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I was in psych 101, trying to catch up on some of my reading before my night
class started, when this chirpy redhead with more tits than brains sat down
in the desk next to me.

“Hi, my name’s Andrea Page! What’s your name?”

“Debbie Chang,” I said, reluctantly putting down my book, eyeing her with
suspicion.

Andrea held out her hand for me to shake. I took her hand in mine and held
it for a moment, then let it go.

“Pleased to meet you,” she said primly. “So… What’s your major?”

“History.”

“I haven’t picked a major yet. It’s so hard to choose, y’know? I wanna do
this, I wanna do that. I can never make up my mind.” She twirled a strand
of red hair between her fingers.

“Uh huh.”

She had big, wide, naive blue eyes and a sprinkle of freckles across her
nose. Her red hair was teased up into a frizzy spray. What really caught
my attention was the tight, white silk blouse pulled taut across her large
jugs. I have a thing for big tits. Down below, she had on a long black
skirt, and her stockingless legs were curled beneath her chair. Even after
what little conversation we’d had so far, I could tell she was an idiot —
one of those annoying university brats trying to land a husband, not a
degree. All she had to offer the world were
her big tits and her red hair. So why the hell was she talking to me?

“Anyway,” Andrea said, “I kind of missed the first three weeks of class,
cause I broke up with my boyfriend, and, you know how it is… I was all
upset and stuff. I was wondering if…”

“You were wondering if you could get a copy of my notes,” I said flatly.

“Right, right!” she laughed. “I could tell you were smart just looking
at you!”

And that pretty much cleared up why she was talking to me. She needed
help, so she was becoming my friend in that chirpy, leech-like way. And I
had to wonder — did she think I was smart because I’m Japanese? Or did
Andrea confuse looking like a dyke for looking smart? Because I look like a
dyke. I enjoy looking like a dyke. I wear construction boots, I keep my
black hair very short, and I wear jeans and flannel shirts. Anyone with a
lick of sense looks at me and thinks, “There goes a very butch Japanese
dyke.”

But as I looked into Andrea’s blue, innocent eyes, I could see she had
no clue that I was a lesbian. That’s probably why I decided, right
then, that I had to fuck her. On some level her innocence offended me
so much, I decided to break it.

“It’s funny you should ask me that… See, my brother took this course
last year, and I have all of his notes. He even kept copies of the
exams. Apparently the professor teaches the same stuff every year, which is
what makes these notes so valuable. If you want, we could go back to my
place, after class, and I could give you my brother’s notes for you to
photocopy. I only live five minutes from here.”

I’ve always been a good liar.

Andrea’s eyes lit up with greed. Anything that allowed her not to think was
a good thing.

“Really? Wow! That would be, like, so great! You’d really do that for
me?”

“Sure thing,” I said. “I’m sure we can come up with some way you can
pay me back.”

“Oh, absolutely!” Andrea squealed with glee. “I’d do anything for those
notes!”

That’s when the professor arrived and class began.

Andrea spent the two hours doodling pictures of unicorns and flowers
into her notebook. I spent my time stealing glimpses of Andrea and
plotting her downfall. By the end of the night, I swore to myself, her
tongue would be deep inside my cunt.

When the droning professor finally decided to call it quits, I got up to
leave, like I’d forgotten all about Andrea.

“Uh, Debbie?” said a tiny voice behind me.

I turned and looked at Andrea, then pretended to remember our
arrangement. “Oh right!” I said, loud enough for people around us to
hear. “You wanted to go back to my place!”

“Yeah,” Andrea said meekly. “Did you forget?”

“Sorry, yes.”

There were a few stares from the people still mulling around. A couple
of people looked at Andrea, their expressions saying, “Is the redhead
gay too?”

“Are you absolutely sure you want to go back to my place?” I teased, hamming
it up for our audience. “It’s not like you know me very well.”

“Well, yeah,” Andrea said, flustered and confused. “Yeah, I don’t know you,
but… So what? I mean, I can trust you and… Yeah, I want to
go to your place. You asked me, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, I asked you to come back to my place, all right,” I said, with
just a hint of seduction in my voice.

A young guy snickered at my tone, but Andrea just stared at me blankly,
completely oblivious.

“Well. are we going then?” she asked meekly.

“Sure thing. If that’s what you want to do.”

I reached out and took her hand. Still confused, she let me take it,
and I led her from the room.

How could a redhead be so blonde?

I held her hand the whole five minute walk back to my apartment
building. Her reaction to the hand-holding was hilarious. I could
almost hear her brain trying to figure it out, trying to ascribe it to
me being “Japanese” or just friendly.

“Here we are,” I said, as I unlocked the door. I turned on the lights
and pointed to the couch. “Take a seat. You want something to drink?
Some juice, maybe?

“Sure,” Andrea said.

I came back with a very full glass of grape juice. When Andrea turned
to take the glass from my outstretched hand, I pretended to lose my
grip. Grape juice poured down the front of Andrea’s expensive silk
blouse. It’s an old ruse. But when you’re dealing with someone with
the IQ of a potato chip, why use A-material?

“Ohmigawd!” Andrea squealed, jumping to her feet. “Ohmigawd, my shirt!”

I clucked my tongue and shook my head. “That was awfully clumsy of you.”

“What do you mean? You spilled it on me! My blouse! Oh, it’s silk and
it’s ruined!”

“Don’t be so melodramatic. My uncle is a dry cleaner, I know how to fix
these things. It just has to soak for a while in warm water. Take off your
blouse and give it to me. Let Debbie make it all better.”

Andrea’s freckled face turned red, and her mouth opened and closed with
no sound coming out.

“Come on, come on,” I said, rolling my eyes. “We’re all girls here,
aren’t we? Besides, the longer you wait, the less likely it is I can
save your shirt. Hurry up.”

With trembling hands, Andrea untucked the blouse from her skirt and
began undoing the buttons. She took the blouse off and handed it to me.
The bra she was wearing was white and lacy, and her two plump boobs filled
it to capacity. Nice, rounded cleavage. I sure could lose myself in those
tits of hers. The bra looked fancy — definitely part of a matching set
bought at some boutique. A gift from an old
boyfriend, perhaps?

“Gee, you spilled so much grape juice on yourself, it got your bra wet too,”
I said. “Better give me that as well.”

“What? My bra? No!”

“Andrea, that bra is silk, obviously expensive, and it’s going to get
stained. Don’t be such a ninny. You don’t want it to get ruined, do you?”

“Well…” she looked down at her bra, thinking about it. “N-no. I
couldn’t take it off.”

“Why the hell not?”

She stared at me incredulously, her mouth hanging open. “Do… Do you have
a shirt you could loan me, or…?”

“Andrea,” I sighed, “just give me the fucking bra, okay? What’s the matter
with you?”

She looked flustered and embarrassed, uncertain of what to do. There
was a pause, and then she turned her back to me, reached behind, and
undid the clasp. Jackpot! Keeping one arm folded across her chest, and
still trying to remain turned away, she held out the “juicy” bra. Her
attempt to hide her enormous tits with her thin little arm was
laughable. The soft, white curves stuck out no matter what she did.
My eyes gobbled her tits up.

I snatched the bra from her outstretched hand and hurried out of the
room. With a little hot water and a squirt of dish soap, I dropped her
bra and her blouse in the kitchen sink, and swished it around. Paper
towels were sitting on the counter. I grabbed them and rushed back into the
living room. Andrea was now sitting on the couch, hunched over, her hands
covering her breasts.

“Here,” I said, holding the paper towels out to her.

She didn’t know what to do. She didn’t want to take a hand off a tit
and expose it to me, so she just stared at the paper towels.

“W-what’s that for?” she asked.

“To clean up the mess you made, stupid. You got grape juice all over my
floor. Go on. Take the paper towels and clean it up.”

Andrea took her right hand off her tit and I caught a glimpse of a dark,
red, swollen nipple — which she quickly tried to hide with her left arm. I
stepped back for a better perspective.

“I d-didn’t spill the juice, you did,” she said.

“Yeah, right. Just clean it up.”

She got down on her knees, trying to keep her chest covered and clean
up the mess at the same time. It took all my willpower not to laugh.
Andrea tore off paper towels, trying to do it with one hand. Her boobs
kept getting loose from her grasp like they had a mind of their own.
Mopping up the mess with one hand, clutching her big jugs to her chest
with the other, her face was beet red. Being on her hands and knees was a
good look for her. A couple of tears trailed down her face, but it just
made me hornier. Finally, she managed to wipe up the mess, and
handed me the dirty paper towels. Then she sat back down on the couch,
and concealed herself as best she could.

I dropped the used paper towels on the floor.

“I don’t mean to be cruel, Andrea, but I just don’t get it. How old are
you?”

“Wh-why? I’m, twenty one.”

“I’m twenty five. You’re in first year university?”

Andrea nodded.

“I’m in third year. Seeing as how we’re both grown women, in
university, is there really a need to hide your breasts from me like
we’re teenagers or something? We’ve both got breasts — yours are just
a little… fatter, than mine.”

She winced at the word ‘fatter’. Just like I knew she would.

“It’s…” she stuttered. “I can’t… I…”

“Look at me,” I said.

Her face red with shame, Andrea looked up from the floor and into my
eyes. She was so pathetic and adorable — flushed, humiliated,
frightened, crying a little. All the things I love in a woman.

While she watched in amazement, I slowly undid my shirt, and then let it
drop to the floor. I reached behind my back and unhooked my bra. My lemon
sized tits sprang forward, my tiny pink nipples erect. I stood there,
making no move to cover myself up.

“Feel better?” I grabbed my tits playfully and shook them at her. “Now
we’re both topless. Okay? They’re breasts. It’s not that big a deal.
Jesus Christ, be an adult about it.”

Andrea laughed nervously, and slowly took her hands away from her boobs.
She remained hunched over, but I still got a good look at her jugs. White,
round, firm, big as softballs, with areolas the size of quarters. Her
nipples were a dark red, and jutted out like pinkie fingers. I couldn’t
wait to suck on them.

“I’m, I never…” Andrea stammered. “Even, at the gym, I don’t… I don’t
like to be naked… Even in front of women. It’s… I have these great
big boobs, and it’s… I always feel like people are always staring at me!
They think I’m stupid because I have big boobs.”

As casually as I could, I sat down next to her on the couch. “Is it really
so bad when people stare at them?”

“N-no. Um, well, sometimes it’s… It can be… a pain. But, other
times. I… I kind of… I like being looked at.”

“Lean back,” I commanded. “Stop hunching over. Let me get a look at
these popular tits of yours.”

Andrea hesitantly did as she was told. Her breasts were now completely
exposed, thrust forward. Two soft, sexy spheres of flesh topped with
cherry red nipples. I felt my mouth water.

“Does it bother you, when I stare at your breasts?” I asked. “Does it
upset you?”

“N-no. Well, a little. But… Not, not really. It’s not like, you’re a
guy.”

I laughed and she looked confused. My god, she was such an adorable
little idiot. I let the moment stretch out as I ogled her.

“Can I touch them?” I said suddenly.

“Wha..?”

“May I touch your breasts?”

Andrea quickly hunched over, once more trying to conceal herself.
“N-no, that… That would… Would be… Why would you want to do that?”

“Andrea, why are you playing so hard to get? What’s your game?”

“What are… you talking about?”

“In front of an entire classroom full of people you practically beg me
to take you home, you spill a glass of grape juice on yourself, and now
you’re pretending to be all naive and stupid about what we are.”

“I didn’t, I… W-what, what we are?”

“Lesbians,” I said, emphasizing every syllable of the word.

“Oh… Oh my gosh, Debbie, I’m so sorry, but… But I’m not… There’s
been a… I’m not…”

“Be quiet, and stop hiding your tits from me.”

“But Debbie, I…”

“Do as your fucking told,” I growled.

Andrea took her hands off her tits and just stared at me, her mouth
hanging open. She looked frightened, lost. But too dazed to run.

I leaned over and gently touched her breasts, stroking them. “Nice,” I
purred. “Solid. Probably the best tits I’ve ever seen.”

“D-don’t, do that,” she said, feebly trying to push my hands away.

I grabbed her hands and pinned them to her sides. Lowering my face to
her tits, I slipped a nipple into my mouth and sucked on it. The flesh
puckered under my tongue, and Andrea let out a little moan — it was
difficult to tell if it was a moan of pleasure or fear. Or both. She
wasn’t fighting me in the slightest.

“People look at me,” I said, “and they know I’m a dyke. They can just
tell. Are you trying to tell me…” I paused to slurp on her tits.
“…that you didn’t know?”

“I, I did-didn’t know,” she said between groans.

“Weren’t you wondering why that guy laughed when you said you wanted to
go home with me?”

I tentatively let go of her left wrist. She made no move to push me
away, so I put my hand on her breast, cupped it in my hand, and squeezed.

“I… I don’t know why he laughed.”

“He laughed, because he thought you were a dyke, begging me to take you
back to my place, so I could fuck you. He thought you were a lesbo,
just like me.”

I nuzzled against her tits, pushing them against my face with both hands.

“I’m, not… a d-dyke.”

I got up off the couch and moved away from her. “Let’s find out what
you are. Stand up.”

“Why?”

“Do it!”

As though she were in a dream, Andrea drifted to her feet and looked at
me blankly.

“Take off your skirt,” I said.

“N-no. I…”

“You’re embarrassed?” I said with a sneer. “Shy? Don’t want me to see
your cunt? Fuck that stupid little girl bullshit. Take off your
fucking skirt.”

“I… I don’t want to…”

“Are you absolutely sure about that?” I asked. “Going to university
isn’t just about classes. It’s also about experiencing new things, and
this is new to you. So think hard about this. If you walk out that
door, you’ll never know — what would it have been like to let a dyke
have her way with you? You’ll spend the rest of your life wondering
what you missed, believe me. Picture yourself at fifty, mourning the
day you didn’t fuck another woman. So sure, feel free to leave — half
naked, without a shirt on, your tits out in the open air for all to see.”

“Or,” I continued, “you could shut your stupid mouth and take off your
fucking skirt.”

I started to silently count to ten. I figured that, if I reached ten,
and she still had her skirt on, I’d give her one of my shirts and send
her on her way. I’d had my jollies. No need to mess with her any more
than I already had. I’m evil, but I’m not a monster.

When I got to six, Andrea unbuttoned her skirt, and let it fall to the
floor. She stood before me, wearing nothing more than a lacy white thong.

“So, what does this mean?” I teased.

“I… I don’t…”

“Does that mean you want to fuck?”

“I don’t… know.”

“Are you aroused?” I asked. “Is your cunt wet? Your nipples hard?”

Andrea managed to mumble, “I don’t…” and then fell silent.

I stepped forward and put my hand down the front of her panties. Andrea let
out a gasp of surprise — she was too startled to fight me. I slid a finger
between her pubes and parted the folds of her twat. When I slipped inside
her, she was wet. Very wet. I pulled my hand out of her underwear and held
my dripping fingers under her nose.

“Know what that is?” I asked, rubbing the wet between my fingers.

Andrea shook her head.

“That’s proof you’re having a good time. You actually get off on being
humiliated, don’t you, you stupid cunt?”

“Y-yes,” she whimpered.

I grabbed a handful of red hair, pulled her mouth to mine, and I kissed
her. At first, it was like kissing a mannequin. My tongue was dancing
all by itself. And then, slowly, she responded, melting into me, her
tongue meeting mine, her arms wrapping around me and pulling me into
her. It was one of the most arousing things I have ever experienced in
my life — feeling that rigid, cold denial turn into hot, yearning, lust.

I slid my hands down her back, and cupped her plump little ass. She
leaned harder into the kiss, pushing herself even further into my mouth,
while her hands stroked frantic circles over my bare back. My mouth broke
away from hers and she was gasping for air, her eyes wild and crazy. She
had no idea what she was doing, or if she wanted to be here at all. I
grabbed hold of her thong with both hands and pulled it down her legs. She
stepped out of her panties without my having to ask.

When I took a step back from her, to look at her, I saw her about to
conceal herself again.

“Don’t,” I said. “I want to see you. Lean back, against the wall.
Spread your legs a little. Let me see what you look like.”

Timidly, she did as she was told, her back making contact with the wall. She
spread out her hands on either side of her, and spread her legs. Soft, wispy
red hair grew on her cunt. A real redhead — not that I ever doubted it.
Her body was all ripe curves of pale, milky flesh. Here and there were
freckles dotting her skin like a constellation of rusty stars.

“You’re beautiful,” I said.

Her face turned red once more. Blushing came so easily to her. It made me
jealous, in a way. I couldn’t remember the last time I had blushed.

“Turn around, let me see your ass,” I commanded.

She slowly spun about, planting her feet apart, and leaned into the
wall, a criminal about to be frisked. Her ass was wide and soft, as
white as moonlight. I quickly took off the rest of my clothes, and then
attacked her from behind, pressing myself against her back, reaching around
and grabbing at those full tits of hers. Andrea let out a moan as I teased
her nipples between my fingers, sucking at her neck like a vampire. One
hard squeeze of her boobs and she moaned, almost falling to her knees.

I trailed my hand down her back, slid it between the cheeks of her ass,
down to her cunt. For a few seconds, I fluffed her pubes, and then I
slipped a finger into her. As I toyed with her twat, Andrea bent over
slightly and thrust her ass back at me, desperate to have me pump her cunt.
Even as she did it, she seemed unaware of her own actions. Her pea brain
said no, but her happy little cunt said yes.

Of course I teased her, let my fingers swirl around the folds of her
pussy, avoiding all the hot spots, then playfully scurrying over her
clit, slipping into her cunt and pumping her.

“I’m going to make you a dyke,” I whispered in her ear. “You’ll never
want a man when I’m done with you. You’ll want cunt, day and night.
I’m going to make you love the taste of pussy. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she moaned.

“Women will make you wet from now on. Your mouth will water at the
thought of cunt cream on your tongue. Every girl in every class —
you’ll picture her naked, in your bed. You’ll fantasize day and night
about pulling off a woman’s panties and burying your face in her mound.”

“Yes.”

I grabbed her by the hand, dragged her to my bedroom, threw her on to
the bed. She lay there, sprawled the way she fell, not looking at me.
Crawling on the bed after her, I pulled her legs apart and stared into
her cunt. Her labia were remarkably pink against the pale white flesh
surrounding it. I reached out and stroked her pussy with my fingers,
causing her entire body to shudder.

“If I suck, on your cunt, you have to suck on mine,” I said. “Do you
understand?”

“Y-yes.”

I dove into her twat, flicking at the hot little slit with my tongue.
Girl goo poured out of her, sopping the sheets. Working at her pussy
from top to bottom, teasing her with soft little touches then frantic,
violent slurps, Andrea bucked under me, groaning and sobbing with glee.
My cheeks were wet with her sex syrup as I fucked her hole with my
tongue, then concentrated on her clit. Her thighs squeezed against my
head, trying to keep me locked on her button. I decided to oblige her.
I put my entire mouth over her little pink dot and flicked it non-stop
with my tongue. Pretty soon, her groans and moans reached a crescendo.
She stiffened up, and then cried out my name as her body arched and
broke, trembling with release.

I pulled away from her and looked her up and down. Her ordinarily pale
white skin was flushed red — not just her face, but her whole neck and
chest. And she was crying, happy crying. I must have ripped a huge
emotional clog out of her system, because she was laughing and crying
and hysterical.

“I… That was… I…”

“Shut up,” I said tenderly, and moved up her body. She tried to grab
hold of me, to hug me to her, but I pushed her hands away. This wasn’t
about affection — this was about getting fucked by a pretty little
idiot. I stood up on the bed, and planted a foot on either side of her
face, then gently sat my ass on her boobs. My hands held on to the
headboard so I didn’t crush her too much.

“Andrea, I’d like to introduce you to my cunt.”

Her eyes locked on to my raven haired twat, and her blue eyes expanding
in a mixture of fear and anticipation.

“But, I… Could…”

“The next time you move your tongue,” I said, “you’re not going to be
using it for talking. You’re going to be using it for fucking. Because you
have a cunt, I’m sure your familiar with all the major areas of pleasure.
Clit, fuckhole, labia, what have you. Be sure to touch all the bases before
sliding into home plate, okay?”

I got down on my knees, straddling her face, caging her head between my
thighs. She looked so vulnerable and lost, and she couldn’t take her
eyes off my pussy. I couldn’t help but laugh at her. My twat lowered
down on to her mouth, and keeping my hands on the headboard, I started
to grind against her face.

She put her hands on my ass, and her tongue swished around lazily. As
she started to find some confidence, Andrea flicked her tongue all over, and
she pulled my ass down, trying to bury herself in my pussy. Once she got
the hang of it, after a minute or so, she was a great little slit gobbler.

I slid my cunt all over her face, ground against her chin, rode her head
like a pony. Her tongue danced over my clit, danced away, danced back
again. Her nails dug into my ass.

“Suck it,” I moaned, “suck it, you little dyke bitch. Fuck, yeah…
You little… fucking… slut. You’re my bitch now, my little fuck
toy, I can do whatever I want with you… My little redheaded fuck
bitch… Yeah, oh fuck, oh… You stupid cunt, you’re mine, you and
you’re great big boobs, you fucking… Yeah, you slut. Dyke. Stupid
whore… Oh shit… Oh…. Yes!”

And then I came, dousing her face in a blast of hot pussy juice. She
eagerly drank it all up. Oh, how far she had traveled in such a short
amount of time!

Andrea spent the night in me bed. Either because she wanted to, or
because she still had no shirt to wear, I’m not sure. We slept entwined in
each other.

I woke up first. I took the opportunity to slowly peel the blanket off
her sleeping body so I could stare at her flesh. Those tits of hers…
My god, they were perfect. I couldn’t help myself — I reached out and
cupped them in my hands and squeezed.

When Andrea woke up, she smiled nervously, and pushed my hands away. I
let her. Why not? I’d gotten what I wanted. She pulled the blanket
around her once more, embarrassed again. Shyness is a tough habit to break.

“What times is it?” she asked.

I waved a hand at the alarm clock on the bedside table.

“Oh, g-gosh!” Andrea gasped. “Ten already? I, I really have to go. I
have a… class, at, eleven and…”

“You’re not a very good liar.”

“Wh-what do you…”

“Come on. Do you think I’m falling for that?” I asked, and then I
imitated her polite little girl routine: “Oh my stars! Is that the
time? I have an appointment with Lady Botten-Botten this morning and I
simply must dash! It certainly has been pleasant sucking and fucking
with you, Deborah. We must do this again some time. Ta ta!”

“Why are you so mean?” Andrea asked, pouting.

“Because it turns you on,” I said, and pinched her cheek. “So what’s
the big rush, bubbles? Why do you want out of here so quick?”

“Debbie… I had a… a really good, time. Y’know? But… But I…”

“But what?”

“You’re… not… going to… tell, anyone, we… because, like y-you
said…” The words rushed out of her in a frantic spill, “University is
time for exploration and all that, but I’m not a dyke, not really. I mean,
you’re the only woman, I, I ever… I ever…”

“Fucked,” I said.

“Well, yeah. And, and I do… I like… Guys. I mean, I’ve only been
with guys, and… You’re nice, but..”

“You’re pathetic.”

“What?”

“Stop sniveling.”

I yanked the blanket off of her, exposing her naked body once more.
Andrea let out a squeal and tried to cover herself up with a pillow.
Grabbing her by the wrist, I dragged her into the nearby bathroom.

“Sit down,” I commanded, pushing her on to the toilet.

For the moment, she sat there naked, making no effort to conceal
herself. “W-what are you…”

“Shut up.”

I reached into the medicine cabinet and pulled out my hair clippers.
Plugging them into the wall, I turned to Andrea, the clippers in my hand.

“I’m not going to tell anyone you fucked me,” I said, “and I’m not going to
tell them you’re a dyke. But when you leave here today, you’re going to
look like a dyke — do you understand?”

Tears ran down her face, but she didn’t even struggle. Humiliation
really did crank her motor. I buzzed off all her hair, cutting it so it was
as short and butch as mine. As an afterthought, I trimmed her
pubes, making her stand at attention in front of me with her legs
spread. I could actually see the arousal drooling out of her cunt.

“Now we have to dress you up,” I said, “so everyone knows you’re a dyke.”

From the closet of my bedroom, I picked out the most macho flannel shirt I
could find — something a lumberjack might wear — and made her put it on.
Then I found a pair of black jeans and handed them to her. She put them on
without a word. I had a dirty old pair of combat boots and I helped her
lace them up

“Do you want a cup of coffee before you go?” I asked.

“S-sure,” she said.

While I got the coffee ready, she sat at the kitchen table, not saying
anything. Every few seconds she ran her hands through her new haircut,
like she couldn’t believe it had really happened. I put a cup of coffee in
front of her, and she drank it.

“You want some toast or something?”

“N-no, thanks.”

When she was done her coffee, I took her to the door of my apartment. I
kissed her hard, on the lips, and patted her on the ass. “See you
around, sweetheart.”

She stumbled out of my apartment like a sleepwalker.

“Oh!” she gasped in the hallway. “What about those notes?”

I laughed and closed the door in her face.

Andrea’s still around campus, in some of my classes. We don’t talk too
much. She keeps a respectful distance, and nods at me when I nod in
greeting. I know I could fuck her again, if I wanted to. All I’d have
to do is ask. But it wouldn’t be the same. She keeps her hair short
now, and she’s always dressed in jeans, flannel shirts, and ass-kicker
boots. Like a construction worker, but with great, big tits.

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[b]I remember that day as if it were yesterday; my cousin arrives to spend the summer with us on the farm. Her name is Abbey, a long pretty red headed girl of seventeen or eighteen years of age; I was still a young girl not yet fully developed in some areas of my body.
Showing her my room where she would be sleeping since my older sister is away in college. Sitting on the edge of the bed saying, “What’s there to do here?” being that she was from Boston, this was her first visit to Georgia where we lived. “Not much unless you go to town.” What about boys; any live around here?” “A few, Steve is my age and Joshua he’s about your age I think, thay live about five miles up the road.” “No shit, that’s useless.” She said lying back on the bed. “We do have horses to ride,” Hoping that would make her feel better.
“I’m a city girl, bright lights sneaking out at night having fun; riding horses sister doesn’t qualify as having fun to me.” I stood up to leave the room when I turned toward her saying, “I was trying to help you feel welcome here, and you don’t have to be rude.” “Look Sister I’m sorry, it’s just that my mother preferred to spend more time with her friend then me.” “I’m sorry too, please my name is Elizabeth.” “Thanks anyway Sis.” As I walked out of the room, I looked back saying, “Would you like to see the place.” “I guess so nothing else to do, it’s not like I’m going anywhere.”
Walking across the yard toward the barn, I wanted to show her the horses that we had. Approaching a horse called Midnight, Abbey reaches to pat him, and the horse jerked away startling her. Its okay Abbey, he’s not use to you yet give him time.” “Yet right,” she said. “Hey what’s up there,” pointing up, “It’s a hay-loft,” “A hay-loft, what’s that?” “It’s where we storage hay for the horses.” “Oh,” she said shaking her head. She walks over to the ladder leading up to the loft, “Be careful Abbey sometime rat snakes get up there.” But either she didn’t here me or she was just ignoring me. “Wow, this is so cool,” she said, as I reached the top.
Standing in the door looking out from the barn one can see a good ways. “It’s beautiful up here.” She reaches in her back pocket of her jeans and pulls and a smashed pack of cigarettes and sticks one in her mouth. “Hey you can’t smoke up here.” “Why is that?” Looking at her as though she was stupid; “Hay, it will catch on fire.” “Oh, I wasn’t thinking.” Then she pulls a beer out from under her Blouse top popping the top. “Where did you get that?” “That man who was looking in the freezer, I saw him sitting one on the table.” “That’s my dad’s beer.” “You suppose he’ll miss it.” I just shook my head not believing what she had done.
Lying back on the hay beside me as she sipped on her beer, “That friend of my mothers,” she pauses for a few seconds, “Yeah, I remember you saying something about her.” She turns toward me saying, “That woman, I’ve seemed them making out a couple of times.” “Oh, I’m sorry.” “Why are you sorry, it’s not your fault?” I didn’t know what to say to her about her mother. “Oh, it’s cool I don’t care if my mother is a Lesbian or not,” she said quietly. “Her name is Rebecca; she is nice to me always giving me advice on boys and things.”
Elizabeth can I ask you something,” “I guess so,” I said, not sure what she had in mind. Have you ever been with a boy before,” “A boy, no way my dad would kill me; besides he doesn’t let me date yet.” “Have you ever even kissed a boy?” “No, sometimes I dream what it would feel like to kiss someone.” “You poor country girl, well it’s a great feeling to feel his tongue in your mouth.” “I wouldn’t even know what to do.” Abbey slides over closer to me putting her arm around Me. “Well Sister, it’s always a good time to learn.” What do you mean?” “Well close your eyes and think you are with the dream of your life. It’s late at night and you are at t
he movies with him.” “Okay, I said feeling a little nervous. I could feel Abbey leaning over toward me, when I felt her lips on mine. “Excuse me!” I said backing my head away. “Trust me Elizabeth, its okay this is how I learn, and so will you, now close your eyes.” I close my eyes again, and felt her wet tongue pushing between my lips as we kissed. At first I didn’t know what to think, then if started to feel good to me. I still could not believe that my first kiss would be with a girl not a boy, and my cousin at that.
Abbey pushes me back on the hay, as we continue to kiss each other. Feeling her hand brushing against my breast I first didn’t think anything about it, until I felt her squeezing one of them. I tried to say something but the only words from my mouth was a moan. I felt her hand moving down between my legs as she started to rub my pussy. When out thinking I pushed her off of me running over to the ladder making my way down and out of the barn running toward the house.
At supper momma asked, “What did you girls do today?” “Not much, may I be excuse momma, I’m not feeling well.” She walks over putting her hand on my forehead, “I don’t feel any fever, and I hope you’re not coming down with anything.” “May I go now?” I said as I walked up to my room and got ready for bed. Lying quietly when Abbey walks into the room, I could feel her sitting down on the edge of my bed. “Look, I’m sorry for coming on to you like that, it’s been a while for me and you’re so pretty, you made me hot kissing you.”
Rolling over facing her I asked, “You really think I’m pretty?” “Yes, I do.” she said standing up undressing herself. I watch her as she slowly let her blouse fall to the floor, then her bra. She stood for a few seconds looking at me watching her. Then she drops her pants followed by her panties, as she stood nude before me. Her slim body seems to be calling out for me. She rubs her breast and slowly moved her hand down toward her shaven pussy. “You have a beautiful body Abbey; just wish mine looked as beautiful as yours.” “Oh babies don’t say that, your body is beautiful, really it is.” “My tits are so small, wish thay were like yours.” “Honey gives them time before you know they’ll be full size, even mine were small for a while, now look at them.”
I was looking at them, not just them but her hold body; she was starting to turn me on. I never have felt this before, was there something wrong with me or was this normal for a girl to be going through. Abbey turns the light off and walks over lifting the covers to my bed and slips in under them next to me.
Lying on her side she looks into my eyes saying, Elizabeth dear I just want you to lay here and enjoy what I’m about to do with you, I promise it will not hurt. We slowly kissed each other, her tongue gong deep into my mouth as she rubs my breast – I could feel my wetness from her touching, I was getting hot as I never felt before. She moves to my ear breathing hard as she licks me, it so hot to me her breath in my ear really turns me on. She slowly moves toward my pussy as I felt every move of her hand on my body. Feeling her touch on my pussy takes my breath away as I grasp for my breath. “Oh yeah baby, your so fucking wet, I just love It.” she said as she started licking my nipples while playing with my pussy.”
She starts kissing my body barely touching the skin, all the way to my pussy. With two fingers she spreads open my pussy exposing my clit that she started licking and sucking on it. When she first touches my clit with her tongue it had taken my breath away and I could not catch my breath. I tried grasping for my breath as she fingered me.
It was really filling well to me as I never had felt anything like this before in my live. “You liking i
t baby?” “Oh yes. I moaned.” It was almost like fireworks when I reached my climax I just exploded. “How was that baby, like it?” “Yes so very much, I never knew that could be so fucking good.” We kissed for several more minutes before she went to her on bed.
After breakfast I talked Abbey into riding horses with me up to the pond to go swimming. Mama packed us a lunch and told us to be careful, but have fun. That is what we plan to do, little swimming, little sunning, and a hold lot of loving.
It didn’t take us long to get there, we had our swimming suits on and wasted no time in getting wet. In the center of the pond Daddy build a pier to lie around and soak up the sun. We loaded our lunch and things in the canoe and paddled out to the pier, were we lay out and dove off of. Abbey called out to me to come over to her as she was getting out of the water. “What is it, you okay?” “Sure come and lay down beside me.” She said with puppy dog eyes. No sooner as I lay down, she pulled out shaven cream and a razor, then pulls off my bottom. She rubs the cream between my legs and starts shaving me. “You know that this really drives boys crazy as hell to fuck a girl with a shaven pussy.” “No, I didn’t ever know that.” “Once,” she said with a giggle. “I was about to fuck this boy, as soon as I dropped my panties seeing my shaven pussy, he came all over himself.” We both laughed aloud as she finished shaving me. “How does it feel sister,” she said with a smile. “I like it; kind of sexy don’t you think?” “Fucking yes, Sister.” As she started to lick me on my new shaven pussy.
Sitting up with her between my legs pulling her toward me, as our lips met my tongue found its way into her mouth twirling around her tongue while we kissed. Pulling off her top I started to fondle her nipples getting them hard, I pushed her to lay down I started licking her nipples with the tip of my tongue. When I heard her moaning when my hand found its way down toward her soft sweet pussy, I knew I was doing it right. She turned me on hearing her saying, “Oh yes, don’t stop, suck my clit harder please.” Her body started to move up and down the more faster I sucked the more she moan louder now then before, when suddenly I heard behind me a voice saying “May I jump in between you two for a quickie?” Turning I grabbed my towel covering my naked body from the person standing over us in the sun light. Shaded my eyes I could see it was Joshua, “What are you doing here?” I asked in fear. “Oh well, I was taking a short cut home from the field, when I saw you two making out. So I thought I would swim over and ask you two for a piece of ass.” “Well, you thought wrong Joshua, now go and leave us alone.” I said in up set voice. “Not a fucking chance unless you want everyone to know you make out with girls Elizabeth.” You wouldn’t?” I asked. “Oh I wouldn’t, Well try me bitch and you’ll fucking see.” Before I could say another word, Abbey was pulling his wet pants down and started stroking his big cock, the more she stroked it the bigger it got.
Without a word spoken Abbey opened her mouth and begins to suck his cock as she squeeze and fondled his balls. Joshua calls to me, “Elizabeth come here to me.” I stood with the towel wrapped around me, which pissed him off, “Drop the fucking dam towel and get your fucking ass over here bitch.” It really fucking scared me, the tone in which he spoken to me. Dropping my towel, I heard him saying “Fuck me! dam what a nice piece of fucking ass. He pulls me over and begins kissing me hard on my lips sticking his tongue down as deep as it would go in my mouth. I could feel him pushing me down toward his cock telling me to suck it too. Abbey looks at me, pulling his big long cock about of her mouth a
nd holds it in front of me. “It’s ok, baby just take it in an inch at a time.” I open my mouth Abbey sticks it into my mouth as I begin to suck on it. “That’s good baby keep it up, now play with his balls don’t squeeze them to hard for you’ll make his eyes pop out of his fucking head. I tried laughing but his cock was too big for me to laugh with it in my mouth. We both took turns jacking and sucking his cock, for a few times him almost cum, but he would push us back.
I thought I was doing ok sucking his cock and stroking it at the same time. He pulls back popping his cock from my mouth as I wiped the cock juices from my lips with the back of my hand. He grabs Abbey rolling her over on her stomach, spreading her legs as he got between her lifting her ass toward him saying, “You ever had it up your ass bitch.” Abbey smiles saying, “show me what you got.” my eyes open wide as he starts fucking her in the ass, Abbey pulls me down spreading my legs she starts to lick my wet pussy as Joshua watches her, with every stroke he made inside of her.
Fingering me as he started fucking her in her juicy pussy moaning and slowing down as she tries sucking my clit, she give out a mournful cry as she reaches her climax “Oh, oh. Dam fuck me hard dam you; shit.” He pulls his cock from her pussy and stands looking at me when I notice my legs were still spread apart. I quickly closed them fearing he would try to fuck me. “Now, you think by closing your legs that would stop me from fucking a tiny pussy like yours?” “Please, I’m not yet ready for such a thing as being fucked.” “Oh yes my dear,” he said grabbing and forcing my legs apart. He climbs on top of me I could feel his weight penning me down as his stiff cock penetrating my young wet pussy. “It hurts. Stop! Please your fucking hurting me,” but my pleading went unnoticed, Abbey holds me saying, “It be ok dear, relax,” “I can’t it hurts, make him stop, please!” As he slowly humps me the pressure gives in and I could feel it going in deeper, all the time Abbey’s is fondling my breast, making my nipples hard as she squeezes them. I could feel my climax coming it felt like my hold body was about to explode once again. But this time the climax started moving up my legs to my back and pussy, “Oh, oh fuck I’m Cumming oh, dam,” I cried with a loud moan as Joshua pushed even deeper into my pussy. Pulling it out him shoves it into my mouth and humps me once again, when I felt his hot cum shooting filling my mouth with his cum. I could only swallow as I continue sucking his cock. Then Abbey pulls it out saying give me some don’t hog it all.” as she begins to suck his cock sucking up what little bit of cum she could get out of him.
It was over; we laid there for a few minutes just starring at the clouds in the sky. “Well girls thanks for the fuck, I have to be going, maybe we could do this again soon.” He said diving into the water swimming back to shore. Turning my head toward Abbey, saying, “I didn’t like him fucking me, it hurt so much.” “I know sister, but it will get better the more you do it, then it will feel better, I promise you that.” “I think I’ll just stick with girls instead.”
From time to time Abbey and I would meet and have a girl’s day out, of love making. I did get fucked again, and like Abbey said it did get better, and felt so great when I would cum. but it was always with another woman wearing a strap-on or dildos, but never again with a man.

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I’ll step away from the true encounters I’ve had with my vivacious Lexy to pen a great fantasy of mine, as I’m sure most guys share it. It goes something like this. We’ll call Lexy’s friend. . . . . . . . .Tiffany. Of course, that’s not the name of the girl I modeled her from.
It goes a little something like this. . . . . . . .

We had to bring Tiffany along with us on our date, so it was more of a friend hangout kinda thing. We live in a pretty rural area, and the nearest town with a movie theater is about a 30 minute drive. Lexy was in the backside of my beat up ford, talking to Tiffany. Tiffany shares many of the same features as Lexy. She has honey-blonde hair with blue eyes, pale skin, and a knockout body. More than once has Lexy asked me if I’d like to try some things with Tiffany. Of course, I’ve always said no.

We were taking Tiffany because she had just broken up with her boyfriend. Lexy is a very caring person, and didn’t want leave Tiffany alone that night. So I drove, both gorgeous girls in the back, with Led Zeppelin playing softly through the speakers. The song was “Black Dog”.

It was dark outside. Around nine thirty. I stopped the tape to talk to the girls as we drove comfortably along a back road that leads into town. I didn’t say anything, seeing the two girls sitting quite close together in the back seat. I couldn’t see what they were doing, but they were awfully quiet. I decided to take a slight detour and drove up onto an old logging road to my right. I drove for about a mile and suddenly flipped the dome light on. I instantly became hard at the sight in the back seat.

Lexy was leaning her head down to Tiffany’s chest. Tiffany’s black dress was pulled down below her full breasts. Lexy had her lips locked around Tiffany’s pink nipple! I stopped the car as they both looked up. Tiffany was flushed and excited. Lexy had a fierce horniness in her eyes. Neither looked embarassed. Lexy went back to sucking on Tiffany’s nipple and eased her hand up to Tiffany’s crotch. Tiffany began to moan loudly as Lexy stroked her in the dark shadows cast by her dress. Suddenly, Lexy opened the door and both darted outside into the warm balmy summer night. Lexy poked her head back in.

“You coming babe?” She asked with a smile. I nodded, shut off the dome light, turned the key to ACC position, turned up the tape and got out. Lexy already had Tiffany up on the hood of my car, her dress hiked up to her waste, revealing black lacy panties. I watched, astonished, as Lexy began to tongue Tiffany’s wet pink pussy lips in the bright moonlight. Just then, the tape began to play.

“Hey, hey mama, said the way you move. . . . .” the lead singer sang.

Lexy thrust two fingers up inside Tiffany, who moaned in pleasure.

“Gonna make you sweat, gonna make you groove. . . . . .” Robert Plant continued on the tape player.

Lexy began to fuck Tiffany to the rhythm of the sex groove created by the song.

“Ah, ah child, the way you shake that thing. . . . . . . .” the singing came again.

Lexy bent her head to toy with Tiffany’s sensetive clit, making her gasp and try to catch her breath.

“Gonna make you burn, gonna make you sting.” And now the guitar came in, picking up the pace.

Lexy bore down on Tiffany’s cunt, tongue-fucking her and rubbing her clit. Tiffany arched her slim back off the hodd and came, moaning loudly.

It was so fucking unreal. The music, the sex, the moonlight. It was like a wet dream. Lexy backed off and grabbed my hand, pulling me over to Tiffany’s prone, pliantly wet body. She unzipped my pants and let my cock spring free. Rubbing its hard length, she said,

“Tiffany has wanted you to fuck her for the longest time.” She smiled sweetly as Tiffany opened her legs. I had a perfect view of her pusy lips, pink and swollen. In the moonlight she looked like some kind of succubus from the sexiest part of hell. Lexy guided my dick into Tiffany’s sweet wet pink pussy with some difficulty. It was so tight. Tiffany moaned as I began to pull it out and shove it in in a steady rhythm that matched the song.

Lexy began to rub Tiffnay’s clit as I fucked her tight body, shuddering every time I was buried completely inside her. Tiffany was going wild by the time I started to speed up.

“Oh, fuck me baby, fuck me!!! Oh God. . . .I’m gonna. . . . . . . ohhhhhh!” She began to cum as I started really pounding her, giving it to her so fast that her tits bounced and there was a wet slapping sound that came every time my dick filled her sticky pink hole. It felt incredible to be fucking my girlfriend’s best friend. About the time I felt I was about to come Lexy pulled my dick out of Tiffany’s cunt and held it, cutting off the orgasm I was about to have. She slowly jacked me off, tightly grasping my dick in her small hand. Looking over her shoulder she called to Tiffany,

“Hey Tiff, you ready?” She asked. Tiffany sat up, her tits still hanging over the top of her dress. She laughed and hopped off the hood, only to kneel in front of me. “Hell yes.” she said in a raspy voice.

Lexy kneeled beside her and they both began to rub my dick. It felt great, but I wasn’t prepared for them to start licking my shaft. Big, long strokes that left me begging for more. Soon Lexy was sucking my cock off, bobbing her blonde head on it like it was her favorite fucking lolipop. She stopped, and Tiffany began sucking and licking my swollen dick. Tiffany got up and went over to the car, bending over the hood, hiking up her skirt. She wasn’t wearing panties. Tiffany released me from her mouth and I walked over to Lexy’s bare ass. I dropped my pants and slid my wet dick into her equally wet pussy.

She moaned in a high pitched voice and begged me to fuck her harder,

“Oh God, baby, you’re so. . . . . . .oh, OH GOD!! Harder baby, baby, give it to me. . . . . .har-harder!!”

She was practically screaming it as I gripped her hips and slammed my entire force into the fucking I was giving her. Soon I was cumming, letting my load squirt inside her. I became sensitive, but I ignored it. I continued to fuck her as hard and fast as possible. She began to cum, squealing her pleasure to the world, and it wasn’t until a while later that I let her come down to earth and stopped fucking her. The song was long over, but it would forever lay nestled in my memory as my favorite thing to lsten to while I had sex.

We got back in the car and saw the movie, dropped Tiffany off, and I went to take Lexy home. She was talking about one of her other friends, Kaylie. She was having boyfriend trouble. I thought of Kaylie’s sweet plump ass and smooth tan legs. I turned to Lexy and smiled,

“We’re going out next Friday. Bring her along. We’ll be sure to cheer her up.”

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My thoughts on just why do girls love other girls!

NOTE: This was just something that I felt as I woke up one morning and I needed to write it down. I am sorry if it is not to your liking. Perhaps it should have been listed under INFORMATION or ESSAY rather than FICTION but it is from my own thoughts as are all of my other stories. You might place it with other things that make you say DUH.

Fbailey story number 281

Why Girls Love Girls

Just why do girls love other girls? We men may never know the real reason. After all most of us men don’t understand women in the first place and most of us don’t want too either. Have you ever seen two girls holding hands walking down the street and the guy you are with says, “Fucking dykes. I could turn them straight in about ten minutes.” Then he grabs his crotch and says, “All they need is a good piece of me.” You both laugh but afterwards you realize what a jerk that guy is and you plan to spend less time with him.

Well I gave it some thought. Just why do girls love other girls?

Other girls understand them. When girls are growing up and their bodies are changing it is their mothers and girlfriends that are there for them. When they are worried that their breasts will never grow because all of their girlfriends have them already, that they are embarrassed because they have breasts and none of their girlfriends do yet, or that their breasts are not the same size as the other girls breasts are it is another girl or woman that comforts them.

Menstrual cycles or periods are probably the scariest things for young girls. Some are prepared in advance by caring mothers, sisters, and girlfriends but still nothing prepares you for the day that it really happens to you. You are in school and you get a funny feeling that you just peed your pants, you ask to be excused, and then you go to the girl’s bathroom only to find out that you are bleeding from your pussy. Now imagine what it is like for the girl that is not prepared. She is crying hysterically while other girls are trying to comfort her and take her to the school nurse so that she can explain the facts of life to her. Meanwhile she is making a spectacle of herself to the whole school that may haunt her for the rest of her life.

Then along with periods do you need dimes or quarters for a sanitary napkin dispenser or does your school provide them for free? Do you take some to school in your backpack just to realize that in your school you have to have clear backpacks to prove that you are not carrying a bomb or a gun to school? How embarrassing! Then boys at that age are complete jerks and make fun of you just because you are having a period.

The side effects are even worse since your breasts get so tender that you can hardly wear a bra, you get irritable for no particular reason at all, and you are so horny that you can hardly stand it. Your hormones are in turmoil and ragging like a volcano about to erupt. That is when you get annoyed with everyone especial the entire male population.

You have to wonder why girls are punished like that. You remember how in church you learned about Adam and Eve and how she was the one that got them thrown out of the Garden of Eden. Your grandmother refers to your periods as “The Curse.” Your silly Aunt calls it “My ‘Friend’ Came For A Visit.” Your own mother refers to it as a “Visit from Aunt Flow.” Then your father simply says that you are “On the Rag.”

Not only do have to learn what to do about your bleeding in the first place but you also have to worry about irregular cycles, missed periods, and abnormal bleeding. It isn’t enough to have a period and just get it over with.

To top it off there are a hundred different sanitary napkins out there to choose from. There are thin for light days, thick for heavy days, with wings, sticky on one side, not to mention tampons. Then Tampons have different absorbency ratings. How often should you change your pads or tampons? Can you go swimming?

Then after your period stops what do you do? Feminine Hygiene! What’s better a hot bath or a vaginal douche or both? Then of course the douches are scented and flavored, so what do you pick.

You are bombarded with feminine hygiene from the odor all the way up to wiping the shit from your ass into your pussy and giving yourself some infection. You are not even supposed to try on a bathing suit in the store unless you are wearing panties under it.

Along with puberty you start growing hair in new and unusual places. Here in America you are almost required to shave your underarms, your legs, and to trim around your pussy so that no hair sticks out of your bikini. Then the older you get and the more hair that you develop and have to hide, the smaller your panties and bikinis get so that you have to trim even more. So once you start to develop into a woman and get pubic hair on your pussy you are expected to shave it off and continue to look like a little girl instead of the woman that you are growing into. That sucks!

As girls we are supposed to be able to apply makeup perfectly, part our hair right down the middle to make pigtails, Keep a tight rubber band in our ponytail that gives us a headache just so that we look pretty. When we wear pretty blouses that the boys just want to look down, when we wear short skirts the boys just want to look up them, and then you have the problem of keeping your thong panties up tight while not pulling them above your blue jeans. Boys are cruel and will pull on them or snap your bra strap just to make you wish that you were never born a girl in the first place.

Then of course there are the boys. All they want is everything that you will give them. They want to play with your tits, pinch your ass, and grab your crotch but can you do anything to them, hell no. On a date you are expected to let them molest you and then you are supposed to suck their dirty unwashed cock and like it. They grab two handfuls of your hair and fuck your face causing you to gag and choke. To top it off they feel insulted if you don’t swallow their precious cum. They won’t lick your pussy though because they say it is gross.

When you do finally consent to sex, the boy practically rapes you, shoves his cock into your virgin hole so hard that your hymen breaks causing you quite some discomfort or even a lot of pain. No matter what, he cums, but you certainly didn’t enjoy it enough to have an orgasm. But it doesn’t matter as long as he cums. You may go years or even a lifetime without ever knowing the joy of a cock induced orgasm. So you continue to masturbate after sex because your husband doesn’t give a shit if you enjoy sex or not. After all he is your husband and he will take it if you don’t give it to him. However, if you do find a man that considers your pleasure, you better not let your husband find out about it or he’ll be pissed.

Just suppose that you get pregnant in school while dating a boy. First off it’s entirely your fault. He may possibly deny that it is his, basically calling you a cheap tramp that sleeps around…whether or not you are. His parents will fight for him even after the DNA test comes back positive and their precious little son has to pay you child support for the next twenty-one years.

Of course you are the one that is pregnant walking to class with the big belly that says, “I’m pregnant” to everyone. The girls laugh at you but are honestly glad that it isn’t them. The boys laugh at you because they know who the father is and they think that he is some kind of a God to be worshiped because he knocked you up.

You get to have morning sickness all day long, spread your legs for an endless group of men doctors in the office, and have to pee every few minutes because your bladder has no where to expand. You can’t drink alcohol, smoke cigarettes, or even take your allergy medicine for fear of harming your baby.

You go to Natural Childbirth classes with your mother and parenting classes too. You have to worry about baby clothes, baby furniture, and breastfeeding. You have to get up in the middle of the night to change their diapers, feed them, and put then back to sleep.

If you are really, and I do mean really lucky you just might graduate from high school.

So just why do girls love other girls?

It’s really quite simple. They know what you are going through, have gone through, or what you will be going through. They cannot get you pregnant even if they want too. But most importantly…they know what you like during sex because they like it too.

The way they kiss you with their soft lips is so much better than a boy smashing his into you. Their sweet tongue dancing in your mouth gently turns you on. Their hands caressing your breasts and tracing tiny circles around your nipples sends chills up your spine. They don’t bite your nipples too hard either because they wouldn’t want you to do it to them. They know that a slow gentle finger on their clit for an hour can relax you into a state of peacefulness that could put you to sleep and not expect any more than that.

When they finally do go down on you they bring new meaning to cunnilingus. Other words in your past come to memory such as dine at the Y, muff diving, hair pie, and carpet muncher. What ever they call it still feels as good. She knows how to pull your pussy lips open gently and tickle your clit with the tip of her tongue, you bit your lower lip, and secrete some fresh vaginal fluids for her to lap up.

She may poke a finger or two into your opening but not in a greedy way like boys do. She may even use a carrot, a wax candle, or a banana. With any luck she will share that banana with you afterwards too. Some girls will share a double-ended dildo with you if you feel that vaginal penetration is what you desire. For the most part a gentle round of oral sex is the best. You can just lay there and enjoy for a while and then pay them back if you want too. Sometimes a good sixty-nine works too but then you are expected to give as well as you receive and it is hard to concentrate on your own orgasm if you are concerned about giving them one too.

Most girls do not brag about having had lesbian love with another girl around school, so your reputation is much safer. Boys get very excited just thinking about two girls being together. Lesbian love is much better received by the county’s population than two gay guys. Sales clerks think nothing about two girls going into the same changing booth together. Your mother is totally behind you having a girl friend spend the night and sleep in your bed with you. Most of your father’s pornography collection contains two women having sex together.

As to the percentage of population that has had a lesbian experience it is hard to find some data because some study the term gay rather than lesbian and gay. However in:

Australia, 8.6% of men and 15.1% of women reported either feelings of attraction to the same sex or some sexual experience with the same sex. Half the men and two thirds of the women who had same-sex sexual experience regarded themselves as heterosexual rather than homosexual.

France, 4.1% of the men and 12.6% of the women had at least one occurrence of intercourse with a person of the same sex during their lifetime.

Norway, 3.5% of the men and 3% of the women reported that they had a homosexual experience sometime in their life.

United States, 4.9% of the men and 4.1% of the women responded that they had a homosexual experience within the last 18 years.

The End
Why Girls Love Girls
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The last in a three part series.

Skipper Licked Me, Daddy 3

I measured off a 10-foot log with my 10-foot pole, then began sawing. The chain saw made light work of the 30-inch log. I delimbed my way up the tree, surveyed the next length of log and decided I could get a straight 14 footer out of it, without losing much width. I changed to the longer pole and cut the last log of the day. As the sound of the chainsaw died, I looked around the small clearing. It was churned up mud and struggling grass. The mud was from my tractor, which I used for skidding the logs into piles. That wouldn’t matter soon, because there would soon be houses growing here. The topsoil would be hauled away and sand put in its place.
Near my foot were a bunch of morel mushrooms. I bent and picked a dozen, sliding them into my pocket. Morels were rare and valuable, about 40 dollars a pound.
As I began loading equipment into my truck, I thought about how good morels would taste in the pasta premavera tonight. Morels were the best tasting mushrooms on earth. But Morels only grew near Mother’s Day, not a happy occasion around our house. How was my ex-bitch doing, anyway? She lived in Los Angeles now. The last I’d heard, she was dating a doctor.
As I pulled out of the clearing, I took the morels out of my pocket and laid them on the seat beside me.
“Mothers’ day, what a fucking joke,” I mumbled looking at the mushrooms.

“Jill! Jill, this is Lilly, your wayward mother,” a beautiful blonde woman said, while sitting her suitcases next to the door. Skipper came bounding down the stairs and nearly bowled her over. She laughed and ruffled his hair, then noticed the sticky stuff in his fur.
“You smell like dead fish,” she complained. “Are you the only one home?” she asked, not expecting an answer. She checked the fridge and found little in the way of snacks. That was a change from the old days. She broke a piece off the block of cheese, then frowned at the ten bottles of honey all lined up on the counter. Now what on earth would they be used for?
She bent and took a shirt, panties, and jeans from one suitcase, as she chewed on the cheese, then picked up the small suitcase and headed for the stairs.
“I’m taking a shower, Skip Dog, you guard my luggage,” she said, giving Skipper’s hair one final ruffle as he pranced beside her to the bottom of the stairs.
She stopped and looked around the house. It was much the same as when she had left it two years before. Her old furniture was still there. Mark had upgraded his TV and computer. They were both newer and bigger, she noticed with a spike of jealously. She began disrobing as she climbed the stairs. She dropped her clothing just inside the bathroom door before locking it. A corner of her shirt kept the door from closing completely.

I stopped by 7-11 for a dozen eggs and a bottle of olive oil. As I paid, I noticed Jill across the street by Wendy’s, heading toward Wallmart with a friend. It was that little Phillip asshole.
“Home in one hour,” I yelled to be heard above the traffic. She turned and looked as I opened the door to my truck.
“I know, daddy. We’re just checking out the new CDs.”
“Ok,” I waved, putting the groceries beside the mushrooms. I noticed Phillip talking urgently to Jill as I pulled away. A smile curled my lips. I could almost tell what he was saying.
(“Your father hates me.”)
(“No, he doesn’t. He just doesn’t know you well.”)
“No, I don’t hate you, you little prick,” I mumbled as I turned a corner and they disappeared from my mirror. “I envy your skinny ass. You get all the teen age pussy you want. I haven’t had any since . . . ” I stopped, thinking of my daughter. “Yeah, ok,” I said aloud with a sly smile.
But to be truthful, Jill on her best day could not compare to Lilly, her mother, on her worst. The fucking bitch. Damn how I missed her, even after all the arguing and backstabbing. She was one hot woman. Some women had sex, and others, like Lilly, were sex. There was a huge difference. Everything Lilly did was sexy, and every man on earth noticed. That was probably our greatest problem. I’m not a jealous guy, but I can only go so far before I start swinging something, and of course she stands up for the other guy. I guess that’s what really pisses me off, a woman should stand by her man no matter how wrong he is.
I got the shock of my life when I pulled into my driveway and found a red mustang convertible parked there. I knew the car well. I had bought it three years before.
“Now what the hell does she want?” I mumbled as I gathered up my groceries.

Lilly finished her shower and wrapped a towel around her perfect, naked body. She wiped the mirror dry and threw a new towel over the shower door. She ran water in the sink until it grew warm, then shook out her long blonde hair. It was time for a touch-up or her hair would become long and black. That wouldn’t look right for her grand reunion. Did Mark hate her? What about Jill? She had left her when a daughter needed her mother the most. But her middle age crisis didn’t include a family. Not then, at least. Now she ached for what she had left behind.
Lilly applied Vaseline to her hairline, then put on the rubber gloves. She began touching up the roots of her hair. In a moment she touched up her patch of pubic hair with gentle, careful fingers. It did no good to fix the attic, if the basement needed work, she thought with a smug smile.
After drying her hair she dunked her head in the warm water and filled her hand with shampoo. She lathered her hair as she hummed a happy tune.

Skipper liked the familiar smell of Lilly in the house. His childlike mind knew this was proper. Her smell should be there. It had been there since the day he was born. He wanted to get a better whiff. He found a hint of moisture and perfume in the air. That meant the shower in the bathroom. Skipper climbed the stairs silently, on the thick carpet. He stood at the door wagging his tail at Lilly, who was washing her hair in the sink. Since she said nothing, he assumed it was ok to come in. He pushed the door aside and stood behind her, wagging his tail strong enough to sweep a piece of toilet paper across the floor. He stepped forward and sniffed the paper, then looked up beneath the towel surrounding Lilly’s body. He found long sexy legs, the golden orbs of her ass cheeks, and that delicious hairless pussy which resembled Jill’s so closely.
Lilly was bent over the sink with shampoo in her hair and eyes. She massaged the shampoo vigorously, completely unaware of Skipper standing behind her. Skipper had never learned that people had to look at you, to know you were there. People could not smell or hear as well as a dog.
Skipper put his nose close to Lilly’s ass and took a good sniff. That was better. He found her healthy, slightly older, and not yet in heat. He sniffed in other areas and soon concentrated on her sweet pussy. He sniffed several times, then reached out with his long tongue and bathed it liberally. He liked the taste immensely, and before she could blink an eye his tongue had snaked into her swollen pussy lips 11 times. With each lick her pussy tasted better and more fragrant. He ignored the squeal of surprise, and his shouted name. He had heard Jill shouting his name many times. It usually meant that she wanted him to lick harder. He licked harder, parting her nethery lips with strong strokes that moved her forward, banging her head into the mirror. She slapped at him ineffectively. He knew she was just playing. Lilly would never try to hurt him.
“Skipper, no! Oh no,” she moaned, holding the edges of the sink to steady herself. She endured several seconds of furious licking before she tried to slap him away. She missed.
A tremendous fire spread from her legs to her ass, and eventually her chest. Gasping for breath she endured his loving caresses. His tongue snaked well up inside her in an impossible feat, licking her loins and touching places which had never been touched before. Once inside her his tongue curled and touched the walls of her vulva. She shuddered, unable to stand the electrical impulses shooting through her loins. His tongue was rough and harsh, but it was so harsh that it numbed her pussy slightly, like the brutal spray of the shower massage which so many women knew so well.
“Oh Skipper,” she gasped. “What are you doing to me?”
Skipper ignored her words. He didn’t understand them anyway. He knew he was doing a good job. The fluids were now flowing freely from her pussy. He drank her abundant juices happily. This was his reward. Even though he wanted to fuck her badly, this reward was good enough to keep him satisfied, for now.
The gentle sound of a tongue rasping through pussy lips was soft and erotic in the quiet room. It echoed off the walls, along with Lilly’s rasping breath. Lilly could smell the wonderful aroma of her own sex. Skipper’s senses were so inundated with her scent that he could smell noting else. He loved the smell of Lilly. He loved her taste. Lilly had always been fresh and healthy to his keen senses.
Lilly’s pussy was on fire now. She tried to wipe her eyes, because the shampoo was burning her. She spread her feet so she could bathe her face under the running water. Too late, she realized that opening her legs wider was an open invitation. His nose slid up inside her and he licked her from the inside out, pushing brutally until her pussy stretched to the breaking point. She could feel his long tongue touching her cervix. The fire in her pussy intensified to an unbearable level.
“Oh, Skipper,” she whispered in horror. She gritted her teeth and endured his oral attack on her sweet pussy. Only the harshness of his raspy tongue kept her from having an orgasm long before. Her boyfriend in California had become bi-curious several months before. She realized as the months passed with no sex, that it was more than a mere curiosity. He had turned gay. She had gone without sex all that time, something new in her life. If it had not been for that she might have convince Skipper to stop. But she was too horny to even try.
“Skipper,” she moaned. The bathroom was echoing the sloop, sloop, sloop of his tongue in her moist pussy. She shuddered and made little kitten cries as she leaned her wet hair against the mirror and let Skipper have his way. Her pussy was really burning up now. Every touch of his harsh tongue brought even more fire to her loins. It would just be a moment now. A few more strokes.
“Oh Skipperrrrr,” she squealed, humping her pussy back against his nose. He pulled his nose out of her and licked furiously. His tongue seemed to be everywhere. He licked the moisture on her legs, ass, and pussy. She squealed as his tongue returned to her sensitive pussy. She fell back against the tub and sat, while she wiped the shampoo out of her eyes with the towel. And that’s when she saw me, sitting on the stairs and smiling like hell.
“Hi Mark,” she said, shaking out her hair to dry.
“Hi, hon. Playing with Skipper?”
“I seem to have become his new chew toy. You’ve taught him some new tricks.”
“Not me,” I said, raising both hands.
“Who else?”
“Mrs. Jefferson.”
“That old . . . ”
“She’s not that old, and she’s a very good fuck.”
“You’re kidding!” she gasped. “You and her?”
“Afraid so. But I fucked her without her glasses.”
“I can see why.”
“Why are you here?”
“I needed a good fuck too,” she said truthfully. “And I started thinking about Mother’s Day, which is tomorrow, and I felt melancholy. I haven’t been much of a mother,” she finished her hair and tossed the towel over the divider.
“Neither have I,” I said in shame. “The morels are early this year. I found a few today.”
“I’ve missed them,” she admitted, moving closer. “And other things.”
“Just to be clear about this, is this a weekend thing, or something more permanent?”
“That’s up to you two. I’m prepared to stay if nobody objects, or stay in the area if that would be preferable. I saw some good spots in Freeland, on the way up.”
“Well I’ll give my vote after I see how you preform,” I said airily. “I can’t rush into these things. For all I know, something could have fallen off while you were in California.”
“Has it?” she asked, dropping her towel.
“No. Nope, it looks like everything is there,” I said, grabbing her hand and backing toward the bedroom. “Does it all work?”
“Not lately,” she said as we approached the bed. I fell across it, pulling her down beside me. I lay simply looking at her perfect face and body. My heart beat like a jackhammer. Lying next to me was the girl of my dreams, the girl I have loved above all others. She had a golden tan everywhere. Not a tan line in sight. My eyes went over every inch of her body in appreciation. She began disrobing me with hurried, nervous hands. I lay back and watched.
“You are the sexiest, most beautiful woman I have ever seen in real life,” I said truthfully.
“That’s possible, you don’t get around much, but my daddy said to never date a sailor.”
“Thankfully, you never listened to your daddy. Besides, I haven’t been a sailor in 11 years.”
“I haven’t fucked one in 11 years. Will you fuck me, sailor?”
“Ok, I guess,” I said with a huge smile. It was good to fall back into our old banter again.
She rolled into my arms and we kissed passionately. I ran my hands over her smooth body, finally resting on her gently rounded ass cheeks. They were firm and warm in my hands, just like I remembered them. I squeezed them briefly, while we fenced with our tongues. Her lips were hot on mine. The perfume of her hair filled my nostrils. My cock was throbbing against her abdomen. I wanted to go down on her like I used too, but I wouldn’t accept sloppy seconds behind my dog. We were both horny enough to fuck now.
I rolled over on my back and pulled her with me. She lay atop me, then quickly repositioned her legs and slid back to impale herself on my cock. It was a sudden intense heat that nearly made me scream. I felt so good deep inside her. She was so hot and moist. I could feel her pussy clamping around my cock. It was one of the little tricks she had learned.
“Oh yes,” she gasped, slowly rising and falling on my cock. I moaned my appreciation, grabbing her hips to support and direct her movements. She looked so beautiful. This all felt so right.
I looked at her magnificent breasts and reached out to touch them. I mashed them in my hands, then remembered what she had taught me. I adjusted my grip on her breasts, supporting them as my finger and thumb twisted the nipple gently. I rolled my index finger on her lengthening nipple, making her hiss. As she leaned forward, I positioned the base of each hand at the wrist against her nipples and rotated the soft skin against her throbbing nipples. She gasped and cried as the soft skin generated erotic thrills in her burning chest.
Lilly was riding hard and fast now. Her shapely thighs bent as she bounced on my crotch. Years of workouts showed in the slender body and magnificent legs draped around me. I ran my hand over her ribs and ass. She had her eyes closed, fully enjoying the thrills spreading throughout her body from her fiery loins.
Lilly straightened her legs and leaned down over my body until she was resting on me. We kissed passionately, while we each kept up the brutal thrusts into her womanhood. Lilly was as supple as a snake in my arms. As her hair cascaded around my face, I held the back of her head and enjoyed the long, passionate kiss.
“Oh Mark, I have missed this so much,” she whispered, her face distorted by passion.
“Me too. I never thought we would . . . I’ve missed you.”
“I’m about to cum,” she whispered urgently.
“Cum,” I encouraged her. “I want to fill your hot body with my sperm.”
“Do it,” she hissed, riding faster.
I managed to hold off my orgasm for a moment longer, until I heard her begin to grunt and whine. I knew she was there so I relaxed and let my orgasm wash over my body. My ass and balls clenched and for the first time in years, I did not have to stem the flow of sperm which shot up into a woman’s belly. I groaned and ran my hands over her soft back. Spurt after spurt of cum shot up between her sweet legs. Her pussy grasped and mashed my cock like only Lilly’s could. Her pussy milked me until she felt I had finished and fell back to the bed in exhaustion. She relaxed against me with her hair in my face. I sniffed and petted it out of the way. She looked like a golden angel laying on top of me with the afternoon sunlight cascading over her body.
I suddenly remembered that Jill and Phillip should arrive at any moment. I had to clear my conscience.
“Lilly,” I said gently.
“Huh?” she said, nearly asleep.
“I have a confession to make.”
“Can it wait? I drove all night and need a nap,” she said with a gentle smile. I rolled her over on the bed. The light from the window hit her directly in the eyes. She pulled a pillow over her face. I gently pulled a light sheet over her sleeping body. It was good to have her home again. I ran a hand over her sheet-covered leg in admiration, then turned and hurried from the room.
I showered and dressed, then hauled Lilly’s suitcases up into the bedroom. As I started the pasta, my precious mushrooms, and the vegetables cooking, I looked outside and saw the Mustang squeezed between my truck and the hedge. I pulled it into its usual place in the garage, where it was safe from thieves. As I returned to the kitchen, I found everything ready. I combined the vegetables and spaghetti in a large bowl, then added Parmesan and olive oil. I tossed it briskly and looked out the window. Jill was late, of course. I found her and Phillip leaning against my truck, talking and kissing.
“You,” I said from the front door, pointing at Phillip. “Go home. And you,” I pointed at Jill, “get your butt in here and get ready for supper. We have a guest, a very special guest.”
“Dad, we were going to listen to our new CDs,” she said with a twisted face.
“And you will, on any other night. I told you, we have a very special guest. This is family night.”
“You, go home, and you, into the house,” I said firmly. Jill stomped into the house and up the stairs. I couldn’t wait to unveil my surprise. I watched her storm away with a smile on my face.
I filled three plates with pasta, cut lemons, and set the Parmesan in the center of the table. I hurried up the stairs and found Skipper wagging in front of my bedroom door.
“Hi daddy,” Jill said brightly from my bed as I looked into the bedroom. Lilly’s sexy legs were naked and open. Her face was still covered by a pillow. That sweet, lovely face was snoring like a truck driver.
“Here is my surprise, the thing I wanted to tell you about yesterday,” she said, leaning down and licking Lilly’s pussy. Lilly stopped snoring and moaned as the tongue flashed between her legs. She reached down and held Jill’s head between her legs as she threw them open wider. Lilly moaned and humped her pussy against Jill’s working mouth and flashing tongue.
“Oh yes,” Lilly whispered. Even though it had started out as a joke, Jill was really getting into eating her father’s girlfriend. She sucked and licked her way from the bottom to the top of the sweet pussy. She let her tongue tickle the folds of moist flesh, inside and out, from the top to the bottom. Lilly was very animated now. She held Jill’s head between her open thighs with both hands, while she moaned and twisted on the bed. In what seemed mere moments, Lilly began grunting and hunching her pussy against Jill’s mouth until she squealed in delight. Skipper barked, wanting to join the action. I held him back. My surprise should be uncluttered with a wild dog licking pussies.
As Lilly finished her orgasm, Jill suddenly stopped and sat up with a smile, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand.
“I’m a lesbian,” she said, in an attempt at hurting my feelings.
“No, you are bisexual like your mother. I already knew that, I saw you and Tina in the living room yesterday. And here is my surprise,” I pulled the pillow off Lilly’s face. “Your mother is here.”
“Shit!” Jill yelled.
“Jill?” Lilly gasped, looking down at Jill’s hands resting on her open legs.
“Now kiss your mother somewhere other than her pussy and let’s go down to dinner,” I said with a twisted smile.

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Sangeeta has got her sister and son here now, and things have gone better than expected. So when she gets the chance to meet Richard’s wife Suzie, how could she say no?

Meet the Family
They arrived at the family home, feeling the cold even through their long coats. Sangeeta rang the bell, and a minute later the door opened and a woman stood their wearing only an expensive set of white lace lingerie and a pair of high heels. She looked a lot like her daughter, just with bigger boobs. “Hi, I’m Suzie. Come in,” she said, “I’m excited to meet you all.”

Getting Ready for an Incest Orgy
As they came in, she kissed them on the mouth, then closed the front door. “This is the changing room,” she said indicating a small bedroom, “The lounge room is over here. Come through when you’re ready.”

Sammy watched her ass as she went into the lounge room.

“Don’t worry Sammy,” said Jasima, “I’m sure you’ll get your chance with her.”

Sangeeta had already taken off her coat, and was standing there in her dress. “I guess this is too much,” she said, “can one of you unzip me?”

Sammy went over, unzipped his mother’s dress, then taking it off her, his hands running over her skin as he did so.

Jasima was standing nearly naked, wearing only the lingerie she had bought with money Sangeeta had given her. She had never imagined how beautiful it could be when you bought from the best designers. The suspender belt felt a bit strange, and she had never worn stockings before either, but she felt very sexy.

Soon Sangeeta was standing there in a matching set of bra and panties, while Sammy simply removed all his clothes, putting them on the bed. Sangeeta glanced down at his already partially engorged penis.

“Is everyone ready?” said Sangeeta. She took their hands, Sammy to her left, Jasima to her right. “Let’s have fun together.”

What to Try for the First Session
The room was warm, heated by an open fire. The family was standing around, with drinks in their hands. Heidi dressed like her mother, the father and son wearing only g-strings. Richard walked over to the trio, his penis noticeably hardening. He stopped in front of Sangeeta, giving her a long lingering kiss, his hands resting on her hips. “I’m so pleased to see you again.” He paused, and turned to Jasima. “Welcome,” he said “you must be Sangeeta’s sister,” kissing her on the mouth, his hand moving to her waist.

“Yes, that’s Jasima,” said Sangeeta.

“And you must be her son,” he said, kissing him also, his other hand gently stroking Sammy’s penis.

“Yes, that’s Sammy,” said Sangeeta.

“Would you like a drink?” asked the mother, standing beside the bar. “We’re all having Champagne.”

“That sounds good,” said Sangeeta, watching the mother pour the drinks into their glasses, before picking up two and carrying them over to Sangeeta and Jasima. “Darlings,” she said to her children, “can you get Sammy’s drink?”

The father moved back to Jasima, guiding her to a lounge chair. The family had decided that he would have Jasima first, his wife Sangeeta, and the children would share Sammy.

Sangeeta soon found herself on a lounge, the mother caressing her body, and kissing her on the lips every time Sangeeta took a sip of her drink. Soon the drinks were empty and Suzie started in earnest, kissing Sangeeta, then peeling back the top of her bra so she could suck on Sangeeta’s nipples. Her hand slid between Sangeeta’s thighs, massaging her pussy through her panties, before sliding her hand inside the panties so she could play with the pussy that the rest of her family had described to her. Sangeeta responded, and soon had the woman’s panties round her knees. The woman wiggled to get them off her legs, getting them hooked up on the high heeled shoes she was still wearing. Sangeeta knelt in front of her, untangling the panties off the shoes, then spreading the woman’s thighs, leaning in and tonguing the woman’s clitoris.

The father knew what he wanted first, and had removed Jasima’s panties while she was still finishing her drink. He pulled his g-string off, and stood in front of Jasima masturbating to get himself stiff. Jasima bent forward and sucked on his penis, suddenly finding he had the back of her head and had thrust his penis deep into her mouth, almost into her throat. She tried to pull back, but he kept a firm grip on her head, and soon found that Jasima had adjusted and was taking him all the way. He paused, cock deep in her throat, and Jasima’s eyes looked up to his, waiting for his next thrust. “I have to fuck your pussy now. But don’t worry, you’ll get a load on your face.”

Sammy had the daughter sucking on his cock, while the son was kissing him, running his hands all over Sammy’s brown skin. One of Sammy’s hands was in the son’s g-string, playing with his cock, while the other was on the sister’s head, while she masturbated him with her hand and sucked on him. Sammy broke from his kiss and said to the brother “I want to fuck your sister while she and I suck on your cock.” The brother got on the floor beside his sister and pulled her panties down, while she kept sucking on Sammy’s cock. She was surprised he hadn’t cum already, but his sexual encounters with Yvette had taken the edge off his lust, and so he was able to enjoy Heidi’s mouth to its fullest.

She lay on her back, letting Sammy kneel between her legs and penetrate her pussy, while the brother stood in front of him, so Sammy could suck and lick his penis. The sensations produced by having the two of them at the same time were wonderful, his cock enjoying the tight pussy, his mouth full of the hard penis. He considered continuing on like that until he filled Heidi’s pussy with his sperm, and the brother filled his mouth, but he decided he wanted more. Sammy pulled back from the penis and asked the brother “Fuck my ass. I want to give and take at the same time.”

The brother was only too willing to oblige. As much as he loved having his cock sucked, feeling a tight anal sphincter around his penis would be even better, and this young man was so pretty, with his brown skin and cute ass.

It was Sangeeta’s turn to sit back on the couch, with the wife kneeling between her thighs, tonguing and fingering her. She looked at the scene in front of her. Her sister lying back, letting the husband fuck her, her hands on his back, grunting and moaning with the thrusting. Sangeeta thought back to when she had enjoyed the cock, remembering how he had satisfied her. She loved the thought that Jasima would take a load of sperm from the man she had enjoyed only a few days ago.

She looked over at Sammy, watching him suck on the brother’s cock. It had shocked her a little at first, but she thought about all the things she had done over the last few months, and realised that her son sucking cocks wasn’t all that amazing. She hadn’t known he had sucked cock until a few days ago when he told them after cumming over Jasima’s face, but knowing how much she loved cock, maybe it wasn’t so strange her son would too. Even so, Sangeeta was a bit surprised when her beautiful son asked the brother to fuck his ass. Watching the brother kneel behind her son, and guide the tip of his cock into his ass. She loved the look of pleasure on Sammy’s face as the penis found its way into his body. It was clear he loved the sensation, and soon he was being fucked in the ass as hard as he was fucking the sister’s pussy.

Jasima lay back after the husband had enjoyed her body. She was hoping for more, but felt sure the night would be full of many more sexual thrills. As the three youngsters fucked each other, Jasima masturbated, sliding fingers into her body, then sucking and licking her sperm covered fingers. While the sex had been conventional enough, he had certainly delivered a big load into her body. She put her hand on the man’s cock, feeling it respond to her touch, “What would you like next?”

Jasima expected him to suggest they join Sangeeta and his wife, but was a little surprised to hear him say “When my wife finishes with Sangeeta’s pussy I want her to fuck you with a dildo. My daughter says she’s great.”

“But we didn’t bring it with us,” said Jasima.

“No, but I went out and bought some toys. She’s got plenty to choose from.”

Jasima watched Sammy cum into Heidi, then relax to let the brother fuck his ass as hard as he wanted. They made a wonderful sight, but Jasima imagined herself lying under her nephew, his cock inside her, knowing he was enjoying being fucked by a cock too.

Sammy felt the brother shoot his load inside his rectum. He’d sucked cocks lots of times, and fucked some asses too, but this was the first time he had let someone fuck his ass. He knew it wouldn’t be his last.

Jasima sat down beside her sister, watching the wife between her thighs. She started sucking on Sangeeta’s nipples, enjoying their firmness, and the reaction she got from Sangeeta as she pleasured her. After Sangeeta had orgasmed, Jasima gave her a few minutes to recover, then said “You’ve got to fuck me with a dildo now. They’ve got a whole lot of new ones, and I can’t wait.”

Jasima is DP by Her Nephew and Sister
Sammy had disappeared with the brother and sister to have a shower to freshen up after their encounter, while Jasima helped Sangeeta pick out a new toy, then adjust its straps to fit Sangeeta. The husband and wife lay in each other’s arms, looking at these beautiful women. “Thanks for organising this night,” she said to him.

“I loved doing this for us all,” he said. “I love it when our family has these special nights, and tonight it’s even better knowing we’re having another family.”

“And a new cock for a change,” his wife added.

Sangeeta started to work on Jasima, screwing her sister’s pussy with the new dildo. It was longer and thicker than the one they had at home, but Jasima took it easily enough. Jasima really was a slut, Sangeeta thought, giving a sudden deep thrust that caught Jasima off-guard.

Sammy walked in with the brother and sister, all three completely naked. The sister poured more drinks, and they stood round watching the two women fucking. Sammy loved watching his mother’s ass as she fucked his aunt.

Sangeeta bent forward and kissed her sister, then whispered in her ear “We’re going to roll over so you’re on top. Then ask Sammy to fuck your ass.”

Sammy loved it when his mother and aunt switched position, his aunt on top of his mother, riding the dildo. He watched her ass as it went up and down, loving how he could see the rubber cock glisten with his aunt’s juices. He remembered what she felt like, her body holding his cock.

“Sammy,” she called out to him, “fuck my ass. I want you to fuck my ass.

“Now Aunt Jasima?”

“Yes, Sammy, right now. Fuck my ass. I saw you fuck Yvette’s ass, and she loved it, and you just got your ass fucked and you loved it too. Now fuck mine.”

Sangeeta lay on her back, her hands cupping Jasima’s breasts, watching her sister while she begged her son to fuck her ass. Finally she saw that handsome young face behind her sister, his aunt. They paused their fucking for a few minutes while Sammy lubed up his cock and worked his cock into his aunt’s anus. Both of their faces had such beautiful expressions as they joined together. Sangeeta felt Sammy’s legs against her own. He wasn’t trying to avoid her body while he fucked his aunt. Sangeeta could only think how close her son’s penis was to her own willing vagina.

The other family sat on the couch watching the trio in front of them. Normally during their orgies they couldn’t keep off each other, but this was special. The mother quietly murmured to her son, who was nestled in her arms “I wonder if he’ll do it to his mother too?”

“I hope so mummy. We should have sex to show him it’s natural and beautiful.”

“Yes, but after they’ve finished. I don’t want to miss this,” the mother said to her son, reaching around and stroking his penis.

Sammy could feel the rubber cock inside his aunt, how it moved, how his aunt responded to both of them. Mummy and he got into a rhythm of thrusting, he enjoying his aunt’s ass, his mummy enjoying her sister’s pussy. His aunt started kissing his mummy, which got Sammy even more excited. He knew he wanted her too, to have sex with his mummy.

“Oh, mummy, fuck Aunt Jasima good,” said Sammy, moving one hand from his aunt’s shoulders to her breast, finding his mother’s hand there already. When their hands touched they didn’t pull back, instead they locked fingers, cupping Jasima’s breast. Sammy stared over his aunt’s shoulder into his mother’s eyes. “I love you mummy,” said Sammy as he left a load of cum in his aunt.

Jasima felt the young man pull out of her body, leaving his cum inside her ass. A load in her pussy, and another in her ass. Now if she could get the brother to cum in her mouth.

Sangeeta swapped position again, laying Jasima out beside Sammy, putting Jasima’s legs over her shoulders, then fucking her quickly to give her an orgasm. She loved looking down at Sammy, knowing they had just shared her sister, and imagining what he would do to her with his beautiful cock, which was already hard again. Sammy’s hand found its way between them, and he started masturbating his aunt’s clitoris, before rolling over so he could start sucking his aunt’s nipples as well, occasionally kissing her mouth.

When Jasima could restrain herself no longer she let herself orgasm, screaming and arching her back, enjoying one of the most intense orgasms in her life.

Sangeeta Sodomises Sammy
The three of them layback on the floor, recovering from their exertions, looking at the other family. Richard had Heidi positioned on his lap, facing Sangeeta, Jasima and Sammy, his penis inside her vagina. They had been fucking while watching the threesome in front of them.

The mother and son now rearranged themselves, instead of sitting in each other’s arms, the mother masturbating the son, he started fucking her, her stocking legs locked around him. Sangeeta imagined herself in the same position, her son taking her, she accepting his penis into her body.

“Mummy,” said Sammy, “can we do that too? Have sex?”

“Oh, Sammy, yes of course,” said Sangeeta, “it would be so beautiful.”

They watched the other family satisfy themselves, the father filling his daughter’s vagina with cum, and the son filling his mother.

Sangeeta knew the time for her son was near, and was nervous, feeling like she was a virgin again, not sure what would happen, but excited at the possibility in front of her. She wanted it to be special, so she said to Sammy and Jasima, “Let’s have a shower now.”

All three of them ended up in the shower cubicle. Jasima was very much the centre of attention, being washed by both of them, but at the same time slowly Sangeeta and Sammy started touching more and more, then kissing and stroking each other’s genitals. She could feel how hard she was making Sammy, and knew that her pussy was wet and ready.

After they had towelled each other down they went back out to the other family. Jasima joined the other family, lying back in the mother’s arms so she could watch her sister and nephew.

Sammy and Sangeeta were standing naked in front of the fire, kissing, and holding each other’s bodies. Sammy said “I want you mummy, I want you to fuck me.”

“Oh yes,” said Sangeeta, getting onto the ground beside her son, and spreading her legs so he could mount her.

“No mummy, not like that. I want you to fuck me in the ass with the dildo.”

“What Sammy?”

“Fuck me with your rubber cock. You did it for Yvette, and Jasima, and now I want it too.”

“But in your ass?” asked Sangeeta, not able to believe his request.

“Yes mummy. Fuck my ass.”

Sangeeta stood up and kissed her son, her tongue exploring his mouth. “Okay. If that’s what you want.” She put the dildo on again, lubing it before returning to her son who was now lying on his back on a low table to give her easy access. Sangeeta gently pushed into him, unable to believe what she was doing, but knowing it was true. She was going to ass fuck her son.

“Go faster mummy,” said Sammy, “I’m already loosened up. Fuck me like you fucked Aunt Jasima.”

Sangeeta looked down to where the dildo was entering her son’s asshole, watching it disappear further and further as every stroke she probed a little further. His cock was stiff, and she imagined what he would do to her with it. She longed to feel it inside her own body.

Now she was fully inside her son she started to play around, sometimes fucking him slowly, sometimes fast. She made him spin around on the rubber cock, like he was on a skewer, which let her get behind him and fuck him while he was lying over the table.

“Touch him,” said Jasima, “play with his cock.”

Sangeeta reached underneath him, and started playing with his penis, but found it was too difficult. She pulled out and made Sammy lie on his back on the floor, his ass positioned so she could fuck that, and she could play with his cock at the same time. She loved it, knowing what he must be feeling with her cock up his ass, and at the same time stroking his hard cock.

Sammy loved it, his ass being penetrated by his mummy, and she was playing with his penis, masturbating him. He loved looking at her boobs, and imagined kissing her lips again. He moaned “Faster mummy, fuck me faster.”

Sangeeta started masturbating him faster, only disappointed that she wouldn’t be able to let him cum into her the first time they had sex. Finally she watched him shoot, a strong load blasted up over his belly, all the way up to his chest.

“Enough?” asked Sangeeta, staring down at her son, his penis lying against his belly, the last of the sperm drooling out the tip onto his skin.

“Yes mummy.”

Sangeeta pulled out of him, then bent forward, sucking her son’s cock, tasting his sperm for the first time. She licked him clean, paying particular attention to his penis and testicles, then she ran her tongue through his dark pubic curls, following the line of semen up over his stomach to his chest. Sangeeta paused and undid the strap-on dildo, dropping it on the floor beside her son, then she lay on top of him, kissing his mouth.

“I could never have imagined this,” she said.

All Partners Change
Sangeeta, Jasima and Sammy stayed the night, not wanting to stop the passion. Sammy serviced the mother and father, fucking Suzie and sucking Richard until the father pulled out of Sammy’s mouth, masturbating himself to an orgasm, cumming onto Sammy’s face. Sammy delivered his sperm into the mother, before lying beside her, kissing her and letting her lick her husband’s sperm off his face. He ended up sleeping between them. His sleep was only interrupted once, when the father decided to fuck his ass.

The brother and sister shared and swapped Sangeeta and Jasima. Fortunately they had a king sized bed, so four people fitted in easily. Jasima got her chance to get the brother to cum in her mouth, then take the daughter, tonguing her pussy. Sangeeta made use of the dildo again, fucking the sister’s vagina, then the brother’s ass.

Sammy Gets a Chance to be a Prostitute
The next morning they had to race back to the apartment so that Sangeeta could dress and get to work. As they had left their host’s house the mother had kissed Sammy, and pressed a piece of paper into his hand, whispering “Call me if you would like some fun with my friends. They’ll be very generous with a handsome young man like you.”

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I wrote this a while ago, it is half true, the other half was wishful thinking

I’d only ever spoke to her online before, she always hated herself but somehow I managed to keep her happy and I don’t know how. I reluctantly allowed my webcam to connect, I hated putting up my webcam to people I had only ever spoken to online before the last 3 people who saw my webcam all disappeared off my chat never to be seen again. I knew I was ugly; no one wanted to talk to me after they saw me, and this was obviously going to work out the same. It took a month to get to this point, as my webcam loaded I was scared, my t-shirt pulled up over my chin, trying to hide as much of me as possible. Both the webcams connected and I saw her for the first time, as she saw me too.

I’d never looked at a girl like I was looking at her. I always thought I was straight, every person I found attractive was a guy, but this woman in front of me was so amazing I was starting to doubt my own sexuality. Was it possible that I could be bisexual? I’m 25 and never looked at a woman like this before. Actually wait, I did kiss that girl a few years ago, I was drunk, but surely there must have been something there less I wouldn’t have done it. And her from that band, Taylor, God she was hot, she actually turned me on. Maybe I was just in denial. Actually there is no doubt about it, I was in denial. This girl in front of me was beautiful.

2 Months Later

“Urgh I look horrible”. The same greeting I got every time her webcam loaded.
“You look as beautiful as ever”. And cue the usual speech. I’m ugly. No one loves me. Everyone hates me. What could I say to all that, I was the ugly one. She only spoke to me cos she felt sorry for me I’m sure of it. How could I turn round and tell her she was gorgeous and always would be to me. However she looked, she would be perfect, I didn’t care about any of her problems. I loved her.
“I have something to tell you.”
“Yes?”
“Oh God I can’t tell you”. And with that she logged out of chat. Great now what was up. What had I said? I didn’t remember saying anything but what else would provoke that response.
10 minutes later she logged back in, reconnected cam. “OK. I Love you. And I have since we first spoke, but I didn’t want to tell you cos I was scared that you didn’t feel the same”. She blushed violently, her glow showing easily over the cam, and then she was gone, the chat box popped up that she’d gone offline.
“Well, I love you to. I have from the first moment I saw you”. I knew she would see it, I was sure she was only appearing offline.
“:-)” popped up moments later.

Another Month On

“I can’t wait for you to come here, so I can stick my fingers in you for real”. Ever since that day we admitted our feelings for each other, we had been getting each other off, talking dirty and strip teasing over webcam. And I loved every second. Despite being continents apart, I was desperate to get to her for real, the cam sessions and everything were good, but I couldn’t wait to have her touch me.
“I want to try something” I typed. I stood up and put the laptop on the table at the end of my bed, and positioned it so the camera was covering the whole bed. Switching the microphone on so she could hear me, I backed away.
“Can you hear me” I spoke out loud, a muffled “yes” came from the laptop, damn speakers. “Ok, I can’t hear you but that doesn’t matter, I’ll switch the cam to full screen, I hate watching myself”.
She smiled on cam, and sat there, arms folded across her naked chest, left bare from our earlier strip tease, I loved looking at her chest, she had amazing breasts, I just wished I could touch them.
After putting the cam on full view, I went and lay down on the bed. Watching my baby on webcam watching me was making me wet. I bit my lip teasing it between my teeth, flirting with my eyes over the internet connection. I spread my legs as wide as my double bed allowed, my pussy clearly visible to the webcam. I sucked my fingers, making them damp, not that I needed to make them wet, even sensing her watching me was making me wetter every second. I slowly run my fingers down my stomach, reaching between my parted thighs, gentling running my middle finger over my clit, so lightly, the sensation could have been mistaken for a light breeze blowing across it.
I played with my clit for a few minutes, knowing I was not only teasing myself but the beautiful girl thousands of miles away from me to. I’d already seen her pull her rabbit out of her hiding hole behind her bed and even though I couldn’t see her vagina I knew perfectly well where that 9 inch object was buried.
I leant over the side of the bed, and pulled out my favourite toy, my little silver bullet. It might only be 3 inches long but damn, I loved it. I switched it on, and felt its hard vibrations against my palm, I needed that feel on my clit. I put the tiny toy against my throbbing clit, I gasped as I always did when that thing was near me, it felt so good, I buried two of my fingers inside my pussy hole while I worked my bullet with the other hand, my back arched against the bed as the beginnings of an intense orgasm took me over. I pushed my fingers in as far as I could, feeling the soft patch that marked my g-spot under my fingertips. I gently rubbed, but still needing to get my fingers in further but struggling to reach, I forced in another finger, I was so damn tight, it was really hard to force in that extra finger, but I did it, I stroked my g spot a little more, moaning loudly, as the vibrations and my stroking brought me closer to exploding.
I felt my stomach tighten, my whole body clenching, all the muscles tensing up, this had only happened once before and I knew soon if I pulled out at the right moment….
I through my bullet away from me, desperate to tear the orgasm from my body, violently rubbing my clit, I grunted and groaned, ripping my fingers from my pussy a tidal wave of liquid flew over my bed, I screamed out in pleasure, my body still tense and flailing around, I’d near enough lost control over my body, struggling to rub my clit more and unleash more sweet cum over myself.
That was the best orgasm I had ever given myself, I lay back for a few minutes to get breathe back. After 3 or 4 minutes I looked up. “Shit, I forgot you were watching” I said to the laptop
“Ha, don’t worry about me, I just came 3 times watching you, you couldn’t have pleased me anymore”
“Well, I need to sleep now, I’ll talk to you tomorrow”, I told her, blowing a kiss at the camera.
“Ok night, love you”.
I was extremely tired, work was tiring me so much, I’d just tired myself more, I was desperate for an early night. I logged out of messenger, and went to sleep instantly.

There she was stood in front of me. I’d just got up ready for work, walked downstairs and there she was, sat on my sofa watching Kerrang TV.
“We really need this TV channel in America”. I just stood in the doorway in my pyjamas and looked at here. Not 4 hours ago I had been talking to her online. It wasn’t possible for her to be here.
“Wha…How…?”
“Quit asking questions and just kiss me”. I continued staring as she got up off the sofa in her tiny Avenged Sevenfold top and short skirt, freely showing her legs despite how much she hated showing them. As she got closer to me, I got over the shock and bounded over to where she was waiting, grabbed her round the waist and placed my lips on hers.
“I have work today, how can I leave you here on your own.”
“Hmmm I can keep myself entertained for a while.”
“No. I’ll pull a sicky, give me a few mins, i’ll get changed and ring in work”
She smirked at me. “Why get dressed?”I should have expected that. It was only 7.30am; no one would be at work yet, not for at least another hour.
We were still stood in the same place, my hands on her hips, and her mouth close to my ear. “I’ve been waiting so long for this”. I tried answering back, but her mouth on my throat was leaving me breathless. She gently bit down, and I gasped. We were vampire obsessive’s, nothing could turn me on more than her biting me. I could feel my pussy getting wet.
She pulled me down onto the sofa and forcefully kissed my neck, I moaned in pleasure, it just felt so good. I somehow ended up lying on the sofa, one leg hanging off the side so she could kneel in front of me. I pulled my pyjama top off and tossed it aside, it landed on the TV which was playing Green Day at that point. I got slightly distracted by seeing Billie on the screen, but when she started licking my nipples I was back in the present situation.
She latched her teeth onto my left nipple and pulled, I moaned again. I felt her moved back slightly, her tongue running down my stomach and my back arched as she hit the sensitive spot that had always been slightly ticklish.
“You ready?”
I couldn’t answer her, I was already nearing an orgasm and she hadn’t even touched my pussy yet. She pulled down my pyjama pants, and raised her eyebrows. I had been in bed, of course I had no underwear on, the only reason I had pyjamas on was in case the postman knocked.
The pyjama bottoms ended up somewhere on the other side of the room, and she tore off the majority of her clothes but left her underwear on. She looked even better in the flesh, I sat up intending to force her onto her back, but she just pushed me back down, one hand round my throat, the other steadily moving towards my pussy.
“Unless you want to move to the bedroom, you’re not going anywhere”
I looked at her, and took her hand, rolled off the sofa, landing on top of her. I kissed her, pulled her to her feet and dragged her up the stairs.
I intended on pushing her onto the bed, but just like before she pushed me down and knelt over the top of me. I felt her fingertips brush my clit and I shuddered, “It’s my turn first” she whispered into my ear. With that she moved and knelt on the floor, I parted my legs, already feeling my pussy pulsing.
Two fingers pushed inside me and I gasped as she started moving her fingers in and out, God it felt so good. As she pushed her fingers into my wet pussy, she sought out my clit with her tongue, gently flicking it, I couldn’t hold any longer, but she had other plans, she took out her fingers, and inserted 3, and then 4. Shit, I was tight, but she still did it, now I had no chance, my pussy exploded all over her hand, and I bucked never having managed to control the body orgasms that always took me over.
I stopped bucking and she licked all the clear liquid from off my body, leaving the stuff on her hand for me to lick up.
I sat up and took her dripping hand, placed her fingers in my mouth, and then run my tongue over the rest of her hand. I pulled her to me, and put my free hand into her g-string.
“I think it’s my turn now” I told her. I pushed my fingers into her pussy and felt her tighten, leaving my fingers in place I pushed her down to where I had been lying and made her spread her legs. Now I had more room I jammed another finger into her hole, and rammed them as hard as I could into her, in moments she was gasping, telling me to go harder. I pulled out my fingers and found my good old rabbit, turning it to full power I forced it into her pussy. She moaned and seconds later she unleashed her juices all over my bed. I wasn’t leaving it there though; I put my head down and licked up all the juice she had left on her pussy.
Not content, I put my fingers back inside her and licked her throbbing clit. As fast as she came the first time, she tightened around my fingers and I rammed them further in until she could take no more and exploded straight into my face.
Liking the feeling of her pulsing pussy, I left my fingers where they were, as she laid back trying to regain her breath.
My phone rang, noticing my work number, I answered.
“Where are you?” I heard Chris say on the other end.
“Umm, I’m sick, sorry, I need to stay in bed for the day”. I didn’t wait for his reply, I let the phone fall to the floor and kissed the beautiful woman lying in front of me.

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A girl goes looking for her missing sister in the wrong place

Mistress Amanda returned a couple hours later. Kendall’s arms and legs where sore from trying to hold her body upwards off of the table. Her nipples and clit where sore from the constant tugging. And her neck was sore from her sister Kim constant motion of riding the double dildo attached to her face.

Kim on the other hand was now working on her seventh orgasm. Amanda watched as Kim rode the massive dildo in her pussy up and down steadily at first and then she looked as though she was slamming herself on it. Each time she lowered herself she pulled up Kendall’s head forcing her face between Kim’s buttocks. Over and over again, faster and faster until she could not hold back and erupted once again in bliss. Her head thrown back as cries of passion where heard through her gagged mouth. Her body shook and she sank down, the dildo buried deep into her sex and Kendall’s nose was once more pressed against Kim’s wrinkled rose bud.

“Very good girls. That was quite a performance. We need to get you fed before your performance on stage tonight. But first…..” She said as she ran her hand across Kendall’s flat stomach, “…I think I might have a taste for myself.” Amanda bent over and gave Kendall a kiss between the teen’s thighs on the mound of her sex. Slowly, ever so slowly she continued to kiss Kendall’s body between her legs all around her sex. And then her lips brushed the lips of Kendall’s sex. First once, then twice, and then a third time. After which Kendall felt Amanda’s tongue move up through her inner labia to lap at the core of her sex. Still slowly at first and then with a steady pace. Soon Kendall was squirming in her bonds as the pleasurable heights were climbing higher and higher as Amanda continued her assault on her sex with her tongue.

Amanda attacked the teen’s pussy like an Italian attacking a plate of spaghetti. Slurping and licking the teen into a frenzy. Kendall was snorting air through her nose as the pleasure of having her sex eaten by a woman was driving her to bliss, when suddenly she stopped and straighten up said. “I think that’s enough for now. Maybe later we’ll finish.”

Just on the verge of cumming, Kendall groaned in huge disappointment. Once again she had been kept frustrated by this woman for hours now.

One at a time Amanda released and rebound each of the girls so they where hogtied on the floor in the nude. There arms where bound together behind there backs at the wrists and elbows with rope. There legs were tied with more rope at the ankles and knees and then pulled up behind them with rope tying their ankles to their wrists. The only reprieve they had was those damn ring gags had been removed giving their jaws a chance to relax.

The girls were hogtied on the floor facing each other. Amanda placed two metal dog bowls in front of each of the girls. “Din, din time.” She said as she dumped a can of Alpo dog food into each bowl. “Here’s the task.” She said. “First girl to finish her dinner, and I mean a licked clean bowl get’s rewarded, while the other is punished. Now, If I where you, I’d get started.”

“You really can’t expect us to eat this, this dog food, do you?” Kim asked.

“Au contraire mon cheri, I do.” Amanda said and stepped on Kim’s head with her foot pushing her face into the dog food. “You will eat the food I presented for you and be greatful or you will be punished! No chow down bitch!” She commanded. Stepping on the back of Kim’s head with her boot she pushed her face into the bowl of dog food. Both Kim in Kendall reluctantly began to eat.

Amanda moved away from the two girls and came back a moment latter with two boards, each with the tips of nails sticking though them. “For your insolence, let’s make this a bit more challenging, shall we?” She said and grabbing Kendall by the hair, lifted her high enough to slide the board under her so her breasts lay on the points of nails when she let her back down. She repeated the process with Kim who’s larger breasts lay across more of the nails. The girls now tried to arch their backs further then their hogties to keep their breasts from being poked by the nail tips, yet each had to press down on them in order to get a mouth full of the dog food. Kim with her larger breasts was having the harder time of it. And both girls had tears in their eyes crying as they ate.

Amanda retreated to her chair in the room and watched as the girls went about their tasks. Within a short while Kendall had licked her bowl clean while Kim still had several bites to go. Amanda laughed and said. “Well Kim, it looks like you lose once again.”

Soon after the girls had finished their diner, Amanda had bound Kim to the leather covered bench and like her younger sister Kendall, pierced and ringed her nipples, clit and septum. Then she dressed both the girls in matching black leather cat suits. Black ballet boots and full black leather discipline helmets cutting off sight and sound. Each of their mouths were refilled with blowup gags. Kim’s arms where pinned behind her back in a leather mono-sleeve while Kendall had her arms pinned behind her in a painful reverse prayer. Her wrists where attached to the back of her collar by a short chain and a her elbows were pulled close together by an inter-woven strap. Then a leather sack was pulled up over her arms securing them in place.

Amanda forced the girls on to their knees and attaching leashes to their clit rings had them follow her out of the room into the main club. She lead both girls over to and up onto the club stage.

Taking Kendall first she moved her over to a leather covered wooden horse and secured her legs apart to the legs of the horse. She then bent Kendall over the center beam of the horse and taking a bungee cord attached one end to her right nipple ring, pulling the cord down through a ring in the floor attached the other end to her left nipple. This kept her bent doubled over as any trying to straighten up would just pull tightly on her nipple rings. Next she turned a crank on the side of the wooden horse which raised the center beam which lifted Kendall’s hips upwards and lifted her feet up off of the floor. Kendall’s small poor breasts were stretched painfully downward by the bungee cord.

“Comfy?”

Kendall could only moan through the gag in her mouth.

“Don’t worry sweety. Your sister will soon help you feel, much better.”

Whit that said, Amanda turned her attention to Kim. Taking the double ended dildo that was used earlier in Kendall’s mouth and Kim’s pussy, she unzipped the bottom part of Kim’s catsuit and inserted the smaller end into Kim’s pussy and strapped it on around her hips.

“Time to fuck your sister.” she said and moved Kim up behind Kendall. First she unzipped the bottom of Kendall’s catsuit and slowly entered the tip of the ribbed dildo into Kendall’s pussy. To keep her from backing out too far, she took a strap and attached it to the center board of the horse and around Kim’s upper thighs. Kim tried to stand very still, not wanting to do Amanda’s bidding as well as having to rape her little sister with the monster dildo when she felt Amanda attach something to her nipple rings. When she was done, she felt her nipples being pulled forward by her rings. What Amanda had done was thread a chain through a ring on top of Kendall’s discipline hood and pulling her head back attached both ends of the chain to Kim’s nipple rings. Any lowering of Kendall’s head to relieve the strain on her neck just pulled harder on her sister’s nipples.
The actions on the stage had attracted the attention of many of the patron’s of the club who turned in their chairs to watch the goings on of Amanda and her two newly acquired slaves.

Once she had them set into place, Amanda picked up a large wooden paddle. “Well bitch, I hope you’re ready to receive your punishment!” And swung the paddle hard slapping Kim across her buttocks. Kim ass exploded in pain as she screamed into her blowup gag and shoved her hips forward thrusting the dildo deep into Kendall’s sex. Kendall, surprised by the sudden thrust of the dildo into her pussy, arched her back upwards yanking on her own breasts and quickly dropped her head back down trying to relieve the pain to her nipples. This motion pulled on Kim’s nipples pain fully and Kim’s tried to back away suddenly from that pain when the wooden paddle slapped her ass once again.
Over and over again Amanda smacked Kim’s ass with the paddle until she had beaten her at least thirty times.

“Damn, all this work has made my arm tired.” Saying that, Amanda put down the paddle and unbeknown to the girls picked up and equally large double ended strap-on and buckled it around her own waist.

Turning to the audience she said, “I could use the assistance of two slaves if you would.” Two master’s brought their slaves up on stage and Amanda put them to work immediately. One lubing up her strap-on dildo with her mouth while she had another kneel behind Kim and lick her rose bud with her tongue. After a few minutes she told the two female slaves to stop and get out of her way. Moving up behind Kim herself, she lined up the head of her dildo with Kim’s rose bud and said, “Now let’s give your little sister the fucking she’d never had.” And thrust her hips forward pushing her dildo deeply into Kim’s ass!

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This is a continuing story about a young white girls travels as a white slave to black men

White Slavery or is it Really Part 7

Part 7

Not long after Adanna’s mother had been placed in full time care do to the fact that her condition had been getting worse she was no longer able to get around by herself. Her faculties though had been diminished little. She had turned to members of the trust for guidance, and they had put all of the things needed together in the event that if something should happened to her the girls would be well taken care of.

With Adanna’s father gone, and her mother terminally ill. She had been spending as much time as possible with her mother. This had taken a toll on her school work that left her even farther behind. When she had helped move, her parents personal things from where they had been stored, to the large two story house they were now living in, among them was this very large old trunk. This was one of many things that had been placed in the attic by the movers. At the time she had asked her mother what was in the trunk? Her mother, had never really answered that question. Only saying that what it held, was some very personal family things and, that it had nothing to do with her!. This answer at the time seemed reasonable, however sometime later the question came up again, and for Adanna if it was personnel family things,.. how could she not be involved? This statement from her mother after some thought did not seem to make sense?

This time after asking the question again her mother had become much more vocal and adamant that she not go into the attic, or near the trunk, and under no circumstances was she to open it!. This loud and abrupt statement from her ill mother was unusual, unsettling, and quite out of character. This comment had only made her interest in the trunk, all the more appealing!….

With her mother now being cared for in her own private room and with a full time nurse and several maids. Had allowed Addie much more freedom and opportunity to finally investigate the attic and the mysterious trunk?. When she finally decided to take a look, the keys to the attic were easy to come by and her mother was now in no condition to stop her.
She was uncertain, and had mixed emotions about what she might find in the trunk as she climbed the stairs to the attic? She would have felt better if Sam would had been with her, but Sam, was in the city, so Addie was left by herself to see just what this old trunk had in store for her?. With her heart pounding and unsure as to what had so upset her mother, she unlocked the door! There were a number of other items stored in this upper most part of the house, she again became quite hesitant as she unlocked this mysterious old trunk and slowly lifted the lid, in doing so she had unknowingly pushed several parts of an old cast iron bed that had been against the trunk, to the point that they had came crashing down! The noise was deafening and had scared her half to death as she froze! How could anyone not notice the noise and come to investigate? This situation had gone from her holding her breath with her heart pounding to a very loud crash, and then back to dead silence! One of he maids had hollered up asking is everything alright Addie? Once she had come to her senses she ventured out into the upper hallway finally said yes everything is okay, and not to worry the noise was just an accident! After all of the commotion had settled down and her heart rate had returned somewhat to normal, and with the trunk finally open she was treated to a very musty smell?.

The contense of the trunk had been carefully packed and were quite in order. As she started to go through the trunk she came upon a ledger titled index, that listed in chronological order all of the material. There were numerous pages of what was in the trunk. This list had the dates and descriptions of each item. She was shocked to see that the dates led back to the mid 1800s and that most of the ledgers up until the turn of the century had apparently been written by her great grandfather. With the excitement of finding things out about her family and apparently about her great grand parents especially, things she had never known existed was even more exciting! Having taken one of the ledgers over to the light, she had started to read some of the passages and descriptions, they were mostly about young black female slaves that had been used for perverted sexual pleasure,or torture and, some in the most brutal sadistic, and unimaginable way OMG she thought!. Along with the written entries there were quite a number of well illustrated and lifelike drawings that had with them some glass plate photography negatives depicting the torment torture and abuse that these young black women had suffered through!…

Adanna was quite fascinated and her excitement had turned to uneasiness with the descriptions and drawings that accompanied them, she continued to briefly thumb through more and more of these old family ledgers, that had led up to the turn of the century. After this time these entries, and the drawings that accompanied them had changed to more detailed writings and to not only all glass plate negatives, But they had with them numerous black and white pictures of what had been done to these young black women. The pictures had been perfectly preserved and left no doubt as to what kind of sexual abuse they had endured. The pictures had started by these women just being tied up, followed by whippings and torture of there breasts and gentiles, one could see the welts and the helpless looks of despair on their faces as she read and looked at these pictures. The indignities they had suffered were then followed by forceful gang rapes. Along with this, were pictures of these women being placed and bound, on or in numerous mechanical fucking machine devices that had large and very realistic leather type phallic extensions, that were either self propelled by them ,or that could be operated by the slave traders themselves. Much of these things had been done for amusement,OMG! she thought as they had also been helplessly forced to mate with mules and other beasts, just to see just how big of a male animal organ they could withstand!…

Adanna was horrified by what many of these young women had been forced to do and had genuine sympathy for what had happened to them. But at the same time could not help herself from being sexually stimulated by what she read and saw in these pictures of what had been done to these young girls! This had produced her own mixed sexual feelings about bondage and sexual abuse as she kept imagining herself as one of these girls!. This form of slavery according to these documents had continued to occur long after slavery hand been legally abolished. The pictures and entries had led clear up to second World War!. Apparently her great grandfather and later her grandfather had been involved in some sort of underground version of a slave sex trade, by selectively supplying many of these women to rich business men from around the country along with well to do men and women from around the world. They had apparently supplied them to dictators and third world sheiks just for their sadistic sexual pleasure and amusement!.

She had seen enough and had returned the items exactly as she had found them locking the trunk, she was on her way down the stairs when it occurred to her that if this, was in the attic? What in the world could be in the basement? She still had the keys, and they would unlock the doors to whatever was down there?. Her imagination raced again as she descended several flights of stairs, down into the darkened basement. Upon opening the last door and turning on several dim lights, at first she did not comprehend what, she was looking at?. She had been walking down aisles of unusual equipment and was quite startled to realize that the pictures she had been looking at upstairs, were the very devices and machines that had been used on these young women, and that they had been stored and preserved here for sometime and for some,….. sinister reason.?

Adanna had locked the doors and was climbing the stairs when she realized that she was getting very moist just imagining herself again, as being one of these young women who had been used in this horrible way. Adanna could not keep her mind off of what she had found from flashing back to these images! She after experiencing this incredible find about her family’s past had in the following weeks been having erotic perverse and fitful dreams about “her”, being a white slave girl that is being brutalized by sadistic black masters and that “she” was the one that was suffering these abusive and horrible sexual indignities! This had caused her to wake up in the middle of the night sweating hot, with her heart pounding on more than one occasion! Do to these subconscious dreams she self inflected forceful masturbation, that was followed by equally incredible orgasm’s! The results of this restless sleep and orgasms had made tired and her school work had suffered. This problem had not helped and had only added to more and more demerits!

Adanna had finally decided to attend the special after school tutoring that had been offered by the head mistress, as after only two weeks had so many demerits that she needed to do something, to make them go away. She had finally told the head mistress she would start coming by on a regular basis until the demerits were all worked off. The mistress with a twinkle in her eye said to be there promptly at 6 pm after evening dinner.

Just as Addie was ready to leave her dorm room, Lane over a book she had been reading casually asked if she was wearing panties? She, of course and so naive did not understand how this could have anything to do with her tutoring?. Lane shrugged her shoulders and sighed, mumbling something to the effect, no skin off my nose, as Addie left. She was still trying to figure out what this comment had meant as she knocked on the office door, a voice said come in, she walked into the main office, the one she had been in when they had first registered and taken the placement exam. There was no one there, so she said hello, this was met by a voice again saying to please enter through the big door on her right. She did not known quite what to expect as this, was the head mistress’s private quarters and personal residence.

Upon entering this room she was told to close and lock the door behind her, this woman was setting behind a most unusual desk, she then asked Addie, did she know what was expected of her?. I’m here to receive some special tutoring so that I can have demerits removed from my student file. The mistress smiled in a somewhat perplexed way saying, didn’t any of the other girls tell you what was going to happen? And what I was going to do to you? Addie slowly shook her head no?…. as it started to slowly dawn on her that something other than academics might be required. She then told Addie okay I will give you a break, but you might have to do something extra for me in order to have more infractions removed!. Addie sighed quite submissively and said to the head mistress I will do,.. whatever you ask mistress.

The head mistress said to Addie come over here my dear, and I will tell you exactly what I expect?. Addie at first hesitated and the mistress said to her, when I tell you to do something I expect you to do now!.The mistress had in her hand a short nasty looking leather quirt that she slammed down on the desk with such force that it scared the young girl half to death! Addie quickly walked around the desk and stood before her, she then said lift your skirt slowly, and turn around. She hesitated again, thinking back to what had happened to her in the airport?. The mistress’s reaction to her hesitation was mean and loud, as the leather quirt hit the desk again only inches from her bottom! This time with Addie scared even more, quickly lifted her skirt and turned around, the head mistress upon seeing that she was wearing panties, said in exasperation didn’t any of the other girls tell you about not wearing panties.?..

Addie slowly said, well yes…. but…but. I, didn’t think I needed to do this, just to be tutored? The head mistress was now livid, almost yelling at her, you slutty little idiot when something is expected of you it, should be done without question,.. remove them now, and I mean now! Addie was now trembling as she quickly removed them and laid them on the desk, Then holding up her short skirt and turning around again, showing the head mistress her bare young female bottom and still a somewhat unshaven little slit that was left from her tryst with the older sales girls at the erotic clothing store only weeks before.

The head Mistress savagely gave her pink little clit a quick pinch, at the same time telling her to take off her sweater and bra and to put her hands behind her head and not, under any circumstances to move them!. She then stood up and hurtfully grabbed one of Addie’s nipples and forcefully pulled her over to the wall!. Addie at first had not noticed all the pictures of other young white women who, like her, were nude or semi nude and in some sort of compromising position with the head mistress., but as she looked at each of the pictures started to realize, as her face became flush with what would now be expected!. Along with these pictures were, ones of these same young white women, with what looked like, very young black men almost boys? The girls were wearing very elegant, but somewhat revealing evening gowns, and the young men were in some sort of military uniform, all had very satisfied smiles on there faces, that were in stark contrast to what was depicted in the other pictures of these young women and the mistress!.

The Mistress then said with her face right next to Addie’s, as she forced her eyes to look closely at a number of these pictures, saying at the same time look at these, this is what I expect from you, only I want you to do it better much…much, better!. Most of the pictures were of other young white girls performing cunnilingus on the head mistress or, were of she doing likewise to them. They were doing it from all sorts of positions, but most of the young women were doing so as naked helpless sub missive’s, many of them had there hands bound so they did not have any choice, or were in some other sort, of compromised bondage device!.
She then said do you understand now,? As she painfully continued twisted one of Addie’s soft beautiful pink nipples, and this time even more viciously than the last. Now do you understand!…. Addie squirmed in pain, from her sadistic touch pleading,! and then gasping! Please don’t hurt me! Knowing full well that this is what they both wanted as she meekly and was barely able to say, yes mistress.

The head mistress then pulled her away from the wall, and pictures, again by one of her nipples, and commanded her to get down on her knees, and to put her hands behind her back. With Addie now on her knees the mistress told her that if she could not keep her hands there, they would then be tied in that position and that she would suffer a worse fate or would even be beaten!. In the mean time this big black manly woman had removed her slacks and was nude from the waste down.

With Addie now on her knees the mistress set down in a small swivel chair that reclined, had the middle of the seat bottom cut out, and was on rollers. She wheeled it over spreading her legs to where Addie was kneeling and was eye to eye with the mistress’s grotesque looking meaty cunt!…, Addie had only performed oral on one of the older sales gals at the exotic clothes store, and was trying to remember how she had done it?. The head mistress not knowing this, gave her some time to look, an inspect her rather large black female cunt as this woman had the most unusual genitals and pubic area, that left Addie wondering?..what or just how she was supposed to do it?….

There was no hair on it at all, and the cunt lips were quite long, well over 4” and were swollen and quite puffy as if they had recently been abused! The inner part was quite a contrast that went from pink to black skin at the tip on each of the long lips, and if this seemed unusual, her clitoris was even more so? As it looked more like the head of a small oval shaped penis it was well over an inch across and stuck out at least that far when relaxed. Addie could see that the head mistress was getting aroused, by her heavy breathing and anticipation! She watched in wonder as this very large nub began to swell, to an even larger size!. Addie was quite fascinated watching it grow, as the mistress aggressively rubbed her fingers around the base, it had now swelled to a more normal looking unhooded clit but was at least “three times as large” as any clit Addie had ever seen! It was also grotesquely spotted all over, some areas were pink and some were black, it also had the most unusual thick, nasty looking light yellow colored creamy goo, oozing out of it, that was now running down her dark skinned crack , and then slowly dripping onto the floor in big gobs!. Her pussy looked as though it was alive and almost with a crooked smile, just anticipating what, was about to happen!….

The head mistress then said to Addie, and at the same time wheeling her chair up closer yet placing her big juicy cunt directly in Addie’s face. She grabbed Addie by the back of her blond head and with both hands, was guiding Addie’s young lips directly on to her now very swollen, and gigantic! Clitoris!…

Addie at first tried to resist as the yellow goo smelled awful, but the head mistress’s strong hands, and the fact that she was not going to be denied stymied any further resistance. Addie then tried to do what she thought, had been done to her, but the taste was sickening and her position was not at all where, or how the mistress wanted? She now became flustered and even more aggressive in forcing Addie’s mouth onto the area of her clit that needed the most attention!. Addie had been trying to keep herself from barfing and tried to concentrate on sucking biting, and nibbling, the same way she had been sucked on, But was choking and having a hard time breathing, as her nose, and mouth were buried in the wet slimy folds of this one of a kind incredible black pussy! As the head mistress held her firm!. OMG! it was so wet and nasty as this incredible sexual organ came alive, even with her clumsy attempted perverse attention! Addie was even more surprised as thoughts of slave girls flashed back and these thoughts were of her dreams that quickly went from horrible and nasty to one of the most helpless and intense orgasms she had ever had! The head mistress was in wonder? As she had never had another of these young white girls orgasm like this while performing oral on her!

Just when Addie thought she was going to faint, the head mistress who’s ragged breathing had stopped, felt the mistress’s thighs tense and that this woman was about to cum! Addie could not help herself, and took her hands from behind her back, and put them on the inside of this older woman’s thighs, and was trying to push herself away from this big black slit that was smothering her, in order to catch her breath and breathe. “The mistress then exploded in her mouth, and all over her face it was an incredible amount of cum! Adanna had never seen, much less felt anyone cum like this, it was more like a large male animal that had shot its gigantic pent up unused load! Her face was covered with this thick, yellow goo like substance, that she was now choking on, it was running down onto her bare white titties, and dripping off the ends of the nipples and onto her knees! Addie after choking an enormous amount of this sickening yellow cum down and trying to breath had started to very gently,and softly lick this now fully swollen and very erect enormous clit when the mistress climaxed again while forcing Addie’s head and lips tightly to her clit! This time was with even more force than the last!. Adanna was still struggling to breathe!

The head mistress had really gotten off, apparently Addie not knowing quite what to do, had with her inept aggressive tenderness done something that along with Addie’s uncontrolled orgasm, this was something the mistress had never before experienced!. As the head mistress recovered, and her breathing returned she realized that Addie’s hands were not behind her back!, she quickly jerked her up by her hands, and almost dragged her across the room, and through a small door that had at first looked like part of the wall, and into what looked like some sort of a slave dungeon that replicated a number of those devices that Addie had seen pictures of in the attic trunk!

She at first was terrified, when the head mistress pulled her over to the closest one, forcefully bending her over, and started locking first her neck followed by her wrists and then her ankles in individual stocks! . Addie was now emobile, and spread wide with her bare girlish young bottom sticking out, and her full youthful breasts hanging straight down. There was no way that she could even move much less get loose!.
The head mistress took three pieces of heavy lacing cord showing them first to Addie who’s eyes were now “wide with fear”, taking her time, she made loops in each, with a small slip knot at one end, and attached the first two around Addie’s perky pink nipples pulling them very tight pooching her nipples out, and then hooked them down to very strong rubber cords, the results were when she let go that they were instantly stretched straight down and pulled painfully taunt!. With Addie bent over, and her wet cunt barely open, slightly dripping with anticipation the head mistress then got down on her knees behind her, and looped the third open cord around Addie’s pea shaped but swelling clitoris, and at the same time gave it a really good wet sucking! This was followed by lassoing her clit, with the slip knot, and pulling it tight as she let loose with her lips, thus making it look just like a small swollen little rosebud. The feeling for Addie was erotic, but was also perversely painful. This cord was then hooked to another strong rubber cord that instantly stretched and pulled her clit down as she let go, making it just as taunt as her nipples. Addie could feel the mistress’s very hot breath next to her open cunt, and clit, as she slowly licked the base up to, and around the cord of her almost blood red and very swollen clitoris, to the mistress it was one of the most beautiful, and sensually erotic forms of torture that one could do to these young girls tender little treasures!. It went from very soft white skin at the base, to as it stretched out and became a darker pink after the slip knot a dark blood red at the rose bud. As the mistress continued to lick the pain filled orb! For Addie the pain and pleasurable sensation was mixed and madding as she! had another incredible trembling orgasm!…

With Addie still terrified, unable to move, and her breasts and clit being painfully stretched the head mistress took out what at first looked like a “small coiled up bull whip” that was normally used for training animals, and started to playfully swat Addie’s bare bottom!.

At first it was teasing, as she took the handle of the whip that was shaped as a phallic replica and probed the opening of Adanna’s tender little cunt! Then with the the business end of the whip uncoiled she stepped back and took the full length and started popping, and snapping it closer and closer to Addie’s most tender nakedness. As it got closer, to her unprotected bare bottom, and well stretched clit Addie with a shrill, and yelping staccato voice was begging the head mistress not to hurt her! Especially in this most sensitive place, while she tried unsuccessfully to move her bare tender little bottom, and sweet pink little pussy out of the way, but the stocks and taunt cord held her helpless and firm!.

The first of several popping snaps cut into her soft pink unprotected bottom, one on each buttock. This, brought a very painful squealing as she yelped even louder when the third and forth stroke expertly cut into the bare flesh between her asshole and cunt that the last stroke landed squarely on the tip of her well stretched clit! The first strokes had her crying begging the head mistress to stop, while the last stinging one on her clit left her uncontrollably sobbing. But her young body that had endured this, now experienced a very forceful and painful orgasm that the results of which was starting to seep down the inside of her thighs. This excruciating pain, and then pleasure had left her spent, as she resigned herself, that this horrible abuse would continue? She was surprised when it did not!. The head mistress had started unhooking, first the cords on her nipples, and last the one on her clit this last stretching of her clit when released had produced a sigh of relief along with another pleasurable orgasm!.

Apparently the head mistress new exactly, how and what to do in order to get the most out of this sadistic type of whipping torture, doing only what was needed. to produce the desired effect. With Addie now released, and trying to compose herself the mistress with almost genuine concern helped Addie over to a small padded table, laying her down, spreading her legs, and immediately burying her face in the sweetness of the young girls well abused bare little muff, that was still very sore and wet from her last orgasm!.

The head mistress was a master at this gorging herself on Addie’s helplessness, the stinging little bite marks had now been transformed into very sensuous, and erotic feelings that resulted in another of the longest, and most pleasurable orgasms that Addie had ever experienced. The head mistress let her lay there, and savor this last orgasm for some time, before helping her up and taking her hand in almost a motherly way as she was lead back into the other room with the door closing behind them. The mistress then told her quite abruptly to clean up get dressed, and get out, saying that half of the demerits would be removed!.

Continued in Part 8

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The naughty teacher enjoys her new powers!

The Futa’s Mind-Controlling Panties

Chapter Sixteen: Futa-Teacher’s Mind-Controlling Lesson

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2020

Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this!

Verónica Escamilla

I ripped my cock out of Shawna’s tight pussy. My futa-cum bubbled out and matted the black curls. The former virgin whimpered. I had cum, but she hadn’t. Neither had Terra or Wendy, the other two girls I had just deflowered.

The joy of popping all three cherries one after the other had been too much for my new cock. I might be a mature and sexy Latina professor, but this was my first time having a dick. You couldn’t blame me for popping off fast the first time.

But this dick had stamina. I was still hard. My new girl-balls brimmed with more of that white seed that leaked out of Shawna’s pussy. The Black girl moaned, her plump booty jiggling as she wiggled, clearly aching for me to be back in her.

But so where Terra and Wendy.

“Please, please,” moaned Wendy. She clenched her flat ass. She had a White girl’s butt, not a curvy Latina ass like I had, or a bubbly, Black booty like Shawna did. Even Terra had a peachier ass than Wendy.

But the girl was still cute.

“I need your cock back in me, Ms. Escamilla,” she continued, her dark-brown hair spilling about her face.

“Yes!” Terra moaned. The brunette schoolgirl stared at me, her face flushed. “I need to cum! Please fuck me!”

My entire class was under my spell. Ever since I put on those panties that the amazing Chloe Quick, my eighteen-year-old student, had given me, my students had been so eager to obey me. Not only had those satin delights given me my futa-cock, but it also let me control my students. If I told them to jump, they’d just ask how high.

The rest of the class was having an orgy behind me. Girls and guys were moaning as they fucked each other. The two biggest sluts in the classroom, Greta and Nancy, were fucking the four guys who were virgins, one cock per hole. They were getting drilled in the ass and pussy by the eager guys.

Who surprisingly were lasting longer than I had. Maybe masturbating their cocks for years had given them an edge.

“Mmm, you girls are going to cum hard on my dick,” I moaned as I stepped up to Terra’s brown-furred muff. I had enjoyed deflowering her. My first cherry. My first pussy. My first White girl. She made me shiver as I stared at her.

I brought my brown cock to her bush. I dripped with Shawna’s pussy cream. I rammed to the hilt in her. That juicy, tight, deflowered cunt wrapped around me. I reveled in teenage snatch massaging my dick. My balls swung into her bush.

My large tits heaved. I groaned, pussy juices running down my thighs from my orgasm. I came with both. Cock and cunt went wild when I had my orgasm. I smiled as I thrust away at her pussy, the pleasure melting down my girl-dick to my snatch.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she moaned. “Oh, Ms. Escamilla. That’s amazing. That’s so awesome.”

“Uh-huh!” I moaned, the ache building at the tip of my cock. But not as fast as that first time. I could have stamina.

Wendy and Shawna squirmed beside me. They were both whimpering, rubbing their naked tits into my desk while the moans of the orgy behind me spilled around us. It was so hot to hear girls gasping and guys grunting.

I slammed hard into Terra’s cunt. My crotch smacked her pale ass. Her peachy rump jiggled with the impact. Her twat squeezed down around me. She gripped my cock, clearly reveling in it. My tits heaved and bounced.

But I couldn’t just fuck her. All three of my deflowered virgins needed to cum.

I ripped my cock out of her cunt, side-stepped to Wendy, and rammed my cock into her pussy. I buried to the hilt in the dark-haired girl. She gasped, her back arching. She whimpered as my girl-cock plundered her wonderful twat.

“No!” moaned Terra.

“Yes!” gasped Wendy.

“Ms. Escamilla!” whimpered Shawna.

I smiled at her as I plowed into Wendy’s delicious cunt. I buried over and over into her. I reveled in every last second of fucking her hard. I buried deep into her snatch. I soaked in the bliss of her snatch squeezing around me.

Even though she had a flat ass, her butt-cheeks still jiggled from the hard force of my thrusts. My balls smacked into her bush, her curly hairs teasing my sensitive nuts. I shuddered, loving the feel of her twat around my cock.

But Shawna’s dripping cunt awaited me.

I licked my lips, my pussy on fire. Then I ripped out of Wendy, sidestepped to the right, and plowed into Shawna’s cunt. I buried to the hilt in her. I plunged every inch of my Latina-cock into her juicy twat. Her Black booty jiggled.

“Oh, fuck, yes!” she moaned.

“Mmm, enjoy!” I panted. “I have to get back to the other two.”

“Yes, yes, get back to us!” moaned Terra, her fingers frigging her pussy. She worked her digits in and out of her twat as I fucked Shawna hard.

My dick loved every stroke into her pussy. Wendy whimpered beside us, wiggling her hips. She watched my big tits heaving as I plowed the Black girl’s hot cunt with powerful strokes. I shuddered, my orgasms swelling in my nuts. At the tip of my dick.

But I didn’t have to cum yet.

I ripped out of Shawna’s cunt and side-stepped left. I should have kept going past Wendy, but her juicy pussy was right there. I buried into her, sliding my cock, smeared in some of my own jizz, into the cutie’s twat.

“Yes!” she moaned, her pussy squeezing down around me. “Oh, Ms. Escamilla.”

“Ooh, I want that cock back in me, Ms. Escamilla!” moaned Terra, frigging away at her cunt.

“You’ll get it,” I moaned, pumping away at Wendy.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she gasped, her voice so throaty.

I fucked her for a few more plunges, then I was sidestepping left. Terra ripped her fingers out of the way just in time for me to ram into her cunt. I buried to the hilt in her with ease. My balls smacked into her bush.

She gasped out in bliss as I hammered her twat. I fucked her hard and fast. My tits heaved as I buried into her again and again. I loved this. I savored every hard plunge into her cunt. Every last thrust into that tight twat.

My pussy clenched. My cream ran down my thighs. It was incredible. My tits bounced and heaved. They smacked together as I reamed into the girl’s tight cunt. Then I ripped out of her. Once again, I meant to pass Wendy, but…

“Ms. Escamilla!” Wendy gasped as I buried into her.

I fucked her hard and fast, stirring up her twat. Terra masturbated her cunt again. Shawna did the same, cum dripping down her wrist. I shuddered, my tits heaving as I plowed into Wendy. A few good, hard strokes to keep her pussy primed.

Then I ripped out of her and I was back to Shawna. Her fingers cleared her pussy moments before my dick reamed into her cunt. She sucked on them. She moaned around her digits as I fucked her hard. My crotch spanked her ebony booty. Those butt-cheeks rippled.

More and more pussy cream ran down my thighs. The ache swelled in my balls. The pressure brewed. I had so much cum in them, but this time I wouldn’t erupt until I had pleasured all my students. They deserved it.

“Ms. Escamilla!” groaned Shawna as I ripped out of her cunt. “I was so close.”

“Sorry!” I moaned and then rammed into Wendy’s twat. “¡Hijo de perra!”

I reveled in her hot cunt for those few thrusts. She moaned and gasped, squirming on the table as I enjoyed that tight pussy around my cock. It was almost torment to have to pull out of her, but Terra needed me. She frigged her pussy so hard.

I tore out of Wendy’s cunt, shuffled left, and rammed forward.

Terra didn’t get her fingers out of her cunt in time. I plunged into her pussy with her digits still in her. I felt her knuckles on the head of my cock. My balls smacked into the back of her hand. She whimpered and ripped her fingers out, sliding them along my shaft.

“Ms. Escamilla!” she howled, her back arching. Butt-cheeks rippled from the impact of my strokes. “Yes, yes, yes!”

“Ooh, that’s so good,” I moaned. “¡Mierda!”

I enjoyed her for two more strokes, then I was back to Wendy. I slammed into her pussy. She groaned. Her snatch clenched around my girl-dick as I buried into her. Then she whimpered as I drew back through her tight sheath.

Her cunt went wild.

“Ms. Escamilla, yes!”

As I slammed back into her pussy, I realized I’d made her cum. I reveled in feeling the first pussy to ever spasm around my cock. It was no surprise it was Wendy who came first. She got reamed hard. Fast.

I buried into her and just savored her young pussy writhing around my dick. I groaned, the pleasure rushing through me. This was amazing. That wonderful ecstasy flooded through every bit of my body, my twat clenching. That ache to erupt building and building.

“This is awesome!” the deflowered schoolgirl moaned. “Ms. Escamilla.”

“¡Hijo de perra! It is! Ooh, Wendy, you are making my dick throb.”

“I’ll make your dick throb,” Shawna moaned, frigging her cunt right by me. “I need it so bad. Just ram that cock in me.”

I ripped my cock out of Wendy’s pussy. I panted, my cunt on fire. I wanted to cum so hard. My pussy dripped juices that ran down my thighs. I whimpered, as I sidestepped to Shawna and rammed to the hilt in her cunt.

“Wendy!” I panted, “go join the orgy.”

“Yes, Ms. Escamilla.” The girl stood up and ran back there. “Who wants to eat my pussy and fuck me?”

“Yum!” a girl shouted. Was that Jill? “Let me eat you out!”

“Sure!” Wendy gasped.

“Oh, fuck, yes!” a guy groaned.

I shuddered as I pumped away at Shawna’s pussy, loving the fact that Wendy and Jill were going to have lesbian sex now. I pumped away hard and fast. I slammed into Shawna’s cunt, churning her twat up.

Terra scooted closer and closer. Then she was right beside Shawna. She frigged her pussy, watching. The two girls’ heads were so close together. They drifted closer… Closer… Then they kissed. Vanilla Terra and chocolate Shawna came together.

My dick almost erupted.

“¡Follame!” I cried out and ripped my girl-dick out of Shawna’s cunt before I blew my load.

The pair’s tongues danced together. They kissed with such wild passion, their lips melted together. It was such a rush to watch. I licked my lips as I scooted down to plunged my cock into Terra’s pussy. Her fingers got clear.

I rammed into her tight pussy.

That barely legal cunt squeezed around me. I reveled in that hot, tight sheath. I sank in her. She squealed into her kiss with Shawna. I buried to the hilt in her, my class gasping and moaning in the background.

My breasts heaved as I pumped away at Terra’s cunt. My balls smacked into her clit while my urge to cum was rising and rising. I wanted to spurt my jizz into her. Just flood her juicy snatch with all my passion.

“¡Mierda!” I howled and ripped clear.

I sidestepped over and plunged my dick back into Shawna’s cunt. She shuddered, her pussy clenching around me. That warm, hot sheath felt so inviting around my dick. I buried into her, balls smacking into her bush, my tits heaving. Then I drew back.

Shawna broke the kiss to gasp, “Yes, Ms. Escamilla! Churn my cunt up!”

“Churn her up!” whimpered Terra, her body shuddering. Her fingers rubbed at her juicy cunt.

“I’m going to cum!” The Black girl clenched her cunt around me.

“Do it!”

As I slammed into her, I shuddered as I felt my second girl’s pussy going wild around my dick today. I trembled as I pumped away at her hungry, sucking twat. She wanted another load of my girl-cum pumping into her.

I wanted to give it to her, but…

Terra.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Shawna moaned, her cunt clenching down around me.

I fought off that urge to cum in her. I savored her flesh convulsing around me for one final plunge then, my balls aching, I yanked my cock out of her. Juices dripped from my tip. I whimpered, my pussy on fire. I shifted to the left.

Buried my girl-cock deep into Terra’s pussy.

“Ms. Escamilla!” she groaned, clenching down around me.

“¡Mierda!” I cried out, almost loosing my spunk into her twat.

I gritted my teeth as I fucked at the last deflowered pussy. I thrust deep and hard into her as Shawna panted beside me. My balls smacked into her bush. My tits smacked together. I threw back my head, my tits heaving before me.

That tight pussy grew hotter and hotter around my futa-dick pumping away at her. Terra moaned. I pounded her. My balls swung into her bush and then smacked back into my own pussy lips from the force of my thrusts. I shuddered, everything driving me over the edge.

I slammed into her.

Her cunt went wild.

My third schoolgirl pussy convulsed around my dick. I gasped and shuddered, the heat rushing through me. That hot cunt convulsed and spasmed so hard around my shaft. My futa-dick throbbed and ached as she sucked at me.

“Madre de Dios!” I howled. Came.

My jizz fired into her cunt. I pumped spurt after spurt of girl-spunk into her pussy. My cunt convulsed. Pleasure rushed through my body. Juices gushed down my thighs. My tits heaved while the rapture slammed into my mind.

“Yes, yes, yes, I love your cum firing in me!” moaned Terra.

“I know,” panted Shawna. She still lay bent over my desk. “It was amazing when she came in me.”

“She’s pumping so much jizz in me!” gasped Terra.

The bell rang. The period was over. I didn’t care. I had an open one next. “No one goes anywhere. The orgy continues!”

“Yes!” my students cheered as I pumped the last of my cum into Terra’s cunt. Who would I fuck next?

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Mildred Dean

Buzzing from the delicious blowjob Kyra had given me, I parked my car in the garage beneath our gynecologist’s office. I shuddered as I slipped out, my futa-dick throbbing and aching. I held my wet panties in my hand.

I was ready to mind-control some cuties.

“Ooh, this is going to be so much fun,” moaned Kyra as she hurried around the front of the car to reach me. She had some of my cum on her lips.

“Yes, it is,” I moaned, leaning in to kiss my friend. I loved the taste of my salty jizz.

I broke the kiss and we headed to the elevator, her dark-brown hair fluttering around her flushed face. We were here to have fun. She would be getting Nurse Deanna as her sex slave while I would be fucking the hot, Indian doctor, Radha Narang.

My futa-dick throbbed. Dr. Radha was one of the women I had fantasized about so many times. That sexy doctor. She always made me so excited to have my pelvic exam. I shuddered, my dick throbbing and aching as we rode the elevator up to the sixth floor.

We headed to Dr. Radha’s medical office, pushing open the frosted doors to step into her posh waiting area. It was empty save for the very nurse that we were coming here to mind-control sitting behind the receptionist desk.

Kyra let out a whimper of delight.

Nurse Deanna Watkins looked up from the computer where she typed. Her eyes fell on Kyra and color spotted her cheeks. I never knew Deanna was a lesbian, but Kyra had told me the nurse had made a pass at her. My best friend had been straight then, so nothing happened.

“Kyra,” the nurse said, hardly noticing me. She stood up in her pink scrubs, her short, dark-red hair swaying about her face. Her piercing, green eyes drank in the sight of my friend. “I didn’t think you had an appointment today.”

“Mmm, she’s here to make you into her pussy-licking sex slave,” I said and thrust the panties over the counter and into the nurse’s face.

Before she could react, my wet panties smeared across her features. The effects on her made me shiver. She moaned and breathed in deeply. The sounds of her sniffing at the panties had my cunt clenching and a wave of heat washing through my body.

“Oh, my god,” she moaned and breathed in again. “That’s… Oh, that’s such a delicious scent. Ooh, Mildred, I didn’t notice you. I don’t know how I missed you. You’re so fucking sexy.”

“I know,” I said. “So, you got a crush on Kyra, don’t you?”

“I always fall for the straight ones and the pillow queens.”

I knew that term. A pillow queen was a lesbian who never went down on her lovers, instead, she just let them worship her cunt. “Good news, Kyra’s now your pillow queen. You’ll eat out her cunt whenever she orders you to. You’re her sex slave. Devoted utterly to her. If she says eat my pussy, you ask, ‘How many orgasms do you want, Queen Kyra?’”

“Oh, yes,” Nurse Deanna said, nodding.

“Follow,” I said. “And Kyra, feel free to ask for those orgasms whenever you want.”

“Oh, well, sure,” Kyra said as I headed to the door to venture into the heart of the clinic.

My futa-dick ached as I saw that one of the two exam rooms had an open door. In it, the other nurse at the clinic looked to be cleaning. She was an Arab woman named Amina Qadir. She wore a hijab wrapped around her head.

“Nurse Amina,” I said, tossing my panties at her. “Catch.”

“What?” she gasped, whirling around. Her round face, framed by the flowery headscarf, widened in shock. She caught my panties out of reflex. “What? These…?” She brought them up to her nose and gave a careful sniff. She cursed something in Arabic.

Though the cursing was surprising, watching her huff my panties wasn’t. I would never get tired of women pressing my pussy-soaked underwear into their faces and breathing in deeply my naughty scent. Her breasts swelled the front of her purple scrubs. She swayed from side to side, her eyes squeezed shut.

“I need those back, Nurse Amina,” I said.

“Oh, yes,” she said, pulling them from her face. She licked her wet lips and shuddered as she headed to me. She thrust my panties at me. I took them. I glanced down at her wedding ring. I had forgotten about her.

What to do with her? “Is Dr. Radha in with a patient?”

“Yes,” Nurse Amina and Nurse Deanna said at almost the same moment.

My futa-dick throbbed.

“Okay, everyone strip.”

I included myself in this command. The nurses ripped off their scrub tops. Deanna had a pair of small tits in a cream-colored bra while Amina’s were rounder and softer, held in a lacy bra of light-gray. I unbuttoned my blouse, my futa-dick throbbing and my balls aching. I wasn’t wearing a bra, my round tits coming into view first.

Kyra had her blouse off. I smiled in delight as she reached behind her to unhook her bra. She slipped off the red straps and unveiled a pair of round breasts that were perky and delicious. I groaned at the sight of them, my futa-cock throbbing harder. Than Amina’s dusky-brown tits appeared, her nipples fat and brown.

And suckable.

Deanna had little nipples topping her small breasts. She had just the perfect amount of handfuls to play with. I watched them jiggle as she shoved down her scrub bottoms. Amina pushed hers and her panties down her thighs. A shaved pussy came into view. With her headscarf on, I had no idea she would style her pubic hair that way.

How naughty.

“Leave on the headscarf, Amina,” I said. “That makes this naughtier.”

“It does,” she said. “Ooh, Deanna, look at that.”

I glanced at Deanna. She had gotten naked. Nestled in the folds of her pussy was a silver ring piercing her clit. It shone so bright, gleaming with her juices. I shuddered, smiling. She also was shaved but had a landing strip of dark-red hair leading down to her jewelry.

“Wow,” Kyra said. She, too, had a bare twat. I groaned at the sight of her juicy pussy lips. My futa-dick was aching.

So much pussy for me to enjoy, and there was still Dr. Radha and her patient. I licked my lips when Kyra said, “Your not naked yet, Mildred. Show them your surprise.”

“Oh, you have a bulge!” gasped Amina.

“Is it a dildo?” asked Deanna.

“It’s a cock,” I said.

“No way!” she stared at me with rapt attention. “You were just in last month. How do you have a cock? You have to do hormone blockers for months, even years, before they can do the surgery. I’ve seen your chart. I’ve seen your pussy, Mildred.”

I winked at her and shoved down my skirt. I groaned as the fabric slid over my dick. Then my cock popped out. It flopped down before me. My balls swayed between my thighs, heavy with my cum. They were just aching for the fun to begin.

Both nurses’ jaws dropped.

“It’s perfect,” Deanna said, grabbing my cock. “That’s a beautiful, perfect dick. This wasn’t from surgery. How?”

“I’m a futa,” I said. “Lift up my balls and you’ll find my pussy.”

Nurse Deanna did and gasped. She rubbed at my pussy lips through my brown bush. I shuddered at her touch, my futa-dick throbbing in her stroking hand. I bit my lip, whimpering at the pleasure that shot down my shaft.

“You’re amazing,” Nurse Amina said.

“I know,” I said. “So, let’s go show the good doctor.”

Panties in hand, I whirled to the door and threw it open. Dr. Radha’s head snapped up at me. She had on the light circle on her forehead, the bright LED shining into my eyes. She was sitting on a stool between a woman’s spread open thighs. She was in stirrups getting her pelvic exam. I groaned, seeing her black, hairy bush. Her cunt was even spread open by a speculum, pink depths revealed.

“What is going on?” demanded Dr. Radha Narang. She stood up, her stool sliding back. “Why are you all naked and—”

I thrust the panties in her face. Just long enough to let her get a whiff. The Indian doctor shuddered and swayed. She fell back on her stool, the chair rolling back a foot. I turned to the panic patient who was shifting in her stirrups.

“Who the hell are you?” She gasped, wearing a hospital gown that stretched over her large breasts. She was a MILF, a wedding ring on her left hand. Her black hair spilled about her round face. I just grinned.

Tossed my panties into her face.

She gasped as they fell across her mouth and nose. Then she started deep breathing.

I turned back to face the dazed Dr. Radha. She had dark-red skin and black hair that fell in soft waves. Her face was gorgeous. Symmetrical and delicate with pouty lips. Her large breasts swelled out the purple blouse she wore, her doctor’s coat hanging off her shoulders.

She blinked and stared at my cock. “Mildred Dean? And is that…? You have…?”

“A dick,” I finished. “Why don’t you suck on it. Give it an oral exam. I know it’s outside your specialty, but you’ll do fine.”

“Yes,” the gynecologist moaned. She reached out at me with hands groaned in latex gloves.

“Stop!” I gasped. “Don’t ever touch my cock with latex. Bare hands only.”

“Right!” she moaned. Just like that, she was peeling them off and tossing them with skill into a biohazard waste garbage bin. Then she grabbed my cock with both hands.

Her dark-red fingers wrapped around my pale futa-dick. The patient kept inhaling my panties while Dr. Radha leaned forward. She rubbed her lips into the crown of my cock. She smooched at it. I shuddered at that delight. My pussy clenched. Her tongue then flicked over my tit. She caressed me with a naughty sweep.

I groaned.

Her tongue dug through my slit. My pussy clenched in delight. My balls swayed. She stroked one hand down my shaft and brushed my hairless balls. She shifted over, her warm fingers gently cradling them.

“This is remarkable,” she moaned. “You have a perfect cock. How?”

“I’m amazing,” I said, winking at her.

“Yes, you are,” she breathed and then sucked the tip of my cock into her mouth. She nursed.

I moaned.

“Deanna, get on your knees and eat my pussy!” Kyra moaned, quivering in the periphery of my vision.

Deanna fell to her knees and moaned, “How many orgasms do you want, Queen Kyra?”

“Ooh, let’s not be greedy. Three.”

“Yes, Queen Kyra.”

My friend gave me a big thumbs up as the lesbian nurse leaned forward and nuzzled her head into Kyra’s shaved twat. Then my friend gasped. Her face twisted in pleasure as Deanna began pleasuring her.

I shuddered, my own pussy clenching from Dr. Radha’s delicious sucking. She nursed on my cock with passion, clearly hungry to make me cum. I shuddered, savoring every moment of this. She kneaded my balls as she nursed at me.

I stared down into her eyes, loving the sight of my gynecologist sucking on my girl-dick. She worked her lips up and down. Her tongue danced around my cock. She caressed me. Swirled around my crown.

Loved me.

“These are amazing,” the patient moaned, still sniffing the panties.

“Oh, my god, yes!” gasped Kyra. “I’m going to love being your pillow queen, slave.”

Deanna just moaned in delight, her voice muffled by my friend’s shaved twat.

Dr. Radha worshiped my cock. She brought me closer and closer to that moment of eruption. I would baste her mouth with my cum. I would pump blast after blast of jizz into her hungry mouth. The Indian doctor sucked with hunger, her lips working up and down my girl-dick.

My futa-balls tensed while my pussy fed on the hunger. Her fingers kneaded my nuts. She had such a gentle touch with her digits while she sucked with such a wild passion on my futa-cock. It was amazing. Such a contrast in techniques.

“Dr. Radha!” I moaned. “You’re going to get such a mouthful of cum. Won’t that be amazing?”

She whimpered and nodded.

“Deanna!” Kyra moaned. “Oh, wow, you’re good. Ooh, you are a lesbian. I love how you eat my pussy. You love my cunt.”

“I do, Queen Kyra!” the nurse moaned, her voice muffled by hot twat.

I smiled at my friend. She grinned back. Her hazel eyes sparkled. Round breasts jiggled as she ground her twat on Deanna’s lips. I loved the sight. It thrilled me that I could mind-control my friend into such happiness.

Such absolute joy.

Nurse Amina fingered her twat, watching us with heated eyes. I loved the sight of that married, Arab beauty rubbing herself. My dick throbbed in the doctor’s mouth as I watched the nurse plunging fingers into her twat.

Then I glanced back down at Dr. Radha. Her dark eyes stared up at me with such worship in them. She was loving my girl-dick. Her fingers massaged my nuts. I came closer and closer to that moment when I would spurt in her.

Just fire blast after blast of my spunk into her hungry mouth. I would baste her. She would choke on my girl-cum.

It would be an amazing moment of spurting my spunk down into her mouth. My pussy clenched, growing hotter and hotter with her every nursing. The married woman moaned, still in the stirrups, the speculum holding her pussy open wide. The cunt begged for a futa’s cock.

“Dr. Radha!” I groaned. “Ooh, yes, yes, you’ve almost finished your oral exam.”

She sucked hard.

I gasped, my balls twitching in her hand. My dick ached from the wild suction she gave me. I groaned, my head lolling back as she worshiped me. She gave me such wicked delight. My breasts jiggled.

Her tongue caressed my spongy crown.

I erupted.

“Dr. Radha, yes!”

My futa-cum fired into her mouth. Spurt after spurt of my jizz pumped out of my dick and into her hungry maw. She gulped it down, her dark eyes squeezing shut. She nursed on me, drawing out spurt after spurt of the cum that fired from my dick.

My cunt drank it in. This delicious heat that would have me exploding in rapture. The pleasure surged through me. I groaned, reveling in this moment. My pussy convulsed, adding those waves of delight to the rapture firing from my girl-dick.

My pussy clenched and convulsed. My twat writhed. The rapture surged around me. It was amazing. Just the best. I loved every second of it. The pleasure blazed across my thoughts. Stars danced before my eyes.

“Dr. Radha, yes!” I groaned as she sucked out the last of my cum, her fingers massaging my balls. “Thank you for that oral exam.”

She slid her mouth off my dick with a wet plop. “It was my pleasure.”

“Now, who is your patient?” I asked, staring at the MILF beauty sniffing at my panties.

“Shannon Thompson,” said Dr. Radha. “She’s here for her yearly examination. She’s in excellent reproductive health.”

“Wonderful,” I said, staring at that dilated pussy. “And I see you were examining her cunt.”

“About do to the bimanual exam when you walked in.”

“Well, I think I can conduct that with my cock, don’t you agree?”

She blinked. She knew I couldn’t do the exam with my dick, but she also couldn’t disagree with me. “You’re right. Let’s do it.”

“If you’ll guide me and insert me in the patient,” I said, shuddering. “Then Nurse Amina will strip you naked and eat out your pussy.”

“Yes, Mildred,” Nurse Amina moaned, pulling her fingers from her twat.

“Yes, yes, yes!” gasped Kyra then. She bucked. “Drink my pussy cream. Oh, yes, yes, yes!”

My friend’s round breasts heaved. She thrashed there. I smiled at her as Dr. Radha grabbed my dick. She guided me to her patient’s spread-open cunt. I watched my friend shudder through her first orgasm for a moment longer.

One down, two more to go.

It sounded like Nurse Deanna was already working on number two as my girl-dick nuzzled into Shannon’s pussy. The MILF stared at me above my panties. She shuddered, her breasts swelling the front of her hospital gown.

“Ready?” I asked her.

“Yes!” she moaned. “Examine me with your big girl-dick.”

I smiled at her. I could feel the smooth speculum on either side of my cock. It contrasted with the silky warmth of her cunt. Dr. Radha let go of my dick. I thrust forward. I buried into the open pussy, sliding to the hilt in Shannon’s married twat.

She moaned, her voice muffled by my panties. Her eyes squeezed shut. I loved the feel of her open entrance. She grew tighter the deeper inside I ventured. I stretched her out. She shuddered, her legs twitching in the stirrups.

“Let’s get you naked, Doctor,” Nurse Amina said.

I watched the delight of the white coat coming off of the doctor. Then Amina attacked the buttons of the low-cut blouse. I bit my lower lip and pumped away at the patient’s cunt. I examined her tight and juicy depths.

So far, she felt amazing.

Dr. Radha wore a gray bra underneath. It cradled her large breasts. I groaned when Nurse Amina unfastened the bra in the front. The cups sprang back and the Indian doctor’s bountiful tits spilled out into Nurse Amina’s hands.

She jerked them back.

“No, no, you like women,” I panted. “And you’re going to love eating pussy.”

“Yes, Mildred,” Amina said and grabbed those tits in her hands. “Ooh, these are so soft.”

“Yes,” the doctor said. “But I’m not naked.”

“You will be,” husked the nurse.

I shuddered and pumped away at the married woman’s twat. My examination sent such rapture flooding through me. My balls smacked into her taint. Her moans rose from her. The exam bed squeaked and groaned, rocking with the force of my thrusts.

Nurse Amina fell to her knees and tugged down the doctor’s skirt. A satiny pair of gray panties appeared. The nurse rubbed her dusky cheeks into the shiny garment. I groaned, a wave of heat rushing through me.

This was so much fun.

Kyra kept moaning, building towards her second orgasm while I pumped away at the married MILF’s juicy cunt. The nurse bit the front of the doctor’s panties. I gasped at that, watching her pull them down with her teeth.

That was wild.

A thick, black bush appeared, the curls spilling over the top of the waistband. Dr. Radha’s big and soft tits swayed. The Arabic nurse tugged those panties down lower and lower with her teeth, unveiling more and more of that silky bush.

I loved it. My dick throbbed in Shannon’s cunt. I fucked her hard and fast. I buried to the hilt in her, my balls smacking into her. My next load of cum built and built. My pussy drank in the heat. My breasts jiggled and bounced as I thrust forward.

“Ooh, Nurse Amina,” Dr. Radha moaned as she stepped out of her panties. “Eat my pussy now. Just slide that tongue into my twat.”

“Yes, Doctor,” moaned the nurse.

I shuddered as the woman buried her face into Dr. Radha’s crotch. She rubbed her face into the hot bush, sliding back and forth. I shuddered, my pussy on fire. This was so hot to watch. My pussy clenched, the heat building and building in me.

I would have such a huge orgasm. Just a hot cum in Shannon’s pussy. I loved this. Two women were moaning from the cunnilingus they received while the third groaned from my big dick reaming her cunt.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped, turning back to face the married MILF. I grabbed her tits through her gown, squeezing them. “This is so hot!”

“It is,” she moaned as I reamed into her.

I pumped my hips fast and furious. I drove that girl-cock deep into the married woman’s pussy. her silky pussy massaged me. The speculum added that exciting feeling to it. I squeezed those big boobs through the hospital gown.

I hoped Chloe was having as much fun as me with the panties I gave her. I knew she’d find someone special to enjoy them.

My fingers found Shannon’s nipples. I twisted them. She gasped, the depths of her cunt squeezing about my dick. I savored that tight grip as I buried into her snatch. She whimpered, her body shuddering as her own pleasure built.

“Oh, that’s it!” Kyra moaned, her second orgasm bursting through her. “You nasty slut. Yes, yes, yes, you’re going to make me cum again.”

“Yes, Queen Kyra!” the nurse moaned.

“Amina!” gasped Radha. “Such skill. Ooh, I wish I had you eating my cunt before. You’re a sexy bitch. Get that tongue into my twat.”

“Yes, do it!” I moaned.

“Yes, Mildred,” Amina purred, her voice muffled.

This was all so heady. My orgasm hurtled closer. I pumped away with hard and bold strokes. I needed only a few more thrusts and then I would erupt. The cum would fly out of my dick. Spurt after hot spurt of jizz just basting her cunt.

The married slut would have such a huge orgasm. I slammed into her depths, my nuts tightening. I didn’t fight it any longer. I drew back, my spongy crown drinking it in. The pleasure rushed down my cock to my pussy.

My cunt ached.

I buried into Shannon’s hot twat. Erupted.

My futa-cum fired into her snatch. My tits heaved as I basted her spread-open pussy. Pulse after pulse of rapture erupted from my dick and slammed into my mind. The pleasure burst across my thoughts. Waves of ecstasy followed, washing from my spasming cunt.

“Mildred!” gasped Shannon. “Oh, you’re flooding me. So much! Yes!”

Her pussy writhed around me. At least the deeper half. The part that was able to spasm and not held open by the speculum. The pleasure intensified as I pumped blast after blast of my cum into her. Stars danced across my vision as I reveled in this moment. This heady rush of bliss.

It was fantastic. I shuddered, my heart beating so fast in my chest. I swayed, my pussy writhing faster. Juices flooded down my thighs as I reveled in this wonderful treat in my doctor’s office. I sucked in deep breaths.

“Amina!” Dr. Radha moaned. “Oh, you skilled nurse.”

As I flooded the last spurt of jizz into the married woman’s twat, I glanced over my shoulder at Dr. Radha. She had a lovely expression on her dark-brown face. Her body trembled. Her breasts heaved as the duskier Nurse Amina drank down her cream.

“So damned good,” she moaned.

“Right?” Kyra gasped. “Oh, fuck, that’s it. I’m going to cum again, Nurse Deanna. You wonderful slut. You’re my pussy-licking slave!”

“I am!”

Kyra threw back her head and came, too. I smiled as I pulled out of the married woman’s pussy. I trembled, my cock throbbing and aching. My friend and my doctor were cumming on the nurses’ mouths, flooding them with cream.

There were four pussies in this room I hadn’t fucked yet. So many possibilities. Who should I enjoy next? Who should I have lick clean the patient? She dripped with my cum. It leaked out of her twat and dribbled to her asshole.

I could do whatever I wanted. I loved being a futa with mind-controlling panties. I could have fun while Athena did all my dirty work. She would make me money and gain me power. She would find Sasha Ford and punish the little slut for stealing one of my panties.

“Mmm, now which to fuck next?”

All of the women in the room, Shannon included, begged for my dick.

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Chloe Quick

“Chloe!”

I turned around and Stacey through herself at me. My cute girlfriend kissed me right there in the hall for everyone to see. A bunch of “oooohs” from the girls and wolf-whistles from the boys rose around us as her tongue probed into my mouth. She danced around my tongue, kissing me with such wondrous passion.

I felt so dizzy from it. This heady rush shot through me as our tongues danced. My futa-cock throbbed beneath my skirt, chubbing up so hard despite the fun I’d just had with my big sis, Bryana, in the girls’ restroom.

“Dykes!” a guy shouted.

I broke the kiss and shouted, “Yep! Stacey’s my cute, little dyke girlfriend, aren’t you?”

“Chloe!” she said, blushing brightly. “I am!” She squirmed against me. “I love my futa!”

One boy with glasses and a Dragonball Z t-shirt furrowed his glasses like he recognized that word. But how could he? It was something that the awesome Mildred invented to describe us sexy girls with big dick and balls full of spunk.

“Just an hour until we get to see Ms. Escamilla unwrap her gift,” I told Stacey, putting my arm around her shoulder.

“Yes!” my brunette lover said. Her pigtails swept over my arm, tickling my bare flesh. “Oh, it’ll be fun to have two of you to play with.”

I leaned in, “A girl-dick in your pussy and your asshole. You’re going to cum so hard.”

She quivered in delight as we headed to class. I wanted to enjoy her, but we had my least favorite class next: math with Mr. Grunberg. I headed down the hallway, passing Ms. Escamilla’s class. I glanced at her door. Through the window I glimpsed flesh.

I blinked. Had I just seen a topless girl go by? I broke from Stacey and ran to the door. I looked through the little window and gasped at what I saw.

“That naughty bitch! She opened the present early!”

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Athena Pearce

Virginia worked her asshole up and down my futa-dick. She was bent over my desk, her asshole squeezed tight about my cock. The former CEO’s secretary had skills. She knew how to love a futa-dick. I would dump so much cum in her.

It would only be another hour before the board met and confirmed that I was the new head of the company. I would be running this company and using its resources to benefit the most wonderful futa in the world.

Mildred would have everything she craved.

The phone rang on my desk. My other secretary, Minako, grabbed it. The sexy, Japanese cutie sat naked on the edge of my desk, legs crossed. She brought the phone to her lips, her dark eyes watching Virginia working that tight asshole up and down my dick.”

“Athena Pearce’s office,” she purred. She waited. “Oh, yes, thank you for returning her call. She’s very eager to find out about the house on Cedar Court that four of your trucks emptied out this morning.” Minako frowned. “That’s not good. She really needs to know where those trucks are headed.” She leaned back. “Interesting. You can’t say at all? Well, that’s not good. We would love to do business with—” She gasped. “He hung up!”

“What?” I demanded. “We need to know where those trucks are heading. Where is the office located?”

“What about the board meeting?” Minako asked.

I hesitated. I had to track down these trucks, but I also had to take control of the company. Mildred wanted both. I hesitated for a split second and then smacked Virginia on the ass. “We can make it. Get dressed right now, sluts, we have to teach a man some respect.”

“Yes, Ms. Pearce,” my two secretary sluts said together.

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The figure smiled. Delighted by all the fun.

To be continued…

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