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A Mom and her barely-adult daughters are captured and enslaved.

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Ostnordia at War

Chapter 2 – Slaves to Lambykins

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I huddled in the wrecked shell of a fast-food place in the capitol with my two daughters, 18-year old Lena and 19-year-old Elsie. The flower shop and bank across the street hadn’t fared nearly as well, being pulverized by heavy artillery. Even the bank’s vault had been obliterated by a few direct hits.

With all the dust, soot, and dirt, it was hard to tell my daughters’ hair had been blonde; like mine was before all the death, destruction, and filth. Two of the restaurant’s walls and a third of the roof were still intact, and the stainless-steel sinks in the kitchen had collected the last night’s rain. At least we’d have water for a few days. When we found the place, all the food had been stolen or destroyed, other than a dozen two-kilo bags of uncooked French fries, which were starting to go bad.

The three of us ate a lot of the fries in the last two days. When we found them, we were thankful for our first food in nearly a week, but I wasn’t sure if we should risk eating them anymore. We were also getting very bored with just the uncooked potatoes. I opened a bag and took a sniff. The odor told me they were closer to being vodka than vegetables. I checked three more, with the same results. I reluctantly threw them across the street, to lure any animals away from us. I didn’t see anything new as I walked back to our hiding place in the doorless walk-in cooler.

My husband was recalled for Ostnordia Reserve Army duty a month earlier. A week after he left, our apartment building was set on fire by a rocket, and further bombardment destroyed most of the city. We hadn’t seen any other people since an enemy tank rolled through after the attack. I worried a lot about what we were going to do. Elsie injured her ankle when she stepped in a hole, and Lena and I were just plain malnourished and tired. I could help Elsie hobble a few blocks, but there was no way we would get far.

My girls were thin, far too thin. I counted in my head and realized we had only eaten five times in the last three weeks, other than the overabundance of fries. I looked at myself and saw I was a skeleton with skin. I weighed maybe 42 kilos, instead of what my husband called my “Fit and foxy 55”. I had scouted a five-block radius the day before, and the closest thing I found to food was a decaying dog on the cratered ruins of a street. I started crying in desperation. I tried to stay quiet so I wouldn’t wake the girls. I saw the inevitable. We were going to die, by starvation or some other way. I hoped they wouldn’t suffer much more.

I felt an urgent pressure in my lower abdomen, and ran to our bathroom spot half a block away. I barely made it there, and slid my pants and panties down, before a gush of disgusting liquid squirted from my butt. I saw what looked like tomato soup. NO! There was lots of blood in it! I double checked and made sure it wasn’t a period. It was blood and had definitely come from my bottom! I had cholera, or something like it. I cried intensely. NO! I couldn’t die and leave them all alone! My poor kids!

I heard a quiet rumbling noise which quickly got louder. I wiped myself with a sock. The foot the sock belonged to was probably buried in the demolished building somewhere. The rumbling got very loud, as I ran back to my girls. As I turned the corner, I saw what my husband once told me was a troop carrier. It looked a lot like a tank, but the gun on top wasn’t as big. I saw it stop and a moment later a ramp dropped down from the rear of the massive vehicle.

Two soldiers walked out the back and two more climbed out the top near the front. I didn’t recognize the uniforms. The camouflage pattern was odd, mostly gray and black splotches, with a few small bits of bright green. I didn’t think they were with the Ostnordia military, or any of our enemies. They wore helmets with gas masks, heavy duty boots, and black gloves. They almost looked robotic, instead of human. I thought it was odd that only one of the four carried a long gun, and the others had pistols. One had a sword!

I wondered, ‘A sword? Didn’t armies stop using those a century ago?’

The one with the sword used it to poke a bag of the rotten fries, then returned to looking around. I peeked around the corner of a wall and saw two of them moving toward the girls! Hopefully they would stay still and remain hidden. I bit a finger, silently praying they wouldn’t be found.

A soldier was carrying Elsie over his shoulder as she yelled, “HELP! MOMMA! HELP!”

The other one led Lena by the hand! I lost my mind a moment and ran toward them. “NO! NO! DON’T YOU HURT MY KIDS!”

One near the vehicle pointed a pistol at me, yelling, “STOP! HANDS UP!” I grabbed a piece of wood and ran toward him, planning to club him across the face.

I felt a searing pain in my belly as he shot me! I fell to the ground, crying and expecting to die. The pain quickly faded, and the soldier pulled a dart and thin wire from my stomach, once he bound my hands with plastic ties. They sat us on the ground by one of the vehicle’s tracks.

From the one carrying a sword, a very distorted but loud voice asked; “Who are you?”

I coughed a little and replied, “Helga, Helga Garrensen. Please don’t hurt my kids?”

“Why are you here?”

It sounded like a very stupid question. “We used to live over there.” I nodded toward the ruins of the apartment building.

She took off her gas mask and helmet and rested a hand on the sword handle. She looked about 30, ten years younger than I. She had curly red hair and deep brown eyes. I thought her face was pretty, with a small nose and shiny pink lip gloss. I noticed her makeup was done very well. I could never get the corners of my eyes quite right, but hers were perfect. I was surprised, since I thought soldiers weren’t allowed to wear makeup. I was curious why she would even want to.

She led me inside the vehicle and closed the doors. In a much more natural voice than before, she offered; “I have a deal for you.” She held out two plastic pouches, military meals. “The three of you look like you’re hungry, and your daughter hurt her leg. Please don’t be shocked when I ask this. Will you lick my pussy for a meal and a trip to a medic?” She set them down and put a hand on her belt buckle.

I’d never been with a woman, and I’d never felt any desire to. But there was a sliver of hope now. We might survive! The idea of touching another woman in a sexual way disgusted me, but I’d do it to save my kids. I felt the blood rush to my cheeks, as I nodded. I croaked, “Ok.”

She cut the ties on my hands and dropped her pants. “Have a seat and get busy.” She slid her panties down, and I saw another female’s private parts for the first time since I changed my kids’ diapers, all those years ago. Her vulva had a slight aroma like vinegar and fish, similar to mine. With my mouth one hand away from her feminine orifice, I rested my fingers on each of her upper thighs and paused. I wasn’t sure what to do, and I really didn’t want to. She chuckled and playfully said, “It’s not going to bite you. Relax, and have a taste.”

I reluctantly stuck my tongue out and licked from the bottom of her slit to the top. I didn’t enjoy the flavor, but it wasn’t as terrible as I expected. I felt my stomach turn a bit, as I thought about what I was doing. It was a sin and seemed very unnatural. Before the war, I never would have imagined I’d sell my dignity and self-respect, for just some food and a ride. I really had no choice.

She gently lifted my chin and looked in my eyes. “It’ll be easier if I show you how good it feels. Stand up and let me undress you.” She smiled as I stood, then unbuttoned my shirt. She squeezed my flaccid, saggy breasts through my bra, and said, “Those have seen better days, but some food will help.” She passed me a cookie, and I stuffed the whole thing in my mouth. SUGAR! CHOCOLATE! YES!

“Hold the rail there, so you can keep your balance.”

I closed my eyes and imagined it was my husband sliding my pants down, then my underwear. I felt his … actually her … hands on my hips. He’d never been so gentle or patient. Usually, he shoved my legs apart and just stuffed himself in. This was kinder and more relaxed. The soft hands slid up and down the inside of my thighs, caressing them. Fingers tickled the lower part of my belly, then moved down, and tickled around my outer labia.

Gently, two fingers pulled me open, and a tongue slowly licked my inner lips. My husband would have been half-done by now, grunting as he thrust into me, but I was only beginning to get aroused. I felt a tickle in my nipples.

After another minute or two, my body was betraying me by responding to her slippery, light touch. I felt something nice slide into me, as her rough tongue massaged me just below my clit. A second finger slipped in, not quite filling me, but giving a pleasant, rubbing pressure on the inside of my vagina. As her tongue slowly slid up my clit, I moaned involuntarily; “Mmmmm. Yeah.”

My husband would have cum about then. He would have rolled off me, leaving me to finish myself if I wanted a climax. He liked watching me masturbate, but I hated that he didn’t want to help, and didn’t seem to care if I got off or not.

I did miss his dick. It wasn’t too impressive, but it was a dick. Somehow, in a strange way, her mouth felt much better. Another finger lightly tickled my asshole, as the pressure of the tongue licking my clit slowly increased. I was close, SO CLOSE! “Oooh! Yeah!”.

The fingers moved in and out of me, faster and faster, as the tongue pushed on my button. I exploded, as the tip of a finger went slightly into my anus. “UNGH! YU! YU! AH! EEEEEEE!” I felt liquid burst out, as I climaxed and my pelvis spasmed. I panted, struggling for oxygen. It was the best orgasm of my life, by far. I was terribly ashamed that a woman had given it to me.

As she stood, I wrapped my arms around her, then reflexively kissed her lips. I tasted my juice on her but didn’t care. I sucked her upper lip into my mouth, then her tongue. I practically screamed, “THANK YOU! That was amazing!” I glanced and saw her shirt was wet. “Sorry! So sorry!”

She asked, “Sorry about what? You squirted! That’s the strongest cum I’ve seen in a long time.”

“Squirted? I heard about that, but thought it was fake. It really felt like peeing.”

She chuckled a little and shook her head. “Two kids, but you haven’t had any good sex? That’s sad.”

She touched an earpiece in her ear, saying; “Affirmative. We’ll be underway in two minutes.”

I was disgusted, but my body felt better than it had in a very long time. I was terribly conflicted. I wanted more but was ashamed that I did.

She handed me my jeans and panties, saying; “Get dressed. Quick!”

As I was sliding them on, I saw the ramp tilt down. The girls were sitting in two of the soldiers’ laps, eating cookies as the men felt their bodies! They were molesting my kids!

The woman yelled, “Hostiles en route! Mount up and get us out of here!”

They helped the girls inside, then the big engine roared as the ramp closed. We held on for dear life, as the metal box on tracks rocked and bounced. It ponderously rolled over rubble, trees, and what sounded like a few cars.

It was terribly loud, roaring and clanking, rocking and bouncing, for what seemed like hours. The woman returned from the front and told us, “We’ll blow the bridge behind us, then we’re safe.”

We stopped for several minutes, then started moving again. We heard a tremendous “BANG!”. After maybe an hour, we stopped again. The ramp lowered and the redhead told me and the soldiers, “A chopper will bring us fuel in two hours. The sun’s setting, and we’re concealed in the woods. No hostiles for thirty clicks. Let’s get back to what we were doing.”

I restrained myself, as the three soldiers carried my girls outside. Instead of screaming obscenities, like I wanted to, I pleaded; “My kids are good girls, virgins! Don’t hurt them! Please?” They were 18 and 19, but ‘kids’ to me.

One of them smiled as he said, “Don’t worry. They’ll do a better job if they feel good too.” He pressed a button and the ramp closed again.

As she stripped the woman told me, “They might get a mouthful of cream, and their little boobs and butts kissed, but my band of merry perverts won’t hurt them. Speaking of kissing, you need to finish something.”

She licked her lips, then mine. As she unbuttoned my fly, she looked in my eyes, saying; “Just lay down, and do what I do.”

My husband was a sergeant. I noticed the double yellow bars on her jacket as she set it on the floor. I asked, “Captain’s bars? You’re a captain?”

She sounded annoyed as she sighed. “At least until we get back. Now lay down and get licking.”

She laid on top of me, kissing my thighs, with her pussy almost touching my mouth. I kissed, licked, and sucked her, in time with her motions. I didn’t mind the taste or smell so much, and she was bringing joy to everything between my navel and my knees. I was close to another orgasm, as hers began. Her hips bucked and rocked, and she firmly rubbed her clit on my chin. “AH! AH! YEAH! UUUUUGGGGHHH!”

As soon as she finished, she went back to licking me, and stuffed in two fingers. I quickly climaxed again but didn’t spray that time. Again, I felt great, but terribly ashamed. I slid my fingers in and out as I licked and sucked her. Before long, she had another climax. “UUUUR! Yeah!”

I was very hungry and thirsty. She must have read my mind. “Time for a drink and some dinner.” She pulled a six pack of beer from under a bench seat and handed me one. We had a few sips, and she passed me her beer too. She picked up a box of meal packs and motioned for me to follow her out the front. She quietly whispered, “Shhhh”, as we climbed out.

I saw one of the soldiers kissing Elsie’s lips, and another licking her breasts. She was fully nude, and the second man’s fingers were between her legs!

The third had Lena’s pants down, and she was sitting on his mouth!

Elsie cried out with her first-ever orgasm, “AAAIIIIEEEEE!”

A moment later, the captain loudly said; “Ten-hut!”

The three men all stood quickly.

She asked, “So, did they live up to whatever deal you made?”

In chorus, they roared; “Yes, Ma’am!”

“And are they still virgins?”

Again, “Yes, Ma’am!”

She glanced at me. “Happy?” I nodded.

“Good. Make dinner but keep the fire small. There’s probably nobody around, be we shouldn’t take chances.”

The girls and I filled our bellies, each eating as much as a soldier was supposed to have for two meals. They put out the fire and we looked at the stars, until we heard a chopper. A helicopter lowered a dozen jerry cans of fuel on a cable, and the redhead told us to get back in the troop carrier.

The girls and I climbed in the bulky vehicle and when refueling was finished we drove off again. We rocked and bounced along the countryside and it was still dark when we stopped again. The woman said, “Everybody got what they wanted from our deals, except the medic visit. I can tell the girl’s ankle is only sprained. She’ll be fine in a couple weeks. Is there anything else?”

“Can we get some food for tomorrow, please?”

She looked at the men, asking them; “Are blowjobs worth skipping breakfast?”

Again, in chorus; “Yes, Ma’am!”

I felt a rumbling in my intestines. “And… uh… about the medic… I ah…” I whispered my problem in her ear.

She yelled, “You WHAT? Why didn’t you TELL ME, before I had my face… Just a minute!”

She looked very angry. I saw her touch her earpiece again as she walked to the front. She came back after a few minutes and dug in a first aid bag. She took several pills from a bottle and put them in her shirt pocket. She handed the rest to me. “Take two right now, then one of these twice a day for five days.”

I struggled to find the right words to apologize. She leaned toward me, whispering; “And shut up about it!”

I felt another rumble down below and exclaimed, “Bathroom! I need to go to the bathroom!”

She handed me a folding shovel and a packet of toilet paper. Precious toilet paper! I hadn’t seen any in nearly a month! As I ran to a cluster of trees I yelled, “Thank you!” I cleaned up and walked back, after pooping out what felt like a mid-sized pond. As I saw her running in my direction, she held out her hand. “Shovel! I need it!” She ran to the clump of trees and stayed there quite a while.

When I got back to the vehicle my girls and all three men were smiling a lot. I heard the end of Elsie’s sentence. “… tastes great! I’d love to, if you want some more?”

As I saw a soldier zipping his pants, I realized what she meant.

I quickly asked, “Did all three of you …” They grinned as they nodded.

Elsie smiled proudly, saying; “Lena doesn’t like it, but I LOVE how it tastes! I can’t wait for more!”

I held her ear and pulled a little, saying; “Yes, you CAN wait. And you WILL.”

I watched the Captain slowly walk back, talking with her earpiece.

She casually asked, “You three are citizens of Ostnordia, right?”

“Yes. And?”

She shouted, “Bind them!” as she rapidly threw plastic ties on me again.

As I saw two men do the same with my girls, I demanded; “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

They dragged us up the ramp. The captain laughed as she said, “As of two hours ago, Ostnordia doesn’t exist. Since there’s no government to pay us anymore, you three belong to me. Any other civilians we find are property of the company.”

A soldier fastened our ankles to a rail under the bench seats as she continued, “I should get a lot. Virgins are in high demand, and you’re a pretty good fuck.” She stroked my hair and I noticed a menacing tone in her voice as she said, “Enjoy the ride, slaves.”

Later she talked to her earpiece, “But why there? That’s over twenty clicks and the other one is only five.” She pressed a button and yelled “DAMMIT! FUCK! SHIT!” then touched the earpiece again; “Affirmative. We’re on the way, ETA thirty minutes. Over and out.” She touched the button again. “Motherfucker! He’s there! Fucking dammit!”

I wondered out loud, “What’s wrong?”

She held her hand up and made a fist. Instead of hitting me, she screamed; “SHUT UP!”

When we finally got to our destination, she climbed out the front and one of the soldiers led each of us down the rear ramp by our bound wrists. The area looked like a severely damaged airport.

Three other soldiers stood by the back of a large truck, only a few steps away. The Captain said, “Get them in the truck. Hurry up! Load everything and go, before he gets here!”

The men helped me and my girls into the back, then carried boxes and bags of items from the troop carrier to the back of the truck, two men to a box or bag. From their grunting and groaning, I could tell a lot of it was very heavy, but the packages weren’t large.

In the distance, we saw a white limousine approaching. She screamed, “NO! MOTH! ER! FUCK! ER!” She kicked the carrier’s track repeatedly and hurt her foot. “AAAGGHH! OWWW! FUCK! FUCK!”

Two men were carrying another heavy box as the limousine pulled up. She shouted, “Ten-hut!” The soldiers dropped the box and I saw gold coins scatter as it hit the ground!

A white-haired man wearing a nice suit climbed out of the limo. He looked remarkably fit, for around 70. Since she was so upset about seeing him, I thought he must be very dangerous.

He quickly walked over to her, with a big smile on his face. “Sweetie! I’m so very happy to see you! I can’t wait to hug my little Lambykins again! I love you so much! Give Gramps a kiss!” He held out his arms.

As we heard the extremely childish nickname “Lambykins”, all six soldiers snorted, obviously trying to stifle their laughter.

Her face was five shades of red, as she kissed him on the cheek and gently refused the hug.

His expression changed from happy to disappointed. He asked, “Aren’t you going to introduce me, Lambykins?

“Prisoners, this is VP of Operations, and my grandfather, Klaus Von Feldenheimer.”

“And what are their names, Vireena?”

I wondered why I had never asked her name. I mused, “The scary mercenary Captain Vireena Von Feldenheimer, AKA Lambykins.” I tried but couldn’t fully stop a chuckle.

She grabbed my hair roughly. “Well, tell him!”

“Helga Garrensen, and my daughters are Elsie and Lena.”

Klaus pointed to the gold on the ground. “I see you made it to the banks before they got there! Excellent! Excellent, indeed!” He kissed her cheek, making her blush again.

She took a slow step away from him as she replied, “Three of the four, one was destroyed.”

He smiled and walked forward to pat her shoulder. “Still, very well done. I have news about the position you wanted. They denied promoting you Major, but I see your great potential. I’m transferring you to the business side of the company, effective tomorrow morning. You’ll be our new Director of Slave Marketing. I’ll be your boss!”

She grimaced and looked like she had just swallowed a bug.

“Your office is beautiful! It’s right across the hall from my assistant. I even got you an apartment next to mine! We can see each other all the time, Lambykins!”

She pulled her hair with both hands, looked at the ground, and screamed again; “AAAAGGGHHHH!”

The old man looked at her. “Is everything all right?”

She gritted her teeth a moment. “I think I have a rock in my boot. I’ll be ok.”

When he climbed back into the huge car, Vireena kicked the metal track again, very hard.

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At their headquarters we had a great meal. There was freshly made bread, roast beef and potatoes, chicken and vegetable soup, sausage and sauerkraut, ice cream! We hadn’t eaten so well in a month!

After stuffing ourselves for the second time of the day, Vireena and two soldiers led us to the 9th floor and Klaus’ office.

‘Lambykins’ asked ‘Gramps’, “So what should I do with the prisoners?”

“That’s your job now. Any you caught before 6am are yours, any after that go on the company’s inventory. Figure something out, until you can sell them.”

As he was about to walk out, he asked; “How much for the two young ones, they’re kind of cute.”

I seethed with rage. He wanted to BUY MY CHILDREN!

Vireena suggested, “A quarter of the gold?”

He laughed loudly. “How about two percent? That’s probably half a million.”

“Eight percent?”

“Four, final offer.”

“Deal!” They shook hands.

“Be a sweet Lambykins for me and drop them off at my place on your way home.” He handed her two keyrings. “Yours is 1805, and I’m in 1803.”

She bit her tongue for several seconds. “Ok. See you tomorrow.”

“See you then, sweetie!”

One of the men chuckled as we walked to the elevator. She slapped the back of his head. “Is there something funny, Anders?”

He fearfully declared, “No, Ma’am! Never, Ma’am!”

I suppressed a chuckle of my own. As we walked in Klaus’ apartment, Vireena tossed a pack of cigarettes on the table. She picked up the TV remote and flipped through the channels, stopping on some gay porn.

She handed Elsie a bottle of red wine from a shelf, saying; “There’s a corkscrew in the kitchen. If you have glasses of wine and smoke cigarettes as he comes in, he’ll love you forever. Leave the TV alone, until he sees it.”

She pointed out the door lock to the girls. “If you want to leave and he’s not with you, good luck. There’s a ten-digit code before you can open it. If there’s a real emergency, put in 999 a bunch of times, and a guard will come open it. But if it’s a false alarm, you can bet he won’t be happy.”

As we left the girls waved. “Bye, mama! We love you!”

I had a tear at the corner of my eye, as I called to them from down the hall; “I love you too! Momma loves you!”

Vireena rolled her eyes and sat on the couch in her new living room. “They’re ten steps away. It’s not like it’s Mars, or anything.”

She offered me a cigarette as she put one between her lips. I hadn’t smoked since I got pregnant the first time, but I thought it might calm my nerves. I coughed with the first puff, then remembered why I used to like cigarettes.

I was curious. “So, does he really like gay porn and smoking?”

She laughed loudly, “He hates them! He’ll go nuts!”

“Does he hate drinking too?”

“Nope. He loves wine. That’s why he paid five thousand for that bottle.” She smiled as I laughed.

We relaxed awhile, finishing our cigarettes. I began to think about the future. “Are you going to throw me in jail or something, then sell me?”

Vireena answered, “The stingy bastard would never let me have a dog or cat when I was a kid, so you’re my pet now. I’ll treat you well if you keep using that wonderful mouth on me.”

I swallowed hard and reluctantly said, “Thank you.”

“So you know, I always sleep nude.”

“Sometimes I do too.”

“And I want my pet to sleep with her face between my legs until I forget about her LITERALLY, ACTUALLY, giving me POTTY MOUTH!”

I worked hard to suppress major laughter.

“CHOLERA! How could you? Get your mouth down there and pay for your mistake, pet!”

I was quite confused; feeling disgusted, aroused, afraid, and angry all at the same time. I was glad I could make her as happy as she made me earlier, but I hated that I was touching a woman as I did it. I was giving oral sex to the one who enslaved me and my children! The best sex I’d had with a man wasn’t half as good, but touching her pussy made my stomach turn. I loved and despised her at the same time. My mind was a mess.

I woke up in the middle of the night and she was snoring heavily. I saw her pistol sitting on the desk only three steps away, and the keys were next to it. I could kill her, take the keys, and rescue my girls. I debated in my head. Elsie had a bad ankle, and all three of us were still weak from malnourishment. I made my decision. I’d try it the next week.

In the morning, she 69’d with me until we came at nearly the same time. She made me feel so great that I forgot I hated her for a little while. She took me to work with her and had me sit under her desk and lick her as she ate her lunch. I admitted to myself that I was starting to like it.

On the way out of the office, she gave Klaus his spare keys. We stopped at the armory on the way home and she turned in her gun. The fearsome mercenary became an office worker, and I’d missed my chance to escape.

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Klaus sold my daughter Elsie to the company after a month, and she became the official office sex slave. She sucked off or screwed any of the men who worked on the 9th floor, and did oral for some of the women, too. Instead of her sleeping on a cot in the storage room as usual, on the weekends one of the managers would bring her home and share her with his wife and sons. Once I told her I was very sorry about what had happened to her. She said her life was great. Instead of being frustrated half the time while dating a boyfriend she was lucky enough to have twenty, and six girlfriends, too. I was ashamed to realize I had raised a wanton slut.

Lena did whatever “Gramps” wanted. She kept reassuring me that he was good to her, but seeing her with a man over triple her age disgusted me every time. They were happy enough to have a baby girl the month she turned 20, and two boys later.

I was Vireena’s pet until I learned to mostly love her. For our six-month anniversary together, she bought us a handsome eighteen-year-old boy. We treated Sven like our son, other than letting him join in when we had sex. I’d had my tubes tied long before, but Vireena and our ‘son’ had a daughter. Our baby was two months old when Vireena tore up my slave papers, cancelled my slave registration, and married me. I was a citizen again instead of a slave, but I didn’t want to leave anymore.

My girls and I endured and became parts of twisted but mostly happy families.

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The first anual Ms. Bred Beauty Pageant is under way and the world’s first futa is there to judge all the pregnant hotties!

The World’s First Futa – Futa’s Beauty Pageant

Chapter One: Futa’s First Naughty Pageant

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

April 17th, 2047

“Welcome back to our celebration of President Becky Woodward’s forty-eight birthday,” Adelia said as she sat beside me on the small couch. We were over an hour into our interview, streamed live across the internet to the world, and so much naughty fun had happened.

I still buzzed from fucking my young wife, Sharron, up the ass with my futa-cock before we took the last commercial break. My pregnant wife sat in a chair off-stage now, her face flushed, still half-dazed from her orgasmic high even after the two-minute-long pause for the advertisers.

Adelia, the caramel-skinned talk show host, glanced at me. “It is such an honor to have the world’s first futa in my studio today. I’m so glad you accepted my invitation to have this retrospective on your life.”

“It has been a wonderful time so far,” I said. A laugh rippled out of the watching studio audience, a peal of feminine delight. “Especially telling you about my first live interview back when I was nineteen.”

“Yes, yes, what a tale that was,” Adelia said. “And it is what led to our next topic in your life: Ms. Bred Beauty Pageant. It’s like the Miss Universe contest, but only eligible to women bred by you and who were in their third trimester of their pregnancy.”

“When they could show off those round bellies,” I said, nodding my head.

“So the twenty-ninth Ms. Bred was held just last month,” Adelia said.

I laughed, “The first one I was able to judge in eight years. It was one of the things I missed while serving my two terms as president. So I was glad to be able to return.”

“Yes, especially since you’ll soon be taking office as the world’s first president. So no more judging duties again?”

I sighed. “No more judging duties… But the people, manly the women, of the world spoke. We’re going to do something great, but we haven’t gotten to that part of my life yet. Right now, everyone wants to hear about the first pageant.”

“Ms. Bred 2019,” nodded Adelia. “It was such a hot idea.

“I wish I could take credit for the idea, but a far kinkier man then me came up with it.”

“You’re talking about Carter Mondale, who was then the President of CNN?” Adelia asked.

I nodded my head, my blonde hair rustling about my shoulders. The hair stylist had touched me up between breaks, my do getting a little tousled after having sex a few times already. My futa-dick throbbed beneath my skirt as I said, “He met me after my interview with Amelia McCreery. He was ecstatic about the success of that broadcast. It shouldn’t be a shock to anyone that he would propose this naughty idea of beauty pageant.

“After all, he put live futa-sex onto CNN to boost its ratings against its competitor, Fox News, who numbered among my greatest critics.”

“Of course, Fox News was having you breeding their female hosts withing a week,” Adelia said.

“Principals don’t matter when there are ratings to be earned and advertiser dollars to be made,” I said.

“Or when a sexy futa with a big, throbbing girl-dick wants to breed your pussy,” Adelia added, her voice growing throaty. She pressed her thighs together, streaked with my drying cum from our earlier romp.

“So true,” I said, smiling at the TV. “So Mr. Mondale proposed the idea, and I fell in love with it. It turned out to be a lot of work to put together. We had to figure out how to get contestants, what the rules were, the sponsors. Even with Mr. Mondale putting all his business and media expertise to it, I felt ragged by the time March rolled around. I was also cheering for my college, fundraising with the boosters and alumni, giving interviews left and right, and breeding every woman I could in between. My nineteen-year-old self was pushed to her limits.

“But it was worth it,” I said, smiling.

“So how did you come up with the contestants? Now a days, with your daughters breeding women, too, it’s not just limited to girls you’ve impregnated so the pool is a lot larger to draw from. But back then…”

“We held twenty qualifying events, glorified talent shows, mostly across the Pacific Northwest since that was where I lived at the time. People who attended would vote on which pregnant girl they thought was the most talented and hottest. The winner would then make the final event, assuming her ultrasound showed that she was carrying a futa. I was so excited when the day finally came. It was a Saturday and I was wearing the most beautiful dress ever…

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March 23rd, 2019

I trembled as I sat down at the judge’s table to the right of the stage, my dick so hard, tenting the front of the little, black dress I wore. I felt so glamorous in it with my diamond necklace about my neck, my round breasts on displayed. I had my blonde hair stylized into a delicious mass that fell down to my left shoulder and spilled over it and down to my cleavage.

On my right, Mr. Mondale sat, a tall man, slightly overweight but his tux hid most of it, making him look almost suave until you saw that pervy grin on his thick lips. He had his hands clasped before him, eager for the contestants to come out. On my right was Amelia McCreery, the CNN host I bred on live TV. She had her hands cupping her swollen belly, a glow almost radiating out from the black-hair woman. Her breasts looked so ripe and inviting in her low-cut, red dress.

I could feel the excitement rippling through the auditorium. The Dolby Theater in Los Angeles was packed with attendees. The air brimmed with excitement. I rubbed my hands together, fighting the urge to grab my futa-dick as the stage lights came on. The music played.

Karissa Walmsley, Miss Universe 2018, strode out in a silver dress that clung to her lush body, her belly round with the five months of her pregnancy, her hips swaying from side-to-side. She moved with the same grace she displayed when she won her crown, nestled amid her black curls. Her coffee-brown skin from her mixed-race heritage almost glowed beneath the stage lights. She felt ephemeral, like a dream.

“Welcome to the first annual Ms. Bred Beauty Pageant,” she said, her voice gushing. “I am so honored to be invited by the world’s first futa, Becky Woodward, to MC this little event.” She paused, hand on her hip, giving the crowd a dazzling smile. “I know, look at me. I’m not nearly pregnant enough to be on stage with the beauties you’re going to see tonight.”

Laughter rippled through the crowd.

My pussy itched as I trembled in anticipation.

“We have twenty beautiful, bred ladies all eager to show off their womanly charms to you tonight,” Karissa continued. “So try to pace yourself. We have a night long event that will be full of so much passion, you might not make it otherwise.”

The lights changed, the stage going almost all dark except a single spotlight striking a red curtain on the right side of the stage. I could feel the anticipation swelling in the audience. In myself. My hand drifted beneath the table, finding my hard cock.

“So let’s welcome tonight’s lucky girls,” Karissa said, just a shape in the dark now, save for the occasional flash off her silver sequins as she shifted. “First up, all the way from Des Moines, Iowa is Jacki Colbert. She is a student at Seattle Pacific University who was bred by Becky when she snuck onto the UW campus with a group of friends and crashed one of the futa’s infamous Sunday orgies.”

“That naughty minx,” I purred as Jacki Colbert strutted out in a blue dress that hugged her pregnant form. She was blonde with heavy tits that jiggled, each cupped in soft, azure cloth. Her round belly swayed before her as she walked with such a confident strut. She had such long legs, the slit in the side of her dress letting her right flash out with every step on her stiletto heels.

My futa-cock throbbed hard.

A spotlight shone at the opposite end of stage while the first followed Jacki to her position. “Next we have Rexanne Weaver from Puyallup, Washington. She worked at a local coffee shop and had the delight of serving Becky more than the local java.”

My futa-dick throbbed as Rexanne strutted out, a petite girl with black hair, her belly looking so swollen with her pregnancy. Her small stature only made her hotter as she cupped her belly. She gave the audience smoky looks, her hips swaying. I vaguely remembered meeting her right before the fall semester started up.

More and more names were called. More and more beauties strutted out in their gowns. They were all so pregnant. So swollen and ripe. My hand clenched about my futa-dick, stroking up and down my shaft as I licked my lips in anticipation of tonight’s pageant. Some I knew very well, like Mei Wen who cheered on my college team, or Jamie who was secretary to my university’s president. Other girls I would never forget, like Sabrina, the cheerleader I fucked and bred while her quarterback boyfriend watched on, or Jordan, the naughty producer who sat on my dick during my first live interview with Amelia McCreery. But there were other contestants I didn’t remember breeding at all, lost in the blur of women I’d fucked.

And then there was Kristina Fishman.

I fought the urge to glare at the Black girl as she sauntered out. She used my ex-boyfriend Kurt to get close to me so she could be fucked and bred by me. She dumped him after I bred her before cheering at my first UW football game. And since I liked Kurt, I wasn’t happy with her at all.

In fact, I was rooting for her to lose. But I had to be impartial. I couldn’t vote against her just because of my personal feelings. Besides, I had an equal vote to Amelia and Mr. Mondale. I hoped they would see her as a cow and therefore not worthy of winning this contest.

Finally, all twenty pregnant ladies were standing beneath their own spotlights. They all looked so delicious, even Kristina, in their tight dresses. I had bred them all. They were all brimming with the life I planted in them. It made my futa-dick ache so badly. My pussy dripped so much juices.

I stroked myself faster.

“Now, let’s get to know this bevy of bred beauties,” Karissa said. “And, yes, I had to practice saying that without swallowing my tongue.”

The audience rippled with laughter. I smiled as I studied the women, eager to get to know some of them better. A few I still couldn’t remember fucking at all, like Jacki or Anemone, a redhead who came out seventh.

Amelia went first with her question. “Kristina, outside of fucking Becky, what is the naughtiest sexual act you’ve ever performed?”

Kristina clapped her hands before her mouth. The tall, Black girl shook her hips, her crimson dress swaying as it fell off her swollen belly. “Oh, my, well, it was at my sister’s wedding last month.” She shivered. “Well, they say being pregnant makes you horny and… I let two guys I met spit-roast me in the coat room during the wedding reception.”

“Oh, so you were taking it from both ends?” quipped Karissa.

“Both ends,” Kristina said, her voice so tight.

“Jacki,” Mr. Mondale asked, “what is the wildest sexual partner, outside of Becky, you’ve ever had?”

Jacki’s cheeks went crimson, contrasting with her blonde hair. But she kept her poise. She lifted her chin and said, “My boyfriend’s father. He’s a total silver fox. He, huh, banged me during Thanksgiving in the bathroom while everyone was having pumpkin pie. I had just met him but… He had this spark his son lacked.”

“So more than the turkey got stuffed, huh?” Karissa asked, bringing another gale of laughter from the audience.

I was grinning still from her joke as I asked my first question. “Anemone, before you met me, had you ever eaten pussy?”

The redhead, who had the most unusual name I had ever heard, fixed me such a naughty smile. Her round breasts rose as she drew in a deep breath, the thin straps of her bodice exposing most of her pale chest. “Yes. I got drunk with a girlfriend of mine once and we went down on each other. Though she had nothing on the skill of your tongue, Becky.”

“I’ve had lots of practice,” I said, my futa-dick throbbing in my hand. I pumped up and down it, my pussy clenching.

The questions continued, each of us judges taking a turn. Every girl was asked at least two questions, though some attracted more than others.

“Sabrina,” asked Amelia, “what’s the weirdest place, besides on a football field, you ever had sex?”

The head cheerleader of the Oregon Ducks gave a dazzling smile. Her caramel skin almost glowed. She cupped her belly clad in her soft-pink dress and said, “I gave my boyfriend a blowjob while we were on a Ferris wheel. He also fingered me as I sucked him.”

“Still dating that quarterback?” I asked.

“Oh, yes,” she answered, giving me a smoky look and winking at me.

When my next question came up, I aimed it at Jordan, that naughty producer who helped Amelia trick me seven months ago. I had the perfect question for her. “Jordan, do you love anal?”

Jordan shivered, her blonde hair kissing her shoulders, the tips dyed pink. She rubbed her pregnant belly and said, “The only time I ever had anal was with you, and I screamed my head off.”

I blinked. “You never did it since?”

“I haven’t found a cock anywhere near as big as the one my asshole craves,” she purred.

Mr. Mondale laughed. He then asked a girl with her black-hair falling in a thick braid down her back, “Cass, what is your naughtiest sexual fantasy?”

The girl’s pillowy breasts swayed in her low-cut, black dress. They looked on the verge of spilling out of her top. She licked her lips, her cheeks going scarlet. “I want to be ravished by a dragon. I know they don’t exist, but I just think about this powerful beast on me, in me, fucking me…” She shuddered. “Oh, god, it’s deprave, I know, but…”

“But it’s so hot,” Amelia purred. “And there’s nothing wrong with that.”

“Nothing,” I groaned licking my lips as I stared at Cass’s jiggling tits. My hand pumped up and down my cock faster, the ache building at the tip.

“Now Kim, what is your favorite sex toy?” Amelia asked the other Ducks’ cheerleader who made the event.

Kim was the petite, Vietnamese cheerleader I bred third at the game, fucking her hard on the sidelines. She looked so dainty even pregnant, her belly proportioned to her slender frame. She had such a delicious shade of dusky-olive skin, her short, black hair framing her doll-like face.

“I don’t know the name exactly, but it’s a type of vibrator that rotates,” she said. “It has a hook at the end, not sharp, but it presses inside your pussy and spins around. It just churns you until you explode.”

My cunt clenched. “Oh, god, I think I need to try that.”

I was so on edge after that. I wanted to just stroke myself off. But I backed off on my frantic pumping so we could get through the rest of the questions. The girls were all blushing but smiling, some hugging their swollen bellies. They all looked so delicious.

“Well, I think any woman who’s been pregnant knows your ankles get sore standing for a while,” Karissa said, “so we prepared some naughty seats for our contestants to use as we head into the endurance portion of the contest.

“I know, endurance. Who ever heard of that in a beauty contest? Well, this is sexual endurance. The first ten girls who orgasm are, I’m afraid, disqualified from the second half of the event. Each girl will have to do her best to fight off that naughty desire to explode. But it won’t be easy with these chairs!”

Stage lights illuminated the back of the auditorium. Two rows of chairs were set up, each silver and almost delicate looking. Thrusting up from the center of each seat was a thick, bumpy dildo waiting for a pregnant pussy to engulf it. I shuddered, smiling as the girls gasped and the audience groaned in excitement.

“So let’s bare those bodies, ladies, and take your seat,” Karissa said. “Even if you lose this contest, you’re going to cum hard doing it.”

The audience laughed which turned into groans as the dresses came off. Clothing fell away from breasts ripe with new life and bellies swollen from my futa-seed. I groaned as the sight of these fit women disrobing. Some had fat nipples, others had small nubs. Some breasts were perky and taut while others were pillowy and soft. They swayed and jiggled. Juices flowed down thighs. Some girls were shaved, others thick and bushy.

They all made me salivate.

“Good god, I knew this would be amazing,” Mr. Mondale groaned beside me, his own hand beneath the judge’s table.

“They are all so scrumptious,” Amelia said, trembling beside me. “I’m surprised you haven’t popped off yet, Becky.”

“I’m saving myself for the first girl to lose,” I said. I hoped it would be Kristina.

“I see more than a few glistening thighs,” Karissa purred as the contestants sauntered to the chairs on their heels, the only thing they wore. “I think more than a few have been looking forward to this event.”

“I am going to dominate it!” Sabrina gasped then did a surprisingly limber high kick, not as much as a cheerleader should, but impressive with her pregnant belly before her. “Ooh, yes!”

My hand stroked up and down my girl-dick as the first of them reached the table. A redhead named Caetlin was the first. Her fiery curls bounced about her shoulders and her breasts swayed as she wiggled her hips. She guided the thick, purple dildo to her pussy. Her moans echoed over the stage as she sank her hot cunt down it.

My futa-cock ached in my hand. I remembered fucking her hard from behind when she joined the Sigma Lambda Tau sorority last fall. I bred all their pledges. It was a new rule for their sorority. Over the summer, every member gave birth to my daughters from the orgy last year.

Other contestants settled down on the fake cocks. They whimpered and moaned and shuddered so deliciously. Breasts swayed and jiggled. Swollen bellies heaved. Some kept their thighs spread, showing off their pussy lips engulfing plastic shafts.

“Oh, fuck,” groaned Jordan, her hands squeezing her tits. She had her legs spread wide, showing off her clit piercing that I enjoyed during the interview months ago.

“I am so hard,” I moaned as the last girl settled into place.

“Me, too,” groaned Mr. Mondale.

“And now for the real fun to begin,” Karissa said, her voice purring. “I can tell you my pussy is more than envious for the buzzing fun that’s about to begin.”

All the girls gasped as the vibrators hummed to life in their pussies. Their backs straightened. Their eyes bulged. We didn’t tell any of them that they would have to deal with vibrators. Girls shifted their hips. Others clenched their jaws. Hands squeezed tits, held bellies, or clutched thighs. Already, the girls battled against the swelling pleasure.

“These are top of the line vibrators donated by the amazing Kink Crate, a wonderful company making the finest sex toys,” continued Karissa. “Each one has several actuators that cause multiple points of stimulation. They wiggle. Each little bump buzzes. They are designed to drive women wild. And you may not be able to see at home, but the bases are wide with labial and clitoral stimulation, too.”

“Oh, my fucking god!” Cass moaned, the black-haired girl shuddering. She leaned forward, her braid swaying down her back.

I shivered, my eyes flicking from girl-to-girl, watching their faces. I fisted my dick, my pussy clenching. My left hand crept up my thigh, reaching closer and closer to my juicy snatch as the moans and gasps of the pregnant contestants spilled through the air. Their passion reverberated through the studio. Their bodies shifted. They eyes widened as the pleasure assaulted their pussies.

“Which girl will cum first?” Karissa asked, her voice liquid honey through the PA system.

“Yes,” I moaned, my fingers reaching my hot pussy lips.

I stroked my wet labia, my juices flowing, while fisting my dick. My tits swayed in my bodice, my nipples rubbing against the black silk. The fabric caressed my nubs, shooting such wondrous delight right down to my pussy. So many beauties. Would it be Darcy who came first? The blonde trembled, her back arching, her small tits jiggling hard, the right pierced by a silver nipple.

Or Hispanic Consuelo? She had her legs thrown out wide apart, leaning back into her chair, her hands squeezing her breasts ripened into firm mounds by her pregnancy.

So many possibilities. My eyes flicked across them all, drinking in all the pregnant delights as I caressed my pussy lips and fisted my clit-dick. Then I jammed two fingers into my hot cunt, sinking them deep into my snatch.

“Yes,” I whimpered, adding my moans to the bliss echoing through the room.

“Ooh, is Kristina going to cum?” Amelia murmured. “Mr. Mondale, this is so hot to watch.”

I pumped my two fingers so deep into my juicy pussy, whimpering with all the pregnant beauties. My right hand slid up and down my dick, squeezing hard. The crown throbbed every time I reached the pinnacle as I drank in the sight of all these pregnant women shuddering and groaning and writhing in passion.

It was all so inspiring. It made me shudder. My snatch clenched so hard on my fingers. For a moment, I thought Sabrina would cum, her caramel face twisted in rapture. She squeezed her round breasts, thumbs brushing her brown nipples, almost lost to the rapture sweeping through her.

Then she pulled her hands away from her tits, shaking her head. She clenched her teeth, fighting through the rapture humming through her pussy. My own cunt clenched so hard on my fingers, envious of Sabrina’s vibrator.

“Ooh, Cass looks on the verge of erupting,” Amelia panted, her hands rubbing her pregnant belly beside me.

My gaze swept over to the busty Cass. She was actually bouncing on the vibrator, fucking her pussy up and down the bumpy shaft. Her huge tits swayed before her, almost smacking into the top of her pregnant belly. Her toned thighs rippled as she lifted herself up and down the toy.

“Mmm, looks like someone’s forgotten themselves,” Karissa purred into the microphone. “But Cass’s titties are sure hot to watch.”

“Uh-huh,” I moaned, the crowd whooping in agreement.

Cass let out a gasp and then just impaled her pussy down the shaft. She leaned back, her tits heaving as she sucked in hair. Her braid dangled off the back of her chair. She shook her head in denial of her pleasure.

“Looks like Cass’s gotten herself back under control,” Karissa said through the PA system. The pregnant Miss Universe sat on her own chair to the side, her breasts jiggling in her silver dress as she squirmed. “Mmm, and Jacki looks utterly in control of her pleasure. Look at those slow breaths she’s taking.”

My eyes shot to the busty blonde. Her large tits did rise and fall in a measured beat, her eyes closed. She hardly squirmed, almost like she was meditating and channeling the rapture into a greater focus.

“Mmm, that’s kinda hot,” purred Amelia.

“Yeah,” I nodded, almost hypnotized by those big breasts as they rose and fell. My pussy clenched on my probing fingers while my dick throbbed in my stroking hand. I licked my lips, wanting to go out there and suck on Jacki’s tits.

“Mei Wen is fighting hard,” Karissa reported. “The University of Washington cheerleader my look small, but she’s got a lot of concentration packed into that slender frame.”

“Ooh, yes, she does,” Amelia moaned. “You need to introduce me to her, Becky. I want to feel that cute face licking at my pussy.”

“Ideally with your pussy full of my cum?” I asked her, rubbing my thumb across my girl-dick.

“Yes!” she gasped.

I grinned, my eyes flicking past Mei Wen to Kristina. I hoped to see the Black girl on the verge of cumming. She strained and struggled in the chair. She squirmed, her hands clutching her ebony thighs as she swung them open and closed. But she didn’t look on the edge of orgasming.

Pity.

“Uh-huh, I think we have our first loser,” Karissa said. “Anemone looks like she’s in trouble.”

My gaze shot to the redhead with the exotic name. She squeezed her round breasts, her thumbs rubbing her dark-red nipples. She squirmed and whimpered, her chair creaking. Pleasure wracked her face. She threw back her head, her mouth opened wide.

“Oh, my god!” I heard her scream over all the other moaning and panting girls, her passions resounding so clearly through the auditorium. “Please, no! I can’t. I don’t want to lose… No, no, no!”

I could feel the crowd watching with interest. An anticipatory tingle ran through the room. Hundreds of eyes witnessed the pregnant redhead on the verge of surrendering into her orgasmic rapture, her pussy churned by the vibrator.

“Well, it’s been five minutes,” Karissa said. “And that means the vibrators start humming faster.”

“Oh, fuck!” gasped Anemone.

All the girls gasped. Jacki’s eyes opened. Her body trembled. More moans rippled through them, more pregnant contestants fighting off their orgasms. My eyes went back to Anemone. She leaned forward, her pregnant belly pressing against her thighs. Her hair fell over her face and…

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she screeched. “Oh, my god, so good!”

“And Anemone is cumming!” declared Karissa. “Ooh, isn’t she so beautiful lost to the rapture of her orgasms?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Anemone moaned, leaning back now. Her hands squeezed her tits, her face contorting in rapture.

“She is beautiful,” groaned Mr. Mondale, his voice so throaty.

“Yes, she is,” I whimpered, my futa-dick throbbing, aching, wanting to cum. I stopped stroking my dick and just kept stirring my cunt up with my fingers. I didn’t want to cum, yet.

“Ooh, Anemone, when you come down from that high, come over here and we’ll chat,” Karissa said.”

Anemone slumped back into the chair. She whimpered, her eyes fluttering. Her vibrator would have turned off, each controlled individually. She sucked in deep breaths then, with a groan, she lifted her pussy off the sex toy, leaving it glistening with her cream.

She tottered past the other moaning, groaning, squirming pregnant girls. The redhead clutched her belly swollen with our baby as she headed for Karissa. I shivered, loving the redhead’s flushed beauty. My pussy clenched on my fingers as I let out a wanton moan.

“You are going to fuck her so hard, aren’t you?” purred Amelia.

“Does she know any other way to fuck?” Mr. Mondale asked.

I grinned at him.

“Now, Anemone, what a heart break it is that you came first,” Karissa said, putting her arm around the naked, pregnant girl. Their round bellies nudged together.

My dick ached. They were both so full of the life I bred in them.

“I’m bummed,” Anemone said, still panting. “But… I always cum so easily. I never thought it would be a bad thing until today.”

Karissa nodded her head. “Now you must be due, in what, early May?”

“May 5th,” Anemone said, a smile growing on her lips. She looked down at her belly she still cradled.

“Wonderful. Do you have any plans for naming your futa-daughter?”

“Epiphany,” she said.

“Ooh, that’s an interesting name. Why?”

Anemone turned to look at the judge’s table. At me. She gave me a sultry smile. “Because the first time I saw Becky, an epiphany went off in my head that she would forever change me. And she did. She gave me my daughter. It feels right.”

I nodded my head, my futa-dick throbbing while the audience clapped and applauded Anemone. I blinked and realized my eyes were stinging with impending emotion. They fluttered, a catch building at my throat. It touched me to hear what I gave her. A daughter to love.

“Now, there is a special treat for the first girl to orgasm,” Karissa said. “Something we didn’t tell you and the other contestants because we didn’t want anyone trying to lose on purpose.”

“Oh?” Anemone said.

I rose, my futa-dick thrusting out the bottom of my black skirt. I moved out from around the back of the judge’s table towards where Karissa and Anemone were. The spotlight landed on me. Suddenly I felt revealed, exposed. Applause rose through the crowd, drowning out the moans of the pregnant women writhing on the dildos as I drank in all the lust for me.

I loved showing off. I savored it when people watched me when I chose it. I hated the paparazzi who liked to invade my privacy when I didn’t want the entire world to know who I was fucking.

“Hi, Anemone,” I purred, slipping my arm around her waist. “I’m going to fuck you so hard while we watch the other girls struggle not to cum. But you… feel free to explode on my futa-dick as much as you want.”

“Ooh, Becky!” she whimpered, her body quivering. She blinked her green eyes. “Thank you!”

I pulled her to me, loving the feel of her swollen belly pressing against my stomach. My lips found hers, hot and hungry, eager to devour her. I wanted to love her. To fuck her. To ravish her before everyone. She clung to me while my hands roamed her naked body. I touched her round stomach and cupped her cute tush. My tongue danced with ours while my futa-dick rubbed against the bottom curve of her baby bump.

A wild thrill went through me. Another nineteen women I bred moaned before us as I kissed this pregnant beauty. She gripped my ass through my short, black skirt, pulling me so tight against her as our tongues dueled.

Then she broke the kiss. “Will you fuck me Husky-style?”

I grinned. Since the UW mascot was the Husky, also called the Dawg, the announcer at the football game started calling doggy-style Husky-style when I was fucking Sabrina, Kim, and their fellow cheerleaders.

“Yes, I will,” I purred, my futa-dick throbbing in delight.

“We even have a padded mattress for you to lay on,” purred Karissa, pointing to the balk padding almost lost on the dark stage.

The crowed cheered behind us as she sank down to her knees with a wobble. She groaned, clutching her swollen belly. Then she stretched out on her hands and knees staring right at the other girls squirming on their vibrators. I groaned at the sight of the winged tramp stamp she had on her lower back, making her ass look even more fetching.

I fell to my knees behind her on the bedding. I gripped her rump, squeezing it as I leaned down to nuzzle at her shaved pussy. I had to eat her pregnant snatch. I had to devour this cunt I bred. I pressed my mouth against her hot flesh, licking and tonguing it as I watched the other contestants writhing.

Kristina did not look close to orgasming as I swirled my tongue through Anemone’s pregnant snatch.

“It’s been another five minutes,” purred Karissa behind me, “so let’s increase those vibrators and make more of these pregnant hotties cum.”

“Yes!” Anemone moaned, wiggling her pussy back against my hungry mouth.

My futa-dick throbbed, my cream running down my shaft. I wanted to be buried in this pussy, but I was having such a fun time licking her. Her juices poured out, so spicy and delicious. They dribbled down my chin to my neck, racing to my breasts cupped in my little, black dress.

I felt the audience watching us. My pussy was aimed right at them, a spotlight warming my rump. I hoped everyone could see my blonde bush soaked with my excitement and my clit-dick throbbing to the beat of my heart. I wiggled my hips, my shaft swaying between my thighs.

“Uh-huh, looks like Mei Wen is in trouble,” Karissa said. “She’s struggling hard, but the vibrator is churning her pregnant snatch up.”

“Mmm, yes it is,” Anemone moaned, wiggling her hips, smearing her spicy cunt’s shaved lips on my mouth.

I flicked my eyes up, staring past the redhead’s cute rump to find my fellow cheerleader. Mei Wen struggled, her petite flame shuddering. The Chinese cheerleader clutched her belly, her lower lip quivering as she fought against her orgasm.

Hotter than the sun;

Harder than a diamond;

Mei Wen won’t cum,

’til she gets the job done!

The cheer roared from behind me. I could hear Ashlie in there, the cheer captain rallying her team to keep Mei Wen in it. I shuddered, staring at my fellow cheerleader, my futa-dick throbbing, hoping she could hold out a little longer. That the cheer would inspire her.

But then her entire body shuddered. She cried out in her musical Mandarin as her small tits heaved. She squeezed her belly, her face twisting and contorting in rapture. I groaned, fluttering my tongue through Anemone’s spicy pussy. I wanted Mei Wen to go farther in the competition.

To outlast Kristina.

“Too bad for Mei Wen,” sighed Karissa. “But she gave it a good effort.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Anemone moaned. And then she gasped. Her butt-cheeks clenched before her. Her moans drowned out what Karissa said next for me.

Spicy cream squirted into my hungry mouth. She drowned me in her passion. It swept over me this molten burst of passion. I gulped it down as rivulets of her hot juices ran down my throat for the bodice of my clinging dress. My tongue fluttered, gathering all her delight I could.

My futa-dick throbbed. I needed pussy. Her pregnant pussy.

I rose and slammed my dick into her cunt. I buried to the hilt in the redhead’s rippling snatch. Her bred cunt massaged my cock. I didn’t fuck her but just savored the feel of her convulsing about me as I watched all the girls writhing.

A black-haired girl came next. She shuddered on the chair, her round tits heaving. She leaned forward, shaking her head like she could deny the pleasure coursing through her body. I shuddered, loving the sight of her passion.

“Fuck me, Becky!” Anemone moaned. “I need to cum again! Please, please, give me more orgasms!”

“Yes!” I groaned and pumped my hips, sliding my cock in and out of her pregnant pussy.

I trembled, my breasts heaving in my top as I fucked her bred snatch. Her cunt gripped me, that silky friction holding me so tight. Pleasure rippled through me, my own pussy drinking in every shiver that raced down my dick.

Anemone’s hole grew hotter and tighter. That juicy grip made me groan as I watched the girls squirming on their vibrators. Three were gone, but the other seventeen were all eager to hold out and win. Kristina fought against her orgasm, her ebony belly heaving as she bucked and squirmed on it.

Then I noticed Consuelo gasping and moaning. The Hispanic beauty’s head lowered, her curly-brown hair forming a curtain that obscured her face. Her hands gripped the edge of her chair’s seat. She pushed herself up and down it, lifting her cunt a few inches up the dildo and then slamming back down it.

“Ooh, Consuelo’s lost all control, Anemone,” I panted, slamming into it.

“Good!” gasped the redhead, her fiery hair dancing about her shoulders. “Ooh, yes, yes, yes, she has. Just fucking that bred pussy on that dildo! But I get your dick! I’m the lucky one!” Her head threw back and her pussy went wild about my dick.

My eyes widened. Anemone came again. Her pussy spasmed and convulsed about my snatch. I couldn’t believe it. I shuddered. My eyes squeezed shut as the rapture surged around my cock. It was incredible. This wondrous, delicious, amazing delight spasming about my clit-dick. It caressed my shaft, bathing me in her juices.

Her pregnant pussy sucked at my cum like it wanted to be bred again. I whimpered, pounding her so hard, my dress rustling about my hips. My nipples drank in the feel of the fabric. Pussy juices ran down my thighs as I savored this high. Cameras recorded this, broadcasting it on cable networks, free of the FCC and their puritanical rules.

“And Consuelo is cumming!” Karissa announced. “She held out valiantly, but the Hispanic slut just couldn’t control that pussy. And it looks like she’s not alone. Caetlin is on the verge of her own orgasm.”

My head shut over to the sixth contestant, a short girl with auburn hair falling in waves around her flushed face. She leaned back, her hands clutching her pregnant belly while her hips wiggled. Her firm titties bounced and jiggled.

“Oh, god, those are such sexy tits,” I moaned.

“Uh-huh,” Anemone whimpered, her pussy still convulsing about my dick, bathing my shaft in her passion. Her juices flooded down my thighs. “Ooh, she’s a wild one.”

“Yes!” I moaned, my heart thudding in my chest as the pleasure rippled through me. This was all so naughty. So wild.

“And Caetlin is cumming!” Karissa boomed. “Look at that hair fly. She is loving it.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Anemone howled, her pussy writhing about my girl-dick. Her pussy spasmed and convulsed about it. She shivered, squeezing down on my futa-dick. My eyes rolled back in my head. I shuddered, my dick on the verge of erupting.

I held back. I didn’t want to cum yet. I wanted to outlast the girls on the chair. But it was so hard with Anemone’s amazing, pregnant pussy massaging my dick. She gave me such rapture. The friction of her spasming flesh surrounded me. I groaned, my eyes squeezing shut. It was so incredible.

“Damn!” I whimpered.

“Cum in me, Becky!” hissed the redheaded slut. She bucked back into me, looking over her shoulder. “Please, please, give me your cum.”

“Not yet!” I whimpered, my eyes darting around the stage. Who would be next? Oh, god, please, let someone be next. Five more still had to be disqualified.

Kristina still held her belly, her face squeezed shut. Jacki kneaded her tits and… Milk squirted from her mounds. She must be lactating. I whimpered, my dick throbbing at the sight. Cass fucked her pussy up and down the dildo, leaning forward and lifting her thighs, her hands braced on her knees. Sabrina hugged her tits, her face scrunched up in rapture as she fought against cumming.

“Ooh, Jamie and Darcy are both gasping,” Karissa announced. “Will it be the naughty secretary or the wicked oral hygienist who cums first?”

My eyes shot to the two girls. Both were blonde, Jamie’s hair shorter than Darcy. But it was still so hot to watch as I plowed into Anemone’s hot pussy. The redhead I fucked was still cumming, my dick aching, my pussy clenching.

I girt my teeth, watching as Jamie threw back her head. Her pregnant belly heaved before her as she surrendered to her rapture. Then Darcy screamed out beside her. Juices flooded out of her pussy, gushing down her thighs in a spray as she squirted from her orgasm.

“Darcy came so hard I thought she would rocket off her seat,” Karissa said. The audience rumbled in laughter. “Mmm, now only three more to go and… No, no, Norene is cumming, too. Look at that brunette go.”

The brunette gasped and shuddered, her head swinging from side to side as her orgasm explode through her bred body. Anemone’s pussy sucked at my dick. I gasped, slamming into her so hard. I rubbed at her pregnant belly, stroking her, fighting the urge to unleash my jizz. Only two more girls to go.

“Come on, Kristina, and cum,” I hissed beneath my breath.

“And it’s been another five minutes, so let’s turn up the speed.”

Every pregnant contestant gasped and moaned. Jacki squeezed her tits again, her milk squirting. Sabrina’s eyes squeezed shut, her jaw clenching. Diana’s teardrop-shaped tits heaved as she fought her orgasm. Rochelle’s pixyish face contorted in rapture, her legs thrust out before her. Rexanne pulled at her dusky nipples topping her conical tits. Kristina gasped, leaning forward. She looked on the verge of erupting.

I fucked Anemone so hard. I stared at Kristina. She fought it. But I could see her coming closer and closer to her eruption. My dick throbbed, the tip aching. My cum wanted to fire out of me. I growled through my clenched teeth, fighting it.

“Come on, Kristina,” I snarled. “Just cum!”

“And Ángela is orgasming!” Karissa announced. “Look at that Hispanic slut erupt. She came all the way from Argentina to be here. So close.”

Kristina’s face scrunched up. She trembled. That unmistakable look of a woman on the verge of orgasm. This was it. She would be gone. Eliminated. She didn’t deserve to win this competition. My hips fucked forward so hard into Anemone’s pussy.

“Cum in me!” the redhead moaned over and over again. “Please, please, Becky! Cum in me!”

“And it looks like the last girl is cumming!” announced Karissa.

But it wasn’t Kristina.

“Sybil is cumming hard. Hear those screams?”

The curvy brunette had a huge smile on her face as the rapture washed through her. She heaved and bucked, the tenth girl to orgasm on the vibrators. She spasmed so hard, her pregnant belly heaving as she clutched it.

“That means the rest of you are free to cum!” Karissa purred. “Enjoy! You’ve earned it.”

“Fuck!” I snarled as Kristina surrendered to her orgasm with the nine other pregnant beauties.

My futa-dick rammed to the hilt inside of Anemone’s pussy. My snatch clenched. My ovaries grew so tight. I didn’t fight it. My cum exploded out of me. A titanic wall of ecstasy hurtled through my body and slammed into my mind.

Stars burst across my vision as the pregnant cunt milked my dick dry. I whimpered, jolt after jolt of ecstasy shooting into my thoughts. Euphoria electrified my mind, bliss buzzing through my brain. My pussy spasmed, adding ripples of delight to the powerful pleasure supplied by my erupting girl-cock.

I groaned, leaning over Anemone, left dizzy by the powerful explosion. The pregnant redhead whimpered in delight, her snatch wringing out every drop of my cum. I stared at the cumming contestants, Kristina and the nine others.

The talent competition was up next. They would have to wow us judges. Only three girls would get to make it to the finals. I hoped it wasn’t Kristina. But I only had one vote.

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April 17th, 2047

“Hearing you talk about it made me wish I was bread at the right time of year to have been a contestant,” Adelia moaned.

“I can tell that,” I said, my futa-dick hard and aching. “You’re rubbing your thighs so tight together.”

A ripple of gigglish laughter came from the studio audience.

“I may have to ravish you during another commercial break,” the host said, her caramel-hued face twisting with pleasure. “Mmm, but I could ride your dick for a year straight and cum the entire time.”

“I think a lot of women, my wife included, would be angry at you if you monopolized my dick.”

Adelia laughed, nodding her head. “But it would be worth it.” She shivered and smoothed her skirt. “Now, what I am curious about is the talent portion of the competition. That first pageant, the girls couldn’t have been practicing sexual techniques to perform for years like they do for the modern competition.”

“No, no, it was a lot of singing,” I said. “But a few of the girls made it memorable.”

Adelia leaned forward. “Well, don’t keep us waiting. I think we all want to know how Kristina did in the talent competition.”

To be continued…

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Chloe was 5ft 9in, she weighed just about 105 pounds. She just turned 18, She had flowing silky red hair. Her breasts were a firm perky 32c. Her frame was small but athletic, Her legs were long and very sexy and tan. Her ass was well rounded firm and very lifted. her eyes were an emerald green. She just finished getting dressed, She decided to wear her leather mini skirt and black sating low cut shirt, also a black leather thong. She left her legs bare, She walked to the front door got outside and locked the house up went to her car started and left for town.

Little did Chloe know she was being followed, not randomly either. The female in the car following her was 32 years old her looks of a dominatrix. Her breasts were a 36c. Her body very well taken care of. She wore a tight Latex catsuit. Her body was covered every inch in latex. The latex hugged her breasts keeping them lifted and perky. Her ass was even lifted and firmed. She followed Chloe till there was nothing, but black dark roads. She lifted a small box with a red button she pressed it. As she watched chloe’s car pull to the side she had cut the car off.

Chloe put the breaks on and inched the car to the side of the road. she quickly turne on the hazards. She tried starting the car not even a purr came from the cars engine. She tried her phone but service was unavalable. She stepped out of the car. And popped the hood. The dominatrix pulled up behind her a little smile formed upon her face though her latex hood kept it hid. She got out of the car. ” Are you okay.? The dominatrix was trying to sound concerned. Chloe looked up alittle suprised, she jumped slightly. ” Ohh you scared me. My car just stopped working.” The dominatrix looked at her then offered. ” I can give you a ride if you like. I’m going to town to alittle party.” Chloe hessitated for a minute. ” well thank you for the help.” Not knowing the dominatrix rigged the car. ” You’ll have to get in the back seat. the front seat is covered in papers from work.” Chloe nodded her head, She ducked down taking a her seat. when the door closed a seat belt lowered around her waist and inbetween her breasts locking her in place. ” Dont worry about that. child safety these days.” Chloe once again just nodded ok.

After a few miles the dominatrix raised a bullet proof glass that cut the car in half on the inside living chloe locked and trapped in the back seat. “By the way chloe my name is Miss Jai.” Jai then reached down and flipped another switch. the back seat filling with a gas. the windows went pitch black. After struggling and taking huge breath of the gas Chloe fell into a deep sleep. The dominatrix just smiled, her plan had been filled. She started the long drive home. About 40 miles away. Knowing Chloe wouldnt wake till she was in a cell. After an hour and a half. she pulled into a drive way a fence opened. She pulled through and parked the car. Pulling Chloe from the car, she walked to a little post and pressed a button. The ground gave way leading to an underground bunker. She brought Chloe still sleeping and placed her on the table not worried because Chloe was asleep. She cut all Chloes clothes from her body smiling and loking her lips. at her nude body. She left her on the table and quickly went to the back and grabbed a bag.

Jai came back with a small bacg and pulled a black leather collar, ankle and wrist cuffs from the back. The were custom made once they were put on they didnt come off. They could be ratcheted to tighten or loosen. She placed the collar around Chloes neck and pressed the two ends together. The sealed as the two ends clasped each other. She then did the same to her wrists and ankles. She smiled as she new her new slave would never see clothes or daylight again. She took her to a room and laid her on the floor leaving a set of rules attached to the door
there were no cameras into the room only watching the door. Which of course was locked. She went to her living quarters and fixed some coffe. She could only think about her new toy.

After about an hour Chloe woke up her head spinning she looked around noticeing she was in a 4×4 Padded room. She tried to scream out but unable to find her voice. A small light flashed from the collar. It had a device attached which prevented her from being able to scream much less speak. She sees the paper. Reading the title reads Slaves Rules. 1. You will call me Mistress at all times. 2. You are not allowed any clothing or possessions. 3. You are now my Slave to do with as i please. 3. You will be OBEDIENT or suffer the PUNISHMENT. 4. Your new name is SLUT. i will refer to youo as this as you will refer to yourself as this. The rest of the page was blank as she tried to scream but nothing buit silince came out. She begins to panick thoughts wondering through her mind. The last thing she remembered was her car breaking down then the dominatrix. A light flashed in her mind. Her kidnapper was the lady gave her a ride. Tears flowed from her eyes as she sat there not knowing what was going on.

Jai was outside the room now just in a latex panties and bra. She unlocks the door and steps through. Chloe takes a step to attack, but Jai holds up a small black box. ” Now slut do you really want to go through this.” She looked to her slut and watched her a finger on a switch on the box. she stops in her tracks and looks down, her eyes on the ground she lowers herself to the floor onto her knees. ” Good Slut, I was worried you wouldnt know your place and would have to be broken the hard way.” her voice a little harsh but ver commanding. ” Now to give you a small taste of what would happen if you kept going.” She pressed the button, soon after her slut fell to the floor her body twitching uncontrollably. She let go of the button the slut stayed on the floor. ” Just do as i say and your training may start. it will be over quickly if you listen and follow instruction.” Jai just laughed, ” now slut follow me.” The slut found her self getting up feeling her voice being returned still confused about that. ” Yes Mistress,” She begins to stand up, but Jai kicks her in down. ” Oops forgot to tell you. On your hands and knees.” Jai laughs then attaches a leash to her collar and begins walking down the hall.

The slut followed a few paces behind her new unwanting Mistress, but did not want the punishment if she disobeyed. Jai stopped and turned to see her slut stop as well sitting on her ass like the dog she was. ” Good girl slut. I might just have to reward you. Slut felt dusgusted but new it was better to obey then to make things worse. She had to hang on to that hope that she could get free. All the hope she had left her when she come into the room. It was a medical room, ” Slut get up on the table time to examin you.” Slut did as she was told sitting on the table with her legs slightly spread. Her Virgin pussy alittle wet, she blushed hopeing Mistress did not catch on. Jai turns around and looks over her every inch of her body. Her eyes stopping upon her sluts pussy. ” Well well someone is liking this, and I have not even started yet she giggles.
She looks over her pussy touching it and rubbing it and holding it in her hand cupped. She was purposely getting her wetter and horny. ” No matter what Slut you are not allowed to ever play or touch your self. Your body is mine. Not yours, If i catch you ever touching or playing with yourself. I will severly punish you understood.” Slut gulped quickly answering, ” yes Mistress.” she would find her self gently moaning with the touch of her Mistress’s hand upon her cunt.

She pulled a dermatologist laser from the wall. ” Now to seal the deal slut. This will burn a bit.” Jai turned the laser on and placed it upon her sluts breasts burning her name into the top of her breast. The Slut begins to cry and try to pull away. Jai quickly smacks her face. ” Do not move.” “Yes Mistress.” Slut quickly answers. She fights the tears and the urge to move away.
Jai finishes and looks at her nodding her approval. ” See you can be a good girl slut.” Her voice was not friendly what so ever. Jai looks her over, ” Since i have you hear. She pulls out a four chains. ” Slut lay on your stomach now.” Slut pauses and hesitates, Jai quickly presses the button again sending 10 thousand volts through her body. Slut screams in agony as she turns onto her belly. She attaches a chain to each of her wrists and ankles, even to her collar. Jai presses a button and slut is raised above the table. Jai pushes the table out of the way and lowers the chains down to jais waist level. ” This is going to hurt alot slut.” Ye….” Is all slut got from her mouth before she fell silent again. Jai raises her hand, Smack..SMACK..SMACK.. across her sluts ass. instantly lighting her ass on fire. Slut held still not moving one muscle. Her pussy was completely soaked. ” To bad you will never get to cum slut.” She laughed wickedly.

Slut was crying, hey eyes red from crying so much. She knew she had set this whole thing up. she didnt know who it was nor how cruel the person was. it was from a Mistress/slave webpage. She was in her thought process as she felt something latexy and awkward against her Anal hole. She shook her head trying to beg for her mistress not to do that, but deep down she new it would not work. ” Slut just so you know I am going to fuck your ass and pussy, But i promise you will not get to come till i believe you are broken and my slave permanantely. If you understand nod your head.” Slut nods her head quickly. Then feels as the lubed cock begins to push into her her ass. She tries to pull away and is finds the 9 inch long 3 inch wide cock thrust into her in one thrust. In her own thoughts Chloe was screaming. The tears on her face proofed it. She had no choice in the matter. ” Slut i told you it was going to hurt, I was going to go easy on you but ive changed my mind. Im going to give you your voice back because i want to here you scream in pain.

Chloe could tell she had her voice back she could her herself crying in both extreme pain, mixed with light pleasure. ” Jai thrust her hips into her ass with long hard thrusts. Her slut might not be enjoying this, but Jai was. Slut could feel each and every thrust setting her ass on fire. her moaning and cries were mixed not being able to tell pain from pleasure. Jai smiles as her thrusting continues, Hearing her sluts moan she pulls out just before her slut comes. ” Well go to let you cool down now slut. Cant have you cumming when i fuck your tight little pussy. Jai places a gag into her mouth, cinching it tightly. Followed by a blindfold around her eyes. She squeezes a pump inflating a cock into her mouth, the cock forced its way just an inch into her throat. Jai kisses her upon her forehead. Then Quickly Smacks her ass as hard as she could. ” Goodnight slut.” The slut just moans into the gag from the hot fiery burning ass of hers dripping her wetness to the floor. Chloe was left in the room, in complete darkness still suspended above the floor.

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Kate confronts Rose about having sex, but she turns her down because she’d be cheating.

POV: Kate

I awoke and suddenly licked my lips. ‘I had sex with Rose,’ I thought, rubbing my face slowly. ‘I committed incest and cheated on my husband with my sexy daughter,’ I thought before I lazily leaned up.

I peeked over to my left side and bit my bottom lip. “I’m sorry that I’m not sorry, Chase. I fucked our daughter and made both of us feel incredible both inside and out. I know you are sleeping right now, but I told you this was happening. I certainly hope Rose doesn’t want it to be just a one-time thing. Considering what great sex we had, I can’t imagine she would want it that way though. We had amazing sex, Chase, and we both loved it. All mothers and daughters should probably hook up, because Rose and I discovered new connections and they were rock solid too,” I explained, pleasuring myself naked.

I listened to the silence and just thought of me having sex with Rose. I also licked my lips nonstop and let out my juice to the bed. I knew Chase could have woken up at any moment, but yet, I just masturbated and made the bed quake a bit.

“Yes, eat your mommy’s pussy, Rose. Not because it is hot, but because you love me and would be happy to pleasure me anytime, anywhere.”

I assaulted my twat nonstop, breathed heavily and just enjoyed having Rose on my mind.

“Damn, Rose, you are just an angel wrapped in a witch. My wrist is already hurting a bit, but I’m still going. You have the spell on me, and there seems to be no remedy for it. I don’t want one, but I can’t just masturbate. I must have you, Rose. You are my daughter, and I absolutely wish to get between your legs or have you right between mine. Or maybe we could kiss each other, who cares. I just want you, and I shall have you,” I moaned before I went silent.

Although, I could still hear that weird slimy sound of my juice as it came out. I leaned my head back as far as I could and even shoved my fingers into my slit. I shook even more and felt my heart pump quite a bit more.

“Shit, I’m crying now, Rose. I love you,” I moaned, prior to my pussy dispensing out my lady juice all over the bed.

My orgasm lasted for over a minute and every single second was a little more pleasurable than the last. I knew I loved her in that way, but of course, then I heard Chase moan somewhat.

I sighed, calmly opened my eyes and peeked at him. “What the hell, dude?” I whispered, shaking my head. “You are just a mood killer; you know that?”

I brought my fingers to my mouth and sucked off my juice. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sexual activity, even though she wasn’t in the room. I imagined being with her and holding her in my arms too.

‘I feel to be in love with her, but with Chase in the picture, there is definitely a roadblock. I do love him, but this newfound love for Rose is thrilling and killing me at the same time.’

I maintained my position for a moment with my eyes closed, but kept her on my mind.

Ten minutes later, I calmly came up. “Do I hear some water running in the bathroom?” I pondered, glimpsing at the door. “Maybe you’d like a little mother/daughter bonding time in the shower, Rose.”

I brushed my lips as I thought about getting in there with her.

I had to glance back at Chase though. “Shit, would it be too risky if I went in there with her while her dad sleeps in here?”

I wasn’t sure, but I placed my right hand on my cherry. “Crap, I hope I don’t regret this,” I muttered before I nonchalantly got off the bed.

I looked back at him for a moment and tiptoed towards the door. I clearly feared that he’d wake up, but of course, he had no idea of what my intentions were. Anyway, as I made it to the door, I grabbed onto the knob and quietly opened the door.

“I’m naked, and I’m coming for you, Rose. Mommy is coming,” I whispered, slowly going out the door.

I closed it without making a sound, and as I was in the clear, I cheesed and strolled right out the bathroom door.

“The cool air is hitting me, and my heart is pumping hard too, sweetheart. Get ready for me.

I opened it up too calmly and made my way in there silently. As I got the door closed, I lazily walked towards the shower door.

I slathered my lips one more time before I grabbed onto the bar. “I love you, Rose,” I whispered before I opened it.

“Mom,” she whined, covering up her tits. “What are you doing in here naked?”

“What?” I asked, coming into the shower with her. “We’ve had sex, Rose, don’t you remember?” I pondered, coming towards her.

“No, Mom,” she protested, putting her hands up. “We can’t do this. It is wrong, and we both know it is wrong.”

I came onto her palms anyway and grabbed onto her wrists. “What’s wrong, Rose? I’m just looking to spend some quality time with my daughter. There isn’t anything wrong with that, is there?”

She sighed and lowered her hands. “Well, there is when you are looking to have sex with me, Mom. You are married, remember? You already cheated on dad once, but you can’t do that again. It was fine doing when you were just discovering your sexual tastes so to speak, but now that’s over. You can’t cheat on dad again, by then you’d be having an affair. You can’t do that, Mom. No matter how much we might love each other.”

“So what, you are just cutting me off then?” I asked, backing away somewhat. “We just had fun with Lil and then went out on a date, so that you can get me hooked? You aren’t seriously telling me that, are you, Rose? I’ve masturbated thinking about us having sex like three-hundred times since our date. Then another two-hundred from your video. Don’t you want to have sex with me again?” I asked, shedding a couple of tears.

She bit her bottom lip and looked away. All I could do was give her a little space, but I also shot her that puppy dog face too. I knew it wasn’t the ace in the hole, but I hoped for the best. I couldn’t help, but to check out her body again as well.

“I swear, Rose, you have the best body I’ve ever seen. That includes seeing a lot of male figures too; you are ravishing, to say the least.”

“Mom, complimenting me isn’t going to change my mind, or magically make this alright. It is already in a pretty gray area with you being in here with me,” she pointed out, crossing her arms. “If you didn’t have a sexual attraction to me, then it’d be fine, but you do. I’m not saying that is your fault, but you can’t deny it. You know cheating would be wrong, regardless if you did it with your daughter, best friend or whoever. It is not like I’m going to hate you for trying to get things started again, but yes, I’m cutting you off, Mom. You have my video, so you can pleasure yourself to it as much as you want. As you said, you have the memory of it too, so have fun there, but I think us getting involved further wouldn’t be good for anyone.”

I angled my head down and shed a few more tears. ‘I don’t know know what I could say or do to make her feel different, except divorce her dad. Although, that might have horrible side effects,’ I thought before I peeked back at her. ‘And she isn’t even checking me out, so it doesn’t seem like I can sway her.’

“I’m sorry, Mom, I didn’t mean to mislead you, but this is just how I feel,” she confessed, putting her hands up.

“What if I told your dad about your video?”

“Mom,” she whined, shaking her head. “I don’t believe for one second that you’d stoop that low, regardless of how badly you want me. You wouldn’t do that, you are like the perfect mom, and your brain certainly wouldn’t let you. Although, the fact that the words dropped out of your mouth tells me that you are desperate. Is that true?”

I took a deep breath and lifted my head back up towards her. “It seems so, babe. What if we had sex with Lil again, maybe she’d even invite Maria into the mix? How hot would that be, two mother/daughter couples in a four-way? That’d be steaming, don’t you think?”

She closed the gap between us and put her hands out. I took them and then our boobs came together.

“I love you for being my daughter, but I have to say, you just rocked my world in more ways than one. I loved our date and positively cherished every single second of it, even during the minutes that weren’t sexual. May I kiss you?”

“Fine, Mom.”

I calmly brought my lips to hers and closed my eyes. ‘I’m making out with my hot daughter, she is right, it would be cheating, but fuck, she is intoxicating. Who could possibly not want a piece of her?’

After a moment, we both brought our hands to one another’s butts and caressed them. The intimacy was perfect, but I kept thinking at the back of my mind about what Rose said before. As much as I tried to resist, I pulled her towards me and made her press her body onto mine more.

“I love you so much, Rose,” I moaned while kissing her.

“I know, Mom,” she said, parting her lips from mine. “That still doesn’t make this right.”

“Can’t we have sex one more time? Just wait until your dad leaves and then fucks each other’s brains out?” I pleaded, taking her hands in mine and shedding more tears. “Pretty please with sugar on top and a cherry? I’ll let you do whatever you want with me, and I do mean anything,” I proposed, prior to smooching her forehead.

“Please don’t make this harder than it needs to be, Mom. We had a great date and wondrous sex, no one can take that way, but that’s it. If dad ever comes up with the idea of having you fuck me, then fine, but I don’t see that happening. I’m sure you could bring it up, but it is still incest.”

I rubbed my face for a few seconds, backed away and sighed. “What the fuck ever, Rose,” I groaned, hitting the wall. “Yes, it would be cheating, but you can’t deny that we have chemistry together,” I reminded her, putting my hands up. “Can’t you just overlook that I’m married? Just be a little selfish with me?”

“No, Mom,” she cried. “I can’t do that to dad; I love him too.”

I took another deep breath. “Fine, just don’t tell your dad about this then.”

“That’s fine, Mom, I love you.”

I took a deep breath. “I love you too, but you fucking suck, Rose,” I bitched before I exited the shower.

I just ran out and didn’t even get a towel.

I went back into my room and shut the door. “Son of a bitch, Rose,” I complained, pushing my back on the door. “When your mom wants to get intimate, you just do it.”

I closed my eyes, covered my face and shed a couple of tears too. I tried to comprehend what she said, but of course, my pussy and my heart trumped my brain.

After a moment, I peeked at the bed. “And you are still sleeping, Chase. I could have been screwing your daughter just through that wall, and you would have no idea. Damn, I have to get out of here,” I said before I just went to my dresser.

I fished out a pair of panties, bra, and a sundress as I never dried off. I got dressed very quickly and took a trip to the front door.

“I just have to go,” I uttered, slipping into a pair of sandals.

Then I went for the doorknob.

“Mom?” I heard her ask.

My heart felt like it needed to jump out as I bit down on my bottom lip. “Yes, dear?”

I heard the floor creak, and then I felt her hand come onto my shoulder. “Are we going to be alright?” she sobbed.

“What do you mean, babe?” I asked, turning to her and glancing at her. “Why are you crying?”

“I just don’t want to lose you, Mom,” she fretted, taking my hands in hers. “I know you must have real feelings for me, but I just really hope that don’t let this be a thorn in our mother/daughter relationship. You are the best mom I could ask for, but if this becomes a real problem, I’ll never forgive myself.”

I sighed again and calmly wrapped my arms around her. “Of course not, angel. We’ll always be a great mother/daughter combo. Nothing and no one can take that away from us.”

She scooted away somewhat. “Do you promise? I don’t know what I’ll do if I lose you, Mom.”

“Yes, but I have to go now. Just give me some time, that’s all I ask.”

“Okay,” she answered before she pecked my cheek. “I’ll see you later then,” she said before she walked away.

I watched her stroll away, but then I skedaddled. I didn’t say a word; I just had to leave.

“The only place I think to go is to Kate’s house. She knows how I feel towards Rose, so maybe she could make things better for me. I don’t know, but my daughter rejecting me is just killing me at the moment,” I sobbed, getting into my car.

I failed to even say a word on the way there. I just let out tears and kept her on my mind.

“Yes, she is home. It didn’t take long for me to make it here, but it still felt like an eternity. My heart feels like someone stabbed it with a knife, and I need my best friend to make me feel better,” I said, pulling in front of her house.

I put the car in park, turned it off and ran to the door. I was breathing very slowly, and then I knocked on the door.

After that, I stepped back and looked away from it. “I feel like I lost my daughter. I just don’t know what the big deal was, because she clearly has an attraction to me too” I groaned, placing my hands on my hips.

I waited for a moment, but then I knocked again.

I continued to wait and looked in the window. “What the hell? Her car is out here, so where is she?” I whined, prior to glancing at the door.

A few seconds later, the door cracked open. “Hey, Kate, what’s going on? Why are you crying?” Lil asked, peeking at me.

“I’m sorry for just showing up, but can I come in and talk for a little while? I just need some time; you aren’t in the middle of anything, are you?”

“I’m a little busy right now, yes, but you’re my best friend, and I can see you are upset, just give me a minute,” she replied before closing the door.

I swallowed and waited another minute. I rubbed my face a few times and just tried to calm myself down a bit, but it wasn’t easy.

“Come on, Lil, I need to talk,” I grumbled, slapping my hands together.

“I’m sorry, Kate,” Lil said, opening the door. “I’ve just been tied up all day.”

“Is that why you are in your robe?”

“Yes.”

I came in, but couldn’t question her much more. I hurried to the living room and sat down. I still felt my shot nerves, but I fought it as I saw her sit down with me.

“What’s wrong, Kate?”

“Is it wrong for me to cheat on Chase, but with Rose?”

She bit down on her bottom and leaned her head back. I could already tell it was a loaded question for her, but I need to hear her wisdom.

“Well, I don’t know, Kate. That is probably the grayest area you get into when it comes to cheating. You already love Rose, and she loves you, but I think if you did want to be with her, you’d have to tell Chase,” she mentioned, placing her palm on my leg. “I was with you two at least once, and I could definitely feel the connections with you two. This is why you are crying though?”

“Rose rejected me; she thought it would just be wrong for us to get involved. She didn’t want to do that to her dad.”

I had no idea what would fall out of her mouth next, but I had to wait her out.

Although, after a moment, I hit the couch and got up. “You agree with Rose, don’t you? You’re rubbing your face and trying to hide your smirk.”

“I guess, Kate,” she answered, getting up with me. “You have to respect her wishes, no matter how hard that might be,” she reminded me, taking her hands in mine. “You never know what might happen down the line. Something could happen, or maybe you could just tell Chase that you want to have sex with her. Although, just asking her to do it while you are still married and under Chase’s nose seems to not be in the cards. Maybe you need to give her some time, but I don’t think you should lose hope.”

“I want to believe you, but why, Lil?”

“If you love her that much, then it will happen. Shit happens in mysterious ways, so keep hope, Kate. You are my best friend, and I want you to be happy. Besides…”

“Besides what, Lil?”

She stayed quiet for a moment, but then I heard the floor creak behind me.

“Mom, I’m getting lonely without you, are you going to be talking to Kate for much longer?” I heard Maria ask.

“Just a few minutes, honey. Kate is going through something right now and needs her best friend’s ear, I’ll be back shortly,” Lil answered, peeking over my shoulder.

“Okay, Mom, I’m sorry, Kate, I didn’t know.”

“It is alright, Maria,” I said, glancing back at her. “You are pretty much my second daughter.”

Maria waved to me for a few seconds and disappeared.

“What’s with her, Lil? She seems a little anxious to spend quality time with you. Was she just in a robe too?”

She calmly brought her lips to my right ear. “I’m having sex with Maria,” she whispered.

My pussy suddenly became wet as the thought of Maria and Lil having sex. I failed to utter a word, but my tongue did the talking as it started to drench my lips regularly. Then she brought her head back and looked at me.

“Really? You are hooking up with your daughter?”

She nodded, and then she undid her robe. “I’ve been naked all day, and we’ve been fucking nonstop.”

“Mom, you shouldn’t just show her the goods,” Maria pointed out, coming into the living room.

“I’m sorry, sexy lady,” Lil said, picking up her robe.

“We at least have to wear robes when we have company,” Maria stated, coming towards us.

She put it back on, but then Maria met her mom right in front of me. In the span of five seconds, they wrapped their arms around one another and pasted their lips together. My jaw nearly dropped off my face, and I immediately felt my juice flowing down my legs.

“Holy shit, you two are kissing each other passionately, and even using tongue. Fuck me, is this for real?”

After another moment, Lil’s lips parted from Maria’s. “Yep,” she mentioned, getting behind Maria. “I’m fucking my daughter, Kate, and having a good time doing it. You could say we’re really taking our mother/daughter relationship up to some sexy new limits,” she explained, bringing her hands to Maria’s breasts. 

I just viewed them for a moment as I drooled a bit. I couldn’t formulate words, because I was just stunned.

“Surprised?” Lil pondered.

“Yes, Lil, you are feeling up your daughter right now.”

“I know, Kate. Would you like me to take off this robe so she can do it on my bare tits?”

No one said a word, but my eyes widened as much as they could. I felt to be in a dream all of a sudden, but yet the sight in front of me seemed to be real. They were, in fact, hooking up and had that same chemistry I had with Rose.

Then I just had to sit down and try to process the whole thing while staring at the floor. Whether I liked it or not, Lil was screwing her daughter, and I couldn’t figure out on how to screw mine. After a moment, I heard more kissing sounds.

“Holy shit, you are intoxicating, babe,” Lil moaned while kissing Maria.

“I know, Mommy.”

I had to peek back at them and watch. Even with my eyes wide open, I just saw Rose and I making out as passionately as possible. My pussy flooded and my entire body vibrated only from the scene set in front of me.

“Yes, kiss each other as mothers and daughters shouldn’t,” I muttered, calmly letting my right hand into my shorts.

I was sure they heard me, but they just kept making out. Lil and Maria both rubbed one another’s faces and arms nonstop for over five minutes. I felt my soaked pussy and scrubbed it myself even with my shorts and panties still on.

About four minutes into their make-out session, I saw Lil grab onto the sash of Maria’s robe, tugged on it for a few seconds, then her robe opened up.

“Fuck me; I can see your pussy now, Maria.”

They kept going at it for that last moment before Maria let the robe off entirely and then her lips came off her mom’s. She peeked at me and slathered her lips as she viewed me with my hand down my shorts.

“I saw Rose’s video, Kate,” Maria let me know, lowering herself to her knees. “I must say, you have one sexy daughter. How was your date?” she asked, positioning her palms on my legs.

“What?” I questioned, glimpsing at Lil. “Did you tell her everything?”

 “Kate,” Lil said, getting right behind Maria. “We have to talk about something when we’re not having sex. We should also tell you that her video is kind of responsible for us hooking up.”

“Yes, I never thought of my mom as a sexual woman, but I walked in the door when she was masturbating. Anyway, let’s just say I saw her pleasuring herself to Rose’s video, and I developed a crush. One thing led to another, and we’ve been going at it nonstop for days now. We definitely know how to please each other. Even though we haven’t been together for very long, we’ve unmistakably sparked some real sexual chemistry and have a much better relationship already,” Maria explained before she took my hands in hers. “I’ve eaten my mom’s pussy over twenty times now, and every single time I do, I feel like I’m connecting to her soul. I’ve never had so much fun having sex with someone before, so I can imagine how you feel. Rose is a beautiful woman, and she loves you, so give her some time. If you like her in that way even half as much as I like my mom like that, then she is worth waiting for, Kate. When you get the chance, I certainly hope you take her around the world. Make your daughter feel like she is the only person in your life because that’s what my sexy mom has been doing for me.”

“You didn’t reject her though.”

“Maybe you just need to get your mind off her,” Maria suggested, calmly snagging my hands.

She slowly brought them over to her melons and lazily covered mine with hers. “Oh, I think you like that, Kate: feeling your goddaughter’s tits. You are one sick chick,” she said, caressing my hands.

I glared at her breasts and heard the floor creak again. I knew they were moving somewhat, so they were planning something. I couldn’t listen to them saying any words, but I was confident that they had some mother/daughter communication.

“I guess we’ll have to thank you for increasing the lady juice aroma on the couch, Kate,” Lil mentioned, reaching over to my boobs. “And thank you so much for getting our wheels going, because this hot piece of ass is quite a delight. I’d seriously be happy to stop dating, and stay with her.”

Maria’s head slowly turned to Lil. “Are you serious, Mom?”

“Yes, sweetheart,” Lil answered before she kissed her daughter. “You are drop dead gorgeous, you love me, and you clearly love the whole incest thing too.”

Maria suddenly turned to Lil and took her hands in hers. “Are you sue, Mom? I mean, could you just be on a high right now? All we’ve been doing is having sex and talking about us for the past couple days. I’m surprised we both can even walk, but you do want me to be your serious girlfriend?”

Lil kissed Maria. “If you’ll have me, babe. Of course, doing it with Rose and Kate was amazing, but you are my daughter, so you pounced on them. What about you though, Maria?”

Maria turned around, and they both let their hands go onto one another’s butts.

‘Well, seeing them go through this is making me feel a little better.’

“Well, if you want me, Mommy, then have me, because you are the best mom there is. I’ve never been with another woman, but you’ve officially made me better than a whole new woman. I love you more than I could ever describe,” Maria cried before kissing Lil again.

They made out as passionately as I could imagine, and I could tell that they loved each other. I found myself speechless though because it seemed out of this world. Their boobs went against each other, and they scrubbed one another’s butts too.

“Fuck me; you two are unbelievable. You two are going at it as I’ve never seen before. I wish you two all the best, and I will definitely keep your secret,” I said before a pause. “I’ll leave you two alone now,” I let them know before I got off the couch.

“Wait, where are you going now?” Maria pondered, peeking at me.

“It seems like you two need some time alone now,” I answered, nodding.

Maria stood up with me. “Yes, but we’re gonna have nothing, but time alone, Kate,” she corrected me, taking my hands in hers. “You’ve been a great godmother to me, so let us let us make you feel better.”

“By doing what though, Maria?”

Her hands calmly made the trip down to my shorts, and she immediately began rubbing my crotch. “How about you get naked and find out?”

I checked out her hooters for a few seconds, but then I glanced back at her lips. “May I kiss you first, Maria?”

She nodded and calmly undid my shorts. I instantly shook somewhat and felt my snatch let out some more juice. My feet also began tapping the floor frequently.

I slowly leaned towards her, but she backed away. “Before you kiss me though, you need to put your hands on my butt or my jugs. It is your call for which spot, but you have to pick one.”

“Fine,” I groaned, letting my palms on her butt.

She angled her head down slightly and blinked a few times.

“Oh, those are beautiful eyelashes, Maria.”

We stared and smiled for another minute before I calmly leaned back to her.  I closed my eyes and gently pressed my lips onto hers. We kissed each other rather slowly for about twenty seconds or so, but five seconds in, she let her hands onto my butt too.

‘You have a great daughter too, Lil.’

Her lips parted from mine. “How was that, Kate? Are you feeling alright, or do you think you might need more?”

“The second one.”

“Good,” she said, nicely grabbing onto my top.

She got it off me and pushed my shorts down. I stepped out of them and stood in just my undergarments.

“Well, Rose evidently gets her beauty from your side of the family,” Maria commended me, nonchalantly bringing her hands over to my back.

“Wait,” I objected, grabbing her arms. “What about your mom?”

“Don’t worry yourself,” Lil mentioned before kissing me. “My daughter is a handful, so you prepare yourself for a bumpy ride.”

I peeked back at Maria and then she unclasped my bra. It dropped to the floor, and so did she. I had to look at her again as she made eye contact with me once again. She gradually grabbed onto the side of my panties and brought them down. My figure rattled the whole time, but then I stepped out of them.

Maria rose back up with me. “Kate, you are naked,” she mentioned, examining my body. “And I certainly love this side of you.”

“Thank you,” I muttered, grinning.

She put her hand out. “Let’s go to our bedroom.”

I took it, and we all rushed our way to the bedroom. I couldn’t help, but to cheese. My slit leaked out juice like a fire hydrant, and my heartfelt to be bigger than ever. Even as I was still feeling sad about Rose, I loved the scenario I found myself in at the moment.

As we got in there, I immediately sat down. “I never thought of myself as a woman that would do this kind of thing.”

“Good,” Lil mentioned, sitting next to me.

I glanced at her, and she swiftly brought her lips to mine, and she grabbed onto both of my thighs. I couldn’t help, but to bring my hands to her breasts. I squeezed them slightly, and closed my eyes, but then I felt some fingers on my twat.

‘Am I really getting involved with a mother and daughter right now?’ I thought before opening one eye to confirm Maria was finger fucking me.

I felt great physically, but I had to part my lips from Lil’s. “Just please don’t Rose find out about this,” I pleaded, going back and forth between them. “Even if I do have to wait for her, I don’t think she’ll like this, and I might just blow it to be with her again.”

“We understand, Kate, there is no need to be worrisome,” Maria alerted me, bringing her mouth towards my left boob.

Lil placed her head on my shoulder and watched her daughter open her mouth. My nipple entered Maria’s mouth, and she immediately began sucking on it.

“Go ahead, place your hands on the back of her head and let her know how much you appreciate her pleasuring, Kate. Pretend it is Rose if you want, I’m sure Maria won’t have an issue with that, but enjoy the thrill,” she whispered before a pause where she wrapped her arms around me. “Oh, I can tell you like that, because I recognize that face. Trust me; I know just how good she can be, so don’t even fight the urge to go nuts. Just let that freak flag out and let my drop-dead gorgeous daughter please you.”

Although, then Maria’s mouth drifted off my nipple. “Mom, you think I’m that beautiful?”

“Of course, babe,” Lil answered, getting down on her knees with her.

They kissed once before Maria let my nipple back into her mouth. As she did, Lil pressed her breasts onto her daughter’s back, and I even noticed that her hands made it to Maria’s slit as well. Of course, that gave Maria the idea to let her fingers onto my pussy too.

“I know I’m biased, but you one extraordinary sexy woman, Maria. Why else would I propose that we be a real couple, sweetie? I want to get between your legs for as long as possible. It is steaming hot to see you making Kate feel good, so be the best daughter you can be, and make her cum. Make her not think so much about Rose, but about exploring her lesbian side. Help her to discover all the sexual arousals she has buried deep inside.”

“For fuck sakes, Lil,” I groaned. “Shut the hell up and take my other nipple.”

“Yes, best friend,” Lil said lovingly before she calmly made her way to it.

From one second to the next, I felt a mother and daughter suddenly cheering me up with their mouths. I never placed my hands on Maria’s head before, but as I did the math in my head, I couldn’t help, but to let a palm land both of their heads.

I still felt Maria’s fingers wowing me, but of course, Lil couldn’t resist the temptation to join her daughter by placing a couple of fingers towards the bottom of my slit. Maria caressed the top and Lil scrubbed the bottom portion of my lips.

“Holy shit, you two are a match made in heaven,” I let out, rubbing their heads.

I made the bed quake, sweated like I was in a sauna and all of my insides seemed to be draining as well. Even with Lil’s words in my head, I couldn’t help, but to fight the pleasure a bit. I twitched as my body tingled from each passing lick, suck and pussy play from them.

‘I’m giving the bed my juice, and them my love it seems. I love these two, but fuck, I want Rose so much more. She is my match made in heaven; maybe if I get good enough in bed, I can at least get her to let me sway her. These two sure know how to suck on nipples. My skin feels it is boiling, but everything inside feels to be cooling down quickly.’

That went on for over five minutes, but I managed to keep myself on the bed. Although, then Maria’s lips drifted off my nipple again and her lips came up to mine. She kissed, and we made out. I failed to make any move at all; I just let them take the lead and prepare myself for the ride.

“Did you rock Rose’s world?”

“Yes, the most I could anyway.”

“I’m sure you made your role as her mom well known and made sure to take care of her needs like no one else ever would.”

“Yes.”

“You know, you are quite enticing too, godmother, now why don’t you lie down?”

I did it willingly, and they both followed me. Lil’s mouth failed to come off my nipple even for a second, but then Maria kissed me on the lips again. Then she made her way down on my body going just a few inches with each kiss.

After a moment, I peeked down at her and watched her arrive right at my pussy. I vibrated once again, but then Lil’s mouth came off my nipple. She brought her hands under my right leg and lifted it up. She pushed my leg up a bit and made it a point straight at the ceiling.

She stayed at my side, kept my leg up and watched Maria lean down to my slit. She failed to make eye contact with me, and she just let her fingers onto it. She rubbed my lips going back and forth slowly, which enhanced the pleasure.

“Oh, you are insanely sexy, Maria.”

“Don’t tease our guest though, babe, she wants to be thrilled, so do it, and she’ll be eating out of our hands.”

“Okay, Mommy,” Maria replied before she let her tongue out.

It landed down right in the center of my lips, and she licked my clit in a single stroke.

“Yes, just like that,” I muttered, shuddering around. “Rose licked me like that a thousand times on our date.”

“If that’s already hitting your ceiling, it is going to be an incredibly bumpy ride,” Lil warned me before kissing me. “She is dynamite, to say the least.”

Maria brought out her ‘A’ game and sped up her licking thrusts. She licked me faster than Rose did, but of course, she wasn’t my daughter. That certainly didn’t stop me from loving every single second of Maria’s thrilling.

As time went on, I shook more and made Lil have to hold onto my leg harder and harder. I closed my eyes and lied back as far as I could. I felt Maria’s tongue and fingers making me feel like I was back on my date with Rose.

I brought my hands to my breasts, but my right one was quickly pushed off. I didn’t open my eyes, but I was sure that Lil did it because then I felt a mouth come down on my nipple again. She instantly sucked on it, but rather slowly.

“Once again, you two make a great combo, a perfect mother/daughter mix that I love. Please, don’t stop, not either of you.”

Neither of them showed any signs of stopping, but I couldn’t help, but to beg them not to stop. I just moaned over and over again as I tried to deal with the pleasure. They unequivocally opened up my lesbian side, and there was no closing it.

Feeling the intense pleasure from both of them was mind-blowing. As I attempted to add it all up in my head, I just felt stupid so to speak. I nearly thought that I was in a sexual dream, but I certainly knew this was all real.

“Yes, dear daughter, make this MILF cum. Make her cum like you’ve made me shoot. Do it not because I’m ordering you to, but because you love your godmother. You love her so much that you want to invite Rose into this bedroom, don’t you? You don’t just want Kate in here with us; you want another mother/daughter combo in here don’t you?”

“Yes, Mommy.”

“Good, young daughter,” she let out, placing her hand on Maria’s head. “We can be mother and daughter and girlfriends. We can invite Kate and Rose in here if you’d fancy, but I don’t think we need anyone else. I’m sure between the four of us; we can be delighted.”

“Yes, Mommy.”

Then Lil released my leg and laid the top half of her body onto mine. Our boobs clashed, and she brought her face within only a couple of inches of mine. After staring for a moment, she kissed me. I couldn’t help, but to bring my hands to the back of her head.

We made out like pros for over three minutes, but I had to fight with every fiber of my being not to cum all over her daughter’s face. I didn’t want the sex to end, but it had to sooner or later.

“Fuck, I do love you both,” I cried, kissing her.

“Let it out, Kate,” Lil moaned, keeping her lips on mine. “There is no shame in cumming before you are ready.”

I shed several tears and just released my juice to Maria’s face. “Shit!” I screeched, keeping my lips close to Lil’s.

The pleasure became dangerously more intense with each passing second. My pussy hurt and seemed to burn too, but I still found myself loving it. I could only really determine that it was like the situation with Rose because I loved them.

I wasn’t sure how long it all lasted, but all I needed was just a few seconds. Just a few seconds where I could let that sexual freak fly and get that prize too. Although, after the first drop exited my slit, I remembered it was not my dream woman though.

“Fuck,” I muttered, covering my face with my both hands.

I had to imagine it was Rose receiving the juice, but even as Maria did it for me, I still found myself satisfied. They knew to give me a minute to catch my breath too.

“I think she liked it, babe, you made your second mommy cum,” Lil mentioned.

“Only because I love her just as much as my mommy.”

“You do, Maria?” I asked, uncovering my face.

“Yes,” Maria answered, climbing up towards me. “And your juice too.”

Lil moved off me, and Maria laid her body on me. She kissed me many times all over my face, and everyone stayed silent the time being. I let my hands come onto her butt, and I caressed it a bit too. The mattress moved slightly, so I knew that Lil had gotten off the bed.

I moved a little hair out of Maria’s eyes. “Maria, I just want my daughter so badly.”

“Don’t worry, the best things in life are worth waiting for, Kate,” she reminded me before kissing me. “Now, maybe we can do something else for you now,” she said before she got off me.

I found myself intrigued even though I still had Rose on my mind, so I leaned back up and saw them both over towards the dresser. “Are you both putting on strap-ons now?”

“Yes, but worry, we have some lube for your holes.”

“Maria, did you say ‘Holes.’?”

“Yes,” she answered as they both came back to the bed.

Maria got on my left and Lil got on my right. I knew what was coming, so I felt the anticipation.

Maria let her right hand on my leg. “Kate, promise me that you won’t lose faith in getting back with Rose, if you want it that badly, then you can’t lose hope. My mom and I firmly want it for you, even though you’d be cheating on Chase,” she spoke before kissing me. “Mother/daughter sex is remarkable, so don’t lose faith. I know how great it is not just because I’ve shared it with my mom, but because she allowed me to do so. You have to wait until Rose allows you as well. Once you do, all the bullshit, waiting and anticipation will be worth it.”

“Aren’t all three of those things really the same thing, Maria?” 

“Maybe,” she replied before kissing me.

I felt the mattress move slightly again, so I peeked over at Lil and saw her lying down on her back.

“Go and get my mom, Kate.”

I smirked somewhat and calmly leaned over to Lil. I kissed her once and placed my right hand on her boob too. Our lips stayed together for a moment as I reached down towards the dildo. I grabbed onto it, but just squeezed it for the time being.

“You love me, Kate?”

“Yes, a little bit.”

“Good to know,” she said before pushing me off her.

I smiled, and she immediately came up onto her knees. She put her hand out, and I took it.

She peeked down and grabbed onto the dildo. “I love you too, just more than a little bit,” she announced, guiding it towards my pussy. “We both just got pregnant, but we both got wonderful daughters out of it. Although, if we didn’t, we could have hooked up sooner or later.”

“Although, she loves you more than she could tell you,” Maria mentioned, pushing me slightly.

As a result, the dildo slid right into my twat.

“Oh, fuck yes, that is so much thicker than Chase’s cock,” I moaned, shaking around.

Lil helped herself to my jugs with both hands and squeezed them firmly. She also laid a long string of kisses all over my chest. I had to place both of my hands on her head and caress it as she pleasured me.

The dildo failed to move much, but it didn’t need to at the moment. I looked at Lil’s face as she kept her eyes on mine. Then Maria even pressed her melons on my back and kissed my neck a bunch of times too.

She came to my right ear. “Enjoy my mommy, godmother. Let your breasts come onto hers and kiss her too.”

Then we suddenly encased our arms around each other and kissed one another a few times too. Her hands moved down to my butt and brushed it slowly. It might the intimacy go up even more, and I felt the head of Maria’s dildo gliding all over my back.

The emotional spike was that was needed, but of course, Maria came back to my ear. “May I?”

“What, Maria?” I asked, failing to look at her.

She shoved both of us down, so Lil fell to her back. “I want to fill up your other hole, Kate,” she admitted, guiding it to that hole. “I hope you like it,” she mentioned before it took shelter in my asshole.

“Holy shit, Maria, you are one kinky bitch,” I whined, leaning down to Lil.

“That’s my daughter, slut,” Lil moaned through her teeth.

I angled myself back up and then Maria encased her arms around my stomach. Even in that position, they both were able to start thrusting their dildos in and out of my twat. I also help to hold myself up and just tried to endure all the physical pleasure too.

I kept my hands down on Lil’s melons and seemed to squeeze them every time I felt one of the dildos go back in one of my holes. Of course, Maria also kept pushing her knockers onto my back as well.

“You two are the perfect storm, and I do feel better, thanks to you. I swear, if I get Rose back in my bed, I’ll be in your debt forever. Anything you want, it is yours.”

“Give us a million dollars then, hussy,” Maria giggled. 

“Okay, as soon as I win the lottery.”

“Fine, smug bitch,” Maria let out, letting her hands down to my butt. “Just for making us wait, I’m gonna do this,” she announced before she let the dildo out most of the way and shoved back into my asshole.

“Oh, fuck yes, Maria, that hurts so good,” I sobbed. “I fucking love you, sexy bitch. Just keep going now until I can’t take it anymore, and spank me too.”

“Oh, you kinky harlot, Kate,” Lil moaned, placing her palms on my tits. “We both love those of quirky women, don’t we, Maria?”

“What are you saying, Mom, you want to invite other women into this bedroom?”

“Maybe, but let’s just focus on this one for right now, babe.”

Hearing them both go back and forth was quite the treat all by itself, so I felt some more tingles going throughout my body. I felt like I just got out of a pool and my organs seemed like they’d go out at any second.

Although, there was no way I was going to stop the fun. I was having a lot of fun, and indeed the only thing that could have enhanced it was if Rose joined us. I settled for just letting them pleasure me for the time being, but I couldn’t get my daughter off my mind.

“Are you crying, Kate?” Lil pondered.

I instantly wiped away my tears and peeked at her. I blew her a kiss, and she immediately returned the favor. She already knew exactly what the issue was, but didn’t ask me to confirm it. She just kept gratifying me along with her daughter and stopped at nothing to make me feel good.

“We’re getting closer now, Maria, so keep shoving that dildo into her twat deep,” Lil commanded Maria, jolting around as much as she could.

“Yes, Mommy, I love you.”

“I love you too, sweetheart, now more than ever. I swear, I just want to get into your panties forever, Maria. It might have a large helping of incest, but love is the main dish here. I’ll treat you right too, Maria. The only way a mother can when she is in love with her daughter. Not just loves her, but is in love with her too.”

“Okay, Mommy.”

I bit my bottom lip and attempted to suppress my tears, but their words suddenly make my feelings take a turn.

“Shit,” I sobbed, covering my face with both hands.

I just started balling a bit, and they both suddenly ceased movement. I just hid my face and failed to communicate with them for a couple of minutes as the mother/daughter combo both maintained their positions.

“I’m sorry, you two,” I wept, uncovering my face. “I know you two had the best of intentions, but what you two just related to each other just tugged my heartstrings a little too much,” I let them know, slanting my head down.

“It is quite alright, special lady,” Lil made clear, enveloping her arms around me. “I guess it is fair to say you love Rose just as I love Maria. It is nothing to be ashamed of, but it looks like you are gonna be in for an uphill battle,” she mentioned, caressing my back. “I’m sorry we can’t just make Rose want to be with you, but we can offer you this: you may come and see us any time you want. If you want to have sex, or just talk, we’ll be here for you, we promise. You are our #1, right, Maria?”

“Yes, Mom.”

I smiled somewhat and then Lil transported her lips to mine. We made out as lesbian lovers so to speak, and both dildos stayed in my holes. Neither of them moved, but they still made me tense up just a little bit.

“Holy shit, Mom, it couldn’t be sexier to see you kiss any other woman. My two moms are making out like sexual ninjas and making me hot as hell. Yes, Kate, come over whenever the hell you want. My mom and I could always use another woman in the bedroom,” Maria moaned, pushing her melons on my back.

We went on for over five minutes before her lips parted from mine. “Would you like to kiss my daughter, Kate?”

“Sure, Lil.”

Then they both let out the dildos from me, and I gradually turned around to Maria. She took the liberty of placing her hands on my butt and then her boobs on mine too.

She kissed me for a second. “Pretend I’m Rose if you want, I won’t deny you that, Kate. Just close your eyes and kiss me now.”

“Okay, Maria,” I muttered before positioning my palms on her butt as well. “I promise, I will always love you,” I made clear before I pasted my lips to hers.

We stayed close the whole time and made out as passionately as possible too. I did indeed close my eyes and picture Rose. I couldn’t help it, but even if I didn’t get Maria’s permission, I was going to do it anyway.

‘Yes, Rose, let your mommy be your woman, just like Lil is to Maria. I want to be your fuck buddy, lover, and mother too. Once you allow me to be all three, then we’ll be the perfect couple, just like those two. If you just let me get into your panties anytime I want, I’ll easily return the favor to you, sexy woman. I’ll do it, even though it means I’d be cheating on your dad. I don’t care, you’ve been my #1 since the day you were born.’

Maria’s lips slowly drifted off mine. “You are a wonderful woman, Kate. You undoubtedly deserve to be with Rose if you want her.”

“Thank you, goddaughter; I guess I’ll have to make sure she is comfortable and ready for me first. If you are this confident, then it has got to happen sooner or later.”

“Well, when you do, you have to bring her over here. You got to see another mother and daughter go at it, so it is only fair that you show it to us too.”

“Okay, Maria,” I whispered before I hugged her.

We all stayed silent for a moment as I felt Maria’s body like never before. Of course, it had a sexual edge to it, but it was indeed more emotional and not to so physical. I felt my heart connect to Maria’s in a way, but even then, I still had to let go of her.

“Would you like to go another round, godmother?”

“Yes, but then I have to go.”

“Okay,” Maria said before she pasted her lips on mine.

‘Fuck it,’ I thought, placing my hands on her butt. ‘I’ll just call this a half jackpot.’

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It’s the ultimate male fantasy, every horny red blooded American male’s dream cum true. The situation every guy dreams and fantasizes and would give his immortal soul to experience at least once in his life. It is the worthy and admirable goal everyone strives for but for which most except the privileged few ever are fortunate to attain.

What am I talking about, well making it with two hot and sexy women of course. And not only that, but becoming their regular sex partner for life. However, that is only the beginning.

What makes it even more sweet and delicious is the fact that these two ladies are related. “Twins?” you may be asking yourselves, well not quite but just as good. It would happen to be a mother-daughter tag team, but from looking at them, you would swear they were almost sisters, and not mother and daughter.

What would you say if I was to tell you that not only are the two lovely hot sexy wanton sex vixens are not only related to each other but are also related to me. The mother is my very own aunt(my mom’s baby sister) and the daughter would be my cousin.

I can imagine that you are either thinking one of two things to yourselves. The first one would be “You sick bastard, you need psycho help. How hard up can you be to fuck your very own relatives and your mom’s sister for Christ’s sake?”

However, it is quite possible that you could be thinking to yourselves “Hell, you lucky ass mother fucker dog. How can I get action like that?”

If you are in the first camp, the one who thinks I would be a sicko, then I suggest you quit reading now and take your closed mind and read something flowery or wholesome, because this story ain’t for you.

However, if you are one of the few who are open minded enough to fathom or contemplate the joys of incestual sex, then read on because you are one of the enlightened few who posses the open mind to enjoy fine erotic literature like this. Hell, you may even gain some ideas from my story.

Even if you are in the middle and of the road and not sure which way to think, go ahead and read on. Who knows, you may just enjoy it and find yourself spanking your monkey and wanting more. It could be the rebirth into a whole new world of thinking about sex. You never know until you read.

Anywhoo, enough with the intro and lets get on with the story. It all began a few years ago, almost three to be exact. I was 24 at the time and had just finished college and was looking for something to do while going to grad school to earn my Masters in Computer Information Systems and Network Design. The best route I was told would to be to earn my MBA with an emphasis on the two areas.

Mom suggested that I go live with Aunt Candice and her daughter and while there, work for Aunt Candice at her multinational advertising and publishing firm. That would give me the work experience I needed plus it would help me find a job after graduation, seeing that I was her nephew and after all everyone knows that in today’s job market, its not what but WHO you know that gets you that first big break.

In addition for me being able to get that all important first job, mom had more of a selfish motive for me going to live with Aunt Candice… she wanted to know how Aunt Candice was doing and keep tabs on her and wanted me to be her eyes ears. In other words I was going to be a snoop.

I guess you couldn’t blame mom because Aunt Candice had always been the rebel of the family and in her parents eyes could do nothing right, a fact that she had reminded countless times.

But most of all, she wanted to get as far away as she could from her parent’s puritanical prudish and self righteous “holier than thou” snooty attitude, so at age 16, she ran away from home and moved to a large city in the mid west.

She lied about her age and became a stripper and hooker and not only that at age 17 she found herself with a new baby girl who she named Brandi. To make ends meet she became a nude model as well as a high price call girl. but soon got burned out.

Aunt Candice(who for the rest of the story will now be referred to as simply “Candi”) soon found herself in a world of hurt. She was just turning 18 years old and had an 18 month old baby but no way to have people care for her while she worked.

Soon she found herself out of modeling jobs as well as a “dates” because neither of the industries wanted children at their place so she had to go back to turning tricks for what ever she could get.

However, all would not be as bad as it would appear for in her darkest hour, fate took mercy on her and smiled down sending her a guardian angel, or at least at the time was. The 50 year old man was independently wealthy and owned his own publishing and advertising firm. He was a lonely widower and Candi was a lonely single mom the perfect match, or so they thought.

The man who’s name was Frank Worthington agreed marry Aunt Candi and adopt Brandi and raise her as his very own. However, there were a few stipulations to the agreement.

First of all, Candi was to become a “respectable wife.” This meant that Candi was to quit her present line of work as well as get her high school education and a college degree.

Also Candi was to stay married to him for as long as they both lived and Brandi was never to know that he wasn’t her father as long as he was alive. Candi agreed and they were soon married.

As a last request, Frank wanted Candi to have her tubes tied and Candi agreed because she knew she didn’t want any more children and Frank was too old to raise kids.

For the first five to seven years, the marriage was fine. The sexual intimacy was there, although Frank wasn’t the sex crazed fiend that Candi had hoped her would be. He would be intimate once or twice a week but then was the kind that would either roll over and go to sleep or get up and go about his day.

However, after the first couple of years the intimacy tapered off until it was no more except a kiss on the cheek, if that much. Also during this time Candi earned her high school equivalency and attained her degree in Marketing and Management with a minor in advertising.

She began working on her MBA and eventually finished it and soon became Chief Operating Officer of the company(number 2 in command just under Uncle Frank).

Even though she was able to accomplish that great feat in life, fate threw her a curve ball in the relationship department. Soon Frank began taking out of town trips and would be gone for nearly 9 months out of the year most of the time, the longest stretch being 7 months at once while overseas.

Candi was left running the business but seeing that she was in charge and that Brandi was the most important thing in her life she ran the business from home and hired as day to day operations manager.

This would allow her to spend quality time with Brandi and she would be home when Brandi got home from school and during the summer months they would have all their time together.

Since Frank was gone, Candi and Brandi became very, very close almost like bosom buddies instead of mother and daughter. This was important during Brandi’s formative years.

Also, I would spend summers with them and most every weekend seeing at the time Mom and our family were now living only an hour away.

Even though Candi was the prodigal and her parents and other siblings had pretty much written her off, Mom just couldn’t. She was blood and no matter what, families stuck together. So needless to say, we moved where we could be close to Candi, just in case she or Brandi would need us.

I would grow up with Brandi and we would become fast friends. I would be her “big brother” since I was nearly 4 years older than her and would take up for her as well as a good solid male role model, seeing that Uncle Frank was now gone so much.

My dad would also “adopt” her and Candi as his own and help out any way he could and became a second father to Brandi.

We were a close family at least for a while. However, that closeness would soon be put to the test. Mom’s parents soon became too ill to take care of themselves so we moved back east. I was 15 at the time(just a few months shy of my 16th birthday) and Brandi had just turned 12.

That would be the last time I would see either one of them for 8 years and what a world of changes those 8 years would bring. First of all, tragedy would strike Candi and Brandi 9 months afterwards. Uncle Frank would die in a plane crash.

Mom tried to get Candi to come back east there was too many bad memories there and she was the stubborn one and decided to stay put.

Anyway she now had made her life here and had a large company to run and Uncle Frank had left her well off so she was set for life financially with her huge house paid for and a life insurance annuity that paid her almost a half mill per year for the next 40 years.

That was on top of what she was already making in her publishing firm which was booming and expanding and bringing in an annual profit of almost 35 million per year, with her salary being 1.44 million. So needless to say, she was not hurting at least for money that is.

However, even though she was not hurting financially, deep inside, Candi was still empty. Even though she had been married, it had for the most part been a “marriage from hell” emotionally and intimately speaking.

Frank was not the kind to want sex and had been preoccupied with work. Candi was left to dildoes and one night stands and office romances to fill the emptiness inside. However this would not work and soon she would become depressed and eat and get into that vicious cycle until she reached over 250 pounds.

Although Candi was a beautiful woman in the face, not too many people wanted to have sex with a fat woman so she retreated inside herself and work spending time only with Brandi until Brandi turned 16.

What was it that turned Candi around it was a radical transformation that would wake her up and make her reborn? Here is how it unfolds.

One Friday night while Brandi was off at cheerleading camp Candi was feeling sorry for herself and getting drunk and stoned while watching the late night infomercials.

She had polished off a fifth of whiskey and was on her 3rd joint and sailing high when she happened to see a self-help guru on the tube. He was asking the people if they were happy and if not, how they could become happy by following his plan.

She found herself ordering his book and tapes and when she sobered up she thought better of it but something inside told her to listen and she did and from that day on she changed her life.

The first thing she did was to do was visit her doctor and he put her on an exercise regimen and fat blocker which would help her lose weight. He also prescribed a “diet guideline” for her to go by for her to use as reference.

The doctor also suggested she do exercises she enjoyed so she began belly dancing along with Brandi.

Candi also went back to stripping but this time it was different. Candi was now the owner of the club and danced because she wanted to and not out of the need for money.

She purchased a gentleman’s club near the state line(about 20 minutes away) that had been closed and completely renovated it to where it was now a show palace.

She set her own hours and came and went as she pleased hiring a manger to run the place day to day. She also became the DJ which was something she liked doing. “Eden’s Garden of Delights” as the club was known as soon became a huge success and people from neighboring cities and even neighboring states came visited and spent money hand over fist.

Candi also turned to Brandi for support during her “rebirth” and Brandi was more than happy to help. Brandi was so glad that her mom was coming out of her depression and “moving on with life.” Brandi would become her coach and support mechanism on Candi’s road to self-improvement.

As a result, she and Brandi developed an unspeakable bond that went beyond mother daughter, beyond friends and beyond sisters. They were practically soul mates and were inseparable confiding in each other from everything from clothing and fashion to what was going on in their lives, including their intimate sex lives.

Many a night during the first summer of Candi’s recovery, she and Brandi would stay up to the wee hours in the morning wearing nothing but night shirts and panties drinking, smoking cigarettes and giggling like school girls as Candi would share about her wild sex exploits and Brandi would listen intently.

Brandi would also tell her about the boys she was interested in and confessed that she was no longer a virgin. Candi was not surprised but cautioned Brandi to be careful and not make the same mistakes she did. Candi also suggested that Brandi go on the pill and Brandi confessed she already was.

The intimacy they shared over the next two years was beyond words and bordered dangerously close to incestual love and would soon cross that line but not for a long time.

During this time also, Brandi was becoming interested in her mom’s work and at age 16, Candi let Brandi begin working in the club she owned. She had connections that obtained Brandi a fake ID.

At first Brandi was a cocktail waitress and sometimes DJ’ed, especially when her mom got up to dance. Brandi was naturally a ham and loved to talk so this gave her a chance to express herself and she became quite good at it.

When Brandi was 17, she decided wanted to try her hand at dancing but only in an act with her mom. Her mom cautioned her to think it over and Brandi did and so Candi let her begin dancing.

By now, Candi had lost 125 pounds and was back to her original body, the body she had at age 16. As a result. Candi and Brandi worked up several acts and performed them on stage to the delight of the crowds.

Some of the acts were “fairly tame” while some others were more sexy and seductive. Of course they had one or two that on rare occasions “brought down the house” and were down right raunchy as you could get without them actually performing sexual acts but was close.

They would dance around each other while naked simulating sex acts on each other from eating each other’s pussies to dry humping on stage to hot 69 sessions.

For a few months the simulated acts were just that, simulated. However one night, shortly after Brandi turned 18, they ceased being make believe and became real ending up in the crowd going wild and cheering and throwing money on them like it was going out of style.

Neither Candi or Brandi knew how or when they crossed that line but once they did, there was no turning back and they were lovers for life making that act their premier and for 150 dollars they would perform it privately for whoever wanted to watch whether man or woman.

However that is another story for another time and this side point sets the background and stage for the events that would happen in the main part of the story.

Anyway, that January mom had arranged for me to leave near the beginning of the summer (the last of May). During the months leading up to my I began talking on the phone with Candi and Brandi and also started chatting with them online every night.

Also, I sent them a picture and was able to let them see me when we chat, seeing that I had a web cam but Brandi didn’t, well at least that is what she told me.

She wanted to be sneaky and see what I looked like without me seeing her. Come to find out that their motive was to surprise me when I arrived at the train station.

Well the big day would arrive when I would make the 700 mile trip to the Midwest. The train would leave on a Thursday and take me to a medium sized town North of Chicago where Brandi and Candi lived.

Mom suggested I take the late train so I would arrive the following morning so with luggage packed and teary goodbyes; I boarded the 6:25 train for the 14 hour train ride.

It was shortly after 7:30 Friday morning when got my stuff together just as the train was coming to the stop. I packed and got ready to disembark ready to meet Candi and Brandi.

As I got off the train, I saw a number of people waiting around but did not recognize anyone that I knew. I did however see them but did not realize who they were.

As I gathered my luggage, I saw these two sexy sumptuous vixens that could pass for sisters. The older one looked to weigh around 125 pounds and stood about 5’7” tall with short blonde hair that you could tell that definitely had been dyed blonde. She measured about 36C-24-36 and had on an outfit that showed off every curve of her sumptuous body.

The outfit consisted of a white ribbed material halter top and tight, tight cut off faded denim shorts that hugged the woman’s ass and showed off her long well-toned legs.

The pants were so tight that you could see the outline of her crotch and the halter top was cut in a low v-neck and displayed an ample amount of cleavage and once you were close enough the material allowed you to see through and it was evident that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

The other vixen that was with her was slightly taller(maybe 5’9) and had sandy blond hair. She measured similar with nice big tits(36C-24-34). She was wearing a fairly seductive outfit but it was a bit dressier than the other lady’s was.

Just think of a school girl outfit and you would have a good picture. The top was a white short sleeved ribbed pull over sweater however, the sweater was a midriff instead of waist length.

The skirt was made of a dark indigo blue rugged denim material that was quite short, about halfway between her knees and hips, barely covering the girl’s ass.

The skirt also was slit on both sides all the way up to the hips. Lastly, instead of wearing shoes, she had on dark brown boots that came up to her thighs.

As I walked by, I noticed they were checking me out. I could see that they both had their sunglasses halfway down and were definitely liking what they saw. They had a now had a sign up that said “Jason Miller” and I knew it was them.

As I approached them, I hardly recognized Aunt Candi. She had changed a lot since the last time I saw her. She had lost that weight and had cut her hair short and died it blonde.

Also Brandi had grown up quite well. She was no longer that knobby kneed scrawny little girl I knew. She was now a very sumptuous 20 year old woman.

“Aunt Candice,” I said hesitantly. “Yes sweetie, its me,” Candi said with a smile running up to hug me. She pressed her warm body next to mine and I felt her firm tits press into my chest as she squeezed me tight.

Also, if I wasn’t mistaken, I felt her crotch rub up against mine, more than just once but quite regularly as she was attempting to feel my cock that was already growing.

“I am so glad to see you darling,” Candi said as she held me tight. “Let me look at you,” she added as she stood back with her hands on my forearms.

Candi hugged me again just as tight and this time there was no mistaking it, she was definitely grinding her crotch against mine. Candi also did something that took me by surprise, she kissed me.

“How strange is that,” you may be asking yourselves. “Every Aunt has kissed her nephew 1000’s of times. That’s nothing unusual.”

Well that is true but however this was no ordinary “Aunt type of peck on the cheek” like you would normally expect, instead, it was a full kiss on the lips, and not only that but a long deep sensual probing kiss that lasted for a good 20-30 seconds.

After she broke the kiss, she took me by the hand and led me over to Brandi who was standing there with her sunglasses off and definitely giving me the eye and checking me out.

“Bet you don’t know who this is sweetie,” Candi said with a sly grin. “Brandi,” I said hesitantly. “Yep cuz, its me,” Brandi replied.

Continue…………………..

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After being pulled away from her friends played a risky card game with a group of lesbians that led Sarah to discover a new side to herself.

Sarah didn’t mind being in a house full of lesbians because it was far better than staying outside in the rain. She didn’t have anything against lesbians like her friends did and only pretended to be disgusted by them. Sarah knew nothing about them besides the typical lesbian stereotypes she often heard. The one that was holding her hand didn’t fit any of those stereotypes and she wouldn’t have guessed the girl was gay. When the woman grabbed her hand, she didn’t fully understand why she went with her or where the woman was taking her.

The wet loose top that she had on barely covered her breasts and had one of the four buttons undone to make her breasts more visible. They were the perfect size to attract men like a moth to a flame and anything more significant or smaller would take away from its overall beauty. She loved her large breasts and how she could use them to control men. She was also wearing a short black skirt because she loved showing off her sexy legs. She knew dressing this way with her flaming red hair would make her irresistible to men.

The girl holding her hand was a Latino with an athletic body around her age. She was surprised by how attractive a lesbian girl could be, and even the one who opened the door was also gorgeous. Sarah would never admit that she never noticed the other lesbians who took her friends away because she was mesmerized by the Latino beauty. It would be too shameful for her to say out loud that she thought a lesbian was cute or that she checked an ass out that belonged to one.

It wasn’t because she could never admit that another girl was pretty, and it had more to do with being a girl admiring a lesbian. She feared that it would come off as a sign that she was also gay and didn’t want to be labeled a lesbian. Sarah didn’t think it was a big deal checking out the girl’s ass because she often found a woman’s body to be beautiful. She thought girls were just as beautiful as men, but she did more than look at men. Out of all of her friends, she was the most risqué and adventurous when it came to sex.

Sarah didn’t come to college to be a nun but to have some fun. She performed oral sex on a guy that she had just met that night in the bathroom. The guy was cute, and she didn’t come to the club just to dance. Sarah was finally free from her parent’s strict rules and decided to do everything that they tried to prevent her from doing.

The girl leading her deeper into the house wore a black crisscross halter top and brown twill shorts. Sarah let herself glance at the girl’s ass again while being led down the hall. She wished that her butt was that round instead of the little one she had. It was nice but not as good or beautiful as the girl was.

The only encounter she ever had with a girl but never considered it a lesbian act because some girls learned to kiss each other. During a sleepover before going off to different colleges let her friend teach her how to kiss. She only did it to be a better kisser for the boys and had no desire to go any further than that. Sarah was unaware that her friend was into girls, or she used the whole teaching thing as an excuse to make out with her.

Sarah had her first date after she got to college, and it was there that she learned the joy of sex. During that date, she found out that there were better things to do with a guy than kissing them. After losing her virginity gave it up to every guy that made a move on her and got so addicted to sex that she once let a group of guys fucked her at a frat party. The number of men she slept with didn’t bother her because it was college, and experimenting with things is what you did there.

Today was Sarah’s twenty-first birthday and was out celebrating it with her friends at a wild new club that just opened up right out of town. They played some great music there with plenty of cute guys that lined up to dance with her. She spent most of the night dancing with several different men before sneaking into the bathroom with one of them.

The girl led her to the part of the house where a party was going on. The music was at the perfect volume where it wasn’t too loud to think unlike those parties’ frat boys like to throw. The room had a dance floor with a few women dancing provocatively that was near a bar with tables. It looked more like a barroom than a room in a house, and it was packed full of women.

Being surrounded by lesbians made her feel naked all of a sudden. Some of them were undressing her with their eyes which made her feel like a sheep in a den of wolves. It didn’t bother her that these women wanted to fuck her but felt more empowering that they did. She liked being desired and it didn’t matter if it was by a man or a woman. The more vulnerable Sarah felt the more she got off on it and had a bad habit of flirting with danger.

The woman that led her to this room didn’t let go of her hand until they got to the bar. The bartender was an attractive woman with jet-black hair and her ponytail gave her a youthful appearance. For some reason, Sarah couldn’t stop herself from staring at the woman’s breasts as she approached the bar. The bartender had her shirt unbuttoned creating a rather sexy cleavage that even a straight girl would stop to admire. The woman was too busy washing the bar off with a towel to notice that Sarah was staring at her breasts.

The way the bartender’s breasts were pressing hard against her nearly open shirt gave the impression that it could pop out any second. Sarah doubted that the girl was wearing a bra because she saw no sign of one. She knew that bartenders sometimes dressed sexy to get better tips, and this woman ensured it by displaying her tits.

Sarah tried not to stare at the girl’s breasts but was powerless to look away. She admired women’s beauty from time to time and feared that her actions would give off the wrong impression. The last time she saw breasts that had affected her like this was last week while she was in college.

Sarah was talking with her professor when the woman bent over her desk to find her paper and accidentally flashed her. Ms. Anderson was wearing a loose shirt that opened up exposing both of her breasts. The woman was in her late thirties and looked too proper to have a wild side. She could see two large nipples with a pair of silver handcuff piercings hanging off one of them.

She was shocked to see that her teacher wasn’t as proper as she once thought and wondered what else was the woman hiding. The professor’s breasts weren’t as big as hers, but they were still a decent size. The window to this woman’s world was open for a brief moment just for her eyes only and it gave her a new respect for her professor.

“Let’s get something to drink, and by the way, I am Regina. Tina here is an excellent bartender that can make you anything you want,” Regina said with a slight Hispanic accent.

“What can I give you? A flaming Orgasm, or would you prefer Sex on The Beach,” Tina said while making it clear she was flirting with her through sexual innuendo.

Sarah didn’t know how to react but with a man, she would’ve flirted back until the two of them ended up fucking. She never had a girl so boldly flirt with her like that and didn’t know how to handle it. She was so taken aback by it that she didn’t pay any attention to the woman’s eyes looking down at her breasts.

She was expecting something but nothing that bold or to the point. Sarah expected that kind of action from men like being asked if her carpet matches the drapes. Few men asked her that and she always replied with, “You will never know.” Rude men like that don’t get her time or body. It was a little unsettling hearing a woman using such sexual innuendo toward her.

“I will just have a glass of wine,” Sarah said, feeling uncomfortable and avoiding eye contact with Tina.

“Are you sure that I can’t interest you in an orgasm,” Tina teased flirtatiously.

“No, a wine will be fine,” Sarah said nervously.

“I am only playing, sugar, and I could tell that you were straight when I first saw you. Sorry, but I get a kick out of making straight people squirm,” Tina replied with a smile.

Sarah was on her second glass of wine when she started to relax and found that she liked Tina. The woman kept flirting with her, but she didn’t mind anymore. Sarah realized the woman had a flirty personality that drove her to say sexual things to people. The woman kept her hands to herself, which she appreciated and noticed a few times Tina’s eyes wandering down to her chest. Sarah didn’t mind as long as it didn’t go any further than that because she wanted to keep her sexual experimentation to men.

Sarah found that Regina was also a delight to talk to and was funny at times. They were in a deep conversation when two girls came up to the bar ordering some shots. One was Julia, a nineteen-year-old blonde girl with pigtails that looked like a sixteen-year-old version of Emily Browning. She wore a short plaid skirt and a white blouse that made her look like a Catholic schoolgirl.

Sarah thought she looked a little too innocent to be here, but she knew that looks could be deceiving. The other girl was Samantha, who had short brown hair that reminded her of a cute guy she once dated. Samantha wore a band T-shirt that Sarah had never heard of before and blue jeans. She found herself attracted to her for a brief moment before pushing those feelings away while trying to focus on something else.

They were friendly and wanted her to drink some shots with them. Sarah didn’t think any harm would come from that and decided to follow them to their table. They were having a good time downing a few shots while telling dirty jokes that got dirtier than the last one told. She drank enough to make her a little drunk, and alcohol had the habit of making her do crazy things.

Alcohol let her open up to do things that she usually wouldn’t do, and it was the reason she let a group of guys have sex with her at a party. She can get a little freaky when drunk that always ends with her having sex with some random guy. She blamed her parents for her wild behavior by not letting her date growing up to experience things like the other girls her age.

She spent the last three years doing what she had missed during high school with more men than she could count. The alcohol gave her the confidence to explore her sexuality in many wonderful lustful ways. Sarah still did sexual things sober but not as crazy when drunk and that is when her true inner slut comes out.

Sarah didn’t think being a slut was terrible and found it could be freeing at times. Sober, she overthought the risk, but after a few drinks her legs opened without much thought. Sarah would never let anyone tell her what to do with her body or feel shameful for liking sex. She doesn’t need anything to drink to have sex; it’s just that alcohol allows her to do things without thinking about it.

The gangbang she participated in was a perfect example of it, and she let herself be filmed by one of the guys while she was blowing him as one of his friends was pounding her from behind. If she wasn’t drunk wouldn’t have let them talk her into going upstairs with them where they took turns fucking her. Sarah didn’t regret it in the lease because doing crazy shit like that was part of college life.

“Let’s have some fun while we drink and play risk poker,” Samantha said with enthusiasm.

“What is risk poker?” Sarah asked with some interest.

“It is a combination of truth or dares and strip poker. When betting, you write down a dare, truth, or strip on some paper and put it in a pile on the table. The one with the lowest hand must do whatever is drawn or answer truthfully to a question by the winner. Getting a dare or the truth is just like the game, but you don’t get a choice. A strip is the winner’s choice of what you must take off, and it must be only one thing,” Samantha said, explaining the rules with some excitement.

Sarah had drunk enough that her wild side was kicking in and was up to doing something crazy. She thought the game sounded fun and naughty. Sarah’s mind wasn’t clear enough to see it any more than some girls fooling around. She was too drunk to care if she ended up naked or what the risks were playing this game with lesbians. She liked the idea of the game that she agreed to play it. Julia, Regina, and even Tina decided to play too.

Tina grabbed a deck of cards, some paper, pens, and a bottle of rum from underneath the bar. They found a table near the corner of the room and poured some rum into glasses that Samantha carried over from the bar. Sarah was halfway done with her rum when they started the game and felt her inner slut wanting to come out.

The game started slowly with minor dares and a few truths. Tina was the first to lose and had to talk about her first time with a girl. She told the tale with a smile about sleeping at a friend’s house when she was eighteen a week after graduating high school. While she was asleep her friend Rachel tried carefully to explore her body without waking her.

When she woke up realized her pajama top was unbuttoned and felt the cool air covering her bare breasts with one of her nipples wet with saliva. Rachel was successful at sucking on Tina’s breast without waking her but woke her up as she slipped her hand into Tina’s pajama pants. She bit down on her lips because she didn’t want her friend to know that she was awake. She was too scared to do anything, and it felt too good to stop. She pretended to be asleep while her friend played with her pussy until she had an orgasm before giving herself fully over to Rachel. Sarah could almost see it and felt herself becoming aroused by the story.

Samantha lost next, and her dare was to kiss everyone playing the game. Sarah’s heart was pounding hard in her chest after hearing the dare would involve her. Each kiss she saw turned her fear into excitement, and each kiss was more erotic than the last. When it came to be her turn to get a kiss, she was looking forward to it, closing her eyes, and felt a peck on her cheek. She felt disappointed when it didn’t happen and couldn’t stop thinking about sharing a kiss with that woman.

Thinking about it brought back memories of her friend Monica from high school and how they would practice kissing to prepare themselves for the boys. She could still feel how her lips felt and how her tongue tasted like cherry popsicles that were just in her mouth. The heat of her body pressed against her with only their T-shirts and panties separating their naked flesh from each other.

Sarah shook her head, trying to knock those thoughts loose, and didn’t know why she turned an innocent experience sexual. She knew that alcohol could make her horny and act out in sexual ways. She was a little drunk but not to the point of being out of control.

Sarah lost the next hand and had to answer if she had ever kissed a girl. Alcohol didn’t just make her more sexual, but it also made her truthful and removed the filter from her brain that kept her from saying too much. She told them everything, including that her friend also taught her how to masturbate as well. The only sexual education she got back then was by her friend Monica when they talked about sex.

She told them how her parents wouldn’t let her date because they wanted her to focus on school without any distractions from boys. She told them how Monica explained it would be embarrassing to kiss a guy and be bad at it. High school was where you learned stuff like that before going off to meet real men at college.

Sarah explained that Monica talked her into giving her a few lessons by telling her this was how girls learn to kiss. Monica kept saying that she was doing better but needed more lessons and kept on teaching her until she left for college. She didn’t mind and confessed that she rather enjoyed kissing her friend.

Realizing she just admitted to liking kissing another girl made her face turn red from embarrassment. She didn’t regret saying it and found it was exciting that she did. The whole thing turned her on, to the point that she wondered if she should let one of these girls kiss her and decided against it. Even though she wasn’t a lesbian, she thought two women kissing was not only okay but also sexy as fuck. She was drunk enough to do things that her sober side wouldn’t and just needed a little push.

That little push came in the form of a dare where Sarah had to kiss Regina. She didn’t hesitate for a moment before slipping her tongue into the girl’s mouth. She took her time kissing Regina with every kiss she gave her was full of passion. Sarah was so distracted by her actions that she lost another hand, and she ended up doing it again with Tina. It wasn’t until it was over with before she noticed that Tina had undone a button on her shirt.

Seeing what Tina did made her want to be naughty and tease her. She thought that Tina would never get beyond just kissing her, so she decided to undo another button on her shirt. That left only one button to hold her shirt together and the black lacy bra she was wearing could be seen. To be extra naughty Sarah played with the last button while looking at her cards to give the impression she was about to undo the last one as well.

Sarah could tell her breasts were affecting Tina by how her eyes were always staring at them waiting for her shirt to pop open. Since Tina’s mind wasn’t on the game lost the next hand and had to strip. Sarah realized that she was right after all about her not wearing a bra when she removed her shirt and tossed it on the bar. She found the woman’s breasts to be beautiful with small pink nipples that were hard as little bullets.

“How do you like these pair?” Tina said as she arched her back pushing her breasts forward right in Sarah’s direction.

Sarah felt the blood rush to her face after Tina caught her staring at her breasts. Tina used her tits and her flirty nature to throw Sarah off her game. She had a full house with kings over queens which gave her the win. Sarah got too focused on the woman’s breasts and paid the ultimate price. Sarah knew she was in trouble when Tina smiled after picking up the dare card.

The dare would test her limit to see how far she was willing to let herself go. She was feeling a little aroused at this point and had gone too far to stop. She liked playing this game and figured that she could walk away at any time that she wished.

“I dare you to walk over to the dance floor and dance seductively with those two girls over there,” Tina said with a cocky grin.

Feeling fearless, Sarah walked over to the two girls that Tina pointed at before sliding between them. It surprised her how easy it was to do something so forbidden without an ounce of resistance coming from her. She was swaying her body against a girl while moving it up and down.

Things soon heated up as they responded to her by gliding their hands all over her body. One of them kissed Sarah and didn’t resist as the girl unbuttoned her shirt before sliding it over her shoulders. Things had gone too far for her to stop what was happening and let the two girls have their way with her.

The girl behind Sarah started swaying her body while lowering herself as her hands slid down her. When she came up again, she guided one of her hands underneath her skirt and started rubbing her pussy through her panties. The other girl continued undressing her by removing her bra before sliding her hands over her breasts to play with them. It was the first time she had ever been touched by another woman in a sexual matter.

Sarah didn’t foresee this happening and thought it would be harmless fun, but it became sexual fast. She knew the girls at the table could see everything that was going on, but she didn’t care. She was going to let her first lesbian experience happen right on that dance floor so everyone could see this little straight girl getting fuck. When they pulled away from her, she felt confused at first until she realized they wanted to punish her and not fuck her.

“That should teach you for trying to cut in without asking,” The first girl said before moving to another end of the dance floor with her girlfriend.

While in a daze, Sarah stood there for a moment half-naked before getting dressed. Sarah didn’t bother with buttoning up her shirt and walked back to the table without any shame. She never thought she would ever let a girl touch her like that. When that girl pushed her panties aside to insert her fingers inside her made her realize something. She was more okay than she thought about being with another girl and was now open to that idea.

On the next hand, she lost again and had to strip. It was her bra that she had to remove. She took off her shirt letting slip it off her shoulders seductively before unhooking her bra and hanging it off her chair. For a brief moment, she was topless again allowing everyone to see up close her beautiful breasts. She put her shirt back on without buttoning it and let her slightly puffy pink areola and hard nipples be fully displayed for the girls around the table to see.

“This must be your lucky night; you get to see the girls,” Sarah said jokingly while taking a shot of rum.

The game went on with a few more of them also having to strip. Regina was next in line to lose her shirt revealing her light brown breasts with dark nipples. Tina lost her pants after that, which left her wearing only a black see-through panty with rose embroidery. Samantha still had her shirt on but was naked from the waist down. Julia was the only one who hadn’t stripped yet and still looked too innocent to be playing this game. Sarah would soon find out that Julia wasn’t as sweet and innocent as she appeared.

Julia lost the next round and had to masturbate in front of everyone. She pulled her chair out so that Sarah could see what she was about to do. Lifting her skirt, Sarah saw the girl wasn’t wearing any panties. She was completely shaved down there with a tattoo that read, “Lick here to open,” with an arrow pointing to her pussy.

Raising her leg on her chair, she started to masturbate while looking right at Sarah’s breasts. The girl never took her eyes from them until she came and licked her juices from her fingers. Sarah couldn’t help but glance down at the Julia’s cunt as the girl was playing with it. Squeezing her legs together to fight against the desire to spread her legs and touch herself.

Julia lost another hand, and her dare was to kiss Sarah’s inner thigh for thirty seconds. Sarah realized the girl had something else in mind when her hands slipped inside her skirt. When she felt the woman pulling down her panties, Sarah raised her ass to let her remove them. Sarah watched with fear and excitement as Julia lifted her skirt, exposing her patch of red pubic hair.

Julia slid Sarah’s ass to the edge of the seat before pushing them open. Sarah closed her eyes, first feeling hot breath on her thigh, then soft lips against her heated flesh, and wet kisses slowly moving up. There was only one outcome where this was heading, and it wasn’t the first time someone had performed oral sex on her. Few guys had tried it on her and thought they were good until Julia started licking her cunt. The girl was better than any guy she had ever been with, sending shock waves of pleasure shooting through her. When Tina said their time was up Julia gave her pussy one last lick before pulling away.

Sarah wasn’t happy that the pleasure she was receiving came to a complete stop. She was almost in tears from needing it to continue she was willing to do anything to cum. The ache between her legs was so demanding to be satisfied that she didn’t care who fucks her. The sweet little angel with the heavenly tongue had broken her sexually. She could have forgotten what she did up to that point without letting it happen again, but now she couldn’t.

“Please, let Julia have five more minutes! She was so close to making me cum,” Sarah said deliriously.

“Let’s do a final hand, where the loser has to do whatever, the winner wants. They have to be their slave for the rest of the night,” Tina said smiling and was happy that Sarah was at the point where she wanted her to be. “Does that sound fair?” Tina asked, already knowing how Sarah would answer.

“Yes, fair…one more hand,” Sarah said and would agree to anything if it meant that she would cum.

Sarah had four tens and just knew that she was going to win. She had a dare picked out where Tina would be licking her pussy until she came. That is all Sarah wanted and didn’t want anything else to happen. When she lost to four aces, she started to regret the bet because she didn’t want to be a slave to a lesbian.

Tina stood up to remove her panties and stood there fully naked. She started to walk around the table with a look in her eyes that told Sarah what was coming. She knew the girl would play with her a bit because it was her nature. The dare would be amusing because it would be a funny joke having a straight girl eat pussy.

“I will make you cum so hard that you will never want a man again, but I am not so sure you want it. If you got on your knees and ate my pussy then I might be convinced,” Tina said with a smile and in an authoritative tone as she sat on the table with her legs spread open.

Feeling defeated, Sarah dropped to her knees in front of Tina as everyone watched. It was humiliating to her for having to do this to cum, but she was glad that her friends weren’t there to see her fall like this. Sarah thought she was strong enough to resist the lesbian influence in the room and never saw herself falling victim to it.

Sarah stared at Tina’s crotch, focusing on a thin line of pubic hair that ran down its middle to the pussy lips that opened up like a flower with dew drops glistening on its petals. She had seen girls’ vaginas before but never this close. Sarah realized how beautiful it was by seeing it from this angle and felt a desire to press her lips against it.

Tina gave her instructions on how her pussy should be eaten and felt herself sink into a sexual haze. It wasn’t until a moment later that Sarah realized that she was licking the girl’s cunt. The girl’s voice had somehow put her in a sexual trance that got her to eat her pussy without realizing it. She didn’t find the activity distasteful but rather pleasing to her taste buds.

“Tease me first and never go directly to the pussy. Kiss and lick the outer edge of my cunt until I beg for your tongue. That is…it! Now lick my pussy. Fuck! Almost there…” Tina said, moaning and ending with a scream as the orgasm hit her.

Sarah did as she was told and felt a surge of sexual energy shooting through her as she performed her first oral sex on a girl. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before and was more exciting than performing oral sex on a guy. Sarah shoved her tongue deep inside Tina as far as it would go before swirling it around. Sarah pulled back from the girl after making her cum, licking her lips; she still could taste the girl on them and felt a thrill that she had never felt before.

Tina knew how to get to Sarah because the house magically sensed her weakness. A little suggestive thing here and there mixed with some alcohol brought her to her knees literally. Sarah realized by playing this game, she unwittingly let herself get seduced by these girls. It started slow, and before she knew it, they had her.

“Lay face down on the table and prepare yourself for your reward. Be patient and remember good things cum to the girl who waits,” Tina told Sarah with a twisted grin.

Sarah stripped naked before lying face down on the table with the edge of it pressing against her legs. When her warm flesh made contact with the cold wood, she felt tiny electrifying pleasurable sparks traveling down her spine. It should have freaked her out about lying on a table naked with a room full of lesbians. Sarah knew she shouldn’t have been okay with any of this, but yet she was.

A few minutes had passed before she felt Tina’s hands start to caress her legs and hot breath on her quivering soaking wet womb. She felt the tip of the woman’s tongue barely making contact with her pussy as she licked it. A moan escaped her lips from the pleasure it caused her and waited desperately for it to continue.

Instead of feeling a tongue felt a long phallus-like object enter her and let out a satisfying groan. She was surprised by how long it was as it slid fully inside her. Sarah has been with plenty of men, but none of their cocks went deep as that object did. She was no stranger to sex toys and knew which one of them this woman was using on her now.

She let out a series of moans from the pleasure she was receiving from her first strapon experience. Sarah was so focused on the act that she almost didn’t notice that Regina was pulling out some strapons from a bag and passing them out to the girls around the table. Their fun little game was about to turn into a lesbian gangbang, and she was at the center of it. She got distracted from that fact when Tina grabbed her hair pulling it back hard enough to arch her back while they were fucking.

Sarah tried to hold herself up as a powerful thrust of the woman’s hips pushed her back into the table. The pleasure that she got by being fucked by a girl was way better than being with a guy. They usually never last this long before cumming inside her and ending her fun. The woman wasn’t going to stop until she had an orgasm, and when one hit, Sarah saw a blinding white light. She barely held onto consciousness as two more hit her and made her scream out in ecstasy.

Sarah sat on the edge of the table after it was over to catch her breath. The number of women waiting to be with her was a little scary. She could see the lust in their eyes and the desire to be the next one to fuck her. Sarah didn’t know how many of them she could take before passing out, but she was about to find out.

Regina came up and kissed her before sliding her fake penis inside her. Sarah wrapped her legs around the woman as the girl slowly fucked her while they kissed. Sarah lay on the table as Regina’s hungry mouth moved to her breasts. It didn’t take long for Sarah to come again. She stared at the ceiling as the woman sucked on her nipples while fucking her until another orgasm hit.

Samantha was next burying her face into her shoulder, kissing her neck while thrusting her hips into her groin. After Samantha climbed off of her, Julia didn’t waste any time before raising her leg over her shoulder and started pounding her pussy as hard as she could. This sweet innocent-looking girl was fucking her with the force of a man, and it felt amazing. The orgasms came so fast and in numbers that Sarah couldn’t count them all.

Sarah thought that it was over with, but she was wrong, and the bystander who was watching also wanted her. They passed the strapon from girl to girl taking turns using it on her. Sarah didn’t know how many of them she was with before she passed out. The last thing she remembered was getting intensely fucked by a girl that looked like her friend Monica.

Sarah woke up sometime later in a strange bed naked with an achy feeling coming between her legs. Her pussy was sore from being fuck so much that she couldn’t close her legs. Sarah couldn’t believe that she had just let a group of women use her like that. Closing her eyes, Sarah tried to remember how many women were there and counted over thirty before losing count. There was no way for her to know how many of them fucked her. Sarah fell back to sleep with her mind drifting to her friend Monica and had a dream where their kissing session turned into sex.

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If Birdie succeeds in changing the Program rules, the naughty futa will get a huge reward!

Futa Naked In School – Futa Changes the Program

Chapter Two: Birdie’s Hot Reward

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

President Birdie McTaggart, Monday

I stood poised to enter my student’s twat. Twenty-year-old Lola Lovell, President of the Purity Society, whimpered as I rubbed my futa-cock up and down the hot folds of her pussy. The pleasure shot down my dick to my own cunt.

I wasn’t allowed to do this. It went against the Naked in School Program’s rules. I was the president of Rogers College. Though the new sexual freed laws allowed public sex, the board of trustee didn’t want staff to take advantage of the students. If I wasn’t her president, I could fuck her barely legal twat to my heart’s content.

But I was.

It was why I was here. I glanced behind me at the board of trustee. The other members of the Perverts Society, naked as Lola, were working their whiles on the five members. Florinda Matos led them, a Hispanic futa who was staring down at her lap. Beneath the table, Sandra Murphy was poised to suck Florinda’s cock.

“Just let us fuck the professors and staff at our college!” moaned Lola. “I want to feel President McTaggart’s futa-cock fucking my pussy!”

“Please,” I groaned. “No one’s objecting. Make the decision.”

“Perhaps we could do a test run,” said Janet Carter, one of the four futas on the board. She stared at young Jamie Kelly with lust. The coed was sliding on to Janet’s lap. “You know, try it out tonight, Florinda, and then we can make our decision after getting a taste of these fine, young pussies.”

“Please, please, do that,” cooed Sandra. “Then I can suck your cock, Ms. Matos. Don’t you want to feel my mouth sucking hard on your dick? Doesn’t that sound wonderful?”

“I could fuck this big cock,” moaned Angela Smythe, the one woman on the board. She was eyeing Janelle Simpson’s clit-dick.

“Mmm, I bet you’ll suck me as good as my girlfriend will,” Janelle moaned.

“I will,” Angela moaned, licking her lips.

“You’re going to love Sandra’s blowjobs, Ms. Matos,” continued Janelle. “Just say yes.”

“Goddess, just say yes,” panted Marjorie Kemp. The futa stared with hunger at nubile Kylie Slivers leaning over the table. “I want to feel her mouth around my cock.”

“It’s decided,” Florinda moaned, “that the rule forbidding staff is lifted for this session as a test. We shall make our final ruling by Friday.”

The girls pounced on the futas. I groaned as I watched Kylie’s head leaned down the table while Sandra wiggled her ass as she worked up Florinda’s skirt. Jamie shuddered, clear the naughty schoolgirl had her pussy sliding up and down Janet Carter’s dick. Angela was on her knees sucking Janelle’s big dick while Violet Gardner, the last board member, slammed her cock into Asuka Kamigawa’s pussy, the Japanese girl moaning in delight.

I thrust my dick into Lola’s pussy.

I savored my first plunge into one of my student’s cunts. I reveled in the amazing, tight delight of barely legal pussy sliding around my futa-dick. My breasts jiggled in my blouse as I bottomed out in her. I threw back my head and moaned out in rapture.

Sweet, succulent, tight schoolgirl cunt.

“President McTaggart!” Lola moaned, her pussy clenching around my futa-dick. “Oh, my goddess, yes! Fuck me! Pound me! This is incredible.”

“Enjoy her, mein Liebchen!” moaned my wife Ava. She’d come for moral support. My busty, blonde wife taught German and she’d been aching to enjoy the students, too. She grabbed Elizabeth Carter, the other futa in the group, and shoved her down onto a seat. My wife, her skirt hiked up to show off her new crotchless panties, straddled the barely legal futa.

“Fuck her, meine ungezogen Frau!” I groaned.

My wife impaled her pussy down that young futa-dick, Elizabeth’s cock sliding through the slit in my wife’s panties. I was so glad I bought those for Ava. They cupped her plump ass. She moaned, pressing her big tits into the futa’s face. Elizabeth scrambled to pull down my wife’s blouse and bury her face in those lush tits.

I drew back my cock, the sounds of sex echoing through the meeting room. The members of the Perverts Society were all getting wild. Britney Hollows and Georgia Rower were kissing and fingering each other’s twats while Macie Lum, Lola’s lesbian girlfriend, threw her legs wide and slammed three fingers into her cunt. She watched me fucking Lola hard. Beside her, Teal Constable, Lola’s futa-girlfriend, stroked her dick.

“Fuck her hard, President McTaggart!” Teal moaned, running her hand up and down her cock. The sexy freshman shuddered, her small breasts jiggling.

“Yes, yes, ram that cock into her naughty cunt!” moaned Macie. “Oh, Lola, look at your face.”

“She’s loving it!” Teal groaned.

“Loving it so much!” Lola moaned, her hips swiveling from side to side as I pumped away at her tight, young cunt.

I slid my hands up her body, finally touching one of my students. Fucking her. I grabbed Lola’s round breasts. I squeezed and kneaded the blonde’s perky tits as her pussy squeezed about my futa-dick. She massaged me.

I pumped away at her cunt. I thrust hard and fast into her. I drilled into her again and again. The pleasure spilled through my body. My pussy clenched, the heat dribbling down my thighs. It was wild. My round tits heaved before me with every thrust into that delicious, juicy pussy.

She was so warm and hot.

“Oh, Birdie,” my wife moaned, throwing a look over her shoulder. Her German accent was at its thickest when she was in the throes of passion. “How is her pussy? Is the kleine Hure making you feel amazing?”

“Yes, she is!” I moaned. “And the futa’s cock? Is it stirring your cunt to a hot froth.”

“Ja!” she moaned. “Ihr futa-Schwanz ist fantastisch! Sehr gut!”

“Good!” I panted, glad my wife was having fun.

I watched her rump work up and down Elizabeth’s cock. The sight was outstanding. I pumped away at Lola’s cunt, drilling deep into her pussy. Her twat squeezed around me. Massaged me I groaned, the pleasure spilling down my cock to my cunt. This wicked pleasure rippled through my body.

I loved it.

Every moment of being in Lola’s young snatch was incredible. It sent pleasure shooting through my body. I groaned, my hips plunging away hard and fast. I pounded the schoolgirl slut’s hard. My crotch smacked into her rump. My shaved pussy lips drank in the impact of her bald twat. Every time I bottomed out in her, I ground our labia together.

“President McTaggart!” she moaned, her cunt squeezing around me. “Oh, goddess, I’m going to cum on this cock!”

“Yes, yes, cum on her!” moaned Teal, her hand flying up and down my dick.

“Mmm, then I’m going to lick you clean!” panted Macie. “You know I love that!”

“That is kinky!” my wife moaned. “Ooh, do it, Birdie. Cum in the slut, mien Futa-Frau!”

Every stroke into Lola’s cunt brought me closer and closer to that moment. To that wonderful eruption. The gasps and moans echoed around the room. Futas and schoolgirls were panting and moaning. The board enjoyed barely legal cunt and one futa-cock.

“Mrs. Smythe!” gasped Janelle. “Damn, I’m going to cum in that mouth. You’re amazing!”

“So is your girlfriend,” Florinda moaned. “Mother of Goddess, that’s incredible. She’s going to suck all the cum out of me!”

“Oh, Ms. Kemp!” groaned Kylie. “Ram that dick into my asshole. I got it all nice and wet.”

“Holy shit, how old are you?” moaned the futa fucking her.

“Nineteen!” Kylie gasped. “That’s a nineteen-year-old asshole you’re sliding into.”

“Fuck, yes!”

The sounds of passion were sending me over the edge. Ava moaned. She had her blouse off now, her bra shoved down to her belly. Elizabeth was clearly sucking on her titties as Ava rode that thick futa-cock. I shuddered, my passion reaching a boiling point.

I slammed into Lola hard. I plunged into her cunt’s depths. I erupted. My futa-cum fired into Lola’s youthful twat. She gasped. Her blonde hair tossed about her face. Her pussy rippled around me. Hot pussy cream gushed out around my cock as her tight flesh milked me.

“President McTaggart!” she howled. “Oh, yes, yes! You’re flooding my cunt!”

“Yum!” Macie moaned, her body trembling.

“Goddess, this is incredible!” I panted, my futa-dick spurting jizz again and again. Hot blasts of my girl-cum fired into the hot depths of Lola’s cunt.

Her barely legal twat milked me. Her flesh writhed and spasmed around me. Stars danced before my eyes. I groaned, my breasts heaving. The pleasure surged through me. My hair tossed from side to side. My pussy convulsed. My hot cream dripped down my thighs.

I hit the peak of my pleasure. Lola’s pussy drained me dry. I panted, swaying. The pleasure spilled through my body. It was better than I could imagine. I shuddered and then I heard my wife gasping. Her ass clenched as she bucked on Elizabeth’s cock.

“Mein Göttin!” she howled. “Give me that futa-cum!”

“Mrs. McTaggart!” gasped the futa.

“Flood her!” I moaned, getting hungry.

“Lola! Lola!” moaned Macie as her pussy juices gushed out around her fingers. “Get over here and let me lick you clean.”

“Yes!” Lola moaned, straightening up from being bent over. She ripped her pussy off my cock. I gasped as she scrambled through the chairs, knocking them aside to reach her girlfriend. Macie slipped to the floor and Lola planted her pussy right on her face.

Standing up, gravity must be draining my cum into Macie’s hungry mouth. She licked and lapped. The blonde schoolgirl shuddered in delight, grinding her twat on her girlfriend’s mouth. Then Teal gained her feet and moved in from behind.

“Yes, yes, fuck my asshole!” howled Lola. Teal thrust forward, groaning as she entered her girlfriend’s asshole.

I shuddered, my futa-dick throbbing and aching. My wife’s pants drew my attention. She climbed off of Elizabeth and sank down into a chair. Futa-cum matted her blonde bush peeking out of her crotchless panties. More stained the red fabric.

“Hungry?” she asked me. “Mmm, does meine heiss Futa-Frau want to eat my pussy full of cum.”

“Yes,” I moaned and moved forward. Eating my student’s barely legal jizz out of my wife’s pussy was another dream of mine.

I fell to my knees before her. My red hair spilled over her thighs. “Oh, lass, what a fine treat you’ve made for me,” I said, letting my Irish lilt come out. “Just a bonny treat you’ve made for me.”

She winked at me, her large tits heaving.

I buried my face into her crotchless panties. The lace of the fabric rubbed on my lips as I licked through the gap. I gathered up my wife’s sweet pussy juices and the salty taste of the futa’s delicious cum.

I loved it. I licked again while the sounds of fucking and moaning came from the board. This was all so exciting. As I took a third lick, hands grabbed my rump. A hard futa-cock pressed into the folds of my pussy. My girl-dick throbbed.

“President McTaggart, I got to try your pussy now,” moaned Elizabeth, still hard.

“Do it!” my wife moaned. “Fuck her, Elizabeth. My naughty futa-wife needs it.”

“I do!” I panted, rubbing my face into my wife’s crotchless panties and her hot muff.

Elizabeth thrust her futa-dick into my cunt. Her thick shaft penetrated me. I groaned, my girl-dick squeezing about her. The wicked futa sank deeper and deeper into me. My pussy drank in the stimulation, pleasure flooding through my body.

I groaned into my wife’s cunt. I thrust my tongue deep into her sweet twat and soaked it in the salty jizz brimming in her. Elizabeth’s shaved pussy lips rubbed into my own. She stirred her hips, rubbing her cunt across mine while swishing her girl-dick in my tight pussy.

“Goddess, that’s good,” I whimpered.

“Got to make a good impression for the president,” she moaned and then drew back her hips. “Oh, goddess, Georgia, I’m fucking the president!”

“Oh, that’s wonderful, honey,” Georgia moaned. “Ooh, yes, yes, Britney, lick my cunt. Get that tongue in me.”

“I’m so glad you corrupted Lola,” Elizabeth moaned, her dick pumping away hard and fast in my pussy. The young futa plowed me with passion. “We’re having so much more fun as the Perverts Society.”

“Just doing my job as your educator,” I panted, my hips wiggling which swayed my futa-dick between my thighs.

“You’re so dedicated to it,” panted Ava as my tongue fluttered up and down her folds, licking up more of that pussy-flavored cum leaking out of her depths. “Mmm, yes, yes. Mein Liebchen is such a great professor.”

“The best!” moaned Elizabeth.

“So great!” Georgia gasped. “Oh, my goddess, Britney, I like that. Finger my butt and eat my cunt!”

My wife’s big breasts jiggled over my head as I devoured her. I thrust my tongue into her pussy’s hot depths and scooped up the jizz. Her lacy panties rubbed on my face. She grabbed her large tits, squeezing them, her blue eyes bursting with pleasure.

My orgasm built with every thrust of Elizabeth’s cock into my cunt. She buried into me again and again. She reamed me. This amazing bliss surged through my body. My cunt squeezed around her, drinking in the friction of her powerful strokes. She filled me again and again.

She brought me closer and closer to that hard, powerful orgasm. It would have me gasping and moaning and crying out in rapture. I shuddered, my hips dancing from side to side. I gripped her futa-dick. I held her in my pussy’s embrace. She buried deep into me. Hard.

“Oh, my goddess, I’m going to cum in you, President McTaggart!” the futa plowing my cunt moaned.

“Do it!” gasped my wife. Her thighs squeezed around my face. “Just flood her with all that yummy cum!”

“Yes, Mrs. McTaggart!”

Elizabeth buried that young futa-dick into my cunt. I groaned. I squeezed my pussy around her cock, drinking in the friction. The stimulation sent ripples of delight to the tip of my aching girl-cock. I whimpered into my wife’s pussy.

The futa erupted in me. “Yes, yes, yes!” she howled. “I’m cumming in the president’s cunt!”

“You are!” my wife moaned.

I shuddered at the feel of the hot cum pumping into my pussy. I latched onto my wife’s clit and sucked hard. The thrill of one of my barely legal schoolgirl-futas flooding my twat sent me over the edge into my own pleasure.

My dick exploded. My pussy convulsed.

Rapture and ecstasy surged and rushed through my body. The dual delights flooded me and jolted through my flesh. I sucked hard on my wife’s clit, my convulsing twat wringing out all of Elizabeth’s hot cum.

“I’m flooding the president’s pussy, Georgia!” moaned Elizabeth.

“Hot!” she answered. “Oooh, Britney, yes, yes! Drink my pussy cream but don’t stop fingering my asshole! I love cumming with a finger in my butthole!”

Ava groaned, “Birdie! Ich liebe dich!”

Her pussy juices gushed out as she said my three favorite words. I love you.

I licked up her cunt cream as my pussy wrung Elizabeth dry. My own futa-cock spurted a final time, the pleasure burning through my body.

Orgasmic moans echoed through the meeting room. Everyone was having a good time. The board had to make a decision in our favor. By Friday, the last day of the school year, we would know how next year would go.

I couldn’t wait to find out.

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Tuesday

The college buzzed with rumors.

As I waited for the four students in the Program this week to make sure they were naked and to hold onto their clothes, students grinned at me. They all had heard the rumors about how amazing the board meeting went.

“Tell me we did it,” said Stacie Ward as she sauntered up with her girlfriend, and swim coach, at her side. “That other students won’t have to go through what we did.”

“Oh, but it was so romantic,” purred Valeria Castellano. “You were so sexy, Stacie.”

“I think we did it,” I said. “The board of trustee had a blast with the Pervert Society.”

A moment later, Tatyana, the head cheerleader, sauntered by. She had a smoky look in her eyes. “I hope you did it, President,” she cooed, “because the entire squad wants to thank you personally.”

“We did it,” I told her with confidence.

She patted my skirt with a bold delight, feeling my hardon. I groaned at her naughty touch. Then the vivacious cheerleader sauntered inside. I shuddered, my futa-dick twitching with my heartbeat. The entire cheer squad…

I loved being the president.

“This is so great!” said naked Juniper Dannel. She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me. I gasped in shock and then enjoyed the feel of her hot mouth on me. She broke it and moaned, “I want to fuck Ms. Stanton so much.”

“I’m sure you’ll get your chance,” I said, a big grin on my face. I couldn’t help it. All my students were eager to attend classes.

Juniper wasn’t the only schoolgirl to kiss me. Five more girls gave me hot smooches followed throaty purrs about the professors they wanted to fuck. The entire girls’ volleyball team flashed their titties at me as they sauntered by.

To my delight, Denice had her sex slave Umeko give me a hot and sloppy kiss while promising, “You’ll get your chance to fuck her. I know you arranged for us to both go naked right before homecoming.”

“I thought it would make the contest more interesting,” I said, finally admitting to rigging who got chosen for the Program. At least that one. “You surely had fun.”

Denice laughed as she led her busty slave into the college building. The Japanese girl walked naked and proud, devoted to her mistress. They were both graduating next weekend. I sighed, shaking my head. I would miss those two at the school.

“President McTaggart, you are one naughty futa,” Shelena Lowell said when she sauntered up with her futa-girlfriend, Guanting Chan, on her arms. “How much schoolgirl pussy are you going to get next year?”

“As much as I can,” I said. “As many who will let me.”

Shelena grinned. She had changed so much in the last few weeks. The tall, athletic African-American futa looked cute with the slender, nerdy Chinese futa on her arm. They swept by, and I beamed at my students.

“Next year,” said Lizaveta Kuznetsov, her camera in hand, “we’re going to have you star in a porno. Maybe spanking a cute girl or two.”

“Are you going to be the next A/V Club president?” I asked. Guanting was graduating this year.

“Yep,” she said and sauntered in. “We’re going to make some wild pornos for the college next year.”

“I can’t wait,” I told her. Then I smiled as Molly Jordan and her futa-daughter, and lover, sauntered up. The biology professor, also doubling as the cheer coach, had a naughty grin on her face.

“My cheerleaders are planning a surprise for you,” she said as she swept by. “Watch out.”

“Yes, Tatyana mentioned that,” I said.

The energy in the school was amazing. I found myself moving through the halls as the first class started, glancing in at classrooms. My students were bouncing with excitement. It was the last week of school, things were getting relaxed. Finals were done and they were looking to have fun.

My futa-dick twitched and throbbed as I passed Natisha Mason getting relief in her English class by a futa fucking her from behind. Half the class was masturbating as they watched. I nodded my head in approval and swept down the halls.

I had so much energy I just kept walking for the next hour. When the period ended and the students flooded the halls, I nodded to them. There were so many naughty things going on. I caught Salome getting fucked by Mbali on the football team. Paloma, Salome’s futa-girlfriend, watched with a hungry look on her face.

“Don’t be late to class,” I said.

“I’m going to stew in cum all through PE,” Salome moaned, “and then Paloma gets to eat me out.”

I winked at her.

My dick was throbbing as I finally headed to my office to get some work done. I was eager to get to the professor’s lounge and get some satisfaction. I had a feeling most of the staff would, too. There was a wild energy on the campus today.

I heard moans and peeked out my office door to find my secretary, Madoline Sterud, masturbating at her desk. She was watching something on her screen, a porno. Probably one produced by the college. She gasped when she saw me and struggled to hide the evidence.

“It’s okay,” I told her. “Have fun.”

“Thank you, Birdie,” she moaned. “I’m just so fucking horny today.”

“I get what you mean,” I panted and headed back into my office.

I sat down at my desk and struggled to focus on the preliminary planning for next year’s schedule. I had two professors retiring who needed replacing, and our incoming freshman class looked to be a little larger than last year. I might have to hire another professor to help handle it.

I worked through the notes and was looking through some applications to start vetting a new professor when noon arrived. It was time for lunch. I shuddered, my dick so hard and my panties soaked. I stood up from my desk and stretched, my light-green, silk blouse clinging to my breast. I didn’t wear a bra today, and the slick fabric teased my nipples.

A loud chatter of girlish voices filled the office. I frowned, wondering why a group of students had entered the office. They grew louder and then my door flung open. Blonde Tatyana Naumov sauntered into my office. The head cheerleader had her golden hair pulled back into a braid, her breasts utterly exposed. She wore the very short pleated skirts the cheer team had adopted that barely covered their asses and hid their pussies when they weren’t moving.

I gasped as behind her, the other nine members of the cheer squad flowed in. They were all equally topless and in their uniforms. They filled my office before my desk, crowding it with their naughty passion. I shuddered.

Beside Tatyana stood Jalila Zaman. The Arab sophomore’s skin had a lovely hue of dusky-brown. Her breasts were round and perky the way a twenty-year-old girl’s should be. Her nipples dark and hard, almost seeming to point at me.

My eyes flicked to the other girls. They were so delicious and lovely in their own ways. Busty Kalena Apikalia winked at me while her golden-brown tits swayed. The Hawaiian beauty had such bountiful tits, bigger than my wife’s. Wendy Maris had her red hair in pigtails, her small breasts topped by mauve nipples. Martina Rois lifted her skirt, flashing a shaved twat at me with a silver chain dangling from her clit ending at a heart charm. The other girls were behind them, peering around, looking so sexy.

“What is going on?” I gasped. “Tatyana?”

“We’re just here to reward you for all you’ve done, President McTaggart!” the head cheerleader said. “You brought the Program to the college, and we’ve been having so much fun prancing around in our little skirts and having futas cum on us and getting fucked by the football team and the basketball team and the baseball team.”

“Mmm, those bats,” moaned Genevieve Watkins from the back, her blue eyes peeking around Tatyana’s shoulder.

The other cheerleaders were nodding in delight, their breasts quivering. My futa-dick was at full staff as I stared at them. My cock threatened to rip through my panties and my skirt. My nipples throbbed and ached. A powerful heat churned inside my cunt, a brewing storm demanding to be unleashed.

“You’re the best president ever,” Tatyana continued, “and so we’re going to give you a big thanks.” She lifted her hand. “Nurse Luann gave me this.” She opened it to reveal a little, blue pill on it. “We want you to stay hard to please us.”

My jaw dropped at the sight of the Viagra. “Girls, now, I’m flattered, but this goes against the rules. I’ll get in trouble for taking advantage of you. The board of trustee hasn’t made its decision.”

“You’re not taking advantage of us,” said Susanne Forester from the back, her brown hair falling about her round face. “We’re taking advantage of you.”

“We’re not leaving here until we fuck you, President McTaggart,” Tatyana said. She sauntered from the others and mounted my desk. I stared up at her swaying breasts. The hem of her skirt was so short I could see the shaved folds of her pussy. Cream dribbled down her thighs. She thrust her hand at me. “So take your pill and enjoy.”

“Unless you’re going to expel us,” moaned Jalila. She arched her eyebrows at me. “Huh?”

“You girls are naughty,” I said, unable to help myself. I took the pill and popped it into my mouth. I swallowed it. “There. Ravish me.”

Tatyana grinned as she stood on my desk, staring down at me. She snapped her fingers. Her cheerleaders flowed around it, rushing at me. Suddenly, I had Jalila on my right and Kalena on my left. Hands were reaching for my clothing. The warmth of the pill spread out of my belly as the naughty cheerleaders unbuttoned my blouse. Yanked down my skirt.

Tatyana smirked the entire time.

My blouse ripped open. My round breasts came into view. Naughty cheerleaders grabbed my tits. Jalila had my right boob, her dusky-brown fingers contrasting with my pale, Irish flesh. Kalena’s golden digits kneaded the left. Then she ducked down and sucked on my nipple. Her tongue swirled around it, shooting bliss straight down to my cunt and then up to my clit-dick.

After my skirt was down, the cheerleaders attacked my panties. My futa-dick popped out, thrusting from the shaved folds of my pussy. I gasped as two hands grabbed my cock, stroking up and down me. Another groped my ass, digging into my flesh.

“Shaved, huh,” purred Tatyana. “Mmm, get her on the desk, girls. Let’s enjoy her!”

A great cheer erupted from the nine other cheerleaders. Jalila pinched my right nipple and Kalena sucked on my left. A finger pressed into my butt-cheek while other hands stroked my dick. The other girls were clearing off my desk. My computer monitor, keyboard, files, coffee mug, picture of my wife and our two children.

All of it was stripped off and laid bare, Tatyana overseeing her army of naughty and wanton cheerleaders with a huge smile on her lips. My pussy dripped juices. My cock throbbed in their stroking hands.

Then I was turned by the cheerleaders. They pressed me down on my desk, Kalena’s mouth popping off my nipple. My cock was suddenly free. It bobbed and swayed as I stretched out on my back on the polished wood.

Tatyana straddled me. She had a huge grin on her plump lips, Her breasts quivered as she lowered to her knees, her hand seizing my futa-cock. She stroked it, clearly taking me first as the head of the squad.

“President McTaggart, we’ve wanted to do this all year,” she moaned as she lowered herself. The tip of my cock vanished beneath her skirt.

“So have I!” I gasped as I felt her pussy lips against my dick.

Then she sank down on me. Barely legal, cheerleader cunt engulfed my cock. Her breasts jiggled as she took more and more of my clit-dick. The pleasure flowed down to my cunt. This wicked heat swelled up to my ovaries.

“Sweet Goddess,” I moaned as she bottomed out on me. I felt her pussy lips rubbing into my labia wrapped around the base of my futa-cock. Her juices mixed with mine.

“Ooh, you got a nice cock, Ms. President!”

“But what’s your mouth like?” moaned Genevieve. The black-haired, blue-eyed freshman crawled onto the desk by my head. I groaned as her pleated skirt swept over my eyes. I stared up at her nineteen-year-old pussy. “Let’s find out!”

She planted her twat right on my mouth. I gasped at the spicy taste of her young cunt juices. They poured past my lips before I even licked. I thrust my tongue out into her young snatch, swirling my tongue through her.

“Ride our president!” cheered the other girls.

“Go, Tatyana, go!”

“Grind that twat on Ms. President’s mouth!”

“I want that pussy!” purred Jalila.

I gasped as hands stroked my thighs. As Tatyana slid her pussy up and down my cock, Jalila—so I guessed from her words—nuzzled her mouth into my shaved cunt. She licked at my lower lips, fluttering up and down while the cheer captain rode me.

I groaned into Genevieve’s sweet cunt. I licked and lapped at her, loving the flavor of her wonderful snatch. She whimpered and squirmed around me, grinding her shaved lips against my hungry mouth. Her spicy juices flowed past my lips.

Hands grabbed my breasts. Hot mouths latched on and sucked. I gasped at the hungry cheerleaders nursing at my nipples. Pleasure shot down to my cunt, mixing with the delight of Tatyana’s young cunt riding my dick and Jalila lapping at my petals.

“You bonny lasses!” I moaned in delight.

Hot lips sucked on my toes. One of the cheerleaders nuzzled her tongue into my bellybutton. She swirled it around, sending tingles racing across my skin. My body twitched and spasmed. I lapped at Genevieve’s cunt with hunger. I feasted on her as the pleasure raced through my flesh.

Tatyana squeezed her cunt around my cock as she rode me hard. She worked that delicious pussy up and down my dick. She sent such pleasure flooding through me. It was incredible. I whimpered and groaned. The heat built and built in my cunt. A wild and delicious ride. I groaned, my eyes rolling back in my head as the bliss surged out of me. I squirmed on the ground, my hips rubbing from side to side as the naughty girls teased me.

Loved me.

Devoured me.

They did such wicked things to me. They drove me wild. I groaned, my body twitching and shuddering on the ground. I moaned into the barely legal snatch grinding on my face. Tatyana’s pussy massaged my cock, building and building the pressure at the tip.

“Ms. President, yes!” howled the cheer captain riding my dick, her silky pussy squeezing about my cock. “Your dick is incredible.”

“And her pussy tastes amazing!” Jalila moaned.

She thrust her tongue into my cunt. She swirled it around inside of me. That wonderful, amazing tongue teased me. She sent fluttering rapture surging through my body. She stimulated me, mixing with the delight of the hungry mouths on my nipples, the sucking lips on my toes, the tongue swirling through my navel.

“I’m going to cum!” I moaned.

“Cum, Ms. President, cum!” cheered the girls not sucking or licking or pleasing me.

“Yes!” I moaned.

I thrust my tongue deep into Genevieve’s pussy. My cunt clenched around Jalila’s probing tongue. Tatyana slid her pussy down my cock, taking me to the hilt. My futa-dick throbbed in her depths. The pleasure exploded through me.

I came in the cheerleader’s cunt.

“Goddess, yes!” I moaned as my futa-cum fired over and over into Tatyana’s twat.

“Ms. President!” she gasped. Her pussy convulsed and spasmed. “Yes, yes, your cock is amazing!”

“She’s cumming!” Jalila moaned, her tongue lapping at my folds.

I sucked on Genevieve’s clit as the pleasure surged through me. The heat rippled through my body over and over. Waves of heat washed out of my cunt and jolts of ecstasy fired from my erupting cock. Tatyana’s pussy milked me.

I bucked and shuddered. I groaned, my eyes squeezing shut. I sucked hard on Genevieve’s clit. I nursed on her while she moaned and gasped. She shuddered and ground her hot pussy on my hungry mouth.

“Ms. President!” she moaned while this amazing bliss howled through my body.

Her pussy juices gushed out of her cunt. They flooded my mouth. I shuddered as I drank them up. I gasped, my nipples throbbing in the hungry cheerleader’s mouth. The wonderful bliss slammed through my body as I fired the last of my jizz into Tatyana’s pussy.

“Oh, Ms. President,” the cheer captain moaned, her pussy rippling around my dick. “Oh, that’s incredible. Your cum is filling me up. I love it!”

“Such yummy cunt cream,” purred Jalila. Her tongue ran up and down my pussy slit. “Mmm, now it’s my turn, Ms. President. You’re going to fuck me in the asshole.”

“Fuck her in the asshole!” the others cheered, lips popping off my nipples and toes.

“Yes!” I moaned into Genevieve’s cumming twat. Her pussy ground on me. Then she slid off of me.

I could see the flushed cheerleaders around me. Martina and Ophelia Pearl were kissing with passion, their breasts pressed tight. Tatyana rose off my cock. She popped off with a wet delight. She hiked her skirt, showing off my futa-cum dribbling out.

She looked around and said, “Kalena, want to eat me out?”

“Yes,” the Hawaiian cheerleader moaned, her large tits heaving. “Mmm, just stand before me.” She knelt.

Tatyana gracefully dismounted and fed her fellow cheerleader the creampie I’d made. I shuddered and sat up. Jalila had herself braced against the wall. Wendy had flipped her skirt up, exposing the Arab cheerleader’s bubbly ass. Wendy parted those cheeks.

“Fuck her asshole hard, Ms. President,” Wendy purred. Then she kissed Jalila’s butt-cheeks.

“Yes, yes, fuck her hard!” Genevieve purred. She was behind me. “I’m going to lick that ass out!”

“Yes!” I moaned as Wendy grabbed my pussy soaked cock and brought me to that enticing asshole. I was old enough to be their futa-mother. This was so hot.

My cock pressed into her butt-cheeks. This wicked surge of delight rippled through my body. I groaned and shuddered at the wild heat that shot through me. I groaned as I found the entrance to that tight asshole.

I rammed forward at the first contact of her puckered sphincter. Her asshole surrendered to my dick. Jalila’s back arched as my cock slid through her anal ring. Her bowels engulfed the tip of my pale cock. More and more of my ivory shaft vanished between her dusky-brown butt-cheeks. I shuddered, the velvety flesh massaging me.

“Mmm, enjoy her,” moaned Wendy. She had a naughty gleam in her eyes. Then she leaned forward and latched onto my nipple. She sucked hard.

I gasped, the pleasure shooting down to my girl-cock. My dick throbbed and ached. This wild heat surged through my body. Bliss pulsed through me. My dick went deeper and deeper into her tight, hot bowels. It was incredible to feel. To experience. I whimpered, sliding into that velvety embrace with eager passion.

Then Genevieve came up behind me. She parted my butt-cheeks and nuzzled her face into my crack. Her tongue flicked against my asshole. I gasped as she rimmed me. My dick throbbed in Jalila’s asshole.

“This is an issue,” I panted. “I can’t really fuck you with her rimming my asshole.”

“Let me do the fucking,” moaned Jalila. “I’m a cheerleader. We know how to move our hips.”

I gasped as she undulated her hips, her asshole sliding and stirring around my girl-dick. My pussy clenched, drinking in the heat. At the same moment, Genevieve’s tongue felt incredible licking and rimming my asshole. She was teasing me. Driving me wild.

It was incredible. That hot tongue danced over my asshole while Jalila rotated and twerked her hips. She didn’t slide her bowels up and own my cock more than just a few inches, but it still felt amazing. The velvety grip of her anal sheath massaged my cock as she worked her hips.

“Goddess, yes!” I moaned, my body drinking in the heat. Behind me, I heard the other cheerleaders getting wild.

“Yes, yes, lick out all the cum from my cunt!” moaned Tatyana. “Ooh, that’s good.”

“Grind that twat against my pussy!”

“I love tribbing!”

“Ooh, who thrust a finger up my asshole! Is that you, Charlotte?”

“Guilty!”

I loved it.

Genevieve’s naughty tongue pressed into my asshole. She penetrated into my bowels. She sent such a wave of passion rippling through me. I groaned in delight. The bliss surged through my nerves. I whimpered and moaned, my bowels clenched down around her.

The heat she stirred melted up to my cunt, mixing with the passion flowing down my girl-dick. Jalila danced her hips faster. She twisted and twirled them. She did things with her hips I didn’t know where possible.

But it felt incredible.

“Oh, goddess, yes!” I moaned. “Oh, that’s incredible. Work that asshole. I’m going to cum in you!”

“Good,” Jalila panted. She threw a saucy look over her shoulder. “Ooh, I love a big dick in my asshole. Yes, yes, just love it.”

She squeezed around me. This wild heat surged through my body. I gasped and groaned, my heart pounding. The pleasure rippled through my flesh. I gasped, my asshole clenching down around Genevieve’s hot, wet tongue.

She swirled it through my depths. She made me feel incredible. The pleasure built and built in me. It was outstanding. I couldn’t get enough of it. I bit my lower lip. I groaned as her asshole danced from side to side around me. She was bringing me closer and closer to that breaking point.

To that moment when I would erupt into her tight bowels.

Jalila worked her ass, her dark hair dancing about her shoulders. I gasped and panted, the pleasure building and building in my ovaries. Pussy cream ran down my thighs. Genevieve’s naughty tongue now thrust in and out of my cunt. She did such wicked things to me.

“Oh, Goddess,” I groaned. “Jalila!”

“Ms. President!” she moaned.

I hugged her. I rugged my naked tits into her back. My hands reached around her and grabbed her round breasts. I gripped them as my nipples throbbed against her skin. She felt so amazing. Her asshole danced around me, the tip of my dick drinking it in.

I found her nipples and twisted them. She gasped, her bowels squeezing around my dick. The pressure grew at the tip. My ovaries quivered. My pussy juices ran hot down my thighs. Genevieve now sucked on my asshole.

“Fuck!” I gasped.

Jalila’s ass pressed back into me. She smacked her rump into my pussy lips, engulfing all of my futa-dick. She gasped and her hot flesh writhed and spasmed around me. Her orgasm rippled through her, massaging my cock.

“Cum in me, Ms. President!” she howled.

“Cum in her, Ms. President!” echoed through the room while Genevieve sucked hard on my asshole.

I gasped and exploded.

My cunt convulsed. My futa-cum fired into Jalila’s barely legal asshole. I moaned, stars bursting across my vision. My orgasm swirled through me. I panted and moaned, dizzying bliss rushing through me as Jalila’s tight bowels milked my cock.

Genevieve thrust her tongue into my asshole. My flesh spasmed around her naughty appendage. She added another naughty delight to the rapture roaring out of my cock. I bucked, firing over and over into her depths. My pussy convulsed. The pleasure melted my mind.

“Ms. President, yes!” Jalila gasped as she milked me dry. “Oh, you’re incredible.”

“So are you!” I moaned. “Oh, Goddess, you cheerleaders are incredible.”

“Mmm, glad you think so,” Kalena said. She appeared beside me, her face sticky with pussy cream and a bit of my cum. “Because you’re getting a titty fuck from me.” She cupped those large, golden-brown tits.

I groaned in delight as the island girl pulled me out of Jalila’s asshole and led me to a chair. It was a seat for visitors. She sat me down in it. On my desk, Wendy and Charlotte Rivers were in a wild sixty-nine. Genevieve was licking my cum out of Jalila’s asshole. Tatyana was on her knees feasting on Siona Ritter’s cunt. Martina, Susanne, and Ophelia were in a three-way kiss, all fingering each other’s twats.

It was a sight of beauty.

Kalena wrapped her large, lush tits around my girl-dick. She engulfed me in that silky heaven. She pumped up and down them. I groaned, my head lolling back as I savored the wonderful delight of her bountiful breasts sliding up and down my dirty dick.

“Mmm, I love a cock fresh from a girl’s ass,” she purred and then licked the tip of my cock when it emerged from between my breasts.

“Yes!” I gasped, my head lolling. This was incredible. My pussy was on fire. I gazed out at the cheerleaders, their moans echoing through my office. They were all having such fun.

“Lick out my ass, Genevieve!”

“Your cunt tastes so good, Wendy!”

“Thanks, Susanne!”

“Oh, Tatyana, devour me!”

Kalena worked her tits up and down my cock with passion. She had this smoky look in her eyes. Her nipples rubbed into my belly. Her soft tits teased me. The pleasure rippled through my body. I gasped, my toes curling. My body squirmed.

I loved it when she licked the dirty tip of my cock. It was such a nasty thing. Her glossy, black hair spilled about her face as she loved me. Her breast pressed tight about my futa-cock. My pussy drank in the silky friction.

“Oh, Ms. President, I love this cock,” she moaned. “Oh, yes, yes, this is incredible.”

“So are your tits!” I moaned, coming closer and closer to erupting. That Viagra pill was amazing, but the cheerleaders were also setting my lusts on fire.

I stared at the pair sixty-nining, Wendy grabbing Susanne’s perky ass. Then I glanced to Siona as her round breast heaved. Pleasure crossed her face as she ground her cunt on Tatyana’s hungry mouth. Jalila shuddered, her butt-cheeks squeezed about Genevieve’s pale face.

I loved it. This was the best. I hoped the rule would be changed. I wanted my staff to experience this naughty delight. Horny, barely legal cheerleaders loving them with their nubile bodies. It was amazing. A wild dream come true.

My pussy clenched tight. My juices flowed. I whimpered. The heat built and built. The ache swelled at the tip of my cock. I heard something outside my office. Someone talking. I shuddered, Kalena’s silky tits bringing that ache to the tip of my cock.

“Kalena!” I moaned.

“Cum on my face, Ms. President,” she purred and slid her tits up my cock.

As I came, the door to my office burst open. Hot cum splashed on Kalena’s face as Florinda Matos, head of the board of trustee, strode into my office and swept her gaze around the room. She locked on me as I spurted blast after blast of jizz on Kalena’s face.

“So this is why you want us to change the rules?” snarled Florinda, the futa’s face twisted in fury. “So you can have orgies in your office? With the entire cheer squad.”

I gasped at her.

“How long have you been abusing the rules, Ms. McTaggart?”

“Fuck!” I gasped as my orgasm peaked in me. I trembled on the desk, struggling to gather my thoughts. “This… I…”

Florinda shook her head in disgust.

To be continued…

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Cold December day, Dylan receives a mother’s love, Bailey and Jade share a more than romantic snow day

        It was the middle of December, and cold outside. Bailey and Jade sat under a blanket, nude as always, next to a roaring fire. Their starling of a mother walked by smiling, dressed only in white lingerie designed with snowflakes. She smiled and gave her eldest daughter a wink because she knew she was feeling her younger sister under that blanket. This made her quite flustered, and she went to her room to take care of it.

She stopped by both her daughters’ rooms along the way, grabbing a used sports bra of Bailey’s, and a pair of Jade’s panties. She went to her own room, and sat down on the bed. She took the bra first. She was pleased at how nicely Bailey’s breasts were developing. She sniffed each cup, and they smelled a little sour. She had sweated in it, and she liked it. She licked each of the cups, imagining her eldest daughter’s nipples in her mouth. She placed it aside, and grabbed the pink panties she had taken from Jade. They were used, and she could smell sex from Jade’s snatch on them. She smelled the back of them, and thought of her daughter’s beautiful round ass. She used the panties and rubbed them in between her legs, and began to moan.

Dylan heard this, and entered the room to find her mother in ecstasy. He climbed onto the bed next to her, and took a whiff of the clothing she had taken, which gave him an instant erection. His mother felt it touch her thigh, and she stopped what she was doing. He leaned over to him, and looked deep into his eyes as she slowly began to jerking him off. He whimpered as she brushed her nails over his balls.

When they could stand it no longer, she climbed on top of him, straddling him reverse cowgirl, and began riding her son’s cock. She moaned, and he savored every moment as he felt his mother’s ass slap against him, watching those beautiful mounds of breast bounce as she worked him.. She came first as she had been toying with herself quite a while, and the built up pleasure exploded onto Dylan. She cried out, and rode him as the pleasure wrecked her body. When she was finished, she climbed off of him, and lapped her own cum off of his cock, and knelt down for him, pleading with her eyes. He stood over his mother, and jerked his dick. She encouraged him. “Cmon honey, cum for your mother like you own her” she crooned. She stuck out her tongue and he felt her hot breath on his cock. That was the killer for him, and he slammed into his mother’s open mouth, spurting rope after rope of hot cum down her throat. She gagged, and a few tears came to her eye, but she enjoyed it, and swallowed all he had to offer. They collapsed on the bed, and kissed softly as he played with her perfect soft breasts, squeezing them.

Back in the living room, Bailey was still fondling her younger sister. They sat warming up for a while, until Bailey suggested “it’s a little warm in here, want to go outside and cool off?”

“With the was you’re making me feel right now sis, I’d do anything” she replied, eyes closed, enjoying herself. She stopped, and Jade gave her a pitiful look.

“Don’t worry. Later” she said with a half smile. They got some warm clothes on, and walked outside, hand in hand. They found their favorite lake, which was frozen over, and went to lay down on it. Jade rolled over onto her sister, still holding her hand, and kissed her softly on her cold little nose. Bailey giggled and brushed a strand of hair from Jade’s rosy cheek, and kissed her back, more passionately. They lied like this for a while, their bodies warm with love, even though it was cold out.

“I have an idea” Jade whispered, and rolled off of her big sister. “Stay right here” she picked up something off the lake, and came back, hiding it in her hands. “Trust me sis. Look at my eyes, I wanna see your face.” She obeyed, and Jade slipped her hand down her sister’s pants. Bailey gasped at the feeling. It was a piece of ice! Jade could feel the goosebumps on her thighs, and watched as Bailey blushed and bit her lip. Within a few seconds the ice melted from the heat coming from in between her legs. The cool flowing feeling caused Bailey to wet her pants. She blushed as Jade could feel the hot liquid on her fingers Jade withdrew her hand, and tasted. She liked it, the thin cold water mixed with the slightly thicker, warm, lubricant (with just a bit of pee mixed in). She offered her fingers to her Bailey, who suckled, enjoying mixed tastes of herself.

“Now I have an idea” she said as she took Jade’s fingers out of her mouth with a pop. She stuck her hand down Jade’s pants, and Jade did the same to her. She gave her sister a sensual lick on the cheek and whispered “Whoever cums first loses” and set to work. The sisters started to pump their hips toward each other, fighting the pleasure. They felt each others hot breath on their faces, a nice feeling in the cold. Bailey could only fit two fingers into her sister, but Bailey, being a little more developed, could handle three. They each increased speed, trying to match each other. Jade was faster with those clever little fingers of hers, and felt Bailey give in and release, soaking her pants and Jade’s fingers. She placed them in her own mouth, and almost bit down as Bailey finished her soon after. She let out a muffled whimper through her fingers. Bailey copied her younger counterpart and suckled the juice off of her fingers, making sure to get it all. They kissed, tasting themselves in the other’s mouth. They walked back to the house, stripped back down, and layed back under the blanket, fire still going. They played mindfully with each others breasts, and Bailey said to her sister as their bodies warmed by the fire “I love you sis”.

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My lady Sarah and I are in our mid-forties, both with still attractive bodies that appeal to both sexes. We have strong sex drives, are sexually fluid and have enjoyed sexual adventures that many people would be envious of: incredulous of even.

For Sarah size is important, she enjoys me flaunting and using my thick, nine-inch erection. She has a magnificent size-fourteen ass on a size-twelve body with thighs to match. She loves being teased and licked. Around once a month she loves having a second man to pleasure her while I enjoy watching and perhaps joining in. To be fair to me we sometimes share another female which we both enjoy.

Sarah is of French descent, bilingual, fluent in both French and English and as I recently discovered with a little prompting from my me, bi-sexual, though she didn’t need a great deal of prompting. She often reminds me, “I am to please and be pleased sexually. And I love having sex with an audience.”

We are currently staying at an exclusive swingers resort. A week earlier we filled in a form outlining any sexual preferences we would like while staying there.

I was pleased and instantly turned on when I read Sarah’s choices. “I want to be the center of attention when I flash my big ass cheeks in a tiny g-string by the pool. And I want to cuckold my man with a younger bi-sex couple around fifteen years younger than us. I want to be pleasured by both of them.”

“Are you comfortable wth that baby?,” she asked, knowing I would be. “What preferences are you going to list?”

“I want to cuckold you while you watch me flaunt my cock for another couple before they blow me. Perhaps a fifty-year cougar and her toy boy? Are you comfortable wth that baby?,” I asked, knowing she would be.

“And I have lots of other kinky preferences on my wish list I want to happen while we are staying there. You know me well enough to guess what they are,” she smiles at me.

“So do I baby. Is that a promise?,” I reply knowing that we are both going to pay out some of our sexual fantasies with people we are going to meet soon.

After lunch on the first day we were soaking up the sun by the pool. Sarah was topless resting on her elbows with her magnificent ass cheeks highlighted by a tiny g-string as I oiled her body wearing just a skimpy jock strap.

“Is my ass the centre of attention?,” Sarah asked a few times as people walked slowly past ogling it. And again as she strutted around the pool.

“Yes baby, there are people watching out of their windows as well.”

“We watched you two by the pool this afternoon. You had our full attention, you are a very exciting couple,” Jan told us over dinner that night. She is sitting alongside me, with Sarah sitting between her and her man.

“My man Jon had a roaring erection watching you oiling Sarah’s ass from our window. He oiled my ass while we both watched. We were both fantasising about the size of your cock in your tiny jock strap. We also read your wish list,” she smiles with a hand on my cock as she kisses Sarah at the same time. I was pleased to see Sarah returning her kisses as Jon had a hand on her leg.

“We are a younger bi-sex couple around fifteen years younger than you. Would you like to cuckold your man and be pleasured by both of us?,” Jon asks Sarah as we sip coffee. He is kissing Sarah’s neck as Jan continues to tongue kiss Sarah with a hand on my now semi-erect cock.

“Yes, I would. Make it exciting for us, very exciting. Our room in ten minutes.”

“This is for both of us, you have always wanted to watch me cuckold you. So enjoy,” Sarah tells me as we wait for our guests.

“I love being licked and teased. And I love sex with an audience,” Sarah smiles as they close the door. She has changed into killer heels, a simple black, very short silk blouse that highlights her magnificent thighs and barely covers her ass.

“Enjoy baby, this is for you,” I whisper as I remove the blouse and remove my shirt and trousers.

“Wow, oh fuck,” Jan and and Jon whisper in unison as they take in Sarah’s body and I remove my jock strap and they undress each other.

Jan, a blond, has a good feminine body, beautifully trimmed jet black pubic hair and larger tits than Sarah. Jon has taut male body, a good ass and a larger than average erection. The combination of three naked bodies has me fully erect as I play the part of the cuckold.

Just as I hoped Jon is on his knees licking and kissing Sarah’s ass cheeks as he slides her g-string off while Jan is tongue kissing her.

Sarah is very much in control as she stands with her back to the wall, legs apart. “I love being licked, my cunt and my nipples,” she whispers as Jan watches Jon kneel and grasp her ass cheeks as he runs the tip of his tongue along her inner thighs, then her wet cunt lips.

“And my nipples, that is so good. Double pleasure,” Sarah moans as Jan licks and sucks her nipples in turn.

“Are you enjoying me cuckolding you baby? Are you?,” Sarah teases as she holds my gaze while she watches me tease my erection with a fingertip.

“You know I am,” I mutter as Jan and Jon swap positions and ogle my erection.

“That is so good, so fucking good,” Sarah moans as Jan has her ass in her hands as she arches her body forward to soak up the pleasure of her tongue sliding along her cunt lips.

Jon is licking and sucking Sarah’s nipples as Sarah has one hand on his erection and the other pushing Jan’s head into her cunt.

Sarah takes the initiative and leads them to the bed. She is flat on her back with a pillow under her ass with Jon’s arms wrapped around her glorious thighs as he licks and sucks her engorged clit.

I always know when Sarah is really enjoying her sex. “Fuckamycunt, fuckamycunt, fuckamycunt,” she is moaning, much to my pleasure. An extra turn on for me, Jan and Jon.

Jan is behind her and leaning over her as she licks and sucks Sarah’s nipples. Then still leaning over her they are passionately tongue kissing as Jan teases her wet nipples with her fingertips.

“Fuckamycunt, fuckamycunt, fuckamycunt, I love it, love it,” she is moaning as her body tenses before she orgasms. Once, twice, then another.

Jan and Jon change positions as Sarah lays on her side. “Love your magnificent ass, love it,” Jon tells her as he licks and kisses it and places one of her hands on his erection.

“I want to make you squirt Sarah while your man watches. My lady lovers tell me I good at it, very good. And I love men watching me,” Jan tells Sarah as she slowly slides a finger into her and commences licking her.

Sarah and I like to think we are well experienced at oral sex. These two are fifteen years younger than us and incredibly good at it. I always get a buzz watching another man (or woman) worshiping Sarah’s ass. This time is sexual magic as the man’s partner is licking and kissing her cunt lips while sliding a finger into her as Sarah is giving him a hand job.

Sarah is multi-orgasmic and likes to have a number of small orgasms before she has a huge one and squirts.

Jan has Sarah on the brink as she expertly curls a finger into her very wet cunt while Jon is watching on as he continues licking and kissing Sarah’s ass cheeks. Then Jan inserts two fingers into Sarah. Jon and I are watching as she curls her fingers to find Sarah’s g-spot.

I have watched Sarah squirt many times, sometimes with my help, sometimes with the help of other men or women. Always a buzz, especially the verbal reaction. “So good, so fucking good,” she moans very loudly as she squirts and watches Jon masturbate. “That was sexual magic,” she whispers.

“It was, wasn’t it?,” Jan tells her as she offers a towel.

“We also read your wish list,” Jon tells me as he ogles my throbbing erection while I tease him by running a finger tip along it. “You wanted to cuckold Sarah while she watched you flaunt your cock for another couple before they gave you a blow job. Perhaps a fifty-year cougar and her toy boy? Are you comfortable wth that Sarah?,”he asked as another couple appeared. “We would be.

“This is Margo and Jim. They seduced us on our first night here. And they were very good,” Jon tells us he helps them undress. Just as I hoped Margo is a voluptuous size-14 with a magnificent ass. Jim is a slightly effeminate, pretty boy with a good body and ass and it is obvious why Margo is attracted to him. His thick erection is almost as big as mine.

“You wanted a blow job from a a fifty-year cougar and her toy boy while your lady watched. Shall we proceed?,” she teases as she runs a hand along my erection and I run a hand over her ass.

“You are even bigger than my man. And rock hard,” Margo whispers as she commences sucking my erection. “Would you like Jim to lick and suck your nipples while I suck your cock? He is very good.”

Without me answering he is licking and sucking my nipples while his lady is sucking my erection. Margo was correct, he is very good.”

“Some more Sarah?,” Jan asks without waiting for an answer as she tells Sarah to put her legs over her shoulders.

The next day we relaxed naked on the nude beach and enjoyed flaunting our bodies for both sexes. Later in the afternoon we had a long relaxing bath together while we discussed our sexual fantasies and making some of them happen during our stay.

That night with six other couples we watched another most attractive couple fucking. Simone was in her fifties, someone whispered. Mick is half her age. Both of them very attractive.

When we arrived they were sitting on a leather couch with overhead lighting in the middle of dimply lit room. Simone was wearing heels, jeans and a man’s shirt with just one button fastened. You could hear a pin drop as they passionately tongue kissed before she helped him remove the blouse and he commenced licking and sucking her nipples to her obvious delight – and all those watching.

“Love her tits,” Sarah whispered to me as topless, she dragged down Mick’s trousers and commenced sucking his erection. “And his cock, he is huge,” Sarah told me with her hand on my cock.

They were both naked as Mick sat on the couch teasing his erection before Simone lowered herself onto it facing the audience. The look of pleasure and ecstasy on her face as she slid up and down his cock was a turn on for all watching.

A few minutes later the couch was replaced by a high stool and a tall, chocolate skinned lady appeared holding hands with a much older, though very attractive woman. “June and July for your entertainment and pleasure ladies and gentlemen. For those of you who age is important, June is thirty and July is forty-five. And they are old friends,” someone announces.

June is wearing heels, skin tight, black silk slacks and a matching blouse. July is wearing a heels and short black cocktail dress.

“Oh wow, how exciting, we are going to watch some interracial lesbians,” Sarah whispers as they commence tongue kissing passionately.

July removes June’s blouse to expose her glorious tits. “Thirty-six C, her nipples are like bullets,” Sarah tells me, obviously aroused and agitated as July licks and sucks her nipples.

Huge sexual tension as June turns around and July slowly slides her slacks down to her ankles as they kiss passionately and she rakes her nails over her glorious ass. “Wonderful legs, magnificent hips, must be forty-inches,” Sarah says loud enough for everyone to hear.

“So pleased you like it, forty-one and half,” June smiles at Sarah as July turns her around to face the audience.

“Oh fuck, a tranny with a huge cock,” one of the women mutters as everyone gasps and ogles June’s cock, Sarah included.

“Ten inches and thick, very thick,” in case you were wondering July tells us as she and June tongue kiss as she slides her clenched hand along it.

“Do you want me naked while I blow you?,” July asks with a timbre in her voice.

“Yes, you know I do,” June tells her as a man appears and removes her dress leaving her naked.

“Wonderful body for forty-five and I love the way she shaves her cunt,” Sarah whispers as June sits on the stool, spreads her legs and teases her erection with a fingertip.

Sarah always gets a buzz watching a blow job and comparing their technique to hers. This time she is absolutely rapt as a woman a little older than her is demonstrating her technique on her tranny lover.

An hour later Sarah and I were teasing each others oily, naked bodies with our fingertips. Those two have done wonderful things to my libido,” she whispers as a much younger anonymous couple watch.

“I love being licked and teased,” she tells the couple watching as we edge each other.

“We are here for a few more days if you want to catch up,” Sarah tells them as they leave.

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Sophia has a naughty choice to make while Thrak and Faoril enjoy punishing their naughty slave.

The Knight and the Acolyte
Book Ten: The Flaming Woman
Chapter One: Acolyte’s New Pleasure
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

King Edward IV – Shesax, The Kingdom of Secare

My choked out word echoed through the empty hall of my throne room. Save for my wife, Queen Lavinia, and my chamberlain, John, none of my subjects, courtiers, or guards remained. Only the radiant angel, descended from above and standing before me, was left. Her beatific smile broadened at my answer.

“Then I shall summon my mother’s essence,” the angel said, her voice ringing like crystal. Her white wings flapped and her glowing halo brightened, spilling pure, white light down her body. She reached up and untied the knots holding her tunic closed. It fell off her lush body.

My cock throbbed at the perfection of her beauty, bountiful breasts topped with pink nipples, fat and begging to be sucked. Curving hips and long, sleek legs. She was naked save for the golden chastity belt about her waist, a lock right below her navel.

“Your wife shall be the vessel,” the angel purred, “and your royal seed the medium of Her summons. My chastity has been well-guarded from my Holy Father’s lecherous ways, kept pure for when I was needed.”

“Needed?” I groaned, my dick so hard. The angel was a virgin. “You want me to…?”

“Flood my body with your seed, great king,” she smiled, advancing, those lush tits bouncing, her hips swaying. The golden chastity belt reflected the light from the chandeliers, enchanted by my court mage to shed bright light without flame or smoke. “Lube the way for my Holy Mother to come and inhabit your wife. Her august presence would be too much for your mortal raiments to witness unscathed.”

“The goddess would possess me?” Lavinia gasped, her breasts rising and falling in her low-cut, green gown. Her blonde curls fell about her face.

“You are a mother, lovely queen,” the angel purred, kneeling before my wife’s smaller throne beside mine. “You have birthed your lord and husband a child. What better vessel for Her to occupy? Do not worry, you will suffer no harm. Only ecstasy.” The angel’s hands grabbed the hem of my wife’s dress, sliding them up her legs. Other than the slippers she wore on her feet, she was naked benesth, legs shaved smooth, lovely.

I groaned, standing up and giving my wife a look. “You shall do this. Else Angela will come and kill us both. And our son. Once she has her ancestor’s sword, she will reforge his kingdom.”

Lavinia quivered, her nipples hard against her bodice. She nodded her head. “Yes,” she purred as the angel’s lips kissed at her inner thigh. “Fuck her. Take the angel’s maidenhead. Summon her mother!”

“Yes,” I groaned, my hands unlacing the ties holding on my codpiece. My dick so hard.

I stepped off my throne, discarding the codpiece and attacked the knots of my hose as I moved around the angel. Her gorgeous ass, covered by the slim band of metal over her crack and pussy, wiggled. I frowned.

“And how am I supposed to take your maidenhead when it is so well guarded?” I asked, my dick coming out, aching.

Her wings flapped, thrusting from her supple back. “My apologies, great King.” She held out her hand. Light flared and a key appeared. “My Holy Mother holds all our keys. Enjoy my virtue.”

“Oh, he shall, little angel,” Lavinia purred, one hand unlacing her bodice the other grabbing the angel’s golden hair. “Now lick my pussy. Pleasure me.”

“As I pleasure my Holy Mother,” the angel moaned.

I took the key from the angel’s hand as she buried her face into my wife’s pussy. Lavinia moaned, her head arching. Her fingers finished unlacing her bodice, and her large breasts spilled out, heavy with her mother’s milk. She squeezed the right, a stream of white milk squirted from her fat, dark-red nipple. She let out a wanton moan, grinding on the angel’s mouth.

My dick ached. I fell to my knees behind the angel, the tip of my cock brushing the cold gold of her chastity belt hiding her hot pussy. I reached around her with the delicate key, searching for the keyhole. My fingers slid along the metal, my dick throbbing, smearing precum on the chastity belt.

The key found the hole. Slid in. I twisted. The lock clicked.

The chastity belt vanished in a flash of light and golden motes.

I groaned, my dick pressing on hot pussy. Virgin pussy. I shivered, feeling the angel’s hymen, a thin membrane with several holes. She had lived for thousands of years pure, never touched by a cock. Only a few men had ever known this pleasure, the angels’ virtues guarded well by Slata.

“Thank you, Holy Mother,” I moaned in prayer to the Mother of All and thrust into the angel’s pussy.

The demigoddess’s hymen popped. I groaned as I sank into hot, tight flesh. I pressed deep into the angel’s snatch. She moaned into my wife’s pussy, her virgin depths clinging to me. More and more of my cock vanished into her, the friction burning through me.

“Pater’s cock,” I grunted.

“Is she tight?” my wife moaned, humping against the angel’s mouth. Her blue eyes rolled, her red-painted lips pursing. “Oh, say the angel-slut is tight. Oh, please. She licks my pussy so well.” My wife squeezed her right tit again, another squirt of her milk raining across the angel’s back and wings.

“So tight,” I panted, drawing back my cock. The angel moaned her appreciation, her pussy clenching down on my dick. “And she loves it. She’s been aching for a cock to fuck her for so long.”

“So long,” the angel moaned as I slammed into her, pressing her face into my wife’s pussy. “Oh, great king, yes! Fuck me!”

My dick buried into her depths again. I held there, savoring this once pure pussy. I had soiled it. I gripped her hips and drew back, her flesh sucking at my dick. Eager for my cum. I thrust in again, hard, my crotch smacked into her ass, cheeks rippling, and my balls thwacked into her clit. She gasped, wings flapping, pussy clenching on my dick.

It was fantastic. I groaned, grunted, fucking her hard. I pounded the virgin angel. I reamed my dick into her depths as she feasted on my wife’s pussy. Lavinia gasped, eyes fluttering as she moaned and humped against the angel’s licking tongue and kissing lips.

“Oh, gods, the angel knows how to eat cunt,” my queen moaned. “Gods, Edward, the tongue on the little slut. Oh, if my bedmaids could lick this well. Yes, yes, yes, flick my clit. Oh, Slata’s cunt, I—”

“Don’t use my Holy Mother’s name to curse,” the angel gasped, lifting her face, her pussy clenching on my dick.

“Sorry,” moaned Lavinia. “Don’t stop. Keep licking me. Saphique’s virgin snatch, yes. Devour me.”

The angel did, her wings flapping. Her hips moved, bucking back into my thrusts. I shivered, the pleasure racing up my dick. Her juices dripped down to my thwacking balls. They smacked into her clit over and over, her pussy squeezing down each time, increasing the friction.

And the friction was intense. Powerful. My balls boiled.

“Gods, I’m going to flood her cunt fast,” I panted. “Lavinia!”

“Yes, yes, yes, flood the little slut,” my wife moaned. “Cream her virgin depths. Soil her with a king’s seed! Oh, gods! Pater’s cock, yes!”

My wife bucked, her tits bouncing. Pleasure rippled across her face as she came. Her voice echoed through the throne room. She kept a death grip on the angel’s golden hair. She held the angel tight against her pussy, humping, grinding.

My strokes grew harder, faster. My dick ached. It was so hot watching my wife cum on the angel’s mouth. My hands gripped her hips as I thrust into angelic depths. It was so stupendous. The pleasure built and built, wrapped about my cock. My balls boiled.

“Cum in her,” howled my wife. “Flood her! Yes, yes, yes! Do it, my husband!”

“Pater’s cock,” I grunted, burying into angelic cunt.

And exploded.

My balls boiled. The pressure surged out of them and down my cock. I groaned, back arching as the jizz spurted over and over into the depths of the angel’s once-virgin pussy. The first load of cum to ever touch her depths.

The pleasure slammed into my brain. Dizzy bliss shot through me as I seeded her fertile cunt. I gasped, my balls unloading blast after blast. Each one shooting down my cock and sending rapture through my body.

“Yes!” I howled.

“Holy Mother!” sang the angel.

The halo over her head flared with stark, white light. It blinded me and bathed me in motherly warmth. My wife let out a moan of ecstasy. She gasped and sang out. Her moans grew throatier, more mature, motherly.

“Yes,” my wife moaned, but it wasn’t quite her voice. There was a power in it. “Oh, yes, great king, what energy is in your seed.”

The angel’s pussy clenched down hard on my dick.

And then vanished.

The light ended. I blinked, kneeling before my wife. She was naked now. And there was something about her, something commanding, powerful. Her legs spread wide, her pussy dripping with juices. Before, she was shaved, but now a thick, golden bush adorned her pussy, possessing the silky curls found on a statue of Slata. Her breasts leaked milk. Thick, white rivulets ran down her lush mounds.

But her eyes. They were so different. No longer my wife’s brilliant blue but a sharp violet.

“Great Goddess Slata,” I gasped.

“Mmm, yes,” she purred, hands sliding up to cup bountiful breasts. “Your wife has such a lovely body.” She hefted a breast, bringing it to her mouth, suckling on the flowing milk. The goddess shuddered, bare toes curling, cheeks hollowing as she drank. The nipple popped out. “Oh, and her breast milk is divine. You choose your queen well.”

“I had little say in it,” I admitted. “My father choose a Zeutchian princess…”

“Because the Princedoms of Zeutch are so fractured they have little political power,” Slata said, waving a hand. “We are not here to discuss that. But Angela ev’Xarin.”

I shivered.

“Today, she claimed the final piece of the high king’s sword,” Slata continued. She closed her thighs, crossing them, sitting regal before me. A true queen.

“Soon she’ll be at the Altar of Souls,” I said, my mouth dry. “And the sword shall be reforged.”

“Never,” Slata hissed. “My husband’s bastard shall not have that satisfaction even in death. I broke apart his kingdom. I doomed it. I made sure all his sons died before him. And I should have killed his daughter, too, and his two wives.”

I trembled. “What can be done? Even your own priestesses have allowed her to live.”

“Humans are ever capricious and disappointing. Not the best children I have birthed.” She leaned back. “But the most fecund. The most widespread. The most adaptable.” Her smile grew. “And they can be adapted, molded, used for purposes.”

I frowned. “My Goddess?”

“There is one who can still stop High King Peter’s final plan,” Slata purred. “When his wife broke up his sword and scattered it across the world, I spared his daughter Lily’s life. I cursed her instead. But it was a trick. His wife was biding her time, waiting for one of Lily’s descendants to be born who had the skills to reforge the weapon. She manipulated even you.”

“Me?” I frowned in confusion.

“You know her as Lady Delilah. That redheaded snake. The bitch behind much of Peter’s success. Both his wives were dangerous, but Delilah was the true threat. I was a fool not to see it.”

“Lady Delilah? But she suggested…” My stomach sank. “Gods, she suggested that Angela fight the dragon Dominari. And that put Angela on the path of collecting her ancestor’s sword.”

“Prophecies are treacherous and ever self-fulfilling,” Slata said. “The daughters of Cnawen and Rithi should all have been strangled. They cause too much problems. If you had ignored the Sekar Oracle, your reign would be secure. And now I have to fix your mistake.”

I trembled. Her violet eyes flared for a moment. A presence pressed on mind. Power, energy. The ground rumbled. The air warped about her. And, for a moment, I saw another form superimposed over my wife. The very essence of motherhood distilled in a single shape of bountiful flesh. Pain flared in my mind.

It was too much for me to handle. The geometries of her body extended beyond sight, beyond reason. Screaming in pain, I pressed my face to the cool surface of the marble floor, trembling. I could feel her presence through my skull, like my brain had eyes that could see through bone and flesh to her perfection.

“I did not know, great Goddess,” I groaned, my brain squeezed by invisible force. My ears throbbing.

Then the presence left. The pain died. The goddess had withdrawn her true form. It was too much for the world. It did not hold the angles to contain something so wonderful, so perfect. I swallowed, raising my eyes.

“No, you did not,” Slata purred, parting her thighs, exposing her blonde bush dripping with juices. It was so hard to remember that I stared at my wife’s body. She acted so different. “And so I give you one chance to fix your mistake. To be my champion and kill Angela personally.”

“Champion?” I asked.

“To carry my favor, strengthening your limbs.” The goddess smiled, running a hand down her body to her bush. She shoved two fingers into her pussy. “Plunder your wife’s cunt, and you shall be wreathed in my favor.”

My dick hardened in an instant. “And I would have the strength to overcome Angela and her companions?”

“Yes,” she moaned, fingers pumping. “What say you, King Edward, Fourth of your Name?”

My hearth thudded. Sweat beaded my brows. My cock throbbed. I stared at those two digits plunging into her divine flesh. She moaned, back arching.

“Yes!”

Before I realized it, I was on my feet and lunging at her. She ripped her fingers out of her pussy and seized me, pulling me into her embrace. I sank into my wife’s goddess-possessed cunt. I groaned, heavenly rapture engulfing my dick.

My hands seized her breasts, squeezing. Milk squirted, drenching my body. I was naked. I didn’t even remember my clothes vanishing. The hot, creamy milk coated my muscles as my hips pumped through ecstasy.

“Yes,” she moaned, engulfing me with her arms and legs, holding me to her. Our lips met in a kiss.

Power flowed through me. My mind tumbled between ecstasy and rapture. I fucked her, sliding my dick over and over through divine cunt. The friction detonated my orgasm. My cock erupted over and over, cum pouring out of me.

While her energy poured into me.

My hips fucked her as I kissed those lips. Her milk anointed my chest as her bountiful breasts rubbed against me. Our bodies heaved together. More and more of my cum flowed into her. She drank it in, absorbing my seed, and using it to connect us.

To give me her favor.

My vision burst with stars. Thoughts vanished from my mind. I hung in rapture, suspended by ecstasy. Bliss engulfed me. Transformed me. I could feel it swelling out from my cock and balls, strengthening limbs, hardening bones, enchanting me.

Gifting me with her power.

The power to save my kingdom and kill Angela.

The goddess broke the kiss as darkness crashed down into me, her pussy spasming hard with her orgasm, milking more of my cum from my balls. She howled out to the heavens: “Your bastard’s descendant shall never prosper, my Lord and Husband!”

And then I knew nothing.

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Knave Angela – Drakin Castle, The Haunted Forest

I sprang to my lover and sex slave, Sophia, fear hammering in my heart. Xera’s cum dribbled down Sophia’s thighs along with the plant’s nectar-jizz. She had been fucked by a cock. She was an acolyte of Saphique, Goddess of Virgins. She had sworn an oath when she became a novice of Saphique, promising to never touch a man sexually.

If she did, she lost her magic.

And she had cum dripping out of her.

Ever since we met Xera months ago, Sophia had stayed clear of the elf when she was in heat, her girl-cock throbbing away. It was enough to sever the connection she had with her goddess. All the celebration of recovering the final piece of the High King’s sword went out of my mind.

Sophia was tainted. Her connection was severed. It had happened once before when a malevolent spirit called a karabasan had possessed me. A spectral cock had sprouted from my body. With it, the ghost had forced me to fuck Sophia. She had to go through a ritual in a temple to recover her magic.

And we were deep in the Haunted Forest, weeks away from civilization.

“Sophia,” I gasped, hugging her tight, still holding the final piece of the sword, the top third of the blade. “Oh, Gods, I am so sorry.”

“Sorry?” Sophia blinked. “For what, my Queen.”

Her arms slipped around my body, her small breasts pressed into my pillowy frame. She was such a soft creature, so delicate and precious. Tears burned my eyes as I held her tight. She was still dazed by the plant’s pollen. It grew all throughout Drakin Castle. The crumbling walls around us were covered in the desiccating vines. It was dead now, but for a while, we had all been under the effect of its aphrodisiac pollen, fucking the plants and each other.

Luckily, Xera had the presence of mind to keep her wits, find the source, and give the plant what it wanted.

“Angela?” Sophia asked, her voice breaking as I rocked her. “What’s wrong? You’re scaring me.”

“Your magic,” I groaned. “Do you think Saphique will understand this time? I know you didn’t fight it. But it was the spores. It made us all horny.”

“Saphique…” Sophia shivered and then she laughed. “Oh, because Xera and the plant fucked me?”

“Yes,” I groaned. “We’ll get your connection back to your goddess.”

“Oh, no,” Aurora said, the avian clapping hands to her mouth. She, too, was naked and dripping with nectar seed, her legs bent. Both she and Faoril had walked bow-legged into the room. “You poor thing.”

Sophia laughed harder. And suddenly my breasts grew wet. A sweet smell filled my nose. I pulled back and blinked. Sophia’s pink nipples, topping her small breasts, dribbled milk. More stained my tits. Her lactation was part of her connection with her goddess. She could control it at will.

I blinked.

“But… You fucked Xera.”

“Yep,” Sophia nodded.

“And the plant. It fucked you, too.”

“Even bound me up like it knew what I wanted.” Sophia shuddered in wicked pleasure.

“How do you still have your connection?”

“Well, I guess Saphique considers Xera female. And the plant, too.” Sophia shrugged.

“The plant was once an elf,” Xera said sadly. The naked elf—not that there was anything out of the ordinary for her being naked, elves didn’t wear clothing—clutched a small bulb, like a tulip bulb, in the crook of her arm. Tears glistened in her eyes, her ears twitching above her green hair.

“So it turned out I was just being paranoid. I didn’t have to be afraid of Xera’s cock at all.”

“But… When the karabasan possessed me, and then I fucked you with the cock, it stole your powers.”

“With the karabasan’s cock. A male spirit.” Sophia shuddered. “Bastard.”

“So you could have been fucking Xera all this time…?” I shook my head. “I could have been making you fuck her cock?”

“Guess so.” Sophia leaned down and fingered her messy pussy. She pulled out a glob of elf-cum and nectar-jizz and brought it to her lips. She sucked on it and shivered. “It’s actually pretty good. And it was sooooo hot being fucked by her cock.”

Minx let out a snigger, her body painted in nectar-cum, too. She smacked Xera’s ass. “Looks like you got another woman who wants to fuck your cock all the time.”

“Maybe,” Xera said, her ears twitching more. She blinked back the tears. “Your loss.”

Minx sighed, leaning against Xera. The halfling was so short compared to the elf, her head only resting on Xera’s hip. “My loss.”

“So we are done here,” Thrak grunted. His cum, and the plant’s, painted my body.

“We’re done here,” I nodded. “Time to reforge the sword.”

“So we’re on to Unmik!” Minx said.

Chaun sighed. “And then north into the Princedoms and the Desolation.”

I frowned at Chaun’s morose sigh. Then it hit me: Princess Adelaide. His disgrace and banishment from being a Bard of Az happened in the Princedoms. He cuckolded one of the Princes, who ruled one of the states of the fractured country. The Princedoms were almost a dozen separate kingdoms united by custom and a council of the princes, who elect one of their own to nominally be in charge. They often fight each other more often then being a threat to the other nations.

Aurora squeezed her husband’s hand, giving him a supportive smile. Chaun smiled back, his mood falling away. He stared at her. “So, what were you up to?”

Her cheeks darkened. She glanced at Faoril. “Um, it was interesting.”

Faoril laughed as she pulled on her red robes.

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Warlock Faoril – Unmik, Asunow Princedom, The Princedoms of Zeutch
“A proper bed,” I groaned when we entered our room at the Mermaid’s Song. After weeks spent wandering the Haunted Forest, both getting to and returning from Drakin Castle, then three days sailing through the Nimborgoth and up into Holani Strait to reach the port city of Unmik, I was looking forward to it. “Wonderful.”

“And what about my bed, Mistress?” Captain Thyrna purred as she sauntered in before us, moving with a languorous, cat-like grace. Which wasn’t surprising. She was a rakshasa, a shapeshifter whose real form had the head of a tiger, complete with dangerous fangs.

“Your ship rocks and bobs and sways,” I said. “It’s nice, but sometimes you roll off the bed.” I rubbed my butt. It still smarted from my abrupt wakeup last night. “This bed won’t move an inch.”

Thyrna stretched out on it, her lithe legs clad by her tight, leather pants, her ample bosom stretching her low-cut blouse. She was a predatory beauty, with dark-brown skin and wavy-black hair. She exuded hunger with her every movement. The Pirate Captain stretched her back, thrusting her tits into the air while her hips undulated.

“Your pussycat is getting restless,” I said to my husband.

Thrak grunted as he closed the door behind him. He had to duck to fit through. Human doors were a few inches too short for an orc. Especially one as big as him. He dropped our bags and stretched his back, muscles rippling beneath scarred, swarthy skin. He smiled, the bone piercings adorning his face—eyebrows, nose, and lips—moved. It made him look so uncouth, so dangerous. You would never know how intelligent he was.

“She is always frisky,” grunted Thrak. “I bet you wore you crew out waiting for us to return from Drakin Castle.”

“I had to keep them in line,” she purred. “You were gone a month wandering in that dreadful forest. It was quite boring.”

“And how much piracy did you commit?” Thrak asked.

I blinked. I assumed she had kept her ship at the mouth of the river the entire time. But… I guess a month was a long time to have her wait. Gods, it was such a relief to be back in civilization. Those endless days trudging through the woods, and then another week just marching along the Kemoh River through the plains to get back to the shore. Autumn was upon the world, the days growing colder and colder, the weather fouler and fouler.

Rain lashed the windows of the inn as Thyrna purred, “Not much. Just enough to whet our appetites. I found a fat merchant sailing from Thaville.”

I shivered and shrugged out of my robes. I set them, carefully, on a chest of drawers, the pockets jiggling with all the magical paraphernalia I carried on me. I slid my hands up my body to my round breasts, fingering my nipples.

“Let’s get this over with,” I said. “Before I lose my nerve.”

I had promised myself for months that I would do this for Thrak. I had one piercing, my silver nose ring, but Thrak had often commented that my nipples were so bare. Saoria, his first wife, had both her nipples pierced with bone rings, and plenty in her face. She was Thosian, like me, and had adopted orc customs when she married him.

Thrak grinned. His cock tented his kilt as he moved to the bed. Thyrna let out a purring moan. “You’ll love having pierced nipples. I do.”

“You have a pierced nipple,” I said. “You’re not getting both pierced.”

Thyrna pushed down her blouse to bare her right breast, the dark nub pierced by what appeared to be a gold ring. It wasn’t pure gold but alloyed chromium, giving her immunity to magic. Which made me powerless against her.

Which made it all the sexier when I ordered her around. She was our sex slave. Thrak had tamed the wild pirate captain. He made her purr for him. She loved it. She had dominated an entire crew of strong, burly human pirates. And then my orc seized her by the scruff of the neck and showed her what she truly craved.

Thrak knelt before me and produced the needle from his pouch. It looked so tiny in his thick fingers. My heart quickened as he brought it to my nipple. I squirmed on the edge of the bed, a strange excitement swirling around with my fear.

Thyrna pressed into me from behind, both her breasts out now, her nipples hard. Her hands slid around my body, fingers trailing shivers as they climbed up to my breasts. She cupped them, hefting them towards Thrak. “Pierce her, Master.”

“Yes,” I gasped, my pussy clenching out of fright and desire. I shivered, shook as he brought the needle closer, the point gleaming sharp. “Oh, Gods.”

I squeezed my eyes shut. I didn’t want to watch.

Thyrna licked my neck up to my ear. “Relax, Mistress. He loves you. He won’t hurt you.”

“I won’t,” Thrak said and then proved those words a lie.

“Las’s pus-filled cock!” I screamed as the needle pierced through my nipple. I quivered, my toes curling. My body shaking. Fire burned. I sucked in staccato breaths as the pain rippled out from my nub.

The needle pulled out. I winced again. And then groaned as the gold ring slipped through the new hole in my nipple. I kept sucking in breaths as it slid through my nipple. This was such a dumb idea. Why did I agree to this and…

The needle touched my left nipple.

“Oh, Gods,” I groaned and then gasped.

It didn’t hurt as much as the first one. I was ready for it. But it still burned. I still groaned, my entire body clenching. Thyrna nibbled on my ear as Thrak removed the needle. I trembled, wishing I had some jizz in me so I could lash out with my magic at something, anything.

“You’re doing great,” Thrak said as he threaded the gold ring into my nipple. “Okay, they’re both in.”

I glanced down at the nipple rings. They were thin and glinted in the candlelight of our room. I sucked in deep breaths, my tits rising and falling. My nipples were so swollen. They throbbed with my heart beat.

“See,” Thrak said, taking one and batting it.

“Don’t do that,” I groaned, the pain shivering through me. “Oh, I want them out. This was such a mistake.”

Then I looked into Thrak’s eyes. He stared at my nipples with such longing in his eyes. I sighed, stroking his face. He was so hard, so angular. So strong, but he had feelings. “Saoria?”

He nodded. “You should have heard her scream when she was pierced the first time. But she wanted to fit in. She insisted on it despite the pain. ‘Orcs accept the pain,’ she said. ‘And I’m just as strong.’”

“She was,” I sighed. “But I’m not. Where’s the healing?”

“Here, Mistress.” Thyrna moved, reaching for something. Then she thrust a vial of creamy liquid at me. I pulled the stopper and downed the healing potion. The sweet flavor of Sophia’s breast milk poured down my throat.

I shivered. The soothing warmth washed through me. The ache in my butt from my fall vanished, the strain in my lower back melted away, a bruise I didn’t ever realize I had on my arm healed, and, most importantly, my nipples stopped throbbing. The swelling went away. Now I had two pink nubs pierced by gold rings.

Thrak grabbed one, tugging on it.

“Oh, wow,” I groaned as the pleasure fluttered through my body. That felt so different. I could feel the metal sliding through my nipple, stimulating it from the inside. I shivered, my pussy growing wetter and wetter as he manipulated it. “Oh, that feels wonderful.”

Thrak grinned then leaned in, sucking on the other. His tongue batted the ring, twisting it around while his fingers played with the other. I leaned back into Thyrna’s embrace, loving the feel as he sucked and nibbled, my pussy growing wetter and wetter.

It was exciting. It was so different. My nipples felt so sensitive now. They ached and throbbed in such intense and present delight. I rubbed my thighs together, my clit hard, my pussy itching to be touched. Pleasure built as he played with my nipples. He sucked on my nub and then caught my ring with his teeth, tugging on it.

“Thrak,” I groaned. “Gods, that’s nice. Ooh, yes.”

“See, Mistress,” Thyrna purred, her hands sliding down my stomach, reaching for my thighs. “Wasn’t a little pain worth all this pleasure?”

“Yes.” I shuddered as her hand pressed between my thighs. I parted them, shuddering as she stroked my pussy, sliding through my trimmed bush. I shivered, leaning my head against her shoulder. My hands slid across Thrak’s body, feeling his strength. “Oh, yes, I love them, Thrak. I wish I had done this earlier.”

“Yes,” Thyrna moaned. “Wouldn’t that have been fun?”

“Oh, you were going to pierce them when you tried to dominate me,” I accused even as Thrak sucked harder on my nipple.

“I succeeded in dominating you.” Thyrna rubbed harder at my pussy, her fingers parting my folds, searching, discovering my clit.

She rubbed hard.

I bucked, my pussy clenching, pleasure rushing through my body. My nipples throbbed as much as my clit. The pleasure shooting down from my breasts met the sparks bursting from my pearl. They gathered in my pussy, my sex clenching, my body squirming.

Thyrna nibbled on my neck, teasing me as she frigged my clit. She rubbed hard, fast. Her fingers danced over my nub. I squirmed more and more, my pussy growing juicier. My nipples ached as Thrak played with my rings. He sucked back and forth between my nipples, making them both throb, his thick, calloused fingers rubbing on my soft breasts.

I loved it.

“Your tits are just lovely,” he groaned as he went back and forth. “Perfect.”

I shivered, smiling at the joy he took in my piercings. He twisted them around and stretched out my nipples. Everything he did shot pleasure down to my pussy. It made me squirm, my hands wandering lower and lower down Thrak’s body.

To his kilt. To the bulge of his cock. I found it, stroking him as my pussy grew juicier and juicier. I tossed my head back and forth, Thyrna’s fingers dancing on my clit. But it was the pleasure from my nipples that had me gasping, moaning.

Cumming.

“Thrak!” I screamed out as his teeth tugged on my nipple ring, pulling it back and forth, my nipple throbbing. “Oh, Gods, yes! I’m cumming from nipple play! Oh, wow! It’s sooooo good. They’re soooo sensitive now. Pater’s cock!”

My pussy convulsed. Juices flooded out. I bucked and moaned, the pleasure racing through my body. It reached my mind. I gasped, my eyes fluttering. Every wave, generated by my nipples, washed out of my pussy and through my body, leaving me heaving and thrashing.

I squeezed his cock. He throbbed so hard beneath his kilt. Hard for me. I groaned, wanting him in me right this second. Cumming, I worked up his kilt, eager to reveal his massive girth hiding beneath. I had to touch him, stroke him.

I slid my hand beneath and found his cock. I stroked him as the pleasure peaked in me. I ran my hand up to the tip of his dick, pierced by a thick, bone ring. I tugged on it, making him groan as he sucked on my nipple.

“Fuck me, Thrak,” I moaned.

“Yes,” Thyrna purred, her fingers sliding down, caressing the wet folds of my pussy. “She’s so wet for you. She needs your cock. She’s just a naughty whore.”

“So naughty,” I groaned, ignoring the bite in Thyrna’s words. She didn’t like sharing Thrak with me. She wanted my husband all to herself, to be his only lover, his only slave. But she couldn’t. She had to submit to me, too, to make him happy. “Ram your cock into her pussy. Make her cum on that magnificent dick.”

“Yes,” I gasped, squirming.

Thrak lifted his lips, his eyes glossy with lust and joy. He loved my nipple piercings. He missed Saoria so much, and it was wonderful that I could give him something to remind him of what he lost. I couldn’t replace Saoria, I didn’t want to replace her, but I wanted to give my husband any pleasure I could.

Because he did the same for me.

Thyrna scooted back, lowering me to the bed as Thrak rose. His eyes devoured my naked body. He flicked down to my spread thighs, my pussy matting down my curls. I shivered, my orgasm dieing down in me as I lay my head on Thyrna’s knees, her breasts jiggling above me.

“Ravishing,” Thrak groaned. “A flower blossoming on the tundra, standing out amid the dull greens and yellows.”

“Your flower,” I moaned, my hands cupping my breasts, brushing my nipple rings. I shuddered as they slid through the holes, teasing me.

“You are enjoying the increased sensitivity,” he said. “You have more direct stimulation of your body. Gives you more pleasure.”

“Yes, more surface area of my nipples are being touched now,” I groaned, twisting my new piercings. “Makes me so wet. Fuck me!”

His kilt came off. His dick throbbed before him. He crawled onto the bed, looming over me. So big, so strong. He grabbed my hips, lifting my ass so my pussy aligned with his cock. The thick head rubbed on my pussy lips, the cock ring caressing my sensitive flesh.

And then he thrust into me.

The bed creaked. His balls thwacked into my ass. His cock rammed into my depths. Pleasure shivered through my pussy. The bone ring slid down my sheath, stimulating me. I gasped, wrapping my thighs about my husband’s thick waist, holding him tight, as he fucked me.

“Thrak!” I moaned, his cock slamming in hard, my clit aching as his pubic bone crushed it with every thrust. “Yes, yes, yes! You know what I love!”

“Uh-huh,” he grunted. “You love having a thick cock ram into your cunt. You savor it. You want to cum and cum.”

“Yes!” I moaned. “make me cum, Thrak! Make me cum with your magnificent cock! Yes!”

“Mmm, yes, fuck the slut, Master,” Thyrna moaned, her hands sliding down my shoulders to my breasts. Fingers danced up my mounds to my nipples. She grasped the gold rings, twisting them hard.

Pleasure shot through me.

My pussy clenched on Thrak’s thrusting dick, increasing the friction. I shivered, humping harder. Rapture tossed my body. I bucked and heaved as Thyrna smirked down at me, twisting and pulling and tugging on my nipples. Pleasure spiked through me, racing down to my pussy, adding to the delight.

I groaned out my joy, loving every moment of it. Thrak’s balls smacked into my taint. He grunted, the muscles in his chest rippling. His strong hands gripped my ass, squeezing my cheeks as he plowed his cock so hard into me. So deep.

“Yes,” he growled. “This is what you want. You want to be fucked until you cum!”

“You know I do!” I moaned. “Oh, Thrak, yes! Gods, I love it when you pound me! Don’t be gentle! Ravish me!”

He snarled, thrusting even harder. My pussy ached from the force of his thrusts. They reminded me that my orc fucked me. That he poured all his passions into his strokes, giving me all the pleasure I craved. Gods, I loved him. I was so lucky to meet him. To be a part of Angela’s quest.

My fingernails clawed at his chest as the pleasure detonated in my pussy. My flesh spasmed about him as I left red lines down his muscles. He grunted, thrusting harder, staring down at me with such passion burning in his dark eyes.

“That’s it,” he grunted. “That’s what you want! Cum on my dick!”

“Yes!” I howled as his cock slammed into me. My pussy kept spasming, rapture kept flooding through me. “Pater’s cock!”

My head tossed back and forth on Thyrna’s lap. I shivered and shuddered, bucking into his thrusts with every ounce of my passion. I moaned, my thighs clenching so hard about his waist. My pussy spasmed, milking his cock.

“Cum in me!” I howled.

Thyrna tugged on both nipple piercings, stretching out my tits. “Flood her, Master. Give the slut what she wants! She wants cum dripping out of her cunt at all hours!”

“I do,” I howled, my orgasm growing stronger and stronger. The more she played with my nipple piercings, the more I spasmed and thrashed.

Ecstasy flooded my mind. I squeezed my eyes shut, stars bursting. Thrak groaned, burying into my depths. His jizz spurted. Power flooded through me. I gasped, my back arching. Magic burst to life inside of me.

I seized the gold rings and sealed shut the ends with earth magic.

Every spurt of cum gave my body more and more magic. I loved it. I reached over my shoulder, pulling on Thyrna’s nipple ring, distending her breast above me. She gasped, squirming, pleasure crossing her hungry face.

She needed to take that off. I was bursting with energy.

“Gods, yes!” I moaned as Thrak panted above me, keeping his cock in me, savoring my depths.
His eyes locked on my gold nipple piercings. It was worth the pain to give him this joy.

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Minx

I grimaced at the pounding rain. It had come in fast an hour ago as I walked the evening streets of Unmik. The wind howled down the street and five heartbeats later, a wall of water slammed into me. I pulled my cloak around me, shivering as I kept walking.

I spotted an alchemist sign. Finally. I had scoured the port city, looking for one. I needed to resupply my stash of alchemical bombs. I had been out of sticky bombs for awhile, and used up three sleeping bombs on monsters on our way back from Drakin Castle.

The Biomancer Vebrin had left that forest brimming with his disgusting creations.

I was down to a sleeping bomb, two lust bombs, and a smoke bomb. That wouldn’t do at all.

I reached the shop door, hoping they were still open despite sunset. I shivered, grabbing the handle and turning. It opened. I pushed into the shop, the interior lit by dreary lanterns, leaving much of the shelves, and their pots and bags, in shadows. The familiar, acrid smell of herbs assaulted my nose.

I sneezed.

I closed the door and pushed the hood of my cloak of my head. My hair, despite the protection of my hood, clung damp to my face. I shivered. I was soaked through by the downpour. Water dripped onto the wooden floor as I padded forward.

“Hello?” the alchemist said. “Did someone walk in?”

I was about to open my mouth, when a loud thumping and thudding came from outside. Metal jangled and clanked. I glanced over my shoulder at the warped, bubbled window peering out on the dark street. Torches sputtered and burned, carried in the hands of a column of armored soldiers.

I frowned at that. Why were soldiers moving about on such a rainy night? Was that common in the Princedoms? I had never been to Zeutch before.

“A halfling,” the alchemist said. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Sorry,” I said, turning back to look at the tall, blond man, his hair cut short and so pale it was almost white. It made him look older than his middle years should. “I am in great need of alchemical bombs.”

He arched an eyebrow. “Adventurer?”

“Yes,” I grinned.

“Another idiot heading into the Desolation,” he snorted. “Which ruin are you going to pick through? The dragon doesn’t suffer trespass on her domain.”

My smile grew. With the High King sword reforged, she would have to suffer us. “I hope you have acacia bombs, they’re my favorite, and I am all out.”

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Thrak

“Yes,” purred Thyrna as she wiggled her naked, red ass, her back striped with lines. Her nipple piercing glinted on the nightstand.

Faoril stood before her, pale body painted by candlelight. She had her hands crossed before her as she worked her magic. A lash of flames appeared, crackling and burning. I shivered, the temperature in the room dropping as she drew on the ambient heat.

And then she cracked her flaming whip across Thyrna’s back with a thought. The fire lashed out, sizzling on Thyrna’s skin. The rakshasa let out a moan of pure lust. Her butt-cheeks quivered. Her arms pulled at the bounds of air holding her up.

I stroked my dick, watching Faoril enjoy herself. She had such a broad grin on her face as she let the fire lash vanish, the heat pouring back into the air. The welts on Thyrna’s back were bright and red, looking painful.

Which only made more juices trickle down the rakshasa’s thighs.

“Tell me how much you love it,” Faoril said, conjuring a watery cat-o-nine-tails. This one she reached out and snagged, holding the rippling flogger in her grip.

“So much,” Thyrna moaned. “Oh, that one buuurned!” She wiggled her hips, eager for more.

Faoril flicked her flail upward, cracking it on Thyrna’s shaved pussy. The pirate captain gasped, rising on her tiptoes, her arms pulling hard on the invisible bonds. Her tits bounced as she let out a wanton moan.

Grinning, Faoril flicked her watery flail up again, cracking it across Thyrna’s pussy. Faoril gave the rakshasa just what she wanted. She gasped and moaned. Faoril cracked the watery lash again and again on the pirate’s cunt, making her shudder and cry out, abusing her snatch.

“Mistress,” she howled. “Yes, yes, yes.”

“Are you going to cum like the filthy cunt you are?” Faoril asked, suddenly spinning Thyrna in the air, her breasts jiggling. “Huh?”

“Yes, Mistress,” she moaned as the water lash splashed to the floor. Then the wood warped around the water. Out of the floorboard rose a thin, flexible cane, perfect for striking. Thyrna stared at it as Faoril seized it. “Yes, yes, hurt me! I’ll cum so hard!”

My dick ached, throbbed. I stood, my passions needing satiating. Faoril gave me a subtle nod as she smacked the cane into the palm of her hand. “You think you can cum without giving your Master any pleasure, pussycat. He owns you.”

“He does!” Thyrna moaned as I moved behind her, seizing her hips, My cock pressed against her welted ass. “Fuck me, Master! Fuck your pussycat! Dump all your cum in me! Use me! Make me purr.”

“Mmm, yes,” moaned Faoril, smacking her cane into her hand, “pound her naughty cunt. She needs it so bad. She’s such a naughty, wicked slut. Isn’t she?”

I pushed the tip of my dick up against Thyrna’s pussy. “Beg more. I want to hear how desperate you are for my cock.”

“So desperate, Master,” she gasped, wiggling, pressing her welted ass back into me. “You know I need it. The month waiting for you to return from Drakin Castle was torture. I fucked all my crew over and over. But their cocks weren’t yours, Master. None of them were strong enough to make me purr, to make me their pussycat. Please, Master, please.” She whimpered, her aching need naked in her voice. “Let my pussy eat your cock. Let my cunt please you. You’ll cum so hard. And so will I.” She swayed, looking over her shoulder at me, eyes burning.

I thrust my cock into her pussy.

Her hot, tight, wet depths sank around my dick. She groaned, shivering, her pussy clamping down, increasing the friction. I groaned. My eyes fluttered. My hands gripped her hips as I stared at Faoril over Thyrna’s shoulder.

My wife looked so sexy, her body pale, her new nipple piercings glinting. I hungered for them as I rammed my cock into Thyrna’s cunt. “Cane her tits,” I grunted to Faoril. “Remind her that you’re her mistress, too. She forgets.”

“Master?” Thyrna groaned, her pussy clenching on my dick.

“I heard how you talked to my wife while I played with her nipples and fucked her.” I drew back and slammed into her cunt, my groin smacking her welted ass.

She groaned in pain and pleasure.

“You need to be reminded to respect her. To love her. She’s your mistress. Your owner, too.”

“Yes, Master,” she groaned.

The cane hissed. It cracked against her tits. Thyrna screamed out in pain, her pussy clenching hard on my dick. Faoril grinned. She hadn’t held back. She made sure it hurt. Thyrna wiggled, sliding her pussy on my cock.

“Again, Mistress,” she moaned. “I am so sorry for disrespecting you. You’re my owner. I’m your pussycat, too.”

Hiss. Crack!

Thyrna yowled, her pussy sliding up and down my cock as she thrashed in agony and ecstasy.

“That’s right,” Faoril said. “Keep apologizing!”

Crack!

Thyrna howled again, her back arching into my shoulders as I pounded her. The bonds of air held her tight. She wiggled and groaned, her arms pulled taut. Her pussy clenched and spasmed on my dick as the cane fell again and again.

“Sorry, Mistress!” Thyrna howled as her orgasm consumed her.

Her pussy milked my cock as I slammed into her depths. It spasmed and writhed about my cock, hungry for every drop of cum she could drink from me. I savored it. I drew back and thrust in over and over, the pressure building in my balls.

“Gods,” I grunted as she came harder and harder, moans of pain and pleasure exploding from her mouth. The words became incoherent.

“Yes,” Faoril gasped, her tits heaving. She had a hand between her thighs, frigging her pussy as she caned Thyrna’s tits and stomach.

The cracks grew faster and faster. Faoril shivered, groaning, cumming as she punished our slave. The cane fell from her hands, sinking into the floor and merging back into the wood where it came from. Energy surged out from her. It lashed around the both of us, wind and water caressing me, heat massaging my balls.

Thyrna spasmed in my arms. I reached around her, grasping her tits. Her breasts stretched, pulled taut by invisible air. Her pussy spasmed so hard about my dick. She kept cumming and cumming. My balls ached as they thwacked into her body.

Faoril fell backward, supporting herself on air. Her own nipples stretched, air tugging on her own flashing piercings. Her juices squirted from her pussy as she writhed. She humped against her fingers, her pale face bursting with pleasure.

“Yes, yes, yes! Gods, yes!” she howled. “Cum in her, Thrak. Dump your jizz in her. Cum with us!”

“Yes, Master!” panted Thyrna, swaying, her words slurred. “Cum in me!”

I slammed into her pussy. I bellowed as the heat massaging my balls built the pressure. My cum had to explode out of me. The tip of my dick slid through spasming, wet flesh. The silk sent shudders rippling through my body.

I came.

“Gewin’s mighty cock!”

My hands squeezed Thyrna’s caned breasts hard, fingers feeling her puckered welts. My cum boiled out of my dick, spurting into her depths. I heaved with each one. Pleasure shot through me. Hot rapture had me trembling.

Thyrna went limp. The magic suspending her had vanished. I held her as I pumped my cum into her. Faoril gasped, grunting as she fell to the floor. She groaned, still frigging her pussy as her body thrashed in the final moments of her orgasm, her magic expended.

“Gods,” Faoril moaned. “Oh, Gods, Thrak, that was amazing.”

“Yes,” I said, gasping for breath, my entire body buzzing from the pleasure.

Thyrna mewled, trembling in my embrace. She was exhausted by her orgasms, driven to such heights of pleasure and pain. I picked her up, holding her light body in my arms, and carried her to the bed. I sank down on it, my body buzzing. I set Thyrna on my lap, petting her.

Faoril picked herself up, rubbing her ass, and staggered to the bed. My wife slid onto it, her short, brown hair swaying about her satiated face. She cuddled next to me, her hand joining me in caressing Thyrna’s wavy-black hair.

We petted our slave as we came down from our orgasms. Thyrna’s trembles slowed. Her breaths calmed. Purrs rumbled from her throat as she snuggled up to me.

“It’s almost over,” Faoril said. “Eight days riding to the Altar. Then another few days into the Desolation. It’s been five months since I met Angela.” She smiled at me. “Four-and-a-half since I met you.”

I laughed. “The way you looked at me that first day… You thought I would grunt and muck in the dirt like a pig.”

She blushed, looking down. “I greatly misjudged you.” She stroked my chest. “In two weeks, this will all be over.”

“And you question what the future holds for you?”

She didn’t answer. I could feel her pain. She always wanted to be a Master Mage of the Collegiate Tower. It was why she joined Angela’s quest, to cast the Reclamation Ritual, a powerful piece of magic, and prove to the Magery Council that she had the skill to take the Test again and try for the black.

But the events of Raratha had forever tarnished her. She was a Warlock, outlawed. She had no place in the Collegiate Tower. She would be a fugitive all her life.

Just like the rest of us.

“We have Thyrna’s boat,” I said.

“Be pirates?” she asked. “You don’t want to return to the tundra?”

“I buried one wife there. I don’t plan on burying another.” I looked at her. “There are lands beyond the Vilianth Ocean.”

“The fabled lands of Oppain and Okuwa. The frozen lands of Skellmokk. What are you saying? That we…explore them?”

“Why not? No one from our lands ventures past the Velnack Strait or the Shiltir Strait.”

“Because sea monsters lie beyond. None return. And that’s assuming the patrols from the Queendom of Naith or the Shizhuth Empire don’t sink you.”

“Sounds like a challenge,” Thrak grinned.

“Mmm, yes,” Thyrna moaned. “Fuck those bitches in Naith.”

“Sure,” Faoril said, interest kindling in her eyes. “Imagine what we could discover.”

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Acolyte Sophia

I trembled, my blindfold so tight I couldn’t see anything. The ropes bound my arms over my head. I faced the wall, my feet kept apart by a thick dowel of wood tied to both ankles. A spreader bar. I shivered, my pussy wet and excited. Rain hammered the inn. In the other room, Thrak and Faoril moaned.

The door opened. More than one person entered.

“My Queen?” I asked.

“Well, she’s as delicious as you promised,” a deep, gravelly man’s voice said.

A shiver went through me. What was going on?

“Yes, she is,” Angela purred. The footsteps approached us, one heavier than the other. I groaned. There was a man in the room. “She’s my sex slave. A priestess of Saphique.”

“The Virgin Goddess?” groaned the man. “So no man’s cock’s ever plucked her pussy?”

“No,” Angela moaned. “Twenty gold dupondius.”

“Done,” the man said. Coins clinked.

“My Queen?” I asked, my voice quavering. Was she really selling my pussy…to a man? “This isn’t… My vow?”

“Who do you serve?” Angela asked. “Me or your goddess?”

“I serve you both.”

“Well, you have to choose,” she said. “Will you be my concubine or my acolyte?”

“Your concubine, my Queen,” I gasped, my stomach curdling. This couldn’t be real. She wouldn’t really do this. I needed my magic. She needed my magic for the Quest.

Pussy juices trickled down my thighs. I shivered. My breath came in quick gasps. This really couldn’t be happening. It was a game. Just a game. But…what it if wasn’t?

The thought made my pussy clench, ache. I would be submitting to her fully. I would surrender my most precious gift to her. The footsteps came closer. Gloved hands grabbed my hips, strong, gripping me.

A cock nudged my pussy.

It wasn’t a dildo. I could feel the difference. It was thick and warm and spongy in a way no leather cock or stone shaft could ever be. It rubbed up and down my slit, nudging me. I felt so exposed with my legs forced apart. I couldn’t squeeze my thighs shut to protect myself.

But did I even want to?

The man let out a groan of pure pleasure. “Worth twenty dupondius. Now you’re just a whore, little acolyte.”

“Yes!” It has to be Xera’s cock. I could fuck her dick without issue. She went into heat yesterday. It was Xera’s cock.

But what if it wasn’t? Xera’s hands weren’t so thick, even in gloves. And that voice… Neither Angela or Xera could make a voice that deep, that gravely. The cock rubbed up and down on my pussy. What if it was a man’s cock?

My pussy ached even more. I let out a groan of pure, wanton pleasure. My heart thudded. My entire body trembled. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I pushed back, pressing my snatch against the cock, my lusts burning out of control.

The dick thrust into me.

“Yes,” moaned the man. “Oh, yes, that’s hot and warm.”

His cock slid so deep into me. My back arched. My pussy clenched down on the massive dick. Shivers raced through me. The friction ignited my excitement. The gloved hands squeezed so hard on my hips as the man felt the exquisite pleasure of my pussy.

“Saphique!” I gasped. “I’m so sorry. I…I…”
I came.

I came on a man’s cock.

My pussy spasmed against it. My body shook, arms pulling on the bonds. The ropes bit into my wrist. I convulsed and writhed, bucking against the man, my hips pressing back into a shaved-smooth cunt. Soft breasts rubbed against my back.

“Xera?” I gasped as I thrashed and groaned, my orgasm burning so hot through me. “Oh, thank Saphique, it’s you, Xera.”

“It’s me,” she purred, pressing forward, her tits rubbing on my back. Her delicate hands slid up my stomach to my tits, cupping them. “But you came so hard.”

“You did,” Angela purred, the gloved hands pulling from my hips.

“Yes, you did,” the gravely voice groaned. “Oh, Gods, Aurora, you love sucking my cock.” As the man spoke, his voice changed into Chaun’s dulcet tones.

“My Queen!” I gasped, thrashing as my orgasm boiled through me, Xera’s cock slamming over and over into my convulsing pussy, each thrust sending more and more pleasure through my body. “Oh, you had me so sure it was a man.”

“And you did it anyways,” Angela said. Her gloved hands cupped my face, turning me. She kissed me from the side. Her kiss grew salty.

Tears. She cried.

I kissed her hard, thrashing and swaying as Xera’s wonderful elf-cock slid in and out of my pussy. I loved it. Girl-dicks were sooooo much better than dildos. Every temple of Saphique needed to have a resident elf or nixie so they could enjoy this wonderful delight.

My tongue met my Queen’s. I kissed her so hard as I trembled, bucking back into Xera as she thrust over and over into me, her big, soft, pillowy tits rubbing on my back. Her nipples so hard. She gasped and moaned as she plowed me.

I was dizzy with pleasure, kissing my Queen so hard as I kept cumming and cumming. Everything else in the room vanished. There was only the sweet delight of my Mistress’s lips on mine and Xera’s cock ramming into my pussy.

“Matar’s cock,” the elf moaned.

And then her girl-cum spurted into me. The hot, thick jizz splashed through my pussy. I groaned, my body spasming harder. My orgasm swelled brighter. Stars burst through my vision, illuminating the darkness with reds and yellows and blues as my pussy drank in every bit of her jizz.

I loved Angela so much. She always found new ways to give me pleasure. To love me.

She broke the kiss. “Mmm, I have to lick you clean. It’s your reward.”

“Thank you, my Queen,” I moaned as Xera pulled her girl-dick out of my pussy, her cum running down my thighs. What a wicked feeling.

I was such a lucky acolyte of Saphique to experience all these naughty delights.

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Xerathalasia

Angela moaned as she knelt naked before the blindfolded Sophia. I couldn’t believe how fast we both came. Sophia was primed for my cock. She had exploded so hard. With almost as much enthusiasm as Minx.

I hoped my lover was fine. I still felt guilty for our relationship. But I loved Minx. I didn’t know what would happen when the Quest was over. I had to return to the Deorc Forest, to my wife and daughter. And yet…

Yet I didn’t want to leave Minx. I felt so close to her since Drakin Castle. Every time I made love to her pussy—three times on the trip back when she had used her alchemical ointment to grow my cock—I came so hard. I felt so bound to her as my jizz spurted into her, united in a way I had never felt with my wife.

I didn’t want to lose her. So I hoped she wasn’t getting soaked in the deluge. If she hurried back, I would have enough stamina to make love to her again. But until then, my dick throbbed, and I had Sophia to play with.

“What a cute ass,” I grinned, sliding my cock up through Sophia’s taint. My dick, soaked by her juices, slid up to her ass. “I bet you would love to be filled with my dick.”

“Yes,” she gasped, voice throaty with pleasure, grinding on her Mistress’s mouth.

Angela’s hand reached around Sophia to grasp my cock. “Fuck my slave’s ass! She’s such a naughty slut. She’s missed out on a life of cock, and now she gets to enjoy it.”

“I have,” whimpered Sophia as my dick rubbed on her sphincter.

I thrust into her asshole. My ears twitched, pricked. Outside, metal jangled. Boots thumped. Hooves beat. The scent of iron, oil, and rust caught my nose, the same scents that wreathed Angela’s armor and…

“Matar’s cock!” I gasped, glancing at the window. Torches burned in the rain, illuminating the soldiers moving around the inn, holding long pikes. Officers on horses shouted orders. My ears picked up the sounds over the drumming rain.

“I want the inn secured!”

“Move! Move!”

“Get around to the back! We can’t let the criminals escape!”

“Angela!” I gasped, my heart surging with fear. The inn was surrounded.

To be continued…

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