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Damien has rescued Abigail, but the sun rises stoon. Will there be time for he and his wife to escape the sun’s killing rays?

The Vampire’s Kiss
Chapter 9: Vampiric Hungers
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

The demon Jezebel lurked in the depths of Father Augustine’s soul. Her corrupted priest drove the gray church van into the slumbering city of Chicago. In the back, amid the weapons designed to fight vampires, lay the three enslaved women dominated by the priest. They were both his whores and his unholy champions. Demonic powers lurked in the souls of the women.

They would kill the vampiric threats to Jezebel’s client Faust. The powerful vampire had bargained with Jezebel for protection against Heaven’s interference. So far, Faust had upheld his end of their agreement, corrupting the elite of Chicago into perversion, blackening theirs souls and expanding the demon’s power. So far, no Knights Venator, the hunters employed by the Catholic Church had moved against Faust.

Until Heaven found a loophole. Jezebel wasn’t certain how. The demon had followed Heaven’s silly rules when she made her pact with Faust. The angels believed in the preservation, or at least the illusion, of free will. Every time an angel intervened for good, a demon could intervene for evil. Jezebel had accumulated her interventions and used them on Faust.

But the angels found a way to circumvent the rules. Jezebel suspected Aurora. The angelic cunt always found ways to interfere where she was not wanted.

And using vampires. What is Heaven up to?

Jezebel had learned of the threat, and discovering the source made using Father Augustine all the more delicious. Damien and Abigail D’Angelo, vampire hunters, had been turned. Augustine had been their chaplain. And now he would kill them to protect a vampire.

All of the priest’s service, thirty years of warring against vampires, undone because of his lust to fuck his parishioners.

Jezebel loved being a demon.

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Father Hyrum Augustine was alert and excited as he neared the edge of Chicago. Since he had embraced the feminine voice whispering inside him and given his sacrament to the three whores in the back, the priest had felt invigorated. He did not feel forty-eight but two decades younger. His cock was lead in his cassock as he listened to his whitish warriors giggle and moan in the back.

The three sluts were naked and caressing each other, saturating the wicked holes between their thighs—their cunts. Every woman was a whore to that greedy hole. Wet, hot, aching to be filled by fingers, tongues, cocks, or any other stiff, thick objects the patterns could get their hands on. But he had freed these three.

They lived to please only him, United by the holy sacrament of his seed collected from Samantha’s virgin snatch.

And right now, he needed pleasing.

“One of you sluts, get your mouth on my dick right now,” he said, his voice a gravelly growl.

“Ooh, which one of us should do it?” moaned Joy. Augustine had found Joy—a blonde, barely legal nymphette—walking down the side of the road. Dominating her had been the start of his transformation from simple priest into holy master.

“I would love to,” the young Samantha said. Augustine imagined her pushing up her glasses from her cute nose. She was engaged to be married, but the priest had shown the woman she really just was horny to lose her virginity and did not love her fiance. “May I suck your cock?”

“Oh, you’re so cute,” the married Donna Lawson moaned. Cuckolding the whore from her husband had been satisfying. Her daughter Britney had been claimed by Damien.

Anger curdled in the priest. His two charges, Damien and Abigail, had fallen to the undead scourge. Augustine and his whores would put them down. The priest had so wanted to claim Abigail as one of his slatterns, but she was wholly lost.

What a waste.

“Yes, Samantha, go suck his cock,” Joy purred. “I’ll finger your pussy while you do it.”

“Thank you for helping me control my wicked lusts, Father,” moaned Samantha as she crawled between the bucket seats and reached for the priest’s cock through his black cassock, her glasses slipping down her nose.

“It is a sacrifice, slut.”
“Did our play in the back make you hard?” Samantha purred, her brown hair falling about her innocent face.

“Yes,” Father Augustine groaned, his fingers tightening on the steering wheel as she lifted his cassock. He wore no underwear beneath, and the fabric rubbed across the sensitive crown of his dick.

“That was so wicked of us.” Samantha licked her lips. “Women are so wicked for inflicting sin on men.”

“That’s right,” the priest growled. The feminine voice laughed inside him. “Women need to remember their place.”

“On our knees, relieving the erections we cause in our husbands.” She grasped the priest’s dick. “Or our spiritual leaders.”

“Amen,” groaned Augustine as her wet, hot, warm mouth engulfed his dick. He groaned, fighting to stay in control of the van as her juicy mouth swirled her tongue around the frenulum. The pleasure rippled down his cock to his balls.

Samantha sucked hard and moaned. She squirmed as she knelt, Joy pressed against her side. The blonde’s hand shoved between Samantha’s thighs, rubbing at the whore’s cunt. Samantha bobbed her head, taking more and more of the priest’s cock as she shuddered on Joy’s fingers.

Joy nuzzled her lips against Samantha’s ear. Her tongue licked out, flicking around it and bringing another moan from the sweet Samantha’s lips. Father Augustine savored her sucking mouth and passionate sighs, his dick aching in the hot depths of her mouth.

“That’s it, slut,” cooed Joy. She licked Samantha’s ear again while Joy’s finger plunged noisily in and out of Samantha’s cunt. “Satiate the father. Relieve his cock and keep him from sinning.”

It was good that there was no traffic on the road. Father Augustine drifted into the right lane as the pleasure boiled in his balls. He let out a groan. The wheels thundered as the drove over the reflectors dividing the lane.

“What a whorish mouth,” groaned the father. He jerked the van back over, struggling to pay attention to the road as his dick ached in her ear, wet depths. The slut sucked and bobbed. His cock brushed the back of her throat.

“You can take more his cock than that,” hissed Joy. “Deep-throat the father. Satiate him, slut.”

“Yes,” groaned Donna, her voice thick with passion. “Swallow his cock. You have to please him with your whorish mouth.”

Samantha moaned her agreement, her passion humming around the priest’s dick.

Father Augustine’s head arched back as his slut swallowed his dick, the tip popping into her throat. The priest squeezed hard on the steering wheel as his balls boiled to a hot froth. The van’s tires buzzed over the stripes set on the highway’s shoulder. He had drifted left. He jerked the wheel. The pleasure tensed his body.

“Hallelujah!”

Cum exploded out of his cock right down the whore’s throat. He groaned through grit teeth, the van drifting right then back left. The pleasure burst through him with every blast of his cum until every drop was sucked from his cock.

Samantha’s mouth popped off his cock. “I did it,” she moaned, her eye squeezing shut, her cheeks flushed. “Yes, yes, Joy, I did it.”

“Now you get to cum, slut,” purred Joy.

The sluts kissed as Samantha orgasmed. She moaned into Joy’s lips. Samantha shivered and her back arched. She broke the kiss, tossing back her head to scream out her pleasure. Her voice echoed through the van.

Father Augustine planted, his body buzzing with bliss as he focused on the road. Chicago’s downtown approached, looked over by Faust Tower. It dominated the Chicago skyline, rising taller than Willis Tower.

The feminine voice whispered. Damien and Abigail would come to the tower. He had to start his mission from there. Faust was in danger. It was his holy mission to protect it. I’ll protect Faust and cleanse the world of Damien and Abigail.

The feminine voice laughed. And Britney shall be your reward. Mother and daughter writhing together for your pleasure.

“Amen,” groaned Father Augustine, a feverish edge to his words.

His holy warriors dressed as he drove through the sleeping streets of downtown Chicago. No homeless lurked in the alleys, or thugs prowled the night within blocks of Faust Tower. A preternatural stillness gripped the city.

Father Augustine’s instincts twinged. Something had driven away the homeless and the criminals. Not the cops. They rarely could be this effective. Fear laced the air. The priest’s forehead furrowed.

The feminine voice soothed away his concerns. Do not worry. Just follow my commands, and I shall continue to bless you.

“I will.”

“Will what, Father?” asked Donna.

“Protect Faust and follow our holy mission.”

“Amen,” breathed Samantha.

The feminine voice’s whispered instructions guided Father Augustine. He turned into the parking garage’s entrance, driving down a ramp to a heavy, metal gate blocking the entrance. Electric engines whirled and the gate rose, the metal clinking. The priest drove into the garage, lit by harsh yellows, while the gate dropped down behind them. He drove the van through the near empty garage.

Three men waited by the elevator. A limousine was parked nearby. Augustine pulled into the nearest parking spot and examined the three men. All were fit, strong men, trained and carrying handguns beneath their suit jackets. One was Black, the other two White.

“Be on guard,” Augustine said.

We will, Father, answered Joy, her voice cold, calm. In the rear view mirror, Augustine observed the subtle change cross over each woman. The communion he had given them strengthened their bodies and sharpened their reflexes.

Father Augustine climbed out and faced the men. The van’s side door rasped open and then closed. His women appeared surrounding the priest as his guard. The men at the elevator tensed, recognizing the danger the women presented.

“Faust is expecting you,” a guard said in a Texan twang. “You must be something special to get him to leave a party early.”

“I’m here to protect him,” Father Augustine answered.

The blond guard snorted. In a German accent he said, “We protect the boss.”

“Not from the threat that faces him. I know how to fight and kill vampires.”

“So do we,” rumbled the Black man.

“Faust wants to see ’em,” the Texan said with a shrug. “Ain’t really matter beyond that.”

The Black man grunted then hit the call button on the elevator. He motioned inside. “Let’s go. Faust’s waiting.”

Father Augustine and his whores stepped into the elevator. The three men followed and hit the 112th floor. The top floor. Augustine wasn’t surprised that one of the richest and most powerful man in the world had his office all the way at the top of the tallest building in America.

The elevator ride was long and quiet save for the tinkling of inoffensive lounge music. Father Augustine trembled with ecstatic energy. The feminine voice crooned while her presence slid through him. He was possessed. The Holy Ghost had fallen upon him like the saints of old, choosing him for a divine mission. His eyes slid down, staring at the asses of his whores.

His rewards for service were a delight to his eyes. His cock stiffened, anticipating one of his sweet whores’ holes. Britney’s cunt. What a sweet delight it will be to watch mother lick my seed from her slattern daughter’s cunt.

The elevator doors opened.

Signs in the lobby pointed right for the public observation deck and restaurant. To the left was a set of double doors made of rich mahogany and locked by a card key entry system. The German produced a card key, swiped it, and the doors slid open on silent actuators. The doors were thick, the mahogany hiding reinforced steel. Beyond lay a spacious and well-furnished reception area, Faust’s executive assistant’s desk empty at this early hour. A set of frosted, glass doors had Faust Crespo, CEO written in gold lettering.

The German led Augustine and his women across the room to the glass doors. The other two bodyguards brought up the rear. The ecstatic tremble of the feminine voice shook the priest. He drew in a deep breath, eager to meet the reclusive billionaire who was said to suffer from porphyria and could not expose his skin to sunlight.

The doors opened. Faust stood at the large windows, looking out at the slumbering city of Chicago. He was a tall man with a powerful presence. He turned, dressed in a tailored, black, Italian suit and blood-red tie, a glass held in his hand. A red, thick liquid brimmed in it.

Shock hit Augustine as Faust drank not a rich, red wine but blood. Vampire.

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The demon Jezebel had prepared for this moment. Father Augustine hadn’t accepted the truth of his situation. He would. Remember the rewards. He has to be protected, and the rewards will be so worth it. Young, hot cunt on your dick. Busty MILFs sucking on your cock behind their husbands’ backs. You just have to have faith in me. Relax.

But…

She flooded his mind with fantasies of mother and daughter sixty-nining, licking his cum out of each other’s taboo cunts. This will be yours. Trust me. Serve me, and you shall experience delights only the most perverse could imagine.

Lust flooded the priest. He wanted that perverse delight. His corruption outweighed his conscience. Yes. I will do anything for that.

Good. Now let me speak to Faust.

The priest didn’t fight as she seized control of his body. Her full possession wouldn’t last long. Augustine was too much of a free agent for that. But, it would be enough for her to speak directly to her client and warn him of the danger. As she took control, the priest’s posture shifted and changed as her feminine demeanor took over. His hip cocked to the right and a sultry smile crossed his grizzled lips.

“Well, you are still doing well for yourself, Faust,” Jezebel purred through the priest’s baritone. She strode from the priest’s sluts. They gasped and whispered awed prayers, no doubt believing the Holy Ghost had possessed their priest.

Useful idiots.

“Yes, our bargain has been more than satisfactory.” He held up his glass of blood to her.

Jezebel shook her head. “It would only make my host vomit when I released control.”

“Yes, yes, humans and their petty, biological reactions.”

“You were one of those humans once.” Jezebel placed the priest’s hand on Faust’s shoulder. “Mmm, what a gorgeous boy you had been.”

“Are you here just to reminisce? My next tribute isn’t due for a year.”

“There is a threat brewing. Heaven has found a way to strike at you.”

“So there are holes in our agreement.” Faust took another sip of his blood. It stained his lips. “Why am I not surprised.”

“And that’s why I have tainted this priest and recruited whores for him. He shall defeat the threat for you.”

“You’ve made the women into familiars?” Faust arched an eyebrow. “And Heaven let you get away with that?”

“An angel was naughty. She broke the rules and gifted me a large intercession. I used it well. Though Father Augustine would still have protected you without it. He knows the threat facing you.”

Faust eyes narrowed. “I planned on killing the good father. I guess that’s out of the question.”

“Definitely. He’s your new ally.”

“So, what is this threat? Has a host of Knights Venator been dispatched with an angel leading the van?”

“A pair of vampires.”

“That’s it. Dante, Joe, and Karl can handle them.” He motioned to the three guards. “They’re thralls. Strong, quick, and trained.”

“And these vampires are former hunters.”

Faust’s eyebrows narrowed. “Who are these Hunters? And how did Heaven stomach using a pair of vampires, even if they were fallen agents?”

“Damien and Abigail D’Angelo. Some of the best. As vampires, they’ll deci—”

Faust burst into laughter. Jezebel seethed at the mocking tone. Anger flared through her and into Father Augustine’s body. The priest clenched his fist and straightened his back. He almost burst out of her control.

“Why are you laughing, Faust?”

“I have already killed Damien, and Abigail is my thrall. I turned her.”

Jezebel hissed. “You went after a pair of hunters?”

“Hunters that killed so many of my beautiful children. Starting with Vincent.” Faust face twisted. “So I baited a trap for Abigail, turned her, and sent her home. She turned her husband and bound him for me. I cuckold Damien over and over then left him bound for the sun to finish off. He died at dawn.”

“He did not.” Jezebel struggled to control he anger. “That was the angelic intercession I felt. That bitch Aurora kept him alive. Damien fed and turned in his house. Girls seen after dawn went missing in there. He’s here in Chicago, and he’ll be out for blood.”

“I…see.” Faust’s jaw twitched.

“No, you don’t. That’s how Heaven found their opportunity. You involved yourself in mortal’s lives. Damien and Abigail are free to seek vengeance against a vampire that attacked them without receiving Heaven’s instructions. It bypassed my protection. You created this mess.”

“Well, I still have Abigail.”

“Good. Where?”

“I left her at a party. She is being…punished.” A smile crossed his lips. “I let the humans fuck her and degrade her. Then she’ll have to spend the day in that mansion, lurking from the sun while drenched in their cum. It’s a very open place with lots of windows. She will have to work hard not to die. I have cameras set up to watch. I have been looking forward to it”

“You need her under your direct control.”

Faust nodded. “Yes, yes. If Damien has any vestiges of his old self left, she can be used against him.”

The doors opened. A tall, female vampiress walked in wearing a tight, black skirt and low-cut blouse. She was pale and lovely, her heels clicked as she crossed the floor. She moved with the grace of a hungry predator.

“Lynette, the sun will rise soon,” Faust said. “What are you doing here?” He glanced at Jezebel. “My secretary. Vincent sired her. His first child. He turned her just after she became eighteen, preserving her beauty.”

“Sir, the security company at the mansion just phoned us,” Lynette said. “Their alarms went off. None of the guards are answering.”

Faust’s lips tightened. “Have you tried to call over there?”

“No one is answering, not even Trenton and Al.”

“Damien,” cursed Jezebel. Her control over the priest slipped. “Expect him to know a way of severing your control over Abigail.”

Faust turned to the window. The horizon lightened as dawn approached. “He will not be coming in the daytime. Your priest must find his lair and kill him before nightfall.”

“He will,” Jezebel said and then her control slipped away.

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Abigail laughed as the SUV roared off. Bloodlust and excitement burned through the vampiress. She was free of Faust, reunited with her husband, and violence was in the air. She glanced at the mansion. Every human that had abused her was dead, killed by Damien’s harem.

Her husband had been busy in the twenty-four hours since they had parted.

Abigail squeezed her thighs together. They were sticky with Damien’s cum and her pussy juices. She sat naked on the seat. She leaned back and rolled down the window, thrusting her foot outside, letting the wind roll over her toes and down her leg to caress her naked pussy.

She delighted in the sensation.

Damien’s eyes glanced over at her as he drove. She shuddered and her nipples hardened beneath his gaze. His nostrils flared as he scented her excitement. Everything was enhanced as a vampire—smells, touches, tastes, sex, violence.

“Do you hear those sirens?” Damien asked. “They’re coming for us.”

“Innocent mortals, Sir,” Aurora said from the back. The corrupted angel’s body was splattered in blood of the mortals she butchered inside.

“Yes, yes,” Damien said. “We’ll try not to kill them.”

“Try,” pouted Abigail.

“We’re still Knights Venator. We’ll protect the humans. We just don’t have to worry about…collateral any longer.”

“And what if I’m hungry?”

“No one begrudges the shepherd taking a lamb from the flock to feed his family.”

Abigail shuddered and licked her lips. “Ooh, yes. Family. Is that what we have here?” She glanced at the angel and the two vampiresses in the back. Mary’s black dress was soaked in blood and Rosa’s golden-brown body was smeared in it. Abigail scented dozens of different humans blood on them. “Are we a family?”

“We’re whatever Sire wants to call us,” answered Rosa.

“We’re a kinky family,” giggled Mary. “Mmm, especially with Britney and Vickie. Blood and milk, Miss Abigail, that’s a wonderful combination. Wait until you try it.”

“I can’t wait.”

“My feisty redhead,” grinned Damien.

Ahead, the first patrol car appeared.

Lights flared as the cop car tuned sideways to block the street and slow their approach. Abigail’s sharp gaze let her see across the distance and peer into the car. She caught the officers gaze and a thought popped into her head.

Can I mesmerize him from here?

She concentrated and sent out will. Move. The one word focused in her mind as she held the cops gaze. The cop car accelerated forward. Smoke squealed from the tires as they peeled out. The car lurched over the curb and smashed into a wrought iron fences.

“Mesmerizing gaze?” Damien asked.

She nodded. “You?”

“Telekinesis.”

Abigail laughed, her toes curling as the dangled out the window. She shoved her hands between her thighs and rubbed at her wet cunt. “Show me what you can do on the next cop, dear.”

Abigail dug her fingers into her pussy. Pleasure shuddered through her. She was free of morality and all that bullshit. She would hunt other monsters because it was exciting. It made her heart beat and her cunt wet. Her pussy clenched on her fingers as the next Chicago P.D. car roared around the corner.

Force hollowed out from the car, unseen save for the disturbance it caused in the air. The force slammed into the front, left fender of the turning car. Metal crunched and rubber squealed as the cop car lurched to the side. It’s rear end fishtailed around. Damien cut the wheel hard to the right and swerved around the crashing cop car.

Mary whooped in the back. “Sire kicked his ass just by looking at him.”

“Uh-huh,” moaned Abigail. She loved the wet, juicy squish her fingers made as they fucked deeper into her cunt. She had three and slipped in a fourth, savoring her cunt stretching open. “How hard was that to do?”

“Hard,” Damien growled. “I hear more sirens. From up ahead.”

“What can you do, Rosa?” Abigail asked.

“Not sure. I can kill.” She glanced at the horizon. Abigail followed Rosa’s gaze. It lightened. More excitement poured into Abigail. “Sun’s coming, Sire. I bet it will be spectacular when it rises.

“We’ll make it to safety,” Abigail moaned, her pleasure building.

“Maybe.” Damien turned the SUV hard and punched the accelerator.

“I can hear the cop car coming, Sire,” Mary purred. “Want me to take care of the next one?”

“Yes,” Damien growled. He glanced right and left as he barreled through an intersection. A car honked a horn and tires squealed.

“Go fuck them up, you slut,” Abigail moaned, her pleasure building. “Mmm, you were the biggest slut at our church.”

“The absolute biggest,” Mary agreed as she opened the door.

Abigail ground the heel of her hand on her clit and her eyes fluttered. Death lurked less than thirty minutes away. She was dead, but she felt so alive. Her blood screamed through her veins. She groaned as her pussy clenched on her fingers.

Mary leaped from the SUV. She landed beside it at a dead run. She kept pace with the SUV. Mary made keeping up with the racing SUV look like a light jog. She practically skipped, her blood-matted, black hair flying behind her. Abigail groaned at the sight of the vampiress.

“Covered in blood. How gorgeous.”

Damien glanced at Mary. “Yes, she is.”

“Hurry back, slut,” Abigail moaned. “I want to lick some of that blood from your body.”

Mary laughed and then she darted ahead as a blur. Strobing lights flashed ahead as another cop car approached. Mary’s streak slammed into the cop car. Even with Abigail’s enhanced vision, she couldn’t be sure how the vampiress hit the car. But at the speed Mary ran, the impact was spectacular. The front fender crumbled and the hood bulged. The car spun in circles as it screeched through the intersection and crashed into a traffic light.

The metal pole fell. Damien pressed the accelerator to the floor and blazed through the intersection. It crashed behind them in a burst of sparks.

“Nice,” Rosa laughed. “She’s a cannonball.”

“A smart use of force,” agreed Aurora.

“Wow, I impressed the angel.” Mary had returned and ran beside the car just outside Abigail’s window.

“Aurora, a chopper’s approaching,” Damien said. “Mary, get your ass in here. My wife wants to lick blood off of you.”

“Yes,” Mary moaned and pivoted. She grabbed the roof and swung her legs through the open window. Her body twisted and she landed on Abigail’s lap. “Hi. I fucked your husband. Several times.”

“You naughty slut,” laughed Abigail.

The angel’s wings flapped as she soared from the open door. Rosa slammed it shut while Abigail licked up the drying blood covering Mary’s cleavage. Abigail savored the flavor of five different humans mixed together.

She licked again, her tongue leaving swaths of pale flesh uncovered amid the crimson paint. The salty, coppery flavor burst inside Abigail’s mouth. Her pussy clenched on her fingers and an orgasm exploded through her.

Abigail sank her teeth into Mary’s breasts, sampling the vampiress’s blood. Mary shuddered on Abigail’s lap. Fresh and drying blood mixed in Abigail’s mouth. She licked up both as the pleasure rushed through her body. She ripped open Mary’s blouse, her pink nipples, untouched by blood, spilled out.

Abigail bit and sucked. She groaned around the nipple as her pleasure crashed through her body. Mary gasped and squirmed. The younger vampiress ground her wet pussy into Abigail’s armed pinned between their bodies. The juices trickled down to Abigail’s fingers plunging in and out of her pussy.

“Yes, yes. Sire, you have such a wicked wife.”

“I know,” he grinned. His hand reached over and squeezed Abigail’s thigh. “Enjoy the slut, hun?”

“Oh, I plan on enjoying all your sluts,” purred Abigail. She licked up more blood on her way to Mary’s neck. Abigail bit again, drinking more of the vampiress’s blood. There was an exciting tang to it. The blood didn’t feed Abigail’s hunger, not like a human’s, but it was still intimate and dark.

“Abigail,” sighed Mary. “That’s nice. Ooh, yes. I’m going to cum. Keep sucking my blood.”

“I have no one to make me cum,” pouted Rosa.

In the air above, an engine wined. The thwop of the helicopter blades slowed. Abigail pulled her lips away to watch the police chopper descended, smoke billowing from the engine cowling. It wasn’t crashing, but auto-rotating down. A moment later, the roof of the SUV groaned as Aurora landed. The angel swung into the car through an open window.

“I ripped out the gear box,” Aurora answered. “They should be able to land fine.”

“You didn’t kill them?” pouted Rosa.

“Not everyone has to die.”

“It’s more fun when they do, though,” Rosa moaned. “Mmm, Aurora, you have a delicious mouth. I bet you would love to lick my pussy.”

“I think we’re clear,” Damien said. “The sirens are roaring behind us. It sounds like they’re moving away.”

“Fifteen minutes to sunrise,” Mary purred. “How close are we?”

“Ten minutes. And morning traffic’s starting.”

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Aurora the Corrupted Angel licked her lips as Rosa’s naked, blood-drenched body spread out on the roomy back seat. Her legs spread. The Hispanic vampiress’s flushed vulva split apart, revealing her pink, juicy depths.

“Devour me,” Rosa moaned.

Aurora had never licked a pussy before. Homosexuality was a grave sin in Heaven. She had angelic lovers before, but always male. Now she hungered for the forbidden. Her hands reached out while her wings flapped behind her. She smeared the blood down Rosa’s thighs as the angel reached for the vampiress’s pussy.

“Yes, work that blood into my cunt so you can lick it out,” groaned Rosa.

Aurora didn’t hunger for blood, but sexual fluids. And Rosa’s cunt brimmed with them. Aurora leaned down and pressed her face into Rosa’s pussy. She licked the tart juices and coppery blood up, her angelic wings rustling.

“Ooh, Angel sex,” purred Mary from the front seat.

“Hot, nasty, lesbian angel sex,” groaned Rosa, squeezing her blood-stained tits.

“Get your mouth on my cock, slut,” growled Damien.

“Yes, Sire.”

As Mary sucked noisily on Damien’s cock, with wicked commentary from Abigail, Aurora delved her tongue into Rosa’s silky depths. The angel reveled in her first time with a woman. She let her tongue lick through all the delicate folds. Her fingers spread Rosa’s labia wide apart so the angel could gaze at the pink depths before she nuzzled and explored.

“Lord, I’m going to devour this cunt.” Aurora leaned in and licked.

She loved it. Her tongue licked up the blood diluted into the pussy. A pink froth that melted on her mouth and made her own cunt clench. Rosa moaned and undulated her hips, grinding against Aurora’s licking mouth.

“That’s it, angel slut, love my cunt. Mmm, yes. That’s what you want. What you need. You’re an angel slut looking to lick my pussy until I cum.”

The car turned and slowed. Aurora shifted on the seat and grasped Rosa to keep from falling off. She never stopped licking. The car rocked as it drove onto the sidewalk. Metal crunched and someone screamed outside.

Aurora didn’t care what sort of reckless tactics Damien used to get them back to the club. Sunlight would kill the vampires. It might even kill her. Aurora understood so little about what had happened to her.

An angel had never been fed upon by a vampire before. She was something new.

And she hungered for all manner of sex. She lusted for it. She had to experience it. Enjoy it. She pressed her lips tighter into Rosa’s cunt. She licked and tongued her twat, gathering up all the juices while the vampiress moaned her delight.

“Sun’s getting closer,” Abigail purred. “Ooh, we might die together. You’ll have a woman’s mouth on your cock when you die.”

Damien laughed. “Maybe. Or maybe we’ll make it. That’ll piss off the sun.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Rosa moaned. “The beautiful sun. The horizon’s getting so bright. I want to see it.”

“Is she a daywalker?” Abigail asked.

“Maybe,” Rosa moaned. “Oh, yes. I don’t know if the sun will harm me, but I do know I’m going to cum if this angel-slut keeps licking me. Oh, yes, yes, yes. Make me explode. If I die, I want to die cumming on your sweet lips.”

“Yes,” panted Abigail.

Mary sucked harder on Damien’s cock, slurping loud. Aurora matched the vampiress’s enthusiasm, licking and nuzzling at Rosa’s flesh, drinking up all the vampiress’s excitement as it poured out of her cunt right into Aurora’s hungry mouth.

The SUV turned again. Damien laid on the car horn. You could never tell he had his cock in Mary’s mouth the way he drove with reckless skill. Aurora wanted to watch, but then she would have to stop devouring Rosa’s snatch and feasting on her juices.

Rosa bucked into the angel’s licking mouth. Aurora could feel the pleasure swelling in the vampiress’s depths, a growing tide which would soon consume Rosa with bliss. Aurora yearned for that explosion. She burned to drink the sexual energy and fluids gushing out of Rosa’s cunt.

The angel smeared blood on her fingers before working them between Rosa’s butt-cheeks. She found the vampiress’s puckered sphincter and thrust, the blood lubing the way. Rosa’s tight bowels clenched on the angel’s fingers.

“You wicked angel,” gasped Rosa, her bowels clenching on Aurora’s proving fingers. The vampiress pulled hard on her nipples, stretching out the brown nubs. Her head tossed back. “You’re such an angel-slut.”

“Cum, god-damn you,” hissed Aurora before latching her hungry lips on Rosa’s clit.

Aurora bit the sensitive nub. The pleasure sparked an explosion inside the vampiress.

“You fucking angel-slut. Fuck, yes. You whore. Damn, you know how to devour hot cunt.”

Aurora didn’t answer. The angel’s wings flapped as she drank the gushing, tart juices pouring out of Rosa’s cunt. The angel devoured them, the sexual energy replacing what she expended in the fight. The juices drenched her face.

So wonderful. Lord, I could bathe in cunt cream and jizz.

Aurora’s own orgasm burst through her cunt.

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Britney Lawson rolled black paint over the windows of the loft. It was thick paint, used for coating a house’s exterior. She and Vickie worked fast, sliding their rollers through the paint and coating the windows.

They started on the eastern wall, and now she was on the north while Vickie painted the south. There were so many windows. They had worked without break since their master left to save Abigail. Britney’s back ached and sweat dripped from her body. Fatigue burned in her limbs.

She ignored the pain. She would keep working. She had to make the loft safe for her master and his vampiresses. Britney was a thrall. She lived to obey and serve the vampire that had transformed her virgin body. She was more than human, blessed with more stamina and swift recovery. She replenished lost blood swiftly and her breasts constantly lactated.

They were full of milk, another ache she had to ignore.

“Where are they?” Vickie asked. “The horizon’s getting bright.”

“Master is coming. He’ll be here.” Britney rolled her brush through the black paint and went to work on the next window. “He’s awesome, you know. I mean, even as a human. Him and Abigail both. So just keep painting. Leave the worrying to Master. We have our job to do.”

“Right,” Vickie nodded. The African-American bent down and poured more paint into her tray. “I’m glad I followed him out of the convenient store. Being fed on is so exciting.”

Britney’s pussy clenched. “Yes, it is. So we need to keep working if we want our vampires to feed on is again.”

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Damien erupted into Mary’s sucking mouth as he barreled through downtown. He sent out his telekinesis and knocked over a traffic light, blocking the one-way street crossing ahead. He droved the SUV onto the sidewalk then barreled through the intersection.

Dawn was only minutes away. The horizon was bright. His heart beat with excitement as they flirted with death. Would they make it? Damien did not know. He reached out and took Abigail’s hand.

If we die, we’ll burn together.

Abigail squeezed his had back. She gazed intently ahead. At the next intersection, cross traffic had a green light. A car just entering the intersection jerked hard left and crashed into a truck in the next lane, blocking traffic.

“Go,” she grinned, her eyes alive and hypnotic.

Damien gunned through the intersection. “My wife is amazing!”

“There it is,” squealed Mary, the vampiress bouncing as she knelt between Damien and Abigail’s seats. “We’re close.”

“So’s the dawn,” Damien growled.

His heart hammered. At any moment the sun’s rays would pop over the horizon. The light grew brighter in the rear view mirror. The brick building that houses the club Risqué on the first floor loomed. The windows on the second, the loft apartment he occupied, were blackened.

“It’s coming,” Rosa moaned, “to free me. I can walk in the lights. The rays won’t hurt me.”

“Just the rest of us,” Damien snarled.

“Sorry, Sire. I can’t stop that.”

Damien cut the wheel hard, turning into the alleyway. Tires squealed. Golden light flared down the road as he drove into the building’s shadow. Behind him, dawn’s light painted the road. He slammed on the brakes and the SUV screeched to a halt.

Damien laughed. They had done it. They made it back to the loft. The sun could not touch them in the buildings shadows. Abigail leaned over and kissed him hard on the lips. Her fangs bit him, his blood staining their kiss, sharing his life force.

Abigail broke the kiss. Damien, you drove like a maniac. “I loved it. Let’s get inside and fuck. I’m so horny. Damn, you make driving sexy.”

Damien’s dick throbbed. “I have a surprise for you.”

“What?”

“Vickie. She still has her cherry.” Damien leaned over. “She’s waiting to be plucked.”

Abigail shuddered. “After we dispose of your SUV. Leaving it parked here won’t work. The cop’s will find it. And you know who they’ll be answering to.”

Damien smiled. Nothing had really changed with Abigail. His wife was still in there, remembering her operational security. If the sun wasn’t coming up, it would have been a mistake to even drive the SUV straight here.

But living trumped that concern.

“Rosa, go upstairs, gather your clothing, and drive the SUV to near your apartment. Dump it. Shower, get ready for work. I want you showing up at your realty office. I don’t want anyone connecting your midnight meeting lat night to me.”

“Yes, Sire,” Rosa said, her face tightening.

“And no feeding,” Abigail added.

“Do I follow her orders, Sire?”

“Yes. No feeding. No drawing attention to us. You’re a daywalker. Lucky you.” Damien grinned at her. “When you get off work, return here. We’ll begin planning Faust’s death.”

Abigail moaned, “Yes.”

They piled out of the SUV. Sunlight blanketed both ends of the alley, a prison of purity that would keep them trapped. Damien only hoped Britney and Vickie’s paint job was thorough. An errant shaft of light peaking through could kill one of them.

Abigail joined him, striding with naked confidence. Damien scooped her up in his arms. She was even lighter with his enhanced strength. They had been both reborn, given new lives, and it felt right to carry his vampiric bride across the threshold.

She squirmed in his arms and smiled at him, her red hair dangling from her head. He would never again get to see the sunlight burnishing her hair.

The door opened before Damien reached it. A naked Britney, milk leaking from her breasts and paint staining her hands and face, beamed at them. “You saved her, Master.”

“We’re so happy,” Vickie said. She also had paint staining her chocolate-brown skin. She knelt naked by several mattresses. Vickie looked up from smoothing out black sheets on the mattresses and smiled. There were no other furnishings in the loft.

My eyes flicked across the windows. They were all painted black. None had any gaps. Damien set down Abigail. “You did good, Thralls.” He stared at Vickie. The sweet scent of her virgin blood beckoned. “Very good.”

“Mistress,” gasped Britney as Abigail seized her big tits. The vampiress squeezed and milk squirted out, adorning Abigail’s round breasts and dusky nipples. A moment later, Abigail bent down and bit into Britney’s areola, nursing milk and blood at the same time. “Yes, yes, Mistress. Mmm, that’s wonderful. I’m so glad he saved you.”

“Mmm, and I’m so glad Damien claimed you,” Abigail purred. “I saw your hot eyes on my husband before. Being claimed by him must have been your dreams come alive.”

“Mostly,” smiled Britney. “They didn’t include him feeding on me. But the sex…better than I could imagine.”

Damien strolled to Vickie. She smiled. “Is it time to claim me, Master? I can feel your need.”

Abigail suckled again, purring in delight. Damien watched his wife nurse, savoring the mix of blood and milk scenting the air. Vickie went to work on stripping his clothing. She cooed in delight as she unveiled his muscular body. Her fingers were so much warmer than his flesh, almost burning his sensitive skin.

He savored it. His dick throbbed hard.

“I’m so ready to be claimed by you, Master,” Vickie moaned as she knelt to unlace his boots.

Britney shuddered. Mary watched, already naked and fingering her snatch. Abigail hefted Britney’s other tit. Mary swooped in, latching on and making the blonde thrall moan in pure delight. Her head tossed back and she shivered and gasped.

Vickie pulled off his boots then removed his black fatigues. His cock came out. Her hands grasped it. She stroked his shaft and swallowed the tip. His body absorbed her heat as she sucked, his balls aching.

“Mmm, I can smell my husband’s precum,” Abigail purred, milk and blood staining her lips. “So, that’s the little virgin slut.”

“Yes,” Damien grinned.

His vampiress strolled to him, leaving Britney and Mary to enjoy each other. Rosa strolled out, a pout on her lips while Aurora lounged on a windowsill, watching and savoring. Her fingers rubbed at her pussy.

Abigail reached Damien. Her fingers ran through dark-black hair. They tightened and held Vickie’s mouth on Damien’s cock. The virgin sucked harder, her tongue swirling about the crown of his cock. Damien groaned as he stared into his wife’s green eyes.

“We need to feast on her body first,” moaned Abigail. “You need to replenish your energy.”

Abigail was not gentle as she ripped Vickie’s mouth from Damien’s cock. The virgin thrall moaned in delight as she was thrown down onto the mattress. Her legs spread wide. Abigail fell between then and bit into her inner thigh. Blood spurted about Abigail’s lips. She lifted her face.

“Feed,” she commanded.

Damien smiled. “Always mothering me.”

“If I didn’t take care of you, who would?”

Damien knelt down between his thrall’s thighs. Her blood pumped out of the her thigh, trickling down her legs to her pussy. The blood mixed with her tangy excitement. Damien lowered his head and licked from her wound to her pussy, savoring the mix of blood and cunt.

“Oh, yes, Master,” sighed the virgin as his tongue licked at her hymen.

Abigail leaned over and sank her fangs into Vickie’s tit. The virgin shuddered and bucked as both vampires fed off of her. Abigail moaned as she drank the blood flowing out of Vickie’s tit. Damien nipped and bit around Vickie’s vulva, welling more blood to mix with her pussy juices.

He devoured the virgin. Damien licked through her folds, gathering up the blood and pussy juices. His body craved the blood. His thrall gave up her life force, she shared it with him. And it was so sweet. He almost didn’t want to pop her cherry.

But he craved to defile her cunt and soil her purity.

He bit into her vulva again. The blood pooling in her sex, engorging her flesh with her excitement, pumped into his mouth. Then he nuzzled into her snatch, licking through her folds and gathering up the tangy pussy juices. He savored both together before swallowing. Her cunt became a pink froth as she moaned and humped into his mouth.

“Master,” she gasped. “Oh, yes, Master. Devour me. Feed from me. It’s my gift to you. I love you, Master.”

“Mmm, what a sweet creature,” Abigail moaned. She bit her way down the slope of Vickie’s tit, leaving small, welling wounds beading with crimson. The Vampiress reached Vickie’s neck and bit.

“Yes,” Vickie shuddered as Abigail drank deep from the flood.

Vickie spasmed. The ecstasy of the vampires’ bites and the pleasure of Damien’s tongue licking her pussy crashed together. She bucked on the mattress as her orgasm burst through her. She gasped and shuddered, her hot juices flooding into Damien’s hungry mouth.

Damien drank them down, spiced by her blood. He loved her moans and cries. His dick ached so hard. He was ready to fuck her. He had feasted, satiating one hunger. He had another that craved her innocent flesh.

Damien rose and seized her hips. “Time to lose that innocence, slut.”

“Yes, take me, Master.”

Abigail rose, her cheeks bulging as she held a mouthful of blood. It sheeted down her chin and neck to her pale breasts and stained her dusky nipples. The blood glistened as she straddled Vickie’s face and ground her pussy on the thrall’s mouth.

Vickie didn’t hesitate. She tongued through Abigail’s cunt. Damien smiled and leaned over his thrall as he rubbed his dick against her bloody pussy. Abigail seized his head and pulled Damien in for a kiss.

They shared the thrall’s sweet blood as Damien thrust.

The blood poured down his throat. He groaned into his wife’s coppery kiss as his dick slammed through Vickie’s hymen. The virgin’s moans were muffled as she thrashed and shuddered beneath the two vampires, her pussy stretching around Damien’s girth.

He savored defiling her. He had corrupted almost all his women. Her cunt clenched down on his dick. Her bloody thighs gripped his hip, smearing her life against his body. She humped against him, her body craving more delights.

“Fuck the slut,” moaned Abigail when she broke the kiss. “Cum in her untouched depths.”

Damien fucked Vickie hard. He slammed his dick into the depths of her pussy. She could take it. She was a thrall. Already, the oozing bites decorating her breasts faded, leaving only the drying blood behind.

“Fuck her,” Abigail hissed. “Every time you slam into her cunt, she moans into my pussy.”

“You better make her cum hard, slut,” Damien ordered. “Make my wife howl.”

Abigail’s eyes rolled in her head. She smiled. “Mmm, yes, that’s it, whore. Dig my tongue right through my pussy. I haven’t felt a woman’s mouth tongue me since Lynette.”

Damien almost stopped thrusting. “What?”

“Once,” she groaned. “Before we really were dating. Oh, yes, lick me like Lynette did. She made me cum so hard, but it scared me. I didn’t want to think I was into girls, not when I was hot for you, Damien.”

Damien thrust hard again, picturing his wife and her best friend in high school writhing together. Lynette had been a beautiful creature before Vincent turned her into a vampiress, but she disappeared in the aftermath of his death. Abigail had hunted for her friend but never found a trace of Lynette

“Damn, I wish I had seen that,” groaned Damien.

“I bet you would have liked the both of us in your bed,” gasped Abigail. “Ooh, the old me would never have done that. I never wanted another woman to enjoy that cock.”

“Fuck,” Damien growled. “I’m going to watch you make love to all my women.”

“Over and over.” Abigail arched her back. “Yes, yes, you fucking slut. Lick my twat. Oh, yes.”

“Cum,” Damien growled.

Her fingernails bit into his shoulders as she thrashed on Vickie’s mouth. Her blood-stained tits heaved and her moans echoed through the loft. Vickie shuddered and drank down Abigail’s tart juices. Damien drank in the sight of his orgasming wife.

Such a radiant beauty.

“Cum in the slut,” gasped Abigail as she writhed. Her fingernails dug deeper into his flesh. His blood trickled. The pain shot down to his dick, building the pressure.

He fucked Vickie hard, savoring her tight embrace. Her heat burned through his cock. His balls tightened. The vampire snarled as he grew closer and closer to cumming. Abigail bucked a final time, then smiled as her orgasm passed. She leaned against him, pressing her sticky tits to his chest. Her lips found his ear.

“Cum in the slut. She wants it. She needs it. Give it to her.”

Abigail’s tongue licked his ear.

Damien hugged his wife tight as he thrust into his thrall. His balls erupted. His cum pumped into Vickie’s virgin depths. The pleasure boiled through him as he held his wife. He had won her back from Faust.

And now he would kill that bastard.

Vickie gasped and moaned, her pussy milking the cum from his cock as she came. Damien savored the bliss and sank his teeth into Abigail’s neck. The flood of her blood made his final blast of cum shoot rapture through his body.

“We’ll kill him together,” Abigail promised with a low whisper as he was gripped by his orgasm.

“Yes,” he growled.

To be continued…

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Touching under the table

My girlfriend and I were celebrating our 1 year anniversary of living together. A lot of things had change in that year; we fell totally in love with each other for one. We were going out for a simple dinner at a very nice and expensive restaurant, maybe some dancing later and then in bed early, because it was a week night and Ashley needed to get up early the next day.
Ashley is my female lover, she is: 22, with long blonde hair, green eyes, 5’ 6”, 110 pounds, 36B, athletically built, toned and sexy as hell. Whereas I’m 23, long blonde hair, green eyes, 5’ 4”, 105 pounds, 34C, run and swim just about every day.

We put on our white button-up blouses that we always seem to wear to feel sexy. We didn’t wear bras; Ashley’s 36Bs and my 34Cs didn’t really need them, as they are very firm, and it was just one more piece of clothing we don’t really like. We put on our mini-skirts, no panties of course. No one would really see anything unless we want to show, it was more for us and knowing that the other was easily accessible more than anything else. I love getting dress up and looking good for her; I want her to be proud to have me for a girlfriend!!

We arrived at the restaurant, and the hostess showed us to a table. The place wasn’t very busy so I pointed to a horseshoe shape booth that could probably sit 6 and asked if we could sit at that table instead. The hostess nodded and lead us to that booth, we both slid in and set side by side, thighs and shoulders touching in the center of the booth. From that spot we could see just about the entire dinning area of the restaurant, and they could see us. The table cloth was long so no one could see under the table or up our skirts. The hostess handed us our menus, and shortly the server came to get our drink order.

While looking over the menu, something about Ashley’s perfume, just made me want to bury my head in her neck and start licking and sucking it. That girl always has me turned on, and my pussy was getting wetter by the second, I was looking at the menu, but the word weren’t processing. My hand moved to her soft bare thigh, moments later, her hand was on my thigh. Both of us staring at our menus like blind people, and trying to act like nothing was going on under the table. Her hand slid up under the end of my short skirt; touch the sensitively ticklish part of my inner thigh. My hand moved up a little higher touching her bald pubic area. With that she broke her stare at the menu, and gave me the tight lip look that said “What the fuck are you doing?”

I just smiled still starring at the menu, I had just found what I wanted to order, and not a moment to late as I felt her hand go higher her fingers delicately touching the moist petals of my bald pussy. I closed my menu and looked around the restaurant like everything was normal, and that my girlfriend fingers weren’t about to enter my soaked pussy. My hand slid deeper between her legs, my outer finger spread her folds as my middle one slid up and down her slit. Just as my finger grazed her clit, her fingers spread me and she plunged two deep in my wet pussy. I hope no one noticed as a let out what sounded like a loud open mouth moan, I want to cum right there. Not to be out done I rammed two of my fingers deep in her wet pussy, causing her to look at me and moan loud. It was loud enough that the couple at the table across turned their heads and looked at both of us.

Just about then our server came back to our table and asked if we were ready to order yet. I looked at Ashley; she was a little speechless at that moment.
So I said to the server, “Could you give us just a little more time?” with a smile.
She walked a way and I slowly started to finger fuck Ashley’s drenched pussy.
Ash looked at me and asked what I was getting, I told her, and she tossed her menu and said, “Fine, I’m getting the same!” and begin finger fucking my pussy.

It didn’t seem very long and I was close to cumming when the server returned.

“You ladies ready to order now?” she asked as she looked directly in Ashley’s eyes.

Ashley started her order, both women making eye contact as they talked. I starred at the server, slowly removed my fingers from Ash’s wet pussy, making sure she knew that at the very least my hand was in her lap. I pulled my hand from under the table, I don’t know if she could see it but my fingers were covered in Ash’s juices. I brought my hand to my mouth, and slowly sucked each finger clean, while still starring at the server. I knew she could see what I was doing, but she was still trying to make eye contact with Ash. As I was sucking the second finger, she glanced at me, then went back to Ash, then did a double take back to me. The look on her face was one of disbelief, and suddenly she couldn’t take her eye off me, watching me suck my fingers clean!

Once she was done with Ashley’s order she asked what I would be having. Just as I removed my fingers from my mouth and started to speak, Ash’s thumb hit my clit. Pressing it hard into my pelvic bone, I took a deep breath, turned my head and bit my bottom lip. I nearly came right at that moment. The server looked at me, and then looked at Ash, trying to figure out what had happened. Ash had a Cheshire cat grin on her face, and firm pressure on my clit!!!

I just spit out to the server, “I’ll have the same!!!”

The server collected our menus, and went on her way. My hand went right back to Ash’s lap and I quickly had two fingers back in her pussy. It didn’t take long and Ash had me to my first orgasm of the night. I just had to quietly sit there, grin and take it! Before our appetizer came, so had Ashley. We finish our dinner, and paid the bill. There was one clean linen napkin on our table. My pussy was still wet, so I grabbed it and wiped. We got up and I left the napkin with my juices on it in the center of the table.

Every time we drive past that restaurant Ash and I look at each other and smile!!

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Cassi Adams 19 year old twin sister is drawn into the dominatrix’s web

Cassi’s Story – As recounted by Cassi

This is the sequel to Adam’s Story in which a 19 year old male becomes ensnared in a dominatrix’s web

The day my stupid twin brother Adam became embroiled with Mistress Jasmine would dramatically change our well ordered and sheltered lives forever and turn us into the sexual playthings of a sadistic mistress and her followers.

Adam was always submissive and from an early age sought out inappropriate web sites on the internet, that is where he discovered Mistress Jasmine. He must have been flattered when she invited him to attend a personal domination session; only it wasn’t personal and resulted in him being raped by three men under the direction of the mistress. To compound matters the mistress had arranged for a number of photographs to be taken and the whole session filmed, it was those photographs and the subsequent blackmail that delivered me into her clutches.

Adam and I have always been close and it was shortly after his visit to the mistress that I sensed something was seriously wrong. When he eventually broke down and told me what had happened I was furious, but my fury turned to horror when Adam revealed that the Mistress wanted to meet me and that if I did not agree she would publish the photographs and send copies to our parents.

In my naivety I thought I would be able to bluster my way into her lair, demand that she hand over the photographs and leave us alone, it’s amazing how stupid you can be. I left Adam to make the arrangements with the mistress and the following Saturday found us being chauffeured to her establishment; which to say was impressive would be a dramatic understatement. The property was remote, extensive, walled and accessed via electronic gates. We were driven to the front doors which were opened by a girl of a similar age to us dressed in a short maid’s outfit and high heeled shoes that showed off her long tanned legs as she conducted us to the mistress.

Mistress Jasmine was not what I was expecting, I had envisaged her as a hard faced bitch in her 50’s dressed in leather and chains, what I was confronted with was a 35 year old stunning blonde sitting behind a massive desk and wearing an expensive Armani business suite. I thought I had power dressed, wearing my best jacket, skirt and blouse, but she made me look like a tramp. She stood revealing her perfect body and walked round the desk offering her cheek to Adam for a kiss; to my great annoyance he instantly complied, turning to me she again offered her cheek and when I refused she smiled and told me that soon I would be unable to refuse her.

Returning to her desk she indicated 2 chairs set in the middle of the room and instructed us to sit. I started to speak, to rant about her behaviour, but when she held up her hand to silence me I immediately complied. A long silence ensued during which time I was acutely aware that she was minutely examining my body with her eyes. Finally she spoke – If I spent one night as her plaything the photographs and tape would be destroyed – if I refused then they would be published.

I just knew I had no choice; I silently cursed my brother as the mistress moved from her desk to stand behind me. She slipped the jacket off my shoulders and sensually rubbed the back of my neck before her hands ran down to cup my breasts through my blouse. Adam just stared ahead as the mistress slowly unbuttoned my blouse and fondled my breasts. I was allowed to tidy my clothing before the mistress led us upstairs and showed us the rooms we had been allocated for our nights stay. The mistress followed me into my room closing the door behind her; I tensed as I thought she was going to touch me again. She laughed saying later dear. Sitting herself comfortably on the large bed she instructed me to strip for her. I could not believe what she asked and vigorously shook my head. Her facial expression did not change, but her voice was much firmer, she told me that if I did not do as she instructed me at all times, my brother’s photographs would be in my parents hand within the hour; I knew then that I had no choice but to comply.

I wanted to get the humiliating situation over and done with and so I quickly took off my jacket, but she wanted a slow sensual show, so I had to put my jacket back on and slowly strip for her to some imaginary music. My jacket, blouse and bra were slowly removed as I danced to invented tunes; I was reaching around to unfasten my skirt when the mistress stopped me. My hopes that this was going to be the end or my torment were dashed when she asked me if I shaved my pussy hair. I told her it was an embarrassing question but she persisted and called me an insolent bitch who needed to be punished. She repeated the question and I replied that I did shave my pubic hair. She became annoyed and told me I had to call it my pussy hair, she made me repeat the word pussy several times till she was satisfied. I then had to continue the strip-tease until I was wearing just my stilettos.

The mistress made me bend over and touch my toes, and then I had to reach up and pull my bottom cheeks open and reveal my anal opening she asked me if I liked taking cocks in my ass; I shook my head but that was not good enough for her; she repeated the question and I told her I thought it was gross; she just laughed and then told me to repeat “I want a big cock to fill my ass with cum”. Again I had to repeat it several times until she was happy. Finally I had to sit on the carpeted floor facing her and spread my legs open wide. She made me touch my vagina and rub my clitoris whilst she called me a dirty whore. Eventually she rose from the bed and opened the bedroom door, turning she told me that Lucy would collect me in 15 minutes and not to bother dressing.

I sat on the bed and wept through embarrassment and shame, I loudly cursed Adam for getting me into this predicament, hoping that he could hear me through the walls. I was still sitting on the bed when there was a knock on the door and the young maid who I assumed was Lucy stood in the doorway; she indicated that I should follow her. As we passed I saw that the door to Adams room was open, but the room was empty. Lucy led me down the main stairs, but we continued our descent below the ground floor at which point the staircase changed from wooden to concrete, I realised that this was the same staircase Adam was made to crawl down; the one that leads to the mistress’s dungeon.

The atmosphere in the basement was oppressive, the air was colder and the stark conditions were designed to subjugate those who entered. I followed Lucy through an open door and found myself facing a seated Mistress Jasmine. The Armani suite had been replaced by her dominatrix garb consisting of a red leather corset covering the lower half of her breasts complemented by silver clasps down the front, a red leather thong and thigh high stiletto boots. The room door slammed shut with a loud bang that caused me to squeal. I turned and was confronted by a bull of a man who was introduced to me as Master Ivan, who had a shaved head, was bearded and very muscular. He was dressed in leather trousers, leather gloves and leather boots; he just wreaked of violence, a man who takes what he wants irrespective of others wishes.

I was told to stand on a spot marked in the centre of the room and my torment commenced. The mistress instructed Lucy to slap my face twice with the flat of her hand. I winced in pain and shock and begged the mistress not to hurt me. I gasped as Master Ivan pulled the back of my hair causing me to look towards the ceiling exposing my throat. With his free hand he reached round and handed Lucy a black leather collar with the word SLUT written on the front in large silver letters; Lucy fitted the collar, quickly fastening it in place, she had obviously completed this task many times before.

My hair was released and I found myself looking into the mistresses cruel black eyes, I felt unable to look away and felt her eyes boring into my soul finally she spoke “You are now my slut and I will use you in whatever way I please, do you understand me slut”?

To avoid any further pain I meekly nodded only to receive a further slap from Lucy for not answering the mistress in the required manner; I was expected to verbally respond to all questions ensuing that the sentence ended with the word mistress. I was instructed to kneel before Lucy who on the mistress’s instruction placed a hand on each of my breasts then grasped my nipples, violently twisting them causing me to scream out in pain.

Lucy released her grip on my nipples and accepted a dog leash from Master Ivan which she fitted to my collar before passing the handle to him. Master Ivan stood in front of me and with his free hand slowly unbuttoned his leather trousers and released his enormous penis which he stroked until it was fully erect. With an evil smile he wiped his penis across my face telling me he was going to use my mouth like a cunt. I was crying but neither expected or received any mercy. Pulling hard on the leash he slowly and unceasingly pulled my face closer to his penis, I could see the pre-cum glistening at the bulbous head and could smell his sweaty body. Eventually my lips were touching the phallus; a hard slap to my face caused me to open my mouth allowing his penis to penetrate. Once he was deep inside my mouth he released the lead and grasped each side of my head holding it still as he slowly rocked his hips back and forth.

A sharp stinging pain to my groin made me sit up higher, Lucy was slapping my vagina with a riding crop, she indicated that I should kneel up higher and open my legs wider, when she was satisfied I was in the correct position she moved behind me then laying on her back slid her head under my body and gently ran her tongue along my virginal opening.

So there I was my mouth being abused by the master whilst the maid lapped at my private parts. Mistress jasmine was obviously aroused by the sight, her voice was husky as she ordered the master not to let me back away and to push his penis deep into my mouth until his testicles touched my chin, he pinched my nose so that I could not breath, the violent twists of my head as I tried to take in a breath really excited him and the movements of my body allowed Lucy to worm her tongue deeper inside me. The master released his grip on my nose and turned his attention to my left breast which he repeatedly slapped as he continued to use my mouth as a vagina.

Even though I was crying I could feel my virginal juices flowing as Lucy demonstrated her prowess at delivering oral stimulation, then without warning they stopped. Lucy slid out from under me and the master released his grip on my head and stepped back. I was not sure if I was relieved or disappointed however any relief was short lived; the mistress had removed her thong and now stood in front of me, her smooth hairless pussy directly in line with my face.

“Tell me how much you want to eat my pussy” she demanded – tell me bitch I want to hear you say it”. I tried to control my tears, I hated the word she used and so responded “I want to eat your vagina mistress”. That resulted in me being struck across the back several times by a riding crop welded by Lucy.

“No bitch it’s not a vagina, it’s a pussy; now tell me you want to eat my pussy, and every time you use a different word you will receive 5 lashes – now tell me bitch”

“I want to eat your pussy mistress” I blurted and so she gave me my wish, grinding her pubic bone against my face as she smeared her juices into my skin.

I then had to repeat “I am a whore use me mistress, use me as your slut” and similar abusive comments before I was forced to further demonstrate my oral skills on Lucy’s pussy. Lucy was lying on her back I was kneeling between her spread legs. I was not allowed to stop licking and sucking until Lucy achieved an orgasm and by which time Master Ivan’s penis was so swollen I thought it would burst. Prior to that night I had only ever seen two other penises and they were both puny compared with this monster.

I still had my head between Lucy’s thighs when I felt the master bend down behind me and his monster brush my anal opening. I immediately lifted my head and begged the mistress not to let him take me there.

“Tell the master you have a virgin ass” she demanded. I repeated her words and then had to say “Master I want your thick hard cock to fuck my ass and take my cherry” and when I repeated her words he granted my request.

Lucy grasped the leash dragging my head down onto her pussy as the master grasped my thighs and pulled me back against his rigid penis which slowly but determinedly forced it’s way deeper and deeper inside my virgin ass, he was obviously used to anally violating people as he knew just when to pull back to allow the sphincter muscle to relax before renewing his assault. Once he was fully inside me he started pounding me hard and fast.

Laughing the mistress told me that this was the man who ripped by brothers ass with his cock and it looked like he was going to do the same to me. I felt him stiffen and with an animal like growl he forced himself even deeper into my body before blasting his seed deep into my bowels.

The mistress grasped my hair and pulled me onto my knees and I was made to turn and lick and kiss the penis that has violated me as thick cum dripped from my sore anus. I was not allowed to stop licking and sucking until every trace of semen had been removed from the master’s penis. Looking beyond the master I could see Lucy strapping a harness to her body and when she turned in profile I gasped in horror at the size of the plastic phallus she was wearing. Lucy again lay on her back and I was instructed to straddle her, the black plastic weapon immediately under my virginal lips, I had to hold that position the monster brushing my opening until the mistress instructed me to lower myself onto it. Lucy must have lubricated it or I was becoming excited, but the dildo easily penetrated me and very soon I was being taken to a place I had seldom been before and never by someone else’s efforts.

At that moment as I reached the point of no return I willingly gave my body and soul to the mistress and when Master Ivan presented his cock to me I greedily sucked him until he sprayed my face with hot cum and then begged for more and I screamed as I reached orgasm.

I was still panting and shaking as the mistress assisted me to stand, she deeply French kissed me, her hand snaking down between my thighs and her fingers sending me into yet another orgasmic frenzy. Then she whispered into my ear “Tell me you want to be my bitch”. I felt my pussy juices rush out into her hand as I begged the mistress to make me her bitch.

And so my training began. Master Ivan was dismissed and the mistress led me to a large cupboard that was an Aladdin’s cave of sex toys, she gently caressed my buttocks as she and Lucy selected items. First they fitted me with nipple clamps that caused such sweet pain as the clamps bit into my already sore nipples, whilst the two nipple clamps were joined by a chain there was another long chain which hang down to which was fitted another clamp, Lucy knelt down and expertly flicked her tongue across my clitoris until it was standing proud and then fitted the hanging clamp to it, the sensation took me over the top again causing me to have my third orgasm. Lucy selected an inflatable butt plug that she slipped into my already lubricated ass; she inflated it until I squealed in pain. Finally I was fitted with wrist and ankle cuffs and then led to the rear wall of the dungeon I faced the wall as the cuffs were secured to ring bolts, my leg stretched wide apart and my arms outstretched above my head.

The mistress showed me the riding crop she would use to beat my buttocks and after each stroke I was expected to say “Thank you for beating me mistress and for letting me be your bitch”. I survived 6 strokes before I cried and begged her to stop, I received a further 3 strokes before she was satisfied that I was sufficiently broken.

As she released me from the wall she offered me her cheek and I greedily kissed her – “See” she said “I told you that you would be unable to resist me”.

I hope you enjoyed my story – Any comments or feedback will be gratefully received

The Goddess

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Jancie and Wayne meet Irim and Ali again this time for skinny dipping and a foursome.

Ali slowed as he drove along the tree lined road, Wayne had told us we would find the spot to park about here and he was right. Ali grunted as he noticed a gap between two trees, it was the only possible place to pull off the road. It was not a track or any kind of official parking place it was simply a gap. Ali turned us off the road between the two trees, turned right and immediately stopped. It was as we had expected the car could go no further because of trees and bushes. This was an ideal spot that Wayne had sent us to, we could hear cars passing along the small country road but we were shielded from view by the bushes.

It was a warm sunny morning though in the shade of the trees it was cooler as the leaves cast shade, the sun only illuminating the clearing in a mellow green. It was a year since Ali and I had first met Janice and Wayne. We had become lovers almost as soon as we had met them and we had formed an amazing connection with the two of them. Over the past year I had met Janice three times each time ending in us having passionate sex. All of us had met twice for a foursome and I had met Wayne once for an afternoon of sex.

Ali and I were from strict Muslim families and we used these breaks with Janice and Wayne as an opportunity to break from how our families expected us to dress and behave. When we first met Janice was experimenting and enjoying been an exhibitionist, I had taken the chance to wear more revealing clothing and today I was feeling nervous as I was taking a big chance.

“OK Irim?” asked Ali, I nodded my head in reply.

Wayne had suggested the four of us should go skinny dipping at a secluded spot that he knew of and that we should make it a nudist day.

I stepped out of the car kicked my shoes off feeling the soft green grass against my bare feet. I was wearing a coat which I slipped off my shoulders and folded on to the back seat of the car. I looked down at my naked body despite my nervousness I was excited as well. The spot we had chosen for us all to meet up was about two hundred meters from where we were parked, and our clothes were staying in the car. If anyone discovered us there would be no chance of covering up.

A gentle breeze caressed the skin of my body making me even more aware of my nudity the same breeze created the sound of the leaves rustling. Ali had undressed as well and picked up a bag that contained a picnic and he led the way through the woods, there was no footpath. We pushed through the undergrowth my bare feet feeling grass and stales leaves underneath them it made a soft springy carpet to walk on. The woods were very quiet other than for the sound of the two of us and the occasional bird. I was now feeling very calm, the woods had a soothing effect on me. Soon I could hear the sound of water running, we were nearing our destination. This is far more than two hundred meters I thought, a long dash back to the car if we needed our clothes.

I was watching Ali’s naked buttocks moving as he walked slowly through the undergrowth in front of me.

We stepped out into a clearing, to point where two small streams met, at their joining point a pool had formed. Where we were stood there was no vegetation other than a wide clear grass platform, on the other bank of the pool was lush vegetation. I for a moment found myself resting at the side of a large oak tree, admiring the beauty of the woods that surrounded me and the attractive pool setting. The grass platform was in the sun and felt warm to my feet as I walked onto it. I knelt beside the stream and trailed my hand in the water it was cold to the touch.

A noise behind me announced the arrival of Wayne and Janice, like us they were both naked. My eyes went straight to Janice’s body, it was full but not fat, her eyes met mine and we smiled at each other.

“Hello,” she said, “Isn’t this exciting!” she exclaimed indicating our naked bodies.

“I think so,” I replied cautiously. she smiled again. I stepped up to her and kissed her soft lips,

“Hello lover!” I greeted her.

Wayne smiled a greeting, I looked down, his dick was soft hanging down, I thought of how it would be shortly, hard and inside me, knowing Wayne enjoyed having his dick sucked I imagined that as well, I was starting to feel turned on already.

We sat beside the stream talking and catching up on what we had been up to since we had last seen each other. Wayne was Janice’s lover and I wondered what her husband was like.

I gave up thinking and laid back enjoying the sun on my bare skin. Janice laid beside me while the two men talked.

Janice rolled on to her stomach and after a few minutes Ali sat beside her and started to massage her back, buttocks and the back of her legs.

Wayne laid beside me resting his head on my stomach his fingers stroking my pubic hair and the tops of my legs. I opened my legs and his fingers went to the wet spot between them

He laughed, there was such a joy in the way his lips found out mine out, we kissed.

“So perfect,” he said, cupping both my breasts and tasting my skin with his mouth. He picked up the pace, his mouth kissing and licking in my neck, then he went down my body. He wedged his shoulders between my legs to hold them open, and dove right in. I felt his tongue swirling around my clit, licking, lapping, tasting.

“More,” I begged. “More, Wayne, please!” I cried.

He teased me by pulling the folds back and flicking the nub of my clit that was exposed with his tongue, then by nibbling lightly on it with his teeth. I wanted more. He slipped a finger into my wet cunt, then two and then three, and started pumping into me, hard. I wanted more. Even as I came the first time, I wanted more. The orgasm rolled through me like a wave that had broken before it hit the sand, just a gentle swell.

“You taste so sweet,” he said and pressed his lips against mine, slipping his tongue inside my mouth so I could taste myself. I didn’t mind the taste of my own cum.

I leaned forward to lick the drop of pre-cum from his cock. It was slightly salty, and I wanted more. I pressed him so that he was lying down on his back. I was aware that Janice was knelt on all fours with Ali knelt behide her driving his dick into her cunt, her breast were hanging down, swinging with each of his thrusts.

I started on Wayne’s dick he was big and thick and that was good enough for me. I licked around the head a few times before slipping my mouth over him and sucking him, I held him steady with my hand and started bobbing my head as I jerked him, my other hand cupping his balls and shaking them like a pair of dice. He moaned.

“Oh yeah, that’s it, suck my cock!”

I obliged, taking him deeper into my mouth. I felt his hands on my hips and then he shifted me so that I straddled his face. He brought my hips down and started eating me out again while I sucked him expertly. We stayed like that for a while, pleasuring each other. He pushed a stiff tongue inside my cunt, and I took him in for some deep throat action; he opened his mouth wide, held it over my opening and suck hard, and I let my throat muscles work him as I swallowed his cock.

Finally he said, ‘I’m getting really close, I want to cum in your pussy.”

I swung my leg over and turned around. I was still straddling him, but I was looking at his face. I held his cock steady with one hand and lowered myself onto him, impaling myself on that thick pole. We both moaned at the sensations. He held my hands as I started to move torturously slow, just shifting forward and back, getting used to the feel of him inside me. I picked up the pace a little, moving up and down his body, until I was bouncing on his cock. It slipped out of me a few times and he hurried to put it back in every time. I slowed down again, gripping him tight with my inner muscles and just moving my hips in a slightly circular way, grinding down on him hard. He moaned and pulled me down for a kiss, one hand sneaking down to play with my clit.

He held me close and flipped us over unexpectedly, landing me on my back.

“You’ve had your fun,” he said, “but I’m going to have you now.”

And fuck me he did, pumping in and out of me so fast I could barely keep up. With every thrust his balls slapped against me, and I soon got the rhythm, pushing up when he came down. He slowed the pace after a while to give us both time to catch our breath. Our bodies were slick with sweat, and my cum had dripped between my butt cheeks. He ground his hips on mine, just holding it there while we took a few deep breaths. And then he pulled out almost all the way, before pumping in again, going deep and sure and fast. He did this over and over, every thrust taking him deeper inside me. He quickened the pace again, and I could tell he was close to an orgasm.

“Oh yeah,” moaned, helping him with my hips as his movements became slightly erratic. He yanked my legs up over his shoulder, the new angle deepening the penetration. It was so good it was almost painful.

I felt his finger playing around my ass.

He gave a few last strokes and the he trembled and lunged deep inside me, crying out as pleasure induced its unique seizure. I felt his cum coating my walls warmly, and his finger in my ass, and his pelvis against my clit, and it brought my moment I could feel the walls of my pussy clenching him rhythmically, milking his cock with hot, liquid tugs as we came together. My muscles were quivering around him, and he was so deep, the tip of his cock just nudging my cervix, and I loved it so much.

We collapsed momentarily spent.

I looked across Janice was laid on her back with Ali resting his head on her breasts, they looked as breathless as Wayne and me.

I crawled across the warm grass and gave Janice a kiss on her soft lips. I slid my hand up Janice’s thigh and asked if I could eat her pussy. She nodded and away I went! I started to lick her outer lips making small passes by her clit. I could feel how wet she was and drank up ever ounce of her body I could. I glanced to my side and saw Wayne and Ali watching us.

I continued to make small passes at Janice’s clit and finally started making slow direct circles. I kept the speed at a constant while sliding one finger in her beautiful pussy.

Wayne moved across and began to suck on Janice’s nipples while I concentrated on her clit.

I climbed completely over Janice, into a female 69 position, and lowered my pussy onto her face. Soon we both began to eat each other out trying to make each other cum. After a while, I could tell Janice was close to orgasm as her breathing quickened and her body went tight. She let out a delighted squeal as she came. I was close, Janice’s tongue doing its job on my clit and then I came wave after wave rocked through my body as well.

Afterwards we all decided on a dip in the pond. The water was icy cold, talking our breath away and the pond bottom covered in gravel and pebbles. Standing up, the water came to just under my breasts. Ali came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me giving me a big hug, I turned and kissed him. I knew that I was lucky having such a wonderful husband.

The cold water soon drove the four us back on to the warm grass platform and we started to consume the picnic.

Afterwards Janice and I lay on our backs side by side.

Laying in the sunshine I could hear the water from the streams trickling into the pond and then draining out the other side: a gentle breeze was rustling through the leaves of the trees, it was a perfect setting.

After a few minutes Wayne leaned over me and we kissed and Ali started to suck on my nipples it was very erotic feeling with the two men touching my body. Wayne laid on top of me and I spread my legs to accommodate him. We kissed and Wayne very slowly slipped his erection in to me. Ali moved over to Janice and they started to kiss.

Wayne and I laid kissing for several minutes our tongues exploring each others mouth, his erection was hard inside me. Then we started to move our hips working together in unison. Our rhythm increased, I was panting, my juices were flowing and I came in a muscle trembling orgasm. Wayne pulled out of me his dick still hard. I rolled on my side and watched.

Ali got between Janice’s legs and rubbed her pussy with the head of his dick. She let out a low moan as he slid his head a little further in. Ali looked over at me and gave me a big smile as he slowly thrust every bit of his rock hard dick into her. She let out a load moan as he bottomed out in her. She was taking his entire dick inside her. He began to slowly thrust as she moaned louder. I could see her pussy making his dick gleam in the light as his balls slapped against her. They fucked in missionary for a long while before Janice had another whole body orgasm.

Ali then grabbed her hips and turned her over, so she was knelt on all fours, in a doggy style position. Ali then thrust his entire dick back into Janice’s pussy. Her brown eyes rolled back in her head from pure joy and she let out a guttural moan.

The sight must have turned Wayne on as he knelt in front of Janice and offered his dick to her mouth, she opened her lips and let Wayne push his dick into her mouth. Both men were fucking her at the same time.

Ali began to pound her pussy like there would be no tomorrow. He place a hand right on her throat. He used that to pull himself even deeper into her love hole. She looked as if she was in heaven. Ali looked up at me as I watched him bury every last inch of his dick into her cunt. Ali and Janice groaned loudly, I watched as his raw bare dick pulsed filling her pussy with his hot cum. After spewing all his seeds inside her, He pulled it out and thick white cum dripped from his dick as it let out of her pussy onto the floor.

Wayne took hold of Janice’s head with both hands and started working it backwards and forwards so that the full length of his dick disappeared into her mouth then back out and back in. Janice’s breasts were swinging with each movement, I found it a turn on watching. After several minutes of pounding into her mouth Wayne came filling Janice’s mouth with his cum gasping as he did so.

Janice swallowed several times and collapsed on to her stomach.

We lay in sun for awhile arranging to meet up again and then managed to navigate our way through the undergrowth to the cars without anyone observing our nudity. I was relieved to have my coat back on but pleased to have had the experience.

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The futa Mrs. Fatima claims her daughters and her husband’s second wife as her own!

The Futa Fairy – Futa MILF’s Harem Wish
Chapter Three: Mrs. Fatima’s Fertile Harem
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

A nervous energy filled the apartment as the girls rushed through the house to get ready for college. All but poor Alesha were dripping with futa-cum. My futa-cum. Sa’dia, my eldest daughter, twenty and lovely, flounced by, her green eyes flashing. Those emerald orbs set in her dusky face gave her such an exotic beauty.

“Thanks for breakfast, Mother,” she said, snagging a plate and hurrying to the table to join my eighteen-year-old, twin daughters, Basima and Naila.

“Yes, thank you, Mother,” the twins said in unison, grinning at me, their petite bodies trembling beneath their clothing. I’d deflowered them both last night, along with Sa’dia.

Only Alesha, the last girl to flounce in, still had her virginity. My sister’s nineteen-year-old daughter took her plate, a gloom look on her face as she slunk back to the table. She’d been so looking forward to losing her virginity after watching me fuck her mother, my own sister, so hard while writhing in lesbian passion with her half-sister.

I felt her disappointment. I wanted to deflower her, too. But my futa-cock had vanished twenty minutes ago.

My sister and I were in the kitchen, hurriedly getting breakfast made, eggs and turkey bacon, all halal. I trembled, glancing at the clock. He’d walk in at any moment. Our husband would be furious if he came home and no breakfast awaited him.

He’d show his anger with his fists. His impotence made him lash out at the slightest provocation.
“Hurry up and eat, girls,” I said. “Ranya will drive you to college. We have to get you out of here before your father gets home.”

They should have left for college already. They all attended Franklin Pierce College.

“Yes, Mother,” all of them chorused, my harem. Even if I didn’t get my futa-cock back, that wouldn’t change. My sister and our daughters were my women. I hoped I had bred all of them, except Ayesha.

Plates cleared, our daughters rushed them to the sink where I now stood, Tarik’s breakfast sitting on his plate for him to eat. My stomach growled as Ranya finished cooking up our husband’s breakfast. We married him in Palestine when she was eighteen and I was nineteen. We lied when we immigrated to the states, claiming I was his only wife.

And we both wanted away from him.

“Okay, girls,” Ranya said, “let’s go.”

“Yes, Mother!”

They all said, grabbing their schoolbags, pulling on headscarves to hide their beautiful, black hair. The twins looked so cute with their mischievous faces framed by their matching cream-gray headscarves. Ayesha still pouted, which made me want to kiss her so badly. My pussy dripped juices down my naked thighs beneath my nightgown, my black hair falling loose about my shoulders.

And then they were out the door. A quiet descended on the house. I bit my lip, my stomach twisting with worry. The futa-fairy gave me a wonderful gift. I made her a promise and in exchange she gave me a harem of my family. My sister, my daughters, and my niece were my women.

But the futa-cock was apart of it. Did Leanan Sidhe betray me?

As I set my plate and Tarik’s down on the kitchen table, I stared at my scrambled eggs. I had no appetite suddenly. Despite all the fucking I did last night, cumming so many times, the nervousness gripped me. I needed to get a hold of Dr. Rita.

I pulled out my phone, calling the hospital, St. Claire, where she treated me. Just as the nurse picked up, my husband trooped into the house. A big man, thick beard bristling, face weary. Without a word, he thumped to the table, sat down, and ate.

No compliment. No greeting. I couldn’t wait to steal his women from him and make them my own.

I stood up, “Yes, I need to speak with Dr. Rita Jones. It’s very important. I’m a patient of hers. I have questions about her, um, unique technique.”

“Doesn’t everyone?” the nurse laughed as I walked down the hallway. “I can send a message.”

“Okay, can you tell her to call Fatima Abboud. I have the same technique and—”

“You’re a futanari?” the nurse asked, suddenly so breathless.

“I was. I’m having a difficulty.”

“I’ll get the message to her right away.”

I swallowed, nodding. I reached my bedroom, sinking down on the bed where I took Sa’dia’s virginity last night. Then I froze, seeing the sheets stained with cum. If Tarik walked in and found my bed so rumpled, obvious evidence that sex happened, he’d beat me.

He might kill me. He’d never believe it was my cum and not a man’s.

I yanked off the sheets, balling them into my fists, and then hurried into the girls’ room. We only had a three bedroom apartment. Our daughters had to share a single room while Ranya and I each had our own. Tarik slept in whatever wife’s bed he felt like.

“You’re doing laundry now?” grumbled my husband as I dumped the sheets into the washer machine. It lay just off the kitchen in a small nook.

“Yes,” I answered. “They have to be washed.” I bit my lip. “Naila had an accident.”

“I thought she grew out of that years ago.”

“I left clean sheets on Ranya’s bed,” I added, dumping in the detergent. “But these need to be cleaned before they stain.”

He threw his fork down on his plate, cleaned of food. He gave a loud belch and stumbled off to his bedroom. I let out a relieved breath. The controls clicked as I twisted them. Then the washer machine rumbled to life.

My sister’s bedroom door closed. Tarik would sleep the day away.

My phone rang.

I bolted for my bedroom where I left it. I fell to my knees on my bare mattress, scooping it up and bringing it to my ear. “Hello?”

“Fatima Abboud?” a familiar voice asked. “This is Dr. Rita. I hear you’re having problems with your futa-cock.”

“It just vanished,” I said.

“Yeah, pretty normal,” she said. “Mine vanishes at dawn. It’ll come back at sunset. Don’t you worry.”

I let out a relieved sigh. “Oh, good. Why does it do that?”

“I don’t really know.” Rita yawned. “Sorry. I just got off work. Been busy healing people.”

I shifted, a smile growing on my lips. “I bet. Many satisfied women.”

“Many.” She gave a throaty giggle. “And I assume you had at least one of those last night. One of those daughters you mentioned.”

“Yes. Three of them and my sister.”

“Lovely. I enjoy my daughter all the time.” She gave a throaty purr. “She goes to Washington High. There is a teacher that she has who’s also a futa. She gets her cock from sunrise to sunset.”

“Really?” I bit my lip. “Why is she different?”

“Would you believe there’s another futa-fairy out there giving out cocks. She calls herself B and is the Winter Esquire. So she’s like Leanan Sidhe’s opposite.”

“Opposite? Are they enemies?”

“I’m not sure,” Rita said. “But in literature, there’s often two different courts of fairy. The Summer and Winter Courts, also called the Seelie and Unseelie Courts. They war against each other through proxies. Not directly, but through tricks and schemes. And they like to make deals.”

“Like what we did.” I swallowed. “Did you promise to do a favor for Leanan Sidhe?”

“Yeah,” Rita said. “I was just so excited, I didn’t think.”

I bit my lip. “And you say another fairy is involved? Making other futanari. Why do they give us these cocks?”

“I don’t know.” Rita let out a sigh. “But I’m grateful. I’ve done so much good with mine. I’ve healed so many people.”

I flushed, feeling so selfish that I just wanted to fuck my sister and our daughters, to breed them and love them. Rita also healed people with her cum. I felt it when she fucked me at the emergency room, soothing the pain in my pussy after I lodged a sparkling grape juice bottle in my depths, using it as a makeshift dildo one night while Tarik drove his cab.

“Well, thank you for answering my question. I’m very grateful to know I will get it back. I do enjoy it.” I squirmed, feeling so terrible. What good could I have done if I made a different wish?

“You’re welcome. I need to sleep. I’m bushed. Enjoy your daughters.”

“I shall.”

I hung up and then my stomach growled. The fear gone.

Ranya returned from dropping off our daughters when I finished eating. She left her plate in the microwave, covered, and ate it while I cleaned the kitchen. I told her what Dr. Rita told me. She let out such a relieved sigh.

And then my sister pressed up behind me, her body so warm through our clothing. She pushed back my black hair, exposing my neck. I shivered, and not because a frosty, November day gleamed out the window over the sink.

“I can’t wait for tonight,” she purred, her hands sliding around my hips, moving down my nightgown to my crotch. She nibbled on my neck, bringing another shudder. Her fingers pressed my nightgown into my pussy. “You’re going to pop my daughter’s cherry. And I’m going to lick her clean. Lick all of my sweet sister’s jizz out of her snatch.”

“Oh, you are so wicked,” I groaned, so glad that Tarik married the both of us, keeping us together. I was so close to my sister growing up. We shared a bedroom with our sisters and cousins, our extended families living in a single house in Palestine.

“You’re the one that wished to grow a big, throbbing futa-dick,” she groaned, rubbing her fingers into my pussy, finding my clit.

“I am,” I panted then grinned as she slipped to the floor. I looked at the washer machine rattling away. It’d drown out any noise we’d make. Our sleeping husband would have no idea that we were cheating on him with each other.

My sister pushed up my nightgown. The bulky, annoying garment slid up my legs and naked ass. I wiggled, my curvy body trembling. My nipples pressed against the bodice, my soapy hands pinching them through the cloth.

Ranya purred when she exposed the cheeks of my ass. Her breath washed over my rump. Then her lips kissed my rear. She planted hot smooches on each butt-cheek. My eyes rolled back into my head at the incestuous touch of my sister’s lips. She circled around my crack, spiraling towards it as I squirmed, my pussy growing hotter.

My juices flowed.

Rivulets of pussy cream ran down my thighs. My sister’s fingers parted my butt-crack. I groaned as she nuzzled between my butt-cheeks. Her tongue ran up my crack and brushed my sphincter. She circled it. Slowly. Teasing me. I shuddered, drinking in the incestuous delight of Ranya’s tongue. She bathed my asshole.

And then sealed her lips around it, sucking.

“My sweet sister,” I groaned, my back arching, butt-cheeks clenching against her restraining fingers.

“Mmm, you taste so sour and nasty,” she moaned before licking again.

“And you just love it,” I panted, pinching my nipples so hard. My wet hands soaked the front of my nightgown, the cloth clinging to my round breasts. “Just my little slut, aren’t you? My slutty wife.”

“Yes,” she groaned. “When are we leaving Tarik? I want to be your wife, not his.”

“Soon,” I groaned then gasped as her tongue rammed into my asshole.

She swirled it around. I squirmed and groaned, her tongue bathing the insides of my bowels with such sweet delight. The pleasure raced to my pussy. My hot flesh clenched, more juices dripping down my legs as my sister ate my asshole.

She plunged her tongue in and out, stimulating my body. I squeezed my nipples so hard. The rough cotton of my nightgown sent tingles down to my pussy. The heat from my asshole met the electricity, sparking and burning together in my depths.

“My sweet sister!” I gasped, trembling. “Oh, yes, you nasty little sharmota. Ooh, you are such a delight.”

She just moaned, pumping her tongue in and out of my asshole.

“Mmm, yes, you’re going to make me cum.”

Her left hand moved. I groaned as she pressed it between my thighs. I shivered as she rubbed her fingers up and down my pussy through my pubic hairs. She stimulated me. I whimpered and groaned, my snatch clenching, aching to be filled.

She filled me.

Three of her fingers plunged into my sopping depths. My sister fingered my cunt hard and fast. She pumped her digits in and out of my snatch. My whimpers echoed through the kitchen, drowned out by the washer machine as it thudded along on its spin cycle, rocking, rattling.

“Oh, you nasty slut, devour my ass. I’m going to cum so hard!” My bowels clenched. “What a wicked sister I have.”

“So wicked,” she groaned between plunges of her tongue.

Her fingers pumped in and out of my pussy. They caressed my inner depths, wiggling around, stimulating me. My body bucked. My fingers tugged on my nipples, stretching out my breasts as I threw back my head.

And screamed out my incestuous pleasure.

Wordless moans howled from my mouth. My pussy spasmed about her fingers. Juices gushed out around her hand. My bowel clenched on her tongue. I shuddered and gasped as the rapture whipped through my body.

My tits heaved.

My eyes fluttered.

Stars danced before my darkening vision.

“Ranya!” I cried out at the end. “My sweet sister!”

I slumped forward, hands bracing in the sink. Dishes clattered. I groaned, shivering as she swirled her tongue a final time around my asshole. Then she pulled her fingers out of my pussy and rose. I turned around, grinning as she sucked them clean of my juices one by one.

And then she kissed me on the lips.

I closed my eyes, clutching to my sister. I tasted my sour ass and sweet pussy on her lips. I groaned, closing my eyes, holding her tight. She was my wife now. As I kissed her, I claimed her forever, stealing her away from our husband. Our tongues danced, our lips moved, as we shared this wondrous moment.

“My wife,” I breathed when we broke the kiss. “My sweet wife.”

“Yes,” she smiled, tears in her eyes.

I leaned in to kiss her when Tarik staggered out of her bedroom, flinging her door open. She flinched away from me and I spun around, washing dishes again. But he just barreled into the bathroom. I heard the toilet seat rise and he let out an explosive breath.

We had to leave him soon.

Taking care of the house kept my sister and I busy for a while. We kept trading smoky looks and quick kisses. I went down on her pussy near noon, making her cum while she kept her hand clamped over her mouth so she wouldn’t arouse our husband from his slumber.

The twins were the first through the door when the returned from college, their identical faces beaming at me. They rushed up to me, both eighteen-year-olds throwing their arms around my neck and smothering my face in kisses.

“Someone’s been naughty, Mother,” Basima giggled. My daughter licked her lips. “I taste pussy on your mouth.”

“Ooh, have you and Mother been wicked?” Naila asked leaning into taste her aunt’s juices on my lips. She smacked them. “You have.”

“I bet they have,” Sa’dia said, holding her half-sister Ayesha’s hand. The two older girls crossed to me. Sa’dia leaned into kiss me on the mouth.

I tasted tart pussy on her lips. “Is that your flavor, Ayesha?” I asked my niece when I broke the kiss. “Or has Sa’dia been real naughty?”

“My pussy, Mother,” Ayesha moaned and then leaned in to kiss me, her lips seasoned with spicy delight. I recognized my twenty-year-old daughter’s juices on her mouth. It made my pussy clench. Ayesha kissed me hard, clinging to me, pressing her nubile body tight against me. Her hand slid down, rubbing at my crotch, feeling at my pussy through my long skirt.

Then she sighed, breaking our kiss.

“It’ll grow in about forty minutes,” I told her, thankful it was November and the days were so short. “I only get my cock from sunset to sunrise. I called Dr. Rita.”

“So tonight?” Ayesha asked, her eyes so bright.

“Tonight, I’m popping your cherry and breeding you just like your half-sisters and your mother.”
My hands slid around my niece’s hips to grab her ass through her clothing. I pulled her closer to me, kneading her rump and nudged my nose against hers, a little Eskimo kiss. Her arms tightened around my neck, pulling me in for the real one.

I groaned at the heat in her passion. Her lips danced as they worked against mine. Her hips shook, rubbing her hot pussy against me. I shuddered. Rapture surging through me. I pushed her backward, pinning her against the living room wall.

“Oooh, yes,” one of the twins moaned.

“Naila, you wicked girl,” Basima sighed. “Ooh, yes, finger my twat.”

I shuddered, loving the two twin sisters enjoying each other. They both moaned, their clothing rustled. I kissed Ayesha harder, my hands pulling up her skirt. My pussy burned. Forty minutes was such a long time to wait. I wanted to take her virginity now. I wanted to—

“Father’s coming!” hissed Sa’dia. “Get your hands out of your skirts.”

I broke away from Ayesha, leaving my niece panting, licking her lips. I had forgotten all about my husband. He emerged bleary eye from the hallway, grunting as he stumbled past his daughters. He paused, staring at the twins.

“Are you two wrestling? At your age?”

“Sorry, Father,” Basima and Naila said together, their sticky fingers fidgeting.

The moment he walked past, they shoved their fingers into their mouths, sucking off their twin sister’s juices. Their cheeks hollowed. They had such big smiles as they looked up at me, their headscarves missing, black hair falling about their faces.

I shook my head at them and softly said, “Horny little whores. Save that for tonight.”

They grinned at me.

“Now go do your homework. I know you have plenty.”

“Listen to your mother,” grunted Tarik as he poured himself a cup of coffee. I made sure I had it ready for him.

The twins scampered off to their bedroom. I hoped they’d do their schoolwork and not do something naughtier. They had such hot pussies. I licked my lips, remembering how their barely legal cunts had felt wrapped about my girl-dick.

I glanced at the clock.

Twenty-four minutes until sunset.

“What’s for dinner?” grunted Tarik as he sat down.

“Chicken and rice,” my sister answered. “It’s in the oven. It’ll be ready in an hour.”

He grunted and stumbled to the living room. The TV came on, Arabic filling the room as he watched one of the channels from our satellite dish. It sounded like a soccer game. He didn’t say anything as I busied myself in the kitchen.

“I’m going to sprout my cock, and he’ll still be here,” I complained to my sister in a hushed tone.

“Wasting some of the time that we get to enjoy it,” muttered Ranya. She threw a look over her shoulder. “It’ll be another hour before he leaves for work.”

“I know,” I whispered, my headscarf feeling so constraining about my head. I wanted to be free of it. I had moved beyond such modesty. I wanted to appreciate the beauty of my women. I wanted them to dress in Western clothing and show off their bodies for my delight.

My pussy clenched, a fresh bead of pussy juices working down my thighs as I squirmed.
I glanced at my sister, the lumpy dress she wore hiding the delicious curves of her body. Beneath that baggy garment lay round breasts that I wished to cup, sleek thighs I wanted to lick, a perky ass that I wanted to love.

My clit twitched, so eager for sunset. I wanted to bugger my sister’s ass, to show her such a wicked delight. She would moan and gasp so much on my futa-cock. I let out a frustrated moan, pretending to busy myself in the kitchen to avoid Tarik’s notice and—

The sun set.

I felt it. This moment of stillness before the energy of the universe washed across me. The transition between day and night left me quaking. And that powerful moment transformed me. My clit drank it in, siphoning off the energy, taking a small sip, and used it to sprout forward.

I shuddered, glancing down at the front of my loose skirt. My swelling futa-dick thrust out straight before me, tenting the fabric. My swelling tip ached and throbbed against the material. I groaned, my cock swaying with my every movement.

“Yes,” my sister panted, her eyes smoky as she stared at it, her cheeks dark. “It’s here. And we can’t play with it.”

I was about to object, to say we couldn’t, but that powerful ache permeated the tip of my dick. That wonderful need to bury in feminine flesh. In the taboo bowels of my younger sister. Wicked thoughts shot out of my cock, invading my mind, demanding my surrender to the will of my new appendage.

I threw a look over my shoulder. Tarik stared intently at the screen. The announcer spat out the play, growing more and more excited. I bit my lip, glancing at my sister. The counter separating kitchen and living room would conceal our lower halves.

I couldn’t believe I was doing this. I just had to wait an hour. I could wait that long.

I moved, slave to my dick’s passions. Ranya’s eyes widened as I moved behind her. I poked my sister in the ass with the dick, letting her feel it. She let out a soft, whimpering pant, gripping the kitchen counter before the rice cooker.

“Sweet sister,” she whispered, “what are you doing?”

“Enjoying my wife,” I told her. “I cannot wait.”

“He’s in the living room!” Urgency hissed from her voice.

“Then stay quiet,” I told her, hiking up her skirt bit by bit. “Because you are mine and you will submit like a dutiful wife.”

She shivered, surrendered. “I will, my sweet sister.”

I wanted to kiss her, but that would be too obvious. In moments, I had her skirt bunched up to her waist, revealing her dusky ass, two curving mounds just begging to be fucked. I groaned, pulling up my own skirt next.

The rasp of fabric over my skirt provided the sweetest torture. Inch-by-inch, I drew up my skirt. And then, finally, my dick fell out, smacking her rear. Precum splattered across her butt-cheeks while she let out a cooing moan.

“GOAL!” screamed the announcer.

“Yes!” Tarik gasped, enthralled by his dumb game.

I moved my cock between my sister’s plump butt-cheeks. I left a trail of smeared precum behind, leading to that delicious valley. I descended into it, her velvety asscheeks engulfing the crown. Pleasure rippled up my shaft.

And then I brushed her puckered sphincter.

I took a moment to savor my sister’s asshole. My pussy clenched, squeezing out juices to dribble down my thighs I swirled my dick in slow circles about her rear entrance. She let out a whimper, her body tensing, ready to be penetrated.

“I love you, sweet sister,” I moaned.

“I’m your wife, my heart,” she groaned. “My dearest sister.”

Her asshole surrendered to my cock like she surrendered to my lusts. I groaned, the puckered ring engulfing the tip of my dick. Pleasure rippled through my body. I gripped her hips beneath her bunched up skirts, squeezing her skin as I slid into her bowels.

I didn’t go fast. I couldn’t make noise. I sank with such care into her asshole. An eternity of sliding forward, of savoring every velvety inch of her bowels before I bottomed out in her. My crotch pressed into her rear.

“Oh, sweet sister,” she moaned, bowels squeezing on my futa-dick.

“Just enjoy it.” I threw a look over my shoulder at our husband. “We’re cuckolding him right now. His two wives are emasculating him.”

“Yes,” she gasped, savoring it, her hips wiggling. And then she let out a whimpering coo as I drew my cock back.

Such friction burned along my cock. It took so much self-control to pull my dick back so slowly. I wanted to fuck her hard, to revel in her velvety bowels and spurt my cum into her depths. But I couldn’t. Tarik forced me to savor this, like eating an expensive meal with tiny bites to prolong the delight for as long as possible.

I whimpered with my sister as I slid into her depths. My hands clenched her waist, the pleasure shuddering through her. My precum leaked out, lubing her ass more and more, making it easier for me to slide in my dick.

Spurring me to pound her bowels.

I moved a little faster, but still so slow. Our skirts rustled. Our breaths moaned, mixing with the sounds of the rice cooker boiling away. Steam rose from the top, the air filled with savory chicken and cooking rice.

My cock twitched. I thrust forward again, ramming into her depths, our flesh slapping together.

“Not so fast,” groaned Ranya, throwing a worried look over her shoulder.

“He’s still watching the game,” I panted, drawing back. I didn’t mean to ram into her all at once, but she felt so amazing. “Just relax. Enjoy my cock.”

“Yes,” she hissed.

But try as I might, I couldn’t control myself. I fucked her a little faster every time. Our flesh brushed together, then I could hear the faintest clap of my crotch smacking her butt. We both whimpered and moaned, fighting against our pleasure wanting to burst out of our throats.

My fingers bit into her hips as I tried to resist. But the pleasure of her bowels drowned out the fear of our husband catching us. The wet glide of my cock sliding through her bowels rose over the boiling of the rice cooker.

“Yes,” I hissed. “Such a tight ass. I’m going to—”

“What degeneracy is this!” boomed our husband as I drew out of her asshole. “What are you…?”

Fear shot through me. I froze, my cock half-way out of her asshole. His eyes stared at us, fixed on my girl-shaft. His jaw dropped. His bristling beard seemed to wilt as he stared at just how huge his wife’s cock was was, how much his other wife shuddered on my dick.

His fists relaxed into trembling hands.

His mouth worked, unable to produce words.

“That’s my futa-cock,” I groaned, a strange boldness seizing control of me. I slammed my dick into Ranya’s ass. “It’s so much bigger than your dick.”

“So much bigger,” my sister moaned, her bowels clenching on my shaft. She sensed the impotence from our husband, too. “Oh, Tarik, you have no idea the amount of pleasure my sweet sister gives me and our daughters. She’s popped all but Ayesha’s cherry. And she’s going to breed them all. Breed me.”

“You just weren’t enough man for this house, Tarik,” I panted, allowing my hips to pump away like I wanted. “So I had to grow my own cock. They’re all mine now. My harem of nubile flesh.”

The shock struck him. He stumbled back as I fucked his wife, claiming her as all mine. My girl-dick slammed over and over into her bowels. Her velvety flesh clung to my shaft, massaging me, sending such rapture racing through my body.

My sister whimpered, her hips moving, her moans so wanton as she pressed back into my dick. Her bowels clenched. Our flesh slapped together loud. I fucked her with every ounce of passion I had, the pleasure building and building in her.

“I’m going to cum in her asshole,” I moaned. “I’m going to flood her bowels with my girl-cum.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” gasped my sister. “Oh, flood me. I need it. I’m going to cum on her dick. Watch me cum, husband!” She said the word with such disgust. “Watch your wife fuck me to orgasm, dear husband!”

Ranya’s bowels clenched down hard on my thrusting dick. They grew so hot. The velvety friction burned. Then she shuddered and bucked. She let out gasping moans as her orgasm swept through her body. She trembled, her asshole spasming about my dick. I groaned, loving the delight as I pounded her so hard.

“Watch your wife cum on my girl-dick!” I shouted, ramming my cock into her orgasming bowels. “She feels incredible on my dick. So hot and velvety. I’m going to spill every drop of my futa-cum into her.”

“Do it!” moaned Ranya. “Flood my ass, sweet sister!”

Her words and Tarik’s humiliated eyes propelled my hips to thrust forward so hard. My crotch smacked into my sister’s ass. My dick throbbed in the depths of her spasming bowels. My fingers gripped her hips.

I came.

I moaned out my rapture as I flooded my sister’s asshole before our emasculated husband. I groaned and shivered. The pleasure rushed through my body. I shuddered, my juices gushing down my thighs. The heat burned through me.

So wonderful. So delicious. I loved cuckolding my husband.

“Mother!” Sa’dia gasped. “Oh, Mother, yes, flood her bowels. She’s your slut.”

“She is, Mother,” Ayesha panted.

Our daughters stood in a naked group, the twins in the center, their identical, nubile bodies pressed tight with Sa’dia and Ayesha hugging them from behind. Ayesha’s big, pillowy tits rested on Basima’s shoulders while Sa’dia’s smaller tits pressed into the back of Nadia’s head.

Our husband saw them, flinched again.

“Yes, yes, yes, your cock grew, Mother,” moaned Ayesha, my niece squirming as she held her half-sister. “It’s time to pop my cherry. I want to be bred by you, Mother.”

“Yes,” I moaned. “But girls, you need to get her ready. Make Ayesha cum hard while your mother sucks my cock clean of her ass.”

Tarik let out a groan of disbelief.

I smirked at my husband as I ripped my girl-cock out of my sister’s asshole. She shivered, moaning in wanton delight. Then she peeled off her dress, exposing her naked body. Her headscarf fell off with her dress, her black hair spilling about her shoulders.

As I took off my own dress and headscarf, my sister knelt before me. She seized my huge futa-dick and licked her ass off my shaft. My smirk grew as our husband watched in disbelief. He’d never even had anal sex from us, let alone received oral.

And especially not oral sex this deviant.

“See, husband!” I hissed, reveling in the power of my futa-cock, “she’s my wife now. My whore. They all are.”

“We are, Father,” Ayesha moaned, pulled down to the floor by her sisters.

Sa’dia, as the eldest, took her place between Ayesha’s thighs. She leaned her head down, burying her mouth into her half-sister’s virgin pussy. She licked through incestuous folds, making Ayesha groan and gasp, squirming and humping her snatch against Sa’dia’s mouth.

I shivered, my sister’s tongue bathing my cock. She lapped up and down it as Tarik and I watched Ayesha writhe with her sisters. The twins seized her tits. Basima had the right, and Naila the left, the impish girls sucking and nibbling on their older half-sister’s nipples.

“Oh, Mother, they’re getting me so ready for your futa-dick,” moaned Ayesha, her pillowy tits jiggling, a pair of hungry mouths attached to them, sucking hard. “Ooh, yes, I can’t wait. I’ve been dying for your cock all day, Mother.”

“Hear them, Tarik?” I groaned as Ranya’s tongue licked up to the crown of my dick. She swirled around it, savoring her sour musk, cleaning her ass from my dick. “See the lust my huge girl-dick inspires in your wife and daughters? See how they are so eager to be mine. My harem.”

He nodded his head, trembling, but not in rage.

He slumped into the chair, unable to speak, but only witness my utter domination of the household. I groaned, my sister’s mouth sliding over my dick. She sucked so hard, her tongue swirling about my shaft. My pussy clenched, drinking in the incestuous pleasure Ranya gave me.

I grabbed my sister’s silky hair. I fucked my mouth, my round tits bouncing before me. Tarik stared at me fucking his wife’s mouth with my girl-dick. Ranya moaned about my shaft as she sucked, her hands sliding up and down my thighs.

“I’m going to pump my cum down her mouth and then pop Ayesha’s cherry,” I panted, my orgasm already building in my depths.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Ayesha moaned. “I want that so badly, Mother!”

The twins and Sa’dia teased Ayesha’s busty body. The girl moaned and gasped, her cries echoing through the living room. Her father stared in hopeless longing, knowing that he would never touch her flesh the way I would. That the secret desires to fuck his daughters would never happen.

Because they were mine.

My dick erupted into Ranya’s mouth. I groaned, pumping so much jizz into my sister’s hungry mouth. The pleasure surged through me. Every blast of cum had me whimpering and groaning, drawing my husband’s attention again. My tits heaved as I flooded her mouth.

And she gulped down my cum, not hiding it. Making as much noise as possible. She reveled in it.

“They are all mine!” I hissed at my husband, my back arching, tits heaving.

“Yours, Mother!” howled Ayesha. “Yes, yes, yes, I’m so ready. I’m cumming, Mother. Sa’dia and the twins made me cum! It’s time to fuck me!”

“Fuck her, Mother,” the twins said together.

“Yes,” I gasped, pulling my cock out of my sister’s sucking mouth.

“Fuck my daughter. Breed her, sweet sister!” panted Ranya, my cum and her spit dribbling down her chin. “Oh, Tarik, watch a real cock deflower a virgin. No pain, only pleasure. Not like our wedding night.”

Tarik squirmed, hands rubbing at his beard, eyes black, hopeless pits.

“She’s all ready, Mother,” Sa’dia purred. My eldest daughter pushed apart Ayesha’s thighs. Juices dripped from Sa’dia’s mouth, and more stained Ayesha’s black bush. Her virgin pussy hidden by the thick tangle of hairs.

“So ready, Mother,” panted Ayesha, squirming. “I need it so badly.”

I sank to my knees, my futa-cock bouncing before me. Sa’dia grabbed it, such a dutiful daughter, and guided it to her half-sister’s pussy. I shivered, my tits swaying as I leaned over Ayesha’s body, staring into her eyes. My dick slid through her silky pubic hair and rubbed on her virgin flesh.

“Right there, Mother,” Sa’dia purred, pressing me against Ayesha’s virginity.

“This is how a girl is made into a woman,” Ranya moaned. My sisters sank down on her hands and knees while the twins moved behind her. They spread apart her butt-cheeks. “Watch, husband, as your wife deflowers your daughter.”

Then my sister moaned as the two nubile girls feasted on her asshole, licking out my cum.

I stared into my husband’s hopeless eyes and thrust. Ayesha groaned her rapture as her maidenhead surrendered to my girth. I tore through her virginity with ease, the membrane parting around my cock. I slid into Ayesha’s pussy for the first time. Her flesh clenched around me.

“Mother!” she squealed in delight. “Yes!”

Tarik flinched at her passion, at her pleasure.

“I’m going to make you cum so hard,” I hissed as I sank to the depths of her virgin pussy. “Then I’ll breed you.”

“Yes!”

She pulled me down. Our tongues met in a passionate kiss. Our breasts pressed together, hers so soft and big, embracing my round tits. Her thighs locked about my hips, her pussy clenching down on my cock. She moaned into our kiss, our bodies squirming and writhing.

The other women of my harem groaned around me while Tarik watched us revel in the incestuous passion my futa-dick created.

I drew back and pumped into my niece’s pussy, savoring her virgin flesh stretching around me. She twitched beneath me, whimpering into our kiss. She held me tight, her body moving, working back against me as she savored every bit of the pleasure of my futa-cock.

“Yes, yes, yes, fuck my sister, Mother,” moaned Sa’dia, fingering her twat. “Mmm, yes, just plow into her.”

“Breed my daughter,” my sister moaned. “I want her belly full of your futa-cum, my sweet sister. My futa-wife.”

Tarik whimpered.

My tongue dueled with Ayesha’s as we writhed together. Her hot, silky pussy clenched and relaxed on my dick as I pumped my girl-cock in and out of her depths. Her fingernails scratched at my back as her passion built and built.

I broke our kiss, staring into her green eyes. “That’s it. Mmm, you’re just my naughty slut, aren’t you, Ayesha?”

“I am, Mother,” she moaned, bucking beneath me, her pillowy tits rubbing against my nipples. “That’s why I need your cum in me. I need to be bred by your futa-cock!”

“Yes!” I gasped, the words swirling through me. “My futa-seed is potent.”

“Your dick is so hard, too,” groaned my sister. “You can fuck and fuck and fuck and satiate us all. You don’t wilt after just a few strokes.”

Our husband let out another whimper.

I savored this moment, the building pressure in the depths of my ovaries as I plunged into hot, barely legal cunt. My niece’s pussy grew hotter and hotter about my dick. I shuddered, thrusting with all my might into her depths, the silky friction caressing the tip of my dick.

Then she let out a whimper. Her thighs squeezed my hips. Her fingernails dug burning furrows into my back. She spasmed beneath mer. Her pussy went wild about my dick, convulsing, milking my cock. I grinned at my husband.

“Your daughter is cumming on my dick, husband!”

“I am, Father!” she howled. “Cumming so hard. Such an amazing girl-dick. Ooh, I need to be bred. Do it, Mother! Cum in me!”

I rammed my futa-dick into Ayesha’s spasming pussy. My dick ached, the pressure swelling. Sa’dia moaned beside us, her round tits heaving as her orgasm swept through her dusky body. She fell onto her back, spasming.

“Cum in her, Mother!”

“Do it!” my sister moaned, face twisted with pleasure as the twins devoured her pussy and asshole.

“Mother!” howled Ayesha, her pussy spasming so hard about my dick, begging for my fertile futa-seed.

I rammed into her snatch. My pussy clenched so hard. Stars shot across my vision. I screamed out rapture as my futa-cum spurted into Ayesha’s fertile depths. Her hot pussy milked my dick, drawing out every drop while the rapture crashed through my mind.

I loved it. I loved cumming with my futa-dick. I savored the ecstasy of enjoying the incestuous flesh of my harem. My women moaned around me, celebrating Ayesha’s first taste of girl-cum flooding her depths.

It wouldn’t be the last.

“Oh, Mother, I love you,” Ayesha mewled, her voice throaty with pleasure. “You bred me. I know you did.”

“Me, too,” I groaned, leaning down to kiss her hard.

The front door to our apartment banged shut. Our husband had fled. We never saw Tarik again. He didn’t contest our divorce. He never tried to gain custody of his daughters. He knew my futa-cock had utterly defeated his pathetic dick. We were free of him.

Three weeks later, I waited in the living room, waiting. On the TV, the news played. “This is Becca Brittany at St. Claire Hospital where some claim miracles are being performed.”

My sister and our daughters trooped out of the bathroom, drawing my attention from the TV. My women all held plastic sticks in their hands each topped with wet, spongy tits. They brandished them with excitement, pink lines showing in the displays of the pregnancy tests.

“We’re all bred, Mother,” Basima beamed, the petite girl bouncing before me, her twin sister at her side.

“It shouldn’t be possible,” Ranya said. “Our fertility cycles are not all synced up.”

“Mother’s cock shouldn’t be possible,” Ayesha said, falling to the ground before me to suck on my futa-dick.

“But it is,” Sa’dia grinned. “Thanks to a little fairy magic.”

I shuddered, my harem surrounding me, all eager to celebrate the amazing news.

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Leanan Sidhe shuddered, her futa-cum spraying across the wildflowers of the meadow. Her wings hummed behind her, buzzing with such intensity as she felt her patron’s powerful orgasm. Fatima Abboud reveled with her harem.

The Summer Esquire had invested far more energy in Parkland, Washington then she ever intended. But as Bean Sidhe, her counterpart in the frigid court of Winter, kept adding her own influence, Leanan Sidhe had to keep spreading hers.

I warned her, Leanan Sidhe thought as she squeezed out the last few drops of cum to fertilize a bright, yellow daisy. The drop of pearly jizz landed on the flower petals. If she seeks parity with me now, I will have no choice but to act. She cannot be so mad as to do that.

The futa-fairy shivered, an icy breeze washing across the meadow tinged with a mocking laugh.

The End of Mrs. Fatima’s Tale

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“Sit in the chair and watch while we get started,” rasped Barry in an agitated, nervy voice. Monica complied silently, lost for words. An hour ago she had not even met Barry and Helen. Lost for entertainment while passing through a new and strange city Monica had drifted into the bar of her overnight hotel to enjoy a quiet drink or perhaps some other diversion.

She had been immediately attracted to the aggressive sexiness of the couple she now knew as Barry and Helen. A few drinks later the invitation to join them upstairs in their room had been easy to accept.

After settling in with a glass of champagne each from the hotel mini bar, the atmosphere was electric with sexual tension.

Helen, who had not said much since being introduced, met Monica’s gaze from the other side of the bed. 

“Want to watch Barry undress me?”

“Uh, uh,” smiled Monica, the realisation of what she might be in for, becoming far more than a long held fantasy. 

Barry stood behind Helen with as much aplomb as he could muster in his shaking hands, and slid the long zip at the back of the shapeless dress to its extremity, then pushed the dress forwards off her shoulders. As it slid slowly to the floor Helen raised her arms akimbo and moved her legs apart in almost the same movement.

By now Monica could not take her eyes off Helen. She had not imagined that such a shapeless dress could hide such a voluptuous body. 

Not that anything was hidden now. Still in high heels and stockings that finished half way up her thighs, her only clothing was a skimpy black garter belt to hold the stockings up.

“Do you like what you are seeing so far, Monica?” she asked rhetorically with a smile, fully aware that Monica was rapt at the sight of her naked body.

Monica, almost speechless and by now very turned on managed to say, “I love it,” not even realizing the double meaning of what she had said.

Barry still fully clothed except for the coat he had removed, was as much turned on by the fully clothed Monica as he was by Helen in her blatant near nakedness.

“Turn around, and walk slowly over to Monica and show her what she can share later on,” Barry said with as much verve as he could muster.

All that Monica could think was, “Not too close. Stay in my focus. Keep turning me on,” as Helen poised, turned and walked towards her. Barry following a pace behind.

“You should see his cock, Monica,” whispered Helen, now really into the adrenalin rush and tension which was filling the room, it is really thick and impressive. Want me to take it out and show you?”

“Let me do it. May I?” asked Monica.

“All right, but stay fully dressed. I want you to keep your clothes on.”

Barry, absolutely erect under his clothes by now, wondered if Monica would be able to get his clothes over his heavy, thick, bulging erection. What was it Helen claimed she could grow it to? Twenty two centimeters, or as she preferred nearly nine inches – and so thick. Some things were just not meant to be measured in metric, Helen used to like reminding him. 

Just a few weeks ago, by judicious and slow teasing with her tongue and mouth, for what had seemed half the night, Helen had proudly claimed that size with a tape measure in one hand and his balls in the other, “To make it really big.”

Right now though, with his eyes on one naked woman and a fully clothed one about to undress him, he was confident that he was much bigger than ever before. Bursting point in fact.

Monica could barely stop her hands trembling enough to grasp his belt and undo it, then the zip – at the same time amused at how easily he had shed his shirt, shoes and socks without any help.

“Let him step away from all his other clothes before you get his cock out, Monica,” Helen said standing far enough back to observe both of them.

“Now, drop his pants.”

With nervy hands Monica struggled to do as she had been told, at the same time determined to get a good look, and feel the size and weight of this new and exciting cock with both hands.

Helen standing right between her naked partner and the fully clothed Monica felt a strong tinge of jealousy as she watched Monica’s obvious greed and avid interest in Barry now unimpeded and very erect cock.

“Impressive, eh?” was all she had time to say before she pushed Monica aside and pointed her back to the chair by the bed.

“Sit down and watch and talk to us while we fuck each other.”

As she sat back in the chair fully clothed, Monica could see that the two naked people in front of her would not require any foreplay to enable them to make it together.

“Your choice Monica,” said Barry fondling Helen as he spoke, “how do want to me to fuck Helen for your viewing pleasure?”

“Slowly – in as many ways as you can – and right up close to me on the bed so I touch you both while you fuck. Start missionary so I can see you put your hard cock right up her, though.”

Helen lay back on the bed ogling Barry huge, erect cock, at the same time as Monica. 

‘He looks even more than nine inches tonight,’ they both mused, unaware of each others similar thoughts, though both were thinking that they had never seen or had a bigger cock. 

Monica was further turned on as she put both her hands on Barry cock, by the fully clothed Monica’s presence, a mere two or three feet away from her.

Monica spoke again, taking the initiative and loving every irresponsible minute of it all. “I want to see you put that huge cock right up Helen. Slowly. Right up to your balls. Make sure its slowly though. Can you take all of that Helen?”

Helen, turned on like never before smiled a wan smile, looking Monica squarely in the eye. “Just watch me. Now, Barry, give it to me!”

As Barry straddled Helen he could not keep his eyes off Monica. Sitting so close, very flushed and watching and obviously enjoying with a voyeuristic bent, every move that they both made on the bed . As he slowly squeezed his biggest ever erection into Helen, all three of them were sure it must be over nine inches. The biggest turn on for Barry was the still fully clothed, and virtual stranger, Monica enjoying his performance – and he felt sure, his thick nine inch erection.

Monica was now becoming quite agitated. “Slowly Barry. Is it nice Helen? God, he’s only half way yet. Let me put my hand on it before you get it all. It really is huge. So big I can’t get my hand around it. Is that a tease? 

Neither Barry or Helen were sure who she was speaking to. Even though were immersed in their own pleasure, Monica’s voice was a huge turn on directed at their fucking in front of her. As her hand gripped Barry huge cock slowly filling Helen to its entire length, her hand was forced into contact with Helen’s clit. 

Monica held Helen’s gaze, at the same time having her hand forced into her clit by Barry thrusting erection. “He is huge Helen. You are lucky. What can I do so that he fucks me too?”

Without waiting for Helen to answer Monica started kissing Helen on the mouth, her hand not losing its grip on Barry erection. Helen responded immediately and started tongue kissing Monica back.

Monica backed away slightly. “Is he a good fuck Helen? Is he really good? Can he fuck us both? I will die if I can’t have him. I am so wet.”

Helen more turned on than ever, by another woman wanting Barry so much, and absolutely turned on by Monica’s tongue kissing her while Barry was fucking her, reached out for Monica and started returning her kisses as Barry increased his thrusts and momentum. 

Monica, suddenly realizing she could control the situation for her own pleasure, broke away.

She stood alongside the bed and started to undress, talking as she did to gain the attention of the couple on the bed, locked in their frantic fucking.

“Is she a good fuck Barry? Is he a good fuck Helen? Do you like having nine inches? I have never seen such a big cock! I want it for myself.” As Monica spoke she moved to a position where both Helen and Barry could see her remove first her blouse, and then shoes, panty hose and skirt. 

“Go on Barry. Don’t stop for me me. Keep fucking her. Slam into her”. All that Monica was wearing now were a skimpy black bra and even skimpier matching briefs. Despite Barry and Helen being busy with each other they both slowed to a stop and looked at Monica. 

“No need to stop for me,” Monica said with a smile, knowing full well she was now the centre of attention. 

“Shall I keep going?” she asked knowing full well what the answer would be. 

Helen spoke first. “Show us your body.”

Monica needed little prompting. 

“I will save the best till last,” she said in her pucker English accent, shrugging out of her briefs and letting them fall to the floor. 

As she undid her bra she held Helen’s gaze. “I think my tits are just as impressive as his his huge cock. Especially my nipples. My nipples have been known to drive men insane with lust.”

With that Monica let her bra fall to the floor, revealing the creamiest white pair of tits that Barry had ever seen.

“Thirty nine C,” Monica boasted, looking straight at Helen, legs apart, her fingers playing with the very large nipples on each of her breasts, teasing them into full erection.

Helen could not take eyes off Monica’s tits. By now her nipples seemed to be at least an inch long and they were backed by round red rings, at least two inches in diameter Helen observed.

Barry also found it impossible to keep his eyes off Monica’s pale creamy English body. Not normally a tit man Barry wanted more than anything to suck and lick Monica’s huge nipples – and if Helen watched him, and touched him at the same time all the better. 

“My nipples are a good match for your cock Barry. They are both very hard to top.” she cooed with some modesty.

“Who want’s me first,” Monica smiled, now in full control of the situation. 

Her fingers and hands still teasing her own tits and nipples as Barry and Helen both watched, fascinated and absolutely turned by Monica’s display.

Monica continued. “I want both of you to give me something to remember Australia by – a diversion to remember. This will be my first and last sexual experience in your country. Make it good for me. You can both lick and suck me, preferably at the same time”.

Her audience, though small, was completely attentive. No one said anything. Monica looked from one to another with a polite smile that said, “Come on, take me. Don’t talk. Just lick and suck me.”

With that taunt Barry and Helen ignored their own pleasure completely and got up from the bed as one. Each of them eagerly suckled one of Monicas long erect nipples as she gasped with pleasure, both her hands grasping Barry still rock hard cock and stroking him.

“Who’s in charge now?” Monica smirked, stroking the length of Barry cock. “Lets get on the bed”.

Once on the bed Monica organized the three of them so that Barry could enter her from behind while Helen alternatively sucked her long hard nipples and kissed her passionately on the mouth.

“Now Barry. Fuck me. I want Helen to feel you fucking me while I kiss her. Give it to me. Really give it to me,” Monica moaned.

“Show me how good you are. Slide it in, right up to your balls. Go on. All the way. Harder. Can you feel that Helen?” Monica asked. “I am so turned on. That cock is wonderful. And you know how to use it. God, that’s heaven.”

Helen spoke for the first time in a long while. “I love your nipples. So long and hard. And so sensitive. They are a perfect foil for Barry brilliant cock. I can feel you orgasm building through your nipples.”

“Your tongue on my nipples and his cock right up me is heaven. Don’t either of you stop. Lick and suck my nipples harder. It is sending me to orgasm even without Barry cock doing exactly the same. Fuck me harder. Faster. Harder.”

“I can feel your orgasm coming.” 

Who said it? Barry fucking her from behind or Helen licking and sucking her long nipples?

“My orgasm is so close. So close.” Monica enthused. “You are both in sync the way you are sucking and fucking me. What a turn on.”

Acting on this cue Barry and Helen increased their combined licking, sucking and fucking to drive Monica over the edge, as she screamed in ecstasy, “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck. Heaven!”

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Chase and her family have reached Mount Rainier and prepare to stop Mark and Mary’s plans.

The Devil’s Pact, The Tyrants’ Daughter
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2015

Chapter Fifteen: Paradise

Note: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this!

Tuesday, July 1 9th, 2072 – Sarah Glassner – Paradise, WA

I couldn’t help staring at the golden statue of father standing with his wife Mary. The larger than life edifice rose out of the center of the wildflowers. The statue was well maintained and there were dried flowers about its base and melted wax from candles.

“They hold ceremonies here,” I said as Aoifa walked up to me.

“Yes. When I was ten, my temple pilgrimaged here. On this very night, the young children played until we were tired. After midnight, the priests and priestesses from a dozen temples had an orgy around the statue.

“So why aren’t any worshipers here?” I asked her. “Second Missionaries speaks of that very holiday. We’re in Glassnerian territory and there is evidence that they come here, so why aren’t they here?”

“I don’t know,” Aoifa frowned. She glanced over at Chase and Sister Stella for a moment. “Maybe this ritual is different and only a select few are coming tomorrow.”

“I guess.”

“Come on,” Aoifa smiled, tugging at my arm. “Queenie is making crowns of flowers for us and our husband is going to take us on this holy ground. Maybe we’ll even conceive a child.”

A smile crossed my lips. “I would love to conceive a child.” One to replace my poor, dead son.

Aoifa took my hand and let me across the field. Reina and Queenie knelt, a crown of flowers about both their heads. Rex stood beside them, naked and hard. He had a nut-brown body covered in compact muscles. He was just yummy.

Aoifa stripped out of her priestess robes, unveiling her ivory, freckled breasts and cute ass. I couldn’t resist giving her a squeeze. I was a lusty woman. I was my father’s daughter. Aoifa giggled and shook her ass as I caressed her.

“Get naked, Sarah,” Queenie commanded, looking so regal with a crown of flowers and nothing else on her. She had big tits, as large as mine, and her black hair fell down her back in a magnificent braid.

I stripped out of my boots, shirt, and jeans, plopping down amid the grass and wildflowers, the fronds tickling my wet pussy. I giggled as Queenie reached over with her crown, her breasts kissing the flowers.

“I declare you to be Queen Sarah,” Queenie declared. “Third wife of the mighty Rex Glassner, God-King of Mankind.”

“God-King?” I giggled.

Rex grinned at me while Reina rolled her eyes.

“He is a God-King,” Aoifa moaned, squirming beside me.

“And I declare you to be Queen Aoifa,” Queenie added, dropping a crown on Aoifa’s flaming locks. “Fourth wife of the mighty Rex Glassner, God-King of Mankind.”

“I am so humbled by this honor, sweet wife.” Aoifa cupped Queenie’s chin and planted a hot kiss on her lips.

“My loving wives,” Rex smiled. “I am here to anoint you and make you Goddesses of Mankind.”

“Oh, thank you,” Reina snorted even as she reached out and grasped his cock. “Is this where you’re going to ‘anoint’ us from?

“What do you think?” Rex asked.

“That we married the biggest pervert in the world,” Reina moaned and leaned in, sucking on his cock.

The rest of us joined her, crowding in. It was tight, our cheeks kept bumping, but we passed his cock around, licking and sucking. Aoifa was on my left and Queenie on my right. I kissed their lips in between nibbles and licks on Rex’s cock.

My pussy grew so wet, itching in the grass as I squirmed. Aoifa and Queenie’s tits brushed mine. My nipple ached, leaking milk. Rex ran his hands through our hair, brushing our crowns as we pleasured him. He had a huge grin on his face.

“I love you all,” Rex moaned. He shuddered as our lips and tongues caressed the tip of his cock. “You are all amazing.”

“You’re all right,” Reina giggled. “Though maybe we can find a better cock out there.”

“No we can’t,” Aoifa insisted. “He’s a God.”

“Thank you,” Rex said, stroking Aoifa’s red curls. “I’m glad one of my wife’s appreciates my magnificent cock.”

“Maybe we have a brother with a better one out there,” Reina moaned.

“Maybe,” I giggled.

“Your sisters are such sluts,” Queenie moaned. “I don’t want a better cock. Yours is perfect. Maybe you should only bless Aoifa and me.”

“Maybe. At least you two appreciate me.

“Oh, no,” I gasped, leaning in and tonguing his cock.

“We appreciate you,” Reina sighed. “I’m not sure why?”

“Because you’re a horny slut that’s addicted to my cock.”

“Oh, right.” Reina leaned in and sucked on the tip.

“Mmm, that’s it,” Rex moaned, his hips thrusting forward.

“You’re hogging,” I pouted, pulling the cock from her lips so I could swallow him.

“Yes,” moaned Rex.

We kept stealing his cock and playing with it, sucking it between our lips. Rex groaned and shuddered. I knew those moans. We all stroked him, pressing our faces together, eager for his anointment.

“Take it!” he groaned and sprayed us with cum.

I was his wife. I loved him and my fellow wives. We licked each other clean while our husband watched. And then we all made love as the sun fell. I didn’t know what tomorrow would bring, but I had one last time with my spouses.

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Wednesday, July 20th, 2072 – Chasity “Chase” Glassner

The day dawned hot. The power building in the ground swelled with the climbing sun.
And no one came. I frowned as the day slowly ticked by. I stared down the mountainside, waiting for my parent’s worshipers to arrive and perform the ceremony. Sister Stella stood at my side, shifting with agitation.

We could both feel the energy swell as the day wore on.

“What is going on?” I demanded.

“I don’t know,” the nun sighed, shaking her head. “You can feel the energy building. Why wouldn’t they be here to take advantage of it?”

“Did we travel all this way for nothing?” I swallowed. My family had almost died crossing through Oregon. It couldn’t have been a waste.

“I had the Ecstasy. The angels spoke in my dream. I don’t understand.” Sister Stella shook her head, her platinum-blonde curls tumbling about her head. Her gray eyes met mine. “I don’t get what’s happening. It is July 20th, right? We didn’t lose track of the days while we were marching?”

“No.” I shuddered as the ground almost groaned beneath my feet. “Feel all that energy beneath us. This has to be the day.”

Reina and Rex walked over. Queenie, Aoifa, and Sarah were near the edge of the meadow. I had made them wait over there in case something went wrong. But the twins ignored my orders. I sighed and glanced at them.

“What is taking so long?” Reina demanded. “I thought we were going to see father.”

“I don’t understand,” I sighed.

Sister Stella took my hand. “Well, I can still take away your power. If you want to.”

“Yes,” I nodded, trembling beside her. “I want it so badly. Free me.”

Reina bit her lip, but I gave her a reassuring smile. Sister Stella was giving up her power, too. We were going to start a life together. We’d go to Tacoma with the twins and their spouses. We’d be happy there, growing old together. Maybe we’d adopt some kids.

Tears beaded in my eyes. My future finally seemed real to me. I pictured the house we’d have, white with a red door, a tree growing in the backyard. We’d decorate it with doilies and dolls. We’d make a wonderful life. We’d watch my nieces and nephews grow up, helping Rex and his four wives take care of their children. I knew there would be plenty. They were a horny bunch.

I pictured a family again.

“Let’s do it,” I told Sister Stella. “If my parent’s don’t want to break free, then that’s fine.”

“Good luck,” Reina smiled and hugged me.

Rex nodded and then he led Reina back across the field.

“I’m nervous,” I smiled at Sister Stella as she took my hand. Another tremble passed through me. Everything was about to change.

“Don’t be. You’re in my hands.”

I nodded at the nun. My lover.

She led me to the center of the field by the statue. Her hands were gentle as they stripped me naked. She caressed my auburn hair and my freckled breasts. Her gray eyes stared into my blue as her touch banished my fears.

Then I undressed her, revealing her barely-budding breasts. I pinched her soft, pink nipples, bringing a moan to her lips. She shuddered as I pulled her down to the fields, her body atop mine, our breasts rubbing together.

“You have to fully trust me,” Sister Stella whispered. “And love me. That’s the only way this will work.”

“I do,” I moaned. “I love you so much. My heart beats for you.”

Sister Stella smiled and kissed me.

The power throbbed beneath us. I moaned into her kiss, my eyes closing as I sank into the pleasure of her touch. Her hand ran along my body, a light touch that teased my skin. I shuddered. I felt electrified. The pleasure shot down to my pussy.

Her kiss grew more passionate. Her hips shifted and her hot, wet pussy brushed mine. I shuddered as our clits kissed. The pleasure rippled through my body. My nipples tingled as they stroked her small mounds.

I slid my hands down, cupping her ass. My fingers dug into her flesh, pulling her harder against my pussy. I shuddered. I loved tribbing her. Our tongues danced through each other’s mouths as we writhed and humped each other.

Our musk joined the sweet scent of the flowers. A gentle breeze wafted through the meadow. My heart beat for joy. This was such a romantic spot. I would marry Sister Stella here. We would be together forever—just like my parents.

Sister Stella broke the kiss, licking her lips. “Can you feel the passion building between us.”

“Yes,” I moaned as my body trembled.

“The closer you come to orgasming, the closer our souls will become.” The nun stroked my cheek, her hips undulating and grinding her hot pussy against mine. “Do not hesitate to open your soul to me and invite me in. Only then can I free you.”

“Okay,” I moaned.

“Let me feel your love for me.” She slid down my body, her hard nipples brushing my stomach as her lips nibbled up the swell of my breasts. “Let me hear how much you love me. Give me all your passion and trust.”

“I am! I love you, Stella!”

Her gray eyes twinkled like stars as she engulfed my nipple. I shuddered, hot pleasure building through me. Her fingers kept stroking my flesh, teasing me as her lips and tongue played my aching nipple. I caressed her platinum-blonde hair, so light it was almost white. My hips humped, rubbing my hot pussy on her stomach, my clit shuddering in delight.

“That’s it,” she purred as she kissed to my other nipple. “I can feel your trust. I love you so much, Chase. I will set you free.”

“Yes!” I moaned as she engulfed my nipple.

The flowers waved around us as the breeze blew. I sucked in deep breaths, savoring their perfume mixed with our excited musk. Sister Stella made love to my nipple. She sucked and nibbled, swirling her tongue about the sensitive nub. She gave me every pleasure she knew.

Her hands slid up and down my body. She rubbed at my thighs and caressed my side. Everywhere she touched me sparked with radiant pleasure. Her mouth sucked harder at my nipple. She moaned in delight.

And then she kissed downward.

“Yes!” I gasped. My pussy was on fire. The energy hummed through me. A charge attracted us. My soul began to crack inside me, opening up to her.

“You smell so delicious,” purred the nun as she neared my pussy. “I could drown for eternity in this scent.”

“My love, you will!” I groaned as she took her first lick through my pussy.

Her tongue was so agile. I humped against her face as she drank my juices. I gasped and moaned, my pleasure growing. I was about to be free of the damned power Tina and Doug foisted on me all those years ago.

Sister Stella’s fingers rubbed at my clit as her tongue swirled through my pussy. She nibbled on my labia as my hips bucked. I moaned and shuddered. Her fingers rubbed harder and faster on my clit, stirring pleasure through me. I bucked and gasped.

“That’s it!” the nun moaned, her eyes almost shining silver as the energy swelled between us. “Open your soul to me. Surrender fully. And I will free you, my love.”

“Yes!” I screamed, my hips bucking. My orgasm swelled. I was so close. My soul cracked open more, almost yawning wide.

“Surrender to me!” she moaned, her fingers flying over my clit.

“I love you, Stella!” I screamed as my orgasm crashed through me. My body shuddered as the delight burned through me.

My soul opened.

And something dark, foul, and treacherous reached into me and seized the golden power. Sister Stella’s eyes blazed like a thousand stars as pain exploded through me. It wasn’t her love that filled me. It was greed.

Greed for the power I possessed.

“No!” I howled as the realization sunk in. She had never loved me. She had never been a nun. She had always been a demon.

“Yes!” Stella cackled, her face twisted with greed into something ugly as she ripped at the golden power.

“Who…are…you…?” I sobbed as I struggled to fight against her. My heart was crushed by betrayal. The entire trip was a lie.

“Astarte, Queen of Heaven,” moaned Stella. “I will again rule.”

I screamed in agony as my treacherous lover raped my soul.

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Queenie Glassner

Chase screamed.

The world rippled and grew dark. Stars burst across the blue sky as night suddenly fell. “It’s Astarte!” I screamed, my fever dreams coming back to me. “She’s hurting Chase.”

“That fucking bitch!” Rex snarled, rising beside me.

“Stop!” Aoifa shouted.

Rex froze, glancing at our red-haired wife. She strode before us, her eyes glowing silver. “You cannot interfere with the Queen of Heaven.”

“Aoifa?” I gasped in shock.

Rex marched to Aoifa. “What is wrong with you? Why are your eyes silver?”

“You cannot interfere. Astarte shall gain the power to rule the world. Your choices are simple. Serve her or die.”

I shuddered at the clinical words spilling from Aoifa’s lips. They didn’t sound like her at all. “She did something to you,” I gasped. “Sister Stella cast a spell on you when she exorcised your powers.”

“She never exorcised my powers,” Aoifa answered. “She showed me the truth. I have been given powers.”

“She’s killing my sister!” Rex snarled. “Your holy daughter. You can’t stand here and do nothing.”

“Owr!” Aoifa snarled and suddenly a bright light burst before Rex. I screamed in shock as he stumbled back, falling into Reina’s arms.

“You fucking bitch!” Reina snarled.

“I don’t get this,” Sarah gaped. “You love the Gods. Why would you help Astarte?”

Chase screamed again. Stars seemed to shine about Astarte as she knelt over my sister-in-law.

“Sarah’s right,” I said. “You love the living gods. You’re not a servant of Astarte. You wouldn’t betray your family. We love you. You have to fight.”

Rex groaned behind me. I moved closer, my body trembling. Aoifa stared at me with her silvery eyes. I couldn’t see her pupils. She looked so strange and monstrous now.

“I love you. We all love you. So fight and come back to us.” I grabbed her arm and brought her hand to my breast. “Feel my heart beating. It beats with love for four people. Including you, Aoifa.”

The silver dwindled in her eyes, flickering out for a moment, her emerald irises appearing. And then she screamed and the silver came back. “Yashen!

Power struck me. I was suddenly so sleepy. I stumbled back and unconsciousness crashed over me.

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Chasity “Chase” Glassner

“No!” I screamed as Astarte raped my soul.

Tears poured out of my eyes. I sobbed and moaned as she struggled to rip the golden light from my body. Sister Stella’s face stared down at me, but there was no tender love there any longer. I spasmed as the pain flooded me. It beat through my body. Her foul touch was in my soul, polluting me.

“Get out of me!” I screamed.

“But you opened yourself up to me,” Astarte purred. “You shared your wonderful love with me.”

“You lied to me! You tricked me, you fucking bitch!”

“And you were so eager to believe me. So desperate to be loved by anyone. I barely had to seduce you. You were begging to crawl into my bed. You are as much a whore as your mother.”

“How are you even out of Hell?”

“I never went there.” Triumph shone on her face. “I am the Queen of Heaven. I am the mother of Prophecy. I knew Lucifer’s plan would never work. I used the Ghost of Paris to prepare my vessel. When your father killed me, my soul went into my vessels. I lived quietly in Paris, Texas, biding my time, waiting for your parent’s pathetic rein to end.

“I really must thank you, Chase. You did so much for me when you killed them. And when I have your power, I shall rule the entire world.”

“No!” I sobbed. “Help me!”

“Your siblings can’t help. Aoifa’s mine. She was so easy to dominate when I pretended to exorcise her.”

She wrenched, tearing some of the power away from me. She was stronger than me. Only my anger at her betrayal kept me from giving up. I wasn’t about to let this treacherous bitch win.

“Shadow!” I screamed.

“Is that what that demon is called?” Astarte purred. “Wherever did you collect him?”

Shadow answered my call. Hope beat in my heart as he materialized behind Astarte. His tentacles writhed from his bestial body. His coal-red eyes burned with love for me. At least his affections were true.

With a snarl, Shadow’s tentacles launched at Astarte’s back. Black, ropy tentacles wrapped around the demoness, squeezing and trying to crush her body. Shadow tried to pull her off of me, but she resisted. Her metaphysical hands kept tearing away more and more of my power. Shadow clawed at the field of wildflowers as he backed away, trying to pull her off of me. He kept going back, his tentacles stretching.

Astarte wouldn’t budge.

“You can do it, my love!” I roared.

“You love this foul beast,” snorted Astarte. “You are a whore. Does your pussy loved to be raped by his demonic tentacles?”

“Fuck you!” I snarled.

“Done that. You’re not nearly as good a fuck as you think you are.”

Shadow howled as he kept straining to pull the demoness off of me. Astarte didn’t even seem to care. She kept ripping at my soul. I shuddered in pain. I wasn’t about to let her beat me. I just had to hold on until Shadow saved me.

His tentacles tore in half, leaving black ichor spraying across the flowers. My demonic lover sprang back, tumbling across the ground as he howled in pain.

“No!” I cried.

Astarte wiggled out of his severed tentacles. Her silvery eyes bore into mine, reaching into my soul. I screamed as she tore more of the golden power away from me. The pain shook my body. My bones throbbed in agony.

I howled with Shadow.

But my demonic lover wasn’t out of the fight. He gained his feet, snarling with rage. He lunged forward, jaw snapping. He could engulf most of Astarte’s slim body in a single gulp. He leaped, landed before us, and bit.

His jaw crushed down on the demoness. Silver energy burst from her body.

Shadow vanished in starry light, his body disintegrated. Dark motes drifted around us. One fell on my lips—a final kiss.

“No!” I sobbed in horror. More grief filled me. “Shadow!”

My grip on the golden power slipped. Astarte shuddered as she ripped it from me. Her body blazed in golden light. The demoness rose in triumph. I had doomed the world. I had been seduced by a pretty face and the promise of liberation.

I had been tricked again.

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Mary Glassner – The Abyss

Tears ran down my cheek as I watched my daughters agony.

“It’s finally time,” my husband whispered, his blue eyes swimming pain. “We knew there would be a price.”

I nodded my head and looked at Reina. I touched her mind the way I had so many times before. She had been prepared for this moment. Her and her brother. I seized her soul in my hand as Mark seized Rex’s.

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Rex Glassner – Paradise, WA

I struggled to stand up, stunned by Aoifa’s spell when she cast a second. Anger boiled in me as a great, languish sleep suddenly fell upon me. I tried to fight it, clutching onto my anger at Sister Stella or whomever that bitch really was.

Aoifa was my wife, and that bitch had fucked with her.

But Aoifa’s spell was too strong. I couldn’t fight it. I sank into sleep.

Everything was gray. There was mist roiling about my feet. I frowned, looking around. I thought I had fallen asleep, and yet I felt so awake. But there was nothing here. Just this endless fog and—

“Hello, son.”

The masculine voice startled me. I jumped and whirled about. A man stood facing me, tall, with dark hair and piercing, blue eyes. He was fit and well-dressed in a black suit. I recognized him from the statue.
“Father?”

“Yep,” the man nodded, a boyish grin spreading across his face. “I am Mark Glassner.”

That voice was familiar. I blinked. It was the sound of my subconscious. “You’ve been talking to me all my life.”

“I have. I’ve been nudging you while Mary has been nudging your sister.”

“What is going on?” I looked around at the gray. “Where are we?”

“Your soul. Your mother made a Pact with me and Mary. It allows us to touch your souls in a more direct manner.”

“What? I don’t understand.”

“Isabella was a fervent worshiper. Young and eager.” The smile on my father’s lips grew. “So eager. Your mother was lithe in our bed when I took her virginity. She was the last virgin I slept with.”

“And?” I was growing impatient. My wife Aoifa was possessed and Chase was being killed by some demon pretending to be Sister Stella.

“And she was the perfect tool to save Chase.” His smile fell. “Mary and I messed up. We didn’t give our daughter what she needed. And then she was tricked into killing us. It broke her soul, but because of that damned holy power inside her, she couldn’t die. So Mary and I, along with a few of our servants, had to find a way to free her and keep her spirits up. You and your sister were perfect.”

A chill passed through me. “Did you know my mother would die?”

“Yes.”

I flinched.

“I know. I’m a bastard. I did far worse to save Mary once. And I would do far worse to save Chase.”

“But…but…” I sputtered. “My mother worshiped you.”

“And she was eager to pay the price. She believed we were gods. She would have done anything for us.”

“You’re a fucking asshole!” I clenched my fist. “Fuck you!”

“She died and she got her reward. She is with us in Hell, perfectly happy. She watches you and your sister. She’s patiently waiting to meet you. It’ll be awhile, son. But one day, you and Reina will meet her. But that’s beside the point. Mary and I gambled everything on getting Chase here with Astarte.”

“You knew that nun was Astarte?”

“How else were we going to free our daughter from the power?” My father sighed. “I know Chase is in pain right now, but she’ll be free of it. Liberated to live how she chooses.”

“By letting that demoness kill her?”

“That’s up to you. Mary and I manipulated everything to this point. We put Aoifa in your path both to heal Queenie and so she could fall under Astarte’s spell and put you to sleep at this very moment so we could talk.”

“Aoifa summoned you to save her town,” I growled. “You could have saved it.”

My father shrugged. “My daughter was more important than a few thousand people’s lives. They’re happy down in Hell. We reward our followers. We’re not like the demons. We don’t torture and prey upon them in Hell. It’s really a much nicer place than it used to be.”

“You just don’t give a fucking damn about them up here?” I roared.

“Nope. We were kicked out of this world. We found a better place.” He sighed. “But that’s not why I’m here. Chase will be consumed by Astarte. She won’t die; she’ll be turned into the demoness slave. You all will. So let me possess your body for about thirty minutes and I’ll stop Astarte, restore Aoifa to normal, and save Chase.”

“And if I tell you to go fuck yourself?”

“Then you and everyone you love will be tortured by Astarte.”

I shivered. “It doesn’t sound like much of a choice.”

“No. Like I said, I’m a bastard. I’ve manipulated you your entire life for this one moment.” A smile crossed his lips. “But I encouraged you to have a lot of fun.”

I ground my teeth. “I fucking hate you.”

My father just looked at me with those blue eyes.

“Fine. Possess me. Save my fucking family, bastard.”

“We have a Pact.”

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Astarte

The power filled me. All my planning for the last eighteen years had worked. My rituals had gathered all the power at Paradise, and Chase had been stupid enough to believe my lies. My demons ringed the field. They had feasted for days, killing all Mark and Mary’s stupid, deluded followers that sought to worship here.

I didn’t want any interference.

Chase sobbed beneath me. She was such a beautiful specimen. I would make her my chief concubine. She would rule at my side, forever my degraded slave. How her parents would howl and gnash their teeth in Hell as I despoiled their children.

I would find every one of Mark’s bastards in the world. I would make them all love me.

“We’ve been looking for you, Astarte.”

I spun about. The twins stepped through my radiance. Their clothes dissolved away, consumed by my silvery light, but not their flesh. I narrowed my eyes. There was something different about them. They moved with power.

“Who are you two really?”

Rex smiled. It was boyish. I recognized that smile. An angry hiss escaped my lips.

“You hid under our noses for years,” Mary said through Reina’s mouth.

I spat at the whore, “How are you possessing their bodies?”

“Astarte, we have your powers and Lucifer’s powers. We have all the powers of hell.” Mark shook his head. “You made a mistake when you incarnated as a human. You have a thread. We’ve nudged your threads for the last eighteen years. Did you really think this was your plan?”

“I have the power of Heaven, stolen from your daughter! I will rule the world.”

Rex shook his head. “Not enough of the power of heaven. Not enough to stand up against us.”

“We have a place prepared for you, Astarte,” Mary purred through Reina’s voice. “We owe you for the pain you inflicted on our daughter.”

“You broke her heart.” Mark’s words crackled around me. Power hummed in the air. “You broke my baby-girl’s heart.”

I screamed in pain.

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Chasity “Chase” Glassner

I blinked my eyes as the silvery radiance died. The woman I had loved fell dead to the ground at the feet of Rex and Reina. I stared at the twins in shock, confusion filled my mind.

“What is going on?” I coughed. My body still ached.

“We set you free,” Rex said. But there was something in his tone. Something in his eyes.

“D-daddy?” My voice quivered.

“Yes,” he smiled, kneeling down beside me and taking my hand.

“I’m here, too,” Mother said through Reina’s voice.

“I…don’t…”

“The twins will explain,” Father said. “They’re not happy with us.”

“You didn’t hurt them?” I swallowed.

“Only emotionally.”

“Is this…your plan? Are you and mom back? Are you…going to conquer the world again?”

“We’re not back. We never were coming back.” My mother caressed my face with Reina’s hand. “We’re done with this world. The Creator cheats. He will never let any power rule it forever. We were merely allowed to conquer the world so the Creator could demonstrate just how powerful he is. We have found a better place.”

“I don’t understand. You always wanted to rule the world.”

“We ruled the world, and all it did was drive you away.” Father shone through Rex’s eyes. “We failed you, Chase.”

“We’re so sorry.” Tears misted Reina’s eyes. For a moment, they were almost green. “We were selfish. We didn’t want to give up our power. I always thought you’d understand one day. That you would come back.”

“I did…” My hand remembered clenching the knife. “I…I’m so sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” Father, through Rex, squeezed my hand. “We love you Chase. We’ve set you free of the Creator’s power. You are free to live how you want.”

“We’ll wait for you,” Mother smiled.

“We have to go. We’ve stolen Rex and Reina’s bodies for too long.”

“Daddy!” I sobbed. “Please, stay.”

“The bastard’s gone,” Rex spat.

“So it worked?” Reina whispered.

“I guess,” I swallowed. The power was gone. I was liberated from it. “What happened?”

“Our father is a bastard,” Rex repeated.

“Your parents manipulated everything, even Astarte, to this one moment so you could be free. They love you a lot.”

“You’re all they love,” Rex muttered.

Reina sighed. “Rex. They love us, too. They made sure we were happy. They gave us three great women to love.”

“We found them on our own.”

Reina shook her head. “Mary explained it to me. They made sure we would save Sarah from her torture, they rescued Aoifa from being killed by the Christians, and they made sure Queenie would live by giving Aoifa healing powers. They wanted us to be happy, too.”

I hugged the twins. “I’m free,” I whispered. “And they forgave me.” I sobbed into their arms as Queenie, Sarah, and Aoifa joined us.

I was finally free.

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Epilogue: A Hug

March 19, 2073 – Chasity “Chase” Glassner – Tacoma, WA

I penned the last sentence of my autobiography. I wiped the tip of the quill off on a rag and caped my jar of ink. I stood up from the writing desk, my hand trembling. My story was told. The twins would see it published and Sarah would treasure it.

Nothing was left to hold me to this world. It was time to move on. It was time to see the rest of my family. The twins would grieve. But they would move on. They had Sarah, Queenie, and Aoifa, and soon they would have their own children to love. Queenie and Sarah would soon give birth, and Aoifa’s pregnancy was coming along. Even Reina had finally conceived—she had been getting worried.

I walked out of the house, marching through the streets of Tacoma.

My family was happy here. The twins and Sarah were demigods, and they enjoyed the worship—and Rex enjoyed the women—that came with such august ranks.

It was still dark, though the sun brightened the horizon. It felt wonderful to walk free of any burdens. I smiled, savoring the icy air on my cheeks, the gravel crunching beneath my feet, the soft rustle of leaves in the trees. My steps grew lighter, my smile broader. I skipped. I felt like a girl again, instead of a weary, old woman trapped in a young girl’s body.

My auburn hair flowed behind me as I began to ran, my laughs following after me.

I was free.

I reached the Narrows Bridge. The vast, metal frame still survived, the cables arching from the cliff’s edge to the distant towers. No one used it to cross any longer. Huge patches of the concrete bed had fallen into the Puget Sound far below. I walked along the steel girder, the green paint faded and splotched by red rust. The wind howled, whipping at my hair as I reached the center. The Puget Sound rippled below, driven by the fierce gusts.

I climbed over the railing and looked down at the dark waters.

“I’m coming home,” I whispered.

I spread out my arms and fell forward.

I was falling, falling, falling.

Into Darkness.

The Darkness gave way to light.

Grass tickled my cheek, sunlight warmed my body. I blinked in surprise as I pushed myself up. The grass was so green, so vibrant. My eyes widened when I realized where I was—the mansion. The home I had grown up in. People surrounded me. The maids and bodyguards, the sluts, my siblings and grandparents, all the people I had killed that day.

They all had welcoming smiles.

A dark form, a shadowy demon, prowled on the edges, his eyes on me. I smiled at my demonic lover, and then at the rest of my family. I knew one day the twins, Sarah, and Aoifa would join me. But they deserved to live their lives first.

Then my father and mother stood over me, tears running down their cheeks.

“Daddy?” I whispered as I rose.

He hugged me in a crushing embrace. This time I didn’t stab him with a dagger. This time I hugged him back.

“I love you, Daddy,” I whispered as the tears poured down my cheeks.

“I know.”

Mommy hugged us both. I savored the embrace of my parents. I was finally home.

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Reina Glassner

I came downstairs, rubbing at my stomach. Morning sickness was not fun. A sob drew my attention. It came from Chase’s study. I padded across the floor and peered in. The very pregnant Sarah sat at Chase’s desk, staring at our sister’s book.

“She finished it?” I asked, tears beading my eyes.

Sarah nodded.

My sister was free. I didn’t want her to leave us, but I understood. This world only held memories of all the pain she had suffered. She would be happier with our father.

We would all see Chase again. But not for many years.

Sarah opened the book to the first page. She had been eager to read it, but now her hand trembled. Sarah cleared her voice and read, “My name is Chasity Alberta Glassner, the Tyrants’ daughter. I write these words down so my motivations will not be lost to time, and so there will be no confusion, speculation, or misunderstanding about my actions.”

The End of the Devil’s Pact

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Carin pays for being loudmouthed

Hi all! My name is Carin. I am a 19 year
old freshman at a major college in
Florida. I’m about 5’6″, 115 lbs with
long dark hair and blue eyes. My roommate Lisa has been hooking
up with this guy from down the hall in
our apartment complex (his name is
Bill). His roommate (Scott) is good
looking and pretty cool, but we
haven’t done anything other than flirt. I’m actually from South Carolina and
grew up a huge Clemson fan. He’s also
from South Carolina and is a Gamecock
fan. Earlier this year, we got to arguing
about our “home” teams and decided
to make a bet on the Clemson/South Carolina game. I was feeling stupidly
confident so we bet one month’s rent. Finally, the big day comes and all four
of us go to a local sports bar to watch
the game. Lisa and Bill know all about
the bet, of course. At halftime, Clemson
is up 21-14! Just before the start of the
third quarter, Lisa and I go to the bathroom and she tells me that Scott
doesn’t have a lot of money and that
losing a month’s rent is really going to
hurt him. He’s already talking to Bill
about borrowing some money and
paying him back over several months. I start to feel bad because this is really
about bragging rights and knowing
he has to borrow money to pay off the
bet takes some of the fun out of it for
me (as it turns out – stupid me!). So
when we get back to the table, I told Scott that our bet wasn’t about the
money and that we could decide on
something else to bet. He got a little
upset about Bill telling his business,
but I told him it was okay and that I
really just wanted to rag on him all year ?cause his team lost. Long story
short, just as the third quarter started,
we settled on a “dare” as the bet – but
we didn’t know what the other person
had in mind for their dare. I did make
rules that you couldn’t make the other person have sex (with you or
anybody) and you couldn’t make
them get naked. I have to tell you, I
was really looking forward to having
him clean our apartment in a French
maid outfit! We kept drinking and watching the
game and I felt pretty good about
everything because you could tell that
Scott felt better about not having to
pony up the money ?cause he was
way more relaxed and into the game. Halfway through the quarter Clemson
scored again to go up 28-14 and I got
cocky (har har). I started talking to
Lisa real loud about how I regretted
the no nudity clause and how my dare
would be so much better if he were naked. Me and my big mouth! Scott sat
there and took it but then a couple of
minutes later when SC scored to make
it 28-21, he looked across the table at
me and said, “Okay, Carin, put your bet
where your mouth is, let’s take off the rule about being naked.” “No
problem, Scott, hope it’s warm the day
you do your dare, I wouldn’t want
you to be embarrassed!” Lisa and I
were laughing and having a great time
when SC scored again just a few minutes later! Oh shit, now the game
was tied 28-28 and it wasn’t as much
fun anymore. The fourth quarter was
real nail-biter (especially for me, why
did I have to open my big fat mouth
about being naked), but in the end Clemson lost 31-28. Oh my god. Lisa
was still having a great time only now
she was laughing at me. I was going
to have to do a dare for Scott and
nudity was allowed. So, a week or two goes by and we’re
getting ready to head home for
Christmas break. I’ve been pretty quiet
for the past couple of weeks and I’ve
about decided that Scott is either
waiting until after break or maybe he’s forgotten about it (we all ended up
getting really trashed that night). No
such luck! The day before we’re
supposed to head home, I get a note
from Scott. He informs me that we’re
double dating to dinner that night and I will be informed about the conditions
of my dare. I talked with Lisa about it
and she told me that I had to go
through with it and that knowing Scott
and how hard I had ragged on him
before the game that it would be pretty embarrassing, but that I would
get over it and she would make sure
things didn’t get out of hand. After a
while, we talked about what to wear
and she said that she probably wasn’t
supposed to tell me, but that Bill had told her we were going to a local
fondue restaurant (very expensive). I
got a little mad at that since dinner for
two there was almost as much as a
month’s rent! I still didn’t realize just
how set up I’d been, but I would figure it out pretty quickly. Anyway,
Lisa and I decided that we would both
wear these really hot little mini-skirts. I
also decided to wear a silk blouse that
I have that’s so low cut that I have to
go braless with it. I looked pretty damn good if I do say so myself! 😉 So we get to the restaurant and it
seems like Scott knows a few of the
wait staff there. We end up in this little
booth in the back corner of the
restaurant (they call it the sweetheart
booth) that you can’t see into unless you come around this little corner. Our
waitress (Jill) comes over and asks us
for our drink orders and drops off the
menus. After she leaves, Scott takes a
deep breath, looks at me and says,
“Well, I guess you’re wondering what you’ll have to do for your dare. Please
go to the restroom and remove your
panties and give them to me. You have
to bring them back to me in your hand
and visible, you cannot put them in
your purse and you can’t ball them up and hide them. When you get back,
you will stand next to the both and
hike up your skirt to prove that you
have completed the assignment. You
will then sit down at the end of the
booth without replacing your skirt. At any time, anyone can ask you to
pirouette and you must stand up, turn
a full circle and curtsey before sitting
back down. Your skirt must remain
above your waist for all of dinner and
desert. Once the bill is paid, you may replace your skirt (but not your
panties, those are mine to keep in
memory of SC’s victory) and part one
of your dare will be complete. At that
time, I will tell you about part two of
your dare.” “What! What do you mean, part one and part two?! How many
parts are there!?” “Four”, he said.
“Forget it, I didn’t agree to a four part
dare. The rule was one dare and there
is no way I am taking off my panties
and sitting through dinner with everything hanging out for anybody
to see. That’s just crazy. The dare was
supposed to be done at the apartment
anyway. Lisa, help me out here.” I was
pretty pissed because I felt like I was
being taken advantage of and after I’d been nice enough to let him off the
hook on the money (of course, as it
turned out, I was the one who
would’ve paid, but still). Then I got the
next clue that things weren’t as they
seemed (I still didn’t get it though), Lisa said, “Carin, I can’t believe that
you’re trying to welch out on your bet.
There was no rule about doing it at the
apartment and as long as all four parts
can be done tonight, I don’t see why
they can’t count as one dare. You’re being a wuss. At least we’re sitting
back here where no one can see us.” I
couldn’t believe that she turned on me
like that! About that time, Jill came
back with our first round of drinks
and to see if we were ready to order. Scott told her that there was a slight
problem and that we might not be
staying for dinner. She acted a little pissed and said that if
we were leaving we should do it soon
since they had a waiting list and she
could use a table for dinner (bigger
tip, I guess). Scott apologized and said
we would have it straightened out quickly and she left. Well, long story
short, it wasn’t too quickly, but
somehow eventually they talked me
into it! I looked at Lisa and asked her if
she would go to the bathroom with!
me and she said I should wait until we put in our order. I told her that if I
didn’t do it now, I was afraid I would
chicken out and that I probably
wouldn’t eat much anyway and to just
order for me. She asked Bill to scoot
over and let her out and Bill said no! He said that this was my dare and that
I should do it myself. I was close to
tears as Scott stood up to let me out. I
slowly got up and walked to the
bathroom. On the way there I passed
Jill and she asked if everything was all right and would we be staying? I was
so upset, I just sort of started crying
and she rushed me to the bathroom.
She turned out to be really cool (I
thought!) and I actually ended up
telling her about the dare! She started laughing and said something about
“the good old sweetheart booth”. She
told me that hardly a weekend goes
by that she doesn’t see someone
either naked or close to it back there
in that booth. She thinks it’s funny as hell and told me to quit worrying
about and just have as much fun with
it as I could. Either way, it would all be
over soon. She left to go take care of
her tables and I fixed my makeup,
took a deep breath, and pulled my panties down from under my skirt. I
started to put them in my purse, when
I remembered that I had to walk back
to the table with them in my hand! I
started shaking just a little bit, but
decided to get it over with as quickly as possible. I pushed the door open
and almost hit some girl in the face
with my panties! I was probably nine
shades of red as I put my hand down
by my side as quickly as I could and
apologized to her and took off for our table! On the way there, I kept the
panties out, but just held my hand
down and I don’t think anybody saw
them. As I turned the corner to go
back to the booth, Jill was just coming
out. I smiled at her and kind of moved my hand so she could see the panties.
She winked at me and gave me a little
thumbs-up as she moved past me. Once I came around the corner,
conversation stopped. I was
beginning to really blush again as I
handed Scott my panties. He didn’t do
anything crude like sniff them or
anything; he just looked at them and then put them in his pocket. Then he
turned back to look at me. Actually,
everyone at the table was looking at
me! I started to protest that I didn’t
really want to do this, but the look on
Scott’s face stopped me. It was like he was waiting for me to beg him to get
out of this. I started to get a little mad,
what did I have to be embarrassed
about? I have an awesome body and
in any other circumstance, he would
be begging me to look at it! So, I smiled at Lisa and slowly raised my
skirt up above my waist and stood
there so that everyone could see I was
now naked from the waist down. Scott
nodded his head slowly and said,
“Thanks, now please pirouette and you can sit down.” Oh shit! I forgot
about that. So, not only was I standing
like this now, I would have to! do this
every time someone said “Pirouette”.
So, I turned around slowly, did my
curtsey and then sat down. The booth was really cold on my bare bottom
which acted like a constant reminder
that I was naked down there. The
table was far enough away from the
back of the bench that you could
easily see my hiked up skirt and the little landing strip of hair on my pussy.
A second round of drinks had come
while I was in the bathroom and I
started to get my drink on. Scott did
his best to be charming (sneaky
bastard ; ) and I was really starting to enjoy myself (and forget that I was
naked from the waist down) when
suddenly Bill said “Pirouette!”
Everybody stopped talking as I stood
up turned around and sat back down.
“You forgot to curtsey” said Lisa. Damn it. Who’s side was she on anyway? (I
would find out that it wasn’t mine!) So,
I got back up and did the whole thing
over again, curtseyed and sat back
down. Just as I sat down, Jill came
around the corner with our salads. She sat them down on the table and left
without saying a word which seemed
a little weird to me since she knew all
about it. Anyway, we were sitting
there talking (and I’d done a few more
pirouettes, one from Lisa, the bitch!) when suddenly Jill and another
woman came around the corner. Jill
said, “This is my manager, Kate. She’d
like to talk to you about your little
game.” Oh shit! To be continued?

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The continuing story of a chat room encounter leading to romance between 2 young women and some friends

I hope you all like the second part of my story. Any feed back would be greatly appreciated.

Julie spent the following hour tending to Rachel’s beautiful, but bruised, body, gently rubbing soothing baby oils and lotions into her skin. “Oh my little baby,” she said. “I really do love you so very much.”
“And I love you too, my sexy Mistress,” replied Rachel. She had wondered how Julie could treat her so cruel, and how she, Rachel, had allowed her to do so. But, she had had two wonderful orgasms while Julie had spanked and whipped her, and, she reasoned, she had told Julie that she could do anything she wanted in all their erotic conversations in the chat room before they met. And although initially the pain had been intense, once she had passed through the pain barrier, it had been a real turn on as her wet pussy revealed. Julie put her hand on Rachel’s inner thighs and felt the moisture that had trickled down from her lover’s pussy. As she slid her hand up, Rachel parted her legs to allow her mistress access to her wet pussy lips. But Julie’s hands passed over her pussy and came to rest on Rachel’s short, soft curly hair which she stroked and then twirled around her fingers. “You have such soft hair, my baby, but I want you completely smooth just there,” Julie said softly. “Follow me to the kitchen.”
Remembering Julie’s house rules, Rachel made no attempt to put on any clothes, and meekly followed Julie to the kitchen. “Get onto the table,” Julie commanded, “and lie down.” Stepping onto a chair, Rachel climbed onto the white kitchen table and obediently lay on her back. The table was barely long enough to accommodate Rachel’s body, and her lower legs hung over the edge. Rachel winced as her bruised body touched the table. Thoughtfully, Julie fetched a cushion and placed it under Rachel’s head so that she would be more comfortable. “Now, spread your gorgeous legs, darling.” Rachel did so immediately. She drew her breath in as she felt the touch of cold metal on her skin. Julie was holding a pair of kitchen scissors against her. She shivered in anticipation of what Julie was about to do and felt her pussy juices trickling down between her legs.
“Wow baby,” whispered Julie. “It doesn’t take much to turn you on, does it?” Rachel smiled. “Not when you are about to trim my quim,” replied Rachel. As she spoke, Julie began to use the scissors on Rachel’s soft curly hair. She soon had it trimmed and stood admiring her handiwork for a moment before reaching for her ladyshave so that she could finish the job properly. As she started to run the shaver gently over what remained of Rachel’s hair, she saw Rachel’s body shake as she climaxed. “Oh my god,” exclaimed Julie, “I didn’t realise you were that close, darling.” She dipped her finger into the copious juices emerging from Rachel’s lips and immediately put it into her mouth to savour the wonderful taste. Brushing away the remnants of Rachel’s pubic hair, Julie lowered her head to lick her girlfriend’s delicious wet pussy lips. Gently she probed Rachel’s pussy with her long tongue sending shivers of pleasure through her body. As she drew the wonderful honey from Rachel’s pussy, she ran a fingertip over her hard clit, sending further waves of pleasure through Rachel’s body.
Rachel had never before experienced such intense sexual pleasure. She put her hands on Julie’s head, pressing it hard against her pussy in an attempt to urge her lover’s tongue even deeper into her. At the same time, she thrust her body up to try to achieve the same objective. She was breathing harder and faster as she approached yet another orgasm. Finally she climaxed, and so intense was the orgasm that she blacked out for a few seconds. She came round to feel Julie gently slapping her face. “You had me worried there for a minute,” said Julie. “Are you ok baby?”
“Oh yes, Julie. I’m more than ok darling,” she gasped. “That was incredible. Thank you, Julie. Oh I do love you so, so much.”
“I love you too baby,” Julie replied, kissing Rachel passionately on the mouth. “Go and have a shower now, darling, and give me a shout if you need any help. I need to prepare something for us to eat”
“I’d sooner eat you the way you’ve just eaten me,” said Rachel.
“Oh, you will get the chance to do that very soon, baby,” replied Julie, “and if you don’t do it to my satisfaction, you will have to be punished.”
“Oh yes please,” said Rachel. “Do anything you want to me.”
“I will, don’t worry. Now go and have a shower.”

After her shower, Rachel returned to the kitchen and stood until Julie told her that she could sit. As they ate the food that Julie had prepared for them, Julie told Rachel “I’m having two friends over this evening, baby. I’ve told them all about you and they’re dying to meet you. I want you to wear your white leather boots for me.”
“Yes Julie, I will. What else do you want me to wear?”
“Nothing, baby.”
“Oh my god. What are their names, and what do they look like?”
“Kate and Lisa. Kate’s 5 foot 3 with long blonde hair and green eyes. Lisa’s 5 foot 7 with long black hair and blue eyes. They both love wearing 7 inch heels”
“Are they gay, Julie?”
“No. They’re bi.”
“Are they together? Have you ever had sex with them?”
“Yes, Rache, they live together. I’ve never had sex with them, but you’re going to while I watch. While they are both here, you will address me as ‘Mistress’ or ‘Mistress Julie’ and you will address them in a similar manner.”
“Yes, Julie. Thank you, Julie.”
“Now, please clear the table, Rache, and then bend across it with your legs spread wide.”
Rachel quickly did as she had been instructed, and assumed the position that Julie had asked, her bum raised slightly towards her lover. She felt the familiar wetness in her pussy as she anticipated what she hoped was to follow. But she was to be disappointed. She felt Julie’s soft hands on the cheeks of her bum, gently caressing them in a circular motion once again making her shiver with delight. She then felt Julie’s hands spreading her cheeks and her finger probing the entrance to her hole. All too soon, the wonderful touch of her lover stopped. Suddenly, she felt something cold and wet around her rear entrance as Julie squeezed some lubricant there. She gasped as Julie worked it into her hole with her middle finger, stretching her entrance.
Julie took a butt plug from the kitchen worktop. She had bought three of them, all different sizes, a few days ago after she had learned that Rachel was going to leave home. She put it in her mouth to moisten it with her saliva, then pushed it into Rachel’s waiting hole. But it was too small, and popped out as Rachel’s muscles fought against the intrusion. She picked another, bigger one, moistened that with her mouth, and slowly inserted it. This time, the fit was perfect, and Julie quickly fastened it in place with straps around the top of Rachel’s hips and the tops of her thighs. She fetched Rachel’s white leather high heeled boots and slipped them onto her legs.
“Go and kneel by the front door until my friends arrive, Rachel. Then show them into the lounge and come and kneel by my chair facing them with your legs spread so you are displaying yourself to them. You will make no effort to resist them should they wish to examine or touch your body,” Julie ordered.
“Yes, Julie, anything for you,” replied Rachel.
Rachel went to the front door and knelt on the rough mat to await the arrival of Julie’s guests. She knew that she would have to remain there, motionless, for a few hours and realised that this was part of her training. She wanted to please Julie and demonstrate her complete obedience and love, and so she waited by the door with her head bowed as Julie made her preparations for her visitors.

The afternoon passed slowly for Rachel. Her legs grew numb, her butt plug was uncomfortable, and she desperately needed to relieve her bladder. But she knew that she had to remain where she was, completely motionless, to please her lover, girlfriend and mistress. Eventually, the doorbell rang, and Rachel struggled to fight the numbness in her legs as she stood and opened the door, her head still bowed in servitude. Kate and Lisa looked at the vision before them.
“Wow,” exclaimed Lisa. “You’re even more beautiful than Julie told us.”
“Thank you, Mistress Lisa,” said Rachel, her eyes on her black leather boots with their 7 inch heels and chains up the sides.
“Julie told us that you’d be dressed up for us,” said Kate. “I really love the way she’s dressed you in just your boots.”
“Thank you, Mistress Kate,” said Rachel as she looked at her pink thigh boots with 7 inch metal heels.
The two girls stepped into the hall and ran their hands over Rachel’s naked body. Kate put her hand under Rachel’s chin and raised her face as she put her lips to Rachel’s. Her tongue parted Rachel’s lips and explored the girl’s mouth while her other hand went to her left breast and squeezed Rachel’s nipple hard. Meanwhile, one of Lisa’s hands was on her right breast with her other touching Rachel’s wet pussy lips. Rachel was enjoying the attention of the two girls, but suddenly realised that the front door was still wide open allowing any passers-by a free sex display. She blushed at the thought, but knew that she mustn’t move to close the door until Lisa and Kate had finished lavishing all their attention on her body. The sound of some cat-calls and whistles drew Lisa and Kate’s attention to this fact, so they moved back onto the doorstep taking Rachel with them, stepping to each side of her to give spectators a full frontal view of her body as they fingered her pussy and pinched her nipples hard. They continued for several minutes as the crowd grew until Rachel climaxed, her screams of ecstasy reaching far into the evening air. With this earth shattering climax, Rachel lost all control of her bodily functions and felt her bladder emptying onto the doorstep while the crowd watched, laughing and applauding.
“You dirty slut,” exclaimed Kate.
“We ought to make you clean up your mess with your tongue,” added Lisa.
“Please, no,” squealed Rachel thoroughly humiliated at her accident. “I’ll do anything you say, but please don’t make me do that.”
The two girls thought for a moment, and decided that the crowd in the street had been provided with sufficient entertainment for one evening. Besides, they couldn’t wait to be alone with this beautiful girl and see just how far they could push her into doing whatever they wanted. They ushered her inside the house, closing the front door behind them.
Attempting to regain her composure, Rachel led Lisa and Kate into the lounge where Julie was waiting. As Julie’s two friends sat down on the sofa, Rachel obediently made her way to kneel in front of Julie, settling back onto her heels and spreading her legs wide so that Lisa and Kate had a good view of her exposed sex. Julie raised her legs and placed them on Rachel’s shoulders.
“What do you think of my little girlfriend?” she asked.
“She’s gorgeous,” replied Kate, and Lisa nodded in agreement. “We love the way you’ve dressed her for us. She just told us that she’ll do anything we want, if that’s ok with you, Julie.”
“Of course it is,” Julie confirmed. “The only thing you may NOT do, is take her virginity. I want that pleasure for myself.”
“Is she really a virgin?” Lisa asked.
“Yes, she is,” Julie replied.
“Oh wow,” from both girls.
“Come over here,” Lisa ordered.
Julie remover her legs from Rachel’s shoulders and added, “On your hands and knees, Rachel.”
“Yes Mistress.”
Rachel crawled over to Lisa, who grabbed hold of her and pulled her up over her lap. She undid the straps holding Rachel’s butt plug and slowly pulled it out. She offered it to Rachel.
“Suck it clean,” she demanded.
Rachel saw that it had a light smearing of her waste material, but knew that she had to obey. She grimaced as she opened her mouth and allowed Lisa to slip it between her lips. She sucked it and almost vomited at the disgusting taste.
“Keep it in your mouth,” Lisa ordered as she started to spank Rachel’s bruised bum with her hand. “If you let it fall out, I’ll spank you even harder.” Rachel bit down hard on the plug to ensure that it remained in her mouth as Lisa spanked her bum hard. Although initially she found it extremely painful so soon after the punishment she had received from Julie earlier in the day, it wasn’t long before she started to enjoy it and discovered that it was making her extremely horny. The tears that she was crying were no longer tears of pain. Now they were tears of ecstasy. Seeing Rachel’s tears, Julie came over to Rachel and kissed and licked them away, relishing the exquisite saltiness.
Meanwhile, Kate was also becoming extremely turned on by what her girlfriend was doing to Rachel. She slipped her hand under her skirt and started to finger her pussy lips through her thin panties which were already soaked with her juices. Pulling her panties to one side, she inserted two fingers into her pussy and began to slowly finger fuck herself. When Lisa saw what Kate was doing, she stopped spanking Rachel’s bum and removed the butt plug from her mouth.
“Kneel in front of Kate, and help her off with her panties. When you’ve done that, put your head between Kate’s thighs and eat her pussy,” she commanded.
Rachel was now so turned on, she needed very little encouragement to tongue fuck Lisa’s girlfriend, and couldn’t believe how sweet she tasted. Lisa reached got up from the sofa and sat down on the floor behind Rachel. She moved her feet towards Rachel’s bum, sliding her right heel up and down Rachel’s crack. Instinctively, Rachel opened her legs as far as her position would allow and thrust her bum backwards towards Lisa. Slowly, Lisa slipped her thin 7 inch heel inside Rachel’s hole.
“Oh yes,” Julie exclaimed. “Fuck my baby’s arse with your heel, Lisa.” She took hold of Lisa’s leg and helped her slide her heel in and out of Rachel’s hole. Rachel was in heaven. She was lapping up Kate’s copious juices as she was having her arse fucked. She was moving closer to yet another climax, and she realised that Kate was too. Unable to resist the temptation, she moved her thumb over Kate’s wet lips and onto her clit to hasten the girl’s climax. Lisa’s heel was working its magic, and as Rachel started to cum, she felt Kate’s orgasm on her tongue. Hungrily, she lapped up all of Kate’s honey, and collapsed with her head still between her legs.
“Did you enjoy that, Rache?” Julie enquired.
“Oh yes, Mistress,” she replied. “Thank you, Mistress Kate, for allowing me to eat your delicious pussy. Thank you, Mistress Lisa, for fucking my arse with your heels. May I lick them clean for you, Mistress?”
“Yes, Rache. Make a good job of it,” she replied as she presented her heel to Rachel’s waiting mouth.
“When you’ve cleaned Lisa’s heel, Rache, I want you to come and have a shower with me,” Kate said. “We need to clean ourselves up before we continue this evening’s entertainment.”

To be continued????????

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The futa is invited to a secret lesbian club of naughty teachers and hot students. She’s in for one wild surprise!

Futa’s Wild Passion

Chapter Sixteen: Futa Joins the Lesbian Club

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note: Thanks to FallenAngelX00 for beta reading this!

I shuddered at the sight of the lesbian passion raging in the dean’s office. It was a scene of lesbian debauchery that shouldn’t be found in any college’s administration wing and yet I was so glad to see it.

Just as Dean Washington had told me, there was a group of lesbian staff who enjoyed seducing us nubile coed into sapphic passion. I had been looking forward to this since Monday. Now it was Thursday, and here I was to join one of the meetings in progress.

Everyone was naked in the room. Coach Clarkson, who I had a feeling had wanted to slip into the private room where I showered after PE the last three days and had fun with me, sat perched on the dean’s desk. She had her legs spread wide and…

“Heather!” I gasped, spotting my fellow classmate and her bubbly ass shaking as she ate out the coach. “You’re in the group?”

“Uh-huh!” moaned Heather. She was in PE with me and her cute rump made me so hard when she stretched before me. “Mmm, you have to try the coach’s pussy. It’s yummy.”

Coach Clarkson had an athletic form that looked delicious as she shuddered in delight. Her eyes were hot and smoky on me. Her round boobs jiggled as the nineteen-year-old girl devoured her twat. My pussy grew so hot and juicy, cream soaking my panties while my futa-dick throbbed and swelled to my fullest erection.

Then I got another surprise. My friend Briana was here. She was bent over and had her face planted between the butt-cheeks of the college’s secretary. My friend rimmed out the older woman, feasting on her while shaking her rear.

“Briana?” I gasped.

My friend ripped her head up, her long, black hair sweeping about her flushed face. Her round breasts jiggled. “Welcome to the club! I’m so glad you decided to join. I never thought you would before you became a futa. I’m so glad! We’re going to be fuck buddies!”

“Yes, we are,” I said as she buried her face back into the secretary’s rump.

The only girl who didn’t shock me being here was Kathy Greene, my little sister’s sexually adventurous friend. The eighteen-year-old girl had her head buried between Dean Washington’s thighs. She sat on her chair rolled out to the side of her desk. Her naked, ebony breasts heaved. They were large, a gold cross glinting between their dark slopes. The Black woman’s face twisted in delight as the naughty minx ate her out.

Kathy’s mother also was good at eating pussy. My dick throbbed as I stared at Kathy Greene’s pussy, eager to try out her cunt after enjoying her mother’s twat. Mrs. Greene taught my English class and yesterday, we’d hooked up. She’d just had Kathy’s younger sister and the woman’s breast milk was delicious.

There were a few other professors on the side of the office, women who I sort of knew but who didn’t teach my classes. There were girls eating them out, cute girls, who were older than me. Juniors and seniors that I didn’t know that well. One was a cheerleader, I think, her red hair gathered in a braid.

“This is amazing,” I said, the scent of hot pussy filling the air. This naughty club of professors molesting schoolgirls had my cunt dripping.

“Get naked,” moaned Dean Washington, her face contorting. “Oh, yes, Kathy, make me cum as I watch Jenny strip naked!”

“Gladly!” Kathy moaned, her cute rump wiggling. Though it had nothing on Heather’s delicious, bubbly ass, it still was a delight to stare at.

I stripped off naked as the sounds of feminine passion echoed around me. My heart pounded in my chest, pumping hot blood through me. My red hair danced and flew as I tore off my blouse. My round breasts heaved in my bra. That followed, landing on the floor with a collection of other clothing.

Dean Washington licked her lips. Coach Clarkson stared at me with hungry eyes as she held Heather’s face down to her cunt. The professors on the side all whimpered, roaming my body with their mature gazes.

My futa-dick throbbed as I dropped my skirt. It fell down my thighs, revealing my shaft tenting the front of my bikini-cut panties. They were a deep blue made of two triangles attached by cords that knotted at my hips. I tugged those knots and liberated my futa-cock.

It bounced down and bobbed before me. Precum flicked from the tip. Every watching woman moaned. The mature professors and sexy dean all stared at me as their orgasms built and built. I grabbed my futa-dick, stroking it, my pussy clenched.

“It’s a real cock!” groaned one of the professors. She had her blonde hair in a bun, glasses on her forehead. “Oh, my god, that’s hot!”

“I’ve never wanted to enjoy a cock before, but…” moaned Coach Clarkson. “I wish I had the courage to slip in and fuck you. I knew you were part of this group, but… but…”

“I wanted you to do that, Coach,” I moaned, staring at her. “I would have loved you so much.”

“Yes!” the woman gasped and then she shook, cumming on Heather’s face. The coach bucked and moaned through her bliss.

“Oh, she’s so perfect,” moaned the secretary. “Briana… Oh, yes, yes!”

Another woman, one of the professors, came while looking at me. It was so hot. My pussy throbbed and ached. I grinned at all of them. Dean Washington whimpered. Then she gasped out. The professors along the wall where all creaming their schoolgirls’ mouths.

It was so hot to be at the center of all these lusty lesbian and bi women’s attention. They were all so naughty to seduce these students, and now they all wanted me. I licked my lips, so eager for the fun that would happen.

“Fuck me first!” moaned Coach Clarkson. “Heather, please, please, let her get to my pussy.”

That bubbly ass wiggled for a moment, then Heather rose. She had pussy cream coating her mouth, her smile broad. Her boobs jiggled as she stepped aside and made a dramatic motion ushering me towards the coach’s furred muff.

“Who wants to sit on my face while Jenny fucks me?” gasped the coach, lowering herself onto her back.

“I do!” Briana moaned. “I’ve been wanting to play with Jenny all week, but some of our friends have been monopolizing her.”

“I’m dating Wendy,” I said. “And she should be invited her. She’s such a lesbian, she just doesn’t want to admit it. She needs help.”

“We’ll keep her in mind,” the dean said, still shuddering. “Ooh, Kathy, fist me now. I love feeling your hand in me.”

My pussy clenched. I was deflowered now after yesterday afternoon’s wild time at my mother’s work. Her dominating boss had taken my cherry with a strap-on. Of course, I’d fucked her harder and turned her into my bitch. I hoped Mom was having fun at work with the new and improved Ivana Petrov.

Brianna scrambled onto the desk as I moved in to fuck the coach’s furred muff. Her dark-blonde pubic hair gleamed with pussy juices. Heather smacked my rump as I passed her, then she darted over to the secretary to have her fun.

Briana settled on Coach Clarkson’s face. My friend’s long, black hair swayed down over her shoulders to her round boobs. She grabbed my cock and pulled me the last few inches to the coach’s juicy twat.

“Fuck her hard, Jenny!” she said, stroking me.

“Do Tina or Pita or Victoria know that you’re into girls?” I asked.

“I’m only into girls in the meetings,” she said, licking her lips as she settled herself down on Coach Clarkson’s face.

The naughty PE teacher grabbed my friend by the thighs and hauled Briana down. In a flash, Briana’s shaved twat was planted right on the coach’s hungry mouth. Her jaw moved. She licked my friend who shuddered and rubbed my cock into the coach’s silken bush.

“Fuck her hard!” Briana purred.

I grinned and did just that.

I thrust to the hilt into the coach’s pussy. My moans joined the others singing through the room. The professors on the side had switched schoolgirls, the blonde woman now getting eaten out by the cheerleader. My futa-cock sank deep into the coach’s perky cunt. Her twat squeezed down around me while the pleasure soaked to my pussy.

Briana grinned at me. Her hands went to my boobs. She gripped my round tatas as I drew back my hips. Pleasure surged down my shaft and through my body while my friend’s thumbs swept over my tits and rubbed my nipples. She pushed them into my areolas, sending delight rippling down to my snatch.

I cupped her face and kissed her as I rammed back into the coach’s tight cunt.

Briana’s lips had that wonderful taste of sour ass on her lips. I shuddered, savoring that delight. Our tongues danced together. My tongue darted over hers. She kissed me back with such hunger. My dick twitched and throbbed in the embrace of the coach’s snatch.

“Mmm, Kelly, let me eat that ass,” Dean Washington said.

“You know what I like!” my professor’s daughter moaned. I couldn’t wait to fuck Kelly, too. Another mother/daughter pair to enjoy. Allie and our mother. Pita and her sexy mom.

What would Wendy’s mom be like? Her parents were hardcore conservatives, but… You never knew.

I thrust hard and fast into Coach Clarkson, animated by that idea. She groaned into Briana’s pussy who moaned into our kiss. My friend’s thumbs rubbed my nipples in hard circles while her fingers kneaded my tits. Pleasure rushed down my futa-cock, feeding the growing heat in my pussy.

I had my tongue thrust so deep into Briana’s mouth I was playing with her tonsils. I loved the sour flavor of the secretary’s ass on her mouth. It mixed with the delight of her massaging thumbs and the coach’s silky pussy.

I was in heaven. Every futa needed to find a club of depraved lesbians.

I pumped away hard and fast at the pussy that held me. The coach’s snatch gripped me. The pleasure was intense. It rushed through me. Pussy juices soaked my fiery bush while I pounded her, my orgasm building faster and faster.

My tongue danced with Briana’s. My hands slid down from her face to her shoulders. I gripped them for a moment then went lower. I reached her round breasts. I massaged her perky tits as we whimpered into her kiss, the coach pleasing us both: my cock and Briana’s pussy.

I shuddered, slamming hard into Coach Clarkson. I buried into her cunt over and over, reveling in the silky grip of her twat around my dick. The pleasure surged through me. This heady rush that built and built my orgasm. I came closer and closer to my eruption. To that wonderful moment when I would spurt all my jizz into the coach’s cunt.

I pumped away hard and fast. Her silky snatch massaged me. Was heaven. My pussy juices dripped down my thighs, overwhelming my bush. My tongue darted with my friend’s. My fingers round her nipples.

She broke the kiss and moaned, “Is the coach making you cum?”

“Yes!” I gasped. “I have my clit-dick in her! It’s intense!”

“Her tongue’s reaching so deep into me,” Briana whimpered. Her face contorted. “Oh, god, Jenny, I’m going to cream her face.”

“Do it!” moaned the coach.

“Yes, yes, just gush out all those juices!” I panted, my hips thrusting away hard and fast. “It’ll be so hot.”

My friend nodded, delight burning in her eyes. She squeezed my boobs tight, her fingers massaging me. This heady rush shot through me as I pumped my dick deep into Coach Clarkson’s snatch. I fucked her hard and fast.

Her pussy held me so tight, the ache building and building. My dick buried into her cunt and my ovaries almost erupted. I was so close. I thrust hard and fast. I slammed to the hilt in her, chasing my orgasmic high.

“Yes!” Briana gasped. Her head threw back. Her tits jiggled in my hand while her thumbs pressed my nipples deep into my tits. “Coach Clarkson, yes!”

My friend gasped and shuddered. Her hips wiggled from side to side. Her orgasmic moans echoed through the room. It was clear she was cumming hard. It was so hot to witness. Her hair danced about her head. Her moans echoed through the room.

“Damn!” I groaned, loving the pleasure on her face.

Other moans echoed. Kelly was gasping about having her ass eaten. Heather whimpered. The professors moaned, grinding on the schoolgirl sirens feasting away at mature twats. My futa-dick twitched. Throbbed.

Erupted.

“Oh, yes, yes!” I gasped. “I love being a futa!”

“Are you cumming in her?” Briana asked, her dark eyes glossy with passion.

“Yes!”

My futa-cum pumped into the coach’s pussy. Hard spurts that had my pussy convulsing. I ached to have something in me. A dildo filling my snatch. I whimpered as my cum kept firing. Kept erupting. Kept spurting hot cream into my coach’s pussy.

“Fuck!” she moaned and then her pussy went wild.

“Coach Clarkson!” I whimpered as she milked my cock with her spasming pussy.

“She’s cumming in me!”

“Oh, that’s hot!” Briana moaned, trembling as she climaxed.

“Hot, hot, hot!” Kathy moaned near us. “Pump her full of cum, then it’s time for your surprise.”

The import of those words hardly registered. I was in the grip of my orgasmic euphoria. My cum fired out of my cock in fast, hard spurts. They basted my coach’s spasming pussy. My pleasure soared higher and higher.

I hit those mighty peaks of rapture. I swayed, my breasts rising and falling as I gasped for breath. My hands fell away from Briana’s tits. I didn’t even remember when she’d let go of mine. Too caught up in orgasmic delight.

The coach’s pussy worked out the last few drops of my orgasm, my cum swimming in her. Another woman or girl that I’d fucked without protection. Would I knock her up, too? I didn’t know. I just swayed and then pulled out of her.

“It’s time!” Kathy gasped, bouncing to her feet. “The hottest part of our club. You’re going to be bowled away, Jenny!”

“What?” I panted. “Is your mom part of the club?”

Kathy shot me a weird look then her eyes widened. “You haven’t?”

A sheepish grin crossed my face.

“Huh, go Mom, I guess.” Kathy shook her head, maybe weird out by her mother having sex or that her mom had cheated on her father. Then the girl darted to the door and opened it. “Ta-da.”

I nearly fainted at what I saw.

“No way,” I said. I rubbed my eyes. I had to make sure.

Nope, they were still there.

“She looks pretty surprised,” smirked one of the two impossible sights before me.

“I’ll say,” the other said, a big smile on her lips. “Jenny, Jenny, Jenny, I know this is shocking but… We’re lovers.”

My jaw dropped.

My older sisters stood before me. The twins!

Tara and Sara were as naked as me, their large breasts rising and falling with their excited breasts. They held each other, pressed tight, one twin’s right boob pressing into the side of the other’s left. Their nipples were hard, the same shade of pink as Allie’s and mine. They both had green eyes and blonde hair, one twin’s parted on the right, the others on the left. The hair was to help people tell them apart, which was almost impossible otherwise. But there were subtle differences in their faces when you knew them as well as I did.

Tara stood on the right. My eyes fell down to her pussy and that gold ring I’d seen on the spy footage Allie had taken of the twins. She’d put some sort of malware on their laptops to remote access their webcams. We did it because Allie was positive Tara and Sara were lovers and wanted proof.

But nothing had happened. They didn’t even so much as share a lingering kiss goodnight the two times we watched. Not even alone, about to slip in bed, had they revealed that they were lovers. So it flabbergasted me to see them here.

“Yep, she’s stunned,” Sara said. She fingered one of the gold rings piercing her nipples. That was another, and even naughtier, way to tell the twins apart. “I hope you can understand. I know people think incest is wrong.”

“It’s a beautiful thing,” Dean Washington said. “Especially between twin girls. I hope you’re not freaked out, Jenny.”

The dean’s hands grabbed my shoulders. She massaged them while she pressed into me from behind. Her nipples rubbed across my back as she nuzzled into my red hair. Her lips were inches from my ear.

“I seduced them when they were the same age as you. Cute sophomores who’d never even had sex, let alone with women. Or each other. The first time they sixty-nined was a thing of beauty. I made a film of it. I’ll burn you a DVD.”

“But… but…” I struggled to work out my thoughts.

“Yep,” said Sara, twisting her nipple piercing. “Please don’t freak out, Jenny. We want to have sex with you. Even before you became a futa, and now…”

“Now we really do,” whimpered Tara. She reached across her body to cup her twin’s—our sister’s—other breast. “Will you… make love to us?”

“We’ve been hearing about your adventures here on campus,” Sara added, both her nipple rings being played with now. “It’s made us so wet. We’ve been avoiding you, afraid we’d pounce you and ruin the surprise of today.”

“But Allie put that program on your laptops to spy on you!” I gasped. “We watched you two get ready for bed, and you didn’t do anything!”

“Yeah, we know she put spyware on our computers,” Tara said, her eyes narrowing with annoyance. “That little brat’s been onto us for a year. It’s made us so hard to get together at home. We can’t let her find out and blab to mom and…” She trailed off as I started laughing.

Hysterical laughter.

“What?” Sara asked.

“Allie… she…” I struggled to speak through my chortles. It was all so dumb and so funny at the same time. “She… totally into… incest… She… oh, god.”

“Wait, what?” Tara gasped.

“Into incest?” Sara added, both twins looking shocked.

“Ooh, Allie’s naughty,” said Kathy. “I tell her about sex stuff all the time. She’s so eager to learn. She wants to be ready for the person she’s got a crush on.”

“Me,” I said, finally catching my breath and stopped laughing. My face burned bright. I didn’t have to hide this any longer. “Allie’s got a crush on me. We’re lovers. We took each other’s virginities on Sunday after I became a futanari.”

It was my twin sisters’ turn to drop their jaws. Their hands fell away from Sara’s nipple piercings.

“We’ve been hiding from you two,” I said. “Afraid you’d find out. And then Mom joined us on Tuesday, and that’s made it even—”

“You’re fucking Mom!” the twins said in unison.

“Yeah,” I said. “Oh, god, if we knew you two were into incest, we could have had so much fun the last two nights. We were holding back, not wanting to let you know. We almost panicked when you came home on Tuesday. The pair of you walked right past us naked in the living room having our first threesome.”

“No,” Sara groaned. “We didn’t?”

“Fuck,” Tara said. “Naked? We were trying to avoid you…”

“Well,” Dean Washington purred, “what delectable bit of revelation this is.”

“It’s so hot that you’re banging your Mom, Jenny,” Kathy said. “I’d love to bang mine. Maybe you could help me out.”

“Maybe,” I said.

“And my dad. I’d love to bang him, too.”

“That’s all you.” I swallowed, staring at my older sisters. Their large breasts rose and fell. They were just as big as Mom’s but perkier. Firmer. Not that Mom’s weren’t amazing, but there was something hot about perky, young tits.

“Well, how about we put on a show for you?” said Tara. “I mean, we planned on sixty-nining to get you so hot and bothered you’d have to fuck us.”

“Yes, yes, do that,” I moaned. “I want to watch you two make love like that. It’ll be so hot.”

“Will you fuck me while they do?” asked Kathy. “I mean, don’t you want to try out my snatch after you’ve gotten into my mom’s pussy?”

“Yes, I do,” I moaned. “I want that so badly. It makes my dick just throb and ache.”

“Mmm, and I am going to get a strap-on and fuck you,” purred Dean Washington, her hands sliding around to cup my perky breasts. “How does that sound.”

My futa-dick almost erupted. “Perfect.”

The dean broke away from me. She sauntered away while I watched my twin sisters melt together in a kiss. Their identical breast came together, one set of nipples pierced by gold rings. They made out, their blonde locks swaying together. Their lips met and attacked each other with hungry lust.

My futa-cock throbbed and spasmed. My pussy clenched. A small hand grabbed my cock. I hardly noticed Kathy stroking me as I stared in awe at my older sisters making out with such enthusiasm. Their tongues danced together. Their bodies shuddered.

I licked my lips, the sight turning me on so much. My girl-cock throbbed in Kathy’s hand. She pumped up and down me faster as the twins moaned. They drifted into the office, kissing each other with hunger, grabbing the other’s ass.

“They are so hot together,” moaned Kathy. “Incest is the best.”

“That’s what Allie says,” I panted.

“She’s a great girl. I’ve wanted to get with her and…” Kathy grinned. “We’re going to have a threesome, aren’t we?”

“Maybe a foursome.” I shuddered. “I have to share you both with your mother, after all. Allie would love nursing from her.”

“Yes!” Kathy moaned. She glanced over her shoulder. “Ooh, the strap-on’s donned. Let’s get to it. I want you in me. You’re bigger than any guy I’ve fucked. I hope you don’t ruin me for dudes. I like muscled guys. You should see my dad! Such a stud.”

“I doubt I will,” I said. “Incest is the best.”

The twins nodded as they kissed. Then they broke away and stared at each other. They were having one of their “telepathic” moments. They had grown out of using their special twin language, but they were so close that they could share things with looks.

I guess it was to see who got to be on top as they sank down on the floor without any fuss, Tara stretching out on her back and Sara climbing on top. My futa-dick throbbed in Kathy’s hand as my older sisters came together in twincestuous passion. Sara planted her shaved twat on Tara’s face and dove for that pierced clit.

They squealed together.

The sounds of their licking rose above the other noises. Kathy fell to her hands and knees before me, staring right at my older sisters. I groaned and then dropped behind her. My big futa-dick, still wet with coach Clarkson’s pussy juices, bobbed. I smacked Kathy’s rump with it.

She giggled and wiggled that bum. She clearly wasn’t a stranger to being spanked. I bet she loved it when her daddy disciplined her.

I shuddered and, for the first time since becoming a futa, I thought about a guy. Not me fucking him or him fucking me, but Kathy’s dad fucking her. The idea swelled up to the tip of my cock. I hoped she got that chance.

I slid my cock down through her butt-cheeks, leaving a trail of pussy juices, and found her asshole. I pressed past that naughty hole and went for her pussy. As much as I wanted to fuck her sphincter, I was eager to try out her snatch.

Compare mother and daughter.

I crossed her taint to the black-haired girl’s juicy twat. I rubbed up and down the eighteen-year-old girl’s snatch. She groaned and pressed back into me. Her labia spread wide to swallow the tip of my cock.

“Oh, you’re big,” she moaned. “Fuck me while we watch the twins go at it!”

“Yes, fuck her,” purred Dean Washington. She was right behind me. Her strap-on’s tip nudged into my rump. “She’ll turn into a complete brat if you don’t.”

“I know a girl just like that,” I said and rammed forward.

Kathy groaned as I sank into her cunt. Her passion rose over the sounds of my older sisters feasting on each other. My crotch smacked into the girl’s rump, her tush rubbing into my fiery bush. I had my eyes locked on Tara and Sara as they loved each other.

It was such a beautiful sight.

Then I shuddered, feeling Kathy’s tight pussy around my dick. She had a hotter grip than her mother, but there was a certain similarity in how they gripped me. After having a few kids, Mrs. Greene wasn’t this tight, but her pussy still held my cock and gave me all the stimulation I craved.

And her daughter had me shuddering in rapture.

I drew back and smiled at the silky grip squeezing around my cock. The amazing pleasure rippled through me. An incredible delight that would have me gasping and shuddering. I slammed back into her depths, reveling in her pussy.

On my next pullback, Dean Washington’s dildo found my pussy lips. I shivered in delight as she nuzzled in. She rubbed against me. I whimpered, this wild rush shooting through my body. My cunt drooled in excitement as I slid my cunt back onto her shaft. She entered me with ease.

“You lost your cherry,” she moaned. “I wanted to take that.”

“Sorry, Dean!” I moaned. “My mom’s boss got it first. She’s a wild thing.”

“Ms. Petrov and you?” gasped Tara. “Oh, god, you went to work with Mom after classes yesterday…”

“Is Mom and Ms, Petrov…?” Sara asked, lifting her head from Tara’s snatch.

“They are,” I said. “Ms. Petrov’s a bitch and it’s so kinky. I’ll tell you later!”

“Oh, my, you have been a naughty futa,” moaned Dean Washington as she drove her dildo deep into my cunt.

I gasped and groaned, my pussy clenching onto her shaft while my clit-dick pumped away at Kathy’s tight cunt. The eighteen-year-old cutie rocked back into my strokes, working her pussy up and down my cock while Dean Washington hammered me from behind.

I groaned, the Black woman reaching around me to cup my round breasts. She kneaded my tits and fucked me hard with her dildo. Her boobs caressed my back. She moaned and gasped, savoring hammering my cunt while I did the same to Kathy’s twat.

My eyes watched my sisters. Sara’s ass clenched beneath Tara’s kneading fingers. They devoured each other, building to an orgasm just like me. I shuddered, knowing I was going to fuck my older sisters today.

It was such a heady rush. The last members of my family. Maybe I’d breed them, too.

Then it hit me. We didn’t have to hide anything. If Allie got pregnant, Mom wouldn’t be mad. The twins would understand. And if Mom or the twins came up preggers, well, that would be fine, too. We’d be such a happy family.

I thrust away hard and fast now. I fucked Kathy Greene’s cunt hard, my mind burning with such wicked, incestuous thoughts. The twins, Allie, and our mother were all pregnant in my mind, all clutching their round bellies.

“Oh, I want that!” I moaned, my pussy clenching down on Dean Washington’s thrusting cock. “I want that so badly!”

“What do you want, you naughty thing?” the dean purred.

“To cum!” I lied. “Yes, yes, fuck that dildo in and out of me!”

I pounded hard into Kathy’s tight cunt. The younger girl whimpered and moaned. She swirled her hips as she rocked back into me. Our flesh slapped together. Then Dean Washington’s crotch smacked into my butt. Her hands clenched on my breasts.

We drove ourselves to our orgasms just like the twins did. My moans mixed with the others’. Briana was getting eaten out by one of the professors now. The secretary and the coach fingered each other as they watched. The cheerleader sixty-nined with the third professor now, the duo loving each other as hard as my sisters did to each other.

It was all so delicious. So heady. The ache built and built in my ovaries. My pussy drank in the friction of Dean Washington’s thick dildo. I reveled in the silky glide of Kathy’s delicious cunt. All these heady sensations mixed in me.

“Oh, god, yes!” I moaned. “I’m going to cum in your pussy, Kathy!”

“You better!” groaned the eighteen-year-old girl. “Ooh, fire it in me. Flood me like you did my mom!”

“Yes!” hissed Dean Washington, digging her fingers into my tits as she pounded my cunt with her strap-on. Her bush rubbed into my ass every time she buried the toy into my depths. “Cum in the slut!”

She drove that dildo deep into me, the force of the Black dean’s thrust burying my futa-dick to the hilt in Kathy’s cunt. Her pussy convulsed. Went wild. Her flesh spasmed around my girl-cock. The rippling delight froze my thrusts.

I just stayed buried in her, enjoying her orgasming flesh rippling around me. Her cunt sucked at me while Dean Washington plunged her dildo into my pussy deep and hard. She buried into my depths. She plugged me hard and fast. It was incredible. The friction drove me closer and closer to erupting.

“Are you cumming!” the dean moaned, her fingers sliding up to pinch my nipples.

She twisted them.

I gasped, “Almost there. I… I…” Pleasure burst from my nipples. Kathy’s cunt sucked at my dick. Dean Washington’s dildo massaged my pussy. “Yes!”

My futa-cock erupted. Hot jizz pumped out of my dick. The pleasure surged through me as my cunt convulsed around the sex toy. It was incredible. An amazing rush as my ecstasy fired from my transformed clit and the rapture washed out of my writhing snatch.

I moaned and gasped as my dual pleasures burned through my mind. Kathy’s hungry snatch milked my pussy. Dean Washington’s dildo buried over and over into me. She fucked me hard and fast. She buried into me, stimulating me.

“Oh, that’s so good!” I moaned. “I’m cumming so hard!”

“Yes!” the dean moaned. She slammed her dildo into me and pinched my nipples hard. Her boobs rubbed into my back as she shook.

The three of us were cumming as my sisters rolled apart. Sara ended up on her back, her face smeared in pussy cream. So was Tara’s. Then she climbed onto Sara, the pair kissing, their pussies aimed in my direction. Tara’s pierced clit rubbed into Sara’s bud.

I groaned and said, “I get to fuck my sisters!”

“Yes, you do!” Dean Washington moaned.

“Yes, yes, fuck them hard!” gasped Kathy, her pussy working out the last of my cum. “Ooh, who wants to lick me clean!”

“You get that cunt on my face right now,” ordered the brown-haired professor. Was that Mrs. Johnson? Didn’t her husband teach shop?

How naughty.

Kathy crawled off my cock. I groaned as I popped out. My jizz followed. The brown-haired stretched out on her back in time for the eighteen-year-old hottie to sit down and plant her cum-filled snatch right on the married professor’s face.

I shuddered, pussy cream dripping from the end of my dick. Dean Washington pulled her strap-on out of my cunt and then looked around. “Briana, I want to fuck that tight ass of yours.”

“Yes, Dean Washington,” my friend said. She knelt down to have a perfect view of me and my older sisters. “Enjoy, Jenny.”

“I will,” I said then frowned. “You’ve had sex with my sisters before me. I never even knew and…” My eyes widened. “You were gone forever at my nineteenth birthday slumber party! You slipped off to have a threesome with them, didn’t you?”

“You noticed?” she said. “Thought everyone had passed out by then.”

I shuddered. I was learning so much about my family. On Sunday I didn’t know my twin sisters were lovers and part of a secret lesbian club at my college, that my Christian mother was the sub in a BDSM relationship with her dominatrix boss, nor that my bratty sister thought incest was the hottest thing in the world and wanted to kick start it in the family.

Was I the only normal one before I grew a dick?

I shook my head, pushing that thought down. It didn’t matter. I was a hot and wild futa now. I loved it. I wouldn’t change anything that had happened to me since Sunday. I was glad I had sex with my little sister, Pita, Wendy and Victoria, Dean Washington, Mrs. Asis, Mom, the salesgirl, Mrs. Greene, Ivana, and now I had added more lovers. Coach Clarkson, Kelly, and soon my older sisters.

What a wild life.

“Finally,” Tara said when I rubbed my cock into her pussy, nudging her clit piercing and stroking her labia.

“Oh, well, if you’re going to be like that,” I said, sounding like a brat. I slid my cock down to Sara’s pussy.

“What?” Tara gasped. “I’m the oldest.”

“I’m cuter,” Sara said.

“She’s also ahead of you in the alphabet,” I said and thrust into Sara’s pussy.

“Damn!” Tara moaned.

“Oh, yes!” Sara gasped.

I sank into my older sister’s pussy. Her silky snatch embraced me as I slid deeper and deeper. She gasped, her cunt clenching down on me. She grabbed Tara’s rump, holding tight to it while I dived to the hilt. My red bush rubbed into Tara’s cunt.

“How is she?” Tara asked.

Sara groaned.

“That good, huh?”

Instead of answering, they kissed. Sara’s fingers dug into Tara’s rump. The silky cunt clamped down on me. I reveled in being in my older sister’s snatch. But, were she and Tara were identical? I had to find out what my other sister felt like.

The last member of my family I needed to make love to.

I ripped my cock out of Sara’s cunt, shifted up, and buried into Tara’s. She moaned into their kiss while I sank into her snatch. I frowned. Their pussies didn’t feel identical. They were different, Tara’s caressing my cock in a new way.

Not bad, just different.

I drew back, sliding through her sheath, and then popped out, I shifted and buried into Sara. I groaned as I sank into her, feeling the way her pussy clenched. The spots she was tight. How she caressed my shaft’s tip. The incestuous pleasure flowed down my cock. I reveled in it, my cunt clenching tight. I pumped a few times in her while the twins kissed.

Then I was back into Tara’s pussy. She felt tight in the same spots, but it still wasn’t quite the same. Almost like mirrors of each other. I groaned as I pumped away at Tara’s cunt, plowing into my oldest sister for a few strokes with passion.

“You’re upside!” I gasped as I pulled out of Tara’s cunt and slammed into Sara’s.

Tara broke the kiss with our sister and threw a look over her shoulder, blonde hair dancing. “What? Upside down?”

“Your pussies!” I moaned, plowing into Sara’s cunt. She rubbed along the top of my cock the way Tara’s cunt did along the bottom. “They didn’t feel the same, so close, but it’s because Tara’s upside down. Or she’s not oriented right.”

“Wow,” groaned Tara. “We’re that identical, huh?”

“Yes!” I moaned and ripped out of Sara’s pussy to bury into Tara’s.

It was so sweet to go from twin to twin, sliding into identical cunt after identical cunt. Incestuous cunts. It was amazing to have this experience. I groaned, driving hard and deep into Tara’s pussy before burying to the hilt in Sara’s.

I fucked her delicious cunt, my crotch smacking into Tara’s pussy lips, before I was ripping out and plunging back into our oldest sister. It was so hot. So amazing. The few heartbeats I spent outside of pussy let my cock cool down just a smidge.

It prolonged the pleasure.

They were kissing, moaning, and grinding their clits together. They shared their pleasure, both enjoying my cock as much as I enjoyed their cunts. My pussy clenched every time I pulled out of one of their pussies and then rejoiced when I slid back into the other’s tight twat.

“That’s so hot to watch!” moaned Briana.

“Yes, it is,” gasped Coach Clarkson as she tribbed with the cheerleader.

“Mmm, fuck your sisters hard,” Dean Washington. “I’m going to lick out Sara’s cunt.”

“I get Tara’s!” the coach said.

“Sounds good!” I moaned, switching from Sara’s to Tara’s snatch.

My breasts heaved. They bounced before me as I fucked away hard and fast. My fiery curls danced. I loved this meeting. My moans echoed through the room, reverberating off the walls as I plowed into my sister’s hard. Fast.

The ache in my ovaries grew, matching the pressure at the tip of my girl-dick. My older sisters were bringing me to the brink of my orgasm so fast. I would be exploding soon. My cum just firing out of my cock and bathing their bodies.

It would be amazing.

My pussy dripped juices. I fucked hard and fast into my sisters’ cunts. Back and forth, the ache building. Their moans growing. I wasn’t the only one rising towards a climax. I stimulated the twins with my clit-dick.

“Oh, god, yes!” gasped Briana behind me. “Dean Washington!”

“Such a good, little anal slut!” hissed the dean.

“Coach Clarkson!” the cheerleader whimpered.

“Oh, yes, yes, Mrs. Johnson!” gasped Kelly, her small breasts jiggling. “Lick out all that cream. Ooh, you cleaned out the jizz so fast.”

I groaned as I hurtled towards that moment of eruption. I plunged into Sara’s pussy. I buried into her as her pussy convulsed. She bucked, squealing into her kiss with Tara. I shuddered at the feel of her sheath rippling around me.

It was intense. I wanted to cum.

Tara hadn’t.

I pulled my cock out of the spasming heaven of Sara’s cunt and rammed into the juicy heaven of Tara’s pussy. I slid deep into her and groaned at the wonderful delight of sinking all the way in her. I pulled back and thrust in again. And again. I was so close to cumming.

Tara beat me to it.

She ripped her mouth away from Sara’s lips to moan, “Jenny, yes, yes!”

“I’m cumming so hard, too!” Sara moaned.

“Flood your sisters!” hissed the dean. “Make sure you pump Sara’s cunt full of enough cum for me to enjoy.”

“Yes, Dean Washington!” I howled as I slammed back into my sister’s pussy.

I erupted into Tara.

My cum fired out of me. I shuddered, my pussy convulsing wildly. The ecstasy slammed through my body. An incestuous rush that came from fucking my older sisters. I whimpered, counting the squirts of jizz.

One. Two. Three. Switch.

The fourth blast splattered both their pussies then I buried into Sara’s convulsing twat. Her writhing flesh milked out the next few. I gasped and moaned, bucking through my rapture as I pumped my fertile seed into both my older sister’s pussies.

“So good!” I whimpered, Sara’s snatch milking me dry.

“Coach Clarkson, I got cum for you!” Tara moaned.

“Don’t worry, Dean Washington, Jenny pumped more than enough spunk in me. You’re going to get a feast.”

“Good,” moaned the dean. “I’m starving.”

I smiled and pulled out of my sister, buzzing from the joy of fucking both the twins. I had a moment to appreciate their pussies pressed together, Tara’s clit ring gleaming, with my cum dribbling out of their holes and splattered across their vulvas.

I’d fucked my entire family now. What a week.

Sadly, the lunch hour was up not long after that. I did get to become fuck buddies with my friend, Briana. She would be heading to class with an asshole full of my futa-cum. After I dressed, I took the twins’ arms and led them away.

“Tonight, we have to play a prank on Allie,” I said, a big grin on my face.

Tara and Sara both gave me interested looks. “Okay. What sort of prank?”

“Well, I was thinking…” I explained my idea to them. They both were nodding their heads in complete agreement.

“Can’t wait for you and Allie to get back from your study date over at Pita’s and…” Tara trailed off. “Are you and Allie going to have sex with Pita?”

I grinned. “And her mom.”

“I am impressed, Jenny.” Sara smiled at me. “You have really blossomed. I guess you’re not our kid sister any longer.”

“Neither is Allie,” said Tara, sounding a little stunned as she realized it. Then she smiled at me. “Well, it’ll give us some time to study ourselves before you two get home.”

“And by study…?” I arched my eyebrows.

“We mean study,” said Tara.

“We’re trying to get into a prestigious law school,” added Sara. “We’re not doing that if we don’t study. You should think about it, too. There’s more to life than sex.”

“Really? That’s not what my life’s been like.”

“Well, you are a futa.” Tara shuddered. “Tonight is going to be hot.”

To be continued…

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