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Far down the path of degradation and blackmail, Laura, a lesbian, is now pregnant with her brother’s child and slave to his sexual whims.

Chapter 36
DOCUMENTING HER DEGRADATION

Much of Laura’s free time now was spent being photographed by Daniel. He had created a website for her called “Laura The Fake Lesbian” at lauradrinkspiss.com, and he had her record a video intro for it.

In the intro, she was topless, with her brother’s sperm visible on her tits and face. She spoke in a giggly, breathless bimbo voice, and said, “Hi, I’m Laura! I pretend to be a lesbian to make boys jealous, and I love the taste of my girlfriends’ cunts, but really my favourite thing is being raped by men. There’s nothing better than having a boy cum inside me while I scream and cry! Tasting sperm makes me happy and I love drinking piss. Why don’t you come inside my website and enjoy my degradation? I’m just a silly like fake lesbian and I want to make *you* happy.”

Part of Daniel’s goal for the website was a “full documentation of Laura’s degradation” – it would show Laura doing each and every slutty thing that might arouse a paying customer.

The first series of photography, therefore, was a set of photos for each outfit of clothing Laura wore. There was an initial process of throwing out any remaining clothes Laura had that Daniel didn’t agree were slutty enough for her, although there were few of those left. When he was done and had only a small collection of outfits left, they went through each one by one. Daniel would first photograph Laura wearing the outfit, pouting, preening, then get her to a striptease out of it, ending with her naked, spreading her pussy for the camera, and then masturbating. This was fairly standard porn site material. He did this for each of Laura’s outfits.

The next set of photos replaced Laura’s regular urination over the next few weeks. For each pair of panties Laura wore, he took video and photos of her wetting them, both as part of an outfit, and while wearing only underwear. She would blush as she pissed into her panties and Daniel filmed her.

In the last set, Laura started out naked, kneeling with the outfit piled betwen her legs. She would piss on the outfit, thoroughly soaking it with her urine, then dress it in, and end the set passionately kissing either Erica or Taylor in her piss-wet clothes.

Erica and Taylor got the same treatment during this period. Laura and Daniel both had fun with Taylor during her first weeks in the house. Laura would fuck Taylor while Erica watched, commenting on how Erica was more stupid than Taylor, less pretty than Taylor, less fun to rape than Taylor. Then she would give Taylor to Erica to play with, and watch her former girlfriend savagely take out her misery on the other girl, dominating Taylor, grinding her pussy against Taylor’s face, abusing Taylor’s cunt and clit for fun.

Daniel fucked Taylor almost non-stop. She was quite clearly not consenting to anything happening to her, but was equally obviously not going to resist or try to get help. Daniel had discovered there was nothing better than raping a pretty girl, and the more obviously rape it was the faster he orgasmed. He rarely came inside her without first making her cry.

When Laura had pissed on the last of her outfits and worn it for the camera, she thought this phase of the photography might stop. She was wrong. The next phase was to take all the same photo sets again – but in public. Daniel would drive the girls out to reasonably busy roads and perform the same stripteases while passing drivers watched. Sometimes people would pull over for a better look. Each of the girls got naked, spread their pussy, and masturbated multiple times while people watched.

And then they had to wet themselves in public in each outfit. These photos were taken at cafes, in public streets, in shopping malls, and he had the girls photograph each other for these so he would not need to be nearby and associate himself with the loose-bladdered sluts. He found the girls were almost embarassed to have to show such a clear public interest in a urinating girl as they were to be the ones wetting themselves. That continued into the final phase, as the girls undressed in public, knelt over their clothes, urinated on them, and then dressed again.

This public humiliation reduced Taylor to tears nearly every time. Erica simply performed her tasks obediently. Laura felt like she should cry, and she did blush, but mostly they just made her wet. That was the kind of slut she was, now.

The next series of photos were masturbations. He filmed each of the girls fingering their pussies around the house, in the back and front yards. Then he moved on to objects. Each of the girls were required to cum from every object in the house. He filmed them bouncing on the fixed dildos, then rubbing up against doorknobs, bench corners, bedposts. Each movable item in the house went into their cunts. Laura spent a long afternoon with her collection of flirty anime-girl figurines. One at a time each of the big-titted skimpily-dressed slut heroines was pushed up her fuckhole, their irregular shapes and hard edges causing new and interesting combinations of pain and pleasure each time. When she was done with the whole set, Daniel raped her, and left his cum in her cunt, and made her do the whole collection again, this time bathing them in his semen as she rammed them in and out of her rapetunnel. He made her put them back on the shelf still soaked in sperm and cunt juices, so that every time she saw them she’d remember what she’d done with them and how disgusting she was, and next to them he put a framed photo of one of them going into Laura’s dripping cunt, so visitors would know too – it was the one that looked most like Laura, big-titted and pink-haired and obviously a whore.

He had them masturbate in public too. In cars, on buses, in restaurants, on the road, while walking and jogging, at the beach, while shopping for clothes. He made it so that every place in Laura’s life, she had a memory of fucking her fingers in and out of her sopping wet cunt, and she had a memory of horrified disgusted strangers watching her do it, and those memories were recorded and kept on a website so that strangers could picture her fingering her cunt in any place of their choice.

Every dinnertime became a documentation opportunity too. He had the girls cook a different meal each night – naked of course – and photographed them eating it in a variety of ways. Eating it like a dog on all fours out of a dog bowl was the easiest way, of course, or being hand-fed by Daniel and nuzzling the morsels of food out of his open palm. But some nights he had them dip their tits in the food and then lick the food off their own tits or each others’ tits. Other times he had them push the food up their cunts and masturbate with it inside, then dig it out and eat it, or 69 each other and eat the food out of each other’s pussies. Not all the food was tasty, of course – he had them go through the degradations using cold bolognaise, spam, and then eventually wet, slimy chunks of dog food. Laura had a moment of self awareness about what she had become as she lay on her dining room table naked eating chunks of wet cunty dog food out of Erica’s fuckhole, and it horrified her, but at the same time it triggered an orgasm, and she bucked her cunt happily against Erica’s face and let the bad thoughts go away.

Eventually the food documentation progressed to even more degrading meals, and now each meal was required to involve piss or cum. Sometimes Daniel would ejaculate on their meals before they eat, leaving gooey sperm topping the dinner in front of them. Sometimes he would merely add pig cum that he had sourced from a local farmer. The girls would eat the spermy food, or smear it on their tits, or push it up their cunts, and he would photograph and video them. Other times he would just fuck their cunts and then have them add the food afterwards as his cum dripped from their pussies.

Likewise, he would piss on their food, or have them piss on their own food, or serve them a glass of warm piss to drink with dinner. During this time, he started a practice of beating their tits with a belt until they cried after any dinner that had not had piss added to it. Soon they came to prefer food with piss in it, and became nervous and skittish if they were forced to eat anything that didn’t taste of urine.

He taught them as they were sixty-nining food from each other’s cunts to piss into each other’s faces. This was easy for Laura – her sessions at the Mayim Clinic around this time had begun conditioning her to urinate on the face of any girl who was licking her cunt – and the other girls soon learned to do the same. One of Daniel’s favourite videos from this time showed Taylor and Erica naked on the dining room table, locked in a 69, moaning sluttily, eagerly licking dog food out of each other’s fuckholes while intermittently pissing. Laura sat to one side, pushing chunks of dog food into her pussy as she masturbated, then pulling them out and eating them. Afterwards she would lick up the puddle of piss on the table while repeatedly orgasming.

When it came time to move this part of the degradation to the public realm, the girls resisted. Daniel ended up having to buy a cattle prod, and repeatedly use it on their tits and cunts, until they tearfully agreed to do what they were told. Even in all this, it never occurred to any of the three girls to run away or fight back. By now they had accepted that their life would consist of abuse and sexual degradation and that other people would make decisions about what they would and would not do with their bodies.

And so it was that Laura and Taylor walked into a McDonald’s one morning wearing short skirts, high heels, sheer tit-hugging tops, and no underwear, with Erica following at a distance and taping. Their faces flushed with arousal, as they had just edged to the brink of orgasm in the car outside, the girls went to the counter and ordered Big Macs and took them to a booth.

In the booth they spread their legs and proceeded to push the hot, soft burgers up inside their cunts. Taylor was crying as she stuffed junk food into her twat in public. Laura, by contrast, orgasmed as she felt the bread and meat push into her fuckhole. Both girls began to masturbate, fingering their clit with one hand while fucking the food in and out of themselves with the other. As their arousal grew, they lifted their tops and exposed their tits to the restaurant, then they climbed up on the table, arranged themselves in a 69, and began to nuzzle the cunty food out of each other’s slut-nests.

A crowd was watching at this point in mixed disgust and arousal. People cheered for them, calling them sluts and whores, encouraging them to lez off with each other. Laura heard the sound of phone cameras snapping photos of the two whorish sluts licking each other out. It felt right to her, even as to a deeper part of her it felt so violatingly wrong. This was what lesbians were for, she knew – they were made to display themselves to men, to perform and degrade themselves for male pleasure. She was nothing but a fuckpuppet doing what came naturally to her.

She felt a splash of warmth on her face, and knew that Taylor had started to piss. Laura responded by relaxing her own bladder, and the two girls pissed into each other’s mouths as they ate sodden burger out of each other’s cunts and the crowd watched.

Both girls orgasmed several times during the degradation. When they were done eating, they cleaned up as Daniel had instructed them to – soaking up as much of the puddle of piss on the table as they could with their clothes, then rubbing their bare tits in it, then dipping their hair in it, before finally licking up the remainder with their tongues like good little sex kittens. They finally staggered out of the store, sodden and disgusting and flushed, and Erica drove them home.

In and around their other degradations, Daniel fucked them, of course. He raped each girl in each room of the house, in the car, in the yard, in public locations, taking care to cum in their mouth, on their face, in their face, on their tits, in their anus and of course in their cunt, filming it each time. Laura soon found it normal to be raped by her brother, to have her brother ejaculating inside her, to eat her brother’s cum out of her lover’s cunt or her slave’s cunt.

He documented the girls receiving pain, too. It started with each of the girls receiving a bare-handed spanking each day on her ass. Laura found it confusing – there was pain, but it also made her cunt soaking wet. It felt good. Some of it was the pain, and some of it was the position it put her in, bent over her brother’s lap, naked, a mixture of sextoy and helpless child. Taylor seemed to find sexual pleasure in it too. Erica merely submitted, allowing Daniel to use her without objection. When Daniel found the girl’s cunts wet at the end of the spanking he would usually fuck them. Sometimes he fucked them even if they weren’t wet.

Slowly Daniel moved on to paddles, and eventually a rattan cane. The cane left marks, even when he just lightly drummed it across their asses, and certainly when he struck them with it viciously. Laura almost always cried when he used the cane on her, and her ass was tender for days afterwards, but still her traitorous cunt got wet and still she orgasmed when he raped her afterwards. And all of it was videotaped and uploaded to her website.

Once the girls had gotten used to the pain of the cane on their ass, he started on their tits. He would make the girls kneel nude, either offering up their tits with their hands, or with their arms behind their back and their tits jutting forwards, and then he would beat their tits. Again, he started with his hands, and then moved to a leather belt and then the cane. He made them masturbate through the cane the first few times but afterwards he found their cunts would juice up without stimulation and at that point he wouldn’t let them touch themselves anymore. Laura deliberately thought her sluttiest thoughts as the cane left red welts on her boobs, because the pain was so much more enjoyable when she was horny than when she wasn’t. The endorphins made having her udders abused almost fun.

After the tits came their cunts. He would get them sopping wet and then spread their legs and beat their pussies. The cane hurt here worst of all – he took a special pride in landing the cane directly between their labia, right on the nub of their clitoris. From the point this abuse began, Laura almost always had raised welts on her vagina, which made the inevitable subsequent rape excruciating.

And always, of course, after every abuse, the girls would thank him. Laura did this by instinct. “Thank you for making me cry from the pain in my slutty whore’s cunt,” she would babble. “Thank you for hurting my wet lesbian twat for your pleasure, just like I deserve.” The other girls had to be taught, but the cane was a good teacher, and soon they had just the same instincts as Laura.

The spankings were not the only pain Daniel gave them. The girls learned that if they displeased him they would get a sharp slap across the face. They learned that being slapped was a normal thing that happened to sluts like them, and that it was an appropriate way for a man to tell them that they were disappointing.

He also got extensive use out of the cattle prod. A quick zap to a girl’s tits or cunt was usually enough to get their obedience. When a girl had really displeased them, he made them fuck the tip of the prod, sliding it in and out of their pussy, in a terrified mixture of fear and arousal. When they orgasmed, he would discharge the prod into their twats just as they came. If they took too long to orgasm, he would discharge it for longer, and several times. The girls learned to fear their own orgasms, but also fear taking too long to cum. The mixture of desperation and confusion on their faces made the prod-fuckings some of the most popular videos on Laura’s site.

The best part, of course, was making Laura watch the videos of Taylor and Erica fucking the cattle prod at the same time as she was fucking it herself. Watching the other girls cry as the cattle prod raped their twats made Laura sopping wet, and when she watched them orgasm and heard them scream as the electricity discharged into their orgasming fuckholes, it made her orgasm herself, and then immediately receive exactly the same pain.

And she knew she deserved it, for being the kind of perverted lesbian slut who got aroused by watching this happen to other girls, and she knew she should be grateful for the pain, and she babbled her gratitude to Daniel, thanking him for shocking her pussy, for degrading her, for making her cry, and her brother acknowledged her gratitude by leaning in towards her, kissing her on her stupid lips, squeezing her big stupid whore udders until they hurt, and then gently starting to rape her…

(To be continued…)

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The Devil’s Pact
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2013

The Devil’s Pact Side Story: Mary and Diane in the Bathroom

Note: This takes place in Chapter 6 while Mark and Mary are eating dinner at the Japanese Steakhouse.

There were still hours to kill before I made my Pact with the Devil, tonight. And I was nervous as hell.

Mark suggested Samurai’s Japanese Steakhouse out on Mountain Highway in Spanaway as a pleasant way to take my mind off my worries. The closer to midnight the worst my nerves became. I didn’t think I could eat, but it sounded better than doing nothing. On the outside, the restaurant resemble nothing more than a warehouse. Between the corrugated metal walls and a tin roof made me stare at Mark as if he was crazy. This couldn’t be a nice restaurant. Or even a clean one.

“C’mon, Mare,” Mark said.

Mare was his pet name for me. It was somehow a diminutive of Mary. As if Mary could get any shorter. I mean Mare even has just as many letters. But, I liked it when he called me Mare. And filly, the name he called me when we’re getting frisky. It made me feel like I was wild horse, running free and only a mighty stallion could tame me. I was still struggling to find a nickname for Mark. In bed, I called him my big stallion. But you couldn’t call someone that in public. So I just called him Mark.

Inside the restaurant you wouldn’t know its part of a shitty warehouse. Rice paper walls and dark wood made it seem like a traditional Japanese house. The art on the walls were reproduction Japanese woodcarvings and watercolor painting. Simple, austere pieces of birds, flowers, waterfalls, or Mt. Fuji with a Haiku written in Japanese characters down the side. The waitresses were dressed in simple kimonos, black, with red flowers and cinched with red, wide sashes tied in elaborate bows at the small of the back.

The waitress led us to a circular table with a black, flat grill in the center. Another couple was already sitting there; a boorish man, short and round, his black hair greased back and dressed in an ill fitting, gray suit and red silk shirt without a tie. His date was a very attractive woman, porcelain face surrounded by black ringlets of hair. Her lips were pouty and begging to be kissed, covered in a dark red lipstick. She wore a sleek red dress, fitting tightly to her curves and falling to her ankles. There was a slit up the right side and her gorgeous right leg was clad in black, thigh-high fishnet and held up by a lacy garter belt. With her legs crossed, her right leg was proudly displayed through the slit. She turned as I set down next to her, eyes lighting up with interest. The dress was low cut, with a dipping oval cutout that exposed the snowy curves of her breasts. A ruby encrusted, silver pendant nestled in her cleavage.

“Hi, I’m Diane,” she said, warmly.

“I’m Mary and this is my boyfriend, Mark,” I introduced, smiling warmly at Diane.

“I’m Keith,” the boorish man said. He started to say something, when his phone started to ring. Without even excusing himself, he answered the phone, turning away from Diane and talking quietly.

“That’s the second time he’s done that,” Diane complained to me.

“Have you been dating long?” I asked.

She shook her head. “First date, and let me tell you it’ll be the last one. I think I’m done with online dating for a while.”

I giggled. “Well, I’ll keep you company, anyway,” I said, adjusting my posture to emphasize my chest in the white, corset dress I was wearing. I saw her eyes flicker down at my cleavage for a moment and a ghost of smile play on her red lips.

Keith hung up the phone and immediately started badgering Mark about sports, mainly the Seattle Seahawks. Mark clearly wasn’t a sports guy, unlike my ex-boyfriend, Mike, and he muddled along as best he could. Keith didn’t seem to notice, or maybe he just didn’t care, and started going in on a tirade about how this year the Seahawks were going to the Super Ball and that the refs better screw them over like last time. Not once did Keith acknowledge his date at all. What an asshole.

A waitress took our orders and a few minutes latter a Japanese chef arrived with a tray full of cooking supplies. He oiled the grill and started impressively dicing the meat and vegetables, tossing food into the air. He was quite talented, making funny jokes. It was clearly a well rehearsed and pretty impressive performance. He somehow sliced an onion and stacked it into a cone with some amazingly fast knifework, and then steam started to pour out the top, like a little onion volcano. I clapped my hands, delightedly, and then set one causally on Diane’s thigh.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Diane smile at me, grabbing a piece of grilled meat with her chopsticks and popping it into her mouth. Mark saw my hand on her thigh and winked at me, squeezing my own thigh supportively. Diane shifted in her seat causing my hand to slip down between her thighs; she smiled even more broadly.

Feeling real bold, I turned towards Diane, allowing my short skirt to ride up and spread my legs, flashing my naked pussy at her. Diane held up a piece of meat on her chopsticks and said, “You just have to try this.” As she brought it to my lips, her other hand slipped down and rubbed deliciously at my vulva for a moment and I moaned appreciatively. Her finger’s came away damp and she licked them, savoring my flavor.

“I gotta use the restroom,” Diane said, causally. Her date was on his phone for the third time and didn’t seem to even hear her.

“I’ll join you,” I answered, just as causally.

I kissed Mark as I rose and he whispered, “Have fun.” Mark was a great guy, very understanding. I’m glad I decided to stay with him.

In the bathroom, Diane wasted no time, pushing me up against the counter and plunging her tongue into my mouth. I sat up on the counter and wrapped my legs around her hips, my skirt riding up. I shoved my hand down her blouse and played with her firm, naked breast and hard nipple. I felt her nipple and marveled at how fat it was as I rolled it between my fingers. Diane loosened the laces on my corset and my breast popped out and she bent down, kissing my freckled orbs and then sucking one of my tiny, dusky nipples into her mouth. Her lips were firm and gentle she felts so good nursing my tit.

There was a gasp and we froze, my nipple in Diane’s lips, my hand down her blouse, as one of the waitress walked in. Her olive skinned flushed and she looked down at the floor and quickly walked into the stall. Their was the rustle of fabric and then she started peeing. I was disturbed by how erotic the sound was and was glad Diane started sucking at my nipple again, distracting me.

“Are you always this eager to fuck strange women in a bathroom?” I asked as she stroked my thigh.

“When I go clubbing, I love fucking strange women in the bathroom,” she moaned and then sucked my other nipple into her mouth.

“What about your date?” I asked, confused.

“I’m bi,” she answered. “Girls are fun, but I prefer men for long-term relationships.” She slid down and spread my thighs and licked up my wet slit. “What about you? You left your date quick enough.”

I thought for a moment and realized that I was bisexual as well, all Mark’s doing. “Mark knows what we’re doing,” I answered. “He likes watching me with other women. Sometimes we share them or watch each other. It’s so hot!”

There was a soft moan from the stall. I smiled, realizing the waitress was masturbating.

“Wow, wish I had a guy that special,” Diane said, then stuck her tongue deep into my pussy

“Lick my clit, you fucking slut!” I moaned, wanting the waitress to know what was going on. “Eat my pussy, you nasty whore.” Diane seemed to like the dirty names, because her tongue was really digging into my pussy. I shuddered on her face when she suddenly nipped my clit. “Oh, you’re making me cum! Oh, fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I gripped her curly, black hair and flooded her mouth with my juices.

Diane stood up, face smeared with my juices. I kissed her, enjoying my musk on her lips, spicy and sweet. “God, you’re a squirter,” Diane said, breathlessly.

“Fuck, you know your way around a pussy!” I panted and she smiled, proudly.

I pushed Diane back against a tiled wall and slid down, pushing her skirt to the side to find her a lacy, black thong. I pulled it off and her pussy was covered by curly, black hair, neatly trimmed, her pussy wet and pink at the center. She smelled tangy and sweet and I ran my tongue through the forest of black hair and across her juicy labia. She tasted heavenly.

“Ohh, you’re tongue is nice, cuntrag!” Diane moaned. “Eat my sloppy pussy until I cum all over your slutty face!”

There was another muffled groan from the waitress in the stall as I dug my tongue deep into the warm wetness of her pussy. My hands gripped her firm ass, pulling her had against my mouth, stuffing my tongue as deep as I could inside her. She writhed, fucking herself on my tongue, smearing juices all over my face.

“God, you’re a good muff diver!” Diane moaned. “Fuck that nasty tongue up my twat, you fucking cuntrag!”

She grabbed my hair and ground her pussy on my face, using me as a fucktoy. It was so nasty, and my own snatch getting itchy again. I slipped a finger down and started fingering my own pussy, digging in deeply and searching for my G-Spot. Diane was moaned wordlessly, shuddering on my face and her pussy contracting on my tongue. I found my G-Spot and joined Diane in a mind-numbing, shuddering orgasm.

“That was amazing!” she purred, letting go of my hair. I stumbled back, falling spread leg on the floor.

“Yeah!” I stood up, brushing dirt from my ass and stumbled to the sink, my legs weak from my intense orgasm.

I turned on a faucet and started to rinse the pussy juices off my nose and cheeks, leaving some on my lips for Mark to taste. Diane joined me, she looked just as messy as I did. The toilet flushed and the waitress slowly walked out, flushed and breathless. There was a shy smile on her face and she washed her sticky fingers off in the third sink.

“We should get back,” I said. “Before your date misses you.”

Diane rolled her eyes. “He’s probably still on the phone. Christ, what a dick!”

The waitress snorted in laughter and we eyed her. She looked shyly away and finished washing her hands and walked out of the bathroom.

“We should do this again,” I suggested, watching the waitress’s shapely ass through the kimono before she disappeared through the door

“Yeah, I’ll take you to this hot club, the Clam Diver and we’ll have a lot of fun in the bathroom,” she said. “No boyfriends, though, it’s a girls only kinda place.”

“Sure, sounds fun.” We swapped phone numbers, kissed one last time.

Keith was still on the phone and hardly noticed that Diane returned. Mark stood up and I kissed him, letting him taste Diane’s delicious cunt. “Thank you,” I whispered as he held out my chair, like a gentleman.

Mark smiled. “You seemed more relaxed.”

I speared a slice of steak and realized as I chewed that Mark was right. I felt more relaxed. I was having so much fun with Diane that I completely forgot about the fact I was about to sell my soul to the Devil. Diane was very a special woman and I wondered what are next liaison would be like. I smiled and speared some diced vegetables and popped them into my mouth.

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Three best friends fuck each other. ‘Nuff said.

I got bored. This story may or may not get a chapter or part next. So… yeah.

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I ran my fingers through my best friend Cody’s sandy blonde hair and smiled at him. “Ungh… Paris… Milan… Please, stop… I… I can’t take it anymore. Please.” He said through pants. He squirmed against mine and Paris’ grip. “Cody babe. As you wish. There will be days like this in the future, and days where Paris and I do as we wish with you.” I whispered in his ear before nibbling on his earlobe. I traced my finger nail around his nipple and he shivered.

Paris licked and nibbled on his other one as she rubbed her slit up and down his cock. I gently nudged Paris away and straddled Cody’s waist. I kept my grip on his wrists above his head. I leaned down and my hips raised a little. “Cody. We’ve done this before.” I said before I crashed my lips with his soft pink ones. He moaned into the kiss and I felt his hips thrust up.

He dragged his tongue across my bottom lip, asking for entrance which I gladly gave him. His warm tongue slid into my mouth. My hand involuntarily caressed his cheek. Okay, so maybe Cody was a bit more than a best friend. He wasn’t anything relationship-y either. Just somewhere in the middle.

My grip on his wrists wavered and he took advantage of that to slip a hand out. His hand immediately went to work on my pussy. A small squeal escaped my lips at the sudden touch. His fingers smoothly slipped in and out of me. That’s how wet he gets me when we do these things.

Then, I felt two hands kneading my ass. Paris. I knew it just by the french tips. Yep, Paris and I are bi. Cody’s straight as an arrow. Cody groaned from under me and I could tell that Paris was riding him. Cody and I had to break apart for air. If I could’ve stayed longer, I would’ve. I swear, that boy has a magic tongue.

I got off of Cody and let his hand go. His other one was still working my pussy furiously. I gladly spread my legs wide so he would get better access. When his finger nail scratched over my clit, that was enough to put me over the edge. I shook slightly and moaned as Paris leaned over and drank all my juices. Paris was the sluttier one.

I heard Paris give out a few short screams in between pants as she came. The girl was still new to sex. Lost her v-card a couple months ago. Cody pulled his fingers out of my pussy and worked Paris’. She let out a small excited scream. Yup, Cody knows how to finger good.

Paris got off of him without pulling his fingers out of her. Cody’s dick lay limp. I sucked on it and jacked it a few times until he was hard again. I lowered myself onto him, savoring the feeling. “Aah.” I sighed as I got all of him in me. Cody got a firm grip on my waist and started pounding into me. I bit down on my lower lip and tilted my head back as I groaned.

“Faster, Cody! Faster!” Paris squeaked. Cody obeyed and fingered her so fast, his hand was a blur. Paris shook after a while and screamed again in between pants. She got off of his hand and sucked on his fingers eagerly.

I ran my hands up and down Cody’s bare torso. “You girls are uncontrollable.” Cody said in his british accent. “Glad to know.” I replied. I reached down and rubbed my clit in slow circles. As I was about to cum, Paris pushed me off. “Get your own dick, Mil.” She teased and laughed. I shot her a glare before trying to finish myself off. I couldn’t. Only Cody knows how to make me cum. Hell, only he knows my sensitive spots.

Cody saw me struggling and he gently pulled my hand from my pussy. “Come here, Mil. I’ll finish you off.” He softly pulled me towards him. I obeyed and kissed his pink lips. “That’s not what I meant.” He said, pushing me back slighty. I furrowed my eyebrows and he chuckled. “Come on. You know what I mean, hon.” His hands rested on my ass and pulled me up.

When I was hovering over his face, I caught up to what he meant. “Ohh.” I nodded. I slowly lowered myself down onto his waiting mouth. I was about an inch or two away when he grabbed my thighs and pulled me down quickly. The second I came in contact with him, his tongue darted into my pussy. “Ah!” I squeaked. I looked down at what I could see of his face. I ran my hand through his silky sandy blonde hair that was dyed a dark blue at the tips. Under those closed eyelids, I knew sat the perfect pair of eyes.

A bright teal shade the color of a perfect beach. With a few silver/grey specks here and there. A few freckles scattered across his nose. And right in between my legs, were the perfect, pinkest cupid bow lips. Cody was nearly perfect. His eyes fluttered open and stared back into mine. I smiled down at him and ran a hand through his hair again. His eye lids drooped half closed and a moan escaped his mouth, sending waves of pleasure through my body. He was cumming.

Paris moaned, too. Probably cumming along. Cody kept moaning and groaning, sending shocks up my spine. He gave me one last hard, posessive, dominitive, and lustful lick. Flicking his pierced tongue on my clit before sucking the hell out of me. A scream errupted from my lips as my juice all got sucked by one of my best friends.

I rolled off of him and layed on my back beside Cody. Our breaths came out in pants. I felt Cody’s hand slip into mine. I looked over at him and smiled. He smiled back and blew air into my face, putting the stray strand of hair that went onto my face. Paris got up and went into the bathroom. A few moments later, the shower was running. Oh great. That girl’s shower sessions takes forever.

Cody wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer, nuzzling into the crook of my neck. He started placing soft open-mouthed kisses on my neck. A small sigh escaped my lips. “Will you be mine, Mil?” He asked against my neck. I pulled away to be able to see his face. He had his lips rolled into his mouth and he had a pleading look on his face.

I ran a hand through my naturally dark blue hair and rolled my purple with a hint of grey eyes. I had a harmless rare disease that made my hair and eyes that color. “I’d love to, Cody.” I smiled and kissed him. He froze for two seconds until he responded to the kiss. He tightened his hold around me, deepening the kiss. I traced his nipple with my finger nail and he moaned. His hard cock was pressing against my inner thigh.

A throat cleared and we immediately pulled away from each other. Paris stood there, a towel wrapped around her hair, wearing nothing else. “Care to explain?” She quirked an eyebrow at us. Her bright green eyes full of curiosity. We never started without her. “We’re going out now, Ris.” I explained, holding mine and Cody’s interlocked fingers. A wide grin spread on her face.

“YES! Finally! The hormone filled sexual air every time we go out in public was killing me!” She ran over to us and pulled me and Cody into a hug, causing Cody and I to let go of each other. Cody chuckled and slapped her ass. Paris immediately let go and payfully glared at him. “Now what?” She asked us, sitting on the bed.

Cody and I looked at each other. I felt his hand rubbing my thigh, getting closer to my pussy every time. He finally reached it and slowly dragged a finger up and down my slit. I flopped back down on the bed, my legs partly open, my feet hanging off the side while Cody sat there, fingering me.

“Round two?” Cody offered. I got myself up on my elbows. I nudged Cody’s hand away. Paris and I shared a knowing look. We looked back at Cody and literally pounced on him. I stroked his cock gently and licked up the underside. Paris was playing with his nipples. Cody had his middle fingers buried deep in our pussies.

“Oh, I love you girls.” Cody groaned.

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Jerry’s wife describes his perversions, and Jenny finds many answers…

Jerry’s wife Beverly

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When we dated, my husband Jerry was preoccupied with my scent. He liked to kiss and hug me but spent a lot of time smelling my hair or my neck. I thought he was very handsome and didn’t mind. On our third date I let him play with my boobs. He was happy to for a few minutes, but asked if he could smell between my legs. He swore he wouldn’t do anything more, he just wanted to sniff my crotch. I let him, and he laid with his nose between my thighs for at least ten minutes, smelling me through my jeans. I was expecting him to try pressuring me into sex, but he was more than content to just sniff me.

Four more dates went by with him kissing and making out with me a little while, then poking his face between my legs. I liked him a lot and was in the mood, so I unbuttoned my pants and slid them down. He licked me for the first time, and it was great. He wasn’t skilled at all and had no idea what he was doing. Still, he was happy to lick me for over an hour, which was more than enough for me to cum twice.

We had four or five more dates without him asking for intercourse. He just wanted to lay with his face between my thighs and lick and smell me. One night I finally asked why he didn’t want to have sex. He said he wanted it desperately, but didn’t want me to end up like his sisters. All of them had gotten pregnant while they were young and ended up single mothers. He’d never forgive himself if he did that to me.

He asked me to give him my dirty panties at the end of the date, so he could smell them at home. He wanted to know I would be safe. I thought it was strange, but he’d given me plenty of what I wanted. All through college, he’d jerk off as he gave me lots of oral, take my dirty panties home, then return them clean at the start of our next date.

When we finally moved in together, most nights we’d fall asleep with his face in my pubic hair. He was happy munching my rug even more than I wanted, so how could I complain? On the day Jerry proposed, he also asked me to get the birth control implant so we wouldn’t have kids until we were ready, probably a couple of years. When I went to the doctor and found out I was infertile, it was a huge shock for multiple reasons. I’d never get the kids I wanted, and we’d wasted half a decade without intercourse! We were 23 and could have been fucking bareback since we met!

When I told him I could never get pregnant, we had sex for the first time. He nearly screwed my brains out! I had five or six orgasms, and he had three without stopping in between! We did it twice more in the morning. It was AMAZING!

He still sniffed my hair, armpits, and crotch a lot, though. It wasn’t hurting anybody and made him happy. After about fifteen years together, things were getting monotonous in the bedroom. I suggested that maybe we could spice things up with toys or porn. We tried a few things and had some fun. He suggested we might have an even better time if we invited somebody to join us.

At first I was jealous that he wanted to screw another woman. He assured me that no, he wanted to watch and masturbate as I made love with her. I agreed and had a great time. Over the course of a year, he introduced me to three women who became my occasional lovers. Several times I told him that I would be okay with him sleeping with them too, if he used protection. He kept telling me he was fine just sniffing their underwear and watching us once in a while.

During a typical week Jerry and I would have sex once or twice, and each of my lovers would visit me once. The few times they stayed overnight, he’d lick both of us clean when we finished, then fall asleep between my thighs again. It was great when I finally convinced the girls to have a lesbian foursome as Jerry sat in a chair and watched us.

After I had slept with each of them dozens of times, Jerry finally told me they were his SISTERS! He’d been paying to support them and their kids since we married and he gained access to the money I’d inherited.

I was a little freaked out at first, but they all assured me he wasn’t paying them to be with me. I helped them out by paying their rent and giving them grocery money or gifts sometimes, but it’s not like I was buying hookers. Not really.

Around three years ago my husband had a very strange request. His laboratory was doing work for a cigarette company. He wanted me to try smoking a pack of their new cigarettes. He assured me it would only be one pack, no more. We’d smoked a pack of cigarettes he’d stolen from his grandmother’s store when we were 18, and we quit easily, so I didn’t think much of it. I smoked a few of the new ones before his sisters came over for another foursome, and things changed a LOT.

Instead of spending an hour or two in bed then going home, they stayed and we had sex nearly all night! I’d never had so many orgasms or so much attention! All three wanted to lick my pussy and breasts, and they nearly ignored each other. Jerry seemed to want it a lot more too, making love with me much more often.

Smoking them has also boosted my libido. Sex three or four times a week used to be plenty for me, but now I want it at least twice a day. I have no idea what’s in them, but I haven’t quit smoking the special cigarettes, and hope I never have to.

Jerry and I made a deal. He’d let me keep smoking and encourage his sisters to visit me more, if I would let him be with three other women. We’d stay married and live together, but spend a lot of time with our lovers, too. He also mentioned that we had wanted kids but I couldn’t have any. He had a possible solution. He’d get his lovers pregnant and we’d raise the children as our own, if the women consented.

I didn’t agree with his idea, I demanded and insisted that we MUST do it!

At the beginning of our deal I had no idea the lovers he had in mind were his nieces, but I didn’t object when he finally told me. He said he’d even share them with me if the girls were interested.

When I saw some of the pictures and videos I was upset. They were all beautiful and barely legal. He swore that he’d stay with me and wouldn’t have intercourse with them until they were at least nineteen. He’s kept his word, so I let him have his porn and dirty underwear fun while I sleep with his sisters three or four times a week.

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Jenny – 31 years later

I found the notes below in Uncle Jerry’s safe, after he and his wife Aunt Beverly passed away. They explained nearly everything.

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I’m Jerry Jerkins, and scents and chemicals are my life. Professionally, I’m a pharmacologist. I’d invented an erectile dysfunction treatment, but not until Viagra had already been approved for use. One of my little pills gives a man a firm erection for forty to ninety minutes, but at least five other drugs do the same. A few even do it better.

The special thing about mine is that it increases a man’s pheromone production. It doesn’t turn women into love slaves, nothing drastic, but any nearby females who are already in the mood see a man who takes it as more attractive than usual. I never advertised the pheromone side effect and never mentioned it to anyone.

Testing proved it was as safe as the other common pills. In tests where only the male reaction to it was measured, it was nearly as good as Viagra, Cialis, and the others. Fortunately for me, word got around that men who used my drug seemed more successful winning over new ladies. It became a favorite of single guys and earned my company several billion. Maybe I shouldn’t say “my” company, since I only own a third of it.

I’d also partnered with a cigarette company to make a new brand for women, with an additive which lowers the sexual inhibitions of females. It doesn’t arouse them or control their minds. It only lowers their fear and worries related to sex, similar to what they would feel after three or four drinks, but without making them intoxicated. That’s enough for the average woman who smokes them to enjoy sex two to three times as often as usual and be more willing to sleep with people they don’t know well. Each cigarette also has a tiny amount of female sex pheromone, which strongly attract males, lesbians, and bisexual females.

My biggest and most secret discovery was a chemical I call AOA, Aroma Obsession Activator. At the time I accidentally invented it, I was between high school and college. School was out for the summer, and I was experimenting in my basic chemistry lab in the family basement. My mother brought a basket of dirty laundry down and set it on the floor between my lab table and the washing machine. During an experiment I burned my finger and yanked my hand away, causing me to spill some of my new creation onto the dirty clothes in the laundry basket.

The minor accident changed my life. AOA splashed onto underwear that had been worn by my three sisters. As the name suggests, I became sexually obsessed with the scent of my sisters’ panties. I spent the rest of the afternoon in the basement sniffing their filthy clothing and masturbating. I even tasted the underwear several times as I pleasured myself.

Soon after, I volunteered to wash the family’s laundry. I explained that I would do it since I didn’t like being interrupted while I worked in the basement. Every day or two I’d take the dirty clothes to the basement, smell and taste my sisters’ panties as I jerked off, then wash them.

I sniffed my mother’s underwear too. I thought the odor was repulsive, until I added a bit of AOA.

I was worried that somebody might find out, but nobody did. I knew incest was wrong and didn’t want to screw my sisters, but I LOVED their scents! My taboo desire gradually faded, and after a few months I didn’t feel the strong need to smell the panties. I started missing the extreme pleasure the addiction had given me, and made a new batch of AOA to put on some more of their dirty underwear.

Shortly before I turned 19, I came up with a very naughty idea. My parents were going away for the weekend. I got up early and ejaculated into my oldest sister Melissa’s orange juice and mixed in some AOA. I hoped it would make Melissa obsessed with my semen, so she’d be willing to suck my dick. It did, and now she insists on having orange juice every morning, too.

That night I held a pair of my soiled shorts near her face. After she sniffed them quite a while, I asked if she wanted some from the source. That night I got the first, second, and third blowjobs of my life.

I didn’t know it would make her obsessed with semen in general, not just mine. In addition to giving me almost nightly oral sex, she started having lots of sex with her boyfriend, and then several of his friends. Only a couple of months later, she was pregnant with an unknown guy’s baby.

I didn’t do anything bad to them and never gave them any AOA, but our two sisters Megan and Molly followed her example. They became sluts and got pregnant and dropped out of college too. I felt terribly guilty and did what I could to help them.

Only a few months after Melissa found out she was pregnant, I met a wonderfully pretty and busty brunette named Beverly. Her nickname was “Beverly, as in hills”. I thought her 32-D breasts were amazing, and was even more attracted to her when we graduated college and they had grown to 34H.

After dating a few months, I finally confessed my body scent and dirty panty obsession to her. After just a few drops of AOA, her filthy underwear became the love of my life. She made me even happier by convincing me to go to the source, licking and playing with her delicious pussy and ass for an hour or longer as I jerked off nearly every night. Since all three of my sisters had become poor single mothers, I was terrified of having intercourse and the risk I might get Beverly pregnant. We dated for five years, but she was a 23-year-old almost-virgin when I finally married her.

I’d been sending my sisters a little money to help out when I could. Once I was married, I used some of my wife’s family’s wealth to help my sisters. I didn’t think Beverly would notice the few hundred a month I sent each of them. She didn’t notice, but her accountant did and told her. The conversation we had the next morning was quite uncomfortable.

One night Beverly introduced me to one of her friends. “Jerry, this is Angie. She was the ‘boyfriend’ I had before you. We had some great times together.” I thought Angie’s face and curly red hair were beautiful. I was nearly floored when Angie pulled her panties from beneath her skirt and held them under my nose. She asked, “Would you two like to have some fun with me tonight?” Other than meals and trips to the restroom, the three of us didn’t leave our bed for two days. Angie got married and moved away not long after.

Since I knew my wife liked women too, I decided to introduce her to Megan, Melissa, and Molly. I’d told them not to mention we were related, and that Beverly would help them a lot if they became her girlfriends. We’ve had an arrangement for many years now, and all of us seem at least mostly happy with it.

I’m writing this in my personal journal which I keep locked in my safe, because I’ll never admit this to another person during my lifetime. Once a month or so, I give each of my sisters a drink containing a bit of AOA and my wife Beverly’s natural scent, thus their obsession with her. I give Beverly some of theirs, too.

One time my oldest niece Jill’s mother left her with us to take a two-week contract job. My wife and I were very happy to, since we liked kids and would never be able to have any of our own. We had a fun and happy time taking her to parks, the zoo, and the pool. The only issue was that I discovered some of her dirty underwear on the floor after she left. Out of habit, I sniffed it and discovered she smelled a LOT like her mother. You can imagine what I did for the next twenty minutes, alone in the bathroom, with the teen’s scrumptious dirty panties.

I’m quite ashamed of the deals I made with my sisters and quite embarrassed about the videos and pictures they sent me, but they helped me hold out and behave until the girls were 19 and truly old enough for adult activities.

When Jill was 18, I started sending her small blue suckers infused with blueberry flavor, a little AOA, and my natural scent. I’d finally figured out how to make it specific to a particular male. Jenny has been getting them for several months, and I gave Jessie her first a few days ago. I’m confident they’ll fall in love with me quickly. I’ve also made suckers with the girls’ aromas, red cherry ones for Jill’s scent, pink lemonade for Jenny, and yellow pineapple for Jessie.

The other reason I give the girls the suckers and special cigarettes should be obvious. Like most straight males, I love to watch a pretty girl suck on something. Since finishing puberty, I’ve dreamed of screwing three young women while they make love to each other.

I can’t wait for it to really happen!

Jessie turns 19 next month!

– – –

Jenny, continued

I also found the formula and a small bottle of AOA in the safe.

I wonder if I mix some with my pussy juice, and put it in my handsome nephew’s dinner tonight…

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Willow’s deepest, darkest fantasy is to molest a patient while giving her a gynecological exam. Now, thanks to a little magic from Sam, she’s getting the chance.

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

The Devil’s Pact Side-Story: Willow’s Fantasy

Note: This takes place in between Chapters 32 and 33.

Sunday, July 15th, 2013

I walked through my clinic, inspecting the finishing touches to the remodel. Everything was looking great, which was a good thing, because tomorrow was Monday and the grand opening of the Women’s Health Organization for Reproductive Empowerment. We were a charity Gynecological Clinic to provide free OB/GYN services to poor girls, and to find a few, beautiful young women who might want to serve Mark and Mary.

It wasn’t a big clinic. There was a small reception area with a few chairs, the newest magazines sitting on a glass coffee table, and a windowed counter where Jayda, my receptionist, would work. Behind her counter were the filing cabinets where patient records would be stored. Jayda was setting up her computer, a frown spoiling the beauty of her innocent-looking face. She was young, only twenty, and very pretty. She was my favorite of the four women that worked for me. Today she wearing a pair of old jeans and a loose shirt. A silver choker was around her neck that read: “Willow’s Gal.”

All my workers wore the chokers. Besides Jayda, there were three nurses: Hayfa, a dusky skinned Arab with beautiful, dark eyes; Madalyn, a strawberry-blonde cutie with huge breasts; and Thi, a doll-faced Vietnamese woman with a beautiful smile. All four women were volunteers from the Church of the Living Gods, eager to serve their Gods and gain eternal beauty. Apparently, getting bound with the Zimmah spell was something many of the worshipers aspired to.

I did not get why anyone would worship Mark and Mary.

Maybe it was because I knew them. I knew firsthand that they weren’t Gods, just humans who made some dark pact with the Devil and consorted with other demons. They could have put a stop to being worshiped. But it played to their vanity, particularly Mark’s, who had an ego the size of Jupiter. I used to be one of their sex slaves, but after the attack last month, the pair grew a conscience. They freed all of us sluts, as they called us, and I decided to work for them, running their clinic. The perks were great; I had four beautiful women that were eager to share my bed.

Particularly young, fresh-faced Jayda.

I walked down the hallway that led back to my office, the three exam rooms, a bathroom, a small laboratory, and a breakroom. The hall smelled of fresh paint and I squeezed past a few Church volunteers who were just finishing painting the walls an eggshell white. Each exam room was furnished with exam tables, counters, and shelves full of all the supplies necessary for a clinic. My three nurses were going through the inventory of each room, making sure we had everything ready for the grand opening.

I paused as I stared at the exam table, picturing a young woman just coming into her sexuality. I would spread her legs and examine her young vagina covered only by a sparse mat of hair. She would be nervous, and trusting, as she experiences her first Gynecological examination. She would shudder as I probed her vagina carefully with my finger, looking for abnormalities. All the while I would be enjoying the feel of her innocent womanhood on my fingers as I carefully brought her to an orgasm.

I was getting wet just thinking about it. After a few years working as an OB/GYN I developed that fantasy. I felt guilty, at first. How could I get so aroused at the thought of molesting my young patients? I was straight, dating Yancy at the time, and I couldn’t understand why I would have such disgusting fantasies. I tried to suppress them, to forget about them. I married Yancy, even though I wasn’t happy with the relationship, trying to convince myself I was happy with him. He was a great guy, and I tried so hard to make our marriage work. And then Mark and Mary came along and they awakened me to pleasures I had only fantasized about.

When Mary sat on my exam table, and spread her legs, I had been shocked to see Mark’s cum leaking out of her vagina. With a few words, Mary had convinced me to molest her as I did my exam. I remembered how she shuddered so deliciously as I brought her to an orgasm. It was all my dreams come true.

After that, I started to realize I was gay.

These last few weeks, living with my nurses and Jayda, I found just how satisfying being with a woman could be. No wonder I was never happy with Yancy. I had been living a lie. Deep, deep inside me I must have known the truth. I was a lesbian and my conscious brain just refused to see the signs.

Tomorrow, I was going to experience my darkest, most depraved fantasy. I was going to molest one of my patients. I just needed one thing and hopefully she could help me out. I sighed; I had been putting off going to see Sam. The disgusting woman was always leering at me, stroking that vile cock she created for herself.

“Is that computer ready, Jayda?” I asked as I walked back up front.

“Yes, Mistress,” Jayda answered. It was so delicious to hear someone call you ‘Mistress’. No wonder Mark and Mary made us all their slaves.

I left the nurses to finish getting things ready as Jayda and I got into my red Prius. Sam would want something to pay for what I needed and I have seen her leer at Jayda. Hopefully she would be enough; I would hate to have to get fucked by Sam’s freakish dick. I drove up Meridian, turned right onto 39th Avenue and took that out to Shaw Road, hung a left, then turned right into the Mountain View Estates. The bodyguards waved me in, dressed in their slutty cop outfits. My eyes lingered on their figures, the way their breasts just seemed about to spill out of their half-unbuttoned blouses. Mark and Mary owned the entire neighborhood; the only people that lived on the block were their families and employees. They gave me 2911, third house on the right, that I shared with my three nurses and Jayda. I pulled into the garage and Jayda and I walked up the street to Sam’s house.

Sam lived at the second house on the right, just around the bend in the road. I knocked on the wooden door, stained a dark red, with frosted windows. I waited for a minute, grabbed the brass knocker on the door and knocked again. I heard soft footsteps, then Candy, Sam’s plaything, opened the door naked. She was a young, curvy woman with hazel eyes and a playful smile on her lips. Her hair was dyed garishly: half cotton-candy blue the other half bubble-gum pink.

“I need to speak to Sam,” I snapped.

Candy licked her lips suggestively. “Is that all you really need? Maybe you need to use her special tool,” she giggled.

“Wipe that grin off your face and tell Sam it’s important,” I ordered.

“Fine,” Candy pouted and flounced off, her tight rear wiggling delightfully as she walked up the stairs. A moment later she returned and invited us in and led us to the living room. “Would you like anything to drink?” I asked for a white wine and Jayda for a coke. Candy smiled bitchily at us and pointed at the kitchen. “Feel free to get it yourself.”

“Well, well, I’m surprised to see you here, Dr. WolfTail,” Sam said smugly as she sauntered in. She was naked, her dark-olive skin glistening with beaded water, her short, blue-black hair damp, and her filthy cock swinging between her legs. “I thought you wanted nothing to do with my ‘disgusting growth?’ Right? That’s what you said.” Her eyes narrowed.

“Yes, well, I need something for the clinic,” I replied, trying to sound diplomatic. “For their clinic.”

Sam sat down next to Candy, fingered a strand of blue hair, then pulled her plaything’s head down to her lap. Candy opened her mouth, eagerly sucking Sam’s cock into her lips. Sam leaned back, smiling at me, and I tried my best to hide my disgust. It wasn’t natural, a woman having a cock, but Sam loved to flaunt what she gave herself.

“What do you need, Dr. WolfTail?”

“Well, Ms. Soun, I need something to make the young girls biddable,” I said. “To keep them relaxed and docile, and to leave no bad memories of their examination.”

Sam’s grin turned hungry. “You want something to let you molest the girls you exam?” I nodded stiffly. “That hardly seems like something Mark or Mary want you to do.”

“They need me to find them girls,” I answered. “Willing girls, to work for them. I need to make sure they are…responsive.”

Sam laughed wickedly. “I can arrange that, for a price.”

“What?” I asked, trying to ignore Candy’s sloppy blowjob.

“Well, I need a volunteer to test my amulets on,” Sam answered.

“What?” I asked in surprise. “I thought those weren’t working yet.” Sam was working on amulets that could deflect bullets. She promised they would be better than a bulletproof vest, if she could only figure out how to get them to work.

“It’s possible they don’t work because I’ve only tried them on mannequins. But, if I had a living person to shoot at…” Sam shrugged. “That might make it work.”

“Absolutely not,” I snapped. “Shoot at one of the bodyguards. That’s what they’re good for.”

A suggestive look crept into Sam’s eyes. “Well, I know you think my cock is disgusting, but if you give me a blowjob, that’ll cover it. And swallow, of course.”

“How about Jayda gives you one,” I countered.

Sam eyed the girl, who blushed prettily. “I’ll need more than a blowjob from her. I want her for the week.”

“The night,” I countered. “I need her for the clinic.”

Sam grinned. “For the night. But I get to use all of her.”

“Of course,” I said, shuddering to think what this hermaphroditic freak would do to my sweet Jayda. But, I wanted to molest some sweet, young girl too much to balk at her price.

Sam pushed Candy off her cock. “You know what to buy?” Sam asked and Candy nodded. “Good, go.” Candy scurried off and Sam crooked her finger at Jayda. “Why don’t you come suck my cock. And take that choker off, you are my slut for the night.”

Jayda glanced at me and I nodded. I stood up as Jayda took off her choker and knelt before Sam. Jayda grabbed the cock and hesitantly started sucking it. “I’ll expect my magic and Jayda by seven tomorrow morning.”

“Oh yes,” Sam moaned, stroking Jayda’s honey-brown hair.

I took Hayfa to bed with me and spent half the night fucking her with the largest strap-on cock I had. I used every hole the poor girl had, trying to wear myself out. I was so excited to finally live my dream, I just couldn’t fall asleep. Finally, I passed out from exhaustion, and the alarm ringing at 6:30 AM was far too soon. At seven, I walked over to Sam’s house, dressed in a tight, gray skirt and violet blouse. Candy opened the door and led me up to the bedroom. Sam and Jayda were sprawled on the rumpled sheets. Cum stained Jayda’s hair and leaked out of her cunt and ass. She was sleeping softly and yawned when Sam woke her up with a kiss. I wasn’t pleased to see Jayda kissing Sam back so eagerly.

“Go home and get that disgusting cum cleaned off your body,” I ordered Jayda. “And put your choker back on.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Jayda squeaked as she darted from the room.

Sam’s grin made me grind my teeth. So smug and pleased with herself. Candy handed me a brown paper bag. I looked inside to seen incense sticks. “Really?” I asked her.

“Aromatherapy is a very old practice,” Sam answered. “When burned, anyone not bound by the Zimmah spell will be very docile and will let you do whatever you want to them. Afterward, they’ll think it was all just a daydream. A very pleasant daydream.”

“There are only fifteen in here,” I complained, counting the sticks.

“One for every time your sweet Jayda made me cum,” Sam grinned, stroking her hardening cock. “If you want more, just let me poke her a few times.”

“You’re disgusting,” I sneered.

She laughed derisively. “You’re the one looking to molest your patients. Now, if you don’t mind, I need to get some sleep. Jayda and I didn’t get much rest at all last night.” Sam’s wicked laugh followed me out of her bedroom. I didn’t care. I had what I wanted.

I was excited to try out the magical incenses and was full of energy as we got the clinic ready for our first patient. Word of a free clinic was out, and we were booked full of patients for the first two weeks. The first patient was a disappointment, fat and homely, and I rushed through the exam as fast as possible.

By the time I saw my fifth patient, I was despairing of ever seeing even a moderately attractive woman walk in. Sighing, I walked to exam room 3, grabbing the patient’s chart that hung on the door. I gave a quick read through the patient’s medical history, sexual history, and the vitals that Madalyn took. I walked into the room, putting on the professional smile I liked to give my patients, and almost stopped in surprise.

Her name was Cindy Mayflower, sixteen, and a virgin, according to her chart. She was here for her first ever Gynecological exam. And she was just perfect. She was nervous, trying to hide it with a shy smile. Her blonde hair was long and gave her face a waifish cast. Her green eyes sparkled and she relaxed when she saw me. She wore an examination gown, her clothes carefully folded on a seat. I eyed her body; she was flat-chested, her breasts just starting to develop, and her lower legs were slim and beautiful with a pair of cute, ankle socks fringed in lace covering her dainty feet.

“Hi, I’m Dr. WolfTail,” I greeted. “But you can call me Dr. Willow.”

She nodded. “Okay, Dr. Willow.”

“Relax, relax,” I told her. “Do you like incense? I find that the pleasant smell can help relax a patient.”

Madalyn smiled at me, moving to the drawer where five of Sam’s incense sticks were kept, along with an incense burner. She lit it with a lighter, and a pleasant, lavender smell started to fill the room. It wouldn’t affect Madalyn or myself, we were both bound to Mark with the Zimmah spell, but I saw Cindy breathe the pleasant aroma in deeply and then relax.

“That’s lovely,” Cindy murmured.

“Well, let’s get that exam gown off,” I said, brusquely.

“Oh, really?” Cindy flushed.

“Yes. Madalyn, why don’t you help her,” I said.

“Absolutely, Doctor,” Madalyn smiled, taking Cindy’s hand and pulling her gently to her feet. “Let’s just get this coarse thing off of you.” Cindy held up her arms as Madalyn pulled the gown off her body and I felt warmth spread from my pussy; she was absolutely to die for. Her breasts were just budding, little bumps topped by small, pink nipples. Her hips were starting to develop curves, and I let my eyes trail over to the wisps of blonde hair sprouting on her pubic mound.

“You are such a beautiful girl,” I breathed.

“I am?” Cindy asked. “I mean, I’m so flat. All the other girls need to wear bras.”

“I think they’re just perfect,” Madalyn told her, and my nurse boldly ran her finger around Cindy’s small mound, tracing up to her nipple. Cindy shivered, her nipple hardening.

Cindy glanced at Madalyn. “You really think so?” Cindy asked, eying the well-endowed nurse with a bit of envy.

“I think she wants to see your tits,” I told my nurse.

Cindy bit her lip and then her green eyes widened in surprise as Madalyn pulled off her sky-blue scrub top, exposing a large pair of heavy breasts. “They’re so big,” Cindy breathed. “Your aerola is so wide. Wider than a silver dollar.”

Madalyn pressed her arms against the sides of her big boobs, forcing the fleshy orbs together and she shook them teasingly at Cindy. “You can touch them, dearie,” Madalyn purred.

Cindy hesitantly reached out and gently squeezed a handful of Madalyn’s tits. “Wow,” she whispered.

“Well, Cindy, let’s check your heart and lungs,” I told her. Cindy hopped back on the table and I grabbed my stethoscope and placed it on her chest.

She gasped as my stethoscope touched the edge of her left aerola as I listened for her heartbeat. “That’s cold.”

I grinned as I listened to her heart, my hand brushing against her hard nipples as I moved the stethoscope around. She had a strong heart; then I listened to her breathing. Everything was just fine, but I let myself linger a little longer, moving around her breasts and enjoying the little shudders that passed through her body every time I caressed her nipple. While I check her lungs from her supple back, my other hand rested lightly on her right breast.

“Now, let me give you a breast exam.” It was completely unnecessary at her age, but I just wanted to play with those small breasts.

As I reached out to grope her small breast, I could smell the spicy scent of her arousal. I gently cupped her breast with my hand, kneading the soft flesh as I ‘examined’ her. I enjoyed the feel of her firm, budding tit. “Everything feels healthy,” I murmured, “now to check the nipple sensitivity.”

“Okay, Doctor Willow,” she sighed, her cheeks flushed.

I took my fingers and gently pinched her nipple, rolling the hard, little nub between my fingers. “How does that feel, Cindy?”

“It feels good. It makes me tingle.”

“Where?”

Her face turned crimson. “My cunny,” she whispered.

“Good, good,” I smiled. “You have very responsive nipples.”

I switched to her other breast, massaging the firm flesh as I pretended to search for lumps. Her breathing was growing heavier and she squirmed as her lust mounted. I bent down and sucked her right nipple into my lips, swirling my tongue around the nub.

“Oh, Doctor Willow!” she gasped. “What are you doing?”

“Checking your nipple,” I answered. “I need to know if you respond to oral stimulation. We want to know that your body is developing properly.”

“Oh,” she answered, then sighed as I went back to sucking at her nipple. “Hmm, that feels really good. Down there.”

“Excellent” I smiled as I released her nipple. “You’re a very responsive young woman.”

“My cunny feels all wet,” Cindy said with alarm.

“Your body is just responding to the stimulation,” I said. “It’s very natural.” I sat down on my exam stool and Madalyn guided her legs into the stirrups. Her pussy was flushed and damp with her arousal. She had a tight slit, no labia minora peaking out, and her clitoral glans was tiny, just peaking out of her clitoral hood. “You are a lucky girl,” I told her. “You probably won’t need to use lube when you have sex.”

I glanced at her face and she had managed to flush even redder. She jumped as my finger gently traced her labia majora, enjoying the silky feel of her almost bare lips. She bit her lower lip, her eyes wide as she watched me trace the edge of her slit, up around her clitoris, and back down the other side. Her juices accumulated on my finger and when I finished my trace I held up my finger, examining the clear, slick liquid. I rubbed it between my fingers then licked my finger slowly, tasting her spicy flavor.

“Oh my gosh,” Cindy whispered. “You tasted it.”

“Your vaginal lubrication appears healthy,” I told her. “No strange color, odor, or flavor.” I paused, and smiled at her. “In fact, you taste just delicious.”

“That’s good,” Cindy said weakly.

“Now, I’m just going to do a visual examination.” I used my fingers to spread open her labia majora. She was pink and wet inside, her labia minora small and swollen. I shined my penlight into her vaginal opening and saw that her hymen was intact. Everything looked fine, so I let myself stroke her labia minora. “How does this feel?”

She was quivering with pleasure, her voice thick with arousal. “Very nice, Doctor.”

“Good, good,” I told her, tracing the petals of her womanhood around her vaginal opening. Then I reached her small clitoris and gently rubbed it. Her body jumped as the pleasure surged through her youthful body. “And how about that.”

“Oh my gosh, what did you do?” she asked in awe.

“That is your clitoris,” I told her. “Do you masturbate?”

“Not really,” Cindy answered. “Sometimes I rub against a pillow.”

“Well, your clitoris has more tactile nerve endings then any other spot on your body,” I told her. “Masturbation is a very healthy activity, you should do it as often as you like.”

“Oh, okay,” she said. She was so cute with her face flushed in embarrassment.

“Now I’m going to do a bimanual examination. I’m going to insert two fingers inside your vagina and then press onto your groin with my other hand to detect any abnormalities. So just relax.”

“Okay, Doctor.”

She drew in her breath as I gently slid two fingers into her tight, virgin hole. “You’re quite tight,” I told her. “And very warm and silky.” I pressed up against her hymen. “Your hymen is still intact. I can break through your hymen for you. It will let your first sexual encounter with a boy be more pleasurable, or allow you to use dildos while masturbating.”

I gently slid my fingers in and out of her, allowing my thumb to brush her clitoris. “Oh, um, I guess. If you think, ohh, it’s best, Doctor.”

“I do,” I told her. “After the examination is finished.”

I gently pressed on her groin, feeling for any abnormalities. I kept up my shallow finger fuck, enjoying Cindy’s sweet moans. I started stroking her clitoris, using my thumb, rubbing it with gentle circles. Cindy was squirming on the exam table, tossing her head and arching her back as sweet pleasure flowed through her body. The paper on the exam table crinkled as it stuck to her sweaty back. My own pussy was on fire and I took my left hand and pulled up my skirt and pushed my gray, silk panties off and found my pussy. My thick pubic hair was matted with my arousal, and I gave myself a bimanual examination.

“Oh my gosh, doctor,” Cindy suddenly panted. “Oh my gosh, that’s so amazing! Oh, yes, yes! Please don’t stop, something’s happening.”

“Nurse, the patient is growing too loud, give her something to occupy her mouth.”

Madalyn smiled. “I know just the thing, Doctor.” Madalyn moved to the head of the exam table, stroking Cindy’s face, presenting her heavy breast and fat nipple to Cindy’s lips. “Suck it, dearie,” Madalyn cooed.

Cindy licked her lips, eying the hard nipple hovering over her face. I gave her clitoris a nice stroke and she shivered in pleasure, then opened her lips and engulfed Madalyn’s fat nipple, sucking instinctively. Madalyn purred in pleasure, stroking Cindy’s blonde hair. I looked down at Cindy’s aroused vagina, licking my lips. She smelled so heavenly, I just had to taste her. I bent down and started licking at her slit, sucking her slim labia minora into my lips and rubbing the tip of my nose gently against her clitoris.

I pulled my fingers out of her tight vagina, and buried my tongue into her hole, drinking her spicy juices. Her hips bucked and I wrapped my right arm around her leg, holding her down and pinching her clitoris. I fucked my fingers in and out of my pussy, feeling my orgasm build as I pleasured young Cindy. My tongue wiggled deep into her pussy, pressing up at her hymen.

A sudden flood of spicy juices filled my lips as Cindy bucked on the table. I dug my fingers into my cunt, searching for my G-spot and joined my teenage patient, shuddering delightfully on my stool as my orgasm exploded throughout my body. I pushed back from the exam table, standing up. Madalyn pulled away and Cindy lay panting on the table, a happy smile on her lips.

“Was that an orgasm?” Cindy asked as my nurse walked over to me.

“Yes,” I told her, then kissed Madalyn, her tongue eagerly tasting Cindy’s juices. “Now, let’s remove your hymen, okay?”

She nodded her head, her fingers reaching down and rubbing at her pussy. I shrugged out of my white doctor’s coat, then started unbuttoning my blouse. Cindy was preoccupied with playing with her pussy, exploring her folds and crevasses. She smiled excitedly when she found her clitoris. Madalyn was unlocking a drawer, and pulling out the strap-on dildo. Every exam room was stocked with a variety of sex toys, for just such an occasion. Then Madalyn came up behind me, unhooking my bra. After Madalyn helped me out of my skirt and then pulled my panties down, she slid the strap-on up my legs. Cindy finally noticed I was naked, her eyes widening as she saw the purple dildo that Madalyn was strapping tightly against my clit.

“What are you doing, Doctor?” she asked, fearfully.

“Preparing to remove your hymen,” I told her with a smile. “The strap-on dildo is the perfect tool.”

She bit her lip, looking unsure.

“Dildo’s have a long history of medical uses,” I explained. “They were commonly prescribed to women to cure ‘female hysterics’. Sexist, I know, but a young girl like you shouldn’t keep her lust bottled up. So relax, it will be over quickly.”

I walked towards her, and I saw her eyes drink in my beauty. My skin was a beautiful, cinnamon shade, from my Native American heritage. I was a member of the Puyallup Tribe. My breasts jiggled and swayed as I walked, my nipples dark and hard. I pursed my lips – I had been told they were red and sensuous – my face framed by long, black hair.

She jumped as I touched her pale thigh, stroking it with my hand. She was still in the stirrups as I mounted the exam table, the paper covering crinkling. Cindy’s eyes were glued to the violet dildo that moved closer and closer to her virgin vagina. Her budding breasts heaved as I leaned over her, my breasts dragging across her stomach, up to her chest. My black hair fell in a curtain about my face as I stared down at her green eyes.

“Shh,” I whispered as she opened her mouth to speak, then I bent down and captured her lips with a gentle kiss. Her lips were stiff as I kissed her, nibbling gently, and she slowly relaxed, kissing me back.

I reached down, guiding the plastic cock to the entrance of her vagina. I rubbed it on her slit and I felt her stiffen momentarily beneath me. I kept kissing her, rubbing her labia majora and clitoris with the dildo, and felt her resistance fade. I kept prodding and I slowly slipped the dildo down her tight vaginal opening. I kept pushing, the dildo pressing pleasantly against my clit, until I felt the resistance of her hymen.

I broke the kiss and whispered, “Are you ready, Cindy?”

“Is it going to hurt?”

I licked her ear, “Just a bit, sweetie. And then it will feel wonderful.”

“Okay, Doctor.”

I pushed forward, pressing against her hymen. The dildo drove back into my clit, pleasure tingling throughout my body. Cindy winced as my dildo suddenly tore through her hymen, burying deeper into her once-virgin hole. I rested in her, kissing her face and softly cooing at her. She relaxed, her tongue probing my mouth, kissing me with the awkward passion of youth.

I started pumping my ass, a slow, gentle thrust. Cindy started panting softly, sighing in pleasure as the dildo rubbed against her sensitive walls. Every time I pushed into her, the dildo pressed against my clit. As my pleasure built, I needed more sensation on my clit, so I started fucking this sweet teen faster and faster.

“Oh gosh,” she sighed. “Oh, Doctor, that feels amazing! No wonder people like sex.”

I sat up, hooking her legs with my arms, pushing them up higher and changing the angle I was thrusting into her vagina. “How’s that?”

“Ohh, you’re rubbing different spots. Umm, I like it.” She licked her lips. “Your breasts are bouncing.” Her hand stretched out and the former virgin’s hand gently cupped my breast. She gave it a squeeze, then moved her thumb to brush my nipple. “Wow, they feel so nice. Soft yet firm somehow. I can’t wait until I have tits.”

“Umm, pinch my nipples,” I gasped, pumping harder at her vagina. Electric pleasure tingled from my tit as her fingers pinched and played with my dark nipple.

A low hum suddenly filled the room. Cindy and I turned to my right and saw Madalyn, fully naked, her legs spread obscenely as she rubbed a small, finger vibrator over her thick pussy lips and clitoris. She was shaved bald, her head thrown back as she moaned softly, her strawberry-blonde hair falling loosely about her shoulders. Cindy stared transfixed at the huge, heaving breasts as Madalyn pleasured herself.

“You like big tits?” I asked her.

“They’re just so large and round. I’m so jealous.”

I reached out, kneading her budding breast. “Umm, but yours are just so cute.” I bent over, still humping away, and licked and sucked at her nipple. She gasped as I gently nipped the hard nub with my teeth, then I sucked the entire nipple and aerola into my mouth.

“I’m feeling funny again!” Cindy moaned. “I think I’m gonna orgasm again. Oh, shoot, oh shoot! Something’s building inside me.”

“Cum, dearie,” Madalyn purred. “I want to watch that innocent face of yours contort as you cum.”

“Yes, yes! I’m cumming! Oh shoot!” Cindy bucked beneath me.

I released her nipple, thrusting hard into her. She kept moaning wordlessly and I kept fucking her as she came. I rose up on my arms, watching the cute teen as she bucked on the exam table, the paper covering crinkling as she writhed in pleasure. Her green eyes flashed as her eyelids fluttered with her pleasure. My own orgasm was nearing, threatening to explode. I thrust into her, the dildo grinding pleasurably hard on my clit, then I pulled out and thrust in again. In and out, every thrust fueling the fire.

“Oh fuck!” I moaned as I shuddered in delicious release, burying the dildo deeply into her teenage vagina as the pleasure exploded through my body. Breathing hard, I stroked her sweaty, flushed face and bent down and kissed her lips one last time. In the background I could hear Madalyn’s gasps as she came.

I pulled out of Cindy, the dildo sticky with her juices and pink with her virginal blood. Cindy laid back on the exam table, her eyes closed and a contented smile on her face. Madalyn helped me remove the strap-on and started washing the sex toys as I quickly dressed. I handed Cindy her exam gown and she stood up; the paper covering on the exam table stuck to her sweaty back bringing a giggle from the girl. Madalyn pulled on her scrubs and Cindy laid back down on the exam table. I blew out the incense and Cindy blinked suddenly.

“Oh, Doctor, I’m sorry for falling asleep,” she yawned.

“It’s okay, sweetie,” I told her. “Is your mom or dad with you?”

“My mom,” Cindy answered, then shifted uncomfortably. “I’ve never met my dad.”

“Well, I need to talk to your mom before you leave,” I told her. “I’m afraid I’m going to need you to come back next week. It’s nothing serious, but I may need weekly examinations to make sure everything is fine.”

Cindy nodded, paling a bit at my lie. I just had to have this sweet thing again. I took the dildo I fucked her with and placed it in a small, brown sack, handing it to her. She flushed when she saw what was in the bag. “You’ll need to masturbate with this dildo every night before you go to bed. It will help with your condition.”

“O-okay, Doctor,” Cindy blushed cutely.

I led her out to the lobby and saw a beautiful woman, maybe thirty or thirty-one, with Cindy’s green eyes and light brown-hair that fell losely about her shoulders. She wore a blue tanktop that clung to her large breasts and a pair of skinny jeans that hugged a round ass. I smiled and introduced myself.

“I’m Pearl,” Cindy’s mom replied, shaking my hand.

“I’m afraid Cindy has a very rare condition. It’s called Prevarication Syndrome,” I told her. “Now, it’s very manageable. I will, however, need to see her once a week.”

“Oh, of course,” Pearl nodded, concern painting her face.

“Now, this can be genetic,” I told her, my eyes roaming her gorgeous body. I glanced at Jayda, yawning at the computer. “Have there been any cancellations?”

“Yeah, the 11:30 canceled,” Jayda answered. “Exam room 2 is open.”

“I really would like to exam you, Pearl.”

“Of course,” she nodded in worry.

“Jayda, have Hayfa take Pearl back and tell her to light the incense.” I turned and smiled at Pearl. “I find a pleasant aroma relaxes my patients.”

I entered exam room 1; another fat patient I sighed. I rushed through her exam, impatient to finish so I could give Pearl a far more intimate examination. I was curious to find out if the mother tasted anything like the daughter.

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Funny with food

It was early morning and Tiffany Anne would be coming home from work any minute. I was sitting naked on the couch, softly stroking my bald pussy and watching a little TV while I impatiently waited for her. When I heard the sound of her car pulling up outside, I quickly turned the TV off and sprang to my feet. As soon as she had entered the door I was on her. No words were spoken; I wrapped my arms around her, looked lustfully into her eyes and passionately kissed her sexy lips. The way she kissed me back had my body just wanting to melt into hers. Our tongues joyfully played together in each other’s mouth; our breathing got faster and at the same time carried our moans for each other. She grabbed my bare ass and pulled me even tighter to her, juices from my already aroused pussy were running down my inner thigh. God, I needed her so bad!!!

After some very passionate, lust filled kissing and having our bodies, our breasts, pressed so tight together, I moved away from her just enough to slide my hands under and up her blouse. Braless, I found her hard little nipples with my fingers; she let out a soft moan, and tilted her head back. Leaving her neck exposed for my mouth to softly lick and kiss it. She loves having her neck kissed and if the passionate kisses we shared before hadn’t made her wet, this was sure to. My hands were happily massaging her breast as my mouth moved lower down her neck. I pushed her blouse up to where it was bunched up above her breast as my lips quickly grabbed her hard nipple. Softly kissing and then sucking it, before moving on to the other, which was also very hard. My hand slid down and I unbuttoned her jeans, while my mouth was busy on her breast. Slipping my hand inside, I was pleased to find her not wearing any underwear at all, and just as I expected, she was quite wet for me. She took a deep breath as my finger tips parted her folds and one gently slipped inside her.

My lips were slowly kissing lower, and I removed my hand from her jeans. I had only wanted a touch, a touch to feel her warm creamy wetness that I so badly wanted to plunge my tongue deep into. I crouched in front of her and while I was covering her tummy in kisses and licks, my hands were pulling her jeans down across her hips. She removed her blouse and it dropped to the floor next to me. On my knees in front of her, my lips had reached her waist and were moving below her panty line to her shaven area. Her hands were running through my hair, and urging me to go lower. Her jeans were on the floor at her feet, and as my kisses and licks moved lower, she stepped out of her jeans to spread her legs for me. I smiled up at her with a naughty smile. I knew what she wanted. I did as well, but I so enjoy a teasing my lover. I covered her pussy with my mouth and she immediately pressed into me, taking another deep breath. I plunged my tongue in her deep, tasting that cream filled center of hers, the cream she had made for me. Then in one slow long lick, I licked from her creamy pussy, to her clit, across her mound, over her bellybutton, between her breasts, up her neck, and found her lips with mine. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and we melted into each other as we passionately kissed, letting her taste her own juices on my tongue and lips. We kissed like we could never get enough of each other, like we hadn’t seen one another in years, the kind of kisses that make your head spin and you weak in the knees.

I started steering her toward the closest piece of furniture as we were kissing. It wasn’t really furniture it was the kitchen countertop. Once her butt hit it she quickly hopped up on it, and spread her legs for me to stand between. She then leaned back to the wall behind her, and my tummy was pressed against her wet pussy as we continued to kiss. I was kissing down her neck again as she was gently rocking her hips and grinding her wet pussy into me. With a smile I stepped away from her, her eyes so full of lust. I went to the refrigerator, reached in the freezer and pulled out a large ice cube. With a naughty smile on my face I reached out and touched her on the neck, just behind the left ear with it. Slowly traced it down her neck, over her shoulder, across her chest, onto her perfect breast, across her left nipple, between her breasts, on her right breast, across that nipple, up her chest, over her shoulder, and up her neck to the spot behind her other ear. Her wet little nipples were rock hard, and dying to be warmed back up as the water left behind by the ice cube ran down her body. With my tummy pressed back against her pussy again, my lips took the place where the ice cube had started, softly kissing and licking up the moisture left behind. When my lips reached her nipples, I spent extra time making sure to get all the water off them and warm them up properly. Kissing back up her neck, making sure to warm her up with my tongue and lips, our lips then found each other’s. A deep passionate kiss, as her hands reached out and started playing with my breast. Mmmmmmm, my nipples were so hard as she played with them and pinched them.

Stepping back again, I slowly traced a line down her body with the ice cube, starting at her neck, and ending at her bald pubic mound. Then tracing the cube up and down both sides next to her pussy, and finally ending with it pressed and melting against her clit as she took a deep breath. Where the ice cube had gone, my mouth had to follow, slowly kissing and licking my way down her body. Softly I licked her mound and then licked next to her pussy on both sides, ending with my lips on her swollen clit and softly sucking it. She was wiggling her butt trying to get me to lick the rest of her pussy, as I pulled away again.

Going to the refrigerator, this time finding some whipped cream in a spray can and a long carrot. The kind of carrot with the greens still attached.

Tiffany Anne looked at the carrot and quickly said, “Grab two, I have two holes!”

My jaw dropped. She is so hot and such a turn-on. I reached back in and grabbed a second carrot with a smile on my face and thinking how sexy and naughty. I shook up the can and sprayed two little clouds of whipped cream on her nipples, the third little cloud went directly on her warm wet pussy. No playing around, I licked the cream off of her boobs, starting at the base of each breast and finished the lick at her nipple. Once that was done I slowly toyed in the whipped cream on her pussy with one of the carrots, running it around her pussy, through her folds and covering the carrot with a combination of whipped cream and her pussy juices, finally bringing the carrot up to my mouth, licking and sucking it clean.

“I want a taste.” She purred.

I then did the same thing again this time dipping the tip of the carrot inside her, pulling it out and feeding it to her hungry mouth. She licked it and slowly sucked it clean. One more time I used the carrot to play in the whipped cream and her pussy. This time when I brought it to my mouth I bit that skinny little end off the carrot, making the useable part of it much thicker, and better to fuck her with. Then I finished licking the whipped cream off her pussy and plunged my tongue deep in her to make sure I had the last little bits. With all the whipped cream gone, I have finally gotten to Tiffany Anne’s cream filled center. She softly moaned, running her fingers through my hair as I licked deep in her pussy and my tasty treat. My face was covered in her juices, as I pushed her legs high in the air so that I could tongue that cute little butthole of hers. Some of that yummy juice from her pussy had run down to her butthole, so I cleaned that up and probed her little butt with my tongue. Her butthole nice and lubed up with my saliva, I took the skinny carrot and slid it in her butt. With a deep breath she immediately pressed her butt down to meet the carrot. I then went back to licking her cream filling while slowly fucking her sweet little ass with the carrot. My pace on the carrot in her ass was getting faster and deeper. I could tell she was getting close to orgasm. I took the larger carrot and plunged it in her pussy; she began rocking her hips to match my thrusts with the carrots in both her holes. My lips latched on to her clit and sucked it for all it was worth. In a matter of moments she was cumming.

“Cum for me baby, cum for me, flood my mouth with your juices!!” I said.

Still fucking both her holes and sucking her clit, she let out a squeal, arched her back, and curled her toes as she came. I pulled the carrot out of her and covered her pussy with my mouth, licking up her juices as she came while still fucking her ass with the other carrot. Her juices flooded my mouth, and I kept softly licking long after her orgasm had subsided, smiling at the look of satisfaction she had on her face and at how much I enjoyed pleasing her.

Once she regained her composure, and I had licked up most of her juices, she sat up. She reached out with both hands, grabbed my face and with a smile pulled me to meet her lips. Passionately we kissed, my tongue, lips, and face covered in her juices. Her kisses once again had me wanting to melt into her, and highly aroused. After cleaning her juices from my lips and face, she gently pushed me back, giving her room to hop off the counter. She took me by the hand and guided me to lie on the kitchen floor. She grabbed a bowl out of the cabinet, and reached in the freezer and put a handful of ice in it. Then she pulled a bottle of chocolate syrup out of the refrigerator, she knelt down next to me and we started kissing again. So hott, so aroused, so wet I was for her. She reached into the bowl and popped one of the ice cubes in her mouth. Her cold lips and tongue started kissing my neck. Mmmmmm, it sent tingles down my back, but felt so good. Lower she kissed and licked, over my shoulder, across my neck. My nipples were hard way before her cold lips and tongue got to them. But it felt so good to have her kiss, lick, and suck them, they turned bright red as she released each one from her mouth with a pop. She then kissed her way back up to my mouth, her cold wet tongue felt and tasted so good. During our kiss the last of the cube melted away. She popped another cube in her mouth and started kissing down my body again. In a staggered pattern this time that brought her mouth once again to my nipples, a good hard suck with a pop to insure that they stayed nice and hard and red. Her kisses continued lower, reaching my belly button, she swirled her cold tongue in it and licked it out. As her kiss reached my panty line, it began to tickle a little, which caused me to lift my butt off the floor and almost push my pussy into her cold mouth. Her kisses reached my bald mound; I let out a gasp this time instead of reacting to a tickle; I so wanted her mouth on my wet warm pussy. Her cold tongue softly licked around my pussy, but never touched it. Everywhere her tongue went, I tried to push my pussy toward it, hoping she would give it the lick it so badly needed. Finally she licked it, and when her cold wet tongue parted my folds I nearly came. My pussy was so wet and creamy for her, and it felt so good having her cold tongue in me.

Tiffany Anne reached in the bowl again this time pulling out two ice cubes, and inserted them in my pussy. Oh, they were so cold they nearly numbed me. She continued licking me as my hot pussy quickly began melting the cubes. Soon she was drinking the combination of melted ice and my juices from my pussy. With a long lick the length of my body her mouth was meeting with mine, her cold tongue and lips verses my hot tongue and lips, plus, added to it, the taste of my pussy on her mouth. I pulled her tight to me as she pressed down on me harder. I love kissing her.

She broke from our kiss and grabbed the bottle of chocolate syrup. With a naughty smile she started squirting it on my breasts, down my tummy, and on my wet pussy. With both hands she smeared the chocolate syrup all over my breasts and tummy. My breasts looked like two scoops of ice cream covered in chocolate with cherries on top, and that’s exactly how Tiffany Anne treated them. Starting at the bottom of each scoop, she licked her way up, and gave my cherry nipples a little suck every time she reached them. Oh, it felt so good. Some of the chocolate had gotten on her face so, I pulled her to me, kissed her lips and licked the chocolate off her cheek.

She climbed between my legs as I spread them wide for her. She started lick where she had left off, working her way down my tummy, licking my belly button. The lower she went the hotter I was getting. She reached my chocolate syrup-covered pussy and started licking like an ice cream cone. I took a deep breath; yes, finally; I needed to cum! Her tongue never penetrated me deeply like I wanted, she was still teasing me. She pushed my legs in the air and with both hands I held them for her as she began licking the chocolate that had run down to my butthole, swirling her tongue around it and probing it. She reached around behind her and pulled the skinny carrot that was still in her ass out, positioned it at the entrance of my butt and slid it right in. As soon as I felt it I pressed down on it, in an attempt to help her put it deep in me. Her mouth then went to my pussy, and plunged her tongue deep in me, as she slowly fucked my ass with the carrot. She reached over and grabbed a couple more ice cubes from the bowl and inserted them in my wet pussy. Licking me some more as my pussy was flowing with my juices and water from the cubes. She grabbed the larger carrot and plunged it in my pussy. The fluids inside me spilled out all over, as she tried to lick them up. Her pace on the carrots in both my holes quicken and the orgasm I so needed was quickly coming.

“Make me cum, babe, make me cum!!!” I cried out.

Faster and deeper with the carrots she worked. Her mouth was sucking on my swollen clit. I was cumming, my head was spinning, as the waves of orgasm rippled through my body. Tiffany Anne removed the carrot from me and covered my pussy with her mouth, my body tensed up and the squirt gushed into her awaiting mouth.

“Yes baby, yes, flood my mouth with your juices, I want to drink from you.” She said.

Eagerly she licked and swallowed up my juices. Oh my god, I felt so good, such a powerful orgasm I had. She kept softly licking me till all my juices were gone–and my baby looks so sexy doing it. Then she pulled the carrot from my ass, and in an instant inserted it back in to hers. I smiled and laughed, as she lay down on the floor next to me. Holding each other we cuddled and softly kissed for the next several minutes and commented how lucky we were to both have such a hott and fantastic lover. Everything was perfect!!!!

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Ava and Aingeal experiment with their new connection and have a naughty time.

The Rogue’s Harem

Book Three: The Rogue’s Passionate Harem

Part Two: The Princess’s Naughty Experiment

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

Note: Thanks to WRC 264 for beta reading this.

Chapter Four: Sex Slaves’ Fun

Sven – Az, Princedom of Kivoneth, The Strifelands of Zeutch

“Slam that pussy down his cock,” Nathalie said, her small breasts jiggling as she lay stretched out beside me. “You got Master all hard with your naughty antics.”

“I’m so sorry Master,” the lamia said, looking at me over her shoulder. Her sleek back led down to her tawny tail dancing back and forth. Her reddened ass, proof that I spanked her hard, glowed beneath as she wiggled her hips. Her soaked bush tickled the crown of my cock, stimulating the tip and sending pleasure down to my balls. “It was so bad of me to make you so hard while punishing me for being so bad.”

“Yes, yes,” I growled. “So bad.”

“She’s so wicked, Master,” Greta said. Ava’s bedmaid lay on my left side, her large breasts pressing into my arm. After a week, she had slipped into her role as my sex slave, following Zanyia and Nathalie’s lead. Ava was delighted to see her devoted servant loving me. “Slam that cunt down his cock and ride him!”

She gave Zanyia a quick smack on the rump, bringing a yowling gasp from the Lamia. Her tail bristled for a moment then her back arched. Purring, she slammed her tight cunt down my dick. She engulfed me to the hilt.

I groaned as her hot snatch sank down my dick. Her silky snatch took more and more of my cock until her reddened rump pressed into my groin. Her tail switched across my chest, her tail caressing me. She wiggled, stirring her pussy around my dick. She looked over her shoulder at me, pleasure spilling across her face.

“I am so sorry, Master,” she panted. “Does this help make you feel better.”

“You’re not moving,” I groaned, cupping Nathalie’s ass and pulling her closer to my right side.

“Bad slave,” Nathalie said and gave Zanyia a quick smack on the rump.

The lamia’s pussy clenched down hard on my dick. I groaned at that sweet delight. Then she rose up my shaft, squeezing the entire time. Her pussy sucked at my cock. I groaned at the wondrous feel of her cunt.

“That’s better, slave!” Nathalie said, her braided pigtail spilling across her cheek as she smacked the lamia again.

“Ride him hard, slave!” Greta added, her pillowy breasts pressing tighter against me as she added her own spank to the lamia’s red ass.

“So hard!” Zanyia yowled and slammed her cunt back down my dick.

I shuddered at the hot grip of her snatch sliding up and down my cock. She worked that pussy faster and faster. She bounced, her tail sweeping back and forth, brushing both girls on either side of me, caressing my chest, adding one more delight.

SMACK!

Nathalie giggled after spanking the lamia, making Zanyia’s cunt squeeze down so hard. “Faster! Faster! Make Master cum!”

“Yes, yes,” Greta moaned.

SMACK!

“Faster! You were such a bad lamia!”

I groaned as her cunt rode me faster and faster, the two sex slaves smacking her ass over and over. Zanyia’s supple back rippled. Her tawny hair danced about her shoulders, her cat-like ears twitching as they thrust above her head. Her purring grew and grew as she pleasured my cock with that tight pussy, making me ache and groan.

Her juices coated my cock, soaking my bush. She grew wetter and wetter as the sex slave rode me, her ass growing redder. The naughty smacks echoed through the bedroom. Nathalie and Greta squirmed beside me, their blue eyes bright, the Zeutchian sex slaves having so much fun.

“Faster!” Nathalie moaned.

CRACK!

“Make our master cum!” groaned Greta.

SMACK!

“You were such a wicked sex slave!” panted Nathalie.

CRACK!

“So bad! Wicked sex slave!”

SMACK!

I groaned with each spanking, loving the feel her pussy squeezing and clenching about my dick as she shuddered. She worked her hips, purrs rising and falling in volume as she pleasured me. My cock ached, the pressure building and building at the tip of my dick.

SMACK!

CRACK!

“Bad sex slave!”

“Naughty lamia!”

“I was so naughty!” yowled Zanyia, her tail thrusting straight out at me. It caressed my chest, spilling back and forth. “So, so naughty, Master! Let my cunt please you! I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry for being bad!”

“Make me cum and your forgiven!” I growled, playing along, unable to stop myself. She just felt so good.

The eighteen-year-old Nathalie whimpered, hugging me so tight. “Cum on his dick, slave!”

“Uh-huh!” Greta said, her body moving. Suddenly, her large tits pillowed against my face.

I shuddered as her breasts pressed on my face. I sucked and nibbled on her nub. My cheeks hollowed as I sucked hard on it. My dick throbbed in Zanyia’s pussy as I loved the feel of her. Her pussy grew hotter and hotter.

Her silky slide made my balls boil. I groaned about the nub, the ache spreading up to the tip of my cock. Her cunt sucked at my dick as she rose, my balls throbbing, aching to spill my jizz into her and make her howl.

Zanyia slammed her cunt down my dick. “Master!”

Her pussy convulsed about my dick. Her snatch writhed about my cock. Her flesh massaged my shaft. I squeezed my eyes shut as her orgasm washed over my dick. Her juices flooded out, soaking my balls with her passion.

“Yes, yes, Master!” she howled. “Cum in me! Pump me with your cum! I wanted it so badly!”

“Dump your jizz into her, Master,” whimpered Nathalie. “Use her naughty cunt.”

My balls tightened. I sucked so hard on Greta’s nub. She groaned, pressing her breasts against my face, her pillowy flesh caressing me. Then my balls unloaded. Pleasure shot through me as my cum spurted through me.

I groaned, my ass clenching as my jizz pumped out of me. Each blast made me groan. Each blast buried my mind in rapture. So much pleasure shot through me. Her pussy milked my cock. I groaned as the wondrous bliss washed through me.

“Oh, Master, yes,” she moaned, her pussy spasming about my dick, drawing out every drop of my cum from my balls.

I panted, a wave of lethargy washing over me. My mouth popped off Greta’s nipple. My eyes fluttered. My eyes squeezed shut. I suddenly felt so tired. The long day, the fighting, pulled at me. I closed my eyes, releasing Greta’s nipple.

Greta pulled her breasts away from me. I glanced over to see Kora already asleep in Ealaín’s arms. My head laid back on the pillow. Zanyia’s pussy rose off my cock. My dick popped out of her snatch. It smacked wet against my belly, going soft.

Sleep pulled at me.

“Good night, Master,” Nathalie said, her voice so soft. Then her lips nuzzled on mine, just a quick kiss as she snuggled her lithe, petite body against me. “Love you.”

“Love you,” I told her, giving her a final squeeze.

I surrendered to sleep, my sex slaves snuggled against me, Zanyia draping her petite body on my chest, so light and warm and silky delight.

Chapter Five: The Princess’s Naughty Experiment

Princess Ava

Everyone else was asleep. I stared at Sven curled up with Greta and his other sex slaves, Zanyia sprawled on him. Her tail twitched as she slept, her mouth opened. She looked rather cute. A tingle raced through me to have sex with…

My father.

I shivered at that pull to my father. The spell he placed on me, this lust enchantment, swept over me. When my attraction to him overwhelmed me a few weeks ago, when I suddenly just had to have sex with him. That I wanted to commit incest with my father. Sometimes, it swept up at me and I wanted to leave and go to him.

Usually, Sven could help me. I could have sex with my betrothed and it would lessen the need. I wouldn’t have to run out of the bedroom and flee back to my horrid father. I wouldn’t have to spread my legs and beg him to fuck me. To breed me.

Gods, I was glad I still had my birth control enchantment on me.

Aingeal’s wings fluttered. The faerie hugged me from behind, her pierced nipples caressing my back as she humped her shaved crotch into my rump. She grabbed my small breasts with both her hands, squeezing them.

She helped, too. Her fingers rubbed across my nipples, taking the edge off my incestuous lust itching through my cunt. The naughty faerie nuzzled at my ear. Her lips nibbled on my lobe, making me entire body tingle.

“I want to try it out again,” Aingeal said.

“Huh?” I asked, wiggling, my pussy growing hotter and hotter.

“You know, what we did?”

I shook my head. Despite my horniness, that exhausted ache was forming behind my eyes. I should sleep. We were the only two in the harem awake. I should slip into sleep. That horny ache for my father warred with sleep.

And now what Aingeal did to me.

“You know what we did,” Aingeal said. “The shared imbuing. Did it only happen because I was unconscious? Did something change with us? Can I inhabit the feyhound with you at the same time.”

I groaned. I really didn’t want to think about this now but… Her fingers felt so nice on my pussy, and the hornier I grew, the more I ached for my father. This frustrated swell filled my pussy. I had to do something.

But I had to do it with my father. I whimpered, squirming, the heat building and building in me. My pussy clenched, aching for that forbidden cock sliding into me. I squirmed against her as she licked my ear again.

“Okay,” I said, rolling onto my back. She grinned, slipping atop me, her large breasts pressing into my small mounds.

A tremble ran through me at the feel of her, my lusts surging. I needed my father so badly now. Luckily, the other way I found dealing with this perverse attraction generated by the rogue priestess of Luben’s spell was to inhabit the feyhounds body and fucking someone in it.

I did like having a cock in that form.

I closed my eyes and felt my proxies. I had several, vessels that I could imbue with my soul. I inherited the gift from my parents. Somewhere in the distant past, the Krab, God of Crafting, had sex with some women. Their offpsrings had these abilities. All those with his blood could do this. There were only a few bloodlines, my mother and father each from a different one.

It was why my father wanted me to be his queen. To breed a son.

The feyhound was a construct that Aingeal made with her faerie magic. She wove the dog-shaped thing out of twigs and wicker, forming a hound made out of woven wood with a leave for a tongue and a huge cock for her own perverse pleasure. When we fought with Keythivak, one of the depraved servants of Zizthithana, he dispelled the spirits animating the feyhound. Out of desperation, I found myself inhabiting it. Controlling it. I hadn’t prepared it. I shouldn’t be able to inhabit it.

But I could.

Then when Zizthithana and her ogre attacked us this evening, while Aingeal was knocked out, I pulled her soul into it, too. The feyhound’s body was badly damaged, on the verge of failing. If it were a normal proxy, my spirit should would have been ejected, the vessel too destroyed to hold me. Instead, Aingeal flowed in. While she couldn’t move it, she could use her magic, mixing her spirits to heal and protect and fight for us.

I flowed into the feyhound, inhabiting the body. My own flesh fell away. It was there, in the back of my mind, but I wasn’t paying attention. It was just a… shadow in my mind. If something happened to my body, like a hard pinch of my nipple, would jolt my awareness back to my flesh. I settled into the wicker body, feeling different, my body a new shape.

It had a cock that ached, sliding hard out of its sheath, responding to my own lust and…

“This is different,” Aingeal said as she inhabited with me. “I just flowed in with you.”

“Did you have a choice?” I asked her as I rose. The feyhound had rested on the floor in the corner. I stared at the bed, at almost eye level. My arm dangled off the side, my fingers slightly curled.

“No,” Aingeal said. “It was like a trapdoor opened beneath me and I fell into you. I think… something has fundamentally changed when you pulled me in.”

“Fascinating,” I said, that lust I felt in my body now throbbing through me. Aingeal’s body had fallen over mine.

I hopped onto the bed, staring at the faerie spread out on top of me, both our legs parted. Her pussy had a gleam about it from her excitement. Without hair, her vulva was plump, her slit tight. My strawberry-blonde bush did little to hide my own snatch. My wooden dick twitched staring at us.

“Getting horny?” Aingeal asked me, her voice sounding melodic.

“You were playing with my nipples,” I lied.

Aingeal giggled. “Plus we look hot lying there. We could lick ourselves.” Her soul shivered in our shared vessel. “Well, you could lick us. I’m just along for the ride.”

I smiled and moved closer. I leaned my wicker muzzle down and lapped my leafy tongue across her pussy, gathering her honey musk. It was so naughty. Another difference between the feyhound vessel and others is that I had my sense of taste. I could feel and see and hear in my vessels, but never taste.

And she tasted good.

Ooh, that’s wicked, she moaned. I felt that. Distantly. Ooh, lick me again.

My tongue fluttered out, drawing up her pussy to her taint. Her honey tasted so good. I inhaled, also able to smell in this form, and shivered. Another aroma, a fresh delight, filled my nose mixing with her honey. My own horny flesh.

I nuzzled at my own pussy, licking through my own curls. I shivered, distantly feeling the leafy tongue on my pussy while I tasted myself. It was so wicked. It made my wooden cock ache more and more. My tongue flicked up to Aingeal’s snatch, fresh delight turning into honey passion.

I licked again and again, stimulating my own pussy, caressing my clit and labia. I made Aingeal moan in our shared vessel, her soul quivering against mine as I lapped at her again and again. I pleasured us, drinking our shared juices.

It was so delicious. The fresh and honey flavors staining my tongue. I whimpered, my wicker body creaking as I nuzzled tight into her our fleshes. I feasted on us, making us both moan and gasp. My pussy drank in the leafy tongue swabbing across my flesh.

I probed my tongue into my pussy. I squealed, stimulating myself. Every lick only made my dick harder. I had to fuck something. I had to fuck Aingeal. Myself. This was so wicked. My tongue fluttered up to her pussy, soaking in her honey delight.

“This is so wild,” Aingeal moaned. “Ooh, yes, yes, you’re making me so wet. And our body… Our body needs to fuck something. Us!”

“Yes!” I moaned.

“Do it!” the faerie moaned, pressing against me. “Fuck us both. Pound our naughty pussies. Look at us. We need it.”

Our bodies didn’t move at all. They looked asleep, but… I did need to fuck us. I had to satiate my lusts before they consumed me. Before I bounded from this room and rushed to Echur. I could run for days straight to reach my father and…

I mounted our bodies, my cock sliding against one of our thighs. I slid up the flesh and… nuzzled at my own pussy. I felt my silky curls about the sensitive tip of my thick cock. I whimpered, finding the entrance to my pussy.

I thrust into myself.

I felt my hot pussy engulf my cock at the same time I distantly felt myself being penetrated. My sleeping body clenched down on my wooden dick. I let out a whimpering moan, my wicker body quivering.

“We’re in your pussy, Ava!” gasped Aingeal. “This is so hot!”

“Isn’t it?” I asked, drawing back my wooden cock through my own pussy.

Pleasure surged through me. Two different delights. The hot cunt stimulating my cock and that thick shaft teasing my pussy. I thrust back in, savoring my hot cunt. I couldn’t bury all the way into her, my stomach brushing Aingeal’s ass, but it was more than enough to make me whimper.

I was fucking myself. I was pounding my own pussy. The bed shook as I thrust harder and harder. Sleeping, unconscious me flooded my soul with such delicious sensation while my hot cunt gripped my dick, teasing it, building my excitement.

“Now me!” Aingeal moaned. “Fuck me, too! I need to be pounded. I want to feel this. It’s incredible being in your pussy.”

“You can feel this?” I asked, pounding myself so hard, rapture rippling out of my cock with every thrust.

“Yes! Oh, Ava, this is incredible fucking a woman. Sven is so lucky to get this delight when fucking us. But I also love being penetrated. I want to feel both.”

I groaned, not wanting to rip out of my own cunt, but… I wanted to give Aingeal something, too. My pussy felt so empty when I pulled out. I whimpered, missing that hot embrace about my vessel’s cock. I shifted my hips, nudging against Aingeal’s snatch.

Yes, yes, yes, fuck me! the faerie howled in our shared reality.

“Aingeal!” I moaned through the feyhound’s mouth as I rammed my girl-dick into her.

I slid into the faerie’s tight pussy. She was just as juicy as mine, but different. She wasn’t as tight at the entrance as mine was. Her texture was subtly different. I couldn’t quite place it, a little silkier, but it was amazing. I groaned, burying all the way into her, pleasure shooting down my body.

Her soul spasmed against mine. Her pussy squeezed down on my wooden cock. I drew back, drinking in the stimulation, and slamming into her. I wanted to fuck her hard. To pound her. She felt so delicious about me.

“This is so wild!” Aingeal groaned. “You’re in me as I feel us fucking me. It’s echoing on me. Oh, wow, pound me! Fuck me!”

“So hard!” I growled aloud, pounding her, my wicker body groaning as I fucked her. I wagged my tail, my hound-like form flexing to thrust my wooden cock over and over into her juicy snatch.

The friction gripped my cock. Her juices soaked me. It was just so naughty. It made me shudder. I pounded her faster and faster. I rammed into her cunt so hard. So fast. I felt her body shifting atop my own sleeping flesh, her pussy juices flowing down to my cunt.

She soaked me. She gripped me.

Aingeal moaned. Her soul hugged me as I pounded her cunt. The ache built and built at the tip of my cock. That delicious, explosive release building in me. Aingeal was a naughty faerie. She gave her feyhound the ability to ejaculate.

“Oh, Gods, we’re going to cum in me, aren’t we!” moaned Aingeal. “Cernere’s black cunt, we are, aren’t we?”

“Uh-huh!” I moaned in our souls. Then I growled out loud, “Aingeal! Oh, Aingeal, your pussy!”

“Gods, yes!” Aingeal gasped.

Her pussy spasmed about my dick. Her body came, trembling on my own flesh. The faerie’s soul quivered against mine as her pleasure coursed through her. Her naughty tunnel stimulated my cock, making me feel so good. So amazing. I had to explode in her.

But what about my pussy?

I rammed into Aingeal’s convulsing flesh. Then I pulled back. Her sucking, spasming cunt caressed my dick. My wicker body shuddered. The pressure deep inside my feyhound body swelled to its breaking point.

I came just as I ripped my cock out of her pussy.

Jizz fired from the wooden dick. Each blast sent a jolt of rapture through me. I groaned, stars bursting across my vision as the wondrous pleasure flowed through me in powerful blasts. I felt the cum splashing on my own pussy. I was ejaculating in myself.

“This is so amazing!” Aingeal howled. “Oh, wow, we’re jizzing on my pussy. And these blasts. This is incredible. Ooh, cumming with a dick is intense!”

“Yes!” I whimpered, the pleasure peaking as the last squirt of cum fired out.

“Ooh, yes, but it’s already over?” Aingeal shivered inside the vessel. “Wow, that was so fast. It was like a few heartbeats of such intense bliss and then…”

“And then you want to go to sleep,” I said.

“Or play like real women.” She shivered “Let’s lick each other clean, Ava. We jizzed on each other’s pussies! Now we’re all messy.”

“Yes,” I groaned aloud, distantly feeling the busty faerie squirming on my real flesh.

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Aingeal

The feyhound leaped off of the bed. Then Ava released us. I flowed back to my body and groaned, opening my eyes, staring into Ava’s bright blue depths. Her were cheeks rosy, her strawberry-blonde hair spread out around her head. She was just so cute. I shivered, our own hot cum dribbling down my pussy. I wished it was in my cunt, but the naughty princess tried to be selfish. Instead of giving me all of the cum, she shared it.

“I’m going to lick your royal cunt so clean,” I purred as I moved, my pierced nipples sliding over her flesh.

“I like the sound of that,” Ava said.

My wings fluttered as I turned around. My pink hair fell past my features as I straddled her face and stared down at that golden-red bush of hers matted in the feyhound’s cum. I was so glad I made Scáthnamhaid even if he didn’t last long before Keythivak disrupted him.

Inhabiting a feyhound was as much fun as being fucked by one. It was such a hot experience cumming with a cock. But now I craved a more feminine delight. A more familiar, and longer lasting, bliss.

Ava’s greedy hands grabbed my butt-cheeks. She pulled my hairless pussy down to her hungry mouth. I groaned as her tongue fluttered across my cum-stained folds, gathering my honey and our cum.

Smiling, I nuzzled into her thick bush and licked. The feyhound’s cum had a salty yet sweet flavor, almost like pine resin. It was a naughty combination mixed with her fresh pussy cream. My tongue darted out, gathering both as I wiggled my hips.

My breasts pressed into her stomach, feeling her muscles ripple as she trembled beneath me. My pierced nipples drank in the silky caress of her skin, the golden rings threaded through each of my fat nubs shifting, adding such delight. Lightning shot down to my pussy just in time for her tongue to dart into my depths.

“Ava!” I whimpered as she swirled her tongue through my pussy, stimulating me. I shuddered atop her, grinding my cunt on her hungry face.

Pleasure fluttered through me. Her licking made me feel so incredible. She lapped and licked and nuzzled. She sent wicked delight fluttering through me. She stimulated me. Made me feel so wanton and naughty. I loved very moment of it. I squeezed my eyes shut, grinding my pussy on her hot face, her tongue dancing through my folds.

My tongue found her clit. I circled it, lapping the salty-sweet cum off her bud. She trembled, fingers digging into my rump, as I lathed her bud. Her moans grew, her tongue’s flutterings growing stiffer. She jammed it into my snatch, fucking me like she did with that wonderful, wooden cock.

“Ooh, yes, yes, such a naughty princess!” I moaned. “Cernere’s black cunt, that’s good. Just keep doing that. Keep making me squirm.”

“Yes!” she gasped. “Slata’s hairy cunt, you taste so good.”

My wings fluttered in delight. I squirmed, so glad I was a part of this family, that Zanyia tricked me into being his woman. My wings flapped faster and faster. My tongue dove into her naughty cunt, swirling around, stimulating her.

She squeezed her thighs about my face. She bucked into me, her fingers digging hard into my rump. She pulled me tight against her hungry mouth, her tongue churning me towards that wonderful release.

My tongue danced through her folds, her wet silk caressing my cheeks. I reveled in it, breathing in her fresh musk. I could just lie here forever bathed in her cream. It was so exciting. It made me ache and shiver. My cunt ground on her hungry mouth, squirming and shuddering, letting her just attack me.

She drove me wild, and I returned the favor.

“Oh, Gods, Aingeal!” she gasped, her stomach flexing against my tits, massaging my nipples. “I’m going to cum! Keep licking me!”

“And doing this?” I asked before latching onto her clit. I sucked hard.

“Yes!”

Her squealing passion turned into a licking frenzy. Her fingers kneaded my rump as her tongue flew across my shaved folds. She stimulated my petals. She fluttered her tongue through me. I groaned and gasped, bucking beneath her, heat surging through my body. It was so delicious and wild.

Her lips found my clit. She sucked me like I did with her bud, her nose nuzzling into my folds. My wings fluttered faster. My orgasm swelled in my core, that delicious shiver of passion. I couldn’t wait for the waves of bliss to inundate my mind.

My fingers jammed into her cunt. I sank them to the hilt in her as I kept sucking and nibbling on her clit. She bucked beneath me. She squealed out in rapture. Her moans sang out, bathing my ears in her passion. She squirmed and writhed beneath me. I loved her. I tongued her. I savored every moment of making her quiver. Her pussy clenched down so hard.

Then she squealed about my clit. Her pussy spasmed about my digits.

Juices gushed out of her cunt and bathed my face in her fresh passion.

I savored it. I made her cum. Her body trembled beneath me. I made this wondrous princess cum. My husband’s royal betrothed. Her passions squealed about my clit. My little bud drank in and transmuted her pleasure into my rapture.

I came.

“Ava!” I howled as my cunt spasmed hard. My cream flowed out of me, bathing her face. “Cernere’s nimble fingers and black cunt, yes!”

My back arched, my nipples pressing so hard into her trembling belly. Waves of bliss washed through my body. My feminine orgasm surged through my body. It had me moaning and groaning. It brought me to such delicious peaks. It had my eyes fluttering.

I loved it. I savored it. I never wanted it to stop.

I collapsed on her, quivering atop her as she tongued my snatch. My rapture didn’t die right away. It didn’t end as abruptly as it started. But it kept reverberating through me. Kept me trembling and groaning. I mewled out in delight, my eyes squeezed shut.

“Oh, Ava, you naughty princess,” I groaned.

“Mmm, wicked faerie,” she panted. “Pater’s cock, that was hot.”

“Uh-huh,” I moaned in agreement.

Sleep pulled at me now. I wanted to join my family in exhaustion. I pulled my fingers out of her pussy, turned around, and cuddled against her. Our lips met in a pussy-flavored kiss, lingering traces of our salty-sweet feyhound cum added an exciting zest.

“Love you,” Ava murmured, her eyes squeezing shut.

I held the petite princess in my arms. “Love you all…”

It was such a wonderful thing to have a family again. After so many years exiled from Faerie, living alone in the Forest of Lhes, I treasured this. I held her tight, listening to her breathing slow into sleep.

Then I joined her.

Chapter Six: Dark Passion

Sven Falk

I woke up into darkness to an owl’s soft hooting, my women around me. I frowned, not sure why I came awake. It was still night or early morning. I should be asleep. I felt like I needed more but… Something didn’t quite feel right. I sat up. Zanyia had slid off of me at some point and now lay in a tangled mess of limbs with Greta. Nathalie was hugged by Kora with Ava and Aingeal beyond them and…

Ealaín wasn’t in bed.

I spotted her more as a shadow than seeing her, a form darker than the wall she leaned against. She was almost a black nimbus, and it was impossible to say where she ended and the wall began save for her head framed by that bright-white hair and her citrine eyes.

They almost glowed yellow in the dark, two orbs fixed on me.

I shifted down the bed, careful not to wake my women. My feet planted on the cold stones. The temperature dropped away from the bed, not kept warm by all the female bodies in close proximity. I ignored it as I stood and padded to her.

The closer I got, the more her shape resolved out of the darkness. Her breasts were large and soft, her body curvy and feminine. She didn’t have her cock summoned, her legs rising up to that delicious V, the cleft of her pussy cloaked by darkness.

“Does it bother you that I have a cock?” she asked, her words almost startling in the near silence.

I leaned against the wall beside her, bracing my left forearm on it. I leaned in at her, my right hand cupping a breast. Before the naga’s ogre attacked us, I felt something shift between us. She was always cold to me, remote, only showing my sister any affection. It was like that until Kora insisted Ealaín should share my bed.

Then she thawed.

“You don’t always have it,” I said, squeezing her breast. “Right now… you look female enough.”

She shiverd while her eyes slid past me to the bed. Too my sister.

My stomach tightened. “I will let her go,” I whispered. “I gave my vow to your mother. You don’t have to worry that I’ll let Kora, or the rest of my women, die out of selfishness.”

She looked down. “I know.”

Her words were tight. I felt her body quivering. A tension spread through her, everything about her going rigid. I frowned, wondering at this strange reaction shuddering through the strong warrior. She was fearless, fighting in armor with an ax in one hand and a war hammer in the other. So where did this trembling weakness come—

Her head lifted up and her lips found mine. I froze, caught off-guard by her sudden kiss, thoughts banished by her passion. By her arms wrapping about my neck. She pulled me tight against her. I felt the pillowy softness of her large tits against my chest, her nipples hard.

I responded like I would to any woman showing such passion.

I kissed her hard, pinning her to the wall. That bold confidence suffused her again. Whatever timidity had assaulted her vanished as she hooked her right arm about my neck, holding me tight to her while her left shoved between our bodies and found my hardening cock.

She guided me to her hairless pussy. The hot kiss of her feminine flesh made my dick ache and throb. I groaned as I rammed into her. She gasped into the kiss, her cunt clenching down hard on my dick, welcoming it in.

We kissed hard, our tongues dancing as I buried to the hilt in her. I rejoiced at the aoi si’s snatch wrapped about me. She groaned, almost a battle cry, into my mouth as her hips moved. She stirred her cunt around my dick as I drew back and hammered into her cunt again.

And again.

I pounded her against the wall. I didn’t hold back. She stirred such a passion in me. Every plunge into her hot cunt had me trembling. Groaning. My toes curled into the cold stone as my leg muscles bunched and flexed. I put my all into giving this warrior-woman what she craved.

She broke the kiss, moaning, “Sven!”

“Yes!” I growled. “You love my cock in you!”

“Uh-huh,” she moaned. “Rithi’s inspiring art, yes! Pound me! Make me cum on this dick!”

Her citrine eyes shone in the dark right before me. They brimmed with such need. I responded, giving her what she craved. I plowed my cock into her. I rammed into her so hard. I plunged into her, filling her up to the hilt. She whimpered against me, her cunt squeezing down so hard on me.

I welcomed every plunged into her depths, her hot flesh bathing me in her heat. She massaged my cock, bringing me closer and closer to erupting into her. I claimed her lips again, savaging her with my passion.

She whimpered into my mouth. I savored her kiss, devouring her lips as I fucked her with all my might. I slammed my dick into her, every stroke bringing me closer and closer to erupting. My balls swung and slapped into her, growing harder and harder.

Then she bucked against me. Her hot flesh convulsed about my dick. She squealed into my mouth as her passion surged hot through her. I shuddered, burying into her spasming flesh. She welcomed my cock, hungry for my cum.

I broke the kiss. “Ealaín!”

“Yes, yes, Sven!” she whimpered. “Make me yours!”

I thrust so hard into her, staring into her citrine eyes, seeing that passion she gave my sister. I groaned as I plunged into her. I was falling into her depths, losing myself to them as the ache swelled at the tip of my cock and—

I wrenched my gaze away. I couldn’t fall in love with her. I’d lose her with Kora. “Take it!” I snarled instead. “You want it! Need it! Slut!”

“Yes, yes!” she gasped, hugging me tight, her pussy massaging my dick.

My cum erupted into her depths. I groaned as I flooded her snatch with blast after blast of rapture. Her pussy welcomed it, spasmed about my shaft. She moaned, her mouth kissing at my neck, so hot, so brimming with her excitement.

“Oh, Sven, yes,” she moaned as my pleasure peaked in me.

Rapture buzzed through my veins as I leaned against her, panting. I felt her feminine curves, savored the way she trembled against me. I breathed in her scent. Gods, what a woman. Even if she could grow her clit into something extra, right now she was all female.

“That was beautiful, brother mine,” Kora said, my sister hugging me from behind. “I’m so glad you two are loving each other now.”

I closed my eyes. Gods, why did this have to be so hard? Why did Rithi have to demanded such a price?

I pushed those thoughts away. Nothing good would come dwelling on those. I had to give my sister up. Trying to find a way to outsmart a Goddess would only get all those she healed with her miracle—Aingeal, Nathalie, Zanyia, Kora—killed, living me to survive with the guilt. I believed Rithi would to it.

“We should get some more sleep,” I said. “It’ll be morning soon.”

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Kora Falk

“We could have slept longer,” Ava complained, the princess’s face drawn. She yawned, the sound mixing with the drifting hoots of an owl.

“You were fucking as late into the night as my brother,” I told her as I strode beside her. I felt the weight of the amulet around my neck. I wanted it destroyed so badly. “And he’s not complaining. Look at him.”

Sven marched ahead in his black leathers, Ealaín walking at his side. I smiled, a giddy thrill washing through me. Sven was falling in love with her, and she was returning his affection. Soon, we would have an even closer harem. The others loved Ealaín’s cock, and they would grow to love her, too.

My muse was wonderful.

“He’s just being strong because he’s a man,” Ava groaned. “We’re women. We can complain and act spoiled.”

“Do you want Sven to carry you?” I asked as an owl hooted over the bustle of the street.

“Would he?” Ava asked. “Sven, my beloved, would you carry me.”

“Nope,” Sven answered. “I’m not helping you act spoiled.”

“What if it’s not an act, Master?” Zanyia asked. The lamia walked upright, unusual for her, at Sven’s other side. Her ass was bright red still, a few spots of bruising discoloring the center. I itched to heal her with my divine magic.

But she wouldn’t be happy. She enjoyed being disciplined.

“What if she’s just spoiled?” The catgirl’s ears twitched. “Then would you carry her.”

“But she said it’s an act,” Sven said, something playful in his voice. “She has to just be tired from the walk.”

“You’re so cruel,” Ava moaned. “After all I did for you last night. All the pleasure I gave you.”

“If I carry you,then I have to carry my sister and Aingeal and Nathalie and Greta. I’ll even have to carry Zanyia.”

“Not strong enough, brother mine?”

“Don’t have enough arms, sister dear,” he answered. He threw a look over his shoulder and winked a blue eye at me. “So, to be fair, I can’t carry any of you.”

“We could have a rotation system,” suggested Greta. “Excluding Mistress Aingeal of course.”

“Me!” the invisible faerie flying above us gasped. “That’s not fair.”

“You can fly,” Ava said. “It sounds fair to me.”

“Ava!” the faerie gasped. “After everything we shared last night, you would deny me.”

“I want to be carried more often!”

I smiled at that, loving the smile crossing Ava’s lips. Some of the wariness faded from her. She walked with her back straight. “She’s right, Aingeal,” I said. “The rest of us can be carried more if you’re excluded.”

“That’s not fair! Flying is hard work.”

“Is it?” Sven asked. “I mean, you just kind of float around. How do you even fly?”

“By sheer force of personality,” Aingeal answered. “The world just accepts the reality that I can fly and arranges for it to happen.”

“So no effort on your part,” he said, nodding his head.

Aingeal let out a frustrated moan that had the rest of the women, save Ealaín, laughing. We drew looks from the others of Az walking the streets in the early morning. My own steps felt lighter and some of the lingering exhaustion from yesterday, and last night’s lovemaking, melting from me.

Even Sven was laughing, his shoulders shaking. I smiled at my brother sharing in our fun. His wild mane of gold hair danced about his shoulders. I wanted to run my fingers through it, caressing it. I wanted to kiss him. Love him.

“There is the temple,” Ealaín said, her words cutting through the mirth.

The Temple to Krab was a small structure, lacking the fancy ornamentation of the others we passed on the walk from Rithi’s. Pater had a massive complex, complete with towering statues of his fatherly beneficence, built in his honor, and the temple-prostitutes of Slata had erected a magnificence palace in which to worship their goddess. Even Saphique’s temple had impressive columns shaped like lovely women locked in lesbian passion.

Krab’s temple appeared so plain. So, drab. Austere. It looked like a craftsman’s shop, built of the same marble as the others, but a quarter their size. The columns that held up its porches’ roofs were utilitarian, no design or carvings to them. It looked well-built but so boring.

“I expected more,” Zanyia said. “Does Az not care about Krab.”

“It is a city of education,” Sven said. “You should see Biaute’s temple. And Luben’s is striking with its black and white marble. And that’s not counting the University of Az that is dedicated to Cnawen, Rithi, and Lagu. But Krab… He’s a God who builds things. It’s not the rich who patron his priests, but the laborers.

“So it’s not surprising his priests can’t afford anything as lavish as Pater’s temple or even Gewin.”

We climbed up the few steps to reach the entrance and… A stone door lay shut. I blinked at that. What temple wasn’t open for people to enter and worship. No acolyte waited to greet. I frowned as Sven formed a fist and pounded with the flat of his hand. Hard.

A dull thud echoed from inside.

“Do you need an appointment?” Aingeal asked.

I jumped. She stood right beside me even though I couldn’t see her.

“I don’t know,” Ava said. She moved up beside Sven. The princess, wearing a blue dress that clung to her petite frame, pressed her hand against it. “I can… feel something in there. Something needing to be filled and—”

Stone ground. The door creaked open revealing a blurry-eyed young woman with skin that possessed a faint hue of blue, her vibrant-red hair falling in a tangled mess about her face. Her eyes, an intense ruby, flicked around us, peering through the glass lenses of the silver-wired spectacles perched on her nose. Her unusual coloring marked her as a Valyan, traveling far from the southwest to serve here.

“What?” she asked then yawned, her hand covering her mouth.

My own mouth twitched, wanting to join her. Ava did, sounding cute as she did.

“What do you want?” the young woman, clearly an acolyte, asked. “Don’t you know how early it is?”

“That’s what I said,” muttered Ava. “We could have slept longer.”

“Yes, you could…” The exhaustion vanished from the young woman’s face. Her ruby eyes widened as she stared at Ava.

Then the girl fell to her knees and bowed to Ava, saying, “Masterwork Craft, what an honor to bless our temple with your august presence.”

I blinked. Masterwork Craft?

To be continued…

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The becoming of Mistress R

Please read part 1 and 2 first.

Part 4 will follow

After several months of enduring countless, rapes and tortures, for the viewing of the paying visitors of jennifer and mark, rachael had given up her faith in escaping her personal hell. Some of the situations she was placed in were pleasurable even though they were against her will.

Rachael no longer was embarrased whilst kirsty or jennifer paraded her naked in front of mark and the rest of the voyeurs who came to see her be punished. as promised Rachael was very well taken care of she always had food and clean clothing brought to her by kirsty’s visits, Jennifer had also allowed Rachael to have a small tv in her room.

The intercom crackled again, with its white noise introduction, Rachael be ready to leave in 20 minutes, No need to change into any outfit, Jennifer wants to meet you, so you better be presentable.

Rachael got off her bed, and went into her confined bathroom. She brushed her teeth till they were sparkling white, Brushed her long brunette and tied it back with a small hair bobble. She looked in her wordrobe, now full with sexual fetish uniforms, as she frantically tried to find something presentable, nothing was standing out. She was afraid of the consequences if Jennifer didn’t approve. Rachael had a flash back to the first night on the boat, when Jennifer pulled out Rachael’s pubic hair strand by strand for Rachaels disobedience.

Rachael had nothing else apart from the grey jogging bottoms and sweatshirt she was first given, Jennifer may not approve but Rachael knew she had no other option and confined herself to wearing them.

The door open and kirsty stood there, in true normal Kirsty fashion, no smile just a very seductive dominant look. “Well i suppose that will have to do.” commented Kirsty as she eyed Rachael upon down. Rachael presented her wrists, for the shackles she had become accustomed too when leaving her room. “No need for them today, i hope we can trust you not too escape?” Kirsty asked with half a smile. ” Rachael raised her eyes to Kirsty smile, “you know i wouldn’t try to escape. i have no where to go.” answered Rachael.

“Follow me” Commanded Kirtsy and with that Rachael followed, along many corridors Rachael was starting to remember where certain rooms were, the main one’s being the medical room, with its viewing windows and the dungeon. Rachael knew that every time she was taken down to the dungeon, she always needed help leaving. Either the beatings were too brutal or the pleasure was so unbearable she wasn’t able to compose herself to stand let alone walk out.

The medical room, was where she would be taken to before any public displays. The medical room was where she would be checked over by a private doctor, who would not talk to her but only to Jennifer away from the ears of Rachael. This room would also be where the make up would be applied, and also where Rachael would have her pussy, legs and armpits waxed.

Kirsty lead Rachael into Jennifers office. Jennifer sat in a very dignified grey suit and white blouse. “Rachael come in take a seat, i have a proposition for you.” Rachael’s face was a blank and decided it would be best to sit down rather than question Jennifer. “OK Rachael this is where we are, you’ve, been with us now for just over 5 months now, and we are starting to have trust in you.” Jennifer stood up and walked round her large oak table, and sat on the front of the desk facing Rachael. Rachael looked up in acknowledgement of her Mistress.

“I’m going to offer you a job, you can be a Mistress, Kirsty is willing to help you to adjust, you will be paid £30k a year, you can make use of the office computer to purchase anything you want online, you will also be taking part in dominating some of our clients and their partners. How does that sound?”

“Will i be trusted to leave Mistress Jennifer?”

“One step at a time, but for now you will shadow Kirsty as she preps a new girl in the medical room. Kirsty, Lisa is waiting in the medical room please take Rachael with you. That’s if you accept the proposal rachael!”

“I Accpet the role Mistress Jennifer.” Rachael replied.

“Good now follow Kirsty to the medical room, watch and learn.”

Sitting in the high chair was Lisa. A small very attractive Blonde haired girl with green eyes. Her wrists were shackled to the arm rests of the chair. Her legs were in the air supported by the knee rests, pretruding from the bottom of the chair. She wore a pair of tight fitting denim jeans, and a Black polo kneck Jumper.

Kirsty entered the medical room followed closely by a bewildered Rachael.

“you must be Lisa.” commented Kirsty as she walked over to the side of the chair.

“Wh.. what are you going to do with me” trembled Lisa with fear in her voice.

“I’m going to strip you naked, check you pain tolerance, give you a once over and a complementary waxing if required, followed by a good arse fucking! if you speak to me again with out permission. You understand that bitch.” with that kirsty slapped Lisa across the face and left a large red handprint on Lisa’s right cheek.

Lisa closed her mouth softly feeling the sting off the slap, tears started to form in the corners of her eyes’

Kirsty walked over to the bench and picked up a pair of scissors, mainly used for cutting the leathers off motorcyclists after an accident, to give access to the injury. Kirsty walked back to lisa, and started to cut off her clothing, being very careful not to harm her new toy.

Once the clothing was removed Kirsty stood back to admire the view of the bound naked body infront of her. Kirsty eyes were drawn immediately to Lisa’s shaven hairless pussy, and the inviting ring which pierced Lisa’s clit, with out commenting her eyes scrawled upto Lisa fleshy and curvy freasts, Lisa lightly tanned body paid complements to her darkened nipples.

“And what is that between your legs, slut?” asked Kirsty.

“What is what” Lisa said defiantley.

Kirsty knelt between Lisa’s legs, gripped the ring and pulled on Lisa’s clit. Lisa let out a high pitch scream of agony, as Kirsty pulled harder.

“Why do you have this pierced hmmph, is this for pleasure?. Look at this shaved pussy is that for all the men you fuck?. You fucking slut”

Lisa tears were streaming down her blushed cheeks. “i’m sorry miss, i’m so sorry”

Kirsty stood up again and turned once again to the bench, she bent over and looked through the cupboards under the bench. “A ha.”

Kirsty pulled out a cat of nine tails, and walked over to Lisa.

“Now you will refer to any woman as Mistress and any man as Master, you will also only speak when given permission. and will fulfil any request we have of you. Do you understand?”

“yes Mistress.” replied Lisa

“Now for your punishment”
Kirsty pulled back the strands of the whip with her left hand and a crack of her right wrist allowed the strands to crack against Lisa pussy. Lisa cried out in pain,

“2,3,4,5……20” counted out Kirsty.

Lisa’s make up was smearing with her tears.

“Rachael if you’d like to assist with this examination, please feel free.”

Rachael walked round positioning herself behind Lisa in her chair.

“i’ll squeeze her nipples whilst you test her pussy and ass hole.” Announced Rachael.

“Good idea, take her mind off me fisting her” Kirsty gleamed.

Thwack, sounded the latex gloves as Kirsty stretched them over her hands, deafining out the pleas of Lisa.
Followed by the squelch of the lubrication as it is applied to Kirsty’s hands. Kirsty worked immediately three fingers in and out of Lisa pussy.

“squeeze those nipples hard mind” Kirsty ordered.

With that Rachael piled on the pressure between her thumb and forefingers on Lisa already erect nipples.
Lisa squirmed in agony, pain and adrenaline surging through her veins. Kirsty carried on working her fist into Lisa, once up to the wrist she started to probe Lisa arse hole, and with out warning inserted two fingers and stretched her tight virgin ass. Kirsty started to rotate the fingers into Lisa arse, however struggled to insert a fourth after the third. Kirst could feel her fist through the thin membrane seprating the rectum from inside Lisa’s pussy. Lisa started to cry out even more, fighting her body’s natural urge of enjoyment, whilst Rachael was squeezing and twisting her nipples.

After a few minutes had passed Jennifer entered the room, Mistress Kirsty, Mistress Rachael you are now excused, we need to savour Lisa for tonights festivities, After all we dont want to upset our clients do we, Kirsty with drew her fist from Lisa’s pussy and finger’s from Lisa ass, took off her gloves and threw them in the medical waste bin. Rachael released her grip and looked to Kirsty.

“Come with me and i’ll show you round.” Kirsty said

Lisa sat in the chair astonished of how easily she was violated, mixed emotions running through her body. Lisa was upset, angry, embarrased however satisfied pleasurably. Jennifer eyed up Lisa’s naked and abused body, assessing if she would be able to fight against her wants.

“Lisa, my dearest Lisa. I’m going to take you to your room, in there you will prepare yourself for my pleasure tonight. You must clean yourself up and be awaiting me to come to your room, wearing what has been presented. Now follow me!”

Lisa unwillingly entered her cell, Jennifer had made her walk along the corridors to the cells naked. The first thing Lisa noticed in the cell, was a skimpy Black thong and A shiny Mask with an indentation for her nose and two eye holes in.

“Make yourself at home, i will be back in 1 hour, You will find through the door at the bottom, a small bathroom. Dont let you hygiene dissapoint me, or you will be severley punished.” Jennifer’s small speach was ended abruptly by The cell door slamming.

The longest hour of Lisa’s life had passed. Her ass hole was sore, her nipples had stopped burning, and she was starting to worry about tonight, the mentions of clients upset her. She started to wonder, “Am i to be forced into prostitution, what will they do to me if i dis-obey, who were the people holding her captive.”

The door opened, Kirsty entered and soon followed Rachael, they were both wearing black Latex Catsuits, gripping to their perfect bodies, The smell of rubber filled the room, and hung in the air. Lisa had managed to put on her thong but didnt wear her mask. Rachael stepped forward and forcefully pushed Lisa onto her bed. “Put that mask on and hold out them wrists.” Lisa did what she was asked and kirsty shackled her wrists follow me.

Kirsty walked in front and Rachael followed Lisa, they went through several corridors and up several flights of stairs. and entered, a large communal room.

There was at least 200 well dressed people in the room, a mix of men and women, and the majority appeared to be in couples. There was a table to the left of the room which Jennifer sat behind and a large stage to the right of the desk with a dark velvet curtain concealing a room behind the stage. A banner across the stage read “Slave Abuse 2009”

It dawned on Lisa she was to be the slave, Jennifer stood up on the table and announced. “Ladies and gentleman, can we have you attention please, we will be starting our auction tonight. Mistress Kirsty and Mistress Rachael. Please if you will bring our subject onto the stage” Rachael and Kirsty marched Lisa to the stage, they stood either side of Lisa and held Lisa by each arm.

“As you can all see Lisa has blonde hair green eyes, this is her first appearance and will be our subject this evening.” Mistress Kirsty will you please bring out the wooden X. and strap our slave too it.”
Lisa started to struggle but Rachael wouldn’t ease her grip, Rachael whispered, “Just try to enjoy it, this is the nice part”

Lisa allowed Kirsty to strap her arms and legs to the cross and Kirsty fitted a ball gag with parting words, “you cant escpape, and the gag will help.” Rachael locked the wooden X into position. Jennifer picked up the micro-phone and got onto the 2 foot high stage. “If i can have all your attention please, for the opportunity to pierce both nipples and whip her til she’s sufficiently marked, do i hear a £1000. Gentleman in the back do i hear £2000” And so the bidding increased to £8500 “And your number madame” “13481 replied a stern business women. she was dressed in in a long black skirt with elegant ballroom shoe’s her hair was straightened and rested just above her shoulders, her green piercing eyes held surprise and the will to cause Lisa pain.

She stepped up to the stage and Jennifer presented 13481 with a small medical box with two steralised piercing needles with two small bars, and a cat of nine tails whip and one 10 foot long bull whip.

“Payment has been debited with thanks, you are free to abuse her.”

The Rest of the guests had congregated around the stage watching intently as the torture unfolded. 13481 stood in front of Lisa staring into the teary eyes of Lisa, Lisa tried to be but the gag wouldn’t let her, instead saliva started to drip from the corners of Lisa’s mouth. 13481 got the first needle with the bar attached, and held it up eye level, showing the thickness to Lisa. 13481 grabbed a hold of lisa left breast and placed her mouth around her nipple, and sucked. Lisa’s left nipple was now standing to attention. with out warning 13481, gripped the nipple between thumb and forth finger and with her free hand, pushed the piercing through. Lisa bucked and tried to scream but it was useless, her nipple now burning with agonising pain. 13481 moved her attention to the right nipple, once again sucked on it and held it taught with thumb and forth finger. But instead of immediately forcing the needle she slowly pushed it in taking pleasure in watching Lisa violently buck with all her strength, her eyes were welled up with tears, saliva running passed her chin.
Once both nipples were pierced 13481 used a small hand wipe, to clean the blood from Lisa’s aerola’s, 13481 turned away and decided to go for the bull whip. Knowing how much she would mark Lisa with the whip, Jennifer announced “only 5 lashes with that whip. I don’t want her spoilt” to which a few people in the audience found amusing, and laughed.

Each crack of the whip left Lisa with a large red mark across her body, Lisa tried to struggle but in the end just hung from her wrists. Lisa was unable to stand anymore punishment, she appeared like a rag doll just held up forcably by her own arms.

“Mistress Rachael, take our slave down, i think she needs a rest for now Mistress Kirsty please move the wooden X from the stage and bring out the iron wrist and ankle harness, and whilst your in the back start to warm up the branding iron’s.”

Lisa heart, started to pound, she was anticpating the thought of being branded. kirsty came back after a short while she made it clear the irons were heating up. and brought through the iron harness. the harness had 4 cuffs attached the outer two were for ankles and the inner two for slightly smaller for wrists. they faced lisa away from the public and secured her inplace. she was resting on her shoulders with her buttocks in the air, enclosing the gusset of the thong hiding her shaved pierced clit. and her just recently deflowered ass hole.

Jennifer onced again stood up ok, we are going to now do some vaginal fisting, and butt plug insertion. “This is no normal butt plug.” jennifer announced while holding the plug in the air, it comes with a detachable inflator, it can inflate to a 5″ diameter and 8″ long once fully inflated. Lube will be provided as well as latex gloves. Once again do i hear £1000″

The bidding increased this time to £22,000 there were two very enthusiastic, men out there who just wanted to have this pleasure. The winner was 85902, he stepped forward wearing black trousers and black shirt and shoes. His grin was clear for all to see. Jennifer handed him the gloves, lubricant, and the inflatable butt plug. “Any objections if i removed the butt plug once inflated.” “None at all your lordship” Jennifer replied.

85902 walked steadily around the cramped restrained body of Lisa. he pulled her thong to one side and studied her pussy and asshole. he stretched the gloves on his hand and applied lubricant to both hands and started to caress her pussy and ass hole. slowly pushing his fingers deep in her pussy.

He picked up the buttplug and inserted it into her ass hole, which eagerly appeared to swallow the plug, as 85902 started to work his hand into her pussy he could hear the pleasurable screams being muffled by the gag and started to inflate the plug. stretching her rectum beyond its comfortable capacity he could feel the plug getting bigger with his hand inside of her pussy. should i pull out he called out to the audience, and with a mighty yell of yes and a pitiful scream from Lisa, his mind was made up. he started to pull the plug, out, Lisa tried to clench but only made the pain worse, she had no choice but to submit, this was going to hurt, and no one would stop it. 85902 started to inch out the plug. stretching her tight ass wide, she kept on screaming and crying. a small puddle had pooled itself under her face, A combination of tears, sweat and saliva”. her hands were clenched tightly, until eventually the plug was removed, still fully inflated 85902 said she is now a true slut.

“Thank you Mistress Jennifer, did i hear you were going to brand her.” 85902 said.

“No my darling, the irons are for the rest of tonight, when i will arrange, for our resident Mistress’s too torture our paying guests, of course it will be at the request of our guests, during a private 2 on 1 domination. with two of the Mistress’ to One Client or even two if they wish.”

That is correct my guests, please contact me not all at once though, if you wish to have a session with our ladies….

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This is the forth chapter in this story as Tori finally begins to enjoy her sexual experiences. At the same time she begins to give into the fantasy of love and romance but as this chapter nears its end her boyfriend Scott again arranges another sexual experience with someone else, this time another girl. What will she think of herself now.

The next morning I somehow convinced my mom to let me go to Scott’s for breakfast. We had a really nice breakfast and a good visit with his mom. As soon as breakfast was over she said she had to go to her mother’s and asked him if he needed anything. Scott told her he didn’t and away she went. No sooner then he heard her drive off he grabbed my hand saying, “Come on.” He pulled me by the hand and up the steps we went to his room. He brought me inside and closed the door behind me. No sooner then it latched and he kissed me long and deep. When he broke the kiss he started to undress me. “Scott what are you doing,” I asked. “I need you,” he said hungrily. Within a few seconds he had me naked. He then quickly pulled his covers back and picked me up laying me on the bed and then he started to undress. “Scott I don’t think we should be doing this,” I said feeling unsure. “Why? I’ve been waiting for you to be ready and you are now and there’s no need to wait anymore,” he stated. Next thing I knew he was in bed with me kissing me again. A few moments later he was lying on top of me kissing me and preparing for love making. I let out a soft grunt as I felt him push into me still a little sore from losing my virginity. Like everything he did Scott seemed very skilled at it and soon he was fully inside me moving in and out. While I was still a little sore I have to admit after a while it started to feel better and I allowed myself to let go more as I realized how nice it was to be alone with him. I told myself not to just lay there and slowly began to move my body and my hands around his body and after a while it was feeling more and more natural to me and even romantic. It didn’t last very long though as soon I felt him cum inside my body. Last night I had not noticed how intimate a feeling it was to feel someone release the fluids from their body deep inside yours. As he was finishing he kissed me gently several times on the lips and even a sweet kiss on the nose. After his last squirt as usual I felt his hips push hard against me and his upper body pin me down. For the first time I think I really liked how it felt. I could feel his size and his strength and I felt very loved and safe. It was a few minutes later before he rolled off of me onto his side. Then he pulled the covers back and was looking at my body. He used one finger to trace around my naked body and it almost tickled but felt really nice. “What,” I asked him? “You’re just so small and beautiful,” he answered and began to trace his finger around my body over my breasts and around my nipples. He gently traced around the areola and pushed on the nipple and seemed to examine me so closely. I realized that it seemed to be the first time that our play wasn’t rushed. His fingers also played with my belly button and then eventually went to my sex. Every other time he ever had touched me there or fingered me there he had been so rough it didn’t feel good at all but this time was different. He rubbed me gently and playfully and before long he had me very aroused. Even when he fingered me for the first time he was gentle and patient and it wasn’t like he was trying to jam his finger inside me as far as it’d go. Instead he moved it gently and smoothly and before long I was letting out soft moans. It felt so good I was closing my eyes and I was a little surprised when I felt him get back on me but soon he was inside me again and this time he was slower and more deliberate. This time it felt like love making and it continued to arouse my body. Because he had cum inside me not too many minutes ago, it took him much longer this time. It stretched out our lovemaking and I felt like two people in love. I know it felt better to me then anything we had done so far and I was a little saddened when again I felt him cum. Not because he had cum but because it was going to be over. This time when he finished he didn’t push aggressively against me like usual. But instead he seemed to collapse exhausted on me but that felt so special to me. He laid his head on my shoulder and was snoring in a matter of a few minutes. I laid there as still as I could just feeling his body with mine, listening to his breathing and snoring. I felt closer to him then I had ever before.

It was almost lunch time when he woke up and he looked up at me and smiled and told me he loved me. He then got up out of bed and tugged me with him to his bathroom and turned on the shower. We showered together which I enjoyed very much. I think he was too spent to do anything sexual we just washed each other and then dried off. We got dressed again in his room and he made his bed again before we went downstairs. He fixed us sandwiches and chips and we had a nice lunch. After lunch he asked me had I been to the zoo and I had not been in a few years and told him so. So off to the zoo we went. As we walked around the zoo we held hands and Scott made me laugh so much. He would imitate every animal we saw and act as silly as an eight year old boy. He even did it in front of little kids and their mothers making faces and animal noises. We only ran into two people he knew from school but I didn’t care this was the most natural I ever saw him act truly his own personality not performing for another jock or a popular teenager at school. I had a wonderful time. I hated when the day ended but I knew I needed to go home and he dropped me off before dinner. I felt like I was on cloud nine.

That evening I had so much time to think and be alone and listen to music. I realized that things had been going so fast. It was a little scary to me how much my life had changed just in a matter of a couple weeks since school had let out. The first couple of weeks of the summer, I was Tori the little girl who rode bikes and played Barbie dolls and hide and seek and talked crap about my favorite TV, movie and music stars as if I would actually do something with them if chance brought them in my path yet that was the furthest thing from the truth. Then after seeing someone I had known most of my life again, but this time actually getting to know him I realized I changed who I was from Tori the little girl, to a sexually active teenager, well almost teenager in a little over a week. I felt like maybe I had found the love of my life. Not only had I found a boyfriend but I had found a boyfriend who was very popular in my future high school. I mean this guy would go to college and even likely be very popular in college and little Miss Tori, me, was his new girlfriend. How crazy life could be. Making love that morning made me feel so much better about things. I mean, we really bonded, and I felt closer to him then I ever felt with anyone else even maybe closer then with Sherri and my mom or dad. I felt really stupid for having been so hard on him the last few days. I mean, yeah he had asked me to do some pretty crazy things but this was a guy who could have any girl in school and he chose me. Heck even my sister had him on her wall of fame, so why was I being so hard on him cause he had asked me to do a few. . . well more grown up things. If I wanted to be with a soon to be senior I needed to act more mature and stop being such a baby. That day gave me the strength to get past my worries and more determined to better myself and my social standing in my next school.

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The next morning I got a call from Scott inviting me to go to a matinee play at the local theater. Elizabeth the elected head varsity cheerleader for next year was in the play and had scored free tickets for Scott. So after lunch I put on a nice summer dress with a pink floral pattern and sketti straps and white strappy sandals. Scott drove us to the theater and we watched the play and Elizabeth was very good in it. She was quite an actress and I think we both really enjoyed the play. After the play Scott and I went backstage to meet Elizabeth. I actually knew her name, knew she lived in the area but I had never been even close to being part of her click and had no interaction with her at all. I’m not sure if my sister had even spoken to her before. But here I was waiting backstage to congratulate her for a good show. We had to wait almost 45 minutes before she was able to see us with taking off all the makeup and visiting with family and friends and the cast. But finally we got to go into her dressing room. Elizabeth was an incredibly beautiful girl. I have to admit that in my life few other females intimidated me just with their looks but Elizabeth actually fell into that category. She was tall, about 5’10 had long jet black hair, beautiful brown eyes and tanned olive skin. She was always dressed neatly in designer clothing and carried herself very well. Recently I had heard in the rumor mill that she had not dated a single boy from the school all of the last year but instead was maybe dating some college guy from an Ivy League university. When Scott introduced me to her, I tried my best to look her in the eyes and she never once took her eyes off of mine. Her handshake was very firm, almost like a guy’s but of course her hand was much softer. She exuded confidence and I felt my heart pounding in my chest. She signed my play program (hey you never know if someone will someday be famous). She seemed very nice and Scott invited her to join us for an early dinner and she accepted.

Now I have to say up to that point most of the popular crowd I had gotten to know through Scott were very plastic and didn’t ever seem to ask me anything of substance or ever try to really get to know me at all. Instead because I was Scott’s girlfriend they just chit chatted with me like they had known me for years but all of the chatter was just on the surface about the weather or a movie or the beach or gossip about someone else. That was until Elizabeth that evening for dinner. She asked me question after question and waited quietly and listened to my answers. A little bit to the point to where I was getting a little nervous because I was a little afraid her and Scott would suddenly stand up and say, “Oh my God you child, your not good enough to be seen with us.” But Elizabeth even seemed to sense when her questions were getting too deep and would back off. What amazed me was that she really seemed to listen and seemed to care what I had to say. She then opened up about herself telling me about her being an actress and the things she liked and didn’t like to do. Again of anyone I had gotten to know since becoming Scott’s girlfriend I learned more about her in the two hour dinner then I had any of his other friends. I guess I must have shown her a lot of curiosity about the theater because she offered to give us a full tour after dinner. On our behalf Scott accepted.

So after dinner we went back to the theater. It was locked but Elizabeth had her own key. We went inside and she knew where all the light switches were. She showed us around the entire theater and seemed to know quite a bit of history about it. Finally we ended up on stage with the furniture from the play including a big red old fashioned sofa. She even told us where that piece had come from and who donated it. It was a real antique. I was really enjoying the tour and her knowledge when Scott surprised me by out of the blue saying something I hadn’t expected, “I think you two should kiss, it would be hella hot.” I looked at him because that seemed to come from nowhere. After starring at him for several seconds, I looked at Elizabeth and was surprised she was looking directly at me. “You want to,” she asked me? I now looked at her stunned and she continued, “It would give him a thrill and I wouldn’t mind.” I shook my head and blinked my eyes stunned by this. “Was that a no,” she asked? I again sat there a few more seconds stunned and then fumbled with my answer, “Um, no. . . I mean, um no it wasn’t a no. . . I mean, sure umm okay.” I watched Scott smile. Then Elizabeth surprised me even more she took my hands and guided me to sit down on the old antique sofa. She sat down next to me and pointed to a metal chair right at the edge of the stage and Scott walked to it and sat down. She then smiled softly at me and put one finger on my chin and turned my face to hers. She then tilted her head to the right just a little and I did the same. She then leaned in very slow and gentle and I felt her lips touch mine very softly. Her lips kissed mine like that 5 times all short and sweet with only a second if that long between the kisses. Then she pushed her lips a little more firmly to mine and her little kisses pulled first my top lip then my bottom lip to hers. Then she pushed her lips softly to mine and licked gently across my lips. This made me want and need to open my lips for her, which I did, and she started to French kiss me. But not like Scott had, so many times, hard and aggressive but even though I had opened my mouth for her she took her time liking just around the inside of my lips. It felt like a tease and, well, made me want her to kiss me more. She then ran her hand through my hair and pulled me slowly in closer and our mouths moved together in the most sensual kiss I had ever had. I forgot where I was, I forgot Scott was there I thought of nothing but how wonderful that kiss felt. It was so weird kissing her like that, but I couldn’t help enjoying the kiss. I noticed I had moved my hands up to her as well one on her shoulder one also running through her hair. I can not say how long we kissed like that as I lost myself in the kiss. I was even more stunned when I felt her hand inside my dress on my bare breast, my bra pushed up above my boobs. I hadn’t even noticed her unbuttoning my dress and pushing my bra up until I felt her hand cupping my breast and her thumb going gently over my nipple. I felt myself shiver as I was unsure what to think or do about this. Within a few minutes after that she was sliding my dress down off my shoulders and down to my waist. No sooner was it off my arms and she pulled my bra from my hands. Her mouth then again was kissing me softly and sensually. As she did her hands rubbed my breasts not rough and awkward like Scott had but soft and gentle arousing them like never before. I then understood why other women liked to be touched there and for the first time they didn’t just feel like an object for him to play with but as an important part of my being. I’m not sure when she did it but soon I realized she was closer to me, rubbing me sitting right beside me. I then felt her hand go to my leg just below the hem of my dress. She began to caress my leg gently and ever so slowly her hand went further and further up my leg. It felt so nice and arousing and I blushed when I felt her smile when her hand reached my hip and I guess she discovered I wasn’t wearing panties.

I then felt her turning me to the side where I could lay back and the next thing I knew I was laying on my back with my upper body elevated only by the arm of the sofa. I then grew more nervous as I felt her sliding and kissing down my body onto my chest, and stomach and lower. She then pushed the bottom part of the dress up to my waist exposing my lower body. I felt my body begin to tremble when I realized what was about to happen and I shivered really hard when I felt her mouth go down to my mound and kiss me softly right above my smooth bare sex. Her hands were rubbing my pelvis stimulating so many of my senses and I felt her lips kiss down more and more till her lips reached the top edge of my lower lips. Her right hand slid down the outside of my left leg until she found my knee and very softly gently pulled it out to the side slowly opening my leg out exposing my sex to her. I looked at her so nervously not really sure if I was ready for this but she smiled the softest smile and I couldn’t muster the courage to protest and just as I thought I might her mouth kissed the most private part of my body. I almost forgot we were there on the stage in front of Scott and looked out of the corner of my eye to see him sitting there with his cock in his hand watching Elizabeth and I.

Her kiss there was like nothing I could describe and I struggled to not tremble too hard as I was excited and nervous and scared of what we were doing but I was more aroused then I had ever been in my life. I was stunned as I felt her tongue warm and slippery touch my body and I couldn’t help worry I would taste awful. But I must have tasted okay because she did not stop, not even now as she touched my body like I never understood it could be touched. I was embarrassed how hard I was shaking, and it was so uncontrollable but I was so nervous by all this and hardly knew what to do with myself. Then I felt her warm soft tongue gently press between my lips and I thought I would lose it right then. But somehow I maintained enough composure and was glad as it only continued to feel better. I then felt her left hand slide down my right leg and lift and turn that knee out. This seemed to let her there easier and I felt her tongue touch me deeper then I could imagine and it felt better then anything I had ever felt. Her tongue licked between my lips rubbing at the opening to my sex over and over and again I was scared to death I might lose my composure and let go. (I was terrified to have an accident and didn’t imagine she’d want to taste my pee.)

Then as I didn’t think I could feel anything better in the world she licked back up to the top of my lips and found that secret place that was so sensitive, my clit. I’m not sure if it was the first noise that I made, but I was sure it was loud enough for anyone in the theater to hear and I let out a full moan. Again I felt my muscles quiver and felt my limbs shaking uncontrollably. I could hardly believe this was happening. I had just met this girl and she seemed so different then anyone I had ever met. So much more mature, so elegant and sophisticated. So different then anyone I had ever known. And yet here she was making me experience sensations I never knew I could feel. It wasn’t too much longer before I felt the most incredible feeling I had ever felt when she pulled my clit into her lips suckling it gently and then softly pushed her finger inside me and I finally couldn’t hold off that overwhelming need and let go. I was so scared for a few moments because I thought I lost my bladder but it wasn’t that at all but an explosion of passion deep inside my loins. I felt my whole body shake and release and exploded into her mouth and every muscle in my body participated in the amazing release of built up passion she had brought me. I heard myself whimper and even cry but I couldn’t control it any more then I could control the explosion between my legs. I would have thought she’d been disgusted by the wave of fluids that escaped me but she just kept licking and sucking and rubbing me down there till I thought I couldn’t take it anymore. Suddenly he was looking me in my eyes and her mouth was on mine and I felt my own wetness get onto my face off of hers. But I didn’t care because I’d just experienced the most intense feeling I’d ever felt in my life. I felt her tenderly push my hair from my face as she kissed me tenderly and I kissed her back as lovingly as I could. As we kissed she was smiling which made me blush and the fact of what had happened made me blush all that much more. I finally had to break the kiss and ask, “What are you laughing about?” “You,” she replied, “you’re so damn cute and innocent. Where did Scott find you?” I just giggled at her answer and kissed her again. Then I felt her sit up and pull me sitting up too. Then she asked, “Now are you ready for your turn?”

I was stunned at her question and even more when she started to lay back on the opposite armrest on the sofa. As she lay back, she kept hold of my hand and began to pull me down towards her. She worked her way from my hand down my arm till she could reach my shoulders and brought my head about two feet above her pelvis. I then watched stunned as she let go of me and put her hands up her skirt taking hold of her panties. She then slid them down her legs, over her knees and off her feet. “It’s okay, just take your time,” she said softly. Oh my God I was so nervous, I mean I had never even once thought about doing something like this but she had just finished going down on me how could I refuse to do the same to her. Trembling again I very slowly moved my face closer to her down there. I admit I had to almost force myself as I was so scared. But within a few seconds I could smell her and then I saw her wetness. Just a few inches more and then I kissed very timidly directly on the lips between her legs.

She let out a soft moan as I kissed her there so nervously. I’m not sure how it felt any good at all but she seemed to like it. Then I tried to be brave and slowly pushed out my tongue and began to lick. Again she let out a soft moan. It didn’t taste bad or smell bad and I found the courage to lick more. As I continued to lick she got more and more wet. I tried doing things like she did, licking up through the lips and pushing my tongue as deep inside her as I could reach. I felt naughty and dirty but this was so different then anything I had done before. Her moaning increased as I worked my tongue up and down her lips till finally I worked my tongue up higher to the top to where I knew felt so wonderful. My tongue found her clit and I licked around and around it swirling my tongue. I watched her toss her head side to side and I knew I was making her feel good too. Then I carefully lowered my lips and gently wrapped them around it and gently tried to pull it into my kiss. Soon I was able to hold her clit in my lips and lick the very tip with my tongue and I felt her hands find my head and she took a hold of me. I felt her hips push up hard to my mouth and I sucked and licked more until I felt her explode in pleasure and I knew I had given her the same relief she had me. She held me there a little longer as I kept sucking till I felt her pull my hair up. I slide up her body and she brought my face even with hers and kissed me again deeply. This time she got to taste her wetness on my mouth and I thought it was funny. We broke our kiss and we both smiled and giggled a little. I laid there on her and felt her holding me and we just stayed like that a little while. Then I heard Scott applaud and was stunned he was still there. Just before I got up to get dressed I heard her say very softly to me, “your beautiful.” And that made me blush and smile, but I needed to get dressed and head home as it was getting late. I slowly dressed and she helped me fasten my bra and button my dress and then we headed out and hugged goodbye in the parking lot.

Scott drove me home and he was rambling on about how hot that was and how horny it had made him and he stopped the car behind the convenient store two blocks away from my house. He took out his cock and pulled me down to it and said one word, “Open,” and next thing I knew I was sucking his cock. I didn’t really even want to do this and I hurried and worked him as hard and fast as I could. He was so hot and horny that it didn’t take very long before he exploded. Just as he was starting to cum he again said one word, “swallow,” and began to spray his seed down my throat. I gulped and swallowed and obediently took his seed down my mouth. It made me feel more like an object but it was what it was. He put his cock away and drove me the rest of the way home and made me kiss his cheek goodnight as he didn’t want to kiss my mouth still tasting of his cum. I just rolled my eyes and headed inside and had to suffer through a lecture from mom for getting home so late without calling. I apologized and said I would try not to let it happen again and scurried off to my room.

That night I laid in my bed thinking about that day and was just shocked at the whole day. Only yesterday I had had one of the best days ever with Scott. I felt closer to him then I ever had. Then today I had the opportunity to get to know one of his friends, one of the most popular girls in the high school. And she talked to me and listened to me more then any of Scott’s other friends. She really seemed to listen to what I had to say and seemed to care about my opinion. Then, to my shock she and I had oral sex. It was the first time anyone had ever gone down on me and it was amazing. But how did I feel about this. I had never thought of another girl like that. I mean sure I noticed when girls were attractive but I never felt attracted to one before. Then I let her go down on me and then I did the same for her. I hardly knew what to think. And of course I finished the day helping Scott relieve the strain in his balls. Today didn’t change how I felt about him but it definitely made me look at myself differently. I realized that I had truly enjoyed a form of sex for the very first time, but not with my boyfriend but with a girl I had just gotten to know that same day. Who was I? I had to admit I didn’t know anymore.

To be continued. . .

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Two preteen girls learn about sex

When I (Alice!) was twelve, I was in the sixth grade and had a friend named Annie I had known since I was first grade. She lived in the next block and we spent more time together than we did with anyone else.

We used to play jacks, tag, hide and go seek, dolls, and all the other things. We were also both readers and sometimes just sat together and read for hours. We would spend the night frequently at each other’s houses.

I was average size and she was average for her age, 11. She was in the 5th grade. Neither of us had boobs yet, but I was just noticing little bumps, more than used to be. I hadn’t started my periods either or gotten more than two long hairs over my slit. I did have a little hair under my arms now. My mom told me all about periods and sex and babies when I was eleven last year. She showed how everything worked and what it was called and even stuck her finger inside me so I could feel it and then had me do it myself. She showed me my clit and rubbed it and then had me do it. She had some pictures she showed me, as she said, just so I would know. It was pics of her and my dad, who died in a car accident 3 years ago, having sex and showing me his thing she called a dick, and prick, and schlong, and penis and cock, and weiner. She said guys use all of those names, also Peter and John. I asked her if I could see her what she told me was a pussy, vulva, and where she put her finger, vagina. She said it would only be fair. So she pulled off her jeans and panties lay down on my bed and spread her legs. She said take a good look, and ask anything you want. So I moved over where I could see real good, and asked her if it was OK if I could feel her pussy. She said I guess so.

So I spread her slit apart and looked at her clit. I asked if I could rub it, and she said oh all right. I started to rub it and and got bigger and felt harder, she was breathing different and I asked her why she was breathing so hard. She said because when you do that it feels really good. Didn’t it feel good when I showed you? I said yes it did. Then I put a finger inside her vagina, to feel what a woman felt like inside. I felt something hard all the way in like a little bump. I said what is that mom? She said that is the cervix it is the where the womb or uteris and vagina join. The sperm that a man shoots into you has to go through that to find the egg where it can join to make a baby like you were. I said thanks, mom, can I see how many fingers I can get inside, since you are so much bigger than me? She said OK, but if you don’t mind, keep rubbing my clit, it really feels good and don’t mind if I start yelling or moving around I will explain later.

I said OK and put two fingers, then three, then four, then my whole hand inside her. Wow I didn’t know it would fit. She said don’t take it out, and move it in and out slow then speed up when I tell you and don’t stop rubbing my clit. So I continued and pretty soon she was moaning and making strange noises and moving all over the place.

The she suddenly shrieked, arched her back and quit moving. She lay like that for a minute or two, then collapsed on to the bed with some really deep breaths. I said Mom, are you OK, what happened? She said Alice dear, you just gave me my first orgasm in 3 years, I love you honey, hope you didn’t mind me taking advantage of you to pleasure me. I said no Mom, I loved doing it and it was so nice to see you so happy. Then I said what is an organism mom? She said no, honey, it is orgasm, it means you have had the best feeling experience in sex that you can. It is also called cumming, and climax. Men can only do it once then they can’t again for a while. But women can sometimes do it over and over for a while. You are only 12 and haven’t started your period, but let me see if I can give you one. So strip down and lay on your back, I also want you to suck on my nipples while I do it, that should enhance your experience I think. Mom, like I did when I was a baby? Yes, dear, it feels really good. Here let me see if you can enjoy it yet. So she put her mouth down on my nipple and began tickling it with her tongue and sucking on me. It felt really good and I started to feel some feelings in my belly and then in my pussy too. I told her, hey Mom, that really feels nice. She said OK dear, and she felt my pussy saying well no surprise, it really got you wet.

So she straddled my body, but I couldn’t reach her tits so she moved back so I could. I took hold of one and put the nipple to my mouth. Then she started rubbing my clit and also pushing two fingers inside my vagina. I never felt anything so good. She started moving her fingers in and out and also around and around, then I felt a shock as she touched one place inside and my clit was exploding with feeling too.

I started to tingle all over and felt like my whole body was on fire. I was panting and making involuntary sounds, I started moving my hips faster and faster, then all of a sudden it was like fireworks and a whole body shock, and it kept on while she kept her hands working on me. I shrieked, and froze up, then collapsed. After I could speak again, I said, MOM, was that an orgasm? She said it sure was baby, and a very good one too, your very first one.

Now I want you to know this, it is fine for you to play with your parts as much as you want to but you can’t ever do it in public, OK? I said you mean I can make myself feel that good too? She said you sure can. Then she said I have a present for you, I got it last year but wanted to wait until the time was ready and now is the time.

She went to her dresser in her room and came back with something in her hand. She put it down on the bed and said this is a vibrator and also called a dildo. You use it inside you in place if a man. She showed me how to put the batteries in it and how to turn it on and regulate the speed. She said, Alice, do you want to try it now?

I told her yes I would like to, but would you do it and show me how? She said of course darling. She turned it on and ran it around my incipient breasts and nipples. I said hey that tickles but feels good. Then she said how about this now?

She put the tip against my clit and rubbed it. With the vibration and the rubbing I felt like I might orgasm again. She stopped and said now Alice, this is how you use it in your vagina, you can fuck yourself with it. You should do it at least 3 times a week, and all your body will benefit and your boobies will grow faster. I said thank you mommy I can hardly wait to get my real boobs. So she slowly pushed it into my little virgin hole.
She worked it all around and in and out, and it wasn’t long before I was screaming into another orgasm. After I recovered and she was just lightly moving it in and out, I said, Mom, that felt sooo good. She said OK dear, now I want to see you do it and make yourself cum, so I know you are OK with it. I also looked closely at your vaginal opening and what little hymen, remember what I told you about the maidenhead, you had, is never going to be problem, I think the vibrator has stretched and moved it aside enough.

Some girls have a thick one that goes all the way over the entry, but that’s not you, thankfully. Before they can get a man inside them, they have to have it surgically cut by a doctor. I said isn’t that painful, and she replied, not very much. Your dad got mine and it tore a little but the pain was only for a few minutes and not bad.

OK Alice go to it, now, make yourself cum hard, and here is my nipple to suck on too. I began to push the vibrator in and out my little pussy and she told me to not forget to rub my clit too. So I am rubbing my clit and fucking myself with the dildo, and feeling better and better, suddenly THERE IT IS!! My back voluntarily arched and I froze just like she did while all I could feel in the whole world was just my pussy and clit. This went on forever, I thought, then it slowly dwindled and I fell back on the bed. She caressed my whole body with her loving hand, and kissed my lips saying what a sweet little woman I have.

Now I want to tell you some things. It is ok if you and your friend want to play like that,
I didn’t tell you about one thing, though. It’s called cunnilingus or eating pussy. Scoot down the bed a little. I did and she got over me with her knees about on each side of my head. She put her mouth down on my pussy and started licking me and sucking my clit and labia into her mouth. It felt so good. She lifted her head, and said, Alice, you do it to me, too. When two people do it together it is called the 69 position.

I put my tongue out and began to lick her pussy, sticking my tongue inside the folds and trying to find her vagina to stick my tongue in it. She really tasted strange, but I liked it, and she seemed to be dripping that good juice all over my face, I swallowed as much as I could, but I soon had to quit as I was just about to orgasm again and couldn’t do two things at once. Once again I exploded, and thought I felt something squirt out of me, afraid I had peed on my mom’s face, I asked her after if I really did pee on her?

She said now don’t worry, dear, some women squirt when they come, and maybe you are one that will most of the time. It isn’t pee, just more of that nice juice you make.

Now I want to caution you, you may do this with Annie all you two want to, but don’t take a chance on doing it at her house, I don’t know her mom well enough to know if she would accept that. I told her that Annie’s mom had never told her anything about sex, but I was planning to tell her soon, and I would love to show her what you showed me Mom.

My mom said, that’s a good girl Alice, you are a very caring friend and Annie is lucky to have you. I think she is very sweet girl and wouldn’t have minded having her for my own daughter.

Then she told me that I would probably want to have a boy fuck me before many years went by. She said that when that time came, it would be OK to do it here, and even have him sleep over, but before we did, she wanted to have a talk with both of us. She made me promise that I would not do it on my own, or let a boy get me to do it. She told me also that when I started dating boys, they would want to play with my tits and pussy and want me to suck on their dick and have them cum in my mouth. I asked her what it tasted like, she said it is a little different depending on what they have eaten. But it is fairly tasteless and very slippery. Again if you and a boy want to experiment just bring him over to our house, and I will let him know its OK and its safe here. I wouldn’t want some cop finding you fucking in his car.

I told her that she was the best mom a girl could ever have. I said what about Annie? Can she bring her boyfriends over here too? Right away she told me that of course she could.
But the three of us needed to have a little conference soon so Annie would know the score. She said for that we better wait until after you have taught her all you know and the two of you are comfortable having sex here with each other. And its ok to show her how to use your vibrator, I might even consider getting her one, but if she took it home and her mom found it both of us might be in trouble. By the way, be sure to wash it off good every time you use it. Oh I almost forgot, I did get you some condoms, a lot of people just call them rubbers, you can use one on the vibrator then you don’t have to wash it, just toss the condom. I said what are those Mom?

She said wait a minute and went back into her room and gave me a package of something. She took one little pack out and opened it, then she took the vibrator and unrolled it on the vibrator. She said this is the way you put on a boy’s dick too, then when he fucks you and cums it will keep you from getting pregnant. Mom, I can’t get pregnant, you said so, until I have my periods. Well, little girl, just cautioning you now, since when you are ready you must keep that in mind. Mom, don’t call me little girl, you said I am a woman now. OK she said, just a technicality. Until you have been fucked by a boy you are still a virgin and some people think not a real woman. Oh, I said, so that is what that means. She said yes it is.

Now you have had a really good sexual experience for your first time, and I forgot to tell you, when two girls do it like we did it is called lesbian sex, and when two guys do it it is called gay sex. But some people men or women like to have sex with both boys and girls, and we call those people bisexual. She said I had never heard of that but I heard some boys call others queer, fag, and gay. Mom said it is the same thing but you should never put anyone down for being what they are. They are just born that way and can’t help what they like. And it should be OK for anyone to be whatever way they want. Maybe some day, everyone can accept that. And the boys like to tease or torment other boys with those terms.

Now take the vibrator and roll the condom up off of it and then for practice put it back on again, while I make sure you do it ok. That’s it, now pull it down tight. Now put it back in your pussy for a minute and fuck yourself with it. I turned on the vibrator to high speed and did it for a few minutes and almost had another orgasm. She said I think that’s enough for one day. Let us get dressed and go out for dinner to celebrate your becoming a young lady. She said pick out what you like best to wear. So she got dressed and I went into my room and got my prettiest little dress she had bought me. It was a pale blue velvet. Then I put on the blue stone necklace she gave for my last birthday, and a ring she gave me. I brushed my hair and we were ready to go. She then asked me if I would like to take Annie with us, and maybe have her stay over tonight, as it was Friday night. I jumped at the chance and said I would love that Mom. She said OK, wait, I will call her mom and fix it for you. So she did. We went over to pick up Annie and she brought a little satchel with her extra clothes. Then Mom said, I have a surprise for you. I said what is it now? She said Annie is not going home until Sunday night. I gave Mom a huge hug and a kiss before we got back in the car to go eat.

We went to a real nice restaurant a little ways from home but not downtown. Annie and I talked in the car about what had happened at school last week and how nasty one of the boys had been to her. We went in and got our table, and Mom said we could have anything on the menu we wanted. I took the red snapper and Annie took a small steak.

After dinner, Mom asked if we wanted dessert. We both piped up loudly YES!
So I got a chocolate ice cream sundae and Annie got a banana split. Mom paid the bill and then we went home to my house. Annie got her satchel and brought it up to my room, and Mom said what do you girls want to do? I told her we would just go into my room and do stuff. She said OK, if you need anything or get hungry again let me know. Why don’t you take some sodas and chips up to your room to munch on? I said good idea Mom, so we did.

So after we got settled into my room with our drinks, two each! I told Annie that I really had some stuff to show her that she needed to know. She asked me, why do I need to know it? I told her that you said your mom didn’t tell you anything about sex, or periods.
Since I am your best friend for life, I have made it my job to tell you and show you what your mom must be afraid to do. She said to me, Oh Alice, you are so wonderful, I hope we can always be together. I said to her even if we get married and have kids I will still want to spend time with you.

She said there is a program on TV I want to watch and it will be on in a few minutes.
I told Annie, good! I will watch it with you. So we watched a silly cartoon about a bear and an airplane and air pirates. We both liked it. By then it was 10 o’clock. I said we ought to get ready for bed. She said why don’t we go into the bathroom and wash each other’s hair and then get a shower. I said you mean together, naked? She said, of course silly, haven’t we done it before? I giggled and said oh, I guess I forgot. Heehee I really didn’t.

So we each shed our clothes rapidly and went into the bathroom that is mine. It opens into my room. She said let me do yours first. So I agreed and put my head over the sink.
Then I said, wait a minute, its easier to do this in the shower anyway. So she turned on the water in the shower to get warm. It is really a tub with a shower, and it has glass sliding doors, or maybe they are plastic, I don’t know. When the water was right, we both got into the tub and closed the doors then turned the water into the shower. I had a flexible hose type you can move around. I found out it felt really good on my pussy.

She has long black shiny straight hair and blue eyes with skin that is slightly tan. I have long red hair, and am very fair. I have to stay out of the sun as much as I can, or I will burn. I did that once and believe me I don’t want to do it again. My eyes are green.

Her nipples are dark red and mine are light pink. Hers have a bigger dark circle around them than I do. Neither one of have any pussy hair to speak of, well yes, I do have TWO!

I have just started to get wider hips than my waist, but she is still straight up and down.
I have little titty bumps and she is still flat as a board. Funny thing though, her actual nipples stick out more than mine do.

So she started washing my hair, then rinsing it off. My turn she told me. So I washed her hair and then rinsed it. I said now you have to wash me. So she started with my face, then my neck, and then did my whole back. I told her not to miss all of my rear crack, so she spread it and washed the crack. Then I turned around and she washed my front, playing and tweaking my nipples. I told her that felt good, why don’t you try sucking on them?
So she sucked on in her mouth and it felt really good, then I told her to do the other one too. That felt better yet. I said OK, wash my front and legs. So she carefully ran the washcloth all over my belly and legs, and did my feet as I lifted them for her. I said you forgot something.

She said what, I thought I washed all of you. I said how about between my legs. She said Uh, oh yeah. Well I can’t wash you there if you don’t put them farther apart. I spread real wide and said to her, is this OK? She told me that was good enough, and started with the washrag washing both sides. I said hey, you haven’t done the middle.

She said like how? I said get your finger wet, but don’t get too much soap on it, then rub inside pulling me apart. She said like this, and began spreading my lips and rubbing her finger all over my clit. It really felt good but she didn’t know that, so I let her keep on cautioning her to not get any soap in my pee hole. Then I told her you still aren’t done.
She said what now? I said you have to get your fingers wet without soap and stick them inside me, she said in your butt? I said no dummy, in my pussy, she said I have been washing your pussy. I said get down there and look, as I spread myself wide apart.

Don’t you see a hole in front of my bhole? She said, yes, is it OK, it looks like it might hurt, its all red. I said no my sweet Alice, all girls have one, you too, and that is were babies come out, and something else goes in like your fingers will now. She said won’t it hurt? I said of course not silly, it will really feel good. So go ahead and stick a finger inside as far as you can, wiggle it around, then add another one, wiggle it around, then see if theree will fit in me. She got three inside it felt so good, I was afraid I would cum again if she kept it up, but I told her to see if all her fingers would go in. She could only get 4 in it sort of hurt when she tried them all.

So I told her that I would wash her now. I started with her face, neck and back. Then
I had her turn around. I really played around her bhole a little too, but she didn’t say anything. She just looked like she liked it. Next I surprised her by sucking hard on her left nipple.
She gasped OH, but didn’t stop me. Then I did her right nipple. She didn’t have any more, so started washing her top front and moved down to her belly and then did her legs skipping her pussy.

She said, Alice aren’t you going to wash my pussy like I did yours? I said of course, silly. Move your legs apart for me. So I soaped and rubbed her clit. It got pretty stiff and big while I was doing it and she was breathing harder than normal. I then moved down to her vagina and started fingering her. She had never had anything in it before. She said, Alice, what are doing to me, it feels good. I told her the same thing I had you do to me.
I kept it up and got three fingers inside her. It didn’t hurt her any, so I guess she didn’t have much of a barrier maidenhead. Anyway after I got through with her tonight she would never have to worry about that thing again.

When I finished, I said, well my sweet Annie, how did you like that? Didn’t it feel good? She said it really did I don’t know why it made me feel so funny and breathe so hard.

I said you will know shortly, but first lets dry each other off and blow dry our hair. I had two blow dryers so we did each others at the same time.

We decided to have our other drinks and the rest of the chips before anything else. I said hey don’t put on your gown, let’s sleep naked. She agreed and we got in bed and finished our snack.

I told her that now I wanted to tell her about sex and stuff. So I asked her to lay down on her back and spread her legs apart. I was sitting between them and I started rubbing her belly as I talked. I said Annie, my mom and I talked about everything today and she showed me some things too. I learned that sex feels really good, better than anything else.
I found out that the hole you saw and felt me pushing into you, is where boys stick their stickyout thing. She said what thing? She had never seen a naked boy or man. I said instead of a slit like us girls have, boys have this funny stuff between their legs.Mom showed me a picture, it was my dad. There is like a little sack of something that looks funny and wrinkled hanging down and then this sort of bendy pipe like thing with a bump on the end of it. I told her they call it lots of names. My mom said it is really a penis, but boys call it a prick, a dick, a peter, and some other names I don’t remember.

It doesn’t always stick out, but mom said when they see a naked girl or just tits they usually get it to stick out and it is really hard, like wood. Then they want to stick in your hole. Annie said, ewww, I bet it must hurt. I said, Annie, did it hurt when my fingers were inside you? She said, no, it felt real good. I told her mom said it always feels good, especially when he shoots some stuff out of it into you. She goes eeew. I said hey silly, that’s how babies are made. That is how WE were made by our parents. She asked me, really? I said for sure.

Mom said that when we get older we will want a boy to stick his thing inside our hole and fuck us. She said, you said a bad word. I said no that is what doing it is called. It’s called fucking. I was figuring out what I should tell her next. I really wanted to play with her like me and mom did, but she wasn’t ready for that yet.

I said Annie, you are eleven now, right? She said yes I won’t be twelve for another six months. I told her, here is what is going to happen to you. You have seen older girls, and how they have tits and nice small waists? She said yes, but I don’t look like that. I said it is something that takes time to do. When you are 12 or 13 or maybe even a year or two later, every month you are going to bleed from that hole. Oh yeah, it is called your vagina. At the end of it, is a little tight thing sort of like a bhole, and that is where the place babies grow is on the other side. They grow in your womb or uteris my mom said.
That bleeding is called your period. Haven’t you ever heard any older girls mention it?
She said I don’t know any older girls. Is that why my mom buys those things called tampons every month? I said yes, it is so you don’t bleed all over your clothes, you stick them inside and they absorb the blood.

Will it hurt when I bleed? I told her my mom said it doesn’t, and it only lasts a few days.
Like I said things will happen to your body, see my nipples, and how they are now sitting on little bumps? She said yes, but I’m still flat. I told her that by the time she is 14 she will have nice boobies and all the boys will want to see and touch them. Mom told me it feels really good to have them touched, like it did when I sucked on your nipples.

She said my mom told me to stay away from boys. I said for now that’s a good idea, but when we are older we can go out on dates. Now mom told me if you or me want to fuck a boy, we can bring them here and it will be safe. Alice, she screamed, I don’t want to fuck a boy. I said remember how it felt with my fingers? She said yeah, I said its better than that.

I told her now it was time to start learning how sex feels, even though we did some in the shower. She said, you mean that was sex? I told her it was, but we can do more. So I told her to just relax and enjoy everything I did to her. I had moved my hand to just over her pussy on her little bump over it, and was squeezing it. I then put my mouth right on her clit and began moving my tongue all around it with it sucked into my mouth. It got bigger and hard real fast. She also started breathing fast too. Then I put my hand inside her vagina and started moving it in and out and around in circles too. She was now really panting, and started moaning. I thought I wonder if I can make her cum for her first time.
So I started working on her faster and faster, she suddenly went AHHHHHHHHHHH, and arched her back way up, and stayed perfectly still making strange sounds for a minute or two, then she said stop it’s too much, I can’t stand any more, but Alice, that was so good. I told her Guess what? You just had your first orgasm. She of course said, what is that? And I told her just what you did. She said nothing ever felt so good before.

I said now Annie, you need to find out how to do it to me. Mom made me do that three times today. Besides an orgasm it is also called cumming. So I cummed three times already today. So you trade places with me and do exactly what I was doing to you.

She moved her naked 11 year old body down betwen my 12 year old legs which were widely spread, and hesitantly put her face near my pussy. I told her don’t be afraid go ahead, it will taste good. So she jumped right in and started to suck on my clit, I told her to put everything she could in her mouth and suck on it as well as move her tongue around.

I also had to tell her to stick her fingers in me. I said Annie, make your fingers move like I did for you. Well it only took me about 5 minutes and I was also screaming my head off.

A few minutes later I heard a knock on my door, and mom said, I thought someone was hurt, I heard you in the living room. I answered mom, its ok, come on in. Annie turned bright red when mom walked in the door. Mom said I see you girls were having a good time.Weren’t you Annie? Annie blushed again and got redder and said, I,I,I,I,I,I guess so. You aren’t mad at us for doing this are you?

My mom answered Annie and said my darling girl, of course I am not mad at either of you. I am glad that Alice was willing to teach you so much, since your mom seems afraid to talk to you about this stuff. Alice told me that she was going to teach you about sex and periods and babies today. I think it is wonderful that you girls are so close to each other that she can do that for you since your mom won’t. You are old enough now to really need to know about things so you won’t be surprised when you start bleeding and wonder why. I want you to know that it is ok with me for you two to pleasure each other whenever you want to when you are over here. But I don’t think you should say anything to your mom about it.If she ever decides to talk with you about it, your best thing to do is just pretend you don’t know anything and its all new to you, and then ask her some normal questions.

Alice, honey, did you show her your vibrator yet? No mom I was going to do it now. She said OK Alice show her about the condoms too and explain why you need them with boys. I said, hey Annie, I got something really neat to show you. Mom gave it to me today. Mom, you want to stay and watch me show her? Mom said well only if it’s OK with Annie. Annie said you can stay I would like that. Sit on the bed by us.

So I got up and told Alice to lay back down like she was before. I went to my dresser and got out the dildo and vibrator. I sat down by her, mom on the other side, and showed her how to turn it on and how to put the batteries in. Then I got the same condom we used earlier and showed her how to put it on the dildo. Next I made her do it, so she would know how and how to put it on a boys dick. Annie asked mom if she could see the same pictures she showed me today. Mom said, that was all right and she went to get them.

While mom was gone I told her now I am going to make you cum again with the vibrator.
I moved it all around her wet little clit, which was soon sticking straight up and out, then I pushed into her little hole and started fucking her with it. She was soon on the way to orgasm heaven. Just then mom came back. When mom sat down Annie had another screaming orgasm. I took the vibrator out and stuck it in me. After she calmed back down, we all sat on the edge of the bed on each side of mom, and she showed us the pictures of dad with a hard long dick, and with a soft little dick, and then pictures of them fucking in several positions she named for us: missionary, reverse missionary, doggy style, cowboy, and reverse cowboy. She also showed us several positions on the sides of them with his big dick stuck inside her pussy. I still had the vibrator in me at top speed.

She said I will tell you both one other thing it’s on the last two pictures. We both said at the same time, what is that? She said well you girls call it a bhole I think. But you can have a penis inserted there too, and believe me it really feels good. You can use the vibrator for that but be sure you have a condom on it and use some lotion on the outside and on a finger you stick in first, so it goes in easy.

Then she showed us a picture of her on her hands and knees and her butt up in the air.
Dad had his dick sticking in her bhole. Then another picture she was on her back with her legs held up over her head and he also had his dick in her bhole. She again assured us that bhole fucking was very good, and we should try it on each other.

So I got into the doggy position and told mom to go ahead and fuck my bhole with the vibrator. She said OK, Annie watch. She reached between my legs and pulled the vibrator out. Then she turned it off. She put the condom on it, and then put lots of lotion on it. Next she put lots of it on her index finger and rubbed it around my bhole. THEN she stuck her finger inside me and wiggled it. It really felt good. She asked me if I was ready to get fucked. Annie snickered. I said right now do it mom. So she pushed the tip of vibrator in slowly with it turned off. It was a little tight but didn’t really hurt hardly at all. In a second or two it didn’t hurt at all, and she had about half of it in me. Then she turned it on, stuck her fingers in my pussy and rubbed my clit and I had a big cum in less than seven minutes.

Annie yelled, NOW ME! Mom said OK if you are sure you want it. Annie said yes and I want you to do it to me. So mom pulled it out, threw away the condom put another one on it and lotioned it up then asked me to put lotion on my fingers and grease Annie up good. It felt good to rub Annie’s bhole and then to stick a finger in her. She was whimpering Alice thats good do more. Finally mom said, Annie, are you ready to get your butt fucked? Annie laughed and said, yes fuck me. I never heard her say fuck before.

Mom gave the same treatment to her she did to me, she slowly inserted it into her tight little bhole a little at a time just twisting it and pushing it in. When it was about half way inside Annie, mom told me to put my fingers in her pussy and rub her clit. Well I tell you, within a few minutes she was bucking like a horse in a rodeo and moaning her head off.
Then she exploded. It took her a whole five minutes to go back to breathing normally.

Mom said, you girls go clean up your pussies and bholes and go to bed now. So we went into the bathroom and had some fun cleaning each other up. We both had to pee too. I said lets watch each other pee. So she sat on the toilet and spread her legs real wide. She reached down and held her sides open. I could see where it was coming out. I never was sure of that place before. When she was done we traded places but I asked her to pull my sides apart. She did and watched me until I was done.

When we got back into the bed, I put my pussy over her mouth, and my mouth over her pussy and said let’s sleep like this tonight. The light was still on and mom returned to see if we were ok. She was surprised I guess, she said OH, now you want some 69 too? Annie said what’s that. I told her it was what we were doing right now and told her to lick and suck me, and I started on her. Two or three more orgasms each and we had to give it up and go to sleep.

I am thinking, this is only Friday night. She can stay two more days, and we can fuck all day if we want to. I like fucking.

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