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just a story that came to my head

Preface
Death
I slowly run the knife across my neck leaving a red trail in its wake. My hand falls down as i feel a stabbing pain from my neck. I move my hand to my neck and feel the sticky liquid that now covers my neck and soon my chest. When i pull my hand away i see a bloody hand. I smile knowing in a few minutes my blood will be all over my chest and soon I’ll be a dead body. laying in my bed.
My sheets will soon be covered in the red liquid and look as if they where red and not white. But as i wait for my body to bleed out i think if you. I think of how much i love you and you me. I think of how sad you’d be if i died. If you walked in and saw my bloody body lying there dead. I think of what you’d do. But i cannot.
Would you kill yourself just to be with me again? Or would you continue to live as i watch from above? I frown and wish i could stop the bleeding. But its to late. What’s done is done. As i feel my life fade away i open my lips and manage one word. A word i know you’d hate to hear me say.
“Goodbye.” As the word leave my lips i smile happy that you had not heard me say it.
I look at my hand still red from my blood. I was calm. I smiled and closed my eyes right as you came into the room. At first you seem happy. But as you turn to look at me saying something i cannot hear, your black eyes grow wide and you rush over to me. You try to lift me into your arms so you can save me but i stop you. I lift my hand with my remaining strength and put my bloody hand onto your cheek. You begin to cry and lean onto my hand and hold it to your face. I look at you and smile. You try to tell me something but i can’t hear you. I close my eyes, and my hand falls from you cheek. I fall into a deep slumber, never to wake up again, With a smile on my face. I feel my body losing the last of my blood and i fall. I fall into nothingness. I fall for a long time, then i stop. I look all around me but see nothing. I close my eyes and think of you. I open my eyes and see you crying over my dead body. I slowly walk to you
>and place my hand on you shoulder. You jump and lok around you but see nothing. I smile. I lean down and hug you. You freeze, and know it must be me coming to say my finale fair well. Your eyes tear up as you say. “Please don’t leave me. I need you here with me.” You sound so sad. I smile and wish you could see me so i knew you could hear me. “I wish i could.” as if those words held a secret spell in them. You jumped up and hugged me. I looked into you eyes and saw what you saw. The girl you loved so much and just watched die in your arms, Standing in front of you as if i was alive again by magic. I smiled and hugged you back. “I know your upset but i had to die. It was my time to. Death takes whoever it wants whenever it wants. And so my time was now. But do not let him take you too soon in life. Please live a long happy life. The life you disserve and don’t let my passing prevent you from living the way you want.” I said and felt tears leave my eyes.
> You reached up and tried to wipe them away but your hand went through my face. I frown as you did. I lightly moved my hand to your cheek feeling the warmth from your body. The life running through your veins. I smiled and kissed your lips lightly and pulled away. You looked as if you where going to say something but i spoke andstopped your words. “I’ll come to you in your dreams, i promise. Do not think for one moment i will forget you. You will always have a place in my heart.” As my words faded as did i. I watched you fall to the ground and cry. I lifted my hand and touched my dead body. As i did so it vanished. My body disappeared as did all of the blood. I looked at you and saw you stand and knew you screamed ‘no’ as you ran to the bed and laid where my body had been. You laid there and cried. I stood there and watched you knowing i could do nothing to comfort you. I turned to leave and told myself soon i will see you again. Soon i will hold you in
> my arms. And nothing not even death could take me away from you.
>Chapter 1
>Dreams　
>As my golden sun sets i smile and know soon you will go to sleep. As i prepare to see you in your dreams i think, maybe you will not want to see me. That you seeing me will only bring back the pain from you watching me die in your arms. I’m about to stay where i am, in my golden heaven, away from your dreams. But i realize i promised you i’d come to you in your dreams. I stand up from my golden bed. I will never sleep on it but i love to just lay in it and think of you. I love to think that you are here with me in this golden heaven. Away from all the dangers of the world. I think of you often. I think of your soft black hair, your soft body. Your beautiful voice, as you say my name in the darkness. I miss you, yes but i know that it was deaths doing that took me from you. I know you wish you could die with me. To end your life then and there, so you could be with me but you know that’s not what i want. I want you to live a long happy life. I want you
> to live the life you wanted. Not to kill your self so you could be with me. As i watch the remaining glow from the sky disappear i know soon you will be asleep. I leave my small gold room and walk along the golden road. I’m not going anywhere in particular. I just need to do something while i wait for you to sleep. i look at my dress and wonder if you’ll recognize me. My dress is a blinding white, with gold trimming. It was skin tight on the top, but flowed into a frilly skitrt. As soon as i had stepping into my golden heaven, my bloody white shirt and jeans where replaced with the beautiful dress. I was never one for white. I would always wear blues. Every shade of blue. I love that color. its a beautiful color. Even with my brown hair and eyes and pale skin i loved to where blue. It made me look dead. Like a vampire at times but i grew so used to the blues that after a while it looked normal and nice. I still love blue but don’t dare wear it in a
> golden place like this. I watch the finale shimmers of light fade away and smile. As the moon glows bright i walk back to my room and change in a more simple dress. I put on a soft light blue dress with gold trimming and smile happy to wear something that reminded me of you and home. I lay on my bed and close my eyes. I think of you and soon i see a bright light and know i will see you on the other side of it. I open my eyes and see you standing on a field surrounded by white flowers. i didn’t move from my spot. wondering if i should go to you. You looked so peaceful and happy. i didn’t want to move and make you sad again by seeing me. I stood there and watched you. you didn’t see me. I saw you kneel down and look at the sky. you knew it was a dream sky but it still looked nice. i moved slowly to you and smiled when
> you saw me. You stood up and ran to me. You hugged me and began to cry. “I’ve missed you.” you said holding me tight. I wrapped my arms around you and held you close. I wanted to cry but knew i shouldn’t. I looked into your eyes and smiled. “I know. But i told you, When you sleep i will come and see you.” I said putting my hand on your cheek like i had done before i died. You leaned onto my hand and smiled happy that you could feel my body on yours. I wanted to tell you of the place you would soon live at with me but i couldn’t. you could not know what it was like in the golden heaven till you died and came for your self. You pulled away from me and ran into the forest giggling like a child. I smiled and followed you. You ran till you came to a tree and looked back to see where i was. As you saw i was close you turned and ran again. I smiled knowing this was a chase. I went to the left as you went to the right and quietly made my way to the tree you
> stopped at next, carful not to give myself away. When you thought all was clear and closed your eyes to catch your breath. I strike. You looked up and gasped right as i was on you. I knocked you to the floor and smiled down at you. “Gotcha.” i said. and it was then that i noticed our lips were only an inch apart. I was about to sit up when i looked into your eyes. You saw the old me. The one that would chase you for hours till i got you and then i’d kiss you. We’d stay in the forest for hours a day not caring about the time. Just sitting in the woods with each other. I smiled and pulled away from you, laying on the ground next to you. You looked at me and frown. “Your not going to kiss me like you used to do, are you?” You asked me. I wanted to say i do want to kiss you. I wanted to kiss you and never leave again. But i didn’t. I just looked at the sky and said nothing. I closed my eyes and was about to ask you if you’d been living you life the way you
> wanted, When i felt you climb on top of me and look at me. I opened my eyes in time to see you smile and kiss me. I gasped and automatically wrapped my arms around you holding you close to me. I rolled over and pulled away and looked into your eyes. “Dam, when you want something you go for it, don’t you?” I said smiling at you. You smiled. Your eyes moved from my lips down to my chest where the dress made a low V. I smiled and knew what you would do next. I sat up and looked at you. I didn’t notice before but now i did. You wore a short black dress. When i knocked you over it moved up past you thighs. You saw where my eyes went and smiled. You moved your hand to the hem of your dress and lifted it slowly. I didn’t move. I felt my breath stop, as i waited for you to lift you dress completely. I didn’t want to stop you, but did so
> anyway. I grabbed your hand right as you moved the dress past you waist and stopped you from moving farther. You smiled and pulled me down on top of you. I looked into your eyes, and realized i hadn’t taken a breath. I inhaled slowly. You moved your hand away from your dress and grabbed my hand and moved it down to your chest. “I know you want to.” You said in a whisper. You undid the buttons on the front of your dress and pulled your dress open reviling your black lace bra. You moved my hand to your breast and smiled. I kissed you and gently squeezed your breast. A small moan left your lips making me want to do more to you. I wanted to make you scream. I wanted to make you feel like you where floating on a cloud! I moved my other hand to your other breast and also gently squeezed. As you moaned i pulled away and trailed my kisses to your chest. I kissed your breast, as i undid the rest of the buttons on your dress. You tilted you head back and moaned
> again. When all the buttons came loose I smiled and kissed you even lower. I knew I shouldn’t be doing this. Knew i should be talking to you and learning if your doing what i asked. Living your life, and not crying over me. But i couldn’t. I didn’t. I wanted to sit here forever with you. But i knew i only had till the sun rises again. I only had a few hours till then. I had time to do both, right? I could make you scream and then talk to you. I kissed you there and smiled when you arched and moaned in response. I slowly slid my tongue into you then moved my hand from your breast down. But then I stopped. I stopped because I knew I shouldn’t be doing this. This-This was wrong to do. All it would do would be to make you miserable. You’d wake up to find it was all just a dream. Then you’d probably cry again. I hated it when you cried. I hate it so much. It
> makes me want to just kill myself. I don’t care that I’m already dead. I just want to disappear. I pull away from you and sit against a tree. I don’t look at you or even say anything. I herd you sit up and come to sit next to me. But still I refused to look at you. I couldn’t look at you. It would only make me feel horrible for what I tried to do to you. You put your hand on my cheek and made me look at you. I did look at you then. You looked worried about me. But then again you always did worry about me. Even when we were killing monsters. You never left my side. You always worried they’d kill me or kidnap me. I told you I could take care of myself, but still you stayed with me. You kissed me. You kissed me deeply. I pulled away and stood up. I looked at you. You where buttoning your dress up, looking at me. It always amazed me how you could multitask. You told me it was
> easy to multitask, but I could never do it. You’d be on the phone and then just start to write. You always did love to write. I’d always find you writing something at night just before you went to bed. You always told me to read what you had wrote to make shore it was ok. But the thing was they weren’t ok. They were great. One night after I had read a poem you wrote I told you, you could be a writer. But you told me you’d never do that, because you never had the time to write much. I knew it was a lie. But I said nothing. You could do whatever you wanted in you life. I smiled at the memory. You looked as if you wanted to say something, but I beat you to it. “We can’t do it. This is only a dream. If we did that…” I said and stopped. I knew you weren’t going to remember this but it didn’t hurt to try. “If we did that it would only hurt you. Because this is only a dream. None of this is real. If we were to have continued it would only have
> hurt you.” You frowned understanding my words. “I wish death had not taken me from you so soon.” I said and began to walk away. I looked at the sky through the trees and saw the clear blue sky. I herd you follow me. Each step you took sounded distant. I wanted to look back at you but I couldn’t. What had just happened was still running through my head. I wanted you so badly. But I can’t have you. Not yet. Not now. Soon I was in the field we where in not long ago. I smiled as the sun hit my face. It felt so real. So warm. I tilted my head up to the sun and wished I could feel the real sun on my face again. Oh how I’ve missed this. The warm sun on my face. I opened my eyes and turned around to look at you but you where gone. My smile faded and I turned around to try and find you. But you where gone. Why would you leave me? Why would you leave and not say good bye or tell me? I looked at the ground. If you really did leave it was because I wouldn’t
> make love to you. If you really did leave it was my fault. I knew it would happen. I fell to the ground and felt the tears leave my eyes. I wish I had never done what I did. I laid on the ground and closed my eyes. I wanted to leave. To go back to my golden heaven. But I didn’t know how to do that. I wanted to be in my soft bed. The only bed I had now. I heard the sound of the light wind in the field fade and as I opened my eyes I knew how I could get back home.
>I sat up from my bed and hugged my legs to my chest, unable to believe you left me. I looked out my window and saw the sun was still not up. The moon shone bright in the sky. I smiled. The moon looked so beautiful. I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like a mess. My light blond hair was tangled. I looked tired and you could clearly see I wanted to cry. I changed into a gold dress that looked like one of those old ball gown ones and smiled. I did my hair in a tight bun and put on golden makeup. I put on a pair of golden heels to match and left my room. I walked down the short street to the big castle like building. Every night there’s a ball. Every one can come or just stay in there rooms. Its up to them. I entered the building and smiled as I saw the whole room was filled with people laughing and dancing. As I made my way down the stairs that led to the dance floor I looked slightly to my right and saw three people standing there
> looking uncomfortable. I walked over to them with a smile on my face. I curtsied and bowed my head. “good evening.” I said. None of them spoke. One was a woman. She had light brown hair and soft brown eyes. She looked like she was in her twenties maybe, when she had died. They all did. She was short. Maybe about 5’ 10. She was thin. But not like those really thin models on TV. She wore a red dress. It was sleeveless and had a slit starting at her thigh. The dress was long. Her shoes where red heels. She looked beautiful. On her right was a man. He was nicely dressed in a black suit. He was also thin. He had a muscular build to him. He was at least a foot taller then the girl. His black hair combed back. His ice blue eyes sparkled. One the girls Left was a another man. He was as tall as the first. He was also dressed in a suit, but he was thin he didn’t look like he had much muscle but maybe it was hidden? I’d have to find out. His blond hair was
> long, it came down in waves past his shoulders. His eyes where also blue but they where different. Where they lighter? A different shade of blue? I couldn’t tell. He was a mystery to me. I smiled at them and was about to walk away when I herd one speak. “And a good evening to you madam.” It was the one with mysterious eyes. He smiled and bowed. “My name is Dimitri. This is Clara, my friend.”He said gesturing to the small girl. And then the other man. “And my brother Richard.” The other two bowed and smiled. I bowed back to them and said. “My name Is Seri.” Dimitri smiled and took my hand and kissed it. “Would you like to dance?” He asked me. I smiled. “Yes I would. But I’ll warn you I am a horrible dancer.” He smiled and led me to the dance floor. “Oh, really? It doesn’t look like you are.
> You look like you’re a great dancer.” He said with a charming smile. When he looked at me I felt like I was dreaming him up. Was he real or was I going crazy? I didn’t care. As he led me to the dance floor I thought of you. Was it wrong that I was dancing with him? Was it wrong to maybe fall in love if I’m dead and you aren’t? I sighed and wished I knew why you had left me. Dimitri looked at me. He stopped walking and had stopped before we could get to the dance floor. It was only a few more feet in front of us. “What’s wrong.” He asked. “You look upset.” I wanted to tell him about you. About my Angel. But I was scared. Would he think it strange for me to continue seeing you even though I’m dead? I wanted to tell him of you. All of you. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t tell him of you. I simply couldn’t. I looked at him and smiled. “Its nothing really I was just thinking of my love.” I said but wouldn’t tell him who
> it was when he asked. He started walking again. We made it to the dance floor right as a new song started. I felt as if I was swallowed by the eighteenth sentry. In the corner was a small group of people playing different instruments. As the music flowed through the room I danced with Dimitri. We danced for a while before we stopped to rest. We went to a small table and sat down. A waiter came by our table and asked if we’d like something to drink. Dimitri asked for some wine and I asked for some water. When he came back with our drinks a few minutes later Dimitri looked at me. “Ok you need to tell me about yourself. All I know is your name. I need to know more about you. If I don’t I may go insane.” He said and I could tell he was joking about the insane part. I smiled and asked. “What do you want to know?” He smiled and said. “When you where alive Who where you? What did you
> do? Did you have a loving family? husband? Did you have friends did you go out or stay in your house. Everything. I want to know gp about you.” He said. I smiled and began. “Well I wasn’t very popular. I was just a normal girl trying to find love. I had a normal job and everything I needed. But nothing I wanted. I wanted someone to love. Someone who would love me for me and not if I was rich or anything. And after 10 years I thought I’d never find my soul mate till I met angel.” I stopped speaking. You looked at me wanting to know more. “My life was better when I met angel. But I don’t really want to talk about my life much. It was horrible mostly.” I said and took a sip of my water. You didn’t ask me about my life anymore after that. I wanted to ask you about your life, but I didn’t. I wasn’t like that. If you wanted to tell me then I was ok but I wasn’t one of those people who
> asked about it. I wasn’t like that at all. As the ball wet on I saw Richard and Clara dancing. I looked at Dimitri and asked curiously. “Are they related?” I didn’t want to be rude or anything but I was a little curious. He smiled and shook his head. “No there not. There just good friends. Always have been from what they told me.” He said. I could see the sad look in his eyes as if I knew he wanted to have someone like his brother. I could tell that they where more then friends. Probably lovers from the way that they never left the others side. I smiled and looked at them. They looked happy together. Something I wish I could have right now. I smiled and looked at the old fashioned clock in the corner of the room that was half the size of a door. It was close to morning. I need to get back and get some sleep. The nights earlier events have tired me out somewhat. I looked at
> Dimitri and smiled. “Well I need to get home. I need to get some rest I’ve had a busy night. So if you’ll excuse me.” I said and stood up. Dimitri stood up and took my hand. “Please, allow me to walk you home.” I smiled and bowed my head. “Why thank you sir.” I said and looped my arm in his. As we were leaving we passed Clara and Richard. They asked us where we were headed to and Dimitri told them he was taking me home. They both smiled and looked at me as Richard said to me. “We hope to see you again Seri. Take care and goodnight.” He bowed as did I and then Dimitri and I walked away. We walked slowly. Enjoying the warm night air. I looked at the sky. The moon was gone, leaving only the stars to shine in the dark sky. I looked at you and smiled. Its been so long since I’ve had someone walking me home. I remember when I was sixteen and my first boyfriend ever walked me home thinking I’d let him come in and go to my room to “Study”. But I was
> smart and had watched tons of shows and movies about men making love to woman and then disappearing. Never to be found again. Of course in some of the movies the men would come back and accept there the fathers but most hadn’t. It made me smile that I had told him no and I’d see him the next day at school. He had smiled and kissed me goodnight before he left. As I went to bed that night I had thought my life was perfect. I had a boyfriend and was going to be a singer. But I didn’t know how hard life could be. I looked at the ground. I felt him look at me and looked at him. He stopped walking and I realized we where at my little house. I sighed. I wanted to ask him if he’d like to come inside but couldn’t. We had just meant and I need to get some sleep for tomorrows dream visit. I stood there and smiled at him He smiled at me and bowed. “Goodnight, Seri. I hope you see you again.” As he stood up
> strait I bowed my head and said. “Goodnight, Dimitri. I too hope to see you again as well.” He kissed my cheek and left. He walked away and as I stood there and watched him leave I realized I was doing what I had done the night I told the boy he couldn’t come to my room with me. I realized I had to move but couldn’t as if him walking away or very presence made my body freeze. I couldn’t move or breath when I was with him. Could I be falling in love with him? No I couldn’t be. I had you. My angel. I couldn’t be falling in love with him if I had you. But I don’t have you. I’m dead and your alive. Can the living and the dead be together? Can I fall in love with him here if I have you there? Would it be right? I opened my door and walked into my house trying to think of what to do. I took off the dress and put on a light blue nightgown and climbed into bed. I wasn’t going to be able to sleep. My mind
> was still locked on what happened earlier. Would you forgive me for telling you no? Would you want to see me anymore? I couldn’t think of what you might say, if I came back tonight. I closed my eyes and willed sleep to come, but I was not going to happen. I wanted to know what had happened in the dream. Did you leave or did something happen to you? Are you still alive or are you dead? Wandering around for all eternity because you don’t know how to pass on or call for my help? I sat up and closed my eyes focusing on your energy. If I focused long enough id find out where you sure and if you where fine or not. I calmed my body down and focused on you. Focused on your sweet smile. The feel of your body, your voice…So soft. But nothing happened. I tried again but again nothing happened. I relaxed my body, and couldn’t believe it. Where you preventing me from coming back? laid back down and looked at the moon. It
> was setting, the stars already gone to sleep. Sleep. I should get some sleep. I closed my eyes and Hoped that when I open them I’ll get to see your beautiful smile. Even if its only a dream.
>I stood in the field again. But this time something was different. The sky was darker. Like it would rain soon. I looked around but did not see you or hear any birds singing. The flowers in the field had died and withered. The grass was almost gone. Soon the ground would look like a dirt covered earth, without any life. I walked slowly to the forest, but as I got closer to it a strong gust of wind blew in my face. Was something telling me to leave? I walked into the forest pushing my way through the wind. As I got farther into the forest the wind calmed down till it stopped. I walked into the forest even deeper and saw you laying against a tree. The same one you had sat against when I chased you. I ran to you and placed my hand on your cheek. You looked at me and smiled. You wrapped your arms around me and held me close. You ban to cry and I pulled away and looked into your eyes. “What’s wrong? Why is everything like this?” I asked you,
> hoping you’d have the answer. But you just looked down and shook your head. “I don’t know.” She said. She began to cry and I held her close. After a long time the sky cleared and the wind in the distance stopped completely. Everything seemed to go back to normal. I looked at you and smiled. “You want to go to the field?” I asked you . You smiled and shook your head. You looked at the ground looking like you wanted to say or do something but not moving at all or speaking. I smiled and sat next to you and grabbed you hand. I sighed and put my hand under your chin. You looked at me and I smiled slightly. “I know what you want.” I said and saw something light up in your eyes. You moved your hands to my back and held me close. I smiled and held you close as I said in your ear. “Go ahead.” You pulled away and looked at me. I smiled and
> started to undo the buttons on your shirt. You sat there and didn’t move. Was it because I was doing something I had told you we couldn’t do or where you simply scared I was just going to disappear? Well whatever it was i smiled and finished unbuttoning my shirt and pulled you close. “There’s nothing to fear. This is another dream so we can do whatever we want. Whatever you want.” I said to her, in a soft voice. She wrapped her arms around me and held me close and moved closer to me. She undid her dress and pulled it off. I smiled and pulled her close to kiss her lips, but she pulled away from me and smiled. She laid me down and climbed on top of me. I moved my arms to wrap them around your neck but you grabbed my wrists and held them above me. You grabbed some rope from a small bag I had not seen with you and tied my hands together then tied my hands to a log, preventing me from moving. I looked at you, and frown. You simply smiled and said.
> “Don’t worry. I want to have some fun with you first.” she said then moved her hand down my chest. I gasped slightly and arched as her hand stopped near my thighs. She smiled and kissed my lips and moved her hands along my body slowly. she teased and tortured me. making me moan and gasp but not letting me enjoy it to much. she was carful to pleasure me. As if she had been doing this for years. I arched slightly as her hands moved to my thighs. she smiled and lightly trailed her fingers down my iner thigh. I tilted my head back and let out a long sigh. you smiled and kissed my neck, sucking and biting and caressing with your tongue. I sighed and gasped and moaned. you knew what you where doing, which kinda suprized me. normaly i was the dominating one but now…now you are. What was with you all of a sudden? it was as if you didn’t want to be weak or small or helpless anymore. As soon as you moved away from my neck i frown. I liked what you had been
> doing, and i didn’t want you to stop. “Please….” i bearly whispered, panting. “Please… Take me….” i closed my eyes and tried to calm my breathing but couldn’t. Not when i was thinking of what you did to me. I felt alive. Wanted, and loved. I felt better then i had earlier, when i was dancing with Dimitri. When i was with Dimitri i felt happy. Its been a while since i’ve felt happy, like realy happy. I thought about the dance. thought about Dimitri and his friend Clara with his brother. They looked as if they where soul mates. I looked at you and frown here i was being dominated by my angel and i was thinking of some other person. Some other guy i just met tonight! was i turning into a whore? No i couldn’t be. It not like i was going to everyone i saw and saying “Hey lets have sex.” No i was waiting too see my angel. Mine now and forever. no matter what. No matter where or when we are she is mine and i hers.
> You looked at me and also frown. seeing me upset you looked like you would move away form me, away from my body not caressing or bitting or sucking or squeezing. “Am i hurting you?” you said sounding as if you where going to stop if i said yes. I put all my thoughts in the back of my mind and smiled softly. “No. Your not hurting me, i was just lost in the pleasure.” i lied. But you didn’t see though the lie and smiled believing it. “Well then this is going to make you scream with joy and pleasure.” she said moving her kisses along my neck. After covering my neck in kisses she moved lower making a trail from my neck down to my thighs. when you kissed my thighs i gasped and wrapped my legs around your back, holding you to me captive in my embrace. You gasped and smiled at me you lightly kissed my stomach and slowly moved down. You made you way
> down, but then moved back up. I whimpered a little as you grabbed my breast and lightly squeezed my nipple. You smiled and took it in your mouth, sucking and caressing and bitting. I gasped and tilted my head up and sighed in pleasure. I felt your lips leave my breast and felt you shift your body. I looked at you, panting. You smiled and kissed my neck. “Do you want it?” she asked. And. I knew what she meant. And I did want it. “Yes.” I said. “I do want it…please…” She smiled and kissed my neck one last time before pulling away and moving down to my thighs. She kissed me there and moved her finger inside me. I gasped and arched. She moved her finger slowly in and out, slowly going faster and faster and harder each time. I moaned. She smiled and said, “do you like this?” Panting I said. “Yes!” She pulled her finger out
> and smiled. “Then you’ll love this.” She said, lowering her lips to me and kissing me there. She lifted my legs a little and sunk her tongue into me. I whimpered and almost screamed in joy and pleasure. I wrapped my legs around her back and held her close. She thrust her tongue into me and held me close, making me almost scream. She pulled away and smiled. “I can make you scream. Do you want me to?” she asked. I nodded slightly. “Yes…” She kissed me there again and moved her finger and tongue into me. I gasped and moaned loudly. She pulled her finger out and began to lightly suck. I moaned louder and held her close to me, not wanting her to stop. She sensed what I was doing and held on to my thighs pushing her tongue deeper into me and she sucked harder. She moved her tongue around my hot core and sucked again and again and again. I didn’t want her to stop yet I knew it would end here soon. I could feel it hot and wet, ready to come out as soon as
> I surrendered. But I wouldn’t surrender. I couldn’t. She pulled her tongue out some and I thought I had won. But I was wrong. She started to thrust her tongue into me as she sucked, making me surrender. I felt it come out, warm and wet, and imeadeatly felt weak. She sucked on me a few moments more before pulling away. She laid next to me and kissed my neck. “Your so strong,” she said holding my breast and lightly squeezing it. “So that’s why your always the dominate one.” She said smiling. “But now I am. I made you surrender.” She said still aroused. She sat on my hips and grabbed both of my breasts. “And I’m still in charge.” She said and began to rub the pad of her thumb over my nipple’s. I moaned and closed my eyes. “Now im just going to tease and play, with you.” She said taking my hard nipple into her mouth. I gasped. She did as she said she’d do. She teased me and played with me. After you finished playing with my breasts you made you
> way down again. And without warning thrust her finger in me making me moan loud. She moved her finger in and out faster and harder then before. She pulled something out of the bag that I couldn’t see and smiled. She put her tongue into me again and began to suck and tongue me. I arched and moaned. She pulled away and lay over me. She kissed my lips and I felt something brush across my thighs. I looked at her and was about to say something when she kissed me and thrust deeply into me swallowing my crys. She pulled away and smiled, then thrust deeply into me again and again and again. She smiled and kissed my neck. I wanted her to do what she did before and make me surrender, but I couldn’t say it. I was breathless. She pulled out of me and smiled. As if she knew my thoughts she put her tongue into me and began to caress my hot core with her tongue then sucked. She moved her hands up to hold my breasts and squeezed them as she played with me. She
> pulled her tongue out then thrust it back in harder and harder. She began to suck on me again and I could feel it. The warm wet heat inside me, it was coming. Her hands squeezed and caressed my breasts. She moved one hand down to my thigh and caressed it. I moaned and knew the end was coming. “Please!” I said wanting it more then ever. She thrust her tongue into me again and I felt it come as she sucked on me. I moaned and slightly screamed…. She pulled away from me and lay on the ground next to me. she kissed my lips and frown. “The suns almost up you better get back.” She said as she untied me. I was sad our time had come to an end. We both got dress and before I left her I said to her. “Ill always be with you, you know that right?” she nodded. “All you have to do when you want to see me is call to me in your dreams, and I’ll come.” She smiled and kissed me long and hard before leaving.

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Shy Abby wishes for a kiss

Hazel eyes, verging on green.

Abby stared into them, trying not to be obvious about it, but the lips below curved into a sly smile, and she blushed. Those eyes twinkled, showing more than a hint of suppressed deviltry, and one set of lashes slowly lowered as Corina winked at her.

It was too much, and Abby closed her eyes, blanking out the cakes and their friends and the world. She needed to collect her wits; how did Corina do it?

They were the best of friends, unlikely as it might seem. Had they met later, perhaps they wouldn’t have bonded, but the preschoolers who discovered they shared the exact same birthday were too young to know how dissimilar their temperaments would become. The teenagers they were now were too close to care.

On the face of it, they were of a kind. Corina was dark-haired and olive-skinned, while Abby had blonde hair and pale blue eyes. But both were tall, for girls, and willowy in a way that drew second glances from boys who saw them. The physical similarities were accentuated by the unwritten code that dictated they and their friends all wear the same types of clothing. Indeed, their two families had noticed a tendency for the girls’ wardrobes to oscillate slowly back and forth between the two households.

Internally, they could not have been more different. Not in intelligence, not in attraction to the boys that circled them, not in obedience to their elders, but in spontaneity. Where Abby often felt crushed by the attention focused on her, it seemed to lift up the extroverted Corina; the blonde couldn’t understand how the brunette did it.

Abby opened her eyes on the party. She and Corina were eighteen years old, and they were surrounded by friends of both sexes, temporarily freed from the burden — or support, depending on how one looked at it — of parental supervision.

Because the two girls were always together, it wasn’t possible, strictly speaking, to be a friend of one and not the other. However, if Abby were to make a hypothetical distinction, she was confident nearly all of the teens around them were Corina’s friends — hers only by association. The only person she knew she could depend on looked back at her from the other side of the twin birthday cakes.

What was Corina’s secret? Abby wondered for perhaps the millionth time. It wasn’t hotness; they’d looked in mirrors more than once and agreed (objectively) they were equally well-equipped to tease boys, although the analysis was strictly academic. Both girls were far more interested in studying the attractions of Justin Bieber (maybe just a little too young) and Justin Timberlake (probably a little too old).

Not that it made any difference in the real world. If they ever did meet one of the Justins, Abby knew Corina would be the one to score an autograph or maybe even a kiss, and Abby would be the one with the shy half-wave standing in the background.

She didn’t come from a broken household, didn’t have abusive parents or siblings, or any dark memories from her childhood. Maybe it was just DNA that made her an introvert and Corina so outgoing.

It hadn’t really bothered Abby until recently. She always had Corina, who knew her as well as she knew herself. The vivacious brunette was always ready to round up a few acquaintances for any occasion that demanded them — such as an eighteenth birthday party. But Abby had started thinking about the future, and it looked a little less sunny.

She’d be headed to college in the fall. Of course Corina was going to State too, but Abby had started to think it was time to grow up. She was lukewarm on the idea of having a boyfriend, but the idea of starting college without having been on a date or kissed a boy seemed… lame. What would happen if she met the man who was supposed to be the love of her life and was too shy to say, “Hi?”

It wasn’t a problem Corina would have. Abby was pretty sure her friend was still a virgin, but if even half of her deliciously scandalous stories were true, chances of that lasting past their first freshman semester were slim. Abby didn’t think that Corina was a slut, but she was envious of her friend’s casual interactions.

Abby’s eyes slid sideways to where Scott was sitting next to Corina; he was the boy of the month. A few minutes earlier, he’d made a teasing allusion to getting both Abby and Corina in bed together. They’d all shrieked with laughter, and laughed even harder after hearing Abby’s bitingly clever retort. Everybody knew it wasn’t serious.

If Scott had approached Abby in the hallway and asked if she wanted to see a movie, her mouth and brain would have been frozen solid. Most of the time, Corina would step in and cover for her. It was embarrassing.

The blonde looked into her friend’s eyes again. They’d talked about it, of course. Corina had even tried setting her up — twice — but both times, it had been a total disaster. For some reason, just the thought of intimacy with a boy — and not even physical intimacy! — was beyond Abby’s ability to process.

She just needed a test run, a little warm-up to break the ice and get herself over the mental block that had bedeviled her for so long. One kiss, just for practice, and she’d know it could be done and be past that awkward first time. Abby knew it couldn’t be a boy; that would be totally uncool, not to mention totally embarrassing. There was only one logical candidate.

Corina’s lips looked full and glossy. Not exactly inviting, no matter what Katy Perry said. But she wouldn’t give Abby shit about it, or not too much, anyway, and she’d understand. It wouldn’t get around school that they were lezzies. The only remaining problem was that Abby just couldn’t work up the nerve to do it.

At least she wasn’t running in circles and gibbering, just thinking about it. There was no way she could just run up and plant one on her friend, but even asking was hard. Abby had tried, more than once, but she’d locked up every time. She couldn’t go on putting it off forever!

Now just might be her chance. Abby smiled at Corina and looked down at the cake in front of her, topped by a single candle in the shape of the number “18.” The thought was lame, but maybe it would be the mental push she needed. She already had everything else she wanted, anyway.

Abby closed her eyes and wished. She wasn’t demanding or unrealistic or egotistical. Only a single kiss, the matter of a minute, to help her get to the life she wanted to live. She wished to kiss Corina, to feel what it was like, to learn how to do it properly, and build her confidence.

The blonde tried to picture it in her mind. It couldn’t be just a peck on the cheek, but they didn’t have to embrace. Well, maybe a bit of an embrace; otherwise, what would she do with her arms? Abby imagined their arms circling each other, but not pulling too hard. Maybe she should run a hand through Corina’s hair?

She’d have to use some tongue. The boys would expect it, and she didn’t want to seem clumsy. How did you stick your tongue in somebody else’s mouth while they were doing the same to you? The girls in Abby’s mental construct obediently parted their lips like in the movies, tongues obviously probing even if she couldn’t see what they were doing.

Abby imagined she’d keep her eyes closed, like the heroine, but then changed her mind. Maybe later, but for that all-important first time, she wanted them open. That way she could see what Corina was doing, and emulate it. They’d stare into each other’s eyes, seeing the passion simmering in their partner’s soul.

Well, in some boy’s soul. The idea of Corina crushing on her was laughable, and a little icky. It would be nice if Corina told her she was a good kisser; that would be enough. A single kiss, just for practice. It was a silly wish, a crutch for her shaky self-confidence.

The blonde opened her eyes, pursed her lips, and blew. The flame atop the candle flickered and went out, leaving a tiny wisp of smoke. Abby had seen some of their friends whispering and smiling, so she reached out and pinched the wick between a pair of fingers before it could relight.

Scott laughed out loud; Corina’s eyes grew as large as saucers, and she blinked rapidly.

Abby almost panicked. She prayed her face hadn’t been too transparent; what if Corina thought Abby was attracted to her that way? It would be horrible! No; it had to be something else. Abby needed to believe that or she’d never get the courage to ask for the kiss. She smiled nervously at Corina, trying to ignore the lump in her stomach.

Corina smiled back at her, and then quickly blew out the candle topping her own cake. Following Abby’s lead, the brunette crushed out the smoldering wick before it could relight and steal away her wish. She looked up at Abby.

Hazel eyes, verging on green.

Abby could feel herself falling into those eyes. Suddenly she didn’t feel nervous about kissing Corina at all. In fact, she was looking forward to it.

Really looking forward to it. Abby wondered what Corina had wished for. The way her friend kept looking at her was making Abby wet. One kiss, just for practice. After that… maybe they could practice other things together.

Corina blew her a kiss. Oh, definitely. Abby didn’t know why she’d worried about it. She blew a kiss back in return. They’d be so hot together, she could hardly wait.

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Once Nikkie woke up we went downstairs and I cooked her breakfast. I didn’t want to use her shower, or get dressed here, so I got dressed in yesterdays clothes, told Nikkie id be back in about 20 minutes and went home to shower and get dressed in all new clothes. I went with a White long sleeve with a Green short-sleeved over top. White jeans, white shoes, and a green hat. I wasn’t trying to impress anyone today with clothes. I had another thing in mind.

I walked back to Nikkie’s, humming all the way. Maybe sang a bit, I was happy. But then I saw Cayla in the park. And got annoyed, but not for long. As soon as I was at Nikkie’s house I realised she had left the front door open due to the nice weather. It was very sunny. And quite warm too. I walked through; set the bag I had brought with me on the sofa, and walked to Nikkie. Facing toward the garden, humming. I grabbed her round the waist and lifted her up into a hug. She was surprised but joyful too. “Nikkie. Sit here” I said, patting the 2-seater sofa. The one across from the 3-seater, which had my bag on it. I unzipped it and pulled out Poseidon – My Blue Guitar. Lovely Guitar it was. Sunburst pattern with dark and light blue coulors on it. (Poseidon – Greek god of water – Water – Seems blue. Blue Guitar – Water…..Poseidon :D) I sat on the 3 seater, facing across from Nikkie. The sofas weren’t placed very far away. Maybe several feet apart at least. I slowly started to strum chords. Whilst doing this I hummed, then looked at Nikkie and spoke. “I decided, that, the least I could do to impress you is use something I’m good at, and, beings as I’m good at guitar I decided maybe this would be the best way to do it. You probably wont like the bands music, or this song I’m about to sing to you but, it had a lot of meaning to me, and, now that I love again, I want to play it for you” I smiled and began the song. (The song, as some of you may know it, is called The Only Exception – By Paramore.) I started to sing and was nervous. I had won one or two talent awards from singing acoustic, but I’ve never done it in front of someone, that I loved.

About half way through the song, I morphed it, to turn around the meaning, and started singing I’m yours by Jason Mraz and went through the whole length of that song. Once I finished, I just started strumming my own tune. Nikkie smiled at me. “I didn’t know you could play Guitar Tyler. Let alone sing? How come you never told me?” I laughed a little huffy laugh “You didn’t ask” Nikkie stood up and sat next to me. She held her hand around my arm, and started asking me random stuff. “How many instruments do you play?” she didn’t look at me, just at the guitar. “About 5” I replied humming again. “That was beautiful you know Ty; would you do something for me tonight?” I looked at Nikkie. I didn’t know what she wanted so I just replied with “Sure, What?” I stood and knelt down, and put Poseidon back into the bag, and halfway through zipping up, Nikkie’s hand Held mine so I couldn’t zip it up any more, then she leant forward and whispered in my ear, “Make love to me”.

My mind just got shot. What the hell? 14 year old Nikkie, asking me, to have sex with her? Now this was hard for me. I didn’t think having sex below the legal age is right, yet my instincts wanted other wise. I looked at Nikkie, and said quite loudly, “Why not now?” And pushed her against the sofa. Kissing every part of her that I could, her cheek, ear, collarbone, mouth, throat, everywhere. Halfway through our Tongues dancing with each over, someone coughed, and I wonder who it was? (Sarcasm) Oh yeah, who is it always? I stood up, and fastened my belt again; Nikkie had been halfway through undoing it. I looked up at Cayla, and Tensed my Jaw. That little voice in my head kept saying ‘Get a Gun!! No don’t get a gun, don’t be stupid…awl but I want to hurt her so fucking much, Fuck fuck fuck FUCK’ “What Cayla? Fuck OFFFF!!” I half shouted at her. “Well…Can we join in?” And then, she walked inside the door, from behind Cayla.

(Just a Preview, What do you guys think? (The parts got messed up on my computer, and 4 is 3, 5 is 4, so technically this part is part Five, but ill just call it part 6 for less confusion) Shall I continue? please remember that i try very hard to write as quickly as i can and post em. Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you lol dint have 5000 characters but still, thank you)

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Things heat up in the second half as another futa joins the cheerleaders. Kimmie will give the crowd one amazing and naughty show!

The Futa Fairy – Futa’s Exhibitionist Wish
Chapter Three: Kimmie’s Futa Show
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

Halftime had arrived as I pulled my futa-cock, formerly my clit, out of my eighteen-year-old sister’s newly deflowered pussy. The crowd filling Washington College’s stands roared in excitement, loving the culmination of the first half of the football game. My fellow cheerleaders and I had put on the naughtiest performance of our life.

I sprang to my feet, my cock bobbing before me, surrounded by my fellow cheerleaders. They only wore their pleated skirts, though none had futa-cocks thrusting through their pleats, and their shoes, nothing else. Their naked tits bounced and jiggled. They were all flushed, their lips stained with pussy and cum, such delight bursting in their eyes. My little sister popped to her feet before me, the newest member of the cheer squad.

“The Pussycats really have the crowd pumped as we go into halftime,” the announcer said, somehow following along with all the action from his booth. Maybe he had binoculars. He was giving a play-by-play blow as I deflowered my little sister’s pussy.

My admirers, crowding the front of the stands, pressed their half-naked bodies together. They still were splattered in remnants of my futa-cum, which had arched the ten feet from where I performed to rain upon them when I came while jerking-off. It had been so hot watching them lick each other clean.

And it was all thanks to the wish I made. A wish the naughty futa-fairy answered. I had no idea why she did it, or even how she did it, but she made my exhibitionist dreams come true. Sure it was a strap-on in my fantasy, not a real cock. But this was so much better.

I loved being a futa-cheerleader.

“And I am sure we are all wondering just what the Pussycats and naughty Kimmie have in store for us for the second-half of the game,” the announcer said. “But I know it will be hot. And our Washington Jaguars will continue to crush the Franklin Pierce Falcons!”

My stomach twisted. What would I do for the second half? How could I possibly top popping my little sister’s cherry before the entire student body, teachers, and even some of our parents? I had fucked almost all the others, too, cumming on Daniqua and Becky’s face before I fucked Amy in the ass. She still had some of my cum running down her thighs.

“Okay, girls,” Coach Jenette said, waving us over to the tunnel that led to the locker rooms. It was time for us to have our breather at the same time as the football team. The marching band was already taking the field.

The crowd was not excited.

“That was a great performance,” the youthful coach said. She was twenty-nine and still had the perky, outgoing attitude of a cheerleader. “And we need to keep the crowd pumped.”

“Yes,” Jamie, my little sister, said. She rubbed at her thighs, scooping up my cum. She smeared it on her face, leaving three whiskers glistening on her cheeks. Linh and I had the same whiskers.

“I need to get fucked before the crowd, too,” Linh said. She was a sexy, Vietnamese girl. Her round, dusky breasts bounced before her as we walked towards our locker room. “I’ve only sucked your cock.”

“When did you do that?” Amy asked, her strawberry-blonde ponytail swinging across her naked back.

“It grew while we were helping her in the locker room after her head injury,” Linh answered. “Coach fucked her cock while I sat on her face and she ate my pussy.”

“Oh, she’s sooooo good at that,” my sister Jamie moaned, scooping up more cum. She smeared my girl-jizz on her small tits. Her pink nipples were large and fat, as big as my own. And they looked so hot glistening with pearly spunk on them. “She made me cum so hard.”

“They heard you screaming over their cheers,” laughed Becky, a busty blonde. Her large tits bounced as she spun around, her face coated in streaks of cum. “Oh, this was so hot.”

“But we need to so do something even hotter,” I said.

“Like what?” Daniqua asked. She was a Black cheerleader with coffee-cream skin and short, frizzy hair. Her nipples were so dark, topping her round breasts.

“I don’t know,” I said. “And we only have ten minutes to figure it out.”

We entered our locker room. I glanced at the massage table where I woke up changed by the futa-fairy. Linh had sucked my new girl-cock off while fingering my pussy, then Coach Jenette had ridden me so hard. It was so amazing cumming in her pussy.

“She could fuck me while I do a handstand,” Linh said, her hands sliding up beneath her skirt to finger her wet pussy.

“You just want to feel her cock in your cunt,” Daniqua accused.

“Don’t you?” the Vietnamese girl shot back.

“Oh, yes,” groaned Daniqua. “Becky and I could both shove our pussies against her cock and hump up and down it.”

“Oh, tribbing with a dick between our pussies. I’ve done that. It’s soooooo hot.” Becky shuddered.

“With what boy?” Amy asked, her blue eyes so wide.

“No boy. With Cassandra. I told you she became a futa, too, over the summer. That’s why her slumber parties are so awesome. I’m going to one after the game tonight. It’s so hot watching Cassandra fuck her MILF lover and Lana at the same time. Incest is so hot. I love watching Lana and her mother have sex.”

“That’s it!” squealed Jamie, bouncing up and down with excitement, her small tits jiggling.

“What’s it?” I asked.

She darted to me, her words spilling out of her mouth so fast I couldn’t follow a word. I caught Cassandra’s name and nothing much. She suddenly ended her torrent, her face bright red as she sucked in a deep breath.

“What?”

Her eyes were so wide. “I just told you.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t follow it, motormouth. Speak at human comprehension.”

“Cassandra! Let’s make her a cheerleader! Two futas out there fucking us. Imagine all the fun we could have?”

My pussy clenched in memory of Leanan Sidhe’s girl-dick fucking me in the dream, the rest of the futa-fairies watching us, cumming on me. “Yes! Becky!”

“On it,” she said, darting to her locker. She fumbled with her combination lock then ripped it open, diving into her gym bag to pull out her phone.

“Okay,” I said, my heart racing. Two futas. I wondered if there were any other girls that were futas. How had I never noticed?

“How does Cassandra hide her cock?” Amy asked. “She was wearing these tight jeans in English today. There was no way she could hide her cock in them.”

“It goes away at sunrise,” Becky said as she held her phone to her ear. “And it comes back at sunset.”

“Really?” I asked.

But before Becky could confirm, Cassandra must have picked up because Becky gush, “So you loving the game?” Becky giggled at the answer. “I thought so. Wow, you had Lana and her mom sucking your cock while we were cheering. You naughty futa.” She paused again while I stared at her. “Ooh, that sounds like it was a great cum.”

“Ask,” I hissed.

Becky shot me an annoyed look. “Listen, Cassandra, how would you like to be an honorary Pussycat and—”

Cassandra’s shriek was so loud it hurt my ears. Poor Becky ripped her phone from her ear, face tightening. She gingerly brought her phone back to her ear. “Okay, good, come down to the locker room, and we’ll get you fitted out with a uniform.” Becky paused. “Oh, yes, this must all be caused by Kimmie’s wish. Isn’t it awesome? Everyone thinks it’s cool that we’re fucking out there.”

“So cool,” moaned Jamie.

Becky hung up, beaming at us. “Okay, this is going to be a hot show.”

“Yeah,” I moaned, stroking my dick, my pussy so wet. What fun could we have with two futas out there? We could fuck other girls. We could fuck the same girl. We could even fuck each other.

My eyes widened as ideas burned in my head.

Cassandra didn’t take long to show up. She was a nineteen-year-old redhead wearing a long skirt. Her futa-dick obviously tented her dress. I didn’t know her at all, she was a year younger than me, but she was so sexy, her green eyes flashing.

“Was it her!” Cassandra gasped, rushing up to me and ragging my futa-cock. “Was it Leanan Sidhe?”

“Yes,” I grinned. “I got hit in the head with a football and then was surrounded by all these futa-fairies. And we had this hot sex and I grew a dick.”

“Wow,” Cassandra moaned. “I just fell asleep on Lana’s couch and woke up with her sexy mother fondling my dick.”

“That sounds pretty hot,” Amy said. “I’ve never been into girls, but…”

“They’re so awesome,” giggled Becky. “Especially the ones with dicks.”

“Yes!” Cassandra said, squeezing my cock. “So, I’m a Pussycat now?”

“Yep,” my little sister said then smeared three lines of my jizz on each of Cassandra’s cheeks. “Now you have your cute whiskers.”

“Thanks.” Cassandra ran her hand through my little sister’s brown hair. “It was so hot watching you getting your cherry popped. I popped Lana’s while she ate out her mom’s pussy. But I think this was somehow hotter.”

“It was,” Jamie grinned, bouncing on her heels.

“Okay, Cassandra,” Coach Jenette said, darting up naked. She had stripped naked during our planning, revealing her large, bouncing breasts topped by fat, dark-red nipples. And there, glinting in her pussy lips, was the gold ring piercing her clitoral hood. “Here’s your uniform.”

The coach handed over a green pleated skirt. Cassandra took it and stripped naked pretty fast. Her cock looked as big as mine, thrusting from her pussy lips where her clit would be. She had a landing strip of fiery hair running to it. Her breasts were round, a little smaller than mine, her nipples so hard. She pulled on her skirt, her dick thrusting through the pleats.

“Okay,” Coach Jenette said. “It’s time to get out there.”

“And I have the perfect way to introduce you to the rest of school, Cassandra,” I grinned at her.

“Your slumber parties are going to be super popular after this,” Becky giggled.

My cheer squad all leaned in to hear my wicked plan, their eyes bursting with delight as I told it to them. They nodded their heads in agreement, licking their lips. My heart raced with excitement. This was the greatest night of my life.

We gathered at the entrance to the tunnel, the marching band just wrapping up their halftime performance. I shivered as Cassandra’s round breasts pressed into my back. And then her hard futa-dick rubbed on the wet lips of my pussy. She slid her cock’s tip up and down my slit, searching for my hole, driving me wild. My dick throbbed.

And then she penetrated me.

I groaned, my pussy clenching as her cock slid into my depths. My eyes widened as her girth stretched me out. She was as hung as that sexy futa-fairy. The friction rippled through my body as she pressed her hands on my hips, holding them tight.

“Oh, you’re so tight,” Cassandra moaned.

“You sound surprised,” I said, the other cheerleaders moving in around us.

“Well, I’ve never fucked a futa before. I had no idea what to expect.”

I wiggled my hips, stirring her cock around inside of me. The pleasure rippled to the tip of my dick. “I think I feel the same as any other girl.”

“Oh, yes,” she agreed. “Mmm, just so hot and silky.”

“Okay, girls, let’s go,” Coach Jenette clapped.

“And the Pussycats are taking to the field again,” the announcer boomed and the crowds cheered. He ignored the football teams also filing out to their benches while their special teams headed out for the kickoff to start the second half. “And we are all eager to see what they’re up to.”

“PUSSYCATS! PUSSYCATS! PUSSYCATS!”

I shuddered at the crowd’s chant, the way they roared. Everyone was standing as we jogged out. It was so naughty with Cassandra’s cock in me. I could feel it shifting as she kept pressed so tight behind me as we moved. It was difficult, but we found a rhythm. It was like my wish was making our bodies move just right to let us get away with it.

My pussy clenched and relaxed on her throbbing dick, making her groan and her hands tightened on my hips. Pleasure rippled through me as I gazed at all the people watching and filming. They lusted after me, men and women, teachers and students. It was so hot. So wild. A rush of delight shot through me.

I almost came.

My fellow cheerleaders moved around us, trying to hide that Cassandra had a cock that was buried in my cunt. We reached our position at the center of the Washington College stands, my fan club cheering so hard. The two cherub-faced girls had their naked breasts pressed tight as they kissed each other, a brunette teacher standing by them. Other girls shook their naked tits, still covered in streaks of my drying cum, at me.

“We love you, Kimmie!” they screamed.

“You are so hot!”

“Cum on us!”

“And the Pussycats are starting their show. Kimmie is grinding back into…” The announcer voice trailed off. “We seem to have a new Pussycat on the field. I’m being told this is Cassandra Riley, who just joined the team during halftime.”

Who told him that? Leanan Sidhe?

“And the other cheerleaders are doing the hottest booty shakes, flashing their asses and pussies at the crowd as the shake their pompoms. You can see the cum flooding out little Jamie’s newly deflowered pussy. Isn’t that hot?”

It was.

The crowd’s booming shouts showed their boisterous agreement.

I grinned at my cheerleaders as they shook their asses just like the announcer said, their faces flashing at me. At the same moment, Cassandra reached around me, grasping my futa cock. She stroked It as she slowly drew back her own dick, her hips swiveling like she was dancing and grinding against my ass.

My fans cheered, their hungry eyes locked on my cock. The two cherubs had broken their kiss, staring at me, licking their lips. Their tits bounced with the other girls as I savored the slow thrusts of Cassandra’s girl-cock through my pussy.

I was being fucked before hundreds of people. And they had no idea. Yet.

My pussy clenched on the girl-dick sliding in and out of me. The friction was wonderful. Especially combined with Cassandra’s hand stroking up and down my dick. Her breasts rubbed on my back, her nipples so hard. I shuddered, swiveling my hips, stirring her cock through my pussy as she slid in again.

“Oh, god, this is so hot,” Cassandra moaned as she jerked my dick. “I can’t believe this.”

“I know. Just listen to the crowd.”

“PUSSYCATS! PUSSYCATS! PUSSYCATS!”

She shivered, her left hand sliding up and cupping my breast, she squeezed it, thrusting harder and faster, her hand stroking at the same speed as her hips pumped. I shuddered, loving her stroking hand and her thrusting cock. Pleasure rippled from my pussy and shot down my dick.

“And now the pussycats are masturbating,” groaned the announcer. “Look at little Jamie. She’s got three fingers buried in her newly deflowered cunt. Her big sis’s cum is leaking out of her as she reams those digits into her hole. And it’s hot seeing Daniqua’s dark fingers vanish into her pink depths.”

“PUSSYCATS! PUSSYCATS! PUSSYCATS!”

I thrust my pompoms into the air, screaming out my pleasure as Cassandra fucked me a little faster, a little harder. My pussy clenched, the tip of her dick sliding along the top of my sheath, teasing me. It felt incredible as she drove into me. Pleasure radiated through my body. It filled me, made my nipples ache while I drank in the crowd’s excitement.

My fellow cheerleaders moaned, wiggling their asses almost in unison like they had practiced masturbating in sync before. They all moaned and gasped. Becky’s big boobs swayed out of the corner of my eyes, her blonde hair dancing and dancing.

“Oh, this is soooo hot,” Cassandra moaned. “Leanan Sidhe is amazing.”

“So amazing,” I moaned. It was time to reveal the truth.

I bent over, dropping my pompoms and bracing my hands on my knees. My breasts swayed before me. Cassandra released my girl-cock and grabbed my hips. She drew back her cock slowly, my pussy drinking in the sensation.

And then buried in hard. I heard her tits bounce together. Her cock slid so deep into me this time. It didn’t hammer the front of my pussy like it had but caressed every part of me equally. I wiggled my hips as she drew back.

And hammered in. She fucked me. She pounded me.

“And what’s this?” the announcer said. “Why it looks like Cassandra wasn’t grinding on Kimmie but was fucking her with a strap-on or a… Yes, that’s a girl-cock! Oh, wow, Jaguar and Pussycat fans, we have another futa on the field!”

The crowd exploded. Their excitement thundered around us. My pussy clenched so hard on the dick pumping in and out of my pussy. I shivered, my dick throbbing before me. My fellow cheerleaders all moaned, their bodies shuddering as they came, juices squirting at the same time from their cunts. My fans went wild. They screamed, too, fingering each other, kissing each other, groping each other. Twenty barely legal sluts and at least one teacher were all writhing in rapture as they watched another futa fuck me.

“Yes, yes, Cassandra Riley is a futa, and she has her huge girl-dick churning up Kimmie’s pussy,” the announcer groaned, his voice booming over the deafening crowd. “Look at her hammer Cassandra’s pussy. She’s fucking the futa so hard, causing Kimmie’s huge cock to bounce along with her breasts. This is the hottest thing yet. And it has inspired the Jaguars to score once again.”

The thundering cheers of the crowd washed over me like physical waves. I could feel the sound caressing my skin. I stared at them, drunk on rapture while my pussy clenched on Cassandra’s futa-dick. My girl-cock and tits bounced and swayed before me as the pleasure built and built.

They loved us. They loved watching two chicks with dicks fucking before their eyes. My knees went weak as Cassandra only fucked me harder and harder. I couldn’t hear myself think over the roar. My vision fuzzed as the excitement swelled and swelled.

“Thank you!” I screamed at the futa-fairy as I exploded.

The orgasm started in the depths of my pussy. It was a powerful wave of lust that crashed outward. It channeled down my cock, bouncing before me. It reached the tip and the cum spurted out of me. Powerful blasts of white jizz sprayed the grass at my feet. My cunt convulsed about her thrusting dick as I painted the turf in ropy lines of pearl.

My back arched. The ecstasy boiled my mind as the crowd screamed.

“PUSSYCATS! PUSSYCATS! PUSSYCATS!”

Stars danced before my eyes as the waves of rapture kept washing out of my cunt every time Cassandra’s amazing futa-cock buried into my depths. My pussy rippled about her dick as she plowed me. Cum kept firing from mine, propelled by every wave.

I swayed, so dizzy from the rapture. So consumed by it. This was like nothing I had ever experienced. Ever even imagined. I couldn’t believe I was so lucky to experience this rapture. To be bathed in it.

“Yes!” Cassandra moaned behind me.

“And now Cassandra is cumming in Kimmie’s cunt!” boomed the announcer. “She is flooding her pussy as the Jaguars make the extra two points, scoring a touchdown instead of going for the safer field goal. They are crushing their rivals.”

I shuddered as the cum spurted into my depths. It was so hot feeling it splash into my cumming pussy. Dizzy waves of rapture washed through my body as the crowd kept cheering, kept loving us, kept watching us be wild.

The final blast of cum spurted from my dick, splattering on the grass, joining the other ropy lines of jizz. I shivered, the cum looking so bright under the artificial lights of the stadium. My ears roared with passion, my heart hammering beneath my breast, as Cassandra buried into me, her dick spurting more and more girl-spunk into my pussy.

“What a show they put on for us,” the announcer said. “And the Jaguars have scored again. Though it is clear the Pussycats are the ones who really scored!”

“PUSSYCATS! PUSSYCATS! PUSSYCATS!”

“Hear that crowd?” Daniqua said, rising and pulling her fingers out of her juicy pussy. She sucked on them.

The other cheerleaders were standing, their legs wobbly from the power of their orgasms. They snagged their pompoms, the green and white tassels flashing as they raised them over their heads, high-kicking, breasts bouncing—especially Becky’s huge, lush pair—and pleated skirts flying. Dripping cunts were flashed and naked asses teased.

I groaned as Cassandra pulled out of my pussy. Her cum flooded out of my cunt, dribbling down my thighs. I shivered at the hot, wet rivulets dribbling down my thighs, making me feel so hot and wild. My nipples throbbed beneath my shell as I rose and performed a high-kick, holding my leg and balancing for a moment, doing a vertical split.

I could feel my pussy lips part, the cum pouring out of me and down my left thigh. My admires roared their excitement, reaching over the edge of the stands, their naked tits swaying. The two cherub-faced girls had such lust in their eyes and the busty, brown-haired teacher looked on the verge of a pouncing like a hungry cougar.

I think that was Miss Baumgartner, one of my little sister’s teachers.

“And there is Kimmie just showing us the proof of Cassandra’s futa-jizz flooding out of her,” boomed the announcer. “You know those two futas had hot sex out there on the field. And I know we all loved it. These futas have hit us hard. They are just wonderful. And I can’t wait for what they have in store for us next!”

Cassandra came up beside me as I lowered my leg, my cum dribbling down both thighs now. There was so much in me. I loved it. We put our arms around each other’s waists, posing, the tips of our dicks rubbing together, hers glistening with my pussy juices.

“This is so amazing,” the redheaded futa said, trembling, her green eyes so wide with excitement. “And there’s Lana and her mom. Mmm, my lover is fingering Lana so hard.”

I had no idea who was Lana. My eyes were on my admirers.

Amy fell to her knees before us as the rest of the squad cheered and pounced. The strawberry-blonde cheerleader looked up at us with her blue eyes. I bet she still had my jizz leaking out of her ass. She grasped both our dicks, beaming, then took a lick up the underside of Cassandra’s cock to the tip.

“And it looks like Amy is going to blow both futas,” announced the commentator, sounding so excited. “I bet she is loving the taste of Kimmie’s pussy adorning Cassandra’s girl-cock. Kimmie has a sweet tasting pussy, her cream just succulent.”

“She does,” moaned Amy. “So sweet!” Then she sucked on the tip of Cassandra’s cock.
The redheaded futa shuddered, the side of her left breast rubbing into my right as she moaned, “How does the announcer know what your pussy tastes like?”

“The wish?” I shrugged, staring down at Amy’s cheeks hollowing as she bobbed her mouth on Cassandra’s cock.

“Leanan Sidhe is amazing.”

“Uh-huh,” I groaned, shivering.

Amy stroked both our cocks, fisting the bases of our shafts while she worshiped Cassandra’s. Then she popped her mouth off, licking her lips. She pressed the crowns of our dicks together, rubbing the spongy tips against each other. Pleasure fluttered up my shaft to my pussy. My cunt clenched, forcing my more jizz to leak down my thighs.

Oh, I liked that. It was such a ticklish delight.

Amy pressed her lips against both our cocks, open as wide as she could manage. Her face screwed up like she wanted to engulf both our dicks at once. But couldn’t. So she just sucked on our dicks, her cheeks hollowing.

“Pussycats are the best!” cheered the rest of our squad, prancing about us, shaking, twerking, acting so naughtily. “They cum harder than the rest!”

“Yes, they do,” the announcer boomed. “And what’s this? Looks like another Pussycat is joining the fun. Jamie, Kimmie’s little sister, is approaching the futas from behind. And doesn’t she just look cute. At eighteen, she’s the youngest member of the squad. And she has the biggest crush on her big sis. But I think we all knew that.”

I glanced over my shoulder as Amy’s tongue swirled around both our girl-dicks. I shuddered, my sister approaching me, her pompoms rustling in hand. She licked her lips, looking just so adorable. She was petite, her breasts small and perky. Her brown hair fell about that elfin face, her eyes twinkling with lust.

I turned to face the crowd. Pompoms rustled louder behind me, the unmistakable sound of them being dropped. And then I felt hands on my thighs. I shuddered as a hot tongue ran up my inner thigh, starting at my knee, gathering Cassandra’s cum that had leaked out of me. Tingles ran up my leg, making my pussy clench and my dick throb against the redhead’s.

“And Jamie is just hungry for the cum running down her big sis’s leg,” continued the announcer. “I bet we all want her to devour that creampie.”

“DEVOUR! DEVOUR! DEVOUR!”

The crowds booms made me so hot. I flicked my eyes around the stands. More and more people were having sex. Clothes were discarded as Washington College’s student body and faculty mingled in such a naughty way. Girls made out with girls while others sucked boys’, and men’s, cocks. I spotted my MILF math teacher riding a Black student’s cock, her big tits bouncing as she faced us. Two guys fucked one girl, spit-roasting her between them. Beside them, two more girls tribbed their pussies together.

“DEVOUR! DEVOUR! DEVOUR!” they kept shouting as they fucked and writhed.

“Devour your big sis’s creampie!” the two cherub-faced girls said, their naked tits pressed tight again as they ground their hot cunts on each other’s thighs.

“Devour!” the rest of the cheerleaders, minus Amy and Jamie, cheered, slowly raising their pompom’s up, shaking them the entire time. “Devour! Devour!”

I shivered, feeling my little sister’s tongue sliding higher and higher up my thigh, gathering more and more of the cum that had dribbled out of me. I pressed tighter against Cassandra, savoring her breast rubbing on mine, our nipples almost kissing while Amy worshiped our cocks.

The naughty cheerleader stroked our dicks faster and faster as she nibbled and sucked on our futa-cocks. She moaned, her tongue swirling and caressing, teasing us. Then she opened her mouth and sucked on my cock by itself. It was wonderful to be buried in her hungry mouth, her tongue so wild, my cum wanting to spurt out of the depths of my pussy.

“DEVOUR! DEVOUR! DEVOUR!”

“And Jamie is coming closer and closer to her big sis’s pussy,” the announcer said, his excitement building like a soccer commentator. “She’s lapping up all the creamy jizz as she nears her prize. Kimmie must be going wild in anticipation for that incestuous tongue to reach her messy cunt!”

I was. It was torture feeling Jamie’s tongue lapping and brushing my thighs. She worked higher and higher, switching between my legs in her quest to savor every drop of Cassandra’s jizz. The pleasure shot through my body, building the pressure deeper and deeper in my cunt.

Amy popped her mouth off my dick, sucking now on Cassandra’s. The futa groaned beside me, her face twisting in delight. She shifted, her nipple grazing mine. I loved that, another naughty sensation shooting through me.

“So good,” she moaned then groaned in disappointment as Amy switched cocks again.

I gasped at the sudden wet sucking engulfing my dick. It was so hot and delicious. I shivered and wiggled. My sister climbed higher and higher. The crowded shouted more and more as they writhed in passion on the stands.

And then my sister nuzzled at the lips of my pussy. I groaned, her tongue fluttering through my folds, reaching inside me to scoop out Cassandra’s girl-jizz. My eyes widened. Pleasure rushed through me at the incestuous thrill.

“And Jamie has made it!” boomed the announcer. The stands erupted. “Little Jamie is plunging her tongue into her big sis’s pussy, making our favorite brunette futa moan and gasp. Incestuous pleasure is racing through her body as she savors her little sister’s licking tongue. What a treat for us all!”

“Yes!” I moaned.

“Go, Jamie, go!” the other cheerleaders began as they pranced around us, Becky’s big boos heaving, nubile Linh falling into a wide split. Daniqua twerked her great ass at the crowd, rubbing her pompoms into her boobs.

I bet those tassels felt amazing on their tits.

I shuddered, my pussy clenching as my little sister’s tongue probed into my depths. She stirred around inside of me, driving me wild as she searched for more and more of Cassandra’s cum. As she did that, Amy sucked back and forth from Cassandra’s and my cocks, spending just enough time to make us gasp and moan.

Cassandra swayed beside me. Her green eyes flashed across the crowd as she moaned. Her hand pulled tighter against my hip while my hand slid down to her ass. I had my little sister licking my pussy.

She needed some extra attention.

I squeezed her ass, feeling her butt-cheeks. They were so firm and nice. Then I found the heat between her cheeks, wiggling into her crack. She gasped, glancing at me, our nipples pressing together as she turned her body. Her smile grew as I circled her sphincter.

“And Kimmie’s up to her own naughty fun,” the announcer said, breathless. Was he up there jerking off his cock to us? “She’s got her fingers between her fellow futa’s butt-cheeks and… Yes! She’s fingering Cassandra’s asshole.”

The redhead moaned as I shoved two fingers into her velvety asshole. My dick throbbed, Amy sucking hard on it as I pumped my digits in and out of Cassandra’s bowels. My pussy clenched on my little sister’s licking tongue, the pleasure swirling through me, making me drunk with excitement.

“CUM! CUM! CUM!” the crowd chanted.

I was getting closer, and so was Cassandra. She moaned and gasped, her body trembling as I fingered her asshole. Her bowels were so velvety tight about my cock. She turned her head and kissed me hard on the lips.

I moaned, Amy stroking my dick so fast as she sucked on Cassandra’s. My tongue dueled with hers. My sister lapped one last time through my pussy before she licked up my taint, her hands pulling my butt-cheeks apart.

I think my anal fingering inspired Jamie. I shuddered as she pressed her face between my butt-cheeks. Her tongue dragged through my crack and found my sphincter. She moaned as she tongued my sour asshole. Earlier, she had cleaned my dick off of Amy’s ass.

My little sister was an anal fiend.

“And Jamie is now rimming her big sis’s ass,” panted the announcer. He was definitely masturbating up in the booth. Or maybe had a cute girl sucking on his cock. “Sources tell me Jamie has quite the fetish for anal rimming porn. She maybe eighteen, but she’s found some nasty spots on the web. Lesbian ass-licking is her favorite, and she’s indulging on her big sister.

“Holy shit,” I gasped, breaking the kiss with Cassandra, Amy sucking now on my cock. I had no idea my little sister was such a perv. “That’s awesome, Jamie. Oh, keep licking my asshole.”

“It’s soooo good,” she moaned, barely audible over the cheering crowd.

Everything was crashing through me now. The crowd roared “CUM!” over and over. My fans cheered, so ecstatic. Everyone was having sex. My dick ached and throbbed as my little sister’s tongue fucked in and out of my asshole, teasing me, driving me wild.

I looked over at Cassandra, her bowels clenching on my fingers, and I knew her climax was approaching. We both had to cum. I glanced down at Amy sucking on our cocks, going back and forth faster and faster. She sensed it.

My pussy clenched. “Oh, fuck, Amy!”

“We’re going to cream your face!” panted Cassandra.

“Yes,” Amy moaned, her blue eyes so bright, her ponytail swaying behind her.

She brought our dicks so close together, jerking them as fast as she could. Her hand flew up and down our shafts. I groaned, my eyes rolling back into my head. The pleasure built and built and built in me. I trembled, my pussy clenching.

She was so hot and sexy. She was just so exciting. My entire body bucked and heaved. Her hand flew up and down our cocks, the tips throbbing together. Cassandra’s asshole clenched on my fingers. My little sister’s tongue swirled through my bowels, rimming me.

And all that pleasure exploded out of me.

“Yes!” I screamed as my cum erupted, painting Amy’s face.

“PUSSYCATS! PUSSYCATS! PUSSYCATS!”

“And Kimmie and Cassandra are hosing Amy’s face with their jizz!” screamed the announcer, his voice so throaty. I hoped he was cumming down a cute girl’s throat. “The two futas are unloading their cum on her face. They are drenching her, coating her in white jizz. Look at it splashing on her cheeks and forehead. It’s dribbling down her neck and falling to her breasts. There is so much cum. Futas ejaculate three times as much as the average porn star, and it shows.”

“I love those facts!” Daniqua groaned, the Black cheerleader staring at Amy with such hungry eyes.

“Uh-huh,” I panted, squirming and trembling, moaning with Cassandra.

My asshole spasmed around my little sister’s tongue. My dick ached and throbbed with every eruption. We coated Amy’s face. She had a mask of white jizz covering her features as the rapture flooded through my mind.

“Kimmie!” squealed my fan club. “We love you!”

I groaned as the final spurt shot out of me. My little sister kept tonguing my asshole. I shivered, Cassandra beaming beside me. She looked so hot. So sexy. Her cock nudged mine as Amy fell back on the grass, her breasts bouncing.

Daniqua, Becky, and Linh were on her, licking up the cum from her face. The three cheerleaders lapped at the jizz like three hungry kittens at the milk saucer. They bathed her face, gathering every salty drop they could.

“And what naughty act will Kimmie perform next,” the announcer said, his voice sounding so satiated. Maybe the cute girl was bouncing her pussy on his cock. “Already, the Jaguars have scored another touchdown as the 4th Quarter starts.”

I glanced at Cassandra, arching an eyebrow.

“DP,” she said, reading my mind.

“DP.”

My little sister pulled her lips from my asshole. She stuck her head between Cassandra and me, twisting her neck to peer up at us. “What’s DP?”

“Double penetration,” I grinned at her. “Our dicks fucking you at the same time.”

“Doesn’t that sound hot?” Cassandra asked.

“Both of you? In my pussy at the same time? Wow!”

My eyes widened. I meant to have one of us fuck her asshole and the other her pussy. But the idea of being pressed tight against Cassandra’s hot cock as we fucked my sister’s near virginal pussy surged through me. “Yes! That’s it!”

I didn’t even know if we would fit, but I just felt we could do anything right now. Anything.

“You heard it folks,” the announcer said, “Kimmie and Cassandra are both going to fuck little Jamie’s pussy at the same time. The eighteen-year-old cheerleader is throwing herself down on the grass, lying on her side, ready to be sandwiched and fucked. You can just feel her eager lust.”

I could feel it as I stared at my little sister lying on the ground, her brown hair spilling about the grass. Her small breasts heaved, her pleated skirts clinging to her hips. My dick ached and throbbed. I moved behind my sister, hugging her and pressing my tits into her back while groping her little boobies. I squeezed them, my cock nudging at her pussy.

Cassandra took the front, her green eyes twinkling as her breasts bounced. She scotched closer to my sister until we sandwiched her, both our dicks prodding at the wet folds of Jamie’s cunt. My sister trembled between us as Cassandra reached down, holding both our cocks in one hand, and guided us to my sister’s opening.

“You ready?” I asked Jamie, nuzzling her ear. “You ready to get really fucked by two futas?”

“Yes,” she moaned, trembling.

I squeezed her little boobies as I thrust. Cassandra thrust at the same moment. Both our cocks pressed at my little sister’s cunt. I knew this was impossible, it had to be. Jamie was so tight when I popped her cherry.

But there was magic in the air. Magic in our cocks. I groaned, feeling my little sister’s pussy lips spreading as slowly, bit-by-bit, we worked our dicks into her. My eyes widened as her hot, sucking cunt engulfed the crowns our futa-cocks.

“And they’re in her!” shouted the announcer.

The crowd exploded, thundering in excitement as Cassandra and I pressed our cocks deeper and deeper and deeper into my little sister’s once virginal cunt. Her hot, tight, silky flesh pressed my dick into Cassandra’s. Our shafts throbbed together. The friction was incredible. It was so intimate sharing my little sister with her.

And she loved it. Jamie spasmed between us. Her body shook and convulsed. She screamed out her passion. I felt her heart racing beneath her small breasts. Her petite body spasmed when we buried all the way into her.

She was cumming by the time we started pulling back. Her pussy went wild about our dicks. My eyes widened, and Casandra moaned her enjoyment. Our hips moved together, fucking our cocks slowly in and out of my sister’s pussy, savoring the pleasure of her embrace.

“Yes, yes, yes,” gasped my little sister, her voice so tight. “Fuck me! Ravish me!”

We did.

Our dicks plunged over and over into the tight heaven of my baby sister’s pussy. Her flesh spasmed, convulsed, and milked our cocks. It was rapture. The pleasure rippled down my shaft, the friction so tight, so magical. The roar of the crowd faded. The cheers, the announcers commentary, the moans of my fellow cheerleaders all vanished.

There was just the three of us fucking. Pure, carnal fucking.

I pinched and rolled my little sister’s nipples. I teased her as her pussy clenched and relaxed on my dick. Her hot juices flooded out, warming my thighs and crotch. Her tart musk filled my nose as I nibbled on her ear.

“So good,” she groaned, her body still cumming as we pumped into her. “Oh, Kimmie! This is the best.”

“Uh-huh,” I panted, my pussy clenching as I worked my cock in and out of her cunt.

“I love feeling your dick on mine,” Cassandra groaned, her voice so tight. “Oh, Kimmie, let’s really fuck your little sister. Pound her. Cum in her!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned.

Our thrusts grew harder, faster. Jamie’s pussy juices lubed the way. Our dicks were so slick, they slid past each other with ease. We lost our rhythmic thrusts as our own lusts swelled. The heat built and built inside of us.

I fucked my sister harder and harder. My crotch slapped into her ass, my dick sliding against Cassandra’s. She was thrusting in as I was pulling out. The crowns of our dicks met and kissed for brief moments wrapped up in the silky heat of my little sister’s cunt.

I kissed my sister, my nipples throbbing into her back. Cassandra nuzzled against our lips, her tongue licking our mouths as she moaned, slamming her dick past mine into my sister’s cunt. Jamie moaned into the kiss, shuddering as she kept cumming and cumming.

I kept giving her such wild pleasure.

The heat swelled in my ovaries. That aching need rose and rose. My ass and pussy clenched as I thrust in. My juices flooded out as my excitement swelled and swelled, mixing with Jamie’s and Cassandra’s cream.

“Oh, my god,” Cassandra moaned. “I’m going to flood your pussy!”

Jamie broke the kiss. “Do it! Both of you! Flood me! Dump your cum into my pussy!”

“Yes,” I hissed, my hips pumping faster and faster.

The pleasure shivered through me as my orgasm built and built. Tingles raced through my body. I was drunk on the passion of double-penetrating my little sister’s pussy before hundreds of cheering, fucking spectators.

It was like the futa-fairy had taken my fantasies and multiplied them by a million. This was so hot. So kinky. So wild.

“Jamie!” I moaned, pumping so hard into her pussy, sliding through her spasming cunt and past Cassandra’s aching dick.

“Cum in me!” she screamed.

“CUM IN HER! CUM IN HER!” I heard the crowd chanting.

The other cheerleaders surrounded us, Amy’s face almost licked clean of cum, pumping their pompoms, waiting for that spectacular eruption. I shuddered, thrusting faster and faster, the orgasm rising in me.

A horn blared, sounding the end of the game.

My cock and Cassandra’s buried into my little sister’s cunt.

Our cum exploded out of us.

Jizz painted my little sister’s snatch.

It boiled out of us.

Blast after blast of cum flooded her. I felt it swirl around our dicks. There was so much girl-jizz pumped into Jamie’s cunt that it spurted out around our cocks. It splashed my thighs. My little sister screamed her head off, cumming so hard.

“So good!” she screamed.

“As the two futas cum in Jamie’s cunt, the Jaguars win 63-6 in the single-most lopsided victory in Jaguar history! And it was all thanks to the futa-cheerleaders!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned as the crowd thundered their excitement.

My back arched, nipples throbbing against my little sister’s back, as the final blast of my cum spurted into her depths. I drifted on my exhibitionist high. This was the hottest game of my life. I had so much fun.

I was so glad I could share this with my fellow cheerleaders. Especially the newest members of our squad.

The rest of the night was a blur of sex. The entire cheer team crashed Lana’s slumber party. It was hot watching Mrs. Teller, Cassandra’s MILF lover, devour the creampie I made in her daughter’s pussy. We fucked until dawn.

And like Becky said, at dawn our futa-cocks vanished. But they came back the next evening.

So long as I had a futa-cock, I could do whatever I wanted in public. I could flash people, fuck people, and no one would care. They would all think it was perfectly normal. But during the day, I couldn’t get away with anything.

School was even weirder. They all talked about how great the game and how hot the sex was, boasting about who they fucked or fingered or ate. Girls who were straight would gush about eating pussy. Guys would boast about fucking teachers. But there was no weird, sexual energy. None of the teachers at all acted like they would fuck their students. Those straight girls had no interest in each other.

Until game night came. When us cheerleaders were on the field, strutting our stuff, fucking and having so much fun, it was a free-for-all of sex. All the rules were lifted thanks to my wish.

And I can happily say, the Jaguars never lost a game when the Pussycats were cheering.

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Leanan Sidhe watched her cum arch into the air over the boardwalk and plummet into the sapphire beauty of the sea, adding a few more drops of white foam to the waves. She shuddered, feeling Kimmie’s perverse desires being satiated for the first time. She felt her and Cassandra, another client, climaxing together.

And in Kimmie’s little sister. How positively wicked of her.

The futa-fairy’s wings hummed as a shiver passed through her.

She frowned, feeling the touch of cold intruding on Summer’s domain. Ice cracked below. She peered into the sea’s water, seeing a smooth mirror of blue-white appear. A face appeared, voluptuous and mature, farmed by violet hair with just a hint of a mischievous twinkle in her silver eyes.

Leanan Sidhe’s own ancient, silver eyes narrowed. “Esquire of Winter.”

“So, Parkland, Washington is where you’re playing these days,” the purring, hungry voice of the Winter Esquire said. “How wonderful. I can’t wait to join the fun.”

Leanan Sidhe’s wings buzzed faster as the ice mirror shattered beneath Summer’s heat.

The END of Kimmie’s Tale

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Chapter 1.

At last, she allowed him to cum, letting his seed spurt into her mouth in almost painful spasms of ejaculation. Her tight grip at the base of his cock released, allowing the pent up seed to pass, so that it shot through his urethra at blast velocity.

His hips bucked involuntarily, raising his narrow cheeks off the stone slab of the poolside paving, his orgasm ripped through his body. Her lips, locked around his purple head, creating a seal, trapping his viscous fluids until she was certain she had it all. Then, as the small tensions subsided, she let his come dribble from between her painted lips, to run down his shaft and coalesce at the base of his shaven cock.

For a moment, she was quite happy to let his milky white substance, pool in the little hollow where root met body, while she held his, still rigid cock, in her mouth, savouring the after taste of his spend. Then, in exquisite and deliberate slowness, she lowered her head, taking his entire length into her throat until her lips met the resistance of his balls and groin.

She sucked around his girth, causing the cooling cum to pass between her lips and his cock once again, to return to the warmth of her mouth. When she was satisfied she had sucked it all back into her mouth, she slowly lifted her head, allowing his shaft to emerge from her throat and between her lips until only the very tip was all that joined them.

She swallowed then, her throat working the globules of seminal fluid to the back of her throat before sliding down into her gullet.

Chrissie stood, water cascading from her heavy, bare breasts that were swinging slightly. A lascivious smile played over her lips as she licked them clean of his residue. The shallow water came to her navel, distorting the view of her lower half.

It had been sheer torture for him. Chrissie, it was now abundantly clear, was an expert on prolonging the moment of release and had kept him on the edge for something like two hours. The constant erection had become uncomfortable in the end, but served to sweeten the release. He felt sure that, had it not been in her mouth, he probably would have managed to hit the glass ceiling of the in-door pool-house, so powerful had his eruption been. Mike closed his eyes for a moment’s respite.

In that two hour session, she had ridden him mercilessly, grinding herself against his groin, almost tearing his cock off with the firmness of her muscles. She had, had him eat her, demanding he suck on her clit and labia until his mouth ached. Throughout, she had been the controlling influence, her demands were to be met before all else, then, and only then, was he allowed his release.

Chrissie leaned and planted a kiss on his lips. Her tits brushed against the cooling skin of his shoulder. He could taste his cum on her tongue as it slid between his teeth. He wasn’t sure he liked it, but with no choice in the matter, endured it.

His advertisement in the newspaper shop was starting to pay dividends. Chrissie was his fifth customer in the two and a half weeks since the advert went up, announcing his services as a compliant escort. He did think to himself though, that his price needed to go up. Not that he was being greedy, just that a higher price would be less attractive to the poorer end of the market, meaning that he might have a better, more entertaining evening.

Chrissie had been the first customer hiring him who had money and all the trappings that go with it. If he was in it just for the sex, then it wouldn’t be a problem, but that wasn’t his only motive. It would be fantastic to find a rich woman to sponsor him through the remainder of his studies.

Wealthier women had less hang ups too, he supposed. Guilt wouldn’t cloud the after effects of a pleasant afternoon in his company. Oddly enough, it seemed that with the luxury of money came a certain spirit of adventure. A rich woman seemed to have far more experience and a desire to have her wants attended to, than say, a woman who had to work for a living. Perhaps it was the availability of time in which to play and explore or, a greater boredom and time to fill.

Chrissie paid him, cash, in a plain white envelope. Neither of them hurried to dress, she preferred a silky house coat which flapped open at the front showing her enhanced breasts and surgically flattened stomach. Her wealth bought a body more in keeping with someone half her age. They left the cool confines of the pool house to return to the living room where the afternoons entertainment had started, then on further to the vaulted lobby at the foot of the stairs.

Mike leant forward, kissing her cheek as he opened the main entrance door.

“Thank you Michael.” She breathed against his ear. He didn’t correct her, knowing that she got a small, perverse pleasure, calling him Michael instead of Mike. “That was just perfect.”

“You have my number.” He answered, indicating his new business card that still sat, pristine, on the marble topped occasional table by the door. Her nod effectively dismissed him.

He stepped through into the coolness of the porch then, into the harsh sunlight of an August day. The heat hit him immediately, taking his breath away momentarily. Robert, his given name, not the professional one used on his business card, drove home to a cool shower and a study session.

Before he hit the music books, he briefly checked his answer phone, noticing the red light blinking. Two messages, the first from his mother telling him he was expected that Saturday, the ‘Old Man’s birthday bash’. It was hard to think of him as seventy. The other message was a little more cryptic, but then turned out to be one of the several cross dressers that had latched onto his advert, wanting to be ‘out on the town’ with a man on their arm. Robert deleted both and reset the machine.

So far, it had been easy to keep his two worlds apart. Lucy, his part-time girlfriend had no idea about his cash raising scheme. He had been careful to note where she would be so that they wouldn’t clash, not that it would be too much of a problem, it was a loose arrangement they shared, but it might prove tricky to explain if she saw him with different women all the time. It was though, quite tiring, having a slight effect on his progress through studying classical music. Falling asleep never endears one to the lecturer and does mean you missed the vital points of the lecture. Power Point notes just didn’t convey the real meaning of what the Lecturer was trying to get across.

The phone trilled. Robert realised that he had been snoozing and came back to life with a start.

“Hello?”

“Hello, is that Mike?” The female voice asked. She sounded as if she were shouting down a long tunnel, obviously a mobile.

Hearing his working name, Robert instantly reached for a pad and pen he kept just for these calls.

“Yes, Mike speaking.” He waited for her to continue, hearing a rustling, then a loud noise. The line went quiet for a second, then her voice again.

“Sorry, I dropped the phone.” She sounded young and nervous.

“What can I do for you er…?

“Oh! Sally, sorry. I’m a bit… um… well, you understand.” She paused. “I eh… well I need an escort for a function.

They talked further and made arrangements to meet for a coffee the next morning. Robert dropped the receiver and hit the books. Vivaldi wasn’t his favourite composer, finding his music a bit too frenetic for his tastes, but it had to be done.

Before going to bed, he called Lucy and invited her down to his parent’s on Saturday. In something of a tired voice, she agreed, said night and dropped the receiver on its cradle, cutting off any chance for a chat. He figured she had someone with her, but was too tired to be curious.

Sally looked pretty much as he had imagined her. An elfin face was framed by brown ringlets that sat atop a thin framed, narrow shouldered girl. She wasn’t unpleasant to look at, but not really his type, he didn’t go for the diminutive in a woman, preferring self assurance and a body to match.

She stood as he approached her table, a questioning and hopeful look in her eyes.

“Mike?” She stood around five feet four inches, definitely under ten stone and trembling over every inch.

“Hi, you must be Sally, would you like another coffee?” He asked, noting that she had emptied a large latte already. The cup looked cold, as if she had been there some time.

“Um sure…yes…why not?” Her nervous smile crinkled the edges of her eyes. Mid thirties he thought, single, probably a career girl.

“Two sugars right?”

“How did you… yes please.” He pointed at the sugar tubes opened on the saucer.

“Elementary.” He laughed at his small joke and was pleased to see she had understood the reference to Sherlock Holmes. She wasn’t entirely unread then.

Robert was able to study her in the reflection of the mirror behind the bar. Sally fussed with her floral dress, arranging, then, rearranging the folds as they fell over her knees. She fidgeted constantly, showing her agitation in jerky, incessant movements. Her dress hung off the shoulder with a fashionably low neck line, a copy of early sixties fashion with large flowers in red and pink printed on the voluminous material. Had she been slightly well endowed with breasts, it might have been revealing, fetching even, but on her, looked rather too much for her spare frame.

She had no jewellery on not even a watch adorned her body. Her fingers were very long, almost disproportionate to the rest of her hand, slender, but not quite bony. Thin wrists led to slender arms eventually lost in the dropped sleeve. Briefly, he imagined her naked, the image didn’t fire his emotions.

The Barista handed him his change and two milky coffees on a tray, telling him the sugar was on a stand at the end of the counter. Robert loaded the saucers with the multicoloured tubes of sugar and a wooden stirrer each.

“So, tell me, what’s the function you’re going to?” He placed the coffee in front of her as he sat opposite.

“It’s a presentation at the Lancaster Hotel. A dinner and dance event, its a couple’s night and well… I needed someone to go with…” She didn’t quite say that she didn’t have a boyfriend, but the pause filled in the blanks.

“…I wanted to go; it’s my first time and, well…” She ran out of words, her embarrassment painfully obvious by the flush in her cheeks and her hands wringing just below the table top. He couldn’t miss her profound shyness and began to realise just how much this meeting was costing her, his admiration for her resolve increased.

“What do you do?” He thought, by subtly changing the cadence of their introductions to familiar territory, she might relax a little.

“I’m an Accountant for a law firm, been there for a few years. Its okay, but the hours are long. I don’t get out much…” She puttered to a halt, still nervously wringing her hands in her lap, keeping her eyes downcast.

“…anyway, how does this work” She might be nervous, but he liked her directness of purpose.

They sat over the coffee and discussed his fee for the evening, when and where to meet, then, left for their separate ways with a date for the Friday evening. She had arranged for a limousine to first pick him up and then her, on the way to the hotel.

At seven, Friday evening, Robert locked his front door and pocketed the keys in his rented tuxedo. The waiting stretched limo drove to her address in Chelsea, a narrow mews off of Flood Street.

Sally looked as if she should have wings sprouting from her back. Clothed as she was in a ball gown made up of layers of diaphanous gauzy materials, her elfin looks were highlighted, giving the effect of a wingless fairy. He marvelled at just how delicate she was, realising that she probably would be a size eight or less. Her hair rose up from her face, looking like it might be supported by some kind of hidden structure before falling, unhindered to her shoulders. It had been straightened and coloured lighter than her natural brown.

“You look fabulous.” His compliment evinced a radiant smile which spread further when he offered her a trousseau of bright yellow orchids on a wrist band.

“Thank you.” She smiled into his eyes as he closed the car door, taking care not to catch her foot in its glittering shoe.

The food was very good, several courses ranging from game, fish, fowl and red meats, each accompanied by complimentary wine, all served by hovering, liveried waiters, in a never ending supply, it seemed.

Sally was to receive one of the top awards, a partnership in the company after scoring a huge deal in Australia and Singapore. She returned back to their table clutching a glass and marble trophy and a grin that threatened to split her face. The award was a complete surprise to her, adding to the thrill of the achievement.

Some time later, when the room started to become louder, when drink induced conversations reached a cacophonous level, Sally leaned towards Robert and suggested that they make their exit. She had downed several flutes of champagne and was somewhat the worse for it.

They found the limousine, eventually, the driver was leaning against the side, smoking and chatting with other drivers who were also waiting for their charges. Robert opened the door for her and had to guide her in where her balance was off by a few degrees and one hand clutched the trophy.

The journey to her Chelsea mews was in complete silence, even the car whispered noiselessly through the London streets.

“Do you want to come up?” She asked him, her eyes unfocused, peering at his face.

“Um, okay, I’ll see you in.” Robert dismissed the driver, telling him he would catch a cab.

The combination of champagne and fresh air hit Sally quite suddenly. A hand flew to her mouth as if to dam anything from spewing out. It failed. She threw up in retching heaves, managing to aim it all into a concrete flower planter. She accepted his handkerchief and wiped her mouth while trying to apologise.

He gently took her arm and steered her through the entrance door of her apartment block whose mews entrance belied the space behind the glass door, then, eventually to her door. Robert unlocked the door, taking her keys from her fumbling hands.

Sally rushed for the toilet as soon as she got to the marble floored entrance hall as another bout threatened to disable her. He found the living room and waited, listening to her retching, intent on just making sure she was okay before he left. He laid her keys on a glass topped coffee table that took centre place of her sparsely furnished apartment. What furniture there was spoke of quality, but was understated in whites or a slight variation.

Sally came into the living room some ten minutes later, very much better and steadier than she had been. Her eyes had cleared and the ruddiness of inebriation had gone.

“Look, I should go, we can have that coffee another time.” He sympathised with her distress, hadn’t he been in a similar condition himself on far too many occasions.

“No! Please sit, have a drink.” There was a hint of desperation in her voice accentuated with staccato movements.

“I um… well I had hoped you would stay for a while. I will pay the extra of course.” She stood in front of him, nervously wringing her hands, looking, for all the world, like a female version of Uriah Heap from the Dickens novel, ‘ever so ‘umble.’

It seemed the expulsion of alcohol had sobered her up, but allowed the nerves to return.

“Look, I won’t be a moment.” Without warning, she turned and fled back down the corridor, that lead off the living room. Alone, Robert sat on the nearest armchair to await her return.

Five minutes passed, he wasn’t sure if she had run back to the toilet or left the building like Elvis, the silence of the apartment thrummed in his ears as if he suffered from tinnitus, but at a much lower register.

And then, suddenly, from a separate doorway behind him, she came back into the room, a small susurration of sound the only clue he had that she had returned. Robert spun in the chair and was confronted with Sally and a complete costume change.

Her milky white skin was an opposite contrast to the black of a cheap harness, the type Anne Summer catalogues sell. Fake leather straps surrounded her small breasts before joining and disappearing around her back only to return much lower and join just above her pubic bone and then to split again and pass through the gap between her legs, framing her hairless pussy. A studded collar completed the entirety of her attire. That at least, looked like genuine leather and probably was originally meant for a dog.

He almost laughed, but managed to stifle the urge. Her nerves were shot already;]. His mirth would completely unmake her. Dressed, Sally wasn’t exactly endowed, but unclothed, she was quite thin, delicate even, but somehow, not angular as an anorexic might be. Nothing stuck out like ribs or hip bones, it was all just smaller than average. Naked, she had a softness and symmetry that he found rather appealing.

She stood, her left knee cocked in front of her right leg, closing the natural gap between her legs. Her arms hung to her sides and slightly around her back so that he could not see her hands, but suspected that she had also bought herself a pair of handcuffs. Unbidden, a mental picture of fluffy pink fur came to mind, it made him smile.

“Do you like?” She coquettishly tilted her head, waiting for his approval.

“I… um… well it is a surprise.” He smiled again and, as if that was all she had been waiting for, was almost startled at her rush toward him. She threw herself face down on the floor at his feet. He winced imagining the hurt it must have caused her spare frame as she connected with the marble floor tiles. She had indeed shackled her hands behind her back, the cuffs looked real.

“Take me Master,” she yelled, “I’m your’s to do with as you please.”

Robert was taken aback somewhat by the sudden turn of events and wasn’t sure quite what to do with her for a moment. Certainly, her earlier demeanour hadn’t given any clue to this brazen side of her.

He collected his thoughts and decided to play along with the game.

Using the toe of his patent leather shoe, he hooked her under an elbow and flipped her over. A combination of coldness from the tiles and the force of her landing on them had made her nipples stand erect. Her skin showed red where she had landed on the floor. Not for the first time did he wonder why women with tiny breasts had large nipples, large than usual. These stood prominently, coloured and darkened, as if painted with henna.

He rested his foot lightly on her flat stomach and peered down at her from his seated position and stared at her while he asked.

“So my little slave, what have you been up to eh?”

Her eyes flicked away from the intensity of his gaze.

“I have been very bad master; I got drunk at a party and threw up. I must be punished as you see fit. May I get you a cane?”

Fucking hell! He thought to himself, this woman is really into it.

“Yes you had better. Go now before it is too late.”

Somewhat awkwardly, she got to her knees and then stood only to rush out of the room the moment she had her feet under her and then return a few seconds later with a thin riding crop in her mouth. Again, she threw herself down at his feet, but on her knees this time and dropped the crop as a retrieving dog would.

He picked it up, hefting the weight in his right hand. It was no pretend thing the blackened leather was stiff except for the leather loop at the end of the braided handle.

“Stand up.” He ordered. She stood, trembling slightly, but whether that was anticipation or nerves, he wasn’t sure.

“Now lean over the arm of the chair.” She complied wordlessly, offering her milky white buttocks to him as she bent at the waist and rested on the chair arm with her feet on the floor.

Robert stood and surveyed her flawless, alabaster coloured skin, before swishing the crop and slapping it into the palm of his hand. It stung, but served to let him know that he would need to be gentle, if he didn’t want to hurt her.

He flicked the looped end, lightly striking her exposed bottom. She yelped dutifully and a small red mark showed the point of contact. He flicked at her again, hitting the other cheek. Again, she yelped and stiffened a little.

“Master must punish me,” she muttered, “but master must punish me hard, my sins are so great.”

He took the hint and smacked her ass a little harder, making sure that she felt it.

“Harder.”

His next blow was more than he would have chosen, but was exactly what she was pleading for. His subsequent blows, he aimed so that none hit the same spot, brought yells from her pleading for more and yes, harder yet.

Her ass was looking quite red now, but she begged for just a little more absolution. He struck her twice more, using force he knew would really hurt, but all she did was moan and thank him with each strike.

It was doing nothing for Robert, hitting women, even in sexual play was not his idea of a fun time, but being the professional he was, he performed to their wishes, after all, they were paying and it was their fantasies he was catering to.

“Stand up, slut.” He commanded. She folded her knees and managed to stand without the benefit of her hands.

“Now kneel on the floor.”

He watched as she bent one knee then the other so that she knelt upright in front of him on the floor. Her nose was approximately level with his groin. Deliberately slowly, Robert slid the tab of his zipper down, all the time watching her eyes that seemed to be transfixed on his actions. He pulled the flap of his fly to one side and with a little effort, snagged his underpants as well, freeing his cock. It unfolded and emerged into the light of the room.

The crop left a red welt across her breast. One more slash, another red welt pointing to her nipple across her left breast was all it needed for her to be quivering, mouth open, gasping and a light perspiration on her brow. He dropped the crop onto the settee.

“Now my little slave, use your mouth and make sure you do it well.”

“Yes Master.” She mumbled, just before his cock began to pass between her lips. Her mouth was warm and a willing recipient. She suckled on him, bringing his flaccid prick to gradual hardness.

He grabbed her hair at the back of her head, winding it around his fingers. Gently, but insistently, he forced her to swallow as much of his length as he dared, little deeper then, pulled her head back, only to pull her onto him again. In this way, he slowly mouth fucked her, she didn’t resist in any way. It occurred to Robert that she would probably have allowed him to spew his come in her throat. Instead, he took his cock out of her mouth and slapped her cheek with it.

“Does my little slave want to be used?” He waited a heartbeat for an answer then, asked, “Is my little slut ready to be fucked?”

“Yes sir.” Her head was bowed so her answer was quiet.

“What did you say?”

“I said, yes sir, please fuck me.”

“Rise slave.”

She stood. Robert grasped the riding crop from the settee and then, taking her arm, steered her toward the bedroom. As with the rest of the apartment, everything was white or a shade of white, in a minimalistic way, it had elegance to it. Colour came from the duvet cover, being a deep blue. He found he liked the d?r but would have liked a little more furniture, possibly.

He guided her to the edge of the queen-sized bed. She stood, stock still awaiting his command. He pushed her forward so that she fell, face down on the bed and, before she had time to react, he lashed her buttocks with the crop, leaving a livid red welt across both, already reddened cheeks.

“Spread your legs.”

Her legs parted, but not enough for his liking, so he gave her another reminder with the crop. Her legs flew apart, exposing her pussy lips that pouted and were trapped between the straps of her harness, pushing them out. Without any force, he swiped her imprisoned lips with the crop, evincing a yelp of surprise from her. She quivered expectantly, waiting for the next lash of the whip.

Robert dropped his clothes to the floor and knelt between her parted legs.

“Kneel up.” It wasn’t easy to do, but eventually, she had her knees under her body, making her little ass rounded.

He felt her cunt, running finger tips over her labia and then between her lips. Her little box was red hot and ready for him if her wetness was any indication. He pushed a finger into her, making it feel as if it was done with force, but in truth, quite gently. He was mindful that she was much smaller than he and it would be all too easy to hurt her.

His finger was joined by another. In the position she was, with her head on the bed and her ass in the air, her lips opened for him as did her body. For a brief moment, as light hit her at the right angle, he glimpsed into her depths.

He expertly slipped a condom on with one hand while fingering her with the other.

Robert adjusted his position and shoved his length into her box up to the hilt.

“Oh yes Master, fuck me.”

He slapped her shoulder with the crop.

“I didn’t tell you to talk.” He slapped her again and was rewarded with a squeal of shock and delight.

His paced picked up. Robert was soon pumping into her, his cock getting harder as it found new depths in which to plunder her body. He lent forward, passing the handle of the riding crop in front of her until he managed to get in into her mouth like a horse bit.

He pulled her up, grasping the crop on either side, trusting that she would grip it in her teeth. Her new angle allowed him to push even further into her, his balls were slapping against her clit. She was grunting in time with his thrusts as her body accepted his total.

Suddenly, she came with a howl, but Robert was still a way off from his climax, so he continued to fuck her in this variation of doggy, still forcing her head back with the crop in her teeth. She came again, and then again, shaking as each climax smashed through her body and her cries reflected his thrusts.

He let go of the crop and grabbed her breasts as if for leverage and began to pump into her in earnest, driving him towards the culmination of the act.

“Get on the floor now.”

Somewhat inelegantly, he slipped backward to allow her to comply. Equally, and some what unsteadily, she managed to kneel on the floor. Robert stood in front of her and rubbed his cock, aiming it at her face.

“Take off the rubber slave.” She could only use her teeth; her hands were still clasped in the hand cuffs.

A few more pumps on his naked cock had his come hit her cheeks and spray over her forehead and eyes. Her lips parted to allow a little to enter her mouth.

“Thank you Master.” She said once he had finished spraying her with his milky seed.

“This slave needed to be punished and thanks you for the gift of his seed.”

Later, after the promised coffee, Robert left her home. The sun was just creeping up over the horizon of the Thames. He was totally shattered and pleased with the extra two hundred pounds she had given him. He was also thrilled with her comments about how he had interpreted her desires so well. A job well done to the satisfaction of all parties and might well be repeated at some time in the future.

Chapter 2

“Change please, change please.”

The singsong voice pleaded but, without the conviction you might expect from someone, truly desperate. Robert had seen the same guy in his regular spot in Charing Cross Underground for as long as her had been commuting to London. The street beggar never seemed to alter and didn’t look particularly needy. His clothes were of a good standard, hair combed and short and certainly, he wasn’t mal-nourished.

He passed the sitting man, thinking that he can’t even be bothered with the “Spare” from the usual phrase “Spare change please” associated with street begging in the town.

It was Monday and Robert was trying to recoup from the heavy weekend. His night with the Accountant had taken a huge chunk out of his energy reserves. The drive to Eastbourne, where his parents lived, had been slow with holiday traffic and then, after a late finish to the party, Lucy had attacked his body like a desperate animal, starving and frenetic in her need.

As was often the case, they argued on the way back. Robert couldn’t understand why, after a session where Lucy climaxed, she would launch into him as if guilt drove her to denial. It was as if she was punishing herself for enjoying sex and, in her self flagellation, punished those around her. Privately, Robert thought she had a hang up that needed the services of a shrink. This was possibly one of the main reasons that both of them couldn’t commit to any real future with each other.

Robert had dropped her at home, a perfunctory kiss on his cheek as she opened the car door and then, she was gone, with no goodbye or backward glance as if she was shutting out the last few hours, cutting it out of her memory.

He had a message on the answer phone, but it was only his mother saying thank you for coming and the present. He slept for four hours before showering and catching the tube to UCL where he had a lecture on modern influence and sudden rise in popularity of classical music.

Dinner that night was a hastily cooked scrambled eggs and toast, washed down with a glass of beer, warm from sitting on the window sill in the sunshine. Robert caught up with some of his studying and reviewed his dissertation, avoiding the urge to dump it in the recycle bin.

His evening was rescued by the trill of the phone.

“Hello.”

“Hi is that Michael?” Robert reached for his pad.

“Yes, Michael speaking, how can I help you?”

“Hi, my name’s Rachel, I need an escort for this weekend and wondered if you were free. I saw your advert in the local newspaper. Is that your real picture?”

“Hi Rachel, yep that’s me. The weekend is free at the moment. What did you have in mind?”

“Oh! It’s just a party, but is meant to be his and hers. The ‘hers’ is not a problem, but the ‘his’ might be. So, as a last resort, I hoped you could be my escort for the evening.”

Robert took her details, discussed his fee of two hundred pounds for a six hour stint. The party was in Essex, they agreed to take a cab from her address. Dress was to be smart casual.

Saturday evening found him outside her flat in an East London Suburb. He had opted for a pair of stone coloured chinos, a Paul Smith shirt and a tan blazer that hadn’t seen the light of day for quite some time. Brown deck shoes completed the ensemble. He felt comfortably dressed and quite ready for the evening’s entertainments.

Rachel, when she answered the door to his press on the bell push, was nothing like her voice might have suggested. On the telephone, her voice, in its lightness, suggested someone on the diminutive side. Rachel was anything but diminutive. Although not obese, Rachel was heavily built. She stood in her Jeans and a multicoloured blouse at around five feet nine with broad shoulders and a heavy set body supported on thick legs that filled the jeans.

Her smile though, was quite charming and went with her chatty personality very well. She had made her face using just hints of colour over her eyes and a light blush to her cheeks. Robert liked the way her short brown hair had been cut into her neck, shaped like a wedge, he noticed the subtle highlights of red.

“Ready?” She asked him breezily as she checked the door and carefully placed her keys into a side pocket of the leather purse.

The cab had been waiting at the curb. Rachel gave the driver her invitation card with the address on it. Co-ordinates pressed into his sat-nav, they set off to what turned out to be a converted barn in Chalfont Saint Peter in rural Essex. Robert paid the driver and secured his services for the return journey later in the evening.

Her tickets were checked at the door by two very large men in black suits and black ties that looked like they might be strangling the muscle bound guys. Robert thought the suits might have had to be sprayed on.

The next three hours passed much too slowly. The music wasn’t to Robert’s taste, he had never really developed a liking for sixties pop. Rachel had pretty much dumped him by the bar and melted into the crowded dance floor. He caught the occasional glimpse of her dancing with other women and once or twice and also with a guy who looked like he might be a Rugby prop forward, but moved with a grace that belied his bulk.

The scotch had been watered down or was such a cheap variety that all the taste and content had been left behind somewhere. He chatted to a couple of people who wanted his space at the bar so they could recharge glasses, but nothing interesting and really, only fragmentary, voices struggling to overcome the loudness of the music.

At last, Rachel found him propping up the bar looking quite bored and more than ready to go home. She had a girl by the wrist and was dragging her behind, almost pulling the poor thing off of her feet.

“This is Sally.” Rachel yelled in his ear. “She’s coming home with us.”

The cab was a little late for the return journey. While they waited in the coolness of the dark night, Rachel and Sally swapped tongues in a display of feminine lust and desperation to get inside each others clothing.

Rachel jumped head first, onto the back seat yanking the slight Sally behind her like a rag doll. Robert found that he had to take the single pull down seat so he was facing the two girls and would have his back to the driver.

Sally smiled and said hi then, even before the driver had engaged gear, turned in the seat, threw a leg over Rachel’s knees and proceeded to French kiss her. Robert had a fleeting glance of white panties as her skirt opened. He watched the two girls as their tongues performed explorations and breathing became quite short. He felt quite spare and extra to use, even slightly voyeuristic as their passions increased.

Sally’s fingers manipulated the buttons of Rachel’s blouse, opening two or three before her hand slipped between the flaps to grasp a breast. Rachel’s hands were equally busy, travelling the length of Sally’s torso and pulling at her clothing as if it might come undone suddenly, as if held together with Velcro.

By the time they reached Sally’s flat, the girls had become completely lost in each other. Although they had managed to retain some modestly by not actually exposing each others body parts, the show they had put on, for their own benefit, had been steamy enough to warrant the cab driver to study the rear view mirror.

Sally and Rachel tumbled out of the cab, giggling and fumbling, leaving Robert to pay off the driver.

“You got yer ‘ands full there mate.” He dryly observed. “’Ope you got the stamina.”

“Somehow, I don’t think I will be needed tonight.” Robert accepted the proffered change and watched the cab draw away with the driver shaking his head.

Robert would have let it go at that point, but he had yet to be paid, so followed the noise of the two women, taking advantage of the doors left open.

He found Rachel in the kitchen fixing what looked like a treble shot of tequila and some strange pink juice. Sally was nowhere to be seen, but could be heard tittering in a close by room.

“Um, look, I’ll leave you two to it then. But, I er… well I haven’t been paid yet Rachel.”

She looked suitably mollified as she fished out an envelope from her bag on the counter top.

“Sorry about that Mike and thanks for looking after us. Wanna drink?”

“Its okay thanks, think I’ll just head off.”

“Oh please stay, Sally really wants to fuck you, she said so and… well a threesome sounds quite nice doesn’t it Sal?”

He hadn’t heard Sally come up behind him. She reached around his waist and grasped his balls, playfully squeezing them as if to test their weight. He felt a momentary panic as he wondered just what it was he had landed in.

“Ain’t nuffink like a nice ‘ot cock while me girlfriend eats me.” Sally let him go only to grasp his buttocks with both hands. “Nice tight arse you got their Mike, Rach, you have ‘is pants down girl while I ‘ave a good feel.”

Rachel did as she was instructed, before Robert had time to do much else, she had his button undone and was yanking his Chino’s and pants down around his ankles.

“Fucking hell Sal! You should see this mother!” Her eyes, now only a few inches away from his cock, looked almost saucer sized as she took his length in. With no more thought, she opened her mouth and sucked his head in.

Sally was also kneeling and had worked her way around from behind him to see what all the fuss was about. Most of his cock was in Rachel’s mouth, but enough to give her an idea that he wasn’t small in the penile department, was showing.

“Oh! He’s shaved as well, we done it right this time Rach.”

They shared the sucking duties, swapping him from mouth to mouth between kissing each other, rubbing exposed tongues as they poked out between their lips.

He had to call a halt after a few minutes, not wanting to unload all too soon, even into willing mouths.

The girls picked up their drinks and walked into the living room. I short order, they had divested themselves of clothing and had each snorted a line, something Robert had never wanted to get into, but allowed that some people enjoyed the recreational side of drugs.

He sipped a coke with ice in it while he watched the girls go at it. They kissed and explored, tongues darting as nimble fingers manipulated. Then Sally went down on Rachel, sucking her clit into her mouth while fingering her wetness. Soon one finger was joined by another, then another until she had managed to slip all four fingers into Rachel’s body. It was only a matter of time and lubrication, until her whole hand, up to the wrist was disappearing. Rachel’s head thrashed from side to side in obvious ecstasy, culminating in a loud squeal as she came with a gush of amber fluid.

The roles were reversed, but Sally, being somewhat smaller than Rachel, could only take three fingers of Rachel’s hand. It didn’t matter though, the result was the same, Sally reached her orgasm loudly, yelling, fit to bring the cops.

The evening finished with the two in a sixty nine position while Robert fucked Sally’s arse, exactly as she had demanded. Rachel licked his spend off of Sally as it oozed from her crack. His function complete, Robert eventually extricated himself and found a cab home exhausted and a hundred pounds better off than he had expected to be.

Robert’s next assignment found him in the clutches of an old woman after what had been a pleasant afternoon in Brighton, taking tea in a quaint little tea shop in the lanes. There was nothing he could do for her, even his libido had scruples and a woman, fast approaching octogenarianism, was a step too far for him. That she had money and seemed to be fascinated by his youth and virility didn’t help. He let her down as gently as he could, not wanting to hurt her feelings, but realising that, once offered, there was no way to say no without crushing her. His mistake though, was lying when he said he wasn’t feeling too well. She came back for another crack at him a few days later, stating her interest in him and that she thought she might be in love.

The money would have been handy, but Robert, even though he was up for hire to anyone with the money, just was so appalled that he was almost physically sick. She eventually took the hint after several phone calls that ended with her cursing him as she slammed the receiver down.

In fact, Robert’s next few assignments and remainder of the month were best forgotten. It was as if his luck had completely deserted him. Each woman who called his advertised number, carried more than enough baggage or something else, equally unattractive. He began to think that it had all been beginners luck until Elizabeth called.

Elizabeth turned out to be married, had been for many years to a successful businessman who took little interest in her affairs. Elizabeth was what is popularly known as a “trophy wife”, someone to show off to his rivals and colleagues alike. In her late twenties, she was stunningly beautiful, an ex model, well educated and articulate. Her dress sense unerringly flattered and highlighted her attributes. Robert felt a small flutter when they met to discuss terms.

She was to travel to Paris to take in a fashion show, a social event on her calendar. Although she wasn’t in the industry any more, she liked to keep abreast of the trends and had many friends who still peddled their ankles on the catwalk.

He was to meet her at Waterloo Station, bring enough clothes for an extended weekend and make sure he had something presentable to wear. Elizabeth was quite precise about the arrangements and demonstrated an orderly mind that paid attention to detail. His ticket for the Euro-Star Train would arrive in the post the day before. If it did indeed arrive, it was his signal that the date was on, if it didn’t, she would advance him something on account as a retainer in case his services were needed at some future date.

The rest of the week passed quite slowly, Robert’s anticipation grew exponentially as the days ticked off until Saturday. Then, at last, the day arrived and found Robert waiting at the top of the stairs that led down to the Euro-Star platforms. The board showed destinations to Brussels, Lille and Paris. He had his ticket, standard class return to Paris tucked into the inside pocket of his blazer. He had chosen slacks, a linen shirt and the tan coloured jacket with deck shoes.

He saw her emerging from the tube station staircase. She was head and shoulders above most of her fellow travellers, her height turning several heads and then her looks causing a second glance of appreciation. She wore a simple ‘A’ line, light blue dress that came to just above her knee. She wore very little jewellery, apart from a gold pendant at her throat and short drop earrings that sparkled as they caught the light.

Elizabeth smiled briefly, almost efficiently, like recognition of his presence, but without wishing anyone else to know that she had detected him. Her hand shot out and met his in a perfunctory hand shake, all business like and impersonal, as much as skin contract can be.

Robert felt a small tremor of thrill and opened his mouth to say hello, but she beat him to the drop.

“Hello Robert, we will dispense with the pseudonym, you look like a Robert, nothing like a Michael.” She looked at him steadily and then said. “We had better get going. That is, if you are still on for the weekend.” Her smile was automatic, sliding across her mouth, but not reaching her eyes.

“Yes of course…” Elizabeth had already begun to move towards the step down to the reception and checking in desk. She was travelling first class. Separate carriages then. Robert wasn’t quite sure how he felt about that, but had the distinct feeling that he was no more than the hired help. He had time to think about it on the two and a half hours it took to get to Guard De Nord station in France. He was the hired help, little more than the status of a pet, he should have expected that, but wasn’t used to slipping into a subservient role.

They shared a taxi silently until the cab stopped outside Hotel De Ville in Avenue Victoria, alongside the Seine. Robert was in awe of the hotel, but even in more of her buying power. This was several hundred Euros a night for the basic room, not that the prices were advertised at all, if you needed to ask, you couldn’t afford it.

His room, even though it wasn’t premier level, still had an opulence that Robert had never experienced before. He could only guess at what Elizabeth had taken, but if the way the busboys and concierge had fussed around her; she was probably in the presidential suite and well known as a patron.

By the time he had freshened up from the trip and explored the plush room he found himself in, Elizabeth had called his bedside telephone and asked him to meet her in the lounge in ten minutes.

Gilt covered frescoes and relief panels lined the walls and ceiling of the lounge. Carpet, a hovering waiter had taken his order of a club tonic with a twist. She arrived a few minutes later, asking for an Evian as she steered her way to his table.

“Robert, I will be going out for the remainder of the day and will be back at eight o’clock. We will have dinner in my suite at nine, please make sure you are there, but, why not sightsee while I’m away?”

Their drinks arrived, delivered by the waiter on silent soles. She took a sip and then left him alone.

The afternoon was spent visiting the Eiffel Tower and walking around the Italian Quarter, window shopping at the works of art and lunching at a bistro while he observed the people of the city as they hurried around on their business.

Dinner that night with Elizabeth was almost formal. The courses kept warm on a hostess trolley and served by their own personal waiter. Robert could not have put a name to the dishes he ate or the wine that accompanied the courses. He related the events of his walk about. Elizabeth glossed over the fashion show premier. Her private showing had left her somewhat less than inspired.

And then, it was time to go to bed. As simple as that, no preamble or awkwardness, just a simple turn of events, as if it had no more meaning than the business proposition it truly was. She stood, unzipped her dress and stepped out of the fabric. She wore no underwear, only a string of pearls and matching earrings.

“The master bedroom is through there.” She indicated with a nod of her head.

Robert was transfixed. He knew she was beautiful and had crafted an image in his mind. The actuality surpassed that by some margin.

Her breasts were in proportion with her size, possibly a C cup and slightly upturned. Absolutely no sag to them, just gentle swells that culminated in perfectly aligned nipples with darker aureoles. Her stomach could not have been flatter, not even a slight bulge to pronounce her pubic vee. Her hair was neatly trimmed to a vertical line, there was no evidence of shaving, it was entirely possible she had had the hair follicles removed by some kind of procedure.

She turned, showing a perfect ass, neither too large nor too narrow, well defined maximus gluteus muscles with flawless skin as a cover. As she stepped away from him towards the bedroom, he marvelled at her musculature that rippled smoothly under her tight skin. He followed, like an obedient puppy, undoing his shirt buttons as he walked.

He placed a pack of condoms on the bedside cabinet and, for the first time, held her without the barrier of clothing between them. The silk sheets had been kicked off into a crumpled heap at the end of the huge bed.

His holding her was like an awakening of his senses. Her smell intrigued him, a subtle blend of natural and concocted essences. Her hair, shortish, lay in perfectly arranged rivulets either side of her head. Her eyes, suddenly so blue and so close, stared up at him as he crooked her head in his elbow that supported his weight. She lay on her back, studying his face silently, guilessly and with an innocence that he had not expected. Suddenly, it was as if the business arrangement had changed, so that he was the major partner.

Intuitively, he knew that he should take the lead in this phase of their liaison. He cupped her left breast, rubbing the pad of his thumb over her nipple, watching as it hardened at his touch.

“God Elizabeth, you are beautiful.” He couldn’t help the words escaping his lips, his mouth forming the words a millisecond after he thought them.

She smiled coquettishly, threw her arm around his neck and drew his lips to hers.

The kiss tasted of the food they had shared, but more, subtle hints of something like honey and sweetness lingered on her lips and breath. Robert became acutely aware that he had fallen for this woman and equally aware, that was a breach of his contract with her. Somehow, he put it to the back of his mind and bent to the task.

Her tongue found his as it passed between his teeth, and then she accepted his in return. His hand continued to manipulate her breast until he slid it behind her shoulder to roll her toward him so that they lay stomach to stomach. Gently, with just finger tips, he brushed her back, enjoying the shivering sensations they produced, small in takes of breath as her nerve endings enjoyed his touch.

Their temperatures and heartbeat had risen, breathing became synchronised as tongues roamed and explored each others mouths. Robert lightly passed his fingertips over her waist, a ticklish spot under normal conditions, but an erogenous zone when in a sexual encounter. She shivered against him and moaned softly as he travelled onto her lower abdomen, tracing her vee towards her sex.

He bent his head, pulling out his arm from under her head, and kissed her very aroused nipple. He sucked her hardness into his mouth and nibbled gently, relishing her immediate reaction of arched back. With consummate slowness, he slid his lips and tongue between her breasts, tracing the bone structure, then, continued downward, passing the bottom of her ribcage, over her belly button and on towards her sex, interspersing his licks with little kisses, savouring her taste.

Elizabeth held the back of his head, her fingers entwined with his hair, neither pulling nor pushing him, just maintaining a contact with him. Her back arched and relaxed only to arch again as her nerve endings registered his kisses and the anticipation of his tongue on her sex built deliciously.

Her anticipation was at last rewarded. Robert gently pried her legs apart so that he could taste her feminine essence. Tentatively, his tongue tip flicked over her nub, a light touch over her clit, which may as well have been from a live wire by the result it produced. The reaction was instantaneous and profound to her senses. She came there and then. With no more than just the build up of sexual tension, promise and the expert touch of Robert’s tongue and fingertips.

She would have tried for a reprise then, but Robert had other ideas as the pressure from his tongue increased and travelled all the way to her sex. She submitted to his actions, revelling in his mastery of her body.

He adjusted his position, lifting a knee over her leg and then the other, so that he could have free access to her while she lay on her back. He sucked her hardening clit into his mouth while his fingers found her nipples to tease and tweak them. Elizabeth came again in a shuddering climax that she stifled with the back of her hand between her teeth.

Satisfied that she was ready, Robert slid over her body, supporting his weight on his forearms placed either side of her torso. Slowly, but purposely, his hard cock zoned in on her waiting depths, unerringly aligned to penetrate her in a union of mutual gratification. His head, nudged against her lips, seeking entrance and home.

His initial thrust was gentle, an exploration of her inner self, an opening of her body to his invasion. The second and subsequent thrusts were with a higher urgency and need to take her as his conquest.

Time stood unnoticed, Robert felt her inner walls grip him with her muscular, ribbed interior that massaged and coaxed his seed. Elizabeth was expert at a muscle control, surpassing anyone else he had ever encountered. Somehow, he managed to stop well before he got to the point when he would not be able to control the need to impregnate her.

He lent up and reached for the condoms, effectively raising his body over hers. Before he had a chance to grab the packet, Elizabeth’s lips closed around his cock and sucked him into her hot mouth. It was his turn to groan at the pleasure he was receiving. She suckled and massaged him with her tongue, all the while, keeping him deep over her tongue.

It had to stop or he would complete right there. He rose and managed to get a rubber out of the foil pack. He was about to put it on, but her hand stopped him, covering his fingers, preventing him from the delicate operation.

“I want you deep Robert, I want your cum in my cunt.” It was the first expletive he had heard from her lips, but somehow, the word was fitting in the context.

He threw the half unwrapped rubber and turned her over so that her perfect arse faced him. He eased his length into her body and began to fuck into her, starting an act that would only finish when he had finally filled her with this spend.

The pace settled into something manageable, that allowed for exploration of hands and fingers, but was insistent in the quest to complete the act. His cock buried inside her, pulsed as his climax approached, she sensed his closeness and this knowledge heightened her own needs and wants. Automatically, she tuned her orgasm to coincide with his.

That was how it crashed over them, a mutual orgasm, producing fluids from them both that mixed and coalesced in a riot of moans and stolen breathes, taken as heart beats fibrillated at the sheer ecstasy of a perfect union.

He held her close, as mini-shocks passed over her, producing the same small tremors in him. Sated and replete, they calmed gradually. Elizabeth turned to hold him and then, suddenly, she burst into tears that soon evolved into wracking sobs and wails of utter misery.

Robert realised then, just how alone and desperate Elizabeth really was. The trappings of wealth and position, proved as nothing when faced with raw a emotion that great sex and the simple union of two people can engender.

He pulled her to him and held her to his breast as she poured out her grief. Eventually, she slept. He slipped out of bed, semi-dressed and returned to his own room.

The rest of the weekend passed too quickly. Saturday night was spent in bed, locked in union that, although satisfying and much more than pleasurable, didn’t quite hit the same heights of raw emotion the previous night had hit.

Their parting at Waterloo at the end of the weekend was almost back to a business like status, a shutter had come down over her, Elizabeth’s usual persona resumed and nothing could penetrate the barriers.

“Thank you Robert, it was… wonderful.” She smiled an indulgent remembrance of their first night. “But, you must forget me, forget this weekend and forgive me my moment of weakness.”

“Elizabeth…” He started and paused while he sought the words. “…I will not, cannot forget Paris, or you. Nor will I forget your smell and feel, or your taste and your tears. Don’t ask that of me please? I might be for hire, and therefore, little more than a contractor, but I prefer to think that we made a connection, something beyond client relationship and it is I who should thank you.”

“Goodbye Robert, take care and please expect you payment in the post as promised.” She turned, impersonally, effectively dismissing him, but somehow, he knew it was all a lie. He hoped he was under her skin and that she would call on his services again.

He watched her walk away to the underground, knowing that she wore nothing under the plain, ‘A’ line dress in light blue. Knowing how she smelled and tasted and knowing also, that she needed him desperately. He watched as heads turned appreciatively and smiled at the privilege this chosen profession had afforded him.

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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.”

After while, just as in any other employment, my assignments developed a pattern and a distinct demographic.

I have had sexual assignations in most of the local five-star hotels. In most instances, the higher the floor level, the better the sex. Also the kinkier.

Wealthy women in their forties – bored housewives and business women, some local, some from overseas, craving sexual excitement and satisfaction.

Some of the more challenging assignments were females with their male partners. Often the female had spent years fantasising about fucking a hung man while her partner watched. Sometimes the male had had spent years fantasising about his partner watching him blowing a hung man.

Another variation was both partners having me, separately or together – obviously experienced and very comfortable in that space.

Another common occurrence was women taking out revenge on their unfaithful partner and making them watch them fucking me.

This Friday night I am meeting three women aged in their forties on the top floor of a major hotel.

They have have clubbed together to cover the expenses and are going to hold a lottery to decide who will have me while the others watch.

To increase the sexual tension they have decided amongst themselves that they will wear only three items of clothing each, heels not included, though their shoes must remain on.

They are all attractive, beautifully groomed women. A brunette and two honey blonds.

One blond, Elle, is a tall, willowy size 12, wearing tight fitting, black leather slacks which highlight her long legs and firm ass.

The size 12-14 brunette, Fiona, is wearing skin tight, white linen slacks with a black, silk blouse. Her thighs and ass look fantastic.

The other blond, Gina, is wearing black stockings (with a garter belt I assume?) and an above the knee white dress.

I am freshly showered and dressed in a short silk dressing gown when the lottery commences.

Their rules are the first woman completely naked can have me any way they wish while the others watch.

They have a small bowl of balls numbered from one to twelve. Whomever draws the lowest number has to have me remove one item of clothing of their choice for them.

After between three and seven draws of the lotto balls, simple mathematics suggest I will have a naked woman to pleasure.

“Take my stockings off,” Gina smiles as she loses the first draw.

“Your stockings just count as one item, not two,” the other two tell her as she lifts her dress over her waist for me to unfasten them from the garter belt and remove them.

The three women are obviously very competitive.

“Do you like the way I shave?,” she teases as I ogle her almost bald pubic area framed by her black garter belt, as I slide her stockings down.

“Remove my blouse for me,” Elle tells me on the next draw. Topless with no bra, her modest tits look wonderful as she poses in her black leather slacks.

“My slacks, slide them down to my ankles,” Fiona tells me on the next draw. “Now over my shoes.”

She really has my full attention. No knickers, a trimmed tuft above her cunt, legs and thighs to die for and a glorious, big, dimple free ass.

“Now my blouse,” she whispers as she loses the next draw and I oblige.

“Thirty-six C, she smirks as I ogle her magnificent tits cased in a black cupless bra.

“My dress please,” Gina smiles as I remove it, leaving her in heels and her black garter belt. Any woman looks fuckable in just heels and a garter belt, a blond one especially.

“Slide my black leather slacks down to my ankles,” Elle tells me as I ogle her body in just a just a tiny thong.

Huge sexual tension with just one draw remaining to see who will have me.

“The next draw is to see who undoes Michael’s gown so we can check his equipment,” Fiona tells us after six draws.

One more draw and one of the women will be mine to pleasure while the other two watch.

“Wow, oh fuck, he is huge. We have turned him on ladies,” Fiona exclaims. “We have never had a man that big.”

“Your erection is magnificent. Thick and ten-inches. It looks wonderful hanging out of your gown.

“One of us is in for a treat. And a good fucking.”

I always enjoy flaunting my cock, flaccid or erect. A buzz for me as I stroke it to a full ten-inch erection while three almost naked women ogle it

“Now to the final draw.”

Elle draws number eleven.

Gina is all smiles when she draws number two.

I am elated when Fiona draws number one. “So pleased I won, Michael, so pleased. Only my cupless bra left for you. Apart from my shoes I am completely naked for you.

She has my complete attention now. No knickers, a trimmed tuft above her cunt, legs and thighs to die for and a glorious, big, dimple free ass.

“Thirty-six C,” she smirks as I remove her cupless bra and ogle her magnificent tits. “And forty-one inch hips.”

“So pleased you won Fiona. Can I put your bra on again for you? Your magnificent tits look even better spilling out of it,” I tell her as I do up the clasp.

Her nipples are hard and erect as I lick them and suck on them.

“I want a thirty-minute fuck, at least thirty-minutes,” she whispers.

Her two girl friends are both completely naked now apart from their heels, and watching intently as I lick my way down Fiona’s body, belly button, then her clit.

“So good, so good,” she moans as I tease her almost bald cunt lips with my tongue.

One of her girlfriends is licking her nipples while the other is kissing her passionately.

Fiona has my erection between her pursed lips as one of her girlfriends is licking my nipples while the other is kissing me passionately.

“Now fuck me good Michael, really good, at least thirty-minutes,” Fiona whispers.

“What position?”

“On the bed from behind so my girlfriends can watch and you can watch them.”

“Like this?,” I ask as we organize on the bed and I kiss and lick her ass cheeks.

Her two girlfriends are close by on a couch watching intently, as I grasp Fiona’s glorious ass cheeks and slowly slide my roaring erection into her wet cunt lips.

Looking at her two very attractive, naked friends as I build up a rhythm is a huge extra turn for me.

When one of them tongue kisses Fiona and the other licks and sucks her erect nipples as I build up my rhythm, I want this to last all night.

I am sliding my full ten-inches into her now as Fiona returns her kisses while my torso is slapping against her ass cheeks.

Even more exciting as I watch blond Elle, with the long legs and firm ass, open her legs for the other blond, Gina.

The sofa is creaking as Gina licks her way up her long thighs until the tip of her tongue connects with Elle’s clit.

I can feel Fiona tensing as she watches her girlfriends enjoying lesbian sex while I am fucking her.

An eye candy bonus for Fiona and I as we watch Gina insert a finger into Elle’s cunt lips as she licks them.

“That is so good, watching my girlfriends while you are fucking me.”

“Did I tell you I am multi-orgasmic?

“Fuck me harder, harder, fuck my cunt harder,” Fiona is moaning as we watch and hear Elle orgasm.

“Did I tell you I am multi-orgasmic?,” Fiona asks again as cums. Then two, three, four, five, six times.

“Now fuck me some more. I want you to cum while Elle and Gina watch,” Fiona tells me as we get off the bed.

Fiona leans on her elbows over a table with her legs apart. Her legs in heels and her ass look fantastic in that pose.

“I told you I wanted a thirty-minute fuck, at least thirty-minutes,” she whispers as she looks at the wall clock.

“Twenty-nine minutes and counting Michael.

“Now fuck me some more. I want you to cum while Elle and Gina watch,” she tells me again.

Gina and Elle are watching side on as I lick and kiss Fiona’s glorious ass cheeks (I really do have an ass fetish).

I still have a full on erection as I stroke it for Gina and Elle.

“Wow, fuck he really is ten-inches. And thick,” one of them mutters as I grasp Fiona’s ass and slam my cock into her.

“That noise is a huge turn on,” one of them mutters as my body slaps into her ass cheeks.

“Fuck me harder. I want you to cum while Elle and Gina watch,” she tells me again.

“You are a sex machine, a fucking sex machine, both of you,” Elle and Gina moan as they watch.

I am watching the clock, I doubt if I am going to make it past thirty-three minutes.

“Fuck me harder. Really hard. I want Elle and Gina to watch you cum.”

“I love your hands holding my big ass while you are fucking me. My first ten-inch fuck.

“Love it, just love it,” Fiona whispers as she orgasms again.

Thirty-three minutes, so close. I am edging myself. Thirty-four minutes.

“Watch me cum, watch me,” I am almost screaming as the clock shows thirty-five minutes and I withdraw.

“Your hand or the back of my throat?” Fiona asks.

“Both, both,” I reply as I edge my erection with the tips of thumb and middle finger close to Fiona’s open mouth.

“Awesome, fucking awesome,” Elle and Gina are moaning as they watch.

The clock is on thirty-six minutes now.

I am counting under my breath as I edge my cock. ‘… four, five, six.’

“Watch me cum, watch me,” I am screaming as the clock shows thirty-seven minutes and I explode with Fiona sucking erection.

“Awesome, fucking awesome,” the three women smile as we compare notes and unwind in the bath.

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I was really excited about the sleep over schedule for the Fourth of July weekend that I could hardly wait. My parents had just completed renovating the attic into my room. When I turned eight I ask if I could move up there so I could have a room to myself and not have to be bothered with my four year old sister. My best friend Denise also had a younger sister who would bother her so when she found out about my new room she jumped at the chance to stay at my house. As soon as she arrived we ran upstairs to my new room to check it out. We listened to music played a few games and talked about boys. Which lead us to the subject of us getting breast. I was a little jealous because Denise was a little chubby and made her have breast sooner than me. I would often stare at her chest and wonder what her breast looked like. We decided to look on the internet to see if there was way to make our breast grow faster. While looking we came across some amazing photos of breast large and small breast. Denise made a statement that made my panties damp. I’m not sure if I was more excited or surprised to hear that she wanted to suck on the small nipples of the girl in the picture. I looked up from the picture and smiled then my mom called us to dinner.
Once dinner was finished mom said we could stay up as long as we wanted as long as we didn’t make too much noise and put on our PJs in case we fell asleep. Denise went into the bathroom first and left the door open. I watched her take off her training bra and couldn’t believe how much I wanted to touch her breast just to see if they were as soft as they looked. I must have been staring for too long because Denise ask if I liked what I saw. I blushed and turned away quickly she walked over to me and said touch them. I couldn’t believe what she said but I reached out and squeezed them they felt so soft I didn’t want to stop. I heard a little moan easy from Denise mouth as I squeezed her nipples. I leaned forward and kissed them tenderly and then began sucking on her nipples they grew instantly in my mouth. When I stopped sucking Denise said lets finish changing our clothes. She went back into the bathroom and came back out quickly and said don’t you have something that you want to show me? I looked up and said I don’t really have that much to show but I lifted up my top any way. Her eyes were glued to my small bumps and they felt hot. Denise instantly jumped up and began sucking them like a starved child. It was painful at first but also felt really good. We heard a knock on the door I pulled my top down really quickly and said come in. It was mom checking to see if we had on our PJs and checking to see if we needed anything before going to bed. We said no and she was gone in a flash. Denise said well what do you want to do now?
We watched some videos on the internet and talked about how good it felt when we sucked on each other chest. The more we talked and looked at pics the more Denise was moving her legs around on the bed. When her foot first touched my leg I shivered and I felt a tingle in the nipple that she just bit on. She kept rubbing on my leg and getting closer to my now dripping wet hot spot. She ask if she could see my chest again and I said sure as long as I can see hers. We moved the laptop to the desk and we took our tops off and stretched out on the bed facing each other. Denise grabbed my nipple and pinched it as she stuck her tongue in my mouth I was so turned on I kissed her back and wrapped my legs around her pulling her closer to me. I felt like I wanted to pull her inside of me to help put out this burning sensation I was now feeling in my pussy. The things she was doing to me were driving me crazy she knew it to I could see it in her eyes when she switched to the other nipple. She began to push her legs into my soaking wet pussy in a grinding motion while sucking and biting harder on my nipples I thought that I would scream out pain and pleasure it she didn’t stop. Finally she ask me if she wanted me to stop and I said please no don’t stop. I won’t as long as you promise to do the same thing to me whenever I want. I assured her that I would just please keeping doing what you are doing. She immediately went back to grinding my pussy with her leg with a great force and sucking on my nipples like she was trying to suck them off. I felt something rising in my pussy and a deep moan in my throat and then finally a gush in my pussy it was so amazing that I thought I was going to pass out. Denise slowed the grinding and let me come back down to earth. I kept still while coming down from this amazing feeling and tried to catch my breath.
Denise sat up and looked at me and said how do you feel? I loved that and can’t wait to do it again. Where did you learn how to do that? I watched my older sister Rene and her friend do it when I was hiding in her closet one night. I guess she knew I was there because about a week later when she was babysitting me while my parents were gone her friend came over and they both did it to me.

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“I want you to have a look at these pictures on my computer screen,” I told my man James, hoping he will be as excited as I am with them. “Do you remember Nova, we met her at a party?

“She was flirting with both of us, and we with her,” I asked as he looked at the first pic, a head and shoulders shot of a most attractive women in her mid-forties, a little older than us. Shoulder length auburn hair and a confident smile. The second pic showed a young girl, just nineteen I learnt later, seducing Nova, as she returned the girls passionate kisses.

The next pic showed Nova on her back, stark naked, legs spread, her arms flat on the bed, behind her head, grasping the pillow as the young girl was tongue fucking her. “Does that turn you on as much as it turns me on? For her age that girl was incredible, an age gap of more than twenty-five years. Look at the stud on her tongue and how she is using it. Look at the sexual pleasure on Nova’s face, just exquisite.

“Who took the pics Veronica?,” my man James asked obviously turned on by them.

“I did, with Nova’s permission. Nova had invited me around for afternoon coffee. When I arrived there were three young girls there as well. It soon became obvious Nova and one of the young girls had chemistry, incredible sexual chemistry. Nova is renowned for her sexual appetite, men, women and young girls. The two other girls hardly paid me any attention, before they watched the third girl, Kitten, Nova called her, begin seducing Nova, as she passionately returned the girls kisses, while the two other girls and I watched in complete silence, mesmerised at what we were watching.

“The smile on Nova’s face was one of immense and intense sexual satisfaction, lots of it, the carnal thrill of a much younger girl seducing her, even though she had obviously pre-arranged it, while two other young girls and I watched was a voyeurs delight. I had never seen two nineteen-year old girls watching a woman much older than them being tongue fucked. The look on their faces while they enjoyed watching was beyond amazing.

The next pic showed Nova on her back, stark naked, legs spread, her arms behind her head, as the young girl was tongue fucking her. “Does that turn you on as much as it turns me on? For her age that girl was incredible, an age gap of more than twenty-five years.

“That was the most incredible turn on for me, you know I have a thing about young girls. I am still turned on, really turned on. And you do realise what I want and need right now from you? Immediately,” Veronica asked me as we showered together.

“No, tell me?,” I teased. Perhaps a tongue fuck?”

“Yes, definitely, I am going to close my eyes and imagine it is Kitten tongue fucking me, a girl twenty-three years younger than me, while Nova and you watch. And perhaps the other two girls.

Ten minutes after I had teased Veronica to multi orgasms with my tongue, her phone rang. “Hi Nova, I was just telling my man James about you. He was impressed and excited with the pics I took.”

“Would you like me to introduce you to Kitten and her two nineteen-year old friends Veronica?,” she asked as I had the phone on speaker. “Perhaps we could make it a real event? Your friends and my friends tell me your man James is hung, almost ten-inches and thick.

“Perhaps a sexy contra deal? I would love to give him a blow job while Kitten and her two friends watch, before Kitten has you, seduces you. You know how good she is. Even better, I could invite another couple to join us and perform for us. A three-act afternoon.

“Does Saturday afternoon work for you? Sex is always better in the afternoon. Two-thirty at my condo?”

Before we arrived we were both excited and looking forward to sexual pleasure, each of us with a new partner while others watched, including two young girls, nineteen-year olds watching, an extra special buzz, something we both enjoy, exhibitionism and voyeurism combined.

“You do realise the nineteen-year old girls have probably never seen an erection as big as yours, will that be exciting for you James? It will be for me, I love other women admiring your equipment, Veronica told me on the way.”

When we arrived Nova greeted us by warmly tongue kissing both of us, with her hands on our faces, before she gave us each a short, white cotton robe to change into, no belts, while she watched, both of us enjoying her ogling our naked bodies. “Oh wow,” I muttered involuntarily as Nova removed her dress, naked underneath, and changed into an identical, short white robe, holding our gaze all the time as she flaunted her naked body for us. This woman had a body. I was impressed at the way she trimmed her pubes in the pics Veronica took, even more erotic in person.

“Now come and meet my other guests,” she smiled as she took our hands and led us into a large room. This is my special room,” Nova told us as we looked around, some chairs, stools, a huge day bed and mirrors on all the walls and ceiling. “These are my regular guests, Kitten and her two nineteen-year old friends, all dressed in identical; gowns to you. As you can see I insist all the females wear heels.

“And these are my other two guests, Nova told us as we both admired an attractive couple, Asian appearance, both size 10-12 bodies,, mid-twenties, smartly dressed. She very feminine with cropped jet black hair. in heels and a short, skin tight white dress, a wonderful contrast to her light ebony skin. He in a black t-shirt and designer jeans. He turned his partner around with her back to us before he lifted her dress to show us her well formed, naked ass. Then standing behind her, he slowly lifted her dress, her fabulous legs spread as she held our gaze.

“Oh wow, fuck, how does Nova find these people?,” Veronica asked me in a whisper as his partner’s huge, flaccid cock, bigger and thicker than the average man’s erection, slowly became visible, dangling between her toned, feminine thighs. An extra surprise for all of us when the boy removed her dress to show us her big, firm tits.

Nova, Veronica and I watched the three nineteen-year old girls for their reaction as the boy passionately kissed her before he licked and sucked her nipples, with one hand teasing her cock to erection.

“I am grooming my girls to learn and enjoy the many, varied nuances of sexual pleasure,” Nova told us as the girls watched fascinated, just as we did, while they watched the boy give his partner a teasing blow job.

“On the bed or standing with your back to the wall?,” Nova asked as she removed my gown, then hers as she ran a hand along my already semi-erect cock.

“Standing,” I muttered as I watched my lady Veronica and the three nineteen-year old girls for their reaction. My lady Veronica has watched and enjoyed other women perform fellatio on me, a blow job, always a mutual buzz for both of us. This time around she is eagerly anticipating cunnilingus from Kitten, a nineteen-year old girl afterwards, the same girl she recently watched seduce the woman who is about to give me a blow job.

My erection was throbbing while I recalled Veronica’s words days earlier. “Nova is renowned for her sexual appetite, men, women and young girls. You do realise the nineteen-year old girls have probably never seen an erection as big as yours? Though knowing Nova, perhaps they have?”

“He must be almost ten-inches girls, and so thick,” Nova whispered to the girls and the Asian couple. while I made eye contact with all of them , as she expertly teased my now throbbing, erection with her fingertips as I enjoyed watching the girls for their reaction.

There was a whole new sexual frisson in the room, with my lady watching along with three nineteen-year old girls and an Asian couple, as I drank in Nova’s wonderful, naked body, recalling the pics of her soaking up lesbian pleasure from a talented nineteen-year old girl.

Nova motioned for me to stand on a plinth, my back to the wall so my erection was at the height of her lips as she sat on a low stool. “My girls have never seen me give fellatio to man as big and thick as you. Let’s make it exciting for us and them, and a learning curve for them,” she whispered loud enough for the girls to hear, as she grabbed my ass cheeks before she licked and sucked the tip of my erection.

Even while Veronica, the three young girls and the Asian couple watched Nova pleasure me, a wonderful and expert fellatio / a head job / a blow job, Kitten and Veronica had their hands all over each other, lightly tongue kissing while they both glimpsed at Nova and me. They had obvious instant chemistry, their hands softly teasing each other while they watched Nova sucking my erection.

A wonderful new sexual experience, fellatio from an incredibly talented older women with six people watching, one my lady, an Asian couple and three nineteen-year old girls, one who was about to seduce my lady.

Nova and I were the centre of attention before she asked, “Swallow? Yes?”

“Oh wow, wow, awesome,” the other two girls moaned as I held eye contact with them and had the most incredible and erotic orgasm, while they watched.

Veronica was now the centre of attention as six of us watched Kitten commence seducing her, tongue kissing her passionately as she returned her kisses, while they simultaneously removed each other’s gowns, both of them oblivious to the six people watching as they pursued their sexual pleasure.

Always the exhibitionist Veronica laid face down on the bed, legs spread to flaunt her magnificent, big ass for Kitten and the six other people watching. “Wow, just magnificent.” we could all hear Kitten whisper as she teased Veronica’s ass cheeks with her fingertips.

Then the six of us watched Kitten lick and suck each of Veronica’s engorged nipples in turn, her sexual pleasure -and her ego boost, obvious as a talented, much younger girl was seducing her, completely in control.

Veronica was on her back, stark naked, legs spread, her arms behind her head, as the incredibly talented young girl Kitten, just nineteen, was tongue fucking her. Gentle, ever so gentle teasing licks with her tongue, before she slowly, ever so slowly, almost in slow motion slid the stud in her tongue along the full length of Veronica’s wet cunt lips. “Does that turn you on as much as it turns me on?,” Nova whispered to me. For her age that girl is incredible, an age gap of more than twenty-years.”

“Look at Veronica’s face, is that sexual ecstasy or what? So good, what a turn on. I am envious.”

A huge temptation to try and enhance Veronica’s sexual pleasure – and mine. Run my new erection over her nipples? Kiss her softly, leaning over her from behind, with my tongue tip? Such an incredibly erotic moment as I watched my lady soaking up the exquisite sexual pleasure Kitten, a girl just nineteen-years old was giving her.

The only noise in the room was Veronica’s deep breathing as Kitten kept on softly, ever so softly, teasing her cunt lips with her tongue, tongue fucking her, her hands grasping Veronica’s ass.

I had never ever seen a look on Veronica’s face quite like the look she had then, a look of exquisite sexual pleasure, as she was whispering, almost chanting, “Fuck my cunt, fuck my cunt, fuckamycunt, fuckamycunt,” something she always does when fully aroused, though this time there was a whole different inflection in her voice before she orgasmed for the first time. Then again and again, and again.

Again, a huge temptation to try and enhance Veronica’s sexual pleasure – and mine. Run my new erection over her nipples? Kiss her softly, leaning over her from behind, with my tongue tip? Instead Nova did it for me, and the two girls watching, when she leaned over Veronica from behind, kissing her softly with her tongue tip, until she orgasmed again, and again.

“You and I should have connected long ago Veronica,” Nova told her as they were tongue kissing as we made ready to leave, their sexual attraction obvious. “You and me, your man and my three girls, soon? Does that work for you? Would you be comfortable with Kitten having your man James?”

It did work for us a little over a week later. As soon as we arrived Nova and Veronica were passionately tongue kissing, undressing each other while the three girls and me watched, before … Though that’s another story, a very exciting one!

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Brenda has no idea how a little flirting and going along with the games her daughters play is about to become the wildest experience of her life and more orgasms than she can count.

Revised Vicki’s mom

It was a hot summer day but it was about to get a lot hotter. Kelly Cooper had been invited to her friend Vicki Hinson’s house to swim in their big pool and hang out with the other girls who would be there. They were all friends who went to the same middle school together. Kelly had been looking forward to this all week, but not for the most obvious reasons.

Kelly had not come out as a lesbian to all of her friends yet, but her closest friends knew that she was. She’d long been surfing lesbian story and movie sites; and lately, a lesbian BDSM site. She was now deeply involved with the fantasy of being a dominant lesbian, and doing the things to other girls that she had seen in some of the hardcore BDSM and bondage movies she enjoyed.

Brenda Hinson chuckled to herself as her energetic daughter dashed by her home office in response to the sound of the front doorbell. ‘Easy, now,’ she thought, ‘it’s gonna be a long afternoon.’

She had no idea.

Snatching the door open, the dripping girl excitedly said, “Hey Kelly, drop your stuff in my room and come out to the pool with us. Brrrr …shit, it’s fearking cold in here!” Vicki dashed back outside to the pool.

Kelly dropped the change of clothing in her beach bag on the bed. She noticed Brenda, Vicki’s very hot 39-year old mom, pass by on her way to the kitchen. Brenda had not seen Kelly, but she was sure if she had, she would have stopped and said hello. Mrs. Hinson was like that. She liked nearly all of her daughter’s friends, and was always very sweet and helpful to them.

Kelly checked herself in the mirror on Vicki’s door and admired her fit and trim teenage body. She’d gone out for cheerleader, but lately her interests had changed. She put her skimpy bright pink bikini on and pulled her long blond hair up into a high ponytail. She thought again about Mrs. Hinson. Maybe Brenda would put on her hot gold and black bikini and join them today. She was one of the hottest women Kelly knew.

That would be too perfect!

The wicked thoughts she had more than once that day came to Kelly’s head. OMG…how fucking hot it would be to tie up that hot MILF and do some wicked things to her? Images of Brenda, naked and tied up, raced through the young teen’s mind often lately. She imagined tormenting the MILF’s nipples, her breasts wrapped tightly by ropes. Kelly ran a hand along her smooth tight body, stopping just as she cupped one of her own firm breasts.

‘I should get out to the pool’ she thought, walking out of Vicki’s room. She almost passed by Brenda in the kitchen; then stopped behind her. Kelly looked over the hot mom, taking in all of her curves. Lost in her own young sex-driven thoughts and glancing out the windows at the pool, she didn’t notice Brenda turning around until they were face to face.

Seeing the tight teenage body standing there, Brenda was taken back by how beautiful Kelly looked in her sexy pink bikini.

“Oh, hey there, Kelly…when did you get here?”

Once her thoughts were quickly collected, Kelly was able to answer. “Oh, hey! Not that long ago. Vikki just let me use her room to change into my new bikini.”

Having been around Kelly and other pretty friends of Vicki, it was not shocking to Brenda to see the nearly naked bodies of cute teens. Some of them were prettier than others, and Kelly was at the top of the list. She was clearly proud of her new swimsuit, and slowly did a couple of turns as she asked, “So Brenda, do you think this top is too tight across my chest?”

Brenda stared. She told her, “No, it fits pretty perfectly, actually.”

Kelly turned once more and stopped with her ass towards the older woman. She looked back over her shoulder seductively.

” What about the bottom, Brenda…. do you think that fits perfectly, too?”

This time Brenda swallowed hard and took a moment to reply.

“Y…yes, Kelly. I mean, it really does.”

In came two wet dripping teens in towels, Evie and Becca, scampering past while squealing and giggling about how cold the air conditioning in the house was, as they headed towards the bathroom.

Hey, Kel,” Becca sang. “Out at the pool!”

As much as Brenda was used to seeing such displays of youthful sexuality from the girls, it almost always put a lump in her throat. And the way Kelly had flirted with her and called her “Brenda” in that tone! This had to have been the first time she had been so turned on by a teenage girl; but it wasn’t just any girl. It was Kelly, the often quiet one who sat back and watched, and was maybe the most mature and smartest of Vicki’s friends. And Brenda now had to admit to herself, the girl was getting to be quite the little hottie!

Brenda turned and busied herself in an attempt to hide her blushing red face from Kelly and the other girls who might soon come dashing back to the warmth of the yard, or to splash in the pool.

Laying out a towel on an empty chaise lounge, Kelly smirked. She’d seen the embarrassed look on Brenda’s face as she forced her to comment on her body. She turned from the chaise and slipped into the pool with Vicki.

Back in the kitchen, Brenda had calmed herself. The thoughts of Kelly’s ripening young body wouldn’t leave her mind, though. Brenda made herself a drink to help cool those thoughts, but it didn’t do much.

“Hey Brenda, can I ask you something?” Kelly’s voice was close.

That snapped Brenda from her trance, and she looked over. Kelly was standing at the doorway to the kitchen soaking wet; that bikini plastered to her body, with prominent nipples poking through the top of the almost translucent fabric.

“Uh uh…ye..yeah..what is it?” Brenda asked, trying to focus on something that was not the barely covered teen standing in her kitchen. No use; her eyes drifted over Kelly’s body, following the drops of water as they cascaded downward.

Kelly smirked, knowing Brenda was eyeing her up again.

“Can you make us some lemonade..like, maybe that special lemonade?” Kelly asked in a soft seductive tone. The “special” lemonade was what Vikki always said was for her mom and her mom’s friends only because it contained alcohol, when she and Kelly had spoken of it.

Brenda kept her gaze on the floor and Kelly’s tanned feet for a moment as she blushed again and took a breath. She sighed quietly, glancing back to Kelly’s face quickly, in order to not linger on her firm, fit body.

“Sure Kelly, I’d be glad to make you girls some lemonade, but maybe not the ‘special’ kind.” Laughing nervously, Brenda added quickly,”the last thing I need here is a bunch of tipsy girls gone wild.”

As soon as she said those words she regretted it; when the vision of those “Girls Gone Wild” videos popped into her head. Oh, god – the topless splashing in the pool, the kissing and…

She tried to stop her runaway mind, but she noticed how the cold air had stiffened the beautiful girl’s nipples into even harder nubs beneath the clinging pink bikini top. Brenda turned to the refrigerator for lemons, and to escape her rising humiliation at where her mind was suddenly going since Kelly arrived. Kelly stepped closer to Brenda, occupying her space. Brenda noticed the aroma of the seductive perfume that still clung to Kelly’s body, despite being in the water.

The teenager looked the mother of her friend up and down once again, her eyes appraising.

“Oh come on, Mom. A little extra kick won’t hurt anybody,” Kelly said in a more demanding voice.

As Kelly had approached her, a shudder swept up through Brenda’s body. That became a chill when Kelly’s voice changed tone. The cool air conditioning may have made Kelly’s nipples harden, but the thoughts circulating through Brenda’s mind had her feeling much warmer.

“Oh…umm, yeah,” Brenda stuttered. “Well, maybe just a tiny bit of vodka wouldn’t do any harm,” she said.

Kelly grinned.

“Good. You’ll bring it out to us. When you do, wear that black and gold bikini I’ve seen you in. Becca and I think it looks really cute on you.” Kelly slowly turned and walked away, swaying her bubbly ass as she headed back to her friends in the backyard.

Brenda stood watching Kelly walk out, nearly dumbfounded as to why she agreed with a humbled “okay, sure Kelly” when the girl basically ordered her to join them on the pool deck. She had swam with them in other times, but she was dressed for the day and not intending to mingle with her daughter’s group this time. But, Kelly was being so bold… and to be honest, it was intoxicating and confusing to Brenda.

The truth was, Brenda enjoyed the girl’s attention. Her husband would have been far more interested in the bevy of hot girls than he was in her, she knew. It had been too many years since he’d made her feel beautiful, or even given her the kind of compliments Kelly had just been giving with her eyes. It should have felt wrong, but in truth it was strangely erotic to have Kelly’s attention in that way.

‘Jeeze, what am I beating myself up for?’ she asked herself. Brenda decided there was nothing wrong with women appreciating each other’s beauty! She didn’t have to be a lesbian to enjoy the young woman being flirty with her and showing off her body that way; she’d seen far more skin at the beach. There was nothing wrong with enjoying seeing Kelly’s pretty… okay, sexy… teenage body.

With the lemonade made and spiked, Brenda shivered at the conflicting thoughts running through her head. For the first time in her life, she was about to put on her skimpy bikini because a friend of her daughter wanted to see her in it! It made her panties damp, even before she could get upstairs to change.

Kelly was sitting on the side of the pool, feet in the water, talking softly to Evie.. Both girls stared up at the window to what they knew was Brenda’s bedroom. Vikki and their short redheaded friend Becca were swimming near them, but mostly ignoring them. Kelly bit her lip in anticipation, wondering if Brenda was going to follow through on what she’d said. This could be crucial to their plans, she knew.

Brenda looked out and down at Kelly between the horizontal blinds. “God, she’s stunning,” she whispered to herself, and wondered why she’d only just noticed that. She glanced at all the other girls in their equally skimpy bikinis, including her own daughter. The thought of being around these sexy young girls suddenly had her hands sliding over her own body. Finding herself cupping her boobs, she gave them a quick squeeze. She was shocked at herself but could not resist the naughty impulse.

What Brenda did not catch was Kelly looking from the corner of her eye and seeing her peeking down at them.

The bikini Brenda wore, at Kelly’s urging, looked like something a 20-something supermodel might wear! Stripping out of her clothes and pulling the tiny swatches of material on, she was suddenly aware it barely covered her nipples. The thong bottom framed her mature ass as only a thong could. Brenda turned to look at herself in the mirror, and thought about how revealing it was. Kelly’s compliments gave the older woman a good feeling, though; that maybe she would be seen as pretty and sexy in the eyes of the teens.

The two stiff shots of vodka and a bite of lemon she had taken while making the lemonade were starting to kick in by the time Brenda had made it down to the kitchen. It was a good thing, because she was more nervous and excited than she had ever been in many years. This was, on one hand, no big deal – to go out and swim with her daughter and her friends. Yet on the other hand, because of Kelly and her sudden unapologetic flirting with her, she found herself trembling. Kelly’s interest was mutual, she was forced to admit. It felt exciting to be going out there and showing her and the others that she still looked good.

Brenda assumed that something had happened with Kelly since she saw her last, and that very possibly she and… Oh my god! Was she and one of the girls out there having sex, she wondered? Whatever it was, the girl seemed to be hitting on her, and those looks she had been giving made the woman shiver.

Putting on her darkest sunglasses and picking up the tray of drinks, Brenda smiled to herself, then backed up to the sliding door and used her hip to slide it open. She was struck by the sight of 4 very attractive young females.

And one of them was staring at her with a devilish grin on her face! Kelly’s eyes went instantly to the large boobs that were barely being contained by Brenda’s suit. Kelly was entranced, once again.

The woman had done it; complied with her order!

Becca got out of the pool along with Vikki, the water sluicing off their sleek bodies. The three gathered for the lemonade along with Evie, the dark-haired girl taller than the rest in a skimpy black bikini that looked amazing against her creamy white skin. Her jet black dyed hair, black lipstick nail polish gave her an exotic goth look that perfectly fit her personality. Evie was part of the group, but seemed separate, somehow. Brenda didn’t quite know how to take her yet.

There was a playful scramble for the “special” lemonade, the four of them bumping and jostling against each other, the tight wet suits clinging to their young bodies. Brenda found herself staring at the girls, but focusing on Kelly. The two locked eyes as Brenda watched the teen clutch a glass and bring it to her lips. Condensation dripped onto Kelly’s tight tanned chest as she sipped the drink, her eyes never leaving Brenda’s.

“I’ve gotta say, you look great in that suit, Mrs. Hinson,” Kelly said in a voice almost unheard by the other girls. She looked deeply into Brenda’s eyes and said, “Turn around. I want to see the back.”

Brenda blushed and tried to defer the complement, shaking her head shyly. She didn’t want to show off the thong back, being unsure about showing off her butt cheeks.

Kelly’s voice was harsh as she repeated the order.

“I asked you to turn around.”

Brenda promptly spun around, not daring to defy the intense teenager. She was blushing as she did, but completely aroused. It was like the other girls weren’t even there, to her.

And in truth, only Evie turned to look at the object of Kelly’s interest. She appraised the middle-aged MILF in a cool manner, her eyes taking in Brenda’s body in a swift sweep that seemed to dismiss her, but she was interested, too. She’d been watching Vikki’s mother closely, and the interaction between her and Kelly.

“Well, thank you,” Brenda replied, as Kelly again complimented her. Her heart was pounding in her ears, but she tried her best to look and act normally. Behind her dark glasses, though, her eyes were free to peek and roam in a way she’d never taken advantage of before. For the first time, she could check out each girl as they chatted and teased at one another.

She’d noticed Evie’s shapely legs and tight slender butt, as well as those dark, smoldering eyes outlined in black.

She looked at Becca’s shorter frame, with possibly the firmest conical B-cup breasts she had ever seen.

She looked at Kelly again and marveled at what had to be the perfect proportions for a young woman’s body. Her perfect calves. Her pretty face and her commanding presence.

She even glanced at the body of her daughter, one that she knew almost as well as her own. That rapidly changing, beautiful body. Tall for her age and athletic, thanks to her father’s side. Her full round breasts were already almost a C cup. They would probably end up as large as her own D cups, she thought.

After chugging a glass of lemonade each, two of the girls cannon-balled into the pool, making a huge splash that soaked the others. Everyone shouted and laughed and it looked like any other day at the pool.

Kelly took a seat on a lounge chair and looked at Brenda. She patted the one next to it.

“Come over here and talk to me,” she ordered, though with a sweet smile that would fool most anyone. Brenda didn’t miss the tone of voice, though.

No one noticed Brenda’s deep breath and the surprised look she gave Kelly. They were too busy playing to see her roll her shoulders and straighten her back before taking a step towards Kelly.

Kelly watched and waited as Brenda made her way over to the lounger next to her. She grinned as Brenda seated herself and sipped at her drink, trying to appear casual. She knew better.

Evie walked by the pair, deliberately winking at Kelly before slipping into the pool.

“So I see you do take orders,” Kelly said, not looking directly at Brenda. “I wasn’t sure you’d listen to a teenager.” She leaned towards Brenda then, and smiled.

“I… Well, I was being shy, I guess,” Brenda mumbled. “I mean, it’s been awhile since I wore anything like this.” Brenda’s breath was ragged as she tried not to stare at Kelly’s young boobs. She blushed as Kelly reached over and tugged on part of her bikini top, the girl’s fingers grazing the side of her breast casually.

Kelly tugged again at the top, saying, “There. It was just a little uneven. Now you’re perfect again.”

Brenda laughed nervously.

Vikki and little Becca, on floats, had gotten blown to the far end of the pool by the stiff breeze. Vicki had her leg over Becca’s legs to keep them both stationary. Their backs were towards Brenda and Kelly.

“Don’t they look peaceful?” Kelly mused. “Best friends are special. How long have they known each other? I know it was before I moved here.”

Brenda thought for a moment. “They met in second grade. They’ve been best friends since day one.” She tried her best to make small talk, covering for her feelings of nervousness.

“Is it right you moved here three years ago and went to a different school, Kelly? When did Evie move here?” she asked, watching the smoldering dark-haired teen sit by herself on the edge of the pool. “This is only the second time I’ve seen her, and not really talked to her much. Vicki usually drags you girls to her room or the den before I can say more than hello.”

Kelly could see the woman wanted to not be left out of her daughter’s life, but like most teenagers, having a parent around was not always in the plans.

“That’s pretty much it,” she said, then paused. “You know, I like having you around, Brenda. You’re the ‘cool mom’ of our group. In fact…” She paused. “…I’d like having you, anytime.”

Brenda’s heart seemed to miss a beat. ‘What’s this girl saying? Did I hear her wrong?’ She smiled briefly at Kelly, then got up to take the lemonade pitcher in. She decided she needed a lot more vodka! As she walked to the door, she could feel at least one girl’s eyes on her backside. She was breathing hard before she got inside to mix more lemonade.

Brenda could not help noticing Evie taking a seat in the shade of the awning next to Kelly. The two girls talked in whispers, then they both looked towards her in the window of the kitchen.

The girls in the pool were now face down on their floats, eyes closed and drifting with the current of the pool as music played on the sound system. It was a lazy summer day, perfect for relaxing, but Brenda couldn’t relax. She returned to the pool deck with more lemonade, but sat opposite the two girls.

Another appraising glance from Evie as she picked up a bottle of sunscreen. Dribbling it over her long creamy legs, she spread it with long slender fingers, rubbing it in while looking directly at Brenda. Her tiny black bikini bottom barely covered her, Brenda noticed. Brenda studied the raven-haired beauty from behind her dark glasses as she gulped her lemonade nervously. Neither Kelly nor Evie broke their stares, not hiding the fact that they were checking out Brenda’s body in the swimsuit Kelly had told her to wear.

Evie’s hands, slick with lotion, slid up and nearly under her top, in effect cupping her perfect handful of boobs. She looked at Brenda and winked.

Kelly moved across to Brenda and leaned over, taking a sip of her lemonade.

“Wow, what did you put in here?” she asked in a mocking voice. Brenda grinned sheepishly; she’d made hers in ‘adult strength.’ She turned to check on Vicki and Becca.

Kelly moved quickly, seeing Brenda was distracted. She reached down, brushing hair away from Brenda’s face, her forefinger grazing along the woman’s cheek.

At the same moment, Evie spread her legs, moving the fabric to the side to apply sunscreen directly on her crotch, giving Brenda a quick peek at her hairless pussy. Evie grinned, knowing Brenda was watching her. Kelly was also aware of what Evie was up to, without having to look. The two girls were working in tandem, determined to seduce Vicki’s mother, but Brenda was not aware of this.

Mesmerized by Evie’s lurid actions, Brenda barely heard what Kelly was saying to her. Her mouth had literally dropped open, and her tongue automatically ran across her upper lip as she drank in the eroticism of the dark haired girl’s teasing display.

” Um.. oh , oh. What? I… oh, I put a little more vodka and a dash of triple sec in mine,” Brenda stammered. She took a quick breath, then took her own drink from Kelly’s hand. She took a big swallow of the heavily spiked lemonade.

Evie looked directly at Brenda with a sly smile as she got up. She walked towards her target, bringing the bottle of oily sunscreen with her. Her bikini bottom was still pulled to one side.

Brenda’s heart fluttered as she could only guess at the girl’s intent.

“Oh, good. Evie, are you done with that?” Kelly asked, leaning over Brenda and holding her hand out. She smiled at her friend, who smirked at her.

“I suppose. We don’t need your cute little ass getting burnt, now do we?” Evie teased, leaning past Brenda to hand the bottle to Kelly.

Brenda, finding herself unable to move. Kelly sat on the edge of Brenda’s lounge chair and began to apply the coconut-scented lotion to her own body. Kelly made quite a job of it; her arms and legs were soon slick with the lotion. The teen’s hand slid around and under her boobs, once more drawing the MILF’s attention.

“Do..do you need help with your back?” Brenda asked, glancing over at Evie who was now back in her chaise, with her eyes closed. She looked back to Kelly, who was already holding the bottle out to her.

“I wouldn’t argue,” Kelly answered and turned onto her stomach on the adjoining chaise lounge. She then reached back and untied her bikini top letting the strings fall alongside her.

Leaning over the girl’s slender body, Brenda began to go through the normal motions of rubbing lotion on her. What was not normal was how something she had done just a few days before, when putting it on her daughter’s back, had now become the most erotic thing she could imagine! It seemed that this whole day was one of new ways of seeing things, thanks to Kelly and the other sexy teenager.

Everything was quiet. Brenda could nearly hear her own heart thumping in her chest as she breathed deeply and slowly and her loins filled with that warm, soft inner throbbing that she knew was about to bloom into a lust that would wet her swimsuit. It was scary how much it turned her on to be touching this teenage girl.

Evie turned her head Barbara’s way, making the woman flush with a hint of shame and humiliation at how she must look. Evie simply smiled and closed her eyes again.

“There, sweetie. All coated. Would you or Evie like some water or something?”

“You didn’t get my butt,” Kelly said, not raising her head. Brenda didn’t see her grin, but Evie could.

Brenda hesitated, looking down. The heat between her own legs was almost unbearable. Her mouth was starting to get dry as the thoughts swam in her head. Kelly’s butt cheeks were like glorious bubbles, firm and round!

“Yeah, that’s the part that burns the easiest on her!” Becca chimed in from the pool. “…’cause it sticks out so much!” This was followed by a lot of giggling. .

It seemed everyone was aware of what was going on between the two! Brenda wondered what her own daughter might be thinking.

She held the bottle high and gave a quick squeeze of the cool lotion to the exposed cheeks swelling up from the tiny thong between them. That made Kelly jump and squeal.

“Hey, what happened to warming it up with those miracle hands, mommy-poo?” Kelly asked with a giggle in her voice.

Brenda tried to make light of it with a joke. “Sweetie, as hot as this butt of yours is, I’m sure it’s plenty warmed up on its own.”

No one laughed; in fact, there was a dreadful silence that told Brenda she’d probably gone too far with that comment.

Trying to diffuse the silence, she laid both her hands on the tight globes of her daughter’s teenage friend.

“Yep, already hot,” she exclaimed.

To her relief, everyone laughed at that, but Brenda was sweating by now.

Ever so slightly, Kelly pushed her ass up against Brenda’s hands and glanced over at Evie.

Brenda’s hands were still shaking as she started to very slowly rub the lotion into the teen’s skin.

“Oh, you gonna give me a massage too?” Kelly teased. She moaned just loudly enough to let Evie hear her.

Brenda took a deep breath, trying to calm her jangled nerves. She said, in a soft unsure voice, “Uh, nooo..” Her eyes and mind were more concerned with the glob of lotion that was on the verge of slipping between the cheeks of the perfect little ass under her hands.

A sudden push upward from Kelly, and Brenda’s thumb slipped down and spread the slick lotion along the firm valley. Brenda said quickly, “Sorry!”

“Ohhhh, nice job, there!,” Kelly teased. “Very, very good, in fact…mommy-poo.”

In response, Brenda’s fingertips grazed her asshole. Kelly pushed back more, wiggling her hips slightly.

“Oh, Mom must be doing something right, for Kelly to shake it like that!” Vikki remarked.”Go, mommy-poo!”

Again, laughter. Everyone was watching as Brenda’s hands lingered between the teen’s cheeks.

“My lord, these are tight,” Brenda moaned under her breath, so that only Kelly and Evie could hear her.

Evie whispered, “Tightest butt in town. Or so they say.” Then she laughed.

Brenda felt all the eyes on her. Her gut wrenched from the humiliation of not already stopping this charade, but when Vicki began to clap her hands and chant, “Go, mommy-poo,” her eyes darted around to see all three girls watching her hands on Kelly’s ass. She froze for a moment, then quickly pulled her hands away.

Rubbing lotion on a teen’s tight ass was one thing, but her pussy being wet and hot from it was another!

“Girls.. uhm.. I need to go in the house ..to get this lotion off my hands. Does anyone want anything while I’m inside?” Brenda made a bee-line for the sanctity of her home. Someone giggled.

Kelly got up, not bothering to tie up her bikini top. She looked down at Evie and winked.

“I think I’ll go inside, too. I’ll be back.” As she passed Evie she muttered, “Put on a good show out here, I’m going after that!”

Thinking she was alone in the house, Brenda rushed to her room, not even bothering to shut the door all the way. Her breathing was heavy. The fire and wetness between her legs was intense and she needed relief. Now! Almost ripping off her bikini bottoms, she dropped them on the bed.

Kelly re-entered the house. Not seeing Brenda in the kitchen or bathroom, she made her way upstairs to the master bedroom, careful to not make any noise. Getting to the slightly opened door, she peeked in to see the mother at her window. She knew Brenda was looking down at the pool deck.

Kelly grinned. The hot MILF was naked from the waist down, and rubbing herself! She bit her lip and took a step into the room, still careful not to be heard or seen. Kelly’s hand went to her own breast as she watched the lurid sight of Brenda masturbating.

Down below, the girls were playing around. Brenda watched from the corner of the window as Evie grabbed Vicki from behind, binding her arms. Becca then pulled Vicki’s top down and playfully teased her boobs, all three girls laughing. Brenda bit her lip as her fingers pressed into her damp pussy.

Seeing what Brenda was doing gave Kelly another idea. She backed out slowly to get her phone from Vicki’s room, then sent a text to Evie. Looking down from Vicki’s bedroom window, she saw Evie check her phone, glance upward and grin.

This was going well beyond what they had talked about, but if Kelly was up for it, so was she, Evie thought.

Brenda was still peeping out the window, half-naked and completely turned on. The hand at her crotch was moving steadily.

‘TIE V HANDS W SUIT TOP, WRK OVR GUD BUT NO CUM’

‘I can work with that,’ Evie thought, reading the text again. She whispered into Becca’s ear.

Vicki was fearful that her mom would come back out and see her topless, but with it all girls, and Becca having now taken hers off too, maybe mom wouldn’t say anything. Besides, the extra vodka Becca had been slipping into her refill every time had little Vicki near drunk.

Vicki was on cloud nine. She was loose and happy. and feeling wild and sexy! This was pretty extreme compared to the playful things her friends had ever done with her before, and she was loving it! ‘Who cares if it’s girl-girl,’ she thought. ‘Hell, half the girls in school are bi, and this is just in fun!

“Vicki, you’re drunk,” Evie spoke into her ear. “Hey, go with this my sexy friend, and you’ll be rewarded like the hot little slut we all know you are.” With a nod to Becca, Evie spun Vicki’s suit top around so it was still hanging from her neck, but with the cups and long wrap-around ties hanging down her back. She regained her hold on Vicki’s arms.

“Don’t ask questions, just keep your arms down and you’ll see what she means,” Becca whispered to Vicki.

Once again in Brenda’s room, Kelly lifted a bathrobe from a chair-back and pulled the soft sash through the loops. Having slipped quietly up behind Brenda, she held her phone high overhead in one hand and took several pictures of Brenda watching the sexy scene below as she played with herself.

Brenda gasped, watching the two girls bind Vicki’s arms with her own bikini top. But where was Kelly? Brenda watched as Becca began playing with her daughter’s boobs, no longer just playfully. The eroticism of the scene below was now real.

“Oh my lord!” Brenda moaned deeply, as Kelly got it on video.

Down on the pool deck, Vikki’s boobs were being toyed with more aggressively by Becca as Evie began grinding against the bound teen’s ass, moaning into the daughter’s ear. Vikki attempted to pull away but couldn’t, now also in Becca’s grasp.

Slipping her phone into her suit, Kelly walked up behind Brenda and whispered in her ear, “Don’t even think about moving. Just keep your eyes on your daughter.”

Brenda flinched, but obeyed the girl’s orders. Kelly grinned as she pulled Brenda’s arms back, holding her firmly. Brenda took a deep shuddering breath, closing her eyes for a moment and then opening them again. She couldn’t believe the sight of her beautiful daughter being held, groped and molested by her two friends. The sash was slipped behind both elbows, then tightened before she could object.

Suddenly, Brenda knew that a line had been crossed. There was no denying to Kelly or to herself that she’d secretly wished this to happen, but this was too much!

Once Kelly had two good wraps of the long sash around the woman’s elbows and crossed wrists, she knotted it quickly. She thought the woman might have fought her, but the half-naked MILF just stood there, her eyes on the girls below them.

“Good girl, mommy-pet. Good girl.”

Kelly pulled Brenda over to the middle of the window and opened the blinds wide.

Evie had been expecting it, and as soon as the movement of the blinds showed Brenda’s curvy form, she took Vicki’s chin in hand, lifting it so the girl could see her mother looking down at her.

“Uh-oh. Mommy’s watching,” she said with a smirk. Kelly turned the mother sideways, so her daughter could see she was also bound. Vicki gazed upwards, watching as Kelly wrapped more of the long sash around her mother’s wrists, then pulled the end up and wrapped it around Brenda’s neck. Vicki watched as her mother’s arms were pulled up behind her back, much as Evie had tied hers. This made Brenda’s boobs stand out.

Kelly turned the trembling woman back towards the wide open window and pushed her forward until she was up against the glass. She slid Brenda’s top up over her breasts and mashed them against the window.

Down below, Evie told Becca to take her phone and start recording. Then she slipped Vicki’s wet swimsuit bottom down and off, held the girl from behind by the neck and stuffed them into her mouth.

Upstairs, Brenda gasped aloud. “Oh my god!” she blurted as she was manipulated. She locked eyes with her daughter below as Becca and Evie took turns squeezing, pinching and twisting at the tightly-bound girl’s nipples. Vicki’s face was a combination of fear and arousal.

“Naughty mommy, watching her own daughter getting used like that,” Kelly whispered in Brenda’s ear, reaching around and squeezing a big nipple between her fingers. “Keep watching. You both need to learn what submissive girls should act like,” she instructed.

Brenda’s legs were trembling as she continued to watch, moaning as Kelly duplicated the actions of the girls below. She tried desperately to will the girls to stop, hoping Vicki was not getting pleasure from the abuse, but she knew otherwise. She gasped again as Kelly pulled her nipple out and let it go sharply.

“Such a hot mommy,” Kelly cooed in her ear. Her hand slid down and started to rub against Brenda’s burning, soaked pussy.

“You will tell me when you’re about to cum, do you understand?” Kelly asked in a husky whisper. Brenda could only nod, her eyes still locked on her daughter’s.

Kelly expertly teased and manipulated the woman, feeling the thrill of power when she was able to work her to the edge of orgasm twice, then stopped.

Below, Evie and Becca held and fondled Vicki, turning the drunken daughter into a lesbian’s play toy. Evie, tall and strong, held sweet little Vicki tightly while Becca pulled off her own swimsuit bottom and made Vicki lick the crotch of it. Brenda could only watch and gasp, hardly believing what her daughter was doing. .

After packing the gusset of the bikini bottom in Vicki’s mouth, Becca gave her a slap.

“Don’t you dare spit that out, you little mommy’s-girl. Just keep looking up at her, no matter what. You hear me?”

Kelly’s dark plan was working out even better than any of the girls expected. They all knew what to do, from that simple message Kelly had sent. It was time to work little Vicki over good, as her mom watched, unable to stop them.

Brenda’s knees were so weak she could barely stand, anyway. Leaning back into Kelly’s welcoming embrace kept her on her feet. Her heart was pounding in her chest as if it would burst through! Kelly’s expert fingers were driving her mad with lust.

Evie was now holding her daughter by the shoulders in a firm grip as Becca began to snap at her body with a wet towel. Vicki was twisting and flinching from the stinging corner of the towel-turned-whip, and Brenda could hear her cries. In addition, she was being talked to sternly by the girls abusing her, but the sound of their words didn’t make it into the house. Vicki finally nodded her head up and down in an agonizing “yes” to some unheard question.

Becca stepped up to the panting, shaking Vicki, reached out and put her fingers over her virgin pussy and teased the hot little pea-sized clit peeking out from it, making both Brenda and her daughter gasp.

“Your daughter knows how to be a good girl,” Kelly muttered softly into Brenda’s ear. Her fingers pressed harder on the mom’s own clitoris, and Brenda stiffened. Kelly’s lips rested gently on her neck.

“Now, will her mommy do the same?”

Brenda nodded as Becca continued to tease her daughter’s clit. Vikki was writhing and moaning against the bikini bottom stuffed in her mouth. Evie kept her firm grip on the smaller girl’s shoulder, then whispered something in Vikki’s ear that made her look up, re-establishing eye contact with her mother.

Brenda could see the red marks from the wet towel whipping as they formed and deepened on her daughter’s beautiful little body. Vicki was panting and her eyes were full of tears, but they also showed a hungry look that Brenda had never seen in them before. She was both ashamed for her daughter and very proud of her. Vicki struggled in Evie’s strong grip, but she didn’t really try to get away. The two girls with her were now being gentler with her as they moved her forward a few steps, out of the hot sun and a little closer to the windows. Evie motioned for Kelly to raise the window and she did.

“Stay, Mommy,” Kelly ordered as Brenda surged toward the open window. “Stay…just stand there, like a good pet.”

Kelly took only a minute, first to dash into the woman’s huge walk-in closet. She came back with two belts that were both fully adjustable, with buckle holes all along their length, and a chain belt that worked basically the same way. Holding the belts up for the girls outside to see, then dropping them at the woman’s feet brought a gasp of “Oh god..” from Brenda. Then, pulling off her own poolwater- and pussy-soaked bikini bottom and moving behind her so as not to block the view, Kelly held the MILF with a tight grip on her neck, under her chin.

“Open up, mommy-whore, and get your first taste of teenage pussy as your little daughter-turned-hot-lezzy-bait watches you!”

Kelly stuffed her suit bottom in the MILF’s mouth and secured it with one of the belts. She could feel the woman’s shiver turn to a tremble of fear, excitement and extreme lust. It was that lust and fear that had held her there when Kelly went to her closet. Kelly had to smile. With her arms now bound behind her back, Brenda was already a prisoner in her mind. This gave her the excuse to stand there, watching the girls sensually molest her bound and gagged, naked daughter.

“With no one to hold you, let’s make sure you stand and take it, so you can be a good mommy-slut for us,” Kelly told Brenda. Kneeling on the floor behind her, Kelly took only a moment to cinch a leather belt around the woman’s ankles and buckle it tightly. Then, going high on the thighs, she trapped them together with the chain belt as tightly as she could get it. It dug into the flesh of Brenda’s nicely shaped thighs.

Leaving her standing bound, gagged and exposed, Kelly went to the master bathroom and took a medium-sized hand towel from the ring by the sink. She soaked it under the faucet, then wrung it out to make the same kind of whip that was used to make those delicious marks on Vicki’s hot little body.

Down below, Becca and Evie were sensually stimulating Vikki’s nipples and clit in tandem, bringing her closer and closer to her first-ever climax. All Vicki knew was that she loved the feeling.

“Now, be a good mommy and don’t stop looking at your daughter,” Kelly told her, before snapping the towel onto Brenda’s ass. Brenda could only whimper loudly, with her mouth gagged. Her eyes were filled with lust as watched her daughter’s boobs and clit being tortured by her friends. Another snap of the towel to the side of her boob brought her attention back to her own teenage domme.

“Oooh, that got your attention didn’t it? I love how wet you are from all this…” Kelly grinned lewdly. “You’ve always wanted this, haven’t you?”

Brenda was suffering from sensual overload. She was seeing things she never in a million years had expected to see, and it was having the expected effect on her body. While the sting of the wet towel made her squeal and flinch, the look on her daughter’s face, seeing her mother twisting and jerking, was precious in its blend of horror and lust.

Kelly began sliding her skilled fingers up and down over Brenda’s wet labia again, stroking them across her engorged clit. There was some twisted truth to what Kelly was implying by asking her if she had always wanted what was happening to her.

The truth was not as simple as the question, however. Brenda knew she had crossed a line toward what she wanted, more than she had ever wanted anything. She had been plunged hard and fast into lesbian bondage sex, but without regret. No one had ever touched her the way Kelly was touching her now; not even her husband. Nor had she ever witnessed anything as sexy as what she was seeing below, not even in those videos.

But had she always wanted this? No, she couldn’t admit that she did. She may have always wanted to find something this hot and amazing, but this! This had never crossed her mind. A softly moaned “nooo” came out weak and unconvincing, as her eyes stayed glued on the girls watching her.

“Don’t lie..” Kelly commanded, snapping the towel on Brenda’s ass again. “I saw the way you looked at me, the way you watched Evie touch herself earlier.”

Vicki’s legs were now spread wide, her exposed pussy being teased by both Becca and Evie as she begged them for more, with no relief to be granted. Her orgasm was just seconds away, but destined to be denied by her friends. They worked in tandem to tease and stimulate the girl in numerous ways. Evie used her fingers to open Vicki’s pussy. Becca kneeled now, using her tongue to tease Vicki’s swollen clit. All the while Vikki was looking up into her mother’s eyes, her expression one of pleading and surrender.

The insanity of it all was weighing on Brenda as her head spun with shame and sexual arousal, both more intense than any she’d known. The way she was bound, with feet tight together, made it tricky to not fall over when she flinched from the sharp sting of the wet towel on her body. Harder yet was taking those tiny steps as Kelly took her shoulders and turned her at an angle to the window. She had to turn her head over her shoulder to keep her eyes on her daughter, as she had been ordered to do. In truth, she couldn’t bear to look away.

Only her daughter had sympathy for her when suddenly a hard, painful sting sent searing pain through her left breast, where Kelly had snapped the towel against her skin. She almost fell, but managed to stay on her feet. There came another; then another and another. Her large breasts bounced with each blow.

“So..I will ask again..” Kelly snapped the towel, hitting Brenda’s tit once more, “…haven’t you always wanted to be used like this?”

Another snap connected, this time on Brenda’s nipple.

Down below, Vikki’s eyes were pleading for release. The constant denial was overwhelming her sanity as well. Evie and Becca now switched places. Evie got on all fours and arched her ass upward so Brenda could have a nice view of it from above as she took her place between Vicki’s thighs.

“Tempting, isn’t it?” Kelly whispered. “You know you want to bury your face between your little girl’s legs, too.” She snapped the towel again, stinging the flesh on her ass. “Even if it means only your daughter could cum, and you’d be denied.”

The searing pain made it hard for Brenda to think. Her eyes were glued to the torrid scene below her bedroom window. Her sweet Vicki, her previously innocent little darling, was obviously going wild with a desperate need to cum. The wicked girls were toying with her in a twisted game of orgasm denial coupled with the bizarre scene they were involved in. They had tormented her to the edge of a desire so strong she was babbling, demanding and literally pleading for release.

Vicki’s eyes focused on her mom’s large breasts as they yielded to the impromptu whip. Her mother was clearly also in distress and held captive by her friend Kelly, who was now holding her by one bound arm and whipping her big tits over and over wildly.

Vicki saw the desperate passion burning in her mother’s eyes as she nodded her head briskly to some unheard question Kelly must be asking her.

“Say it! Say it out loud, you naughty mommy,” Kelly suddenly demanded.

Down below, Evie continued to torment Vikki’s pussy with her tongue, stopping and restarting her fearful ministrations.

“I want to hear you say, ‘Please let her cum! Let my daughter cum; just let her cum!’”

Brenda knew how pitiful it must have looked and sounded as she tottered on her bound legs and her body quivered with pain and lust in a swirling madness of shame and humiliation. The sight of Evie licking the clean folds of her daughter’s pretty little pussy; Kelly’s lusty voice as she raised her demands. Her own pitiful whimpers, of a desperate need for release.

“Easse eh ee aak oo mmm…eh rr uumm easse ett err umm…”

Kelly removed the panties from Brenda’s mouth. “Say it again,” she demanded. Brenda moaned pitifully as Kelly squeezed the hot mother’s breast with a surprisingly strong hand.

“Please, Kelly don’t hurt her or torment her more. Please let her have some relief,” Brenda begged. “I’ll do anything you want.”

Evie waggled her ass in the air as she continued to lick Vicki. Becca fondled their friend’s boobs from behind as if they were stress balls, and all the while Vicki stared up at Brenda, into her eyes.

“Look at your mommy being such a naughty whore,” Becca growled at Vicki as she tugged hard at the girl’s nipples, drawing a shriek from her.

“Yesh! Yesh, eesh a aughty hoah!” the girl grunted, so desperate to cum she had completely surrendered her own and her mother’s dignity.

Satisfied at last, Kelly sent a message down below to the others. Both her and Brenda watched as Evie’s tongue went into overdrive and Becca whispered something in Vikki’s ear. Within seconds, they heard the loud wail of orgasmic release coming from the daughter. Vikki’s body shook wildly as the pent-up orgasm finally broke free inside her, tumbling her into spasms of pleasure.

“See? That wasn’t so hard, now was it?” Kelly grinned, watching the girl along with her mother. “Now, I wonder: how well can you make me cum with that tongue of yours?”

Brenda had no idea how well she could make a girl cum! Her heart hammered in her chest as she came to understand she was about to find out. Hesitating with her reply, a quick swing of Kelly’s right hand landed a stunning slap on Brenda’s face, making her almost fall.

“Answer me,” Kelly growled as she stood before her, her eyes flashing. Both of them watched as Evie and Becca lay Vicki on the grass like a used-up sex toy. “If you don’t answer me, I’ll make sure neither of you ever cums again.” Another hard swat of Brenda’s face left a handprint, and Brenda staggered against the window frame.

“Owww! Oh, fuck… okay! ” Brenda gasped. “I don’t even know if I can; I really don’t, Kelly, I swear. I’ve never done…that.”

Kelly grabbed her arms firmly from behind, forcing Brenda to her knees. “That’s more like it, mommy-slut,” she barked. “Well, we’re gonna find out how good a pussy-licker you can be, right now!” Kelly held the woman’s head, guiding her with both hands twisted into her pretty hair.

In truth, Brenda had never been so turned on in her life as she was at that moment! The words that Kelly had drawn from her were coming true, and her pussy leaked and her clit throbbed as she considered the actions to come. Brenda’s breathing was coming in shallow, breathless gasps.

“Open your mouth. Stick your tongue out,” Kelly demanded as she guided Brenda’s face to her smoothly shaved pussy.

Both could hear the faint moans of Becca below them, as she ground herself on Vicki’s face. Evie was back between the girl’s legs, teasing her pussy again with her tireless tongue. Her long fingers pumped in and out of Vicki in a practiced motion. Vicki would cum again, soon, she knew.

As directed, Brenda stuck out her tongue, and a jolt went through her body. She finally got the taste of Kelly’s teenaged pussy as her tongue was forced onto it.

Brenda could almost taste and feel the youthful lusty energy of Kelly as she ran her tongue up from the bottom of that sweet, hot and very damp pussy, up to the bean-sized clit that peeked out from between those tight labia. She felt the absolute shame of her actions, and the horror of admitting to herself how much she was now loving what was happening to her and her daughter. But even stronger than the shame of being submissive to her now… was her unspoken desire to make Kelly come.

As Kelly groaned and guided the woman’s face and mouth, she directed Brenda on how to use her lips and tongue on her.

“Mmmmm, that’s it. Come on, be a good slutty mommy and lick me good. Right there, baby. Right there!”

Becca was grinding down hard on Vikki’s mouth, her moans increasingly louder. Vikki was also moaning, but it was muffled by the little redhead’s pussy. And if she listened well enough, Brenda could hear Evie moaning into her daughter’s vagina, between the wet smacking sounds of her tongue on wet flesh. The whole area seemed to resonate with the sounds of sex.

“Oh, is our good little girl needing to cum again?” Evie asked Vicki loudly; loud enough for both Brenda and Kelly to hear. “Well, sorry. Only after slutty-mommy makes Kelly cum first!”

Brenda wanted desperately to rub her needy clit and run her fingers deep into her own pussy. Her arms, tied back, made her not only vulnerable but robbed her of what she needed so much in that moment. The robe sash, the belts; the helplessness of it all was so heart-poundingly frustrating!

Kneeling, licking the girls pussy and actually enjoying it, was wrong. Being controlled like this was somehow an excuse to her that she was doing it against her will. But seeing her daughter giving in to the other two girls, Brenda knew neither needed to be forced into it. Had they?

Her sweet daughter was weak and easy to manipulate into this, but Brenda couldn’t escape the reality that this was something she was not only ready for, but had allowed herself to think about as the girls matured.

Kelly’s pussy was cleanly shaven, like the girls in porn Brenda had seen when she occasionally watched it. Pink and slick, with now swollen lips and clit, it made her shiver when the lusty teen pulled the woman’s nose up and over it and repeated her instructions on how to pleasure her.

“That’s it, slut! Get in there good,” she groaned, “show me that nasty mommy we all knew you were!” Her hands gripped the woman’s hair tightly as she attempted to climb over her face, grinding her roughly against her pussy.

For her part, Brenda could only comply. Pulled off-balance, she had to trust in Kelly’s hands to keep her from toppling over as she extended her tongue and allowed it to be used as Kelly wished. All three girls below stared upward after Becca dismounted from Vicki’s face, and Evie whooped loudly.

“Yeowwww, listen to that bitch eat pussy! Damn, girl…”

She looked over into Vicki’s eyes. “I’m impressed with Mom! You think you’ll ever be that good?”

Becca laughed. “She’s almost there,” she avowed, “but she’ll need a lot more experience before that happens. Hey, Kel!” she shouted upward, “are we sure Mommy hasn’t been practicing before now?”

Kelly slowed her movements, letting Brenda dictate her own motions on her slippery pussy. She chuckled as she looked down at the MILF, now eagerly licking her.

“Are we?” she asked rhetorically in a soft voice. “Maybe this isn’t the first time little Vicki has felt a tongue on that twat.”

Brenda moaned in denial, but didn’t stop licking. The taste of the teenager’s pussy was addictive, making her want to spend as much time and energy as she was allowed there.

“Yeah, of course.” Kelly shook her head, watching in amazement as the helpless mom craned her neck to reach as deeply between her labia as she could. “Hey, slut. Has Daddy also been working that maybe-not-so virgin pussy?” This time Brenda didn’t even bother to reply; she had other priorities.

With any luck, they could get Vicki’s dad on board as well! Why not use the whole family for their pleasure? If not, then he would have to go, she thought. As her hands went back to using Brenda’s face to scrub her needy pussy, she remembered that the other girls hadn’t yet had their chance at this hot MILF. She also wanted to feel Vicki’s tongue on her; that little slut was now a prime lesbian-in-the-makingut. But those things could wait for another day.

Kelly realized they’d need to get Vicki away from her mom for more training. She felt herself nearing orgasm already, as she thought about turning the little virgin into a fully degraded, completely submissive slut. They might even make money off her! Maybe they could even make money, deflowering her virgin pussy online? That thought upped her arousal immediately! She released Brenda’s head and pulled the chair from the dressing table over to the window, then settled back to enjoy her climax.

Without being told to, Brenda went back to pleasuring her. Kelly spread her legs widely and urged the naughty mom on as Brenda forced her tongue into the teen’s sensitive pussy.

“Good girl,” Kelly sighed. “I love the way you’re using your mouth, mommy-slut; I should have had you doing this all along!” She laid one leg over her slut’s shoulder and pushed Brenda’s hair back from her face so she could watch her tongue, but the MILF had her mouth plastered to Kelly’s now-aching cunt with her tongue teasing that orgasm closer and closer.

“You’re gonna be doing this a lot more, Brenda,” she panted. “Oh god! A whoooole lot more, I think! Yeah, give it to me. Give it to me, SLUT!!!”

Watching Brenda’s face was too much. Her look of concentration as she ate Kelly’s young snatch, the way her eyebrows furrowed when she stabbed her tongue between those glistening labia; and finally, when she turned her lusty bleary eyed gaze up to Kelly – that was it!

“Ogoddddddd!” Kelly groaned as she arched her back and wrapped both legs around the head of the servile MILF, nearly crushing her between her muscular thighs as she climaxed. It was monumental, and in that moment, both knew this wouldn’t be the last for her.

In fact, by the time her third strong orgasm had waned, Kelly was exhausted. She lay on Brenda’s bed, where she’d led the still-restrained mom, with her legs spread widely. Brenda, too, had reached the limits of her energy, and lay with her head on Kelly’s left thigh, dozing lightly.

The teen knew that her newly-converted sex slave would awaken to overwhelming remorse, and that was the point where training her would truly begin. It was one thing to seduce her; that was the easy part. Then, to bind her with belts and force her to pleasure her, hadn’t taken much at all. Even to watch her own daughter suffer the same fate from above! Brenda had been surprisingly docile once the teasing and orgasm denial had begun, augmented by the physical abuse. She really took to it, in fact! Kelly had no doubt that Brenda had fallen in love with her. Now it was her task to keep the woman constantly aroused the rest of the night while Evie and Becca worked on Vicki at Becca’s house. Kelly closed her eyes for a moment and imagined the scene as it would be happening there. But first…

Kelly slipped her leg smoothly from under Brenda’s head, easing her face down onto the sheets. She had to pee something fierce! Glancing down at the exhausted MILF, she smiled. She could hardly wait to whip that intoxicating curvy body into a sexual frenzy again, but that too would have to wait. She wanted the woman needy and begging for release for the rest of the night so she would need some rest.

Having relieved herself Kelly went downstairs and talked to Evie for several minutes. The two girls had been exploring bdsm sites and sharing stories for a while. That is what led them this far and it was way further than they had dared dream. That did not stop them from talking about many What If situations and the reality that at that very moment they managed to have the perfect set up right in their laps. Evie made a silly joke about how they lapped really for beginners. They knew these new ideas were risky but fuck they could work and maybe even make them some good money.

Kelly returned to the bed. Slipping in alongside Brenda, she slid her hands up the sexy mom’s waist and onto her breasts. She’d warmed them under the water in the sink so Brenda wasn’t shocked awake; she wanted her to come around slowly as her body responded to her manipulations. She was rewarded with a very soft moan.

Closing her fingers around the nipples, Kelly began to massage them softly. She imagined these tits leaking milk after the proper medication took hold. These 38DD’s would hold a lot of milk, she knew, and make Brenda a prime lactator; the signature hucow for their Depraved Daughters site! Unable to resist, Kelly slid down and fastened her lips to Brenda’s massive nipple.

Another moan. The MILF was enjoying this, even in her sleep! Kelly tongued the rapidly hardening nipple, teasing it into its full erection. Her hand kneaded the other at the same time, exciting them both as Brenda’s eyes slowly fluttered open.

“Mmmppphhh,” she groaned, barely awake but already aroused. “What are you doing?”

“Shhhhhh, shhhhhh,” Kelly urged, looking up into Brenda’s eyes, which were now fully opened. They widened in alarm, then took on the look of acceptance that Kelly was hoping for. “I couldn’t resist, Brenda. You looked so sexy lying here.” With that, Kelly slid her hand down over the soft mommy-flesh, headed for Brenda’s pussy.

Brenda anticipated her destination and wished she could open her thighs, but they were still bound by the belts Kelly had used on her legs. ‘Ogod, I need to cum!’ she thought wildly, working her thighs against one another in a futile attempt to stimulate herself. She knew she was wet, and that worked against her, if anything. She needed friction! Maybe Kelly would grant her release, if she begged her for it.

“Please?” she whimpered, her voice hoarse from an afternoon of eating pussy. “Can I cum now, Kelly? Please, honey…”

Kelly’s fingers were now stroking just above her clit, frustratingly close but not quite granting her the pleasure she sought. Brenda wished she could get her arms free. Her pussy needed touch but the robe sash was still maddeningly knotted around her wrists and elbows, all behind her back.

“Pleeeeease?” Her voice was almost a sob now, as the girl slid down her body.

‘Maybe now,’ she dared to think, suddenly hopeful. She’d been so obedient, doing everything the girl wanted! She hiked her hips forward as she felt Kelly’s warm breath on her. She could see the top of the girl’s head, the blonde pony-tail swirling around her as she seemed to be studying her, possibly thinking about the best way to access her pussy. Brenda imagined the feel of the teen’s lips on her. Where previously she’d felt only fingers, as gratifying as that was, she longed to feel those lips and that tongue, and to finally get to climax.

Kelly blew softly on her wet pussy.

“Is mommy-slut needy?” she teased, chuckling softly as she again caressed Brenda’s starving pussy with her breath. She could see the agony the edging was causing the blonde MILF and wondered how long she could keep her in such a state.

“Please please please,” Brenda gasped, her pelvic muscles contracting, “ogod I need it Kelly, please? Please lemme cummmm!”

Kelly grinned. The mommy was close to babbling, so great was her need! She blew again, a long stream of cooling air that she knew was driving the woman crazy as it flowed over the hot, damp skin. Then, impishly, she flicked her finger directly on Brenda’s clit and laughed as she cried out.

Downstairs Vicki had already been untied and was being re-dressed, ready to be taken to Becca’s house. She seemed to be in a drunken, post-orgasmic daze. The plan was simple- to separate the mom and daughter, in order to train them each as lesbian service-sluts. Today was a good start. They had heard Kelly’s moans intensify. All three girls knew that Brenda was responding to her degradation the same way Vicki had. Both seemed to be accepting of their duties already, and that was a good sign.

Kelly would remain here, but they would be in continual contact via video chat. All Kelly had to do was gain Brenda’s password to her computer. Hearing the moans, Evie doubted that would be an issue.

Becca’s house was perfect for taking Vicki for the night. Her parents didn’t even bother to greet them when the girls came in the kitchen door, grabbed some food and headed up to her room. Her room was over the garage and they wouldn’t hear anything. There was even an outside door to a deck, and stairs to the driveway if they needed them.

It was Evie’s idea to get Vicki out of the way until it was decided how the night would go. “We’ll tie up our little toy and give her something to listen to. Becca, look for some hot lesbian sex vid, make a loop and send it to your earbuds,” she ordered.

A few minutes after they got into Becca’s room, they had the girl trussed up in a makeshift hogtie with belts, a pair of Becca’s worn panties held in her mouth by a scarf but not blindfolded. They wanted her able to look around, so they could read her expressions when they said and did things to her helpless body. She was placed belly down on the rug at the side of Becca’s bed.

Evie sent a text to her friend Kai. “NSFW ATTACHMENT. LK WT WE FND!. 2 PETS NEEDING TRNING. NO SHIT 4 REAL!.” One of the pics was of Brenda looking out her window. She was naked, with red whip marks on her body. The other was of Vicki, arms bound behind her back, in the grasp of Evie and Becca. She also sported red marks.

As Evie was texting, Becca logged onto her computer to open a webcam link with Kelly on Barbara’s computer.. She texted Kelly that they were ready. It took only moments before the notification came up; then she saw Kelly on-screen, sitting at Barbara’s desk. It being an older set up with a wired webcam, Kelly had to leave it on the desk, but could turn it to see all around the room. She gave it a quick scan to show them what she had done with Brenda.

“Hey guys, I’ve been thinking we need to plan some things before we get this going. As you can see, I’ve made sure mommy slave can’t hear what we’re up to.” Not knowing the other girls had done the same thing, she instructed them to put headphones on the girl. “This has already gone way past any ideas we considered,” she said.

Becca and Evie spoke at the same time, giggling at Kelly’s instructions. Evie went on to say, “Uh, yeah, we figured the same thing. Becca, turn the cam to show her our little slave girl.” Kelly saw Vicki, hog-tied on the floor with her eyes wide, and laughed.

“Nice. She and Slut-mommy make a nice matched set!”

Vicki proved to be even more docile than her mother during the long night of hot sex and mild slave training. Today would be a real test of that. She wanted to be in the clique; to be included in whatever the girls did. To feel like she was part of something awesome! She told Becca this as she sat in the back of Evie’s girlfriend’s van with her. Evie and the older girl, Kai, were talking in low voices that Vicki couldn’t make out, as they were taking her somewhere that Vicki wasn’t allowed to see, for a day of training. She wore a blindfold and her hands had been re-secured with a soft rope, but as Becca said, that was just to keep her from playing with herself. Her light summer dress felt different with no bra or panties beneath. She felt sexier than she ever had, in all her years of life!

She’d done things that she’d never even imagined before, and her mind and body were still electrified by the memories. The oral sex – oh my god! And the orgasms? In all the times she’d played with herself, exploring her responses to her own attempts at stimulating herself, she’d never imagined it could feel that good. This was a whole new world that her friends had allowed her to see into, and she loved it!

She wondered what her mom was doing with Kelly back at the house and how she was keeping it from her dad, but it was hard to concentrate on that. Those visions of her through the window, the emotions visible on her face? She’d never seen that side of her mother. It wasn’t easy to think about what could have been pain, but definitely was the kind of pleasure that only adults understood, previously.

Vicki understood it now, or thought she did. And she wanted more. If she could only get it while tied up and suffering the snaps of a damp towel, so be it. As she told Becca in an unrelenting torrent of conversation, she wanted in on the plan. She’d do anything, let them do anything. She’d take it all, gladly and proudly, just…

“Jesus,” Becca huffed. “Can I get a gag for this one? She’s driving me crazy back here! When are we gonna be there?”

Kai’s eyes glanced at her in the rear-view mirror, “Shut it girl , shut it NOW!” and that was enough to silence Becca. The 22-year old terrified her. Evie was dark, but this girl was a black hole, into which her two friends had fallen. She was like Evie’s older, more goth-like sister. She could tell that Evie worshiped her. She hadn’t participated up to now, but everything Evie or Kelly asked for, Kai seemed to be able to facilitate. The set-up in the barn, the super-fast laptop and cameras, the access to the dark web – Kai delivered. The only thanks Evie had ever given her, as far as Becca could see, were those long, tongue-sucking kisses. Well, those and the marks Evie tried and failed to hide! Becca had no doubt they came courtesy of whatever those two got up to in their own time. Becca sometimes wished she had a girlfriend who would do those things to her, scary as the thought was.

Well, at least they had Vicki now. The website Kelly, Becca and Evie had talked about all night and morning was coming together thanks to Kai. Vicki and Brenda would be the star attractions once they were up and running.

Punishment! Pain! Humiliation! Training! — the website promised all this, and already people were logging on to see if they delivered. A little money was already coming in through Paypal and Cashapp, and so far all they had up were some hot pictures and a few stolen video clips. Becca was astounded at how much they could make if this took off, though the other two seemed to know already. For not the first time, Becca wondered when they had gotten involved in all this and how deep they were in with Kai. She knew they did Tik-tok vids, and she heard Kai had an Onlyfans page.

‘No matter,” she told herself; she was part of it now. So was Vicki. But maybe not in the way she imagined.

The van came to a stop, and though she couldn’t see, Vicki intuited they were at their destination, wherever that was. Maybe she would soon get this blindfold off, and they would do whatever it was that they kept whispering about. She could almost hear the butterflies in her tummy. This was going to be exciting! She hoped there would be more sex. That was the best part of this; the pain was bearable, but the pleasure was undeniably awesome, making her body respond in ways she’d never imagined.

“Okay? Hello?”

She waited, listening intently as the others got out and talked outside the van. There was some giggling, and she longed to be part of the joke.

“Don’t forget meee,” she pleaded, and there was more giggling. The rear door opened, and strong hands grabbed her upper arms and pulled her to the door. She turned and felt her legs dangle over the opening, then her feet were on the ground and she was walked around and into a building. It sounded empty, and huge. They walked maybe forty steps and then she was stopped and turned 90 degrees.

“Arms up.”

Vicki complied, and felt her wrists flanking something cold and metal as her hands were placed on either side of that object and attached to it. ‘What the…’ She was released, and someone pulled a rope through a block and tackle, raising the teen’s arms even higher. When she was fully extended, her toes were the only thing connecting her to the concrete floor.

“Alright,” came Evie’s voice, softly. “Slave, you will do your best to remain quiet and only speak when spoken to. Let the games begin.”

It was time.

Evie and Kai had the dark web up and the cameras set up on their tripods, giving them views from in front of and behind Vicki’s trembling body. The girl was already nearing her limit, her calves aching from standing on tip-toe, her skin blotchy from Becca’s bored slapping at her with the crop.

“Okay, Bec,” Evie announced, “give it a rest. We’ll be online once we hear from Kelly. Bring her down a little, okay?”

Becca pulled the opposite rope, and Vicki’s arms were lowered to just above her head, giving her some much-needed blood circulation that was agonizing in its own way. The girl’s head dropped and she sighed deeply. She was still blindfolded, so she had no idea of the set-up she was now the star of, but she’d understood they had some kind of network connection, and that she was part of it. Suddenly, the blindfold was pulled from over her eyes, and she was looking into Kai’s darkly shadowed eyes. It shocked her. The woman took a long drag on her cigarette and blew smoke into Vicki’s face, grinning at her reaction.

“Alright ladies,” the older girl announced, “I’m outta here. Fuck, I wish I could stay and watch, but other slaves await. Whatever you’re gonna do, have fun, but don’t leave blood all over the place, okay? Evie, call me later.”

‘Blood?’ Vicki gazed around her as the girl walked away, swiveling her head one way and then the other. ‘What were those cameras for?’ With a sudden dawning, she realized they were pointing at her, suspended in the middle of this open building. There was a folding table at the far end, with cables leading to and from it. Evie was dithering with a monitor, only occasionally glancing her way.

Becca was still holding the instrument of torture she’d been using on her, looking at her with a sly grin on her chubby face. She’d changed from her swimsuit to a leather outfit that came up high on her hips, with no cups to hold her budding breasts. Her nipples were a soft pink, and fully erect. The black lace party face masks were perfect for the role of Mistress the three girls would wear on screen. There had been much discussion about how safe it was to show the slaves’ faces, but Kai and Evie assured them they could block any URL within a 100 mile range or more, to reduce the risk to near zero. They would sell more on the dark web that way, they said. And for a lot more money!

“Becca,” Vicki asked, “what is this? Why were you hitting me with that? Let me down, okay? I’m tired of this game.” Her voice sounded pitiful, just perfect for the cameras.

From the far side, Evie told Becca to find something to put in the slut’s mouth. She didn’t even refer to Vicki by name; she was now “the slut” – a ‘thing’ to be silenced, and god knew what else done with! Vicki began to sob as Becca produced a belted device with a round leather ball attached. Becca stepped around behind her, regarding Vicki with a strange expression; not quite a smirk.

‘Why was she doing this?’ “Wait…what’s tha…….”

Becca’s hands went over her head and pulled the foul-tasting ball into her mouth, stopping her questions. Vicki felt her buckling it behind her head, and far too late, shook her head violently. Becca laughed.

“Got her,” she yelled to Evie, who rolled her eyes.

Just then, Kelly’s face appeared on the monitor. “Hi, kids,” she announced, “what’s happening there?”

Evie hit a key and Vicki appeared, looking small and worn. Kelly saw she was gagged and crying softly. ‘Good,’ she thought, ‘Kai must have come through for us.’ The studio looked great on-screen; a little dark and forbidding, hopelessly hard in its austerity. Concrete and steel, the perfect setting for mommies and their daughters to suffer in the name of fun.

“Depraved Daughters,” her and Evie’s brainchild, was about to get nasty! The name would work great with the idea they’d come up with. They’d all called Brenda “Mom” at one time or another anyway. And her daughter was now just as depraved as any of them.

The tiny snips of the “confession” audio they’d produced yesterday were going wild with hits. Even the pixelated photos were getting lots of stars, the graphic used to show what was trending. It had been Kelly’s last-minute decision to obscure the slaves’ faces in the photos, and in a way that made it seem more real – to not show them in detail, but allow the viewers to fill in the looks of pain and suffering. They weren’t necessarily a BDSM site, anyway; the dark web had plenty of those. It all went back to the direction they really wanted to go in – to make the site about turning older women and girls into sex slaves. Their target audience was other young women to show them different ways to go about making it happen for themselves.

When they sold that idea to the dark web producer, he was all over the realism of it, and said it should sell better than aiming it at men. The money would come from men, too; there was nothing those perverts liked better than watching lesbians doing things to one another. Peeking into kinky lesbian teens turning women into sex slaves, and teaching other girls how to do it, should be a hit.

“Okay, Becca, lace those boots up. And don’t forget your hood! And remember…” Evie left the monitor and walked quickly over to Vicki. The girl was up on her toes, the rope tethering her to the ceiling having been pulled tight again. She looked out of it, and they hadn’t even gone online yet. Evie raised her young friend’s chin with her fingers.

“…no names out loud, alright? We wouldn’t want to see your mom get pulled through the mud over this. And your dad? What would he do?” She shook the girl’s head violently once, forcing Vicki to look into her eyes. “Hey! I’m sure you wouldn’t have a daddy at home anymore if he knew about this, would you, kid?”

Vicki shook her head, concern written in her eyes. But it was more than that. She needed to cum again. The thought of her family being broken up over something like this wasn’t something she wanted to think about, but if taking a few lashes from Becca’s crop meant everything else would stay the same, she’d be a good girl. And in truth, she was beginning to find pleasure in this new pain; hopefully, enough to trigger another orgasm. If not, she’d beg again. Vicki was getting comfortable with begging.

As Evie looked into her hooded eyes, the girl retreated into sub-space again.

“Okay, Kelly, you guys still with me?”

“Oh, yeah, babe. We’re ready on this end, and excited! Mommy here is anxious to see her baby girl again. Aren’t you, mommy-slut?”

Kelly appeared on Evie’s monitor as they switched feeds, and the blonde-haired teen swiveled the webcam again to show Brenda beside her, still bound with soft ropes. The mother’s face was a mask of need, but Evie could see her eyes looking anxiously into the camera. She was unable to move but only a simple scarf used as a cleave gag. They wanted her able to hear her garbled speech as she watched her daughter’s abuse on-camera

“Where’s Vicki?” Brenda asked in a shrill muffled voice. “Is she okay? Baby?”

Evie chuckled. “Don’t worry, Mommy. She’s doing just fine. She’s already gotten to cum three times this morning. I swear,” she said, grinning, “she’s addicted to that thing! I mean, fuckin’ ADDICTED!”

Evie switched feeds again, and suddenly Vicki was there on Kelly’s monitor. The girl stood with legs apart. She wore nothing but high heels, with pig-tails on each side of her cute young face. Her arms stretched upward, bound at the wrists and hanging from a single rope passing through an O-ring above, routed through a block and tackle and tied off. Her sparsely furred pubic area displayed the bright pink end of a Lush2 vibrator hanging out, the only area of color on her body.

That would soon change.

Brenda’s voice was stifled but strident. “Oh my god, is she okay? Vicki? Mommy’s here, baby. You’re okay, right?” In a pleading tone she added “ Do this for them. Mommy needs you to do this.”

Vicki didn’t speak, but nodded her head twice.

“I love you, baby. Mommy’s here”

Evie cut the audio, shaking her head. ‘Good God! The barn was only 150 feet from where she and Kelly were, in the house. You’d think they were in different countries!’

“Okay, kids, we can have mommy/daughter bonding time later,” she said over Brenda’s still-moving lips. “We need to get up and running. Kel, is she alright with this?”

“She’s good, sweetie. I promised her she ‘might’ get to cum if she plays nice and keeps Vicki focused. Right, Mommy-slut?”

Evie saw Brenda stop talking and nod contritely, her eyes closed. The promise of an orgasm was obviously as much on her mind as her daughter’s; perhaps more so, since she hadn’t had a climax in two days. Kelly had been teasing her constantly. With only a week of training as lesbian slave the gorgeous MILF was definitely broken at this point, and had come to regard the label of “Mommy-slut’ as something to be proud of, it seemed. She’d admitted to Kelly that it made her wet every time she heard it. Her depravity had come to define her, Evie thought.

“Okay, it’s noon. Time to go live,” she announced. “Places, everyone.” Evie looked at Becca, who quickly took up the crop as she began to count down.

“Three, two, one…”

The online counter showed 47 viewers online; not bad for a first-time showing in the middle of a workday. Evie wondered how many were girls. There would be many more once the word got out; maybe even thousands, the girls hoped. For now, the viewers would be introduced to the submissive virgin teenager and her mother, and the teens would explore taking suggestions from those who were willing to pay more. Perhaps much more. Then the pitch would begin

The opening shot showed Becca standing in high-heeled boots, her chubby tits showing over a shelf bra, the black lace outfit cut high on her full hips. She looked even younger than her years. The viewing audience saw what looked like a teenager playing at trying to look like an adult, her face smirking back at them. It would have been comical if not for the crop in her hands, and the other teen hanging limply before her. Evie did a voice-over.

“Hey there, welcome to depraved daughters,” she said in a sexy whisper, “look what we found for you. This little slut has been naughty, and needs some discipline. But we’re not just going to whip her. We’ve got her mother, and she’ll be part of the show, too. Wouldn’t you like to see what that involves? Stay tuned. Mommy might be in for a rough day, too.” She laughed conspiratorially.

At Evie’s nod, Becca side-armed the crop across Vicki’s bare belly. The sound of it hitting the teen’s lean flesh was distinct, and the teen reacted immediately, jerking to one side and groaning through the ball-gag. Brenda’s voice could be heard yelling, “Hey! Not so hard, please? Baby? You okay?” It was immediately obvious to the viewers that the mother was cooperating in her daughter’s punishment, and they began to comment, asking to see her.

“Coming to you,” Evie told Kelly, who immediately moved away from the camera. Evie switched feeds, and viewers were now looking at Brenda’s face. Her concern was evident, but there was a glint of lust there, too, which didn’t escape the gaze of fans.

“WTF? Mom doesn’t care? Whip her too!” one viewer urged.

“She’s hot, she needs to get fucked”

“Fuck look at those tits!!!”

“Make her eat her daughter n whip her n then fuck both of them n make them cum”

The incoming messages began to pile up, and Evie looked at the viewer count. It was at 58 and climbing rapidly! The little dings meant money coming in. She motioned to Becca to hit Vicki again.

WHACK!

That was a hard one, and though the feed was still directed at Brenda, viewers clearly heard the teen’s muffled, “Mmmmpppphhhhh!” and saw Brenda’s reaction. The teen began sobbing, and the face of her mother showed a tear making its way down one cheek.

“Wait! Don’t…that’s too much!” Brenda was clearly struggling to get up, but unable to. She was bound to the chair she was in. She shook her head, the tears now flowing harder. “Please,” she begged, “please don’t…”

Evie and Kelly were both smiling. This was video gold! They could both hear the dings as viewers committed more to watching the abuse. Evie cut the feed to Vicki again, just as Becca took another swing, this time connecting with one of her tiny breasts.

“Mmmmmpppphhhhhhhhhh!”

Vicki was struggling now, swinging wildly back and forth, as much as the rope from above would allow. She hadn’t signed up for this, and her eyes were wild. The pain etched into her face was real, and her nostrils flared above the ball gag as she fought for breath. Worse, Becca was grinning, clearly enjoying inflicting pain on her friend!

Kelly took her thumbs and smeared Brenda’s mascara around her eyes. “Easy, mommy,” she cooed, “you’re gonna give yourself a coronary. It’ll be over soon, and then you guys can get back together. We just need to show you off first.”

Brenda was babbling again, begging Kelly to stop the abuse of her daughter. “Please, God! I didn’t want this, I only wanted her to feel good,” she sobbed, “don’t make her go through this!”

“Shhhhhh, shhhhhhh. It’s cool. She enjoys it once she gets into her zone,” Kelly promised. “And when it’s over, you’ll see. Maybe we’ll let her give you your orgasm, huh?”

At the promise of a climax, Brenda stilled somewhat. My god, she needed that! She didn’t want to imagine Vicki eating her own mother out, but now that the image was in her head it was all she could think about! Her whippings would need care; she would dote over her little girl, make her feel good in every way. Kiss her, lick her….

‘Stop it!’ she told herself. That kind of thinking was unnatural. Still, seeing her naked and at the mercy of the girls…she looked so sexy that way!

Evie got Kelly on their headphones, “Where do we go from here?” she asked. “I don’t want to ruin Vicki, but Becca’s waaaay too into this!” She’d been motioning frantically for Becca to stop, as she was whipping the crop back and forth across Vicki’s tiny tits and threatening to draw blood. The poor bound girl was about to hurt herself, trying to get away from her. Becca frowned at her, finally, but she obeyed.

“Yeah, we need to rein her in,” Kelly agreed. “Or else hang her up next.” The blonde girl paused.”I was kinda thinking about that, anyway.” She knew Brenda could hear her side of the conversation, but her attention was still on her daughter. And she was having reservations about inflicting too much pain on their young friend. Brenda, as her mother, was hovering around freak-out mode.

“Yeah? I’ll let you break that to Becca,” Evie laughed. “She’s having fun being a dominatrix. Probably too much fun!”

“We’ll figure that out later. Have you heard the music those pledges are making? I’m thinking a couple more minutes of abusing our girl, then maybe we’ll switch the focus onto Mommy.” She studied the mother beside her, whose eyes were still riveted on Vicki. The teen was hanging limply, gasping heavily after the latest tirade from Becca.

“Make sure you get your mask on,” Evie cautioned, “and maybe take your shirt off. That top’s cute, but it’s not sex-site material. Get them titties out!”

Kelly quickly pulled her top off and dropped it on the floor. “Okay, we’re ready anytime.”

Evie nodded to Becca, who happily raised the crop again. The goth girl held both hands out, palms down, and urged her to take it easy.

“Looks like our little slave isn’t doing too well, doesn’t it?” she voiced-over. “Let’s see if we can wake her up.”

WHACK!

Vicki responded with a jerk against her rope and a mighty groan, and the pledges began cascading in again.

“Beet her til she pukes!” one message said.

“Fuck the hoar strap the moms asshoel an than shoot um both”

“Let me have her”

At Evie’s signal, Becca hit the girl two more times, each time accompanied by Brenda’s protests, which drowned out the dinging and made for powerful emotional responses. Then Evie said, “okay, coming to you, Kel.”

Kelly was ready. As the camera focused on the mother’s overwrought face, she slapped Brenda hard. It clearly caught the woman off-guard, and she sagged to one side, her head hanging down. Kelly scampered around the camera stand to bring her back to a sitting position and yelled into her face, “You want some of that shit, Mommy-slut? I was gonna let you cum, but now I’m not so sure.” She turned to the camera and winked.

Brenda immediately began to beg. “Please, no,” she wailed, “I’ll be good. I need to cum, please please please!” She was almost sobbing again.

It was obvious she’d forgotten about her flesh and blood, and that brought lots more comments, and a crescendo of dinging. Kelly raised her hand again and Brenda leaned away from her.

“You slut! Is that all you care about?” Kelly’s voice was loud, accusing. Brenda immediately broke into more tears.

“Shit, this is good stuff,” Evie barked into Kelly’s headset. “Fuckin’ A!”

Kelly put two fingers under Brenda’s chin and raised her face to the camera, so the viewers could look into her eyes, framed with running mascara and red from her tears.

“Y….yesss,” Brenda confessed.

Evie cut the feed at that moment, deciding to end it on a dramatic note.

“Jesus, that just about made ME cum,” she exclaimed. “I bet guys are jackin’ off all over the world to that!”

Switching on the audio again, she said, “She’s not gonna cum any time soon, lovers. We’re gonna keep her needy and begging, and we’ll read every one of your comments in the meantime. You want to see her cum, we’ll let her…but we won’t make it easy on her. We’re gonna move now, before the FCC or someone figures out where we are. To you girls out there who want to make your mom or aunt or best friends mom or some woman you know into your sex slave we are here to show you how. This private chat we offer is only for girls. We will only accept girls who will go cam to cam with us for personal tutoring. Write to Miss E in the contacts section. I am Miss K and our mommy and daughter whipper is Miss B. Bye bye and same time tomorrow, freaks! Oh, and thanks for coming…if you did, that is.”

She cut the feed and swiveled around in her chair.

“Fuckkkkkkk!” she screamed, “I love you guys!” She glanced at the counter. “221 perverts by the time we ended it,” she proclaimed. “Next time, I bet we hit 800, at least. There’s gonna be a whole lot of people tuning in tomorrow, after that one.

Sure enough, the next day showed 446 people queuing up when they hit the air. Whoever said the dark web was only frequented by a slim minority hadn’t seen what it offered. Sure, they could put toned-down content on xHamster or Pornhub, but this was raw and it was real, and they weren’t paying half of their earnings back to the website. News traveled fast in the underground; there were so many comments they couldn’t possibly go through them all, so they skimmed a couple hundred and deleted the rest. Evie was thrilled to see a handful that seemed like real girls, and not fake girl accounts so many men seemed fond of making up. She forwarded those messages to another email set up for making contact. She would have to trust it was as secure as the tech guru she had been getting advice from claimed it would be.

The format changed. This time they wanted to feature Brenda, as seemingly everyone wanted to see her take a beating. And they had a willing domme in Vicki, her own daughter! Despite her pleading for mercy for her daughter, they all knew that Mom’s main goal was to be allowed to cum – which she hadn’t, by the way. Her need was so great now that she eagerly agreed to be filmed. She’d been edged relentlessly by Kelly, who was sleeping with her in Vicki’s room now, since Brenda and her husband had hardly spoken lately. She’d made it known that she wasn’t interested in being his wife any more, completely giving in to her lust over the young girls in her life. The girls had talked of using him or getting rid of him but his out of state contract for a big job would keep him out of the picture most of the time; for at least the rest of the summer. They were all out of school so he was safe, for now.

Vicki was relishing her chance to dominate her mother, and things were never going to be the same.

Kelly taunted and whipped her mother for a good 20 minutes, taunting her the whole time and showing her no mercy. It was obvious that Vicki was exacting revenge. Brenda slumped at last, emotionally and physically broken, at which point Kelly sat on the dirt floor of the barn, spread her legs wide and ordered the MILF to come eat her pussy. Becca released the mother’s wrists one at a time and loosened her neck-chain restraint, and Brenda, with her gaze on Kelly’s now exposed pussy, attempted to crawl to her. Her bound ankles and the spreader bar prevented that, though, and the girls laughed to see her struggling to reach her goal.

“C’mon, Mommy, you can do it,” Kelly taunted, and Becca swatted her bare ass two more times.

“Do it, bitch!” she yelled. And the teens laughed again as Brenda scrabbled with her freed hands to no avail.

Kelly finally scooted forward until she was just inches from Brenda’s extended tongue, still laughing at her, and finally granted her the favor she wanted. Brenda went immediately to work, lapping hungrily at the teen’s gaping pussy. Kelly took the MILF’s head in her hands and roughly scrubbed her face over her crotch, loudly degrading her.

“That’s it, Mommy,” she laughed. “Now you’re acting the way you were trained to! Lick that needy little pussy!”

At that moment, as a final insult, Vicki reappeared behind her mother, still in her revealing outfit. Over it she wore a black leather harness with a garish pink dildo fastened to it and a sadistic grin, and when she got on her knees and slammed the 10-inch cock between her mother’s widely spread legs, the pledge counters began to ding wildly.

“Keep it up,” Evie told Kelly over their private network, “these freaks are going NUTS for this!”

Kelly redoubled her efforts, shaking her victim’s head like a rag doll and wrapping her legs around the woman’s head as her daughter ravaged her mother’s cunt.

Evie had a confused look on her face; unusual for her. She was usually very self-assured about what she was doing, especially concerning computer issues. It must have been something else.

“What’s up?” Kelly asked. They’d just finished their first week of broadcasts. Brenda had been thoroughly broken, and though she still was head-over-heels over Kelly, she’d come to accept her daughter Vicki as her owner. Kelly, meanwhile, had developed a thing for one of their viewers, and they were now communicating back and forth daily.

“Your little girlfriend,” Evie said, “the one with all the mommy and daddy issues. We just got another message from her.”

“What’s she want?”

“I’m not sure, Kel. I’m not sure she even knows, but it sounds like she wants to be part of our group. Did you say anything to her about that?”

Kelly looked alarmed. “Uhm, no,” she said. “Why? What did she say?”

Evie shook her head. “She keeps talking about marrying you, and you guys using her mom and dad as house slaves.

Kelly looked up, surprised. “Marrying? What the actual fuck? I’m not marrying some young freak much less adopting her family issues! Holy shit!”

Evie laughed. “I know, but damn, girl. You just got away from Vicki’s mom and now you’re working that cheerleader magic on somebody else!” She slapped at Kelly’s arm. “You better get a handle on that shit before you end up with your own harem!”

Kelly just said, “I’ll talk to her,” and walked away. In truth, she’d agreed to meet Sylvie tonight, after the girl kept asking to hook up. She wanted to fuck her, but not start a relationship! “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she muttered, now less than enthused that the girl was a local.

Kelly wore a pair of worn jeans with the knees ripped and a black tank top, with her hair in a ponytail, staying low-key and not trying to make it look like she’d dressed up for Sylvie. Still, two boys hit on her as she sat at the bus stop on her way to meet her “date.” Fucking guys!

When Sylvie showed up Kelly was surprised; she looked even younger than her age. The girl was a good 4 inches shorter than she was, with a big head of frizzy red hair and stark blue eyes. “Hey,” she said, as Sylvie crossed the street. “Sylvie! I hope you didn’t have to come too far.”

The girl threw her arms around Kelly’s neck and kissed her first thing, right on the lips. “S’okay,” she said. “I got my aunt to drop me off. That’s her,” she said, indicating a woman sitting in her car on the opposite side of the street. ‘Where’dya wanna go? She’ll take us if we want.”

“Nah. We can walk. I just figured the arcade over there.” Kelly indicated a strip mall down the road, so Sylvie waved the woman off and linked her arm in Kelly’s.

She looked up at the beautiful girl “I can’t believe we hooked up,” she said. “This is so fuckin’ cool!” She stared at Kelly. “You’re gorgeous, you know,” she said, as if it was a simple statement of fact.

“Thanks, I guess.” The compliment caught Kelly off-balance, and she blushed.

“I… Hey, I need to talk to you about something. Like, about you and me.”

Sylvie stared up at Kelly. “I know,” she said, “you probly think I’m just a novice, But I’ve already got Mom eating me out, and I’m gonna work on domming my dad next. So I’m cool.”

Kelly was further surprised. “You got your mom eating your…? well, you know. Like, eating your pussy?” she whispered.

“Fuck, yeah! She’s been eating me out for almost 3 months now,” the girl bragged. “All I have to do is say, “get down on this thing, slut, and she’s there!” Sylvie giggled. “Pretty cool, huh? That’s what drew me to your site! I wanna get my brother involved, too!”

“But…how?” Kelly was momentarily at a loss for words. “How did you get that going? And how long have you been on the dark web?”

Sylvie stopped, as they were just outside the arcade entrance, now. “That’s the best thing,” she explained, “Mom was already on it, her and my dad. So I blackmailed her into being my sex slave, and into not telling Dad. But he’s been checkin’ out doggie videos, and girls fucking horses and shit, so it shouldn’t take much to get him trained, too. With help from you and your website.”

Kelly took her hand and drew her further away from the doors. “See, that’s it. We don’t really want to get into doing that with guys, Sylvie,” she explained. “Moms, yeah. Aunts and big sisters and whoever else the fuck you might want to dominate…but guys tend to be a lot harder to control.”

“Oh, he’ll be no problem,” Sylvie assured her. “He’s a total wuss already.”

She went on to explain to Kelly how her mother had already had him wearing her lingerie. She even had a bridle for him. They played horsie games when Sylvie wasn’t home, the girl explained.

“Your dad’s a fuckin’ pony-boy? When did all this happen?”

Sylvie was nonchalant about it. “Uhm…probly a couple years ago, I’m not sure. But I’ve seen the videos; I found their memory stick, and it’s got all kinds of kinky shit on it! You wanna see it?”

“You have it with you?”

Sylvie said no, but she told Kelly she’d get it if she wanted to watch. “My dad’s hung like a horse,” she said. “That’s why Mom won’t let him put it all the way inside me.”

Again, Kelly was thunderstruck. “Wait,” she said, “you have sex with your parents?”

She couldn’t believe this waif of a young woman. 18 but barely 5 feet tall and with the face and body of a school kid, was that intimate with her parents, but at Sylvie’s nod she raised her eyebrows. “Damnnnnn,girl,” she said, “that’s fuckin cra-cra!”

Sylvie laughed. “So whose mother is that on your channel?” she asked. “Is it yours or that skinny brunette’s?”

“No, it’s hers,” Kelly said distractedly. “I haven’t broken my mom yet.”

“Cool! You want me to help?” The youngster was so eager her voice went up a register.

“Nah. My mom’s okay,” Kelly assured her.

Wow! This was way more than Kelly had bargained for! This girl, a little younger than her, had already done what took Kelly and both her friends what felt like a month to accomplish on Vicki’s mom. Hell, Sylvie was kinkier than a lot of the older adults who messaged them every week!

“So….you gonna fuck me?” Sylvie asked her, looking Kelly right in the eyes. “I brought my strap-on,” she said, indicating her backpack. “We could have gone to my aunt’s house, but behind the mall here is okay. I don’t mind, really.”

Kelly almost burst out laughing, but controlled herself. “Uh, we’ll see,” she said, a little intimidated by the tiny girl with the kinky family life. “So, you’re not a virgin, I take it.”

Sylvie grinned, her dimples deepening as she looked at Kelly. “Sure, if you want me to be,” she said in a husky voice.

Kelly dragged her into the arcade. “Let’s do some Halo or Mario Kart, then we’ll see where this goes,” she told the girl.

Hours later, Kelly texted Evie, ‘WHOA, THT GRLZ A FREEEEK!’ Evie called her immediately, and they spent the next hour talking about Sylvie. They decided not to give her any information about where they filmed, or about any of their personal lives.

“So, did you fuck her?” Evie had to ask.

Kelly laughed. “Oh, of course I did!” she exclaimed. “I tore that pussy up behind the dumpster corral, and she was still begging for more! We almost got caught, she was makin’ so much noise! She took it from her own strappie, holding onto the side of the dumpster!”

They both laughed at that image. Evie said, “Sooo, so much for use ’em and lose ’em, huh?”

“No, but I tell you what – that girl’s an ace at Halo: Fireteam Raven. I have never gotten that far before!”

Evie was quiet for a minute, thinking, and Kelly was about to ask if she was still there.

“Hmmmm, might be worth fuckin’ the little slut,” she finally mused, “just to see if I can pick up some cheats from her.”

“She’s all yours, honey. I’m done with her.”

Edie rose from her bed and looked down at Sylvie. The teen was asleep. Or was she passed out? She’d certainly worked the little squirt over! Glancing down at the strap-on she still wore, Evie saw the dildo was covered in white froth.

“God, I wish I’d been able to cum like that at her age,” she mused, then detached the strap-on and put it away after rinsing the teenager’s drool from it. She slapped Sylvie on the ass.

“Hey, get up. I’ve gotta be somewhere, so you need to leave.”

The teen ran a hand through her mass of red curls and looked at Edie through one half-open eyelid.

“Can I come with you?” she mumbled.

“No! Come on, now. Scoot, you little slut!”

Reluctantly, Sylvie dragged herself out of Edie’s bed. “I bet you’ll want some more of this slut later,” she said, glancing up at Edie as she rummaged around for her panties. She grinned at the older teen’s rolling eyes. “Can’t I just stay here? I’ll eat that pussy like it’s a cherry pie tonight, I promise.”

Edie had gotten a skirt on, minus panties, and was pulling a black tank top over the titties Sylvie had spent forever licking and sucking. Her nipples were still throbbing and red. Evie knew Kai would notice and concentrate on them when they hooked up. Fucking little tramp!

“No, I told you. I gotta go. I can’t have Mom finding a naked girl in my bed when she gets home! Besides, my nipples are sore.” She wanted to be mad at the girl, but she’d encouraged her to spend a long time worshipping her tits when she couldn’t cum any more. The damn girl was a sexual succubus!

“Here.” Evie handed the girl her top, then grabbed a handful of hair and dog-walked her out of her room and down the hall. “Seriously. Get the fuck out.” She waited just long enough for her to get her top on, then shoved her out the front door.

“Call me?”

The little slut’s voice was so plaintive, Evie thought. She didn’t seem to have any friends. Worse, since hooking up with her, Evie hadn’t even had a chance to play Halo with her, so whatever she might pick up from the girl was forgotten once they got in her room. Why was she so much fun to abuse? Evie chuckled to herself.

“Because she’s so damn cute when she’s screaming,” she muttered. Sylvie brought out the domme in Evie, or at least the switch. ‘I better not mention I’m dominating someone to Kai,’ she thought, ‘or I’ll pay dearly for that!’ The goth girl glanced at the clock on the kitchen wall. She had an ‘appointment’ soon herself, with Kai. And the girl had promised Evie she wouldn’t walk right after she was done with her!

“Cornflakes,” Evie mumbled, “I gotta have some fuckin’ cornflakes. And coffee…”

Kelly, meanwhile, was at the barn. Brenda had followed her there, while her daughter was in the bathroom. Brenda had seen the girl out the window riding by on her bike, and listened for Vicki. The bathroom fan was on. ‘She must be doing a bowel movement,’ she thought. ‘Just enough time to see Kelly, and maybe set something up with her. A date,’ she thought, and felt a chill of excitement at the thought. The last time she’d been with the cheerleader was when Kelly first recognized her as a submissive, at Vicki’s pool party. ‘That first day…omg!’ Brenda often thought of that first time, and how she’d fallen under the cheerleader’s spell. And what she’d done.

‘It’s true, I guess – you never forget your first crush,’ the middle-aged mom thought with a smile. She’d always belong to Vicki now, but Kelly was the first. If not for her, neither Brenda nor Vicki would never have learned their places in their new family order.

“And I’d never have gotten to make love to her,” she whispered, as she went out the door.

“Kelly?” Brenda slipped past the sliding barn door to find her favorite teenager rubbing her horse Mojo’s forelock. She wore cut-off shorts and a cotton top that looked insanely cute, Brenda noted. She could see the outline of Kelly’s bra beneath the material of her top, and she longed to slip it off the girl’s body and latch her lips onto one of those perky B-cup breasts.

Kelly turned to her, surprised.

“What are you doing here, Mommy-slut?” she asked, and grinned impishly. She loved calling the MILF by names that reminded her of her place.

The blonde’s dimples made Brenda’s heart race. “Well…it is technically still my barn,” she said. “Even if I have signed everything over until she is 21” The admission didn’t cause Brenda any pause; she was too interested in Kelly at the moment.

Kelly recognized the lust in the MILF’s eyes. “And daddy? What are his thoughts on all this?” she teased, though she knew. Mr. Hinson was out of the picture. Those carelessly saved files of young girls – girls much too young for a middle-aged man to be looking at! – that Evie had pulled from his laptop, had stopped him in his tracks once Brenda had broached the idea of divorce to him. They suspected he had a girlfriend on the side, as well. The house was Brenda’s; or would be for the next while. After that it was Mistress Vicki’s. The thought made Kelly smile.

Brenda didn’t answer her question. Her gaze lingered on Kelly’s tanned legs, and the cut-off shorts that highlighted them. “You want to ride?” she asked instead, nodding at the palomino.

“Nah. I was just setting up the camera for later,” the girl told her.

“Oh? Are we doing something? Vicki didn’t say anything to me about it…”

Kelly grinned at her. “Oh, you’re not,” she chuckled. “We’re doing something different today. Mommy-slut will have to wait to get her chance to perform again.”

Brenda stepped into the blonde girl’s space. “Why wait?” she asked in a voice drenched with desire. She slid her arms around Kelly’s waist and leaned in to kiss her neck. “I could do it right now,” she whispered. “Just you and me.”

Kelly pulled back to look into Brenda’s eyes. “Now what would Vicki think about me fucking her property, Mommy-slut?” Despite her words, her hands slid around the blonde MILF’s waist and she slipped her leg between Brenda’s, pushing it up against her pussy. She grinned when Brenda squeezed her thighs around hers.

“You want me to use you?” Kelly whispered, pushing her leg harder against Brenda’s overheated pussy. “You wanna get fucked, slut?”

“Oh, hell yesssss.” Brenda shut her eyes and rubbed herself against the teenager. Her hands pulled the girl further into her embrace. “Whatever you want, honey. You know that.” She was gasping slightly, totally willing to give herself to the girl.

Kelly’s voice was like warm butter. “I could use the biggest strap-on we have, couldn’t I?” she urged, “even do your ass, huh?” Brenda moaned and rubber more briskly, making the teen’s leg damp.

“I’d love to see you do one thing for me,” Kelly said softly.

Brenda whimpered. “What’s that, baby?” She was definitely in heat for the girl!

“Have you ever fucked Mojo?”

“What?”

Brenda had stopped rubbing herself on Kelly’s leg. The question had clearly caught the mother off guard, and now she stared into the sexy teen’s eyes. “I… well, no,” she stated. “Of course not.”

“You want to?” Kelly prompted, squeezing the mom’s ass with both hands. “I’ll film you, and you can show off your skills. Waddya think?”

Brenda hesitated. “I…I don’t think…”

She had an alarmed look in her eyes, but Kelly knew, with enough pushing and promises from her, she could get Vicki’s mom to do almost anything.

“What if I told you you’d get to cum?”

That was the magic phrase! Kelly saw the interest spark in Brenda’s eyes. Vicki was with her mother 24/7 now, making sure she didn’t have a chance to finger herself to a quick orgasm. It kept her horny and obedient, and was a great negotiation tool for the teens. Granting her a climax from time to time was necessary to keep Brenda aware of how pleasurable it could be, but withholding it was not only necessary, it was fun!

“What… what would I have to do?”

Kelly laughed. “Why, Mommy-slut! Are you really considering it?” The girl shook her head, giving Brenda a disparaging look. “You really are pathetic, aren’t you?”

Brenda, having that carrot dangled before her, now began to plead her case. She ignored Kelly’s mocking laughter as she glanced into the stall, noting the girth of the horse’s member.

“I could do it,” she said eagerly. “I could. You could film me, just don’t put it on the website. I’ve seen…”

Kelly stared at the horny MILF. “Wait a minute. You’ve watched videos of that? What the fuck, Brenda! How twisted is that?” She pointed over the stall door at the horse, who was feeding on hay and totally unaware he was the subject of discussion. “Look at the size of that thing!” Kelly laughed. “Even you, with that giant gaping Mommy-cunt; he’d tear you apart!”

At that moment, Vicki appeared in the doorway. “What? Who’s getting torn apart?”

Brenda went swiftly to her owner. “Nobody, honey. It was just a silly discussion, that’s all.” She brushed a lock of Vicki’s hair from her neck and kissed her there. “Did you miss me?” she asked.

Vicki pushed her away. “Yeah. Like, why did you take off as soon as I turned my back?” She glared at Kelly now. “Did she say anything? What’s she up to? Are you encouraging her, Kelly?”

Kelly put her hands up. “Hey, chill, okay? She just showed up. I thought you sent her.” Kelly chuckled. “The truth? She wants to fuck her horse, Vic! Just how horny are you keeping her nowadays?” Kelly laughed out loud. So did Vicki. Brenda stared at the ground, once again humiliated by her inability to contradict Kelly. .

“Okay, slut,” Vicki said, turning to the embarrassed mom, “back to the house. I need my pussy tended to, and I can’t think of any other slut I’d rather have do it than you.” She took her mother’s chin in her hand and turned her face up to her, then clipped the leash she held onto Brenda’s leather collar. “How about giving me my first orgasm of the day? Doesn’t that sound like fun?”

Brenda averted her daughter’s eyes and mumbled, “Yes, Miss,” while looking at Kelly.

Kelly’s laughter followed them as they walked back to the house, Brenda following obediently in Vicki’s wake, holding the end of the leash in her own hand. Such a good little sub, she was turning out to be!

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Angela, turned into a hermaphrdoite, breeds her submissive acolyte on the eve of facing the dragon Dominari.

The Knight and the Acolyte
Book Ten: The Flaming Woman
Chapter Seven: Breeding the Acolyte
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

Note: Thanks to B0b for beta reading this.

Knave Angela – The Altar of Souls, The Princedoms of Zeutch

“Pater’s cock,” I breathed staring at my own dick.

I had a dick.

It had sprouted from my clit the same way Xera’s or Lady Delilah’s would. It was huge, a fleshy shaft throbbing against my stomach, the tip spongy and dark-red with excitement, the slit leaking clear precum that dribbled down to my belly. My pussy clenched about Lady Delilah’s girl-dick, the demigoddess over me, her breasts still heaving, flaming hair spilling about her shoulders, her face flushed with triumph.

“You have a cock, my Queen,” Sophia moaned, her head peering around Lady Delilah’s body, her lips sticky with our pussy juices. “Your clit turned into a cock.”

“As I promised,” Lady Delilah moaned. “A cock fit for the queen who rules the known world. The first human hermaphrodite.”

“Saphique’s feminine love,” Sophia breathed, her green eyes still wide. She moved around Lady Delilah, grasping my dick in her hand, stroking it. The lesbian acolyte stared at my girl-cock with such hunger, her small breasts jiggling. “You’re going to breed me, my Queen. I’ll bear your princesses.”

I shivered as her thumb slid across the crown of my cock. I had the sword. The birthright of my ancestor. And now a cock. Only men were fit to rule, in the image of our Holy Father, the god Pater. He ruled in Heaven, so men, the fathers of their nations, should rule upon the earth. Only in countries dominated by the freakish offsprings of the God Lust, beings with only one sex to their race, allowed females to rule. The degenerate Empire of Shizhuth to the east, the aberrant Queendom of Naith to the south.

But now…

I shivered as Sophia brought her finger to her lips, coated in my precum. She sucked it, eyes rolling back into my head. She was my concubine. She wanted me to be queen, to bear my children. I could have children with Sophia.

“Yes,” Lady Delilah purred, her cock withdrawing from my pussy. The sweet friction shot pleasure right to the tip of my cock. I groaned, the throbbing pressure aching. It was so immediate, so demanding that I satiate this turgid shaft, to relieve it and let it soften again by cumming. “You understand.”

“I guess,” I groaned. Lady Delilah wanted this, too. The surviving wife of my ancestor. And maybe my own wife… I squeezed my eyes shut. I needed to focus on my quest.

Kill the dragon Dominari and then…

What? Become High Queen of Hamilten just because I have the sword? It had power. That was undeniable. But to conquer the entire continent? To subdue the Princedoms of Zeutch, the Magery of Thosi, and the Kingdoms of Secare, Thlin, Valya, and Althos would take armies. And I’d have to conquer the free cities of the League of Seven, the city-states around the Nimborgoth. Even the orcs bent the knee to my ancestor, the dwarves gave tribute to him, and the elves signed treaties.

“You taste wonderful, my Queen,” Sophia moaned, her fingers popping out of her mouth and bringing me back to reality.

It was too much. I didn’t need to face that decision. I still had to survive Dominari. We were on the edge of the Desolation, near her lair. It could wait until after that and…

“Sophia,” I groaned as her hand stroked my cock, my dick throbbing. I had this wonderful gift to explore. My pussy clenched, Lady Delilah’s cum leaking out of my depths.

Licking her lips, Sophia purred, “Let me love you, my Queen. Worship you.”

“Yes,” I breathed.

She leaned down, her soft-brown hair spilling about her face. I groaned as she brought the tip of my dick to her descending lips. Her tongue flicked out. Pleasure coursed along my shaft. The merest brush of her tongue and her hard tongue stud sent pleasure sparking through me. My body convulsed. My pussy clenched. Such heat shot through me.

It was amazing. My pussy dripped with excitement. Tongue slid and swirled around my cock, the hard point of her tongue stud contrasting with the softer organ. My back arched. It was so incredible. There was so much sensation concentrated at the crown of my dick. Her mouth opened wide, sucking on it, engulfing the tip, her cheeks hollowing as she worshiped me.

My pussy clenched. “Sophia! You sweet, wonderful creature.”

Lady Delilah leaned on her side beside me, her breasts pillowing together, a soft smile on her lips. “Enjoy her,” she purred. “Breed her. Start a new dynasty. This time, Slata won’t triumph. She won’t destroy everything. Not with Saphique as our patron.”

“Yes,” I moaned, not caring what she said as my acolyte bobbed her mouth, sucking so hard on my dick.

My pussy clenched over and over. Every time she sucked, pleasure shot down my shaft right to my wet cunt. More and more jizz leaked out of me as I squirmed. It was incredible. Her hand stroked the base. And her other hand found my pussy.

I groaned as she stroked up and down my wet lips before sliding into my cum-filled depths. She pumped in and out. Her green eyes found mine, staring at me with such worship as she sucked and stroked and fingered me.

She was wonderful. Amazing. I loved her so much. These six months were worth it just for her. My disgrace, the fear, the pain. Worth it to have this loving woman. My submissive slave. I reached down, stroking through her brown hair as the pleasure built and built.

“That’s it,” I groaned. “You’re just a slut for my big cock now. Mmm, my slave loves my new dick. She wants my cum spurting into her mouth. Into her cunt. She wants to be bred.”

Sophia moaned about my dick. Her eyes fluttered, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked harder. Her fingers wiggled deeper into my pussy. She fucked them in and out of me, driving me wild. My pussy clenched about her digits, my body shivering, shaking, my hips thrusting up into her mouth, sliding my cock in and out of her warm depths.

Everything brought me closer and closer to exploding. A pressure built in my pussy’s depths. Her fingers caressed me in all the wonderful spots she knew so well. They wiggled and stroked while her tongue swirled and caressed. The tip of my dick throbbed as the round end of her tongue stud pressed into it, teasing me.

“Cum in her mouth,” moaned Lady Delilah, her eyes bright with passion. “Flood her. Enjoy your gift from Matar.”

“I am,” I groaned, my hips fucking up into my slave’s mouth. My lover’s hungry mouth. My pussy clenched on her fingers. The friction joined with her powerful suction. The pressure needed to explode out of me. “Pater’s cock!”

My body heaved. The pressure released. Cum flooded my acolyte’s mouth.

She moaned about my dick. She drank down my cum in mighty gulps. Her entire body shivered. She swallowed over and over. My cum poured down her throat. Her fingers plunged over and over into my spasming pussy, sending flutters of bliss through me.

“Yes! Gods, yes!” I panted as the rapture poured through me.

My body heaved with every blast. It was so different cumming with a cock than a pussy. The passion was immediate. The pleasure fired through my body. It didn’t ripple through me. It didn’t carry me on waves to new heights, it thrust me to them. I reached the peaks in moments, hung there, and then crashed into the gentler bliss washing out of my spasming pussy, mixing the two different climaxes.

“Mmm, yes,” Lady Delilah moaned, her hand lazily stroking her hard cock. “Now take her. Breed her. Give her what she truly wants.”

Sophia’s mouth popped off my cock. It was so sexy seeing the white stains of my jizz coating her lips, the glossy passion in her eyes. She pulled her fingers out of my pussy, bringing them to her hungry lips, sucking off the mix of my pussy cream and Delilah’s girl-cum.

“My Queen,” moaned Sophia after popping her fingers out of her mouth. “That was delicious. Ooh, I love girl-cum. It’s so amazing. Saphique has the right idea. This is what her followers need. Our daughters will rule the world and change the church.”

“Yes,” I moaned, caught up in the euphoria of my orgasm. My dick throbbed, still hard. I had to breed my concubine.

I moved, seizing Sophia. I wasn’t gentle as I pushed her down to the bedding, mounting her, too eager to fuck her to care about giving her any pleasure. She submitted to my lusts, her legs spreading, greedy hands grabbing my cock, guiding me to her pussy. She knew what I needed.

“Fuck me, my Queen,” she begged, pressing the crown of my dick against her fertile pussy.

“Yes!” I growled and thrust into my first cunt ever with my girl-dick.

My eyes widened at the rapture that greeted me. Her mouth had been wonderful, but her pussy…indescribable. Hot, wet, silky heat engulfed my cock. It slid against my sensitive crown and throbbing shaft. I drove deeper and deeper, her flesh clenching about my cock as she welcomed me into her depths.

The cutest moans escaped her lips. Her face contorted in pleasure as our breasts met. My large tits pressed into her small breasts. I had fucked her like this so many times with her dildo strapped to my waist. But this… This was so much better. So much more intimate. I was in her, united with her. I stared into her eyes, watching the pleasure my body gave her and not just the stone toy I wielded.

“My Queen,” she moaned, her body throaty with bliss as her thighs locked about my waist, her hips humping to meet my slow thrusts. “Yes, yes, breed me. Use me. I’m yours. Always yours.”

“Mine,” I groaned, savoring the word, savoring my ownership of her. It was such a precious gift to own someone, to receive their absolute surrender and trust. “Always mine.”

I wanted to pound her, to fuck her hard and cum in her depths, and yet I couldn’t. I wanted to take it slow, to make love to her. We were doing something more than fucking, we were about to create a new life together. So I savored the slow glide of my cock against her pussy, drinking in the rapture rushing down my cock to my wet pussy.

I kissed her. I claimed her lips and thrust my tongue into her mouth. She locked her arms around my neck, holding me, meeting my tongue with hers. Her tongue stud caressed me, that hard point that always felt amazing on my body.

Our nipples kissed and caressed. Our skin pressed tight, sliding past each other the same way her pussy slid past my dick. My ass clenched with every thrust, driving into her pussy. Juices leaked out of my cunt. They stained my thighs and had to dribble down my cock to mix with hers.

And the heat of her pussy… Magnificent.

My dick throbbed as I pumped away. Slowly, I moved faster and faster, Sophia matching the rhythm. We worked towards a common goal, heaving and groaning, eager to have our release, to share our essence. My girl-seed fertilizing her pussy.

“My Queen,” Sophia gasped, breaking our kiss, her eyes fluttering. “Oh, yes, my Queen. Breed me.”

“Yes,” I groaned, staring into her eyes. “I will. I am. You’re going to bear my daughters.”

“Yes!” Her pussy clenched so hard about my dick, writhing and shuddering as she spasmed beneath me. “I am!”

I groaned, realizing I made her cum. She didn’t ask for permission and I wasn’t angry. Not right now. This was too exciting. To magical. I drove into her spasming depths. It was heaven feeling her flesh convulse on my dick, hungry for my seed.

My pussy clenched. The pressure built again and again. I felt Lady Delilah’s eyes watching us. She stroked her cock faster, her breasts heaving as she licked her lips. She was eager for this moment. For me to breed her.

“Do it,” Lady Delilah whispered.

“Please, my Queen,” Sophia howled, her arms so tight about my neck, pulling me against her body. My breasts rubbed on hers, my nipples drinking in the silk of her small tits, brushing her hard nubs. Her tongue stud clacked against her teeth as she thrashed beneath me. “Cum in me!”

“Gods, yes!” I howled, burying my cock into her. “Pater’s cock, yes!”

The spurt of cum was powerful. My body convulsed as the jizz rushed out of the depths of my pussy. My cock throbbed. And then the cum burst into her body. I groaned at the first burst of fecund seed splashing into her fertile depths. I groaned, trembling, the ecstasy shooting and washing through my body as the dual pleasure of my orgasms rippled through me.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Sophia panted, her green eyes so wide with her excitement. She savored this moment, drinking in the magic of it. “That’s it. Flood me. Cum in me. Breed me.”

“Yes,” I moaned, stars dancing before my eyes.

I kissed Sophia hard, our bodies heaving together. We were both cumming. Her pussy milked my dick, massaging out every blast of cum. Juices flooded out of my cunt. I moaned into her mouth, holding her, savoring her. She was mine. She would be by my side as I…

Conquered.

Flashes of myself standing before armies, the majestic blade of the High King’s sword gripped in my hand, the silvery sword glowing with its power. Sophia and Delilah on either sides of me, wearing the circlets of my consorts, my queens. My other friends with me, my advisors: Faoril in black robes now, earning her spot as a Master Mage because of my decree; Chaun once more a Master Bard and serving in my court. My friends wouldn’t be hunted. They wouldn’t have to live out their lives as fugitives.

I could give them that gift.

And it all begin right now. At this magical moment. I knew I had bred Sophia. I could feel it. My seed had planted into her belly. My daughter came into existence at this magical moment of the union of our flesh.

A united continent. Just like my ancestor had dreamed.

I broke the kiss, staring into Sophia’s eyes. “You’ll be by my side,” I whispered. “Always.”

“My Queen,” she moaned, her pussy clenching. Then she grinned. “And you’re still hard. Want to go again?”

“Absolutely!” I licked my lips, a new hunger seizing me.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Acolyte Sophia

“My Queen,” I moaned as Angela parted my cum-filled pussy lips and buried her face into my sloppy snatch. She licked her own girl-jizz out of my depths. My hands rubbed my belly, trembling with excitement.

She had bred me. I felt it. There was this moment, and I just knew she had bred me. Her daughter grew even now inside me. Nine months from now, I would bear the first naturally-born human hermaphrodite. And not the last.

“My Queen, you spoil me,” I moaned as her tongue slid through my pussy. It was amazing. Having a girl-cock in me was better than a dildo. I had learned that from the plant monster in Castle Drakin and from Xera.

And Angela’s cock was even better.

And it was a woman’s cock. I could still love the feminine and have the satisfaction a huge shaft reaming my pussy. I could experience the full breadth of womanhood and carry the child of the woman I loved. I closed my eyes, moaning out Saphique’s name in thanksgiving as I humped against my Queen’s hungry mouth.

Her tongue licked and slid through my folds, driving me wild. I groaned, my clit throbbing as her lips brushed it. Her tongue shoved so deep into my folds, swirling around, drinking my cum that leaked out. My tongue stud clicked against the back of my teeth as I shuddered.

“That was beautiful,” Lady Delilah moaned.

My eyes fluttered open. The hermaphroditic demigoddess sat up beside me, kneeling, her cock thrust right at my lips. I opened my mouth, not hesitating to suck on another girl-cock. Saphique approved of this. I engulfed the thick tip of her cock, my tongue stud pressing into her spongy flesh as I licked and sucked.

Lady Delilah’s large breasts heaved over me, her fiery hair spilling about her face as her back arched. She moaned, running her hands up and down her sleek stomach while I sucked and bobbed my mouth, giving her the same pleasure our Queen gave me.

“This is amazing,” Angela moaned. “Oh, I taste sooooo good leaking out of you.”

“A treat you can enjoy whenever you will it,” moaned Lady Delilah. “Oh, my dear Angela, I am so proud of you for embracing your destiny.”

Just like the Lesbius Oracle prophesied: the Flaming Woman had changed my Queen’s destiny.

My cheeks hollowed as I sucked, moaning about the cock sliding in and out of my mouth. I pressed my tongue stud into the sensitive flesh, pleasuring her girl-dick just like I would a woman’s pussy and clit. At the same time, I shivered, my body trembling as the pleasure raced through me, Angela’s tongue licking and lapping through my body.

I humped against her, my breasts jiggling. Every swipe of her tongue sent pleasure shuddering through my body. My eyes grew so wide. My back arched. The bliss was incredible. It was amazing. Hot and juicy and making me tremble and ache. I wanted to scream out in rapture, but I couldn’t.

I had a girl-dick in my mouth.

But I moaned. I sucked and moaned and shuddered. My body trembled. This was so exciting. Everything about tonight. The sword was reforged. We would kill the dragon with ease. And then I would help Angela become Queen in truth.

The sphinx back in the Doge’s palace knew. She proclaimed I was a concubine fit for a queen.

Tears burned my eyes as my orgasm exploded through me. My thighs clamped about Angela’s head as I bucked, grinding my hot pussy on her lips. My cunt convulsed, juices flooding out into her hungry tongue. She lapped through my folds as the waves of pleasure washed through my body, carrying me higher and higher into the heights of ecstasy.

Stars fuzzed my vision. I moaned and sucked about Lady Delilah’s cock. My hands rubbed my pregnant belly. Angela’s tongue swiped through my spasming pussy. Teasing delight rippled through me, meeting the ecstasy burning so hot through my body.

“Yes,” Lady Delilah moaned.

Her cock spurted into my mouth. Hot, salty cum flooded me. I gulped it down, loving every moment of it as I spasmed and thrashed. Heat burned through my body. My heart hammered in my chest. It was amazing. The rapture was incredible. It burned so hot through me.

Peaked. I tried to hold onto the heights, but the pleasure grew softer. It buzzed through me as I swallowed the last blast of salty jizz from Lady Delilah. I gulped it down. The cream coated my throat. It made me shudder.

“Sophia,” groaned Angela, lifting her face from my pussy as I orgasmed.

“Thank you, my Queen,” I moaned, shivering as Lady Delilah’s cock retreated from my mouth. “That was amazing.”

“Yes, it was,” purred the hermaphroditic demigoddess. “Mmm, Angela, let’s share her.”

“Share me?” I asked, a grin crossing my lips.

“Double-team her.”

Angela licked her lips, coated in the combined mix of our fluids. “Yes.”

“Double-team me…” My eyes widened. “You mean you’ll both fuck me. One cock in my pussy and the other in my asshole.”

“Oh, yes,” Lady Delilah purred, her hand stroking along my cheek, gathering a line of her cum that head trickled out of my mouth. She held the pearly drop on her finger. “We’ll ravish you.”

“Yes!” I moaned in eager excitement as she sucked the cum into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she savored her own seed.

“You can have her asshole,” Angela grinned. “I want to make sure she’s bred by me.”

“I am,” I moaned, my pussy clenched. “I felt it.”

The lust in Angela’s blue eyes softened. “So did I.” Then it returned, her hand stroking her cock. “But I want to fuck your pussy over and over.”

“Yes, my Queen!” I squealed in delight.

We all moved on the tousled bedding. The air thick with the musk of hot pussy and salty cum. I savored it as they sandwiched me together. Two busty, redheaded hermaphrodites with huge cocks. My body trembled in excitement, my asshole tingling as they brought their cocks to my holes.

I felt so lucky, their pillowy tits pressing into my breasts and back. This would be my life. Angela would claim Lady Delilah. The immortal demigoddess would be Angela’s other consort. She would have two queens just like High King Peter.

It was amazing.

“Fuck me,” I moaned as their cocks pressed on my wet pussy and tingling asshole. “Ravish me.”

“Such an eager consort,” Lady Delilah purred. “Our evenings will be a treat with her, Angela.”

“They always are,” Angela grinned, her blue eyes burning with her desire. “And she’s just aching to be fucked.”

“I am, my Queen,” I moaned, savoring the feel of their two throbbing girl-dicks at my holes. I had been double-fucked by dildos, but I knew this would be better.

Oh, I couldn’t wait to show all the novices, acolytes, and priestesses at the Temple of Pure what their new Queen was packing. Even the Holy Virgin Vivian, the leader of our faith, would swoon to experience a huge girl-dick.

She would finally be proud of me as a servant of Saphique. She wouldn’t be exasperated by my laziness, forced to keep me in the temple because of the sizable donations my mother made to the church.

Gods, I used to be such a brat.

And then Angela and Delilah thrust, driving all those thoughts out of my mind.

“Saphique’s virgin pussy!” I screamed. “Slata’s nasty cunt!”

Two huge, throbbing dicks penetrated me. My pussy embraced Angela’s cock, friction burning through my silky depths. My asshole stretched and stretched around Lady Delilah’s mighty girth. Pain almost burned through my bowels.

Almost.

But her precum and my spit lubed the way as her cock buried into the depths of my asshole. I groaned, shuddering, both my holes clamping down on their huge cocks. I felt them filling me up. They were so deep in me, stuffing me. Pleasure burned hot from both holes, meeting together and mixing inside me as they drew back.

And rammed in again.

“Gods, you got tight, Sophia,” moaned Angela. “She’s stuffed your asshole, hasn’t she?”

“Yes, my Queen,” I moaned. “She’s huge.”

“I can feel you, Angela,” moaned Lady Delilah, her hips thrusting her cock faster and faster. “Oh, yes. This is so wonderful. Like when Peter and I would share Rose.”

My lips beamed. I was like Rose, the High King’s second wife and Angela’s ancestor. Enjoying two cocks in my marital bed. Only mine both belonged to women. So it was even better.

I rocked between them, their girl-cocks driving over and over into my holes, churning me up. I trembled, my orgasm swelling fast. Two dicks stirring me up brought me to my release even faster. I groaned, savoring them pumping away.

They didn’t fuck me with the same rhythm. Their cocks moved at different speeds. For several thrusts they’d bury into me at nearly the same moment, but then grow more and more out of sync. I loved it, savoring the different rates they filled me, my holes clenching onto them as the pressure built and built.

My nipples throbbed against Angela’s pillowy tits. My skin savored their bodies pressed against mine. It was so hot. Their hands stroked me. They moaned as they fucked me, receiving such pleasure from my body while they gave me such ecstasy.

“My Queen,” I moaned, my body aching and trembling. “I’m going to cum!”

“Do it,” Angela hissed, her dick slamming faster and faster into me. “You nasty slut. Cum on our cocks. Milk us. Please us.”

“Yes!” I moaned, savoring my permission.

Their dicks, almost synced up again, buried into my holes. The friction of both their shafts sliding through my wet pussy and burning asshole combined in my core. The swirling sensations detonated my orgasm.

My back arched into Delilah’s pillowy breasts and hard nipples. My pussy and asshole spasmed about their cocks. Rapture surged through me. I moaned and groaned, stars dancing before my eyes as the pleasure swept through my body.

“Slata’s hairy cunt!” I howled as my holes writhed about their thrusting shafts. “Yes, yes, yes! Thank you for using my body!”

“Your body exists to be used by me,” groaned Angela. “By us!”

“Yes,” snarled Lady Delilah, her hips thrusting so hard.

Their girl-dicks kept pumping in and out of me. They kept fucking me, slamming into me, driving me wild. I groaned, my eyes fluttering as the heat washed through me. I drank in the rapture of their cocks fucking me. I savored it as I thrashed between them. My body trembling.

Orgasm after orgasm rocked through my body. I kept thrashing and moaning. They kept fucking me. Pounding me. They rammed their shafts over and over into me. They drove me wild. The pleasure burned so hot through me.

“So good!” I howled. “Gods, this is amazing!”

“Yes!” groaned Angela. “Your pussy is going wild about my cock. Gods, I love having a cock!”

“I love your cock, too!”

Lady Delilah slammed her girl-dick faster and harder into my asshole. Our flesh smacked together as she rammed her dick into my depths. The heat burned hotter, increasing the strength of my orgasms. I rose higher and higher on ecstasy, the pleasure drowning out anything but their cocks sliding through me.

Big, thick clit-dicks fucking me. Pounding me.

Angela’s shaft slid into my spasming pussy. Her girth stretched me open. I groaned every time she buried into me. I shuddered and thrashed, my breasts rubbing against hers as her face contorted with pleasure.

“Cum in me!” I howled over and over.

And they did.

Their dicks rammed into me.

Hot cum spurted into both my pussy and asshole.

I felt every blast splashed against my body. I groaned, drinking it in as I convulsed. My eyes rolled back into my head. My body heaved and bucked between them. Their cum propelled my orgasms to new heights of rapture.

The darkness of ecstasy crashed over me.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Knave Angela

I held Sophia in my arms. She had passed out from our orgasms. Her head lay on my breasts as she trembled. I buzzed with pleasure. Having a cock was amazing. Every orgasm was so intense, an addition to my already amazing climaxes.

Lady Delilah nuzzled up against me. “Mmm, my Queen,” she purred, her voice thick with exhausted pleasure. “You’ll tame me with the sword. Sophia and I will be your concubines.”

I shivered, nodding my head. “I will. I’ll be your Queen. Everyone’s queen.”

I had the sword. It was my birthright. I had the last Queen of Hamilten at my side to give me legitimacy. And I could make the world better. I could unite all of humankind, and together we could exterminate all the monsters plaguing the world. Who lurked in the dark caves, in remote mountains, and ancient forests. My friends would not be hunted.

They would have the lives that they deserved. Lives they had sacrificed to help me slay a dragon.

I was so lucky to have them all in my life. But especially Sophia. She carried my child. And our daughter deserved to have the brightest future possible.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Xerathalasia

The clouds drifted away before dawn. I sat cross-legged on the edge of the hill, the silvery Altar of Souls behind me, my ears twitching as I watched the horizon grow pink over the jagged Despeir Mountains. They loomed over us, great spears thrust into the sky. We were close. Before me stretched the charred desolation, a land burned over and over by the cruel, rapacious whims of Dominari.

Her lair lurked in those peaks. We could reach them by the end of the day. Perhaps even find the Dragon. This could all be over by nightfall. I would be free to return to the forest, to finally hold my daughter in my arms, cradling her like I cradled the bulb I held against my belly.

I would plant the bulb in the forest like I promised the poor elf twisted into that plant monstrosity by Vebrin. Her daughter, like mine, would grow up happy and loved. Maybe Minx would even fit in. I couldn’t abandon her. And I couldn’t stop her from coming with me either way.

And maybe my wife would understand. Could even come to like Minx like I did. To love her.

And if Atharilesia rejected Minx… Who would I choose?

Minx’s face rose in my mind.

“What are we going to do about Delilah?”

My ears twitched, catching a hushed conversation from one of the tents. Normally, I filtered out my companions’ private conversations. They often forgot how keen my hearing was. But there was concern in Faoril’s voice.

“I don’t know,” Thrak said, his voice sounded groggy. They must have just awaken. “She’s mentioned in the Lesbius Oracle’s prophecy. She’s here to help us. To change Angela’s destiny.”

“Even if she’s lying about what she is?”

My ears twitched at that. Lady Delilah was lying. I rose, turning, my heart racing.

“Chaun and Minx lied about why they joined the party initially,” Thrak said.

“Because of her.” There was urgency in Faoril’s voice. “Delilah recruited them both. She’s secretive. You said yourself, her answers were all too perfect. She’s hiding something.”

“We all hide something.”

I moved to the tent and threw open the flap, startling Thrak and Faoril as they lay in their bedroll. Faoril looked so small compared to the brawny orc. “Xera?” Thrak asked, sitting up, his face appearing strange without all his bone piercings. I never realized he took them out while sleeping. “What is it?”

“What is Lady Delilah?” I asked. “What is she hiding from us?”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Aurora Xandra

I smiled every time I glanced at Angela riding between Sophia and Lady Delilah. The three had emerged so changed from their tent this morning, the trio so close. Something had occurred in there, uniting them.

It was like they were married. And while Luben only married a male to a female, I imagined he still gave his blessing to the trio. It made me smile seeing them hold hands or give each other ribald smiles or share quick kisses.

The sounds of passion from their tent last night had been very inspiring. Chaun had fucked me in a variety of disguises.

Now my heart was so giddy for Angela’s new-found love with Lady Delilah, glad that Sophia was happily apart of it. Our new companion was perfect. I knew we would overcome the dragon. Not even the horrible desolation we rode through wore down my spirits. The land was rough and rugged, folded by the mountains thrust up before us. They loomed larger and larger as we followed the remains of a road that, according to Lady Delilah, led into a mountain pass.

“This was a major trade highway to the lands of the east,” Lady Delilah had said when she led us to it. “Dominari’s lair is in the pass just off the road.”

“She made her lair in the pass?” Faoril had asked then. All morning she and Thrak had been stiff. “How do you know that?”

She kept asking such accusatory questions.

“I made it my business to know everything about Angela’s quest,” the fiery-haired hermaphrodite answered, unperturbed. “You forget, I had a thousand years to delve into all the prophecies. I knew where her road would take her. In Dominari’s lair, Angela shall find her true destiny.”

“You still don’t trust her, Faoril?” Angela asked. “Last night, she shared a great gift with me. She’s here to help us. I believe that. She’s satisfied all my doubts.”

“Yes, she did,” Sophia giggled wickedly.

Faoril glowered at that.

Well, I didn’t blame her. If I’d encountered this horrid Fireeyes and thought Lady Delilah was partly to blame for him, I’d be distrustful, too.

It was only when the road climbed up into the mountains, that nervous fear slowly devoured my giddy exhilaration. After riding all day through land blackened and scorched by the dragon’s fire, we climbed up into the pass. I could see it before us, the shoulders of two mountain peaks sloping together, a space between them. The dragon’s lair was in there.

We’d face her today.

Dominari.

Were we ready? Angela had the sword. It hung at her side in a scabbard prepared by Faoril’s magic, molding a leather saddlebag into a stiff sheath to fit the sword’s long blade. Its golden hilt gleamed even though it was overcast, like the sunlight pierced through the clouds to shine only on it. There was power in the sword.

And my elementals would ward us from heat. We had Faoril’s impressive magics, Sophia’s divination spells, and each of us carried several healing potions. Chaun would perform songs of courage to keep fear from weighing down our hearts while Thrak, Minx, and Xera would fight with weapons enchanted by Sophia’s magic.

We were a powerful group. We defeated the Minotaur. We would overcome our last obstacle.

My hand touched my stomach. I knew my egg grew inside me. Chaun had fertilized me. In a few weeks, I would lay our egg in our nest and care for it until our son hatched. He would be born into a world without the dangerous dragon Dominari.

“What skills are you bringing to our fight with the dragon, Lady Delilah?” Faoril asked after we had rode deep into the pass. By now, I was trembling despite all my rationalizations that we would win.

“Right,” Angela said, shaking her head and glancing at her new lover. “We should have discussed this. We have a plan, but you weren’t included.”

“Unless she’s been spying on us and overheard our preparations,” Faoril said, her tone tight.

“I have not,” Lady Delilah answered with a smile. “I kept tabs on you, but I did not spy on you and listen in on your conversations.”

“Well?” Faoril asked, her arms crossed before her, stretching her red robes.

“I am curious,” Thrak grunted, walking up beside his wife.

“We should discuss this,” agreed Chaun. “If we are truly facing the dragon today.”

“We are.” Lady Delilah glanced up at the rocky cliffs over us. “Angela has the sword. Dominari will fall.”

“So we shouldn’t prepare at all?” Thrak asked with a grunt. “We should just let Angela ride in there and kill the dragon all on her own.”

“That monster roasted an entire army,” I gasped, my body trembling. “The sword won’t protect her from the fire, right?”

“Of course we’re going to prepare,” Angela said. “Sophia will enchant Lady Delilah’s sword. She’ll fight with us.”

“Will she?” Faoril asked. “I mean, it sounds like she expects you to do this all on your own, Angela. I know the sword is powerful, but that seems…idiotic. We all can contribute.”

“Of course prepare,” Delilah smiled, her head turning back to face Faoril. “It would be foolish to do anything else.”

“What is going on?” Angela demanded.

“Yes,” Chaun said, glancing at Faoril.

“You’re being very hostile to Lady Delilah,” Sophia said. “She’s Angela’s consort now.”

“I’m not…yet,” Lady Delilah said. “Speak, Faoril. Let us clear the air. You think I am untrustworthy, yes?”

“Because of the amulet?” Angela asked. “Lady Delilah explained that, Faoril. She didn’t send Fireeyes after us. I believe her.”

“No, she wouldn’t need to send Fireeyes after us to kill us,” Faoril agreed, her eyes narrow.

“What?” Angela shook her head. “What are you talking about, Faoril?”

“She’s a dragon,” Faoril said.

Xera nodded her head. “The fifth hermaphrodite race. They possess the element of fire. They were always few in number, Matar’s powers concentrated in them unlike the other four races, where the elemental powers are diluted by our sheer numbers. That power of fire allows them to be mutable, to change like flames which are always dancing. They are the only one of the hermaphroditic races who can control when they have their cocks.”

“Just like Lady Delilah can,” Minx gasp. “That’s how you do it. You’re a dragon.”

“No,” Angela shook her head.

“She can’t be a dragon,” I gasped. “Lady Delilah said she was unique.”

“She said there were none alive like her,” Thrak rumbled. “Beside Dominari, how many other dragons are there known to exist?”

“Well, there’s…” Sophia frowned. “I mean… They’re rare, right. Besides Dominari, they’ve been killed by knights over the years, driving the rest into hiding.”

“Or they’ve been driven extinct,” Faoril said, her voice tight.

“She could be a hermaphroditic demigoddess,” Angela protested. “They exist, right?”

“The devas,” Chaun said, “are born of Henta and Biaute. And the aoi si from a union of Rithi and Henta. And Henta is a hermaphroditic goddess. Matar’s own daughter.”

“Devas and aoi si not unique,” Faoril said. “They’re a race.”

“But surly there’s nothing precluding Matar or Henta or even Illth from mothering a hermaphroditic demigoddess,” Angela said. “So she can’t be…a dragon. That would make her Dominari.”

My stomach twisted. I stared at Lady Delilah. She sat on her warhorse, wearing armor identical to Angela’s, her fiery hair billowing about her head from the cold breeze howling through the pass. She just smiled, not defending herself. It was like she didn’t care that Faoril was accusing her of being the dragon Dominari.

“Why would she help us if she was Dominari?” Angela demanded. “Why would she let us reforge the High King’s sword? Why would she give me her gift last night?”

Sophia nodded her head. “Yes, Faoril, enlighten us on how Lady Delilah being Dominari makes any sense.”

“I said she was a dragon,” Faoril said, her face red. “Thrak agrees with me.”

He grunted, nodding his head, his hand holding his ax.

“I never said she was Dominari,” Faoril continued. “But she claims to be the only living member of her race, and we know Dominari lives. We saw her in all her flaming glory. And since her being a dragon explains everything about her shapechanging powers and why she can control when she has her cock. Well…she’s either lying about being the last member of her race or she is Dominari.”

I shivered at the memory of Dominari falling on the poor soldiers of Prince Gruber, enveloping him in flames.

“Exactly!” Sophia shouted, her face red, contrasting with her white robes. “If she were Dominari, and she knows we’re here to kill her, then why would she recruit us? Why would she help us? That’s idiotic. She’s a demigoddess, like she claims.” Sophia glanced at Lady Delilah. “Right?”

Lady Delilah stared at the acolyte, her face unruffled.

“What are you?” Angela asked, her hand creeping down to her sword. “You haven’t defended yourself one bit.”

“Faoril is correct,” Delilah said. The air rippled around her like heat dancing upon a mirage. “I am the last living member of my race. I am a dragon.”

Angela’s face went ashen. The High King’s sword hissed out of her scabbard. The silver blade shimmered with an aura of white light, a nimbus that surrounded the blade. She leveled it at Lady Delilah.

At the dragon Dominari.

We weren’t ready.

My hand shot to my pouch, fumbling to pull out my totem. My heart hammered in my chest. This couldn’t be happening. Lady Delilah couldn’t be the dragon Dominari. That made no sense. Sophia was right. She wouldn’t help us. Not if we were here to kill her.

I had to get my fire totem out. Because, if she were the dragon, then we were all dead. One fiery breath, and we would all roast. She killed a hundred men with a single exhalation. I shoved my hand into my pouch, trilling whimpers coming from my lips. I wanted to become a bird and fly away. I wanted to flee. To save my unhatched egg.

But I wouldn’t abandon my friends. Chaun.

My sweaty hands dug through my totems. Where was my fire totem? I kept brushing earth and water and wind, my heart hammering. Wood clunked against wood. Around me, my friends readied themselves. Faoril downed vials of cum. Sophia backed away, drawing her enchanted dagger. Minx pulled out alchemical bombs.

And Lady Delilah faced us all unconcerned.

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Knave Angela

Dragon?

It couldn’t be true, and yet… She admitted it. She admitted to being a dragon. Which made her… Dominari. It didn’t seem possible. How could she be Dominari and the High King’s first wife? It was impossible for her to…

“You’re Dominari’s mother?” I blurted out in realization. “The High King didn’t kill you like the legends says.”

Delilah shook her head. An expression finally broke her smooth face. A mix of love and respect and awe. “Peter didn’t kill me. He could have. With his sword and the other gifts from his divine father, he defeated me. But instead of killing me, he tamed me.” She shivered. “He tamed the greatest dragon in the world. And together, we exterminated my wild kind. He showed me that there was a better way.

“He taught me about love.” Tears fell down her cheeks.

“Dominari’s already dead?” I said, my voice tight.

“Dominari never existed. I allowed rumors of her being my daughter to spread when I claimed the Despeir Mountains. When I butchered and laid waste to the desolation…” Her words were thick, raw. The tears smoked on her cheeks, boiling away before they could fall far. “I hated becoming a marauder again. So many died. But it was necessary. I swore to my husband to only kill when necessary.”

“I don’t understand?” I said. “You’re the monster that has terrorized the Princedom for five hundred years? You burned entire cities.”

She nodded her head. “Prepare if wish to face me, Angela,” she said, turning her horse and riding towards a small trail. “Do it now. Then tame me if you can, Angela. Tame me and make me yours. Because I can’t keep holding onto my word to my dead husband. It has been so hard without his presence. To not lose control. Killing Prince Gruber’s army almost broke me. It was so wonderful to burn again. To feast. Save me, Angela. Tame me and save me.

“Or I will rampage again! I will be wild. I need a Queen to serve. But she has to be strong! I will not serve weakness!”

Her words echoed through the mountain as she vanished down the trail. My heart hammered in my chest as her horse hooves echoed, growing fainter and fainter as she rode towards her lair. My entire body convulsed.

I spent the night with the most dangerous monster who has ever lived. A monster who loved me. A monster who needed me to save her from myself.

“My Queen,” Sophia asked, reaching out her hand to touch my arm. “What are you going to do?”

I blinked. “What?”

“Are you going to tame her or kill her?” Her voice creaked, croaked. “Because…if you had the dragon under your control. You could conquer the world.”

“No wonder the High King dominated so swiftly,” Thrak grunted. “If he had her as his queen.”

I blinked my eyes. I had no idea what I would do in her lair. Kill her or tame her. Slay a monster who butchered thousands and thousands, or use her to make myself queen? It shouldn’t be a choice at all, but the idea of being High Queen, of ruling like my ancestor had, wormed through my soul. Sophia nodded at me, supporting me.

Wanting me to choose the selfish option.

And, Gods, did I want to be selfish. After last night, after the gift Lady Delilah, Dominari, had shared with me…

“Start preparing,” I snarled, my heart hammering in my chest. I had questions needing answered. Either way, I would get them out of Dominari.

To be continued…

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