Author: admin

This story was written for a Bisexul young woman

Innocence and a Bet

Cherry was the perfect name for ripe innocence, at 18 and her last year in high school had taken a bet from several of the other girls. She had always done wild and crazy things and had always won every bet she had ever taken. Thinking this latest one would be no different! The bet was that she had to go to the Rusty Dyke a notorious lesbian bar that had a reputation for catering to the meanest Bull Dyke’s that one could imagine.

She was to act like she was a young lesbian bottom and kiss the meanest of these women on the lips. The bet entailed only two things, one it had to be on Saturday night the busiest time, and two she had to do it in only her panties and bra. She had thought this could be easily done, and that she could convince any of these monster woman, that she indeed could be interested in them.

She had thought for her, there was little interest in other women, as she and her girlfriends had done some playing and had experimented on each other with girlish glee, but now the thought of doing this had somehow become strangely exciting.

For Cherry this bet would become one of the biggest mistakes of her young life!..or would it?. She had gone there with only a coat covering her bra and panties and was wearing heels, several of her girl friends had also gone earlier so that they would be set to take pictures and verify that she had indeed kissed one of these powerful women.

The trouble started when they arrived, as they were immediately out of place, as they set down in one of the booths. All six of these big mean looking women had gotten up from there table and several of them had set down in the booth alongside them. The next thing to happened was, they were forcefully starting to manhandling these young girls and had easily had them half undressed and were starting to have fun with them. First holding one down, while the other had very sadistically stuck her fingers in this girls pussy and was seeing just how much painful abuse she could cause while asking her just what in the hell they were doing in the Rusty Dyke. These girls under pain and threats had immediately confessed what Cherry was planning to do. All six of these women then took turns abusing this young girls first by holding them down and putting numerous bite marks all over there breasts, thighs and pussy’s as well as painfully pulling and pinching on their nipples, one of them produced a long sharp three cornered needle and was playfully poking on one of the girls virgin nipples saying, I think we should pierce them don’t you?. This last comment had left the girls terrified.

They then relented, and said okay you can stay and take all the pictures you want, but when Cherry shows up just set there and keep your mouth shut!!!….

This, is what was waiting for Cherry when she showed up that evening, she was quite excited about winning her latest bet, and when she walked in, had no idea what was about to happen. You had to give her credit, as she was very brazen to walk up to their table with her coat unbuttoned, as even the the regulars steered clear of this table when these six mean women were present.

Once a young couple had mistaken this bar for a rather risque night spot, and he, had left her, setting at the bar dressed to the nines, while he had gone to move their car, upon returning had found his wife totally nude laying on one of these tables being held down by all six of them who were enjoying and amusing themselves with whatever sexual perversion they could think of to do to her, the result was that that this young woman had not left the bar whole, and that it was a rather dreadful experience that neither had wanted to repeat.
Cherry at 18 had beautiful dark brown hair a nice set of 38″ breasts and although she had done a lot of wild things was still a virgin, as no young man had ever fucked her and she had never been penetrated by anything.

All six of these women were real Dyke’s they all liked women and had just been talking about where, they were going to get some new sweet unused pussy as if they were a bunch of over sexed young men. These gals ranged in age from mid 30s to the oldest one at 45, who was the most dominant one, her name was Blaze, she had auburn hair stood well over 6′ had 40″ breasts, at one time had been very attractive, but now was quite hard, as she had served time in a maximum security women’s prison for brutalizing other young women.

This, was the woman that Cherry had decided to kiss, Blaze had decided to play along with this little bet and see just how far Cherry would go in trying to pull off this charade.

Cherry had said to Blaze I hear you are looking for a new bottom and I want to be the one you are looking for, as she took a quick glance at her girlfriends in the booth. Blaze said playing along yes I am and you just might be the one as she remove Cherry’s coat leaving her standing there in only a white lacy bra and panties. Blaze then grabbed one of Cherry’s hands and started leading her around to a number of other lesbians introducing her to each of them and offering Cherry up to dance with them. As the music started this one very male looking babe grabbed Cherry and pulled her tight crushing her breasts against Cherry’s as she was danced around the floor, this person after a few moments had both of her hands down inside of Cherry’s bikini laced panties and was painfully and easily squeezing her “fingernails” into Cherry’s virgin bottom, Blaze was laughing as Cherry was trying to look and pretend, that these fingernails were a normal thing. She was quite surprised at the sexual feelings she was having, and how sopping wet her panties had become.

Blaze had cut in, and was now dancing and leading her quite expertly all over the floor, as they danced a crowd had gathered to watch them. Cherry was the only one in the bar that was wearing only her bra and panties. Blaze at first had started kissing Cherry very soft almost lovingly, this had become more forceful as the dance went on, Cherry had been wondering why her girlfriends had not taken any pictures, as they had obviously kissed enough times to have easily won the bet.

Blaze continued to kiss her harder and deeper, she again was kissing back so as not to tip Blaze off that this was only a bet and was even starting to somehow perversely enjoy herself. Cherry had not noticed that her bra had been expertly unhooked and was now laying on the dance floor, and after dancing her around topless for several songs was still wondering why the girls had not taken any pictures and that how was she going to get out and to her car wearing only her panties after the pictures had been taken?….

Cherry did not have long to wait as the last song came to an end Blaze had easily picked her up and with one hand had stuck her fingers down in the front of her panties and into her young wet pussy and at the same time was holding both of her arms behind her back with the other as she slowly carried her back to there table. Cherry was trying to struggle and get free but was unable to move at all, until she was unceremoniously dropped on the table. Blaze had pulled her fingers out of Cherry’s wet little pussy and was licking them like they had ice cream on them. Cherry was still wondering why ? No pictures had been taken, when several of these women began holding her arms and then her legs. She was wondering and was trying to get loose when Blaze set down at the end of the table and expertly buried her face in Cherry’s virgin muff.

This at first scared her but this hard women was so far past being an expert at doing this sort of thing ,that cherry instantly had several orgasms in a row, she had never experienced anything so stimulating, she almost immediately went limp offering no more resistance what soever.
The sharp three cornered needle that had been used to threatened the other girls earlier had now been produced, and one of these women was using her lighter to warm it while the other was expertly holding Cherry’s breast and nipple, this woman now pierced this beautiful virgin tip, at first because the needle was so sharp it had caused little pain, but now that a big gold ring had been inserted and crimped the pain was smoldering as they did exactly the same to her other breast had she not been so consumed from her double orgasm it would have been so much more painful.

The women who had pierced her were now playfully pulling on this hardware, that painfully stretched her very sore nipples. Blaze was again sucking most expertly on Cherry’s now very swollen and stimulated clit that produced an even more forceful release this again left her again limp and trembling.

These women were now holding her arms and had spread her legs so that Blaze could easily take this the very sharp needle and was poking around on Cherry’s stimulated puffy, and even more swollen clitoris to find the most perfect painful spot. Cherry could not move as her eyes got very big and started to scream NO!!!.. her nipples were bad enough but not this! It was to late, Blaze had easily sliced the sharp needle through this tender female flesh, blood had spurted out for just a moment as Cherry’s heart pounded, she screamed in agony as Blaze expertly inserted another gold ring and permanently crimped it.

Cherry was crying and begging Blaze to stop something that was already done and that could now,no longer be changed. The girls were taking pictures as Blaze and the other two women were painfully pulling Cherry up almost off the table by her rings and at the same time were posing with a smile for the camera while holding onto the rings, and displaying there handy work. Cherry had been turned over and had her beautiful unblemished bare bottom now vulnerably exposed.

Blaze had been warming up a small branding iron that said “property of Blaze’ it was taking several lighters to make it a dull red when Blaze easily seared it onto Cherry’s bottom. The pain from this as well as her nipples an clit was almost to much to bare, as she continued crying in resigned agony.

Cherry was being held down and was shaking in between sobs as her bottom and pussy were being forcefully held up, this was happening as Blaze had unzipped her leather pants and had produced an enormously realistic looking strap on Dildo followed by some slick em as if this cock was the real thing.

Cherry was just beginning to overcome the piercing and branding when this enormous cock was brutally plunged into her. The previously pain and abuse now paled in comparison to the penetration this gigantic copy of a male organ. She could almost feel it starting to rip her virgin slit. Just when she thought she could take no more Blaze really started pumping and jamming it into her, the pain was so great that Cherry almost passed out, and was just laying there in a used helpless haze. Oh, it hurt and she could do nothing but take this painful pounding, wondering when it would ever stop!…. Again she was vaguely aware that the girls were now taking even more pictures as this enormous imitation cock was literally raping her.

Quite a crowd that had gathered to watch this brutal event unfold and run its course.
Blaze was really enjoying how much she had been brutally tormenting this young girl as most of the crowd continued to egg her on.
Just when she could take no more Blaze had pulled out leaving her with a empty hollow feeling that was quickly followed with a numbing and lingering painful sense of boding.

Blaze had given her a couple of really good smacks on her bare bottom as she was turned loose and the other girls took more pictures of the brand on her bottom as she was helped up. Blaze said, rather sarcastically, my name is forever burned onto your ass! and you are mine, and I expect you back here next Saturday laughing as she said the words….for exactly the same thing or even worse!!!…

As the girls were leaving the Rusty Dyke and were helping Cherry across the parking lot,and was now totally nude, with gold rings pierced and crimped to her nipples, clit, and very sore well stretched pussy, she said in between painful tears and sobs, well at least I won the bet!!!…

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No story finishes like that…

It had been a week since Katie had been fucking her next door neighbour Shelley and everytime things got hotter. They did it everywhere, their parents bed, Shelleys brothers bed, the living room, their pools… Anywhere they could get alone you could guarantee they were shagging each other!

About 8 days after they first fucked Katie was invited to spend the night at Shelleys. Katie loved this idea coz it ment they cud shag all night long and no-one wud know about it… WRONG!

As soon as they got into Shelleys room their clothes came off. They jumped into bed and began by lying next to each other, Touching each other slowly. Katie loved Shelleys tits the most. Especially when Shelley held one of her nipples against Katies clit. Katie had watched Shelley masturbate many times and everytime Shelley had played with her tits the most. Letting Katie know how much it turned Shelley on.

Their soft lips touched each others. Too anyone looking it wud have look so innocent. Shelley decided she was going to show Katie what she had got last christmas. She went into her closet and pulled out a video camera. Katie knew exactly what this meant and began to touch herself for the camera. She watched Shelleys hot naked body move across the room, Watching the juice from her pussy dripping down her leg as she got hornier and hornier watching her friend get herself off.

After about an hour of filming this they decided to fuck again, Shelley was in between katies legs, lapping up the juices in her hot wet lesbian pussy when the door opened…

Neither girl heard or noticed until Shelley stopped licking and gasped. Katie looked down and Shelleys brother, Karl, had walked into the room

“Shell you forgot to take the camera off the link to the TV. I saw everything”

Both girls blushed until Karl walked up behind Shelley and undid his trousers, Pulling out his huge hard on and showing it to both girls.

“both of u on ure knees, I want you both to lick my cock til i cum over both of u”

Both girls obliged and were on their knees within seconds, licking at the huge member in front of them. Their tongues touched occasionly and their hands wondered over each others pussy lips. Karl watched this and came instantly, pouring cum all over their tits.

“Lick the cum off each other”… The girls followed willingly and carried on, letting Karl watch their lesbian sex, Loving the eyes watching them. Shelley opened her legs and looked at Karl, urging him to enter her

Karl paused, not sure if this was right but was too horny to listen to his logical side and lay on top of ure and slammed into her. Katie sat behind Shelleys head and opened her legs so Karl could eat her. The room was so hot the windows were steaming up.

They were at it for hours, licking cocks and pussies, fucking each other with all they were worth until they collapsed on the bed. Karl went back to his room before his parents heard… But couldn’t stop thinking of what could be going on in his sisters bedroom…

The girls lay on the bed.. Not quite believing what had just happened to them… Shelley couldn’t believe she had jsut fucked her brother…

Katies looked into her gorgeous eyes “its okay abby… it’ll never happen again okay? Your mine now” Katies took Shelleys naked body into hers and hugged her tightly. Katies felt Shelleys breasts press into hers and grew wet once again. Shelley smelt the wetness building and move a hand onto her swollen clit and rubbed it slowly. Katie moaned loudly, pushing her hot pussy into Shelleys hand hard until she came HARD, moaning Shelleys name loudly…

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It was a lazy afternoon in July. Due to the blistering hot heat, I decided to take my kids to the local park. As they played on the swings and slides, I sat on the nearby park bench watching them. I tentatively looked around at the other bored mothers watching their children. A memory slowly curled its way into my mind. A feeling of sadness crossed my heart as I remembered my friend Patrice. She was one of my dearest friends and we had shared a secret. We were both trapped in a boring marriage. Life had become mundane; filled with our children, keeping house, and taking care of our husbands. Both of our husbands held good jobs and were very good providers, but the excitement in our bedroom was missing. We both reminisced about the first years of our marriages, when there were no kids and no responsibilities. Don’t get me wrong, I would never trade my kids. But Patrice and I yearned for sexual excitement. Patrice was worse off than I. Her husband never touched her anymore. She had suspected for awhile that he had a mistress, but had no proof.

My husband barely touched me. He worked long hours and was away most weekends on business. He claimed he still loved me, but I was consistently questioning that love. Patrice and I had shared many afternoons together and our relationship deepened. We started a small home based business, hiding the profits from our husbands. The profit from the business enabled us freedom from our kids. After our husbands left the house we would drive our kids to a local daycare center. We shared many long afternoons together, exploring life and eventually exploring each other. How the relationship started was a fluke. We were sitting in my kitchen one afternoon talking. The urge exploded within me with such strength that I just acted on it without thinking. I reached over the counter and pulled her mouth to mine. It was our first kiss. To my surprise, she reciprocated opening her mouth wide and eagerly accepting my tongue. Our kiss lasted for several moments. We finally separated and just looked at each other. We had both “experimented” with having sex with a women in college. Each of us had rememberable experiences. There was nothing like having sex with another women. Women know instinctively the places to touch and how to arouse. I moved around the counter and stood next to her. I started unbuttoning her shirt. I had her shirt removed and was starting to unsnap her bra, when she stopped me. She looked deeply into my green eyes, asking me if I knew what I was doing. I had fallen in love with Patrice in our short few months together. It was a love that I never really felt for my husband. There was magic between us, as if we could do anything…anything we set our minds to do!

I started undressing in front of her, explaining that I knew exactly what I was doing. We walked hand in hand to my bedroom and laid down beside each other. We tentatively touched our naked bodies like two kids exploring our first lovers. I felt the firmness of her breasts. They were soft and supple. The nipple became taught with excitement. Her nipples were dark red and full. They looked like two lips beckoning to be kissed. I moved my mouth to her nipples and kissed each one. I then drew her nipple into my mouth and sucked on it. Patrice groaned with pleasure, gently pushing my head closer to her breasts. I nuzzled my nose between both mounds of flesh and rubbed them over my face. Patrice ran her hands through my hair as I enjoyed her essence. I felt her body tense with pleasure. I allowed my hands to roam her body eventually stroking her inner thighs. She had the most beautiful natural blonde bush. I ran my fingers down her slit and felt her wetness. She gently pushed me off her and placed her mouth on my taught tits. Her touch was so tender and yet, urgent. She filled her mouth with my tit and started sucking. Oh the pleasure… She gently nibbled on my breast which caused shock waves to course through my body. I reached down between my thighs and felt my wetness. I ran my fingers down my wet slit as she sucked my breasts. I was so close to an orgasm. She lifted her head and looked down at me. She moved gracefully down my body and nuzzled her head between my legs. She moved her fingers rhythmically in and out of my cunt as she ran her tongue down my slit. I arched my body causing her tongue and fingers to penetrate deeper. The orgasm hit me hard and I was yanked down into its depths shriveling with delight.

She looked up from my cunt, her face covered with my wet juices. She again looked deeply in my eyes. I pulled her head to mine and enveloped her into my arms. We kissed and held each other for several long minutes. As I held her, I lightly caressed her body. I removed my tongue from her mouth and moved down her body. I wanted her to experience the same pleasure she had given me. I kissed her breasts kneading them with my hands. I moved down to her thick blonde bush sliding my fingers down her slit, testing her stream. She was so hot and wet, that just feeling her made me orgasm again. I slid my tongue down her slit and started sucking her sweet water. I moistened two of my fingers and penetrated both her tight cunt and tight ass. She groaned with delight. I moved both fingers in and out pumping her like a piston, as I sucked on her tender pussy. I moved my tongue over her lips as I sucked. I felt her wets spray over my hands as she came, screaming out my name. I was not threw fucking her yet. I positioned her on all fours, as I rubbed Vaseline over her tight ass. She seemed to have liked it when I finger fucked her. From one of the draws of my night stand I removed my favorite dildo. I switched it on and it made a soft hum. I gingerly inserted the vibrator up her tight ass as I ran my fingers down her swollen wet pussy. I kissed and chewed on her butt cheeks as I continued fucking both of her holes. Again I felt her body start to wither as she tensed for the oncoming orgasm.

We laid together in each other’s arms for awhile, finally going into a deep peaceful sleep. After waking, it was time to pick up the kids and return to our normal lives. Every afternoon from then on, we made love. Our love making was becoming more daring and sexy. We went out to our favorite stores and purchased sexy outfits for each other. We were having the time of our lives. And then the eventual happened. One afternoon, while we were making love, Patrice’s husband came home. He caught us making love and was not very happy. He gave Patrice an ultimatum. There was nothing she could do. He threatened to take away her kids and have a messy “public” divorce. Patrice and I met for one last time, almost a month ago ending our afternoon relationship. We both, at that time, believed we had too much to loose. Patrice and I were back to living our boring little lives.

My thoughts were interupted with a pat on my shoulder. I looked around surprised. At first my mind was still clouded with sweet memories. I felt the heat between my legs and the pang of desire in my heart. I looked up into the face of Patrice and she was smiling. We sat together in silence, holding each other’s hands. Pactrice finally turned to me, grasping my face in her hands. She planted a warm kiss on my lips and said she had a proposition for me. That was several months ago.

Today, Patrice and I own a very successful business that more than supports our family. We both got divorced. The court awarded my husband my children, which I see as often as he lets me. The court awarded Patrice her children, which live happily with us. We both have fullfilling exciting lives that are filled with love and plenty of sex…

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Girl gets back at brother by stealing girlfriend

“I can’t believe you would do this to me, you were always so trustful to me, why would you tell them for this It isn’t like I did anything dangerous! I just took a couple of things from the mall! No Biggy!” Screamed Melanie at her older brother David.

“You know what Mel, I don’t have time to fight with you about this… So you can’t go to Cancun for your spring break big deal… you did something wrong and now you have to deal with the consequences. I have to go to work now. If Heather comes over tell her I’ll call her later.” Screamed David right back at her.

“Yea right you see if I tell Heather anything, you made Rachel leave me and half my friends act as if I don’t exist!” Melanie screamed as David shut the door behind him.

I wish I was never born, Melanie thought, at least not in the same family as David. I wish none of this had ever happened. I hate my parents. They have no right to even treat me this way, she thought I’m 19, I’m an adult, I can think for myself! God I wish there was someway I could get him screwed. I don’t even have anyone to call right now because everyone left me. Her thoughts were interrupted by a gentle knock on the door.

Heather, David’s girlfriend walked in the room and asked ” Do you know where David is?”

“Umm I think he’s at work right now, but I have a question to ask.” Melanie thought as she came up with a great idea. “What would you do if you did something wrong and everyone you know abandoned you and your lover left you?”

“Oh this is about the stealing thing isn’t it Melanie?” She said after sittin down on Melanie’s bed next to her. ” I’m sure everyone will forget about it soon enough. Everything will go back to normal. And as for your boyfriend, if he leaves you for something like this and doesn’t comfort you, then I guess he isn’t really the right guy anyways.”

“Oh I get it my brother didn’t tell you. I’m lesbian, I don’t like guys I only date girls.” Melanie said while staring deep into Heathers eyes. They sat there like that for a few moments until Heather blinked and looked away. “Oh so I guess this would be pretty awkward for us to just be sitting here talking like this, sorry, I guess I’ll just go home and call David later.” Heather said, her eyes again locked on Melanie’s.

“Or if you want me to stay then maybe… ” she was cut off by Melanie’s lips. Melanie pushed herself onto Heather and forced her tongue into Heather’s mouth. Their tongues danced around In Heather’s mouth. It seemed to last for hours but then Melanie broke the kiss to take off Heather’s shirt, to reveal her 34D breasts.

Then Melanie took off her shirt and bra to reveal her 36C breasts. She grabbed Heather and pulled her closer until their lips met again. Their breasts smashed together as their tongues met again. Then Heather got up and pulled down her leather mini, while Melanie took off her PJ’s which she hadn’t bothered changing yet, until they stood across from each other, their shaved pussies bare. Then Heather got to her knees and stuck her head between her legs until her tongue touched her clit.

She used her fingers to spread the lips and began licking up and down in the most sensitive areas, obviously been having practice with other woman before Melanie. “I’m about to cum Heather OOOOO YES BABY THAT FEELS RIGHT SUCK ME SUCK MY CLIT!!” screamed Melanie. Then she felt her juices spill into Heather’s mouth as Heather lapped it up, tasting her cum and enjoying the feel of it in her mouth. Then Melanie pushed her back onto the bed stood in front of her. She then bent over and fingered Heather until she came, but then let it get her bedspread wet.

She crawled slowly onto Heather’s flat stomach and licked around Heather’s nipples until they got hard. Then She sucked a bit on them then bit then sucked as hard as she could until Heather was screaming in an orgasm. Then Heather got on top of Melanie and she put her pussy close to Melanie’s face.

“Eat me out! EAT ME OUT BITCH NOW!” Melanie didn’t have to be told again she licked and sucked and did everything possible to her pussy. Then when Heather came she licked her dry. Then Melanie got up and said hold on a minute. She came back with a cucumber as round as a coffee cup. She was smiling kind of wildly and ran over to the bed and stuck it in to Heather’s clit and pushed it until she couldn’t get any farther, then she took the other end and stuck it in her pussy jumping up and down and making it seem like a huge dildo. After both of them screaming in orgasm they fell on to each other and just laid there unaware that David had just walked in the house. Then Melanie sat up on the edge of her bed and pulled Heather onto her lap. They sat there tongue fucking for at least 10 minutes, or until David came in and found them.

“What the fuck do you think your doing with my Heather, Melanie? What the fuck are you playing at??” David screamed. Heather was still sucking and biting and teasing Melanie’s nipples.

“She just wanted to comfort me after what you did to me, isn’t that right Heather?” Heather got up from her breasts and kissed her in a way you would only to make someone else mad.

“Well Melanie that was great but I better get home… Good luck with the problem, oh yea and if you ever need comforting again then you know where to call me at!” She threw a smile at David before leaving the house ass naked.

At that David ran out the door after Heather asking what was going on. Well, Melanie thought to herself, I think I got my revenge!

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Since we met around six months ago my lady and I have a most satisfying sex life. We are an attractive couple, both with good bodies, approaching forty.

Since we met around six months ago my lady and I have a most satisfying sex life. We are an attractive couple, both with good bodies, approaching forty.

“I would love to have a new bi-sexual experience,” she told me one night in the afterglow of some wonderful sex.

“Did you say a new bi-sexual experience?”

“Yes, have I shocked you? Have I piqued your interest?”

“Yes to both questions. Tell me some more? Male or female?”

“I have piqued your interest haven’t I, perhaps both,” she told me as she ran a hand over my tumescent cock.

“Would you like to fuck me while you watch me give a blow job to a well hung boy? Perhaps another woman tongue fucking me while I give you a blow job? Perhaps another woman and her man watching you tongue fucking me, before I blow him? Or something basic, a tongue fuck from a couple while they alternate. Or a swap, we are sitting side-by-side, the woman giving you a blow job while the man gives me exquisite cunnilingus.”

“You have an ass fetish, perhaps we could share a woman with a magnificent big ass? Or something really exciting, a talented boy giving you a blow job.

“No need to feel threatened honey, you have biggest cock I have ever had, so far anyway. Or we could raise the stakes, a four-way.”

“Tell me about some of your past bisexual experiences, you really have piqued my interest.”

“I was twenty-five when an older woman seduced me, the next night she had me again while her lady watched, before she joined in. Around the same time I had two men. Not long before I met you I had my first married couple, a little older than me. She had me first while I sucked his cock, then he tongue fucked me while she sat on my face.

“Would you like me to introduce you to some of my friends and discover a whole new world of sexual pleasure? Your turn on is my turn on and my turn on is your turn on. What’s past is done and dusted. No emotional attachments and no jealousy, let’s just enjoy the sex and stretch our boundaries.

“You will be very popular with both sexes, you have a good body and you are hung. However, no fucking my friends, you or I, anything else is fine. I have lots of friends, let’s make Friday nights and Sunday afternoons our special time.”

The next Friday night, Glenda invited one of lady friends, Wanda, around for a drink. Obviously bi and very comfortable with both of us. “I am in the process of introducing my new man to bisexual experiences,” she smiled as she stood, reached behind, before her dress fell to her ankles.

“Wow,” Wanda and I exclaimed as one as we ogled her body, naked apart from her heels. A few minutes later she was flat on her back, a pillow under her ass, legs spread, with Wanda’s arms wrapped around her legs. A huge turn on for me standing behind her, tongue kissing as we never had before.

“She wants to suck your cock while I am tongue fucking her, so do I,” Wanda told us

“Our first three-way, are you ready to stretch the boundaries some more?,” she asked later.

On the Sunday another woman, Nina, a tall willowy, redhead in red heels and a white sleeveless, obviously expensive dress that finished halfway up her glorious thighs. “As you know I am in the process of introducing my new man to bisexual experiences,” Glenda told her as they kissed with the tips of their tongues. “Your choice, a tongue fuck from me, or a tongue fuck from him.”

“Him first please.”

“Can you bring Mike along next Friday Nina, my man is ready for a bisexual experience with another man. We can pleasure each other while we watch.”

On the Friday night Glenda told me she and Nina had connected with a well hung, twenty-five year old boy, Mike. Wonderful sexual tension just before Mike arrived. I had asked Glenda to oil my torso, back and ass cheeks so I could be naked in nothing more than a sexy black jock strap. She chose to dress in classic seduction attire, heels, stockings and garter belt. “Are you sure you are fine with this honey,” she teased as we kissed with the tips of our tongues. A blow job from a man while Nina and I watch.”

“Would you like to fuck me while you watch me give Mike a blow job?,” she teased as Mike listened attentively and ogled the outline of my cock under my skimpy jock strap. “Or a blow job from Mike, Nina’s man, your first ever from a man.”

I was breathing very heavily as Nina slowly undressed Mike, shoes, shirt, trousers and then his tiny, black string. “Are you sure you are fine with this baby,” she teased as she kissed him with the tip of her tongue and Glenda did the same to me.

“Yes, yes, yes,” he moaned as his lady Nina, slid my jock strap to my ankles. His lady Nina was tongue kissing me as my lady Glenda did the same to him as we ogled each others semi-erect cocks. Glenda poured some oil from a bottle into our hands as we compared and rubbed the oil over our balls, then our now almost fully erect cocks.

“Glenda told me you had a thick, nine-inch erection, so pleased you are the same size as my man,” Nina whispered, my back to the wall as we kissed with the tips of our tongues as Mike was kneeling between my wide open legs, teasing my balls with his fingertips.

“Oh, wow, fuck,” I muttered my eyes closed as his lips and tongue made contact with my erection.

“Are you fine with this honey?,” Glenda asked she positioned her so she could suck Mike’s boner.

“That was a real ice breaker for both of us,” Glenda told me in the bath after they had departed. “What would you like, or prefer for our mutual sexual pleasure on Sunday. Perhaps two men, one each?”

On the Sunday afternoon two tallish, glamorous, slightly androgynous blond women, Ashley and Brooke, with matching, loopy earrings and good bodies had our full attention. Both in heels and short skirts, half way up their gorgeous thighs and black silk shirts, their nipples obvious pushing against the silk.

“I am introducing my new man to some of my friends so he can discover a whole new world of sexual pleasure,” Glenda told them as she kissed both of them in turn,

“Ashley and Brooke can help you discover a whole new world of sexual pleasure, a whole new world,” Glenda whispered as she kissed me before she kissed Ashley again and undid the buttons on her shirt and helped her remove it. “Wonderful firm tits,” she told her as she licked her nipples.

“A whole new world, take Brooke’s shirt off for us,” Glenda whispered as she kissed me while I undid the buttons and let her shirt fall to the floor. “Wonderful firm tits,” I told her as I licked her nipples.

“You always were so exciting for me Ashley,” Glenda told her as they kissed some more. “Still so exciting,” she whispered as she raised her short skirt to her waist. “Incredibly exciting, with your erection in bloom. So exciting wonderful tits and a large cock.

“Now you, Brooke wants to show you her big cock,” Glenda told me as she helped her off with her skirt.

“A whole new world of sexual pleasure for you, and all of us,” Glenda told me as I commenced doing something I had wanted to do ever since I first saw some pics of glamorous hung trannies on the internet, suck a trannies cock.

“Another whole new world of sexual pleasure for you,” Glenda told me later as Ashley sucked my cock.

“Next Friday I want you to fuck me while I give another man a blow job. Your turn on is my turn on and my turn on is your turn on. What’s past is done and dusted. No emotional attachments and no jealousy, let’s just enjoy the sex and stretch our boundaries. I think you will enjoy looking at another man’s erect cock in that situation.

And so it happened, a whole new world of sexual pleasure.

“I haven’t forgotten you have an ass fetish, perhaps we could share a woman with a magnificent big ass?

“This is Anne, she is forty-two, the same number as her hip measurement,” Glenda told me on a Sunday afternoon as she made her entrance, a voluptuous size 12-14 brunette in heels and black stockings with a very sexy smile and demeanour.

“Glenda explained your fetish to me, I hope I can accomodate your fetish. You also have a large cock, one of my fetishes according to Glenda and some of our friends,” she told me in a wonderful, confident, sexy voice as she turned her back, parted her legs and slowly lifted her skirt past the tops of her stockings, wonderful thighs, to her hips.

“That is just magnificent, fucking magnificent,” I told her truthfully as I ogled her dimple free ass cheeks divided by a skimpy black thong while Glenda was kissing her with the tip of her tongue a she helped her off with her skirt.

“Tell me again,” she whispered as she clenched her ass cheeks for me.

“Magnificent, just fucking magnificent, so exciting,” I whispered with a full on erection as I licked and kissed each ass cheek in turn with my hands on her hips.

On a Wednesday night, Glenda told me Jilly was going to pay us a brief visit. “She has a special fetish and she is very exciting,” she told me. “Just after she arrives I want you to go and sit on the toilet seat, naked, even better if you have an erection.”

A few minutes later Glenda and Jilly walked in. Jilly was a tall brunette, in a very short skirt, wonderful long legs, showcased by her heels. “Your lady told you I have a special fetish. Can you guess what it is?” she smiled as she stood in front of me, legs spread and slowly lifted her skirt above her waist. No knickers, jet black trimmed pubes.

“Can you guess what my fetish is?,” she teased again as she slid a finger along her cunt lips. “So pleased you have an erection for me and Glenda, so pleased, you have given me something to aim at,” she whispered as she slowly released a golden trickle before it became a stream as Glenda enjoyed watching.

“So good, your turn on is my turn on and my turn on is your turn on,” we both smiled.

“We have had lots of exciting combinations, but we have never fucked with any of my friends watching,” Glenda told me before the next Friday. “Any preferences? Perhaps …?”

“You make the choice,” I told her as I talked over her. “Make it even more exciting for me.”

Two gorgeous Asian girls, early twenties, were naked for us five minutes after they arrived. We watched them pleasuring each others naked bodies for ten-minutes as we teased each other’s naked bodies. Wonderful foreplay. “You so beautiful and sexy and your man so big cock,” they told us in broken English.

I fucked Glenda from behind on our day bed as we watched the two girls and they watched us. “You fuck so good. We like watching. You fuck for so long time. More than thirty-minute. That so sexy, he so big,” they told us I stood with my back to the wall as Glenda bought me to orgasm with her hands and lips. “And she swallow, so sexy.”

After a quick trip to the bathroom the two girls had Glenda standing with her back to the wall, as one expertly licked her cunt lips while the other licked and sucked her nipples. “You so sexy,” they told her as she orgasmed, then again, and again while I watched on. “One more, a really big one,” she whispered as she motioned for me to tongue kiss her. Her whole body was trembling as she muttered, “One more, a really big one, a huge one,” she moaned as she orgasmed.

“You two so good, so sexy, awesome.”

“Perhaps two Asian boys for us to share soon?,” Glenda asked me in the afterglow.

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My lady Sarah was a little agitated, though she had a wonderful smile, the smile she always has when talking to me about sex, over dinner when she asked, “Can I talk to you openly about a dream I had last night?”

“Of course,” I replied as I held her hand.

“It was such an erotic dream. I had been asking you for weeks to organise two young boys from your gym. You know I am an exhibitionist and how I love teasing young boys with my naked body, especially my big ass. My plan was to walk in to our sex room almost naked for the boys.

“You knew the boys had often made a point of watching you shower in the gym. You also knew some of the other boys had told them about us and our irregular sexual dalliances with other boys from the gym. The boys were naked watching you dry off when you asked them if they would like to visit us on Sunday. My lady would like to meet you, you told them. They were rapt at your invitation as you flaunted your big cock for them while they watched you dress.

“The two spunky boys were naked, sitting on stools opposite each other, their feet barely touching the ground, legs spread. You were standing with your back to the wall, also naked, your legs spread, lightly teasing your nipples with your fingertips, and teasing the boys as they ogled your large, flaccid cock.

“Sarah won’t be long, she is taking great trouble to impress us, you told them, intent on teasing them. You had a bottle of oil close by and teased the boys some more as you smeared oil over your chest, your thighs, then turned and looked over your shoulder as you oiled your taut ass. The three of you could hear me approaching as the noise of my heels preceded me.”

“Don’t tell me your dream cut out at that point Sarah? You had me drooling for more. What were you wearing apart for your heels? Were you almost naked?”

“Almost. You know I love dressing to turn on you and your male friends from the gym. I was wearing your black, silk shirt. I walked in slowly so the boys could get a good close look at me and me them. I walked up to you and we tongue kissed passionately as you lifted the shirt to show the boys my big ass. Then you turned me around and undid the single button on the shirt I had done up and flashed it open for the boys to show them my naked body.”

“And then?,” I asked waiting to hear more.

“My memory fails me at that point. Use your imagination. Would you like to live out my dream with me? Can you organise two boys, or should I?”

Two Friday nights later that was almost exactly how it happened when we made Sarah’s dream a reality. Almost,

The two boys I had organised from the gym had good, toned gym bodies, and asses that will appeal to Sarah. They were naked, sitting on stools opposite each other, their feet barely touching the ground, legs spread. I was standing with my back to the wall also naked, my legs spread, lightly teasing my nipples with my fingertips, and teasing the boys as they ogled my large, flaccid cock.

“Sarah won’t be long, she is taking great trouble to impress us, you already know she loves dressing to turn on my friends from the gym,” I told the boys, intent on teasing them. I had a bottle of oil close by and teased the boys some more as I smeared oil over my chest, my thighs, then turned and looked over my shoulder as I oiled my taut ass. The three of us could hear Sarah approaching as the noise of her heels preceded her.”

She was wearing my black, silk shirt, as she walked in slowly so the boys could get a good close look at her and she them. She walked up to me and we tongue kissed passionately as I lifted the shirt to show the boys her magnificent, big ass. Then I turned her around and undid the one button on the shirt she had fastened and flashed it open for the boys to show them her wonderfully naked body.

My thick, nine-inch erection was pointing to the ceiling as the boys watched me kneel in front of Sarah and lick her to orgasm with my hands grasping her ass.

Both of the boys had average size erections as they watched Sarah lick and suck my erection. “I am going to fuck Sarah now, do you want to stay and watch? She would like you to stay, no pressure,” I teased.

“You are absolutely magnificent, just fucking magnificent,” Sarah moaned as the boys watched from side-on, while she leaned on the small table we had organised and I fucked her doggy style.

“And awesome, just fucking awesome,” the boys moaned as Sarah and I held their gaze while fucking.

“Masturbate for me boys,” Sarah told them with a bottle of oil in her hand as the three of us held out our hands for some oil. She has a thing about watching men masturbate for her. “You too baby, show the boys how you masturbate for me.”

“Masturbate for me boys, while you watch my man, he will give you a lesson in masturbation techniques while I watch. The two boys didn’t last for even a minute, while they alternated watching mine and Sarah’s naked bodies.

I love to masturbate for my lady, an extra buzz for me with female or male, guests and / or lovers watching, today two boys watching. Sarah poured some more oil on to my hands and kissed me with the tip of her tongue as she handed me a cock ring and whispered, “Your cock is like an iron bar. Do it for me and the boys. Would you like me to stand behind you and give you a phantom fuck while you masturbate for me and the boys?’

Sarah is very creative in matters sexual, for her pleasure and mine. She had her arms under mine as she pressed her naked body against my ass, teasing my nipples with her fingertips. I could feel her grinding her pubes into me as she whispered, “Fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking,” while moving her body against mine in a fucking motion while the boys watched me masturbate, one hand wrapped around my balls, the other sliding along the full length of my oily erection. “So good Sarah, fuck yes, so fucking good,” I moaned as I teased the bulging vein in my erection as I built to an incredible, long, noisy orgasm.

A few weeks later Sarah asked, “Would you like me to tell you about my latest erotic dream. It was similar to my dream about the two boys from the gym. However, instead of two young boys, there were two bi women one around my age, another fifteen-years younger, both sexually attractive to me and you.

“The two women were naked, sitting on stools opposite each other, their feet barely touching the ground, legs spread. I was standing with my back to the wall naked apart from my heels, my legs spread, lightly teasing my nipples with my fingertips, and teasing the women as they ogled my naked body. Roger won’t be long, he is taking great trouble to impress us, I told them, intent on teasing them. I had a bottle of oil close by and teased the women some more as I smeared oil over my tits, my nipples. my thighs, then turned and looked over my shoulder as I oiled my big ass. The three of us could barely hear you approaching.”

“Don’t tell me your dream cut out at that point Sarah? You had me drooling for more. What was wearing? Was I almost naked?”

“No You love dressing to turn on our female and male lovers. You were wearing your black, silk shirt as you walked in slowly so the women could get a good close look at you and you them. You walked up to me and we tongue kissed passionately as I lifted your shirt to show the women your taut, toned ass. Then I turned you around and undid the one button on the shirt you had done up and flashed it open for the women to show them your big, thick cock and naked body.

“When you knelt to lick my cunt you had a real boner, to impress the other women. Absolute silence as they watched you lick me to orgasm. I didn’t hold out for long, you know I love you licking my cunt with an audience, this time two bi women. That is awesome, I could hear them whisper as they watched me sucking your thick, nine-inch erection. An extra turn on for both of us with the women watching.”

“Did I fuck you while the women watched?”

“You were absolutely magnificent as the women watched from side-on, while I leaned on the small table we had organised and you fucked me doggy style.”

I will let Sarah take over the story from here.

A little over a week later that was almost exactly how it happened. Almost. Roger told me he wanted to help make my dream become reality. He told me he had invited two women along for my sexual pleasure, both of them bi, Roger had met them and knew I had been flirting them, and they me.

A few years ago on my second date with Roger I remember telling him, ‘I love being licked and teased’, to gauge his reaction. Within a few weeks he was telling me repeatedly, “I live to pleasure you with my tongue; lips and fingers.”

He also made a point of shaving my pubes every Sunday, invariably as wonderful foreplay before he tongue fucked me, often with a third person watching, male or female. Currently I have a beautifully trimmed, black triangle, a sharp contrast to my blond hairdo. I like it, after trying a few other styles.

My man had organised my first lesbian experience a few years ago, and insisted on watching. Ever since my libido has been in overdrive and I am now seriously bisexual. And I love the build up and excitement of seducing another woman. Even more exciting being seduced by a woman, two women is very exciting while my man watches and enjoys.

“Sarah won’t be long, she is taking great trouble to prepare for you, she wants to make an entrance for us,” I heard Roger telling someone in the next room at eight on a Friday night. Will he make my dreams come true tonight? Or something incredibly sexually arousing for me – and him – while he watches?

Today I wanted to look like, feel like and be treated like a cougar lesbian, just a touch of lipstick, mascara, rouge, eye shadow, my short blond hair slicked back to give myself a lesbian look, heels, a very short black skirt and a modest white blouse with just half the buttons fastened. No underwear, though I did have a gold chain around my hips.

“I am so pleased you invited us here today Sarah,” Blair and Carson both told me after I made my entrance to the room we reserve for our sexual activities, wall length mirrors and ceiling mirror, a large day bed, and some chairs. “You know we have wanted to have you since we first met you Sarah.” They are a few years younger than us, Blair makes no secret of her sexuality with her slim, butchy, though attractive appearance. Carson on the other hand is a most attractive lipstick lesbian, my man and I both know they are in a relationship.

“So pleased Sarah,” they repeated as they lightly tongue kissed me in turn, while I focused. My man Roger’s almost naked body was smeared in oil, sitting on a stool, naked apart from his sexy. black jock strap, his taut ass on full display. Blair and Carson were sitting side-by-side on a settee, before they stood to kiss me.

The women were both wearing men’s shirts, Roger’s business shirts, Blair in a white one and Carson in a black one, holding Roger’s hand, obviously her who had oiled my man’s body. Unsure if I was comfortable with her oiling my man’s body, though when she tongue kissed me while I admired her body, wanting it, my jealousy disappeared.

“Show Sarah and I how good you are. I told you she loves being licked and teased,” Roger told them as he retrieved his shirts from their naked bodies. They were both wearing heels, I felt sure Roger had insisted on heels.

“You look hot Sarah, very hot,” Blair and Carson both told me as they undressed me, Carson my blouse and Blair my skirt. Leaving me naked apart from my heels. I was determined to be the centre of attention for the two women with my man watching on. I was standing retuning Blair’s tongue kisses as Carson licked and kissed my nipples, her hand on my ass.

Then I was on my back on the day bed, one knee pointing to the ceiling mirror as Blair licked and kissed the inside of my thigh, before her pointy tongue found my clit, then slid along my cunt lips. She is good, so good, I am wet for her. Carson was alternating tongue kissing me and licking and sucking my nipples. Sexual heaven for me with my man Roger watching, his now full on erection hanging out of his jock strap, some extra eye candy for me while two women were licking and kissing me, treating me as their lesbian lover.

He leaned over me and we exchanged incredibly erotic tongue kisses while the two women were pleasuring me with their lips and tongue. “I love to watch, look how hard my cock is,” he told me.

Blair had no interest in his erection, though Carson did, I could see her glancing at it, wanting it, as she tongue kissed me again. Absolute sexual heaven, a full on lesbian’s tongue pleasuring my cunt lips, while her lover is tongue kissing me while my man is watching with a roaring erection.

Carson was tongue kissing me when she whispered, “I want you to lick me while sit on your face Sarah.”

“Why have you waited so long to ask? You know I have wanted to have you, pleasure you with my tongue while you suck my man’s cock. Let’s do it now.”

Roger and I were in the bath together after the two women had departed, “You organised tonight so well,” I told him. “I wanted to look like, feel like and be treated like a cougar lesbian. So good, and it developed into a four-way, a win-win for all. Though Blair was miffed when I shared her lover. Would you like to share Carson again? I am already fantasising about dressing in my sexy black lingerie for her, and you.”

“Just tell me when,” he replied.

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How I got fucked senseless by 60 guys and girls

This story is one of great change. I went from a horny 18 year old dark red haired 6 foot girl, to a cum slut with a need for hardcore sex seen only in porn. If you have read my story anniversary, this is the story of why I’m like that.

I was walking down a road in the middle of the city in my feel good clothes because this morning I had found my g spot with a vibrator. It was a little embarrassing because it got stuck and I couldn’t turn it off. I ended up having to just lie on the ground trying glory a vibrator stuck on full blast on the most sensitive part of my pussy. It was fantastic.

So as I was walking down the road I looked in a store window and saw my reflection. I looked good and remembered the reason I was wearing those clothes. My legs twisted inward and my finger slowly corresed my tight pussy. My other hand went into my purse where I found my vibrator. As my thighs moistened I looked around and saw a public toilet. I went in unaware I was being observed. As I was in the toilet I whipped out my vibrator and set it to full blast. I circled my entrance before slowly penetrating. My knees knocked together and I had to bite my lip Romero from moaning. I started adjusting then began pounding my vagina it wasn’t long before my juices covered my leg. And the wall. Oops. I wiped my leg and flushed the toilet washed my hands and exited. Almost immediately I was pounced on by a tall blonde in. A short tight dress.

Hi she said

Hi” I said a little uncomfortably considering my pussy still throbbed.

” yeah, I know what your thinking auk ward talkin to a girl just after I masturbated, and I can see by your cheeks going redder than your hair that I’m right.” She said ” so I imagine that you’re still reeeeally horny. So I have a business deal for you. You com with me and get fucked by 60 guys, std free don’t worry, for 20$ a guy 5 bucks extra for each cum load hat stays inside you.”

The speed was too convincing and well rehearsed to be done on a first time so I trusted that I want about to be kidnapped rapped and killed. I decided I would agree. I had a boyfriend but he didn’t have to know, and I would make so much money anyway. A van pulled up and we got in. As we drove along the lady fingered me as “preperation” and I allowed it. We pulled up at a studio apartment and we walked inside. The room was large and partially furnished. In the middle of the room was a small matress.

So just lye down on the matress and wait for guys. Remember, 5$ more if the cum stays inside you. Then 60 guys streamed in.

I lay there and they looked at me, one guy at down on top of me and pushed his dick roughly into my vagina. I moaned, and that urged him on and he pumped harder and harder, after a few minutes he can on my tits. I looked at the cum, then at a window booth. The girl who recruited me was mouthing “eat it” holding up 5 fingers. I go the message and scooped it up with my mana urged nails. I licked the rest of my boobs leading one guy to just come and cum in my pussy. Then the real sex began. I got lifted onto my back with one guy under me and one guy licking my pussy. Then they penetrated me. The cock in my pussy was good but my ass had only once been fucked and only very softly. Another guy came and shoved his dick in my mouth, as I was shacked like a ragdoll it moved my lips around his dick one guy straddle me and put his dick between my c cup tits. He moved his thick shaft and I saw in getting bigger. Then it came. All over my face. I scooped it up and ate it. Taking a slight pause from the blow job then he came as well in my mouth. I had once watched porn with my bf and saw the lady show the cum in her mouth to the guy before swallowing so that’s what I did. He looked at the cum and was thrilled when I swallowed. It was actually quite nice. Then all the other guys seemed to come at me together. Two guys were now in my ass and one in my pussy. Two more guys were on either side of my face cramming there thick long shafts down my throats off tips on my tongue i let them just ram there hips into my face and concentrated on the two had knobs I was giving rotating my hand as I rubbed the long shafts they came on my belly button and the two guys in my ass started putting in fingers now as we’ll. the guy in my pussy climaxed filling me with warmth. But the warmth wasn’t cum. He peed. The ass hole peed inside my pussy. Then he came. I squirted and the fun piss cocktail acted as a lube for the analysts. The guy fucking my whore mouth climaxed at the same time as the ass guys and the it was all over. Until the chicks arrived. One sat on my face and the other two pulled my hands to their pussys. I used three fingers to ram them while licking the girl squatting oncmycface. They all called me brave and a dirty whore. And after they all came they stored there cum in their mouths then put it in mine then I swallowed.

I lay tere cum covered shiny with my boobs jiggling. Then I saw the whole thing was filmed the lady who recruited me gave me a long tongue kis camera and asked me to call myself a cum slut.

” im a cum slut, I say. And I love it”

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Chase rescues Sister Stella from demons and learn of a dark plot.

The Devil’s Pact, The Tyrant’s Daughter
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2015

Chapter Five: Sister Stella

Notes: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this!

Tuesday, May 24th, 2072 – Chasity “Chase” Glassner – Sierra Nevada, CA

The nun ran right towards me, screaming in terror. She held up the gray skirts of her habit as she ran, exposing legs clad by blue jeans. Her pale-blonde hair streamed behind her tangled with her white veil.

I didn’t blame her for running.

Three black, disgusting demons chased her, roaring like big cats. They loped across the meadow, manes of spiky obsidian flashing in the sun. My heart thudded in my chest. What was going on? Where did those lion-demons come from?

“Help me!” the nun screamed, racing fast across the meadow.

Alison, my pack mule, snorted in fear and jerked the reins out of my hand, almost pulling me off my feet. My mule ran up the trail. If she was anything like the real Alison, one of my father’s sluts, she wouldn’t have run off.

The nun reached me, throwing her arms around me. She trembled as she clung to me, sobbing incoherently with fright. Nuns didn’t have the abilities of monks to fight demons. But there should be one with her. When I reimbued humanity with the gifts, seventy-two men and seventy-two women had become the new nuns and monks to fight against my parents.

They were the ones that had led mankind into anarchy.

The lions rushed quicker, their clawed paws tearing up the fields, the plants wilting in their wake. Their eyes shown silver like the stars. I touched the golden power inside myself. I was the Prophetess, the human chosen to restore the gifts to mankind.

I had power I could use on their kind.

I just hated using it.

“I command you to flee, demons!” I bellowed, golden light flaring about me. The light condensed into a circular ball hovering over my head. I pointed my finger.

A beam lanced out, striking the lead demon. It roared in pain as its black flesh sloughed off into vanishing dust. The golden light disintegrated its forepaw. It crashed in a heap, its three reaming legs kicking as it struggled to rise.

“You do not belong in this world! Go back to the abyss!”

The second lion leaped at me. My beam caught it right in its roaring mouth. The demon’s body disintegrated from the inside, the lance punching out through its back. It crashed into a bony heap at my feet, a cloud of foul dust washing over me, stinking of rotten eggs and chimney smoke.

The final demon crashed into me before I could speak. Golden light flared as its sharp claws raked into my flesh. The nun squealed as we were both thrown to the ground. I tumbled, my head smacking hard, lights dancing around my head.

I blinked, struggling to think. A demon howled in pain. The nun shook me, her face over mine, screaming in panic. I couldn’t understand what she said. There was a terrible ringing in my ear. The sky spun above me.

A shadow appeared. The nun ducked a paw swipe and the demon crashed onto its face before me then pushed itself up with its one forepaw. It was the first demon I had hurt, missing a paw. Its jaw was right above my face, sharp, shiny deep hungry for my flesh.

“Go away!” I coughed.

The beam of light flared from my head.

The demon’s head disintegrated.

It collapsed in a heap beside me, foul smoke drifting over to my face. I coughed, struggling to sit up. Blood, mixed with golden light, spread across my chest. The third demon had cut me bad, but my powers were slowly healing me.

Where was the third demon?

With a groan a set up. A demon still howled in pain. It lay in a heap behind me. Its two front legs had dissolved up to its shoulders. When he hit me, my defenses flared and destroyed his forelimbs. The demon struggled to rise, but it didn’t have the balance to stand on two feet. Its face was planted in the dirt.

“You have to banish it back to hell before it finishes healing, St. Chasity,” the nun panted. “Hurry.”

I spoke the words. The light lanced it. The demon was exorcised, its corpse blowing away as dust.

“What the fuck is going on?” I demanded at the nun.

She gasped in shock at my language.

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Reina Glassner

I knew it was a mistake to trust Queenie and my brother-husband to muck out the stables where our pack mule, plow horse, and two dairy cows slept in.

“That’s nice,” Rex moaned. “Keep doing that.”

“They’re having fun without me,” I hissed, putting my hands on my hips. Our older sister hadn’t even been gone an hour.

I burst into the barn and was faced with Queenie’s pale-white, naked ass flashing at me as she knelt before Rex, my brother and both our husband. He was naked, his rippling, tan chest shone with sweat, making him seem hunkier. I groaned, shuddering and shifting my hips. Queenie’s shaved pussy winked between her thighs, dripping with her excitement.

“What is going on?” I demanded.

“Queenie’s giving me one of her delicious titty fucks,” Rex said, patting the haybail beside him. “Take that dress off and join us.”

Queenie flashed a grin over her shoulder, her long braid of black hair slipping off her back. “Oh, yes, wife of mine. It’s so much more fun when you join in.”

“You haven’t even mucked the stables,” I sighed, pulling off my dress, exposing my lithe, tan body.
“Later,” Rex smiled. “We got a little…distracted.”

Queenie giggled wickedly, working her pillowy tits up and down Rex’s thick cock. So much for Queenie being the responsible one. I know I wasn’t.

With a smile, I fell down on the hay beside Rex, pressing my body against his and kissing him on the lips. He groaned, his strong arm wrapping around me, his hand sliding down to grip my ass and give me a squeeze.

My pussy grew wet.

“You two are so cute when you kiss,” Queenie giggled. “I love it.”

I broke the kiss with my brother, lying my head on Rex’s chest and watched as Queenie slid her breasts up and down his thick shaft. The swollen crown of Rex’s cock would emerge and Queenie swiped her tongue around the tip, bringing a soft moan from our husband.

“That’s so hot. I wish my tits were big enough,” I sighed.”

“You still have time to grow bigger,” Queenie smiled. “You’re only eighteen. They might grow a little bigger.”

“They won’t,” I complained. “I bet our mother had tiny breasts.”

All Rex and I knew of our mother was her name—Isabella—and that she was a fervent worshiper of our father. She may have been a priestess before she was burned at the stake, and I did believe her claim that we were Mark Glassner’s children.

We had his appetite.

I should join Queenie and lick the tip of Rex’s cock, my subconscious whispered. He would love it.

My subconscious always had the best ideas.

I slid down my brother’s chest, planting kisses the entire way until I reached Queenie’s pillowy tits. I nipped her nipple, loving the squeal from my wife’s lips. Rex’s dick emerged from Queenie’s wonderful tits. My tongue licked, swirling around the tip. He groaned in delight, shuddering beneath me.

“Oh, that’s perfect,” he moaned. “Both my lovely wives.”

I shifted my body to get more comfortable. His hand grasped my ass, squeezing my butt cheeks. I shivered as his finger dipped into my crack. He tickled my sphincter. I shuddered in delight, my mouth sucking harder on his cock head when it emerged.

“Naughty brother,” I giggled as the tip of his finger pushed into my tight asshole.

“What’s he doing to you?” Queenie asked, a big smile on her lips.

“Fingering my ass.”

She giggled. “Give our wife what she loves, husband of mine.”

“Always,” Rex grinned, shoving his finger deeper inside my tight bowels.

I moaned and shuddered, my finger clenching down in delight. I swirled and kissed his cock harder when it emerged. His finger was wonderful inside me, sending heat and delight rushing to my tingling pussy. I clenched my hole, writhing my hips as he pumped faster and faster in me.

“You two are driving me wild,” Rex groaned.

“Are you gonna cum on your wives’ faces?” Queenie moaned.

“Oh, do that. I want to share your cum with Queenie.”

“Wife of mine, you have the best ideas,” Queenie purred.

Her tits worked faster, her hard nipples brushing my cheeks as she worked those pillowy mounds up and down Rex’s shaft. I latched onto the tip of Rex’s cock, squeezing my bowels down on his fingers as I sucked for all I was worth.

I wanted his cum.

“Damn, Reina! Oh, yes! What a loving sister-wife you are! Fuck! You’re gonna make me cum.”

“Do it!” moaned Queenie. “Cum! I want to share it with Reina.”

Me, too.

His cock throbbed. His hips bucked. I pulled the shaft from my mouth. The slit at the tip opened a bit. His cum shot out and splattered my face. I groaned, guiding his cock, sending the next spurt to paint Queenie’s face with the hot jizz. The third blast flew between us, splattering into both our hair. The cum ran down my face, finding my lips.

I loved the salty flavor.

And there was more on Queenie’s face.

We both let out hungry growls and went for each other, kissing hard. I pulled Queenie to me, falling back on the hay so her pillowy tits rubbed against my small cones. Our mouths and tongues sucked and licked, gathering all the cum off each other’s faces. And then we kissed again, sharing out prize. Our tongues swapped back and forth, passing Rex’s cum from her mouth back to mine. I loved the salty flavor mixed with her sweet kiss.

“Damn, that’s hot.”

“Get your cock hard, husband of mine,” Queenie panted. “You have two hot pussies to service.”

“Why don’t we give him a hand,” I purred, pushing my hand between Queenie’s thighs. Her pussy was hot and wet. She groaned as I sank two fingers deep into her depths.

“Oh, yes!” Queen moaned, her head dipping down to suck on my hard nipple.

I fingered her faster as she sucked and nibbled, the pleasure shooting right down to my burning pussy. I humped my hips, my wet pussy brushing her thigh. I shuddered, smearing my pussy up and down her leg.

“Mmm, that’s nice,” I panted, my fingers squelching in Queenie’s pussy.

“And fucking hot,” grunted our husband as he lay on the hay watching us.

I groaned, smearing my pussy up and down Queenie’s thigh. Her flesh was silky, caressing my clit and labia. The pleasure surged inside me, mixing with the excitement of her mouth licking and sucking on my nipple. I groaned, loving the joy bursting through me.

“Let’s sixty-nine,” Queenie gasped, spinning around and straddling my face.

“Damn!” Rex groaned as Queenie buried her face between my thigh.

I squealed in delight, her tongue flailing through my flesh. I seized Queenie’s hips, pulling her pussy down to my hungry lips. I sucked and nibbled on her clit, thrusting my fingers back into her tight sheath.

“Yes!” she gasped into my pussy. “I love you, Reina.”

“Love you, too,” I moaned around her clit, my words muffled.

The delicious, tart flavor of my wife filled my lips. I feasted on her labia as my fingers probed the depths of her pussy. Her sheath gripped my fingers as she bucked on my face, moaning her passion into my pussy.

Her tongue pleasured me. Queenie had quickly learned how to lick a woman’s pussy, taught by Rex, and she was giving me every bit of her effort. I shuddered beneath her as the pleasure built. I squirmed, my entire body tense with passion.

“Fuck, you two are hot!” Rex groaned. “Lick those pussies. Damn, I’m getting hard again.”

“Good!” Queenie moaned.

Her tongue buried into my pussy. Her nose brushed my folds as she wiggled her mouth and fluttered her tongue. I gasped and bucked as the pleasure grew. I dived my fingers deep into her pussy, curling them about.

Queenie’s lips found my clit. Her tongue caressed it.

My body exploded.

I screamed my joy into her tasty twat. My pussy clenched, my juices flooding out into her hungry mouth. I probed her pussy faster with my fingers as my orgasm rippled through me.

Queenie was right behind me.

Her pussy spasmed about my fingers. Her pillow tits rubbed into my stomach as she writhed on top of me. My face was flooded with her tart juices. I closed my eyes as she squirted on my face. I loved that I made her cum that hard.

“Oh, Reina,” Queenie moaned, spinning around and lying atop me, our lips meeting.

Our tongues flashed, licking each other’s juices. I savored my spicy flavor as we kissed, our bodies coming down from the high of our climaxes.

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Rex Glassner

My wives writhed on each other, Queenie atop Reina. Their pussies beckoned me, two hot slits drenched in juices. My cock throbbed, ready to go again as I knelt, watching their clits bump together as they kissed.

I want to fuck them both, my subconscious whispered.

“Uh-huh,” I moaned in agreement.

I just need to shove my cock in one pussy for a few strokes, pull out, and shove it into the other.

“Damn,” I groaned. My subconscious always had the best ideas.

I buried into Reina’s pussy first.

My sister-wife squealed into Queenie’s mouth. Her pussy squeezed down on my cock. She was tight and wet, her pussy really gripping my dick in the middle. I worked my cock in a few times, shuddering as she caressed my head.

I almost didn’t want to pull out. But Queenie’s pussy beckoned.

I yanked my cock out of Reina and slammed into Queenie. She was tighter at her entrance, really gripping my cock as I drove in. I couldn’t say which pussy I loved more. Probably which ever one I was currently buried in. Reina gasped in frustration as Queenie moaned.

“That’s it! Fuck me, husband.”

I groaned, ripped my cock out, and slammed it back into Reina. “Oh, yes! That’s a naughty game! Fuck me! Pound me! Yes!”

“Don’t forget me,” pouted Queenie.

“I haven’t!” I grinned, pulling out, my cock drenched with both juices. I slammed into Queenie. “There you are.”

“Thank you!” she gasped, my strokes pushing her clit down onto Reina’s.

“Fuck her!” Reina moaned, squeezing Queenie’s ass.

I ripped out and buried into Reina.

“Pound our wife!” groaned Queenie, her hips writhing, tribbing Reina harder.

I went back and forth. The brief respite between pussies let me calm down. I pounded them hard, savoring their moans of delight. I loved both their pussies. I loved fucking both my wives. Reina came first, her pussy shuddering about my dick.

“Yes, yes, yes! That’s it! You always make me cum so hard! I love it!” Reina squealed as she came.

I ripped my cock out, fighting off my own urge to cum, and slammed into Queenie’s silky depths. She deserved her cum, too.

“Oh, fuck! Keep thrusting! Keep pushing my clit onto Reina’s!” Queenie shuddered. “Oh, yes! I’m so close! Please keep fucking me! Let me cum!”

“Do it!” Reina moaned. “Let her cum! Don’t be mean!”

I kept in Queenie’s pussy, pounding her harder and harder. My balls slapped into both their clits. Queenie bucked and pushed her hips back into my thrusts. She let out a throaty squeal when her pussy spasmed about my cock. I savored every moment I drove into her depths.

My own balls were about to boil.

But I couldn’t cum in Queenie’s pussy and not Reina’s.

I ripped my cock out, jerking fast. I shuddered as the pressure swelled. My hand was a blur, lubed by both their juices. I groaned, grinding my teeth. And then my cock erupted. Thick, white cum sprayed both their shaved pussies. I shuddered, swaying as I fought to stay upright.

“Damn,” I groaned as my cum dripped down their slits. “You two are hot.”

“Uh-huh,” Reina moaned, pulling me down into the hay, their sexy bodies pressing up against me.

“We should muck out the stables,” Queenie whispered, her eyes closing.

“Later,” Reina sighed. “Mmm, I need a nap.”

I nodded my head in agreement, cuddling with my wifes and letting sleep overcome me.

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Chasity “Chase” Glassner

“You really are St. Chasity,” the nun gasped, falling to her knees before me.

“I am! Now tell me what’s going on? Who are you?”

“I’m Sister Stella Leon, a Nun of the Order of Tina Allard.”

I furrowed my eyebrows. “You weren’t one of the women that received the gift at Mount Sinai.”

She shook her head. “Last year, Sister Vera retired and gave me her gift. I was so honored to be chosen.”

I nodded, remembering plump Sister Vera. “Okay. Then why are you being hunted by demons?”

“I…” She swallowed. “I received the Ecstasy a week ago. Brother Alasnbek and I were traveling into the mountains to find the golden light. To find you. But…the demons attacked us a few miles from here.” Tears brimmed in her eyes. “They…they tore Brother Alasnbek to pieces. I…I tried to…stop them…but…”

“You couldn’t.” I hugged the Nun, pulling her to my breast. Alasnbek had been a big guy with a ready laugh. “It’s okay. It wasn’t your fault.”

“Brother Alasnbek killed two…but…they ripped into his golden…armor…and…”

I held her, letting her cry onto my shoulder. Her tears were hot and wet, soaking through my torn shirt. The pain from my wounds faded as my power repaired the damage. All the grief and fear poured out of the nun. She was incoherent for a few minutes, her cries transforming into a keening wail.

I understood this grief. Nuns were often close with their monks. She maybe grieving a lover as well as a partner. And I understood grief. I didn’t rush her. I let her cry until she was ready to speak again.

Alison wandered back in the meantime, trying to look apologetic for running away as she watched us, the mule’s eyes dark and liquid. I wasn’t buying her contriteness and fixed her with a steady gaze.

Finally, the nun’s grief ran its course enough for her to speak. She pulled a handkerchief out of a pocket in her habit, wiping at her face. Crying hand transformed it into a frightful mess, her cheeks red, her eye swollen.

Pity moved in my heart for her.

“Saint Chasity. I’ve come for your help.” Sister Stella took a deep breath. “Followers of the Tyr…your parents are planning to summon them into the world again.”

I grunted like I had been punched in the stomach.

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Queenie Glassner

“Oh, my!” a woman gasped.

I bolted up, my naked breasts jiggling. Chase stood in the barn doorway and a—

“I’m so sorry, Sister,” I gasped, throwing my arms over my naked chest, my cheeks blushing. The nun’s cheeks were just as red as she stared up at the ceiling. “I…I didn’t know.”

“What’s going on?” Reina asked, sitting up and stretching, not at all caring that a nun was witnessing her naked shame. “Why are you back already, sister dear?”

“I see why you three were so excited for me to leave,” Chase said. “Get dressed, take care of Alison, and come to the house. We need to talk.”

“What is going on? Who are they?” the nun gasped.

“My younger siblings and their wife.”

“Wife? They both married her?”

“And each other,” Chase shrugged, leading the shocked nun out.

My cheeks burned so bright. “A nun saw us. We’re in so much trouble. We sinned and—”

Rex put his finger over my lips. “Chase is the Prophetess. That nun has no authority over her and she married us.”

“It’ll be okay,” Reina added, standing up and brushing off the hay stuck to her ass. “Let’s get dressed.”

I found my dress quickly, ashamed I didn’t have any undergarments. I had become such a loose person since marrying the twins. I liked how loose I was. But we were violating the new Church’s rules. For as long as I can remember, the new rules had been preached to me.

Rex took care of Alison, stripping off her packsaddle and throwing the bags over his shoulder. Reina took my hand, and we followed Rex out to the house, smoke rising from the chimney. Chase must have started supper.

“What’s going on, sis?” Rex asked when we burst in. “Why’s a nun here?”

“That’s Sister Stella,” Chase said.

Rex grinned at the nun, his eyes examining her porcelain face framed by her white-blonde hair. She was pretty. My cheeks reddened. I shouldn’t think of a nun in that fashion.

“Wash up,” Chase added. “I’m making a simple stew. We’ll talk while it cooks.”

The three of us obeyed. Rex and Reina in a hurry, eager to find out what was going on. I was scared. What if the nun was here to annul our marriage and say it was a sin. I shuddered. I didn’t want that.

Reina came back for me. “Come on,” she said. “It’ll be fine, okay. She’s not breaking us apart. Rex wouldn’t let her.”

“Okay,” I whispered and let Reina drag me away by the arm.

Rex was already sitting at the table across from Sister Stella. The nun sipped at a cup of peppermint tea. It wasn’t real tea, with actual tea leaves, but an herbal infusion made from local spices. Reina and I sat on each side of Rex, sitting close. Stella eyed us, her blue eyes considering.

Chase sat down beside Sister Stella. “Tell them what you told me.”

“They are children,” Stella objected.

“You’re not much older than us,” Rex growled.

“I’m older than I look.”

“She’s a nun,” Chase reminded him. “They all look eighteen.”

Sister Stella took a deep breath. “Very well. I was in San Fransisco five days ago when the Ecstasy fell upon me. The Archangel Gabriel communicated to me that the Tyrants…”

Rex and Reina both cleared their throats.

“Fine, Mark and Mary,” her face twisted as she said their names, “are plotting to escape from the Abyss. On July 20th, on the slope of Mount Rainer at Paradise, their followers will conduct a ritual to summon them back into this world.”

“Why Paradise?” Rex asked.

“And the twentieth? What’s so special about that date?” Reina added.

“And where’s Mount Rainier?” I asked.

“Mount Rainier is up north in what used to be called Washington State,” Chase answered. “July 20th is the date my parents were married on the slopes of Mount Rainier at Paradise.”

Sister Stella nodded. “That’s why the Glassnerians are conducting the ritual there. As you know, the heretical teachings of the Tyr…Mark and Mary survived, including the foul Epistle of Isabella that teaches how to make Pacts with the…Mark and Mary.”

“Isabella?” Rex frowned. “Is that our mother?”

Sister Stella gave the twins sharp looks.

Chase nodded her head. “That’s why they burned her.”

“So our father’s trying to escape from Hell,” Rex muttered.

Sister Stella’s face hardened. “I’ve come here to seek Saint Chasity’s aide. Providence has guided me here, and led me to the Prophetess’s side.”

“And I’ve agreed to go,” Chase added. “I’ve stopped our father once. I liberated the world from them. I won’t let them conquer it all over again.”

“Then we’re coming with you,” Rex growled, slamming his fist on the table.

“Yes,” Reina nodded.

“No, they cannot,” Sister Stella gasped. “It’s hard travel to Mount Rainer. We will need to move quickly. If we’re lucky and have no delays, we can make it on time. We do not need children slowing us down.”

“Children?” demanded Rex. “We know how to travel. We grew up in the Mountains. You are not stopping us from going and protecting our sister.”

“She is not leaving us!” Reina added, slamming her fist down.

I smiled at my spouses. “Yes. We need to go.”

Rex looked at me in shock.

“Chase is my sister now. I want to help her out.”

Chase looked at the three of us. “They’re going.”

“But…” Sister Stella started to protest. She clamped her mouth shut when Chase fixed her with an adamant stare. “Yes, Saint Chasity.”

“That’s going to get annoying,” Reina muttered.

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Chasity “Chase” Glassner

I couldn’t sleep.

For once, I was alone in my bed. I insisted that the twins and Queenie share their own bed. It would be the last time the three of them would have for months. Before my parent’s death, a trip up to Mount Rainier would take a couple of days of driving from here. But on foot, we would need most of the two months we had.

I hoped one of the bridges over the Columbia river still stands. We would never make it on time if it there wasn’t a way to cross.

An eager dread filled me. I had the chance to see my parents. But would they want to see me after all the pain I had caused? They suffered in Hell. I couldn’t blame them for wanting to escape.

But they were too powerful for this world. Mankind had to be free. I could only hope that in a few generations, mankind would be back on track to where they were before my parent’s ruined everything.

I wasn’t sure I could stop them a second time. I did know what I would do on the 20th. Stop them or just ask for their forgiveness. Maybe this time I would finally die. I left out one detail to my siblings. Sister Stella promised that she would have to take away my Prophetess powers to stop my parents.

I would finally be free. I could finally die.

Rex and Reina wouldn’t understand. They would want me to stay. But staying young, dwelling on my guilt, wasn’t living. It was existing. They would grieve me, but they would be able to move on. They had each other and Queenie. They had a family to start and enjoy.

A soft knock rapped my door.

“Come in,” I said. “I can’t sleep.”

It wasn’t Rex, he would never have knocked. I figured it was Queenie, given how timid the knock was.

It was Sister Stella.

She stepped in, trembling like a child. Her hair seemed to glow in the silvery moonlight as she stepped forward. When she reached my bed, she quickly pulled off her nun’s habit, revealing her naked body. Her breasts were tiny, barely sprouting, making her seem so virginal and innocent. A soft down of fine, almost invisible, pubic hair graced her pussy.

“Sister Stella?” I gasped. “I thought the new church taught homosexuality is a sin.”

“I’m a nun on a mission,” she smiled, sitting on my bed. She reached out, touching my hand. “I’m forgiven of all my sins. And…I’ve been in love with you for years.” She swallowed. “I never thought I would actually get to meet the savior of mankind.”

Savior. What a joke. But her trembling, yearning passion touched me. I took her hand, pulling her to me, and kissed her on the lips. It was nice to be desired again. My siblings and Queenie loved me, even lusted for me, but they didn’t desire me. They merely had fun with me.

I pulled her to me, wrapping my arms around her waist. Our kiss deepened as our bodies pressed together. I rolled her onto her back, my hand sliding up her side to cup her small breast. She moaned into my lips as I pinched and rolled her nipple.

Her legs were locked tight together. I broke the kiss. “Relax. Spread your thighs, and let me trib you. You’ll love it.” My mother loved to trib women. She taught me that same love. I had been just as nervous the first time.

Stella spread her thighs. I settled between them, writhing my hips so my pussy rubbed against hers. She shuddered and moaned. Her arms wrapped around me as her own hips began to instinctively move. I nuzzled at her neck, licking up to her ear.

“Doesn’t that feel nice?”

“Yes,” she gasped. “Oh, Saint Chasity.”

“Chase.” I giggled. “We’re making love. I think you can call me Chase.”

“Oh, Chase!” she moaned, her hips writhing harder, our clits brushing together. “Mmm, that feels wonderful.”

Our bodies undulated together. Our flesh was hot as we pressed against each other’s bodies. Her pussy was wet silk caressing my clit. I shuddered, my ass clenching as I tribbed her harder. My bed creaked, rocking with our passion.

Her fingernails bit into my back. Our lips met, kissing hard. She bucked beneath me, gasping into my lips as her orgasm shuddered through her. Her pussy drenched mine, our flesh growing so slippery. I savored her pleasure, my passion growing in the core of my pussy.

“So amazing!” she gasped, breaking the kiss.

Her hands cupped my face. We stared into each other’s eyes. The moonlight caught her blues, and they twinkled like brilliant stars. I let myself get lost in the eternity of her gaze, my passion building and building.

“Stella!” I gasped as my pleasure rippled through my body.

“Chase!” she moaned, pulling me down for a sweet kiss.

I sighed into her lips as I ground my clit one last time into her pussy. The pleasure was gentle as it rolled through me. I shuddered in her embrace. And then I collapsed against her. She held me, her kisses soft.

We cuddled and drifted off to sleep.

Tomorrow we would leave. I didn’t expect to return.

To be continued…

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Chantelle and Lana share their goddess downfall, staying faithful to death.

The Devil’s Pact, The Hell Chronicles
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2015

Chapter Six: To Death

Note: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this!

Monday, November 17th, 2014 – Svitlana “Lana” Paquet-Holub – Seattle, WA

I smiled at the beautiful face of my sleeping daughter. Lily was in her crib, swaddled in a pink blanket. Carrying Lily to term had been a wonderful, trying, tedious, amazing, uncomfortable, loving, and exciting experience. It was all worth it to bring forth my darling daughter.

My wife, Chantelle, leaned against me, staring down at her. Lily was a miracle. A daughter born to two mothers. I wasn’t talking metaphorically either. Chantelle could grow a thick cock, and she knocked me up.

“Thank you, Lilith,” I purred, a reverent shudder passing through me.

Chantelle nodded beside me. “Yes. She gave us this miracle,” she purred in her lilting, French-Canadian accent.

My wife and me were as different as night and day. She was slim, dark-haired, and lithe, whereas I was blonde, big breasts, and curvy, my voice thick with my Ukrainian accent. We met as strippers—Chantelle would call us exotic dancers—at Deja Vu in Lakewood, Washington. There we debased ourselves for the foul lusts of men before the asshole Mark and his whore enslaved us.

And Lilith set us free. She showed us a world free of men. Seattle was the start of our paradise. Every man in the city that had survived wormwood had been exterminated. Tomorrow, Mark Glassner would die. Ziki, Fiona’s monstrous daughter, had posed as Jessica St. Pierre for a year, placed to kill Mark with Mispach, a cursed dagger forged by Cain.

“I want another child,” Chantelle said.

“Well, why don’t we slip off into our rooms and we can work on it,” I giggled. “Just stick that big cock up inside my pussy and I’ll suck all the cum out of your ovaries.”

“I want your child, Lana,” she said, leaning her head on mine. “I…I want you to fuck me with a cock.”

I blinked, looking at my wife. “I thought you didn’t want that?”

“I changed my mind,” she smiled. “You were so happy carrying Lily. And the month I spent carrying Lamia were wonderful.”

Every woman that served Lilith and lived in Seattle had borne the goddess one of her monstrous daughters, creating an army for our goddess. I had born Cora, my hulking manticore daughter. But the pregnancies gestated fast. Only a month to come to term, and only days for our monstrous daughters to grow to maturity.

“I want to carry your daughter.”

I squeezed my thighs together. I had long wondered what having my own cock would be like. I had resisted the urge out of love for my Chantelle. “Let’s do it,” I grinned. “I can’t wait to be sliding in and out of your tight pussy.”

Chantelle’s cheeks colored. “Nor can I. I want tonight to be special, in case…”

*Nothing is going to go wrong tomorrow,* I sent to her telepathically. We were connected by the Siyach ritual. Lilith is a Goddess. She can defeat Mark fucking Glassner.

Chantelle gave me a sad smile.

I threw my arm around her shoulders. “Come on. My big, fat cock is going to cheer you up. You’re going to love it. A real cock is so much nicer than a dildo.”

Chantelle giggled as I pulled her from the nursery into our bedroom. Our lips met in a kiss as we pulled off each other’s pink robes, our naked bodies pressing together. My heavy breasts rubbed into her perky tits, our hard nipples kissing, rubbing together, tingling pleasure through our bodies. My pussy was soaked, dripping down my thighs.

We fell onto the bed, Chantelle beneath me. My tongue devoured her mouth. Our pussies ground together, my hard clit rubbing against hers, smearing our hot juices together. I shuddered, savoring the feel of her silky flesh.

“Mmm, you like that, baby?” I purred in her ear, my tongue nipping at her lobe as I tribbed her hard. Our bed creaked beneath me, and Chantelle shuddered.

“I love it.”

“I bet you can’t wait to feel my hard cock sprout for the first time? I bet you want to feel my girth pushing into your tight cunt.”

“I do, Lana!” she moaned, arching her hips up. “Fuck me. Knock me up. Put a baby in me.”

My ass flexed as I ground my pussy against hers. My clit slid through her hot pussy lips, growing slick with her juices. A sweet, tart, and tangy musk filled my nose, our excitement mixing together as we humped.

“I’m going to make you cum so hard with my big, thick cock,” I moaned.

“Yes, yes, yes!” gasped Chantelle, her fingernails digging into my back. Her hips rose, bucking hard into me. “I want your baby! Oh, Lana! I’m gonna cum! I’m so on fire!”

My own orgasm swelled. I tribbed harder. We needed to cum together for the Shophkah ritual, the spell that would give me a cock. My lips found hers, thrusting my tongue in deep as I fucked my wife hard. The pleasure grew in me, my body trembling in anticipation for the explosion of energy.

Chantelle broke the kiss. “I can’t hold out any longer. I’m cumming! Oh, yes! Cum with me, Lana! Please!”

Her juices flooded my pussy, a hot, sticky mess bathing my cunt with her love. My clit brushed hers. My orgasm erupted through me. “Shophkah!” I screamed.

My clit throbbed. Power surged through me as the spell completed. My clitoris expanded, pushing forward, sliding into Chantelle’s pussy as it grew into a thick cock. I gasped in surprise, my eyes widened as her tight, silky flesh engulfed my cock. It was amazing.

“Shit!” I gasped, my back arching, driving my new dick into the depths of her pussy. “Oh, Chantelle! Oh, wow! You’re so tight! Oh, fuck! I love it!”

Chantelle shifted her hips, her pussy writhing about my cock as her orgasm rolled through her. “Oh, yes! No wonder you always wanted to fuck cocks! This is wonderful!”

“You ain’t felt nothing yet,” I laughed, drawing back and slamming into her.

“Oh, baby!” Chantelle purred, her hand stroking my cheeks as I thrust into her.

I rose on my elbows, my breasts hanging down, my nipples rubbing against her perky mounds as I pounded her tight pussy. Heat rippled through her. Her pussy clenched and relaxed on my cock. This was wonderful. Magnificent. I couldn’t believe the joy I was experiencing. Bliss shuddered through me.

“I love having a cock!” I groaned, my hips thrusting harder. “Oh, fuck! Oh, yes! I love it!”

“Fuck me!” gasped Chantelle. “Knock me up! Give me a baby!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” I grunted, hammering my hips forward. “I’m going to knock you up! Your belly’s going to swell and grow so big. Then you’re breasts are going to produce delicious milk.”

“Like yours?” Chantelle purred, grabbing on my large tits and bringing it to her hungry lips.

I shuddered as she suckled, my breast milk squirting into her lips. The pleasure shot straight to the tip of my cock. I pounded her harder, a growing tension mounted. I was going to cum with a cock. It felt so much more intense and direct, all the sensations gathering at one point.

The tip of my new cock.

Chantelle nursed and swallowed, moaning as she drank my sweet breast milk down. I loved it when she nursed while fucking me with her big cock. Fucking her with my dick while she suckled was just as amazing. Every time she nursed, and my milk flowed into her mouth, electricity ran down my body to the tip of my cock buried in her depths.

“That’s it! Drink mommy’s milk!” I groaned. “I’m going to plant a daughter in your belly. And when they’re old enough, we’re going to pop their cherries. Lily and Evelyn, side by side, spreading their sleek thighs so their mothers can deflower them and plant grandchildren in their bellies.”

Chantelle sucked harder, her hips bucking beneath me. Her pussy exploded, writhing about my cock. Something thick and hard swelled, rubbing against my belly. Her own cock grew, trapped beneath our flesh.

“You like that, huh,” I pured. “You want to fuck our daughters when they’re older. You naughty mother.”

“Yes!” Chantelle gasped, her lips stained with my milk. “Yes, yes! I want that! Lily and Evelyn! We’ll enjoy their flesh.”

I buried into my wife. My cock erupted. I shuddered as these intense jets of cum shot out of me, each one sending a powerful wave of pleasure through me. I grunted and groaned, and then it was over, my orgasm passed.

“Yes, yes! Cum in me!” gasped Chantelle! “Knock me up! Plant a daughter in me!”

My wife’s cock erupted, squirting cum up both our bodies, our breasts dripping in spunk. I collapsed on her, smearing our girl-cum soaked tits together as I held my wife, our cocks softening. Our future was going to be so wonderful. Lilith was going to make a paradise for our daughters to grow up in.

Tomorrow, Mark would die and Lilith would win.

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Tuesday, November 18th, 2014 – Chantelle Paquet-Holub – I-5 at Seattle City Limits

The plan failed. Ziki stabbed Mary instead of Mark, and his golden sword cut the shapechanger in half.

“Defend me!” Lilith screamed in terror, stepping back.

“For my goddess!” my fierce wife yelled, drawing her bronze dagger and charging as Lilith fled past us.

I drew my own dagger, and danced forward. For a year, Lana and I had learnt how to fight with the dagger. We weren’t the same helpless women Mark had enslaved on the Island Explorer a year-and-a-half ago. We weren’t going to be his slaves ever again.

Mark’s sword slammed into my wife’s face. It didn’t cut her. It was a Priest’s blade, made of Celestial Gold, and could only cut supernatural foes. But Lana was thrown to the ground by the force of the blow, her nose broken and spurting blood. She collapsed in a twitching daze.

I had been a dancer since I was ten. I moved with grace, dodging Mark’s sword attacks while his whore wife Mary died behind us. Mark growled in rage as I danced about his sword. But I couldn’t close in. He was too fast.

Then he swung too hard, overextending his swing. I dodged in, thrusting my knife forward.

It was a feint. His freehand struck out, catching my wrist. I gasped in surprise, and then pain explode up my arm. He broke my wrist, my dagger cluttering from my hand. He punched the pommel of his sword at my face.

I was dead.

At least I bought time for Lilith to escape.

Darkness fell on me.

I woke up with a splitting headache. I lay on hard cot. My wrist throbbed in agony. I tried to move it. A pair of manacles were about my wrist. I shuddered at my twisted, right arm. A ball gag was stuffed into my mouth. I tried to move my arms to reach up and undo the gag.

Chains rattled. My broken wrist exploded in pain. I had manacles on my ankles, my wrists restraints connected to the ankles manacles by another chain. I shuddered and moaned into my gag, tears flowing out of my eyes as I fought against the pain.

I looked around my cell once the pain had subsided. I was in a jail cell in the Seattle Police Department. One of Mark’s bodyguards—draped in the slutty, disgusting parody of a cop’s uniform—watched me. The poor woman was one of Mark’s slaves, his choker tight about her throat, stamped with her number—20. He took even her name away, the fucking pig.

*Lana…* I sent out, hoping my wife lived.

*Chantelle! Thank the Goddess. I thought you were dead! They won’t take off my gag. They won’t talk to me!*

*We’re alive,* I sent in relief.

*We’re his prisoners. He’ll make us his Thralls again.*

*He can’t. Mary’s dead. She was stabbed by the Mispach. He doesn’t have a way to exorcise our Pacts. He can never control us, my love.*

*Then he’ll kill us.* Lana’s thoughts were strangled by despair.

*We’re bound together. Even in death, we’ll be together.*

*In death…but what about our daughter?*

I squeezed my eyes shut, picturing Lily lying in her crib. A shuddering sob rocked my body. My daughter wasn’t protected from Mark. If she still lived, he would corrupt her, poison her mind, and turn her into a whore when she grows up.

What went wrong? How did we lose? Didn’t Mark fear the consequences of another plague? We were ready to unleash an even stronger form of Wormwood, one that would kill every man instead of just 1/3.

Footsteps echoed down the hall. I looked out, a pair of shadows drawing nearer. The bodyguard suddenly moved, walking to my cell door. A buzz rattled, and then my door clanked open. The bodyguard strode in, seizing my left arm and hauling me up.

It was hard to walk. I had to shuffle forward out of my cell. Lana was lead out of her cell next to mine, her face swollen, her nose twisted, smears of blood staining her cheeks. But she was alive. I wanted to go and hug her, but the bodyguard kept a firm grip.

The approaching figures were Fiona and Thamina. They were walking around free. My heart sank. They betrayed us. Lana let out a furious, muffled shriek, lunging forward. The bodyguard shoved her up against the wall, pulled out her baton, and slammed it with a crunching thwack into Lana’s leg.

And then I saw why she was furious. Fiona held our daughter Lily.

“We brought Lily to see you,” Fiona said. “She’s perfectly fine. Thamina and I will look out for her, okay. So don’t worry about her.”

I screamed in rage. They were traitors.

Thamina’s dusky face fell. “Yes, we betrayed Lilith. I…I couldn’t live with my daughter killing more people. Lilith was defeated, so…I…” Tears fell down her face and she swayed. “I…I killed my daughter. I stopped Tir from unleashing another plague.”

“It’s over. Lilith is dead,” Fiona added. “She led us into ruin. It’s time to make accommodations with Mark and Mary.”

I flinched and Fiona nodded. “Mary’s alive?” There was only one way. Only Lilith’s blood could heal her. My goddess truly was dead.

“Yes, why wouldn’t she be?” Fiona shook her head. “It doesn’t matter. It’s time to see reason and capitulate to them.”

I shook my head violently. I would never be his whore again.

“Mark and Mary, well, they still think fondly of you two.” Fiona sighed. “Of all of us, really. Thamina and I were pardoned. They promised to let us live our lives unmolested. We can keep our free will and our Pacts so long as we don’t interfere with their rule. You can get the same offer.”

I shook my head again. Lana joined me.

*I’m not trusting those bastards!* Lana hissed in my mind.

“Since you two were the High Priestess’s of Lilith, you will have to publicly repudiate Lilith in front of her followers. If you do this, you will also be pardoned.” Fiona held up our daughter. “Lily will be able to grow up with her mothers.”

*I will never forswear Lilith!* I declared to my wife. *She is our Goddess.*

*Yes! Our Goddess! I will not worship Mark!*

Fiona’s smile fell. “You have until tomorrow to think about it. Mark and Mary will hang you if you don’t repudiate Lilith.”

My blood ran cold. But I was Lilith’s High Priestess. I loved my Goddess. *Fiona and Thamina will care for Lily,* I sent to my wife. *But we have to show Lilith’s followers that our Goddess sill matters. That she is what is needed to change the world! They must keep faith. We must be a beacon to them! An example!*

*Our deaths will only fuel their passion!* Lana agreed. *I was prepared to die for Lilith this morning. I stood up against Mark. I will do so again!*

I fixed Fiona a fierce stare.

“We’ll take good care of Lily,” Thamina promised, stepping forward. “She’ll be loved and we’ll tell her who her mothers really were.”

A tear trickled down my cheek and I nodded my head.

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Wednesday, November 26th, 2014 – Svitlana “Lana” Paquet-Holub – Seattle, WA

We weren’t executed the next day. We had to languish in prison for a week. Mark and Mary were too busy dealing with the Apocalypse to care about us. Doubts ate at me. Everyday, Fiona or Thamina brought Lily to visit us. Our other daughters, Lilith’s monstrous offspring, were all dead or fleeing the city. Knowing my Cora, she died defending our Goddess.

But the sight of my human daughter weakened my heart.

*You have to remain faithful,* Chantelle would urge. *Mark’s victory is complete if we give in. Lily will understand when she’s older. Once we’re dead, we’ll reunite with Lilith and help her once again break free of Hell and dominate the world.*

My wife’s fervor stirred me. She was right. We were Lilith’s High Priestesses. She rescued us from bondage. We couldn’t be feckless and forswear our loyalty the way those cunts Fiona and Thamina had.

But still, my heart was torn for my daughter.

On the morning of our execution, Mark and Mary strode into the prison. For the first time in over a week, we were unchained and ungagged. I guess the “Living Gods” as the egomaniacal Mark insisted on being called, had no fear over us and our magic.

And I could believe it. They radiated power. They had changed so much in just the week since I saw them at the bridge. So it was true. Fiona and Thamina told us about the Apocalypse that had been unleashed. The Gods blamed Lilith. They claimed her whorish ways opened the gateway between the worlds, summoning her demonic brethren before she was defeated.

I didn’t believe it. Lilith never wanted to free the others.

“We’re not serving you,” spat Chantelle, nursing her broken wrist. The poor thing had been in pain all week. Her beautiful face was smeared with dirt and sweat, her lips chapped, and her cheeks sallow. I bet I looked just as frightful.

“We’re Lilith’s High Priestesses,” I added, folding my arms beneath my breasts and glaring at the false gods.

“The gallows then,” Mark said, his voice grim. “We don’t have time to waste on you. 51, take them outside.”

“We did love you both,” Mary added as the bodyguards seized our arms and marched us through the prison, Mark and Mary trailing behind us. When I first met them, they had been a perverted, laughing couple. They were soft, only out for their own amusements. I never would have imagined they would have hardened into this tyrannical pair.

In the courtyard of the jail huddled prisoners. They were the most devout followers of Lilith, standing under guard by the Legion—Mark and Mary’s personal army. Babylon and her daughter Crystal stood proud beside Starlight and Mona, and many other members of the original coven that worshiped Lilith.

I held my head high. They were still loyal to our goddess.

A gallows had been erected with a pair of nooses. News media crowded one end, their cameras pointed at us, broadcasting our deaths to the world. I tried not to shiver in the frosty, November morning. I only wore thin prison clothes, the cold slicing through the fabric. My heart thudded in my chest. I was going to die.

There was no escaping it. But I marched with back straight, an example that Mark and Mary could be defied.

Lana and I mounted the gallows, climbing the wooden stairs to the platform. I stood upon the trapdoor, the noose hanging right before my head. A bodyguard grabbed it and pulled it around my neck, the rope rasping as the knot was pulled tight. The rope was coarse on my neck. I kept my head held high, staring at Mark and Mary as they stopped in the center of the courtyard, looking as regal as a pair of monarchs.

The Tyrants of the world.

“Lilith is the true goddess!” Chantelle screamed. “She is the true ruler of this world. She will rise again! She will cleanse all the verminous men from the planet and make it pure again!”

“We are her faithful priestesses!” I added. “We shall be rewarded in paradise! All who remain loyal to Lilith will be blessed! Do not waiver in your devotion to our true Goddess! Do not follow these false gods! Be faithful, even to death!”

Mark motioned his hand. Gags were shoved into our mouths. I didn’t fight it. We said our peace. Then the bodyguards pulled out the black hoods. I suddenly shuddered. I looked over at Chantelle, catching a last glimpse of my wife’s beauty before suffocating darkness engulfed me.

My breath rasped beneath the hood, my heart pounding. This was it. I was about to die.

“Chantelle and Svitlana Paquet-Holub,” Mary announced, her voice cool. “You have consorted with the Demoness Lilith.”

So did you, Mary. You summoned Lilith from Hell. You and Mark gave her the key to her freedom. You should hang with us.

“You have borne her monstrous daughters,” she continued. “You committed biological terrorism resulting in the deaths of billions. You occupied and raped the city of Seattle, exterminating the male population. For your crimes, you are sentenced to death by hanging.”

“All who still worship Lilith shall follow,” Mark boomed. “But any who forswear Lilith and repudiate her monstrous ways shall find mercy at the hands of their loving Gods. Chantelle and Svitlana have squandered their chance for mercy and have earned their fate.”

The trapdoor dropped and I was falling, falling, falling.

Into darkness.

The darkness gave way to a searing wind that blistered against my skin. I opened my eyes, coughing as yellow dust, reeking of rotten eggs, blew into my mouth. I stood in yellow dust. Everywhere I looked, a pervasive, sallow haze swallowed the land.

“Chantelle!” I screamed, my voice ripped away by the howling wind.

For a moment, a chain flashed about my throat, leading off into the fog. Leading to Chantelle. It was our connection, the Chabab spell binding our souls together forever. I stumbled in the direction of the chain flashed, screaming for my wife.

*Where are you?* Chantelle sent to my mind. *I’m lost!*

*Me, too! Everything is yellow.*

*I saw the chain for a second. I tried to follow it, but I think I’m turned around. It’s all the same.* Her thoughts were on the verge of panic.

I focused on the chain, trying to see it again. My hand reached out, waving in front of me, trying to touch the metaphorical connection. We weren’t in the real world anymore. We were in Hell. There had to be a way to see it or to touch it. I visualized what I had seen, picturing the chain leading out before me.

My hand brushed hard metal. I seized it, the chain flashing into being before me.

*I’m coming!* I sent, my hands pulling on the chain. *Stay put. I’m coming.*

*I knew you would,* Chantelle sent, relief bubbling in her thoughts. *You’ll always come for me.*

*To death and beyond,* I sent back.

I followed the chain through the howling storm. It didn’t take long to find her. We probably appeared only feet apart, but were unable to see or hear each other in the terrible wind. She huddled into a ball on the ground.

She was beautiful. Her wounds inflicted to her that last week of our lives had healed, her face shining with love. I fell to my knees, wrapping my arms around her, and exulted in the solid warmth of her body. We were in Hell, but we had each other. We could find a way to survive.

“We need shelter!” she screamed in my ear. I could barely hear her.

*Yes!* I agreed, sending the thought. It was easier than screaming in her ear. *Where?*

We could stumble around aimlessly in this storm and probably never get anywhere. I huddled with her, our bodies stretching out on the dust. The wind seemed to scream in from every direction at once. My mind hurt trying to wonder how that was possible.

No. I needed to focus on the shelter. If only there was a way to dig into the ground and form a cozy little home for ourselves, with a nice soft blanket to lounge on, while we waited out the storm. I could see it in my mind.

Hell responded, feeding off the power of our souls.

The ground beneath us opened and we fell onto a soft blanket. Chantelle gasped in surprise. We were in a small, cozy cave, lying on a quilted blanket not unlike something my grandmother would have sewn. The storm howled above us, but it didn’t touch us down here.

“That’s amazing,” Chantelle gasped. “How did you do that?”

“I imagined it,” I smiled. “I guess this is Hell. It’s not a real place.”

“You are amazing!” My wife’s lips met mine, her tongue flashing.

My blood boiled. For a week, we had been kept apart, not able to love each other. She pushed me back onto the blankets, her perky breasts rubbing against my heavy tits. I savored how soft the blanket was, relishing being comfortable in Hell when I had been so miserable on earth.

“I’m going to lick you everywhere,” my wife purred, her tongue sliding across my cheek to my ears.

“Promise?” I giggled.

Her smile was naughty and my pussy flushed with heat.

Chantelle kissed down my neck, her tongue flicking, tasting me everywhere. I shivered in delight as her hands kneaded my breasts, squeezing them together. Milk beaded, leaking out of my large, dark nipples. Her tongue flickered out, licking up the milky drop.

And then she latched on and sucked.

“Oh, yes, I love it when you do that,” I purred, her cheeks hallowing as she nursed. Why did I have breast milk in Hell? Because I believed I should have it?

Her mouth drank and suckled, filling up her cheeks. She drained my right breast before she kissed over to my left. She purred happily as she nursed. I stroked her black hair, my pussy on fire. I spread my legs, humping my clit against her stomach.

I let my cock grow.

“Are you giving me a hint where I should lick next?” Chantelle giggled, licking her lips clean of my milk.

“Maybe,” I purred.

Her tongue licked down my stomach, dipping into my belly button. I squirmed, my cock throbbing as she worked lower and lover. Her mouth kissed about my cock, dipping between my legs, reaching the wet folds of my pussy. I lifted my large breast and suckled from my own tit, savoring the flood of creamy milk.

Chantelle licked through my folds up to the base of my cock. I shuddered, bucking my hips and suckled harder. I let my breast milk flow down my throat. She licked again, her tongue continuing all the way up to the tip of my cock. She swirled around the head, shudders of pleasure shooting through me, before she kissed back down. Her tongue rooted through my pussy, licking and drinking my excitement.

Then she spread my legs wider open, her tongue moving lower, and she licked at my asshole. I shuddered in delight as she rimmed me, my nipple popping from my lips, my sweet milk lingering in my mouth. Her tongue dipped in, tasting my sour hole, before she licked up, her tongue flicking through my pussy on its way to my cock.

“Suck my dick,” I moaned as she kissed up to the tip. “I’m so horny. Let me feel your lips wrapped around me.”

Her tongue swirled, darting about my head. I shuddered, arching my back, thrusting my cock down her lips. She swirled her tongue, greedy to lick and suck at my flesh. And I was greedy to let her. Her tongue was amazing.

“I love you so much!” I moaned, thrusting my cock into her hungry mouth. The tip ached. I shuddered. And then she thrust three fingers into my pussy.

I came.

My pussy convulsed about her fingers and my cock erupted, squirting come down her mouth. She drank down my passion as greedily as my breast milk. White spunk leaked out of her mouth, trickling down her chin as blast after blast filled her.

“Mmm, that was delicious,” she purred, sliding up, her own cock thrusting out from her pussy, hard and eager. She grabbed it. “Where should I stick this?”

“Hmm, how about my asshole,” I laughed. “Your tongue teased me, but I need more.”

Chantelle guided the tip of her cock to between my asscheeks. I shuddered as her head wedged between them, pushing at my sphincter. I groaned, my asshole stretching open for her thick dick. The heat was intense. I gasped, my own dick throbbing hard again.

“Oh, yes! Fuck my ass! I love it, baby!”

Chantelle loomed over me, hooking my legs and throwing them over her shoulders, her dick sliding deep into my ass. I groaned as she slowly fucked me, her hard nipples rubbing on the backs of my thighs as she fucked me.

My hips writhed to meet her thrusts. I squeezed my bowels down on her, loving how thick she was. I humped faster, working her cock deeper into me. Her thrust picked up the pace, our flesh slapping together.

The pleasure washed through me, ending at the tip of my throbbing cock. Precum leaked out, rubbing on my belly as Chantelle pounded my ass. I loved it. The heat grew intense, building in my core. I gasped and moaned, my voice louder than the howling winds above.

“That’s it. Cum on my dick,” purred Chantelle. “I love it when you do! You always make me feel so wonderful.”

“Yes, yes!” I panted, my eyes squeezing shut as a wave of pleasure shot through me. “I’m going to explode.”

“Me, too! I want to feel your cum cover my body!”

Chantelle thrust hard into me.

I gasped. My cock erupted, shooting cum up my body and splashing on my heaving breasts. My pussy gushed juices, flooding down to her hard cock reaming my ass. My bowels squeezed down on her girth, massaging her as the pleasure washed through my body. I gasped and moaned, tossing my head, my senses assaulted by bliss.

“Lana!” my wife screamed, and then her cock erupted inside my ass.

Pulse after delicious pulse of cum flooded my bowels. I was full of a hot, sticky mess that I savored. My legs parted and Chantelle collapsed on me. I held her tight. I never wanted to let her go. We were going to spend eternity together.

We made love for hours and energy built in our souls. Our lust seemed to feed each other, making us a little stronger. We never grew tired. We never grew hungry. We were beyond those mortal concerns. We took each other in every way we could imagine waiting for the storm to die down.

Finally, the winds slowed and a blood-red sky appeared. We crawled out of her hiding hole, looking around at the sulfur plain. In the far distance, a skeletal forest reared. I didn’t like the look of that.

“Lana!” Chantelle gasped.

I turned and blinked in horror. A brawny man dragged five women in chains, their bodies coated in yellow dust, stared at us. A hungry smile crossed his lips as he eyed our naked bodies, his cock throbbing hard; how disgusting. Two new manacles appeared in his hands.

“You two are the most beautiful yet I’ve found,” he growled. “You didn’t escape from Dis? No, you’re newly dead, right? Well, don’t worry, Superman will take good care of you.”

I blinked, and then noticed the red S painted on his muscular chest. “He’s the warlock that thought he was Superman,” I groaned. “From Scotland.”

“I am Superman!” the brute roared and flew at us.

To be continued…

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A quick and kinky bestiality fantasy!