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– Chapter One –
Thursday

They set off into the wilderness with bags packed. Samantha was the
prettiest, but Rachel was the most popular. Erin, athletic and
boyish, was the token black girl. Leah, armed with impeccable grades,
wanted to save the planet. Katy had dyed-black hair and wore too much
eyeshadow, but was otherwise unremarkable. They’d known each other
before the orienteering trip, had attended St. Francis The Martyr
together since kindergarten. Miss Arson was the newcomer. Two years
out of teaching college, she’d replaced St. Francis’s last teaching
nun. The girls loved her for this and she became their mentor.

None of them knew that fate would soon draw them together, forming
unbreakable bonds between them. It was just an orienteering trip to a
national park, one of six outdoor experiences to choose from. Each of
the five girls had chosen the orienteering trip because Miss Arson was
the chaperone. Nobody imagined what would take place over the course
of the coming weekend. Other than the lesbian incident, their last
day at school before the trip was as normal as any other day.

Erin Burgess and Leah Ormsby, both of whom were rumoured to like
girls, not boys, retreated into a vacant classroom during lunch break,
and probably not for the first time. The difference today was that
Rachel O’Connor, armed with a digital camera, followed them into their
hideaway and filmed their tryst. A week later, what was caught on
film would seem barely noteworthy. Leah sat on a desk in the corner
with her thin legs spread. Erin stood between them, one arm on Leah’s
hipbones, the other behind her head, laced in her long, wavy red hair.
They leaned together to kiss; Leah’s glasses slid down her nose,
supported between them as they locked together.

With strong, dark fingers, Erin undid the top two buttons of Leah’s
blouse and pressed her lips between the peaks of pale, revealed
breasts. Her hand found its way underneath the blouse. Rachel zoomed
in at this point, capturing the movement of Erin’s hand as she groped
Leah’s right breast. They were still kissing, dark lips on white
shoulders. Leah’s blouse slipped down over her shoulders and she was
left topless, a leopard-print bra revealed. Erin continued groping.
Then, Leah turned, pushed her glasses back up the length of her nose,
and looked at the classroom door. She must have seen Rachel filming
because she abruptly pulled her clothes back on, not before her entire
upper body blushed bright red, from her face to the flesh of her
breasts, exposed all the way down to her right nipple, pale as her
skin, which Erin had revealed and was leaning down to suck.

The video cut out at that point, but by the end of the day, the
entire school knew that Leah had chased Rachel down the hallway.
Erin, captain of the soccer team, might have caught her, but Leah,
pale and wispy, could not. Rachel used the remainder of lunch break
to show the video to her entire circle of friends.

In last period Health, which Miss Arson had taken on in addition to
Biology and Earth Science, she noticed the tension. Miss Arson had
been drafted into teaching Health, due to her willingness to utter
words like “penis,” “vagina,” “masturbation” and “menstruation,” and
didn’t like it much, seeing that the class’s mere existence drew
complaints from parents. The state, however, said that St. Francis
needed to teach sex education, and so Miss Arson weathered the
complaints and made sure to let the girls know that Mrs. Callahan,
teacher of Religious Studies, was always there to offer the church’s
viewpoint on any subject discussed in Health.

The girls were worked-up over something today, and Miss Arson could
tell that it was more than excitement about the trip. Rachel O’Connor
and Samantha Connelly sat with their desks pushed together, whispering
and occasionally glancing over at Erin and Leah. Each glance was
followed by peals of silent giggling. Erin returned the angry
glances, but Leah leaned onto thin, crossed arms, red hair flowing
around her lowered head. Yes, something was up and Miss Arson knew
it. She also knew that all of them, Rachel, Samantha, Erin and Leah,
were on her field trip. And so was Katy Flaherty, who seemed to be
uninvolved in the conflict.

Miss Arson didn’t let it affect her teaching. “Condoms,” she said,
slapping a banana onto Samantha and Rachel’s combined desk and setting
two condoms beside it. “It’s a good idea to know how to put a condom
onto a penis, so today, we’re going to practice.” Today, of course,
was a good day, because the girls would have less than twenty-four
hours to tell their parents about the lesson and because if there were
complaints, she’d be deep in the wilderness when they came in.

“To apply the condom, take it out of its package—careful not to tear
the latex. Place it at the head of the penis—or, in this case, the
banana, and unroll it with a downward motion.” She placed a banana
and two condoms between Erin and Leah. Samantha and Rachel started
laughing—out loud, this time. “It’s not funny, girls, it’s something
we should all know how to do. She looked over to Katy, who was
sitting alone. “Katy, work with Rachel and Samantha, please, and keep
the laughter at a minimum.” Miss Arson figured that the addition of
the moody and serious Katy would stop the giggling. She handed Katy a
third condom. “Each of you needs to apply the condom once and then
you’re done for the day. I know we’re all eager to talk about
tomorrow’s field trips.”

Miss Arson sat at her desk, watching the girls. Erin nudged Leah,
but she kept her head down. Erin methodically performed the exercise,
stretching the condom over the banana, then tossing it to one side,
still suited up.

Rachel made the show of it, taking the condom in her mouth and bobbing
down over the banana like she was taking an erect penis into her
mouth. After the condom was on, she gripped her hand around the base
of the banana, stuck out her tongue, and took it deep into her mouth.
Her rose-petal lips closed around it and her eyes widened as she slid
it in and out of her mouth. When she finally popped the banana out of
her mouth, it was dripping with saliva. Rachel swirled her long, pink
tongue around the condom’s reservoir tip.

Now, Samantha and Katy laughed, but it was pleasant laughter. Katy
asked for another banana so she wouldn’t get Samantha’s germs on her
mouth. This made even Miss Arson laugh. Katy tried putting on a
condom with her mouth, too, stretching her thin, crimson lips into an
“o,” but she was uncertain and clumsy, and ended up ripping it with a
pointy incisor.

“Don’t bite his dick off, goth girl,” Samantha said. Katy hissed at
her, green eyes gleaming, and the entire group laughed again.

Miss Arson was worried about Leah, though, and walked past her desk
just in time to hear Erin coaxing her up. “Just be yourself, girl,”
Erin said, rubbing one strong, bronzed hand down Leah’s back. “Don’t
worry what everyone says about you because it doesn’t matter.” Leah
raised her head and performed the condom task with an apathy similar
to Erin’s, pulling her condom on over the first one. Miss Arson
ignored this and moved on, confident that Erin was doing a fine job
consoling her friend. She heard some muffled laughter from Samantha
and Rachel as Leah finished her condom, but ignored this, too. She
was friendly with all of the girls, and if they needed her, they’d
come to her.

It was later, after the girls had gone, that Miss Arson found out
what the issue had been. In the staffroom, she overheard the very
religious Crispina Callahan, a woman who might have become a nun had
she been born ten years earlier, blathering on about something. “And
Rachel showed me the tape, and I nearly fainted. I told her to turn
that filth off. I’ve half a mind to go to the principal, but I
wouldn’t want to get poor little Rachel in trouble.”

She turned away from Mr. DeRose, the math teacher, who was only half
listening, and spied Miss Arson. “Oh, Emily,” she called out, “Have
you ever got a weekend ahead of you! Both of those little harlots are
on your trip!”

“Well, I wouldn’t call Rachel a harlot,” Miss Arson said, hovering a
bit closer to Mrs. Callahan, not wanting to sit down. She was
thinking of Rachel with the condom in her mouth, expertly unwrapping
it over the banana.

“I don’t mean Rachel,” Crispina said, almost scolding her colleague.
“I mean Leah and Erin. Rachel showed me a video of the two of them
locked in an…” she hesitated. “…Unholy union.”

“Meaning,” Miss Arson replied, even though she’d already caught the meaning.

“They’re dykes, both of them. Queer as they come.”

“Now, now,” said Mr. Derose, “sometimes young girls get confused.”

“Well, they didn’t look confused to me,” said Mrs. Callahan. “Just
know that you’ve got a long weekend ahead of you, Emily. Be sure to
educate them about… wrongdoing. That’s what health class should be
about, if you ask me—letting them know that it’s a sin. It’s right in
the Bible.” Laughing on the inside, Miss Arson excused herself. If
only Miss Callahan could have seen the class today, she would have had
a heart attack. As Miss Arson walked away, Mrs. Callahan called after
her, “Just remember, Emily, He lifts up the holy and punishes the
wicked.”

Miss Emily Arson remembered those words two days later at the oddest
moment. It would take years to regain the confidence to get
Crispina’s judgment out of her head.
“And out in the wilderness, too,” she heard Crispina continue. “Can
you imagine all of the ‘jungle love’ those two will get up to if
someone isn’t watching them? I’m so glad that my group is touring
cathedrals because we’ll be surrounded by….” For now, that voice
faded into the background.

– Chapter Two –

Friday Morning

Leah was tired of hiding her sexuality. She’d taken Erin’s words into
her heart. “Just be yourself, girl,” Erin had said, those big, dark
lips brushing the side of her head. Erin smelled sporty, like the
men’s deodorant soap she used in the shower, but on her, it was
strangely feminine and added to her mystique, even though she dressed
like a tomboy. With her camping gear packed, she donned a short,
camo-patterned skirt, her favorite belt, the one with an old school
seatbelt buckle at the center and recycled soda pop lids lining the
belt. Her T-shirt was vintage, green and fitted, and bore a peace
sign over her ample breasts. She showed up at church like this, red
hair tamed only slightly. It was Friday morning and the priest was
going to bless the Juniors before they embarked on their trips.

Leah turned heads. She’d expected to, of course, and made a
conscious decision to relish the attention, positive and negative.
Amid the sea of faces, some—Mrs. Callahan’s, in particular—judgmental,
some in awe, she found Erin. Erin was dressed in her usual street
clothes, jeans and a sports jersey, this one Magic Johnson’s. “Wow,”
Erin mouthed.

“I’m done hiding,” Leah whispered, embracing her friend. But her
voice was wavering already and she was wondering if she’d made a
mistake dressing this way, deliberately cultivating this sort of
attention.

“Okay,” Erin said, and by the apprehension in her voice, Leah could
tell that Erin wasn’t sure, either. They’d only been girlfriends for
a month or so, and the most they’d done was kiss and grope. Neither
of them felt any interest in boys. Leah couldn’t imagine laying down
and allowing some sweaty, teenage boy to stab her with his dick. Erin
was muscular, familiar, unthreatening and shared her sentiment that
penises were disgusting.

The priest delivered his blessing.

“Hear, O Lord, the prayers of Thy servants, the girls of St. Francis
the Martyr. Bless their journeyings. Thou Who art everywhere present,
shower upon them the effects of Thy mercy. Clothe them with your
invisible protection to keep them from all danger of collision, of
fire, of explosion, of fall and bruises, and finally, having preserved
them from all evil, and especially from sin, so that they may return
to offer Thee their thanksgiving. Through Christ our Lord, Amen.”

None of the girls appeared to be listening. They were lost in the
excitement of this trip. Of course, they were all listening more than
they were willing to admit. They were at an age when many young,
Catholic girls turn away from the Church, but, though these five,
Leah, Erin, Samantha, Rachel and Katy, had all begun to question the
church’s teachings, none of them had completely lost faith or respect.

“Amen,” they replied, all of them together.

The talk on the bus was still about Leah and Erin, who were seated in
the back row. It was one of the short buses the school used for
handicapped students, but for the purpose of this trip, it held the
five girls, their gear, and food that was to last the weekend. The
bus driver, whose name was Alexandro, spoke very little English and
would depart as soon as they’d set up camp. As soon as they pulled
onto the state highway, the girls began chattering, ignoring Miss
Arson, who’d brought a book.

“I swear,” Rachel said to Samantha, “Father Daniel was looking right
at her when he said ‘especially from sin.’ He knows.”

“It’s not like you’ve never done anything dirty before,” Samantha replied.

“Shut up,” said Rachel.

In the back seat, behind all of the gear, which took up the bus’s
third and fourth rows, Erin and Leah crouched in the corner. Now and
then, they whispered to one another. Just behind Miss Arson, Katy sat
alone, leaning back in her seat with headphones on. Her dyed black
hair was pulled into two braids.

An hour into the journey, Miss Arson stood up. “Okay, girls,” she
said, “Let’s listen for a moment. In an hour and a half, we’ll be at
the park. We’ll spend tonight at camp, then head out on our
orienteering trip in the morning. With luck, we’ll be at the top of
Ash Hill tomorrow night where we’ll sleep in our tents, or under the
stars, if you prefer. We’ll hike back down, rest up, and the bus will
meet us first thing Monday morning.” The girls listened attentively
and returned to their conversations.

In the back seat, Erin and Leah returned to what they’d been
discussing before. “Are you sure?” Erin whispered in Leah’s ear,
drawing red hair over Leah’s shoulder with one dark hand.

“Yes,” said Leah, firmly, then returned to her whisper. “No one will
see.” She leaned against the window, put her hands on either side of
Erin’s face, staring into her dark eyes, and drew her in for a deep
kiss. Erin’s lips felt warm and robust against Leah’s; Leah inhaled
Erin’s scent and leaned back further, legs spreading inside the camo
skirt. Erin’s hand snaked upwards, parting Leah’s legs. Leah felt
Erin’s thick fingers, skin rough, but moving gently, as they pushed
her panties aside and found her inner lips.

She felt hot all over, and wet down below. A burst of dampness seemed
to gather at the entrance to her vagina. It had all seemed so
clinical before—in sex-ed with Miss Arson describing it. In the
Bible, with its “he came into her” and “he knew her.” And it had
always been men and women. Leah shuddered as Erin found her clitoris,
rubbed it softly, touched it in ways Leah had never dared. Erin had
masturbated before—she’d told Leah that much, and the terrain of
Leah’s body, though more slender, must have seemed familiar. Erin
kept kissing Leah as her fingers circled the hardening bud. She drew
back and looked into Leah’s eyes as her index and middle finger moved
lower, her thumb remaining on the now rock-hard little button. She
delved two fingers deeply, parting Leah’s firm outer lips, then her
soft, inner ones.

Leah felt Erin’s fingers intruding, pressing against her hymen. This
was so bad and she knew it. She’d been taught in church and school
that her hymen was meant for her husband, but here was Erin pressing
against it, wanting to enter with her fingers. It was deliciously
wrong, and, at that moment, Leah wanted it more than anything. She
wanted those thick, bronzed fingers to thrust their way into her
dripping puss, and to move in and out like a dick was meant to. Her
own scent was intoxicating; she was surprised she could smell her own
arousal. She closed her eyes, tilted her head back, Erin kissing her
neck, and prepared for penetration—but it did not come.

“Oh, SICK!” Rachel screamed. “SICK SICK SICK!” She dropped her hot
pink United Colours of Benetton suitcase, brand name garments
scattering over the floor of the bus, and turned toward the teacher
and bus driver, one accusing finger pointed at Leah and Erin. “The
lezzies are getting it on back there, Miss Arson! It’s absolutely
disgusting!”

With the exception of the bus driver, who didn’t know the Spanish
translation of “lezzies,” everyone in the bus turned and looked at
them. Erin’s hand slipped out from under Leah’s skirt and Erin
herself leaned in front of Leah, as though to block her from view.

“Miss Arson, do something!” Rachel wailed. “It’s against nature.”

“Actually, Rachel,” Miss Arson said, “it’s not. Homosexuality is
found in many species. In fact, many scientists believe it’s nature’s
method of population control, or a normal, harmless variation. “

“But the Bible says it’s wrong,” Samantha retorted, flipping her hair.

“Well, you girls can believe what you want,” Miss Arson said, “but my
way of thinking is this—the Bible was written before we understood a
lot of nature’s mechanisms. Evolution, which has now been accepted by
the Catholic church, is still denied by people in many other
religions. There are many places where we don’t take the Bible at
face value, and, besides, I’m not a nun, I’m a science teacher.”

Rachel slid back into the seat next to Samantha. Both of them looked
confused. At the very least, Miss Arson had given them something to
mull over. Katy put her headphones back on and looked out the window.
Miss Arson proceeded to the back of the bus where Erin sat beside a
red-faced and tearful Leah, clutching her hand. “Girls,” Miss Arson
said. Even Erin looked worried, like she knew she was about to be
punished. “I want you to know that what you were doing is natural and
normal, whether you’re really attracted to the same sex or just
curious. But maybe it would be more appropriate to explore in
private. All right?” With that, she stood and walked back to her
seat. Leah and Erin looked at each other. Miss Arson was a pretty
cool teacher.

– Chapter Three –

Friday Afternoon

Rachel didn’t consider herself to be a typical popular girl. Sure,
her father owned both of the town’s movie theatres and a chain of
Italian restaurants. Of course, she was beautiful, with long, golden
brown hair streaked with just the right amount of blonde. And, of
course, most of the girls in school wanted to be her. But Rachel
considered herself more than some plastic popular girl. She was
shrewdly intelligent—she needed to be, to keep the boys wanting her
and the girls admiring her. Her popularity, she figured, would last
well into adulthood when she would take over her father’s little
empire, and she knew that if she didn’t stay socially connected, she’d
end up answering to someone like her best friend, Samantha, pretty and
vacant.

Samantha demonstrated her mental inflexibility less than five minutes
after the girls arrived at camp. Camp consisted of two cabins full of
bunk beds, a stone fire pit, and a rickety latrine set ten feet into
the forest. An outdoor shower and water pump were located on the
other side of the camp. Miss Arson began to unlock the one cabin they
would be using, but found the door unlocked already. Samantha darted
into the cabin, searching the walls high and low. “Oh, no!” she
screamed, “no outlets! How am I supposed to dry my hair?”

“Hey, Samantha,” Erin said, “There’s no hot water here, either.”

“Oh, nooo!” she shrieked, louder this time, pressing her
neatly-manicured hand against her forehead.

Rachel had been thinking a lot about Erin, Leah and what Miss Arson
had said on the bus. She knew that homosexuality was forbidden by the
Bible, but she and Samantha had done some things that weren’t exactly
biblical. With guys, of course, but still. Let she who is without
sin cast the first stone, or whatever. This time, Rachel took Erin’s
side. “Come on, Samantha, it’s fun to be rugged.” She growled as she
toted her pink luggage into the cabin and set it beside one of the
bunk beds.

“Hey, Rachel,” Samantha said, flipping her blond hair from side to
side. Though usually straight and flowing, Samantha’s hair had been
mussed on the bus. This didn’t keep her from saying something to stop
Rachel in her tracks. “Two words: Damien. Flaherty.”

Rachel drew a tight breath into her chest; her body tensed from her
belly button up to her firm, rounded breasts. Her eyes darted around
the room until they focused on her bunk. “Hey,” she said, “There’s
someone else’s stuff in here. Look!”

“A Baptist group was here for a school trip earlier this week,” Miss
Arson said. “Maybe they left some of their things.”

“Well, the Baptists must be pretty rich, because if I left my
Walkman, sleeping bag and a hundred-dollar American Girls doll at
camp, I know what my parents would do.” Rachel crossed her arms and
released the tension in her chest.

“Nobody’s richer than your parents,” Samantha huffed, plopping down
on the top bunk.

Across the room, Katy had found something, too. “There’s a pillow on
mine. It’s dirty, though.” She tossed it aside. “Some people.”
Katy shrugged, her twin braids bobbing up and down.

Rachel folded the Walkman and doll into the pink sleeping bag and set
it in a corner. The girls laid out their sleeping bags, Samantha and
Rachel in one bunk, Erin and Leah in the second, Katy in the third.
Miss Arson opened up the other cabin, where she would have her
privacy.

Leaving Samantha sprawled on the top bunk, Rachel sprinted out of the
cabin and toward the water pump where Miss Arson had already filled
pitcher with water for the girls’ canteens. She was now working on a
huge bucket of water to put out the campfire at the end of the night.
Rachel was eager to help. She loved being outdoors, unlike most of
her popular friends, who’d chosen other trips, like Mrs. Callahan’s
tour of churches. The cool, spring breeze fluttered through Rachel’s
golden hair. She smiled. “Can I have a turn with the pump?” she
asked. Miss Arson stepped aside and allowed Rachel to pump. With her
long, lean muscles working on the pump’s metal handle, Rachel let her
mind wander back to the last few days of school. She’d been mean to
tape what Erin and Leah were up to, she realized. She’d just wanted
to detract from what she’d done with Damien Flaherty, an upperclassman
who happened to be Katy’s brother; she hadn’t wanted to be the talk of
the school in the days before the field trip. But she could still
feel his thin lips against hers, his tongue warm in her mouth. He had
dyed black hair like his sister’s, but shorter and slightly shaggy.
His eyelashes were long and dark, completely wasted on a boy, and as
they made out, Rachel had wondered what he would look like in some of
Katy’s mascara.

The crisp, woodsy smell of a growing campfire was in the air; it drew
Rachel back into the present. Leah and Katy danced around the stack
of kindling as Erin quickly gathered logs from a stack that looked to
have toppled over. As the brightness of day faded, the girls—even
Samantha—gathered around to roast hot dogs on sticks and watch three
cans of baked beans cook in the glowing embers that formed a circle
around the fire. Rachel joined them, lugging the bucket of water
against her designer jeans. Whoever said popular girls couldn’t be
outdoorsy?

They told ghost stories as they ate, the typical “things that go bump
in the night” stories that students and teachers have told on camping
trips for years, flashlights lighting their faces from below. Miss
Arson told the story of the escaped convict with the metal hand.
Katy’s was about a haunted hotel room. Leah didn’t have an urban
legend story, just mumbled something about Americans destroying the
environment. She was always blathering on about the beauty of the
wilderness and the fact that America was actively destroying it.

Erin told the one about the Smith-Jones family. Rachel’s was about a
dummy named Zebo who came to life. Finally, after Samantha’s story
about an imported Mexican dog that turned out to be a sewer rat, it
was Rachel who suggested Truth or Dare. After all she’d done to put
Erin and Leah on the spot, she was ready to open herself to criticism.
And talking about it would be fun.

“That was very enlightening, Samantha,” Rachel said.

“I know,” Samantha agreed, running her fingers through her hair.
Most faces look strange when they’re lit by a flashlight, but Samantha
looked angelic, like a porcelain doll. “That really happened to my
cousin’s friend’s sister,” she said, nodding her head. “It does
happen, you know. That’s why you should always buy American, even
when you’re buying a dog.”

Miss Arson concealed a chuckle. Leah said, “Didn’t you listen to my
story at all?! Buying American destroys the environment, and that’s
the real horror story.” Leah patted her on her back, then clasped her
hand.

Katy laughed out loud. “Samantha, I’ve been going to summer camp
since I was six. I think I heard your story first when Damien was
nine, I was seven, and he swore it was his bunkmate who’d brought the
sewer rat home.”

“Damien,” Samantha repeated, a smug and knowing smile on her face.
“Your brother, Damien.”

“Yeah, my brother, Damien,” Katy repeated, not understanding that
Samantha was baiting Rachel. “Are you slow or something?” She’d
taken her dark hair down; it hung down just below her shoulders and
had streaks of fire engine red, which she concealed in braids during
school hours.

“Yeah,” Samantha said, “let’s play truth or dare.”

Miss Arson yawned. “Well, I guess it’s time for me to turn in. When
you get this old, you really start to need your beauty rest.” Miss
Arson wasn’t old. She was twenty-five at the most, only one year out
of teacher’s college. Her hair was a plain, mousy brown, usually tied
into a cute, curly pony tail or a bun with tendrils of hair that
cascaded down the back of her head. She was a favorite among the
students, which often put her at odds with the administration.
Tonight, she had her hair hanging down in waves. She stood, smiling
at the girls, took her flashlight and headed to her cabin to read her
book. The girls all knew she respected their privacy, but, really,
she could have stayed if she’d wanted to.

“Okay,” Rachel said, rocking forward to place her elbows on her knees
and her head in her hands. The warmth of the fire and the
anticipation of the moment were making her sweat. “Erin, truth or
dare?”

“Truth.” Erin held her flashlight under her chin, lighting up her
cocoa-colored skin. “But we have to make a promise first. What’s
said here stays between us. I take enough crap at school for being
the black girl who beats everyone at sports. I don’t need people
making fun of me for being a lesbian, too, you know?”

“I agree,” Katy said. “High school sucks bad enough without everyone
making fun of you for being different.” She fluttered her eyelashes,
which were heavy with mascara. “So, is that a deal, everyone?”

“Yep,” said Leah.

“Sure,” said Samantha.

“Of course,” said Rachel, who then asked, “How many times have you
and Leah, you know, done it?”

“In the bus, in the classroom, and one time before that, I dunno,”
she said. “I know I’m not normal, but I just want to be me. Um,
Katy, truth or dare?”

“Dare,” Katy said, grinning impishly.

“To the latrine and back, shirt off, no flashlight.”

Katy didn’t have to be told twice. She was as wild as her hair. The
tight, black shirt she was wearing came off, her silver necklaces
jangled down around her neck, and a black, lacy bra with a
heart-shaped clasp was visible. Her breasts were small and perky, the
nipples stiff under the lace. She was skinny; her ribs were visible,
and her stomach indented toward her bellybutton. In the glint of
firelight, the others realized she had a silver stud in her
bellybutton that they hadn’t seen before. Samantha gasped audibly as
Katy turned around twice, letting the others look at her for a few
moments before she took off running. Everyone watched her, little
breasts bouncing up and down, as she ran past the campfire and into
the darkness. Everyone could hear her footsteps, which slowed the
further she ran from the light.

“Tag!” Katy called when she got to the outhouse. The girls heard her
slap its side. She ran back, stepped into the golden light, and
pulled her shirt back over milky skin that now bore goosebumps. “That
was kinda freaky,” Katy said, crossing her arms over her now-concealed
breasts. “I can hear all the mice and owls and shit in the trees over
there.”

“Let’s just hope there aren’t any bears,” Rachel said.

“Brrrr,” Katy replied, shivering. “Okay, Rach, you asked for it.
Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“What did you do with my brother that everyone but me seems to know
about?” She didn’t sound angry, just curious, though firelight can
contort the features.

“I sucked his dick,” Rachel said. Everyone gasped except Samantha.

Out of the girls on the trip, only Samantha had sex, and that was
common knowledge because she’d taken a “re-virginity pledge” at her
youth group soon after, and had done a presentation on this in
freshman health two years ago. If anyone else had experimented with
boys, they’d kept quiet about it, especially after Samantha’s tearful
confession that she could have, like, gotten pregnant, or ended up
with some icky disease.

The game degenerated. “What was it like?” Samantha asked.
Apparently her sexual experience had not encompassed dick sucking.
“Was it like the banana?”

“Kind of,” Rachel said. But it hadn’t been like the banana at all.
She’d started out just kissing Damien in the back seat of his car,
looking at his honey brown eyes, framed by those super-long eyelashes.
He’d smelled sweet, like sweat and anticipation, but he hadn’t forced
her, had just touched the right places—the nape of her neck, the
underside of one of her ample breasts underneath her shirt, her waist,
thumb just above her hipbone, index finger delving into her belly
button, at the exact spot where Katy’s had been pierced. She’d
reciprocated, touching his waist first, then snaking her hand under
the waistband of his jeans.

He had unbuttoned, unzipped and things had gone from there. “I just
thought I’d want to see it at first, but when he took it out, I
started touching it. I’d never seen one before.” She’d been
fascinated with it—the hard skin, stretched tight over the shaft, the
bulbous head, shining in the dim light from the top of the car, the
little hole. She’d run her fingers along the smooth, dry skin, from
the tip to the base, eyes locked on this thing she’d never seen
before. She looked at the testicles, twin orbs in their sack, but
didn’t touch them because she was afraid of hurting him. Damien told
her not to be so gentle, and she’d instinctively licked her hand
before grasping his dick. She’d moved her hand up and down, from a
sharp nest of trimmed, black pubic hair to his cock-head, spreading
lubrication, moving faster, smelling his excitement much more strongly
now.

Rachel’s pussy was getting damp now, just from thinking about it. “Do
you want to suck it?” he’d asked. She didn’t say yes, but she didn’t
say no, either, just gingerly licked the tip of it. It tasted like
skin, though perhaps a bit more salty, was smooth like the inside of
her cheek, but was hard underneath. She curved her lips and took it
into her mouth, first just the head, then more of it. Damien had been
an excellent teacher. “Get your bob on, baby,” he’d said, and she’d
bobbed her head up and down. “Swirl your tongue, just like that.”
She’d sucked and licked, beginning to taste his arousal, learning that
the taste of pre-cum was both salty and sweet, and that the
consistency was that of egg whites. She hadn’t minded. She’d
swallowed his juices right down and kept sucking, getting his whole
shaft wet. Spit dripped into the evenly-cut thatch of pubic hair
below and Rachel kept going, using her tongue, listening to Damien as
he lost his voice, lost the instructions, and let her take over.

“Did you get anything out of it?” Leah asked.

Rachel wasn’t sure whether Leah was talking about arousal or getting
her pussy fingered, which was clearly one of Leah’s favorite
activities. “I got wet,” she said, “and he touched my pussy through
my panties. I wouldn’t let him take them off.” She tried to say this
without judgment, but she considered herself a good girl. Even though
she’d had his cock working in and out of her mouth, had him breathless
underneath her, when he’d put his hand up her skirt, she’d let him
touch for a moment before moving away. She’d worked on him more
diligently then, bobbing quickly, sticking her tongue out so his dick
would slide in and out of her mouth, slipping past her uvula and into
her throat now and then. The taste and smell were overwhelming now
and she felt her clit harden against her panties, which were soaked
through with her own juices.

Then, Damien leaned back and moaned. His thin, narrow body shook,
racked with pleasure. His hips thrust up and he grabbed the sides of
her head, pushing her down to take him more deeply than she had
before.

“Did he spooge in your mouth?” Samantha asked.

“Sick, Samantha, that’s my brother,” Katy said, trying to interrupt,
but Rachel answered anyway.

His jizz had come in four spurts, the first one the biggest, coating
her throat with its heat, sliding down. He’d pulled forward a bit,
then, and come on the back of her tongue, then squirted twice into one
of her tender cheek pouches. She didn’t think she’d like the taste,
but she found that she did. It was part of him, something she could
hold on to. She gulped, taking it down in one swallow. “Yeah,”
Rachel said. “It tasted good.” The girls all gasped again,
pretending to be offended by this dirty talk when, really, they were
all curious about sex. Rachel was so wet now that she came to a
realization. “I wish I’d let him finger me, or eat me out.”

“Guys do that? Like, lick down there?” This was Samantha, who’d
supposedly had sex. Rachel only rolled her eyes. Her best friend,
who purported herself to be more experienced than everyone in their
group, could be so naive.

As Rachel was mulling over what to say next, she heard something
scamper past in the bushes beyond the campfire. Leah whipped around,
trying to see what kind of animal was there watching them, but
whatever it was, it had gone before her head turned. “Well,” she
said, “I think that’s my cue to go to bed.”

“Yeah, let’s get this fire out and move this party to the bunks.”
Rachel made a show of tipping the huge bucket of water onto the fire,
which sizzled, popped, and died before them. The girls linked hands
and ran back to the cabin before any more wildlife could make its
presence known.

The campfire gathering, despite its abrupt ending, was not to be
forgotten. It was proof that there had been some degree of
togetherness even at the beginning of the trip, and that togetherness
carried on through the night

– Chapter Four –

Friday Night

Katy woke up with a start. “What was that?” she gasped
instinctively. She was a light sleeper. When she was a child, her
brother had played so many pranks on her that she’d learned to sleep
with one eye open, as her grandfather called it. “We could have used
you in the war,” he always said.

Katy was interested in the darker side of things—her grandfather’s
frightening war stories. Missing children, particularly the ones the
news didn’t bother to cover. Sylvia Plath and Edgar Allen Poe. She’d
dyed her hair black at age twelve. Damien, at fourteen, had copied
her, a fact she never allowed him to forget.

In the cabin, nobody stirred. Katy checked the room. She didn’t
know why, but she felt like someone was watching her. She’d heard
enough stories about perverts and serial killers that she expected to
see a shadowed figure in the corner or hunched over one of the other
girls’ beds. But she saw nothing of note, just the slow movement of
tree branches outside the cabin’s single window. Now and then, the
tip of one immature oak branch scraped the dusty glass. In her bunk,
Samantha snored in a most unladylike manner. Rachel slept below her,
brown hair spread over the pillow in perfect waves.

Then, Katy noticed something—Leah wasn’t in her bunk. Before she
raised the alarm, Katy remembered what had happened on the bus. Sure
enough, though Erin, turned on her side, blocked most of her view,
Katy could make out Leah’s auburn hair on the pillow, a soft movement
under a single sleeping bag turned into a blanket. If Katy could have
seen below the blanket, she would have noticed they were both naked.
She only realized this when she saw their pajamas crumpled at the foot
of their bunk. Now, Erin rolled onto her back. Katy focused in on
what was happening. Erin’s head was turned to one side, dark, braided
hair matted against it. She was locked in a passionate kiss with
Leah. Their lips moved in unison, heads tilting upward and downward
together.

Below the sleeping bag, their hands moved in a similar rhythm. Katy
realized that they were touching each other. Later, she would learn
that Leah, for the first time, had her hand between Erin’s legs. For
the first time, she felt her girlfriend’s pussy, which was like hers,
but different in some ways. Her pubic hair was thicker in the middle,
shaved on the sides. Her clitoris was bigger and had more girth; it
felt like Leah would have imagined a miniature penis to feel. Leah’s
outer lips opened easily and her inner lips were longer, protruding
slightly from her pussy even when it was closed. Erin had more sexual
experience than Leah, at least in the sense that she’d masturbated
more. Leah fit two fingers into Erin easily and was able to massage
her large clit with two curled fingers. She wondered what it would be
like to suck it.

Erin told Katy later that she’d enjoyed experiencing Leah more fully.
She started off gently, massaging just her tiny clitoris, then
penetrating with a single finger. She felt a giving way, a pushing
back, and Leah gasped slightly; perhaps, Katy thought, it was a gasp
like this one that had drawn her from sleep. Not realizing they were
being watched, Erin and Leah carried on. The sleeping bag shifted
upwards; Leah was spreading her legs to allow easier access to Erin’s
hand. “I want to eat you,” Erin whispered into Leah’s ear, her finger
still working in and out of Leah’s pussy, now covered with her
wetness. Leah was now working three fingers in and out; with three
fingers, she could feel the squeeze of Erin’s inner muscles in deep
ridges against her fingers. They could smell each other, a strange,
musky mixture of scents familiar and unfamiliar.

“Okay,” Leah said, withdrawing her fingers and bringing them to her
nose. Erin positioned herself under the sleeping bag with her head
between Leah’s legs. She inhaled the sweet fragrance of the juices
that were dripping from her freshly-fingered little pussy. She turned
on her flashlight to get a better look at it. As she’d imagined,
Leah’s pussy had a sparse layer of auburn hair, the same shade as the
hair on her head. Her lips hung slightly open from the fingering, the
dampness matting the hair. Erin licked between the lips, getting Erin
even wetter, delving her tongue into the hole she’d just opened with
her fingers. Leah was sweet-tasting, but there was a slight tinge of
blood. Erin didn’t mind it and opened her mouth wider, licked harder
with the broad side of her tongue.

At first, she had the desire to get her tongue into Leah, to
penetrate her as a penis would do, but soon she realized that there
was no need to imitate a man when eating another lesbian. Instead,
Erin focused on the areas that gave her the most pleasure—the
clitoris, the thick, floral outer edge of the vaginal opening, the
area between the clit and the hole. From under the blanket, she felt
Leah twitching; her muscles tensed around Erin’s tongue when she did
choose to penetrate. Erin knew she needed to finish Leah quickly,
before her panting woke anyone else up. So she did what she did when
she was ready to come. She thrust two fingers directly into Leah—more
than she’d done before. At the same time, she continued licking her
clitoris, which felt engorged against her tongue. Erin accomplished
her goal. Leah bucked under her, squeezing Erin’s fingers so tightly
they hurt. Moistness gushed out of her and into Erin’s palm. Her
entire torso trembled. The bed creaked underneath the two girls.
Leah’s clit trembled against Erin’s tongue. But she covered her own
mouth so she wouldn’t make a sound; the rattle of her orgasm subsided
and so did the creak of the bed.

Katy watched as Leah and Erin both stopped moving. She needed to
pee, and badly, but she didn’t want the lovers know she had been
watching. Leah turned over and wrapped her thin, white arms around
Erin’s dark torso, which was glistening with sweat. She thought she
might have seen Leah’s pretty eyes peer over her lover’s shoulder and
meet her gaze for a moment, but nothing was said, so she must have
been mistaken.

Once Katy was sure they had drifted off to sleep, she stood up and
tiptoed to the door of the cabin. She closed the door gently behind
her. When she got down the rickety, wooden stairs, she took off
running—past the smouldering campfire to the outhouse. She closed the
door, no time to lock it, and sat down on the toilet. Strangely
enough, she was only able to squeeze a single squirt of urine out of
her bladder, but she still felt full and swollen inside. She sighed,
deeply, waited for more to come.

Then, the door opened quickly, slamming against the side of the
outhouse. Erin, eyes frantic, stepped inside and snapped the door
shut behind her.

“Hey!” Katy exclaimed, cupping her hands over her crotch.

“What did you see?” Erin asked. Her voice was sharp. “Leah is
terrified you saw… nevermind.” Her hands, extended, fluttered in
the air, then dropped to her sides. Katy, sitting on the toilet,
should have felt vulnerable, but Erin, so strong and athletic, was
melting in front of her.

“Hey,” said Katy, this time more gently. “You know me, Erin. I don’t
care what you and Leah do. I don’t care what anyone does. I don’t
gossip, I don’t judge, I don’t complain.” Katy stood up, pulled up
her pants, and flushed the toilet. “I can relate to you, actually. I
know what it’s like to be different.” She started to tie the
drawstring of her pajama pants.

Erin’s frown turned to a smile. She must have misinterpreted things,
because, before Katy could say anything, Erin put her hands on Kate’s
hip , drew her forward, and kissed her. Katy surprised herself when
she didn’t resist. It felt good, these soft, flared lips against her
own. She tasted sweetness and knew that she was tasting Leah’s pussy.
Moving her lips against Erin’s felt so good. Katy hadn’t considered
herself a lesbian, or even bisexual, but now she was beginning to
question. Her hand stopped fumbling with the string on her pajamas
and rose up to Erin’s breasts. She felt them through Erin’s top, soft
bulges Erin usually kept hidden in a tight sports bra when she was at
school and playing sports. They were easily C-cups, much bigger than
Katy’s little peaks, which she’d so bravely shown during Truth or
Dare.

Before Katy knew it, Erin’s hands were on her breasts, too, touching
what she’d seen earlier. That full feeling from earlier, when she’d
run to the bathroom, was back in full force, and now even stronger.
Down below, Katy was so wet that she thought she’d peed herself, but
realized now what that feeling had been.

“Can you do to me what you did to Leah?” Katy asked.

Erin was on it before Katy finished her sentence, kneeling down,
bringing her pajama pants down with her. With those pants around her
ankles, Katy spread her legs. She’d started shaving her pussy as soon
as she’d gotten pubic hair. She didn’t like the feeling of the hair
against her clothes. Erin didn’t say anything about this and Katy was
glad; she was a little embarrassed of it. Erin licked from Katy’s
pierced bellybutton down to her shaved lips, tongue feeling broad and
warm against skin that was getting goosebumps.

She went right to work, lapping at Katy’s wet pussy lips, which were
already covered with her own moisture. Her tongue knew just what to
do; Katy felt her pressure mounting when Erin’s tongue started
swirling around her clit, her fingers probing at the opening to her
pussy. “I don’t want to go too deep,” she said, running a finger
around the shaved girl’s hole. “But you taste good.” Katy had never
thought about her own taste, but this made her feel good. “Very
salty,” Erin said.

Katy was trembling already. The pressure had turned to pleasure and
it was nearly unbearable. Erin carried on, licking from her clit to
her hole, and even tonguing that place between her pussy and her
butthole; Katy had never imagined anyone would lick there, but it felt
intimate and good. Her hips jerked, her body braced against the
outhouse wall. “What’s happening to me?” she asked. She couldn’t
control her movements. She was dripping wet, sending more juices into
Erin’s mouth. Erin didn’t seem to mind; now and then, she swallowed
or licked her lips.

“Haven’t you had an orgasm before, baby?” Erin asked.

“Um,” Katy said. She thought she’d had one, alone, in her bedroom,
fumbling with her shaved lips, her tiny clit, with her own fingers.
But the excitement was nothing compared to this. Erin lifted her head
and smiled. “Don’t stop,” Katy said. When Erin stopped, all of the
spit and juices on her pussy began to cool, and she wanted to be close
to Erin. She wanted to be warm.

“We have to get back soon,” Erin said. “So get ready.” She kept
licking at full force, now concentrating on lapping at Katy’s clit,
even sucking it into her mouth and licking its little bulb directly.
Her finger was going, too, penetrating Katy’s tight little pussy to
the first knuckle. Moisture dripped down Erin’s hand. She was
slurping at Katy’s entire pussy now, and Katy’s body started to jerk
even more uncontrollably. Her legs turned into jelly and she slid
down the wall, trembling as her clitoris exploded into this firework
of pleasure unlike anything she’d ever felt before. It was a warmth
that spread through her whole body. Her pussy tightened and squeezed
again and again. Her hips shook. And something squirted out of her
in hot, gentle waves. It felt a bit like peeing, but she knew it
wasn’t.

When Katy stood, she saw Erin wiping her face. “You’re a squirter,”
she said. There was clear, thick fluid on Erin’s dark hand.

“A what? Did that stuff come from me?”

“Yeah, I’ve heard about this. Some girls squirt. I’ll tell you more
about it later if you want. But I’ve got to get back to Leah.”

“Wait, Erin.” Erin turned around. She was smiling. “Please don’t
tell Leah about this.”

“I won’t yet,” Erin said. “Don’t worry, girl. But we were always
going to have an open relationship.”

“A what?” Katy asked. For all the pleasure she’d experienced, she was
suddenly confused. She didn’t know whether to feel anxious or happy
about what had happened, but at the same time, stirrings of pleasure
still coursed through her body. At least she no longer felt like she
needed to go to the bathroom.

Erin looked back at her. “You look tough,” she said, “but you’re so cute.”

Katy pulled up her pants, saliva and her own fluids still dripping
down her legs. She waited a moment before returning to the cabin. On
her way back, she stopped halfway, just before reaching the campfire.
She had the same feeling that she’d had when she woke suddenly in the
cabin and felt that someone was watching. “Miss Arson?” she rasped
into the darkness, but nobody answered, so she scampered back into the
cabin and tried to put all of this out of her mind.

– Chapter Five –

Saturday Morning

Morning’s light reminded Samantha of the disgusting surroundings.
She’d come on the trip because she admired Miss Arson and wanted to be
with her friend Rachel, but she hadn’t expected camping to be so
filthy. The ceiling was covered with grimy handprints, which the
rectangle of light coming from the cabin door only illuminated. The
floor was muddy. The smell around was especially woodsy and Samantha
nearly died when she realized that it wasn’t just the cabin that
smelled.

She smelled.

Her blond hair was greasy and matted to her head. Her armpits were
felt sticky against her pajama top. Even the place between her legs
felt damp and sweaty. Samantha wasn’t used to her own scent. It
wasn’t all that unpleasant, as far as body odors go, but it was still
a body odor, and so, minutes after sunrise, Samantha found herself
shaking Rachel awake. “Come on, we have to go shower. We stink.”

“Rawr,” Rachel said, stretching her arms. “Just be rugged for a few days.”

“But I’m DIRTY!” She was nearly wailing.

“Sometimes dirty is good. Besides, that shower is going to be really
annoying.”

“Oh, come on, don’t tell me you’re tired of pumping water after last
night.” Samantha said, rolling her eyes. “You were getting wet over
it.”

“Fine,” Rachel said, sitting up. “Let’s go shower.” Samantha was
already prepared with shampoo, conditioner, body wash and two towels.

The way the shower was meant to work, you had to pump enough water to
fill its tank, wait for the sun to heat the water, and then shower.
They didn’t have time for step two, so once Rachel had pumped the
water, she was ready to hop in. As quick as a ready little slut,
Rachel had her top off and stood, bare-breasted, preparing to take off
her pants. “Fine, fine,” Samantha said. “You go first, I’ll stand
watch.”

“I only pumped enough water for one shower,” Rachel said. “I’m not
superwoman, you know. Just get in with me. It’ll be faster, anyway,
and I won’t have everyone else begging me to pump water.”

For all of the complaining she and Rachel had done about lesbians in
the past few days, Samantha found herself pretty eager to stand naked
in front of her friend. She rationalized things—it was a popular girl
thing. She wanted to compare bodies with Rachel, to see how she was
measuring up. Rachel was now naked, her pajamas thrown over the
wooden fence beside the shower. She had developed quickly, with
large, round breasts that jiggled when she walked, a narrow waist, and
hips that were both narrow and shapely. She hadn’t bothered to shave
her pubic hair before the trip, so she had a sparse, brown thatch that
covered closed pussy lips.

Samantha knew she was hotter. She fully intended on modelling one
day, once she was old enough to defy her parents’ wishes. Rachel
stripped off her clothes, smelling the soft, earthy smell of her own
body odor. Her breasts were larger and perkier, the kind of breasts
most women had to pay for, perfect globes that created cleavage even
when she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her neck was long, her shoulders just
wide enough to offset her boobs. Her trim waist and flat stomach only
made her breasts look bigger. Samantha wiggled her ass, which was
muscular and as well-rounded as her breasts. She had a light tan all
over her body, and her pubic hair had been waxed off.

She ran into the shower as soon as Rachel turned it on, turning around
and bouncing in the water. It was cold. She needed to keep moving.
She looked down at the water beading on her breasts, cascading over
them and down her stomach, over that smooth, shiny and hairless pussy
mound, and down her legs. As she lathered shampoo into her blond
hair, she kept dancing. Rachel, beside her, was much more calm,
soaping up her hair while looking at her friend. Samantha didn’t
mind. She knew she was something to look at. She was, however,
surprised when Rachel, brown hair still sopping wet, squeezed some
body wash into her hand and placed it not on her own back, but on
Samantha’s.

“What the fuck?” Samantha said. She covered her mouth instantly. She
didn’t like to cuss, but this situation certainly called for it.

Rachel didn’t move her hand. She rubbed it up and down Samantha’s
back, from her shoulder all the way to her tailbone, fingers moving
against smooth and perfect skin. She did this twice, then moved her
hand away. “I just wanted to know what it feels like. I wanted to
see if it was the same with a girl as it was with Damien. Are you mad
at me?”

Samantha examined her friend’s face for a moment. Rachel’s brown eyes
had grown big and forlorn. Samantha put her hands on her hips. With
her legs spread, water still dripping down her body, running over her
clitoris, which was getting hard and hot, she finally answered. “No,
I’m not mad. I liked it, too.” She reached out and touched one of
Rachel’s big, bouncy breasts, groping it with her hand. She squeezed
the tender flesh, thinking of the naughtiness of all this—what did
girls do with girls, after all? She’d had quite an awakening this
week. Though she was the only one of the five who’d had sex—actual
sex—she’d had no idea that a boy might willingly lick a girl ‘down
there,’ and still had no idea what lesbians got up to together.

Still, thinking of all this was making her tingle in a way she hadn’t
when Mason Cafferty, an upperclassman who had since graduated, had
brought her into the closet at a party, bent her headfirst over a
low-hanging rack of someone’s winter clothes, and thrust his long,
narrow dick into her. That had hurt terribly at first, like being
jabbed with a knife. He’d spoken in obscenities throughout the
process. He was all, “Fuck, yeah,” and, “Oh, shit.” And eventually,
all of that thrusting and grinding had felt quite good—his heat
against hers, her juices trickling down her legs as he rutted her
quickly and brutally. The thrusting seemed to make her slicker,
wetter, more ready. He was sliding in and out without causing her
pain now, and her little channel was beginning to pop and crackle
around him. His mouth was on her neck, teeth biting down. But his
hand, grasping her perfect breasts, had seemed so rough and imperfect.

It was nothing compared to Rachel’s hand, which was now touching her
tender, tan nipple, stroking under her breast with such slow, soft
precision before cupping it and bringing her lips to it. The water
bathed them as this happened. Samantha was wet down below, and not
just from the shower water that was crisp and cold, which had made her
nipples hard and beaded her with cold droplets of water. Rachel
kissed and caressed, first one breast and then the other. Samantha
felt her own hands reaching out, finding Rachel’s soft, large breasts
again, and the girls fondled each other without a word. Then,
Rachel’s thin, beautiful hand was on Samantha’s chin, raising her
heart-shaped face. Their lips met. Neither girl was wearing
lipstick, so it was skin against skin. Samantha tilted her head back,
letting Rachel kiss her, feeling the pressure, the pleasure of
Rachel’s tongue entering her mouth, then the yielding of Rachel’s lips
as she allowed her mouth to be explored. She tasted so good. Mason
hadn’t kissed Samantha at all, unless those nibbles on her neck
underneath swept-aside blond hair had counted.

Samantha felt Rachel’s hand moving back down, but it passed over her
breasts and found her perfect stomach, followed the water down to her
pussy. Rachel opened Samantha’s lips and expertly massaged her clit,
pressing it against her pubic bone with two small fingertips. She ran
her fingers from Samantha’s clit, down the path between her pussy
lips, and dipped them into the wet and dripping hole. Samantha
remembered how it had felt—both before and after Mason had fucked her.
She didn’t like the word, but it described what he had done—all of
those pornstar thrusts, her feet lifting up on the ground, her hips
supported against his, her once-unopened little hole impaled on that
thing he bragged about to all the girls. Now, Rachel penetrated
just once with the two fingers, all the way to the second knuckle,
perhaps to see if it was true. She’d been fucked.

But Rachel was full of surprises. She washed her fingers off in the
shower water and took Samantha’s hand in hers, brought it to her
pussy, with its thin coat of down. “Show me how you touch yourself,”
Rachel said. Samantha blushed slightly, but any redness in her face
was hidden by the cold water.

Her shampoo bottle was long and narrow at the top. “I use this,” she said.

Rachel grinned. “Use it on me, then. And for you, I’ll use my hands.”

Samantha couldn’t stop this. Rachel leaned back against the wooden
wall of the shower stall, legs spread. Samantha took the bottle in
her right hand and moved the top of it—contoured lid on, the way she
did when she masturbated, up against Rachel’s puss. She rubbed from
clit to hole, the way Samantha had done with her, focusing her eyes on
the beautiful sight of her friend, opened up and pink on the inside,
being rubbed by the bottle. The neck of the bottle was smooth,
penile. Rachel’s hands reached out and she rubbed Samantha’s clit as
Samantha used the bottle on her. Then, Samantha positioned the bottle
at the opening to Rachel’s pussy, thrust upward, and impaled her on
it—the neck was only a couple of inches long, but Rachel gasped.
Samantha turned the bottle in a circle, working it around on the
inside, exploring her slowly before beginning to thrust.

Rachel was thrusting, too—two long, narrow fingers thrust smoothly,
cleanly, then three. Her knuckles hit Rachel’s toned, shaved puss
with every upward movement. They were covered with juices. Rachel
found herself gasping in excitement as she was penetrated. She
thought of Mason’s penis, that nine-inch monster that had turned out
to be so narrow. Rachel’s fingers were more skilled. They explored
her, inside out. They sensed and felt. Rachel made sure to bump
Samantha’s clit with her knuckles every time she got those fingers all
the way inside.

In the meantime, Samantha was hard at work with the bottle, moving
those two inches in and out, in and out, watching the bottle get all
steamy on the inside. She got her thumb working on Rachel’s clit,
circling it to get her hotter. She spread Rachel’s lips with two more
fingers, stretching her pussy opening wide, allowing for deeper
penetration with the bottle. Samantha heard a creak, off in the
distance, near the cabins—someone else was awake. But rather than
being frightened, she was turned-on. Her panting became louder, and
her hips began to move up and down with Rachel’s thrusts. She grunted
as she felt her orgasm building. She released, throwing her head back
to yell out, “Yessss,” the way Mason had done. Her pussy felt like it
was collapsing on itself, squeezing Rachel’s fingers out. She hadn’t
cum with Mason, but had cum thinking of him later, thinking of what
she could have done to that narrow dick with those muscles of hers.

Rachel rode her out, still thrusting, though the pressure on her
fingers kept her from moving them much. “Wow,” she said, “That’s…
something. Now, my turn. But quick, before anyone comes over here.”

Samantha had stopped using the bottle; it hung in one limp hand. She
found that she wanted to finish Rachel off, the same way Mason had
done her. “Bend over, bitch,” she said, but there wasn’t any
domination in her voice. She really did want to see Rachel bent over,
ass and pussy spread wide, in the running water. And that’s how they
did it. Rachel grabbed her ankles, revealing her flared, muscular
butt. She kept her legs spread wide, her pussy open, showing its pink
interior now rubbed red from all of the sex. Samantha jammed the
bottle’s neck right back into her. The juices running down Rachel’s
legs reminded her of the way she’d felt with Mason that night—all
moisture and gushing and excitement. She did remember the gushing—the
way her juices had gushed out with each thrust of that dick, the way
his cum had gushed out after he’d ejaculated inside of her. She
hadn’t known it was going to happen; she’d assumed he would pull out.
She felt his thrusts growing more rapidly, but assumed, again, that he
was going to wait until she’d cum—after all, with her tight little
hole and muscles that could crush an aluminium can, it would have been
a treat. But, no. “Fuck, yes!” he’d groaned, and he’d cum inside of
her in warm, wet waves that were too much for her to hold inside,
which slopped out and ran down her legs. She remembered smelling like
him the whole way home.

Here in the shower, with a girl, things were so much cleaner. But,
still, she simulated what she’d experienced with Mason as she pushed
the bottle in and out of Rachel’s pussy. She quickened her rhythm.
She slapped the side of Rachel’s firm ass. She reached forward and
groped her breasts, which felt full and heavy in her hands. She
pretended she had a penis, knowing this was sick as she did it,
holding the bottle to her clit and moving against the back of her
friend. This did it for both of them—Samantha didn’t cum again, but
she felt a tingle, another gush of wetness from her own pussy. And
Rachel came like a firecracker, pushing the bottle from her pussy,
falling forward so she had to support herself against the shower wall
with her hands. She came silently, entire body shaking, legs
trembling more than anything, before bracing her head on the wall of
the shower as well.

Then, the water ran out. “I’m still dirty,” Samantha realized.

“Yes,” said Rachel. “You are.”

They heard the same creak again—now, at least two more girls were up.
Samantha and Rachel dried quickly in fluffy white towels, then pulled
their clothes over still-damp flesh. On her way back to the campsite,
Samantha finally got Rachel’s joke. She was dirty. Ha, ha, very
funny. But by the time she’d reached the campsite, she was agreeing
with what Rachel had said when she’d woken. Sometimes, dirty is good.

– Chapter Six –

Saturday Afternoon

Erin knew too much. She knew what both Leah and Katy looked like with
their pants down. She knew the taste of them; the contrast of sweet
and salty was in her mind even now. And she knew that Rachel and
Samantha had fooled around in the outdoor shower that morning. When
the two of them heard the door creak open, it had been her. They’d
failed to hear her footsteps. An athlete, Erin was light on her feet,
and had stood, peeking through a knothole into the wooden shower
stall. What she’d seen had amazed her and given her ideas of what to
get up to if Leah was up to it. She’d never have thought of a shampoo
bottle herself. Vapid Samantha was good for something after all.

But Erin kept her thoughts to herself, thoughts of bending Leah over
and humping her from behind as though she had a penis. They were
hiking now, on a path leading up a hill, Erin lagging behind and
watching the other girls’ asses. Katy’s bony, little ass would look
great spread out, tight, shaved pussy open from behind with that
shampoo bottle sticking out of it.

Like Katy, Erin often kept to herself. As an athlete, she was loud
and boisterous. As a team captain, she was a natural leader. She
could organize a play or cheer her teammates on. But as a person,
Erin was reserved. Most people didn’t notice that she never talked
about herself because they were too busy talking about themselves.
People hadn’t known when she, at age twelve, had masturbated to
thoughts of other women or when she’d first kissed Leah earlier that
year. She knew about their first kisses and backseat fumblings, but
her life hadn’t been on anyone’s radar until that video had been
taken.

Erin could have thrown Samantha and Rachel’s experimentation back in
their faces, but she didn’t want to. She didn’t want them to know
that she knew. It was the same with Katy—though Leah had agreed to an
open relationship, she didn’t want to tell Leah. She didn’t want to
make waves. She wanted this trip to pass her by like a pleasant
memory—no conflict. And the fact that she knew too much, but was
keeping her mouth shut, was going to ensure that.

Or so she thought.

Miss Arson was leading the girls in a song about a boy and a girl in a
little canoe. Katy mentioned that she and Damien had written a dirty
version at camp when they were little kids, but she wasn’t sharing the
lyrics. She kept looking around, like she had seen something
strange—a bear, maybe. Or perhaps she was just uneasy or tired of
walking. Katy wore so much eyeliner that it was difficult to tell.

Now, Leah lagged back and took Erin’s hand. “Had fun last night,” she
whispered. She was still dressing slutty, which Erin loved. She was
wearing her shirt from the bus, but had swapped the skirt for jeans.
They were walking uphill, in the shadows of pine trees. The air
smelled fresh, like Christmas morning. Erin cleared her throat and
inhaled deeply.

They reached a clearing at the top of the hill. A rickety park bench
and the remains of a campfire sat there, in an area where the trees
had been cleared. “Okay, girls,” said Miss Arson. “Let’s reapply our
sunscreen and have some water.” Canteens and bottles of sunscreen
came out of backpacks. Erin took some water, but she never wore
sunscreen. It was possible for her to get burned, but it had only
happened once in her life.

This didn’t stop her from slathering sunscreen on her friends, first
on Leah, starting with her freckled shoulders, exposed by a tank top.
Erin rubbed her hands over Leah’s collarbone twice, rubbing sunscreen
into them, smearing it down her arms. She paused for a moment to
press her thumbs under Leah’s sports bra, easily visible under her
tank top, rubbing sunscreen in, making sure she wouldn’t be burned if
the fabric shifted. She ran he thumbs up and down on the sides of her
soft breasts. Leah smiled at her. Erin moved on to the exposed skin
of her belly and back. She liked the contrast of her skin against
Leah’s.

She did Katy next, making things look casual even though Katy shifted
toward her, leaning her head back on Erin’s broad shoulder as Erin did
her arms. Katy sighed. “Is something wrong?” Erin asked.

“Not really,” said Katy. “I just feel like there’s something following us.”

“A bear?” Erin had worried about bears before coming on this trip.
Leah had convinced her that they were unlikely to encounter one. But
Rachel’s mention of bears at the campfire had put her a bit on edge.

“I don’t know,” said Katy. “It’s probably nothing. But when I hear
it, it’s more like footsteps. Maybe I’m going crazy.”

Katy wasn’t going crazy. As they walked up the next hill, Erin
thought she heard footsteps, too, light and secretive, the way hers
had been in the morning. It was like someone was walking parallel to
them, off the path in the woods. When they moved, it moved, whatever
it was. When they stopped, it stopped and didn’t move again until
they were on the move, chattering to each other. The next time they
stopped from water, Erin pulled Katy aside and looked into her
dark-framed eyes. “I hear it, too.”

Neither of the girls said anything. They were nearing the summit of
the hill; there was no way they could turn back. Neither of them
wanted to worry the other girls. In fact, Katy suggested a game.
“Let’s play ‘this or that,’” she said. “I’ll start. Samantha—go
three days without showering or kiss a girl?” Erin did a double-take.
Had Katy seen Samantha with Rachel, too?

“Kiss a girl, I guess,” Samantha said, surprisingly unshaken. “Leah,
eat a hot dog or suck a dick?”

Miss Arson’s head whipped around. “Should I have brought my
earplugs?” She was smiling. She walked a bit faster, separating
herself from the girls, but only by five feet or so. There was a
chasm ahead of them, a deep cut in the earth. Miss Arson crossed
first, over a rickety bridge that was missing one handrail. “Be
careful here, girls,” she warned, but kept walking, giving them their
privacy.

The girls crossed, looking down. There were trees and brush growing
up and down the chasm’s sloping sides, and they could hear water
running below. “That’s a long way down,” Leah said. “I can’t even
see the bottom.”

“Come on, Leah,” said Samantha. “Hot dog or dick?”

“Hot dog,” Leah said, but she sounded uncertain. “Rachel, who’s
hotter, Damien or Pierce Brosnan.” Rachel had an inexplicable
attraction to pierce Brosnan. In middle school, she’d carried a
picture of him around in her wallet.

“Bite me, Leah,” said Rachel. “I’ll have both, in a hot tub, thank
you very much. But if I have to choose, Damien, I guess.”

“Eww!” Katie cried, walking a little faster. She was smiling now,
too. Erin had nearly forgotten that she was worried. Then Rachel
asked her a question.

“Erin, who’s hotter?” Surprisingly, she left Leah out of the
equation. “Katy or Samantha.”

“Ummmm,” Erin said. She didn’t like being put on the spot. Finally,
she decided. “Samantha,” she said. She figured Katy would rather she
didn’t even hint at their attraction to each other, and she wouldn’t
mind finding out what Samantha tasted like, or penetrating her with a
shampoo bottle. She wouldn’t wash it in the water afterwards, either,
as those two had done. She’d lick it off with her tongue.

Just when everyone had completely forgotten about the footsteps and
Katy’s feeling they were being followed, they noticed that Miss Arson
had stopped. “Wait a second, girls,” she said. “There was just
someone in the path. He was standing up there, but he ducked into the
bushes when he saw us coming.” She held her hands out and stepped
backward toward them.

The wind blew, rattling tree branches above them. “Maybe he’s from
another group,” Erin said. “The summit must be just ahead.” But she
hadn’t seen this man.

“Are you sure there was someone there?” Samantha asked.

Katy answered for Miss Arson. “Yes, there was.” Erin looked into her
eyes; even with all the make-up, it was easy to tell now that she was
terrified. Katy continued, “And he didn’t look like he was part of a
school group.”

“What did he look like?” Leah asked.

Miss Arson replied with one word. “Dark.” But after a few moments,
her breathing settled down. “We’ve got to carry on, girls. He
probably didn’t mean any harm. We’ll get to the summit, but we’ll
keep an eye out and we’ll use the buddy system while we’re gathering
wood, and even when we go to use the bathroom during the night.”

The group started walking again. Erin felt her own heart pounding in
her chest, pounding in perfect rhythm with the footsteps that had
started up again—faster, faster. Someone was coming through the brush
beside the path. Branches cracked under his feet, and then he was
there among them, a man dressed in black jeans and a ragged, brown
shirt, with long, brown hair tangled and hanging down below his
shoulders. He had an unkempt beard and moustache and a wild look in
his squinting black eyes. He didn’t speak, just held out a knife
which gleamed as the afternoon sun reflected off of it.

He pointed it at Miss Arson, then brandished it at the girls. Leah
and Samantha screamed and jumped back. Erin pushed in front of Leah,
instinctively, and then took Katy by the hand, too. She, Katy and
Rachel stood strong, glaring at the man. Erin knew she should make a
move, a last ditch effort to save all of them, but this wasn’t a
playing field. She found herself paralyzed. Her legs, though strong,
were shaky. She felt unsteady. Staying in place in front of Leah
took every bit of her energy. She suspected that Katy and Rachel felt
the same way, even if they weren’t showing it. Samantha couldn’t stop
screaming. Erin’s ears were ringing.

For the longest time, nobody moved. The man, who stood at least six
foot four, was all muscle, was covered with mud with brambles stuck in
his beard and hair, glared at them. He gestured with the knife, as
though he wanted them to follow him into the woods. They weren’t sure
what he wanted with them, so they stayed still. And then, Miss Arson,
who was still standing between the girls and this monster, stepped
toward him. “Take me instead of them,” she said. “If you need
someone, take me.”

The man took her by the hand, pulling her against him. He pressed
the knife against her throat. Erin thought he was going to kill her,
but he didn’t. He turned, Miss Arson marching in front of him, knife
still at her neck, his hips pressed against the flare of her butt
through her jeans, and forced her off the main trail and down another,
a crude trail of dirt that led into the forest. None of the girls
were able to move or speak until they were out of sight.

– Chapter Seven –

Saturday Evening

At least the girls were okay. It was a small consolation when one
was marching through the woods with a knife at one’s jugular, but
there it was. She’d saved the girls, who she loved, and they would
send for help. It was 1989 and surely the bus would have some way of
phoning home when it arrived and the girls let the driver know there
was a problem. They’d be there in time to find what was left of her
body after this mud-caked man sliced her into little pieces and tossed
her into the woods. She thought this dryly as a wooden shack came
into view.

The afternoon sky was beginning to dim. The shack didn’t have any
power lines going in or out, but red-orange light flickered in the
windows and smoke puffed out of a rickety chimney at the top of the
cabin. Miss Arson hadn’t spoken during the walk. She didn’t want to
enrage him to the point where he would go back looking for the girls.
Now, with the girls certainly out of sight, she spoke. “Why are you
doing this?”

She couldn’t see her abductor, but she could smell him, overripe like
rotting flesh. Couldn’t hear him except for the deep rasping of his
breath. He didn’t answer her, but she sensed movement, something
swinging through the air—a tree branch, maybe. It struck her in the
back of the head, hard, and she was out.

Once upon a time, Miss Arson was not Miss Arson. Of course, it’s
hard for a sixteen year old to picture this, to picture Miss Arson as
little Emily. Even harder to picture Mrs. Callahan as little
Crispina, though they’d wondered, occasionally, if she’d been called
Crispy as a nickname. But Miss Arson had been Emily, simply Emily, no
nickname required. Emily had slept under a pastel pink comforter and
kept a light-up pink pony on her bedroom shelf for when she had
nightmares.

Like Katy, she sometimes woke up feeling like someone was watching
her, and not in a Santa’s Elves through the window way. There was
always something sinister following her through her mostly-pleasant
childhood. The monsters had caught up with her once and only once
and, like now, she had given herself over to them deliberately. There
had been a house at the end of the block, haunted, all the children
said. Emily said she didn’t believe it. She was raised without
religion—no angels watching over her. So she scaled a rickety, wooden
fence and knocked on the door. It wasn’t locked, wasn’t even closed,
so she, seven years old, stuck out her tongue at her friends and
walked inside.

She was wearing a pink dress and ballet shoes she almost never took
off. She was going to steal something from the house and run back
outside, but in the front room, there was nothing to steal. She was
headed into a dirty kitchen when the man grabbed her from behind,
lifting her, filthy hands under her arms, into the air.

He hadn’t done much. He’d brought her into a living room, sat down
in a musty, brown chair. The pink shirt was pushed up to her waist
and a dirty finger had prodded her, parting just the outer lips of her
pussy. “Nice little girl,” he said. She hadn’t screamed—in
hindsight, she should have screamed. The man moved his finger up and
down, brushing against her underdeveloped clitoris. He took her other
hand, forced it between his legs until it came to rest on the spongy
surface of his semi-erect penis. “You like that, little girl?
Because if you come back here again, that’s what you’re going to
get—this inside of here.” He pressed his finger upward; the pressure
hurt.

But he let her go, almost instantly after he’d said it. He let her
go and she ran out to her friends with the verdict—yup, haunted!
She’d tried to forget what happened. She knew she couldn’t tell her
parents, her sister, or the other children. Not if she wanted to move
on, that was. If she told, the incident would define her forever.
Even at the age of seven, she knew this. She didn’t want to be the
girl who got felt up by the creepy guy in the haunted house. So she
went on. She didn’t cry until she was in the shower, parting her
childish, hairless vaginal lips to wash them and found a cake of mud
from his fingers.

She collapsed there in the shower, huddled up with her knees to her
nose and let the stream of shower water wash over her until it went
cold. She felt alone and small as she stood, at last, to clean
between her legs.

As she’d promised herself, she hadn’t let the incident define her.
When the man from the haunted house had died alone and the body had
rotted for weeks before anyone noticed him gone, she was sixteen. At
that time, she realized that no one would ever know. She barely
thought of it, but maybe it was one of the reasons she had moved so
quickly away from everything that did define little Emily. She chose
a profession where her first name would seldom be spoken. She became
Miss Arson.

But now, as she woke up inside the cabin, in a cot by an open
fireplace, she felt like little Emily again, curled up in the shower.
She was naked, covered only by something pink like her old comforter.
Her head rested on a smelly pillow, slightly damp. There was
something hard beside her, hard and plastic. Her vision was still
foggy from being hit, but as it returned, she realized that the pink
blanket was actually a pink sleeping bag and the object beside her was
a doll, one of those expensive, German-made American Girls dolls that
could only be ordered from a catalog.

She didn’t want to be raped. She’d escaped rape once. That old man
hadn’t found a way to force his limp noodle into her, hadn’t even
tried. Maybe this would be no different. Maybe she could just run.
She couldn’t see the man anywhere. If she could just sit up and make
her way out of the cabin, she could disappear into the woods and make
it back to the girls. Her head was spinning as she sat. Still no
sign of him. She swung her feet off of the bed and stood. “Going
someplace?”

The voice came from nowhere and everywhere all at once. It could have
been the voice of God. She still didn’t see him as she tried to
stand, didn’t see him as he reached out from under the cot, grasped
her ankle and pulled her down to the ground. He’d been crouched
there, listening to her, passed out in the bed above. She was at his
eye level now as he crawled out, one hand reaching forward to grasp
her breast. “You’re not going anywhere, bitch,” he said, his fingers
rough against her. He was surprisingly agile. He sprang to his feet
and she realized he was also naked. She pictured her childhood
tormenter with his flaccid penis. This was different. Her
abductor’s penis was massive, nearly eight inches long, thick like a
small tree trunk, rock hard with veins bulging.

He reached down with a large, dirt-caked hand. She thought he was
going to touch her breasts again, but instead, he laced his fingers
through her hair and yanked her upward, straining its roots. She
screamed as he brought her to her knees, then pulled her onto the cot,
face down. Beside her, the doll dropped to the floor.

He gave her hair one last twist before he growled, “Don’t move.” Her
head was swimming again. She pressed her face into the fabric of the
pink sleeping bag, hoping for unconsciousness, but she found only
fetid dampness and body odor. The stench choked her, but she was
still awake to feel the knife pressing against her back, drawing one
line down, one line across her trembling backbone, her shoulderblades.
“Please,” she said. She’d heard that if you tell an attacker about
yourself, they won’t want to hurt you, so she gave it a try. “My name
is Emily. I’m a teacher at a Catholic school.”

“Shut up,” he said. Now, she felt his member against her slit. She
kept her pubic hair neatly trimmed. She felt him rubbing against it,
the clean-cut ends prickling the delicate skin underneath. There was
nothing left to say. Emily let her body go limp against the bed as
she felt the man penetrate her, the head of his cock forcing its way
into the dry channel of her vagina. She tried to think of it
clinically—it’s just skin against skin. But the smell of him, the
feeling of his hands, kept her in the moment. She felt every inch of
him stretching her and the sick feeling of the dirty moisture from his
penis lubricating her on the inside as he pressed deeper.

He worked himself into a rhythm, forcing his way in, then pulling out,
the raw flesh of the inside of her coming out with him. She felt like
she was being turned inside out like a used sock. His hand twisted in
her hair again as he kept fucking her—that was what he was
doing—fucking her like an animal. She screamed into the night,
knowing nobody would hear. She felt his hand come down on the back of
her head, on the sore and throbbing spot where he’d hit her with the
stick outside. She sank down—face onto the bed, mind into darkness.

The crack of a whip woke her. She’d been moved fireside, and was
splayed on the floor. Her pussy felt raw. It ached and throbbed in
time with her heartbeat and the spot on the back of her head. Semen
dripped out of her, growing cold against her chafed pussy lips. “Wake
up, bitch,” the man said, and cracked the whip again. Emily looked
over to the cot. The American Girls doll had fallen to the ground.
The blanket was twisted. A puddle of blood and semen dripped from the
edge of the sleeping bag, forming a sticky puddle on the floor—she
must have lain there on the side of the bed, face down, but she didn’t
know for how long.

Now, the man knelt beside her, tossing the whip to the side. “Clean
me,” he said, holding his limp dick, wet with her blood and his own
putrid juices, toward her mouth. She turned her face away, refusing
to give him the satisfaction of an answer. As quickly as he’d tossed
it away, he grabbed the whip again and slammed the butt of it against
her ribcage, knocking her breath out of her. She didn’t say anything,
but there was no avoiding it; she was at his mercy. She opened her
mouth. The deflated penis was inserted into her mouth. She gagged on
the rotten taste. He plugged her nose, giving her no choice but to
swallow.

He got hard again. She knew it would happen. Soon, his cock was
rutting in and out of her mouth. He withdrew it now and then to slap
her cheeks, to run it through her hair. She smelled like him now,
like spoiled meat and sweat. Every breath she took was laden with it.
She gagged, vomiting into her mouth. When she tried to spit it out,
he slapped her, rammed his cock down her throat again, and she felt
her head spinning. Choking on her own vomit, she lost consciousness
and yielded herself into his grasp.

When she woke up, she felt the prickle of wind against her skin. She
was outside, outside in the darkness, with shackles around her wrists
and ankles. When she tried to rise up, she could only get to her
hands and knees. Off in the distance, beyond a line of pine trees,
she saw the man standing, a silhouette, a shadow. She drew in a deep
breath. Her throat was now as sore as her pussy. The air was heavy
with smoke and fragrant pine. It was the first breath of fresh air
she’d had since… she could barely remember, she found. She couldn’t
remember where she’d been before this, how she’d gotten here. This
was survival. This was forcing air into stinging lungs even though
she didn’t want to breathe any more.

In and out, in and out, she breathed. She’d felt so many times during
this ordeal that she was going crazy. She would maintain her sanity
now, by breathing in and out, in and out. She would get through this.

It was then that she heard movement closer to her, something padding
through the trees, its steps softer than footsteps. The dog, a great
dane, barked its greeting and sniffed the used and dripping patch
between Emily’s legs. She couldn’t stand it anymore. She felt the
dog licking her, clit to asshole, sticking its tongue into her tight
rosebud to get her taste. She felt its claws on her back as it began
to mount her, the hard dowel of its member between her legs. But it
wasn’t her. This body wasn’t her, wasn’t Miss Arson, wasn’t even
Emily. It was only a body. Emily was somewhere else, hiding in the
trees, perhaps, watching the dog unsheathe its bright red penis and
press it into the pitiful woman kneeling in the mud.

There was feeling there, of course, a feeling of being overly full,
of being stabbed by a long and narrow dick. There was pain when the
dog’s claws ran down her arched back. But she wasn’t there. She
really wasn’t there. She told herself this throughout the rutting, a
different kind of in and out and when the dog tied with her and she
felt she was going to burst open from the inside out. This was a
disjointed fear, because it was just a body, not her body.

Not her body that was unshackled and dragged back into the house to
lay underneath a filthy and stinking man once again. As the man
fucked that empty body again, Emily, now floating somewhere on the
ceiling, looked down at the woman, covered with bruises, mud and
sweat, and laughed. She laughed until the woman was shackled again,
this time to the bed, kept laughing, laughing into the night, a sound
more terrifying than a scream.

– Chapter Eight –

Saturday Evening

There’s a moment after something traumatic happens where you just
freeze. It doesn’t matter that you’re supposed to be the strong one,
the stoic one, the morbid one. It doesn’t matter that your script is
written out for you—you can see your lines there before you, the
things you’re supposed to say. But you don’t say them just yet. You
stop. You freeze where you’re standing and taste the adrenaline in
your mouth for just one moment before you’re able to react, to read
those lines, to be yourself.

Leah figured this was the feeling animals got when they were being led
to slaughter. This was one of many reasons she was a vegetarian. Now
she knew the feeling firsthand and so did the others. One of their
number had been picked off, taken away, knife pressed to her back.
The girls all froze. Leah froze longer than the rest of them. She
watched the others react before she was able.

Samantha and Rachel laced their skinny arms together and cried into
each other’s flowing hair, the way popular girls do after high school
tragedies, crazy geeks shooting students or car crashes that take out
a cheerleading squad. Leah didn’t think of this comparison herself;
she’d heard Katy make it before when comparing high school tragedies.
Now they were in the midst of their own.

Erin stood with clenched fists. She was the tough one, was supposed
to be strong. Her emotions, however, betrayed her. Tears streamed
down her dark face.

Leah, of course, was frozen.

Katy was the only one who looked normal. She was breathing deeply,
almost rhythmically, but there were thoughts in her head, Leah knew
it, and those thoughts weren’t as shallow as comparing Samantha and
Rachel to girls who’d survived that Spencer girl school shooter who didn’t like
Mondays. Finally, Katy broke the silence. She took a deep breath and
said, “We need to go after them. We need to have a plan.”

Samantha looked up from her embrace. “Are you crazy? We have to go
for help.”

“There has to be a gas station or something if we walk to the main
road,” Erin said. Her words surprised Leah. She expected Erin to be
her protector, but she was trembling as hard as Rachel and Samantha.

Katy interrupted her thoughts. “There’s not time for that,” she said.
“And, besides, were you guys not on the same bus ride as I was?
There’s nothing for at least fifty miles. We’re literally in the
middle of nowhere.”

“We can wait for the bus,” Rachel suggested.

“The bus isn’t coming until tomorrow morning. Miss Arson will be dead
by then.”

“Look,” Samantha said, “She’s my favorite teacher, too, but I don’t
want to die.”

“Me, either,” said Erin, and Leah couldn’t help but think that this
wasn’t the Erin she knew so well, the Erin who she’d had inside of
her, first her hands and then her tongue. This scared person was
someone she didn’t know at all.

Katy sighed. “There’s five of us, six counting Miss Arson. There’s
just one of him. And we’ll have the element of surprise if we can
catch up to them. But we’ve got to go now.” All the fear had gone
out of Katy. She looked positively determined, like she knew what to
do, what was going to happen. She just needed to convince the others
to see what she saw so clearly in her mind.

The other girls were frozen again, their minds churning. It was a
scary thing, for certain, Leah thought, still isolated and silent.
She looked at Katy again and wondered what Katy’s lips would feel like
against hers—her upper lips and her lower. Then, guilty for that
thought, guilty for thinking about sex at a time like this, she
unfroze and spoke up. “Katy’s right,” she said.

– Chapter Nine –

Saturday Evening

Following Miss Arson wasn’t as hard as it looked, or so it seemed when
they started out. They didn’t remember how long they’d stood still
and argued amongst themselves, but she was well and truly out of
sight. However, Rachel, who’d been on her fair share of camping
trips, pointed out a poorly-beaten path that started in the ravine
below them. The brush was heavy, but there was a distinct, narrow
line of trodden dirt to walk. They traced it downhill until it
disappeared. Not even Rachel could find the path.

Katy took charge, pointing dead ahead. They followed her and found
themselves listening to the rushing sound Rachel recognized as the
chasm they’d crossed earlier. Here, Katy sat down and put her head in
her hands. The others sat down, distancing themselves from Katy,
breaking into couples. They dangled their feet over the chasm.
Rachel dropped a stone. She sighed, waiting for a splash, but it
never came. She waited at least an hour, watching the other girls
trembling on the edge of the cliff.

“What are we going to do?” Rachel asked, finally. She looked over at
Erin and Leah, who were clearly losing their drive, and Samantha, who
was now sprawled out, sleeping restlessly.

“We have to help Miss Arson,” said Katy, standing up. And there, in
front of her, was one of Miss Arson’s shoes. Katy’s eyes lit up.
“Look! She must have left this so we could follow her!” From the
location of the shoe, there was enough broken brush to lead the girls
back onto the path. Rachel put on her best girl guide act, which
seemed to reassure everyone else.

Katy took the lead, of course, Rachel behind her, only helping when
asked. Rachel led a reluctant Samantha by the hand. Leah and Erin
followed. Both once again looked ready for a fight. That was a good
thing, Rachel figured. They’d seemed so estranged earlier. The two
lovers hadn’t even hugged after Miss Arson’s kidnapping.

The sky was darkening. Flashlights came out of knapsacks. There were
severed tree branches on the ground all around them, which were hard
to walk over. The path became more difficult to follow and more
brambles and burs got caught in Rachel’s flowing hair. She swept it
back over her shoulder just as a rickety shack came into view. It
would have looked abandoned if not for a light in the window.

“She’s in there,” Katy said. “I know it.”

Erin grabbed one of the tree branches. “We’ll need weapons,” she said.

“Right,” said Katy. “Rachel, Erin and I will carry tree branches.
Samantha and Leah, if he manages to get close to us, it’s your job to
kick him in the nuts, claw his eyes, anything that will make him drop
to the ground so we can beat the hell out of him. If he drops the
knife, it’s also your job to grab it, because your hands are free. We
need to approach quietly, though, because we don’t know where he is.
And we can’t be detected, so I need all lights off.”

“But—“ Samantha started.

“But nothing,” Katy said. “We need to get Miss Arson out of there.”

She grabbed a tree branch and started out on tiptoe, steady and
certain on her feet. The others followed suit, staying in single file
in the same order they had on the path. They didn’t get far in
silence. They traced the treeline, moving toward the right side of
the house and suddenly, something ran toward them in the darkness on
four legs—a dog. It barked and snarled, bearing fangs that were only
just visible in the moonlight. “Back, back,” Katy whispered, guiding
the party back into the trees. “Let’s approach from the other side.”

They doubled back, then approached the house, this time without
disturbance. Without meaning to, they’d become a team. They worked
together as a unit, wordlessly, one following the other.

Rachel took a deep breath before crawling forward, the unofficial
scout. Slowly, she raised her head and peered into the window.
Inside the cabin, there was a fire flickering in an open fireplace.
Splayed in front of it was Miss Arson’s abductor, fully nude and
stretched out across a pink blanket of some sort. Rachel was both
enthralled and disturbed. The man’s heaving chest and belly were
covered by a thick pelt of dark, curly hair which thickened around his
groin. From the forest of pubic hair grew his penis, long and hard,
with veins popping up from under the skin. It was like a tree trunk,
thicker and larger than Damien’s dick, and was glistening with
something, she didn’t know what.

It kind of turned her on, made her get a shaky feeling in her legs, a
wet feeling in her pussy, and she felt guilty thinking it. It was the
same guilt Leah had felt thinking about Katy, but Rachel didn’t know
this yet. She turned her mind back to the task at hand. She scanned
the cabin, but didn’t see Miss Arson anywhere. She also didn’t see
the knife.

She reported this to her friends. “He’s in there. He’s naked and
sleeping in front of the fire. Unarmed, far as I can tell. I don’t
see Miss Arson, though.”

“All right,” said Katy. There was sweat beaded on her face, but her
eyes showed her determination. “We’re going in. Storm the door
first, and if that’s locked, we go for the window closest to it, break
it open and climb in. Remember our plan, girls.” She didn’t give
anyone time to protest and perhaps none of them would have. Erin
kissed Leah on the side of the head, then turned her head forward
again. Rachel stooped to smear lines of dirt onto her cheekbones,
like war-paint. She looked into Samantha’s eyes and saw her fear.
She didn’t want anyone to know what they’d done together, or that it
had bonded them to each other, but now, in mortal danger, she raised
her hand to her friend’s face and touched it lightly, from Samantha’s
high cheekbones to her regal chin. She left a muddy handprint. She
hadn’t meant to, but there it was.

That was all they had time for. “Go, go, go,” Katy whispered, and
charged toward the door.

It was unlocked, of course. The girls weren’t dealing with the type
of man who was afraid of anything or anyone. The door flew open and
the girls entered the cabin, single file, tree branches waving. There
was sweat running down Rachel’s face, gathering under her eyes,
dripping off her chin. She was terrified as she clutched the
splintered surface of the branch in her hands. The man wasn’t a light
sleeper. He was springing to his feet before she caught sight of him.
As he slept, he’d cradled something in his arms, something Rachel
hadn’t seen through the window.

Until he tossed it to the side, she was afraid it was the knife. He
looked like the type to sleep with a weapon. It wasn’t the knife,
though. What the man tossed to the side was an American Girls doll,
the same one Rachel had found in her bunk bed. Now, dread joined the
fear in the pit of her stomach. This man had been watching them,
following them. She looked over at Katy, who seemed to be coming to
the same realization.

They didn’t have much time to think about it. In front of them stood
the man in all his naked glory, arms in the air, legs spread with his
penis bouncing up and down between them, dangling like a pendulum,
rigid and perfectly timed. A drop of something—probably jizz—dangled
from the hole at the end of his dick-head. The hole looked big,
bigger than Damien’s, at least. There was a horrible, animal
expression on the man’s bearded face and he howled at the girls.

It wasn’t Katy who reacted first, but Erin. She swung her tree trunk
like a baseball bat and it landed right on the side of his head,
mashing his ear against the side of his face and displacing his jaw.
The girls watched as he fell to the floor.

Katy stepped forward and whacked him in the jaw for good measure. She
didn’t need to. Erin’s aim had been dead-on. His jaw had already
been broken and the man was out cold, lying beside his doll on the
floor with his arms and legs splayed and limp. The only life that
remained was in his dick, which had stayed hard. It twitched and
bobbed against one of the lifeless legs. All Katy had done was knock
out eight of the man’s front teeth, top and bottom. They scattered
across the carpet like dirty, yellowed pieces of a broken necklace.

“That was easy,” Erin said, but Rachel could tell by her voice that it
hadn’t been easy at all.

“Now,” said Katy, “Where’s Miss Arson?” While Rachel and the others
stood, gaping mouthed, over the body of the man, wondering if he was
dead or not, finding their answer in the heave of his chest, the bob
of his dick, Katy followed a faint sound into the night.

Later, she would tell Rachel about it before she told the others,
because Rachel had been so helpful in keeping them on the trail to the
cabin. Because Rachel had been the lookout and Katy needed a lookout,
because what she’d seen was so terrible she could no longer keep it to
herself.

The cabin had a back door, which stood open. Without the glow of the
city, the moon and stars shone brightly, casting a glowing light onto
the scene before Katy. Miss Arson hung limply by her wrists between
two trees, chained with handcuffs to a branch on one side, a tight
knot of rope on the other.

At first, Katy thought she was dead, but then she heard something deep
and guttural. At first, she thought Miss Arson was crying, but as she
inched closer, she realized she was laughing maniacally. Like the man
inside, she was completely naked. Like the man, she looked
unconscious, but her eyes were open and she was staring blankly at the
ground, laughing now and then. Blue bruises bloomed at her hairline
and on her cheeks, only just visible in the moonlight. Her large
breasts were black-and-blue, as well. Her legs were spread out, just
barely supporting her, and her pussy was visible, hanging open like a
gaping wound. Under her spiky pubic hair, she’d been rubbed red, and
blistered in some places. Her vagina had gotten the worst of it. Her
inner labia were caked with dried blood and opened to reveal a
stretched and bleeding hole. Gobs of semen leaked from the hole,
tinged with bright red blood, trailing down her legs to the ground.

“Did you really see her that vividly—all the colors, the dried blood
and the bruises, in just moonlight?” Rachel asked when Katy told her.

“Yes,” Katy said, “And if you’d have followed me out there, you would
have seen it, too.” It was an image Katy would never quite get out of
her mind.

Katy moved forward and put her hand on her teacher’s shoulder. “Miss
Arson?” Miss Arson bucked backward, now done laughing and trying to
scream, but all that came out was a hiss of air. She couldn’t back
away from Katy; the trees were strong and did not bend. “Miss Arson,
it’s Katy.” As Miss Arson leaned forward, a lattice of whip marks was
revealed, along with deep, animal scratches that led from her
shoulders down to her hourglass hips and the indentation that marked
the top of her buttocks.

Katy pursed her lips when she told Rachel this part. Rachel knew
exactly what Katy had realized at that moment—he’d had the dog rape
her, too. Strong as she was, Katy wanted to throw up. She choked
back the bile in her mouth as she untied the one wrist, leaving Miss
Arson standing like a zombie, one hand raised and handcuffed to a tree
branch.

She ran into the room. “We need to find a handcuff key. Miss
Arson’s out back.” The girls rifled through the cabin; Leah looked
through animal bones on rustic shelves, Rachel looked under one cot,
Katy looked under the blankets on another. Finally, Erin found them.
The keys were hiding in plain sight, sitting on the bearskin rug
beside the still-unconscious man.

Katy released Miss Arson and led her into the cabin, still zombie-like.

This was the first look the rest of the girls got at her. They were
shocked. Rachel, in particular, started crying all over again.

Miss Arson was indifferent to them. Her eyes were blank and now she
was staring up at the ceiling, even though nothing was there. “Come
on,” Katy said. “Miss Arson, please, we need to get going.” Miss
Arson tried to hiss something, but her voice was still gone. Her face
was so pale, her body so shaky. Katy found her clothes stashed in a
corner and began to dress her, bra first, then shirt, then panties
over the horrible and weeping wound between her legs. As she was
trying to get Miss Arson into her jeans, Samantha spoke.

“We can’t just leave this… thing,” she said, gesturing toward the man.

“What do you mean?” Katy asked. “We need to get Miss Arson down the
hill so we can get her to a hospital.”

“I think we’ve got time enough to make this fucker pay,” Samantha
said, an evil grin on her face. “Do to him what he did to Miss
Arson.” Rachel thought she knew her friend, especially after their
filthy episode of shower sex. She knew that Samantha was sexually
experienced but a bit naive about the kinkier side of things. She
also knew that Samantha was up for nearly anything; her work with the
shampoo bottle proved it. What she didn’t know was just how twisted
Samantha would get. She was about to find out.

– Chapter Ten –

Saturday Night

Samantha was thinking of the way Mason had fucked her, in more ways
than one. She was thinking about his big, long dick, which he’d named
“The Monster.” Lying on the floor at her feet was the real monster.
Two monsters, really—the man and his dick. The second monster, the
one Samantha was interested in, twitched between the man’s legs, long
and hard, tantalizing, already dripping with cum. Samantha had been
fucked by a guy. She’d fucked a girl with a shampoo bottle. She’d
never fucked a guy, never been in control. She was about to. For
revenge, for pleasure, it didn’t matter. She was slick inside, slick
and smooth and wet. She could feel her body pumping hormones, pumping
adrenaline. She wanted to ride this man until his cock broke off.

“Do to him what he did to Miss Arson,” she repeated, and started to
unzip her pants.

“Wait, wait, wait,” said Rachel. “Do what? Torture him?”

Samantha was more blunt about it. “Rape him,” she said. “And torture him.”

Katy, who was struggling to get Miss Arson’s shoes back on feet
swollen and covered with claw marks, looked up for a second. “That
sounds fair, Samantha,” she said. She stood, leaving Miss Arson to
struggle with her own shoes. “Move the cot to the center of the room.
Tie him to it with the same rope and handcuffs he used on her.”

It took four of the five girls to lift the man. Samantha ended up at
his head, hands under his big, sweaty shoulders. She peered down at
the man’s face, his toothless lips sputtering as he breathed. He
didn’t deserve to breathe, she thought. Not after what he’d done. In
the meantime, Katy led Miss Arson into a corner. Samantha heard Katy
speak gently. “You stay here. You don’t need to see this, but we’re
going to get him for you.” Miss Arson, who had yet to say a word and
was still drooling and barefoot, obeyed and Katy rejoined the group.

The girls dropped the man onto the cot. Katy returned with the rope
and handcuffs, which they used to hook the man to the cot—cuffs
locking his arms underneath it, rope securing his legs. His penis
stood erect, the highest point on his body. “Look at that monster,”
Samantha marvelled.

“We should cut it off,” said Katy.

“Oh, no,” said Samantha. “Not until I get to ride it.”

“What are you, sick?” Rachel asked. “A soap bottle is one thing, but
that’s really, really big.” Luckily, nobody asked about the soap
bottle; Samantha wasn’t quite ready to explain what had gone on in the
shower yet. She was, however, ready to take her anger out on this
guy, and boy was she angry. She finished unzipping her jeans, kicked
them to the side along with her underwear, and lifted her shirt. The
other girls stared at her as she stood there, wearing only her black
sports bra, gazing down at the man she held captive.

He was quite disgusting, really, except for his marvellous cock. He
was fat and stinky, covered with hair. While Samantha was deciding
where to start, Katy brushed her arm. “Here’s the whip he used on
her,” she said. They joined hands and whipped him together, starting
at the chest and moving downward to the man’s legs. When the third
blow landed, the man’s eyes snapped open and he looked right at
Samantha.

Samantha squeezed the whip harder and gave him ten more blows. The
whip left red, angry cuts with ragged edges. The man groaned in pain.
“You sorry for what you done?” Erin asked, stepping forward. Leah
huddled behind her. The man clenched his teeth—or, rather, the space
where his teeth should have been, gum on gum, and shook his head no.
Erin unzipped her hiking shorts and tore off her shirt. She took off
her bra, as well, letting her pert, athletic, caramel-colored bosoms
bounce free.

She ripped off her underwear, balled it up, and stuffed it into the
man’s mouth. “I’m not interested in anything you have to say on any
subject unless you’re ready to confess your sins.” Samantha couldn’t
help but smile. She sounded just like the teachers at school—all of
them except Miss Arson.

And, while they might have implored the man to confess, they wouldn’t
have approved of what she was about to do, for as soon as Erin stepped
away from the man, Samantha climbed onto him. She straddled his hairy
chest; the hair tickled her shaved, little pussy. She left a slimy
trail of her juices along his chest and got her bearings by gripping
the man’s wrinkly, brown nipples. Erin’s underwear muffled his scream
as Samantha twisted the tender flesh. Now fully balanced, she leaned
back, unhooked her bra, and let her tanned and shiny breasts loose.

Though he was clearly in pain, still bleeding from the whip, the man’s
penis only grew harder. He couldn’t help but be turned on by this
beautiful girl who was riding him. Samantha lifted her body, giving
the man’s nipples another rough twist, and eased herself down on his
penis. She felt it penetrate her, leaking pre-cum already, which
soaked her hairless outer lips. Feeling the full girth of him, she
bore down, shifting back and forth on her hips as he entered her more
fully. It was different being on top. Samantha was in control now.
If she wanted, she could tease this man forever, just allowing the
head of his penis to enter, then drawing back, abruptly, forcing it
out of her body with an audible pop.

But Samantha wanted the whole thing. After teasing for a few moments,
moving up and down, controlling the shallow penetration, she pressed
down as hard as she could and his cock—she’d heard that word
somewhere—slipped all the way inside, opening her up, filling her as
she had never been filled before. She felt rip-roaring pressure on
the walls of her little pussy and her cervix, and had to wait for her
body to adjust before getting into a rhythm with this monster, moving
up and down, up and down, letting the huge member slide all the way in
and then all the way out, twisting the man’s nipples as she moved
along.

She felt the monster cock’s juices mixing with her own. The gooey
mixture slopped out of her, tangling in the man’s thick pubic hair.
Samantha kept riding, using all her force on him. She’d been
powerless before, but now she held the power. She’d been fucked, but
now she was fucking. She didn’t notice Rachel beside her until she
felt a gentle hand under her chin. Samantha turned and Rachel’s lips
met hers. They kissed passionately, moving their lips hard against
each other. Samantha no longer cared if people thought she was a
lesbian, but how could they when here she was, filled to the brim with
dick.

When Rachel finally broke the kiss, she said, “Ride ‘em, cowgirl.”
And Samantha kept riding, taking every bit of her aggression out on
this man who had hurt Miss Arson. She bounced her way to her first
orgasm; her body curled at the spine and she shook from her head to
her toes, shrieking and throwing her head back at the height of it.
Her pussy squeezed the man’s dick so tight that she thought she was
going to burst it if such a thing was possible. The dick didn’t
burst. The man didn’t even cum. So Samantha kept riding.

She might have gone on all night with the rest of the girls standing
and watching, Katy cracking the whip against one of the man’s arms now
and then, Erin slapping his face to make sure he stayed awake and
focused. But Leah, timid Leah, took her arm, not to tell her that
enough was enough, but to ask for a turn. Samantha slid off of the
monster penis reluctantly, her pussy leaking pre-cum and juices.

Leah had been touching herself and Erin had been fingering her, so she
was ready for it—at least somewhat. She’d never had a dick before, so
she was understandably nervous. But if she was going to be a lesbian
for the rest of her life—and she was pretty sure she was—she needed
to try straight sex at least once. Or at least that’s what she told
the others later when explaining her logic. With Erin guiding her
hips down on the man’s cock, Leah looked terrified as he penetrated
her. “It’s okay, baby,” Erin said, pushing her hips down. The entire
group heard the head of the huge cock pop into Leah. Leah gasped.

And then she was off like a madwoman.

She fucked the man every bit as relentlessly as Samantha had done,
twisting his nipples out of spite, following her friend’s twisted
suit. She didn’t take the dick quite as deeply as Samantha had, but
she took it, let it stretch her, and, just as the man’s hips were
tensing, she sprang off of his dick before getting a shot of cum in
her pussy. She smiled. “Dodged a bullet there,” she said, making a
fist and punching the man’s penis.

The man sputtered and tried to shout through the undies. He’d wanted
to cum inside the pretty little hippie, of course, and he hadn’t been
able to. Rachel stepped forward. She had other plans for his cum.
She stood over the man, opened her mouth, and gave him a toothy
blow-job. He tasted terrible, she would tell the others later. The
only redeeming part of it was the residual taste of Samantha and
Leah’s sweet pussies. Once that was gone, it was like eating
half-liquefied rotten fish that filled her entire mouth. But she
wanted to do it, wanted the pleasure of driving her teeth into this
guy’s dick as he tried to hold back his orgasm.

He lasted about forty seconds. Rachel applied just enough pressure to
his cock, sucking and swirling her tongue around the dickhead between
nibbles into his flesh—that he burst shortly. She held just the head
of his dick in her mouth, wrapping her hands around the monster cock
as she guided it through its orgasm. Rachel didn’t swallow a drop.
She held it in her mouth and proceeded to yank Erin’s panties out of
the man’s mouth. Then, she kissed him roughly, not the way she’d
kissed Samantha at all, and spat all of the jizz into his mouth. She
replaced the panties and let him choke on it.

The girls watched the man’s eyes turning red. Samantha climbed up and
sat on the man’s face, choking the breath from his nose with her
well-used, hairless pussy. She held herself over his nose until he
was out.

“Let’s flip him now,” Samantha said. “So we can whip his back.”

All five girls flipped the heaving man over. He was taking halting
breaths through his nose now, still alive, but not happy. Katy handed
the whip to Erin, who streaked his back with the same gaping wounds
that graced his front, focusing on his ass, already lumpy and pimpled.
Nobody noticed that Katy had gone outside.

Samantha had found a poker from the fire—not heated up, but still long
and uncomfortable, and was probing the man’s asshole when Katy
returned. “I’ve got a better idea than that,” she said. She had the
man’s dog, its penis hard and angry. At first, it took no interest in
the man, but Katy knelt beside it and massaged its penis with her
hand, drawing the bulbous red head even further out of the dog’s
foreskin. She rubbed the penis and its sheath until the dog was
ready, looking around for anything to fuck. Katy was left with a
juicy hand full of dog smegma. Samantha guided it onto the man,
holding his ass cheeks open for easier entry. The dog’s dick was long
and narrow; it found its mark and stabbed.

The man’s scream could be heard, even through the cum-soaked panties.
Katy wiped her smegma-covered hand across his nose. That shut him up
for a while; he gagged into the panties as the dog continued its anal
attack. The girls watched in amusement as the dog pummelled the man’s
anus with his dick, stabbing in and out, changing direction and
eliciting more muffled screams. The dog’s claws traced ugly scratch
marks down the man’s back, crooked series of lines like the girls had
seen on Miss Arson. Amid the pleasure they found in watching the man
get brutally raped, they understood that this had happened to their
teacher.

By the time Samantha remembered that Miss Arson was right there,
sitting with her head turned to the corner, the dog had shot its wad
and withdrawn, dragging a trail of blood, shit and cum that trickled
down the man’s hairy inner thighs. Samantha looked to the corner.
Miss Arson had turned and was staring at the man’s violated backside,
nodding her head. She had one hand in her jeans; she was touching
herself.

“I think it’s time,” Katy said, finally. Flip him back over.

Samantha had lost track of Katy while the dog was doing its business.
She’d gone back toward the cabin’s rudimentary kitchen, but for what,
she was not sure. The girls followed Katy’s command, however, and
flipped the man onto his back once again. He was too weak to resist.
His penis had softened, but kept some of its length. It lay, coiled,
in the thatch of pubic hair. Katy took it in her hand, spat on it,
and moved her fist up and down, working him til he hardened again,
against his will.

His ass must have been stinging because he kept wiggling his hips,
trying to get away from Katy’s hand. Nevertheless, his penis sprang
alive, almost immediately reaching its full length. Samantha was
surprised when Katy climbed onto the man and impaled herself on the
newly hardened penis, but she wasted no time in getting behind her
friend, in between the man’s parted legs, and helping her bounce up
and down as she lost her virginity to the monster. It was an angry
fuck, like Samantha’s had been, and Katy kept her shirt on for it.
Samantha, feeling out of control and incredibly horny, tried to get
the shirt off, copping a feel of Katy’s perky tits as she did. That’s
when she felt it—something hard nestled under Katy’s arm.

Before she realized it was a knife, Katy popped off of the man, penis
sliding out of her, coated in blood and juices. He probably thought
he was going to shoot his load into the crazy goth girl, but he was
wrong—and how. Katy revealed the blade the man had used to kidnap
Miss Arson. She held it in front of his face. And promptly brought
it down between his legs. Without hesitation, she gripped the head of
the man’s penis, brought the knife to its base, and cut it right off.

The gush of blood was instant and overwhelming. It came out in a
pressurized spray, coating the man’s body and the entire cot with
freshly-spilled plasma. Katy held the severed penis over the man’s
face as it softened in her hand. The man was able to see what she’d
done as he lay dying. Erin pulled the panties out of the man’s mouth.
“You sorry now?” she asked.

The man grunted. “Yes,” he said, or at least that was what the girls
would believe he’d said.

“I don’t forgive you,” Katy said, and she shoved the man’s dismembered
penis into his mouth.

Death came quickly. The pressurized spray of blood, which had been
like a firehose, slowed to a pulsating gush, then a trickle, and then
stopped altogether. The man’s eyes were open, pleading with the girls
for a mercy they could no longer offer. Choking on his own penis,
bleeding from the gaping hole between his legs, he breathed his last
and died in front of them.

Katy, covered in blood, hugged Samantha to her, forming a blood
sisterhood, a twisted sisterhood that would last the rest of their
lives. The others joined them in their embrace. They’d all been
there, had all participated, even if they hadn’t been penetrated.
They hugged tightly, covered with blood and mud, only breaking the
embrace when Katy said, matter-of-factly, “All right, girls, we’ve got
to get down the hill by morning. And we’ve got a body to get rid of.”

Chapter Eleven –

Sunday Morning

Katy didn’t realize she’d formulated a plan until she spoke. She’d
never wanted to become a leader; she preferred to stay in the shadows.
But this situation had been forced upon her and she had led her
friends to this strange and bloody victory. She wasn’t about to let
things go wrong at the end.

The man’s body was heavier now that he was dead. They wrapped him in
his own sleeping bag, leaving him handcuffed, keeping his legs tied.
There would be no horror movie scene with this asshole waking up and
staging a final attack. This body would not disappear until she
wanted it to. Erin and Rachel dragged the body along the path while
Leah and Samantha lit a campfire. All of the tension between the
girls had gone, especially now that everyone realized Samantha and
Rachel were just as queer as Erin and Leah. Katy ensured that
everything bloodstained or cumstained went into the campfire, from the
cot’s dirty pillow to Erin’s panties. When the fire was out, all that
remained was ash.

Katy took a final sweep over the cabin. One of the cots was empty.
She glanced back at the other one; they hadn’t touched it. She,
Samantha and Leah, aching to the bone, led Miss Arson down the path to
where Erin and Rachel had the man’s body. They stood at the edge of
the gaping chasm they’d passed before, ready to roll it in. “One,
two, three,” they counted, and they pushed the body over. When they’d
thrown rocks into the chasm, they’d heard nothing—not a crash or a
splash. This time, they heard both—the sound of breaking trees and a
hearty splash as the body hit the water. They stood for a moment,
surveying their work, the utter lack of evidence.

“We must never tell anyone about this but each other,” Katy said, and
knew that the rest of them understood. They were bonded by these
events, sisters forever, in a way. All of the girls answered in the
affirmative. Only Miss Arson had failed to respond. “Miss Arson, are
you in agreement?”

Finally, the teacher spoke, softly, as though the word caused her
great pain. “Yes,” she said. The speech barrier broken, she
continued. “It’s best if we pretend this never happened.”

But the girls, Katy in particular, knew that was impossible. They
would need to talk about it, would need to support each other through
the memories and protect each other from any other threats that came
their way. Having lived through this together, it was the least they
could do.

Katy led her band down the hill, Miss Arson beside her, hands on her
shoulders for balance. She felt the sun rising, sunlight on her face.
Less than half a day ago, she didn’t know if she would live to see
another new day and now there were thousands of new days before her.

Back at the cabin, the shower was pumped and Katy watched as her
friends used it. There was no privacy now. She got a look at
everyone naked, from Erin’s body, dark and athletic, but somehow
gentle as she washed Leah, head to foot, to Rachel and Samantha in
their skinny, valley girl beauty as they kissed passionately under a
stream of water. Katy was back to her role as observer.

She watched Erin rinse the disgusting woodsman’s pre-cum out of Leah’s
vagina, fingering her tenderly, spreading her lips and whispering
something in her ear. Leah responded in turn, fingers inside of Erin,
fucking more roughly. “It was like that,” Leah said, this time out
loud. “It hurt, but it felt good, too.”

Katy watched Rachel lick Samantha’s pussy clean, Samantha grinning a
twisted and toothy grin as she spread her thin legs further, letting
Rachel get right into it, get all of the sweat and stray hairs out.
She’d ridden the man the hardest and longest and was the dirtiest on
the inside. Rachel didn’t seem to mind, went after her with a broad
tongue in the big places, and the tip of her tongue in the little,
tiny ones. They finished off with a deep kiss and several mouthfuls
of water to get the taste out of their mouths.

When it was Miss Arson’s turn, Katy gave her some privacy. It was
what she felt her teacher would want. She’d always considered herself
a little bit twisted, maybe not as twisted as Samantha turned out to
be, but twisted. She got off watching her friends fool around after
killing someone and disposing of the body, but watching a raped woman
was just too much.

Finally, it was Katy’s turn to shower. She thought over the sexier
events of the day, even thinking back to her encounter with Erin in
the bathroom, and she rubbed her own hardened clit, pressing it
against her pubic bone. She pressed two fingers into her newly opened
vagina, satisfied that she’d lost her virginity on her own terms, and
that something good had come of it—the man’s punishment, the girls’
friendship. She came quickly, water rushing over her, and leaned back
against the shower wall to ride out her orgasm. Fluid squirted out of
her, mixed with the stream of water from the shower, and sank through
the porous surface below.

By the time Katy pulled her clothes back on, she was completely
satisfied, and the school bus had rolled into view. Newly washed, the
five girls and Miss Arson didn’t betray what had happened to them.
The bus driver noticed nothing amiss. He kept his eyes on the road
and pulled away from the campsite.

Katy looked around the bus, at Erin and Leah cuddling together, Rachel
and Samantha whispering secrets in each other’s ears, and finally at
Miss Arson, who looked almost normal. Now and then, she cringed
slightly, a painful memory crossing over her face like a cloud briefly
overshadowing the sun. Katy worried about Miss Arson, and would
continue to worry about her more than the other girls.

And now, thinking back, she was worried about something else. She’d
been sure to burn all of the evidence. The man’s body was rotting in
a river. But something in the cabin left her uneasy—the second cot.
Why would a solitary woodsman have two cots to sleep in? Had there
been someone else living in the cabin? She tried to dismiss her fear,
but no matter how she tried to control her mind, it kept wandering
back to that second cot, made up with another set of blankets. She
bore these thoughts, like a penance, the entire way home.

Epilogue

From behind a rock, hidden amongst the trees and undergrowth, he watched.

He listened and he learned names and places. From the side of the
bus, he learned not only the name of the city but also the name of a
school.

It will take planning and caution, but he will do what must be done.
If he bides his time, vengeance will be his–vengeance for his brother
and vengeance for himself.

Without his brother to rein in his demented and tortured mind, he will
tear them limb from limb. And why not have a little pleasure along
the way?

He reached down and stroked his American Girls doll against his erect
cock as the dust from the departing bus settled on the ground.

End

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“Did you enjoy Marta and Troy?,” Ada my agent asked next day. I told you we provide for some very kinky people with lots of sexual fetishes.

“I am currently negotiating with a lady you will have seen in the media many times. And perhaps a third person. She told me she has never sucked or been fucked by a man with a ten-inch erection. Are you available this Friday?”

I am Michael, in my late twenties, 72 inches tall, 168 pounds, a toned, fit body and genetically lucky to possess a large, thick cock – ten inches when erect. I live in Sydney, Australia and used to moonlight as a gigolo or male escort.

That was before Ada asked me to work for her ‘exclusive agency’. “We have a wide ranging client list, males and females, and lots of constant work,” she told me as she auditioned me. “And we provide for some very kinky people with lots of sexual fetishes.”

At eight on the Friday I am looking forward to meeting the media lady who has ‘never sucked or been fucked by a man with a ten-inch erection’. I am still unsure if a third person will be involved.

I was expecting a local person, instead I recognize Zondra, a brunette lady in her mid-forties from English television broadcasts. I had always admired her good looks, tall, slim, size 10-12 body, with well formed long legs and ass.

I had often wondered if she was bi-sexual and now I know as she introduces, Cindy, an attractive, short haired blond, who I learn is her thirty-year old locally based intern. Cindy can’t keep her hands off her as she kisses her.

“I can’t leave Australia without some serious sex with a male. Ada promised you had large, thick cock – ten-inches when erect. That is serious equipment Michael. Let’s see if it’s true.

“I am starved for some sex with a man, I promised my man no fucking while I was away, no mention of blowing another man or some lesbian sex though,” she smiles at me as we watch each other undress. Even better tits than I always imagined and good nipples. I have an almost full on erection as Zondra is down to her heels and tiny black g-string as I slide my cock over the front of my jock strap.

“Wow, that really is serious equipment Michael, I love a challenge and blowing your erection will really challenge me.

“For starters Cindy can lick me while I blow you. She has been my stand in lover ever since I arrived here. Is that fine with you?”

“You have probably heard stories about kinky English people. I want you to spank my naked ass before we commence. Then I won’t feel so guilty about doing something my man wouldn’t approve of. Even better it will be a huge turn on for me. And maybe you Cindy?,” she teases.

I can’t quite believe a gorgeous ass I have admired and ogled for years is naked apart from her tiny black g-string and laying across my lap. “The cheeks of your ass look absolutely fantastic in that g-string,” I tell her

“Spank it for me, then I won’t feel so guilty giving you a blow job,” she whispers. “Harder, harder,” that is a turn on, a huge turn on. I like it. Are you watching Cindy?”

“Yes I am, and I like watching a man doing that to you.”

“That’s ten, is my ass red? Two more, then the three of us can have sex, I love you slapping my ass. Do you really like watching Cindy?”

“Wow, you are kinky Zondra. That really was something new for me, I never would have guessed,” Cindy tells her as she rubs some cream over Zondra’s ass. An extra turn on for me watching another woman with her hands on an ass I had admired for years.

“My libido is sky high, I want to blow you while Cindy licks me to orgasm. Watch her and tease your erection for me, before I start on you Michael,” Zondra whispers as she settles in a chair with her legs apart.

“You know what I like Cindy, love it,” Zondra tells her as she licks and kisses her way up her thighs. “So good with a thick, hung man watching, your tongue is so good Cindy,” she moans as her tongue finds her clit.

“Look at my nipples Michael, look how big they become when I am really aroused. Lick and suck them for me before I blow you.”

They really are exceptional I muse as I enjoy licking and sucking them as she asked while she strokes and teases my erection with her fingertips.

“Would you like me to lick and kiss your balls,” she teases as she commences without waiting for an answer. I can see Cindy glancing to see exactly what Zondra is doing to me.

She has me on edge as she asks, “Would you like me to lick and kiss your nipples before I blow you,” she teases even more as she strokes my erection. Are ready for your blow job now?”

“You are a big tease Zondra, but I like it, a huge tease,” I moan as she licks, kisses and sucks my nipples.

“I want this to be special for both of us, very special, I have never had a cock as large as yours, even better with Cindy licking me,” she whispers as she licks and kisses the full length of it.

“Are you ready for me?,” she teases me even further, as she takes the tip of my erection between her lips and flutters her tongue on my cock.

“You are huge, fucking huge, can’t wait to tell my girlfriends back home how I blew a ten-inch Aussie man while a lady was licking my cunt,” she tells me, soto voice, after she slides three inches of my erection between her lips, then releases.

Then she resumes sucking me. I love the way she is sucking my cock while she teases her big nipples with a fingertip on each. Even more exciting as Cindy is pleasuring and lapping her wet cunt lips with her tongue.

Then she moves my hands so I am teasing her big nipples with a fingertip on each.

I can feel her body shaking as she orgasms. Once, Twice.

“To hell with it, I want you to fuck me with your ten-inches. I have waited all my life for a ten-inch fuck, I am not going to miss out now after traveling all the way to Australia.

“Fuck me standing against the wall, I won’t feel so guilty that way.

She is standing with her back to the wall, legs spread as I kneel and lick her clit. She has her hands on either side of my head guiding my tongue along her cunt lips. Up and down, sideways. Her thighs are pressing sideways against my shoulders. Then she has her thighs on my shoulders.

Then one foot on my shoulder. Her whole body is moving in a fucking motion against my tongue and lips as she mutters almost incoherently, ‘fuckame, fuckame, fuckamycunt.’

“So good, that is so good, while I am ogling your huge, ten-inch erection. So good, so fucking good,” she moans as her body trembles before she has a huge, long orgasm.

“Your cock is huge, you have a huge, ten-inch erection. I want it, I must have it, now, right now,” she tells me as she tongue kisses me with a hand sliding along it.

“Give it to me, now, right now, all of it,” she is moaning as I slowly tease my full length into her while she passionately tongue kisses me.

I had almost forgotten Cindy until I sight her standing side on watching me fucking her bisexual, lesbian lover.

“Watching him slide his thick, ten-inch cock into my lesbian lover is making me jealous. It is also turning me on,” Cindy whispers.

Then I can feel her hands on my ass as it moves in a fucking motion into her lesbian lover.

“That is such a turn on for me, a new sexual experience,” Cindy is moaning as I feel her dragging her fingernails across my ass cheeks, then digging her nails into my ass cheeks, softly at first, then harder and harder. I like it.

Then Cindy and Zondra are furiously tongue kissing as I increase the tempo of my fucking.

I have two hands on the wall bracing myself as I vary the tempo of my fucking. Slow, then faster and faster. Cindy is licking and sucking Zondra’s huge nipples.

I can’t hold back the huge orgasm I have coming much longer, the veins in my cock are bulging, as Zondra is urging me on.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me harder. I’m cumming, cumming, cumming. Now, now, right now, yes, oh yes, fuck yes,” she is screaming as her head shakes from side-to-side and her whole body shakes with a huge orgasm.

“I have never watched a ten-inch man masturbate, do it for me, Cindy as well,” Zondra smiles wickedly.

I commenced by running my fingertips along the bottom of my erection. I am so close already. A huge extra turn on with two naked women avidly watching. Then tease the full length my cock with a fingertip and thumb tip. I am on the edge, right on the edge as I increase the pressure. The two women have their hands all over each other as they watch me.

“Count to ten for me,” I mutter, wondering if I can hold out that long.

“I love a tease,” Zondra smiles as she begins the count, “One, two, three, four. The veins in your huge ten-inch cock are bulging. How much longer can you last? Five, six …”

I can’t believe the noise I am making as I have huge, long orgasm with two bi-sex women watching and enjoying.

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Melody goes forward with her plan to help Becky lose her virginity as publicly as possible!

Public Incestuous Passion

(An Incestuous Harem Story)

Chapter Three: Sisters’ Naughty Display

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

Melody Samuels

I smacked my half-brother, and my lover, on his naked, muscular ass. “Fix those pipes, stud.”

Clint turned around, a big grin on his mouth. “I’m skilled at laying pipes!”

It was the next morning after he pinned me against the refrigerator and fucked me hard. It was nice to be hammered so hard by him. It had me buzzing, but it sucked that he wasn’t coming to our college today. It was supposed to be my turn to enjoy him during lunch. Between classes and working at Mrs. Hiragawa’s drug store, Clint’s time was already taken up with so many concerns, so us women in his harem had to enjoy him when we could.

And I was missing out because the plumbing in our kitchen burst yesterday morning.

Clint was staying home to fix it. Our deceased father taught Clint how to work with his hands. None of us knew it, but our father was training Clint to be a man, to take care of his women (namely his sisters like me). I don’t know what would have happened if our father hadn’t died two years ago, but I imagine he would have mentored Clint into taking us all in hand at the proper time.

“Don’t let Zoey and Stefani distract you when they wake up,” I said. Zoey, our older sister, had gradated from our college last year and worked nights as a stripper. During the day, she and her girlfriend, Stefani, watched the babies while Pam and I were attending classes.

“They’re watching the babies,” Clint said.

I slipped my arms around his neck, pressing my body against his. “Riiiiiiight.”

Clint gave me a grin. “Mmm, I’ll be focused on playing with my pipes until I’m done.”

“Then you’ll come to school, right?”

He squeezed my ass through my skirt, pulling me against his naked body. “We’ll see.”

I sighed. No lunch fun for me. I guess I’d get him tomorrow.

His mouth claimed mine in a kiss. I shuddered against him, loving the feel of his mouth on mine. Warmth fluttered through me. My pussy clenched, lusts igniting. I wanted him to pin me against the wall. To fuck me so hard. His cock swelled hard, pressing into the front of me. He was so strong. My heart fluttered.

Something thudded in the background.

Clint broke the kiss with a groan. “Alicia is tapping her foot.”

“Huh?” I asked, blinking.

“We have to get to school!” Alicia said.

I looked behind me. My little sister, her hair gathered in a pair of light-brown pigtails, that swayed about her face, stared at us, arms folded across her chest. She looked younger than her nineteen years, almost child-like in her frilly, pink dress and white leggings. Pam and Lee stood with her, a wicked grin on Lee’s face while Pam had a soft smile on her face. You’d never know the Japanese girl was our half-sister.

Which made it so much fun that she was Clint’s other girlfriend.

“Fine, fine, cupcake,” I said, breaking away from our brother. “Bye, Clint. Love you.”

“Love you,” he said and smacked my ass. “And I love you, Pam, and my princess.”

Alicia beamed while Pam said, “Love you, Clint.”

“And you, slut, I want you on your best behavior,” Clint said, giving the pregnant Lee a hard look. “If I find out you weren’t listening to your sisters, you won’t get any sex for a month.”

“Yes, Master,” Lee said, attempting to make her her mischievous face look innocent. “I’ll be good.”

I rolled my eyes. Lee liked to be a brat. She wasn’t nearly as bad as she was over a year ago. Clint figured out how to punish her: not by spanking or or tying her up or humiliating her before the entire college, she loved that, but denying her any orgasms. That controlled her behavior.

Mostly.

I slipped my arm around my Japanese half-sister’s waist and took Alicia’s hand with the other. Lee followed behind us to the car. Though my mother taught at our college, she drove her own car. Who wanted to show up college driving with their mom?

Even if she was a sex slave like Lee.

As I drove to school, the excitement in my pussy surged down a new direction as my thoughts drifted over to Becky Yates. I wondered what that eighteen-year-old and her brother got up to at her house last night. I was excited to hear about it.

I squirmed as I drove, remembering the naughty fun we had, how hot it was eating her virgin pussy out while her older brother watched us. I set it up so he could “find” us having our lesbian tryst in gym supply closet. It was so hot to sit there and stare at Tim while his little sister devoured my pussy, her naked ass and untouched snatch pointed right at him.

It had to put such naughty thoughts into his mind. I could tell he liked what he saw. I hoped that they had such naughty fun. That they were just getting up to wild delight. My pussy was just so juicy imagining that cute girl losing her virginity to her brother.

I loved incest so much. If I couldn’t enjoy Clint today, at least another sister was getting some from her brother.

“What has gotten into you?” Pam asked.

I grinned at her as I pulled into our college’s parking lot. “Just my little side-project.”

“Side-project?” Alicia asked from the back seat. “Are you being naughty?”

“Yep, cupcake,” I said, putting the car into park. “That’s something big sisters get to do. But you need to be a good little sister for Clint.”

“Of course,” Alicia said, sounding offended. “I’m not Lee.”

“Nope,” Lee said, sounding proud.

We piled out of the car and walked across the parking lot. I smiled when I saw Becky waiting outside the school, the slender, black-haired girl straightening when she saw me. She had her hands clasped before her, a smile growing across her face.

“I’ll see you later,” Pam said. She leaned in and gave me a kiss on the lips. “Love you.”

“Love you, too,” I said to my girlfriend-sister.

“Bye!” Alicia said then darted into the main building with all the enthusiasm of a little girl. Lee sauntered in after her.

“So, did he do it?” I asked her.

She sighed. “No, no. But I felt him looking at me all night. Our parents were home. We just… couldn’t get alone.”

“Right, right, parents,” I said, shaking my head. I was so used to our mothers being in on the fun, serving Clint as his sex slaves. “Maybe you should seduce them, too.”

Becky’s eyes bulged. Her jaw dropped. Then she shook her head. “They’re my parents.”

I couldn’t help my smile as I slipped an arm around her neck and pulled her close to me. “Fine, fine. So we’ll have to do it here at school. Let me think about it. We’ll meet for lunch, okay?”

“Sure,” Becky said, her cheeks burning bright. “Here? We could get caught.”

“I know,” I said, my pussy so wet. If Clint wasn’t around, I’d have to find my own amusements.

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Becky Yates

I was scared and excited for lunch.

I wanted to make love to Tim, to lose my virginity to him, but doing it here at school, where anyone could catch us—like a professor—frightened me. But Melody was so fearless. She was so brave. She would commit incest anywhere. I wasn’t her. It was hard enough just letting her lead me into seducing my brother.

If it wasn’t for her, I would still be hiding in my room wishing I could masturbate to my brother having sex with me, while too frightened that my mother or father would hear my panting and gasping, the creaking of my bed springs.

I entered the cafeteria, my head scanning around for Melody. I spotted her sisters sitting at a table, along with some of their friends, the two Hispanic sisters that were rumored to be lovers. At the very least, if you were a girl who wanted to get your pussy licked, Juana would make her older sister Carmelita do it. There was James and his sister Jenny. Were they also lovers? Rumor had it she was pregnant. Was it James’s child?

I rubbed my belly and wondered what it would be like to have my brother’s child. That would make things so complicated. I was on the pill, so that wouldn’t happen. My mother insisted. She seemed to think I’d start having sex at any time.

If only she knew who I wanted to have sex with…

But I didn’t see Melody at the table. I bit my lip, my hips wiggling from side to side. Did she go home? Was she running late? Where was—

“Hey.”

I let out a screech, startled by the voice speaking right behind me. I whipped around, heart pounding, and found Melody arching a plucked-narrow eyebrow at me. She stood there, looking so sexy with her blonde hair gathered in a pair of braids, keeping her strands out of her cute face. Amusement danced in her hazel eyes as she shook her head.

“Someone’s jumpy,” Melody said.

“Sorry,” I said, my heart thudding cold excitement through my veins. “I’m just…”

“Eager? Excited?” She paused, leaning closer. “Horny to fuck your brother?”

“Yes!” I said.

“Perfect.”

She took my hand. I shivered at it, my skin feeling galvanized by her touch. It raced up my arm to my nipples, puckering them. I could remember eating her pussy. I never thought I would do anything with a girl, and yet she tasted so good. I could remember the flavor of her sweet snatch as I ate her while feeling my brother staring at me.

Lusting after me.

She lead me across the cafeteria. I couldn’t help but smile as she did. I felt like everyone was watching us, knowing that we were… lovers? Were we lovers? I mean, we made love. She was my first time, even if I was still a virgin. I still had my hymen. My heart pounded faster and faster. I saw my brother sitting with his friends on his swim team.

Tim straightened. He was a tall guy with black hair like me. He wasn’t as broad-shouldered as Clint, but I thought he was sexier. He had this strength to him. And he was so handsome in his speedo while swimming, all his muscles bunching and flexing. He was sleek. His eyes were on me, following me as we walked by him.

I gave him a smoky smile.

He licked his lips.

I squeezed Melody’s hand, making a whimpering sound. It rose from my throat as my pussy went molten with lust for him. Melody let out a purring sound, nodding her head. And then we were leaving the cafeteria, entering the halls.

The sound of all the talking, laughing, and clattering of food trays faded as we entered the quiet hallways. We took a few turns, moving deeper into our school and… I thought I heard footsteps behind us. I glanced, seeing a shadow stretching down the hallway, approaching the corner.

But not rounding it.

Was someone following us? Ghosting behind us?

I shivered as we reached the stairs. Our footsteps echoed as we climbed it and I thought… I heard our stalker hurrying down the hallway to keep up with us. My skin grew tighter and tighter. It had to be my brother. He had to think we were going to have sex.

And he wanted to watch it again.

He wanted to see me again.

I gripped Melody’s hand with my right, my left clutching the front of my blouse. I licked my lips as we headed past the second floor and headed up to the third. My brother crept up the stairs behind us, adding another set of echoing thuds up the stairs.

This was happening. My breath quickened. My heart throbbed.

My eyes widened as we reached the third floor and she led me to the right. The hallway bent ahead. Just around that corner was where I caught Melody and her brother having sex last Friday. Just right there, pinned against the locker. No one was up here at this time of day. I quivered, my heart thudding.

“Mmm, I’m going to teach you how to suck a cock today,” Melody said.

“Like… like my brother’s cock?” I found myself saying, knowing Tim had to hear us. I knew he was at the top of the stairs waiting for us to round the corner.

“Sure, Tim’s cock, or any guy’s cock,” Melody said, her voice liquid. “It’s an important thing to know.”

“But how—” Before I could finish asking my question, she pressed me against the locker room and kissed me.

I shuddered against her. Her mouth nibbled on my lips. I closed my eyes, excitement surging through my pussy. My hips wiggled from side to side as her tongue danced through my mouth. This was so hot.

Anyone could catch us.

My brother… My brother could…

Melody broke the kiss. A dizzy thrill washed through me. My head swayed from side to side as I blinked my eyes. Her hazel eyes swam before me as she rubbed her nose against mine. I struggled to gather my thoughts, to ask the question I started to before she ambushed me.

“But, but, how?” I asked. “You don’t have a cock.”

“Mmm, but I have a dildo,” she said, breaking way from me. She pulled a strap-on dildo out of her purse before dropping the bag to the floor. Then she ripped up her skirt. I shuddered at the sight of her naked pussy, lips shaved save for that strip of blonde hair down to her snatch.

“You’re just so wild,” I said while catching a glimpse of movement at the corner.

Tim peeked around the corner.

“So brave,” I continued.

“And you’re not?” Melody asked a she stepped into the harness. She lifted the black vinyl up her sleek legs, the fleshy-toned dildo bobbing before her. It had a bright, red tip. It looked sculpted to be as realistic as possible. It even had balls. “You came up to me and asked me to help you out. And now look at you, you’re about to suck my girl-dick right here, right now.”

I swallowed as she adjusted her dildo, pressing the base against her pussy, tightening the straps. The fake cock bobbed and swayed before her as she wiggled her hips. She grinned at me when she finished, arching a blonde eyebrow at me.

“Well, why aren’t you on your knees sucking my cock?” she asked. “This is something every little sister needs to know.”

I fell to my knees. I ignored that flare of pain and stared at the tip of the fake dick. It had a slit at the tip, the crown almost looking like a mushroom tip. The shaft was thick and long, and even veiny. The balls looked so heavy.

“Now first, cup the balls,” Melody said, her hands ripping off her top to bare her round breasts. They bounced, so firm, her dusky nipples hard. “Be gentle. You don’t want to squeeze them too hard. Guy’s don’t like that. Then, with your other hand, grab the shaft and stroke it.”

I swallowed as I obeyed her. A strange excitement shot through me. I could almost believe she had a cock. I cupped the balls, cradling them with my right hand while my left grasped the shaft. It was cool and felt rubbery, but had a slickness to it. I pumped up and down it, imagining it was Tim’s cock. My pussy clenched at the thrill.

Movement peeked around the corner.

“Now flutter your tongue against the tip,” Melody said. “That’s the most sensitive part of a guy’s dick. Pay a lot of attention to it.”

“Okay,” I said then licked my lips, wetting them. They kept going dry.

I leaned my head forward, staring at the tip. My tongue fluttered out, sliding across it. I tasted the rubbery flavor while my tongue swirled around it. I shuddered, my hips swaying from side to side. My pussy grew so hot in my panties, my juices flowing as I wished this was Tim’s dick.

“Now slide your lips over the tip,” Melody said, her firm tits jiggling above me as she swayed. “Mind your teeth. Guys don’t like that. But seal those lips tight and suck on my girl-dick.”

I obeyed her. I kept my teeth away from the tip as I slid my lips over it. It felt so naughty doing this. My cheeks hollowed. My tongue caressed the tip still, stroking it as I sucked. It felt so nice doing this.

Melody made such wicked sounds like she could feel my mouth on it. It inspired me to keep sucking. To keep pleasing her. My hand stroked up and down the shaft, the other massaging her balls, my knuckles brushing the wet folds of her pussy.

“Mmm, just like that,” Melody purred. “That’s how a little sister sucks a girl-dick. It’s good, isn’t it?”

I nodded my head, sucking so hard. Saliva dribbled down my chin. That only made me feel more wanton as I made those naughty sounds. I turned my head, moving it, bobbing it. Melody grinned at me, nodding her head.

She grasped a handful of my black hair, her hips undulating, pumping the dildo in and out of my mouth, stirring it around inside my mouth. Her left hand groped her own tits, sliding back and forth from breast to breast, tweaking her nipple. She twisted it, whimpering.

“Mmm, that’s it, you little slut,” she groaned. “Just such a good little sister. Sucking that cock.”

I was.

“Loving it. You want to make me cum.”

I did.

“You wish I had jizz to spurt into your mouth.”

I whimpered at that. My pussy clenched. I sucked so hard. I wanted that. I wanted Tim’s cum spurting into my mouth. He was watching me right now, witnessing me learning how to suck a dick. I bobbed my mouth so hard. My lips slid up and down the shaft while I fisted the base. My tongue caressed it.

I wanted to please Melody. My brother. My eyes squeezed shut. I pictured his slim, muscular body rising over me. That it was his strong hand gripping my hair. That it was a warm cock. Tim’s cock. I whimpered, drool running down my chin as I gave such a sloppy, enthusiastic blowjob.

“Ooh, yes, yes, yes, you are so eager for cum!” groaned Melody. “What a shame I’m a girl.”

I moaned in agreement.

“What a shame there’s not a cute guy around with a cock.” She pinched her dusky nipple hard, tugging on it. Pleasure crossed her face. “Wouldn’t that be hot? A real dick to train you on?”

I moaned so loudly, whimpering.

“Jesus,” a masculine voice groaned, soft, but it reached my ear.

“Mmm, if a guy just burst around the corner and whipped out his cock,” Melody gasped, thrusting the dildo deep into my mouth. “Well, that would be hot, wouldn’t it?”

So hot!

“Fuck,” my brother groaned. Then he burst around the corner, marching to us, his t-shirt clinging to his chest, his handsome, boyish face bursting with lust as he stared at us. He marched over, a noticeable bulge tenting the front of his jeans.

I whimpered. I was about to suck my brother’s cock.

“You can use mine,” Tim said, his voice so eager as he stared at Melody. He was already undoing his belt, fumbling at his jeans.

“Oh, how wonderful,” Melody moaned, ripping her dildo out of my mouth. “Mmm, let’s see what you’re packing, cutie.”

I trembled, staring at my brother. I was at the perfect level to witness it. He ripped down his fly. There was his cock tenting the front of his jeans. I groaned as he yanked out his dick from his boxers, shoving down the blue, plaid underwear enough to expose his hairless cock.

I knew he shaved down there. The swimmers shaved everywhere. I whimpered as his balls came into view, the skin so smooth. They were big and heavy, begging to be groped by my hands. I even wanted to suck on them.

“That is a beautiful cock for practicing on,” Melody said. “Mmm, your little sister is going to have a good time with it.”

“What?” Tim gasped as I turned on my knees, bringing my lips close to his cock. “I thought you’d show her by sucking my dick, Melody.”

“No, no, we’re teaching your little sister,” Melody said. “I know how to suck dick. Now come on, you little slut, latch onto your big brother’s cock.”

I grabbed my brother’s dick as he gasped in shock. My left hand cradled his hairless balls. They were cooler than his dick, which felt so hot in my hand. I trembled at our incestuous contact. My brother’s cum was in these nuts. I fondled them, lightly massaging them. My hand pumped up and down his shaft. A clear liquid appeared at the slit.

“Mmm, now just suck him,” Melody moaned.

“But she’s my sister,” Tim groaned as I leaned my mouth forward.

“That’s just going to make it feel better, cutie,” Melody said, her voice sounding so flirty. “Just enjoy.”

“Fuck,” he groaned as I leaned my head forward. “Becky!”

I shivered, realizing Melody was right. I was brave. I stroked up his cock, making a bead of that clear juices at the tip of his dick. My tongue flicked out, dragging across his spongy crown. I shuddered as I tasted the salty delight of the liquid. It was slick, coating my tongue.

My brother groaned. His dick twitched in my hand. I shivered, wiggling my hips, knowing I was giving my brother such pleasure. It was such a heady thrill. I was so glad I could do this. I was fortunate to be able to do such naughty things like this.

“Jesus, Becky,” Tim groaned as my tongue swirled around his dick.

“See, little sisters are sexy,” Melody said. Out of the corner of my eyes, I witnessed her taking off her strap-on dildo, sliding the harness down her thighs. “Just enjoy, cutie, and you will explode into her mouth.”

I liked that idea. I slid my lips over his dick’s tip, feeling that warm, soft crown enter my mouth. A naughty thrill shot through me. My brother’s cock was in my mouth. I was committing incest with him where anyone could catch us.

I was finally loving him.

My pussy clenching from excitement, I sucked so hard on his dick. I bobbed my head, whimpering as I loved him. I put all my effort into pleasing him, using everything that Melody had just taught me. I felt her eyes on me while Tim groaned his pleasure.

“Yes, yes, just like that, you naughty slut,” purred Melody. She brought the realistic tip of the dildo to her pussy and thrust it into her. She groaned, her tits jiggling. “Just suck on your brother’s cock.”

Tim glanced at her and groaned. “Jesus. This is really happening.”

“You bet it is, cutie,” Melody said. “Now just let that little virgin slut love you. Mmm, it’s so hot.”

“Yeah,” he groaned while Melody pumped her dildo in and out of her pussy, ramming it deep into her cunt.

It made my own snatch clench in envy. My virgin depths ached for my brother to penetrate me. And after this, I knew he would take my virginity. Right there in our college’s hallway, I sucked his cock with all my might.

My cheeks hollowed.

Drool dribbled down my chin.

Obscene wet, slurping sounds echoed through the halls.

My tongue swirled around the tip of his cock. It danced and fluttered, caressing his spongy flesh. More and more of his liquid flowed. That salty delight, a preview for his cum… Precum. It was his precum.

I bobbed my head so fast while pumping my hand up and down on his dick. My other hand massaged his balls. They grew warmer. I just knew they were full of his incestuous seed. His yummy cum. I wanted him to fire into me so badly.

“Fuck!” Tim groaned. He ran a hand through his short, black hair. “Oh, fuck, this is hot.”

“Uh-huh,” Melody moaned. The wet sounds of her dildo plunging into her cunt mixed with my slurping sucks. “Ooh, love your big brother’s cock. Just like that. Mmm, nothing like sucking on your brother’s dick and making him cum.”

She would know.

I squeezed my eyes shut, putting my all into pleasing my big brother. I ignored my itching pussy. It could wait. Right now, it was all about making Tim cum. My tongue danced about his cock. My cheeks hollowed with every suck.

His precum flowed. His balls twitched in my massaging grip. His dick throbbed in my stroking hand. It was so incredible. My head twisted as I bobbed it. My lips slid up and down his cock, caressing the wrinkly skin right beneath the tip, popping over that ridge around the perimeter of his crown. He grunted and groaned.

“Goddamn, you are so hot,” he groaned. “Jesus, yes.”

“Mmm, just enjoy,” Melody moaned, her voice so throaty. It sounded like she was plunging that dildo so fast and deep into her cunt. “Just cum in her mouth.”

“Oh, I will. Just keep doing that. Shit, you are so sexy!”

A thrill ran through me. My brother thought I was sexy.

I squeezed his balls, massaging them, so eager for his cum. He groaned, his voice sounding so tight. I felt his nuts twitch in my grip. Then he let out an explosive breath. Something pulsed up the bottom of his cock and then—

A warm, salty liquid squirted into my mouth.

My eyes snapped open. My brother was cumming in my mouth.

I tasted his seed. It was such a stronger, saltier flavor than his precum. His jizz spilled across my tongue and swirled around inside my mouth. I shuddered. I had friends who claimed cum tasted nasty and said only sluts swallowed. That I should spit it out. But I didn’t want to.

It was yummy.

I wanted to be my brother’s cum slut.

I gulped down his cum. His cream flowed down my throat to warm my belly. I quivered, my pussy dripping wet. I wanted to masturbate so badly. I wanted to be touched. Melody gasped and moaned in the background, having her own orgasm as she witnessed my brother firing his jizz into my mouth.

“Oh, fuck, I can’t believe that just happened,” Tim panted as I sucked the last drops of cum out of his dick. “Becky, you just blew me.”

I popped my mouth off his dick and moaned, “I did! And you tasted amazing!”

“Jesus,” he said as he pulled away from me. He glanced at Melody. “Jesus, this was hot. We have to do this again.”

“Oh, I’m sure naughty things are in your future,” Melody said. “Right, Becky?”

I nodded my head. I knew tonight, my brother and I would do more naughty things at home. I couldn’t wait. It would be so exciting. I quivered in delight. My pussy was on fire as Tim put his dick away.

I couldn’t wait to lose my virginity.

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Melody Samuels

I was still buzzing from the thrill of yesterday’s naughty fun. It was hot watching Becky suck her brother’s cock for the first time. It was a shame their parents kept Becky from losing her virginity, but I was confident her brother knew she was available and the pair would work things out.

I was more interested in my own brother. Clint was attending classes today. So it was time for my makeup date with him and Mrs. Umayyah. I was going to make Clint fuck me up the ass then have that slutty, whorish Arab professor lick his cum out of my rectum while Clint fucked her pussy with his dirty dick to clean himself off.

I couldn’t wait.

I buzzed as I marched through the halls to my mother’s second floor classroom. Clint was already waiting there, leaning against the door. He nodded at me, such a handsome stud. Tim was cute, but he had nothing on my half-brother.

“Well, stud, you ready for—”

“Big brother!” Alicia squealed, appearing at the other end of the hallway.

I frowned. What was our little princess doing here with the Japanese twins? Didn’t they know the schedule was changed? They would have tomorrow. But Alicia was already running up the hallway with Kimiko and Minako in tow. The slender, Japanese girls with their black hair and identical faces were just the sort of delight that made Clint hard.

He loved Japanese girls.

His face lit up as he looked over there. “Hey, princess.”

“Big brother,” Alicia said, reaching him. She bounced so cutely between the two twins. All three were in the early stages of their pregnancies, Alicia having just found out she was finally bred, the twins the month before. “Ooh, we’re going to have so much fun.”

“Minako is looking forward to it,” one of the twins said. She always referred to herself in the third person. Apparently, it was some Japanese, cute, little-girl thing. Like Alicia dressing up like a grade-schooler.

“No, no, it’s my turn with Clint,” I said. “I didn’t get yesterday.”

“But, but,” Alicia said, and she sought me with this look, her eyes trembling behind her glasses, tears beading on her eyelashes. “It’s Wednesday. It’s our turn. We were so looking forward to it. You can’t steal it away from us, big sister.”

Clint groaned at the sight of her little-girl tears. He spoiled her when she was like this. He glanced at me. I knew he would be stern with her if I pressed the issue, but hearing Alicia whimper made me sigh. Even as an annoyed anger swelled through me, I grunted, “Fine. Have your turn, Alicia.”

“Yay!” she squealed, bouncing up and down, her pigtails flying. “Thank you, big sister!”

She gave me a hug and a hot kiss right on the mouth before she broke away. Then she threw herself at our brother, hugging him tight. Since being bred by our brother, she had gotten far, far more affectionate in public. Maybe it was the hormones, or maybe it was the fact she was conceived by riding his cock in the middle of the cafeteria while pretending to be sitting on his lap.

“Have fun,” I muttered, my annoyance swelling along with my throbbing lust as Clint ushered in the three girls to play with them. I could probably bully my way in there and join them, but I wanted my depraved fun. It would be all giggling and kisses and squealing delight in there. No real domination save for Minako acting submissive.

My pussy clenched. I miss that magical time when Clint didn’t have a harem. When it was just the two of us and…

No, no, it was good we had the harem. It was just a weird week. Things weren’t working out well. I just wish I wasn’t so horny. My asshole ached for some depraved, anal fun.

I whirled around and marched away. I passed Mrs. Umayyah, the Arab woman’s huge, dusky tits almost falling out of her low-cut blouse. She still wore her headscarf, a mocking parody that she was still a “pure” Muslim wife.

“Tomorrow,” I hissed at her. It was Pam and Lee’s day tomorrow; Pam would understand and Lee wouldn’t get a say.

I stalked past the professor as she let out a groan of disappointment. I reached the stairs and barreled down them, my footsteps echoing. I hit the first floor and was in the cafeteria in moments. I marched past where Becky sat with her friends to reach the table where Lee ate with our friends and Pam.

“Slut,” I snarled, grabbing a fistful of my younger sister’s dark-brown hair. “Come on.”

“Alicia?” Pam asked, lowering her fork from her mouth covered in a piece of lasagna.

“Yep,” I said, hauling the pregnant Lee off the bench and from the table.

“Ooh, Mistress,” Lee moaned. I felt everyone staring at us. I didn’t care any longer. Let the entire student body know that my bratty sister was my sex slave. Clint had blackmail on our school’s president. I couldn’t get in trouble.

I felt so many eyes on me as I marched her through the cafeteria towards the girl’s restroom. I passed by Tim’s table, he and his friends on the swim team staring at us. I noticed Becky standing up at her table, her jaw dropped.

I bet this would just embolden her. Maybe she’d grab her brother and go do something about her virginity.

I thrust through the swinging door into the girl’s restroom and marched right into the middle. I slung my purse off my shoulder and dropped it on the counter. It landed with a heavy thud. I whirled around, facing my sister.

She had such a huge grin on her mischievous face, her round tits, swelling along with her blossoming stomach, jiggling. “What do you need, Mistress? Got a hot cunt in need of licking.”

“Strip, you disgusting whore,” I growled and grabbed the hem of my blouse.

“Yes, Mistress!” moaned my little sister. “You know I’m the most disgusting whore in the world.”

As I peeled off my top, she ripped off hers. Our tits jiggled and swayed before us, my swollen with breast milk. I couldn’t wait to get home and nurse my daughter, or my brother. Lee’s tits were ripe and plump now, not those little titties she had a year ago. Her belly had a sleek curve to it, our brother’s child growing inside of her.

She ripped off her maternity jeans next. They fit her tight. She wore nothing beneath, her bred pussy shaved, her legs slim and lithe. A runner’s legs. Naked, she fell to her knees before me, her eyes locked on my crotch.

“Just a nasty, disgusting little slut!” I snarled as the door opened. Tim entered, his eyes hungry on me. “Get that mouth on my cunt right now. I have to pee!”

“Yes, Mistress!” my pregnant sister moaned.

She pressed her mouth right against my pussy. Her lips sealed tight. I shuddered as she sucked on my urethra. My bladder, half-full, felt the pressure. The nasty pee-slut stared up at me with eager eyes. I groaned and relaxed my inner muscles.

My piss flowed.

“Jesus,” groaned Tim as he watched me piss in my sister-slave’s mouth.

Lee’s hands grasped my ass as I defiled her mouth. I groaned in relief as my urine flowed out of me, splashing in my sister’s mouth. She gulped it down, her lips moving on my pussy. I quivered. It almost felt like cumming. A smile crossed my lips as my audience stared at me, his hand rubbing his crotch.

He was bold to walk in here.

“Ooh, yes, yes, yes, you little slut,” I growled. “Drink it all. Mmm, you love my piss.”

Lee moaned.

Her tongue fluttered through my pussy while a zipper rasped. Tim was pulling out his cock. Maybe he had a taste for exhibitionism, too. I mean, he was on the swim team where they wore those speedos and not much else, showing of their sleek, manly bodies.

Clint would look so hot in a speedo.

I gasped, my sister’s tongue lapping at my cunt now that my piss had stopped flowing. I shuddered, Tim stroking his dick before me, staring at my tits with such hungry eyes. He wanted me so badly. It made my pussy wetter and wetter.

But this wasn’t how I wanted to cum.

Becky burst into the bathroom as I wrenched away from my sister’s mouth. I took a step back, shaking my head, my body so full of lust. The black-haired girl darted towards her brother, fell to her knees before him, and sucked his dick into his mouth.

“Becky!” Tim gasped in shock. “Jesus, again?”

“She’s a good, little sister,” I said. “Not like that nasty, filthy whore kneeling before me.”

“So nasty!” Lee echoed, her thighs slick with her pussy juices.

“Bend that ass over the counter. I’m going to fuck it so hard!” I would get some form of anal delight today!

“Fuck it?” Tim groaned, his chest rising and falling.

“Yep, cutie,” I said, a little thrill trembling through me as I gave him a wink. His eyes devoured my body as I whirled around and ripped open my purse, my tits swaying.

God, it was so hot being watched. Being lusted after. I understood why my older sister, Zoey, was a stripper. I was twenty. Maybe I should start…

I ripped out the dildo Becky practice on yesterday. I thrust my legs through it and ripped the harness up my thighs while Lee wiggled her ass. She had her swollen belly pressed into the counter, her shaved pussy and tight ass pointed right at me. I adjusted the straps, pressing the dildo’s base right on my clit.

I moved to my sister, Becky sucking and slurping away. A few other girls gasped, my audience growing as I advanced on my little sister. The world didn’t think Lee was my cousin like they did with Clint. They knew this was incest.

Just like they did with Becky and Tim.

Tim groaned as his little sister loved him, his eyes locked on my quivering tits as I brought the dildo’s tip to my little sister’s asshole. I slipped it between her butt-cheeks, sliding it down until I found her asshole.

She groaned as I pressed against it, my clit drinking in the pressure from the dildo’s base. I felt the eyes, Tim and the three girls, on me. It was so exciting. Tim groaned again as I pushed forward. Lee gasped as the unlubed dildo popped into her bowels.

“Holy shit, Mistress!” Lee groaned. “Holy shit, that hurts!”

“But you love it,” I hissed, jamming the dildo all the way into her resisting bowels. “You’re just that fucked up you love the pain.”

“I do! Ooh, Mistress, sodomize my asshole! Fuck me hard! Make it hurt so badly! Then… can I cum?”

“Yes, you can, you fucked-up whore!” I growled, pumping away. “You can just explode!”

“Wow,” one of the girls muttered.

“I know,” groaned Tim, his little sister bobbing her mouth on his dick.

I grinned at my audience, my tits heaving as I rammed the dildo over and over into my little sister’s bowels. The dildo massaged my clit. Every thrust sent sparks of rapture exploding from the dildo and showering through my pussy. It was incredible.

Juices ran down my thighs. The pleasure built and built in me as I thrust. Lee’s moans mixed with the slap of my crotch into her rump. My eyes flicked from the squirming girls, their cheeks all crimson, to Tim gripping Becky’s hair while she bobbed her mouth with such hunger on his dick.

“Yes, yes, yes!” howled Lee. “Bugger my asshole, Mistress! Ram that dildo into me! Ooh, it burns! It hurts so much! I love it! I’m going to cum so hard!”

“Just a nasty slut, Lee!” one of the girls gasped.

“She is!” I hissed, ramming that dildo hard into her cunt. “My sister-slave is such a whore! She’s so filthy!”

“Disgusting!” Lee moaned. “Oh, mistress, I’m going to cum!”

“Me, too!” I snarled, my pussy on fire. From fucking her asshole. From being watched. It was all mixing and swirling in me.

Incestuous lust burned through the bathroom. Tim grunted and groaned, watching me as he fucked Becky’s mouth. He pumped his cock in and out of her oral cavity while she sucked and slurped on his shaft, loving him. Her tiny frame shivered.

“Drink my cum!” Tim groaned, staring at me.

I grinned at him, loving this moment. We were both showing off using our little sisters to get off. I slammed my dildo deep into Lee’s asshole. My clit throbbed as the base of the dildo massaged it. My crotch smacked into my sister’s rump.

Pleasure spiked through me.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I howled as my orgasm exploded through me.

My pussy convulsed. Juices flooded down my thighs as I drew back my hips and slammed into my sister again. Another flare of rapture burst from my clit. It showered through my convulsing pussy. Bliss detonated throughout my body. The ecstasy reached my mind.

Lee whimpered and moaned, bucking on the table, crying out her rapture, too. Tim grunted, groaned. As stars danced across my vision from the rapture melting my mind, I witnessed his face twisted with passion.

“Fuck!” he growled. He gripped his sister’s head. “You’re so hot!”

His cum fired into his little sister’s mouth. She gulped it down, her body trembling. My eyes widened. I didn’t realize she was masturbating, but juices ran down her thighs from beneath her skirt. So much incestuous pleasure roared through the bathroom.

“Mistress!” howled Lee.

“You nasty slut!” I groaned, slamming my dildo back into her asshole, another climax shuddering through my pussy. Rapture rippled through my body.

“Love it up the ass!” she howled.

“Oh, my god, that’s so hot!” one of the watching girls moaned. “I wish I was that wild.”

I grinned at them, my body heaving, my tits bouncing before me as the rapture shot through my mind. I loved being watched. It would be so hot if Clint was here, but he was playing with Alicia. He missed out on all the fun of witnessing my naughty behavior.

But I had an audience who appreciated it.

“Ooh, damn, that was good,” I panted, my tits swaying as I leaned over my sister. “Mmm, I needed that.”

“Me, too, Mistress,” my sister mewled.

“Yeah,” Tim groaned as his little sister kept nursing on his dick. “Damn.”

I shivered. I definitely needed to help Becky loose her virginity to him. If they couldn’t get away with it at home, then it would have to be at school. But he just came, and he didn’t have the super Viagra that my brother took. He’d need a breather.

Besides, a girl deserved to lose her virginity in a special way. A public way. I had to make it perfect for Becky. I would make it perfect for her. Today.

To be continued…

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Now that Crystal has redone the chamber to fit her style she needs a victim

Crystal on the Prowl
It was two months since Crystal disposed of Jason and began transforming the place and herself to more suit her needs. Unless someone was really looking close you’d never know she used to wear lip and nose rings. She removed them immediately after deciding to make this place her own. Her hair was now almost shoulder length and back to her natural brunette color. Looking in the mirror she was very pleased with her look. So maternal looking, with her Maroon long sleeve jacket and matching skirt, and the neatly ironed button up white blouse. The reading glasses she bought gave her the appearance of a respectable business woman or teacher and the soft lipstick and eyeliner only reinforced this look. She now drove a Lincoln Town Car and with the tinted windows it was virtually impossible to see inside unless you pressed your face against the windows and peered in. Crystal smiled, knowing her true self was complete opposite of this outer appearance she now had and it made her feel that more powerful.

Inspecting her toys and what she liked to call her tools of the trade she was pleased with the additions she had made to Jason’s original batch. She now had a large variety of estim gadgets to shock and stimulate her victims as well as a nice seven foot deep water chamber. The chamber was specially made and had full length glass sides so she would be able to see every movement her prey made as she lowered them into it. The only other major addition was her assortment of needles ranging in diameter of the common sewing needle to over a quarter inch in size. The lengths went from less than two inches to over a foot long and all of them regardless of diameter or length had tips honed to a sharpness to penetrate the body cleanly.

She would be perfect for Crystal’s first interest and guinea pig. Every day for the past week as Crystal watched her, she would walk to and from school alone and always took a side trip on the way home to sit on the bank of the Licking river and just stare at the water. Crystal guessed she was around 15 or 16 at the oldest and probably a Freshman or Sophomore in high school. Hair like spun gold and like Crystal’s just barely covered her shoulders. The girl didn’t use any lipstick or eye shadow that Crystal could tell and had very firm looking small breasts that made Crystal’s mouth water. Being a private school, the girl wore a uniform and that in itself excited Crystal. Something about a uniform, whether worn by male or female intrigued Crystal although she couldn’t explain why.

The area was quiet and Crystal noticed it carried very little traffic and there was a blacktop parking area she could pull the Lincoln into. As she neared the girl, the girl turned and looked surprised to see someone else coming to her private spot. Crystal introduced herself and told the young girl she was with the EPA and was checking the river for pollution. The girl introduced herself as Shelby and told Crystal she just loved to sit her and listen to the soft rustling of the water as it flowed. Crystal asked Shelby if she mind coming back up the path and giving her a hand with her instruments. As they neared the car Crystal popped the trunk. Crystal turned and with the syringe she had concealed in her hand, she gave the girl a shot of a powerful sedative and held her as she went limp. Placing Shelby in the trunk of the Lincoln, Crystal touched her own crotch as she felt the dampness coat her panties.

When Shelby woke up eight hours later, other than a slight headache she didn’t seem the worse for wear. She was lying on a soft bed but when she went to move it was then she realized her wrists and ankles were attached to the headboard and footboard. Shelby also noticed that although she was still wearing her blouse and skirt, someone had removed her bra and panties. She had only hollered out once when the door opened and she recognized the woman standing in the doorway as Crystal. “Why am I here and how come I’m bound to the bed” she asked in a timid and yet forceful tone. When Crystal didn’t answer immediately, Shelby screamed at her and demanded she be let go. The pain was excruciating as Crystal’s fist came down with full force, striking Shelby’s pelvic bone and crushing her little clitoris. “You keep you fucking mouth shut and do exactly as I say, then we’ll get along just fine.” “However, if you so much as raise your voice to me again, you’ll wish you were dead by the time I’m through with you.” With that, Crystal seemed to magically mellow out and raising Shelby’s skirt, she lowered her mouth and began to kiss and lick Shelby’s bruised and aching clitoris and pussy lips. Even with the intense pain and the fear of never leaving here alive, Shelby’s body reacted to Crystal’s expert licking and within minutes the girl experienced her first orgasm brought on other than her own hands. Crystal smiled to herself, knowing she’ll manipulate Shelby with bouts of pain followed with loving touches and kisses until the novelty of the girl wears off. For the next two hours, Crystal kept Shelby on the edge of orgasm by licking, sucking and fingering her until the girl was a blubbering sex toy.

Lying next to Shelby, Crystal whispered in her ear if she liked all the attention she had been giving her the past couple of hours. Shelby admitted to Crystal that it felt wonderful and she never knew a woman could make another woman feel so wonderful. Crystal was about to leave her for the night, figuring she would start the pain and torture in the morning after taking the girl from the cabin to the chamber. As she got off the bed and turned to leave, Shelby once again raised her voice and demanded to be set free. Pouncing like a mountain cat, Crystal landed with both knees driven into Shelby’s chest as her right fist landed squarely on Shelby’s right cheek. The next two punches closed Shelby’s right eye and Crystal’s weight on her chest was making it hard to breathe. Gasping and turning a nice shade of blue, Crystal looked into Shelby’s face and told her that was her final warning about keeping her fucking mouth shut. With one more solid punch in the mouth for emphasis, Crystal stormed out of the room as Shelby wept herself to sleep. As Crystal masturbated herself to orgasm from the rush of beating Shelby’s face in, Crystal’s mind was already conjuring up sadistic images to make a reality the next day.

With a shock collar firmly in place and demonstrated so Shelby knew how painful the jolts of electricity could be, Crystal allowed the girl to use the restroom and also take a shower. While she was in the shower, Crystal couldn’t resist giving her a jolt of electricity every couple of minutes and almost had an orgasm watching Shelby’s body jerk and slam into the wall with each jolt. Not wanting to get shocked again, Shelby quickly got out of the shower and when she went to pick up her clothes, Crystal shocked her again and told her she would no longer need clothes.

Having her walk a few steps ahead of her, Crystal’s mouth watered watching Shelby’s 15 year old firm ass move as she walked. Shelby stopped dead in her tracks as Crystal led her into the chamber, her eyes wide with fright as she saw the chains and cuffs hanging from the rafters, the jail like cells to one side of the room and the wall decorated with whips, knives, chains, torches and so many other menacing looking items. “No,No, No” is all she could say when she finally got her voice back and immediately felt the sole of Crystal’s boot as she kicked her hard enough to lay her out on the cold concrete floor. As she tried to lift herself up, Crystals pointed toed boot with it’s metal plate caught her in the ribs and she could feel and hear some of them break. Three more kicks, strategically placed to inflict the most pain and Shelby lie there curled in a ball like an infant. Attaching a leash to the shock collar, Crystal dragged Shelby to a large wooden armed chair and told her to get on it. As Soon as Shelby was seated in the chair, Crystal secured her with the built in wide leather straps. The chair was wide enough so when Crystal strapped Shelby’s own legs to the chair legs, they were open allowing full access to that young and still virgin cunt.

As Crystal slowly pushed the head of the 12 inch long dildo into Shelby’s tight cherry intact cunt, she brought her lips to Shelby’s and began kissing her like one lover would to another. Shelby knew if she turned away she would be punished so she slightly open her own mouth and let Crystal’s tongue dance inside hers. The dildo went in slow and steady and as it pressed against Shelby’s intact hymen, Crystal kissed her with more passion as she slammed the dildo home, tearing through the hymen and ripping her cervix open like a sardine can. As her screams were muffled with Crystal’s mouth it was all Shelby could do to retain consciousness as the pain grew more intense by Crystal’s brutal jabs, with the intruding dildo. Once her cunt was nice and open and her nerve endings exposed, Crystal inserted another dildo into the young girls’ cunt. This one was 14 inches long but not quite as thick so it slipped into her womb easier and Shelby welcomed the smaller diameter fake cock. Just as she was relaxing her body Crystal turned a knob and the jolt of electricity shooting through Shelby’s womb caused her body to stiffened and jerk violently and Crystal’s evil grin widened when she heard Shelby’s wrist snap. She had only turned the knob to intensity 5 and it went up to 10 and Crystal couldn’t wait to see how Shelby’s body reacted to full charge. Spinning the switch from 0 to 10 in an instant, Crystal’s pussy spasmed in orgasmic release as Shelby’s head banged against the back of the chair and her mouth bled profusely where Shelby had bit off a large piece of her own tongue. Three or four more full force shocks and Crystal had to stop. Although breathing and not permanently damaged Shelby’s body was completely lifeless and nonresponsive to the shocks.

During the 30 minutes Shelby was out, Crystal sucked on the young girls nipples and pussy. She realized if she ever was to get into a real relationship it would probably be with another woman. She loved the way Shelby’s nipple felt in her mouth and the taste of her sweet young cunt juice as she sucked on the cunt like a hungry animal. Moving Shelby’s lifeless form from the chair to the middle of the room, Crystal had Shelby’s body hanging limp from the rafter chains. In this position, Crystal was afforded the luxury of having complete access to that tight sweet ass and as she pried open the ass cheeks with her hands, her tongue licked and sucked the sweet nectar Shelby’s ass offered. Gripping her thighs, Crystal buried her tongue in Shelby’s ass and sucked and probed until Shelby woke up and eventually began to moan with unadulterated passion. “Yes, Yes, of god Yes” lick my ass” Shelby moaned without even realizing it. Crystals probing tongue sent shivers of pleasure through Shelby’s body like none she ever felt before, and she secretly wish it would last forever. Crystal was ecstatic with Shelby’s response and it was exactly what she was hoping for. The torture was so much more rewarding to Crystal when it was sadistically delivered after making her victim feel so wonderful only minutes before.

Shelby’s eyes were still closed from the afterglow of having an orgasm from Crystal’s ass tongue sucking when the piercing pain shot through her midsection. Opening her eyes and looking down, she saw the point of the needle coming through her navel. Crystal had run a foot long and ¼” diameter needle from her back and out through her navel. Crystal then pulled the needle back through and shoved it again, putting another hole in Shelby’s stomach. Crystal continued this act until Shelby’s stomach looked like a pin cushion. With fifteen to twenty holes bleeding from her stomach, Crystal soaked a rag with rubbing alcohol and held it against Shelby’s stomach as Shelby bucked and convulsed and when she began gagging Crystal knew she was going to vomit. Crystal stepped to the side just as a full stream of vomit shot out of Shelby like a volcanic eruption. When some of the vomit splattered onto Crystal’s boots she went ballistic and while screaming and cursing at Shelby, Crystal shoved the 14 inch electro dildo all the way inside Shelby’s virgin ass. The intrusion alone almost made Shelby pass out again, but when Crystal turned the shock factor to ten Shelby was sure she was being fried inside out. Crystal let the jolts last for a full five minutes and by the time she turned it off, Shelby’s bladder had completely emptied itself. When Crystal undone the wrist shackles, Shelby crumbled to the floor and just laid there in her own vomit. Crystal hosed her and the floor down with the garden hose including flushing Shelby’s cunt, ass and mouth out with the water.

Shelby didn’t know where she found the strength but she finally made it across the floor and onto the table as Crystal ordered. In her weakened and broken state, Crystal decide there wasn’t any need to strap Shelby to the table and just climbed on top and squatted over Shelby’s face. Holding Shelby’s head by her hair, Crystal began a nice steady flow of golden hot piss and Shelby drank every drop without as much as a whimper in protest. Once her bladder was emptied, Crystal rubbed herself over Shelby’s face and forced her to eat her pussy until she cum. At this point Shelby was just going through the motions and was just looking for the time when Crystal would let her go home again. Yesterday afternoon she was sitting and watching the peaceful Licking river flow and now her ass and cunt had been raped and almost destroyed, she bit half of her own tongue off and broke her wrist from convulsions. Her insides were on fire and probably already becoming infected from the open wounds and several ribs were broken or cracked. Realizing this, Shelby knew there would only be one way she’d be leaving and it didn’t involve walking out. Keeping her eyes shut and letting her mind wander to happier times, Shelby’s tongue lapped at Crystals cum soaked cunt. Shelby kept telling herself, tomorrow will be a better day, maybe she’ll still be here but surely the torture will stop. About an hour later she felt herself being dragged across the concrete floor and then heard the heavy door close as she curled herself into a ball in her cell.

Crystal had Shelby get on the table and put her feet in the stirrups as if she was preparing for a gynecology examination. Once Crystal strapped her feet in place she then done the same with Shelby’s hands. Taking a rubber bone like you would give your dog as a play toy, Crystal put it in Shelby’s mouth sideways and told her she might want to bite done on it if the pain was more than she could bear. Crystal remembered how much it excited her when she put fear in her mother’s and step father’s eyes the night she killed them and she was getting that same warm glow in her cunt seeing the terror in Shelby’s eyes. Crystal coated one end of a small plastic tube with oil and told Shelby how she was going to push it into her urethra so she would still be able to empty her bladder. Shelby practically bit the bone in two as Crystal began pushing the tube inside her about an inch and a half. Laughing and saying they don’t want any leakage around the tube, Crystal took a pair or pliers and squeezed the tip of Shelby’s urethra so it would swell and hug the tubing. “Oh, I bet you want to know why you need a tube to piss don’t you?” Shelby said in an evil filled tone. “Well, my love, I’m going to fill your cunt full of these thumbtacks and then sew your lips together to remind you that I own you completely. As Shelby screamed and tossed her head from side to side, Crystal just whistled while she put over a half cup of tacks inside Shelby’s cunt and then began sewing the lips together with heavy upholstery thread. At one point Crystal had to revive Shelby by giving her a few bursts from the electric collar. Once she had Shelby’s cunt sewed, she forced her to get from the table and walk across the floor. The pain on Shelby’s face was all the satisfaction of a good well done that Crystal needed as she forced Shelby to her knees and made her suck the juice from her cunt once again. The blood was dripping from the gaps between the stitches and Crystal would kick Shelby in the cunt repeatedly just to hear her scream while she kept her head tight against her cunt. “Suck it, bitch and push that deformed tongue inside me deeper” Crystal ordered Shelby.

With her insides on fire from the needle piercings and her cunt feeling like it went through a grinder, Shelby looked up at Crystal and begged her to end it all now. Crystal wrapped both hands around Shelby’s neck and pressed her thumbs deep into her windpipe as a wave of relief began to come over Shelby’s face. The feel of Shelby’s windpipe crushing from the force of her thumbs and the involuntary jerking of her body turned Crystal on more than ever. As the light in Shelby’s eyes got dim and glazing over Crystal had the most explosive orgasm then she could ever imagine. Quickly covering Shelby’s mouth and nose with the mask, Crystal forced oxygen into her lungs until she coughed and regain consciousness. Once she was fully revived, Shelby looked at Crystal in a pleading way but didn’t say a word. She could see the flushed look of Crystals face and knew she had an orgasm and only brought her back to life so she could do it again later. “You fucking worthless bitch” Shelby screamed, hoping Crystal would lose her temper and beat her to death. “You are a sick bitch and if I get loose I will kill you” she continued. Crystal grabbed a whip from the wall and brought it down across the shoulders of Shelby. It was a strand of barbed wire set in a wooden handle and the ½ inch barbs ripped her open like a knife. Again and again the barbs came down, tearing more skin from her body. “You’ll wish you were dead, but not just yet” “I warned you to never raise your voice to me again” Crystal shouted as the barbs ripped across Shelby’s face this time damaging both corneas to the point where she would never see again. Kicking her across the floor and beating her until she couldn’t even protect herself anymore, Crystal picked her up by the hair and tossed her into her cell. No more than 15 seconds passed before the ice cold water from the hose was battering her bleeding body and she just whimpered as Crystal shoved the hose up her ass and filled her so full she thought she would explode. With the hose removed, Crystal kicked Shelby in the stomach and let the water spray from her ass, as vomit gushed from her mouth.

With her stomach full and just masturbated herself twice while watching the videos of earlier that day, Crystal decided it was time to make the video that all of her clients would pay the maximum for. With the torn cornea’s destroyed all Shelby could see was shadowy images but she knew Crystal was back and braced herself for the next wave of pain and torture. Shelby knew her body couldn’t take much more but she was sure Crystal would take advantage of her every waking moment. Crystal led her to the big wooden chair and strapped her in it. Every inch of her body inside and out hurt and her bladder had shut down and she could feel the pressure of it being full. Taking a sponge, Crystal wiped the dried blood tenderly from Shelby’s lips and then she began kissing her so softly. Shelby’s mind was racing, wondering how a woman who could be so delicate in her kisses and touches could also be more evil than Satan himself. Crystal cut the arteries on both of Shelby’s wrists and then resumed kissing her softly. Shelby could feel the blood draining from her body and yet she felt loved by the touch of Crystal’s lips, kissing her so tender and holding her head in a loving manner. The last seconds of life in Shelby was spent being kissed and caressed and she died strangely enough feeling fulfilled. As her lips kissed Shelby one last time, Crystal felt the juices coating her panties once again, and she knew without doubt she had found her niche in life.

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Never take a horny blonde shopping

The moral of this story is: Never take a horny blonde shopping if you want to get anything done; give her what she wants and needs before you leave.

It started on the forum Wednesday morning with some flirty chat with the one that gets my motor running and my juices flowing. But, sadly, we didn’t have enough time to satisfy the horniness that was building inside me. So there I was, getting hornier and hornier as the day passed. Usually when this happens, to satisfy my needs, I strip down naked and wait for my girlfriend Ashley to come home from her classes at the university; then attack her when she gets home. She usually gets home between 4:00 and 5:00 p.m. depending on the traffic. That day she called and told me her last class was canceled so she would be home early, and wanted to know if I would go with her to do some Christmas shopping. Well, since Christmas was just a little over two weeks away, and I hadn’t bought a thing for anyone yet, I agreed.

When she came home I greeted her hoping that we would get some playing done before heading out shopping. But, Ashley was on a mission, she was determined to get to the stores before it got too late. I, on the other hand, had only one thing on my mind, but thought that if we could just get the shopping done, I could do what I wanted later. I went to my bedroom to change as Ashley went to hers across the hall. The first thing I put on was a pair of panties; normally I don’t wear any, but I was so wet that I didn’t want to leave my wetness behind everywhere I sat.

My lust-filled mind had me grabbing a mini skirt and a white almost shear button up blouse, but realizing that this was the type of clothing I would wear to a club, I decided I’d better check to see what Ashley was wearing. I walked into her room in just my panties; I was so hoping that she would be nude and that maybe I could persuade her to give me the orgasm that I so badly needed. Ashley was picking out a blouse, and was wearing a pair of jeans that made her butt look so good. I realized that my clothing selection was way out of line, and that her getting dressed meant that I had little chance of seducing her. Seeing her topless didn’t help me get any less horny. So, still hoping I could change her mind, I walked up to her as seductively as I could and lustfully kissed her beautiful lips. She was starting to warm up and her head was spinning as I walked her over to her bed, and gently eased her back down on it. I climbed on top of her and was kissing my way down her neck when she came to her senses and started trying to get me to stop.

I was gently licking her nipple as I heard her say “Mmmmm…Em, you turn me on soooo much, but we need to goooo.”

So with that I released her hard nipple from my mouth, popped up, kissed her lips and said “Alright, then let’s go!”

Her eyes full of lust turned to shock. “What?” she said.

“Let’s go.” I said as I walked back in to my bedroom.

I had my jeans on and a floral print blouse almost buttoned up before she got up off her bed. I had my shoes on and was standing at her bedroom door waiting as she finished buttoning up her blouse. I wanted Ashley sooooo bad, but knew that she really wanted to do this shopping. So, I felt if she wanted to go shopping so badly, I could at least make her as horny as I was.

A little about Ashley and me: Ashley is my female lover. She is: 22, with long blonde hair, blue eyes, 5-6, 110 pounds, 36B, athletically built, toned, and sexy as hell. Whereas I’m 23, long blonde hair, green eyes, 5-4, 105 pounds, 34C, run and swim just about every day. We met in college. Ashley’s in her final year and I graduated last year. We’ve been lovers for 13 months and she has lived with me for a year.

We hopped in my sports car and headed to the mall. Ashley wanted to get a new cell phone for her boyfriend Mike, so our first stop was the electronics store, to see if the Geek Guys, or whatever they’re called, could help us pick one out for a man. I pulled into the parking lot, found a pretty good parking spot and parked. I asked Ashley to grab my purse for me from behind my seat, and as she leaned between the two bucket seats I had her right where I wanted her. I gently brushed the hair out of her face and gave her another lustful kiss; she melted at that moment, and dropped my purse as we wrapped our arms around each other. My fingers fumbled at the buttons of her blouse, as hers did to mine. Still kissing and with her blouse unbuttoned, I undid the button on her jeans and slid my fingers down into her panties. Feeling how wet she was only made me want her more, as I kissed down her neck and found a nipple with my mouth. Her soft moans and hand that was working in my jeans, were driving me nuts and making me wish we would have stayed home longer.

We had lost track of the world around us as we heard the scuffle of people and a car door open behind me. Ashley pulled her hand from my jeans and pulled away from our embrace. I looked over my shoulder to see two teenage boys who were going shopping with their mother staring at the two of us. We both covered ourselves back up and started buttoning up our blouses as we heard the mother of the two boys call for them and mutter something about “sluts” to them.

We regained our composure, left our blouses one-button-to-many unbuttoned, and headed into the store. As we entered the crowded store we were greeted by one of these Geek Guys and told him we needed help picking out a cell phone for a guy. He took us to a counter where the phones were and quickly two more Geek Guy’s were there to help us. They pulled out a few phones and set them on the counter for us to examine. Knowing exactly what I was doing I reached across the counter to the phone farthest away from me, and everyone standing around the counter could easily see down my blouse to see that I was not wearing a bra. The Geek Guys that previously were almost combative with each other trying to find us the best phone were now silent. These guys that were pretty smart were now mindless idiots. In the silence Ashley smiled at me and reached across the counter for the phone farthest from her, and then everyone knew she wasn’t wearing a bra either. The Geek Guys were now almost in a coma, with the most glazed over and shocked looks on their faces. Finally, I said something that brought them out of their trances. It was fun teasing them but we had things we wanted to do, and it wasn’t them. We got straightened out on the phones and thanked them for their help. Before going to the checkout, I reached up, slid my hand behind Ashley’s neck, and pulled her head to mine. Our soft kiss quickly turned more passionate before breaking from it and smiling back at the Geek Guys. Poor guys all had hard-ons; it was as if they had just watched a porno for the first time.

We checked out and went to the main part of the mall, holding hands and frequently grabbing the other’s ass as we walked. Usually we don’t let the world know that we’re lovers; in fact, we’re usually with our boyfriends and look just like two normal couples. Or just two girls shopping. But, that night we didn’t care; we both wanted each other so bad and nothing was going to stop that. There was a small group of teenage boys following us so, just to tease them, I pushed Ashley up against the wall in the middle of the mall. She immediately put her arms around my neck, I put my hands on her ass, and we passionately kissed. What started out as a tease to these boys quickly became something hotter between the two of us. We snapped back to reality, and noticed that a lot more than just the boys were watching us. A little embarrassed, we quickly went into the nearest department store and lost whoever may be watching us in the clothes racks. I picked out an outfit that I thought Ashley would look really hott in and told her I would buy it for her if she liked. She in turn picked out an outfit for me to wear. We went to the changing room in the far corner of the building, to try on the clothes that we had picked for each other. I was changing in a stall when Ashley asked me to come out and see how she looked. I opened the stall door, grabbed her arm and pulled her in the stall with me. We both melted in each other’s arms and were quickly trying to figure out how to get the other out of her clothes.

A short time later, we were both standing with just our panties on; the clothes we were trying on lay at our feet as we were kissing. Our hands roaming over each other’s bodies, I squatted down and with that brought Ashley’s panties to her ankles. She raised her leg up on the small bench that was provided, to give me easy access to her soaked pussy. I had no idea how horny she was. Usually I like to tease her and take my time, but she grabbed the back of my head and pressed her pussy to my mouth. Oh god, she tasted so good, my heart was pounding and I was so excited. I plunged my tongue in her as deep as I could; she pushed my face even harder into her. My nose was buried and I couldn’t breathe, but I didn’t care. Ashley let out a moan that I thought half of the store could probably hear, but I keep going. I grabbed her ass and pressed her even hard into me, trying to fuck her with my tongue and making sure not to miss a spot inside her warm, wet pussy. We could hear someone enter the dressing room and stop in front of the stall we were in, but I couldn’t stop. Ashley let out another moan, more like a cry, as I knew she was getting close to orgasm. She put her hand on my shoulder for balance as her legs became wobbly. That’s when we heard the voice at the door.

“Only one girl to a stall, please!” the woman’s voice said. We stop what we were doing.

“I’m going to have to ask you two to leave,” she said. We smiled at each other. Shit we’d been caught.

“One of you needs to come out here right now!” the voice said.

“Fine, hang on a minute.” Ashley replied

I stood up as Ashley bent over and pulled her panties back up. Leaving the clothes in a heap on the floor Ashley stepped to the stall door and opened it. The woman looked so shocked when Ashley opened the door wearing only thong panties and then stepped past the woman and into the stall next to me, where the clothes that she had been wearing waited. The woman looked at me, my mouth and face covered with Ashley’s juices, naked except for the panties I wore.

The woman shut the stall door and said, “Ladies please get dressed, and never come back to this store. I will call security if you’re not out of here in three minutes!” And then we heard her walk away.

We quickly dressed and were out of the store, leaving the outfits on the dressing room floor.
Ashley felt a little pissed off; who could blame her, she was so close to orgasm. We walked into Fredrick’s of Hollywood, which was just a couple of shops down from the department store, with me following behind her. Once inside she started looking through the racks of bras, but I could tell she wasn’t really looking; she was too pissed off to pay attention to anything
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A saleslady walked up to her and asked, “Is here something I can help you with, hun?”

Ashley, not really thinking straight, unbuttoned her blouse, pulled it open, and said to the woman. “Yeah, what size bra do you think I should wear?”

Well, not to be outdone, I reached out, cupped a boob with my hand, and said to the lady, “I think she’s a B-plus, what do you think?”

The sales lady was speechless. Ashley has fantastic boobs, but I think it was more because she’d never been flashed like that before.

So I buttoned my blouse, opened it up and said, “What size do you think I am, hun?”

Ashley reached out cupped one of mine and said “Oh, that’s a C for sure, hun.”

The woman that was running the store must have noticed us and quickly came to the aid of her salesgirl. When we saw her coming we started buttoning our blouses up, and by the time she got to us Ashley was heading for the door.

I suggested we get something to eat; I put my arm around her and rested my head on her shoulder as we walked toward the food court. We got a bite to eat and drinks and sat next to each other at a table in the crowded area. Ashley cooled down as we ate, and when we were done we exchanged some little nose rubs and cute little kisses. Ashley pointed out to me that my face still smelled of her juices and suggested I use the ladies room to clean the smell off. After the ladies room, we walked through the mall with our arms around each other and a hand on the top of the other’s ass. Everyone looked at us, but what did we care. We were still incredibly horny for each other but were maintaining control as best we could. We went into our favorite clothing shop and again looked for an outfit to buy the other. We were still all over each other, and everyone in this store was pretty much watching us. We didn’t bother to try the clothes on this time. We didn’t need to. We knew each other’s size. In fact, the only reason we had tried clothes on in the department store was so that we could get together in the dressing room. After that disappointment we just weren’t in the mood.

We went to the casher to check out. We always pick the hottest one to wait on us, it doesn’t matter how long a line she has. It’s just what we do. She rung me up and started ringing Ashley up when I grabbed Ashley and gave her another lust-filled kiss. God, here we go again. We broke from the kiss and the casher told Ashley the total. Then she asked how much longer we would be shopping. She said she got off in about 3 hours and would love to get together for a threesome maybe. We smiled and told her that we had something we needed to hurry home and take care of or else we would wait for her. Then she asked why we didn’t try the clothes on. We told her we got a little carried away last time and that we didn’t want to get that way again. She suggested that there probably wasn’t anyone in their dressing room and that no one would say anything as long as we were quiet. So with a smile and a squeeze of my hand, Ashley dragged me off to the dressing room.

Once inside we locked the door of the small room. This dressing room was much better. It was more like a closet, with walls that went floor to ceiling. We dropped our bags and began removing each other’s clothes. Nothing was going to be tried on this time except my pussy on Ashley’s tongue. We kissed as we unbuttoned each other’s blouses; the first one that had the others top unbuttoned got breast to feast on. I had her top off first and started licking and sucking her beautiful pink nipples, as she fumble with the last of my buttons. Finished with my buttons I stood and let my blouse fall from my shoulders. Ashley started at my neck line and started kissing down my chest, grabbing a boob and feeding the nipple to her mouth. Gently licking it, then sucking, and then sucking harder. God I was so horny. She moved to the other breast and unbuttoned my jeans. Again, licking, sucking, and sucking harder. She started kissing across my stomach and pulling my jeans and panties down with them as her mouth got lower. Finally she had my jeans at my knees and was licking the shaven area above my clit. The last time we shaved each other we shaved bald, so that there was nothing down there at all. I desperately tried to pull my leg from my jeans so that I could get my legs spread and that tongue where I needed it. Finally it came loose and I put my foot on the little plastic chair in the room. Ashley took one hand and gently parted my lips with her fingertips. Once she found out how wet I was she just plunged them into me.

Oh god, I almost came right then. She quickly removed those two wet, creamy fingers, and started tonguing my butthole. Once she had that thoroughly wetted, those two creamy fingers returned, but this time at my butthole. She gently slid them into my ass; I was so horny I nearly sat on them. She started long licks on my pussy, butthole to clit, like a child licking an ice cream cone. She slowly thrust her fingers in and out of my ass, as her tongue got deeper and deeper into my creamy pussy. Then she went for my clit, licking and sucking on it. Her hand was pumping my ass harder and harder. I was so ready to cum. The waves of orgasm were building in me as her mouth clamped down on my clit and sucked it as hard as she could.

“Ohhhh god, Ashley” I cried, a little too loud.

I had forgotten where we were as the orgasm shook my body. My head was spinning as I braced myself against the walls of the tiny room. Ashley’s mouth would not release my clit and her hand was moving faster as she pumped my ass. My body started to shake, the orgasm was so intense. God I had needed this all day.

Ashley released my clit and gently licked my juices as the orgasm subsided. She smiled at me all shaking and panting hard. She stood up, gave me a hug and a good long kiss with those lips drenched in my juices. I regained my composure, smiled at Ashley and told her it was my turn. She said she could wait till we got home, but was definitely going to hold me to it. We quietly got dressed and sneaked out of the dressing room. The salesgirl’s offer of a threesome was tempting but we were in the mood to be alone. We waved to her as we left and then headed back out into the mall. We walked by Victoria’s Secret, and I dragged Ashley in. I told her to pick something out for both of us to wear for tonight and I would buy it. Not that we really needed lingerie to turn us on, but more for us to feel sexy for what I wanted to be a very long sensual night. We picked out matching bras and panties and quickly paid for them.

We walked holding hands again through the mall. Everyone looked at us, but I don’t think they were looking at us so much as lesbians, but more as two hott women that were so happy to be with each other.

Back out in the car, this time Ashley was the one passionately out of control. I started the engine and she started licking my neck. She knew that drove me nuts, especially when I was driving. She unbuttoned my blouse as she kissed my neck. I decided I needed to skip the freeway; last thing I needed was a wreck on the way home. Her hand slid into my open blouse and she gently pinched my nipples, she then started on my jeans, and slid a hand into my panties searching for my clit. With her other hand she started unbuttoning her blouse. By the time we were home the only thing we really had on were our jeans. Thank god we didn’t get in a wreck or pulled over by the police. I hit the button on the garage door opener, pulled the car in, put it in park, and hit the button to close the door. Ashley was almost in my lap; she grabbed my head and pushed it to her breast. I eagerly licked, kissed and sucked her nipples. I heard the door to the house open and then a short time later close, but I was too busy with Ashley’s nipples to care who it was. Ashley told me later that it was my boyfriend, John, and that when he saw what we were doing he knew he should just leave us alone.

I wanted more of Ashley, and we were only feet from my bedroom where we could enjoy each other in comfort. I broke from her hold on my head and we got out of the car, grabbed each other again at the door to the house, leaving all shopping bags except for the Victoria’s Secret one in the car. We quick scurried through the house, removing our blouses along the way, and stopping briefly to say hello to our guys. They were watching something on TV and had big grins on their faces when they saw their topless blonde girlfriends, horny as hell and practically attacking each other.

We headed off to my room as we heard the guys say, “You two have fun,” behind us.
We ran to my room, shut and locked the door behind us, and dove on the bed. Tonight was girls-only night and the guys were going to have to sleep alone.

So much for Christmas shopping. We only got one thing that we needed and tortured ourselves doing it.

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Here’s chpater 3 of the commission and whatever. Really happy with the direction we’re going with it. Hopefully, you are too. And as stated before, if you’ve got a vision of your own, feel free to ask for a commission. My slots are always open.

(Also, please remember, this is a *commission*! Meaning someone paid to have their personal preferences be written. So there’s a good chance that their vision isn’t your vision! And if it’s not and you wanna go off of something else, there’s other stories on my profile. Consider giving those a read. Aight dasall.)

I wake up from my glorious dream of being surrounded by the beautiful women that turned me down yesterday. Yeah, that’s not a sign that I have issues at all. After sitting up, I immediately notice that mom’s not by me anymore. Then I start to smell something quite nice. I turn towards the dining area, seeing a breakfast plate with a note. Curious, I head over to the table and read the note.

“Didn’t wanna wake you up, so I’ll trust you can still read. There were a couple of boys that I met after that guy we saw with his daughter who wanted to meet me again. So I got you some breakfast before going to have fun. Good luck, sweetie. I love you.”

Huh. Looks like my plan worked. Call me the god of hookups. Glad to have her be reminded that she’s still blessed with startlingly good looks. Now she won’t go around thinking those things about herself anytime soon.

I eat my breakfast, take care of my hygienics, and head out to have some fun of my own. And considering it’s the place that opens the earliest, I head to the pool, testing my luck there. Once I make it there, I not only discover that I was right to do so, but I’m also lucky enough to spot twin redheaded sisters looking a little too flirty for any chances of platonic play time to take place. They must’ve had the same idea that I did, thinking that it’d be too early for anyone to catch them. And they were mostly right. But now they have an audience.

My show starts with them quietly chatting while lightly touching and groping each other. I’m too far to catch onto anything being said, but it looks like they’re just complimenting each other and giggling. One of them then pushes the other’s hair out of her face before leaning in and planting a few kisses on the other’s lips. It then escalates to deep passionate kissing with the initiating sister cupping the other’s face and lightly grinding on her.

Fuck, this is so hot. What I would give to be in there and join them. But as I’m enjoying the display of sisterly love, they break the kiss with the receiving sister saying something. I have my suspicions of what they’re talking about and I just hope that they aren’t correct. And my hopes are crushed as the other sister turns to the doors, staring right at me. Fuck.

But she doesn’t look upset. In fact, neither of them do. They almost look…happy that I found them like this. That’s a good sign, I guess. Before I question it any further, the receiving sister beckons me over with her finger. I obey her subliminal plan, walking inside and heading over to them.

“Don’t you know it’s rude to just watch people without permission, you pervert?” one of them asks with a coy smirk,

“I can’t help it,” I reply, “It’s human nature to stop and stare at something so, so goddamn sexy.”

They chuckle at my comment before the other one says,

“Well, since you like staring so much, how about this?”

They then get out of the pool and dry off before collecting their belongings and saying,

“Close your eyes.”

Uh, alright. I do as instructed, closing my eyes before they take extra precaution and blindfold me. That’s always fun. I’m then lead out of the pool area, left with only my imagination as to how much fun we’re gonna have.

After a while of traveling, we stop in front of their room as one of them pulls out their key and unlocks the door. They then lead me inside before sitting me down on an armchair. Then this becomes even more interesting as I hear and feel handcuffs being applied to my wrists and the armrests.

“So here’s what’s gonna happen, you perv~,” one of them whispers in my left ear, “You’re gonna sit here and watch while we have sex right in front of you on the bed~.”

“And if you get hard~,” the other says in my right, “You don’t get to join~. You’re gonna sit there for the next few hours watching us fuck without ever being touched once~.”

Well, that sounds like fun. They then kiss my cheeks before saying,

“Good luck.”

The blindfold is then pulled off of my face before it’s tossed aside and the two girls climb on top of the bed and start passionately kissing. It starts out relatively easy for me. They’re just kissing and grinding against each other. Nothing too unmanageable.

But that’s completely short lived. It doesn’t take long for them to make this way more difficult with the sister on top descending the other’s body and licking her pussy. Fuck, listen to that moan. And look at her sticking her ass in the air. She’s practically begging me to join in. But I can’t give in. I have to hold out longer than this. Of course, that’s easier said than done.

Time passes of the glorious sight and sounds of the two beauties enjoying each other’s taste. All the while, I’m trying to keep myself from enjoying it too much. But I’m just fighting a losing battle. I can’t keep this up forever.

After what feels like an hour of the uncomfortable torture of seeing what I can’t touch, I start to believe I can actually do this. Nothing they’ve done so far is working for them. I just might pull this off. But then one of them brings out a strap on and lies down on the bed with the other one riding it.

“That’s it~,” the sister on top moans, “Fuck your sister’s pussy~. Right in front of our guest~. Yeah~. Do it just like mommy did~. Fuck my pussy like mommy taught us to do it~.”

That comment alone just might break me. Now all I can think about is how much better this would be if their mom would join in with them. Oh, I can just imagine how good it would be to join them in that scenario. Fucking a fully mature woman with her two daughters in the fray. What if I just fucked their mom while they watched? That would really be something to experience. Yeah. Having their own mother being violated right in front of them.

Oh, what if mom was here to take that place? How would these girls react to watching the stranger they brought fucking his own mother. Wait. No! What am I thinking?!

“Aww,” I hear one of them say in front of me, making my heart break as I clear my mind with the girls approaching me, “Isn’t that just an unfortunate circumstance?”

“Yeah,” her sister adds on in a condescending tone, taking my cock in her hand, “And you’re just the right size, too. Aww. Oh well. Looks like we’re gonna have to keep having fun without you.”

She then kneels down with the other one following as she starts stroking my member, continuing with,

“Yeah, it turns you on so much watching two sisters fucking like little bunnies, huh?”

“Did you get excited thinking about how much fun we had with mommy, you sick freak?” the other questions with a giggle, “I don’t blame you. She’s reeeeally fun.”

“Too bad you’ll never know how much fun any of us are, hm? You’re just gonna have to keep watching and thinking about it. Hehehe.”

I lightly groan from her starting to twist her wrist and slightly tighten her grip as she strokes my dick. At least I get this much. The other sister then gasps before saying,

“Oh, Mythra, it looks like you’re really making him feel good~.”

“Yeah~…Yeah, you’re right, Lizzy~. He looks like he’s really enjoying my touch~. Maybe we should give him a little taste of what he’s missing~.”

“That does sound nice~. I mean, it’s only fair~.”

They then giggle before slowly leaning in and locking eye contact with me as they open their mouths and stick their tongues out. I then brace myself for the sweet feeling of their soft tongues dragging across my length. That’s all I need. Please give it to me. I need it so bad. But right as their tongues are millimeters away from me, they chuckle again before Muthra stops stroking and removes her hand.

“But then again,” she says, “Maybe he should’ve thought twice before staring at a couple of girls minding their business like a creep.”

“Yeah. You’re right. Better luck next time, creepy loser.”

The next couple hours are just torture. Here I am being forced to watch a couple of girls having fun with each other without paying me any mind. And what’s even worse is I can’t stop thinking about how fun it would be if mom was here. Just having the four of us enjoying each other or just fucking our respective family members just drives me insane. It’s such a sexy thought.

After they’re done taunting me, they set me free and send me on my way with a few more scathing comments following suit. And, sure, anyone else would feel humiliated, embarrassed, hell, maybe even emasculated for enduring what I had to. But me, I’m still walking with my head up high. Yeah, being forced to fulfill a couple of girls’ voyeur kinks without getting anything in return may not be the best way to spend your time, but I left with some jerk off material. And that’s apparently enough to keep me feeling inadequate.

I step inside the room and similar to last night, mom’s sitting there on the bed watching TV. This time watching Rick and Morty. This woman’s definitely got some good taste. What’s also different is the fact that she isn’t decorated with cum on her face and chest this time. Hm. The boys must’ve finished inside.

“Hey,” I greet, stepping into the main room,

“Hey,” she replies, doing a double take as she notices my boner, “You strike out again?”

“Worse. It almost happened And with twins no less. But they were just interested in me watching them.”

“Oh, ouch. I’m sorry, baby.”

“It’s fine. It was definitely an experience. Not the ideal experience, but an experience nonetheless.”

“Uh-…Ok. That’s definitely one way of looking at it.”

“Yeah, well, either look at it like that or cry. And this furniture looks expensive.”

We share a chuckle before I join her in watching one of the greatest shows of the modern cartoon era. But I soon discover that I can hardly focus on the show. My mind is still fixated on how hot it would be if mom and I were to hook up next to those twins. I’m really tempted to find out if they’re gonna be here tomorrow to see if I can try to make it happen. But I wouldn’t do that to mom. Moments of weakness are one thing. But this would be premeditated with both of us in our right mind. She’d never go for it.

But what’s even weirder is the fact that mom can’t seem to take her eyes off my cock. I mean, I can see why it would be such a distraction. Not every day you’re sitting next to your son with his erect dick in your peripheral vision. I should probably shift my position to get it out of her sight.

“Y-you know,” she starts, grabbing my attention, “If-…if it’s that bothersome to you-…I-I wouldn’t-…I wouldn’t exactly mind-…taking care of it for you.”

Is…is she serious? Are those actually the words that came out of her mouth? And…she sounded a little too open for it like…almost like she wants me to say yes. Well who am I to deprive her from helping me when she really wants to?

“Um…Ok, sure,” I reply,

“I mean, only if you want me to,” she nervously reiterates, “If it’s too weird for you, we can just pretend I never said anything.”

“No, no, it’s fine. I…I don’t mind at all.”

She then gives me a nod before reaching for her lube on the nightstand and pouring a generous amount on her palm. She then slowly wraps her hand to my shaft before pumping it up and down my length. I sigh in delight, leaning back on my hands as I savor the feeling of my mother’s soft hand wrapped around my cock along with the cool soothing sensation of the lube. This feels way better than I thought it would. Maybe I should get blue balled more often.

I get a good look at her face and she’s expressing various emotions. Her face is flushed from embarrassment, but she also looks like she really likes this. Like me, she obviously knows that this is wrong and we shouldn’t be doing this. But at the same time, it’s almost like that’s what’s making this feel great in the first place. Plus, who’s gonna stop us? We’re all alone. Yeah…we’re all alone.

“Does that feel good?” she whispers in my ear, “I’m not hurting you, am I?”

“N-no. It feels nice…Actually, you could squeeze it a little tighter.”

She does as instructed, tightening her grip on my length as she continues her slow and steady strokes.

“How’s that?”

“Fuck, that’s perfect.”

She giggles at my comment, turning me on even more as we lock eye contact with each other. Looking into her perfect green eyes through her lenses is so hypnotic. I…I don’t even care how wrong this is anymore. I don’t care how this looks for anyone else. No one is here. And this isn’t even that bad. We’re both responsible adults. We’re both completely consenting individuals who clearly want this. There’s nothing anyone can do about it. I want my mother. I want her so bad!

Without thinking I lean forward, planting a kiss on my mother’s soft lips for the second time on this trip. This time, however, there’s no initial resistance. Instead, I feel her guide her free hand to my face, caressing it as she kisses me back. She then pushes deeper into the kiss, completely taking control as she speeds up her strokes.

Minutes into the kiss, I moan more into it, gripping onto the sheets as my orgasm builds from mom’s stroking. Taking notice of me reaching my climax, she breaks the kiss and blesses me with a look of pure lust plastered on her face. She then cements the perfect scenery by saying in her breathy velvety voice,

“That’s it, baby~. Cum for me~. Let it all out for mommy~. Give me all of your cum, sweetheart~. Yeah, that’s right~. Look at me while you do it~. Look at mommy~.”

And with those comforting words of encouragement, I do as I’m told, staring deep into mom’s eyes as rope after rope of my cum shoots out of my cock and onto her hand with her looking on in blissful enjoyment in the process. She strokes me for a little longer, ensuring she gets every last drop, giggling and saying,

“There we go~. That’s a good boy~. You came so much for me~.”

That’s it. That completely demolishes how I previously felt about this. And I’ll never look back. Hearing that in that way just makes me want her more. But before I can capitalize on the situation, mom pulls away from me, clearing her throat before saying,

“Uh-…S-so I guess you should be feeling a lot better now, huh?”

“Oh, Um…Y-yeah. Yeah. Thanks.”

“I-it’s nothing. Just doing my job…as a mother…I’m gonna…gonna go take care of this. Be right back.”

She then stands up and heads to the bathroom to clean my cum off of her hand. I’m then left to reflect more on what just happened. My own mother just gave me a hand job. And she clearly liked it. But she’s still convincing herself that this shouldn’t happen. So there’s gotta be a way to make her see that…whatever this is isn’t that big of a deal if we don’t let it be.

And like that, I have my plans for tomorrow set in stone. Don’t worry, mom. After tomorrow, we’re both gonna realize that there’s no one else we need but each other.”

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Sex Ed, The Great Way.

Helen Boyer surveyed glanced up at the clock on the classroom wall and with a couple of hard raps on her desk with the butt end of a ruler, quickly brought her fifth period Human Sexuality and Family Planning class to order. “Okay everyone,” she ordered, “please open your books to chapter eleven, page two hundred fifty two, today we’re going to be discussing condoms and when we should be using them.” “Now, how many of you use condoms when engaging in sexual intercourse, please raise your hands?” “Well, that’s almost all of you, but a few of you didn’t raise your hands,” she continued, “and I think it would be helpful if those of you who don’t use condoms tell us why, so we’ll start with you Judy, can you tell us why you and your boy friend aren’t using condoms during sex?”

With a slight look of embarrassment on her face, Judy offered, “Well, uh, you see my boy friend says it doesn’t feel as good when he wears one, and frankly, I have to admit that when he ejaculates, I love feeling his hot cum filling me up!!!” “Several of the other girls in the room were nodding in agreement at Judy’s assessment, when a thin blonde raised her hand and chimed in with, “For me it’s a little different, when my boy friend and I are having intercourse and he’s just about ready to ejaculate, he almost always pulls out and shoots his cum all over my belly and breasts, so if he was wearing a condom he couldn’t shoot it on me!” Miss Boyer nodded her head and added, “Well girls, those are two very good reasons for not wearing a condom, does anyone else have anything to add before we go on with the lesson!?!” A shy girl in the back row, slowly raised her hand and almost whispered, “I have a good reason too, Miss Boyer!!!” “Good, Alicia,” Miss Boyer replied, “would you like to share it with us please!?!” With her head bowed from
embarrassment, the eighteen year old replied, “My boy friend has a beautiful penis that’s over nine inches long and very thick when he’s erect, and well uh, you see I just love giving him oral sex and sometimes when he’s just about ready to cum in my mouth, he’ll pull out his penis, push me down, and then quickly mount and fuck me, so if we had to take the time to put on a condom the whole purpose of a quick hard fuck would be lost!!!”
Upon hearing Alicia describing in great detail her boy friend’s huge cock and intimate details of their sex life, at least half of the class began breathing shallowly while crossing and uncrossing their legs!!! “My goodness, Alicia,” Miss Boyer stammered, “and who is your boyfriend, he sounds like a superman!?!”

Alicia fidgeted uncomfortably in her chair for a moment, but then in a shy voice replied, “Uh, his name is Tommy, Tommy Heath”, Miss Boyer remembered Tommy from their previous sexual encounter and just thinking about how right young Alicia was made her wet almost instantly. “You indicated that you enjoy sucking Tommy’s penis,” Miss Boyer said casually, “can you tell us how you feel when his erection is in your mouth!?!” With her face turning six shades of red, Alicia stammered, “I-I feel all gooey inside, you know, down in my vagina, and after a sucking him awhile I’d do just about anything to get his big penis into my pussy!!!” Several other girls were nodding as if they knew exactly what Alicia was talking about, so when Miss Boyer reached into a drawer and pulled out a huge cream colored dildo, there were soft sighs and moans wafting softly throughout the classroom! “That’s enough, girls,” Miss Boyer admonished the class, “now Alica, will you come up here for a moment, please!?!”

Whe the cute little brunette finally made her way to the front to the class, Miss Boyer put her hand on her shoulder and asked softly, “I think by the tone of your voice that we can assume that you’re quite aroused, is that not true, child!?” After making an audible gulping sound, Alicia merely nodded and waited for her teacher to continue on. “Since this class is supposed to be about sexual education, I feel that it would be a good idea if we could all see what Alica experiences when a tiny little girl like her is taken by a massive penis like Tommy’s!!! Is that okay with you alicia?” “Yes” whispered Alicia audibly, “then lift up your skirt girl and give us a look!” “Before we violate Alicia’s vagina with such a large dildo,” Miss Boyer said softly, “I think it best that we take a moment to observe her vagina and make some notes on its appearance and condition, so can anyone tell me anything unusual about it!?!” From the middle of the room, a pretty red head offered, “Well, she has shaved her lips for some reason, and I don’t think most of us have done that!!!” “Very good observation, Sandra,” Miss Boyer replied, “can anyone think of a reason that Alicia keeps her vaginal lips so smooth and clean!?!” “I think I know,” Randi Parker said softly. “And why is that, dear,” Miss Boyer asked!?! “Well,” Randi answered quickly, “I think she does it so when Tommy sucks her pussy he has wide open access to her slit, is that right!?!” “I don’t know,” Miss Boyer replied, “why don’t we ask her to find out for sure!!!” By now small beads of sweat had broken out on her forehead, so in a very small voice, she replied, “Yes, it’s so Tommy can suck me off better, oh please, Miss Boyer, help me, I can’t wait another second!!!”

“Well it seems as if our little demonstrator is in a great deal of distress,” Miss Boyer chuckled softly, “so with out any more delay, would someone like to come up here and help the poor thing out!?!” Almost every hand in the room shot up at the same time, but it was Sally whose hand Miss Boyer saw first, so with a nod in her direction, Sally literally raced to the front of the room, took the thick pecker from Miss Boyer, and then very slowly, pressed the monster into Alicia’s tight little opening!!! Right from the get go it was obvious that Alicia was multi orgasmic, because before Sally even had a third of the ten inch satisfier inserted into the tight little cunt, Alicia was in the middle of probably her third climax and was well on her way to her fourth!!! Miss Boyer, along with the rest of the class, stared trasnfixed as the huge piece of latex stretched the little pussy far beyond its limits, and when she slid her hand up under her dress and began furiously fingering her own pussy, the rest of the class followed suit!!!” Little Alicia was now begging Sally to ram it harder into her, and from the other side of the room, one of the girls offered, “Come on Sal, fuck her harder, treat her like the little slut she is!!!” Alicia was now in the throes of a brutally satisfying orgasm, as as she thrusted her pevis forward and lewdly begged Sally for more, several girls in the class room had taken off their own panties and were not only frigging their clits, but had produced an assortment of vibrators and dildos and were fucking themselves along with Alicia and Sally!!!

Miss Boyer’s legs were now so weak from excitement, that she plopped down onto a chair and without a moment’s hesitation, hiked up her dress and exposed her huge hairy muff to the class while she masturbated like a maniac!!! The room resonated with the echos of females climaxing, and with her eyes now closed and on automatic pilot, Helen Boyer’s finger literally flew over her white hot clitoris, so she wan’t even aware of it until she felt a pair of warm wet lips press into her pussy and a tongue slither out into her drooling crack!!! “Connie,” she gasped, “w-what are you doing to me!?!” “I’m gonna suck you off,” the cute little blonde replied while flicking her tongue across the hot little clit sticking out from the forest of dark pubic hair, “you don’t mind do you!?!” “Oh no,” she gasped, “p-please, suck me off, ohhhhhhhhhhh your a fucking cunt lapping little bitch, eat my fucking pussy!!!” The whole room was now in an uproar as Connie sucked Miss Boyer’s cunt and Sally rammed the big dildo in and out of Alicia’s hot pussy!!! The steady hum of vibrators, the squishing sounds of pussies being violated, and of course the aroma of hot freshly aroused vagina saturated the room, inducing orgasms from each and every girl in the class!!! The two hardest cums, however, came with a cressendo groans as Alicia’s and Miss Boyer’s pussies lurched hard, wrenching gut churning climaxes from each of them, leaving both of shell shocked and shaking in front of the entire class!!!

Sally gently removed the thick dildo from Alicia’s overly fucked pussy while Connie continued giving Miss Boyer’s pussy hundreds of tiny little kisses all over her lips and clit!!! Whe she finally had regained a modicum of self control, Miss Boyer gently pushed Connie away from her crotch and in a soft satisfied voice offered, “Well, class, we didn’t really get to spend much time talking abut condoms, so we’ll take that subject up next time, class dismissed!!!

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The light fog added a moisture to the air. The coolness of the night wrapped around her like a wet towel, sending a shiver up her spine. She was lucky she knew the area so well, or she could have easily become lost. She looked through the trees at the house where he lived, slightly smiling at the one electric candle burning in the kitchen window.

It had been over two years since Allison had seen Jim, but she could remember his face as though it were yesterday. They had grown up together, ‘next door’ neighbors; though here in the country it meant their homes were a half mile apart, separated by this bit of forest. They had spent countless hours on this very path, going back and forth to visit each others’ homes, and played for hours on end in this very patch of woods. Even now, years later and in the dark, she knew every step of the path, and had quickly made her way toward his house.

She stopped for a few minutes, pausing to think about the last couple of years as she looked the light in the kitchen window. Jim had had tears in his eyes the day she left, promising that he would always leave that light on for her should she ever want to find her way back to him, having finally realized the futility of begging her to stay.

Allison could never remember a time until that day that they had not always known they were meant for each other. They had grown up together, played together, laughed together, and later loved and made plans together, all here in this patch of woods. Off the path a ways, they had built a log ‘fort’ when they were kids, really just a few logs lying around a small patch of cleared ground that served as their hideout, fort, playhouse, and the deck of a ship, whatever it needed to be to fulfill their fantasy of the moment. Later it had served as their love nest, a place to spread a blanket and make out, then begin to explore each others’ bodies, the place where he gently, lovingly, took her virginity, and where they had pledged their eternal love to each other.

Just after he turned 18, both his parents had died after a terrible crash on the way back from town one day. In his grief he turned to her, and she comforted him, knowing it wasn’t time, just yet, to mention the wedding they had talked about for years. Instead she moved in with him, in the house that was now his, technically, and would be in fact the day he turned 21, according to his parents’ will. Allison nursed Jim through his grief, caring for him as though they were actually married, holding him close and reassuring him and helping him emerge whole again from the tragedy.

When he did finally discuss marriage with her again, it was to tell her he wanted to wait until he turned 21, the day he was to receive clear title to the house and land. There had been just a handful of payments left to be made to the bank, and he had made those and paid the mortgage off with the money he had received from the insurance policies, and had plenty left over. Still, he wanted to go to work on his own, prove to himself he would be able to provide for a family after the insurance money ran out and before he took on that responsibility. She reluctantly agreed, happy just to be living with him for now, willing to put their wedding day off for a couple of years.

Jim took a job at the lumber mill in town, and quickly learned as many of the various jobs there as he could. He was a quick study, and learned not only how to run the equipment, but how to maintain it, how to repair it when it broke down. Raises and promotions followed, as he made himself almost indispensible to the owners. He could operate any piece of machinery in the mill, and understood how each machine worked, could quickly troubleshoot and repair any breakdowns, and was happy to work any job in the mill, and to teach new employees how to run the equipment.

Allison was happy working as a hairdresser, as long as she was with him. Her only ambition became to please him, any way she possibly could.

One day Jim had had a friend over from the mill, and they had grilled steaks in the back yard. His friend, Carl, had been quite handsome, well built, and it was obvious he was attracted to her. She had flirted with him a bit, which seemed to turn Jim on, and then had teased him further after dinner by changing into a bikini, ostensibly to take a dip in the pool. At the sight of her, the bulge in the front of Carl’s jeans grew noticeably larger, and she saw Jim had noticed as well, and was smiling at her.

Jim went inside the house to get a couple more beers, and Allison followed at his signal. In the kitchen, he asked if she would like to have sex with Carl while he watched. Allison hesitated a bit, unsure how she should answer, but when she saw he was excited about the idea, she said yes. Jim told her to flirt with Carl a bit more, then give him a kiss as she squeezed his cock through his jeans, and see how things progressed from there. She felt herself beginning to get wet at the idea of having another man fuck her in front of Jim, and she eagerly agreed.

After a bit more flirting, and a few quick glances at Jim to be sure he wasn’t getting upset by all this, Carl had a raging hard-on. Allison asked him to dance, a nice slow dance to an old country song, and he complied, still watching Jim for any sign of jealousy. He let her take the lead, and she pulled him close, grinding a bit against the front of his jeans, and Carl looked over to see Jim giving him a thumb up. She stretched up on her toes and pulled his head down, and planted a long, deep kiss on his lips as she reached down with one hand and stroked his cock through his jeans. She expertly unzipped his fly and reached inside, freeing Carl’s stiff cock from his boxers and jeans, stroking it a few times. He was still getting the thumb up sign from Jim as she lowered herself to her knees and licked the drop of pre cum from the tip of his cock.

It had taken all Allison’s nerve to get this far, never having touched any man’s cock except Jim’s, ever. She was afraid that at any moment Jim would change his mind and stop her, half hoping he would, but as she tasted the pre cum oozing from his cock, she knew she was going to go through with it. She wrapped her lips around the head of Carl’s cock, flicking it with her tongue as she did so, sucking it lightly, then licked up and down the shaft along the bottom of his cock before taking it in her mouth again, deeper this time. He moaned, and she felt Jim behind her, untying the back of her bikini top, letting it drop, letting her breasts fall free. He knelt behind her, cupping a breast in each hand, pinching her nipples as he leaned around to watch the cock slipping in and out of Allison’s mouth, and whispered to her that he liked what he saw. Carl soon began to cum, in her mouth at first, then on her face as she let his cock slip from her lips, guiding it with one hand to spread his cum over her face.

She felt Jim undo the ties at the sides of her bikini bottom, and shifted position a bit to let him remove the bit of fabric, then spread her knees as he lowered her backwards, exposing her soaked pussy to Carl standing above her. Allison used a finger to wipe the cum from her face, sucking it off her finger as Jim told his friend it was all available for him if he wanted it. As Carl began unfastening his jeans and pulling them off, Jim helped Allison up and led her to a chaise lounge a few feet away, then gave her a deep kiss on the lips as he fingered her pussy, feeling its wetness, whispering to her to make him proud. She lay back on the chaise lounge, spreading her legs wide, inviting Carl to use her any way he wished.

Carl wasted no time lowering his face to her pussy, licking and sucking along her slit, pausing to spend a few seconds sucking her clit, then grinding his face into her pussy. It seemed as though an electric jolt shot through Allison, feeling another man, someone other than Jim, eating her pussy and fingerfucking her. She was soon on the verge of her own orgasm, and Carl expertly drove her over the edge as she looked up and saw Jim watching, his own cock in his hand as he watched her cum to the touch of another man.

Carl, now fully erect again, moved up on the chaise and plunged his cock into her waiting pussy, fucking her hard and fast, just the way Allison liked it. She was cumming almost the entire time, begging him to fuck her harder, deeper, faster, craving the cock inside her. She could see Jim standing off to the side, smiling as he watched her begging for another man’s cock, begging Carl to cum inside her, enjoying what he saw.

As soon as Carl had cum, Jim took his place, pounding his cock into Allison. She watched it thrust in and out of her pussy, wet and slick with her juices and Carl’s cum. She was still cumming, her orgasm washing over her in waves as she begged Jim not to stop, to fill her with his cum as well. He came quickly, plunging his cock deep into her as he did so, then once his cock had stopped twitching and emptying itself, he managed a few more thrusts before it went completely limp.

By then it was getting dark, so they moved inside, and Allison spent several hours with the two men, taking them both in every orifice she could fit their cocks into. In the early morning hours, after Carl had left, she fell asleep in Jim’s arms, both of them thoroughly sated.

The next weekend Carl was back, and this time he spent the night with them in their bed. He was a weekly visitor for a few weeks after that, then one night he brought another friend, and she was kept busy satisfying three cocks. Shortly afterwards, the circle of friends began to grow, as Jim invited others over to visit and share Allison’s delights. Soon there were half a dozen or so, and she opened her body up to each of them as Jim watched. Allison didn’t mind; she knew Jim enjoyed sharing her, loved watching his friends fuck her as she begged for more, and she really did love the workout her pussy got, the multiple, continuous orgasms. And, she had to admit, she enjoyed playing the role of a slut for her lover.

She began dressing more provocatively, even when it was just the two of them going out. Jim loved to see Allison in a miniskirt with nothing on underneath as they went out to a restaurant for dinner, or to a movie, or for a few drinks at a bar. He would watch her flash her pussy at other men, reveling in the effect it had on them, and when they got home they would have incredible sex together.

One evening they were coming back from dinner and passed an adult store in town, and Jim pulled into the parking lot on a whim. He explained he wanted Allison to go inside, find a likely mark, and make sure he saw her bend over to get something off a bottom shelf, giving him a good look at her bare ass and pussy under her miniskirt. She was excited by the idea of showing off for a complete stranger, but this time Jim wanted her to go further than simply flashing a stranger – he wanted her to get the guy to take her to his car so she could give him a blowjob. Allison was a bit shocked by the idea of having sex with a perfect stranger, but also excited by it. She considered the friends Jim had brought home to have sex with her; each of them had been a complete stranger to her the first time they had come over, even though Jim knew them. This time, though, the target would be a total stranger, someone neither of them knew. She felt her pussy getting wet at the idea, and knew this was something she wanted to do, and not just to satisfy Jim.

Allison went inside the store and returned within five minutes, following an older man who had suddenly decided he didn’t need the DVD of oral sex videos he had been thinking of purchasing. He led her to his car, just one car away from Jim’s pickup truck, let her into the passenger side, then walked around to the driver’s side. He opened the door and paused a second, unfastening the front of his pants and slipping his cock out before he got in. Allison was bent over in the front seat, sucking him off, just as fast as he could sit behind the steering wheel and half turn toward her, as Jim caught glimpses of the action from the cab of his truck.

Allison sucked four more guys off from the adult store before they went home, and once again they had fantastic sex. Jim loved the power he had over her to get her to have sex with total strangers at his whim, and she loved doing as he commanded her and being his total slut.

There were a couple other adult stores in town, and they would make the rounds, using a different one each trip, going into town one or two nights a week. Only one of the clerks ever complained about Allison stealing customers from the store; the others realized the customers would be back, possibly more often, hoping for another turn at a quick blowjob in the parking lot. The clerk that grumbled was paid off with a blowjob behind the counter as he was waiting on customers, and never complained again.

One night at a bar, Jim had a new request for her. He had realized that, in all their adventures to date, all Allison’s partners had been white; she had never had a black cock. She had never even thought about it; after all, this was the South, and even though interracial couples were more and more common, it was just never something that had crossed her mind. The more she thought about it, though, the more she liked the idea of trying sex with a black man, and Allison began to feel a familiar wetness in her pussy as she thought about it.

There were several black men in the bar, and she flashed her pussy at a few of them, finally getting one to show some real interest. He was sitting at a table with a friend, another black man, and when she told Jim, he told her to go on over and see if she could arrange something. Allison went over to talk to the two men, and soon the first one had her sitting close beside him as he fingered her pussy underneath the table.

She was totally honest with him, telling him she had never fucked a black man, and that her lover would be interested in watching as she did. He looked over at Jim, then signaled him to come on over, and asked if that was true. When Jim assured him it was, he asked if he might be able to share her with his friend, the second black man, who was now very interested in the conversation. Jim told him he didn’t care how many fucked her, as long as he was allowed to watch, and the two black men looked at each other. The first one told them he had a place a few blocks away, while his friend made a couple of cell phone calls to invite a few more friends.

They were at the apartment a few minutes later, and as the men undressed, Allison pulled off her tight t-shirt and bra, letting her breasts swing free. They got scant attention, though, as the first black man pulled her miniskirt up around her waist and pushed her down onto a couch, kneeling to shove a couple of fingers into her soaked pussy. He licked it for her a few times, enjoying this taste of an incredibly wet, willing white woman, then positioned his cock to enter her. Jim asked only that he enter her slowly the first time, so he could savor the sight of Allison being speared by her first black cock, the black man agreed, deciding it was the least he could do for this white boy who was so willing to let him fuck his woman.

Allison and Jim both watched as the black cock slowly entered her pussy, the man showing remarkable restraint as he eased his member into her. Allison tried to hump upwards against it, but the man had one hand on each of her ankles, pushing them back up over her shoulders, spreading her wide open for him and keeping her pinned down. He finally had his entire cock inside her, and took a few moments to grind it around a bit inside her pussy as she sucked air between her teeth, hissing at him to fuck her. He quickly withdrew his cock, then pounded it back into her, the gentle slowness of his first stroke replaced by a fast, furious fucking as she cried out and begged him to fuck her harder, faster.

Jim watched, sitting in a chair nearby, his cock in his hand, as Allison’s pussy was filled with one black cock and her mouth with another. The door opened and two more men entered, and a woman, all black. The two men quickly stripped down to be ready for their turn at Allison, and one of them pointed the black woman at Jim and she began to strip as well.

In all the time Jim had shared Allison with others, he had never had sex with another woman himself; he had always been happy simply to watch her take cock after cock, simply enjoying the sight of his lover being fucked by others. Now, though, the naked black woman was kneeling before him, facing him as she knelt between his thighs, and she bent forward as she reached for his cock, and for the first time he let another woman stroke his cock, then take it into her mouth.

Allison, now taking the second black cock in her pussy, saw Jim getting his cock sucked by the black woman, and realized this was the first time he had ever had sex with anyone but her. That excited her even more, and she tried even harder to fuck back against the cock that was banging in and out of her pussy, taking yet another one in her mouth as she did so.

Jim sat back and allowed the woman to suck his cock for him as he watched Allison take a load of cum from the second black man in her pussy, then as he moved aside and let a third one take a turn at her. Another black man and woman entered the apartment, and soon they were both naked as well, he awaiting his turn with Allison as the two who had already fucked her began double teaming the other black woman. The woman who was sucking Jim’s cock abruptly stopped, rising to her feet and straddling his lap, then lowered herself onto his cock as he watched. She rode him for a few minutes until he came, taking all of his cum inside her, then allowed him to lift her off him and get up, sitting her in the chair and pushing her back as he knelt between her legs to eat her pussy.

One more man entered the apartment as the party progressed, and by the time it was over, Allison had fucked all six of the black men, taking them in her pussy, her mouth, and her ass, whichever they preferred. Jim had, in turn, fucked and swapped oral sex with each of the black women before finally taking a turn with Allison, loving the feel as his cock slipped easily into her cum filled pussy. When they left to go home, they had the phone numbers of a couple of the black men, with offers to fuck Allison any time she felt another craving for black cock, or to set them up with another gangbang.

Over the next few weeks, Jim and Allison would have their regular group sex with his friends one night on the weekends, and go into town one or two nights during the week. On one night, Allison would pick up strangers at adult stores and bars, and either give them blowjobs in their cars or, in a couple of places where there was an alley available, take them into an alley for a quick fuck, sometimes two men at once. If they went into town on a Friday or Saturday night, though, they usually called ahead and had one of the black me they had met set them up with a few of their friends for a gangbang. There were always a couple of other women there, and Jim got his share of pussy; the gangbangs for Allison, though, grew larger as they went on, from six the first time, to eight, ten, twelve, and eventually fifteen men, all races and colors. Allison also got her first taste of another woman’s pussy, when one of the women abruptly sat on her face one night while Allison was getting fucked, and she quickly decided she liked it.

Then came the night she met Eric.

Allison and three other women were taking on Jim and thirteen other men one night when a latecomer showed up with another girl. Eric was tall, about six-four, black, and built like a weightlifter. He and the girl he had brought stripped down, but rather than just wait for a turn at Allison, Jim watched as Eric eased his enormous cock into one of the other girls. Eric’s cock, Jim guessed, was damn near twelve inches long, and as thick as a beer can, and Jim was amazed the girl’s pussy was able to stretch enough to accommodate it.

One of the other women was grinding her pussy into Allison’s face and she had not seen Eric enter, let alone had any idea the size of his cock. After Eric had fucked the other girl a minute or two, the other men cleared a path for him to Allison, and Eric slipped his cock from the girl he had been fucking and walked over to check out this new challenge, a girl he had never fucked before, a white girl. He lowered his cock to her pussy lips, the shaft still glistening with the juices from the girl he had been fucking, and began to ease his huge cock into Allison’s pussy.

Allison felt her pussy being stretched, had never felt it stretched this much, and managed to get the other girl off her face so she could see what was going on. She looked down to see Eric’s monster cock entering her pussy and was sure it would split her open. She groaned as the head of the huge member pushed into her, stretching her pussy lips, spreading them wide as the rest of the gigantic cock slowly entered her. Eric, knowing the size of his cock intimidated most women, was gentle with them the first time, taking his time and letting them get used to the feel of having their pussy stretched and filled. Allison, and indeed everyone there, watched in awe as Eric slowly pushed his cock into her, finally stopping with at least two inches of the shaft still exposed.

She had never felt so full of cock in her life, and Allison loved the feeling. She tried to push back against him, to get more of Eric’s cock into her, but he was already withdrawing it from her pussy, almost as slowly as he had entered her. She hissed at him to put it back in, to shove it all the way into her and fuck her, wanting desperately to feel that huge cock blast his cum deep into her.

Eric grinned as she demanded he fuck her, and his second stroke was a bit faster than the first, although still maddeningly slow to Allison. He finally got it as far in as he could, a bit farther than the first stroke, and backed out to try again, again increasing the tempo. Each stroke was a bit faster than the last, and a bit deeper, until he was finally able to get the entire length of his cock into her, his balls slapping up against her ass. Allison fucked back against him as hard as she could, cumming and humping wildly, trying to get as much of her cock in her as she could with each stroke, begging him to cum inside her. All of a sudden her orgasm seemed to overwhelm her and she seemed to lose all control of her body. She lay there simply spasming and twitching as Eric leaned into her and rammed his cock as deep into her as he could, and her pussy began to squirt around his thick cock as he pounded it into her. Allison was unable to move as the sensation washed over her, and she began to feel his cock twitching and jumping as he spurted his cum into her. He was able to get a few more strokes in afterwards before his cock softened too much to continue, he slipped his cock from her nether lips, slapping the meaty shaft against her clit a couple of times.

Allison was still twitching and spasming, barely able to move now, as he moved his cock to her face and rubbed the slick, wet head all over her face and against her lips. Her lips parted and she heard herself begging him to let her suck him, to feed his cock to her so she could get him hard again. She wanted that cock in her pussy again, craved the feeling that it gave her, and she took the head of it into her mouth and began sucking greedily, willing it to come back to life quickly.

A couple of other willing guys fucked Allison as she sucked Eric’s huge cock, taking as much of it into her mouth as she could, though she was far from able to take all of it. He fucked her one more time, banging her pussy just as hard and as deeply as he had the first time, and with the same effect, leaving her trembling and unable to move as her pussy began to squirt again, overwhelmed once more by her orgasm as he pounded his cock into her. Afterwards he moved on to one of the other women as Allison lay there, barely able to move, as another cock was rammed into her well-used pussy.

The next couple of days, Allison’s well stretched pussy was a bit sore, reminding her every time she moved how much she had really enjoyed fucking Eric, and that no man, not even Jim, had been able to make her cum like that, to leave her a trembling mass of flesh as he had. She checked her schedule and found a day when she had no regular appointments scheduled, when she would normally just take on walk in customers, and told the manager she would need to take that day off to take care of some personal business. Then she called Eric and arranged to meet him that morning.

Allison rationalized it by telling herself she had already fucked Eric, right in front of Jim as he watched, and with his permission, so it wasn’t really cheating on Jim. She knew though, deep down, that she was lying to herself, but she went ahead with it – she had to have that huge cock again, that tremendous orgasm that made her lose all control.

Eric was there waiting for her, with his younger brother, and though Allison had simply planned on meeting Eric alone, she was pleased the brother had come along. She was even more pleased when she saw that the younger brother also had a huge cock, almost as big as Eric’s, and she realized she was in for an incredible fucking.

Over the next few weeks, she met Eric and his brother once a week alone, just the three of them, and maybe once more later in the week at one of the orgies or gang bangs she and Jim went to regularly now. Jim never seemed to suspect that she was seeing the brothers on the side, and it became easier and easier for her to fuck them behind his back as they went on.

One day the brothers offered her a bit of cocaine, something she and Jim had never tried. Allison refused at first, unsure, then eventually let herself be talked into it. The rush from the cocaine was incredible, and that along with the thundering orgasms with the two brothers made it easier for her to go along with them when, a couple of weeks later, they suggested she leave Jim and move in with them. They could shoot some videos of her fucking them, and maybe some other guys, group and gang bang videos, and they said they knew a guy who could market the videos for them, they could all make money. Allison agreed.

Jim was heartbroken, and followed her around the house like a puppy as she got her things together to leave him. He begged her to stay, promised to marry her right away if she would stay, anything she wanted, but Allison was determined. She wanted those incredible orgasms, she wanted the cocaine, craved it now really, and she wanted to star in those videos, to make her fortune getting paid for doing what she loved with Eric and his brother and anyone else they could find with a cock huge enough to fill her pussy and give her those thundering orgasms. As she walked out the door, Jim promised to be there if she ever wanted to come back to him, that he would leave a light on for her …

Now, two years later, she was back, tears in her eyes as she looked at that light in the window, still burning, lighting the way for her to come back. In those two years she had made several videos, had more cocks shoved into her various orifices than she could count, as Eric and his brother set her up for, and sometimes co-starred with her in, group sex and gangbang videos, anal sex videos, lesbian sex videos, almost any kind of sex video there was, including bestiality.

The day they had led her to that fucking huge Great Dane and told her that was her next co-star, she had almost refused and walked out, almost told them they were out of their minds if they thought she was going to let a dog fuck her, let alone let them make a video out of it to sell to any sick, perverted son of a bitch that wanted to watch shit like that … But only almost. The hold Eric and his brother, and the drugs, had on her was too strong, and she had willingly spread her legs and opened up her pussy and let this dog fuck her, repeatedly, while they recorded it. It was to become her best-selling video.

Not that Allison ever saw any money from it. Her share of the profits always seemed to be eaten up by production costs, marketing costs, management fees, agents’ fees … Eric and his brother, as her managers and agents, always seemed to have plenty of money, but very little of it ever trickled down to her. She stayed with them in their apartment, they made sure she had clothes and food, and drugs … plenty of drugs, pills now as well as cocaine.

Then she had begun to notice that other girls were getting the roles she used to get, that she wasn’t working as much, or getting as much attention from Eric and his brother. After a one day shoot, and the three day orgy and gangbang that followed, she woke up early one morning and looked in a mirror, and saw a haggard looking, used up whore looking back at her. In a rare moment of lucidity, she gathered up a few things and left, while the rest of the partiers were still sleeping.

She was in rehab for four months, refusing to contact either her parents or Jim while she got the drugs out of her system and got herself clean. Even Eric and his brother had no idea where their former star had gone, nor did they waste much time worrying about it; they had several more young girls willing to follow in Allison’s footsteps, chasing the lures of stardom and easy drugs.

Allison had finally returned home the night before, unsure what kind of reception she would get from her parents. She took the time to tell them the whole story; well, not the beginning, not the good times with Jim, but from the time she had left until she had finished rehab. They had been shaken by the story, but had not rejected her. She was their daughter, their only child, and they welcomed her home as such. They assured her Jim still asked them about her every time he saw them, that he still kept the light burning in his kitchen window for her and would gladly welcome her return. She had asked simply that they not tell Jim, to let her surprise him the next morning.

She snapped out of her reverie to see that it was fast becoming daylight, that the sun would be rising above the horizon in a few minutes. She looked up at the house before her, just in time to see a shadowy form moving at the kitchen window.

Inside, Jim had finished his morning coffee and rinsed the cup out, placing it in the drain beside the sink. He stared at the electric candle burning in the window there, then reached for the plug in the wall outlet and yanked it out.

Allison saw the electric candle in the kitchen window go out, thinking Jim had just turned it off because day was breaking. She took the thong from around her neck, with the key he had given her so long ago on it, and clutched it tightly as she almost flew the rest of the way down the path and up onto the porch, stopping in front of the door.

Jim had made his way back to his bedroom and sat on the bed, considering for a moment what he was about to do, then reached to the nightstand, opened the drawer, and hefted the pistol he kept there. He couldn’t do it anymore, he thought, he just couldn’t keep going on like this. He had sunk deep into depression after Allison had left, and it had affected his job, everything. He looked around the cluttered room; normally an almost compulsively neat person, he had simply let everything go the last few months, leaving things wherever he just happened to drop them, not caring about the clutter anymore. He swung the cylinder of the huge revolver out, checking to be sure there was a round in each of the chambers, sliding one out to look at it. It was a 240 grain jacketed hollow point, .44 magnum round; he turned it over in his hand, thinking it should do the job nicely, wondering if this would be the bullet that did it for him before he slipped it back into the cylinder and snapped the cylinder shut.

Allison stopped on the front porch and slipped her key into the lock, hoping Jim hadn’t had the locks changed since she had left, breathing a sigh of relief as it turned in the lock.

Jim pulled the hammer back and cocked the revolver, then placed the muzzle into his mouth, taking one last look around the room, one last look at the picture of Allison on his dresser. His finger stroked the trigger and began to apply pressure as a single tear streamed down his cheek and fell to the floor …

“Jim, it’s me, Allison!” she yelled as she opened the front door and stepped inside. “I’m home…”

I’ll let you choose how to end the story, with a joyful reunion, or with Jim just able to register the fact that Allison had returned to him just as the hammer falls. Myself, I’m not much of a ‘lived happily ever after’ kind of guy.

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My old friend Judith from way back who I had not seen for a few years phoned me to tell me she was in town staying in the local five-star hotel. She asked if I would like to call in and say hello for coffee on Saturday at two.

I had forgotten just how attractive Judith was. At forty-five, the same as me, size 12-14, honey blond hair, slightly taller than average and bordering on voluptuous, she still had what it takes to turn heads, be it male or female.

She took great delight in reminding me of some of the male lovers we had shared at the same time a few years ago. A common thread with all of the men we shared, ‘fucked at the same time,’ to use Judith’s words, was they were all five to ten years younger than us, were well hung and could perform for an hour at the time.

She also reminded me of the fantastic lesbian sex we had together, often with a man watching.

“Guess what Mary, I am so horny and sex starved that I have a man who works as a gigolo coming at three. Would you like to stay and watch?”

How could I refuse such an invitation? Little did Judith know I was also horny and sex starved, though she probably guessed.

“Let’s have a shower together and you can help me dress for my new man,” she smiled.

As we undressed and showered I took the opportunity to ogle Judith’s body, and she mine. Long well-formed legs, neatly trimmed pubic hair, flat stomach, good firm 36c tits and her best feature according to most men, which I confirmed as she asked me to wash her back. was her voluptuous, very firm dimple free ass.

“We have very similar bodies as well as very similar sexual tastes,” Judith told me as we smeared body lotion over each other’s bodies.

“I love you teasing my nipples like that, look at the size of them. Lick them for me,” Judith urged as she teased my wet cunt lips with one finger.

“What should I wear for the man I have coming?”

“A simple choice, why not be naked, and lay face down on the bed propped on your elbows when he arrives? Your ass always looked sensational in that position. And I like looking at your ass like that. Remember how I licked and kissed it more than once while you were fucking a man while you were on top of him?”

“And what should I wear?”

“Why not one of my shirts with just one button done up, heels and nothing else? Are you excited at the thought of watching a man we have never met before fucking me while you watch? I am, I love sex with an audience.”

Right on three there was a knock on the door, “If that is you Michael come in,” Judith called out as I ogled her glorious naked ass.

We were both surprised to see a tall thin, short haired honey blond, rather attractive female enter, wearing flat heels, a light yellow two piece outfit, a short skirt with a black leather man’s belt and matching a button up jacket. She was perhaps fifteen-years younger than us with a very sexy, slightly evil looking face with blue eyes.

“I know you were expecting a man for your pleasure, but appearances at first sight can be deceptive. I didn’t expect two ladies, but I am not complaining, this should be a fun afternoon. I feel overdressed when I look at you two, where can I hang my coat,” she smiled with a raspy voice as she slowly and teasingly undid a few buttons and held the coat open.

Judith and I both gasped as apart from a short skirt she was completely naked and beautifully suntanned under the coat with well-formed good-sized tits. We both watched mesmerized as she teased her nipples with a fingertip on each.

“My name really is Michael but I am seriously bisexual and I also go by the name of Michelle. As you can see I had my boobs done but kept my best feature which appeals to both sexes.

“Would one of you ladies help me off with my skirt?” Michelle asked with her hands on her hips.

It was very obvious by now when I looked at the bulge under her skirt that Michelle had a good-sized cock under it.

I always enjoy undressing a man to expose his cock and this time was extra special with Judith watching and wanting and waiting to use his cock while I watched as we had discussed.

As I undid a few buttons Michael tongue kissed me and almost tore my shirt off leaving me completely naked as he shrugged out of his skirt leaving him completely and breathtakingly naked. Very attractive body, gorgeous long legs, well-formed thighs, good hips, firm ass and a huge cock, he was already erect and must have been nine-inches long and very thick.

“Look at the effect you two ladies have had on my cock,” Michael smiled as we watched him tease his erection with the tips of his fingers for our benefit.

“Wow, this is going to be fun, look at that cock. Never had a bi-sexual man or a tranny before,” Judith smiled as she watched Michael flaunt his erection for our benefit before she took his cock in her hand and felt the weight of it.

“Now you Mary, feel the weight of his cock. When was the last time you had bigger than that?”

Michael was obviously enjoying the attention he was receiving from two naked, very horny older women as he volunteered, “I have had lots of straight identifying men who were attracted to me as Michelle and experiences with men who were attracted to me as Michael. I have had men and women who I met as Michael and dated and had sex with as Michelle and the other way around.

“But never, two naked, very fuckable older women in the same session,” Michael whispered as Judith and he tongue kissed with his cock in her hand.

“I hope you like my ass, kiss and lick it for me while my friend Mary watches. She loves watching. Do it right and you can fuck it later while she watches.”

Judith was correct, watching Michael obviously enjoying himself as he kissed and licked Judith’s glorious ass cheeks was very exciting for me as I sat in a chair and teased my cunt lips.

“Love that big tranny cock, love it and want it, I am so horny,” Judith murmured as she held Michael’s very erect cock while he lavished her ass with his mouth and lips.

“And I love your glorious big ass, I am going to take you up on your promise and fuck it for you while your friend watches.”

Five minutes later Michael was standing teasing his erect nipples, his huge nine-inch erection the center of attention for two naked women, with Judith sitting on a chair while I was enjoying watching Judith suck his huge cock as I knelt between her legs and licked her cunt lips while teasing her nipples with the tips of a finger on each.

“Love having my cock sucked by a very sexy older woman while watching her girlfriend licking her cunt lips, love it.”

I could sense Judith was close to orgasm as she was breathing very heavily and when Michael repeated, “Love having my cock sucked by a very sexy older woman while watching her girlfriend licking her cunt lips, love it, wonderful foreplay,” I could feel Judith shaking as she groaned very loudly and had three quick orgasms.

I watched as Judith grabbed Michael’s erection and very confidently led him to the bed. “Never had a man with a cock and tits before, and what a cock, magnificent.”

“Show me what you can do with that magnificent cock, big boy. Two orgasms for me, then you can turn me over and have my ass. And make it good for Mary, turn her on while she watches.

“I love a challenge and I intend to. This is for both of you,” Michael boasted as I watched in awe as he slowly slid his long, thick erection into Judith as she moaned and wrapped her legs around him.

“Fuck me, I am so horny, I am overdue for a really good fuck, show me what a man with tits can do.”

Michael soon showed us he was a very good sexual performer as he teased Judith, and me as I watched, by almost withdrawing his cock and then slowly sliding his full length back into her.

“One more orgasm for me, then you can turn me over and have my ass. You should be very good at it,” Judith groaned as her whole body shook as she orgasmed.

“Fuck me, I am so horny, show me what a man with tits can do,” Judith repeated. “Fuck me harder, harder, harder. Love that huge cock in me.”

“Kiss my ass again before you fuck it,” Judith smiled as she positioned herself on her hands and knees.

“Mary can rub some oil on your cock and my ass for me before you start.”

I found it very exciting rubbing oil onto Michael’s rock-hard erection while Judith watched, as he rubbed oil onto her glorious ass at the same time as me, especially knowing what I was going to watch him do with it. I couldn’t help myself from teasing his cock and scratching his balls as I licked his man boob nipples at the same time.

“Lay on your back on the bed, so I can lick your cunt lips while he is fucking my ass,” Judith told me as she positioned herself on her knees and elbows.

It was absolutely awesome watching Michael’s huge erection slowly sliding into Judith’s glorious ass in the wall mirror, especially when her tongue found my clitorous with her arms wrapped around my thighs.

Almost immediately Judith was making noises somewhere between a mewing and guttural noise as Michael slapped into her as she enjoyed taking all of his huge cock in her ass.

The sensation of her expertly licking my cunt lips as I watched in the mirror as Michael slid his full nine-inch erection into her glorious ass in conjunction with the noise they were making as well as Judith’s commentary had me on the brink of orgasm very quickly.

In the mirror I could see his hands holding the twin orbs of her gorgeous ass as he worked away, trying to heighten the sexual pleasure for three people, kneading and manipulating the ripe cheeks of her ass as he slid the full length of his cock all the way into her.

“Like watching this while I am licking your cunt lips Mary? He really is fucking me very hard with his magic cock.

“And I love it, especially with you watching.”

As Michael slammed into her ass the fantastic, slapping, noise turned all three of us on to a simultaneous orgasm.

After as the three of us showered together Judith teased Michael by telling him he could have me if he could get it up again. Even after he had lost his erection he must have been five or six inches long.

While we showered Judith and I teased him by kissing and licking each other while we both toyed with his erection in turn.

“I would love to watch you fuck Mary. I will help you get your erection back if you need some help. Lay on your back on the shower floor for me. I have a very good success rate with this trick,” Judith smiled as she knelt over his groin, legs apart with her hands on her hips, very much in control of the situation.

I knew what was coming, I had seen Judith do this before, she had even done it to me more than once, and it was very exciting watching her tease a man like this.

“Most men love my golden showers, how about you?” she teased as she built the tension. “I can change my mind if you want me to?”

The look on Michael’s face was one of intense anticipation as Judy played the moment.

“I want it, you are a very exciting woman.”

“Count to three for me and you can have it.”

On the count of three Judith teased some more, “I expect you get your erection back for both of us. Promise?” as she slowly urinated over his groin area, then increased the flow to a torrent.

“Like that Michael? I think so, look at the size of your cock and the look of pleasure on your face.”

While he was showering again Judith and I teased him by kissing and licking each other some more while we both toyed with his erection in turn.

He was masturbating his raging erection as he watched and obviously enjoyed both of us lick and kiss one of his nipples, then the other as Judith scratched his balls.

“Now that it is my turn, how would you like to fuck me Michael? I am very turned on after watching you fuck Judith and absolutely hanging out for a really good fuck.” I asked as I pinched both of his nipples.

Without waiting for an answer or saying a word I laid him on his back and toyed with his roaring erection as I slowly, very slowly eased my very wet cunt lips onto his full length as Judith watched.

I love being in control when fucking a man and this was no exception as I made full use of my pelvic muscles.

I motioned for Judith to come and kiss me as I enjoyed the full length of his cock inside me.

“Sit on his face Judith so we can kiss each other with his cock in me.”

Judith did, and for me there in nothing quite like sitting on and using a huge cock while another woman is watching, enjoying and tongue kissing and teasing my nipples.

I had never sat on a man’s cock with tits before and he was obviously enjoying me teasing his nipples with my fingertips then pinching them, a little harder each time.

Then I slowly, ever so slowly I built up to a most memorable orgasm.

“Watch me cum Judith, watch me, what a fuck with you watching, I am going to cum on a tranny’s huge cock,” I groaned after what must have been nine minutes in that position.

“Watch me cum Judith, watch,” I repeated as I shuddered and had a noisy and very wet orgasm.

I notice Michael still has a rock hard erection as he stands up and Judith walks over to him and runs her hands down his chest, then toys with his erection.

“Would you like a hand job to finish you off? Do I have your permission?” she teases, not waiting for an answer.

I look at him and I can see he appears to be very keen on the idea as he teases his roaring erection with the tips of his fingers as Judith strokes his full length with two hands.

At the same time, I stood behind him and teased his nipples.

“What else would you like?” I teased.

“Get the belt I was wearing, double it over and beat my ass with it.

“Do it harder, much harder, I love it with an erection,” me moaned as Judith and I did just that.

“You need to tell us what you need. Your cock is still rock hard.

“Beat my ass with the buckle end, hard, harder, I love it,” he moans.

I watch as he barely manages to mumble, ‘yes’ as he holds Judith’s hands and guides them along his throbbing cock.

“Wow, fancy that, what a turn on,” Judith smiles.

“Now beat me really good and very hard. Don’t hold back.

“Love watching you two in the mirrors and I can see my cock sliding in and out of your hands in the side mirrors,” he purrs as we get into a rhythm, “Love it.”

As we both pleasure him, that is enough to tip him over the edge. We can both hear him shout and scream, “Oh fuck, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” as his whole body shudders and he shoots across the room.

After he left, Judith and I showered together and had the most wonderful lesbian sex. However, that is another story.

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“I have been telling my girlfriend Fiona about our sex life. She told me she is very frustrated because she hasn’t had sex for twelve months since her marriage break up. So I told her you and I could offer our services to help out if she would like that.”

“I would like that, very much,” she told me. “How about next Saturday afternoon?”

When I ran the idea past my man Julian he was very eager. “Tell me all about Fiona, what does she look like?”

“About our age, fortyish. She and I were lovers once, incredible pair of tits on a size 12 body.” Some of my girlfriends claim she has a ‘liberal attitude to sexuality’ while others claim she is ‘gender fluid’.

“I want you naked on the bed on your back for Fiona,” I tell Julian just before Fiona is due. “I want both of us to spoil her and satiate her sexually, remember she hasn’t had sex for twelve-months. The thought of her using you is a big turn on for me while I watch. Let’s stretch the boundaries. Can you get it up three times in one session? I want you to, for what I have in mind and what I arranged with Fiona.”

When Fiona arrives she is wearing a simple above the knee dress with half the buttons undone to display her ample cleavage. Julian is impressed. I am wearing just a skin tight pair of leather slacks and heels and enjoying being topless for two people.

“Been a long time Fiona, far too long,” I whisper as we kiss passionately, eager to have her as I take her dress off. “Love your g-string and cup-less bra, you always did have magnificent tits. And how could I forget those long erect nipples of yours,” I tell her as I start licking them.

Julian had never watched me pleasure another woman before today. He is rapt as I kneel in front of Fiona, slide her g-string down to her ankles and slip it over her heels.

“Wow, that really is something,” Julian murmurs as I grasp Fiona’s ass and commence licking her cunt lips.

“Your man is hung, really well hung,” Fiona whispers with his erection in her hand as Julian is standing so he can lick and kiss her nipples as I lick and suck her cunt as she arches her torso toward me.

“Incredible pair of tits, just incredible,” Julian keeps repeating. “Never licked and kissed such magnificent tits, even better while my lady is licking her cunt.”

“I am hanging out for a fuck, absolutely hanging out for it,” Fiona is moaning as she orgasms repeatedly.

“Your man is hung and thick, love it,” Fiona smiles wickedly as she mounts his erection and takes all of it, right up to his balls with Julian laying on his back. I can remember the last time I watched Fiona fucking a man, her technique was to slide her cunt up and down the man’s cock, totally in charge as she used the man.

After all that time her technique is still the same but more determined and she is very noisy as she uses my man. I am enjoying watching as I position myself legs apart with one foot higher than the other so she can lick my cunt lips, just as she has done previously while I watched her using a man.

Fiona tells me again, “I have been hanging out for a fuck, this is a real fuck on a full size erection, fuck me, fuck me, fuck my wet cunt.”

Julian is making almost as much noise as Fiona as he is close to cumming. “So close, nearly there, watch, watch me cum,” he is moaning as Fiona stands, legs apart, teasing her cunt lips with a finger before she squirts.

“So fucking good, a long time since I squirted like that and love two people watching.

“That was so good, I want to watch you fuck Julian, even better if you lick my cunt while he is fucking you,” Fiona tells me as we wind down in my very large shower alcove.

“Or maybe I can give him a blow job while you watch as foreplay? Can he get it up for us three times in one session?”

“Let’s find out,” I smile aroused at the thought.

Julian has never licked my cunt with another woman watching and it is very exciting as he stands me against the wall, kneels in front of me with his hands on my ass and pulls me toward him. His tongue is magic on my clit and cunt lips with Fiona watching. Even better when Fiona starts tongue kissing me as Julian is sucking my cunt. As I glance down the size of his erection is a huge turn on as I cum on his tongue.

“Do I have your permission to give your man a blow job,” Fiona teases knowing full well I want to watch her do it before he fucks me while she watches.

“Standing or sitting Julian?,” Fiona asks.

“Blow jobs are always better standing,” he replies as he positions himself against the wall as Fiona kneels in front of him and licks his balls.

“What would you like me to do Julian? Your erection is magnificent, I want to help make this blow job memorable for you,” I tell him as we tongue kiss.

“Lick my nipples,” he whispers as I watch Fiona take four inches of his cock between her pursed lips.

I am proud of my blow job skills and always enjoy the chance to compare mine while watching a man receiving one. I have watched Fiona blowing other men in the past, though watching her blowing my man has a new frisson. And she is very good. And I am very turned on watching her technique.

“That is heaven, absolute heaven,” Julian is moaning as Fiona scratches his balls with her nails as he slides his rock hard erection between her pursed lips.

“Can I watch him masturbate? I love watching a man masturbate,” Julie asks me as Julian is breathing very heavily.

“Yes of course, we always were on the same wave length. Do it for both of us Julian.”

“On my tits, on my tits, do it,” Fiona is moaning as Julian slowly teases his eight-inch erection.

I love watching a hung man masturbate, especially when I am so horny and looking forward to a really good fuck.

“On her tits, on her tits, do it for both of us,” I whisper as I flaunt my ass for him, something he loves when masturbating.

“On my tits, on my tits, do it,” Fiona is urging as the veins of Julian’s erection are bulging. Then the noise he makes as he cums is the loudest I have ever heard him

In the afterglow Julian is watching Fiona urinating. “Your man likes watching me peeing, he is getting a new erection for us,” Fiona smiles as Julian holds her gaze as she enjoys the attention.

“One of his fetishes, see if you like this,” I smile back as I lay Julian on the floor, open my legs and stand over his groin.

“Count to three for me Fiona. Now watch,” I whisper on the count of three as I tease my cunt lips and slowly release a long stream over his groin and now very erect cock.

“I do like the way you trim your pubic hair, nothing apart from a long this tuft above your cunt lips.”

“Julian does it for me.”

“Will you do mine for me Julian?”

Watching my man shave the hair around my girlfriends cunt lips evokes a strange feeling, but I do like watching the pleasure they are both getting from it. And Julian has a raging erection as he does it. And I want him to fuck me with it soon, very soon.

I did agree for my man to fuck Fiona and I was very turned on watching. I am even more turned on now after our third round of foreplay. Julian has never fucked me with another woman watching – and I do like another woman watching a man fucking me, especially if they talk to me while they watch.

“I want to add to your pleasure before you fuck,” Fiona smiles as she oils my naked body. “You really do have a magnificent ass,” she whispers as I enjoy her hands rubbing oil into it with my man watching with a roaring erection.

“Now you Julian, any special areas you would like some extra attention?,” Fiona teases as she commences on his nipples. Then his back and ass cheeks before she takes his balls in one oily hand and his new erection in the other. I am enjoying it almost as much as my man as Fiona pours some oil on my man’s hands and tells him to ‘oil my big tits’.

She really does have a glorious pair of tits with long erect nipples as I watch my man teasing them.

“Julian and I are both looking at your magic ass, he has his hands all over it. Is he is going to fuck you in the ass? Is that what you want?,” Fiona asks, her face beaming in anticipation as she lays on her back on the bed with her legs apart. “And lick my cunt at the same time?”

Fiona watches mesmerized as I bend over her with an arm either side of her naked body and support myself by holding her hands as I my part my legs for my man as he grips my ass cheeks and slowly feeds the full length of his very erect, oil covered eight-inch cock into my ass.

I gasp and groan as he slowly works all of his eight-inches between my ass cheeks while grasping them, at the same time I am thrusting my ass in sync to receive his strokes.

“You are lucky to have a well hung man to fuck, I love watching, is he good?,” Fiona asks.

“Fucking magic, I am so horny after watching you fuck him, then blow him.”

Fiona is holding my hands very tightly, even more tightly as Julian drives his full eight-inches into my ass and his body slaps against my ass cheeks.

I am making incomprehensible noises I am barely aware of as he drives and pounds into me.

“That looks magic, love the way your ass muscles are moving for him, you always told me size is important for you,” Fiona whispers.

“Come on Julian, use me, fuck me harder, really hard, I love it. I love you giving me eight-inches up my ass. I love it with Fiona watching.”

“And I love watching, love it.”

“That is so good, so fucking good, I am going to squirt, watch me, watch me squirt.”

My whole body is trembling with sexual excitement as I orgasm and squirt in huge gushes while Julian is still driving his eight-inch erection into me.

Then he follows and has a very loud orgasm.

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