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  • A Mother’s dissapointment

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    her daughter had been a very bad girl

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    Jill walked into what felt like a normal day at the office; the office surroundings gave no indication that it was the last day of work before the Christmas break. Their boss was a strict short man, who had no Christmas cheer about him. The workers knick named him Scrooge behind his back, due to the sheer lack of generosity especially at this time of year. Jill knew Scrooge had a bit of a thing for her, as he would always go beetroot red when he spoke to her. Jill thought she could exploit this on the last day by dressing provocatively, in hope her and her friends could finish early. Jill wore red high heels, with black waist high pantyhose, a mid thigh red skirt and low-cut style black top to show off her very ample cleavage. But scrooge didn’t even acknowledge her even though her trim figure was to die for.

    Jill had just heard from her boss, which she and the rest of the office were allowed to leave work early as the festive holidays were starting. She had been waiting for the news all day. She still had some filing to do but that could wait until after Xmas. Her work colleagues had asked if she wanted to go out for a drink, but she politely turned them down, after all she still had Xmas presents to wrap up, and with Lucy still being at school for a few more hours it would be the perfect chance to finish off Lucy’s gifts.

    On the way home the drive was quicker than usual, as she didn’t have to battle the 5pm rush and it was just after the lunch time rush as well. She couldn’t wait to get home, the house had been hectic over the last few weeks, with making arrangements for family coming to visit, buying gifts and getting the house pristine clean.

    Jill lived on the outside of town. The house was a large 7bedroom retreat, once renovated from a dilapidated bed and breakfast. Each bedroom in the house had its own en-suite, a large open plan kitchen, a dining room which was converted from an old bar. The house was festively decorated and had a wall of portraits in the main corridor of Jill and her family. Jill’s husband Derek was due back home in a week’s time. He worked away a lot with his job as an airline pilot and had been trying to convince Jill to become a kept wife, but Jill wanted her own independence.

    Jill arrived at her home, she had a couple of bags of groceries that she collected on the way back, from the local super market. As she stepped up to the front door she heard some noises. She panicked as no-one should be home but she could have sworn she heard voices. As the panicked swept over her so did her curiosity she slowly turned the key in the door and quietly opened the door. Jill crept silently into the house leaving the front door ajar. Jill approached the arch leading into the television room and seen Lucy and her boyfriend James kissing each other on the sofa. The panic passed and quickly turned to anger.

    Jill shouted “what are you doing? You little slut. James get out of here” James scarpered sheepishly out of the house like the cockroach he is. Lucy saw the rage in her mother’s eyes. Lucy tried to explain but her mother wouldn’t have any explanation. Lucy stood up her white blouse undone and hanging off her hard pink nipples. But Jill was thankful that Lucy had still kept her skirt on, she didn’t want her daughter to put out easy. “You call yourself my daughter, when you bunk off school! You should be ashamed of yourself. I hope for your sake your wearing some underwear under that skirt.” Lucy started to sob and answered “no mum, I’m sorry.” “You what” screamed Jill “get up them stairs now, into your room, I’ll be up shortly.”

    Lucy waited silently in her room, she daren’t have locked herself in as her mum would be even angrier. She heard her mother coming, a cold shiver tingled her spine, she knew she was in trouble and fearful of what her mother would do.

    Jill entered the room and in one hand, she had 4 lengths of rope and in the other a plastic carrier bag. Lucy could only see the hand to a riding crop but couldn’t see what else was making the bag bulge. Jill said “right you’re not my daughter anymore you’re a little slut who needs to be taught a lesson.” Lucy was horrified and left gob smacked.

    “Now, lie on the bed with your legs and arms spread, resist me and I will beat you senseless” Lucy reluctantly did as she was asked holding back the tears of sorrow, she couldn’t figure out what her mum was going to do to her, but new it was going to be unpleasant. Jill tied her to the four corners of the bed frame and pulled the ropes tight to restrict any possible movement.

    Jill stepped back after bounding her daughter to the bed, her eyes scanned her daughter’s body, she thought wow, I’ve never thought she looked this good and started to become aroused at the sight of her lying there, awaiting punishment.

    “Listen and listen well, I’m going to teach you a lesson you will never forget. You will never speak of this again to anyone. Do you understand?” “Yes mum” Lucy sobbed. Jill lent forward and lifted up Lucy’s skirt, her pussy was still slightly wet from when James was with her.

    Jill stepped back and taken out the riding crop. Jill started to crack the riding crop against her daughter’s delicate nipples, Lucy cried out for Jill too stop, but Jill ignored her and carried on. Lucy’s breasts started to redden as the blood rushed to her areolas and nipples. Jill looked into her daughter’s weeping eyes. Jill was overwhelmed with emotion, thinking how could she do this do her own flesh and blood, on the other hand she was enjoying this far too much to stop. Jill moved the riding crop down her daughter’s body. Lucy shivered with anticipation which made her goose pimples stand to attention down her young body. The riding cropped stopped as it reached Lucy’s pussy. Jill stared into Lucy’s eyes and seen the fear, she thought to herself “I need to control myself” Jill moved away, and Lucy breathed a sigh of relief.

    “It’s not over yet, I wouldn’t be breathing any sighs of relief if I was you, no you’re going to eat your mother’s pussy, the quicker I cum, the quicker it will be over with.” With that Jill straddled Lucy’s face and lowered herself down. Lucy started to lick but her mom’s pantyhose were partially preventing her. Jill loved the feeling of having her pussy ate out through her pantyhose. Feeling the tongue trying to push through the nylon was a major turn on.

    Jill rocked her hips in motion to the flickering of Lucy’s tongue; Lucy could smell her mom’s juices coming through the pantyhose but carried on as her mum had ordered. Jill started to grope at her own chest, moving her hands down her low cut top and teasing her nipples. A few moments later Jill started to get frustrated she didn’t know why she couldn’t cum, she was close but kept on losing her orgasm. Maybe it was the thought of her daughter licking her pussy or the lack of penetration; she just couldn’t figure it out. She got off Lucy and could feel the wetness between her legs.

    Jill got off the bed and looked at Lucy, Lucy had her eyes closed and didn’t want to observe the reality of what was taking place, Lucy thought it could all be a bad dream and hope the ordeal would finish shortly.

    Jill reached into the carrier bag, and raised a 6inch dong; she approached Lucy and said “open wide darling, I have something for you.” Lucy’s eyes opened and seen the dong, she opened her mouth wide, and felt the dong being plunged into her mouth. Lucy started to gag, but Jill wouldn’t take it out and told her to breathe through her nose.

    Jill started to slowly thrust the dong in and out of Lucy’s mouth Lucy just laid there motionless thinking about James and that it was James’ cock throbbing in and out. Lucy could feel herself getting wet at this and hoped her mother wouldn’t realize.

    Jill stood back leaving the dong in Lucy’s mouth, Lucy watched intensively as Jill pulled out a vibrator and tape, uncertain as to what the tape was meant for Lucy’s face expression was more puzzled than scared. “ok Lucy, your lesson is nearly over all you have to do now is have an orgasm, and this will be over but, I’m going to leave you be for a few hours in peace, so you can have this in private.” Jill knelt on the bed and positioned the vibrator length ways over Lucy’s clit, and then with the tape she strapped it in place, and switched the vibrator on. Lucy’s screams were muffled through the dong. Lucy tried to struggle but the bonds were too tight, no matter how much she tried she couldn’t get free and the vibrator showed no signs of coming loose.

    “Ok Lucy I’ll be back in two hours, have fun” and with that Lucy’s door slammed shut.


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  • What’s a Limnophile ?

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    An explanation, and a highly erotic bisexual foursome

    CAUTION – this story includes bisexual males, bisexual females, lesbian sex, gay sex, frequent group sex, public sex, a bit of incest, smoking, alcohol, drugs, and several other unusual types of bedroom fun.

    Limnophile is my pseudonym and the name of my company, ‘Limnophile Enterprises’. My real name is Lewis, as in ‘Lewis and Clark’. You’re probably wondering, “So what is a ‘limnophile’?” It’s the combination of two ancient words, which mean ‘passion’ and ‘lake’. I love lakes, rivers, hot tubs, pools, beaches, and the ocean. I enjoy watching water birds and fish in nature, they’re very relaxing.

    My favorite thing in life is making love to an attractive partner or two in the water. Aquatic sex even inspired my company’s top-selling product, Limnoglide, a sex lube that lasts up to an hour in the water.

    There are five doors in my bedroom. One is a walk-in closet and another divides the bedroom from the hallway. Another door is for my bathroom, which has a tub large enough for six. The shower has ten spray heads and can accommodate six people. Eight is a tight squeeze, but we’ve done it a few times.

    I have sex in the tub or shower nearly every morning. Starting the day doing dirty things to get clean is great! The last two doors lead to the indoor pool and the largest of the outdoor ones. To get from my bed to the dining room or back yard, it’s quicker to swim than walk.

    My family is very unconventional but also very happy. My beautiful wife agreed that since we couldn’t have any children of our own, we would adopt some who were at least age twelve. There was much less mess and noise, and it was a lot safer than having younger kids around all the pools. We keep our adult activities out of their sight and hearing until they reach legal age at 18.

    Once they’re old enough, we let the teen girls and boys decide if they want to keep living with us as our kids, or if they’d like to be romantically involved with us. Most of them have so far. We’re loving and kind, and greatly enjoy helping them explore their sexuality. We also encourage them to learn to please their partners.

    The ten who have grown up and moved away always visit on major holidays, and we email and video chat with them often. Most years, the week from Christmas Eve through New Years’ is one big celebration and orgy. When they visit, the few young men and women who don’t want to be intimate with us sleep at a nearby hotel with their spouses and children, then enjoy being with us as a family during the day.

    Last night my wife was a little disappointed that I didn’t want any more sex. Just since dinner, I’d made love to both our girlfriends, and didn’t have anything left for her. She was semi-content and understood, since both our boyfriends ‘rocked her world’ that afternoon. She and the other four cuddled and fell asleep with me in our double-king bed. It’s a waterbed, obviously. As we dozed off, we watched the fish in the huge aquarium that serves as the bedroom’s exterior wall, facing the flower garden and back yard.

    On the morning I turned 35 I woke up in the best way possible! I was laying on my side with my mouth on a large breast. My cock was fully erect in another woman’s mouth, and I felt a well-lubed penis sliding smoothly into my ass.

    I had no idea that I’d lose a big part of my family and most of my lovers that night.

    But here’s how things began –

    Childhood – ages 6 to 13

    What I remember from my childhood is mostly happy, but very unusual. Mom and Dad took good care of me when I was a little boy. I vaguely remember being very sick and Mom spending every minute with me for weeks at a time. I was too weak and ill, so she spoon-fed me. She put damp cloths on my forehead to reduce my fever. She spent a lot of time keeping me and the house clean. Dad and the neighbors called her a ‘clean freak’, but I didn’t see anything wrong with it.

    At least once a day, and usually twice, she would fill the tub and have me take a bath. I loved sitting in warm water and relaxing, and I still do. Since I had major health issues, Mom was very worried for me and paid much less attention to Dad. She kept holding me in her lap and feeding me until I was nine. Most children would have objected, but I enjoyed the comfort and reassurance. I loved sitting in her lap as she home-schooled me too. Dad had found a girlfriend and wasn’t home much, but Mom didn’t seem to care.

    On the nights Dad was gone, she would lay behind me in bed and hold me as we fell asleep. It was warm and extremely comfortable. We were always clothed, and there was never anything romantic or sexual about it, she was just an unusually caring and nervous Mom who loved holding and comforting her child, and I loved her too.

    Dad moved away, and the divorce didn’t seem to upset Mom very much. Some might say it was divine justice or karma that took her from me when I was only 13. There was nothing bad that needed justice, and now I know that it wasn’t. Instead of her excessive cleaning saving us from germs, some of the harsh cleaning chemicals started the cancer that took her away from me.

    Losing a parent is almost always distressing and painful. I lost my only real parent, my teacher, and my best friend; all at the same time. She was the only one in the world who mattered to me. When she passed away, most of my spirit died too.

    Youth – 14 to 17

    I had to go live down south with my Dad and stepmother. Sharon was crisply polite, but I could easily tell she didn’t want another kid. She smoked and I hated the smell. I avoided her as much as possible. The house was crowded, cluttered, and usually dirty. She would only do a little cleaning when Dad got upset and complained about the mess, once a month or so.

    I wanted to mope quietly, mourning Mom, but my step-siblings, 9 year old Katie and 8 year old Tom, wanted to play games or watch movies with me all the time. I couldn’t care less that Katie was cute and would eventually be a beauty, or that Tom idolized me and wanted to be like me.

    Both were loud, irritating, and messy. They picked on me because I showered or bathed twice a day. I thought there were annoying little pigs, because they only bathed once or twice a week and left their dirty clothes all over the floor.

    I had to share a room with the two of them, with my small bed and their bunk beds in an “L” shape, taking up most of the little bedroom. Any time one of us needed to change clothes we had to go in the bathroom. After a few months of that, Dad remodeled part of the basement and Tom and I shared a much larger room downstairs.

    I finally regained interest in life the day I met Amanda, when I went to a real school for the first time. I was only thirteen and a half, but my test scores said I was equal to a high school Senior. Dad and the vice-principal realized I might have a lot of trouble with kids who were that much older, so I started as a Sophomore. I was the shortest boy in class, other than Elmer, who had a growth disorder. Elmer was in most of the same classes I was, and we quickly became friends, as the class runts and nerds.

    Amanda was a very intelligent 15-year-old, and had skipped Freshman year. She was unpopular too, but other than her age I had no idea why. She was funny and very pretty, and I liked the perfume she wore. We only had History and Chemistry classes together, the last two of the day. I sat in front of her in History. I was also lucky enough to have her as my Chemistry lab partner. It was quickly obvious to us we shared some ‘chemistry’. I was quite surprised that a girl nearly two years older would like me.

    The second week, she touched my foot with hers several times, as we sat in the lab. We sat with our ankles touching for a few days, then started playing ‘footsie’ until the teacher caught us. In History class, she would play with my hair or stroke the back of my neck with her pen.

    After a few weeks, she asked me where I lived. I gave her the address and she squealed like a little girl. “That’s close to my house! You’re across the river from us!” Indeed, her house was only a couple of hundred meters from mine, with the river in between. The bridges were inconveniently far apart and I would need to walk two kilometers to visit her, nearly a km to the bridge, 200 meters to cross it, and another click back.

    A few times a week I would ride the school bus to her house then walk home after we studied. Once the weather was warm enough in the spring, one of us would swim to the other’s house every day. One weekend we discovered a sand bar in the river. It was mostly hidden below the water and provided a shallow spot where we could kneel or sit on the bottom and rest. We soon made it our favorite meeting spot. I loved hugging her in the water. We never had sex, or even came close to it. I only got one single kiss from her, on the day before she left, but it still broke my heart when she and her family moved away.

    I survived two more years of high school with no girlfriend, and only my fellow outcast Elmer by my side. A few months before graduation, I got great news in the mail. I was offered a full scholarship at an Ivy League college, at only 16 years old!

    Dad rained on my parade in a big way. He insisted that I wasn’t ready for college and needed to see the real world. He got me a job as his assistant. He was a traveling salesman for industrial machinery. Being his assistant mainly involved carrying around heavy pieces of metal. Over the two years, I learned there was no way in Hell I wanted to be a salesman or do heavy manual labor for the rest of my life. Dad wanted to keep me as his assistant another year, but I ‘ran away’ to college at the age of 18 and a few days.

    College – First Semester

    I moved into one of the freshman dorms on a Sunday, and my first week went well. Most of the people were friendly, and I got invited to a party on Friday night. At the party I had my introduction to cigarettes, marijuana, and alcohol. So, so much alcohol. I quickly decided I hated smoking anything and didn’t like the smell of people who did. I also decided I hated beer, whiskey, and vodka. Until the next Friday.

    The severe hangovers the first two Saturdays taught me a little, and I resolved to have no more than four drinks at the third weekly party. Around midnight I was on my fifth beer, and a beautiful redhead named Bonnie asked me to have a shot with her. She looked about 21, and I was surprised she’d like a guy who was only 18. Willpower won out, and the shot of something nasty was my last drink of the night. She was drunker than I was, so I helped her walk to her apartment. Before she went inside, she kissed me and said, “Thanks for walking me home. You’re such a gentleman. I’ll see you at the next party.”

    The next weekend I danced and drank with her, made out with her a little, and danced and drank some more. One of the guys started a shot contest, and we joined in. In fifteen seconds, I managed to drink four shots and she had three. My throat burned with the fury of a fire tornado. Several hours and beers later, I half-staggered, half-crawled back to her apartment with her.

    I woke up in her bed, in the middle of a wonderful blowjob. Under the sheet, a mouth was licking me, and sucking on me very hard at the same time. A hand rotated and stroked my shaft at just the right speed. I was in the middle of a great climax, when she walked out of the bathroom wearing only a towel. She yelled, “DAMN IT BEN! AGAIN!”

    I panicked in surprise. “BEN?”

    I lifted the sheet and saw the blowjob expert was a young man with red hair. I jumped and moved away from him in shock. I had never thought about a guy in a romantic or sexual way. I knew I wasn’t gay because I liked girls far too much.

    Ben smiled as he said, “You did well this time, Bonnie. He’s really cute.”

    She slapped the back of his head. “Jackass!”

    “I’m sorry, Lewis. My cousin thinks it’s funny when he tries to steal my boyfriends. Half the guys end up hitting him, but he never learns.”

    I tried to remember the night before, without much luck. I asked her, “Ah, last night, did you and I, um…”

    Ben answered. “Nope. She passed out on the kitchen floor, and your dick was limp as toothpaste.”

    “What?” I had a flashback of feeling a warm body on my back, and a hand in my underwear.

    He said, “It’s okay, whiskey dick happens all the time. You were nice and hard this morning, even before I touched you.”

    I thought Ben was kind of handsome, and the blowjob had been amazing. If only the situation wasn’t so awkward and weird…

    Bonnie angrily said, “You had your fun, Ben. Go leave us alone!” She closed the door.

    She turned to me. “I’m so sorry, Lewis. Let me make it up to you?”

    She sat next to me and dropped her towel on the floor. Seeing her sexy body quickly got me hard again.

    I kissed her and felt her nice breasts as she slowly stroked my cock. Before long, she reached for a condom and rolled it on me.

    She rode me cowgirl style for a minute or so, then turned around for some reverse cowgirl. I was feeling great as she had a small orgasm. We moved around, and I started fucking her from behind. “Yeah! This is great, Lewis! UH! YEAH! AAARRRRRR!” I squirted into the condom and pulled out as she exploded, sending a gush of warm liquid onto the condom and my scrotum.

    We heard loud clapping as Ben said, “Very good! Excellent!” He was standing in the doorway, staring at us.

    Again, she screamed, “Damn it, Ben!”

    He teased, “I like being on the bottom too.”

    She jumped up and slammed the door in his face.

    “He’s such a pain in the ass sometimes! But you were great! Sorry my cousin is such a pervert.”

    We cuddled and relaxed a moment, chatted about the party a little, then got dressed. I asked her, “So have you and Ben ever….”

    “EEEEW! NO! He’s my cousin! And he’s gay. I just share an apartment with him to save money.”

    “Not that you would do anything with him, but have the two of you ever shared a guy? Like one guy being both of your boyfriends?”

    “NO! He keeps pulling the stunt where he blows my boyfriend in his sleep, and maybe a quarter of them dump me for him. The rest usually get mad and leave, after they scream at Ben or hit him.”

    “Don’t worry, I’m not gay or anything. I like women a lot, and I think you’re great. But would you be willing to let me try it? Be my girlfriend, and let me have some fun with him too?”

    From the other side of the door, we heard Ben chanting, “YES! DO IT! YES! DO IT! YES! DO IT!”

    Bonnie hesitated a long time. “I… I need to think about it. If I say ‘No’, will you break up with me?”

    “I really like you. Of course not. But I want to give it a try, if you’ll let me. Please think about it.” I kissed her and gave her a hug.

    She nodded but looked very nervous. “I’m super busy with classes during the week, so I’ll see you here Friday night?”

    “Sure.” I gave her another hug and kiss.

    On the way out of the apartment, I saw Ben sitting in the kitchen and smiled at him. He mimed giving a blowjob, and I left the building laughing.

    The next Friday night I knocked on their door and Ben answered. He smiled as he saw me but said, “Bad news. Really bad news. She has rules.”

    Bonnie was at the kitchen table, double-checking something in a notebook. She told us, “Have a seat, and some wine.”

    I’d only had wine a couple of times before and filled my glass nearly to the top. The spout on the box of red wine was really convenient. I thought messing with corks was annoying.

    Ben saw my glass and chuckled, “You planning on getting hammered again?”

    He poured his about half full, saying; “The glasses are tall to hold the aroma, but a serving of wine is only about half a beer. It’s stronger.”

    I took a sip and kind of liked it.

    Bonnie said, “I decided we can try sharing you. But I have some rules.”

    Ben joked, “Be afraid of anybody who makes rules.”

    She tried to ignore him, saying; “The first rule is for safety. None of the three of us will have sex with anybody else, just Lewis and Ben, and Lewis and I.” Ben and I nodded.

    “The second rule is, use condoms for butt stuff, or intercourse.” We agreed again.

    “The third rule is, clean up after yourself. I don’t want used condoms or dirty underwear all over the place.”

    Ben joined in, “And the fourth rule is, don’t have any fun.” He flicked the tip of her nose with his finger.

    She complained angrily, “Ben, I’m giving you want you want! The least you can do is be polite!”

    He sheepishly apologized. “Sorry. I really appreciate it, Bonnie. Thanks.”

    She said, “And the real fourth rule is, we get Lewis on alternating days. He’ll be with Ben tonight, and me tomorrow.”

    He asked, “Can we change that? How about I get him an hour a day, and he’ll be with you the rest of the time?”

    She turned to him. “Why?”

    “I don’t know about Lewis, but I want sex every day. And I’m not really a romantic, long talk kind of guy.”

    “Okay, that’s fine. An hour with Ben, and the rest of the time with me.” She smiled as she crossed out the rule and wrote in the new one. I thought she might make a good lawyer. It didn’t surprise me a bit, to find out she was in Pre-Law.

    She said, “And the last rule is about fairness with money. We’re kind of poor, and can’t pay much for dates, so we should split the cost. And to be fair, if somebody gets a gift, the other should get something of equal value too.”

    Ben looked like he was asleep, with his elbow on the table, and chin in his hand. I was beginning to get bored too. “I don’t need anything fancy, and I’m not well off either, so don’t worry about that. Any other rules?”

    “Not really a rule, but, um… can I watch you sometimes?”

    Ben jumped back in the conversation, “Sure. If I can watch you?”

    She protested, “You already do!”

    Ben happily jumped up. “It’s settled then. How about we go on my kind of date first, then we can go on whatever kind of date you want tomorrow, Lew?”

    I agreed, “Sure, Ben.”

    “Cool. Grab a couple towels from the bathroom and get your clothes off.”

    When I got back, he was naked. “Don’t be confused by me having a sense of humor. I’m an engineer, so I like efficiency.”

    I liked what I saw. He was about 90 kilos and 190cm, slightly taller and heavier than I was. I liked his big shoulders and six pack abs. His curly red hair descended just past his shoulders, and he had a fine red moustache. He had a little less chest hair than I did, and a large cock to match mine, about 18cm long, and 4 wide. I liked his face and hair but wasn’t sure if I wanted to kiss him.

    He said, “The sooner you pass me the towels and strip, the sooner we can start.”

    I quickly undressed, as he put the towels on the sofa. He sat down and patted the towel next to him. “Come here, loverboy.”

    I felt the blood rushing to my cheeks, and other areas.

    He giggled. “The look on your face is great! I love it when you blush. It’s so cute!”

    I sat next to him, and he looked in my eyes. “You’re shaking, Lew. There’s nothing to be scared of. I don’t bite. Unless you ask me to.”

    I laughed nervously. “This just feels weird. I’ve never done anything with a guy before.”

    He said, “How about we put off the being nervous, and the kissing, and just get to the sex? Efficiency.”

    He gently held my penis and started stroking it. “It’s easy. Do what feels good for you.”

    I held his nice cock in my hand for the first time and followed his example. It only took three or four minutes for both of us to come, spraying into each other’s hands. We wiped ourselves on the towels as we rested a little.

    “Thanks, Lew. That was pretty good for a first time.”

    “That was great! Thanks, Ben.”

    He said, “I don’t like a lot of boring rules, so I just have two. Honesty – if you’re with me, you’re really with just me. And with Bonnie. And if I do something for you, you should do the same for me.”

    “Makes sense, totally fair.”

    I blushed and nervously laughed again when he said, “Good. Suck my dick, loverboy.”

    I was nervous but did my best. I licked, and stroked, and sucked, until his thick, sticky semen blasted into my mouth. Some hit the back of my throat, making me cough a little. I didn’t really like the taste, but swallowed anyway.

    He said, “Pretty good, for a beginner. Your turn.”

    He gave me another amazing suck job that made my toes curl. To this day, I’ve only had a few lovers that were as skilled at blowjobs, and none that were better.

    “Wow! So good! Thank you!”

    He swallowed mine, then said; “I don’t like the flavor, but swallowing is the nice thing to do.”

    I chuckled. “I don’t like it either, and thanks.”

    “You too. So, is there anything else you want to do tonight? Or is that enough for one date?”

    “It was great. But I guess that’s enough.”

    “Cool! Suck you tomorrow.” He shook my hand and walked to his room.

    “You too!”

    Our ‘date’ had cost two glasses of boxed wine and taken half an hour, but both of us were fully satisfied. Efficient. But I kind of missed having an emotional connection.

    I saw Bonnie smiling. She unbuttoned her blouse, as she asked; “That was really sexy! So do you want to just sit there for half an hour, or can I start our date early?” Her top was on a chair by the time she finished her question, and I admired her in her lacy white bra.

    I asked her, “Do you want an engineer date too?”

    She giggled and took her pants off. “I’ll give it a try.” I slid her panties to the side and fingered her to a mild orgasm as she stood in front of me. “Mmm! Nice, Lew.”

    She finished undressing and we had some hot 69 on the towel-covered sofa as Ben watched. Her mouth opened wide at just the wrong time. My dick slipped out, and I shot off all over her face and neck. Only seconds later, several jets of her hot pussy juice squirted me in the face.

    Being his usual self, Ben clapped, saying; “Bravo! Very sexy! But now the two of you are filthy, like my mind.”

    I asked, “I thought you were gay, Ben?”

    “I like anybody who wants to make me cum, but women are a lot more work. I love boobs, but don’t you think pussies are kind of ugly? Like a hairy fish taco that’s all soggy and bent out of shape?”

    Bonnie threw a shoe at him. “ASSHOLE!” He dodged, but it wouldn’t have hit him anyway.

    I wanted to calm the situation down and kissed her, which was a big mistake in our well-soiled condition. I got a taste of my semen, and apparently she didn’t like the flavor of her snatch either.

    He laughed some more, as we grimaced in disgust. She made both of us laugh, with; “Shower. We need a shower. Then something we can shoot Ben with.”

    We had some great sex standing in the spray of hot water, and she made sure to be extra loud, so that Ben could hear. “So good! Yeah! Lew! Wow! UNGH! UH! YEAH! AAAIIIAAAIIIAAAIIIEEE!”

    I’d climaxed five times in only a few hours! Oh, to be 18 again!

    The next day I stopped over for another ‘engineer date’ with Ben and had some quick 69. I found out Ben didn’t like licking pussy, but enjoyed fucking them as much as I did. Bonnie wasn’t in the mood for anything that night, and just gave me a hug as I left.

    I got into a routine of short hook-ups or ‘engineer dates’ with Ben nearly every night, and also a few mornings. I would have much longer, more romantic dates with Bonnie, nearly always on the weekend. Some of my classes were difficult, but I was having good sex at least eight times a week. The second month we got even more efficient, and I’d stop over just in time for Ben’s morning shower. I loved it when we jerked each other off with soapy hands under the shower head.

    Ben and I tried anal with each other a few times, but either we used a lot of petroleum jelly, which was hard to clean up and tasted and smelled nasty; or it was painful for whoever was receiving. We didn’t think it was worth the pain or the mess. Blowjobs and handjobs were easy and fun.

    We hadn’t yet heard anything about sex lubricants, using toys to stretch things, or going very slow at the beginning. We assumed it was like regular fucking. Petroleum jelly mixed with feces is a goopy, sticky, stinky mess; and just jamming something into an anus dry is never good. In time, we would learn. Bonnie graduated at the end of the semester and moved on to law school.

    Ben asked if I wanted to move in with him. I was more than happy to, and we reached a long-term agreement. We knew neither of us was in love with the other. We were good friends who enjoyed lots of sex. If one of us wanted to date or sleep with someone else we would talk about it first and probably agree to it.

    To save a lot of money, Ben and I would share a bedroom and get another roommate. Ben saved up enough to get a rusty twenty-year-old jalopy. It was hideous but it ran. Grocery shopping, laundry, and a lot of other tasks were much easier with a vehicle.

    Against our will, we spent a mostly unhappy holiday season with our families, before returning to school and sex.

    College – Second Semester

    The morning two days before classes started there was a knock at the door. I was half asleep and groggily answered it. A beautiful brunette was crushing out a cigarette with the toe of her cowboy boot. She was dressed like a sexy cowgirl, including a pink Stetson hat. Her curly dark hair fell to her waist. I liked her smooth bare midriff and the shape of the items barely concealed by her tight white t-shirt, which had the bottom third raggedly cut off. As she stared at me I noticed I was only wearing my boxers.

    She nervously asked, “Hi, I’m Penny. Is this 1409-C Maple? The one looking for a roommate?”

    “I’m Lewis. Yeah, it’s only 300 a month, because there’ll be three of us sharing. You’ll have your own room.”

    “That’s good. Well, there are two of us, so is it even cheaper with four in the apartment?” I was very disappointed. I should have known a girl so attractive would be dating somebody.

    “Yeah, it would only be 225 each.”

    She asked, “Have you been with your girlfriend long? What’s her name?”

    “Um, Ben and I have been together since the start of last semester.”

    “So, you’re gay? That’s cool.”

    “Um… actually that’s kinda complicated. Have you been with your boyfriend long?”

    “Melissa and I got together last month, but we’ve been friends since middle school.”

    “It’s great that you’ve known each other so long. Lesbians are cool.”

    “Uh… That’s complicated too.” She twirled her hair with a finger, and I saw her cheeks flush.

    I asked, “How about we un-complicate things? Can the two of you come over for pizza at 7 tonight?”

    “Sure. See you then.”

    I hated the smell of cigarettes, but still thought it was sexy when she lit up as she left. I’d love to have her lips sucking on me instead.

    I was a little surprised when she climbed in an almost new red sedan. Her car was a lot nicer than her clothes. I didn’t see any dents, or even a scratch on it. Once I joked that Ben’s car was 40 percent dents and 60 percent rust. He told me I forgot about the duct tape.

    That night, I pulled the hot pizza from the oven, as I was telling Ben about Penny.

    “… and she has a great body, too. I swear, she’s at least a 9! Maybe a 9 and a half!”

    Ben opined, “Maybe she’s great, but then the other one has to be ugly, or a cute whale, or something. When girls are friends, there’s always a hot one and an ugly one.”

    We heard a car park outside, and Ben peeked out the window. He quickly said, “I was wrong! Oh my gawd! I was SO, SO WRONG!”

    I walked over and looked through the edge of the curtains with him. Cute and hot brunette Penny took a puff from a cigarette and passed it to the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.

    Melissa had curly blonde hair that reached the bottom of her big breasts. If Penny’s perfectly-shaped ‘B’ cups were nice, Melissa’s ‘D’s were at least twice as nice. Penny dressed like a woman that guys would pick up in a bar, if they were very lucky. Melissa wore a conservative pink dress that only revealed a small bit of cleavage, and descended below her knees, but she was still absurdly attractive. I noticed the color of her legs was slightly darker than her arms. I wondered if she was wearing pantyhose? I LOVED it when my mother used to wear them.

    She exhaled a cloud and dropped the cigarette butt on the sidewalk. I watched her crush it out with her white high heel, but I didn’t care. I hated smoking, but she was so sexy, I’d be her human ashtray if she asked. I couldn’t believe they were going to be our roommates! They would sleep in the room next to us! As they walked toward the door, I quickly ran to my seat in the kitchen, so my erection would be hidden under the tablecloth. Ben had the same idea, and I saw a tent in his pants until he sat at the table too.

    I quickly thought of all the disgusting things I could, trying to deflate my rebellious prick. ‘Kisses from grandma, diapers, dirty trash cans…’

    The doorbell rang.

    ‘… roadkill, rotten fruit …’

    I got up and stood mostly behind the door, as I opened it with only a half-tent. “Pizza’s ready. Come on in.”

    ‘…diseases, politicians…’

    Ben said, “Drinks are in the fridge, grab what you like, soda, beer, wine. I’d get up, but I hurt my ankle running this morning.” I suppressed a laugh. I knew he got all his exercise naked with me.

    With my dick mostly under control, I got a beer from the fridge and had a seat between Ben and the marvelous Melissa.

    We ate pizza and shared some small talk; the weather, which classes we would have when they started, which restaurants and stores in the area were better.

    I was a Chemistry major, Ben was a future Mechanical Engineer, Melissa was a Marine Biology major, and Penny was in Pre-med.

    The shape of Penny’s erect nipples were visible through her t-shirt, and I saw that Ben had noticed them too.

    Melissa turned to Penny and said, “Can you come help me in the bathroom? I have a little problem.”

    Ben and I waited for the bathroom door to close, and quietly walked near it in our stocking feet.

    Very quietly, Melissa said; “… but they’re so hot! I love you, but I really …”

    Penny said, “Me too. Let’s do it! Rock paper scissors for the redhead.”

    “I want the brunette, so we both win. Help me, so I can behave out there.”

    “Me too!”

    After a couple minutes of silence, we heard a very quiet “Uh uh ungh!” Soon after, there was a muffled “Ah ah ah eeee!”

    We quietly walked back to the table and tried to control our erections again. I whispered to Ben, “Congratulations on winning Miss Nipples.” He smiled from ear to ear.

    When they returned to the kitchen Melissa asked me, “So Penny says you two are a gay couple?”

    “We’re bi, we like girls too. Especially pretty ones like you.”

    She blushed and Ben asked, “So, you two are lesbians?”

    Penny said, “We’re bi too. We like guys more, but our last boyfriends were major jerks.”

    Ben asked her, “So, do you think my boyfriend is hot?”

    She blushed and nodded. “Yeah, almost as hot as you.”

    He held her hand and looked in her eyes. “You’re so beautiful. Can I give you a kiss?”

    I turned away from the two of them, as I felt a nylon-clad foot rub my ankle. I noticed a faint aroma similar to fresh fish.

    Melissa looked at me with her pretty blue eyes. “Come out and have a cigarette with me?”

    “Sure!” Anybody else would have gotten a “No way.”

    We held hands as we walked out to the mailbox. She kissed me lightly, and I tasted strawberry lip gloss.

    I involuntarily said, “You’re gorgeous! So pretty!” She smiled and her cheeks turned pink.

    She took two cigarettes and a lighter from her purse. She held them in her mouth and sucked, as the tip of the lighter flame touched them. I fervently wished she would suck my dick.

    She passed me one of the cigarettes and I took a small puff. The taste was terrible but I held it in as long as I could. I coughed several times and she giggled.

    I watched her take a big drag and felt my pants shrinking. I took another tiny puff and only coughed once when I blew it out.

    She smiled. “You don’t have to smoke if you don’t like it. I think it’s cute that you tried.”

    “No, it’s ok.” I took another puff and started feeling dizzy, but forced myself not to cough.

    She took the cig from my hand, saying, “Really, you don’t have to. I like you a lot already.” She squeezed one of my butt cheeks as I felt myself turning green.

    I watched her smoke with both cigarettes in her right hand, alternating between them. I held her left hand in mine. She teased, “You like watching me suck on things, don’t you?”

    I felt myself blush and she giggled some more. For several minutes I stared as she smoked. I was almost fully erect as she took a last puff and crushed them out. She glanced at the large tent in my trousers and said, “It’s too bad we haven’t moved our bed in yet, or…”

    “There’s already a bed in your room.”

    She gave me a quick, smoky peck on the lips and asked; “Then why are we still out here?”

    We quickly walked inside and heard bedsprings creaking loudly. Penny called out, “THAT’S IT! YEAH!”

    Ben yelled, “YES!”

    We quietly giggled and kissed some more. Soon we heard the bed creaking again. I held a finger in front of my mouth. “Shhh.” I kicked my shoes off and tiptoed to the door. I knew Ben never locked it, even after I reminded him half a dozen times.

    “YES! FUCK ME, YOU BIG STUD!”

    I heard a lot more squeaking and shoved the door open, yelling; “MIND IF WE WATCH?”

    They laughed intensely as I saw both were fully dressed, holding a hand to the wall for balance as they jumped on the bed. All four of us laughed until we couldn’t breathe, then laughed some more. I asked Ben, “How did you know I’d do that?”

    “Logic. One – I did the same thing to you before, and your girlfriend hated it. Two – You know that I never lock the door. Three – I knew you’d do anything to look clever and funny for your hottie.”

    I slowly walked near him and asked, “But what about four?”

    He wondered a moment. “What’s four?”

    I shouted, “TICKLE FIGHT!!!” I knew the sides of his ribs were very ticklish and attacked them with no mercy.

    “AH! Ah! No! HAHAHA! No! Stop! HAHAHAHA!”

    The girls joined in, tickling us, and each other. Partly disguised by the tickling, Penny squeezed Ben’s package. When I tripped and fell on the bed on my back, Melissa lifted my shirt and blew a raspberry in my belly button. Everything suddenly went dark and Penny shrieked briefly.

    Ben reassured us, “It’s ok, just a power outage. I have a flashlight around here someplace…”

    Melissa complained, “That’s my butt.”

    Penny complained, “That’s my boob.”

    I felt a hand on my crotch but didn’t complain. A wet pair of lips kissed mine. I felt a breast in the way when I moved my hand to check who the lips belonged to. I heard a girl moan and a wet sucking sound.

    Still in the dark, Ben asked the question on all of our minds. “I think all three of you are really sexy. If it feels good, does it really matter who does what to who?”

    He got a response of three “No”s.

    Melissa said, “We’re on birth control. Does anybody have diseases?”

    “No”

    “Then do we really need condoms?”

    There was a long pause, and I joined the group of “No”s.

    I peeled my clothes off, in between kissing and fondling various nice body parts belonging to various people.

    During our happy foursome in the dark I felt and fondled legs, arms, butts, bellies, and boobs. I sucked Ben until he came once and licked a vagina to orgasm twice. Somebody put a finger in my ass. I fucked and came in a nicely wet orifice. I didn’t think it was a mouth. I heard Ben fall off the little bed, and felt it shake as he climbed back in. One of the girls fell off a moment later.

    I had a breast in one hand, a hand on my penis, and a pussy riding my mouth. The lights came back on, and I heard the three of them sadly moan; “Awhh!”

    When Penny climbed off my face, it was my turn to say what everybody was thinking. “If all four of us live together and love having sex with each other, does it matter which person we’re supposed to be dating? If it’s just the four of us?”

    Everybody smiled and said, “No”.

    I kissed Ben a moment as I squeezed Penny’s boob, then French kissed Melissa and started fingering her. I heard Penny climax just before Melissa had another big orgasm and her pussy clamped down on my fingers. A moment later I felt something wet on my back, as I heard Ben groan.

    As we cuddled and relaxed, Penny said; “I kind of want a cigarette, but getting dressed to go outside for only five minutes…”

    Ben said, “You can smoke in the other bedroom, just open the window. It’s ok, right, Lew?”

    I reluctantly said, “Sure. Go ahead.”

    Penny took her purse to the other bedroom and the rest of us followed. Melissa lit up and said, “We need an ashtray.” Ben went to the kitchen and returned with an old coffee cup. We watched the two beautiful girls smoking, and quickly got erect again.

    Ben said, “I’ve always wanted to make love to a girl while she smoked.”

    Penny leaned over the bed. “Please?” He slid into her pussy from behind as she took another puff.

    Melissa said, “That looks like a great idea.” She leaned over and kissed Penny, and I stuffed myself into her slit. I reached under and played with her big tits. The girls smoked and kissed, shoulder-to-shoulder on the little bed.

    Ben held my hand saying; “This is the best thing ever!”

    I highly agreed, “Yeah! So hot!”

    Penny declared, “Amazing! So great!”

    Melissa agreed, “Ohmygawd! I wanna do this forever! AHH!”

    I thought the springs creaking was a little irritating, as I stroked in and out of the gorgeous blonde.

    Watching the girls sucking on their cigarettes and seeing Ben fuck Penny was getting me even more excited. Somehow, all four of us reached climax at nearly the same time. Ben and I started squirting into the girls as their bodies spasmed. We collapsed onto their backs, and the Earth moved.

    A moment later we realized it wasn’t the Earth. Penny laughed and said, “They fucked us so good it broke the bed! Wow!”

    Melissa said, “It’s a good thing the movers will bring our bed tomorrow. It’s a lot bigger too, a king-size, instead of a double.”

    Ben said, “There’s no way all four of us can sleep in the other bed. I’ll fold out the sofa.”

    I had an idea and got Ben’s toolbox from the closet. I called to him, “Don’t worry about the sofa, I fixed it.” He was amused that I had ‘fixed’ the problem by sliding the steel toolbox under the corner with the broken leg. I said, “Efficiency”. He smiled.

    Melissa asked Penny, “So, who do you want to sleep with?”

    “All of you! All the time!” We laughed and she added, “Tonight, somebody with a dick.”

    Melissa held mine saying; “This one’s busy.”

    Penny playfully moped, pretending to be disappointed. She held Ben’s. “Awh! Then I only get this big, smooth, tasty one?” She kissed it, then stood and kissed Ben’s lips.

    I dozed off to sleep with my head between Melissa’s big knockers, and a hand between her legs.

    I woke up and discovered I was alone in the apartment. There was a note on the kitchen table. “We went to help the movers, so it’ll go quicker. Please have something ready for lunch at noon.”

    Since it was already eleven, and I was one of the worst cooks I knew, I walked three blocks to a cheap restaurant. I figured there would probably be two or three movers, plus the four of us, so I picked up eight burritos and a dozen tacos. I got back to our building just as a moving truck, Ben’s rusty eyesore on wheels, and Penny’s nice red car drove into sight.

    That night all four of us climbed in the girls’ big bed. Ben said, “I never thought I’d say this, but after the moving, I’m so tired I don’t even want to fuck much.” We agreed and just did some slow, calm 69, until we all got off.

    Ben was best at sucking me, but I thought Melissa tasted the best and I loved her big boobs. Penny wasn’t as tall, so Melissa’s long legs were sexier. On the other hand, Penny was lighter and I was able to lift her up and down on me in bed. I also had an odd fascination with Penny’s small ears, with five earrings in each. All three of my sexy roommates were great!

    Ben loved ‘wake up’ sex and got some from one of us nearly every morning. Once I told them how much I enjoyed it, I’d share a shower with somebody at least once a day, sometimes twice.

    We reached a few ‘agreements’. Because of Ben’s aversion to them, we didn’t call them ‘Rules’. We made a cleaning schedule, and everybody helped out. If anybody asked, Ben was dating Penny, and Melissa was with me. We decided we would call the bedrooms the ‘cool room’ and the ‘hot room’. The ‘hot’ one had the big bed, and anybody wanting sex would sleep there. People would also smoke in there, with the window open. I was willing to put up with the smoke, because I was the happiest I’d ever been.

    We used the other bedroom for studying, reading, and sleeping if we weren’t in the mood. Unsurprisingly, nobody slept in the ‘cool room’ the first two weeks. The day Melissa got her period and stayed in the ‘cool’ room, Ben and I took turns stuffing Penny’s pussy a total of six times, before she was too sore to do any more. She had a good reason, when she told Melissa to “Feel better soon”.

    Two weeks before the end of the semester, we were figuring out what to do over the long break. Penny asked us, “Can all of you swim? If you want jobs, the pay isn’t great, but my uncle needs lifeguards for his resort.”

    I enjoyed nearly anything involving water. “I’d love to do that!”

    Ben and Melissa weren’t so sure. He said, “Sitting in a chair just watching a bunch of people sounds kind of boring.”

    Penny had withheld the good part. “But we’ll be watching people at the beach, wearing swimsuits. And have you ever been to Samoa? It’s like Hawaii, but even better!”

    “Samoa! Awesome!”

    Even though the pay wasn’t very good, we got our flights, meals, and hotel for free. Penny and Ben had rooms next to each other on the fifth floor of the hotel, and Melissa and I were across the hall from each other on the third.

    Other than pulling half a dozen little kids out of water too deep for them and doing basic first aid when a guy’s toes were hit by a falling coconut, that summer was practically a honeymoon, with pay.

    There were three lifeguard stations, and each needed a male and female lifeguard. Ben was with Penny, and I was teamed with Melissa, until Penny’s uncle noticed them kissing. Ben and I had our partners switched, and Melissa and Penny had to swap hotel rooms, so Penny’s uncle could be sure she behaved. Her uncle spent so much time watching Ben, he never noticed that I made out with Penny too and slept with her several times a week. Melissa and Ben spent most nights in his room.

    We found a secluded cove with no buildings around, and on one of our days off, I had sex with Penny in the ocean, then Melissa. On our next day off, we did a four-way group grope and mini-orgy in shoulder-deep water. To this day, the only thing I like better is 3 or 4 people in a bubble bath.

    I cared for Melissa more than Penny, but she was still great. I did think it was a little odd that Penny called her family every single day and had to visit home every month on the 19th. On the other hand, lots of families are odd, especially mine before my mother passed.

    That summer I realized I loved Penny like crazy, and I loved Ben too. I also realized that I had no choice. I was enthralled, a slave to her beauty and great personality. When we finished college, I was going to ask Melissa to marry me and make her the center of my world.

    College — Third semester

    When we returned from Samoa a week before classes started in the fall, we had a very disturbing experience.

    We threw a small party at our apartment, to celebrate our final week of summer freedom. In our college neighborhood, a ‘small’ party was anything less than fifty people. The place was very crowded, and I took Melissa outside so that we could talk. We sat on the front steps, and she had a cigarette as I held her hand.

    “Melissa, I want to show you how much I love you.” It was a dumb stunt, but I grabbed her cigarette and took a huge puff. I blew most of the smoke in her mouth before I had to turn away and start coughing.

    “Wow, Lew! I know how much you hate it. I… I think I love you enough to quit. If you’ll help me?”

    Just then a taxi parked in front of the mailbox, and a mostly bald man around age fifty got out. He was wearing a shabby old suit, and looked at a small piece of paper, comparing it to the numbers on our mailbox. He ran toward us and screamed, “Where is she! Where’s my baby?”

    I tried to talk to him, but he pushed me against the wall as he ran inside.

    “What are you doing to her! Leave my baby alone!”

    A very large man in a nice suit climbed out of another taxi a few moments later, and calmly walked toward us. He said, “I’m sorry for any inconvenience. I hope this will compensate you for your trouble?” He handed each of us a hundred dollars! He followed the agitated man inside, and Melissa and I followed him. I heard the music stop, and most of our guests hurriedly left.

    I saw Ben was laying on the floor, bleeding from the side of his head! The large man brought him a kitchen towel and helped him with his injury. Ben said, “Some insane old guy shoved me, and I hit my head. I think he’s after Penny! Help her!”

    I ran to the ‘Hot’ room, and saw the man flailing his arms around, yelling at Penny! I was afraid he was going to hurt her too, until I heard what he was saying.

    “These evil people forced my little baby to smoke and drink! Did they make you take drugs? Did they rape you! Did they rape my helpless baby? Did they kill you? Please, please don’t say they killed you!”

    Penny calmed and reassured him. “It’s okay! I’m fine, Dad dy. Everything’s alright! They didn’t do anything bad to me, they’re my friends! I smoke and drink sometimes, but I’m old enough now. I turned twenty-one last month. You gave me a birthday present, remember? It’s okay.”

    Her father held her and cried a long time. Penny hugged him back and patted his neck and shoulder, as he blubbered and wailed like a toddler.

    I saw Ben sit up, holding the towel to his head. The large man asked, “How much does it hurt? Would you like a ride to a hospital, or an ambulance?”

    Ben was stoic. “Nah, I’m fine. It’s not too bad.”

    The large man told him, “I hope this compensates you for your trouble. Please stay safe.” He handed Ben a stack of cash, a thousand dollars in fifties!

    Once Penny’s father had calmed down, the big man guided him out toward one of the taxis, calmly telling him, “Let’s go home, sir. It’s nearly dinner time. The chef will have one of your favorite meals ready soon.”

    When she saw that Ben was going to be fine, Penny told us; “My Dad… Dad dy hasn’t been himself, since… I can’t. I’ll tell you later, but I just can’t right now!” She ran in the ‘cool’ room as she cried and shut and locked the door. She came out for dinner but didn’t want to talk at all. At bedtime, she climbed in bed in the cool room, and the three of us were worried about her. We sat on the edge of the bed, telling her we loved her, and we would help her if we could.

    The four of us cuddled in a pile on the tiny bed, nearly falling off the sides, until Penny said; “Let’s go in the other room. I don’t want any sex, but this is way too small for four.” For the first time, there was no sex in the “hot” room that night. We were very concerned for Penny, and fine with that.

    When we woke the next day, we were surprised to see three men installing a hot tub on the deck in the back yard. When they finished they asked for me and had me sign that it had been delivered. I also signed for delivery of a dozen bottles of good French wines!

    A few minutes later, a lady from a car dealership asked for Ben, and handed him the keys to a new SUV, parked across the street!

    Melissa signed for a small package, containing plane tickets, ski passes, and reservations in Switzerland for our upcoming winter break, and five thousand Euro in cash!

    We were all happy but confused about what was going on. Penny explained. “Daddy is sorry about yesterday, and this is his apology. He won’t visit again, if I see him on the 19th every month. We’re ok, and I don’t want to talk about it.”

    About a week later, Penny talked to me when Melissa and Ben were in class. “Ben is great. He loves me, and he’s always so funny and cheerful. But I think you can handle serious things better, and this is serious.”

    “How can I help?”

    “I… I need to talk about something depressing, and really disturbing. I need to be sure I can trust you with my deepest, darkest secret.”

    I nodded somberly. “I’ll keep it just between us. I want to help you.”

    “If I tell you my terrible secret, will you tell me yours? I think there’s something wrong about your family too, right?”

    I locked the door, and sat beside her.

    “Instead of us sharing all our dark, depressing stuff in a sad way, then hanging ourselves tomorrow, how about I try to tell you my secret in a fun way?”

    “Okay.”

    I pulled my shirt off and kicked off my shoes. “Undress. Trust me, this way of telling you is probably the best.”

    Once we were naked I kissed her lightly and said, “You probably know that a lot of people fantasize, and think of other people when they have sex?”

    “Yeah. Sometimes when I do it with Melissa, I imagine she’s Ben. Please don’t tell her?”

    “I don’t think she’ll mind me telling you, sometimes when she licks you, she imagines you’re an ice cream sundae.” She chuckled.

    “And a few times when Ben sucks me, I imagine he’s Melissa. Or you.”

    “Awh. That’s sweet, in a sleazy way.”

    “And sometimes people like to call their lover other things. I saw a video with a girl calling her boyfriend ‘teacher’, and letting him spank her.”

    I could tell she was getting a little excited. She liked the idea. “That’s um… that’s wrong, isn’t it?”

    “If nobody gets hurt, and everybody’s willing, there’s no law against it. It’s not really for me, but I think it’s fine. I have a fantasy that’s based on something real, but I’d be super embarrassed if anybody knew about it.”

    “I understand. My… my secret is a lot like that.”

    I risked everything by telling her. “Will you make love to me, and call me “Sweetie” or “Baby”, and let me call you “Mommy?”

    “Oh my gawd! Did your Mom hurt you? What did she do to you?”

    “She never hurt me. She loved me, so, so very much. She passed away five years ago and I miss her a lot. So, will you be my Mommy for a little while?”

    “If… um… if you’ll be my Daddy later?”

    I kissed her lightly, “Whatever makes you happy.”

    “So, can I sit in your lap, and let you jerk me off, Mommy?”

    “Please, baby. That sounds like fun.”

    I sat on her, and watched as she stroked my shaft. It reminded me very much of how my mother had loved me.

    “And when I cum and get all dirty, can you take a bath with me, and jerk me off under the warm water, Mommy?”

    “Yes, sweetie. I’d love to.” She sped up the motions of her hand. “That’s it, baby. Cum for Mommy. Show Mommy what your spunk looks like.”

    “I love you, Mommy! Yes! Uh! Uh! UNGH! UH!”

    She held my cock as we stood up and led me to the bathroom by the penis.

    I started sleeping with Penny more than the others and called her “Mommy”, as she called me “Daddy”.

    After a week of enjoying our fantasies, she finally told me about her family’s secret. When she was a young child, her father Reginald, or Reggie, had mild schizophrenia, but it had gotten worse after an incident several years ago.

    Back in her childhood, a few times a week, the condition would make him misunderstand things, or hear voices that weren’t there. Her mother helped him, and corrected him when he was confused, so things were usually fine. Penny’s mother passed away in a car accident, her father’s ‘mild’ mental illness started becoming a BIG problem.

    He would make simple mistakes, like doing things in the wrong order. A simple task like making breakfast doesn’t seem like a big deal, but imagine somebody putting peanut butter on a piece of bread, THEN sticking it in the toaster. Or imagine putting a frozen dinner in the microwave four HOURS instead of four minutes. Their family was wealthy, so they got a live-in chef to avoid any further kitchen disasters. They also got a chauffeur and a housekeeper. Reggie reluctantly surrendered his driver’s license and sold his collection of antique firearms.

    One Sunday they were in church, and Reggie got a little confused when he heard the preacher say; “God wants the world to be a clean place. We’re having a gathering to clean up the neighborhood, so that we can have a clean, godly community.”

    Reggie believed he was following God’s commands, when he took a keen interest in the cleanliness of his daughters. He would smell them and inspect them closely every day to be sure they were clean. Later, he got confused again, while hearing a sermon about God wanting families to love each other, and that god wanted parents to teach their children about love. Penny said that when her older sister turned 18, her father started sleeping with her. He never had intercourse with his older daughter Molly, but masturbated next to her and encouraged her to do the same.

    Several months later, Molly got ill with some strange symptoms. She felt bloated and vomited nearly every day for a week. She was dizzy and nauseous most of the time, and her breasts swelled suddenly. Their father was very worried and took her to a doctor.

    Molly was pregnant, even though she was still a virgin. Apparently, some of Reggie’s semen had gotten inside her during their masturbation sessions. The doctor strongly urged them to abort the fetus, since the baby was developing abnormally and would have severe birth defects.

    An abortion was scheduled and on that morning Reggie had another attack of schizophrenia. He didn’t recognize Molly, and thought she was trying to kill his ‘baby’, Penny, who was 16 at the time. He struggled with Molly, but she managed to get away from him. She turned to run down the stairs but lost her footing. She tumbled down the staircase, broke her neck, and died.

    Reggie believed he murdered two of his children, which, in a way, he had. The police investigated briefly and called it a tragic accident. It was the 19th of May, and years earlier Penny’s mother had died on the 19th of July. Penny also told me he had dozens of suits in his closet, but would only leave the house in the one he was wearing when Molly died, to remind him.

    Every month when the 19th came around, Reggie was distraught and acted out. Without Penny around to comfort him, he became a wild man, lashing out at everything and everybody. If she were there, she could hug and comfort him, and he would be alright. Penny still loved him dearly, even with his mental illness, and everything that happened because of it.

    I told her that I understood, and I didn’t think she did anything wrong. I started to like her more than I liked Melissa. The four of us would still have a group grope or mini-orgy two or three times a week, and I still had a night or two alone with Melissa, but Penny really understood me.

    When it was just Penny and I, we greatly enjoyed calling each other “Mommy” and “Daddy” as we made love.

    Ben and Melissa walked in on us once and asked what was going on. She told them we thought having a baby would be hot, and we were pretending to be parents.

    They looked at us like we were visitors from another planet, and quietly walked out.

    Thankfully, they didn’t bring it up in conversation again. A week later Penny and I walked in on the two of them giving each other enemas with squirt-guns and talking like 1920’s gangsters. We didn’t ask. Fair is fair, and everybody has their thing.

    College – The Winter Break Contest

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    At the start of finals week Penny and Melissa held hands as they walked in the kitchen, where Ben and I were having breakfast. Both looked very anxious but happy.

    Penny started with, “First, both of us love each other, and both of you. We don’t want anything to change that. Mel and I had an idea for having even more fun on winter break, but we all need to agree. If anybody doesn’t like the idea, we won’t do it, ok?”

    Melissa picked up the conversation with, “Penny’s family is well off, so she doesn’t really need any of the five thousand Euro.” Penny shook her head a little. Both girls had pink cheeks now. I wondered why they were blushing.

    “And since five grand can’t be divided by three evenly, we thought the rest of us should each get a thousand for our trip. That should be plenty. We’ll have Penny hold the other two thousand as a prize for a contest.”

    Penny turned beet red as she said, “A slut contest. Two thousand, to the one who has sex with the most strangers. Since we have four rooms at the hotel in Zurich…”

    Melissa finished with, “From the time we leave the apartment after exams, until we get back here, we all screw as many other people as possible. With condoms of course. So, how about it?”

    Ben and I glanced at each other and saw huge smiles. At the same time, we shouted, “YES!”

    When we finished breakfast Ben had another idea. “How about we make it two contests? A slut contest, and a butt slut contest? A thousand for who has the most anal with strangers, and a grand for the most oral and fucking?”

    Mel asked, “But what exactly counts, do both of you have to cum? Or does just licking a dick once count? Or?”

    Penny offered, “How about body parts touching with no clothes in the way? Licking a dick or pussy, or a dick touching your pussy or ass?”

    Ben asked, “And what if Penny wins? Like they said, she doesn’t need the money?”

    Penny giggled. “If I win, I’ll use the money to pay you three to be my whores? You still get the money, and I get even more fun?” We agreed that was a great idea.

    Ben and Melissa said they planned to only visit their families for a few hours and fly to Switzerland in the morning, but Penny and I both wanted to spend more time at home. Penny would stay with her father that night, then meet with me at my Dad and stepmother’s place until Christmas dinner ended. We would catch a red-eye flight and join the other two on Boxing Day, the 26th. Things didn’t go as planned.

    The morning of our last exams, I wanted to make sure everybody was clear. “It’s December 18th today, and none of us had sex this morning. When your last exam is over today, screw as many people as possible by the time we get back here on the third of January, other than the four of us. We have fifteen days to fuck as many people as we can. Oral sex, fingering or hand jobs, and regular sex count, but kissing doesn’t. For the butt slut contest, only a cock going in an asshole counts. And it needs to be different people, blowing the same guy five times only counts as one.”

    Penny mildly complained, “But that’s no fair. We don’t have cocks to put in somebody for the butt contest, we can only take a guy in us.”

    Ben said, “Okay, if the girls can put a dildo or vibrator in somebody’s ass, that counts too.”

    Melissa opened the door to leave, and turned to say, “Good luck on your exams, everybody. Then go be horny sluts! But use condoms. Diseases suck even more than I do!” She opened her mouth wide and pretended to stroke a penis. The rest of us giggled as we followed her out.

    I assumed Ben and Melissa would run to his SUV when their tests were finished, to have as much screwing time as possible in Switzerland. Penny and I were shocked when we found out how creatively slutty the two of them were.

    They had planned ahead and drove to a university a half hour away. Ben spent the rest of the day and night blowing and fucking a good fraction of their wrestling team. Score six anal and five sex for Ben.

    Ben had dropped Melissa off on the way. She walked in the front door of a fraternity house and asked the young men to gather in the living room. She dropped her trench coat on the floor and in only a bikini, she said, “You don’t know me, and I’m not going to tell you my name, but how many of you want to fuck me?” Score nine sex and three anal for Melissa.

    The next day, they had an orgy with a dozen stragglers who didn’t go home for the holidays. Score five and five more for each of them.

    I took my time walking to the bus stop and saw a chauffeur leaning on a limo, waiting to take Penny home. It didn’t surprise me later, when she told me she did it with her father that night. One sex for her, but she’d never tell anybody but me. Score zero for Penny.

    I didn’t hurry, and still had to wait twenty minutes for the bus. I was on the way to a crowded, filthy house with a stepmother I pretty much hated, and two bratty stepsiblings.

    I knew I wouldn’t get a chance to ‘score’ until Switzerland. Speaking French almost fluently would be my secret weapon. A lot of Swiss natives speak French, and a lot of French people go there on holiday.

    When I stepped off the bus at home, there were no cars in the driveway instead of the usual two. The door was locked, and I didn’t have a key. I knocked and got no answer. I found the spare key in the first spot I looked, under a flowerpot. I bet my stepmother thought she was being clever when she put it in the most obvious place possible.

    As I turned the key, I heard a car in the driveway. A pretty, young brunette parked and climbed from the car. I smiled, and felt a movement in my shorts, as I saw the shape of her small breasts and curvy hips. I remembered the car was my stepmother’s. The girl smiled, and said, “Lew! I’m glad you’re home!” She ran to me and gave me a hug.

    I hadn’t seen her in a year, and mostly recognized her by her voice. She was my stepsister Katie! Instead of annoying, she was friendly, 18, and HOT!

    “It’s great to see you too, Katie. I missed you.” Until I saw her butt when she got out of the car, I hadn’t. “Where is everybody?”

    “Mom and Dad went sailing around the Bahamas with mom’s boss and his family. They won’t be back for two weeks. I just dropped off our little brother Tom at his girlfriend’s house. Instead of an irritating twerp, he’s a ladies’ man now. He’s had at least four girlfriends since summer vacation. It’s cold out. Let’s go in and get something to eat.”

    She put a frozen lasagna in the microwave and lit a cigarette. Seeing her suck on it was the sexiest thing I’d seen since about the same time two days before, when Melissa had given me a blowjob. At the age of twenty-one and a few weeks, I thought two days without sex was a long time.

    Katie didn’t cough at all while she smoked, and I watched her suck in and exhale four more large puffs. She saw me staring and smiled. She failed badly at acting, when she said, “Oh no. You caught me smoking, I guess I’ll have to do something for you, so you don’t tell Mom and Dad ?”

    I playfully responded, “I have a suitcase full of dirty laundry…”

    She kissed my lips and I tasted smoke. “How about a blowjob? My boyfriend says I need a lot more practice.”

    I kissed her, then fondled her tits as she unzipped my jeans and squeezed my cock. Her boobs were a little less than a handful each, but nice and firm. She kneeled on the carpet and slid my boxers down, taking another big puff on her cigarette before she licked the head. She wrapped her lips around the rim, and exhaled streams of smoke from her nostrils, then began to suck. She kept kept stopping to take puffs from the cigarette, then doing nose exhales with my cock in her mouth. I had a mental image of getting a blowjob from a dragon.

    She looked up at me and I stared into her pretty brown eyes, as her tongue worked on my dick enthusiastically. By then, the only better cocksucker I’d experienced was Ben. She was great at it! No wonder her boyfriend wanted her to do it a lot!

    I was less than half a minute from cumming when the microwave beeped. She jumped up and ran to the kitchen. “We can finish after dinner.” I was extremely aroused. Having blueballs is SO FRUSTRATING!

    I zipped up and ate at the kitchen table with her. She said, “A few of my friends are coming over for a sleepover tomorrow night. If you buy some beer and wine for us, you can fuck me too?” The tomato sauce in the lasagna was only slightly redder than her cheeks. “And some of them might want to practice blowjobs.”

    I told her, “My friend Penny will be here at lunch time tomorrow. She was planning to get to know the family for a few days.”

    “Your girlfriend, you’re together, like a couple?”

    “Sort of, but not for the next two weeks. We can have fun with other people.”

    “I like dick better, but if she’s hot, I kind of like girls too.” She licked her lips.

    “She looks a lot like you, except her boobs are twice as big.”

    “Mmmmm. I think I’ll like her. The liquor store closes soon. Let’s go.”

    She had me buy five cases of beer and four boxes of cheap wine, in addition to two cartons of cigarettes. I was impressed at the amount of cash in her purse. On the way home I asked, “You’re in high school, but you have lots of money. You must have a good job?”

    “I’m 18. I babysit two or three times a week.” She turned red again. “And on the way home from babysitting, sometimes I practice blowjobs with the dads.”

    When we arrived home I asked, “We got a LOT of alcohol. How many friends are coming over tomorrow?”

    “Just a few. Maybe 25 or 30.”

    “So just a few? Hahahaha! Sounds like our place!”

    She smiled and formally said, “I give my consent, you can fuck me now.” She handed me a condom and started unbuttoning her blouse. I kicked my shoes off, shucked my pants and boxers, and rolled the condom on my quickly hardening pecker.

    I was unzipping her jeans by the time she had most of the buttons undone. “Forget the top, just lean over the table!”

    I slid her hip-hugger jeans down and pushed her panties to the side. It felt extra naughty and dirty, fucking my little stepsister from behind, in the dining room where our family ate. When I finished and took the condom off, I wiped some of my semen on the precious custom-printed fabric seat of my stepmother’s overly expensive, custom-made dining chair.

    I had no idea why, but the chair was the only thing in the house that she cleaned regularly. “Shhh! Don’t tell her.” Katie giggled. Score one sex for me, plus some stealthy payback. I screwed Katie again, then slept nude with her that night.

    Later I found out Dad sat in it and my stepmother rode him, when the kids were away. The custom design was to make it easier for them to fuck.

    Penny called and told me she would be there at noon, so Katie and I took our time having some slow, very slippery sex in the shower. It was a pity Katie only counted as one sex. I thought it was extra naughty and dirty, screwing a girl so young, barely legal. She wasn’t full grown yet, so I wouldn’t ask her for anal.

    I introduced the two of them, and by the end of lunch, I noticed Katie stare at Penny’s chest a few times. Penny took out a cigarette, and Katie said, “I’m out. Can I share it with you?”

    I knew there were two cartons only three steps away, but I wasn’t going to wreck the lesbian seduction scene that was unfolding in front of me.

    I hated the smell and the taste, but loved watching girls smoke while I fucked them. It felt kind of like fucking and getting a blowjob at the same time. Seeing the sucking motion did powerful things to my dick.

    Penny sucked in a big puff and held the cigarette near Katie as she exhaled. Katie took a deep drag, then leaned over and blew it in Penny’s mouth. I felt my pants get very tight, watching them kiss and smoke two whole cigarettes. By the time the second one was finished, Penny had a hand between Katie’s legs and Katie blatantly squeezed one of Penny’s big tits.

    As they stood up and walked to my parent’s bed, I followed. Penny looked at me. “She’s mine for now. If she’ll let you, you can fuck her later.”

    Katie surprised her with, “We already did it, twice. Oh, and a couple blowjobs.”

    Penny pretended, saying, “He’s such a dirty boy, to do anything with this sweet innocent cutie of a child. So, so naughty!”

    I smiled. “When I’m good, I’m good. But when I’m bad, I’m amazing!”

    18-year-old Katie squeezed my package through my pants and pretended too. “He’s a boy. He has a dick. Eeew! Boy germs!”

    Penny kissed me lightly. “Lesbians only, we don’t want boy cooties.” She slowly shut the door in my face.

    Over the next two hours, I heard the bed squeaking most of the time. Two hours of sex and who knew how many orgasms, but it only counted for one.

    When they walked out after, instead of being jealous that I was left out, I was glad she had a good time.

    The party that night was far more than ‘just a few friends.’ The place was packed, with barely enough room to sit on the floor. There were at least forty high school students, plus Penny, Katie, and I. Many cigarettes were smoked, many drinks were drunk, and a bong was passed around. When the last of the guests left at 4 in the morning Penny and I shared Katie in bed, but she still only counted as one.

    We met Melissa and Ben in the lobby of the hotel in Zurich. We kissed and started to fondle each other’s fun bits in the elevator. I remembered and reminded them. “The contest. Nothing between the four of us until we get home. Right?”

    We looked at each other several seconds, deciding. As the elevator dinged and the door opened, they agreed. “Right.”

    Ben asked, “So what are everybody’s scores so far? Front and butt?”

    Melissa said, “Fourteen and eight.”

    Ben cheerfully said, “I only have eleven sex, but I’m leading anal with ten. How many for you two?”

    They looked at us expectantly.

    “One sex each. No anal.”

    Melissa lightly patted our cheeks as she teased, “Awwh! Poor babies. You better have some lunch and hurry the slut up!”

    Penny and I were so jet lagged and hung over we didn’t want any more that day, maybe not even the next day. I surprised myself a little the next afternoon, when I helped translate. Penny saw two Frenchmen she thought were attractive. They knew a little English, so it wasn’t too difficult to communicate the point that she wanted them in her bed. No further translation was necessary. I saw her around the slopes and the ski lodge several times over the next five days, always with both of them.

    The next morning started our third day in Switzerland. I decided to get some skiing in. I rode the chair lift, and at the top of the mountain, I saw a blonde couple waving their arms around and yelling at each other. They spoke what I thought was Norwegian or maybe Swedish. Months later, I learned it was Latvian.

    The man took his skis and stormed off angrily, walking toward the dreaded ‘Black’ expert and pro slope. I saw the lady cry a little, and she started down the ‘yellow’ intermediate slope before I did. I followed at a safe distance and was impressed. She was a good skier, maybe better than me.

    At the bottom of the slope, we were paired up for the chair lift. She bashfully glanced at me a few times, and I glanced at her. She looked a few years older than me but had a pretty face. Under the bulky winter jacket, she might be shaped like a potato, a stick, or an hourglass. I had no idea about her body, but I started to like her.

    We made two more runs, sharing a lift and smiling each time. On our fourth run she made a mistake, and the tip of one of her skis hit a large rock, sending her tumbling.

    By the time I got to her, she was sitting up, holding her ankle. I understood the pain on her face, but not her words. I helped her get up and hobble back to the lodge. We sat near a big fireplace, and I slowly took off her boot and sock. She smiled, as I held her foot gently. I carefully felt her ankle and moved it around a little. It didn’t seem anything was broken, but it was swelling a bit.

    I pointed to the first aid kit on the wall and mimed making a phone call. She understood, and thought a moment, then shook her head. I carefully massaged her foot, then took her other boot off, played with her toes, and kneaded both feet at the same time. She moaned with pleasure and smiled. I playfully kissed the tops of her feet.

    She said something to an elderly gentleman, and with a very strong accent, he translated to me. “Say she want bath. Help with tub.”

    “Thank you, sir!”

    I smiled, looking into her eyes, as she smiled back at me. I helped her up to my room and kissed her lips as she sat on the bed. She shyly looked away and blushed for several seconds, then kissed me back. We finally exchanged names as we undressed, hers was “Inga”.

    I helped her to the bathroom. She had a few small wrinkles at the corners of her eyes but was still beautiful. I thought she was about five years older than I was, but I didn’t mind. She had a bit of a belly, and very large breasts, even larger than Melissa’s!

    I moved to help her into the tub, but she motioned for me to get in first. I took a condom from my pocket, but she pushed it away. I climbed in the water, which was almost too hot.

    She sat in my lap, and we had tub sex until both of us came twice, before the water started getting uncomfortably cool. She bounced in my lap, splashing soapy water all over. I’d had many girls who were tighter, but it still felt great, fucking and squirting into her, as I played with her huge tits in the tub.

    I had an idea and wanted to make sure of her language skills first. I smiled calmly, as I said, “The wall is on fire.” She calmly said something I didn’t understand and kissed my chin.

    Again, I smiled, saying, “A dog is shitting on the bed.” She kept smiling and played with my hair.

    The next time we made love, I called her “Mommy”, and told her how much I loved my Mommy, and loved fucking my Mommy. My actual mother never did anything sexual with me, but I had a tremendously exciting time loving and fucking my pretend mother.

    Since she had no idea what I was saying, I let my darkest fantasy out. “So good, Mommy! Yes, Mommy! Make a baby Mommy! Make me a sister so I can love her too! Make a sister for me, and help me love her, so she can make a baby with me too! Help me fuck my sister, Mommy!”

    I imagined my mother guiding my cock into a younger version of herself, as the two of them kissed. It set off my arousal like nothing ever had before. I replayed the fantasy in my head each time we fucked, until Inga left. Each time, the Mom and sister fantasy drove me to three or even four climaxes inside her, before I softened and needed to rest. Most of the time, I need to stop a little while after two, or sometimes just one.

    Something she repeated a lot during sex sounded like, “leel sokolad balkee”, which I later found out means “big chocolate log”. She was fantasizing I was black with a huge dick. That didn’t bother me. My fantasy was much stranger and far more disturbing.

    We kissed and cuddled on the bed a long time before we fell asleep. That’s about all the information I ever learned about her, but we happily kissed, made out, and fucked several times a day. To my joy, one of our lovemaking sessions each day was in the tub, with her bouncing in my lap as she slid up and down on my rod.

    As we got up from lunch our fourth day together, she kissed me and waved goodbye. I gave her a tight hug and kissed her a final time. I quietly cried, as I saw her walk to the airport shuttle.

    I sniffled and rubbed my eyes on my way back to my room. I managed to stop crying in the elevator.

    As I stepped into the hall, I bumped into Penny and she looked very sad too. “The French guys left. I didn’t think I would, but I miss them. How is your blonde lady doing?”

    I burst into tears and wailed. “Bwahahahaw! I miss her! Awhahaw!” I hugged Penny as I cried and cried.

    She kindly hugged me back. “It’ll be ok, Lew. I got you. It’s ok.”

    Until Inga started walking away, I had thought it was just a casual fling, but I had feelings for her, even though we had only communicated a few sentences worth of words.

    Penny laid on my bed hugging me. I comforted her as she mourned the loss of her French guys. They barely even learned each other’s names, but she had a connection to them too.

    After an hour cuddling on the bed I wasn’t really in the mood, but I asked, “Would you like sex tonight?”

    “Just hold me. Please?”

    “Okay.” I was fine with that. We were sharing our sorrow and starting to truly love each other. In the morning I gently fingered her as she woke, but she didn’t cum. She reached and held my cock lightly, but I said, “It’s ok, Penny. Even without sex, I love you. I honestly and truly love you. I’d never give you up or trade you for anybody.”

    “I love you too, Lewis. I love you with my heart and my body, but even more with my mind and my soul.”

    We shared a slow, sweet kiss for a long time. I looked deep into her eyes, and asked, “Will you marry me?”

    She didn’t pause or hesitate. “Yes!” She kissed me with a little more passion and lots of love.

    We skipped breakfast, kissing and cuddling for hours. Around noon, we decided lunch, sex, and a shower would be good. Maybe not in that order. We washed and kissed in the shower, and made slippery, slow, romantic love until both of us came so hard we fell down, laughing.

    We held hands on the way downstairs and saw Melissa and Ben at lunch.

    Penny told them, “We have big news!”

    Ben interrupted, “So how many? I got four more anal, and two more sex.”

    Melissa proudly but quietly announced, “I got most of a hockey team! Eleven more for me! How many, Penny?”

    It took her a moment to shift gears and understand what Melissa was asking. “Uh… three. And two for Lew.”

    Ben tried to cheer us up. “Two or three in a day isn’t that bad. You still have a chance to catch up.”

    Penny corrected him, “No, two and three total, for the whole week.”

    I was annoyed, and said, “I don’t want to catch up. I’m in love! Penny and I are engaged!”

    Melissa asked, “So you two are way behind, but… wait, what? You’re getting married? So, you don’t like us anymore?” There was a tear in the corner of her eye.

    Ben looked a little sad.

    Penny told them, “We love each other, and we want to get married. But we still like the two of you a lot. I think we still want to sleep with you sometimes?” She looked at me.

    “We love each other, but fun with you is great too. I’d like to still sleep with you once in a while. Maybe a couple times a week?” I looked in Penny’s eyes.

    Penny agreed, “Twice a week sounds good. We still like the two of you a lot.” She put one arm around Melissa’s back, and one around mine.

    The four of us shared a night of slow, loving sex in my bed, and the next day Ben and Melissa returned to the contest.

    Penny gave each a thousand as prizes for the contests, and we flew home in the morning.

    Instead of going back to our apartment, we decided to visit Penny’s father, Reggie. On the way, she explained that in addition to her father’s mental illness she had explained earlier, he was acting even more oddly. She reassured me he wasn’t dangerous at all, just strange.

    Penny had given him a gift that would help him but would offend or upset a lot of people. She got him an inflatable sex doll with a wig glued to it and told him her name was Molly. Her father could hold, love, and have sex with the new Molly to make up for the loss of her sister years ago. She said he was happier than he’d been since she was a small child. He loved his new daughter Molly and wasn’t afraid to tell everybody. He had bought her a very nice dress and put it on her.

    We had dinner with Reggie and Molly and watched him hold spoons of food to her mouth, encouraging her to eat. He ate the food himself and said, “That’s such a good girl, eating well for Dad dy.

    We went in the parlor to chat, and Reggie held plastic inflatable Molly in his lap. He handled her gently and was clearly in love with her. I thought it was very strange, but it helped him, and wasn’t hurting anybody. When we told him of our engagement, he insisted on making sure I would treat her well. He wanted to watch us make love, to see that I didn’t hurt her. He also insisted on meeting my parents soon.

    Penny and I reluctantly let he and Molly watch us when we made romantic, kind, caring love that night. By the time we finished, he had his penis in Molly and was fucking her plastic pouch of a vagina too.

    When he finished, Penny said, “See, Lewis is a good man, and he’s great to me! He loves me, just like you love Molly.”

    He gently held the plastic blow-up doll, stroking its fake hair. “Daddy loves you so much, Molly!” He gave her a kiss on her sideways-vulva-shaped mouth.

    “I’m so glad my other baby girl is marrying a good one. Once I meet your family, I’ll be happy to give you her hand at the wedding. I’ll give you my house too, as a wedding gift, and get an apartment. We don’t need so much space, now that it’s just the two of us. You’ll need room for all your babies.”

    He was going to give us his 60-room mansion! Just before we left, he took me aside and handed me two items, a ring box, and a fat envelope of cash. He gave me a hug, saying, “Take care of my baby, son.”

    “I will, sir, I sure will.”

    I called my parents and filled them in about Reggie, his mental illness and his oddities. I gave them his number and asked them to get in touch with him. Penny reassured them he was just a kind, strange goofball.

    When Melissa and Ben returned, they told us in great detail about how Melissa won the slut contest, and Ben was the best butt slut. I held Penny in my lap as we listened and got excited hearing about their dirty escapades. The four of us had a wild night of passion, with all of us driving everybody else to orgasm at least once. I squirted into Ben’s ass twice, as we watched the girls smoke and kiss, and he did mine while I licked Melissa to heaven.

    I liked to see female faces a lot more than male ones, but I still liked feeling a hard prick in my butt sometimes. My favorite thing of all was, and still is, having my cock in an anus, male or female, while I watch a young woman sucking on something. It doesn’t matter if it’s a cock, a cigarette, a straw, or a toe. Watching a pretty girl’s cheeks and lips make that sucking motion is super-arousing to me. Feeling an anal ring squeeze one part of my cock tightly is also great, even better than regular sex with a tight vagina.

    We replaced the bed in the ‘Cool’ room with a much bigger one, and now had “Ben and Melissa’s room” and “Lewis and Penny’s room”.

    Ben and Melissa would have other people stay with them sometimes, usually a young man or two, or occasionally a male-female couple. Penny and I were faithful to each other, except our two nights a week as half of our usual lusty foursome.

    We continued our studies and were as happy as we thought we could be, until the terrible day we heard about the sinking. My Dad and stepmom had gotten together with Reggie to get to know each other and help plan the wedding. They told him how much fun they had sailing before.

    Instead of just sailing a small boat around Grand Bahama, Reggie rented a yacht. Not being a sailor, he chartered a crew, captain, chef, and so-on. They had a great time cruising around most of the Caribbean. My stepmother liked Reggie, but he was too odd and strange for my Dad ‘s taste. The last we heard, they were on their way to the Caymans, and had never been happier. They told a funny story about how Reggie spanked his sex doll, because it refused to eat broccoli. When I told Penny, she sprayed a mouthful of cola on my shirt.

    After a long laugh, she sadly remembered, “My sister Molly hated broccoli.”

    Five days later, in the middle of the night, I got a frantic call from my stepsister Katie. “Lew, they’re gone! The Coast Guard says they’re gone!”

    “What? Who’s gone? What do you mean?”

    “Mom and Dad ! The Coast Guard says they went into a storm on the boat, and now nobody can find or contact them! They’re gone!” She started crying too much for me to understand her.

    I let her calm down a little, and said, “I’ll be home in a few hours. I’ll take care of things. It’ll be okay.”

    We tried to keep up hope, but we knew they were gone two weeks later, when a fisherman found a floating sex doll with a life preserver on it. Reggie would never give her up if he were alive.

    Penny inherited Reggie’s mansion, money, and other things. It would be far more than we’d need for the rest of our lives. My parents didn’t own much but specified me as guardian of Katie and Tom in their will.

    We moved to the mansion with Katie and Tom, and the first night was a little exciting. Barely-18 Tom kept staring at Penny’s chest. It was blatant, he didn’t glance or even try to hide it. At bedtime, Tom pretended he was afraid. “This old house is so big and spooky. It feels like there might be ghosts here. It’s scary. Could I sleep with somebody tonight?” He continued to stare at Penny’s boobs.

    Penny saw through it, like the rest of us did. She kissed him on the lips and told him, “What you’re really asking is, ‘Will I give you a blowjob?’ and ‘Can you play with my tits?’ Okay. Let’s sleep over here.” He blushed furiously, as she led him to a bedroom down the hall.

    My brunette stepsister Katie laid next to me on her belly on the bed. She lit a cigarette and looked in my eyes as she took several puffs. Much too late, she asked, “Is it okay if I smoke in here?”

    “Only when my cock is in you. Get those pants off.”

    The four of us cuddled and fucked our way through most of the grief, sharing the king bed in the master bedroom. Tom didn’t like guys, and I respected that. I was more than happy to screw Penny from behind as she sucked him, and Katie was a sexy lay too. At least every other day, I had fun with one or both of the girls in the hot tub or outdoor pool. The feeling of water splashing while I’m inside somebody gets me super-hard. I love it.

    Penny and I got married and finished college, and Tom moved in with one of the nine girlfriends he found since we lost Dad and my stepmother. Katie stayed with us and became our ‘daughter’. One time she heard us calling each other ‘Mommy’ and ‘Daddy’ and started calling us that too. I was beyond happy, sexually and emotionally, since I had two replacement mommies to love and screw. Penny decided that she wanted to have a baby, and actually be a Mommy. She threw out her birth control pills and had even a little more sex than we usually did. She encouraged me to give her a creampie at least twice a day.

    I had sex with Penny unprotected for three months, but she didn’t get pregnant. On the fourth month of trying, Katie had morning sickness, and a test showed she was pregnant, instead of Penny. Both went to the doctor, and we discovered Penny was infertile. Since Katie was only 19, and didn’t have a real boyfriend, she agreed the baby would be ours. She didn’t want to see the baby and get attached to it, so I gave her a large check to help her get started with a new life, and Penny and I got our daughter Samantha.

    After the first three months of waking up to a crying baby every few hours, we loved Samantha more than we loved ourselves. Every parent thinks their baby or toddler is the cutest in the world, but little brunette Samantha really was. She became the meaning in our lives. We took great care of her, loved her, and spoiled her rotten.

    When she started going to school at age five, I launched my company, Limnophile Enterprises, which produces a range of cleaning chemicals which are safe for people and the environment. A few of our products taste awful, but you won’t even get seriously ill if you eat or drink a spoonful of them. With the environmental movement, and cancer risk becoming a major concern, the company is a huge success.

    When she was nine, we decided Samantha needed a sibling or two, to learn to get along with people better. We adopted Jacob and Jennifer, redheaded 10-year-old fraternal twins.

    When they got a few years older and went to high school, they spent a lot of time away from home with their friends. Penny and I were a little lonely, so we adopted two sisters, 13 and 14-year-old blondes Amy and Anne. We enjoyed having them in our family too.

    When each of the kids turned 18, we had a serious talk with them, letting them know we’d teach them about sex and share our bed if they wanted, but we’d still be happy to care for them if they wanted to just be our kids.

    Within the year, Penny and I had three extra lovers most nights, Samantha, Jennifer, and Jacob. Since I was her biological father, I was always very careful to use condoms with Samantha, even though she was on birth control. She didn’t know I was her real father. Penny and I had told her she was adopted like the others, to avoid confusing her when she was young.

    The three kids went to the same college, and we paid for them to have an apartment instead of living in the dorms. It wasn’t a surprise when they brought home a boy the three of them were in love with too. Foursomes appeared to run in the family.

    The next summer we had major trouble with the water and sewer at the mansion, as well as termites. We decided to buy a partially finished home and make some major changes. I lobbied hard and got my way.

    Our new home would have an indoor pool, a half-Olympic size outdoor pool, and a ‘river of fun’. The ‘river’ was basically a very long pool with a few waterfalls, some animal statues that sprayed water, and a romantic grotto. Lots of love was made in the grotto, and also a few babies. I let Penny have her way by getting a large deck with barbecue and fire pit. We both loved the idea of an outdoor hot tub large enough for fifteen people. We went on a round-the-world trip until it was ready in August.

    We adopted several more kids and loved them in several ways, all legally, of course. After many more years of mostly happy family life, we arrive back at the beginning of the story, the morning of my 35th birthday party.

    The party was a lot of fun. The whole family was there. Melissa and Ben even visited with their pair of boyfriends and two daughters. I got several thoughtful gifts and we had a great time. After supper and a few movies, we put the kids to bed and had a talk by the fire pit.

    Jacob and Samantha announced they were engaged and would be married in two months. Penny brought out sparkling wine and we celebrated. They also had a great idea for a new company they wanted to start. They were very bright and showed me a well-thought-out business plan. All fourteen of our other foster children who were 17 or older had collaborated with them, and wanted to work at the new company too.

    They asked if we could invest some money to get them started. They were very nervous and reluctant to ask us, but they didn’t know of any other way they could come up with the ten million. Penny and I talked privately for a moment, and she gave them the news. We wouldn’t invest in their company, but we would give them a million each as gifts. They would all be equal partners, with Samantha and Jacob as CEO and President.

    They told us the bad news last. Their company would be in the best place for it to succeed, Australia, nearly half the world away. We wouldn’t see them again for four years, until the company was doing well. We hugged and kissed all of them and wished them the best.

    Penny and I still had a foster daughter and son who were 15 and 16, but we were suddenly very lonely. Once the others left we had the two of them in our bed fully clothed, and no sex for three nights. But life continued on.

    When they returned for the winter holidays four years later, we had an immense party. When the family fun was over at 9pm, we put all the kids to bed. The adults had cigarettes, cigars, adult beverages, and some very adult and interesting edibles around the campfire. Samantha went to get one of the interesting cookies and saw me standing by them. She said, “The cookies taste good, but they’re really strong. If you haven’t had them before, you should just try a quarter of one, and see how you do.”

    I told the sparkly purple mermaid riding a sea dragon, “I had three.”

    “OH MY GAWD! Let’s get you to a chair, Daddy! Over here!” I missed the first half of the orgy, but I was quite happy talking to a wizard and some elves nobody else could see.

    They started with kissing and fondling on the deck, then moved to the hot tub and river of fun for a foster family orgy. Maybe an hour later, the elves carried me inside just in time to see the lusty mob gather in our double-king size bed. Even that wasn’t large enough to hold the mass of mating bodies. Five or six people moved their group grope to the indoor pool.

    My daughter Samantha led me out to the grotto in the river of fun. She was my actual genetic daughter, but thought she was adopted. I was a little drunk and stoned out of my mind, or I never would have agreed when she asked me to get her pregnant because her husband was infertile. At the time I was highly intoxicated and quite confused. I was pretty sure I was screwing a mermaid, or maybe a dolphin.

    We fucked and splashed in the water, loving and cumming, for who knows how long. To the best of my recollection, I climaxed into her at least three times. I never told anyone, but it was the naughtiest, kinkiest, and best sex of my life. Or maybe most of it was the drugs. But it was great.

    Each time they visit, I’m glad to see my granddaughter Amanda. I’ll never tell her she’s my genetic daughter too, and nobody but her mother and I know. I do my best to treat all my grandchildren equally, but Amanda usually gets a little something extra from ‘Gramps.’

    Just before the family left for the airport, Samantha explained the cookies weren’t the common cannabis ones. They also had a tiny amount of another interesting ingredient called LSD. The hard candies I’d eaten three of had a different but still interesting flavoring called ecstasy. I shouldn’t drive for a few days or take a drug test for a few months.

    As my daughter walked to the taxi, the sea dragon told me to ignore her, everything would be fine. I asked the elves and they agreed.


  • Ch. 15 – Clubbing With Ashley & Sandy

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    Sandy & I take Ashley home for some non-stop sex.

    Chapter 15:

    Clubbing With Sandy and Ashley

    The Uber ride home from Sandy’s seemed to take forever. The dinghy ride to the boat was worse. I was barely aboard and down below before my pants were off and I was stroking my cock. I was so horny it didn’t take but a minute before my creamy white cum came squirting out of my dick. Satisfied for now I climbed into bed and soon drifted off with pleasant thoughts of eating Sandy’s pussy and tomorrow’s possibilities echoing in my head.

    Woke up and fixed coffee and some breakfast. Read some internet news just to see if the world was still falling apart. It was but my mind was really wondering if Sandy would follow through. I busied myself with some minor “fix it” projects on the boat. Before I knew it, it was 3 o’clock. Hadn’t heard from Sandy. Should I call? Would that be too pushy? If I don’t call, will she think I’m not interested? I was torn. I popped a beer and retired to the cockpit to contemplate my next move.

    About 3:30 she called. “Hey sailor. Got a proposition for you. How ’bout we meet at the bar and mutually *********** our partner for tonight. Sound feasible?” I had hoped to just show up at her place to find Sandy and some slut getting it on and sort of join in. This new plan involved, well, work. “Gee, I guess so. Not sure how the dynamics are gonna work.” “Not to worry sailor. Leave all that to me. Just show up at the bar on Main by 7. Got it? Oh, and wear something nice, a collared shirt maybe. Maybe even some cologne. Not that you need it, but the girls go for that stuff.” “This is getting complicated Sandy.” “Oh, fuck off dick head. You asked for this. You could have just fucked my ass last night and been done with it. But NOOO. You wanted to see two girls getting it on and maybe fuck two assholes. You play, you pay. Suck it up sailor and just meet me at the bar.” “OK boss lady.”

    I walked in the crowded bar and surveyed the crowd. About 2/3 women, some on the dance floor dancing with each other, some with guys. Didn’t see Sandy right off so I made my way to the far end of the bar and ordered a draft. Kept scanning the crowd for Sandy. The music stopped and the dance floor cleared. Suddenly a woman was aiming right toward me. “Hey sailor. Glad you could make it.” Holy fuck. It was Sandy yet it wasn’t. She was all made up, bright lipstick, heavy mascara, eyeliner, thick rouge. And she had on a very tight, very revealing top showing her midriff and lots of cleavage. Her nipples were on full display. Her skirt was a micro-mini, skintight. She had her hair teased up or something, couldn’t really tell. “Whoa! You certainly look different!” “Different bait catches different fish.”

    “Here’s the plan, Sailor. When songs play, I’m gonna go dance with a girl. Whoever I’m dancing with will definitely go home with me for sex. Different girl each dance until there’s one you like. When I’m dancing with the one you want, come start dancing with us. After the song we can get drinks and talk. Got it?” Before I could answer the music started and she flitted away, grabbing some hussy to dance with. Wow. This was weird, not what I expected at all.

    I sat and sipped my beer wondering what I had gotten myself into. As the third song started, Sandy escorted a young girl to the dance floor but worked her way right past me, sitting at the bar. She shot daggers at me, hesitated with her partner briefly right in front of me and slid onto the dance floor. Her partner was young and attractive, at least with all her makeup on, and would do in a pinch. Not my first choice but not my last one either. Throughout the song Sandy kept her eyes riveted on me. Her dance partner noticed, looked over her shoulder at me and said something to Sandy. I could see Sandy laugh and then the music stopped. They made a beeline to me. Uh-oh. The jig is up I thought.

    The girl was cute, about 22 or 23. Dressed about like Sandy. Definitely fuckable but not the type usually attracted to older guys like me. “This is Ashley. She thinks you’re cute and that we’re married.” I roared with laughter and nearly fell off my barstool. “Hi Ashley.” “You’re cute. I love your long blonde hair. Looks cool on an older guy” Ashley said. Not knowing how to proceed, I looked at Sandy with pleading eyes. She took over. “Hey Ashley – sailor and I were just gonna go back to my place for some drinks and some adult fun. How ’bout you join in? You look like you’re up for some adult action tonight, huh? How ’bout it?” Ashley squealed with delight, jumping up and down. “Oh, absolutely! I’d love to!”

    At Sandy’s, Ashley wanted a Rum and Coke. Sandy made a strong one and produced her usual bourbon pour for us. The girls sat on the couch; I was in an easy chair across. Sandy had on her tight micro-mini with no undies and made sure to keep her legs spread, pointed right at me. What a view! I remembered a dumb college drinking game aimed at getting the girls wasted. Girls had to drink whenever they said certain words. Ashley wasn’t the sharpest pencil in the box and Sandy and I easily had Ashley taking drink after drink. Before long she was on her third drink, Sandy making them extra strong.

    Being the impatient sort and having had to stare at Sandy’s clean-shaven cunt for a half hour, I suddenly got up, walked over to Sandy, leaned over, and planted a big kiss on her mouth, grabbing her boob as I did so. “Hey! What about me?” protested Ashley. I pulled away and Sandy immediately started making out with Ashley. They kissed for a couple of minutes, then came up for air. I had a full blown hard on, quite visible through my pants. Ashley noticed, giggled, and reached out to touch it. “Want to give it a kiss, Ashley?” “Oh, I’d love to!” “Well, you’ll have to follow me then.”

    I started towards the bedroom, Ashley followed, and Sandy refilled our drinks before joining us. By the time Sandy joined us, Ashley and I were naked, me sitting on the bed Ashley on her knees between my legs sucking my cock. Sandy got undressed quickly and seeing that I was enjoying this blowjob, handed me my drink. Ashley wasn’t very talented, but her warm wet mouth felt good on my throbbing cock. Sandy wanted in on some action, so she took my drink from me and pushed me, so I was laying on my back. Ashley was still trying her best at my cock as Sandy climbed up and straddled me so that she was sitting on my face. Wonderful I thought. I started licking her smooth cunt, the delicious juices magically appearing again. I was only thinking about getting Sandy to squirt on my face when Ashley stopped. “Hey! What about me?” So, we rearranged ourselves so that Sandy could sit on Ashley’s face.

    I stood aside for a minute sucking down my bourbon and watched Sandy rub her twat in Ashley’s face. After a few minutes of this Ashley said she wanted her cunt licked. She scooted up on the bed a bit, rocked her hips back with her legs up high and Sandy knelt between Ashley’s legs, sucking, and licking Ashley’s pussy. Seeing my opportunity with Sandy on her knees bent over, her butt raised up, I grabbed some lube and started preparing Sandy’s asshole for my hard dick. I started with my fingers, then stood on the bed behind her and found her tight puckered anus. I pushed my cock in hard and Sandy made a loud grunt but never stopped licking Ashley’s cunt. I started fucking Sandy’s tight asshole finally getting my cock balls deep inside her. I thrust my cock hard into her butt and started slamming my cock rough and hard into her butt hole. Over and over, I pounded her ass, like a madman. Her ass had started out tight and stayed tight. She later told me that she did special exercises, like Kegels, to keep her asshole tight. She said it just felt better to her when her asshole never loosened up and there was a cock slamming it.

    Ashley was moaning with pleasure as Sandy worked her magic on her pussy. Ashley soon realized what I was doing to Sandy’s ass. “Hey! I want some of that too” she cried out. So, we regrouped again. We all got off the bed and reached for our drinks. Ashley said “I want your cock in my ass too. My girlfriend only pegs my ass and it’s just not the same. Sailor man, you’ll fuck my ass, won’t you?” As I was standing there sipping my drink I replied “Sure honey. But first you have to come and get on your knees.” She knelt in front of me and I grabbed her head. With no finesse or mercy, I just put my cock in her mouth and started fucking her face hard. Just like I had been fucking Sandy’s ass moments before, I shoved it in deep, over and over. Ashley was having some difficulty, choking and gagging, spit and drool running down her chin. I pulled it out, rubbed the drool around with my cock and rammed it back in. I fucked her mouth like a pussy for a good 5 minutes. When I stopped Ashley gasped for air and coughed, gobs of spit dripping from her mouth.

    “Will you fuck my ass now sailor man?” “Well, we’ll get to that, but what about poor Sandy. Nobody’s paying any attention to her. Why don’t you see if you can make Sandy squirt? Let’s see how good you are Ashley.” Sandy was already laying on the bed. She had been watching me pound Ashley’s throat as she rubbed herself. “Aww. Poor Sandy. Let’s see about eating your shaved pussy. I love your shaved pussy. It’s so smooth.” Ashley got to it and shoved her face into Sandy’s crotch. Soon she was finger fucking her too. I sat and watched, excited by watching two girls pleasure one another.

    Shortly Ashley turned around so that she was 69 to Sandy but beside her. Ashley kept mouth fucking Sandy’s cunt and Sandy grabbed her dildo and started fucking Ashley’s ass with it, alternating between her asshole and her cunt. Desperate to cum in one of the 6 holes I had at my disposal, I climbed on the bed and positioned myself behind Ashley’s ass. Her hole was gaping from the dildo Sandy had been using. I guided my still hard cock into Ashley’s asshole and started pumping. I’d go in and out slowly, then I’d switch to her cunt. I’d pump her cunt slowly, then switch back to her ass. I’d alternate between her two holes going faster and deeper with each switch. I couldn’t decide which one of Ashley’s holes I liked better. They were both sweet to fuck and each had their pluses and minuses. Finally, I decided that I wanted to drop my load in her ass. I started pounding her asshole without mercy, just ramming it in all the way.

    Nobody had talked dirty during our orgy, so I started with Ashley. “That’s it slut. Eat that whore’s pussy. Lick it, suck it. Just let me pound my cock deep in your ass. Just be my little ass slut now. I want to shoot my cum deep in your skanky hole you slut. Give me that nice dirty hole bitch. Let me fuck it good, all I want. I’m gonna pound your dirty, skanky asshole till I cum deep inside. I love slamming my hard cock deep in your tight little butt hole. Squeeze that asshole tight around my hard shaft while I shoot my cum load deep in your ass.” Just then Sandy reached up and grabbed my balls as I was pounding Ashley’s ass. Her touch sent me, and I exploded inside Ashley, each thrust ending in a big squirt.

    Having shot my load deep in Ashley’ asshole, I sat in the chair, sipping my drink and enjoyed watching the two girls pleasure each other. They put on quite a show ending with squeals of ecstasy and some serious squirting. It was awesome to watch these girls go to town on each other’s privates. The show now over and all three of us sexually sated, I ordered up an Uber for the ride home. “That was phenomenal, ladies. I thank you from the bottom of my groin. We’ll have to do it again sometime.”


  • Awakenings_(0)

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    For perhaps the tenth time in as many minutes, Kathryn Gray
    glanced up at the large clock on the office wall. It had been one of
    those days that seemed like it would never end. She had a theory
    that the three-day weekend that waited beyond five o’clock
    caused time to move much more slowly. A silly theory, she
    admitted to herself, but as good an explanation as any as to why
    the day was dragging on forever.

    Kathryn had been working at Moore and Ryan for nine
    months now. It had been the twenty-three year old redhead’s
    third job since graduating from college some two years before. All
    things considered, she was glad to have it. Even if it meant that
    she had to travel almost an extra half-hour from her parents
    house out in Queens. At least on this job she had a chance of
    being promoted into a position where she could use the business
    degree she had worked so hard for.

    “Another twenty minutes to go,” she said silently to herself
    as she looked down from the clock to her near empty desk.

    Normally Kathryn wasn’t a clock-watcher, but today she had
    finished all of her assignments early and was feeling a little bored.
    In fact, she had already set up a few things for Tuesday morning
    to get a head start on them. It was just her nature to be
    constantly active.

    “Looks like Miss Perfect’s all done for the day already.”
    Said a quiet laughing voice from behind Kathryn.

    “Hi Angela,” Kathryn smiled as she spun around in her chair
    in response to the comment.

    Angela D’Martino was both a year older and three inches
    taller than Kathryn. The ‘Miss Perfect’ nickname dated back to
    their days at the local high school in Queens. It was a term that
    annoyed her, but Angela usually got away with using it. After all, if
    it weren’t for Angela, she wouldn’t have this job.

    Kathryn was working in a neighborhood store as a
    management trainee when Angela came walking in to buy something.
    They hadn’t seen each other much since high school graduation.
    Not that unusual since Kathryn went away to college and Angela
    stayed home and went to City University. Still they still
    considered themselves friends and Angela mentioned that the
    company she was working for in Manhattan was looking for some
    new staff people. If Kathryn were interested, she’d be happy to
    put in a good word for her.

    Although skeptical at how much Angela’s good word would be
    worth, seeing as she had only been working for the company a year
    herself, Kathryn got her resume together and went down for an
    interview. To her surprise, she got the job, despite there being
    more than a dozen other people applying for it. What surprised
    her even more was that the department head had casually
    mentioned that she had a sterling recommendation from one of the
    firm’s vice-presidents. He had even stopped in after the interview
    to welcome her aboard.

    Thanking the man whom she would now be working for,
    Kathryn was more than a little confused about the
    recommendation. That was until she learned later that Angela
    worked as some sort of assistant for that vice-president.
    Somehow she had convinced him to write that recommendation.

    Exactly how Angela had accomplished that was something
    they hadn’t exactly covered in any of the business courses back in
    school. One night a few months ago, there had been an office
    party to celebrate the end of a major project. About half past
    nine, Kathryn had gone looking for Angela to let her know she was
    leaving and see if she wanted to share a cab ride home. She
    couldn’t find her at the party, but knowing her friend’s habit of
    taking a nap after she’d had a little too much to drink starting to
    check the now deserted offices that had couches.

    It took a while to find Angela, but once she did, everything
    fell into place. Partially opening the door to a small conference
    room, the first thing she saw was her old friend. The second was
    that she wasn’t alone.

    Having doubled dated with Angela a few times back in high
    school, the image in front of her wasn’t exactly new. It was just
    the setting that took her back for a moment.

    Angela was kneeling on the carpet, the low cut blue dress
    she had worn to the party now down around her waist. Back in
    school, the brunette had stirred the envy of many of the other
    girls when she became the first girl to develop – and then
    continued to do so after many of the other girls had stopped.
    From shared shopping trips, Kathryn knew the black bra on the
    floor beside her was a 38D cup.

    Standing in front of the large breasted twenty-four year old
    was that same officer who had lent his name to Kathryn’s job
    application. Like Angela, he was only partially dressed, although in
    the case of the fifty-nine year old, it was his pants and briefs that
    rested around his ankles. From where she stood, Kathryn would’ve
    been able to get a really good look at the silver haired man’s cock –
    that is if it hadn’t been buried deep in Angela’s mouth.

    Back in their school days, Angela had a reputation among the
    guys as a first class cocksucker. It was very obvious that she had,
    if anything, improved in the years since.

    Her tongue seemed to be almost everywhere at once.
    Licking under the crown, tickling the sensitive area beneath his
    balls, massaging the sides of his cock as she again took him all the
    way into her throat.

    “Oh Angela…” the vice-president moaned.

    Angela gripped the base of his cock tightly, preventing from
    reaching a climax. She could feel the pressure against her slender
    fingers, she knew how badly her boss wanted to cum.

    “I have to cum…” he pleaded, giving voice to that which her
    touch had already told her. “Please Angela, I want to cum.”

    The brunette continued to suck and stroke him for another
    few seconds. The she released the pressure against the base of
    his cock, sending a stream of hot whiteness into her mouth.

    Angela slurped the creamy liquid, letting it splash across her
    face. It dripped from her lips and down her chin. Letting the now
    softening cock slip from her mouth, she reached out with her
    tongue and licked it from her lips. It was a satisfying treat.

    Kathryn only stood there a few brief moments more before
    stepping back into the outer corridor, least she be noticed now
    that they were done. She never mentioned what she’d seen to
    Angela or anyone else.

    For a while, it had bothered her that she’d gotten her job
    because Angela was blowing and perhaps even screwing her boss.
    Then after a while she decided that however she got her foot in
    the door, she was proving every day that she was the right person
    for the job. The proof of that had come with her very first raise
    and increased responsibilities two months before.

    “What’s up Angie?” Kathryn asked, using the nickname that
    Angela hated as much as she hated hers.

    “A couple of the girls are going out for drinks after work,”
    Angela said, her tone acknowledging that she had crossed over the
    line with the ‘Miss Perfect’ crack. “And I was wondering if you
    wanted to come along. We going over to the Baron Dekalb and
    there are usually a lot of great guys there on Friday nights.”

    “That sounds like fun,” Kathryn said. “But I already
    promised Yolanda that I’d meet her after work. Would you mind if
    she came along?”

    Instead of the quick agreement Kathryn expected, Angela
    paused a few moments, a look of hesitation on her face.

    “I’m not sure that would be a good idea.” Angela finally
    replied. “A lot of the girls are a little uncomfortable around
    Yolanda.”

    “Why in the world would any of them be uncomfortable
    around Yolanda?” Kathryn said, a touch of confusion in her voice.

    Yolanda Ortega was a computer consultant who’d been
    working on an upgrade of the firm’s mainframe the last four
    months. Four years older than Kathryn, the black haired Latina
    had quickly become a good friend. They’d sat next to each other
    one dark rainy day in the cafeteria and Yolanda had noticed that
    Kathryn was reading Lord of the Rings. She commented that it
    was one of her favorite books and by the end of lunch they
    discovered they shared more than a few interests.

    Since then, they’d made it a point to have lunch together
    whenever they could and usually went out after work at least once
    a week.

    “So what’s wrong with Yolanda?” Kathryn asked again.

    “Well I’m not really one to spread office gossip,” Angela
    said in a much lower voice as she paused and looked around her to
    see if anyone else could hear her.

    “Yeah right….” Kathryn thought.

    “But it seems that your friend isn’t exactly a straight
    arrow.” Angela continued.

    “What are you talking about?” Kathryn said.

    “Well simply put,” the brunette went on. “She’s gay… “

    “Gay?” Kathryn repeated.

    “A lesbian, a dyke, whatever you want to call it,” Angela said.
    “She’s into other women and that makes some people
    uncomfortable.”

    Kathryn had to laugh. “Where did you ever get a asinine
    idea like that?” she asked.

    “Straight from the horses mouth,” The taller girl stated.
    “Or at least from the person she told it to.”

    “You mean she tried to pick up someone here at the office?”
    Kathryn asked.

    “More like someone tried to pick her up.” Angela explained.
    “To be more specific, John Rosselli asked her out to dinner.”

    “John Rosselli has hit on every unmarried woman in this
    office, both you and I included.” Kathryn interjected.

    “That’s true,” Angela agreed. “But both you and I know that
    John doesn’t have a fragile ego that would make him come up with
    a bullshit reason as to why he didn’t score with the lady computer
    genius. He gets turned down a lot, but just goes on to the next
    possibility.”

    Kathryn had to agree with her friend. Like too many men
    they knew, John thought he was god’s gift to women. If it wasn’t
    for the fact that he seemed to be obsessed with trying to bed
    every girl he met, Kathryn might’ve been tempted to agree with
    him. John was 6’2″ with movie star looks. From the ladies room
    gossip she’d heard about the women who’d taken him up on his
    offer, he was phenomenal in bed as well.

    “That doesn’t prove anything,” Kathryn said. “She was
    probably just trying to put him off. The one reason we all still get
    along with John is that he definitely takes no as an answer. Since
    she’s only here temporary, she wouldn’t know that. She might’ve
    figured if she just said that she wasn’t interested he’d just be
    back again the next day. A lot of guys are like that, and you know
    it.”

    “But to say she was gay?” Angela asked. “Come on, who’s
    going to say that if it wasn’t true. She could’ve said she has a
    boyfriend or that she was engaged, or even that she didn’t date
    white guys. No, it has to be true.”

    Kathryn paused for a few moments. She had to admit she’d
    come up with a lot better excuses when approached by guys she
    didn’t like.

    “So what if it is true,” she finally said. “What difference
    does it make? Unless you’re the one sleeping with her she’s just
    another girl in the office.”

    “As long as we’re talking, that’s the other thing I wanted to
    speak to you about.” Angela said. “Some people are beginning to
    wonder about you too. What with all the time the two of you spend
    together these days.”

    “Yolanda is my friend,” Kathryn said strongly. “And we share
    a lot of interests, like books and films, the kind of things that no
    one else in this office seems to care about.”

    “Okay, I know you’re straight,” Angela said, taking a step
    back in her argument. “After all we used to double date. I told
    them you’re not a carpet muncher.”

    Kathryn hadn’t heard that derogatory term since back in
    high school when they used it to refer it to Sissy Wilson, the girl
    the in crowd most suspected of being a closet lesbian. She didn’t
    think it was nice when it was applied to Sissy, and thought it less
    so now that it was being used to label her friend.

    “Well I’m not going to cancel my da…, going out with
    Yolanda.” Kathryn said, a sense of anger in her breast. “So you’ll
    just have to get along with out me.”

    “Suite yourself,” Angela said as she got up to leave. “But let
    me give you one last thing to think about. Yolanda will be gone in a
    few weeks when she finishes the upgrade. The people you’re going
    out of the way to alienate are going to be here with you for a long
    time.

    As Angela walked away, Yolanda noted that five o’clock had
    finally arrived. She found that she wasn’t as excited as she
    thought she’d be.

    Packing up her bag and leaving her desk, Kathryn had a sense
    of being watched. As she walked by three of her female
    coworkers, she was sure that two of them turned and looked at
    her.

    “Angie’s getting you paranoid,” she told herself as she
    reached the office door. “You know they already consider you
    something of an oddball.”

    It hadn’t taken much for a few of the women her age at the
    firm to come up with that assessment. First of all, in their opinion,
    she definitely spent too much time reading. Then there was the
    fact that she actually had a college degree, where the most many
    of them had been to was secretarial or one of those office trainee
    schools. Kathryn was shooting for the stars, while they were
    shooting for whatever party was planned for that weekend.

    Additionally, Kathryn’s reluctance to join in on their weekly
    cock hunts was taken by some as a disapproval of the game. And in
    a way, she guessed it was. Kathryn did have a boyfriend — well at
    least someone she saw on a fairly regular basis. They’d go out,
    have dinner and maybe a movie, and inevitable wind up in bed
    together. It was a mutually satisfying relationship – but at the
    same time missing something.

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    A quick elevation ride to the lobby and Kathryn headed for
    the small atrium on the side of the building. Normally, during
    lunchtime, the small garden spot would be packed. After five
    however, it was normally deserted, the multitudes exiting the
    large office buildings heading instead for either the local bars or
    the fastest way home.

    Sitting down in her usually lunch spot, she patiently waited
    for her friend. It wasn’t a long wait, a few minutes later she
    spotted Yolanda coming out of the same side door she had used.

    Yolanda Ortega was twenty-seven years old and stood five
    foot seven. She had long black hair, which she wore up in a
    carefully crafted style, small ringlets of which framed a pretty
    face. She was within a few pounds of her ideal weight and had
    a figure that caused admiration in men and envy in women. Pert,
    rounded breasts pressed against the material of the dark blue
    dress she was wearing – an erotic image that was overshadowed
    only by the long, smooth and tan hued legs that stretched out from
    beneath that dress.

    Kathryn sometimes thought she’d kill for legs like that. She
    knew she was as pretty as Yolanda, but it was those legs that even
    she envied. Of course being only five three probably had a lot to
    do with it, she usually laughed to herself.

    “I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long.” Yolanda said as
    she caught up to Kathryn, her voice carrying just a trace of the
    South American accent of her native Sao Paulo. “I wanted to run
    one last system check before I left for the weekend. I think I got
    the last of the bugs worked out. If I’m lucky, I’m be able to
    present the program to the board by the end of next week and get
    that early completion bonus.”

    “Oh, you’ll be leaving soon then?” Kathryn asked in response
    to the unexpected news.

    “”I’m afraid so.” Yolanda replied, noting the sadness in her
    friend’s question. “I’m afraid that’s the lot of being a consultant.
    You don’t spend a lot of time in any one place.”

    “I guess so.” Kathryn said.

    “Now don’t look so down my friend,” Yolanda beamed. “You
    don’t think I’m going to just walk away and forget about the best
    friend I’ve made lately – do you?”

    “I hope not.” Kathryn said, her sad expression wavering for
    the moment.

    “Now put away that sad face,” Yolanda insisted. “It’s only
    going to ruin the surprise I have for you.”

    “What surprise?” Kathryn asked curiously.

    “These.” Yolanda said as she reached into her purse and
    handed the shorter woman a small envelope.

    The sad look on Kathryn’s face vanished in an instant as she
    took two tickets out of the envelope. A look of both excitement
    and disbelief replaced it.

    “Omigod!” She gasped. ‘These are for Adrianne and Edmond
    – A Romantic Comedy!” Where did you ever get them? I called the
    box office once and they told me the best I could hope for was six
    months from now. This is the hottest off- Broadway show of the
    year.”

    “Well I have a friend that owed me a favor.” Yolanda smiled.
    “And I remembered you’re saying how much you wanted to see that
    play. The only thing is that they’re for tomorrow night. That’s
    not a problem, is it?”

    “Oh no, not at all!” Kathryn said, still gushing with
    excitement. “I still can’t believe you got these for me. Yolanda, I
    love you, you are the best.”

    With that she threw her arms around Yolanda and gave her
    the biggest hug she could. She enjoyed the warmth of her friend’s
    closeness for a few moments, then the conversation with Angela
    flashed back through her thoughts and she remembered she was
    standing out in what was still a pubic place.

    “Is something wrong?” Yolanda asked as she felt Kathryn
    suddenly tense up and then step back.

    “No, nothings wrong.” Kathryn lied as she looked again at
    the tickets. “I was just thinking that these tickets are too much
    for me to accept. There’s no way I could ever repay you for
    them.”

    “Now did I ask you to repay me?” Yolanda asked. “Your
    friendship is enough. I have few enough real friends that I can
    take them for granted. No, I want you to take these tickets and
    for you and Eric to have a good time.”

    “Eric?” Kathryn said, repeating the name of her boyfriend.

    “Well that’s who I figured you’d want to go with.” Yolanda
    explained. “Was I wrong?”

    “Oh, I thought that you got those tickets for me and you to
    go.” Kathryn said.

    “I’d love to go with you,” Yolanda said, the smile on her face
    lighting up. “I just thought you’d rather go with Eric.”

    “If these were tickets for the Mets or Yankees, I’d say
    yes.” Kathryn laughed. “But spending a few hours watching a play
    really isn’t Eric’s idea of a fun evening.”

    “Okay then, it’s a date.” Yolanda said. “We’ll go to dinner
    first, if that’s okay? I know this really fabulous Chinese
    restaurant that’s not too far from the theater.”

    “That would be wonderful,” Kathryn concluded, proud of
    herself that she didn’t even flinch this time when Yolanda
    innocently referred to their going to the show as a date. “But
    speaking of Eric, I also told him I’d meet him later tonight so I’d
    better get home and change.”

    “Enjoy yourself,” Yolanda said as she wrote down an address
    on one of her business cards. “Here’s the address of the
    restaurant, I’ll meet you there about six, okay?”

    “Six would be fine,” Kathryn said as she looked at the
    address and mentally figured how long it would take her to get
    there from Queens on a Saturday. “I’m looking forward to it.”
    She smiled.

    “You really are a dear, precious friend.” Yolanda said as she
    unexpectedly leaned forward and kissed Kathryn on the cheek.

    With that she turned and walked out onto the street,
    leaving behind a slightly perplexed Kathryn.

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    Dinner with Eric turned out to be one more uninspiring night
    at Clancey’s Bar and Grill. Kathryn had suggested many times that
    they go into Manhattan for a night and try some of the nightlife
    there, but Eric always hedged on the idea. He kept saying he
    didn’t like those kinds of people.

    Kathryn and Eric Foster had been dating for the last year
    and a half. Among their friends, it was taken almost as a given
    that they’d get engaged one day soon. It was not an opinion
    Kathryn shared. Eric was usually fun to be with, but deep down
    she couldn’t picture the two of them together ten years down the
    line.

    Also in the opinion of most of her girlfriends Eric was a
    great catch. With that much she couldn’t argue. He stood 6’2″ and
    had a built that had made him an all-star football player in high
    school. Curly dark brown hair, including a beard and mustache,
    framed a handsome face. The oldest of three sons, he was already
    a partner in his father’s plumbing supply warehouse.

    They had met at a party just before her college graduation
    and it had been love, or at least lust, at first sight. Unfortunately,
    the fires that had burned so brightly at 21 had already begun to
    cool at 23. The reason was both simple and common for many
    couples their age. Eric, like many of his friends, had reached his
    peak intellectually and emotionally when he graduated high school.
    Kathryn in contrast had continued to grow. She was always looking
    to expand her view of the world. Eric’s view rarely extended
    beyond the limited confines of the old neighborhood, and he liked
    it that way.

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    “Oh yeah, baby,” Eric panted as he took a breath and pushed
    his cock between Kathryn’s legs once more time. Kathryn hadn’t
    really been in the mood to have Eric sleep over, but he’d been on
    his best behavior after they left the restaurant that she couldn’t
    bear to say no.

    She realized now that it had been a really big mistake. Her
    mind was definitely elsewhere. All Eric was doing was
    masturbating with her body taking the place of his hand. She was
    relieved when she felt him shudder and climax.

    “If he runs true to form, he’ll be asleep in five minutes.”
    Kathryn thought as he rolled off of her.

    To her surprise, Eric climbed off the bed and reached for
    his pants. He was getting dressed.

    “Sorry babe,” he said as he put his shirt on. “I promised the
    guys I’d play softball in the morning and Billy would rather pick me
    up at my house than here. It’s a lot closer to the field.”

    On another night, Kathryn might’ve felt insulted. This time
    she felt relieved.

    “It’s okay,” she replied. “I have to get up real early
    tomorrow anyway.” she lied.

    He leaned over and kissed her goodbye, making a playful
    grab at her rounded breast while he was at it.

    “Get!” Kathryn laughed. “And good luck in the game.”

    Laying in the darkness of the small apartment over her
    parent’s garage, Kathryn found that sleep wasn’t about to come
    easily. Whatever the drawbacks in her and Eric’s relationship, the
    sex had usually been great. Unfortunately, that hadn’t been the
    case tonight.

    Try as she could, she couldn’t help thinking about Yolanda.
    Was what Angela said about her true? If so, how did she really
    feel about it? She wished there was someone she could talk to
    about it, but she was sure there was no one she knew who would
    ever understand.

    Even her mother and father, who were ever so understanding
    about the nights Eric slept over, would fall back on old
    preconceived notions concerning a lesbian friend. Finally, about
    quarter to four in the morning, sleep finally came.

    -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

    It was closer to lunchtime than breakfast when Kathryn
    finally opened her eyes. She had been asleep for almost eight
    hours. She was, she immediately realized, soaked to the skin with
    perspiration, especially her pussy. She had a vague recollection of
    having erotic dreams, but couldn’t for the life of her remember
    what they had been about – or more importantly, whom they had
    been about.

    “Good morning,” Virginia Gray said as she walked into her
    daughter’s apartment carrying a small pile of laundry. “I thought
    you were going to sleep the day away.”

    “Morning, Mom.” Kathryn said as she reached for the pair of
    panties she had left on the floor. “It’s been a busy week, I guess
    it all caught up with me.”

    Virginia Gray was only 19 years older than her daughter and
    had a much closer relationship with her own children than she’d
    had with her own mother. The entire sex talk with her mother,
    which had occurred on her sixteenth birthday in 1972, had
    consisted of the simple phrase “Nice girls don’t.” By the time it
    came for her to have a little chat with her own child, Virginia had
    learned that nice girls did – and with an abandon and variety that
    Grandmother Willis would’ve found most shocking.

    Somewhat reluctantly, her husband had agreed that if Eric
    and Kathryn were going to do it, and of course they were. It might
    as well be in the garage apartment that they’d originally built for
    Grandmother Willis rather than off in some fleabag motel. Or in
    the back seat of a car, which was where the future Mr. and Mrs.
    Gray had consummated their relationship. Besides, both of them
    had noted, Eric was definitely son-in-law material.

    “I happened to glance out the window when I got up during
    the night and noticed that Eric’s car was gone.” Virginia said,
    ignoring her daughter’s nudity. “The two of you didn’t have
    another fight – did you?”

    “No Mother,” she answered as she grabbed a towel from the
    pile that had just been put on her bed. “He’s playing ball this
    morning and didn’t want to spend the night.”

    “Oh that’s good. I do hate it when the two of you fight.”
    Virginia said as she picked up the remains of her daughter’s
    discarded clothes. “Are the two of you going out again tonight?”

    It had become obvious some time ago that Eric’s best ally in
    trying to convince Kathryn that they should make their
    relationship something more was her mother. There wasn’t
    anything that could make Virginia Gray happier that to see an
    engagement and later wedding ring on her daughter’s hand.

    “Actually I’m going to a play in the city tonight with one of
    the girls at work,” Kathryn said as she reached in and turned on
    the water in the small closet sized shower that her father had
    built. “Yolanda Ortega, you’ve heard me mention her before.”

    “Oh yes, that girl you like to talk about books with.” Virginia
    said, her opinion of what she viewed as a wasted Saturday night
    evident in her voice. “Are you sure you wouldn’t rather go out with
    Eric instead.”

    “Mother, its not like we’re engaged or anything.” Kathryn
    said as she waited for the water to heat up. “He still goes out with
    his friends and I go out with mine.”

    An unusual look flashed across Virginia’s face, one that
    Kathryn rarely saw. It was a look of indecision, something her
    mother rarely suffered from.

    “I know that look, Mom,” Kathryn said. “What is it?”

    “Well it’s probably nothing.” she said.

    “But….” Kathryn added.

    “Well, I just think that perhaps you should spend a little
    more time with Eric, that’s all. “She said. “Make sure he knows
    that you care about him”

    “I would think he knows that.” Kathryn said as she motioned
    in the direction of the unmade bed.

    “Be that as it may,” Virginia continued. “I think you should
    spend more time with him. In fact, I don’t think it would be a bad
    idea if you went over to the ball field and surprised him. The two
    of you could go to lunch.”

    “There’s something you’re still not telling me, Mother.”
    Kathryn said impatiently.

    “All right,” Virginia broke down. “Mary Wilson over in the
    diner told me that Eric was over there yesterday having lunch with
    Tracy McDonald and they seemed pretty cozy. You remember
    Tracy McDonald, don’t you?”

    Of course Kathryn remembered Tracy McDonald. Back in
    high school it was a toss up as to whether Tracy or Angela was
    going to earn the title of class slut.

    “Tracy works for her father’s construction company now and
    they do a lot of business with Eric’s company.” Kathryn said. “It
    might’ve been a business lunch.”

    “According to Mary,” Virginia said. “The only business going
    on in that booth was monkey business. She practically had her big
    breasts in his face the whole time.”

    “Well if that’s what Eric’s looking for, there’s not much I
    can do about it, is there?” Kathryn said as she looked down at her
    own 34-inch bust. “It’s not like I’m going to run out and get
    implants.”

    “I wish you’d take this more seriously.” Virginia said
    insistently.

    “Mother, you take this whole Eric thing much more seriously
    then I ever did.” Kathryn said, knowing that was exactly the last
    thing her mother wanted to hear. “If he decides to find more
    bountiful pastures, I’m not about to chase after him. Now if
    you’ll excuse me, I really need to start getting cleaned up.”

    Surprisingly, Virginia didn’t labor the point but simply
    gathered up the last of the dirty clothes and walked out of the
    apartment. Kathryn shrugged her shoulders and stepped into the
    now hot shower.

    Kathryn closed her eyes as the warm water splashed over
    her body. She though a little about what her mother has said,
    about the idea that Eric might be looking for a new girlfriend.
    Surprisingly, the idea didn’t bother her as much as she thought it
    should have. The relationship with him had gone as far as it was
    ever going to go. Regardless of her parent’s disappointment, maybe
    it was time to move on with her life. True she would miss the great
    sex, which was the best part of being with Eric. But there would
    be other lovers, of that she was sure.

    “Let him have Tracy and her balloon boobs,” she said out
    loud as she rubbed her own breasts. “Maybe I’ll get lucky and my
    next lover will have more than just one head that I’m interested
    in.”

    As she laughed aloud, the red tressed girl suddenly realized
    two things. First, in her mind, she had just ended her relationship
    with Eric. Already she was thinking of it as something that was
    over. All that was left was to tell him. She hoped he had indeed
    fucked that airhead, it would make it all the more easier to break
    up. But either way, last night was the last time he was ever going
    to share her bed.

    The second realization was even more surprising. As she ran
    a soapy washcloth between her legs and across her lightly haired
    pussy, Kathryn discovered she was still quite aroused. Maybe it
    was the thought of Eric screwing Tracy, or some glimpse of that
    forgotten dream from last night. What ever the reason, she
    found her fingers playing with her body.

    Kathryn again stroked her breasts, bringing her pert nipples
    to a familiar hardness. As always, her own touch felt so good.
    Soapy hands glided down across her slim stomach, finding their way
    to the light red bush below. She continued down between her legs
    and then around to the cheeks of her ass, leaving a soaping trail of
    bubbles in her wake.

    Kathryn let out a soft sigh as her fingers rubbed against her
    mound. Running her other hand across her firm mounds once again,
    giving them a playful squeeze, the lithe woman couldn’t believe how
    horny she felt, less than half a day after she’d been fucked.

    With a practiced skill that started when she’d first
    masturbated at 13, Kathryn parted her vaginal lips, quickly finding
    the small stubby clit hidden within. Closing her eyes as she leaned
    back again the tiled wall, she pressed a slippery finger against it.

    “Oh yes.” she purred as a familiar tingle spread out from
    her cunt. “That feels so nice.”

    She slid a finger up within herself, followed by a second and
    a third. It was a poor substitute for a hard cock, but it would have
    to do.

    It wasn’t long before she was furiously pumping her fingers
    in and out, sparking the tiny flame between her legs into a roaring
    conflagration.

    The warm water had turned to hot, filling the tiny room with
    steam. The heat of which paled next to that which radiated
    across her quaking body as her fingers caressed her love canal in
    an orgasmic frenzy.

    Water running down her face, her lips formed a silent O.
    Kathryn felt her legs and arms go weak as repeated waves of
    delight rippled up and down her naked form.

    Long silent moments, broken only by the splatter of the
    shower drops, passed as the redhead rested against the now warm
    tile. The water washing away the traces of her climax.

    “Oh that felt good.” Kathryn said as she filled her hands
    with water and splashed it across her face.

    As she stepped naked back into the one room apartment,
    Kathryn was greeted by a blast of cold air from the air
    conditioner. Her mother must’ve turned in on before she left. The
    weathermen were calling for another hot August day, so she
    decided to dress accordingly. Shorts and a T-shirt were her norm
    in weather like this, especially if she had to brave the subway into
    the city. But Kathryn didn’t think they’d be quite appropriate for
    the theater.

    Thinking about how she should dress for her dinner with
    Yolanda, Kathryn again considered what Angela had said about her
    friend.

    “You know,” she said to the now empty room as she tossed a
    few outfits on the bed. Sometimes I can really be an ass. The
    odds are that Angela, as usual, got all her facts wrong. And even if
    she got them right, what difference does it make? Its not like I’m
    going to be sleeping with her.”

    Three outfit changes later, Kathryn finally settled on a
    comfortable floral print sundress. She stepped in front of the
    large mirror in back of her door and checked her final appearance.
    She reached into the dress and adjusted her bra straps, then
    smiled in satisfaction.

    “Now I can only hope for both a bus and subway car where
    the air conditioning works.” Kathryn thought as she packed her
    small purse. “Otherwise I’m going to be soaked by the time I get
    to Manhattan.”

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    Ten minutes and four blocks later, Kathryn was beginning to
    think that even the A/C wasn’t going to help by the time she finally
    reached the bus stop. It had to already be over 90 degrees. She
    didn’t realize she was about to be rescued.

    “Hey sexy lady, where’re you going?” called out the light
    haired young man in the delivery truck that had pulled up alongside
    the walking woman.

    At first, Kathryn ignored the comment, chalking it up at
    first as belonging to one of the mindless idiots that filled the
    neighborhood. Then when he called out a second time, she
    recognized the voice.

    “Hey, I was only kidding,” Steven Parker said as he pulled
    over to the curb. “You don’t have to ignore me like that.”

    “Oh hi, Steve,” Kathryn said with a smile. “ I didn’t
    recognize you at first.”

    Steve Parker was 19 and lived down the block from Kathryn.
    He was best friends with her younger brother, Kevin.

    “Seriously, where are you off to?” he asked. “It’s way to hot
    to be walking today.”

    “Actually I’m just headed to the bus stop,” she replied. “I’m
    going into the city to see a show with a friend.”

    “Well I guess this if your lucky afternoon.” Steve smiled.

    “Why is that?” Kathryn asked.

    “Because the boxes in back are going to my Uncle Bill’s
    storehouse over in New Jersey. So I’m going to be going right
    through the city.” he explained. “And wouldn’t you rather ride in a
    nice air conditioned van than take your chances with mass transit?”

    “Oh I couldn’t,” Kathryn said.

    “Of course you could.” Steve answered.

    “Well, I guess you could just drop me off in the city and I
    could take the downtown bus from there.” she relented.

    “Don’t be ridicules,” Steve said as he stepped out of the van
    and opened the door on the other side for her. “I’ll drop you off
    right in front of where ever you’re going.”

    “That will take you too far out of your way.” Kathryn said as
    she climbed into the van.

    “Don’t worry about it,” Steve said as he climbed back into
    the driver’s side. “My Uncle’s not waiting for this stuff, they gave
    me the keys. I have all day. Besides, this is a chance to pay you
    back for all the help you gave me with Geometry back in school. If
    it wasn’t for you, I’d have never passed the course.”

    Actually, Kathryn was tutoring her brother and Steve just
    sat in on the lessons, but who was she to look a gift horse in the
    mouth. She smiled at the younger man and accepted his offer.

    As they headed over the 59th street bridge into the city,
    Kathryn thought to herself what a really good-looking young man
    Steve had grown into to. It was a pity that he was so much
    younger than she was or she might be interested in going out with
    him. But if she was putting Eric out of her life because he was too
    immature at twenty-three, what was she going to do with someone
    even younger. The way she’d been feeling all day, she found herself
    imagining what Steven might be like in bed. Would he be a good
    lover? From what she could see, he had a great body.

    That dangerous train of thought brought another memory
    back to Kathryn as she watched the city streets pass by. Three
    years back, when he was a junior in high school, Steve had been
    involved in somewhat of a scandal. Actually an alleged scandal, she
    corrected herself, because it was swept under the rug in such a
    way that the school board denied anything had ever happened.

    It had involved Diane Toland, one of the school’s history
    teachers. On the high side of thirty-five, Diane was one of those
    female teachers with a body that delighted and excited teenage
    boys. And it was obvious she was pleased with the attention they
    showed her. Kathryn had never been in one of her classes but she
    had heard about them. Ms. Toland was known for wearing blouses
    that showed off her ample cleavage as well as skirts that showed
    the curves of her ass quite well. Kevin swore to her once that he’d
    been sitting behind her when she bent over to pick up a piece of
    chalk and that she hadn’t had anything on under her skirt. At the
    time, Kathryn had laughed at her brother’s claim.

    Anyway, it seems that there was a rumor that was
    circulating about Steve around the school that year. The result of
    some comments made by an unknown member of his gym class.
    Namely that Steve had a cock that belonged on a horse, one that
    was bigger limp than most guys hard. Kathryn only heard about
    this much later as she had already graduated by that time.

    It was just one of those stories. Until the day, it was
    claimed, that Cindy Pisano walked into the audio visual supply room
    and found Ms. Toland in a state of partial undress, trying her
    hardest to take Steve’s horse cock into her mouth. The rumor
    spread like wildfire around the school, but no one seemed to be
    willing to confirm or deny the tale. School ended quickly after
    that, less than a week later, and Ms. Toland didn’t return the
    following year. No one seemed to ever want to talk about the
    story, but Steve didn’t lack for female company that summer, his
    senior year, or any time since.

    “Well here we are.” Steve announced as he pulled out of
    traffic and up to the curb. “We didn’t make bad time.”

    Kathryn looked up at the street sign to confirm they were on
    the right street. She had been lost in her daydream and hadn’t
    even noticed the last few miles. Despite the air conditioning, her
    skin felt warm.

    “Thank you, Steve,” she said as she leaned across and gave
    him a kiss on the cheek. “You are a dear.” she smiled.

    As she opened the door and climbed down, Steve called her
    name.

    “Kathryn,” he ginned. “You really do look hot! I envy the
    guy.”

    “I told you, I’m meeting a girlfriend from work.” she insisted.

    “Yeah, right!” Steve laughed as he put it in gear and headed
    back out into traffic.

    -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

    Checking her watch, Kathryn saw that she was a half hour
    early. She checked the address Yolanda had given her and saw
    that it was right down the block. A minute later she was standing
    in front of a small sign in English and Chinese that simply said
    Madame Cheng’s.

    Standing outside the basement entrance of the simple brick
    building, the restaurant seemed very nondescript. In was only
    after she stepped inside that Kathryn suddenly felt like she’d been
    transformed to another time and place. Decorated like Shanghai in
    the 1930’s, the place certainly had atmosphere.

    “Table for one, Miss?” a quite attractive Chinese woman,
    whom Kathryn judged to be in her mid-forties, asked as she
    stepped out from behind a small counter.

    “Oh, I’m supposed to meet a friend here,” Kathryn replied
    as she wondered if her guess about the woman’s age was right. It
    was so difficult to tell with many Asian women. They looked almost
    the same for so long. “I guess I’m a little early.”

    “Did she make a reservation?” the woman, who was dressed
    in a traditional mandarin dress asked as she checked the small
    clipboard in her hand. “What is the name?”

    “I’m not sure if she did,” Kathryn replied. “Her name is
    Yolanda Ortega.”

    The Chinese woman looked up from the clipboard and smiled.
    She called out to another woman, similarly attired, who was also
    behind the counter. Kathryn had no idea what she said, the
    rapid-fire speech was in Chinese, but it did bring the other woman
    quickly out from behind the counter. She did however recognize
    the name Yolanda in the exchange.

    “Please follow me, Miss.” said the second woman, whose age
    was as difficult to guess as the first. “Your table is right this way.”

    Kathryn followed the woman though the restaurant to a row
    of booths in the back. As far away from the noise of the kitchen
    and front desk as you could get, Kathryn had the impression that
    they were the best tables in the place. She was seated at the last
    one in the row.

    “Would you like something while you wait?” the woman
    asked.

    “I guess a diet coke.” Kathryn replied.
    “I’ll have it brought right out,” the older woman smiled. “If
    there’s anything else just ask your waitress. Enjoy your meal, and
    welcome to Madame Cheng’s.”

    A minute later, a young girl whose age was much easier to
    guess as early twenties appeared with her soft drink. She smiled
    and told Kathryn she’d be back as soon as her dinner guest arrived.
    It was then Kathryn noticed something different about this
    restaurant from other Chinese restaurants she’d been to. There
    were all waitresses, no waiters. It seemed a little odd and out of
    place.

    Kathryn didn’t have too much time to wonder about it
    because only a few minutes later she looked up to see Yolanda
    walking across the restaurant toward her. The South American
    woman’s hair, which Kathryn had only seen pinned up, was now
    down and tied into a long pony tail. She had on blue skirt and a
    yellow short sleeve blouse. It was both stylish and comfortable.

    “I hope you haven’t been waiting long,” Yolanda said as she
    reached the table. “I was running a little behind this afternoon.”

    “I just got here myself.” Kathryn smiled as Yolanda sat down
    opposite her in the booth.

    “That’s a beautiful dress.” Yolanda said as she made herself
    comfortable.

    “Thanks.” was Kathryn’s reply.

    No sooner had Yolanda sat down, when the same waitress
    was standing by the table, her order pad in hand.

    “Do you mind if I order for both of us?” Yolanda asked as
    she smiled at the waitress. “I’ve been here so many times I really
    know what are the best things on the menu.”

    “Go right ahead.” Kathryn agreed.

    Then to her amazement, Yolanda ordered the meal in what
    Kathryn knew had to be Chinese because the waitress smiled back
    at her and quickly rushed off.

    “How did you ever learn how to do that?” Kathryn asked. “I
    barely made it through high school Spanish.”

    “When I was in college, I had a close friend who was from
    Taiwan.” Yolanda quickly explained. “You’d be amazed at how much
    of a foreign language you can learn if you’re properly motivated.”

    “I guess so.” Kathryn agreed.

    The waitress, who’s name Yolanda later told her was Mei-ha,
    reappeared a few moments later with an ice tea for Yolanda.
    Another girl came up and whispered something in Mei-ha’s ear that
    caused her to quickly excuse herself.

    It was the appearance of the second waitress that made
    Kathryn note that there was something else different about the
    restaurant only having waitresses. Both girls were rather amply
    endowed for Asian women. It had been her experience, both in
    school and later at work, that most of the Asian women she’d met
    had been of a somewhat smaller stature. Looking at two other
    waitresses’ in view, she noted that they too were rather busty as
    well.

    “So how was your day so far.” Yolanda said as she took a sip
    of her tea.”

    “Okay I guess,” Kathryn answered.

    “You seem like something’s wrong.” Yolanda asked
    perceptively.

    “Well its nothing I want to bother you with.” Kathryn said.

    “Honey, that’s what friends are for.” came Yolanda’s reply.

    Taking a deep breath, Kathryn told Yolanda about her
    decision to break it off with Eric. It felt good to let it all out.

    “I’ve seen it happen before.” Yolanda said in sympathy. “I
    think most people don’t realize how many changes people go
    through in their early twenties — when you make the jump from
    teenager to adult. Some people make it very quickly, some not at
    all. That’s why so many young marriages fail.”

    “I can’t imagine who’s going to be more upset,” Kathryn said
    as their food arrived. “Eric or my parents.”

    “You can’t live your life for them,” Yolanda said. “My parents
    had certain plans for my life as well. They didn’t exactly turn out
    as they expected. The important thing is that you be happy with
    your life.”

    “I guess you’re right.” Kathryn agreed as she filled her plate
    with samples of everything Yolanda had ordered.

    Dinner turned out to be as fabulous as Yolanda had promised.
    Kathryn had no idea what some of the dishes were, but they were
    incredible. She’d never had food like this before.

    “Is everything all right here.” said the woman who came up
    to the table.

    Kathryn looked up and saw it was the older woman who had
    first directed her to the table.

    “Everything’s great as usual, Sau-ling.’’ Yolanda said in
    English for Kathryn’s benefit. ‘Thank you.”

    “We do try to take care of our special customers.” Sau-ling
    said before excusing herself.

    “Was that Madame Cheng?” Kathryn asked.

    “Well sort of” Yolanda said. “She and the woman you met at
    the front door are both Madame Cheng.”

    “Are they sisters or something like that.” Kathryn asked
    curiously.

    “More in the category of ‘something like that’, I guess.”
    Yolanda said. “Actually they’re just friends who both happen to
    have the last name Cheng. It’s kind of like the Chinese version of
    Smith.”

    “Oh, but what did she mean, her special customers?”
    Kathryn asked out of curiosity.

    “Just that I’m a steady customer that’s all.” Yolanda
    replied. “I bring a lot a business clients here that’s all.”

    “And is that what this is?” Kathryn asked jokingly. “A little
    business dinner.”

    “Darling, dinner with a friend like you is always a pleasure —
    never business.” Yolanda said in reply.

    They covered a few more topics as they ate, until the
    subject of Yolanda’s impending departure from the firm came up.

    “So do you think you’re going to miss Moore and Ryan when
    you go?”

    “A few weeks ago I might’ve said yes.” Yolanda answered.
    “For the first time I was beginning to envy not working a steady
    job. But then everything seemed to change almost overnight.
    People started to go cold on me, like I did something. I can’t for
    the life of me imagine what I could’ve done.”

    Kathryn’s conversation with Angela yesterday came right
    back to her. She debated for a few moments if she should mention
    it. Then decided that her friend had a right to know.

    “Actually,” she began hesitantly, “I don’t think it was
    something you did, but something you didn’t do.”

    Yolanda looked a little confused at the statement.

    “You turned down John Rosselli when he asked you out.”
    Kathryn added.

    “I got the impression that happens almost on a weekly basis.’’
    Yolanda said. “His getting turned down, I mean. Why should it
    matter that I did?”

    “Oh it does, I mean he does,” Kathryn said. “It was the
    reason you turned him down, or at least the reason he told people
    you did.”

    “Oh that….” Yolanda said understandingly. “I guess it was a
    pretty stupid thing to say. But sometimes I get so tired of being
    hit on.”

    “I’m so glad to hear you say that,” Kathryn beamed. “Right
    away people took it to be true and ….”

    “Hold on a second,” Yolanda interrupted Kathryn in
    mid-sentence. “I said it was a stupid thing to say. I never said it
    wasn’t true.”

    For a few seconds, Kathryn was speechless.

    “Is that a problem for you too?” Yolanda asked. “Cause I’d
    really hate to loose your friendship as well.”

    “No, it’s not a problem.” Kathryn quickly replied. “I guess it
    just took me off guard. I was so sure that Angie had gotten it all
    wrong.”

    “That would be the same Angie who’s screwing the
    vice-president of production.” Yolanda asked.

    “You know about that?” Kathryn asked.

    “Honey, I don’t think there’s anyone at that place who
    doesn’t know it.” Yolanda smiled.
    “I guess I look pretty stupid right now.” Kathryn said.

    “Not at all,” Yolanda replied. “I’m just glad you were friend
    enough to have told me.”

    Then another look passed across Kathryn’s face, one that
    Yolanda couldn’t help but notice.

    “You have something else to say. Go on, lets get it all out in
    the open.” the older woman said.

    “Are we on a date?” Kathryn asked softly.

    Yolanda had to laugh, loud enough for patrons at some of the
    closest tables to hear.

    “I’m sorry, Kathryn, I couldn’t help it.” she said as she tried
    to bring her laughter under control.

    It took her another minute to accomplish that.

    “Are we on a date?” Yolanda repeated. “I guess that would
    depend on your definition of a date. If you call two friends going
    out to dinner and a show a date, then I guess we are.”

    She could tell that Kathryn wasn’t totally satisfied with that
    answer.

    “I do have straight friends, you know.” Yolanda went on.
    “And a good number of them are women. I’m not out there trying
    to seduce them all. I’m sure you have male friends. Do you think
    every guy you know wants to get into your pants?”

    To that, Kathryn raised her eyebrow.

    “Okay, maybe that’s a bad analogy.” Yolanda quipped. “But
    lets be totally honest here, because I think that’s the way friends
    should be.”

    “I think so too.” Kathryn agreed.

    “I like you, I really do.” Yolanda began. “You’re good
    company, you’re quite intelligent, and also to be pretty honest —
    quite cute.”

    Kathryn smiled.

    “If you were going to ask me if I was sexually attracted to
    you, I honestly would have to say yes.” Yolanda went on. “But that
    doesn’t mean I’m going to make a pass at you. And do you know
    why?”

    “No.” was Kathryn’s simple response.

    “Because in all the time we’ve spent together, you’ve never
    once given me cause to think you might be interested.” Yolanda
    said. “And I value the friendship we’ve developed too much to
    screw it up by making a pass at you.”

    “I guess that does make sense.” Kathryn agreed.

    “So are we okay here?” Yolanda asked.

    “Yeah, we’re okay.” Kathryn smiled.

    “Good, because these theater tickets were too hard for me
    to come by for them to go to waste.” Yolanda grinned. “We’re done
    here, unless you’d like some dessert?”

    “None for me.” Kathryn said. ‘I’m full.”

    “Then lets get going, the theater is only about six blocks
    from here so we might as well walk.” Yolanda said as she took out
    her wallet and drop a few bills on top of the bill Mei-ha had left a
    few minutes before.

    -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

    If anything, the few reviews Kathryn had read for Adrianne
    and Edmond had understated how good the play was. She couldn’t
    remember the last time she’d had such a good time. She was
    laughing so hard it had actually begun to hurt, and she was glad for
    the intermission. Thankfully she was one of the first in line for
    the restroom because that was another side effect of all that
    laughter.

    Yolanda excused herself during the brief break to make a
    few phone calls. Sitting alone in her seat, Kathryn thought it was
    good thing she hadn’t asked Eric to come to this play. Much of the
    humor was sexual in nature and of a sort that would’ve been way
    over his head. His idea of a good sex joke usually began with
    ‘there were these two whores….’.

    As Yolanda sat back in her seat, Kathryn gave her a brief
    smile and told her how much she was enjoying the play. Yolanda
    returned the smile and said she was too.

    “Damn, this would be all so much easier if Yolanda was a guy.”
    Kathryn thought as the second act started.

    The idea that she didn’t have to be a guy flashed though her
    mind a moment later.

    “Careful Katie girl,” she told herself. “That thought
    threads on very dangerous ground.”

    What she hadn’t mentioned to Yolanda was something she
    never told to another living soul. When she was a freshman in
    college, she’d had an oh so very brief flirtation with another girl.

    It was nothing really, a girl she’d met at a party. They’d
    been a lot to drink there, or so Kathryn told herself afterwards. It
    started out innocently enough, after all they weren’t the only girls
    dancing together. It was only later when Sally, she never did get
    the girl’s last name, walked her home that things got more than a
    little out of control.

    They were just around the corner from the dorms when
    Sally pulled Kathryn into one of the alcoves. Before she knew what
    was happening, Sally’s body was pressed against her own and she
    felt soft, unfamiliar lips caressing her.

    Kathryn could still remember the warm feeling she felt when
    Sally’s hands slid under her blouse, unclipping the front clasp of
    her bra with an ease that any boy on campus would’ve envied.
    Skilled fingers caressed her mounds, with a touch softer than any
    that had been there before.

    Any thought of protesting at what was happening vanished
    when Sally’s lips transferred their attention from Kathryn’s mouth
    to her nipples. It was heaven on earth, or the closest thing to it
    she had ever been.

    Kathryn felt her skirt being pushed up, and her panties
    moved aside, but it was only when she felt a soft wetness brush
    against her clit did she really understand what was happening.

    By the time Sally was done, Kathryn’s clothes was totally
    disheveled and had anyone seen her in that condition she no doubt
    would’ve been greatly embarrassed. But the memory the coed
    carried in secret to this day wasn’t that of embarrassment, but
    that of her first orgasm at the tongue of another woman.

    “Now that’s something I really haven’t thought about in a
    very long time.” Kathryn said to herself as the sudden influx of
    memory brought both a flush to her breasts and a tingling between
    her legs. “I guess I wanted to block out how good it really felt.”

    The second act of the play was even better than the first,
    but even if the actors playing Adrianne and Edmond were going at
    it naked on center stage, Kathryn would’ve been totally oblivious to
    it. Instead her attention was totally concentrated on the contours
    of the woman next to her. The bright emerald green of her eyes,
    the rich redness of her lips, and the velvet soft olive skin that
    surrounded it all.

    Her gaze slid downward, across Yolanda’s neck and past the
    swell of her breasts. Even in the faint light of the theater,
    Kathryn was close enough to make out the silver dollar size rings
    around her nipples. She couldn’t help but compare them to the
    smallness of her own.

    Finally down to the folds of Yolanda’s denim skirt, and the
    priceless pearl that she knew was concealed beneath the blue
    material. Kathryn’s neck arched just the slightest bit forward, so
    that she could follow the path down the Brazilian woman’s long
    legs, coming to a stop at the gold ankle bracelet on her left leg.

    Kathryn took a long, deep breath, one that seemed to last an
    eternity. So many things she’d be feeling the last twenty-four
    hours now made perfect sense to her. All the steel doors she’d
    hidden feelings behind had been flung wide open.

    “I can’t believe I’m going to do this.” Kathryn said to herself
    as she shifted in her seat, moving a symbolic few inches closer to
    Yolanda. “But if I don’t, I’ll forever wish I had.
    Kathryn reached out with her right hand and gently placed it
    on top of Yolanda’s. Gently, she stroked her fingers, then let them
    intermix. The warmth of her action filled her, generating a smile
    that spoke volumes across her face.

    Tightening her own hand against Kathryn’s, Yolanda returned
    a smile of equal intensity. No words had to be spoken between
    them, the meaning of the simple gesture was clear to both.

    -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

    “That was simply the best play I’ve ever seen.” Kathryn said
    as they exited the theater.

    “It was good wasn’t it,” Yolanda smiled. “I’m so glad you
    enjoyed it.

    “So what’s next?” Kathryn asked.

    “I guess that’s up to you.” Yolanda said. “After all, this is
    your night, isn’t it?”

    Glancing up at the now dark night sky, Kathryn considered
    for a moment that she really should be heading home. As it was,
    she wouldn’t get there until well after midnight.

    “Is there somewhere we can go and get a drink?” she asked
    instead.

    “Well, there are a few nice places in the neighborhood,”
    Yolanda said in response. “But they’re all likely to be pretty packed
    on a Saturday night.”

    “Oh, I really wanted to have a drink and maybe talk some.”
    Kathryn pouted.

    Yolanda took a few long moments to think about it. Long
    enough for Kathryn to start framing another question. One that
    was cut off as Yolanda finally spoke.

    “Well if you really want to talk,” the olive skinned woman
    said with a little hesitation. “I supposed we could go back to my
    apartment, it’s only about twelve blocks from here. I’m sure I have
    something were could have as a night cap too.”

    “That’s a fabulous idea!” Kathryn gushed with enthusiasm.
    “Let’s go!” she added as she took Yolanda by the arm.

    “All right,” Yolanda surrendered. “But it’s this way.” she
    said, turning both of them northward.

    “My, this is nice,” Kathryn said as she looked up at the old
    brownstone her friend had led her to. “Which floor do you live on?”
    she asked.

    “Actually, I live on all of them.” Yolanda replied.

    “All of them?” Kathryn repeated as she looked up at the
    three-story building. “How can you afford that, the rent must be
    incredible.”

    “I sort of own the building.” Yolanda said as she slid a key
    from her bag and put it into the lock of the first floor door. “Me
    and First City Bank that is.”

    Stepping inside, Yolanda turned on the light and led Kathryn
    inside. The large room that took up much of the first floor had
    been made into a combination office and workroom, filled with
    several computers and peripherals.

    “What’s all this?” Kathryn asked.

    “This is Southstar Enterprises.” Yolanda replied as she
    checked for any new email on one of the active terminals. “This is
    what I do when I’m not consulting.”

    “You run your own company too?” Kathryn asked.

    “Sweetheart, I am my own company.” Yolanda smiled.
    “President, Mailroom Clerk and Chief Bottle Washer. Which is why
    the job I’m doing for Moore and Ryan will be my last for a while.
    Southstar is finally beginning to take off and I’m going to devote
    myself to it full time for a while.”

    “Can you afford to do that?” Kathryn asked curiously.
    Wondering if she’d ever get the chance to do anything like that.

    “I can’t afford not to,” Yolanda said as she guided Kathryn
    to the staircase leading to the second floor. “Not if I ever want to
    break out from the pack.”

    By the time they reached the second floor, Yolanda had
    changed the subject. Kathryn still had at least a dozen questions
    about what she had seen downstairs, but there would be time for
    that later.

    “Is white wine okay with you?” Yolanda asked as she
    stepped into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator.

    “That would be fine.” Kathryn said as she looked around the
    simply furnished living room. She couldn’t help but compare it to
    her little apartment over her parent’s garage.

    “I fixed us a little snack too.” Yolanda said as she came out
    of the kitchen with a tray filled with three kinds of cheese and the
    wine.

    “It looks delicious.” Kathryn said as she picked up one of the
    wine glasses and took a sip. “This is also very good.” she added.

    “Would you like to hear some music?” Yolanda asked as she
    turned on the bookcase stereo.

    As the soft sounds filled the air, Yolanda sat down next to
    Kathryn and took a taste of her own wine.

    “Now there was something that you wanted to talk about?”
    Yolanda asked as she put her glass down on the small coffee table.

    Kathryn took a long taste of her wine. Now that she was
    where she thought she wanted to be, she hesitated. Long silent
    moments passed as the redhead collected her thoughts. Moments
    that Yolanda just sat there, she was in no hurry.

    “We don’t have to talk.” Yolanda said with a small smile.
    “We can just sit here and enjoy the wine and music.”

    So for the next ten minutes, that was exactly what they did.

    “I think I love you.” Kathryn suddenly blurted out.

    “Really?” Yolanda said quietly as she took another small sip
    of wine. “And how long have you felt this way?”

    “I’m not sure,” came the reply. “A while I think, but I didn’t
    realize it until today.”

    Yolanda took another sip of wine, giving Kathryn a moment to
    consider what she was saying.

    “Have you ever had feelings for another woman before?”
    Yolanda asked.

    Kathryn quickly told her about Sally and her brief
    introduction into female sex. The telling brought back that same
    warmth between her legs.

    “That’s lust, not love.” Yolanda noted. “Not that there’s
    anything wrong with that at times.”

    “And I have had feelings for some of my girlfriends too.”
    Kathryn added.

    “Ever tell any of them about it?” Yolanda asked as she
    moved just a little bit closer.

    “No,” Kathryn said. “I didn’t think any of them would’ve
    understood.

    “Not even Angela?” Yolanda asked as she took the wine glass
    from Kathryn hand and put it down on the table next to hers.

    “Definitely not Angela!” Kathryn said quickly.

    “Pity,” Yolanda mused. “She’s got dynamite tits.” she
    laughingly added.

    The comment caught Kathryn off guard. Then, picturing the
    number of times she’d seen Angela’s big nippled breasts in the
    flesh, she had to agree with Yolanda’s assessment.

    “I guess she does.” Kathryn smiled.

    “But I’m glad she’s not here,” Yolanda said as she leaned
    toward Kathryn. “And that you are.”

    And then their lips met….

    -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

    The kiss Yolanda planted on Kathryn’s soft lips was like that
    she would give her sister. A light peck denoting tenderness and
    affection. Then she kissed her again – this time with passion.
    Kathryn felt the press of her tongue against her lips and opened to
    receive it. Sparks erupted as she felt Yolanda’s tongue brush up
    against her own.

    Yolanda reached up with her hand and cupped Kathryn’s
    breast through the thin material of her sundress. It felt so nice
    to the younger girl, sending another surge of emotion through her.
    Now it was Kathryn’s turn as she put her arms around Yolanda and
    kissed her with all of the desire she could gather.

    Kathryn and Yolanda sat there on the small couch kissing like
    long lost lovers. Every time she felt Yolanda’s tongue slip through
    her lips, Kathryn’s heart skipped a beat. She hadn’t been this
    excited since the first time she’d done it with Eric. Unlike Eric,
    Yolanda’s lips were soft and sweet, the taste of cherry evident
    each time they pressed against hers.

    Another thing vastly different was the scent of perfume
    that filled her as she pressed against Yolanda. So unlike the smell
    of a man, it was soft and gentle. It was also highly intoxicating.

    “Why don’t we get you a little more comfortable?” Yolanda
    asked as she kissed Kathryn one more time.

    With that, Yolanda pulled the zipper of Kathryn’s dress all
    the way down, exposing the lacy strap of a thin yellow bra. With
    no objection from Kathryn, she pulled the flowery print down
    across her shoulders and then began to pull it further down toward
    her waist.

    For a moment, Kathryn felt very exposed, which was strange
    since she had no real phobia about being nude. Yolanda made her
    self-conscious about her body in a way that no man ever had.

    Yolanda began to kiss her way down Kathryn’s neck, running
    her tongue across the recesses of her throat to the soft flesh of
    her collarbone. Her green eyes opened in appreciation as she
    reached the pale white mounds cradled by the sheer lace bra. The
    contrast between her breasts and the deeply tanned skin around it
    was highly erotic.

    “You’re breasts are so beautiful.” the black haired woman
    purred as she planted a soft kiss on the top of each of Kathryn’s
    enclosed globes.

    A gentle tug on the thin material exposed the bright pink
    nipple beneath it. The erect tip was only visible a brief moment
    before it vanished between Yolanda’s lips. She wrapped her lips
    around the entire areola as she painted a path with her tongue
    across it. Then her lips closed as she sucked hard on just the now
    erect nipple.

    A loud sign erupted from Kathryn as she felt the wetness
    engulf her stiff nipple, bringing back the memory of Sally’s touch
    from so long ago. The memory quickly faded in the face of reality
    and the knowledge that Sally was a rank amateur next to Yolanda .

    With only one nipple exposed, Yolanda took her time. Her
    tongue darting to and fro, tracing wide circles around the pink
    nipple. Then she would tickle it directly before taking it whole into
    her mouth again.

    “Oh, this feels so good.” Kathryn moaned as she lay back
    with her eyes closed and just enjoyed the feel of Yolanda’s
    attentions.

    “Let’s see how you like this?” Yolanda said as she picked up
    the closest wine glass and poured just a little of it on the center of
    Kathryn’s breast.

    “Oh yes!” Kathryn gasped as Yolanda licked up all traces of
    the wine.

    A few minutes later, Yolanda exposed the other pale white
    breast and repeated her performance. Sending Kathryn further
    into a blissful state.

    Finally satisfied. Yolanda turned her attention away from
    her new playthings and kissed Kathryn again. This time the kiss
    was brief, just enough to signal a temporary end to their play.

    “I want to try that on you.” Kathryn said excitedly,
    wondering what it would be like to taste another woman’s breasts.

    “Oh you will soon enough, my new love.” Yolanda said as she
    planted another kiss, this time on the cheek. “But I think we
    should be practical for a moment.”

    Kathryn looked at Yolanda for a moment. A puzzled look on
    her face.

    “This has already gone far beyond what I think either of us
    had planned.” Yolanda said. “Not that I’m complaining, mind you.
    But if you do plan to stay here, I think it might be a good idea if
    you called home and told them.”

    The call home only took a few minutes. Virginia Gray agreed
    with her daughter’s decision to spend the night at her friend’s
    house. It was far too late for her to be riding the subway and
    buses home.

    A wicked smile formed on Kathryn’s face as she spoke,
    imagining what her mother’s reaction would be if she could see her
    right now. Standing in the center of the living room, her dress
    still down around her waist with her breasts hanging free. Her
    nipples still wet from the kiss of her new lover.

    Virginia started to suggest to her daughter that she try to
    get home early in the morning and have brunch with Eric, but
    Kathryn quickly dismissed that idea.

    “I’ll probably have breakfast here, Mom.” Kathryn said,
    bringing the conversation to a quick close. “I’ll see you tomorrow
    afternoon. Bye.”

    No sooner had Kathryn put down the phone than she felt
    Yolanda’s arms close around her from behind. The older woman
    pulled tight against her and brought her hands up to cup Kathryn’s
    breasts, rubbing her fingers against the stiff nipples.

    “Mmmm.” Kathryn said softly as she closed her eyes and
    cherished the warmth of the embrace.

    Still holding her tight, Yolanda kissed Kathryn’s neck, then
    her cheek, then finally ran her tongue along the inner edge of the
    redhead’s ear.

    Kathryn wanted this moment to last a lifetime, she felt so
    warm and secure. The only thing that made it’s passing bearable
    was the knowledge that it would only get better.

    Yolanda turned Kathryn around and kissed her softy a few
    more times. She took Kathryn’s hands in her own and guided them
    up under the bottom of her blouse, pressing them against her own
    breasts. Kathryn squeezed them softy, feeling Yolanda’s nipples
    through the thin material of her own bra.

    With practiced skill, Yolanda undid the buttons of her
    blouse, letting it fall open, giving her friend a much better look at
    her endowments. Then, just as quickly, she undid the front clasp
    of her bra and let it fall free into Kathryn’s hands.

    Wasting no time, Kathryn let the material drop away, quickly
    placing her hands back on the now exposed flesh. It felt so warm
    to her touch.

    “Can I kiss them?” she asked softly.

    “Of course you can, darling.” Yolanda said with a smile. “You
    can do anything that you want.”

    Yolanda lifted one of her breasts and offered it as a gift to
    Kathryn. She leaned down and kissed the center of the dark silver
    dollar she had admired in the theater. Unlike her own breasts,
    Yolanda’s were all one hue, a combination of her nature color and a
    proclivity for nude sunbathing. Her large nipples and wide areola
    where a dark brown, several shade darkener than the surrounding
    skin. Kathryn tickled the stiff nipple with her tongue, before
    taking it into her mouth.

    “Yesss,” Yolanda moaned as she felt the wet embrace of
    Kathryn’s mouth. “You do that well.”

    In reply, Kathryn let the hard nub slip from her lips and ran
    her tongue across the wide circle a few more times before taking
    it again fully into her mouth. Back in college she had regretted the
    fact that she had never had the chance to taste Sally’s breasts.
    Tonight she was going to make up for that and much more.

    After a few more minutes of play , Yolanda shifted her
    other mound to Kathryn’s eager mouth to give her neophyte lover a
    chance to feast on that as well.

    As she worked her way across this new morsel, Kathryn was
    intoxicated by the erotic combination of Yolanda’s natural scent
    and the perfume she wore. In was strongest in the deep, dark
    valley between her breasts, a place the twenty-three year
    old was quickly becoming very familiar with.

    When she was satisfied that Kathryn had enjoyed herself
    enough for the moment, Yolanda lifted both her breasts and
    rubbed them against Kathryn’s own. They kissed as their nipples
    rubbed against each other, their tongues becoming one.

    “I want you,” Kathryn panted as she broke the kiss. “Right
    here, right now.”

    “I have a better idea my love,” Yolanda said in reply as she
    ran her tongue across Kathryn’s red lips. “We have all night, and I
    want this to be special for you.”

    As she spoke, she slipped her hand down and under the hem
    of Kathryn’s dress. Sliding between the band of her panties, her
    fingers came to rest on the redhead’s wet mound. Yolanda rubbed
    against the lightly haired bush, sliding her index finger up into
    Kathryn’s tunnel of love.

    Back and forth she moved it, just enough to give Kathryn a
    quick thrill. Then, just as quickly, she removed her hand completely
    from her panties and brought it up to her face. Even in the
    lamplight, Kathryn could see the shiny residue of her excitement
    on the tanned index finger.

    “Hmmmm,” Yolanda purred as she slid the outstretched
    finger between her lips and licked it clean. “I do so love a little
    appetizer before the main course.” she laughed.

    Kathryn smiled back, wondering what it would be like to
    taste Yolanda’s nectar. A question that she knew would be
    answered in a very short time.

    “I want to give you a few minutes to catch your breath,”
    Yolanda abruptly said. “To give you one last chance to decide if
    this is what you really want.”

    Kathryn opened her mouth to say something but was stilled
    as Yolanda placed her index finger against her open lips. She could
    easily smell her own scent filling her nostrils. It was a heady
    aroma.

    “Don’t say anything,” Yolanda continued. “I want you to wait
    here and finish your wine. Wait fifteen minutes, then if you’re still
    sure, follow me upstairs. I’ll be waiting for you.”

    With that, Yolanda broke the embrace and headed up the
    wrought iron circular staircase and disappeared onto the third
    floor.

    The quiet swing of the pendulum on the wall clock counted
    off each of those fifteen minutes as Kathryn sat and finished her
    wine. The drink only added to the warmth that still filled her
    body. The soft caress of Yolanda’s lips against her own still
    tingled, more so those against her breasts. In her heart, she felt
    more sixteen than twenty- three, more like a virgin than an
    experienced lover.

    Deep within her, Kathryn could hear a small voice calling out
    to her. It was the voice of caution, urging her to take a large step
    backwards and carefully examine what she was about to do. That
    voice was balanced by that of her soul, filled with the fire of
    suddenly realized dreams. At that moment Kathryn recalled her
    dream of the night before. Only this time she could see the face
    of her lover. It was a face she had caressed so lovingly only ten
    minutes before.

    The wall clock chimed the quarter hour, and Kathryn put her
    now empty wine glass down on the table. She looked up at the
    staircase leading to the third floor and decided to follow the voice
    of her soul and dreams.

    -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

    “Omigod…..” Kathryn gasped breathlessly as she felt
    another rising crest wash through her body.

    Her body covered with sweat, she couldn’t believe the
    ecstasy her quaking form had experienced over the last quarter
    hour. Never in her life had she imagined that another person could
    make her feel this good.

    When she had first stepped into Yolanda’s bedroom, and
    then to her bed, she had expected the experience to be similar to
    that brief moment with Sally. She couldn’t have imagined how far
    beyond that it would quickly reach.

    Despite her desire to try and return the brief pleasure that
    Yolanda have given her downstairs, the older girl directed her to
    just stretch out on the bed and relax. There would be time enough
    later for her to take a more active part.

    The light of a dozen candles, spread out across the room,
    lighted the room. Shadowless light that reflected off the now
    nude form of the South American woman. As she stood there,
    Kathryn had a few moments to fully admire the artistry of her
    friend’s body. She would quickly discover that unlike other more
    conventional works of art, this one could produce more than a
    passing reaction.

    Following her friend’s instruction, Kathryn had climbed onto
    the large platform bed, her dress left on the floor next to it.
    She’d took hold of the waistband of her plain yellow panties to
    remove them but was interrupted.

    “No, I’ll do that.” Yolanda said as she reached down and
    stopped her.

    Joining her friend on the bed, Yolanda straddled her and
    began to rub her neck. As her fingers worked, she leaned over and
    began to kiss her way down her back. She started at her neck and
    slowly transversed the warm flesh with both her fingers and lips,
    whispering quiet terms of endearment as she went.

    As she moved, her hand drifted alongside Kathryn’s breasts
    and traced a fine line down them with her nails. When she reached
    the top edge of Kathryn’s bikini briefs, she took hold of the
    waistband with her teeth and pulled them down, exposing the
    plump pale cheeks of Kathryn’s ass. The woman beneath her lifted
    herself a few inches off the surface of the bed to allow Yolanda to
    draw the briefs down and off her legs.

    “You have a beautiful ass.” Yolanda chuckled as she look
    down at Kathryn’s left cheek. On impulse she kissed it.

    A new series of kisses followed as Yolanda covered both
    cheeks. Her tongue left a shiny trail that began just at the crack
    between her valley and went down and across to the hairy red
    mound on the other end.

    Stretching out her fingers against those mounds, she
    exposed Kathryn’s sex and pressed her tongue deep within it.

    “Ooooo” Kathryn moaned as she again lifted herself to give
    greater access.

    With all the skill she’d gained over the years since she’d
    discovered other girls at the age of fifteen, Yolanda played her
    new lover’s pussy like a musical instrument. Each motion of her
    slippery tongue sent little charges through her friend. She
    savored the taste that coated her tongue, a delight she’d dreamed
    of since the day she had walked into Moore and Rand and met the
    women now laid out before her.

    As much as she wanted this to go on forever, she knew there
    were still many pleasures she wanted to share with her friend. She
    spun Kathryn over and turned her own body around so that the red
    headed woman would have access to her own cunt. She easily slid
    the remains of her own underwear to the floor and once more
    climbed on top.

    Still quivering from what she knew was just the first of the
    night’s joys, Kathryn stared in fascination at the sight of her
    friend’s naked cunt only a few inches from her mouth. It was
    beautiful, she though. The scent of Yolanda’s sex was almost
    overpowering, and to her delight she learned with her first lick
    that the taste was all she hoped it would be. Yolanda lowered her
    pelvis, so that Kathryn could have easier access to her wet cunt.
    She gave Kathryn free reign, allowing her to set the pace of her
    actions.

    Slowly at first, Kathryn licked her lover, exploring her
    womanhood, savoring her taste. Then she began to quicken the
    pace until she reached a rhythm that sent little ripples throughout
    Yolanda’s body. As they slowly built in intensity, Yolanda
    knew they would eventually lead to orgasm.

    Satisfied that Kathryn was comfortable and well on her way,
    Yolanda turned her attentions back to the now saturated mound
    before her own mouth. Parting Kathryn’s lips, she quickly went
    back to work and expertly matched Kathryn’s rhythm. Their
    bodies were in sync as they heaved and sweated in a building
    passion.

    The rising waves of ecstasy filling her body told Yolanda
    that Kathryn was defiantly a diamond in the raw. What would she
    be like with some more practice. As she felt herself cresting, the
    twenty-seven year old pressed her cunt down against Kathryn’s
    face, while simultaneously driving her own tongue as deep inside
    Kathryn as it would go. Their orgasm was almost simultaneous, and
    as powerful as any Yolanda had experienced.

    They lay there wrapped in each other’s embrace for a few
    moments, simply enjoying the warmth of each other’s body.
    Kathryn swore that she could feel the beat of Yolanda’s heart as
    their bodies pressed together as the noise of both their
    labored breaths filled the room.

    -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

    “Good morning, sweetheart.” Yolanda said as she stepped
    into the bedroom carrying a breakfast tray filled with various
    foods. “I wasn’t sure exactly what you like in the morning, seeing
    as you seem to live on tea and danish in the office, but I’m sure
    there’s something here that you’ll like.”

    Kathryn rubbed the sleep from her eyes as she adjusted to
    the sunlight filling the room. She couldn’t believe it was morning
    already. The last thing she remembered was that she and Yolanda
    were making love for the third, or was it fourth time. She
    remembered the heat of their bodies as she held each other tight,
    their pussies on fire as they rubbed them against each other until
    they’d exploded in an exhausting orgasm. After that she must’ve
    collapsed from fatigue.

    “It all looks marvelous.” she said as she took a small morsel
    from the tray Yolanda had set down on the bed. “I’ve famished.”

    “I’ve no doubt that you are.” Yolanda said as she sat down on
    the edge of the bed and kissed Kathryn on the cheek.

    “I have to say last night was incredible.” Kathryn said as she
    took a sip of tea.

    “You’re not going to get any argument there from me.”
    Yolanda smiled as she took a taste of her coffee.

    “I do love you.” Kathryn said, repeating her statement of
    the previous night.

    “I know you do.” Yolanda replied as she set the coffee cup
    down. “And I feel the same way about you.”

    “Why do I have a feeling that there’s a ‘but’ somewhere in
    that statement.” Kathryn said.

    Yolanda smiled.

    “But….” she began. “I want you to make sure you’re going
    into this with your eyes wide open.”

    “I am.” was Kathryn’s simple reply.

    “Not right now you’re not.” Yolanda corrected her. “Maybe
    a month from now you could say that, but not this morning. Right
    now you’re riding the wave of some really great sex, and that’s fine.
    As long as you can recognize that for what it is.”

    “I guess you’re right.” Kathryn said as she thought about it.

    “So we just take it a step at a time,” Yolanda said as she
    crawled into the bed next to Kathryn. “And if this all turns out to
    be is a little lust, well I’m sure we can deal with that too.” she
    added as she kissed Kathryn on the lips.

    “I think I need a shower.” Kathryn abruptly said as she
    became aware of her bodies reaction to the previous night’s
    exertions.

    “Yes you do,” Yolanda grinned. “I’ve already had one but I’d
    be happy to help wash your back.”

    “Just my back?” Kathryn smiled back.

    -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

    -=-= Epilogue =-=-

    Kathryn didn’t make it home for lunch that Sunday
    afternoon, or dinner for that matter. She showed up for work
    Tuesday morning in a dress she borrowed from Yolanda.

    By the end of the week, she had told Eric that it was over
    between them and he took it with what she concluded was a sense
    of relief. He never confirmed her suspicions about him and Tracy,
    but three months later the two of them were married. And it was
    only five months later that Tracy presented Papa Foster with his
    first grandchild.

    Angela’s rise to the top suffered a fatal setback when her
    boss suffered a heart attack one cold January afternoon.
    Thankfully it wasn’t during one of their private consultations. His
    replacement, a no nonsense woman named Joan Miller quickly had
    the former assistant reassigned to a position more in tune with her
    office skills, or lack thereof.

    It was no real surprise to most that the position of
    administrative assistant that opened with that reassignment was
    offered to Kathryn. She had proven time and again what an asset
    she’d quickly become to the company.

    What did come as a surprise was both her decision to turn
    down the job and then resign from the company. She explained in
    resignation that she’d been offered a position with Southstar
    Enterprises. Few of her associates had ever heard of the
    company, but a quick computer check by the curious would find it
    described by the industry journals as a rapidly expanding computer
    support company.

    What few friends she still had at Moore and Ryan wished
    her luck — and happiness at least.

    Kathryn assured them that she was sure she’d found both.

    END


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    2016-06-03 16:45:21
    This was amazing!!! Keep it coming babe!

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    2007-12-16 08:21:07
    IT was a good story. Although, I red one of your other stories, about Jackie and her net date, the first sex-scene was almost exactly same words. Was a bit “off-turning” still very good.

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    2007-09-05 13:08:04
    Absolutely wonderful! Very well written, well concieved, great pacing, and very erotic. 10/10

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    2007-04-22 05:27:09
    This is the second of your short stories that I have read and I really enjoy your writing! Sexy! Erotic! I found myself getting very hard.

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    2007-02-22 14:20:32
    Ann,
    U are gifted girl. Such an exceptional writer and I’m sure a great lover too.
    Thanks

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    I tried to play along with my wife and her new friends and games

    Do I want to save this marriage

    Ch 5

    My eyes felt like large iron doors as I tried to pry them open. My mind slowly slipped out of a dreamless sleep and fought its way out of the fog. With a groan I slowly rolled on my side and eventually made my eyes open. There was an orange glow to the room as the sunlight crept past the thin curtains across the large glass doors leading out to the balcony. The crazy events of last night flooded my mind when I realized that I had slipped off into slumber as soon as Steph left the room last night. I looked at Cindy’s side of the bed and it was still empty. I remembered that she was planning on going over to Gloria and Michelle’s room to end the night, so I wasn’t too surprised. She must have fallen asleep there and she would be back in time for breakfast… or maybe lunch. I looked at the small alarm clock on the nightstand and read the green block numbers. 8:30? Why would the sun rise be so late in the day? I must have drank more than I thought.

    I sat up on the bed and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. Then it dawned on me. I had slept the entire day away! The sun wasn’t rising, it was setting! I pulled myself up off the bed and shakily walked over to the table in the corner where my cell phone was charging. A moment of panic started to sink in and I just knew something bad had happened. As I reached for my phone, I noticed a small folded piece of paper next to my phone. Propped up on its ends, I recognized Cindy’s beautiful penmanship had scrawled two words across the front: “My Lover”

    A sense of dread spread through my whole body as I thought about how horrifying those words sounded to me. It had been years since I felt that she cared enough about our marriage for intimacy. Had this trip really had been worth it? The changes I had seen in her already were incredible. I reached down and picked up the note. I could smell a hint of Cindy’s perfume surrounding the note and I held it to my nose and just breathed in her scent for a moment. I pulled the note away and unfolded it and read:

    “My lover,

    First and foremost, thank you so much for last night. I have never felt so free to explore my desires. I had no idea that I had these thoughts and feelings until you so selflessly opened yourself to my whims. I am so sorry. I sit here writing this, watching you sleep so soundly, and I realize that I have not been honest with myself all of these years and therefore were not honest with you. I know that I have been cold and unfeeling. I think it was because deep down I knew that I had these needs buried deep inside and did not trust that you would be so accepting. I promise to be much better about expressing myself to you. That being said, I now must switch gears and remind you that you made me a promise last night. You agreed to go to the new club with us and be my at my whim. A promise is a promise. And I promise you that we will explore many new limits tonight. I have already laid out your outfit for tonight. You will wear all that I have chosen. You will be ready to be picked up at 9:30. I will not lower myself to pick you up. Your ride will be there promptly at 9:30 and you will go with them. You will follow all of their orders. I will see you at the club.

    Your Mistress”

    So, she had not forgotten her dominant side! I set the note down on the table and walked over to the bathroom. There was another garment bag laying across the counter. I was torn between looking into the bag or getting into the shower. Looking at myself in the mirror made my decision for me. After last night I was such a mess. I turned on the hot water and climbed into the shower. After letting the hot water stream down on me and relax my muscles, I washed thoroughly. Stepping out of the shower and drying off, my eyes kept being drawn to the garment bag.

    I guess it was now or never. I hung up the towel and unzipped the bag. There was a crisp, clean white button down dress shirt, a pair of khakis, and the black pair of sandals from last night. I was perplexed why Cindy was so adamant that I wear this until I noticed a black plastic bag at the bottom of the garment bag. Pulling the bag out, I turned it over and let the contents fall on the counter. There were a couple packages, a small bottle, and a pair of underwear.

    Picking up the underwear, I realized that using that term was being generous. Looking over the small amount of material it took some twisting and turning to figure out exactly how they worked. I finally got them facing the right way and held them up to look at. What I had before me was a black leather waistband and two smaller leather bands to go around the thighs. Connecting the bands together were strips of black see-through mesh that ran along the outside of the hips and thighs. The front and back were completely exposed. I carefully pulled on the underwear and got them adjusted.

    Picking up the first small package, I saw a contraption made up of two round rubber circles connected together. Flipping it over, I saw a diagram explaining what it was for. I had never seen a cock ring before but had heard of them. The diagram showed that one ring went around the base of the cock and the second wrapped around the ball sack. I opened the package and spent the next few minutes trying to get everything situated and put together properly. It was constricting and felt weird, but it was what Cindy wanted. Picking up the next package, I saw a shiny black rubber thing. It was narrow at the top and widened out a bit before slimming down into a flat, wide base. It was probably about 4 inches long and was about an inch or two in diameter at the widest point. I knew that this must have been a joke she would never expect me to wear a butt plug of any size.

    Looking in the full length mirror on the back of the door, I was hit with an odd sense of dichotomy. On the outside, I looked like I was heading to a casual dinner in my untucked white dress shirt over khakis and sandals, but underneath I tried to wrap my head around the fact that I was wearing silly underwear and a cock ring. My mind racing about the possibilities the night held, I tried to calm my breathing and paced around the room. I had almost relaxed when there was a sharp rapping on the door. I glanced at the clock and saw it switch from 9:29 to 9:30. My heart started racing again and I shuffled over to the door. Opening it, I was surprised to see the two men from last night! With a flash of a smile, they brushed past me into the room.

    “Here, you will take these now please. ” With that, the taller one handed me three pills. The man next to him handed me a bottle of orange juice. So, it was going to be another one of those nights. I took the pills in hand and the bottle. I then told them I needed to use the bathroom. I then entered the bathroom locking the door behind me. It was not a total lie I did need to pee. I then proceeded to relieve myself, then I open the bottle and drank much of it, after I put the pills in the corner of the sink area. I then returned to the bedroom area and said I was as ready as I would ever be.

    With that, they turned and started to walk out the door. I quickly followed them, flicking off the light switch as the door started to close behind me. I shuffled behind them down the hallway until we reached the exit. Stepping out into the humid night, I saw a black BMW parked out front. “You will need to sit in back. “

    I opened the door and climbed in behind the dark tinted windows. The shorter man leaned in and started to wrap a blindfold around my eyes. I was about to protest when I remembered that Cindy said I had to do exactly what they wanted. I heard the door close next to me and then the front doors open and close. The engine revved to life.****************************************************************************I then removed the blindfold and told them I wanted to see the city at night. Glancing forward I seen the gauge showed 100.1 miles on it. They then told me that there might be trouble to pay when we got there. I told them “No worries guys this is a party for my wife.”

    I felt the car pull away from the curb and we made our way through the streets. I lost track of time as we twisted and turned through the city streets. I just kept looking around drinking my OJ.

    I felt us turn left and suddenly the road was very bumpy, like we were driving over the cobblestone streets some very old downtowns have. There was a sharp turn to the right and I could hear the crunching of gravel under the tires. We slowed to a stop and the engine died. I then looked at the dash again and seen the we had traveled right at 10 miles.

    A moment later my door opened and I felt someone pulling me out of the car. Gravel crunched under foot as we walked a few feet. I seen a metal door open and someone greet us in a foreign language. We stepped through the door and I was escorted down a long hallway. The voice that greeted us at the door said something to my two escorts and I was taken through another doorway. It was a very dark room. I was turned and pushed until I was sitting down on a soft chair of some kind. I sat there, heart racing and sweat starting to gather on my forehead, as I squinted and strained tried desperately to see anything that would give me a clue as to what was happening now. I did look around a very large room with many half dressed people milling around. ***************************************************************************

    Time stood still and I couldn’t tell how long I sat there, a shroud of darkness in front of my eyes.

    “So, do you think enough time has passed that it is working for him? It took longer than usual last time. ” The voice came from a few feet to my left, and if I wasn’t mistaken I thought I recognized it as Gloria’s voice.

    “Well, there is one way to find out. ” The voice came from right behind me, and I was certain that it was Michelle. I suddenly felt fingertips running lightly across each side of my neck I knew it was time to play along with them as I had done last night. I immediately acted as if I had a shiver run up my spine and I let out a soft moan. “Wonderful! Looks like we are in business. “

    “You are supposed to be wearing a blindfold now. You will have to be punished for this. She then slapped my face hard and commanded me.

    “I am sorry I thought that part was just a joke.” I stammered out weakly.

    You will keep your eyes shut from now on unless you are commanded otherwise.

    Do not peek or it will not go well for you. ” Cindy said this in a stern voice from right in front of me. I felt something being forced over my head. With a little bit of work, my head was soon encapsulated in some sort of tight hood. “You can open your eyes now. “

    I slowly opened my eyes, but I am not sure why really. My vision was still obscured and I couldn’t see anything at all. “Tell me, can you see anything?” I slowly stammered that I couldn’t and suddenly my face was grabbed roughly under the chin and Cindy hissed at me: “When you address me, it will be as Mistress, do you understand?”

    “Cindy, Honey, I don’t understand this is all so confusing.” I blurted out.

    She then grabbed my face roughly and said sternly “What did you say to me slave?”

    “Yes Mistress!” I quickly replied.

    “First, I want you to feel your mask. I want you to understand exactly what you have on. ” I slowly reached up and started to feel around the mask. It felt like a thin, smooth leather across most of it; the back was a more stretchable, thin material which allowed it to be pulled on and off without needing a zipper or other clasps. Around the throat, there was a strip of leather that buckled on the side effectively keeping the mask tight around my neck and secured on me until the buckle was undone. There were no eye holes of any kind so there would be no seeing my surroundings unless the hood was removed. Around the mouth were a few metal snap openings – obviously there were some sort of attachments that could be used with the mask.

    “Good. Now I want you to put your arms out in front of you, palms of your hands facing me.” ***************************************************************************

    I then tried to speak “Cindy…..honey I am confused by all of this.” The next thing I felt was a powerful slap on my face given by I have no idea whom. I then heard the command again, “You will not speak until spoken to slave.” I then thought better of speaking for now on.

    I reached my arms out and waited for what was to come. “I am going to tease you with just a little information about what is happening. ” I felt a warm body step forward against my hands. Hands firmly grasped my wrists and began to move my hands across the body. I could feel the smooth texture of latex under my palms and the soft, toned stomach underneath the material. I started to run my hands up and down the stomach in front of me until my wrists were pulled roughly away. “Did I say you could touch more than what I allowed you?”

    “No. Sorry. ” I realized my mistake too late, and suddenly my head was pushed back until I would have been staring at the ceiling if I could see.

    “Tsk, tsk, tsk. Such a slow learner. I guess we will have to give you some time to think about the words that will come out of your mouth. Michelle, if you please. ” Suddenly I felt a hard rubber pressed against my lips. My mouth was forced open and the rubber scraped my teeth as it inserted into my mouth. It was long and round; by the time it fit all the way in, my mouth was almost completely filled to my tonsils. I felt pressure against my lips and chin and heard the tell-tale click of metal snaps falling into place. The hands let go of me and I was gagged and blind and no more sure of my surroundings. “Now, let’s try this again. Arms out. “

    I quickly complied with my wife’s orders.

    “Mistress Michelle, please come over here.” A few seconds later I felt a round firm ass in my hands. “You may explore for a moment. You will stop immediately when I tell you to.

    ” My hands began to slowly caress and try and decipher what I was supposed to. Michelle’s legs and butt were encased in something smooth and I guessed that it was maybe rubber. My hands slid up her back and the material continued – a body suit! As my hands worked around to her sides and started to slide down towards her ass again, I felt buckles and straps on both sides. They were tightly bound against her hips and even down on her thighs. I figured I was good so far, so I decided to try and cop a feel and my hand started to slide underneath her butt towards her crotch. “That is enough!” I quickly pulled my hands away before I would be in trouble again and get more pain as my reward.

    “Mistresses Gloria and Steph, please introduce yourself as well. ” I felt my left hand lifted upwards and my first two fingers on my hand were sucked into a warm, wet mouth and the tongue swirled and flicked. My right hand was grasped and placed on what I knew immediately was a soft, supple breast. I could feel strips of leather cupping the breast and small metal chains dangling off of the cup in different directions. With her hand firmly placed over mine, my hand was manipulated in to gripping, groping, and pulling on the breast. “Wonderful. Now slave you have met your Mistresses for the evening. If you earn the right to speak again, you will address all of us as Mistress or be punished. You will follow all of our orders – or be punished. If we tell you to submit to anyone else, you will listen – or be punished. Nod if you understand. ” I quickly nodded but my mind raced as I wondered who else was around. Who else would see this? Who else would be involved? I then knew I had very little chance of being rescued that night.

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    I felt hands grasp me under the arms and start to lift me up off the seat. Standing up, disoriented, more than just a little nervous. I felt hands being the unbutton my shirt and another pair lifting my feet and pulling off the sandals. After my feet were bare, the hands began to unbutton and unzip my khakis. It was a weird balancing act as I was having my pants and shirt removed at the same time. After I was left standing there in my new underwear and the hood, I felt the latex-clad body of Cindy slide up behind me and press up against my back. Her hand slid around my waist and felt her run her finger along the cock ring. My penis twitched and I could feel it start to engorge. Her fingertips trailed along my hip and down over my butt.

    WHERE THE HELL IS YOUR PLUG???

    I then stammered “I thought the butt plug was a joke, we have never done anything like that before.” She then laughed at me saying “We will be doing many first things tonight my slave.” She then snapped her fingers to somebody near her calling them to her. The next thing I knew I was being bent over at my waist, feeling my ass cheeks spread wide, then some cold liquid being poured on my now exposed ass. I then felt something pressed into my asshole, a finger maybe, pushing deeper and side to side. I next felt some relief as the first object was removed and a much larger pushed into my virgin asshole. It did take them much forcing and pushing to get it all the way in.

    I suddenly felt my head being pulled forward and the gag in my mouth tugging outward on my teeth. It was still attached to the mask, so I was really confused. My body leaned forward and I was forced to take steps to keep from falling. I could tell I was being led away from the couch but was clueless where to or how it was happening. As I was allowed to come to a stop, I felt hands on my shoulders turning me around. Another set of hands slipped to the inside of my knees and started pushing my legs apart. As I stood there bow-legged, the hands on my shoulders pressed against me until I shuffled backwards a few steps. I could tell there was some sort of bench between my legs and when the hands pressed down on my shoulders I sat down on a rounded mound that felt to be covered in a supple plastic or fake leather. I could feel a strange rubbery piece that pressed up against the plug in my ass and the underside of my balls. Strong hands grabbed each of my ankles and forced them against the side of the bench I was sitting on. I felt some sort of fur-lined cuffs wrap around each ankle and I heard them clicking shut.

    I heard the soft voice of Steph in my right ear whisper: “I want you to reach up with your hand and feel the other side of your gag. ” I slowly reached up and felt around a bit until my fingertips brushed against something protruding exactly opposite of the gag in my mouth. Feeling around, I was able to surmise that it was a very realistic, fleshy dildo. It seemed to be fairly thick, and just guessing that it was possibly a good 8″ long. Feeling along it, the first thing I noticed was that it was incredibly lifelike in texture and sculpting (I could feel veins and found that although it represented an uncut cock, the foreskin would even pull back like a real penis). The second thing I noticed was that it seemed to even radiate heat like my body did when I held my own penis. “I had you feel this for a few reasons. I want you to know that we all plan on riding that thing at some point tonight and you will just have to deal with it. I also want you to know that there are a couple of those around here tonight, so unless you are really good at guessing, you will not know which ones are real and which ones are Memorex. ” With that, she pushed my chest down forward until my chest was touching the tops of my thighs. Hands grabbed my wrists and pulled them down to by my ankles. Suddenly my wrists were being cuffed right next to my ankles and I was completely immobilized.

    I felt a hand grab the top of my mask and pull backwards so that I was facing forward again. I heard something being moved in front of me – a chair or something. Someone slid between me and the new chair and slid down into it. I felt the smooth skin of someone’s thighs against my shoulders and the edge of heels being dug into my back. A hand grasped the protruding dildo from the front of my mask and pulled it towards them.

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    A moan escaped the person in front of me. A pair of hands roughly grabbed the back of my head and pulled it forward forcefully. A stifled whimper escaped their lips and the heels dug in deeper into my back. The hands began to push and pull my head forward and back and I could actually hear the squishing sounds as the wet pussy gripped the dildo and slipped and slid back and forth on it. The heels began to press and release against my back with each thrust. The pain was right on the edge of pleasure and excruciating. I could feel the tension in my back and neck as I was forced into this awkward position and jostled around. This continued for a few minutes until I heard the girl in front of me being to pant and moan louder, throatily exclaiming that she was cumming. Suddenly the thighs clamped down around my ears, the heels dug in deep and hard enough that I began to feel a warm trickle or my own blood sliding across my back.

    There was a quiver in the thighs for a moment and then they slowly, regretfully released my head. The legs dropped off of my shoulders and whoever the mystery girl was shifted off the seat in front of me. Shivers danced along my body as I felt a set of fingertips begin to graze along from the base of the mask, down my spine and to the spot where the heels had cut my back. They paused briefly and then I suddenly felt a warm tongue begin to lick the small trail of blood from my back and twirl around the cut. The feeling was intense and surprisingly erotic. My body shivered again and goose bumps raised across my legs and arms.

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    “Well, that was an unexpected reaction. That gives me an idea. Michelle, go grab me the small spur. ” I felt my wrists being uncuffed and I was brought up from my cramped position. I felt myself being pushed backwards until I was laying with my back on the bench. My arms were pulled down and under the bench where they were cuffed once again to the underside of the bench. Fingertips began to run from my bent knees, up to my semi-hard penis. They begin the trace lazy circles around the head until I slowly grow as full and rigid as I could ever remember. I feel the cool sensation of a few drops of lube fall on the tip and soon the fingers have coated me from the base of my shaft to the very tip. As the fingers circled around the base, I felt a strange sensation as something was slid down the full length of my penis. As the hand let go, I started to hear a small hum and an immense suction against my penis. Very slowly, I could feel the pressure growing in my cock. I could feel the blood pulsing in my veins and it felt like it might explode.

    Right as I felt like I couldn’t take any more, the humming and suction stopped. There was no release, so I just felt the pulsing in my penis and it felt engorged further than it had ever been. Michelle leaned down and whispered in my ear. “I may be more into girls, but I love the feel of a hard cock between my legs. First I am going to use the one up here and then the one down there. ” With that, I felt someone lifting their leg over me and straddling my head. A soft purring sound escaped Michelle’s throat as she slowly slid down on the dildo. I felt some of her weight against me as she settled in and paused for a moment. I waited patiently for her to start fucking the dildo, but instead a felt the smallest of pin pricks on my chest. Slowly, ever so slowly I felt a trail of pin pricks dance along my chest as Michelle rolled the spur across me. She had just enough pressure to keep it on the edge of passing pleasurable to painful. “Hold on baby, this may sting a little. ” With that, I felt her press harder against my skin and roll the spur across me for about an inch or so. It was excruciating! I immediately felt a handful of warmth trickling and sliding across my chest and down my sides. I felt a couple mouths begin to lick and suck the trails off of me.

    Michelle began to slowly slide up and down on the dildo attached to my gag. She leaned forward and put her hands on my chest while increasing her pace. She would rotate her rhythms and style every once in a while – one second she would slide all the way down and in quick rhythm slide up and down only an inch or so and then the next she would slowly slide all the way up until the tip was just inside her and then slam back down. As she rotated through these rhythms, her breath got heavier and heavier. I could tell she was building up to a crescendo; suddenly she started sliding up all the way and slamming down hard as fast as she could. Her fingernails dug deep into my flesh and she started to whimper. Suddenly her body went rigid for a moment and then on shaky legs she climbed off of me. It was incredibly sexy and painful to have the women use me like this, but I was glad that it stopped for a second – I was afraid she was going to hurt me with the force she was slamming into my head with. Luckily the bench underneath me was incredibly padded.

    As I lay there trying to breath, I heard and felt a pop as the contraption on my penis was lifted off. I felt someone reach under the bench and uncuff one hand. I heard Cindy whisper into my ear: “Touch yourself. Feel how big you are. Slowly stroke it for all of us to see. ” I reached up and slowly touched my now very painful penis.

    ***************************************************************************

    Holy cow! I immediately could tell that it was harder than I had ever been. The veins were straining and popping and I could barely fit my fingers around it. It must have been nearly double the girth than it usually is. I slowly stroked upwards to the tip and it even seemed to be slightly longer as well. “Keep stroking it. Slowly. Slower. I want to see you stroke that cock. ” I felt the cold sting of lube being drizzled on my penis and my stroking spread it all over. After a few minutes, my hand was pulled away from my penis and placed against a warm pussy. I could feel the natural lubricant all against my hand. “Do you see how wet you make me? I love watching you stroke you huge cock. “

    Cindy slid over my body and I could feel her cool hand guiding me into her. It took a moment for her to wiggle her way onto me but as soon as she was ready, she slammed down on me hard. She immediately started cumming. “Oh Jesus that feels so good!” Normally she goes nice and slow to start, but Cindy immediately began riding my cock as fast and hard as she could. Only a moment later she screamed out that she was cumming again and popped off of my cock. As my hard cock slapped up against my stomach I felt a gush of warm liquid splash over me. Holy cow, she made herself squirt from my cock. The idea started to send me over the edge and I guess Cindy could tell from the twitching of my penis and the flexing of my stomach that I was about to cum. She immediately grabbed around the head of my penis with one hand and the base with the other and squeezed. She held me tightly, almost painfully, until the twitching subsided and I fell back from the edge.

    “I think it is my turn. ” I heard Steph say. Cindy moved out of the way and I felt another round of lube cascading over my cock head. I could feel the brush of a body between my legs and then a soft hand reach down and hold my penis straight up and down. Very slowly, I felt warmth against the tip of my penis. Slowly, slowly, I felt pressure against me as she attempted to lower herself on me. I felt myself easing into her but it was one of the tightest feelings. She wiggled her butt and she suddenly slipped down a few inches. “Oh my god, that feels so good in my ass. “

    A sharp intake of breath around the gag in my mouth. Did she say her ass?! In the entire time that we had been married, Cindy never let me stick it in her ass. I could kiss and lick it and she loved that, but I could never stick anything in there. I was finally having anal sex. It was almost too much and I could feel myself about to cum. Steph must have felt it coming on too, because she immediately stopped moving and grabbed the base of my penis extremely hard. I shivered and shook as my orgasm was pushed aside once again.

    “Oh poor baby. I think he really wants to release that load. ” Cindy cooed into my ear. “Not yet. Not for a bit. Maybe not at all. You are our little play thing tonight.” With that, she straddled my head and I could hear her moan as she lowered herself onto the large dildo. Steph held perfectly still, grasping my penis in a death grip. Cindy began to slowly slide up and down. “You know, this is great, but I think I need a real one too. Come here. “

    A few seconds later, I could hear Cindy moaning again, but this time I could tell she had something in her mouth. Slowly I begin to hear the slurping of Cindy giving a wet, dirty blowjob. Steph began to grind against the thick phallus in her. With a loud plop, I heard her break free. “You know, this just isn’t enough. How about you come over here too. ” I felt her lean across to the other side and I heard the sounds of a blowjob start again. As she continued to grind hard against my face, I could feel her lean one way for a minute and then the other. The sounds of a wet blowjob continued. There was a slight break and she stopped moving. “How do you like this? I have two hard, throbbing cocks in my hands right now. They are covered in my saliva and they taste so good. I would try and fit them both in my mouth at one time, but they are just too big. “

    As Cindy went back to sucking the cocks of the two men, I felt Steph begin to slowly lower herself further on me. She began the most frustrating rhythm. She would slide down on me and raise up an inch then grip my penis hard. She would sit still for a moment and then repeat. It felt amazing, but with each vice-like grip my sensations would wane and my orgasm would fall away. This went on for a few minutes until I felt Steph tense up and shake. She slowly slid off of me and let out a deep breath.

    Cindy climbed off of me and stepped away. I felt someone reach under the bench and unlatch my hands. My ankles were next and then I felt hands under my arms and lifting me up. I was led away from the bench and then was forced to my knees. I felt a wooden pole raising up from the ground and I was pushed back until my back was against it. My legs were drawn around each side of it and I felt my ankles crossed over each other and strapped down to the ground. My wrists were pulled behind me and around the pole as well and I felt them bound to each other. To my surprise, I felt a strap wrapped around my neck and attached behind the pole as well. I could not move an inch.

    Someone began unbuckling the small strap around the bottom of the mask and pulled the snaps free from the dildo gag in my mouth. I tried to wiggle and relax my jaw as the gag was removed from my mouth. I couldn’t move my head anywhere to help as the mask was slowly removed. I blinked my eyes and tried to adjust my vision as I was pulled from utter darkness to a semi-lit room. As my eyes came into focus, I looked around the room. I could not believe what my own eyes were seeing. Cindy was standing a few feet in front of me. The first thing I noticed was her outfit. Looking like the total cheap slut she had now become apparently! She was wearing the tightest latex dress that barely went below her ass cheeks. It was extremely low cut and her breasts were pushed together and up to create amazing cleavage. It was translucent yellow with black piping. The next thing I noticed was that there were two young men standing next to her naked, their cocks in her hands as she slowly stroked them. I could feel our wedding vows slowly vaporizing before my eyes. Sitting on a couch behind her were the two men that we met at the gay club last night. They were naked and stroking each other and smiling at the action going on.

    Standing on each side of me were Gloria and Michelle.

    Michelle was wearing a black, full body suit. It was super tight and showed all of her curves. I immediately noticed a strap-on sticking out from her crotch. It must have been at about 6″ long but pretty narrow (maybe an inch in diameter). Gloria had nothing on. Well, that isn’t true. Dripped all over her tanned body was a multitude of colors of liquid latex; it created a veritable Jackson Pollack painting on her. Strapped to her crotch was a horse cock. No, it wasn’t just big, it was literally shaped like a horse penis. It was about 12″ long and very thick.

    Sitting on a loveseat in the corner was another girl I had never seen before. She was naked except for white knee-high Go Go boots. I couldn’t see it because of how she was sitting, but I could tell by the straps around her hips that she was wearing a strap-on as well. She was stroking the cock of a naked man next to her. Sitting on the arm rest of the love seat was Steph. She was wearing a black leather bra and matching school girl skirt. There were gold metal chains looping off of the bra that hung down her sides and looped down and connected to the waistband of her skirt.

    “I hope you have a lot more energy, because the night is just starting, our little slave toy. ” Cindy gave me a wicked smile.


  • Soroity Sweethearts: Tri-Delta Sluts in Training

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    Sorority Sweethearts: Tri-Delta Sluts in Training

    Tanya Summers was only nineteen years old, and being so, she possessed the charm and vivacity of youth that made her innocence that much more alluring. She had the quintessential Nordic blue eyes, and with her curly blond blonde hair bobbed just above her shoulders, she was the perfect little porcelain doll—albeit, a dolly with very distinctive, and very small, tan-lines. She had been a top athlete in high school: tennis, swimming, even one year of basketball, so with the routine of daily exercise and the motivation of weekly competition, over the years, she had sculpted her figure into something truly exquisite—long and lean but with enough flare at the hips and lift beneath her breasts to squash any doubt that she anything less than100% goddess. She could never decide whether it was her tits or her ass she liked best; however, both never failed to garner daily looks whenever she ventured out of the sorority and across campus—from both sexes! She’d learned to dress provocatively in high school, and now, it seemed, she had truly perfected her style to the point of an art form. Whenever she went out, she wore only enough make-up and of a certain kind, to make it look like she wasn’t wearing any—playing on her own natural femininity and youthful radiance, she preferred to enhance her seemingly natural pixieness. Her clothing, too, was designed with the utmost care to appear perfectly nonchalant. Such pieces of said clothing would cling and flutter in diaphanous layers across her breasts or be cut in such a s way as to reveal the slight slope of a hip or the taught outline of her abdomen. Seeming both regal and yet, simultaneously unaware, she’d swish and sashay her way from quad to building and back again—all the time keeping a careful accounting of the “reactions” she was getting, so that by the time she was safely ensconced her dorm room, she’d be randy as hell and be needing any kind of direct relief—usually found in the form of her “rubber friends” or her roommate, Alysin’s, friendly tongue.
    At this moment Tanya was randy as goon. She had been standing naked before a large attic window on the private floor of the Tri-Delta Sorority house for the past twenty minutes, and though she knew there was little chance she could be seen from down below, she still held out hope.
    As she idly gazed at the the radiant yellows, reds, and copper leaves drifting slowly to the ground and littering the walkways leading toward the spires of the gothic university towers in the distance, her eyes fell upon a lady in a white head-scarf and dark wrap-around sunglasses, Dolce Gabana, she mused. The lady had just pulled up and was now getting out of a beige, low-slung, convertible Mercedes. Tonya’s pulse quickened, and she could feel the blood begin to pound a little perceptibly in the pink folds or her ever-wet pussy. She and her roommate, Alysin, had been awaiting the arrival of Alysin’s mother, whom Alysin, over the prior three months, had lauded with every kind of scorn and criticism imaginable. Yet, here she was, or was she? Something was not quite right, or perhaps, something had changed? Tonya looked over at her roommate who lay contentedly on the leather sofa reading this month’s edition of Cosmo.
    “Alysin, didn’t you say your mother drove a Mercedes?” Tonya asked.
    “Yeah,” Alysin sneered. “An old clunker my dad got her in the 90’s!”
    “Hmmm. Well, the one I’m looking at is a new tan 450SL convertible; and she, excuse me, IT looks like one hellava sweet ride.” Tanya smiled and licked her lips.
    “Well, my little lust-driven exhibitionist, then whoever’s driving that ride ain’t my mom—remember, she’s not exactly the Gloria Vanderbilt of style, you know.” Alysin said, without looking up, being instead captivated by this month’s article on the recent rise and societal acceptability of lesbianism—not only on college campuses, but in the larger society as well.
    Engrossed in the article, Alysin lay sprawled on her stomach on the dark brown leather sofa. Her pale yellow sweat pants had ridden up tightly into the crack of her ass, but she didn’t care. Her shirt, a white wife-beater, was two sizes too big for her so that it opened easily exposing the curve of her full breasts as they spilled out the sides.
    “So, what’s this lil’ diva look like?” Alysin mumbled while peering over to take in her friend’s willowly, silhouetted figure in front of the window.
    “Wellllll, she’s um….., gorgeous: a black leather micro-mini and a tight, white blouse; she looks like she just stepped out of a Calvin Klein ad.”
    Tanya’s left hand drifted downwards until it found what it knew was there—a thick little protrusion that she circled and drummed with the pad her middle finger.
    “Hmmmm, anyone woman that can do that, must be yummy.” Alysin said as she gazed longingly at the slim digit sluicing through her roommate’s baby-puss, which is what she called it since it reminded her of a little girl’s hairless slit.
    Alysin’s mouth began to water. She could almost taste the tang of her roommate’s pussy on her lips. In fact, as she licked her lips, she tasted the residue of the girl-smear that had been left there only a few hours ago.
    “Well, lazy bones, come see for yourself the object of my lust.” Tanya said, taking the finger out of her pussy and smearing the goo upon her lips.
    Tanya’s blue eyes were filled with a dreamy-lustful wickedness as she turned back to gaze down on the woman ascending the steps.
    Tanya, like Alysin, was only a freshman at Vespasia College, one of the oldest colleges in Massachusettes, and still located in an unincorporated woodland section outside of Salem. Tanya’s mother and father had died in a firery car crash when she was only six, so her paternal aunt had taken over her education. She had gone to successive all-girl boarding schools both in Europe and the US until this last year when her aunt had enrolled her at Vespasia—there had been no other considerations. Tanya had known for years she would attend her aunt’s alma mater.
    Alysin pulled herself off the couch and sidled up to the window—more intent on tasting Tanya’s luscious tits than gazing at any old matron in a Mercedes. As she stood behind Tanya, Alysin’s hand slid caressingly over the soft round curve of Tanya’s ass. She loved the feel of the girl’s delicate and smooth skin—the lovely twin dimples above her perfect buttocks had received kisses too numerous to number. She had even gone so far as to kiss the pink puckered rose that lay in the valley between these nearly perfect mounds.
    Tanya shuddered, feeling Alysin’s fingers dance into the crevice of her ass. She caught her breath and was momentarily distracted, but she did manage to point.
    “See, I told you she was gorgeous.”
    The lady had just removed her white head-scarf and was running her bejeweled fingers through her auburn-highlighted locks. She was standing on the final step of the sorority’s large, gray-stoned, Jacobean mansion.
    Alysin casually looked over her friend’s shoulder down the six stores to the woman standing before the door of the sorority.
    “Holy fuckin’ shit! That is my mom!”
    Alysin scooted up beside Tanya to get a closer look, but the tall, long-legged brunette had already entered the lobby and had disappeared from view.
    “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” was all Alysin could mutter for the next few minutes. She was utterly confused by her mother’s unbelievable transformation. Her thoughts were racing: What had happened to her mom? What had brought on this change, this amazing makeover, and, to boot, has her personality also changed? How could she so quickly go from ditzy to diva?
    Being caught up in the whirlwind of this startling revelation, Alysin had all but forgotten Tanya, that is, until Tanya’s soft purring voice wafted through the fog of Alysin’s thoughts.
    “Can I meet her?”
    Tanya’s hands were softly caressing both her pussy and a tit—pulling on one, and rubbing the other. She had leaned back against the windowpane and had lifted her left leg placing her foot on the lower windowsill—exposing the pink gash between her legs. She’d never been shy. Tanya’s bald cunt was so obviously wet, and her pussy lips dangled in a lewd distended display. Since her eyes were closed, it was clear she was enjoying a truly decadent reverie.
    “Tanya, stop it! that’s my fucking mom!”
    “I know, I know.” Tanya whispered, “that’s what I so fucking imagining.”
    “You’re sick!”
    “Am I? Am I sick? Oh, my dear Alysin, you don’t know the half of it.”
    Tanya pushed two fingers up into her cunt and ground her pelvis onto them rotating her hips in a lewd spectacle of self-gratification.
    “My mom’s gonna be here in two minutes and all you can think about it getting your fucking cunt off?”
    “Settle down, little girl. Look, if it makes you feel any better, I’ll stop, okay?”
    Tanya’s fingers slid languidly out of her snatch, but she couldn’t help but smile as she saw Alysin’s eyes take in the scene. She knew the little bitch was drunk on her dew and wanted nothing more than to lick her fingers, so, instead, Tanya did it herself. She snaked her tongue over each finger—licking the off the driblets as they clung like peach nectar to her slender fingers—and, as she did this, she looked right into her roomate’s eyes and said, “You’ve got a lot to learn, little one.”

    Chapter Two: “The Birthing of a Demon-seed”

    “It was never meant to last a lifetime.”
    Alysin’s mother’s comment about her marriage seemed to sum it all up so nicely. After their initial meeting in the lobby of the sorority house, Alysin and her mother had gone off in the car to a local pub—a place Alysin hadn’t even known about. The place had a rather non-descript entrance down a long brick-lined walkway between two tall row houses, and the only thing to indicate that it was a restaurant at all was the wrought iron sign hanging above the door saying, Francine’s. Inside it was cool and dark and lit only by a multitude of multi-colored candles of all shapes and sizes and which combined for an intoxicating scent. Alysin liked the place, but she wondered how her mother known about it.
    “So, you never really loved dad?” Alysin said while toying with her sauteed artachoke. She was a just a little incredulous at the story her mother had just spent two hours relating. How in the last year she had divorced her husband of the last twenty years, got herself in shape at a fancy gym, and was now employed at a new Advertising Agency in New York—all unbeknowst to Alysin who was safely ensconced at Vespasia. Though Alysin had only been gone less than a year, it seemed in those few months her mother had changed into someone she barely recognized.
    Maggie looked up, startled by her daughter’s comment.
    “Of course I loved him. How could I not? After all, I got you out of the bargain! But,” she paused as if thinking about what else she wanted to say, “there are some things that keep coming back. Some things you can’t forget.”
    Maggie stirred her drink, a Manhattan, and continued. “And,” she paused took a breath and looked up to catch her daughter’s eyes. “There are things you don’t know yet.”
    “I’m all ears.”
    “I know.”
    “Well?”
    “Okay, okay, I’m just not sure how to say this to you.”
    “Just say it.”
    Alysin leaned across the table and took her mother’s nicely manicured hand in her own. “Can it be any more revelatory than what you’ve already told me?”
    “Yes, yes it can.” Maggie’s eyes were suddenly firm. She removed her hand from her daughter’s and used to lift her drink and then quietly said, “Honey, I’m a lesbian.”
    Maggie’s eyes looked off into the distance focusing on the pictures on the wall opposite. There were paintings of pink and purple orchids by Georgia O’Keefe and other less well-know artists above each table, and in the glow of the lamplight, each seemed a thing alive, vibrating in the glow of the gentle light.
    Alysin was silent for a moment, and yet, it seemed to her that a final encrustation of skin that Alysin had formerly encased her mother within had now, finally and forever, fallen away. She looked over at a newly formed woman; a being that was now totally independent, happy, glowing with in new warmth, and radiating a style and confidence that Alysin envied. Alysin liked what she saw; she liked it a lot.
    “I’m not surprised, Mom.” Alysin again reached over to squeeze her mother’s hand.
    “You’re not?” Maggie looked up, a bit surprised.
    “No.”
    “Why?”
    “Because of you and I—even in the tough times—like the last five years—there was always something there between us as women. I don’t know. It’s hard to describe, but I’ve always felt connected to you as a woman, as your little girl.”
    “Really? Even when I was such bitchy old bitty?”
    “Even then!”
    Each smiled and seemed to effortlessly settle into this new reality.
    Alysin had begun to caress her mother’s hand, and her mother smiled.
    Maggie was happy. She knew at last that she would fulfill the vows she had taken twenty-one years ago in this very town on a dark October night as a member of the Tri-Delta Sorority.
    “Well,” Alysin paused, and then sat back in her chair, “I guess I’ve got a confession to make, too.” Alysin released her mother’s hand and pushed her dark bangs out of her eyes. She looked around checking to see where the other patrons were—the restaurant had only a few other diners, so there was a modicum of privacy afforded mother and daughter.
    “I’ve been…well, hmmm, this is kind of hard.” She reached for her iced tea, but her mother’s hand stopped her.
    “I know.”
    “Know what?” Alysin was caught off-guard. What did her mother mean that she knew?
    “It was obvious dear. So, so obvious!” Maggie laughed and her eyes danced in the knowledge.
    “Wait a minute. What do you ‘think’ you know?”
    “Only a lesbian knows how another lesbian looks at a woman.”
    Alysin’s mouth dropped open, and if she’d had a mirror in front of her face she would’ve seen her own reaction—a dead give-away that her mother was right. However, she wasn’t quite ready to give in, so she added in an accusatory and skeptical tone, “What do you mean?”
    “Tonya’s eyes were eating me up as soon as I entered your room. So, I could only imagine that the two of you have been, well, how shall we say, enjoying the fruits of each other’s feminine charms.” Maggie smile’s was contagious.
    Alysin looked away, and then she couldn’t help it; she broke into a grin and said, “Wow! You are too frickin’ good mom!”
    “That’s what they say!” Maggie picked up her drink and said, “Well, here’s to two new lezzies—mother and daughter!”
    Alysin’s face was aglow. She liked her “new” mom a lot more than the one she’d had for the last five or so years. The new one seemed more alive, vibrant, and connected—not as driven as the old one, and less concerned with what “others’ thought. Her “new” mom seemed daring—even a bit provocative—the perfume, the deep flaunting of her cleavage—even the perfection of her manicure—each seemed a statement that Alysin could read.
    Alysin picked up her glass. She looked at her mother, and each seemed to know what the other was thinking—they shared a devilish grin as they quite contentedly clinked their glasses.
    “Cheers.”
    “This is unbelievable, mom.” Alysin shook her head thinking she had entered some crazy dream.
    “I know. I sometimes feel the same way, but I’m afraid there’s something else I need to tell you.”
    Alysin’s ears perked up, “really, what?”
    “Well, dear, there’s something else you don’t know about me, or at least I didn’t tell you the whole truth about my past.”
    Alysin sat there hoping and praying that this new “revelation” wouldn’t somehow destroy the new “mom” she had discovered in the past few hours. “What is it, mom?”
    “Hmmmmm, I guess I can just say it. I’m not a graduate of the Hollis University in Amherst.”
    “You’re not?” Alysin had seen the Diploma; she’d heard the stories, and her mom had attended those reunions every five years or so.
    “No, I’m not. I’m really a graduate of…Vespasia.”
    “Really? So, why not just say so?”
    “Honey, it was all so complicated after I met your father. I really did love him, and I guess, I don’t know, I guess I didn’t believe he’d understand.”
    “Understand what?”
    Maggie took some time to think about her next words. Here is where it would get complicated. “Alysin, I’m a Tri-Delta, too.”
    “So?”
    “You haven’t been initiated yet, so you probably don’t know the full implications of your joining this sorority.”
    “Do you?”
    “Yes. I mean, well, yes, I do…..and, well, I’ve been asked to be present during the initiation ceremony tomorrow—I’m one of the officials.”
    “Wait a minute! You are going to officiate the secret ceremonies?”
    “Yes, I am. I renewed my vows last year and though when I left the Sorority to marry your father I was only an apprentice, I have now attained the third stage of development.”
    “Third stage? What does that mean, this is weird and confusing.”
    “I know. It will become clearer in time—that is, if you wish to continue.”
    “Continue in what?” Alysin’s voice took on a tone of exasperation.
    “As you know, the Sorority is in a very large Jacobean mansion and there are lots of rooms you’ve never been allowed to enter, right?
    “Yeah.” Alysin reached across to her mother’s drink, took it, and lifted to her lips. Her mother smiled—she didn’t mind in the least.
    “Well, there’s a reason for that.”
    “This is freaky, mom.”
    “No, no honey; please don’t be freaked out—at least not yet.” Maggie tried to smile to lighten the tension, but Alysin’s gaze was intense and did not waver.
    “Honey, there are levels within levels—-in the sorority. Many of the girls will never know this, some will suspect it but won’t be invited, but others will be allowed to enter, will be asked to enter—you are one of those people.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “The Tri-Delta Sorority is a special sorority. Though it has a purpose and function in the world that all know and acknowledge, there is another side that only the initiated are aware of and participate in.”
    “Well, I must say, it sounds interesting.”
    “Does it?” Maggie could feel her pulse quicken. So, she asked, “Why?”
    “I don’t know.” Alysin sat back in her chair. “I guess I’ve always liked secrets—especially dark secrets!” She flashed a wicked grin at her mom who smiled in recognition of the look.
    “Well, it is dark and it must be kept secret—that is its power, but it also will make demands.”
    “Like what?”
    “That’s why we’re here. I can’t tell you exactly, yet, but I must find something out—-about you.” Maggie looked across at her daughter. The girl had her eyes, and Maggie detected there a desire to know, really know what this was all about.
    “I must find out how obedient you can be,” Maggie said quite forthrightly—and without looking away.
    “Obedient?” Alysin felt a quiver of excitement pulse through her sex.
    “Yes, obedient.” Maggie added for emphasis.
    Alysin was quiet for almost thirty seconds—not looking at her mother—and then, in almost a whisper, she said, “okay.”
    “Good.” Maggie’s tone suddenly seemed deeper and more authoritative. She also looked over her daughter’s head and seemed to be saying something to someone else. “I want to show you something. Let’s go to the ladies room—I will have to partially undress to show it to you.”
    Both women got up and walked across the dining room to the far side where a narrow hallway led to the ladies room. Alsyin was quiet—walking behind her mother. As they entered, Alysin realized they weren’t going to be alone. In the room were two other women—two women that were about her mother’s age—mid 40’s, maybe younger. One was blonde, tall, and very slim—almost skinny, whereas the other was a brunette, curvy, and though not short, not statuesque like the blonde.
    “Honey, this is Abagail.” The blonde nodded toward her. “And this is Stephanie.” Her mother’s head leaned in the lady’s direction. She smiled.
    “Nice to meet you,” Alysin said, extending her hand in a kind of formal introduction.
    “You can call me Abby; it’s much nicer.”
    Both women, the younger and older, smiled easily as they gazed at each other.
    “Now, Alysin,” Maggie added, “I want to show you something.” Maggie leaned up against the low-lit charcoal colored vanity and closed her eyes, and, as she did so, she seemed to fall into a trance of pure bliss. She nodded her head, and as she did, Abagail walked over to her. Abagail reached out with both hands and began to caress Maggie’s breasts—casually at first with a gentle finger-tip tracings, however, she soon began to kneed them quite roughly, massaging the large orbs and pulling—even though the thin material, Maggie’s now suddenly stiff nipples. Next, Abagail’s hands began to unbutton the white blouse that Maggie had on. Maggie’s eyelids fluttered, as if she were hypnotized while Alysin’s eyes remained transfixed on the scene before her—her mother was going to let her watch these two women fuck her! Alysin couldn’t help it—-her panties were getting very wet, and her cooch, very itchy.
    Alysin felt someone behind her, but before she could turn around, she felt Stephanie’s strong arms encircle her—holding her tight, and then she heard Stephanie whisper slowly and in a sing-song little voice, “Hey little girlie, yo momma’s a nasty fuck slut….and,” Stephanie seemed to snicker, “and, she wants her little girl to know it. Yo momma’s got problems, big problems!” Here Alysin felt Stephanie’s arms relax and instead of wrapping around her, the woman’s hands rested on her arms, and then began to slide around to her front—to her own braless breasts that received the woman’s hands in complete submission.
    “Hmmmmmm, like mother, like daughter.” Stephanie said.
    Maggie had opened her eyes and could see over the head of the blonde woman who was now gorging herself on Maggie’s rubbery nipples. Maggie could see Stephanie, another mother of a daughter in the Tri-Delta sorority, now openly feeling up he daughter, and she moaned, but still said, “Wait, come here, Stephanie, let her make up her own mind.”
    “Hmmmm, party-pooper!f” Stephanie said as she released Alysin’s thoroughly aroused tits. Stephanie swayed as she walked to where Maggie was now sitting on the vanity. Stephanie got to her knees and began to lick Maggie’s crotch over her thin black slacks.
    “Hmmmmm, this bitch as no panties on!” Stephanie exclaimed. “I taste her pussy right through her pants.”
    Maggie’s hands cupped the back of Stephanie’s head, “yeah, you filthy bitch, lick my fuckin’ slit.” Maggie’s hips thrust forward.
    Then, Maggie looked up at her daughter and said, “You like this, little bitch, do you like lezzie sluts?” Maggie felt Stephanie pulling her pants over her hips
    Alsyin didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t take her eyes off her beautiful mother, and now, suddenly, her beautifully depraved mother. Alysin wanted to touch herself—her hand was literally inching lower and lower.
    “Go ahead—I know you wanna” Maggie kicked her pumps off—each clattered to the floor. “C’mon, let your mommy see her little girl’s sweet fuzzy peach.” She smiled wickedly as she felt Stephanie slide her slacks all the way off and then push her thighs widely apart—as she did so, Stephanie looked back at Alysin.
    “You like?” She said. “This is your hole, kid.” At that Stephanie spread her mother’s outer labia to expose her mother’s inner rose—the petals were perfectly formed—thick, pink, and rich in dew—her mother was very, very wet—-like mother, like daughter Alysin thought.
    Stephanie then leaned in and began to lick her mother’s pussy. She dug her tongue through the grooves alongside each extended lip—all Alsyin could do was groan, and without too much thought, she slipped her thumbs into the drawstring of her sweats and drew them down.
    “Hmmmmmmm” was all her mom could say as she watched her beautful daughter’s soaked panties come into full view. Alysin’s sweat pants lay in a puddle at her feet but the finger of her left hand was now busily frigging the hard nub that was visibly protruding from her panties.
    “Ohhhh Shit!” Maggie’s eyes were glued to her daughter’s downy triangle. She had noticed what seemed to be a an oversized clit beneath the thin fabric and it was causing her own large clit to poke it’s slippery head out of pink sheath.
    “You like” Stephanie took Maggie’s clit between her forefinger and thumb and turned to look at Alysin. She held the nubbin in plain view for Alysin to see. Maggie felt as if she might faint, but just then, Abigail had opened her own blouse and freed her big tits, sticking their beautful lusciousness in Maggie’s face and commanded, “suck ‘em bitch!” Maggie looked at her daughter—who returned her look and then watched intently as her mother began to slather her spittle all over the huge tits and sucking the rock-hard nipples as if she were a little baby.
    “Damn!” Alysin said as her hand now dipped inside her panties and began grooving on the wet line between her legs. “This is fuckin’ hot.” She tossed her hair out of her eyes—which, by the way, were now radiantly alive in the crystal lust that shone diamond-like in the smoky depths of her hazel eyes.
    “Go ahead little girl,” Abigail added, sensing that Alysin was close to the edge, “drop those panties.”
    Alysin did as she was told by the older lady. She slowly slid the cream colored thong off her hips—watching intently the gaze of all three woman watching her—maybe she’d be the “show,” she thought. When the panties joined her sweats, laying crumpled on the floor, Abigail said, “now turn around and show us that little ass.”
    Once again, Alysin complied. She turned around, exposing her boyish buttocks—so small, almost childlike, yet dainty and feminine to the lascivious gaze of these there middle-aged sluts whose pussies were undoubtedly creaming at the sight of such loveliness.
    “Oh my god…..I wanna get my tongue in there!” Stephanie said emphatically.
    Alysin then did something unexpected—she pulled her tight little cheeks apart—exposing the dark, humid crevice of her ass and the dark little star at the center.
    “Yes!” She heard her mother say, and when she turned around she saw that Stephanie had tilted her mother up onto the small of her back, exposing her mother’s own nether hole and that Stephanie was now lapping at her puckered hole like a dog in heat. However, Maggie’s eyes were still fixed on her daughter—still glued to her ass, to her asshole.
    “Put it in.” she heard her mother whisper. Again, “put it in.”
    Alysin understood. Keeping her back to her audience, she took her middle finger on her right hand and slipped it into her mouth—wetting it in nasty fucking display of sluttiness, and then she slowly circled her asshole, taking stabs at the hole with the pad of her finger…teasing eveyone watching.
    “In.” Once again, so quite she could barely hear it, but she knew it was what her mother wanted, and she would obey.
    She felt her sphincter give way to the slim digit. It hurt a little, but the pain soon subsided as she began to slide it slowly up her back channel. She liked the feeling—the nasty slutty feeling of being so exposed, so subservient to the whims and carnal desires of these older ladies. She knew she was going down; she would do just about anything these women wanted.
    “lick it, little one.” She shuddered at the command. She had dreamt of this on sleepless nights in her bed when Tonya had been out getting snockered with some other bimbo, but she had never done it. Now she would. She pulled the digit out of her ass. It was covered in butt slime, spittle, and the run-off of her pussy juices—and all of it, every single bit of it, was hers. She looked at the ladies—fearfully at first, but then she relaxed and slid the acrid tasting digit between her soft caressing lips. It wasn’t nearly as bad as she had expected. Yes, it was strong and pungent, but in a way that just made her hungry for more.
    “Oh dear, that’s nice.” Abigail had dropped her own pants and panties and was now visibly buggering her own asshole with two long and emaculately manicured fingers. She rammed them in her ass and watched as Alysin spread her ass-juice all over her lips.
    “It seems the fruit doesn’t fall far from the tree, does it?” Maggie said to no one in particular but all the while not taking her eyes off her daughter’s dirty popsicle. “But, we’re not done yet.”
    Alysin hardly heard what her mother had said, so intent was she in the discovery of this new erogenous zone—her lovely ass—but when she opened her eyes, she saw that now everyone was completely naked—-mom, Abigail and Stephanie and each of the ladies was standing beside her mom, caressing her inner thighs while playing with her distended nipples.
    “Honey, we in here for a reason.”
    “We are?” Alysin answered but seemed to hear herself as if she were in a dream and not really present in the room.
    “Yes, we are. Momma’s gotta pee, so do these nice ladies.We all gotta pee, honey.”
    Alysin’s eyes opened wide. She had not thought of this. For some reason sucking her own dirty digit was not so bad, but, but, drinking piss, really? Is that what they want? Alysin was suddenly frightened.
    “Honey,” Alysin heard her mother and turned to look at her. She saw Abigail and Stephanie go down on their knees in front of her mother. Each woman looked at Alysin, each other, and then waited. And then, then her mother with a little spurt began to let go a long hot stream of piss through the air. It arced highly at first—exploding out of her mother’s engorged slit, but quickly each lady stuck her tongue into the stream causing it to spray outward and cover their cheeks and lips.
    Alysin couldn’t believe these women enjoyed drinking her mother’s piss. She watched in awe as they shared all the hot liquid on their cheeks and chin and greedily lapped up golden residue. And, for a second, Alysin couldn’t help herself—she smelled the urine, and the stench of it began to work its magic. She felt the butterflies in her stomach begin to flutter. She began to be curious—-if they liked it, if they could do it, maybe….so could she?
    Just then her mother said, “Hmmmmmm, you’ll love it little slut. Now take off those shoes; Iwant you naked like the rest of us.” Alysin slipped off her flip-flops and stepped out of the tangle of clothes at her feet. She also slipped off the t-shirt she’d only put on a few hours ago when she first saw her mother coming up the steps to the sorority.
    “That’s better,” Maggie said. “Now you look like the tiny little lezzie butt-slut Iknow you are.”
    “Mommy, “ Alysin whined. She seemed to relish descending into the submissive and needy child role, “am I a butt-slut?” Her hands were back again on her ass—digging at her hole now with two fingers.
    “Of course, my love—caress that ass, and watch mommy very, very closely.”
    Maggie’s waifish frame slid off the counter and crouched on her haunches. The other two ladies stood up beside Maggie whose face was now even with each lady’s pulsing crotch. Alysin couldn’t take her eyes off her mom. She saw her reach around both ladies backsides and run her fingers through the crack of each lady’s ass, and then her delicately framed mother took her tongue and swiped t the buds at the top of each lady’s slit—causing each lady to swivel her hips and moan in ecstasy. Then, what Alysin had begun to hope to see, happened. Each lady began to dribble a little—each cunt begun to leak and then spew forth a torrent of hot piss, and her mom was in the center of the spray. Her face was receiving the full blast of both women as they let loose. Her mom was actually drinking their hot piss—drinking it like some whore on a bathroom floor. Her mother’s make-up was now smeared and the urine had cascaded down over both breasts, tummy, and dripped off own cunt between her legs. There was a pool of urine on the floor under her mother.
    “Honey, you wanna taste?”
    Alysin’s head was swimming. She seemed almost unconscious, but she heard herself say, “uh-huh.”
    Maggie stood up, her body glistening with the hot juice of each lady’s cunt spilled all over her. She walked over to her daughter, who stood with her head down, not looking her mother, her mistress, in the eyes.
    “Will you do what I tell you?”
    “Yes.”
    “Yes, what?”
    “I will do what you tell me.” Alysin looked up at her mother in complete submission and adoration.
    “Good.” Maggie bent her head lower and took her daughter’s head tenderly in her hands and placed her own salt-encrusted lips on her daughters, and then whispered, “kiss me.”
    Alysin’s raised her lips until she touched her mother’s. She tasted the hot salty and slightly rancid liquid still clinging to those full lips. She couldn’t’ help it when her tongue made a little foray into her mother’s mouth—she had tasted a little, but she wanted more.
    Her mother pulled back, “You like?”
    Alysin nodded.
    “More?” her mother queried.
    Alysin found her voice, “Yes.” She said excitedly and opened her mouth to accept her mother’s tongue. She reached up and laid her arms over her mom’s shoulders and accepted that tongue that had just been lapping up the piss-juice of two pussies—two stranger pussies she hadn’t even seen until 20 minutes ago! Her mother’s tongue was delicious—a nasty thing that knew no bound and no limits. Alysin relished her new freedom and the taste of decadence—so powerful and erotic. She opened her eyes two different sets of hands caressing her tiny ass. She giggled.
    “Mommy, I think your friends like me ass!” Stephanie and Abigail’s fingers were dancing over her tight curves and digging, too, into her wet crack—a crack that didn’t mind at all being spread wider and wider.
    “Oh yes, we love little asses.” Maggie caressed her daughter’s wet face—kissing her lips again and again. Alysin could only moan as her tongue took long lascivious swipes at her mother’s own darting member.
    “We? Who’s we?” Alysin dreamily asked.
    “Hmmmm, I’m sooooooooo glad you asked.” Maggie tilted her daughter’s chin up and looked her in the eyes—the glaze of lust was there, a carnal desire she knew had always been there, but now was going to fully bloom under her tutelage. She smiled at Alysin and the girl tried to kiss her, but instead, Maggie pulled back. She put a delicate hand on her daughter’s dainty shoulder and applied an ever-so-slight pressure, forcing her downward. “Let me show you the answer to your question.”
    “Hmmmm, mommy,” Alysin’s hands glided down her mother’s side, while her lips grazed neck, nipple, abdomen, and finally, when she rested on her knees, she came face to face with her mother’s gaping cunt. It was a thing of beauty. The rose-hued lips were large and distended—and each hung down a good half inch from the slit. The hole, too, was copious and juicy, almost as if some big fuckin’ porn dick had just plunged in and out of her pussy with the full force of a rutting bull—but it hadn’t been porn dick—it’d been lezzie strap-ons that her mother had been taking and taking and taking over the past twelve months—getting ready for her “new” life.
    “Oh mommy,” Alysin had opened her pretty brown eyes and now was staring at the loveliest thing she’d ever seen. There, in front her face—almost touching her nose, was a fat, rubbery, pink clit the size of Alysin’s little finger poking its head out of a slicksome hood. Like the lips, it, too, stuck out a good half inch and was just aching to be kissed and licked.
    “Mommy, your clit is so big—-bigger than mine!” Alysin looked up at her mother and smiled. She felt her mother’s fingers running through her hair.
    “That’s not what I wanted to show you, dear.” She cooed seductively.
    “No?” Alysin muttered, staring all the while at the clit that still fascinated her.
    “Here.” Maggie moved Alysin’s head a little higher so she was now right on her mom’s bikini line, and then she saw it—the symbol, though different, somehow. There was the sorority triangle—the Tri-Delta tattooed to her mother. Though, actually, there were really four triangles; three in one—all pointing down, whereas the one in the center was pointing up. However, her mother’s triangle was black—all black, except for the central triangle. It was red, and in the middle of it was one black letter, an “M”.
    “See, Alysin,” Maggie turned her daughter’s head toward the crotches of the other two woman. Each was now standing facing the young girl, and each had the same tattoo—a red triangle pointing upward inside a black triangle pointing downward—toward the slit, and each with a black M in the center.
    “We are mistresses, Alysin. We are the elect, the chosen. We have always existed—secretly in each state, each county, in every place all around the world. This is our sign,” Maggie gently rubbed the tattoo but also touched her clit—still throbbing for attention, “and, if you desire to join us, it might be your sign, too, one day. Though, you will have to prove yourself; you will be tested, and you must learn to submit. I can tell you it will not be easy, but, if you succeed, the reward is rich.” With that, Alysin lifted her face to her mother and looked deeply into her eyes.
    “Can you serve your mistresses—wherever they are and do whatever they want?”
    Alysin’s face was rapturous, “Yes,” she said, feeling her nipples grow hard and her own cunt begin to tighten into a knot of desire. Alysin lifted her hands and began to caress the soft vulvas of both Stephanie and Abigail—running tiny fingers through very sloppy folds. She then licked her fingers, and looked hungrily at the hole she’d come through only eighteen years ago—-so pink and luscious. She leaned in and took her mother’s pink knob between her lips—fluttering it with her tongue. She felt her mother shudder and shake, and she was happy. Her whole face: cheeks, lips, and chin were now coated with her mother’s pussy slime. Alysin smiled and smeared the goo over her lips.
    “Mommy.”
    “Yes, my little one.”
    “When I’m a whore, will my cunt taste as good as yours?” Alysin was looking up at each of the ladies, sliding dripblets of her mother’s fuck sauce into her small wet mouth.
    Each of the three mistresses smiled broadly, looked at each other, and then answered as one, “Yes, yes it will.”
    “Goodie, cuz, now, I’m really thirsty.” Alysin never took her eyes off their cunts—she was riveted to the gaping wide, red, wet, floppy lips, and how she knew that each thick clit was a ferocious little animal that, if answered, turned them all into the terribly beautiful fuck-sluts they now were.
    Alysin gazed longingly at her mother’s bald cunt and saw a little dribble of hot piss clinging to her mother’s pouty pussy lips—she slowly leaned in and licked up each small drop—all the while, savoring the flavor of her newest perversion. However, it wasn’t enough; she wasn’t sure there would never be enough, but she knew what she wanted. Her lust had taken over—she had only one desire, to go further, to taste it all—everything! Each lady heard the cry of Alysin’s need. On her knees, she begged them by uttering only one word.
    “More.”
    And each mistress complied.


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    2008-06-11 03:26:52
    I absolutely love this story. This is my fourth time reading it over the past few months and I can’t ever get through it without my pussy cumming. It is a little slow in the beginning, but I still love this story!!!

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    2008-04-04 11:19:33
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    2008-03-24 17:49:01
    Great story. 10/10

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  • Slave Of A Sith Chapter- 2

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    Slave Of A Sith Chapter two.

    This is my second chapter of Slave of a Sith. If you have not read the first chapter I would recommend doing so. Feed back is appreciated!

    I woke up. I could not remember anything. I could not remember the first 15 years of my life the only thing I could remember is somehow learning how to use a light saber. I could not remember who taught me how to, my parents, or anything else. The only other thing I could remember is my one life order. To serve Asaji Ventresses every order.

    I was lying in a bed covered in silk sheets. I had a collar wrapped around my neck. My pussy was wet. I started rubbing and fingering it slowly working my self to orgasm. I seemed to be horny all the time. I finally reached a beautiful orgasm, Recovered and started observing the rest of the room. It was beautifully decorated. I had an open window at the side of the room. Before I could stand up and finish looking, the door at the side of my room open and walked in my master. “Good morning slut. From now on you will call me master, and you will reply to slut or slave. You cannot remember anything because I have cleared your memory, you serve the dark side and you hate the light side. I will train you in the ways of the Sith and in being the proper sex slave. You will server my every need. Clear” Ventress said, “Yes master, is there anything you would like me to do right now? Or should I explore the rest of the house.” I asked. She ordered me to put a butt plug in my ass to keep my ass in correct form. That was all for right now. I slowly pushed the plug up my ass. I moaned in pleasure as it slid up my ass. This would take some getting used to. Before leaving my room Ventress told me “ When I need you, you will be shocked with your collar, as soon as you are shocked you must come and find me and do what I tell you to. Understand?” I nodded. She left the room and I followed soon after.

    I spent the first few hours of my new life touring the mansion. It was absolutely huge with hundreds of rooms and many places to explore. I had found the sex dungeon where I thought would be my punishment area due to all the pain gadgets around the room. As I was just going through some of the rooms when a sudden shocker going through my body, I immediately began my search for my Master. I found her in a room, which looked like a meditation room. “Come here and lick my pussy on all fours. Bitch!” She ordered. I got down on my knees and walked to her pussy. I started to slowly poke my tongue on her tight clit. “mmmmmm” she moaned. I started to move my tongue faster into her clit. All of the sudden her juices splashed all over my face. Master let out a loud moan, She then ordered my to open my mouth wide. She crouched down over my face and started pissing in my mouth. She ordered me to drink it all and rub the extras over my body. It tasted so good and I loved every second of the contents within her bladder. She said we would go eat then Sith training would begin.

    Master showed me around the kitchen then showed me where I would eat. I had a bowl on the floor right next to her chair “this is will you will eat slave. From time to time I will have guests and the only meal you will get is a meal full of pussy of cock” I did not care at all I was just loving my new life. I ate the food I was given and then was ordered outside to begin work learning the dark side of the force. (Side-note- I will not be going into much depth with her training, only from time to time.) After a long day of training I ate dinner in my bowl and then was shocked to my masters room. She was lying in her bed in the full nude. “Your Sith training is done for the day but now we start with Slave training” She climbed out of her bed and led me to an open room “today we will start with learning how to become the sluttiest of all sluts and also teach you something about bestiality” She left me in the room and climb up a set of stairs to a viewing area. Once she was seated she gave out a sharp whistle and out of nowhere 5 big dogs came out of nowhere. All their cocks were long and hard. I felt my pussy go wet just at the though. “You are to please all these hounds and let them cum all over and in you multiple times for the whole night” I knew this was going to be a long night. I undressed myself and walked over to the first hound. I got down on all fours and started fondling the large balls and cock of the hound. I felt another hound start sniffing my pussy. I took the hounds cock into my mouth and grabbed another one with my hand. I started moving my head back and forth on the hounds 10 incher. I just couldn’t wait to have the hounds fill my pussy with their cocks. I started deep throating the hounds cock and rubbing my hand furiously up and down the other hounds cock. Suddenly I felt one of the other hounds jump up on me and mount me. He started vigorously humping my Needy cunt. I felt the hounds cock find my pussy and his long cock fill my pussy up. It started sliding in and out of my hole. Surprising me I felt the cock of the hound that I had been sucking off pull out of my mouth and shoot 8 loads of cum shoot over my face and neck. I loved it! I took the cock of the hound that I had been jerking off and shoved it in my mouth next. After about 10 minutes of this happening I felt the hound cock that was inside of me explode cum deep in my womb filing me with his hot sticky cum. That hound pulled out and I soon felt another dog mount me. I did this for hours on hours enjoying every moment of it. After I had dried about all the cum out of the hounds I was covered head to toe in sticky cum. I was a Slut a sluttly slut. The dogs started pissing on me all over my body, I was trying to catch as much of it as I could inside my mouth but used my hands to rub the res over my body. After that I passed out in pleasure. I think I have proved I am a true slut.

    I woke up in the morning drenched in dried piss and cum, lying in the middle of the floor naked. I got up and made my way to find the showers. For the first time I noticed that it was only me and my master in the house. After a little while of searching I came across a room that looked like it was meant to bath in. I walked in and saw my master already in one of the showers. “Ahh good morning slut. Did you sleep well on the floor covered in piss? “ She asked mockingly. I smiled and nodded my head. I turned around to turn on the shower across from her when master cut me off “Slave where is butt plug?” She asked “I must of left it in the room, I’m very sorry master” I said “I told you to always have it in and yet here you are with no butt plug up your ass. Your actions will be punished” she angrily said. I bowed my head and started cleaning the dried piss and cum off and out of my body.

    This is the end of chapter 2 I really hope you all enjoy. I tried adding a little bestiality to it this chapter. Tell me what you think of me adding the bestiality. I also tried to make the chapter as long as I could without revealing to much to the storyline. Thank you for all the feed back on the first chapter.


  • The Taste of Elena’s Asshole

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    The story of Sarah and Elena’s first night together. I might consider making it a series, if enough people like it.

    Sarah never quite knew how to begin conversations. At 5’9” with 36DD tits and brunette hair she never really had to be great at them, many men, unfortunately, would start them for her. This is why she often found herself stumbling on her words while at bars. Finally deciding to stop giving a fuck she approached the young women with black hair and an ass to die for. Nervously speaking she said “Did you sit in some sugar, because that ass is sweet?”

    Laughing, the young woman replied “Wow, you suck at this, but that’s okay I’m not too great at this either.”

    “So I’m Sarah…” Sarah replied, blushing slightly.

    “Well nice to meet you, Sarah. I’m Elena by the way.” she replied.

    “Cool. Wait, no, why the fuck did I say that. Sorry…” Sarah stumbled.

    “Don’t worry about it. Hey have you been drinking lemonade because everything you say is sweet?” Elena teased.

    “God, look at us; a bunch of fucking comedians,” Sarah laughed.

    “We’ve got the comedian part down, but not the fucking, yet,” Elena said.

    “So do you want to get out of here and head back to my place?” Sarah nervously asked.

    “Not so quick Speedy Gonzalez, let me get another round before I agree to anything like that,” Elena replied.

    So for the rest of the night Elena and Sarah joked around making one bad joke after the other until both of their glasses went dry. When that happened Elena and Sarah headed to Sarah’s house. Before reaching the front door the two women became entangled in each other’s arms. Passionately kissing the duo reached Sarah’s bedroom. Without speaking Elena grasped Sarah’s shirt and lifted over her head. Elena began to massage Sarah’s tit’s through her bra.

    Sarah was taken over by the bliss this red head was able to give through the simple act of massaging her tits. However, her bliss came to an abrupt end when Elena began to unclasp Sarah’s bra. Sarah then felt Elena’s hot mouth around her nipple. Feeling this made Sarah begin to moan and squirm. Anticipating what was going on, Elena slipped her hand into Sarah’s panties and slowly slipped a finger into the brunette’s hot pussy.

    “Oh God, you fucking slut. Fuck my pussy you god damn whore.” Sarah screamed as her body began to shake with an orgasm.

    “Holy fuck, you’re good.” Sarah said sheepishly, coming down off of cloud nine.
    “I love when you talk dirty to me,” Elena said.

    “Is that right, Bitch? Well take off your fucking clothes, now.” Sarah barked at Elena.

    Without saying a word Elena began to strip her clothes and stood seductively over Sarah.

    “God give me that fucking ass, Slut” Sarah commanded Elena.

    Elena then layed down on Sarah’s bed and turned around so her ass was in the right position for Sarah. After a moment of repositioning Elena felt Sarah’s hot breath on her asshole.

    “Please, not there.” Elena begged knowing what was coming

    “Shut the fuck up, Slut. You’re my god damn whore and you’re going to like my wet tongue in your fucking asshole.” Sarah said, with her face inches from Elena’s’ asshole.

    Both knowing she was powerless to stop this and the urge to have her asshole licked Elena remained motionless. She soon felt Sarah’s tongue on her asshole. At first Sarah slowly circled Elena’s asshole, but quickly pushed her tongue past Elena’s rosebud. This made Elena begin to moan like the whore she is.

    “Oh God, that feels good. Don’t stop.” Elena moaned into the pillow.

    With renewed vigor Sarah began to really get into Elena’s asshole. Like a dog getting a drink for the first time, she thirstily lapped away at Elena’s hot ass. Feeling Elena’s moans of pleasure become more intense Sarah started to massage Elena’s pussy. The young red head was not ready for this and soon began to moan quicker and quicker.

    “Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!!!” Elena screamed as the waves of pleasure washed over her.

    With Elena bucking and squirming Sarah had to hold onto her ass like a vise. Giving no quarter Sarah ate out Elena’s asshole until she was certain that Elena was finished coming.

    “Holy fuck, you loved that slut.” Sarah said.

    “I can’t believe it, but I did.” Elena replied, out of breath.

    Sarah moved up to Elena and started to kiss the young red head’s neck. Wanting more Elena turned around and kissed Sarah softly on the lips. Elena could taste her ass on Sarah’s lips. Enjoying the taste she continued to kiss Sarah. The two lesbians became lost in each other’s lips and after cuddling for a long while the pair fell asleep.

    The next morning when Sarah woke up she was sad to see that Elena had left. However, she soon found a note on her fridge with Elena’s number and the message that read: “Your slut wants more. -Elena.” Sarah couldn’t wait to taste more of the red head’s nasty asshole.
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    Hey guys this is my first story. Please leave some feedback in the comments. I’d love to know what you thought about it, where’d you like the story to go, and how I wrote in general. I’m always looking for tips and ways to improve. Please just constructive criticism only, no one likes a dick.Thanks for reading.


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  • WATCH AND ENJOY.

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    We have just entertained Peter and Janet for dinner at our condo and both of us have been flirting with them since they arrived.

    They are both rumoured to be bi-sexual, as are my man and I definitely are and we have been planning to seduce both of them.

    .They are a very attractive couple, with what appears to be all over sun tans. Peter is blond, tall and slim while Janet exudes sex appeal. A slim, tallish brunette wearing a short above the knee skirt with a slit up one side and a silk blouse showing lots of cleavage, obviously without a bra as I note her erect nipples, set off by stiletto heels.

    I love being sexually pleasured by a third person around once a month, a man preferably but I am very comfortable with a woman, so perhaps tonight sexual pleasure from a man and a woman?

    “Did you know we post stories about our sexual adventures on a website. The number of hits we receive and the approval percentages are our scorecard,” Roger teases.

    “They also provide ideas for new experiences for us.”

    “When was the last time you two had sex,” Janet asks as we finish our desert and sip coffee.

    “Should I tell them Sarah?” Roger asks.

    “Why not?” I smile back, looking forward to the reaction we might receive from our guests.

    “Two nights ago and it was magic,” my man Roger smiles.

    “Want to tell us about it, I would love to hear,” Janet smirks.

    “We shaved each other’s pubic area, then had a shower together. As we dried each other off I knelt in front of Sarah and licked her cunt lips while I teased her nipples with my fingertips.

    “Sarah is multi-orgasmic and she told me, ‘Three orgasms with your tongue then I will suck your thick eight-inch cock’.”

    Roger has the full attention of our dinner guests by now as he continues.

    “Sarah is very good at oral sex and had me rock hard as she expertly licked and sucked my big cock.

    “After five minutes she could sense I was getting close so she told me, ‘Fuck me now, right now’ so I did.”

    Listening to Roger and the reaction he was getting from our dinner guests was making me horny.

    “Excuse us for a moment,” Roger says as he takes my hand.

    A few minutes later man Roger and I reappear in very short black silk dressing gowns, though I have a pair of stiletto heels and a fresh dose of perfume

    “Watch and enjoy,” I tease as we walk in and we both let our gowns fall open, the exhibitionist in me thriving on the attention from a male and a female combined with the sexual tension

    “Wow, you have my full attention,” they both gasp in unison.

    I love to flaunt my naked body in a situation such as this, as does Roger and I am pleased to see Peter ogling Roger’s semi-erection.

    “You are hung and thick Roger, very thick, and love the way you shave Sarah,” Janet smiles as she takes in our bodies as Roger turns me around and slides my gown off.

    “Show them your gorgeous ass baby and tease your nipples for them.

    “Watch and enjoy,” Roger tells them as he kneels behind me and kisses my ass cheeks in turn as he parts my legs, teases my thighs with his fingertips (wonderful foreplay), then puts his arm between them and teases my cunt lips with a fingertip.

    I am enjoying being a sex object and an exhibitionist as I repeat for them, “Watch and enjoy.”

    “He is much bigger than you Peter, much bigger,” Janet murmurs as she comes over to me and tongue kisses me.

    “I have wanted to have you all night Sarah,” she smiles as she kisses and licks my very erect nipples, a lovely sensation while Roger is kissing my ass cheeks and teasing my cunt lips with his finger.

    “And I think my man wants your man, he can’t keep his eyes off his huge cock,” Janet moans as she slides out of her silk blouse exposing a very impressive pair of tits with erect nipples.

    “Take my skirt off for me Peter, no knickers, I took them off half an hour ago.

    We have lots of wall mirrors and I am pleased to see Roger now has a full on erection.

    “Eight inches and thick isn’t he,” I tease as Peter ogles his cock.

    “Like what you see Peter?” Roger asks as he stands up and lets his gown slip off his shoulders, then poses with his hands on his hips, his erection pointing upwards.

    “Like my all over suntan? Sarah has one as well,” Roger smiles as he teases his nipples and flaunts his erection, then stands with his hands on his ass as he arches his hips forward to showcase his erection.

    “I love another man blowing me while Sarah watches, and she wants to watch you do it Peter,” Roger smiles as he teases his roaring erection with his fingertips.

    “I think Sarah wants your lady to lick her while she watches you blow me. Sarah loves her cunt being licked and teased by both sexes,” Roger teases as he stands close so Peter can touch his erection.

    “Like that?” Roger asks as both of our dinner guests watch fascinated as he holds their gaze and slowly slides his black cock ring all the way up his erection, then clips it under his balls.

    Without saying a word Peter turns his chair sideways and takes his shirt off, he has a very good body I note, then slides his hands all over Roger’s body, then his ass.

    “I have heard lots of good thing about you Peter, show Sarah and I if they are true,” Roger almost taunts as Peter licks his nipples then licks his way down his torso until he kisses his erection.

    “Wow, love having my nipples licked, love it.

    “You have my absolute complete attention now,” Roger gasps and smiles as Peter slides his fingertips along the full length of his erection, then licks the underside of it, then his balls, then all of his erection.

    I always get a special tingle when I see another man take my man’s erection into his mouth and this time is very special while his lady is expertly licking my cunt lips as she kneels in front of me as I sit in a chair with my feet on her shoulders, as I watch her man slide his lips over the tip of my man’s erection, then take half its length in his mouth while he lightly scratches his balls.

    “I wish you could see what your man is doing to my man, he is very impressive, very,” I whisper to Janet.

    “Tell me about it then.”

    “He is feasting on my man’s eight-inch, very thick erection, and my man is enjoying it very much while he watches you pleasuring me.

    “And I am enjoying it very much.

    “Have you had a man that big before Peter, eight-inches and very thick? Tell me later, your mouth is full right now,” I tease, very turned on watching another man blowing my man.

    “Your man is taking off the rest of his clothes now.

    “And now he is sucking my man’s erection while he strokes his.

    “Can I have him later, I want to blow his huge cock as well,” Janet asks as I orgasm for the third time.

    “Watch this with me, this really is something,” I tell Janet a few minutes later as Roger is breathing very heavily and making guttural noises. He has his hands on Peter’s shoulders as he thrusts his roaring erection into Peters eager mouth in a fucking motion while he feasts his eyes on two women pleasuring each other.

    “Wow, your man is magnificent, when can I have him?” Janet moans as she teases her long hard nipples.

    “I am watching and enjoying baby, your pleasure is my pleasure,” I whisper very turned on watching my man being pleasured by another man as he is close to cumming.

    Janet and I both watch in awe as Peter uses two hands to scratch Rogers ass, leaving marks, then digs his nails in, while he is licking just the tip of his cock. Roger moaning, “Harder, do it harder, so good, so fucking good, so fucking good, watch me cum, watch me cum,” as he teases the tip of his cock with his fingers, then shoots all over Peter’s chest.

    Ten minutes later Peter and Roger are both freshly showered and Peter is licking my nipples while his lady is licking Roger’s nipples as she teases his cock with her fingers.

    “Your cock is magnificent, I want to blow it while your lady and my man watch,” she says as Roger has almost a full erection again.

    “Lick my nipples for me, then I will start on you.”

    “Love you licking my nipples, watch and enjoy Sarah,” she smiles at me.

    “If you thought my man was good, wait until I have you. I taught him his blow job technique,” Janet smiles as I notice for the first time she has two studs in her tongue as she licks my man’s nipples then licks her way down to his cock, then licks around the base of his cock.

    “Are you ready for me big boy? Are you really hard for me?” she smirks as she takes the tip of his cock in her mouth, then takes almost the full length of his erection in her mouth.

    “Is that different for you? What can you feel?”

    “That is magic, absolutely fucking magic, never had that before,” Roger moans as Janet lets his cock out of her mouth, then flashes the two studs on her tongue,

    “Now you know why, glad you like it,” she smiles as she does it again, then manouvers so she can work on the left side of his roaring erection, then the right side.

    “I think you liked my man licking your nipples. Would you like it again when you are really close?” Janet teases as she lets Roger’s cock slip out of her mouth.

    “What if he licked your nipples then kissed your lady’s ass while you watched when you were really, really close, would you like that?” Janet teases white she has my man on the edge as she teases his erection with her tongue.

    “Yes I would, now right now,” he moans.

    “So good having my nipples kicked while your lady is sucking my cock, so good.

    “Now I want to watch you kiss Sarah’s ass for me,” he groans obviously on the very edge.

    “Watch and enjoy baby,” I smile as I savor the moment, very much enjoying another man kissing, licking and enjoying my ass while I watch and enjoy his partner sucking my man’s roaring erection to the brink of orgasm.

    “So good, so fucking good, watch and enjoy baby,” Roger almost screams as he shudders and Janet swallows his load with aplomb.

    On the way out Janet whispered to me, “Next Thursday afternoon, just you and I if you are free. We could have magical lesbian sex.”

    “Why not, look forward to it, very much,” I smiled back as we kissed goodnight.


  • The Knight and the Acolyte Book 7, Chapter 8: Passion’s Illusion

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    Angela has to fight the intoxicating lusts of the jinn. If she fails to dominate Saniyya, Angela will forever be trapped in the lamp.

    The Knight and the Acolyte
    Book Seven: Illusory Passion
    Chapter Eight: Passion’s Illusion
    By mypenname3000
    Copyright 2016

    Knight-Errant Angela – The Lamp

    My tongue passed the honey-covered date back and forth to Saniyya, the dusky-skinned and citrine-eyed jinn. The flavor of the date sent a heady rush through me, fogging my brain, making me relax as she lifted my arms to her bed’s posts where golden manacles lay.

    I was in her lamp. I entered it to…to…

    The date tasted so sweet. Her lush body writhed atop mine, her breasts soft, her nipples hard and caressing mine. She undulated, tribbing our clits together, sparking such delight through my body. I moaned, surrendering to the hedonistic pleasure.

    …my queen…

    Memory of Sophia bound on a bed, writhing, her small breasts jiggling, brown hair framing her innocent face appeared for a moment through the haze of my thoughts. Restrained, squirming, submissive. To me. My slave. I…I…

    Saniyya pressed the date into my mouth. Just the touch of it on my tongue sent numbing bliss shooting through me. I moaned, our lips moving together, kissing her as she inched my hand closer and closer to the manacles.

    That was bad. Right?

    The lamp’s interior was a small room, walls covered in frescoes of mostly men bound by gold manacles to walls, to beds, all with worshipful expressions on their faces. Submissive. They had submitted to…to…

    The date tasted amazing.

    Cold gold brushed my wrist.

    …My Queen is so strong…

    …so dominant…

    Dominant… I was here to…to…

    Saniyya’s tongue moved the date around inside my mouth. Everywhere it touched—my gums, my inner cheeks, my tongue, the roof of my mouth—numbed with bliss. It was potent, euphoric. My pussy still itched from the dates shoved inside of it. My blood boiled. Her kiss was so sweet. So much promise. She wanted me to…to…

    Surrender.

    Like Sophia.

    Who was trapped.

    The thought knifed through lust’s mist covering my thoughts. The fog billowed, gusting before the remembrance of why I was here. Sophia and Xandra were taken by the efreet Riad. They were in the Mirage Gardens. I had to dominated Saniyya. And I couldn’t do that if she manacled me to the bed.

    Cold touched my wrists. Saniyya purred in delight, her citrine eyes flashing.

    I jerked my arms away. She wasn’t expecting it. Her grasp was light. She used her innocence and hospitality to lure me into the lusts churned by her dates, to distract me from the purpose of why I was here.

    To dominate her.

    Saniyya broke our kiss, breaking away. “What is wrong, Angela? Why do you resist the delights I offer?”

    I licked my lips and put my hands on her. I pushed her off of me. She didn’t resist, rolling onto her side, her body stretching out on the bed. I stood up, stretching, my pussy burning with desire. But I had to be in control here. Not her.

    “Is something the matter?” Saniyya asked. Her legs spread. Her pussy, stuffed with honey dates, beckoned. A few of the brown delights peeked out her labia. “Would you like more dates? I have seasoned them with my honey.” She laughed. “They are such a delight.”

    “I’m just bored,” I sighed, walking away, staring at the walls. “All you have to offer are dates and wine. It seems so poor.”

    “Poor?” she gasped. “Name what delights you want? I will conjure them for you. You can feast on oranges, on coconut milk. I will give you amazing delights. Let me feed you. Let me please you. Return to the bed, and you will have all the pleasures you could want.”

    “Your bed is uncomfortable,” I told her. “Why don’t you change it? Instead of silk sheets, how about linen? More like home.”

    “Done,” she said, blinking her eyes. Mist rippled out from her, engulfed the bed, and it changed, the silk sheets vanishing replaced by plain linen. “See. Just like home. Return to the bed. Enjoy my delights.”

    The commands were lace. Soft, almost requests, but never inflected as an order. It was so seductive, so easy to fall into her trap.

    “I changed my mind.” I leaned against her mosaic. “Come here and feed me delights.”

    “What sort of delights?” she asked as she rose from the bed, her breasts jiggling. She stretched her back as she strolled to me, her body moving with such grace.

    Heat boiled out of my pussy. I took a deep breath, fighting it off. I was in control here now. Not her. She stopped before me, dark hair falling about her face. She cocked her head to the side, a smile playing on her lips.

    I reached out, shoving my hand between her thighs and plunged my fingers into her pussy. She shuddered as I plucked a date and pulled it out. I held it up, covered in her juices, glistening in the soft light permeating the lamp.

    “A good choice,” she purred. “Eat.”

    There was that command. She had to learn I gave the orders. I brought the date down to my pussy. I rubbed it on my lips, shuddering, clamping my thighs about my hand as I let out a wanton moan. And pretended to shove it into my cunt.

    Instead, I palmed it as I moved my hand away. I held my arms over my head as I rubbed my ass against the mosaic tiles. Saniyya licked her lips, staring at my pussy. Excitement gleamed in her citrine eye.

    She knew the effect the dates had. They were covered in an aphrodisiac. Something subtle. Enough to make it hard to think. To remember my purpose. Make me compliant. Easy to manipulate. To let her have her victory.

    “I want you to fall to your knees, lick the date out of my cunt, and then bring it to my lips,” I purred. “I shoved it in there deep. So you’ll have to work your tongue to fetch it.”

    “That’s the treat you want?” Saniyya asked.

    “Oh, yes,” I moaned. “A date coated in both our honey and fed from your sweet mouth. Why, that would be ecstatic, wouldn’t it?”

    “Yes, it would.”

    “So kneel and eat,” I purred, using the soft command.

    Saniyya knelt. I kept my hands over my head, resisting the urge to seize her hair and yank her into my pussy. I need them over my head. I had an idea. I shuddered as her hands stroked down my belly to my thighs. Her fingernails scratched as she pushed my legs apart. Her citrine eyes locked on my shaved pussy.

    “Yes, yes, that’s it. Eat me. Lick my pussy and find the date.” Slut. I held back on that word. Not yet.

    She purred as she leaned in. She inhaled my musk, letting out a soft sigh as her fingernails scratched again. And then her tongue licked up my inner thigh, reaching towards my pussy and gathering my juices which dribbled out of my excited depths. Her tongue rose higher. I let out a moan as she brushed the edges of my vulva. Her tongue licked around my slit, teasing me, pleasing me.

    I moaned, undulating my hips, savoring the texture of the mosaics sliding against my ass as her tongue found my slit. I gasped, her tongue sliding through my plump vulva and caressing my folds before brushing my clit. I bucked at the surge of pleasure. She giggled and licked again.

    “Is this what you want?” she asked.

    “Oh, yes. Eat me. Devour me and find that date.”

    “Yes,” she answered.

    “Yes, what?” I asked.

    “Yes, sexy.” She giggled again and then probed her tongue into my pussy hole.

    I groaned as her tongue swirled through my sheath, questing for the date. Her fingers parted my labia, letting her dig in deeper while her nose rubbed on my clit. My fingers clenched and my arms shifted over my head.

    And brushed golden manacles dangling from the ceiling.

    I moaned again, undulating my hips as she explored and nuzzled. Her tongue probed deeper and deeper, reaching to its limits, aching to find the date. Her thumbs stroked up and down my labia as she kept them pulled apart, her eyes locked on my large breasts heaving before me.

    “That’s it. Find the date, you slut,” I moaned. “Mmm, yes, you’re just so eager to please me. To give me what I want.”

    The jinn purred. Saniyya’s tongue flicked and swirled through me. She moaned, her head moving from side to side as she nuzzled me. Her nose brushed my clit. Pleasure trembled through me. My nipples ached, begging for attention as I rubbed my ass and back against the tiled wall.

    I loved the feel of the individuals mosaic tiles on my ass and back. The sensations rubbing across my skin sent wonderful delight through me. My neck arched, my eyes lifting up, staring at the golden manacles. They were open, waiting for a pair of wrists to be locked in them.

    I brushed them again as my arms moved. Her eyes flashed up at me, eager anticipation in them as she probed and searched for the date. I groaned again. Her tongue was amazing. My pussy, heated by the earlier dates, clenched and relaxed. The pressure built in me.

    “So good, whore. Mmm, yes, make me cum. I want you to drink down every last drop of my pleasure.”

    She pulled her lips away. “I can’t find the date, though.”

    “Then you need to keep looking, slut.” I shuddered as her thumbs stroked my labia up to my clit. “You wanted to give me delights. Find the date. Now.”

    “Is it even in there?”

    “Are you calling me a liar, whore?” My left hand, not holding the date, shot down and seized her dark hair. I yanked her face into my cunt. “Now lick. Find it. Eat me. Make me cum, whore.”

    She moaned as I ground my pussy against her face. She tried to pull her head away, but I held her in place. My clit brushed her nose and lips. Her tongue licked out, caressing my folds. Submission. She was bending to my will, wanting to please me. To give me what I wanted so she could dominate me. Her submission wasn’t real.

    Yet.

    Her tongue thrust into my cunt, searching in vain for the date. Her tongue fucked my cunt, sending flutters through me. I tightened my hand in her hair. She didn’t fight any longer. She busied herself in questing for the date.

    In eating my pussy.

    “Oh, yes, you naughty whore,” I moaned. “Oh, that’s it. That’s how you eat cunt, slut. Oh, ram that tongue in me. Yes, yes, yes. You sexy, submissive jinn.”

    Her eyes flashed up to me, but she didn’t stop probing. She knew I was dominating her. I groaned, her tongue caressing the inner walls of my pussy. The pleasure trembled through me. My eyes rolled back in my head.

    I came on the jinn’s hungry mouth.

    My pussy convulsed. Juices flooded her mouth. She swallowed them, drinking my passion like a good slut. I moaned, my tits heaving as the pleasure reached my mind. The wonderful joy of a slut’s submission. I ground on her as my body twitched and spasmed.

    “Yes,” I growled. “Oh, yes, that’s how you please your mistress.”

    Her head jerked violently away from my cunt. “Mistress?” she hissed, her face smeared with juices. “You’re not my—”

    I acted. My hand jerked her up by the hair as I twisted my body away from the wall. I shoved her against it, pressing against her. My hands shot out, seizing her wrists as she gasped in shock. I yanked them up to the gold manacles. I didn’t move slow like she had. I wasn’t patiently drawing her into the trap. I moved fast. Hard. I slammed both her wrists into the gold manacles and closed them about her.

    They sealed with magic.

    “I am your mistress, slut,” I purred into her ear as I rubbed my body into her back. Her ass was so shapely and round, rubbing against my crotch. “I own you now.”

    “You don’t own me,” she sneered. “I am Riad’s. No mortal has ever tamed me.”

    “I bet no mortal has ever manacled you.” I licked her ear. “You were so good. You lured me in with your submissive act. It was perfect. You had me off-balanced, and before I even knew what was happening, you drugged me.

    “Wonderful. But unlike those other mortals who tried to tame you, I have dominated a woman. I have my own sex slave, and your master took her from me. So you are going to submit. You are going to open the way to the Mirage Garden for me and my friends.”

    “So you can get the piece of the High King’s sword?” asked Saniyya.

    “Las’s foul cum, how do you know that?”

    “I know everything about you, Angela,” purred Saniyya. “From your pathetic crush on Lady Delilah, to Kevin, the knight you love.”

    “I don’t love him.”

    “You forgot about him, there’s a difference.” Saniyya undulated her hips. “But you still love him. That will never change.”

    “If I loved him, I never would have given up my memories of him,” I hissed. I stepped back and cracked my hand on her ass. The smack echoed through the room, the handprint red and bright.

    She laughed. “Oh, you are a fool. You gave up your soulmate for the prophecy. How pathetic is that? You could have been happy with him.”

    “Liar!”

    Crack!

    “Spanking my ass won’t change the truth.” She wiggled her hips. “You can spank me until I bleed, but it won’t change reality.”

    I drew back my hand and…

    Stopped.

    She wanted me to spank her. She wanted me to lose control. A dominant controlled her submissive. She was not controlled by the submissive. I took a deep breath. I had lost control. Again. I frowned at the jinn. She had a smile on her lips.

    “And, I suppose, you can restore the great love of my life.”

    “Well, you get a wish. It doesn’t have to be to go to the mirage garden. I can restore Kevin to you.”

    “But I don’t want him back. I want Sophia.”

    “Your lesbian acolyte? Sworn to Saphique? Well, she won’t be for much longer. If my Lord and Husband hasn’t already rammed his cock into her, he will. She’ll be his whore. She’ll forget all about you and Saphique. She’ll live and die in the Mirage Garden, her every thought bent on pleasuring him.”

    “Like your every thought.”

    Saniyya shuddered. “Yes. He bent me to his will.”

    “Shame you’ll never see him again,” I said, heading to the bed. I sat down on it.

    “I will.”

    “How? You’re manacled to the wall. Like all those people in your mosaics. How long before you’re one of them? Before you’re trapped in here forever?”

    “You’re trapped in here, too?” Saniyya said. “I just have to wait you out.”

    “I thought you knew everything about me,” I laughed. I reached out to the silver bowl containing the dates on her bed. I grabbed one and popped it into my mouth. I shuddered at the sensual delight rushing through me. “I already have my exit worked out with my companions.”

    “No, you don’t.” Her eyes narrowed.

    “You know my companions. You know what they are capable of. Faoril is almost a master mage. Are you saying she doesn’t know the magics to break in here and set me free?”

    Saniyya frowned. “I…I don’t know. She isn’t in here. I can’t…” Her face frowned. “You believe she can.”

    “I know she can,” I said, popping another date into my mouth. “So I just have to wait for her to rescue me. And then you’ll be stuck in here forever.”

    “You won’t get Sophia back if you do this.”

    “I won’t get her back if I let you dominate me and trap me in here.” I took another date. I shuddered as I bit into it. “Mmm, these are delicious. Thank you for making them.”

    She yanked on the manacles, her dark hair flying, her shapely ass shaking back and forth. This was how you dominated. You had to be in control. A dominant wasn’t someone that overpowered a person physically. It wasn’t someone who raged and shouted and inflicted pain. No, a dominant projected power. Calm, authoritative power.

    And the submissive responds to dominance with surrender.

    “You can’t leave me like this,” she said. “You have to free me.”

    “Why should I free you?” I paused, rolling a sticky date between my fingers. “Unless you call me Mistress.”

    She shook her head. “Riad is my Lord and Husband.”

    “Pity. I guess he’s losing out on one of his jinn. His harem’s a little smaller.” I popped the date into my mouth and let out an orgasmic shudder. I fell back on the bed, arms outstretched over my head as I stared at the top of the lamp. “I wonder how long Faoril will wait before acting?”

    “You really believe she can break in here?”

    “I have no doubts. She is skilled. Intelligent. Smartest woman I have ever met.” I licked the honey off my fingers. “I just have to lie here, relax, and wait for her to rescue me.”

    Saniyya swallowed. She pressed her cheeks against the wall, eyes closed, thinking. I breathed in and out, slow, relaxed. I studied her, the way she trembled. The way the chains rattled. Her ass shook back and forth as she warred within herself.

    I had already won. I just had to wait for her to realize it.

    I could almost see the ideas flash through her mind. The various scenarios she imagined and then discarded. With each one, her hope died and her anxiety rose. How long would Faoril wait to rescue me? I believed she would. She was considering how right now.

    And with her skill, she would save me.

    Every heartbeat brought Saniyya closer to surrender. She glanced at me, and I gave her a mocking smile. I arched an eyebrow, letting her know how unconcerned I was. She chewed on her lower lip. Then her hands yanked hard on the manacles.

    “How did you know they would hold me?”

    “Educated guess,” I shrugged. “Aren’t there always a weakness for magical beings in the stories? Some way to overpower them, usually using their own magics against them. I assumed the manacles only open for the dominant who chained the submissive.”

    “You’re not my dominant,” she hissed, defiance in her eyes.

    “No, I guess not.” I shrugged. “Well, it shouldn’t be long now. It was nice meeting you, Saniyya. And thanks for the dates.” I grabbed one more and popped it into my mouth. “They are orgasmic.”

    She let out a frustrated groan. She smacked her forehead into the wall, eyes closed. Then, in a whispered voice, she said, “Release me, Mistress.”

    “Hmm?” I asked sitting up.

    “Release me…Mistress,” she said, her voice strained.

    “And what do I get by releasing you?”

    “I will take you to the Mirage Gardens to get what you desire,” she answered.

    “And my friends.”

    “Yes, I will take you all,” she agreed. “Mistress. Please, release me, Mistress, and let me serve you.”

    I felt it as she said those words. The lamp hummed with the power of her submission. She had surrendered to me. She had given up on being freed any other way. I smiled, standing up and walking to her.

    “See, doesn’t that feel nice to submit to me?” I purred, cupping her chin.

    “Yes, Mistress.”

    I kissed her on the lips as I reached up and freed her from the manacles.

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    Xandra – The Mirage Garden

    The silk felt wonderful beneath my back and rear as I undulated on the bed beside Sophia. My feet slid across it as I stretched out my legs then retracted them, shuddering at the glide of silk against my soles. I moaned, my eyes fluttering as I drifted on such wonderful, lusty desires.

    My entire body trembled with need. The wonderful Yasmine and Zaina had prepared my body, anointed me with scented unguents and adorned me with sensual perfumes. They painted my face, transforming my innocences into wanton beauty. My pussy burned, aching to be filled. My fingers ran up and down my thighs, fingernails scratching, the wonderful sensations rippling through my flesh.

    A man appeared. His flesh crimson. I gasped, blinking my lush eyelashes in shock, fearing another man to see my naked body. I was a married woman. Only my husband should see me. Only Chaun and—

    The man was Chaun. I somehow didn’t notice. But between blinks of my eye, he became clear. His pure-black skin, far darker than Yasmine’s ebony flesh, glistened with perfumed oils. His cock stood erect from his forest of silvery pubic hair. His smile, so roguish and wicked, graced his lips as his violet eyes stared at us.

    “My husband,” I cooed.

    “Lord and husband,” he corrected, his smile growing.

    “Yes, yes, yes,” I answered. “My Lord and Husband. Look at him, Sophia.”

    “Uh-huh,” she moaned, pierced tongue licking her ruby lips. She was beautiful, too, anointed and glistening. I reached out, touching her side as she masturbated herself. “Oh, yes. This feels so wrong, but…”

    “You want to please me,” Chaun said.

    “Yes.” Sophia shuddered again.

    “Then please me.”

    Sophia’s head snapped to her right to look at me. Her green eyes were lidded with passion. Then she lunged over and kissed me. I moaned, her tongue piercing rubbing on the roof of my mouth as our bodies turned, small breasts pressing together. She hugged me, hands seizing my ass, pulling me close into her embrace.

    Our bodies rubbed and undulated together. I felt our Lord and Husband’s approval as he watched us. It made me so happy to please Chaun. I shuddered, undulating my hips, my nipples brushing Sophia’s.

    “Such beautiful wives,” Chaun said.

    Wives… That wasn’t right. Luben allowed only one husband. One wife.

    But Sophia tasted so wonderful. The cosmetics painted on her lips tasted so sweet. Blood rushed through my veins. I didn’t fight it as she rolled me onto my back, settling atop me. My hands stroked her sides, sliding down to her ass. I squeezed it, pulling her against me. Her belly piercing rubbed on my stomach as she ground her clit into mine.

    Such wonderful pleasure sparked through me. That was all that mattered. Pleasing Chaun and enjoying my body. I didn’t need to think about Luben and his vows. Only pleasure. Sensual, beautiful, wicked pleasure.

    My tongue dueled with Sophia’s, her piercing exciting. Her hands slid up my side, cupping my breasts as she lay atop me. Her ass clenched and relaxed beneath my hands as she ground her clit against mine.

    She broke the kiss, resting her forehead on mine, nuzzling our noses together. “Oh, I love tribbing a sexy woman. Mmm, feel our clits kiss? Isn’t it the best?”

    “Yes,” I moaned. “Especially with our Lord and Husband watching.”

    “Lord…” Sophia blinked her eyes. “Husband…? That can’t….be…”

    “Just writhe,” I moaned. “Don’t think. Grind our clits together.”

    Her smile grew. “Oh, you are a wicked one, Xandra.”

    We kissed again, hot and passionate. My fingers dug into the cheeks of her ass as the pleasure built inside of me. We humped and undulated faster and harder. The pleasure built between us as we pressed our flesh together. Hot and sensual. Our clits ached and throbbed.

    The unguents rubbed into my skin warmed my flesh. My blood pumped hot, bringing the fire to my pussy. It burned. I trembled, bucking up into her clit, moaning into our kiss. My cunt clenched as the pleasure smoldered and crackled.

    Sophia shuddered atop me. Her hips ground hard, rubbing her clit against mine. Pleasure surged through my body as her juices flooded across my pussy. She trembled about me, kissing me so hard, her eyes squeezed shut.

    She broke the kiss, moaned, “Oh, yes. Saphique’s sweet snatch. Yes, yes, yes. You are so wonderful, Xandra.”

    “So are you,” I sang, my voice trilling. Sophia’s trembling body ground her clit in slow circles on mine. My toes curled. “Oh, Luben’s sacred vows. I…I…”

    I came.

    I caught a glimpse of Chaun’s violet eyes. He was closer to the bed, watching us writhe in sapphic pleasure for him. My pussy spasmed as the heat exploded through my body. Warm ripples that made me tremble. My nipples ached and throbbed as they kissed Sophia’s. She spasmed atop me then slumped, her eyes fluttering.

    “So good,” I moaned, biting my lip. I stared at Chaun as he moved to the bed. He stroked his dick. “Are you ready for me, my Lord and Husband?”

    “I am,” he said.

    Sophia rolled off of me, a huge smile on her face. “Fuck her, Riad,” she moaned.

    “He’s Chaun,” I giggled as my husband touched my knee.

    His hand felt larger and rougher than I remember. I stared at it, blinking. No, it was Chaun’s hand. Midnight-black, nails neatly trimmed. He slid his hand up my leg, sliding into my inner thigh as he moved over me, his cock so hard for me.

    “Take me, my Lord and Husband,” I moaned.

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    Minx – The Halani Desert

    “What is taking so long?” Chaun asked, pacing, his lyre clutched in his hand. He held it with a desperate grip, his face twisted by worry for his wife. He didn’t look like the type to lose his heart for a woman; they lost their hearts to him.

    And yet love-sick fear covered his face.

    I opened my mouth to say something when smoke poured out of the brass lamp lying on the sand. A moment later, Angela appeared, dressed in her armor, a dusky, naked woman kneeling beside her, hair dark-brown, eyes the color of citrines. So yellow.

    “You did it,” Faoril breathed, standing up and brushing sand off her red robes.

    “I did,” Angela nodded, a smile on her lips. “And it was all thanks to you, Faoril.”

    The mage blinked. “I…I don’t follow.”

    “Well, I knew you would try to free me and it convinced Saniyya to be my slave.” Angela’s hand petted the kneeling woman’s hair. “Right, slut?”

    “Yes, Mistress,” the woman answered, her voice breathy. It reminded me of Sophia moaning, “My Queen.”

    “How was I supposed to save you?” Faoril asked, her brows furrowing.

    “With your magic,” the knight answered, blue eyes flashing.

    Thrak laugh boomed through the night. “She had no way to save you.”

    “Yes, I have no theoretical framework to enter an extradimensional space. I can only conjure from one.”

    Angela blinked. “Oh, well, I assumed you could. And that worked.”

    “She can take us into the Mirage Garden?” Xera asked, her ears twitching. I smiled at the excitement in my elvish companion’s face, the specs of gold dotting four-leaf clover tucked behind her ear reflecting starlight.

    I wondered where Siona was? I hope the fairy made it home.

    I hopped to my feet, dusting sand off my knees. “Well, let’s go get the High King’s sword piece.”

    “And rescue Xandra,” Chaun said.

    Angela glanced down at the jinn. “You know my will, slave. Fulfill it.”

    “Yes, Mistress.” The jinn closed her citrine eyes. Smoke poured off of her like she sweated mist. It roiled along the sand then rose in the air before us. It turned into a curtain which parted to reveal a lush garden, green plants growing beside small ponds, paths meandering. Songbirds sang sweet melodies, their colorful bodies flashing as they flew from perch to perch in the canopies delicate trees. Flowers bloomed, a riot of colors.

    “Beautiful,” Xera whispered.

    I whistled, blinking. “Shall we?”

    Angela nodded her head. She yanked the jinn to her feet and led the way. Thrak and Faoril fell in, with Chaun rushing past them, his eagerness obvious. I smiled at Xera and arched an eyebrow at her. She smiled back.

    A flutter rippled through me. We walked across the sands, leaving the cool, desert night air behind and stepping into…

    …a room full of treasure. Not the beautiful, lush garden I had witnessed, but a strongroom filled with riches to beggar the mind. I gaped, whirling around. It held more wealth the the Great Vault of Raratha. Statues of gold, cast in the shapes of comely women and handsome youths stood among huge gems carved into prancing unicorns or soaring griffins. Stacks upon stacks of gold coins and bullion. Silver goblets. Crystal plates. Alabaster mirrors.

    I reached out, scooping up a handful of gold coins. There was a multitude of them, from nations all across the world. Some were ancient, no longer in circulation, with images of strange men or monsters upon them, words written in script I couldn’t read.

    I shoved the coins into my pockets. I wish I had something to carry more in. The wealth of entire nations was in here, and I could only take a fraction of it with me.

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    Thrak – The Mirage Gardens

    I stepped through the ethereal curtain and froze. It was still night, but I stood in the waist-high grass of the tundra. I ran my hands through the stalks, frowning as I looked around. I was alone upon a hill. The chill of fear ran across my—

    “No, no, please,” screamed a woman.

    The voice was heartbreakingly familiar.

    I whirled and froze. A group of orcs, tall and swarthy, wearing the pelts of wolves, ripped off the clothing of a pale-skinned human. Her pierced face twisted in fear. Their swarthy hands squeezed her round breasts.

    “No, no. Please, you don’t want to do this. My husband will—”

    “Do nothing, human-whore,” growled one. “The Red Eye are weak. But we are strong. They hide from the Ghost Wolves like reindeer, racing in fear before us.”

    My wife, Serisia, screamed again as she was thrown to the grass. This was how she died. She never told me about it. Her spirit had always held back, but I knew the Ghost Wolves had stolen her, raped her, and mutilated her body. I found her broken body in their lands.

    I killed so many of them that night.

    And now they were raping her again.

    The orcs laughed as they ripped off their kilts, their dicks thrusting long and hard before them, weapons to violate my wife. She screamed again as the first leaned down to mount her. My greataxe was in my hand. The rage surged through me.

    I bellowed and let the berserker fury take over.

    My vision dimmed red as I hurtled my greataxe. It was not a weapon designed to be thrown, but the rage fueled my strength. It hissed as it flew through the air. The crescent blade struck the orc mounting my wife in the head, throwing him to the ground.

    “I am Thrak of the Red Eye,” my rage bellowed as I rushed the still living orcs weaponless.

    No, my hands were my weapons.

    They turned to face me. Weapons appeared in their hands. Not the graceful, Valyan steel my ax was forged of, but swords and axes made of cheap metal, blades pitted and rusted by age and use. They spread out, laughing, mocking me, their cocks still hard.

    The first one lunged at me. I seized his wrist and gave a contemptuous twist, breaking bone. He bellowed in rage as my hand reached down, seized his cock, and ripped it from his body. His howls cut off as I shoved his severed dick into his mouth, choking him with it.

    A sword hissed, slicing at me. I pivoted, throwing the castrated orc into the weapon’s path. The sword cut deep and caught in his spine. I threw the dying, choking orc to the ground, disarming the sword from the second’s hand with a brutal blow to his forearm.

    His eyes widened in fear. His woolly hair, gathered in snake-like braids, shook as my hands seized his neck. My thumbs tore into his throat, ripping open his esophagus. Blood spurted, hot and wonderful.

    “I am Thrak of the Red Eye,” I bellowed again. “You think I cower before you.”

    I heaved the dying orc into the third as I pivoted and charged a Ghost Wolf holding an ax. He trembled, his cock going flaccid. He faced a true orc. Behind me, a woman shouted as I slammed my hands against the side of the scared orc’s face.

    His skull cracked beneath my rage’s fury. He fell thrashing to the ground. I turned, bellowed, and killed. I ripped, I maimed. My rage swelled through me. I threw the last dead orc to the ground, my head snapping around searching for something else to kill.

    My eyes fell on the woman, pale and wriggling on the ground. She said something, but I couldn’t hear her. A part of me shouted warning, pleading, struggling to take back control, but the rage wouldn’t let it. It had to be fed, glutted.

    I advanced on the woman. How she would scream as I…

    Her legs parted. Her hands rubbed at a wet, pierced cunt before sliding up her belly, leaving a trail of juices that glistened in the moonlight. She pinched her pierced nipples, pulling on the bone shoved through the pink nubs.

    Her moans were wanton.

    My cock hardened. Lust and rage warred for control.

    Lust always won.

    I was on her, thrusting my dick into her pussy. She was so wet, so hot. She squealed beneath me, fingernails clawing at my chest as I rammed my cock all the way into her. She took my dick with ease. Her thighs locked about my hips.

    “Yes, yes, yes, fuck me,” moaned Saoria. “Ram your huge cock into my cunt. Oh, yes, you are an orc. My husband is the orc. Yes, yes, yes, fuck me.”

    Every thrust of my cock sent waves of bliss through me. The rage died more and more as my balls smacked into her taint. The woman, my wife, writhed beneath me. I came back to myself as I loomed over her. Her tits bounced beneath the force of my thrusts. Her pussy clenched and relaxed.

    So hot. So silky. So wet.

    Lust burned in her brown eyes. She looked so delicate and small beneath me. But she wasn’t. She may be human, but she was as tough as any orc woman. And she was alive. I had her back. They didn’t kill her. I saved her.

    “Saoria,” I moaned, the pressure in my balls building as my cock slid over and over through her hot flesh. “My Saoria.”

    “My mighty orc,” she moaned. “Oh, damn, yes. Oh, fuck. Ram that cock in me. Spill your seed in me. I knew you would save me.”

    “Always,” I growled.

    My eyes squeezed shut. Such bliss to be in her again. She wasn’t gone. I leaned down, her arms wrapping about me. She undulated beneath me, pierced nipples rubbing on my chest, her lips kissing at my collarbone.

    Her pussy convulsed. She shuddered and moaned beneath me. I savored the writhe of her orgasming cunt on my dick. Her depths massaged my cock. Such sweet bliss rippled down my shaft. Consuming me. My back arched. I grunted. My hands tore at the grass.

    “Serisia,” I howled.

    “Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned. “Cum in me, Thrak. My husband. Please.”

    My balls tightened. My dick slammed into her depths. I growled through clenched teeth as the first explosion of bliss erupted from my cock. Hard, powerful spurts. I spasmed. I sucked in mighty breaths. Such sweet rapture.

    It gushed out of me. I shuddered on my wife. Her pussy massaged my dick, squeezing out every drop. I hugged her trembling body then rolled onto my back, carrying her with me. I held her light form as she rested on my chest, stroking her hair.

    My wife. I had her back. She didn’t die.

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    Warlock Faoril

    I blinked, staring at the ten-pointed, magical circle blazing before me, holding back the writhing mass of the eldritch horror. Its tentacles battered at the circle, struggling to break free. I blinked, shaking my head.

    This wasn’t the Mirage Garden. It was the Island.

    I cast my gaze about, spotting the black-robed Master Mages critiquing me on the test to join their ranks. How was I here? I glanced back at the abomination I had summoned. It hit at the circle, but didn’t break through. This wasn’t how it happened. I lost control of it when my magic ran out, the lemure’s cum improperly preserved. It had fucked me hard before the master mages rescued me.

    And failed me.

    It was like I had another chance. But…

    ….yummy flesh…

    …fuck…

    …enjoy…

    I shook my head. This wasn’t real. Something had conjured an illusion. “A mirage,” I whispered, stepping back. This was the moment of my great mistake. Where everything had gone wrong. If I had prepared my preservations spells right, then the lemure’s cum wouldn’t have gone bad. It would have been strong enough to contain the beast. I would have attained the black robes and…

    Never met Angela. Thrak.

    “This won’t work,” I said as I looked around. “I know this is fake.”

    “Why do you just stand there?” Master Mage Evolia asked, concern on her motherly face.

    I rolled my eyes. “I am not an idiot. I know I am in the Mirage Gardens.”

    A derisive laugh echoed from the beautiful, haughty face of Master Mage Laorlia. “Always so confident, Faoril. Always think you are in control.”

    I rolled my eyes. “The magic circle isn’t even draining my powers. Because it’s not real. If it was, I would have to fight to keep the eldritch horror contained. And I don’t have to. Because, again, it’s not real.”

    I reached into my vest and pulled out a vial of Thrak’s cum. “I have to swallow this to even have magic.” I downed it. The power reserves flooded through me. “See.”

    “You have to keep it at bay,” shouted Lord-Mage Alorian, his gray hair peeking out of his hood. “Journeyman Mage Faoril, concentrate. If you want to be a master—”

    His words cut off as I engulfed the illusion in fire. He wavered for a moment and then vanished. The other master mages recoiled in horror, shouting accusations. I rolled my eyes. How stupid did Riad think I was? Who could be fooled by such obvious lies?

    My magic flowed out of me. I struck at all the master mages, throwing back some with wind, swallowing another with earth, wrapping a third in water. Fire crackled through air. I sent it at the eldritch horror, watching it and my magic circle billow away. The illusions melted before my power, revealing swaths of the garden we witness through the veil.

    I shook my head, my magic rippling out of me and—

    Thrak bellowed in pain. He fell smoking out of the fire burning the edge of the Island. He crashed onto the smoldering plants of the garden, shuddering, swaths of his red-brown flesh cooked and charred. His screams of pain knifed through my body.

    My heart clenched. My eyes widened. The world spun about me as he fell to the ground and went still, smoke curling from his cooked body. “No, no, no, no, no.”

    Memories of Thrak thrown back by my magic in Baraconia struck me. My knees buckled, I collapsed onto the garden path. I should have thought before sending out my power. My companions were still with me. Nearby, concealed by illusions.

    And I let my magic burn wild. I killed him.

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    Knight-Errant Angela

    A plinth stood before me. It rose at the center of a plain room, the floor made of marble tiles, the walls gray, undressed stone. On the plinth rested a black, velvet pillow. Upon it lay the bottom third of the high king sword. One end was the tang, the slender length of metal which would insert into the crossguard and handle. The other end was jagged and would mate to the middle portion of blade in my pouch.

    “Why did you bring me here?” I blinked.

    “This is what you desired to find in the Mirage Garden,” Saniyya purred. “Just like we agreed upon.”

    “No, you said you would take me to Sophia.”

    “No, I said what you desired.” She touched the pillow. “Here it is. The next piece of the High King’s Sword you need. Only one more to go, and then you can reforge the sword and slay the dragon.”

    My hand trembled as I reached out and touched the blade. It hummed with traces of power. I had felt the same in the other pieces. Even now, they vibrated in the pouch hanging off my sword belt, responding to the next piece. I stroked the adamantium metal.

    It was real.

    “Behind you is the way out of the Garden,” Saniyya said. “Your wish is completed, Angela. May you have happy days ahead.”

    I turned around as I slipped the piece of the sword into my pouch. Beside Saniyya, I was alone. None of my companions were with me. I stared through the curtain to the desert sands. I could see their footprints with mine, walking up to the entrance and ending.

    “What about my friends?” I asked, snapping my gaze back to Saniyya. “Where are they?”

    “In the Mirage Gardens,” she answered. “Just like you wished. I brought them along.”

    “And why are we separated. Where are they?”

    “I told you.” She smiled. “Here. Forever.”

    “What?”

    “Only one invitation was sent, Angela. One lamp. One jinn. Only you can leave with what you desired. My Lord and Husband gives you the sword in exchange for Sophia and Xandra.”

    “And my friends?”

    “Are trespassers. They will be punished.”

    Anger surged in me. “No. This isn’t what we agreed.”

    “This is exactly what we agreed,” Saniyya laughed, her citrine eyes mocking. “You didn’t ask about the way out. You didn’t ensure your friends could escape. Leave, Angela, or you can spend eternity trapped in here with them.”

    I reached out to seize her as she stepped back. She wavered like heat dancing upon the dunes and was gone. I was alone in the room. The only way out shimmered behind me. My heart beat faster. I rushed to the stone walls, pressing on them.

    Solid.

    “No,” I shouted, banging my fists on them. “No, no, no. This isn’t what we agreed upon!”

    The only answer was my voice echoing through the room.

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    Xerathalasia

    “Wow, your forest is beautiful,” Minx purred as she bent over to smell a flower adorning a blackberry bush.

    I blinked in shock. We stood in the Deorc Forest. Tall trees grew around us, their canopy spreading across the sky. Beams of sunlight penetrated the woods, glowing in the twilight. The wind rustled the branches, mixing with the song of thrushes, orioles, sparrows, jays, finches, and more. My ears twitched as I breathed in the fresh scent of loam and life.

    “Thank you for bringing me here,” Minx smiled, stretching. She was naked, her small body curved with a woman’s beauty. Her breasts small but round, her legs sleek, her pussy wet. I could smell the scent of her lavender juices.

    “This is impossible,” I said, cocking my head.

    “That I would enjoy the forest?” Minx laughed. “Of course I would. Just because it’s not the city doesn’t change how wonderful it is. How happy it makes me that you’re sharing it with me.” She moved to me, stroking her hands up my thighs until she grasped my cock.

    My cock.

    It throbbed in her tightrope. I frowned. I wasn’t in heat. She licked the tip and flutters of pleasure rippled through me. But they weren’t quite right, the pleasure…off in ways I couldn’t quite describe. My toes curled into the soil. It felt cool, damp. Like loam should.

    But not the loam of the Deorc forest. The songbirds tweets were off by a fraction of a note. The smells weren’t right. Not even Minx’s tongue was quite real. None of it was. All an illusion. I closed my eyes, ignoring what I could see, and concentrated on my other senses.

    Faoril’s voice whispered on the wind. Not her true words, but the sound of her magic. I could hear it. She was casting spells. The ground trembled beneath my feet, a slight vibration, as she worked her magic. I turned, pulling my cock from Minx’s mouth.

    “Hey,” she gasped.

    “Quiet,” I snarled. “you are not real.”

    I focused on Faoril’s voice and walked in her direction.

    And smacked into a wall. A solid wall. Not a tree trunk. Not a rock, but an artificial wall. My head throbbed where my forehead hit it. I reached out, touching it, sliding my hands over it. The wall was real. The forest was not.

    I walked, my hand sliding along it, and searched for my friends.

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    Chaun

    Three women, dusky-skinned like the jinn Angela had dominated, knelt before me in a room strewn with pillows. Their eyes were each a different shade of gemstone—ruby, sapphire, and emerald. They were naked and lush and so inviting. Each shone with the same white aura, the image of their husband and lover dancing in their thoughts:

    An efreet, skin the color of crimson, as big and tall as Thrak.

    The women reach out, unlacing my britches, pulling them down as I drink in the room. Heady scents filled the air. Bewitching aromas. My cock hardened in an instant. My concern for Xandra waivered against the touch of their hands stroking my cock. I set down my lyre on the floor and pulled off my shirt as they removed my trousers and shoes, their hand skilled.

    “What a mighty cock for us to please,” the sapphire-eyed jinn groaned. “Oh, yes such a gift for us to play with.”

    “Yes, indeed, Fawziya,” groaned the ruby-eyed jinn.

    “A pleasure,” the emerald-eyed jinn nodded then leaned forward and licked the tip.

    I closed my eyes, mastering my lusts. They thought to seduce a changeling? They were skilled. Their fingers’ touch left fire across my skin. Her tongue swirled about the crown as the ruby-eyed nuzzled at my three balls.

    I was even more skilled at seduction.

    The appearance of Riad was clear in my mind. I let my body relax into it. I swelled, growing taller, my shoulders broadening. My thin, lanky body grew muscular and strong. The black rippled from my skin, replaced by crimson. I stood over them, knowledge flooding my mind.

    “What are you doing, Nida?” I asked the jinn licking my cock.

    She blinked. “My Lord?”

    “My Lord… what are you doing here?” Fawziya asked, blinking her sapphire eyes.

    “I thought you were…the interloper,” frowned Zaina. Her ruby eyes flicked up my body. I sensed confusion in them. This deception wouldn’t work in any other place since I transformed before them. But this was the mirage garden.

    A place of deception. I sensed that their master played tricks on them all the time. I fixed a typical Riad expression on my face, strong and stern. Zaina shivered, dropped her eyes, and bowed her head in submission.

    “What game are we playing today, my Lord and Husband?” asked Fawziya. “Does it involve your new wives?”

    New wives. My heart quickened. Xandra. “It does,” I proclaimed. “Stand and lead me to them.”

    “Don’t you know where they are?” frowned Nida. She licked the tip of my cock again, tasting the precum. Everything about me changed when I transformed, even the flavor of my seed.

    “Of course. But we’re playing a game.” I snagged my lyre. “Lead me by the cock, my wives. I am eager to play with Xandra and Sophia.”

    “Yes, my Lord and Husband,” the three purred.

    “We love to play games,” nodded Fawziya.

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    Sophia

    “Yes, yes, mount your wife,” I moaned, my fingers dancing through my thighs as Riad lowered his large body across Xandra’s form. His cock was hard and red.

    I should be disgusted by the sight, but I was eager to see him ram his dick into Xandra. The avian’s pale body trembled, her soft-blue hair spilling about the pillows. Her breasts rose and fell as she stroked Riad’s muscular body.

    “Yes, yes, take me, my Lord and Husband,” sang Xandra as his cock nudged at the folds of her pussy.

    I shoved two fingers into the depths of my wet cunt, eager for my turn. I moaned, lust pounding through my body. My clit throbbed beneath the heel of my hand. I licked my lips, watching the tip of Riad’s red cock press at her folds.

    He thrust, burying his cock into Xandra. The avian squealed, her eyes squeezing shut as she shuddered in delight. Her Lord and Husband claimed her cunt. I groaned, my pussy clenching on my fingers.

    And came as I watched.

    To be continued…