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Kolin and Willa, a fisherman and his new bride, yearn to meet a mermaid, but none have been seen in a thousand years. Below the waves, Aryal hates the commands of her father, King Triton, who forbid her swimming to the surface and finding a fisherman and fisherwife to court.

The Mermaid’s Courtship
Chapter One: Rebellious Daughter
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

Kolin – Calthin Bay, Kingdom of Thlin

The net was set, drifting in the water behind the boat. I sat on the lip of the small fishing boat I worked with my wife, Willa. The craft was a wedding gift from my father, a small sloop to begin our fishing trade. It had only one mast and two sets of oars to row.

It was perfect.

My feet dangled in the calm waters as I perched on the side. The blue depths fell away beneath me. My feet were bare, enjoying the cooler waters as the sun rose high. I wiped at my brow, my skin tanned darker red than the soft merchants who bought our salted fish and leathers.

Willa, my new bride, sat beside me. She wore a simple skirt sewn of fish-leathers, the scales flashing blue-green in the sun. The skirt was a wrap that tied at her right hip, letting her right leg move freely while still covering her modestly. Her small breasts were exposed. She had undone the lacings of her vest, exposing her dark-red nipples topping her conical tits.

There were no boats around, and I smiled at my wife’s delights.

“What are you thinking on?” she asked as she stared down into the dark waters.

“Nothing,” I answered.

“You mean mermaids,” she smiled. Willa had a great smile, still girlish with the youth she had only recently shed. It complimented her bold, beautiful nose and her high cheekbones. Her white hair spilled about her reddish face, contrasting with her skin. Her orange eyes had a sparkle. “Have you been dreaming of a nubile merwife to poke?”

My cock stirred in my fish-leather shorts. The shorts extended to my knees, leaving my legs able to bend as I moved about the small boat. “Yes.”

“They’re all gone,” sighed Willa. “They all died out or moved away. They don’t like Calthin Bay no longer.”

“They still exist in the rest of the Myrt Sea and the Nimborgoth,” I groused. “Why did they flee here? What offense did we give our sea wives?”

A hundred years ago, a fisherman and his fisherwife would have been honored to be courted by a mermaid. A family with a merwife always had the largest catches. Young couples on their wedding day would be presented with a new boat and sail out to the middle of the bay, there to spill their seed and dew upon the waters, hoping to entice a budding mermaid.

Willa and I had done it, masturbating each other on the dark waters while the full moon burned above. No comely mermaid had broached the surface. They were gone.

“Pity the waters are too deep to reach the Merpool,” I sighed, “then you could swim down there and become a merwife.”

Willa smiled. “And then who would be your fisherwife?”

“You’d be both,” I laughed. The Merpool was probably a myth. In the songs, it was claimed the original mermaids were birthed at the bottom of Calthin bay when the potent seed of Las, God of Lust, landed in the water and sank to the bottom. It was said to be beneath our keel on the sea floor, transforming any who bathed in it into a mermaid.

“They must have all died out,” sighed Willa as she peered down into the water. There were no merman, at least the stories claimed, so the mermaids had to seek their mates with the human sailors and fisherman who plied the Myrt Sea and beyond. Willa sang the Mermaid’s Lament as we waited for our net to swell.

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Ayral – Bottom of Calthin Bay, Triton’s Kingdom

I stared up at the azure heights of the sea, to the surface. My purple tail fluttered as I swam through the coral growths and swaying kelp of the seafloor. Schools of blue and silver fishes swam about as I wended and wove through the kelp to my father’s house.

In the stories of old, we used to seek for our fisherman and fisherwife above the waves. That was before King Triton appeared. The only merman to exist. We no longer needed to cavort with the surface dwellers.

At least, that was what I was told.

I was so curious. What was it like above the waves in the strange realm of air. Sometimes, I would watch the sunlight play on the rippling waves while dark shapes passed above. The fisherman and his fisherwife would trail great cloaks of bound kelp behind them and scooping up schools of fish.

“There you are, Ayral,” King Triton smiled. I was one of his many daughter-concubines.

He was a handsome merman, I guess—I really had no frame of reference. His lower half was a crimson fish that seamlessly transitioned into a muscular, male torso. Unlike mermaids, he hand no breasts but hard muscles and broad shoulders. His hair was white and he had a thick growth of hair covering his cheeks, chin, and lips. He called it a beard, another thing unique to him.

“Father,” I smiled, my purple hair flowing behind me as I swam through the opening in the coral building. Father lounged on a bed of kelp.

“My sweet Ayral,” he smiled, his hand reaching out to seize one of my large breast—the biggest in the harem—and pulled on the polished, blue coral piercing my pink nub. I moaned as he drew me closer. I brushed his reddish skin—all merfolk of the Myrt Sea had red skin, though I heard other tribes had pale, bluish, ebony, or brown skin.

Pleasure shot down to my pussy. I groaned and my pussy slit opened, my delicate petals caressed by the slight current floating through the house. My nipples always seemed connected to my pussy, and whenever Father played with them, my scales parted to expose my sex.

“I’ve been thinking about you all morning,” Father continued, pulling me to his lips.

His white beard tickled my face as I pressed in for a kiss. His lips were strong and made my heart beat, but my thoughts drifted to fisherman. They did not have fins. I tried to picture what that would look like.

Father’s fingers tugged on my nipple, the pleasure driving away my daydream. After pleasuring Father, I would have a free afternoon to frolic in the waters. I hoped to have the courage to swim above the kelp and for the surface.

I wanted to meet a fisherman, even if Father said they were the most violent creatures and would only hurt me. How could that be true? Before the miracle of Father, mermaids would wed fishermen and fisherwives.

Father’s tongue swirled through my mouth as his fingers pulled on my coral ring. My pussy clenched and throbbed. My slit parted fully, my pussy exposed to the sweet sea’s caress. Father’s other hand stroked down my belly to my purple scales. My fin twitched as he stroked me, nearing my slit.

His fingers were skilled as he brushed the petals of my pussy. I gasped into the kiss, my tail kicking hard and sending the kelp waving about us swirling. Father’s fingers caressed my folds and dipped into my hole.

“My sweet Ayral,” he gasped, breaking the kiss. “My sweetest daughter-concubine. You always know how to excite me.”

“Thank you, Father,” I smiled as he gave another tug on my nipple.

The pleasure ran right to my pussy and my hole clenched about his probing finger. My fingers curled in bliss and I moaned. My hair floated about me as I let my head drift back and enjoy the skill of Father’s fingers.

“Have you been thinking of the evil fishermen again?”

“Of course not, Father,” I moaned.

“Ayral?” A second finger entered me.

I gasped and twitched. “Definitely not.” The lie came easily to my lips even as the pleasure built inside me. “I do not want to be discipline again.”

Father had spanked me harshly. My tail was always so sore when he finished.

“I just want to be obedient and loving, Father.” And to see a fisherman. I wanted to find out if they were as handsome as the stories claimed. And were the wives as beautiful? Would they spill their seed and dew into the sea for me to devour. Would their sexual fluid excite me?

I felt something was lacking even at the height of my pleasure with Father.

“I love you, Father,” I smiled and gave him another kiss, my hands stroking through his beard. I did love Father, but it didn’t feel the same way as the songs described. I didn’t yearn for him when we were apart. He didn’t make my heart race.

Though his fingers knew how to stir my passions.

My pussy clenched down on his fingers as I floated near him. My tongue fluttered through his mouth as we kissed. His thumb caressed across my clit. My tail fin fluttered hard, breaking our kiss as I slid up his body.

“Do you want me to suck on your tits?” Father asked as he buried his face between them. His wiry beard caressed my nipples as his mouth sucked on my nub.

“Oh, Father,” I moaned as his strong lips nibbled. His fingers dug faster and faster in and out of my pussy.

My hands stroked his powerful muscles as my tail swished. The pleasure swelled through me. Moans escaped my lips. Father’s fingers were so thick. They were almost as nice as his cock. What would a fisherman’s dick be like?

I closed my eyes and imagined a fisherman, his cock thrusting from his fleshy crotch, slamming in and out my pussy’s depths as his fisherwife rubbed her pussy on my lips. I pretended to devour her salty, silky snatch as my pussy clenched on Father’s fingers.

“Yes, yes!” I groaned. “Fuck me! Make me cum!”

I needed to be careful. I couldn’t let Father know I fantasized about a fisherman. I would be in so much trouble. My tail swayed, brushing father’s scales. My fins slid up his scales, sending warm tingles shooting up to my pussy.

I was lost to my fantasy. The fisherman’s face was so handsome. He made my heart beat fast, and his fisherwife was beautiful, her hair floating around her shoulders as she rubbed her pussy on my lips. I stuck out my tongue as my pleasure swelled.

I wanted to meet humans. I wanted to see what it was like above the waves. I climbed higher on higher on my climax. I let out a wordless moan as my orgasm crashed through me. My body shuddered as I savored my fantasy.

“My sweet Ayral,” grinned Father as he pulled his fingers from my pussy. He brought them to my lips before the currents washed away my juices. I could taste my salty flavor in the water, my milky juices leaking out and letting out a small cloud of passion to drift around us. Father moaned in delight as he licked at my juices. “Delicious as always.”

I smiled, pleased Father enjoyed me. “You must be excited, too.” My hand slid down his stomach to where his crimson scales began. I slid down his sleek scales to his own slit. I teased the edge, the scales parting and the tip of his cock appearing.

My fingers dipped inside, caressing the tip of his cock. He expanded into the water, thick and throbbing, eager to fuck me. He wanted to fertilize my egg. I was nearing my first ovulation. The full moon approached, and Father was eager to impregnate me.

I wasn’t sure I wanted to lay his egg. It would tie me down to the seafloor while I cared for our little egg. But I couldn’t resist his commands. He was King Triton. He ruled the bottom of the sea, and I was his daughter-concubine.

It was my duty to pleasure him.

I leaned over, my lips kissing his scales as I neared his cock. Maybe he would spill in my mouth and I wouldn’t have to fuck him. It would deny me more pleasure, but limit his chances to fertilize me. My lips kissed nearer, my cheek sliding across his scales. His tail fluttered lazily as my hand grasped his throbbing dick.

My mouth nibbled on the tip of his cock as I stroked him. His tail fluttered faster as my pink tongue swirled around the reddish tip. He let out a groan as my lips swallowed the tip. My fist pumped faster at his cock as my mouth sucked hard.

“Are you trying to suck me dry, merslut?”

I moaned around his cock, my own tail fluttering as my excitement grew. I was Father’s little merslut. My mouth worked farther down his cock. His dick had fully emerged and pulsed in my mouth. My hair fluttered around my face as I bobbed and the salty flavor of his precum tickled my mouth.

Such a delicious taste.

His hand stroked the back of my tail, sliding up to where my scales turned into flesh. He brushed my rear slit. I gasped on his cock as he circled the slit. My scales grew excited and parted, exposing my sphincter.

His finger pushed into my asshole. I groaned about his cock and sucked as hard as I could. Father let out a low groan as his tail spasmed hard. His cock thrust deeper into my mouth, brushing the back of my throat as his finger wormed deeper and deeper into my bowels.

“So beautiful, my little merslut,” Father groaned as he stroked my purple hair with his other hand. His fingers combed through my locks as his other digits pumped in and out of my bowels. “You are so eager for my cum. But which hole should I dump it in? Not your mouth. Mmm, I need something more exciting.”

I pulled my lips off his cock. “Your finger seems to enjoy my rear slit,” I purred, my thumb sliding across the crown of his cock. “Wouldn’t you like to experience my bowels? I know how much you love my tight flesh wrapped around your thick cock.”

“That is tempting.” His finger pushed deeper into my bowels. “But it is so close to the full moon. I think you want me to spill in your pussy. Or are you scared of being a mermother?”

“Scared,” I admitted, my asshole clenching down on his finger.

“You will be an amazing mermother,” he grinned as his free hand cupped my chin and pulled me to him. My body turned in the water, floating right over him. His hard cock brushed my scales, so close to my pussy slit. “You will love our egg and watch over it while it grows, waiting for our daughter to hatch. Don’t you want that?”

No. I wanted to go above the waves.

“Yes, Father,” I moaned.

Father pushed up from the bed of kelp, holding me tight. We drifted through his coral room as his cock slid closer and closer to my pussy. I bit my lip as he nudged my folds. I wanted him in me. My pussy itched.

I was such a merslut.

“I can see it in your silver eyes,” Father smiled, his tail flexing and pushing the tip of his cock into my pussy. Just enough to tease me and drive me wild. “You want my cock in you, don’t you, merslut?”

“I do, Father,” I admitted, finally being honest with him. My body was betraying me. Maybe he wouldn’t fertilize me today. It was still early. “Fuck your little merslut daughter, Father.”

Father’s grin grew. His tail flexed and drove his cock deep into my hot depths. I groaned as his scales rubbed against mine, his arms wrapping around my body. He slipped his finger back into my rear slit as his tail flexed, driving his cock into and out of my pussy.

I convulsed against him, my pierced nipples rubbing on his strong chest. We spun in the water, our tails flexing as we humped our bodies together, sending us drifting up and down, back and forth. It was so wonderful and wickedly fun.

“Yes, yes, fuck your little merslut, Father,” I moaned, my tail wrapping around his. I groaned as I undulated my tail faster, meeting his cock’s thrust. “Mmm, yes, Father. I love it.”

“You want me to cum in you, don’t you?”

“I do,” I moaned, lost to the pleasure. It was hard to care about being fertilized when such pleasure burned through me.

My breasts rubbed against his hard chest as our tails gripped each other. His cock speared so deep into me. Pleasure rippled through me every time. His finger pushed deeper into my asshole as my body tensed.

“Father,” I moaned. “Yes!”

“Do you want me to spill in you?”

“I do,” I moaned. “Cum in me, Father. Oh, yes! So good! Mmm, I’m going to erupt like a sea vent.”

Father drove his dock into my depths. My pussy spasmed about his dick, eager for his cum. The pleasure shot through my body, electrifying me from head to fin. My tail spasmed in Father’s embrace as I squeezed my eyes shut.

His tail undulated, working his cock faster and faster out of my cumming depths. My little pussy milked his cock as I spasmed beneath him. He growled and thrust hard. His cock bottomed out in me and his seed erupted.

“My darling Ayral,” he moaned as he filled me up. “Soon you’ll lay my egg.”

I shuddered, sucking back into reality. “Yes, Father.” I tried to keep my bitterness out of the voice. I was just one of his many daughter-concubines. I was only his favorite because he took my virginity a month ago.

Soon, he would stop paying as much attention to me. I would be like the older mermaids, bitter and complaining as they worked the kelp fields, lamenting about their time as King Triton’s favorite fish. I stared up at the coral ceiling, trying to see past to the waves.

Father leg me go, his cock softening out my pussy. He pushed away from me. Milky cum leaked out of my pussy as I drifted down to the bottom. The fluid swirled away in the current. I clenched my pussy and forced out a white gob, watching it aimlessly tumble as it grew more and foggy and diffused until it was vanished into the water.

“You can go,” Father said. “I have business to attend to.”

“Yes, Father,” I sighed. I felt so used. All his loving caresses were gone.
My tail swished, and I shot out the opening. I swam through the coral houses, passing other mermaids as they went about their chores. I turned over on my back, staring up at the rippling waves high above.

I left behind the village and entered the kelp fields. Older mermaids glanced at me as they flitted through the strands, cleaning away starfish and other pests from the crops. I gave them a wave. They only gave me flinty stares.

It wasn’t my fault Father liked his younger daughter-concubines.

Beyond the kelp fields was soft sand littered with starfish and scuttling crabs. I fell down on the bed, sand puffing around me before the gentle current swept it away. My breasts swayed as the water caressed them. I watched the surface.

A boat was up there. Its shadow drifted with the waves. My eyes widened. I wanted to go up there and say hello. I didn’t care if it was forbidden. I licked my lips as the shadow slid slowly closer and closer, drifting on the same current that washed around me.

“Daydreaming,” Yrsla asked.

My sapphire-scaled sister flipped her tail and shot across the bottom of the sea, her nipples almost brushing the seafloor. Her bright-blue hair flowed around her as she hurtled right for me, a determined look on her pretty face. I gave her a smile.

“Hello, Yrsla,” I answered. “I was just…thinking.”

“About those disgusting humans you are fascinated with,” Yrsla sighed. She settled down next to me and pressed her soft breasts against my side. Her hair fanned about us in the current, merging with my purple strands.

“Yes,” I answered. I didn’t keep secrets from my sister. She would never betray me. “I’m tired of being Father’s merslut. He makes me feel so…dirty.”

“He’s the only male mermaid,” Yrsla pointed out. “Not only is he our father, but he is our merking.”

“I know,” I sighed. “It’s just…I love the old tales of swimming up to the surface and meeting a fisherman and fisherwife. Of loving them together.”

“Mermaids can love each other,” she cooed. Her lips nibbled on my ear as her hand caressed my face. “We could rub our clams together, or spread them apart and devour all the tasty goodness.”

“You’ll really want to eat mine,” I smiled. “I was just with father.”

Yrsla’s eyes widened. She spun around, her tail kicking up a large cloud of sand as she twisted. Her fingers caressed my slit, tracing my scales and coaxing my pussy to be unveiled. It was like coaxing up a clam to find a pearl, the same gentle caresses and then the pink, salty flesh was exposed.

We even had our own little pearls—our clits.

Yrsla’s tongue licked through my folds. I let out a moan as I watched the boat. It was practically overhead. I could swim up there and meet the humans. It kept drifting by as Yrsla’s tongue licked and sucked through my folds.

“Oh, you are greedy for Father’s seed,” I moaned.

“It’s so salty and good,” she moaned, her face pressed into my slit. Around her lips, cloudy juices leaked out, a mix of seed and my cream. “Mmm, and you taste wonderful.”

I gasped as her tongue brushed my clit. Yrsla was always wonderful to make love to. I never felt used afterward. She knew how to love me. Not like father. He only knew how to make me feel like a merslut.

Yrsla’s tail swished, the soft ends brushing my face. I groaned and nibbled on her fins. She loved it, her tongue swirling faster through my folds while her hands stroked my tail. My body shuddered as the pleasure washed through me.

“Play with my tits, too,” I groaned.

Yrsla contorted her body as she moved over me. Her tail bent so the ends of her fins could fan over my breasts and caress my nipples. I moaned and shuddered. The boat was drifting by. I stared at its bottom as the pleasure swelled through me.

“Ooh, yes. You know how to please me. I love it when you eat me.”

“Does it take your mind off staring at the humans,” she panted.

“No,” I admitted. “But it sure is nice.”

Her tail straightened and she lowered her clam to my lips. My vision of the floating boat was obscured by her scales rubbing on my face. I found her slit and tongued along her tightly closed slit. She opened up. Her pink, delicious clam revealed all it’s delicious morsels.

I swirled my tongue through her salty folds. She moaned into my pussy as we tongued each other. My tail spasmed. We rose from the sandy bottom. The current seized us. We drifted along as we pleasured each other.

Her tongue sent ripples through my body. I moaned and licked harder through her folds. My tongue probed deep into her sheath, fucking her like Father’s cock. Yrsla squealed into my pussy and nibbled on my clit.

“Oh, Ayral,” she moaned as we spun about in the current.

“I know,” I panted. The boat was finally forgotten as we shared our sisterly love with each other. “Mmm, I love it when you nibble on my clit.”

Her finger caressed my pussy before she buried her mouth back into my body. I moaned, my fingers sliding along her smooth scales. My body spasmed against hers. It was so wonderful and sweet. I never wanted to stop licking her.

“Let’s cum together,” I moaned.

“Yes, yes, yes! You have the best ideas Ayral.”

I smiled into her pussy. I stroked the back of her tail up to her back, playing around at the transition between scales and flesh. My boobs pressed into her stomach, my nipples aching points massaged by her skin.

We moaned together. Her fingers dug into my scales as her passion built and built. I knew Yrsla, she grew closer to cumming. I latched onto her clit. I nipped it with my teeth as my tail shuddered. I was so close.

“You ready?” Yrsla panted. “I’m so close.”

“Yes, yes! I am so ready to cum with you.”

Our bodies shuddered together as our orgasm burst through us. Such wonderful bliss washed through me. Our tails thrashed, spinning us faster in the current. We tumbled through the water as our orgasms surged through us.

I was lost to the pleasure. I let it drift through my mind. I kept licking her. Yrsla’s tongue never stopped playing with my pussy. I held her tight, cuddling her as we drifted, the pleasure relaxing out of my body.

“Mmm, that was fun,” Yrsla smiled, her tail fluttering.

“Uh-huh,” I smiled, letting go of her. We parted slightly. I was facing down at the sand. It drifted past us. We were caught in the current.

“Did that take your mind off the boat?” Yrsla asked as she turned over to give me a kiss.

“The boat?”

Her lips pressed on mine. We turned and the surface came into view. My eyes widened as I kissed my sister. The boat was still over us. We drifted with it while making love. I broke the kiss and pushed away from my sister.

We were far away from the village. No one would know. I swam for the forbidden surface.

“Ayral!” Yrsla called out. “What are you doing?”

“I’m going to look at the humans! I have to!”

“But…the law! Father will be very angry at you.” Yrsla swam after me and snagged my hand, yanking me around.

“Please, Yrsla,” I said, cupping her cheeks. Her blue hair floated around her pain-filled face. “I need to find out.”

“But…humans are monsters.”

“Then why did the old mermaids love them?” My eyebrows furrowed.

“Well…they didn’t have a choice…” Yrsla looked up at the boat. “They have a net out. They’re <em>fishing.</em>”

I rolled my eyes. “We eat fish.”

“Well…” Yrsla bit her lip.

“We keep schools of fish for eating, Yrsla. How’s it different?”

“They’re air dwellers. Why don’t they throw their nets in the air and catch those flying fish.”
“Birds?”

“Yes, birds. Then they don’t need to pollute are waters with their boats.”

I shook my head and peered into her silver eyes. “Please, Yrsla. I need to know. Every day, I wonder about them. Why do we have such romantic songs about them and stories about brave fisherwives and strong fisherman? There has to be a reason.”

Yrsla’s eyebrows scrunched up. “But…that makes Father…wrong.” Yrsla licked my lips. “If you go up there, they’ll hurt you. Father can’t be wrong.”

“I’m willing to take the risk.” My thumbs stroked her cheeks. “Please, Yrsla.”

“Fine,” she pouted and jerked away from me. “Go up there and break the rules. It’ll be your own fault when you wind up dead.”

Yrsla turned and swam fast, shooting back to the village.

I watched her swim off. I wasn’t making a mistake. I felt it in my heart. This was the right decision. I loved Father, but I couldn’t be his merslut, daughter-concubine any longer. I didn’t want to be discarded. I wanted to be loved.

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Willa – Calthin Bay, Kingdom of Thlin

I stared at the profile of my husband as he stared into the water. His skin had that burnished, red tan of a true fisherman, not like some of the louts that tried to court me. A gorgeous mane of yellow hair spilled about his neck in a tangled mass. He was strong, working a ship put muscles on any man or woman, and it was nice to lean against his frame.

So I did that, resting my head on his shoulder. The bay wasn’t choppy today. The boat rocked in the gentle swell. We drifted on the current that circled the bay. The water lapped cool at my feet as the sun warmed my face.

I loved being out on the bay. It was partly why I chose to marry a fisherman. And Kolin had something all the other boys that pursued me—fishermen, dockworkers, merchant sons, carpenter apprentice, and more—all lacked. Kolin had dreams.

He always talked passionately about the old stories, pining to see a real mermaid. The way he talked about them, well, it stirred a girl’s heart. He had vision. On our marriage night, he had me convinced we would see a mermaid. I knew my older sisters and their husbands never went through with the mutual masturbation into the bay.

I was crushed with him when she did not appear. He made me believe.

“Maybe there are mermaids down there,” I whispered, my hand on his thigh. I stroked up the fish-leather shorts, my fingers crossing the fine stitching that held the hides together until I reached his groin, I rubbed him. “We could try to attract one’s attention?”

A smile crossed Kolin’s lips. “I married the best girl on all of Rez. No, all of the Myrt Sea.”

“Not all of Thlin?” I asked.

“Well,” he smiled, “I’ve heard of the girls of Lusor and their large, round breasts.”

I elbowed him in the stomach. “You think a girl that’s never tasted the sea could be better than me? Their skin is so light it’s pink, never burnished by the sun.”

A grin split his lips. “I guess you’re right. The best girl in all of Thlin.”

“Then let’s summon a mermaid,” I grinned, “and court her.”

My hand caressed his bulging cock. He swelled beneath my hand, always so ready and eager. I pulled at the lacings, the knot coming undone. My hand pushed inside and grasped hid dick. His groan was satisfying to my ears. I drew out his cock, his tip dark-red and throbbing, leaking precum.

“You’re eager,” I purred to him as I stroked up his cock. I squeezed harder, letting the drop of precum bead the tip before I smeared it around his thumb. “You’re just eager to cum, aren’t you?”

“I want the mermaid to taste my salt on the waves,” he panted.

Kolin’s hand reached over and touched my bare stomach before sliding up to my breasts. I had freed them earlier, letting the sun kiss my tits like a proper fisherwife. The town girls didn’t know the freedom of the bay and the salt, and hid their breasts like shy maids. Kolin’s calloused hand reached my breast and squeezed, his thumb stroking over my nipple.

The pleasure shot down to between my thighs, moistening my pussy. My hand tightened on his shaft, stroking him faster as I squirmed. I crossed my thighs, caressing my aching clit. I turned my face, pressing my lips against his cheek, his stubble was rough on my lips.

“Willa,” he groaned as my hand flew up and down on his cock. His hand squeezed my breast as his passion grew.

I kissed to his ear. My tongue flicked out, caressing it. “That’s it, seed the ocean and attract us a merwife.”

Kolin’s cock throbbed in my hand. My other hand pushed inside his shorts to massage his cum-laden balls. His hand squeezed my tit every time I played with his sensitive nuts. My hand slapped into his groin as I stroked him.

“I’m so close,” he groaned. “Willa, yes.”

“Just imagine the little mermaid beneath the waves, her hair fanning about her beautiful face, her breasts bobbing in the underwater current. She is staring up at us, her mouth open, eager to taste your salt on the water.”

“Gods, yes,” he panted. “Vedr’s stormy wind, I want her to taste my salt.”

I hoped Vedr, Goddess of Storms, would show us her favor instead of her anger.

“She’ll love your flavor. Her little mermaid pussy will grow so excited. She’ll draw closer to the surface while you rub my little clit and make me cum so hard I squirt my dew into the water. She’ll love both of our flavor and rise to the surface. She’ll court us and love us and bless us.”

“I can almost see her!” Kolin moaned as he stared into the depths. “She’s a dark shadow, her hair fanning out. She’s watching us.”

I looked down. The water rippled around the boat, glinting with the sunlight. For a moment, which was probably merely a trick of light bending and playing on the surface, I thought I saw her staring up at us.

“Cum!” I moaned as my hand stroked up his cock. “Seed the water!”

“Las’s cumming cock!”

My husband’s dick throbbed in my hand. He growled. His dick shuddered. I could feel the cum shooting through his cock to the tip, then the white fountained onto the sea, a small bit of foam before it dissolved into the water.

“Yes! Taste my salt,” Kolin groaned as a second blast erupted.

I squeezed hard as I slid my hand up his cock. A third blast shot into the water and then more dribbled out, running across my hand. Kolin panted as I raised my hand to my lips and enjoyed his salty seed.

“How can a mermaid resist this?” I purred as I took a second lick.

“She can’t,” he groaned. “Now let’s add your dew to sweeten the waters.”

I grinned at my husband, my poor pussy on fire.

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Ayral

I was so close to the surface. The humans sat on the edge of their boat, dangling their land-fins in the water. Through the rippling waves, I could see the fisherwife stroke her fisherman’s cock. The man’s strange appendages, tipped with stubby fingers, curled in the water.

Something white shot from him. His seed. It splashed on the water. They were giving me an offering. They were looking for a mermaid to court. My heart beat with excitement. His strange not-fin appendages kicked, swirling the water as more of his cum rained down.

I opened my mouth, breathing in the sea. I moved higher, searching for the taste of his cum. There was something saltier in the water. It was so faint, but it was delicious. My heart beat with excitement as I swam higher and higher.

I was breaking the law. The ocean’s surface was so close. The salty flavor grew stronger. I loved the taste of his seed. It was so exciting.

But what if they were evil like Father claimed? I bit my lip as I watched them. They shifted around. The fisher wife knelt on the edge of the boat. The fisherman ran his hands between her land-fins. They were almost like another set of arms, but thicker and longer. He rubbed between them.

Why?

I swam a little closer. My eyes widened. Between her strange, lower arms was something pink. A slit lay between them. Her pussy. The man stroked and fingered her, rubbing across her little clit. My own hands slid down my belly to my scales. I brushed around my slit. My flesh opened up to reveal my excited clam.

I stroked my folds as I watched the man pleasure his fisherwife.

The woman’s moans were muffled, but full of pleasure. She sounded as sweet as any mermaid crying out in bliss. The fisherman knew how to please her. His fingers were so deft as they stroked through her folds.

I fingered my self, pumping my digits in and out of my greedy hole. The salty flavor of the man’s seed was so strong in the water. I just had to flick my tail a few times, and I would broach the surface. I bit my lip.

They couldn’t be evil. Look at how much pleasure he gave her.

But Father also gave me that same pleasure.

The fisherman leaned over and kissed the curvy cheeks that adorned the woman’s rear. They almost were like breasts, forming a delicious, heart-shaped mound at the tops of her strange land-fins. His lips kissed deeper and deeper in between those curvy cheeks, licking and sucking at something.

“Yes…my asshole…lick it..” moaned the woman, her words momentarily clear before a wave slapped up against the side of the boat.

“Wow,” I gasped. “He’s tonguing her rear slit. That’s so…”

I almost said nasty, but then I remembered how passionate she moaned as he licked her. She loved it. This man wanted to pleasure her. Not like Father. He only used me for <em>his</em> pleasure. He fingered my pussy so I would let him fuck me.

But the fisherman already came. He didn’t have to pleasure his fisherwife. He wanted to. It was so beautiful.

My fingers curled in my pussy’s depths. My tail fluttered beneath me as my pleasure rose. I wanted to meet them. I didn’t care how much in trouble with father I would get into. This felt so right to me. I brushed that special spot inside of me.

My pussy spasmed about my fingers.

“Kolin!” gasped the woman.

Her pussy clenched. My eyes widened as clear juices squirted from her pussy and splashed on the surface of the sea. I breathed through my mouth and tasted something tangy and exciting. Her pussy was wonderful.

They had to be wonderful.

My fin fluttered and I propelled myself the last ten feet to the surface. I broke through the water and entered air. I gasped in shock as my skin suddenly felt…not wet. My hair clung around my face and shoulders instead of fanning about me. Everything sounded so different—sharper, louder. Not muted by the dull roar of the ocean.

“It’s a mermaid, Willa!” the man gasped, his words loud, almost assaulting my ears. But there was such excitement in his voice.

I knew I had made the right decision to court these humans.

To be continued…

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The hit had gone fine, just hadn’t expected that a cop would walk out and see it. Worse still a cruiser pulled in the parking lot at the same time. Not surprising, this wasn’t something I planned. I rushed to my motorcycle, hoping to make a clean getaway, I felt it when the leads hit my back. Goddamn Taser shot the juice through my body and I collapsed.

The Hitwoman:
The Blonde Bombshell
By Millie Dynamite

The hit had gone fine, just hadn’t expected that a cop would walk out and see it. Worse still a cruiser pulled in the parking lot at the same time. Not surprising, this wasn’t something I planned. I rushed to my motorcycle, hoping to make a clean getaway, I felt it when the leads hit my back. Goddamn Taser shot the juice through my body and I collapsed.

I jerked around on the floor as the juice shot through my body. Okay, okay you’ve got me, I thought, now you’re just being cruel. The big cop giggled as he clutched the trigger on the Taser, his partner likewise had a good laugh at my expense. I’ll remember this, mother fuckers!

“That’s enough,” the plain closed officer said. “Hard to believe such a small girl killed such a big hulk as Hagger.”

“Snapped his neck,” one of the uniforms said. “She’s buff, sergeant. Look at her muscles.”

The one in the suit dug my wallet out and looked at the ID. He stood up and put the wallet on my motorcycle seat. Then he put the silken rope I had used to kill my mark there. He said something I couldn’t make out and the three of them laughed.

“Miss Allen,” the plain closed cop began, as one of the true-blue boys yanked me to my feet. My head started to clear and plotted my escape. The brute cuffed my hands behind my back, the cuffs were snug but not tight, good. “You’re under arrest for the murder of one Thomas Haggar, you have the right…”

Yada…yada yeah, I know, sure I know it isn’t my first arrest, just get it over with, I thought it but didn’t say it when he finished the claptrap rights bullshit I spoke for the first time, “Yeah, sure I understand.” I didn’t have time for this shit, I have another job and a boat to catch.

“Take her downtown,” the plainclothes detective told them. “Pat her down good be sure she doesn’t have anything concealed. Leave me some evidence bags before you go.”

Tweddle Dumb felt my body all over, I can feel his appreciation with every squeeze. Tweddle Dee watched licking his pig lips his little pecker standing straight out in his pants. He pulled the needle-nosed pliers from my back pocket and sat it on my motorcycle seat. They led me to the car and looked back at Dick Tracy as he examined the scene, still shaking his head that I had snapped the big man’s neck.

“Watch your head,” Dee said as he guided me in the back seat of the cruiser. It was a standard cruiser, no cage between them and me. Dumbasses, this would be quick work.

Closing my eyes, I envisioned my hands and wrist and the cuffs around my wrist. Small, my hands had to be smaller, I rolled my hands and finger together, the bones contracted, the space between bones collapsed. I heard the doors close, the first mine then the passenger door, at last, the drivers. The engine turned over, the powerful motor purred like a caged lion. I heard the crunching of the gravel under wheels as we pulled out of the parking lot onto the roadway.

My hands were free, I clutched the cuff’s inside my left hand and moved my right hand around and unbuckled my belt. Opening my eyes, I studied the back of the cop’s heads, they had removed their hats and stuck them on the dashboard wedged between windshield and dash at the front. The men were having a disagreement, Tweddle Dumb needed a cup of coffee, Tweddle Dee wanted to get me to the station ASAP. Since Dumb drove, he won, stopping in an empty parking lot of an all-night diner.

Dumb exited the car, walked to the door of the cafe looked back and held up two fingers, and Dee nodded. He pulled a pack of smokes from his pocket and looked at me in the review mirror. He lit the cigarette, turned his attention back to the restaurant.

In one swift motion, I yanked the belt from around my waist, wrapped it around his neck and twisted. I watched the fun in the review, the cigarette fell from his lips, his mouth twisted and contorted, Dee’s hands went to the belt, he dug his fingers in under the supple leather. In a flash, his right hand dropped, he had remembered his gun. Putting my knees against the back of his seat for leverage. The handgun rose, he twisted his hand pointing the weapon my direction. I yanked to the left has hard as I could. The sharp snap of cracking vertebra preceded his hand going slack and gun tumbling to his lap, then down to the floorboard.

I let loose of one side of the belt, dropped my feet to the floorboard and watched as his body jerked, shook, and twitched. I climbed over the seat and exited through the driver’s door, turning back I watched the movement stop.

“Nice,” I said, my second rush for the night. I turned to the door of the restaurant, I knew Tweddle Dumb would be returning in a few moments. I rushed up to the diner and concealed myself beside the bump out entryway. I heard the jingle of the bell on the door as Dumb exited the cafe and his steps as he came down the ramp. I prepared myself.

Tweddle Dumb stood looking at the cruiser, he could see something was wrong. He held a coffee in each hand, he turned ever so slowly to me. His eyes wide, he wanted to drop the coffee’s and grab his gun, I could see that. Leaping up, I snapped a kick out, the spiked heel of my shoe struck his head just above his nose. He staggered back, still holding the coffees in his hands.

I ran toward him again jumping but directing my kick to his chest. The heel struck his sternum, he crashed to the ground, his hands spasmed as he did crushing the Styrofoam cups. Standing over him, I gazed at him, eyes rolled around trying to focus. I kicked again, driving the heel of my boot deep inside his chest. The blood gushed for a moment the just oozed. His eyes moved no more as the light vanished from them.

Bending down I took the car keys, walked back to the cop car, dumped his dead partner out of the car. Turning the motor over, I felt the rumble of the powerful engine. I drove back to the crime scene, lights and siren blaring. I had something to get, something sentimental to me. As I neared the now empty bar, I shut all the lights off and killed the siren. Pulling in I saw that no CSU had arrived and the plainclothes investigator was alone at the scene.

I shot every light on, full bright, and barreled toward him. The cop raised his hands to shield his eyes, I plowed over him. Getting out of the car, I took the shotgun from its place and shucked a shell into its chamber. Walking over to the cop I smiled at him, he tried to get to his gun. I just watched as he squirmed, I don’t know how many his bones were broken, most of them. Pointing the shotgun at his face, I squeezed the trigger.

The gun barked out, I shucked in a second shell and fired again at his chest, then again at his belly. I walked back to the dead body and looked around, flashing lights, the ME would be here in a minute. I took my plyers and my silk garrote from their respective evidence bags. Taking the pliers, I bent down opened, the big man’s mouth, pulled a tooth and dropped into one of the evidence bags.

Jumping on my bike I sped away from the scene, rushing to the high rise downtown where this night had begun. I rode the elevator up to the penthouse. Ringing the doorbell, I steadied myself for the last task.

The big breasted blonde opened the door, she looked me up one side and down the other, she like what she saw. The whore leaned against the door, her slinky white nightie did little to hide the soft alabaster skin below, her fat elongated nipples, or the light triangle of pubic fur. Her blue eyes swam in to see red, and the drink in her hand begging to be lifted to her ruby lips again. They used to call sluts like this blonde bombshells. She exuded sexuality, curvy, soft and full of promise.

“Where’s Tommy?” she questioned me, her sultry southern accent sounded so dirty even when her words weren’t.

“Spending time with cops,” I said.

“He’s a dumb ass,” she said turning from she sauntered back into the room, her ass swiveling one way then other as if on ball bearings. “I got so worked up, thinking about the three of us in bed,” Hazel turned back to me and smiled. “Guess we don’t need him though.”

She downed the drink and poured another, full glass all bourbon. She sipped it smiling at me as she backed away toward the bedroom door. The index finger of her free hand went to her lips, and she played with the long nail in her teeth, not quite biting it. She back into the door, I stood there like a statue, this hadn’t been in my plan.

“Ryann, you’re the most butch bitch I have ever seen,” Candy told me. “I mean even your name is masculine, Ryann. I bet you take any woman you want, the question is, do you want me?”

“Perhaps, but what would Thomas say?”

“Who gives a shit what Thomas says or thinks,” she said pushing the door open behind her. “It isn’t like Tommy is…” she paused for a moment, “in charge…he isn’t in charge of anything. Look at you, all tight muscles packed into the leather catsuit. I hadn’t ever realized how good black’s look in black.” She licked her lips, took a deep swallow of her bourbon, curling the finger she had been gnawing on her motioned for me to come to her, “Here kitty, kitty, kitty, put your claws away and let’s play.”

Part of my plan or not, I licked my lips and followed the bitch to her bed. I took her, ripped the nightgown from her body, like the animal she wanted. Tossed her on the bed, I peeled out of my clothes, saving the spiked heeled boots till last. I ogled her body, pouncing on her, I forced her face to my shaved snatch. She devoured me, bringing me near orgasm and then resisting. I pull her back to my snatch and again force her.

Each time I get near she fauns resistance. I force her back to her work. Finally, I refuse to let the bitch move away, my juice oozes on her face as I climax rolling my hips. I fall off her, laying on the bed, sucking air to regain my composure.

The bitch rolls over and opens her nightstand, pulling a strap-on from the drawer with an enormous rubber pecker hang in the harness. I take it from her, standing on the floor I put the contraption on, an idea breaks in my head. I walk around and pick up pants, pull the belt from the loops.

“Now be my good bitch,” I say smacking my palm with the belt. “On the floor, on all fours and get ready for the fucking of your life.” She positions herself in front of her closet, ass up her head hanging, blonde curls touching the floor. I enter her in one hard thrust and begin humping her for all I’m worth, better than any man that’s certain.

I can feel her meeting each thrust. She throws her head back, groaning. I put the belt around her neck and pull a little, I don’t want her to realize this isn’t play. I keep humping, tighten down as she gets nearer the edge of orgasm. Something, I don’t know what tipped her. I felt her body react and she stiffened up, not in sexual ecstasy…she began to buck trying to throw me off her.

I tightened the belt and twisted it. Candy body jerked, she moved out from under me. She lurched, and her feet went to the wall. Using the wall, the woman hurled backward over my head. She crashed down behind me and pounced on me. Somehow, she had gotten the belt. Candy squeezed and twisted, my hands went under the leather. I couldn’t breathe, she wrapped the strap tighter.

I began to feel desperation, dragging us to our feet. The bitch was shorter than me, I rammed my elbows back into Candy’s fat tits, hard. Each time I jabbed the bitches plump breast, she moved back. Candy’s hands slipped from the belt. Candy rammed her head into me as turned toward her. Reaching down she picked up the belt and began to whale on me with it.

I caught it at last and tossed it away to the far side of the room. Spinning around I flung a foot in her gut. The whore doubled up and kicked her face with another spinning roundhouse. She plummeted to the floor and pounced on top of her. Pounding her beautiful face, I smashed her nose flat, I kept beating her. I moved to her mouth, determined to knock a souvenir out of her lovely face.

Pausing I leaned back, breathing hard she spat blood and teeth out on the floor beside her. Candy began to beg for her life, promising to give me a hundred thousand dollars to let her live. Then two when she I was unmoved, then three. My features softened and smiled.

“Right now,” I asked her.

“Yes,” she said the blood still boiling out of her mouth. I let her log onto her computer, into her bank account. I gave her my untraceable Cayman account number, she transferred the funds. “There, I held up my end,” Candy told me.

“Now it’s my turn,” I said helping her to stand. “Let’s get you back to bed shall we?” I helped into the bed. Made her comfortable, fluffing up her pillows. “What shall I tell Mr. Tortoni?”

“We’ll think of something,” she said the pain her eyes was exquisite. I smiled and petted her hair like she was a dog. I smiled at her kissed her on her cheek. Jumped on top of her chest knees digging deep into her tits.

Yanking the pillow from under her head, I pushed it over her face and pressed down hard. She struggled for a few minutes and last passed. I held my position for some time, stood and cleaned myself up, then redressed.

Something happened in the penthouse that night, a fire broke out and burned out of control for over an hour. The firemen hate fighting fires inside tall buildings. That notwithstanding, they did their duty and went inside, they fought for hours. I watched the brave lads as they would come out, coughing and hacking. Finally, it was over, and they brought out the crispy Candy.

I made it to my boat just in time, and we shoved off with the city in turmoil. Three cops murdered, a prominent businessman and his girlfriend killed in separate events. It would take weeks for them to piece this together.

In the meantime, I’m enjoying a cruis on my private yacht, with a white boy toy to use, until I grow tired of him.

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Tucker the Irish Setter just wanted a game of fetch. What he got was so much better.

With a sigh, Tucker the Irish Setter squirmed restlessly on the well-worn but comfortable couch. He whimpered with a sense of boredom. If only someone would take him outside for a game of ‘fetch’.

At the other end of the couch, Morgan lay sprawled out, her interest directed at a book. Her lips pursed as she read, turning to the next page on a particularly lurid section of the presumably romantic novel she had picked up at a garage sale. She indulged in another sip of wine and set the glass on the end table, noting sadly that the bottle was depleting at a rapid rate.

Tucker issued a plaintive whine. Morgan stretched out her leg and lazily scratched his doggy tummy with her toe. With that minimal effort completed, she returned back to her book. Sensing that no game of fetch was in the offering, the canine rolled onto his back, licked one paw, then dropped off to sleep with a snore.

Morgan turned another page. The buxom heroine in the low-cut bodice depicted on the cover of the novel found herself in dire straits. Captured by a band of ruthless pirates, she was bartering for her life. With neither jewels nor gold to offer, she had only the willing cooperation of her ample female assets to trade. The pirates numbered over thirty. It was going to be a long, hard night unless a brave champion were to appear…

At about a dozen pirates in, no swashbuckling hero had ridden to the rescue. Every conceivable orifice of the female lead had been gloriously and repeatedly violated in explicit and highly imaginative detail, at times by several men at once. Morgan hadn’t realized it was ‘that’ kind of a book. But she didn’t take offense. “Some girls have all the luck…” she wistfully thought.

Absentmindedly, the fingers of her right hand eased down to the crotch of her tight grey shorts, lightly caressing her vaginal mound through the thin, cottony material. A steamy wetness simmered in her loins and a small patch of telltale vaginal wetness was beginning to spread. But then the sound of footsteps approached the living room. Morgan’s faced flushed with embarrassment and she hastily drew back her hand and discretely slid the erotic book under a pillow on the couch.

Looking up, she smiled as her daughter Brooke entered the room. Lost in her own thoughts, the petite blonde ignored her mother’s smile, a look of intent focus clouding her pretty facial features. Her shimmering hair, bound up in a ponytail, bounced as she stopped and turned, arms crossed over her chest. A pouty expression crossed her face as she turned her attention up toward the top of the book shelf. Morgan followed her daughter’s gaze, curious as to what had captured the girl’s fascination. Displayed atop the imposing wooden cabinet was Charlie’s treasured college football — a memento of the championship game from years ago — signed by his teammates. Morgan sighed wistfully, recalling wonderful memories of her life with her husband Charlie before the car accident that had taken him and left her as a struggling single mom.

“What are you looking at, Brooke?” Morgan finally inquired, slightly unnerved by her daughter’s unwavering stare at the old college ball. Tucker perked up on the couch, tail thumping as he shifted his gaze from mother to daughter.

Brooke turned, sporting a frown. “Billy Davidson says that all our teachers are lying to us! Lying about everything!”

Morgan suppressed the urge to roll her eyes. Billy Davidson attended school with Brooke and was notorious for frequently stirring up some sort of discontent. “What did Billy say this time?” Morgan inquired patiently.

Brooke took a deep breath, then gushed out her frustrations. “We were in health class, you know, where they teach sex ed and all that yucky stuff, and the teacher — Miss Anderson — she said that giving birth was like trying to push a football… through… well, you know, through a girl’s… private parts.”

Morgan looked up at the football with an appraising glance, a shudder passing through her as the painful memories of going through child birth with Brooke came flooding back.

“Billy says that’s not even possible,” Brooke continued, “because a football is way bigger around than a baby, and there is no way a football could ever squeeze out of a mother’s… you know… pussy.” Morgan inwardly cringed at her daughter’s crude language, but chose not to chastise her as the girl was obviously upset. “So Billy says that if Miss Anderson is lying about that, then she’s lying about other things, and our other teachers are probably lying to us about everything else too! And… and…” Brooke’s voice cracked with emotion, trailing off into a quiet sob as she wiped the tears from her eyes and gave an emotional sniff.

“Honey, no, your teachers aren’t lying to you!” Morgan assured her daughter, sensing the girl’s faith in the entire educational process severely rattled.

Brooked looked up at her mother, dabbing away an errant tear trailing down her cheek. “They’re not?” she inquired insecurely.

“Of course not, Sweetie. Don’t pay attention to the nonsense Billy says.”

Brooke turned her attention back to the top of the cabinet. “So you could fit an entire football in your… you know… your pussy?” she inquired in a hushed whisper, a sense of awestruck wonder in her voice.

A momentary ripple of intrigue twitched through Morgan’s sweltering cunt, still in a state of unsatisfied arousal from her explicit reading material. But a sense of decorum overruled her primal urges. “Well, Brooke, I mean… it’s just that…” she stammered.

“So you can’t, and Billy is right! Our teachers are lying!” Brooke exclaimed, hurt betrayal in her voice.

“No, baby, you’re teachers aren’t lying… but…” Morgan replied.

Brooke turned to face her. “Then how come you won’t say its true?” she challenged. “How can I ever believe any of my teachers again?”

Backed into a logic corner, Morgan chewed her lower lip in frustration. What was she to do? Brooke’s trust in all of her schooling was obviously on the line. But with a nervous look up at the football on the shelf, she realized that the oblong leather-bound ball was indeed much larger than a newborn baby. Could a football really make it through the tight squeeze a woman’s cunt? The mental image of such a feat sent another shudder of illicit interest shivering through Morgan’s already slippery snatch.

Brooke looked from her mother, up to the football, and back to her mother, her distrust obviously growing as awkward seconds slowly ticked by on the nearby grandfather clock. “Can you show me?” she inquired in a pleading tone.

Morgan choked and coughed nervously, caught entirely off guard by the unusual and profane request. Morgan and Brooke had always been close, with few secrets left untold. But this… this was crossing into entirely uncharted territory of a mother / daughter relationship. Also, Morgan wasn’t entirely sure her tight little twat was really up to such a challenge.

A long pause ensued. Brooke’s eyes once again began to cloud with tears. “Alright… I’ll give it a try,” Morgan reluctantly agreed, her heart pounding an anxious patter. She rose from the couch, a bit unsteady from the effects of the alcohol. Brooke hurried to the kitchen, returning with a chair. She clambered up and retrieved the football. Mother and daughter inspected the leathery ball, not sure of how to proceed.

The Irish Setter hopped off the couch, tail wagging, thinking the football was a good omen that a game of fetch might finally be in the cards. He nuzzled Brooke’s hand. “Tucker, not now!” the girl chastised. The canine’s tail drooped. With a disappointed whine he slunk back to his position of the couch, circled twice, and dropped onto the cushion with an annoyed “chuff!”

With a determined set to her jaw, and her judgment clouded by a fair dose of alcohol, Morgan mentally banished her sense of shyness in front of her daughter. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts, wriggling her hips as she peeled the snug garment downward over her trim thighs and shapely legs. Her nipples perked visibly with arousal, tenting out her faded teeshirt. She took a deep breath in a vain attempt to steady her nerves, then pulled down her tight panties. A moist patch of vaginal fluid soaked the silky crotch, and a few shimmering strands of gooey wetness spanned taut between her shaved cunt lips and the departing undies. A hot flush of shame crept up her cheeks as her daughter gazed at her mother’s moist, naked loins and nervously licked her lips.

“So… Uh… how do you…” Brooke stammered, breaking the awkward silence.

How do you go about fucking a football? Morgan pondered in her mind, completing her daughter’s question. Well, that remained to be seen… She thoughtfully ran her fingers over the ball, a growing sense of concern washing over her as she assessed its girth. Charlie had lived and breathed football, always quoting facts and figures. An official ball measured roughly eleven inches in length and seven inches in diameter. From experience, she knew a newborn baby was only about four inches in girth. Morgan was suddenly beset with second thoughts. But as Brooke looked up at her with wide, blue eyes, Morgan knew she could not betray the girl’s trust.

“Hold the ball on the chair,” Morgan directed. Brooke nodded and eagerly complied, obviously caught up in the excitement. Kneeling on the carpeted floor, she placed the football on the kitchen chair, one rounded tip of the ball pointed ominously upward and the other end set firmly into the padded vinyl seat. Morgan paused to take a long swig of wine, draining the remains of the bottle in an attempt to bolster her faltering confidence. Then she maneuvered around her kneeling daughter and straddled the chair backwards, gripping onto the carved wooden back with both hands for support. Taking a deep breath, she slowly squatted down in a most unladylike pose, a nervous tremor rippling up her spine as she spread her legs and eased herself lower. Brooke flipped her hair back out of her face with a toss of her head and peered upward with a wide-eyed gaze of anticipation.

The leathery ball made contact with her Morgan’s inner thighs, rubbing with enticing friction. A trickle of vaginal fluid seeped from her pussy as her ruffled twat lips unfurled with growing arousal. Brooke scooted in closer between her mother’s spread legs, maneuvering the ball into position. Morgan flinched as the leathery tip made contact with her tender cunt flesh. Her ruffled pink twat lips spread, caressing the rounded narrow end of the football with an obscene vaginal kiss. She could feel ever every stitch, every seam and surface roughness of the ball on her silky soft skin. Stifling a moan — equal parts shame and carnal anticipation — Morgan sensuously rolled her hips, whimpering as the tip of the football nosed into the parting lips of her quivering pussy. Brooke’s hot breath washed over her mother’s inner thighs, raising goose bumps and a jittery tremor.

Tucker shifted on the couch, his furry head turned sideways in curiosity at the woman’s inexplicable antics. His snout settled down onto his paws, watching the goings on with interest.

Morgan closed her eyes, imagining the tip of the tanned, leathery football was the firm, fleshy head of a massive black cock. Caught up in the hectic schedule of holding down a career and raising a daughter, it had been years since she had enjoyed the pleasure of a man. Sexual urges, buried but not forgotten, came flooding to the surface. Any lingering reservations Morgan had about getting her tight little pussy fully stuffed faded as her twat trembled with a simmering carnal urge.

Slowly grinding in a lewd circle, Morgan nervously chewed her lower lip. As the oblong leather ball began to press up into her sweet wet fuck sleeve, the girth was already increasing quickly. She looked down. The ball was only an inch inside her and less than three inches in diameter, but already the size was putting a serious stretch into her tight little twat. “Hold it steady, Sweetie,” she urged her daughter as the ball wriggled to and fro. Brooke nodded and clenched the football tighter, a look on concentration on her face. Morgan tightened her grip on the back of the chair, and slowly brought more of her body weight downward.

Teeth clenched with the effort, Morgan bucked her hips as the ball ground to a halt. A lustful grunt escaped her lips as the ball’s insertion reached the two inch mark. Her widely splayed pussy ached with delight as the girth of the ball had flared to about four inches. This was about the size of a normal newborn child, so Morgan was starting to side with Billy’s opinion regarding lying teachers. But she wasn’t going to give up now. Carefully she relaxed her legs, easing even more weight down onto the ball. Clear, slippery fluid was draining freely from her straining cunt, lending a glistening sheen to the ball. Morgan wriggled her naked hips, straining with the effort. The steady flow of vaginal lubrication helped, and another inch of official NFL pigskin was slowly, forcefully pressed into Morgan’s pink pussy. Three inches deep and the diameter of the ball had flared to five inches. Morgan began to pant with the effort, her chest heaving as her erect, throbbing nipples rubbed every so delightfully on the inside of her loose shirt.

Brooke’s eyes were wide in amazement as her position between her mother’s naked thighs offered a close up and obscene view of Morgan’s stretched and straining twat. Slack-jawed, she looked up. “Does it hurt, Mommy?” She breathed.

Morgan closed her eyes and churned her hips, moaning sensuously and grinding further downward. “It feels so good,” she sighed. “… so good…” She eased up off the ball just a bit and with a determined thrust impaled herself downward. A satisfied grunt escaped her lips and a wet squelching noise accompanied the ball’s progress back into her juicy twat. A sheen of perspiration dewed up on Morgan’s naked legs, adding to the glistening vaginal wetness trailing down her inner thighs.

“It’s getting so wet! Brooke muttered as she struggled to maintain her grip on the increasingly slippery ball. The girl inhaled deeply, the alluring scent of her mother’s cunt in heat hanging heavy in the air. She shifted her hands, left down low on the ball and the right higher up. The extended thumb of her right hand slipped into the firm, deep crack of her mother’s ass, accidentally bushing lightly against the tender flesh of Morgan’s clenched little asshole.

Morgan flinched in surprise. “Oh, god!” she groaned. Charlie had never shown any interest in backdoor antics, so this was virgin territory.

“Sorry,” Brooke apologized, blushing red as she curled her thumb away.

“No… It feels really good, Baby!” Morgan purred, tossing her hair in a flirty motion. She turned to look back over her shoulder, her deep blue eyes locking with her daughter in a meaningful gaze.

Grinning up at her, Brooke took that sultry look as permission to continue. The girl licked her lips and tilted her head sideways for a better view into the inviting cleft of her mother’s shapely rump. Morgan’s crinkled little anus shivered, and clenched tightly, beckoning Brooke’s attention. Her heart pounding with excitement, the cute blonde eased her extended thumb back into position between her mother’s butt cheeks, gently rubbing, teasing the soft, crinkled flesh of her mother’s rectal pucker.

“Fuck!” Morgan hissed, instinctively pushing her hips back against the steadily increasing pressure of her daughter’s probing digit. “Do it! Stick it up Mommy’s tight little asshole, Sweetie,” she urged in a raspy whisper.

Brooke grinned, only too happy to comply in this new wrinkle of incestuous perversion. Morgan’s hips ground in a circular motion and then bucked as the token resistance of her quivering anus began to falter. Her anal orifice puckered rapidly back and forth, then blossomed open under Brooke’s insistent probing. Morgan sobbed with passion as her daughter’s thumb slipped into the steamy depths of her hot, lustful shitter.

With renewed enthusiasm, Morgan once again looked down between her legs, assessing her progress on the football. While she was distracted by the energetic delights of coaxing her daughter’s thumb up into her asshole, another inch of the football had plowed into her twat. Four inches in and the ball flared to about six inches in diameter. The swell of the football wasn’t growing as quickly anymore, but the thickest part still remained.

Brooke’s thumb wriggled playfully in the clutching depths of her mother’s bunghole teasing that grasping fleshy anal rim. Morgan issued a lustful, enthusiastic squeal, giggling as she bucked her hips back and forth for the final effort. The laces on the ball scraped sensuously on the tender fleshy folds of her straining twat, adding to the stimulation.

At this point the football seemed securely wedged into position, trapped between the seat of the chair and firmly clenched in Morgan’s obscenely stretched twat. Brooke cautiously released her grip. Slowly she tugged her thumb out of her mother’s clutching rectum. Morgan mewled in protest, looking down at Brooke. Their eyes met and Brooke slowly slipped her thumb into her mouth, suckling on the talented digit, savoring the taste of her mother’s ass. Then she slipped her middle finger into her wet, sensuous lips, stroking slowly in and out as she met her mother’s gaze.

“Oh, you naughty girl,” Morgan breathed, a shiver rippling up her spine. Brooke smiled and slipped her moistened middle finger into the crack of her Mother’s ass. “Do it!” Morgan begged. “Push it in deep!” Brooke happily complied, pressing her finger in between the fleshy pillows of her mother’s ass. The worming digit zeroed in on its target, finding Morgan’s little rectal pucker still primed and ready for another anal invasion. In a single stroke, Brooke buried the full length of her middle finger into the steamy depths of her mother’s eager shitter.

Morgan howled with lust as an orgasm exploded in her quivering pussy. Her twat clenched down tight around the invading football, the rippling muscular contractions squeezing down on the ball. A couple inches of the football pressed out of her cunt, giving up the hard-won progress. Morgan hissed in dismay, her naked thighs trembling in the throes of her orgasmic spasms as she bucked her hips, letting the weight of her body bear downward onto the leathery ball. Her rectal tract rippled, her anus desperately sucking on Brooke’s embedded finger like a hungry little mouth.

The football plowed back into her fuck slot, reaching the earlier four inch mark and continuing deeper. Morgan gasped, a painful straining sensation sending a shock through her tortured twat. Brooke gently caressed her mother’s naked rump cheek, planting a soothing kiss on her firm buttock as she slowly stroked her middle finger back and forth in Morgan’s clutching anus.

Panting, Morgan took a deep calming breath and painful flare in the depths of her obscenely stretched pussy began to fade. The frantic hammering of her heart slowed to a more normal rate and she shivered, drenched in sweat. Glancing down, she stifled a gasp of shock, finding over half the football buried in her gaping twat. Six inches of the ball were fucked in deep and the lips of her trembling cunt strained around the seven inch diameter. Morgan squirmed experimentally and another inch of the pigskin eased into her aching fuck tunnel. The diameter of the ball decreased, bringing a measure of relief to Morgan’s widely splayed pussy even as it burrowed deeper into the pink wet cavern of her cunt. The widest part of the ball was stuffed inside.

Instinctively, Morgan’s hips bucked again, swallowing another inch of the ball with growing ease. She groaned as the football slipped in deeper, filling her twat, her tummy visibly bulging. She paused, unsure if she should continue. But the straining entrance of her cunt clenched down tight, wanting more, wanting it all. Morgan whimpered, watching helplessly as her greedy pussy relentlessly pulled more of the ball into her silky vaginal clutches.

“OH GOD!” Morgan moaned, feeling another orgasmic spasm begin to build. Brooke’s middle finger slipped from the loving embrace of her mother’s asshole. “Please…” Morgan moaned. Her daughter rewarded her mother’s anal cravings, pressing two fingers up into that eager shit socket. Morgan’s hips bucked as her cunt and anus convulsed in a series of frantic contractions. Her thighs quivered uncontrollably and only her grip on the back of the chair managed to keep her upright. A straining sensation filled her cunt and the touch of cool vinyl pressed up against her naked ass cheeks. Morgan blinked in disbelief as she looked down, watching as the remainder of the football was pulled almost effortlessly inside her by the convulsions of her insatiable twat. With a satisfied grunt she bucked her hips, leaving a slick vaginal smear as she rubbed her wet pussy across the seat of the chair. Her fleshy twat lips drew closed as the bottom tip of the football disappeared from view.

Brooke gasped, pulling her talented fingers from her mother’s rectum with a wet slurp. “You did it!” she gushed in an awestruck tone.

Morgan nodded with exhausted satisfaction. Slowly she stood up from the chair, sticky strands of twat sauce dripping from her ass and thighs. Lifting the hem of her teeshirt, she inspected the results. Her belly bulged, distended by the embedded football. She winched, gently rubbing her fingers over her stretched tummy, suddenly feeling and looking very pregnant. A nagging sense of humiliation flitted at the edge of her emotions, suggesting that fucking a football might not be a healthy mother-daughter bonding experience. But those lingering doubts were overshadowed by an undeniable sense of pride and accomplishment.

Her straining tummy rippled with a growing muscle cramp, protesting the insertion of the football. Feeling the educational question had been settled and her point proven, Morgan tightened her abdominal muscles, attempting to squeeze the football from her cunt. The tip of the ball pried her vaginal lips apart, protruding outward just an inch. Morgan trembled with the strain, then gasped, panting with the effort. The tip of the ball retreated back into the enveloping folds of her dripping cunt.

Morgan flashed a reassuring smile at Brooke, who looked up with a concerned glance. Spreading her legs and squatting, Morgan strained again. A shimmering dribble of cunt cream drained from her pussy as her twat lips gaped, sticky streamers dangling and dribbling to the floor. The rounded leathery nose of the ball made its reappearance, peeking out of Morgan’s abused and gaping fuck slot. Her thighs and tummy trembled, muscles straining as she attempted to expel the ball. Only a teasing inch of the ball poked its way out of her snug little snatch, her vaginal opening stretching in a failed attempt to expel the leathery object. Morgan gasped again as her muscles reached the point of exhaustion. She collapsed onto the chair, breathing hard.

Mother and daughter exchanged a look of concern. “Is it stuck?” Brooke asked, a nervous quiver to her voice.

“Just a little, I’m sure it’s fine…” Morgan replied, attempting to put on a brave face. Gripping the bottom of the chair seat with both hands, she spread her legs and tried again, her face reddening with the effort. The stubborn football once more peeked a scant inch out of her overstuffed little twat before Morgan’s endurance once again gave out. With a whimper she relaxed and the ball again withdrew into the clutching embrace of her juicy pussy.

“Can I help?” Brooke inquired, a look of wide-eyed alarm on her face.

Morgan nodded. “Try to grab it and pull it out,” she suggested. Brooke knelt between her mother’s splayed, naked thighs, hesitantly placing her hands on either side of her mother’s cunt. Morgan groaned. She brought her hands down to her tummy, pushing on the protruding swell. The bulge of the football made a promising minor shift downward under the distended skin. The rounded nose plowed its way through the woman’s flaring twat lips. Brooke attempted to close her fingers around the tip of the cunt-slickened ball, but it was like trying to get a grip on a greased pig — or a greased pig skin in this particular case. Morgan sobbed and slumped down in the chair. The ball slipped from Brooke’s ineffectively grasping fingers and retreated back into the depths of her mother’s snatch with a syrupy wet sucking noise.

The Irish Setter put in an appearance, tail wagging, his wet snout pressing between Morgan’s thighs as he conducted his investigation. The alluring scent of wet cunt certainly had the beast’s attention.

“Tucker! No!” Brooke chastised, snapping her fingers and pointing accusingly at the canine. The well-behaved Irish Setter issued a minor whimper of protest, then with an offend toss of his furry head, trotted off into the kitchen to see what sort of snacks might be on offer in his food bowl.

Brooke returned her attention to the problem at hand. “Maybe if I can get my fingers behind the ball to help push it out…” she pondered out loud, turning her head sideways as she studied the problem of her mother’s jammed up cunt.

Morgan nodded in reluctant agreement. Brooke eased her fingers up towards her mother’s pussy and Morgan turned away, unable to meet her daughter’s eyes. She stifled a moan and shifted her hips uncomfortably on the chair as Brooke’s delicate fingers eased into her dripping cunt. First her right hand, then her left pressed into the constricted vaginal gateway. Brooke’s fingers delved deeper, finding the embedded nose of the football and tracing up along its length, feeling the enlarging girth. Morgan’s abused little pussy stretched as Brooke’s wrists disappeared into the grasping vaginal folds. Brooke’s exploring fingers found the start of the lacing of the football, pressing ever deeper. Progress slowed as the relentless grip of her mother’s obscenely stretched cunt gripped down tight on the widest part of the football. Arms quivering, Brooke tried to push further. The skin on Morgan’s tummy rose, revealing the faltering progress of her daughter’s deeply delving fingers.

Morgan contracted her muscles, biting her lower lip with the effort as she bore down on the ball. But Brooke’s hands and fingers, deep inside her mother’s twat only served to stretch that quivering fuck slot that much tighter. The football shifted not a bit, and Brooke;s straining effort failed to push her fingers past the widest part of the leathery ball. “It’s… it’s not working, Sweetie,” Morgan groaned as her efforts once more wavered. As her mother’s tightly clenched twat relaxed, Brooke eased her hands from the depths of her mother’s slippery cunt, the skin up to the midpoint of her forearms glistening with a coating of vaginal discharge.

Brooke looked up at her mother with a concerned gaze, pondering. “Could we maybe deflate the ball?” she offered. “Like pop it with a knife or something?”

Morgan looked horrified. The thought of an accidental slip with a steak knife up her twat was not an option to consider. “Absolutely not,” she sternly insisted.

“Maybe we should we call a doctor?” Brooke suggested, running out of options.

Morgan shook her head. “Honey, I’m not going to the hospital with a football fucked up my cunt.” Brooke nodded reluctantly, understanding the concern.

Mother and daughter sat in despondent silence for several moments, desperately trying to think of a solution. Then a realization finally jumped to Morgan’s mind. In the birthing process, the natural contractions forced it from the womb. While inserting the football, Morgan had experienced a powerful orgasm. The vaginal contractions had almost pushed the football from her cunt. Maybe another prolonged orgasm could do the same. A glimmer of hope eased a smile onto her face as a plan began to form…

“Brooke, go up to the closet in my bedroom. On the top shelf there’s a blue cardboard box. Bring that down here.”

Her daughter hurried to comply. Footsteps pattered away up the stairs. A door opened, then closed. Hurried footsteps approached back down the stairs, announcing Brooke’s return, bearing the mysterious blue box. “What’s in here?” she inquired, her eyes glittering with the excitement of the intrigue.

Slightly embarrassed, Morgan lifted the top off the box. A couple years after Charlie’s death, she had been overcome with a sense of loneliness and frustration upon trying to reenter the dating scene. She had briefly flirted with the notion of indulging in a lesbian tryst with a woman she met at the gym. She had even gone so far as to order some “toys” off the internet in anticipation of an encounter. But in the end she had lost her nerve and nothing had come of it. She had hidden the purchase in the box at the top of her closet, essentially forgotten until now.

Brooke peered into the box. Morgan lifted out a curious package, still in the original hard plastic clamshell package. Perplexed, her daughter looked at the odd collection of a long, thick rubbery shaft and several lengths of leather straps. Suddenly she blushed, recognizing the shape as a large, double-headed dildo. “Mom!” she exclaimed, stifling a giggle. Morgan gritted her teeth and tugged at the packaging, finally spilling the contents to the floor as the stubborn plastic peeled apart.

“Take off your panties,” Morgan instructed, picking up the rubbery shaft and working the massive fake prick through an attachment ring that securely gripped the dildo at the midway point. Brooke hesitated, then reached under her short skirt to pull down her thong panties. Morgan held up the assembled strapon dildo, with leather strands and buckles dangling. The shaft was easily twenty inches long, featuring the unmistakable shape of flared cock head at each end. Past the each rounded head, the thickness of the shaft dropped to under two inches in diameter, but tapered back out to over three inches in girth as it reached the center of the double dildo. The surface was formed with exaggerated veins and bumps, adding an enticing if somewhat intimidating texture.

“What are we going to do with that?” Brooke inquired, breathless with anticipation. Once a girl helps her mother fuck a football, all the conventional boundaries have been shattered. Her heart pounded as visions of very naughty things danced in her imagination.

Morgan smiled. “You’re going to fuck Mommy up the ass,” she purred.

Brooke squealed with giddy, girlish delight, eager to contribute in any way she could to the ongoing incestuous debauchery.

At her mother’s instructions, Brooke squirmed as Morgan lifted the short hem of her daughter’s skirt and slowly began to press half of the enormous rubber prick into her tight little twat. The girl flinched, but then relaxed. Morgan looked up at her, pausing. Brooke took a deep, calming breath, then nodded. All of the preceding antics with the football had turned Brooke’s pussy into a sweltering swamp of lustful anticipation, so the rounded head of the fake prick slipped into her tight vaginal depths with a wet, easy squelch.

The first several inches embedded without much fuss, but as the prick thickened in girth, a more forceful effort was needed. Brooke’s hips bucked as Morgan pushed. The girl grunted, hissing in a sharp intake of breath as the shaft burrowed deeper, stretching her to her limits. With a final shove, Morgan buried half of the rubber cock in Brooke’s tight little pussy, pushing the mounting ring and straps firmly against her widely splayed twat lips. Brooke turned as Morgan worked the straps around her daughter’s thighs, waist, and firm bouncy rump cheeks. With a tug and cinch of the buckles the contraption was locked in place. Ten inches of hard rubber cock bobbed ominously from Brook’s loins, the other equal half of the fake prick clenched securely in her snug, steamy twat. The prick tented out from under the hem of Brook’s short skirt with a slight upward curve, seeming all the more obscene for leaving the garment in place. Brooke wriggled her hips experimentally, feeling the impressive heft of the huge cock swaying back and forth, churning the buried half ever so delightfully in her pussy. The hem of her skirt swished, revealing the enticing rounded curve of her naked ass cheeks underneath.

Morgan pulled a pillow from the couch and dropped to her knees on the carpet. She lowered her head to the floor, hugging the pillow for comfort and emotional support. She spread her knees apart in an open stance that parted the cheeks of her creamy rump ever so invitingly as she pressed her perky little ass up into the air. Her tummy bulged beneath her, the buried football still lodged deep in the depths of her wet cunt.

“Fuck me in the butt and make Mommy cum, Baby.” Morgan whispered, swiveling her hips in an alluring motion. Her heart beat a nervous rhythm in her chest. This was her last hope. If Brooke could make her cum — make her cum really hard — just maybe that would help squeeze the football out. Maybe Brooke and that huge strapon dildo might just do the trick. It was a gamble, but at this point it couldn’t hurt to give it a try.

Brooke shuddered as she inhaled a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. Butt-fucking her mother wasn’t the sort of thing a girl normally has on her bucket list for the day. Kneeling down behind Morgan, the girl carefully positioned herself between her mother’s spread legs. Looking down, she wrapped her delicate fingers around the rigid shaft of the strapon cock, slowly stroking up and down its length. In her vulnerable and submissive position, Morgan whimpered. She swiveled her upturned hips in a lewd motion, all semblance of morals and self-respect abandoned. She flinched as Brooke’s left hand settled gently onto her perky rump, fingers firmly gripping the muscular flesh, splaying her ass cheeks open. Brook’s other hand skimmed up the length of the rubber shaft, stopping just short of the flared out cock head. Carefully she leaned forward, bringing the wide tip of the rubbery prick into position. Morgan shivered with delight as the cock head seated itself securely into the inviting dimple of her ass.

“Please… be gentle,” Morgan cooed softly, meaning not a word of it.

Brooke began to push. Morgan wrapped her arms around the pillow underneath her, hugging it close. Her tight rectal pucker put up a momentary resistance, still playing the part of the reluctant anal virgin. Then she gasped, her head snapping up with a wide-eyed look as the cock knob plowed its way into the clutching embrace of her slippery rectum. Brooke stopped, her jaw dropping in amazement as her mother’s rectal gateway trembled, the crinkled fleshy opening nipping like a hungry little mouth at the embedded cock shaft.

With an experimental surge of her hips, Brooke pressed forward. Morgan dropped her head and sobbed into the pillow as she rolled her hips up and back to meet her daughter’s anal fuck thrust. Half of the rubber cock eased into that hot slippery shitter, gaining girth as it progressed.

“Go slow, Baby,” Morgan urged, savoring the burning friction that was building in her bowels. Brooke pulled back an inch or so and then thrust forward, neither slow nor gentle. Numerous inches of hard strapon cock plowed relentlessly into Morgan’s rectum. With a satisfied smile on her face, Brooke heard her mother stifle a lustful shriek into the pillow.

Panting, Morgan turned her head to the side, eyes glazed and a trickle of drool trailing from her slack lips. “Fuck me…” she murmured, “Fuck Mommy’s ass like a dirty whore…”

Brooke swiveled her hips back, withdrawing the cock shaft until only the flared head remained trapped in the clutching embrace of her mother’s ass. Morgan’s rectal pucker bulged as the tip of the slippery prick threatened to pop free. She could sense what was coming. She turned her face back downward, tensing as she bit into the pillow.

“You want it?” Brooke teased. Morgan squirmed, nodding, waiting.

“You want it all?” Brooke demanded. Morgan’s hips flinched in anticipation.

“Tell me you want it hard and deep, up your little whore ass,” Brooke hissed.

“I do…” Morgan breathed, honestly admitting. “Right up my little whore ass.”

“Tell me you want it to hurt,” Brooke demanded with a grin.

“Please…” Morgan begged in a whisper, “make it hurt… all the way in…”

With a grunt, Brooke lunged. Morgan howled, teeth clenching down onto the pillow as that firm rubber strapon cock hammered into her aching shitter. Every fake vein and bump on the surface of the cock seemed magnified by the highly sensitive nerves in Morgan’s incredibly tight virgin ass. The cock plowed in hard and fast, friction scalding the tender rectal tissues. The cock shaft thickened as it burrowed deep, the clutching grasp of her receptive shit socket slowly bringing it to a halt. A tear of joyful satisfaction trailed down Morgan’s left cheek as she numbly savored the abuse.

Brooke looked down. Eight inches of the thick strapon cock were shanked into her mother’s cute crinkled butthole. Two inches remained. The cute blonde thrust again. Morgan shrieked. A fleshy slap sounded as Brooke’s wet pussy lips smacked up hard against her mother’s quivering rump cheeks. Ten inches of strapon cock were now fully hilted in that snug little asshole, with the other ten inches lovingly embraced in Brooke’s sweet pussy.

Brooke pulled back. A wet sucking noise arose. Morgan’s pussy trembled, dripping juices in a steady trickle. The girl leaned down over her mother’s back, lips nuzzling at Morgan’s neck as she slowly spiked the full length of the cock shaft back into the eager rectal fuck tunnel. Morgan purred, churning her hips in a lazy circle. The rubber shaft bottomed out and mother and daughter clung together, lost in the moment of the loving embrace.

Unnoticed, canine paws padded on the carpet into the living room. Tucker paused, his head tilted sideways in confusion, finding Morgan and Brooke on the floor, locked together and squirming in an unusual position. Brooke’s hips drew back and thrust forward. Morgan groaned. “Harder,” she begged. Brooke was happy to comply on the next lunge, forcing a lustful grunt from Morgan’s lips. The Irish Setter sniffed the air. The heady scent of wet cunt was overpowering. The canine wasn’t sure what was going on between mother and daughter, but it was impossible to ignore the fact that the cute little blonde on top of the wriggling pile of female flesh was positioned in an almost ideal position for mounting. The hem of her short skirt rode up high, exposing the lower half of her naked ass cheeks. The Irish Setter didn’t have a human appreciation of the female form, but he sensed that somewhere within those fleshy haunches was a pussy that needed his attention. Tucker’s cock slipped from its sheath and began to swell in response. He laid his ears back and hunkered down low, stalking in a stealthy approach, using the furniture for cover.

Brooke rewarded her mother with another punishing full length stroke of the strapon cock, plowing into Morgan’s slippery anus. That lustful rectal fuck tunnel had given up all pretense of resistance and simply took every inch, hard and deep. Morgan’s hips bucked, meeting Brooke’s driving thrust with an eager response. Pussy flesh slapped once again on quivering naked ass cheeks and Brooke held the prick fully embedded, churning her hips in a lecherous circular motion.

“You like it?” Brooke teased. “Tell me you like it when I stuff it in deep.”

Morgan gasped in humiliation. “I… I do…” she whispered, blushing crimson.

Suddenly both Brooke and Morgan grunted in surprise as eighty pounds of Irish Setter came down heavy on Brooke’s back. Tucker thrust his furry haunches, driving nine inches of thick, throbbing dog cock forward blindly. The canine prick powered between Brooke’s naked thighs and found the ruffled, fleshy lips of her twat. The Irish Setter pushed, but found his entry blocked. The massive girth of the strapon cock had Brooke’s snug, juicy snatch filled to the brim. Tucker strained, trying to force his way in, but the overstretched little twat wasn’t prepared to handle two pricks at once. Frustrated and confused, the dog pulled back and thrust again, trying lower this time. His quivering fleshy cock skimmed between Brooke’s silky thighs, providing some stimulation but no real satisfaction.

Tucker jostled on Brooke’s back, locking his front paws around her ribcage and widening the stance on his rear legs. He pulled back and his furry, muscular haunches flexed, driving his hard cock forward. The tip of his prick pressed into the crack of Brooke’s jiggling rump cheeks, skittered up and down, then zeroed in on the inviting dimple of her anus. The tip of his cock locked into place — a perfect fit! The excited canine frantically began to hump, hard, rapid thrusts hammering his prick against the virgin resistance of Brooke’s hot little sphincter. The crinkled flesh protecting the girl’s rectal portal began to pucker back and forth, responding to the fleshy stimulation of Tucker’s hot, stabbing cock.

“What’s happening?” Morgan inquired with alarm, turning her head right and left in a futile attempt to look behind her.

“It’s… Tucker…” Brooke replied, breathlessly, pausing to groan as she sensuously rolled her hips. The fully embedded rubber cock churned in her cunt and Morgan’s asshole, and the Irish Setter’s dripping wet cock tip ground ever so delightfully against her tightly clenched rectum. “Tucker’s trying to stick his big doggy dick up my butt!”

“Tucker! STOP! Bad dog!” Morgan chastised, hopelessly pinned at the bottom of the squirming pile of female and canine flesh.

“NO! Good dog! Very good doggy!” Brooke countermanded. She moaned and closed her eyes, drawing back on her hips to roll her ass upward into a more accommodating position for the frantically thrusting canine. The Irish Setter cinched down tight with his front paws around Brooke’s ribcage, causing her to gasp for breath. He lunged hard, back paws scrambling on the carpet for added traction. The instinctive resistance of the girl’s clenched rectal pucker began to give way as she willed it to relax. She whimpered as the hot tip of Tucker’s cock managed to leverage a slight opening. The tip slipped in and it was all over after that. With a long, slow stroke, nine inches of powerful doggy cock drove like a fleshy piston into the depths of her bowels. The prick throbbed, every inch pulsing in time with Tucker’s beating heart.

Like her mother, the first stoke of a hard cock up the ass made the girl an eager convert to the pleasures of anal penetration. Brooke sighed and rested her body weight down on her mother’s back, spreading her legs wider in gleeful anticipation.

The Irish Setter drew back, paused, then exploded forward. Brooke grunted, taking the savage anal fuck thrust with enthusiasm. Her hips were driven forward, spiking the strapon dildo back full-depth into her mother’s ass. Straining, Brooke pressed back with her hips, carrying Tucker with her. She reversed the motion with a hard lunge, hammering the strapon cock home to the hilt in Morgan’s anus. The forward motion pulled Tucker’s prick almost entirely from Brooke’s shitter, but the nimble canine wasted little time in rectifying the situation. Muscles contracted under his furry haunches and he brutally speared his rigid cock shaft into Brooke’s vulnerable little shitter. The girl’s firm rump cheeks quivered under the punishing impact. The powerful jolt transmitted through the girl and Morgan groaned as the strapon was pressed even deeper into her bowels.

Tucker took control. With an animalistic energy that neither mother nor daughter could match, the beast became a blur of reciprocating motion. He pounded Brooke’s little shitter like a jackhammer. The girl could only stutter a series of unintelligible grunts in response “Uh! Uh! Uh!” But her hips told the true tale, bucking frantically in a desperate attempt to meet every one of Tucker’s anus-plundering fuck strokes with an eager motion in return. Each of the canine’s savage thrusts hammered in, full depth, his muscular haunches impacting Brooke’s jiggling rump cheeks with a meaty “smack!” Every hard jolt drove Brooke’s trim hips forward, creating a forceful lunge that spiked the strapon dildo deep into Morgan’s anus, a perfectly synchronized choreography of mother – daughter – Irish Setter anal plunder.

A sheen of sweat arose on Brooke’s heaving body and her short skirt had ridden up to her midriff, leaving her bare bottom fully exposed. Her tussled hair had come undone from her ponytail, spilling haphazardly across her face. She looked every bit like the heroine in Brooke’s lurid pirate novel, after being passed around for use and abuse by thirty pirates.

Underneath her daughter, Morgan looked similarly worse for wear, fully packed — front and back — with a football jammed up the twat and a monster strapon dildo relentless pounding her puckered asshole.

Tucker thrust deep into Brooke’s quivering bowels and held himself deeply embedded. The girl’s anal tract rippled, muscular contractions clamping down and instinctively milking the huge, throbbing canine cock. Brooke squealed in alarm. “He’s putting something else in me!” she cried, frantically attempting to buck the heavy Irish Setter off her back. Her efforts were to no avail.

Pinned underneath her daughter, Morgan could offer no assistance. She knew the Irish Setter’s cock knot was beginning to swell, locking his prick in place for the grand finale. Her cunt and asshole trembled as she imagined the sensation her daughter must be feeling. Tucker was a large dog. His cock knot could swell up to the size of a grapefruit. Jammed up Brooke’s tight but no longer virgin shitter, the intense stretching must be delightfully unbearable.

Brooke shrieked, then collapsed on her mother’s back, sobbing. Then, slowly, she began to grind her hips, stirring new life into the massive dildo spanning from her cunt into her mother’s ass. Tucker clenched down tight with his front paws around Brook’s ribs and resumed his relentless thrusting. With his cock knot fully swollen, his range of motion was limited to a few scant inches. He drew back. Brooke’s puckered little anus flared alarmingly and she squeezed down, desperately trying to expel the massive fleshy plug. But eons of evolution could not be overcome. Tucker was knotted up tight, and wasn’t going anywhere until he pumped a hot load of cum into the girl’s hot little shit box. The muscular canine slammed back home. Brooke’s plaintiff sobbing tapered off, replaced by enthusiastic grunts of pleasure. Tucker’s furry haunches pressed Brooke’s perky little ass cheeks flat as he burrowed in deep. Then he short-stroked back and launched into a relentless, frantic hammering of the girl’s sweet clutching shitter.

Brooke’s teeth clattered with the canine’s machine-like pummeling. She lay on Morgan’s back, gasping as her hips thrashed. A gush of vaginal juices oozed from her cunt, trailing along the short path of exposed dildo before the hot, syrupy flow seeped into her mother’s receptive asshole.

Brooked flinched, crying out in surprise. Morgan knew that could mean only one thing. Tucker was blowing a massive load of hot dog cum into the depths of her daughter’s ass. The canine howled and bucked savagely. Brooke mewled and squirmed as another scalding cascade of doggy sperm lathered up her rectal tract.

The mental image of her daughter’s sweet little shitter taking foaming fountains of Tucker’s churning sperm was more than Morgan could endure. Her pussy twitched. Her steamy bowels constricted, clamping down tight on Brooke’s jiggling strapon cock, drawing it deeper into her lustful depths. She squealed into the pillow and her cunt contracted with a violent orgasm. Her hips bucked and her twat convulsed again, pain and pleasure blurring as a multitude of muscles cramped in ecstasy.

The football in her twat shifted. Tucker thrust again, scrambling for purchase on Brooke’s backside as his huge nutsack constricted and delivered another foaming load of cum up the girl’s ass. Brooke giggled, almost mindless now and bucked her hips. The strapon dildo responded, grinding sensuously along the tender tissues of Morgan’s convulsing rectal tract. The motion spiraled her orgasm to greater intensity. Panting feverishly, she arched her back and screamed. Her cunt clamped down, her entire body trembling. The football squeezed lower, nosing its way out of her spreading pussy lips. Another orgasmic contraction hit. Pain flared in Morgan’s abused little twat as the girth of the football stretched her to her limits. Suddenly, with a wet “splorch!” the glistening leather ball popped free, tumbling to the carpet between her legs. Morgan gasped with relief, panting. Vaginal juices poured from her gaping twat lips, soaking the carpet with a savory, spreading stain. Her hips bucked again and her thighs quivered, threatening to collapse beneath her. Another orgasmic ripple shuddered through her, tapering in intensity. Morgan’s chest heaved as she desperately sucked for air. Although relieved to finally be rid of the awkwardly embedded football, she felt a sense of longing, as if she were suddenly incomplete.

On her back, Brooke simply lay there, twitching as the faltering remnants of her orgasmic fit shuddered through her lithe body. And on top of her, Tucker panted, tongue lolling out on one side of his jowls, a very satisfied expression on his canine snout. He settled in for the long wait as his huge cock knot wasn’t going to shrink until it was assured that every last drip and spurt of canine cum was safely planted deep inside his lusty little bitch. He jostled his rear legs, giving an experimental tug on his cock knot. Brooke groaned as he rectal gateway bulged. The attempt was futile and that huge cock wasn’t going anywhere. Sides heaving, the Irish Setter settled back down onto the girl’s back. The process of releasing her from his enormous cock knot could take up to an hour. He looked around, pleased as punch, happy to wait it out.

Untold minutes on the grandfather clock ticked by. Every so often, Tucker would make another half-hearted attempt to dismount his bitch. But her tight little asshole maintained a firm and loving grip. Finally, with a wet slurp, the Irish Setter managed to drag his shrinking cock knot from her clutching rectum. Her well fucked little shitter gaped, draining. Straining aching muscles, Brooke struggled to rise, pulling the massive strapon dildo from her mother’s bunghole. Fiddling with the leather straps, Brooke finally managed to dislodge the other end of the double dildo from her snug little pussy, dropping the dripping wet rubbery shaft onto the floor and collapsing onto the couch as she massaged some feeling back into her shapely legs.

Morgan sat on the floor, a Mona Lisa look of contentment on her face, watching her daughter with an adoring look. Absentmindedly, Morgan fiddled with the football, slowly rolling it from hand to hand. Brooke smiled down at her mother, then gestured in the direction of the ball. “My turn…” she announced, spreading her alluring legs on the couch, offering her mother a shameless view of her naked pussy.

“Oh, Brooke, I don’t know…” Morgan protested, convinced that her petite daughter’s tight little snatch was about to bite off more than it could chew. A look of determination crossed the girl’s expression.

Morgan sighed with resignation. “You’re going to fuck the football if I’m here to help or not, aren’t you?”

Brooke grinned and nodded, knowing the argument was over before it started. With trepidation, her mother scooted over to the couch, taking up a position between her daughter’s invitingly spread legs and positioning the football nose-in towards the girl’s juicy cunt. Reluctant thoughts faded as she got a close-up view of that juicy little fuck slot. Brooke scooted her naked ass to the edge of the couch. Morgan took a deep breath… licked her lips with anticipation… and slowly began to push… NFL leather nosed up against snug against resisting twat lips and the daunting contest of football versus fuck slot was once again on.

…A girlish squeal of excitement roused the Irish Setter from his dozing nap. Immediately alert, he perked up, sensing renewed excitement in the air. He glanced with interest from Morgan, to Brooke, then to the football in the preliminary stage of being stuffed into Brooke’s naughty little snatch. Morgan knelt in front of the couch, focused on her efforts between her daughter’s legs. Her naked rump bobbed enticingly back and forth, drawing the canine’s eye. He sniffed, finding a pleasant, alluring scent of steamy pussy wafting by. His prick responded, slipping from its sheath and swelling into an erection.

The canine knew he hadn’t yet worked out all the puzzle pieces. But he had learned this: When the football was in play, and the clothes came off, then the odds were pretty good that your buddy Tucker was going to pack his meaty puppy pecker into one of those puckered female assholes. And that… that my friends… is a far better doggy game than “fetch”.

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A young professional woman submits to her boss and mentor discovering her submissive lesbian desires.

The grueling, exhilarating, trip of a lifetime continued with no end in sight. I toured the European offices of LVMH with their Vice President of Human resources, Mr. Renaud. He had become rather fun to be with despite being a handsy old letch at times. He really was quite harmless and easy to manipulate with a wink and a smile and some harmless flirting.

A two-orgasm phone sex morning with Cynthia was the perfect start to my day. After packing up my cum soaked panties in an envelope. I had the bellman ship them priority air to Cynthia in New York before Maurice and Russel took me on the tour of Venice. We spent most of the day with our own private gondola that took us around the canals. The captain even joined us for lunch and dinner at some remarkable family restaurants he knew well. They took us into the kitchen to see the meals being prepared and told us about the history of Venice and the history of their restaurants. The hospitality was incredible.

It was a remarkable tour and memorable day. That being said I could not wait to get back to the room to connect with Stacey and see how the meeting with Cynthia went and find out more about the job opportunity. I was pleasantly surprised when she answered. It was midnight my time and 6:00PM in New York.

“Lecia! How are you! It’s so good to hear your voice. God, I’ve missed you!” She said excitedly.

“OMG, I’m so glad you answered. Are you able to talk?” I replied hoping we could talk a while.

“Yep, Saturday night and no plans. Story of my life, I’ve got all night.” She said sarcastically.

“Great! Can we video chat?”

“Sure…”

“Great, I’m calling now.” I interrupted.

Her face popped onto the screen and her hair color gripped me immediately. “OMG, I love your hair.” I said excitedly.

It was a vibrant burgundy shade in sharp contrast to her very dark brown natural color. Her pale white skin, against the red tinted hair that hung to her shoulders was a stunning contrast from the last time I had seen her.

I was taken aback by her stunning… beauty. It was hard to find the right term. It was as if I was seeing her for the first time. My body tingled in a scary way, as the sight of my best friend made my heart race. I tried to collect my thoughts… Was this a side effect of my obsession with Cynthia? Was I completely and totally gay?

Her eyes seemed more intensely blue than ever before. She had black eye liner on thicker than normal. It seemed to make them pop. She had bright red lipstick that drew my eyes to her subtle sweet smile. Her oval face seemed flawless and I noticed her little round button nose was in major contrast to Cynthia’s sharp narrower nose. Her cheeks were subtle and curved, her eye big and bright and her chin was gently rounded, highlighting her, understated beauty.

“Thanks! I can see you now. I’m hanging up the phone.” she said smiling. I did the same.

“That color’s perfect for you!” I said emphatically. “So, tell me about the meeting with Cynthia. What was the job opportunity? What…”

“You won’t believe it!” She cut in. “I have an interview with the fucking Yankees!”

“What?” My heart raced with excitement.

“I can’t believe it! I no sooner let the words out of my mouth that I was more interested in marketing than finance, when she grabbed my hand and silenced me. Then her eye’s went big and she said, “I was just talking with a friend from the Yankees yesterday.” I told her, I loved the Yankees and she asked if I would be interested in working for them. I screamed, hell yes. The next thing I knew she was dialing the phone. She spoke to their VP of Marketing and got me an interview Tuesday for an entry level slot in fan relations!”

“Holy crap Stacey, that’s amazing! She knows everyone! Are you excited? You’ll do great. Talk about dream jobs!” I decided I better tone it down or she might get a little overwhelmed by it all.

“Excited, terrified, ecstatic, shitting my pants. I’m off the rails Lecia.” She said stressed.

“Believe me, I know the feeling. I’ve been through it.” I said calmly. “I am completely free. Tomorrow I am laying on the beach and doing nothing. I can spend all night helping you prep…”

“That would be great. You have such a way of looking at things and seeing the big picture. I need that for this interview.” I could sense her calming down already.

We spent the next few hours researching the Yankees, ticket sales, TV revenues, brand recognition and everything else we could think of. I even took a look at major league baseball as a whole. We confirmed a lot of what we already knew, but it was apparent, baseball in general needed to grow in the younger demographics and we spent time brain storming ideas to do that.

We looked at their social media footprint and made a list of potential ideas to expand their presence in the younger demographic groups. We both felt great about her ability to connect and had her armed with considerable data and insight to impress them on Tuesday.

As we continued to talk, I found myself mesmerized by her face. She had on black headphones that contrasted with her burgundy hair and made her all the more cute.

I was so glad we video chatted. It is so much more personal than talking on the phone. I felt so much more connected.

When the conversation turned to my career, it was a relief to vent all the anxiety and excitement I had been going through, while seeing her face and the genuine happiness that I was living my dream. As the conversation turned to Cynthia, I was overcome by the urge to come clean about my relationship with my new boss.

“Stacey, something has developed between Cynthia and me that I need to share with you. I hope this won’t affect anything between us or you won’t think any less of me, but…” I hesitated.

“You two are pursuing a personal relationship.” She said with a knowing grin.

“Is it that obvious?” I asked relieved she was at least smiling.

“Honestly, I just thought you were excited about working for your idol. It became apparent, when I saw her face talking about you Friday night, she clearly had feelings for you. I never imagined you were attracted to women…”

“Me neither!” I said emphatically. “I have never thought that way before. In hindsight, I have looked at women and thought “Damn, she’s beautiful, and been jealous that they look that good. But I never thought of romantically pursuing anyone. Oh God this is awkward…”

“It’s Ok, Alecia. It doesn’t change our friendship.” She hesitated and looked uncomfortable. “Frankly it will make me less worried about you stealing a boyfriend…”

“Stacey, I would never…”

“I’m not accusing you. It’s just you are the smartest most confident, hottest person I know. You are so oblivious to the eyes on you when we are out together. I’ve always been jealous of you.” She said almost looking sad.

“That’s so funny. I’ve always been jealous of you. You are so relaxed and fun to be around, and I’m always the stiff proper little bitch. Are you ok Stacey? You look kind of disappointed.”

She thought for a second and smiled. “I’m not disappointed at all. If this is what you want, I’m happy for you. But I just want you to be careful Lecia. She seems great and I am so forever grateful for the opportunity she’s given me. I hate to harp on the “buts,” but you need to understand that most people that get to the position of power and influence she has, have a ruthless side.”

I sat silent looking at her on my screen, thinking about the situation as I had a thousand times already. It really seems too good to be true. As the moment became awkward, she continued.

“I’m sorry if I seem negative, but I love you Alecia. You’re my best friend and I don’t ever want to see you hurt. I’m just saying be careful.” She was clearly searching for the right words and I let her think. “Cynthia has been nothing but great to both of us. I mean, she got me an interview with the Yankee’s with just a phone call. They don’t know me, she doesn’t know me, but trusts you enough to arrange it just from your endorsement. Clearly, she trusts you and clearly, she is crazy about you, but what if that turns or she somehow gets hurt by you. I just want you to be your normal diligent self and not let emotion get in the way of reason.” She said looking at me sincerely.

“Believe me, I have gone around and round in my head a thousand times. I am being cautious and taking it slow.” She looked at me skeptically. “This is all new and nothing I had ever imagined. I can tell you we are keeping it above board and have a signed document with the company stating our mutual intent for pursuing a relationship and our commitment to follow company guidelines and rules regarding personal relationships.”

She looked stunned. “Wow, so you two are serious?”

“Serious in the sense of keeping it professional first. This new for both of us and we are mutually exploring these new feelings.”

“Well that’s good. Clearly you both have thought about it. Honestly, she seems fabulous. I felt like she was genuinely interested in me when we interviewed and after, she seemed to genuinely be interested in knowing more about me and my family. It was a pleasant surprise that someone that successful seems genuinely nice.”

“That’s so true. She has been consistent in her concern for others. She even helped one of the housekeepers at a hotel she frequents get medical assistance and covered some of the cost…”

“That’s amazing. It sounds like she is the real deal. Not to mention she is gorgeous and smells good. I think you’ve done good!” She said grinning.

“I don’t know what it is but her perfume does get your attention and she is in better shape than me, that’s for sure.”

“Don’t you sell yourself short Alecia. You are a beautiful sexy lady. Anyone, man or woman would be lucky to have you. It’s late and I gotta get up early tomorrow. My niece is being christened and it’s in Riverhead, so we have a drive. Sorry to keep you up all night! But I am so grateful for your help. I really feel ready for this interview. Thanks, so much for introducing me to Cynthia. I can’t believe I’m talking to the Yankees! I Love you Lecia.” She looked down like a shy schoolgirl.

“I love you too Stacey. I know you’re gonna do great! How ’bout them Yankees!”

She smiled and disconnected.

It was 6:30 AM and the sun was rising again. We had talked for six- and one-half hours and it just flew by. I had not changed from last night, so I just grabbed a bag, stopped at the gift shop for drinks and snacks and took a cab to the beach. I put on my bikini in the restroom and had the beach almost completely to myself. I spread SPF 80 lotion wherever I could reach and asked an elderly gentleman to do my back. I made his day, I could tell. Then, I grabbed my tablet and read an e-book for about 5 minutes before falling fast asleep laying on my stomach.

I awoke at 11:17AM, the sun was warm, and the beach was hopping. I could not believe I slept that soundly. I looked at the back of my legs and they thankfully did not seem burned. I quickly rolled over and exposed my front to the sun. I did like the way I looked in the white Dior bikini. I sat up on my elbows and drank in the beautiful blue ocean waters and the European scenery. I really was living the dream.

I began watching the people and listening to Italian as they spoke. It really did sound like a “romance” language. As I watched, I found myself more and more drawn to the curves and shapes of the female bodies.

Two young ladies walked by topless, their breasts gently swaying as they walked. They seemed so free and confident. It was remarkably sexy, and I found myself feeling a warmth in my pussy as I watched. When they walked by, I saw they were both wearing thongs, exposing their golden-brown buns. The sight of Cynthia’s magic diamond as she laid nude before me came to the forefront of my mind.

I recalled making myself cum on her patio dreaming of spreading her firm little ass and tonging her warm sweaty pussy with my nose between her cheeks. I could feel my wetness grow as I imagined peeling off those thongs and fucking both of those hot young ladies on my hotel patio next to the pool.

As they passed, a gorgeous black woman in a red bikini, walked the other way. Her tits were full and shapely. Her nipples covered by tiny little red triangles of cloth. Her curves were memorizing, but when she got directly in front of me, the silhouette of her ass hooked me. The semi thong exposed her dark glistening globes bursting from the bright red material.

I mindlessly stood up and followed as she walked the shoreline. I was not oblivious to the hypocrisy of thinking Mr. Renaud an old letch for ogling women and here I was marching behind a gorgeous round ass on the beach. Much like Cynthia’s, this unknow woman’s ass was perfectly fit, with round bulbous buns that clenched and relaxed with each step. My pussy was growing wetter and warmer with each bounce.

I wanted to drop to my knees and nibble those warm cheeks and kiss them gently as I pulled off the bright red bikini. I wanted to explore the beautiful ebony body in front of me with no cares of who was watching.

Suddenly a small child slammed into my legs nearly knocking me over as he bounced off and fell. He rolled up onto his feet and kept running on into the water as if nothing had happened.

I stood there stunned. I knew working for Cynthia Liebert was going to change my life. But never imagined it would have nothing to do with work. I seemed to have zero control. My body was a raging storm of sexual energy with no end in sight. I watched the black beauty walk away trying to get control of myself. I turned to go back to my lounge so I could plant myself, read a book and act like a normal person.

As I started to walk, I glanced down and noticed a quarter sized wet spot peeking through the front of my bikini. I walked waste deep into the Adriatic, hopefully before anyone else noticed the effects of my lustful obsessions.

I reached my lounge chair and tried to focus on reading a good romance novel. The beach was packed with people. So many men in speedos… Though I did find many of them attractive, I could not stop observing the shapes of the women in a new light. I soon put down my book and watch the ladies. For the first time in my life I understood the one track minds of young men.

Next to me was a group of college age girls. There were nine of them. The closest was a tall skinny olive-skinned girl in a leopard thong. Her small little buns were like a magnet to my eyes. I tried not to stare but I couldn’t help thinking about touching and kissing and nibbling…

Next to her was a shapely red head with long flowing hair that hung nearly to her ass. She wore a black full bikini that fit her perfectly. I wanted to feel that hair hanging down over me as she made love to me. She was fair skinned and freckled with much thicker arms and legs but still very shapely.

Next to her a short wide-bodied brunette sat up with her arms extended behind her propping her up as she looked at the emerald colored water. The breeze blew her hair and she shook her head letting it flow behind her. Her ample breasts protruded from her floral bikini top that strained to hold them in. She had a slight roll of fat on her belly, but I found it uniquely sexy.

After her, there were six more varying shapes and sizes lying face down and buns up. It was like a buffet of buns and I want to sample them all. My eyes ran from one to the next picturing them naked and exploring their bodies one by one.

When I felt awkward from staring, I would look elsewhere on the beach but kept finding a new female shape in the crowd the caught my imagination. I never finished a page in my book but had a completely relaxing day at the beach. I hardly thought of work but had to take several dips in the ocean to mask my excitement.

Somewhat surprisingly I did feel refreshed at the end of the day. It was liberating to let my fantasies run wild for the day. So many women I had fantasized over. I wondered how they would have responded if they could read my thoughts.

Back at the hotel, I needed to take a shower and freshen up for a late dinner. The all-nighter was starting to catch up to me despite the lengthy nap on the beach. I dared not have a cocktail or sleep would overtake me. I thought of a pick me up that might do the trick. I went to my bag and pulled out Cynthia’s silver bullet. I could not believe I actually stole it from her, but it was forever linked in my mind to the first night in her house.

I recalled how sexy it was watching that gorgeous ass rise up as she offered her hot wet pussy for me to pleasure with it. I quickly ran to the shower and turned it on. I flung the coverup and bikini aside as I stepped in the shower. The magic diamond image flashed in my head and I turned the silver bullet on. I touched it to my clit envisioning her fucking the dildo with her face buried in the pillow.

I had never seen anyone cum so hard from my efforts. I’ve had many a boy blow their load in seconds but that was her second orgasm in just a few minutes, that beautiful ass thrusting up to meet my penetration. I had leaned against the back wall of the shower. With my feet in front of the bench, legs spread wide, letting the little vibrator tip work its magic

An orgasm quickly approached as the vision of her wet labia, fucking the silver dildo played in my head. My knees weekend and I slid down the wall until my ass rested on the bench.

“Oh fuck, Ms. Cynthia, please let me suck your pussy. Aahhhh!” I squealed. I wanna taste your cum again. I slowly flexed my hips rubbing the vibrating toy against my hungry clit. “Feels so good. I’m fucking cumming already. Oh yes! Yes! Yes!” I shook uncontrollably as I came.

When my orgasm passed, I slid the dildo inside me, working it slowly in and out, thinking of the sights of the day. Stacey’s, red hair and bright lipstick. “OMG you’re lusting after your best friend.” I thought to myself.

I pictured that gorgeous ebony ass in the red bikini as the little silver devil vibrated inside me. I pealed back the red bottoms revealing her dark ass and tuft of hair peeking out between her legs. I imagined kissing her cheeks as I knelt before her. I shifted the dildo to my left hand and began to rub my clit with my right.

My mind bounced from her perfect ass to the bun buffet that was next to me on the beach, I kissed and nibbled them one by one down the line. Then the thought of the beautiful red head straddling me and showering me in her long flowing hair as she leaned down and kissed me passionately.

My fingers picked up the pace and the vibrator continued sliding in and out. The images flashed in my head. The Diamond between Cynthia’s legs, Stacey’s intensely blue eyes and bright red lipstick, the black ass, the bun buffet, the flowing red hair, and back through the cycle.

“Oh God, I’m gonna cum again!” I squealed.

Once again, I was filled with obsessive thoughts that pushed all reason away. I surrendered completely to my newfound lust. The images flashed through my head and my fingers pressed in rapid little circle on my clit with the silver vibrator buzzing inside me.

I pictured nibbling the smooth black ass, feeling the red heads tongue probing my mouth as our naked bodies intertwined. Laying back as the group of college girls kissed my body everywhere. Looking into Stacey’s eyes as I kissed her soft red lips. Thrusting my tongue into the magic diamond between Cynthia’s legs and tasting her warm wet pussy as I squeezed those firm hot buns

“Ohhhh Fuuuuuccckkkkkk, I’m cumming for you Cynthia!”

I wailed away with my fingers, as my body shuttered to a convulsive climax. “Oh God you make me so crazy! Aaaahhhh! Aaaaaahhhhh! Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh! Ffffffuuuuuuuucccckkkkkk!”

After the second orgasm, I removed the silver bullet and slid it into my mouth savoring the bittersweet taste of my own cum. I wondered if I would ever get the chance to taste Cynthia’s shaved little cunt. The torture would have to continue a while longer, as our schedules seemed overfilled and did not show us crossing paths anytime soon. I wondered how many more times I could possibly masturbate between now and then. There seemed to be no end to my desires.

I showered and decided room service for dinner. I sent my apologies to Maurice and Russel and told them I would see them for breakfast bright and early. I had dinner and video chatted with Stacey. She was at my apartment. She wanted to spend Monday prepping for her interview and needed a place she could focus.

“I packed three different skirt suits to choose from but forgot pajamas. I hope you don’t mind I borrowed some of yours.” She said standing up and twirling in a cotton night shirt with Gordon Gecko from the movie Wall Street on the front.

“Not my Gordon Gecko! If anything happens to that…”

“Relax, Lecia. I’ll take good care of him.” She said rubbing his head and her tits at the same time.

She had her hair in a ponytail and no lipstick, highlighting her round face and clear pale skin. Honestly, her fuller curvier figure filled out the night shirt better than I did.

“What the hell Stacey, it’s only 6:00 PM and there and you are ready for bed!” I said realizing it was midnight for me and I had a full day tomorrow.

“Well you know I have no life.” She said smiling. “But seriously, I gotta say I am enjoying my own space. Even though it’s your own space, it gets a little old living with Mom and Dad. I hope you don’t mind me using the place for a couple days. I’m gonna hallmark channel in my jammies and spend the day tomorrow prepping for Tuesday. Interviewing at Yankee Fucking Stadium!”

“You can use it any time Stacey. In fact, if you get the job, I have an extra bedroom…”

“Are you serious?” She smiled and her face lit up!

“Something to consider. Roommates again!”

“Absolutely! I’d love it. I didn’t think you would want a roomie anymore. But, let’s not jinx it. I haven’t even interviewed yet.”

“You’re right. One thing at a time. You got this Stacey. I know it. I like your plan. Clear your head tonight, lock in tomorrow and knock em dead on Tuesday. Who are the Yankees playing today.” I asked clueless.

They played the Indians this afternoon and won 2-1. They finish off the series tomorrow night, before Boston comes to town Tuesday. I’ll be watching from the team box, I’m sure.” She responded excitedly. “Any idea when you’ll be back in town? I miss you Lecia.”

“I’m hoping a couple weeks. I finish the Europe swing tomorrow and head to Asia Tuesday. Then we’ll be 12 hours apart basically for a week and a half, then I should get a week at home.” It seemed like a long way off.

“Will you get to see Cynthia?”

It’s not looking good. She is scheduled to be, you guessed it, In Europe that week.” I said disappointed.

“That’s gotta be tough… And lonely… And frustrating.” She said.

Totally without thought I blurted. “Tell me about it I just rubbed myself off twice in the shower!” My face reddened as my words bounced inside my brain. “TMI! Shit, I can’t believe I just said that out loud!”

“What a horny little slut you’ve turned into!” She said half smiling, half traumatized by the subject matter.

My heart raced as an awkward silence ensued. The look on my face was one of terror. What are the odds she would use that phrase? Did Cynthia somehow tell her that? My head was spinning, and I was speechless.

“I was kidding Lecia! I had to take care of business many times with Steve being at Penn State and me at IU. A girl has needs too.” She replied trying to reestablish the conversation.

“I thought I heard your bed squeaking a few nights,” I replied trying to put some levity to the subject but not really hitting the mark. “A subject for another day. I have a big day tomorrow and need to get to sleep.”

“That’s right. I lose all track of time talking to you. Love you Lecia. Talk to you soon.”

“Love you too,” I said smiling.

I thought I detected a hint of sadness in her face before we disconnected. I lay there thinking about the video call, and how sexy she looked in my nightie. And how monumentally bad of an idea it would be think about Stacey in that way. Luckily, I was able to fall asleep and break that cycle of thoughts.

Tuesday at noon NY time, midnight in Shanghai, I called Stacey and not surprisingly, she did not answer. “I just wanted to try you before going to sleep. I’m glad you’re busy. That’s a good sign, I’m sure.”

At 6:00AM I got a video call. She was in a bathroom stall, it turned out, inside Yankee stadium.

“I got the job!” she said grinning ear to ear.

She had her hair pulled back in a ponytail wearing a grey suit jacket and white blouse with black pearls and a subdued lipstick color. Her bright blue eyes smiled with excitement.

We could not talk long, but she let me know it was a role in fan relations starting at $125K with a company car. She too would travel as needed for promotional activities and would be spending a lot of time with their spring training promotions initially which meant travel to Tampa as well as the minor league affiliates, Scranton, Charleston, Trenton, Staten Island and Tampa. She would start next Monday but did get to sneak into the team box for the game that night. That was all I got, and she had to go.

We texted back and forth and arranged for her to move in during my week in New York after the China trip. Given my new pay scale, we could easily afford an upgrade and arranged for moving up to a higher floor and a four-bedroom three bath for only $5000 more a month. It would be available in five months, so I put the first year up front to secure it.

I got back into town on a Friday night and Stacey and I planned the weekend together. We would get her moved on Saturday, have fun and forget about work. She would stay at the apartment Friday and the movers would handle everything on Saturday.

Cynthia had left for Europe two days earlier and would not be back until I left for Australia, the last leg of the LVMH world tour. So much for our “relationship” exploration endeavor. Phone sex twice a week and a daily call where we could get a few moments. She seemed to take it in stride but, if I did not get to return the favor in person soon, I would surely be a lifetime member of the masturbator’s hall of fame.

I even rubbed it out on the flight to Hong Kong after I recalled my masturbation session on the flight with Cynthia. When she told me, she had been listening outside the door, it made it that much more exciting. So, in an attempt to recreate the magic mile high club moment, I did it on this flight. Hopefully Maurice and Russel weren’t listening.

I got back to New York on a Friday night around 10:00PM and arrived at my apartment a little before 11:00. God, I loved private air travel. You land, take your bags, and bam into a cab and on your way.

Ghalib was excited to get my text and greeted me at the airfield. I gave him the quick rundown and he tried to be happy for me, but I could sense disappointment that I would be too big time for him now. I told myself this wasn’t true, and I was not that shallow, but the events of the last two months had had a profound effect on my view of the world. I had to admit, he did not have the same international man of mystery vibe I felt before I left for Europe.

I had him pull over and got some wine, to take home. Stacey was waiting for me and we were to go out on the town, but I was just too exhausted and thought some wine and some chick flicks might lessen her disappointment.

Ghalib helped me get my bags to the bellman and I gave him a hundred-dollar tip.

“Are you available tomorrow afternoon Ghalib? We will be moving my bestie in and will need a ride for a shopping day while the movers do their thing.” I said smiling.

He perked up and said, “At your service Ms. Carmichael. What time do you think?”

“Let’s plan on 11:00AM. I would like to sleep in a little. I’ll text you for sure in the morning.”

“Great, see you tomorrow.” He smiled that handsome confident smile that attracted me to him on that first day in New York.

Stacey was a little disappointed but, wine and movies was a good compromise. I wanted nothing more than to put on some PJ’s and relax. I saw my pajama tank that Cynthia wore during our first phone session in the clothes basket in my closet. I picked it up and breathed in the hypnotic scent of Cynthia’s perfume.

The all too familiar warmth between my legs returned as I closed my eyes and breathed her in. I shuffled through hoping to find the pink thong she wore, but she really did take them. I found a pair of pink panties in my drawer to substitute. I thought of calling Cynthia and initiating another session, but it would be 6:00AM on a Saturday and I did not want to wake her. instead I sent her a text.

Me: I can smell you on my pajama top. I’m wearing it and thinking of you. I wish you’d left the panties… I miss you terribly.

When I returned to the living room, Stacey was wearing a bright blue spaghetti string silk tank with two-inch white lace trim across the top that dipped down between her breasts. The bottoms had the same white lace trim around the legs of her shorts with a dangling tie string. When she stood, her belly button was exposed just slightly.

With my new found appreciation for the female body, I could not help but notice how different her body was from Cynthia’s but still very sexy. My eyes widened as I took in her image.

Where Cynthia was tall and slender and toned like a statue, Stacey was shorter, curvier and softer. Her belly button was an innie and the little stripe of her smooth pale skin stood in contrast to the bright blue silk but looked shimmering soft as well. I wondered what the skin on her thighs felt like as she turned toward the kitchen. I’ll get the wine and snacks.

As I watched her turn her breasts protruded nicely as they bounced, in unison. Her ass was twice as wide as Cynthia’s but shapely sexy at the same time. I shook my head and broke my gaze. My inner voice yelled out. “She’s your best friend Alecia! Get control of yourself!” I told myself. “You just miss Cynthia. Focus on her and keep your eyes and hands to yourself.”

We flipped on Hallmark and sat facing one another with our knees on the sofa. I brought out a blanket that we shared. That seemed to help, but as we downed the first bottle of wine, I could not break the lock my eyes had on hers. She released the ponytail and let her amber hair down against the pale skin of her shoulders. Her neck looked so soft and smooth, her lips full and damp.

Our knees touched and I pushed ever so slightly forward to keep contact with her warmth. I just listened as she told me all about her job and her travel plans to Florida in the coming weeks. I caught a whiff of her perfume and my thoughts went to leaning in, breathing her in deep as my nose gently brushed her neck before planting soft kisses.

I moved my knee slightly back and she extended her right leg straight out so that her calf pressed against mine that was bent back beneath me. Her skin was warm and soft. I swallowed hard and downed the rest of my wine glass. She quickly refilled me and smiled. My right elbow rested on the back of the sofa and I pushed my upper body away from her and back against the couch as she seemed to be leaning in closer.

I listened as she told me all about the new job, the people she met and her role in the marketing team.

By the end of the second bottle we had tossed the blanket aside, the warmth of the wine had taken over. Beneath her silk top a slight roll of her belly poked through with a slit of her belly button visible as well.

Why was I picturing pulling up her top, tossing it aside, leaning her back on sofa and making love to my best friend? Why did I want to throw caution to the wind and kiss every inch of her? Her lips full and pink screamed for my tongue to press through and kiss her long and hard. I wanted to pull that string on her silk shorts and pull them off her curved hips.

My pussy was warm and wet as I imagined her lips parting, welcoming my tongue as I laid her slowly back, settling on top of her. Her legs stretching and spreading as I lay between them…

My heart raced and I melted into her hypnotic blue eyes. That cute round nose even begged for a kiss. Her voice faded into the background, as her beautiful face surrounded by her glistening amber hair seemed to glow before me.

My breathing was erratic, and my heart pounded in my chest as she leaned in. She was going to kiss me. I closed my eyes and parted my lips as her voice returned me to reality.

“… so grateful for all you’ve done for me. I can never repay you Alecia.”

Her cheek brushed mine as her chin settled on my shoulder and her arms pulled me tight.

“You have been the best friend I could ever ask for. You’ve been a mentor, a sounding board, roomie, employment agency and councilor. I love you Alecia. Thank you so much for everything.”

My eyes opened and the reality of what I nearly did slapped me hard. She was hugging a friend and l was ready to make love to her all night long. How close I had come to ruining everything. Thank God I hesitated, or our friendship would have been forever damaged. I replayed the kiss I gave Cynthia that night in the hotel and how uncomfortable it was when she did not reciprocate.

Her hand caressed my back and I reached around hugging her back and giving a soft friendly tap on the back. “Thank you for bringing some life to this lonely apartment.”

Crushed, disappointed, angry at myself for letting my lust for Cynthia affect my relationship with Stacey, I held the hug for a moment taking in her warmth and thinking about what a great friend she has been. I thought it best to end this evening before it got out of hand, so I stood up and stepped toward the bedroom.

“I am beat,” I said yawning and stretching my arms above my head. “I think I’m just gonna pass out. It has been a looonnnggg day.”

“I bet. Do you have a pillow and blanket? I’ll sleep on the couch.” She said yawning.

“Don’t be silly, you can sleep with me Stacey.” I said without thinking.

That was the last thing I needed to do. Drunk, horny, I already tried to kiss her once and now I was going to lay next to her all night. Brilliant!”

“You need to rest Lecia, I’ll be OK on the couch…”

“Nonsense! Oh my God. I sound like my mother.” I said as I noticed she looked very uncomfortable and was trembling slightly. “We shared a bed plenty of times in college. Don’t worry, I won’t even know you’re there. I’ll be in a coma anyway. Come on Sweetie.” I held out my hand to her.

As her hand reached for mine. I asked myself why I was so insistent. Her hand trembled as she placed it in mine. I felt a tingle of electricity through my body as we touched. I led her to the bedroom, a thousand thoughts all running at once. My throat was dry, my heartbeat like a rabbit’s, I needed to get control of myself.

“Make yourself comfortable, I’ll be back,” I said not looking at her.

I went into the bathroom, closed the door, looked in the mirror and pulled myself together. My hands were shaking, and pussy was warm and engorged with blood, as thoughts of making love to my best friend overwhelmed me. I told myself, “She’s not gay, she’s never even thought that way. You’ll ruin everything!”

I peed, washed my face with cold water, brushed my teeth, regrouped and headed to the bedroom.

She was gone, I assumed to use the other bathroom to get ready for bed. I found myself pacing and nervous, so I climbed into bed to at least pretend to be calm.

After a few moments the door opened, and she peaked in.

“Hey.” I said quietly.

“Are you sure…”

“Yes, get in here silly.” I held the covers back for her.

She slid under the covers on her back and gripped the covers with both hands and brought them to her chin. She looked nervous and uncomfortable which made me wonder, why? Could she be having the same feelings?

“You’re so warm Stacey, like a warm little teddy bear.” I snuggled up to her and brought my knee up over her exposed thighs. Her skin was so smooth. She definitely shaved her legs that day. I placed my right-arm over her stomach enjoying the feel of her silk pajamas against my skin. My left arm was folded under my pillow as I rested my head on it and my chin touched her shoulder.

“I hope I’m not smothering you?” I said as I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feel of her.

She seemed very tense with her hands clenching the comforter and shoved against her chin.

“As long as you’re comfortable.” She laughed and relaxed. “It is kind of nice to have someone to snuggle.”

She rolled on her side to face me and bought her knee up between my legs and slid her arm over mine. We were now facing one another breasts touching legs intertwined and an arm around one another.

I looked into her blue eyes. With her amber hair framing her face, the blue color seemed even more intense.

“Thanks, so much Alecia, you’ve done so much for me, I can never repay you.” She smiled.

Trying to lighten the mood and keep myself from doing something I might regret, I spoke out. “I’m so glad we’re gonna be roomies again! This is awesome.” I hugged her a little tighter and smiled.

I found myself quickly lost in her eyes, as she stared intently into mine. When she brought her hand up and gently caressed my cheek, I felt all control slipping away.

“Seriously Lecia, Thank you so much. If not for you, I would still be unemployed living at my parents. Instead, tomorrow I’m officially moving to Manhattan. I love you so much.”

I wanted to kiss her so badly but dared not risk our friendship with such a reckless move. So, I did the only thing I could think of. I yawned, dangerously close to her face and slowly blinked my eyes a few times, and pretended to drift off to sleep, but could not resist a few gentle strokes of my hand on her back as I feigned sleep.

I thought I could sense her looking at me but dared not open my eyes. One more dose of those blue eyes and cute round nose and I would lose all control. Her hand slowly traced over my exposed shoulder and down my arm, barely touching me. She continued up and down my arm for several minutes.

I laid there hoping she felt the same and would send me a clear signal that she wanted me in the same way. The subtle caress had to be a lover’s touch I thought to myself. But it is just my arm, she could be just comforting a friend as they fell asleep. I so hoped that caress would slide off my arm and to my breasts and continue down to my warmer, wetter regions.

I slowly moved my thumb, back and forth on her back letting her know, I was awake and aware. But the signal never came, and the travel fatigue kicked in. I drifted off to sleep.

I woke to the sight of her blue eyes looking at me, again? Or did they never stop?

She smiled, “Good morning sunshine.”

That had been a saying of ours. Neither of us were morning people nor could we understand how people like Robin Meade could be so cheery so early. I will chalk it up to morning haze, but completely without thought, I cupped her cheek leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips. “Mmmm, Good Morning.” I sighed.

As I was about to extend my tongue, I became conscious of my actions and pulled back to see her eyes closed and mouth slightly open. I immediately rolled over and looked at the clock. It was 10:17AM.

The kiss was far more than a peck but at least I controlled my tongue at the last second. Without looking back I rolled out and stood up. “Holly shit the Movers will be here soon.”

I turned around and she laid there confused and disheveled. “I even told Ghalib we would use him for a shopping day. How soon can you be ready?”

She hesitated and thought. “30 minutes.”

“OK, I’ll let him know.” I texted Ghalib and ran to the shower.

With all the activity of the day, we managed to avoid any discussion or sharing of thoughts about “The Kiss”. Saturday night the movers had moved everything and put it in its place including the clothing in her drawers and closets.

That evening she spent time putting things in final order and with her bed in place there were no awkward sleeping arrangements.

Ironically, as we showered. Cynthia began a new wave of sexual communications spurred on by my text the night before.

She had replied to my text earlier.

Cynthia: Business phone! Check your personal e-mail

About an hour later she sent another

Cynthia: You must be sleeping in?

At 11:15 I replied from the cab.

Me: Sorry, just go this. Message received. 🙂

Crap, it didn’t even occur to me when I sent the text the work phones are visible to the company.

I had a personal cell phone linked to my personal mail. When I pulled it up wow!

Cynthia: You miss me terribly?… See pic one. You owe me some attention Ms. Carmichael. See pic two. This should be your tongue!

Pic one was a photo from her Belly button to mid-thigh. She was wearing my pink thong with her hand inside. Her fingers were visible through the cloth except for the middle finger apparently penetrating her.

Pic two showed her sans panties with two fingers buried. I had no idea how she took the pics but wow! Her pussy lips were shimmering with moisture. Luckily Stacey was talking to her parents and oblivious to the pics on my phone.

Me: Not fair!

Cynthia: Not fair? You still owe me six orgasms!

Me: True…

I turned away from Stacey and snapped a selfie with my tongue extended. I was getting turned on by the minute. I sent the photo.

A few moments later, I received a close up of her shaved pussy, legs spread sitting on an office chair, it appeared.

Cynthia: I need it right here.

Me: Is that live?

Cynthia: Yes. I need it right now!

Me: Me too! God, I wish I was there. I want to taste you so bad, Ms. Cynthia

Cynthia: I showed you mine, you show me yours.

Me: Can’t, in the cab with Stacey. Shopping day while the movers mover her in.

Cynthia: So, my plant sitting is no longer needed?

Me: You can still use the place any time. If I’m away, you can use my bed any time. If I’m home, you can use me any time 🙂

Cynthia: Six orgasms!

Me: Then what do we do day two?

Cynthia: Six more of course! In the meantime, show me yours from the first store you stop at.

I liked where this was going. I would send pics from every stop. God, she was exciting.

Me: Whatever you want Ms. Cynthia… You’ll see me soon!

Our first stop was Macey’s. I moved quickly to find something to try on and slipped into a dressing room. I slipped out of my skirt and panties and sat on the bench. I spread my legs wide and snapped several pics. I picked the best one, proud of the trim job I had done. I hit send and a few seconds later heard the ding.

Cynthia: So pretty. I love that dark little muff.

Me: I am soaking wet thinking of you. I can’t stop thinking about you, so I’m wet all the time!

Cynthia: Did you soil your panties?

Me: Took then off first!

Cynthia: I’ll send you the next pose.

Me: Can’t wait.

It seemed like it took forever to get Stacey out of Macey’s and to make matters worse in my state of heightened arousal, I could not peel my eyes off of Stacey’s ass. She was wearing a pair of jean shorts, with the l legs rolled up to Daisy Duke length. I don’t know how she did it but, I swore her ass was smiling at me. There was an arched seem between her ass cheeks and thighs that ever so slightly peeked out. Such a full beautiful ass, I could not stop staring and just didn’t care. She would never know I was staring anyway. Needless to say, I followed her lead most of the day.

Back in the cab to Saks, AEO & Aerie and Henri Bendel. As we started off, I received a pic of Cynthia’s naked ass bent over with her shaved pink pussy in full view. I stared uncontrollably. This time Stacey noticed.

“What’s up?” She asked raising her eyes for a peek.

“The China market forecast is looking bleak.” I said staring at the phone. “We talked about it with LVMH last week. It’s a disturbing trend.”

She quickly changed the subject and I shot a quick e-mail to Cynthia and put my phone away.

Me: Thanks, I just soiled my panties again!

Cynthia: Good leave them in my top left desk drawer in the office please.

Me: Yes Ms. Cynthia! You’re insatiable!

I focused on Stacey for the rest of the ride and had a great time at Saks. In the dressing room I removed my skirt and put my panties in my handbag. I got on my hands and knees to match the pose and took several pics again. I found myself staring and struggling to pick which one to send. I had never seen myself from that angle before and it was turning me on much more than it should have. I was drooling over my own pussy. There was something twisted with that. However, I convinced myself it was the thought of Cynthia drooling over it that excited me.

On the way to AEO & Aerie I received a pick of her fingers pressing on her clit with this text message.

Cynthia: Making myself cum looking at the picture of your ass! Your turn.

She knew exactly how to push my buttons. I would soon be masturbating in the dressing room at AEO & Aerie’s and I was gushing at the thought. Once again, I scared myself. I could never have imagined myself doing anything like this and now I was excited beyond belief at the thought of masturbating in AEO & Aerie.

When we arrived, I did my best to be patient and spend time looking at things for Stacey. She was the whole point of the day. We were shopping for clothes for her work and this was a first for her to be able to shop the stores we were visiting and actually purchase clothes that weren’t on the clearance rack.

We picked out a couple of outfits she liked, and she tried them on. I waited, knowing she would probably like me to see them on her before she bought, and she did. Ultimately, she went with both. I stared at the pictures Cynthia sent while I waited and grabbed a ***********ion of random dresses, so I was ready for my turn. I bounced between the picture of Cynthia’s world class ass and the masturbation photo.

The latter was a great close up of her glistening wet pussy. I had waited so long… When would I ever get the chance to taste her, I wondered breathing like a dog in heat. Stacey didn’t help, when she came out of the dressing room, the daisy dukes seemed to penetrate extra deep in her ass crack. I was definitely becoming an ass girl.

I quickly ducked into the dressing room, hung the clothes on the rack and planted my ass on the seat. My naked ass, that is. I hiked my skirt and began to touch myself as I looked at her pic on my phone. Then I got an idea on how to take it to the next level. I plugged ear buds into my phone so I could hear her without the rest of the store hearing. Then, I made a video call to Cynthia and laid the phone on the bench. I leaned back against the wall with my legs spread and knees bent. I positioned my pussy above the camera and worked my fingers in and out and then rubbed my clit for the camera.

“Holy shit, you horny little slut! Oh my God Leasie. You’re so cruel to me. I want to taste that… fuck you’re gonna make me cum again Leasie.”

I wanted to tell her how much I wanted to taste her wet pussy, but the dressing room was open underneath. I whispered hoping she could hear. “I’m in the dressing room at AEO & Aerie, listening with my ear buds, thinking of the picture of your ass.”

“Damn Leasie, I’m touching myself again. I can see your beautiful pink pussy. You’re such a tease. I so much want to taste that steamy cunt.”

I whimpered and sped up the pace of my fingers.

“I heard that Leasie. So, you like looking at my ass?”

I began sliding up and down the wall rolling my hips in response.

“Are your gonna cum for me, little slut” She panted. “Oh fu,u,uck Leasie, I want y, you! Aaaahhhh!”

She began to squeal in a high-pitched voice that sent me over the edge.

“You’re making me cum Leasie. Oh Fu, u, u, u, ck!”

My body began to vibrate as I rubbed my clit furiously with three fingers clinching my teeth to prevent screaming out for the whole store to hear. Hearing Cynthia screaming in ecstasy as my fingers pounded my clit sent a jolt of pleasure through my pelvis that paralyzed me. My legs stiffened and hips pulsated pumping my upper body against the wall like beating a drum, but there was no stopping. All that mattered was the wave of pleasure cumming together produced.

I wanted to scream out and let the world know I was cumming for her but held it in as my soaked hot pussy took control of every other muscle in my body.

“Oh God yes, cum with me Leasie. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Yes! Yes! Yes!” she whaled as my body convulsed for her.

My orgasm seemed to go on and on as my fingers were a blur rubbing my clit. Finally, I collapsed onto the phone panting uncontrollably. I tried to collect myself as the reality of my situation came back into my mind.

Cynthia whispered as she panted in my ear. “Oh my God, Ms. Carmichael. I don’t believe I have ever cum so hard. You really scare me… You continue to bring out desires I never knew I had.”

“Alecia? You ok?” Asked Stacey from the other side of the door.

“I’m fine. Be right out.” I replied as I pulled the phone out from under me. I looked at Cynthia on the screen, apparently laying on her hotel bed. “I better go, I think the whole store may know what just happened. You, Ms. Cynthia, make me loose ALL control. Damn, I miss you. If I don’t get to see you soon, I may end up in jail somewhere.”

I hung up and got dressed quickly and straightened myself up looking in the mirror. When I exited the dressing room, it felt like every eye in the place was on me. Stacey had paid and stood holding her bags. I feared my clothes were not on properly and everyone could see it but me.

“I take it you’re feeling better after that. It sounded like you were “Talking” (She made air quotes) with Cynthia. Lecia honey, you (air quotes) “rub one off” like a pair of buffalo in a broom closet.”

My face turned beet red. “Was it that bad?”

She nodded her head toward a man in the ladies lingerie section ogling me as he pretended to shop.

“Ok, I think we can move on.” I said red faced.

I slunk out of the store and into the cab. Stacey sat too close to me on the left. I became keenly aware the scent of my wet pussy filled the air. I turned to the right and looked out the window. Then, like the horny little slut I had become, I secretly smelled my fingers thinking of Cynthia, and what I wanted to do to her.

After an awkward silence I noticed Ghalib was looking at me in the rearview mirror with a confused look. He appeared to be sniffing the air subtly. “It’s just your imagination… He can’t smell you.” Said my inner voice. But I knew he could. I reached into my handbag, past my soiled panties to a bottle of perfume. I dabbed some onto my cum coated fingers and applied it to my neck. I sat back and closed my eyes, trying to center myself.

A moment later, I heard a whisper in my ear that only made things worse. She leaned in so close she accidently touched my earlobe with her lips, which sent another jolt through my clit. “I can still smell you Lecia!”

What was wrong with me? I just jacked off in public and came like a freight train. And now I wanted to take my best friend in the back seat, while Ghalib watched. I wanted to squeeze her naked ass while I kissed her hard and deep. I wanted to taste her cum as I tonged her wildly and felt her silky thighs on my cheeks. I was ready to rub her round little nose against my stiff clit as she tongue fucked me in the cab.

Thank God we arrived at Henri Bendel. I rushed out of the cab. “Keep the meter running Ghalib.” I said, bee lining for the ladies room. I was disgusted with myself as I soaped up a washcloth and headed for the stall. I washed my sticky pussy clean before washing my hands. I again splashed cold water on my face. I looked at my reflection and snapped myself back to reality.

“You OK Lecia,” said Stacey peeking in the door.

“Yep, ready for action.” I said as I walked toward the door.

At the end of the day, Stacey ended up with several new outfits and was immediately occupied by checking out the movers’ work when we arrived back at the apartment. I was grateful for the distraction.

The movers grouped her clothing and did an excellent job of putting them in the right drawers. She was occupied checking things out and making some minor adjustments. So, I said good night and turned in early. I was going to have a busy week and wanted to get an early start.

I laid there thinking about Cynthia, and my loss of self-control around her. I so needed to see her. But there was no telling when we could actually connect. The memory of snuggling with Stacey last night had me wishing for a knock on the door. The knock never came and eventually I drifted off to sleep.

I was off early and did not see Stacey Monday morning and I was in bed before she came home Monday night. Thankfully work kept me busy all week. We worked diligently to finalize the web site layout for LVMH with a team of software and marketing specialist. I was very proud of the team and their efforts to make a user-friendly layout with versions in twelve different languages.

We were tight but on pace for a beta launch October first allowing three months for debug and launch. I spoke with Cynthia daily. She was in Paris and would be heading to the Czech Republic after that. I Would be leaving for China on Sunday and our paths appeared to be destined never to cross.

On Thursday afternoon, I was in my office after hanging up from a conference call with Maurice and Russel. No sooner had I hung up and the phone rang from Cynthia’s office extension.

“Alecia Carmichael.” I answered.

“Well, hello Ms. Carmichael, might I see you in my office?” Cynthia said calmly.

“What? Are you serious? You’re here?” I said heart racing.

“Yes, Ms. Carmichael, but only for a couple hours…”

“On my way!” I said as I jumped up and walked quickly to her office.

The blinds were all closed in her office, which excited me. We would have privacy. Unfortunately, one of the board members was in her office when I arrived.

“Come in Ms. Carmichael,” Said Cynthia. “Charles Rosland, this is Alecia Carmichael.”

She sat behind her desk wearing a white blouse buttoned mid chest with a blue jacket. Her hair was down and curled inward to frame her face. Her blue eyes and narrow nose made my heart flutter.

“It’s an honor to meet you Ms. Carmichael. So good to put a face to a name. I can’t thank you enough for helping to land our largest account yet. I never thought I would meet another young lady as talented and savvy as our Cynthia, but thus far you’re right there with her.” He said as he walked over to shake my hand. His hands were surprisingly soft.

“I told you to trust me Charles. She is amazing. She has a sense for people beyond her years, possibly beyond my years!” Said Cynthia smiling at me. God she was beautiful.

“I should never have doubted you Cynthia.” He smiled at me.

“I promise I will not disappoint Mr. Rosland.” I replied with a firm shake.

His eyes rolled to my tits. “You definitely do not disappoint.”

That was all I needed to know. Top buttons unbuttoned and Chuckie would do anything I say. He walked back to his chair and sat down

“I was just wrapping up with Charles. We had a brief window to meet with the board today, so I flew in overnight and arrived this morning. Unfortunately, I’m heading back to Paris in three hours. I would very much like to get an update on LVMH before I leave. Have a seat.” She pointed at the couch that faced the side of her desk.

I sat and she spun toward me. I nearly came in my panties as she turned her chair sideways to face me. The desk blocked the view from Charles, but my vantage point gave a glorious view of her shaved naked pussy peeking out from her hiked blue skirt. My face reddened, pussy moistened and heart rate accelerated.

I struggled to breath before glancing at Charles who was looking at me oddly.

“Everything ok Ms. Carmichael?” Asked Charles, with a half-smile and concerned eyes.

“Everything’s great from where I’m sitting. It is a little warm in here, wouldn’t you say?” I said as I looked at Cynthia.

“Just a bit.” She replied and turned her head to look at Charles. “Thank you so much Charles I’m glad we can get approval from the board today. Once again you have worked your magic. I will see you in… (She looked at her watch, leaned back in her seat and spread her legs wider.) sixty minutes in the board room? Now I need to get an update from my young protégé here, she owes me a few things so I thought I would take the opportunity to collect in person.”

Her labia pealed apart when she spread her legs revealing her bright pink glisten inner labia. My eyes could not break away and Charles faded into the background like the furniture. The prize I had been longing for was twenty feet away begging for my warm moist tongue. Although at that exact moment my mouth seemed unusually dry making it even harder to swallow. I gently moistened my lips with my tongue.

I had fantasized about tasting her so many times and now she was offering herself to me, or should I say teasing me, in front of a key board member where I could do nothing about it. My mouth began to moisten rapidly as I stared helplessly at her glistening pussy. I wanted to drop to the floor, crawl between her legs and drink her in as she came in my hungry mouth.

“I’ll see you shortly Cynthia.” Said Charles standing up. I also stood. “Don’t get up Ms. Carmichael. It was a pleasure meeting you and I look forward to getting a further update at the board meeting.”

“Thank you, Charles, would you shut the door on your way out? I do not want to be disturbed before the board meeting.” Said Cynthia as she waved her hand motioning me to sit.

As he walked out the door I sat back down, disappointed. Her legs remained open and I so wanted to dive in tongue first. She clearly sensed the urgency on my face.

“If we can contain ourselves for just a moment Ms. Carmichael, I would like to clarify a few things…”

“Anything you say Ms. Cynthia,” I replied compliantly.

“As you heard my time is very limited. There is a board meeting in one hour, so I will need you to stay focused and follow instructions.” She reached into the top desk drawer and pulled out the panties I left on Monday.

She held them to her nose and took a long slow breath. “Thank you for these Leasie, they will make a fine addition to my collection.” Eyes locked on the target between her legs, I fidgeted and started to get up.

“Please remain seated Ms. Carmichael, this will go so much smoother if you comply.” She said in a calm authoritative voice. “You can be such a good girl at times.”

She sniffed the panties again while the pair I was wearing were beginning to moisten. It occurred to me that I would likely be handing over yet another pair of “soiled” panties in a few moments.

“However, your little escapade in the dressing room Sunday was rather torturous. I believe you currently owe me six orgasms I have a very tight window to begin collecting.”

“Yes Ms. Cynthia” I nodded enthusiastically, eyes still on the prize.

“You do seem eager, that is good. Are you eager Ms. Carmichael?”

“Oh God yes! I can’t stop thinking about you. I want to crawl over and taste you so badly…”

“I like that plan Ms. Carmichael, but you seem to be wearing a awful lot of clothing, would you mind removing your jacket and blouse for me?” Her legs spread just a little wider as her skirt bunched firmly at her hips.

I looked toward the door, concerned that someone might come in. “Can I lock the door first Ms. Cynthia.”

“I do like it when you call me Ms. Cynthia, but locking the door would lessen the excitement just a little, don’t you think?” She smiled deviously.

Her words and facial expression sent a little wave of excitement through my lower body. I smiled, tossed the jacket and unbuttoned my blouse.

“Ms. Carmichael, you do take direction well. You are making me very warm and very wet. I hope you know how much; I have anticipated the payment of your debt. I like your black silk bra, Ms. Carmichael, but I would really like to see those beautiful breasts. Would you please remove that too?”

I was shaking with lust and anticipation. I unclipped my bra and tossed it aside.

“You are so beautiful Ms. Carmichael. My pussy is steaming for you right now.” She said swinging her knees together and apart two times before settling in her seat with them set wide apart.”

“Please let me repay you Ms. Cynthia.” I said desperately.

“As usual your manners are impeccable Ms. Carmichael, but I am still troubled by your skirt and shoes. Remove them please but leave your panties on for inspection.” She looked at me smiling.

I could barely believe how quickly I complied with her orders. I raised my ass up off the couch to remove the skirt and nearly took my panties with it but managed to keep them most of the way on. When I tossed my skirt, I pulled them back up and settled back down on the couch. My wetness was beginning to peek through the black silk, and I grew more excited knowing I would need to surrender my soiled panties to her yet again.

“There is something that has haunted me since our little phone session that produced the panties you sent me. I can’t help thinking about watching you make yourself cum through your panties…”

“Yes, Ms. Cynthia.” I said as my right hand moved from sofa to the patch of silk covering my tingling pussy.

She did not have to finish her train of thought. I knew what she wanted. I wanted to make myself cum for her. I needed to show her how much I wanted her and that I would do anything to please her. It turned me on knowing I could excite her and I wanted to see her reaction. My middle finger pressed against the silk as I wiggled it into my slit.

“Oh Ms. Carmichael, you are such a horny little slut. I love your openness. God you light my fire Leasie. Tell me what you want my pet.”

I glanced up to see her hungry eyes, devouring me before looking back at her spread labia.

My finger slid up and down my slit forcing the silk inward where is soaked up my juices. “I want to drop to my hands and knees and crawl to you steaming wet pussy Ms. Cynthia.”

My fingers pressed harder and I heard her moan as I spoke. Her hands rested on her thighs and she began to squeeze them firmly. I thought she did so to prevent the urge to touch herself.

“I want to breath in your scent and feel the tingle of every cell of my body as I do. I want to feel your warmth on my tongue as I separated those pink steamy lips while that silky soft skin of your inner thigh tickles my cheeks… Oh God Ms. Cynthia, you make so warm.” I whimpered as my voice crackled.

I could smell my own juices, as I was already building toward an uncontrollable frenzy. I began to pant as my hips rocked. The wet silk stimulated my clit as her exposed pussy held my gaze.

“Ms. Carmichael you are making me very very hot. I hope you’re going to put your mouth to work backing up your words. I want you Ms. Carmichael, more than anything I have ever wanted.”

I cried out as her words sent me quickly to the brink. I let out a long high-pitched crackling moan that felt like it was coming from outside my body. “Aaa, aaa, aaaaaahhhhhhh.”

“Are you my pet Ms. Carmichael?” She asked softly.

“Oh yes, Ms. Cynthia. I want to please you, aaahh! Please let me suck you pussy. Oh fuck, I need it!”

“That’s it Ms. Carmichael, make yourself cum for me my pet.” Her voice consumed me. “Oh that’s sexy. Are you coming for me Leasie?”

“Yes! Yyyyyeeeeesssss I’m cumming for you Ms. Cynthia. Oh God, I’m cumming for you! Aaaaaaaaahhhhh! Aaaaaaaaahhhhh! Aaaaaaaaahhhhh! Aaaaaaaaahhhhh! Aaaaaaaaahhhhh!”

My legs stiffened as my heels pressed against the floor spread wide. I arched my back against the sofa raising my ass off the cushion as my fingers rubbed my clit frantically through the soaked silk.”

“That’s it baby, Oh God, I want you! Cum for me Leasie!” She panted.

I closed my eyes and let out one final squeal. “Cumming for you Ms. Cyn, Cynthia.”

I went silent as my mouth opened wide, but no air came out as my whole body stiffened. My fingers rubbed my clit feverishly as my juices flooded my panties. My hips pulsed at the wave of pleasure locked my diaphragm. My body spasmed as my clit sent wave after wave of tingling electricity through me. Finally, my orgasm peaked and I sucked in air frantically and collapsed back onto the sofa.

“Ms. Carmichael, that was far better than I even imagined.” She said breathlessly.

I felt a strange sense of pride that she was visibly flustered. She took another whiff of my panties.

“Of course, I’m going to need those panties, Ms. Carmichael. Would you please remove them for me?” I did as commanded and sat on the edge of the sofa panties in hand. I leaned forward staring at her exposed pussy, complete naked and ready to please.

“It seems you now owe me seven orgasms Ms. Carmichael. Your debt continues to mount, and I think it is time to make a payment.” She said spreading herself wider.

“I am so ready Ms. Cynthia” I dropped to my hands and knees, clutching my wet panties in my right fist.

“Ms. Carmichael, would you please place those panties in your teeth and bring then to me?

The thought brought a new level of excitement to me. I clinched the waist band in my teeth and crawled slowly toward her, with very slow, deliberate, exaggerated motions. My ass flexed and stretched, and I swayed side to side as I crawled. I looked at her hungrily and watched as her eyes widened and seemed to light up at the sight.

“Ms. Carmichael, you are making me very wet. You look hungry my pet.” Her eyes wide and excited.

I nodded, unable to speak with my panties dangling from my teeth.

Cynthia breathed in my scent through my panties and smiled as I drew closer.

As I entered the gap between her spread knees, she slid herself lower in the chair, bring my target closer and easier to access. She tossed the panties back in the drawer and reached down for the pair I clutched in my teeth.

“Good girl Ms. Carmichael, you will make a fine p, et!” She squeaked as my nose tickled the target. “You’re a hu, hungry little sl, slut!”

Her body shook as I breathed in deeply and my nose gently touched her. My body came alive as her scent penetrated my brain. I exhaled and felt Cynthia tremble as my hot breath washed over her. She whimpered softly and closed her eyes.

I stared up at her face as I leaned in. My tongue ran slowly and firmly up her wet crack. Her labia were steamy warm and softer than I imagined against my tongue. The taste of her was sweet at first with a touch of bitterness as I lingered. I only knew it tasted like ecstasy and I needed more.

“Oh Leasie.” She whimpered, as I lapped up her sweet juices.

Her hand settled on the back of my head. “Oh God, I’ve needed this.”

Her legs pressed in bringing her warm silky skin against my cheeks. I don’t think I had ever felt anything so soft in my life. I never wanted to stop. I raised up and sucked he upper labia and clit into my mouth, shaking my head gently side to side.

Cynthia tensed and moaned in complete ecstasy as I sucked and wiggled. When I began wiggling my tongue on her clit she cried out. “Oh my God Leasie, right there. Ooohhhh Fuuuuuccckkkkkk.” She gripped her chair with both hands and my heart raced with a feeling of complete control. “Oh ffffffuuuuuuucckkkkkk I’m cumming Leasie, r, right there.”

Her pelvis vibrated up and down as she came in my mouth. “Oh God, right there, oh yyyyyyeesssss right there! Yyessss, yyyyeeesss, yyyeeesss. Right fucking there! Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh!”

She pulled me off, unable to take anymore, so I began to slowly lap at her again with my tongue in slow firm licks parting her labia and sucking in her cum. As I continued, she petted my head encouraging me to continue. I looked up to see her smiling down at me. The taste of her, the sweet sticky feel on my lips and tongue were a heavenly combination.

I pulled away looking up at her, inches from her engorged womanhood. “You taste like heaven Ms. Cynthia. Better than I ever imagined. But, I’m still hungry.” I slowly extended my tongue moving ever so slowly lower and closer. I watched her eyes widen with a feel of desperation as I drew closer. The tip of my tongue made contact just below the bottom of her labia and she moaned softly.

Our eyes were locked, mine hungry and hers desperate. I was on my knees, but she was the prey and I was the predator. I have never felt more powerful than kneeling naked before her and seeing the look on her face as I took a slow firm lick up her succulent, cum soaked pussy. She tensed and trembled as I parted her tender labia penetrating with my tongue tip as I moved upward.

Her soft moans sent a wave of warm wetness through me. Her trembling intensified as I slowly drug my rough tongue across her stiff sensitive clitoris. Before raising up and moving back down. “I am going to drink every drop of your sweet cum Ms. Cynthia.”

I took another slow deliberate lick, favoring the right side, lapping up her cum. “It’s the nectar of the God’s and I will drink it all” Another lick favoring the left side. “I want more, and I want it now Ms. Cynthia.”

This time I pressed back to the middle and stopped at her tight little opening wiggling my tongue inside her. Her eyes briefly closed as I probed her quickly and repeatedly pressing my lips against hers. Then I continued upward, dragging my tongue over her stiff little button.

My eyes stayed locked on her hypnotic blue desperate eyes. “I want to pleasure you Ms. Cynthia.” She whimpered as my tongue probed her again. “I want to pleasure you in every way, Ms. Cynthia.” I licked her and probed her again.

“Oh, Leasie…” Her eyes closed and her breathing deepened as she petted my head.

My forehead rubbed against her hiked skirt, so I dropped my ass down to my heels, pulled my knees up under me and sat up on them. “I need to remove this skirt Ms. Cynthia; it is blocking my access to you.” I brought my hands under her thighs and up the sides of her hips. I could feel no side zippers, so I pushed her up off the chair rather forcefully and found the clasp and zipper in back. She helped by holding her ass up and I quickly undid them both and gripped her waistband.

I pulled them off sliding my knuckles across that beautiful ass. I backed up and pulled the skirt down and off her legs. I tossed them aside, gripped her knees and spread them apart. I looked hungrily into her eyes again as my hands slid up her inner thighs. My elbows pressed her legs wider and my fingers caressed their way up her silky thighs.

I leaned in as my hands moved over the top of her thighs and gripped her by the hips. I pulled her toward me positioning her on the edge of the seat. “Much better.” I said taking another slow deliberate lick. She moaned her approval. “I see you agree Ms. Cynthia.”

I licked again stopping at her opening before French kissing her steaming pleasure hole. My mouth open wide, I sucked her labia as my tongue probed in and out.

“That feels so good Leasie,” Her eyes closed and she bit her lip. I wiggled my head side to side causing a gasp and a grin as her eyes opened. “Oh my God!” She said sounding almost in pain.

I never wanted this to end, I loved the feeling of my tongue inside her, paralyzing her with pleasure, tasting her. I pulled back, “I love being inside of you Ms. Cynthia. Let’s get serious about this shall we?”

I raised up and gripped her legs behind the knees and lifted them up over my shoulder. This gave me full access as her legs angle up and out. She had my panties to her face breathing deeply through her nose

I gently pushed a finger into her and continued her tongue lashing. “Ah! Ah!” she gasped in quick succession as I pushed my finger all the way in and began to pump in and out. Her hips began to rock and push back against my finger.

I raised up looking at her, pumping harder. “Do you like that Ms. Cynthia?” She nodded and whimpered. “Would you like another?”

“Y, yes!” She gasped. “Oh, Pleases…”

“Here you go.” I said pulling out and pushing in two.

She exhaled in a sporadic series of gasps

I began pumping again. “Is that better Ms. Cynthia?”

Her rapid mini gasps continued. “O, o oh y, yes.”

I extended my tongue and leaned in slowly maintaining eye contact. Again, I opened my mouth, sucked in her clit and upper labia, wiggling my tongue as I sucked and fingered her hot pussy.

“Oh God Leasie, I love you. Aaaahhhhhh!” She squealed rocking in hips faster.

“I need you to cum in my mouth again.” I panted and dove back in, working my tongue.

I knew she was delirious but, hearing her say she loved me got me that much more excited. I sucked and wiggled my tongue while rapidly shaking my head side to side. My fingers were pumping in and out faster and faster as her moans grew louder.

“Leeeaaaaasssssiiiiiieeeee honey, oh God… Aaaaahhhhhh! Fuuuuuuccckk, feels, g, good.” Her hand gripped my head and her knees went higher. “Oh, God, please!” she panted with each word.

Her legs pressed against my shoulder and her back arched. She ground herself against my tongue gyrating and shaking. “Oh God, y, you’re a, fuck, a, mazing. R, right there Leasie. Aaaahhhhh fuuuuucccckkk .” Her voice had been getting louder and suddenly she shoved my panties into her mouth and bit down on them to muffle the screams.

I watched her face and as she screamed into my panties. I had never been so excited with a sex partner before. I felt like a goddess making this gorgeous powerful woman into a raging sex toy. I felt like I could cum just watching her react to me. I could taste her juices flowing onto my tongue and wanted more.

I sped up again fingering her hard and torturing her clit with my lips and tongue. My tongue and neck were tired, but I would go all day if she let me. Her chair bounced and squeaked as she fucked my fingers and tongue. I loved how she told me when I hit the spot and she continued her chant of “right there”, but with my panties shoved in her mouth she was hard to understand.

I realized I was right when I felt the rush of warm sticky juices flooding my tongue and face. She tried to pull me off by the hair, but I wasn’t done, I wanted to take her to the edge and beyond. Her hips were almost vibrating she was moving them so fast in tiny little gyrations. Her legs pressed hard on my shoulders as her muffled screams were more frantic. Her thighs squeezed my head as she came long and hard.

I had to fight to keep my tongue engaged as her orgasm continued. She wailed in a series of high pitched screeches in time with her gyrations as her creamy juices flooded my fingers, cheeks and chin. Finally with both hands she pushed me off. and I glanced down to see a string of thick white fluid clinging to my nose and her pussy. The white creamy fluid covered her engorged labia. For a moment, I thought she had just had sex with a man and it oozed out of her. But it did not taste like semen, it had a hint of sweetness mixed with a metallic taste. Then it occurred to me. Female ejaculation…

“Oh my God Leasie, I’m so sorry, I’ve never done that before…”

I began to lap it up and she tried to pull me off again. I shook my head and continued licking her clean.

“Leasie, please…”

I pulled off and interrupted. “Ms. Cynthia am I the first to make you ejaculate?”

I licked again, she tried less convincingly to stop me. “Ejaculate? Men Ejac…”

“So can women Ms. Cynthia and I just made you do it!” I grinned at her proudly and lapped up some more. Her legs spread wider allowing her legs to slide off my shoulders and her feet dropped to the floor. Then I slid my fingers out and licked them clean while she watched me.

I leaned back in and took one more deliberate lick up the length of her slit and slowly slid my fingers back inside her. I stood slowly up smiling at her with my fingers working gently inside of her. As I raised up, I leaned forward bringing my face closer to hers.

“I love pleasing you Ms. Cynthia. I love tasting you…” I kissed her neck gently. She tilted her head to the side exposing her neck. “I love being inside you…” I kissed her neck again and pushed my fingers deep. “I will do anything to pleasure you…” Another kiss and she whimpered with pleasure. “I love being your pet Ms. Cynthia. I was born for this.”

“Leasie,” She panted. “You make me crazy.”

I kissed her passionately probing her mouth with my tongue, letting her taste her cum. My fingers continued to penetrate her soaked pussy causing her to moan and whimper in time with my movements. I immediately knew I could give her orgasm number three if I wanted, and I definitely wanted.

I broke the kiss and moved back to her neck. “Do you want me to stop Ms. Cynthia?”

She offered her neck again, “I really need to prep for the, Ah!” She gasped as my thumb touched her clit while my fingers continued to pump her.

“I’ve missed you Ms. Cynthia, and I need more.” I whispered as she moaned louder. “I need more time to properly make love to you.” I kissed her neck and nibbled her ear lobe. “I want to make love to you all night.”

She wiggled her hips and whined out loud. “Leasie, please, I can’t take…”

“Oh, but I want to give myself to you Ms. Cynthia. I want to kiss every inch of you and pleasure you until you beg me to stop.” I returned to her neck her pulse pounding. “Anything Ms. Cynthia, tell me what you want and I wil do it.” I pressed on the back of her chair raising up as High as I could while maintaining contact with her steaming pussy.

“Oh God, Leasie… Pleases. I have to, Gah!” Her head rolled back eyes closed with pleasure until I removed my finger and caused her to gasp.

I leaned forward bringing my left breast toward her lips. “The lady doth protest too much methinks.”

She began to kiss my nipple, sending chills from my chest to my shoulders and on down my spine.

“Do you really want me to stop Ms. Cynthia?” I asked tauntingly.

She shook her head as her lips, warm and soft brought my left nipple to complete stiffness. I lowered back down to reinsert my fingers, and she followed with her mouth chasing my right breast.

Cynthia moved to my right breast as I reached down and inserted my fingers again. She moaned and sucked my nipple hard, “Ms. Cynthia, can you please come home with me tonight?” I said seductively. “You could fly out in the morning. Won’t you please let me pay you back tonight? I can think of many ways to pleasure you Ms. Cynthia.”

“How can I say no to you Ms. Carmichael.” She sighed and extended her tongue to tease my nipple.

The wave of warmth that spread through my body was remarkable, fueled by the thought of having her in my bed all night long and unencumbered… A new wave of wetness consumed my pussy. I could feel her wetness growing as I slowly fingered her.

“Oh Ms. Cynthia you make me so wet. I want you in my bed with nothing between us. Just my skin against yours.”

Her right hand slid from my breast to my belly, gently caressing me while her left hand caressed my lower back and slid down to my ass. Her touch electrified me. My hand was extended down between us as I slowly and steadily slid two fingers in and out of her. My forearm brushed against my trimmed muff and I found myself rubbing my wet cunt against my arm excited by her touch.

“I want to kiss and touch every inch of you, Ms. Cynthia. I’ve never wanted anything so much. Pleasing you is all that matters.” I closed my eyes and took in the sensation of her hands on my body and lips on my stiff tingling nipple. Chills ran through my body as my thumb touched her clit.

She gasped and released my nipple. I lowered my upper body freeing my arm for more motion and bringing my lips back to her gorgeous neck. “Do you like that Ms. Cynthia?” I whispered working her clit with my thumb and fucking her steadily with my fingers.

“Y,yyyeeeessss.” She squeaked in a crackling voice.

“I want, to please you Ms. Cynthia.” I kissed her neck firmly. “Are you ready for some more payback?”

“Yes, Pl, please.” She panted uncontrollably.

“Will you please let me lick you clean after you cum again Ms. Cynthia?” I said pushing her over the edge.

“Yes, Oh God, yes! Ah, ah, ah, ahhhhhhh.” She panted shaking and grinding her pelvis against my hand. “Oh God, I’m cumming again Leasie. Aaaaahhhhhh!”

Startled by her volume, I quickly kissed here and pushed my tongue into her mouth. She opened wide and sucked my tongue hard whimpering and shaking uncontrollably as her orgasm grew.

Both hands gripped my ass and she flailed her hips, fucking my fingers as my thumb stimulated her clit. Her tongue probed my mouth and her muffled cries became more urgent. I could barely keep my mouth on hers as her juices flooded my fingers. The effect of feeling her lose control at my touch was almost indescribable. It was as if I could feel her pleasure transmitted through our kiss, the tingling through my own body nearly made me cum without direct contact by Cynthia.

Her body stiffened when her orgasm peaked, and her rapid-fire whimpers grew stronger and stronger. My own excitement was so high, I could barely breath as I felt her cum for the third time. Her scent filled the air and I closed my eyes taking it in.

She broke the kiss and pulled away, her body collapsed, and she struggled to catch her breath panting erratically. “Ms. Carmichael you are a naughty little slut! Oh My God, three down!” I removed my hand, smiled and watched her regain composure. “I think you are trying to make we late for my meeting.” Her eyes were simply captivating. I really need to go…”

“Not quite yet Ms. Cynthia.” I dropped to my knees, smiled up at her and began to lick her clean.

“You are nothing if not thorough Ms. Carmichael.” She sighed and spread her legs.

I lapped up her cum like a hungry puppy. “Oh my God.” She said almost whispering with a long slow exhale. “You’ll need to help me get dressed Ms. Carmichael.”

She grabbed my panties that had been in her drawer. “Could you please put these on me. I would very much like to wear them to remind me of things to come.”

I took them from her, made one final lick, spread the panties open with both hands and placed them on the floor. She put her right foot in and then her left. I wiggled them up her legs and on over her hips. I straightened the front and asked her to turn. She did and I positioned them on her incredible ass. “Damn they look good on that ass.” I said out loud.

She clinched her cheeks. “Good to know all those workouts have paId dividends, Ms. Carmichael. Speaking of dividends, help me with my skirt. I need to get to the board meeting.”

I crawled over to them as I had given them a good toss. “Speaking of good-looking asses… Mmmm.” she sighed.

I crawled back toward her, and she turned her ass toward me. I held the skirt to the floor, and she stepped in. As I pulled them up, I nibbled both of her cheeks where they bulged out of my panties.

“Thanks for adding to my collection Ms. Carmichael.” She dangled the panties she had shoved in her mouth a few moments ago. I will be imagining my hands reaching under your skirt all day long.

I smiled and asked myself why surrendering another pair of “soiled” panties made me so proud.

I positioned her skirt, helped tuck in her blouse and zipped her up. “There, nice and neat.” I said as I patted her ass.

She turned and I stood up, completely naked before her. Her hand caressed my cheek and she kissed my slowly and gently. The heat between my legs intensified.

She looked into my eyes and her hand cupped my breast and slid slowly down my belly as she spoke.

“Ms. Carmichael, you may be the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. I think I would like to see you like this forever.”

Her hand slid lower, fingers downward, once again I could not breath as her middle finger slid between my labia and her other fingers sandwiching them.

“You weren’t lying Ms. Carmichael, you are ssssoooo wet.” She kissed me softly, slowly slipping the tip of her tongue between my lips. Our tongue tips touched, and she pulled back.

“Will you promise you will not cum under any circumstances until, I am paid in full?” She whispered in my ear.

Yes, Ms. Cynthia.” I said trembling. It seemed like a no brainer. I made her cum three times in less than an hour. I owed her four more and she was staying the night.

“That’s a good girl because I think I’ve figured out how we can get together when you make your Florida swing with LVMH…”

“What do you mean? That’s four weeks away!” I said starting to panic. “You’re sleeping over tonight.”

“Oh no, I’m afraid that’s not possible. I am flying back to Paris with two board members for our quarterly share holder review…”

“But you said…”

“I said, ‘How can I say no to you.’ Unfortunately, I have no choice.” I promise we can work out at least a couple days together in Florida. I have a vacation home in West Palm. A couple days on the beach should be quiet fulfilling.

She smiled and removed her hand from my flaming pussy.

“Oh, that is cruel, Ms. Cynthia. We can’t even have a phone session for four weeks?”

“Sure, we can Ms. Carmichael, under the condition that you do not reach orgasm until you pay your debt.”

“That’s very helpful. Why do you want to torture me? I thought you enjoyed our session here today. Why punish me?”

“Why think of it as punishment? Think of the anticipation Ms. Carmichael.” She gripped my naked ass with both hands and kissed my deeply.

She released me, scooped up her handbag and laptop and marched for the door. I cowered behind her desk as she gripped the doorknob. I imagined her whipping the door open for all the world to see.

“It’s quiet exhilarating, wearing your panties Ms. Carmichael, knowing where they just were. I would love to watch you dress, but I really must go. I will replay today in my mind many times between now and Florida. Thank you so much.

She stepped out and closed the door. I wanted to masturbate right there on the spot after she just revved me up. I picked my clothes up and got dressed as I pondered four weeks. It did not matter that I had far surpassed the four week mark many times in the college years without even an afterthought. But Cynthia released the horny little slut in me and four weeks now seemed like an eternity…

To be continued.

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I was never so happy the next morning when I saw my dad leave for work. Slipping out of my night shirt I went to my closet to find something sexy to wear for Robin. Picking out a very tight belly shirt and a pairt of daisy dukes I looked my self in the mirror and thought i looked sexy as hell. As i waited for her to arrive I thought hurs had passed but when she got there it was only a few minutes past nine. Running out to her car I leaned in the passenger side window and said,” Hi mommy Robin may I suck you titties?”

“My my little Tammy don’t you look sexy today. Lets get inside and you can have mommy titties all you want” she replied as she parked the car and followed me into my house. once inside she spun me around and pushed my face into her breast and pulled up her shirt showing off her bare titties to me. ” Be a good little girl and suck mommy’s titties baby slut tammy.” she commanded me to do.

Planting my mouth around her nipple I started to suck her tittie like a starveing new born. Moaning she pushed my head harder into her chest as she fondled my ass with her other hand. To my surprise she put a finger in one of my belt loops and pulled it up giveing me a wedgie. She kept my face and mouth on her tit but kept on pulling up my shorts forcing me to stand on my tip toes. The seam in the front of the shorts started to get inbetween my pussy lips and rub my clit.

” You like that don’t you Tammy?” She asked me when a moan escaped from my lips. Nodding my head she pulled up even higher taking my feet off the ground. Letting me stand on the floats of me feet she then pushed on my shoulders. Knowing what she wanted I lifted up her skirt and gazed at her shaven pussy glistening. Leaning foward I kissed and then licked her. Holding my head in place robin ground her pussy hard. MY nose and mouth were inside her pussy as she rocked back and forth on me.

“Thats right Tammy be a good nasty baby slut and lick mommy’s pussy. oooohhhh yesss Tammy make mommy cumm all over your slutty face.”She said to me as she fucked her pussy on my face. Her juices started to flow all over my face and lips as I tried to lick them up.

When she finished cumming all over me she told me it was time to get my stuff to keep at the new apartment and to find something for me to wear to the store. Getting two trash abgs she put all my sexy bras, panties , g-string and sexy outer clothes into them and had me take them to the car. When I got back she picked out a outfit and when I put it on, it made me look like a little girl. It was my easter outfit my dad made me wear to church last year. She even found the stupid hat that went with it. Robin told me how cute i looked and kissed me on the cheek.

Heading from the house to town she told me we were gonna go to wallmart to find some nice things for me. I was scared some of my friends might see me and say something.Once at the store she took em to the girlsdepartment and found some nice clothes for me. mainly skirts and low cut shirts. To make sure I looked sexy and cute in them she asked someguys to look at her daughter and tell her what they thought. Makeing a game out of it I would lean foward to let them see my budding tits and nippels or let them see my ass as I bent over. One of the guys said I was a bad girl for doing that and needed a spanking. Robin told him for the right price he could spank me.

‘What do I get for a little extra cash?”he asked Robin.

“For 20 bucks you get to spank her naughty little ass and for 40 bucks you get a blow job form her.” she replied. Pulling out two twenties he gave them to her and the three of us went out to his van. I played at being scared and asking if I had to do this almost smirking when i did. Laying across his lap he smacked my ass a few times before forcing me to my knees to suck him.

Pulling out his cock that was allready hard i saw it was kinda small compared to Jamal and Mike. Bobbing my head up and down and swiling my tounge I sucked him as best as I could. Looking up I saw robin whispering in his hear and rubbing his chest. Between the two of us he lasted maybe five minutes. I swallowed his load and then kissed Robin on my mouth which made him moan a bit. Climbing out of his van we waved goodbye to him and laughed while we waled to the car.

Driving over to Jamal’s bar Robin told me how she was proud that i did not freak out when she pimped me like that. I told her I trusted her and would do anything she said. Going into the bar i saw Jamal at his seat and ran to see him. He really liked my Easter out fit but was dissappointed that i had on panties. As i removed them Robin told himand a couple other men what i did at the parking lot for walmart. With my panties in ahnd Jamal told me to throw them away cause around here I would either wear g-strings or nothing.

Coming back from behind the bar I walked past him and he picked me up, placing me on his lap. “Tammy did you like sucking that white man’s cock.?” Jamal asked me.

“Yes I like the tastes of cock Jamal. Is that wrong?” i told him.

“Not at all my little piece of white trash. you can suck anytype of cock atammy but I don’t want you fucking any cock but a black man’s cock understand baby slut?” was what he next asked me.

“Yes sir but why?”

“Because your body is made for black cock and you need to start to learn that.”
With that Jamal had me lean over the bar with my as stowards him. The bar was high enough my feet were off the floor. he told me he was gonna fuck my ass again and if i screamed liek before he was gonna take his belt to my titties. I nodded to let him know I understood. Putting somekind of lube in my ass he eased his big black cock up it. gritting my teeth he started to fuck my tender young ass. In and out he went slowly going faster. Robing was infront of me telling me how good i was and holding my hands. Sniffling as he used my ass tears were running down my face. Off to the sides i saw the other men there put money on the table and discussing who would be next.

After a good bit of time Jamal pulled out and had me kneel before him to clean his cock. Opening my mouth I let him fuck my face as he used my tounge to clean off his cock, sucking hard and fast and deep i did my best to please him. pushing balls deep into my mouth he told me to be a good girl as he came . filling my throat with his hot cumm i swallowed every bit and he looked down at me and smiled.

When he pulled away the other three men stripped me naked and passed me around to grope my tits and ass. After they all had thier fun feeling me up one layed down and told me to put his cock in my pussy. When I did that one of his buddies entered my ass and the last one entered my mouth. I have never felt so filled in my life. The more I tried to scream at the pain they were causeing me the harder they used my three holes. Every so often they would switch and I would be tasting my shit on a new guys cock in my mouth. After they all had a turn in each of my fuck holes they made me kneel. Jerking thier cocks they all came on my face and in my hair.Jamal was laughing at me when he saw me covered in thier cumm.

Mommy Robin helped me up stairs to the apartment and into the shower to get cleaned up. It was only around one p.m. and she told me to go and take a nap. I listen to her and took a long nap not relizing how tired I was. She woke me up later on telling me she had to get me home before my dad got home. On the way back home I was informed that Jamal made over one hundred dollars off me from those three guys and he was so proud of me. that nigth i slept real comfy thinking about the poker run the next day.

hope everyone likes this part.

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Jay a teacher in the local high school is working a summer job when he mets his favorite student Faith and some of her friends. The fun begins shortly afterward when they plan a slumber party at their teachers house.

Jay, Faith, and her Friends. (Chapter 2)

Jay was a 29 year old teacher at the local high school. He picked up a summer job at the local ice cream shop to earn some extra money. Faith was a girl in his class this past year. He got to know her intimately one afternoon staying after school earning some extra credit. Jay recognized the other 2 girls from his school but didn’t know their names.

The girls had just pulled up in a car and the girls all said “hey Mr. Wells” except for Faith said “Hey Jay.” Jay took the ice cream orders from the 3 girls that came to his window and watched them talk and giggle as they went to sit at a nearby picnic table.

Jay watched the girls as they talked and laughed. Occasionally Faith would turn and smile at Jay and he would smile back at her. Jay had not been intimate with Faith since their after school session but he did gently touch her and squeeze her butt in the hallways if no one was looking.

The girls continued to laugh and talk. Jay couldn’t hear everything they were talking about. He did over hear the other to girls giving Faith a hard time about calling Mr. Wells by his first name. “Hey Jay” one of the girls mimicked to Faith. He saw the girls lean in and start whispering. Jay wondered if Faith has ever told any of her friends about their after school session last year.

The girls finished their ice cream and started to head toward their car when Faith walked over to Jay and handed him a napkin with a note on it. “Text me when you get off ❤ – Faith” with her phone number on it. Jay smiled at her and wondered what was on her mind.

When Jay got off work he pulled Faith’s number out and texted her. They had a good time talking and then Faith told Jay that she had told her two best friends about their after school activity after they pushed her. Jay was surprised but not worried. Faith said that her two friends might be interested in doing some extra credit work with Jay some time.

Faith and Jay planned how they might work the plan. The girls would tell their parents that they were spending the night at each other’s houses and then meet Jay at the park nearby and then spend the night with Jay at his house.

Friday night came and the girls plan worked perfectly. The girls all met up in the park and then Jay came and drove them to his house. When the girls got to the house they unpacked their stuff and they all ate some pizza and Jay got to know the other girls.

Dana had blonde strait hair and brown eyes. She was not real tall but had really nice athletic long legs. Liz had chestnut brown strait hair and also had nice brown eyes. Her chest was bigger than Dana’s. All three girls were fun and talked about some of their past experiences with guys. Jay introduced them to his golden retriever dog named Daisy.

After dinner the 4 of them all went to the couch and started to watch a movie. Faith sat next to Jay and he put his arms around her while they watched the movie. Dana and Liz sat on the other side of Jay and everyone cuddle under a blanket.

After the movie was over Faith stood up and said “now it’s time to have some fun.” The three girls got together and they told Jay that they wanted him to judge them on the different categories like best face, butt, boobs, and more. They would model for him while he sat on the couch.

Jay was excited for three girls to give a strip show and for him to examine every inch of their bodies. The girls stood up and faced Jay on the couch. They slowly took their shirts off and turned their backs to Jay and unhooked their bras. Jay felt his dick jump in his shorts at the sight of their bare backs as they slowly turned to face him.

Jay’s eyes popped wide open at the sight of 6 tits before him. Faith’s chest was smaller, but the pear shape of her tits were a big turn on. Her nipples were poking out nicely. Liz had the biggest chest and they were nice and bouncy and round. Her hair was long and flowed over part of her chest. Dana’s breasts were a nice size but her nipples were nice and big for her size. Jay got up to feel of each of them one by one. He loved to feel their nipples press against the palm of his hands.

The girls gently pushed him down back on the sofa and slowly began to slide their shorts off. Their panties were very sexy and brightly colored. Dana had a pair of thongs on that showed off her nice long legs well. Faith had on a nice bright pair of pink panties with yellow polka dots.

The girls turned around again and took hold of their panties and lowered them showing half their ass. They bent over and modeled their curvy butts to Jay. Jay felt his dick get harder as he anticipated seeing they completely naked bodies.

They slowly slid their panties down to their knees and let them drop to the floor. The girls stayed bent over and Faith and Liz pushed their asses against Dana who was in the middle. Jay became rock hard when his eyes zoned in on their pussies that hung down between their legs. Their sexy butts were nice and round and the hair between their legs and around their pussies was turning Jay on so much.

Jay reached out and squeezed each girl’s ass and gave each of them a lite spanking. The girls began to turn around and reveal their pussies to Jay. Jay took in every detail of their naked bodies. Faith had a nice plump pussy that was shaven around her lips and had a tuft of hair above her slit. Jay remembered it well. Dana was standing there and almost had a camel toe shaped pussy. Her tan lines made a nice accent to her body. Liz had the biggest and plump pussy. It was completely shaven and showed her inner lips well sticking out in plain view.

Jay couldn’t believe he had 3 naked high school girls standing before him. The girls smiled at Jay, opened their legs more and Faith said “Well who is best?” Jay decided not to get any jealous feeling going between the girls and said “I think it’s a three way tie, but I’m the winner”. Dana added “but we haven’t earned our extra credit yet.” Liz said “you have to do everything you did with Faith at school so we can all get an A+.”

“We will, don’t worry” Jay said, “we have plenty of time for lots of fun tonight.” The girls all smiled and pulled Jay up from the sofa. They stated unbuckling Jays belt and taking off his clothes. When his boxer briefs dropped out sprang his hard thick dick.

Faith reached down and grabbed his dick and began to strike it slowly. Jay’s hands went up on Dana and Liz’s tits as he began to caress them with his hands. Jay looked down just in time to see Faith move her mouth right up to his cock. She licked around it and then looking up at Jay put it in her mouth.

“Mmm” Jay said as he felt her warm wet mouth close around his dick. Faith explored his dick with her tongue feeling all the contours of her teachers cock. After a few mins the girls swapped places and Dana knelt down to taste a teacher dick for the first time. Next, it was Liz’s turn and she followed the other girls lead.

While Liz was sucking Jay, Faith looked down and saw her nice heaving breasts. Just about the time Dana leaned down and cupped one of her nice size tits in her hand. Faith wondered what her tits felt like and she carefully joined Dana and took hold of Liz’s other breast. It was kinda a turn on to see her two best friends naked and sharing their teacher and also maybe enjoying each other.

Faith felt Liz’s hard nipple in her hand and she decided to pinch it a little and give Liz some more pleasure. Liz didn’t seem to mind her two friends adding to her pleasure and she decided to give the other two girls some pleasure of their own. Liz’s hands took hold of Dana and Faith’s legs and moved upward and inside their legs.

Faith felt Liz’s fingers slide up closer and closer to her pussy. She was curious as to what Liz had in mind. Liz’s fingers found her wet warm hole. And began to work their way in. Faith had never though that her and her friends would explorer this side of their friendship, but she was enjoying it.

Faith opened her legs more to allow Liz better access to her pussy. Before long she had found her clit and was rubbing it over and over. Faith was enjoying herself very much to her surprise. Jay leaned over and began to kiss and suck on Faith’s nipple. Fully enjoying the moment Faith instinctively reached out and took hold of Dana’s tits and pleasures her by squeezing them.

The girls began to moan and breathe heavy from Liz’s magic finger workout. “I want you to fuck me on the couch” Faith said to Jay. Liz released Jay’s dick and Faith got on her knees on the couch facing backwards with her ass slightly bent and ready for Jay. Jay grabbed her hips and lined up himself right behind her. He slowly slid his dick inside her and started pumping her deeper and faster. Faith could feel Jay’s thick dick filling up her pussy and pressing against the walls of her vagina.

Jay reached around and fondled her breasts and then went between her legs to rub her clit while he fucked her. Faith got closer and closer to climaxing and started making more moans and outbursts. Jay’s dog daisy heard the noise and came in to see what was going on. In a few moments Faith was climaxing and cumming hard.

“Fuck me next” called Dana as Faith turned around and sat exhausted on the couch ready to watch her friend have her first dick from a teacher. Dana took the same position that Faith did but she wiggles her ass around and teased Jay, “come and get it!”

Jay reached up and played with her ass a little and then slid his dick inside her. “I’m a virgin” said Dana, “but I broke my hymen a few years ago with a dildo, so you don’t have to worry.” Jay looked down and enjoyed watching his cock disappear into such a pretty young blonde.

He rocked back and forth getting faster and faster as he played with her tits and clit also. Never having a real dick in her pussy before Dana quickly came and held Jay’s dick in her for an extra min before releasing it from her pussy.

“Last, but not least” said Liz as Dana moved to the other side of the couch and Liz took the same position ready for her turn. “I’m a virgin” said Liz with a smile to Jay. “Not for long” Jay replied as he moved up behind her and rubbed his sticky wet dick on her outer pussy lips. “I’ll be gentle” said Jay. The other two girls watched and waited to see their friend enjoy something inside her pussy for the first time.

Jay placed the tip of his dick at her pussy and pushed it in a little. Her face showed how pleasured she felt as his head moved slowly deeper into her pussy. Jay pushed it until he felt the hymen stop his dick. Faith and Dana both leaned forward to watch and they put their hands on Liz’s back and sides to distract her a min.

Jay pushed quickly and with some force as he broke her hymen. “Shit” called Liz as she felt the pain move quickly through her body. Jay held his cock deep inside Liz until he could tell the shock was over. Faith and Dana began to rub Liz on her sides and move to her tits to give her more pleasure.

Faith was totally turned on from watching her friends take part of the fun. She started to get turned on from touching Liz’s breasts and she leaned forward to give them a little kiss and lick. Liz turned and smile at her as Jay began to move pumping her slowly. “Oh god” this is so hot” Liz exclaimed as she rocked her hips back and forth in rhythm with Jay’s thrusts.

Faith began to rub her pussy and masturbate as she watched her friends enjoy themselves. It wasn’t long before Liz began to build up to a climax and become more vocal also. “I’m gonna cum soon” she announced.

Just as she was being distracted by Liz’s announcement Faith felt a warm wet feeling on her pussy In between her fingers, that was working her pussy. She looked down to see Jay’s dog Daisy who had apparently caught a whiff of the pussy and decided to help herself to a treat.

Daisy began to lick Faith more and more and faster and her tongue went a little inside her pussy reaching her clit. “Oh god, your dog is a lesbian” she said with a laugh. “It feels so good” she added as she encouraged the dog to lick more. Faith began to build up to another cum too.

“Oh god” I’m coming announced Liz. Jay started to feel his ability to hold in his sperm coming to a close as both Liz and Faith her about to cum. “I’m gonna cum in a minute” Jay said. “Cum in our mouths and tits” said Liz. A few more pumps was all it took for Jay and he pulled out his dick and Liz flipped around and the three girls leaned in for Jay.

Jay shot streams of cum all on the girl’s chests and a little big got on Dana’s cheek. The dog continued to pleasure Faith and she started shaking in pleasure as she came hard. The dog licked up all her pussy juice and the girls even took some of Jays cum on their fingers and offered to the dog as the dog cleaned it off their fingers.

All 4 of them cleaned up and them went back to Jays bedroom to the king size bed was and they got ready for bed. The girls put their panties back on and just a shirt and Jay slept in his boxers. They went to sleep cuddled together with Faith up close to Jay.

(To be continued…)

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Chapter 2 of Moving’s Not So Bad. Jen goes to her new school, and enjoys it very much!! Contains young/Incest.

[u]Part 1 [/u]
Milk with Breakfast.

Jen woke up to the sweet smell of jizz. she had grown accustomed to doing so over her four day weekend. The family had arrived on Friday, when they’d first all fucked together for the first time. Over the weekend the family had done nothing but fucked more.

It had taken a day or to for Jen to finally be enrolled at what would be her new school. It was called The Callum Underwood Middle School. Jen hadn’t picked up on it right away, but laughed when she noticed it was The C.U.M School

Jen was a little nervous about joining a new school. It wasn’t so much making friends the issue, but weather she’d be considered eligible for a fuck from some of the boys, and the girs for that matter.

Jen had grown hornier and hornier over the weekend. At 14 all she ever wanted to do was fuck, fuck and fuck. Since her mother and her had had sex she was open to the lesbian thing too now, she figured.

She got out of bed naked, and noticed her pussy had a little bit of hair growing around it. Jen normally had a shaven pussy, but the idea of a bit of hair made her feel a bit sexy. She decided to shave it into a thin landing strip leading down to her clit.

As she glided the razor of her pussy lips to finalize her strip, she started getting a little horny. She thought it would be funny to stick the razor handle in her pussy and walk downstairs, pretending not to know it was there.

Jen let out a little gasp as she slid the razor in her pussy, and pumped it in and out a few times. A little bit of pussy juice dripped out as she did so.

Jen went downstairs to find her mother naked, making breakfast.
‘Morning’ Jen said, walking towards her hot mother, staring at her perfect ass. It made Jen so horny seeing her mum naked.

‘Morning sweetie’ Her mum said, kissing Jen on the lips. Haley pulled her daughter in and twirled her tongue around her daughters. They kissed passionately for about 5 seconds before Haley broke away and looked down at her daughters pussy.

Haley laughed and Jen giggled.
‘I like the pussy hair,’ Haley said, ‘Not too sure about your dads razor sticking outta your cunt though!’ she said as Dave walked in

‘My razor where?’ He asked, as Jen hastily pulled it out.
‘Nowhere!’ she said quickly and they all laughed.

‘I’m a little nervous about school today’ Jen admitted. ‘What if they think I’m ugly or something?’ she said. Dave laughed and stepped up to his daughter.

‘Jen baby, you’re the hottest 14 year old girl I know hun. really. you wouldn’t believe how horny it gets me to say that I officially fucked you. A lot’ Dave laughed.

‘Really dad?’ Jen asked, stepping up to her hot dad. She could feel her dads semi erection gently twitching against her wet young pussy. Her dad smiled and kissed her on the mouth. Hard and ruthlessly, turning Jen on so much.

Jen started to rub her pussy, feeling her juices run over her fingers. She loved the taste of her dads mouth as she swirled her tongue around his and exchanged her saliva with her father.

Jen grabbed her fathers now thick cock and began to softly stroke it as she kissed him hard. She broke away from her dads mouth and knelt down inf ront of him

Dave begane to moan in pleasure as his daughter stroked his cock, admiring its size. He felt another hand grasp and looked down to see his wife smiling at Jen as she got in on the action.

The two girls stroked Dave’s cock for a bit, before both suddenly going for it with their wanting mouths. Jen started kissing and licking the shaft of her dads cock, wrapping her tongue around his thickness.

Haley went for the tip of his raging cock. she sucked as much of his 9” in as she could, whilst her tongue danced and swirled around the tip. The two girls carried on, switching positions and kissing at intervals, sharing daves pre-cum

Dave was in total ecstasy as his wife and daughter spat, licked, kissed and sucked on his cock. he let out groans of pleasure as he placeed a hand on the back of each woman’s head.

Haley was still sucking away at as much of her husbands cock she could get in her wanting mouth. She took a deep breath before plunging her head down his shaft until it hit the back of her throat.

Haley gagged up spit all over Dave’s cock, and he groaned in pleasure at it. Haley kept sucking at the tip of her husbands cock as Jen spat all over it. The taboo of his daughter and wife both sucking him off casually at breakfast nearly sent him over the edge

Jen worked her tongue and hand up and down her dad’s thick shaft, loving the feel and taste of it. She slammed her hand up and down on her dad’s cock ’till he groaned hard.

‘Oh fuck, I’m going to cum!’ Dave yelled as his wife’s slippery wet tongue circled and licked the tip of his cock and his daughter wanked him off hard and fast.

Both woman reverted to stroking Dave’s cock hard and fast until he came. He took over from there, as the two sluts kneeled in front of him of him with their mouths open.

The two hungry bitches got what they wanted as Dave shot his load all over the girls’ tits and in their wanting mouth. Dave groaned as her finished
‘Fuck!!’

Mother and daughter looked at one another and kissed. They pushed softly at first, then harder as they’re tongues danced. Dave looked on as the two woman spat his jizz into each others mouths.

Haley licked the cum off her daughters tits and Jen moaned in pleasure. Daughter then gave mother the same treatment, each of them loving the sweet smells and tastes of the jizz layed out before them on a pair of glimmering tits.

The sluts kissed the rest of the cum between them, Jen loving the feel of it on her mothers tongue. They kissed it around until all was gone.

Haley and Jen stood up and kissed Dave together.

‘I like Milk with breakfast’ Jen said as she ate her toast quickly.

Part 2
Fun On The Bus

Jen kissed her mum and dad goodbye, failing to resist fondling her mums tits and gently stroking her dad’s balls.

Jen walekd out into the street totally naked. She loved it!! Feeling so free and alive. She walked a short distance to the bus stop, noticing a few other naked strollers on the way.

The sun was out and it was warm, so Jen wasn’t cold as she arrived the bus stop. NudeVille was a fairly small town, but the bus still had three stops on it’s circle from Callum Underwood Middle school.

She was incredibly turned on by the 50-60 naked kids waiting at the bus stop. Jen realized there really was no shame in this town as she witnessed one or two kids fucking, and two girls involved in a threesome.

She noticed a circle of very cute looking girls and fit boys standing and talking. She figured they were the cool group and although she wouldn’t have turned down a fucking from basically anybody at the bus stop, she thought she’d enjoy them the most.

Jen was about to introduce herself when the bus pulled up. She got on and sat nearer the back where the Cool Group soon joined her.

Jen noticed one guy, tall with short brown hair and a muscular chest. What really got her attention though was his huge cock. It was easily 9”, if not 10”. Jen got so wet looking at it. He looked at her and smiled as Jen spread her legs, exposing her dripping pussy.

The huge cock sat itself down a couple of seats infront the five seats at the back where Jen was. A couple of girls sat either side of her.

‘Hey’ one of them said, ‘welcome to the neighbourhood. I take it your not a virgin?’ She said as her freind started fingering herself.

‘Nah, I love fucking’ Jen said loudly, spreading her legs to expose her amazing pussy. She had let a little bit of pubic hair grow and she loved how sexy it made her feel.

The huge cock boy pricked up (Literally) at the mention of a girl who loved to fuck. He looked over at Jen and became really hard as she bit her lower lip and spread her pussy lops open.

The sight of the boys huge dick was making her wet and her juices dribbled onto the bus seat.

‘That’s Fred’ The girl sitting next to her said. ‘My names Jess by the way’ Jess continued.

Nice to meat you. Might I say you’re very fucking stunning. I’d love to eat you out sometime!’ Jen replied. She felt so free and liberal being able to say such things to a girl she’d only just met.

‘And you!’ Jess said, before calling Fred over. Fred came walking over. He was about 6ft tall and his huge cock swayed side to side as he walked over.

‘Nice to meat you. I heard you saying earlier you were a massive slut.’ Fred said, looming over Jen.

‘I am indeed.’ Jen said, spreading her legs as wide as she could. Jess was looking lustfully at it, and couldn’t resist brushing Jen’s inner thighs with her fingers.

Jen got very wet at the soft touch of Jess fingers and dribbled more Juice over Jess’ fingers. Jen looked over and saw a puddle forming at Jess’ pussy.

‘Jess,GET IN THE MIDDLE SEAT NOW YOU FILTHY SLUT!’ Fred suddenly screamed as he grabbed Jen and pulled her up and into a passionate kiss. Jen was taken by suprise but soon found herself kissing back.

The two exchanged saliva as their tongues battled for dominance. Jess laughed she moved over to the middle isle seat and spread her legs.

Jess’ friend knelt before Jess and stared hungrily at her dripping hot cunt. Jess’ Friend licked her lips before diving in and smothering Jess’ slit with her whole face.

‘YES! OH FUCK TRACEY DON’T FUCKING STOP!’ Jess screamed as sexual pleasure consumed her whole being. ‘OH FUCK ME!!!’ She screamed as Tracey burrowed her tongue deep into her friends pussy.

Fred suddenly pushed Jen down onto her back in the isle. Jen pulled down on Tracy’s arse and pulled her hot wet cunt onto her face.

Tracy moaned into Jess’ pussy as Jen flicked her tongue over the 15 year old’s clit. Jen loved the sweet taste and smell of the other girls pussy.

Jen gasped as Fred began to enter her pussy. Jen had a few big didlos she often used, but having a real 10” cock sliding into her tight pussy filled her with pleasure like she had never felt before!

Jen pushed herself onto the monster, loving the pain and pleasure brought on by it. Fred started to grunt as he slowly pumped into Jen’s pussy. Jens young steamy cunt took it in willingly.

‘Yeah, fuck me like a slut! FUCK ME LIKE A SLUT!!!!’ Jen screamed into Tracey’s pussy. Tracy was frantically kissing, licking and fingering her friends cunt.

Jess began to shudder and moan louder as Tracey picked up the pace on her sopping wet pussy. ‘YES! OHHHH FUCK ME!! FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME!!!!!!!!!!! OHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! FUUUUUCCKK!!! I’M GONNA FUCKING CUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUMMM!’ Jess screamed as she grinded her exploding pussy on her friends face, squiring cum all over her.

Having Jess’ cum splashed all over her face sent Tracey over the edge and Tracey came hard. flooding Jen’s friends face with her sweet pussy juice. ‘OOHH FUCK!!!!!!’ Tracey screamed as she ground her cunt all over herJess’ mouth.

Jess Sucked up the cum like it was gold dust, loving the taste of it in her mouth. Jess leaned down and tongued Tracy, tasting her cum in her friends mouth made her sooo horny.

Jen continued to suck on Tracy’s clit as she moaned in pleasure. Jen inserted three fingers into her lovers tight cunt, finding her G-spot and rubbing hard and fast.

Jen was loving the feel of Fred’s huge cock pounding in and out of her pussy as she licked away at Tracy’s.
‘OOOHHHH! FUCK! YOU LITTLE FUCKING WHORE!!!! I’M GONNA FUCK YOU LIKE THE SLUT YOU ARE!’ Fred screamed as her picked up the pace, pounding into Jen’s pussy.

The harder Fred pounded Jen the harder she fingered Tracy. Tracy moaned and shouted in pleasure until she was about to come.

‘FUUUUUCKKK! I’M FUCKING CUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMIIIINNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGG!’ Tracy screamed as she gushed cum all over Jen.

Taking in the waterfall of jizz from Tracy’s cunt as waves of pleasure surged all through her sent her over the edge.

‘FUUUUCKKKK! FRED I’M FUCKING CUMMMMMING!!! FUCK ME HARD!!! ARGH FUCK ME LIKE A SLUT!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK!’ Jen screamed as Fred pounded her sopping cunt.

Jen flooded Fred’s huge cock with her juice, dripping it all over him and the floor as she closed her eyes and embraced the amazing feeling of Fred inside her whilst she came all over him. Total ecstasy over came Jen’s horny body, as she trembled in dirty pleasure.

Fred announced her was going to cum too, but didn’t know if Jen was on birth controll. He pulled out and Jen knelt in front of his cock. Tracy, Jess and three other fit girls on the bus came over to help.

everyone on the bus had got very horny watching the new girl get fucked and had all started fucking amongst each other Kids as young as 9 and 10 had been going at it in three ways, foursomes and even more. Most were done by now, but a couple of people were still going strong.

The 5 girls Shared Fred’s cock between, kissing over his shaft and sucking on his bellend and balls. He came hard over all them, grunting as all 5 girls looked innocently and lustily up at his huge cock. String after string after string of his hot cum fired over the girls’ faces, tits and bodies.

Between them they shared it all out, licking it off eachothers tits and kissing it between them. By the time everyone was satisfied (But not necessarily clean) The bus had reached the School.

Part 3 (final part)
First Morning at C.U.M School

Jen got off the bus holding hands with Fred. He was so fit, and Jen couldn’t believe he’d gone straight for a girl like her. Jen kissed Tracy and Jen passionatly goodbye as they headed off to morning registration. She also kissed the other three girls who had aided in finishing off Fred on the bus. They were called Annie, Hannah and Ellie.

Fred walked Jen over to reception, where the young receptionist was lost in a porn video being played on a big projector screen. The receptionist was stunning, with smallish but perky tits and a tight bald cunt. Jen got wet all over again seeing the receptionist finger herself.

Fred told Jen they might have to wait a coulple of minuets, so he sat down in one of the leather chairs. Jen went over and straddled him, making his limp cock stand upright again pretty quickly.

Jen groaned and so did Fred as Jen lowered herself onto Fred’s cock. She slowly lifted her self up and then controlled her descent, making Fred shudder in pleasure.

‘I forgot to tell you, you’re unbelievably fit by the way’ Jen said as she squeezed her young tits.

‘haha, thanks. You’re pretty stunning aswel’ Fred laughed. Jen blushed a bit, then realised she was being silly. Here she was slowly and casually fucking this boy, and at the same time getting embarrassed when a compliment came her way.

Jen looked around as the receptionist gasped and pounded a long, thick dildo into her pussy. She fucked herslef hard and fast, and let out a plesurable screem as she held the dildo in her mouth and furiously rubbed her clit. Her wet pussy epxloded in cum, squirting as far as Jen and Fred on the other side of the roughly seven meter room.

Jen loved the feeling of the woman’s cum squirting on her tits slightly from meters away. Jen turned around and pushed her tits up against Fred’s face. Her took one tit in his mouth and sucked it dry, before going to work on the other one.

Jen moaned in pleasure and shut her eyes as she started to bounce up and down on Fred’s cock as he sucked her hard nipples. Jen was just getting into a steady rhythm on Fred, her arse slapping against his muscular thighs as she rode his beast.

Just as Jen was really starting to feel pleasure, the receptionst sat up straight and asked

‘Can I help you two?’

Fred stopped sucking Jen’s tits and opened his eyes.

‘Urm, yeah, you can. This is Jen, she’s new here and needs her induction meeting with the Head Mistress.’ Fred said, lifting Jen off his cock. He was annoyed at the receptionist’s timing, as he thought he could probably have gone with Jen again.

Jen climbed off Fred and stood at the sexy receptionists desk.

‘Sorry, I don’t know where the head’s office is?’ Jen asked. The receptionist smiled as she stood up. She leant of the desk and pulled Jen into a passionate lesbian kiss, sending waves of surprise, then pleasure through Jen.

‘Welcome to Cum School’ the receptionist said. ‘The head’s office is just out into the corridor, third door on the left.

Jen thanked the woman and gave her a quick kiss goodbye. Jen then went over to Fred and kissed him goodbye, swirling her tounge around his mouth before bending down and giving (Not so) Little Fred a kiss goodbye too.

Jen found her way to the heads office easily. She knocked on the door, and a sweet voice told her to come in.
She opened to door and was taken aback.

A sexy 32 year old woman with long blonde hair and 32DD tits stood in the middle of the room. Surrounding her was a bed, a sofa, a desk, three long tables lined with whips, chains, leather ware, dildos, bondage equipment, whipped cream, chocolate source and just about any sex toy or accessory you could possibly imagine.

‘You are going to fuck me in as many ways as possible, making cum all over your fucking tits and pussy before the start of first lesson, understand!?’ the woman shouted.

Jen smiled,

‘Good, because I am fucking honry!’ Jen shouted back, slamming the door.

Hope you enjoyed the story!! Wasn’t really sure where to go next with it so I left it with literally every possibilty, let me know what you want! Please leave comments on what you thought I could improve on, or anything you’d like to see in my next chapter!!

I fingered myself so hard to this story!!! Squirted for the first time 😀

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Masturbation material, part 2, Katie and Alisa are back at it, after their sexy camping trip, Katie’s parent’s go out for the weekend and Katie has Alisa over for the night…

It was a few days after the camping trip, Katie wanted to have me over to swim. Her parents were out of town for the weekend. I went over Friday night, her house was beautiful, they had a big in-ground pool and hot tub. When I got there, Katie was wearing a short skirt and a short shirt that exposed some of her stomach. She looked real sexy and hot… I greeted her with a hug, and we talked about the camping trip a bit. She said she wanted to go in the hot tub with me tonight… I was so turned on. I asked her where I could change, she said in her room with her…

We were walking up the stairs to her room and I saw up her short skirt because I was behind her going up the stairs, she wasn’t wearing underwear… OMG, I wanted to lick her pussy already. When we got to her room, we started slowly getting undressed, you could feel the sexual tension. The energy in the room was sexual, hardcore.

Katie pulled her skirt down and I took up my tights, I took off my underwear and then Katie took off her shirt and I did too, we were both naked now… We looked each other in the eye and smiled and got our bathing suits on… Katie got some red wine in fancy glasses for us to drink in the hot tub… we went in the backyard, and slowly got in the hot tub, we were sitting across from each other and her wet skin looked so smooth and sexy, she said “come next to me silly” jokingly, so I went across and sat next to her. The warm water and the jets shooting at my back and near my ass, felt so good.. I could feel the bubbles and water flowing through my crotch and the bubbles tickled my pussy. I put my wine glass down on a table next to the hot tub and got really close to Katie, she wrapped her arm around me and I put my hand on her back and another hand on her thigh under the water… Katie moved my hand up her thigh to her pussy, I started rubbing her pussy through her swimsuit, she started to make pleasure sounds. “I love you touching my pussy”… She pulled down her swimsuit and asked me to stick a finger up there, I slowly went in and out she just went “mmmm fuck yeah”, I fingered her for a bit and then stopped, she said she wanted to go inside to her parent’s room, so we went inside the house after drying off a bit. We went up the stairs to the master bedroom. She had no bottom on of her swimsuit, I loved just looking at her clean shaven pussy…

We got in her parent’s bed and started to cuddle and I put my hand on her pussy, I didn’t rub or move it, I just was cupping her pussy as we cuddled and kissed a bit. The room was dim lit, and there was a walk-in shower, I wanted to shower together again, like we did on the trip. But she had another plan, she wanted to fuck me with a strap-on, she put it on and told me to get naked, I did, and she slowly put in the dildo, my pussy is tight, and this dildo was rather big, so it was a tight squeeze. She went in and out, and then leaned forward and kissed me as she fucked me with the dildo, she played with my perked up nipples and fucked me real slow and sexy. I grabbed her tits and played with her nipples. I was about to climax, omg, the big dildo in my tight pussy as Katie’s sexy tits were swaying forward and back again as she fucked me was so hot, I got loud and climaxed… “Ohhh, aww, fuck yeah”. She took off the strap-on and we kissed a bit and laid next to each other. I asked her if she wanted to shower, she said, “yes” in a soft voice.

We got up out of bed, and walked to the bathroom, we were already naked, she was holding my hand as she waited for the water to get warm, when the water was the right heat, we both got in, we just hugged with the warm water raining down on our sexy bodies. Our hair was all wet and running down along our tits. We just said we loved this time we were spending with each other and started kissing…

I wanted her to soap up my nipples and stimulate them, she got the head and shoulders, and dripped a tiny bit on each nipple, and started to rub it in, they were pointed out as she rubbed them, I loved this. Then I asked her to go down on me, so I laid on the shower floor and opened up my legs, she started to lick my clit slowly, in circles and up and down… I loved playing with my nipples with the head and shoulders on them and the water trickling down on us keeping us warm as we got sexual. She fingered me and licked my pussy, I then said to Katie, “You fucked me and made me climax, now it’s your turn…” She said “ok” sexually. So we got out of the shower and dried off, I got the strap on, on and Katie laid her hot naked body on the bed with her legs spread ready to take the fake dick dildo I was about to insert in her sexy pussy…

She held her legs back with her hands and I fucked her with the dildo, it pleasured me too at the same time. I fucked her slow at first and got faster and faster, she seemed to like it, she was moaning in pleasure… she got closer to climax after a while and I fucked her faster. “Yeah, you like that bitch” I said, “she said “yes, please, more baby!”She came and that was it… I plopped down next to her and took the strap-on off. We cuddled in bed and eventually we fell asleep with our naked bodies cuddling next to each other…

I woke up to the smell of pancakes and eggs and bacon. Katie made breakfast for us. She was wearing a night gown and I just had my swimsuit back on. We ate breakfast, it was delicious… Katie wanted to watch a movie in their home theater, so we cuddled on the couch and watched a movie, we kissed and talked through most of it. I told her I had to go home in a bit, so later on I went home… I missed her as soon as I was home…

OMG, I wanted to lick her clit and finger her and fuck her, and kiss… I just wanted to be with her more. I put on lesbian porn when I got home, I was rubbing my pussy and laying in bed just watching sexy porn videos, and thinking about Katie, I wanted to do everything with her… mmmm, I couldn’t wait for more, more, more, pussy and sexy times with Katie…

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Nicole’s trial period with Annabelle on the farm begins with pleasure but Saturday morning puts Nicole on display in a field of corn watching some of the work in the field.

This is a new story about two sisters who discover their new found love for each other after one goes through a painful breakup. I hope you enjoy!

“That will be 10.99” said the cashier at the 24 hour store as she handed me my new journal.

“Thank you and have a nice night.” I responded. I waited at the bus stop, hopped on the bus, and headed home trying not to freak out about what had happened earlier that night.

The bus dropped me off and I walked up the concrete steps to my family’s house, turned my key, and walked inside. I got up to me and my sisters room and there my sister was, sound asleep and cuter than ever. I know that’s a weird thing to say about my sister but you’ll see why I said it soon.

I put on my dim desk lamp, got out my new journal and a pen, and then began to write.

“3/11/16- Dear Diary, today I fell in love with my sister.”

Let me explain. I am Chloe and I’m 5’8” with long brown hair and brown eyes. I have C cups and I am pretty slim and have an athletic build. I play volleyball at school and I only have one sibling who is my younger sister Sophie, who is two years younger than me.

“I have always thought about her as my best friend and of course my sister, nothing more even though I’m bisexual. We stay in the same room, we share a bathroom, and change in front of one another and it never changed me… until tonight.

Our parents were out of town for a couple days so when Sophie went out with her boyfriend, Dylan, I went on a date with my girlfriend Allison. We had dinner and then I drove her home. I got home late and thought Sophie would be home but she wasn’t.

I went up to our room and waited and waited and waited and still no Sophie. I was about to text her until I heard the front door open. I heard footsteps up the stairs and when the door to our bedroom opened I ran to my crying sister because I knew what had happened.

“Dylan broke my heart tonight!” she said sobbing in my arms.

It was a 9 month relationship so I understood why she was so sad and broken up about it.

“What happened?” I asked as I sat us down on my bed.

“Well, we had dinner and then watched a movie and everything was going very well. Then I gave him my virginity.”

That’s when it happened. I got a little turned on thinking about my little sister having sex. I don’t know why since I was the one who taught her how to masturbate. Well, sort of. She caught me but I never told her because I was kind of thinking about her but I know she saw me. I saw her in the shower trying to do what I was doing so I know she knows how but that’s a story for a later time.

When I looked into her beautiful blue eyes, something awakened inside of me and I felt attracted to her, my own little sister. Then, the feelings faded… or did they I thought.

“After that, he dumped me, told me to leave and then I had to take a taxi home in the middle of the night.”

She went back to sobbing in my arms. I felt so bad for her to have to go through all of that.

“That dick! I’ll beat him up for you sis don’t worry. He’ll be sorry he dumped you after I’m done with him.” I said.

“No it’s ok. You’re lucky sis. I bet a girl would never break my heart. I wish I was like you.”

“You sure? Girls have broken my heart too but boys are the worst. They have sex with you and then dump you.”

“You’re right sis! I’m done with boys for now.” She said.

“Yeah me too!” I said to her as we both giggled.

The feelings came back stronger as she hugged me again. Feeling her warm body pressing against me and her tits pressing against mine was driving me insane. How could I possibly have feelings for my own younger sister? This has never come up before. Why now after all this time?

“Can I sleep with you tonight sis? I want to feel held and loved.”

We have done it before when we were younger but she seemed pretty scared and shaken up so I said ok.

“Oh thank you so much sis. You’re the best sister anyone could ask for. Goodnight! Love you!”

“Love you too sis. Goodnight.”

I hope she meant it the same way I did when I said it back to her. She wanted to spoon and be held which made it the hardest night of my entire life. I couldn’t sleep knowing I was in love with my sister.

When she fell asleep, I got up to get this journal to write down all my feelings so they don’t build up inside of me and then just explode. I can’t believe I am in love with my younger sister.”

-Chloe

After that, I would have to write in my journal all day just to mask the feelings. Sophie would always ask me what I was writing and I just told her my thoughts about life and stuff. I didn’t tell her much more because she could never find out what I was really writing about.

But it kept getting worse as time progressed. I would always try to peek a look while she was changing. She had an amazing body. He had B cups, long blonde hair and was slightly shorter than me. She has a build like mine but didn’t play any sports, which I think is stupid considering she would be great at volleyball or running for school like I did.

I would also put on little shows while I got dressed and would always undress in front of her on purpose whenever I got the chance. I think at first she didn’t notice or care but when she started to notice I backed off a bit. I didn’t want her to know what it was an easy way to mask my feelings and drop hints.

Once, I almost broke up with Allison for my sister, but that would be just wrong and super harsh. Lucky for me, I didn’t have to break up with Allison because she did it for me the next day. I was happy and sad at the same time. Happy I could be with my sister and sad I couldn’t be with my sister. Conflicting emotions really suck!

After being single for only two days, I already wanted to tell Sophie. Feeling it was time, I wrote in my journal.

“3/28/16- Dear Diary, I am finally going to profess my love to my sister Sophie tomorrow. I can’t take it anymore. I’ve tried everything I can to mask my feelings but nothing is working. I think it’s time she knows the truth. I hope she feels the same way about me too. I need to tell her before she finds out herself.”

-Chloe

I put my journal on top of my dresser and forgot to take it to school so Sophie could never find it and read it. I went to school but it was way to hard to focus because of knowing what I was going to do. I tried to get out of volleyball practice so I would have time to prepare but we had a game next week so I had to stay.

As soon as practice was over I raced home. I ran up the steps and when I opened the door, I ran up stairs to our room and when I opened the door, I almost cried. Sophie had my journal in her hands and was reading it.

“Sophie! Please put that down so I…”

I was stopped by my sister walking over and putting her finger on my lips.

“Calm down sis. You want my answer?”

At first I was confused.

“Answer about what?” I asked.

“My feelings.” She responded.

“More than anything. Please tell…”

I was stopped by my sister kissing me and my heart filled with love. Her sweet and soft lips were literally pouring out love into my heart. I received her kiss and I was so happy I think I started to cry tears of pure joy. She broke the kiss.

“My answer is yes!”

Then we continued to kiss for hours.

“I love you Sophie.”

“I love you too Chloe.”

For the first time in forever, I know she meant it the same way I did.

End of Part 1

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