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Mark heads to Tacoma for a political rally, not knowing the danger that awaits him.

The Devil’s Pact
by mypenname3000
edited by Master Ken
Copyright 2013, 2014

Chapter Thirty-Five: The Storm

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Friday, September 27th, 2013 – Mark Glassner

“Sir, I think I’ve finally figured out how this communication spell works,” Sam reported, her round, olive face filled with triumph.

Sam is our Vizier, and had been making amazing progress with the Magicks of the Witch of Endor. She had progressed beyond merely translating the Book, and actively applied the information to create new spells. Her most useful discovery was these amulets that could deflect bullets. And they weren’t the only enchanted items or spells she created, such as these incense sticks that when burned make people very biddable. Willow used them to molest pretty girls that came to our charity clinic, looking for biddable girls to serve us once our mansion was constructed.

It was a lazy Friday afternoon; Mary and I both needed to relax. The last week had been busy getting ready for the gun-buyback program in Tacoma tomorrow morning. I sat at my desk in our shared office. I split a desk with Violet, while Mary and Lillian shared another. Lillian sat at the other desk working on the website for my campaign. The slut was naked, and I admired the profile of her breast. Lillian is our webmaster; she had been going to school for an IT degree, and did the coding for the site while Mary, who was quite the artist, did the graphic designs. One of her paintings, Mount Rainier at sunrise, hung over my desk. I glanced at my wife as she happily painted away, wearing one of my buttoned-down shirts, and nothing else. Her long, beautiful legs appeared beneath the hem of the shirt, and her plump ass rippled beneath the fabric as she shifted her hips.

“Really, how?” Mary asked Sam, not turning away from her painting.

“I think the focus needs to be a pregnant woman,” Sam answered. “As you know, the spell works by using a living vessel as the connector between you.”

“Yeah, we tried it with my mom,” I said. “You said it had to be a mother. But that didn’t work.”

“Yes, because she wasn’t pregnant,” Sam nodded. “That’s the key. There was this tricky word…”

I waved her off before she could wander off into one of her explanations. “So, we just need a pregnant woman?”

“We could try my mom,” Mary suggested offhandedly. Tiffany and Mary found out they were pregnant within days of each other and both women had been ecstatic. “It won’t hurt the child, right?”

Sam shook her head. “No, the spell just requires the focus subject to already be intimately attached to someone. And there is no more intimate bond than a child growing inside a mother’s womb.”

“We could use Korina,” I suggested hopefully. We had three pregnant sluts at our disposal. “Or even Violet or April.”

Mary shook her head. “It’s time you bedded my mom, Mark. You’ve forgiven her for Chastity and now it’s time to accept her as your family.”

I glowered and opened my mouth to argue when I saw Mary look over her shoulder at me, a stubborn cast to her eyes. I sighed; it wasn’t worth fighting over. “Okay, okay, you win, Mare.”

“I always do.” Her grin was impish as she peered over her shoulder at me.

“Do you?” I asked her as I stood up and leered at her. “Maybe I should put that to the test.”

She gave a mock shriek of fear as I advanced on her and she fled the office with a laugh. I chased after her, catching a glimpse of her hair disappearing into the living room. I went the other way, into the kitchen. Desiree was cooking dinner, wearing a sexy maid’s outfit, while Alison perched naked on the counter, teasing her wife.

“Mi Rey?” Desiree questioned as I pushed past her.

I reached the dining room in time to see Mary’s laughing face as she realized I had cut her off. She turned to race back to the living room, but I caught her arm and pulled her to me. I wrapped my arms around her and pinned her gently against the wall. I stroked her face and stared into emerald eyes that flashed with desire.

“I guess I win,” I said.

“Umm, I guess so,” she purred, rubbing my chest. “I’m your helpless prisoner!” Her voice was thick with overacting. “Please, be gentle, you vile villain.”

I laughed at how corny she sounded. “Vile Villain?”

“Yes, the dastardly Mark, who makes every woman swoon with his manliness,” Mary continued, her hand stroking the front of my pants. “Hmm, his hard, throbbing manliness.”

I kissed my wife as her hands deftly undid my belt and pants, reaching in to pull my hardening cock out of my boxers. My hands found her plump ass, naked beneath the shirt. I picked her up, her lithe legs wrapping around my waist. Her green eyes stared into mine as she broke the kiss.

“I’m ready to give you your reward for winning,” she purred. “I’m all hot and wet, and more than ready for you.”

“My naughty filly,” I grinned as I lowered her onto me.

She guided my cock to the wet lips of her pussy. I felt my dick bump into her smooth vulva, slide across her slit, then push into her. We moaned together as my cock sank slowly into her tight, wet depths. She hooked her arms around my neck. Smiling wickedly, she started writhing her hips, sliding me in and out of her silky depths. I helped her, using my hands to pump her hips on my dick while I kneaded her plump ass.

“So tight, Mare,” I panted. “I love you so much!”

Mary gasped, “Ohh, I love you, too, Mark. Yes, fuck me hard! I need a cum so bad! Make your filly cum with your big cock!”

I started thrusting, meeting her writhing hips. My cock rubbed faster against her pussy’s walls as my wife hugged me tightly. Her breath felt warm on my neck and her lips wet as she started kissing and nibbling. I buried my face in the beautiful slope of her neck, licking up to her ear and sucking on her lobe. Her pussy tightened and she nibbled harder on my neck. Our flesh slapped together as we fucked each other harder and harder.

“Oh yes, I love your cock!” she panted. “Keep slamming it into me! Umm, you’re gonna make me cum! My horny stallion is fucking me so hard I’m gonna just explode!”

“Cum for me, Mare,” I whispered in her ear. “Cum on my hard cock. I love it when your pussy milks my dick!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Mary cried and there was that delicious feeling of her cunt spasming upon me. “Give it to me! Spill your cum inside me, Mark! Umm, my pussy is hungry for your cream! Do it, stud!”

I shoved my cock hard inside her, reveling in the feel of her tight cunt, and exploded inside my wife’s pussy. “Oh, fuck!” I groaned as I shot three large blasts inside her. “That was a great reward, Mare.”

She sighed, still nuzzling at my neck. “It was great. Can you put me down; my arms are getting sore.”

I laughed and pulled out of her and set her down. “So, I guess you should go talk to your mom.”

“Oh, we can use one of the pregnant sluts,” Mary said in an offhand manner, “if you’re really against sleeping with my mom.”

I sensed a trap. “No, no, you’re right. I need to start accepting her as family, I guess.”

She kissed me on the lips. “Good. After dinner?”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure there’s nothing going on tonight.”

“There isn’t, Master,” Violet answered. I jumped, and saw Violet sitting at the dining room table, her laptop in front of her.

“Were you here the whole time?” I asked.

She grinned at me, looking mischievously cute with her young face and pigtails. “I was, and I had a delicious cum.” She held up her fingers, clearly sticky with her juices. “I had a great view of your yummy butt, Master. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” I smiled at her.

Dinner was delicious, as always, and I enjoyed a great blowjob from Korina as I ate. The sluts always took turns sucking my cock and eating out Mary’s pussy during meals. Mary enjoyed a nice orgasm from April. Tonight, Desiree made a delicious lamb shish kebab and a rice pilaf. After everyone finished, the sluts cleared the table and Desiree brought out a delicious apple pie for dessert.

“Master,” Jessica said as she returned to the room. She had slipped out while dessert was being served. “There is something strange going on in Seattle.”

She slipped into my lap, her caramel breasts jiggling as she moved. I gave her a kiss, and tweaked a dark nipple and she giggled. She sat a manilla folder on the table and opened it. I saw a picture of Mayor Erikson, the mayor of Seattle, and a woman with purple hair getting out of a limousine. I had met Erikson last month at a meeting of state mayors in Spokane. He was very supportive of my gun control measures and next month we were supposed to have a gun-buyback in Seattle.

“Who’s the woman?” I asked. “Definitely not his wife. A mistress?”

“That’s what my source thinks,” Jessica answered. “No one knows her name. She’s been seen with the Mayor at all his public appearances the last two days.”

“So?” I asked. “Other than her weird choice in hair color, what’s so unusual about a politician having an affair?”

“Yeah, that hair is a bit much,” Mary giggled. “What is she, into Anime or something? She looks young.”

“The problem is that Mayor Erikson is gay,” Jessica answered. “He’s been openly gay for twenty years. He and his partner were one of the firsts couples married when it was legalized last November. There has also been a strange death in the Mayor’s office. Tuesday night, his assistant, and some say his boyfriend, died of an unknown disease. And since Wednesday he’s been seen with this woman.”

I frowned. “Maybe it’s a coincidence?”

“Maybe, Master,” Jessica frowned. “However, given the capabilities of our enemies, I think we should be wary of any radical changes of behavior or mysterious deaths.”

Mary bit her lip. “Maybe you should cancel that gun-buyback in Seattle next month until we know what’s going on. Jessica, have 51 quietly make contact with Seattle PD and find out who that woman is.”

Jessica nodded and climbed off my lap. “Right away, Mistress.”

As we ate our pie, Mary and I discussed the information. We just ended up going around in circles. All we had was speculation. We thought Lilith was in Seattle, but we had no proof. Chantelle and Lana hadn’t been spotted by anyone since they dropped off Karen’s body two months ago. Even when they appeared on Washington State’s Most Wanted, no tips were generated.

Mary grabbed a second slice of pie. “Hungry?” I asked her with a smile, tired of worrying about Lilith.

“It’s your kid that’s hungry, Mark,” she smiled back, quickly polished off that second piece, and stood up. “Well, I guess I better get Mom.”

I stood up as well, kissed my wife and rubbed her stomach. Our child grew inside her. I never thought I would have kids, and now I was going to have four just with the women in this house alone, plus Beth Philips and Vivian Anders and who knows how many others. Anastasia Milburn, from the jogging club, was pregnant, and it could be mine or her husband’s. There were quite a few members of the Church of the Living Gods who weren’t sure who the fathers of their children were, either.

I headed up to our bedroom and stripped naked and stretched out on the bed and waited. I was starting to wonder if Mary was coming when the door opened and Mary and her mother slipped in. I smiled; both wore teddies. Mary’s was a pale blue and transparent. Her perky breasts were cupped in silk, surrounded by white lace, and her dusky nipples were clearly visible through the fabric. A blue thong barely covered her pussy, her heart of pubic hair peaked out around the fabric. Tiffany had a scarlet teddy, her sandy-blonde hair falling pale against the vibrant fabric. Her breasts were larger, the bodice also transparent and I could see her hard nipples. Tiffany wore a pair of lacy, red panties that did nothing to hide the blonde bush beneath.

“Hmm, he’s gorgeous,” Tiffany purred. “My Gift really transformed him.”

“I know.” Mary had the same, hungry look in her eyes as she stared at me. They could be sisters, both young, with heart-shaped faces. The only differences were the eyes and hair. Mary had emerald eyes and auburn hair, while her mother had sapphire eyes and sandy-blonde hair.

“I sent April and Violet to play with Dad,” Mary smiled as she stalked forward. “They both dressed up as naughty schoolgirls for him.”

Tiffany licked her lips. “Too many years teaching those hot, young teenagers really corrupted my husband.”

Not only did Mary’s dad, Sean, still teach at Washington High School, he wasn’t the only one going there every weekday. Missy and her boyfriend Damien were still students, and Damien’s sex slave, Mrs. Corra, taught math at the high school. Each had to have two bodyguards to protect them and that took a lot of calls to the School Board, the adminstrators, and the PTA to get straightened out.

Mary slid onto the bed on my right, and Tiffany crawled towards me on the left. Both stared at me with lust-filled eyes; tigers stalking their prey. Silken hair brushed my thighs as they crawled closer and closer. Tiffany bent down and kissed me on the lips and Mary kissed my chin. Both mother and daughter pressed their bodies against me, and ran their hands across my muscled chest. I returned the favor, sliding my hands down their backs until I was cupping a pair of plump asses.

Mary moved up and joined our kiss. Our three tongues fenced before I turned and my wife stuck hers into my mouth as her mother licked at my chin. Tiffany followed my jawline to my ear and started teasing my lobe. Mary broke the kiss and pulled on her mother’s blonde hair, bringing her face closer. It was beautiful as I watched mother and daughter kiss above me.

“You two are so beautiful,” I murmured. They broke their kiss and smiled down at me.

“Who’s the most beautiful?” Tiffany asked.

“Mary,” I answered without hesitation. It was the truth; I liked a redhead more than a blonde.

“Umm, someone deserves a reward,” Mary purred, and started kissing at my neck.

She kissed down my chest, teased my nipple with her tongue, and sucked it into her mouth. Mary sometimes liked to kiss and suck at my nipples, but it didn’t do much for me, just tingled a bit. I was happy to let her do it, though. Then she licked lower and lower. Her cheek rubbed against my flat stomach, her auburn hair fanned out across my chest behind her.

“You’re a good husband,” Tiffany murmured, and kissed me on the lips again.

Mary’s face was getting closer and closer to my cock, her breath warm on my shaft. She rubbed her face into my brown pubic hair, then I moaned into Tiffany’s lips as Mary’s tongue slowly slid up my cock, up and up until she grazed the sensitive tip. I shuddered and my cock jumped in pleasure. Giggling, Mary licked up the shaft from the base to the tip again. This time she swirled her tongue around the head once, before she returned to the base.

“Want some help, Mary?” Tiffany asked.

“I do, Mom,” Mary answered.

Tiffany sat up and slipped off her panties. She held them up and I could see a damp spot on the gusset, then she held them to my nose. “Sean loves smelling my dirty panties,” she confessed. I inhaled deeply; she had a spicy scent similar to Mary’s. Tiffany laughed, “I see he’s not the only guy.”

“They smell great, Tiffany,” I told her.

“Umm, then you are just going to love this,” she promised.

Tiffany straddled my face, lowering her pussy to my lips as she bent down to lap at my cock. Her pussy was covered by a mat of blonde hair, a darker shade than the hair on her head. I could smell her arousal, and see juices glisten amidst the hair. I rubbed my lips into the silky forest, tasted her spicy flavor as I found her pussy.

“Ohh, that’s nice, Mark,” purred Tiffany as I sucked a dark labia swollen with lust into my lips.

“He’s the best,” Mary answered, her voice full of pride and love. I felt her cheek rub against the side of my cock as her mother licked up the other side of the shaft.

I buried my face into her mother’s cunt, licking my tongue through her wet slit. Tiffany sucked the head of my cock into her lips and I enjoyed her hum of pleasure. Mary slid down and started to suck at my balls. She would engulf one, then the other, into her sweet lips and gently played with them with her tongue. I found Tiffany’s hard clit and nuzzled my nose into her folds as I sucked at the sensitive pearl.

Tiffany started bobbing her head, sucking hard as she engulfed my cock. She used her teeth, lightly, to graze my cock. My cock brushed the back of her throat and then she slid down my shaft, deepthroating my cock. It felt wonderful inside her tight throat and I moaned with her clit in my mouth; a delightful shudder rippled through my mother-in-law.

“Ooh, you can deepthroat?” Mary gasped in awe. “Wow!”

Tiffany slid her head up my shaft, sucking wonderfully the entire time. “Your Mom knows a trick or two,” she giggled, then deepthroated me again.

I squeezed my mother-in-law’s ass, spread her cheeks wide, and I started to play with her asshole. She sucked hard on my cock as I pushed a finger up her tight ass, a low moan vibrating through her throat. My balls erupted from the sudden sensation and she quickly pulled up her mouth to catch the second and third blast in her lips.

I slowly fingered her asshole as I sucked on her clit. I felt Tiffany release my cock and then heard some wet, smacking sounds. They were kissing, sharing my cum. “Umm, that’s delicious,” Mary purred, then I heard more kissing noises, and I almost wished my view wasn’t obstructed by Tiffany’s beautiful pussy. Almost.

“Ohh, Mark knows his way around a pussy,” Tiffany panted.

“He’s had lots of practice.” I could just picture the satisfied smirk on my wife’s face. I enjoyed eating her pussy out, particularly when we took a shower.

“Shoot, I’m gonna cum!” Tiffany gasped. “Oh yes, oh wow!” Delicious honey flooded my mouth as my mother-in-law came. “Oh, jeez! Yes, yes, yes!” She breathed deeply. “That was great, thank you.”

She slid off of my face and both women cuddled up next to me. “Shoot?” I asked, looking at my mother-in-law. “And ‘oh, jeez?’ I’ve never heard such clean dirty-talk before.”

“Too long spent in churches,” she sighed.

Mary licked at my lips and savored her mother’s flavor, before she kissed me. “So, shall we?” Mary asked.

“This won’t hurt the baby, right?” Tiffany asked, concerned, her hands clutching at her belly.

“No, Sam assures us it’s safe,” I said. “I didn’t get the details. If you let her, she’ll ramble on and on about all the technical minutia that just bores the crap out of me. But I trust her.”

Mary nodded in agreement. “I wouldn’t risk my future brother or sister, Mom.”

“So, I just say, ‘Siyach’ when I cum, right?” Tiffany asked.

“Yeah,” I answered. “While bringing the both of us to orgasm.”

“You’re making it sound so technical,” Mary complained. “Mom, just lie on your back and I’ll sit on your face and you can lick me to a shuddering orgasm while Mark fucks your pregnant cunt until you explode.”

“Hmm, sounds good,” Tiffany smiled. “I have grown to like the taste of my daughters’ pussies.” It had taken Mary’s older sister, Shannon, a few weeks to come around and forgive her mother’s absence. Missy, on the other hand, had been so excited to finally meet her mother. She had been barely two when Tiffany fell prey to a Warlock, and affectionately rekindled her relationship with her estranged mother.

Tiffany stretched out on the bed, breathtakingly beautiful in her red teddy, her legs obscenely spread wide, exposing her furred snatch. Mary quickly straddled her mother and lowered her bare cunt to Tiffany’s waiting lips. I loved watching a woman’s tongue sliding through another woman’s pussy, particularly when that pussy belonged to my wife.

I grabbed Tiffany’s legs, lifted her up, and slid a pillow beneath her ass. Mary moaned, thrusting her breasts outward, still encased in the silk of her blue teddy. They looked a little bigger than a month ago, and felt fuller. I loved Mary’s breasts, and I didn’t mind at all that the pregnancy was making them bigger. Just meant more to play with! Mary leaned over, grasped my cock, and guided it to her mother’s cunt.

“Give her a good ride,” Mary purred as I pushed the head of my cock into Tiffany’s tight cunt.

I thrust hard and enjoyed the feel of my mother-in-law’s snatch. Why had I been so stubborn about this? She felt amazing. I gripped her thighs and gave her good, hard thrusts that left her moaning into my wife’s pussy. Mary’s eyes rolled in pleasure and her lips pursed. They were red and full and begged to be kissed, so I leaned forward and captured them in a kiss. Mary melted into my mouth, her hand gripped the back of my head as she kissed me back. My right hand let go of Tiffany’s leg and I reached under the teddy to caress Mary’s stomach.

Mary broke the kiss and gasped in pleasure as my hand slid up and started to gently grope her left breast. “Oh yes!” she gasped as I pinched her nipple. “Oh, fuck, that feels great! Suck my clit, Mom! Oh, you fucking know just how to get me off! Oh, fuck! I’m so horny! Watching you deepthroat Mark made me so wet! Siyach!” she screamed as her orgasm exploded through her, starting the ritual.

“My naughty filly,” I grinned, fucking Tiffany harder as Mary smiled happily at me.

Mary sighed, “My horny stallion. Make my mom howl in pleasure!”

“Fuck yeah I will!” I panted.

I pulled Tiffany’s legs up, hooked her ankles onto my shoulders, and leaned forward. I was able to thrust deeply into her tight pussy, pumping away as fast as I could. My mother-in-law’s cunt felt like soft silk rubbing deliciously up and down on my cock. Every thrust full of sweet pleasure. I could hear my balls slap against her taint as I fucked her harder and harder. I had to cum! That great need built up inside me. Closer and closer my orgasm drew, every stroke agonizing pleasure, spurring me to thrust harder and faster.

“Siyach!” I gasped as I flooded my mother-in-law’s pussy. “Fuck, your cunt is amazing, Tiffany!”

I kept pounding her cunt. I needed to bring her to orgasm to finish the spell. Mary reached down and started fingering her mother’s clit. Tiffany moaned wordlessly beneath Mary, and I could see a second orgasm growing on my wife’s face. I changed the angle of my thrust, the head of my cock now rubbing along the top of her cunt. Tiffany twitched as I grazed her G-spot.

That set her off. I felt her pussy milking my cock as her body heaved beneath Mary. Tiffany shouted a word, muffled by Mary’s cunt, and I felt this connection spring up from Tiffany, into Mary and myself. Mary shuddered, cumming again on her mother’s lips and I felt another load of cum shooting off into Tiffany’s cunt. My vision blackened with the intensity of it, ecstasy boiling through me and escaping into her pussy.

Holy shit, I thought.

*Oh, wow, that’s wild!* Mary’s voice whispered in my mind. *I heard you inside my head!*

*You can hear me?* I asked her silently.

*Yeah.*

“Did it work?” Tiffany asked, breathless.

I pulled out of my mother-in-law, sprawling back on the bed. “Yeah, it worked great.”

Mary snuggled against me as Tiffany rolled out of bed. “Great,” she smiled. She bent down and kissed Mary and then me on the lips. “Well, I’m going home, you two have a good night.”

“You’re not going to stay and cuddle?” Mary pouted.

“Well, that sounds tempting,” Tiffany smiled. “But there are two hot, teenage sluts in bed with my husband, and I want to join in the fun.”

“Ohh, has Dad corrupted you, too?” Mary asked, curious. “Do you have a schoolgirl fetish now, Mom?”

“Maybe,” Tiffany answered with a mysterious smile.

Mary’s eyes widened in realization. “Oh, you’ve fucked one of dad’s students!”

Tiffany laughed. “Yep! On Tuesday. I went to see Sean at work, you know, to surprise him with a nooner. I found him balls deep in one of his students. This cute girl named…um…Emily.” Tiffany smiled fondly. “She was scared, at first, but I convinced her to eat me out while Sean fucked her pussy.”

“You dirty slut,” Mary giggled. “Mark once spent an entire day at a high school, fucking every girl he could. Meanwhile, I was stuck running errands for our wedding and having an absolutely terrible day.”

“Hey, I had to find two virgins,” I protested. “I had to search long and hard to find two girls that still had intact hymens.”

“Oh, I’m sure it was hard,” grinned Mary, her hand gripping my cock. “And once it was hard, it was definitely long.”

*It’s long and hard for you, Mare,* I thought at my wife.

A pleased smile appeared on her lips. *Well, maybe I should fix that?*

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“This is all your fault, Mark Glassner,” Mary complained the next morning as I held her hair back. She opened her mouth to speak, her eyes widened, and she turned back to the toilet to vomit into the bowel.

Morning sickness had been rough on Mary, and this morning seemed particularly unpleasant. “Sorry, Mare. But it was your idea to have a child,” I pointed out calmly.

She glared at me, her face pale, almost green. “I don’t want to hear your excuses, Mark Glassner!”

I laughed, which only made her glare harder. “You look beautiful this morning, Mare,” I quickly said.

“Liar,” she accused, but my compliment helped to mollify her anger. Well, she wasn’t really angry, just in some discomfort, and so lashed out at me. So I used my other hand to rub her shoulder and bent down to kiss her neck.

She stood up and I handed her a glass of water and she rinsed her mouth out, then I carried her back to bed and set her down, and kissed her forehead. “Feeling better?” I asked, snuggling up against her.

“No,” she sighed. “I don’t think I’m up for going to the gun-buyback today.”

“Sure, Mare.” I rubbed at her stomach. “Only eight-weeks old and she is already causing problems.”

Mary giggled. “A girl, huh? Not a son to take after you?”

I snorted with laughter. “There wouldn’t be a safe pussy anywhere in the state,” I boasted. “My son would have to fuck them all.”

Mary smiled fondly. “Well, if it’s a girl, what would you name her?”

“Chastity,” I answered without hesitation.

Mary looked at me; a tear welled in the corner of her eye. “That’s lovely.” She kissed me gently. “And if it’s a boy?”

“Hmm, I don’t know,” I said, frowning. “I’ve always thought Quatch was a cool name.”

Mary smiled and pinched me. “We are not naming our child after that hairy friend of yours!”

“Well, I’m out of ideas, what would you name our son?”

“Albert,” Mary answered.

“Really?” I frowned. What a terrible name. “Have you been talking to my mom?”

Mary nodded. “She told me all about her dad, so I think we should name him after your grandfather.”

“Why not yours?” I asked. I really didn’t want to name my son Albert. Grandpa had been a great guy before he passed away from cancer, but Albert was a horrible name.

“Mine are both named Mike. Just like my ex-boyfriend.”

“Oh, good point.” I kissed her nose, she just looked so cute. “Chastity if it’s a girl, and it will be a girl, Mary. Or Albert in the incredibly unlikely event we have a son.”

Mary rolled her eyes. “You need to prepare yourself to have a son, Mark,” she laughed. “There’s a fifty-fifty chance after all.”

“Ahh, but the man’s sperm chooses the sex,” I pointed out. “So I just concentrated on having a girl, so my sperm knew which ones should be making the attempt.”

“I don’t think that’s how it works, Mark,” Mary sighed with exasperation.

“Sure it does,” I boasted. “I asked Willow. She’s an Obstetrician, so she’d know.”

“Liar,” Mary smiled. Then her smile faded as her face paled and she bolted for the bathroom, again.

I followed, holding her auburn hair up to keep the vomit out. “You know, I really love you,” I told her between heaves. “Otherwise, I wouldn’t put up with something this disgusting.”

“It’s your fault I’m vomiting, Mark Glassner!” Mary snapped back. “So just suck it up, be a man, and hold my hair.”

“Yes, dear,” I grinned at her.

Afterward, Mary laid back down to take a nap, and I went to get some breakfast. I passed Violet stumbling out of the bathroom, looking just as green-faced as Mary. April was with her, a teasing smile on her lips. “Oh, it’s not fair,” Violet complained. “Why don’t you suffer morning sickness, April?”

“Luck?” she shrugged. “Oh, good morning, Master.”

“Keep it down,” I admonished the pregnant sluts. “Mary’s had a rough morning.”

Alice looked sheepish and nodded, and I kissed her on the lips, then Violet on the forehead, then headed downstairs. Alison gave me my morning blowjob as I sipped at my coffee and watched Desiree’s naked ass as she cooked breakfast. I loved getting a blowjob from Alison, her tongue-piercing added a little something extra that made me cum just a little faster.

“Thank you, Master,” Alison smiled, her mouth full of cum. She walked over to her wife and kissed her on the lips, swapping my cum between each other.

“Umm, that was delicious, mi Sirenita,” Desiree purred, smacking her lips. “And thank you, mi Rey, for cumming in my wife’s mouth.”

“Oh, the pleasure was all mine,” I grinned, and Lillian richly laughed as she sipped at her coffee next to me.

After breakfast, I went upstairs to get ready for the gun-buyback. I brought Mary up a tray that held a light breakfast of fruit. She was still napping. So I left the tray, covered with a cloth, on the bedside table. I quietly showered and got dressed in a tailored, blue suit with a red tie, and my uncomfortable dress shoes. I slipped out of the room, quietly, and walked downstairs.

Desiree and Violet were waiting for me, dressed in their office slut attires. Desiree wore a tight, red mini-skirt that clung to her full, Latin ass; a sheer, white blouse that her hard nipples were clearly visible through; and a red blazer. Violet wore a pleated, gray skirt that barely covered her slim ass, and a red tube-top that clung to her apple-sized breasts like a second skin, her nipples clearly hard as they dimpled the fabric. She wore a gray jacket and her brown hair fell loose about her shoulders, instead of her usual pigtails. Both wore their gold chokers proclaiming to whom they belonged.

Desiree was my campaign manager and Violet was my secretary. We were putting all the sluts to work. Jessica was my press secretary, Lillian was my webmaster, and April was Mary’s secretary. Xiu was in charge of the household: she assigned cleaning jobs, sent sluts on errands to the stores, made sure we had food, etc. Alison was our liaison to the Church of the Living Gods, the group that worshiped Mary and me. Korina was coordinating the construction of the mansion, the foundations of which had already been laid out, and the workmen and -women were starting to raise the exterior walls. It just might be ready by the time our child is born in seven months.

“Are we all set?” I asked Desiree and Violet.

“Yes, Master,” Violet nodded. “Leah has the limo gassed up and ready to go.”

Our limo was a specially ordered, armored beast. We bought it from this company down south that specialized in armored vehicles. The armor on the limo could take all but the heaviest fire. Short of a tank, the limo was indestructible. Leah waited next to the limo, smiling and wearing her chauffeur’s outfit. A short, black skirt covered her ass and fishnet-stockings clad her beautiful legs; a white corset pushed up breasts and a red-and-orange tie dangled down into her spectacular cleavage. A small, black jacket and a chauffeur’s cap, perched on the curly mass of her brunette hair, completed the outfit. Both Leah and Rachel had let their dyed-blonde hair fade back to their original brown in the last few months. It had something to do with their three-way marriage to Jacob; Mary understood it and would get all misty-eyed as she explained, “It’s so beautiful how they express their love for Jacob.” I didn’t get it.

“Sir,” Leah purred as I walked up; I bent down and kissed her on the lips. Leah’s husband and wife were hovering nearby and after we all climbed into the limo, I saw Jacob and Rachel hug and kiss their wife goodbye. Jacob and Rachel worked for us as accountants; between our charity, the Church, and my campaign, money was coming in and going out in all directions and we needed someone to manage the books.

51 climbed into the limo, the Black woman who headed up our bodyguard. She showed initiative the day of the attack and we promoted her to take Chastity’s place. Her partner, 47, was second-in-command, and would be staying at home. Squad A was guarding me today. Right now we had a total of six squads of eight bodyguards each. Squad B and C were staying behind to watch Mary and the neighborhood, Squad D was in Chicago guarding Shannon and George on his business trip. Squads E and F were guarding our planes.

Two squad cars led the limo out of the neighborhood and two more followed. Each car had two bodyguards and an AR-15. After the SWAT attack, I wanted to be well armed in case of another assault. Everyone wore their Amulets that warded them from bullets. I should never have forbidden the bodyguards their bulletproof vests. A few might still be alive if they had been wearing them, and that guilt gnawed at me sometimes, late at night. Well, the Amulets worked better, and I could still have my guard of pretty women in sexy cop outfits.

“Feeling better, Violet?” I asked as the limo took the left onto Shaw Road.

“I am, Master,” she smiled coquettishly. Even with her hair down, she looked young and innocent. She rubbed at my hardening cock. “Do you require some relief?”

“Yeah,” I smiled.

I kissed Violet on the lips, her mouth minty fresh from her toothpaste. I heard the metallic rasp of my zipper and her hand fished my cock out, stroking me to full hardness. She broke the kiss, a questioning look in her eyes.

“In your cunt,” I answered her.

She purred, “Absolutely, Master,” as she straddled my waist.

I pushed her skirt up and exposed her bald pussy. Her slit was tight and looked girlish without any hair. Moisture beaded on her pussy as she lowered her pussy down to my waiting cock. I groaned as her tight, teenage cunt engulfed my cock and slid down to take my entire length. Violet threw her head back and gasped as she slowly started riding my cock. I pulled her tube-top down, exposing her small, pink nipples to my hungry gaze.

“Yes, yes, Master!” Violet moaned as I sucked her right nipple into my lips. I squeezed her breasts; they felt a little plumper and I wondered how big they would get by the time she gave birth to my child. I hoped they didn’t get too big; Violet’s small breasts were perfect for her.

“Sir, may I indulge?” 51 asked. I released Violet’s nipple, looking around the teen at 51 sitting across from me. My bodyguard’s dark eyes shone with lust. She was on duty, so she knew that she couldn’t indulge in any sex act without my permission. Desiree sat next to her, nuzzling against 51’s dark neck.

“Yeah, Desiree, eat her cunt out.”

“As you command, mi Rey,” Desiree answered in her sultry, Latin accent, slipping down to the floor.

“Thank you, sir,” 51 gasped as Desiree buried her face beneath 51’s short, blue skirt.

51 unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her small, ebony breasts topped with pink nipples. She pinched them between her fingers as she enjoyed Desiree’s tongue lashing. Violet was hugging me tightly, pumping her hips on me. Her snatch was a tight, wonderful vice as she rode me. I squeezed her tight ass and watched 51 writhe in pleasure. Desiree pushed her skirt up and I could see her shaved pussy, dark and swollen with her arousal.

“Dirty slut,” I moaned as Desiree started fingering her snatch. “Desiree, I want to watch you cum while eating out 51’s cunt!”

“Ohh, yes, mi Rey!”

*Thanks for the fruit, Mark,* Mary’s voice suddenly filled my mind, startling me. This new communication spell may take some getting used to.

*You’re welcome, Mare,* I sent back, struggling to concentrate with Violet’s tight cunt riding my cock.

*My mom stopped by and strawberries taste even sweeter soaked in her juices.*

*Naughty filly!* God, I wish I was there to see that. I closed my eyes and pictured Mary taking a bright-red strawberry and sliding it through her mother’s blonde-furred muff, gathering her spicy juices, and popping it into her mouth.

*So, is it Desiree or Violet playing with your cock?*

*Violet’s riding me. How did you know?* I asked.

I could almost feel her laugh. *I know you, Mark. You’re my horny stallion. You almost have to have your cock in a woman’s hole 24/7. Well, have fun; I’m feeling better and Mom has a banana shoved up her pussy and I’m feeling a little hungry! Love ya, stud!*

*Love you,* I sent back, hoping she could feel my love through the thought.

“Oh, fuck!” moaned Violet. “I love your cock, Master! The best cock in the whole wide world!”

“It’s the only cock you’ve ever fucked,” I pointed out as she rode me.

“No, I fucked Mistress when she had one,” Violet panted. “When you were under that spell.”

I had to laugh at that. Mary told me about the cock, but not about fucking Violet, when I was obsessed with my little sister Antsy. “Maybe she’s the father,” I teased.

“Ohh, maybe. Umm, that feels good!” Violet moved her head and stared into my eyes. “Willow says my date of conception was around that Tuesday. I fucked you both that day.”

I thought about that. What if it was Mary’s child inside her? I kissed Violet. “I don’t care,” I told her truthfully. “Either way, your child is part of the family.”

“I love you, Master,” Violet smiled and added a delightful twist to her hips as she fucked me.

I loved all my sluts. It wasn’t the all-encompassing love I felt for Mary. That love drowned out all other feelings, but I was fond of my sluts. I cared for them. They were mine. And Mary’s. “I love you, too, my little, pregnant slut!”

“Umm, your slut!” she purred, savoring the word. “I’m going to cum! Shoot your spunk inside me, Master! I want us to cum together!”

“Keep wiggling those hips like that, slut, and I’ll fill your pussy with so much cum!” I groaned. “Oh, fuck, your cunt feels amazing!”

“My slutty cunt?”

“Yeah, your slutty fucking cunt!” I grabbed her waist and shoved her all the way down my shaft and spilled my seed as deep into her as I could.

“Yes, yes, fuck yes!” Violet gasped as her cunt spasmed about my cock. “Oh, thank you, Master! Thank you, thank you, thank you! That was great!”

I fucked 51’s cunt – a wet, pink slit surrounded by her beautiful, ebony skin – after Violet, and then I got a great titty-fuck from Desiree as we got off the freeway in Tacoma. “There’s a lot of traffic, sir,” Leah reported. “I think the gun-buyback is going to be a great success.”

“Yeah,” I moaned as Desiree sandwiched my cock between her big tits.

51’s juices on my cock lubed me up, and Desire furiously rubbed her tits up and down on my cock as we crawled up 9th Street. Even with the lights and sirens of my escorts, climbing the steep hill of downtown Tacoma towards the Courthouse was slow going. As we passed Commerce Street, 51 gasped and came on Violet’s mouth. With a happy smile, 51 buttoned-up her blouse.

“I love your tits, slut,” I moaned, looking down at Desiree’s happy, nut-brown face.

“I love your cock, mi Rey,” Desiree purred, then licked at the tip of my cock.

“Fuck!” I groaned and spilled my cum, white upon her brown tits. Desiree smiled, letting the cum run in milky rivulets around her heavy orbs. She didn’t bother buttoning up her blouse. She was a slut taking pride in her work and wanted everyone to know it.

The Courthouse sat on Tacoma Ave between 9th and 11th Streets, and Tacoma PD had roadblocks at both intersections. They let our motorcade pass the barricades and Violet made sure I was presentable as we pulled up to the Courthouse. “You look so handsome, Master,” she cutely smiled as she straightened my tie.

The limo stopped and the huge crowd that filled the square before the Courthouse cheered wildly. The bodyguards poured out of their vehicles and formed up around the limo before Leah opened the door. 51 stepped out first, her eyes examining the crowd before she would let me out. The bodyguards all had orders—our safety came first. Even if that meant ignoring our orders.

When I stepped out the sun was warm on my face, and the crowd erupted into cheers; an almost solid wave of sound rolled into me like surf pounding a rocky cliff. It was nearing the end of September, and it had been a warm month, but the nights were getting colder and October was just a few days away. With October would come the gray clouds and the never-ending rain of Western Washington. Not until the end of May or early June would the weather get pleasant again.

I raised up my hand, waving at the crowd. Their cheers flowed through me, filling me with this heady feeling. There were hundreds here, not counting all the news crews that were filming the event. Hundreds of people were clapping and calling out my name. No wonder people got into politics; this was almost the greatest feeling in the world. I smiled, waved, and let the crowd’s intoxicating love wash through me. My bodyguards formed up around us. 51 walked directly in front of me and Violet and Desiree followed, her tits still out and covered in cum. Behind us, a few Tacoma Cops and Leah drove our motorcade away, to park it behind the Courthouse and out of the way for the day’s events.

I shook hands as the bodyguards pushed through the crowd. Everyone was reaching out to touch me, and Desiree and Violet, too. Women were fondling Desiree’s breasts, scooping up my cum and reverently eating their God’s seed. It was deafening in the crowd, almost overwhelming. Finally, we made it through the square and walked into the Courthouse.

Mayor Bray of Tacoma – short and fit, looking younger than his forty-six years – shook my hand first. Next to him was his beautiful Korean wife, as tall as her husband, with a round face and a big smile. Her almond-shaped eyes twinkled with excitement and her hand trembled as we shook hands.

“My wife, Yoon,” Mayor Bray introduced.

“My Lord,” she said in awe. Another true believer, I thought with a smile.

“My pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Bray,” I said, taking her hand and kissing it. She was quite a lovely woman; my eyes roamed her body. “I would love to get to know you better.”

The Mayor nodded his head. “Of course, of course. Yoon is very pleasant company.” I bet she is. My cock hardened, and I kept holding her hand, stroking it with my thumb. She blushed, her dark eyes twinkling with desire.

“I thought your wife, the radiant Goddess, would be here?” Yoon asked.

“Something came up that she needed to take care of,” I lied. It wouldn’t do for the woman to learn her Goddess had morning sickness. A Goddess should be above such mundane problems. “But she would love to meet you.”

“I would be honored,” Yoon purred.

Sheriff Erkhart walked up and I let go of Yoon’s hand to shake his. Then I greeted Captain Cumming, head of Tacoma PD. I knew all the local law enforcements’ leadership, they were all under my power. “This was a great idea,” Sheriff Erkhart said. “The turnout is incredible.”

It was a great turnout. Not surprising since I spent the last week giving live interviews, commanding anyone with a gun that wasn’t a cop or soldier to turn them in today. The greatest threat to Mary and me is someone with a gun killing us before we have a chance to use our powers. Sure we had our amulets, but they weren’t perfect. A large enough caliber weapon could overcome the protection and an automatic weapon could overload the amulet after ten or so hits.

“Well, I have to go make the introductions,” Mayor Bray said, turning to head back outside.

I retook Mrs. Bray’s hand, pulling her to me, my eyes raking her body. “Do you want to fuck me, my Lord?” she asked; her body trembled with awe and lust.

“Yes,” I told her.

She swallowed and pulled up her skirt. She wore no panties. “I follow the commandments,” she smiled. “I only let my husband fuck me, normally. But you are my God! Colton will not mind.”

“No, he won’t,” I told her and bent her over the X-ray machine that stood just beyond the metal detectors. Her husband was under my commands, and would accept anything I did as perfectly normal, even fucking his wife.

Outside, her husband spoke at the podium as I rubbed my dick through the shaved lips of her pussy. She shuddered in pleasure as I pushed into her snatch. She wasn’t as tight as Mary or any of the sluts, but she still felt great as I fucked my cock inside her. My balls slapped against her clit, adding a staccato beat as I pounded away at her cunt.

“Oh my God!” Yoon moaned. “Your cock is heavenly. Umm, this is so amazing! Bless my married cunt, my Lord! Oh, fuck yes!”

A hush fell over the crowd, and I glanced out the glass doors of the courthouse to see the Mayor waiting. Oh shit! I was supposed to be out there. Well, everyone would have to wait; Mrs. Bray’s cunt felt too great to stop now. The Mayor frowned, then walked back inside.

“Oh honey,” Mrs. Bray panted. “Oh wow, this is amazing! My God is fucking me!”

“I see my wife is being very friendly,” the Mayor grinned. “She’s been so excited to meet you.”

“I can tell,” I panted as Mrs Yoon’s cunt convulsed about my cock as she came. “You’ve got a great wife.”

“I know,” he said, smiling fondly at his wife. “Okay, I’ll go stall.”

“Yeah,” I panted. Mrs. Bray’s orgasm was still going, milking my cock as I pumped her hard. She kept gasping and panting as her orgasms rolled together, massaging my cock, until I couldn’t take the pleasure of her cunt any longer, and I spilled my seed inside her. “You have a great pussy, Mrs. Bray.”

“Thank you, my Lord,” she panted, adjusting her gray skirt.

“Make sure you thank your husband for sharing you,” I said. “I bet he would love to fuck your ass.”

A blush spread on her olive cheeks. “I bet he would, my Lord.”

The crowd cheered even louder when I stepped out. The bodyguards swept out, forming a half-circle. 51 hung back, standing a few paces behind me and to my left. Half of the guard carried their AR-15’s slung on shoulder slings, their hands resting dangerously on the sleek, black weapons as they scanned the crowd.

“Thank you for coming out today,” I shouted. “Sorry for the delay, I had a worshiper to bless.” I grinned and a laugh rippled through the crowd. “The number one thing you can do as human beings is to love and respect your fellow humans.” I paused a beat. “Love and respect. It sounds simple, but for thousands of years it has seemed impossible to achieve. Human history is ripe with wars, murders, rapes, and atrocities. But today is the first step to rectifying that. We do not need all these guns out on the streets. We do not need them for protection, anymore. That’s why we have cops and soldiers. This isn’t the Wild West, this is the twenty-first century!”

The crowd roared, buffeting me with sound and I stood firm like the cliff before the pounding sea. On either side of the square, lines were queuing and people were turning their guns over to the Tacoma Police. Men and women; Whites, Blacks, Hispanics, Asians, and Native Americans. For the last week I had been on every local news program, commanding everyone to turn in their guns. Anyone who caught the interviews live would have no choice but to turn in their weapons. Clean-cut businessmen, frumpy soccer moms, grizzled outdoorsmen, and thuggish gangbangers all stood together.

“Today, we take that first step towards utopia!” I shouted.

The crowd’s roar was deafening and I took in their support. They kept roaring; I closed my eyes and enjoyed the intoxicating power of the moment. Finally, the cheers died down and I opened my mouth to continue my speech when I heard a low, whoping sound echo through the square. I glanced at 51 and she frowned.

The noise built and built. There was a rhythm to the whoping, a reliable beat. I started scanning the skies, it sounded almost like a helicopter. Maybe a news copter? Or perhaps a police copter? The crowd was growing restless, many looking up, trying to spot the source of the noise.

The helicopter was black, long, and sleek as it burst over the courthouse, flying low. A strong wind slammed down on me from the rotor wash and the crowd cried out as the helicopter banked overhead. There was something sticking out of the sides, long, barrel-shaped objects. Guns, I realized. I recognized the shape of the helicopter from that movie, Black Hawk Down. What was a military helicopter doing here?

A second Black Hawk roared over the crowd, banking to kill its speed, and the pair started hovering at either end of the block by the police barricades. I could only watch dumbfounded as ropes dropped down from the copters and soldiers began sliding down the ropes, M-16’s slung on their backs. When they hit the ground they moved quickly, taking cover, and aiming at the police barricades.

I concentrated and saw black auras around the soldiers and my stomach sank.

Thralls!

Every last soldier dominated by a Warlock. My heart hammered in my chest and I shouted into the microphones, speakers amplifying my voice around the stage, “Soldiers from the helicopters, throw down your weapons!”

The soldiers ignored me. Their weapons loudly barked as they fired at the police blockades.

To be continued…

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Becky, the world’s first futa, debates her opponents on the eve of the U.S. Presidential elections!

The World’s First Futa – Futa’s Wicked Campaign

Chapter Three: Futa’s First Wild Debate

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

April 17th, 2047

“So it’s the Saturday before the election,” Adelia said, the caramel-skinned talk show host who was interviewing me, “and you’re finally included in the final presidential debate.”

“Yep,” I said, shaking my head in disgust. “The Republicans and Democrats were both sweating. They felt the heat of my campaign. They didn’t want me out on stage, didn’t want to give me more of a platform, but they couldn’t go against public opinion.” I smiled. “It helped that CNN, hosting the debate, was also friendly to me. After all, that interview they had with me after my first time as a cheerleader saved their network from Fox News’s dominance in the ratings.”

Adelia smiled. “And what a wild debate it was. I think everyone in the audience can remember watching it.”

A great, whooping cry came from the audience followed by their thunderous applause. I shifted on the couch, smiling out at the shadowy women, and a few of my futa-daughters, who filled the stage. It was such a wondrous sound to hear. I drank it in, remembering all those campaign rallies leading up to that wonderful day where I stood proud before on stage with the two other candidates and debated my case to be president of the United States.

“You showed the world how your diplomacy would go,” Adelia said. “But what was it like for you up there on the stage with Senator Glory Olson and Senator Henry Millner?”

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November 1st, 2036

I drew in a deep breath as I stood before the country, my podium so short. I didn’t have my usual one. No tight, young pussy wrapped about my cock to keep me distracted. Luckily, there were no women I’d never fucked close enough to distract me. I stood in the center of the stage, my Republican opponent, Senator Glory Olson, to my right and Senator Henry Millner, my Democratic opponent, on my left. I’d fucked Glory when we were both eighteen years and years ago. So she didn’t need to be bred now and could control herself around me.

Only one women that I knew was in the studio I hadn’t bred, and she was backstage somewhere. Though I had a feeling she would be keeping a close eye on the event, her pussy soaking wet as she thought about getting fucked by me.

My heart beat fast. My palms were sweaty. It was so different underneath the hot studio lights. There was no audience for this debate. I didn’t have my supports cheering me on. CNN wanted no distractions. I couldn’t use being a futa to my advantage.

Which sucked, because that was who I was. The world’s first futa. It would be how I ran the presidency, and how I united the world. I was the union of male and female passions, a fusion of opposites to form something new. Something better.

I was an example to the world.

Glory Olson shifted beside me. She had rosy cheeks and her eyes kept glancing at me. I vaguely remembered her from my college days. She attended the orgies I used to hold in the dorms, one of the girls I fucked again and again. I had a daughter with her named Gina who was working against me for her mother.

I couldn’t be mad that she sided with Glory and not me.

Glory was a beauty still, thirty-seven like me, her red hair pulled back into a bun, not as vibrant as I dimly recalled from those wild college orgies. Her green eyes were hard but she kept licking her lips as she glanced at me.

I winked back at her.

Henry Millner, my democratic opponent, was old and stodgy. He had white hair. He stood tall and commanding. He had a regal, presidential bearing about him. He was a smooth speaker who energized crowds of mostly men these days. My daughter, Rebecca, briefed me that he believed I would show the world that I was nothing more than an empty-headed bimbo with no real solutions. He expected a miracle to happen tonight.

Amelia McCreery moderated. The young reporter I fucked live on CNN eighteen years ago had matured into a delicious beauty, her youthfulness traded for that reserved poise a woman of experience, her body still fit and tight, her lips still kissable. Her black hair was pulled back in a bun, emphasizing her narrow, delicate features.

“Becky Woodward,” Amelia asked, “people say your only skill is having sex. How will you negotiate with foreign powers?”

“By bringing us together,” I answered with confidence, glancing at the camera and speaking straight to the American voters just the way my futa-daughter Leah advised. “I will unite with them and show them my passion and what they will gain by being America’s friend.”

“You’re going to fuck them?” Glory asked, the Republican arching a fiery eyebrow at me.

“Maybe,” I answered, giving her a smoky smile. My girl-dick throbbed as a flash of her teardrop-shaped breasts heaving over me as she rode my cock strobed through my mind.

“Even though most world leaders are men?” She pursed her smile. “I thought you were allergic to men’s cum.”

“Doesn’t mean I can’t have fun with men,” I said. “There are plenty of husbands who didn’t mind me joining them in bed with their wives.”

“The U.S. voters need a strong leader,” Henry Millner said, speaking in that deep, commanding baritone. “They need someone who will lead by example, not by being the trash you’d see on daytime television. A leader can’t be frivolous.”

I bristled, shooting a glare at the older man. “Frivolous? You think I’m frivolous.”

“What else would you call a woman who’s idea of a political campaign rally is deflowering a virgin on stage and breeding her?” He arched an eyebrow. “That’s as frivolous as a person can get.”

“There is nothing frivolous about my desire to change America!” I looked at the cameras. “I want to bring America and the World together like never before! I want peace and love, not war and hate.”

“And you’ll do it by being a slut?” Glory asked.

“You loved being my slut in college,” I shot at her. “Don’t you remember how you begged me to cum in your cunt? How you licked my cum out of every girl’s cunt or asshole you could find.”

“Becky, your time is up,” Amelia said. “Glory, a thirty second rebuttal to the accusation that you, too, are a slut.”

“Yes, I was your slut, Becky,” she said, speaking bold, with passion. She gazed at the camera. “What woman isn’t the first time they meet you? But I grew out of it. I’m not eighteen and writhing in an orgy. I had to grow up. I couldn’t just whore myself around the world. I had to raise the daughter you abandoned.”

A flush washed through me.

“And not just the daughter I had with you. I’ve been mentoring hundreds of the daughters you’ve mothered on women then forgot about them. While you were fucking your way across the entire world, I was helping to mold and shape these young futanari who had to grow up only seeing your antics on TV, never getting to know you in person.

“I even married one, and she’ll be America’s First Lady because you won’t ever see me conducting diplomacy on my back!”

“You forget, I do the fucking,” I said, giving her a venomous smile. “I won’t be on my back.”

“You are an utter disgrace to this country’s dignity!”

“That’s your time, Senator Olson.” Amelia glanced at Senator Millner. He stood dignified like he was above Glory and me, standing aloof while we wrestled in the mud. “Russia continues to be a thorn in the U.S.’s side. Senator Millner, how will you deal with them?”

“Sanctions will have to continue,” Senator Millner. “I voted for them when President Gutierrez asked for them, and I agree that we need to continue to take a hard line with Moscow. We can’t allow them to do the things they have in the past. We will have security and peace in Eastern Europe and the Middle East, not the rise of another Russian hegemony.”

“Because penalties work so well,” I said, staring at the cameras. “Every psychologist and behavioral sociologist will tell you that positive reinforcement is far more effective than negative. Dr. Skinner proved this nearly a hundred years ago. We need to stop dividing the world and instead unite it.

“I intend to make Russia our ally. To work with Moscow to bring about a better future for everyone.”

“By cucking the Russian president?” Glory asked, giving me a nasty look. “I’m sure Demyan Ignatov will love it if you fuck his wife right before him. You could join them in their bed in the Kremlin.”

“Indeed,” Henry said. “What man would welcome that perversity.”

“Oh, he would welcome it,” I said. I winked at Henry. “And so would you. Your wife is a fine woman.”

“There is no need to bring my wife into this!” he growled, true emotion flashing across his face. There was anger in there, but I could see something else. Fear. Not of me, but… of himself. He shifted, his hands gripping the podium. Did he need to readjust himself.

I know I did. My cock was throbbing hard. Just thinking about cuckolding his wife, a gorgeous woman in her forties, had my futa-dick, pulsing in my panties. My pussy was growing wet. She could still have one more child. I could breed her.

A furtive movement caught my eyes. They flicked to the edge of the stage, the curtain leading to the back shifting. A smile grew on my lips, my dick aching even more. I drew in a deep breath, my blood screaming through my veins.

“Well,” Amelia said, clearing her throat. “Senator Olson, with Saudi Arabia making steps towards giving their women more rights, what will you do to see they gain even more?”

“By showing them how strong women are,” Glory said, voice ringing. “I’ll be the second woman president, and I won’t suffer for my predecessor’s flaws.” She kept her back straight. “I will earn the Arab countries’ respect.”

“I’ll just fuck the King of Saudi Arabia’s wives.” I smiled. “I’ve seen pics. They’re quite attractive. He’ll love it.”

“Fuck his wives,” Henry said, his voice strained. “That’s your solution?”

“Trust me,” I said. “We’ll get along when he sees me turn his wives into my sluts. And he’ll love me after I unleash them upon him. In my experience, even the most frigid wife is eager to love her husband once I’ve bred her. Once I’ve shown her all the joys her body has to offer. Hot, right?”

“You just cant ‘fuck world leaders’ wives and think that they will at all respect you or our country,” Henry said, his cheeks red. He clutched his podium now, his knuckles going absolutely white.

“See, this is why it’s is a mistake to vote for Becky Woodward,” Glory said. “She has no self-control. All she wants to do is have sex. That’s all that her mind thinks about. She’ll just be screwing interns in the oval office while the world burns around her.”

“Yeah, I will have a lot of sex,” I said. “And so what?”

“So what?” Glory bristled. “If you when, you’ll represent America.”

“The America I represent is all about love and coming together.” I gazed out at the cameras. “No jealousy or bitter recriminations. Just the joy of two more more people, or nations, coming together and sharing something amazing. Something wondrous and primal, something every human being craves to do.

“Naked, in the bedroom or even out in public, we’re all equal. We’re all beautiful in our own way. And we all bring something fun and naughty to the orgy.”

“Orgy!” spluttered Henry. “This is how low our country has sunk! It’s insane to let this harlot run for president!”

“Are you slut-shamming me?” I asked. “Isn’t that more of the Republican’s shtick?”

He clamped his mouth shut.

“No, you can be a slut all you want,” Glory said. “I am glad you are, because you gave me my daughter and my wife, but that doesn’t make you fit to run the country. You just can’t treat the world like it’s your personal bordello and think that will unite everyone. That you won’t offend people. You will embarrass this country!”

“Sure it’ll work.” My frustration boiled over me. The curtain shifted again. “I’ll show you how my foreign policy will work. I won’t waste time on any BS. I’m going to act to bring about world peace. I’m going to show the world that it’s changed. That something new has arrived, and it is wondrous. It is the next step in our species evolution.”

I marched away from the podium.

“What are you doing, Becky?” Amelia said. “We are just getting started. There’s forty minutes left.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” I said. The curtain shook again. I smiled as I reached it and ripped it open.

Mrs. Gretchen Millner stood on the other side, a tall and elegant MILF. She had the bearing of a first lady, aged into the graceful beauty of a woman at the peak of her maturity, her body trim and curvy beneath her salmon-colored skirt and blazer. She wore her blonde hair pinned up, leaving her smooth cheeks and swan’s neck exposed. Color burned across her face, her green eyes sparkling with lust.

I seized her arm and pulled her out. She didn’t resist.

“See, Henry, this is what I’ll do,” I said, leading his wife over to him.

He stood there gaping at me, his face twisting with conflicting emotions. His podium shook as he trembled. He swallowed as his wife’s heels clicked on the smooth, black flooring of the stage behind me.

“This is how I’m going to bring people together. How I’ll negotiate with world leaders.” I grinned at Henry. “You’re my political enemy, and yet me and you are about to negotiate and get something wonderful out of it.”

He let out a strangled sound while his wife trembled beside me, her perfume filling my nose.

“You want me to fuck your wife, don’t you, Senator Millner?”

“Of course not,” he spluttered.

“See,” Glory said. “This is what I mean, America. Is this who you want leading our country?”

“It is,” I said. My eyes stared at him. “Now, Senator Millner, don’t lie. You’ve thought about it for years. You’ve wondered what it would be like to witness me fucking your wife.”

“Of course not,” he groaned.

I glanced at Gretchen. “Is that true?”

She swallowed, shuddering. “We’ve… we’ve… I’m his wife, Becky. Just… just fuck me. Don’t make me say this.”

I smiled.

“Senator Millner, your wife hasn’t gone through menopause, right?”

He let out a groan.

“No, no, she’s still flowering,” I said. “I can smell her fertility bleeding through her clothing.” I breathed in, the faint musk of a woman’s pussy, mixing with my own hot cunt, filled my nose. A wonderful, spicy musk. “You knew if I met her, I’d fuck her. Breed her. And yet you brought your wife here.”

“I… I thought…” He groaned. “That you… wouldn’t… because she’s…”

“Don’t lie,” I said. “You’re so hard right now. You want to watch me breed your wife. That’s why you brought her here. You were aching for it. To finally witness that fantasy that you’ve had. You ache to watch the world’s first futa fuck her hard. None of my daughters would do. It has to be me.”

He only groaned.

I glanced at his wife, squirming beside me, her green eyes glassy with desire. “Why don’t you go unzip your husband’s pants and pull out his cock. Let’s find out if he’s turned on right now.”

“I… I…” Gretchen swallowed.

I winked at her.

“Yes, Becky,” she moaned, her lusts consuming her. She was in heat, hyper-ovulation kicking in. The signs were obvious.

It was taking all my self-control not to rip off her clothing and fuck her right now.

She moved to her husband, almost floating the few steps to him. He groaned, not fighting his wife as she unzipped him. Her hand reached in, fumbling around, then produce a cock, an average length for a guy. She gripped it, staring at me.

“That is one hard cock,” I said.

“Yeah,” Amelia groaned.

“A-are you going to let her ruin the debate?” asked Henry.

“Oh, I’m okay with this,” Glory said. “Let the world see that you’re a cuck and how out of control Becky is. She can’t even make it through a debate without breeding someone. Is an hour just too long for your dick to stay dry?”

I had faith in the voters. They would see how much better this style of negotiations were then the old way.

“Gretchen, do you ever suck your husband’s cock?” I asked.

“No,” she said, her voice throaty. “I can suck your cock, though.” Her eyes flicked down to my dick bulging my skirt. “I’ll do it. Right now.”

“I’m sure you will,” I said. “Does your husband ever ask you to suck his cock?”

“He used to,” she said. “I always thought it was nasty. I never would. Guys used to call me a tease. I just… I thought it’s nasty, but you… Oh, Lord, Becky, I would suck all the cum out of your dick right now.”

Her husband groaned, staring at me with the same hunger.

“But I want you to suck his cock,” I said. “He’s been a loving husband. Doesn’t he deserve that treat? Give your husband a hummer. Be that good wife you always claim to be.”

“But… but…”

“Don’t worry,” I told her. “I’ll take care of your pussy.”

“You have to stop this,” groaned Henry, sounding so desperate and yet so torn. “Amelia, please.”

“You know you want this, Senator,” Amelia said. “Beside she’s Becky Woodward? Who can stop her? You gave it a good try, but… she’s about to cuckold you while the entire country watches.”

Streamed live over the internet to the world. I didn’t say that out loud, but I knew it.

“She’s not about to cuck him,” Glory said. “She’s already done it.”

“Mmm, I have,” I said, drawing up my skirt.

Gretchen fell to her knees before her husband. She grabbed his cock, stroking it, loving it. I shuddered as she nuzzled her lips against it. She glanced at me out of the corner of her eye as her mouth engulfed her husband’s cock.

He groaned as she sucked.

He shuddered while her mouth bobbed up and down his dick. She whimpered, loving his cock the way he deserved. I never wanted to steal anyone’s wife. I wished to have that special bond with someone. I never wanted to ruin it for anyone else.

As Gretchen made those sloppy sounds, I pushed down my sky-blue panties. They slid off my rump. The waistband caught the tip of my cock. For a minute, it bent backward. Then it sprang out and slapped into my belly, flicking precum up my blouse.

“Jesus,” Henry said, staring at my cock while his wife gave him her first sloppy blowjob.

“I know,” I said.

I fell to my knees behind Gretchen. I lifted his wife’s hips, her ass firm beneath the salmon-colored skirt. I drew it up her thighs, stroking her silk-smooth skin. She moaned about her husband’s cock as I uncovered her ass.

“Mmm, what a sexy pair of underwear,” I purred, staring at the gray panties. It was made of a mesh lace, allowing hints of her butt-cheeks to peek through the gaps in the pattern. “Did you wear those for me?”

Gretchen groaned about her husband’s cock while wiggling her hips.

“Yeah, you did,” I purred. I glanced up at Henry, standing tall while pleasure crossed his mouth. “Your wife was eager to cuckold you tonight.”

“I guess… she was,” he groaned, his chest rising and falling.

“Yes, show him what a wussy beta male he is,” Glory said, gloating as she watched.

I had plans for her, too.

I hooked the waistband of Gretchen’s panties and drew them off her ass. She kept herself toned and in shape. Her rump was delicious. I kept pulling down her panties, exposing more and more of the snowy rump before me. I shuddered as the MILF’s trimmed, blonde bush came into view. A hunger rippled through me. My mouth salivated.

Juices clung to the silky strands. The swollen lips of her labia peeked through the curls. The woman was wet and eager for this. She craved it. Needed it. She yearned to be devoured. And I couldn’t wait to feast on her. I would lick and lap. I would flutter my tongue through her folds and give her such rapture. She would howl at the top of her lungs.

My fingers duck into her rump as I leaned in. I breathed in, her spicy musk so strong. “Oh, God, I love the scent of a hot, wet cunt ready to be bred.”

I felt the cameras on me as I was bent over, my rump thrust at them. My dick throbbed as it swayed between my thighs. My own juices trickled down my hard cock. Around the world, people were watching this moment on their Ultra HD 8K TV’s, seeing my cream running down my shaft to the tip of my dick, gathering there with my precum.

They knew I was ready to fuck.

Gretchen moaned as I nuzzled into her married pussy and took my first lick. My tongue fluttered through her folds, teasing her. I gathered her juices. They coated my tongue. They were such a delicious flavor. I shuddered, letting her spicy flavor melt on my tongue. It was such a delicious pleasure to taste Henry’s wife.

I fluttered my tongue through her folds. I licked and lapped at her juicy petals. I gathered more and more of her cream. Her silky bush tickled my face as she swayed from side to side. She rubbed her snatch against my hungry face while my fingers dug into her rump.

“Mmm, your wife’s got such a hot pussy!” I moaned.

“Does she?” he gasped.

“You never go down on her?” I asked him. “You both are so selfish. You won’t be after today, will you. You’ll eat your wife’s bred pussy. You’ll worship her while she sucks on your dick. Then you’ll fuck her. You’ll be so close.

“Sex brings people together! Unites them!”

“I… I will,” he groaned, his hands suddenly grabbing his wife’s hair. He dug his fingers through her curls, shuddering as he fucked her mouth.

I loved it. I dove my tongue back into his wife’s snatch. I licked and fluttered through her. I made her shiver and shudder. She gasped as she trembled. Her hips wiggled from side to side as my tongue swirled through her depths, teasing her silky walls.

Her juices coated my chin and cheeks. They leaked out of her. My nose pressed into her taint. She groaned as her husband fucked her mouth. Her pussy clenched about my tongue, her snatch growing hotter and hotter.

“I think your wife loves getting mouth-fucked!” I told him. “Mmm, her pussy’s getting juicier and juicier.”

“She… she just wants you to fuck her!” he groaned. “We talked about it so much. She wants to be bred by you so badly, but she stayed away. She didn’t want to ruin my career. I insisted that she come tonight. I was lying to myself why.

“I wanted this! I wanted to be cuckolded by you!”

“Yeah, you did!” Glory moaned, her voice so throaty. I pictured her trembling as she gripped her podium, her pussy dripping juices as much as mine.

“I’m being cuckolded by Becky!” groaned Henry, his face twisting with passion. He fucked his wife’s mouth harder.

She moaned and squealed. Then she came. Her husband’s words, no doubt combined with my hungry tongue fluttering through her folds and caressing her clit, set her off. Her juices gushed out of her. They spilled into my hungry mouth.

I drank them down, the tip of my dick aching and throbbing as this hot wife creamed hard. Her ass clenched beneath my massaging fingers. She screamed out around her husband’s cock. I loved the sounds. I gave this woman such pleasure.

Her husband might be the most powerful man in the Democratic party, but his wife burned for my cock to breed her.

I shuddered. I had to fuck her. Before the nation. I had to pump my futa-cum into her. My pussy clenched. I squeezed her trembling rump while my tongue plunged into her convulsing depths one final time.

A preview for the delight about to engulf my cock.

I lifted my face, her juices dripping off my chin. “Beg me to fuck your wife, Henry.”

“Please, Becky!” he groaned. “Fuck my wife! Pound her! You have to plunge into her and make her cum! Put your futa-daughter into her belly!”

Those words were incredible to hear. Licking my chops, I rose. My futa-dick throbbed before me. They swayed back and forth, my tip dripping with precum. I swallowed, my heart screaming in my chest.

I lined up my cock at her pussy, nuzzling the tip into her silky curls. I trembled, my blonde hair swaying about my face. I threw a look over my shoulder. Amelia was squirming at her moderator’s desk, both her hands plunged beneath it. The cameras were all locked on me, ready to capture this moment.

I was about to cuckold the Democratic party’s candidate for president.

I looked up at him, his wife sucking furiously at his cock while she pushed back her hips, trying to swallow my girl-dick. My eyes met Henry’s. He let out a groan of such wimpy, pathetic passion. His face contorted.

He came in his wife’s mouth as he groaned, “Cuckold me!”

I heard his wife swallowing his cum, gulping down his seed as I thrust forward. I rammed into the hot, silky depths of her married cunt. Her snatch engulfed me. She welcomed me into her depths. I groaned as she enfolded me in her warmth. It was incredible. This moment of utter passion as I sank into her.

She moaned about her husband’s cock. He shuddered, face red. Then he stumbled back, his cock popping out of his wife’s mouth, throbbing half-hard before him. He dumped his load. He was done for a while.

But I could fuck.

“Oh, Henry, she’s in me!” moaned the woman, her married cunt squeezing down on my cock. “She’s going to breed me!”

“Yes!” he groaned. “Breed her!”

“I will!” I moaned.

“Yes!” Glory hissed.

I threw a look over my shoulder at the redheaded presidential candidate. She squirmed, biting her lower lip, her green eyes glassy as she stared at me drawing back my hips and withdrawing my cock. I slid through Gretchen’s pussy, the silky friction transmuting into rapture that surged through my body.

I licked my lips and winked at Glory. She shuddered and groaned as I thrust into Gretchen. Glory’s body bucked almost like she was imagining me ramming into her, that she was in the naughty wife’s place getting fucked by me.

I thrust harder, my tits bouncing in my blouse. While the silky delight of plowing into married cunt flowed through me, my fingers were busy. I unbuttoned my blouse and bared my tits. I didn’t bother with a bra. My round breasts, still firm and perky, bounced before me, my nipples hard.

“Yes, yes, yes, fuck my wife,” groaned Henry. He rubbed the tip of his cock, staring at Gretchen as she rocked on her hands and knees.

“She’s fucking me harder than you ever did,” groaned Gretchen, her pussy squeezing down on my dick. “Oh, Becky, your futa-cock is better than I ever imagined it would be. Ever since you first exploded on the scene during that UW game all those years ago, I imagined this.”

“Eighteen years of frustrated masturbating finally satiated?” I asked, burying into her, my crotch smacking into her rump.

“Yes!” she moaned, her pussy clamping down on my cock. “I never thought I would get to enjoy you. Fucking you is like winning the lottery!”

“Uh-huh!” Glory moaned, that envy in her voice.

I shuddered, letting Glory stew a little longer. I flicked my gaze between her and my other opponent, reveling in this moment. My clit-dick plowed over and over into Gretchen’s pussy, drinking in the silky delight of her cunt. My own snatch grew hotter and hotter, bringing my ovaries to that explosive boil.

Glory kept rocking, her face twisted with envious passion. She clutched at the podium. Beyond, her wife, one of my futa-daughters named Chelsey, watched. The girl was eighteen, the pair marrying over the summer. She looked vaguely like Katharyn, that girl I fucked in the bathroom my first day back to college.

What was she thinking seeing her older wife squirming and panting, staring at me with such hunger? Did my daughter find it hot? Did she know she was about to be cuckolded, too? My futa-dick throbbed as I buried deep into Gretchen’s snatch, pleasure billowing through me.

“Glory!” I moaned.

“What?” she hissed, her face twisted with pleasure.

“Remember all those times I fucked you during the orgies?” I asked. “I remember. You loved them. Even as your belly grew rounder and rounder, you were in the middle of them. Licking my cum out of other girl’s pussies, letting Hank or Kurt or even Chris fuck you when you couldn’t get my cock.”

“And?” she groaned.

“You always wanted my dick. You were always so eager for it.” I shuddered, thrusting so hard into Gretchen’s pussy. Her wiggling hips stirred her hot cunt around my dick. My snatch clenched, my pleasure growing. “You yearned for it.”

“What’s your point?” she demanded. “That was every girl at school. Dona, Katharyn, Kaelea, Young-Sook, Jacinda, the entire fucking Sigma Lambda Tau sorority. We all wanted you. So you’re not going to embarrass me by bringing that up.”

“But you still want me,” I groaned, ramming my girl-dick deep into Gretchen’s married pussy.

“Oh, she does!” panted Gretchen. “Why wouldn’t she? You feel amazing in me, Becky! You’re filling up my cunt.”

“That’s why you spent so much time mentoring my daughters. The moment they turned eighteen, you were ready to be their Mrs. Robinson, weren’t you? That older woman to teach them about sex. To love them. You even married one.”

“I love Chelsey!” she said.

“I know you do!” I groaned. “But you also craved my cock. You wanted it one more time. How many of my daughters have you fucked? A dozen? More?”

She swayed.

“Were any of them me?” I asked.

She shuddered, her face red.

I grinned. “They weren’t, were they?”

“No, they couldn’t be!” howled Gretchen, her pussy squeezing down so hard about my cock, increasing the wonderful friction. “Oh, Glory, they can’t be. Not when Becky’s dick feels this good. Not when she breeds you! Please, please, breed me!”

“Yes!” I groaned, turning away from Glory to stare down at Gretchen rocking back to me, her skirt thrust up around her waist, her blazer jacket wrinkling.

I felt Glory’s eyes lusting after me. They were locked on me as I fucked deep and hard into Gretchen. The Republican senator groaned and panted. She let out such whimpering moans of envy as I buried deep into Gretchen’s pussy.

My excitement shot through me. This was all so incredible. So wonderful. My eyes rolled back in my head at the incredible wave of heat rushing down my dick, firing from my ovaries. It reached the tip and exploded out of me.

“You’re breeding me, Becky!” howled Gretchen as my futa-cum fired into her snatch.

“I am!” I howled, my pussy convulsing hard. My cream gushed hot down my thighs, staining them.

My head swayed as the pleasure boiled through my mind. It was incredible. My body shook. My tits heaved as the rapture slammed into my mind again and again. Gretchen’s pussy exploded around my clit-dick. Her flesh writhed, celebrating my seed pumping into her still-fertile depths.

Henry groaned as I bred his wife. He kept massaging his dick. I loved it. I drank it in. I swayed as the pleasure melted my mind in rapture. I wanted to surrender to it utterly. To let it consume me.

But I had a presidency to win.

I ripped my girl-cock out of Gretchen’s pussy. I stood up on shaking lets. My entire body trembled as I faced her. The pleasure boiled through me. The cream dripped down my thighs as I faced Glory, the Republican senators taring at my dick with such hunger.

“You want to fuck my cock again, don’t you?” I demanded.

“Y-yes!” she moaned. “I do! I want it so badly. I’m so sorry, Chelsey. I love you, I do, but…”

“It’s okay, honey,” Chelsey said, my daughter trembling as she stared at me. “I understand. My mother’s… the first.”

I shook my futa-dick at Glory, cream flicking off the end. “Then I want you it, you have to lick my jizz out of Gretchen’s pussy. Make your opponent’s wife cum while I sodomize you before the world. He’s my cuck, and you’re my slut!”

“Yes!” Glory moaned and darted forward.

The redhead rushed across the stage, her fiery hair bouncing about her shoulders. She fell to her knees behind Gretchen and buried her face it on the married woman’s pussy without hesitating. Just like in college, Glory fasted on a creampie I created.

Shuddering, I fell to my knees behind. Her I ripped up her skirt and yanked down her black thong. Her fiery bush was soaked with her juices. I didn’t give her any foreplay. I didn’t take my time teasing her. I had to fuck my opponent hard.

My left hand pulled on her left butt-cheek, exposing her sphincter. I lined up right at it, my dick soaked in Gretchen’s pussy juices. My own cream ran hot down my thighs. I pushed the spongy tip of my futa-dick against Glory’s asshole.

Sodomized her.

She squealed into Gretchen’s pussy as I buried to the hilt in her asshole. I sank into the velvety heat of her bowels. That wonderful delight wrapped about my cock. I groaned as I plunged deeper and deeper into her. She engulfed me. Her heat wrapped about me. I groaned, my entire body shuddering as this wonderful pleasure seized my cock.

I moaned at the delight of sodomizing Glory. Her bowels were incredible. My heart thundered in my chest. My futa-dick throbbed in her bowels. I sucked in deep breaths. My hands clutched her hips as I drew back and then thrust into her velvety asshole again.

And again.

I fucked my opponent’s rectum. She moaned into Gretchen’s pussy, feasting on my cum as it gushed out of the married woman’s mouth. Henry watched, fisting his dick, witnessing his wife utterly lost to the pleasure.

“Yes, yes, yes, eat my cunt!” moaned the elegant MILF. “Devour all that cum out of me! Ooh, that’s my bred, married pussy you’re eating, Glory!”

“It tastes so good!” the senator moaned, her asshole squeezing down on my dick. “Oh, yes, Becky!”

“You’re just my slut, aren’t you?” I growled.

“Your slut!” she moaned as I sodomized her hard.

My crotch smacked into her rump. That wonderful sound echoed across the stage. The cameramen all focused in on us, streaming our threesome to the world. Amelia groped her exposed tits now, her body shuddering in the throes of pleasure.

“Go, Mom, go!” shouted one of my daughters.

I smiled, picturing Lola fucking her fiancee Jen back stage. Danielle and Bethany would be sharing Gina or Carlita or one of the other interns for my campaign. Christina and Leah would be trying to focus on what I was saying, trying to ignore all the sex.

So much passion brimmed in the CNN studio. I groaned, fucking Glory as hard as I could. I plunged my girl-dick deep into her bowels. She moaned into Gretchen’s pussy. My opponent feasted with such aplomb, kneeling on her hands and knees.

“Oh, Glory, yes!” Gretchen moaned. “You’re going to make me cum, again. I can’t believe it! Oh, Henry, a third orgasm!”

“Enjoy, honey,” he panted, his hand fisting his dick. He’d recovered again. “Just explode!”

“Yes!” she moaned.

Gretchen shuddered. Glory’s bowels clamped down on my plunging cock for a moment. I just knew the redheaded slut was lapping up a flood of spicy juices. The ache swelled at the tip of my dick. The velvety grip of Glory’s tight asshole was bringing me closer and closer to eruption.

Henry grunted. His cum spurted feebly from his dick as he watched his wife collapse on the ground, her pleasures spent. Glory panted, her head hanging low, her fiery hair hiding her face as I fucked her from behind.

“Oh, my god, Becky!” moaned Glory. “Yes, yes, make me cum! I missed your cock so much! I missed being ass-fucked by you!”

“Then cum!” I moaned, holding back my orgasm, fighting that throbbing pressure at the tip of my futa-dick. “Show America you’re my slut by exploding on my dick!”

“Oh, god, yes!” gasped Glory, her head snapping back. Red hair flew.

Her bowels spasmed about my dick.

“I’m your slut, Becky!” she howled. “I’m cumming so hard! Yes, yes, yes! Fire that jizz into my asshole! I love having your cum in me!”

I surrendered to the pressure.

I buried into her spasming bowels. Her hot, velvety flesh rippled about my cock. The stimulation rippled through me. This wonderful delight milked my cock. I shuddered, my pussy clenching as my ovaries surged to a boil.

The pressure at the tip of my cock exploded out of me. My head snapped back, my tits heaving as I came in her asshole. Pleasure shot through me. Stars burst across my vision. The ecstasy drowned my mind.

The cameras pushed in. They immortalized this moment. I had defeated both my candidates. I snapped a head around, waves of darkness washing across my vision, and focused on one of the cameras.

“America, this is my platform!” I howled as my cum pumped over and over into Glory’s asshole. Her bowels milked me dry. “This is how I’ll conduct my diplomacy. How the world will change! Through joy, not violence. Through passion, not anger.

“I promise you all, vote for me and we’ll unite the world through love!”

My orgasm peaked in me. I fired my last blast of jizz into Glory’s asshole.

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November 4th, 2036

“Congratulations, Becky. I concede,” Henry Millner said. “The country’s yours.”

I hung up the phone, a stunned sort of giddy disbelief washing through me. My daughters, who had worked so hard for months, maybe even years, crowded around me. My eyes flicked from them. I smiled, so glad I had connected with them. They were all so giddy, a sea of faces that were all so similar to mine and all so different, sexy mergings of their mothers’ and my features.

“Well?” Lola asked. My first daughter ever conceived had spearheaded this endeavor.

“Do you have my victory speech?” I asked her, the room spinning around me. I gripped the table in the hotel backroom where my victory party would be held.

My victory orgy.

“Yes!” Lola moaned. She whipped out a blue binder from her satchel. She thrust it at me. “You did it, Mom!”

“You’re the president!” gushed Rebecca, my second daughter I ever conceived, created that same night as Lola.

That night this all started.

“I am,” I said, tears falling down my cheeks. This immense weight buckled my knees. 330 million Americans were counting on me not to fuck this up.

As my daughters mobbed me, clutching to me, I knew I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. I had to be the best. I had to change the world. Maybe I was arrogant, but I became a futanari for a reason. Evolution had chosen me to be this new explosion of change.

Punctuated equilibrium, the scientist called it. When a species had become static, sometimes they needed a rapid change to breathe new life into them.

I would be that new life. That new change. I would give the world my all. I wouldn’t hold anything back.

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April 17th, 2047

“When we return from our commercial break,” Adelia said, staring into the camera, “we’ll delve into Becky Woodward’s two terms as President of the United States, especially those early diplomatic incidents that forever changed the world.”

“You don’t want to miss out on those,” I said. “They’re so kinky. Especially the fun I had with the President of Slovenia.”

“We’ll be right back,” Adelia said. The cameras turned off.

I shivered, eager to talk about the last phase of my life, the part of my life I was most proud of. The interview nearly over. It had been an emotional few hours. I shifted on my seat knowing that I had made a difference for the world and for all those futa-daughters I conceived. I owed it to all of them to deliver a bright future.

The END of This Tale of the World’s First Futa

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Two girlfriends get together for a hot bath

We started with a bath tub full of warm water, but we could have just as easily started like the day before. With both of us wearing open bathrobes, me sitting on her lap, facing her, my arms around her neck, her hands inside my robe, my legs wrapped around her and the thin-backed chair that she sat on. Holding each other close, nipples to nipples, and gently kissing each other’s lips. Or like it did two days later, naked in my bed, warm under the covers on a cold day, snuggling, nose to nose, softly kissing, as our hands roamed each other’s body. Mmmmmmmm.

Anyway, the bath was drawn, bubbles added, candles lit. We both climbed into the tub, which was so big I could float in it without touching the sides.

“With a tub so big, what, are you trying to get away from me?” Tiffany Anne asked jokingly.

“Mmmmmmmmm, not at all babe,” I purred, as I happily slid closer to her.

“I want you,………. I need you, ……….I need this, sooooo bad,” I moaned, as we gently kissed.

My hand was softly playing with her breast and nipple under the water; she leaned in and started kissing my neck as her hand slipped between my thighs, stroking my bald pussy. We had spent time before this teasing and playing with each other, just like we always do, so we were both more than ready. I tilted my head back and let out a little moan as she softly kissed and licked my neck. As her kisses moved lower, I started rising more and more out of the tub till both my breasts were above the water’s surface. Oh God, she had me so turned on, anything that she wanted to do to me I was more than willing to let her do. Working her lips down my chest, she held my breast with her hand as she gently kissed, licked, and sucked on my pink nipple. She then slowly and gently kissed her way to the other nipple, licking and sucking it. She had my nipples so hard that my entire body was tingling from what she was doing to me.

Her kisses started going lower; I was still playing with her breasts, but had to give it up as I rose higher out of the water. Soon I was sitting at the edge of the tub; I spread my legs for her, as she sat in between them. I want–no, need–her mouth on my pussy so badly. She took her time kissing down my stomach, stopping at my bellybutton to run her tongue in and around it. With my hands on the tub platform behind me I leaned back, my head was back, eyes closed, panting, enjoying and anticipating her touch. She knew how much I needed her, so thankfully she started softly kissing my shaved mound, and without teasing me too much, she began licking my drenched pussy. Her tongue softly between my folds felt soooo good; her mouth moved up and began licking my clit. I raised my butt off the tub edge trying to get her lick me deeper and suck my swollen clit harder.

Tiffany Anne had other ideas as she grabbed my lifted ass in her hands. Her mouth went lower and she started tonguing my little butthole. The orgasm I needed was building in me quickly, the play earlier had me all worked up and ready to cum sooner than usual. Her tongue probed around my butthole, causing shivers to ripple through my body. She licked softly as her lips moved back to my warm, wet, pussy.

“Ohhhhhh, yesssssss,” I gasped.

Taking the place of her tongue, she quickly inserted two fingers in my ass, and started working then in and out. I rocked my hips, to help her fingers fuck my ass harder. I was panting, moaning, and my head was spinning. I was so close to cumming as her mouth attacked my clit again. She fucked my ass harder with her two fingers and her sucking on my clit was sending me over the edge. Oh God, I needed this. Her mouth covered my pussy as my juices flooded it, her tongue licking inside me. Mmmmm, she knew exactly what to do; I guess by now she should have, we’ve been doing this for a few weeks. It was hard to believe that I was nervous, almost like a virgin doing it for the first time.

Tiffany Anne was smiling and still softly licking me as I composed myself; breathing back to normal; my head quit spinning, and I could actually move. I lowered myself back into the tub and she greeted me with a happy, energetic kiss. Mmmmmm, she’s so hott. Now it was my turn. As much as I loved cumming, I so needed to have her cum for me, to give her the same pleasure she had given me. My juices tasted sooooo good on her lips as we passionately kissed and touched each other’s body. Shit, she was already turning me on again, and I think she knew it. I kissed from her mouth to her neck, kissing, nibbling, and licking as she tilted her head back to give me her neck. She was slowly rising up out of the tub, as my hands were enjoying the feeling of her breasts in them. Higher she moved as my mouth found her nipple, kissing, licking, and sucking it. She was sitting at the edge of the tub, almost draped over me; she gently moved my hair out of the way and started kissing the back of my neck, my shoulder and my back. Her arms were wrapped around me and were playing with my breasts. I couldn’t believe how much she was turning me on again. God, she was so amazing.

I moaned to her, “Ohhhhhh, Babe, you’re drivin’ me nuts again!”

With that she started to lower herself back into the tub. Once again we were passionately kissing each other’s lips. I couldn’t believe she was doing this to me again, as I started rising back out of the tub. She kissed across my breasts again, stopping to lick and suck at my nipples. Shit, she had me soooo incredibly worked up again, and in no time at all. I felt like such a nympho, needing her and having her taking me for the second time, and I had not treated her once. I was sitting at the edge of the tub, running my fingers through her hair, my entire body was tingling. She then took one finger and slid it in to my ass. God, it felt so good. After a few strokes, she added a second. I was panting, moaning, lightheaded and so turned on. The path this time to my pussy was faster, but still just as wonderful. I gently held her head in my hands, playing with her hair, as her tongue plunged in to my warm, wet pussy. She licked me so deep, and then moved her mouth away. She replaced her tongue with two fingers in my pussy, gently stroking my G-spot. Soon she added a third, as she was still fucking me with the two in my ass. Oh God, the orgasm was building in me and I was going to cum so hard this time. Her mouth attacked my clit as best it could, with all those fingers in my openings.

I was moaning and so close to cumming when she softly said, “Cum for me Em, cum for me, Babe.”

That sent me over the edge. My pussy gushed. I came so hard and so long I started to tremble. She pulled the three fingers from my pussy and covered it with her mouth, as my juices flooded her.

I trembled for another 15 minutes after cumming, I don’t know if it was the chill of being out of the water or the orgasm, maybe a combination of both. As I regained my composure, Tiffany Anne was gently licking me, and smiling at what she had done to me. She really knew how to turn me on, and apparently what buttons to push. She seemed very pleased with herself.

I lowered myself back into the tub, determined not to let her distract me this time. I kissed her lips covered in my juices, and relished what she had done to me, not once, but twice. I wanted—needed–to repay her, to give her a fantastic orgasm of her own. We passionately kissed as my hand slipped between her thighs and gently teased her clit. I kissed and licked her neck, working my way down as she started to rise out of the water. Playing with one nipple between my finger and thumb, as my lips gently sucked the other. Her hand brushed my hair away from my neck, and she started kissing me there again. Damn it! This is where she distracted me the last time and she was starting to do it again. I had to get her lips off of my neck, so without spending nearly as much time as I would have liked on her breasts and nipples, my mouth moved lower. She rose to the edge of the tub, and I took my place between her legs. I kissed and licked my way to panty line and since I didn’t get too spend as much time on her breasts as I would have liked, I decided this is where I would tease her.

I enjoy teasing, and driving her nuts. She spread her legs wide for me, an open invitation to her wet pussy, but that was going to have to wait. I gently petted her lips with the tips of my fingers, just enough to make her take a very deep breath as she threw her head back with her eyes closed. She bit her lip and gasped as I slowly inserted a single finger in her warm, wet, and welcoming hole. It wasn’t so much for her pleasure as it was for mine; I loved working her up and wanted to see how creamy that cream filled center of hers really was. I pulled my finger from her pussy and put it in my mouth, mmmmmm, she tasted so good. After I sucked it clean I inserted it back in her and pull it out again. This time I brought that finger to her mouth, where she wrapped lips around it, played with it with her tongue and gave it a hard suck, before I pulled it from her mouth. She grabbed my head with her hands, pulled me up and out of the tub to her, and our lips met again.

Damn, this time I felt like she was teasing me; my mouth was watering for a taste of her pussy. I sank back into the water, and took my position again. I started kissing, licking and sucking her bald mound, being careful not to give her the pleasure of my mouth on her pussy. Everywhere my lips and tongue went, her butt tried to inch her pussy towards my mouth. I knew it wasn’t fair to her as I softly put my hand over her pussy to shield it from accidently coming in contact with my mouth. I was slowly licking the smoothly shaven area between her inner thigh and pussy when she pushed hard into my hand. She started moving up and down on it trying to gain the pleasure from it that I had refused to give with my mouth. I pulled my moistened hand away; her moan of frustration told me that I had better hurry up. I grabbed her ass with both hands and spread her ass cheeks. I softly licked her little butthole and shortly after started trying to probe it with my tongue. Tiffany Anne was still rocking her hips and was riding on my tongue. With one long, slow, tender, lick, I licked from her butthole up to her swollen clit. She let out a big moan, realizing she was finally going to get what she wanted as I delicately spread her pussy lips with my finger tips.

I lowered my mouth to her, and dipped my tongue in. God, her cream filled center was so creamy, and her tensed up body melted as I licked the creaminess from her. I then worked two fingers into her ass, which she immediately sat on to plant them even deeper in her. To say she was warmed up would be an understatement; she was on fire. I used those fingers in her ass to feed her pussy to my mouth and lick her clean, enjoying every bit of her cream filled center. I then went to her clit, licking, and gave it a good, long, hard suck, while playing with it in my lips. She was panting, and moaning hard by now, her orgasm was quickly approaching. I slipped two fingers in her pussy and started fucking her with both hands, two fingers in her ass and the two in her pussy. I add a third finger to her pussy and soon after a fourth. I was pumping away with both hands and the harder I went the closer to orgasm she came. She is so cute and hott when she’s about to cum. As her orgasm exploded, her whole body tightened up, and about half way through I pulled my fingers from her pussy and covered it with my mouth. I hungrily licked, drank and swallowed her juices, all the while my fingers in her ass were still pumping away. As things slowed I removed my fingers and gently cleaned her pussy with my tongue. Tiffany Anne opened her eyes, we both laughed as she slipped back in the tub and wrapped her arms around my neck, pulled me tight and we kissed passionately. The taste of my pussy on her lips and her taste on mine.

“Damn that was sooooo hott!!!!” I said, happily and completely satisfied.

“You are the hott one, Em!!!” she replied back.

“Oh, yeah?” I said. “You’re the one that made me cum twice, probably three times if I would have let you!!!”

We cuddled together and chatted a little longer about how lucky we both were to have been put together and how we’re a nearly perfect sexual match for each other. Mmmmmm, such a perfect way to spend an afternoon.

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its Christmas time

It was coming up to Christmas, Lee and April were happily settled in their new home and their sisters had been coming quite often to stay over and catch up on how things had been going, things were looking good for the whole family.

Kim was now a few months gone in her pregnancy and Stacey was pregnant too, though it did take more then the first time that she and Lee tried.

“So what do you want for Christmas?” April asked her brother as they lay in bed, their bodies a little sweat covered from the hour of wild sex they had just shared

“Anything that you want to give me” he smiled as his lips moved down to her breasts, sucking the right nipple softly as she held his head in her hands and moaned softly

“Hmmm I think you’re giving me my present early” she cooed as his hands squeezed her large breasts, his lips sucking her left nipple as his teeth pulled it and nibbled lightly, Lee had become really good at making April cum from playing with her breasts and nipples since they moved in together.

April gasped as his fingers squeezed her right nipple hard and pulled it slightly, she really liked her brother playing with her breasts after they had, had sex, they were so sensitive after she had orgasmed and right now she was on her way to her third!

Lee sucked her and nibbled on the hard nub as he snaked a hand down April’s stomach resting it over her wet, cum filled pussy, his fingers slightly touching her hard clit, April calling out in pleasure as he bit down on her nipple and rubbed her clit together, a tingle starting in her stomach and shooting all over her body as her brothers fingers slipped inside her wet lips and wiggled just below her clit as he moved some of his own cum around inside coating his fingers in their combined juice.

April moaned as her brothers fingers worked around inside her wet pussy, gathering the cum on his fingers as his lips worked over her hard nipple, sucking the tip as he worked his tongue over the aurora around it.

Lee ran his fingers all around her pussy, coating them in the thick goo inside as he thrust his fingers in and out of her tight lips, April gripping her muscles tight and squeezing on them as she felt her orgasm build, Lee nibbling on her nipples just how she had taught him she loves so much.

As he slipped his fingers out of her pussy April called out, Lee rubbed his knuckles over clit as he removed them and trailed his fingertips up her stomach, leaving a trail of their cum on her as he circled her nipples with them before lifting them to her face and hanging them over her mouth, his sister reached her tongue up to lick off their cum as Lee slowly fed his wet fingers into her mouth.

“So what you got Lee for Christmas then?” it was Christmas Eve and April was sat with Stephanie chatting while Lee was out.

“I have no idea what to get him and its Christmas Eve what am I gonna do?” April moaned as she thought what she could do for her lover.

“What does he want?” Steph asked her sister as they both thought of a last minuet present to get

“I’m not sure actually, he said what ever I got him would be fine but I just haven’t seen anything at all” April said as she looked through a magazine for any last second inspiration.

“Well I’m sure we will think of… hey I think I just had an idea!” Steph said excitedly as she kissed her sister hard on the lips, April kissed her back, their tongue intertwining before April broke the kiss and asked her sister what the big plan was.

“Well why don’t you give him…” she paused “me and you!” she said with a smile

April didn’t know what to say as she thought what Steph had just said, and then a smile started to cross her face.

“Steph you are brilliant!” April said as she grabbed her sister and pulled her on top of herself, kissing her hard and long.

Steph kissed her sister hard, her hands slipping over her body until they came to rest on April’s breasts, squeezing the large orbs through her top as their tongue’s explored each others mouths.

It was Christmas Day and April and Lee were all excited at the prospect of spending their first Christmas together, they had been up since 7am, just like when they were kids and all got up early to see what Santa had left them.

“Merry Christmas April” Lee said as he gave her a wrapped box, she took it off him and quickly ripped the glittering silver wrapping paper off it to reveal a long thin box “Go ahead and open it” Lee said with a smile to his sister who quickly pulled the box open and looked at the long diamond necklace that her little brother had bought for her.

“Lee…” April’s eyes were wide as she stared at the glistening diamonds, she didn’t know what to say, small tears were welling in her eyes as she looked at her smiling brothers face.

“Do you like it?” he asked just before April grabbed him in a tight hug, tears falling from her eyes as she kissed her brother hard on the lips.

“I love it!” she said between kisses “You’ll get your present tonight!” she said finally calming down and wiping away the tears.

The day went on well from that beginning, the sun was out but that didn’t make it warm, infact outside it was cold enough for snow. April and Lee had spent most of the day in bed, cuddled up warm.

It was coming late when the phone rang and April quickly picked it up

“Hello”

“Hi April its me Steph, I’m on my way over if you still want to give Lee his present” she said softly, April assured her she did.

“Ok then well get him ready and I’ll see you in a few mins” she said before hanging up the phone.

“Lee can you go and deliver something for me please, I know it’s a pain but I really want to make sure that Mrs. Holmes gets a gift this Christmas” April shouted to her brother

“Ohhh ok” Lee smiled as he came in to the living room, Mrs. Holmes was an old woman who had greeted Lee and April when they first moved in, she lived alone and as far as they knew had no family.

Handing a small wrapped gift to Lee she kissed him goodbye as he set off to deliver it, April knew that he would be a short time, it was not a long walk to the house but Mrs. Holmes would surely keep him chatting for a while giving Steph time to arrive and them to prepare.

“Hi Steph” April greeted her sister with a kiss as she came into the house “Lee is out so we have time to prepare” she said running her hands over Steph’s tight ass and squeezing it softly.

For the next fifteen minuets April and Steph got the bed ready, stopping to kiss and caress each other as they planted candles around and pulled the sheets back

“God I remember the first time I wanted our little brother” Steph said with a giggle “Remember?”

“Oh yeah, he was fifteen and so sexy” April giggled along “I remember we had all gone out and he was alone in the house, god only knows what he was thinking but boy am I glad we came back early” she continued

“Yeah the way we found him on his bed, Ohhh his hand running up and down his hard cock… he had a great cock even back then” Steph said with a smile as she remember peeking in to his room through the slightly open door all those years ago

“It was so good and such a laugh we just had to call the others, if only he had known by the time he came all his sisters had been watching him wank, watching our fifteen year old brother wank” April smiles as she kissed her sisters soft lips

“Now look at us, you and he are in Love, Kim and Stace are having kids and we have all had him for real” Steph laughed as she held her sister against her body harder. Downstairs the door opened and Lee came in.

“Hello… April I’m home” he called out

“Up here Lee, I have your present ready for you now!” April called down “Come on up”

Lee went upstairs curious about what April was going to give him for Christmas, slowly he looked in each room, until finally the only one left was their bedroom. Lee pushed the door open and looked inside and his eyes went wide.

Inside April was laying on their bed, naked, with Stephanie next to her, Steph’s hands rubbing her breasts as her lips sucked on April’s nipples. Lee was stood frozen to the spot as he watched.

“Come in Lee, this is your present, I want you to sit down and watch as me and Steph give you a special treat” April smiled and moaned as she felt Steph’s teeth bite her left nipple gently.

Lee not sure what else to do walked in and closed the door, sitting in a chair where he could see the whole show, he felt his heart beat soar and his cock harder as Steph slipped a hand down April’s stomach and to her pussy, slowly the fingers curled and she rubbed her sisters clit, making April moan loudly.

Slowly Steph slipped a finger into her sisters’ pussy and began to grind it in and out, her lips still sucking on April’s nipple as Aril wove her hands into Steph’s hair and moved her to the other nipple for the same attention.

“Ohh god Lee she feels so good” April moaned as Steph thrust her fingers into her pussy harder and rubbed her clit too, a second finger inside now as April pulled Steph’s face from her breasts and kisses her hard, their tongues coming out to show Lee that they truly were using them on each other

Lee had pulled his pants down and fully stripped off, his cock was throbbing as he began to work his hand up and down the shaft, watching the lesbian show that was being put on for him alone by his sisters.

Steph broke the kiss and began to kiss down April’s body, down her breasts and stomach until she began to kiss her sisters inner thighs, licking them up until she got just to her pussy then working back down teasing her sister who moaned out when ever she got close to her wet sex.

“Ohhh God don’t tease me” April called out as she felt Steph once again move away as she was on the very edge of her sisters pussy with her tongue, but again she licked and kissed away smiling as she lifted her hand and slowly rubbed her sisters clit with it, taking the erect nub between her finger tips she pulled it and made April scream as she nearly orgasmed.

Steph looked back at her brother, his cock fully erect in his hand as he masturbated watching them on the bed, she smiled before turning back to her sister and sinking her face closer to her pussy, Steph’s hair tickling April’s clit as her face lowered and finally Steph’s tongue flicked out and licked up some of her sisters juice.

“Ohhh god yes!” April moaned out as she felt her sisters tongue probe into her pussy, she was on the verge of Cumming but wanted to hold off for a while yet and add to the pleasure later.

“Hmmm” April and Steph both heard Lee moan as he watched and it spurred them on, having an audience seemed to make it even better then the first time they were together.

Steph licked her sisters’ pussy and savoured the juice as she lapped it up and swallowed all she could get; April was so wet she thought her sister might drown in it all. Slowly Steph kissed back up her sister’s body and began to lick and suck on her neck, kissing her ear.

“Think we should really show him something” Steph moaned softly into her sister’s ear as she kissed the lobe and pulled it lightly.

“Yesss!” April hissed as she felt her sister roll over and pull her on top, slowly she kissed down her sisters body just as Steph had to her, making sure to lick and suck her nipples as she went down to her pussy, April’s red hair framed her sisters pussy as she licked and sucked on her clit, Lee watching April’s pink tongue slip into Steph’s pussy lips, lips that were glistening with her tangy juice.

Steph grabbed April and pulled her up to kiss her before her sister spun to face Lee and smiled as she straddled over her sisters chest, Lee marvelled at how sexy April was her thighs on either side of their sisters breasts as she lowered her own body, her breasts hanging down and brushing on Steph’s stomach as her head lowered to meet her pussy, April slipping her body back so her pussy was over Steph’s face leaving them in a prefect sixty-nine poison, both women sucking the others pussy juice and playing with her clit as their brother watched on, his cock throbbing and almost painfully erect.

Steph’s hands lightly spanked April’s ass as she rubbed the cheeks making April moan into her pussy and send shocks through her body, just as April had in hers.

“Ohhh god Lee” April moaned as she felt her sisters hot, wet tongue dip into her pussy deeply, her own licking Steph’s clit as she watched Lee masturbate in the hair, her eyes captivated by his hard cock and hand rubbing it, each stroke driving her closer to orgasm and making her want to drive Steph on too.

“You two are so sexy!” Lee said as he gasped, tightening his grip on his cock as the moans intensified from his sisters.

“Do you want us to cum Lee?” Steph moaned

“Yes do you want to watch and hear us cum for you?” April said before licking her sister’s pussy again and rubbing her clit.

“Yesss!” Lee managed to moan out as he watched his sisters and felt his own orgasm grow

April moaned first as she licked and played with her sisters pussy, dipping her tongue in deep as she pulled Steph’s clit making her call out in pleasure, Steph doing the same as they both felt their orgasm’s nearing until they couldn’t hold back any longer.

Both women screamed out as they felt their pussies tighten the juice flowing out into the willing mouth of each other, April and Steph both licking up every drop as it was smeared over their faces. Once they had calmed both sisters looked up at Lee who still had not cum.

“Oh god Lee I want you to cum all over my nipples, cover them so April can suck it off” Steph said with a moan as Lee walked over to the bed his hard cock still in his hand and pointing at his sisters who waited on their knees for him, their chests pushed out to him. April slowly reached out and took his cock in her hand stroking it lightly before she slid it into her mouth, sucking him hard and fast to get him to orgasm quicker, she was so excited about licking and sucking his cum of Steph’s nipples she couldn’t contain herself.

Lee was so close to orgasm it took less then a minuet of her sucking to get him to bursting point, quickly she aimed his hard cock as Steph’s chest, Stephanie holding her breasts together and moving closer as she waited for the first shot to come, she didn’t wait long. A large jet of cum shot out and landed on her left nipple, soon Lee was shooting his cum all over her breasts, both nipples were dripping with the white liquid and the tops of her breasts was spattered white too.

“Hmm now its my turn!” April said as she slowly held her sisters breasts in her hands looking at Lee she lowered her head and licked the top of her right breast licking off the cum Lee had just deposited, Steph moaned as she felt her sister’s tongue lick off all their brothers cum, before she went down to her nipple and sucked it, biting lightly as she got all the dripping cum in her mouth and savoured the salty taste, washing her mouth with it before swallowing the cum down and moving to the left nipple to do the same, Lee watched the show with awe, April’s tongue flicking out to get the last drips off her sisters before all three laid on the bed together.

“April this has been the best Christmas ever” Lee said holding her tightly

“I agree Lee,” she said kissing him on the cheek

“You two look so happy together, I can see you have a bright future together” Stephanie said with a bright grin as she watched the two cuddle up

“We do too Steph, a bright future with lots of happiness”

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Clint’s harem celebrates their victory!

Incestuous Harem’s Passion

(An Incestuous Harem Story)

Chapter Twenty-Four: The Incestuous Harem’s Passion

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2020

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

July 23rd, 2027 – Clinton “Clint” Elliston III

I’d done it. I reveled in that fact as my family piled into the limo waiting for us out in front of the courthouse. The reporters were swarming us, shouting questions. We had won our freedom. A jury of our peers had recognized the truth.

Incest was beautiful.

My women were swarming me in the limo. Melody kissed me first, her lips hot and hungry on mine. Pam swooped in and claimed me next, hers tasting salty from the tears of relief she’d shed. Hands grabbed at my suit. Alicia was pulling off my tie as she darted her head in and planted feathery kisses on my lips, light and fast.

“You did it, Daddy,” she cooed in that girlish voice of hers, eyes wet and dewy with excitement.

I grinned at her. “Yes, we did, didn’t we? You held up well, my little princess.”

She beamed at me. “You’re just awesome!”

“Yes, Master, you are!” Lee said. She was kneeling before me, undoing my belt and then hauling down her slacks. “It was so hot hearing you talk about tying me up and spanking me on the stand. It made me so wet. I wish I could have gone up there and told them every sordid detail.”

“Maybe you should write a book,” I said in a joking manner.

“Maybe I will!” she said. “Life in my brother’s incestuous harem!” She pulled down my underwear. My cock popped out. She planted her celebratory kiss right on the tip even as Zoey pressed in from the other side, her big tits already out. She claimed my lips as Lee smooched around my cock.

Stefani claimed a kiss next, a big smile on her lips. “You are amazing. I can’t believe this worked.”

Then Zoey pulled her away and they were making out like mad as Mrs. Hiragawa settled down beside me and kissed me, her hands unbuttoning my shirt. Aunt Vicky took the other side of me, working from the bottom. I kissed her next, our tongues dancing with wild passion.

Then I was naked, the limo moving away from the courthouse. My mother appeared before me, stripped of her clothing. Her large breasts swayed, her bleached-blonde hair tumbling about her aroused face. Pam and Melody pushed her onto my lap.

Her breasts swayed before her, smacking together. They were right before my face, so inviting. I buried my face into them. I rubbed back and forth, savoring my mother’s pillowy softness. She grabbed my cock and guided it right to her pussy.

I groaned as she slid her twat down my cock. That incestuous hole embraced me. It was wonderful to slide back into her twat. Every guy was trying to get back into pussy. To return to where we came from. Most never got to return to their mother’s, though. Just any other woman they could find.

I had that joy. I would deliver it to the world. I would legalize incest next. Get a proposition on next year’s ballot. Let the voters of California decide if it should be legalized like they had with gay marriage.

“Mmm, Mommy-slut loves having her big, strong son in her,” she cooed, her pussy clenching around me. “Master, your naughty wives have ordered me off the pill. It’s been a month. You’re Mommy-slut is fertile again. I’m still young enough. I can have another of your children, Master.”

“Shit,” I groaned, my dick throbbing in her pussy. I lifted my head and she kissed me.

“She’s not the only one we ordered off the pill,” Melody said. “You’re going to breed all our mothers!”

“Yes, Master,” Aunt Vicky moaned, pressing her large and soft breasts into my right side.

“We’re all fertile and ready for you, Master,” purred Mrs. Hiragawa. “Dr. Wilson has checked us out. We’re still ripe. We can be bred.”

My dick throbbed in my mother’s cunt. Knowing she was unprotected, that I could knock her up, made this more exciting. My hands grabbed her ass and lifted her. She rose up my cock, her pussy gripping my dick with her silky embrace. My shaft throbbed in her cunt, my balls already building a load.

My mother slammed her snatch down my cock. That hot and juicy pussy engulfed me again. Heat swept over my balls. My dick throbbed in her juicy heaven. Incestuous bliss swept through me as my tongue danced with hers.

I broke the kiss and buried myself back into her tits. I rubbed my face between them. I reveled in them. It was so incredible to feel. Her breasts rubbed around me. I groaned, savoring it. The heat of her cunt bathed me.

She worked that amazing pussy up and down my dick. The pleasure swelled through my body. It was outstanding. Amazing. The pleasure of her cunt squeezed tight around me. It was an awesome thing to enjoy. My cock twitched and throbbed in her pussy’s depths.

She rode me faster and faster. She worked her cunt up and down my dick with hunger. Her boobs rubbed on the sides of my face. The limousine resounded with moans and gasps. All my women were getting naughty while the three MILFs of the family were around me.

The three mature sex slave mothers.

“You’re going to breed us all, Master,” moaned Mrs. Hiragawa.

“Please, please, put a baby in my big sister’s belly,” Aunt Vicky moaned. “Then in mine. Breed us again. Just like your father did.”

“Yes!” I groaned, my dick throbbing and aching in my mother’s pussy. “I’m going to put babies in all your cunts! You’re going to be bred!”

“Yes! Your Mommy-slut wants that!” She rode me faster, her incestuous snatch working up and down my dick. The ache built fast at the tip of my cock. Her breasts jiggled around your face. “Your Mommy-slut wants to be bred by your big dick. We all want one last child! Your seed is as virile as your father’s!”

“Yes, yes, we all want your seed in us!” moaned Aunt Vicky. “Master!”

“Master!” whimpered Mrs. Hiragawa. “I’m so wet and ready to be bred by you.”

“Going to knock you all up!” I growled.

The state had tried to crush us. We won. It was time to celebrate. My dick twitched. Throbbed. The pleasure surged through me. It built in my nuts. I would have such huge eruptions of seed into their cunts. I would fire all that jizz into their pussies.

Starting with my mother’s.

Her cunt squeezed about me. She slammed down on me, bringing me closer and closer to my orgasm. I dug my fingers into her rump, my balls soaked in the juices leaking out of her pussy. She was so wet. So hot and ready to be bred.

I stared up into her dark eyes. Her bleached-blonde hair danced about her face. She looked so beautiful. I could see Zoey and Alicia in her face. Even Melody and Lee. She shuddered, her pussy squeezing tight about me as she slammed her cunt down my shaft.

Then she rose up.

“Yes!” I growled and laid claim to my mother’s fertile pussy.

I came in her.

“Master!” she gasped as she slammed her pussy down my cock, and then she joined me.

Her pussy went wild around my cock. Her hot and incestuous flesh milked me. She worked out that cum. I spurted it over and over into her pussy. I basted her cunt with blast after blast of my spunk. I shuddered on the limo seat as I bred my mother.

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Cheryl Ellison

My son’s cum fired into me.

My pussy spasmed around his cock as I cried out, “Master!”

I bucked on him, savoring that spunk firing into my twat over and over again. That wonderful joy of being bred by my son. I just knew he was flooding me with all that virile seed. His sperm would find my egg. I would have one last child.

My joy surged to the pinnacle of ecstasy, my rapture drowning my mind in incestuous joy. I threw back my head, howling out in blissful delight. I hoped Clint was watching. That my dead husband was in heaven happy that his son had taken over the family.

That he had bred me the way a man should.

My pussy milked out the last of my son’s cum. I floated at the pinnacle of my orgasm and then it dwindled down. I whimpered and moaned. My sister stared at me with such joy in her eyes, her breasts flushed. Asuka had the same look of passionate need in her eyes.

The limo pulled up to our house. The reporters were waiting here. They would get quite the sight. I slid off my son and felt his cum leaking out of me. We piled out, naked and unashamed. Melody strutted, ever the exhibitionist. My niece loved it. So did Lee. I came out on Clint’s arm, the cameras flashing.

It was obvious he’d just fucked me. The world would know that Clint had dumped his seed in his mother’s cunt. I beamed at the cameras, so proud of what we had accomplished. I clung to my son and Master as we headed into our house.

He was amazing.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Vicky Samuels

I nuzzled my face between my sister’s thighs. Her black bush was matted with Clint’s cum. Her large breasts rose and fell with her excitement. I paused as I stared that tattoo on her left tit. The triangle with the three initials in there. Clint, Cheryl, Vicky.

My sister and I would always be the older Clint’s in our hearts, but when he passed on he’d left us in his son’s hands. And so far, Clinton III had done an amazing job. I was so proud of my nephew. He had pumped so much seed into my sister’s pussy.

I wanted him to do the same to me.

“Please, please, breed me, Master!” I wiggled back my hips back and forth. Melody had been so certain we’d win that she ordered us off the pill to be ready for our victory. “Please, Master!”

“Yes, yes, please breed my sister, too,” Cheryl moaned as she pulled my face to her sloppy twat.

“I’m going to pump you so full of cum, Aunt Vicky, you’re going to be having my babies until the day you die!” Clint growled, his cock nuzzling into my shaved pussy.

I pressed my face into my sister’s bush and licked up the salty cum flavored by her spicy cunt. The two flavors mixed together. They were my favorite thing to eat. I dragged my tongue through her folds, gathering up more of the wonderful treat.

Clint rammed his cock into my cunt.

My nephew’s big dick filled my fertile pussy. A thrill raced through me. My twat squeezed down on him. I clutched him tight. This wonderful passion surged through me as his cock buried to the hilt in me. His balls smacked my clit, sparks flaring.

I moaned into my sister’s pussy as her son fucked me.

Hard.

Just the way a man should fuck a woman when breeding her.

My cunt clenched about him, drinking in the friction of his thrust while my tongue feasted on all that yummy cum out of my sister’s pussy. I licked it. Lapped at it. Loved every moment of cleaning out that spunk. My tongue fluttered up and down her folds, her silky bush rubbing against my face.

Her big tits heaved over my head as she squirmed in delight. She grinned down at me, her eyes big and bright with delight. Her hips wiggled from the pleasure I gave her, smearing silky bush and hot cuntlips on mine. She had such joy in her eyes as her son fucked me hard.

Clint pounded me. He drove that cock into my fertile depths. I wanted one more child. One more time being a mother, being bred by my Master. My cunt clenched around his cock. I held his dick tight. I gripped him with passion as he plowed into me. He fucked me hard and fast.

“Yes, yes, yes!” moaned my sister. “Ooh, please breed her, Master! Breed her!”

“Yes!” squealed out from the celebratory orgy raging behind us. It sounded like Melody, but it could have been my other daughter, Lee.

Joy ran through me. Our family was loving each other. We didn’t have the specter of the trial over us. I feasted on my sister with aplomb. I licked and lapped and drank all the spicy-flavored cum I could from her twat while my nephew’s heavy balls smacked into my clit.

They were so heavy. So full of the cum that would breed me. I clutched my cunt around his dick. He groaned and pumped away harder. Faster. He buried to the hilt in me. This amazing rapture soared through my body. It was incredible to experience. I would have such a huge climax on his dick.

I wiggled my hips from side to side, stirring my cunt around his amazing cock. My orgasm built with every plunge of his dick into my twat. Every hard thrust. He buried into me again and again. He filled me up with that amazing dick.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned. “Oh, that’s great. That’s amazing, Master!” I nuzzled into my sister’s twat. Thrust my tongue deep into her depths in search of more jizz.

“Breed the naughty slut, Master!” gasped my sister. “She needs it. Just pump her cunt full of all that cum! Breed her like you bred your Mommy-whore!”

“I’m going to breed you all!” snarled Clint. “All you MILF-slaves!”

“Yes!” Asuka moaned in the background. “That sounds so wonderful.”

“Breed our mothers, Clint!” Melody moaned. That was definitely my oldest. “Ooh, yes, work those fingers in and out of me, cupcake!”

“Yes, Mommy-Melody!” Alicia cooed in her little-girl voice.

I shuddered at the sounds of passion. Clint plowed into me with fast strokes, seemingly as inspired by the sounds as me. He rammed his thick dick to the hilt into my cunt. He buried deep and hard. He plowed that dick into me. It was amazing to experience him.

My orgasm swelled. His heavy balls pumped into me again and again. The pleasure rippled through my body. This amazing delight swept through my body. Stars danced before my eyes. This amazing heat swelled and swelled. I would have such a huge explosion on his cock.

“Master!” I moaned into my sister’s pussy. I rubbed my face into her twat.

“Cum in the slut, Master!” moaned Cheryl. She grabbed my hair and ground my face into her cunt.

I found her clit and sucked on it. She squealed, her thighs squeezing about me. Her spicy juices filled my mouth. She was getting hotter. Wetter. We had been given permission by Melody and Pam to cum all we wanted. I could feel mine building and building. I was so close; I just needed my Master to erupt in me.

“Breed me, Master!” I moaned. “Breed your kinky aunt!”

“Fuck, yes!” he growled. He seized my swinging tits. My nephew gripped my breasts. He dug his fingers deep into my flesh. He slammed into me.

Erupted.

Hot, incestuous cum jetted into my pussy. That wonderful rush of my Master’s jizz pumping into me set me off. My cunt went wild around his dominating dick. My flesh writhed and spasmed. The ecstasy swept through me. A tsunami of bliss flooded throughout my body.

It splashed into my mind.

The hot bliss spilled across my thoughts. It was amazing. This was a rapturous moment. I groaned, my cunt writhing and spasming. The pleasure went wild. It drowned my mind on euphoria. I screamed into my sister’s pussy.

She gasped and joined me.

As my cunt milked her son’s dick empty of his virile seed, her pussy juices gushed into my mouth. I gulped them down I licked and lapped and loved every drop of her spicy cream. My orgasm burned so bright as Clint grunted.

My Master dumped the last of his cum into my pussy.

“Thank you for breeding me, Master!” I howled, my orgasm burning at the hottest temperature. I blazed with ecstasy for one more moment of perfection.

Being bred by my nephew was the ultimate triumph for our family.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Pam Elliston

I planted my pregnant pussy right on my mother’s face. I wasn’t showing, yet, but the curve would start soon. So would Melody. We’d have our babies at the end of the year. It would be so awesome to have another one of Clint’s babies.

My mother needed that same joy.

“Mmm, you can breed her now, can’t you?” I purred, grabbing my brother-husband’s cock soaked in Aunt Vicky’s juices. She wasn’t my real aunt, but after being apart of the family for over a decade, she had become one. “Just ram your cock into my Mommy-slave’s cunt and knock her up while she eats me out.”

“You know I can,” Clint said. He cupped my face, his dark eyes brimming with hunger. “Guide me to her pussy. I’m going to give you another brother or sister.”

“I love you!” I groaned in delight and kissed my husband and brother with all my heart.

His tongue thrust into my mouth as he rammed his cock into my mother’s cunt. She moaned into my twat. Her tongue thrust into me. That wonderful and naughty appendage stirred through me. It felt incredible. I groaned, squirming on her. This pleasure shot through my body.

It was amazing. I squirmed and groaned. My hips wiggled from side to side, grinding my twat on my mother’s face. She lapped at me while my brother fucked her. Mother moaned, her passion humming through my pussy.

I hadn’t ruined everything. Somehow, Jonette Walsh had had a breakthrough in her feelings about incest. I didn’t understand what had changed, but I was so grateful for the trial to be over. I kissed my brother-husband with wild passion. My tongue danced with his.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Mother moaned into my pussy. “Oh, Master, breed me! Knock me up!”

I broke the kiss to stare into Clint’s eyes. “Yes, yes, knock my mother up. I want her to be pregnant and moaning as I fuck her with a strap-on. I want to see you cum on her pregnant belly and watch her rub your jizz into her skin as a moisturizer.”

“God, you are getting filthy,” he said. “What else do you want to watch me do to your pregnant mother?”

“I want to watch her ride you, her stomach all curvy and swollen,” I moaned, my fantasy swelling. I liked watching. “Just seeing her tits heaving and her belly jiggling. I want you to tie her up, framing her pregnant belly with the ropes, and then fuck her up the ass while I masturbated. I want you to piss all over her tits swollen with her mother’s milk. Just gushing over them and then watch as she nurses herself with piss-stained tits.”

“Fuck!” Clint groaned. He pounded my mother harder.

She moaned in eager delight, licking and lapping at my pussy. She caressed through my folds, teasing me. I shuddered on her, the pleasure rippling through my body. I groaned in bliss, savoring every moment of her tongue diving through my folds. This wonderful euphoria flowed through my body.

My orgasm built and built as I imagined all the filthy and kinky and naughty things we’d do to our mothers. With our family. We didn’t have the threat of going to jail. I could think about the future again. It was amazing. Wonderful.

“I love you, Clint!” I howled, my orgasm building faster and faster. “I want to do nasty things with you every day for the rest of our lives!”

“Amen!” Melody moaned. “Ooh, come on, Lee, you can do better than that. Pound my cunt with that strap-on!”

“Yes, Mistress!” Lee howled, the slap of flesh on flesh echoing.

“Oh, Alicia, honey, mmm, I’m going to nurse you for real when my milk comes in,” Aunt Cheryl moaned—yes, I thought of her as my aunt, too.

“Aunt Vicky, you nasty slut!” Zoey moaned. “Mmm, Stefani, honey, slam that dildo harder into her asshole. She loves it!”

Our family was celebrating and loving each other. I kissed Clint again, thrusting my tongue into his mouth as I swelled and swelled towards my orgasm. That wild burst of pleasure that would drown me. I shuddered.

My hips wiggled from side to side, smearing my cunt on my mother-slave’s hungry lips. I groaned, the heat building and building, driving towards this amazing rapture. I would have such a huge climax on my mother’s face.

I would drown her.

Her tongue brushed my clit. I gasped into Clint’s mouth at the pleasure sparking from my bud. Our tongues danced. His hands cupped my breasts. His thumbs swept out and found my nipples. My brother massaged them.

I squealed into his lips and came.

My pussy convulsed. Juices gushed out of my pussy and bathed my mother’s face. They squirted hot out of me. A flood of bliss that spilled bliss through me. My cream gushed out into his hungry mouth. I groaned, so glad to give him this ecstasy. Her tongue thrust into my cunt. My mother swirled it around in my convulsing depths, adding more delight.

I broke the kiss and gasped, “Breed my mother, Clint!”

“I’m getting there, Pam,” he groaned, driving hard into my mother’s pussy. His thumbs massaged hard at my nipples, pushing my nubs into my areolas. “God, I’m getting there.”

“Unleash a flood of virile spunk into my mother!” I howled to my sexy half-brother. The man I loved with all my heart. My pleasure drowned my mind. “Please! Please! I want to watch you piss on her big titties when her milk cums in!”

“Shit!” Clint moaned and buried into my mother. I could see the bliss on his face. He flooded her. Bred her.

I came again.

I bucked and shuddered through my orgasm. It rippled through me. Hot waves of ecstasy sloshed through my body. I rode them, the sparks bursting across my eyes. The rapture carried me to such wonderful heights.

I loved it. I buzzed there, my mother licking at my pregnant pussy while she squealed herself. Her cunt milked my brother’s cock. I planted hands on her belly and rubbed her. Flat now, but in the coming months, she would grow round and sexy.

We won. It was so amazing celebrating our victory.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Melody Elliston

“Mmm, let’s ride Daddy, Mommy-Melody,” Alicia said, her hair in her pigtails, her adorable glasses perched on her face.

“Yes,” I moaned as I lowered my pussy to Clint’s cock fresh from breeding our MILF-slaves’ cunts. Pam was busy licking her mother’s cunt clean as I pressed my cock against my brother’s hard dick. I was so eager to take him in me.

To feel every inch of my half-brother in my pussy.

“We kicked ass in court!” I moaned as Alicia settled her shaved twat on Clint’s hungry mouth.

“Yeah, we did,” Clint said. “We have to reward Elisabet somehow.”

“Mmm, I think she’s getting bred by her son even as we speak,” I said. “Her husband’s in the corner of her bedroom, jerking his cock like a good little cuckold as the real man of the house takes care of the women.”

“Yes!” Alicia moaned. “Ooh, Daddy, yes, yes, lick at my pussy. Just feast on me. I know you’re going to make me cum so hard. You always do.”

“Your pussy just tastes so delicious, princess,” Clint growled.

Alicia shuddered, her face contorting with bliss. It was obvious Clint was licking at her cunt. Making her pussy feel good. My youngest sister trembled, her hips wiggling from side to side, grinding on his dick. This wonderful heat swept through me.

I pressed my cunt down my brother’s cock. I groaned as I savored sliding inch after inch of my twat down his dick. Alicia beamed at me, knowing just the delight I was feeling. Lee had fucked me with a strap-on, but no toy could compare to a real, live, incestuous cock.

My brother’s big dick filled me.

“Let’s ride him, Mommy-Melody!” Alicia moaned, squirming on our brother’s face.

“Mmm, yes, cupcake,” I moaned and cupped her face. I kissed her with hunger. My tongue thrust into her mouth. I swirled around in her. This wonderful delight swept through me as I made out with my sister and rode our brother’s dick.

My husband’s cock felt amazing in me. I clenched about him as I swapped spit with Alicia. Her lips were so soft on mine. Pleasure flowed through my pregnant twat. I wiggled my hips from side to side, stirring my twat around his dick.

The heat swelled through me. This amazing passion that surged through my body. I kissed her with hunger. My tongue danced with hers. My nose brushed hers while I worked my twat up and down Clint’s cock. I gripped him.

Held him tight.

Alicia broke our kiss to moan, “Daddy! Daddy! I love your tongue in my pussy.”

“Mmm, I just want all your cream, my little princess,” Clint growled.

“Feast on the yummy cupcake, stud,” I moaned, driving my cunt down his cock. I took him to the hilt again and again. My butt-cheeks smacked into his rump. Then I slid back up his cock. I squeezed about him.

Loved him.

The pleasure surged through my body. This wicked delight that swirled through me. It was incredible to enjoy. I groaned, savoring every moment of riding up and down his cock. My orgasm built and built with every plunge down his dick. I would have such a huge orgasm on him.

“Make that cutie cum!” I moaned, my hands going for Alicia’s small breasts. They had a firmness to them. I massaged them, digging my fingers into her boobies.

She grinned and moaned, “Flood Mommy-Melody, Daddy! Give her all that yummy spunk!” Her hands shot out and cupped my breasts. She kneaded them. “Make her explode.”

The adorable girl ducked her head down and sucked my nipple into her mouth. This wonderful surge of heat shot through me. I threw back my head and moaned out in pleasure. She nursed with such hunger, my pussy clamping down on Clint’s dick as I rode him.

He moaned into Alicia’s pussy, clearly enjoying the increased friction. She whimpered around my nipple as she received his increased attention. We were creating a feedback loop. The more bliss Alicia made me feel, the more I made Clint feel, which flowed right back into the cutie sucking with such delight on my nipple.

We would make each other explode.

Incestuous bliss unleashed.

I shuddered, working my cunt up and down my brother’s cock faster and faster. My orgasm built so fast. My hair danced around my face. I whimpered and groaned, my cunt massaging my brother’s big dick.

I would burst on him. I would savor his jizz firing hot and wild into my twat. This bliss would consume me. My hair tossed back and forth. I slammed down his dick, the friction transforming into pleasure.

“Damn,” groaned Clint. “Bathe me in your cream, princess. Give me all that yummy delight to feast on.”

She sucked hard on my nipple, drawing in most of my areola into her mouth. Her tongue danced around my nub. She stared up at me with rapture bursting in her eyes. Then she squealed about my nipple.

Came on our brother’s face.

Clint groaned as he drank her pussy cream. I shuddered, slamming my cunt down his cock. My nipple burst with bliss. My head threw back. I felt it swelling in me. That vast tide of ecstasy that would sweep over my mind.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I howled and came on my brother’s dick.

The tidal waves of ecstasy surged through my body. The pleasure splashed over my mind. Bathed my thoughts. My cunt went wild around my brother’s dick. I gasped and moaned out my pleasure as I drowned in incest.

“Cum in me, stud!” I moaned. “Flood my pregnant twat with your seed!”

“Yes, yes, do it!” moaned Pam. She was watching with feverish eyes, rubbing her naughty cunt. “Just flood her!”

“Fuck!” Clint growled as my pussy writhed around his cock. “Yes!”

His cum spurted into me.

I shuddered, stars dancing before my eyes. My orgasm intensified as my brother-husband pumped my snatch full of his cum. He spurted blast after blast of spunk into me. My head tossed from side to side as I rode through this wonderful rapture.

“Oh, my god, that’s so good!” I whimpered. “Oh, Clint! Oh, I love you! You’re my sexy brother!”

“My hot-ass sister!” Clint growled, his hands stroking my thighs. “Fuck!”

My pussy wrung his dick dry. I loved it. I savored the feel of him while around us our family moaned in celebration. Ecstasy swept through me. The rapture swirled and eddied about my thoughts. I swayed from them.

We did it. We took on the system and beat it. Next step, legalization!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Zoey Elliston

I wrapped my tits around my brother’s cock and worked them up and down his pussy-soaked dick. Melody had drenched him. She was moaning now, getting her cunt devoured by Alicia. My brother groaned as he sat in his chair.

His throne as he ruled over us all.

My fiancee, Stefani, licked at my asshole. Now that the court trial was over, we could get our lives back on track. Stefani and I could have our wedding. I was finally ready to make it official. To tie the knot with her.

I liked being stubborn, I guessed.

“Mmm, look at you,” I cooed, rubbing my tits up and down my brother’s pussy-slicked cock. “Just lording it over all your women.”

“Yes, I am,” Clint said. My younger brother stared down at me with such strength in his eyes. All that stress he’d been under for months had vanished. He looked utterly relaxed as my tits worked up and down his cock.

“Good,” I purred, savoring Stefani’s tongue lapping at my butthole. “Just enjoy your big sis’s big boobies.”

“They are amazing,” he groaned. “Damn, that’s good.”

“Yep.” I licked the tip of his cock as it emerged from between my tits, tasting Melody’s sweet pussy cream. The flavor of my half-sister’s twat melted across my tongue. A delight to enjoy. Such rapture swept through me.

I was so glad for this. For having my brother in my life.

I squeezed my tits tight around him, my own delight building and building from Stefani’s expert rimjob. She fluttered her tongue around my butthole then wiggled it into my hole. I groaned, squeezing my tits around my brother’s hot dick.

He throbbed between my tits. I loved the feel of him twitching away. He groaned, precum spilling from his cock as he enjoyed my boobs. I grinned and licked his dick again, gathering up that salty treat. I worked my tits faster.

My nipples rubbed into his stomach, adding a burst of delight that washed through me. I groaned, my hips wiggling back and forth. Stefani fucked her tongue in and out of my asshole. Between the stimulation on my nipples and her tongue probing my bowels, I would have such a naughty orgasm.

“Mmm, just spurt all that cum,” I moaned, sliding my tits up and down his dick. “Cum over my breasts. You’ve earned it.”

“Yes, you have!” Stefani moaned. Her tongue buried deep into my bowels. “Spill all over my Yunie’s face.”

“Yes!” Clint growled. “All over her so you can lick her clean.”

“Damn straight!” My fiancee thrust her tongue into my asshole and swirled it around.

I gasped and shuddered. I pumped my tits faster and faster. The pleasure swelled through me. Clint growled. His face twisted in delight. I could feel he was hurtling towards that moment, my titty massage bringing him to the brink of rapture.

I kissed the tip of his dick when his shaft emerged from between the valley of my tits. Licked it. Teased it. His precum grew stronger. Saltier. The chair creaked as he groaned. I pumped my tits faster, pussy juices leaking down my thighs.

“Do it!” I hissed. “Cum on your big sister’s face!”

“Fuck!” he growled. “Zoey, god, I love you!”

Hot cum burst from his cock and bathed across my features.

“I love you!” I moaned as he sprayed my face. Jizz landed in my open mouth. Wonderful and salty. I gulped it down while he pumped more and more over my features.

My tits worked up and down his cock. My nipples throbbed as they rubbed against his stomach. The pleasure surged through my body. I hit that wild peak of ecstasy. I shuddered as I hung there. The rapture surged through me. My lover wiggled her tongue around in my bowels.

I came so hard.

The incestuous bliss flooded out of me. I groaned, savoring the heat gushing down my thighs. My brother’s cum coated my face. Our family moaned around us, loving each other. I grinned in delight, so glad we’d won. That we’d triumphed.

“God, you are the sexiest little brother in the world,” I moaned up to him. “You know that?”

“I do,” he said. He grinned at me and I knew everything would be okay. My brother would knock down any problems that came at our family. He was the head of our incestuous bliss.

The man who gave us all that we needed. How did we get so lucky to have Clint for our brother?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Leann “Lee” Sullivan

I shuddered as my Master wrapped the ropes about my body. My pussy brimmed with his cum. It oozed out of me, staining my thighs wrapped tight together. Clint had ***********ed a rough rope, lots of fibers to rasp at my skin.

I felt so alive as he worked. He hauled my arms behind my back, binding my wrists to my ankles. My nipples rubbed into the sheets. Melody and Pam watched, the pair cuddled at the head of the bed, naked and smiling. The orgy had ended.

We were all feeling the stresses bleeding off. We needed a vacation. We still had to work to get our kids back and in our custody, but being found not-guilty would be a big help. I knew Clint had a plan for that, too.

He got what he wanted. Like me.

He rolled me onto my side and cinched the ropes around my torso. He formed a braid up to my tits then wrapped them up. I groaned as he squeezed them into two hot mounds. The fibers bit in so wonderfully tight.

“Master,” I groaned in ecstasy.

“You did good, Lee,” he said. “You know that. If you hadn’t destroyed the computers at the massage parlor, things could have gotten real bad. Enjoy.”

“Thank you, Master,” I said. I wasn’t nearly as much of a brat as I was a decade ago. Growing up sucked and was cool all at the same time.

He threaded the hook into the knot he prepared. The hook connected to a chain. He began hosting me up. I gasped as I lifted off the bed, bound and tied. I would be a living chandelier slowly swinging over my brother and sisters. I hadn’t done this in a month. It felt so right. So wonderful to be so bound and restrained.

My breasts lifted from the bed. I groaned as I slowly rotated. Clint pulled me higher and higher while Melody snagged the nipple clamps off the nightstand. These had padded grips. I couldn’t wear the full teeth all night. That would damage me.

And no one wanted that.

She darted up and clamped them onto both my nubs with skill. They squeezed my nipples. I groaned at the pain. My entire body wiggled. I turned faster, the ropes creaking. Clint glanced at me, giving me a questioning look.

“Good night, Master,” I told him, letting him know everything was A-OK. “I love you.”

He cupped my face and kissed me. I shuddered at the feel of his lips. They tasted of Pam’s pussy. I groaned and shuddered, savoring the flavor. Then he broke kiss and crawled down to the bed and settled between his sister-wives. The lights turned off, plunging the room into the dark.

As I settled into my bound dozing, I couldn’t help but grin. My family ruled. We were the best. There was nothing that we couldn’t overcome. United by love, we would see it through to the end. Together.

That was what it meant to be family. At least we got to have the joy of making love to each other, too. And soon, everyone else would, too.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

November 7th, 2028 – Clinton “Clint” Elliston III

“We’re getting more polling stations reporting in,” said Chuck Mendez on the local news. “It looks like Governor Thompson has maintained the governorship.”

“Come on,” I muttered, sitting on the couch in my crowded living room. The entire family was here. I had my six-year-old daughter, Judi, sitting on one leg. She was my child with Mrs. Armstrong, Stefani’s mother. On my other leg sat my nine-year-old daughter Sofia. I had her with Carmelita Reyes. “Get to the important one.

“Important one!” Judi said. Her mother and step-father, Mr. Armstrong, were crowded in the living room along with the Reyes sisters and the Mihara twins with their mother. All my children were running through the house if not in the living room.

“Yes!” Melody hissed. She sat on my right, holding our newest child, Thomas. He had been born early this year.

“Come on,” muttered Pam. She rocked back and forth, staring intently at the TV, cradling our newest daughter, Miyoko.

“It’s going to pass, Daddy,” said Hikaru, one of my two eldest daughters. At eleven, she looked like a younger version of Pam, though with my round eyes. She held Cherry, my newest daughter I had with my mother.

“Yep,” said Christie, my other eldest daughter. She cradled Natalie in her arms. That was my daughter with Aunt Vicky. Her, Cherry, and Ichiro, my son with Mrs. Hiragawa, were all born last May within a few weeks of each other.

Christie flashed me a big smile, just like one her mother, Melody, would have.

I grinned back at her. “That’s right, it’s going to pass.”

Aaron, my son with Alicia, and Junichiro, my son with Kimiko Mihara, raced by, laughing and shouting at each other, pointing toy guns. They were oblivious to anything going on. Christie gave both the boys scolding looks. Then Clinton, my first child with my mother, rushed by with his own gun.

Christie shook her head.

“Don’t run in the house,” Mrs. Mihara admonished, but the three boys were gone.

“And I think we can call it,” said Chuck. “The controversial Proposition 5 has passed. It looks like Incest and Bigamy are about to be legalized in California. Come January 1st, we may see a flood of new marriages. The support for this bill has been tremendous. Many incestuous couples have come out to announce their stories of love, including a pair of Sacramento cops, a brother and sister, who had found their love for each other working undercover in the famous Elliston case of last year.”

Cheers burst through the living room. I grinned, excitement rippling through my body. We had done it. All that suffering through last year was worth it now. I could marry Melody for real. All the women in my family. Pam kissed my cheek while Melody sobbed. Lee was doing a dance while my mother and Aunt Vicky shared a sultry kiss. Alicia was hugging Zoey and Stefani. The Reyes sisters were embracing and crying while all three Miharas were squeezing each other tight.

It would be beautiful.

“Does that mean I can marry you, Daddy, when I grow up?” Judi asked, her cherubic face turning around to look at me over her shoulder.

I bounced her on my knee and said, “You can. Unless you want to marry someone else. A brother. One of your many sisters. Even someone who’s not in the family.” I beamed at her. “That’s what freedom means, Judi. To live your life the way you want.”

I had done it. My family was spread around me. All so happy. Cheering. The children were growing up. In a few years, Christie and Hikaru would join the incestuous fun. Then more and more of my children. Maybe my daughters would be my lovers. Maybe they would be their brothers’ or their sisters’. Maybe they’d find love outside the family.

But they would have that freedom to love whom they wanted without fear. What a beautiful future I gave them. As Melody and Pam kissed me, I had never been happier. I was glad I had that dream. That I had taken charge of the women of my family.

My incestuous harem would flourish for years and years to come.

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Jaiden Walsh

“Will you look at that,” I said, balancing my baby on my knee. She had been born in May. At six months, she was growing fast. Little Latisha had mended our family. “Looks like I get to marry your momma after all.”

“Damn straight,” Alysha said as she sat beside me, her legs curled up. Our mother was in the recliner, nodding in agreement. She had changed so much since the trial. It had been awkward, at first, but our reunion had led to Alysha and I moving back in. Our daughter had a better home to grow up in.

Latisha would be beautiful.

And soon, she’d have her own brother to love. I patted Alysha’s pregnant stomach. Five months along with our son. I smiled as her hand placed over mine. It was great being the head of my own family.

Clint had the right idea.

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Elmer Bennett

“Will you marry me, Candy?” I proposed to my pregnant daughter. She was just starting to show, a gentle curve to her belly. The moment Chuck Mendez announced Prop 5 had passed, I’d fallen to my knees.

“Daddy,” my daughter gasped. She had such tears in her eyes. She looked blindsided. She fluttered her right hand by her face, her left clutched in mine. “Yes, yes, yes!”

Joy burst through me as I pulled out the ring. My wife helped me pick it out. I slipped the wedding band onto my daughter’s finger. It slid over her knuckles and settled in place. The diamond sparkled on it. More tears spilled down her cheeks.

I stood up and pulled my pregnant daughter-fiancee to me. I claimed her lips, tasting the salt of her joy. She clung to me tight. A moment later, my wife, Rachel, joined the embrace. She hugged us both, her belly round with her own child. We had never planned on having a second, but…

Things were changing.

Rachel’s lips joined ours. She nuzzled in and joined the kiss. This heat surged through me as I loved the two women in my life. Clint Elliston… was there nothing that man couldn’t do? No impossible task he couldn’t accomplish?

It sure didn’t seem like it.

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Tad Blake

Proposition 5 had passed. That bastard Clint had really done it. Escaped prison. Escaped it all.

I sat on the old couch in my crappy, one-bedroom apartment and thought about my little sister. Erica could have been mine if I wasn’t such a dick to her. If I hadn’t ruined everything. She’d moved on. Married. Had kids that I’d never met.

It was my own fault. I could see it now. I had spent so much time blaming her, thinking she was a slut. I didn’t want to take responsibility for my own actions. I sipped at my beer and leaned back. All these years living in hatred, stewing in bitterness. What had it gotten me? Nothing. I sighed and stared at the ceiling. I wondered if I could give Erica a call. If time had healed her anger. We couldn’t be lovers again, but…

Could we be brother and sister? Friends? I could keep being miserable, or I could find some form of happiness. Move on. I grabbed my phone. I had her number. I found it a few years ago. I wanted to call. I did, but I hadn’t had the courage to.

I called. The phone rang. She picked up. “Hello?”

“Hey, sis,” I said, voice tight. “I just… I wanted to say I was sorry. I was a dick.”

“Yes, you were,” she answered. A pause. “How have you been?”

“Could be better,” I said, tears in my eyes. “How about you? I hear you had another kid.”

“Our third daughter.” There was something like joy in her voice. I could have had that.

“Great. Great. I just… I wanted to say I was sorry.” I hesitated. “Could we, I don’t know, meet for coffee. Talk.”

A long pause. “Sure. Talking would be nice.”

This weight lifted from my heart. Emotion spilled down my cheeks. There was pain in the tears, but also relief. Hope. I could move on from the last decade and more of self-loathing that I had lived under. I could be free of it.

The END

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A quick and kinky lesbian fantasy!

Pretty girl busy street.

Jean was taking the short walk home after finishing her shift at a local restaurant where she worked as a waitress. Still in her uniform of white blouse, short black skirt and stockings she was very pleasant on the eye. Her long slim legs accompanied by the clicking of heels and confident walk; ensured she attracted lots of male attention. It was six o’clock and still light this September Saturday evening as she neared the alleyway leading to her city house back door.

The busy walkway she had just walked down was full of large groups of people mainly males; staggered every twenty yards or so. It was like this every other week during the season as a rule; it was the location were the away team football supporters would pick up their bus home after the game. She had received lots of wolf whistles and sexual suggestions like she always did from these crowds. It was all harmless fun and she enjoyed the banter even though the same things were said every time. That was until this night however,

She was ready to leave the walkway and enter the alleyway when one man from a group stood in her way and asked with a grin “Where do those legs go to”?

She just smiled and moved to the side to carry on walking, but was obstructed by another man. Then suddenly every way she turned a body was blocking her route until she found herself surrounded by a large group of males. It became so loud with shouts and laughing she was unable to move or make herself heard.

Suddenly she felt a hand on her ass, then her breasts and before she knew what was happening they were in her pants. It was all so quick; she was yards from her own home in a busy area being manhandled by a large group of strangers. They pulled her backwards so she was being supported by their hands; like they do when they pass people about in large crowds. Only this time she was being held at waist and not head height. All she could see were hands; they seemed to be endless all trying to get hold of her. Her clothes were literally being ripped from her body by the sheer volume of hands.

She was in a state of shock now as her mind was not capable of taking in what was happening. Unable to move she felt like she was floating aimlessly then amongst the hands she could see cocks also now; lots of them. No matter which way she looked up down or side it was hands and cocks nothing else. Regaining her senses a little she realised there were fingers roughly poking in her ass and pussy holes.

Then a voice saying “Up a bit push her this way” her open legs were being guided on to an erect cock.

She became convinced it was a dream in which she was being gang raped. Strangely this idea made her relax a little and she heard a voice say “She’s enjoying it she has a big grin on her face”.

“I’m next I’m next” could be heard as the sea of arms moved her from cock to cock.

She decided it was a beautiful dream and she was going to enjoy it. “Turn the fucker over” she could hear someone say; he had decided to fuck her ass.

“Not in her mouth, no more in her mouth” lots of distant words could be heard.

Then it seemed like she was high on drugs; as she became hypnotised by lots of hands shaking cocks with liquid streams flowing and splashing her. Flying face down then floating on her back it seemed to keep changing; travelling only small distances back and forth.

None of the passers by or the other crowds realised that a woman was in the centre of this crowd being pussy, anal and mouth raped. Eventually she felt herself on her feet and thought she must be waking up now. She remembers a man putting an overcoat on her and placing her bag over one shoulder across her body with the strap under the opposite arm. As she had not yet woken up she decided to walk home before the dream ended. She woke up in a chair downstairs remembering her housemate was out for the night.

Still not fully awake she began giggling as she remembered the erotic dream; before realising she was downstairs wearing a strange overcoat. Gathering her senses she turned on the light; the curtains were still open and it was two thirty in the morning. She quickly closed them and put on the heating as she started to feel uncontrollably shivery.

“This overcoat what the hell is this all about” discovering it was all she was wearing?

She opened it to discover her body from the breasts to the bottom of her legs and arms was covered in bruises.

“And what the fuck is this baked all over me”? Looking in the mirror she found her neck to be awash with love bites. ”My hair also matted in what?

She soon realised it could only be one thing; although she had past experience regarding the properties of cum; it had been nothing on this scale.

She felt so tired that she had to sit down again. The chair was relaxing and the matted dry cum stains on her body seemed to be shining like stars. She fell into a deep sleep and when she awoke again it was daylight. She tried to piece together her movements, but her mind was still blank.

Then she felt a very uncomfortable soreness coming from her anal hole so she tried to feel for the problem. The slightest touch from her fingers was causing a nasty stinging discomfort. She reached for the small make up mirror on the side hoping to get a view of the cause. Leaning back she managed to see the problem; it was very blood stained at the entrance.

It was so painful just trying to open her legs a little; “My ass has been savagely fucked”.

Her fingers ventured on over her hugely swollen pussy lips; “Fuck, this has been really hammered”.

The intolerable agony was not being able to remember; “My bag, perhaps there is something in there”.

It was just inside the door where she had come in and her keys were still in the outside lock. Opening the bag produced another huge shock; “Fuck me, where did all this money come from”? It was filled in an untidy mess with notes of all denominations; and judging by the bags weight lots of coins.

This just added to her totally bewildered mind. The cum stains no longer looked as though they were shining; and she was feeling filthy and desperate for a shower.

Suddenly the front door opened as her house mate Julie was back home, “Hi how is every——thing” she stopped in mid sentence when she seen the mess Jean was in. “What the hell has happened to you”? Julie’s look of horror caused her even more distress.

Jean told her everything she could remember; which left Julie also completely baffled.

“So you can remember walking home then nothing” Julie mused trying to make sense of it all. “It’s obvious you have had one hell of a fucking; something along the lines of a gangbang”.

“Yes I know we joke about doing things like that Julie, but I never would”.

“It’s got to be date rape that’s the only answer” Julie said convincingly.

“But I would have remembered the beginning of the date; and all that money I have a month’s wages in that handbag”.

“In the shower I will help you; we can try to figure all this out later”.

Julie phoned up work for her to say she would be off for a while with a bad flu.

“You must go to the doctors for a check up; you don’t know who has been fucking you”

“It’s going to be really wonderful trying to explain why I need the check up; he will think I am a right slut”.

“Just say you had unprotected sex with a guy and you need to put your mind at rest; he’s a doctor he will understand”.

The earliest she could see her doctor was in two days time; she hoped her pussy and ass holes would be in less discomfort by then. The day of the appointment arrived and on the way there she decided to tell him everything; the black out in her memory was driving her insane.

He gave her a thorough examination from which he concluded “You have taken part in some very rough sexual activity”. He wrote her prescriptions which would cure the soreness and ordered immediate blood tests to check for any S.T.Ds. However he could not explain her memory loss; and was concerned enough to arrange a hospital scan.

He added “If it was date rape any sign of those drugs would hopefully show in the blood sample”.

She left the doctors at least relieved that she had told him; and her treatment was under way. However she was still worried about her memory loss and wondered if it would be the start of something far more serious.

A couple of days passed and most of her body bruises had gone; and with Julies help of carefully applying the cream to her delicate places they too were returning to something like working order. She had neither the will nor intention of giving them a full test for quite a while yet though.

Julie was at work and Jean was contemplating things when the phone rang it was her doctor. “Hello Jean”.

She nervously interrupted. “It’s my blood tests something is wrong”?

“No I have not had the results back yet so take that as a good sign; because if there are problems I am contacted immediately”.

“Sorry doctor what is it then”?

“I have something I would like to talk to you about it may be nothing; but I think you should hear this I will call round after surgery tonight”.

Julie was now at home and they were both waiting in eager anticipation as to what revelations the doctor would bring.

“Come in doctor this is my friend Julie you can speak freely if that is okay with you”.

The doctor went on to explain that a circular had been received by all medical practices in the area this morning.

“Last night a man went into a police station in Molchester and said he had taken part in the rape of a young lady in this town while visiting for a football match. The police have had no complaints and want to know if there is anything the medical practices can tell them. I thought I had better talk to you first”.

Jean and Julie looked at each other with the knowledge that there was definitely something in this which related to everything that had happened.

“No description or times or where” Julie asked.

“No the police have all that, but will not reveal it or they will have every crank under the sun saying it was them”.

“Jean I think we should make a visit to the police station” Julie said confidently as it had become an adventure for her as opposed to Jeans ordeal.

“I agree with Julie; I will be behind you all the way” the doctor added hoping to give her the impetus needed.

“Let’s get going we should be back in time for the T.V.film starting” said Jean defiantly.

At the police station Jean was taken alone into an interview room with a senior detective leaving Julie waiting anxiously outside. Over three hours passed before the door finally opened again and a strained looking Jean appeared; the detective was saying good night.

Julie was bursting to ask her what was happening; but thought it would be wise to have patience and wait till they got home and opened a much needed beer.

“The detective is confident he is on to something” she told Julie. “They wanted to know what I was wearing and where I was at about six o’clock on Saturday evening”.

“So did they say what they thought had happened to you”?

“No not a mention of any rape; they took my statement and seemed very happy with my answers though. But the two huge factors are that they asked me if I had anything unusual in my bag when I got home, and if I new anything about an overcoat. When I told them about both the money and overcoat they looked at each other with more than satisfied smiles. Oh and by the way they are coming round for what is left of the money; and more importantly the overcoat; so they asked that we don’t touch either again”

“That’s it then they must know” said Julie excitedly.

The following evening arrived and they were both watching T.V. and eating their evening meal when the lead headline on the news was announced.

“A full busload; consisting of fifty six Molchester United fans have been questioned in connection with a rape after their teams game on Saturday”.

The girls were gobsmacked at this new twist in the tale; but thought how could a bus load of people rape you without you knowing about it?

The police suddenly arrived at the door in the shape of two detectives. “This has become a huge story and the press are demanding to know who the rape victim is, we don’t know how much longer we can withhold your name”.

“So I was raped” said a now convinced, but worried Jean; Julie hugged her as the detective started revealing the case.

“According to our witness when she approached the crowd she was alone dressed in what he described as clothes a waitress would wear. The news soon spread amongst them that she was a prostitute who was willing to do anything in return for a full purse. They were all very drunk and in a happy mood; especially as their team had won. The next time he saw her she was naked and being supported by arms and hands. One member of the group was having sexual intercourse with her; and another had his penis in her mouth. She at no time seemed in distress or objected; in fact she seemed to be wearing a happy smile. He can not say for sure how many of the group had intercourse with her but he would guess at thirty or more either in her vagina or anal. Lots of people placed their penis in her mouth or masturbated to the point that their secretion was released over her body”.

She thought a while and said “I would never say I was a prostitute to any man; never mind a huge gang like that”.

“Wait we have more to tell you” the statement goes on. “When their bus was getting ready to go he made sure everyone aboard put money in her bag; they were more than generous in that respect. Then he noticed all her clothes had been trodden on or were ripped and she was still naked. I gave her my overcoat which completely covered her body; and wrapped her bag over her coat across the shoulder”.

“Now Jean would you like to add anything to that statement”?

“Yes I did arrive home in a strange overcoat and my bag was full of money; I have no idea how it got there”. The detectives collected both the bag and overcoat; putting them in a plastic container.

The girls held each others hands and the detective gave them more startling news. “The next day our witness was shocked to learn from a friend that the girl they had sex with was not a prostitute at all”.

“She was someone who was carefully shepherded among our crowd; and in all the confusion a drink was forced on her which contained very strong chemicals. It had all been carefully planned; but by whom I could not say for certain; although I maintain I would never have stood by and let it happen if I had known the truth. I honestly thought she was a prostitute and everybody was going home happy”.

“That is his full statement” the Detective concluded.

Molchester United are a very powerful rich club so publicity like this about their supporters was a badly inflicted self wound. The club made statements of how they want to distance themselves from supporters like these and pay the unknown victim a huge amount of money even though it was nothing at all to do with them.

There were different stories everyday in the press; one claiming to know who she was and that she had blackmailed footballers in the past. Another said that she had plotted the whole thing with a number of people on the bus; in order to make money out of Molchester. The press seemed to be painting her as a sly schemer; when in fact nothing could have been further from the truth.

Over seven weeks had passed since the breaking news and still the police did not have sufficient evidence for a strong case. Until they had Jeans identity would have to remain a guarded secret.

She was unable mentally to go back to work anyway and Julie was also under a great strain; knowing who the mystery woman was and not being able to say anything. They were both feeling neglected as Julies boyfriend was working abroad and Jean had been free for some months.

As they sat close on the sofa Julia said; “Come on let’s go to bed; it’s time to see if you can still function properly” Jean desperately wanted some loving, but had not even masturbated since that fateful day.

They were not every night or even every month sex lovers; but they had brought each other to orgasm lots of times over the years. With both of them naked Julie took the dominant role kissing Jeans lips. This brought out lots of emotions and their tongues lashed together as passionately as they ever had. Julie carefully caressed Jeans breasts praying her nipples would not be still too tender to touch. They stood out proudly in respect of her loving caresses. Julie’s lips and tongue played and teased with them bringing moans of appreciation.

“Oh Julie I can’t tell you how that feels your perfect touch; and knowing my nipples are acting and feeling like they should”.

“I don’t know what I would do if I never had your body to love” smiled Julie.

“Pussy time Jean if they have damaged this they will have me to answer to” with that her head moved down and she moved a finger between Jeans pussy lips.

“That’s so nice Julie”.

Her tongue then ran the full length of her slit twirling on her clit. Julie was pleased to feel juices emerging from her; but despite their combined sex experience neither had ever had any dealings with a pussy after rape.

“I am going to put a finger in you nice and easy, if it hurts in the slightest yell out”.

Jean opened her legs a bit allowing Julie lots of unrestricted movement. Without force her index finger easily went inside; Julie again delighted by the wetness she was encountering added “I am going to move my finger around; let me know how it feels”.

After a few seconds Jean said “It’s not good Julie I can’t feel anything”.

Then in a wicked voice said “Give me your fucking hand”.

With that Julie started rough finger fucking her the way she loved while at the same time sucking up her clit. In less than a minute Jean was frothing her cum out as she sighed in relief to a huge orgasm.

“Thank fuck everything is alright” she said to Julie.

“Not quite” she replied. “Get your ass in the air”. Julie took a strap on from the draw and attached it; “Let’s make this a full test run” she said lubing her ass hole with the freshly delivered pussy mixture. “Same as before if it hurts yell out”.

She tenderly began the rear entrance; holding the cock in one hand and feeling for her breasts with the other. There were no hazards of discomfort and Jean soon loved it. Julie slammed in to her ass deep and hard to ensure it was a thorough test run. Coupled with her trained clit feeling fingers it was like taking candy from a baby making her gasp in orgasm once again.

She then threw the strap on towards Jean before laying on her back and raising her legs to her shoulders; saying with a wink “One hard pussy fuck please with lots of extras”.

Jean did not let her down after warning “I am going to give you the roughest, fastest cunt bashing you have ever received”.

During the fucking she said to Julie “I wonder if my cunt was fucked this fast” and powerfully squeezed both her own breasts.

Julie expected it rough; but had never known her quite like this. Then as soon as Julie screamed with a shuddering orgasm; Jean cast away the strap on and showed her aching pussy lips to Julie.

“Tongue me Julie, tongue me” she begged vigorously rubbing her clit; She soon cum yet again with Julie’s tongue still rotating her pussy walls.

Although Julie had loved the very randy sex she was still concerned about her friends’ frame of mind. They huddled and kissed and without words were expressing their love and support for each other.

“Jean you seemed to enjoy that so hopefully you have banished any sexual demons”.

“To tell the truth I have been desperate for sex for weeks; but my only demon has been guilt”.

Julie somewhat taken aback asked “Guilt, but you did nothing wrong you were the victim”.

“I know, but how can I possibly still enjoy sex? I should vomit at the very thought of it like any normal woman who has been raped would. I do not even worry about it anymore; and looking forward to going out alone again”.

“No, no Jean that is wonderful you have won your battle they could not beat you. Your sexual feelings are normal; if you felt repulsive at the thought of sex with me that would be a reason for vomiting”.

It had been Jeans best day since the incident by a very long way. She had enjoyed some wonderful sex; and been convinced by Julie that her feelings of guilt were totally preposterous. They awoke naked in each others arms the following morning; both wearing a satisfied smile knowing how important the previous night had been.

“Julie I want to tell you something that I have not yet mentioned; after the rape my pussy was bald”.

“You are always changing are you absolutely sure”?

“I am positive I had only trimmed it the day before”.

Julie did not know what to say; but Jean just smiled and said. “The bastards stole my landing strip” it was like old times as they laughed out loud together.

The weeks turned to months and the press interest in the case began to fade, as the police case was not strong enough for any prosecutions. Jean was at least now well in body and mind so she returned to work as a cocktail waitress in a night club. Julie was absolutely delighted as she could now leave her on her own and visit her boyfriend who was still working abroad.

Her waitress costume was similar to a bunny girl; and consequently attracted a lot of male attention. One night she accepted a lift home from three customers whom she had got to know and were regulars.

“The least I can do is invite you in for a few drinks” she was feeling so horny and her flirting was outrageous.

The inevitable happened when she took all three cocks in every hole. It was the first time she had ever knowingly had sex with more than one partner; her orgasms were intense and she was craving cum throughout the session.

The three men were all married which Jean considered ideal; because all she wanted from them was some satisfying fucking. They left her a large tip; and with the knowledge that each would always be at the others disposal.

It was then she realised that group sex was now needed to quell her sexual desire and pleasures. Some days later and unexpectedly a police detective called round to say that the case was being put on hold; but not dismissed.

“What of the man who pleaded guilty to all this” she asked.

“His testament alone is not enough to convict the others; even though he is still admitting to it, it would hinder any future prosecution”.

“I want to meet him” she suddenly decided.

“That is something you will have to arrange through victim support” said the startled policeman.

She lost no time in enquiring and within three weeks was told “He would be honoured and privileged to meet her”.

She became very excited at the prospect and was not at all nervous, “Now I will fill in all the blanks”. She intended extracting every minute detail from him; “I will be talking to a complete stranger who has fucked me”.

It was arranged for him to travel over from Molchester with police verification that it would be safe for both parties. She decided the meeting should take place in her own home away from any officialdom.

“No I want to meet him alone; I think he is quite safe after admitting his guilt to the police” she insisted. The police brought him to the house; but he entered alone.

Her first opinion was that he looked extremely normal; but what does a rapist look like? He was feeling totally guilty; and would willingly have admitted to being the most evil man in the world. However they shook hands and she brought tea and biscuits to the table making it all very civilised.

She addressed him by his first name “Dean I have no hate for you my life is back on track; all I want is the honest truth what happened that day”.

He pleaded that he would give up his own life if it would erase that day.

“I can’t erase blanks Dean; if you want to wipe the slate clean please tell me every last detail”.

He began the story sounding very apologetic saying how he first seen her with a drink in her hand; which he later discovered was drugged. The word quickly got round that a prostitute dressed as a waitress wanted to earn some quick money.

She interrupted “Just a moment” she poured two large whiskies and placed them next to the teas.

“I no this is not easy, but get to the nitty gritty how did my clothes come off”?

He went on to explain that there were so many hands grabbing and groping her they were literally ripped off.

“And what position was I in when I was being fucked”?

She was told about being supported by many hands at waist height; and rocked back and forth onto the waiting cocks.

“How many cocks fucked me; what was the ratio in pussy, ass and mouth”?
He could not give exact numbers, but told her about 20 in her pussy, 10 or 11 in her ass and probably 20 or more in her mouth like he had told the police.

“Dean did I orgasm while this was happening to me”?

Jean was asking the questions so fast Dean did not have time to think about his answers, but was still feeling guilty about the whole affair and did not complain.

“Jean I can’t be 100% sure; but you seemed to be having lots of orgasms. I did not realise you were drugged at the time”.

“Now this next question is fucking crazy; but did someone shave me. I came home with a bald pussy”.

“Yeah sorry one of the older guys said he had never seen a bald one before. Lots of us carry shavers and toiletries on away day trips; your pussy hair was already lathered with cum so he carefully removed it. It sounds a really terrible thing to do now; but I know you want me to tell you the exact truth and at the time it was er—-?

“Thanks for being honest; strangely you seem more distressed than me now Dean. You gave yourself up to the police, you came here to see me, you are not an evil man,” she said with much less pace in her voice.

“I really appreciate those words; but I don’t think I will ever get over the guilt of what we did to you Jean” he said with a stare that begged forgiveness.

“I know how you can get rid of the guilt Dean and it would also remove my remaining demons”.

“Anything I can do just say it; do you want a personal written statement”? He eagerly replied; before getting the shock of his life.

“No I have had enough of statements; I want you to fuck me” she said confidently looking in his eyes.

Dean’s mouth and eyes popped open simultaneously “Wait is this some sort of revenge trap with you shouting rape; are the cops in on this”?

Jean remained calm and picked up the phone “Inspector you can call off your men everything is fine thank you for everything you have done”.

Then after a short conversation she replaced the phone and gave Dean an assuring smile.

“Dean the police only allowed this meeting because they are sure you are 100% safe; now about that fuck”?

“Oh I see you were just testing me making absolutely sure; well I hope I passed the test” he said in a relieved voice.

Remaining calm Jean stood to her feet and started unbuttoning her blouse as she told him; “No I meant it; you said you would do anything and that is what I want you to do”.

Again Dean’s mouth and eyes popped leaving him speechless.

“Don’t you see once we have had mutual sex there will be no more guilt or fear on either side”.

“Jean how can I possibly take advantage of the way your mind is now; that’s how this terrible guilt began in the first place”?

“Dean my mind will be absolutely fine once I have done this, this fuck is absolutely crucial to me”.

Dean began rubbing his head nervously “I don’t know if I can this; it is too much for me I think”.

“What’s up don’t you fancy me now all your friends have had me like a cheap prostitute”?

“Of course it’s not that; I feel honoured being in the same room as you; I don’t think I am worthy of you” he rose to his feet and looked deeply in her eyes.

“Dean I am holding you to your promise; now please fuck me” she said calmly; with their faces now almost touching.

They grasped at each others head and began kissing passionately; immediately their tongues invaded the others mouth. Jean soon became the dominant one and quickly opened his fly to grasp his now hard cock. He leaned forward and Jean fell on to the settee with her knees raised. Then with his trousers around his ankles and his cock erect roughly pulled at each side of Jeans panties and removed them in one go.

“Get it up me now” she begged; even though both of them were only partially stripped. Moving between her legs as quickly as he could he raised her ass and rammed his cock hard inside her pussy with one lustful thrust.

“Fuck me hard you cunt; fuck me you bastard” Jean was possessed; and he responded with violent cock surges attacking her drenched gaping cunt.

Whether it was the release of built up tension she did not know; but in a matter of seconds she had a massive orgasm with a huge spray releasing itself in all directions. Dean’s mind could not comprehend how he was afforded such an amazing fuck; and he cum and cum and cum deep inside her.

In one moment a peaceful calm had taken the place of the brutally vocal sex that had just occurred. Dean raised his head; and his eyes were met by a look from Jean which seemed to be asking him what he thought.

“I don’t blame you for calling me a cunt and a bastard”.

“It’s not what I really think of you; if I did your cock would certainly not be up me like it is now”.

Dean tenderly stroked her face before kissing her with as much sincerity as his thoughts could muster. “Jean you have lifted the weight of the world off my shoulder; they say everybody meets a truly remarkable person once in their lives”.

“I am not remarkable; I can’t even walk down the street without getting into a busload of trouble” she said with a smile.

The words caused Dean to kiss her lovingly again; they then both lay on their side and continued kissing for several minutes as their naked crotches met.

“Can you stay the night Dean”?

“Stay the night; you really mean it”?

“Of course; I don’t want you leaving here thinking I am the kind of girl that allows people to fuck me without feeling my breasts”.

Dean smiled as if not to believe Jean’s carefree attitude; “My return train ticket is for ten twenty; but I would love to catch a later one if it means being here longer with you”.

“That’s settled then; let’s go upstairs and do it properly this time”. Jean led the way adding; “It will be good practice if either of us ever goes on honeymoon; unless you are married already”?

Dean was not married and during love making breaks he was invited to stay for a few days; days in which the pair became really close. Jean showed him around the city and told him all about her family who lived in a different city. Dean was introduced to her friends who knew nothing of the couple’s unusual circumstances. Julie was the only friend who knew and she was still living abroad with her boyfriend.

After a week of practically non stop sex both agreed that as much as they did not want to they should give their jobs some consideration. Jean had quickly put in a weeks holiday; but Dean had phoned in sick. Dean was an engineer working on a contract with 5 month left to completion time. It was much too far to travel daily so he had to leave early Monday mornings and return late on Friday nights to spend the weekend together. He had his own flat in Molchester; but had little if any problems to sort out there. They were both more than happy to give the relationship a trial and see how it developed.

Jean returned to work and was quickly back in the routine of flirting for tips. Her three married close friends were happy for her finding a boyfriend. They were disappointed however that it would mean there would be little chance of a second invitation to sample her hospitality. She had originally gotten to know the three by their short club visits during the week sometimes alone. Thursday night however was their “boy’s night out” and they always made the most of it.

Jean and Dean spoke on the phone every day and she could not wait for the weekend to come. Not only did she want to see Dean; but she was lusting cock more than ever now. Then in only Dean’s third week of being back at work she was thinking of asking her friends round again such was her craving.

“What will they think of me if I just come right out and ask them” she thought as she masturbated herself. It was Wednesday and she climaxed to the thought of the three of them triple fucking her the next night.

The male trio had planned on going to the casino after the club, but they soon changed their plans when it became obvious Jean was horny again. Lady Luck was dealing them a far better hand than any they would receive in the casino. The rendezvous was kept secret from the rest of the staff and customers; and they arrived at Jeans home at 1-30a.m.

The four of them relaxed with a drink, “Jean I speak for the three of us when I say we are grateful beyond belief for romps like these”

“Boys this is a mutual agreement which seems to be very favourable for all concerned”.

“We would still like to thank you Jean”.

“If you really want to thank me hit me hard with your cocks. Make sure you don’t leave here with me yearning for more”.

One of the three started removing his shirt; and another said with a glimmer in his eye “I am ready to bang you till you burst”.

Jean observing them all undressing said “Mmm you are doing such a good job of stripping; I think I will let you relieve me of my clothes”.

The three of them were soon naked and with 6 busy hands at work Jean quickly joined them. A full pussy sized wet patch was observed and enjoyed by the trio when removing her panties. They placed her in the doggie position as they decided on an opening routine of one cock in her pussy and another in her mouth. The third male would use his hands mainly on her breasts and nipples; but also up her inner thighs.

Jean was very happy with anything they wanted to do; as long as one of their cocks was doing the business of pounding her. She sucked on their cocks as if she was nurturing them in appreciation for the pleasure they were bringing. The taste of the cum was assuring her they were well primed and capable of good fucking.

During the first fuck fest session with Jean; the three had discovered that any inhibitions they may have had about fucking an already cum filled cunt had been well and truly banished. The body Jean possessed most certainly had a lot to do with that; as it was not lacking in any department.

Jean loved her pussy banged fast and hard the boys had soon discovered; and they each done their utmost to ensure she was not disappointed. It got to the point when her orgasms surpassed the combined total of the cock blessed male trio. The boys had emptied 7 or 8 loads of cum between them in her pussy as well as one each in her mouth.

“Cock and cunt break; let’s charge our glasses before some anal it was joked.

The four of them were sprawled naked over the floor; each with a look of total content as they enjoyed their drink. It did not matter that there was cum all over their bodies; especially Jeans as they continued lovingly caressing her. They had for cleanliness sake arranged to fuck her ass last. Although Jean definitely loved pussy fucking the most, she was not going to pass up the chance of a three cock anal. The boys were also looking forward to something that was a rarity in their lives.

“I will lean forward with my head on the settee and my knees on the floor; open my cheeks for each other and enter at will” smiled Jean.

The sight of her like that soon had their cocks eager to perform; the first entered carefully thinking anal was a lot different to cunt fucking. He got into a slow rhythm as all their hands reached for her naked flesh.

“Don’t worry I have adjusted now, give me all you have got; fast as you like” moaned Jean.

Orgasms soon followed as her ass was hit hard; and her clit excited by agile movement of heads to use their tongues. After all were satisfied by their share of ass fucking Jean poured more drinks; before asking them if they would perform one more time before leaving.

“Anything at all” they all laughed in agreement.

“I have never had three cocks in all my holes at the same time; I dream of them all cumming inside me together in a orgasm fest”.

She waited for their reaction; it was one of huge smiles and a shout of “Who goes where”?

They all went to the bathroom and stood in the shower; it was decided the best thing to do after anal even though one of them would be re- entering. It was a great pleasure for the boys to see Jean taking a shower they just looked on in admiration. All three wanted to get in with her; but because of space it would have denied the other two.

They each had another drink and decided whose cock was going in which hole; knowing there would almost certainly be a next time. The four of them decided Jean would lie on the floor resting on her side; she would then assist with the double penetration. Once that was established it would be easy to manoeuvre her head in order to accept the blow job.

“That feels oh so fucking good” her ass and pussy were accessed smoothly and soon working at their respective targets.

“Feed it in me” she begged raising her head. He kneeled down and without hindrance placed it deep inside her open mouth.

The three began pushing each in a great state of satisfaction; it was clear that Jeans sighs although stifled by a mouthful of cock were ones of delight revelling in lust.

The one in her pussy said “She wants us all to cum at once so raise your hand when you are ready”.

He was already ready and her ass fucker indicated he was; the face fucker pulled her head and was soon signalling he too was ready.

“On the count of three blow your cocks hard into her”.

There was a unanimous moan of orgasm as three loads of cum were discharged into each of Jeans accepting holes. Her own body shook and shook giving her multiples she never expected in her wildest fantasy.

Dean arrived home the following evening and after a relaxing meal and drink Jean convinced him an early night was needed. Dean soon discovered the early night was more for her benefit as she plunged her mouth over his cock. He was pleased to think she had missed him so much remarking “I feel very privileged to be the one that satisfies your sexual desires”.

They would make love randomly throughout the weekends with Dean returning to work on Monday’s; happy knowing they had a passionate, loving relationship. The following three months continued in the same vein. They tried everything physically possible during the Thursday sessions as each became a self taught qualified fuckster.

Like everything though things did eventually change. Dean’s contract job was nearing completion; and he was wanted by numerous firms. He dropped a bombshell though by asking Jean “Will you marry me? I can get a job local so I can be home every night with you”.

Jean could not say no despite her Thursday romps she had really fallen in love with him. It was decided he would sell his apartment and buy Julie’s share in the house. Julie wanted to remain abroad with her boyfriend and their marriage was imminent so she was delighted.

Jean would leave her job for one with daytime hours; “In the evenings it will be just the two of us” said Dean with a smile.

“Even on Thursdays” thought Jean, but she knew the sacrifice was worth it.

The last week at their jobs came and Jean was determined it should end with a farewell Thursday night romp. She considered them very good friends and sex was the natural way of saying goodbye.

They gathered at Jeans house with bottles of champagne; although it was somewhat sad they were determined to wind it up on a high. They sat drinking, talking and laughing at the memories of the secret escapades the four of them had carried out.

Suddenly there was a phone call “Jean stay up I will be home in two hours; they said I might as well go home tonight as the job is finished”.

“Can’t wait Dean; drive carefully”.

“We better go now; all the best in your new life Jean” the trio said.

“Not on your fucking life the only thing we have never had together is a quickie”.

At that she raised her skirt and dropped her panties to her ankles. “We are having our farewell fuck; get your cocks out and blast me”.

The three did just that; by opening their zips only the trio had each shot their loads up her within 15 minutes.

“The champagne is your leaving gift along with this” they handed her an envelope with about a thousand pounds in. “If you ever need us for anything; you know where to find us”.

Jean had everything in the house normal for Dean’s arrival.

It was decided Jean and Julie would have a double wedding in Thailand with close family also flying out. Needless to say the girls managed passion between the sheets while the boys were in the bar. It turned out to be a most memorable holiday for everyone.

Jean never lost her appetite for sex; and Dean needed every last ounce of energy he possessed jokingly saying “I think I am going to need help from the rest of the bus again soon”

She replied with a twinkle in her eye “Do you think you could arrange it”?

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The party is caught up in the embrace of a plant monster, drunk on its aphrodisiac spores.

The Knight and the Acolyte
Book Nine: Blossoming Danger
Chapter Seven: Flowering Passion
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

Note: Thanks to B0b for beta reading this.

Knave Angela – Drakin Castle, The Haunted Forest

Dust danced through the beams of sunlight as I raised my big, heavy tit to my mouth and licked at the salty cum staining my mound. I moaned, savoring the flavor of the swarthy orc’s jizz. My tongue dragged across my pale flesh to my pink nipple coated in a glob of his cum.

I sucked it into my mouth, tingles racing through me. I shivered, a heady thrill racing through me, growing with every breath. Thrak’s dick thrust hard before him, the pierced tip twitching as he watched me suck on my nipple. Pleasure shivered through me down to my wet, dripping pussy.

It was so hot searching for the last piece of the High King’s sword this way. It was here, somewhere, in the Biomancer Vebrin’s ancient ruins. My pussy clenched. Maybe it was in there. Maybe Thrak had to fuck his huge cock into me to find it.

I stretched out on the floor, my naked body undulating, my lips still sucking on my nipple. The vines and their beautiful, ivy leaves blushing to purple at the center, moved towards me. I spread my legs as the leaves brushed my sides.

My nipple popped out of my mouth as a vine with a purple flower crawled up my side. “Mmm, Thrak, maybe the piece of the sword’s hidden in my cave.” My fingers slid down my body, trailing tingles. I reached my shaved pussy, parting my folds. “Maybe you have a way to explore it.”

Thrak grinned, stroking his cock. “I think I have the perfect tool right here.”

I shivered as he rose to his towering height. The flowering vine wrapped about my pillowy mound, squeezing in as the soft petals of the flower nuzzled at the cum staining my tit. I gasped as it drank the jizz.

“Naughty flower,” I giggled.

Thrak only grunted. “Must be a female flower. They come in different sexes on some plants, some male and some female. Others have both.”

“Oh, hermaphrodite plants. I bet that’s Matar’s work. She is the Mother of Nature.” I giggled at that as the flower licked up more cum, drawing nearer to my nipple.

“Yes, that is a leading theory,” Thrak said, falling to his knees and seizing my legs. He lifted my hips, bringing my pussy to his big, thick cock.

The flower reached my nipple, engulfing it, the petals forming a tight seal. I gasped, the flower sucking at my nub. I tossed my head from side to side as it went to work pleasuring me. I groaned, my eyes fluttering.

And then the orc stabbed his dick into my pussy.

My thighs locked around the swarthy orc’s waist, my thighs feeling his hard muscles. His scarred chest was masculine perfection. He was such a brute. So powerful. So ravishing. His cock ring slid through my pussy walls as he speared me.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned. “Probe my cave. Make sure the final piece of the High King’s sword isn’t in me.”

“Yes,” he snarled. “Oh, you have such a hot, tight, wet cunt. You want this so bad.”

“So bad,” I squealed. “Just pound me. Ream me. Make me explode on that wonderful cock. Oh, yes, Thrak, I need it. I want it. Flood me with your jizz.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” he snarled, his face twisting with pleasure. That amazing cock ring rubbed so hard on my pussy walls as they clung to his thick, plunging cock.

The vine wrapped about my tit clenched and relaxed, squeezing my tit into a big mound as the flower sucked so greedily at my nipple. My nub throbbed and my areola tingled. The soft petals caressed it.

My hips pumped and writhed, my head tossing back and forth. My eyes fluttered. I moaned and gasped, my tits jiggling from the force of Thrak’s cum. He fucked me the way only a powerful warrior could. No restraint, driving his dick into my depths. Stimulating me with the friction of hard cock and harder piercing. My clit throbbed against his pubic bone. His balls thwacked my taint.

“Yes,” I hissed, my hand stroking a leaf. The flower shivered, sucking harder as my finger traced down to the purple heart of the leaf, running along the central vein. “Oh, yes, suck my nipple while Thrak fucks me!”

Another flowering vine caressed my face. The sweet scent of its purple flower filled my nose. The scent was so familiar. Like marigolds. And then the plant nuzzled at my lips. I licked at it, tasting the nectar hidden in the petal’s folds.

The flower on my nipple sucked harder, the vine clenching about my tit.

“You’re eating out the flower,” groaned Thrak. “Tonguing it like you would Sophia’s pussy.”

“Yes,” I moaned into the flower. I nuzzled in the heart of the petals. The nectar was so sweet, so familiar.

My body shivered and shuddered. I clenched down on Thrak’s thrusting cock over and over. My hips pumped into his thrusts. My eyes rolled back into my head as I tongued the flower. Thrak leaned over me, planting his hands on the ground, pounding me even harder.

A vine wrapped about his swarthy torso, clenching on his muscles. A flower found his nipple, latching on to the small, dark nub. Thrak grunted, reaming his huge dick faster and faster into me, churning my depths into a froth.

That cock… Damn, it was the best cock.

The flower sucked harder at my nipple. The more I tongued the one kissing my mouth, the more the other loved my nipple. Something almost like a tongue, the tip sticky, played with my nipple as it sucked, building the pleasure churning in my pussy’s depths.

“Gods, Angela, that cunt,” he grunted, slamming into me. “Such a hungry hole. Gewin’s mighty cock, you want my cum.”

“I do,” I moaned into the flower. “I… Pater’s cock!”

My orgasm burst in my depths. Hot, spasming pleasure shuddered through me. My body heaved and my eyes fluttered. The hot pleasure stabbed through me. I groaned and gasped, bucking into his thrusts. My pussy spasmed on his dick, growing even more sensitive. I felt that cock piercing slam into my depths, stimulating me.

The pleasure surged hot through me. I groaned, gasped, bucking into his thrusts. His meaty balls thwacked into me as I shivered and moaned. My nipple throbbed in the sucking flower. I moaned into the flower kissing my mouth, brushing its sticky depths, loving the test of her nectar.

I know I’ve licked a pussy that tasted like this before. But it was so hard to think. This place was magical.

“Gewin’s mighty cock!” bellowed Thrak as he buried into my depths.

His hot cum spurted into me. I shivered, my pussy milking that big shaft. His jizz splashed in me. So thick. I shivered, my hips undulating, my thighs gripping his waist. His pierced face twisted in primal passion above me.

“Gods,” he groaned, the final blast of his jizz flooding me. “One of the flowers is sucking on my balls.”

I giggled. “Mmm, they’re so big and fun to play with.”

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Xerathalasia

The purple flower sucked harder on my cock, petals wrapped about my shaft. This was all wrong. I shouldn’t have a cock right now. I was in the middle of my cycle. My dick only sprouted when I was in heat, three days out of the moon’s phase. It was too early.

“This… is… wrong,” I groaned while Sophia writhed on the ground, wrapped up in vines, my cum spilling out of her pussy.

I had fucked her. I shouldn’t have done that. She was sworn to Saphique. She was never supposed to fuck a cock. I had robbed her over her connection to her goddess. She was no longer an acolyte. And she didn’t seem to care.

“Oh, that was the best,” she moaned.

Why didn’t she care?

It was so hard to think. The flower sucked on my dick. The tip tingled and throbbed. My eyes rolled back into my head. The sticky scent of the flower caressed the crown of my dick as it sucked, the purple-stained leaves twitching.

This ivy wasn’t natural. It shouldn’t move. I breathed in, my nose tingling. My ears twitched. Dust floated through the air, illuminated by beams of sunlight spearing through holes in the ruined castle and…

My eyes opened.

“Pollen. You naughty plant. Your pollen is in the air it’s…” My dick throbbed. I had to focus.

But that sucking flower. My dick ached to cum. Needed to cum. The pressure built in the depths of my pussy. Juices dribbled down my thighs. My pleasure shivered through me. I clenched my hands. I had to rip the flower off my dick.

“Matar’s cock,” I cursed. It felt so good.

My hands flexed, wanting to rip my cock from the flower, to tear off the vine entwined about my leg. How had that even happened? This pollen…

The flower flexed, suckling with a hungry passion. I shivered, my pussy clenching. Juices beaded down my thighs as my ears wiggled faster and faster. This plant, this monstrous creation of the Biomancer Vebrin, had to be stopped.

After I orgasmed.

“That’s it,” I groaned. “You just want to suck all the cum out of me. Oh, yes. Oh, Matar’s cock, yes!”

The pleasure swelled through me. My ears twitched more and more as I shivered, shuddered. It was so great. The bliss shivered through my body. I groaned, eyes fluttering. My fingers clenched, unclenched.

My hips thrust forward, my dick sliding deeper into the flower. More and more of its petals covered the shaft. It sucked with such greedy hunger. Sophia writhed on the floor, gasping, moaning as the vines held her. It was too much. I couldn’t pay attention to her and keep any bit of my sanity. My toes curled.

My cum spurted hot, hard into the hungry flower’s mouth.

“Yes, yes, drink it down,” I moaned in elvish. “You love it. You naughty flower!”

Jizz boiled out of the depths of my ovaries, shooting out my cock. So much seed. And the flower drank it down, the vine constricting about my leg. The leaves shivered in orgasmic delight. The plant monster loved my seed.

The pleasure peaked in me. A wonderful plateau of rapture. And then I groaned, tits heaving. My dick throbbed, the flower still sucking on it. Eager for more cum. It was greedy for it. If I let it, it would keep sucking me until…

I passed out from exhaustion. Died.

It was killing us achingly slow. But that gave me time to find the source, to kill it. Sophia was lost, bound and gasping, not caring about anything. I could hear the others moaning through the building, the plant shuddering.

But it didn’t seem to affect me as much. Why?

My nose tingled as I breathed. My dick throbbed.

“No,” I snarled and seized the vine. I yanked the sucking flower off my cock. My tip popped out. I shivered, wanting to let go, to enjoy the plant.

It didn’t fight as I unwounded it from my leg. I pulled away, fading marks on my pale, greenish skin. I stumbled out of the room, my eyes scanning. There had to be a source, a place where the vine sprouted from. That was what I had to find.

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Acolyte Sophia

The wonderful vines held me tight, my arms over my head, my legs spread wide. I was helpless.

I loved it.

I moaned, the flowers sucking on my nipples. Another flower with a thick stamen-cock pushed to my mouth. I opened wide, exploring it with my tongue, loving the nectary flavor of the flower-dick. I sucked on it, cheeks hollowing.

No wonder Angela was always after Xera when she became a hermaphrodite. This was so much fun. Why didn’t I ever join her?

I knew there had to be a reason. Because of a vow that…

I moaned in delight, another flower cock nudging at my cum-filled pussy. I shivered, eager to be filled by another shaft again. Elf-dicks were amazing. And I hoped flower-dicks were just as good. The stamen-cock slid up and down my slit, jizz leaking out.

And thrust into me.

I moaned about the flower-cock in my mouth, cheeks hollowing as I sucked on it. My pussy clenched. The stamen-dick thrust deep into my cunt. My pussy walls clenched on it, loving the ticklish feel. It was different than Xera’s elf-cock.

But just as fun.

My body writhed, pulling at the vines holding me. They were firm, taut. I groaned, my tongue swirling about the flower-dick reaming my mouth. It fucked in and out of me, using me. I loved it. Shivers ran through my body.

This was so naughty.

I was a naughty acolyte. A flower-whore.

My hips undulated, meeting the thrusts of the flower-cock. Soft petals caressed my clit and pussy lips every time the shaft buried into my pussy. I shivered, clenching my pussy down on it, increasing the ticklish friction.

Pleasure fluttered through me. Hot and wonderful. My eyes fluttered. I breathed in through my nose, savoring the tingling thrill of every inhalation. The flowers on my nipples sucked harder, my nubs aching.

So good. Almost every bit of me was used. Leaves caressed my stomach. My every breath was full of sweet nectar. The flower had the same perfume as Xera’s elf-pussy. She tasted like marigolds. My toes curled, my pussy clenching again on the thrusting stamen-dick as a ripple of delight washed through me.

My orgasm built.

I moaned about the plunging flower cock. The purple petals fluttered over my eyes, curling and expanding as I pleasured the plant. It loved my body. It caressed me, gave me such pleasure. I could lie here forever being fucked.

My eyes widened. The naughty plant nuzzled another flower against my asshole. A long, sticky stamen-dick pressed between my butt-cheeks. Hot thrill throbbed through me. If I could speak, I would beg for it to fuck my asshole with its big, thick flower-dick.

But I couldn’t. I shouldn’t. I swore a vow to…

The flower-dick thrust into my asshole. I moaned my delight. The sticky stamen-shaft penetrated me. My asshole parted for it. Hot friction warmed from my bowels, meeting the heat generated in my pussy’s depths.

Both flower-cocks thrust into my holes, reaming me. I had one in each of them. Mouth, pussy, ass. I was a true flower-slut. A plant-whore.

I bucked and thrashed, the ticklish stamen-cocks reaming pussy and asshole. I sucked so hard about the flower-dick in my mouth. My nipples throbbed. The leaves caressed my sensitive skin. My clit throbbed every time the soft petals brushed it.

I squeezed my eyes shut and came.

The pleasure burst in my depths. My body thrashed in my restraints. I screamed my bliss around the stamen-cock fucking my mouth. Hot rapture shivered through me. Stars burst in my eyes as I savored the forbidden pleasure.

This was so wrong. So taboo. I shouldn’t enjoy this. But I did.

So much.

My pussy and asshole writhed about their dicks, milking them. My tongue swirled about the stamen-cock, pressing my tongue stud into the thick stalk. The vines tightened around my body. The leaves rustled. The flowers sucked so hard at my nipples.

All three flower-cocks erupted.

Nectar-jizz pumped into my holes. It splashed into my pussy and asshole. It spurted into my mouth. The sweet delight swirled around my tongue. I gulped it down with greedy lust like it was the pussy juices from my Queen. My body shivered, more pleasure surging through me. Orgasm after orgasm rippled through me as the plant fucked me over and over, pumping its nectar into my body.

I loved it. I hoped this never ended. I would just lie here for eternity.

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Chaun

I groaned as I pulled my dick from Minx’s asshole. The halfling knelt before me, wrapped in vines. They were around me, too. I groaned, lust surging through me. It was hard to think, to want anything other than sex.

It was the best.

I hoped my wife Aurora was enjoying this.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Minx panted as a flower slid between the small cheeks of her asshole. “Oh, Chaun, its sucking out your cum.”

I groaned, watching the purple petals latch onto her asshole. The flower contracted like a blacksmith billows. The halfling tossed her head, her metallic-red hair flying. The flower-cock still fucked her pussy, nectar-jizz dripping out around the thick shaft.

A vine wrapped about my cock, a flower at the tip. It nuzzled at my cock, licking it with a sticky nub. It cleaned my cock of Minx’s ass. The vine constricted around the base of my dick and relaxed, making my tip throb.

“That’s it, you dirty flower,” I groaned. “Clean that halfling’s ass from my dick.”

“Suck his cum from my ass,” moaned Minx. “You are such a slutty flower. Oh, yes. Mmm, I love it.”

“Yes,” I panted, the flower working around my dick, eager to taste ever bit of Minx’s sour bowels.

“Why do some have cocks and others pussies?” the halfling moaned.

“Ask Faoril or Thrak,” I grunted. My eyes widened. Another flower on the same vine sucked on my balls, nuzzling at all three of my nuts. “Las’s putrid cum, you are one whorish plant. Suck my balls and clean the halfling’s ass from my dick.”

“And keep fucking me,” moaned Minx. “You hermaphroditic plant. You have both! Pussies and cocks! Love it!”

Another flower nuzzled at my balls, two sucking petal-lips working, massaging them as the third flower neared the tip of my midnight dick. The green vine wrapped about my cock contrasted with my black skin.

And then it reached the top. “Pater’s cock!”

The flower sucked and bobbed, petals caressing my sensitive crown. My cum boiled in my balls. The other flowers playing with my three balls, nuzzling and sucking back and forth, massaged them. The sensations raced up to the tip of my dick. I shivered, my eyes locked on the flower sucking on Minx’s asshole.

“I love this plant,” Minx panted.

“Yes,” I groaned. “I hope the others are enjoying it, too.”

I sank back onto my ass, then stretched out on my back. Vines and leaves brushed my body as I savored the flower sucking on the tip of my dick. My balls throbbed, ached. The cum built and boiled. This wasn’t a bad way to spend eternity.

Pleasured by flowers.

The pressure built and built in my balls. I groaned, my hips fucking up into the air, pressing my dick deeper into the flower’s embrace. It’s soft, wet petals sucked so hard, the flower constricting about my nub, a splash of purple on the end of my dick.

No, it wasn’t bad at all.

I groaned, my eyes squeezing shut as the pressure built and built in my balls. The plants caressed them, teased them, drove me wild. My balls boiled. They had to explode. To cum. I thrust my hips up, all three flowers sucking so hard.

And came.

Pleasure shivered through my body with every blast of jizz from my three balls erupted out my dick. The flower on my cock drank my cum, leaves rustling around me. Minx moaned in the background, pleasured by the plant. It was wonderful.

Paradise.

The flower lifted up from my cock. My jizz dripped down its petals. The vine unwound from my dick. For one moment, I had nothing pleasure me, and then a new flower arrived, latching onto my dick, sucking so hard. I shivered, eager to give the plant more jizz.

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Minx

Another flower nuzzled up to my face, cum dripping on it. “Ooh, Chaun, yum.”

“Huh?” he moaned behind me.

I nuzzled my lips into one flower, my asshole aching as another flower sucked on it, and my pussy clenching as a third fucked it with a stamen-dick. I tongued through the sweet nectar of the flower, tasting so much like Xera’s pussy, and shuddered at the salty cum. The two flavors mixed together into a wonderful delight.

I really needed to eat cum out of Xera’s twat. If we found another elf to fuck… Like her wife. Maybe I could be both their lover. Was that a solution to our…

I blinked as I breathed in, my head dizzy with passion. I moaned, tonguing at the flower, licking Chaun’s cum out of the petal’s depths. I shivered, loving the two delights mixed together, my pussy clenching and relaxing on the flower-dick fucking me hard.

“Yes,” I moaned. “Cernere’s nimble fingers, this is the best. Fuck my pussy and suck on my ass.”

I licked through the flower-pussy again, swirling through delicate folds, searching for more of Chaun’s cum. The petals caressed my lips and cheeks, brushing my nose. My asshole tingled. More and more cum rose out of my depth. The flower sucked so hard.

I shivered, another orgasm building and building in the depths of my pussy. My hips wiggled, bucking back into the thick flower-cock reaming my depths. I moaned into the flower-cunt, tonguing it as the my body convulsed.

“Make me cum again,” I moaned. “Flood me with more of your nectar-spunk.”

“Suck my cock,” Chaun groaned in the background.

My tongue wiggled deep into the flower pussy, reaching towards the base where the vine started. It was so hot and juicy. More of Chaun’s salty cum coated my small, nimble tongue. I loved it. Heat burned and swelled through me with every breath. The flower smelled so good.

Everything was so good.

My pussy spasmed about the flower dick. Pleasure cascaded through my body. Hot, surging bliss washed out of my pussy. My asshole clenched, forcing out more cum into the flower’s hungry mouth. I shivered, moaning into the flower-cunt.

“So good! Cernere’s black cunt! Yes! Yes, fuck me you wonderful flower!”

My body quivered. Delight shivered through me. I moaned, gasped. My eyes rolled back into my head. Sparks burst and exploded through me. I loved it. My pussy massaged the dick, eager for the flood of sweet nectar.

Juices squirted into my mouth. Jizz into my depths. I gasped, the flower sucking on my asshole also gushing a flood of nectar. The pussy-nectar filled my bowels. I groaned, savoring the heat in my asshole. The thicker nectar-jizz basted my cunt. I gulped down more nectar cream, wiggling, groaning.

I loved this. The best plant ever. It was a hermaphrodite. Pussy and cock for me to love for eternity.

What about Xera…?

The flowers caressed my clit as the stamen-dick pumped me full of jizz. I shivered, another orgasm exploding through me. I moaned out my delight, my arms and knees buckling. I fell onto my stomach, quivering, my nipples aching on the stone floor.

The flowers moved, the dick popping out of my ass. It came to my lips, dripping in my lavender-scented pussy cream. I opened wide, sucking on it while the flower sucking at my asshole nuzzled down to my pussy.

And devoured the nectar-jizz leaking out of me. Oh, what a naughty plant.

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Aurora Xandra

The vines flipped Faoril and I over. We were on our asses now, the huge, double-headed stone dildo trapped in both our cunts. It filled us up. Our legs scissored together as our pussies slid down the shaft until they pressed together. Facing each other, we humped and ground, tribbing each other while we were stuffed full of the fake cock.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I sang out, holding her tight, our clits grinding together. The dildo shifted in my pussy, moving by inches. The friction intense, buzzing through my body.

“Oh, this is wonderful,” gasped Faoril as flowers nuzzled at her round breasts. They engulfed her nipples. She humped harder. “Oh, I love it.”

“Uh-huh,” I panted, our bodies bound together by the vines. All we could do was hump and love each other. “Yes, you naughty plant!”

Flowers latched onto my nipples. They contracted like little bellows, sucking at my nipples with their delicate petals. Little fronds inside tickled my nubs. Tingles raced down to my pussy. I clenched down hard on the dildo filling me. I was so glad Faoril made it with her naughty magic. My sky-blue hair danced around my head. Her nose ring flashed in a beam of sunlight.

We both made sweet music. My voice trilled delightful notes while Faoril’s were more primal. They were off-key but beautiful in her own way. I could feel the emotion of them as our clits rubbed and kissed, sparking delight through our bodies.

“Oh, Gods, yes,” she panted, her short, brown hair swaying about her cute face.

A new flower rose up, a huge stamen-dick thrusting from it. My eyes widened. It was fuzzy like a flower frond, and yellow in color. Nectar dripped from the tip, thick and clear like precum. I leaned forward, licking at the tip, gathering the sweet delight.

“Oh, that’s good,” I moaned.

Faoril nuzzled in, too. She licked, our tongues meeting, brushing each other. “Ooh, what type of magic will your cum be good for, flower?”

“Let’s find out,” I moaned.

“Gods, yes!”

Together, we tongued and nibbled on the tip of the flower dick, our hips tribbing our pussies together. My cunt clenched and relaxed on the huge dildo filling me. Pleasure rippled through my body, meeting the delight tingling my nipples. I moaned, my cheek pressed against Faoril’s as we pleasured the plant.

Sweet precum stained our chins and cheeks. It smeared between us as we kissed around the flower-cock. Our lips brushed each other as we sucked on the tip. There was no slit, the precum instead pouring out of little pores.

I latched my lips on the tip, sucking hard. A shiver ran through me. I humped against Faoril, the pleasure building inside of me. She licked at my chin, shivering her delight, her arms holding me tight as I bobbed my mouth.

“My turn,” she moaned. “Please, please, Xandra, I need to suck that dick.”

I popped my mouth off. “Aurora. I’m Aurora now. Chaun named…”

My words trailed off. I was forgetting something important. And then Faoril engulfed the dick, sucking so hard, with such a ferocity. Her cheeks hollowed, dimpling. I gasped, licking at her cheek, gathering the sweet nectar staining it.

The orgasm built inside of me. I gasped and moaned as we passed the flower-dick back and forth, sucking for a few moments, teasing it with our tongue, before sharing the nectar. The flowers sucked harder on my nipples.

“Pater’s cock,” moaned Faoril. “I’m going to cum again.”

“Yes,” I panted, my eyes rolling back into my head. “So hard. Mmm, let’s explode.”

“Uh-huh.”

Our tongues flailed and circled around the tip as we humped so hard against each other. Our bodies shivered and shuddered. Heat churned between our thighs. We humped together with such wanton need. We had to cum. We had to explode. It drove us both to be so naughty. My eyes rolled back into my head as it built, my pussy clenching and clenching on the dildo.

And exploded.

Juices squirted out around the stone cock. They splattered Faoril’s pussy. She shivered, moaning as she sucked on one side of the flower-dick. Then her hot juices gushed out, mixing with mine. We gasped, moaned. The pleasure boiled through my mind.

“Luben’s sacred oaths,” I cried out.

And then the flower-dick erupted. Nectar-cum spurted across our faces, a thick, white cream. A dozen streams splashed on us, erupting across the tip. I shivered, licking my lips, tasting the sweet delight. It felt like cum, but tasted so different.

I loved it. I wanted to drink this cum always.

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Warlock Faoril

Life magic swelled in me. The cum burst with it. I gulped down the flower-jizz, my head swaying. I could do so much with this jizz and…

I kissed Aurora. Why did I care what I could do with this cum? I just had to enjoy it. We both shivered, cumming together. Our tongues swirled about each other. My nipples ached and throbbed. More flower-jizz splattered our cheeks as we shared our kiss. I held her tight, our tongues dancing.

So good. It was wonderful. I was lost to this pleasure. I never wanted it to stop. I wanted to keep cumming on the stone dildo, tribbing Aurora wrapped up in the tight vines, drinking such delicious, sweet cum.

It was almost better than the salty delight from my husband’s big dick.

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Xerathalasia

I moved through the castle, fighting the urge to join the others. Their moans echoed through the halls. Vines grew everywhere, reaching for me, caressing my hard dick with leaves and flowers. Others with their own dicks tried to nuzzle between my thighs and fuck me.

And I so wanted to let them fuck me.

My nipples tingled, my ears twitched, my pussy throbbed, and my dick ached. Juices flooded down my thighs. I had never been more wet in my life. Precum dribbled from the tip of my dick. I shivered, shuddering, fighting the intensity of the heat building and churning in me. It wanted to fill me to the brim. I ached for it so much.

“Gods,” I groaned. “Matar guide me. Henta lead me clear. Don’t let my senses be deceived.”

I breathed in through my nose, trying to detect which direction the perfume lay the strongest. My ears tingled, feeling the delicate air currents wafting through the ruined castle. I clenched my hands as I delved into the castle’s bowels, the moans and gasps of my companions dwindling.

The deeper I went, the denser the foliage. Entire walls covered in vines and their leaves, pushing through holes to find the daylight above. Slowly, year by year, the plant had destroyed the castle, tearing apart the stones.

The heady scent grew stronger. My lusts boiled hotter. It was all I could do to keep stumbling forward, my hand stroking my cock. I left behind spurts of cum, painting purple-blushing leaves and ancient stone with my seed. A trail of pussy cream splattered in my wake.

I reached stairs overflowing with vines. They were so thick, covering the walls, stairs and ceilings before spilling out into the hallway. The source was down there. I could smell the nectar beckoning me. I groaned, stepping onto the vines.

They were plants, accepting my weight, not slowing me. I could walk through the densest brush with ease. Elves were born of the element of life, we were attuned to it. And nature recognized us, even one so mutilated by the Biomancer.

Anger surged in me, driving back the lust. This poor thing was a normal, living creature before the mad warlock twisted it into this cum-hungry, pussy-loving, sex-obsessed monster. It had to be stopped somehow, put out of its misery.

The stairs twisted down and down, a screw driven into the earth. The purple flowers glowed, shedding an ethereal light across everything. It was as bright as starlight. Enough for me to see by. The poor thing had to press out so far to find daylight after the Biomancer’s abrupt disappearance. He was probably killed by one of his foul creations. Maybe this one.

I smiled at the thought. Fucked to death by his own monster.

I reached the bottom. The vines were just as thick here, choking through room after room, spilling into them in the creature’s quest for sunlight. I moved down it, my feet graceful, avoiding the slow moving vines that wanted to touch me.

The scent grew stronger and stronger. The violet glowed brighter, spilling out of a doorway choked with budding tendrils. Only a narrow aperture was left. I grimaced, squeezing through it, my breasts crushed to my chest. My nipples aching. A flower latched onto my dick.

“Matar’s cock,” I moaned as it sucked so hard.

I groaned and pulled myself through, spilling into a graceful crouch in the room. Flowered vines hung from the ceiling, flowing with their soft light. It was warm, humid in here. In the center lay a single, large bud, a flower as big as me, petals sealed tight, a blush of purple at the top.

The leaves rustled. I thought I heard words in them, my brain finding pattern in the meaningless noise. My ears twitched as I thought I heard “you came.”

And then I froze as the leaves kept rustling. There were words in them. Elvish words. I heard a long greeting. I swallowed and said, “You’re speaking to me?”

…Yes, cousin…

…Finally, someone has made it…

…My pollen is too strong now…

…I am too ancient…

…Overwhelm…

“Cousin?” I asked, swallowing.

The giant bud opened. Inside lay not the familiar stamen and pistil found in a natural flower, but a form, a woman, her purple flesh half melted into the petals, arms and legs vanishing at knees and elbows. The flower spread out from her body, a smooth transition. She had delicate features, her ears pointed, twitching, a cock thrusting from the folds of her pussy.

“Matar’s cock,” I gasped. “You’re an elf.”

…Was, cousin…

Tears burned in my eyes as I moved forward to her. She quivered, her large breasts jiggling, nipples hard and dark purple. Her eyes were glossy with tears. She opened her mouth, moved it, but the words rustled from the leaves around me.

…Alone for so long…

…Only one ever came…

…She showed me the way to the light…

“And she gave you something, right? The woman with red hair.”

…Like fire…

…She shone when she came in here…

…So weak…

…But then she left…

…Alone…

…But you’re here…

“And I can’t stay. My companions, the ones you are fucking upstairs, we need what she gave you. Then we have to leave. We have a quest.” Tears fell down my cheeks. “I’m so sorry.”

…Of course…

…No one should have to be trapped here…

…No one…

“Can I do anything for you?” I reached out, touching her cheek, her skin felt so silky. I brushed her tear tract.

…I have grown roots too deep…

…I shall never leave here…

“Never?”

…Will you do something for me?…

…I will give you the sword either way…

…The fire lady made me promise…

…She gave me sunlight…

“What?” I asked, my throat choking.

Vines wrapped about me, pulling me to her body. I didn’t fight her. I pressed down on her form, our large breasts pillowing together, her hard cock rubbed on my stomach as my dick pressed at the folds of her pussy. I gasped as I entered her.

…Do not fear this will marry us…

…I am no longer an elf…

…I am a plant…

…I only need your seed…

…A little more essence to finish what you and your companions have started…

I gasped as her hot pussy sucked at my cock. Her nipples were so hard against mine. “Yes,” I moaned, lusts surging through me. I could no longer fight her pollen. “Yes, Matar, yes!”

My hips pumped. I kissed the flower-elf, our tongues meeting. Her leaves rustled and moaned their pleasure as they whisked together. The flower petals closed around my body, holding me, caressing me as my cock slid through her tight, wet depths.

They sucked at me. My pussy clenched with each thrust. I groaned, the soft friction shivering rapture through my body. She writhed beneath me, undulating her body as her petals held me in a strong embrace.

I broke the kiss. “You’re so hot. So tight.”

…And you are so hard…

…Wonderful…

…Spill your seed in me…

“Yes,” I groaned, driving my cock into her harder, faster. Our flesh slapped together. The force of my thrusts rocked the flower back and forth. It swayed as it cradled me.

My nipples throbbed against her as I kissed her hard again, loving the sweet taste of nectar in her mouth. Her pussy clenched hard on my dick, sucking, eager for my seed. My pussy ached, the pressure building and building in my depths.

…Cum in me…

…Sweet elf…

My ass clenched beneath her caressing petals. She squeezed them as I fucked her. The tip of one petal tickled at my pussy, stroking my lips. I shivered, pleasure shooting to the crown of my dick buried in her hot, tight depths.

I trembled on her, my lusts billowing through me. I gasped, my back arched. I shivered and buried my cock into her. I moaned into her lips as my cum spurted out of my depths and into the flower-elf’s pussy. My seed flooded through her, joining more that was in here. The essence of pussy juices and cum from my companions. Angela, Thrak, Minx, Faoril, Chaun, Sophia, and Aurora merged with mine inside of her.

She quivered, bucking, convulsing beneath me. Her pussy milked my cock.

…Yes…

…Thank you…

…A gift…

“Gift?” I panted as the leaves all rustled loudly, moaning her pleasure. My cum spurted the last time. “What gift?”

The flower-elf smiled up at me, her face twisting in pleasure.

And then she fell still, relaxed, her petals fell away from me. The flowers flowing around me dimmed, their luminescence fading. I gasped, sliding off the flower elf. In the fading light, I witnessed her stem droop.

Dead.

“You didn’t want to be alone,” I whispered, tears falling down my cheeks as darkness swallowed me up.

For a moment, I shivered, trembling, and then a new light glowed. It spilled out of her pussy. A bulb, like from a tulip, glowing with the same light. Her daughter. She had gathered our essence, male and female, to birth a daughter.

I took the bulb, cradling it in my arms. “You want me to take it to other elves, to plant it on our woods so she doesn’t have to alone?”

The flower-elf didn’t answer. She was gone. I hoped her soul was free to find happiness in the Astral Realm, reborn with Matar in the Silvered Forest. I turned, the bulb shedding light, and held the gift entrusted to me.

Then I froze. Something metallic glinted on the edge of my vision. My eyes widened. The sword piece. It lay wrapped in her vines, the final third of the blade. One end a chiseled point, the other jagged where it was broken a thousand years ago.

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Minx

I spasmed, nectar-cum spurting into all three of my holes. The stamen-dicks buried into me. I gulped it down, felt it burn through my pussy and asshole. An intense delight surged through me. My body buzzed with the energy of my orgasm.

The spurting energy overwhelmed me. I spasmed on the ground as every inch of my body buzzed. I groaned, my eyes widening. I felt so alive. I moaned about the spurting flower-dick in my mouth. My pussy and asshole massaged the other two stamen-cocks, milking out all their wonderful jizz.

I felt wonderful.

And then they withdrew. I gasped, spasming on the ground, rolling onto my back as the vines fell limp, the flowers drooping around me. I panted, struggling to catch my breath. I had never cum so hard in my life. I licked the delicious nectar-cum from my lips.

“Oh, wow, that was intense. I loved it! Keep fucking me!”

“Minx,” Chaun groaned, his voice weary.

“I need to cum like that again,” I moaned.

But the vines didn’t move. The flowers lay limp around me.

“You glowed, Minx,” Chaun said. “Violet.”

“I did?” I shivered. “Well, I had a great cum, Chaun.”

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Knave Angela

I blinked, my mind withdrawing from the pleasure. The flower-dicks had stopped fucking me. Thrak groaned nearby, standing up, ripping away the vines clinging around his muscular body. The broke away easily. None of the leaves rustled.

“Gods,” I groaned. “What was that thing?”

“The dust in the air is gone,” Thrak said. “The plant’s pollen’s. Gewin’s cock, we breathed it.”

“I feel like Minx hit us with her lust bomb.” I shivered. “Why did it stop?”

“The plant’s dead.”

Xera stood in the doorway, her thighs matted with glistening juices, her pussy lips swollen. She must have been fucked as much as I had. She held something to her breast. A plant’s bulb. In her other hand she held—

“You found it!”

“She gave it to me,” Xera said, staring down with sadness at the bulb. “After entrusting her child to me.”

“She?” I blinked.

“The plant?” Thrak asked.

Xera nodded. “She died. She was tired of being lonely. She only wanted to birth a daughter. When this is over, I’ll plant her daughter in the Deorc Forest. She won’t have to live alone.”

“Xera!” Minx beamed, bounding in. “I came so hard I glowed! Ooh, you got it.”

“Yes,” I said, taking the piece of the sword from Xera, my eyes hardening on the halfling. “Still planning on stealing it.”

Minx blinked then groaned. “Did I actually say that?”

I nodded, my hands trembling. The final piece of the sword. All we had to do was travel to the Altar of Souls, reforge the blade, and then face the dragon. And the Altar lay in the desolation. It would be over soon.

“You did,” Xera said. “You joined us to betray us.”

“I had a change of heart,” Minx said. “Ugh, I think you guys rubbed off on me.”

“Gods,” another voice groaned. Sophia stumbled in naked, her body flushed, and her thighs…

My eyes widened. “Sophia! There’s cum dripping out of your pussy.”

My stomach twisted in fear. She had sworn to never touch a man, a cock. When the Karabasan ghost had possessed me, growing a spectral cock, and fucked her, she had lost her connection to her goddess. Only a ritual restored her.

“Your magic,” I said and raced to my concubine to comfort her.

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Lady Delilah

The leaves drooped. The vines fell limp. The flowers curled in. I shook my head as I stared down at Drakin Castle. I sighed. The poor thing. The Biomancer Vebrin was a monster. He deserved whatever fate awaited him in the Astral Realms. I had made the poor thing comfortable, gave her purpose, and she had kept the final piece of the sword safe for Angela’s arrival.

But hope warred with grief for the pain the poor, innocent creature suffered at Vebrin’s hands. Angela had the final piece. She would travel to the Altar of Souls. She would discover her destiny. Nothing would stop her from claiming her ancestor’s throne.

My husband’s High Kingdom would be reborn. And this time, Slata wouldn’t destroy it.

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King Edward IV – Shesax, The Kingdom of Secare

“You let her go?” I demanded of the kneeling knights and priestesses. The expedition sent after Angela had returned, though without Kevin, another of the knights, and two priestesses.

“She is still a knight,” Richard insisted, staring up at me as I sat on my throne in my castle’s grand hall. “She is on her Quest to slay the most dangerous monster that threatens us. She will do what none of the three orders have. I believe she’ll kill Dominari.”

“She’s a criminal.” This could not be happening. Courtiers stared at me from along the wall, whispering, gossiping. I glared down at the knights and priestesses, fear churning through me. They were supposed to bring her back in chains so she could be executed.

I glanced at my wife, worry in her blue eyes. She sat beside me in her own delicate throne, looking radiant. My life and our son’s future was at stake. The prophecy I received on my coronation months ago was clear—she would kill me and take the throne. Angela would revive the High Kingdom of Hamilten.

I would not let her do that.

“You fools! Do you know what you’ve done!” Spittle flew from my face. She must be at Drakin Castle by now. “She’ll recreate the High King’s sword!”

“And slay the dragon,” Richard said, eyes unflinching. “She is not a knave. She had us at her mercy and let us go.”

The priestesses nodded around her. “Our Goddess is most wroth with us, but she was honorable. It was the right thing to—”

“Take them out of my sight,” I bellowed at guards. “Clear the Las-damned court! All of you, out!”

“My love,” Lavinia said, touching my arm. My queen bit her lip, her blonde hair tumbling about a worried face. “Calm.”

“Calm?” I demanded. “How can I be calm when she’s…”

“Your Majesty, are these things best discussed in open court?” my chamberlain, John, asked. The elderly man glancing at the courtiers.

“Why are you still here?” I bellowed at them. “Clear the court!”

They fled as I rose.

This was a disaster. How could she be stopped now. She was on the other side of the kingdoms. She would reach the Altar of Souls and reforge her ancestor’s sword before any forces could be sent. Only a swift courier on pegasus could reach Zeutch in time to warn one of the princes to apprehend her.

“My husband,” Lavinia said, placing her hand on mine. “Peace. This will not help.”

“Peace,” I sneered. “We’re doomed. There is nothing—”

White light pierced through the ceiling. A column of pure brilliance illuminated the center of my hall. A radiant chorus sang. Something descended in the light. Wings rustled. I trembled, eyes wide in shock.

“W-What is this?” I demanded.

“An Angel of Pater and Slata,” gasped John. “Listen to the chorus.”

I trembled. The angels, a race of demigoddesses, served the Father and Mother of the Gods as their messengers. They were only sent at the most dire of moments, to deliver dooms and portends that shook kingdoms and brought down emperors.

The light faded. A beatific woman stood in its place, graceful in a gown of diaphanous white, her lush body’s curves shadows beneath the thin garment. White-feathered wings spread out around her. The chorus hummed as they flapped. A halo of white light burned over her golden hair.

“My mother wishes an audience with you, oh, great King of Secare,” the angel said.

“M-Mother?” I stammered. “Y-You mean Slata herself?”

“Of course,” she smiled. “Will you receive the Mother of All?”

I choked out a single word: “Yes.”

The END of Book Nine

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This is a rewrite of one of my other Possessing The Girl Next Door but this time with a futa element

Stepping out of my own body always feels strange at first. The feeling of weightlessness I get is unlike anything else, almost like floating in water but not. My ethereal body floats over my physical one, looking like it’s asleep on my bed. I begin moving, floating, over to the nearest wall, passing through it with no resistance. On the other side is another bedroom, mirroring mine in layout. I’m not surprised to find the room empty. My neighbours Gabby and Jordan are often up late listening to music so loud I’ve had to knock on their door to ask them to turn it down several times. I move out into the corridor just in time to see a figure slip into the apartments second bedroom. I follow the figure into the room and recognise Jordan as she plugs her phone into an outlet. She doesn’t see me, she can’t see me, as I pass through the room towards her. I position myself just behind her and slowly move forward, entering her body. There’s a brief second as our minds meld and I feel her confusion and fear before I’m able to silence her. Her mind now supressed I begin to test my new body.

–

The first thing I notice is my chest. Jordan’s G cup sized tits make me feel almost top heavy, their weight pulling me forward. The other thing I notice is what’s between my legs, or more importantly what’s not. I step in front of the full length mirror and Jordan’s brown eyes stare back at me as I take in the sight. I’m wearing pyjamas, a black satin shirt with matching shorts that just brush the top of my thighs. I begin unbuttoning the shirt, shrugging it off and letting it drop to the floor. God dam! Jordan’s tits look great. They’re two large pale round natural orbs of fun, jiggling and bouncing as I play with them. Both nipples are pierced with a silver bar and I feel them harden as I pinch them between my thumb and forefinger. I’m surprised by how horny just playing with my nipples is making me and the look on Jordan’s face in the reflection matches how I’m feeling. I let go of my nipples and drop my pyjama shorts, kicking them away. I watch the mirror as I run my hands down my thick yet athletic body. Jordan definitely has a ‘phat ass’ and I grab it in both hands before moving round to my smooth shaved pussy.

–

My pussy. Now that’s a weird thought. My fingers begin exploring my pussy, feeling the dampness my arousal has caused. I slip two fingers inside me, my free hand shooting out to grab the mirror frame in order to steady myself as my legs almost give out.

“Fucking hell!” I gasp, Jordan’s soft voice sounding strange coming from my mouth. A fragment of Jordan’s memory flashes across my mind. I stop fingering myself and turn to the small chest of drawers beside the bed. I pull open the bottom drawer and smile as I look down at the collection of toys inside. There are several vibrators of varying sizes, a ball gag, and a pair of handcuffs.

“Kinky slut.” I whisper to myself as I pull out the largest wand vibrator. I climb on the bed and position myself so I can see my pussy in the mirror as I spread my legs. I turn on the vibrator and it buzzes loudly, almost jumping out my hands it’s so powerful. It slips in my grip and my fingers find a dial which I turn. The vibrations lessen, the loud buzzing now just a gentle vibration. I press the tip of the vibrator against my pussy, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I adjust the position slightly and the waves of pleasure increases, making me cry out in joy.

“Fuck… Oh fuck yes!” I moan as I turn the dial back up on the vibrator.

–

Suddenly there’s a knock on the door and I jump in surprise, the vibrator dropping from my grip as I sit up on the bed.

“Jordan, is everything alright? I thought you said you were just going to put your phone on charge and then be right back.” Gabby’s voice calls out, muffled by the door. I get up off the bed and as I start to make my way around the bed I catch a glimpse of the handcuffs in the drawer of toys. I had planned to possess Gabby separately once I’d finished with Jordan but now I have a different plan. I concentrate on my second ability, feeling a strange pulsing sensation between my legs. I look down and see the head of a cock growing out of my pussy. It continues to grow, surpassing my own, until it reaches nearly 10 inches in length. With a final pulse I feel my ball sack drop and the transformation finish. Gabby knocks on the door again so I quickly grab the handcuffs and hide them behind my back as I open the door with my free hand.

“Hey, are you…” Gabby begins to say, faltering as she notices my naked body, her yes slowly drifting down to my erect cock.

–

Gabby is still fully dressed from a day out with our friends. Our friends? Jordans memories are confused with mine as I remember a day of brunch, shopping, and a trip to the theatre. I ignore the memories and focus back on Gabby. She’s wearing a semi-transparent white blouse, tied together in the front with a knot rather than buttoned up. It hangs loosely off of her left shoulder revealing the strap of her black bra. She’s also wearing a pair of black leather pants, the tight material hugging her skinny legs perfectly. She’d curled her hair today, the locks of light brown hair twirling down her shoulders. God, she looks good, why couldn’t I look like that. I push down Jordan’s thoughts and focus back on my plan.

–

Only a second has passed and as Gabby steps back in shock I reach out with my empty hand to grab hers. She’s too stunned to resist as I pull her into my room and shut the door behind her. She only reacts when I suddenly twist her arm up behind her back, locking the handcuff around her wrist.

“Jordan what are you doing? How have you got a cock?” She gasps as I quickly cuff her other hand behind her back, her voice now filled with fear. She tries to struggle but I overpower her, forcing her face down onto my bed.

“Jordans not here at the moment. It’s just me.” I say as she continues to writhe around underneath me, yelling for me to get off, as I reach back over to the drawer and pull out the ball gag. It takes a few attempts to get the gag in place but once I do Gabby’s yells are reduced to muffled moans.

“Oh Gabby, don’t you get it.” I say, rolling her over onto her back and looking into her big green eyes. “You belong to me now. I’m gonna fuck you and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”

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It takes me several minutes to strip Gabby naked, she kicked and thrashed about as I pulled off her clothes, cutting away her shirt and bra with a switchblade Jordan’s memories had so helpfully shown me. The knife had a secondary use as well, all of Gabby’s resistance ceased, leaving her quiet and demure. Now that she was still, I could take a good look at her naked body. Her tits are small and perky, C Cups according to her now ruined bra. Only her left nipple is pierced, a silver bar almost identical to mine. Her flat stomach is also pierced, this time with a little gemstone that is nestled in her belly button. Like Jordans, her pussy is shaved smooth.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.” I say, as my fingers begin rubbing her pussy. Tears fill Gabby’s eyes, trickling down her cheeks as my fingers slide inside her.

“Oh wow, your pussy is tight, and wet!” I exclaim, raising my fingers to my mouth to sample the dampness from Gabby’s pussy. “Mmm, and you taste good too.”

I lean down and lick the salty tears from her cheeks before moving down to her chest. I kiss each of her tits in turn, playfully biting on her nipples before continuing on my journey down her body.

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With my face now between her legs it takes all my restraint to stop myself from just devouring her pussy. I find myself biting down on her inner thigh, making her cry out it pain as my teeth sink into her soft flesh. When I let go her thigh is marked with my bite, the skin now red and indented. Unable to wait any longer, I lick her pussy. Oh god does it taste good. I lick it again, slower this time. My tongue moving up her lips and finishing on her clitoris, teasing it. I don’t know if the noises Gabby are making are from enjoyment or displeasure but I’m too engrossed in eating her out to care.

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When I finally come up for air my chin is dripping with saliva and pussy juices. Gabby’s legs are covered with finger marks from where I’d been holding onto her, my long nails leaving red scratches.

“Now, I’m gonna take out your gag. Are you going to be a good girl and suck my cock?” I ask, picking up the knife and playing with it absent mindedly. Gabby nods her nod so I put the knife down again and unfasten the ball gag.

“Please, just stop. Please stop.” She begins to beg but stops as I grab the knife and hold it against her throat.

“I never said you could speak, now shut up and suck my cock.” I say angrily as I grab her hair and pull her up onto her knees.

“Please, just stop. If you let me go now, I promise not to say anything.” Gabby begs turning her head away as I slap my cock against her face.

“Jordan, please…” Gabby pleads, trying to pull away from me.

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I slap her. The loud crack of my hand as it hits her face seems to echo around the room as Gabby falls back onto the bed.

“Get up!” I snarl. “Get up and suck this dick.”

Gabby struggles to sit up with her hands behind her back, slowly moving into a kneeling position in front of me. I reach out and grab a handful of her curly hair, dragging her forward so my cock enters her open mouth. She gags as the thick shaft hits the back of her throat, fighting against me as I hold her down. I can feel my cock filling her throat, cutting off her airway. Her eyes begin rolling back in her head as unconsciousness begins to take hold so I pull back.

“You can swallow cock good but how well can you take it?” I ask as I shove her away as she gasps for air. I glance down at my cock and see it dripping with saliva.

“Good, my cocks all lubed up with your saliva. Now go on then, pick. Which hole am I going to fuck first, your pussy, or your ass?” I ask, a grin spreading on my face as all colour drains from hers.

“Please Jordan, just stop this.” Gabby begs again.

“Oh, do you ever shut up. You’re getting fucked so you might as well give up.” I say, picking up the gag and shoving it back into her mouth before pushing her back down on the bed.

“I’m going to fuck your ass first, and if you don’t fight I’ll be gentle.” I say as a fresh wave of tears begin trickling down her cheeks.

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Gabby is now completely unresisting, allowing me to position her with her toned ass stuck up in the air. I hold onto the links binding her wrist together as I guide the tip of my cock towards her asshole. She grunts and squirms as I enter her tight hole. With every inch that enters her I can feel the resistance growing, her ass reaching its breaking point as it stretches open. Gabby is shaking and twitching beneath me, and I know if I took the gag out she would be screaming in pain.

“Yeah, you little slut. Thought you were too good to take it up the ass. Thought you were too special.” I hear myself saying. “Your ex-boyfriend hated that, hated how basic you were. That’s why he kept fucking me whenever he got the chance, even when you were in the room with us.”

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Those hadn’t been my words. My control of Jordans body had slipped, or Jordans desire to fuck Gabby was so strong she’d somehow regained control. I pause for a few seconds as I centre myself, pushing Jordans desires out of my mind. My cock is 3 quarters inside her and as I slowly pull it out I can see Gabby almost collapse with relief.

“That’s enough of your ass. Now for that sweet tasting pussy.” I say. Gabby’s eyes stare blankly upwards as I roll her over onto her back. She only reacts when I lean down and kiss her cheek, flinching away from me slightly. I lean back before pressing my tip against her pussy. Gabby’s eyelids flutter as I slowly push inside her, my hands on her waist. I begin thrusting in and out, feeling my tits bounce in time to my rhythmic movements. I’m surprised by how well she’s able to take my large, I know it took me a few attempts before I could take as much as she is.

“I know your ex wasn’t this big so when did you get so good at taking huge cock in your pussy?” I ask, my hand moving up from her waist to wrap around her throat.

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Again, Jordans thoughts and words spill out of me uncontrollably. I’ve never had issues like this when controlling another person before but feeling Jordans lust rising in me is only making this more enjoyable. I let go of Gabby’s throat and pick up the vibrator. I turn it on, cranking it up to full power, and press it against Gabby’s clit. She bucks and writhes about as the vibrations cause undeniable pleasure to surge through her.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you.” I tease as I see her eyes roll back in her head. She’s on the brink of orgasm despite her reluctance, I can tell. I begin thrusting faster and harder, feeling a pleasure grow in me. This time it’s me who’s about to orgasm. My breathing becomes heavy, exploding out of me in deep gasps. My whole body feels like it’s on fire and it takes all of my control not to lose control of Jordans body. I want to scream as I grow closer and closer to the breaking point.

“Oh, fuck yes!” I yell, pulling back as I orgasm. My cum covers Gabby, the thick white liquid exploding out of me like a torrential flood.

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It takes me a few seconds to regain control and as I do, I look up and down her body. Gabby’s perfect body is drenched in cum and her breathing is just as heavy as mine. There’s a ridiculous amount of cum, far more than any normal man could produce in a 100 loads, and it covers her body from her pussy all the way up to her face.

“That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had. I’m gonna need a few pics to commemorate the occasion.” I say, getting off the bed to grab Jordans phone. Face ID unlocks it and I open up the camera app as I return to Gabby. I make sure to get photos of every single inch of her body before taking a few selfies with her. I then open up the photos app and *********** all of the photos I’d just taken, scrolling through the older pics to find a couple of nudes as well, before sending them to myself.

“I’m gonna let you go now Gabby. If you ever say anything to anybody, I will release those photos and the whole world will see what a slut you are.” I say, pulling out Gabby’s gag.

“I won’t say anything. I promise. Oh god, please don’t release those photos.” She gasps, spitting out a mouthful of cum. I roll her over onto her side and release her cuffs. As soon as I do, she jumps off my bed and runs past me, sobbing loudly as she slams the door behind her. I lay down on the bed and shut my eyes, feeling my cock recede back into me as I relinquish control of Jordans body. That feeling of weightlessness comes over me and I rise up, opening my eyes to see Jordan lying asleep beneath me. I pass through the walls into the bathroom and see Gabby curled up in a ball in the shower, scrubbing her skin as the water crashes down around her. I smile and head back towards my apartment, my room, and my body. Settling back into myself I sit up and check my phone, there’s a message from an unknown number. I open it and see the 2 dozen photos I’d sent. I save the photos and delete the messages. That was incredible and I just know I’ve got to do it again.

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I am suffering withdrawal symptoms from a lack of sex. My vibrator is not quite the same as sex with a man or a woman. I promised my man I would not fuck any men in his absence.

Then serendipity, Jenna, one of my lady friends phoned with a similar story, her man is away and she promised him no fucking with other men. “Why don’t you come around tomorrow night for coffee Sarah and we can commiserate and compare notes. Perhaps we can talk about and relieve our sexual frustrations? No, I don’t expect lesbian sex from you. Dress to impress for me like you used to, killer heels and a short skirt to show your wonderful thighs and leave your knickers at home. I will do the same for you.”

I was intrigued at what my old friend and sometime bi-sex lesbian lover had in mind, though I knew deep down it promised to be very exciting, always with Jenna. We tongue kissed warmly when I arrived, while she told me I was an exciting woman with sex appeal for both sexes. Her skirt was even shorter than mine, flaunting her sexy thighs for me in killer heels.

“Did you leave your knickers at home Sarah?,” she asked, her face flushed. “I did for you,” she teased as she raised her skirt to show me her beautifully trimmed jet black pubes over her cunt lips as we tongue kissed. A huge instant turn on for me.

“Did you leave your knickers at home Sarah?,” she asked again. “Show me then. “Oh wow, you did,” she smiled, as I took great delight in lifting my skirt to show her, and tease her. “You always were a sexy bitch, with that beautiful jet black triangle.”

Lots of underlying sexual tension while we crossed our legs for each other’s benefit, sitting opposite each other, comparing each other’s well formed thighs while we discussed our men, our bitchy woman friends and life in general .Jenna kept looking at her watch as If she was expecting a phone call or another visitor. At precisely 8.30 Jenna answered her phone. I could hear a male voice, the concierge saying, there are two young men, claiming you are expecting them, before she asked the concierge to bring them up.

“Sit beside me on the couch Sarah and cross your legs,” Jenna had told me just before the concierge arrived with two young men, around twenty-five years old.

The face of the older male concierge was flushed as he looked at Jenna and me, sitting with our legs crossed with most of our thighs on display, as he joined the dots as to the purpose of the younger men’s visit. “Will that be all Jenna,” he asked as he lingered for a better look at her and me.

“This is my friend Sarah, her man is away, just as my man is. I explained to you on the phone what we want, and need, from you two boys. You are reputed to be very good. Convince us. We are two cougars, sex starved cougars, almost old enough to be your mothers, an extra buzz for us,” Jenna told the men as they ogled our thighs

This was something I hadn’t expected at all, though as I looked the men over it was something I wanted, really wanted without feeling guilty as the men undressed each other. Both with very good, toned six-pack bodies, excellent ass’s and impressive, thick semi-erections.

“Wow, you are a hot cougar, no knickers. How sex starved are you?,” one of the men asked smugly, as he parted my legs and lifted my skirt above my waist to expose my pubes, while the other man did the same to Jenna. She told me later that was exactly what she had told them to do for our sexual pleasure.

“You are reputed to be very good. Convince us,” Jenna told them as they mimicked each other, licking and kissing our thighs before their tongues found our clits.

Cunnilingus has to be in the upper echelon of sex acts for me, being eaten out by a man or a woman. Such an intimate act, one of the most intimate things you can do. I love receiving cunnilingus because it simply feels awesome. That day in my sex starved condition with Jenna sitting alongside me with another man giving her cunnilingus it was awesome – and magical.

“You are convincing me,” I whispered as Jenna and I both had one leg over over our man’s shoulder while my young man had me close to my first orgasm. He wasn’t depending solely on his tongue as he brought his lips into the mix. I learnt long ago the tongue isn’t the only part of the mouth that is capable of generating sexual pleasure. Lips can lend an exceptionally pleasurable experience to oral sex. He was creating entirely new sensations for me with his lips, using them to kiss and caress my vulva to ascertain which of his techniques was the most exciting for me.

“You really are convincing me, you are very talented,” I whispered as he alternated using the tip of his tongue, then flat tongue, then his lips as he explored my vulva, all three techniques feeling a little different and providing subtly different sensations.

After circling my vulva with his tongue, he did the the same with his fingers, using using light, moderate, then deep pressure, exploring my preferences. Instead of steady tongue pressure on my clitoris or swirling moves around it, he was using the tip of his tongue to tease, just the underside of my clitoral shaft with light, little licks around every 10 to 15 seconds. A sure way get me to orgasm, again.

I never did learn my man’s name, some extra excitement receiving a wonderful tongue fuck from an anonymous, much younger man while I watched Jenna have the same from her man. A huge buzz for my ego, a much younger man tongue fucking me with his accomplice doing the same to my girlfriend sitting alongside me. I can’t wait to tell some of my girlfriends and make them envious.

“Would you like to masturbate for us boys while you watch Sarah and I shower?,” Jenna asked them before we showered together with the door open. Jenna and I made it obvious to the men we wanted to have swaps as we focused on watching the opposite man to the one who had tongue fucked us, any thoughts of our absent partners forgotten.

Watching two younger men masturbate while they watched Jenna and me naked in the shower, legs spread, teasing our vagina’s with a fingertip, our other our hand all over each other, quickly raised our libidos.

“Before we have swaps Sarah and I want you to worship our big ass’s while we stand facing the mirror, then we can see our reflection in the mirror opposite us,” Jenna told the boys as they watched us put our heels back on,.

I could not recall ever being tongue fucked by two men in one session, even more exciting as my girlfriend Jenna was sitting alongside me enjoying being tongue fucked by the other man, while we tongue kissed. “So good, so good, Sarah,” she whispered as the boys bought us to simultaneous orgasms with their tongues.

Exactly a week later Jenna has invited me around again. “Are you still as horny and frustrated as I am without your man Sarah?,” she asked me over the phone. I have made some arrangements for our mutual pleasure. Yes sexual pleasure Sarah. Don’t ask what I have arranged? Far more exciting having to wait.”

Deja vu, at precisely 8.30 Jenna answered her phone. I could hear the concierge saying, there are two young girls, claiming you are expecting them, before she asked the concierge to bring them up.

“This is Helen and Marie,” the concierge told us as he made a point of bringing them inside so he could ogle Jenna and me in our short skirts, the two girls in cut off shorts and heels, while he mentally speculated as to the purpose of their visit. Jenna and the girls made it obvious while he watched Jenna tongue kissing both of them.

Helen and Marie were two young, blond baby dolls, almost clones of each other, wearing cut off shorts and heels to highlight their wonderful legs and toned thighs, obviously no bras under their white cotton blouses. Instant sexual arousal for me, two exciting young girls for Jenna and me, two cougar women, around twenty-years older than the girls. Something more to boast about to my girlfriends.

“This is my friend Sarah, her man is away, just as my man is. I explained to you on the phone what we want and need from you two girls. You are reputed to be very good. Convince us. We are two bi cougars, sex starved bi cougars, old enough to be your mothers.”

“Is this what you both want, a tongue fuck from two girls half your age?,” the girls asked us confidently as they tongue kissed us.

“You know that is exactly what we want. You are reputed to be very good. Convince us,” Jenna told them as they undressed us before we undressed them.

“You are two very exciting women for us,” the girls told us as they looked at our naked bodies while we posed for them, both of us turned on by their firm young bodies as they had their hands on our ass’s. A favourite fantasy, a young naked girl feeling my big ass with my girlfriend and another young girl watching. Both girls had beautifully trimmed and exciting pubic hair I noticed.

I had never had lesbian sex from a woman as young as this. So good for my ego, a much younger very attractive, incredibly talented girl, giving me wonderful lesbian sex, while I watched her friend doing the same to my girlfriend sitting alongside me.

The girls made love to us first, tongue kissing us, licking and sucking our nipples, standing behind us, kissing us with their hands on our ass’s, turning us on. Then they stood Jenna and I with our backs to the wall, both of us with a small stool under one foot, Jenna and me tongue kissing as the girls knelt in front of us and gave us an incredibly erotic, long, slow tongue fuck.

“Would you like to shower with Sarah and me?,” Jenna asked the two girls. Jenna and I made it obvious to the girls we wanted to have swaps and tongue fuck them, give them lesbian sex, as we kissed, teased and focused on the opposite girl to the one who had tongue fucked us, any thoughts of our absent men partners forgotten.

Jenna organised the two girls, side by side. on a huge bed, a mirror on the ceiling so they could watch us, two cougars. giving them sexual pleasure. “You are a wonderful challenge for us,” Jenna told the two girls as they returned our tongue kisses, each of us teasing their vagina with a fingertip, while we stood and leaned over them. “We are two married women, we are also seriously bi-sexual. Would you like us to tongue fuck you? Yes?”

We joined the girls on the bed, each of us wrapping our arms around the girl’s thighs, after we had licked and sucked their nipples. We were both pleased with ourselves as the girls became increasingly vocal as we demonstrated our tongue fucking skills for them . We were even more pleased with ourselves when the girls both began to moan, “I love it, fuck my cunt, fuckamycunt, fuckamycunt,” before they orgasmed for us the first time. Then again and again.

The girls were sitting on our faces, Jenna and I grasping their taut ass’s in our hands as we licked and tongue fucked them in that position.

“Are you as horny as I am after that?,” Jenna asked me, as she gave each girl a large vibrator. Incredible sexual pleasure for both of us while the girls tongue kissed us and expertly gave us a vaginal orgasm with the vibrator, our first such since our men left on business.

“Those two young girls were very talented. How did you come across them Jenna?” I asked.

“A lady never tells, though you owe me next time,” she smiled,

A week later when my man arrived home, the first thing he asked me as I stood naked in my heels, legs spread, hands on hips, watching him shower, while teasing his cock to an iron bar erection for me, was, “Did you fuck anyone while I was away? A man or a woman? Did you?”

“No,” I answered truthfully for the second time as he leaned me over the sink, his hands grasping my big ass. “I missed your big cock so much,” I told him as he rammed into me.

A few days later Jenna emailed me. ‘My man is still away and so horny. I had just one of the girls and just one of the boys around, the same ones we had, for my sexual pleasure last night. So good on my back, with the boy licking me while the girl was sitting on my face so I could lick her. Then swaps, the girl licking me while I sucked the boys cock. Wish you were here Veronica. Jx’

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