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

Part 2

“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.

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Wife’s Reluctance & Acceptance

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!

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After the Dance

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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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.

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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.

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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.

Dean, or Dee as he was usually called, had the sort of personality that meant he did well in the banking profession. Very well in fact! By the age of 50 he was a multi-millionaire. He wasn’t flash mind; he kept a low profile.

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.

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The world’s first futa rides an older woman!

The World’s First Futa – Futa’s Public Delights

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.

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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…

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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 is thirty-eight years old, sixty-seven inches tall with a dazzling smile and a sexy voice – and a size-twelve body to die for. Wonderful legs with the best thighs I have ever encountered on a woman, magnificent hips with a gorgeous ass, flat stomach, tucked in waist and modest tits.

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.

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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.

Milo couldn’t be happier with his life right now. He’s at the tail end of the worst part of his life, his freelancing career is starting to get off the ground, and he’s now in a relationship with the greatest girl he’s ever come into contact with. He never thought he’d be this happy in his senior year.

“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.”

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Mary and her mother are sold to a group of dykes.

Mary couldn’t believe the position she was in. The 18 year old knew her father had owed money, a lot of it, but when she and her mother had confronted him about it he agreed to go to meetings for his gambling addiction, and he had promised them he was taking care of his debts.
Of course, the bastard had taken care of his debts by selling Mary and her mother to a group of slavers. He had gotten a hold of a group of professionals, criminals who had plenty of experience snatching men and women of all ages for assorted buyers all over the world.
The men had come in the middle of the night. Mary had woken to a hand over mouth and more hands tying her hands and feet. They carried her down the hallway of their house, and Mary heard screaming from the stairs, and more men carried her mother downstairs, similarly bound.
As they carried the two women out of the building, she watched her father take an envelope of money from the only man not carrying a thrashing, panicked woman. He held the door open for them, avoiding the gazes of his wife and daughter.
As Mary and her mother were thrown into the back of a van, the man picked up the phone inside his now nearly empty house and dialed 911. His daughter and wife would be reported missing, and after a while the search would be abandoned. He could pay off his debts, and maybe even find a new wife that was less of a bitch.
Mary sobbed against her gag, a rag that had been roughly tied around her head. She, and the other women in the back of the van, were thrown back and forth as the driver of the van took them to their destination – a small airstrip outside of the city, where a plane would take the latest shipments of slaves to the home of the slavers in the middle of the Canadian wilderness.
She tried to worm her way over to her mother, but there at least a dozen captives in the vehicle, and she had no way of knowing who was who in the mess. She continued her quiet sobbing, as were most of the other women, until the vehicle came to a jarring halt.
The back doors were opened and hands reached in and started pulling the women out into the night air. Mary was the second one pulled towards the door and thrown out. She managed to land on her feet, but she stumbled forward into one of the men. He grabbed her by the back of the neck and ordered her to stand still unless she wanted to spend the rest of her trip without the tshirt she wore, the one she had stolen from her boyfriend to sleep in.
The last woman was pulled from the van and out in the line of captives. One of the men walked down the line with a clipboard, checking them each off. Satisfied with his check, he stepped back and addressed the group.
“OK, ladies. 8 of you are taking this plane to Brazil, where you’re gonna be worked as sex slaves. 2 of you are being shipped down to Mexico. A cartel needs a couple of whores to cart some drugs across the border. And the last two of you are gonna be going to a private buyer. She requested a mother-daughter deal, so Mrs. Clinton, Ms. Clinton, please step forward.”
Mary shivered as the man so callously dealt them their roles. She took a step forward, and her mother did the same a few women down the line.
The man nodded and continued. “Ok, the Clintons go with you Jake. Matt, take the two on the end to their crate. And remember food for them this time!” he called as the two men he spoke to jumped into action upon hearing their names. Mary and her mother were led back to the van they had arrived in. The two women on the end were dragged, screaming, to a box that waited to carry them through a network of illegal shipments. The rest of the women were herded towards a small cargo plane that was prepared to take off.
As the van doors shut behind them, cutting off the noise of the outside, she let out a small sob, which seemed much louder than before now that the van was nearly empty. Her mother scooted over to her daughter and held her as best as she could with her hands tied. They huddled together as the van took off, and they managed to get some sleep.

When they woke up a few hours later, they realized the van had stopped moving. The doors were opened, and Mary and her mother were pulled out of the van. They stood in the middle of a driveway that led up to an expensive looking mansion. The men who had delivered them left them standing there, and got in the van and left.
Mary considered making a run for it, but she realized there were nothing but trees around. She glanced back and saw that the road they were brought in on was miles long, through nothing but trees.
A group of figures was already making their way towards them from the house.
The first thing Mary noticed was that all the people that approached them were women. The second thing was that nearly all of them were naked. Mary was freezing in nothing but her shirt and her panties, and her mother wore only a sheer blue gown that revealed her lack of a bra or underwear. But these women stood there, unaffected by the cold. They weren’t completely naked, she realized, now that they were up close.
Each woman wore a belt around her bare waist. Attached to the belts were identical looking hunting knives, pistols, and tasers. They each had nipple piercings, a little heart charm through their left nipple, and a tag through their right.
One woman stepped forwards and smiled at them. “Welcome ladies, to Valhalla. I going to have your gags and restraints removed, but let me be clear. If you run, or scream, or fight, we will shoot your legs out and leave you tied up outside overnight. There are some wild animals out here, and they love nothing than some fresh meat. Understood?”
Mary nodded frantically, the tears starting up again. Her mother also nodded, and two of the women drew their knives and cut them free.
The woman spoke again. “Before I lead you inside ladies, You’ll need to remove your clothing. We forbid anything that hides your body from us..” Before Mary or her mother could object, she continued. “If you don’t willingly strip, we will hold you down and cut them off your bodies. And we aren’t always careful enough to avoid cutting the skin.”
Mary stood there, unwilling to let this woman humiliate her, but when her mother untied her gown and let it drop to the ground, she realized that she had no other choice but to obey. She pulled the shirt over her head, exposing the D-Cup tits she had inherited from her mother to the cold air. She blushed as her nipples instantly hardened in the cold weather, but she continued to slide her pantied down and stepped out of them.
Her tits were exposed, and her pussy was open to the stares of the women. She realized she had forgotten to shave the morning before, so her ginger colored bush was exposed to everybody. The woman who spoke to them stepped forward.
She grabbed one of Mary’s breasts and examined it, squeezing and pinching her stiff nipple. She let out a small moan, and instantly blushed again. The woman smiled and continued her assault on Mary’s tits.
“Are you a virgin, honey?” she asked Mary,leaning forward and nipping at Mary’s ear. In that instant, Mary realized that they had been delivered to some sort of lesbian group. Mary nodded, and the woman slapped her across the face.
Mary screamed, and her mother was held back by two of the other women. Mary’s attacker grabbed her hair and pulled her towards her.
“If I ask you a question, I want an answer, bitch.” the woman snarled, all traces of friendliness gone.
Tears ran down Mary’s face as she shook.
“Y-Yes, maam, I’m a virgin. My boyfriends taken my ass, but that’s as far as we went.”
The woman sighed, and let go of Mary’s hair. She swung a leg out and knocked Mary’s legs out from under her. The girl crashed to the ground with a yelp, and remained there. The woman knelt beside the sobbing girl.
“Get on your hands and knees girl. My mistress prefers her entertainment to be somewhat experienced, so we’ll start you out right now.”
Mary obeyed the woman, not understanding what she meant. The woman unclipped something from her belt that none of the other women wore, and stepped towards Mary’s mother. Her eyes widened as she saw the object, which she had thought was a baton, had an extended handle that curved outwards. The tool was covered in ridges and bumps.
Mary’s mother realized the tool was some sort of dildo, and the women holding her had to renew their grip on the struggling women.
“Mrs. Clinton, you’re going to use this dildo to take your daughter’s virginity. If you don’t, then I will. And when I’m done, I’ll let four other women here have a turn with her. And for every women that fucks her, I will cut off one of her fingers.”
Mary’s mother froze, and the woman took the chance to reach down and hook the toy into the woman’s shaved pussy and she rammed it upwards and slightly out, lodging it in there as the woman screamed in surprise and guilty pleasure.
Mary’s mother stood there, and eventually, with a defeated sob, she walked behind her daughter and got on her knees, lining the fake cock up with her daughter’s pussy. Mary was crying, begging her mother not to do this, begging the woman to stop this torture.
Mary screamed as the dildo rammed into her pussy, ripping through her hymen. Her mother told herself to stop, that it was done, but her body wouldn’t let her. She continued ramming her daughter from behind, enjoying the feelings she hadn’t experienced from her husband for almost a year.
Mary screamed for her mother to stop, but she just couldn’t. The woman fucked her daughter right there, in the middle of a driveway with a group of strangers watching them. Her back arched as her orgasm flooded through her. Some distant part of her mind realized that Mary was screaming from her own orgasm.
Mary’s mother collapsed on top of her, and they lay there panting like dogs. The women surrounding them were laughing, and their leader smiled at them.
“Well, it looks like the new recruits show some promise. Somebody carry them inside. Let’s start their real training.”

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My name is Alyssa. I am 23 years old. I’m 5 foot with, blonde hair, around a hundred pounds, with size 36C breasts. For my size, my breasts looked really big! Things got out of hand real quick, when I went to meet Tyrone’s friends. I never thought I would allow what happened.

My name is Alyssa. I am 23 years old. I’m 5 foot with, blonde hair, around a hundred pounds, with size 36C breasts. For my size, my breasts looked really big!

My friend works at a local restaurant and of couple guys she works with, detail cars. I was interested in getting my car detailed and she said that she could probably help me out. So I took my car to the restaurant she worked at and one of the guys who was the cook, came out and introduced himself as Tyrone. He said he’d be happy to do my car and wouldn’t charge me a lot. I said I would bring the car to him later on and we would work something out. He said it was no problem he could just take it now and have it done in a few hours. So I gave my keys to him and he took my car and I went and had a few drinks with some friends.

A few hours later, my friend called and said that my car was done and I could come there now. When I got there, I didn’t realize that he needed a ride back to his house. My friend asked me if I could give him a ride and I agreed.

Instead of me driving, he said it’d be much easier for him to drive because he knew the way to the house and it would be easier, instead of trying to give me directions.

On the way there he started asking me really strange questions. If I had ever dated a black man or if I ever would. I said I’ve never dated anybody outside of a white man and wasn’t interested in dating anybody at that time anyways. We drove in silence for a while and then came to his house.

Instead of parking in the driveway he had pulled into the garage and I asked him what he was doing? He said that it would be nice if I came in and had a drink with the fellas. I told him I really wasn’t interested, I had already had a couple of drinks and wasn’t looking to have anymore. He said his friends would be upset if I didn’t and to just come into the house. I didn’t want to upset him, as he had just helped me out. So I agreed to come in and have a drink and meet the other guys.

I went in and he introduced me to his two friends Jaquan and Marcus. Like Tyrone they were both muscular black man and we’re kind of ghetto looking.

I was handed a beer and sat on the couch. Jaquan and Marcus both look like they were barely out of their teens and I was starting to feel really uncomfortable. They put on some music and started to dance Tyrone asked me to come dance with him and I told him I wasn’t interested, but he persisted so I did. After a little bit Jaquan came up behind me and started grinding into my backside and at that time I started more uncomfortable, so I went over, sat back down on the sofa and realized my beer had been replaced with a full one. I told them I didn’t want to drink anymore, but they started to get a little bit angry and I caved.

They started to smoke pot and handed it to me. I told them I didn’t do that, but they wouldn’t take no for an answer. So I took a hit and passed it on. They handed it back and forth to each other, then to me again. I told him I was done and didn’t want to do anymore and was going home.

Jaquan started running his fingers through my hair and Marcus rubbing my leg a little bit. I told them I was uncomfortable with what was happening and really needed to go home. They told me to relax and everything would be ok. I was really starting to feel light headed and woozy. Things were starting to get out of hand and I didn’t know how I was going to get out of this.

Then Jaquan went from my hair, down to my shoulder and started rubbing softly down my chest. By this time I was losing control of my senses and was struggling a bit to keep them from advancing. Jaquan slowly went over my breasts a few times, then ran his hand down my stomach, to the bottom of my tanktop. He ran his hand under my shirt and up to my chest. I was only wearing a thin camisole, so his hands and my full breast, was only separated by thin material.

My head was spinning and my body was tingling all over. Then I realized Marcus had untied my yoga pants, slid his hand in my pants and was starting to rub me through my panties. I didn’t want any of this to happen, but it was happening so fast that I couldn’t stop it.

Marcus then ran his hands up to the top of my yoga pants and then into my panties. He started rubbing my vagina in slow circles. Jaquan and Marcus were working on my body, that I had almost resigned myself completely to their advances.

I didn’t notice at first, that Tyrone had taken off his shirt and pants and was in his underwear. But, when I did, I noticed buy the bulge in the front of his underwear and could tell he probably had a really big penis. Then Tyrone came up slid my shoes off and slowly and deliberately slid my yoga pants over my hips, down my legs and off my body. He started to gently caress my thighs, it made me shiver.

By this time Jaquan had started to kiss me and I was trying to resist but the multiple hands running over my body, made it very difficult.

Tyrone was still rubbing my legs very gently. The mixture of the beer and pot made my legs tingle and shake. While Jaquan was kissing my lips Marcus was kissing my neck and ears, they had taking me over mind, body and soul.

Tyrone slowly pulled me to my feet, put my back against his chest. Reached around me and slowly rubbed my breasts.

I am what a lot would consider it good girl. I don’t date a lot and I’ve only slept with a couple of guys. So for me to be allowing this, was way out of character.

Tyrone started to run his hands slowly down my stomach took the bottom of my tanktop and started lifting it over my head. Now I’m only standing in my camisole and my panties. He slowly goes back up to my breasts and rubs them very gently, while he kisses on my neck and ears.

At this time I look up and there is a mirror in front of me and I can see everything that he is doing. I’ve become aware again and try to push away, but he only grabs me tighter and pulls me closer.

Up to this point it has been very gentle. All of the sudden he starts rubbing my breasts a little bit more aggressively and I start to get very nervous. I asked him to let me go so I can go home and go to sleep, but he only pulls me closer. I am looking in the mirror, as he runs his hands up to the top of my camisole and rips it off of me. My breasts bounce free and look much bigger, than normal.

Now Jaquan and Marcus come up to either side of me start kissing on my neck and rub my vagina, slipping a finger in every few strokes. I get even more nervous as the seconds pass.

As I’m lowered to my knees, I know what they want.

Jaquan and Marcus have now stripped to their underwear and all three are standing around me. Tyrone instructs me to pull his underwear down. As I do, I am shocked, as his erect, very large penis, about hits me in the face. I am instructed to do the same, to both the Jaquan and Marcus. As I do, I am equally shocked at their size.

I look at them and half-heartedly plead with them not to make me do this. They look down at me and say that I need to do this as payment, for detailing my car and that is that. I told them that I could go to the ATM and get them money. They said no amount of money would be better than my body.

I was instructed to take Tyrone’s penis in my hand and to rub it softly. At that time I did what I was told and Jaquan took my other hand and put it on his penis I have never in my life done anything like this. This is way beyond the norm. Then Tyrone told me to open my mouth I reluctantly did, but before he could get his penis in my mouth, I told him that the boyfriends that I’d had, really enjoyed oral sex from me and would be willing to do it without being forced at all. I asked to make a deal with them. If I could make them all cum in a certain amount of time, they would let me get dressed and go home. Tyrone said, if I can make them all cum in 5 minutes, they would allow me to go home without anything else happening. I agreed.

I didn’t know if I could make it happen, but I was willing to try, so I didn’t have to have sex with three black guys, who had penises that were at least 9 inches long and thick.

So I took Tyrone stroked him for a little bit and put him in my mouth. The taste was not pleasant and I didn’t like it, but knew that this was the only way I would have a possibility not having sex with 3 huge black penises.

Pretty soon Tyrone was moaning and instructed me to suck his balls. They looked like tennis balls in his sack. After a bit, I was pulled away from him and Jaquan inserted himself in my mouth and I started pleasuring him, while I was stroking Tyrone and Marcus. I alternated between the guys, doing whatever they wanted. I did my best. But in the end, 5 minutes had come and gone. And they were nowhere close to cumming.

I tried to plead with them to not make me do this. But they told me the deal was a deal and to lay down. Tyrone Pulled my panties down and got in between my legs. I asked him if he would please use a condom, but he said he did not like the feel of them. I knew that I had never taken a man of his size and I knew it was going to hurt. I asked him to please go slow and be gentle. He kissed me on my neck and my chest. I could feel the head of his penis at the entrance of my vagina. He rubbed the head of his penis up and down on vagina, which was wet with my juices from being aroused.

Then with one jarring thrust he entered me and I never felt a sensation fullness, like that before. It hurt so bad! Marcus and Jaquan knelt at the side of my head and put their penises near my face. Tyrone instructed me to suck their dicks, while he fucked me.Tyrone continued to thrust in me, at a feverish pace. My mind completely left my body. I turned my head to the side and open my mouth and Jaquan pushed his penis between my lips. Tyrone had picked up his pace and was having sex with me very hard. Jaquan and Marcus were taking turns moving my head back and forth, and putting their penis in my mouth, so I could pleasure them.

Jaquan looked at Tyrone and said let me have some of that. Tyrone got off of me and Jaquan climbed between my legs and entered my vagina. I was on the verge of having an orgasm I don’t know how, because I didn’t want this to happen. But, my body was so aroused it didn’t matter.

Tyrone left the room for a little bit. Jaquan got off me and Marcus climbed between my legs and entered me and as he did I had an orgasm like I’ve never had before. My legs rode high on his hips and subconsciously, I was opening my vagina for deeper thrusts.

Tyrone came back in the room and Jaquan laid on his back, with his penis standing erect in the air and told me he wanted me to ride him. So I straddled his pelvis and he guided his penis into my vagina. He told me to rock my hips back and forth and as I did, I lost control and started rocking faster and faster and as Jaquan was thrusting upwards, I had a mind shattering orgasm.

At that time Jaquan took me to his chest and my breasts are pressed tightly against his. I felt his legs lower a bit. I turned and looked. Tyrone was rubbing my back and I saw a bottle in his hand. I felt a cool liquid go on to my anus and I felt Tyrone start rubbing my anus with his middle finger and soon he stuck finger in my anus.

I tried to pull off, but they were both too strong and very forceful. I couldn’t stop them.At that moment Jaquan slowed his thrusting and I felt Tyrone get behind me. I had a feeling I knew what they were going to do, but was unable to stop them and slowly Tyrone entered my anus the pain was horrible and I started to cry. Marcus came up beside me and told me to open my mouth, I tried to resist, but when I did Tyrone forced more of himself into me and my mouth shot open, Marcus then inserted his penis into my mouth and started having sex with my mouth.

I was now having sex with three guys at the same time. This went on for what seemed like an hour but was probably only a few minutes. I was in so much pain and they were being very rough now. I didn’t know what to do, I didn’t know how to make it stop, but then the fire started building inside of me and I knew that I was going to have another orgasm. I was shocked that my body would allow me to have a feeling ecstasy, when I was being violated so violently.

They took turns in this position for a while and I had another orgasm. The guys dismounted me and I had just realized none of these guys had cum yet.

Marcus laid down had me straddle him facing away told me to ride him, as I went to guide him into my vagina he told me wrong hole and guided his penis into my rectum, the pain was just as bad. Then Jaquan came in between my legs and inserted his penis into my vagina. I have never felt anything like this and I was totally in shock! Lost in the moment Tyrone came around and put his penis in my mouth. I told him no, because that he had been in my anus and I was not going to do that. At that point once again, Marcus thrust it up hard and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. My mouth came wide open. Tyrone inserted his penis in my mouth, I could taste the nasty excrement on it, along with blood. They took turns with me in this position for a while. Then laid me on my back and had sex with me, until they were about ready to cum.

When they were ready, they placed me on my knees and had me perform oral sex on them until they were ready to ejaculate Marcus was the first to cum and shot what seemed like a gallon of sperm, on my face. Jaquan was next he inserted his penis into my mouth, had sex with it for a few minutes and shot all over my forehead. Tyrone came up roughly grab me by my head and shoved his penis in my mouth and down my throat. He did this for what seems like a long time. Then when he was finally ready he laid me on my back and shot his sperm all over my chest.

I laid there for a little while felt so dirty and used. As I was laying there, I looked down the hall and saw a young black girl a little bit taller than me and maybe 18 years old in a white negligee, white stockings and high heeled shoes. She was very pretty.

I heard her ask the guys if this was the last time and they said yes if you comply completely.

I laid there motionless as I heard them tell her to go and lick the cum off of me. She approached me, kissed me very gently on the lips and started to lick the sperm off my face. I was shocked that I had actually kissed her back as that is something I have never done or would do. I had forgotten that that they had cum on my chest and shivers went down my spine when she started licking the sperm off my chest. She slowly and deliberately lick the sperm off my chest, concentrating on my nipples. Alternating between the two. She then slowly kissed down my stomach and started licking my well used vagina.

Once again I started to lose control. I grabbed her by her head and held her mouth where I wanted it. She then stuck a finger in my vagina and my back arched. She was deliberately fingering and licking my vagina. I had the biggest orgasm of my life. It was powerful!

When she was done she kissed back up my stomach and chest. Kissed me delicately on my neck and sucked on my earlobe. She slowly moved a little bit passing my cheek and sticking her tongue into my mouth kiss to me deeply. I started rubbing on her sides and down her stockinged legs and back up them. I slowly lifted her negligee off of her body and revealed her breasts, which were bigger than I thought. I slowly started to massage her breast. I leaned up and took one of her nipples in my mouth. I heard her moan deeply and she started to grind into me. I put her on her back and kissed her upper body all over concentrating, on her breasts and nipples.

I slowly started kissing down her stomach and came to the top of her lace panties. I took her panties in my hands and slowly pulled took them down. I was shocked how beautiful she was and wanted to make love to her. I lowered my head to her vagina, and slowly stuck my tongue out and started to tongue her vagina. She arched her back, grabbed me by my head, held me in place and asked me to put a finger in her. I inserted a finger slowly and deliberately. I heard her orgasm just like I did. I did this for a few minute. She tasted so good.

I then felt a pair of hands on my hips. Tyrone had knelt behind me. In one big thrust, he was deep inside me. But, this time there was no forcing me. I was willing and ready to do whatever they wanted. My mind completely left my body, once again. I raised up from her vagina so I could get used to his size again. At the time I looked up, Marcus put his penis to my mouth and Jaquan put his penis in her mouth.I opened my mouth willingly and he entered my mouth, instead of him forcing me this time, I willingly grabbed his penis and I started performing oral sex on him.

In just a few moments both the Jaquan and Tyrone we’re starting to moan uncontrollably and I knew that they were almost ready to cum. So Jaquan pulled out of my mouth, took the girl and entered her vagina. At this time Tyrone sped up the pace, I didn’t realize that he could and real soon after, I had an earth-shattering orgasm. Then all of the sudden Tyrone pulled out and stood up. Jaquan pulled out of the girl and stood up, as did Marcus.

They pulled to my knees. In turn they all came in my mouth and I swallowed their cum. I collapsed onto the floor, after they were finished.

By this time it was dark outside, so I’d knew this had gone on for at least 3 hours.

I got up, and Tyrone led me to the shower and turned the water on. I got in, started washing up and no sooner I started washing up, Tyrone was in there with the soap rubbing on my breasts again. I can hear out in the living room that they were having sex with the girl and she was screaming loudly, but not a hurtful scream, but screams of pleasure.

As I’m trying to wash up, Tyrone is still behind me rubbing on my breasts and now he’s starting to rub them between my legs. Once again I’m starting to get aroused, so he turns me around and puts me on my knees, I put his penis in my mouth and I get him really aroused and hard. He picks me up bends me over and enters me with such force, that it almost knocks me to the ground. He has sex with me for a few minutes really hard and once again I have a huge orgasm. I almost pass out this time and just before I do, I hear him grunt, feel the warmth inside of me and I know that he has just shot sperm inside of me and my body quaked once again. I have never been so tired and satisfied, all at the same time.

He leaves the shower, I wash up inside and out. I got done and dried off.

When I get out into the living room they have the girl on her knees and they are doing the same thing to her. He tells me thank you, I can go my debt is paid somewhat. They may call on me again. I told him, I’m done, I’ll never do this again and he said we’ll see.

A few days later I get a package in the mail and it has a DVD in it. It had some weird markings on it, so I put it in my DVD player and press play. I was shocked and horrified, to see me on the screen doing, everything that I did a few days before. They put a personal message at the end of it, that they would be calling on me and I would be taking the place of the young girl. But that’s a story for another time.

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