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Kurtis has a berserk orc beauty to tame. Can he survive her passion?

The Son of Lust

Chapter Twenty: Taming the Orc’s Wild Passion

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2020

Note: This story was commissioned by Ultrasound 7 and has allowed me to share it with you. This may contain scenarios and acts that I normally wouldn’t write. There will be a strong sex slave/domination theme. I will keep this from violating any cannon established in the world and I developed the mythology that drives this story.

Pyrriah – Ankush, the Queendom of Naith

Solja’s ram-dao slammed down at me, the two-handed sword flashed in the sunlight. The crowd cheered, roaring with hunger for my death. For blood to be spilled in this cruel and terrible place. I hissed and rolled to the side.

The sword buried into the sand, kicking up a spray of particles.

I rolled to my feet, feeling energized. My fires burned hot in me, fueling my limbs. I moved quicker and felt stronger as I whirled around. My hair flashed by, glowing bright red, shining with my power.

“What are you, red?” growled the troll. He stood over me, his woody body looking unharmed, the wounds I had dealt having regenerated.

“Pyrriah, twin sister of Kurtis and daughter of Las!” I growled.

“A demigoddess?” The troll slashed in hard blows. “You’ll still bleed!”

I danced back as the ram-dao hacked through the air before me. The hulk swung that blade so fast. He didn’t leave himself open. He wielded that blade like it were an extension of his tall and lanky body. I could only dodge and dance.

Merely a flame rippling in the wind.

My tulwar flashed out, the curved blade deflecting his thrusts, nudging them from impaling through my body. I had to find a way to hurt him. It wasn’t just how impossible it was to get inside his guard and hurt him.

He healed.

He was a troll.

If I didn’t have my flames burning hot in me, if I didn’t hear Lasla cheering me on from the stands, I would have given up. But nothing was ever lost. Nothing was ever hopeless. I just had to figure out how to take him down.

He slashed in at my right. I flowed to my left, glowing hair whipping behind me, only for his blade to change direction. A feint driving me right into position to be cut down by the hard slash now hurtling at where I stood.

Instincts blazed through me. I thrust my tulwar out before me, grabbing the back of the blade with my left hand. I held it braced before me, a rod that caught his sword. Sparks burst from our weapons. My tulwar flexed, on the verge of bending or snapping. My arms burned, bending at the elbows from the force of his blow. I slid back on the sands.

“How many times can you block blows like that before that little twig snaps?” Solja growled.

I grinned back at him, my resolve blazing inside of me, and roared, “For Kurtis!”

He slammed another blow at me. Solja slashes swept down in rapid succession.

I gasped at the speed. They came one after the other, hardly a pause between them. Even with my new found speed, he was faster. I dodged and danced. I whirled out of the way of the attacks, but they were pinning me. Anticipating how I moved more and more.

He was understanding how I fought and countering me.

The next slash hacked in at me with blurring speed. I gasped, unable to dodge it. I thrust up my tulwar again to block, bracing the back of my blade against my left hand. Would my blade hold. Fear swept through me as the sword slammed into my tulwar. Sparks flared. A notch appeared in my sword’s edge, the weapon damaged. He drew back and hacked in before I could retreat.

I was dead.

There was no way I would survive this. He would cut through my blade and my body.

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Kurtis

The berserk Tharaka slammed her fist into my face. I groaned, lying on my back on the coliseum’s sands. I had thought I had her beaten, but then she unleashed her bloodlust. Her rage roared out of her. I groaned, my head throbbing from the impact.

She raised her fist again.

My brain ached. Blood trickled from a cut on my brow. If I didn’t get her off of me, she would kill me. Berserk, she had a massive increase to her strength and would feel no pain. I had no way of overpowering her.

Which I had to do. There was only one way to stop a berserk orc: let them fight everything until bloodloss or exhaustion overwhelmed them, or make them cum. Sex would turn that rage into a mad passion. It would be almost as dangerous fucking a berserk orc as fighting one.

But it was the only chance I had.

I thrust a powerful surge of lust into her. I was Las’s son. I could ignite desires and manipulate them in people. I rarely did it beyond giving a woman just a nudge to lose her inhibitions and fuck me hard.

I didn’t give Tharaka a nudge.

I punched her with pure lust.

Her next pummeling blow faltered. She arched back, roaring. Spittle flew from her pierced lips. Bones adorned her swarthy face. Her head tossed from side to side, her breasts heaving in her chainmail top. She grabbed her tits and ripped the armor off of them, roaring as the lust surged through her.

I bucked my waist, thrusting my crotch up into her, and rolled her off of me. I scrambled to my feet, my head ringing as her naked breasts heaved. She had bone pierced through both her fat nipples. She growled and then focused her eyes on me.

“BASTARD!” she roared, her anger stronger than the lust. It hadn’t even blunted her fury.

“Gods damn!” I cursed as she threw herself to her feet with her arms. She flew at me.

I raised my armored, left arm to block. She slammed her fist into my bracer. I groaned as she punched again and again, her swings wild and brutal. I moved my arm, lifting it up and down to parry her.

She dented the armor. The bracer, strong enough to block powerful sword strikes, deformed before the strength of her punch. Spittle flew from her as I retreated. I thrust more lust into the fury brimming in her.

Tharaka had a boundless sea of rage that festered in her. The choppy fury battered waves of anger against her mind. I swelled the lust in her, trying to form some sort of barrier to keep that black hatred from consuming her mind.

I just had to turn her on.

My shoulder joint throbbed from absorbing the impacts of her wild blows. She growled like a beast, her eyes wild. Spittle flew as I backpedaled. How much lust could her fury swallow? Did I have enough power to awaken her lust for me?

If I couldn’t she would rip me apart.

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Pyrriah

“KURTIS!” I screamed as death hurtled down at me.

My world burst into fire.

Flames erupted around me. The fire swept down my arms and then engulfed my weapon. Solja’s sword slammed into my burning sword. I tensed, expecting the snap of the metal and then the ram-dao cutting me in half.

My sword held.

“Illth’s poxed cum!” snarled Solja. He stepped back as fire burned over my body.

I shuddered, staring at my sword. The flames went out. The sword was whole. The nick had vanished. I stared at it in shock. I didn’t understand what I had just done. Where had all that power come from? The flames had blazed over my body but I hadn’t burned.

“Las, what did you give me?” I whispered.

Movement drew my eye.

I looked up and gasped. The ram-dao thrust right at my gut. I had lowered my guard and left myself open to death.

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Kurtis

I threw off my damaged bracer as I faced her. I had to get through to her or she would kill me.

As she swung her fist, howling in mindless fury, I gathered a huge blast of lust. A desperate thrust of passion that I plunged into her soul. I had to get through to her. I had to awaken her passion for once. I had to get through to her.

The lust slammed into her rage and wasn’t swallowed.

“Yes!” I hissed.

Her fist slammed into my chest.

Air burst from my lungs. My feet left the ground. I groaned and struck the sand, wheezing. Pain radiated over my rib cage. Tharaka snarled as she threw herself on me. She straddled me, her eyes blazing with furious passion.

I had awakened desire in her, but her lust and violence had wrapped about each other. Instead of her desire being a barrier to her rage, it had united with her fury. She growled at me, her large breast heaving.

I couldn’t tell if she wanted to fuck me or kill me.

Or both.

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Pyrriah

A burst of fire-enhanced speed exploded out of me. Flames licking over my body, I dove to the right. The sword slashed past me, missing me by a few fingers width. I hit the sand and rolled. I rose to my feet, the flames burning down my arms to my sword.

The fires reflected in his eyes. He stared at me, his chest rising and falling. I rose and stared at him. And then something clicked. He had a wary look. He had retreated when I first burst into flames, and now he looked equally as cautious, his reckless attacks gone.

Why?

Then it clicked in my mind. Realization burned across my thoughts.

Fire could hurt him. I didn’t know why, maybe because he looked to be made of animated wood. Suddenly, I had a weapon. A way to hurt him. Even kill him. I focused on the fire that burned through me, keeping it burning up my blade.

“You can’t regenerate from fire, can you?” I asked, his eyes fixed on my sword.

“Believe what you want,” he growled.

I slashed at him. His ram-dao parried it.

“No, no, you can’t,” I said with such certainty. “Fire’s the one thing you can’t regenerate.”

He growled and swung at me, but it lacked that wild, brutish force. I flicked the blade aside and darted in, looking to close the distance, but his reach was too long. He slashed the air before me, driving me back.

“Why do you want to be the ambassador so badly?” I asked as I faced him. “You have to overcome my fire to get it. And trolls hate fires.” Stories from my youth, told by my dragon-mother, came back to me. Trolls did despise fire. It was the only way to kill them.

Did Mother know that I had this fire? Does she understand what I am?

“You’re going to burn, Solja,” I said. “Is that worth being an ambassador to the snakes?”

“Yes!” he snarled.

“Why?” I demanded and darted in for an attack.

He drove me back as he snarled, “Vengeance!”

His previous recklessness had returned, swinging at me, driving me back. I had the fire, the way to hurt him, but his attacks were furious. It was all I could do, the flames blazing hot through me and over my skin, to keep from that massive sword cutting me in half.

It didn’t matter at all that I could hurt him if I couldn’t reach him. His energy appeared inexhaustible. How long could my flames burn? I was relying on a power I didn’t understand at all. One mistake, and I would die.

I’d never see my daughters again. My nieces. I’d never hold Lasla and Kurtis in my arms.

The blade slashed down at me, almost cutting through my body. Fear tightened in me as the flames burned hotter. How could I win?

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Kurtis

Tharaka snarled at me. Was this it? Would she kill me? Fuck me.

I slashed my sword at her, not willing to take that chance. Better to kill her than to die.

She grabbed my wrist and squeezed. I gasped as pain burst through my tendons. My sword fell from my limp fingers. Her furious eyes stared down at me. Lust and rage roiled through her, twisting and twining about each other. I couldn’t tell where one began and ended.

She lifted herself and thrust her left hand down between her thighs, her chainmail skirt rattling. She ripped mine up and grabbed my cock in her hand. I gasped at the surprising softness of her fingers around my dick, the feminine touch of the berserk orc.

Tharaka’s tits heaved over me as she raised herself and pointed my cock upward. I throbbed hard, always ready to fuck. I had her. I could see it in her eyes. She snarled and impaled her cunt down my cock.

Before the entire city of Ankush, the citizens roaring in the stands, she plunged her twat down my dick and took me to the hilt in her juicy snatch. I groaned, savoring that wonderful pussy squeezing about my dick. She felt awesome around me. I groaned, my back arching. Pleasure surged over me.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I groaned. “Oh, damn, that’s good. You like that, don’t you? You like my big dick in your pussy.”

She snarled like a wild beast and draped herself over me. Her big tits piled into my chest, pierced nipples rubbing across my oiled muscles. Her pussy worked up and down my cock. I grabbed her ass, squeezing.

She bit my shoulder.

I howled in pain as her teeth dug into my flesh. She growled as she did, working her cunt up and down my cock. The agony shot down to my shaft. This fury built in me. This angry lust, this mad passion, roared inside of my soul.

“Gods damn bitch!” I growled and rolled her over.

Her teeth spilled from my shoulder. My blood matted her lips. Her pussy clenched down on me. I drew back my cock and slammed into her pussy. I thrust to the depths of the orc’s cunt. She moaned, her face twisting with pleasure.

“Yeah, that’s what you get!” I snarled, hammering her cunt hard. My balls smacked into her flesh. “Want to bite me like an animal? Then I’ll fuck you like a bitch!”

“YEEEESSSS!” she snarled and grabbed me. Her fingernails dug into my back. She clawed at me. “Fuck me! Pound me! Show me strength!”

“Las’s big dick, I’ll pound your cunt until you can’t walk for a month!” I snarled, the words not making sense as they tumbled out of my mouth. I slammed into her, my balls smacking into her taint while her fingers clawed my back.

The burning pain of her fingernails tearing across my back only spurred me on.

I thrust into her hard and fast. She stared up at me, her eyes full of rage and lust. She squeezed her thighs about me, holding me tight. I groaned, slamming into her juicy cunt, my balls smacking into her taint.

The crowd roared. They watched me fuck the orc hard. Her nipples rubbed into my chest, both nubs pierced by bone. I struggled to read her lusts. The anger was too wrapped around in her passion for me to follow it.

I had to overwhelm that anger with pleasure.

I pushed up on my left elbow. My right hand grabbed her large, ripe breast. I squeezed her tit as I drove my cock into her pussy. Tharaka moaned as my fingers dug into her tit. I shook her boob, the rod of bone thrusting through her nipple drawing my attention.

“You want to cum, don’t you, Tharaka,” I growled. “You want to explode on my dick!”

“Do you have the strength to survive long enough to make me cum?” she growled, her thighs squeezing about me, her eyes mad with rage. “You’re weak!”

I groaned at the strength of her thighs. My hips creaked. Her fingernails raked more wounds across my back. I drank in the pain. It was another form of pleasure. Another experience to enjoy. I thrust hard into her, slamming into her cunt.

I grabbed her pierced nipple and twisted it.

She gasped as I twerked her nub around. Her pussy clamped down on her. Pain flared through her, mixing into the lust. She moaned in delight, her passion building and building. I grinned at her as I rammed my cock into her cunt.

“That’s what you want!” I growled, twisting her nipple in the other direction.

I abused her little nub. She snarled like a beast in heat. Her big tits jiggled from the impact of my thrusts, her pussy squeezing around my dick. Tharaka’s pussy clamped down hard, holding me with all her force. All her passion.

I grinned at her, knowing that I had her. I just had to survive her crushing embrace. I could make her cum. The orc beauty would explode on my dick. Her pussy would go wild around my cock. It would be incredible.

I pumped away at her. I slammed into her cunt as I rose further. Her fingernails clawed down my sides as I sat up, her legs about my waist. I twisted her nipple with my right hand while my left went down to her chainmail skirt.

I found the buckler and opened it, exposing her shaved bush. The fingers of my left hand slid into her thick curls as I thrust my cock hard into her cunt. The crowd roared. They cheered us one, watching me fuck their champion like a whore.

I found her clit.

Pinched it.

“YEEEESSSS!” she snarled as I abused her sensitive nub.

Her passion swelled. Desire attacked her rage. The lust won. Her fury drowned beneath the growing tide of her pleasure. I twisted her nipple. Pinched her clit. She gasped, her cunt clamping down hard on my cock as I thrust it into her pussy.

“Gewin’s mighty cock!” she snarled. “Yes! Fuck me!”

Her pussy convulsed around my dick. Her hot flesh writhed and spasmed, that delight rippling about my shaft. I buried into hers, savoring her pleasure spilling over me. The fury vanished from her face. Now it all a woman’s passion.

“Your dick!” she moaned. “Your dick has defeated me! Yes, yes, yes, cum in me! Spurt your seed into my pussy, warrior!”

I grinned and slammed to the hilt in her cunt, her hot flesh convulsing around me. That wonderful, massaging delight of her pussy swelled the ache at the tip of my dick. I threw back my head and howled out in rapture.

“Las’s big cock!”

I fired my cum into Tharaka’s pussy.

Her cunt spasmed harder around my dick. She moaned, her back arching. Her swarthy tits heaved and bounced together. Her pierced face twisted with rapture. I growled, dumping my cum into the orc’s pussy.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she moaned.

Her flesh milked me. She worked out my fertile seed into her pussy. I bred her, completing my defeat of her. I had bested her, showering her in my cum. Pleasure slammed into my mind, drowning out the fire burning in my back and the throbbing bite to my shoulder.

I had won.

I had tamed Tharaka!

“Yes!” I growled and turned my head to see Pyrriah’s fight.

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Pyrriah

I danced about Solja. I flowed from fighting stance to fighting stance, looking for my opening. I would find it. I would ram my burning sword into him. I just had to uncover the right opening, act at the perfect moment. I had to be patient. There was no other choice.

The crowd roared louder and louder. They were excited. Did they think I would die? Had Kurtis won his battle? Lost?

I couldn’t let my focus fade. I had to keep it on his sword and—

He slashed at me and I flowed into his guard. I was inside of him and thrust my sword into his belly. I plunged my tulwar deep. Flames burned up his body. His woody skin charred, but he didn’t even flinch.

His elbow slammed into my head.

I stumbled back, my sword almost yanked out of my grasp and left behind in his body. Stars danced before my eyes. I shook my head.

His sword slashed at me as he roared, “I have been forged into the naga’s crucible! I have faced fire!”

I jumped back, worry rippling through me. If flames didn’t cause him pain, how could I burn him long enough to do real damage? His flesh had still charred from the flames but he fought on despite the wound that wasn’t healing. He slashed at me, driving me back.

There had to be a way to beat him.

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Kurtis

Tharaka panted as she held me. “You tamed me.”

“I did,” I panted, looking around for my sister. I spotted her blazing as she retreated from Solja’s sword strokes. Their fight was still going on and it didn’t look good for my sister. She was dancing, barely avoiding any blows. “Gods damn, we have to stop it.”

I tried to stand up, but her thighs gripped me.

“You lost!” I growled. “Don’t interfere.”

She stared up at me. “Only one man has ever stopped my rage this way. My brother. You’re better at sex, but fighting… You will die. So will she. What a pity.”

Fury surged through me. I had to do something. I couldn’t let my twin sister die. I would save her life. I would win this match.

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Pyrriah

My strength flagged with every step. Every dodge.

I couldn’t keep this up for much longer. My flames were guttering out. I pressed towards the limits of my body. He hadn’t even come close to his. He looked unstoppable. A force of nature more than a living creature.

I had to distract him. Disrupt him. Do something to knock him off-balance.

He slashed at me. I knocked the sword away and retreated, barely making it to safety. He recovered for his next attack. I blurted out, “What did the nagas do to you?”

“They hammered me into a weapon,” he growled. “They forged me into a weapon. They had hoped to use me, but I broke free!”

“And that’s why you want to go to Shizhuth?” I demanded. “To get revenge on them for hurting you.”

“For hurting her!” he bellowed and slammed his sword down at me.

I jumped back. Anger was good. That would make his swings more reckless, more out of control. “Tharaka? This is about your sister?”

“Our mother!” he snarled. “She was taken by them, pregnant with Tharaka. They wanted to breed trolls and ogres. Most women do not survive, but an orc warrior… A berserker… Well, she just might have the strength and fortitude to do it. So they brutalized her. Tharaka grew up hearing our mother’s torment. I was born…”

His face twisted in rage.

“She survived bearing me, but then they thought she could survive an ogre. After all, a troll is just as deadly. But she was weakened by delivering me. By surviving my violent eruption into this world. I can barely remember it. How she screamed as the ogre-child ripped her to pieces. She died.

“I grew up in their facility trained to fight while my sister, Tharaka, was prepared to take our mother’s place. To be another womb taking troll and ogre seed. I knew she wouldn’t survive. She had always been kind to me. The only one.

“The nagas forged me into a weapon, and I turned on them. I broke out my sister from that terrible place and came here. In the arena, we have been fighting to win Queen Athirmi’s regard. We have endured her tests to be her diplomats. We will stand before the naga empress and rip her black-damned head off for what was done to our mother!”

I stared at him in horror. Such pain swelled across his face. Rage and despair. He swung his sword hard at me. I spun to the right and then slashed my blade, striking him in the face. I scored a hit down his jaw, cutting through the bark-like skin. Fire burned over his face. He roared his fury, not caring, and swung his blade at me in a cutting arc.

I ducked it and rolled to my feet. I heard him rushing at me. Out of desperation, I threw a ball of fire over my shoulder. I heard it explode on his chest, flames crackling. He snarled his fury. I gasped in realization.

I could throw my fire.

I spun around, his chest scorched, flames licking at his shoulders. I dropped my tulwar and formed another ball of fire. “I’m sorry about your mother!” I growled. “But I’m not going to die so you can get your vengeance. Yield!”

“Kill me if you can, bitch!” he growled.

“Solja!” Tharaka called. She was by my brother, both of them naked. Of course, he had fucked her. “It’s over! We lost!”

“I will get my vengeance!” Solja howled and rushed in.

I threw the ball of fire at him. The troll slashed it with his massive ram-dao, cutting the flames. They burst into a conflagration. Heat washed over me. The crowd whooped their delight. Solja burst through the flames, fire burning on his arms, and slashed his sword at me.

I dove to the ground, dodging it, but he howled his fury, flames crackling over his body. He didn’t care about my fire. He would kill me. I didn’t have much heat left in my body. I felt so weak as I staggered to my feet.

Solja snarled and pounded after me.

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Kurtis

Fear swelled through me as the crowd clapped and cheered. They loved the display. They watched the troll barrel through my sister’s fire. That hulk would hack her down. He would kill Pyrriah. My twin would die.

I couldn’t let that happen.

I snagged up my sword and thrust it at Tharaka’s throat. “I’ll kill your sister, Solja!” I shouted. “I’ll slit her throat!”

As I did, I threw out incestuous desire into Solja, waking any lust he might have for his sister.

“It’s over!” I shouted.

Solja whipped his gaze around. Fire licked at his woody body. He must be in such pain.

“Do you want your sister to die?” I demanded. I knew that fear coursing through me. He had to feel it, too. “I defeated her, but I’ll spare her life if you yield.”

“Defeated you?” growled Solja. “How?”

“I raged,” she said. “And he still bested me, brother. He’ll spare me, but if you don’t stop trying to kill his sister… He’ll execute me.”

“You want me to surrender?” growled Solja. “This is our chance.”

“You’ll be doing it on your own,” she said, swaying. “Surrender, Solja. It’s over.”

“NOOOOO!” He faced us, flames guttering out across his body. Smoke rose from the charred patches of his woody flesh. “You want to abandon our vengeance?”

“We can still avenge our mother!” Tharaka shouted back. “There are other ways. But… If you love me… You have to yield to save me.”

I sent more lust into Solja, reminding him of how much he cared for his sister. Lusted for her. I could feel that desire in him. Life stirred beneath his loincloth. That itch, that sexual ache that demanded release, rose in him.

It was so hard for any living creature to ignore that primal desire. So hard to deny it. Especially if you were a race birth of Las’s passions.

He raised his two-handed sword in one, aiming it at me.

“I will kill her!” I shouted. To save Pyrriah, I would do anything. There was nothing I wouldn’t do to protect my sisters. “I love my sister as much as you love yours! This is no bluff!”

“Is vengeance worth losing me, Solja?” asked Tharaka.

He growled in disgust and threw his sword down. It struck the sands. “I yield.”

The crowd burst into cheers. The thunderous applause rippled over the training sands. I lowered my sword. Tharaka glanced at me and then smiled. She winked at me before running over to her brother. She reached him, gingerly touching his burns. He cupped her face, staring down at her. I had heard trolls were brutes. Monsters.

There was real affection in his eyes as he stared at his sister.

Exhilaration rushed through me as Pyrriah raced to me. The flames on her body went out. The glow in her hair faded. Her breasts bounced in her chainmail bikini, her skirt of metal rustling about her thighs. Then she reached me.

She threw her arms around me, tears in her eyes. I dropped my tulwar and pulled her to me. She kissed me on the mouth, clinging to me. Her tears spilled down her cheeks and seasoned our kiss with her salty pain.

I lifted her, holding her in my arms, and spun her around. We had lived. We had won the day. The crowd’s enjoyment thundered around us. I shook as the battle excitement bled out of me. I felt clammy for a moment then hot as I kissed my sister.

The cheering swelled louder and louder. It was deafening. I held my sister tight, spinning her around. I never wanted to let her go. I didn’t care how my back burned from Tharaka’s fingernails or how my shoulder throbbed from being bit.

I just loved this moment.

Then a hush fell on the coliseum. The applause petered out.

I set down my sister and broke the kiss. Panting, I turned around, struggling to get my bearings. Tharaka and Solja were heading out of the arena together, my cum dripping down her swarthy thighs while she stroked her brother’s cock that she’d pulled out of his loincloth.

Where they lovers? They could only do oral or anal since Troll cum had a similar property to mine: it knocked up any woman. And troll pregnancy progressed fast and was usually lethal. I shivered, remembering the words he shouted.

I finally spotted the reason the crowd had gone silent. Queen Athirmi stood in the royal box staring down at us, her face implacable from here. The two twins that served her knelt on either side, their lips gleaming with pussy juices. How many times had the queen cum on their faces.

Holding my sister to my side, I headed out to the middle of the arena and knelt before her.

“The winners!” Queen Athirmi announced. “Kurtis and his fiery sister have vanquished Tharaka and Solja. Let all of Naith know of their deeds and the prowess of Kurtis, tamer of the berserker Tharaka’s pussy!”

I grinned at that.

“I don’t know if I should be angry that you were fucking her while I was risking my life,” my sister whispered.

“Trust me, I risked my life,” I said, my shoulder throbbing.

“You have passed the Trial of Steel,” Queen Athirmi announced. “Tomorrow, I shall deliver the instructions for your final task.” Then she swept around and marched off.

The applause resumed, the cheers deafening. I stood up, my cock throbbing before me. I was down to the sandals strapped about my feet and ankles and the pauldron adorning my left shoulder. I headed towards where our family waited.

Lasla burst onto the sand, her purple robes flapping around her legs and her black hair streaming behind her head. She threw herself at me and kissed me. I held my sister to me, picking her up as she thrust her tongue into my mouth.

I carried her to the stairs and vanished into the gladiator area. Moans and grunts came from a side room. I caught a glimpse of Tharaka on her knees getting pounded in the ass by her troll-brother’s huge, woody cock.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she growled as she took that big dick in the ass.

My cock throbbed, my lusts swelling through me. I needed to satiate my passion. I set Lasla down, breaking the kiss with her, as my slaves surrounded us. Princess Lavhi crawled on the ground, her leash held in Princess Naryu’s hand. My mother smiled, nodding.

“I knew you would prevail,” she said, glancing over at Pyrriah. “Both my children are too strong to fail.”

“Yes, we are,” I said, savoring my victory. The scratches in my back throbbing.

“Master, let me attend to your wounds,” said Princess Naryu. She pulled me to a padded bench with a hole cut in it. “This is for champions to be massaged on.” She yanked on the leash attached to her cousin’s collar. “Time to put that whore mouth of yours to use, slut.”

“What?” whimpered Lavhi. Then she gasped. “No, no, turn on the vibrations! Please, please, Mistress Lasla! I need it. I need to feel good.”

“When you suck your master’s cock and drink his cum, you’ll get it,” Princess Naryu said. “Master, if you would kindly slip onto the massage bed.” Her face blurred. Furs sprouted, orange striped with black save the white patch on her throat. Triangular ears twitched and whiskers quivered. She licked her chops. “You shall enjoy this.”

As she spoke, my mother unbuckled my pauldron and pulled it off. She smiled at me and kissed me where Tharaka had bitten me. I groaned at the soothing, motherly gesture. I glanced at my sisters. Lasla and Pyrriah kissed with a mad passion, Lasla ripping the armor off our sister’s body.

I smiled and sank onto the padded bench. My cock thrust threw the hole, dangling down. I watched Lasla duck her head down and suck on Pyrriah’s pink nipple. My twin moaned, her fiery hair dancing around her face. She had come through unscathed.

Good.

Lasla crawled beneath the bench. She lay on her back, her large breasts quivering. Her lips kissed at the tip of my dangling cock. I shuddered as she licked over my spongy crown, bathing it with her hot saliva. Then the rakshasa-slave swallowed my cock.

“Las’s big dick,” I groaned in delight as she sucked on me. She nursed with sloppy sounds. My dick throbbed in her mouth.

“Enjoy, Master,” my other princess-slave purred. The daughter of Queen Athirmi straddled my ass, rubbing her wet pussy into my rump.

I couldn’t see her, but in moments, I felt the soothing licks of her tongue. Her thick, hot feline tongue dragged over my scratches. Her touch was soothing. I shuddered, my dick twitching in her cousin’s mouth as she banished the heat.

I groaned, letting her tongue massage away all my hurts and pain. I watched Lasla’s sucking at Pyrriah’s nipple and rubbing at her pussy. My twin groaned, her head thrown back. Nephi stood to watch at the door, her arms folded beneath her breasts.

“Mother, lick Nephi’s pussy,” I groaned.

“Yes, Master,” my dragon-mother purred. She crawled to the watching sphinx. A smile spread on Nephi’s lips.

Then she gasped in delight.

I watched the lesbian passion unfolding before me. Lasla dropped to her knees and buried her face into Pyrriah’s pussy, licking at our sister’s cunt. The wet slit of my mother’s pussy gleamed, the chastity belt covering her clit. I hadn’t even thought of calling on her in those desperate moments.

My sisters and I had to be strong on our own.

Princess Lavhi’s sucking mouth had my dick twitching and throbbing. I groaned while Princess Naryu’s tongue lapped over my back. Her tongue banished the pain as she lapped over my scratched flesh, soaking me in saliva.

And enjoying my blood. She was a predator.

She purred as she licked me. So did Princess Lavhi, her passion buzzing around my cock. It wouldn’t be long before I would be cumming in her mouth. Just basting the slut with my cum. My balls tightened as she nursed and purred around my dick.

“Gods, yes,” I groaned, savoring every minute of this delight.

Her tongue bathed me as Princess Lavhi’s suckling brought me closer and closer to cumming. Her tongue danced around my tip as she whimpered and moaned. My balls twitched as the pressure grew and grew in them.

“Mmm, just relax, Master,” Princess Naryu growled, her tongue lapping over another cut.

“Yes,” I sighed. Her tongue’s wet stroke felt incredible.

My pain forgotten, I just savored the hot mouth suckling on my dick. The sexy princess nursing on my cock. I watched my women, the sphinx shuddering. Nephi’s big boobs jiggled as she came closer and closer to her orgasm.

Closer and closer to exploding with her passion. It would be grand. Her suckling swelled that ache while the other princess-slave bathed my back in passion. I watched Nephi toss her head and Pyrriah shudder on Lasla’s mouth.

I smiled, savoring my triumph and my rewards.

“Gods damn!” I growled and came.

My cum fired into Princess Lavhi’s hungry mouth. I spurted my spunk, the pleasure slamming through my mind. I groaned, stars dancing across my vision. I bucked on the massage bench, the ecstasy sweeping through my body. I groaned, my heart pounding as the pleasure slammed into my mind.

Princess Naryu’s tongue licked across my back. She coated me in her spittle. I shuddered, savoring the comforting lick of her tongue. She soothed away the ache. I groaned, closing my eyes and luxuriating in her touch as I pumped the final blasts of cum into her.

I wanted more. I had one today.

“Princess Naryu,” I groaned.

“Yes, Master,” she purred. Her tongue licked up my back, her hands stroking my sides.

“I want your asshole wrapped around my cock. I want you working your bowels up and down my dick. That’s the sort of massaging I need right now.”

“Of course, Master,” she moaned and then lifted herself.

I turned over, sliding my cock out of Princess Lavhi’s mouth. She whimpered and moaned, needing to cum more, but Lasla was too busy feasting on Pyrriah’s pussy to do anything about it. I shuddered as I stretched out on my back.

Princess Naryu, her face still in her feline form, winked at me. She licked her chops, her whiskers twitching. She moved up my body, her hand straddling my hard cock. She lowered her hips down, her small breasts quivering. She pressed my cock between her butt-cheeks and pressed it against her asshole.

“Enjoy, Master,” she moaned and then impaled her bowled down my dick.

Her anal ring stood no chance against her passion. Her sphincter slid over my cock in a flash, and then her hot asshole engulfed my cock. I groaned as more and more of her velvety bowels slid down my dick until she had taken every inch of it. She roared in delight, wiggling her hips.

As she slid up me, Nephi moaned in delight. Her big boobs heaved. My sexy sphinx came on my dragon mother’s mouth. I shuddered, my dick throbbing in Princess Naryu’s tight bowels. She slammed her asshole down my dick again.

“Master, Master,” Princess Lavhi moaned. “Pleasure! Pleasure!”

“Lasla, turn on her toy!” I groaned.

“Yes, yes, turn it on!” Pyrriah moaned, her red hair bursting with fiery delight as she came.

The toy hummed to life. The princess-slave moaned in delight, addicted to the pleasure of it. I shuddered, her cousin working her asshole up and down my dick. The sexy Princess Naryu roared her pleasure as she rode my cock.

“Mother,” I groaned, dismissing her chastity belt. “I want to eat your pussy. I want to devour the cunt that birthed me.”

“Yes, Master,” the busty dragon said. Her azure hair swayed as she stood and darted over, her tits bouncing. “Mmm, I am honored to feed you my pussy, Master.”

She straddled my face and planted her pussy right on my mouth. I groaned at the sweet scent of my mother’s snatch. Her hot folds rubbed on my lips. I licked through her folds, savoring the incestuous rush of worshiping my mother.

I feasted on her, my hands, gripping her thighs. I licked and lapped, Pyrriah moaning through her climax in the background. Princess Naryu purred with such delight as she worked her asshole up and down my dick, massaging me.

“Oh, Lasla, let me eat your cunt,” Pyrriah moaned.

“Yes, yes, yes!” my other sister answered.

I thrust my tongue deep into my mother’s cunt. I swirled about in her sweet depths. I groaned into her cunt, the pressure building and building at the tip of my dick. Princess Naryu worked her asshole up and down my cock, her hands massaging my chest.

Mother moaned as I feasted on her cunt. Her blue hair danced down her silky back. Her hairless folds rubbed on my mouth. I groaned, lapping at her cunt with hunger. I slid my tongue through her folds, teasing her.

“Gods damn, I love your pussy, Mother!” I groaned, my voice throaty from the pleasure Princess Naryu gave me.

“Yes, yes, I can tell, Master!” she moaned. “Ooh, your Mommy-slave is so glad to feed you her yummy pussy.”

“Such a loving Mommy-slave!” the rakshasa purred, her bowels clenching around my dick bringing me closer and closer to cumming.

We were all hurtling towards our orgasms. Princess Naryu’s cunt simmered, her asshole reveling in working up and down my dick. Mother’s twat grew hotter and hotter, my tongue caressing her folds in just the right way. The pressure in my nuts swelled. The ache at the tip of my dick grew.

I growled, fluttering my tongue up to my mother’s clit. I lapped at it, savoring the sweet flavor of her pussy. I sucked on her bud. She gasped, her butt-cheeks clenching before my face. Her hair danced down her back.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she moaned. “Oh, Master. I… I… Yes!”

Sweet cream flooded my mouth. I drank my dragon-mother’s passion. I gulped it down, loving every moment of drinking her delight. My dick throbbed in Princess Naryu’s asshole as I feasted on my mother’s cunt cream. Every son should have this delight.

“Gods damn, yes!” I growled as my rakshasa-slave impaled her asshole down my dick. She took me to the hilt and then gasped out in ecstasy.

Her asshole spasmed around my dick. Pussy cream gushed from her pussy and splashed my stomach. She soaked me with her passion as her bowels massaged my cock. The pleasure I craved, the delight of her spasming anal sheath, surged through me.

I exploded.

“Las’s mighty cock!” I growled, my cum firing into Princess Naryu’s receptive asshole.

“Oh, Master, you honor me!” the princess-slave moaned.

“Yes, yes, yes, your Mommy-slave is honored to cum on your mouth, Master!”

The pleasure slammed through my mind. My cum fired over and over, flooding the rakshasa-slave’s asshole. I growled, my mind melting beneath the pleasure shooting from my cock. I rubbed my face into my mother’s pussy, savoring her sweet pleasure.

Stars burst across my vision. I shuddered, my heart pounding fast. I licked at my mother’s cunt. I feasted on her cream as Princess Naryu worked out every drop of my cum from my balls. I groaned my delight, trembling through that heavenly rapture.

“Master,” whimpered my two sex slaves.

I buzzed with triumph. I had passed the Trial of Steel. Now all that was left was the Trial of Pain. Tomorrow, I would find out what I had to do next. I would face it with my loving sisters, my submissive mother, and my obedient slaves. I would gain that ambassadorship.

I would fuck the naga empress and then her Serpent Oracle. I would find out how to rescue my father and breed every woman, demigoddess, and monster girl I could in the meantime.

To be continued…

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A quick and kinky lesbian fantasy!

This is a fantasy. I tried to throw in enough details to give it some sense of plausibility, to help with immersion, but I recognize that it probably can’t really work in reality. Probably better to just treat it like magic, or just ignore it.

I have included multiple binary and non-binary tags, although as the story mentions, Intersex would probably be more accurate. I want to apologize in advance to anyone who is transgender or transsexual, if I have misjudged the tone of the story.

I sat on the bed, and viewed the marvel before me, close enough to reach out and touch. A sweet oval face, framed by long blonde hair. Long blonde eyelashes too, around massive pale blue eyes, sparking with life and personality. A button nose. Thick, pink, kissable lips. Moving down, a slender neck, high collarbones, and oh, such breasts! Large – maybe the size of grapefruit – and perfectly shaped, hanging deliciously from a pale chest.

Further down, a smooth belly, tapered to a narrow waist, with the slightest wisps of the longest golden locks poking out to either side. Then wide, flared, feminine hips.

And just at the meeting of long, lithe, shapely legs, a proud, erect penis, mirroring mine a few feet away from it. Hanging just below the engorged member, the unmistakeable wrinkled skin of a scrotum, slightly distended by the testicles it contained.

I looked back up, from those male genitals, across the perfect feminine body, to those shining eyes. I saw the hope and fear at war there, the desperation, the entreaty. And I made my decision.

~#~

I had just come back from a holiday with family. It had been a great time, but really busy. We had been out all day seeing sights and taking in the attractions of our destination, coming home late, so I hadn’t had much time for anything else… and besides, with family around, you don’t think about the other stuff.

So I hadn’t really noticed, but I had actually been dry for a good week or so, and now that those distractions were gone, I had spent the entire journey back feeling pretty fucking horny.

With no obvious partner around, and not really having the liberty to find one, I had intended to satisfy myself over an evening in front of my computer and a couple of well-chosen porn streams. I had even gotten a bit of a head start, discreetly browsing my favoured sites on my phone as I rode the train and then the bus home. Building the anticipation and then letting it slip back can really up the final climax.

But then, just as I was settling into my desk chair, pants off and my finger hovering over the play button on the first vid, I heard a ping. It was a message from one of my friends, inviting me to the pub.

I tried to say I was busy, but my heart wasn’t in it. They were all there, and I hadn’t seen them in a while. They knew I had the rest of the week off, so I didn’t have any urgent business (so to speak). Besides, a bit more anticipation would only increase the buzz even more.

It turned out to be the kind of night where people bring their friends. There must have been a dozen of us in total. One guy had brought his girlfriend – who we had met a couple of times before, admittedly – and she had brought someone new, a friend called Hermy. Hermione, I presumed – she looked about 23 or 24, so probably the daughter of a Harry Potter early adopter.

And she was gorgeous. She looked like a fashion model, in a long dress that flowed and fluttered in folds around her body. You could tell all the attention was on her, especially the guys. Maybe it was my sex-starved condition, but I found myself focused especially on her. I tried not to stare, and hoped to god she wouldn’t notice – I couldn’t bear her finding me creepy or intense.

She didn’t say much though, and didn’t seem that interested in our usual subjects of conversation. She dropped in the occasional comment, but seemed mostly content to sit passively, like a classical painting by a Renaissance or Pre-Raphaelite master, and listen.

I was on the verge of giving up – I could barely admit to myself that I was trying, with a girl so far out of my league – but I gave it one last go. I asked what she was drinking. She said it was a gin & tonic.

I happen to know a bit about gin, so I asked what kind. Before I knew it, we were in deep conversation about the different types of gin, different mixers, and garnishes that suit them best. We went to the bar together, and came back to sit together with our G&Ts, chosen for interest and experiment as well as taste. The next pair, we shared. I tried not to think about her full pink lips on my glass, about sharing saliva by proxy.

The conversation moved on to more subjects, and we seemed amazingly in tune. Others tried to step in and contribute, but although she was polite, it seemed Hermy only had eyes for me, and they soon gave up. I tried to ignore the jealous looks I was getting as they made their excuses and went home – smugness is not my style.

The only exception was Mike, my best friend, a gold-standard wingman, and camp as Christmas. Hermy noticed my rainbow keychain and asked me about it. I said I considered myself an ‘ally’, and had been to a few Pride events over the years. That was when Mike chipped in to talk about the times we had gone to them together. Pretty soon the three of us were enthusiastically sharing stories of partying and the outrageous things we’d seen there. Gay clubs, drag and burlesque shows… We spent a while discussing RuPaul’s latest series and assessing the contestants -I had not followed it closely, but I knew enough to take part, and ask just the right questions.

Mike casually dropped in (he’s always been far smoother at that kind of thing than me) that guys had propositioned me, and he had ‘had to’ distract their attention to himself. So she knew I was open-minded but not gay. It couldn’t have been better.

As the expert wingman he is, Mike also knew how to read a room. Having established that the ice was well and truly broken, he made his excuses and stood to go, dropping me a sly wink as he left the two of us alone in our corner of the bar.

We kept drinking, and talking. We moved closer together. Her thigh almost brushed mine, and her hand touched mine when she wanted to emphasize a point. It was intoxicating. SHE was intoxicating.

I learned more about her. She knew Kate and Farron from university. She was visiting them while in town for a work event. She lived in a town fairly close, but had taken a room at a hotel because it was more convenient for the work event. She worked for a charity that advocated on LGBTQ+ issues, although her role was really just administrative.

Hold on, I thought. She goes to gay clubs, watches Drag Race, and works for an LGBTQ+ charity. Does that mean she is a lesbian? With regret, I began preparing to set aside any amorous intentions and shift gear to a more friendly Platonic interaction. After all, the last thing I wanted was to distress her by imposing on her when she wasn’t interested, and I could still enjoy her company on a purely social level.

But no, she *was* interested. It was clear in the way she smiled at me, the way she leaned towards me, the thousand little signs that, against all the odds, this beautiful girl wanted me as much as I wanted her. We had a connection. Or so it seemed to me.

Last orders came and went. Closing time came, and we went out together into the warm summer night. We turned to face each other, so close that I could feel her breath on my face.

It was now or never. Slowly, giving her plenty of time to pull away, I leaned forward and placed my lips on hers…

She did not pull away. She did the opposite. Her lips parted, locked with mine. I was kissing the most beautiful girl I had ever seen! She tasted of sweet lip gloss and the last gin we had shared, underlaid by that delicate, unmistakeable feminine musk.

I made to bring her closer, to press her body against mine, but she pulled away, and I thought for one sickening moment that I had blown it! But then she smiled a smile that shone like daylight. “My hotel room is very near here,” she said. “Do you… want to come up?”

YES! Yes yes yes! “Sure, why not,” was what came out of my mouth.

Despite my stupid coolness, her dainty fingers intertwined with mine, and she led me forward.

~#~

No sooner had her hotel room door closed than she was in my arms again, our tongues battling eagerly. It was a small room, dominated by one double bed – the kind of room you could find in a thousand chain hotels across the country – but I was not focused on the décor.

Before I knew it, our clothes were on the floor and we were down to underwear. She wore a nice off-white bra, a pleasing balance between lacy and practical. More concealing than most bras, it still could not hide how perfect her breasts were. Her panties were slightly odd though – opaque and wide, they covered her entire pelvic area, almost like bloomers, if they had been a bit baggier. Still, I wasn’t complaining: having this angel in her underwear, in my arms was a dream, and things were only progressing in one direction from here.

Then she pulled away again. She pushed me down so I was sitting on the bed. All of a sudden, there was doubt in here eyes. Trepidation. Was she not as eager as I had thought?

I had to say it. I didn’t want to, but I couldn’t respect myself as a man if I didn’t. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” I told her gently. “If you are having second thoughts, we can call a stop to this right now. I’ll leave. I…”

She interrupted me with a delicate, gentle finger on my lips. “It’s not that,” she said, shaking her head, her golden mane weaving back and forth behind her. “Well, not exactly. There is something I want to show you. That I have to show you. Something I don’t think you have realized until now. I think I can trust you – this is between us now.”

She turned her back. “Once I am done, if you want to go, I won’t stop you. I just…” she trailed off, then heaved a massive sigh, tinged with inexplicable sorrow. She reached behind her, and I saw those dainty fingers undoing the clasp of her bra.

Of course! I thought. She must have breast implants. I should have known those tits were too great to be true. And some people could be self-conscious about that kind of thing. It explained everything. Well, I was not picky about something like this, and the surgeon had clearly done a great job, from what I had seen so far.

But the bra fell to the floor, and she stayed there, facing away from me. Then she heaved another sigh, with a little catch in it that I could not identify, and bent down. Her thumbs went under the waistband of her big pants, and pushed down. I pushed down my own boxer shorts, and my engorged cock sprang free.

Then she turned. And I was greeted with the most exquisite, supreme display of womanhood… except for the undeniable organs of manhood between her legs, where a vagina should be.

She waited there, controlling her impatience with effort and deep breaths that lifted and lowered those perfect breasts, while my mind span like a washer-dryer.

Her – his? – cock was a little smaller than mine, both shorter and thinner, but it was still undeniably a penis. As often happens, it was a darker shade than the skin around it. I could see the purple traceries of veins running up the surface. A few traces of hair could be seen on the scrotum, but the whole pubic area around it had been shaven clean and smooth. It pointed upwards at around a 70-degree angle, signalling her arousal. His arousal.

I had been on the internet. I had seen porn, and drag shows and the like. It had always seemed to me that, when you saw a transvestite or drag artist, no matter how convincing, you could almost always refocus and ‘see’ the maleness in the shape of their face and body. I tried that for a moment with Hermy. But no matter how I looked, I could only see pure femininity. There was not a trace anywhere in her of masculine traits, except that genitalia. But then again, how would I know? Maybe there are loads of them, wandering around with their reproductive organs hidden, as we all do. Maybe the truly authentic ones online are reserved for the premium rate sites that I never bothered investigating because I didn’t think I was interested. Or maybe they all have too much sense and dignity to do porn, as one does.

All I knew for sure was what I had in front of me. And she was all woman. With a cock.

And the strange thing was that it didn’t look out of place. I cannot explain it, but with this one woman and only her, the phallus and testicles protruding between those wide womanly hips, above those long, smooth, shapely legs, it just seemed the most natural thing in the world. Natural and… beautiful.

I don’t know how long we were like that, facing each other, motionless but for our breath. Seconds, certainly. But too many seconds. The beginning of a little tremble ran across her succulent lips, and her blue eyes shone a little brighter with a build-up of moisture. The erection was beginning to fade a little, droop to more like 50 degrees. She took a deeper breath, and I thought I detected the hint of a shudder in it.

“You can g-” she began, but I was already moving. I stood, and closed the distance between us. I lifted my hand. My palm brushed her cheek, went to the nape of her neck, and pulled her towards me. I kissed her. Kissed him. It didn’t matter any more.

I pressed my mouth against Hermy’s, harder than before, forcefully conveying my approval. Two pairs of arms went around two bodies. Full, supple, rounded mammaries met a male chest. Two bellies, one smooth and toned, the other lightly haired, made contact. Two penises touched, and slid across each other, nestled side by side between the two stomachs. Two moans of satisfaction vibrated across each other through two pairs of lips, locked passionately together.

We maintained contact as we fell together onto the bed. Every moment in which I could feel the touch of that warm skin was a blessing. My hand went down, and encircled the member, which was already rapidly engorging back to its full size and turgidity. I did not know what I was doing, only that it felt right, and must be right as long as it pleased this wonderful creature. From the response of the body entangled with mine, I knew that it did please them. Warm, slender fingers wrapped around my own penis. We moved our hands in time.

Acting on a further impulse, I separated our faces slightly. I stared into stunning blue eyes. “You are perfect,” I said, and separated further, but only so that I could kiss her neck. Then her breasts, swirling my tongue around each delicious brown areola in turn. A part of my brain noted in passing that there was no trace of surgical scars – this flesh, this glorious flesh, was all natural. Then down to her stomach. My tongue probed the indent of her navel, and she gave a little giggle.

Then I moved further, and there it was, inches from my eyes, framed against the gentle pink valley of her cleavage. I thought I would hesitate, but I did not. My lips enveloped the bulbous end, my tongue swirled the skin around the glans, and I was rewarded with a high, long, feminine groan.

I was actually doing it! I was sucking a cock!

I had asked myself about my sexuality. Of course I had. If you haven’t, ever, then I have sour news for you, pal: you are repressing something. Back when I was a teenager, I had forced myself to honestly consider the question. And especially later, when I made gay friends, and went to gay clubs with them, and got propositioned by guys. A couple of times I had even reciprocated a bit, just to try it out, although I had never taken it further than a long kiss and embrace.

I had thought about male bodies, and female bodies, pressed myself against each, and I knew which of them turned me on. Sexuality isn’t a matter of choice; I am what I am, and what I am is pretty much straight.

Of course, I don’t believe people are 100% straight. Or at least, very few people. It’s a spectrum. It takes a real super-hetero not to look at the hunks of the day – for my generation, it was the likes of Brad Pitt and George Clooney – and feel a tingle that is more than just a recognition of objective beauty. But I thought of myself as maybe 90% or 95%, and confident enough about it not to feel challenged or threatened by other people expressing their own sexuality in front of me.

Well, let me tell you, as a result of that night, I have moved myself along the spectrum a few pegs. Notches. You know what I mean.

There was no doubt, I was fully sexually aroused by this situation and this woman (or whatever she was). And it was not ‘despite’ her girl-cock. It was because, just like it was because of her womanly hips, and slim waist, and round breasts, and long golden hair, and great big blue eyes, and the feminine scent that wafted about her.

She shifted back a bit, and I followed her, latching back onto that proud phallus like a baby seeking its mother’s nipple. She had her legs bent at the knees, trailing off the side of the bed, and sat up with her tits gyrating just above my head, but she turned to lie on her side, swinging her legs up to the other side. Her penis rotated in my mouth.

She kept moving back, inch by inch, and I followed her, resting my hands on the bed, then my knees. I had to stay close to this beautiful creature and her aura of raging eroticism.

Then suddenly she span, pivoting around the unmoving centre of my suckling mouth on her erect shaft. Grabbing at my legs, she pulled herself forward, and enveloped my own cock-head in her own pink, pouting, kissable lips. The sensation was amazing. Before I had even realized it, we were 69ing! Lying on our sides, each with our heads bobbing on each other’s penises.

I can’t say I have a great deal of experience in licking pussy, although I am no novice either. I have always tried to give as much pleasure as I would ask for, but I am not a mind-reader, and always feared that I was not doing it in quite the way she would have wanted.

With Hermy, it was different. She had a cock and balls, just like I did. I know what gets me off, so I just had to reproduce that on her, and surely it would have the same effect, right?

It did, judging by the sounds she was making. As I alternated between bobbing on the end of her cock and trying to open my throat to take her deep inside, she kept up a constant stream of porn-star sighs, gasps and moans. When she groaned in particular, the rumble vibrated her throat, giving my penis the most incredible sensations.

And here’s a funny thing: her dick tasted just like a pussy! Maybe all dicks do – I don’t have the experience to know. Perhaps all our secretions and pheromones are the same, whether we are male or female… or anything in between. All I know is that it was wonderful.

We lay there for some minutes, revelling in each other’s bodies – my hands around her slender waist, my head between her smooth, toned legs, suckling on her rigid, womanly-tasting penis.

Then, as I was starting to build to an incredible climax, she rolled over to rest on top of me and swung her leg over. Surprised, I heard the pop as her schlong left the pursing seal of my lips. Now she was resting beside me. She moved over to hold my face in her hands, and kissed me on the lips. Her eyes looked deep into mine, shining with pure sincerity and devotion. And then she said something that made my heart cartwheel.

“I want you inside me.”

Those five words, in her high, girlish voice. I had not known until just now, but those were the five words that I wanted to hear most in the world.

But there was a problem. “I can’t,” I said. You don’t have… the equipment, you know? I’ve just been down there, I saw!”

She smiled a lascivious smile, and hugged me. Then she whispered into my ear, “I have another hole.”

Was she saying what I thought? I leaned back, and looked into her face again. She took my hand, and put it between her legs. Singling out my middle finger, she brought it down, past her hanging girl-scrotum, to the pale brown pucker of her butthole. She nodded, giving me a stunning, cheeky smile.

The surprised delight must have shown on her face, because she giggled, then hurried excitedly out of bed to the bathroom.

This was incredible! The most beautiful woman I had ever seen – possibly the most beautiful woman ever to have existed – was going to let me have anal sex with her. She wanted me to! She had asked me to!

She came back, holding a bottle of some clear liquid. In her excitement, her step had a bounce to it that had both her breasts and cock jiggling mesmerizingly.

I looked at the bottle. “Lube?” I asked.

She nodded, that cheeky smile showing again.

“You carry a bottle of lube with you when you travel?”

She looked at me reproachfully, but with a teasing smile underlying it that made clear she was joking. “You carry a couple of condoms in your wallet all the time, right?”

I smiled wryly and nodded.

“So do I?” she whispered again. “Lube and condoms both. We live in hope. And I am so glad I do. Now lie on your back.”

I did as I was told.

First she squirted out a generous dollop of lubricant into her palm, and applied it to my cock. The initial coolness soon changed as the gel was warmed between her hand and my penis. If it had softened at all in her absence, her gentle ministrations restored it to steel-rod rigidity. Just her soft hand lightly polishing my genitals was bliss in itself, but that paled into insignificance when I knew what was to come.

Once a layer of lubricant was thoroughly spread all over my groin, she reached between her legs and applied some of the remainder on her hand to her butthole. I saw her eyes widen fractionally and the cutest little squeak emerge from her lips as she slipped the very end of a slick finger into her pucker. Then she lifted one shapely leg high, and straddled me.

A naked feminine dream was towering over me, her angelic face framed in the cleavage between her glorious breasts. “Are you ready?” she asked.

I nodded emphatically. What could I possibly say that would express how incredibly goddamn ready I was?!

The idiotic glee of my expression must have made it clear, because she chuckled happily, her breasts and cock jiggling with the convulsions of laughter. Then she began to lower herself.

She reached down behind her to take my penis in hand and guide it to the sweet entrance of her poop chute. I grasped her cock in one hand and nestled her balls in the other, fondling them gently. She moaned her approval. Should I tell her that I was partly doing it so that I could lift her genitals out of the way and watch as I entered her? Maybe she would be fine with it… but better not to risk puncturing the moment, I thought.

It took a couple of attempts to get lined up. Lube is designed to be slippery, of course, and that goes in every direction, not just the ones you intend. Besides, an anus isn’t really biologically designed for big thick things to enter it – quite the opposite, in fact.

But where there’s a will, there’s a way. On the third try, my bulbous cock-head nestled into the groove of her café-au-lait pucker. Then Hermy took a deep breath, and pushed down again. I felt the resistance hold, then give way with an almost audible pop, as the sphincter passed the girth of my bell-end and squeezed tightly below it. She continued to press her weight down, and I watched with amazement as my shaft slowly disappeared into her butthole.

I looked up. Her mouth and eyes were wider than I had seen them yet, screaming silently towards the ceiling in rapturous delight. At first, I thought she had orgasmed then and there, but no, she was just revelling in this rare and special sensation. I stared, trying to fix the sight of that glorious expression in my memory forever, just in case cold reality re-manifested and prevented me from ever repeating this wonderful act.

Then she looked down on me, placed her splayed hands – one still quite slippery with the remaining lube – on my bare chest, and began to raise and lower her pelvis in the rhythmic motions of passionate, sensual intercourse.

With her on top, she would have complete control of the pace, and I could understand that. Anal sex, when done wrong, can be very painful – she had to be sure the angle going in was right. The fact that it gave me a great show of the most intimate – literal – lap dance while her sphincter massaged my cock was just a wonderful bonus. For a hole that isn’t biologically designed to take an erect penis into it though, man, it fits so perfectly! It was so tight and snug and warm, it felt like every millimetre of my manhood was being caressed, from the bifurcated tip to the base when she bottomed out, her ballsack coming to rest momentarily on my lower belly.

And in my turn, I returned the favour as best I could, matching her rhythm as I jerked her cock. It was slightly different to masturbating myself – the angle was different, for a start, and I did not have the feeling to guide me either, but I know what makes me horny, and reproduced that for her. The way she throbbed in my fist made it clear that I was doing it right, even if her moans and sighs and occasional exclamations (“Oh yeah!” “Fuck yes!” “Yeah baby, that’s good!”) were not enough.

Every now and then I reached up with my free hand to squeeze one of those glorious breasts, or cup her neck so I could sit up and take a perfect, nub-hard nipple in my mouth, or plant a passionate kiss on those gorgeous, full lips that met mine with hungry eagerness.

Mostly though, I just lay back, my wrist working away while an angel bounced on my cock. Not a bad life, is it?

The only sad thing is that it was over too soon. I felt my orgasm building, and I warned her, “I’m cumming soon.”

“Me too,” she replied. “Jerk my cock faster!”

I picked up the pace, bringing both hands in to give her genitals as much stimulation as possible. She in turn increased the rate and volume of her dirty talk. “Oh yeah, that’s it. Jerk your girl’s big cock. My butthole feels so good, full of your hard penis. We’re gonna come together, baby!”

It was getting me closer and closer. I knew what I wanted, but I was afraid to ruin the moment, so I hesitated, and finally I could put it off no longer. “I’m going to cum inside you, baby!” I almost shouted.

“YES!” she cried back. “CUM in my arse! Fill my arse with your sexy hot spunk!”

It was all the encouragement I needed. I orgasmed like a goddamn volcano, emptying my testes deep into her rectum. I anointed that luscious anus with floods of my precious, warm white seed. As I did, waves of delight rolled over me.

And while my body was still tense, she leaned back, pushing her entire weight down on my geysering cock. “Oh my God, I can feel it!” she cried, her voice a full octave higher than before. “It’s so warm, I’m so full- I’m cumming! AAAAAHHHH!”

Nobody has a pretty orgasm face. Nobody. I guess that in terms of evolution, if your partner hasn’t been convinced of your attractiveness by that point, either it is much too late or it never mattered in the first place. Everybody looks dumb and grimacey when they orgasm.

Except her.

She looked even more heavenly than before. Her eyes were wider than ever, her face flushed prettily, her mouth gaping. Every muscle screamed her ecstasy. A literal angel, of the host of heaven itself, radiant with divinity. Glory hallelujah!

Her ecstasy was so hypnotic that I had forgotten that I was still masturbating her cock, unable to feel her orgasm building. So when she came, it went everywhere. Gobbets spurted up onto her tits and neck, down her toned belly, and also all over my chest and stomach. A drop landed on my cheek, and another on my forehead. As I let go, the phallus oozed a bit more, slowly losing its rigidity, until it came to rest, pooling ejaculate into my navel.

Hermy had been very energetic throughout, building up a sweat that I had tasted when I kissed the smooth skin of her face and her hard, luscious nipples. Even I, mostly lying there, had exercised enough to be breathing heavily. She was gasping, her breasts rising and falling hypnotically as her chest swelled. I don’t know how long we stayed like that, but it felt like a golden eternity.

Then she looked down at me, and fixed me with her dazzling smile. She planted her hands on my shoulders and lifted herself up. My steadily shrinking penis emerged inch by inch, with an almost audible ‘pop’ at the end and, like an upturned bottle when the cork is removed, a gush of white creamy liquid spurted out. She had moved forward as she lifted, so my semen gushed onto my belly, mixing together in my navel with hers in a small pool of shared ejaculate. The flow slackened quickly, until one last stubborn string of viscous ooze connected her now-closed, gooey pucker to my jizz-coated stomach.

Her beautiful eyes left mine to look down at the creamy post-orgasmic mess, and then returned to meet my gaze. Suddenly, her expression changed. The happy smile took on a twist of mischief that almost made me gasp with desire. Then she lifted her leg, leapt off me, and bent down to my belly. Her bright pink tongue emerged from her full, gorgeous lips and made a long stroke of my skin. She was licking up our cum!

She worked at it for several minutes, her head bobbing industriously. She briefly popped the head of my cock into her mouth to lick off the residue there, but she mostly left my penis alone; it rose obediently out of the way as her ministrations took effect on my body, occasionally brushing her cheek as she passed by.

She was thorough, catching every drop that had not already dribbled off me and onto the bedclothes. Twice, she turned to me, opening her mouth so that I could see all the man-mayonnaise she had collected, then slowly, deliberately swallowed. Just the fact that we had ejaculated more than two entire mouthfuls of semen was a thought that brought a real thrill.

Having harvested everything on my belly, she worked her way up my chest. Her cheeks now had a slick residue of mixed bodily juices. Then her hot mouth travelled up my neck, kissed off the drop on my cheek and the one on my forehead, and finally came to rest, an inch from my own lips, where she hesitated.

Again, I made the decision for her. I rose up and our mouths met. It did not have the urgency of previous kisses; it was more tender, even comfortable. I tasted the salty tang of sperm in her mouth. I turned her cheeks to either side to return the service, licking each one in turn and ingesting the remainder of our shared love juice. There was still some on her own body, but it would do for now.

“I’ve never done that before,” she said quietly, “licking up cum like that. Did you like it?”

“I think it was the single sexiest thing I have ever seen,” I replied. “It’s hard for me to judge though, because at least the half-dozen sexiest things I have ever seen have all happened in the last hour or so.”

She giggled prettily, then settled in to lay down beside me, her head resting on my shoulder. Our arms went around each other. Her now-limp cock draped across my thigh – I noticed that, purely by accident, our penises were now pointing directly at each other, the heads a mere inch apart.

I love a good, comfortable post-coital cuddle. In some ways, it is as nice as the actual fucking, albeit in very different ways. Having just let each other into your most intimate inner sanctums, the fading orgasmic glow becomes a feeling of profound shared peace. Try it. It’s bliss.

It does give you time to think, though. I had known I was sex-starved, having not orgasmed the entire time I had been on holiday. Was I sure that this glorious night had not just been an overdrive of lust, making me desperate for any kind of sex? Even kinds I never would have considered before? Had I done something crazy, solely due to blue balls? Lord knows, I have had a case or two over the years of letting my libido run away with me, and then regretting it as soon as the deed was done.

I looked down at the body pressed against mine, resting peacefully in companionable silence. Now I had gotten my end away, surely those raging hormones and endorphins should have settled down a bit, leaving my perceptions clearer.

And yet, the beauty was still there, undiminished. The hips, the breasts, all perfectly proportioned. The cheekbones, jawline, defined and chiselled. The long golden eyelashes, smooth blonde hair, thin delicate eyebrows. The long, toned legs wrapped around one of mine. All exactly according to my picture of feminine beauty. There was no doubt about it. It wasn’t just my cock thinking for me. She really was an absolute stunner.

So why wasn’t the one blemish, the major deviation from normal female anatomy, putting me off? We’ve all seen the somewhat dated comedies with that moment, where Ace Ventura or Frank Drebin is confronted with the sexy “woman’s” male junk and reacts with horror and revulsion. Am I some kind of deviant? A sissy boy? A pervert? Well then, call me a pervert, I thought. As long as it was between me and a consenting adult, I didn’t care what anyone thought. I just couldn’t imagine how anyone could look at what I was looking at and not love it.

We lay there a while longer, listening to the sound of our own breath, and then she gave a deep sigh that pressed her naked breasts into my side. “Okay,” she said, without lifting her head from my chest or turning to look at me. “It’s time for the questions.”

“What questions?” I asked, surprised.

“You will have questions, I know you will. I’m… different. Let’s get it all out of the way right now. You’ve already seen my greatest secret, so I am an open book to you. I just don’t want those uncertainties, those questions, to sit there between us, festering and growing because you aren’t sure you can ask them. So I am declaring a moratorium: all the questions now, stupid or otherwise, and then you’ll know who I am and what we should be together.”

I nodded. It made sense. And that part at the end about ‘being together’ made my spirit soar a bit. “Alright,” I replied, “but the same goes for you. Ask me anything. Perhaps we should take turns?”

I felt her cheek move as she smiled. “I’d like that,” she said, “but you first, while my nerve holds.”

I pulled her tighter into my embrace. “Very well then. First stupid question: are you a man or a woman?”

“I am a woman,” she replied firmly but quietly, her voice exuding cast-iron certainty. “I have a penis, but I am a woman. I have always known that, deep in my soul.”

She hesitated for a moment, before continuing. “I tried for a short while, living as a boy, when I was in school. I was fourteen years old, and my parents moved me to a new school so I could have a clean start.

“I hated it. It was awful. It wasn’t just the physical discomfort either. My breasts were growing, and I strapped them down tight, making excuses in gym class changing rooms about an ongoing back problem. I was sore and aching all the time I wore that strapping, but I could have endured it if it had made me feel like I was fitting in. It didn’t. I was never like them, no matter how I tried to be. I was so depressed. I felt like a fraud, constantly.”

Her voice lowered as she continued. “I lasted six months. My parents pulled me out of school in February when they found out I was self-harming – nothing that left any permanent scars, thank god. They home-schooled me for a few months, and I endured the disguise for a couple of weeks so I could sit end-of-year exams. Then I moved schools again and went back to being a girl for my GCSEs.”

I stroked her golden hair, trying to ease her trauma in any way I could, although I knew it was futile. “Hermy,” I said gently. “… Hermione?” I tried experimentally.

“It’s Hermia,” she replied.

“Nothing to do with JK Rowling then.”

“We don’t speak that name,” she said sternly. “Not any more. I take her behaviour these days personally.”

“Fair point,” I agreed.

Then I had a thought that stopped me mentally in my tracks. “Hermia?” I tried to keep the incredulity out of my voice. “As in Hermes? And Aphrodite?”

“Aphrodite is my middle name.” She sounded a little embarrassed.

I could have laughed, but I knew it would be a really bad idea at that moment. “That’s a little on-the-nose, isn’t it? Being named after Herm-Aphrodite?”

Hermia sighed deeply again, and shifted against me. Her forehead was now touching my jawline. “Mum and dad meant well,” she said, a little defensively. “I think they really wanted me to make peace with my body, to find a way of being happy with who I am. In fact, I know they did. They told me they didn’t want me to live in denial of anything about myself. And I suppose it worked. I know who I am, what I am, and I accept it. I just hope other people can too, even if it seems unlikely sometimes.”

“They knew right from the start?”

She nodded, her forehead brushing my cheek. “It showed up on scans. You know, ultrasound and stuff? I don’t fully understand it really – I’m not a doctor or anything. The kit is all in there, somewhere inside my body, but sorta dormant: I don’t ovulate or menstruate. There are probably a couple of scientific papers all about me in medical journals somewhere. Anyway, I don’t know what their first reaction was, but by the time I was born, it seems my parents were ready to raise their little dickgirl.”

The sardonic way she said that last word made it clear she was not happy with it, and I made a mental note never to use it with her. She had clearly been through a lot of hurt in her life, and I meant to make sure none of it ever came from me.

“At least it solves one mystery,” I said. “I wondered if you were an angel. But Hermes and Aphrodite? You aren’t an angel. You’re a goddess!”

She lifted her head and playfully whacked my forearm, but the warmth in her eyes told me I had said the right thing. Her lips on mine confirmed it.

“So how about you?” she asked. “My turn for a stupid question: are you gay?”

“I didn’t think so,” I replied. “For sure, it’s still your feminine body and look that turn me on. But I can’t deny, so does your cock and balls. Maybe I am not homosexual, heterosexual or bisexual. Maybe I am just Hermiasexual. Whatever it is you are, that’s what I want.

“If I had to pick a category though? What are those initials… LGBT?”

“LGBTQIA+,” she said. “Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transexual, Queer, Intersex, Asexual, and a few other smaller groups that have been accepted into the movement. Remember where I work?”

“Well there we go then. That’s what I am. My sexuality is on the spectrum but doesn’t fit into any of those other categories, so I guess it’s Q. I am a queer man.”

“And obviously I am intersex,” she added.

“He was a Q. She was an I. Can I make it any more obvious!” I quipped.

It was not a very funny joke, but she laughed with what seemed genuine delight, and I found myself laughing too. Perhaps it was our elation at having found each other.

Then her face turned serious again. “Are you… Am I…” she hesitated, a note of vulnerability entering her voice that made me want to fight the world in her defence. It was not her turn, but I stayed quiet to hear what she would say.

“Am I… big enough for you?” she asked finally. “I- I’ve seen things on the internet. Hentai. They call it ‘futanari’. When you are looking for any kind of representation for someone like me online, you are bound to end up finding stuff like that. And some of them are massive. Huge breasts. Huge cocks, like as thick as their waists, and two or three feet long. I thought maybe when guys are into women with penises, they like…”

“No!” I replied emphatically, partly to reassure her and partly out of honesty. “I told you: you are perfect.” I put my free hand on her flaccid cock, and used the other to turn her cheek so my lips could meet hers. “Perfect: adjective,” I said, my eyes an inch from hers. “Bearing the greatest possible similarity to Hermia Aphrodite Corfield.”

That made her smile again.

“Seriously though,” I continued, “those images don’t do it for me. I think maybe that is one reason I was so sure I wasn’t interested. What you have seems so much more natural, and appealing. I love a sexy, feminine, well-proportioned body. Like yours.

“In fact,” I continued again, “you look a lot like a model. Have you ever done modelling?”

“I did a bit, when I was younger,” she replied, “back in my very early teens. I did it for a couple of years. I had an agent who seemed like the best in the business. He knew everyone, every step was planned out. He kept me moving in a constant program of clothes catalogues, adverts, and the like. It seemed as if my life was set.

“Then one day, after a late shoot with a magazine, he drove me back to his house instead of home. It was a great big place, like a mansion, in the middle of nowhere. He got me in his bedroom, and told me to take off my clothes. Looking back, it is so obvious what was going on, but I was young and naïve, only 13 years old. He told me he had to check something, make sure I was ready, before moving on with the next stage of my career, and I just… believed him.

“But it all changed when I took off my knickers. Suddenly he changed, from looking at me with hunger in his eyes, to screaming at me. “Get out! Get the fuck out!” The rage in his voice, the horror… I thought I must be the worst creature in the entire world, to make him suddenly so scared and angry.

“I left there in such a hurry that I forgot my purse and my phone, so I had to walk. That walk was probably the worst hour and three quarters of my life.

“The next day, I tried to call him, but he had blocked my number. I couldn’t contact him in any way. Worse, nobody else in the industry was answering my calls. I kept calling round, looking for another agent, but got nowhere. It wasn’t until months later that one of them took pity on me and told me: he had blacklisted me. He hadn’t told anyone why, but the message was clear that I was bad news. They assumed it was probably drugs, but it didn’t really matter. I was out.”

“That’s horrible,” I said comfortingly. “But hey, at least you didn’t get fucked by him. He probably does it all the time: picks up a pretty girl, grooms her, and eventually has his way with her. In fact, imagine not being worried that any of them will out you as a paedo, but being shit-scared of getting outed for this.”

“That occurred to me too,” she said. “Somehow, that made it worse. Like being intimate with me had that much more stigma than even child molestation.”

“That guy was a total creep,” I insisted. “Who gives a fuck what a pervert like him thinks.”

“I know.” She smiled, but it was a fragile smile. “I realized that eventually, but it did set me back years in mental health.”

“Do you think that is why you tried to pass as a boy for a while?” I asked.

She pursed her full, rosy lips in thought. “You know, I never thought about that, but yes. That incident happened when I was 13, and it was only a few months later, at 14, that I changed schools and identities. I must have still been feeling the effects from that awful night.

“He got his eventually, at least. Some of his victims came forward during the MeToo campaign. I may not be able to work in the fashion industry any more, but neither can he. His career is over. And at least I don’t really want to, now. I had the chance to get back into it, but I decided it isn’t really for me. I like my job, and I like the people I work with.”

“Do they know about… this?”

“My boss does,” she said. “They have a pro-LGBTQ+ hiring policy, so I put it on my CV. I think the rest of them have the impression that I am non-normative in some way, but I don’t talk about it, and they are fine with that. It’s really a great team, lovely and supportive.”

“They probably think you are lesbian,” I offered.

“Yes, that or asexual.”

“I am glad you aren’t asexual!” I said, laying my hand on her cock, which twitched a little in response.

“So am I!” she replied. “It’s difficult to find partners, but I really enjoy fucking.”

The dirty talk was starting to bring my libido back into play. I partly blame that for my next incautious question. “Have you ever tried it with a woman? I mean, you have the equipment…”

“Once,” was her response. “Like I said before, I’ve been to a lot of gay clubs, where I feel free to express myself without judgement. I get a lot of attention from the girls there, though. They are nicer than some guys, so I don’t usually have to worry about turning them down, but it is tempting sometimes.

“There was this girl; short hair, slim build, walking cliché in some ways. You get that sometimes, especially with the ones who have recently come out – they feel like they need to play up to their new identity. But this woman wasn’t a newbie. She had experience, and she was pushing my buttons. I’d had a few drinks, and thought, fuck it, why not?

“We got back to hers, and when I showed her what I had down there, she didn’t hide her delight. But I was sobering up, and realizing I wasn’t sure I was feeling it.”

“But you did it,” I prompted when she hesitated.

“Yes. My body wasn’t responding at first, which is a big clue for me. But you know how it is, when someone fiddles with your knob enough, it’s going to stand up, and she was really enthusiastic. She was so nice too, she really seemed determined that I should enjoy it as well, and it was clearly an absolute dream come true for her. So I just… went along with it.”

Despite myself, the thought of Hermia fucking a girl’s willing pussy was turning me on. My dick was starting to rise. She saw it, and as her hand wrapped around my shaft, the tone of her voice changed slightly. She was making the most of it now – not lying or embellishing, but emphasizing the details in ways she knew would get me going.

“I sat down on the sofa, and she straddled me, guiding my cock right into her cunt. She moaned with pleasure as she bore down, and her nipples brushed against mine. Her breasts were small, but mine are much bigger. She rode me for ages, so that I didn’t have a choice but to keep entering her, and the friction kept me hard. I wasn’t aroused, not really, but she was in heaven, and seeing someone totally having the time of her life right in front of me like that… I think it was kinda worth it anyway.

“She came really loudly, screaming and howling, all girlish glee; lovely to hear, but a turn-off for me that meant I wasn’t anywhere near orgasming at the same time. Then she hugged me, and said she had to thank me. She moved around, and took my hard cock in her mouth, still slick from her own juices.

I was fully hard again now, and I had started jacking her, so she was too. “Did that work?” I asked, my voice gruff with need. “Did that turn you on?”

“A little bit,” she replied. “She seemed determined that I should cum as well. It was so sweet. So I imagined she was a slim guy, and that helped. She wanted me to enter her again, hoping I could finish inside her, so I pushed her onto the rug, on hands and knees, and slid my cock into her from behind.

“When I looked down at her, all I could see was her back. With a bit of effort, I could imagine she was male. I ejaculated eventually, but it was really difficult, and it wasn’t a proper orgasm. Not like I had with you. I had to screw up my eyes, and imagine a guy was there. I wish a guy had been there. I wish you had been there.”

Her lips met mine again, hungrily this time. Our fists were now pumping out a regular tempo on each other’s cocks, bringing them back towards full engorgement.

“I wish I’d been there too,” I said. “But it would definitely have made the mood different. There aren’t many situations that aren’t fundamentally changed by adding in a guy wanking in the corner.”

She laughed again, that wide-mouthed, full, open laugh. I felt the vibration of her voice where her chest met mine.

Then she looked down at our proud members, standing erect and ready. And she asked the question that needed no answer: “D’you want to go again?”

I answered anyway. “Sure, but this time, you do me.”

She gasped and sat up suddenly, her eyes wide in astonishment. “Nobody has ever let me do that!” she almost whispered.

Some people will tell you that the most beautiful sight in the whole universe is a beautiful woman. They are wrong. The most beautiful sight in the whole universe is a beautiful woman in a moment of surprised delight. My heart seemed to swell to three times its normal size, and my guts turned to syrup. At that instant, if I had thought that my blood could keep that rapturous expression on her face for a little longer, I would have started tearing at my wrists with my own teeth.

“Then it’s long past time that they did,” I insisted. “You deserve it.”

She jumped up excitedly on the bed, towering over me like an adorable colossus, her dick bouncing up and down between her legs. “Oh my god, this is going to be amazing! I love you so much!” Again, my heart did a 360 at those words. “Now get comfortable, while I… Where did I put that lube?”

She hopped off the bed, searching around for the bottle of lubricant, which seemed to have been knocked off the bedside table at some point in our sexual gyrations.

“I love you too,” I said, and she looked up to reward me with another of those laser-guided, rocket-propelled, armour-piercing radiant smiles.

The lube bottle turned out to have rolled under the bed, so I was treated to the delicious sight of her pert buttocks in the air as she reached for it. Then we arranged ourselves for what was to come. I hung off the edge of the bed, on my back, a pillow under my head and another under the small of my back, lifting my pelvis for easier access. She stood on the ground – it was quite a high bed – between my spread legs and held the bottle in front of her, her palm in front of the nozzle to receive a dollop.

“Let me do that,” I offered, taking the bottle from her. I pressed the top to pour some into my hand. More than I had intended: some sprayed over onto my belly.

She stifled a giggle. “I’d offer to take it back, but you have the lube, so go ahead.” She pushed her hips forward, bringing her hard dick into my reach.

I transferred some of the clear gel to my other palm, then wrapped both hands around my lover’s rigid member. For a moment, it felt weird – what was I doing? – and I almost receded a bit into self-consciousness, but then I looked back up to her beautiful face, enhanced by an expression of excited eagerness, and all doubt fled.

She gave a long, deep sigh as the lubricant did its job, my meat-filled fists gliding up and down, applying an even layer from summit to base. A small dollop remained at the very tip, and she dipped her thumb in it to rub around the pucker of my waiting bumhole.

She lined up her shaft. “I am going to go slow,” she said. “Having your rectum stretched out can be painful if you do it wrong. Tell me at once if it is hurting and I will slow down, change the angle, make sure this is as pleasurable for both of us as possible.” She bent down and fixed my lips in a passionate kiss, then rose again. “I think we are going to enjoy this a lot!”

Then she moved forward. Her bulbous cockhead met my sphincter, pressed, and entered. She was inside me! A long, deep moan escaped her lips.

She was only a couple of inches in when she stopped, withdrawing part of the way. Then she pressed forward again, going deeper the second time. She repeated this several times, steadily feeding me her meat as my back passage progressively opened up. Within a couple of minutes she was all the way inside me, her scrotum resting on the curve of my arse.

Then she placed both her hands on my dick, which was standing proud and erect. “I am going to start pumping now, baby. Remember, says so at once if anything feels wrong.”

“It feels amazing, honey,” I replied. “Go right ahead.”

And so she did. She was still going slow, setting up a rhythm which matched that of her hands, moving with deliberate, passionate strokes. I suddenly realized with astonishment: this was not just sordid, lustful buttfucking. She was making love to my rectum. And it was wonderful.

I had not expected this. My only intentions in the offer had been a combination of courtesy in returning the favour, and hope that it would encourage this glorious creature to see me again. I had only hoped that it would not be too uncomfortable, a small price to pay for a chance at such elevated company.

But I did not have to endure – it was joy. Her sultry hips brushing back and forth against my inner thighs. The indescribable warm feeling inside, and a stretching and expanding that made it seem like I could feel every vein and contour of her fairly small but perfect penis. Each entry accompanied by another deep sigh or moan of erotic satisfaction in her gorgeous feminine timbre. Her warm, supple hands on my cock, teasing out the maximum stimulation, playing my organ like a musical instrument to the rhythm of her thrusts. The sight of an unparalleled beauty looming above me, perfect breasts heaving, lips wide in an expression of rapture, perfect smooth skin glistening with just the slightest hint of sweat. Even that added to the experience: at that moment, hers was not a sour stink of stale sweat, but the musky, natural aroma of vigorous womanhood. Every sense – touch, sight, hearing, smell, taste – was filled with the most delightful, erotic sensations imaginable.

Maybe she really is a goddess, I thought. Maybe she lied to me, poured honey in my ear with supernatural effectiveness. Perhaps she really was the god Hermaphrodite, come down from Mount Olympus to mess around and play games with humans, the way they so often did in those old Greek legends. Maybe her divine powers had infiltrated my mind, penetrating as softly and sweetly as her penis was penetrating my anus.

Even if it was so, I still couldn’t bring myself to regret being caught in such a gorgeous trap. Whatever followed this glorious night, be it abandonment by someone who had gotten their rocks off using my body, a genuine connection with a wonderful woman, or the divine retribution of the ancient Greek supreme powers, it would all be worth it for these endless moments of perfect intimacy.

Endless it seemed, in the most wonderful way, because she was taking her time. Our first lovemaking had been frantic, eager, full of the raw animalistic energy of desire. We had both been driven by our visceral, passionate need for each other, and for orgasm.

Now though, it was not about need, it was about want. Hermia moved slowly, so that we could savour every sensation of our deep, intimate coupling. The pleasure of the experience was not just in the pushing towards ejaculation – although that was definitely a part – but also the skin on skin, the sights and smells, the joy of taking every pleasure in the body of another, and in your own body too. By not forcing the pace, we shared equally in the bliss of connection.

It might have been minutes or hours we kept at it, my arse receiving her throbbing rod again and again as her hands caressed my own manhood. Having spent our seed earlier, we did not feel the bodily pressure toward imminent release again yet. However, such stimulation of the genitals must lead somewhere. The body instinctively craves procreation, and rewards us with conscious pleasure so that it can lead there. Slowly, Hermia’s hips and hands began to increase in speed.

“Oh, baby,” she purred, “your arse feels so hot, so tight. My cock loves it so much.”

“And my arse wants your cock, babe,” I found myself replying. “It wants everything you can give it.”

A few more thrusts entered and withdrew, faster each time. It was amazing, but I was starting to feel my muscles protest a little at being stretched in such unaccustomed ways.

“I want…” she said as she pushed forward. “I want… I want…”

“What do you want, my darling,” I asked, even though I knew there could be only one answer. “Tell me what you want!” I heard the intensity of emotion in my voice.

“I want… I want!… I want!…”

“What do you want? What do you want?!” I matched her rhythm, so that we chorused the word “want” as one, a combined growl of lust.

The thrusts grew faster and faster, as our words did too. Soon, we were just repeating “Want! Want! Want!” together, as her fists pumped, her hips pistoned and my anal cavity welcomed her rapid penal invasion.

I was on the brink, and I knew she was too. I pulled her down, devouring her lips with mine as we returned to the intensity of before. “TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT!” I shouted.

“I WANT TO CUM IN YOUR BUTTHOLE!” she roared back.

“DO IT!” I growled, grabbing her hips. “Fill my arse with your spunk.”

That pushed her over the edge. With a thrust more powerful than any before, she pushed her cock deep into my anus. I felt it pulsate as it pumped semen deep into my bowels. The warmth seemed to spread as my anal cavity overfilled with sperm, and it squeezed out around her penis. My bumcrack became warm and sticky with the excess.

At the same time, my own cock was spasming, spraying white goo onto her rapidly moving fingers. I felt the orgasmic bliss flow through my body, simultaneously tensing and relaxing every muscle.

She threw back her head, her back arched in the ecstasy of release, then she slumped forwards. The ends of her golden locks trailed and matted through globules of jizz that had sprayed onto my belly. She gave another few thrusts, making deliciously obscene squelching noises as her still-rigid member pushed through the flow of slippery seed. Then her hips came to rest against mine and stopped.

But her hands kept moving. Seemingly not content with the ejaculate I had released, she kept jerking my cock, milking it for every drop of precious semen. The ongoing stimulation extended my orgasm, and I found my penis still pulsing to release more. The movement of her hands also smeared it out, coating her fingers, her palms, everything from the wrists down, in a layer of my slippery cum.

Finally relaxing, she withdrew her slimy member and, losing balance, she fell back onto her bum on the (thankfully clean) hotel carpet. She giggled a bit, then we fell silent for a few moments, catching our breath.

After that pause, she moved forward again, crawling on hands and knees. “Your arse looks incredibly sexy with cum leaking out of it like that,” she said.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying it,” I replied. “I enjoyed it too. And next time, it will be in a position where you aren’t doing all the work. That’s only fair, after me just lying here twice while you make all the effort.”

“You’ll want to do it again?”

“Any time.” I tried to sit up to look at her, but winced as my body protested. “Except perhaps right now.”

“Oh no, I hurt you?!” she cried in dismay, jumping up to take me in her arms.

“It’s nothing, I’m just not used to some of these muscles getting this kind of workout,” I reassured her. “I fully intend to get lots of muscle training in with you.” I put my own arms around her, and we kissed.

“You’ll probably want to take a shower,” Hermia suggested after a long, comfortable phase of enjoying each others’ soft lips. “I can wait for mine until you are done, if you want.”

I counter-offered, “Or we could shower together…”

~#~

That was three years ago. We are getting married next year. It would have been sooner, but we had to get some details cleared up around her legal gender, which turned out to be a mess in the documents. We are talking about adopting, although I suppose we could go the surrogate route. One from each of us, by the same surrogate mother, seems like too nice a balance not to explore.

If someone had told me that I would spend the rest of my life regularly sucking cock or getting fucked, before taking a load of semen in my mouth or ass, I probably would have punched them, or at least asked why they were so determined to insult me. But when it is with an absolute goddess like Hermia, let me tell you, that really stops being a problem fast.

My friends don’t understand how I managed to bag such a gorgeous girl. I haven’t told them – it really isn’t any of their business. I just tell them to keep an open mind, and leave it at that. I think they have probably concluded that it’s the fact that I absolutely and openly worship her that’s allowed me to punch far above my weight, which is true enough. Not literal goddess worship, I hasten to add. I may have speculated briefly about her divinity a couple of times, but there isn’t an altar in our house, and there isn’t going to be… unless maybe she decides that would be sexy, for a bit of a bedroom game.

So is that the message here? That love comes in many different forms, and you’ll miss out if you close yourself off to any of them? Or is it that bigotry is not an attractive trait, and you will lose more from it than just the partners you are rejecting? Maybe it’s that life is strange, and will take you in unexpected directions. Or maybe it’s just that dickgirls (sorry Hermia) are fucking hot!

All I know is that, if things ever go wrong between Hermia and I – I mean, surely she’s got to realize at some point that there are far more attractive guys than me out there who also aren’t bothered by unexpected items in the package area… Well anyway, if that were to happen, I would be looking for love on a much wider spectrum than before. I think my next partner would probably be a ‘normal’ woman, but if not, that will never be any kind of deal-breaker for me again.

~#~

Well there we go, there’s my story. I hope you ‘enjoy’ reading ti as much as I ‘enjoyed’ writing it.

I might come back and revisit this subject area some time in the future, except have Hermaphrodite as a genuine ancient Greek deity, coming down from Mount Olympus to mess with the lives and libidos of 21st century humans. I fancy the narrative contour map could be fairly similar, but very different in tone. We’ll see.

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It’s Kimmy’s big night with her daddy, and Leyla’s there to watch all the cherry-popping fun!

Daughter’s Slut Training
(An Incestuous Harem Story)
Chapter Eleven: Watching Daughter Pop Her Cherry
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

Mrs. Umayyah

“Leyla!” Kimmy shrieked when she opened her door. The blonde girl bounced on the balls of her feet, her braces flashing on her teeth.

“Kimmy!” my daughter answered.

The girls hugged each other like they hadn’t seen the other in weeks instead of at college just a few hours ago. They were so energetic, both of them making those excited noises only a young girl could make. I couldn’t help smiling while Todd Myers, Kimmy’s father shook his head as he watched from farther inside the house.

Then the girls broke a part and darted away, Kimmy pulling Leyla after her, my daughter’s backpack with her belongings trailing behind her. The pounding of their feet racing up the stairs echoed through the house.

“Well, you are in for a wild night, aren’t you, Todd?” I said as I followed my daughter into the house, giving Kimmy’s father a smile.

“Sounds like it,” he said with a shrug. He didn’t sound disappointed at all, dirty old man. He knew it was just him and the girls tonight. Was he going to perv on them?

Perfect.

“There’s just something I need to talk to you about,” I said as I headed for the kitchen, passing through the elegant house. It was huge, twice the size my family lived in, with a living room and a sitting room, decorated by Todd’s wife to be as stylish as possible.

“Oh?” he said. “Is there something about Leyla I need to know about?”

“Yes, there is.” My pussy tingled beneath my skirt, the thong I wore molding to my snatch. I was getting used to having that narrow strip of cloth burred between the cheeks of my ass.

I couldn’t wait for Todd’s son, Carter, to strip them off of me and go to town on my snatch.

The kitchen was a thing of beauty. It was larger than mine, with an island in the middle and bar stools pulled up to it. There was so much counter space with not one but two ovens. The things I could do in this kitchen… The meals I could create… I sighed, staring at the bronze-bottom pots hanging from a rack, looking beautiful, works of art.

“So what’s up?” Todd asked as I pulled out my iPad.

“I need to show you something about Leyla,” I said. “I have an exciting opportunity for you. Something I know you’ve been thinking about a lot.”

“Oh?” he asked, his brow tightening. He gave me a quizzical look as I swiped my iPad on and opened the video. I had my youngest son, Jalal, show me how to get this video on here and play it.

I hit play.

“It’s time for you to learn to please two men, slut,” my voice said from offscreen (I was operating the camera). The video showed my daughter as she walked in the living room with her younger brother, my baby boy, Jalal.

Coquettish delight crossed my daughter’s dusky face, her body shivering. Her dusky face twisted with passion. “Yes, mother.”

My eldest son, a hunky god, appeared in the shot naked, his cock already hard. He seized Leyla’s black hair, snarling, “Come here, you little slut.” He threw my daughter down to the floor. Jalal stepped up, his cock tenting his jeans, both my sons looking so hungry at their sister. “Strip naked then get us ready to fuck your whore-holes.”

“Yes!” Leyla panted like the little slut she was.

“What is this?” Todd asked as he watched my daughter rip off her blouse, her round, youthful titties bouncing out, nipples brown and hard. “Jesus, that’s your daughter and your sons and…”

Jalal seized my daughter’s right tit and squeezed hard, saying. “That’s it, slut. You’re going to make us both cum today.”

“Yum,” Leyla said, working her skirt off as she knelt, shifting her body, her breasts bouncing.

“My daughter is a whore,” I told Todd, his eyes locked on my naked daughter. “The little slut is for sale. You can enjoy her tonight. Feel that tight, young cunt that you’ve been lusting after wrapped about your dick. That little whore’s been teasing you with that tight body, hasn’t she? Making you so hard, forcing you to jerk off or fuck your wife while wishing that young pussy was riding your cock.”

“Jesus,” he groaned again as I pressed against him, watching Leyla now sucking on her brothers’ dicks, going back and forth between them, her dusky cheeks hollowing as she loved their cocks, pleasing them with her hungry mouth.

“That could be your cock in her mouth,” I whispered. “Once Kimmy falls asleep, Leyla will give you a night you’ll never forget.”

“Did he say yes, Mom?” Leyla asked, bursting into the kitchen, her skirt swirling about her lithe legs. “Did he?”

“He’s still not convinced,” I told my daughter. “Why don’t you show him what’s on the table.”

Leyla spun around, her skirt and black hair flaring. She bent over, wiggling her ass at Todd and me. She flipped up her skirt revealing her naked ass and shaved pussy, her slit so tight and already juicy. I squeezed my daughter’s firm rump and caressed her wet snatch. My fingers penetrated her barely legal cunt, feeling her silky, wet depths while she whimpered in delight.

“I know you’ve been aching to slide your dick into this hot cunt,” I told him, my daughter’s snatch clenching down on my fingers. She shuddered. “To feel this barely legal twat on your dick. And you can. For $1000, my daughter will be your slut tonight.”

“I will, Mr. Myers!” Leyla moaned, throwing a winsome look over her shoulders as I pulled my fingers out of her cunt. “I would sooooo love to have you in me.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Todd groaned, his cock bulging his gray sweatpants.

“Well?” I asked, holding my wet fingers before his face, letting him smell my daughter’s tangy pussy.

His nostrils flared. “I don’t have that much cash.”

“That’s okay,” I smiled, tapping the little, white square stuck into a port on my iPad with a small slit at the top like you’d see on a debit machine at the store. “I can take credit card.” Jalal was such a smart boy. He hooked me up with Square so my Johns could pay for it. “It’ll look like a charitable donation to my daughter’s school club. I’m the adviser of it.” President Carver helped set it up.

He was so eager for Sunday to arrive so he could fuck my daughter and me all day.

“Let me get my wallet,” Todd said.

Leyla squealed in delight.

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Leyla Umayyah

I was so excited as I squirmed on Kimmy’s bed. We were both naked, our bodies pressed tight. Her small boobies—these cute, little handfuls topped by soft, pink nipples—rubbed against my dusky, round tits. Her blue eyes were so wide and bright, her braces shining on her teeth as she grinned. A romcom played loudly on her TV.

“I’m really going to sleep with my father tonight,” she said, squirming her thighs together.

“And getting paid $200 to do it,” I said. I was getting $200, too, the remaining $600 went to help my family. The pair of us were going to have so much fun with her Daddy. He was a yummy man. I mean, he wasn’t my daddy, but he was still a stud. And Kimmy would have so much fun. “You’re getting your cherry popped. And tomorrow, before the gangbang, Jalal is eager to be your number two.”

She blushed, squirming. “He is cute.”

“Yes, he is,” I said, my fingers walking up her ivory leg towards her blonde bush. “He’s such a sweet boy. He likes you, you know.”

“Really?” she asked, her eyes wide.

“Didn’t you see how excited he was to have you suck his cock yesterday?” I asked, my finger reaching her blonde bush.

Her thighs parted for me, my hand slipping down to cup her virgin cunt as she moaned, “He did look like he was having a hot time.”

“Yes, he did,” I purred, feeling her soft pussy lips through her blonde pubic hair. Her juices coated my fingers and palm. I rubbed up and down on her vulva, making her tremble, her small boobies jiggling. “He’s looking forward to the gangbang, too. I think he wants to watch you more than me. I’m a little jealous.”

“I can’t believe it. A gangbang,” Kimmy said. “That’s so wild.”

“You’re not having second thoughts?” I asked. “Izzy and Kendra are eager to experience it.”

“No, no, I want to be a slut,” Kimmy said. Then she shoved her hand between my thighs, rubbing at my shaved cunt. “Like you.”

I shuddered as her fingers brushed my clit then slid down to my pussy lips. She penetrated her fingers into my cunt. I shuddered, my snatch clenching down on her probing fingers. She pumped them in and out as I rubbed her virgin twat, brushing her hymen and labia.

“You’re going to be just as naughty as me,” I purred. “You’re going to be fucked by your daddy tonight. And tomorrow, my little brother’s going to enjoy your pussy and all the boys at our college are going to fuck us so hard!”

“Yes!” she moaned, trembling, humping against my fingers. She wiggled hers inside of mine, brushing that special spot I discovered yesterday. A jolt shot through me, making me whimper. “They’re going to enjoy our tight bodies.”

“Uh-huh,” I moaned. “Ooh, how early can we pretend that you went to bed? I just want to get fucking your daddy so badly!”

“Uh-huh,” Kimmy groaned, her body twisting, her pussy growing hotter and hotter on my fingers.

Her bed creaked as we writhed in delight. Pleasure flowed out of my pussy, her fingers feeling so wonderful inside of me. Then she ground the heel of her hand on my clit. She made my little bud throb and ache. It sent sparks of delight through my body. My eyes rolled back into my head as I slid my fingers up and down the groove of her slit, brushing her clit and her hymen, savoring her juicy delight.

Our bodies rubbed together. Our skin caressed each other. Our moans echoed through the room. Her head leaned back, her mouth open as she groaned. I lunged my head closer, kissing those lips, feeling her braces rasping on my lips.

Our tongues met, dancing. We whimpered into the other’s mouth as we fingered each other faster and faster. My pussy grew hotter, clenching on her fingers as ripples of delight surged through me. I could feel my pleasure building and building in me. I came closer and closer to exploding. To that wonderful release.

I loved this feeling.

I loved being a slut.

I kissed her harder, my tongue running across her teeth. Her braces were just so sexy. Made her feel even more innocent. My fingers rubbed harder on her pussy, dancing on her clit. She shuddered and bucked, her digits curling inside of me.

She brushed that wonderful spot inside of me again.

“Yes, yes, right there, Kimmy!” I gasped, breaking the kiss. “That’s my G-spot. Just keep rubbing right there!”

“Okay!” my friend moaned, my digits rubbing faster and faster on her clit, sliding back and forth across her nub. She bucked and groaned as her fingers attacked my G-spot.

Pleasure swelled through me. My toes curled. Strained groans burst from my mouth. I whimpered and groaned. She trembled beside me. Her juices flowed. I bit my lip, my pussy clenching so hard on her fingers.

I came.

Hot juices spurted out of my pussy and splashing on her hand. I moaned out my rapture as the delight rushed through me. A moment later, Kimmy joined me. Her body bucked beside me. She squeaked in rapture.

“Leyla!” she gasped.

“Yes, yes, yes, we’re going to have so much fun!” I gasped. “So much fun tonight! And tomorrow!”

“We’re sluts!” she whimpered.

The pleasure flowed through me. Stars danced through my vision. I moaned and gasped. I kissed her again, savoring the flavor of my friend’s lips. I couldn’t wait to see her impaled on her father’s cock. To witness her cherry pop.

As the rapture soared through me, I knew tonight would be so awesome.

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Mrs. Umayyah

I trembled in the bathroom of the hotel room. I stared at myself, feeling so wanton. My hijab lay on the counter, my black hair falling in sleek waves about my motherly face. My large breasts rose and fell in the silk bodice of the black nightie I wore, all lace and sheer fabric, my dark-brown nipples bled through as shadows through it, not hidden at all. It ended at my waist, showing off the matching thong I wore, my black bush bleeding around the fabric.

I shuddered. My husband thought I was chaperoning our daughter at Kimmy’s house. If he knew I was whoring my body out to my student, he would divorce me. He would throw me out. But I needed this. I cared for my husband, had built a life for him, but I needed to make back that money I lost to online gambling.

And I needed to indulge my desires.

I was a slut like my daughter. I knew that now. I had made all these excuses to rationalize my behavior since discovering what was going on in Vicky Samuels classroom. I was just watching Clint fuck his women. I was just training my daughter. I was just helping out my sons who needed relief. I was just making back the money I lost. But Clint showed me the truth today. I wanted to fuck the young men I taught. I wanted to be plowed by my sons, by their friends, by my students.

And one of them, a twenty-year-old stud, waited for me to exit the bathroom and spend the night with him.

My husband had our daughter to fuck. And soon her friends. He’d be mad at me for doing this, but I wasn’t any different from him. How could I pass up the chance to enjoy hot, young flesh? He couldn’t pass up our daughter and the promise of her friends. Well, neither could I pass up Carter and my male students.

I had an entire night of illicit passion to feed my desires ahead of me.

I walked with a strut to the bathroom door and stepped out into the hotel room. Carter waited on the bed, naked, his body muscular from sports, a young man in his prime. A cocky grin split across his lips as she stared at my busty, curvy body. Such lust burst in his eyes. His dick, thrusting from his golden bush, twitched, already half-hard and growing larger and larger at the sight of me. He licked his lips.

“Damn, Mrs. Umayyah,” he panted as I sauntered to him, my hips swaying, my large breasts jiggling in my nightie. “Just, damn… You are so hot.”

“Hotter than those young coeds you normally date?” I asked, my voice sounding like honey.

“So much hotter.” He salivated for me. It wasn’t a lie to flatter me. “They don’t have your body. Those tits… Jesus, those tits are dynamite.”

I squeezed them through my nightie, the fabric rubbing on my nipples. “These? You love these tits?”

“God, yes,” he groaned, rising from the bed. His cock thrust hard before him. The muscles of his body rippled as he walked to me. I drank in the sight of my college coeds body, my pussy growing hotter and hotter. “I’m going to enjoy them.”

“Yes, you are,” I moaned as he seized me and pulled me close.

His hands cupped my butt-cheeks left naked by the narrow back of my thong. He pulled me tight against him, his lips catching mine in a hot kiss. I shuddered against him, rubbing my body on his, feeling his hard dick pressing on my stomach. My pussy ached to be penetrated by him. To be fucked like a slut. The way Clint had fucked me today.

I was such a wicked wife. Such a naughty mom. A slutty teacher.

I moaned into the kiss, my arms slipping around his neck, clinging to him as he massaged my ass. His fingers dug into my butt-cheeks. He pulled me so tight into his cock, his shaft like iron against me. The source of all the pleasure I’d receive tonight.

Such strength. Such virility.

I shivered as his hands moved. They slid up my body, crossing the silk of the nightie I bought yesterday just for tonight. I’d never worn anything like this lingerie before I modeled them for my son. I’d been a good, Muslim woman for far, far too long.

His hands squeezed my breasts. My nipples throbbed as the silken fabric slid across them. He kneaded them through the nightie. He groaned into my kiss, loving the feel of them. I shuddered against him, wiggling my hips, my pussy growing hotter and hotter.

“Damn, Mrs. Umayyah,” he groaned, breaking the kiss. “These tits are amazing. They’re so fucking big.”

“Mmm, they are,” I purred, rubbing my nose against his. “And you feel like you know just how to please them.”

“Uh-huh,” he groaned, his fingers brushing my nipples through them. “And that thong… It’s just as hot as the one you were wearing during class.”

“And you were just so naughty and took that pair off of me,” I groaned. “I had pussy juices dripping down my thighs all day.”

He gave me such a naughty grin and squeezed my tits. “How wet are you right now?”

“Why don’t you just find out? I’ve been teasing you with my pussy for the last two days. Now… Now you can enjoy it.”

His blue eyes smoldered with passion. The stud slid down my body, kneeling on the floor before me. His hands caressed up and down my thighs as he stared at my crotch, my bush so thick, spilling about the black cloth. It almost blended in, but my pubic hair had a lustrousness that caught the light. He breathed in, let out a groan.

“Damn, you smell good, Mrs. Umayyah.”

“Don’t I?” I asked, my body shaking. “Come on, just slide it off and find out how wet I am. That’s why women wear panties like these. So hot studs like you can have fun removing them.”

He grinned at me, his fingers hooking the waistband of my panties. I shivered as he pulled them down, the stretching cloth sliding over my hips. The back slid out of my butt-crack. More and more of my bush was exposed, then my pussy. He breathed in again as he pulled the skimpy cloth down my dusky thighs.

I stepped out of them. He brought the thong to his face, inhaling my tangy passion. He groaned, licking the crotch before he threw my panties aside and stared right at my married cunt nestled amid my dark curls.

He had the real thing tonight.

“Carter!” I gasped as he buried his hungry mouth into my snatch.

I gripped his short, blond hair as he devoured my married cunt. His tongue licked and lapped through my folds. They danced through my labia. I threw back my head, my big breasts bouncing and jiggling as he feasted on me. He devoured my cunt. He ate me with that youthful hunger.

My husband had never done this for me.

Moans rose out of my throat. My head swept from side-to-side, my hair sliding across my back. I whimpered as the delight rose and rose inside of me. I shuddered, grinding my cunt on his hungry mouth, my pubic hair caressing his face, his nose buried in my bush.

“That’s it!” I groaned. “Ooh, yes, love my pussy. That’s how you please a woman, Carter. Ooh, you are such a stud.”

He paid good money to eat my pussy, to be with me all night, and he wasn’t wasting his opportunity. His tongue jammed into the depths of my married cunt. I shuddered on him. My breasts bounced and jiggled in the nightie. My hands clutched in his hair as the pleasure whipped through me.

Carter knew how to eat pussy.

He devoured me with such passion. He feasted on my married cunt. His blue eyes stared up at me with such youthful passion. This young stud, this man, whipped my snatch into a frenzy. My juices flowed while pleasure rippled over and over through my body.

He electrified me.

He had me trembling.

Moaning.

My eyes fluttered as the pleasure built and built in my cunt. My snatch clenched on his probing tongue. His nose brushed my clit, massaging it, sending hot sparks shooting through my body. I whimpered and moaned. My eyes rolled back into my head. The pleasure rushed through my body. I loved it. This stud drove me wild.

“Oh, yes, Carter. Make me cum! You are such a stud! Oh, yes!”

His tongue flicked to my clit. His hands clenched on my ass. He held on with his iron grip as his tongue fluttered on my bud. He attacked it. Sparks flew over and over from it. My back arched. My head threw back. I screamed out in rapture.

“Yes, yes, yes! Oh, you are such a good student! Oh, yes, that’s how you please your teacher! How you please a woman!”

My married cunt tightened. The pressure swelled in me as he latched his lips on my clit and sucked. My eyes widened. My entire body heaved. I gasped and moaned as my orgasm exploded in the depths of my snatch.

My flesh convulsed.

Pleasure rushed through me.

He drank my juice as they flooded out of my married cunt.

“Oh, yes! This is amazing! Such a stud! Such a wonderful stud, Carter!”

My body heaved. I ground my cunt on him as he devoured my twat. The pleasure rushed through me. Left me heaving and moaning. I swayed, clinging to his blond hair. Such rapture surged through my body.

And then he rose. He seized me in his arms before I knew what was happening. I gasped, still writhing in orgasmic bliss. He carried me to the bed, so strong, and threw me down on it like a slut. Like a whore.

I was a whore.

I rolled onto my hands and knees, my hips wiggling, throwing a look over my shoulder at him. My heavy breasts, still contained in my nightie, swayed beneath me. He stared at me with such hunger, mounting the bed, stroking his dick with one hand.

“Yes, yes, fuck me!” I groaned. “Ram that cock into me! I need it!”

“God, you are such a MILF!” he groaned. “Jesus, I can’t believe I’m about to fuck you, Mrs. Umayyah. Fuckin’ A!”

He grabbed my hip with his left hand, his right guiding his cock. I shuddered as his tip touched my married pussy. Another student about to fuck me hard. My fingers clenched on the sheets as his dick found my entrance.

He thrust into me.

His crotch smacked into my ass. His balls swung into my clit. My breasts swayed. “Mrs. Umayyah!”

“Just fuck me!” I hissed, my cunt clenching on his invading dick. He filled my married cunt to the hilt, almost as hung as my sons and husbands. I shuddered, clenching down on his girth. “Pound me!”

“Yes, Mrs. Umayyah!”

He gripped my hips with both hands, drew back his cock, and slammed it into my depths again. And again. And again.

Over and over, he plunged his cock into my cunt. He fucked me so hard, driving into me with all the passion that a young man could give his woman. His balls thwacked again and again into my clit. Sparks flew through me. My snatch clenched on his dick, the silky friction burning between us.

The bed creaked as he pounded me so hard. I whimpered and groaned. My eyes rolled back into my head as he pounded me. Such wonderful rapture surged through me. I whimpered and groaned, letting his dick plunge over and over into me, embracing the pleasure of my young lover.

“Jesus, Mrs. Umayyah,” he grunted. “Jesus, this cunt is amazing.”

“Even compared to those sluts you normally fuck?” I groaned, pumping back into him, my ass smacking his crotch. My tits heaved beneath me, swaying in the silk nightie, my nipples drinking in the sensation as they rubbed on the fabric. “To all those tight, coed pussies you fuck?”

“So much better!” he groaned. “They’re not my teacher. My married teacher! Jesus, I can’t believe Faizel gets to tap this ass whenever he wants.”

“He does!” I moaned, squeezing my pussy down on his dick. “Oh, yes, just pound me. Just fuck me so hard. Make me explode.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped, my eyes rolling back into my head. “Oh, that’s so hot. I’m going to explode on this dick. You’re such a stud! Make me cum! Please, I need it!”

“Yes!” he snarled, his hands squeezing my hips so hard.

He pounded me like a jackhammer. He plowed into my cunt so hard. So fast. It left me dizzy. My eyes rolled back into my head. I whimpered as his cock reamed my cunt again and again. The pleasure swelled and swelled. Every plunge, every smack of his balls on my clit, brought me closer to exploding.

He groaned as he fucked my married twat. His hands moved, sliding beneath my nightie, pushing the silk up my body. I shivered at the strong feel of his hands and the silky caress of the nightie. My eyes rolled back into my head. I quivered and shuddered. My snatch clenched down so hard on his dick as I bucked back into him.

“Mrs. Umayyah!” he grunted. “Jesus, you’re amazing.” His hands reached my swaying tits. He gripped them as he plowed me. “I’m going to explode in this cunt! You’re so hot! So tight!”

“And you’re so hung!” I moaned, clamping down on his thrusting dick, loving the feel of his young cock in me. “Fuck!”

My pussy exploded. My snatch writhed about his cock. It spasmed and convulsed. My eyes rolled back into my head as the pleasure surged through me. I shuddered and whimpered. I trembled, stirring my hips around, savoring the plunge of his dick into my cunt. I loved every moment of it. It was the best.

Rapture surged through me. My pussy milked his cock. He groaned, thrusting into my orgasming depths. The ecstasy swept through my mind. It washed across my thoughts and left me quivering in euphoria.

“Mrs. Umayyah!” grunted Carter.

“Cum in me!” I howled.

“Yes!”

His dick rammed into me. His cum flooded me. Hot jizz spilled into my depths. It spurted over and over, bathing my married cunt in his seed. I gasped, my cunt quivering about his cock, milking him. He groaned with each blast as he basted my pussy.

“Oh, damn, Mrs. Umayyah,” he panted as he shuddered. “Oh, damn, flip over. I want to watch those tits bounce as I fuck you.”

“Yes,” I groaned, loving young men and their stamina.

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Leyla Umayyah

At ten, Kimmy finally pretended to go to sleep. It was waaaaaay too early for her during our normal slumber parties, but we were both just so excited we couldn’t fake it any longer. We’d spent hooouuurs pretending to watch romantic comedies and talk about boys, giggling and making loud noise.

Now it was time for the fun to begin.

“Mr. Myers,” I purred, slipping into his bedroom. He read at the bed, wearing a bathrobe, his face bathed in the light of his eReader, his room so dim. He set it aside and smiled at me. “Mmm, are you ready for this?”

“God, yes,” he groaned.

As I sauntered to the bed, I noticed the picture of his wife on the nightstand was lying facedown. While she was away on her business trip, her husband was getting barely legal cunt. Their daughter’s cunt. And mine. Probably. Hopefully. But Kimmy was up first. This was her night.

I slipped naked onto the bed, his hands going immediately to my youthful breasts. He massaged my firm titties as I kissed him hard on the mouth, his goatee rubbing on my lips, tickling me like Daddy’s beard would. My hands opened his robe as our tongues dueled. I groaned, loving the feel of his confident hands on my body. He knew how to touch a woman. His fingers rolled my nipples. My pussy grew wetter and wetter. I shuddered, knowing Kimmy lurked in the hallway listening to me make out with her father.

His right hand slipped down my body as I opened his robe. I found his naked form beneath. He kept in shape, working out at the gym or something, because he had a rocking body. I groaned, rubbing his hard flesh, his chest so smooth and hairless compared to my daddy’s hirsute body.

I missed those manly chest hairs.

But then I gasped as his hand darted between my thighs. I whimpered into the kiss as he rubbed my juicy cunt. How long had it been since he’d touched pussy this young? Since he was in college thirty years ago?

I shuddered as he rubbed up and into my folds. We both groaned into the kiss, our tongues dueling. My hand found his cock. I stroked him, loving how thick he was in my grip. Kimmy would enjoy riding his cock. I whimpered when he thrust his fingers into my snatch.

My hot flesh engulfed his digits. I squeezed my cunt down on them, squirming and writhing. The pleasure rippled through my body. My heart thudded in my chest. I nibbled on his upper lip as he pumped his digits in and out of my snatch. His cock throbbed in my stroking hand, his precum flowing.

“Oh, Mr. Myers,” I whimpered as his fingers enjoyed me. “Ooh, yes, you like that, huh? Your fingers in my barely legal cunt?”

“Yes,” he groaned. “Jesus, this is really happening.”

“Yes, it is,” I told him, giving him a mischievous grin. “And I know just how to make this even better.”

“How?” he groaned.

“Do you trust me?” I asked, clenching my pussy down on his fingers. “Huh, Mr. Myers?”

“God, yes,” he groaned, his fingers thrusting so deep into me.

“Good, you’re going to love this.”

I rolled away from him, which sadly meant his fingers popped out of my pussy. I shuddered as I stood from the bed and walked to his closet. I threw a glance over my shoulder as I sauntered to it, wiggling my naked ass for his pleasure, and loved the sight of him sucking my juices off his finger, savoring the flavor of my cunt.

Ooh, this was so much fun. I loved being a slut.

I opened his closet and, just as Leyla promised, I found his collections of ties. They were mostly dark, but a few were quite colorful. I grabbed the thickest looking one, sliding the silk through my fingers as I turned around.

“Going to tie me up so I can’t touch you?” he asked.

“Ooh, I want you to touch me,” I purred as I sauntered back to the bed. “But it’ll be so much fun if you can’t see. Then you can pretend I’m Kimmy.”

“Holy shit,” he groaned and nodded his head.

“I thought you wanted to enjoy that naughty daughter of yours,” I purred.

He gave me a grin then shrugged out of his robe, throwing it to the side. His cock bobbed and swayed as I crawled onto the bed. I slid the tie through my fingers, stretching it taught to blindfold him. He didn’t fight one bit as I tied it securely behind his head.

“Now no peeking or it’ll spoil the illusion,” I said, sliding off his bed. I padded around it as Kimmy poked her head in, her blue eyes so bright. “I want you to think it’s your daughter doing all those naughty things to you. Not me. I want you getting so excited for pretending your fucking her.”

“God, yes,” he groaned as he squirmed on the bed. “I want you so badly, Kimmy.”

Kimmy padded on silent feet across the carpeted room. Her small breasts swayed. She looked so cute. My pussy grew so wet. She handed over my phone. I held it my left hand, recording the video for mom while I slid my hands down my thighs, rubbing myself.

Kimmy mounted the bed, her body trembling. She crawled between her father’s legs and cradled his balls. The balls that made the cum that fertilized her mother’s egg and created her.

A dizzy wave of lust shot through me. This was so hot. My pussy clenched. I wiggled my hips from side-to-side just thinking of the naughty fun my friend was about to embark upon. She leaned down and licked at her father’s cock, taking her first plunge into incest.

Her blue eyes flickered to me. I beamed at her, plunging my fingers in and out of my pussy, stirring my cunt to a wonderful froth. Juices ran down my thighs as I watched the incestuous sight playing out before me.

Father groaning, not realizing his daughter licked her tongue up to the pinnacle of his cock and engulfed it.

“Jesus, Kimmy,” groaned Mr. Myers as his daughter’s headed bobbed up and down his dick. Jalal’s lessons from yesterday were paying off. “Oh, fuck that’s wonderful. Ooh, you are such a good daughter.”

His hands shot down, gripping his daughter’s blonde hair. I fought the urge to whimper as he gripped her head and took control. Kimmy didn’t fight her father as he used her mouth to fuck up and down his cock. He squirmed and groaned, his chest rippling, his head craning as she sucked and slurped.

My pussy squeezed down so hard on my pussy. My excitement mounted, my cunt growing hotter and hotter as I watched. He had no idea his cute, innocent daughter sucked his cock. He had no idea he was committing incest. He just thought this was a game.

This was so hot.

My fingers plunged faster and faster. My body shuddered, my round boobs jiggling. Kimmy sucked and slurped on his cock, loving it, making him so hard and ready for what was coming. I trembled, eager for it, so glad I was recording the video.

I couldn’t wait to watch the replay.

“Shit, Le… Kimmy,” he groaned. “Oh, shit, that’s great. What a naughty daughter. Sucking on your daddy’s cock.”

Kimmy whimpered about her daddy’s cock, shaking her hips.

“But I don’t want to cum in your mouth. Daddy wants to cum in your cunt!”

I shuddered, Mr. Myers’s fantasy about to become a reality for him. Kimmy rose up when he let go of her. She didn’t say a word as she slid up his body, bringing her pussy to his throbbing dick. She grabbed it, guiding it to her virgin cunt.

My pussy clenched on my probing fingers. I had my phone aimed right where Mr. Myers’s cock pressed into his daughter’s bush. Into her pussy. Kimmy rubbed it up and down her as he grabbed her hips.

“Oh, Kimmy, yes, I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long,” he groaned. “You feel so tight and… You have a hymen. You’re a virgin?”

“I am, Daddy!” Kimmy squealed and popped her cherry.

I almost came at this wonderful, incestuous moment of a daughter losing her virginity on her father’s cock. Kimmy’s small boobs jiggled as she impaled herself down her daddy’s cock. Her head arched back. She let out such a wanton moan as she embraced his dick with every inch of her cunt.

Mr. Myers ripped off his makeshift blindfold. His eyes widened. “Kimmy?”

“Yes, Daddy!” she groaned. “Ooh, isn’t this worth $400? Isn’t my cherry worth so much money?”

“Holy shit,” he groaned, his eyes flicking over to me fingering my snatch and filming them. “Holy fucking shit, honey!”

“Yes, yes, yes,” groaned Kimmy. She slid her cunt up her father’s shaft. “Oh, Daddy, I knew this would be amazing. Don’t you love being in my pussy?”

“Jesus,” he groaned, his hands clutching his daughter’s hips. “Jesus, Kimmy, this is… This is…”

“Amazing?” She slammed down his cock and stared at him with such pouting eyes. “Please say my pussy is amazing or awesome or wonderful.”

“It’s all those things, honey,” he groaned. “Jesus, it is. I can’t believe this. You’re so tight. You were a virgin!”

“And you paid so much money to enjoy my cunt. Ooh, Daddy, don’t you love your slut-daughter’s pussy?” She bounced on his dick now, her small boobies jiggling. His hands slid up to cup them, to squeeze those handfuls. “Isn’t this just the best?”

“Yes!” he groaned, glancing at me.

I winked at him, fingering my cunt faster and faster. This was so hot to watch, to film. Pleasure trembled through my body as I watched the joy on Kimmy’s face as she rode her father. As she felt that wonderful joy of uniting with the man who created her. With her sexy Daddy.

Her hips wiggled from side-to-side. She worked herself fast and hard down his dick. I shuddered, remembering riding on my own daddy’s cock, the wondrous joy of working my barely legal cunt up and down his shaft. Hearing him groan the way Mr. Myers did for his daughter, savoring the pleasure of loving him.

A girl’s Daddy was special. The most important man for most of her life. And he deserved to experience the delights of her body.

“Jesus, work that cunt, baby,” he groaned. “Oh, damn, you’re good. A virgin… But you know how to fuck.”

“Leyla’s been teaching me,” she moaned, her hands grabbing his, squeezing them about her small boobs. “Oh, yes, I love riding you. I love feeling you in me, Daddy. This is just amazing!”

“Uh-huh,” he groaned as she wiggled her hips and danced on his cock. “Honey, I’m going to cum in you. Daddy’s going to flood your pussy.”

“Do it, Daddy!” she whimpered, her body trembling. “Flood me with your seed. I want it sooooo badly. I want to feel you in me. Let’s cum together, Daddy!”

My orgasm rippled through me at those words. At that joy in her expression. My pussy convulsed about my plunging fingers. Juices flooded down my thighs as I watched the incestuous passion right before me. I groaned, squirming my hips, rapture pouring through my body.

She was so lucky to experience this joy. To fuck her father. And to get paid to do it. What a naughty slut. What a whore. I shivered, my hips swaying from side-to-side. My moans echoing through the room. My body quivered, my breasts bouncing. Such hot ecstasy shot through me.

“Daddy, Daddy, cum in me!” Kimmy begged, riding her daddy so fast and hard, staring down at him with such love in her eyes. “I need that, Daddy!”

“Yes,” he croaked. “Just a little more, honey. Keep working that pussy up and down my cock and… Fuck!”

Another orgasm rippled through my body as I watched a father cum in his daughter’s deflowered cunt. Kimmy’s pussy received its first taste of cum. Incestuous cum. Her daddy’s cum. I whimpered, my body quaking, such rapture shuddering through me. My hips swayed from side-to-side at the delight of his cock flooding my friend’s pussy.

Kimmy’s back arched. Her entire body quivered. She came so hard on her daddy’s cock. I could see it in her eyes. She moaned and gasped as she spasmed on his dick. Her pussy milked his cock right now. She wrung out every drop of his spunk.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I hissed. “That’s it.”

“Oh, Daddy, this is the best! This is amazing! Oh, Daddy, I love you! I love your cock in me. I love being your slut.”

“Yes!” he growled, his hips thrusting up, bouncing his daughter on his dick.

Their bodies both heaved for another few heartbeats. And then Kimmy collapsed on him. She kissed him hard. She plunged her tongue into his mouth. She squirmed on him, rubbing her small titties into his chest.

I groaned, pulling my fingers out of my twat. I brought them to my mouth, sucking on them, reveling in the flavor adorning my digits. Such kinky lusts surged through me as I watched father and daughter kiss with such passion.

The passion a girl could only share with her daddy. Kimmy might have a crush on Jalal, but she would always have that special place in her heart for Mr. Myers. A bond that no man could get between. Not if father and daughter kept renewing it with hot, incestuous sex.

I moved to the bed, still filming, capturing their passion.

Then Kimmy broke the kiss with her daddy. She beamed up at me. “Oh, wow, that was awesome, Leyla.”

“So what does it feel like to be a slut?”

“It’s the best thing in the world.” Her blue eyes twinkled. “Daddy’s getting soft, but I know how we can get him hard again.”

I licked my lips, a suspicion brewing in my mind. “How?”

“By having you eat my pussy! Mmm, it’s your turn to eat my creampie!”

“Oh, yes, you are going to make a wonderful slut!” I couldn’t wait to watch her blossom into slutdom like me. And tomorrow… Tomorrow, both of us would fully embrace it as we will take cock after cock, getting gangbanged over and over.

It would be amazing!

To be continued…

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Mia’s mistress

Sometimes a customer would request a whore of his or her choosing beforehand and would provide instructions of how they wanted her to be prepared for their use. Most of the time it meant dressing them in a costume that turned the customer on. Other times it involved giving the girl a haircut and different hair colour, training them to fulfil certain fantasies or even starving them a couple of days.

For Mia, the customer requested that she’d be completely naked and trained to lick her soon to be mistress’ cunt and asshole. Insuring this was easy enough. Whenever a slut finished being fucked by their abuser, we would drag Mia along and make her clean out their fucked holes with her tongue. At first the young southern blonde found doing so deeply humiliating and would often treat us to tears of degradation but eventually she became rather good at licking out cunts. She even pleasured several to unauthorised orgasms which came with harsh whippings afterwards.

After we were happy with her ability to please a woman, we continued carrying out the request. Mia was taken to a special room where she would spend the remainder of the week before her mistress came to enjoy her. It was well equipped with torture devices and toys and in the middle, Mia was positioned with a wooden stock encasing her neck and arms. Chains hanging from the ceiling were connected to each conner of the of the device preventing her from escaping the wooden horse that was between her legs. We had described Mia as a horse loving, cock addicted country slut. Her customer wanted to introduce her to a type of horse that she definitely wouldn’t like.

The wooden horse is an extremely simple torture device. A wedged edge is lifted up on legs or a box like design. The girl is then positioned on top with the wedge between her legs slowly inching deeper and deeper into her vagina due to her own weight. Her cunt lips part around either side and her clit eventually makes contact with the rough wood. From there on any movement, no matter how small causes intense pain as her pussy grinds against the wood. After a couple of minutes it would become extremely uncomfortable, after a hour it would really hurt, after a day it was agonising but being forced to ride it for a week, Mia must have been feeling hell between her legs.

We left her alone to concentrate on her suffering only interacting with her once a day to feed her, let her drink and to hose her down. Each time she would beg to be let off the horse and each time she would be laughed at.

I switched on the cameras in her room so I could watch as her mistress entered the room. She was a couple inches taller than Mia and was significantly heavier. A fancy marquee mask was the only piece of clothing she wore. She went to Mia who’s head was hung low from exhaustion and yanked on her platinum blonde hair to force the cunt to look into her eyes.

“Please let me off this thing. It hurts so much.”

Mia’s plea for mercy turned her on and she explored the slut’s mouth with her’s before biting on Mia’s tongue her teeth and stretching it out of her mouth until a scream was produced.

“Tell me cowgirl,do you want your mistress to take you off that nasty pony?”

“Yes please. Please take me off it.”

Surely deep down Mia must have known that she was just toying with her. She couldn’t possibly be that stupid.

“I promise to let you off if you win a game and I have faith in you that you will. After all we’re not going to stop until you do.”

The mistress gathered a collection of whips and canes from the wall where thy hung and carefully placed them on a table besides Mia. A flogger with thick tails, a bullwhip, a cane, a riding crop and a length of plastic coated wiring.

“No no please don’t. I’ll do whatever you want. You don’t need to hurt me more.”

Each toy was then used once on Mia’s tits and she was told to remember what each sting and stroke felt like.

“Would you like to feel them again before we begin?”

“No please don’t. Please just stop.”

A blindfold was covered over her eyes and a wicked smile crossed the lips of her mistress. This was always a fun game to play.

“I’m going to whip you five times with one of these toys. After I’m done, you’re going to guess which one I used on you and if you guess right, I’ll move on to the next but if you guess wrong, I’ll have to repeat it and I’ll add…um…I don’t know, how about an extra five each time. Does that sound fair?”

“What? No please there’s no way I can tell the difference between them.”

“Of course you can. You know cunt, your problem is that you don’t believe in yourself enough. Tell you what, I’ll whip you extra hard to make it easier for you to tell what I’m using.”

Such a kind woman. She first went for the bullwhip and aimed at Mia’s already marked tits. A real pain connoisseur, she whipped hard but accurately and controlled before stepping back to enjoy her work and savoured Mia’s screams. The five lashes were expertly carried out with finesse.

“Tell me Mia, what did I use to hurt you?”

“I don’t know. I can’t remember what they were.”

“Such a shame. I’ll add another ten to refresh your memory.”

The next set was just as hard and every bit as brutal. Mia kept struggling to escape the whip’s sinister kiss resulting in her grinding her pussy on the horse and hurting herself even more.

“Do you have a guess now?”

“A whip.”

“Ooh sorry but you need to be more precise. 15 this time.”

“No please don’t, it’s a bullwhip. It’s a bullwhip.”

“You really are a cowgirl aren’t you. Too bad I only accept first answers so make sure you remember that the next time I ask.”

The lashes came down mercilessly and was spread out over Mia’s nude and defenceless body. Mia’s ability to tolerate pain had been drained days ago and each strike of the whip burnt into her flesh like a wildfire.

“Well?”

The masked woman asked with cruel intentions. Her plaything’s response was soft and barely audible.

“The bullwhip.”

This repeated itself for each toy which was applied painfully to Mia at the most sensitive areas of her body. Being a woman, her torturer knew exactly where to aim to cause the maximum amount of pain. The flogger went up to 20, the riding crop got 25, the cane just 5 and the wiring managed 30.

When the game finally ended. She lowered the beaten slut down off the horse and admired the reddened skin of Mia’s cunt which had been tormented by the wooden device for so long. She touched it gently and closed her eyes to appreciate Mia’s screams as the slightest touch brought agony. She positioned Mia onto the ground on her back before placing her cunt over the girl’s face. Already dripping wet as a result of punishing her cunt eater, it didn’t take long for Mia’s tongue to lick her to orgasm. Desperate to breathe as the mistress’ fat cunt smothered her mouth and nose, Mia continued to lick. Her panicked laps caused the woman to cum again and again before she could take no more pleasure. Satisfied with her session, she lifted Mia up and once again sat her on top of the horse before gathering her composure and leaving the southern belle to suffer once again. I could see no major injuries inflicted to her so I thought we might as well leave her there for a while. After all, she loved horses.

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Sex with and old black granddad

My diary Entry: Friday, 29 April 2005.
Wicked Club, 22:30, 2 x 40 minute shows. Cancelled phoned Barbara (my agent) 10 March.
Jerrys birthday, 25 today, party at his house, 20:00.
Get a present.

I’ve known Jerry since we were at play school together 22 years ago. His parents came to the U. K. from Nigeria as children in the 50s, I remember being fascinated by the colour of his skin and asking my mother why his skin was a different colour. I guess her answer made a lasting impression on me because I have never known racial prejudice and have had a thing for black guys since I started to realise what boys are really for.

We lived within a couple of hundred yards of each other and grew up together. We went to University together and shared a flat during our first year, sometimes sharing a bed when we had people staying over. In all that time and with all that opportunity Jerry never once tried it on with me, he was the first openly gay man I had ever met. Pity really because he has quite the perfect body and was very lucky in the endowment department.

He “came out” age 15 in front of the whole class during a biology / sex education discussion, but I knew a long time before that. It was the first “grown up” secret he told me when we are about 13. When he stood up and announced his orientation to the world the reaction of the class was predictable, the teacher was openly shocked. Most of the guys were hostile and treated him like he had the plague. The girls were cautious but fascinated. I was the one who stood by him. I protected him when the guys teased. We are the very best of friends and I would do anything for him, I would trust my life to Jerry.

That’s the history lesson over, now on to the party. I was fashionably late and alone, Paul, my boyfriend was on call at the hospital so was unable to party 70 miles from his place of work. I needed some help in getting Jerrys present from the car. What do you buy for a special friend who probably has almost everything he wants? I eventually decided on a three foot tall, Italian marble statue of a naked Adonis. I may be quite strong but at times like this I can play the helpless female and enlisted the help of a couple of late comers.

I eventually made my entrance with the work of art (and 2 struggling guys) in tow, There was already quite a crowd, mostly gay men, some lesbian couples and a few straight couples. I was dressed in a red silk blouse, a short, tight (ass and hip hugging) black jersey skirt, red four-inch stilettos and nothing else. I attracted a few speculative glances from the straight men and some of the gay women. One of the guests made a beeline for me. She had the type of body that I dreamed I could have, tall, slim with very long slender legs. We chatted for a while making the small talk that strangers at a party make then she went off in search of her friend.

I was chatting with Jerry when Dave, Jerrys partner made an announcement, “Boys and girls, boys and boys, girls and girls, welcome to Jerrys quarter century merriment… he doesn’t look a day over 50, I guess that must be my influence. [Pause for muted laughter]. There are two points I need to mention. At midnight in respect to the neighbours sleeping habits we’ll be moving to the ***** club. I’ve booked a room and late bar and laid on transport so don’t worry about getting drunk. Finally the front room is out of bounds, Jerrys grandfather is visiting from Nigeria and he’s retreated there for the duration. Thanks again for coming, please enjoy yourselves, there’s good music, good food and plenty of drink so let the celebrations begin. HAPPY BIRTHDAY JERRY”. He jumped down from the chair he was standing on, grabbed Jerry and gave him the most loving and passionate kiss, “Happy birthday” he whispered.

Dancing is my life, my passion, my work, It’s what I do to earn a crust so when the music started I was the first one up. I danced alone, I danced with Jerry and with Dave and a few of the guests before Emma, the girl I chatted with earlier approached me. We danced a couple of tracks before a tango was played. Emma took my hand, wrapped an arm around my waist and took the lead. My normal style is forward, in your face, come and get me suggestive and to be guided by a very attractive girl in what is undoubtedly an erotic dance gave me interesting sensations. Other people stopped dancing to watch and applauded when the track finished, I am used to this happening but Emma seemed to be overwhelmed by the attention.

“Come” she whispered to me and we walked into the garden and down to the orchard, where, under the clouds of cherry and apple blossom she took me round the waist and began kissing me deeply. I am not spontaneously bi and to my shame I unconsciously resisted a little. I have been with a couple of women before and the softness of another womans skin against mine is all very nice but I really much prefer men.

Emma was licking my tongue and nibbling my lips, she slipped her hand under my blouse and took a nipple between her fingers and began to rub, squeeze and pinch. The nipple responded by hardening, as the waves of pleasure radiated from my left breast I began to relax and found my hand sliding down her waist, across her thigh and under her dress. I eased aside her panties and gently stroked her labia until they parted and my finger found her clitoris, I stimulated her the way I like to be stimulated, she gasped. She responded by letting my nipple go and moving her hand down to my sex. Her other hand was at my neck holding the kiss while mine caressed her firm ass and pulled her body close to mine. I don’t (usually) wear panties and the dance had made me quite wet so her fingers quickly found me and she slipped a finger in. She worked the finger up and down for a moment before she slipped a second, then a third finger in to me. Her little finger was just touching and probing my anus and her thumb rubbed my clitoris. It was all I could do to remember to return the compliment but I must have been doing something right because she suddenly stiffened, shuddered and came. Her legs gave way and we both ended up on the grass in a heap of arms, legs and giggles. The fall did not stop her; she had dragged me with her by my cunt, she was still inside me causing devastation. I began to concentrate on her mouth and breasts, her caresses were urgent. I kissed her deeply and I came to the sound of applause and pulse of camera flashes.

We both looked up, the commotion of the fall had attracted about a dozen boisterous onlookers who were cheering and clapping at our antics. I stood, took her hand and helped her up. Blondes will glows like a red traffic light when they are embarrassed and Emma was definitely embarrassed by the presence of the audience. I kept hold of her hand and lay my free arm across her shoulders then bowed to the crowd, pulling her down with me. As we rose I said “Thank you, thank you very much, we are glad you enjoyed the show. Your donations are gratefully received and sent on to Breast Cancer Awareness. Come on ladies and gentle men, it’s a great cause so dig deep.” Our audience opened handbags and wallets, Emma and I collected £136.20. Her embarrassment vanished during the collection and she even managed to laugh out loud when I said, “OK, who’s the tight ass bastard who gave 20 pence.”

Later, just before the move to the club Jerry asked me if he could have a word in private. We eventually found a quiet and secluded spot in the orchard.

“Sammy, erm…Sam, oh damn, how do I approach this” he said. I was astounded, this is the guy who, 10 years ago confidently announced that he was homosexual to a room full of our teenage peers. This was the guy who I had known for over 22 years, the guy who I told all my innermost secrets, the guy who told me all of his desires.

“My grandfather…”

“Yes” I replied.

“Erm… well, I guess this will be the last time I ever see him. He’s pretty old and he flies home on Sunday”

“Yes?”

“We were talking last night, he’s very lonely and still misses my grandmother terribly even after all this time, I was a baby then she passed away, I want to give him something he will treasure, something that he will always remember. I was wondering if you… err.”

“Oh come on Jerry, yes, you know that whatever you want, for you, yes.”

“You know he’s not had sex since my grandma passed on. He can still do it even at his age. He still masturbates almost every day. Would you… erm… please… err… will you…err…Oh Sammy, you are the only one I can ask… erm.”

“Jerry, you want me to fuck him?”

“No” he spluttered, “No, well… erm… yes, but he’s getting on a bit, I wouldn’t like to see him having a heart attack or something. You are beautiful woman and I have heard what you are like, you’d fuck him to death, would you just let him fuck you? You know, just be passive while he does the evil act”

“Evil act! Is that how you see it? I’ve already said yes, now stop being such a fool, and I’m going to have words with Paul. But you know my allergy to latex, can you 100 percent guarantee to me that he doesn’t have anything nasty.”

“Well of course Sammy, he’s not had a partner in over 20 years, and where he lives any disease is likely to kill long before now. Sammy, you know I would not ask if there was any risk to you.”

“OK then, I’m game, when?”

“Would you stay behind when we go to the club?”

“Sure.”

“And don’t be mad with Paul, he only said how wonderful you were, that you were the best he ever had, you know he’s madly in love with you.”

“Jerry, you are such a creep.”

The party started to shift, Emma cornered me and said, “Are you coming – again, giggle”

“No, I have a long way to go, I want a quick word with Jerry then I’ll be heading home.”

“Shame” She replied, “I would like to see you again if that’s OK with you?”

“Emma, I’m straight, well mostly straight, I have a boyfriend and everything.”

It’s funny how I have started thinking of Paul as my boyfriend in the last few weeks. . Before that he was a friend who was safe and convenient to sleep with a couple of times a month.

“I’m easy.” she replied, “boy or girl, I love them all, maybe we can meet up and make a threesome.”

So we exchanged numbers and emails, and parted with a very hot and deep kiss.

Before long there was only Jerry and me, we had a quick tidy up. That done he said “Sammy, are you sure you want to do this, you have never seen my granddad and he is an old man, he’s fit but age has taken it’s toll and he really is not very handsome.”

“Jerry are you trying to talk me out of this now, just when I’m getting excited about it. I said I would, I’m not likely to back out now, beside I’ve never had a granddad before.”

“OK, if you’re sure, can I arrange you?”

“If you like. By the way, what’s your granddads name?”

“Joshua.”

“And how old is he.”

“72, but he keeps fit, he walks 10 miles a day, probably more in Nigeria”

He asked me to sit on the edge of sofa, he lay me back, undid the top 4 buttons of my blouse and arranged the V to show my nipples. He spread my legs and positioned my feet (in high heeled shoes) to give the maximum effect of tension of calf and thigh muscles.

As he straightened my skirt I said “Jerry, you are such a fuss pot.” He pulled my skirt so that the top third of my thighs were covered.

He reached into his pocket and took out a black blindfold, “Would you mind?”

“Mind? Oh no problem.” I said. He placed the blindfold over my eyes, gently lifted my head and tied it off.

Then he gave me a very loving and passionate kiss and whispered “If only things were different, I love you Sammy, hey but don’t tell anyone.”

With that he left the room, knocked on the front room door and I heard him say “Granddad, I’m leaving now, there’s a very special present in the lounge for you, I think you should have a look now, see you in the morning, byeee.”

The entrance door slammed shut as the door to the front room opened. My heart was thumping, could this really be happening. Am I dreaming or am I really lying here with my legs wide open and inviting a 72 year old man who I cannot even see to fuck me.

I felt his presence in the room, I heard a harsh breathing then the sound of a belt being unfastened and trousers slipping to the ground. A slight stumble and a grunt as he kicked his trousers off. Another grunt and the clicking of joints and then his hands were on my knees and I could feel his breath on my thighs as he looked up my skirt.

His rough hands slid up my thighs, from knee to skirt then back to my knees, he stroked my calves, ankles and the top of my feet. He slid his hands up my calves to the back of my knees and then along the underside of my thighs to the skirt hem. He paused and moved to the inner thighs then continued to my waxed pussy. The smoothness and baldness there must have fascinated him because he spent a long time just stroking the smooth skin with both hands. He slid his hands under my ass, hooked his fingers into the waistband of my skirt and pulled it down, he eased it over my thighs and down to my ankles. He lifted each foot and pulled the skirt out and carefully replaced my feet on the floor.

Now I was hot, I wanted a dick inside me, any dick, especially this old black mans, I wanted him right now. I think my breathing was more laboured than this old man who was driving me insane with his fingers. One hand moved down to my labia and gently parted them. As he caressed my wet slit the other hand, palm flat on my pubis, thumb slowly circling my clitoris and then rubbing it. He began to insert the tips of his fingers into my vagina, very slowly, very gently spreading it. He replaced the thumb with the knuckles of his hand slowly rocking back and forth over my clitoris. His fingers in my vagina were flexing and contracting, spreading and closing, opening me wider as he worked. He progressively increased the speed and pressure of those devastating knuckles until the hard joints were rocking up and down against my vibrating clit three or four times a second. My clit was burning, I started to cum and tried to hold back but he sensed my tension and doubled the pressure and speed of those devastating knuckles. As I exploded he rammed the other hand hard into my vagina, it stopped at the top set of knuckles but he kept on pushing and flexing his fingers. The other hand was still knuckling my clitoris into spasms of ecstasy and I exploded into orgasm again, at the same moment he gave a final push and I gasped as his whole hand plopped into my vagina, my labia closing around his wrist.

I felt him clench his fist inside me, he rotated left and right a few times the began to fuck me with his fist, pushing in until the knuckles bottomed on my cervix then pulling out until he was stopped at the wrist. All the time his other hand was knuckling my clitoris. I began to orgasm again, The thickness, the pressure of his fist brought beads of sweat out on my head, arms, my belly and thighs, my orgasm continued in wave after exquisite wave of delight. By the time I was subsiding I was drenched in sweat, my thigh, butt and stomach muscles burned with tension, my clitoris was screaming and my vagina felt battered and thoroughly used. He pulled the hand back hard and with a loud plop he was out of me, the sudden change in sensation from full to empty caused me to explode again.

He stopped his ministrations on my clitoris and shuffled back from me. He took hold of my calves and pushed my legs together, I felt his dick push between the hollow just below my knees. He held my knees tightly together and fucked my legs. Given his age I thought he was hard enough but he became harder still as he forced his rigid dick between my legs. I wished that I could see him, he felt big and very thick and I wanted to see just how well endowed this old man was. I moved a hand up to remove the blindfold but quick as a flash one of his hands was on my wrist and pushed it back down to my side, he gripped one hip and lifted me, pulling one ass cheek up then slapped my ass hard.

Eventually he must have been satisfied with his erection because he opened my legs, slid towards me and started stroking the tip of his hard dick up and down my gaping wet slit. I was aching for dick and as I opened for him he rammed every inch hard into me, I stifled a squeal of pleasure as he bottomed out. He pushed his pelvis hard against me and held it there, his 72 year old hard cock buried to the balls in my 25 year old vagina. I could feel the pulse of blood through the veins of his dick. He wiggled his hard pubic bone to crush against my clitoris. He forced his thumb between our locked pelvic bones and began to massage my clitoris vigorously; his dick still pushed hard into me jerking spasmodically. Very soon I was cuming again, oh wow, this guy was an artist.

Just as I peaked he pulled out so that just the tip of his cock was in me. Still rubbing my clit into submission he started to pull all the way out, then back in for an inch or so, so that just the glans of his hard dick entered me, out and in, out and in.

I wanted him deep inside again, I moved my hands towards his waist so I could pull him into me but he stopped me. He placed one of my hands on my mons pubis and the other flat on top of the first then he passed his belt under my waist and buckled it over my lower arms. Again he raised my but cheek and slapped hard, this time twice and I yelped with each stinging whack. He took hold of my index finger, pulled it to my clit and began massaging my clitoris with it. At the same time, pushing just a fraction of his magnificent manhood in to me and then out of me.

From the moment he walked into the room to now no one had spoken a word, I broke the silence, “Fuck me, fuck me hard, please Joshua ram that dick right into me”. He stopped and withdrew completely and began to slide his cock up and down my slit from clitoris to anus, up and down. Oh why does he torment me so, I wish he would fuck me with that thick black dick. Then he took hold of the belt binding my arms and pulled.

I stood up and he guided me across the room, I bumped into something at hip height and he pushed me face down onto the dining table. I shuffled into the most comfortable position considering I was lying on hard wood with my arms wedged and digging into my body. He nudged my feet together then stood behind me and spread my ass cheeks. He pushed the tip of his cock into me then thrust until his thighs slapped against mine. He withdrew all the way then rammed the whole length into me hard, back out all the way and ram – in again two or three times. The next time as I was expecting the pleasure of that large dick powering into me he rammed it hard and full length into my anus. This time I could not stifle the scream of pain, he pushed down on my back to hold me in place on the tabletop and ass fucked me deep, hard and fast. Damn it I thought its only just back to normal after Valentines Day.
See http://stories. xnxx. com/sex_stories_march_2005/valentines_day. php for that escapade.

Just as the pain was easing and I was beginning to enjoy the sensation he came, his dick pushed full length into my ass, his balls squashed against my cunt. He throbbed as he emptied a load into my ass and then started to ride slowly in and out for a few seconds before pulling out completely.

I made to stand but he pushed me back down, held me in place while he gently ran a finger round and round my abused and stretched anus. Eventually he allowed me to rise, only to push me to a kneeling position on the floor. He took hold of a handful of my beautiful long blond hair and wiped his dick with it. With a handful of hair he slowly masturbated himself and then he pushed his dick at my mouth. I opened for him and began to suck. The smell of sex and shit was strong in my nose, there were small lumps of shit lodged behind the head. If he was going to fuck me gain I needed to get him clean so I licked and swallowed the brown stuff. I pulled my head back then began to lick the length of his dick clean. He was beginning to droop by the time I was happy that he was clean enough to fuck me again so I again took the glans between my lips and sucked.

He stopped drooping but I could not get him to rise again until I took the full length into my mouth and swallowed. I began to fuck his flaccid dick with my throat, swallowing, breathing in to suck his length deeper into my throat then pulling him out so I could take a breath of air and sure enough he started to harden again. When he swelled too much for my throat I began to fuck him with my mouth and swirl my tongue around his glans until he was fully erect again.

I shuffled on my knees across the floor until I found the sofa, climbed onto it and into my original position. I felt him kneel between my legs. With no preamble he thrust his hard cock back into me. Once again, all the way in until our pelvic bones crushed together. Once again he pushed his thumb between us and rubbed on my clitoris and then he began to fuck me, the sort of fucking that I love, full length, deep hard and fast. Where he got his reserves of energy from I’ll never know but the old guy was an athlete. His thumb was causing devastation to my clitoris, his dick was pounding my vagina, I was in paradise and I came and I came.

Just when I thought I couldn’t take much more, exhausted, sated, and very pleased with myself he rammed me hard, held his swollen dick deep inside end ejaculated. I felt copious hot semen flooding me, burst after burst of burning hot fluid jetting into me. He kept his pelvis pushed hard against mine; his dick in me until it became fully flaccid.

When he pulled out I was exhausted and hoping he was done but no, he again grabbed the belt and pulled. He guided me into the garden and lay me on the dew damp grass. I opened my legs for him and he knelt between them and spread my pussy lips with his thumbs and then he was pissing on me. The flood of hot urine shocked, it rose from the first splash my belly up my chest, into my face and sloshed over my hair, then back down again. He was pissing on my belly and I was lying there and letting him, I thought to myself, how low can I go. He aimed lower and pissed on my pubis and then directly at my clitoris. Urine pounded at my clitoris and ran down my sex. I could not believe it, he was pissing on me. I was disgusted, I was angry, I felt degraded, perverted and dirty, I was enjoying it and I was still cuming, his pissing on me making me cum more.

I was exhausted when he undid the belt that bound my arms. I could sense him up near my head, his legs astride me. I heard a whoosh and ARGHHHH, I screamed with pain as the urine sodden leather belt slammed into my gaping sex, my clit burst into a phenomenon of extreme agony, untold discomfort, ravaging bliss and an overwhelming desire for more of that exquisite torture. I exploded into a rapturous orgasm and whoosh, slap he hit me again, exquisite agony resounded through my sex, it boosted my orgasm to a new height, I tensed every muscle, my back arched, my body held aloft by head and feet. I shuddered in the face of overwhelming sensation. Whoosh slap, a third time, I rose thought bliss and out the other side, I pissed myself and passed out.

I could here his footsteps on the pathway, then disappearing on the state kitchen floor. I lay on the grass for a long time, dripping old mans semen form my cunt and ass, my cunt throbbing with the abuse it has endured. The damp grass and cooling urine chilling me, I revelled in the afterglow of a really good fuck and the shock of that overwhelming pain and ecstasy that still throbbed through me. Thinking of that rapturous pain caused another wave of ecstasy. Oh shit will it ever subside? Will I always cum whenever I think of sex? – ohhhh sheeet – again.

Ages later when thinking orgasm did not actually cause orgasm and I felt able to move I was able to walk back to the house. My silk blouse was ruined, the front soaked with urine, oh fuck it I thought. I hunted around and found paper and pen and left a note for Jerry thanking him for the excellent party and a really good night and that I would be in touch soon to find out what his granddad thought of his present. Joshuas trousers were lying in a heap on the floor but there was no sign of my skirt, I picked up the trousers, ineffectually dabbed at my blouse with them, folded and left them on the arm of the sofa. I searched for my skirt, could not find it and thought that perhaps Joshua took it as a memento. I called out goodnight as I passed the front room door, no answer so I listened at the door and could hear a deep rhythmic snoring. I smiled to myself, and left Jerrys house naked from the waist down and damp with urine.

The journey home was frightening, 70 miles, most of it motorway with bright sodium lighting. It was also a fairly light night with a half moon and very mild. Just about every truck I passed flashed lights or honked horn, the view the drivers had through the glass roof of my car probably made their night. Quite a few accelerated to try to catch me but driving at 3am with nothing to cover my modesty, I don’t hang around.

It was not until I left the motorway and was winding through the lanes that I realised that Joshua had not spoken one word throughout, he had not made a sound apart from the occasional creak of old joints, the odd grunt and rasping of his breath. I also realised that he had not touched me above the waist except to restrain my hands, not kissed me and not fondled my breasts. I think he just used my cunt and legs as surrogate hands, as a wanking machine. The nice thing is that I found considerable perverted pleasure in being the wanking machine for that old man.

As I turned into my driveway my heart soared, Pauls car was parked. He was half asleep on the sofa when I walked in. He blinked when I turned the light on.

“Hi Sam, how was the party, surely you didn’t go dressed like that? Looks like you had a good time, been swimming? That’s jiz your legs so you definitely had a great time”

“You won’t believe it” I said

“Surely not Jerry? Never mind, tell me later, we have things to do.”

This is what I really like about Paul, there is not a jealous bone in his body, he so understands my desires and he actively encourages me to fuck other men and just loves it when he can take sloppy seconds. I straddled his legs, my knees on either side of him. He leaned towards me to kiss but instead said, “You smell like a public toilet”. He put a hand between my legs. I was sticky dry but when he slipped a finger into me it squelched and hot wet semen seeped out.

“Mmmm” he mumbled, undid his trousers with his other hand and I dropped onto him, I rode and kissed him for only a few seconds before he said “You really do stink of piss and shit, it’s overpowering”, lifted me off and sat me on the sofa. He knelt in front of me and boosted me into exactly the same position I was in for Joshua. He pointed his dick, slipped the glans into my abused pussy and rammed home in one quick jerk, the squelch was loud and obvious and he fucked me joyfully to the sound of sloshing semen.

“I love it when you’re sloppy with semen, I love you when your cunt is gaping and just swallows me whole.” he said. But I noticed that he was doing the same as Joshua, but for different reasons, Joshua kept away from my upper body because all he wanted was release, Paul kept away because of the way I stank.

I gasped and came as he touched my tender clitoris, he gave me a worried look and pulled away, I pulled him back into me, ahh such freedom. He slid his hands around my thighs and fondled my ass, a finger slipped in.

“They’ve ass fucked you too, how many?”

“Just one” I replied.

“I take it that he was pretty good?”

“Pretty, I don’t know, I never saw him. Good, yes, excellent, one of the best, he’s had plenty of time to practice he’s 72 years old”.

He lifted my legs onto his shoulders and powered into me banging my cervix with each thrust, Paul fucked me deep, he fuck me hard, he fucked me long and he fucked me well. I was the passive partner for the second time that night, to tired to do more than lie there and enjoy him. But the freedom to hold him, to tease him, to caress him, such freedom should be prized.

The look of adoration on his face as he rammed my sopping and gaping pussy told me everything I needed to know – he worships me, he knows who I am and it gratifies him. Usually I’ve dumped any guy before it gets so serious but Paul is not just any guy.

He added his own semen to my abundant store, he collapsed onto me ignoring the stench, he fondled my breast, ran fingers thought my hair and kissed me, before he slid out of me, moved down and licked me out, tongue probing soothingly and deeply into my gaping cunt. When he was hard again he fucked my ass and pumped in a load more. I couldn’t help comparing my two lovers for tonight. Paul definitely had more length but was not as thick, he certainly did not spread me and fill me the way Joshua did. Paul had great control and lasted longer before he came and could recover very quickly while Joshua had a technique I had not experienced before, a technique that made me feel polluted, totally used, abused and completely fucked. Maybe it comes with years of practice or maybe that’s the he’s always fucked but one things for sure, I liked it.

I am usually very fastidious about cleanliness but tonight I crawled into bed without taking a shower, taking the stink of stale piss and shit with me. Whether it was tiredness or the influence of a perverted old man I don’t know. In bed I told Paul everything. Of Joshua he was not very interested. The fact that I knew nothing about him other than him being an old man did not concern Paul. That he was obviously well endowed, that he stretched and used my cunt and rectum, that he fucked me well and left me full of semen pleased him immensely. That he tortured my clitoris with a wet leather belt concerned him and he examined me but said that he could see nothing other than swelling and proceeded to kiss it better.

He found Emma intriguing. “Maybe we could invite Ahmeed and Lissa and make an orgy of it” he said.

“I’m not so sure that she could take Ahmeed, she felt pretty tight to me, but she’ll love Lissa, I’ll phone and ask if she wants to visit on Monday, it’s a bank holiday, I’ll see if she wants to drive up. Are you, Lissa and Ahmeed working on Monday?”

“I’m on night duty, start at eight so I’m free all day, Lissa is on my shift and I think, Ahmeed’s on now, I’ll phone and ask”.

After the call he said “Ahmeed is off all day, he’ll be here by Monday lunch so guess what? Even if ‘your’ Emma says no you are in for another good fucking”

I phoned Emma the following afternoon, she was well up for a barbecue and sex session up in Lancaster, I gave her directions and she said that she’d arrive just before lunch. I didn’t tell her that Lissa and Ahmeed would be here, a bit of surprise adds to the excitement.

I’ll let you know what happens here on XNXX when I get round to writing it up.

Sammy

http://www.sammyf.biwie.com/

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“I met my old friend Jillian for coffee today,” I tell my man Roger over dinner on Tuesday night. “She is five years older than us and very attractive. When we started exchanging stories about our sex lives, she told me she is bisexual. When I told her we share an extra man or woman around once a month she was fascinated and asked lots of questions.”

“Jillian phoned me today,” I tell Roger the next night over dinner. “We had a long and very intimate conversation and she asked lots of very personal questions about our sex life. I printed off some pics she emailed me to show you, would you like to see them?”

The first pic shows her beautifully dressed in expensive designer clothing. She really is a very attractive and confident blond, sixty-eight inches tall, size 12 plus body and my guess is size 36C bust.

In the second pic the designer skirt and jacket are on the sofa behind her as she poses in skimpy black underwear, her voluptuous body is very appealing to both Roger and me. In the third and fourth pics she is standing totally naked in her heels, legs apart, with her hands on her hips. One is a front view, the other a rear view.

“She really has an impressive body, doesn’t she Roger. Which view do you prefer?,” I ask, already knowing his answer. “This is my favorite,” I smile aroused as I show him the last pic. Jillian is sitting naked on a chair with a big smile on her face with another woman’s arms wrapped around her legs as she licks her cunt.

“Jillian wants to visit us on Sunday afternoon, she wants to seduce me while you watch. You know I love receiving sexual pleasure while you watch. Are you fine with that?,” I ask my man Roger the next night as he is fucking me.

“Tell me again baby.”

“You know I love receiving sexual pleasure while you watch. Jillian wants to seduce me while you watch on Sunday. And I want to seduce her while you watch. Are you fine with that?,” I repeat already turned on at the thought of it.

“Yes baby, yes, I really am fine with that,” he moans as he finishes fucking me in a sexual frenzy.

I am Sarah, of French descent, bilingual, fluent in both French and English and as I recently discovered with a little prompting from my man, bi-sexual, though I didn’t need a great deal of prompting. I am to please and be pleased sexually. And I love having a second man every four weeks or so, not mention another woman as a balance for my man – and me.

On Sunday I smirk as I tell my Man Roger, “Jillian wants to seduce me while you watch this afternoon. Are you fine with that?,” already aroused at the thought, as Roger watches me prepare for Jillian.

Other than my heels I am completely naked standing with my legs apart as Roger sprays my body with suntan lotion. “You really do have a gorgeous ass baby. I wonder if Jillian will like it? I have enjoyed watching males and females kiss it for you, so good,” he tells me with a hand on it.

“What should I wear for Jillian?” I tease as Roger watches me slide a tiny white g-string on. It does look good on my naked tanned body I muse as I look in the mirrors. And my ass does look good with my ass cheeks highlighted by the thin g-string.

“What about this little backless black dress? Is it too short?”

“Perfect baby, you look very fuckable. Though remember what Coco Chanel always said, remove one item before you make your entrance,” Roger tells me as he lifts my skirt and slides my g-string down over my ankles and glides a finger along my already aroused cunt lips.

“Hello Sarah, love your little black dress,” Jillian smiles effusively as we kiss with our hands all over each other. She is wearing a similar outfit to the one in her pics and she looks sensational in black stockings and heels.

“And you must be Roger. I have heard lots of good things about you from Sarah,” Jillian says as Roger makes a late entrance. He is wearing a very short unfastened black silk dressing gown. As he walks his semi-erect cock is visible and I can see Jillian ogling it.

“Wow, later perhaps?’” is all she says before she gives me her full attention as we sit on the couch and kiss passionately. “I have wanted to have you since we had coffee Sarah. I have been fantasizing about you every night in bed since. And the thought of your man watching us make love is very exciting for me. Is he really going to masturbate while he watches? I hope so, I would like that.”

“I love being licked and teased,” I tell Jillian as Roger is sitting on a chair opposite with his gown open and his semi-erect cock exposed watching us intently. Jillian takes my hands and motions for me to stand up with my legs apart as she slides my skirt up over my hips, puts her arms between my legs, grasps my ass with two hands and licks my cunt lips. The sensation of a fully and impeccably dressed older woman licking my cunt lips as my man watches is a wonderful sexual sensation.

“Love the way you shave Sarah, that was just a teaser for you, I want to make this a special day to remember for you,” she whispers as she slides my dress off and kisses and licks my nipples with a fingertip on my engorged clit.

“Would you like to help me undress for your lady Roger,” Jillian teases as she stands in front of him. “Top or bottom first, your choice Roger?” He decides to open the buttons on her jacket but leaves it on her shoulders to expose her magnificent 36C tits with large nipples before he helps her off with her skirt. The only clothing remaining are her hold up stockings with lots of bare flesh above them. She has perfect well defined thighs for wearing those stockings I muse as we move onto the bed.

“Watch and enjoy baby, don’t rush,” I tease Roger as he moves his chair, opens his gown and teases his now full on erection as he oils it.

“Your man is hung Sarah, that’s awesome, love it,” Jillian tells me as we kiss with our tongues then lick each other’s nipples.

“I have been wet for you all week, very wet Sarah. I want to give you saphic pleasure like you have never had,” Jillian whispers.

We have our hands all over each other as we kiss each other’s nipples. Hers are very erect and the sensation of her sliding her very erect nipples along mine is exquisite.

I love having the insides of thighs teased and licked and Jillian appears to be aware of it as she licks them very teasingly to a point just short of my cunt lips.

The first time I feel the tip of her tongue on my cunt lips is absolute sexual magic. And it gets even better as she finds my very engorged clitorous. I love my clit being stimulated and the pleasure of a new woman doing it with her tongue.

“I love watching you two baby, very exciting for me,” Roger mutters as I look up briefly and notice him teasing his roaring erection with his fingertips.

Jillian tells me to kneel over her face as she rubs a very erect nipple along my very wet cunt lips.

“Love licking you with my hands on your gorgeous ass. And I love your man watching while he is teasing his big cock. Are you enjoying me licking your cunt lips?

“I can stop if you want me to,” Jillian teases knowing I am past the point of no return. Lay on your back and prop yourself on your elbows and you can watch me licking you.

“Are you getting close? I think so, your body is very tense,” Jillian whispers as she has her arms wrapped around my thighs. I am so close to a mind blowing orgasm, my first ever from Jillian, that I cannot speak.

All I want to do is enjoy the mind blowing orgasm that is so close, so close I want to prolong the build-up and pleasure while my man is watching.

“Cum for me Sarah, cum for me, now,” Jillian whispers as my whole body shakes and shudders.

“Again for me, again and again,” she whispers as she does wonderful things to my cunt lips with her tongue while Roger is licking my nipples. Double pleasure as a male and female are licking my most sensitive sexual contact points.

“Love watching another woman fucking you with her tongue baby, now show Jillian what you can do,” Roger tells me as I position Jillian on her back.

Just as my tongue makes contact with her cunt lips I can feel Roger grasping the cheeks of my ass, then his rock-hard cock is sliding into me and he is fucking me from behind as I pleasure Jillian.

“How many times have I told you baby that I wanted to fuck you like this while you licked another woman? Now we are doing it, right now.”

“You are very good Sarah. Love you licking my cunt lips while I watch your man fucking you.”

There is making love, straight out fucking and now this, my ultimate sexual experience as I pleasure an older woman with my tongue while my man is slowly fucking me in sync.

I can sense Jillian is close to orgasm as I tease her cunt lips with just the tip of my tongue and enjoy the power I have over her at that moment.

“So good, fuck my cunt, so good, fuck my cunt, so fucking good, fuck my cunt,” she is almost chanting as I feel a great sense of relief at giving an older woman an orgasm as my man starts to increase the intensity of his long strokes as he fucks me.

“Not sure who made the most noise as they climaxed, Sarah, Roger or me,” Jillian smiles very pleased with herself.

“Your man is hung Sarah, I want him, can I have him while you watch?”

“Very tempting, let’s see,” I reply. “If you do, I need a quid pro quo, I want him to lick my cunt while you suck his cock, remember no fucking and oral sex only though,” I tell her as we kiss passionately as Roger is showering after he watched me and Jillian showering.

“What are you going to do give him a second erection for the afternoon?”

“He already had one watching us in the shower.

“Tell me again what you want Sarah,” Jillian asks a little agitated.

“I want him to lick my cunt while you suck his cock.”

“I would love him to lick your cunt while I suck his cock and blow him Sarah. First up though, when he comes out of the shower I want to watch him kiss your glorious ass while I am kissing you. Please Sarah, make it happen for me.”

A minute later Roger emerges flaunting his second erection for the afternoon. Jillian and I are both standing naked apart from our heels and kissing as Jillian whispers to Roger, “I want to see you lick and kiss Sarah’s gorgeous ass, she has told me all about your fetish. Do it for me then I will suck you and blow you while you lick Sarah.”

Roger has kissed my ass many times, this time however there is a new nuance to his attentions with Jillian watching as foreplay for her. And I do love receiving sexual pleasure from my man with another female watching.

We manage to organize ourselves as I stand on a low stool with my legs wide apart so Roger can lick and kiss my ass while standing with his hands on my hips. “Wow, you two really are into that. And standing like that Sarah, your ass is sensational with your man pleasuring it. Not sure which of you likes it the most. And his cock is rock hard, can I have it now?,” Jillian asks with an edge in her voice.

I do love being licked while standing I muse as I turn around with my cunt lips aligned with Roger’s tongue, this will be the second time I have had my cunt licked and pleasured today, the first time by a woman and now my man while I am going to watch her blow him at the same time.

Roger’s tongue makes contact with my cunt lips at very moment I watch Jillian take his erection between her lips. Double sexual pleasure for me, watching another woman sucking my man’s eight and a half inch erection while he is licking my cunt lips as I mutter, “So good, so good, so fucking good.”

My man Roger has licked my cunt lips countless times, in a wide range of situations. However, today he is excelling himself as Jillian is sucking his cock as he licks me.

I watch fascinated as Jillian takes half of my mans erection between her lips, swirls her tongue around it, then lets it out of her mouth as she blows on it, then licks it.

“Your cock is rock hard for me Roger, I am to pleasure you,” Jillian tells him as I watch her repeat what she has just done to his cock.

“Love your rock hard cock in my mouth, love it, I am to please,” Jillian tells him again.

“Do you like watching what I am doing to your man Sarah?” Jillian asks as she varies her technique by licking just the tip of his erection and rubbing the full length of it with her thumb and forefinger, softly at first then with increasing pressure.

“I do, watching you sucking my man’s cock is very exciting while he is licking my cunt,” I moan as I watch her dig her nails into his ass very hard, then scratch her nails over his ass so it leaves marks.

“So good, so fucking good, pleasure from two women, don’t stop, don’t stop,” Roger groans as Jillian pinches his nipples with his cock in her mouth.

Still pinching his nipples Jillian licks just the tip of his cock, blows on it then takes as much of his cock as she can in her mouth and sucks very hard.

I can feel Roger tensing and know from experience that he is ready to cum. So am I, I am very tense, I want sexual relief, soon, very soon.

I am the only one able to speak as I mutter, “I want you to cum with me baby, make it really good for Jillian and me.

“Now baby, now, now, now baby, love it, so fucking good,” I am almost screaming as Jillian watches my man and I cum together.

“You and I could could have a wonderful time with one of my girlfriends Sarah, she is a pleasure machine,” Jillian tells me as we reluctantly kiss goodbye.

“Tempting, very tempting, let’s see,” I tease as we kiss passionately.

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Foreword:

Please note that this story, as with all my stories, is completely fictional and the themes expressed in it are a work of fantasy. Any resemblance to any real person or event is a coincidence.

Stepping out of my own body always feels strange at first. The feeling of weightlessness I get is unlike anything else, almost like floating in water but not. My ethereal body floats over my physical one, looking like it’s asleep on my bed. I begin moving, floating, over to the nearest wall, passing through it with no resistance. On the other side is another bedroom, mirroring mine in layout. I’m not surprised to find the room empty. My neighbours Gabby and Jordan are often up late listening to music so loud I’ve had to knock on their door to ask them to turn it down. I move out into the corridor just in time to see a figure slip into the apartments second bedroom. I follow the figure into the room and recognise Jordan as she plugs her phone into an outlet. She doesn’t see me, she can’t see me, as I pass through the room towards her. I position myself just behind her and slowly move forward, entering her body. There’s a brief second as our minds meld and I feel her confusion and fear before I’m able to silence her. Her mind now supressed I begin to test my new body.

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The first thing I notice is my chest. Jordan’s G cup sized tits make me feel almost top heavy, their weight pulling me forward. The other thing I notice is what’s between my legs, or more importantly what’s not. I step in front of the full length and Jordan’s brown eyes stare back at me as I take in the sight. I’m wearing pyjamas, a black satin shirt with matching shorts that just brush the top of my thighs. I begin unbuttoning the shirt, shrugging it off and letting it drop to the floor. God dam, Jordan’s tits look great. They’re two large pale round natural orbs of fun, jiggling and bouncing as I play with them. Both nipples are pierced with a silver bar and I feel them harden as I pinch them between my thumb and forefinger. I’m surprised by how horny just playing with my nipples is making me and the look on Jordan’s face in the reflection matches how I’m feeling. I let go of my nipples and drop my pyjama shorts, kicking them away. I watch the mirror as I run my hands down my thick yet athletic body. Jordan definitely has a ‘phat ass’ and I grab it in both hands before moving round to my smooth shaved pussy.

–

My pussy. Now that’s a weird thought. My fingers begin exploring my pussy, feeling the dampness my arousal has caused. I slip two fingers inside me, my free hand shooting out to grab the mirror frame in order to steady myself as my legs almost give out.

“Fucking hell!” I gasp, Jordan’s soft voice sounding strange coming from my mouth. A fragment of Jordan’s memory flashes across my mind. I stop fingering myself and turn to the small chest of drawers beside the bed. I pull open the bottom drawer and smile as I look down at the collection of toys inside. There are several dildos of varying sizes, a large wand vibrator, a leather harnessed strapon, a ball gag, and a pair of handcuffs.

“Kinky slut.” I whisper to myself as I pull out one of the dildos, a bright purple tentacle that’s got to be nearly 10 inches long. I consider using it but instead decide to try out the vibrator instead. I climb on the bed and position myself so I can see my pussy in the mirror. I turn on the vibrator and it buzzes loudly, almost jumping out my hands it’s so powerful. It slips in my grip and my fingers find a dial which I turn. The vibrations lessen, the loud buzzing now just a gentle vibration. I press the tip of the vibrator against my pussy, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I adjust the position slightly and the waves of pleasure increases, making me cry out in joy.

“Fuck… Oh fuck yes!” I moan as I turn the dial back up on the vibrator.

–

Suddenly there’s a knock on the door and I jump in surprise, the vibrator dropping from my grip as I sit up on the bed.

“Jordan, is everything alright? I thought you said you were just going to put your phone on charge and then be right back.” Gabby’s voice calls out, muffled by the door. I get up off the bed and as I start to make my way around the bed I catch a glimpse of the handcuffs in the drawer of toys. I had planned to possess Gabby separately once I’d finished with Jordan but now I have a different plan. I grab the handcuffs and hide them behind my back as I open the door with my free hand.

“Hey, are you…” Gabby begins to say, faltering as she notices my naked body.

–

Gabby is still fully dressed from a day out with our friends. Our friends? Jordans memories are confused with mine as I remember a day of brunch, shopping, and a trip to the theatre. I ignore the memories and focus back on Gabby. She’s wearing a semi-transparent white blouse, tied together in the front with a knot rather than buttoned up. It hangs loosely off of her left shoulder revealing the strap of her black bra. She’s also wearing a pair of black leather pants, the tight material hugging her skinny legs perfectly. She’d curled her hair today, the locks of light brown hair twirling down her shoulders. God, she looks good, why couldn’t I look like that. I push down Jordan’s thoughts and focus back on my plan.

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Only a second has passed and as Gabby steps back in shock I reach out with my empty hand to grab hers. She’s too stunned to resist as I pull her into my room and shut the door behind her. She only reacts when I suddenly twist her arm up behind her back, locking the handcuff around her wrist.

“Jordan what are you doing?” She gasps as I quickly cuff her other hand behind her back, her voice now filled with fear. She tries to struggle but I overpower her, forcing her face down onto my bed. She continues to writhe around underneath me, yelling for me to get off, as I reach back over to the drawer and pull out the ball gag. It takes a few attempts to get the gag in place but once I do Gabby’s yells are reduced to muffled moans.

“Oh Gabby, don’t you get it.” I say, rolling her over onto her back and looking into her big green eyes. “You belong to me now. I’m gonna fuck you and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”

–

It takes me several minutes to strip Gabby naked, she kicked and thrashed about as I pulled off her clothes, cutting away her shirt and bra with a switchblade Jordan’s memories had so helpfully shown me. The knife had a secondary use as well, all of Gabby’s resistance ceased, leaving her quiet and demure. Now that she was still, I could take a good look at her naked body. Her tits are small and perky, C Cups according to her now ruined bra. Only her left nipple is pierced, a silver bar almost identical to mine. Her flat stomach is also pierced, this time with a little gemstone that is nestled in her belly button. Like Jordans, her pussy is shaved smooth.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.” I say, as my fingers begin rubbing her pussy. Tears fill Gabby’s eyes, trickling down her cheeks as my fingers slide inside her.

“Oh wow, your pussy is tight, and wet!” I exclaim, raising my fingers to my mouth to sample the dampness from Gabby’s pussy. “Mmm, and you taste good too.”

I lean down and lick the salty tears from her cheeks before moving down to her chest. I kiss each of her tits in turn, playfully biting on her nipples before continuing on my journey down her body.

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With my face now between her legs it takes all my restraint to stop myself from just devouring her pussy. I find myself biting down on her inner thigh, making her cry out it pain as my teeth sink into her soft flesh. When I let go her thigh is marked with my bite, the skin now red and indented. Unable to wait any longer, I lick her pussy. Oh god does it taste good. I lick it again, slower this time. My tongue moving up her lips and finishing on her clitoris, teasing it. I don’t know if the noises Gabby are making are from enjoyment or displeasure but I’m too engrossed in eating her out to care.

–

When I finally come up for air my chin is dripping with saliva and pussy juices. Gabby’s legs are covered with finger marks from where I’d been holding onto her, my long nails leaving red scratches.

“Now, I’m gonna take out your gag. Are you going to be a good girl and eat my pussy?” I ask, picking up the knife and playing with it absent mindedly. Gabby nods her nod so I put the knife down again and unfasten the ball gag.

“Please, just stop. Please stop.” She begins to beg but stops as I grab the knife and hold it against her throat.

“I never said you could speak, now shut up and eat my pussy.” I say angrily as I move to sit on Gabby’s face. I feel her squirm beneath me as I press her lips against my pussy. She tries to eat me out but her attempt is utterly pathetic. I can feel her tongue licking my pussy and although I get the occasional flutter of pleasure, I find myself growing quickly bored.

“Oh, you are useless at this.” I mutter, climbing off her. I reach down into the open drawer and pull out the mess of leather that is the strapon.

“Please, just stop. If you let me go now, I promise not to say anything.” Gabby begs as I pull on the strapon. I ignore her as I fasten the straps in place and as I do I notice that the dildo is removeable. Several more of Jordan’s memories flash across mind. I see flashes of naked girls; each one being fucked by Jordan wearing the strapon. But with each memory I see a different dildo attached to the harness, each one I remember seeing in the drawer.

“Jordan… Jordan, please.” Gabby is still pleading as the memories fade.

–

I slap her. The loud crack of my hand as it hits her face seems to echo around the room as Gabby falls back.

“Get up!” I snarl. “Get up and suck this dick.” I grab the purple dildo attached to the straps and gesture towards it with my other hand. Gabby struggles to sit up with her hands behind her back, slowly moving into a kneeling position in front of me. I reach out and grab a handful of her curly hair, dragging her forward so the dildo enters her open mouth. She gags as the hard rubberised shaft hits the back of her throat, fighting against me as I hold her down.

“You can swallow cock good but how well can you take it?” I ask as I shove her away. I glance down at the saliva dripping dildo and detach it from the harness. I toss it aside and pull out the two largest dildos from the drawer. The first is the tentacle from before, the long shaft tapering down roughly 3 inches in diameter to 1. The second is some kind of monster cock. Nearly 12 inches in length with ridges and bumps all along the multicoloured shaft. Gabby’s eyes are locked on it, wide and full of fear as she takes in its monstrous size.

“Go on then, pick. Which ones going in your pussy, and which ones going in your ass?” I ask, a grin spreading on my face as all colour drains from hers.

“There’s no way I can take either of them. Please Jordan, just stop this.” Gabby begs again.

“Oh, do you ever shut up. You’re getting fucked so you might as well give up.” I say, picking up the gag and shoving it back into her mouth. I shove her back down on the bed and begin fastening the tentacle to the harness.

“I’ll be nice to you though. I’ll use this smaller tentacle on your ass. She begins sobbing, tears streaming down her face as I grab her ankle and flip her over. I reach over to the bedside drawers and grab the bottle of lube from the top, pouring the viscous liquid all along the shaft.

–

Gabby is now completely unresisting, allowing me to position her with her toned ass stuck up in the air. I hold onto the links binding her wrist together as I guide the tip of the strapon towards her asshole. She grunts and squirms as the tentacle enters her tight hole. With every inch that enters her I can feel the resistance growing, her ass reaching its breaking point as it stretches open. Gabby is shaking and twitching beneath me, and I know if I took the gag out she would be screaming in pain.

“Yeah, you little slut. Thought you were too good to take it up the ass. Thought you were too special.” I hear myself saying. “Your ex-boyfriend hated that, hated how basic you were. That’s why he kept fucking me whenever he got the chance, even when you were in the room with us.”

–

Those hadn’t been my words. My control of Jordans body had slipped, or Jordans desire to fuck Gabby was so strong she’d somehow regained control. I pause for a few seconds as I centre myself, pushing Jordans desires out of my mind. The tentacle is 3 quarters inside her and as I slowly pull it out I can see Gabby almost collapse with relief.

“That’s enough of your ass. Now for that sweet tasting pussy.” I say, swapping the tentacle dildo out for the monster one. Gabby’s eyes stare blankly upwards as I roll her over onto her back. She only reacts when I lean down and kiss her cheek, flinching away from me slightly. I lean back and lube up the dildo before pressing the tip against her pussy. Gabby’s eyelids flutter as I slowly push inside her, my hands on her waist. I begin thrusting in and out, feeling my tits bounce in time to my rhythmic movements. I’m surprised by how well she’s able to take the large dildo, I know it took me a few attempts before I could take as much as she is.

“I know your ex wasn’t this big so when did you get so good at taking huge cock in your pussy?” I ask, my hand moving up from her waist to wrap around her throat.

–

Again, Jordans words spill out of me uncontrollably. I’ve never had issues like this when controlling another person before but feeling Jordans lust rising in me is only making this more enjoyable. I let go of Gabby’s throat and pick up the vibrator. I turn it on, cranking it up to full power, and press it against Gabby’s clit. She bucks and writhes about as the vibrations cause undeniable pleasure to surge through her.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you.” I tease as I see her eyes roll back in her head. She’s on the brink of orgasm despite her reluctance, I can tell. I pull out of her and quickly slip off the strapon. I then lift up one of Gabby’s legs and half straddle her so our pussies are pressed against each other. I begin rubbing them together, feeling a pleasure grow in me. This time it’s me who’s about to orgasm. My breathing becomes heavy, exploding out of me in deep gasps. I’ve cum before but never as a woman. My whole body feels like it’s on fire and it takes all of my control not to lose control of Jordans body. I want to scream as I grow closer and closer to the breaking point.

“Oh, fuck yes!” I yell, falling back as I squirt. My orgasm covers Gabby, the liquid exploding out of me like a torrential flood.

–

It takes me a few seconds to regain control and as I do, I slowly sit up. Gabby’s perfect body is glistening wet, her breathing just as heavy as mine.

“That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had. I’m gonna need a few pics to commemorate the occasion.” I say, getting off the bed to grab Jordans phone. Face ID unlocks it and I open up the camera app as I return to Gabby. I make sure to get photos of every single inch of her body before taking a few selfies with her. I then open up the photos app and *********** all of the photos I’d just taken, scrolling through the older pics to find a couple of nudes as well, before sending them to myself.

“I’m gonna let you go now Gabby. If you ever say anything to anybody, I will release those photos and the whole world will see what a slut you are.” I say, pulling out Gabby’s gag.

“I won’t say anything. I promise. Oh god, please don’t release those photos.” She gasps, turning to let me release her wrists. As soon as I do, she jumps off my bed and runs past me, sobbing loudly as she slams the door behind her. I lay down on the bed and shut my eyes as I relinquish control of Jordans body. That feeling of weightlessness comes over me and I rise up, opening my eyes to see Jordan lying asleep beneath me. I pass through the walls back towards my apartment, my room, and my body. Settling back into myself I sit up and check my phone, there’s a message from an unknown number. I open it and see the 2 dozen photos I’d sent. I save the photos and delete the messages. That was incredible and I just know I’ve got to do it again.

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The erinyes’s attack has ruined all of Angela’s plans and now the knight and her companions have to fight for their lives!

The Knight and the Acolyte
Book 5: The Vault’s Treasure
Chapter Nine: Lust’s Daughter
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

Thrak – The Free City of Raratha

Night cloaked the beach beneath the Saltspray Palace. The waves crashing into the shore had a faint tinge of glowing blue, a phosphorescent churned by the foam and only revealed in darkness. I studied it, pondering what could cause the glow.

A property of sea water? An organism in the waves? A chemical polluting the ocean?

Thinking about the cause was better than waiting and brooding on the robbery. Better than staring up the dark cliff to the palace waiting for the appearance of Xera and Minx, their theft complete and without incident. The Doge would not suspect Angela and in two days, she would leave the city with Sophia, Faoril, and Chaun, rendezvousing with the pirate ship we had contracted.

The ship anchored on the horizon, a black shape occulting the rising stars. The Golden Hunger captained by Thyrna, a predatory human female with lush lips and hungry eyes. She made my blood boil when we met.

She would make the trip to the Isle of Birds and beyond…interesting.

“Tide’s shifting,” one of the brawny pirates said. He stood by the longboat pulled onto the sand. “Your friends needs hurry.”

I faced the man. “We wait.”

The rumble of my voice made him flinch. The pirates Thyrna recruited were all large men, powerfully built, muscular humans who dwarfed the average of their race. But I was an orc. I stood taller, my shoulders wider, my muscles stronger. They knew I could break them. They feared me.

Everyone feared me when they met me. Even Faoril.

I turned my head from the glowing froth to stare at the palace. If things had gone wrong, there was nothing I could do but wait.

“Be safe, Faoril,” I whispered.

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Chaun – The Free City of Raratha

Pain burned in my belly, kept at bay by my singing. The melody flowed from my lips as I lay on the marble floor of the feast hall. I stared up at the vaulted ceiling. A painting crossed it, ships sailing the dark sea battling sea serpents while mermaids swam around it, strange flowers in their vibrant hair.

I had to keep singing, to convince my body not to die. I only had a gaping hole in my belly left by Incessae, the erinyes bitch. I wasn’t the target of her vengeance, and yet I was the first person she attacked.

She feared my song. Music held power. Even one not trained at the Bardic College could move an audience to laughter, to joy, to sorrow, and to despair. Songs could uplift or dismay. Incessae feared the lusts my song would inspire in her body.

I never thought my music would make me a target over a knight with Angela’s martial prowess.
Maybe joining the quest was a mistake? Maybe I should have said no to Lady Delilah? I could have stayed safe skulking in taverns and low-born common rooms, singing for copper pennies, a warm bowel of stew, and a dry place to sleep.

But greed had seized me. I wanted back all I lost when I was caught abed with my sweet Princess Adelaide by her jealous husband. And our brief stay in the Doge’s palace reinforced to me where I belonged. My talents were meant to entertain the powerful, to earn me the rewards of golds, fine clothing, perfumes, and the presence of noble ladies for me to seduce and fuck beneath their husbands’ noses. Often wearing their husbands’ appearances.

But was dying worth it?

Since I agreed to Lady Delilah’s plan to aide Angela in her quest, barguests had attacked me. I wandered through dwarven mines haunted by a mad wraith who tried to steal my soul. Even an avalanche was dropped on us. Boulders could have buried me alive.

And now a furious demigoddess had stabbed me through the stomach. And Angela still had other dangerous to face in her quest, culminating at the dragon.

Was life at court and the fame of being a bard worth all this pain and suffering?

But if I did earn a spot in a court, if Lady Delilah upheld her end of the bargain, I would have my fame and prestige back. I would be the centerpiece of my lord’s entertainment. I would perform for all his noble visitors, impressing them with my skill, wooing them. And maybe I would see her again.

Princess Adelaide appeared in my memory, lush and beautiful, dressed only in her blonde hair like she had the night I was caught in her bed wearing her husband’s appearance. I had loved her so much that night, like I had every other night.

And she had sung her love for me.

Could I have her back? If I was a court bard again, could I see her, play for her, and love her again? Maybe I could steal her from that foul husband of hers. Rescue her like she always she dreamed of when we lay in bed, whispering our desires.

It was a foolish dream. Impossible. Her husband would never let her go. And he would never visit a court where I played. He would keep his wife away from me.

But I could have the rest. I could have it all back if I had the courage to risk the dangers. And there was the prophecy to consider. I was chosen. I did not understand how Lady Delilah knew I was chosen. Maybe I should tell Angela about who hired me.

She should know.

Later. If I don’t die. I had to keep singing and Angela had to keep fighting.

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Incessae

Angela’s stolen partisan, liberated from the inept guards of the Doge, crashed into my fiery spear. Sparks flew as Angela snarled. Her naked breasts heaved and her flaming hair spilled about her shoulders.

Exhilaration washed through me as our weapons clashed together again. She was a magnificent creature. Skilled, fast, unafraid. She fought without armor, the seed of her centaur lover dripping out of her cunt, unfazed by her nudity. She was focused on killing me.

Well, I did threaten her lover.

Tonight, Mother’s vengeance would be meted out. The High King’s foul sword would never be reforged. His kingdom would never again mar the world. Mother was too soft-hearted. She never should have allowed the High King’s daughter Lily to live and breed, even if her and her descendants only produced daughters incapable of ruling any kingdom.

Angela worked the partisan with the same skill she fought with her sword. She stabbed and then used the weapon’s crossguard to parry my spear, keeping me from finding her flesh. She slapped my spear down, then thrust it forward, forcing me to leap back.

The Doge’s guards rushed around us, their bronze armor gleaming in the light of my spear, flaring bright like stoked flames when my weapon struck Angela’s. Awe crossed the men’s faces as they watched us. And lust. I was also naked. I never wore clothing. I wasn’t ashamed of the lush body I possessed.

But their eyes fixed on me, lusting after me, stirred my weakness. The hot itch in my cunt grew. The first beads of excitement dewed my cunt. I let out a snarl of frustration as my nipples hardened. I lunged harder at Angela.

“Slata curse you!” I roared at Angela and at my perverted father for burdening me with his lusts. The soldier’s eyes vexed me. “Don’t just watch. Secure the acolyte.”

“No,” Angela shouted as a pair of the soldiers, under orders from their captain, broke away and rushed at the naked acolyte. “Don’t touch her.”

Angela’s anger appeared in her attacks. Her partisan thrust harder. She rushed at me, her naked feet smacking on the tiles. Her passion was…inspiring. Her breasts heaved. They were almost hypnotic the way they bounced and—

No!

Focus. I was not weak. I would not let father’s lusts poison me.

I screamed, focusing on my rage—Mother’s vengeance—and parried her next thrust. Then I lunged, moving my weapon in a circle to dodge around the partisan’s crossguard and enter into her reach, my weapon thrusting for her belly.

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Acolyte Sophia

Angela needed my help.

I cast my eyes around for my discarded clothing. My robes lay in a pile nearby. My legs trembled from the orgasms the sphinx had gifted me. I forced down the exhausting bliss. I could not afford to lie in a pleasure coma.

I had to help Angela. I wasn’t weak any longer.

Weapons rang and sparks cracked as I rushed to my robes. I fell to my knees and dug through the piled linen, searching for my pouch hanging from my robe’s belt. The pouch clattered. My hands fumbled to unbury it from the cloth.

“Come on,” I hissed in frustration as somehow, my pouch had ended up in the robe’s sleeve and lay tangled. “Slata’s hairy cunt!”

I pulled out my pouch in triumph. I opened it up. Glass clinked together. I pulled out a healing potion for Chaun, who seemed to be singing to keep himself from bleeding to death, and my enchanted dagger.

It glowed pink, warning me of danger.

I grasped the handle in triumph and stood up, anger burning in my face. That erinyes bitch would have to—

“Pater’s disgusting cock,” I groaned at the sight of two of the Doge’s soldiers rushing straight for me, each clutching a long polearm of some type in hand. Beyond them, the bald Doge screamed orders at his other guards as they gathered around Angela, watching her duel the erinyes.

“Drop the dagger,” the first guard said. He shouldered his polearm and reached out to grab me while the second guard circled to my right.

“Stop!” I shouted as his male hand reached for my naked flesh. “I am an priestess of Saphique. Any man who touches me will be cursed by my Goddess.”

The first guard froze before he could grab me. The second guard cursed beneath his breath. “She’s a priestess, all right. Look at the robe.”

“Of Saphique,” I reiterated, my heart hammering. I had to do something. What?

“Help the erinyes!” the Doge shouted at his men. “Don’t just stand there like pretty statues.”

“Well, we don’t have to touch her to herd her,” the first guard said, lowering his weapon at me. The point was sharp.

I sucked in a deep breath as it hovered a foot from my flesh. The other guard lowered his blade. I stood there, trembling, thinking. Would they stab me with their blades? Those points were so sharp. They would skewer me.

What could I do besides dropping my dagger? But that wouldn’t help Angela in her duel. There had to be something else I could do. Something that would help. Be useful. But would could it be? I backed away from the guards, their weapons’ points tracked me.

“Don’t be stupid, priestess,” the second soldier said. “I don’t want your Goddess to curse me, but you have to surrender.”

The first guard suddenly growled. His weapon blurred as it stabbed past me. I shrieked and jumped before I realized he didn’t pierce me with the point. Instead, his weapon shot past me. Then he yanked it back, the crossguard catching the back of my knee and jerking my leg out from beneath me.

I fell onto my back. Which hurt. A lot.

I coughed, clutching my knife and healing bottle in desperate grip. I didn’t let the pain keep me from moving. I had fallen from my horse before. That hurt worse. I rolled over and gained my feet, darting around the second guard as he thrust with his weapon. I leaped over it, stopping him from tripping me.

“Vedr’s queef!” he snarled.

I almost giggled at the vulgarity of his curse. I would have if my heart wasn’t hammering in fear. My feet slapped on the tiled floor as I ran as hard as I could. I had no idea where I would flee to. The guards’ armor clinked as they charged behind me. There had to be something I could do to lose their pursuit so I could help Angela.

I cast my gaze around the room. The nobility pressed on the edges, watching the fight with a mix of fear and excitement. A new entertainment for them to enjoy. None of them would be helpful. The Doge continued to shout his orders and…

The Doge.

An idea popped into my head. It was pretty dumb, but I didn’t have anything better to try. I changed the direction I ran.

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Knight-Errant Angela

I backpedaled as Incessae’s spear lunged at my stomach. My feet slapped on the ground as I moved away, giving me time to slam my partisan into her haft and deflect her point from finding my stomach. Then I lunged in.

Her wings flapped, and she lifted into the air and flew back, landing in her stance, her spear leveled. Her pale cheeks burned crimson, and fat, pink nipples were erected. Her silver nipple rings glinted as her breasts heaved.

She was aroused.

My anger slowed. Incessae was a skilled fighter. I would be hard pressed to defeat her even with the longer reach of the partisan. But I couldn’t kill an erinyes. They were immortal, demigoddesses born of Slata and Las.

Lust was the key to defeating them. Her nipples were hard, and in the reflected light of her spear’s fire, juices glinted on her thighs. Her eyes smoldered, glowing brighter and brighter with every moment as they stared at me.

At my heaving tits.

“Do you like my tits?” I asked as I lunged in.

“What?” she hissed, smacking my partisan down.

“My tits? Do you like them?” I pressed my arms together, squeezing my tits into two thrusting mounds. “Aren’t they beautiful? I think I have a great pair of tits. Like yours. We’re about the same size.”

“Shut up!” she hissed as she lunged. “I’m here to kill you, not ogle your tits.”

I parried her attack, our weapons sparking together. “You sure? You keep staring at my tits. Do you think I should pierce my nipples? I like your silver rings. Sexy.”

“Cunt!”

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Minx

Xera and I dived apart as the faerie guarding the Doge’s Great Vault unleashed her magic. My skin tingled as a rush of pink energy washed between us and crashed into the floor. The magic rolled across the stone like foamy water, crackling with pink and purple sparks then fading into glittering dust. I gained my feet and cast a gaze over my shoulder at the faerie.

We were expecting her. The Doge had her imprisoned and forced to guard his treasures. And that meant there were iron runes inscribed about the room, forming a magic circle that would keep her imprisoned.

Faeries hated iron.

Her wings, a purple blur behind her, hummed as she hovered in the middle of the Vault. She was the size of a short human female, with pale skin covered in glittering specks of gold. Purple hair floated about the beautiful creature and her lush breasts heaved.

“You should not be here!” she shouted. “Leave, now!”

“I don’t want to,” I laughed. I had to be the distraction while Xera, with her keen eyes, sought out the runes. According to Faoril, they had to be inside the Vault. “I’m here to see if the stories about you are true.”

“What stories?” the faerie demanded, her hands going to her hips. “Huh?”

“That you are the ugliest faerie in the world. I mean, I thought it was true, but I didn’t realize how ugly you were.”

“Ugly?” A shrill shriek echoed through the vault. “You think I’m ugly, halfling?”

“Oh, yes. I’ve seen ogre backsides that were prettier than you.”

“I am Princess Siona,” the faerie hissed. “I am the most beautiful daughter of Queen Sidhe, the most radiant Faerie Queen. How dare you call me ugly. Call me pretty”

“You’re as pretty as a boil on a barguest’s cock,” I laughed.

She shrieked so loud my ears rang. It echoed through the room. Her purple hair stood on ends as the room crackled with her fury. I dodged through the priceless treasures the Doge had collected, weaving between statues carved of rare stones or cast from precious metals. I dived over chest stuffed with gems and gold coins. I dodged around plinths holding expensive jewelry.

I snatched a pendant with a diamond the size of my fist.

Behind me, the magic crashed into the works of art, knocking over the plinths, cracking the wood of the chest, and rocking the statues on their bases. They wobbled and teetered, threatening to fall over as I laughed, sparks dancing through the air.

“If you are the most beautiful daughter of Queen Sidhe,” I called, “then your mother must be so ugly!”

“She is a radiant being, not a filthy little halfling with such an ugly haircut.”

“It’s practical,” I shrugged. “Your mother is so ugly she sours fresh milk.”

“My mother only sours milk to punish wicked humans! She is not ugly!” The faerie stamped her foot in mid air. “Not ugly at all. You take that back! We’re both beautiful!”

“You’re so ugly, the Doge locked you in his basement to spare his citizens the horror of your visages!”

“You horrible rat!”

Magic lashed out, crashing in a statue before me. I laughed, my feet sliding on the floor as I changed directions. “Your aim is also terrible. Is your ugliness interfering in—”

Marble hands seized my arms. The statue she hit with magic had animated. It lifted me into the air. My legs kicked as I struggled to escape, but the fingers held me tight. The faerie princess fluttered before me, her face twisted with rage.

“You take it all back right now! I am the most beautiful creature you have ever seen. Say it! Stop lying!”

I glanced at Xera as she searched the room. She needed to hurry.

“Say it!” Sharp fingernails pressed against my cheek. Each was painted a deep purple. “I am radiant. Admit it!”

“Xera,” I said, trembling, Siona’s boiling eyes boring into my own.

“Keep distracting her.”

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Journeyman Mage Faoril

The stump held me fast. I had been tricked. I thought I had the upper hand against Master Mage Yolun, but he was craftier. He trapped me in an ouroboros circle. I couldn’t cast any spells. My magic would rebound.

But I could manipulate spells I had already cast.

“You are calmer than I would have expected after this fight,” Yolun said, eyeing me. “There is no way to escape an ouroboros circle. Not with you constrained.”

“I know,” I lied. I tugged and manipulated the knot of sensations in my mind that was Relaria, dominated by the life magic I learned from Fireeyes’s disgusting book. “Is panicking going to accomplish anything?”

“No, no,” he said, “but considering the punishment for attacking a master mage is death, I would expect fear.”

A flutter of fear hit my heart. I would be declared a warlock if Yolun brought a complaint to the Magery Council. “Well, you attacked me first. You lured me here and then demanded my surrender.”

“On the Doge’s order,” he answered. “I have a contract to serve him.”

“And I have a contract with Knight-Errant Angela. I could not let you interfere in our quest.”

“Quest?” he asked. “To kill rampaging imps?”

That was the lie we told the court. “No. To kill the Dragon Dominari.”

He threw back his head and laughed. “No one has been able to harm the dragon for centuries. And why attack her? She hasn’t ventured out of her desolation in our lifetime, or that of our grandfathers’.”

“Doesn’t mean she won’t rampage again. Her desolation was once prosperous farmland. She burned every croft and farm, sent the peasants fleeing, then roasted the combined armies of the Princes of Zeutch when they came to fight her. What if she strikes out again. No dragon that has ever lived is as dangerous as her.”

“And you think you’ll succeed?” He laughed, confident.

Good. Relaria came closer and closer. Keep him distracted. “With the High King’s sword reforged. Angela is his descendant.”

Yolun’s mouth clamped shut. “A woman? Wielding his sword? The symbol of his authority?”

“The Lesbius Oracle prophesied it. We shall defeat Dominari and lift her shadow from the eastern lands.”

“So that is what has Aurelius in an uproar.” The mage shook his head. “The pommel in his Vault.”

I nodded my head. “So you can understand why your interference is a terrible thing. Imagine the good that we will accomplish.”

“The High King’s sword was broken for a reason. No man should ever rule so much territory.”

“Well, Angela is not a man. She’s a woman. She can’t rule. So what do you, or the nation’s, have to fear?”

“Your motivations may be good, but defying the Magery Council and committing theft from one of the most powerful men in the world is rank folly. I shall deliver you to Esh-Esh and let the Council judge your actions today.”

My heart clenched. I couldn’t let that happen. I had to escape. And no matter what, unless I killed him, he would see me branded a warlock. I would be like Fireeyes. Hunted. I would never gain the black robes and join the rank of Master. Bitterness burned at the back of my throat.

Relaria entered the garden. The lamia moved with stealth, her lithe form darting through the smoldering plants and across the cratered grounds. The garden had been beautiful before our battle commenced.

“There is nothing I can say to change your mind?” I asked. “I am only doing what is right.”

“So am I. And what I am doing is also lawful.”

Relaria moved closer. She wiggled beneath a flowering bush, her tail swishing behind her. I kept a firm control over her body, guiding her behind the stump holding me. My skin tightened as she came closer and closer to freeing me.

I would have to strike fast, overwhelm him the moment Relaria freed me.

The lamia crept closer. She wiggled forward on her belly. She reached the edge of the magic circle imprisoning me. Her clawed finger swiped through the dirt and broke the plane, breaking the force rebounding my magic.

I struck.

My magic surged out of the circle. It did not rebound into me and cause me pain. I seized rocks and hurtled them at Master Yolun, hoping to strike him in the head and render him unconscious. They hissed through the air.

Though shocked, he reacted swiftly.

His magic crashed into the stones. The rocks became dust that sprayed over him in a cloud. He coughed even as I melted the stump holding me into a puddle of liquid wood. I darted to the right and seized the dust around him, trying to harden it into a shell about his body.

My ears popped as a huge gale burst from him, whipping the dust away. My red robes billowed about me. Our magic lunged at each other, waring for control over the elements around us. I formed ice lances out of the air which he melted into steam. He summoned stabbing shards of rock to burst around my feet which I transformed into soft mud before touching me.

We wared with wind, water, earth, and fire. We manipulated the elements. The ground shook and the air boomed. We assaulted each other with our skill. It was a battle to see who ran out of their reserves of sexual fluids first.

But I had the advantage.

Relaria crept around behind Yolun as I battled. The catgirl was fierce. She knew how to claw and subdue a man. I implanted the idea in her head when she was in position while simultaneously hardening the ground beneath my feet back into stone instead of the quicksand threatening to swallow me.

With a hiss, Relaria lunged.

She landed on the mage’s back. Her claws tore at his shoulder. He cried out in pain. Energy burst between him and Relaria, an explosion of Fire. The lamia flew away from him, yowling in pain as I sent a thick piece of wood crashing into Yolun’s head while he was distracted.

The mage reeled, spun, and collapsed on the ground, his scalp split open.

The bundle of sensations from Relaria, representing my control over her, popped in my mind like a soap bubble. I staggered, my eyes casting to the lamia. She lay broken before a tree, her flesh blackened from Yolun’s fire, her spine bent in an unnatural horror.

I staggered. I killed her. I brought her here, forced her to attack a master mage, and killed her.

“No, no, no,” I gasped, stumbling across the ground to the lamia. I couldn’t have killed her.

I fell to my knees before her. I rolled the lamia onto her back. Her beautiful face was hidden by blackened skin. Her clothing smoldered. I shook her, but she didn’t move. I sent life magic into her, probing her flesh.

No life remained.

“No!” My body shook. Tears fell from my eyes. What did I do? I used her. She was a puppet. She had no say in attacking Yolun, in risking her life.

Bile rose in the back of my throat. I leaned over and vomited as my body shook.

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Incessae

“Admitted it. You want to play with my tits,” Angela purred as her partisan lunged at me.

“Shut up!” I snarled, my eyes drawn to her heaving breasts.

They were so beautiful. My hands clenched on my weapon, wishing they were holding her soft, plump mounds. Her flesh would squeeze through my fingers. And those nipples were perfect to suck on and…

No. Stop.

I roared in frustration and lunged again, thrusting hard. They were brutal strokes. I had to end this. Juices trickled down my thighs. Every time Angela dodged, those wonderful breasts heaved. It would be such a shame to mar…

Stop being weak!

“Or maybe it’s my cunt you want to lick.” A gorgeous smile crossed Angela’s lips. “Huh? Do you want to fall to your knees and lick my sweet pussy? I bet you do. You’re so wet.”

“Quiet!”

“You’re such a slut!”

“Fucking whore!” I thrust hard.

“But you’re the one dripping. Your juices are flooding out of your cunt. Admit it. You want to taste the centaur’s jizz leaking out my sweet snatch.”

“I’ll kill you! I’ll shove my spear through your guts.”

Angela laughed, parried, and said, “But what you really want to do is thrust your fingers into my cunt. Mmm, I’m so wet and juicy. Imagine your fingers sinking into my depths, teasing me, playing with me. You’ll love making me cum.”

My teeth ground together. My nipples ached. I wanted to tug on my nipple piercings. I wanted to press my thighs together and rub my clit. It burned. I had to be touched. But if I gave in, I would lose my fighting stance.

I had to kill her.

My spear lunged over and over at her, rapid jabs. I had to sap her stamina. She was human. I was a demigoddess. She couldn’t outlast me. But she danced back, deflecting my vicious attacks with ease, a smirk on her lush lips.

“Yes, let those emotions out. You want me. I can feel it burning in your eyes. What are you waiting for, erinyes? Fall to your knees and worship my cunt.”

“Never!”

My screech echoed through the room. I hated her. I hated her more than mother hated High King Peter. I wanted to throw her to the ground and ram my spear into her cunt. I would fuck her so hard with it. She would gasp and moan as she burned.

Her smoking juices would perfume the air. Such a heady bouquet. And then I would…

I shook my head and parried her sweeping partisan at the last second.

“Were you daydreaming?” Angela laughed. “Thinking of my sweet snatch? I understand. It’s the best cunt you’ll ever devour.”

“I wasn’t!”

“You were. And everyone knows it. You want to lick my pussy. You want to devour my cunt. You want to make me cum.”

I shuddered. Visions of falling to my knees sent a wave of heat through my body. The part of me born from my disgusting father yearned for a different battle, the press of hot, wet flesh, gasping bodies, writhing bliss.

I shook my head, driving back the images from my—

Angela’s partisan smacked my spear from my hand. It fell to the floor, and its flames snuffed out as it rolled towards the boots of the watching soldiers. Their eyes all burned with lust. They stared at us with hungry eyes.

They wanted to watch me feast on Angela’s cunt.

“Stop looking at me!” I screamed as Angela’s partisan swung.

What was wrong with me? The fight. I had to—

Angela’s polearm swept my feet out from beneath me. I crashed backward and landed with a hard thud. And then she was over me. Her foot slammed down between my breasts, pressing me to the ground. Cum dripped from her cunt, splattering my belly.

“Time to eat my juicy cunt,” Angela grinned.

I stared at her messy cunt, licking my lips. I wanted to devour it. I wanted to feast on the centaur’s cum dripping out of her snatch. But Mother needed her justice.

Why was I so weak?

“Don’t stand there, capture her,” the Doge screamed.

I blinked, trying to drive away my lust. Angela hadn’t won yet.

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Knight Errant Angela

My pussy burned. Saying those words, watching her body react, made me so wet. The bitch needed to be put in her place. I wanted to slam my cunt on her mouth, grind on her, and make her lick me clean of the centaur’s cum until I exploded.

Then I would be free of the erinyes and Slata’s vengeance.

But I had forgotten about the guards watching me. At the Doge’s words, they sprang towards me, stabbing with their partisans. I twisted away from Incessae, raising my weapon and deflecting one guard’s attack into another. Then I dodge a third.

They came at me from every direction. A forest of sharp points hungered to find my flesh. I spun my weapon, blocking, defecting, knocking them back. It was a delaying action. There were too many attacks coming from too many directions for me to win.

I lost. I defeated Incessae and it didn’t matter. I would fight. I would force them to kill me, but my quest ended here. I wouldn’t die at the maw of the dragon, but at the spears of the Doge of Raratha, my name attainted, forever remembered as a black knight.

A criminal.

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Xerathalasia

“Say I am beautiful,” Sophia the Faerie Princess shrieked.

I glanced at Minx. She struggled in the grasp of a statue. The faerie’s hands fondled her breasts as she hovered before the halfling. Minx squirmed, but the statue held both her forearms. She couldn’t move her hands and seize a tool from her pouch.

But she held the faerie’s attention. I kept my eyes moving, searching for the iron runes. They were hidden with cunning. My eyes swept across the stone, peering for any false covering, joints that were too wide, too small, a break in the Dwarven craftsmanship. I ran my fingers across the wall as I circled the vault, searching for minute imperfections.

“How can you say these magnificent breast are ugly? Huh? I am perfect. Admit it!”

“Perfect for kraken’s vomit washed up on the shore,” chortled Minx.

She was fearless. I smiled and shook my head. I had to focus on finding the iron runes. They had to be somewhere in the wall. The faerie’s magic couldn’t past the circle made by the runes. As she threw about her magic, the power washed across the floor and rippled into the wall.

Right?

“Taste my pussy juices. These are the juices of a beautiful princess, not a…a…disgusting filth.”

Minx gagged as the faerie princess rammed pussy-covered fingers into Minx’s mouth. The halfling shuddered and struggled in the animated statue’s grasp, her short legs kicking. They were slim, flashing with her metallic-bronze skin, her short britches molded to her flesh, so tight the impression of her vulva could be seen, a plump crease…

Focus.

“My pussy taste amazing, admit it.”

“I’ve had better,” Minx shrugged.

My smile grew as the faerie shrieked.

I focused on the floor. The signs of her magic washed across the tiles like water, leaving a glittery film behind, like the waves churned in a brackish pond retreating from the shore and demarcating how high up the beach the water had flowed. The glitter came almost to the wall, but it didn’t touch it. My heart beat with excitement. I fell to my hands and knees, searching the boundary. The stones were hard beneath my bare knees, but I ignored the discomfort.

“You are a foul-mouthed rat,” the princess hissed. “You’re ugly. Look at those small tits.”

“Oh, they’re perfect for my body size,” Minx laughed. “I know I’m sexy. And you know it. Stop lying.”

“I’m lying? You’re the evil cunt that won’t acknowledge my regal beauty.”

“I don’t know,” Minx side. “Turn around. Let me get a good look at you.”

The faerie turned, shaking her perfect rump, almost thrusting it into Minx’s face. “See. Perfect. Admit I have a perfect ass.”

“Eh.”

The faerie princess shrieked. Her wings hummed. She shoved her ass into Minx’s face. I tried not to chortle as Minx gasped and sputtered. The faerie let out a coo. “Lick my ass. You love it. It’s a perfect ass. Everyone wants to lick it.”

My sensitive finger brushed across the tile and froze. It passed over the slightest rise. I couldn’t even see the dimple in the tile. I stroked the rise, tracing it. Was it an artifact of its manufacture, or the rune. It had a shape, purpose, angular lines.

A rune.

I drew my wooden dagger and scratched at the tile. Paint flacked off, a thick lacquer glaze. Set into the tile was an iron rune, dull gray. It was Dwarven craftsmanship at its finest. I doubt any human could have ever detected the subtle difference.

But I did.

I worked the dagger’s blade between iron and tile. I pried at it while the faerie princess shrieked demands at Minx. The iron rune wiggled. Stone creaked. I leveraged my blade and the rune popped out of the tile.

My ears twitched as energy washed over me. It flowed out of the room, escaping from the circle of iron. The faerie princess gasped and spun around, staring at me. Her eyes widened. Tears filled them as she fluttered to me.

“Y-you freed me.”

“I did, your highness,” I said, rising. “I—”

The faerie princess through herself at me. Her slim body hugged me tight as her wet tears soaked my neck. I held her as she sobbed. Minx gasped, falling free of the statue, a huge grin on her face, then she began gathering the treasure in the room.

“You saved me. Thank you.” The princess kissed me. “Thank you.” Each one was punctuated by a kiss. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

She broke away from me. “I am Princess Sophia, daughter of Queen Sidhe. I am eternally in your debt, noble elf.” Her magic sparkled above her outstretched palm. A four-leaf clover appeared, speckled with glittering flakes of gold. She tucked it behind my ear. “You have earned a boon. Call upon me, and if it is in my power, you have earned your wish.”

Princess Sonia turned. “And you…you will apologize to me.”

“You’re cute,” Minx shrugged. “But not the most beautiful creature I’ve seen.”

Siona shrieked, then flew out of the vault and found her freedom.

I shook my head at Minx, smiling. She raced to the plinth and snagged the pommel. Greed burned in her sapphire eyes. She bounced the pommel on the palm of her hand, the other holding a sack already bulging with treasure.

Minx slipped the pommel into the sack then walked to me and smacked my ass. “Come on, we have to loot this place. That pirate captain’s gonna want her booty.”

“Sure,” I smiled, my ass warm. She was a joyful creature to be around.

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

Journeyman Mage Faoril

I wiped at my mouth and looked away from Relaria. In my mind, I replayed the moment of her death over and over. My will pressing on my control over her, guiding her, forcing her to be my weapon. My distraction. I stood, wiping away my tears.

I was empty inside. I had heaved up my dinner and more. I smoothed my robes then brushed the book in my pocket. His book. I pulled out the notebook. I had argued that all knowledge, no matter how it was gained, was useful.

How useful was mind-control? How useful was forcing a creature to die?

The book burst into flames. It didn’t burn my palm. I controlled the heat. Ashes flaked away in the breeze. The fire burned hot, consuming the book in heartbeats. The gray spilled out my hand, falling to the ground, leaving my palm stained.

I stumbled through the garden to the door back into the palace. I was lured away for a reason. Angela, Sophia, and Chaun were in danger. Maybe Xera and Minx, too. Everything had gone wrong.

Relaria’s yowls followed me.

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Knight-Errant Angela

“Stop!” the Doge cried out. “Don’t kill her. Put your weapons down.”

I blocked a thrust. The guards froze, frowned. They looked confused as they backed away from me. The Doge’s commands were frantic. I turned. Sophia had her naked body pressed behind the Doge, her dagger at his throat. She spoke into his ear.

“Now, now, hurry. Can’t you see. She’ll kill me. Surrender.”

Sophia always found new ways to surprise me.

I whirled on the erinyes. Incessae rose, shaking her head. I lunged at her, knocking her to the ground with the partisan. She rolled onto her back, her tits heaving. “Don’t you forget, you have to worship my pussy.”

“You fucking cunt,” Incessae gasped as I seized her red hair and hauled her up. “You’re a whore.”

“That’s you,” I told her as I pulled her face to my pussy. “You’re the whore, remember? You’re the one who couldn’t control her lusts. That’s why you lost.”

“Damn my father,” she moaned. “And damn your cunt.”

Then she feasted. I threw the partisan to the ground as her hungry tongue licked through my folds, gathering the centaur’s cum that hadn’t poured out of my pussy. My hips undulated, grinding on her, savoring my victory.

The final erinyes had succumbed. I was free of Slata’s vengeance.

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Chaun

I gulped down Sophia’s healing potion. I had to stop singing. The pain instantly roared back, trying to kill me. But the warmth of the potion flooded through me, attacking the agony, driving it back, restoring my health, if not my clothing.

My tunic was torn and ruined, and my hose and codpiece were soaked by my blood.

The Doge hung in the air, suspended by Faoril. The mage stared at him with glassy eyes, her arms hugging herself. Her robes were stained with dirt and ash. More smudged her face and clung to her hair. She had her own fight.

And it left her haunted.

Sophia dressed while Angela hurried out of the hall. I stood. The Doge’s soldiers watched us with weary eyes, their weapons on the floor. The Doge himself blubbered as he slowly spun in the air, completely at our mercy.

“Well, it’s safe to we’ve been exposed as miscreants,” I said, striding to Sophia.

“Safe to say,” she nodded. “Mother will not be pleased with me. I imagine High Virgin Vivian will expel me from the order when we return to Shesax.” Sophia sighed. “Maybe the dragon will kill us.”

I laughed and nodded. “Well, trust me, I’ve had one ruler sign my death warrant. We’ll manage.”

“You sound confident.”

My smile faded. Prince Gruber of Kivnar hardly had the power of the Doge of Raratha. Though the Doge ruled only a city, the wealth of nations flowed through his port. He would want vengeance and his property restored.

There was no turning back for me. I was united with Angela and her quest. I would risk the dangers and not for the reward. We would be outlaws, Lady Delilah’s promise impossible to fulfill. But Angela needed me. I had bled with her. And now I would be a fugitive with her. Angela’s order would strip her from their ranks, Faoril’s Magery Council would call her a warlock for her crimes. Only Xera’s and Thrak’s people would not care what we did.

And Minx’s. But she was already a thief.

Angela returned in her armor, our saddlebags slung over her shoulders. Xera and Minx followed after, a huge grin on the halfling thief’s mischievous face. She chortled at the sight of the Doge spinning in the air then produced the pommel.

“We did it,” she laughed. “Broke into your Vault, your Dogeness.”

“Your Excellency,” corrected Sophia.

“We have to go,” Angela said, her face stern. You never would have known she had a screaming orgasm on the erinyes’s face only a few minutes ago. The erinyes herself had fled after she made Angela cum, one hand shoved between her thighs, masturbating herself.

“Let’s get our horses and be gone,” Sophia said.

Angela shook her head. “We can’t get them down the cliff and to the boat with ease.”

Sophia’s face fell. She deeply cared for her horse. “I-I understand.”

Angela closed her eyes, blinking against tears. Midnight, her charger, was a part of what made her a knight. She shifted the saddlebags slung over her shoulders. Sophia reached out and pulled off her own saddlebag, packed with her personal items, from Angela’s shoulder. I took mine, making sure my enchanted chest was still in the saddlebags—it held all my clothing.

“Faoril,” Angela said.

“Hmm?” the mage asked, looking at Angela with a blank face.

“We’re leaving. Bring the Doge.”

“Bring me where?” he spluttered, face white.

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Minx

My bare feet touched the sand at the bottom of the cliff. Faoril’s fire still blazed above, holding the Doge prisoner and keeping him out of mischief. The climb down was…strange. The rocks kept moving, forming steps for us to march down. Those steps vanished behind us, shoved back into the cliff by Faoril’s magic. The mage was at the rear.

“I take it things did not go to plan?” Thrak asked as we trooped across the strand.

“It was their fault,” I said, thumbing over my shoulder. “Xera and I were perfect.” I shook my sack loaded with loot. “This should make Thyrna happy.”

Thrak nodded his head. “Sophia, what happened?”

“Incessae,” the acolyte hissed. “She’s been dealt with. But the Doge’s knows we were there to rob him.”

“Did you kill him?”

Sophia gave the orc a strange look then marched past him. Angela followed, the knight in her armor, looking powerful and majestic, her kite shield strapped to her arm, her breastplate and pauldrons gleaming in the rising moon as she climbed into the longboat.

I hopped in and Xera set beside me. I hadn’t been on a ship since I left Baraconia with my sister years ago. I couldn’t believe I was heading back. But the next piece of the sword was on the Island of Birds. Unable to resist, I pulled out the pommel, staring at it.

“May I have that?” Angela asked, her eyes steely. It was a polite request masking her demand.

“Sure.” It was useless to me until Faoril restored it, then I would steal the sword and become so rich.

“Faoril,” Thrak said. “Are you okay?”

“Fine,” the mage muttered then ducked around the orc and his spread-wide arms. She climbed into the boat and sank down, staring at her soot-stained hands.

Thrak and Chaun were the last to climb in. The orc stared at Faoril, his swarthy face puzzled. The sailors pushed us out into the swell. The brawny men climbed in and rowed us out into the Nimborgoth and to the waiting pirate ship. The sailors grunted with each stroke, their oars creaking against wood, waves slapping against the hull. It was the only sound. Everyone was silent. We had broken into the Great Vault, stolen the Doge’s treasure, and escaped.

And none of them were excited. They all were mopey. I rolled my eyes.

“Angela,” Chaun said, cutting through the silence.

“Yes?”

“I have to confess that I was not entirely truthful when we met in Lor-Khev.”

“I knew it,” Sophia said. “You were waiting for us.”

Chaun nodded. “A Lady Delilah hired me to—”

“Lady Delilah?” snarled Angela. Her hand went to her neck, grasping a garnet pendant she wore. “She hired you. Are you certain?”

Chaun nodded. “Yes, fiery hair, a curvy figure. Mature and powerful with a sensual presence about her.”

“What is she up to?” Angela demanded, her hand clenching on her necklace.

“Fiery hair?” I asked. Like Adel, my elf partner. I was the inside plant in the party to steal the High King’s sword once it was reforged. It was Adel’s plan.

“Yes,” Angela said, her voice thick with longing and anger. “What does she want? Why did she give me this pendant, and why did Fireeyes have its twin?”

“Fireeyes?” I asked, completely confused.

Only the grunts of sailors, creak of oars, and slap of waves answered me.

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Doge Aurelius

The fires spluttered out around me.

I sighed in relief. The unmanly tears I had cried still stained my cheeks. I wiped at them as I turned to stare at the Nimborgoth, the rising moon splashing silver across its waves. Angela was on the sea. She had escaped down to the beach. A boat must be out there, lurking in the dark.

“Maregatus!” I snarled.

My seneschal strode up in his toga, the cloth draping over his bony body. “Yes, your excellency.”

“I want ships sailing to every port in the Nimborgoth spreading my bounty for Angela and her companions. A 1000 gold dupondius for her companions, 5000 for her. Dead or alive, I do not care. Another 5000 for the pommel.”

“They will leave on the morning tide, your Excellency.”

“Then I want a courier sent to King Edward. I want to know why a knight from his kingdom would pillage my storeroom and threaten my person. I want answers from the Knights Deute and recompense for the action of their member.”

“I will send the courier on a pegasus. Anything else?”

“Only her head.” She made me cry. My entire court witnessed me blubber like a child. “I want her head mounted before my palace gates! And I want all her companions to join her. That Las-damned halfling, Sophia, the bard, all of them!”

The END of Book Five

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After being dumped at the altar I try to get even with every woman that I can.

Author’s Note: The intimate details of the sex acts themselves are missing in this story. You may wish to read another story if that is your only interest.

Four F’s

What are the four F’s?

Find ‘em, feel ‘em, fuck ‘em, and forget ‘em.

Every young man my age knew that saying.

I never really went along with that idea until recently. I had been in a serious relationship for over a year. I had given Suzy Q an engagement ring and we had set a date to be married. Things were going great. I was standing next to Tim my best friend and my best man too, waiting for my bride to walk down the aisle. She never arrived. Suzy Q stood me up in front of my parents, our friends, and God! When the Bride’s father walked down the aisle alone there was a hush. You could have heard a pin drop, literally. Each step that he took was like a man on death row going to the electric chair. I think my heart stopped between each step. He came up to me, put his arms around me, and whispered into my ear that my future wife had called off the wedding. He and Tim lowered me to the church steps to sit as he then told the rest of the guests that the wedding was called off. He only said that the bride had changed her mind and that all of their gifts would be returned.

Later of course I found out the truth. Suzy Q did not want to be tied down with marriage. She had been a cheating slut ever since the day we had met. She had fucked over a hundred guys since that day too, including my best man. Tim was no gentleman however he had never said a word to me about it. At first I hated him but then I knew why he hadn’t told me. He had never seen me any happier in my life. He knew that I was head over heals in love with that woman. He also knew that I wouldn’t have believed him. That’s why he never told me.

So together Tim and I planned my revenge. Suzy Q was not a shy girl at all and had let me take pictures of her all the time. Most of the pictures were nudes both indoors and outdoors. She loved to flash her tits, ass, and pussy out in public so that I could that her picture. Suzy Q had even suggested that we make our own pornographic movies and we had. Together we had made three of them, compiled them, and even added titles and credits. Just as a joke one day Suzy Q printed out a professional model release, signed it, and gave it too me. That was when we were in love, but I still had it.

With Tim’s help I bought an Internet address and put up my revenge site. I offered subscriptions to the photo area and I sold copies of all three of our DVDs. Tim and I posted almost two thousand photos of Suzy Q. We subscribed to a place that would accept credit and debit cards for us and another place that would help advertise our site. Once that was done we got drunk for a week.

When Tim and I finally sobered up and checked back in on our site we had a ton of emails requesting Suzy Q’s DVDs. It took us two whole days to make enough copies to send out and we had to rent six more computers to do it. However the money was very good.

A week later after checking our income I finally held up a bottle of beer and said, “Thank you Suzy Q for leaving me at the altar!”

Tim raised his glass and said, “From now on it’s the four F’s for us! Find ‘em, feel ‘em, fuck ‘em, and forget ‘em!”

I added, “And don’t forget about Fhotographing the fucking bitches too!”

Tim added, “Then post their cunts on the Internet and make money off from them too!”

So the “Five F’s” were invented. Find ‘em, feel ‘em, fotograph ‘em, fuck ‘em, and then forget ‘em.

Life became a fuck game after that. Tim and I had a contest to see how many girls we could seduce into bed. He was a little more crude than I was. Hell who am I kidding he was a whole lot more crude than I was. He actually hit the sleazy bars late at night asking any halfway decent woman if she wanted to go home with him and get fucked. He was doing pretty well at about two or three girls a week. They were usually so fucking drunk that we could do anything that we wanted to do to them.

We had a fully stocked bar in our loft apartment and we kept plenty of beer around too just in case. His drunken broads were not to bad. The hard part was trying to get them to sign the model release so of course we lied to them any way we could. We usually told them that it was a form that the Alcohol Bureau makes us get signed so that we can give the booze away for free. The funny part is that it works about ninety percent of the time with his drunken broads.

Once they signed the release she was all ours to do with as we pleased. With the music turned up and the alcohol flowing like water it was no time at all before she was up on our little stage dancing for us like a real stripper. We even had a stack of Monopoly Money that we would throw at them and stuff down their waistband. The drunken broads always got naked for us and we always got plenty of pictures too. Our bathroom didn’t have a door on it but no one really complained about it. Most of his drunks would always have to pee a few times and would even take a shower with him as I took pictures for our web site. Fucking her was certainly no problem at all because that was why she had come to our apartment in the first place. I didn’t want to risk getting some sexually transmitted disease from them so I always used condoms with his chicks. They would let us stick just about anything up their pussies too so we had a nice assortment of dildos, candles, and wine bottles. One said that she was a auto mechanic and asked us to fuck her with screw drives, pliers, and hammers too.

Well now to my tactics. I sure wasn’t into a long-term relationship with a woman but I still had the desire to wine and dine them. I wanted to finesse them into bed. The first thing that I did was make peace with Suzy Q’s family. Then I tried to get sympathy from Suzy Q’s younger sister Debby Q and one of Suzy Q’s best friends Yvonne also, both at the same time of course. I also touched the hearts of Bonny the checkout girl at my grocery store, Candy the waitress at the dinner that I eat breakfast at, and with Heather one of my co-workers. All five at the same time I might add. I know the co-worker thing was by accident but she was cute and she really wanted me. Yes I know the old saying; don’t shit where you eat but like I said Heather was really cute and she really wanted me too.

I started with my almost future sister-in-law Debby Q she was just twenty years old and she wasn’t old enough to drink yet but she sure liked Sloe Comfortable Screws and that was exactly what I intend to give her.

I started out by making her a couple of regular ‘Sloe Comfortable Screw’ drinks with an ounce of sloe gin, a half ounce of Southern Comfort, and then fill the glass with orange juice. They went down so well that I offered her a ‘Long Slow Comfortable Screw Up Against the Wall.’ I mixed together an ounce of vodka, an ounce of sloe gin, and an ounce of Southern Comfort in a tall glass over ice. Then I filled it with orange juice and floated an ounce of Galliano on top to make the wall. She loved watching me hold the spoon on the surface of the drink as I poured the Galliano into it so that if floated on top of the glass instead of sinking to the bottom and mixing in.

That was the key to unlocking her treasure box. After a few of those ‘Long Slow Comfortable Screw Up Against the Wall’ drinks Debby Q was ready for action. I asked her if I could take pictures and that excited her like it had her sister. When I asked her about signing a model release she only asked for a pen. That was way too easy. After that she danced on my stage, undressed for me, and even took a shower for me so that I could take pictures of her. She was everything that her sister had been and more. She masturbated, shoved dildos up her pussy, and let me fuck her three times before asking me to take her home that first night. She was great. I had chosen the wrong sister to marry that’s for sure. I made her my Saturday night girl. I would need a lot more pictures of her. We even started our first sex DVD too. She was so much like her sister that it was scary. I couldn’t help but wonder about getting her mother in on the action too. Nah!

Next I went after Yvonne, Suzy Q’s best friend and her bride’s maid. She had come on to me a few times in the past when Suzy Q wasn’t around. She wasn’t as classy as Suzy and Debby but she sure was very desirable. When she asked me for a drink called ‘Sex on Gilligan’s Island’ I had to look it up. Then I mixed one ounce of everything and put it in a glass for her. It contained cranberry juice orange juice, pineapple Juice, Peach Schnapps, and Vodka. The glasses were small and they went down quickly. Yvonne didn’t usually drink them that quickly we had been out together but she had something on her mind and apparently needed the courage. Finally she admitted that she had wanted to steal me away from Suzy Q but hadn’t because of their friendship. Now that Suzy Q had dumped my ass Yvonne wanted me.

So I told Yvonne all about Suzy Q flashing for me, posing naked, and us making three pornographic DVDs. She said that she all ready knew all about it, Suzy Q had told her. Then Yvonne asked to see one of the DVDs. She even asked for it by name. As we watched the DVD Yvonne kept saying that she could do better. Finally I told her to prove it. Then with Yvonne’s permission I called Tim to come home and operate the camera. Yvonne really liked the idea of someone else watching her making love to me. I got the impression that she considered me a trophy fuck, which was exactly what I thought about her. She signed the model release willingly and even wanted a few more drinks. She said that it was to loosen her up a little more. I wondered if it was to help her get up enough courage to go through with it. Yvonne was definitely trying to out do her girlfriend and I was glad that I was going to be on the receiving end.

Yvonne could hardly wait until Tim arrived. She was primed when he came in the door, then she could hardly wait until he got the camera in his hand. As soon as Tim had it turned on she kissed me and jumped up on the stage to quickly strip for us. After a few very sexy dances up there she moved to the top of the bar as I fixed her another drink. She even peed in the stainless steel ice bucket for us. Now that was nice to watch. She had great bladder control and could shut off the flow and start it again at will. I watched in awe as she stood several quarters up on their edges on the top of the bar then squatted down and picked them up with her pussy lips and dropped them in a glass. What amazing control! She said that if we liked that we would love her next act.

This time Yvonne lit a cigarette and got on my bed. She was naked of course and put her ankles behind her ears. Then she took the cigarette from her mouth and slipped it into her pussy. She pulled it out and amazingly a smoke ring puffed out of her pussy. Tim and I watched as Yvonne’s pussy smoked the whole damn cigarette. Her very talented pussy must have blown fifty or more perfect smoke rings. Each one went up into the air. Several of the rings landed on one of her breasts. It was out of this world. Tim got it all on video while I got it all on still pictures. When we asked her to smoke another cigarette she laughed and said that she was trying to cut down. However she said that she would be happy to do it again for the next DVD, perhaps outside. Wow! Yvonne was already thinking about another DVD, she really was intent on surpassing Suzy Q.

When we got to the sex scenes I got to fuck Yvonne’s pussy with her tied to the bed. Tim fucked her in the ass while she was bent over our coffee table. I got some great shots of that. Then about an hour later we did a double penetration and switched holes. Tim got her pussy and I got her asshole while Yvonne moaned and groaned with the best of them. She pretended that she was directing that sex scene and shouted out directions like deeper, harder, and faster as she wanted it. She may have faked some but I counted eight Earth-shattering World-rocking orgasms that started in her toes and worked their way up to her throat.

Yvonne kept us entertained by periodically calling her asshole the fudge tunnel, her poop chute, and even her butt pussy, which made us all smile. She referred to her pussy as Cupid’s Alley, Venus’s honey pot, her fuzzy cup, and even her prick purse. Apparently she had learned a few things by looking them up on the Internet. What ever it was it was terrific and would make the DVD a good seller.

As we settled down Yvonne asked me if Debby Q knew about the sex movies that her sister had made. She said that Debby was just as competitive with Suzy as she had been and would probably do a few DVDs too. Yvonne suggested that perhaps she and Debby could do a few together too. What a hell of a great idea!

Bonny the sweet checkout girl at my grocery store took me up on my invitation. At first she was too young and innocent for me to take advantage of. Then I figured that she needed to learn about life sooner or later and it might as well be from me.

Bonny was definitely the ‘Fuzzy Navel’ type because it doesn’t taste like booze. So I mixed an ounce and a half of peach schnapps with orange juice in a glass of ice and handed it too her. As I though it wasn’t hard to get her silly. She liked them and drank a few. Bonny signed the model release without a single concern. She seemed to enjoy the freedom that the booze gave her. It gave her the excuse that she needed to be as wild as she wanted to be. She could always blame it on the booze. So be it!

All I had to do was ask and Bonny did! She enjoyed getting naked and posing for me but she wasn’t ready for Tim yet. Bonny did somersaults, cartwheels, and handstands in our living area. I had to laugh when she did a Russian split and her moist pussy made a smacking sound when she hit the freshly waxed floor. It was if her pussy was kissing the floor. Bonny did it a few more times for the video. I loved it! Bonny was still a cheerleader and still in high school but she was eighteen years old, that much I was sure of. I was glad that it was a Friday and Bonny had lied to her mother about where she was spending the night.

When it came to sex Bonny was not very experienced. She wasn’t a virgin but she had only let two boys fuck her before. She had not been fucked ten times in her life and even said that for her DVD. I told her that it would be much better if my roommate could film it for us. Bonny said that it would be okay but she begged me not to let him fuck her. She was afraid that she would become a slut or a whore if she did. I laughed but if I could fuck her a few times that was fine by me. The first time I fucked her I just set up the camera and made love to her like an innocent young schoolgirl needs. Then after a nice shower I contacted Tim to come home. He took one look at Bonny and fell in love her instantly. What was there not to like about her? That second time Bonny got on top of me and put on just the sweetest performance that you ever wanted to see. Her tiny titties bounced even nicer that Yvonne’s bigger ones had. Her youth gave her that special beauty. After our third time I just cuddled into her and Tim filmed us falling asleep. Bonny had a real smile on her face. By the way she likes to sleep with her tits outside the covers.

In the morning when Bonny was sober she was still as frisky and still wanted to be filmed going to the toilet, brushing her teeth, and taking a shower. All of that before we made love two more times. Then she felt the need to go home. We were on again for the following Friday too. Tim and I could hardly wait. He really wanted a piece of her.

Candy the waitress at the dinner that I eat breakfast at was a little different than any of the other girls so far. Candy was a gum smacking, hip shaking, and toe tapping mama. She was a single mother, loved rock and roll music, and worked at one of those retro fifties diners. She was fast with a come back and could give those truckers a run for their money.

Now when it came to fixing drinks for Candy she seemed to like ‘Sexaholic’ and ‘Sexy Slut Named Bertha.’ I had to look them both up. ‘Sexaholic’ was made with one-ounce limejuice, two-ounces Vodka and one-ounce Raspberry Schnapps. The mixing instructions were cute. Mix raspberry schnapps and limejuice then add the vodka. Make more and have lots of sex. Make more I did. The ‘Sexy Slut Named Bertha’ required one-ounce of cola, one-ounce of cranberry juice, and six-ounces of Jack Daniels. I put the Jack Daniels in a highball glass, add a little bit of cola, a touch of cranberry juice, and then handed it to her. It was a powerful drink and made Candy very merry!

The sex theme in her drinks was no mistake. She radiated sex in her speech, in her mannerism, and especially in the way she walked. Candy was dandy all right. When I mentioned nude pictures to her and maybe making a porno movie she was all for it and very willing to sign the model release. I told her that she might even get some money for making it if it actually sold any copies. I knew that would spur her on to do a better job. It sure did. At her own suggestion Candy let Tim and I fuck her until we couldn’t get it up anymore then she made a few phone calls. Within an hour there were a dozen big crude truckers taking turns fucking Candy. She was spurring them on, begging for more, and getting it too. They took her one, two, and even three at a time. The more the better as far as Candy was concerned. Tim and I enjoyed the more the merrier atmosphere too. Candy actually wore them all out and begged for more. In the end she was jumping up and down for joy. Her titties were bouncing and she was the queen of the orgy.

Heather my sweet little co-worker was very special. She was not much of a drinker even though she was twenty-three years old. When I suggested a very pretty drink called ‘Sex With Smurfette’ Heather loved the idea. She loved that cartoon when she was younger and could watch it enough. It is made with one-ounce of blue Curacao, one-ounce of vodka, half-ounce of Blueberry Schnapps and then fill the glass with Sprite. She liked the appearance especially the blue color. Plus she said that it tasted really nice.

Heather was extremely old-fashioned. At the end of our first date as I walked her to her door I got a goodnight kiss. On the second date I received a few kisses during the date but my hand was stopped from touching her breasts through her blouse. Then on our third date I was allowed to fondle her breasts from the outside of her blouse and bra however I couldn’t get near her pussy.

Heather was a ‘nice girl’ and a twenty-three-year-old virgin. She was saving herself for marriage. She said that as long as I behaved myself and went slowly that she would allow me more privileges as our relationship progressed.

Heather was not going to be an easy nut to crack. That was fine with me. Sometimes the things that are the easiest to get are not worth having. Besides I had my hands full of sex with all of the others that Tim and I had on the line. Plus if we didn’t have anything else lined up he would go bar hopping and bring something home.

Yvonne and Debby Q did get together for a couple of lesbian DVDs. They were very good at it too and said that Suzy had turned them both on to beaver eating. They invited other girls to come over and join in too. From the top of the loft we could look down on a seven-girl Daisy Chain. The web site was making money left and right off that one. Sex certainly does sell!

Bonny my little checkout cheerleader talked a few of her girlfriends into helping her make a nude cheerleader video. It became one of our best sellers.

Candy never came back. She said that once she had done something she just had to move on. I guess she was really a slut but tried to hide it. Her video was a good seller but of course I never gave her a penny of the profit from it. In fact I found someplace else to eat breakfast too. With Heather!

As time went on I got the idea of revenge out of my system. I wined and dined Heather my little Smurfette for several months. She started posing nude for me after we became engaged but I never posted those pictures to the Internet.

Tim now runs the Internet business and I still get some of the royalties.

Yes, Heather was still a virgin on our wedding night when I broke her cherry.

Sex with Smurfette is very, very good.

Smurfette and I made our own DVD. It started with our wedding, Heather loosing her virginity, and ending with the birth of our third child. Even Tim has never seen that one.

The End
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