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Sisters get raped and abused for trying to steal.

The horror story is purely fictitious and is for educational and entertainment purposes only. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters depicted are over the age of 18. This chapter may be distributed freely as long as you don’t charge for it.

Price of Fame, Chapter 8.0

By Emily Wendling

Copyright 2021

Stephanie was so caught up with herself that she forgot about her sister. Riley had a large man in front of her fucking her throat. He squeezed Stephanie’s head with both large hands as he pounded her oral cavity. She gurgled loudly; the small throat was forced to accept the thick cock. Riley’s face was beet red. She gasped for air as her hands pulled against the chains holding them. The throat muscles constricted forcefully against the invader.

The leader pulled out of Stephanie. His cock was completely covered with her juices and his sperm. He slapped her on her buttocks before walking away, causing her to squeal in pain. Another man walked behind and forced himself in. The cock tore into her defenseless cunt. Loud groans echoed from her throat and out through the ring gag. The groans became screams as he speared her pussy with more force. He shoved his way through the resisting muscles.

He was rough with her to maximize the pain she felt with every thrust. The stranger’s hands pawed at her hips and then moved to her shoulders. He then moved his hands to the front. The rough hands squeezed her breasts and tortured her nipples. Muscles on his thighs flexed when he pressed in and relaxed when he pulled out. The cock was large enough that Stephanie bit down and cried in pain with every movement.

Stephanie took a moment and watched her little sister’s torment. She wished she could do something to help. She looked over her right shoulder and gazed at her attacker, to plead with him to stop. He just grinned at her and continued. She moved her focus back onto Riley. The man abusing Riley started to grunt and his body convulsed. The way Riley’s body jerked violently against the chains told Stephanie he was cuming down her sister’s unwilling throat. He then pulled out, leaving just the head in her mouth and blasted a few more shots.

The man behind Stephanie kept squeezing her breasts hard. He squeezed them with all his might. He would also pinch her nipples and would only stop when he heard her squeal in agony. Her breasts were on fire and her body damaged. The next five men used Stephanie’s body as their sex toy. Each of them finished inside her vagina. She was horrified that she would be pregnant after this is all over.

The next man stood in front of Riley, glaring down at her. Before he inserted his cock into her oral cavity, he slapped her multiple times. It was hard enough to send her hair airborne. Both of her cheeks were bright red. He then grabbed a bunch of her hair to steady her head, then inserted his cock through the O-ring. In one thrust, he was in the tightness of her throat. Choking sounds echoed throughout the room.

Large amounts of saliva came back out of her mouth and completely covered the cock. The slimy clear substance flowed down the base and then covered his balls. The more she choked, the more it added to his pleasure. He then pulled completely from her mouth. His penis stood straight and proud, and it glistened with her saliva. He pushed it back in. His body then tensed, and his cock throbbed, as he spurted large quantities of sperm directly into her belly.

Riley could not breathe as her throat and airways were flooded. Her esophagus spasmed as wave after wave of sperm made its trip down. Some came back up and bathed her tongue and cheeks completely. The man pulled out and walked away. The next stranger came up and repeated the same procedure.

~

The leader walked up to Stephanie and removed her ring gag. Not only did he want to hear her pleading, but he also needed her to be able to answer some of his questions and statements. Once he removed her mouth gag, she adjusted her ached jaws and then started to beg him for mercy. He took some time to explain to Stephanie that it will get a lot worse for the two if they do not agree to obey from here on out. There will be serious penalties. Maybe even death. He pulled out a knife and ran it slowly along her neck. Enough for her to feel the sharpness, but not break the skin.

“We will do whatever you say, just please don’t kill us.” Stephanie pleaded.

Stephanie groveled continuously. He informed her that he is happy they came to an understanding. Another man walked behind Stephanie. She felt the head of the cock rubbed up and down the length of her vagina, before being moved to her anus. She shifted her hips to prevent him from accomplishing his goal. She felt both hands on her hips to hold her tight. Pressure from the cock intensified against her anus. Stephanie clenched her anus muscles to prevent entry. The intruder applied more pressure. The muscles began to yield.

“No! No! Please tell him to stop. It is not meant to go there. Please!” Stephanie pleaded to the leader.

The older sister screamed hysterically as the head busted through the anal ring. Her body trembled. Stephanie’s head shifted left and right in protest. Stephanie felt like her ass was on fire. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she wept and shrieked. Her arms fought valiantly against the chains restraining them. Her thighs trembled and legs wobbled. The poor woman felt the large cock straightening out her intestines.

Upon withdrawal, it felt like her intestines were being sucked out. The cock pistoned in and out. Stephanie tried to tighten her muscles to keep the intruder out, but it only caused her more pain. His hands continue to maul her body. Her guts felt like she had the biggest stomachache ever. Her anal muscles clenched and unclenched against his cock. She then felt a flood in her intestines.

Stephanie was not aware, but the men had placed a large bowl under her. It was being used to collect all the sperm flowing out of her vagina and anus. The intruder pulled out of her rectum, and a flood of sperm followed. The gooey liquid landed in the bowl below. The bowl was filling up quickly. Her hips wobbled in pain as the last few drops exited.

Another stranger moved behind Stephanie and forced himself brutally into her anus. Her ass shuddered intensely around the cock. Her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth gaped open. A blood curdling scream reverberated through the room. Stephanie forcefully fought against the chains that held her. With this second cock in her once virgin orifice, her anus was torn. Stephanie was despondent at the turn of the events. An hour ago, she was on stage singing her songs and being loved by thousands. She wondered where it all went wrong.

The horrendous expansion of her anal tract caused immense pain. Her muscles involuntarily squeezed on his cock. The stranger was in rapture. The inferno squeezing of rectum was massaging his cock, as it forced screams of agony from her lips. He thrust as hard as he could. Stephanie’s body jerked viciously against the chains.

The stranger shoved his cock deep into her rectum and began infusing his sperm deep into her anal tract. Her muscles milked the cock. Shot after shot lined her intestines. Stephanie would have crumpled to the floor if it were not for the chains holding her up. The stranger withdrew his cock from her asshole. Stephanie’s anus stayed wide open as large quantities of sperm flowed out. The bowl was almost filled to the top with cum.

She shook her head and cried, pleading with the leader to not do anymore. He told her this must be done as punishment for stealing from them. She needs to go through with it, so her sister does not have to do it. He leaned into her ear and spoke for close to two minutes. The video camera could not pick up the conversation. However, Stephanie was happy that she got a two-minute reprieve.

Fortunately for Stephanie, she could not see behind her. If she did, she would have fainted. A large black man with a tremendous sized cock grabbed her by the waist. Not exactly precise, but it must have been nine inches long, which was not the problem. The problem for Stephanie was that it had a girth of over six inches. He was muscular and looked like he could be Mr. Olympian. The black cock was placed at the entrance of her torn rectum.

“No! I can’t do it! I can’t take it anymore! Argh!” Stephanie shrieked.

The black man pushed forward, but it would not go in. All it did was make Stephanie scream louder. Both her hands gripped the chains. She squeezed so hard it left an imprint on the palms of her hands. She jerked violently against the chains as he tried to push his way in again.

“Please, you can have all the money! Just stop this. We will give you everything!” She pleaded.

Stephanie screamed as the head pushed against her defenseless anus. This time he held on to her hips instead of her shoulders and pushed with all his might. She was convinced her rectum was torn and would never close again. He could only get the head in and no more. He stayed there for a short while. Her legs thrashed wildly, but the spreader bar and chains limited its movements. He then forced the cock deeper.

Hellish screams came from Stephanie’s mouth as her anal track was torn even more. Riley tried to look at her sister. To see what they were doing made her sister scream so loud. But she could not move her head as she was forced to look straight at the man’s belly as he fucked her throat.

Stephanie endured the oversized black cock as it pressed deep into her. He slowly moved deep into her colon. Her anus went through brutal contractions. The black man tried to force the loudest scream he could from her. He relentlessly tore into her ass. She was stretched to epic proportions. She was sure she would need surgery to repair it. The older sister hyperventilated as she shrieked. Her vocal cords were damaged beyond repair.

“Argh! Argh! Get it out!” She yelled.

Her screams were music to his ears. He forced his cock further into her defenseless asshole. Snot flowed free from her nose and salvia dribbled out of her mouth. Her head bounced up and down in pain as she squealed. She arched her back at times, anything trying to alleviate the anguish. Her muscles stretched wide around his cock and extended to its maximum. The brutish black man penetrated her again and again, wounding her even more.

Stephanie believed she was in hell. Her mind was lost. The cock pushed and pulled in her ravaged anus over a long period of time. Every time the black man pulled completely out of her; she could feel the cool air blowing into her intestines because her anus refused to close. The cock began to pulse, and Stephanie could feel her intestines being flooded once again. This repeated over and over. At least another twenty vicious men took Stephanie by her vagina or anus, filling another bowl full of cum.

The men were done and exhausted. They unchained Stephanie. Each man grabbed one of her arms and they guided her to where her sister was. They told her to kneel there. It was hard because her ass was hurting and bleeding. The leader gave instructions to Stephanie and Riley as the two sisters kneeled there, trying to avoid eye contact.

“God… why… God… why.” Stephanie said.

She looked at the ground, used both hands to cover her face and cried.

~

“I am so sorry I got you into this Riley. Please just do as he says, and this will be over.” Stephanie said.

A man removed the ring gag from Riley’s mouth. She was still on her knees, coughing and sputtering all the sperm that she swallowed. The leader then told the sisters to proceed. The camera zoomed in on the two sister’s faces. They embarrassingly gazed each other in the eye.

“I know it’s gross, but please, they will punish us more if we don’t comply.” Stephanie pleaded.

“Kiss each other and make it convincing.” The leader demanded.

The two sisters just look despondent at each other.

“I am not going to say it again.” The leader said.

Stephanie hesitantly leaned in and placed a kiss on Riley’s open mouth. Both sisters were disgusted at being forced to kiss, but they did not want to suffer the consequences of disobeying. Riley was still chained to the squat rack, so Stephanie used her free hands to hold her sister’s head as she kissed her. Stephanie gently parted Riley’s lips and their tongues met. Stephanie could still taste all the sperm that was deposited into her sisters’ mouth and throat.

She wanted to vomit, but she controlled herself. The sisters broke the kiss and stared at each other. The men watching smiled, while the camera zoomed in on the sisters’ faces. Stephanie then planted kisses on Riley’s cheeks, forehead, and then neck. She licked up the dried tears and cum that covered her sister’s face. The two sisters then kissed again, their tongues playing with each other.

When the two sisters’ mouths parted, strings of saliva and cum pulled apart between them. Stephanie took control and kissed her sister passionately and the men cheered them on. The leader had the men pour the sperm in the bowls into four separate cups. The men brought the four cups over to where the two sisters were making out.

Stephanie was instructed to look at the ceiling and open her mouth wide, which she did. The leader then poured enough sperm that it filled her mouth. Stephanie felt nauseated. This sperm mixture had been in her pussy and her anus, now it was in her mouth. She leaned forward and gently grabbed her sister by the head. She then leaned Riley’s head back. Riley opened her mouth and Stephanie drooled the sperm into it. Riley swallowed as fast as she could.

Halfway through the process, Riley gagged and threw up the sperm. The leader was pissed. He pushed Stephanie aside and punched Riley in the stomach. Her arms and body yanked against the chains and Riley threw up more cum.

“Please stop. We will get it right. Please…” Stephanie begged.

Stephanie hugged her sister to comfort her. She then took another mouthful of cum and slowly drooled it into her sister’s mouth. She did it in a way that Riley was able to swallow it this time. Riley was ready to throw it up, but she did not want to be punched again, so she kept it down. They repeated the procedure again, but this time, they were asked to swap it back and forth. Stephanie poured the sperm from her mouth to Riley’s and then the two of them kissed each other.

The two sisters Passed lumps of cum between their two mouths. Large strings of saliva and cum connected the sister’s mouths and faces as they swapped the men’s sperm back and forth. When they were done playing. Stephanie swallowed it all so her sister would not have to. Stephanie then took another mouthful and swished the sperm around. She then leaned over Riley and poured it on her sisters’ nose and mouth. Riley’s face was a mask of sperm.

This went on and on until all the cups were empty. The two sisters would kiss for a long while afterwards. The leader then instructed Stephanie to lay beneath the kneeling Riley. She was to place her face directly below Riley’s pussy. The top chain was lowered, and Riley was placed into a hands and knees position. She was told to stay there or get beaten. Stephanie hesitantly did as she was told. She stuck out her tongue and started to lick her sister’s vagina.

~

Riley bit her lip when she felt the tongue moved against her pussy. Stephanie took her sister’s vagina lips into her mouth and sucked. Her tongue then slithered through the lips. It then plunged deep inside her sister’s pussy. The tongue wiggled left and right for a short while, then started to thrust in and out.

“No, this isn’t right.” Riley said.

Riley tried to get off her knees, but a man walked in front of her and grabbed her hair. She screamed in pain. It felt like he ripped out her hair. As she screamed, he plowed his cock into her throat. Her thighs kicked as she was suffocated by a large cock. The man then fucked her face. Another man walked behind Riley. He presented his cock to Stephanie. She extended her tongue and licked the head. She would lick the length of the shaft. She tried to lubricate it as much as possible for Riley.

The man grabbed Stephanie’s hair and started to ram his cock in and out of her mouth. When he could not take it anymore, he pulled out and stuffed it into Riley. Riley tried to get off her knees again, and to everyone’s surprise, Stephanie wrapped her arms around Riley’s waist and kept her in place. While the cock plunged in and out of the vagina, Stephanie used the tongue to apply pressure to the clit.

There were two camcorders. One focused on Riley getting face fucked and another one focused on Stephanie eating out Riley’s vagina. The movie alternated between the two cameras. The man then trembled as he flooded Riley with his cum. He pulled his cock out. It was covered with sperm, and he aimed it at Stephanie’s mouth. She angled her head so that he could place it into her mouth. She licked the cock clean. She used both of her arms and hands to keep her sister’s hips still.

Sperm slowly seeped out of Riley’s vagina and onto Stephanie’s face. Riley panicked. She swung her hips and fought against the chains. She did not want to get pregnant by these monsters. Stephanie used her arms to pull her sister’s hips down so that Riley’s vagina would be right on her mouth. She stiffened her tongue and thrusted it inside Riley’s cum filled vagina. The sperm gushed out as her tongue went in. The sperm flowed smoothly into the older sister’s mouth.

Stephanie hard-pressed her tongue all into her younger sister. She then used the tip-of-the-tongue to circle the vagina lips multiple times. Stephanie took the cum covered vagina folds and sucked it into her mouth. Riley’s clit grew bigger with each flick of the tongue. The tongue moved back into Riley’s vagina, like a shovel taking into dirt. In every instance, when the tongue pushed in, Riley’s vagina would clamp down on it. The tongue then retreated, it brought lots of sperm with it. Stephanie took the thick gooey sperm into her mouth and swallowed it down.

As Stephanie desperately tried to get the cum out of her sister’s vagina, another man walked behind Riley stuffed his cock into her pussy. Stephanie laid there looking up at the cock moving in and out of her sister. The sperm from previous men were leaking out of the pink vagina and oozed onto her nose and mouth. The leader instructed Stephanie to keep her mouth open and let the sperm flow in. Stephanie lifted her head up and placed her mouth an inch from the clasping cunt. She stuck out her tongue and pressed it on her sister’s clit.

The clit was now squeezed between Stephanie’s tongue and the raging cock. The man grunted as he pushed in with all his might. The thick cock gashed into Riley’s pussy as her sister massaged her clit from below. He ripped through her and forced seven inches of thick cock into her unwilling body. Riley’s hips bucked up and down, hoping to dislodge the brutal cock. Riley’s cries of distress and anguish were smothered by the cock punishing her oral cavity.

The pain ripped through her young body. Riley’s pussy normally could only handle two fingers before serious discomfort. This cock was the size of her fist, and it relentlessly abused her vagina. It stretched her vagina lips to the point of tearing. Riley twisted her upper body and yanked her arms against the chains, anything to try and escape. Her hips ricochet in all directions, unknowingly giving the man immense pleasure. The cock drove deeper into her damaged vagina. Riley’s hands clenched tightly against the chains that held her. Multiple cruel and violent thrusts later, and she felt her pussy being flooded with cum.

Stephanie felt Riley’s body tremble as she moved her tongue back and forth on the clit. Midway through the climax, the man pulled out and placed the head into Stephanie’s mouth. Stephanie clamped her mouth shut around the head. The man sent the remaining volleys of cum into Stephanie’s mouth. The other men cheered loudly at the wonderful scene. Stephanie gurgled the sperm in her mouth before swallowing.

As fast as she swallowed, more cum was being released into her mouth. So much so that some leaked out of her mouth and rolled down her cheeks. Stephanie released the cock and the man moved away. The camera refocused on Stephanie licking her sister’s pussy. Stephanie slithered her wet, pink tongue out between her lips to collect more sperm from Riley’s pussy. She whipped her tongue back inside the swollen pussy with intensity. Maybe if she could get the sperm out fast enough, her sister would not get pregnant.

There was so much sperm that at times, Stephanie would gag on the substance. She sealed her mouth around the trembling lips of Riley’s pussy and sucked. Stephanie’s mouth pressed on the pussy and managed to siphon large quantities of sperm. Stephanie kept her tongue whipping inside of the pussy. She smeared her lips all over the outside of the vagina.

The next man came up and shoved his cock in. He was not as rough as the previous man. He pushed in and out with long loving strokes. Stephanie once again lifted her and licked the pussy and the cock. She concentrated at the point where they joined. The cock pushed in and out as Stephanie moved the tongue in circles around the clit.

She flattened her tongue and dragged it along the pussy until it met with the cock. Then she dragged her tongue along the length of the cock. The pleasure was so intense that the man immediately came. She held her tongue still and flat against the phallus. The man kept pushing and pulling even while he was cuming. She could taste the sperm combined with her sisters’ juices as it leaked out of the pussy and poured into her mouth.

Stephanie could taste the mixture of all the sperm of the men that had been inside of Riley. She glided her tongue over the stretched vagina lips. She alternated between licking the vagina and the cock. Sometimes she would press the tongue flat against the penis. That usually drove the men crazy. She wanted the men to cum as quickly as possible to end their hellish ordeal.

The man then pulled his cock out and Riley’s pink pussy remained gaped open. He ended his orgasm with a few more squirts of sticky white sperm into the gaped vagina. Stephanie had an up-close view of the pink pussy being covered with white goo. The sperm flowed back out of the pussy and down into her opened mouth.

Her cheeks, tongue, her teeth, and the back of her mouth was completely covered with thick white sperm. Shot after shot was lodged into Riley’s pussy and then dropped down into Stephanie’s mouth. The man stepped away and the camera focused in on Stephanie’s face eating her younger sister’s pussy. Stephanie pushed her tongue into the vagina and tried to remove as much sperm as possible. Stephanie felt absolutely degraded.

Another man stepped up. He grabbed the cock with his right hand and pushed it into Riley. He covered his cock with the previous sperm and pulled his cock back out. He then forced it into Stephanie’s throat. She choked at first, but then was able to control herself. She licked and sucked the cock like it was an oversized lollipop. Soon, the cock was clean and with no trace of semen on it. Stephanie then looked at the camera.

“Please I can’t take it anymore. My stomach is full, and I feel like throwing…” Stephanie said.

Before she could finish her sentence, the cock forced its way into her mouth and down her throat. This went on for a while, until the leader was able to get two hours of footage of Stephanie eating her sister’s pussy, sucking cock, and swallowing cum either from a cock or from her sister’s pussy.

~

Candice’s eyes were red with tears as she was forced to watch the movie. She felt sorry for the sisters. Yes, they did cheat the men, but did not deserve such punishment. She now believed that all men were evil. Instead of the movie deterring her from future escape, she was even more determined to do so now.

Becky, the world’s first futa, gets quite the shock when a church wants her to breed four barely legal virgins!

Chapter Three: Futa’s First Passionate Ritual

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

April 17th, 2047

“Surreal?” asked Amelia, her face growing serious, her eyes growing bold. I could see that skilled interviewer inside of her pouncing on my words. For most of our talk as we discussed my life as the world’s first futa, she was laughing and giggling and horny to fuck me. Now she was focused. “In what way was it surreal?”

“Because… I don’t know any other word to describe discovering the cult,” I said, feeling like that same wide-eyed twenty-two year-old futa who wandered into that little town. It happened twenty-six years ago, and it still had me feeling a little… unnerved. “Here I was on my hitchhiking adventure. It was late September, fall was coming on fast, and I was thinking about heading south because the weather was getting bad. I was passing through central Kansas, meeting more of these little churches who had adopted the ideology of West Texas.” A smile crossed my lips. I squirmed on the couch, feeling the eyes of the studio audience, and the world watching live over the internet, on me. “Those rural Christians really liked having me breed their wives and daughters.”

“All that repression has to burst out sometimes,” Adelia said. “So you were in Kansas when you ran into the cult?”

“Well, yeah, that’s where they are located to this day. Omitz, Kansas is a whole lot bigger today than it was twenty-six-years ago. They’ve really blossomed with devotees, but back then it was a sleepy town, only four blocks by four blocks wide. A perfect square surrounded by wheat fields. I didn’t think anything of it. It was Sunday, and I was eager to find me a righteous woman or three to breed with my ‘miraculous’ seed.

“And then a man walked up to me in a white robe…”

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September 26th, 2021

I blinked in shock at the man falling to his knees before me in what looked like a white baptismal robe. I’d seen more than a few of those at the rural churches I visited. I even “baptized” a few women in my futa-jizz before they licked each other clean, not wanting to waste any of my “miraculous” seed before I bred them.

Of course, those girls didn’t wear anything, their nubile bodies flushed and quivering.

My dick twitched hard beneath my jean skirt while the man then bowed before me, prostrating himself for a moment. I looked around at the near empty street. It was all residential houses. Omitz was the county seat, and like a lot of these rural towns it had a gas station, a church, and a small government building for the county seat that doubled as the sheriff’s office. It had maybe a dozen homes and existed solely for the farms around it.

“Um…” I said, arching an eyebrow. “What are you doing?”

“I’m so sorry,” he said, rising before me. “It’s just… it’s you.” He produced a phone from his pocket. “I wasn’t sure this app was to be believed, but here you are, Futanari.”

“Here I am,” I said. No one had ever just called me futanari like it was a title or my proper name. “Um, and you are?”

“Brother Gavin Stern,” he said. He pointed to the white-steeped church, looking like it was built a hundred-and-fifty years ago during pioneer times. “That’s my church, and I would be honored if you visited. We have four virgin daughters all quivering and ready to be blessed by you, Futanari. They prayed so fervently that you’d appear. We’ve monitored your holy wanderings all summer, hoping you’d visit us.”

“Oh, sure,” I said, my futa-cock reaching its full girth, tenting the front of my jean skirt. “I enjoy spreading my seed to every virgin daughter I can. And, of course, the not-so-virgin daughters and wives. They all deserve to be blessed by my cock. Be fruitful and multiply, right? That’s the command.”

“Yes, yes, I see that,” he breathed. “You do that everywhere you go. You spread your seed far and wide so we multiply! The women of my flock would be honored to be vessels for your holy daughters.”

Christian theology was getting weirder and weirder thanks to my wanderings, but I had no complaints. I never had a man fawn so much over me, but they were always eager for the Lord’s “miracle” to bless their women. Maybe the Lord did send me. I didn’t know why I changed.

Science really couldn’t explain my futa-cock, but God, at least the Christian God, didn’t feel right. He was such a downer on sex, and I was the exact opposite. I’d think maybe the Devil sent me, but the Mother Superior brandishing her crucifix at me did nothing.

No, no, I wasn’t supernatural. I was hanging out with these religious people too much. Their ideas were seeping into my mind. Just because science couldn’t explain something yet, didn’t mean the answer wasn’t out there.

I followed Brother Gavin down the road. He walked with such eagerness. Ahead, a few other men were waiting on the porch. They were all older, like him, and all wearing the same white robes. They watched us approach, their faces weathered by working outdoors on farms.

“That’s Brothers Lucio, Tyson, and Neil,” Gavin said. “Its our four daughters who are all virgins and ready to blessed. They’re good girls, kept themselves pure into their adult years. My own Jocelin is nineteen and proud of her abstinence.

“Proud she saved herself for you, Futanari.”

“Well, I’m proud of her, too,” I said, my futa-dick aching so badly. Four virgins? Oh, what a treat. I didn’t find that many at the convent I visited a month-and-a-half ago.

“It is truly her,” the Hispanic man waiting said, not a hint of any Latino accent in his voice. He sounded wholly country, speaking with the same Kansas twang as Brother Gavin instead of any Central American lilt. “Blessed be her Holy Seed.”

“Praise your Miraculous Cock,” a blond man with short hair said. “My Krystine is beside herself with joy. She’s waiting inside for you, Futanari.”

“They all are,” the fourth said, a tall man with long, black hair gathered in a ponytail. “Meadow will not waste a single drop of your precious seed, Futanari.”

“Meadow, what a pretty name,” I said, my futa-dick throbbing.

Beyond them, the doors to the church were open. I saw other men wearing white robes and women all naked. Most were older women, their figures motherly and plump, their breasts soft and swaying. My futa-dick throbbed—I had a thing for older, married women thanks to the second pussy I ever enjoyed.

I still savored getting together with Kurt’s mother. Mrs. Albertson was always a treat to enjoy, especially with her step-daughter and lover joining the fun. Or with her husband watching. And there were so many husbands to watch me here.

I was shocked by the nudity of the women. I usually had to talk the married women into joining the fun, but my pheromones always brought them around. These women were ready for the fun.

The naked women and robed men stood amid the wooden pews that ran in two columns towards the raised dais at the far side. There four young women knelt, each lovely in her own way. My pussy clenched at the sight of them, the blonde was obviously Krystine, her face delicate, her breasts round and quivering. She was in the middle with the Hispanic girl who had black hair and, to my surprise, a landing strip of soft down leading to a shaved pussy. On the left flank knelt a girl with short, black hair who must be Meadow. She had large and perky breasts. The last girl had Gavin’s dark-brown hair and his round ears, but Jocelin’s green eyes must come from her mother. She wore glasses that perched on a delicate nose, her breasts small and delicious.

“Mmm, I am…” my words trailed off as I noticed what was behind the four girls.

A statue of me, cast in bronze, reared above the girls. It was too scale, naked, shaped with arms spread wide and round breasts thrust taut before me. The artist depicted me legs spread wide and with my futa-dick thrusting from the folds of my pussy and the curls of my blonde bush. My eyes widened at that thick shaft.

Why was there a life-sized statue of me here?

My brows furrowed. Then I noticed the stain glass windows running the length of the worship hall. I gaped. Instead of the usual Christian imagery of the crucifixion or the various apostles, it was me. There was a panel showing me fucking at the football game, my cock ramming into Sabrina’s cunt as she knelt naked before me. Beside that image was me fucking Amelia during our interview right after that, and then the viral picture of the president of my college getting plowed from behind by me as we stood up through the sunroof of the limo. They even had me fucking the busty, lactating winner of the first Ms. Bred Pageant.

“W-what is this?” I gasped as the naked women of the church began filing to the front where the statue lay.

“The Holy Church of the Futanari Goddess,” Brother Gavin breathed. “Three years ago, after your miraculous appearance at the football game, our entire congregation recognized your virtue. We became your most fervent worshipers, recruiting all we could We remolded our church and prayed for you to appear.”

“Futanari!” moaned a woman with green eyes and small breasts who looked like an older version of Jocelin. “We are so honored by your Divinity.” Then she bent over and backed her pussy onto the bronze cock thrusting from the statue. “We worship you with all our bodies and souls.”

She quivered there for a moment, impaled on the dick sculpted like mine. Then she pulled off of it, leaving it glistening in her pussy juices. The next lady, the only Hispanic woman, knelt before the cock, sucked on the tip and the first woman’s juices before she rose, bent over, and impaled her cunt down her cock.

“We worship you with all our bodies and souls, Futanari!” she moaned, such ecstasy crossing her face.

I stood there stunned. As much as this weirded me out—it was so surreal seeing this old church turned into a pagan cult worshiping me—it also made me so hard. These women moaned and gasped as they impaled their cunts on the bronze cock before the next woman tasted their passion on it and added her own. My futa-dick tented the front of my shorts. Juices spilled down my thighs as I felt drawn down the aisle.

The men all clapped a beat, their voices deep and rumbling. It was a hymn of praise to me, the words lost in the tumult of my mind. Just as I reached the dais, the four girls then crowded around the bronze dick slathered in the pussy juices of the last woman, a Black MILF who was clearly not related to any of the four.

One by one, the four virgins sucked on the tip. Kristine, then Jocelin, then Meadow, then the Hispanic girl whose name I hadn’t yet caught. They sucked on it before repeating the same catechism, “We worship you with all our bodies and souls, Futanari!”

“We are so eager to worship you, Futanari,” the Hispanic girl said when they turned to me. “We want to be baptized in your holy seed and then bred by you.”

“Yes, yes, Hilario is right,” Meadow moaned. “We want to bear your Holy Daughters. So many other women have borne you demigoddesses, and none of them worship you.”

“But you’ve come,” Jocelin said, her glasses quivering on her nose. “You’re here to love us.”

“Yes, yes, love us,” whimpered blonde Krystine, her round tits swaying. She reached out, a look of awe filling her blue eyes as she grasped my thigh. Her fingers were delicate. They slid up my inner flesh until she felt my wet juices. “Oh, you are so eager for us, Futanari.”

“Are you eager, my Goddess?” breathed Meadow, her large tits quivering before her. They swayed with her slightest movement.

“Yes,” I couldn’t help myself from saying. They were just so young. Eighteen or nineteen, and virgins! I loved virgins. I wanted to fuck a virgin every day for the rest of my life, to be the first cock to enter them and spurt my seed into their fertile, untouched depths.

Their hands all touched me as the church, men and women both, sang another worship hymn. It sounded like a parody of a traditional Christian song, replacing all the talk of god and Jesus with me and my miraculous seed.

I ignored them, concentrating on the four vixens pulling me closer. Their hands explored my body, pulling off my clothing. In moments, my round breasts jiggled free, Hilario’s golden-brown fingers kneading and squeezing them while Meadow and Jocelin pulled my skirt down my thighs. The blonde Krystine leaned in and licked the tip of my girl-dick.

“Mmm, that’s her salty precum,” she moaned in awe. “Oh, yes, Futanari, we are so honored.”

“And blessed,” Meadow purred, the black-haired girl lifting her face to nuzzle between my thighs. “Oh, her pussy smells so good and…” She took a lick through my folds. I gasped, my futa-dick throbbing. “She tastes even better than any other woman.”

“Of course she does,” whimpered Jocelin. “She’s our Goddess.”

My pussy clenched at that word. It sent a heady thrill through me that clashed with the strange, surreal writhe through my guts. The hymn echoed around me, the worship song of the other adults. I focused on the girls, on Meadow and Jocelin kissing, sharing the taste of my pussy while Hilario leaned in and nuzzled into my folds.

Her tongue thrust up inside of me. She wiggled around, stirring me up. My futa-cock throbbed and ached the shaft rubbing into her black hair. I wiggled my hips back and forth as she feasted. Then she pulled away her lips, my cream glistening on them, and kissed Krystine with such eagerness. Their round breasts brushed as they shared their lesbian passion.

“Do you often kiss each other?” I asked them.

Meadow and Jocelin broke their kiss. “Of course. We know you enjoy women who engage in carnal relations with each other,” Meadow said. “I’ve lain with every woman in the church.”

“Me, too. Save my mother, obviously,” Jocelin added, pushing up her glasses. “We are only virgins because we have our hymens. I enjoy licking Meadow’s pussy. I shaved her myself.”

“That was so wicked,” Meadow purred. “Before you appeared, Goddess, I would have thought that a horrible sin.”

“But instead you all love each other,” I said. “You don’t have any jealousy or anything.”

“We all care for each other,” Hilario said after breaking her kiss with Krystine.

“Sex and love aren’t the same thing. You said that in one of your sermons.”

Sermons? Did she mean an interview I’d given?

“It’s made everything so harmonious for us,” Krystine said. “My parents rarely fight. They are enjoying themselves.”

“And you’ll open us so we can enjoy the men, to,” Meadow moaned. “My boyfriend wants to marry me. He wants me waddling pregnant down the aisle with your divine daughter, Goddess.”

“Damn,” I groaned. “You will.”

Then the four girls leaned their faces forward. They were pressed cheek to cheek, Meadow and Hilario in the middle, Krystine and Jocelin on the outside. Their hands grasped my thighs and huge cock. Their lips all nuzzled into the sides and tip. Their tongues flicked out. I gasped as fingers found my pussy, caressing my folds while their hands stroked the base of my dick.

Pleasure shot through me as the four virgins loved my cock. They licked and nuzzled against it, their four eyes shining up at me: two pairs of brown, one blue, and one vibrant green behind her twinkling glasses. They were cute and passionate, horny vixens and innocent maidens all at the same time.

My pussy and futa-dick drank in the sensations.

Pleasure flowed down my shaft. I groaned as their tongues bathed across the crown of my dick. Meadow and Hilario lapped at the precum leaking to of the slit while Krystine fluttered their tongues where the crown met my shaft, the sensitive frenulum that had me shuddering.

“Oh, yes, yes, you’re loving your Goddess,” I moaned, unable to stop myself from playing along. “You’re… Ooh, you naughty sluts!”

Two sets of fingers penetrated my pussy. I didn’t know, didn’t care, who plunged their digits in and out of my cunt. I just savored the different speeds, one thrusting so hard and fast, the other pumping slow, teasing me. Pleasure rippled through my body. My round breasts swayed before me as I groaned. They put there all into pleasing me, sucking and teasing.

“Ooh, your precum tastes so good, Futanari,” Hilario groaned in her Kansas twang, her golden-brown features twisted with passion.

“Uh-huh,” Meadow moaned before she sucked on the tip of my girl-dick in her mouth for a moment.

That brief delight of being in her virginal mouth sent a spike of delight shooting down to my pussy teased by the two sets of digits. I gasped, my breasts jiggling before me. I squeezed them as Meadow’s mouth popped off and Hilario’s took her place, the Hispanic girl sucking with such hunger, her cheeks hollowing.

I whimpered, my hips undulating from side to side. These virgins were driving me wild. Their sucking mouths and teasing fingers swelled the pressure in my ovaries. My moans joined the congregations hymnals echoing over and over through the small space.

“Fuck!” I gasped. “Oh, fuck, you little virgin sluts. I’m going to cum all over your faces!”

“Yes, yes, yes, baptize us!” moaned Jocelin, her glasses slipping on her cute nose. “Just coat us in your passion.”

“Cover us in your blessed seed, Futanari!” groaned Krystine on the other side, her face twisted in utter rapture. “We love you, Goddess.”

“Love you!” whimpered the Hispanic girl.

Fingers jammed deep into my cunt. Four tongues lapped around the crown of my dick. They all touched me, stimulating my naughty bits. My fingers dug into my breasts. Pain flared as my fingernails dug into my tits. I didn’t care. I savored it as…

“Fuck, yes!” I howled as my cock erupted.

The four virgins pressed their faces tight, my pussy convulsing about their fingers. They whipped my cock back and forth as blast after blast of my futa-jizz spurted out of them. I painted across all their features, bathing Jocelin’s glasses, splashing across Hilario’s golden-brown skin. Spunk drenched Krystine’s fair cheeks and streaked across Meadow’s dark hair.

The four girls moaned in delight as I gave them a futa-baptism. I shuddered, my pussy spasming so hard. The pleasure raced to my mind. It shot ecstasy through me. The congregation cried out in celebration as my ecstasy peaked in me.

“Amen, Futanari! Amen!”

I groaned, swaying, dizzy from the exertion, and hungry to have more. I stared down at the cum-drenched virgins. I fired so much. Dozens of blasts painted their faces with my ropy seed. It ran in pearly rivulets down their features to their hungry tongues. They were all so sexy. All so delicious.

But which to enjoy first and…

Jocelin had those glasses covered in my spunk.

I pounced on her with such hunger. I pushed her down onto her back while she gasped in surprise. Her glasses shifted on her face, my jizz pulling on the lens. I settled between her virgin thighs, my cock nuzzling at her trimmed bush as my tongue attacked her glasses.

I licked my salty cum off her cool lenses. I shuddered as the taste, the creamy texture of it. She whimpered beneath me, her hips wiggling, rubbing her wet bush against the tip of my dick. Her hands shot down as I lapped again and again, gathering all the spunk I could off of her. She grabbed my futa-cock and guided it to her virgin pussy.

“Oh, Futanari,” she moaned as she pressed me against her hymen. “Break in my pussy and breed me!”

“Yes!” I moaned before taking another swipe across her lens, gathering another glob of my spunk, leaving white streaks across the glass.

Then I thrust.

Her cherry stretched and stretched. She quivered as my licking tongue descended to her lips, gathering more of her jizz. I found her mouth, kissing her as her hymen resisted my entrance. I groaned into her mouth and thrust harder.

Her fingers bit into my ass.

Her cherry popped.

I slid into Jocelin’s pussy. She shuddered, her pussy clenching down on me while her green eyes widened behind her cum-smeared glasses. She shuddered, her body trembling beneath me, her little tits quivering.

“Futanari!” she gasped as she wrapped her arms and legs about my body, pulling me tight. “Yes, yes, Futanari! Breed me! Bless my womb with your holy seed!”

Those words, coming from her sweet voice, galvanized me. I couldn’t have stopped fucking her deflowered pussy if I wanted to. Not with her begging to be bred. I couldn’t resist that. Just like women wanted me to impregnate them, I wanted to pump my futa-seed into them and quicken new life in their wombs.

It was primal instincts we both felt.

My round breasts pressed into her firm titties. Her nipples kissed mine as I leaned down and captured her mouth. Her lips, stained with my jizz, tasted wonderfully sweet, from her watermelon lip gloss, and wickedly salty, from my futa-cum. I savored the contrasting flavors mixing as I kissed her. It spiced the pump of my hips.

Urged me to fuck her faster and faster.

I drove my futa-dick deep into her pussy. The singing of her church, giving praise to me, faded as the pleasure roared through my veins. There was only her tight, hot, silky cunt wrapped about my dick, pleasing it, stimulating me.

Her fingers scratched at my back as she writhed beneath me. She pumped her hips as she whimpered into our kiss. She was a fierce thing, a little hellion hiding behind those innocent glasses and schoolgirl blushes.

“Futanari!” she moaned when our kiss broke. “Yes, yes, yes! Oh, Futanari! You’re going to make me cum!”

“Good,” I panted. “I want to feel that cunt milk my cock! I want you working out every blast of my cum into your fertile depths.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she whimpered. “Oh, Futanari, my beautiful Goddess, breed me!”

“Breed her,” whimpered Hilario from beside me, the other two virgins licking up my cum off the Hispanic girl’s face. “Spill her cum into her so we can enjoy your seed, too.”

“Yes, yes, we want your futa-dick in us!” groaned Krystine. “We want to be full of your girl-spunk.”

“So full,” whimpered Meadow, her black hair spilling about her flushed face, her big tits piled into Hilario’s side.

“You will,” I groaned, driving my girl-cock deep into Jocelin’s pussy.

“Yes, you’ll breed us all, Futanari!” the girl groaned. “Ooh, you’re making my pussy so hot and juicy. Oh, yes, yes, yes!”

I kissed her again, our nipples rubbing together. Her tight pussy swelled my orgasm so fast. My ovaries brimmed with more cum to spill. I always had more jizz for fertile cunts in need of my seed. My futa-dick throbbed in her as I plowed into her so hard, so fast.

She would give birth to a daughter. She would think our daughter was holy. That thought sent a drunken wave of weird exhilaration through my flesh, tingling all my nerves. This was all so creepy and yet… it flattered me. I thrust harder and harder, pumping my dick into her untouched depths with all the passion I could.

She squealed into my kiss. Her body bucked beneath me, pressing her small nipples against my tender nubs. Then her pussy convulsed about my cock. Her tongue thrust into my mouth as her orgasm swept through her body.

I shuddered, her hot flesh sucking at my girl-dick. She was so eager for it. So hungry for my cum spilling into her pussy. As if sensing her orgasm, I heard the church’s singing build louder and louder as they worshiped me.

They wanted me to breed this girl.

I broke our kiss, my back arching as I buried my futa-dick into her convulsing pussy. “Fuck, yes!”

My dick twitched.

My ovaries tightened.

“Futanari!” howled Jocelin as she felt my futa-cum spurted into her pussy. “You’re breeding me!”

“The Holy Seed!” cried the congregation around me, abandoning their song. “Our Goddess spreads the Holy Seed!”

“AMEN!”

I shuddered as they sang again, a frantic chanting as my girl-cum spurted over and over into Jocelin’s hot depths. Her pussy writhed about my futa-cock. She wrung me dry as the pleasure swept through my body. I groaned, my body shaking atop her, growing dizzy with the rapture.

Then I collapsed on her, panting, my orgasm spent.

“You breed me, Futanari!” Jocelin said, her eyes wild behind her glasses. Exultation spilled across her features. “Thank you, thank you!”

“Let me taste the Holy Seed in your vessel, Jocelin!” Hilario moaned.

“Yes, yes, I want that,” whimpered the green-eyed girl, her pussy clenching on you. “And, please, Goddess, breed her while she pleases me. Let us share in it.”

“I’ll grant that… that prayer,” I groaned, my futa-dick twitching. How could I say no to a virgin licking my cum out of her friend’s snatch right before I popped her cherry?

I ripped my girl-dick out of Jocelin’s cunt as I rolled off of her. Hilario wormed out from beneath Meadow and Krystine. The two girls didn’t mind, attacking each other’s cum-smeared faces, licking up my jizz as they writhed in passion. I sat up, letting the Hispanic girl get into position and shuddered.

Brother Gavin had such a huge look on his face, his arm around the green-eyed woman’s shoulder. They stared at pride at their daughter I just bred. Then their eyes flicked to me and I could see the zealous worship in their eyes.

They would do anything. If I commanded them to burn down this church, they’d do it.

I glanced at the church’s doors beyond the singing people. My stomach twisted. This was all so much. I shouldn’t be here. These people shouldn’t worship me. I was a genetic fluke, an accident of nature, not a divine goddess who—

“Futanari, breed her while she eats your Holy Seed!” Jocelin cried out.

My head snapped around. I groaned at the sight of Hilario’s golden-brown form kneeling between Jocelin’s thighs. The Hispanic virgin’s rump faced me, a tight touch begging to be fucked. But my eyes were drawn to her shaved pussy, her pink folds peeking out around her flushed vulva, her juices glistening on the petals.

Jocelin shuddered as Hilario feasted on my cum leaking out of her pussy. That was fine. I fired so much jizz into a girl that no one could lick out all my spunk. Enough would remain behind to impregnate the girl with glasses.

Hilario’s hips wiggled back and forth as she licked and lapped my cum out of her deflowered friend. I moved to her virgin pussy. The church’s singing grew low, anticipating what was to come. I felt all their eyes upon me, especially Lucio and his wife, watching me lowered my face to Hilario’s untouched cunt.

I grasped her rump and pressed my lips against her shaved, virgin flesh. My tongue swiped out, dragging through her tangy folds. Her cream coated my tongue as I ran from her quivering clit, up through her folds, to the entrance of her pussy covered by her maidenhead. I licked at it, fluttering my tongue against the membrane of skin.

The barrier between me and breeding her.

“Ooh, yes, yes, yes, Hilario,” Jocelin moaned. “Ooh, it’s so naughty. You can reach your tongue into me now.”

“Uh-huh,” groaned Hilario. “It’s like eating your mother’s cunt out. You both taste the same.”

“Don’t talk about my mom when eating me out!” gasped Jocelin. “Just love my pussy while the Goddess loves yours.”

“She’s licking me and… And it feels so good. But.. Please, Futanari, breed me. I’ve had my pussy licked before, but no cock has entered me. Impregnated me.”

My clit-dick throbbed as my tongue fluttered through her juicy folds. My fingers clenched on her butt-cheeks. I couldn’t deny this girl, either. I wanted to breed all four of these virgins, to give them the pleasures they denied themselves out of religious fervor.

But I couldn’t be mad about that. Not when I got to enjoy four virgins cunts as a result.

I rose, my futa-cock throbbing before me. I brought it to her shaved flesh, staring down her supple back to her black hair draped across her shoulders. Her head moved as she devoured Jocelin, making the petite girl quiver and moan. Her green eyes locked on me.

“Fuck my friend, please, Goddess!” she whimpered, her hands squeezing her small tits.

“Yes, yes, please,” moaned Meadow as she ground her pussy atop Krystine, her and the blonde tribbing together.

“I need you in me!” Hilario moaned as I rubbed my girl-dicks spongy tip against her juicy, hot flesh.

I felt her hymen.

I thrust.

Unlike Jocelin, Hilario’s hymen tore with ease. I hardly felt any resistance before I was in the Hispanic girl’s cunt to the hilt. Her hot flesh wrapped about me. I shuddered. She whimpered, moaning into Jocelin’s pussy. My crotch smacked into her rump, a loud smack echoing through the church.

The singing swelled around me as I fucked hard into Hilario’s broken in depths. Her pussy clenched around me. I shuddered, loving the feel of her virgin pussy. I licked my lips, savoring her spicy musk clinging to my lips.

My breasts heaved as I pounded her twat, her tight sheath squeezing down on my futa-dick. I massaged her rump, kneading her while her hips wiggled and stirred her girl-dick around me. The Hispanic girl moaned into her friend’s snatch, licking up my cum.

My thumb slid into her butt-crack as I fucked her. I felt her puckered anus. I couldn’t resist.

“Futanari!” she gasped as I jammed my thumb into her rectum.

She went off like a firecracker.

I gasped in shock as her pussy spasmed about my cock. She came so fast. I thrust into her convulsing depths, her asshole writhing about my probing thumb. Pleasure shot through me. Her hungry snatch massaged my thrusting cock, building the pressure at the tip faster than I expected.

My tits heaved as I pounded her climaxing cunt as hard as I could. She whimpered and moaned into her friend’s pussy. Her hips wiggled, stirring her spasming snatch around my dick. Her flesh sucked at my futa-cock, hungry for cum.

“Shit!” I groaned, my strokes growing so hard, so erratic. The pressure swelled swiftly at the tip of her cock.

“Give my daughter your Holy Seed, Futanari!” Lucio cried out.

“Amen!” his wife moaned.

“Bless another of our daughters,” Gavin called out.

“Bless her, Goddess!” whimpered Jocelin, her petite body trembling, the climaxing Hispanic girl driving Jocelin towards another orgasm.

I buried into Jocelin’s convulsing snatch. I couldn’t take the pleasure. My dick hit that wondrous point of no return. My back arched. My pussy clenched. Her cunt writhed about my futa-cock. My ovaries tightened.

I erupted into her pussy. I flooded my second virgin with my seed.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I cried out.

“She’s blessing me!” howled Hilario as her pussy writhed and spasmed about me, working at my dick, hungry for every drop of my futa-cum. “Yes, yes, yes, she’s spilling her seed in me.”

The pleasure spilled through my body. Every blast of my seed spurting into her cunt had me trembling. My breasts quivered as my thumb jammed deep into her writhing asshole. Pussy juices flowed down my thighs while rapture and ecstasy bathed my mind.

“Now you have to breed me, Futanari!” Meadow moaned, still tribbing Krystine, the two virgin sluts writhing together.

“No, no, I need your seed, too,” the blonde Krystine groaned as she squirmed beneath Meadow.

My futa-dick throbbed in Hilario’s cunt.

I ripped out of the Hispanic girl and sprang on the two tribbing virgins. My wet dick smacked into Meadow’s perky rump, splatting her with Hilario’s pussy juices. She squirmed, starting to roll of her friend and dismount.

I stopped her, pinning her in place with my hand planted between her shoulder blades. “No, no, keep tribbing each other. Keep rubbing those virgin cunts together while I breed you both.”

“Both?” Krystine asked, her flushed face staring up at me past Meadow’s head.

“Both,” I groaned, sliding my futa-dick down across Meadow’s rump to nuzzle against her shaved vulva.

“You’re so naughty, Futanari,” breathed Meadow, her cute ass wiggling as she ground her clit into Krystine’s.

The blonde moaned her agreement.

I nuzzled my clit-cock’s thick tip into Meadow’s virgin flesh, her hot juices coating the tip now, mixing with Hilario. I shuddered at the sight of Meadow’s labia spreading about my tip, my crown pressing against her hymen. Lower, her shaved flesh met Krystine’s blonde bush.

I bet Meadow loved those silky strands caressing her clit and pussy lips as she squirmed.

“Hilario, yes, yes, let me eat that pussy, too!” Jocelin moaned as her deflowered friend fell into a sixty-nine with her. “Let’s celebrate our Goddess’s blessing together!”

As Jocelin feasted on the creampie I made in Hilario’s pussy, I popped Meadow’s cherry. Her moans joined the singing church as I sank into her juicy depths. I groaned at the feel of another virgin pussy wrapped tight about my futa-dick.

Another untouched womb to breed.

I groaned as I bottomed out inside of her. My entire body shook. I trembled, wanting to stay inside of her. She felt so hot wrapped around me. So wicked. My head shook from side to side. The pleasure built and built in me. It was incredible to be inside of her.

I shuddered and drew back my hips. I groaned as her hot flesh clenched about my girl-dick. I whimpered at the heat around me. This wondrous delight that squeezed and sucked at my futa-cock as I popped it out of her cunt.

“No, no, please, put it back into me!” squealed Meadow, her cute tush clenching as I moved my soaked futa-dick down to Krystine’s furred muff.

I nestled into blonde curls, found another juicy cherry, and thrust.

Krystine squealed, her hands grabbing her friend’s bubbly rump as I buried into her untouched depths. My fourth virgin in the last half-hour. It was such a treat to sink into her, to feel how she was tight near the entrance of her cunt, as opposed to the middle of her snatch like Meadow. She had a slightly different texture, a delicious feel that had me trembling in delight.

“She’s fucking me, Meadow!” Krystine moaned as I plowed into her juicy depths, my crotch smacking into Meadow’s shaved cunt.

“Uh-huh,” Meadow moaned, grinding atop her friend. “Mmm, you’re so lucky. I want her in… me!”

She squealed as I rammed into her cunt, quickly switching from one cunt to the other. I’d grown skilled at fucking two women at the same time, moving back and forth from one pussy to the next. I loved doing it, one lying on the other, their bodies pressed tight, both of them squirming and groaning as they shuddered and shivered, loving each other as I pleased their pussies.

It gave me the delight of enjoying two different cunts, of switching from one to the other, experiencing the differences. It was always a delight to enter a woman, to slide my girl-dick deep into her cunt and feel her quivering around me. But then to switch to another pussy and experience that same sensation again and again.

It drove me wild.

“Yes, yes, yes, take my futa-cock, sluts!” I moaned, my tits bouncing before me. “I’m going to breed you both!”

“Thank you, Goddess!” Meadow whimpered, her pussy clenching down on my futa-dick as I pumped hard in and out of her for a few strokes, smacking my crotch into her ass gripped in Krystine’s hands.

“Futanari, yes!” howled Krystine as I plowed into her juicy snatch, her once-pure depths squeezing down on me, welcoming home.

“Fuck her!” Meadow moaned. “Ooh, give her the same pleasure you give me, Futanari!”

I switched pussies, my cock momentarily free of any silky friction, the air wafting cool around my drenched cunt. Then I was back into Meadow’s barely legal snatch, her hot flesh caressing the tip of my futa-dick.

The pleasure built and built in my ovaries. One more load of jizz to breed the last two virgins.

My breasts heaved and bounced as the pleasure spilled through me. It was incredible. The church pressed in on us. The men were naked now. I hadn’t noticed. The women stroked their cocks. It was clear they all salivated to enjoy the four virgins, Gavin and his wife staring at Meadow and Krystine as they writhed before me, Meadow’s father staring at Hilario as she sixty-nined with Jocelin.

Such lust brimmed in the air.

“Give them the Holy Seed!” chanted the church, their faces twisted with feverish light.

“Breed them, Holy Futanari!”

“Bless them, Goddess!”

“The Holy Seed!”

“Amen!”

I groaned, my pussy clenching, my juices flooding down my thighs as I fucked from cunt to cunt . Meadow and Krystine shuddered and writhed together. Their bodies undulated as I plowed over and over into their juicy twats.

I buried into Meadow and groaned as her back arched. Her rump tensed beneath Krystine’s slender fingers. And her pussy… Her pussy went wild about my cock. My head threw back as her once-virgin flesh sucked at my futa-dick, begging for my girl-cum.

“I’m breeding her!” I howled as my cock erupted. My first blast of futa-cum spurted into her cunt. “I’m giving them both my holy seed!”

“HALLELUJAH!”

The cult’s church thundered with their euphoric praise as I wrenched my spurting cock out of Meadow’s cunt and, my jizz splashing across both their pussies, I rammed it into Krystine’s fertile depths in time to give her a share of my spunk.

My body bucked and quivered as the euphoria slammed into my mind. It was so incredible. Waves of darkness washed across my vision. My eyes fluttered. My tits heaved while my pussy convulsed. Rapture flooded from my cunt while ecstasy fired from my dick.

They met in my thoughts, melted them.

Krystine’s pussy milked out the last of my cum. I groaned, stumbling back. I gained my feet, swaying, staring down at the two pussies dripping with my futa-cum. The watching cult groaned, surging in, Krystine’s and Meadow’s parents going for Hilario and Jocelin while their parents went for Meadow and Krystine. The rest of the church swarmed who they wanted.

I shook my head as my orgasm bled out of me. Euphoria died into buzzing rapture as I witnessed their frenzied worship.

“Fuck me,” I whispered.

The orgy raged around me. The members of the church, especially the women, were all so eager to touch the virgins. The older women diving between the deflowered virgin’s thighs to lick at their bred pussies while the men readied themselves to enjoy their pussies. Gavin’s dick aimed at Krystine’s blonde-furred muff, guided towards her depths by his wife.

I backed away, realizing they had forgotten about me in their celebration.

The stained glass windows depicting my life and actions loomed about me. They stared down at me. It made me shiver. I wasn’t a goddess. I felt like such a fraud standing here even pretending for these people. My excitement died.

I backed away, grabbing my discarded clothing and backpack. Then I darted for the doors. I wanted to put distance between myself and this strange cult. It was fine that they worshiped me.

I just didn’t need to be there to watch it.

Outside, I drew on my clothing as fast as I could, my body buzzing from my orgasms. My backpack on, I darted down the main street from the church. My cowboy boots, well-broken in after months of walking, carried me at a brisk pace. My toned legs ate up the distance with ease.

I had gotten two blocks, halfway to the highway that ran along the north side of town, when my phone rang. I pulled it out of my skirt, frowning, wondering who was calling me right now? This was a number only a few people should know—my family and close friends, for emergencies. I asked them not to call me unless it was important.

I swiped the screen. “Hello?”

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April 17th, 2047

“Wow, that does sound a little surreal,” Adelia said, shaking her head. “Do you still feel that way today about this Holy Church of the Futanari?”

“No, no,” I said, the politician in me taking over. I still found it… disturbing that a large group of people worshiped me as a goddess, that they thought I was special. But they were instrumental in both getting me elected as president and helping to unify the world under the new government I would head in a few months. “I think they’re wonderful people. They’re good-working and honest. The men are happy to raise futa-daughters. They’re honored that the women they love were blessed by me or one of my many, many daughters.”

“We love them, too, Mom!” a group shouted from the audience. Clearly, my daughters were in attendance.

“So, you got a phone call,” Adelia said. “This is the second time you brought up phone calls in the interview. They always are important to your life. Was it the cult? Where they trying to get you back to worship you some more?”

“No, no,” I said, a smile on my face. “It was Kurt. And he dropped one astounding bomb on me. I was right there in the middle of the road in Omitz, Kansas when he told me that he was getting married.” A giddy twist built in me. I couldn’t help but sound gushing as I continued, “While I was wandering across America for the last few months, he met the one and was hopelessly in love. I could hear it in his voice.”

“That must be such a satisfying thing to experience,” Adelia said, a sighing wistfulness entering her voice.

I turned my head to stare at my wife, Sharron, watching from off-stage. Her blue eyes glowed as they stared at me, her strawberry-blonde curls falling about that beautiful face. My smile matched the loving one on her lips.

“Yes, it is,” I said, not hiding the emotion.

Sharron dabbed at her eyes with her right hand, her left cradling her pregnant belly.

“Well,” Adelia said, her voice a little tight with emotion, “when we get back, we’ll talk about this wedding. We all know what an impact it had on your life, Becky.”

My head turned back to Adelia. “It changed my life, it just took a while for me to discover that.”

“We’ll be right back with a word from our sponsors,” Adelia said to the camera, her words breathy. The red lights dimmed.

I had to go kiss my wife.

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

got some mixed comments from the first part, but a couple asked me to continue, so here we are. hope u like this

“Oh Damn that feels good!” my sister cries as i suck on her left nipple whilst squeezing her right tit in my hand. she pulls me in close to her, grabs my left hand and squeezes tight. i swap tits, sucking on her right nipple and begin to lift my left hand up to play with her left tit when she pulls my hand back down so it rests on her belly button. she continues to moan and her breathing starts to quicken, and i feel my hand sliding down her stomach, coming to rest in between her thighs. she flips us over so she is again on top, and this time i take of my shirt to reveal my small double A breasts. she starts to suck and lick them, then gently bites on my left nipple and tug hard, causing a small amount of pain which is consumed by a vast amount of pleasure. “Ooohhhh Fuuucccckkkkk” i moan feeling incredible pleasure than i have ever thought possible. her hand snakes down my body without me even
noticing, to wrapped up in my amount of pleasure. it lays in between my thighs, and i feel her starting to rub against the crotch of my tight blue leggings, and that just adds to my excitement “Fuuuucccckkkkkk!!!!!” i scream, my body shaking between her as i feel waves of pleasure coursing through my body, and an increasing wet patch forming on my leggings, darkening the crotch. “and that was just from one touch little Jessie; and look at your leggings, they are all wet. oh well we’ll have to take them off” she whispers, smirking at me and lowering her body so her head is resting in between my legs. she slides them off, and removes my soaked panties, and i instantly place my hands over my pee hole, going a bright shade of red. she takes my hands in hers, kisses them softly, then gently lays them down by my side. i close my eyes, scared of what will happen next. when i feel her hand starting to rub up and down against my pee hole, pleasure consumes me. i push her head into my crotch, screaming incoherent words as an endless wave of pleasure ripples through my body. then the world goes black.

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I stir from a pleasant dream, in which my sister was on top of me, touching me in all of the wrong areas. i get up, only to find it wasn’t a dream, and that I’m laying on the coach, stark-naked and with my nipples and pee hole extremely sore. i think back to what happened; me and my sister were both cold, so we slept together. nothing happened. this morning, i found out about nipples and my pee hole and all other womanly stuff from my sister. nothing happened. we then sat on the sofa for a chat and… oh no. as far as i know, we are not allowed as we are sisters. it was so wrong…. but it felt so good…. i don’t know what to do…. sore and exhausted, i let sleep claim me. I wake up to the smell of bacon, which is strange as we only have it on special occasions. i get up and redress, thinking I’ll ask Christie about the wet patch in a bit. i walk over to where she is standing and put my arms around her, pulling her body in close to me. “Welcome back to the land of the living, sis. want some bacon?” she asks, turning around to give me a quick kiss and a smile. “Of course i want bacon you know i love that stuff!” i shout, jumping up and down like a 4 year old in a candy store. “all right, all right, put your springs away and sit.” she says, laughing at my immature behaviour. we both sit down, eagerly digging into our bacon, then when its all eaten, we put some hot water in the tub and start to wash the plates, talking about random topics until we come across the one ive been waiting for; what we did today. i put the plate down and look at my sister; her rough, brown curly hair, soft complexion, hourglass shaped figure, toned legs and what got my attention the most was her breasts and butt. I’m not sure what size they are as I’m not quite into bra’s yet, but to me they looked fairly big. and her butt i feel was just right; big and round, but not so it was flappy and squishy, it looked nice and full, like a half moon shape. “Do you want to take a picture, Jessie? that way you can stare at my body all day.” she quips, smirking at my expression. “let me see, hmmmm… nope no camera. sorry Christie maybe next time ” i say, only to end us both up in fits of laughter. ” i wanted to ask Christie, just out of curiosity, what size bra’s you wear.” I’m a Double D why Jessie, you jealous?” she smirks, putting her hands on her hips and shaking her tits around so they bounce all over the place. As I’m about to complain on the fact that i would at least like to see my toes without having to look over to globes, she places a finger on my lips, and pulls me in close to her. i respond to her touch and trail my hands all over her body, leaving light kisses on her neck. thinking back to when she ‘went down on me’ and that i owe her a favour, i quickly drop to my knees and lull her tight leather trousers down to reveal a crimson thong. i place my hand on her crotch and start to rub my hand against it, trying to remember what she did to me; up and down, up and down, circles. she moans out load and grabs hold of the side for support as her legs begin to shake, and i see a dark patch form on her panties and a white liquid slide down her thighs. i pull her panties down and i am instantly hit by a strong aroma; sweet, but something ive never smelt before. i move my head in closer for a better smell, when my sister place both of her hands on the back of my head and pushes my head into her crotch, making me accidentally catch her pee hole with my tongue. “FUCK!!!” she screams, and slides onto the floor her body spasming as white liquid pours out of a spot just below of her pee hole. “Oh Yeah, lick my pussy” i hear her mumble, still pushing my head into her crotch. guessing this new found hole was her pussy, i placed my tongue on the edge and started to lick. “Oh Fuck Oh Fuck Oh FUCKKKKKK!!!!!!!!” she screams as more of the white stuff pours out of her pussy and floods my face. i start to rub it again with my hand, only to find its sopping wet. i place one finger on the edge, and, taking a big guess i push gently till my finger is knuckle deep in her pussy. “Oh Shit!” she moans, and grabs my head and pushes me into her tits. i latch onto her left tit and suck hard, whilst pushing my finger in her pussy. “Oh god, ur gonna.. ur gonna make me … make me… make me cuuummmmmmmm!!!!” she screams her body shaking as she cums on my finger. i pull my finger out and lift it up, smell it, and think if it smells sweet, it may taste sweet as well. coming to that conclusion, i lift my finger to my mouth and suck it dry, tasting the sweet liquid. “Damn that tastes nice” i say, then get back between her legs and start licking up the sweet honey juice still in her pussy, causing her to cum again on my face. “Oh Fuck” she says, then passes out on the floor. i go up to her and cuddle up with her, and lay my head on her, using her tits as pillows, and fall asleep.

I had been married for years before I developed a bi-interest, and my wife recently learned that I have developed a taste for cock. Without her knowing, I had had a few experiences sucking cock during the past few years, but I unfortunately always had to keep it secret and to myself. Upon learning of my bi-interest, she definitely was not supportive of this at first, but eventually accepted my fantasies and just recently decided to surprise me by hooking me up with one of her best girl friend Pam and her husband, Roger, who she knew were “swingers.” She didn’t necessarily approve of such a life style but at the same time, thought it would be nice for me. She would just not participate, that’s all!

My wife was never into anything real kinky. She just enjoyed straight-up sex, never did anal, and when she did “blow” me she never allowed me to cum in her mouth, etc. I had hinted and told her my fantasy towards three-ways, either MMF or MFF, but she was never interested.

Well, one night, we scheduled baby sitters and got together with Barbara
and Roger for an adult night together. I had thought this only meant “no kids”, but turned out to be very pleasantly surprised at what happened. As soon as we were all alone, my wife told me that she understood my cock hunger and was willing to indulge me for one night only. After a nice diner out we ended up back at Roger and Barbara’s house. As arranged by my wife, I looked at Barbara and Roger and with little or no preliminaries they lead me to their bedroom……..

They started to undress and I finally started to believe this was for real. Barbara walked over to me, reached down, and freed my cock from my pants. Before I knew it, she was down on her knees sucking both my cock and her husband’s cock. I was pretty nervous at first, but looked over toward my wife and saw that she was watching Barbara and she had her panties off, her legs spread, and was starting to finger her clit. I got rock hard and could feel my cock continue to swell in Barbara’s warm, sweet mouth. I was hot and ready to do my thing even though I was enjoying the blow job immensely.

I couldn’t wait any longer, I pulled away from Barbara, got down on my knees, and took Roger’s cock in my mouth. It was semi-hard and looked to be about 7″ but getting harder and bigger quickly. I licked his cock head and took as much as his shaft as was possible in my mouth. I had sucked cock a few times before, but this was the first time I had done it in front of my wife, or even with her knowledge for that matter. She must have enjoyed what she was witnessing, because she yelled at me to swallow or take as much of Roger’s cock in my mouth as possible.

I must have sucked and licked Roger’s cock for a few minutes or more until Barbara took his cock back and started sucking him again. After another minute Roger blew a load of warm creamy cum right into his wife’s mouth. She lapped it up and started to lick his cock clean. I had never yet taken a load of cum in my mouth and I knew I had just missed my chance this time. So, I reached out for his cock and Barbara realized I wanted to share this moment and allowed me to licked the rest of his cum coated cock clean. While I was doing this, Barbara went back to work on my cock for a few minutes. Damn, she could suck cock. Eventually. Roger moved over and started sucking my cock too. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I warned Roger, but he sucked my cock even harder as I launched a heavy load of fresh cum right down his throat, which he swallowed it all except what was oozing around the corners of his mouth.

By then, Roger’s cock was fully hard at 8″ and he began to fuck his wife. After a few minutes of hearing Barbara moan from her husband’s thrusts, I got in front of her and she began to suck my cock again – – it was hard again very quickly. We kept that going for a while until Roger told me he wanted to see me fuck her. I looked over at my wife and she started working her pussy even harder with a dildo that Barbara had given to her. My wife’s face was a picture of lust as she moved that black dildo in and out of her wet pussy. As I entered Barbara’s hot pussy and starting fucking her hard, Roger got down and licked her pussy and my balls while I fucked her. Once I started moaning a little, Barbara turned around, sat on her husband’s cock and took mine back into her mouth. Within a few seconds, I let go of a load bigger than the first time and right into Barbara’s sucking mouth, and she took it all.

I watched Barbara as she got to her feet and walked over to my wife Mary, who was still fucking herself with the dildo. Barbara leaned over, placed her hands on each side of her head and kissed my wife on the lips. I could tell my wife was resisting her but Barbara held her tight and was pushing some of my cum into Mary’s mouth. Some of the goo leaked out and was covering their faces as the “Frenched-kissed” each other. As the girls kissed each other savoring my cum, I reached out, took Roger’s cock in my hand and sucked him again. I took his cock as deep as I could into my mouth, licked the head of his cock, and jacked him off with my hand as I sucked him. He started to squirm and I decided this was my time! Roger’s cock recoiled and pulsated at least 4 or 5 fresh squirts of cum right into my mouth. I gagged for a few seconds, but swallowed hard and took his sweet load down to my stomach. I looked over at Mary and our eyes met and she winked at me, licked her lips as to say she knew I was doing what I wanted to do and she was happy with it.

Just the feel of that hot creamy load in my mouth began to get my dick hard
again. Roger told me he wanted me to fuck him up the ass while he fucked Mary. I wasn’t sure “if” Mary would go along with Roger’s wishes but Barbara pulled her toward the bed and told her to lie back and spread her legs. Barbara got to her knees and moved her head between Mary’s thighs and began to lick her pussy as the “guys” rested up for more play. Mary seemed to enjoy a woman licking her cunt for the first time and watched appreciatively as Barbara’s tongue worked wonders on her clit. Seeing that scene and the fact that they seemed to be enjoying it so much, got both Roger and me excited again and Roger told Barbara to move aside. It was Barbara who guided Roger’s beautiful 8″ cock into my wife’s pussy and Mary was feeling another man’s cock in her cunt for the first time since her marriage to me. Roger is certainly bigger and thicker than me and Mary was moaning with pleasure at the difference. The smile on her face was pure and I think she realized what she had been missing by not playing with another couple or another man occasionally.

Barbara positioned herself up on the bed and straddled Mary’s head and lowered her wet cunt down on her face and told her to lick her pussy as she had licked hers. I watched as Mary’s tongue probed the tender flesh of Barbara’s gash and then disappear between the lips of her pussy. She was eating pussy and getting fucked as never before and was soon in the throws of a massive orgasm. Roger too was getting close and it looked as though Barbara was on the edge of a cum as well. I told Barbara to move off and for Roger to roll over and bring Mary with him so that he was on the bottom and Mary on top but to keep on fucking her. After they did as I suggested, Mary was humping Roger like a jockey riding horse and I slipped up behind Mary and inserted my cock gently against her asshole. She tensed and I told her to just relax and enjoy the moment. I pushed against her sphincter and eased slowly and gently into ass. I could feel Roger’;s cock moving in and out, just a thin membrane between us and soon we were both pumping in alternate tempo deep in Mary’s cunt and ass. Mary was double fucked! It was a beautiful, wonderful, fantastic feeling and Roger and I busted our “nut” about the same time, filling Mary with a double load of hot cum.

We all lay on the bed, breathing heavily, sighing, laughing, caressing, and touching each other and talking about all of the feelings we had just experienced. It was a special moment and I knew Mary wold never be, or feel, the same again! She had crossed the line about sex and only time would tell what was to be in the months to follow. I think she was more comfortable about my craving for cock and in fact, had enjoyed seeing me suck Roger off and swallow his load right in front of her. I know I enjoyed seeing her lick a pussy, who wouldn’t!

I watched the high school erupt with well-dressed young men and women for a few minutes before pulling up to the door. For the most part I ignored the suited boys unless they had their arms around one of the many made-up teenage girls. Their dresses were, more often than not, too tight for their blossoming figures, their skirts too short, their necklines too low. I wasn’t complaining, only wishing I could take home more than one.

The passenger door opened and Rebecca climbed inside, her long skirt slit far on my side. I could see her black stocking and a bit of her upper thigh where the stockings ended, but the slit continued. She made sure her high-heeled right shoe was inside before slamming the door and sniffling, pulling her seatbelt around her ample chest, barely hidden by her black dress.

“What’s wrong?” I asked as I pulled away from the school, slowing down to admire a blonde girl in a blue gown.

“Michael dumped me,” Rebecca mumbled.

“What?” Michael and my daughter had been dating for a few months. I wasn’t too fond of the boy, but he knew his manners and kept his hands relatively to himself.

“He’s dating Michelle now,” she snapped. Then: “Whore,” under her breath. I pretended not to hear.

“You didn’t put out for him, did you?” I asked.

“No. I wouldn’t do that, Daddy,” she defended herself.

We went the rest of the car ride in silence. She sniffled a few times, and I put a hand on her knee, gently stroking the black stocking. We arrived at home and went inside. Rebecca was about to go to her room and change, no doubt, but I took her by the elbow and said, “Would you like some wine before bed, dear?”

She looked at me oddly, then smiled. “Sure.”

I had never allowed her to drink alcohol before, so she was both surprised and a bit excited by my invitation. I led her into the living room, where a bottle sat in an ice bucket. I popped the cork and poured two glasses of wine. We sat on the couch together, and I put my arm around her shoulder. She leaned her head against my chest and slowly sipped from her glass.

“You know, Michael isn’t good enough for my little girl, anyway,” I said.

She nodded. When her glass was empty I surprised her again by refilling it. She took another sip, then said, “Daddy?”

“Yes, dear.”

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t entirely truthful in the car.”

I felt myself squeeze her arm a little tightly as a flash of anger went through me. I caught myself, afraid of ruining the mood, and responded: “Really?”

“I kind of put out.”

“Kind of?”

“Yeah.”

“Tell me.”

“The long story or the short story?”

“The whole thing.”

“Remember when I went to that party last night?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, even though you told me not to, I drank. A lot. I’m sorry, Daddy, but everyone else was doing it . . . and I know that that’s no excuse, but Michael was kind of ignoring me and everyone else was having fun, so I started drinking too.

“I was really trashed and I saw Michael going into one of the rooms with Michelle. I got pissed off and followed them up there to yell at them. They were really drunk, too. When I opened the door Michael was sitting at the foot of the bed, with his pants and underwear down around his ankles. His . . .”

“Cock?”

“Yeah, it was all hard and everything. Michelle had her sweater off; she was just wearing her little whore cheering skirt and her socks. She was sitting next to him, giving him a handjob. Seeing his . . . cock . . . I was getting turned on, even though I was pissed about seeing him with Michelle. She was just looking at me, all superior and everything, and Michael was starting to say that he needed satisfaction, and he loved me, but I wouldn’t do anything for him. Michelle looked at him and she was like, ‘She won’t even give you a blowjob?’

“She pushed him down onto his back and started sucking on his cock. I was so pissed that she was just doing this in front of me like she didn’t even care. She stopped and looked at me again. ‘Come on, Rebecca,’ she said. ‘It’s fun.’

“I didn’t know what to do, but I was sure if I left them there alone then Michael would dump me and everyone would hear about what a lousy girlfriend I was from Michelle. I didn’t want her to win, so I took off my tank top and got on my knees between his legs. I started licking his cock while she held it up, but I wasn’t sure what to do. Michelle said, ‘Like this,’ and showed me how to take his cock in my mouth and suck on it. So I started to do that.

“For a while I was fighting to keep her away from his cock so that I could give him the blowjob. She stopped trying to suck on it whenever I lifted my head and pulled her panties off. She sat on Michael’s face and I knew he was licking her pussy while I was giving him a blowjob. That pissed me off, too, because I just wanted that bitch to leave. Sorry.”

“That’s okay,” I assured her. “Sip your wine and continue.”

She did so. “Well, anyway, after a while my mouth was getting tired so I just started licking the underside of his cock and Michelle leaned down across his body and was licking the other side. Our tongues touched a few times, and then we were kissing, suddenly, with his cock between us. Michael started to cum, and Michelle and I let him do it all over our tongues and lips. We were kissing some more, then, with his cum in our mouths.”

“Is that all?”

She took another sip of wine. Then, softly, ashamed, “No.”

“What happened next?”

“Michelle climbed off of Michael and started touching my breasts, kissing them, and licking my nipples. I was getting real horny, and I started touching her, too. We made out for a little while, and Michael got dressed. I wasn’t feeling angry anymore, and I wanted to have sex or something. I thought I was going to explode.

“Michael said we should go to his house, and we said we would. We walked there . . . getting dressed first, of course. Michelle and I were ignoring Michael, walking together, talking a little, and kissing and stuff. We snuck into Michael’s room so we wouldn’t wake his parents. Michael said he wanted to fuck me, but I said I couldn’t. I’m sorry, Daddy.”

“It’s alright, sweetie, don’t worry about your words, just tell me what happened.” I was getting incredibly aroused from this story, wondering just what this Michelle looked like.

“Okay, well, Michelle said she’d fuck him. He took off his clothes and lay on his bed. Michelle hadn’t put her panties back on and she sat on him and let him fuck her. Michael said he’d lick my pussy if I sat on his face, so I took off my pants and panties, and did so. Michelle wouldn’t be quiet, and I tried to be, but he made me cum twice while he was fucking her. I was facing away from Michelle and she reached around me and took off my top, and started squeezing my tits again.

“We heard some sounds from the house and someone went into the bathroom and started using the shower. We tried to be quiet, and I came again and got off of Michael. He was about to cum too, and Michelle got off of him quick and started sucking his cock again. He came in her mouth and it started dripping out and along the sides of his cock. I really liked his cum last time, so I started to lick up what she was missing. Then we kissed some more. While we were kissing, Michael passed out.

“Michelle said she had to go to the bathroom and ran out of the room. I started thinking about what I’d done, and wanted to go home. I started to get my things together, but Michelle came running back into the room, giggling. She grabbed my hand and pulled me up. ‘Come on, Rebecca, you gotta see this,’ she said. I tried to get away, but she dragged me to the bathroom.

“A guy was in the shower. We could kind of see him through the glass doors. He was jerking off. Michelle took off her sweater and skirt. ‘What are you doing?’ I asked, too loudly. The guy in the shower stopped suddenly, and peeked out.

“‘Want some help with that?’ Michelle asked him. It was Michael’s dad. He grinned at us. I was still naked and so was Michelle now. I covered my tits with my arms and tried to back out of the bathroom, but Michelle put an arm around my shoulders. ‘Come on, it’ll be fun,’ she said.

“‘I have to go home,’ I said.

“‘I’ll take you girls home when we’re done if you want to take a shower with me,’ he said. Michelle nodded and stepped into the shower, dragging me in by one arm. I looked down and saw that Michael’s dad had a huge cock. It was making me horny again. Michelle started kissing him on the lips and he had one hand all over her ass. He reached past her with the other one and started touching my tits, squeezing them and pinching my nipples.

“‘Would you suck my dick, Rebecca?’ he asked. I didn’t want him to get pissed off and I kind of wanted to, so I got down on my knees and started sucking his cock like I had done to Michael. I looked up and saw that he was putting his fingers inside Michelle’s pussy. He was rubbing outside of it a lot too, ’cause she shaved her pubic hair. I was moving my lips back and forth on his big cock a lot, and fast.

“After a little while he said he wanted to fuck me, but Michelle said, ‘She’s saving herself for marriage,’ to tease me. ‘I’ll fuck you, though,’ she told him. I stopped sucking and stood up and got out of the way while Michael’s dad pressed Michelle against the glass doors and put his cock between her legs. She groaned when he pushed himself into her and he started pumping in and out of her really fast. He reached out for me and I let him pull me up to him. He tried to kiss me on the lips, but I pulled away and he sucked on my nipples instead.

“After a while he kept saying he was going to cum. Michelle quickly turned around and knelt on the floor, with her mouth open. He started jerking his cock near her mouth and he pushed my head down. I kissed the head of his cock and licked him until he started shooting cum onto Michelle’s tongue. I licked his head while he came, too, and got some more cum in my mouth. When he was done, Michelle grabbed me and started kissing me again.

“Then Michael’s dad turned off the shower and said we should get dressed to go home. We went and put our clothes on while he did the same.”

She finished her glass of wine and I poured another.

“Was that all?”

She looked sheepish. “Almost.”

I sighed, gently rubbing the bulge in my pants. “What else happened?”

She swallowed hard. “When we were getting dressed, Michael woke up again. He asked what was going on, and Michelle said that his father was taking us home. He got up and went with us into his dad’s car. I sat up front with his dad and Michelle sat in back with Michael. I tried to sit with Michael, but Michelle was being a bitch and wouldn’t let me.

“I kept looking back, though, and I saw that she had her hand in his pants and was whispering stuff in his ear while she jerked him off. We got to her house first, though, and Michael wouldn’t go in with her. I got in the backseat while she stumbled to her front door. When she was inside Michael’s dad continued toward our house. Michael took my hand and put it on his cock and said I should jerk him off while I told him about the shower. I was ashamed, though, and said I wouldn’t talk about it, but I stroked his cock for him a bit.

“I didn’t even notice that we had gone past our house until we were near the strip mall. Michael’s dad parked in the empty lot and stopped the car. He got out and came around to the backseat, sitting on the other side of me.

“‘What’s going on?’ I asked. I tried to get out, but I couldn’t get over them.

“‘Relax, Rebecca,’ Michael’s dad said. ‘We just want to fuck you, precious.’

“‘No!’ I insisted. ‘I won’t have sex with either of you. Leave me alone.’ Michael had his cock all the way out now. It seemed bigger than before. I was still jerking him off and didn’t even realize it. I took my hand away.

“‘Okay, okay,” Michael’s dad said. ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. We aren’t going to force you. Would you suck our cocks some more, though?’

“Michael was taking off his pants, and his dad started taking his own off, too, and I knew that I couldn’t refuse them, even though I wanted to go home. When they both had their pants and underwear off, I knew I was horny again, too. Everything was so new, but I realized I loved sucking their cocks . . . and how their cum tasted.

“So I did it. Michael’s dad pulled my head down to his lap and I started sucking his cock first. Michael got up and made the passenger seat flip forward to give him more room. He rubbed his cock on my cheek until I started sucking his, leaving his dad’s poking into my hair for a while. His dad held my face while Michael did all the actions, pumping his cock in and out of my mouth. Then he stopped and I went back to sucking on his dad.

“They sat me down in the center seat and took turns fucking my mouth. I was really sore, but I liked the way they groaned when I was kissing and licking their dicks. Michael said he was about to cum and his dad said I should close my eyes and my mouth. I told him I wanted to taste his cum, but Michael’s dad insisted that I’d had enough in my mouth and that now it was time to see it all over my face. I did what he told me and I felt warm cum spraying all over my lips, cheeks, chin, and everywhere.

“Then a cock was back at my lips and I opened my mouth, tasting some of the cum slip inside, while Michael’s dad went back to fucking my mouth. I felt him brush cum from my eyelids and wipe it on my cheek. He said I could open my eyes, and I did, until he was done with my mouth. He started jerking in front of my face and I closed my eyes again while he sprayed his cum on my forehead and on my nose and cheeks. When he was done he wiped my eyes again and I just sat there, with their cum all over my face. Michael’s dad leaned into the front seat and pulled a Polaroid camera from the glove compartment. He took some pictures of me with cum all over my face and gave me one of them. He kept the rest and told me not to wipe my face off until I got home. Then he drove me home and I ran inside and cleaned up before I went to bed.”

I sighed.

“Daddy?”

“Yes, dear?”

“Are you mad at me?”

“No, honey. No, I’m not mad at you. It’s natural to be curious about sex, and it’s very natural to enjoy sexual things.”

“I didn’t let anyone fuck me, Daddy,” she said, still defensive.

“I know. That was good of you. You did a good job.”

She finished her third glass of wine.

“Do you still have that picture?”

“Yeah,” she said softly. “Do you want it?”

“Let me see it,” I said.

She leaned over and picked up her purse from the coffee table. I admired the low-cut back of her dress. She fumbled in her purse and pulled out the Polaroid. Sure enough, there she was, beautiful green eyes open wide and slightly bloodshot, pretty lips coated in semen, clear white skin mottled with gobs of cum.

“Jesus!” I exclaimed. Hearing about it was one thing, but seeing an actual picture was too much. I was as hard as a redwood in my pants, and I had to massage my cock a bit to keep my jeans from biting sensitive flesh.

“Are you alright, Daddy?” Rebecca asked.

“Yeah, babe. It’s just . . . well, your story . . . and this picture.”

“Are you horny?” she asked, rubbing the thickness in my pants and discovering the answer for herself.

“Would you do something for your Daddy?” I asked, sinking a little lower in the couch, pressing my throbbing cock against her palm.

“Do you want a blowjob?”

“I want you take your dress off first.”

She stood up and reached behind her back, unzipping her dress. She let it slide down to her ankles, revealing that she wore neither bra nor panties. Her tits were firm and round, about a handful each, and I unzipped my pants while I admired what must have been a recently acquired trait of my daughter’s body. She caught my gaze.

“I shaved this tonight. Michelle said it made everything feel better. I wasn’t sure if . . .” she shook her head.

“It’s beautiful,” I said, the awe in my voice unfeigned. Truly her small pink cunt lips were a sight to behold. I noticed the glimmer of something wet on the inside of her thighs.

I finished removing my pants and boxers, my cock popping out, pre-cum glistening on my own stomach and cock. Rebecca looked incredible in nothing but black stockings and high-heeled shoes. She sat on the coffee table, spreading her legs wide, leaning down to me. She stuck out her tongue and slowly licked up the underside of my shaft. I shivered, as electrical currents seemed to infuse my body. She continued to lick me, her tongue strokes becoming faster and shorter.

I grabbed the root of my cock and pushed it toward her mouth. She took my cue and placed the head of my dick on her tongue, sucking me in-between her red lips. She went down halfway, slowly lashing at me with her tongue, bobbing her head up and down over my prick.

She pulled up, leaving her tongue under my cock. “You taste good, Daddy,” she said, kissing the head of my prick.

I stood up, consumed with lust for my daughter. I pulled her up by her waist and sat her down on the couch, pressing her back onto an arm pillow. I knelt on the floor and spread her legs, placing the outward one on my shoulder. Carefully, slowly, I ran my tongue along her cunt lips, delving into her pussy after a while in search of her bud. I found her clit and licked it furiously, cupping my lips over her naked pussy flesh and sucking hard. She moaned loudly and came after a short while.

“I’m going to have you in every way, Rebecca,” I told her.

“Okay, Daddy,” she said, a nervous look in her beautiful eyes.

I climbed onto the couch, keeping her legs spread wide and pressed my cock against her pussy. I rubbed it between her lips before entering her. She gasped as I slowly penetrated past her lips. “Am I slut, Daddy?”

I drove myself hard and deep into her, shattering her hymen with one blow. She jerked up and yelped. “Yes,” I answered as I pulled back slightly. She was breathing too heavily, almost hyperventilating, so I leaned down as I continued my slow strokes, taking her tongue into my mouth, locking my lips to hers, exchanging breath with her. She calmed down and returned to her prone position, spreading her legs wider so that I could fuck her more deeply.

“Oh God, Daddy,” she gasped when our kiss broke. “Oh you feel so good inside me, Daddy. I’m a slut. I’m a slut, Daddy.”

“That’s right,” I said, pumping hard and fast inside her. “You’re a slut and I’m going to cum on your face.”

“Okay, Daddy,” she squealed as another orgasm tore through her. I pulled out, leaping up over her chest and sprayed my own semen all over her pretty little face. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth, taking a lot of my cum on her tongue and lips. When the spurts were done, I angled my cock down into her mouth and she gently milked it dry with her warm mouth.

I sat back down to catch my breath, cleaned off her eyelids, and gently squeezed one of her tits while she licked the cum around her lips. She sat up and seemed to be concentrating, perhaps to better feel the semen globs dripping down her face. “I’m not done yet,” I told her.

“Okay, Daddy.”

“Wait here.”

I returned in a few minutes, bottle of lubricant in hand. “Lay on your stomach,” I told her. I helped position a pillow just under her cunt, aiming her small ass up a bit. I sat down behind her, placing her calves over my lap. I gently squeezed her asscheeks, rubbed her wet cunt from behind. Then I poured some of the lubricant on one hand, tightly holding one asscheek with the other. I poured some of the lubricant into her asshole, making her moan in pleasure at the sudden cool sensation on her sensitive sphincter.

I rubbed my index finger on her asshole for a little while, finally slipping inside her with ease. She groaned as my penetrating her ass with a finger made her cum again. She was breathing heavily already while I started pressing my finger deeper inside her and pulling it out again, fucking her tight asshole with my finger.

My cock was slowly regaining its fortitude, but I still wasn’t hard enough to fuck her. My finger still poking in and out of her ass, I moved around to the side of the couch, pressing my thickening prick to her mouth. She opened her cum-stained lips and took me inside, working her tongue expertly along the underside of my cock. It didn’t take long for me to widen and lengthen within her mouth.

“I’m going to fuck your ass now,” I warned, moving back behind her.

“Okay,” she whispered as another rush came over her.

I poured some more lubricant on my finger, pulling it out long enough to let some of the cool gel get inside her. I aimed my cock at her tiny hole, gently pressing against the slick surface. She was still too tight, and I spread her cheeks with both hands once my cock was in the right position. The mushroom cap of my head popped in, causing her to groan aloud again.

“You’re too big, Daddy,” she said as I pressed down another half an inch.

“No I’m not, honey. You’ll be fine,” I said, pressing harder, spreading her wider.

“Okay,” she said through clenched teeth. I pulled back a bit, eliciting a moan from my daughter, then pushed hard into her, sinking halfway into her ass.

It took about three minutes of slowly fucking her ass for her to grow accustomed to my thickness in her most tender of crevices. Eventually, however, I was able to fuck her at a faster, harder pace. Her ass squeezed my cock tighter than I ever could do it with my own hand, but another application of lubricant loosened her up again. I reached between her legs and rubbed her clit while I thrust in and out of her ass. Her long moans and sighs deteriorated into quick gasped and whelps at every inward thrust. But the next time she came she pushed herself up by her arms and threw her ass hard against me, driving me even deeper into her. I reached around her and grasped one of her tits, the other hand still fondling her sex, while I humped her ass furiously.

I nibbled on her neck and pinched her nipple, enjoying every audible breath she made.

“Oh God, I’m gonna cum!” I said finally, pushing her away from me. I popped out of her ass and she swiftly knelt on the floor in front of me, head tilted back, mouth open, tongue out.

I aimed my cock at her tongue and jerked hard. My cum exploded as though from a shotgun, coating her eager tongue and teeth, splashing her already sticky face in dozens of places. She swallowed my cum hungrily, rushing up to take my prick in her mouth, sucking all the excess seed from me. Finally done, she rested her head on the couch, while I watched her beautiful face, not marred but enhanced by the semen slowly dripping down it.

After a while Rebecca went to take a shower and get ready for bed. I climbed into my own bed, utterly exhausted. After a few minutes, Rebecca joined me, having put on a pair of white lace panties and cotton socks. She snuggled against my chest and I put my arm around her.

“Daddy?” Rebecca said, pressing her breasts against me.

“Yes?”

“What should I do about Michael and Michelle?”

I thought for a moment. Then: “Well, Michael doesn’t deserve you. You should tell him to go to hell.”

“Okay. What about Michelle?”

“You should invite her over for dinner some night.”

Now Rebecca was silent for a moment, slowly stroking my leg with her soft hand. “Alright,” she grinned.

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“Britney, I don’t want to go,” I whine, laying on my best friend’s bed, staring at her ceiling.

“I don’t care if you don’t want to go,” she replied, putting on her Victoria’s Secret lip gloss and making lustful faces to herself in the mirror. “I need to go, Brandon’s going, and I can’t go alone.”

“Well shit, good to know the only reason you’re taking me to this party is because you’re a lonely sex pot,” I say bitterly, getting up and pushing her out of the way. I look at myself in the mirror, smiling a little. I glance at my logo-less black t-shirt, skin-tight against my 36D tits, and wonder if my ass-length black and blue plaid skirt is too much, or if my knee-high combat boots are too nerve-wracking.

“I love you, Sissy, I want you to come with me cuz it’ll be fun,” Britney said, hugging me from behind and interrupting my thoughts. I felt her b-cup breasts press against my back and I feel myself get a little aroused. If only she knew how into her I really was….

An hour later, we were at some douchebag jock’s party, beer sloshing about, drunk idiots and desperate sluts all around.

“I hate it here,” I whispered, sitting on the couch next to Britney and Brandon. They were dry-humping and making out, and I was extremely annoyed. I got up and grabbed a beer from the table, chugging it before grabbing another one and going back to my seat.

“Let’s go upstairs,” Brandon said, and Britney eagerly got off his lap, his small erection pushing through his jeans. I groaned in disgust and drank my second beer, immediately feeling the effects of both beers.

“I need to get out of here,” I muttered drunkenly, getting up and making my way to the door. “GOODBYE ASSHOLES!” I called upstairs, then left, immediately being hit by the freezing temperature. “Fuck…” I muttered, my vision blurring a little bit. I started walking…

About ten minutes later, I was passing the forest, and I heard steps behind me. “WHO THE FUCK IS STALKING ME?” I called out, my inebriation obvious.

“It’s just me,” a pleasantly innocent male’s voice said, and I turned around, suddenly face-to-face with a guy I had never seen before. His eyes were a piercing blue, and I thought I could fall into them. He was wearing a black hoodie and tight skinny jeans, black shoes and painted black nails.

“Who da fuck’re you?” I slurred, staring at the guy, probably three or for years older than me.

“My name is Curtis, and I thought you dropped this,” he said, gesturing to a hankerchief, “it smells like vanilla.” I leaned forward and sniffed it, and immediately passed out…

When I came to, I was in the forest on my back, and my arms were pinned to the ground. I looked down, and saw my panties next to me, which startled me. “Son of a bitch!” I muttered, trying to move.

“Oh good, you’re awake!” Curtis said happily, getting up and clapping his hands like a child. He leaned down and kissed me on the cheek.

“Time for some fun,” he said sweetly, and then his demeanor changed. He was suddenly stern and serious, swiftly slapping me across the face. I cried out and tried to move away, but my hands were stuck.

“Let me go you freak!” I screamed,and was awarded with another slap, this one harder. Then he pulled his shoes off, calmly and swiftly. Next off were his pants, which he shed quickly despite their tightness. As he pulled his hardening dick out of the hole in his boxer briefs, he looked at me.

“You’re such a fucking tease. No fucking bra, short fucking skirt. Who do you think you are?” Curtis growled at me, straddling my chest and putting his surprisingly large cock in my face.

“Suck it,” he ordered, but I kept my mouth shut. He made a fist and held it in front of me. “I’ll break your face.” He said it with such a calm, sincere tone…

“Fuck you,” I muttered through my teeth, and he laughed.

“That comes later, you fucking whore,” he said, then brought his fist down on my nose, making me open my mouth wide with a scream of agony.

He quickly shoved half his cock in my mouth before I bit down, quickly being rewarded with another swift punch in the face. I stopped biting down and relaxed my mouth, letting him facefuck me. The pain hurt so intensely, I had to close my eyes and focus on a positive mental image, the beach during the summer…. I felt a sharp slap and my eyes shot open.

“Keep your fucking eyes open, you need to watch this,” he groaned, his balls slapping me in the chin with each thrust. I stared, gagging and choking each time his cock hits the back of my throat. His breathing became short panting breaths of air.

“Fuck…I’m gonna…i’m gonna…” He quickly pulled out and I could see his jaw clench. “No….I’m not,” he said a few minutes later, his breath back to normal, and he lowered down between my legs, putting his cock at my entrance.

I quickly tried to squirm away to no avail. I had seen enough defloweration porn in my teenage years to know how bad it could hurt. I looked into his eyes, and flinched. The look in his eyes, it was so full of rage and lust, I gave up. I completely gave up.

“No…NO! I WANT YOU TO FIGHT!” Curtis screamed, his hand making it’s way to my neck, starting to choke me. I didn’twant to fight back, I wanted to die right then and there. For a second, anyway.

I started screaming and trying to get him off me. I couldn’t die like this, a victim! I kept trying until he reached over into his pants pocket and pulled out a rather sharp-looking knife. I was so scared, I froze up. I fainted.

When I came to, my shirt was ripped and tattered, barely connected anymore. My skirt was cut down the middle and lay beneath me.

“Is…is he gone?” I muttered to myself.

“Nope,” Curtis said gleefully, and pulled off his shirt, revealing a semi-pale not-too-skinny body. There he stood, in his boxers and socks, looking like some girl’s dream. Not my fucking dream.

“Why didn’t you just fuck me and leave?” I asked through my teeth, my face radiating with pain from my broken nose.

“What’s the fun in that?” he asked, then sat between my legs, holding his keyring. He showed me what looked like a bullet and I stared, confused. “You’re not wet, so I’m going to make you wet. I poked a finger in while you were passed out, you’re fucking tight. I didn’t bring lube. Or condoms,” he said, grinning at the last part.

He turned the bullet a little, like a lipstick tube, and it began to loudly vibrate. “Fuckno! Get away!” I yelled, not wanting this rapist to arouse me. He brought the vibe to my puss, using his other hand to spread my netherlips, and started circling my clit with it. I bit my tongue, trying to keep back a moan.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he asked, moving it a little faster, sliding a finger inside me. He nodded, showing me the finger, a little wet. He put it back in, and slowly began to fingerfuck me. He went slow, almost as if we were lovers and he knew it was my first time. I moaned softly, losing myself in the pleasure. I closed my eyes and pictured Britney in his place, her gorgeous platinum blonde hair, her sweet pink lips, her perfect-handful tits…

I was brought back to reality as I started to climax, my pussy tightening around Curtis’ finger, my back arching, my loud moan of pleasure. I kept my eyes closed, thinking about Britney leaning down and licking up my juices from her pink bedspread. My eyes shot open as, without warning, Curtis shoved his thick cock inside of me, ripping my hymen.

“FUCKER!” I screamed, the pain shooting through me. He kept going, hard and fast, his nails digging into my tits, grunting and groaning like an animal. He reached down and grabbed the bullet, putting it on my clit. It felt good, but not good enough to ignore all the excruciating pain i was feeling, both emotional and physical.

“Cum for me Sissy!” he moaned, staring at my bouncing tits, rubbing my already sensitive clit with the vibrator.

“NO! FUCK YOU!” I screamed, but I could feel the vibrator working it’s magic, and my vaginal muscles started tightening around his thick throbbing cock. I started moaning and whining softly, trying not to climax again. I knew where I was, and he did not deserve my pleasure.

“If you don’t, I’ll go after your blonde friend,” Curtis moaned softly in my ear, our naked upper bodies pressed together. My eyes widened as I stared up at him hopelessly.

I quickly closed my eyes and went back to my fantasy world. Brtiney was there, fucking me gentley with a dildo, the pink one I had seen in her underwear drawer numerous times. She was also rubbing my clit, mewling and panting like i had heard her do in the shower as I peeked at her, watching her rub her clit and hump the air…

I quickly began to climax, moaning her name, and I heard Curtis moan loud, reminding me where I was. I watched him climaxx, his face contorting as he leaned down and bit my neck hard, making me moan in pain but whimper in pleasure. I felt his hot seed shoot inside of me, rope after rope of cum.

He got up and starting putting his clothes on a few minutes later, then looked at me. “Remember what I said about your friend.”

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I wake up in a daze in the forest, tied down with ropes, pain shooting through my body. As far as I can tell, there’s nobody else with me, but it’s pitch black and I can’t move my head. How did I get here? I can’t remember.

Mr Dean Christie was not a nice guy! Oh yes, he was affable and polite, charming even, but it was all a front. He was ruthless and he usually managed to get what he was after. This time he was after the single 30 something Mom next door, but more especially, her fit teen daughter.

He had an all-electric black Jaguar I-Pace SUV as his day car and a yellow 1968 Porsche 911 Targa, recently fully restored, as his weekend drive. Not that he did much driving; Dee spent most of his time at home and around the pool, only going out or online for when he was mentoring ex-colleagues in the banking industry.

Dee was a bachelor. He didn’t have girlfriends; he had acquaintances, because he liked it that way!

He had retired just after his 50th birthday and relocated from London, England to LA in the US. He didn’t by a mansion on Rodeo Drive though! About three years ago he’d bought a house in suburbia, surrounded by families. It was a large house mind, that had recently been modernised. It had its own pool and big backyard. The backyard was slightly overlooked by the next-door neighbour’s house up the hill from him but that didn’t bother him as he could see in there their yard, with a good view of most of the pool area, and you just don’t know when that might be a benefit!

The house next door had been empty when he moved in and had stayed that way until around six months ago when a young Mom and her teenage daughter had moved in. There was no man on the scene and Dee subsequently found out that the Dad had died in a fatal car accident and they had relocated to get away from the memories in their old place. Dee also learned that the Mom had Irish heritage, which was interesting.Mom and daughter had spent a lot of time and money tidying up their new home when they moved in, and it was now looking pretty smart.

The Mom, Angie Adams, was around her late 30’s and was in great shape. Her daughter Carla Louis, or Lou as she preferred to be called, had her 18th birthday a few weeks after they moved in. Angie and Lou were both fit as fuck, but it was the teenage daughter that Dee lusted after.

The pair were often out in the backyard together, so Dee checked them out from the back-bedroom that overlooked their pool. It became obvious that they both liked to sunbath topless, which was the bonus Dee had been hoping for when he bought in suburbia! Just watching them lounging about got his dick hard and he would sit and watch from behind the shutters, stroking his erection whilst he planned how he might get to fuck them.

Dee had a top of the range SLR camera, so he set it up in the back-bedroom behind the shutters with a superzoom lens and he took photos and videos that he added to his porn collection.

Lou’s best friend Betty was a regular visitor to the house to chill around the pool with Lou and seemed to stay over quite often at weekends. Whilst Lou was around 5 feet 6 with a fulsome figure and curves in all the right places like her Mom, Betty was tall and willowy, skinny even, with smaller breasts. Both had round, tight butts. Lou had long dark hair whist Betty was a short blonde. Lou was very confident and mature for her years. She knew what she liked and didn’t like and had a stubborn streak that meant she wouldn’t be messed around with. Betty was not quite so worldly-wise, but she trusted Lou, so she tended to follow her lead.

Lou also had her larger group of friends over quite often to hangout around by the pool, and they would all sunbathe topless. One afternoon there was an almighty commotion from the back yard next door and so Dee went to the back room to investigate. The girls were having a water fight around the pool, so they were chasing each other which meant that teen tits were bouncing. Some of them had somehow lost their bikini bottoms so the video he took that afternoon became a go to for a good wank.

Dee didn’t do romantic or tender. With Dee it was physical and energetic. He didn’t do lovemaking; he did sex, and it could be aggressive! He didn’t do the really rough or extreme stuff mind. He wasn’t selfish though, he was always sure to make his partner cum, multiple times hopefully!

Xxxxxxx

Dee worked hard to befriend Angie and Lou; not to be nice, but to pursue his own agenda. And then came the day when it started to pay off, or so he hoped!

Angie popped round to see him one Wednesday after work for a quick chat. She was going away for a long weekend and but leaving Lou and Betty at home in the house. They had been warned off house parties and having lots of her friends’ round, so they would only need the occasional visit to check all was ok. Dee wouldn’t mind, would he? You bet he wouldn’t mind! But talk about asking the fox to guard the hen coop!

Dee popped round Friday evening, after the girls got back from college, to check they were all set. They told him they were staying for a film night with a pizza delivery, so they were fine. What they didn’t say was that the films would be porn and there would be large dildos involved!

Dee spent the evening watching his video recordings of the girls whilst planning his next move.

On the Saturday the girls were sunbathing topless by the pool as usual, so after lunch Dee popped round to put his plan in to action!

“Would you like to come and chill out by my pool next door and then I will do us a barbeque for diner?” He asked.

Why not!” Lou replied, getting up and slipping on an oversized t-shirt. Betty did the same and they followed him round to his place.

Immediately on arrival the girls removed their t-shirts and resumed sunbathing on the sunlounges.

“Would you like a glass of prosecco?” He asked.

“Oh, that would be nice!” they replied in unison, so Dee went to the kitchen, poured three very large glasses, and joined his teen friends. His plan was not to get them drunk just nice, and relaxed.

“You’re not trying to get us drunk, so you can have your wicked way with us, are you Mr C?” Lou asked, being more intuitive than she realised.

“No, of course not! I just want you to feel chilled and enjoy the sunshine,” Dee deflected.

It got to 4pm and Dee was thinking of his next move. Trouble was, that set his imagination running and that led to the usual response in his loins.

“Anyone for a top up?” he asked, getting up from his lounger, having decided to offer refills.

“Yes, please Mr C,” they both chimed, so he went to get the bottle from the fridge.

“Hey, is that a bulge in your shorts, Mr C?” Lou asked, as he refilled her empty glass.

“Certainly not. That would be totally out of order with young girls like you around,” said Dee, trying to be as dismissive as possible.

“So, you don’t find us sexy then?” asked Betty.

“I didn’t say that; it is just not a bulge in my shorts!”

“So, you do find us sexy, then?” countered Lou. And then moving on, out the blue, she asked, “Hey, Mr C, do old men like you watch porn?”

“Don’t you be cheeky Miss Adams, I am ‘older’, not old!” Dee replied, trying to sidestep the question.

“Ok, so do older men like you watch porn then?” she asked, determined not to be side-tracked.

“Why, do you watch it?” He answered, deflecting yet again.

“Yeh, sometimes. In fact, we watched some last night, didn’t we Bets?” said Lou, and Betty nodded.

“What sort of thing do you watch?” Asked Dee.

Lou answered, “All sorts of stuff really, but if we are feeling really horny our go to is stuff like teens getting pounded, girl on girl, that sort of thing. What sort of stuff do you watch Mr C?”

“Have you seen any vintage stuff from the early 80s?” he said, avoiding yet again.

“Not really,” said Lou.

“Would you like to see some?”

“Yeah, why not!”

“Well, follow me then and I will see what I can find for us to watch,” said Dee.

“Ok,” Lou replied, making a move to get up from the lounger, “Are you coming Bets?” She asked.

“You bet!” Betty replied, also getting up.

“Make sure you bring your wine glass; I’ll get another bottle from the kitchen as we pass through,” said Dee.

Both girls picked up their glasses and followed him as they were, not bothering about their tops, or anything else for that matter.

Xxxxxx

Dean’s video room was in the basement of the house; it took up half the overall floor space, so it was quite roomy.

As you opened the door to one corner, the room spread out in front of you. The walls and ceiling were painted maroon, so it was a cosy room, with a nice thick marron carpet. The huge tv was on same wall as door. Opposite the screen was a large maroon two-seater sofa with another two-seater on each side.

Dee invited the girls in and pointed for them to sit on middle sofa, as he went to the small cabinet underneath the tv were there was a laptop. He linked the laptop to the TV with Bluetooth and searched the files for the porn clips he was after. He pressed play, took a remote control from a drawer in the cabinet and went to sit on the sofa to the left of the girls, putting the remote on the girls sofa

“Don’t you want to sit with us?” Lou enquired.

“No, I don’t want to crowd you,” he replied, then “You girls seem very ‘forward’ for your age,” said Dee, as he settled down on his sofa.

“We are a product of the modern age Mr C. Even if your parents try to protect you, you can get access to all sorts of things on the internet quite easily, from a very young age, including adult materials. We are exposed to all types of stuff, including porn and the like. Kids grow up a lot faster than they did in your day Mr C,” Lou explained.

“Indeed!” Said Dee, “I can see that.” Then, as the first clip started to play, he explained, “The stud in this clip is a guy called Peter North; I think you might like it.”

As the clip got started, a very young Peter North was playing the part of a pool boy, cleaning the pool for a wealthy family. The petite teen daughter was laying on her back on a sun lounger, sunbathing topless. Knowing exactly what she was doing, she then sat up and asked Peter to rub oil on her back. As he obliged, the camera zoomed in on his swim shorts; a growing bulge was becoming obvious. The girl noticed it too and reached out and grab it. Impressed with what she felt, she wanted to see it, so she pulled down his shorts and gasped as he was exposed.

“Oh My God! That is some cock!” Lou gasped. “So thick and hard. How long is it, do you think Mr C?”

“Well, if you believe what the internet tells us, they reckon it was a good 10 inches.”

“Oh fuck, how would you cope with that?” Betty asked rhetorically.

Meanwhile, back on screen, the girl had swivelled on the lounger, turned to face Peter and began to suck on his huge cockhead.

“Does she take it all in her mouth?” Betty asked.

“Wait and see!” Dee replied, noting as he did that Betty was casually playing with her nipples as she watched the action on screen.

In the next scene, the girl had shed her bikini bottoms, and her ass was perched on the edge of the lounger, legs wide apart. Peter was on his knees between her legs, naked now, licking her shaven pussy and sucking on her erect clit.

Dee could see that Betty had now pushed her hand into her bikini bottoms to rub her own clit.

Lou saw him looking and got up to go over to join him.

Hey, what are you doing?” he asked.

“I thought it might be nice if we got to know each other a little better,” Lou explained, sitting to his left.

“Oh, I see! Are you sure that is a good idea?” he asked.

“We will see,” she replied, as she leaned into whisper in his ear.

“I bet you have a bulge in those shorts now old man!” She teased, bringing her left hand across to feel for herself. “Oh, what a surprise,” she added, feeling a hard lump. “I am sure that must be uncomfortable for you Mr C. If you would like to stand up, I could see if I help you get more comfortable.”

As Dee got up from the sofa, on screen the girl had now moved off the sun-lounger to kneel on the grass. Peter was on his knees behind her, about to enter her teen quim for the first time. The camera zoomed in on his huge member, that was now glistening with the saliva from her sucking him.

“Can you see this, Lou?” Betty asked.

“You bet! He looks huge. I can’t wait to see him enter her.”

“Me too!” said Betty.

And they watched as Peter slowly pushed his long thick shaft into her. The girl moaned her appreciation as he gradually buried it up to the hilt.

“Fuck, that is some horny stuff Mr C,” Betty remarked, as she rubbed her clit ever more vigorously.

Emboldened by the way the afternoon was proceeding, Dee asked, “Do you girls think you could take a cock like that?”

“I’d like to try!” Lou quipped.

“Me too!” added Betty.

Although Lou was watching the screen, now that Dee was stood in front of her, she was also working on removing his shorts. She had unfastened the drawstring ties and was the pulling them done. As they slipped over his groin, she could see he was wearing a pair of Lycra shorts underneath.

“You snidey old fecker,” Lou remarked, betraying her Irish heritage, “That is cheating!” she added, knowing exactly why he had done it. “Look, he has been cheating,” she called to Betty as she began to peel the second pair of shorts down off his hips and down his thighs. As she did, his cock was slowly set free. Lou gasped, as it came into view just in front of her face

Having been imprisoned in the tight shorts, Dee’s cock was not fully hard, so it arched out from his groin, the head drooping toward the floor.

“Look at it grow,” said Lou, as the shaft, having been released from its prison, slowly lengthened and thickened, gradually lifting the head until it was pointing to the ceiling.

“Looks like we have our own porno star!” Betty remarked.

“Or at least an older version!” Lou quipped.

“You cheeky sod!” Said Dee, betraying his British origin.

“Why don’t you come and sit back down, and we can continue to get to know each other whilst we watch the video,” Lou suggested.

So, Dee did just that! And Lou immediately leaned her left arm over in front of him, wrapping her left hand around his raging erection and began to pump it slowly.

“This is great porn Mr C! Do you have any more vintage clips? Asked Betty.

“Yeh, if you get that remote next to you and press the right arrow it will click to the next clip, but you might want to fast-forward this one by five minutes and watch the end of it one first,” he suggested. So, Betty took the advice and did just that.

As the clip resumed playing, the girl had now moved to the patio and was standing on her tiptoes whilst leaning forward and resting her forearms on a table. Peter was behind her with his hands on her hips, fucking her hard from behind. The girl was moaning and groaning as he did so. As the camera zoomed in, you could see his thick long shaft thrusting in and out of her hairy pussy furiously. Then suddenly, Peter pulled out, wrapped a hand around his shaft and pumped it, grunting as he shot a long thick rope of spunk up the girls back. He pumped and grunted again as he shot another rope and then another and another and another, until shot his load.

“Jeez, that was some orgasm!” Betty gasped, “I have never seen anything like it.”

“I thought it might impress you!” said Dee.

“Do you cum as big that Mr C?” Lou asked, as she continued to pump his cock.

“That would be telling!” he replied and then, “But if you keep doing that, you will see soon enough!”

She rubbed him a while longer and then, eager not to cum just yet, he said, “I think it is my turn to get to know a little better now Miss Adams! So, if you would stand up, please.”

And so, Lou obeyed, standing to face him. Immediately, he began to pull down her skimpy bikini bottoms. They easily slipped over her hips and down her thighs to reveal her hidden treasures. She was clean shaven, so her erect clit was clearly visible.

“Nice clit!” Dee remarked, involuntarily.

“Thank you. You can lick it if you like?” she offered, putting her hands on her hips, and thrusting them forward, towards him.

Before he did, he called over, “Have you got a shaven pussy Betty?”

“No, it’s curly. Look!” she replied, standing up and whipping off her bikini bottoms to reveal her teen bush.

“The trouble with a curly pussy is the hairs get stuck in your teeth!” said Lou. And with that single short sentence she told Dee all he needed to know about the girls relationship.

Then he was on to Lou’s clit in a flash. This was what he had been waiting for; what all his scheming and conniving had been about.

He licked and sucked and slurped away!

Meanwhile, Betty had skipped forward to the next porn clip. There was a very sexy girl with blonde tousled hair lying naked on her back on a fourposter bed, legs apart, knees up. The stud this time was a guy called Ron Jeremy and he was kneeling between her leys, head down sucking and licking her hairy pussy. The girl was moaning and groaning with pleasure. Then, after a minute or so Ron knelt up and his erect cock came into view for the first time.

“Fucking hell, That’s another huge cock!” said Betty, “How big is that one? Do you know?”

“They say 11 inches or so!” Dee replied, taking a temporary break from pussy licking.

“Jeez!” Betty gasped, as Ron, sitting back on his haunches, shuffled forward holding his cock, aiming the head at the girl’s quim. “You are not going to put that thing in me, are you?” the girl groaned.

“You better believe it girl” said Betty, as she watched him feed his equine member into her and the girl moaned and groaned. Then he started fucking her.

Dee stopped licking and invited Lou to sit down so he could take a hand to her clit.

“She will cum in no time if you do that Mr C,” Betty advised, as Dee rubbed.

“Good!” He replied.

Sure enough, after a minute or so, her body suddenly went stiff, and then she shrieked and shuddered as her first orgasm of the evening hit as she came.

“Fucking hell, that was good!” Lou sighed.

On screen the girl was now on all fours with Ron kneeling behind her. The camera went in close to show his glistening cock as he pushed it into her and then fucked her hard with long deep strokes.

As soon as she was recovered, Lou stood up, faced Dee, and climbed onto the sofa straddling his thighs. She placed her hands on headrest behind him. “Hold it for me,” she ordered as she then lowered herself onto the fat helmet.

“That’s it girl, sit on that big cock; take it all.” Betty called, rubbing her clit vigorously her first orgasm hit.

Lou gradually slid down the long shaft and then began to ride him until she came again.

On the video, the girl was on her back again with Ron back on his haunches, gripping the base of his cock as he fucked her with the first few inches. He then groaned and pulled out of her quim. It was obvious he had squirted the first dose into her chute and then he pumped his cock, squirting the rest of his cum on her pussy again and again, until he had shot his load. When he has finished, she reached a hand down between her legs and rubbed his jizz all over her quim.

“That was some show Mr C!” said Betty, having recovered from her climax, ‘’How are we going to better that?”

“I have an idea,” he replied, “How about you come over here and lick Lou out while I introduce you to my little friend,’ he urged.

“Oh, yes please, that would be great!” she exclaimed, getting up off the sofa to join them.

Lou, climbed off Dee’s cock reluctantly, turned to sit her tight ass on the very edge of the sofa and then lay back to relax. Betty fell to her knees between Lou’s legs, placed her hands on the edge of the sofa, either side of Lou’s thighs and leant in to eat her pussy.

As she did, Dee knelt behind her, centred the tip of his cock on her quim and thrust it deep into her. Fuck, that is big!” Betty groaned as he stretched her chute as she sucked Lou’s clit.

With the head of his cock safely lodged, he took hold of Betty by the thighs and eased his length into her until her tight ass hit his groin. Then he fucked her long, hard, and deep until she came, and he shot his first load of the evening deep in her pussy.

“Oh, Mr C, I wanted to see how much cum you had!” Betty moaned.

“Don’t worry little girl, you will soon get to see,” he reassessed her, “The night is young, and it is going to be a long weekend!”

To Be Continued.

The world’s first futa rides an older woman!

Chapter One: Futa’s First Wild Ride

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

April 17th, 2047

Before the cheering studio audience, the host interviewing about my life for the last hour, was lost to her lusts. The sexy, caramel-skinned Amelia, pushed me down on the couch we were sitting upon. I didn’t fight her, my futa-dick throbbing so hard against my dress.

“Oh, Becky,” she groaned, her perfectly coiffed, brown hair spilling about the wild passion of her features. She had that delightful, mixed-raced heritage, a blend of nationalities impossible to guess, that gave her such an exotic cast. “Ooh, my pussy is so wet. I can’t take any more.”

“Mmm, I have been teasing you,” I purred as her hands pushed up my skirt, exposing my clit-dick. It thrust out my blonde bush and from the folds of my wet pussy. I was the oldest futa in the world, the first. All the others were my thousands upon thousands of daughters. I had so many over the last thirty years since I transformed at eighteen.

“That was so wicked of you,” Adelia moaned, her rich-brown fingers wrapping about my ivory shaft.

“It was,” my wife, Sharron, called from where she watched off-stage. “Ride her hard.”

“RIDE HER!” the studio audience cheered. “RIDE HER!”

Adelia didn’t need to be told twice. With her crew watching on, the delicious talk show host guided my futa-cock in between her dark thighs. I groaned at shaved feel of her hot pussy. She didn’t wear panties, the naughty slut.

She shifted with practice ease, lined up perfectly, and slammed her cunt down my huge cock. Her eyes widened as her pussy engulfed my shaft. Like all my futa-daughters, I was bigger than any human male.

“Oh, god, I missed this dick,” Adelia moaned, her eyes fluttering. “It’s perfect.”

“RIDE HER! RIDE HER!”

My hands squeezed her round breasts through her top, loving the feel of her hard nipples through the cloth. I groaned as she rose up my shaft, her pussy clenching the entire time. She slammed down me, grunting as she bottomed out on my cock. Then she rose again and again. She rode me hard, the couch groaning beneath us.

She wasted no time in driving herself to her orgasm. We only had two minutes until the commercial break ended.

“Oh, yes, Becky!” she moaned, leaning over me, her hair dancing around her darkening cheeks. “Your cock… Oh, it’s the best.”

I grinned at her, squeezing her hips. “Just work that pussy up and down my cock. It gets better.”

“Yes!” she squealed.

Her pussy clenched about my girl-dick as she rose up me. Her hot sheath sucked at my girl-shaft. My ovaries boiled with another load of cum. Talking about my first game as a UW Cheerleader had made me so hard. Reliving my wild past before a live audience and streamed out over the internet was so intoxicating.

I loved the cheering. I loved people watching me fuck. The worship of the studio audience, all women or futas, washed over me. I drank it in, fanning my passion. My dick ached and throbbed in Adelia’s tight snatch. She worked her cunt faster and faster, fucking me so hard, driving her pussy up and down my cock.

“This is so hot!” she groaned. “Ooh, everyone’s watching me.”

“They’re so envious,” I panted. “The women all wish they were you.”

“RIDE HER! RIDE HER!”

“They do!” Adelia moaned, her pussy slamming down my shaft again. She clenched down hard as she rose up my cock, stimulating me with that silky delight.

She threw her arms over her head, reaching for the stage lights above. Her fingers curled and relaxed as she fucked me. Her breasts bounced and heaved beneath her dress. Her skirt rustled, stretch taut over her thighs, hiding the union of our flesh.

Pleasure crossed her face. Ecstasy that <em>I</em> gave her. I whimpered, my eyes squeezed shut as I enjoyed this moment. It reminded me so much of my first live interview nearly thirty-years ago. That same ache in the interviewers eyes. That same boiling need to ride my shaft.

My futa-dick ached, throbbed. The pressure built and built in my ovaries. Her pussy massaged me with that heavenly silk. I groaned, my hips thrusting up as she slammed down. Her flesh slapped into my flesh. Pleasure jolted through my cunt to my ovaries. They contracted. I gasped.

My futa-cum flooded her pussy.

“Becky!” she howled. “Oh, yes, yes, yes!”

Her pussy writhed about my dick. Her cunt milked my spurting cock. I thrashed on the couch, my face contorting as the rapture hammered my mind. I pumped more and more jizz into her, spilling into her delicious, convulsing snatch.

She bucked a final time on me as ecstasy burned through my mind. I panted, slumped on my back. She leaned over me, gasping for breath as her pussy spasmed a one last time on my dick. Her breasts rose and fell in her dress.

“Oh, damn, Becky, I needed that,” she groaned. “I can get through more of the interview now.”

I nodded.

“Good,” a producer said, “Because we’re back in ten seconds.”

Adelia gasped. Then she ripped her pussy off my cock. My dick flopped out and smacked wet into my bunched up skirt. A flick of cunt cream splattered my face. My tongue snaked out, gathering up that tart delight. I shivered, sitting up, shoving my dress down over my softening futa-dick.

“And we’re live in five… four… three…” the spiky-haired producer said.

I adjusted my blonde hair while Adelia settled into her pose, looking so calm and poised. If it weren’t for her flushed cheeks and glistening forehead, you’d never know she just rode my futa-dick to a screaming orgasm.

“Welcome back,” Adelia said, a touch breathless. “Today were celebrating President Becky Woodward’s birthday with a thirty year retrospective on how the world’s first futa has shifted everyone’s paradigm.”

I smiled at the camera, sucking in breaths through my nose. My body buzzed in delight. “I’m so glad to be here. What an amazing forty-eighth birthday this has been.”

“And you don’t even look it,” laughed Adelia, giving my knee a familiar pat that sent a tingle racing down it. “Now, we were just talking about your first time cheerleading at the Husky game against the University of Oregon’s Ducks. It caused such an uproar in the FCC since NBC showed everything live. The world’s reaction was… intense.”

“That’s one word for it,” I said, struggling to remember just how overwhelming it was when it finally hit me just what I had done. “My social media exploded. It was so bad I had to turn off my Facebook, Twitter, and the other ones. They were just bombarded by messages and tweets.”

“Ah, Twitter, I haven’t thought about that one in years,” Adelia said, shaking her head.

“It was so big when I was in college,” I said, a smile on my lips. “That’s where you put your hashtags.”

Adelia giggled. “Ooh, yes, hashtags.” She smoothed her face back into the professional mask. “Okay, that’s not what were talking about today. That game launched you into the national spotlight in a way that you hadn’t before.”

“I mean, people were talking about me before,” I said. “I had interviews and some programs were produced. Many of those long-dead news outlets would run their vapid commentary about what I was, trying to fill every hour of the day with their blather.

“But the average American mostly ignored me until then. And then I had sex during the Husky game. College football was as big then as it is today. It caught the imagination.”

“And the paparazzi descended?”

I let out a sigh. “I didn’t realize it, but it was about to drown me in attention. I swear, I went hitchhiking just to escape them after college. I had no idea how they would try to invade everything I did, to catch pics of me fucking, to fill tabloids and entertainment shows.”

“Like this pic?” Adelia asked. She glanced at the monitor by the stage. Some producer put on a picture of me and an older woman, both of us clearly naked or topless, thrusting out the roof of a limousine. My hands grabbed her tits, her ass clearly pressed into my crotch. Our were faces contorted in rapture. “It looks like you’re both cumming here.”

“I think we were,” I said, smiling. “That pic went viral, as they called it back then. Shot around the world.”

“How did <em>that</em> happen?” Adelia asked.

I smiled and launched into the story.

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

September 15th, 2018

I still buzzed from my orgasms. I couldn’t believe I had so many during the game. And all those Duck Cheerleaders I bred. The Husky’s had crushed the University of Oregon Ducks because of my naughty antics. I inspired our team to victory.

And flustered the opposing team, especially their quarterback, by fucking all their cheerleaders. On national TV.

“It is insane out there,” Dona, one of my friends, said. She somehow got into the cheerleader’s locker room.

“Really?” I asked, changed back into a loose skirt and a tight baby doll t-shirt cupping my braless tits. My dick twitched in the boy short underwear I wore. “The fans.”

“The fans,” Dona said. “The media.” The brunette shook her head, her petite body squirming. Her short, brown hair swayed about her face. “I’m glad I didn’t bring Danielle.”

Dona was one of the first girls to give birth to one of my daughters. She also numbered among the first I fucked. Justine, Mrs. Albertson, Melany, Katharyn, Professor Rider, my two nurses, and then Dona and Kaelea. I couldn’t remember which of the two I fucked first now. It was a year ago. I think it was Dona, but…

“How am I getting out of here?” I asked.

“Kurt has a plan,” Dona said.

I arched an eyebrow. Kurt was both our ex-boyfriend. I dated him through high school and into our freshman year of college. When I finally made love with him, giving him my virginity, I changed. His cum triggered me into becoming the world’s first futa.

None of the doctors understood why. Over the last year, I heard a dozen different theories. Any one could be the reason, or it could be none of them.

After Kurt and I broke up, what with me suddenly being into girls and they all waiting to be bred by my futa-cock, Kurt hooked up with Dona. It was a rebound thing and didn’t last long. But things were usually tense between them. They could start sniping each other, and it couldn’t stand it.

“You’re talking to Kurt again?”

Dona shrugged. “His new girlfriend’s okay, I guess. All she could do was talk about you fucking her before the game.”

I smiled at that. Kurt helped me calm down before I faced the cheering crowds.

“Well, he has a plan to get you out of here,” Dona continued, “but it requires the help of your fellow cheerleaders.”

“What do you need?” Ashlie, the blonde cheer captain, said. She had a glow about her, partially from having sex during the game, and partially from the start of her baby bump swelling her stomach. Like every girl I had sex with, I bred her.

“Were you eavesdropping?” Dona asked.

“Yep,” Ashlie said, her blue eyes twinkling. She smacked my rump. “Got to protect my team’s number-one asset. What do you need?”

“A distraction,” Dona said and explained the plan.

It was really simple. It just required the cheer squad to rush out in their uniforms with Ashlie in the center. Since we were both blondes, Kurt hoped that if the squad acted like they were shielding her and trying to get her clear, they would distract the paparazzi and other media trying to see me. It wouldn’t last long, but it would give me the time to slip out the side door and hurry to Kurt’s car with him, Dona, and his girlfriend.

My cheer squad was eager to do help me out.

Fifteen minutes later found me at said side-area with Dona. Kurt waited in his car with his girlfriend. I swallowed a deep breath, my heart thudding fast. This was all so exciting. It felt all cloak and daggery. I swallowed, eager to burst out there and escape. My phone chirped.

“That’s the signal,” I said, glancing at the text message.

“Okay!” Dona grinned and yanked open the door.

I could <em>hear</em> the squeals of excitement coming from the front of stadium. The other people in the parking lot were looking up towards the front. Cameras flashed, lighting up the September evening sky. I shuddered, my eyes widening. It was like the Beatles had arrived. I couldn’t believe this was all for me.

I glanced at Dona.

“Just go,” she said, “before anyone notices.”

I nodded, strolling out, trying to act casual. Though the crowds were focused out front, there were still plenty of people moving around the parking lot, getting to their cars. I hoped the cheerleaders would be fine. Women when they caught the breeding impulse could go wild for my futa-cock. I had a few fights break out in the last year, girls insisting that they got to fuck me next.

A limousine pulled up in front of us and stopped as we stepped out of a row of parked cars to cross to the next aisle. I gasped in shock, squeezing Dona’s hand. The door opened and a mature woman, her dark-brown hair pulled up into a tight bun, peered out at me. She had a designer blouse, a soft chartreuse, that gave her an elegant look when combined with her black skirt.

“Get in, Becky, we need to talk,” she said.

I blinked.

“President Pope!” gasped Dona beside me.

“The college’s president?” I asked.

“The same,” the woman said, her diction sounding refined and precise. “Now get in. We need to talk about this… debacle.”

A nervousness rippled through me. Before I could talk to her, I had to give her a chance to avoid getting fucked. “You know we’ll just end up fucking if I climb in there.”

“That’s why my secretary is here,” President Pope said.

A younger woman, a few years older than me, peeked her head out the door, leaning in from a seat facing the university’s president. She had a youthful face, round and naughty, her short, blonde hair giving her a playful vibe. Her green eyes sparkled as she purred, “I’ve heard so much about you and your cock, Becky.”

President Pope grimaced, pinching her face, her lips pursed tight. She scooted back saying, “So, as you can see, you can <em>use</em> my secretary while we talk.”

“It won’t work,” I said, my girl-dick swelling to full hardness. “You’re going to want my dick, too.”

“I haven’t had sex in twenty years,” the woman said. “I never saw the need for it. I think my self-control will hold.”

Dona gave me a naughty wink and mouthed, “Fuck her hard.”

I winked back. Well, I tried to convince the older woman. I would enjoy breeding the president of the University of Washington. She had such delicious legs peeking out of her skirt. But until then, I would enjoy her secretary, too.

I slipped into the back of the limo. The naughty secretary, wearing a beige pencil skirt and blue blouse you’d find in an office, scooted over. She patted the seat beside her, licking her plump lips, her green eyes glowing with lust.

The moment I sat down, the secretary was on the floor of the limo before me, her hand shoving up my skirt. President Pope sat across from me, legs crossed, dark eyes intense as she studied me. She didn’t flinch as the secretary produced my girl-dick from my boy shorts and engulfed it in a single inhalation.

“Damn,” I groaned as the enthusiastic secretary bobbed her mouth up and down my girl-dick. “She’s eager for it.”

“Indeed,” President Pope said, something almost sounding like disappointment in her words. “Jamie has been bouncing with excitement since I asked her to do this.”

“It was so hot watching you suck your own dick on the field,” Jamie moaned, popping her mouth off my futa-cock long enough to say that sentence. Then she slid her lips back over my shaft, her cheeks hollowing as she worshiped me.

Wet heat swirled around my dick, her tongue dancing. I groaned, my pussy clenching. The delight shot straight down to my cunt. I faced my college’s president. The blood raced through my veins. Pleasure swelled through me, the secretary’s sucking bringing me closer to erupting.

So I ripped off my baby doll t-shirt, baring my round breasts.

“Is that… necessary, Becky?” President Pope asked as I grabbed my breasts.

“Mmm, so necessary,” I moaned, kneading my tits while Jamie sucked and slurped on my girl-dick. My thumbs brushed my pink nipples.

“We have a big problem,” President Pope said, not even looking at my nineteen-year-old titties as I fondled them.

“Oh?” I asked, my pussy clenching.

“I’ve turned a blind eye to your… activities for the last year. I have never seen the harm in consensual sex and, well, none of your many, many lovers have a single bad word to say about you.”

“Nope,” I gasped then squealed as Jamie shoved a pair of fingers into my juicy pussy. “Ooh, she’s a wicked secretary. You totally should have her crawl beneath your desk. I bet she could make that cunt cum so hard with this mouth.”

President Pope pursed her lips, her eyes tightening. “But now your antics are going to cost the school money?”

“What?” I asked, heat rippling through my pussy and surging down my cock. My snatch clenched about those probing digits. “How?”

“The FCC will level fines for your… inappropriate antics,” President Pope said. “NBC never cut their feed. They broadcast every second of your sideline antics to the world. Every cheerleader you fucked. Every pussy you… bred.”

Her thighs tightened.

My pussy clenched on those delicious fingers while my futa-dick throbbed in Jamie’s wonderful mouth.

“I had fun breeding those cunts,” I said. “I can’t control if NBC broadcast it to the world.”

Jamie’s mouth ripped off my cock. “I need to be bred, too!”

The B word often set women off. I groaned as she moved up my body, her pencil skirt sliding up her thighs as she straddled me, her fingers ripping out of my snatch. I should stop her, but my cock ached to be in her pussy. I needed to focus, but…

Jamie wasn’t wearing panties beneath her skirt. I groaned as I felt the kiss of her shaved pussy. Then her cunt slammed down my shaft. Rapture surged through me. I was buried to the hilt in hot, fertile snatch.

“I thought I told you just to suck her cock until I was done talking to her, Jamie,” President Pope said.

“Sorry!” the girl moaned. “I just need to be bred so badly.”

“Uh-huh,” I groaned. “Don’t you want to be bred, President Pope?”

“No!” she hissed, her face contorting.

I watched her over Jamie’s shoulder, enjoying the secretary’s pussy sliding up and down my dick, bathing my cock in her silky cream. I grabbed her rump, squeezing her through her skirt as she gasped and moaned, filling the limousine with her passion.

“So what’s the problem for the school?” I panted, struggling to focus on the real problem.

But it was so hard. Jamie’s pussy felt so good on my dick. She squeezed her cunt around my shaft as she rose up, the pressure sucking at my ovaries. My girl-cock always responded to a woman in need of my futa-seed.

And Jamie needed it. I could feel her heat. Her pussy ovulated, her ovaries releasing an egg needing to be fertilized by my girl-cum. I shuddered and groaned, kneading her ass and staring at the president. The older woman recrossed her legs, her arms folded before her. Color spotted her cheeks. Her jaw clenched, her eyes smoldering.

“We’ll talk when you’re… less distracted.”

I smiled at her and moaned. “Ooh, yes, yes, yes. Your secretary is so naughty for riding my dick in the middle of our conversation. I’m going to breed her snatch.”

President Pope recrossed her legs again, shifting.

“I’m going to pump so much of my spunk into her pussy,” I purred. “I’m going to breed her. She’s going to be dripping with all my jizz. She’s going to have my baby. Isn’t that so hot?”

“Yes, yes, yes, isn’t that so hot, President Pope!” Jamie moaned, her snatch squeezing down on me. “I want her baby so badly. Ooh, her cock is so huge. I’ve never had a dick so big.”

“Just stretching out your cunt, right?” I asked, my fingers digging into her rump again.

“Uh-huh,” she whimpered.

President Pope’s lips moved. I didn’t hear what she said, but it looked like, “Slut.”

“Yes, yes, yes, slut,” I purred, my hands hauling up Jamie’s skirt. I exposed her rump and gave the watching woman a view of Jamie’s cunt sliding up and down my futa-cock. “Keep working that fertile pussy on my dick.”

“So fertile!” Jamie’s snatch squeezed down even harder. My clit-dick twitched inside of her. I whimpered, the pressure building. “Just flood me, Becky! I want your baby so badly.”

“Every woman does. Every woman wants to be bred!”

President Pope squeezed her thighs tight, her skirt riding up her thighs, clad in nylons. I shuddered, loving the sight of them. She licked her lips, eyes moving down Jamie’s body. I felt her gaze arresting on my dick.

She leaned forward ever so slightly.

“Oh, yes, Jamie,” I moaned. “Ooh, you’re going to explode on my cock, aren’t you, slut? You’re just going to erupt.”

“So hard!” Her voice came out as a throaty hiss. Her pussy slammed down my dick, engulfing every inch of me.

My cunt clenched. My ovaries grew tighter and tighter. President Pope watching only swelled my pleasures faster. I hurtled towards my orgasm. I squirmed as my dick ached more and more in Jamie’s silky pussy.

I leaned back into the limo seat, my head looking up at the ceiling as my pleasure built and built. I concentrated on it. I heard a whimper.

It didn’t come from Jamie.

I smiled, my ovaries about to boil over. Jamie slammed down my dick. Then she rose up me, the silky friction caressing my shaft. The pleasure sent a hot rush down my cock and rippled through my ovaries.

“Fuck!” I gasped as my ovaries unloaded my passion.

Blast after blast of my fertile cum pumped into Jamie’s pussy. I groaned, my futa-seed filling her, my little sperm swimming for her egg. She gasped and impaled her cunt down my shaft, engulfing me in every inch of her hot twat.

She came.

“She’s breeding me, President Pope!” howled the secretary.

Ecstasy crashed through my mind. Her pussy writhed about my cock, milking my dick. I whimpered and groaned. My entire body quivered. My cum fired into her snatch. Spurt after spurt flooded her.

My gaze washed across the limo and… Froze at the sunroof. I shuddered at the sight of it, a wicked idea bursting through my mind, propelled by the rapture pumping out of my futa-cock and washing out of my pussy.

“Oh, yes, President Pope, she bred me,” Jamie moaned, slumping against me after the last blast of my cum erupted out of my cock.

“I assume you can talk now?” President Pope said, her voice so tight and throaty.

“Mmm, can you?” I asked. “Don’t you want to be bred?”

“No!” she hissed, so much emotion in her voice. Her cheeks blazed scarlet, an almost maiden’s blush contrasting with her matronly bun. She shifted, her breasts swaying in her chartreuse blouse.

“We can talk,” I said as Jamie climbed off my dick. She sank back to the floor to lick at my wet shaft, cleaning up her pussy juices off of it.

I stayed hard, my dick throbbing, and faced the president of my university. “Okay, so why is this bad?”

“The FCC won’t just fine NBC,” she said, her thighs squeezed so tight together. She leaned forward, her breasts swaying. I had a glimpse of her cleavage, the top button of her blouse undone. “They’ll fine the college, too. It will cost the school millions of dollars.”

I winced. Millions? The school wouldn’t let me cheer again. I loved it. Breeding the other team’s cheerleaders, making them fuck our school’s players, cuckolding the Duck’s quarterback. And all while 60,000 or so people cheered me on.

“The school can’t afford that,” President Pope said.

I frowned, looking out the window. We were still in the parking lot working our way out. Everyone was leaving. It caused huge backups. It could take longer than the ten minutes Jamie rode me to get out. There were so many people here.

So many people all pumped up by me. Eager to see me. Many came because they knew I would be here and…

“You need a way to monetize me,” I said, giving her a look. “That’s why you’re here. If it was just banning me from cheerleading, the college’s athletic department could have done it. No, no, you want to use me to make the school even more money.”

“Why do you think that?” she asked, her thighs squirming together, nylons whisking. Her hands gripped her skirt, knuckles white.

“Because you put me on our school’s brochure for the 2018/2019 school year,” I said. “Without my permission.”

“You gave permission when you signed your admission paperwork,” she said.

I waved my hand, shivering as Jamie’s tongue fluttered through the folds of my pussy now, her hand fisting my dick. “You <em>advertised</em> that the world’s first futa was here. You used me to swell attendance. You made this school something that’s in demand. I took an economy class. You can increase tuition and people will pay because the supply is so… small. Me.”

“To a point,” she said. “We’re a public university. Washington’s congress would have to approve it.”

“Politicians always love more money,” I said. “And the games… you can charge more for tickets for games where I cheer. You can make all this money, and the FCC fines, well, won’t those just be a… a cost. No different than any other?” I smiled. “It’ll be perfect. You saw the crowds. They loved me. You could double the cost of tickets, and they’d pay to watch me.

“I’ll make the school so much money.”

The limo pulled out of the stadium’s parking lot and into the streets. I didn’t know where we were going. I didn’t care. I leaned forward, certain I had her. Certain she would have that mature pussy sliding on my cock soon.

I loved fucking older woman. So beautiful and graceful. So passionate.

Jamie’s tongue jammed deep into my cunt. My pussy clenched on it, my pleasure building in me. The secretary moaned, her hand fisting my dick faster and faster. A smile played on my lips as President Pope licked her lips.

“Just say it,” I purred. “Say I can keep cheering. Say I can keep making the University of Washington money.

“Just say you want to be br—”

“I need more!” she hissed, cutting me off before I could say the B word.

“More?” I asked, my dick throbbing as Jordan’s tongue fluttered around the crown. Then her wicked mouth engulfed it, sucking so hard on my cock. My toes curled. “How can I give you more?”

“You have to fund-raise for the school,” she said, her glasses slipping down her nose as she almost lunged at me. She stayed seated, but she thrust her body forward. Her breasts swayed in her chartreuse blouse. “I need you to get the boosters to donate more. The alumni.”

“Gladly,” I moaned. “I’ll… I’ll have those dinners. You know, the ones people pay money to attend to support politicians.” I gave a wicked laugh. “$1000 a plate or whatever so some rich dude can watch me bang and breed his wife.” I grinned at her. “I’ll get you all the money you need. That will offset these pesky fines.”

“Good,” she moaned, her body shaking. She licked her lips, her thighs crossed so tight.

“Now… why don’t we get to what you <em>really</em> need from me.” I pushed on Jordan’s head. The secretary whimpered as I moved her from my dick. But she didn’t object. Not after she already went for a ride on it. After I bred her. “It’s time for you to get bred, President Pope.”

A shiver ran through the woman. Her eyes stared at my cock.

“Twenty years…” I said. “I bet your pussy is as tight as a virgin’s. Doesn’t your naughty hole deserve to have fun?”

“I have my toys,” she answered.

“Toys,” I said, rolling my eyes. I shook my cock at her. “Do you have a toy that will pump you full of my fertile seed? That will breed that hot hole between your thighs.”

She licked her lips.

“You don’t. Nothing comes close. You want <em>this</em>. Just surrender to your lusts. Let your body enjoy something for a change. We’re in a <em>limo</em>. Let’s have fun, President Pope.”

“It’s so amazing, Cherie, “Jordan said. “You’ll cum so hard. You’ll feel like a million bucks after she’s bred you.” The secretary rubbed her belly as she stretched out on the floor, staring up at the roof of the limo. “Mmm, she planted a baby in me. Don’t you want that?”

The older woman whispered a single word.

I frowned, leaning forward. I didn’t hear it over the sound of the limo driving through the streets of Seattle. “What was that?”

“Yes.” Her eyes hardened as she shot me a blazing look. Then she spat out, “That’s what you want to hear? You want to hear how I’m burning to fuck you? Is that it, Becky? You just want every woman in the world to be your whore?”

“I want them to feel the pleasure of my cock,” I said, arching an eyebrow. “But if you don’t want it, I can get out of the limo.”

“I. Want. It.” She spoke each word so clipped. Her hands went to her blouse. “I want your damned cock in my cunt. Once a week, you will report to my office and fuck me. If you don’t…”

“Oh, I will,” I purred as she peeled off her top, exposing the plain, white bra beneath. It was so boring. This woman deserved better. She reached behind her, freeing her round breasts. They were still so lovely, not as firm as a younger woman, but with plenty of shape. Her nipples dusky and hard. Then she hiked her skirt, drawing up her nylon-clad thighs.

A pair of boring, white panties bled through her nylons. I shook my head in disgust. She truly did deserve something better than that. It was disgraceful what she wore. She should embrace her hotness. She was a gorgeous woman.

I sighed, knowing I would make her feel like such a woman.

So I slipped off my seat before her. I slid my hands up her thighs. She froze, staring down at me. Her eyes widened at my touch sliding up her pantyhose-clad thighs. I gave her such a wanton smile as I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her nylons. I pulled them down until I found her panties, then I drew those off, too.

I exposed her dark-brown bush, an untamed jungle hiding her pussy. I leaned down, breathing in, caching her tart musk, that scent of womanly passion. Her breasts shivered as she sucked in a deep breath. Her thighs tensed along side me.

Then I nuzzled into her silky bush. Her strands caressed my lips and cheeks. I savored that wonderful kiss as I explored. My tongue lashed out, brushing her vulva and the edge of her slit. I adjusted and found her petals. I lapped again, gathering her tart musk.

“Becky,” she said, something like awe in her voice. Her hard expression melted. “Oh, Becky, that’s…”

“Nice?” I asked her, arching an eyebrow. Then I licked again, dragging my tongue up through her folds to find her clit. I brushed it, making her gasp. She shuddered on the seat, her hips squirming. “Mmm, I’m glad it’s nice. Because you taste good.”

I licked again, reveling in the wondrous delight of her pussy. Her hot flesh stained my tongue. I fluttered through her, her heat spilling over me. She let out such womanly sounds as she squirmed. The limo seat creaked as the pleasure moved her body.

My futa-dick ached and throbbed. My own pussy grew so hot. My juices ran down my thighs and shaft, the teasing trickle making my skin feel so alive. I lapped again through her pussy. And again. I parted her folds.

Then I dove into her hot flesh.

She shuddered, her breasts jiggling as I probed into her tight cunt. Twenty years without anything but her fingers or dildos sliding in here. No one else had touched her since… since she was my age. This poor pussy.

I wrapped my arms around her thighs, my hands clutching her silky flesh as I fluttered my tongue through her depths. I stimulated her flesh. I teased and caressed her labia, loving her pussy. She whimpered, making sounds that almost sounded foreign like she had never made them.

But she wanted to know.

She gasped and groaned, humping against me. Her ticklish bush caressed my lips as I concentrated on pleasing her. I danced my tongue through her folds. I made her shiver and gasp. Her delight rippled out of her and poured into my mouth. I drank it down as I licked and lapped.

“Oh, Becky,” she said, eyes so wide. “Oh, Becky… That’s… That’s so good. Ooh, yes. Ooh, that’s nice. I… I…”

“You’re going to cum,” I purred before I sucked on her clit.

She gasped and bucked. Her hands seized her breasts as shock exploded across her face. Than her juices bathed my mouth. This wondrous flood of tart passion flowed out of her. Her cream poured into my mouth as her gasps filled the limousine.

She shuddered, her thighs squeezing so tight about my face. Her passion squeaked out of her. She squirmed so hard on the seat. It was so incredible. It made my futa-dick ache so much. She whimpered through her first real orgasm in two decades.

I wasn’t even born the last time she felt this. If ever.

“Oh, Becky!” she groaned. “Oh, fuck me!”

“Mmm, I will,” I purred and then stood up. I couldn’t reach my full height, not anywhere close. I pushed a button and the sunroof opened. I stretched out through it, baring my tits to Seattle. The cool, autumn air kissed my hot flesh. “Come on and let me fuck you.”

“What?” she gasped, trembling. “But… but… People will see us.”

“Uh-huh,” I said, staring at the street. “They will. That’s what makes it so hot. They’re going to see us and envy us. Lust after us. And you need to be lusted after. You are a gorgeous woman, President Pope. Be <em>proud</em> of your body.”

“Just come and fuck me in the limo,” she moaned. “Come breed me.”

“You want a baby, then you join me,” I said. “I’m not coming down. This is <em>my</em> condition. If you want me fundraising, I need to fuck you where people can see.”

“You are such a wicked thing,” she moaned.

“Uh-huh,” I purred, my pussy clenching. The limo stopped at a light. I looked at the pedestrians on the sidewalk. I winked at one, my round breasts swaying before me. “Evening.”

A guy gave me a shocked wave. His girlfriend’s jaw dropped.

President Pope stood up before me, my futa-dick rubbing down her back to her rump. I shuddered at the feel as she joined me, her shoulders hung. I hugged her, rubbing my tits into her supple skin, my nipple throbbing. Her butt-cheeks clenched about my girl-dick, holding it like a hot dog in a naughty bun.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she whimpered, her hips wiggling from side to side.

“This is why I’m going to fund-raise <em>billions</em> for the university,” I said, moving my hips.

More people watched us, gathering on the sidewalk. I loved it. Phones came out. Cameras flashed as my clit-dick slid out of her crack and nuzzled at her jungle bush. When I found her hot pussy, I thrust my arm up into the air and rammed forward.

“I’m fucking her with my futa-dick!” I howled as the limo pulled forward through the intersection.

President Pope’s pussy clamped down on my girl-dick. She groaned, leaning over. Her cunt felt so tight on my girl-dick, hot like a virgin’s sheath. My eyes widened at the delicious feel of her wrapped about me. It was incredible. I shuddered as her hips wiggled, stirring my cock around.

The watchers shouted as we left them behind, but new people saw us. Traffic flowed slowed through Seattle. I fucked the president of my college with hard, slow strokes. She leaned forward, arms braced on the roof of the limo, her tight cunt clenching on my cock. My tits bounced before me, heaving with my passion, exposed to the world.

I waved at the pedestrians as I pumped my hips. Pleasure rippled through me as I drank in the attention. It was so amazing. Our gasps and moans echoed down the street, mixing with the sound of cars. Some honked. A black car kept pace with us, the driver staring out the window, his eyes so dark as he watched.

“Holy shit, that’s hot!” he groaned as I fucked her. “You got a strap-on or something?”

“Futa-cock!” I answered. “I’m going to breed her.”

“Yes!” gasped President Pope, her pussy clenching down so hard on my thrusting dick. Her hips rotated. “Oh, yes, she’s going to breed me.”

Saying those words changed something about her. Her pussy grew hotter. She didn’t just let me fuck her. She fucked me back. She worked her hips, slamming her cunt back into my thrusts. My crotch smacked her rump, an echoing sound rising around us.

I loved it. I stroked her sleek back, my tits bouncing before me as I worked my girl-dick in and out of her cunt, moaning out the city of Seattle. Pussy juices ran down my thighs, my twat growing so hot as my cock drank in the silky embrace of the older woman’s snatch.

Then Jordan’s head pressed between my legs from behind. Her hands stroked my thighs as she nuzzled into my blond bush. Her tongue fluttered through me, stimulating me, adding to the delight rushing through my body.

“Oh, god,” I moaned as the naughty secretary’s tongue worked deep into my cunt. She swirled it around, making me quiver. “Oh, that’s so naughty. Ooh, you wicked minx, yes, yes! Just keep doing that! Stir me up!”

Her tongue fluttered through me. She gave me so much delight. She wiggled her tongue through me as I fucked her boss so hard. I pounded the president of my university with hard thrusts as she bared her tits to the world. She screamed out her passion.

“Fuck me! Breed me! Yes, yes, ram that dick into me! Ooh, you futa-slut!”

Streetlights and traffic signals bathed her supple back in amber, greens, and reds. I stroked her skin, loving the feel of her skin beneath my fingertips. Her pussy squeezed tight about my clit-dick, adding delight to Jordan’s tongue dancing through my folds. My hands found the president’s tits. I squeezed them.

I buried into her pussy and groaned. My back arched. My pussy convulsed. Cum fired out of my dick. It spurted into the older woman’s fertile pussy. The pleasure screamed through my mind. I cried out to the streets of Seattle, groping her breasts.

“I breeding her!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” she gasped, her back arching. Her pussy convulsed about my dick.

I shuddered, my juices pouring out of my cunt while hers milked my futa-cock dry. I whimpered, Jordan lapping at my folds, stimulating me. Drunken delight surged through me. I shook and swayed. I never wanted this to end.

I just wanted to cum forever.

Cameras flashed, recording this moment forever. The moment I bred President Pope. I loved it, my tits heaving, the last drops of my cum spurting into her pussy. I swayed out the top of the limousine, my body buzzing with rapture.

I loved being a futa.

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April 17th, 2047

“That photo went viral,” I said. “it was after that that my phone blew up. Social media almost drowned me in notifications.”

“I can only imagine,” Adelia said. “I have a team to manage mine. I couldn’t keep up.”

“Yeah, I had to turn them all off for a while.” I shook my head. “It was also the beginning of the paparazzi. They were following me around. I was forever in the public life after that.” I smiled, staring out at the studio audience. “But it has its perks.”

They all gave a fond laugh.

“I bet it has,” Adelia said. “And it wasn’t long after that picture was taken that you had your first live interview with Amelia McCreery.”

“Yep, she went to work for CNN almost immediately after NBC fired her for letting the Husky game broadcast live to America.” I smiled, my futa-dick throbbing. “Now that was a shocking experience.”

“I bet it was,” Adelia purred.

To be continued…

I met Alana a few months ago and quickly learnt she has a very strong sex drive and a penchant for kinky sex with other women as well as me – something I am very comfortable with as long as I am involved. Both sexes compliment her on her body and looks.

She wears clothes well and enjoys dressing to impress. Tonight is no exception, she is wearing killer heels, a short, tight backless dress that accentuates her thighs and ass and makes it obvious she is not wearing a bra.

Alana has drawn the attention of Janet who it seems is without a partner. They have their hands all over each other as Alana introduces her to me.

“Your lady is very attractive, you are a very lucky man. Would you like to share her with me?,” Alana asks with a very flirtatious smile.

Before I can answer a waiter offers us all another round of drinks and nibbles and I drift off to network with some of my colleagues.

Twenty-five minutes later Alana and Janet are chatting and flirting like long lost friends. “Talk to Janet while I freshen up,” Alana tells me as she excuses herself.

“Alana told me you are two-years older than her. She told me she is bisexual, just as I am. She told me you are an exciting man with an ass fetish. She told me you are very comfortable when she has another woman as long as you are involved. That sounds exciting, very exciting.

“She told me you shave her once a week so she is almost bald with just a tiny triangular tuft showing. I have never had a man shave me, I would find that very exciting and wonderful foreplay.

“And she told me you are very good in bed and you are thick and hung. How big are you fully erect?”

“What answer would you like?,” I tease enjoying the sexual banter as she kisses me lightly with a hand on my groin.

“I am pleased you two are getting along so well,” Alana smiles as she returns. “Janet has offered us a lift home, that will be convenient for us and save on a cab fare.

We are both pleasantly surprised when Janet leads us a chauffeur driven limousine holding our hands.

“There is enough room in the back of the car to make love,” I naively comment as Alana sits between Janet and me and the chauffeur closes the panel between front and back.

Janet is quickly in control of the situation as she whispers, “I have wanted to have you since the moment I set eyes on you Alana,” as she kisses her passionately.

Alana is returning her kisses as she holds my hand.

“I want you now, right now,” Janet whispers as she is on her knees and lifts Alana’s skirt and slides her knickers off as Alana lifts her ass to accomodate her.

Alana and I have had many exciting and kinky sexual encounters. This one is the most exciting and kinkiest yet I muse as I watch Janet licking her almost bald cunt lips with a hand on my trousers feeling my erection.

“Kiss me honey,” Alana is whispering as she soaks up the pleasure from Janet’s tongue

Alana’s first words after Janet dropped us off were, “Fuck me, I am so horny, she was so good.”

“I met with Janet today, she invited me to her condo for lunch,” Alana tells me over dinner on the next Thursday. “We had smoked salmon and Champagne.Then we had each other in her lavish bedroom. She asked lots of questions about you. She wants to suck your cock while I lick her to orgasm. I have invited her over on Saturday afternoon. Are you fine with that honey?”

Our sex life has taken on an extra dimension since we met Janet as we fuck every which way in the lead up to her visit. Already they are calling each other ‘baby’ or ‘bubs’. I could hear Alana and Janet on the phone every night discussing arrangements.

One night ‘by chance’, Janet phoned as we were fucking. “Oh wow, how exciting, it sounds as though you are fucking. Would you like to tell me about it, Alana?”

“You know I would baby. Since he watched you have me in the back of the car, his libido is in overdrive,” Alana replies with the phone on speaker.

“You told me he was thick and hung, how big is he right now?”

“Nine-inches, magnificent, fucking magnificent. Can you hear the noise?”

“Yes. Which way is he fucking you?”

“From behind, with my ass cheeks in his hands while he slides and slaps his full length into me. So good. Wish you were here.”

“I will be soon, baby, can’t wait.”

“I want lots of sexual tension as Janet arrives for our mutual pleasure, any suggestions,” Alana asked earlier on the Saturday while we shaved each other’s pubic areas.

“Perhaps you could lay face down on our massage table, completely naked with a big smile, resting on your elbows with your legs apart when she arrives? She could kiss you passionately while I lick and kiss your glorious ass cheeks.”

“I like that idea, it appeals to my exhibitionist streak. But what about you, what will you be wearing when she arrives?”

“You tell me honey.”

And that was just as it played out. When Janet arrived I greeted her at the door wearing just a shirt with all but one of the buttons undone. I love the tension of flaunting my large, thick cock to a new woman. This has an extra layer of tension as I take Janet’s hand and lead her to our bedroom where my lady is face down on our massage table, completely naked with a big smile, resting on her elbows with her legs apart.

“Hello baby,” they smile at each other before they tongue kiss passionately as I lick and kiss Alana’s glorious ass cheeks.

“I am going to bring Janet to orgasm while she sucks your cock honey,” Alana tells me as we position ourselves. Janet is sitting on a dining chair, legs apart, in front of a wall mirror as Alana licks and sucks her nipples.

Then she licks her way up her thighs. As the tip of her tongue finds Janet’s clit I throw off my shirt and stroke my now very erect cock.

“Wow, awesome, hung and thick,” Janet whispers as she strokes my erection with a hand.

“Very thick,” she mutters as I stand close to her while she wraps her lips around it. In the past some of Alana’s lady friends have sucked my cock while Alana licked them to orgasm.

Always very exciting having a new lady sucking my thick, nine-inch erection while watching my lady striving to bring her to orgasm with her lips and tongue.

This time my erection is throbbing like it never has before as I soak up the sexual attraction between these two women.

Janet is poking a finger on the air to indicate she has orgasmed on Alana’s tongue as her body shudders. After four fingers in the air she lets my erection slip from between her lips and asks, “Swallow or masturbate, which one?”

“Both please, while Alana watches,” I reply as I tease and my erection with the tip of a thumb and finger.

“Do it for me honey, your turn on is my turn on,” Alana whispers as she tongue kisses me before I hit the back of Janet’s throat.

“Janet wants you to shave her pubes for her, like you do mine,” Alana told me as we wound down together in our oversize bath.

“Your cock is magnificent, I have a man in mind who would love to have you,” Janet told me as I carefully shave her with Alana watching, with her hand on my second erection that afternoon.

“Would you like a hand job?” Janet teases as she strokes my erection.

“Barry is a very pretty boy and very talented. Would you like Alana and I to watch him give you a blow job. What about you Alana, would you like to watch?”

“Yes, make it happen,” Alana and I reply in unison ten minutes later as Janet brings me off with her hand.

A week later Alana and I are expecting Barry and Janet as we shower together and prepare for them. “Are you excited at the thought of a man your have never met before giving you a blow job while Janet and I watch?,” Alana asks with a hand on my flaccid cock as she shaves me, leaving just a neat, triangular tuft above my cock.

“Yes baby, I am, I love flaunting my thick, fully erect cock for a new man to turn him on before he blows me, new sexual pleasure for me, how about you?”

“I am excited at the thought of Barry being impressed and turned on when he sees how big you are. Your turn on is my turn on honey, so really turn me on. Perhaps Janet can pleasure me at the same time?”

Just as Janet promised, Barry is a pretty boy I muse as we look over each other without a word being said as he enters almost naked, wearing just a tight leather jock strap. We had watched Janet help him undress in the next room on the CCTV. A blond with a slim, toned, body in his late-twenties.

All I am wearing is my favourite cock ring over my full-on erection and a towel around my waist as Alana is standing behind me, tongue kissing me. She told me she wanted me fully erect when Barry and Janet arrived as we tracked their arrival on the CCTV.

“Oh wow, magnificent, just fucking magnificent, thick and hung,” he mutters as Alana lets the towel drop to the floor and runs a hand along my erection.

Alana has her arms wrapped around mine as Barry pushes my erection against my torso and licks the full length of it. The he sucks my balls, one at time as he slides a hand along my erection.

Just as Janet had promised he is very talented. I am not sure who enjoyed the extra frisson of the two women watching him tease and edge my cock for almost twenty minutes, him or me as I checked the time on the wall clock.

I always prefer a blow job while standing and today is no exception as Alana, now naked, is pressing her body against mine as she stands behind me and teases and pinches my nipples. It hurts, but I want her to keep doing it, pleasure and pain while a man is blowing me.

When Barry arrived we watched on CCTV as he drank lots of grapefruit juice. I learnt long ago grapefruit juice is acidic. The low pH level causes most people to salivate like crazy. The wetter, the better and Barry’s mouth is very wet, an extra edge.

“Your cock is magnificent, just fucking magnificent,” he is whispering so the two women can hear.

He edging me and teasing as he builds a steady rhythm with his hand and tightly pursed lips on my erection.

“Your cock is magnificent, honey,” Alana whispers as she tongue kisses me. Wonderful sexual pleasure with my lady tongue kissing me as she and Janet are watching as Barry has me on the edge. Right on the edge.

He has just the tip of my cock between his lips as he laps it with his tongue. Then his is sucking what seems like at least six-inches. The suction is something I have never had before, never ever.

“I told you he was talented, extremely talented,” Janet smiles as I hit the back of his throat.

“When can I see you again?,” Janet asks Alana as she departs.

“Tuesday lunch, just you and I, like last time,” Alana smiles wickedly as they hiss goodbye.

Hope you enjoy this story of commission. If so and you want your own, like always, I’m always open with not a single jugemental bone in my body. Try me if ya wanna.

“Shut up,” Rosaline says with a giggle, lightly shoving Milo, “I like kittens. Leave me alone.”

“I’m just saying they’re little prissy brats,” Milo retorts with a shrug, “Yeah, they’re cute, but they just go around ordering you around like they own everything. They’re like the late stages for a spoiled rich kid.”

“Well, I don’t care what you say. I’m getting one.”

“And I’m not gonna stop you. I’ll just place it somewhere really high if it annoys me.”

“Then it’ll climb back down and scratch you.”

“Then I’ll eat its food.”

“Then it’ll bite you.”

“Then I’ll bite it back to assert dominance.”

Rosaline giggles again at Milo before saying,

“Oh my gosh, you’re such a jerk.”

“What, you never complained when I ate your kitten before. What’s different now?”

“Milo, stooop.”

As the pair enjoy each other’s company, Milo’s friend, Rayleigh approaches them, taking note of their merriment.

“What’s up, lovebirds?” he starts, “What’s going on here?”

“Nothing much,” Milo answers, “Just discussing how she wants her kitty in my mouth and how it’ll result in me getting scratched.”

Rosaline gasps and blushes at Milo’s phrasing before pounding his shoulder, prompting him to laugh at her embarrassment.

“Classy, you two, real classy,” Rayleigh says with a smirk, “Well, the reason I came over here was to inform you that Alex is inviting everyone to his house for a bit of an end of the year get together. So you guys wanna ride with me or do you wanna continue your kitten conversation at your place first?”

Rosaline pouts at his statement before folding her arms. Milo embraces her in his arm before answering with,

“Yeah, we’ll go. Didn’t think that Alex was the party type.”

“Senior year just brings out the inner party animal, I guess.”

“That honestly doesn’t surprise me. Especially since he’s been stressing like crazy since the year started.”

“Yeah, this might be more therapeutic for him than anything. Alright, I’ll tell him he’s got two others on the guest list.”

Rayleigh walks away, leaving the pair alone again.

“You’re so embarrassiiiing,” Rosaline whines through a playful pout,

“Yeah, you’re right, I’m the worst,” Milo plays along, “Tell you what, I’ll embarrass myself by fucking up a backflip when we get to the party. Will that make it better?”

“Noo. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“It won’t be permanent. I’ll just knock the wind out of myself.”

“No. You’re not gonna inflict harm upon yourself in any way.”

“Ok, you win, mom. I won’t intentionally hurt myself. But what if I-”

“Oh, hey there, Milo!” a familiar voice says, gathering the pair’s attention,

“How are you doing?” another familiar voice follows.

Milo groans in agitation before palming his face, immediately recognizing the two voices. These two girls have made his and Rayleigh’s entire high school experience a living hell. The fact that they only have to deal with one more month of it couldn’t make them happier. Not only are they gonna be done with school forever, but there’s a fairly favorable chance that they’ll never have to see either of these girls for the rest of their natural lives.

“What do you want?” Milo questions, not even looking at the pair above him,

“Is that any way to greet your best friends?” Bianca teases,

“Yeah, why do you have to be so mean to us?” Jenna chimes in, ruffling his hair.

Not wanting to be framed for inflicting harm on the girls again, Milo just endures the verbal and physical torment.

“Ooo, Milo,” Jenna taunts, turning her attention to Rosaline, “Why didn’t you tell us you got yourself another girlfriend?”

“W-wait, ‘another’?” Rosaline questions, confused at the insinuation, “What is she talking about?”

“Oh, he didn’t tell you about us? Milo, you big meanie. You can’t keep these things from her. You’re in a relationship. You gotta tell her these things.”

Irritated with the lies she’s spewing, Milo snaps back with,

“What? What are you talking about? There was never an ‘us’.”

Jenna brings her hand to her chest before letting out an exaggerated gasp and saying,

“Oh my. So cruel.”

“Yeah, Milo,” Bianca piles on, “Not cool, dude. How could you forget all the good times we all had?”

“You…all?” Rosaline questions with disgust,

“Rose, I swear, they’re lying,” Milo assures, “They’re just a couple of assholes. Let’s just go.”

He stands up, bringing a reluctant Rosaline up with him, but before they can walk away, Bianca stops them in their tracks, saying,

“Wow, quite the language you have there, Milo.”

“Come on, you know good and well that boy has quite the mouth on him,” Jenna says, “Let me tell you something, you’re a very lucky lady. Has he shown you how educated his tongue is yet? He just reaches all the right places, doesn’t he?”

“Well, he’s kind of a cheater. He’s basically obsessed with having you sit on his face. But he more than makes up for it with how much he’ll touch you, know what I mean?”

Rosaline’s face gets redder and redder with every word. Partly because of the perverse speaking from the pair, but mostly because their de***********ions of Milo’s actions are 100% accurate in her experience. Their claims are getting more believable the longer she listens.

“Oh, if you think that’s cheating, just wait until you see how he found out how to do those things,” Jenna says, “One look at that internet history would have a nymphomaniac blushing.”

Milo’s immediately shaken to his core as soon as the mention of his search history is mentioned. Taking note of his sudden apprehensive demeanor, Rosaline looks at him with even more disdain than before.

“Not only that, but let’s just say he might have the law giving him the side eye,” Bianca chimes in, further strengthening Rosaline’s suspicions,

“What-…what do they mean by that, Milo?” Rosaline questions, fearing the answer,

“Rosaline, just listen,” Milo starts, trying his hardest to dissolve her suspicions of him.

He takes her hands into his, but she immediately snatches them away, staring directly into his eyes and holding back tears in hers.

“What do they mean by that?” she repeats, demanding to know the answer,

“Well, if you’re that curious, let’s just find out together,” Jenna says, swiping away on Milo’s phone.

Milo, petrified beyond belief, tries desperately to retrieve his phone. But Bianca stops him in his tracks, holding him in place and giggling.

“Seriously, putting your phone in shorts that baggy is just begging people to snatch it,” she says as Milo tries fighting out of her grasp,

“Ok! Let’s see what we have here on Milo Turner’s search history on his phone!” Jenna announces, gathering the attention of everyone in the gym,

“Jenna! No! Stop! Ple-” Milo pleads before Bianca covers his mouth with her hand,

“Alright, let’s see, here! Ahem! Just last night we have: ‘POV Step daughter sucks step dad’s cock while mom sleeps’! ‘Mommy domme pegs her baby boy’! ‘Kitsune femdom erotic audio’! ‘Granny stuck in a wall and begs for anal pounding’! ‘Dragon Maid Kanna Yuri Smutfic’! ‘…Wait a minute…What’s this?!”

Milo, instantly realizing what Jenna has found, tries even harder to break out of Bianca’s hold. But she has him locked in too tight. His fighting proves to be for naught. He’s already overflowing with embarrassment, but if Jenna follows through with exposing what she’s found, he’ll never hear the end of it. So he continues desperately fighting Bianca until,

“Big brother you’re the best

Especially when you touch my breast

I like the way that you touch me

Your chin-chin makes me kimochi

Just put your dick in my mouth

I’ll make it go in and out-”

The entire gym erupts in a mix of laughter, repulsion, second-hand embarrassment, and a combination of all three. Milo can’t even bring himself to look at Rosaline, who is recoiling at him with a look of shock, horror, confusion…and hatred. She doesn’t recognize him anymore. She can’t believe what he’s been hiding from her. And she fears that’s not even a fraction of what he’s been hiding.

Rayleigh snatches Milo’s phone out of Jenna’s hand before frantically closing out of the tab. But the damage is already done. Everyone’s either laughing at Milo or giving him a look of utter contemptment, Jenna and Bianca are joining the former, laughing up a fit, and all Milo can do is sit back down against the closed bleachers and cover his face in shame. Rayleigh then notices that Rosaline is nowhere to be found. He scans the gym for her, catching her angrily storming through the gym door. He then spots Milo’s lime hoodie that he let her wear haphazardly tossed in the trash bin.

From the noises of his peers, to the tragic end of his best friend’s relationship, to the heinous act that the two girls before him committed, Rayleigh is seething with rage. They’ve done some terrible things to them in the past, but this was diabolical. He can’t believe that they would stoop this low. They completely demolished the image of one of the most respected guys in the school. And they’re laughing about it. It’s so infuriating to him. They get to do anything they want with no consequences. No one to teach them what happens when you constantly meaninglessly antagonize. Well, he’s had enough. He refuses to have that be the case anymore. Somehow, someway, Rayleigh will embed that message into their skulls.

A few weeks pass after the incident and Milo continues to remain in his room. He doesn’t bother mending anything with Rosaline, finding it to be a lost cause, he doesn’t interact with his parents, he doesn’t answer Rayleigh’s attempts to reach out to him, he doesn’t even plan on attending school for the last month. He’s too ashamed to bear the thought of showing his face in public with everyone knowing what they know. Thankfully, his grades allow him to afford to do that.

As Milo continues lying in his bed and thinking about his ruined status in the eyes of his former peers, he hears a knock on his door. Believing it to be his mother, he ignores it in hopes that she’ll leave him alone. As expected there’s another knock and it’s met with the same treatment. He’ll set her mind at ease when he eats his breakfast later. He just doesn’t want to see her or anyone.

But things take an unexpected turn as another knock is heard. This time being slightly louder than the previous knocks. However, it still doesn’t prompt a reaction from Milo. He just continues to lay in his bed in hopes that the unwanted visitor will get his message. That is until he finally hears Rayleigh’s voice say,

“Ok, screw this. Open the door, dumbass!”

Milo is taken aback by the subversion, but that still doesn’t motivate him to get out of bed. He still doesn’t want any company. Rayleigh ignores Milo’s nonverbal objection and opens the door himself and steps into his room.

“Sup, dude,” he greets, “Haven’t seen you in a bit. You doin’ alright?”

Milo doesn’t answer. He doesn’t even look at his intruder.

“Yeah, I figured. Don’t worry, I’m not gonna stand here and give you some long-winded boring speech about how you shouldn’t waste your time wallowing away in the confinements of your room and how you need to pull yourself up by your bootstraps and fuck the horse and whatever. Not gonna do any of that. That’s just gonna be a huge waste of time. Instead of telling you to get out of this room, I’m dragging you. Come on.”

He grabs onto Milo’s arm and pulls him out of bed. Milo doesn’t really put up a fight. For one, Rayleigh would just relent until he conceded. Plus, he doesn’t have the energy to persist. It’s just easier to follow along until Rayleigh’s done. The lack of a struggle takes Rayleigh by surprise, but it doesn’t slow him down. He drags his friend downstairs and outside into the passenger seat of his car before stepping into the driver’s seat.

“Ok,” he starts, “We’re gonna go somewhere.”

“Yeah, we’re in a car,” Milo grumbles, wanting this to be over and done with already,

“How right you are. Now, where do you wanna go?”

“Back to my room.”

“Alright, bowling alley it is.”

Milo sighs as Rayleigh grabs his laptop from the dashboard and places it on his lap. Rayleigh then starts typing on the laptop, prompting Milo to look on in confusion. What was the point of asking him if he was just going to type away on his computer? He rolls his eyes before leaning his head on his hand and looking out the window.

But just one glance shakes Milo to his core. Beside him is someone’s car that he doesn’t recognize. He looks forward through the windshield discovering the aforementioned bowling alley. As he takes a moment to process what exactly just happened, Rayleigh just gives him a smug grin.

“Yeah, still wanna be in your room now, Debbie downer?” he questions.

“Wh-…..WHAT?!” Milo shouts, not able to form any other words in his mind,

“Cool, isn’t it? I don’t know what happened, either. I just accidentally spilled some soda on it a few nights ago and it kinda sparked out. A full day in cinnamon and sage coated rice later and I’m in the possession of a keyboard that grants anything I type.”

“Creepy. Wait, cinnamon and sage?”

“Michelle was trying something and mom and dad wanted to be supportive.”

“You know, you say things like this and wonder why I wonder what the hell goes on in your house.”

“ANYWAY, you do know what this means, right?”

“Yeah. We can pretty much do whatever we want.”

“That’s one way of looking at it.”

Milo’s mind immediately starts racing at the infinite possibilities. He’s still trying to fully digest this. Anything that’s typed on that laptop becomes reality. They can travel back in time. They can raise the dead. They can achieve world peace. They can summon super models. They can change the laws. They can reshape the entirety of what they’ve come to know. And no one can stop them.

But Milo’s brainstorming is brought to an abrupt end as he hears Rayleigh typing on his laptop. With curiosity piquing, he asks,

“What are you doing?”

“Just a bit of debt collecting.”

“What do you mean by that?”

Right as he finishes his sentence, Rayleigh along with the rest of the scenery starts to fade. Confusion overtakes his mind as he peculiarly finds himself in a standing position with an unsettling unstable platform below his feet. As reality warps before him, Milo starts getting dizzy. He closes his eyes to avert the shifting setting.

After moments of patiently waiting, he starts to focus on what he can to get a feel of where Rayleigh could possibly have sent them. He takes a step forward, feeling the unstable platform shifting with the weight applied from his step along with a subtle squeak following behind. He immediately recognizes the platform to be a bed. He’s in someone’s bedroom. But as he’s coming to terms with his current environment, he hears something that freezes him in place,

‘Woah, this bottle is stronger than I thought it’d be. I’m already getting light headed.’

There’s no mistaking that voice. That’s Jenna’s. Milo snaps his eyes open, dreading the sight of the soulless blue eyes of the sadistic brunette. However, to his surprise, she’s nowhere to be found. He scans the bedroom for the girl, but she’s not seen anywhere. But during his search, he feels a slightly irritating sensation on his shoulders. He reaches for the source of the feelings, discovering it to be…his long…brown…hair.

‘The hell?’ he questions in his head,

‘Wait, who said that?’ Jenna’s voice questions,

‘Where the hell are you?!’ he exclaims, walking all over the room,

‘What the fuck is going on?! Why can’t I move where I want?!’

Milo relentlessly continues his pursuit, checking under the collection of plushies on the bed.

‘Wait, stop! I just organized those!’

Looking in the closet and carelessly tossing aside the shirts, skirts, dresses, and cheerleader uniforms.

‘Quit it! You’re going to rip them!’

Ripping down the signed boy band and inspiration posters to find a hole or something.

‘No! What is wrong with you?! I got that for my 6th birthday, you asshole!’

But coming up short at every turn. And the constant sounds of disapproval to his actions are driving him insane. Why can he hear her, but not see her? What did Rayleigh do to him?

In his pursuit, he passes by a mirror, catching a glimpse of himself. And with the brief sight of the reflection, he immediately recognizes that something isn’t right. He hesitantly steps in front of the mirror, taking a look at what is shown before him. His growing confusion and anger are immediately mixed with shock and horror.

His rugged hands have been replaced with the soft pale hands that have slapped his butt, earning a loud sound to be heard that caused him to catch the blame and be labeled a perv. His long hairy legs have been replaced with the short smooth legs that pinned down his arms while being force fed worms. His emerald green eyes have been replaced with the soulless blue eyes that gleefully watched his suffering over the years. His lightly bearded stoic face has been replaced with the clean silky face that smiles and laughs at his misfortunes. He is Jenna.

Milo stumbles back in disbelief. He’s in the body of the person he hates more than life itself. Why would Rayleigh do this to him? Where is he?

“Wow, you really don’t make it hard to find out where you are, huh?” he hears Bianca’s voice say behind him.

He turns around to the door and he spots the caramel toned girl standing in the doorframe accompanied with her signature curly brown hair, hazel eyes, and smug grin. He reflexively panics at first, but his mind starts piecing everything together. If he’s been put in Jenna’s body, it’s probably a safe bet that Rayleigh followed through with the obvious. And as if to make it even more obvious, upon further investigation, Milo spots his laptop in her arm.

“Wha-…what did you do?” Milo questions, covering his mouth as he hears Jenna’s voice instead of his own,

“I thought I made myself clear,” Rayleigh replies, “We’re gonna do some debt collecting. Remember? ‘We can do anything we want’. These skanks know damn well what that’s like. Year after year, they’re relentlessly on our necks with no one believing a word of it because ‘They’re such sweethearts. What could they possibly gain from doing anything malicious?’. Well, here they are: drinking alcohol, prank calling authoritarian figures, and committing other various acts that they have no business doing while we tried so desperately to stop them after we just so happened to pass by.”

Milo considers Rayleigh’s words, admitting to himself how fun it would be to give them a taste of their own medicine. But before his voice of reason can speak up, he hears Jenna saying in a dreadful tone,

‘Listen, I don’t know who or what you guys are or what you want, but just take it. Take whatever you want. Just please leave us alone. We don’t wanna cause any trouble. Please don’t hurt us.’

She wants mercy to be shown to her. And there’s no doubt in his mind that Bianca’s pleading for the same thing. They have the nerve to beg for mercy after everything they’ve done. Then his mind suddenly goes back to a few weeks ago. They ruined his image. They decimated most of his friendships. They demolished his relationship. The last thought cements his mind. He wants them to suffer.

“I’m in,” Milo says,

“That’s my boy,” Rayleigh replies.

The night ensues, seeing the pair of vengeful boys finally giving their oppressors their just desserts. Milo mixes a concoction of different drinks with Jenna expressing her disapproval throughout the entirety of her pleas. But her words fall on deaf ears as Milo gulps down every last drop of the drink.

“Woah, Jenna,” Rayleigh taunts, filming his friend’s actions, “Those drinks looked expensive. You sure your parents will be alright with only getting a quarter of those bottles?”

“Oh, don’t worry about that,” Milo replies with his most obnoxious fabricated valley girl impression, “Mommy and daddy will just get more.”

After a few more drink mixes, Milo takes Bianca’s phone, directing Rayleigh to the direction of Jenna’s parents’ room. They giddily giggle at the possibilities as they walk through the door. The very first thing that they spot is Jenna’s father’s nightstand, which contains a wedding photo, a necklace that reads “Love of my life”, a small teddy bear holding a heart containing a picture of Jenna’s mom, a stack of $100 bills, and the start of a bead portrait that looks like it took months to get a corner accomplished.

“Awww,” Rayleigh and Milo say in unison,

“How cute can a couple of people be?” Milo questions, getting closer to the nightstand,

‘No, no please!’ Jenna pleads, ‘Just stop! They’re gonna kill me if you do anything to this!’

“I know,” Rayleigh replies, picking up the teddy bear and gradually pulling at its head, “This is why marriage is so magical. Look at all of these one of a kind artifacts. And you wanna know the best thing about them? They’re just. So. Durable!”

The bear’s head rips off of its torso with Rayleigh’s last word. The pair giggle as Jenna cries in fear of what his dad will do to her after seeing this.

“Oops,” Rayleigh taunts, “Guess I was wrong. Looks like they won’t be needing this anymore.”

He rips the heart out of the bear’s sewed clutches before snapping it in half and tossing everything behind her.

“This might as well follow, right?” Milo says, picking up the wedding photo and throwing it at the wall, causing it to shatter,

“Oooo,” Rayleigh says patronizingly, “You broke iiit. You’re gonna get in trouble!”

He shoves Milo into the nightstand, causing it to knock over and send the beads scattering all over the floor.

“Well I won’t get into that much trouble,” Milo replies, “I just saved dad all that time and energy of finishing up that stupid fucking project.”

“Huh. I guess you’re right.”

They head out of the room with the girls dreading what they’re planning to do with them next. Rayleigh leads them to the dining room table, ensuring that he’s in frame of the video before sitting on the table and looking down at the table cloth.

“Hey, Jenna,” he starts, rubbing the cloth, “This table cloth looks really nice.”

‘Wait! No!’ Jenna begs, ‘Please! My aunt made that!’

“Like it?” Milo retorts, “Aunt Whatsherface just handed it to us. She’s such a fucking cheapskate. She couldn’t even be bothered to use Egyptian silk. Fucking bitch.”

“Yeah. Such a waste of quality if you ask me. But I know how to make it so much better.”

Rayleigh smirks directly into the camera as he crawls to the corner of the table. He then takes his preferred spot, leaning back on his left arm and bringing his right hand to the front of Bianca’s shorts. He rubs her clothed center as Milo continues filming, enjoying the show in front of him.

“It’s only right for such potential to have a more…modern woman’s touch, right?” he questions with a giggle as he pushes the shorts to the side, exposing Bianca’s wet pussy.

Milo gets closer as Rayleigh slowly starts moving Bianca’s hips back and forth, grinding her pussy against the table and soaking the cloth in her juices. He tilts his head back and moans as he starts rubbing Bianca’s moist folds to amplify the sensations. Milo gets a close up of Bianca’s swollen center, getting even more turned on the longer he observes her actions and listens to her sounds of enjoyment.

“That’s one way to improve something so heinous,” Milo teases, getting inches away from Bianca’s center, “You think my aunt would appreciate the honor of having such a pretty little pussy touching her disaster?”

“No doubt in my mind,” Rayleigh says in between moans, “Can’t wait until she sees this. Just the thought of her watching her niece’s friend getting off on her stupid cloth just makes me so fucking wet. Imagine the look on her face if she were here right now.”

“That would be so fucking hot. Maybe she’d wanna thank you in some way for improving her work.”

“Really? Like how?”

Without giving it much thought, Milo leans forward, sticks out Jenna’s tongue, and gives Bianca’s pussy a long sensual lick, prompting another blissful moan. He has no idea what prompted him to do it, but he’s not gonna complain about it. He thinks about repeating the action, but his better judgment emerges as he realizes what he just did. Not wanting to ruin the fun, he pushes his regretful feelings aside and continues filming.

“Ooo, you naughty girl,” Rayleigh says in a sultry tone, “You’re lucky your aunt’s not here now. You’d be punished for doing something so nasty.”

“Well, she’s not here, is she?” Milo responds, “So no punishment for me.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that. I have half a mind to bend you over and spank your misbehaving little butt.”

“Yet all you can do is talk about it, so I’m safe.”

Rayleigh slowly stops grinding before hopping down from the table. Milo tries to make a hasty retreat, but Rayleigh’s too fast. He grabs Jenna’s arm and pulls her back as the pair exchange laughter due to the roughhousing. Jenna’s then bent over the table, taking nearly the same exact position that Bianca was, but in reverse as Bianca’s hands explore her body. Milo moans in response to the softness of her hands as her hands reach Jenna’s awaiting butt.

“What, this is what constitutes spanking now?” Milo taunts, “I knew you wouldn’t do-”

He’s cut off as a loud slap is heard after Bianca’s hand swat’s Jenna’s ass. Milo whimpers in response to the sudden slap. But before he can collect his bearings, another strike is delivered, garnering the same reaction.

“What was that?” Rayleigh questions, “You were saying that I wouldn’t, right?”

Another slap ensues as Milo starts grinding Jenna’s pussy against the table, coating her shorts with Bianca’s fluids.

“Bad girls like you need to learn respect.”

Slap.

“You need to know who’s in charge.”

Slap.

“Someone really needs to put bad little girls like you in your place. You need to learn what happens when you step out of line.”

Slap.

With each strike that is delivered, a whimper is heard. And the more spanks that occur, the more those whimpers are heard as moans. Not only that, but the things being said and the way that they’re being said are making Milo feel things he never thought possible. Realizing the effects that the spankings are having, Milo snaps out of his pleasure fueled trance and leans up from the table.

“O-ok, Ray,” he says, stopping the recording, “Tha-that should be plenty to get them back now. There’s no way they’ll push us around anymore. Plus, I’ve read Jenna’s mind and her parents might be back soon.”

“Well, first of all, Bianca apparently made it so that they might not be back until Monday. So she is good for something. Who knew? And second of all, you still haven’t learned your lesson.”

“Oh…Well, uh-…I’m-…Tired! Yeah, just absolutely tired. Yawn, sleep, counting sheep, and what have you. Feminine charms like mine can’t just appear out of nowhere.”

Milo’s slightly taken aback by the last sentence he uttered. He didn’t even mean to say it. But he just brushes it aside, thinking of it as stress taking over for a moment. Meanwhile, Rayleigh looks at Milo, not buying his blatant lies.

“Wanna try something else or do you actually think I’m that stupid?”

“I-…I uh-…”

Milo can’t think of anything. He’s panicking too much. He stumbles on his words for a bit before he’s silenced by Bianca’s finger on his lips as he hears her voice shush him before saying,

“Relax. You know we’re not doing anything wrong. I know we’re not doing anything wrong. We’re just a couple of goofball girls having some fun, right? You like having fun, don’t you?”

The young brunette is conflicted. On one hand, this is going far beyond anything previously anticipated. There was no implication that the night would see both of them in this position. Not only that, but Milo always made it abundantly clear that roleplaying will never be something he indulges in. But on the other, hearing the soothing sexy tones of the ravishing ebony girl as her gorgeous hazel eyes are fixated on the ocean blue eyes of her prey tip the scales pretty significantly.

“N-no,” the confused brunette weakly protests, “B-Bianca, we can’t. We’re…we’re not-…ngh~”

The final protests of the brunette are immediately silenced as Bianca’s lips latch onto her neck, gently sucking on it. Jenna’s then lifted onto the table as she closes her eyes and tilts her head back from the newfound pleasure delivered from Bianca.

“That’s it,” Bianca whispers in between kisses, “Just let go of all that worry and overthinking. Be in the here and now. Don’t worry about what might happen. Feel my lips on your neck. My hands on your nice, soft, delicate body. Yeah, you like that, don’t you?”

Jenna can’t respond. She’s too infatuated with the various sensations coursing through her body. With each kiss, with every word, with every inch of her body that’s being touched by her pursuer, the more she obeys her commands. She’s slowly but surely giving into her desires.

Bianca then trails kisses from Jenna’s neck to her mouth, still exploring her body with her hands under her shirt. Jenna leans back on her hands, balancing herself as Bianca deepens the kiss. This causes Jenna to give in even more. She loves the feeling of Bianca’s lips on hers. She could stay like this forever.

After a few minutes into the kiss, Bianca briefly breaks it to pull Jenna’s shirt over her head. Afterwards, they resume the kiss with Bianca grabbing onto Jenna’s DD cup chest with her right hand and caressing the submissive brunette’s face with her right. Jenna moans into the kiss as Bianca squeezes it. She’s so firm, yet tender with her. She’s never felt anything like this before.

With every moment that passes of Bianca grabbing and kneading Jenna’s chest, the more Jenna longs to have her wrap her lips around her nipple. The thought alone drives Jenna wild. The more she thinks about it, the more she needs it. And as if reading her mind, Bianca pulls away from the needy brunette, trailing kisses down her neck and to her well developed chest. She looks up at Jenna, giving her a coy grin before latching her mouth onto her right breast. Jenna lightly moans as Bianca licks and sucks on her right breast, while squeezing and kneading the other.

The look on Bianca’s face along with the various sensations caused by her worshiping her chest earn more reactions from Jenna. She moans louder, gripping onto the table cloth as Bianca continues enjoying her body. Bianca then alternates, latching her mouth onto her left breast and squeezing the other.

Jenna’s in pure bliss. By this point, her fears and anticipation are nonexistent. She just wants this to go on forever. She’s feeling pleasures that were previously never thought possible. All at the hands of her best friend.

After moments of the intense pleasure, Jenna’s starting to feel an overwhelming sensation rushing throughout her body. Her moans get louder and louder as this extreme sensation builds and builds. Eventually, it proves to be too much for her and she arches her back, lightly spasming as she reaches her orgasm.

Jenna lies back on the table, riding out her orgasm as Bianca looks down at her, giggling at what she’s caused. She brings a hand to Jenna’s bare tummy, lightly rubbing it and saying,

“Good girl. See what happens when you fully give yourself to me? You feel wonderous sensations that you never would have otherwise. Now, do you want more?”

“Y-yes, please,” Jenna replies almost immediately, drunk with pleasure,

“That’s what I thought.”

Bianca guides her hand from Jenna’s tummy to her abdomen, latching her fingers onto the waistband of her shorts before pulling them down below her legs and fully exposing her entire body. Bianca then fully guides Jenna onto the table before taking off her own shirt and shorts and joining her on top of it. Before doing anything else, she observes the girl’s full frame. She watches from her chest as it rises and falls from her catching her breath to her soaking, wet, little pussy. She’s practically salivating at the sight of her. She can’t wait to ravage her. But before she does, an idea crosses her mind.

“You wanna know something?” Bianca starts, bringing a hand to Jenna’s drenched slit and lightly rubbing it,

“W-what?” Jenna answers, enjoying the feeling of her friend’s palm on her cunt,

“I’ve always wanted to have some fun with your flexible little body ever since I saw you do that backbend leg over the head combo.”

“Like how?”

“Oh, maybe something like this.”

Bianca grabs Jenna’s right leg and lifts it to meet her head, making her do a perfect lying split. She then straddles her, connecting both of their pussies with each other and slowly rolling her hips. Both girls moan from the action, staring deep into each other’s eyes as Bianca continues rubbing against Jenna’s pussy.

“Fuck, you’re such a sexy girl,” Bianca moans as her hips start rolling faster, “You look so fucking sexy like this.”

Jenna blushes at the comment, getting even more turned on from it as she continues moaning. Bianca giggles at her bashful demeanor, continuing with,

“Don’t be shy about it, sweetie. As cute as it is, I want you to know how sexy you are. Your beautiful eyes just begging for more, your cute little face expressing how good this feels, and especially your adorable moans from all of this.”

Bianca starts grinding a little harder against Jenna, making her moan even more.

“Yeah, that’s it, kitten. Moan for me. Let me hear how good I’m making you feel. Yeah. Tell me how good I’m making your little pussy feel. Oh, fuck, baby. Yes. That’s right. Just like that. Moan for me. Moan louder for me, baby. Yeah.”

Jenna does as she’s told, moaning louder and louder with Bianca following suit as her pace grows more and more. Not long after speeding up the pace, Jenna gets the overwhelming sensation again. And Bianca’s not too far away from it, herself. Without thinking, she leans down and embraces Jenna in a passionate kiss as both of their orgasms build more and more. Eventually, both release onto each other, moaning into the kiss as they soak the table with their fluids.

Bianca pulls away from the kiss and slows down her movements, allowing both of them to catch their breath. She then looks down at the exhausted girl, caressing her face and giggling before saying,

“Such a good girl. You did amazing, baby. I’m so proud of you.”

Jenna blushes again, secretly loving the comments she’s receiving.

“But you know, I’m kinda wondering what we both taste like together. Aren’t you?”

Jenna slowly nods her head. She can’t deny that she’s at least a little curious about what she tastes like. So Bianca leans back up and pulls Jenna up with her. She then backs away, spreading her legs to invite the brunette to have a taste of their combined fluids. Jenna hesitantly accepts her invitation, leaning down and placing her head in between the ebony girl’s legs. Bianca then brings a hand to the back of her head, guiding her face toward her awaiting pussy. Jenna then sticks out her tongue and drags it along Bianca’s soaked cunt, tasting both of their orgasms. In short, it’s one of the best things she’s ever tasted in her life.

She latches onto Bianca’s pussy, eagerly lapping up her mess as Bianca moans in response to her licks. She strokes her hair, taking in the sight of her friend eating her out. But she’s not content with her having the tasty treat all to herself. She’s entitled to some, too. So while Jenna’s hungrily licking Bianca’s pussy, Bianca leans forward and grabs onto her hips before lifting her bottom half over her top half and presenting her glistening cunt.

Bianca wastes no time. She wraps her mouth around Jenna’s pussy, immediately enticed with their combined flavors. Both girls are now needily savoring each other’s tastes, moaning from the sensations coming along with their indulgence in the tasting. They just can’t get enough of it. And the feeling of their mouths on each other’s pussies is unmatched. They both need more.

Jenna wraps her legs around Bianca’s head, pushing her further into her pussy, and Bianca wraps her arms around Jenna’s torso, doing the same. Bianca slides her tongue inside of Jenna’s pussy, making her moan louder and Jenna does the same. Jenna rolls her hips, grinding her pussy against Bianca’s face for more friction. Bianca brings a hand to the back of Jenna’s head to get the same effect.

Not long after the additional pleasures implemented by both girls are set in motion, the awe inspiring sensation makes its appearance once again, making both of them moan more and more. After moments of the sensations building, both girls release one final time in each other’s mouths, basking in both the second dosage of their fluids and the satisfying feeling of their orgasms.

Once they ride out their orgasms, Jenna plants her hands on the table, lifting her top half up with the help of Bianca. She then leans up in a sitting position on Bianca’s shoulders before descending and straddling her. They engage in another kiss with Bianca stroking Jenna’s hair and Jenna holding Bianca’s face in her hands.

This moment feels so serene to the pair. It’s almost as if after that entire segment, they’ve become one cohesive unit. It’s more than euphoria. It’s more than the joys of sex between them. It’s almost as if they-…

Milo snaps his eyes open, deeply inhaling as he catches his breath, coughing in the process. Once he’s composed, he takes a second to observe his surroundings. He’s in Rayleigh’s car.

‘Did I fall asleep? What the hell just happened?’ he internally questions.

Just as he has that thought, the memories of what had just occurred flood his mind. The sleepover, the damage, the-…He recoils at the thought of it all. He’d just had sex with the two most despicable people he’s ever known.

“So how do ya feel?” he hears Rayleigh’s voice say beside him, shocking him to his core, “You still gonna be a negative Nancy?”

“Ok, don’t you dare think I’m gonna go through that and not expect a fucking explanation from you!” Milo interjects,

“Alright, alright, jeez. Basically, I had us infiltrate their bodies for a bit to give them a taste of their own medicine. And the only way to get back was either when I said so or when their parents got back. And…well…I didn’t say so.”

“And you couldn’t have told me any of that because-?”

“Because it was fucking hilarious listening and watching you run around that damn room like a chicken with its head cut off while trying to figure out what was going on.”

“Well, fuck you, too.”

“You already did, gaylord.”

“First, we were in female bodies, so that’s incorrect, stupid. Second, even if it worked like that, you initiated, so you’d be the gaylord.”

“Spoken like a true gaylord.”

“Ugh. Whatever. You’re lucky that was actually kinda fun.”

“So no more lying around like a sad sack?”

“We still got that footage?”

Rayleigh pulls out his phone, saying in a smug tone,

“Oh, this isn’t going anywhere.”

“Nice. And everything’s transferred over?”

“Yup. The power of modern day technology and other science mixed in.”

“I still can’t believe that. That’s insane. Wait! Hang on a second. I just remembered something.”

“What?”

“You said that we’re only here because her parents came home early, right? Doesn’t that mean they’re getting chewed out right now because of what we did?”

“Oh yeah. You’re right.”

“You thinking what I’m thinking?”

“Typing it in now.”