, sexy bellybutton was surrounded by her silky, peach tummy. Brown hair, at shoulders length partially concealed Amber’s consuming emerald eyes. One could get lost in the serene of her captivating eyes. She admired her flawless teenage figure for a minute, and then commenced getting dressed. An olive green thong with a short red mini skirt and a white, sleeveless shirt with an orange fish emblazoned upon it now covered her body. Amber didn’t bother putting on a bra, as she is accustom to now and again. As she glanced at the reflection of herself, now unexposed, she sprayed an invigorating scent of lavender onto the chest area of her shirt. Now complete, she made her way down to the kitchen for breakfast.
Two little boys, her brothers were previously eating as she got her cereal and eating materials. She sat down next to one of them, and hurriedly began to eat, to avoid her brothers’ constant annoying behavior. Sure enough, her two counterparts began their bothersome activities. Amber scrambled to finish eating and cleaned up so she could evade this hell.
Leaving the anarchy in the wake of her she stepped outside. Crossing the street, Amber rang a familiar doorbell. A teenage African American young man answered the door.
“Hi Jamal,” Amber said in a seductively affectionate voice. “I was bored, are you doing anything?”
“Nothing I couldn’t stop for you Amber,” Jamal replied. With that, Amber entered Jamal’s residence and asked if they could play some video games. Certainly, Jamal agreed in his partial affection for the lovely teenage girl. Before they reach their destination of Jamal’s room, Amber asked him if they could invite Edward over to participate in the game with them. Jamal hesitantly approved and went to the phone to call him.
“Hello,” a masculine voice reverberated.
“Which you been do’in,” Jamal queried.
“Chill’in and kill’in,” I replied
“You want to come over? Amber is over here,” Jamal said in a strange way. Nevertheless, I got what he meant.
“Ur parents home,” I asked, whispering.
“Nope,” Jamal again used the strange voice he had previously exploited.
“HEEELLYAH, I’ll be over in a few minutes,” with that both Jamal and myself hung up.
I hastily got ready. But appearing before Amber, to me contrasting from my equivalent Jamal, is a big thing. So I lavishly got dressed in my black silk laced shirt and black cotton jeans. Coal leather shoes were emphasized by my midnight leather jacket. With my hair combed back and Polo after shave on, I was feeling smooth enough to be in Amber’s presence now.
As I got to Jamal’s house I was greeted at the door by Jamal himself whom apparently saw me coming. I entered and Jamal shut, and locked the door. We mutually walked to the den were Amber had been waiting for us.
“Hi Eddie,” Amber greeted me. Normally, I loathe being called Eddie but anything coming from Amber’s succulent lips was excellent.
“What game do you want to play,” Jamal asked. In the back of his mind he knew what “game” he really wanted to play with her, I as well.
“Ah… I think…oh wait, I have to do something first,” Amber said recalling her date with Donna.
“What do you have to do,” I asked, hoping it was something pornographic.
“I have this…this thing with this girl, Donna.
“Donna? Donna Williams, the one who was in our class,” I asked, I could see the Jamal had that same question and was going to ask it if I hadn’t.
That’s were I know that name, Amber deliberated in her head. Amber remembered Donna how she had been way back in elementary school. She had been one of her best friends then. Amber had never thought of Donna in a sexual way then. But back then they were kids. Amber thought to herself, and found herself wondering what Donna looked like now. Back in the day, Donna was a very cute girl. Amber could faintly recall the smell of summer flowers, the perfume Donna always wore. Amber thought that she might be attracted to Donna now. Amber slightly bit her lower lip and thought back. Donna with her adorable, silky-smooth brown hair. Her infinitely long, thin legs. Her small curved tits. Amber found herself getting aroused. Meanwhile, Jamal and I are still stationed in front of her staring at each other and Amber, in turn, as the awkward silence continued. Amber’s thoughts trailed off. I wonder if she still remembers me, Amber considered.
“Hello…hello Amber, you dead,” Jamal said as he made various motions. Amber popped out of her erotic trance.
“Do you mind if I invite Donna over,” Amber asked in an enticing voice as she tilted her head slightly and bit down on her lower lip once more. Her voice was one neither Jamal nor me had ever heard. It was so aphrodisiac our minds faded and we had to obey to her every request. We stood their like soulless zombies as we didn’t know what was unveiling before us. Amber toddled to the phone and dialed the number she had been given in the letter. We were at a distance at which we could hear Amber and anyone on the phone. The phone rang perpetuity. An enchanting female voice finally answered the phone:
“Hello”
“Is this Donna,” Amber asked trying to be as seductive as possible.
“Yes, this is Donna. Who are you?
“This is Amber; you answered my ad on the internet a few days ago.” Donna’s voice changed as soon as she heard Amber’s sentence.
“Well hello, Amber,” Donna said. It must have been in her sexiest voice because I have heard Donna speak in an erotic tone before, but it didn’t even compare to the heavenly sexy voice that was being uttered though the phone.
“I called to see if you wanted to met me”
“I would sooo love to meet you. Where would you like to meet?”
“How about at my place,” for a second we could barely hear her so must have whispered when she said: “My parents aren’t home.” With that Jamal and I almost departed this life. We knew what she was getting at, hell anyone would get it. We were in the presence of a lesbian. I never thought Amber to be a lesbian, although I had some fantasies about it. Let along Donna being one too. We heard Amber giving her address to Donna, but Jamal quickly realized it wasn’t her address but his own! Donna and Amber were going to be HERE in this house doing God knows what. Then it hit both of us, what about us. Were we going to take part in their “play” as well? Was Amber not a lesbian, but bi- sexual? That would be even better than being a lesbian. It’s hard to imagine anything being better than a lesbian, but this was way better. We were still motionless there just flabbergasted at the thoughts we were pondering over Amber’s little conversation. Amber hung the phone and feelings flooded her head. I still don’t think she knows who I am. Amber thought to herself, I will remind her when she gets here. She finished her thoughts as she rejoined us.
“She is on her way over, what do you want to do to pass the time until she gets here?,” Amber asked suggestively. Jamal and I had some thoughts about what we could do, but we kept them to ourselves until we were certain what she had in mind. Amber ambled toward us, frivolously shuddering her hips. She came within inches of me, paused for a second, as to examine my physics. Amber leaned in; her mouth came inches from my ear as she spoke:
“You wanna have some fun?,” Amber asked faintly nibbling at my right earlobe. I was hers; from there on, I would do all that she commanded of me.
“What kind of fun did you have in mind,” I mumbled. Jamal slipped out of the room and unlocked the front door. I guess he knew what was going to happen, so he unlocked the door so Donna could let herself in on the “fun.” As he reentered the den Jamal was greeted by the tantalizing sight of Amber’s rear. Amber was stripping for me as I lay on the leather couch! Jamal promptly wanted in on the entertainment so he sat adjacent to me on the couch. Amber undisturbed, persisted to present us with a lap dance. Amber’s tender hands crossed as they slithered gradually down to lift off her shirt. The small white shirt struck the ground, symbolizing Amber’s bare upper body. Amber’s teenage breasts appeared sizable protruding out of her petite body. As she got down on her knees she began to undo my belt. She slid it off slowly, to let the moment linger. She unbuttoned my pants and slips them down to my ankles. My boxers soon followed thereafter. Amber gently grasped my blood engulfed cock.
“I see someone’s happy to see me,” Amber spoke. I snickered lightly. I glanced over at Jamal, and was shocked at what I discerned. Jamal was no longer next to me like he had been, it was Donna, though see wasn’t sitting. Her arms were planted of the edge of the couch cushion, while her knees were on the carpet. Posterior to her was Jamal stand erect fucking her doggy style. It was just now that Donna’s moans were audible. I must have been so attentive toward Amber that I didn’t hear Donna enter. I wasn’t watching Donna long before I felt Amber’s mouth on my crouch. She had commenced performing an act of fellatio upon me. She bobbed her head up and down while twisting her tongue around the tip of my throbbing penis. It felt like she had done this before! Each time she went downward she took more and more of my meat in her mouth, until she was deep throating my entire 10” dick! With the gratification of Amber’s mouth and Donna’s now stentorian screams of unrivaled pleasure it wasn’t long before I exploded. Within minutes I climaxed and shot a generous load of cum in the bow of Amber’s mouth. YYYEEEEEEEESSSS! She rapidly gulped it down as though it was a delicacy. Amber released my penis from her delightful mouth. Donna had a body shaking orgasm shortly after me, as did Jamal as he let out a manly groan. EEEERRRRRRR!
A short pause was followed by heavy panting. Things appeared to do themselves, as Amber and Donna both got up and began to make-out. You could see tongues being intertwined and saliva exchanged, it was quite a sight to be seen. Donna began to remove Amber’s red mini skirt. A green thong was presentable as the skirt struck the floor. Amber positioned her hands around Donna’s slender body and gripped Donna’s adolescent ass. A green thong circling Amber’s feet meant she was now naked. The girls broke their feminine embrace as they moved toward me and the couch. I moved out of their way because I didn’t want to rupture their all girl action. Donna laid down on the sofa. Amber slowly crawling toward the edge of the couch. Amber growled and climbed up the side until she was poised like a cat on the far corner.
“Is the lioness hungry?” Donna asked.
Amber growled deep and sexy. Donna brought her knees up and spread her legs apart. Then she reached down with her finger tips and opened herself. She could see drops of moisture on her short fur, the inside of her hole glistened. “Here’s your dinner, pussycat, hot and pink, just like you like it.” Amber crawled forward until she was directly over Donna’s crotch. Donna’s scent filled Amber’s nostrils. Amber was so turned on, her body shook, her eyes blurred. She bent down and kissed Donna’s pussy with the same passion she had kissed her mouth. Then Amber lowered herself onto the sofa, the cool leather felt wonderful on Amber’s naked body, sweaty from all the excitement. As Donna wrapped her long legs around Amber’s head, Amber buried her face in Donna’s sex, devouring it like a hungry animal; licking, sucking and drinking in all the love juice that flowed out of her. As Amber’s tongue probed Donna’s pussy, her moans increased until she climaxed with a shudder, gritting her teeth and jerking her head up and back.
“Come here, sweet baby,” Donna said, holding her arms open. Amber crawled up her body licking and kissing as much of her along the way as she could. When their lips were inches apart, Donna wrapped her arms around Amber’s neck and they kissed, trying to eat each other with their hot mouths. Amber’s lips and cheeks were covered with Donna’s cum and she seemed to relish licking it all off. Meanwhile, Jamal and I had found suitable seats to watch the show. As the lesbian bonanza began I started to stroke my cock in pleasurement of the sight. I assumed Jamal was doing the same during thus event I wouldn’t know because I went into a blissful haze.

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how to mix and match old with new

I had only been watching the video at my ex girlfriends because I couldn’t get any peace at home, when all hell seemed to break out at once.

Christine had invited her friend for a sleep over knowing full well that I had the hots for her, just one look at her firm 40inch chest could reduce me to a wreck. Christine breasts were a nice size considering her slim frame about 36c if I recall set off with a delicate candy pink nipple that was to die for.

I had an idea that Christine was trying her best to match me up with her mate Sharon and I did not plan on this. Whilst watching the video the two girls were doing there best to distract my attention knowing full well I was engrossed in the naked women on the video, it did not take them long to start saying my tits are bigger then there’s and I thought to my self “maybe I can have some fun here as well”.

Well girls if that’s the case why not show me what you have got? I said knowing that they would run a mile at least and I could continue watch the video. After much muttering the girls turned to face each other and started giggling and whispering and then they vanished upstairs, peace at last I thought.

After about twenty minutes all I could hear was giggling galore upstairs coming from Christine’s bedroom, a place that I had enjoyed many a fingering and fucking session
With Christine when her parents had been out and on some occasions when they were in to.

I slowly sneaked upstairs making sure I avoided the squeaky stair that had acted has many a warning for Christine and me. Just before I reached Christine’s door that was conveniently ajar by about a couple of inches I spied what must have been every fellows fantasy 2 girls pressed together tit to tit and lips to lips. Both girls had removed there tops and were embraced bra to bra, Sharon had let her arms slip behind Christine’s back and was slowly removing all restraint to gain access to Christine 36c chest, by now my cock was reaching maximum restraint in my jeans I was forced to remove it and continue to spy on both girls (did they know I was there or did they not care) Sharon lips slowly lower to Christine’s now hardening nipples.
This seemed to continue for ages moans of pleasure escaping from Christine’s lips then Sharon moved her hands downward towards Christine’s skirt slowly working up towards her silken knickers that I knew her to wear on many of our own rumblings.
Her legs slowly parting to allow easy access, Sharon’s fingers working passed the gusset and into the blonde down that covered her pink wet pussy lips. My hand now tightening on my own shaft pulling up and down.
Sharon rubbing and probing Christine’s wet and now willing pussy. Christine pushing herself deeper onto Sharon’s fingers moaning and crying at the same time juices now running onto Sharon’s fingers, she then takes out the fingers and slowly slides them into her mouth to savour the taste Christine sticky cum.

Christine now decides that the time is right to undo and remove Sharon’s white lacy bra that seems to be straining under the pressure of her very impressive 40 breast and unleash them to my prying eyes, oh my god what a sight to behold and only a door between us. I looked on in amazement thinking to my self that they must be a least DD and on someone so young not even seventeen yet. Christine hands now engulfed with Sharon’s breast one in each hand, my own hands busily rubbing my engorged cock to maximum length and girth dying to feel a soft pair of lips sucking it for all its worth.
Christine lapping away at Sharon’s rigid and enormous nipples whilst Sharon kicks off her shoes and drops her skirt to reveal a plain white thong pressing hard up against her pubic mound. Sharon’s own fingers rubbing herself between her legs and slowly pushing the material to one side and showing a bald pussy in all its glory. Christine now taking the time to remove all remaining clothing skirt and them silken knickers standing proudly in front of Sharon who also takes off the last remaining piece of clothing that leaves then both naked and without a care in the world lips and pussies rubbing together. Sharon sinking to her knees and pressing her lips to Christine’s wet and willing pussy lapping away without a care, by now my cock throbbing for release should I barge in or watch some more, they seem to have forgot about me. Or is this a rouse to turn me on, do they know I am watching I don’t know?

Returning to the door I can now see that Christine has spread her legs so that Sharon can look into her deep pink pussy lips playfully rubbing the outer and inner lips whilst slipping in one and then two fingers into her squishy wet pussy, Christine slowly taken by the orgasm flowing down her wet vagina. Sharon lowering herself down to lap up all the juices now gushing down her legs. Sharon wishing she could fuck Christine like a man but knowing she would have to make do with her fingers then Christine pipes up that in her drawers Sharon might find something more suitable.

Sharon then walks over to the drawers and starts rummaging inside and then pulls out a present that I had forgot I bought Christine a rampant rabbit the ideal gift for a dirty bitch like Christine. Sharon then slides the tip into her mouth and then slips it into Christine’s willing and waiting pussy, Christine panting and getting more exited by the minute Sharon forcing the rabbit deeper and deeper into Christine’s pussy.
Sharon then positioned herself over Christine and pushing her own cunt into Christine’s waiting and willing mouth. Christine then started lapping at Sharon’s clean-shaven pussy dipping her tongue round and round Sharon puffy cunt lips and clitoris.

My god was my cock now throbbing what to do wank off to a climax now or burst into the room and fuck the pair of wanton bitches or what?

PART THREE:
Whilst continue to watch my urge to fuck was growing stronger and stronger should I walk in and just look shocked and then hope they would let me join in or what?

I looked round the door and was gob smacked both girls were still in the 69 position and lapping up all the juices flowing out of each others wet cunt lips, the light and rythmatic buzz still coming from within Christine pussy. Sharon now gentle rubbing Christine puckering anus and rubbing cunt juices into the arsehole that was now willingly accepting Sharon’s finger in a up and downward motion. Then to my utter amazement I heard Christine say “ are you going to stay out there wanking or come in and give us a good fucking”?

Not needing to be invited twice I sheepishly entered Christine’s bedroom my engorged cock poking out of my pants, tentivly I approached the bed and positioned myself close to Christine waiting for her to say or do something.

I did not have to wait long when she opened her mouth and started sliding her warm and willing tongue up and down my 8inch shaft, Sharon still sliding her finger into Christine’s arse and the vibrator in and out of her cunt. Christine’s breathing getting rapider has another orgasm approached, her mouth now working up and down my
Shaft, my cock now eager to flood her mouth with pent up come from my earlier exploits.

Sharon now watching how her handy work was bring Christine to a shuddering orgasm the vibrator now on fever pitch and my cock now taking on a will of its own and slowly fucking Christine’s mouth the wetness of her mouth acting as a perfect lubricant as I went faster and faster my own orgasm getting nearer and nearer then I just seemed to explode within her mouth and Christine gasped and then swallow all I had to give except to small amount running slowly down her lips and onto her swelling breast. Sharon then releasing control of the vibrator and removing her finger to lap up the come on Christine’s breast and chin. Not being sure what the situation with Sharon was I sunk back onto the bed and admired the view in front of me.

Christine then urging Sharon to help herself to what was available and me waiting for her to take what ever she desired, desperate to get my hands on her shaven pussy and drink down all I could. Christine then decided that she wanted more then just a gob full of come and instructed Sharon to lie down on the bed and Christine then positioned herself on top of Sharon in a 69 position and started rubbing Sharon’s shaven pussy with the vibrator and rubbing her clit with her finger and tongue whilst Sharon returned the pleasure at the ever end, watching Sharon’s tongue flicking across christens clit and the now deep pink flaps of her pussy slowly getting my cock to a upright and horny state,s.knowing that she wanted a good fucking I present my cock to the opening and slowly sliding into christens now excited pussy and feeling my balls
Bashing onto Sharon’s forehead as I slowly increase the tempo and Sharon flicking her tongue onto christens clit and on the pulling out stroke licking my ball sac now covered in christens pusssy juice. Sharon’s tongue now running up and down my shaft with each thrust in and out like a piston getting faster and faster, I then chanced withdrawing fully to see if Sharon would take the bait and take my cock within her own mouth the vibrator within Sharon’s pussy must have had the desired effect because no sooner did I come out of Christine wet pussy than Sharon quickly took the head of my cock within her mouth and started flicking her tongue across my pee hole and around the helmet, whilst this was going on I wet my finger with pussy juices from Christine and slowly rubbed her puckered arsehole, now doing what I wanted to do to her many months ago. My finger slowly sinking into her arsehole as the tension gave way moving in and out, Sharon now taking all my 8 inches to the back of her throat and me slowly fucking her mouth whilst finger fucking christens now loosening arsehole. On the withdrawal of my cock from Sharon’s mouth I then edged the head of my cock towards the space now vacated by my finger and nudged the head slowly into her arse inch by inch

I
Part four

I placed my hard cock just touching Christine ass hole. Spreading her ass cheeks and pulled them apart. With my cock touching christens ass hole, I said. You like it up the ass don’t ya Christine? Christine shook her head and protested NO!!!! You telling me you never had it up the ass? I asked. Again Christine shook her head. You’ve had it up the ass before haven’t you!! . Christine knew the answer was yes, and she shook her head. And you love having big hard cocks in your asshole don’t you. Christine again knew to shake her head yes. And you want my cock in your ass right now don’t you? Again Christine nodded her head.

Say it. I want your cock in my asshole. I began to push my cock into her ass before I even said to Christine that this might hurt a bit she winced in pain as her ass was being invaded.

Christine asked if I was actually enjoying fucking her in the ass. Her questions seemed to be answered as I violently and enthusiastically slammed my fat cock in and out of her ass enjoying the sounds of my balls slapping against her puffy lips still being licked and tongued by Sharon.

Sharon by now already on her second orgasm grabbed the back of Christine’s head, and pulled her head into her crotch. Sharon again stuck her tongue deep into Christine’s hole and then let out a mawkish squeal and tightened up her thighs as an orgasm ripped through her and came gushing down through her love hole into Sharon’s probing mouth.

I was finally blowing my load into her strained and stretched asshole. Sharon just lay beneath her, her cunt.sopping wet and now in need of a good fucking, Fuck me Sharon said and I don’t mind if you fuck my arse either. Christine pulled herself up slight and you could see my stained cock coming out of Christine’s fucked arsehole followed by my cum escaping down her arse and onto her wet pussy away from Sharon’s face. I watched as Sharon then flicked her tongue and scooped up all the mixed juices together into her mouth.

Christine then got off Sharon and plopped herself down whilst Sharon in a kneeling position really started working on my cock in and out of her mouth trying to help me raise to the occasion again. .After what seemed like ages my cock with the aid of Sharon’s magical tongue and her hand slowly wanking me to hardness, my body slumped onto the bed and I dragged Sharon to a position over my face so that I could get a closer look at her bald wet pussy eager to flick my tongue around in inside her wet pussy forcing her lower and into a 69 position I then had all her charms at eye level and started licking and sucking like my life depended on it . Teasing her clitoris seemed to have the most desired effect when she started to grind her pussy into my mouth my hands reaching to tweak at her hardened nipples then return upwards and placing my hands firmly on her arse and spreading her arse cheeks to inspect and check her arsehole first rubbing it with my finger then flicking across with my tongue along the rim.

Sharon pushed me down and straddled on top of me, moaning loudly as she forced my cock inside her again. With my dick inside her, she rocked herself back and forth on top of me violently. Her gorgeous tits bounced up and down as she impaled herself on my long prick. Christine continued to finger herself watching Sharon ride my dick for all it was worth, her pussy squeezing my dick harder with every orgasm. I could not believe that Christine was getting herself off at the sight of Sharon fucking the shit out of me, but Christine was thrilled to see her best mates experiencing some of the first orgasms together. Sharon continued to get off on my dick, bouncing up and down on my cock, her long blond hair flying everywhere, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to take much more of this but Sharon was really bouncing on my cock now and her big heavy tits were bouncing in every which way with no apparent rhythm. I reached up and grabbed her tits pulled her nipples hard, making her cry out in pain and maybe a strong thrust up into her cunt as I shot load after load into her wanting pussy.

Part five

My cock was covered in a thick layer of gooey white sperm. Come over here and lick it up. I said with a glimmer in my eyes. Sharon and Christine shot up and then they lowered their faces to my crotch, just above the gooey mass. Sharon pulled her hair back so she could see . Sharon’s tongue reached out and touched the mass of cunt and ass sperm and licked it up into her mouth. Sharon seemed to wretch and grabbed for her stomach, but she then regained her composure, opened her mouth and gobbled up almost the whole portion. Swallowing hard as she choked down that sperm as if it were warm jell. Sharon’s face was a mess with cum splattered all over After I succumbed to Christine’s forceful mouth. She brought me to the edge, and then began jacking me off, allowing me to explode onto both of their faces. Before cleaning themselves off, they shared a long deep kiss and agreed how good I tasted. …… and said we must do this again ….SOON

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