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Clarice’s boundaries are pushed more and she questions herself and her actions after she received a warning

Clarice’s second day away part 4

We were in the car and Bob comforted me, and made sure l will never go to the club again. He added not to worry as l will not set foot back in there. But will he in the future? Nevertheless l was relieved. What is the next step? Where is he bringing me?

“I am bringing you to a club, but we will have a private suite. It will be you and me. No funny business, no other tons of other guys… unless you want to… just you and me. It is all your decision in the end. You will never, NEVER, do something that you do not want to do. And l will always be there for you, and make sure that YOU are happy.”

Those words were comforting. This day has been… odd. As much as yesterday pure ecstasy, today is a mixture of pushing the barriers and nervousness. But Bob is pushing my barriers. Although l do love him and have total confidence in him, those barriers are pushed beyond the ‘normal’ for a girl my age. Heck, a girl my age shouldn’t even have sex, and if she does, it wouldn’t be with guys my dad’s age.

“We are here.” he says, as he climbs out of the car and opens my door. We go to the main door, and l was shaking a little. He comforted me saying everything will be okay. We go in and it is dark, with barely lights. There is a guy waiting at the door. Bob goes to see him. I can see he is giving him money. Probably paying my way in because l shouldn’t be in a place with alcohol. The man guides us and we follow. I can hear soft rock music playing as l was walking.

The man unlocks a door and it’s a lounge. Beautiful couches. Mirrors. Low lighting, and a big post in the middle, to which l knew exactly why it was there. We sat and Bob orders a drink. He asks me if l want anything. I never had alcohol before. I might have a coke. Maybe with something in it? He gestures to the guy ‘just a little’.

“I come here often. This is one of my favourite getaway places. What you see here, nobody else knows about. So keep it a secret.” This gesture made me feel so much better. Even though l was young, l knew this was a strip joint. But l am actually curious at what l might see. The lounges are on the second floor, so you sort of look down to the performers. Show will start soon. Drinks arrived. I had a sip of what is a rum and coke. I chocked. Bob laughed. Although it’s strong, l liked the taste. Bob told me to slow down and take small sips, snd not chug it down. He doesn’t want me to be sick tomorrow. Then he says…

“I know you like girls. I saw you with your friend how look at each other and talk to each other. Tell me your impressions of the girls who will be on stage…” l was okay with that. Yeah l do like girls, but l only have been with Sara. The rest was tv stuff.

First girl was name Desiree. How cliché. It was a cute blonde with a small frame, and obviously fake boobs. She dances well. Face looks okay, but boobs are a turn off. Bob laughed.

Second girl was Candice (close to my name). Tall skinny redhead. Great long beautiful legs. Quite stunning. She doesn’t dance well though as she mostly stretches her long leg to make herself attractive.

Third girl was Stephanie. A nice curvy brunette. Great body. Performance was sublime. Good set of tits, real tits. The way she moves is very sexy. Very desirable. She actually made me wet.

Fourth girl was Diane (just like Quark’s wife). I mentioned that to Bob, he laughed. A curvier blonde. Dances okay, but men loved her because she was very flirty.

Fifth girl was Jessica, young looking girl, very petite (almost like me), brown curly hair. Men REALLY loved her. She mostly crawled on all fours.

Then a paused.

I turned back to Bob.

“So… do you have a favourite between those fives?”

I had to go with Stephanie. There was just ‘something’ about her. Bob heard me and took a phone from somewhere, and said “Can you send Stephanie for a little while?”

I was shocked. Will this gorgeous woman come over and spend time with us? Bob told me yes. He will pay for whatever l want and need (whatever that means).

The girl comes in wearing the smallest bikini ever. She sees me.

“Oh, will l have someone else watching me with you?” talking to Bob but looking at me.

“Actually, you are here for her, and l will be the one watching.” She was a little surprised. I was floored! What in the world should l do? “It’s an all included.” Bob adds. Once again, whatever does that means?

Bob looks at me and say “An all included is you do whatever you want and she does whatever she wants. You can both say ‘no’ at any time and you have to respect each other.”

My body was stiff, and l was super nervous. Steph told me to sit back snd relax. So l tried to do that. Steph told me l was very very beautiful and she will be glad to provide me with anything l desire. Now my mind was starting to make images.

Music started as the girl was twirling on the post in the middle of the room. Her face was stunning. She was beautiful with puffy lips and big eyes. She couldn’t be older than 25. She would crouch and get back up with her ass poking out. Then the bikini top went off, and huge breasts popped out. I was too stunned to do anything so l just looked. She would rub them together, squeeze them, pinch her nipples. Suddenly. I wanted to do that to her. Then the lower part of the bikini came off. She had a nice set of puffy lower lips. All shaved. That thing looked delicious. She would open the lips so l can get a good view of her pinkish area. Very lovely. Then her hips would trust. She was so sexy and so beautiful. I looked at Bob, he was jerking off. Is it okay to touch ourselves? I really want to touch myself, touch HER too! But l was afraid to do anything!

Then she would slide herself over me, bringing her face right next to mine. She smelled terrific! She whispered in my ear “You are gorgeous. You can touch yourself like your friend there…” but l was too stunned to do anything. So she leaned back and did some more suggestive moves. Bob stopped touching himself and just watched us. Then Steph turned around and laid her back on me. Then she grabbed my hands and brought them to her breasts. The moment my hands were there, l squeezed them like crazy and my stress was relieved. So soft snd comfy. So round. My hands were having more than enough to have fun with. She then got back up and turned around. She came really close to my face.

“What’s your name sweetheart, and how old are ya?” She smelled really good. She smelled like hot flesh.

“My niece’s name is Clarice and she just turned 18, last week.”, Bob answered.

“Oh a little fresh one…” she adds. She put a hand on my cheek, and then she puts her lips on my upper neck. The wetness in my vagina exploded. I moaned super loudly and my head jolted backwards. She continued. My hand held the one on my face, the other one on the other arm. Her lips was exploring my neck. My panties were quickly getting moist.

“I like girls too…” she adds. “… and you are exactly the type l go for.” And then we kissed. And kissed some more. I was giving in and enjoying this. Steph was making me hot. My hands went to her breasts again. And then both arms were around her as l hold her closer so our tongues could wrestle together. Then the kissing stopped and l just dove my eyes into hers. She stared back. I held her face, her hands were on the couch.

“Unzip me…” l told this lady. So she did. I exposed my breasts to her and she grabbed them. Pinched the nip too sometimes.

“Oh… such cuties…” she adds. Then her tongue worked on my nipples. I was pulling the rest off of me when she decided to help. “What do you want me to do to you?”

“Whatever you wish…”, l responded.

So she slowly spread my legs and put her head between them. Her hot breath on my wet area was an exciting delight. And once her lips touched those lips. My body went into a small convulsing orgasm.

“Wow sweetheart. It doesn’t take much to make you cum..” she says before going back into eating me out.

She spread the area open and went for more. Goodness gracious she is going to make me cum again. And she did. Minutes later l hit another orgasm. I was more or less conscious of what was going on around me. My body collapsed after this second orgasm. She looked st me while wiping her chin.

“You my dear, are making me hot.” she says.

“You should finger her, if you are lucky, you will make her squirt.” Bob adds.

“What a weird information for an uncle to know…” was her reply while looking at him. Bob explained he is not really my uncle, but a friend of my dad. She still gave him a weird look. Afterwards, she put her head again between my legs and started licking me once more. I can feel the tip of her tongue circling my clit. She glued my thighs around her head. She went deeper. This was ecstatic! My hand was in her hair, grabbing it, while l pushed my hips towards her face. As l did that, l felt fingers go in me and rubbing the insides. I could feel myself cumming again, but l did not want to come yet. I looked around. I saw Bob jerking off at our view. I signaled him to come over. He did. I pulled him closer as l held his dick, and l shoved his thing in my mouth. I was blowing him hard, but l was aggressive in response of what Stephanie was giving me. Her fingers went quicker and faster. My body was cramping up! Suddenly l had no interest in Bob, only to what is about to happen. My hips jumped in the air as my legs were extended. Steph readjusted and continued. This is going to be volcanic! Everything went black. All l knew is what l felt. I went into total convulsions. I could feel myself jump everywhere. I knew juices were coming out but l couldn’t see. I was trying to hold on to what l could hold on to, but no success. I rolled off the couch and hit the floor. I was on my stomach. I felt my ass jumping up and down. I felt my legs vibrating. Am l even breathing? My body was finally starting to come down. I could feel more juices coming out of me. I was finally catching my breath. Or should l say starting to catch my breath. I was able to see around me. Bob was all smiling. I turned my head around and saw Steph wiping herself with a towel. Face, chest, stomach… l was breathing hard still when l saw splashes of liquid everywhere. The only thing l could say was “… the mess…”

“Oh don’t worry about that,” sais Stephanie, “we have a cleaning crew for that. Damn girl… you are something else, you know. I have never seen anything like this. You came all over me.”

I was now on my back. “… sorry…”

“Oh don’t be sorry sweetheart, you are one hot chick!”

I manage to get back up and went to her. I started kissing her on the mouth. She manage to say between kisses “Normally we are not supposed to kiss, but you are my exception” then she kissed back. I had a good grab of her breast. And then l looked at her and said “now l want to be the one eating you out.”

She lied backwards, looked at me, and said “Girl, l would be happy to give you my vagina.” And she opened her legs for me. I dove in like an Olympic champion. Not only was her slit thick, but it was warm and smelled inviting. This is exactly where l want to be right now. I was kissing it all over. Like French kissing her privates. Then her fingers spread them apart. The aroma from the area spelled ‘l want you’. Her vagina was ten times more inviting than Sara’s. It felt like l was under a spell. My tongue traveled around the hole, then slid on the left side, then the right. Then l would close my lips on the area. Then l would stretch it apart with those same lips and let my tongue taste the elixir of this woman. Then l would bring it up to her clit, to which l would slowly discover every little areas of her pleasure zone. I could eat her for hours and be totally comfortable with it. And that’s what l wanted to do. I could hear her moan more and more.

“Sweetheart… you’re good…” she said to me. But l didn’t care. I just wanted to feed myself with the food given to me. I put my arms and hands around her beautiful strong legs. I let my hands travel her torso and body. I cupped her huge breasts. Then my hands went to her back. I could feel her hair ticking the outside on my fingers. Then the hands went downwards, caressing her lustrous hips, and finishing on her butt cheeks, that were sticking out because she was sitting down. All that while my head was still between her legs.

She held my hair and rubbed herself on my face. I let my tongue go slightly inside her. She was getting wet, and l could taste her. The area was warmer and more hot. Her taste was wonderful. I could go on for hours like this. I am loving this! I am loving being with her like this! I want to do this forever!

“Lie on your back and bring your knees up”, l tell her.

“Oh l like your dominant side…”, she replied. “So cute and innocent, but when comes the time, she knows what she want.” Yeah, and that’s you!

She obliged. I went face down into her once more. She was moaning loudly now. I took a peek at her and l could see between her breasts that her eyes were closed. Now dear, my turn to finger you. And l shove two fingers into her. I could feel her vagina gripping on them.

“Yeah baby, finger me sweetheart.” And that’s what l was doing. Her hips were starting to jump a little. I decided to go a little harder. I played her clit with my thumb, then with my tongue while still having fingers in her. Her head went back. Her pussy tightened. Then relaxed. “You just made me cum, sweetheart. I haven’t had that in a while.” That made me happy. I smiled and continued. I pushed her legs a little further back and l put my tongue around the butthole, while still fingering her. Then l tried to slid my tongue in the ass, as far as l could go. She came harder this time.

Suddenly l felt a hand on my ass and a cock sliding into me. I knew it was Bob. I crisped. But then l relaxed and continued my performance on the performer. Then she turned around and she got on all fours. I shoved my face in her ass. My tongue went for the hole again while l had a cock in me on the other end. Then l decided to put one finger in there, then two, then three. I tried for four but that was pushing it. Bob decided it was time to fuck my ass, but l could care less as my concentration was on her. She came again. Then she got up and sat on the couch while Bob was holding my hips and screwing me anally. Steph was admiring the view.

“I guess your ‘uncle’ felt left out.” she said with a laugh.

Bob was pounding my ass hard. I was rubbing my clit and had another orgasm. My moans excited him as he came in me also. Then l just collapsed on the floor as he sat on the other end of the couch. Both him and Stephanie were admiring me. I turned myself on my back and looked at them. Bob asked “is there anything else you want, Clarice?”

Then Steph suggested the following to me. “How about some cuddles just you and l.” That was a great suggestion as l wanted to be close to the woman who made me feel do much. So l agreed.

Bob was sure l was good with it, and then got dressed and said that he will be in the lobby. Once done, Steph will go downstairs and tell him she is out and he can come back up. We all agreed. The door closed and Stephanie went to s drawer (they had drawers?) and took out a blanket, and then came over to lie down next to me. I reached for her and started making out. There was something mesmerizing about this woman that turned me on. She kissed me a little then asked me to stop for s minute to talk.

“How are you doing, Clarice? I am assuming it’s your real name. Are you in danger? Do you need any help?”

I was a little surprised by the question. She saw i, because she came back with “l mean, older guy, younger girl, sexual stuff, sex places… l just want to be sure you are okay and not caught in something you cannot get out of. Because if you do, l can help you.”

I had to reassure her that Bob was a friend of the family that l happen to fuck. There is nothing against my will (if you exclude the club earlier).

“Okay…” she replies. “You look awful young for a girl that is having this type of sexual life.” I made her swear not to say anything but l revealed to her my real age. She was not surprised.

“Listen, l started like you. Falling for an older guy, we end up being together, then he would take me places, share me with other men, and five years later, l am stripping, and also fucking on the side. And every time l see a young girl here, l always reach out.”

I did the math. If she is 21 now, she was 16 when she got caught into this? I feel sad for her now.,,

“No, l am actually 17 now. But don’t say anything. No one knows.” My jaw dropped. I wanted to cry. “Just be careful. The guy might love you and care for you, but he is also grooming you. Maybe unintentionally, but he is still doing it. Go home when you have the chance and no more getaways.”

She sounded like a mom looking out for me. Come to think of it, she sounded more like my mom than my mom. I held her close, as l love this… girl. She is also very comfy. But l knew l will never see her again after tonight.

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Clarice’s second day away part 5

Me and Bob were returning to the hotel, but the words of Steph kept coming back in my head. ‘He is unintentionally grooming you…’ and it was scary. Then l started to think. I had three strangers have sex with me today. Three guys l never met before, and never will again. I had other guys looking at me and undressing me with their eyes. I started to feel weird. But l had to get through this.

Bob gave me good sex this weekend, but it was starting to feel different as the day went by. I did not have an orgasm with him today, even though there was multiple occasions that could have happened. What l got was a few with my own personal help, and others from a girl. Now l will probably have to give myself to him again tonight, and probably tomorrow. But l will do it because now it’s what l have to do. I want to be home already.

I was thinking all of this as he was driving with one hand, and fingering me with the other. I was spread out, and even though my mind was not totally into it, my pussy thought otherwise and was dripping. That thing has a mind of its own. I accepted the idea that once we get to our room, we will get together again. So l was preparing myself for it.

In the elevator up, he slid a hand in my underwear from the back and grabbed my butt. He slid a finger between my cheeks, travelling hole to hole. My body was starting to react positively to his touch. Even though my mind is elsewhere, my body is giving me pleasure. I might as well enjoy it, l could still feel the wetness there.

“You have the most perfect ass, Clarice”, he tells me before we hear the ding that tells us we are on our floor. He pulls out his hand from my underwear and we walk out of the elevator. As we are walking down the hallway, l stopped to a door. I can hear a couple doing each other in that room. There is one deeper, rougher voice, and then there is a higher pitch, almost younger, voice. There were really going at it. If you listen closely, you could hear the bed squeak. From time to time, you could hear them talk during the act, but l couldn’t discern what were the words mentioned. I was getting turned on by this. After a while, the sounds stopped. So we walked back towards out room. Then l heard a door opened. It was that room. A young girl came out, completely nude, with a bucket, going to the ice machine. She was smaller in size and stature as l was. As she was about to close the door behind her, l could hear the guy said “fill it to the top!”, and her to respond “yeah, dad” to eventually close that door.

Bob unlocked our door and we went in. Even though what l have just witnessed and assumed was totally weird, l was strangely aroused by it. This father and daughter duo are doing each other? For how long? How did it start? I was getting myself worked up, and probably that’s what l needed because as soon as our door closed, l turned around and went for Bob’s pants. The part of me thinking slept away while the wild side of me has risen. Suddenly l was bursting with horniness. I wanted dick and l am about to get one.

I dropped to my knees and pulled the pants down. The thing peaked out. I did not even took it with my hand that my lips were already around it. I grabbed his ass and force my face in his pelvis repeatedly. It got hard in my mouth. I love when that happens. I took it out and aggressively licked the shaft from top to bottom and back. I started sucking on the balls and passing my tongue on his hairy sack while holding it with my hand. I licked it back to the tip and started blowing Bob again. He loved it! I loved it too. I was enjoying having his stiff cock between my lips and up my cheeks. He took his shirt off, and then his pants. He also undressed me while l was still kneeling on the floor. Then he picked me up and threw me on the bed like a rag doll. I barely landed that he was trying to climb between my legs already. He opened my legs up and l could feel his tip lining up with my entrance. I put my hands down there and spread my lips opened. And l told him…

“You put me in so much sexual positions and scenarios today, but you never truly had your chance with me, except for a quickie this morning. Now take me! Take me hard! I want to shiver on your cock!”

“That’s what you want?” he answers back. “That’s what you will get and what you deserve!”

He aimed his dick, shoved it hard and quickly in me. My body was in a strange mixture of pain and pleasure. He took my thighs and lifted my bum off the bed, and started pounding me hard! My little ass was getting slapped by his hips. He held me up with one hand and grab my breast, quite hard, with his other hand. He pinched my nip. I was still mixed with pleasure and pain. But l was in my ‘beast mode’. I wanted sex, l wanted to cum, l wanted to be slutty.

“Fuck me, Bob! It might take a while before you get that chance again, so fuck me hard!” And he fucked me harder. I dropped back on the bed. I spread my legs as much apart as l could. His body was on top of me. My head barely peaked out from his shoulder. He was holding my shoulders, and continued pounding me. He was moaning louder. Is he coming already? No he stopped and pulled it out. He started to put his fingers in me and fingering me rapidly. He was slowly, but surely, hitting my g spot. I could feel the intensity growing. My body was getting tighter, muscles were crisping, l started to slowly black out (I am starting to know the routine and signs), and l just let myself explode. My body was convulsing. I couldn’t see anything, nor really feel anything else than the shivering throughout my body.

When l started to snap out of my orgasm zone, l realized l was face first in the bed, and Bob was taking me from the back, in my vagina. He was on top of me and pounding me hard! In that position, he was hitting my g spot again. This time my body did not wait that long. It convulsed again, and l was screaming loudly. If this room is as sound proof as the one l heard before, they know that l am getting it good. I was still shaking when l got picked up and brought to the couch. He sat down with me on top of him. I slid him in me. I rode him and made sure my body would slap his when l go down. He grabbed my ass. Even stuck a finger in there. He played with my clit. I exploded again. I came all over his dick. His pelvis area was wet. He did not came yet.

“Fuck me more…” l tell him.

He rolls me around on the couch, and l end up on my back. He is pounding me some more. And he is going quicker and faster. That guy is going to give me another orgasm. It was a smaller one though. But one nonetheless.

He picks me up and puts me now face first into the balcony window, no drapes. Everyone who looked into our direction would see us (but l do not think anyone was looking). He is still doing me hard. At that poing l don’t think l will have another orgasm, so l just enjoy the sex. My nipples are quite erect next to the cold panel glass. He slid it out of me. I turn around and kiss him, but not a gentle kiss, but a slutty kiss, with tongues and everything.

“Go on the floor…” l ask him, which he does. I go down and suck his dick some more, l am moaning while sucking. Then l sit on it, but l turn my back to him while l ride him. He holds me by my hips and keeps pushing me down.

“Man, that ass…” he says.

He picks me up and puts me in front of our numerous mirrors. He takes the lube and says to me.

“Look at you now. You were such a sweet little gentle girl. Now look at you, having sex with older men. Look at you being so sexual…” he slid fingers in my ass, l moaned. “Look at you, taking it like a pro, like the little slut you have become…”

He continued fingering my butt while l was asking myself ‘did l become a slut that enjoys sex?’ Then something bigger went in there. He pushed his penis in my little, supposedly perfect, ass. And he was pounding me hard, and l could see it all in the reflection of the mirror. I looked like a slut. Giving myself up like that. And me l was just there, just ‘taking’ it. Bob was moaning loudly and l could feel him getting bigger in my rectum. I slid it out of me and dropped to my knees. I took the load in my face… like the slut l am. I sucked off the last few drops as my face was covered with his semen. He dropped to his knees also, trying to catch his breath.

“You… are so wild… Clarice…” The only thing l could say was thank you. I went to the bathroom to clean my face off. I looked at myself in the mirror. I think l might have a problem. I shouldn’t act like this, being all slutty and sexual. But now, can l stop myself? I mean its my decision in the end, and my life. No one can stop me. But will those urges ruin me? That’s something to think about.

I came back to the room, Bob was already sleeping. Wow… that didn’t take long. I decided l will at least try the pool before l leave. I changed, left him a note (in case he wakes up), took the room key, and went out.

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I arrived at the pool and there were just a few people there. I went in the water. I was happy to see it was warm. I did not swim, l just walked around in there with the few people in it, and the others on lounge chairs. It is quite surprising to see how many people are in the pool area so late on a Saturday evening. I was expecting to be alone.

There was another young girl in the pool. I recognized the one that came out of the room naked earlier. But she recognized me first.

“Hey, l’ve seen you on our floor. You were going into a room with a guy while l was coming out of mine…”

We chit chatted for a while. She is two years younger than me. She is here with her father who is a salesman (like Bob, imagine). They often travel together. She pointed me to the guy. He was on one of the chairs. He looked serious for some reason. The girl, Rebecca was her name, said her dad doesn’t like it when she talks to other people (maybe because others might find out your screwing your daughter). The girl was sweet but kinda shy, even though she talked to me first.

Becky, short for Rebecca, asked me about my guy. I told her he was my uncle. She believed me. Told her he too was a salesman. But this is our first time travelling together. She adds…

“I… uh… heard… you while we were coming out to go downstairs. (Pause) You know… like you heard me?”

I did not know what to answer. It was a total shock. My hand went to my mouth in disbelief.

“It’s fine. It’s nice to know that l am not the only one.”

“Only one what?”, l dared ask.

“To be with a family member…”

Am l actually having THAT conversation? What am l suppose to do or say? I thought about Stephanie who looked out for me earlier…

“Do you need help? Are you okay?” I ask her.

“There is not much l can do since mama died. I live with him now.”

I was getting uncomfortable. I glared at the father, he was still looking at us but his eyes have changed. He is not as serious but definitely looking at us. A few people left.

“Is it… weird? I mean with your dad?”

“I love my dad. I make him happy. He is happy with me…”

“But are you happy?”

“I learned to be happy”, is what she said.

“Aren’t you afraid to get pregnant?”

“Oh no, he got operated a long time ago. And now we can just enjoy it without accidents. Do you enjoy your uncle?”

“Sometimes yes, sometimes no…” and that is now the truth.

“Yeah me too. I wish he wouldn’t come so quickly…”

Please don’t ask me to get into details, l am sure l lived much more crazy things than you. A few more people left the area. Dad was now in the pool coming towards us. It was only us three.

“Hello”, he says, “how are you?”

“Dad, this is Clarice, the girl from the room we heard on the way here?” I blushed.

He was a little shocked. Said l sounded like an older woman and not a teen. I can’t believe this is what l am hearing.

“So just like Becky, you are an active little lady, right?”

I guess l am. What are you getting at?

“Yeah the guy is her uncle!” Rebecca adds. “They are like you and me!” Becky was way too excited to announce this to her father.

“Oh really… maybe we should double date and swap.” Did he just say that?!? “I am sure my little Becky could make another man happy… and then you can make another guy happy…”

“Oh really?” Becky says. “You’d let me have a special moment with someone else? And you would let Clarice have a special moment with you?”

She turns her head towards me. “Do you want to have a special moment with my daddy?” Shut up! You’re not helping!

“I don’t think my uncle would like to have a… ‘special moment’… with someone else…” hoping to defuse this situation because now my mind is mixed with repulsiveness but my body is with excitement.

The dad goes on “Then maybe it could just be you and me…” l was never hit on so directly before. His intentions are so clear l do not know what to do. I spent the whole freaking day having sex. Will this continue?

“Oh Clarice, please do my daddy! That will make him so happy!”

Then the guy untied his bathing suit and took them off and threw them to the side of the pool. “C’mon, you know you are curious. You know you want it…”

A part of me did.

Then Becky grabbed it and asked me to look. “Isn’t it pretty?” she adds. She shakes it around, even jerks it off a little.

I am thorn between running out of there, or grabbing the old man’s cock. Shit! What can l do?

I sighed. “Stupid, son of a…” and grabbed it and started to give the guy a hand job in the pool. The guy moaned.

“Daddy loves it.” He better!

It was getting hard. If l was lucky, he would come quick. But Becky had other plans. She came behind me and pulled down the bottom part of the bikini.

“Here daddy, you can put it in here.” Becky said with such innocence in her voice. The guy turned me around. Might as well let him do me at this point. I slightly bent over and held onto the side of the pool. He slid it in me. And yes, he came quickly. Becky was all joy. She kept saying l made her daddy happy. After a few minutes, l took my stuff and went to my room.

I opened the door, Bob was still sleeping.

I pug my jammies on, covered him with the blankets, turned off the lights, and went to bed.

What a crazy day today was.

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Brandon has spent a year burning in Hell. But Lucifer’s dead and he’s free to carve a new kingdom and proclaim himself God-King once more.

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

Chapter Four: The Tyrants

Notes: Thanks to b0b for Beta reading this!

Brandon Fitzsimmons – The Abyss

Fire burned my flesh.

An endless, consuming, hungry, agonizing torment consumed me.

There was only one thing I could hold onto to. I retreated into the depths of my mind to escape the never-ending ravages of my flesh. There, I clung to a single, solitary thought—one day, I would be free of Lucifer’s torment and Mark Glassner and his whore would pay.

The bastard stole everything from me. He stole my precious wife, my Desiree, from me, and transformed her into his whore. He so brainwashed her that even when I won her back, she still belonged to Mark. He stole my house. He stole my godhood. He stole my life. He robbed me of even my dignity.

And he had stolen my triumph.

I had crushed Mark beneath the heel of my foot. I had his wife’s sweet mouth wrapped around my cock as Mark watched with impotent rage. I shuddered, savoring that one memory of victory over Mark as I despoiled his whore before him.

And then Mark took it all away.

Mark had been in chains. He was beaten and broken. My prisoner. And yet he once again stole everything from me. He and his whore broke my power and dragged me before my once loving worshipers. The barrel of his slut’s rifle pressed cold against my scalp as the crowd screamed their worship to Mark and his whore.

And then he stole my life and cast me into torment.

But one day I would be free. Lucifer would not hold me forever. There had to be a way to escape these chains. There had to be a way to free my soul. I clawed my way up to godhood once. I could do it again. I would be the God-King once more. Hell would not hold me. There was no prison that could hold a determined mind.

I would find my way to freedom.

I would wreck my vengeance upon Mark Glassner and his whore. They would scream in eternal pain for a thousand years.

Even in my torment, even burning in agony, I laughed. My mad cackle joined the screams of the damned roasting around me.

One voice joined mine. Not screaming in pain. But laughing. It was a high-pitched and feminine voice.

“Yes, we will have justice!” the voice screamed and laughed. “Justice! Justice! Justice!”

Justice. I liked that word. Mark needed to pay for his crimes. I would bring justice upon him and his whore. “Justice!” I croaked. “Justice!”

Justice was just another word for vengeance.

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Wednesday, April 23rd, 2014 – The Samurai – Kyoto, Japan

I knelt naked on that tatami mat, my three concubines kneeling around me in their sheer yukatas, their pale flesh just peaking through the patter of blue flowers on white silk, their nipples round shadows. Their faces were painted white, their black hair curled and adorned with jewelry. They moved with all the grace of a geisha.

“You shall be victorious, Divine Samurai,” Orihime purred as I stood, a lovely smile on her round face. She carried my hakama, the skirt-like trousers worn by warriors, as she walked to me. She knelt, holding them so I could step in. When I did, she drew them up my legs and cinched them about my waist.

“You shall crush the Living God today,” Chisato smiled as she approached with my haidate, a padded, cloth coat worn beneath armor. I held out my arms so she could dress me. “He will not win against your superior swordsmanship.”

Of course not. I was the greatest swordsman in the world. I sold my soul to the gaijin oni Lucifer for my talent. I would reshape Japan into its martial glory once more, restoring the code of Bushido and cleanse the pollution of the Western World from our glorious land. I would be the Shogun, ruling in the Divine Emperor’s name. All who heard my words, had to obey.

Another of my three wishes.

My three concubines—Orihime, Chisato, and Hikaru—all willingly served me, bowing and pledging their love to my cause. They were chained to me. I regretted the pain I caused my mother by forcing myself upon her, but my three concubines had to be tightly bound to me. The Zimmah ritual was necessary to keep the Living Gods from stealing them away.

My cock stirred at the memory of Mother’s body beneath mine.

I banished that thought. I needed my focus. Today I dueled the Living God for the soul of Japan. He would die on my blade.

“The False God’s sword will shatter on your armor, Divine Samurai,” Hikaru proclaimed, her hips swaying as she wrapped the crimson obi about my waist and closed the haidate.

Orihime and Chisato carried over the yoroi, the iron cuirass that would protect my torso. Their skilled hands placed the back- and breastplates upon me before their hands tied the crimson cords, securing the armor to my body. My concubines slipped on the kote, the sune-ate, the koshi-ate, the sode, my horned kabuto, and my ho-ate.

I glanced in the mirror. I was a fearsome warrior in my lacquered armor. My great helm, the kabuto, and the fierce, tiger mask, the ho-ate, transformed me into a terrifying oni. I was death. I would crush the living god in the imperial palace.

Last, Orihime brought forth my katana, a crimson tiger worked on the black-lacquered bamboo sheath. She hung it from my belt and bowed before me. “You shall win great honor today, Divine Samurai.”

I flexed my hands in my gloves, my armor clinking as I moved. I strode out of the room, trailed by my three concubines. They were my cherry trees, my place of solace that I could retreat to when the burdens of my great destiny grew too great. They were my lovely shade.

The Living God waited in the courtyard. Cherry trees dropped their pink petals behind him, the wind swirling them about his golden armor. His sword was already drawn, glinting as gold as his armor. I shook my head in disgust. What man clads himself in soft, heavy gold? He would be weighed down, his armor offering no protection against my blade.

I strode forward, leaving behind my concubines to watch. Mark’s legion of concubines were behind him, dressed in slutty parodies of cop uniforms. They watched their God step forward, their bodies tense.

They feared his death. He could lose.

I smiled behind my mask. Today, Japan would be saved.

“You honor me with your presence,” I said in English, bowing low.

Mark bowed back. “It is refreshing to deal with such an honest opponent. I accept the terms of your duel.”

I straightened, slipping into my stance, my hand on my sword hilt. His eyes narrowed through the slits of his armor. The Living God was unaware of iaijutsu—the art of the fast draw. And I was a master of it. I would end this duel with a single stroke. In the span of a heartbeat, I could draw my blade and deliver a killing blow that would carve through his soft, gold armor.

Japan would be mine.

The Living Good strode forward, rising his sword to deliver a cutting below. He stepped into my reach.

I drew.

My blade rang as it slid from the sheath. The resistance of the sharp blade against the bamboo sheath added a spring-like effect, snapping my blade forward out of the sheath and moving it at incredible speeds and force.

My blade hit his armor.

And bounced off.

The force jarred my hand numb.

Mark’s sword slashed down. I recovered, retreating back, his blade catching on the edge of my sode, the plates protecting my shoulders. The gold blade parted through the steel sode like it was thin silk and hit my bare skin.

Fear curdled in my stomach. That armor wasn’t gold.

“Sorry,” the Living God said, “but I don’t play fair.”

I was the greatest swordsman in the world. I had made my Pact. And yet my skill hardly mattered if my blade could not hurt his armor.

His blade could bite through mine like it was rice paper. He wielded it with skill and strength. Despite carving through my armor, the blade never cut my skin, leaving only painful bruises. Whatever magic imbued it kept it from harming my flesh. Not that it mattered. As good as I was with my katana, I couldn’t stop every blow from landing. Especially not after his sword cut my katana in half like it was made of bamboo and not steel folded over a thousand times.

I had lost.

There was no way I could defeat him.

I knelt as my ruined armor fell of my body. I gave one last glance at my concubines. They watched with stoic poise. I knew then, even if we weren’t bound by the Zimmah ritual, they would commit suicide to join me in death. One of Mark’s bodyguard’s strode up. Mark took her sidearm and placed its barrel against my forehead.

Shame filled me.

I was not strong enough to save Japan.

The gun barked.

I was falling, falling, falling.

Into darkness.

And then into fire.

My concubines roasted with me, clinging to my body, willingly suffering the same torment that I did. They were chained to me. My cherry trees. Their love and loyalty gave me solace as we burned in Lucifer’s fire.

I held them tight.

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Brandon Fitzsimmons – The Abyss

The fire died.

My torment ended.

Hell had changed.

I knew in an instant what had happened. Lucifer had been defeated by Mark. The great Prince of Hell had lost all his powers. I was free.

Bitter gall tickled my throat. I was freed by Mark.

But that didn’t matter. I had my freedom. I stood up, looking around at my fellow damned souls. We all had made our pacts with Lucifer and he gained power through our torture. I smiled. I needed to act fast and cow as many of them as I could to my power. Many were dazed, stunned by the end of their torment.

I reacted fast, my hand lashing out and seizing a pretty woman with red hair, pulling her to me. She gasped in pain, her eyes trembling. My cock hardened as her breasts bounced. It had been a year of burning. A year of denying my pleasures.

It was time to change that.

“Please!” she shouted before I thrust my cock into her mouth.

I shuddered, savoring how warm and wet she was. I held her head and slammed my cock down her throat. “You are mine,” I hissed, battering my will into hers. “You are mine! Submit to me or I will hurt you!”

I shoved my cock deep, forcing it down her throat. She gagged, struggling to pull away. My cock throbbed in her throat. Her screams were muffled, only adding to my pleasure. I drew back my cock and slammed back down her throat, fucking her mouth, my balls smacking into her chin.

“Submit to my will or you will burn again.”

I felt her submission. She relented to me. A chain sprang between us. A rush of power flowed into me. Souls were the currency of Hell, and now I possessed one. I shaped my body, regaining the muscular physique I had received after my Pact with Molech.

My cock erupted down her throat. She sucked it down and I pulled my cock out of her lips. She panted, licking at up my salty cum. “Wh-what do you want me to do, sir?”

“God-King,” I corrected her. “I am your God-King now.”

“Wh-what do you command, God-King?” she whispered in fear. I could feel her humiliation through our bond, feeding off her emotions.

“Find me another whore,” I commanded, scanning around the room.

A man had seized a woman, throwing her to the ground, his cock throbbing hard. The woman sobbed, “Please, someone, help me! Please!” Her large breasts jiggled. Her skin was a dusky-brown, like my Desiree.

My cock stirred again.

I strode through Lucifer’s oven, the brass floor was cherry-red beneath my feet. It burned, but after roasting for a year, it felt like a mild caress. The man fell to his knees, about to rape the dusky-skinned woman.

I formed a knife by instincts, black as night. I grabbed the man’s hair from behind, yanking his head back as I reached around him. He struggled for a moment until he felt the sharp tip of my knife on the base of his cock.

“Serve me,” I commanded him, “or enjoy spending the rest of eternity as a Eunuch.”

“What?” he gasped.

“I am the God-King,” I roared. “I am the most powerful man in Hell. Serve me or I will crush you like the bug.”

“Please, don’t cut off my dick,” the man blubbered.

“Then pledge your soul to me.”

“I…I do! I will follow you, God-King. Just don’t cut off my cock! Please!”

His soul chained to mine. My power swelled. I pulled the knife away.

“Thank you, thank you,” the woman sobbed.

I pushed the man away, falling to my knees beneath the woman’s knees. Her gratitude turned to horror as she saw my cock thrusting before me. I seized one of her heavy breasts, squeezing hard as she squirmed on the ground.

“You,” I barked at the man. “Find me more women. You can have this one once I’m finished with her.”

“Sure, God-King,” the man laughed.

“Please, don’t,” moaned the woman.

“You have a choice,” I told her. “You can submit to me and be my whore. Or I can take you anyways. I really don’t care. Either way, I’m going to fuck you.”

I thrust my cock into her pussy before she could react. She cried out in pain, her voice sweet music to my ear. She tried to fight, but I was stronger than her. I pumped my cock in her pussy, shoving it deep, reveling in my control over her.

Her fingernails raked at my claws. I seized them, and pinned them over her head. My hips thrust. Her breasts shook. Tears ran from her eyes. The more she struggled, the tighter her pussy grew. I loved the hot heat.

“Your cunt feels great,” I groaned. “And you’re wet. I bet you love getting raped!”

“You’re a monster!” she moaned.

“I’m the God-King,” I laughed. “Submit to me!”

“Never!” she sobbed. “Fuck you!”

My hips thrust faster. The pleasure of her cunt wrapped around my cock shuddered through me. My balls slapped into her flesh. I groaned, working my hips harder, slamming my dick into her depths. My passion swelled.

“You are mine, whore!” I declared, thrusting out my power into her will.

She tried to fight it. But I had two souls sworn to me and she had none. Her will crumbled before me. My cock swelled. My cum erupted into her pussy as my soul chained her. The woman’s eyes widened as she became my slave.

“No, no, no!” she sobbed as I thrust into her, pumping the last bit of cum into her depths.

“You’re all mine now,” I laughed.

“God-King,” the man I first dominated said, pulling a snarling, young woman with him, her budding breasts topped by pink nipples.

She was lovely. I would keep her for my personal harem.

“You can have your reward,” I said. “This woman is yours for eternity so long as you keep serving me.”
“Thank you, God-King,” moaned the man, fell on the woman I had just fucked, and thrust his cock into her sloppy depths.

I pulled the girl to me, caressing her face. “What is your name?”

“Hannah, asshole,” she spat. “I’m not going to be one of your whores.”

I laughed in delight. “I shall enjoy breaking your spirit.” I reached out, pinching her nipple.
“God-King,” the redhead shouted, pulling a meek, busty blonde behind her. A bloody knife was in her other hand. “I found you a woman.”

The redhead held a blood knife in her hand.

I pinched Hannah’s nipple hard while I stared at the redhead’s knife. She had a fierce beauty about her. A warrior grace. The redhead pushed the blonde to her knees, standing triumphant over my next whore.

“What’s your name?” I asked the redhead.

“Milly, God-King,” she answered, then nudged the blonde. “I cut the cock off her rapist. She was more than willing to come along and serve you. Her name is Brenda.”

“I’ll serve you, God-King,” the blonde whispered. “Milly saved me on your orders. I can be…a loving woman.” She threw a look over her shoulder. It was violent in the oven. Those Lucifer tormented were fighting each other. The strongest were clawing out their own bands, tiny dictators that would challenge my rightful rule.

“Then you’re mine,” I declared, chaining Brenda’s soul. Her tits were lovely. “Brenda, Milly, prepare Hannah for me. Molest her pretty body until she begs to be my whore.”

“I won’t,” spat the young woman.

“You will,” I laughed as I strode out into the fray. I needed to capture more followers fast. I needed to be the soul that comes out on top.

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Yoshida Emi

I sprang up the moment the fires died, ready to deliver Justice.

Lucifer’s oven roared with the disoriented moans of the Demon’s victims. My head snapped about. I wished I had my notebook. I missed it dearly. I blinked in surprise. A notebook appeared in my hand. It looked just how I remembered it.

I laughed in delight. I could deliver Justice again.

A man strode up to me, naked like the rest of us, his cock thrusting hard before him. He leered at my youthful body, small breasts, and thick mat of black pubic hair. I stared at him without fear. I had faced down the strongest men of Osaka and cowed them with my Justice.

“I’m going to enjoy that tight body, cunt,” he laughed in English.

I wrote in the notebook. “Paralysis.” This was Hell. It was a place of ideas. I sensed this the moment my notebook appeared. I focused my mine with clarity of thought. My will lashed out, and I delivered Justice to my would-be rapist.

The man’s body went rigid. He collapsed like a frozen pillar, slamming down hard on the cherry-red, metallic floor. I smiled. It cost me some of my power to do that. How could I get more? Lucifer made his Pacts for a reason. He fed off our souls.

My gaze snapped about. I would need servants once again. Women who would pleasure me and gain protection from my Justice. There were other rapists and other victims. Violence abounded around me.

I strode through the carnage, my eyes searc

I found her. She was young, her eyes trembling with tears as the Black man rutted on her. She was a pale, porcelain doll beneath him. My pussy grew damp as I walked over. I scrawled quickly in my notebook. “Atrophy.”

“What the fuck!” the man shouted, his ebony skin deflating, his muscles vanishing until a scrawny man squirmed atop the pale girl.

“Get off me!” the girl yelled, pushing the weak, emaciated man off of her. “Fucking pig!”

I wrote a gain in my notebook. “Knife.”

The girl gasped as the knife flashed into being in her hand. She looked up at me, her dark eyes wide. She had a round face, and delicate cheeks framed by black hair. Her breasts were small, budding fruits.

“Deliver Justice,” I told her.

“No, no!” the scrawny Black man screamed as his victim’s knife flashed. His cock went flying, blood spurted from his groin. “Please!” he howled as she stabbed him over and over.

I stood above her, my hand stroking through her black hair as she roared and sobbed until her fury had abated. The man bled and moaned, unable to die in Hell. The girl dropped the knife, looking up at me, her face flushed.

“Who are you?” she asked.

“Your mistress,” I smiled. “You’re my pet. I gave you Justice, and now you owe me. Or…”

The woman shuddered. “I’ll serve you. You have to be better than these brutes.”

I writhed; her soul was chained to mine, shivering at the new energy.

“What is your name, pet?” I purred.

“May,” she answered.

“Please, let me serve you, too,” a woman gasped, falling to her knees. “Save me and I’m yours!”

Two man ran towards us. My pen wrote. Their hamstrings were severed and they fell in a heap on the floor. “What is your name, Pet?” I asked the woman, admiring her breasts. They were huge, creamy-olive, heaving as she breathed. The woman was a petite, Korean, her black hair short, farming an elfin face.

“Yunjin,” she moaned. “Your pet, Mistress. Just protect me.”

“Justice will always protect you,” I purred as I pulled her mouth to my sopping pussy.

“You want me to…lick you?” she gasped.

“Justice needs to be pleasured,” I purred, pulling her face into my pussy.

May gasped in shock as Yunjin’s hesitant tongue licked through my folds. I shuddered, her tongue brushing my pussy lips. It was so wonderful to feel a woman’s touch on my pussy lips again. It had been so long. I would miss my old pets, particularly Kaori, but I would find replacements.

“And you, May, my asshole needs to be pleased as well.”

“Mistress,” the young girl blanched.

I yanked on the chain binding us, compelling her to crawl to me. She fought for a moment, before surrendering to me and crawling behind me. “That’s it, pet,” I purred. “Rim my ass and please your Mistress.”

“Yes, Mistress,” the girl said, a sob escaping her lips. She would learn to enjoy her duties.

Her fingers spread my asscheeks apart. Her breath was warm as she leaned in. Her tongue was even more hesitant, swirling about my sour sphincter. I groaned, my back arching as my two pets pleasured me. Yunjin’s tongue grew more bold, working deeper into my hot pussy, stirring up my pleasure.

I moaned, my hips undulating between the pair’s hungry lips. I watched the violence around us, my pencil writing, striking down the men that tried to encroach on my pleasure. I shuddered, power surging into me.

“That’s it, my beautiful pets,” I moaned, May’s tongue pressing into my bowels, her tears wetting my asscheeks. “Keep pleasing me.

Other women drifted to me, seeking my justice, groveling at my feet, fearing the rapists. I accepted them all. The pleasure swelled inside me. A Black woman leaned down, her tongue licking at my toes, adding more sensations to the mix. A Hispanic woman’s lips latched onto my right breast, sucking hard.

“That’s it!” I groaned. “You all are my sluts! My devoted pets!”

My orgasm swelled. May’s hands squeezed down on my asscheeks. Her tongue probed deep into my bowels, stirring up hot energy. Yunjin’s fingers slipped into my pussy as her mouth latched onto my clit. I gasped, my hips bucking.

I came.

My cries echoed, mixing with the shouts of pain around us. May’s tongue danced in my bowels, stirring my pleasure to keep rolling through me, mixing with the bliss Yunjin’s tongue and fingers gave my pussy.

I gasped and moaned, my body writhing with ecstasy. I squeezed my eyes shut and savored every moment of my pet’s tongues licking my body. Bliss filled my body as my orgasm subsided. I pushed their mouths from me.

“You have pleased Justice, my pets,” I smiled. “None of you will have to be punished.”

“Th-thank you, Mistress,” May hiccuped.

“Well, well, well, you’ve collected quite the Harem of women for me,” a voice laughed.
I turned to see a muscular man striding forward, surrounded by a host of lesser men brandishing an eclectic collection of knives, a train of women chained behind them. I met the man’s gaze, a smile crossing my lips.

“You’re the God-King,” I purred.

“You’ve heard of me already?” he laughed. “I guess my reputation is growing.”

“I witnessed your moment of triumphant in Tacoma,” I answered. “You sought to bring Justice to the Living Gods.”
“And failed,” he growled.

“Yes, they stopped my Justice as well,” I purred, walking towards him. “I heard you crying out in the fire. You were the only one that had will. You inspired me to cling to Justice. I would have been driven mad by the pain without you.”

His eyes flicked down, his cock swelling to its full girth. I had never lain with a main before. I had made a man or three lick my pussy while I pissed in their mouths, but I had never met a man that had my keen need to spread Justice.

But this man had stood up against the tyranny of the Living Gods. He had come closer than any to bringing those monsters to defeat. My eyes drank in his impressive physique, his sculpted muscles. He had power. Far more than me.

“Did you hear my voice over the flames?” I purred.

“I did,” he answered, admiration in his tone. “You had strength.”

“Together, we can bring Justice to Hell. One day, the Living Gods will be brought down. This is where they will end up when they die. We could be ready. Imagine it, God-King, we could deliver such Justice upon them that would make the world weep.” I let out an orgasmic sigh, my clit throbbing as I imagined the tortures we would heap on Mark and Mary.

“You keep saying we,” he laughed.

“Of course I do,” I purred. “I’m your Queen.” I reached out, stroking his muscular chest, my hand trailing down to his hard cock. “I’ve never lain with a man before. I’ve never met one worthy of submitting to.” I reached his hard girth, stroking up his tip. “A God-King needs his queen.”

“I have a wife,” he growled.

My finger stroked his cock’s tip. “You had a wife,” I purred. “The Living God turned her into a whore, didn’t he? I can see the pain in your face. She is lost. But me…I’m here.”

He shuddered, his cock throbbing.

“Let’s unite our powers. Let us rule Hell together,” I purred, my thumb brushing his tip. “I’m so wet for you, my husband.”

Brandon, that was his real name, growled, his hand seized my hair and pulled my lips to his. I moaned into his kiss. Such passion for Justice burned inside him. His hands slid down my body, squeezing my budding tits, my perky ass, pulling me against his hard cock. I groaned, arching my hips and rubbing my body pussy into his cock.

“Am I your queen?” I asked, breaking the kiss.

“Yes,” he groaned.

I shuddered. Something changed between us. Our souls were chained together, our powers merging, mixing, and combining into a wonderful sea of Justice. I could do so much with his power, and so could he. We would rule Hell together.

“Your men may enjoy my pets. All except May and Yunjin,” I purred. “They’re mine.”

Brandon laughed as his men moved into my pets. I forced my women to submit, to rut with his men, their sexual energy feeding my God-King and me. I sank to the cooling floor of the oven, the metal hot on my back. I writhed before my husband, running my hands over my body.

My two favorites crawled to me, Yunjin’s tits dangling, May’s tears trickling down her face. “Mistress,” Yunjin moaned, her heavy tits brushing my face as her lips fastened on my right nipple.

“I’m your pet, Mistress,” May whispered, her lips descending to lick and nuzzle at my nub.

“It is time to consummate our wedding, husband,” I purred, spreading my legs wide. “Make me your God-Queen. Together we shall rule Hell!”

Brandon fell to his knees, his thick cock bobbing before him. He looked into my eyes, his brimming with passion. His strong hands stroked my thighs, spreading my legs even wider. My pussy dripped with my excitement as his cock rubbed at the entrance of my pussy.

Then he speared into me.

“Yes!” I hissed, my tight tunnel wrapping about his girth.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, slamming into me. “We’ll bring Justice to Mark and his whore!”

“Yes! Yes! Together! Fuck me! Oh, yes!”

Pleasure churned through my body. His cock hammered my pussy, my flesh clung to his shaft. My nerves burned in bliss. Every thrust of his cock added to the growing swell in my core, mixing with the delight of my two pets sucking at my nipples.

“We’re going to have only the most beautiful women serve us,” groaned Brandon. “To please us.”
“Yes!” I hissed, bucking my hips into this thrust.

Brandon laughed. “You enjoy raping women, don’t you? You want to degrade them.”

“So much,” I moaned. “We’ll degrade so many. Together! They will worship us and submit to every humiliation we give them!”

My pussy rippled about his cock. My orgasm slammed through me. I arched my back, wave after wave of joy crashing through my body. My vision swam and I screamed my bliss. My hands shoved out, finding May and Yunjin’s nipples. I pinched hard, digging my fingernails into their hard nubs.

They moaned in pain around my nipples. The vibrations fed my orgasm, prolonging my bliss as my pussy writhed about Brandon’s cock. Milking him. I wanted to feel my husband cum inside me. My legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him in tight.

“Cum in me. I want to feel a God erupt into my pussy!”

Brandon groaned, thrusting his divine cock into my divine cunt. I shuddered again, another orgasm exploding through me. I was a Goddess. A God-Queen. All in Hell would worship at my feet and accept my Justice.

My husband’s cum flooded my pussy in a hot wave.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “You are a passionate woman.”

I smiled up at him. “Let’s claim our kingdom, my husband.”

My new husband pulled out of me and helped me stand. Our soldiers surrounded us and our harem followed us as we strode through Hell to carve our kingdom out of the bodies of our enemies. We would be ready for the day Mark and Mary died.

I couldn’t wait to deliver degrading Justice to them.

To be continued…

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Lesbian Cindy is forced to live with her cruel aunt, who doesn’t believe in lesbians

When Cindy’s mother finally passed away, after a long and terrible battle with cancer, Cindy was left with little in the way of options. At eighteen years old, she’d dropped out of high school, which was boring, and stayed home with her ailing mother. Mother had not been pleased, but had little energy to fight Cindy’s decision, instead woefully lamenting that her daughter would have very little chance at success in life when she was gone.

Cindy, who had gotten by so far on her good looks, only saw other pretty girls that lived lives of ease and luxury on social media and TV. Those girls just got to look cute, and people gave them clothes, apartments, and cars. Cindy, herself, had a few thousand Instagram and TikTok followers, who delighted in seeing her dance to mindless bimbo pop or racy hip-hop. In her pictures and videos, she showed her large tits and round ass in panties and bras, kept an Amazon wishlist, and some of her followers would buy her things.

It was this simple, silly fact that made Cindy think that she’d get by just fine in life if she grew her social media following. Her life plan was to continue dancing stupidly and taking photos of herself in bikinis and small panties, so that people would supply her with free things for her mediocre efforts. Unfortunately, Cindy didn’t realize that these dreams were just that, dreams. Having such a lifestyle required hard work and patience, two qualities that Cindy had an aversion to.

What Cindy did not have an aversion to was pretty girls, because Cindy was a lesbian. Cindy loved to go down on hot girls and have them go down on her. Her pussy got hot when she passionately made out with other women, and loved a good cuddle, while she giggled and groped her girlfriends. Sadly, Cindy’s life changed drastically on the day her mother was gone.

Cindy did not want to live with her Aunt Lisa and Uncle Rob. The pair of them were, in her opinion, weirdos and bigots. Since Cindy’s coming out, Aunt Lisa had refused to speak with Cindy’s mother, because Aunt Lisa did not believe in lesbians, gays, or other-gendered persons. Unfortunately for Cindy, Aunt Lisa was the sole family she had left. Given that her rise to internet stardom was only in its infancy, Cindy either had to fend for herself or ask her Aunt Lisa for a place to stay.

“I loved my sister, despite the fact that she allowed you to carry on this lesbian nonsense of yours,” Aunt Lisa said, after the funeral, “so I’m going to offer you, this once, because it’s the right thing to do, a place to stay while we sort this whole business out.”

“Really?” Cindy asked, tearfully, “Thank you, Aunt Lisa. I didn’t know what to do. I promise that I’m going to be really famous one day soon, and I’ll pay you back.”

Aunt Lisa only rolled her eyes at this and said, “We’ll talk about the arrangements later. Let’s just show some respect for now.”

***

Cindy arrived in her mother’s car, at the home of her Aunt Lisa and Uncle Rob. She had two suitcases with clothes and little else. Aunt Lisa showed her to a bedroom, and again Cindy expressed her thanks. Uncle Rob took the suitcases past Cindy’s bedroom.

“Uncle Rob, those go in here,” Cindy called.

“No, they don’t,” Uncle Rob replied, without further explanation.

“Sit down, Cindy,” Aunt Lisa commanded, “We need to have a talk about the arrangements of your stay.”

Cindy, confused, took a seat on the bed.

“You have two options,” Aunt Lisa said, “You can stay here, and you’ll follow my rules, or you can go make your own way and have your own rules. It’s your decision and no one is going to force you.”

“Um, okay. What rules?” Cindy asked.

“First, you know exactly where I stand on this lesbian business. If you stay here, you’re not going to be lesbian. Girls who only fuck girls are useless for populating God’s earth. That’s a woman’s place, not at the head of some company, or out there slutting around with other girls and keeping her pussy off limits for good men to pump babies into.”

Cindy was appalled, her jaw dropping, but Aunt Lisa was far from finished. Uncle Rob returned at this point, holding some weird leather and metal thing in his hand.

“Second, to make sure you aren’t sneaking in other girls to lick your cunt, you’re going to wear this chastity belt,” Aunt Lisa explained.

Uncle Rob presented the thing to his wife, who took it and showed it to Cindy.

“What… what is that?” Cindy cried, “I don’t want to wear that!”

“You don’t have to wear it,” Aunt Lisa said, “but if you don’t you aren’t living here.”

“But… but…” Cindy sputtered.

“That’s the rule, girl. Take it or leave it,” Aunt Lisa said with finality.

“But, I can’t! I have to do my videos to be an influencer, and I can’t wear that!” Cindy argued.

“Actually, we have some ideas about that,” Aunt Lisa countered, “and we’re going to help you with this influencer business. But you’re going to wear that belt if you stay here.”

Cindy began to sob and argued, “It isn’t fair!”

“It’s not fair that I have to take care of a girl that wants to do nothing but take trashy pictures and lick cunt,” Aunt Lisa said, “but here we are. Now, what will it be?”

Cindy looked at the belt, looked at the door, looked out the window at the wide and scary world.

“I… I guess I’ll wear it,” she said, sadly.

Aunt Lisa nodded. She produced a document for Cindy to sign.

“This is a consent form that states that your Uncle Rob and I will be managing your accounts and that you’ve chosen to abide by the terms of our living arrangements, which are spelled out in detail in this document.”

She passed the document to Cindy. It was very heavy, bound, and filled with many complicated words. Cindy flipped through it but it seemed like gibberish.

“You can read over it tonight. I don’t want you to sign anything without having the time to read it. I’ll serve dinner at 6:00. Tomorrow morning, you’ll give me your answer.”

Cindy did try to read the extensive document, but it was very boring. Instead, she spent the evening trying to find an alternative living arrangement. However, none of Cindy’s “friends” really wanted to have a homeless girl with no real plans for the future living off of them. Disheartened, Cindy signed the document the next morning, intent on making her social media career a success and getting out of her predicament as quickly as possible.

***

She handed the document over that morning and, after breakfast, Aunt Lisa and Uncle Rob took her back to her bedroom. Aunt Lisa carried the belt but handed it to Uncle Rob.

“Take off your clothes, so Uncle Rob can put on your belt,” Aunt Lisa instructed.

“What? No!” Cindy protested.

“No? You just signed the contract. This is part of it. You can break the contract, but then, since you just signed over all future earnings from your ‘career’ to Uncle Rob and I, you’ll need to find somewhere else to live and another line of work.”

“But I didn’t…” Cindy began, then stopped.

She, actually, had no idea what she had done, because she hadn’t read any of it.

“That isn’t fair!” she protested, again.

“What else isn’t fair?” Aunt Lisa asked and looked expectant.

“That… that you have to take in a girl that takes trashy pictures and… and licks cunt,” Cindy said, blushing.

Aunt Lisa nodded and said, “Now, take off the clothes and let Uncle Rob put on your belt.

Cindy dithered, then slid down her shorts, her skin flushed crimson as the two of them stared at her bare legs and panties.

“All of them,” Aunt Lisa commanded.

“But I’ll be naked,” Cindy argued.

“I have other clothes for you,” Aunt Lisa explained.

Cindy, sobbing, stripped off her top, then fumbled with her bra. She covered her tits with her arm and tried to wiggle out of her panties, too, eventually managing to get them down her legs and kick them off. Uncle Rob stepped forward with the belt and knelt, inhaling the scent of Cindy’s pussy as he invited her to step into the belt.

Cindy complied, wiping at her tears, and allowed her uncle to slide the weird thing up her legs. Cindy gasped as a little protrusion slid into her cunt. He fit it tightly about her sex and clicked a lock. Aunt Lisa took her clothes from the bed and Uncle Rob left the room.

“Now,” Aunt Lisa said, “when you have to do your business or take your shower, you’ll ask Uncle Rob to unlock your belt. If you don’t, then you can just piss yourself and then you’ll clean up your mess.”

“That’s weird!” Cindy argued.

“Being a cunt sucker is weird,” Aunt Lisa shot back, cruelly, “but it’s a weird world we live in.”

Uncle Rob returned with a top and handed it to Cindy. Cindy held it up. The top was very small.

“It won’t fit,” she complained.

“It will,” Aunt Lisa assured her.

Cindy struggled to get the top on over her tits, eventually managed it, but the top fit very tightly and painfully crushed her breasts together. The belt suddenly began to vibrate, sending a surprise wave of pleasure into Cindy’s pussy.

“What is that?” she cried.

“It’s a vibrator,” Aunt Lisa explained.

Cindy tugged at the belt, the lock, and then she dropped to her knees and screeched as the vibrations turned to a horrible jolt of electric pain and she began to cry.

“You shouldn’t try to take it off or mess with the lock,” Aunt Lisa explained, “or it will zap you.”

“Why?” Cindy cried.

“Because it’s useful,” Aunt Lisa said, and offered no further explanation.

The belt began to vibrate her twat once more and Cindy struggled back to her feet.

“Now, lay on the bed, so Uncle Rob can take your picture,” Aunt Lisa said.

“My picture? No!” Cindy argued.

“This is part of your new career, Cindy,” Aunt Lisa said, calmly, “You agreed to this. From now on, Uncle Rob and I will manage your content.”

“That’s not my content!” Cindy protested.

Aunt Lisa held up a remote and said, “We can also shock your cunt with this.”

Cindy quickly laid on the bed. Uncle Rob took a photo of her humiliated face, crushed tits, and her pussy locked in the belt.

“Now, you just watch TV for the rest of the day,” Aunt Lisa said, “I’ll call you down for lunch.”

Uncle Rob turned on the TV with a remote, which he pocketed, and Cindy’s latest horror began. The TV began to play a video of hardcore porn. The girl on the screen moaned loudly as a big man held tightly to her hips and roughly thrust his cock into her. Her melons bounced and wobbled as he fucked her.

“What is this?” Cindy asked, appalled.

“The only reason you think you’re a lesbian is because you haven’t had your pussy fucked,” Aunt Lisa said, “You’re not going to watch girls lick cunt around here.”

“I don’t want to watch porno!” Cindy protested, “It’s gross!”

“Well, this is part of your job now,” Aunt Lisa explained, and Uncle Rob took a photo of Cindy watching the porn.

“Please,” Cindy begged, “Please don’t make me watch it. I’ll… I’ll go get a job somewhere. I’ll pay you rent, just… don’t make me watch it.”

Aunt Lisa held up the remote.

“No! I’ll… I’ll watch it,” Cindy backpedaled.

“Good girl,” Aunt Lisa said, “Now, Uncle Rob is going to sit with you while you watch the movie.”

Cindy paled, looking at her uncle, but she knew better than to argue. Uncle Rob joined her on the bed, settling himself with his back to the headboard. Cindy yelped as the big man pulled her back against his chest, her ass between his spread legs. She flushed, humiliated, as she felt his hard cock. Her uncle reached around and began to grope Cindy’s tits through the top as he watched the porno with her.

“What are you doing?” Cindy yelled and shook herself free, rolling off of the bed, furious.

“He’s doing his job,” Aunt Lisa said, “Now get back there so I can get a good picture of him squeezing your tits.”

“No! That’s… that’s gross and it’s wrong!” Cindy argued.

Aunt Lisa touched the remote and Cindy crumpled, a painful jolt shocking her cunt. She cried as she crawled back onto the bed and sat back between Uncle Rob’s legs.

“Good girl,” Aunt Lisa said, and then the belt began to vibrate her pussy once more.

Uncle Rob’s big hands began to squeeze Cindy’s melons, while Aunt Lisa took a few pictures of it.

“I’m going to start working on your new content,” Aunt Lisa explained, “You just keep watching your movie with Uncle Rob. I’ll come get you for lunch.”

She left the room and Cindy continued to sob, while Uncle Rob squeezed and groped her tits, tugging on her nipples and breathing into her ear. On the screen, yet another porno girl was having a big dick repeatedly shoved into her wet and creaming snatch. The horrible belt continued vibrating Cindy’s pussy, occasionally altering its pattern and making her cunt throb. To her horror, it began to get wet.

For over two hours, Cindy watched the disgusting porno, while Uncle Rob molested her tits and whispered in her ear.

“Look at the little slut cum on that cock. She’s so good for him. Watch! She’s going to cum again.”

“She’s a real anal whore, isn’t she? Can you believe how easily she orgasms from that dick up her ass?”

“Watch his cock, Cindy. Watch it go inside her pussy. See? She’s so good. That’s what pussy is for. Pussy is for men to fuck.”

“See how much she likes sucking it? All girls want to suck on cocks, Cindy. It’s natural. Being lesbian is a lie. Lesbians are just girls that haven’t been shown how to suck and fuck cock, yet.”

Cindy stayed silent through Uncle Rob’s taunting, ashamed by the wetness in her pussy, even though she knew it was just because of the belt. She hated the way that her Uncle’s hands on her breasts only made her more aroused. With him behind her, she tried to imagine that it was one of her girlfriends, but his constant whispering in her ear dashed that fantasy away rapidly.

“Is your pussy wet, Cindy?” Uncle Rob asked, and touched it through the belt, “Is your little lesbian pussy hot and wet? You can tell me. Tell Uncle Rob that you have a wet lesbian pussy.”

Cindy did not tell him that she had a wet, lesbian pussy, but it was wet. His hands continued to explore the rest of her body as she drank in the filthy porn, touching her bare tummy, her legs, but mostly squeezing her large tits.

“Your tits are so big and firm,” he whispered, “They’re perfect for fucking. Can you just imagine a nice, fat cock sliding between these tits? I can imagine it.”

The screen showed a busty blonde teen, about Cindy’s age, and her large udders were mashed together by her hands. A man’s cock vigorously pumped between the valley of her titflesh, which he would spit into to ease his masturbation. The stupefied girl looked as though this were the most exciting thing she could imagine, as if having a cock roughly shoved between her breasts were the life she’d always dreamed of.

“Repeat after me Cindy,” Uncle Rob said, “Tits are for fucking.”

Cindy did not repeat the words. Uncle Rob showed her the remote and reiterated, “Repeat after me, Cindy.”

Cindy nodded, afraid.

“Tits are for fucking,” he said.

“Tits are for fucking,” Cindy repeated, as the man pumped his erection between the girl’s tits.

“Tits are for sucking.”

“Tits are for sucking,” Cindy said.

“Tits are for slapping.”

“Tits are for slapping,” Cindy sniffled.

“Tits are for milking.”

“Tits are… for milking,” she repeated.

“Tits are for men to grab while they fuck me.”

“Tits are… please don’t make me say that, Uncle Rob!”

“Tits are for men to grab while they fuck me,” he said again.

“Tits are for… men to grab while they… they fuck me,” she repeated and sniffled.

“Good girl,” Uncle Rob said, and clicked the remote.

The vibrator in the belt kicked up in intensity and Cindy gasped as it made her cunt spasm. She shook in his arms as he groped her tits. The pattern changed, ramping up, sending waves of intense pleasure through her locked-up cunt.

“My pussy needs cock daily,” Uncle Rob said.

“My pussy… needs… cock daily,” Cindy repeated.

“My pussy gets wet for cock.”

“My pussy gets wet for… for cock.”

“I want men to cum in my pussy.”

“I want men to… to cum… in my pussy,” Cindy repeated, then ground her teeth as the vibrator pushed her toward a reluctant orgasm.

She didn’t want to cum, not like this, not while watching porno and her uncle molesting her.

“My pussy needs to be fucked,” Uncle Rob said.

“My pussy needs… to be fucked,” Cindy repeated.

“Please fuck my pussy, Uncle Rob.”

“Please don’t, Uncle Rob, please,” Cindy begged.

Uncle Rob showed her the remote, his finger alternating between the two buttons. One of those was pain, the other was pleasure. Cindy watched his finger go between them and he asked, “Which one do you want?”

“Please… please fuck my pussy, Uncle Rob,” Cindy said.

He clicked a button and the belt went up again. Cindy’s back arched away from his body, but he held firmly to her breast with one hand and held her across her tummy with the other.

“Again,” he commanded.

“Please fuck my… pussy… Uncle Rob,” Cindy said again.

“Again,” he growled.

“Please fuck my pussy… Uncle Rob,” Cindy repeated and gripped his legs tightly as she fought the orgasm.

“Again,” he said.

Cindy repeated the words, then again, and again, and again, until she couldn’t hold back the forced pleasure anymore. She grunted and orgasmed as her uncle squeezed her tits, came violently as she watched a porn girl get railed hard by multiple men, in every hole. The girl’s cum-coated face stared out of the screen at Cindy as she asked her uncle to fuck her pussy, as he held her and made the belt force her to orgasm. Cindy jerked in his arms and sobbed, even as she came.

***

Cindy ate her lunch from a dog bowl on the floor, with the belt on a low setting, keeping her pussy reluctantly aroused. Aunt Lisa took several photos of her eating from the bowl, then more photos of her ass and pussy, locked in the cruel belt. After lunch, Cindy had to use the bathroom, but she didn’t want to ask. She shuffled about on her knees, looking up at the table, unsure of what to do with herself. Aunt Lisa looked down on her.

“Yes, Cindy? Do you need something?” she asked.

“I… I have to go,” Cindy said, blushing.

“You need to potty?” Aunt Lisa asked.

Cindy nodded.

“Ask Uncle Rob to take you potty and help you shower,” Aunt Lisa said.

Her aunt recorded Cindy, on her knees, as she asked, “Uncle Rob, may I please go potty and take a shower?”

“Of course, Cindy,” Uncle Rob said, and pulled Cindy up.

Aunt Lisa followed, and then took more photos of Cindy taking off the too-tight top, baring her tits. More photos followed, showing Uncle Rob unlocking the belt and taking it off. Uncle Rob started the shower. Yet more pictures cemented Cindy’s humiliating predicament, as her aunt captured her using the toilet. Once she was finished, she had to allow her uncle to clean her ass and cunt for her, like a child, before he put her in the shower.

Aunt Lisa took another photo, while Uncle Rob took off his clothes. He stepped into the shower with Cindy, who recoiled.

“What… what are you doing?” she shrieked, certain that he was about to rape her.

“We’re going to get clean,” Uncle Rob explained, and picked up a bar of soap.

“I can do it myself!” Cindy argued.

“I’m going to do it for you,” Uncle Rob explained, brooking no argument, “Or you can leave the house just like you are.”

Cindy looked to her aunt for help, then felt stupid. Of course, Aunt Lisa would be no help. She took a picture. Cindy deflated and, instead, began to sob as Uncle Rob lathered the soap onto her body. He stood behind her and pulled her naked body against him, running the soap over her breasts, her tummy, and then her pussy.

Cindy jerked when he put one hand on her cunt and began to clean it vigorously with his fingers, while his other hand mauled her tit. Aunt Lisa took several photos. While he “helped” Cindy to clean her pussy, he had her recite her words.

“Can you tell Aunt Lisa your special words?” he asked.

“What?” Cindy asked back, confused.

“The special words that made your pussy cum while we watched the movies,” Uncle Rob reminded her.

Cindy flushed as her uncle rubbed his soapy fingers between her slit and tugged on her nipple.

“I don’t… don’t want to say that,” she protested.

Uncle Rob painfully squeezed her nipple.

“Please fuck… my pussy… Uncle Rob,” she cried.

“Good girl,” he said, and pushed two of his large fingers into her wet fuckhole, “Your pussy is very wet, Cindy. Tell Uncle Rob what your wet pussy wants.”

“Please… fuck my pussy… Uncle Rob,” she sobbed.

Uncle Rob stroked his fingers in her cunt, rubbed her clit, the long torture from the belt having kept her wet and hot.

“Tell Uncle Rob you want to cum for him,” he growled.

“I want to cum… for you Uncle Rob,” she said.

“Good girl,” he said and continued expertly rubbing her pussy.

Having been on edge for another two hours, without being allowed to cum, Cindy orgasmed from the stimulation as Aunt Lisa took her picture.

***

The entirety of the night was taken up with further porno. Uncle Rob put Cindy back in her belt and she watched straight porn, this time incest themed, in which brothers pounded their sisters, fathers plowed their daughter’s holes, or mothers submitted to hard cockings from their sons. Uncle Rob continued to molest Cindy’s tits, bare under his hands now, while Aunt Lisa photographed her.

As she watched a long series of blowjob videos, Uncle Rob gave her new phrases to repeat.

“My mouth is for sucking cock,” Uncle Rob said.

“My mouth is for sucking cock,” Cindy repeated.

“I want men to cum in my mouth.”

“I want men to cum… in my mouth,” Cindy said.

“Please fuck my mouth, Uncle Rob.”

“Please fuck my mouth, Uncle Rob,” Cindy said, her resistance fading.

It was useless, she understood. She would have to sit here and let her uncle molest her tits and make her say dirty things, or they’d just shock her cunt.

“Please fuck my mouth, Uncle Rob,” she said again, and then again.

At dinner time, Cindy sat on her knees on the floor, with her hands held up like little paws, begging for her bowl. Aunt Lisa set it on the table.

“From now on, if you want your food, you’re going to have to take care of Uncle Rob’s hard cock for him. It’s been hard all day from you acting like a slut and teasing him.”

“I didn’t…” Cindy began and then shut her mouth.

“How you do it is up to you,” Aunt Lisa explained, “With your hand, your mouth, your cunt, or your ass. But you can’t use the same method twice in one day.”

“No!” Cindy cried, horrified, but Aunt Lisa shocked her cunt.

Cindy wailed and clutched at her locked-up pussy, but then it began to vibrate again. Uncle Rob stood up and pulled out his cock. Cindy, tearfully, stared at it, revolted.

“Hand, mouth, cunt, or ass?” Aunt Lisa asked.

Cindy, tentatively, reached out her hand and touched his cock. She’d watched dozens of girls stroking cocks today, so she understood the basic method. Still, she did not want to touch his cock, let alone jerk him off.

“I… I can’t,” Cindy said.

“Then no supper tonight,” Aunt Lisa said and took the bowl away.

Cindy, her stomach growling, allowed Uncle Rob to take her back upstairs. He got her ready for bed by removing the belt, which made Cindy very glad. She imagined that she might be able to lay in bed, without the disgusting porno, and masturbate to a fantasy of one of her girlfriend’s licking her cunt. She was wrong.

Uncle Rob instructed her to lay on the bed, nude. He took a length of soft cord from the bedside table and wrapped it around her wrists, then secured them to the headboard. Cindy sobbed but didn’t fight it. He pulled the blanket over her, resumed the porno movies, and then got into bed with her. As the porno played and the girls moaned and screamed, Uncle Rob spooned her and put his big hand on her tit.

He guided his cock between her legs and Cindy whimpered, sure that she was going to be raped now. He did not push his cock into her, though. Instead, he nestled his pulsing cockhead at the entrance to her pussy and let it rest there. He resumed groping her tits and tugging at her nipples, making them stiffen. Then, he began to slowly thrust his cock back and forth between the slit, the lips of her pussy spreading and coating its length with girl cum. The hours of stimulation from the belt had made her embarrassingly wet, allowing his penis to slip easily back and forth along her gash.

The head of his cock bumped against her clit on every thrust, sending little jolts of pleasure up her body. Her uncle held her tightly, squeezing her melons and pushing his cock between her wet lips as Cindy tried to ignore it.

“Say your words,” Uncle Rob whispered in her ear.

“Please,” Cindy begged, weakly.

“Say your words,” he said again.

Cindy sniffled and then repeated the words, “Please fuck… my pussy… Uncle Rob.”

“Good girl. Again.”

“Please fuck my pussy, Uncle Rob,” she said again.

Uncle Rob continued to massage his penis gently with her wet folds, his cock bumping her clit and his hand groping her tits.

“Keep going,” he commanded, “Until I tell you to stop.”

“Please fuck my pussy, Uncle Rob,” she said again.

Cindy repeated the words, over and over, as the girls on the TV moaned, orgasmed, and her uncle used her pussy to wet his cock. Finally, he rested his cockhead just inside the entrance to her pussy. The tight little hole slid just over the crown, and Cindy struggled weakly against the bonds. Uncle Rob raised her leg and put it over his, then began to frig her clit with one hand as he made her continued saying the words.

“Please fuck my pussy, Uncle Rob,” she hissed.

Despite the awfulness of it, the hours of stimulation and the need to cum were more than Cindy could handle. She orgasmed on his fingers, with her uncle’s jerking, flaring cockhead just inside her virgin pussy, squealing like one of the porno girls.

***

The next morning, Uncle Rob and Aunt Lisa took more photos of her using the toilet, and then of Uncle Rob “cleaning” Cindy in the shower. Cindy was put back in the belt and taken down to the kitchen. Here, Aunt Lisa had a new humiliation for her. Her aunt placed a pink collar around Cindy’s neck, complete with a small tag that said, “Candy,” in girly letters.

“What is this?” Cindy asked, appalled.

“It’s your new outfit,” Aunt Lisa explained, “Since you signed a power of attorney over to us in the paperwork, I’ve applied to have your legal name changed to Candy Kisses.”

“No!” Cindy cried, but Aunt Lisa held up the remote.

“It will take a little time to process, but in a few days, everything will be in order. From now on, you’re Candy.”

Cindy felt too tired to argue against it. It had been terribly difficult to sleep with the loud porno playing, Uncle Rob squeezing her tits, pushing his cock through her pussy lips, and rubbing her fuck button until she orgasmed. Now, the vibrator was back in her cunt and her stomach was rumbling.

“Can I please eat?” Candy asked.

“Of course,” Aunt Lisa said and put the bowl on the table, “How are you going to get Uncle Rob’s cock taken care of for him? I understand you were quite the little cocktease last night.”

Candy blushed deeper, but bit back any reply. Uncle Rob pulled his hard cock out and put it inches from her face. Candy looked at it, then reached out a hand. She didn’t want to do it, but she was so hungry. She put her hand around his warm, throbbing erection.

Slowly, she began to pull on it, feeling the skin move back and forth in her hand. Uncle Rob groaned, his cock aching from teasing himself against her pussy all night. He reached down and adjusted her grip, then Candy continued to pump his cock for him.

“Tell Uncle Rob you want him to cum for you,” Aunt Lisa instructed.

“I want you to cum for me, Uncle Rob,” Candy said.

“Good girl. Keep going,” Aunt Lisa encouraged her.

“Please cum for me Uncle Rob,” Candy said again, then thought that saying the things he liked might make it happen sooner, so she repeated her words, “Please fuck my pussy, Uncle Rob. Please fuck my mouth. My mouth is for sucking cock. My pussy is for fucking. My tits are for men to grab while they fuck me. Please cum for me, Uncle Rob.”

The previous day’s pent-up load worked to the surface and soon Rob was groaning. Aunt Lisa took the bowl of food and placed it under his cock. Candy’s eyes widened as she realized what was happening, but it was too late. Uncle Rob ejaculated into the bowl, coating her breakfast in his semen.

Candy let go of his cock, shocked, mortified, but he took over and squeezed the rest of his jizz into the bowl. Aunt Lisa placed it on the floor for her and, as Candy stared in revulsion at it, Uncle Rob placed the tip of his cock in her open mouth. A remaining drop of cum fell from it onto her tongue and she shuddered, reeled back.

“Go on,” Aunt Lisa said, taking her seat at the table.

“I… I can’t eat that!” Candy argued.

“Then you won’t eat,” Aunt Lisa said, shrugging, “But it’s not very good when it’s cold.”

Candy, hungry and desperate, looked at the semen-coated food. She looked at the two of them, but there was no help on offer. Silently, she put her mouth in the bowl and licked at it.

***

In her bedroom once more, Uncle Rob groped Candy’s tits, while the belt vibrated her twat. Aunt Lisa sat next to them with a laptop, showing Candy her new job.

“Now, it’s a work in progress, but we’ll keep making plenty of new content for it,” Lisa explained.

Her social media channels now featured banner images of her tits, and the banner text read, “The Lesbian Cockslut,” in large letters. There were “preview” photos of her on the bed, wearing the belt, with her uncle groping her tits. Another preview image displayed her uncle holding her as she orgasmed, his hand on her boob. Another showed her sitting on the toilet, while a fourth displayed her naked body in the shower, her uncle’s hand rubbing her fuckhole.

She’d gained a substantial number of followers. Aunt Lisa, then, showed her a website with the banner image, where people could buy memberships. On the homepage, a few sentences explained the site’s premise.

“My name is Candy Kisses and I’m a real lesbian. While I don’t actually like men, I understand that a woman’s place is under a man’s control, submitting to his cock, and pleasing him. I know that I’m a gender traitor, but I can’t help that my pussy gets so wet when I think about men making me service their cocks. I’m actively trying to train myself to be a good cockslut, even though I find the idea both revolting and exciting. By subscribing to this site, you’ll get a front row seat to my journey toward becoming a real lesbian cockslut.”

“Now, don’t worry,” Aunt Lisa said, “No one is going to rape you, Candy. You’re going to ask Uncle Rob to fuck your pussy, eventually, because that’s what girls do. Once you get that in your head, realize that this whole lesbian business is just some slutty fantasy, then you’ll be on the right path. One day, maybe Uncle Rob will even cum a baby into your pussy! How exciting would that be? You’ll be famous, just like you always wanted, and you can be Uncle Rob’s little lesbian breeding hole.”

Candy wanted to cry, and did in fact sniffle, but Uncle Rob turned the belt up and she began to quake and jerk in his arms. She bit her lip, her eyes rolling back into her head as the intense vibrations surged from her cunt, throughout her body. Her legs kicked as Uncle Rob tugged her nipples.

“Repeat after me, Candy,” he whispered into her ear, “Please knock me up, Uncle Rob.”

Candy groaned, her hands tightly gripping his legs, the belt holding her on the edge of an orgasm it wouldn’t quite give her, and she shook her head.

“Go on, Candy,” Aunt Lisa said, “Say the words and Uncle Rob will let your pussy cum.”

Her eyes felt as though they might vibrate out of her head. The belt had teased her cunt all morning and it was overriding everything else. She needed it. She needed to cum.

“Please… knock me up… Uncle Rob,” she said.

“Good girl,” Rob said, “Again.”

“Please… knock me up… Uncle Rob!”

Aunt Lisa took her picture, then she began to record.

“Say your words,” Uncle Rob whispered.

“Please fuck my mouth… Uncle Rob! Please fuck my Pussy, Uncle Rob! Please… knock me up… Uncle Rob!”

“Good girl,” he whispered, and turned the belt up.

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This is the fourth of six stories about messages going to the wrong person, and the result of that mistake. They are completely separate stories, and are only connected by this common theme. The story is fiction, and any resemblance to real persons or places is purely coincidental.

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2014

How could I have not known this about my Mom?! I mean, how … just how could I possibly have NOT KNOWN?? and, y’know – about my MOM!!

I was literally dumbstruck as I looked down at the opened wrapping paper and black cardboard box that were resting on my knees … or, rather, as I looked down at what was IN the box. And then, with a pounding heart and a dry mouth, I read for the third or fourth time the neat writing on the small coloured gift-tag that had been inside the box:

Darling Sandra – I’ll be back soon, wear this for me and make my day! I’ll sure COME to see you!! Happy birthday, your loving Diane xxx

With trembling fingers, I picked up the object that nestled neatly inside the box. In full view, it was even more unmistakeable: a strap-on harness with a thick ribbed black plastic dildo attached! There could be no mistaking its use, or misunderstanding the note: it was something that lesbians used to fuck each other, and the note was to my Mom from her long-time ‘best friend’. I snorted, suddenly understanding the warmth of that friendship in an entirely new way.

That took me back again to the question whirling around inside my head: how could I have not realised the true nature of their relationship? How could I have not realised that my Mom was … no, IS … a lesbian? It was not like I was a little kid any more, from whom the grown-ups could quite easily keep such a secret, avoiding questions and diverting the child onto other topics. Jesus, I was almost seventeen years old, and not exactly naive! … not exactly inexperienced, either, although (and I admitted to myself the irony of this) that was something I hadn’t exactly been telling my Mom about!

As to how I had made this astonishing discovery, which in a single moment had turned my whole world upside down and made me re-evaluate almost every memory that I had ever had – well, it was a chapter of coincidences and assumptions, but by comparison it was easy enough to understand.

My Mom and I had a lot in common – maybe too much, I thought now! There had always been just the two of us: Mom got pregnant in a completely unplanned way when she was only 18 years old, and she was not really even in a relationship with my father – he was just a boy her own age, and it happened at party when she drank a bit too much to say no. When three months later she realised she was expecting, she didn’t want to tie him down – or tie herself to him either. But neither did she want to give up her baby, and so with her parents’ support she postponed going to college, had me, took evening courses and eventually qualified as a lawyer, and then slowly built up a career. When I was six years old, we moved out of my grandparents’ house to our own apartment, nearer to the centre of town, and that’s how it has been ever since – Mom and me.

Two things that Mom and I had in common had contributed to my devastating discovery of the strap-on dildo. The first was that our birthdays were only ten days apart: hers had been just over a week ago, and mine – my seventeenth, which I was pretty excited about – was the very next day. The second thing was that we shared the same initial, although a lot of people who knew us didn’t realise that. They know Mom as Sandra, the name she’s been called from childhood, not realising that it is actually short for Alexandra – and my name is Angela; Mom chose it because she said I was a gift from the angels.

So it was that when, a few minutes after I got home from school today, this package was delivered, addressed to ‘Ms A. Benson’, I had just assumed that it was for me. It was a standard plain UPS mailing box, and when I opened it, just as expected there inside it was another box, this one carefully wrapped in shiny gift-paper with a ‘Happy Birthday’ motif. Now the pattern of the last few years has been that I keep back the family presents from my mother, grandparents, aunts and uncles (I have two of each) to open on my actual birthday, but that the other presents – from my own friends and a few of my Mom’s long-standing friends who had been regular babysitters when I was a child and who are my honorary aunties – were opened as they arrived, which spread the fun out over several days.

It just never crossed my mind that this might be a late present for Mom’s birthday which had somehow got delayed in the post – her birthday seemed ages ago, I was so fixated on anticipating mine. So, with great glee and pleasure, I ripped open the lovely shiny gift-wrap, found the black oblong cardboard box inside and eagerly opened it – to my resulting shock and dismay.

I knew at once not only what it was for, but also who it was from – and what was meant by the language of the little note that had been inside the box, resting on top of that frightening and amazing phallic plastic rod. For around ten years now, Diane has been my Mom’s best friend (well, duh!, now we know why, I thought to myself!). They had met quite early in their professional careers – actually, it was around the time that we moved out from my grandparents’ house to our own apartment; it was during one of my Mom’s first jobs, and they were both juniors at the same large law firm. No, wait a minute, Diane is a couple of years younger than Mom, and is only thirty-three – I remember now, she was interning there after finishing college, in fact they met when she was assigned to help Mom prepare a complicated case. They hit it off straight away, and though soon afterwards they both moved on to new jobs with different firms, they have stayed great friends ever since.

A thought suddenly struck me like a blow to the solar plexus, almost knocking the wind out of me. Shit! – have they been lovers all this time, all these years? Maybe they have, I thought, seeing some old memories in a strange new light – dear Lord, I think they have! It had never seemed odd to me that Mom did not have a boyfriend or even go out on dates – I was happy to be the centre of her attention (solely, I had assumed until now), and balancing a successful legal career with being a single-parent was more than enough for anyone to do. Nor had it seemed odd that Diane was resolutely single – she was ambitious, clever and hard-working, and was making a real name for herself: in fact, only about a year ago, she was made a partner at her law firm.

Thinking back now, I realised that Diane had been around a lot after they first met – she used to come to the apartment every weekend, arriving around the middle of Saturday afternoon, and then chatting with me and helping me with my homework whilst Mom did some chores and made my meal. Then, whilst Mom oversaw my bath and bedtime, Diane would cook a grown-up dinner for the two of them – cooking was one of her few relaxations, she always said (and now I know the other one, a voice inside my head remarked: lesbo fucking with my Mom!). I had always assumed that after eating they sat around chatting over a couple of glasses of wine, or maybe watched some television or a film, and that Diane left sometime mid-evening – I never heard her go, but then I would be fast asleep, so I never expected to. Now I realised that almost certainly something very different had been going on, maybe in the sitting room with the TV turned on to cover any sounds, but more probably in Mom’s bed, and probably Diane had stayed most of the night and did not leave until dawn.

Other pieces of the jigsaw suddenly fell into place – Diane had visited us less often as I got older, but quite regularly Mom would arrange a babysitter for Saturday night and tell me that she and Diane were going out for a few drinks, or maybe a movie, ‘to have a little fun’. Yeah, right, I thought sourly, I have the feeling that this ‘fun’ all took place in Diane’s bedroom, and they probably never left her apartment at all!

More recently, having become something of an authority in her particular legal specialism, Mom has been doing more consultancy work, which she can do best from home over the internet: there is more peace and quiet to concentrate here, especially with me out at high school for most of the day. So Mom usually works at home for one or two days a week, and on most of them when I come home from school Diane would be sitting with her in the kitchen having coffee, having ‘just dropped by for a while on her way home’. Mom always seemed happier and more relaxed after Diane’s visits, even sometimes quite flushed, which I had thoughtlessly put down to the pleasure of gossiping and joking with a friend – but now it dawned on me after reading Diane’s note that she probably arrived much earlier than I had assumed, and these afternoons were their regular lesbian love-making sessions.

How had I not realised any of this? Well, I guess when their affair first developed I was much too young to understand what was going on, and their ‘friendship’ was just the normal background to our life as I grew up. I had to admit, they had been careful and discrete about it – indeed, until this delayed and misdirected package had given the game away, I had had no idea at all about what was going on! One reason for that was probably the self-absorption typical of every teenager, giving little thought to what goes on around them as they struggle with the challenges of puberty and immaturity. However, during the last year I had been even more preoccupied than most teenage girls, because it was now clear that Mom and I have one more thing in common than I had hitherto suspected – one very major fundamental thing indeed!

Yep, you’ve guessed it – I’m a lesbian too! The understanding of my sexual orientation dawned on me nearly a year ago, not long after my sixteenth birthday, as I became aware that I had no interest in boys or in doing things with boys (yuk!) – or, what would be even more unpleasant, in letting them do things to me (mega-mega-yuk!!). At the same time, especially after a vivid crush on a pretty young female teacher at my school, I realised that I was developing stronger and stronger sexual feelings about girls. And I guess I really am my Mom’s daughter, because all of this focused on my sweet long-time best friend, Carrie-Anne, who to my everlasting joy and relief I had slowly discovered felt just the same kind of attraction to me. We started just fooling around physically for a while, joking and pretending that it was only girlish fun, before we accepted the truth and became lovers seven months ago, quite soon after Carrie-Anne turned sixteen (she is four months younger than me). I was staying at her house for a sleepover, but instead of staying in my sleeping bag on the air bed on her bedroom floor, we had kissed and undressed each other and then got naked into her bed, where I stayed until the dawn, as we explored each other’s budding femininity with our fingers and lips, coaxing each other to a series of powerful and drenching climaxes.

From that sweet memory, my thoughts returned with a sick lurch to my immediate problem. Glancing downwards, I realised that it was going to be impossible to pretend that the package had not been opened. Whilst I could perhaps have used some fresh paper to re-wrap the inner box, as we had some birthday paper in the house, that would not solve the real problem: in my eagerness, I had torn open the end of the outer UPS mailing box, and there was no way that this could be patched together. At the same time, I realised that my mother would be horrified and deeply embarrassed for me to have discovered her sexuality and her lesbian relationship in this way – she would get upset, and in her distress she might very well get angry with either myself or Diane, or both of us, none of which was going to make the situation any better.

This whole mess was beyond my resources to deal with – but I suddenly realised who could sort it out! I could take the package to Diane – I would have to tell her what had happened, which would be bad enough – and try to persuade her to keep this a secret, to say nothing about having posted it, and instead give it to my Mom in person next time she saw her. I also realised that Diane might be at her apartment right now, rather than at work. The reason for this was the same reason that had led to her posting my Mom’s present: Diane had been out of town for nearly three weeks, as part of the legal team on a major case being heard in Chicago, but I knew that it had finished the previous day and that she was flying back this morning. She had phoned Mom yesterday, and I had overheard part of the conversation – particularly Mom’s pleasure at hearing that Diane was returning. I had been rushing around, getting ready to go out for my netball team practice, but I now recalled that just before I left Mom was saying something like ‘no, not yet, but I’ll look out for it’, which of course had not meant anything particular to me at the time.

I sat for a minute or two longer, trying to think of any other solution, but nothing else remotely workable came to mind. I was going to have to summon up the courage and face this, for my Mom’s sake – and, I guess, for my own as well. I picked up the phone and dialled Diane’s home number, not quite sure whether I was praying for her to answer or not to answer. However, my guess turned out to be correct, and after about the fifth ring, I heard the familiar warm tones of my Mom’s best friend – and lesbian lover.

‘Oh! … mmm, hi, Diane – it’s, umm, it’s Angie … yeah … fine, thanks’, I said, the last two words coming in a purely automatic response to her enquiry. I rallied, and continued: ‘well, actually, no – not fine, err, I need to talk to you … no, I mean in person, please, if you can … yes, well, now really … yes, it is kinda urgent … thanks, great … yeah, no I’ll come right over … about fifteen minutes, yep … thanks, bye!’

Diane’s apartment was not that far away, which I had never previously considered was remarkable; in fact, it probably wasn’t – there were several good districts on this side of the city centre favoured by middle-class professional and business people, and a lot of Mom’s work colleagues lived not far away too. I put the strap-on back into its box and then slid that into the opened UPS box, gathered up the torn wrapping paper, and put it all in my backpack. Then I hurried from our building out onto the pavement and set off for Diane’s block, with a nervous flutter of butterflies in my stomach.

I had been to her apartment before, but only for about half a dozen times in total – it seemed that it was always Diane who visited us, which I suppose made sense when I was young and needed looking after, and had an early bed-time. My guess at the timing proved right, and I arrived after walking quite briskly for just over ten minutes. A press on the button for Diane’s third-floor flat was followed by her giving me a cheerful greeting, and buzzing the release for the front door of the block. I took the lift up to her floor and walked down the corridor to the door of her apartment, paused for a moment to screw up my courage, and knocked.

Almost immediately, the door opened and Diane greeted me with her usual warm smile. However, knowing what I knew now, I could not help but regard her in a completely new way – as a sexual adult woman, and an experienced mature lesbian. There was no doubt that at thirty-three years old, Diane was still attractive, very attractive. She had always kept herself trim and fit, and she always had an air of lively energy about her. Diane was an inch or so taller than me (I am five feet seven inches), with light brunette hair that fell straight in a smart but feminine cut to brush her shoulders – a contrast with the rich cascade of almost black curls that both Mom and I have down to our shoulder-blades. She was dressed in casual clothes (flip-flops, a faded blue denim mini-skirt, and a plain white short-sleeve T-shirt, under which the outline shape of a white bra could be seen) which nevertheless showed off her attractive figure: long slim legs, firm rounded ass, narrow waist and – most of all – jutting chest. Diane had always had more curves than my Mom, and her breasts were at least three bra sizes bigger; as she turned sideways in her apartment doorway to usher me inside, I couldn’t help my eyes being drawn to her ripe and alluring profile.

I followed Diane through to the sitting-room of her apartment, on the way politely declining her offer of coffee or fruit juice. Instead of sitting in the armchair that Diane gestured towards, I placed my backpack on its seat and perched my butt on its arm.

‘Well, Angie, it’s always nice to see you, honey, but what’s so urgent?’ enquired my Mom’s friend – no, I corrected myself, her lover – with a pleasant but slightly puzzled smile.

I took a deep breath, overcame a last reluctant hesitation, and drew the UPS mailing carton out of my backpack.

‘This came this afternoon and, well, I just assumed … y’know, that it was for my birthday … so, well, anyway – I opened it’, I replied, and whilst speaking I slid the neat black box out from inside the mailing carton and removed its lid, revealing the unmistakeable plastic phallus of the strap-on and the note resting on top if it.

‘Oh?’ said Diane, and then, as she registered what I was holding, her voice went up an octave: ‘OH!! Oh, heavens above, you know – oh, no! you know about us!’

Her eyes wide with dismay, Diane clapped a hand across her mouth, and sank down bonelessly onto the sofa opposite.

‘Wha … wha …what are you going to do?’ she stuttered, almost in a state of shock.

‘Mom mustn’t know’, I said; ‘I mean, she mustn’t know that I opened the present, and she mustn’t know that I know about … about you and her. It would upset her terribly for me to find out like this … I want her to tell me at her own time, when she’s ready, and not like this – so we’re gonna sort this out, you and me, and then I’ll pretend that I don’t know anything about what’s going on – been going on – between the two of you. Is that a deal?’

‘Yes …’ whispered Diane in relief, ‘yes … of course. Well, I can rewrap it, of course …’

‘Exactly!’ I said, and then added the bright idea that had come to me whilst walking to Diane’s: ‘and then you can say it went astray in the post and ended up being returned to you, here, as the sender – and then you can give it to her in person, and she’d never think that I might have seen it!’

‘Right, yes, sure’, Diane responded, clearly relieved to be offered a practical way out of our immediate dilemma, but then she looked at me again, nervously and rather shyly.

‘Are you OK?’ she asked, ‘I mean, are you OK with this … with your Mom and I being … well … lovers, being lesbians?

‘Yeah, yeah, I am … I mean, right now I’m getting still used to the idea, you know’, I reassured her.

Then I looked at the floor for a moment, before raising my eyes to look Diane boldly in the face.

‘There’s one more thing – I want you to get me one of these’, I said, gesturing at the strap-on harness and dildo in their box.

‘What?’ gasped Diane, ‘what d’you mean, you want one of these? Angie – why?’

I had crossed my Rubicon now, and there was no point in holding anything back.

‘I want it for me’, I answered, trying to speak calmly; ‘or rather, I want it for Carrie-Anne – I want to fuck her with it!’ and I added, by way of explanation: ‘all we’ve got at the moment is a shampoo bottle that’s kind of tube-shaped with a rounded end – it doesn’t work that well, and it’s nothing like the size of that monster!’

‘Ahh!’ Diane exclaimed, ‘so you’re a … I mean, you and Carrie-Anne, you’re lovers? Well, I should’ve guessed … actually, from something she said recently, I think your Mom’s started to wonder!’

‘Maybe that’s a good thing’, I responded; ‘I’ll start dropping some hints, and perhaps tell her definitely in a couple of weeks. Maybe that’ll give her a good way of telling me about her and you.’

Diane looked down at the dildo resting in the box on my knee. She swallowed, and then said:

‘OK, if that’s what you really want, I guess I can get you one of these – but, what if your Mom finds it, have you thought of that?’

I reassured her that there were several places in our apartment where I could hide it, where Mom would never go, and – as Diane still looked dubious – I added the promise that if it should be discovered before I had a chance to ‘come out’ to my Mom, I would say that I had got it by mail order, and Diane’s name would never be mentioned. She looked relieved at that, but then raised another concern. Nodding at the box on my knee, she asked:

‘Are you sure you want one exactly like this? I mean, it’s really big and long … it’s not really one for a girl … I mean, can Carrie-Anne take that?’

I had a sudden vivid mental image of my sweet girlfriend on her hands and knees on the floor, completely naked – or maybe just with that hot little cheerleader skirt of hers flipped up above her waist, her blonde pony-tail thrown back over her shoulders, her bubble-butt ass stuck out towards me, her legs spread wide enough to expose the parted glistening folds of her pussy, and of me wearing the strap-on, grasping her hips with both hands and slamming the dildo into her pussy as hard as I could, and then pumping it in and out as she shrieked in ecstasy. The mental picture gave me a sudden hot flush of arousal in my pussy, and I almost had to clamp my legs together so as not to come on the spot’.

‘Oh yeah’, I answered, a husky note in my voice: ‘she’ll take it like a bitch!’

‘Jesus!’ breathed Diane, staring at me in wonder, ‘you sounded just like Sandra then, exactly like her! That same certainty, that same determination – just like her!’

I preened with satisfaction at the comparison, unconsciously sitting a little straighter and giving a slight toss of my head and shoulders to shake my curls down my back.

‘Wow! you look just like her too’, gasped Diane, ‘I mean, you looked then just like she did when we first … when I first her. Maybe a bit younger, you look like she must have as a teen …’ She gave a little shiver, and finished: ‘… ah, that takes me right back!’

‘Yeah?’ I enquired, even more pleased, for my Mom was and is a very striking woman, and her slim figure, her stylish dress sense, and – most of all – her unmistakeable confidence and authority still turn heads wherever she goes. I was suddenly curious, and asked:

‘So, when did you and Mom … start to … do you remember?’

Diane laughed, though her eyes were still intently upon me. ‘Babe, I’ll never forget, ever! I guess it’ll soon be coming up to eleven years now … I’d been assigned as an intern to work for your Mom, and on the second day she asked me to stay on late to finish some work, and then when we were alone she put me across her desk and fucked me till I nearly fainted … no one had ever taken me like that, never before … and, well, I’ve been hers ever since!’

‘Wow – that’s so hot!’ I said, fascinated by my new understanding of my mother; ‘so it’s Mom who takes the lead, then, who’s in charge?’

‘Oh, yes!’ Diane affirmed, ‘I’ve always been bottom to her top – except just occasionally she likes it the other way round … but even then I guess she’s still calling the shots, and I love to do whatever she wants.’

Well, well, I thought, here’s yet more that Mom and I have in common – for I have always been the initiator with Carrie-Anne, right from our very first fooling around; in our relationship, she is the submissive one, and there’s no doubt that she enjoys it even more when I get all heated up and forceful and aggressive with her: she’s such a pretty femme, it brings out the real domme in me – and now I know where I get that from. Yeah, if I’d had big-boob tight-ass Diane working as my cute intern, I’d have taken the first opportunity to bang her senseless as well, and sweep her away!

The picture that Diane’s words had painted was incredibly erotic, and together with the emotional backwash of my discovery of Mom’s sex life and my anxiety over having opened her present, and then the prospect of acquiring a superb strap-on with which I could shaft my cute girlfriend, it all made for a heady and explosive mixture. I could feel almost a starburst of heat and warmth and wet lust go off between my legs. I was looking down at Diane from my perch on the side of the armchair, and found that the view was dominated by the swell of her full breasts – which was the last straw.

There was no doubt that Diane was very turned on as well. She sat on the sofa, staring breathlessly up at me with a gleam in her eyes and a sudden flush in her cheeks. An even clearer tell-tale was provided by her bust, for now her hardened nipples were sticking out like little twin peaks through the fabric of her bra and cotton T-shirt. I could actually smell a faint trace of musky scent from her pussy, which was clearly wetting her panties.

I realised that until my revelation about fucking Carrie-Anne, Diane had never thought of me in a sexual context either – but suddenly her lover’s little girl, so familiar for so long, had vanished and been replaced by this stunning sexy vibrant teen, all pert tits and jutting tush, a nubile novice lesbian panting for sexual pleasure. Now we were both intensely aware of each other’s feminine curves, carnal potential and – there was no doubting it – immediate and total sexual availability!

Diane gazed at me in wide-eyed arousal, and her lips parted as she licked along them with a flick of the tip of her tongue – an unconscious invitation that sent an electrifying shiver down my spine, stiffening my tits into almost painful erection. I kept my eyes locked on hers as I slid off the side of the armchair to stand in front of her, towering over her for a few seconds to establish my undisputed dominance. Then I just acted on instinct, cupping my hand under her chin and leaning forwards to speak with absolute authority:

‘So … you like to be taken, do you? You just want to be taken, bitch, don’t you?!’

Diane swallowed and nodded mutely, her eyes wide with the most delicious combination of apprehension and desire. With both hands, I took grip on her shoulders and pushed – I used barely any pressure, but at once with a mewling whimper the submissive woman toppled onto her back, lying sprawled along the sofa as I swiftly straddled across her hips and pinned her in place.

‘Oh, no – Angie, no, you mustn’t … we shouldn’t …’ gasped my Mom’s lover, but it was the faintest of protests, a mere token, empty of any meaning or strength of will, and more than overtrumped by her very evident desire to be dominated and used. Diane offered no physical resistance at all, lying supine beneath me and gazing upwards in anticipatory surrender.

I was possessed by a sudden charge of dominating sexual energy – it was as if I was wired up to a power generator, and someone had just flipped a switch to ramp up the voltage. I relished the prospect of having this mature woman, this experienced lesbian … Jesus! I thought to myself with incredulous delight, I’m taking a bitch twice my age! and I’m gonna fuck her and fuck her till she can’t take it any more and begs for release – and then I’ll fuck the bitch some more!

I grasped Diane’s left breast through her T-shirt and the plain white bra beneath, and ferociously squeezed her ripe mound. She moaned and writhed under me, her eyes half-closed as she relished the erotic stimulation. Whether consciously intended or not, her hips thrust upwards under me, grinding the swell of her pelvis against the gusset of my panties, as I straddled across her with my legs arched wide apart. That further abrasive stimulus was all that I needed to throw discretion to the winds – I was suffused with lust and determined to slake it, whatever the cost. As I leaned over her, my nipples were stiff little points poking into my plain white school shirt, and I relished the way in which Diane’s eyes were locked onto them, as if she was hypnotised by the sway of my breasts above her.

‘I’m gonna have you, bitch … you’re mine, you slut, I’m having your cunt, right now!’ I growled.

‘Aaaahhh, yes!’ replied Diane, almost sobbing, ‘oh, fucking hell! Yes, yes, yes! Take me, Angie, please – take me now!’

I reached down to her midriff and pulled the T-shirt up to her armpits, exposing her stunning full breasts in their simple plain white underwired bra. I shoved both of my hands in underneath the bra cups from below, thrusting the garment upwards and seizing the naked flesh of each mammary. Again I mashed and mauled them, and then rubbed the ball of my thumb across her engorged nipples, sending quaking shivers throughout her body.

I was so fired up, there was no time or room for gentleness or subtlety here, indeed barely anything in the way of foreplay at all – and what there was, was solely driven by my needs. I guess that since my lesbian sexual awakening I had somehow managed to suppress from my conscious thoughts the luscious attractiveness of Diane’s curvaceous figure, and especially her bulging all-natural 32-E cup breasts above her trim narrow waist. Now I made up for lost time, rubbing them and pinching them and yanking and tweaking her tits. She began to jerk beneath me – not with any effort to get free, but from the nerve flashes that speared from her abused boobs straight to her soaking slit.

‘Oh my God, fucking fuck me, fuck me!’ wailed Diane, as she lost all of her inhibitions and any last shreds of self-control.

I relinquished her breasts, reached down to her waist and tugged her blue denim mini-skirt up above her hips. I gazed down in fascination at the quite austere plain white panties that were revealed – and the tell-tale wide dark patch over her crotch, where her flowing juices were soaking into them. With a feral grin, I reached with my forefinger to the centre of the wet patch, like an arrow flying true to the bull’s eye of the target. As I pressed down, pushing a fold of sodden cotton into the furrow of flesh beneath it, Diane gave a shudder. She closed her eyes for a second, and then opened them wide. All pretence was over now, as was any illusion that she was anything other than a puppet on my strings.

‘Aaaahh, oh fuck! yes! – Angie, please, use me, do me, fuck me now! – fuck me hard, fuck me so fucking hard!!’

What was it that Marlon Brando said in ‘The Godfather’? – oh yeah, ‘I’ll make them an offer they can’t refuse’. Well, I sure as hell wasn’t going to refuse this offer, you can bet your ass on it … mmm, in fact, please do!

I shifted a little down Diane’s legs and hooked my thumbs into the waistband of her panties at each hip. She obligingly kept her thighs together and lifted her butt an inch or so off the sofa, making it easy for me with one swift tug to pull her panties right down to her ankles and then over her feet (the flip-flops having already flopped off). Turning back to my conquest, I placed my hands on the inside of each thigh just above the knee, and gently pushed outwards. At once, the mature submissive lesbian moved to obey the implicit command, spreading her legs apart and giving me my first full view of her cunt. As I expected, Diane’s pussy was smooth and fully-shaven, and her labia were projecting visibly at each side of her glistening gash.

Letting her stew in her own juices – quite literally – for a moment, I stepped off the sofa and quickly discarded the white shirt and tartan pleated mini-skirt that were part of my school uniform, which I had still been wearing when the mailman had knocked on the door with his package of dynamite. I kept on my bra, my knee-high white socks, my black shoes and – for another moment – my panties. Turning to face Diane, I took her left hand and placed it against my cunt, massaging my aching pussy with the heel of the older woman’s palm. Then I gestured to my panties, and gave my orders in a lust-soaked husky tone:

‘Take them down, bitch, take them off me!’

Diane swallowed and nodded, for refusal was far from her mind. With a wondering expression on her face, she reached out and peeled my tight panties down my legs, gazing with reverence at the trim teenage mound that came into view. When my mother’s lover had tugged my panties down below my knees, I took hold of them again and whisked them the rest of the way to the floor, stepped out of them and kicked them aside. Next, I knelt down on the floor for a second, reached into the black cardboard box, and then rose with supple youthful grace to my feet – with the strap-on harness and dildo triumphantly clutched in my right hand!

‘Eeeeekk!’ squealed Diane at the sight, with a mixture of surprise, fear and lust; ‘aaahh, Angie … oh, no, you shouldn’t … oh, my God!’

‘This is mine now!’ I declared, with a rasp in my voice; ‘you can get another one for Mom tomorrow – I’m having this, and I’m having YOU!’

Diane gave a little whimper, but made no other protest. She lay supinely on her back, with legs spread apart and cunt exposed, and gazed up at me in wide-eyed amazement. Putting the harness on wasn’t exactly rocket science; it was clear enough which bits went where, and then it was just a matter of setting the buckles to a comfortable tightness. However, what was new and unexpected was the sight of the great ribbed plastic pole sticking out from my crotch, and the way in which its weight hung on my hips and its projecting spear both unbalanced me and yet made me acutely aware of exactly where the tip of the dildo was. I found it incredibly arousing to have this phallic appendage – it seemed somehow just right for me, and I was consumed with a fiery desire to sink its rigid hardness deep into some soft surrendering female flesh.

I turned back to Diane, and this time I straddled across her chest, exciting myself by letting my naked butt settle on her pillowed breasts. But the reason for this position was not for that delight, but another more obvious purpose. Leaning forward, I brought the dildo to the older woman’s mouth, which opened at once to receive it. I slid about four inches into Diane’s mouth, as she avidly sucked and slurped, coating it with lubricating saliva.

After about thirty seconds of this, I could wait no more. I had to have this hot mature lezzie, and have her right NOW! I pulled the strap-on away from her face, slid back down the sofa to kneel between her widespread thighs, leaned forwards until the tip of the plastic phallus was resting against the middle of Diane’s slit – and then with no more ceremony, I bucked my hips and drove it into her hole, fast and deep and hard.

Diane screamed in anguish – but was it not a scream of pain, it was the howl of pent-up desire finding its release, the shriek of the dam breaking, the cry of the prize won. I gripped the bitch’s hips for leverage and began to pump the dildo in and out, each time with greater punishing force. It was devastating, it was destructive, but most of all it was exactly the way (so she told me later) that my Mom fucked Diane, especially if she’d not had her for a few days – and it was this, more than anything, that really blew Diane’s mind. In her titty-bursting pussy-flooding cunt-drilled roller-coaster ride to orgasm, my Mom and I blurred together, and it was as if she was being fucked stupid by a glorious young teenage Sandra … which just so happened to be one of Diane’s oldest and most powerful fantasies.

Me, I was just living for the ride, existing inside each second because it was so pure, so complete, and so vibrant with power. My pelvis swivelled on my hips like a demented pumping machine, pistoning the plastic rod into and out of Diane’s uncharted depths. The woman gave a hoarse cry, and reached up with her hands to grasp my bracing arms, like a drowning sailor might seize a life-belt. Her grip was desperate, her fingers digging into my upper arms as if she was clinging on for life itself. Diane’s mouth was gaping open, saliva drooling from one corner, and her eyes stared almost blindly at me. With another scream, this one in a deeper register that seemed to explode from her throat, her back arched and she drove her pelvis upwards against me, meeting my hardest inwards thrust half-way. The thirty-three year old’s body shook and quivered, and a warm trickle of sticky transparent cum-juice coursed from the bottom of her battered slit.

Diane slumped back bonelessly after her orgasm, panting like a landed fish, but I was far from finished. I pulled the dildo out of her vagina, which made a soft sucking ‘plop’ sound as the device slid free from her oozing hole. I let her have maybe ten seconds to catch her breath, and then I pulled her crumpled T-shirt over her head and gave her a firm smack on her left thigh.

‘Roll over, bitch!’ I instructed; ‘get on the floor, on your hands and knees, you dirty lezzie slut – you ain’t done yet, oh no, you cunt – you’ve got more to come, yeah – lots more, and you will come, you bitch, you sure will, ha ha!’

‘Oh! oh dear God, Angie … please! … oh, please …’ mumbled Diane, although it was quite unclear whether she was begging me to stop or to carry on. Not that it mattered, for the mature submissive lesbian didn’t get a vote in this – I wanted more of her pussy, and I was gonna have it! In fact, whatever thoughts were spinning in her head, Diane moved at once to comply, limply rolling sideways off the sofa to flop face-down on the carpet. For a moment, she lay there inertly, sprawled on her stomach and panting softly for breath. However, I gave her an impatient prod in the ribs with the toe of my sensible black school shoes, and with a struggle she groggily clambered up onto her hands and knees. Her back was sheened with sweat and her head hung down between her shoulders as if it was too great a weight to hold up, with her light brown hair curtaining her face from view.

I reached forwards and undid the clasp in the middle of the backband of her white bra, and let its straps fall down her arms until the empty bra cups landed on the carpet beneath her. She was now naked apart from the denim mini-skirt, which I rucked up higher around her waist, almost like a belt – I didn’t remove it, because I felt with her, as also often when fucking Carrie-Anne, that an almost naked female is even more attractive than a completely nude one, because leaving some scraps of clothing in place only serves to draw attention to how much has been removed, and how vulnerable are the pussy and tits now exposed. Thinking of the latter, I raked my nails down Diane’s spine from the base of her neck to the start of the cleft of her buttocks, making her quiver to my touch, and then ran my fingers around her ribs and under her chest, to scoop up her pendulously swaying breasts and cup their soft malleable heaviness in my palms. I took her nipples between each of my thumbs and forefingers, rubbed them back and forth vigorously, and finished with a sharp tug before releasing them. Diane moaned in response at this stimulus, and her back arched, thrusting her butt up and out towards me – just where I wanted it!

My own bra was itching me now, as my tits were so aroused and stiffly rubbing against its confining fabric. I uncoupled it and tossed it aside, but I kept on the last remaining parts of my school uniform – my white knee-high socks, and my flat-soled black shoes. I did this not just to save effort and time, but mostly because the shoes gripped very well on the carpet and would give me much better traction than my bare feet would – and I intended to be able to apply ever ounce of driving strength that I could!

I took a grip of Diane’s gorgeous ripe ass, kneading her butt-cheeks before sliding my hands down to their soft pale under-flesh. The mature woman quivered in expectancy as I eased her into an even more open stance, so that the broad curving base of her cunt was fully visible from my position kneeling behind her, with all of its magical pink fleshy folds and curls. I shifted the angle of my hips to bring the long shaft of the dildo up under her pussy, until its first two inches were pressing against the start of her slit, and slowly and tantalisingly abrading against it.

‘Oh! Angie … please! … aaahh, please, yes … please …’ Diane whimpered, but this time it was clear that she wanted it – not just from her words, but from every line of her straining body, as she arched her back and thrust her butt backwards and upwards, spreading her thighs to make herself as open as possible. I decided to tease her a little, to heighten both our anticipation to fever pitch. First, I rubbed the plastic pole harder and faster along the groove of her vagina, but without entering her in any way, and then I stopped and let it fall away from contact with her soft sticky pudenda. Diane gasped in avid arousal and then groaned in frustration as the nerve-tingling stimulus ceased.

I leaned forwards and hissed softly in her ear, my breath caressing her cheek: ‘What d’ya want, huh? Tell me what you want, you fucking bitch, and maybe you’ll get it! Beg for it, c’mon you dirty lesbo cunt – beg me for it, you filthy lezzie pussy-slut, fuckin’ beg me to do you!’

‘Oh, sweet heaven! Aaaooohh, Angie … aah! Oh, Jesus, you’re so hot – you’re as hot as your fuckin’ Mom – so do me, yeah, like she does, fucking have me! You know what I want – please, please, do me, oh please! Yes, do me, hard, I want it hard, fuck me so hard, make me fucking scream! Angie, please, don’t make me wait any more … oh, Lord above, fuck me, Angie, fuck me hard! … for God’s sake, please fuck me, NOW – please, I’m begging you – FUCK MY SLUTTY CUNT RIGHT NOW!!!

Diane had just about broken down completely, and all of her being was now concentrated in her pussy – indeed, it was her cunt-lips that were really speaking, wrenching from her mouth the desperate plea to be violently fucked by her new teenage nemesis.

I relished my sexual power over the mewling mature woman, glorying in the admission that I was as hot and hard a dyke domme as my sexy mother. I decided to change the angle of my attack – this time, the plastic spear of the dildo was pointing straight at Diane’s hole, which parted with lubricated ease when I applied a slow and gentle pressure. The dildo slid slowly into her – slowly not because of meeting any resistance, but because I had determined this time to fuck her in a quite different way from my first wild assault. I took a very measured pace, and as I had thought and hoped, this served to wind her up just as much as the battering-ram tactics that I had used earlier.

Diane began to shiver and shake, and her hands dug into the carpet like claws. Her eyes were closed, but her mouth hung open, with a trail of saliva dribbling from her lower lip. Her pleading took on a frantic edge:

‘Angie, oh help me! Angie, please, darling – not so slow, please not so slow – do me hard, I’m begging you! Harder! aaahh, yes – oh yes! Harder, for God’s sake, slam me – fuckin’ shaft me! Faster, please, for pity’s sake – please – Angie, please, you gotta fuck me harder, please fuck me harder!’

I began to increase the pace, not so much because of her pleas, but because I was getting really turned on myself. Still, I managed proudly to keep some self-control, and only slowly built up the speed and depth of my thrusts. Then I shifted up a couple of gears, and began to really hammer into her gully from behind. With a long moan, Diane thrust her ass even further out towards me, and I rewarded her silent supplication by shifting my stance a little upwards, which give me an even better angle of thrust.

Now I changed the mood – with frightening suddenness, I began to slam the dildo into and of my mother’s lesbian lover like a battering ram, hammering it home for all that I was worth, slapping the face-plate of the dildo against her rubbery slick-coated labia, and then pulling out again – only to repeat the process with lightning speed, over and over, until we were both covered in sweat from our labours. I grabbed a handful of her hair in my left hand and hauled back on it, making her give a scream of sexual agony as her head was yanked upwards. Meanwhile, my right hand reached under her now handily exposed chest, grasped her right breast, and mauled her nipple.

I rode that sexy mature brunette as hard as I could, putting all of my youthful strength and fierceness into it, powered by the raging fire of my lust to sexually dominate and ravish another female. It was in that moment that I truly entered into my inheritance – as a totally merciless dominant dyke fucker of soft submissive helpless cunts.

Diane’s noises had gone beyond being intelligible words, as I pounded her pussy with the strap-on and drilled it into her depths with savage force. Her head was slumped down onto the carpet, with her eyes screwed tightly closed but her mouth hanging wide open, and a pool of saliva collecting under her cheek. This posture shifted her butt further upwards, and I took full advantage of it. Placing both hands at her hips to steady myself, I rose onto my haunches above her, in a position of such awesome dominance over her prone body that just the sight nearly made me come myself. After the barest pause, I resumed fucking her cunt from the new angle, ravaging her gaping and dribbling hole even harder than before.

It was more by instinct than anything else that I added the coup de grace. I shifted my left hand from her waist to grasp the back of her neck, emphasising her utter submission by grinding her face into the carpet. This also braced me with sufficient balance to remove my right hand from her hips as well, and I used this to deliver a series of stinging slaps to her upthrust butt – each time that I yanked the dildo backwards, it afforded me the opportunity to deliver a sharp smack before I drove it back in again, so the poor mature submissive alternated almost with pause between the stimuli of the pile-driving penetration of her soft inner parts and the sting of pain from her abused ass.

I was surprised at how long she lasted – but I have since discovered that Diane has an amazing capacity to soak up sapphic sexual dominance. It is one of the reasons (though not the only one) why my mother kept her as a lover; apparently, Diane told me later, my Mom already had a ferocious reputation for going through the panties of all of the pretty interns (something Diane knew, which was why she was already trembling with arousal after Mom asked her to work late), but she usually soon got bored with them and discarded them for another – that is, until she found her perfect submissive partner in Diane.

Even so, not even the most experienced and capable of lesbian subs can hold out for ever, even though they long for their exquisite torture never to end. With a wild scream that turned into racking sobs and gasps, Diane flung her arms wide, her fingernails gouging into the carpet, and then her pelvis bucked upwards so violently that I was nearly dislodged, as a spray of pussy-cum squirted from her vagina in the moment of her thunderous orgasm.

It was incredibly arousing, and suddenly I could not wait for my own release. My hands tore frantically at the buckles of the strap-on’s harness, and in seconds I had pulled it out of Diane – making her jerk and cry out in climactic aftershock – and discarded it. The older woman was now slumped full length on the floor, face down, but I seized her by the shoulder and hip and rolled her onto her back. As she gazed up at me dazedly, I straddled her chest, took her chin in my grip, and almost shouted at her:

‘Eat me out, you filthy fucking cunt! Finish me! You’re my bitch now, as much as you’re Mom’s, so you better fuckin’ make me come, and make it good! Eat my slit, bitch, NOW!’

Diane had no opportunity to reply, for with the last word I lurched forwards and dropped my cunt right onto her face, grinding my pussy against her mouth. I need not have worried – this well-used sub knew the importance of pleasing her mistress, and getting her off when she demanded it! At once I felt Diane’s surprisingly large and agile tongue (another of the reasons Mom kept her, I think) squirrel into my slit, thrusting inwards and then driving for my clit like a heat-seeking missile. I was so close to coming that it only took a few rasps of Diane’s firm tongue to trigger my explosion. I shrieked as I climaxed, with my back arched and my head flung backwards, and I drenched Diane’s mouth and cheeks with my pussy juice, which she avidly lapped up.

With a satisfied moan, I slumped sideways off the prone woman to lie on my back on the carpet next to her. For a while, I remained there, letting the sweat cool on my body and my breathing and heartbeat return to something approaching normal, and luxuriating in the feeling of release and lassitude that followed in the wake of my tremendous orgasm. However, eventually I roused myself and struggled to an upright position, sitting on the floor and with my back leaning against the sofa. Now that my passionate lust had been slaked, I was spent and rather shell-shocked by what had just happened. Even so, I knew that I could not have prevented it, any more than a rock dislodged from the top of a mountain can stop the resulting avalanche. Diane moved to sit companionably next to me, her right shoulder and arm resting warmly against my left side.

‘Wow!’ I said, exhaling with exhausted satisfaction; ‘that was totally amazing – absolutely fucking incredible!’

‘Absolutely incredible fucking, you mean’, murmured Diane, as her sweat-sheened and pussy-juice-streaked face broke into a shattered smile. ‘God, yes! – that took ten years off me’, she continued, ‘it took me right back to the first times with Sandra, when she was so fierce and just about insatiable! Not that it isn’t hot between us now, I mean’, she hastened to add; ‘she gives me a real workout, does your Mom, believe me! – but I guess after a decade or more together, well, things become a little more predictable, shall we say. So, yes, I’ve not been had like that – not cum like that – in a long time!’

I looked at my Mom’s so-sexy and so-submissive lesbian lover out of the corner of my eye.

‘Mom and Carrie-Anne must never, ever, ever know about this’, I solemnly affirmed, to which Diane hastily agreed. ‘But …’ I added, and then left it trailing there, the invitation unstated but obvious.

‘Yeah …’ breathed Diane, both of us using a single word to imply unspoken volumes. Without her even realising it, her right hand had slipped up her thigh to rest gently against her mound, whilst her legs automatically had eased further apart. I was aware of this subtle but intensely erotic movement in my peripheral vision, and it crystallised my thoughts. Diane was just too sexy with her big breasts, wide hips and capacious cunt, and most of all with her thrilling combination of mature experience and submissive acceptance. The sense of power that I had gained from dom-fucking an older woman had been absolutely amazing, and it had super-charged all of my erogenous zones. There was just no way that this could be a one-off, or that I was going to forego tasting this heady wine again. It would be a purely physical relationship, as both Diane and I were emotionally committed elsewhere – Carrie-Anne was and would be my love as well as my lover, and Diane was happily and unshakeably bonded with my Mom – but because of that, we could be utterly uninhibited with each other, and enjoy just having sex in its simple purity and glory.

I turned slightly towards Diane (as would be natural between us, I was the initiator once again), and placed my hand between her legs, covering the hand that she had resting against her cunt, and grinding it down against her.

‘You know that this ain’t finished, you slut, don’t you?’ I demanded in my best apprentice-dominatrix style. ‘I’ll want you again – and you’ll want me again, won’t you? Be honest, admit it!’

She didn’t even try to pretend otherwise, arching her hips wide apart so that I could gouge her own hand hard into her puffy labia and the slick groove of her gash.

‘Aaaahh, Angie! … yes, I know … ooh-ahhh, yes … yes, I do, oh babe, yes – I do too!’

I was getting warmed up again, starting to think that I’d like to fuck her some more, but then my eye caught the clock on the wall. Shit! – in less than an hour Mom would be getting home from work, and she would be worried if I wasn’t there without any explanation – and explanations were something that I wanted to steer very well clear from. I gave Diane a last firm rub of her slit and pulled on both her nipples, and then said reluctantly that I had better be on my way. Diane gave me an amused look, and said that I certainly couldn’t turn up at home like this – that the smell of cunt-cum was all over me!

She stood up and extended a hand down to me, helping me to my feet. Then she ushered me into her shower room, which – surprise, surprise – seemed to have been designed primarily with the aim of having room enough for two (or even more!) at the same time. She dropped her denim mini-skirt onto the bathroom floor, and I discarded my shoes and knee-high socks beside it. For the first time both of us were totally naked, and we took a moment to admire each others’ curves, before stepping into the shower cubicle and sliding closed its glass door. Diane turned on the gushing hot water and I stood under it, soaking in the warmth and luxuriating in its stinging massage of my head, shoulders, back and breasts.

Diane opened a bottle of shower gel and poured some into her cupped right hand, which she then proceeded to massage all over me, naturally paying particular attention to my breasts and the join of my legs. When I was lathered all over, I took the bottle from her and returned the favour – but when it came to soaping her pussy, I just couldn’t resist sliding two fingers right up inside her, and then, as she leaned her shoulder-blades against the tiled wall, splaying her hands out wide to maintain her balance, with the hot water cascading off the stiff points of her prominent breasts, I quickly finger-fucked her to one last bone-shaking cum.

After this we rinsed each other off, and then when we stepped out of the shower, Diane knelt in homage in front of me as she gently towelled me dry. At last, satisfied with the thoroughness of her service, she cast aside the damp towel and brought her lips to my cunt, placing a gently reverent kiss right on the middle of my slit. Then with a fond slap on my rump, she told me to get dressed, and run along. I was almost skipping along the pavement as I left her building ten minutes later, with the wiped and dried strap-on harness and its dildo wrapped up in some plastic bags and nestling securely at the bottom of my backpack.

And so our secret sapphic liaison began, purely by the chance of a package being delayed in the post. Two weeks after this first thunderclap of sexual awakening, I went to her apartment on a Saturday afternoon when Mom had to go out of town on business, and we had a wild fuckathon for nearly three hours – in fact, I had to go home and lie down for a while to rest, before I was due to meet up with Carrie-Anne at seven o’clock. My skills at love-making with my sweet girlfriend advanced by leaps and bounds, to her amazement and delight, and soon I introduced her to the massive strap-on (telling her that I had managed to order it over the internet and hide the parcel from Mom when it arrived). Carrie-Anne was apprehensive and dismayed by its size when she first saw it, but once I had buckled it around my hips she became thoroughly aroused, and – as I had been sure – her cunt opened up and her vagina accommodated its massive length and thickness, though with many a gasping shudder and groan.

Since that second time, during the last three months I have had a session with Diane about once every three weeks – an infrequency which has made it easier to find times when our meeting can be kept quite secret, and which has heightened our sense of expectation, so that it is a special treat and not something to be taken for granted. In our last marathon fuck, I took Diane so hard and long with a strap-on in the doggy position, finally making her cum with explosive force three times in four minutes, that after the final climax she collapsed under me like a puppet whose strings had been slashed through. She flopped down onto her stomach, sprawling on the carpet with her breasts squashed under her and her arms outflung. I was in full flow, and looking down at her supine mature body, I suddenly knew what to do. I slid the heavy dildo out of her pussy, adjusted my position slightly, placed the tip of it in the middle of her puckered ass-hole, and then – before she could realise what I intended – I rammed it into her ass, and began a merciless pumping butt-reaming anal fuck.

Diane howled with shock and pain, but she was powerless to throw me off, having no leverage. At her first reaction, I placed the palms of my hands onto the middle of each of her shoulder blades, using my weight to force her to remain flat on the floor, as she clawed fruitlessly at the carpet, yowling and pleading.

‘AAARRGGHH! OOOH, CHRIST! PLEASE, NO!! ANNGGGIIIEEEEEE! URRGGH! NO, NO! ANGIE, YOU CAN’T!! OH, GOD, NOOOO!! AAH-AARRGH-AAIIEEEE!!’

I ignored this – or rather, I savoured it as the rightful tribute to my dominating sexual drive – because her body was already betraying her and starting to respond, humping back against my thrusts to maximise their impact, and before long she dissolved into utter incoherency as a tidal wave of orgasms engulfed her.

As Diane gasped and shivered in post-climactic reaction, I pulled the dildo out of her ass-hole. After a few moments of gulping for air, she recovered enough to roll over onto her back and, as was our way after a big fuck, I nestled down beside her and we gently caressed each others’ breasts, stomachs and cunts.

‘My God, Angie’, she said shakily, ‘I’ve not been ass-fucked in more than ten years – I’ve forgotten what it’s like, that unique and unrepeatable mixture of pain and pleasure!’

My surprise must have shown on my face, for Diane laughed and explained that ass-fucking was the one thing that my Mom really didn’t like – she didn’t enjoy doing it to someone else, and she had always adamantly refused to entertain the idea of anyone doing it to her. So, as Diane was not the one who made the rules in their relationship, she had been happy to let it go – after all, her gloriously athletic, dynamic and sensual lover satisfied every other need that she had, physical and emotional, to an extent which she had never dared to believe would be possible.

Well, well, I mused to myself – here’s something that Mom and I really DON’T have in common! I’ve always been fascinated by the idea of ass-fucking, and now that I had done it once on Diane I was determined to use her that way regularly, and also slowly to ease Carrie-Anne along a similar path of anal submission. But then, I thought, that’s only right and proper – each generation should make an advance on the one that came before, shouldn’t they?

If you enjoyed this, check out the previous three stories in the series – to find them, follow the author link at the top of this story (where you can also find my other all-girl lesbian stories). The final two stories will follow in the next few weeks.

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Jade teases her sister publicly, and we find out how the food chain is organized in the household

SHOUTOUT TO Imnoangel FOR THE IDEAS FOR THIS STORY

It was a couple days after the wonderful birthday Jade had had. Bailey decided to take her sister shopping. They went out to the mall to get some clothes, and to screw around for a while, happy to be out of the house. They tried on all the cutest bra and underwear combos, as well as some skirts, jeans, tops, and whatever the hell else they could find. It didn’t matter, they were having fun.

        Bailey decided on a pair of tight jeans and a pink crop top that showed off her belly and breasts nicely. Very hot. Jade chose a light green skirt with an adorable shirt to match. The skirt, if you looked at the right angle, was transparent enough that you could see her butt, which bounced as she stepped.

        The mall had a movie theater, and they decided to go watch something. What they decided on was the newest chick flick, a drama about vampires and werewolves like always, played by the cutest actors all the girls drooled over.

        “Can I borrow your chapstick sis?” Jade asked. “Sure whatever” Bailey answered, lost in the movie. Jade reached toward her purse that was in her lap, but instead reached into her jeans and felt her lips through the thin material she was wearing underneath. She inhaled sharply through her nostrils and her eyes widened, but she didn’t move.

        Jade smiled, and knew she had her big sister right where she wanted her. She continued to feel her, grabbing her panties and pulling them against her slit, which was getting wetter by the second. Bailey’s face reddened, and she squeezed her purse closer to her to hide her sister’s hand as much as possible. Jade slipped a finger into her, and Bailey covered her mouth and whimpered. “Stop” she whispered helplessly. Jade only smiled and continued. Bailey started to grind her hips forward and back in her seat. When Jade saw that her sister was about to finish, she pulled her hand out and acted like nothing happened, giving her a wink. Bailey sat in her seat, mouth open, and was still squirming. “Little bitch” she thought to herself. E..excuse me, I…I need to go to the bathroom” she said, and ran out of the theatre. Jade sat smirking, and watched the movie.

        Bailey reached the bathroom, ran into a stall, slammed and locked the door, and undid her jeans, hands shaking with the excitement that her devil of a sister had built up in her. She sat down and rubbed herself with lightning quick fingers, eyes closed to some very racy thoughts that were pent up in her mind. She shuddered as she finished, it took everything she had not to scream. She didn’t wash her hands on purpose, and returned to her seat. She held her hand up to Jade’s nose, and she inhaled the hot, overpowering aroma of her own creation on her fingers. She hummed happily, a smile still on her face.

        The movie finished, and the hot smell of her incestuous sister was overwhelming, and she hardly made it to the car. Bailey drove them home listening to the sounds of her little sister loosening the tension that she had built up.

They arrived home, and as they carried their bags of clothes to their room, they heard a noise coming from their mother’s room. Jade shrugged and they entered to see what was going on. Both of them instantly recovered from the days events as they watched the scene. Dylan had Emily on her hands and knees, and there were red handprints on her ass cheeks. She was gagged with his cock, and every time she tried to come up for air, he gave her a hard slap on the ass, and she cried out, tears dripping from her cheeks, (the ones on her face haha) and bobbed back down, engulfing the entirety of her son’s raging member down her throat. She turned around, and presented her beaten ass to him, back arched. “Fuck your mommy you filthy little bastard” she hissed through gritted teeth. He plunged into her, and gripped her hips like there was no tomorrow. She backed up into him as he slammed forward.

        “Yeah that’s right, I know you like it when mommy fucks you hmmm honey? Oooooh yeah you do”. He pulled on her black ponytail, and leaned near her ear, looking into the terrified whites of her eyes, and whispered “Shut up BITCH I do what I want” this made her even more excited, she loved her son’s dominance. Listening to him dirty talk her combined with his pounding into her caused her to go over the edge, and she came, juices gushing onto him. He pulled out, and grabbed her roughly, throwing her down on the bed on her back, watching her chest heave as she breathed heavily with excitement. He barely got her down in time as he came, splashing jizz onto her breasts and belly, a spurt or two hitting her mouth. He collapsed for a moment, and he kissed his mother passionately, tasting a little of himself on her lips. He left the room, giving Bailey a wink and a quick grab of Jade’s ass through her new skirt. She squealed and smiled. Jade shut the door behind her.

        “Come here my loves” she said in a sing song voice, with a hint of sensuality. They obeyed, and stood in front of their mother. “Teasssse me honey” she said to Jade. She stripped her skirt and shirt off slowly, unhooked her bra, and slid her panties off, tossing them behind her with a flick of her foot. Then she started on her sister, pulling up her shirt, and pulling down her jeans. She unhooked her bra, freeing her breasts, and the hard nipples at the ends of them. She slid down, pulled her now wet panties off with her teeth. Her mother recovered quickly at the sight, and her breathing, which had slowed down, sped up again.

        “Your mother is in a very sticky situation right now, and she would appreciate it if she was cleaned up” she said. The two sisters moved in unison, and tongued their brother’s cum off of her breasts and belly. Emily stood up, and walked around behind her daughters. “Lie down” she ordered. They obeyed, laying on the bed face up. Her mother used the fuzzy handcuffs she had retrieved from her drawer, and locked up Jade’s right, and Bailey’s left hand to the appropriate bedpost. She then took a piece of rope and tied their remaining hands together, so they were a helpless mess.

        Mom what are you…AH!!” Jade was interrupted by her mother tweaking her nipple, hard. “Your brother may be my dominant, but I am yours!” She hissed. She looked at Bailey. “Oh and I KNOW you’re excited sweetie, I heard about you and Sagey” Bailey let out a small squeal of excitement, and bit her lip. Emily climbed on top of the two horny teenagers, tits swinging freely, and slid a finger into each of them. They moaned together, and their mother placed another finger in the same spot, using her thumb to rub their clits, which were enlarged with excitement.

        “Whoever covers my hand with cum first gets punished” she put emphasis on this last word. They both tried to hold back as long as possible, but Bailey lost, as this fetish turned her on more than her younger counterpart. She cried out as she came, and stuttered “P…please punish me m…mommy” she finished Jade off and left her to reel in waves of pleasure. She turned her attention back to her eldest daughter, who had lost her sexy little competition. She dove headfirst into her daughter, using her tongue and two fingers to rub and suck her. She came again, and her mother continued.

        “Mom stop please I’m soooo fucking sensitive, it hurts, it HURTS!” She shrieked this last word as she came for the fourth time. She sat up, deciding she had had enough, and cleaned her lips, which were covered in her daughters lubricant. She unlocked the two, and as she left the room, gave Jade a wiggle of her ass, which was still beaten red, and said “Clean your sister up, she’s been through a lot today” she giggled and left the room. Jade used her mouth to softly clean her sister, who was still convulsions and whimpering. When they had recovered, Bailey fell right asleep, and Jade followed. They had both had a very long day.

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Sometimes it takes time away from home to give you the chance to experience new things. This is the first part of Sangeeta’s experiences in Prague.

1. Sangeeta & Angela

Random Guy
Sangeeta was lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, listening to Angela fucking some guy she’d found in the bar that they’d visited that evening. First of all there was the talking, but that didn’t last long as neither of them really spoke the same language, then things got quiet. Sangeeta assumed that they was kissing and feeling each other up. Then the regular sound of the bed, so that was when they started fucking, and the grunts and moans from Angela told Sangeeta that she was getting close to orgasm. She found Angela was far more religious than she had imagined, as she’d called out “Fuck me, oh God, fuck me,” time and time again over the last 20 minutes.

Finally things had built to a climax, with the noise of the bed getting faster and faster, and the calls from Angela getting faster and louder, then finally the guy started calling out in some language she didn’t recognise.

Then things went quiet.

Thank God they were finished.

It was a funny experience. She didn’t really want to know about Angela having sex with some random guy. But at the same time she’d found it arousing, and had lain their rubbing her clitoris, and playing with her nipples listening to Angela getting her brains banged out in the next room. Sangeeta hadn’t come, but she was very aroused, thinking about what it would have been like to have a new cock inside her. It did answer one question that she had wondered about for years – Angela wasn’t a lesbian. Or at least not only a lesbian.

How Some Random Ended Up in her Apartment
It had sounded like a good idea when Angela had first suggested coming over to visit her in Prague. Sangeeta didn’t know anyone, except at the university, and was a bit lonely. The apartment had a spare room, so Angela could stay for a few weeks having a cheap holiday while keeping Sangeeta company during the week, and travelling with her at weekends.

But it hadn’t worked out that way. On the second evening she was in Prague, Angela insisted that she and Sangeeta go out for a few drinks at one of the bars in the centre of town. Angela had gone out in one of the short, tight skirts she wore so often to show off her slim hips and tight ass. On top she was wearing a little top, with her look finished off by lot of makeup. The only concession to the cold was a jacket that she took off the moment she got to the bar.

Sangeeta had been more conservative in her choice of clothes, but the blue, low cut top showed of her large breasts, while her tight black trousers showed her ass off.

Then Angela started drinking as fast as she could. She always drank with remarkable speed, and with her small frame, she quickly got very drunk. Angela continuously encouraged Sangeeta to drink, buying her another glass of wine even when she didn’t want it, so Sangeeta got drunk too, though not as badly as Angela.

They were two drunk aged women in a bar, obviously tourists or visitors, and so the inevitable happened. Men started chatting to them, offering them more drinks. Angela was happy to let them start touching her, first her arm, then her back, then patting her ass, kiss on the cheek, hand on her thigh, kiss on the mouth, and finally hand up her skirt. Angela responded in kind, drunkenly groping the men, letting her hands wander freely, stroking their crotches, pressing her ass against their groins, feeling the stiff cocks pressing against her.

Sangeeta was more reserved, after all she was married, but none the less, men pursued her. She tried explaining she was married, pointing to the rings on her finger. But apparently they didn’t understand her English. Or maybe they understood, but didn’t care since they weren’t interested in marrying her.

When it came time to go home, Angela whispered in Sangeeta’s ear “which one do you want?”

“What do you mean?”

“Which one are you going to take back to the apartment?”

Sangeeta was shocked, “I’m not going to go home with anyone.”

“Have you got someone else here?” asked Angela.

“No! Of course not,” replied Sangeeta.

“You know – what happens on the road stays on the road. You’ve been here two weeks, and you haven’t fucked. You’ll get tense.”

“I would never do something like that.”

“All that time your husband spends on the travelling – you don’t think he’s managed to find a few girls around the place.” Angela had known Sangeeta’s husband for many years, and knew that he was clearly a ladies man. She’d never tried him herself, but it was pretty obvious he was a player.

Sangeeta thought back over all those trips her husband had taken, when he’d come back suspiciously “drained” when they first had sex, the smell of perfume on some shirts, of things that looked a lot like love bites.

“I’d never do that,” Sangeeta finally said to Angela.

There were some disappointed men that evening when Sangeeta walked out alone. They’d wasted their money buying drinks for some cock tease.

Sangeeta Gets Fucked by the Random Guy Too
When they had gotten back to her apartment, Angela had dragged the guy to her room, and Sangeeta had gone to bed, the room spinning a bit after all the alcohol she had consumed.

Now Angela had quietened down, she hoped to get some sleep. Hopefully Angela wouldn’t decide to have a repeat performance with the guy. And even better, if she kicked the guy out before breakfast so Sangeeta wouldn’t have to deal with the embarrassment of the aftermath of Angela’s one night stand.

Sangeeta heard the door to her room open and someone came in. Hopefully Angela didn’t want to talk to her about her latest sexual conquest.

She felt the bed spread get lifted up and said “Angela! What are you doing?” and reached out to push her away. Instead her hands encountered a naked man, who proceeded to climb on top of her. Sangeeta couldn’t dislodge him, and felt the man pull up the tee shirt nightie Sangeeta was wearing up, revealing her pussy and breasts. Sangeeta tried to grab his balls so she could squeeze them and get him away from her, instead she got his penis which was very hard and surprisingly thick. She tried to squeeze it, but it had no effect. He prized her hand off it, and used his thighs to lever her legs apart.

Sangeeta called out “Angela! Help me!” and saw a light come in the apartment, giving a little bit of light in her bedroom. Then Angela’s shape appeared in the doorway, silhouetted by the light from somewhere in the apartment.

“Don’t worry, you’ll manage without my help,” said Angela. “I told him he should fuck you before he went home. You need to get over your ‘I’m married’ thing. I know your husband and I’m sure it doesn’t let it stop him.”

Sangeeta felt the guy push inside her, sliding all the way in on the first stroke. “Unnh,” groaned Sangeeta in response to a long thick penis sliding into her. Listening to Angela and playing with her pussy had made her wet, and even though she knew she shouldn’t fuck this guy, she was surprised how aroused she was by the experience. He started fucking her, driving in and out of her pussy.

She enjoyed the experience more than she should have. The guy was probing her deeply, and she was getting more and more aroused. He rearranged himself slightly so he could suck on her nipples, then sat up and put his legs over his shoulders. When he started plunging in and out of her, his penis went to new depths. She started grunting “Fuck me, fuck me” as he plunged into her, and finally she orgasmed, her back arching, just before he blasted a load of cum into her.

He slumped forward on to her, kissing her, while she held on to his ass. She knew she shouldn’t have, but she was glad that she had.

He left not long afterwards, pausing, Sangeeta assumed, to put his clothes on before leaving the apartment.

Sangeeta never saw him again.

Sangeeta Thinks about her Night
Sangeeta woke the next morning, the feeling of her pussy reminding her of the pounding she had received the night before.

That fucking bitch Angela. Telling some strange guy to fuck her.

At the same time, she had to admit that the random fuck had really relaxed her. Maybe the guy just climbing on top of her and fucking her brains out was just what she needed.

2. Angela Makes Sangeeta a Slut

Clothes Shopping
She didn’t know how it happened. She had meant to kick Angela out. How had she ended up sitting on another bar stool, wearing a new skirt that was too tight, and a newly bought top that was cut too low, and a set of lacy red lingerie?

She’d called the lab saying she wasn’t feeling well. They’d wanted to send her to a doctor, but had finally been convinced it was just a little stomach upset from the chicken in a cream sauce. And it was the cream that caused the problem – from some stranger pounding her vagina to pieces and filling her with his cream.

Instead of working she’d gone out shopping with Angela. They’d tried on all sorts of clothes before settling on her purchases. The town seemed full of fashion shops.

They were in a new bar, and the guys were paying the two of them even more attention. Guys that liked drunk skinny sluts were all paying attention to Angela, while men who liked bustier women that were a bit exotic were chatting up Sangeeta.

She knew Angela was going to pick someone. But Sangeeta still wasn’t sure if she was going to have the nerve to ask some stranger home and let him have sex with her for no reason, other than she felt like having sex.

Sangeeta & Angela Pick Up Two More Guys
At the end of the night Sangeeta wasn’t sure what to do. She had been paying particular attention to a cute guy, and he’d been responding. His hand was currently resting on her leg, stroking between her thighs, slipping further up with every stroke. Sangeeta knew she was wet, and her nipples were stiff.

Finally Sangeeta didn’t have to do anything. Angela leant across to Sangeeta and kissed her on the mouth “We’re going home,” she said, before putting her hand around Sangeeta’s man’s waist and saying “You too.” He didn’t really speak much English, but he got the idea.

As they had walked to her apartment, her arm had been around the man’s waist, holding him tight against her. His left arm had started around her shoulders, before slipping down to her waist, then onto her ass. While they walked along Sangeeta took the chance to kiss him on the cheek, and he responded by quickly kissing her on the lips. Underneath her jacket and blouse, and inside her lacy red lingerie, Sangeeta knew her nipples were stiff and hard. She was glad she had a jacket on so that no one could see how aroused she was. Her panties were wet from the juices leaking from her vagina. He had her ready for cock before he had even gotten to her apartment.

Soon the four of them were walking in the door to Sangeeta’s apartment and Angela quickly had drinks in everyone’s hands. Before Sangeeta knew what was happening, and she found herself kissing this strange man, his tongue probing her mouth. His hands stroked her ass, her back, her legs, her breasts, and he ran them through the long black hair on her head.

She watched Angela out the corner of her eyes, seeing her kissing her man, unbuttoning the top button on her skirt, unzipping it, and then letting it drop to the ground. While he was playing with her ass, which was covered by a lacy white g-string, Angela undid his trousers, pulling them a little down so she could put her hand down his shorts and play with his penis.

Sangeeta felt her blouse being undone, and a hand slipping inside to play with her boobs, cupping them, and pulling the bra down a little so he could get to her nipples, squeezing them and rolling the between his fingers before leaning down and licking and sucking them. His hands were on her ass, his mouth was on her nipples. Sangeeta was too aroused to stop and think about what was happening, so when he pushed her down onto the couch she complied, letting him pull her skirt up and pull her panties down. Soon his head was between her thighs, licking her clitoris, his fingers inside her.

Angela was sitting at the other end of the couch while her man was standing. Angela had his cock in her mouth, her head bobbing backward and forward. From the look on his face, he was close to cumming, and Sangeeta knew she was close too. Her partner had his tongue on her clitoris, and the fingers of one hand jammed in her vagina, rubbing her g-spot, while the other hand was cupping her large breasts, playing with her dark brown nipples.

Angela finally got the man to cum in her mouth, filling it with his white juice. After the first load, she pulled away from his cock, letting the next shot of his white cum shoot onto her chest, before it ran down her skin ending running into the gap between her small breasts and the a-cup of the white lace bra she was wearing.

Sangeeta couldn’t hold back and found herself and had an orgasm of her own, her hands pressing her man’s head into her crotch, while arching her back, and letting out a long groan. She relaxed, savouring the moment and the sensation, when she was surprised to find Angela kissing her, pushing some of the cum that she had taken in her mouth into Sangeeta’s mouth.

“Taste’s yummy, doesn’t it?” Angela said in Sangeeta’s ear, before she went back to her man’s penis, sucking it to get the last bit of juice out of it, and to get it ready for the next round.

Sangeeta wasn’t sure, as she hadn’t tasted cum before, but she was finding the experience overloaded her senses, so she couldn’t react, other than to savour the saltiness of the cum, and the sensation of a woman kissing her. Angela seemed to like kissing her.

The man positioned himself in front of Sangeeta, undoing his trousers, and pulling them down. His penis was hard and ready. Without giving Sangeeta time to recover, he rubbed his penis through her pubic curls before putting the tip inside her, slowly thrusting deeper and deeper. Sangeeta didn’t think she was going to cum with his fucking, but after her orgasm, she was happy to take a hard cock however she could get it.

Angela had all of her clothes off, her skinny body lying naked on the floor. She was masturbating herself, while the guy was standing over her, masturbating himself while looking at her tiny breasts, and dark patch of pubic hair. He focused on Angela’s fingers sliding in and out of her vagina, and masturbating her clitoris. Once he was stiff again, he got on top of Angela, entering into her wet, warm, vagina.

Sangeeta watched Angela getting screwed, while enjoying the cock sliding in and out of her own body. It wasn’t long before she felt the guy shooting his load of cum inside her, feeling him pull out and slouch on the couch beside her, panting to recover his breath. She knew his cum was leaking from her vagina, but she just sat back, playing with her nipples, fingering her vagina, and watch Angela getting screwed in different positions. Finally Angela was on her hands and knees, one hand rubbing her clitoris, while the man had his hands around her waist letting him fuck her hard. Sangeeta watched them both cum, the man shooting his semen deep into Angela. The look on their faces fascinated Sangeeta, with the loss of control combined with the look of ecstasy.

Angela slumped onto the floor, with the man beside her.

After lying there for ten minutes, Angela said “Time for bed,” before standing up and walking to where Sangeeta was sitting. She bent down and kissed Sangeeta, squeezing her breast, before taking the hand of Sangeeta’s man. “And time for a change of cock,” Angela added, taking Sangeeta’s man into her bedroom.

Angela’s man stood up and came over to Sangeeta, he took her hand, taking her to the other bedroom.

After she had gotten into bed, she had sucked the guys cock, first tasting Angela’s pussy on his cock, and then tasting his semen when he came her mouth.

A little later Sangeeta woke up with the guy on top of her, his meat buried in her vagina. She didn’t mind, but was glad when he finished quickly so she could get some sleep before work the next day. It was easy to get one day off sick without too many questions, but two or three became more of a problem.

Angela & the Two Random Guys
The next morning Sangeeta woke up alone. She could hear the sound of Angela servicing someone, so her guy must still be here.

Sangeeta got up to go to the toilet, and have a shower. When she walked past Angela’s room she glanced inside seeing Angela lying on her back with one guy between her legs fucking her vagina, while the other guy was fucking her mouth.

After a long hot shower where she tried to make sure as much of the cum as possible was washed from her body, she dried herself off, walking back to her bedroom and seeing Angela sandwiched between the two men.

Sangeeta quickly dressed and left for work, leaving Angela to finish off the men. She sent Angela a text saying kick them out of the apartment before she got back.

3. Sangeeta Learns that there is More to Sex than a Cock in your Pussy

Dinner for Two
That night Sangeeta got home, having spent the day lying to her colleagues about how much better she felt. In fact, all the fucking meant she was feeling stiff and sore, but explaining that she had been having sex with two different men the night before might not be the best possible answer.

When she got home, she found the apartment empty of strange men. There were no signs of any cum stains on the carpet or on the upholstery of the couch. The table was laid, and she could tell from the smell that there was a meal being cooked.

While they were eating, Sangeeta said “I don’t think I can go out tonight. My pussy is just too sore, and I’m starting to feel like the biggest slut in Prague.”

“Okay,” said Angela. “But you’re not the biggest slut. There’s me to start with. And from all of the sex shops around the town I’m sure there are other people here that are even bigger sluts than me.”

“Yes, I’ve seen some sex shops around the place. I’m not even sure what you do with some of the things in their front window.”

“Have you been inside any of them?”

“No,” said Sangeeta. “What if someone who knows me saw me?”

“You’re in a town where virtually no one knows you, and you’re leaving in a few weeks anyway. So this is the perfect place to go exploring.”

“Maybe tomorrow,” said Sangeeta, still not all that convinced.

Sex Toy Shopping
“So what do you do with this one?” said Sangeeta, holding up a blue sex toy, that was clearly meant to be inserted, but wasn’t shaped at all like a penis. More like some sort of plug.

“You put it in your ass to loosen it up before anal sex,” said Angela, who was holding a large black dildo.

Sangeeta looked at the other similar objects, some of which were of terrifying size. She couldn’t imagine being stretched as far as you would need to go to take something like that up her ass. “And people do that because they like it?”

“Yes.”

“I can’t imagine doing that.”

“And a week ago you couldn’t imagine picking up guys in bars and fucking them, but now you do. Anyway, those are mostly for guys.”

“What about this?” said Sangeeta, picking up a silver toy shaped like an egg, but with a sort of controller on the end of a wire.

“A vibrating egg. You can press it against your clit, or put it inside your vagina. You can walk around with it inside you all day if you want. The vibrations mean you’re on the edge of orgasming the whole time.”

They went around the shop, with Angela explaining the operation of all but the most obvious phallus shaped objects.

“How do you know all these things?” asked Angela.

“I’m single,” replied Angela. “I have to be able to take care of my own needs.”

“So you have some of these at home?”

“Oh yes lots. Some I’ve bought, some were gifts.”

“People give you them as gifts?” said Sangeeta, astonished at the idea.

“Of course. Good friends who want you to have a good time. Helps you relax if you can’t be bothered going out looking for a guy.”

“I’m going to try one.”

“Yes, I know,” glancing down at the sex toys she was holding. “And so am I.”

Losing her Sex Toy Virginity
“Okay, which ones do you want?” said Angela.

“I want the blue dildo. And that one. And the egg one.”

Sangeeta picked them up and started to walk to her room.

“No, out here. We’ve fucked guys in front of each other, so we can do this together. And I can show you how to use them.”

Angela started to undo her jeans, pulling them down over her hips, then down her legs. She sat on the couch, and pulled her panties off. Angela ran her fingers through her hair, letting Sangeeta see she was sliding fingers inside herself. “I like one of these first,” she said as she picked up a vibrator, took it out of its packaging, put in some batteries and switched it on. “I lick them to give it some lubrication,” Angela said, before sliding the vibrator in and out of her mouth to cover it with saliva.

Sangeeta saw the pink vibrator rub against Angela’s clitoris, and imagined how that would feel against her clitoris. She put down the dildo and egg she had been holding, and unwrapped the vibrator, put in the batteries and switched it on.

“Press it against your nipples,” said Angela.

Sangeeta pressed the tip of the vibrator against her breast covered by bra and blouse. The nipple responded immediately, getting stiff. After a few seconds she moved to her other breast, the nipple stiffening quickly. Her whole body reacted, her pussy getting wet, and she felt her heart beat increase.

“Take your blouse off, so you can press it directly against your nipples. That feels much better than through your top.”

Angela watched Sangeeta use one hand to press the buzzing vibrator against her nipples, while the other fumbled to undo the buttons on her blouse. Once it was undone, Sangeeta pulled it open, and used her free hand to pull down the left cup of her bra, revealing her nipple.

While Sangeeta was undoing her blouse, Angela had moved from pressing the vibrator against her clitoris, to sliding it in and out of her vagina to keep it lubricated, then running it around her labia, up to her clitoris, and back to her vagina.

“Why don’t you show me how you use your vibrator on your nipples,” said Sangeeta, her vibrator now pressed against her left nipple. She pulled the right cup of her bra down, and transferred the vibrator to it, feeling it get hard.

“There isn’t anything there,” said Angela, excited that Sangeeta was now taking on a more assertive role.

“I’ll take off my panties when you take off your bra,” said Sangeeta. She knew Angela would comply, as she was sure Angela wanted them to do a mutual masturbation display, and maybe they would fuck each other with the dildos and vibrators. That seemed the next step. All during Angela’s visit, she had been trying to get Sangeeta to loosen up sexually. First noisily fucking that guy, then getting him to fuck her. Second, by going out shopping for sexy new clothes, taking her out to a bar, picking up the guys and fucking them both. Third, buying her sex toys, and then getting Sangeeta to do a masturbation display. Sangeeta wondered where things would be at the end of Angela’s two week stay in Prague, and what she would be doing by the end of another month in Prague. She knew she would have to be good during most of that time, as her sister would be here part of that time, and Yvette would be here most of the rest.

Soon they were lying side by side on the couch, Angela completely naked with a dildo in her vagina, and a vibrator pressed against her clitoris. Sangeeta, was lying back on the couch with her skirt round her hips and panties on the floor, the vibrator in her vagina, and silver egg pressed against her clitoris. The dildo was being pushed in and out more rapidly, and when Sangeeta looked over, the look on Angela’s face said she was verging on an orgasm. Finally Angela pushed the dildo in all the way, pressed the vibrator hard against her body, letting out a groan and biting her lip as her body arched in orgasm. “God,” said Angela as she slumped back, ending up with her sweaty body pressed against Sangeeta. She lay there recovering from the abuse she had administered to her body, while Sangeeta masturbated frantically, thinking about Angela’s body pressed against her own. The short hair, tiny breasts, skinny body, and small ass made Sangeeta feel like she had a boy pressed against her, not a woman.

“Take off my bra,” panted Sangeeta. “It’s too uncomfortable like this.”

Angela eagerly finished undoing Sangeeta’s blouse, pulling its sleeves down her arms, with only the shortest moment where Sangeeta had to take her hand off her vibrator, or away from her clitoris. Then she reached around behind Sangeeta to undo the strap, managing to press her own body hard up against Sangeeta’s as she did so. As she pulled the straps off Sangeeta’s shoulders, and the cups away from Sangeeta’s breasts, Angela managed to stroke Sangeeta’s body, spending a lot of time on her breasts. When the bra was finally lying on the floor, Angela had her crotch pressed firmly against Sangeeta’s thigh, rubbing herself back and forth to stimulate her clitoris as Sangeeta finally brought herself to an orgasm.

They lay there for a while, their orgasms slowly receding, then Sangeeta pulled the still buzzing vibrator from her vagina and said “I’ve got to get some sleep. I’ve got work tomorrow.”

New Lingerie
The following night they went out to another bar. Now she knew her sizes, Angela had gone out and bought Sangeeta more lingerie, and even more revealing clothes.

“How am I going to explain them to my husband when I get home?” said Sangeeta, standing in front of Angela modelling her new set of lingerie. The dark green lacy bra, panties and suspender belt set went with the black stockings, making her look and feel sexier than she had in years. “He’s going to wonder why I needed all these new clothes, but I can’t wear these at home. Everyone will think I’m a slut.”

“Then I’ll look after them,” said Angela, standing in front of Sangeeta in her own new lingerie set. Angela thought the dark pink was very attractive, and the bra made as much as possible of the little she had. “You can get them off me when you go off to conferences, or away on trips.”

“And I need to pay you for them, he’ll notice the money on my bank statement.

“Don’t worry, we’ll sort out the money,” said Angela.

4. Angela Teaches Sangeeta Group Sex

Her First Orgy
The night had been shorter than Sangeeta had expected. A few drinks in a bar full of women all dressed as sluttily as Angela and her, before Angela dragged her home with some new guys she found. They weren’t as young as the first guys they’d taken home, but better dressed.

Both guys fucked both women, swapping between mouth and pussy and back again, from Sangeeta to Angela, and back again. The guys swung them around in all sorts of positions. One man was fucking Sangeeta’s mouth, she was kneeling in front of him with his hands behind her head, letting him drive his cock in to her mouth and down her throat, making her choke and gag, until she remembered tricks about swallowing. Finally he thrust into her mouth and came, making her swallow all his semen before he pulled his penis out of her mouth. Angela was straddling the second man, who was watching his friend fuck Sangeeta’s mouth. When the first guy finished, the second pulled out of Angela and went over to Sangeeta, to fuck her mouth too, except at the last moment he pulled out of her mouth and jacked off all over Sangeeta’s face. Angela crawled over and licked Sangeeta clean.

They finally ended up as one big four-way fuck. Firstly one of them fucked Sangeeta’s tits, and Angela sucked the tip of his cock, while the other guy fucked Angela doggy style. Angela ended up taking nearly simultaneous loads in her mouth and her pussy. Then they changed so Sangeeta was riding a guy’s cock, while Angela licked his shaft as it disappeared in and out of Sangeeta, or sucked his balls, all the time tasting Sangeeta’s juices. The other man started fingering Angela’s asshole, before pushing his cock into her loosened hole.

They finally ended up on the couch in a sandwich, with first Angela and then Sangeeta taking cocks in both their pussy and ass at the same time, while eating the other woman. Sangeeta had never been used like this, but found she enjoyed being sandwiched between the two men, licking Angela’s pussy, tasting Angela, and sucking the men’s cum out of her friend. Sangeeta took the final loads, both guys reaching their peak at the same time as Angela orgasmed

They crawled off to bed, with Sangeeta getting fucked a couple more times during the night. Listening to the sounds from Angela’s room, she had carried on in there too.

Finally at seven, Sangeeta got up and had a shower. When she walked back to her room she saw Angela was lying on her front, with one guy fucking her asshole, and the second man fucking his ass. Sangeeta was a bit shocked by the display of homosexuality.

Double Penetrated
Evenings followed much the same pattern, with the women visiting bars and finding men to take home – sometimes one, mostly two, and occasionally three or four. The sex sessions varied, sometimes for a couple of hours then the men left having filled Angela and Sangeeta with their cum, other times they went all night.

Sangeeta always found night long sessions the most enjoyable as she got to try all sorts of different positions and combinations of partners. Her favourite was the time she ended up lowering herself onto a guy sitting on the couch, taking his penis in her vagina. She sat on him, facing away from him which let her see what was happening in the rest of the room. After a few minutes one of the guys walked over and stood in front of her, stroking his hard cock. Sangeeta was ready to suck his cock, or for him to blow his load all over her face and tits. Instead he knelt between her legs and stretched her pussy wide when he pushed his cock into her vagina. It surprised Sangeeta to begin with, but she soon realised she enjoyed the sensation even more than having her pussy and ass fucked at the same time.

The third guy had just given Angela a load of his cum, and so while he recovered Angela came over and sat on the couch beside Sangeeta, and began sucking on her nipples, which only added to Sangeeta’s enjoyment of the experience. This sight got the third guy aroused again, and he started fucking Sangeeta’s face, before switching back to Angela’s pussy. Sangeeta felt one of the guys cum inside her, all the extra lubrication making their cocks slide more freely. The guys both kept fucking for a few more strokes before the one who had cum inside Sangeeta pulled out and stood up so he could offer her his softening but cum covered cock first to Angela, who sucked it to taste his cum and Sangeeta’s pussy, then to Sangeeta. Sangeeta loved how her pussy was still being fucked, her nipples were being sucked, and she had a cock in her mouth. She stretched her hand out to find Angela’s pussy, rubbing her clitoris while the guy was fucking her, quickly bringing Angela to an orgasm.

The guy took this chance to pull out of Angela, and switch to Sangeeta, putting two cocks in her vagina for a second time. Once Angela started rubbing her clitoris, it didn’t take long before Sangeeta was cumming, orgasm following orgasm. This made the men unload. The one fucking Sangeeta’s mouth pulled out, and jacked off onto her face. His semen went onto her lips, cheek and into her hair. The guy kneeling in front of her and fucking her pussy decided it was time too, standing up and masturbating, blasting more sperm on her face. He carefully controlled where his cum went, getting some in Sangeeta’s mouth, some on her cheeks and eyes, and the last onto her breasts, which Angela quickly licked up. The third pulled out of Sangeeta, then rearranged the girls so they had their cheeks pressed together, both faces creating a single target which he proceeded to cover in his sperm. Angela licked Sangeeta’s face clean.

The only thing Sangeeta would have changed was getting the third guy to cum in her pussy. Then she would have made Angela suck all that cum out of her.

5. Sangeeta & Angela Go Lesbian

On the nights they didn’t go out, it was sex toys, or inserting things into each other like bananas, bottles, even the candles from the dining room. Sangeeta found it strange to have fruit pushed into her vagina, but since Angela always ended up between her thighs, eating the banana out of her pussy she didn’t mind. The bottles were a challenge between the women with each competing to see how much they could take inside.

“You really love pussy,” Sangeeta said one night. Angela’s head was buried between Sangeeta’s thighs, and she was running her hands through Angela’s hair after a particularly wild orgasm.

Strap-on Dildo
Another evening Sangeeta found a new toy at home. “It’s a strap on,” said Angela. “So a woman can fuck another woman.”

Sangeeta took it from her and said “I’m going to try that out,” running her hand along its length. Angela expected to fuck Sangeeta with the strap on, and was surprised to see Sangeeta take off her skirt and panties then buckle the rubber cock on. “I’ve always wanted to be on the other end of a cock.”

Angela ended up on the couch, her skirt around her hips, her little g-string pulled to one side with Sangeeta guiding the rubber cock inside her. Angela put her hands on Sangeeta’s ass, pulling her forward into her body. As Sangeeta started rhythmically thrusting into her body, Angela’s hands wandered, pushing up Sangeeta’s top so she could play with her boobs, undoing her bra so she could cup the soft breasts. Finally she took Sangeeta’s top and off entirely allowing her to stare at the soft brown breasts, topped with stiff nipples.

Sangeeta enjoyed the control, speeding up or slowing down, suddenly stabbing the rubber cock deeply into Angela and watching the reaction on her face. She put Angela’s legs over her shoulders, like some men had done to her, letting her push even deeper into Angela’s wide open vagina, finally making her orgasm.

At the end of their sex session, Sangeeta leant forward, and gave Angela a long kiss, more passionate than other kisses, which had mostly been to swap cum when a man had cum in one of their mouths.

Sangeeta broke away from the kiss. “I never thought I was a lesbian, but it seems I am.”

“You fuck too many men to be a lesbian.”

“So even though you have sex with women, you don’t think you’re a lesbian?”

“Oh no,” said Angela.

Angela’s Leaving, but Yvette and Jasima are Arriving
It had been a long day at the university, and Sangeeta was thinking about the night in front of her. Angela was leaving the following afternoon, and no doubt they would end up picking up more men for sex. It had been great fun, but she also felt kind of guilty about the whole experience. Having her skirt round her hips while a stranger fucked her, sucking cum out of Angela’s pussy, having three guys taking her at the same time, and skewering Angela on the strap on dildo had all been great fun, but Sangeeta wondered if she was becoming some sort of slut.

Yvette arrived in a few days. Yvette was pretty, and would have no trouble finding men, but she was also happily married, so Sangeeta couldn’t imagine her doing anything like this while she was here. Fortunately Yvette was here for work, as it meant Yvette would stay in a hotel instead of in the apartment. Maybe if Yvette had a few early nights Sangeeta could sneak out on the town and find a man.

It was a pity wasn’t staying with her though. Sangeeta would have liked to see more of Yvette’s body, and that would have been more likely if she’d stayed in the apartment. She thought about fucking Yvette too. Sex with Angela had opened Sangeeta up to the possibilities of sex with other women, and Yvette was high on her list.

Then her sister would arrive near the end of Yvette’s stay, Jasima would stay in the apartment, but having Jasima around meant she wouldn’t be able to go out and find men.

6. Sangeeta’s First Time with a Couple

Making Amateur Porn
The apartment had been carefully arranged when Sangeeta arrived home. All of the sex toys lying on the coffee table, and Angela and Sangeeta’s cameras set up around the room. Sangeeta wasn’t sure about photographing herself with no clothes on, or having sex, but maybe a few photos of Angela would be fun.

When Angela walked into the room she was wearing the dark pink lace lingerie she’d bought while she was in Prague, matched with brown silk stockings, and red high heeled shoes. Sangeeta had to admit Angela did look sexy.

Sangeeta kissed Angela, and put her hand on her ass. “So just the two of us tonight,” said Sangeeta.

“No, I’ve got some people coming around soon. They want to do something a bit kinky.”

“Kinkier than we’ve done so far? What did you want to do?”

“Not kinkier than we’ve done, kinkier than they’ve done before. It’s the guy’s birthday.”

“So he wants to have sex with two women? Or does he want to watch us have sex? Or is he coming over with a group of his friends? Or what?”

“No, not like that. His wife has organised it. He’s always wanted to watch his wife have sex with another woman, so we’re going to start with that. Then he wants to screw one of us while we’re going down on each other, and to finish his wife is going to peg him. It’s something his wife has always wanted to do, but he doesn’t know about it.”

“Why the cameras?”

“She wants to have a record of the whole thing. She says they often record themselves having sex, and don’t want to miss out on recording tonight. I picked her up while I was down by the lake while you were at work. She took me back to her place and I got to see some of them.”

“Did you fuck her then?” asked Sangeeta.

“Yes, she said she wanted to make sure I was the right person for tonight. And when I told her about you, she had to have us for the birthday surprise. Have a shower and get changed. They’ll be here soon.”

“Kind of early?” said Sangeeta.

“Yes, but they wanted to go out afterwards for a family thing. Part of the kink is that you wear a sari too.”

After a quick shower, Sangeeta dressed in her favourite dark green lace lingerie, topped by a sari. She put on make-up, and was sitting on the couch beside Angela by the time there was a knock at the door

“I think that’s them now, said Angela as she stood up and walked to the door. “Start the cameras and just take control. I’ve set them up, and all you have to do is press go.”

Angela isn’t a Lesbian
Angela opened the door, revealing a middle aged couple. The man was clearly shocked at the sight of a nearly naked woman opening, while the woman leant forward and kissed Angela hard on the mouth.

All three walked into the centre of the lounge room, and Sangeeta guided the man to the couch, sitting him down where he would have a good view, then started the cameras recording. She sat beside the man who was watching his wife passionately kiss Angela. The woman paused and said “You’ve always wanted to watch me with another woman, and tonight you’re going to get your chance,” before she resumed kissing Angela.

Angela had the woman undressed quickly, kissing her, and pulling her down to the floor. They kept kissing, and Angela reached for one of the vibrators, which she used on the woman, pressing it against her clitoris, then inside her. They got into a sixty nine position, with Angela on top, drilling the woman with the vibrator, while getting her own pussy eaten out. The woman fumbled around on the coffee table, and ended up with the large blue dildo that she used on Angela.

The man put his hand between Sangeeta’s thighs, then pulled up the hem so he could slide his hand up her leg and press it against her panty covered crotch, which he then rubbed. Sangeeta was sure he would feel her wetness through the green lace material. Sangeeta pressed her hand against his crotch, rubbing his dick, making it hard. She unzipped his trousers and pulled them down along with his shorts, stroking his cock directly.

The woman had her tongue against Angela’s clitoris, the dildo driving in and out, which together gave Angela an orgasm. Angela responded by driving the vibrator in and out of the woman, then getting the vibrating egg off the table so she could press it against her clitoris. The woman pressed her face into Angela’s crotch, then wrapped her arms around her waist, moaning and screaming into Angela’s groin while she orgasmed.

After her orgasms had subsided, Angela turned around and started kissing the woman, and sucking on her nipples.

Sangeeta is a Lesbian
“Your turn now Sangeeta,” Angela said, glancing up. “Use the strap on. You’re great when you use that.”

Sangeeta started undoing the sari, when Angela said “No, just take off your panties. They want to fuck you while you’re dressed up like that.”

She wasn’t sure why she needed to wear a sari while having sex, but Sangeeta pulled down her panties and pulled on the harness. The skirt of the sari was pulled up over the strap on dildo. The woman was lying on her back, watching the dildo move up and down as Sangeeta walked to her. The woman spread her legs, and Sangeeta knelt down between them, pushing the tip into the vagina that Angela had already loosened up with the vibrator.

Sangeeta pushed further inside her, then lowered herself down and started kissing the woman while she fucked her. The thick dildo stretched the woman, and Sangeeta knew the length would be a challenge too. She positioned herself so that each stroke was of the maximum possible length, and the woman put her hands on Sangeeta’s ass, pulling her in as far as she could.

To her surprise, Sangeeta felt someone behind her, moving the straps of the dildo she was wearing, and then pushing something into her pussy. At first she thought it was Angela with a vibrator or dildo, but then she realised it was the man. It was so arousing for Sangeeta, giving dildo to the woman, and at the same time taking cock from the man.

Angela grabbed one of the cameras, and started filming a close up of where the three of them were joined by two cocks in two vaginas.

The two cocks got into a rhythm. As Sangeeta pushed forward into the woman, the guy pulled back, so that when Sangeeta pulled out from the woman, the man thrust into her. She loved looking into the woman’s eyes while she plunged into her, watching the reaction as she hit her cervix with the end of the dildo, and at the same time feeling a hard cock inside her own body.

“I thought you just wanted to watch me screw your wife, and then fuck Angela and me as a three some” said Sangeeta, glancing back to the man behind her.

“Yes, but after watching the first woman, I couldn’t hold back when I saw you start on my wife,” said the man. “I’ve never had an Indian before, and your ass looks good so I couldn’t wait.”

He kept thrusting, slowly getting faster as Sangeeta increased her speed with the woman. Angela positioned herself so her pussy was pressed to the woman’s face. While the woman licked her vagina and clitoris, Sangeeta sucked on Angela’s nipples. Angela always loved this sort of arrangement, with one woman eating her pussy, and another sucking her nipples. The only thing that would have improved it was a pussy pressed to her own face so she could eat that. She always enjoyed the orgies on hockey trips, or breaking in the new girls on the team. Already aroused Angela quickly came, covering the woman’s face in her juices.

“Angela, can you get a vibrator or egg on the woman’s clit,” said Sangeeta. “I want to watch her cum.”

Sangeeta felt the vibrator every time she thrust forward, the feeling made her more excited to, and she tried to position herself so that the vibrator pressed against her own clitoris when she was pressed against the woman. She loved the feeling so much, she started shorter thrusts so that she didn’t lose contact with the vibrator. Finally the woman grabbed her shoulders, and pulled Sangeeta hard against her so she could kiss her. After a moment Sangeeta pulled back, thrusting as fast as she could, and watched the woman orgasm.

Pegging
The man pulled out of her without cumming, and moved over to Angela where he got his cock licked before starting to fuck her.

“Now fuck him,” said the woman. “His ass is ready for it.”

“What?”

“Yes, fuck his ass. Do it while he’s screwing your friend.”

“I thought you were going to do it?”

“Yes, but you did such a good job on me I want him to experience it too.”

Angela saw Sangeeta walking over, and knew what was going to happen, so she pulled the man’s buttocks apart. Sangeeta got behind him, lined up on her target, grabbed his hips and drove straight in, giving the man six inches in the first thrust. He flinched and yelled when the dildo drove into him, so Sangeeta gave him two more inches.

“Oh,” he moaned. “I’ve never done this before.”

“Yes,” his wife replied. “It’s all part of your special birthday present. You knew about the two women, and this is something else I came up with. Something you’ll never forget.”

Sangeeta started fucking him with long strokes so that the tip of the dildo nearly came out, then plunging back into his ass, giving him all of the length of the dildo. She felt him relax, and so started to fuck him faster.

His wife insisted on re-arranging them, pulling his cock out of Angela so she could get him onto his back, getting him to turn on Sangeeta’s dildo as if he was on a roasting spit. He ended up with his legs over Sangeeta’s shoulders, and she restarted her pounding of his ass. Angela and his wife worked on his cock, using their hands and their mouths to stimulate him. The woman used her free hand to caress Sangeeta, putting her hand inside Sangeeta’s sari so she could stroke her breasts. Sangeeta could see the look of pleasure on his face, as the women brought him closer and closer to orgasm. He started grunting and finally shot a large load of sperm, cum landing on Angela’s face, and his wife’s hand. While they licked his cum, Sangeeta pulled out and sucked his cock using her hand to squeeze the last of the cum into her mouth.

His wife kissed him, and said “There, a birthday present to remember. We better get going so we can get to your party on time.”

Sangeeta layback, her head resting on Angela’s lap, and watched them get dressed, the woman putting the cameras into her handbag.

The woman came over and kissed them both, discretely giving Angela an envelope as she did so. “That’s the address of the party if you want to come along later on in the evening. I’m sure you’ll find its worth your while.”

You’re a Prostitute
“What’s in the envelope?” asked Sangeeta when they left.

“A little thank you.”

“What do you mean?”

“Because of all the kinky depraved things we just did, she gave us a little present to say thank you.”

“So, what is it?”

Angela opened the envelope and peered inside. “About 1000 Swiss francs.”

“What!”

“Well, it should be a thousand. That’s what we agreed.”

“You mean you had sex for money?”

“No, we had sex for money. Most of those men we had sex with paid us.

“I’d never do something like that.”

“You already have. The first guys were just pick ups to get you used to fucking around. We’ve been paid ever since the day we went out shopping and got you that sexy red lingerie and that new dress.”

“What happened to the money?”

“Well, part went on your lingerie and dresses, and part on the sex toys. The rest we split. I’ll get your share.”

Angela got up and walked into her room, quickly coming back with a thick envelope. She gave it to Sangeeta who had gotten up, taken off the strap on, and was now sitting on the couch.

“There’s a note that shows how much we made, and how much we spent. Didn’t I say not to worry about the money? You’ve made a big profit.”

Sangeeta was trying to quickly count the money. She realised there were thousands of francs. Instead of worrying about explaining big credit card bills, now she was going to have to explain all this extra money.

“My husband is going to wonder about all this money,” said Sangeeta.

“Just open an account over here. You can get the money when you want with an ATM card. Use it when you want to spoil yourself.”

“What will you do with your money?”

“I normally use to pay for holidays, then do tricks while I’m on the trip to help top up the account.”

“But I’m not a prostitute.”

“Think about it however you want. This is your share, and you’ve done a great job. The way you ass fucked that guy tonight was great.”

7. Angela Gives Sangeeta a Farewell Strap-on Fuck

They didn’t go to the party, and instead Sangeeta and Angela spent the night together in Sangeeta’s bed. In the morning Sangeeta got Angela to put on the strap and screw her. This was the first time Sangeeta had been on the receiving end of the strap on, and she enjoyed the way Angela screwed her.

They went to the airport, and Sangeeta watched Angela check in. They had a long farewell kiss just before Angela went into immigration and security.

Sangeeta thought about how she would be out here in a few days to meet Yvette.

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Becky’s dilemma

“Mom, I’m done, can I be excused?” Sophie didn’t wait for an answer before grabbing Becky upstairs.

“I don’t want to do this anymore, Soph.” Becky said unconvincingly as they sat on Sophie bed.

“If it feels good, why not?” Sophie argued. She wanted to pick up where they left off before her man-child cousin interrupted. She reached up and rubbed her own nipples again. She shivered again.

Sophie stepped closed and reached out but Becky took a step back, held there for a moment then forward again, like she changed her mind. Sophie lightly parted Becky’s folded arms and saw the nipples were ready to be played with again.

Instead of reaching for them, Sophie eased Becky’s swimsuit straps and exposed her under-developed chest. She’d seen them a million times before, but oh, never like this.

Becky’s body glistened with pink blush. Her nipples were dark from the rushing blood. Becky closed her eyes to accept the oncoming pleasures from her BFF.

Sophie cupped Becky’s small breasts. Becky’s nipples tickled her palm as she caressed her breasts. Becky breathy moans grew louder and Sophie felt her own blushing face flushed with heat.

Becky reached out her freckled arms and touched Sophie’s bikini top. Her friend let out a small moan as she cupped these full soft breasts. Sophie’s nipples weren’t as big as her own, but the electric shock waves were equally intense.

The girls closed their eyes to enjoy each other’s sweet torture. Their bodies jerked and jolted with the waves and their moans and breaths became short and intense.

Shy Becky was the one who started exploring. She parted the curls from her face and loosened the knot on Sophie’s bikini bottom. Her girlish fingers played with her best friend’s pubic hair and found them moist as she was sure hers was equally wet.

She had experienced her own womanhood only once before and her friend guided her, “oh god, Becky, oh Becky! keep going, go a little lower!’

Her fingers went along the reddiesh patch and found Sophie’s swollen clit completely soaked in thick love lotion.

Sophie’s body convulsed and jerked as Becky’s fingers moved up and down along the slit. ‘oh god, Becky!’

Becky let go of the embrace to kneel behind her friend. She reached around for her clit. Her other hand found a nipple and brushed it fast. Sophie was in heaven again with bucking hips and flailing hair. Becky closed her eyes to enjoy her friend’s moans. She liked being in control.

‘Becky, stop, I’m going to pee!’

‘No you are not, and I’m not stopping’ Becky had heard of the word ‘cum,’ but wasn’t quite sure what it was. She wanted her lover to find out.

Her hand moved even faster now. Suddenly Sophie got quiet then let out a scream. Becky knew she had taken her friend to a place she’d like to visit real soon.

“Hey, what the hell are you doing in there?” Adam banged on the door.

“uhhhh…nothing! Hold on! Don’t come in!” The girls were back to being girls again.

On the other side of the door Adams heard loud scrambling and could swear Sophie said, “where is my bikini bottom?”

He smirked to himself. He had fantasized about girls but never his little cousins!

If he was honest he would admit that he has been jerking off more to Sophie than Aunt Lauren since last winter; since Sophie’s tits got bigger by the week.

“Hey, is my towel in there? I need to shower!” he shouted into the door.

“I don’t know! I’m not your maid!”

“It’s that blue one. Can I come in to look?”

He heard Becky’s giggles then “sure, come on in.”

All seemed normal but the girls’ hair were beyond messy and there was a musty smell in the air.

“What were you doing in here? Were you wrestling? Why were you screaming?!” He pretended ignorance and pressed hard.

“Not exactly wrestling, but we WERE screaming.” The girls giggled into each other’s eyes.

“Whatever, here’s your towel.” Becky bent over. Her cute ass was in his full view. The wet patch between her legs was way too obvious to ignore.

“And why were you listening?” Sophie demanded. Adam knew she wasn’t as upset as she pretended to sound
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“Umm…I wasn’t listening….I wanted my towel.”

“And you waited until we were done, did you?” Becky chimed in. Adam called this “The double barrel” and he hated it when both girls fired at him at once.

“What do you have in your pocket?” Becky pointed at his crotch.

Adam looked down, his boner was bursting thru this swim trunks.

Before he answered Sophie approached, “we want to see it!”

“it’s nothing, you don’t want to know!” god, Becky is making him so horny!

“We want to see it!” Becky demanded again.

Sophie didn’t wait and reached her hand in his pocket. She touched his beefy rod and took her hand back quickly.

“What was that?!” She shouted and rubbed her hand as if she had touched poison.

Becky smirked, “It’s Adam’s friend!” She did mocking air quotes.

“Where did you learn that, Bean Pole?” Adam asked in amusement.

“I told you to never call me that again!” Becky threw a pillow at him. There was a bit of venom in that.

Adam turned to Sophie, “Stop playing, you’re my cousin, I’m not gonna show you my wiener!”

“But you, Bean Pole,” he turned to Becky, “I can show.”

Becky’s face turned beet red. After all, she’d only heard this sort of thing through school girl giggles. Now she’s getting a chance to see the real thing, was she ready for it? Was will she do with it?

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Magic Wands, so to speak part IV(a Harry Potter story)

Harry awoke the next morning to a sharp jab in the ribs from Ginny. He grumbled a bit and sat up. “What, what is it?” “Get up! We have to get to the Quidditch pitch, the game is going to start in ten minutes. Why haven’t you gotten up and dressed?” “Well, I did get kind of worn out, last night.” “Oh, hush! Now get up!”
He got up and dressed in record speed, and they walked down to the pitch. The game as against Slytherin, their arch-rivals. The team they had assembled looked completely pre-historic. Crabbe and Goyle as beaters, three unknown second years as chasers, and Pansy Parkinson as the seeker. They had a huge fifth year as keeper. Harry had Ginny, Demelza, and Dean as chasers, Seamus and Neville as the new beaters, and of course Ron as the keeper. As they game began they shot up into the air, Harry keeping his eyes peeled for the snitch so he could end the match early. While he was searching the Slytherins scored four goals while Ginny and Demelza each only had one. He saw something glittering flash past his right ear. He turned in the direction and sped off, crouching low against the handle of his Firebolt. He got closer and closer to it, zigzagging back and forth across the pitch, ducking around flying players and bludgers. Parkinson screeched toward the snitch bumping Harry to the side. She leered at him, “Potter its time for you to go down, it’s all your fault my Draco is gone.” “No your Draco abandoned you for the Dark Lord.” He kicked hard to the side, steering her hard into the bleachers and then down to the ground. He grabbed the snitch and the game was over, Griffindor 220 to Slytherin 50. They flew down to the ground and landed all around Harry as he held the snitch aloft. Hermione came down to them, grabbing Ron by the arm pulling him underneath the nearest set of bleachers. “Ronald, I understand what happened, but you still did it with Lavender. You are going to have to work extra hard to get me back in bed. To start we are going for a little walk after you change…alone. Now hurry up!” she said giving him a little shove.
Ron took his time getting changed worried about what might happen. He was the last one to leave the changing room and when he exited Hermione was waiting outside impatiently. “I told you to hurry up! Let’s go!” she said, grabbing his arm and pulling, almost wrenching his arm out of the socket. She led him down around the lake and towards the edge of the Dark Forest. “W…w…we’re not going in there, are we?” “Of course not,” she said as an unknown auror walked by, giving them a stern look. Once the auror was out of sight they continued on along the forest’s edge. They walked all the way around, coming up behind Hagrid’s cabin, by the hippogriff’s pen. There was only one in there, the one formerly called Buckbeak, now Witherwings. They approached slowly and bowed, not breaking eye contact, until he in turn bowed to them. They walked up to him and began to pet him softly, not saying a word to each other. Buckbeak stood up and nudged them with his head until they were standing together. He then leaned his front down inclining his head towards his back. “Do you think he wants us to…?” He helped her on and then got on behind her, wrapping his arm around her waist. Buckbeak took a running start and launched himself into the air, flapping his huge wings. They circled the castle once and began to descend in the field in front of Hagrid’s hut, as he had just come out. They landed softly and he leaned down allowing them to slide off. Hagrid walked over and Buckbeak just nudged his nose into his pocket searching for his favorite snacks, ferrets. “Aye, it was you two? I wen’ ou’ ter see im an he waz gone. Glad he’s back though, got a lil worried.” “We didn’t mean to worry you Hagrid, we were out walked and before we knew it we were at the pen. We did exactly what you told us to do and he allowed us to come closer and then sort of pushed us together and gestured for us to climb on for a ride.” “I see. Well hippogriffs can sense all sorts o’ things, like when two young folks in love are havin’ a row.” “But Hagrid, how…” Hermione asked. “Not much goes on in the castle tha’ I don’t know bout.” he said with a smile. “You’d best be getting back to the castle though, them aurors are gonna be lookin’ to close them doors soon.” They said goodbye to Hagrid and Buckbeak and ran up to the castle, getting in just before the doors closed. “Cutting it right close weren’t you?” sneered Argus Filtch, holding the keys in his hand. “Yes but as you can see we are in before curfew so we’ll be going.” Ron said with a sneer of his own. They went up the steps to the Griffindor common room to change before dinner.
While Ron and Hermione were on their little walk Harry and Ginny were snuggled cozily next to a crackling fire in the Room of Requirement. Harry had thought up the idea for the rooms design and when the door appeared he led her inside. They were laying there together, Ginny’s back against his chest, his arms around her. Harry was lightly nibbling on the back of Ginny’s neck, making her moan softly. While he was kissing her his fingers were deftly unbuttoning her shirt. Once he had her shirt completely unbuttoned he slid his hands from her stomach up to her sternum, leaving a trail of goose-bumps. He pulled the shirt off her shoulders running his hands down to her breasts, cupping them in his hands. She mewed softly and tilted her head back, her eyes closed. She loved the feel of his hands squeezing her breasts and the way his palms rubbed against her nipples, causing them to harden to the size of pencil erasers. She titled her head back even further when his fingertips traced over her nipples. When she did she raised her whole body, causing her to slide back down over Harry’s growing cock, making his groan as well. He turned her onto her back and began to kiss down her shoulder and collarbone and slowly down to her breasts. He stopped there looking up at her. Her eyes pleading before she whispered breathlessly, “Please Harry, don’t tease me…” He lowered his head to one of her breast, slowly licking, sucking and kissing all over it. Then he sucked her nipple into his mouth and held it there, running his tongue back and forth over it. She moaned and writhed under the movements of his tongue. He began to nibble on it and gently pulled on it caused her to give off a little squeal of pleasure. He then proceeded to the other one doing the same thing with the same results. When he was done he looked up at her again and she had a smile on her face. He started to kiss down her stomach, but she stopped him, flipping him over. She pulled his shirt forcefully over his head and ran her hands of his chest, which was starting to become much more muscular (Harry had started fighting back against Dudley when he used him as a target). She trailed her fingers across his abs and down to his waist. She unbuttoned his pants and unzipped the zipper, releasing his throbbing member. She reached down and tried to wrap her hand around it, but was unable to, as usual. She slowly began to rub it up and down, licking the space between her thumb and fingers. She then began to lick back and forth across the tip of his dick. He moaned and she slowly began to lower her mouth over his massive head and down over the shaft. He moaned even more as she forced her mouth farther down, his head slipping down the back of her throat. She pulled back off and began to work on a smaller section, working her magic. He groaned and his eyes started to roll back in his head and his body tensed up. “Oh Ginny…” was all he could manage before he exploded the first blast to the back of her throat. She swallows as fast as she could and almost choked, not missing a drop. When Harry came back to his senses he pulled her up to where she was level with him again. He then inched his way down and grabbed his wand, pointing it at her pants. The button unbuttoned and the zipper moved down as her pants and thong slid down and off of her, folding themselves in a pile. Harry leaned his head down blowing across her pulsing clit and over her wet slit. She whimpered, thrusting her hips up trying to get his tongue on her. When she did that he pulled his head back teasing her, making her whimper again. He began to kiss around the edges of her pussy, her body writhing around, “Please Harry,” she begged in a hoarse whisper. He smiled and planted a kiss right on her clit, causing her jolt around violently, as she orgasmed. Her body, trembled a shook for several minutes afterwards, then when they subsided, “Keep going please!” she demanded running her hands through his hair as she pulled his head back down. He began running his tongue back and forth from her clit to her hole. Each pass he’d let his tongue slide into her a little deeper. He started rubbing her clit with one hand and darting his tongue in and out of her. With his other hand he began teasing one of her nipples. He kept his tongue out and began moving his head back and forth, tongue-fucking her. Ginny’s body couldn’t take the over-stimulation, she let out a strangled little cry and started to shake more violently then before, bathing Harry’s tongue, face and hair with her cum. Harry wiped off his face and waited for her to return to her senses. When her eyes opened she grabbed him and pulled his face to hers, kissing him intensely. She didn’t say anything, the look she gave him said everything that needed to be said. She grabbed his cock, stroking it quickly a few times and got up on her hands and knees. He slowly moved towards her pussy, entering her with one steady stroke. When she gave a little shove back at him he began slowly pumping in and out of her, getting faster steadily. She stopped him after a few minutes of strong thrusts, pulling away from him. She leaned even farther down on her chest, spreading her butt cheeks, “Come on Harry, hurry up,” she growled. He moved forward and placed his cock head against her tiny star. He started pushing and since his cock was so wet from her pussy he slid in easily. Her face was temporarily a mask of pain, then she started pushing back at him, “Easy and slow,” she said her hands gripping the sheets they were laying on. He began to increase the speed and she was growling low in her throat, twisting the sheets between her fingers. After a few minutes her body went rigid again, cumming. Her ass was clenching down on his cock and he yelled as he came in her ass. He collapsed on top of her twitching body, completely out of breath. Slowly his cock deflated and slipped from her stretched hole. He rolled to the side and lay down next to her. She moved back against him and laid her head down. Within a few minutes they were asleep, Ginny’s head on his chest.

Ron and Hermione had changed and gone down to the dining hall and sat at their table. They noticed that besides Harry and Ginny, Dean, Seamus and Lavender were all missing as well. Ron and Hermione whispered amongst themselves about this fact. “They probably off somewhere together, but where could the other three be.” “Good!” said Hermione angrily. He slid his arm around her while the plates disappeared and everyone slowly filed out of the Great Hall.

Up in a secret room off the main staircase to the boy’s dormitory, Dean, Seamus, and Lavender were up to their own ‘activities’. The two boys were seated on either side of her and Dean was kissing her, while Seamus was pulling her shirt off, running his hands down over her breasts. She mewed softly at their attentions. They both lowered their heads each beginning to suck on a nipple. She threw her head back and moaned. Dean slid his hand down to her pants and unbuttoned her pants. He slid his hand down into her panties, rubbing her clit, while Seamus ran his hand down onto her butt, rubbing her little star. She ran her hands to their crotches, gently dragging her nails along the outlines of their cocks. She suppressed a gasp as she felt the size of Seamus’s dick. It was much bigger than Dean’s and a bit thicker than Ron’s, she couldn’t wait to have it inside her tight hole. She undid their pants pulling their members out, stroking them. She began to alternate sucking and stroking each one of them. Hey rearranged themselves on the bed; She was laying on her back with Dean in the 69 position with her. She was sucking his cock while he was licking her clit and Seamus was driving his tongue into her hole furiously. She moaned around the dick in her mouth. She started to buck and cum shot out of her splashing both guys. She raised up onto her hands and knees, her butt pointed at Dean. She pushed his cock into her as she wrapped her mouth around Seamus’s pole. She was bobbing her head up and down while fake moaning for Dean’s sake. She thrust back at Dean making his cum quickly. She then turned around pointing her ass at Seamus, while taking Dean’s flaccid penis in her mouth. Seamus shoved his cock into her tight pussy with one solid thrust, burying himself to the balls. She moaned loudly and started thrusting her self back at him, completely forgetting about Dean. Dean had become hard again and whispered in her ear and she nodded. She pulled away from Seamus pushing him onto the bed on his back. She then straddled him pushing herself down onto his cock . She then held still while Dean pushed himself into her tight ass. She moaned felling incredibly full. They didn’t wait for her to get adjusted to them and began pistoning in and out of her holes. As one pulled out of her the other thrust into her, keeping her body in motion. She was lost in the throes of her orgasm, her eyes crossing then rolling into her head, her mouth open and drooling. Dean came first, filling her as and then rolling off the bed, falling asleep. Seamus slowed down waiting for her to regain some sense. When she came back down she saw that she was still on top of him and his cock was still pulsating inside her. She looked over and saw that Dean was passed out. She gripped Seamus and rolled so he was on top of her. “Fuck me, fuck me hard!’ He didn’t need to be told twice as he started thrusting hard, driving his cock in and out of her pussy, his balls slapping her ass wetly. “Oh god…oh…yes…You’re so much better than Dean.” she said as she trembled and came again. He raised her legs up onto his shoulders, forcing himself deeper. She was moaning and babbling incoherently now, the pleasure too much. Seamus groaned loud as he finally shot his load into her still spasming pussy. Dean started pulling himself onto the bed, Lavender looked over at him, “Get lost Dean, Seamus is so much better than you. I don’t have to fake it with him. He knows what he’s doing, unlike you. Bye.” She waved her wand and he was whisked out of the room quickly. She cuddled up against Seamus and fell into a full and truly contented sleep.

Harry woke up looking at his watch, gasping. “it was well past curfew and Ginny was still sound asleep. He tried waking her but was unable to. He did a quick check of the Marauder’s Map, to make sure it was safe. He quickly dressed and gathered Ginny’s clothes, pulled on his Invisibility Cloak and carried her back to the dormitory. The Fat Lady was angry for being woken up but swung open for them to enter. There was only one person in the common and Harry was glad to see it was Hermione. She walked over and helped get her dressed and she helped up to her bed. When she returned she walked over to Harry, “You really shouldn’t miss meals, it would look very suspicious if you two keep missing mealtimes.” “Yeah I know its just Ginny wanted to and she was happy about passing a major exam. She…” He was cut off when Hermione kissed him quickly. “What?” “I’ve been waiting for you to get back. I’m punishing Ron for that whole Lavender mess, so I sent him to bed. I think I’m really only punishing myself.” Without another word she grabbed Harry by his crotch and dragged him up the stairs to her Head Girl room. Once inside she shoved him on the bed and pulled her night-robe off and jumped on him. She forcefully yanked his shirt off and flicked her wand at his pants causing the belt and pants to unfasten and come off, folding themselves on her dresser. She couldn’t wait any longer and forced herself down on his shaft which was still growing back to its full mass. She groaned as she rocked back and forth on it, feeling it become steely-hard again. Once it was she began to ride him slowly, grinding against him on each down motion. Harry placed his hands on her hips but she pulled them off and placed them on her breasts. He started kneading them firmly, pulling on her nipples, eliciting sharp yelps of pleasure. She started bucking faster and started to groan like an animal. She started thrashing around more wildly, her head tossing from side to side, the brown locks going in every direction. She slowed to almost a stop and then looked up at him, “Well I’m not doing all the work,” she said, grabbing him and rolling over. He started thrusting slowly in and out, enjoying the gripping sensation her pussy was giving him. She wrapped her long legs around his ass, pulling him harder into her. Her arms were wrapped around his shoulders, lightly clawing. He started to make long, deep thrusts, driving her quickly back to the edge. As she began to cum again, her legs tightened around him and her nails bit into his back, causing him to wince in pain. He make short quick thrusts waiting for her to come back down. Once she was back he made a few motions with his wand and she flew into the air and hung suspended by invisible cords. He walked over and slowly slid back into her causing a yelp. “Oh Harry! Harry…what is this? What…” He started thrusting forcefully, her whole body shaking from the force. She moaned and whimpered as she was pushed over the edge again by his force. By this point he was painfully hard, so he motioned with his wand to turn her over, her ass at the correct height. “Oh no Harry! It won’t fit…too big.” He pushed against her clenched ass, forcing it to open for his entrance. She whimpered slightly at the pain, but not stopping him. His head popped inside her and he just gave a sharp thrust forcing the rest of his shaft inside her. She screamed and then relaxed once he stopped moving. He started thrusting slowly, her ass gripping his member so much harder than her pussy. She was moaning and groaning while Harry was pumping like a man possessed. He cried out as he began to erupt in her ass, causing her to cum from the sensation as well. He slowly pulled from her ass his cock sliding out with a slurping sound and released the rope spell he placed on her. He started to apologize for his forcefulness, but she cut him off by lightly kissing his lips. “It’s okay Harry, that’s what I really needed. Now its best you go back to your dormitory, I promised Ron he could come up and wake me tomor…in a few hours.” Harry just nodded and left returning to his bed and just as he pulled the curtains closed he saw Ron getting up.

Ron got up stretched and walked to the bathroom showering and getting dressed. He slowly and quietly walked back through the dormitory and down into the common room. When he got there he found a sad-looking Dean. He looked a bit disheveled and as though he had been crying. Though they didn’t always agree and he knew that Dean hated Harry he walked over. Dean just looked up, “Hey mate, how’s it going?” “I was actually going to ask you the same question,” he said with a questioning look. “You really don’t want to know…” he said, looking down. Ron just nodded, “Lavender?” “Yeah, her and Seamus…” “Seamus? But I thought you two were best mates?” “We were until Lavender decided that size really does matter.” “Oh she picked the biggest ‘dick’ in the room, sorry.” He just nodded, his head still down. Ron grabbed him by the shoulder, “Come on I’ll help cheer you up.” He led him to the secret back door of the kitchens, tickling the fruit in the painting opening the door. As they stepped in they were approached by Dobby the freed house-elf, “Mr. Weasley, how nice to see you again, what can I get for you and Mr. Thomas?” “Dobby I’ve told you, you can call me Ron and if you can find us a couple of butter-beers, thank you.” Of course! Right away Mr.…erm…Ron” he said kind of trying it out. “You know a house-elf?” “Yes after the Chamber of Secrets incident Harry helped to free him from his foul masters the Malfoys.” “Oh, I see.” “Dean, couldn’t you give Harry a break. Ginny has always wanted to be with him.” “I don’t really blame him for that, I know its not his fault, I just get a little jealous sometimes.” Dobby returned with a couple bottles of chilled butter-beer and a tray of biscuits. He set the tray down, “Thank you Dobby.” Ron said. Dobby bowed low, “No need to thank me sir. You and Mr. Harry Potter and even Ms. Granger has helped Dobby much since Dobby was freed. Well I must go, have to start preparing breakfast.” “Well thank you again Dobby.” Ron said again though Dobby had disappeared from sight. They sat drinking and talking for a while. Once they were finished Dean stood up, “Thanks Ron, I’m feeling much better now.” “Anytime mate.” he said extending his hand, which Dean quickly shook. They walked back up towards the dormitory, still talking, just now it was about Quidditch. As they reached the portrait hole it swung open and Pavarti Patil stepped out her eyes lingering on Dean as she walked past. He looked at Ron and Ron just nodded. He smiled and jogged after Pavarti catching up to her just as she reached the stairs. Ron just smiled stepping through the hole and checked the time. It was time so he carefully walked up the steps so they didn’t change into a slide (a trick Ron and Harry had learned the hard way one year, but they have since learned to get around that particular obstacle). He stepped into her room, seeing her still asleep, her hair tussled, body naked and moaning in her sleep. He thought she was just having a rather vivid dream, even moaning Ron’s name. “Hmm, I must be getting her pretty good,” he thought to himself listening for a few moments before waking her. He lightly shook her and she awoke, looking up at him her eyes a bit unfocused. “Not now Ron, I’m too tired…” she mumbled. “No Hermione its time to get up. Breakfast in in twenty minutes.” Oh my gosh! Why did you wait so long?” She raced around the room looking for some appropriate looking clothes for breakfast. Once she was dressed they went down the stairs and met up with Harry and Ginny, who were in the middle of a last-minute grope session. “Honestly you two, can’t you control yourselves?” she said walking over. “You’re one to talk Granger,” Ginny said teasingly, pointing at her hair. Hermione checked the mirror and waved her wand, bringing her hair back to proper order. They walked down to breakfast together sitting down at the house table. Harry looked down the table at some new couples that had been formed. Lavender had dropped Dean for his best friend, Seamus. Dean didn’t seem to upset about it though, because he was a bit further down the table chatting lively with Pavarti. After breakfast was over the Heads of House handed out a small notice of an upcoming event, the Yule Time Ball. It was going to be held again and they had planned dancing rehearsal schedules for the 4th years.

When the time had come Harry and Ron were in their dress robes and waiting for the girls. “What is taking them so long? They been up there for hours…” Ron grouched, pacing in front of the fireplace. “They’re probably making us wait intentionally because we waited until the last minute last time.” They heard footsteps coming down the stairs and looked up to see it wasn’t the girls they were waiting for, but Pavarti. She smiled at them and walked towards the boys dormitory stairs waiting for Dean. Finally Ginny and Hermione came down the stairs. “Well did you take long enough?’ Ron asked sarcastically. “Oh hush Ronald,” Hermione said, pressing a finger over his lips. The portrait swung open and they walked to the Great Hall. The Ball lasted several hours, at the end the Heads of House motioned everyone back to the common rooms. Harry was carrying Ginny in his arms, he suspected that someone had slipped a sleeping draft into her pumpkin juice. Hermione had noticed the basic signs and he decided that it would be best if she woke in her own room instead of the infirmary. Ron and Hermione were staggering up the stairs sleepily, gently bumping into each other . Harry carried Ginny through the portrait hole and up to her dormitory, placing her on her bed. He tucked her into it and gently kissed her on the forehead before exiting. Hermione and Ron were both too exhausted to do anything, but she did get him to at least sleep with her. They went up to her private room and got into the bed. As soon as she had curled up against him they both fell to sleep.

Dean and Pavarti were sitting in the common room on a sofa talking, until Professor MacGonagall came in and told to be off to bed. They rose and Dean seemed like he was trying to say something, but Pavarti just grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him closer, giving him a light kiss. She then turned and seemed to float up the stairs to her room. Dean stood there speechless for a moment, before he felt the professor’s glare upon him and he ran up the steps to his room. He smiled and shook her head, “Young love…”

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The next day my dad was home and Mike did not come over and I found my self craving sex. Most of the day I walked around in a pair of daisy dukes and a belly shirt and noticed my dad was looking at me very closely. Deciding to have a little fun I started to tease my dad. Bending over infront of him or letting him gets peaks down my top to my titties. After a coupel hours of this he called me into the den.

“Tammy what do you think you are doing?” he asked me.

“Uhhmm nothing daddy, why?” I responded.

“Bullshit young lady you know what you are doing. Walking around here all day and showing off your body to em. I am your own father, is this how you act in school being a fucking cock tease or are you a little whore?” he kinda yelled at me.

“Daddy I did not mean nothing and I don’t do this at school. I was just bored and I saw how you acted when your friends around so I thought it would be ok now.” I rplied.

“It is not ok and you will not be allowed around them when we play cards anymore. If I have to I will send you to a private all girl school to straighten you out. Now for acting like a little slut you need punished, get your ass over here and bend over my lap> he scolded at me.

Walking over to him I bent over his lap. With one hand he held me down and witht he other he took his belt to my ass and thighs. With each whip my screams became louder. Begging him to stop and promising i would not tease him ever again. When i put my hands across my young ass to shield it he really got mad. Yanking me up by my arm he told me to lay face down on the floor. After i was face down he sat down so his ass was on my back and his legs pinned my arms to my sides.

SMACK,, SMACK,,, SMACK,, went the belt as he whipped me mercilessly. Sobbing and with tears running down my face I could barely get out the words “I am sorry daddy.” Hearing that he got up off of me and told me to get cleaned up,

Rushing to the bathroom I washed my tears away in some warm water and then looked at my ass in the mirror. Angry red welts were all over my ass and the top of my thighs. Thinking to myself no one would think I am pretty with those ugly marks I started to cry again.

That night I went to bed real early around 6 p.m. and felt like shit. The Morning was a big relief for my dad had to work and Mike might be over. As I hoped Mike showed up around 8 a.m. but told me he could not stay long. He had to do some work for Jamal but came by for a quick blow job.

Pushing me to my knees he sat down on my bed and told me to be a good babyslut like he knew I could be. Reaching up I took out his cock and started to lick and kiss the length of it. While i was doing this he kept on telling me i was a great cocksucker andi should be in the movies. Up and down my head bobbed as i swallowed the tip of his cock. Humming and massaging his balls as I sucked only made cumm even faster.

“That was great my babyslut but I have to go over and see Jamal.” he told me as he pulled up his pants and getting ready to leave.

looking up from my kneeling state i asked him “Could you take me over to Jamal? I liek his bar and it is boring here all day by myself.”

“If you really want to I can but he might want to fuck you again”

Smiling when I heard that. “That is ok. It will help pass the time”

When I got up to get dressed he saw the marks on my ass and thighs and asked what happen. When I told him what happen all he said was a nice piece off ass should not be damaged like that. Helping me pick out an outfit we decided on a short micro skirt that barley covered my ass, a pair of pick g-strings and a belly shirt. “Damn girl Jamal will go crazy when he sees you liek that.” was all Mike could say as we headed out the door and to his car.

The ride over Mike had me lean over and suck his cock. About three blocks before we got to the bar he told me to let him cumm on my face. Before I had a chance to whip my face off Mike told me to leave it on, that the guys would go nuts seeing me with a cum covered face this early in the morning.

Walking into the bar I saw Jamal on the same barstool as I did a coupel days ago.
Running over to Jamal I was about to give him a hugf when eh saw the cumm on my face. When he saw it he called over the bartender to come over and lick my face clean.
As she cleaned my face with her tounge her hand was up inbetween my legs playing with my g-string covered snatch. My eyes went wide when I felt her hand there and wider still wehn she french kissed me.

She looked over at Jamal and asked” may I taste her Sir?”

“Get her up on the bar Robin and you can.” he replied. When she heard that she picked me up and layed me onto the bar. Now be a good girl for Auntie Robin and you will feel something good. With that she pulled my g-string down and started to kiss my pussy. spreading my lower lips Robin started to lick and nibble on my clit. At first i was scared and nervouse not knowing what was happening, but soon the pleasure hit me. Cooing like a new born I was in complete bliss. Looking over I saw Jamal tell Mike something and Mike left the bar.

‘Like that my babyslut Tammy?” Jamal asked me as he slid his hand up my shirt and found my nipple. All I could do was moan and nod as she licked me to heaven. Her tounge was magic to em. Makeing me feel like i was floating and so horney. Few minutes later i felt something strange in my belly and then started to jerk and buck.

“ooohhh yesss,,, mmmmmmmmmmm,, ohhh goddddddd.” was all I was able to say as I had my first orgasim. To my surprise a couple of the guys started to clap for me. Robin Licked me some more then stood up and kissed em on my lips and inserted her tounge again.

“Thank you babyslut you tasted so great.” she told me. Before she pulled away she gave my titties a squeeze.

” Tammy do you know what her names is?” Jamal asked me.

“Auntie Robin .” I told him.

“Your wrong Tammy. Her name for you now on is Mommy Robin, and every day you come here you will ask her if you can suck her titties. Understand babyslut? Jamla asked me.

“Yes I do.” I told him and then looked at Robin. “Mommy Robin can I suck you titties.” She got a shit eating grin as she pulled her shirt up showing off her 36 d size titties. Leaning over me she let her tits fall into my mouth. Suckign on one nipple then the other i was acting like a little baby. Hearing someone get up and walk behind Robin i heard them start to fuck her.

“Like your new daughter sucking your slut tits while I fuck you don’t you Robin?” Jamal said in a huffy voice.

“OOhh yesss your cock in my pussy and my tits in her mouth feels so good Sir.” and alot more came out of Robin’s mouth. Hearing she liked what i was doing I started to suck harder on her titties. Her hand went back to my pussy and started to finger fuck me. Someone who was watching the action said that next time they need to film it and put it on the net to show the world what a good mom and daughter team we are. When Jamal was ready to cum he had Robin pull away from me

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A Car Accident with a Celebrity

It all started with a business trip to Los Angeles. I had a three-day seminar to attend, and since it was a long trip anyway, I decided to take a couple days vacation and stay over the weekend. Six months earlier, I had separated from my husband of ten years, so this would be my first solo vacation.

I had rented a car through my company and was sightseeing in one of the rich neighborhoods — not Beverly Hills, but nearby. I always hate the rental experience. I don’t feel comfortable driving a strange car, and my company seems to always be changing the rules on which insurance to take and which to waive. I always feel like there’s a disaster waiting to happen.

In this case, my fears proved correct. I was driving around taking in the sights, trying to work the radio at the same time. I should have known better. Distracted by the unfamiliar radio controls, I took my eye off the road for just a second. When I looked up, I saw a car stopped just in front of me. I tried to slam on my brakes, but it was too late – I banged into the expensive sports car.

I had a sinking feeling in my stomach as I got out to review the damage. It didn’t look too bad, really, but would definitely require my insurance. As I was looking at the other car’s bumper, the driver got out. She was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, and seemed awfully young to have such an expensive car. And she was definitely NOT happy.

“What the hell were you doing????” she screamed. “I just got this car, and now look at it.” She had this disgusted look on her face, but she seemed familiar.

“I’m very sorry,” I said. “I just looked down for a moment. My insurance will pay for everything.”

She sort of huffed and said. “All right, all right, just give me the information and you can talk to my lawyer. Damn!”

I gave her the insurance information from the rental agency, and she handed me a card. “This is my lawyer,” she said. The card said Sheila Lansdorf, Esq. “And my name is Shannon Doherty.” Now I knew why she looked familiar – she was the actress.

I called Ms Lansdorf from my hotel and gave her all the information about the rental car insurance and my own car insurance. She was very pleasant, and I figured the insurance companies would take it from there. Unfortunately, about an hour later, Ms Lansdorf called back. “We have a problem. It seems that you waived the rental insurance, and your own insurance has lapsed. How are you planning to make compensation for the damage? The estimate is over $8000.”

I couldn’t believe it. The damage had seemed small, but any repair to an expensive sports car carries a high price tag. And my insurance! It was one of those things that slipped by me in the confusion and tension of my separation.

I was a little desperate. “Well, uh…I…I’m sure we can work something out. I have about $2000 in the bank. Maybe I can pay over time?”

“Ms Doherty is pretty upset, madam. I don’t think she’ll go for that, especially since you’re from out of state. But we’d like to keep this out of court.”

I was silent…stunned. I explained my personal situation, and she seemed somewhat sympathetic. “Are there any other options?” I asked. “Is there anything else I
can do?”

There was a long pause on the other end. “Well…” She said. “Sometimes Shannon can be persuaded by a personal plea. If you want, I can arrange a meeting and you can explain your situation. Seeing a chance, I quickly agreed.

The next day Sheila Lansdorf picked me up at my hotel. She drove us to a fairly modest, but expensive home near the site of my accident. She rang the bell, and to my surprise, Shannon Doherty answered the door herself. Like the last time, she was dressed casually, this time in a miniskirt and plain top.

Shannon said hello to Sheila and nodded curtly to me. Sheila made some introductory remarks and then said “I’ll wait here while you two discuss this in private. I was a little surprised by this, but it seemed to be what Shannon expected. She led me to what appeared to be a sitting room off of her own bedroom.

Plopping down in a large easy chair, she said pointedly, “So, what’s your proposition?” This caught me completely off guard – I hadn’t prepared any “proposition”. “Well…uh…I don’t know…” I stammered.” I thought if we talked we could work something out.”

“Look, $8000 is a lot to work out,” she said. “Don’t think that because I’m famous I’ll just throw money away.”

“No, I didn’t mean…. I mean, well, did Ms Lansdorf mention my problem?”

“Yeah, yeah, Sheila said you’re going through a separation and all. That’s hard, but it doesn’t help me now, does it?” She had that disgusted look again. Then her expression changed. “Of course,” she said, “maybe we can work out something non-financial.” She had a funny look and raised her eyebrows expectantly.

“What did you have in mind?” I asked?

“Well, what are you willing to do?” She replied, staring at me. Suddenly I felt weak and helpless. It seemed like she was looking right through me.

I couldn’t answer. I just stood there looking at her, wondering what she meant. Finally, she said slowly “I like to play games. Sexual games.” She looked at me intently, checking my response. “If you’re willing to play along, maybe I can forgive the damage to my new car.”

My mind raced. Sexual games? Did she have some guy she wanted to bring in? Or was Shannon Doherty a lesbian? Not that I had a problem with sex with women. In fact, my experience with my marriage had soured me a bit on men, and I had had a couple female encounters since leaving him.

Finally I asked warily, “Well, just what kind of games do you mean?”

Shannon smiled slowly and knowingly. “Look, I’m not gay. I like men and all, though they can be more trouble than they’re worth sometimes. But something I find really exciting is dominating another woman – to boss her around and make her do my bidding. It’s great fun, …and really hot. And for whatever reason, I especially enjoy putting little blonde ‘cuties’ through their paces, so you’re the perfect choice.”

I didn’t object, so she went on. “You will be my slave for the next 24 hours. You’ll do anything and everything I tell you to. In general, you will exist for my
pleasure. If you do a good job in pleasing me, I’ll consider voiding your debt.” She paused, then with a leer added, “Oh, and by the way, I just LOVE oral sex, for a long, long time.”

I was getting more and more nervous. This sounded strange, even dangerous. But I also found myself getting a little excited by this talk. In my previous encounters with women, I did tend to be somewhat submissive. And if it saved me the money…

Finally I said it: “Okay, I’ll do it.” I could feel my face flush deep red as I said it. I could see Shannon flush a little too. But I knew hers was not from embarrassment, but from arousal. She smiled broadly at my submission. “I have an odd feeling you’re going to enjoy this, too,” she said.

“Okay. First off, stand up.” Her voice was harsh. I hesitated. She walked over and pulled me to my feet. I just stood there, looking at her, waiting for the next command. “Take off your pants,” she snarled.

I unsnapped my jeans and began to pull them down. I thought it a little odd that she asked me to take my pants of first – normally I would start at the top. But as I stood there with my pants down, I felt like a little girl who was about to be punished. I knew then that this was the point – to humiliate me.

“Turn around and take your panties down” she said next. I dutifully obeyed, drawing the silky fabric over my buttocks and standing before her, naked from the waist down. “Nice. Now the rest.” Following instructions, I took off my socks, my top, and finally my bra, exposing my smallish breasts to my new mistress’s derisive gaze. I was completely naked, flushed with nervousness and a strange anticipation.

“So.” she said, “have you ever been with a woman before?”

“No,” I lied. I saw no need to expose all my secrets to her. Besides, I thought she might enjoy this more if she thought she was forcing something new on me. And I wanted to make sure she enjoyed herself.

Never eaten pussy, huh?”, she said with a nasty smirk. “Well, that’s definitely going to change.” She laughed to herself as she said this. “But you want to today, don’t you, slut?”

The tone of the conversation was beginning to change. “Well, I…”

“I SAID you want to, don’t you!”

Taking the hint, I responded in a low voice, “Yes, I want to eat some pussy today.” I could feel my face redden again.

“Whose pussy do you want to eat, Karen?”

“I want to eat your pussy, Shannon.” This brought a grin from my tormentor. Shannon seemed to like the verbal degradation as well as the acts themselves.

Now she came up very close to me, looking me straight in the eyes and saying, very deliberately “Yes, you’re going to. You’re going to eat my pussy for a long time. You’re going to eat me out; you’re going to be my little cunt-sucker, and anything else I want from you. I’m going to make sure you never forget the taste of me in your mouth.”

I could see that Shannon was getting herself excited with her own words. Her breath seemed shorter, and there was an intense look in her eyes as she described my fate. It was contagious, too. Her wild talk was turning me on myself.

“Okay, now get on your knees. I have nice legs, don’t you think? Show me how you like my legs.”

I was surprised at how pale Shannon’s skin was, considering the climate, but I assumed she was naturally fair-skinned. She did have nice legs. Her calves were a little thin, but as I looked at those alabaster thighs under her miniskirt, I could feel myself becoming aroused. I ran my hands gently over the smooth skin of Shannon’s calves and thighs, then placed a soft kiss on the inside of one knee. She said nothing, so I continued to kiss her legs all over, swirling my tongue for additional stimulation.

After a few minutes, her hands reached for her waist to undo her miniskirt. She slowly lowered it, revealing a pair of modest blue panties, through which I could see the shadow of her dark pubic mound. Her top came off next, and I was surprised by the size of her breasts. They were fuller than I had expected, very nicely shaped. Her nipples were already erect. At last, she stood before me clad only in those pretty little panties. I could feel the dampness between my own legs as I looked at her and thought about what I was about to do.

She stood me up and took my hands in hers. “Here,” she said, putting my hands on her breasts. It thrilled me to feel her breasts, soft and full and firm, in the palms of my hands. Without being asked, I lowered my head to take each pert, erect nipple into my mouth. They felt very hot as I squeezed them with my lips and sucked them deep, taking some of the soft milky flesh as well. Shannon sighed in response. I was really beginning to enjoy this.

We walked over to the chair and I knelt down in front of Shannon. “Take them off,” she said, almost in a whisper. My hands shook slightly as I reached for the waistband of her panties. She raised her hips slightly to let me could pull them down. I took the wet crotch of her panties in my mouth and sucked, getting my first taste of her. I heard Shannon murmur something to her, “Oh, this ‘is’ going to be good.”

Now I looked directly at Shannon’s brown pubic patch. The contrast with the smooth, ivory skin of her thighs was incredibly sexy. Under her bush was the puffy mound of her two large lips. In the middle was her slit, with her smaller lips slightly visible in between. She looked wet.

“Well, how does it look, huh? Are you getting hot looking at me, thinking about this?”

I started rubbing my legs together and said, “Uhhhhuuhh”.

“Think about it, whore. Think about how you’re going to eat me, about how hot it will feel against your little face.” Shannon was silent for a minute while I soaked in the view. Then she said, “Oh, baby, I’m getting hot making you do this. Can you see me getting wet?” I saw that Shannon’s pussy was starting to grow and open up. The smaller lips were protruded more now. There was noticeable wetness between her legs. She clearly enjoyed the dominant role.

“Now taste it.”

I gazed at Shannon’s pussy, and then looked up at her. Shannon said, “That’s a good slave. Do it baby. Show me how much you want to taste it.” She took my head in her hands and pulled it toward her pussy. I just knelt there, my breath coming faster. I was sure my secret was out, that she could see my excitement.

“Come on, Karen. You know you want to. I can see the look in your eyes. You’re getting horny as you think about eating my pussy.” Her words embarrassed me, humiliated me, but I realized she was right. I was thoroughly enjoying this, and I was now very, very horny.

I took my finger, worked it gently into her slit, and then put it in my mouth. Her juices tasted better than I expected. I rubbed my finger up and down Shannon’s slit some more. “Mmmh, ooh… aaagh. Come on now. Do me.” she said. Then I stuck my finger deep inside her, down where the source of her cream was. Again, I put it to my mouth, taking my whole finger and sucking on it. I liked the taste of her, and the position I was in. I licked my finger off and looked up at Shannon, while my pussy clenched down and my hips and thighs started grinding together. “Mmmmh. You like it, don’t you?” she said. “Now, kiss me down there.” A chill ran through me, but I didn’t move yet. “You liked how your finger tasted, baby. Go ahead. There’s more where that came from. You like my pussy juice, don’t you, Karen? Look how wet you’ve made me down there. If you keep it up, I have a little surprise for you.” I wasn’t sure what she meant, but by now I was totally out of control.

“Oh, Oh, Oh God”, I moaned. “I have to!” and quickly dove between her legs.

Shannon reached down with both hands and grabbed my short, blonde hair. This got me even more aroused, and I trembled and moaned shamelessly “Just as I thought. Can’t get enough, can you, slut. Come on, kiss my cunt, and slave. And play with yourself while you do it.” I couldn’t help myself any more. Her order to “kiss my cunt” seemed so dirty and decadent. “Cunt” was a term I never used myself, but she seemed to enjoy the sound of it, and at that moment, it turned me on as well. Highly aroused, I leaned over between Shannon’s legs and kissed her clit, at the same time moving my own hand between my legs.

My lips and tongue were wet and hot, as they made contact with Shannon’s cunt. I pulled Shannon’s lips open with my fingers, and started sucking her clit and licking up and down. “Oh. Oh God, baby. Oh, I forgot how hot this can get me. Oh God, I love this. Here is, all for you…oh.” Shannon pulled her knees to her chest opening herself completely for me, her new pussy lover. I clamped my lips over Shannon’s pussy and tongue reamed her, in and out. Shannon bucked up and down, but my mouth stayed right there.

“Oh, yeah!!! Do me! Suck my cunt! Fuck it with your tongue. Oh you’re good. Here it comes, you little bitch. I can’t hold it. Ah!” Shannon exploded, and then I got her “surprise.” Shannon was a “gusher” a female ejaculator. I had heard of this, but never experienced it myself. As her hips bucked with pleasure, I could feel spurts of thin vaginal fluids shoot from her pussy and into my eager mouth.

“Mmmmmm”. I swallowed Shannon’s cum, cleaning her with my tongue until she had served all the cum she had into my mouth. As I looked up, cheeks flushed and wet, I saw a look of animal passion on Shannon’s pretty face, and I knew she wasn’t finished.

“Oh, yeah” said Shannon, “that’s it. More!!!” I put my tongue out, and licked again. It tasted so good, felt so erotic. Once I started, it was too much, and I couldn’t stop. I had never tasted anything so exciting. I tongued Shannon’s pussy lovingly from top to bottom, while she leaked cream onto my loving tongue.

Shannon moaned, “God, you are something. “Get on your back. I want to sit on your face,” Shannon said.

We moved to the bed, and I obeyed. Shannon moved over me. I grabbed her hips with my hands and pulled her pussy tightly onto my mouth, ravenous for her. “Oh yes. Do me. Ah. Stick your tongue way inside.”

She rode my face for a long time. When she got really excited, she’d push her hips down as hard as she could, vibrating them and mashing my head into the mattress, all the while keeping her eyes locked to mine. I felt engulfed in her heat, my whole lower face inside her wet lips.

“Oh, you’re doing it,” she moaned. “Oh, God, this is too much. I’m going to come in your mouth again. Do you want it in your mouth?” Shannon asked.

“Mmmmph, Mmmm. Oh yes, please” My hand worked harder between my own legs while I continued eating her.

“Oh. You want my cum? Oh, yes. Oh it’s coming soon. I can’t hold it much longer” moaned Shannon.

“Oh, yes”, I said. “Give it to me, Shannon. Do it. Right in my mouth. Let me suck it out of you!”

Shannon groaned, ” Here goes. Aaaagh, my God, oh you’re good. Oh god, it’s coming. Oh I can feel it”.

As Shannon came, I clamped my whole mouth around her pussy and put my tongue inside. My tongue reached deep inside her, and Shannon started Cumming violently.

I sucked and swallowed all Shannon’s juices. I could feel Shannon’s cunt clamping up on my tongue as I gratefully drank all she had to offer.

“Oh, God, you little cum sucker. Oh that was good. Come here you horny little lesbian. I gently tongued Shannon’s clit. She looked down at me, enjoying the sight of my face between her legs, shiny with her sexy fluids. She saw how I was enjoying this, and told me to talk to her.

“Oh. Its so good Shannon. I love serving you. I’ll eat you all night, darling.”

Shannon moved a little farther forward, and so that my tongue rubbed against her asshole. She moaned.

“Oh, that’s hot. That feels good Karen. Do it some more.” I got really hot, too, realizing what I was doing. This was something I had not done before. Shannon steadied herself now, resting her ass right over my tongue. “Okay, Karen, you little cunt slut. Lick my asshole. Mmmhhhh. Oh that’s good.” We both moaned harder. Shannon groaned, “You like that, don’t you? You like to eat my asshole. Your my butt slut, too, aren’t
you, Karen? Are you going to get off doing this dirty thing? My asshole is so hot and horny from your tongue. Ummmmm” She stayed over my mouth for a long time, while
my tongue worked lovingly around the rim of her asshole. “Eat my ass…eat my ass!!!” she repeated over and over, lost in the lust of controlling me so completely.

“Wait,” she said. “I need to get more comfortable.” With that, Shannon climbed off me and lay face down on the bed. “OK,” she said. “Now get back there and really do a job on my butt.” I moved down on the bed, until Shannon’s bottom was right in front of my face. At that moment, her round butt and smooth brown asshole looked absolutely beautiful to me – the sexiest thing I could imagine. I kissed and gently nipped at her soft cheeks, drawing soft murmurs of pleasure from my beautiful young mistress. Finally, I placed a thumb on each side of the crack between Shannon’s buttocks and spread her cheeks wide, to allow me easy access to her ass. I then buried my face into her ass and began to tongue her asshole. Shannon moaned as I worked my tongue around and into her anus.

Obviously hot, she moved her body on the bed like a cat in heat. Her actions got me even more aroused, and I pushed my tongue in farther, slowly, sensuously penetrating as deep as I could into my lover’s most private parts. She really liked that, and she began moaning louder and rotating her buttocks in an effort to increase the already wonderful pleasures I was giving her. The sound and sight of her obvious pleasure made me so hot, I continued to worship her ass for a long, long time.

When I sensed that just my ass-licking was not going to get Shannon off, I turned her over, pushed her knees up, and spread her legs wide as I could. Spreading her lips wide with my thumbs, I began to tongue her protruding clit, with immediate results. It almost felt like I was in control now…tonguing her and biting her clit…each time sending shivers of pleasure through her.

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We took a short break after that. Shannon seemed spent, and my jaw ached from servicing her for such a long time. Still, we both wanted more. Chance had thrown us
together, but our desires seemed to mesh perfectly, and the result was a wildly erotic time for both of us.

Shannon got up to go to the bathroom. As I lay on the bed, I could hear the sound of her urinating quite profusely. Something about this was erotic, too, and exciting, knowing I was hearing this famous young woman in her most private activities.

A moment later, I heard Shannon call from the bathroom. “Karen, come in here. I need you.”

Surprised, I walked across the room to the bathroom door. I looked in to see Shannon sitting on the toilet. She gave me a pseudo-innocent look and said, “Gee
Karen, I don’t seem to have any toilet paper. What are we going to do about that?”

I started to correct her – there was plenty of paper on the roll next to her. But then I realized that there was more to this, that Shannon had more plans for my “service.” “I’m not sure what you mean, Shannon,” I stammered.

“I think you do know, Karen, my little pussy slut.” Then looking very haughty, she pointed to the floor. Taking her cue, I got on my knees and crawled slowly to her. As I looked up at her sitting on the toilet, Shannon slowly spread her legs wide and said with a mischievous grin “I told you you’d have to do EVERYTHING I say.”

Looking between Shannon’s thighs, I could see small droplets of piss in her pubic hair and on her pussy. “My god.” I thought, “She wants me to lick her clean!”

“Well, don’t just sit there, bitch. My pussy is full of pee. Lick it off.”

Slowly, I leaned my head forward. This was more than I had bargained for. Still, I thought about the money I owed and the agreement we made. I had to do this. My tongue reached out tentatively and licked at Shannon’s soft brown curls, scooping up several small droplets. The taste was not what I expected. Salty, pungent, but not bad, really. I actually found myself getting excited by it. I was tasting Shannon Doherty’s piss! Oh, so decadent.

I began to slowly lap at Shannon’s whole crotch area, searching out each bit of her warm urine that was left there. Shannon was loving it, watching me serve her in this most personal and degrading manner. She began to ramble in her lust, saying, “Oh, you are such a hot little slave, aren’t you? God, you’ll do anything with that hot mouth of yours. I should have brought you in here earlier so I could use you for my personal toilet, right in your hot mouth… oh, god, so horny.”

She looked down at me. “You’re going to drink my piss, Karen. You are. I’m going to make you do it and you’re going to love it, because you love having your mouth
between my legs for any reason, don’t you? I can’t wait until I have to pee again so I can do it right in your mouth and watch you swallow. Mmmmmm. Oh.”

By now all the urine was gone, though the taste lingered erotically on my tongue. I continued to lick her, though, as we had both become quite horny once again. Shannon was insatiable. She leaned back on the toilet, pushed her hips forward and threw her head back, her eyes closed in a pose of luxury and passion. Her pelvis moved back and forth in a sexy rumba against my slaving tongue. With a long groan of lust, she murmured, “Oh,
god, what a filthy little mouth you have.” As I looked up at her, I thought she was the sexiest woman alive.

Shannon’s hips continued their hot dance until finally, her body tensed and she gripped the edge of the toilet with all her might. She squealed and trembled with indescribable ecstasy as a rushing wave of girl cum burst upon my tongue and into my open mouth. Pressing my face as far within her wet crotch as I could, I swallowed surge upon surge of her womanly joy, as my own orgasm hit me like a runaway train.

I couldn’t catch all of Shannon’s latest eruption. Small drippings of the precious fruit of my efforts ran down my chin. My mouth and nose were likewise covered
with a sweet film of girl juice. As she began to calm down, I slipped my mouth off her hot box, wiped my face, and waited to hear her next desire.

And that’s the way it went for the whole 24 hours. By the time I left her house I was completely spent. I think she was too. I got a personalized picture of her and never heard another word about her car.

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