Author: admin

This is the third part to the

Chapter 1:
It had been two weeks since Jessica’s and Heather’s first bathroom fun. These days Heather brought some carrots for use everyday, but Jessica soon got bored of this. So she decided to bring something of her own. She waited until her mom was out of town, then Jessica went into her room and stole the strap on. She had never used the strap on before and she thought it looked like fun. She wanted to try it also because it was the biggest of her mom’s dildos Jessica hoped to god that her mom never found out about this.
Jessica had quite recently lost her virginity to a girl from school named Heather. Heather and Jessica had been friends since kindergarten. Neither had known that they had lesbian feelings for each other until quite recently and now they fucked every opportunity they got. Jessica and Heather both had used normal dildos and also the two way Jessica’s mom had but neither had tried the strap on. Jessica and Heather had at school had to make due with their fingers and various vegetables from their lunches.
Heather had even at one point used a piece of celery as a two way for them. But Jessica had wanted something big in her. So that morning she stole the strap on. She put it in her bag and waited until she got to school. There she had gone up to Heather and silently told her that Jessica had a surprise for her. They had had to wait for first break but they finally got to one of the empty bathrooms they used.
“So what’s the surprise?” Heather asked excitedly.
“This!” Jessica said pulling the giant strap on from her bag. Heather gasped.
“You stole it?”
“Yep. You wanna try it?” Heather gasped again then turned bent over and pulled down her panties and lifting her uniform skirt out of the way. Jessica took off her own panties and then strapped the dildo to her waist. She then went slowly up to Heather. She then slowly began to push the dildo into Heather’s dripping cunt.
“OH GOD!” Heather moaned as this huge fake member impaled her. Jessica slowly fed the whole thing into Heather’s pussy. Heather screamed with pleasure as the giant cock started to fuck her up and down. Heather had never had this much in her and now the feeling of it made her scream. She felt as though she was going to burst. Jessica began to slowly move the huge cock back and forth. The dildo was rubbing up and down on Heather’s clit so that she was soon cuming all over the giant cock. There were juices all over the thing but Jessica continued to fuck her. In and out, in and out, Heather moaned and the pleasure began to rise again. Her pussy squirted out juices as she came a second time the juices spraying all over Jessica’s skirt.
“Oh you got me all wet.” Jessica pouted.
“oh god” Heather moaned almost passed out.
“Yeah you like that don’t you” Jessica said giving Heather another hump which drove the cock into her again.
“AHHH!!” Heather screamed. Jessica slowly slid out of her. Heather slumped against the wall skirt falling back over her pussy. Jessica got down and started lapping at her juices still dripping from her pussy. Jessica than removed the strap on and put it into Heather’s mouth. Heather eagerly lapped the pussy juices up. After this had been going on for a while Jessica decided she wanted that tongue in her pussy. So she pushed Heather to her knees and than stood over her. Heather’s head was under Jessica’s skirt and she was looking directly at Jessica’s hairless pussy. She extended her tongue and licked the cunt several times before beginning to play with the clit. Jessica breathed heavily as she felt the tongue flit over her pussy. She then felt Heather stick her tongue up into her pussy. She felt the pleasure burning through her crotch as Heather played with her pussy.
“OH GOD YES KEEP DOING THAT!” She almost screamed as Heather stuck her tongue along with her finger up Jessica’s pussy. Jessica could not take much more of this and she soon squirted her juices right into Heather’s face. Heather stood up and Jessica licked the juices off Heather’s face and t hen they kissed each other pushing the juices into each others mouth. Both loved the taste of each others cum. Heather especially loved the taste of cum and every opportunity she got she ate Jessica out. Heather and Jessica heard the bell and quickly got there dressed and left the bathroom. As they headed back to class they saw a girl that made Heather’s jaw drop. She was a small Asian who they had never seen before. She was the hottest girl Heather had ever seen. She was very hot with a perfect body and remarkably big breasts for her age. She was noticeably younger like 11 or 12. Heather went over to her.
“Hey I’m Heather what’s your name?”
“I’m Yujin I just transferred in.” She said in pleasant tone.
“I thought you must be new. What grade you in?”
“7th grade I’m 13.”
“Wow I would have sworn you were 11 or 12.”
“Yeah I look you for my age.”
“Yeah”
“Well I got to get to class”
“Ok see you.”
Yujin walked away and Heather walked back over to Jessica.
“What was that?” Jessica asked.
“God Damn she is HOT!!!”
“You thinking what I think your thinking?”
“I think we should get her in on our fun.” Heather said.
“Hmm maybe.” Jessica thought for a little while then said. “Why not as long as she won’t tell.”
“Yes!” Heather smiled widely at the idea.
“Course we will need to find out if she likes girls the way we do.”
“Yeah we would.”
Heather and Jessica walked back into class.
Chapter 2:
Yujin left class after school and started to walk home. She walked slowly and it took about 30 minutes to get to her neighborhood. Yujin passed 6 men on her way and as she entered her neighborhood she looked back and saw the 6 men right behind her.
“Hey little girl.” The leader said.
“Uh Hey?” Yujin said back.
“We like the way you look in your little skirt and tie.” He said
Yujin ran. Or she tried to run but the six men grabbed her and pulled her down and tied her hands behind her back.
“NO!” She screamed as the men ripped her pink panties down and ripped her shirt off. The men all pulled all there pants off exposing their dicks.
“God no please don’t do this please god.” Yujin moaned. In response the leader went behind her and shoved his cock into her virgin pussy. Yujin screamed as she brutally lost her virginity. Another went behind her and shoved his cock into her ass. She screamed again. Then the third man shoved his cock in between her tits. She continued to scream.
“Shut her up.” Said the man in her cunt. The fourth man shoved his cock into her mouth. Yujin tried to scream around the cock in her mouth but it didn’t work. Soon there was a man fucking her pussy, her ass, her tits, and her mouth, while two more men jacked off. Then the two men stopped jacking off and then moved to either side of Yujin’s head and stuck there cocks into her ears! Yujin had never felt this feeling she felt…Full! Every hole in her was full of cock.
Suddenly she felt a new sensation it was an intense pleasure in her crotch. Soon she sprayed juices all over the man in her cunt’s cock. She moaned into the cock in her mouth. Then the man in her vagina moaned and she felt something spray into her. He pulled out of her and the man in her ass moved to he pussy, and the man in her tits moved to her ass and the man in her mouth moved in between her tits. Then the man who had just cum into her was getting his cock cleaned by her mouth. Then the man in her pussy came spraying his juices into her cunt. Then he moved to her mouth and the men all switched places again except for the man who had cum first, he pulled up his pants and zipped his pants up. The process proceeded until all of them had cum in her pussy. She was full of juices. They then all pulled there pants up and left her tied up and almost naked except for her skirt. Cum was leaking out of her pussy. She moaned. She felt so violated. No part of her was a virgin any more. Even her ears had been filled. She was feeling as though she was going to burst with all the cock and juices that filled her. She moaned again.
“Hello?” She heard the call.
“Here over here.” She called. She heard the rustling of bushes and then Heather and Jessica were helping her up.
“Oh my God Yujin are you alright.” They looked down and saw the juices dripping from her cunt
“Yujin are you ok?”…
Chapter 3:
Heather and Jessica walked in through the front door. Heather looked around.
“Huh I guess Mom isn’t home yet.” Heather said. Jessica giggled.
“Dose that mean we have the house to ourselves?” Jessica asked.
“Yep.” She said catching on to what Jessica meant and giving her a wink. Jessica giggled again.
Heather and Jessica went to Heather’s room. Heather closed the door and turned to face Jessica. Both looked at each other. Ever since Jessica’s dad had picked them up Jessica and Heather had been forced to ‘behave’ themselves now that Jessica’s dad had dropped them off they were gonna have some fun.
“You haven’t tried the strap on.” Heather breathed walking up and kissing Jessica.
“Yeah your right.” Jessica gasped as her friend’s hands began searching her body paying special attention to her breasts nipples and her ass.
“Oh God yeah!” Jessica moaned as Heather fondled her ass. Heather stopped then and backed away then she slowly kicked her shoes off and then began to take off her knee high socks. Jessica sat back on the bed and quickly took off her panties and threw them away and began stroking herself to the show she was getting. Heather then removed her panties. Slid them down her legs and then kicked them off. Jessica stroked her pussy faster. Then came Heathers shirt but the tie remained on hanging between her breasts. Then the skirt came sliding off. She stood in front of Jessica completely naked except for her tie.
“Where’s the strap on?” Heather asked. Jessica reached into her bag and drew out the long fake cock. Heather slipped it on and then came up to Jessica and slowly ran the dildo through her small tits and then slowly, very slowly she ran it down her body and down her legs. Jessica spread her legs eager to have Heather stick it into her, but Heather shook her head teasingly.
“Roll over and get up on your knees.” Heather said. Jessica eagerly did as she was instructed and got into the position. Heather then slowly slid the thing up and down her slit.
“Please!” Jessica begged. “I want it in me please!”
“Well since you’re begging.” Heather said and then slid it into her. The whole thing all at once, Jessica screamed. She had never been filled so much. She felt that she was about to burst.
“Oh God don’t stop fuck me, fuck me hard!” She screamed at Heather who obliged. She thrust in and out of Jessica and knew that she was feeling exactly what she herself had been feeling earlier that day. She thrust harder into her and faster. She felt Jessica shudder as the thing went in and out of her.
Jessica had never felt anything like this her whole body felt weak and she felt so small with that giant thing in her. She could feel the thing in her right up until where it ended. She wanted more though she wanted more. She was feeling the pleasure build but she held herself back. She wanted this feeling to last a long time. She had never felt this much pleasure. It was still building and she tried to contain it. She looked over her shoulder and saw Heather thrusting her hips forward the tie she wore flopping in between her breast which bounced up and down. She could not contain it any more and so she let lose. A flood of cum sprayed out of her, covering the area of the bed she was on and covering the fake cock that was in her.
“Oh God!” Jessica moaned as the orgasm finally stopped.
“Kids you here!” The shout came from the door.
“Oh crap, Mom’s home!” Heather said shocked. She quickly withdrew the strap on from Jessica, which sent another surge of pleasure through her, and then looked around and saw a dress which would work, no time to find her panties. She then took the strap on off and looked around for a place to put it. No place worked then she saw that Jessica wasn’t wearing panties.
“I’m sorry about this.” Heather whispered into Jessica’s ear and then shoved the strap on up her pussy. She then covered what was remaining out of her (The strap s and such) under her skirt. Then Heather quickly tried to find Jessica’s panties but couldn’t. The door opened and she sat down on the bed just as her mother walked in.
“Hi Mom.” Heather said brightly
“Hi, Hi Jessica.” Heather’s Mom said.
“Hi Mrs. Murphy.” Jessica said.
“What were you doing in here?” asked Mrs. Murphy.
“Oh just talking.” Heather said quickly.
“I see. Well you tow have fun I’ll call you when dinner’s ready.” Just as she was leaving she saw that the patch of blanket Jessica was sitting on was soaked, also she then noticed the dress Heather was wearing it was very short and looked like it should be more a shirt than a dress.
“You should change out of that if you’re going to go out Heather it is much to short.”
“Ok Mom.” Mrs. Murphy again began to withdraw but then noticed the pile of cloths and was about to make a comment about how Heather shouldn’t leave her school uniform lying on the floor, but then she saw a pair of panties. That was odd. Shouldn’t Heather be wearing the panties? But then she noticed a second pair. Those certainly weren’t Heather’s. Then Mrs. Murphy tried to get a look under Jessica’s skirt without the girls noticing sure enough she could see… She wasn’t quite sure what she saw. There was something sticking out of Jessica’s pussy and there were straps attached.
Oh My God! She thought Jessica has a strap on up her pussy unless I am very much mistaken. But how could Heather not… The revelation struck her daughter and Jessica were … were. She couldn’t even think it. She quickly withdrew from the room.
“Do you think she noticed?” Jessica asked.
“I don’t think so but maybe we should get out of the house just to be sure she doesn’t see anything.” Heather said
“Why did you have to shove this thing up my pussy?” Jessica asked indignantly.
“Where else was I going to put it? Besides I figured you wouldn’t mind that much it dose feel good.”
“Yeah but I came right when she came in. What would have happened if I had accidentally showed it hmm.”
“I don’t know just lets find our panties and get out of here, ok?”
“Ok you want me to smuggle the dildo out?” Jessica asked, almost eagerly.
“Yes.” Heather said knowing what Jessica wanted to do. They found their panties and quickly put them on, Jessica put hers on over the strap on still in her pussy. Heather pulled her dress down so that her panties weren’t showing. They then walked to the front door.
“Mom we’re going out for a little bit, ok?” Heather yelled
“Fine!” Her mother shouted back. They exited the building and began walking.
“Then they heard a scream coming from down the street. They began running then Jessica stopped and screamed herself though not as loudly.
“What is it?” Heather asked.
“Cuming!” Jessica moaned. After her orgasm subsided they began running again toward the screams. Jessica stopped every now and then because of orgasms. They eventually reached the spot they thought the screams had come from. They heard a groan from the bushes.
“Hello?” Heather said.
“Over here,” said a voice from the bushes, They ran over and found Yujin tied up with her shirt ripped off and her panties torn and around her ankles, her skirt was lifted revealing her pussy (Which Heather couldn’t help but admire, it was shaved and looked inviting) which was dripping cum.
“Oh my God Yujin are you alright.” Heather asked and getting no response she asked again “Yujin are you ok?”
Chapter 4:
“Take me in side please.” Yujin was crying. They untied her and helped her to her house then they entered, it was completely dark.
“Is anyone home?”
“No.” Yujin gasped still crying. They helped her to her bedroom and laid her on her bed and then they started to ask her what happened.
“I don’t know men followed me home from school and then…and then.”
“Oh my God. You were raped?” Jessica gasped? Yujin nodded and began crying again.
“Don’t cry come on now.” Heather started to comfort but then Yujin leaped into her arms still crying. Heather looked at her still in her tattered cloths and still leaking the men’s cum and something came over Heather and she kissed Yujin on the lips long and passionately. Yujin struggled at first but then started kissing her back. Soon Yujin was on Heather lap kissing her. She pressed her tongue into Heather’s mouth, while Heather put her hands on Yujin’s tits and started squeezing and then slowly feeling downward until she was sliding her hands along Yujin’s thighs and upper legs.
“Let’s let Jessica in on this.” Heather breathed as they momentarily broke apart. Jessica had put her hand in her panties and had been moving the dildo in her up and down bringing her close to a climax.
Yujin got up and went over to her dresser and took out a small vibrator.
“I love this toy.” She said moving over to Jessica and pulling her panties down.
“What’s this?” She said as she saw the strap on that was impaling Jessica’s cunt. She pulled on it and it slowly slid out of her. Jessica came as the dildo exited her. The juices sprayed all over Yujin’s hand. Yujin got the dildo fully out and looked at it.
“A strap on? Wow have you two been doing… you know.” In response Heather came over and jammed her finger up Jessica’s pussy and began fingering her. Heather looked at Yujin’s pussy and saw cum slowly dripping from it.
“I should get that out.” She said getting on her knees and laying Yujin back down slowly on the bed. She then opened Yujin’s pussy with her fingers and started sucking the cum out. There was 6 men’s worth of cum not to mention Yujin’s and there was still not enough for Heather. The taste of cum drove her crazy, she loved it she buried her face deep into Yujin’s cunt trying to suck all the cum out and get more. This was the first time she had ever tasted a man’s cum she loved it she wanted more but there was no more to be had. Still Yujin’s was great and she tried to get more. She played with the clit with her fingers and slid her tongue in and out of Yujin’s pussy. She was soon rewarded with a shriek form Yujin and a mouthful of juices. Jessica came over and slid her own fingers into Yujin. With her other hand she took her vibrator.
“Let me see your strap on.” Yujin gasped as her climax finished.
“Ok.” Jessica handed it over and Yujin took it and strapped it on under her skirt. Jessica lay down on the bed and spread her legs so that her pussy was showing and then she took the vibrator to it. She turned it on and felt a great sensation run through her. Yujin came up to her.
“Turn over.” She said.
“Why?”
“Trust me you’ll love it.” She said smiling. Jessica nodded and turned over. Then she felt a pressure on her ass hole. Then it increased, and then her ass gave way and something forced itself into her.
“Yujin what the hell…” She never finished as Yujin then stuck the vibrator into her pussy. It felt so good and pleasure erupted in a way that left Jessica speechless to protest as her ass was fucked. Yujin started slow but soon was full speed fucking her. It hurt and Jessica wanted to tell her to stop but the vibrator still kept her moaning and gasping for air. Soon she was going to climax. She felt the pleasure build but she felt something else to. When she came it was the most intense she had ever had. It tore through her and she felt weird but there was pleasure coming from her ass aiding the orgasm to great strength. She still felt the pain but the climax was great. Soon she lay there motionless as Yujin pulled out of her. Her juices were soaking Yujin’s bed and soon Jessica was forced to put her panties back on.
They heard a car pulling in to the drive.
“That’s my mom you better hurry and get out of here. She is afraid of having anyone over or me going to anyone’s houses.” Yujin gasped as she quickly undid the strap on.
Heather grabbed it and shoved it up her own pussy had to stop as a climax raced through her then shoved the rest in. They all put on their panties (With the exception of Jessica whose panties were on already) and then Yujin raced them out the back and quickly went upstairs to change.
Chapter 5:
Mrs. Murphy was troubled. She was certain of what her daughter was doing. She was confused about it to. Her husband had known about her one night stand with Jessica’s mother a few years back and had lest her for it. It was true that Mrs. Murphy had done one lesbian thing once, and she still didn’t regret it… but her daughter. That was different. She also was strangely aroused by the thought though. And that confused her even more. She called up Jessica’s mother’s cell phone.
“Hey Paula.” She said
“Oh Hi Lindsey!” Paula said back.
“Yeah, you remember that one night two years back?” She asked nervously.
“Yeah…”
“When can we do it again.”
“I’m out of town right now but I’ll be back Saturday and I think Jack will be gone that weekend.”
”Great cause I need to blow off some steam.”
Continued in Part 4.

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Chapter 2

“My lover.”

The words reverberate through my head. What have I done? Not only did I just fuck my sister, but I came in her too! I felt so dirty, but thinking back, I don’t think I could have stopped myself. It just felt too good.

Geo moaned on top of me, and I felt it all the way to me flaccid cock, still in her. My sister rolled off me, and I saw Dixie getting between her legs and sucking my cum out of her.

“Mmm, your brother’s cum tastes soo good!” Dixie mewled.

A hand appeared before me, and I looked up to see Amber reaching down to me. I took her hand and stood, surprised when I got pulled into a deep kiss. Her hand dropped to my dick and started playing with it, and while it felt good, my little brain refused to respond.

Amber broke our kiss, and looked down disappointed. “Hmm, maybe we should give this guy a little break.”

“I’m sorry, I just–” She cuts me off by placing her fingers over my mouth.

“Come on. Let’s go get a drink.” I follow the redhead to the kitchen, where she pours me another drink. We sit in silence for a moment, the only noises we can hear are my sister cumming again for the umpteenth time.

I have no idea what to say, and my eyes lock on Amber’s pierced nipples. “Did that hurt to have it done?”

She looks down, then after placing her drink on the counter, she grabs both nipple rings, and begins to tug on them, distending her small breasts out a bit. The sight is quite erotic, and I feel a stirring down below, but still not enough to get me hard.

“Yeah, it hurt like hell, but was worth it. My nipples are super sensitive now. Sometimes I can get off just by playing with them.” She smiles at me for a moment, before asking, “So did I understand you correctly? You lost your virginity in there?”

I can only sheepishly nod my head. “And to your sister too. That’s kind of sick, but kinky too.” She must have seen the look on my face, as she quickly continued, “Don’t worry, cutie. I don’t judge. And with a cock as big as yours, I can see why she chose to do it. Your sister is pretty damn hot too. I wish I had a brother like you!”

Shocked by her words, I looked up into her eyes, and believed her. There was not a shred of deceit in them. “Thank you,” was all I could manage to say.

“Awe, you are just too cute!” Before I knew what was happening, she had my back up against the cold fridge and was kissing me passionately. My hands began to roam across her back, and finally I brought them down to her small buttocks. She moaned softly into my mouth as I squeezed her ass. Getting bold, I spun us around, pressing her to the fridge, and began kissing her neck. Grabbing tight to her ass, I lifted her up in my arms, and enjoyed the feeling of her legs wrapping around me. I was definitely getting hard again, but still wasn’t to full mast. I moved us over to the counter. I needed to give my beleaguered pecker some more time to recover, and I realized I hadn’t yet tasted this awesome woman’s honeypot.

I slowly began kissing down her collarbone, along the sides of her ribs, then journeyed under her pert breasts, and finally to her right nipple. I used my tongue to play with the ring while my hand groped her other breast. “Damn, you ARE good at that!” My free hand dipped down to her crotch, and I began playing with the piercing down there. As soon as I touched it, she screamed, “Oh, fuck, I’m cumming!” Suddenly my hand was covered in a warm fluid.

I stepped back looking at my hand, thinking she had just peed on my. The smell was wrong, and even the texture. I looked back up to Amber, and she had a sheepish grin on her face. “You’re a squirter!” I accused.

“I’m so sorry. I know that turns some men off.” Before she could say another word, my face was buried between her legs. Everything about this sultry redhead turned me on. I tried to use the tricks Dixie had taught me, but her clit piercing kept interfering. I must have done something right though, as my mouth was flooded with her cum.

“Okay, okay. Stop.” Her words were breathy and soft. I pulled away, as she hopped down from the counter. She turned around and bent over slightly, sticking her petite rear at me. “I have an itch deep inside, that I think only that–” she nods at my cock, “– will scratch.”

I realized that I was nearly back to full mast, stepped up to her. I slid my cock up and down her crack, until she reached between us, and positioned me at the entrance to her hole. I reach around her body, and grabbing both nipple rings, I pull her into me as I thrust forward. A loud scream rent the air, and her whole body seemed to clamp down. I was afraid I’d hurt her. “Holly fuck, that’s huge. Gimme just a moment to get used to it. Damn, but it feels like it is in my throat!” After a couple more moments, she slowly began to shift back and forth, even picking up the pace.

I let her do the moving, enjoying as she swiveled her hips while impaling herself on me.

“I guess we didn’t need to worry,” I hear from behind me. “Looks like Amber has everything well in hand… er… pussy.” I look back to see my sister and Dixie watching us from the doorway.

I was still tugging on Amber’s nipple rings, when suddenly her legs gave out, and she collapsed on the floor in an orgasmic mass. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she kept repeating as her eyes fluttered.

“Hmm,” said Dixie, “I haven’t seen her cum like that in a long time. I can’t wait to get this thing in me!” She grabbed a hold of my cock, and began pulling me along behind her. I was helpless but to obey. My sister followed, pinching my behind, and calling it cute. I would have been embarrassed, under other circumstances. Dixie led us back to one of the bedrooms, and judging by the picture on the mirror, it was her’s.

“Finally, a bed. Little brother, are you ready for the main event?”

Main event? These women were insatiable!

Dixie spun me around, and shoved me back onto the bed. “It’s time I felt that monster in me!” she said as she straddled my hips, and with one deft movement, sank half of me in her. She was by far the tightest of the three, and it took her a few moments to get all of me in her.

Meanwhile Geo began to make out with her, while she reached around Dixie and fondled my balls. The sensation was phenomenal, and if I hadn’t already cum so much tonight, I probably would have been shooting my load again.

Geo began sucking on Dixie’s medium sized breasts, and I reached down to play with Dixie’s clit with my left, while my right hand began playing with Geo’s ass. My right hand wormed around and found my sister’s wet hole.

Dixie really began to rock her hips back and forth on my hand and cock, really getting into it. “Don’t stop, either of you! I’m getting so close. Fuck me! Holly shit, yeah, keep rubbing me right there! Oh, yes! Bite that nipple, make me cuuuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmm!”

Dixie collapsed forward on me, and I had to pull my arm out from between us. I reached around, and grabbing her ass, I began to pound into her as hard as I could. “Oh… My… Gawd…” she tried to say, then locked her lips to mine. Our tongues fought a desperate battle with each other, then I felt another tongue on my balls.

“Here’s where you all are!” I heard Amber say. “I woke up on the floor, and you all left me!”

Dixie broke off the kiss, and turned to look at Amber. “I… had to… Ah, fuck! Get… His cock… IN ME!” She finally finished as I continued thrusting up into her. Dixie’s eyes began to roll back into her head, and I knew she was about to cum again.

Suddenly she was pushed forward and off my cock, but it was soon replaced by another wetness. Looking around Dixie, I saw my sister furiously sucking on the tip of me penis. Dixie rolled off me, muttering, “No more. No more.”

“I think you owe me for leaving me,” Amber stated as she walked over to me, then quickly jumped on the bed and straddled my face. Only too happy to taste this squirting sex goddess, I began licking with as much enthusiasm as Geo was having on my cock.

Amber bent forward, and began assisting my sister with the best blowjob of the night. I pulled away from the succulent pussy long enough to warn them that I was about to cum. Two hands immediately gripped my cock, as both women screeched in unison. “Not yet, I want it in me!”

Amber got off me, and began facing off with my sister. “You already had a load. It’s my turn!”

“He is my brother. This load is mine. You can have the next load!” Geo retorted.

I could see that this could get ugly, so I quickly stepped in. “Ladies, I have an idea.” Both of them turned their glares on me, until I explained. I had my sister lay on her back, and amber climbed on top of her. I had them on the edge of the bed, and as I came up to them, I decided to put it in Amber first. I slid in easily. Luckily there had been a long enough break, I wasn’t on the verge of ejaculating again.

I pumped a few times, then pulled out, and slid into my sister. I still can’t believe that I am actually fucking my sister! I also realized that out of the three of them, my sister was the loosest, Dixie was the tightest, and Amber was the wildest.

I could see that Amber and Geo were making out, as I continued to switch between the two. It didn’t take long before I felt that familiar churning in my balls. I pulled out of my sister, slammed into Amber and let loose a couple spurts, then pulled and put it back in Geo for the rest of the load.

Depleted, and exhausted, I collapsed on the bed. Moments later, I was out cold.

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A pounding noise reverberated through the room, waking me from pleasant dreams. Opening my eyes, I wonder who might be at the door. I soon realize that the pounding was coming from within my own skull, and I groan. Apparently I wasn’t alone, because my groan was echoed by other voices.

In shock, I look around and find three other women in my bed, one of them is… This is too much for my extremely hung-over mind to fathom, and oblivion takes me.

When I wake again, I am all alone. I begin to stumble out of the unfamiliar room, and am soon greeted by the gorgeous redheaded stripper from the night before. Amber, was her name I think.

“Good morning, sleepy head. Take these, and drink this. It will help with your head.” She handed me a couple of Tylenol, and a red drink. I immediately swallow both, and begin to choke on the drink. It was alcoholic. “Bloody Maries will help every time.” She smiled at me and gave me a passionate kiss on the lips. “Hmm. Brush your teeth, and meet me in my bedroom. I still feel a little robbed from last night, and intend to get mine from you.” She grinned at me and headed down the hallway, leaving me with one question…

What happened last night?

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Adventures of a very powerful young man and his friends.

Note: ——I am NOT the author! There are several authors actually, I’m not so certain that any one of them is the creator, but I know it’s not me. I am simply sharing this lovely story with all of you because I have not seen it on here. Now originally it was all going to be 9 parts, but… Someone said the first one was too long, so I’ve decided to split all of these up into smaller posts. ENJOY———

Tim, the Teenage Part Thirty-Three By: Rass Senip

+++ Chapter IX: 10th Grade, Fall 1986 Part 1 – Rings of the Masters (mc, mf)

I had made the arrangements with all our teachers so that Joey and I were only in class three days out of five. On Joey’s birthday, three weeks before Halloween, I had also arranged for Joey and I to take the entire day off, and Suzi would join us during the first class period, then stay with us after lunch for the rest of the day. It was her idea to give us some time without her, to have what she called some boy fun. We met in our private room, knowing I was ready to make things happen. “I’ve put a lot of thinking into all this, and I’m ready to give it a try. Joey, for your birthday, you and I are going slave hunting, and then the three of us will do some more. “First though, I want to make it clear that even though we will be inspecting their goods without their permission, I’m not willing to make them do anything else unless they have already done it once willingly. If they have though, then I’ll give them the push to want to do it with us when ever we ask.

“There are a bunch of other rules and stuff, but I’m not going to get into them right now. You guy’s ready to become Master Joey and Mistress Suzi?” “Uhm, Yeah, Master Tim,” Joey said. “Tim?” Suzi said. “They’re not going to be calling us that all the time are they? I mean, in the halls and stuff?” “Na,” I said. “They won’t…. Well, hang on a sec. Let me give you my presents, then I’ll tell you the rest.” I had them stand up and extend their right hand out. Then I slipped both hands into my jeans pockets, then took them out clasped closed. I turned around to get ready, then faced them again. “Close your eyes,” I said. “With the power vested in me, I now pronounce you Master and Mistress,” I announced as I slipped a gold ring with a smooth ruby stone on their ring fingers.

They opened their eyes and looked at the rings. “Before you ask, I’ll tell you. Anyone who we find and use will go into a kinda trance and do what ever we say after one of us shows them our ring. And when we are done with them, they go back to being their normal selves. But while they are our, er, slave, they will do everything we ask happily. We won’t actually own them, but they will be happy to do whatever we say as long as it isn’t against their beliefs or whatever. Okay?” I answered their questions and talked about some people who would be good to get. We spent a long time talking, mostly about what we could and couldn’t do, and what happens if and things like that.

We were still talking when the bell rang announcing the first period was over. We walked Suzi to her second period class, then as we walked down the hall, I told Joey what I wanted to do first. “What do you say we start with the girl’s locker room,” I said. “I was praying you would say something like that. Come on. Let’s get there before the bell rings.” We hustled, but didn’t make it before the bell. Outside the door, I reached in with my mind and as quickly as possible one by one made everybody believe it was normal for Joey and I to be in the locker room, answer any question we have truthfully, and if we request, to show their body to us. When I was done, we entered just in time for them to file out to go to the gymnasium. “Shit,” we both said at the same time. But then we saw the coach carrying the volleyball. We looked at each other, then took off after them.

With only slight modifications to my previous commands, Joey and I simply walked into the girl’s gym and asked for a line up. The coach happily had the girl’s form a line, then she left for the locker room to masturbate in a stall. I had snagged the coach’s whistle, and now blew it before saying, “All right girls, my name is Coach Tim, and this is Coach Joey. We’re going to ask you a few questions before you start playing volleyball. “All right. To start off, how many of you like to masturbate? Hmmmm… Would the girls who don’t please step forward. Very good. I want you seven to close your eyes and think about touching yourselves. That’s right. You’re thinking about your fingers touching your clit, yes, that’s right. Now think about a finger on your other hand wanting to slip inside… yes… Now, I am going to reward you….”

The seven girls gasped, and their faces turned slight pink as their orgasm passed. “Now please step back. Now, one more time. How many of you girls don’t like to masturbate. VERY GOOD! They are all yours, Coach Joey.” Joey gave me a look, then said, “Thank you coach Tim. Okay girls. All those who have lost their cherries, please step forward. Shit, Tim. Looks like we have a lot to choose from. Uhm, okay. Those of you that have given blow jobs, raise your hand. Hmmm. Okay. Will the virgins with their hands up please form a group on the left. Will the cherryless dick suckers please form another group on the right. The remaining virgins please go sit down on the bleachers. Those who are left, form a group in the center.”

Joey came over to me and said, “What now? I mean, we want to see them naked, don’t we? But we can’t do that in here.” “Well, I want to watch them play volleyball for a little while. I guess dividing them all up wasn’t such a great idea after all. I’ve been checking some of the girls on the right out. Let’s just let them play for twenty minutes to get them good and sweaty. Then we can take them down to the locker room and have them all take showers. I’m thinking I want to try a few of these blow jobbers out.” “Hey, what about the no touch stuff?” “Well, no blows unless they have done it before and liked it.” “Cool. ‘Cause Lisa, one of the girls on the left group, I really wants to try.”

We had the girls play, while Joey and I walked around and got a good view of the nice ones in action. There were only nine girls who we were considering just out of looks. The rest were a little or a lot too heavy, or too small, tall, or their tits just weren’t developed enough. One girl was all zits, and two turned us off because of their body odor. We told each girl we selected that they were in the final cut. Once we had finished the selection process, we had Lisa come over to us by the bleachers while the rest continued to play.

“Lisa, tell us about your blow job experiences,” Joey asked her. “Well, uhm, I’ve only done it twice to John Mattison. The first time was in the tunnel of love, and I couldn’t like see it. I was kind of nervous you know? And I like accidentally scraped my teeth… Yeah that’s what John did. But after I got it back in my mouth, he started to moan. It was neat and all, and I really kind of like having the power over him, sorta, you know? But he didn’t warn me when he was gonna cum, and I was pissed when he shot into my mouth.

“The second time was at Jim Durok’s party. John was being really sweet, and he really was looking hot at the party. We got like really into making out and stuff? Anyway, I could feel his thingy in his pants, and I wanted to see it. So I pulled it out. The next thing I know, I’m suckin’ on it, and then he came again in my mouth again without warning. The bastard. He knew I didn’t like that. I haven’t done it since.”

“Lisa,” I began, “did you like the taste of cum?” “Well, it’s okay, I guess. Maybe a little bit more than okay.” “So why didn’t you want him to cum in your mouth the second time?” Joey asked. “Oh, no. You didn’t understand. It wasn’t because he came in my mouth. I wanted him to do that. But he didn’t warn me after I had told him to.” “So, do you like giving blow jobs?” I asked. “It’s okay, I guess. I just wish I could find someone I can give a blowjob to that will at least tell me before he shoots. If I do, I probably will let them take my cherry or something.” “Okay, Lisa. Thank you,” Joey said. I said, “Hey, it’s been over twenty minutes. Let’s have them hit the showers. We only have another twenty-three minutes before we have to let them get dressed for next period.”

Joey blew the whistle and he yelled, “All right ladies. Those in the final cut, line up here. The rest of you keep playing.” The coach walked in and smiled at us as we handed her the whistle and she took over. We lead the nine sweaty girls down to the locker room and had them line up again. Joey announced, “All right you lovely ladies, this is what we are going to do. First, everybody takes their clothes off and lines up for inspection. Then we’re all going to jump in the shower. You all want to show off you bodies as much as possible. Okay? Good.” As the girls began to strip, Joey and I did so too. Before any of the girls had even taken off their bra, Joey and I were finished. We had our hard dicks in our hands, but we were just squeezing, not stroking. As the tits were unveiled, one girl got disqualified due to bra stuffing. Even I had bigger titties than she did. As we watched, we asked about their past sexual experiences. Four were virgins, of those only one had not had any blowjob experience. That one was disqualified but was told to inform either one of us if the situation changed. She had great tits. Once we started seeing bush, we were pleased to see they all had nice crotches. One girl had even shaved hers, and that stirred up our curiosity.

“What’s you name, sexy?” Joey asked her. “Cindy Weatherspoon.” “You were the one who likes to suck guys and girls, aren’t you?” “Yep. I guess you can say I’m bi.” “So Cindy, how many guys have you fucked?” “Just one.” “How many times did you fuck? And was he fucking anyone else at the time?” “Just once, and he was a virgin.” “How come you only fucked once, and why do you shave you pussy?” “I got scared when I thought I might have gotten pregnant. I’ve never had an orgasm. Heather can cum every time, but I can’t. That’s why I let Ted take my cherry. I hoped he would get me to cum when he did, but he didn’t. And I shave myself so it’s easier for Ted and Heather to suck me out.” I asked Cindy, “What would you be willing to do if we could make you cum?” “I’m not sure. Probably anything. I’ve even tried a vibrator. It doesn’t do it for me either.” “Okay Cindy. Thanks,” Joey said. “Okay girls. It’s show time… In the showers and be as sexy as possible.”

“Well, what do you think Joey? I took a look through Cindy’s head. She’ll do anything we ask of her for orgasms I’m pretty sure. I’ve already asked her subconscious, and it said yes.” “Yeah, she is pretty hot. But she already has two lovers. I don’t know if I would want to spoil that. Why don’t you ask all their subconsciouses?” “I’ve already tried that. Cindy said no until I offered the orgasm thing. We have to find something to offer them that they want real bad.” We went around to the other girls asking them questions which they answered. We posed a few like we had seen in Penthouse, but nothing had come out of our inquiries except that Sheryl thought Joey was cute, and Rita liked to play with her dog’s dick when it was hard. No, she only touched the outside skin part.

We were just about ready to have Lisa and Cindy give us a blow job after not finding anyone else who seem even partially willing when Joey noticed Sheryl bending over to let her tits dangle. He said “Hey Sheryl! Looking good! Try that again.” Joey walked over and around her a few times. “Yeah. You got really nice tits and an ass to match. Say, Sheryl. Do you like sucking dick? .. AAACCCKKK!” Joey said as Sheryl took his into her mouth. “Sheryl stop!” Joey moaned. “Shit! Why did you do that? I only was asking if you like doing it. Not to do it. Shit.” “I wanted to do it. I haven’t done it for… over a year. I’m soo… hot… Please? Can I?” “Sheryl,” I called, “why haven’t you gotten any. With that body, you could suck any dick you wanted.” “Because my brother would kill anybody who gets near to me.” “Who’s your brother?” Joey asked. “Stan Beckersman.” “Shit!” Joey said. “I’m glad I stopped you. That guy could wrestle a bull with one hand tied behind his back.”

“Stan’s a senior right?” I asked. “Yes,” she said. “What grade are you in?” “I’m a sophomore. If I don’t get some action before my Junior year, I’ll probably go nuts.” “Hey, who did your brother kill after they took your cherry?” Joey asked. “No one. The bastard did it himself. I was so.. horny I would have done it with anyone. But after that first time, never again. That’s why he won’t let anyone get close to me. The fucken prick wants me. But I hate him.” “Okay, Joey,” I said. “She said yes. And I don’t see any reason not to, do you?” “Fuck yeah. One big reason. Stan.” “What? For what he did to her, I’ll probable make him her slave by the time I’m through with him. Don’t worry about Stan. He’s as good as fucked himself.”

“Okay Sheryl, you’re in. I guess that means we can leave Cindy alone, but what about Lisa? You said you liked her.” “Yeah, but I can wait to find another. I’m not going to force anyone yet. I wonder why Sheryl didn’t just tell us that stuff in the first place.” “Maybe she was afraid? I know I would be.” “Hmm. I think we need to ask different questions or something. Or maybe it’s because they think they’re in a dream.” “Huh? You mean they all think they’re dreaming?” “Yeah. It is the easiest way I could think of getting them to accept what was happening. But you know how when you’re in a dream, you don’t really remember everything you normally do like when you’re awake? Maybe that’s what’s wrong.” “Well, we can try some more stuff next hour. Hey Tim, I’m starting to prune up. Lets have some of the girls dry us off, and maybe a quick suck or something before the reject squad gets here.” “Okay. It’s your birthday so you’re in charge.”

We were running out of time, so decided to skip the blow jobs. Instead, we each had four naked girls lick us dry. Things didn’t turn out the way we planned, however. “Tim… shit! This is so hot! If I don’t fuck one of them, I think I’ll explode or something.” “Sheryl! You’ve never been so horny in you life. You want Joey. You want him in you. Go Fuck JOEY!” I yelled as I grabbed Cindy and took her down to the floor of the shower with me. “Cindy, my name is Tim. I’m going to suck you and give you the best and biggest orgasm you ever will have. If you ever want another, you will have to become my willing slave. You trust me now, totally and completely. You want nothing more than to suck my cock while I eat your hairless puss. Suck it bitch.. Yeah that’s it.”

I heard Joey’s grunts, as he pounded into Sheryl’s cunt. I was making sure we all stayed quiet, and while Cindy shaved pussy rotated to my mouth, I had all the girls turn to face away from us. They would have trouble remembering it anyway, and the line of asses was kind of neat. Cindy’s smooth puss was incredibly erotic. I had her wiggling and twisting, all the while she was taking my dick in and out of her mouth. Her tongue was concentrating on the head more than anything, and I suddenly felt I wanted her to take it deep as my cum started to rise. Her tasty cunt surged with juices as I connected the four of us before our orgasms started. Cindy took it into her throat just as I had asked her to, and she milked it with everything she had while her very first orgasm streamed through her head like my cum down her throat. I knew she would soon be my slave just to feel that again. Her juices were running down my face as she pulled my cock from deep within her. She slurped while I slurped, and she managed to get me get hard again. I saw she intended to try and get another orgasm out of me, and I was tempted. But the rest of the girls had arrived sometime during our orgasm, and people were stepping over us.

“What is going on here?” I heard a female voice say. I reached out to the person’s mind, and flipped on the little dream switch. I pulled Cindy off my cock as I sat up and said, “Just a little fucking and sucking. Why, you want some too?” The girl standing in front of me was not that bad looking. She was a Junior, and as I scanned her mind, I found that she was one of the Pom- Pom dance girls. “Julie, look at my dick. Do you like looking at it?” “Sure. Can I play with it?” “Depends. Are you a virgin?” “Shheea right! I haven’t been since I was thirteen.” “So you like to fuck?” “Fuck, suck, eat, sleep. All at the same time if possible.” “Shit, Tim, she’s a regular slut,” Joey said while Sheryl licked his nipples. “Yeah, but how would you like to get the Golden Girls to do a little… topless dance..” “AAAWWWWEEEESSSOOOOMMMMMEEEE!” He bellowed, making most of the girls turn. “SHut up Joey! Look. The bell is gonna ring in two minutes. All you girls get dressed and go to class. When you leave the locker room, you won’t remember anything but what you usually do during gym. Except Cindy and Sheryl of course. Julie, why were you just walking in before the bell rings?”

“I skipped second hour, and I was going to get ready for gym when..” “So you have gym third hour?” I asked. “Yes. Can I hold it? It keeps bouncing up and down with your pulse, and it is really getting me turned on.” “Julie, what is your sexual fantasy? What is it you want to do sexually that you really want to do but never could.” “That’s easy. My Master always promises..” “Your MASTER? Stop explain.” “My boyfriend, he’s twenty-one by the way, and he showed me this movie. It was all about these submissive women who would do anything this guy said because he was their Master. It got me so hot, I begged him to be my Master. Well, he said yes.. He really is good to..” “Julie, how would you like to have three Masters. I mean real Masters that could make you cum just by touching you, telling you to do all sorts of sexual stuff, and basically screwing you silly.” “Oh God, would I? But leave Billy? I don’t know. I don’t think I could leave him like that. He really knows how…” I began sending her flashes of what I had in mind. “Fuck Billy. Let him find a new submissive. I’m all yours.”

The bell rang, and Joey and I hopped out of the showers and got dressed as quickly as we could. “Julie, I’m going to wake you out of your dream. When I do, you will remember everything we have said and talked about. You trust me completely. Okay. You can wake up.” Julie blinked a few times, then smiled and said, “So are you to going to be my Masters?” Then she frowned. “Hmm, wait. You’re just a couple of boys. I don’t know. You were kind of small…” “Boys?” Joey said. “Girl, I have more passion in my little pinkie than your father had in his entire life. And I may be a little small now, but I make that up with effort.” “Besides, do you know of any guys who could be standing here in the middle of the girl’s locker room, without one of these girls noticing? Hey Joey, look. There’s Katie. I wonder what she looks like naked. HEY KATIE! Show me your TITS!!” “Holy shit. You two are for real. How are you doing that? That girl doesn’t even like changing her pants in here.” “That doesn’t matter. What does matter is… Wait…. I think I missed someone. She’s staring at us. Hmmm. Nope. I didn’t miss her. But she still is staring at us. I don’t get this. LAURA! Come here a sec.”

As the pretty brunette walked over, her stare never wavered. She was staring at me. “Hi, Tim,” she said as she stopped in front of me. “Hi, Laura. Why are you staring at me?” “Because I like looking at you, silly.” “Why do you like looking at me?” “Because I think you’re nice to look at. I look at you all the time, ya know.” “You do? When do you look at me?” “In class mostly. Sometimes I dream about you like this. I like you.” “Laura, I don’t know … Do you, like, love me or something?” “Kind of. Are you gonna to kiss me? I usually get to kiss you before I go. And I have to go to gym now.” “Have you ever dreamed of doing more than kissing?” “Once. But you didn’t let me do it.” “Do what?” “Touch your…. penis.” “Would you like to now?” “Yes. Do you want me to?”

The bell rang, and I remembered there were other things to do. “Yes, but not yet. Joey, everybody is in dreamville. I’ll make sure anyone who might come in late is too. Why don’t you just have all the girls strip and line up in the shower? Then you know what to do. I want to wake Laura and talk to her privately, okay?” “Hey. What about me?” Julie asked. “Oh, sorry. Uhm, look I’m not ready to do anything to you just yet. So, why don’t you just do whatever Joey says? When you do you’ll have an orgasm. Okay?” “Huh? What do you mean I’ll have an orgasm?” Joey smiled, then said, “Julie, repeat after me. I am Joey’s little plaything.” “Uhm, okay… I am Joey’s little plaything.. OHHhhh.” Julie said, her eyes snapping shut. Then she opened them and grabbed Joey’s arm. “Okay, Master.. Lead on.”

As Joey yelled for all the girls to strip and get in the shower area, I led Laura over by the doors and we sat down on the bench. It was secluded as long as no one entered. “Laura, do you still want to touch it?” “I think so. Yes, I’m feeling tingly again.” “What do you want to do after you touch it?” “I guess…. I think I would like to feel it all over. I’ve never seen one before.” “Shit. Laura, you’re too innocent to do this to you. I’m gonna wake you up in moment. If you still want to see it and touch it, you can. But if you don’t, just tell me. I’m not going to hurt you or make you do anything you don’t want. Just trust me okay?” “Okay.” “All right, wakey wakey.”

She blinked twice, then her relaxed face became a little concerned. “What did you do? Oh my God. I told you,” her face turning red. “Hey, it’s okay. I wish you had said something before. Do you remember what I said?” “Yes.. I don’t think I should.. but.. you really would let me look at it?” “Well, I don’t think you should until you let me give you a kiss like you wanted.” “You.. You want to kiss me?” “Sure. More than I want you to touch me there. Do you still want me to?” She looked in my eyes and said, “Please?” I held her gaze, and closed the gap. Our lips touched, and WHAM! I felt the innocence within her hit me like a ton of bricks. Her eyes were still closed when I pulled my lips away. “Sleep time, Laura,” I said putting her into dreamland again before she opened her eyes. I sat there, poking in her thoughts, finding myself saddened by what I was going to miss. Her dreams about me were very romantic, sweet, and completely… well, just not me anymore.

Maybe if I had been a normal guy, and never had fallen in love with Suzi, I could have been Laura’s dream guy. But she deserved someone as innocent as she was. And I was anything but innocent. So I said, “Laura, I am very flattered you chose me. And I would be honored to become your boyfriend and do all those things with you what you dream of. But I am not the person you think I am. I am going to give you a hug now. When it is over, you will have found someone who is like you to love instead of me. Now, come ‘ere, sweet thing.” We hugged, during which I connected her up to my mind, and we began scanning the boys in the building for someone with similar dreams and desires. She smelled wonderful, and I was very down about giving her up when we found him. “Scott Johnson, you’re a lucky guy,” I whispered as I replaced my images in her mind with his. I did something similar in Scott’s head, and gave him the courage to ask her out. But before I broke my link and had her take a nap, I gave her one more kiss. That one was sweet and without the truckload of bricks falling on me.

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Another short story that I was suddenly inspired to write, though this one I intend to post fully on the site for you all to read. Inspired mostly from my favorite dubstep mixes and by Skunk Anasie’s Army of Me, which I will let you guys know which chapter specifically was built around that song. Enjoy! ;P

The razor sharp blade of her sword was soundless as it slit through the flesh of the drug lord’s throat like warm butter. Javier, however, made an attempt at screaming for help from his guards, all lifeless in a pool of their own blood outside the door, but could only gurgle and spit up his own blood as he watched the assassin pull the sword away in one final sweep, and then his life was over.
Vixen examined the blade that dripped with the dead man’s guilty blood, then at the rest of the mess that stained the suede rug beneath them. She sighed and quickly grabbed her thermos before any more of the blood was wasted on the ugly furnishings. Grabbing a good fistful of Javier’s curly black hair, Vixen lifted back his head and moved the thermos beneath the wound to capture the blood that poured out. She cursed herself for not having the container ready the moment she did the fatal act so as not to have any of the precious supply go to waste. Once the canister was filled she hastily grabbed another as the blood continued to flow freely. This was taking way too long and she was already feeling drained from the night’s work but she couldn’t just take a bite or else she would leave behind DNA, so she waited without impatience.
At last the gash clotted and Vixen hurriedly stowed both thermoses in her satchel before checking the room for any evidence that would lead to the organization. When she found none she fled to the tenth story window and jumped.
Dane stood idly on the sidewalk, pondering how to spend the rest of his night off. Being kicked out of a bar for breaking some college kid’s nose could really mess up a guy’s plans, and his buzz. Not that he had one anyway. He felt pretty sorry for the poor girl who had to deal with his drunken courage and pissy, sore-loser aggressiveness. He was just trying to spare her from getting groped in the restroom or worse.
At the moment he had replayed the part where his fist connected with the teenager’s face, he was shoved by a woman who seemed to be in a hurry, knocking him off guard. It took but a second for him to stabilize himself and seek out who had assaulted him so randomly. When he looked up, lightning bolts struck at his chest. She was drop-dead sexy. His eyes trailed up from her black high heel shoes, sheer black knee-high stockings topped with a pink garter wrapped around the smoothest, cinnamon-toned legs he’d ever seen, a black pea coat under which he could guess was lingerie, all leading up to a face that could rival Aphrodite herself. She had piercing green eyes framed with thick, long lashes, a full pair of rosy lips, and jet black hair cut into a short dramatic bob that swept her collar bone. He blinked a few times at the sight.
“Wow. I’m… uh, sorry,” was all Dane could say.
“Well sorry isn’t much of a name but thanks for apologizing for something that was my fault,” she said with a smile. He just chuckled nervously. “Sorry for running into you; I’m kind of late for work.”
“Oh, really?” he raised an eyebrow, noting her current wardrobe. “Where at?” She flashed a deviant smile, exposing a row of perfect white teeth and walked past him into an alley. The woman approached a door and rapped on it twice before it opened, letting out a blue light and loud music. She turned back to him.
“So I never really got that name,” she yelled over the music.
“Dane. Yours?” She flashed that deadly smile again.
“Vixen,” she replied, and dashed into the depths of the club. Dane walked around to the entrance and saw the bright moniker displaying the image of a woman with her head thrown back in ecstasy and the words reading Femme Mystique Bar and Lounge. Gulping down his assumptions, he stepped inside and walked through a long hall lined with glass mirrors, pink velvet, blue lighting, and women in lingerie. They each reached out seductively to touch any part of him they could as he passed by, one even moving to his side to press herself against him as she whispered hotly in his ear, “So you here for business,” she reached down to grope his manhood, “or pleasure?”
He grabbed her wrist firmly before she could even get a hold, causing her to squeak in surprise. “Curiosity,” he raised an eyebrow as he looked further down the hall to his destination. Without another look at the blonde twig, he released her wrist and continued on until he was stopped by a thick black woman wearing a purple corset that squeezed at her waist, leaving her fleshy bosom exposed to the heavy air.
“The entry fee is fifty dollars, honey,” she held out her waiting palms. Dane sighed, but reached into his wallet and pulled out three twenties.
“I’m guessing you don’t have change, so…” he offered her the bills and she took them graciously to stuff them into the tight corset.
“Go ahead, baby,” she smiled as she pulled open the rich blue velvet curtain, revealing a wide, spacious lounge with upper balconies lining the far walls opposite of the stage. The stage itself had to be at least thirty-by-twenty feet wide. All around were men in business suits smoking Cuban cigars and high-shelf liquor, all focusing their lusty gazes at the petite, blonde, and naked woman on stage who touched herself seductively to the ear-splitting rock music that played on the enormous speakers. Dane located the bar beneath the balconies facing the stage and chose a seat, ordering a scotch from the busty female bartender who pulled her full attention from the blonde onstage to eye him with the same level of attraction. He nodded a hello to hot brunette as he tried to ignore the fact that she, just like all the workers in the club, was dressed in lacy lingerie or less. This one had curly brown hair and a perfect tan to set off a pair of striking blue eyes that were fixed on Dane as she poured his drink.
Like the other men, he fixed his attention on the woman onstage but could not understand how such a young woman could find herself in a place like this. She looked no older than nineteen years old, still freshly legal in his opinion. Yet, here she was, doing whatever she could to gain the attention and approval from these horny, rich bastards. All that effort to please others with no one giving their own time to please them couldn’t be worth all of the whistles and hollers and cash this place paid, even if it was an exorbitant amount.
Dane observed the room again, taking notice of the tablet devices that each man sitting at a table had in front of him. On the screens were the headshot of the blonde and a selection of different prices to choose ranging from five hundred to five thousand at five hundred dollar increments. Every time the blonde let out a moan another man would make a selection, adding more to his tab which Dane could guess they were required to pay at the end of the night. High-end strippers, Dane thought. He could imagine important business men having private meetings in the upper balconies without any shame. They probably even had their checking accounts wired to the place so that money could be directly exchanged without having to pay cash. “Smart system… for a bunch of rich idiots,” he spoke quietly to himself. The thought of some waitress getting a hold of the tablet and pressing all the buttons she could made him chuckle.
“Do I get to hear the joke?” asked the bartender. He chuckled again.
“Has anyone ever taken one of those tablets looking for a pay-raise?” The brunette gave a smile and nodded.
“Yeah, a really hot redhead and her girlfriend who used to perform here,” she paused in thought.
“And what happened to this hot waitress and her girlfriend,” asked Dane patiently. The bartender leaned over the counter and looked at him with those piercing blue eyes without losing her smile.
“The bastard made her pay for it out in the alley. Her and her girlfriend. Then he shot ‘em. In the head.” She lost her smile and returned to her work.
“I’m sorry,” he apologized sincerely.
“Yeah, me too. I really liked Kimmy. Nice smile. Her slut girlfriend deserved what she got, but she didn’t deserve Kimmy.” Dane was about to give another apology but he spotted a very extravagantly dressed gentleman in a pin-striped suit and a black chinchilla coat, smoking a cigar and strutting a glorified look of self-importance. The man wore an excessive amount rings on each finger and his graying hair was slicked back to the nape of his neck. Despite his short, stocky, and aging appearance, a group of scantily clothed women escorted him to his booth at the back of the room where he was served brandy by a curvy waitress who wore all the necessary pieces of the uniform except for a bra, so her pink nipples stood erect in the smoky air. The bartender rolled her eyes.
“Mario Alfano. Biggest mafia lord of Cinder City and comes here regularly to see our best girl, Vixen. She’s got him wrapped around her fingers, though I don’t know how she does it; he’s a prick.”
It struck Dane when he heard Vixen’s involvement with the mafia lord the precinct has been trying to nail for years now, but it also made him wonder just what kind of show she must have put on in order to gain his attention. He hoped to see her out on the floor just serving drinks in that lingerie she had been wearing outside but it seemed that wasn’t the case. He drew his attention back to his drink and waited for the blonde onstage to finish up her sensual dance and go home safely.
Vixen stood backstage behind the heavy, royal blue curtain that separated her from the horny crowd of men who sat with erections in their pants, stinking of liquor and cigars. They watched with hungry eyes as Chloe’s fair skin was revealed little by little as she removed the skimpy white lace lingerie from her lithe form and groped her tiny breasts and inner thigh, all in time with the sultry rock music blasting from the speakers surrounding the spacious club. Her smooth ivory skin glittered as it reflected the bright pink stage lights as she slid her small hands up her body into her thick, wavy blonde hair, rocking her hips back and forth, grinding the imaginary man beneath her on her knees which were spread apart, and revealing her bare, waxed womanhood. The men leaned forward in their seats, nearly in pain from the hardness in their pants as they imagined themselves beneath her gyrating hips, being milked for all they were worth. One man even went far enough as to put his hand in his pants and touch himself with abandon. He could go ahead; the club had no rules against it other than they couldn’t make a mess that they couldn’t clean up.
Chloe began working herself to a climax without any kind of stimulation other than the mere thought of someone working her to a head-spinning orgasm. She threw her head back in ecstasy as she let out a shrill cry and finally gave out, falling to her side as her fingers mindlessly slid across her bare breasts. The man in the audience climaxed in his pants. The rest took long drags on their cigars, gulped down the rest of their drinks, and tapped wildly on their tablets as the skimpily dressed waitresses served more rounds.
The music sank into a slower, sexier tempo as Vixen strutted out onto the stage, her high-heeled stilettos making sharp, prominent clicks as she swung her hips. The men’s eyes followed her every move and traced every gorgeous curve of her curvaceous form, completely forgetting the elf-like figure lying on the stage. She approached the girl and bent over at the hips to reach down and grab the luscious blonde hair atop Chloe’s head. Chloe moaned in response and opened her eyes slowly. When she saw Vixen’s bright green eyes winking and full red lips twist up in a crooked smile, her heart skipped a beat and she rose immediately to her feet, never breaking eye contact. Vixen led her over to the wooden table at the center of the stage, still grasping a handful of Chloe’s hair. Chloe laid on her back as Vixen released her hair and kissed her sensually, sliding her hands up the sides of the elf’s smooth thighs, finally groping her taut but firm ass. A soft squeak escaped from Chloe and Vixen continued exploring her body with her hands and lips, kissing her stomach, breasts, hips, thighs, and back up to her mouth. The girl moaned with anticipation as did the audience who drooled unconsciously at the scene before them.
Vixen thrived on the raw sensuality within the room and it pushed her further as she bit and scratched at her victim who cried wildly with passion. Having this job helped her gain her skills at seduction, a great trait to have as an assassin. At this point, she could send anyone –and really, anyone- to a numbing state of unfiltered euphoria once she pressed the right pressure points. She could also kill someone just as easily. Exploring her sexuality was also another perk to her job at Femme; she was paid an exorbitant amount of cash in only one hour on stage and she could spend that hour practicing her seduction and letting others practice on her, even though most could hardly ever cause enough moisture between her legs to mean anything. She still put on a good show so as not to upset any of the audience or management, and especially Mario Alfano, the mafia lord who obsessed over her night and day. She needed him to so as to keep him close for when the time was right…
Chloe moaned again, panting heavily and breaking into a sweat. At least she can enjoy this, thought Vixen. Chloe had been one of the many who tried to get even a moan out of her and failed. The assassin envied the girl just a little for being able to get lost completely in the pure physical pleasure of stimulation unlike her who couldn’t risk letting her guard down for the slightest second. The girl could even work herself to an orgasm without being touched! Vixen hadn’t even experienced an orgasm in her life on account of selfish lovers and inexperienced fools who half-hazardly fumbled around trying to do things they thought she enjoyed. Still, she committed fully to pleasing the elf, sliding her tongue over her pink little clitoris and inserting her fingers into her tiny opening. Chloe moaned deeply and gripped the edges of the table tightly and arched her back dramatically. Vixen moved her fingers faster, coating them with the girl’s sweet essence as she continued to flick her tongue over her sex button. She then inserted her tongue fully into Chloe’s wet hole, causing the girl’s eyes to roll into her skull and the audience gave a round of applause. It didn’t take long after that for Chloe to orgasm loudly and black out completely on the wooden table. Vixen lapped up the remaining juices and signaled the other girls waiting backstage to carry Chloe to the wings and revive her.
Turning to the audience who were on their feet with loud applause, Vixen raised an eyebrow and gave a mischievous smile. “So who’s next, huh?” she shouted. The crowd became incredibly rowdy as they raised their glasses to be chosen for anything she had in mind. Vixen stepped offstage into the audience and looked around for her next victim, carefully avoiding Mario to fuel his jealousy and intensity of his infatuation. She also avoided the men who wreaked of semen, leaving a scarce amount left. Sitting at the bar staring right at her with a raised eyebrow was the man she ran into outside. He seemed to be studying her but also challenging her at the same time. Vixen took the challenge and wordlessly strode up to him, taking his hand in hers and pulled him to the stage. Dane followed willingly with his eyes on the cinnamon-toned female tugging him along as the men and Mario bore daggers into his back with their eyes. Their unspoken jealous threats were like razor blades on his flesh but he followed anyway.
A single chair had been brought out onto the stage and Vixen pushed him down into the seat as she slowly circled him, trailing her fingers along his strong shoulders and sharp jaw line. Just touching him sent a strange, exhilarating jolt of an unknown energy throughout her body and, for the first time, she could feel the excitement coil in her stomach and work its way lower. She had felt this the moment she collided with him in front of the club. Even recovering from the encounter, she couldn’t get the image of his beautifully tanned skin, deep brown hair, and almost luminescent hazel eyes out of her mind. Touching him and proving for herself that he was tangible and living thrilled her and scared her at the same time. He could be a distraction, leaving her open and vulnerable to any attackers while she had her guard down. He could even be an enemy himself! She tried to fight for some stability within her thoughts but in a split second he had gained control and grabbed her inner thigh to pull her into his lap so that she straddled him. Vixen gasped, startled at is speed and furious at herself for leaving an opening. They stared into each other’s eyes intensely, Vixen with a hard grimace at her new-found opponent and Dane with a hint of amusement.
Intent on not being the victim of this situation, Vixen began to take control and grind her hips to the rhythmic beats pumping from the speakers. She slid her hands over his shoulders and around his neck where she pressed lightly, releasing endorphins into his body that made him groan quietly as he closed his eyes and let out a long exhale. “Cheater,” he grunted, and Vixen gave a smug grin as she continued to grind against him. The victory didn’t last long as Dane grabbed her hips firmly and applied pressure to either sides of her lower back, successfully releasing endorphins into Vixen’s body and forcing the first ever honest moan from her lips as she tilted her head back in ecstasy. Her moan was followed up with a gasp as Dane thrust his hips up once then slowly ground himself into her as she had done before. He continued to work his hands over her body; pushing buttons she never knew existed that could send her into a fit of moans and cries of physical bliss.
Backstage, Chloe had fully revived in time to see the stranger make Vixen moan for the first time, an achievement Chloe had tried time and time again to fulfill. Vixen had been nice enough to let her keep trying but it seemed futile to try and fail endlessly. It was like the woman was either truly made of glass with no nerve cells at all or Chloe was the absolute worst lover on the planet. All she really wanted to do was bring the goddess pleasure, to gain some kind of approval from the woman she spent endless nights fantasizing about. The moments they had on stage were the best moments of her life, casting a glowing, euphoric light on the bleak darkness she ran away from years ago. Being pleasured by Vixen was greater than all the sex and drugs her old life had to give, greater than all the highs combined from two year’s worth of heroine. Chloe wanted to prove her love by giving Vixen something that no one else could, and she couldn’t even do it, but this man that she straddled onstage now could and she glared with murderous jealousy at him, clawing his eyes out with her mind. She felt a pang of sadness as she looked upon Vixen’s beautiful coffee skin glowing with sweat as her eyebrows furrowed with the concentration of a woman reaching her climax. Angry tears escaped the rims of her waterline, dragging black eyeliner down with it across her cheeks as she watched Vixen reach her first climax without so much as a touch from the stranger.
“Are you alright, Chloe?” asked Gemma, a British redhead who more-or-less gave everyone the same general degree of politeness. Chloe shot daggers at her and Gemma continued to warm up for the next act without another word. Vixen stumbled backstage past the dancers to sit in a foldout chair by the tree lights on the side of the stage. The girls watched her with wary smiles on their faces. Finally, one spoke up.
“Look who just had their first orgasm, ladies!” shouted Fo, a freckled dancer with a dark pixie cut.
“Vixen’s all grown up!” teased Roxie, another dancer with choppy, dirty blonde layers. Vixen, still recovering, just gave a weak grin and rolled her eyes.
“Who was that guy and what in bloody hell did he do to make you cum?!” asked Gemma with amazement. They were all curious to know since they had all tried and failed themselves to get such a reaction.
“He touched me,” Vixen panted heavily with hooded eyes. The girls looked at each other, dumbfounded.
“Well, fuck me!” exclaimed Gemma with frustration. The group laughed, even Vixen who had her eyes closed as she leaned back in the chair to catch her breath, but Chloe stood still and silent with her tiny hands balled into fists, nails digging into flesh.

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A quick and kinky lesbian fantasy!

This is the first story I’ve ever written so give me your honest opinions and tips

“Finally! So close to being with her! All alone for as long as we please. I can imagine how this will turn out and I REALLY like it.” I thought to myself and giggled somewhat naughtily. Laying back my head I said to myself and scratching behind my ears I thought, “Ooooh, it’s driving me crazy just thinking about it!” as I closed my shockingly ice-like blue eyes and my petite paw-hands wondered to my high, perky, firm, round tits around a C1/2-cup, fondling them, playing with the fur, and pinching my nipples gently. My hands then betrayed me and started slowly roaming down my smooth stomach fur, then ever so gently along each hip bone making me shiver in pleasure. Slowly, my hands pushed my blanket down exposing my petite, thin, but healthy, hour glass figure. My fur glistened in the light. My right paw continued it’s path while my left returned higher to my right breast, massaging it while tweaking the nipple and gently tugging the fur. Meanwhile, my other paw slid further down to start making gyrations on my clit. As a small moan snuck out from between my lips I thought, “Oh God! I can’t wait till she gets here!” Then my paws betrayed me further as my middle finger slid in and out of my tight, wet little pussy. Then my finger slowly glided in and out, gradually increasing in intensity, as my other paw grew rougher with my breast and I dug my claws in some. Now my body was starting to tingle and tense with pure pleasure and anticipation for what could only mean one thing…
“NO!!!” I blurted aloud, accidentally, as I sat straight up and jerked my hands away from myself, planting them on the bed to either side of me. “Can’t cum until she gets here. She would not be pleased.” I mumbled as my eyes wandered to my closet. “But teasing wouldn’t be all bad. Be good and wet for her. That would please her very well.” I thought as I headed over to the closet, tail high up just as she liked it, careful not to trip on my chain, and glanced at the clock and sighed, “Just 1 hour” then opened the door. There sat a large wooden chest. I had designed it with leather and wood working just for this. It was covered with intricate designs carved into the wood of the chest with leather strips wrapping over the top and linking to intricately designed buckles on the front that held it closed. “The greatest idea ever, that’s what will be used. Just can’t get on it yet, but it can be prepared.” A grin spread across my face as I chose the pieces I wanted.
Walking over to it, I adjusted the mount for the harness down to a comfortable place to where I could set it up and get in place when he got here. I put the best chastity type belt in place and locked it in then slid the dildos in, screwing them into place. Then I tugged on the bars for her to hold, if she wished, to make sure they were firmly installed and wouldn’t pull out when she got rough. Didn’t budge a bit. So, I applied the lube to the back one and put a little on the tip of the front one. I slid the bullet in place, switch exposed through the opening in the leather. Then put all the remotes in their places by her chair where she would like them. The remotes were labeled: Bullet, Pussy, Ass, and then just a cute but kind of naughty smiley on the other. This was the second remote for the height adjustments and also had an unknown button on it. Mounting all the shackles in place, I opened them then placed the keys over by his chair as well. Then, I got the cock gag out and put it in place on the wall so that it just needed lifted and fastened into place. Next, the chair was turned to be facing the contraption I installed while she was gone. “OH! In case she wants these!” I put the nipple/clit clamps, their remote, the playtime-whip, and the blind fold by her chair as well. Then I stepped back and looked at my masterpiece. As I stared, I got so wet that it started soaking my thighs just from looking at it. “Well… I suppose I could go ahead and put the clips on it’s only…” I looked at the clock, “…like ten minutes till she gets here. I must hurry when she gets here…Or, I could get started now.”
“Hmm, how to do this without help?” After some contemplating I decided I should start with the simple things. I picked up the clamps by the meeting of the three chains and held it there while attaching it with my other hand to the right places, moaning a little as each attached. Next came the hard part. I walked over and turned to face the room and attached the shackles to my feet then slowly slid onto the dildos, careful not to go to fast no matter how difficult it was. My eyes rolled back as I felt the two cocks fill both of my holes and moaned a little. By this point I was already soaking the leather of the belt with my juices. I fastened it around me, feeling the bullet that was turned off press against my clit and labia. Then I grabbed the switch that dangled from the wall and held the cord in my teeth as I wrapped the gag around my neck so it just needed moved into place. This gag was special made as well. It too had a dildo in it but just snapped in, easy to take out of the gag, but, this gag would hold my mouth open after it was removed so she could do whatever she pleased. Thinking about this only made me even wetter. I shackled my tail to the wall then reached up and put my right hand in place, locking the shackle…
The sound of the back door closing echoed in my head as I nearly came from knowing she was close. I quickly raised the contraption to be lifting me off the ground, pulling the chains of my leg shackles taught as my usual ankle chain dangled intertwining with it. Then I pulled the chains for my wrist shackles so that they would be taught as well and locked them in place. Next, I slid the gag in my mouth and down my throat and hooked it on the proper wall adjustment to hold my head in place. I quickly got my left hand up and semi-closed the shackle as the door swung open and Mistress walked into the room. She looked at her favorite chair immediately confused, then the labeled remotes, then she saw me… little me all strung up, naked, full, and waiting.

To be continued in…
Chapter 2: The Fun Begins

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My second addition

After my first time with Brandi and Heidi i was sexually obsessed. Always sizing up girls and guys wondering how it would feel to have sex with them. I searched the web for diffrent ideas, positions and anything i could find out. After about a year of this threesome, my aunt came back to stay with us for a while, i found out that she had a vibrating dildo and decided i was going to steal it. I took it and locked it in my box of personal things. When confronted about it my aunt said i had a “massager” and now i cant find it and asked if i had seen it. I told her my mom had been cleaning up maybe she put it somehwere. She asked my mom and they argued i heard my mother say why would u have that in my kids room and asked my aunt to move out. I didnt feel bad about getting her kicked out.. I didnt like her much and besides i really wanted to try out the dildo i had read about it online and thought it was going to be awesome. That weekend i went to brandis house to spend the nite her parents were going to be gone all night and her 17 year old brother was going to be looking after us. He always blasted music in his room wich was downstairs and beign that brandi had a upstairs room we agreed we could get loud without him hearing us. I pulled out the dildo to show Brandi she gasped and asked are we really going to use that on each other i said i was definately going to use it but she didnt have to if she didnt want to. She said that she was really scared but she did want to do it. We examined it it had to be atleast 8 inches and very thick. It had switch at the bottom that made it vibrate. I was very anxious to get started. I was also very happy that it was just me and brandi she was my favorite and although i liked heidi i had more of a jones for Brandi. We began to kiss and undress, i began to lick her breast and rub her pussy it was getting real wet, she moaned my name that alone sent a chill up my spine, i felt like i could explode already. I pushed her back on the bed and began to lick between her legs and massaging her clit with my fingers. I heard in a low voice “siren” i plunged my tounge far into her swirling my tounge, licking the inside of her vaginal walls, she grabbed a handful of my thick curly hair as she moaned my name again. I felt her body tense then shake and i began to suck the juice out of her body now in a loud scream like tone i heard her say ” siren” again and again until she lost her breath. She layed there moaning a little i could feel the heat of her pussy so i drew back a little and blew some cool air on her pussy, and she shuddered. I got on top of her and kissed her. We kissed for a while then she told me she was ready. I Grabed the dildo told her to pull her knees up. I was honest and told her that it would hurt a little she said it was ok. We didnt have any lubercant so i sucked on it spit a little on it i knew her pussy was still real wet and decided she would be fine. I began to rub her clit with a finger while i pushed the dildo in just a little i asked how it felt she giggled and said “snug” i pushed a little bit further she gasped i felt a block i new it was her hymen “cherry”. She said it hurt i asked if she wanted me to stop she said no. I pulled back and then plunged the dildo back into her pussy she screamed. I seen a little blood come out but i continued to push into her then i drew back again and pushed in again another scream i didnt stop i kept thrusting the dildo forward, in and out of her tight wet pussy. Her screams weakened and then turned to moans. I turned the vibrator on and she began to moan and breathe heavily more than ive ever seen or heard from her. I had to kiss her i got up ontop of her my hand still holding and thrusting the dildo into her and i began kissing her. She bit on my lip hard that just made me thrust harder. I asked how it felt, she grunted out its amazing. I kissed her hard for a second. Then I went back down to her pussy this time i was upside down with my pussy in Brandis’ face she started licking me and as i thrusted into her and licked her clit. I felt her body tense under me, i knew what was comming. She screamed my name into my pussy i felt the vibrations. I reomved the vibrator and sucked all of her juices out. I told her to suck her cum off the dildo she did, and looked so sexy doing so. Afterward she said she couldnt believe how i made her feel. I held her close, i was feeling so proud that i was an 11 year old girl and i took a 12 year old girls virginity. We kissed again and again. She said that it was her turn to do me. As she worked her tounge magic on me i started to feel an orgasm comming and it wasnt long before i was cuming in Brandis mouth. She then put the dildo on the opening of my pussy she paused then burried it in side of me busting my hymen in one thrust. I screamed it hurt so bad. Brandi yelled im sorry baby, but i said it was ok i didnt want her to stop. She pulled it out and began licking my pussy a little before returning the dildo back inside of me. I kept thinking how amazing it was altough it hurt i enjoyed the pain. I told her to go harder and she did. She really fucked me good, so good that I called out her name many times i told her to come up and kiss me and she did. And there we were her thrusting a dildo inside of me while we kissed and i rubbed my tits. She must have felt my body tense because she hurried and pulled out the dildo and replaced it with her tounge. I jolted and grabbed her head and held it in place and i could feel my hot lava leak out of my body and into her mouth. It was amazing, we had really fucked each other. I pulled her up on top of me her face glistened with my juice. I pulled her down for a kiss. I licked her face and then let her up again, i grabbed her hips and told her to rock them, as i grind my hips to her motion. I reached up and grabed her tit with one hand and the other firmly on her hip, she had put a hand on my breast and caressed it. I could feel her cum leak out of her pussy and on to my pussy, it was sensational. I looked up at brandi and her face was tense and she looked so beautiful to me. She stopped and told me to get on top of her, we switched positions but didnt miss a beat , we grind together until we shared an orgasm. She collapsed on top of me and we shared a lingering kiss. After we caught our breath we decided to go down stairs to get food. We realized her brother had left, and we felt it was safe for us to take a shower together. We kissed in the shower but that was all we washed each other and went to bed wraped in each others arms. The next morning we talked about everything we did, how we felt, and decided not to tell Heidi. At this point i no longer wanted to be apart of the threesome. I told Brandi that i was in love with her and she said that she loved me to.

Heidi came over that day to hang. I guess she could feel the awkwardness she said whats going on you you guys are acting strange. We just shook our heads and said everything was fine.

About six months later Heidi moved away, it was sad to see her go but my wish was granted. Me and Brandi were the best of friends and lovers. Our parents thought it was so cute that we were so close. I thought it was cute how Brandi wrinkled her nose when i fucked her. Or how she now walked with a little looseness, i cant help to think i had something to do with that. No one ever suspected what was going on until one day, we had a sleep over and in the morning i was laying across Brandis’ stomach both of us had just panties and a T-shirt wich brandis was lifted up a bit so i was laying on her bare stomach, and my hand between her legs. Her brother came in, and said what are you guys doing? We were stunned both with fear and sleepiness as well as shock. We didnt know what to do he came in the room and said hey i wont tell. Brandi said you wont? And he said as long as you do what i say from now on. We looked at each other i know she didnt want to agree to that, but the terror of her parents finding out made her agree. He said good and walked out the door. We hugged but we were still paniced.

Brandis’ brother came to us one afternoon, he said remember when i said you would have to do what i say? We looked and were terrified.. I couldnt help to think that our carelessness got us into a sticky situation. He said he wanted me and Brandi to have sex, while his friends watched. He told his friends about us and they said they would pay him to watch. Brandi looked frantic, i was aroused, i told her that it would be fine if we had an audience. She reluctantly agreed. The next day after school we went to Brandis’ house Her brother had all his friends (15) in his basement bedroom, i could remember beign terrified but excited. We sat on the bed, i played with her hair for a moment to calm her. Then her brother spoke, one rule no touching the girls, everything else is fine oh and if you make a “mess” better make sure you clean it. I kissed Brandi on the neck? She wraped her arms around me, i whispered to her “just concentrate on me”. She started to pull my shirt off, then she un snapped my bra, and began sucking my boobs, i moaned, she switched to the other breast, i looked around at the guys, i seen a few starting to unzip there pants. I sat up, and started to undress Brandi. I pealed her tank top off, then her bra, i kissed and sucked on her breast, then licked my way down to her stomach, i kissed it, then un buttoned her jean shorts, i slowly pulled them down her long legs, then i put my mouth at the top of her panties, and with my teeth i pulled them down. I looked at Brandi her were eyes closed and she was breathing heavily, i heared Jason “Brandis brother” say oh i almost forgot i bought you two something. It was a strap on i was thrilled and i hoped we could keep it. I grasped brandis hand and began licking her pussy. I sucked and licked and swirled my tounge. I then pulled back and began to thrust my tounge inside of her. I then felt a hand on my shoulder i turned to see it was jason, he whispered to me “put the strap on give these boys a show” and he grasped my ass. Brandi was now looking up at me, i smiled at her and began straping the harnest to Brandi, i was going to put on one hell of a show. I climed on top of her stratling her backwards facing the boys, i lowered myself down, just about two inches then i paused before i slammed down on the strap. I began to bounce on it probably better than any grown woman could have ever done. I felt sweat dripping from my head making my hair stick to my face, Brandi grabed onto my hips, i loved her touch, as i slid my tight dripping wet pussy up and down on the plastic pole i watched as all the guys except jason stroked there dicks, some where big and some were small, a few shot out before we were close to finished. I felt victorious after every one of the shot off there loads. I Turned around back to my Brandi, she had a dirty smile on her angelic face, i had to kiss her, i kissed her hard, then worked my way to her breast, i sucked her tits until i felt my body tense up, i felt my body go hot then numb all i could do was uhhh owwww i screamed, i yelped. Brandi heled onto my hips for a minute before i started to get up, i felt my my cum pour from my pussy, something that never happened to me before. I collapsed! Jason hurried the boys out of his room, Brandi dressed, i still couldnt move, Brandi left the room i told her I would be out soon. After a few seconds Jason re entered the room. He said “you were amazing” i just smiled. He came close to me, he touched my stomach, i shuddred then he put his two fingers and slid them down my clit. I told him to stop he did and said “when your done fucking my sister come see me”. That made me a little turned on yet angry i quicky got dressed and left his room. We did this act a few times, more and more boys came. I remember watching jason watch me i was happy i knew it was a tease to him. I think it was his jealousy that made him stop the shows. I dont know for sure.. But i didnt worry to much about it, had Brandi thats all that mattered.

At school we did kick up some noise. We were two of the pretiest girls in school, each of us tall tanned, long thick hair, soft facial features, and a maturity about us. Maybe it was the looseness in our walks that made so many boys intrested in us. But we turned down even the most popular boys, that caused girls and boys to call us dykes and other cruel things. The end of our school year was approching and Brandi would be going to high school, and i would still be in junior high in the 8th grade. That made me feel terrible, to be alone without her. I know i would still see her after school and weekends but still.

We had an amazing summer. We swam rode bikes had lots of sex, everytime it would be just as great sometimes better than the previous. We went camping with my family, by this time i had 5 brothers and 1 sister so there was alot of us. Although we didnt have sex it was great just beign there with her.

When school started back, things changed Brandi felt pressured by the other girls at school to have a boyfirend, but she didnt want to not be with me any more. We had to come up with a solution.
And thats when we came up with the “cover up”

To Be Continued:

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The world’s first futa cuckolds the wife of the Russian president while he delivers one huge surprise!

The World’s First Futa – Futa’s Wild Presidency

Chapter Five: Futa’s First Russian Passion

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

April 17th, 2047

“It wasn’t a move I was expecting,” I said as I stared at the cameras. I shook my head. I still couldn’t quite believe it had happened. “President Demyan Ignatov caught me completely off-guard.”

“Is it safe to say that was the most surprising moment in your presidency?” Adelia asked, the caramel-skinned woman leaning forward, such interest in her eyes. She licked her lips.

“Definitely,” I said, shaking my head. “I can still remember that moment, coming down from my orgasm, and then getting punched in the guts. He orchestrated it so well. He knew just how to distract me.”

“Everyone knows how to distract you,” Adelia said, a big smile on her lips. “Pussy.”

“Pussy,” I agreed. “His wife and his sister’s pussy. How could I not be distracted?”

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August 17th, 2038

“I am so sorry that my husband is running late,” said Katerina, the wife of the Russian president. “Demyan had a pressing state matter come up.”

“I understand,” I said, smiling at the gorgeous brunette. She was a tall, fit, Russian beauty, her large breasts straining the champagne-hue gown she wore, the thin straps holding up the delicate dress. Her nipples were hard, her cheeks flushed. “It’s brave of him to leave you alone with me.”

“My brother is brave,” said the woman walking on my other side, her arm also entwined with mine.

Zinaida was her brother if he’d been cast into a feminine mold. A striking blonde with flashing, green eyes, her lips plump, her round breasts jiggling in the soft-blue dress she wore. They jiggled and shook in such interesting, distracting ways. She had my dick so hard.

“In here, we have prepared refreshments for you and your futa-daughters, Madam President,” Katerina purred. I always traveled with my daughters who advised me.

“Oh, please, Becky,” I said, grinning at them. “And I thought you and your sister-in-law were my refreshments.”

“Well, we could hardly satisfy you all ourselves,” purred Katerina as the pair of Russian guards opened the door. The two men looked like mirrors to my own secret service.

I groaned at the room we entered. The Kremlin was an impressive place. It had that nineteenth-century, European excess you saw in their palaces. Everything was gilded, the crown molding carved with such detail and insert with gold. The walls were painted striking colors, sometimes clashing, but always bold. He furniture was elegant, hand-carved, made of expensive materials not used in modern times.

In addition too all that finery, this room had five naked, young women. They all cooed and giggled as we swept in. My daughters groaned behind me. It wasn’t lost on me that there was one each for my futa-daughters I brought, a bevy of sultry delights for them to enjoy.

“I am going to love Russia,” Danielle moaned as she snagged a leggy brunette with teardrop-shaped breasts that swayed. The Russian girl giggled as Danielle pushed her down onto an ornate divan and fell on her, kissing her hard. “Shame Rebecca had to stay behind on this one.”

I nodded my head. Rebecca was back in Washington D.C. keeping on eye on the government for me. I trusted second-oldest daughter for that task.

My cock throbbed in my panties. I shivered, licking my lips. I loved sharing these little orgies with my daughters. Lola and her wife Jen grabbed a girl with dark-olive skin, her small breasts topped by upswept nipples. Lola took the right breast, her sandy-blonde hair falling over the Russian girl’s tit while Jen engulfed the left nipple, both sucking.

“Mmm, your daughters don’t waste time,” Zinaida purred as she pushed me towards a couch in the middle of the room, her fingers already undoing the buttons of my blouse while Katerina slipped off my blazer.

“Neither do you and your sister-in-law,” I moaned, my cock throbbing.

“We both want to be bred by you, Madam President,” husked Katerina.

“Ooh, Mom, this is going to be great,” Leah groaned as she pushed a blonde, Russian girl with high cheekbones down by the shoulders. He girl knelt before my daughter. Leah shook her head, her strawberry-blonde hair swaying. “Mmm, suck my futa-cock, slut.”

“Da,” the blonde Russian moaned.

“Yes, yes, I want you to do that, too,” Christina said as she took off her glasses. “What’s your name?”

“Toma,” a black-haired, Russian girl with a delicate nose and plump lips said. Her large breasts shook as she sank to her knees before my nerdy daughter. “I will suck your girl-cock much hard.”

“I like the sound of that,” Katerina said, unzipping my skirt while her sister-in-law opened my blouse, exposing my naked, round breasts.

“No bra,” moaned Zinaida. “Naughty.”

“You’re not wearing one, either,” I said, glancing down her blue dress, the fabric of her dress clinging to her round breasts.

“And ruin the look of my gown?” she said before she nuzzled in and sucked on my right nipple.

I groaned, my pussy clenching at the rush of pleasure shooting through me. My hips shook from side to side as the passion surged through me. My pussy clenched. A wave of heat washed through me that had me dizzy with delight. My eyes fluttered.

The president’s wife tugged down my skirt. She moaned, squeezing my rump through my panties. She tugged that off and kissed my butt-cheek. I shivered as the president’s wife smooched along my rump while her sister-in-law nursed at my right nub.

“Oh, Mom, this is awesome,” groaned Bethany. She already had her top off, her large breasts quivering as she held a brown-skinned, Russian beauty’s head to her stomach. The girl had short, woolly hair, her African heritage contrasting with my daughter’s pale skin. “It’s nice when someone else procures the girls.”

“Mmm, no temptations for you to pop their cherries before the orgies,” I said as Katerina nuzzled between my butt-cheeks. “Oh, my, President Ignatov has a wicked wife.”

Zinaida purred as she popped her mouth off my nipple. “Yes, she is wanton, isn’t she? Mmm, and your cock is out.”

The blonde Russian pulled off her dress, revealing her naked body beneath. She had round breasts topped by dusky-pink nipples. Her pussy was shaved, already glistening between her thighs. She winked at me, a smile on her lips.

“Just beautiful,” I groaned.

Her smile grew naughtier as she sank to her knees. She stared up at me with those green eyes that were so much like her brother’s. I smiled. This trip was going wonderfully. I couldn’t believe Ignatov offered up his wife and sister to me. I would breed them both.

I shuddered as the president’s wife fluttered her tongue against my asshole. She rimmed it, swirling her tongue around it while Zinaida kissed at the tip of my futa-cock. She nibbled on it with her plump lips, sending such pleasure rippling down to my pussy. My snatch clenched as the heat rippled through my body.

“Mmm, yes,” I moaned, my eyes growing dizzy.

“Yes, yes, eat her, Jen,” Lola moaned as she slid her girl-dick into her wife’s pussy. They already had one daughter, Rebecca, and I swear they wanted another. Lola had the chance to fuck Russian pussy and still found her way into Jen’s snatch. “Mmm, yes, yes, make her cum.”

“Yes!” whimpered the dusky-skinned beauty. She had the look of Siberia about her. “Oh, so good pussy eating! Get me ready for Lola’s big futa-cock!”

“Yes!” Lola moaned.

I shuddered, my body shaking. My daughters gasped and moaned around me as Zinaida slid her mouth over the tip of my cock and Katerina’s tongue wiggled into my asshole. This was so exciting. I was cuckolding Ignatov and fucking his sister all at the same time.

I loved being the world’s first futa.

Katerina’s tongue felt so naughty as it swirled through my asshole. The heat melted into my pussy. My juices flowed, already soaking my bush and dribbling out of me. My cunt squeezed every time Zinaida sucked. She moaned as she did, so hungry for my cum. Her hand pumped up and down my shaft, stimulating me, driving me wild.

“Yes!” I groaned. “I’m going to cum in your mouth then fuck you and your sister-in-law.”

“I want that,” moaned Katerina before she sucked on my asshole, her fingers stroking up my thighs towards my juicy cunt.

“Ooh, you naughty slut, Toma,” moaned Christina, her brown hair sweeping about her shoulders as she fucked the black-haired, pale-skinned beauty’s mouth. “Yes, yes, take my cock! Then I’m going to fuck your pussy!”

“Danielle!” squealed from the divan, my daughter fucking her beauty hard. I couldn’t see them, but the piece of furniture rocked.

“Yes, yes, yes, take my cock, Yaroslava!” moaned Danielle. “Your pussy is so tight! Mmm, tight, Russian pussy!”

“Big, American futa-cock!” Yaroslava moaned back.

My lust swelled. I loved that my daughters were having fun, and I had a hot mouth rimming my asshole and another sucking on my cock. Katerina’s fingers found my pussy, sliding up and down my snatch, adding a third delight, my dick throbbing in Zinaida’s pumping hand.

Katerina’s tongue wiggled into my asshole. A hot rush of pleasure fired right up to the tip of my futa-dick buried in her sister-in-law’s mouth. I moaned, Zinaida’s tongue sweeping around the crown, hungry for my cum to erupt into her mouth.

I smiled, my breasts jiggling. My blonde hair swayed around my shoulders. This was so exciting. My daughters moaned around me, enjoying their Russian whores. I was so glad they were getting pleasures, too.

“You Russians know hospitality,” I moaned.

“Mmm, we are cultured and refined,” purred Katerina between licks of my asshole.

“Yes, yes, I can tell!” I moaned, my pussy clenching on her fingers pumping in and out of my snatch. “Just keep stirring me up. I’m going to cum so hard. I’m going to flood Zinaida’s mouth with my futa-jizz.”

“Yum!” Katerina purred.

She pressed her mouth back into my asshole. She swirled her tongue around, dancing around it. I shuddered, my eyes widening. It was so hot to experience. My breasts quivered. My hips shook from side to side, loving this moment. The bliss of Zinaida’s nursing my cock while Katerina rimmed my sphincter.

The president’s wife jammed her tongue back into the depths of my bowels, reaching as far as she could. My pussy tightened on her pumping fingers. The silky friction built and built, increasing the pressure at the tip of my dick buried in Zinaida’s mouth.

I shuddered, my heart hammering in my chest. My orgasm swelled. My ovaries brimmed with futa-cum. I threw back my head and gasped out in rapture. My pussy convulsed, spasming about Katerina’s fingers. My asshole writhed.

“Drink my futa-cum!” I howled.

My girl-jizz erupted into Zinaida’s mouth.

The blonde, Russian beauty squeezed her green eyes shut. She moaned as my spunk splashed into her mouth. She gulped it down while sucking, her hand fisting up and down my cock, massaging out every drop of cum.

“Ooh, yes, Becky, flood her mouth!” moaned Katerina. “I want to share it with her!”

“Oh, that’s hot!” I moaned, the pleasure rushing through my mind.

“Yeah, it does!” Leah moaned. “I’m about to cum in Fedora’s mouth.”

I grinned at Leah, her round breasts quivering as she fucked her blonde, Russian tart’s mouth. Leah’s strawberry-blonde locks danced about her shoulders My orgasm peaked. My cum fired a final time into Zinaida’s mouth. Her cheeks bulged.

Then she popped her mouth off my cock and moved up to sit on the couch, her legs spread wide. Her shaved pussy glistened, her lips parting to show off her inviting depths. Katerina pulled her fingers out of my pussy and moved around me.

She pulled off her dress, winking at me. Like Zinaida, she wore no panties. The president’s wife had heavy tits, large and swaying. Her dusky-pink nipples thrust hard and fat. Her stomach was smooth. You’d never known they just had their second child.

With a wink, Katerina draped herself over her sister-in-law.

I groaned as the Russian president’s wife and sister made out on the couch, swapping my cum back and forth. My futa-dick throbbed so hard at the hot sight. I stroked it, wet with Zinaida’s mouth. Pussy juices ran down my thighs. My asshole tingled, remembering Katerina’s touch.

Zinaida was tasting my sour sphincter as she passed my cum into her sister-in-law’s mouth.

“That’s so hot!” moaned Leah. “Oh, Fedora, take my cum! Take every last drop!”

Bethany ripped her own futa-cock out of the brown-skinned, Russian whore’s mouth. “On your hands and knees, Arisha. I want to fuck that asshole!”

“Yes!” Arisha purred, her voice melodic. Her dark skin was so exotic in a room of Caucasian futas and women. My daughter’s girl-dick quivered wet before her.

My eyes flit from her lining up to sodomize Arisha to the president’s sister and wife kissing on the couch. Zinaida’s hands groped Katerina’s rump, squeezing and kneading the, pulling their pussies together to trib. Katerina’s brown bush rubbed into her sister-in-law’s shaved snatch.

Katerina moaned. She broke the kiss, arching her back. Her large, naked breasts quivering. Her sister-in-law cupped the left tit and brought it to her mouth. She sucked on it, her cheeks hollowing. Delight spread across the president wife’s face.

“Mmm, I love nursing,” Katerina groaned.

“Nursing…” Then my eyes widened. I stared at her other nipple, the dusky-pink nub beading with white now. “You gave birth three months ago.”

“Such a thrill to nurse. I’ve been looking forward to sharing my milk with you and Zinaida since my husband proposed we… entertain you.”

I couldn’t think. I could only lick my lips as I moved around her to sink on the couch beside her sister-in-law. My blonde curls, lighter hue of gold than Zinaida’s, brushed the president’s sister as I nuzzled into that fat, proffered nub.

I latched on, suckled.

Creamy milk flooded my mouth. I shuddered in delight. My eyes widened at the taste of her sweet breast milk. It splashed warm across the roof of my mouth and tongue. It coated everywhere. I suckled again, letting it fill my mouth before I swallowed.

It left an aftertaste of cantaloupe in my mouth.

I nursed again.

“Mmm, yes, yes, Becky,” moaned Katerina, “and Zinaida. Just drink my mother’s milk. Mmm, you’re both so naughty.”

My futa-cock throbbed as I nursed from the president’s wife. I squeezed her heavy tit hard, her milk squirting with more force into my mount. I shuddered, realizing I was milking her teat like an udder. My pussy ached as I squeezed and massaged her breast, drawing out more and more of her cum.

It spilled over my tongue. The wondrous cream made me shiver. My futa-cock twitched and throbbed. Such delight flowed through me. My eyes fluttered. I nursed with such passion. I suckled hard, gulping down more and more breast milk with every suckle.

“Such hungry girls,” moaned Katerina. “Mmm, especially you, Becky. Just a hungry futa-girl!”

I was.

My free hand slid down her back. I found her rump, kneading it as she nursed from me. Her ass flexed. She was still grinding her pussy into Zinaida, the pair tribbing as they enjoyed this wild treat. My fingers dug into Katerina’s rump, holding tight as I suckled with such passion.

“Yes, yes, ride my cock, Yaroslava,” Danielle moaned.

“Drink all my cum, Toma,” whimpered Christina.

“Yes, yes, Lyubov, cum on my wife’s mouth!” Lola howled.

“Cum in me, Lola!” Jen moaned.

Every swallow swelled the heat in my pussy. Every gulp made me ache and throb. I shuddered and groaned, my futa-dick throbbing. I had to be in her. I ached to feel the president’s wife around my cock. I tugged on her ass, pulling her to me.

She didn’t resist.

I kept nursing from her as she shifted off her sister-in-law and straddled me. Zinaida released her nipple, her green eyes smoldering as she watched Katerina straddle me. The president’s sister grabbed my cock and held it for the president’s wife to impale on my dick.

“Chyort!” Katerina moaned as she plunged her married pussy down my cunt.

The MILF rode me. I suckled harder on her nipples, her milk squirting into my mouth. My hand gripped her rump as she squirmed on me. Her hips stirred her cunt around my dick. The pleasure flowed through me, her breast milk warming my stomach.

Katerina’s married pussy worked up and down my girl-dick. I moaned about her nipple. Her milk gushed into my mouth. I squeezed her breast hard, milking her tit as she fucked my futa-cock with her tight cunt. Her silky flesh massaged me, the pleasure building and building in me.

“Such a tight ass!” Leah panted.

“You’re so big,” moaned Fedora. “Oh, Leah, you’re so big in my ass!”

I shuddered, my orgasm building so fast. I was so eager to breed the Russian president’s wife. Demyan Ignatov had led his country against me. He rallied against futanari, and now his wife was my whore and his sister stroked my tits.

“Mmm, you’re going to breed my sister-in-law, aren’t you?” Zinaida coed while Katerina rode my cock. “Just cuckolding my brother.”

“She is!” whimpered Katerina. “I can’t believe Demyan wanted this! He told me to! He begged me to cuckold him and be bred by you! I didn’t hesitate! I wanted you! Every woman in Russia secretly wants you!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” gasped Zinaida. Then she latched onto my nipple, suckling on it while I nursed at her sister-in-law’s fat nub.

More milk splashed into my mouth. It filled me. I felt drunk on it. I gulped it down with such passion. Silky pleasure worked up and down my cock. I groaned and whimpered, the pleasure building and building in my ovaries.

The heat of her milk warmed my belly and flowed to my cunt. My snatch drank it up, feeding it to my ovaries. The ache built and built at the tip of my cock, that mighty need to explode swelling and swelling in me.

“Now lick my wife’s pussy clean, Lyubov!” Lola moaned. “I pumped her full of my cum!”

“She did!” Jen gasped. “She wants to have another baby! She might have bred me.”

“Maybe she breed me, too,” Lyubov moaned.

“Only if I can keep you from Mom!” Lola gasped.

Jen squealed. “Yes, yes, lick up my cum. And Lola, honey, fuck her! Get your cock hard and fuck her. Make a Russian baby! Make two futa-daughters tonight!”

My cock throbbed in Katerina’s pussy. I would have to avoid Lyubov. I wanted my granddaughter to grow in her womb. That was so hot. I suckled hard, my lusts on the verge of exploding through me. I groaned, suckling hard and…

No milk flowed.

“I’m dry!” moaned Katerina. “But other tit!”

“Yes!” I moaned, switching teats to the one wet with Zinaida’s saliva.

I tasted Zinaida on Katerina’s nub. I suckled, sweet cream flowed. It tasted just as rich and melony as her other breast. I shuddered, the heat building in me. The president’s wife rode me so fast and hard. I groaned, the pressure building and building in me.

Zinaida stopped sucking my nipple. She nuzzled up to my ear and hissed, “Breed my sister-in-law! Then breed me! Utterly cuckold my brother!”

I squealed around Katerina’s nipple and erupted.

My cock fired into her depths. I nursed at her breast milk, gulping it down as my futa-cum spurted over and over into her fertile depths. She slammed down my cock, moaning out in bliss. Her pussy convulsed. Her hot cunt spasmed, massaging my cock.

Pleasure hammered in to my mind. A mighty flood of euphoria swept over me. This great tide of bliss that had me gasping and moaning. I squeezed my eyes shut, the pleasure melting my mind. Waves washed out of my convulsing snatch. My juices squirted out of my cunt as her pussy milked my cock dry of my futa-cum.

“President Becky, yes!” moaned Katerina. “You are bringing Russian and the U.S. so close together! You make a baby in me!”

“Yes!” Zinaida hissed. “Now it is my turn.”

I took a final suckle from Katerina’s breast, my mind reeling from the bliss. I nodded my head. “I’ll breed you, but only if you lick my cum out of your sister-in-law’s snatch.”

“I have never eaten pussy before, but I will devour hers,” moaned Zinaida. “I will eat my brother’s wife and make her cum again while you breed me.”

“Yes!” I grinned.

“Ooh, you are a naughty futa,” moaned in the background. “First you cum in my butt and now you lick me clean.”

“I’m just nasty that way,” Leah moaned. “And you have such a cute butt, Arisha.”

I groaned as the president’s wife slipped off my cock. The brunette stood, her bush matted with my cum leaking out of her. Her heavy breasts swayed and jiggled as she stretched out on the couch, leaning against the arm rest.

“We are running this couch,” she moaned. “The Romanovs commissioned it over a hundred years ago.”

“Price of diplomacy,” I panted, standing up.

“You Americans have no depth to your history,” she panted. “You don’t appreciate it at all.”

“I appreciate the present.” I grinned as Zinaida settled between her sister-in-law’s thighs. “And the present is a work of art.”

Katerina gasped as Zinaida feasted. The president’s wife ground on her sister-in-law’s mouth, those large tits jiggling. Katerina’s eyes fluttered and she let out a throaty groan. Her head arched back, her brown hair dangling off the side of the couch.

“Zinaida,” panted Katerina. “Oh, yes, yes, you are so eager. For Becky’s cum, or my pussy?”

“Maybe both,” Zinaida purred, wiggling her hips.

I smiled, taking a moment to survey the room. Lola was fucking dusky-skinned Lyubov now while the Siberian beauty feasted on Jen’s creampie. Christina was on top of Toma, pumping away, driving her cock deep into her. The divan still rocked, but this time I could see Yaroslava’s head, her brown hair swaying, as she rode Danielle. Leah still feasted on Fedora’s asshole, licking out her own cum, and Arisha moaned as Bethany fucked her from behind, my daughter’s golden-blonde dancing about her face.

I grinned, so glad my futa-daughters were enjoying themselves as I settled behind Zinaida.

Her shaved pussy beckoned. It begged to be filled by my futa-cock. She wanted to be bred. My futa-dick dripped with her sister-in-law’s pussy juices. I grinned, so loving this moment. It was so hot. I was so glad I was the first futa-president.

The first futa.

“Fuck her!” moaned Katerina. “Breed her. I want to be pregnant with her. It will be proof to my husband that we obeyed him.”

“Just a good wife fucking the world’s first futa,” Zinaida said. “And letting me eat her snatch.”

Katerina gasped, “Zinaida, yes, yes, wiggle that tongue in me!”

I smiled. Moans echoed around me. Passion burned through the Kremlin. I pressed my cock against Zinaida’s hot, shaved snatch. Her juicy vulva rubbed against me. Pleasure shot down my shaft to my own cunt, my cream running down my thighs.

I rammed into her snatch. I filled her pussy to the hilt. My tits heaved. She moaned into her sister-in-law’s snatch. I grinned, grabbing her hips and pumping away. My crotch smacked her rump, my blonde hair bouncing about my shoulders.

“I’m going to breed you both!” I moaned, thrusting away so hard. “You’re going to give birth to Russia’s first futa-daughters!”

“Yes!” Katerina moaned, her hand squeezing her big tits. Milk dribbled from the right one, not completely drained. “We shall! Fuck my sister-in-law! Pump your futa-cum in her!”

I shuddered, thrusting away so hard while Zinaida licked. I couldn’t see what the blonde did to her sister-in-law, but Katerina loved it. Pleasure crossed her face. She kept gasping and moaning. The sight was so inspiring.

It kept me fucking my cock hard into Zinaida’s cunt. I plowed into her with powerful strokes. I filled her to the brim again and again. My futa-dick rejoiced. Her tight snatch, her silky embrace firmer than her sister-in-law’s, massaged my futa-dick.

The pressure ached at the tip.

“Oh, yes, take my cum!” Christina moaned.

“Ooh, you’re pumping so much into me,” moaned Toma. “You’re filling my pussy.”

“And you know what the best part is?” moaned my nerdy futa-daughter.

“What?”

“I get to lick all my yummy cum out of you!” Christina gasped.

“Yes!” hissed Toma.

“Your daughters are so kinky!” moaned Katerina. “They will transform Russia.”

“We’ll see!” I gasped, thrusting away hard at Zinaida’s pussy.

Her hips wiggled. She stirred her pussy around my cock, teasing me. I groaned, the pressure building and building in me. I was coming closer and closer to erupting. To spilling my cum into her hot depths. This wonderful bliss built in my ovaries.

I had more fertile cum just aching to burst into her snatch. I would breed her. I pictured President Ignatov escorting his wife and sister to events, both pregnant with my futa-daughters. Proof to his nation that I had utterly cuckolded him.

That he offered me up his wife and sister to be my whores.

“Yes, yes, yes! I’m going to fill you with so much jizz!” I howled, driving hard into Zinaida, coming closer and closer to erupting.

“Danielle!” Yaroslava howled, her head throwing back while the divan shook. “You’re shooting so much cum into me!”

“I am! Ooh, god, yes! I want you to sit on my face and suck my cock hard once I finish!”

“You futas loving eating your own cum out of pussy!” moaned Katerina.

“We do!” I gasped. “I’ll lick Zinaida clean.”

I reached around Zinaida and frigged her clit as I pounded her cunt. Her bud, covered in her cream, throbbed. Then her pussy went wild about my futa-dick. Her flesh spasmed and writhed. I groaned, loving that delight. It sucked at me. My pussy clenched. The pleasure surging down my shaft.

“Yes!” I howled and buried in her.

“Breed her, Mom!” moaned Bethany as she fucked Arisha hard from behind. “Breed the president’s sister!”

I exploded.

My futa-cum pumped into Zinaida’s cunt. Her orgasming pussy milked my cock. She worked out all the jizz. It spurted over and over into her fertile depths, my second Russian woman bred of the evening. Dizzying lust washed through me. Stars burst across my eyes.

My pussy convulsed, celebrating this triumph of my foreign policy. I rubbed Zinaida’s clit hard, her pussy convulsing with such passion around my dick. She squealed into her sister-in-law’s snatch, the antique couch groaning beneath us.

“Oh, Becky, you’re breeding her, aren’t you?” groaned Katerina.

“I am!” I panted, growing dizzy with lust. “Ooh, I like how you Russians welcome visiting heads of state. Such a friendly welcome.”

Katerina smiled at me.

Zinaida’s pussy milked my cock dry. I leaned back and sat down on the couch, my dick popping out of her. My shaft waved wet while her cum leaked out of her in a hot flood. I licked my lips, so eager to lap up my jizz.

“Cum in me, Lola!” howled Lyubov.

“Breed her, honey!” moaned Jen.

“Ooh, yes, yes, my cum taste so good out of your pussy,” moaned Danielle. “Ooh, yes, suck on my dick, Yaroslava!”

“That was incredible,” Zinaida groaned.

“It was,” Katerina said, stretching and standing.

“Everything is going great,” I purred, buzzing from my orgasms. I glanced at Zinaida, eager to lick her clean.

Then Katerina saunter to a small table, her hips swaying. I watched her, cocking my head. What was she up to? Something naughty, I hoped.

She grabbed the remote. The TV in the corner was the only part of the richly decorated room that didn’t fit the nineteenth-century, Romanov architecture of the Kremlin. She turned it on and smiled.

“Perfect timing, Becky,” she said, turning around. “My husband is making his announcement.”

“Announcement?” I frowned.

“Mmm, yes, this is perfect,” purred Zinaida, her fingers playing with her messy snatch.

Her husband was on there. I frowned as English subtitles played at the bottom of the screen, translating his Russian. Katerina returned to the antique couch and snuggled back up to me. Her hand grasped my wet cock, stroking it while Demyan’s sister rubbed at my pussy.

“What is going on?” I asked, blinking. “Your husband is making a speech about…” I frowned, reading the words, the sounds of gasping and moaning from my futa-daughters, who were still enjoying themselves, fading as an unease settled into my stomach. “Is he talking about me?”

“It is because of President Woodward that I have made this decision,” the subtitles read, appearing in stuttering blocks of white text. “I had wished to lead the Russian peoples to greatness, but I am not capable of negotiating with President Woodward’s futa-perversity. She would use my darling Katerina against me.”

“Mmm, yes, you would,” Katerina purred, rubbing her belly. “Such a wicked futa.”

“She is,” Zinaida said. She brought cum-covered fingers to her mouth and sucked my girl-jizz off of them.

I ignored them, my stomach sinking. All my daughters were distracted. He sent his wife and daughter to keep me busy while he made his move.

“This is why I am resigning the position of president effective immediately. My entire cabinet has already delivered their resignation to the parliament save for Konstantin Markov. It falls to him to guide our country into its future. Only he can make the decision for the good of our people.”

“Who the fuck is Konstantin Markov?” I demanded. “Christina!”

“Hmm,” my brunette daughter asked, lifting her face from between Toma’s thighs. My daughter looked strange without her glasses on. She had pussy juices smeared over mouth along with white streaks of her own cum. “What’s going on, Mother?”

“Who is Konstantin Markov?” I asked while Zinaida and Katerina both giggled in delight. I stood up, abandoning them pair as they snuggled together.

I hated being fucked with.

“He’s…” Christina blinked. “Um… He’s the Minister of Sport, Tourism and Youth Policy. He’s as junior as it gets in President Ignatov’s cabinet.”

“Well, the rest of the cabinet and the president just resigned,” I said. “He just got promoted. Who is he? What’s he like?”

“He’s a man of focus,” a deep voice said.

I whirled around to see a tall, black-haired man in a dark suit enter. He stood with powerful, regal bearing, his cheekbones prominent. If I was into men, I would find him handsome. He had a smile that reminded me of George Clooney.

“A man who loves Russia,” he continued, stepping over Danielle writhing with her whore. “A man who will not let you destroy his nation. If you will follow me, Madam President.”

I set my jaw and marched after him, naked. Christina swallowed and rose, but I waved her off. There was no time for a briefing now. The Russians thought that they could ambush me, to change the person in power and throw me off-balance. I wouldn’t let it happen. I would rise to the occasion and figure out how I could use my futaness against President Markov. A man this handsome had to have a wife. Maybe even mistresses.

I could use that against him. Every man ached to witness me breed their women. He would have that itch at the tip of his cock. I could use that. I smiled as he opened the door into a side room, a pair of chairs around a marble coffee table. A tray with two shot glasses and a bottle of vodka with a green label rested in the middle of the table.

“Shall we negotiate?” he said as he took his seat and grabbed the bottle of vodka.

I nodded my head. “So Ignatov had the balls to serve up his wife to me and then step down so I couldn’t use her against him.”

“He is a patriot,” Markov said as he poured the vodka into the two shot glasses. He handed me one.

I took it.

“Za zdaróvye,” he said, raising his in a toast.

“Za zdaróvye!” I repeated, trying not mangle the words. Then I downed it. The vodka was smooth, crisp. I let it warm my belly. “Why you?”

“Why do you think?” he asked.

“Because you knew my staff wouldn’t care about some junior cabinet member. You’re like my Secretary of Housing. A nobody, but a nobody still in the line of succession.”

“True.”

“You thought that if I didn’t care about you, I couldn’t arrange to meet your wife and seduce her.” I licked my lips. “Mmm, I couldn’t spread her thighs and slide my cock into her pussy. I couldn’t fuck her hard until she gasped and exploded on my futa-dick.”

“True,” he said then held up his left hand. No gold band encircled his ring finger. “Alas, I am not married.”

I shrugged. “You are young and handsome. You have a girlfriend. A lover.”

“Do I?”

I leaned forward, my futa-cock throbbing. “Of course you do. Some sexy, young Russian delight. Imagine how cute she will be gasping on my futa-cock. How hot it will be to witness me firing my cum into her depths. She’ll be nice and juicy for you when you take her after.” I licked my lips. “Women are always better lovers for their men after I’ve… enjoyed them.”

“Tempting,” he said. “But, still, no girlfriend. No mistress.”

“But you have a lover and…” My eyes widened. “You’re gay.” A pit yawned in my stomach. “That’s why you were chosen.”

“Yes, why I accept such a… trivial position,” Markov said. “Now, convince me that futas are great. That it is worth it to Russia to sign the Dubai Accords. You don’t get to use any of your tricks. You can’t make me ache to be cuckold. You can’t beat me in a fucking contest. Though you have a cock, the rest of you hold no attraction to me what so ever, and I know my lover will hold no attraction for you.

“So you have no games to play. No lust to use. Only your persuasion. Why are futas great?”

I swallowed, trying to gather my thoughts. “We bring people together. We unite them like never before. Love is such a potent force, and we spread it. Wherever we go, we bring more joy and happiness to the world. Imagine that, no wars. No suffering. No more genocide. Men and women couldn’t do that. But futas…

“We’re a union of the masculine and feminine. We can bridge the gap that has divided the sexes. Our passion makes us lovers. We won’t settle our differences through fighting, but through seduction.

“Through negotiation.”

He rubbed his hands together. “But you are going to make men disappear. I happen to like men. Why would I support that?”

“I’m not trying to make men extinct,” I protested.

“Doesn’t matter if you are trying, that will be the result. Futanari are supplanting men and women through breeding. I know that even your daughters breed only more futanari. In a few generations, every human being on the world will be your descendant. You are both the Adam and the Eve of a new species of human. Homo sapiens futanari.”

“I’m not replacing men and women,” I said. “I’m combining them.”

He snorted. “The end result is the same. A world without men.”

“A world of only one gender. It’ll be the end of all sort of bigotry.” I leaned forward. “I know Russia legalized homosexuality, but you still can’t marry your partner. You still are looked down upon, yes? Called a… pedik? A faggot.” I winced at saying that disgusting word.

He shifted.

“Well, when there’s only one gender, there won’t be any bigotry over anything as petty as who likes sticking what into what hole. No one will be homophobic then. No one will care who you like to fuck. You like to love.

“It will be true equality. A world united in a way never before possible. That’s what I want.”

He poured himself another shot of vodka, downed it, his eyes boring into mine.

“I just want to unite the world.” I shifted. “You can help us, President Markov, or your country can be the only nation left out of this future. Russia may be the largest nation in the world, but can you survive everyone else in a union against you. Can your keep borders that large free of any futanari slipping in, of bleeding through them.

“No border is secure. They all are porous.”

“We can survive,” he said. “We can protect ourselves.”

“Can you?” I didn’t like playing hardball, but he had to understand. “How long until us futas breed you out? Before you country is destabilized by having no trading partners. What will you do if you have a bad harvest? How long before your country has no choice but to join what I’ve built.”

He worked his jaw.

“You know it’s happening. Slovenia fell. How long before Ukraine? Before Estonia and Lithuania? Before Poland? Will Azerbaijan stay loyal to you, or see the way the world is shifting. And Uzbekistan? Can you trust them not to defect. Why, their president has a beautiful wife, and I am traveling there next…”

“Your point?”

“That you can have a seat at the table. You can help me direct it. You would have a voice for Russian in the future that I am creating. I don’t care about the past, about how things were between America and Russian in my childhood, earlier.

“I’m all about the future.”

I extended my hand across the table. “Will you join me, President Markov, or will you be left choking in our dust as history is made without you?”

“You have balls, President Woodward,” he said, eyes flicking up and down my naked body. “You truly will destroy Russian with this alliance, huh?”

“I will leave a united world for my daughters,” I said. “After all, I’m their Adam and Eve. Shouldn’t I do a better job than the originals?”

“You have my nuts in a vice,” he said. “I hoped you’d be weak without your cock, but…” He extended his hand. “I will accept a seat at the table. Progress cannot be stopped. It can only trample you into the mud.”

Our hands clasped. I knew then that I would do it. Unite the world. Create that future.

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April 17th, 2047

“That was it,” I said. “It still took another ten years from that handshake, but this January, it will happen. I couldn’t have done it without Konstantin’s help. He has proven invaluable to creating our united government. It’s been hectic. Getting all the countries to ratify it. All those various parliaments to support it, but the ink is signed.”

“You shall be the first president of the world,” Adelia said, shaking her head. “It’s not going to be easy.”

“No, it won’t,” I said, leaning back. “We’ll have a lot of work to do. It’s still fragile. People aren’t used to universal peace. But my futa-daughters are coming of age every day around the world. Hey will help bridge the gap. In fifty years, well, it’ll be a different planet.”

“Well,” Adelia said. “We’re almost out of time, but there is one story I am sure everyone wants to hear about. One event in your life thy are dying to hear you tell.”

I felt the audience fall into a breathless quiver of anticipation.

I smiled, nodding my head. “I would love to talk about that. It was in my second term, I was busy negotiating another flare up in the Middle East…”

To be concluded…

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Chapter 1

A New Adventure

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Vivian’s worn suitcase hit the floor of the Vienna International Airport with a thud, its contents a jumble of books, clothes, and treasured mementos from her past expeditions. The humid air clung to her skin as she stepped out of the terminal, her gaze drawn to the unfamiliar cityscape before her. Towering Gothic spires and grand, ornate buildings stood testament to the centuries of history that permeated the very essence of Vienna.This prestigious university had extended an invitation she couldn’t refuse; an opportunity to deliver keynote lectures on the latest findings in her field of anthropological studies.

Little did she know that the esteemed institution harbored secrets of its own, ones that would navigate the labyrinth of cobblestone streets, the weight of her research and the promise of new discoveries propelled Vivian forward. The past few years had been a whirlwind of academic triumphs and personal struggles, but the allure of uncovering the mysteries of human behavior kept her driven and focused.

As the aircraft’s wheels finally kissed the runway, a wave of relief washed over Vivian. The grueling journey from New York to Vienna was nearly over, and she could already imagine the refreshing shower and comfortable hotel room that awaited her. The driver, already at the ready, efficiently collected her luggage and guided her to the car. After the smooth ride into the city arriving at her hotel, Vivian changed into a crisp blouse and tailored slacks, the perfect attire for making a strong first impression at the conference.

To calm her suddenly jittery nerves, she sipped a glass of rich, full-bodied red wine. It had been a long time since she felt this level of anxiety – not since the devastating loss of her father just a few years prior. A strange, unshakable sensation took up residence in her chest, a feeling she had been so determined to ignore in the wake of her grief. But now, as she prepared to deliver the keynote lectures she had spent months meticulously preparing for, the hunch in her chest would not be dismissed. Vivian tried to push the inexplicable unease from her mind, focusing instead on the momentous occasion before her.

As Vivian gazed upon the Agatha Institution, her eyes widened in awe at the grandiose Gothic architecture that rose before her like a testament to the prestige and rich history it held. Only the most privileged students, offspring of influential officials, politicians, and intellectuals, were granted the opportunity to walk these hallowed halls, their minds shaped by the institution’s rigorous curriculum in arts, politics, criminology, science, and the complex tapestry of human history.The labyrinthine corridors were a marvel of marble and meticulously carved stone, the intricate details a feast for the eyes and a reminder of the centuries of accumulated knowledge that resided within every ancient wall. As Vivian and her escort ventured deeper into the institution, the very air seemed to hum with the weight of wisdom and power, its storied past whispering through the ornate carvings and polished surfaces.Larissa Hale, the imposing rector and partner of the institution, emerged from the throng of staff and students to greet Vivian warmly.

Larissa Hale, the principal and partner of the institution gave a cordial welcome to Vivían, who was shown to the conference room where the lecture will be presented, the room fully organized with the maximum capacity of students attending the anthropologist’s research presentation.

The stunning rector who is much taller than Vivian opens the event with a welcoming introduction.

“Please welcome Ms. Setterberg, one of the greatest researchers of human behavior defined from a unique perspective, her new studies have had a great significance for modern science. It is for us a real pleasure to have her in our institution, and taking advantage that we are celebrating 30 years since we opened the museum with the help of students and teachers, we are sure that her knowledge will be of great motivation for the new generations”.

Vivían smiles graciously at the introduction she receives and proceeds to introduce herself, along with her latest research, and book on the discovery of new human DNA and how it has connected to ancient civilizations and even to alien components of other as yet undiscovered civilizations.

As Vivian’s voice filled the conference room, her eyes inevitably locked onto a captivating young redhead seated at the front of the audience. Her porcelain skin and striking features seemed to glow under the fluorescent lights, drawing her gaze like a magnet. She listened intently, her eyes flicking up to meet hers as she scribbled notes on her pad, the movement of her slender fingers mesmerizing her.

But it wasn’t just her focused attention that held her spellbound, the intelligent questions she posed, probing deeper into her research, only served to intensify the older women’s fascination. Vivian’s responses flowed effortlessly, her voice carrying the weight of her expertise as she addressed the other inquiries. Yet, despite the sea of faces before her, her attention remained fixed on the radiant redhead, drinking in the sight of her delicate profile and the tantalizing curve of her lips as she concentrated on her words. Her presence seemed to fill the room, an unspoken allure that Vivian found herself helpless to resist, her mind wandering to the forbidden possibilities that lay hidden beneath her polished exterior.

As Vivian’s lecture drew to a close, a cluster of eager students and faculty members converged around her, their faces alight with curiosity and enthusiasm. They bombarded her with questions, their voices a lively symphony of academic inquiry that Vivian eagerly answered, her responses weaving a spell of intellectual fascination. Amidst the throng, the striking redhead with porcelain skin and perfect features remained engaged in a captivating conversation with Larissa Hale, the institution’s principal. Their animated discussion seemed to pulse with an undercurrent of something more, their body language speaking volumes of unspoken understanding. As the last of the inquiring minds were sated and the crowd began to disperse, the young woman’s gaze finally drifted to Vivian. With a confident stride, she made her way through the dwindling sea of people, her eyes never leaving hers until she stood before her, her proximity sending a thrill through her veins for some strange reason. The air was heavy with anticipation, the space between them charged with the promise of something new and illicit.

The captivating beauty was dressed in well-fitting uniform clothing and the hint of Gothic flair to her makeup fit her look perfectly as she approached Vivian during the break between speakers at the last lecture being held at old Symphony Hall.

“Good afternoon Vivian, nice to meet you, my name is Elizabeth Von Marburg, student and leader of the reading research committee at the institution. I was part of the organization of this event. I am fascinated about your theories of connection of space and time being one of the key elements involved in the old ways old cultures communicated. It reminds me of the investigations between alchemy and ancient and modern science that encourage the study of supernatural beings, or that belong to legends, but beyond fantasy, reality hides many edges that humans are unaware of.

I would be most interested in sharing my theories on such matters in a more indepth way than possible speaking to a crowd for forty minutes. I would be most delighted if you would join me for a lunch date. We could leave here for a quaint little Cafe where they serve the most delicious meals of a broad range and would surely have something you would like. Maybe even a slice of what people in America call Pizza? I hear they have one with the best olives, mushrooms and cheese dishes you have ever tasted”

The invitation delighted the older woman who happened to love pizza with olives and mushrooms most of all.

Holding out her hand the young woman took Vivian’s hand in both of hers in a gente but electric greeting and held it.

“It’s a delight to listen to your well presented ideas Elizabeth and yes thank you I would be delighted to talk more on them over a nice lunch when this is over today. I can also expand my theories and would like your feedback on my latest research of old books in the Houten Library. “

“Wonderful Vivian, then it’s a date. We can meet at the East entrance after the last speaker” —She said as she looked in that direction. The hand rung bell marked the end of the break and the women parted ways with plans that excited both of them for different reasons.

While Vivian was refreshing herself, she noticed an elegant woman getting out of a limousine, she stopped for a moment to talk to Elizabeth and then both women got into the car.

Vivian paused for a moment to survey the scene unfolding outside. An elegant woman, her attire exuding sophistication and wealth, emerged from the waiting limousine. Her curiosity was piqued as she watched the two women engage in a brief conversation, their words lost to the din of the city. The red-haired beauty, now Vivian’s focal point, followed the stylish woman back into the sleek vehicle.

Two hours dragged by with Vivian’s anticipation mounting, her mind replaying the captivating redhead’s features and the tantalizing prospect of their impending encounter. Finally arriving at the designated location, Vivian’s heart raced as she scanned the surroundings for her mysterious companion. Her gaze locked onto the same elegant limousine that had brought the young woman to her earlier. With a nervous thrill, Vivian watched as the passenger door swung open, and the radiant redhead stepped out onto the pavement, accompanied once more by her enigmatic guardian.

Vivian felt almost underdressed compared to Elizabeth’s beautiful ornate long flowing dress with vivid colors and laced bodice. She was not used to seeing the beautiful Victorian-era clothing worn on the street. She was starting to see the young red-haired beauty was not the average woman. She felt a magnetic pull tickling her primal brain but tried to dismiss it as an attraction to her beauty and respect for her clear sharp mind.

As the older woman who accompanied Elizabeth left to talk to other people at one of the tables, the girl approached the meeting place with Vivian to keep her date. Vivian was intrigued to know who the other woman was.

Seated in the shade of the tall gothic building in the old part of town was like being in a romance novel setting. Vivian watched the grace as the stunning young woman tucked her long flowing dress under her well-shaped bottom to gently take her seat across the table.

Elizabeth gilded effortlessly into her seat, her emerald eyes sparkling as she greeted Vivian with a gracious kiss on her hand. “Good evening, Vivian,” she purred, her voice as smooth as velvet. “Please, do forgive my tardiness. I was seeing my mother through some pressing matters, a rarity for us, indeed.” Her lips curled into a playful smile as she settled into her chair, the crimson dress clinging to her curves like a second skin.Vivian’s eyes crinkled at the corners as he returned her warm smile. “No need to apologize, Elizabeth. I quite enjoyed the view myself.” She gestured vaguely towards the bustling place, but her gaze never strayed from the enchanting redhead. She raised an eyebrow, her interest piqued by her casual remark.

“And just what view were you admiring, Vivian? The patrons, perhaps, or the décor?”— Her tone was light, but beneath the surface, a current of curiosity rippled.Vivian leaned in, her voice lowering conspiratorially. “None of the above, Elizabeth. I was simply waiting for the most captivating woman in the room to arrive.”

The women stare at each other for a while and Vivian breaks the silence.

The conversation turned to the theories Vivian was wanting to learn more about and one of the subjects she had heard Elizabeth expound on during her time at the lectern.

“I took the audacity to visit the academy library to look at some of your publications. Let me tell you that I am pleasantly surprised that at such a tender age you have made such profound and interesting writings that undoubtedly tie in very much with my latest publication.

I particularly note your important points regarding metaphysics, alchemy, connected with energy vampirism and its implications and applications in Army experiments even, but your treatises seem very ancient, precisely what I have always wanted to touch upon.”

Elizabeth listens attentively with a hand on her chin nodding with a relaxed expression. At that moment they are interrupted by the waiter, who already knows Elizabeth.

“Good evening Miss con Marburg, it is as always a pleasure to have you here with us, what can I offer you to eat or drink?”

“I’d like something to drink, you know, the usual, and for later mushroom pizza” — replies Elizabeth while the waiter nods his head and then turns to Vivian.

“And what would you like to eat madam?”

“Oh just red wine for now, and pizza as well thank you!”

As the unwelcome waiter withdraws, Vivian continues with the constructive criticism found in Elizabeth’s report.

“Elizabeth, you talked of how some believe the power skips a generation to avoid conflict between mother and daughters when it comes to vampirism and it is not the same for witchcraft do you follow the theory the daughters become food stock in a reverse of a baby nursing from the mother and becomes the mother feeding from her infant daughters blood and if so does it create some kind of loop of the mother breast feeding her baby and the baby giving that energy back to her mother in her blood she takes small drinks of from her child. What is it that is exchanged?”

A few minutes passed as the waiter arrived with the drinks and quickly departed.

Elizabeth leaned toward her slightly with her confident voice, but intriguing tonality as if sharing a dark secret.

“Ah, the theory of daughters becoming fodder for witchcraft, how intriguing.” She paused and her emerald eyes twinkled mischievously. “As a descendant of a long line of important people I can assure you it’s not just a myth. Power may be passed from generation to generation, but it’s not always a direct progression from mother to daughter.” Her gaze wandered, as if evoking a distant memory. “In the particular case of my family, we have observed a kind of inversion. The eldest daughter, upon reaching a certain maturity, begins to nourish the eternal life force of her mother, just as a baby feeds on the milk of its progenitor…”

She traced the rim of her champagne glass with a finger, and the glass caught the faint light. “This feeding dynamic creates a fascinating feedback loop. The mother’s vital essence is replenished, while the daughter absorbs the accumulated wisdom, power and experience of her lineage. In reality, it is a symbiotic relationship: the daughter becomes the mother’s sustenance, while the mother acts as her pupil, guiding her in the arcane arts.”

Elizabeth’s smile widened, revealing a hint of fang before she took the cup to take a sip of her strange drink.

Vivian thought she was hallucinating due to fatigue and tried to ignore this detail. Elizabeth adds next;

“I can say that this theory is not to be taken lightly, it takes a long time to research, and of course I can verify it, I don’t like to speak without foundation. I am grateful for the great wisdom imparted by my paternal grandmother, Evangeline”

At this last, the young woman sighs thoughtfully.

Vivian was not only attracted by the young woman’s face and energy but also by her thick British English and Hungarian accent.

“Well that is very enlightening and impressive information indeed” Vivian replies. She wants to explore what more the young beauty can help her understand.

“I have another point I’d like to discuss. When it comes to the idea that part of the theory suggest that self made vampires are little more than extra talented witches do you agree with her premise that ability for a witch of today’s time will never gain enough power and knowledge to make it beyond the halfway point in self-turning and would need the aid of coven or matriarch to make it all the way to full vampire?”

Elizabeth’s gaze sharpened as Vivian posed the question, her interest piqued by the depth of the inquiry. “An excellent point, Vivian. The notion that self-made vampires are essentially powerful witches who’ve reached a plateau is a theory I’ve considered at length.” She steepled her fingers, her brow furrowing in thought.

“While I agree that the sheer magnitude of magical knowledge and raw energy required to turn oneself into a full-fledged vampire is a monumental task, I’m not entirely convinced it necessitates external assistance from a coven or matriarch.”Her eyes sparkled with a hint of challenge as she continued, “In today’s world, we’re seeing a rise in individuals with extraordinary aptitudes and a hunger for knowledge that transcends the boundaries of what’s traditionally thought possible.” She leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

“With the right combination of innate talent, studious dedication, and perhaps a dash of good fortune or…otherworldly influence, I believe it’s conceivable for a modern witch to push past the halfway mark and achieve full vampire status through their own efforts.” —Elizabeth’s smile was enigmatic, hinting at secrets yet to be uncovered.

After absorbing Elizabeth’s well formed answer Vivian asked another question, making a mental note of the young woman’s responses that sail quickly like an open sea, each response simply opens up more questions.

“On the subject of long distance reading or feeling other vampires or relatives with some percentage turned blood do you contend that for example a witch managed to get turned half way that her grand daughters would be one quarter turned and on down the line to one eighth turned and so on?”

Elizabeth’s eyes gleamed with intrigue as she contemplated the question.

“The idea of dilution of vampiric traits through generations, passing from granddaughters to great-great-granddaughters, is an intriguing concept,” she mused.

“However in my experience the actual manifestation of vampiric /witchcraft influence can be far more complex and unpredictable than a simple quartering or eighthing of the original trait. What I’ve observed is that the essence of vampirism, that singular spark that sets a witch’s blood afire with the thirst from eternity, can re-emerge in unexpected ways across generations. It’s not just a matter of linear progression, but rather a fluid, almost, quantum phenomenon that defies simple arithmetic”.

Elizabeth’s gaze seems to unfocus, as if she were gazing into the astral plane.

“The granddaughters, great granddaughters, and beyond many not necessarily inherit a fixed percentage of their ancestor’s vampiric tendencies. Instead, they might exhibit unique traits, abilities, or even vulnerabilities that are tied to the original transformation, but have evolved into something new and unpredictable over time.”

The twinkle of her beautiful blue/green eyes and smile that formed on her full perfectly shaped lips portrayed the delight Elizabeth felt when the question was so very near the truth of what was happening with her and her own mother. The very reason her mother was not able to fully turn despite being an elder witch of the highest order she was out of turn. It had been so long since any witch in her lineage had turned there was no way to know if she was the “daughter” that was supposed to be food or the mother that was supposed to feed from her daughter. But that her mother never fully turned it gave hope to Elizabeth that she was the right generation and the turning that was already taking place within her would take her all the way.

At this time Elizabeth is half way through her own change as she followed the ancient books of spells, potions and rituals to become the first self made vampire in 500 years with the help of her grandmother Evangeline, who had only made it halfway. The old woman had not been able to get the spells right but did gain enough power to see and feel some people as prey and to pass some of her change down to her female granddaughters. Somehow it skipped a generation to not have direct clashes between mother and daughters. Elizabeth being born under the blood moon on October 31, would have more power than her distant American cousin Vanessa would have through the blood but the year long ritual would work on her if she had the nature and desire to change.

Elizabeth could see that Vivian was an impressive woman to have struck so close to the truth for a pure mortal.

The young beauty felt the weight of an intense, threatening gaze. Her head snapped towards the left, her emerald eyes locking onto the figure in the distance. Indrig Dimitrescu, one of the most powerful witches on the European Council of Vampires and Witches, stood out like a dark star against the backdrop of the busy restaurant. Her striking green eyes, almost amaranth in their intensity, were narrowed in their direction. The white dress hugged her curvaceous figure like a second skin, while the large black hat and the ever-present cigarette in her blood-red lips added to her formidable aura.

Even from afar, Elizabeth could sense the malice that radiated from the older witch. It brought back vivid memories of the failed kidnapping attempt when Elizabeth was just 13. Indrig’s schemes had ultimately earned her a seat on the council, but the bad blood between the two witches ran deep. Elizabeth’s heart quickened as she felt Vivian’s hand on her arm, pulling her back into the present.

“Everything is alright”?

“Oh, yes, everything’s fine,” she replied, forcing a brittle smile. While her eyes left Indrig’s form for three seconds, a silent challenge passed between them.

Elizabeth accidentally drops a book she was carrying in her lap, Vivian picks it up and notices its name.’ The Blood Moon’

“How interesting, must be quite a deep read.”

Elizabeth turns left again but Ingrid has magically evaporated. Then the young woman looks off into the distance at her mother who is still distracted by the other people at the table.

“Yes, it is a book I am writing, very complete. I have written it myself, with the help of my grandmother’s teachings. It frames more complex issues than we have discussed in our conversations, but it is certainly more complete than the report I published for the university. Mom doesn’t like it when I write in such detail about the secrets of the world”

Elizabeth feels a rush of blood to the front of brain at the very moment she finished her answer and the food arrived at the table.

Across the world her blood cousin Vanessa she had been feeling at random times since the sixth moon stage of her transformation was having sex with and exerting her limited power over a woman she had taken as sex slave. Feeling deeper as she brought her power into focus she could feel what her younger cousin really wanted was to turn the whole family to her will. A remarkable feat without truly knowing the extent of her power.

Vanessa knew she was somehow different and could make her pet woman Becky bend to her will with only a look and mental projection of instructions to the woman who now worshiped her after being the one who seduced her. Now they had ended up years later reversed and now it was Becky falling down the well of enslavement to the young woman.

In that fraction of a moment Elizabeth could feel her distant cousin’s orgasm as she made her woman pet Becky service her.

The connection broke but not before she could not only feel her cousin Vanessa, but also could for that moment see what Vanessa was seeing.

Elizabeth’s pussy clenched and her chest filled with a hot flash of nearly orgasmic feeling when she saw the face of Becky, the woman Vanessa had chosen was the same face that sat across from her in the shade eating her first bite of delicious pizza and looking at her with those beautiful green eyes.

The only difference being she could feel that Becky was a slightly younger version of Vivian. She felt the synchronicity between them all.

In that second of reaching for her own slice of pizza she knew she had reached a new level of understanding and power.

Elizabeth knew the vision was telling her that her initial interest in Vivian was more than just an attraction to a stunning older woman and this woman across the table from her was going to be hers, for macabre purposes, but she had to test her first to be sure.

As the meal wrapped up and it was time to part, Elizabeth felt a surge of power and looked into Vivian’s eyes and was able to reach into her mind enough to make the older woman’s pussy clench in the same rhythm as her own. She could see in the woman’s eyes the first weakness she would exploit to start the unsuspecting woman down the dark path of sexual slavery her doppelganger Becky far across the world was sliding into at the hand of her amazing young cousin.

At only six months into her transforman Elizabeth had done something no witch in five hundred years had managed as she tapped into the mind of her blood relative and saw what she was seeing.

Vivian’s eyes locked onto Elizabeth’s, her gaze drinking in the mesmerizing emerald depths. A jolt of electricity crackled through her veins as she became acutely aware of the sensual tension building between them. Elizabeth could sense the subtle changes in Vivian’s body language; the way her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of crimson, the involuntary crossing of her legs, and the telltale tightening of her thighs as she struggled to contain the sudden onslaught of pleasure. Despite the physical distance between them, Vivian felt as though her fingers had brushed against Elizabeth’s bare skin, the sensation sending shivers down her spine.

She could almost taste the sweetness of her arousal, the musky undertones mingling with the crisp scent of her perfume. Vivian’s reaction only served to intensify Elizabeth’s desire, her heart pounding in her chest like a drum.

“Are you all right Vivian?”— asks Elizabeth with a touch of mischief hidden with elegance.

Vivian takes a sip of her wine and chuckles.

At that moment Elizabeth’s chauffeur approaches the table to announce that her mother is waiting for her in the limousine.

“It was a magnificent evening, Ms Setterberg, I enjoyed your company tonight but I must go. Tomorrow we will talk some more at the Kunsthistorisches Museum of Art History, there is going to be an interesting exhibition, so you are cordially invited, we can meet in the main wing, your entrance will be free, my treat”

Vivian was transfixed and her pussy again clenched again as she found herself lost in the gaze of the stunning beauty. She had never been sexually attracted to another woman before but Elizabeth was not like anyone, man or woman she had met before.

“Of course, I would love to, you have been very kind, see you tomorrow”

“Today’s bill is also paid today, I must admit that I had not tried this dish called Pizza, but I don’t regret it at all”

With a gentle embrace cheek kisses to say goodbye were exchanged that sent another wave of sexual arousal deep into the loins of both women they had never felt so intensely before.

Elizabeth left the place and left her book/journal on the table, Vivian quickly tried to run after her to return it to her, but the girl had already gotten into the limousine with her mother.

“It’s her, she’s here, I saw her and felt her.” …

Vivian hears from Elizabeth’s lips as she converses with her mother before starting the chauffeur.

Around the place there was a lot of movement and quite strange people following the movements of Viktoria and her daughter.

Ingrid’s spies had watched Elizabeth throughout her life. Born on the perfect blood moon, the signs were ripe for this young woman to be very powerful. Some books even spoke of the idea that the next vampire would be a redhead, like Queen Lilith. “Long wavy locks of fiery red hair and fair complexion with full, lush lips to match her magnificent mane.”

The spy had informed the mysterious Ingrid that Elizabeth had been seen possibly seducing a woman in a cafe.

“Well, it seems that young Von Marburg has already surpassed her mother’s skill. I suspected this one might bring trouble. Find out all you can about this woman that young Elizabeth will be taking. There must be some kind of connection that I have not seen yet.”

“Yes Your Grace, I will go now and follow your orders,” The spy said sheepishly and left walking backward, head down walking away from the woman he feared.

Later that evening at the Von Marburg mansion

The warm glow of the fireplace cast flickering shadows across Viktoria’s regal features as she stood before the blazing hearth, her long, fine robe of purple silk and fur swaying gently with each movement. The rich, royal hue seemed to darken the surrounding air, drawing all attention to the matriarch’s imposing figure. Her glass of wine was her only companion, the ruby ​​liquid glistening in the firelight as she sipped it thoughtfully.

Suddenly, the door burst open, and Elizabeth walked purposefully into the room, her long beige and blue robe billowing behind her. The youthful figure of her beloved daughter stood in stark contrast to Viktoria’s statuesque presence. Elizabeth’s red locks were pulled up in a simple yet becoming style, her porcelain skin glowing without a trace of makeup. In her slender hand, she clutched a family album, its worn leather cover telling tales of generations past. Viktoria turned to face her daughter, her emerald eyes narrowing slightly as she noticed Elizabeth’s pensive expression.

“My dear, what brings you here at this hour?” she asked, her rich contralto voice low and smooth, like aged wine.

“It was her mother, Ingrid was in the restaurant and she was not alone, I’m sure many of the people there weren’t even humans, they were her little trained pets. That witch is up to something, it’s no coincidence that she showed up right when I was having these visions. Ingrid must already know something. I told you that a long time ago I was having visions and lucid dreams with a girl who looked like me but younger, a teenager, I thought maybe they were messages from my previous lives because I had to resolve some issues, but today I’m sure we are in the same timeline but in another part of the world. And I saw that woman in the vision with her, that woman, she was identical to Vivian… all this is a big sign, mother.

Viktoria’s emerald eyes widened slightly at Elizabeth’s words, a hint of intrigue mingling with the ever-present cold calculation in their depths. She set her wine glass down on the nearby pedestal, the crystal clinking softly against the marble as she turned her full attention to her daughter.”Ingrid, you say? That conniving harlot,” the Countess growled, her rich voice taking on a menacing edge. Viktoria’s slender fingers tightened into fists, the silken material of her robe stretching taut over her knuckles. “She thinks she’s so clever, doesn’t she, flaunting her little familiars in public like that.”

The Countess paced closer to the fireplace, her long robes sweeping behind her like a dark, living shadow. She stopped in front of Elizabeth, her eyes searching the younger woman’s face as if looking for any signs of deception or weakness.”But these visions of yours, my dear,” Viktoria continued, her tone softening to a dangerous murmur, “they could be important indeed. If you truly saw a younger version of yourself, and connected with her across time and distance… perhaps it’s fate calling, Elizabeth.”The Countess’s words hung in the air, heavy with implication and unspoken desire.

Elizabeth holds up her old family photo album while on the same page she looks at the picture she printed from the internet of the girl she saw in visions and found, almost identical to her but in a younger version.

Elizabeth shows it to her mother for some feedback. To which the older woman replies.

“Come follow me, I have to show you something.”

The room was a treasure trove of arcane tomes and forbidden knowledge, the musty smell of aged paper filling the air. A life-sized portrait of Viktoria and her late husband, Lucifer, dominated one wall, their faces etched with triumph and dark power.

Underneath that big old portrait. A parchment wall with a large family tree figure of the von Marburg family, to which Viktoria began to explain to her daughter.

Viktoria’s deep, inquisitive voice filled the room as she stroked her daughter’s hair and cheek with a mother’s tender touch.

“My dear Elizabeth, you see the significance of our lineage expanding across Central Europe and parts of Hungary. Perhaps the young woman in my visions is our distant descendant on your maternal grandmother’s side. Some of our kin have ventured to the United States, so it’s possible she resides there, in one of the larger cities.”

Her eyes locked onto Elizabeth’s, shimmering with a knowing light. “If you were to reach out to her, make a connection, you may uncover more answers to the mysteries that plague you.” Viktoria’s smile was enigmatic, hinting at secrets yet to be unearthed. “The arrival of your… companion, who bears similarities to the other woman, also bears consideration. Remember, your power grows with each passing day. You have my blood coursing through your veins – I am a deity beyond worlds. Your grandmother taught you a lot, and you learn quickly.”

Elizabeth’s nod was a mere acknowledgment, her mind still mired in the tangled emotions that swirled within her. Viktoria’s touch, however, jolted her back into the present, the elder witch’s fingers tracing the curves of her daughter’s lips with a perverse fascination. “You know what I desire, my dear,” Viktoria purred, her husky voice dripping with a macabre sensuality. “I want to see… hear… all those secrets beneath those guarded lips, let your mother take a look” As if in response, Viktoria’s grasp tightened, her fingers digging into the soft flesh of Elizabeth’s chin.

Without warning, Viktoria grasped Elizabeth’s chin firmly, their faces inches apart. The young witch felt herself being drawn closer, until their breaths mingled, and their lips brushed in a fleeting, almost chaste contact. A soft, teasing kiss started the passionate conflagration, but it soon intensified into a fervent, hungry exchange. Viktoria’s mouth claiming Elizabeth’s with a fervor that bordered on desperation.

Flames danced in the air as Viktoria’s power surged, the candles around the room igniting spontaneously, their flickering light casting an eerie glow over the intimate scene. The elder witch’s moans vibrated against Elizabeth’s lips, her own tongue invading the younger woman’s mouth in a sensual duel.

Viktoria’s grip tightened on her daughter’s nape, pulling her closer, the very air around them charged with a potent, dangerous energy, tongues tangled in a sensual dance of poison and passion. Saliva mingled, creating a heady, illicit cocktail that left them both breathless and wanting more.

Elizabeth buries her nails in her mother’s neck while she growls back and bites her daughter’s lower lip hard, making it bleed.

As soon as the younger witch’s blood was in contact with her mother’s tongue, Viktoria’s eyes went completely white to see the memories and visions her daughter had been accumulating. In this way she was able to transport herself in her mind and saw scenes of the young teenage girl on the other side with a woman similar to Vivian in a barn being whipped, then flashes of the anthropologist’s face in the restaurant with her daughter, and Ingrid’s face sitting there with a macabre smile spying on her daughter with a plan in hand.

As Viktoria tried to go deeper into her daughter’s mind something prevented her, it was as if her daughter’s power was cutting through her, making her brain hurt intensely as millions of knives pierced her skull and throat, leaving her breathless and losing her balance.

Elizabeth pressed the center of her mother’s forehead with two fingers to bring her out of her trance.

“Mother!”

Viktoria’s eyes snapped back into focus, the intense whiteness replaced by her piercing emerald depths, now narrowed with a mix of frustration and concern. She released her hold on Elizabeth’s chin, her fingers trailing down to cup the younger woman’s flushed cheek in a gentler caress.

“Painful, wasn’t it, my dear?” Viktoria’s husky voice was laced with a hint of amusement, despite the throbbing in her own temples from the failed psychic invasion, her own lips still smeared with her daughter’s delicious blood.

She straightened, her posture regal and imposing once more, the midnight purple of her gown seeming to darken as she moved. “Your power is growing, and it’s not just the visions that are troublesome. You’re developing… barriers. Defenses that even I may struggle to breach in time.”—Viktoria paced closer to the flickering candlelight, her eyes fixed on some distant point as she collected her thoughts. “Ingrid’s presence here is no coincidence, and I suspect she’s already begun to manipulate events, playing on your fears and desires to draw you into her web. We must be cautious, Elizabeth. Her ultimate goal is to turn you against me, to put my own flesh and blood against the woman she sees as her rival.”

At that moment in the hotel room, Vivian was relaxing in the bathtub taking a bubble bath while studying the pages of that diary/book that Elizabeth was making and that she had left behind in the restaurant.

As Vivian sank into the warm, suds-filled waters of the bathtub, she found herself drawn to the intriguing pages of the diary. Her fingers traced the intricate symbols and strange letters, the red and black inks seeming to pulse with an otherworldly energy. Sanskrit, Latin, and occult *********** danced before her eyes, an ancient language that defied her attempts to decipher its meaning. Vivian was careful not to let the pages get wet, her curiosity piqued despite the danger of ruining the valuable tome.

As she delved deeper into the book’s mysteries, memories of the unsettling events at the restaurant began to resurface, swirling in her gut like a tempest of emotions. The images of Elizabeth’s enigmatic presence, her piercing gaze, and the unnerving sensations that had coursed through Vivian’s body seemed to converge, coalescing into a gnawing ache that spread from her stomach to the very core of her legs. An inexplicable tingling sensation began to build in Vivian’s lower abdomen, intensifying until it became almost unbearable. She bit her lip, a silent moan trapped behind her teeth as she struggled to comprehend the force that now gripped her.

She sets the book aside on a side table as she sinks into the suds and lowers her right hand to the middle of her legs under the warm water.

Vivian’s mind was lost to the swirling sensations that consumed her, her thoughts hazy and disconnected. The intense desire that had taken hold could only be attributed to the stress of the long journey, or so she told herself. Her hand moved in gentle circles across her sensitive clitoris, the touch sending jolts of pleasure through her body. As her eyes drifted shut, Vivian’s moans filled the bathroom, each exhale sending ripples across the surface of the bathwater, her mind could not help but see Elizabeth’s eyes and her perfect body, her voice, her hands, her red hair, she began to moan as she spread her legs wider and kept moving her hips, she felt her own wetness despite being in the bathtub, her body shaking.

Her moment alone is interrupted by the ringing of her phone snapping her out of her momentary trance.

Vivian’s fingers paused mid circle as the shrill ring of her phone jolted her back to reality. She blinked, water droplets clinging to her lashes as she reached for the nearby towel to dry her hand. Retrieving her phone from the bedside table, Vivian’s eyes widened as she saw the name “Carol” illuminated on the screen; her only daughter, currently on a photography tour of Spain. Mustering a bright tone, Vivian replied,

“Hey sweetheart, how’s Spain treating you? Have you snapped some amazing shots yet?” As she spoke, Vivian’s mind strayed to thoughts of Carol, her beautiful, adventurous daughter. She wished she could be there to share in the cultural immersion and artistic expression that this tour surely provided.

However, the demands of Vivian’s own career often left her feeling guilty about the distance between them.”I hope you’re having the time of your life, Carol,” Vivian continued, a hint of wistfulness creeping into her voice. “Make sure to indulge in all the local flavors and experiences too, not just the photography.”

Vivian listened intently as Carol chatted on, her daughter’s vibrant personality and enthusiasm for her studies filling the airwaves once more.

“It’s been a great adventure mom, I wanted to talk to you for a while, tomorrow I will be at a fashion show, there will be a contest and whoever has the most impressive pictures can get to work for a great company of photographers in the fashion world. I am so excited! It can be the start of my great career at last”

Vivian, listening attentively to her daughter, her heart swells with excitement as she imagines every detail of her adventures, and a faint tinge of melancholy that her daughter was already becoming more and more independent.

Suddenly, the water in the bathtub began to churn and bubble, as if it were on the verge of a boil. The bathroom lights flickered ominously, casting eerie shadows across the walls. Vivian gasped, her body tense with a mix of fear and confusion. Realizing the water was growing far too hot, she hastily climbed out of the tub, her naked form glistening with droplets. She hastily wrapped herself in a towel, shivering as the air seemed to grow thick with an unnatural energy.

Despite her growing unease, Vivian felt compelled to remain on the line with Carol, her daughter’s voice a soothing balm amidst the chaos. However, their connection suddenly went dead, leaving only an eerie silence in its wake. As if to emphasize the bizarre occurrences, the bathroom light above the sink exploded with a deafening crack, plunging Vivian into darkness.Terrified, she abandoned the bathroom, fleeing to the main room of her suite where the lights, mercifully, remained intact. Her heart pounded in her chest as she wrapped the towel tighter around her body, a sense of foreboding settling over her like a shroud. What was happening?

“Mom…mom are you there?”

“ Oh yes Sweetie, I’m still here, I’m sorry, what.. What were you saying?”

Mom, I’ll call you later, I’m going out with friends.

Carol hangs up the phone, and finally Vivian lets out a sigh, unable to find an explanation for what has happened, she calls the hotel service to fix the light bulb with many questions in her mind and a void in her chest.

—

The next morning in the Museum

Vivian entered the grand main wing of the art history museum, her eyes wide with wonder at the opulent surroundings. She was dressed impeccably, her attire a testament to her refined sensibilities. As she approached the designated meeting point, her gaze settled on the captivating figure awaiting her; Elizabeth.

The young woman exuded an air of beauty and elegance, her polished attire and poised demeanor a perfect complement to the stately atmosphere of the museum. The redhead noticed Vivian’s arrival and strode forward, her movements graceful and purposeful.

“Good morning, Vivian,” she greeted with a warm, inviting smile while kissing her hand. “It’s a pleasure to see you again.”As the elder woman’s hand brushed against Elizabeth’s red lips, a jolt of electricity seemed to course through both of them, sparking a palpable tension between them. Vivian felt her breath catch, a shiver running down her spine as she gazed into Elizabeth’s piercing green eyes. The young witch’s smile held a hint of mischief, a suggestion that she too was aware of the sizzling undercurrent that seemed to threaten to consume them both.”Please, follow me,” Elizabeth purred, her voice low and sultry. “I have a few pieces in mind that I believe you’ll find… enlightening.”

The Kunstkammer in Vienna, which contains rarities from the former Habsburg treasure chambers and wonder rooms, celebrated a lavish reopening in March 2013. The collection constitutes one of the most important art chambers in the world and displays precious items from the Middle Ages, Renaissance, and Baroque periods. Highlights include the Art Chamber of Emperor Rudolf II, the Exotica-Komplex, and the famous Saliera.

The architectural mirror image of the Museum of Fine Arts is the Natural History Museum, which is located directly opposite and was also built according to plans by Gottfried Semper and Karl von Hasenauer.

Elizabeth’s slender fingers glided along the ornate railing as she guided Vivian through the labyrinthine halls of the Vienna Museum of Art, her eyes glowing with an inner fire that seemed to ignite in response to each new discovery.

The older woman followed closely behind her, her breath quickening as she took in the wealth of knowledge being imparted by her young guide.

“Many of these artifacts hold secrets of ancient species,” Elizabeth whispered conspiratorially, her voice barely audible above the soft murmur of other patrons.

“That dagger, for example, has been in the museum’s possession for centuries. Its blade is said to be forged from the very metals that can harm vampires: silver, iron, and copper. Rumor has it that it was used to kill a powerful vampire in the 15th century”

Vivian responds —“I’ve heard rumors about something called “the dagger of the flowers of death”. It’s somewhere.

It seems to be an antique from the Middle Ages infused with a mixture of poisons from all over the continent. It is said to have been built to kill demons and monsters. They say they do not know where it is, it will be double that it is this same dagger ?”

Elizabeth’s thoughts drifted, lost in the intricate tapestry of her own mind, as she beheld the exquisite dagger on display.

The memory of her initial visions of distant cousin Vanessa resurfaced, the recollection so vivid it felt as though the scene unfolded before her once more. She recalled the innocent girl’s ravenous desire, the crimson liquid pooling from Aunt Becky’s cut finger as Vanessa savored the taste of her aunt’s blood with an uncanny hunger. Elizabeth’s lips twitched, a phantom taste lingering on her own tongue as she relived the moment in her mind’s eye. Her emerald gaze unfocused as she traversed the depths of her psyche, the vision of Vivian’s intense green eyes flickering into view. Elizabeth’s fascination with the esteemed anthropologist intensified, her mind racing with the possibilities of delving into Vivian’s very essence. The prospect of unlocking the hidden facets of this enigmatic woman’s psyche only further kindled the younger witch’s curiosity and desire to explore the uncharted territories of Vivian’s being.

After some minutes, as she rounded a corner, Elizabeth’s gaze fell on a display of medieval torture instruments, and her eyes widened with a mixture of fascination and dark delight. Ñ

“Oh, look how beautiful!” she exclaimed, as her slender fingers ran along the grooves and spikes of a particularly gruesome-looking contraption. “Can you imagine the screams these devices would wring from a vampire or a witch” —Knowing deep down that her mother has tasted death more than once thanks to these torture devices that greatly excite the young witch.

“Vivian watched, transfixed, as Elizabeth’s imagination ran wild, picturing private dungeons and dark rituals.

Now in the next art exhibition wing, Elizabeth paused before a striking pair of paintings, one a portrait depicting the various phases of the moon, the other a surrealistic scene of a woman clad in a scarlet dress, rain pouring from the sky like blood from the heavens.

“Behold, the eternal dance of feminine power,” Elizabeth purred, her gaze roaming over the artwork with a knowing light in her pretty eyes.

“The phases of the moon, ever changing yet cyclical; a symbol of the feminine essence.

And the woman in red, drenched in the deluge of her own power, a testament to the fierce beauty and dark magic that lies within us.”

She turned to Vivian, her smile enigmatic. “This painting is one of a series by the avant garde artist Hans Baldung Grien. His works often featured women as emblems of sin, desire, and the supernatural. The blood rain, some say, represents the bloody tide of a woman’s monthly cycle, while others believe it to be a metaphor for the life-giving power of feminine magic.”

Vivian gives her impressions about it according to her own experiences but it was evident that she had never visited such a fascinating museum before in her life.

After two and a half hours chatting and touring the museum, Vivian was more attracted and curious about the beautiful young woman, her accent, her beauty and her intelligence are fascinating, the eloquence of her words and her way of walking and expressing herself, she had never met anyone like her, no doubt about it.

“Well Vivian I guess you are a little tired, we can have tea and then you can accompany me to the palmenhaus palace greenhouse, I have to visit my plant”

Vivian nodded wearily, her mind still reeling from the kaleidoscope of secrets and ancient power that Elizabeth had revealed. The prospect of tea and a visit to the Palmenhaus palace greenhouse sounded like the perfect respite. “That sounds lovely, Elizabeth,” she replied, her tone subdued yet appreciative. “I could certainly use a moment to collect myself after all the… enlightening revelations you’ve shared with me today.”

As they made their way to the tea room, Vivian couldn’t shake the feeling that she was being watched, a prickle of awareness that seemed to emanate from the very walls of the museum itself. She glanced back, half expecting to see someone boring into her back, but the corridor was empty. Shaking off the sensation, Vivian focused on the present moment, savoring the delicate aroma of the tea and the warmth of Elizabeth’s smile as they sat together in comfortable silence.

Palmenhaus Green Palace

After the warm tea they shared, they arrived at the greenhouse in Elizabeth’s private car, unlike her mother, she did not like to be in a limousine but in a classic 1957 Rolls Royce with her private chauffeur.

Arriving at the ostentatious greenhouse, Vivian was fascinated as she and Elizabeth joined the tour guides, visiting and learning more about poisonous and amazing plants, beautiful but lethal in their extraordinary nature as well as the mysterious young woman. The women wander away from the crowds of tourists and go to a more secluded part of the greenhouse where there are beautiful stairs and in a sheltered area a large plant.

“Ah, the Night Blooming Cereus,” —Elizabeth said, her eyes sparkling with fascination. “A true marvel of the botanical world, don’t you think, Vivian?”

The young witch’s voice was low and hypnotic as she continued. “Native to the deserts of the American Southwest, this plant is a master of deception. Its nocturnal blooms, while breathtaking in their ethereal beauty, conceal a deadly secret within their delicate petals.”

Elizabeth’s words dripped with an air of dark enchantment, drawing Vivian deeper into the mysteries of the exotic flora. “The toxic nectar of the Cereus serves as a potent defense mechanism, deterring predators from the plant’s tender buds. It’s a poignant reminder of the often cruel harmony between nature’s splendor and the dangers that lurk beneath the surface.” As Elizabeth spoke, the room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two women and the hypnotic allure of the plant’s symbolism. “In many ways,” the younger witch mused, “the Night Blooming Cereus serves as a fitting metaphor for our own existence, don’t you agree, Vivian?”

Vivian swallows saliva, it’s inevitable that she feels nervous about the presence of the young woman, even more so when Elizabeth gets too close leaving little space between them.

Elizabeth gently touches the petals of the large flower with great care, while whispering in Vivian’s ear.

“Come on touch it a little, it’s not toxic on contact and it’s more potent at night with the moonlight.”

Vivian’s fingers brushed against Elizabeth’s, the delicate petals of the Night Blooming Cereus serving as an intimate catalyst between them. The younger witch’s gaze drifted to Vivian’s lips, her breath catching as a shiver ran through her slender frame. It was as if the flower’s toxic allure had been amplified a thousandfold by the subtle yet electric touch of Vivian’s skin against her own.

Elizabeth’s emerald eyes widened as she felt the familiar tingle begin to build anew within her lower belly. The sensation intensified, spreading through her core until it pooled in her panties, dampening the fabric with the nectar of her own arousal. The plant’s hypnotic power paled in comparison to the undeniable effect Vivian was having on her. As Vivian sighed, a heavy, half-hearted sound that seemed to carry the weight of forbidden desire, Elizabeth felt as though she was touching the folds of Vivian’s pussy without ever making direct contact. The air was thick with tension, the boundaries between them blurring until it became impossible to distinguish where one’s skin ended and the other’s began.

Vivian blinks and feels an intense spark in her chest, the perfume of the young woman is exquisite, intoxicating even, she was a sample, an exotic plant, the most captivating of all the exhibition, in flesh and blood. At that precise moment, Elizabeth notices that a man dressed in black is spying on her behind some bushes, surely one of Ingrid’s spies, she senses the danger nearby.

Vivian found herself helplessly entranced by the sight of Elizabeth’s exquisite, pale complexion, her delicate features seeming to glow in the soft light of the greenhouse. The younger witch’s words drifted in and out of her focus, unable to compete with the all consuming awareness of Elizabeth’s very presence. Elizabeth turned to speak , Vivian’s gaze lingered on the flawless expanse of her skin, the sharp contrast of her long, elegant fingernails against that backdrop of porcelain perfection.

“Before I forget…” Vivian’s voice was a breathy whisper, her eyes never leaving Elizabeth’s face as she reached into her purse to retrieve the strange book.

“…Thank you very much, dear. I imagine you took a peek at it, didn’t you?” The question hung in the air, weighted with the unspoken implication that Elizabeth had delved deeper into the tome’s secrets than she let on.

“I tried, but there is some symbolism that is unknown to me. It would be interesting to be able to talk with you in more depth and have you show me more things. It’s funny, I have studied many things and I am obviously older than you, but you seem to possess deeper knowledge than I am completely intrigued by, to tell you the truth”.

As their fingers brushed, exchanging the strange book between them, a jolt of electricity seemed to arc from Elizabeth’s hand to Vivian’s, the spark of attraction palpable in the air between them. Vivian felt herself undressed in that moment, not just physically, but emotionally exposed as well. For the first time in her life, she experienced that spark with another human being, and it was the older woman who had ignited it within her.

Vivian didn’t realize that she was staring at the young woman for a long time, which she might think is impolite. Elizabeth breaks the silence to extend another invitation to the woman.

“What do you think if we leave the studies for tomorrow at the central library, and tonight you accompany me and my mother to the opera at the Imperial Court Theater”.

Vivian’s heart skipped a beat at the invitation, her pulse quickening as she imagined herself in the opulent setting of the imperial court theater, surrounded by the grandeur of the opera. “I would be honored to accompany you and your mother to such a prestigious event. It is a privilege I wouldn’t dare refuse.”The older woman felt a rush of excitement, her mind already racing with the possibilities of what the evening might bring. As they continued to converse, Vivian found herself becoming increasingly enamored with Elizabeth, the younger witch’s charm and wit proving irresistible to her aging heart.

‘It’s a deal then, meet me at 8 o’clock at the entrance of the theater”—Elizabeth finishes the sentence as she kisses Vivian’s cheek and walks away, disappearing down the great baroque hallway.

As the women parted ways, Vivian couldn’t shake the lingering sensation of that spark, the promise of something more profound than mere friendship or intellectual curiosity. She found herself lost in thought, replaying the moments they’d shared in the greenhouse, each brush of their fingers a whispered promise of the passion yet to come. Tonight, in the opulent setting of the opera, Vivian would embark on a journey of self-discovery, one that would lead her down a path of forbidden desire and ancient secrets. Little did she know that the true magic lay not in the performances on stage, but in the enchantment that bloomed between two women, their hearts beating as one in the shadows of a long-forgotten past.

Opera in the theater

As the grand carriage pulled up to the ornate entrance of the Vienna State Opera, Vivian’s heart raced with a mix of nervous excitement and anticipation. She took a deep breath, smoothing the delicate folds of her evening gown with trembling hands. The rich emerald silk clung to her form, accentuating the subtle curves of her aging physique. A string of pearls nestled between her breasts, the soft glow of the carriage lamps dancing across the polished gemstones.

Stepping out onto the red carpet, Vivian felt a sense of awe wash over her at the sheer grandeur of the theater’s facade. The opulent baroque design, with its ornate balconies and towering columns, seemed to come alive in the flickering candlelight. Her thoughts were a whirlwind of images from her studies, the ancient rituals, the whispers of hidden secrets, the legends of powerful women who had once walked these very halls.

As she followed Elizabeth up the sweeping staircase, Vivian couldn’t help but feel a sense of belonging, as if the very essence of her being was attuned to this world of mystery and intrigue. She felt Elizabeth’s hand rest gently on the small of her back, guiding her forward with a subtle pressure that sent shivers down her spine.

“Here, I will introduce my mother.”

Elizabeth’s presence was a vision of elegance, her form-fitting black velvet gown hugging every curve as she moved with the grace of a predator. The Victorian corset accentuated her slim waist, while her hair was swept back to reveal the delicate line of her jaw and the subtle gleam of her gorgeous eyes. She looked every bit the part of the mysterious and alluring enchantress that Vivian had grown to admire and desire.

Viktoria, Elizabeth’s mother, stood regal and imposing, her gaze scanning Vivian with a critical eye. The older woman’s beauty was tempered by the coldness of her demeanor, her features chiseled by the harsh lines of age and the weight of secrets. She regarded Vivian with a mix of disdain and amusement, her voice low and measured as she extended a hand in greeting.”So, you are the esteemed anthropologist,” Viktoriya said, her words dripping with sarcasm. “I must admit, I find it… intriguing that Elizabeth has taken such a keen interest in you.”

The countess approached, her perfume a heady mix of sandalwood and something more exotic, something primal that stirred the air around her. “Your… fascination with my daughter has not gone unnoticed. ” Viktoria’s gaze lingered on Vivian’s lips, lingering there for a moment before rising to meet her eyes again. “Perhaps it’s not just Elizabeth you’re attracted to, anthropologist,” she murmured, her words laden with subtle innuendo. “Perhaps there is a certain…allure in the dark arts that even you can’t resist. ” The countess’s blue eyes glinted with mischief, a challenge hidden beneath the surface of her words. She reached out and her fingers brushed Vivian’s forearm in a fleeting, electric contact.

Vivian is intimidated not only by Viktoria but also by the sinister smile that was now plastered on Elizabeth’s beautiful face.

The trio ascended to their reserved seats in the VIP balcony, the opulent red velvet of the left wing enveloping them in an atmosphere of exclusivity and power. Viktoria’s imposing presence was augmented by the hulking figure of her personal bodyguard, who hovered discreetly in the background. As the maestro raised his baton to signal the commencement of the performance, the bodyguard approached with a silver tray bearing a crystal wine glass.

Viktoriya accepted the offering with a gracious nod, but Vivian and Elizabeth declined with a shared smile and a shake of their heads. Elizabeth found herself seated in the middle, next to her mother.

As the music swelled, filling the grand auditorium, Viktoria’s hand slid up the length of Elizabeth’s leg, the delicate fabric of her dress parting to reveal a tantalizing expanse of pale thigh. The older woman’s fingers traced sinuous patterns against Elizabeth’s skin, their breathy whispers and shared laughter a stark reminder of the unspoken bond between mother and daughter. Vivian couldn’t help but notice the subtle yet intimate contact between the two women, while the action on the stage seemed to fade into the background, Vivian’s gaze remained fixed on the subtle dynamics at play between them, her curiosity piqued by their unusual closeness.

The sound of the orchestra seemed to fade away as Elizabeth’s deep gaze locked onto a figure across the balcony, her eyes narrowing in recognition. Ingrid, her rival from decades past, was seated mere yards away, the very presence of the other witch stirring a maelstrom of emotions within Elizabeth. She felt a shiver run down her spine as memories of their intense rivalry resurfaced, the bitter taste of defeat and humiliation still lingering on her tongue.

“Mother, she is here and she is no longer a hallucination,”—Elizabeth whispered urgently, her voice low and menacing. Viktoria’s gaze followed the direction of her daughter’s pointed stare, her expression a mask of cool calculation as she took in the sight of the woman who had once been her greatest adversary.

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It is the last class of the day and you are tired. Being a phys-ed instructor at the local high school is a demanding job and the girls have been giving you a hard time. Spring probably has something to do with the rambunctious nature of your charges but all their energy is wearing you out. Also, just looking at their young limber bodies, just budding into womanhood has you kind of horny. You don’t usually think about such things while you’re working but seeing those girls today in their tights as they went through their exercises turned you on. Your pussy has been hot and wet all afternoon and your nipples seem to be in a constant state of erection.

The last class that you currently have doing gymnastics are the grade 12s. The eighteen and nineteen year-olds are stretching their bodies into a variety of sexual contortions. In one corner, the girls on the mats are doing split after split and looking at those long legs stretched so far apart makes you imagine one of them tied up in that position, totally helpless to prevent the stimulation of her body. On the trampoline, your eye catches sight of one of the bustier girls as her breasts bounce up and down. Her hard nipples are prominently displayed through the thin fabric of her Danskin and you are embarrassed to catch yourself thinking about what it would be like to suck them. ‘This is crazy’, you think to yourself, ‘These girls are innocent teenagers who don’t know anything about sex.’

The day will prove you wrong.

The bell sounds and the girls quickly tidy up before heading to the locker room. It will be a good 20 minutes before they’ve showered and changed and you are able to close the place up. You decide to take the opportunity to go to your office and masturbate to release some of this nervous energy.

You enter your office and lock the door behind you. In the bottom drawer of your desk is a large vibrator and an envelope containing a magazine on your favorite fantasy: bondage. You open the envelope and take out the bondage mag. Flipping through a couple of pages, you stop at a story about teenage girls, being kidnapped by band of dominant women who then train them. The pictures on the page show young girls being restrained in a variety of exposing positions. Some with their legs held wide apart, others with their hands tied to the ceiling. In some, you see nipple clips pinching their nipples. In others, you see a dildo much like yours pushed into their pussies. One young girl is getting a bare bottomed spanking by her mistress. The pictures turn you on a little more and you push your danskin to the side to allow access to your pussy for your vibrator. The humming sensation is electric and you let out a quiet moan as the tip of the artificial cock touches the hood of your clitoris. You rub the vibrator up and down the edges of your sensitive pussy lips and let the feelings run through your body. You push just the tip of it into your now soaking pussy and you hold back for a moment before pushing it deeper. You imagine yourself tied to a bed and being totally helpless. Whoever was in control would determine when the dildo would be penetrate you. You would have no say. You hold the vibrator there wanting it deep inside you but imagining that you can’t have it.

You don’t last very long.

Soon the long thick dildo is sliding in and out of your wet slit. On each stroke the vibrator feels like it is filling your body totally. You decide to prolong the sensation until you can get home and really do something about it. You turn the vibrator off but you leave it deep in your pussy. You feel completely filled as you adjust your Danskin and stand up slowly. You want to come so bad and the anticipation is bittersweet.

It has been about 25 minutes since your students finished their class and you go to take a last look in the locker room before closing up. As you enter the locker room, a familiar sound has you stop dead in your tracks. There is the clear, distinct sound of a girl panting, close to coming in the room. You can also hear the sound of the shower and the girl’s voice is coming from there. ‘One of the girls must be masturbating in the shower.’, you think to yourself. Your pussy automatically tightens around the thick dildo still lodged in there. You move slowly and silently toward the shower area, determined to find out who it is and perhaps take a look at her having an orgasm. As you turn a corner, the sight is very different from what you expect and the sight has you gasp as your heart starts to race.

There are FOUR naked girls in the shower not one. Three of the girls are holding a fourth captive and are teasing her helpless body. One of the girls standing behind her and is holding the helpless girl’s hands tightly behind her head to expose her pretty breasts and chest. One of the others is standing in front of her and playing with her very long pink nipples. A third is on her knees at the feet of the restrained teenager and is running a bar of wet soap back and forth through her crack. The girl who is being held doesn’t seem to be struggling as these three girls tantalize her body with their hands and tongues. You see one lick her nipples as the other slides one finger first deep into her pussy and then deep into her obviously lubricated bottom. Your own hand has moved to your pussy almost of its own volition and is now pushing gently at the end of the vibrator sticking out, pushing it deeper into you. The girl on her knees is now licking the helpless girl whose name is Julie and a moment later, Julie starts to come in long sobbing gasps. The other three girls hold her and caress her until her orgasm has subsided and she is able to stand on her own. Julie looks at them and giggles, “That was the BEST ever! Who’s next?”

Suzie says, “Oh, let me.” The girls go right into action. This time, the girls is held lying on her back with her legs spread up and wide apart. From your vantage point, you can see that her pussy is completely shaved! You can see the delicate pussy lips gently being spread open to reveal the hot pink interior and below that her pink, crinkled bottomhole. The girl holding Suzie’s wrists starts licking and biting her tiny nipples and the Suzie stars writhing right away. One of the girls begins playing with Suzie’s ass and gently sliding her finger into it while the third starts playing with Suzie’s pussy lips with her tongue. It does not take long before Suzie is begging them to let her come. They hold her off time and time again just on the brink of an orgasm. Finally, one of the girls positions herself so that her legs and Suzie’s legs scissor each other and their pussies begin grinding together. Suzie immediately begins coming like a freight train and you join her. The sight has been too much for you. You reach down and turn on the vibrator and your pussy tightens itself around it as the artificial intruder brings you to yet another orgasm.

You pull the vibrator out of your body and turn it off. You have decided it is time for these girls to be found out. The girls have, meanwhile, switched partners again and the next victim, Vivian, is now being held on her hands and knees with her knees held wide apart waiting for her ass and pussy to be violated from behind. Stepping out from your hiding place, you walk straight up to them.

“Well, girls, what is going on here?”,you ask in a stern voice.

The girls leap to their feet, “Oh, nothing miss. We’re sorry. We should be on our way now.” “Not so fast.”, you say, “Vivian, get back down on your knees.”

The girls are disbelieving as you have them all watch as you gently position Vivian to best expose her most private area. You instruct the girls to hold her legs and her wrists tightly so that she cannot escape. Then you pull out your vibrator. You turn it on first and begin running it over her body. First along her arms and legs, then you let it touch the sensitive breasts and nipples hanging down from her body. Vivian’s breathing is a little heavier when you finish playing with her tits. Now you move behind her. Vivian is anxiously awaiting the touch of the vibrator but you maker her wait. Finally, you slide the thick vibrator deep into her soaking pussy in one long delicate stroke. Vivian cries out at the exquisite sensation and your own pussy tightens with desire as you remember the feeling from just a few minutes ago. You begin sliding the vibrating cock very slowly in and out of her slit. Soon she is taking full strokes in and out and begging for more. You lubricate one finger of your other hand in the soaking juices of Vivian’s pussy and then you gently slide its full length into her bottom. The moan from her coupled with an additional wriggling of her bottom is enough for you to know that it was the right thing to do. All of this stimulation will have her come soon so you have one of the girls lie down under Vivian and begin licking and biting her nipples. This final sensation is too much and she begins shaking in an orgasm that has her scream out in pleasure.

A couple of minutes later you are all back in your office talking about what happened. “Are you all submissive?”, you ask. The girls nod their heads shyly. Now that the action has stopped, they have reverted to the shy introverted people they make out to be.
“Very well”, you say, “I shall not report this on the condition that you all report here once per week for some personal instruction on being totally submissive.

The girls look up disbelievingly.

The smiles on their faces tell you that you are in for some interesting times before the term is over. Before the girls leave the office, you have them all get on their knees before you and lick your pussy! The quick lick from the four of them is enough to turn you on all over again but now you decide to take your libido home anxious to tell me all about this latest adventure.

The Girls Locker Room II

Vivian, Julie, Suzie and Kat turned up in the locker rooms at the agreed time, the next week. You had come with your dildo and your newly bough anal vibrator. All four of them are nineteen but are not showing any signs of embarrassment.

You wonder how long it had been since you found them. You ask them again, “ are you all submissive?” The girls nod their heads with eager anticipation. You are on the point of ecstasy just thinking about the fun that would be had over the next hour.

You order the girls to strip completely and leave their clothes in a corner at which point you lock the doors to the changing room. The fun can begin. You begin by telling Vivian to lie on her back on the floor, she obeys immediately and you can see her shivers of excitement. You tell Suzie to go and kneel on her arms in such a way that her cunt lies immediately over Vivian’s mouth. Suzie manages this quickly and soon enough Vivian begins teasing Suzie’s cunt with her luscious lips.
You tell Kat and Julie to pull Vivian’s legs wide apart. You had seen Vivian in phys-ed and you know she can make those legs go wide. Julie grabs one of her legs and pulls it over to the side but Kat is a bit more inventive. She kneels at a right angle to where Vivian is lying and grabs her leg. She puts Vivian’s leg between her kneeling legs and begins to slide up and down Vivian’s waxen legs. Julie soon follows suit and soon both are shivering with pleasure and small amounts of juices are spreading onto Vivian’s legs increasing the pleasure more.

You watch in amazement and suddenly realize that the space between Vivian’s wide legs needs to be filled. You remove the dildo from its warm nestling hiding place and as you slide it out, past your panties, you know that you aren’t going to be gentle. You kneel between Vivian’s legs and tease the area around the slit with the tip of the dildo. Then you enter it in with a strong motion.

You begin to push and pull the dildo in a regular motion and soon Vivian’s pelvis is trying to match the motion to make it easier, but Kat and Julie are holding her solidly down. Kat and Julie bend over Vivian and begin to kiss, still sliding up and down the length of Vivian’s legs. They begin to caress Vivian’s beautiful breasts with the care that a mother holds a newborn child. Vivian begins to moan with pleasure as waves of ecstasy roll through her lush body. You begin to speed up the motion of the vibrator until your arm begins to tire. Then Vivian breaks, she screams out in joy as her little cunt in penetrated again and the orgasmic sensations reach a peak. You remove the vibrator as Kat stands up to declare that she wants to be next. “Kat, go and……,” you are cut off as Kat declares, “I want what she got times ten, I want to have multiple orgasms and for you not to stop.”

You grin and remember back to a photo you saw in one of your many lesbian magazines.

“Can you do a handstand?” you ask, “You know I can!” comes the reply from Kat.

“I want you to do one, Vivian and Suzie I want you to hold her legs and pull them into the splits position …. And hold it like that. Julie go and get the anal vibrator from my bag over there”. The girls all reply and soon Kat looks like she is doing a star jump upside down, but with her legs a lot wider. You take your position standing over Kat with her breasts flopping around your legs. Her damp pussy is at the level of your chest and you know there is a lot of room for leverage. You tell Julie to stand opposite you with the anal vibrator. You begin to plunge the normal vibrator into Kat’s tight vagina and Julie begins shoving the anal vibrator into Kat’s even tighter arse. Kat begins moaning loudly immediately and that just riles you into pushing the vibrator harder and deeper into the wet blackness that is the source of Kat’s pleasure. Within a minute and a half Kat’s arms have given up and you are about to stop when you realize that both Vivian and Suzie are doing a fine job keeping Kat held up. You remember Kat’s words “and don’t stop”, and you continue to pound her cunt with your precious vibrator. Kat is writhing but the girls keep her held strong. Julie is shoving the anal vibrator in to the hilt at a speed that was almost scary. You stop and you see Kat’s pussy is a moist basin of sweet juices. You take Kat’s legs with a bit of help from Kat’s regenerating arms.

You tell the other three girls to drink from her pussy one by one. Julie goes first and licks deep across the centre before letting Vivian take her place. Vivian nestles her entire mouth into Kate’s sweet pussy and sucks in as much juice as she can. When Suzie goes up she takes a different approach. The lightly grips Kat’s clitoris with her teeth and begins to rub up and down. Her tongue works furiously on the end of Kat’s clit until Kate is once again wet and moaning. Suzie stops and a long sigh is released from Kat before .

You lower her to the ground.You turn to the girls now as they slowly stand up, except for Kat who has remained sitting on the floor breathing heavily. “I am afraid my price to keep our little games secret has gone up,” You say, “I now want you to come to my house on Mondays after school where we can play with some more toys that I have.” The girls look at one another and then begin to nod vigorously. “I also want my personal payment now, I want each of you to suck my clitoris and give me a damn exciting time down there,” you nod your head towards your tightening pussy.
Vivian went up first and knelt down by the bench that you had sat on. She begins licking round your lips and quickly plunges in to grasp your clit with her tongue. You gasp and hold her head, stroking her hair gently. She soon removes her head and starts to put on clothes and leave. Suzie then bends down. She wets her finger and lets it run round the entrance to the moist hole you want it to enter. Then she does and soon she lowers her head and begins to circle your clit with her tongue. She takes it further into her mouth and sucks in hard. Then as you moan she retreats to change and go. Kat moves over now, but is still weary from her earlier experience, she nuzzles her nose in first but you lift here head slightly an move her mouth towards your pussy.

She enters immediately and thrashes around quite furiously with her tongue. She then adds a finger to the fray and begins to squeeze your clit. You breath in sharply and begin squeezing her hair and stroking her back. She then takes your whole clit into her mouth and sucks at it hard. You moan with pleasure as you feel your climax begin.

Then she stops and changes to go.

Finally Julie comes over to you. She kneels down in front of you and begins to tease your pussy lips with her tongue. Every now and her tongue would dart into your pussy before resuming in its race around the edge. Her hands begin to tickle the inside of your thighs and you moan desperate to reach climax. You begin to stroke her hair and hold her head against your tight pussy. Her tongue begins to enter your sweet pussy more and more, always darting out to spread your moisture around your vaginal lips. Your breathing shallows and she takes her clit into her mouth, carefully holding it with her teeth. She begins moving up and down your clitoris, the grooves on her teeth making the experience all the more pleasurable. You begin to get ever nearer the peaking climax when suddenly she removes her hands from your thighs. You try weakly to move her hand back but she effortlessly shrugs you off, more intent on your sweet pussy. The suddenly you gasp, she has thrust the anal vibrator into your ever so tight rear. She has managed to get her hands underneath the bench and up behind you. You orgasm immediately and scream out in almost intolerable ecstasy. You pull her head closer to your pussy and she responds by speeding up the motion on your clit. She begins to thrust the vibrator in and out your rear passage with a passionate force. You begin to reach a second climax quickly and she thrashes your clit with her tongue and teeth, as she begins to nibble delicately at your clitoris you moan out and orgasm again, this orgasm being far better than you had ever managed with just your vibrators. She begins to slow down the motion and eventually her tongue recedes back to her mouth and she removes her head. “That was amazing”, you gasp. She turns to meet your eyes and says “I expect full payment for that when we come to your house on Monday”!

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