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

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

Chapter Fifteen: Paradise

Note: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this!

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I guess.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“God-King?” I giggled.

Rex grinned at me while Reina rolled her eyes.

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

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

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

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

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

“What do you think?” Rex asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Maybe,” I giggled.

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

“Maybe. At least you two appreciate me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes,” moaned Rex.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What is going on?” I demanded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I don’t understand,” I sighed.

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

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

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

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

I pictured a family again.

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

“Good luck,” Reina smiled and hugged me.

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

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

“Don’t be. You’re in my hands.”

I nodded at the nun. My lover.

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

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

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

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

Sister Stella smiled and kissed me.

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes,” I moaned as my body trembled.

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

“Okay,” I moaned.

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

“I am! I love you, Stella!”

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

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

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

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

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

And then she kissed downward.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My soul opened.

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

Greed for the power I possessed.

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

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

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

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

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

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Queenie Glassner

Chase screamed.

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

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

“Stop!” Aoifa shouted.

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

“Aoifa?” I gasped in shock.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You fucking bitch!” Reina snarled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Chasity “Chase” Glassner

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

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

“Get out of me!” I screamed.

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

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

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

“How are you even out of Hell?”

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

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

“No!” I sobbed. “Help me!”

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

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

“Shadow!” I screamed.

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

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

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

Astarte wouldn’t budge.

“You can do it, my love!” I roared.

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

“Fuck you!” I snarled.

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

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

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

“No!” I cried.

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

I howled with Shadow.

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

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

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

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

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

I had been tricked again.

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Mary Glassner – The Abyss

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

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

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

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Rex Glassner – Paradise, WA

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

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

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

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

“Hello, son.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What? I don’t understand.”

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

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

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

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

“Yes.”

I flinched.

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

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

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

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

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

“You knew that nun was Astarte?”

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

“By letting that demoness kill her?”

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

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

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

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

“Nope. We were kicked out of this world. We found a better place.” He sighed. “But that’s not why I’m here. Chase will be consumed by Astarte. She won’t die; she’ll be turned into the demoness slave. You all will. So let me possess your body for about thirty minutes and I’ll stop Astarte, restore Aoifa to normal, and save Chase.”

“And if I tell you to go fuck yourself?”

“Then you and everyone you love will be tortured by Astarte.”

I shivered. “It doesn’t sound like much of a choice.”

“No. Like I said, I’m a bastard. I’ve manipulated you your entire life for this one moment.” A smile crossed his lips. “But I encouraged you to have a lot of fun.”

I ground my teeth. “I fucking hate you.”

My father just looked at me with those blue eyes.

“Fine. Possess me. Save my fucking family, bastard.”

“We have a Pact.”

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Astarte

The power filled me. All my planning for the last eighteen years had worked. My rituals had gathered all the power at Paradise, and Chase had been stupid enough to believe my lies. My demons ringed the field. They had feasted for days, killing all Mark and Mary’s stupid, deluded followers that sought to worship here.

I didn’t want any interference.

Chase sobbed beneath me. She was such a beautiful specimen. I would make her my chief concubine. She would rule at my side, forever my degraded slave. How her parents would howl and gnash their teeth in Hell as I despoiled their children.

I would find every one of Mark’s bastards in the world. I would make them all love me.

“We’ve been looking for you, Astarte.”

I spun about. The twins stepped through my radiance. Their clothes dissolved away, consumed by my silvery light, but not their flesh. I narrowed my eyes. There was something different about them. They moved with power.

“Who are you two really?”

Rex smiled. It was boyish. I recognized that smile. An angry hiss escaped my lips.

“You hid under our noses for years,” Mary said through Reina’s mouth.

I spat at the whore, “How are you possessing their bodies?”

“Astarte, we have your powers and Lucifer’s powers. We have all the powers of hell.” Mark shook his head. “You made a mistake when you incarnated as a human. You have a thread. We’ve nudged your threads for the last eighteen years. Did you really think this was your plan?”

“I have the power of Heaven, stolen from your daughter! I will rule the world.”

Rex shook his head. “Not enough of the power of heaven. Not enough to stand up against us.”

“We have a place prepared for you, Astarte,” Mary purred through Reina’s voice. “We owe you for the pain you inflicted on our daughter.”

“You broke her heart.” Mark’s words crackled around me. Power hummed in the air. “You broke my baby-girl’s heart.”

I screamed in pain.

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Chasity “Chase” Glassner

I blinked my eyes as the silvery radiance died. The woman I had loved fell dead to the ground at the feet of Rex and Reina. I stared at the twins in shock, confusion filled my mind.

“What is going on?” I coughed. My body still ached.

“We set you free,” Rex said. But there was something in his tone. Something in his eyes.

“D-daddy?” My voice quivered.

“Yes,” he smiled, kneeling down beside me and taking my hand.

“I’m here, too,” Mother said through Reina’s voice.

“I…don’t…”

“The twins will explain,” Father said. “They’re not happy with us.”

“You didn’t hurt them?” I swallowed.

“Only emotionally.”

“Is this…your plan? Are you and mom back? Are you…going to conquer the world again?”

“We’re not back. We never were coming back.” My mother caressed my face with Reina’s hand. “We’re done with this world. The Creator cheats. He will never let any power rule it forever. We were merely allowed to conquer the world so the Creator could demonstrate just how powerful he is. We have found a better place.”

“I don’t understand. You always wanted to rule the world.”

“We ruled the world, and all it did was drive you away.” Father shone through Rex’s eyes. “We failed you, Chase.”

“We’re so sorry.” Tears misted Reina’s eyes. For a moment, they were almost green. “We were selfish. We didn’t want to give up our power. I always thought you’d understand one day. That you would come back.”

“I did…” My hand remembered clenching the knife. “I…I’m so sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” Father, through Rex, squeezed my hand. “We love you Chase. We’ve set you free of the Creator’s power. You are free to live how you want.”

“We’ll wait for you,” Mother smiled.

“We have to go. We’ve stolen Rex and Reina’s bodies for too long.”

“Daddy!” I sobbed. “Please, stay.”

“The bastard’s gone,” Rex spat.

“So it worked?” Reina whispered.

“I guess,” I swallowed. The power was gone. I was liberated from it. “What happened?”

“Our father is a bastard,” Rex repeated.

“Your parents manipulated everything, even Astarte, to this one moment so you could be free. They love you a lot.”

“You’re all they love,” Rex muttered.

Reina sighed. “Rex. They love us, too. They made sure we were happy. They gave us three great women to love.”

“We found them on our own.”

Reina shook her head. “Mary explained it to me. They made sure we would save Sarah from her torture, they rescued Aoifa from being killed by the Christians, and they made sure Queenie would live by giving Aoifa healing powers. They wanted us to be happy, too.”

I hugged the twins. “I’m free,” I whispered. “And they forgave me.” I sobbed into their arms as Queenie, Sarah, and Aoifa joined us.

I was finally free.

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Epilogue: A Hug

March 19, 2073 – Chasity “Chase” Glassner – Tacoma, WA

I penned the last sentence of my autobiography. I wiped the tip of the quill off on a rag and caped my jar of ink. I stood up from the writing desk, my hand trembling. My story was told. The twins would see it published and Sarah would treasure it.

Nothing was left to hold me to this world. It was time to move on. It was time to see the rest of my family. The twins would grieve. But they would move on. They had Sarah, Queenie, and Aoifa, and soon they would have their own children to love. Queenie and Sarah would soon give birth, and Aoifa’s pregnancy was coming along. Even Reina had finally conceived—she had been getting worried.

I walked out of the house, marching through the streets of Tacoma.

My family was happy here. The twins and Sarah were demigods, and they enjoyed the worship—and Rex enjoyed the women—that came with such august ranks.

It was still dark, though the sun brightened the horizon. It felt wonderful to walk free of any burdens. I smiled, savoring the icy air on my cheeks, the gravel crunching beneath my feet, the soft rustle of leaves in the trees. My steps grew lighter, my smile broader. I skipped. I felt like a girl again, instead of a weary, old woman trapped in a young girl’s body.

My auburn hair flowed behind me as I began to ran, my laughs following after me.

I was free.

I reached the Narrows Bridge. The vast, metal frame still survived, the cables arching from the cliff’s edge to the distant towers. No one used it to cross any longer. Huge patches of the concrete bed had fallen into the Puget Sound far below. I walked along the steel girder, the green paint faded and splotched by red rust. The wind howled, whipping at my hair as I reached the center. The Puget Sound rippled below, driven by the fierce gusts.

I climbed over the railing and looked down at the dark waters.

“I’m coming home,” I whispered.

I spread out my arms and fell forward.

I was falling, falling, falling.

Into Darkness.

The Darkness gave way to light.

Grass tickled my cheek, sunlight warmed my body. I blinked in surprise as I pushed myself up. The grass was so green, so vibrant. My eyes widened when I realized where I was—the mansion. The home I had grown up in. People surrounded me. The maids and bodyguards, the sluts, my siblings and grandparents, all the people I had killed that day.

They all had welcoming smiles.

A dark form, a shadowy demon, prowled on the edges, his eyes on me. I smiled at my demonic lover, and then at the rest of my family. I knew one day the twins, Sarah, and Aoifa would join me. But they deserved to live their lives first.

Then my father and mother stood over me, tears running down their cheeks.

“Daddy?” I whispered as I rose.

He hugged me in a crushing embrace. This time I didn’t stab him with a dagger. This time I hugged him back.

“I love you, Daddy,” I whispered as the tears poured down my cheeks.

“I know.”

Mommy hugged us both. I savored the embrace of my parents. I was finally home.

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Reina Glassner

I came downstairs, rubbing at my stomach. Morning sickness was not fun. A sob drew my attention. It came from Chase’s study. I padded across the floor and peered in. The very pregnant Sarah sat at Chase’s desk, staring at our sister’s book.

“She finished it?” I asked, tears beading my eyes.

Sarah nodded.

My sister was free. I didn’t want her to leave us, but I understood. This world only held memories of all the pain she had suffered. She would be happier with our father.

We would all see Chase again. But not for many years.

Sarah opened the book to the first page. She had been eager to read it, but now her hand trembled. Sarah cleared her voice and read, “My name is Chasity Alberta Glassner, the Tyrants’ daughter. I write these words down so my motivations will not be lost to time, and so there will be no confusion, speculation, or misunderstanding about my actions.”

The End of the Devil’s Pact

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Carin pays for being loudmouthed

Hi all! My name is Carin. I am a 19 year
old freshman at a major college in
Florida. I’m about 5’6″, 115 lbs with
long dark hair and blue eyes. My roommate Lisa has been hooking
up with this guy from down the hall in
our apartment complex (his name is
Bill). His roommate (Scott) is good
looking and pretty cool, but we
haven’t done anything other than flirt. I’m actually from South Carolina and
grew up a huge Clemson fan. He’s also
from South Carolina and is a Gamecock
fan. Earlier this year, we got to arguing
about our “home” teams and decided
to make a bet on the Clemson/South Carolina game. I was feeling stupidly
confident so we bet one month’s rent. Finally, the big day comes and all four
of us go to a local sports bar to watch
the game. Lisa and Bill know all about
the bet, of course. At halftime, Clemson
is up 21-14! Just before the start of the
third quarter, Lisa and I go to the bathroom and she tells me that Scott
doesn’t have a lot of money and that
losing a month’s rent is really going to
hurt him. He’s already talking to Bill
about borrowing some money and
paying him back over several months. I start to feel bad because this is really
about bragging rights and knowing
he has to borrow money to pay off the
bet takes some of the fun out of it for
me (as it turns out – stupid me!). So
when we get back to the table, I told Scott that our bet wasn’t about the
money and that we could decide on
something else to bet. He got a little
upset about Bill telling his business,
but I told him it was okay and that I
really just wanted to rag on him all year ?cause his team lost. Long story
short, just as the third quarter started,
we settled on a “dare” as the bet – but
we didn’t know what the other person
had in mind for their dare. I did make
rules that you couldn’t make the other person have sex (with you or
anybody) and you couldn’t make
them get naked. I have to tell you, I
was really looking forward to having
him clean our apartment in a French
maid outfit! We kept drinking and watching the
game and I felt pretty good about
everything because you could tell that
Scott felt better about not having to
pony up the money ?cause he was
way more relaxed and into the game. Halfway through the quarter Clemson
scored again to go up 28-14 and I got
cocky (har har). I started talking to
Lisa real loud about how I regretted
the no nudity clause and how my dare
would be so much better if he were naked. Me and my big mouth! Scott sat
there and took it but then a couple of
minutes later when SC scored to make
it 28-21, he looked across the table at
me and said, “Okay, Carin, put your bet
where your mouth is, let’s take off the rule about being naked.” “No
problem, Scott, hope it’s warm the day
you do your dare, I wouldn’t want
you to be embarrassed!” Lisa and I
were laughing and having a great time
when SC scored again just a few minutes later! Oh shit, now the game
was tied 28-28 and it wasn’t as much
fun anymore. The fourth quarter was
real nail-biter (especially for me, why
did I have to open my big fat mouth
about being naked), but in the end Clemson lost 31-28. Oh my god. Lisa
was still having a great time only now
she was laughing at me. I was going
to have to do a dare for Scott and
nudity was allowed. So, a week or two goes by and we’re
getting ready to head home for
Christmas break. I’ve been pretty quiet
for the past couple of weeks and I’ve
about decided that Scott is either
waiting until after break or maybe he’s forgotten about it (we all ended up
getting really trashed that night). No
such luck! The day before we’re
supposed to head home, I get a note
from Scott. He informs me that we’re
double dating to dinner that night and I will be informed about the conditions
of my dare. I talked with Lisa about it
and she told me that I had to go
through with it and that knowing Scott
and how hard I had ragged on him
before the game that it would be pretty embarrassing, but that I would
get over it and she would make sure
things didn’t get out of hand. After a
while, we talked about what to wear
and she said that she probably wasn’t
supposed to tell me, but that Bill had told her we were going to a local
fondue restaurant (very expensive). I
got a little mad at that since dinner for
two there was almost as much as a
month’s rent! I still didn’t realize just
how set up I’d been, but I would figure it out pretty quickly. Anyway,
Lisa and I decided that we would both
wear these really hot little mini-skirts. I
also decided to wear a silk blouse that
I have that’s so low cut that I have to
go braless with it. I looked pretty damn good if I do say so myself! 😉 So we get to the restaurant and it
seems like Scott knows a few of the
wait staff there. We end up in this little
booth in the back corner of the
restaurant (they call it the sweetheart
booth) that you can’t see into unless you come around this little corner. Our
waitress (Jill) comes over and asks us
for our drink orders and drops off the
menus. After she leaves, Scott takes a
deep breath, looks at me and says,
“Well, I guess you’re wondering what you’ll have to do for your dare. Please
go to the restroom and remove your
panties and give them to me. You have
to bring them back to me in your hand
and visible, you cannot put them in
your purse and you can’t ball them up and hide them. When you get back,
you will stand next to the both and
hike up your skirt to prove that you
have completed the assignment. You
will then sit down at the end of the
booth without replacing your skirt. At any time, anyone can ask you to
pirouette and you must stand up, turn
a full circle and curtsey before sitting
back down. Your skirt must remain
above your waist for all of dinner and
desert. Once the bill is paid, you may replace your skirt (but not your
panties, those are mine to keep in
memory of SC’s victory) and part one
of your dare will be complete. At that
time, I will tell you about part two of
your dare.” “What! What do you mean, part one and part two?! How many
parts are there!?” “Four”, he said.
“Forget it, I didn’t agree to a four part
dare. The rule was one dare and there
is no way I am taking off my panties
and sitting through dinner with everything hanging out for anybody
to see. That’s just crazy. The dare was
supposed to be done at the apartment
anyway. Lisa, help me out here.” I was
pretty pissed because I felt like I was
being taken advantage of and after I’d been nice enough to let him off the
hook on the money (of course, as it
turned out, I was the one who
would’ve paid, but still). Then I got the
next clue that things weren’t as they
seemed (I still didn’t get it though), Lisa said, “Carin, I can’t believe that
you’re trying to welch out on your bet.
There was no rule about doing it at the
apartment and as long as all four parts
can be done tonight, I don’t see why
they can’t count as one dare. You’re being a wuss. At least we’re sitting
back here where no one can see us.” I
couldn’t believe that she turned on me
like that! About that time, Jill came
back with our first round of drinks
and to see if we were ready to order. Scott told her that there was a slight
problem and that we might not be
staying for dinner. She acted a little pissed and said that if
we were leaving we should do it soon
since they had a waiting list and she
could use a table for dinner (bigger
tip, I guess). Scott apologized and said
we would have it straightened out quickly and she left. Well, long story
short, it wasn’t too quickly, but
somehow eventually they talked me
into it! I looked at Lisa and asked her if
she would go to the bathroom with!
me and she said I should wait until we put in our order. I told her that if I
didn’t do it now, I was afraid I would
chicken out and that I probably
wouldn’t eat much anyway and to just
order for me. She asked Bill to scoot
over and let her out and Bill said no! He said that this was my dare and that
I should do it myself. I was close to
tears as Scott stood up to let me out. I
slowly got up and walked to the
bathroom. On the way there I passed
Jill and she asked if everything was all right and would we be staying? I was
so upset, I just sort of started crying
and she rushed me to the bathroom.
She turned out to be really cool (I
thought!) and I actually ended up
telling her about the dare! She started laughing and said something about
“the good old sweetheart booth”. She
told me that hardly a weekend goes
by that she doesn’t see someone
either naked or close to it back there
in that booth. She thinks it’s funny as hell and told me to quit worrying
about and just have as much fun with
it as I could. Either way, it would all be
over soon. She left to go take care of
her tables and I fixed my makeup,
took a deep breath, and pulled my panties down from under my skirt. I
started to put them in my purse, when
I remembered that I had to walk back
to the table with them in my hand! I
started shaking just a little bit, but
decided to get it over with as quickly as possible. I pushed the door open
and almost hit some girl in the face
with my panties! I was probably nine
shades of red as I put my hand down
by my side as quickly as I could and
apologized to her and took off for our table! On the way there, I kept the
panties out, but just held my hand
down and I don’t think anybody saw
them. As I turned the corner to go
back to the booth, Jill was just coming
out. I smiled at her and kind of moved my hand so she could see the panties.
She winked at me and gave me a little
thumbs-up as she moved past me. Once I came around the corner,
conversation stopped. I was
beginning to really blush again as I
handed Scott my panties. He didn’t do
anything crude like sniff them or
anything; he just looked at them and then put them in his pocket. Then he
turned back to look at me. Actually,
everyone at the table was looking at
me! I started to protest that I didn’t
really want to do this, but the look on
Scott’s face stopped me. It was like he was waiting for me to beg him to get
out of this. I started to get a little mad,
what did I have to be embarrassed
about? I have an awesome body and
in any other circumstance, he would
be begging me to look at it! So, I smiled at Lisa and slowly raised my
skirt up above my waist and stood
there so that everyone could see I was
now naked from the waist down. Scott
nodded his head slowly and said,
“Thanks, now please pirouette and you can sit down.” Oh shit! I forgot
about that. So, not only was I standing
like this now, I would have to! do this
every time someone said “Pirouette”.
So, I turned around slowly, did my
curtsey and then sat down. The booth was really cold on my bare bottom
which acted like a constant reminder
that I was naked down there. The
table was far enough away from the
back of the bench that you could
easily see my hiked up skirt and the little landing strip of hair on my pussy.
A second round of drinks had come
while I was in the bathroom and I
started to get my drink on. Scott did
his best to be charming (sneaky
bastard ; ) and I was really starting to enjoy myself (and forget that I was
naked from the waist down) when
suddenly Bill said “Pirouette!”
Everybody stopped talking as I stood
up turned around and sat back down.
“You forgot to curtsey” said Lisa. Damn it. Who’s side was she on anyway? (I
would find out that it wasn’t mine!) So,
I got back up and did the whole thing
over again, curtseyed and sat back
down. Just as I sat down, Jill came
around the corner with our salads. She sat them down on the table and left
without saying a word which seemed
a little weird to me since she knew all
about it. Anyway, we were sitting
there talking (and I’d done a few more
pirouettes, one from Lisa, the bitch!) when suddenly Jill and another
woman came around the corner. Jill
said, “This is my manager, Kate. She’d
like to talk to you about your little
game.” Oh shit! To be continued?

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The continuing story of a chat room encounter leading to romance between 2 young women and some friends

I hope you all like the second part of my story. Any feed back would be greatly appreciated.

Julie spent the following hour tending to Rachel’s beautiful, but bruised, body, gently rubbing soothing baby oils and lotions into her skin. “Oh my little baby,” she said. “I really do love you so very much.”
“And I love you too, my sexy Mistress,” replied Rachel. She had wondered how Julie could treat her so cruel, and how she, Rachel, had allowed her to do so. But, she had had two wonderful orgasms while Julie had spanked and whipped her, and, she reasoned, she had told Julie that she could do anything she wanted in all their erotic conversations in the chat room before they met. And although initially the pain had been intense, once she had passed through the pain barrier, it had been a real turn on as her wet pussy revealed. Julie put her hand on Rachel’s inner thighs and felt the moisture that had trickled down from her lover’s pussy. As she slid her hand up, Rachel parted her legs to allow her mistress access to her wet pussy lips. But Julie’s hands passed over her pussy and came to rest on Rachel’s short, soft curly hair which she stroked and then twirled around her fingers. “You have such soft hair, my baby, but I want you completely smooth just there,” Julie said softly. “Follow me to the kitchen.”
Remembering Julie’s house rules, Rachel made no attempt to put on any clothes, and meekly followed Julie to the kitchen. “Get onto the table,” Julie commanded, “and lie down.” Stepping onto a chair, Rachel climbed onto the white kitchen table and obediently lay on her back. The table was barely long enough to accommodate Rachel’s body, and her lower legs hung over the edge. Rachel winced as her bruised body touched the table. Thoughtfully, Julie fetched a cushion and placed it under Rachel’s head so that she would be more comfortable. “Now, spread your gorgeous legs, darling.” Rachel did so immediately. She drew her breath in as she felt the touch of cold metal on her skin. Julie was holding a pair of kitchen scissors against her. She shivered in anticipation of what Julie was about to do and felt her pussy juices trickling down between her legs.
“Wow baby,” whispered Julie. “It doesn’t take much to turn you on, does it?” Rachel smiled. “Not when you are about to trim my quim,” replied Rachel. As she spoke, Julie began to use the scissors on Rachel’s soft curly hair. She soon had it trimmed and stood admiring her handiwork for a moment before reaching for her ladyshave so that she could finish the job properly. As she started to run the shaver gently over what remained of Rachel’s hair, she saw Rachel’s body shake as she climaxed. “Oh my god,” exclaimed Julie, “I didn’t realise you were that close, darling.” She dipped her finger into the copious juices emerging from Rachel’s lips and immediately put it into her mouth to savour the wonderful taste. Brushing away the remnants of Rachel’s pubic hair, Julie lowered her head to lick her girlfriend’s delicious wet pussy lips. Gently she probed Rachel’s pussy with her long tongue sending shivers of pleasure through her body. As she drew the wonderful honey from Rachel’s pussy, she ran a fingertip over her hard clit, sending further waves of pleasure through Rachel’s body.
Rachel had never before experienced such intense sexual pleasure. She put her hands on Julie’s head, pressing it hard against her pussy in an attempt to urge her lover’s tongue even deeper into her. At the same time, she thrust her body up to try to achieve the same objective. She was breathing harder and faster as she approached yet another orgasm. Finally she climaxed, and so intense was the orgasm that she blacked out for a few seconds. She came round to feel Julie gently slapping her face. “You had me worried there for a minute,” said Julie. “Are you ok baby?”
“Oh yes, Julie. I’m more than ok darling,” she gasped. “That was incredible. Thank you, Julie. Oh I do love you so, so much.”
“I love you too baby,” Julie replied, kissing Rachel passionately on the mouth. “Go and have a shower now, darling, and give me a shout if you need any help. I need to prepare something for us to eat”
“I’d sooner eat you the way you’ve just eaten me,” said Rachel.
“Oh, you will get the chance to do that very soon, baby,” replied Julie, “and if you don’t do it to my satisfaction, you will have to be punished.”
“Oh yes please,” said Rachel. “Do anything you want to me.”
“I will, don’t worry. Now go and have a shower.”

After her shower, Rachel returned to the kitchen and stood until Julie told her that she could sit. As they ate the food that Julie had prepared for them, Julie told Rachel “I’m having two friends over this evening, baby. I’ve told them all about you and they’re dying to meet you. I want you to wear your white leather boots for me.”
“Yes Julie, I will. What else do you want me to wear?”
“Nothing, baby.”
“Oh my god. What are their names, and what do they look like?”
“Kate and Lisa. Kate’s 5 foot 3 with long blonde hair and green eyes. Lisa’s 5 foot 7 with long black hair and blue eyes. They both love wearing 7 inch heels”
“Are they gay, Julie?”
“No. They’re bi.”
“Are they together? Have you ever had sex with them?”
“Yes, Rache, they live together. I’ve never had sex with them, but you’re going to while I watch. While they are both here, you will address me as ‘Mistress’ or ‘Mistress Julie’ and you will address them in a similar manner.”
“Yes, Julie. Thank you, Julie.”
“Now, please clear the table, Rache, and then bend across it with your legs spread wide.”
Rachel quickly did as she had been instructed, and assumed the position that Julie had asked, her bum raised slightly towards her lover. She felt the familiar wetness in her pussy as she anticipated what she hoped was to follow. But she was to be disappointed. She felt Julie’s soft hands on the cheeks of her bum, gently caressing them in a circular motion once again making her shiver with delight. She then felt Julie’s hands spreading her cheeks and her finger probing the entrance to her hole. All too soon, the wonderful touch of her lover stopped. Suddenly, she felt something cold and wet around her rear entrance as Julie squeezed some lubricant there. She gasped as Julie worked it into her hole with her middle finger, stretching her entrance.
Julie took a butt plug from the kitchen worktop. She had bought three of them, all different sizes, a few days ago after she had learned that Rachel was going to leave home. She put it in her mouth to moisten it with her saliva, then pushed it into Rachel’s waiting hole. But it was too small, and popped out as Rachel’s muscles fought against the intrusion. She picked another, bigger one, moistened that with her mouth, and slowly inserted it. This time, the fit was perfect, and Julie quickly fastened it in place with straps around the top of Rachel’s hips and the tops of her thighs. She fetched Rachel’s white leather high heeled boots and slipped them onto her legs.
“Go and kneel by the front door until my friends arrive, Rachel. Then show them into the lounge and come and kneel by my chair facing them with your legs spread so you are displaying yourself to them. You will make no effort to resist them should they wish to examine or touch your body,” Julie ordered.
“Yes, Julie, anything for you,” replied Rachel.
Rachel went to the front door and knelt on the rough mat to await the arrival of Julie’s guests. She knew that she would have to remain there, motionless, for a few hours and realised that this was part of her training. She wanted to please Julie and demonstrate her complete obedience and love, and so she waited by the door with her head bowed as Julie made her preparations for her visitors.

The afternoon passed slowly for Rachel. Her legs grew numb, her butt plug was uncomfortable, and she desperately needed to relieve her bladder. But she knew that she had to remain where she was, completely motionless, to please her lover, girlfriend and mistress. Eventually, the doorbell rang, and Rachel struggled to fight the numbness in her legs as she stood and opened the door, her head still bowed in servitude. Kate and Lisa looked at the vision before them.
“Wow,” exclaimed Lisa. “You’re even more beautiful than Julie told us.”
“Thank you, Mistress Lisa,” said Rachel, her eyes on her black leather boots with their 7 inch heels and chains up the sides.
“Julie told us that you’d be dressed up for us,” said Kate. “I really love the way she’s dressed you in just your boots.”
“Thank you, Mistress Kate,” said Rachel as she looked at her pink thigh boots with 7 inch metal heels.
The two girls stepped into the hall and ran their hands over Rachel’s naked body. Kate put her hand under Rachel’s chin and raised her face as she put her lips to Rachel’s. Her tongue parted Rachel’s lips and explored the girl’s mouth while her other hand went to her left breast and squeezed Rachel’s nipple hard. Meanwhile, one of Lisa’s hands was on her right breast with her other touching Rachel’s wet pussy lips. Rachel was enjoying the attention of the two girls, but suddenly realised that the front door was still wide open allowing any passers-by a free sex display. She blushed at the thought, but knew that she mustn’t move to close the door until Lisa and Kate had finished lavishing all their attention on her body. The sound of some cat-calls and whistles drew Lisa and Kate’s attention to this fact, so they moved back onto the doorstep taking Rachel with them, stepping to each side of her to give spectators a full frontal view of her body as they fingered her pussy and pinched her nipples hard. They continued for several minutes as the crowd grew until Rachel climaxed, her screams of ecstasy reaching far into the evening air. With this earth shattering climax, Rachel lost all control of her bodily functions and felt her bladder emptying onto the doorstep while the crowd watched, laughing and applauding.
“You dirty slut,” exclaimed Kate.
“We ought to make you clean up your mess with your tongue,” added Lisa.
“Please, no,” squealed Rachel thoroughly humiliated at her accident. “I’ll do anything you say, but please don’t make me do that.”
The two girls thought for a moment, and decided that the crowd in the street had been provided with sufficient entertainment for one evening. Besides, they couldn’t wait to be alone with this beautiful girl and see just how far they could push her into doing whatever they wanted. They ushered her inside the house, closing the front door behind them.
Attempting to regain her composure, Rachel led Lisa and Kate into the lounge where Julie was waiting. As Julie’s two friends sat down on the sofa, Rachel obediently made her way to kneel in front of Julie, settling back onto her heels and spreading her legs wide so that Lisa and Kate had a good view of her exposed sex. Julie raised her legs and placed them on Rachel’s shoulders.
“What do you think of my little girlfriend?” she asked.
“She’s gorgeous,” replied Kate, and Lisa nodded in agreement. “We love the way you’ve dressed her for us. She just told us that she’ll do anything we want, if that’s ok with you, Julie.”
“Of course it is,” Julie confirmed. “The only thing you may NOT do, is take her virginity. I want that pleasure for myself.”
“Is she really a virgin?” Lisa asked.
“Yes, she is,” Julie replied.
“Oh wow,” from both girls.
“Come over here,” Lisa ordered.
Julie remover her legs from Rachel’s shoulders and added, “On your hands and knees, Rachel.”
“Yes Mistress.”
Rachel crawled over to Lisa, who grabbed hold of her and pulled her up over her lap. She undid the straps holding Rachel’s butt plug and slowly pulled it out. She offered it to Rachel.
“Suck it clean,” she demanded.
Rachel saw that it had a light smearing of her waste material, but knew that she had to obey. She grimaced as she opened her mouth and allowed Lisa to slip it between her lips. She sucked it and almost vomited at the disgusting taste.
“Keep it in your mouth,” Lisa ordered as she started to spank Rachel’s bruised bum with her hand. “If you let it fall out, I’ll spank you even harder.” Rachel bit down hard on the plug to ensure that it remained in her mouth as Lisa spanked her bum hard. Although initially she found it extremely painful so soon after the punishment she had received from Julie earlier in the day, it wasn’t long before she started to enjoy it and discovered that it was making her extremely horny. The tears that she was crying were no longer tears of pain. Now they were tears of ecstasy. Seeing Rachel’s tears, Julie came over to Rachel and kissed and licked them away, relishing the exquisite saltiness.
Meanwhile, Kate was also becoming extremely turned on by what her girlfriend was doing to Rachel. She slipped her hand under her skirt and started to finger her pussy lips through her thin panties which were already soaked with her juices. Pulling her panties to one side, she inserted two fingers into her pussy and began to slowly finger fuck herself. When Lisa saw what Kate was doing, she stopped spanking Rachel’s bum and removed the butt plug from her mouth.
“Kneel in front of Kate, and help her off with her panties. When you’ve done that, put your head between Kate’s thighs and eat her pussy,” she commanded.
Rachel was now so turned on, she needed very little encouragement to tongue fuck Lisa’s girlfriend, and couldn’t believe how sweet she tasted. Lisa reached got up from the sofa and sat down on the floor behind Rachel. She moved her feet towards Rachel’s bum, sliding her right heel up and down Rachel’s crack. Instinctively, Rachel opened her legs as far as her position would allow and thrust her bum backwards towards Lisa. Slowly, Lisa slipped her thin 7 inch heel inside Rachel’s hole.
“Oh yes,” Julie exclaimed. “Fuck my baby’s arse with your heel, Lisa.” She took hold of Lisa’s leg and helped her slide her heel in and out of Rachel’s hole. Rachel was in heaven. She was lapping up Kate’s copious juices as she was having her arse fucked. She was moving closer to yet another climax, and she realised that Kate was too. Unable to resist the temptation, she moved her thumb over Kate’s wet lips and onto her clit to hasten the girl’s climax. Lisa’s heel was working its magic, and as Rachel started to cum, she felt Kate’s orgasm on her tongue. Hungrily, she lapped up all of Kate’s honey, and collapsed with her head still between her legs.
“Did you enjoy that, Rache?” Julie enquired.
“Oh yes, Mistress,” she replied. “Thank you, Mistress Kate, for allowing me to eat your delicious pussy. Thank you, Mistress Lisa, for fucking my arse with your heels. May I lick them clean for you, Mistress?”
“Yes, Rache. Make a good job of it,” she replied as she presented her heel to Rachel’s waiting mouth.
“When you’ve cleaned Lisa’s heel, Rache, I want you to come and have a shower with me,” Kate said. “We need to clean ourselves up before we continue this evening’s entertainment.”

To be continued????????

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The futa is invited to a secret lesbian club of naughty teachers and hot students. She’s in for one wild surprise!

Futa’s Wild Passion

Chapter Sixteen: Futa Joins the Lesbian Club

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note: Thanks to FallenAngelX00 for beta reading this!

I shuddered at the sight of the lesbian passion raging in the dean’s office. It was a scene of lesbian debauchery that shouldn’t be found in any college’s administration wing and yet I was so glad to see it.

Just as Dean Washington had told me, there was a group of lesbian staff who enjoyed seducing us nubile coed into sapphic passion. I had been looking forward to this since Monday. Now it was Thursday, and here I was to join one of the meetings in progress.

Everyone was naked in the room. Coach Clarkson, who I had a feeling had wanted to slip into the private room where I showered after PE the last three days and had fun with me, sat perched on the dean’s desk. She had her legs spread wide and…

“Heather!” I gasped, spotting my fellow classmate and her bubbly ass shaking as she ate out the coach. “You’re in the group?”

“Uh-huh!” moaned Heather. She was in PE with me and her cute rump made me so hard when she stretched before me. “Mmm, you have to try the coach’s pussy. It’s yummy.”

Coach Clarkson had an athletic form that looked delicious as she shuddered in delight. Her eyes were hot and smoky on me. Her round boobs jiggled as the nineteen-year-old girl devoured her twat. My pussy grew so hot and juicy, cream soaking my panties while my futa-dick throbbed and swelled to my fullest erection.

Then I got another surprise. My friend Briana was here. She was bent over and had her face planted between the butt-cheeks of the college’s secretary. My friend rimmed out the older woman, feasting on her while shaking her rear.

“Briana?” I gasped.

My friend ripped her head up, her long, black hair sweeping about her flushed face. Her round breasts jiggled. “Welcome to the club! I’m so glad you decided to join. I never thought you would before you became a futa. I’m so glad! We’re going to be fuck buddies!”

“Yes, we are,” I said as she buried her face back into the secretary’s rump.

The only girl who didn’t shock me being here was Kathy Greene, my little sister’s sexually adventurous friend. The eighteen-year-old girl had her head buried between Dean Washington’s thighs. She sat on her chair rolled out to the side of her desk. Her naked, ebony breasts heaved. They were large, a gold cross glinting between their dark slopes. The Black woman’s face twisted in delight as the naughty minx ate her out.

Kathy’s mother also was good at eating pussy. My dick throbbed as I stared at Kathy Greene’s pussy, eager to try out her cunt after enjoying her mother’s twat. Mrs. Greene taught my English class and yesterday, we’d hooked up. She’d just had Kathy’s younger sister and the woman’s breast milk was delicious.

There were a few other professors on the side of the office, women who I sort of knew but who didn’t teach my classes. There were girls eating them out, cute girls, who were older than me. Juniors and seniors that I didn’t know that well. One was a cheerleader, I think, her red hair gathered in a braid.

“This is amazing,” I said, the scent of hot pussy filling the air. This naughty club of professors molesting schoolgirls had my cunt dripping.

“Get naked,” moaned Dean Washington, her face contorting. “Oh, yes, Kathy, make me cum as I watch Jenny strip naked!”

“Gladly!” Kathy moaned, her cute rump wiggling. Though it had nothing on Heather’s delicious, bubbly ass, it still was a delight to stare at.

I stripped off naked as the sounds of feminine passion echoed around me. My heart pounded in my chest, pumping hot blood through me. My red hair danced and flew as I tore off my blouse. My round breasts heaved in my bra. That followed, landing on the floor with a collection of other clothing.

Dean Washington licked her lips. Coach Clarkson stared at me with hungry eyes as she held Heather’s face down to her cunt. The professors on the side all whimpered, roaming my body with their mature gazes.

My futa-dick throbbed as I dropped my skirt. It fell down my thighs, revealing my shaft tenting the front of my bikini-cut panties. They were a deep blue made of two triangles attached by cords that knotted at my hips. I tugged those knots and liberated my futa-cock.

It bounced down and bobbed before me. Precum flicked from the tip. Every watching woman moaned. The mature professors and sexy dean all stared at me as their orgasms built and built. I grabbed my futa-dick, stroking it, my pussy clenched.

“It’s a real cock!” groaned one of the professors. She had her blonde hair in a bun, glasses on her forehead. “Oh, my god, that’s hot!”

“I’ve never wanted to enjoy a cock before, but…” moaned Coach Clarkson. “I wish I had the courage to slip in and fuck you. I knew you were part of this group, but… but…”

“I wanted you to do that, Coach,” I moaned, staring at her. “I would have loved you so much.”

“Yes!” the woman gasped and then she shook, cumming on Heather’s face. The coach bucked and moaned through her bliss.

“Oh, she’s so perfect,” moaned the secretary. “Briana… Oh, yes, yes!”

Another woman, one of the professors, came while looking at me. It was so hot. My pussy throbbed and ached. I grinned at all of them. Dean Washington whimpered. Then she gasped out. The professors along the wall where all creaming their schoolgirls’ mouths.

It was so hot to be at the center of all these lusty lesbian and bi women’s attention. They were all so naughty to seduce these students, and now they all wanted me. I licked my lips, so eager for the fun that would happen.

“Fuck me first!” moaned Coach Clarkson. “Heather, please, please, let her get to my pussy.”

That bubbly ass wiggled for a moment, then Heather rose. She had pussy cream coating her mouth, her smile broad. Her boobs jiggled as she stepped aside and made a dramatic motion ushering me towards the coach’s furred muff.

“Who wants to sit on my face while Jenny fucks me?” gasped the coach, lowering herself onto her back.

“I do!” Briana moaned. “I’ve been wanting to play with Jenny all week, but some of our friends have been monopolizing her.”

“I’m dating Wendy,” I said. “And she should be invited her. She’s such a lesbian, she just doesn’t want to admit it. She needs help.”

“We’ll keep her in mind,” the dean said, still shuddering. “Ooh, Kathy, fist me now. I love feeling your hand in me.”

My pussy clenched. I was deflowered now after yesterday afternoon’s wild time at my mother’s work. Her dominating boss had taken my cherry with a strap-on. Of course, I’d fucked her harder and turned her into my bitch. I hoped Mom was having fun at work with the new and improved Ivana Petrov.

Brianna scrambled onto the desk as I moved in to fuck the coach’s furred muff. Her dark-blonde pubic hair gleamed with pussy juices. Heather smacked my rump as I passed her, then she darted over to the secretary to have her fun.

Briana settled on Coach Clarkson’s face. My friend’s long, black hair swayed down over her shoulders to her round boobs. She grabbed my cock and pulled me the last few inches to the coach’s juicy twat.

“Fuck her hard, Jenny!” she said, stroking me.

“Do Tina or Pita or Victoria know that you’re into girls?” I asked.

“I’m only into girls in the meetings,” she said, licking her lips as she settled herself down on Coach Clarkson’s face.

The naughty PE teacher grabbed my friend by the thighs and hauled Briana down. In a flash, Briana’s shaved twat was planted right on the coach’s hungry mouth. Her jaw moved. She licked my friend who shuddered and rubbed my cock into the coach’s silken bush.

“Fuck her hard!” Briana purred.

I grinned and did just that.

I thrust to the hilt into the coach’s pussy. My moans joined the others singing through the room. The professors on the side had switched schoolgirls, the blonde woman now getting eaten out by the cheerleader. My futa-cock sank deep into the coach’s perky cunt. Her twat squeezed down around me while the pleasure soaked to my pussy.

Briana grinned at me. Her hands went to my boobs. She gripped my round tatas as I drew back my hips. Pleasure surged down my shaft and through my body while my friend’s thumbs swept over my tits and rubbed my nipples. She pushed them into my areolas, sending delight rippling down to my snatch.

I cupped her face and kissed her as I rammed back into the coach’s tight cunt.

Briana’s lips had that wonderful taste of sour ass on her lips. I shuddered, savoring that delight. Our tongues danced together. My tongue darted over hers. She kissed me back with such hunger. My dick twitched and throbbed in the embrace of the coach’s snatch.

“Mmm, Kelly, let me eat that ass,” Dean Washington said.

“You know what I like!” my professor’s daughter moaned. I couldn’t wait to fuck Kelly, too. Another mother/daughter pair to enjoy. Allie and our mother. Pita and her sexy mom.

What would Wendy’s mom be like? Her parents were hardcore conservatives, but… You never knew.

I thrust hard and fast into Coach Clarkson, animated by that idea. She groaned into Briana’s pussy who moaned into our kiss. My friend’s thumbs rubbed my nipples in hard circles while her fingers kneaded my tits. Pleasure rushed down my futa-cock, feeding the growing heat in my pussy.

I had my tongue thrust so deep into Briana’s mouth I was playing with her tonsils. I loved the sour flavor of the secretary’s ass on her mouth. It mixed with the delight of her massaging thumbs and the coach’s silky pussy.

I was in heaven. Every futa needed to find a club of depraved lesbians.

I pumped away hard and fast at the pussy that held me. The coach’s snatch gripped me. The pleasure was intense. It rushed through me. Pussy juices soaked my fiery bush while I pounded her, my orgasm building faster and faster.

My tongue danced with Briana’s. My hands slid down from her face to her shoulders. I gripped them for a moment then went lower. I reached her round breasts. I massaged her perky tits as we whimpered into her kiss, the coach pleasing us both: my cock and Briana’s pussy.

I shuddered, slamming hard into Coach Clarkson. I buried into her cunt over and over, reveling in the silky grip of her twat around my dick. The pleasure surged through me. This heady rush that built and built my orgasm. I came closer and closer to my eruption. To that wonderful moment when I would spurt all my jizz into the coach’s cunt.

I pumped away hard and fast. Her silky snatch massaged me. Was heaven. My pussy juices dripped down my thighs, overwhelming my bush. My tongue darted with my friend’s. My fingers round her nipples.

She broke the kiss and moaned, “Is the coach making you cum?”

“Yes!” I gasped. “I have my clit-dick in her! It’s intense!”

“Her tongue’s reaching so deep into me,” Briana whimpered. Her face contorted. “Oh, god, Jenny, I’m going to cream her face.”

“Do it!” moaned the coach.

“Yes, yes, just gush out all those juices!” I panted, my hips thrusting away hard and fast. “It’ll be so hot.”

My friend nodded, delight burning in her eyes. She squeezed my boobs tight, her fingers massaging me. This heady rush shot through me as I pumped my dick deep into Coach Clarkson’s snatch. I fucked her hard and fast.

Her pussy held me so tight, the ache building and building. My dick buried into her cunt and my ovaries almost erupted. I was so close. I thrust hard and fast. I slammed to the hilt in her, chasing my orgasmic high.

“Yes!” Briana gasped. Her head threw back. Her tits jiggled in my hand while her thumbs pressed my nipples deep into my tits. “Coach Clarkson, yes!”

My friend gasped and shuddered. Her hips wiggled from side to side. Her orgasmic moans echoed through the room. It was clear she was cumming hard. It was so hot to witness. Her hair danced about her head. Her moans echoed through the room.

“Damn!” I groaned, loving the pleasure on her face.

Other moans echoed. Kelly was gasping about having her ass eaten. Heather whimpered. The professors moaned, grinding on the schoolgirl sirens feasting away at mature twats. My futa-dick twitched. Throbbed.

Erupted.

“Oh, yes, yes!” I gasped. “I love being a futa!”

“Are you cumming in her?” Briana asked, her dark eyes glossy with passion.

“Yes!”

My futa-cum pumped into the coach’s pussy. Hard spurts that had my pussy convulsing. I ached to have something in me. A dildo filling my snatch. I whimpered as my cum kept firing. Kept erupting. Kept spurting hot cream into my coach’s pussy.

“Fuck!” she moaned and then her pussy went wild.

“Coach Clarkson!” I whimpered as she milked my cock with her spasming pussy.

“She’s cumming in me!”

“Oh, that’s hot!” Briana moaned, trembling as she climaxed.

“Hot, hot, hot!” Kathy moaned near us. “Pump her full of cum, then it’s time for your surprise.”

The import of those words hardly registered. I was in the grip of my orgasmic euphoria. My cum fired out of my cock in fast, hard spurts. They basted my coach’s spasming pussy. My pleasure soared higher and higher.

I hit those mighty peaks of rapture. I swayed, my breasts rising and falling as I gasped for breath. My hands fell away from Briana’s tits. I didn’t even remember when she’d let go of mine. Too caught up in orgasmic delight.

The coach’s pussy worked out the last few drops of my orgasm, my cum swimming in her. Another woman or girl that I’d fucked without protection. Would I knock her up, too? I didn’t know. I just swayed and then pulled out of her.

“It’s time!” Kathy gasped, bouncing to her feet. “The hottest part of our club. You’re going to be bowled away, Jenny!”

“What?” I panted. “Is your mom part of the club?”

Kathy shot me a weird look then her eyes widened. “You haven’t?”

A sheepish grin crossed my face.

“Huh, go Mom, I guess.” Kathy shook her head, maybe weird out by her mother having sex or that her mom had cheated on her father. Then the girl darted to the door and opened it. “Ta-da.”

I nearly fainted at what I saw.

“No way,” I said. I rubbed my eyes. I had to make sure.

Nope, they were still there.

“She looks pretty surprised,” smirked one of the two impossible sights before me.

“I’ll say,” the other said, a big smile on her lips. “Jenny, Jenny, Jenny, I know this is shocking but… We’re lovers.”

My jaw dropped.

My older sisters stood before me. The twins!

Tara and Sara were as naked as me, their large breasts rising and falling with their excited breasts. They held each other, pressed tight, one twin’s right boob pressing into the side of the other’s left. Their nipples were hard, the same shade of pink as Allie’s and mine. They both had green eyes and blonde hair, one twin’s parted on the right, the others on the left. The hair was to help people tell them apart, which was almost impossible otherwise. But there were subtle differences in their faces when you knew them as well as I did.

Tara stood on the right. My eyes fell down to her pussy and that gold ring I’d seen on the spy footage Allie had taken of the twins. She’d put some sort of malware on their laptops to remote access their webcams. We did it because Allie was positive Tara and Sara were lovers and wanted proof.

But nothing had happened. They didn’t even so much as share a lingering kiss goodnight the two times we watched. Not even alone, about to slip in bed, had they revealed that they were lovers. So it flabbergasted me to see them here.

“Yep, she’s stunned,” Sara said. She fingered one of the gold rings piercing her nipples. That was another, and even naughtier, way to tell the twins apart. “I hope you can understand. I know people think incest is wrong.”

“It’s a beautiful thing,” Dean Washington said. “Especially between twin girls. I hope you’re not freaked out, Jenny.”

The dean’s hands grabbed my shoulders. She massaged them while she pressed into me from behind. Her nipples rubbed across my back as she nuzzled into my red hair. Her lips were inches from my ear.

“I seduced them when they were the same age as you. Cute sophomores who’d never even had sex, let alone with women. Or each other. The first time they sixty-nined was a thing of beauty. I made a film of it. I’ll burn you a DVD.”

“But… but…” I struggled to work out my thoughts.

“Yep,” said Sara, twisting her nipple piercing. “Please don’t freak out, Jenny. We want to have sex with you. Even before you became a futa, and now…”

“Now we really do,” whimpered Tara. She reached across her body to cup her twin’s—our sister’s—other breast. “Will you… make love to us?”

“We’ve been hearing about your adventures here on campus,” Sara added, both her nipple rings being played with now. “It’s made us so wet. We’ve been avoiding you, afraid we’d pounce you and ruin the surprise of today.”

“But Allie put that program on your laptops to spy on you!” I gasped. “We watched you two get ready for bed, and you didn’t do anything!”

“Yeah, we know she put spyware on our computers,” Tara said, her eyes narrowing with annoyance. “That little brat’s been onto us for a year. It’s made us so hard to get together at home. We can’t let her find out and blab to mom and…” She trailed off as I started laughing.

Hysterical laughter.

“What?” Sara asked.

“Allie… she…” I struggled to speak through my chortles. It was all so dumb and so funny at the same time. “She… totally into… incest… She… oh, god.”

“Wait, what?” Tara gasped.

“Into incest?” Sara added, both twins looking shocked.

“Ooh, Allie’s naughty,” said Kathy. “I tell her about sex stuff all the time. She’s so eager to learn. She wants to be ready for the person she’s got a crush on.”

“Me,” I said, finally catching my breath and stopped laughing. My face burned bright. I didn’t have to hide this any longer. “Allie’s got a crush on me. We’re lovers. We took each other’s virginities on Sunday after I became a futanari.”

It was my twin sisters’ turn to drop their jaws. Their hands fell away from Sara’s nipple piercings.

“We’ve been hiding from you two,” I said. “Afraid you’d find out. And then Mom joined us on Tuesday, and that’s made it even—”

“You’re fucking Mom!” the twins said in unison.

“Yeah,” I said. “Oh, god, if we knew you two were into incest, we could have had so much fun the last two nights. We were holding back, not wanting to let you know. We almost panicked when you came home on Tuesday. The pair of you walked right past us naked in the living room having our first threesome.”

“No,” Sara groaned. “We didn’t?”

“Fuck,” Tara said. “Naked? We were trying to avoid you…”

“Well,” Dean Washington purred, “what delectable bit of revelation this is.”

“It’s so hot that you’re banging your Mom, Jenny,” Kathy said. “I’d love to bang mine. Maybe you could help me out.”

“Maybe,” I said.

“And my dad. I’d love to bang him, too.”

“That’s all you.” I swallowed, staring at my older sisters. Their large breasts rose and fell. They were just as big as Mom’s but perkier. Firmer. Not that Mom’s weren’t amazing, but there was something hot about perky, young tits.

“Well, how about we put on a show for you?” said Tara. “I mean, we planned on sixty-nining to get you so hot and bothered you’d have to fuck us.”

“Yes, yes, do that,” I moaned. “I want to watch you two make love like that. It’ll be so hot.”

“Will you fuck me while they do?” asked Kathy. “I mean, don’t you want to try out my snatch after you’ve gotten into my mom’s pussy?”

“Yes, I do,” I moaned. “I want that so badly. It makes my dick just throb and ache.”

“Mmm, and I am going to get a strap-on and fuck you,” purred Dean Washington, her hands sliding around to cup my perky breasts. “How does that sound.”

My futa-dick almost erupted. “Perfect.”

The dean broke away from me. She sauntered away while I watched my twin sisters melt together in a kiss. Their identical breast came together, one set of nipples pierced by gold rings. They made out, their blonde locks swaying together. Their lips met and attacked each other with hungry lust.

My futa-cock throbbed and spasmed. My pussy clenched. A small hand grabbed my cock. I hardly noticed Kathy stroking me as I stared in awe at my older sisters making out with such enthusiasm. Their tongues danced together. Their bodies shuddered.

I licked my lips, the sight turning me on so much. My girl-cock throbbed in Kathy’s hand. She pumped up and down me faster as the twins moaned. They drifted into the office, kissing each other with hunger, grabbing the other’s ass.

“They are so hot together,” moaned Kathy. “Incest is the best.”

“That’s what Allie says,” I panted.

“She’s a great girl. I’ve wanted to get with her and…” Kathy grinned. “We’re going to have a threesome, aren’t we?”

“Maybe a foursome.” I shuddered. “I have to share you both with your mother, after all. Allie would love nursing from her.”

“Yes!” Kathy moaned. She glanced over her shoulder. “Ooh, the strap-on’s donned. Let’s get to it. I want you in me. You’re bigger than any guy I’ve fucked. I hope you don’t ruin me for dudes. I like muscled guys. You should see my dad! Such a stud.”

“I doubt I will,” I said. “Incest is the best.”

The twins nodded as they kissed. Then they broke away and stared at each other. They were having one of their “telepathic” moments. They had grown out of using their special twin language, but they were so close that they could share things with looks.

I guess it was to see who got to be on top as they sank down on the floor without any fuss, Tara stretching out on her back and Sara climbing on top. My futa-dick throbbed in Kathy’s hand as my older sisters came together in twincestuous passion. Sara planted her shaved twat on Tara’s face and dove for that pierced clit.

They squealed together.

The sounds of their licking rose above the other noises. Kathy fell to her hands and knees before me, staring right at my older sisters. I groaned and then dropped behind her. My big futa-dick, still wet with coach Clarkson’s pussy juices, bobbed. I smacked Kathy’s rump with it.

She giggled and wiggled that bum. She clearly wasn’t a stranger to being spanked. I bet she loved it when her daddy disciplined her.

I shuddered and, for the first time since becoming a futa, I thought about a guy. Not me fucking him or him fucking me, but Kathy’s dad fucking her. The idea swelled up to the tip of my cock. I hoped she got that chance.

I slid my cock down through her butt-cheeks, leaving a trail of pussy juices, and found her asshole. I pressed past that naughty hole and went for her pussy. As much as I wanted to fuck her sphincter, I was eager to try out her snatch.

Compare mother and daughter.

I crossed her taint to the black-haired girl’s juicy twat. I rubbed up and down the eighteen-year-old girl’s snatch. She groaned and pressed back into me. Her labia spread wide to swallow the tip of my cock.

“Oh, you’re big,” she moaned. “Fuck me while we watch the twins go at it!”

“Yes, fuck her,” purred Dean Washington. She was right behind me. Her strap-on’s tip nudged into my rump. “She’ll turn into a complete brat if you don’t.”

“I know a girl just like that,” I said and rammed forward.

Kathy groaned as I sank into her cunt. Her passion rose over the sounds of my older sisters feasting on each other. My crotch smacked into the girl’s rump, her tush rubbing into my fiery bush. I had my eyes locked on Tara and Sara as they loved each other.

It was such a beautiful sight.

Then I shuddered, feeling Kathy’s tight pussy around my dick. She had a hotter grip than her mother, but there was a certain similarity in how they gripped me. After having a few kids, Mrs. Greene wasn’t this tight, but her pussy still held my cock and gave me all the stimulation I craved.

And her daughter had me shuddering in rapture.

I drew back and smiled at the silky grip squeezing around my cock. The amazing pleasure rippled through me. An incredible delight that would have me gasping and shuddering. I slammed back into her depths, reveling in her pussy.

On my next pullback, Dean Washington’s dildo found my pussy lips. I shivered in delight as she nuzzled in. She rubbed against me. I whimpered, this wild rush shooting through my body. My cunt drooled in excitement as I slid my cunt back onto her shaft. She entered me with ease.

“You lost your cherry,” she moaned. “I wanted to take that.”

“Sorry, Dean!” I moaned. “My mom’s boss got it first. She’s a wild thing.”

“Ms. Petrov and you?” gasped Tara. “Oh, god, you went to work with Mom after classes yesterday…”

“Is Mom and Ms, Petrov…?” Sara asked, lifting her head from Tara’s snatch.

“They are,” I said. “Ms. Petrov’s a bitch and it’s so kinky. I’ll tell you later!”

“Oh, my, you have been a naughty futa,” moaned Dean Washington as she drove her dildo deep into my cunt.

I gasped and groaned, my pussy clenching onto her shaft while my clit-dick pumped away at Kathy’s tight cunt. The eighteen-year-old cutie rocked back into my strokes, working her pussy up and down my cock while Dean Washington hammered me from behind.

I groaned, the Black woman reaching around me to cup my round breasts. She kneaded my tits and fucked me hard with her dildo. Her boobs caressed my back. She moaned and gasped, savoring hammering my cunt while I did the same to Kathy’s twat.

My eyes watched my sisters. Sara’s ass clenched beneath Tara’s kneading fingers. They devoured each other, building to an orgasm just like me. I shuddered, knowing I was going to fuck my older sisters today.

It was such a heady rush. The last members of my family. Maybe I’d breed them, too.

Then it hit me. We didn’t have to hide anything. If Allie got pregnant, Mom wouldn’t be mad. The twins would understand. And if Mom or the twins came up preggers, well, that would be fine, too. We’d be such a happy family.

I thrust away hard and fast now. I fucked Kathy Greene’s cunt hard, my mind burning with such wicked, incestuous thoughts. The twins, Allie, and our mother were all pregnant in my mind, all clutching their round bellies.

“Oh, I want that!” I moaned, my pussy clenching down on Dean Washington’s thrusting cock. “I want that so badly!”

“What do you want, you naughty thing?” the dean purred.

“To cum!” I lied. “Yes, yes, fuck that dildo in and out of me!”

I pounded hard into Kathy’s tight cunt. The younger girl whimpered and moaned. She swirled her hips as she rocked back into me. Our flesh slapped together. Then Dean Washington’s crotch smacked into my butt. Her hands clenched on my breasts.

We drove ourselves to our orgasms just like the twins did. My moans mixed with the others’. Briana was getting eaten out by one of the professors now. The secretary and the coach fingered each other as they watched. The cheerleader sixty-nined with the third professor now, the duo loving each other as hard as my sisters did to each other.

It was all so delicious. So heady. The ache built and built in my ovaries. My pussy drank in the friction of Dean Washington’s thick dildo. I reveled in the silky glide of Kathy’s delicious cunt. All these heady sensations mixed in me.

“Oh, god, yes!” I moaned. “I’m going to cum in your pussy, Kathy!”

“You better!” groaned the eighteen-year-old girl. “Ooh, fire it in me. Flood me like you did my mom!”

“Yes!” hissed Dean Washington, digging her fingers into my tits as she pounded my cunt with her strap-on. Her bush rubbed into my ass every time she buried the toy into my depths. “Cum in the slut!”

She drove that dildo deep into me, the force of the Black dean’s thrust burying my futa-dick to the hilt in Kathy’s cunt. Her pussy convulsed. Went wild. Her flesh spasmed around my girl-cock. The rippling delight froze my thrusts.

I just stayed buried in her, enjoying her orgasming flesh rippling around me. Her cunt sucked at me while Dean Washington plunged her dildo into my pussy deep and hard. She buried into my depths. She plugged me hard and fast. It was incredible. The friction drove me closer and closer to erupting.

“Are you cumming!” the dean moaned, her fingers sliding up to pinch my nipples.

She twisted them.

I gasped, “Almost there. I… I…” Pleasure burst from my nipples. Kathy’s cunt sucked at my dick. Dean Washington’s dildo massaged my pussy. “Yes!”

My futa-cock erupted. Hot jizz pumped out of my dick. The pleasure surged through me as my cunt convulsed around the sex toy. It was incredible. An amazing rush as my ecstasy fired from my transformed clit and the rapture washed out of my writhing snatch.

I moaned and gasped as my dual pleasures burned through my mind. Kathy’s hungry snatch milked my pussy. Dean Washington’s dildo buried over and over into me. She fucked me hard and fast. She buried into me, stimulating me.

“Oh, that’s so good!” I moaned. “I’m cumming so hard!”

“Yes!” the dean moaned. She slammed her dildo into me and pinched my nipples hard. Her boobs rubbed into my back as she shook.

The three of us were cumming as my sisters rolled apart. Sara ended up on her back, her face smeared in pussy cream. So was Tara’s. Then she climbed onto Sara, the pair kissing, their pussies aimed in my direction. Tara’s pierced clit rubbed into Sara’s bud.

I groaned and said, “I get to fuck my sisters!”

“Yes, you do!” Dean Washington moaned.

“Yes, yes, fuck them hard!” gasped Kathy, her pussy working out the last of my cum. “Ooh, who wants to lick me clean!”

“You get that cunt on my face right now,” ordered the brown-haired professor. Was that Mrs. Johnson? Didn’t her husband teach shop?

How naughty.

Kathy crawled off my cock. I groaned as I popped out. My jizz followed. The brown-haired stretched out on her back in time for the eighteen-year-old hottie to sit down and plant her cum-filled snatch right on the married professor’s face.

I shuddered, pussy cream dripping from the end of my dick. Dean Washington pulled her strap-on out of my cunt and then looked around. “Briana, I want to fuck that tight ass of yours.”

“Yes, Dean Washington,” my friend said. She knelt down to have a perfect view of me and my older sisters. “Enjoy, Jenny.”

“I will,” I said then frowned. “You’ve had sex with my sisters before me. I never even knew and…” My eyes widened. “You were gone forever at my nineteenth birthday slumber party! You slipped off to have a threesome with them, didn’t you?”

“You noticed?” she said. “Thought everyone had passed out by then.”

I shuddered. I was learning so much about my family. On Sunday I didn’t know my twin sisters were lovers and part of a secret lesbian club at my college, that my Christian mother was the sub in a BDSM relationship with her dominatrix boss, nor that my bratty sister thought incest was the hottest thing in the world and wanted to kick start it in the family.

Was I the only normal one before I grew a dick?

I shook my head, pushing that thought down. It didn’t matter. I was a hot and wild futa now. I loved it. I wouldn’t change anything that had happened to me since Sunday. I was glad I had sex with my little sister, Pita, Wendy and Victoria, Dean Washington, Mrs. Asis, Mom, the salesgirl, Mrs. Greene, Ivana, and now I had added more lovers. Coach Clarkson, Kelly, and soon my older sisters.

What a wild life.

“Finally,” Tara said when I rubbed my cock into her pussy, nudging her clit piercing and stroking her labia.

“Oh, well, if you’re going to be like that,” I said, sounding like a brat. I slid my cock down to Sara’s pussy.

“What?” Tara gasped. “I’m the oldest.”

“I’m cuter,” Sara said.

“She’s also ahead of you in the alphabet,” I said and thrust into Sara’s pussy.

“Damn!” Tara moaned.

“Oh, yes!” Sara gasped.

I sank into my older sister’s pussy. Her silky snatch embraced me as I slid deeper and deeper. She gasped, her cunt clenching down on me. She grabbed Tara’s rump, holding tight to it while I dived to the hilt. My red bush rubbed into Tara’s cunt.

“How is she?” Tara asked.

Sara groaned.

“That good, huh?”

Instead of answering, they kissed. Sara’s fingers dug into Tara’s rump. The silky cunt clamped down on me. I reveled in being in my older sister’s snatch. But, were she and Tara were identical? I had to find out what my other sister felt like.

The last member of my family I needed to make love to.

I ripped my cock out of Sara’s cunt, shifted up, and buried into Tara’s. She moaned into their kiss while I sank into her snatch. I frowned. Their pussies didn’t feel identical. They were different, Tara’s caressing my cock in a new way.

Not bad, just different.

I drew back, sliding through her sheath, and then popped out, I shifted and buried into Sara. I groaned as I sank into her, feeling the way her pussy clenched. The spots she was tight. How she caressed my shaft’s tip. The incestuous pleasure flowed down my cock. I reveled in it, my cunt clenching tight. I pumped a few times in her while the twins kissed.

Then I was back into Tara’s pussy. She felt tight in the same spots, but it still wasn’t quite the same. Almost like mirrors of each other. I groaned as I pumped away at Tara’s cunt, plowing into my oldest sister for a few strokes with passion.

“You’re upside!” I gasped as I pulled out of Tara’s cunt and slammed into Sara’s.

Tara broke the kiss with our sister and threw a look over her shoulder, blonde hair dancing. “What? Upside down?”

“Your pussies!” I moaned, plowing into Sara’s cunt. She rubbed along the top of my cock the way Tara’s cunt did along the bottom. “They didn’t feel the same, so close, but it’s because Tara’s upside down. Or she’s not oriented right.”

“Wow,” groaned Tara. “We’re that identical, huh?”

“Yes!” I moaned and ripped out of Sara’s pussy to bury into Tara’s.

It was so sweet to go from twin to twin, sliding into identical cunt after identical cunt. Incestuous cunts. It was amazing to have this experience. I groaned, driving hard and deep into Tara’s pussy before burying to the hilt in Sara’s.

I fucked her delicious cunt, my crotch smacking into Tara’s pussy lips, before I was ripping out and plunging back into our oldest sister. It was so hot. So amazing. The few heartbeats I spent outside of pussy let my cock cool down just a smidge.

It prolonged the pleasure.

They were kissing, moaning, and grinding their clits together. They shared their pleasure, both enjoying my cock as much as I enjoyed their cunts. My pussy clenched every time I pulled out of one of their pussies and then rejoiced when I slid back into the other’s tight twat.

“That’s so hot to watch!” moaned Briana.

“Yes, it is,” gasped Coach Clarkson as she tribbed with the cheerleader.

“Mmm, fuck your sisters hard,” Dean Washington. “I’m going to lick out Sara’s cunt.”

“I get Tara’s!” the coach said.

“Sounds good!” I moaned, switching from Sara’s to Tara’s snatch.

My breasts heaved. They bounced before me as I fucked away hard and fast. My fiery curls danced. I loved this meeting. My moans echoed through the room, reverberating off the walls as I plowed into my sister’s hard. Fast.

The ache in my ovaries grew, matching the pressure at the tip of my girl-dick. My older sisters were bringing me to the brink of my orgasm so fast. I would be exploding soon. My cum just firing out of my cock and bathing their bodies.

It would be amazing.

My pussy dripped juices. I fucked hard and fast into my sisters’ cunts. Back and forth, the ache building. Their moans growing. I wasn’t the only one rising towards a climax. I stimulated the twins with my clit-dick.

“Oh, god, yes!” gasped Briana behind me. “Dean Washington!”

“Such a good, little anal slut!” hissed the dean.

“Coach Clarkson!” the cheerleader whimpered.

“Oh, yes, yes, Mrs. Johnson!” gasped Kelly, her small breasts jiggling. “Lick out all that cream. Ooh, you cleaned out the jizz so fast.”

I groaned as I hurtled towards that moment of eruption. I plunged into Sara’s pussy. I buried into her as her pussy convulsed. She bucked, squealing into her kiss with Tara. I shuddered at the feel of her sheath rippling around me.

It was intense. I wanted to cum.

Tara hadn’t.

I pulled my cock out of the spasming heaven of Sara’s cunt and rammed into the juicy heaven of Tara’s pussy. I slid deep into her and groaned at the wonderful delight of sinking all the way in her. I pulled back and thrust in again. And again. I was so close to cumming.

Tara beat me to it.

She ripped her mouth away from Sara’s lips to moan, “Jenny, yes, yes!”

“I’m cumming so hard, too!” Sara moaned.

“Flood your sisters!” hissed the dean. “Make sure you pump Sara’s cunt full of enough cum for me to enjoy.”

“Yes, Dean Washington!” I howled as I slammed back into my sister’s pussy.

I erupted into Tara.

My cum fired out of me. I shuddered, my pussy convulsing wildly. The ecstasy slammed through my body. An incestuous rush that came from fucking my older sisters. I whimpered, counting the squirts of jizz.

One. Two. Three. Switch.

The fourth blast splattered both their pussies then I buried into Sara’s convulsing twat. Her writhing flesh milked out the next few. I gasped and moaned, bucking through my rapture as I pumped my fertile seed into both my older sister’s pussies.

“So good!” I whimpered, Sara’s snatch milking me dry.

“Coach Clarkson, I got cum for you!” Tara moaned.

“Don’t worry, Dean Washington, Jenny pumped more than enough spunk in me. You’re going to get a feast.”

“Good,” moaned the dean. “I’m starving.”

I smiled and pulled out of my sister, buzzing from the joy of fucking both the twins. I had a moment to appreciate their pussies pressed together, Tara’s clit ring gleaming, with my cum dribbling out of their holes and splattered across their vulvas.

I’d fucked my entire family now. What a week.

Sadly, the lunch hour was up not long after that. I did get to become fuck buddies with my friend, Briana. She would be heading to class with an asshole full of my futa-cum. After I dressed, I took the twins’ arms and led them away.

“Tonight, we have to play a prank on Allie,” I said, a big grin on my face.

Tara and Sara both gave me interested looks. “Okay. What sort of prank?”

“Well, I was thinking…” I explained my idea to them. They both were nodding their heads in complete agreement.

“Can’t wait for you and Allie to get back from your study date over at Pita’s and…” Tara trailed off. “Are you and Allie going to have sex with Pita?”

I grinned. “And her mom.”

“I am impressed, Jenny.” Sara smiled at me. “You have really blossomed. I guess you’re not our kid sister any longer.”

“Neither is Allie,” said Tara, sounding a little stunned as she realized it. Then she smiled at me. “Well, it’ll give us some time to study ourselves before you two get home.”

“And by study…?” I arched my eyebrows.

“We mean study,” said Tara.

“We’re trying to get into a prestigious law school,” added Sara. “We’re not doing that if we don’t study. You should think about it, too. There’s more to life than sex.”

“Really? That’s not what my life’s been like.”

“Well, you are a futa.” Tara shuddered. “Tonight is going to be hot.”

To be continued…

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Just a little something I wrote after a particularly strange and erotic dream. Please vote and leave constructive criticism and I hope you enjoy.

All my life I’ve been a bit strange and a bit of an outcast because I see things that aren’t there. I think that the things I see are ghosts or spirits, I first came to that conclusion when I was very young and described seeing an elderly woman standing in my bedroom and watching me as I tried to sleep when I described her to my mom she told me that the woman I had described was my grandma who had died years before I was born. I see these spirits pretty often and when I do they always look like people, not see through, not like a shadow or even like a mist but just like a normal person. There are two main reasons I know that they aren’t a normal person and they are that the actual people walking around don’t acknowledge them and even walk right through them, the other reason is because the moment that I notice them I get this sensation like a blast of Arctic wind mixed with static electricity that sweeps through my body.

The fact that I can see these spirits has affected my life quite severely as some of the spirits that I see realise that I can see them and once they make that realisation they don’t like to leave me alone. Fortunately most spirits seem to be trapped in certain places but unfortunately both the house I grew up in and the high school I went to were places were spirits were trapped with the spirit in the house and three at the school all aware that I could see them. The spirits at my high school were especially unrelenting with one in particular, a huge six foot tall obese man, who liked to follow me around all day at school shouting explicit and disgusting sexual things at me or just calling me a whole bunch or disgusting and derogatory terms.

The spirit of the disgusting huge man was the worst while the others at my school just wanted to talk all the time which as you can imagine was not easy for a teenage girl to handle during classes and made it next to impossible to speak to people and make friends. The spirit that lived in my childhood home was a completely different story and was actually a rather beautiful teenage girl, she was about high school age and I think she actually knew things about me before I knew them, things like my sexuality. I didn’t realise I was a lesbian until my last year of high school but the spirit of the girl in my house seemed to know and liked to tease me by calling me gay and saying all these sexual things and that I wanted to do them to her, she would also appear in my bed in all manner of suggestive poses but would leave when I ignored her and got into bed.

I started to learn everything that I could about spirits, the occult and all kinds of religions both modern and ancient so I could figure out why I see and hear the things that only I seem to. I never did learn why I see and hear spirits but I did learn ways to get them to leave me alone and also that it isn’t just places that are haunted but that objects and people can also become haunted. The knowledge that I gained on how to protect myself from spirits started to come in useful when I moved into an apartment all on my own, it came in useful a week after I moved in when one of my neighbours approached me and demanded that I take this children’s toy off of her. I thought that she was crazy or maybe an addict but when she asked me to hear her out I did just that and what she told me made me think that she wasn’t crazy but did need my help.

The woman explained to me that the toy would move on it’s own and make noises without anyone being near it and even made noises that it shouldn’t be able to make. She told me that the day I moved in the toy started making a new noise, a noise that sounded like a voice saying the words new girl. I was naturally freaked out by her story but it just got even more crazy when she told me that since she heard the toy making that noise that sounded like speaking she had actually started having dreams about a girl, a girl she didn’t recognise until she saw me that day and decide that she was going to try and get me to take the toy off her hands.

I did take the toy off of the woman but what I didn’t know at the time was that the toy and the child’s spirit attached to it would spark a fascination with collecting haunted objects. It has been two years now since I took possession of that haunted children’s toy and thanks to a well paying job I have moved out of that apartment and into a nice little house where I have a room dedicated to the storage of haunted objects. I have collected a variety of different haunted objects from toys and dolls to jewellery and ornamental boxes, even a wardrobe, I was worried at first about the spirits attached to the objects and how they would now start haunting and bothering me so I covered every wall, window and even the door with protective symbols, sigils, spells and prayers from a variety of religions and spiritual beliefs.

I enjoy collecting the haunted objects and I enjoy my job too which you would think would make me happy but the thing is I am still lonely. Spirits still bother me and the place where I work is an old building where there are multiple spirits that like to follow me around shouting at me and speaking about and to me which still makes it very hard for me to make friends or find a girlfriend. I pass my time at home studying religions and spiritual teachings for ways to protect myself from spirits and how to get them to leave me alone or stop speaking and shouting at me like they do but unfortunately I haven’t found anything yet.

My obsession with haunted objects has lead me all over the place from rich upscale neighbourhood’s to houses that look so run down you would think they should be abandoned but my favourite places to find haunted objects are car boot sales and yard sales. I had decided to go to a car boot sale this weekend to look for haunted objects but I didn’t have much luck until I was getting ready to leave and was drawn to this one stall but more specifically a small fabric doll. The doll looks like it has been hand stitched with long black hair and blue buttons for eyes which make it weirdly resemble myself but that isn’t what draws me to the doll what does draw me to it is the weird and unrecognisable energy coming off of it.

I end up buying the doll and taking it home with me but for the whole journey home I feel that same strange energy coming off of the doll and I still can’t figure out who is attached to the doll or why they haven’t shown themselves to me. The fact that the spirit attached to the doll hasn’t shown itself or made its presence know is weird to me because usually spirits are eager to talk to me which makes me thing that maybe it is the spirit of a shy person who once owned or even stitched the doll. The idea that it is the spirit of a shy person doesn’t explain the weird energy coming off of it, an energy the likes of which I’ve never felt before from any spirit, which makes me fascinated with it and has me wanting to figure out what kind of spirit is attached to the doll and why their energy feels so strange.

The energy from the spirit attached to the doll fascinates me so much that when I get home instead of taking it straight to the room where I keep all of the other haunted objects I actually set it down on my kitchen table as I cook and eat dinner. I don’t really understand my actions as I bring the doll with me to the sofa as I watch a little bit of TV before heading up to bed where I also take the doll with me and set it on a chest of draws at the side of the room which is something I have never done before or would ever imagine doing. Today is a day for a number of firsts because instead of climbing into bed in my usual bedtime attire of an oversized t shirt and a pair of panties I actually climb into bed completely naked.

I have a bit of trouble actually getting to sleep as I feel restless and keep tossing and turning unable to get comfortable until I finally do fall into what at first seems to be a deep sleep. My sleep doesn’t last long and I seemingly awake suddenly to the feeling of hands on both of my arms and legs pinning me down on the bed, I try to scream but I can’t seem to open my mouth so instead I attempt to struggle and thrash around throwing my attacker off of me or just making it too much hassle for them to deal with but again I can’t move. My inability to move or even scream has me more scared than anything in my life and that fear is dialled up even more so when suddenly a dark figure appears in the corner of my vision, I can’t see the figure properly but from what I can see the figure is definitely feminine and definitely not a living human.

I’m certain that bringing that hand stitched and haunted doll into my bedroom and not taking it straight into the safe room with the other haunted objects is what is causing this night terror or sleep paralysis or whatever this is. I curse myself for bringing the doll into my room and also curse the spirit attached to the doll because it is obvious the spirit is what is causing this episode of sleep paralysis as I’ve never experienced it before. I try to close my eyes as the black shadow figure approaches me because for the first time since I was a child I am actually scared of a spirit but again I find myself unable to move and I have to keep my eyes open as the shadow figure approaches me.

I don’t know what this spirit is doing or what it has in mind as it stands at the side of my bed looming above me and looking down at me but then the shadow figure starts to shimmer. The spirit starts to change within the shimmer and I have to watch as it starts to morph from a full black shadow figure into what appears to be a girl, the girl spirit looks a lot like the doll with long wavy black hair and piercing icy blue eyes. This new form of the spirit can only be described as beautiful with her icy blue eyes and pale skin contrasting with her pitch black hair, she has soft facial features that give her a kind of innocent appearance but that innocence is ruined by the fact that she is naked showing off a large pair of boobs that has me feeling both jealous and slightly aroused.

The spirit seems to know that I am feeling a little bit aroused because she smiles down at me with an almost teasing and sexual smile that has my heart racing in a completely new way. That erotically teasing smile and the new sense of arousal I feel seem to change everything about this encounter as the hands that had been pinning down my arms and legs now release some of their pressure and start to rub and massage the same limbs that they had been restraining only moments ago. The sensation of these invisible hands massaging my bare flesh is actually a rather pleasurable feeling even if I am still unable to move, then the spirit increases its attention with another pair of hands joining the pair already massaging my legs so now I have hands massaging both my lower legs and my thighs in a way that I’m sure would have me moaning softly if I could actually make a sound.

The spirit doesn’t stop with just massaging my arms and legs and I feel more hands touching me with a pair of hands suddenly touching my stomach massaging and lightly trailing over me. Hands suddenly start touching my boobs too with one on each of my breasts massaging and manipulating my chest in a way that would definitely have me moaning in pleasure if I could. The hands on my thighs start to make their way higher and higher as the hands on my tits increases their efforts until they are teasing around the outside of my vagina in the most erotic encounter I’ve ever experienced and making me wish that they would cover that last little distance and actually touch my pussy.

My wish is granted a moment later but not by the hands that are already on my thighs but by a new hand that traces my pussy lips making me realise that I am dripping wet as the new hand spreads my juices around my pussy. The fingers of the new hand have made a few circles around my pussy and I’m desperate for them to pay attention to my clit or even penetrate me but they don’t what does happen is a new sensation on both of my nipples which can only be described as a wet tongue circling and flicking over each of my nipples at the same time. The spirit doesn’t need to take the hands away from my boobs as the tongues start playing with my nipples so I have hands massaging my tits at the same time as I have a tongue teasing each of my nipples, that isn’t all though because along with the hands all over the rest of my body a new hand materialises and starts to gently caress my cheek and face.

The feeling of hands on my arms, legs, stomach, face, boobs and pussy along with the tongues on nipples is such an overwhelming and pleasurable feeling that I feel like I am right on the edge of a mind blowing orgasm and need only a small amount of attention on my clit or to just have something penetrate me to push me over the edge. I get what I hope for a second later as the hand circling my pussy suddenly withdraws and I feel something that resembles the dildo in my bedside cabinet push inside my pussy triggering an orgasm so strong that I actually move for the first time since this all started but that movement isn’t any controlled movement but is instead my whole body shaking and vibrating with my orgasm.

My orgasm is so intense that not only does my whole body shake but I start to see stars behind my eyes and feel weak like I am about to pass out but the feeling passes and I come back to my senses with the feeling of lips kissing my own. The stars in my eyes slowly fade away and I see that the spirit of the girl is no longer looming above me while staring down at me but has actually leaned over the bed and is the one kissing me. The kiss is passionate and I feel myself able to move my lips which I willingly part allowing the tongue that had been tracing my lips access into my mouth where it meets my tongue which I can now move and we begin a kind of seductive dance as our tongues swirl around in my mouth.

I can feel the hands continue to massage my different body parts along with the tongues teasing my nipples and the thick penis like appendage buried in my pussy as the spirits and my own tongue dance in our kiss but while I can feel all these sensations I feel another impossible sensation. The impossible sensation I feel is a floating kind of feeling like I am levitating up into the air off of my bed and while I’m thinking about how impossible that is I start to feel new hands on my body. I feel hands running gently up and down my back and hands massaging the back of my thighs but best of all is the feeling of a hand on each of my ass cheeks that roughly squeeze, massage and spread my ass.

The combination of all the feelings all over my body is overwhelming but in the best way possible and I’m sure that if I was able to make a sound then I would be moaning so loud that everyone for a mile around me would hear it. The moment that I think about how pleasurable this all is the penis like appendage buried in my pussy seems to grow in both length and girth until I can feel it pressing against my cervix and spreading me in a way that is slightly painful but also massively pleasurable. I desperately want to moan out my pleasure but can’t as the huge appendage in my pussy starts to move slowly out of me to the point where I feel empty and then moves back inside me a bit quicker until I feel it pushing against my cervix again.

The large appendage starts to speed up until it is fucking me in a way that I’m sure would have my boobs bouncing if they weren’t being manhandled by a pair of hands with tongues also teasing my nipples. I don’t think about why I don’t seem to need to breath as the spirit continues to kiss me passionately with our tongues dancing together as hands seem to touch every inch of my body. I can feel myself climbing towards another orgasm as the thick appendage fucks me deeply stretching my pussy to an almost painful degree and hitting my cervix with each thrust which causes a mix between a little bit of pain and an extreme amount of pleasure.

I can feel myself right on the edge of my second orgasm as the thick appendage hits my cervix with every thrust and I’m sure that any second now it will push me over into my orgasm but that isn’t what triggers my orgasm. The thing that does push me over the edge into a second world shattering orgasm is the sudden presence of a tongue that circles around and then flicks over my clit sending me over the edge into an orgasm that I’m sure would have me screaming out my pleasure if I could actually make a sound. I think that as my entire body shakes and trembles from the intense orgasm I pass out for a moment because everything goes dark even though I am unable to close my eyes and I lose all feeling in my body.

I finally come back to my senses what feels like minutes later and as I do I feel a few things, the thick appendage is still thrusting in and out of me stretching me and hitting my cervix but now instead of just a tongue licking my clit it now feels like a full mouth licking and sucking the button of nerves. I can also feel some new things happening beneath me with two sets of fingers spreading my ass while a pair of hands still groping my ass cheeks but at the same time it feels like a tongue licking around and across my tight virgin asshole. The tongues on my nipples have changed in the same way that the tongue on my clit has and have both become full mouths that now instead of just licking my nipples are also sucking on my nipples as the hands continue to massage and manipulate my tits.

I can feel myself climbing my way back to another orgasm almost as soon as I come back to my senses with all the different sensations I’m feeling making that climb an easy task. The mouths on my nipples along with the tongue teasing my virgin asshole, the mouth and tongue assaulting my clit and the thick appendage slamming into my pussy and hitting my cervix has me right on the edge of another orgasm mere moments after recovering from the last one. The thing that tips me over the edge into my third orgasm is the feeling of a mouth on my neck softly kissing me before sucking on the skin of my neck giving me a slightly painful love bite.

This orgasm isn’t as powerful as the previous two but it does come with the unexpected and previously thought impossible surprise of me squirting. I have seen videos of women squirting but I have never squirted before not even with the help of a vibrator or dildo and never thought that I would be able to so I can’t believe it that a spirit haunting a doll has been able to make me squirt. I can actually feel myself squirting with my juices forcing themselves out from around the thick appendage that has buried itself as far inside me as it can giving me an amazing full feeling as waves of pleasure sweep through my body.

My orgasm doesn’t last long and again when I come down from it the spirit changes things up and the tongue licking and teasing my asshole is replaced by what feels like a slick and lubricated finger. The wet finger applies pressure to my tight virgin hole and I know what is coming next, I’m scared about this because I’ve never even thought about putting anything in my ass and never really wanted to either. I’m glad that I’m unable to move because I’m sure that I would be tensing up right now as the wet finger circles my ass applying slightly more pressure with each rotation, I know that if I was able to tense up then what is coming next would hurt so I hope that I can’t because then it won’t hurt.

I feel so scared as the soaked finger stops circling my ass and starts to apply pressure until slowly but surely it pushes inside me. I think that all of the other things being done to me at the same time distracts me enough that I only feel a slight bit of pain as the finger pushes inside me. The pain isn’t too strong but it is enough to send a new kind of electric shock through my body bringing my body to a new height of sensitivity, I had been getting used to and almost numb to the hands, lips and tongues all over my body but that little shock of pain has made it so I can feel everything again but even more intense than before. The way I feel right now has me once again on the verge of another orgasm and as the finger in my ass slowly starts to sink deeper inside me I experience another shaking orgasm that leaves me feeling like I’m about to black out.

There are two sensations that bring me back from the edge of blacking out, one of those feelings is the mouth on my neck kissing and softly biting around my neck and across my collarbone, the other feeling is the penis like appendage in my pussy and the finger like appendage in my ass starting to fuck me. The feelings I’m experiencing are so overwhelming with my body being mauled, massaged, kissed, licked, bitten and fucked that I don’t think I would be able to moan even if I could, I feel like the only sound I would be able to make around the tongue and lips of the girls spirit is a choked groaning like sound.

I am still experiencing the aftershocks of my last orgasm but with everything happening to me I’m already starting the climb towards another orgasm. I don’t know how I have already experienced four orgasms and can still be conscious and building towards a fifth. I’m sure that if this was real and not a result of some weird dream then I probably would have lost consciousness fully and be unresponsive to what was happening to me or begging for mercy and not to have another orgasm. This is a dream though and I can feel myself wanting more, another four orgasms, another ten, I don’t want this to end, I feel like a being made out of pure sexual desire and lust like I could stay right here like this having orgasm after orgasm until the world ends or I do.

The climb towards my fifth orgasm doesn’t last long with hands caressing, massaging and mauling seemingly ever inch of my body, the lips and tongues teasing my nipples and clit while also teasing and bruising my neck with kisses and love bites, there is also the lips and tongue of the spirit girl who’s tongue dances with my own as we share a passionate kiss that seems to last eternity. The thick penis like appendage stretching my pussy and hitting my cervix with every thrust combines with the finger like appendage in my ass so that at least one is buried deep inside me when the other isn’t and then after a few thrusts both plunging inside me at the same time. I can hear wet slurping type noises as the appendages assault both of my holes, I can feel the penis like appendage rubbing against my g spot with every thrust and the finger like appendage scraping at the wall between my pussy and ass like it wants to slowly wear the skin down until it is inside my pussy too.

My fifth orgasm is the strongest so far and while my while body shakes and convulses I can feel myself squirting again, my juices forcing themselves around the penis like appendage and firing out of my pussy like I’m trying to paint the bedroom walls with my girl cum. My body is still shaking and I’ve barely come down from my orgasm when another one barrels into me sending wave after wave of almost agonising pleasure through my body, my orgasms at this point are equal parts pain and pleasure with my pussy feeling sore and stretched and my body being stimulated to the point where every touch, every little movement feels like bolts of lightning hitting me.

I think that I experience another four or five orgasms in the same way with one rolling pretty much straight into the next but it gets hard to keep track and could be much more as my body feels like one big orgasm machine and I feel dizzy and on the edge of blacking out. I think that if I was able to make a sound then I would be begging and pleading for no more orgasms but I can’t and I’m sure that even if I could I wouldn’t be able to say anything and would just be making low groaning sounds unable to vocalise my need for this to end or even just to have a break.

The dream ends abruptly as one moment I’m experiencing yet another orgasm coming straight off the back of another again not coming all the way down from the previous orgasm, the next moment I’m slowly waking up with sunlight peeking through my curtains. I’m usually horny in the mornings to the point where I have my alarm set for earlier than I need just so I can get myself off before getting out of bed or in the shower but today I don’t feel like that at all, I actually feel sexually satisfied like I’ve already had a great orgasm. I don’t understand why I feel satisfied with the dream I had during the night I should be feeling more horny and turned on than I usually would, I’ve had dreams less intense and arousing than that one that have left me hurrying to grab my dildo or slipping my hand under my t shirt and panties but today I don’t feel that way.

I don’t feel much as I come awake almost like my body is numb but then I stretch on the bed and multiple sensations make themselves known, sensations I have never experienced before. The first sensation that I notice is a pain in my pussy, a kind of soreness and a feeling like I am gaping open as if I’ve had something big inside me, the second sensation is a similar feeling to the one in my pussy but including more pain and is in my ass. The feelings in my ass and pussy open the floodgates and suddenly I’m feeling different sensations all across my body, my arms and legs feel relaxed and like my muscles are made of jelly, my neck stings in little spots, my ass and tits feel like they have been mauled and my nipples are tingling in a way I’ve never felt before.

“No, surely that wasn’t all real.” I say softly to myself with the feelings in my body making me start to doubt that what I experienced last night was actually a dream.

The idea that a spirit was not only able to touch me but do so much to me and make me orgasm a countless number of times terrifies me because what else would it be able to do to me if it wanted to. I sit up on the bed feeling amazing and sexually satisfied beyond my wildest dreams but also feeling uneasy and honestly scared of the spirit and the doll it is attached to, I feel even more scared when I look over at the chest of drawers where I set the doll before going to bed and see that it is no longer there. I start to panic when I see that the doll is no longer where I left it making me jump up out of bed where I hear a soft dull thud at the end of the bed, I walk around to the end of the bed and there on the floor is the doll looking like it had fallen off of the bed as I jumped up.

“What the actual fuck.” I gasp in shock and fear as I look down on the hand stitched doll with the idea that last night had been reality and not a dream seeming more and more like a fact.

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how a woman and her half sister, learned to love each other

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she was my sister, i kept repeating that…. i had to… She and i would take a shower together, and i would watch the water slide off her tall, tanned body. she had perky breasts with small round nipples, a big bubbly butt that shook, and quivered every time she moved. she was a foot taller then me, with shoulder length jet black hair. she shaved her pussy, and it was so compact, and tight, and looked so delicious…

she’s my sister…
she’s my sister…
she’s my sister…

She and i had become closer over the past few months. she shared with me that her and her boyfriend had an open relationship, because she was Bi, so i had to confess that my husband and i were open for the same reason. she and i lived in two completely different states, so when she said something about coming for a visit, my heart leaped, because i did love my half sister, and because she had been the point of a shared fantasy between my husband and I for months.

she came alone, because her boy friend couldn’t get off work, and she left the kids with him, so after a day of talking about family this and that, my husband came up with the idea of introducing her to a good friend of ours, who just happened to be a stripper, who just happened to be working that night. she smiled because she hadn’t been in a strip club for years, and had never went with her little sister.

as we walked into the club i heard a voice yell out, “Jon, Jessica! over here!” it was Mandy, my favorite stripper that had grown to be a close friend, i smiled and took my sister by the hand and led her over to her. Mandy hugged me, and i felt the pressure of her large breasts against my face like always. Mandy was just so much taller than me. “Mandy, this is my sister, Ronda.” the shook hands, and that’s when i noticed, that my sister, could have nearly been an identical twin to Mandy, instantly, my mind flashed with thoughts of us three naked in bed, rubbing each other, and me sliding my tongue over Ronda’s tight pussy…. SHE’S MY SISTER…..

“You ok babe?” Jon put his hand on my shoulder and guided me to a seat, i had shook off the mental image for now, but i could feel my thighs getting moist from the heat i was putting off. my sister was just so beautiful in the black-lights, she had her hair in a ponytail, and i could see the glowing white of her bra through her shirt. the music pounded, and she, as she always did, stood up and swayed back and forth, i have no idea who was on stage, but i do know Ronda was wearing a black thong.

” NOW COMING TO THE STAGE, MANDY”

I snapped out of it, and watched Mandy get down to nothing but a g-string, I gave her a dollar, and as always she lifted my shirt, for the whole room to see my breasts, but something different happened, i heard a voice yell. “oh yeah Jessica, work it girl.” and i felt a soft hand reach around from behind, cup my breasts and shake them, and then squeeze my nipples, my pussy throbbed as i flooded under my skirt.

i turned and looked, and my sister was laughing and smiling. she lifted her shirt, and turned to show the crowd, so i took the opportunity, and ran my arms around her and cupped her beautiful breasts and shook them, and rubbed her nipples. i could hear a roar from the crowd telling me they liked it, but i felt a shiver run through her… i think she liked it too…

during the night, my husband had found, as he likes to call them, thick fun lady, and began talking, it was looking like he was going home with her, leaving my sister and me alone for the night. i bought her a lap dance, and got me one from my usual girl, Mandy, but i couldn’t take my eyes off my sister. Mandy noticed, and just smiled at me and said, “you two are HALF sisters, and i can tell, she’s wet as hell. Take her home Jessica, she’s needing some help tonight.” i shook and smiled. she is my sister, but, i don’t think i had ever wanted another woman more, than i wanted her.

she had been drinking at the club, and she giggled and talked dirty about what she’d do with more than a few girls down at the club. Jon had promised to take some pic’s of his “date” with his phone, and that left Ronda and me all alone. she was giggling about one stripper named Taylor, speaking people, and i blurted out. ” well I’d love to run my tongue over Mandy’s pussy.” she stopped laughing, and smiled. “you know, i realized how much she looks like me, but i bet her pussy isn’t as tight as mine.” she laughed loud at that, and i spoke without thinking, “I’d love to find out..” her mouth dropped open, and she blushed.

we rode without speaking for the next 10 minutes. she sat in the car for a few seconds longer when we pulled into the driveway, i walked over to her side and opened her door and gave her my hand, she took it and stood up, and looked into my eyes, differently than she had before. she was so beautiful in the moon light, a slight wind blew her hair off her shoulders, she had lost her hair tie in the car somewhere. she took a step forward, and put her arms around me, and squeezed me, and whispered in my ear, ” tonight was awesome, I’ve really missed you.” i squeezed her back and said, “me too.” without thinking i pulled back, and looked into her eyes, i moved forward, and she kissed me…

i pushed her onto the hood of the car, as our tongues moved over each others. her skirt was soft and warm, i slid my hand under it, and over her thighs. i let the tips of my fingers just barely touched hey soft wet lips. she stood back up and pulled off her thong, and raised her shirt, i pushed her back to the hood, and slid a finger inside her tight wet pussy, i could feel her flooding her sweet pussy juice all over the hood, i lowered my head to her breasts, and began licking gently on her nipple, as she moaned. i stood up straight, and kissed her deeply, and put pressure on her, making her lay down on the hood. her legs had goosebumps from the cool night air, and her beautiful pussy just oozed with sweet juice. i kissed her knee, and ran my tongue up her inner thigh, stopping right before i touched her pussy, i was half afraid to when Ronda moaned out, ” please Jessica, don’t tease me, taste me.”

i shivered, as i slid my tongue over her slit, tasting her warm juices for the first time. i licked deeply and quickly. she nearly screamed out, as i found out, that she was a squirter. she flooded the front of my shirt, and it made me cum just feeling her warm girl jizz all over me. she stood up, and turned around, “do you like my ass Jessica?” i smiled and pushed her face down onto the hood. i smacked her ass and watched it jiggle, i bent down and kissed her right cheek, and i slid two fingers deep into her slit. i worked her G-spot and it made her buck and kick, and it made her beautiful ass shake with every movement of my finger. the moon light on her shaking ass was too much for me to take, i kissed the small of her back and said ” we have to go inside, i’ve got some things i want to do to you.”

we went straight to the bed room, where i took out a few of my toys, and pushed her back onto the bed, she gasped as i slid a toy slowly inside her tight pussy, i loved watching her tits shake as she shivered. for a while i just worked her over with my toy and watcher her beautiful face and body react. her tits shook and bounced as she gasped when she was about to orgasm, and she would smile, and close her eyes when i slowly slid it out and then slammed it back into her beautiful hole. but i couldn’t watch her forever, i just had to taste my sisters cunt, again. as i slid the toy out slowly, and then back in, i leaned down, and ran my tongue over her clit. instantly she gushed out, and flooded a giant wet spot on the bed. i began licking deeply as i slammed the toy harder and faster into my sisters wet slit.

she leaned her head up, and open her beautiful eyes, and smiled. she pushed the toy away, pulled me on top of her. as we kissed she began rubbing my clit. she whispered, “let me go get my bag, i brought my favorite toy, and i want to share it with you.” i smiled, and rolled off of her, she got up and bounced into the living room, with her ass shaking along behind her. i closed my eyes and pinched myself to see if i was dreaming, but i wasn’t, this was one of the greatest nights of my life. just then, she reappeared, holding a pink thing. it took me a few moments, but i realized it was a feeldoe. i had only seen one online, and thought it would be amazing to have one, leave it up to my sexy sister to have one. she threw it on the bed, and i looked at it, as she kissed my thigh, i wasn’t expecting that, so i let out a loud moan, and she began sucking my clit and quickly slid two fingers inside, and i exploded, gushing all over her arm and face. she said, “hell yeah bitch.” and i came again. she stopped sucking my clit, and worked one more finger in, and then another, and then, i could feel her pushing her whole hand in. i love to be fisted, and she has small hands, that fit inside me perfectly. she worked me hard and fast as she kissed my thigh. my eyes rolled into the back of my head as she pounded away, but all of a sudden it stopped, and i opened my eyes to see my sister about to sit on my face. i grabbed her hips, and ran my tongue over her slit, just as she did the same to me.

i could feel her warm tongue sliding in and around my clit and slit. and it only made me suck and lick her just that much faster and harder. i buried my face between the glistening slits of my sisters pussy, and lost all other thoughts. i didn’t even notice she had stopped licking my pussy, till she said, ” ok Jessica, on your knees.” i got up and quickly got on my hands and knees, and she mounted me doggy style with her feeldoe, i could hear her moaning, as she slid it in and out, i knew i was about to cum, and i think she could tell it too, because she slapped my ass hard, pulled my hair, and said, “cum on this hard cock you slut.” it was too much, i came so hard it nearly pushed the toy out of my pussy, but she just grabbed my hips, and worked it back in. she fucked me and spanked me, and scratched my back till i passed out from the pleasure. when i woke up, she had her arms around me, i looked at her beautiful face, and kissed her lips. she woke up and smiled, and said, “to think, tomorrow night, your husbands going to be home, i bet he’d enjoy being in between us, don’t you?” i smiled and nodded, and kissed her again. tonight was amazing, but tomorrow, was going to be mind blowing…..

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Visit http://nightboyart.blogspot.com/ for more. This was a short story I wrote for DarknestFantasyErotica and is set in the Warcraft universe.

Orgrimmar was nice in the spring. Cool wind from off the coast of Durotar wafted down through the valleys of the city, bringing fresh air to the urban Horde. Ziega took a deep breath, and let out a sigh of dissapointment. It still smelled like a city. A clean city, yes, but with little of the soothing life she was used to.

Still, Ziega spread her thoughts, touching Air with a wordless note of gratitude.

When, for the first time in her adult life, Ziega had left the wilds, she had trekked to the great city. She hadn’t seen civilization since she was a small child, nor a single sentient soul since her mother died eight years before. The spetacular sight of so much built had awed her deeply.

Even more than the buildings, were the people. So many Ziega couldn’t even think of the word for a big enough number. It scared her, but her fear was soon replaced with mere uncertainty. Everyone seemed to ignore everyone else. Jostled by her very first crowd, Ziega had felt more alone than she had in the wilds.

She also noticed that when certain people in the crowd brushed by her, mostly young female orcs like Ziega, she felt a strange urge deep in her gut to keep touching them. Surprised by the strange sensation, it took Ziega quite a while to figure out that what she was experiencing was attraction.

Ziega’s mother had taught her about sex, of course. She had shown Ziega what a kiss was and how to perform one. She had taught Ziega how to use her fingers to evoke pleasue from the soft flesh between her legs, and about how a male and a female could merge their bodies into a harmony of creation.

Not thinking clearly, Ziega had reached out and groped one of these passers-by, and had been punched in the face by a smooth blue fist that belonged to the tall troll woman Ziega had grabbed, and then dragged off the street and thrown against the wall of a building.

“Wha’joo be tryin’ ta steal wi’ those grubby lil han’s, girl?” The troll had hissed.

Ziega, who had taken much much worse abuse at the impartial hands of gravity alone, wasn’t hurt, but she was a bit stunned. “I wasn’t! I didn’t mean to,” Ziega had stuttered.

The troll had glared at her with anger, hand tightening around Ziega’s neck, but Ziega’s fear and innocence had been real and the troll must have seen that, because she eventually slackened her grip and asked, “Wha’did’joo mean by it, then?”

Ziega had felt herself blush. “I just… couldn’t help myself.”

The troll’s hand had been gentle against Ziega’s neck, then, almost a caress. To Ziega, who had been alone her entire adolescence, being touched anywhere by someone else was just as much of a shock as the troll grabbing her breast or her crotch would have been. The trolls hand and fingers felt alive on Ziega’s skin, and it didn’t matter that those strong blue fingers were curled around her neck. No part of Ziega’s body was used to that feeling. It made her chest flutter and her loins swell with moisture.

The troll’s expression had softened as she had read mere embarrassment and lust on Ziega’s face. Eyes full of understanding, she had released Ziega and told her about a place some called the Greatmother’s Brothel.

“If joo got ta gold, most a’ da girls’ll take a female custa’ma,” the troll had told Ziega, winking. “Migh’ even give ah cute virgin like joo a discount. Heheh.”

Ziega had glanced down, squeezing her legs together, deeply surprised at how strong the feeling of being touched by another living person had been, and when she looked up, the troll had disappeared into the crowd.

Feeling a little overwhelmed, Ziega had searched out a place to be alone, settling down with her back to a large rock in a small, shaded alcove near a decorative pond. Thoughts of the troll’s touch whirled around with thoughts of what the troll had told her and vague memories of things her mother had taugh her, mutating in her mind into fantasies of sex. Of another woman’s breast squishing into her own, of exploring those breasts with her hands and lips while fingers not her own probbed at her gaping, needful nethers.

Ziega’s hands had rubbed over the the soft green skin of her belly and hips, quickly slipping downward into her furs and through her folds, fingers digging urgently inward, stroking her hole and sliding up to her clit. She had used both hands, one in front, one from behind, so she could rub her clit and bury a few fingers in her cunt at the same time.

The blurry, indistinct fantasy had played through her head, unrefined but powerful. In what had seemed like no time at all, Ziega had came, head thrown back in a breathless whimper as her loins clamped down on her fingers and pleasure blossomed upward from her groin.

In the few weeks since then, Ziega had been visiting the Greatmother’s Brothel, just sitting around on the comfortable chairs and watching or listening, sometimes having shy conversations with other patrons or the working girls when they weren’t busy with something or someone else.

She had expressed her desire to hire one of the servicers to give her her first sexual experience, and while they had encouraged Ziega, they always seemed to distracted to talk terms with other more outspoken patrons competing for their attention. Ziega was still a little unsure which girl she wanted to hire, though, so for the time being she was more or less content with simply visiting the tavern, and exploring the magnificent and seemingly magical bathhouse.

Being able to clean herself with hot water for the first time in her life was very enjoyable, even if she was starting to get a little frustrated that her own hand was still the only thing that had ever been amidst her netherlips. It was becoming difficult to watch the others fondling each other, a hollow ache bubbling up in the pit of her stomach when Ziega snapped back to reality after letting herself fantasize about hands and lips and breasts rubbing on her body.

Dressed in her usual furs, consisting of a wide belt of black fur worn over the shoulder that completely covered her right breast, a thin strap of lighter leather that only covered the nipple of her left breast, and the leggings that consisted of a loincloth sown to a pair of thigh-wraps along the inside of her legs and a narrow strip of thicker black fur than hung in front, Ziega made her way back to the Nest, as Greatmother Arjah’s establishment was affectionately nicknamed.

Cutting through an alley to get away from the crowds, Ziega found her way blocked by three shadowed figures. A large cowering figure was whimpering in pain as the other two stood over them.

Ziega felt her pulse pick up as she inched closer.

“No, I won’t,” the victim sobbed in a deep but very feminine voice.

“Yes. You will. Answer me,” the larger of the other two figures growled.

Close enough to see now, Ziega froze, eyes going wide. A battered female tauren huddled on the ground under the burning, litereally burning, eyes of a cowled male orc. Beside the orc–Ziega’s eyes widened even more–was a beautiful naked woman with demonic features. A succubus.

The orc raised a fist, shimmering with dark energy. Before he could strike the tauren again, though, the succubus turned her grinning face towards Ziega. Ziega gasped and the succubus giggled. The orc glanced up and said, “Get rid of the girl,” and didn’t spare Ziega another thought.

Frozen with a sort of numb fear, Ziega forgot all about calling the elements or fleeing. She could do nothing but keep her eyes locked on the bouncing, nude body of the succubus as it pranced toward her. Ziega’s eyes followed the succubus’ hand as the demon reached out and lightly caressed Ziega’s face. She shivered as tendrils of warmth seemed to writhe outward from the contact points.

The succubus’ eyes widened with glee. “Ooh! A virgin! And not just a virgin, but touch-starved as well!” the demon giggled. “Too bad master wants you gone. I could have so much fun with you. Oh well.”

A rolling burst of energy seemed to travel into Ziega’s body from the succubus’ fingers. Ziega gasped, falling to her knees as a powerful orgasm tore through her. As the pleasure faded, Ziega felt something else happening between her legs. Something terrifying.

Not even caring that the succubus was watching with enjoyment, Ziega shoved her leggings down over her hips, exposing her crotch. Ziega screamed at what she saw. Her flesh down there was melting. Roiling together and changing. Her sex was gone!

But it wasn’t gone. It was changing. As the outer skin smoothed down, Ziega’s clit began to grow. She felt churning in her gut like something was trying to burrow out of her vanished vagina. Her clit was still growing, retaining a distinct shape but swelling in size. It was already longer than a finger and twice as thick.

Ziega could only watch in horror as the new appendage continued to get bigger and bigger while the burrowing sensation in her gut reached the loose, silky skin where her precious hole used to be. A slit appeared at the end of the thick shaft that used to be Ziega’s clit as it finally stopped growing. The burrowing sensation stopped too, as two round organs dropped into the loose skin under the shaft.

Staring mutely at the hard shaft and hanging balls, Ziega was in shock. She knew what she was looking at. She’d never seen any this close, nor ever felt any burning desire to, but she could still recognize male genitalia.

“Ooh that looks inviting,” the succubus cooed. “But if I fucked you that would break the curse!”

Ziega’s head snapped up. “Curse?” she asked desperately, hands hovering around her new cock, afraid to touch it.

The succubus giggled evily again. “O’course. It’ll only break if you have sex.”

“But I’m… I can’t…” Ziega whimpered, looking down at the throbbing shaft once more.

“Now get gone before I do something else to you,” the succubus sighed.

Recoiling in fear, Ziega stumbled to her feet, pulling her leggings up. She gasped as the supple leather rubbed up the underside of her shaft. Hands trembling, she managed to get her leggings on, but had to pull them up a lot further than usual to cover the head of the throbbing phalus. Once it was covered and hidden by the thick strip of fur on the front of the garment, Ziega turned and ran.

Ziega stumbled as she went, in an agony of pleasure as her cock rubbed on the inside of her leggings and the crotch of the garment squeezed up bewteen her balls. She only made it far enough to be sure she was out of danger from the warlock before she had to stop and slump down with her back to the rocky wall.

She pushed her leggins down again, moaning as her new cock bounced free and her bare butt landed on the stone ledge running along the base of the building. Less than a minute of running had brought her close to orgasm. Unable to think to do anything else, Ziega tentativly grasped the thick flesh with both hands. Her cock throbbed, sending a wave of orgasmic need pulsing through her.

Groaning, Ziega tightened her grip on the shaft and began to stroke it, panting as her hands moved up and down the warm rod. It only took four strokes to bring the burning need to a crest. Ziega grunted as the orgasm took her, the thick shaft spasming in her grip and pumping gobs of white goo into the air as her hips jerked upward. Somehow she had the presense of mind to aim so her cum all landed on the ground and not on her.

But even before the last pleasureable spasm, Ziega could tell something was wrong. She didn’t feel relieved. The throbbing shaft wasn’t getting soft either. If anything, she felt hornier. Moaning with frustration, Ziega wrapped her hands around her cock again and gave it a few more firm strokes.

“Auah uuh!” Ziega gasped as another orgasm pulsed through her after only three strokes, spurting more cum into the alley.

Breathing hard, Ziega whimpered as again the orgasm seemed to have the opposite effect that one usually did. Her cock throbbed, hard as ever. With a cry of frustration, Ziega attacked the heavy phalus, determined to sate the throbbing need this time.

Unfortunately, after only two jerks, she orgasmed again. She forced her hands to keep moving this time, stroking the shaft with fervor as her body writhed in orgasm after orgasm. She moaned deeply, continuing to automatically move her hands, each haphazard jerk producing another orgasm and a second’s relief.

The alley arround her was splattered with more white cum than it seemed possible was in her body when Ziega finally forced herself to stop. She stared at the pulsing shaft and heaved a sob of frustration. The succbus had told her, hadn’t it? Only sex would break the curse.

Tears spilled down Ziega’s cheeks as more sobs of frustration shook her. She’d wanted sex from the moment she’d thought of it, but she still hadn’t been able to have it yet. How was she supposed to now? The Nest. It was her only hope.

Gritting her teeth, Ziega lurched to her feet. She grasped her cock again, and all she had to do was squeeze firmly, once, and her cock spasmed, setting her body awash with pleasure and making her knees tremble. That orgasm wasn’t any more helpful than the previous ones, though.

With another sob of frustration, Ziega pulled her leggings up. Bracing herself for the pleasurable agony, she set off at a determined pace. After only ten steps, she came again. Her cock strained against the leather of Ziega’s leggings, spraying her belly button with hot, gooey cum.

Ziega stumbled, supressing a moan, but she kept going. She wasn’t that far from the Nest. She could make it.

Her cum was shockingly warm as it trickled down her shaft. This didn’t help. The warmth combined with the lubricating effect the cum had between her flesh and the leather of her leggings only served to create a more pleasurable trap for Ziega’s new appendage.

With each orgasm, the additional cum created an even more wet and squishy environment inside Ziega’s leggings. She had to stop and hold still every few steps just to keep from falling down in the thrall of a continuous chain of orgasms.

Her lurching, half-strides finally brought her to the door of the Nest. Ziega wrenched the door open and stumbled inside, gasping, “Help!”

Ziega looked around wildly and spotted the muscular and busty orc Grenka alone behind the bar. She was wearing only a brawler’s harness that covered her crotch, belly-button, breasts, and not much else. Ziega had spoken briefly to the talented bartender, and had found the other orc to be a genuine and frank, if somewhat simple, woman.

Desperate eyes locking onto the scantily clad orc, Ziega lurched forward, swallowing a moan as her cock spasmed again. Grenka looked up with surprise, gasping softly at Ziega’s disheveled appearance.

Digging blindly for her money sack, Ziega stumbled across the room, gasping, “Help! Been Cu-ursed! Ne-eed… you!”

As Ziega collided with the bar, upending her sack of coins on the polished countertop, Grenka leaped backwards, looking startled. “A curse? Don’t get it on me!”

The other patrons, some sitting at tables enjoying drinks, others cuddled up on the cushy sofas and armchairs, all gaped at Ziega as she whimpered in clear distress, sagging against the bartop.

“N-not contageous!” Ziega gasped, reaching pleadingly for Grenka, trembling from yet another orgasm.

The nearly-nude orc’s expression quickly shifted to one of concern and uncertainty. “Well, in that case… but I don’t know anything about magic.”

Swallowing another moan, Ziega took a deep breath and said in a rush, “Don’t need to. Curse needs woman to break it. Tried myself. Couldn’t. Need you. Please!”

Grenka nodded. “Okay. Don’t worry. I’ll help you.” She hopped gracefully over the bar, landing next to Ziega. Grenka gently grabbed the more slender orc girl and tried to help her stand.

Grenka’s warm hands on the bare skin of Ziega’s shoulders sent twin shocks of warmth creeping through her body. She gritted her teeth through another moan, falling into Grenka’s arms as her cock spasmed in it’s gooey prison.

“What do you need?” Grenka asked, catching Ziega’s weight and scooping the lighter orc up into her arms.

Ziega hadn’t had so much as a hug in eight long years, and now this warm and fleshy woman who wasn’t wearing much at all was carrying her like a bride. Another orgasm made her body jerk in Grenka’s arms. Ziega gasped, “T-take me-ee upstairs.”

“Upstairs?”

“Y-yes,” Ziega forced out in a strained mumble. “O-only sex wi-ill break the cur-urse!”

“Oh!” Grenka exclaimed, nodding. “Let’s go, then!”

The other orc carried Ziega swiftly up the stairs and into one of the rooms, kicking the door shut behind her.

“This is my room. Nice huh?” Grenka asked as she set Ziega down on the bed.

Ziega nodded mutely as she was set down and flopped limply back onto the bed. Laying flat made the prominent bulge at Ziega’s crotch distinctly visible, and Grenka eyed it with surprise and interest as she dropped her harness to the floor and climbed naked onto the bed.

With a moan, Ziega’s hips gyrated softly, and Grenka saw the bulge pulsate visibly. The curvier orc’s hands went to the fastenings on Ziega’s furs, starting at the top and working her way down. Ziega’s urgency was too much for a slow undressing, though, and she shoved Grenka’s hands down towards her leggings while her own hands scrambled at her chest.

Ziega yanked the fur off, baring her firm, ample cleavage as Grenka gasped in surprise at what she found when she pulled Ziega’s leggings down. A deluge of gooey white cum splooshed out over Ziega’s hips as her pulsing cock bounced up, and the inside of her leathers were completely caked with the stuff.

“Oh my,” Grenka breathed, eyeing the big, creamy shaft.

Wasting no time, Grenka swung her leg over Ziega’s chest and bent forward on her hands and knees. The larger orc’s voluptuous breasts swung down, grazing lightly over Ziega’s belly as her smooth, puffy slit hovered over Ziega’s face, already glistening wetly.

Ziega came again when Grenka’s fingers encircled the base of her cock, splashing cum off Grenka’s parted lips which were less than an inch from the tip of Ziega’s throbbing organ. Ziega’s head lolled on the bed as her body twitched and trembled under the larger orc, submerged in a tempest of pleasure now that Grenka’s eager lips had closed over Ziega’s spurting cockhead.

“Mmmmphf!” Grenka exclaimed, wriggling on top of the smaller, thrashing orc as her mouth filled with cum. Her tongue slathered around the pulsing head, collecting as much of the gooey substance as it could, but Ziega’s eldritch erection just kept ejaculating. Try as she might, Grenka couldn’t swallow fast enough to keep the copious flows of cum from spilling passed her lips and down the afflicted orc’s shaft.

Lost in something close to orgasmic oblivion, Ziega only then first noticed the juicy green cunt dripping onto her face. It was hairless and shapely, with the glistening pinkish inner folds blooming between the bulging outer lips. Eyes momentarily snapping into focus on that engorged flesh, Ziega lurched upwards with a cry of desire and mashed her mouth into those hot, yielding netherlips.

Ziega didn’t really have any idea what she was doing, but she was far to consumed by the orgasmic storm of pleasure to care. Thought and inhibition couldn’t exist with constant orgasm obliterating everything but pleasure. In a fervor, Ziega ground her face into Grenka’s pussy, kissing and licking and sucking, her gasping breaths breaking across Grenka’s wet flesh as the other orc’s feminine juices painted Ziega’s face from chin to forhead, dripping all the way to Ziega’s ears.

Grenka moaned happily around Ziega’s thickness, her strong and agile tongue lapping forcefully at the head of Ziega’s throbbing shaft as it pumped a seemingly never-ending stream of cum into Grenka’s mouth, most of which spilled down Ziega’s cock and flowed out over the smaller orc’s hips, onto her belly, and down between her legs. Not having noticed that Ziega’s cock had already produced more cum than could possibly have been present in Ziega’s body, Grenka continued to lap at the hot, gooey meat in an eager effort to suck it dry.

Even though the only stimulation her own sex had recieved was the haphazard grinding against Ziega’s face, Grenka felt the teasing waves of pleasure claw through her body that indicated she was close to an orgasm of her own. Her hips gyrated as she sucked on Ziega’s cumming cock, mashing her pussy harder into the slender orc’s face, but Ziega suddenly wrenched herself away from Grenka’s wanton loins, gasping.

“No-ot work-king!” Ziega cried, forcing the words out through the constant orgasmic convulsions. “Mouth w-wont brea-ake the curse!”

Grenka lifted her mouth off of Ziega’s cock to ask what the smaller orc wanted her to do, and immediately got a face full of cum. She was still holding Ziega’s cock by the base, and at this point any stimulation at all would make Ziega cum. Spluttering, Grenka quickly pointed the thick shaft at her chest and squished her breasts down around it. The creamy shaft continued to throb violently against Grenka’s chest as it was enveloped by her breasts, spraying globs of cum in between Grenka and Ziega’s bellies.

Having the larger orc’s warm weight squish down on her was another whole new set of sensations for Ziega, her thoughts fogging over with pleasure again. It didn’t take long for Grenka to decide that a simple good hard fuck would be the thing to do next, and lift herself up off of Ziega.

Losing the blissful envelopment of Grenka’s body on hers was enough that Ziega actually stopped cumming for several seconds and was able to focus on the other orc as Grenka turned herself around, restraddling Ziega so they were facing each other. Grenka grinned at Ziega as she positioned herself over the smaller orc’s momentarily calm erection.

As soon as Ziega took in the sight of Grenka’s cunt slowly descending towards her eldritch appendage, and the thought crossed her mind that she was about to feel that hot hole engulf the oversensitive flesh, Ziega started cumming again.

Cum shot up and splashed off of Grenka’s netherlips an instant before they gave way to Ziega’s tip and the subsequent spurts of cum dissapeared into Grenka’s sultry tunnel as her well-lubricated flesh slid down Ziega’s throbbing shaft. Ziega thrashed beneath the larger orc, gasping moans punctuating every breath as pleasure stronger than anything that had come before washed over her.

Grenka bottomed out quickly, her loins mashing down around the base of Ziega’s pulsing cock, moaning deeply as Ziega’s cum pelted her cervix. Waisting no time, Grenka leaned down on top of Ziega and rode her enthusiastically, grinding her clit on Ziega’s pelvis as she went down on her elbows and kissed the other orc hard. Her tongue speared sloppily into Ziega’s mouth and the smaller orc spasmed, throwing her arms around Grenka’s back and clutching her so tightly that their breasts mashed together with enough force to squirt Ziega’s previously deposited cum out from between them.

Grenka came, screaming her pleasure into Ziega’s mouth as their bucking bodies slapped wetly together and Grenka’s squelching walls gripped spasmodically at the hard, pulsing phalus they enveloped. Grenka didn’t slow down her undulating and built up to a second orgasm within moments.

Sucking on Grenka’s tongue despite the somewhat unpleasant taste of the male cum she had produced and clutching the other orc as tightly as ever, Ziega finally felt relief as the fel magic ruptured. The time between each orgasmic spasm increased until, with one last spurt of cum, Ziega’s eldritch erection went still and started to fade.

Grenka broke the kiss to catch her breath as she trembled in the wake of her double-orgasm. Her eyes widened in surprise when she felt Ziega’s cock continue to shrink passed flacid and disappear entirely. Ziega was frozen, relief washing over her as she felt the transformation reverse.

Her testicles retreated into her body, burrowing upwards. The skin around them folded in on itself, flowing inwards and changing into the muscular walls of her vagina, while the outter skin swelled up around the base of her cock, which was shrinking back into her and morphing into her clit.

“Huh?” Grenka lifted herself up a little bit, looking down between their bodies with mild confusion.

Ziega lurched up, staring desparately down between their cum-soaked breasts and bellies. There it was, the orifice between her legs she knew and loved. She was back to normal. With a cry of joy, Ziega burried her head in Grenka’s shoulder and started sobbing, tears of relief spilling from her shut eyelids.

“Oh honey,” the heavier orc cooed, sitting back on Ziega’s thighs and gathering the young woman into a tight, squishy hug.

Ziega’s tears mixed with her cum on Grenka’s pillowy chest as she sobbed with relief, mumbling, “Thank you.”

Grenka twisted herself down onto her back, pulling Ziega ontop of her. Ziega took a deep breath, letting it out as she settled down on the other woman, keeping her eyes shut and letting her lips find their way along Grenka’s neck.

Grenka smiled, wrapping her arms around Ziega and murmuring, “There there.”

Eventually, Ziega giggled and pushed herself up on her elbows, smiling at Grenka. “Thank you,” she breathed, giggling again. “That was not how I imagined losing my virginity but I’ll take it.”

“You were a virgin?” Grenka asked in surprise.

“Mmmhmm,” Ziega nodded, spreading her legs a little more and mushing her restored pussy down against Grenka’s mons.

“Well you were very energetic for a first timer,” Grenka said, slapping her palms down on Ziega’s rear.

“Mmmh,” Ziega moaned, wiggling ontop of the other woman with a soft giggle. “Leave them there. It feels real nice having hands on my butt.”

Grenka grinned, massaging the younger orc’s asscheeks as Ziega placed a tender kiss on her lips. “So you’re happy with how this went?” Grenka asked.

Ziega nodded. “But I am a little dissapointed that my pussy has still never been pleasured by anyone but me.”

“We can do something about that if you want,” Grenka said.

“Really?” Ziega asked, feeling a little anxtious wobble in her gut and her pussy flush with anticipation.

“Of course,” Grenka said kindly, patting Ziega’s bottom and slipping a finger into the crack of the younger woman’s ass, questing down for Ziega’s hot hole.

Ziega let out a soft gasp as Grenka’s finger slid between her netherlips, trembling mildly ontop of the other orc. She pressed her lips tenderly to Grenka’s again, savoring the moment. Finally, she was having sex.

Ziega spent the rest of the night in Grenka’s bed with her, exploring the pleasures of fingers, tongues, and dildos with eager joy. After many hours and many orgasms, Grenka cuddled her to sleep. As her eyes fell closed, a smile grew across Ziega’s face. Bliss.

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Story between family members and friends

Chapter 1 – The beginning

Hi, my name is John. At the time all this happened I was married to Ann. We lived down south with our two daughters, Samantha or Sam, as we call her, who was a tall tanned with long blonde hair. Sam had a long wiry frame like a ballerina and was starting to develop up top, her little breasts were about the size of small oranges. When she wore a tight top you could see she had puffy nipples that clearly protruded. Her sister Bethany, or Beth had long light brown hair with the family’s slim features. Beth had just started to develop as well, nothing more than perky little nipples that also protruded obscenely in some of her tops. Both girls were very active in the school and belonged to the volley ball and gymnastic teams. Given the hot and humid weather in Florida, the girls were always running around the house partially clothed or in their little one-piece bathing suits.

As usual Ann was away out of town on business for a few days leaving me to fend for the girls and myself. Not a problem, we were used to it, as Ann seemed to be always travelling these days. It was the school holidays so as the girls dragged themselves out of bed that momentous day, I asked them what they want to do today. “Shopping!!!” came the response in stereo. “We need new swimming suits, daddy, our old ones are starting to wear out and are too small.” Sam informed me. I was going to mention the same thing to both of them the last time I saw them in the pool. Sam’s little breasts were starting to fall out the sides and the crotch was so far up her pussy you needed a map to find it. As for little Beth’s, hers had become so sheer you could see the areola of her developing breasts. “OK, get dressed and we can go to the mall,” I replied. “Woo hoo!” came the shouts of joy as both of my daughters leaned in and kissed either side of my cheek. “We luv ya, daddy,” they squealed. “Yeah, yeah hurry up and get ready,” I replied, having heard it all before. We arrived at the mall and we agreed to go our separate ways making plans to meet up in the food court in an hour’s time. I had wanted to pick up a new digital video camera for weeks so I took the opportunity and head to the electronics outlet in the mall. An hour later I returned to the food court, of course no sign of the girls. I sat down and took out my new camera and started playing with it. Being a male there was no reading the manual it was turn it on and start playing. I was taking a few shots of people in the food court, trying out the zoom on a few young teenagers. Suddenly there was a flurry of activity behind me as the girls ran into the court. “Sorry we’re late, dad but we are not finished shopping yet. We still need to get our new bathing suits.” Sam informed me breathlessly. “What have you got there?” I asked pointing at the shopping bags. “A few other essentials we girls need.

Dad can you come with us and help us pick? We want your opinion,” Beth asked with a huge smile on her face. “Why do you want the opinion of an old man?” I asked in response. “You’re not old, all the girls at school think you are a hunk,” Beth said nonchalantly. With my pride brimming I accompanied my daughters to the store. I sat and waited patiently as they browsed the racks and picked out a few items. They scampered off to the changing rooms as I waited on the seats outside. “Ready, dad?” screamed Sam. “Yes” I replied. Out came my daughter in a bikini that floored me. It left very little to the imagination and I told her so, “Umm, it’s a little small. isn’t it? You can see just about everything you own”. “Great, that is what I wanted.” She replied happy with her ***********ion and my response she did a U-turn back into the dressing room. Next came my youngest daughter and like her sister her bikini was just as revealing. I just shook my head in disbelief and resigned myself to the fact they were growing up fast. “OK, you’re both growing up, you choose what you want to be seen in,” I responded holding up both hands in defeat. “Oh dad, it’s just for us at home, not to go out in public,” Beth informed me trying to reassure me but it was way too late. “OK, let’s go pay for them” I replied as I headed to the cash register. That night I cooked dinner for the three of us, a nice lasagne. I opened a nice bottle of red wine and poured myself a glass. “Daddy, can we have a glass of wine with dinner?” Asked Sam. “No way, you’re too young,” I told her in my serious fatherly voice. “But today you said we were growing up and could make up our own minds,” she argued. “OK, get a glass but not too much, your mum will kill me if you get drunk” I gave in too tired to argue the point. They raced out of the dining room and returned with a wine glass each and proceeded to pour themselves a glass. “Dad, can we get dressed up for dinner? Let’s make it a special night?” asked Sam. “OK, that sounds great.

Upstairs and get dressed and back here in five minutes,” I said happy to oblige their request as something to brighten up a dull meal. I got dressed in some trousers and shirt, casual but nice. I return backed down stairs and assumed my place at the head of the table, looking back up the stairs. I heard some muffled talking at the top of the stairs and then footsteps. The girls were arguing about who was to go first. In the end Beth lost and came down first, my jaw almost hit the table. She was dolled up in black shoes with little heels, white thigh high stockings and a black mini skirt that left little to the imagination. Her top was a white camisole with spaghetti straps. Following behind her was Sam, she had high heels with a thinner heel, a sheer pair of white stocking and garter belt, a red mini dress and black top with a plunging neck line. “Where the hell did you get those clothes from?” I asked in disbelief. “Mum took us shopping last week.” Sam replied. “She let you get that?” I asked. “Yes, she helped pick it out. Dad we’re not five any more,” protested Beth. “OK, sit down and let’s eat, by the way you both look stunning” I said as I admired how stunning they looked. “Thanks, daddy” they replied in unison. I gulped down the remains of my wine and reached for the bottle. The girls sipped on their glass and when finished went back for seconds. “What do you think you’re doing?” I asked. “One more won’t kill us dad, come on, please” pleaded Beth. “OK, do what you want but be careful,” I had given up. Sam then reached over for the bottle and as she did her top fell open giving me a clear view of her whole left breast including her puffy nipple. I just stared at her breast in awe before coming to my senses. “For fuck sake! She’s your daughter!” I said to myself and looked away. Sam looked down and saw the revealed breast and my embarrassment. “Sorry dad, I almost fell out, I guess my tits aren’t big enough for this dress yet.” “Don’t worry, Sam, it’s OK.” I gulped another mouthful of wine, “and by the way your tits are fine” I immediately realised the enormity of what I had just said.

Sam just smiled and returned to her seat. Beth, not to be out done, turned to me and asked. “What about me dad?” “What about you, Beth?” I replied unsure what she meant. “Are my tits fine as well in this top?” She asked, looking down at her own chest. “Beth, behave yourself, I think the wine is affecting you” I replied dodging the question. “No, I just want to know. You told Sam her tits were fine, so I want to know” she demanded a reply. “Well, I shouldn’t have said so, let’s drop it and finish dinner.” I argued the point. By this stage my daughters had become sexual beings in my mind and my own body was starting to react as my cock grew hard in my pants. “Oh dad, please I want to know.” Beth pleaded with me for an answer. I remained defiantly silent so she pulled the straps of her top down her arm to reveal a beautiful left breast of her own, so soft and firm you could suck on it for days, “Beth, what the hell, pull it up now.” I yelled more from embarrassment than anger. She did as I asked and we returned to our meals. At the end of the meal I got out my new camera and again played with it. I pointed it at Beth and Sam and videoed them talking at the end of the table, they both looked and smiled at the camera. “Dad, can you tape us putting on a show?” Sam asked. “What type of show?” I asked “I don’t know how about a beauty pageant? We can model the clothes we got today and do a talent segment,” she replied. “OK, that will help me test this baby out. Let’s go into the lounge room, there is plenty of space. The dining room can be your preparation area, OK?” I laid out a plan to my daughters as my mind raced through the possibilities of seeing their breasts once more but this time I could tape it and enjoy it again later. “Great, thanks daddy,” they called in unison as they ran up the stairs. I set up the camera in the lounge and called out to the girls to hurry up. Sam poked her head around the corner and said they were ready. “The first stage will be a fashion parade.” With that Sam started the music which was some new hit song, too suggestive for my liking but the kids loved it. First out was Beth dressed the same way as before but this time with a little make up. She paraded up and down the lounge did a few twirls and left the room to be replaced by Sam, again Sam followed the same routine.

The girls then came out for a review of stage one and modelled together. They then started to strike some suggestive poses on the stage. Beth leaned forward and I zoomed straight down her top and I could see her breasts just like her sister earlier. Stage one was over, next came the swim suit competition. Again Beth came first this time. She was getting bolder in her actions. She bent over in front of the camera and had the bikini pulled into a g-string up her butt. She looked over her shoulder with her finger hanging from her pouting mouth. Sam was next and not to be out done by her sister also had a g-string bikini. This time she collapsed to the floor on her back and thrust her pelvis to the camera in a very provocative manner. She continued to move to the music the same way a stripper would. The lips of her pussy were now clearly visible against the fabric of her bikini. By this time my cock was starting to grow again in my pants. The girls then came out together for what they called the review session and again performed as one, striking pose after pose. In one pose at the end Sam was in front of Beth and Beth reached around and slid her hand under the fabric of Sam bikini top and fondled her sister’s nipple. Sam did not bat an eye lid as her own hands went behind her and grab her sister’s little butt and pulled her in tight against her back. Beth pulled her hand from her sister’s breast and they turned and left the room. A few minutes later Sam called out “Are you ready for the next session, dad?” “Yes, what is it?” I asked. “Underwear,” Sam replied. “What??” I asked my head snapping around to the origin of the voice. As I watched the door, Beth appeared in a matching red satin bra and g-string panties. She slinked across in front of the camera and turned her back. Slowly she reached behind and undid the clasp at the back. I almost fainted. Looking over her shoulder and with a shrug of her shoulders she let her bra fall to the ground. She then winked at me and placed both of her thumbs in her panties and slowly pulled them down over her butt.

Slowly her firm tanned butt started to appear then her little puckered rose petal came into view as she bent over even further. She then suddenly pulled her panties back into place. Thank God she stopped there otherwise I may not have been able to control myself. Beth then turned around slowly and looked straight at the camera revealing her beautiful youthful breasts before covering up and running of our stage. I heard some squabbling with Sam saying “That is not fair,” and Beth saying, “All’s fair in love and war”. Sam then walked out in similar lingerie to Beth but hers was white and had more lace. The lace allowed her nipples to show through her bra. Sam looked straight at me, licked her lips and then she looked down at the bulge in my crotch and smiled. She then proceeded to cross her arms in front of her chest and ran her hands down her arms and then reached for the cups of her beautiful bra. Sam stared straight at me then unclasped her bra at the front. Slowly she revealed her small firm breasts to me and the camera. They were absolutely perfect you could play with them for days. They were just as beautiful as Beth’s, slightly larger and fuller. Letting her bra fall, she placed her hands cupping her breasts, before slowly dragging her fingers over them until she was pinching each of her nipples. This only made her nipples grow bigger and harder. Sam lifted her fingers to her mouth and sucked on her index finger slowly, all the while staring straight at the camera. She then returned her now wet finger to her nipples and traced a wet outline around her areola.

By now my conscience was done. I am videotaping porn with my own daughters and I was getting into the action wondering what my two daughters would do next. My cock was so hard it was really straining against the fabric of my trousers. I just wanted to rip them open and let my cock fall out in front of my daughters, but I did not want to risk stopping any of the action taking in place in front of me. Sam turned and walked out of the room, looking over her shoulder at me with a wicked smile on her face. Next came again the review session where Sam and Beth acted together. They walked casually back into the room, both of them now topless and proudly displaying their young firm breasts to me and the camera. Their music started again and they commenced what looked to me like a well-rehearsed routine. They started to slow dance holding each other very tight so that their breasts were pressed together. Their bodies swayed to the music at the same time their panty covered pussies ground together. Sam pulled away slightly from Beth whilst maintaining pussy to pussy contact. They stared into each other’s eyes with pure lust. Sam tilted her head slightly and moved her face closer to Beth. Beth responded in kind by a slight tilt of her head and moved to Sam. They kissed softly on the lips, slow and deliberate. They parted a little before Sam opened her mouth ever so slightly and moved in again. Beth responded by opening her mouth and letting her tongue dart out to meet her sister’s mouth. Their passion started to rise as they are openly French kissed each other in front of their own father. They seemed oblivious to me and the camera now.

Their hands were all over each other caressing each other’s butts and breasts. Sam again broke off the kiss and bent over a little taking Beth’s left nipple into her mouth. Beth threw her head back in rapture with her eyes closed enjoying the hot, wet sensation of her sister’s mouth on her immature nipple. Sam sucked her sister’s nipple into her mouth and slithering around the sensitive nubbin with her tongue. Sam then moved over to the right nipple and repeated the dose. Beth was in absolute heaven. Her breathing was now much faster and deeper and every now and then a moan escaped her lips. Whilst sucking on her sister’s lovely breast Sam’s hand was rubbing Beth’s mound through her panties. Beth pushed her little hips forward increasing her sister’s contact. Sam was rubbing up and down her sister’s slit forcing the material of her panties into her body. Beth’s panties now started to show a definite wet spot as the fondling continued. Sam then slid her fingers under the elastic of Beth’s panties and made direct contact with her sister’s slick slit. Her fingers bulged in her sister panties as she pushed her long finger into her sister. Beth released a deep soulful moan. “Oh fuck, Sam, finger fuck me. I need to cum,” Beth moaned. Not stopping her oral attack on her younger sister’s nipples Sam just moaned a response. Sam then tore at her sisters panties ripping them from her body to reveal a smooth bald pussy covered in its own juices. Beth lowered herself and laid back on the floor with her sister standing over her. She stood staring down at her own sister for almost a minute then ripped off her own panties, turned and lowered herself onto her sister’s face.

Beth lapped at her sister’s bald pussy teasing her clit and finally plunging her tongue deep into Sam’s pussy. Sam threw her head back and yelled. “Oh, fuck, yeah! Eat my cunt, you slut” By this stage I had my own cock out and was pumping it furiously. There I sat with my cock out, trousers around my ankles pumping my eight-inch cock as hard as I could watching my daughters make love to each other. The girls were both kissing and vigorously licking at each other slits. Sam was trying to ram two fingers up her sister’s pussy, whilst Beth was jamming her tongue as far into Sam’s little body as was possible. “Oh fuck, sis, I am going to cum. Oh yeah! Suck my clit harder, oh fuck, oh FUCCCCCCKKKKK!” screamed Sam as she came in Beth mouth. She came so hard she actual squirted cum juices all over her sister’s face. At the same time Beth’s own orgasm continued to build to a crescendo. “Sam, Sam do it harder! I need more fingers in me! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Keep jamming me. I want to feel what it’s like to have dad fucking me! Oh fuccccccckkkkk ,I’m cuuuuummmmming!” she screamed as her orgasm crashed through her body and they both slumped to the floor trying to recover their breath. Hearing her words I was in shock all over again. The thought my youngest daughter wanted me to fuck her both excited and scared me at the same time. I just kept pumping my cock for all it was worth. The girls had finally recovered and were now watching their father masturbate less than 6 feet from them. “Oh fuck I’m going to cum” I groaned. “Cum on us, dad, give us a cum bath,” shouted Beth eagerly. I shuffled over closer to them as they lay back on the floor beneath me side by side wresting on the elbows. I kept pumping up and down my hard shaft now on the verge. “Fuck, dad, cum on our tits and faces,” yelled Sam. That was enough to send me over the edge and I erupted, a torrent of sperm splashed all over their faces and tits.

Both Beth and Sam had their tongues out trying to catch a glob of their own father’s sperm. Finally I finished pumping the last of the sperm from my cock and I looked down to see two cum-soaked smiling faces looking up at me. I slowly collapsed onto the floor next to them resting against the sofa. Both girls scooted over and sat either side of me cuddling under my arm resting against my side. My hand rested on the side of their young taut little bodies. The way they felt naked next to me sent a shiver though me once more. “Where the hell did you girls learn that?” I asked. “Come on, dad, you can get anything off the net these days,” replied Sam. “Yeah, we surfed a little and found some sites that explained everything we needed to know with some very good visual guides,” interrupted Beth, as she laughed. We sat there for over an hour casually talking about what they had seen and what they had just done. I mentioned to them it had to be our secret. They assured me it was our secret. As we talked I reached around and started to play with their nipples, more sub-consciously than a deliberate act. As I did they gently played with my cock bringing it back to life. As Sam and I talked, Beth as if it was the most natural thing to do, lent over and took the head of my cock in her mouth, licking it and swirling her tongue around it. She then gave way, allowing Sam to follow her sister licking up and down the shaft. She opened her mouth as wide as she could, she stopped to look up at me, making sure I had seen her and then forced my cock as far down her throat as she could get it. With her little hand she pumped my cock as she sucked and licked around the head. Each of my preteen daughters took turns sucking their father’s excited cock until I am about to burst. “Oh God, girls keep this up and daddy’s gonna cum,” I warned them breathlessly. This seemed to excite them even more as they quickly agreed between the two of them I would cum in Sam’s mouth so she commenced finishing me off with renewed vigour. With her hand pumping up and down my shaft and her little mouth and tongue working in unison I was in heaven. Beth without anything to do stood up and placed a foot either side of me and leaned forward giving me full access to her pussy.

I reached up with both hands grabbing her pert little butt cheeks and pulled her closer to me. I licked my way all around her bald pussy and dipping my tongue into her wet hole every now and again. Beth was leaning so close now her knees were resting on the sofa and had virtually mounted my face as I ravaged her preteen cunt. Beth ground her immature pussy onto my face ensuring maximum penetration of my tongue into her young snatch. My actions were having the desired effect with Beth groaning louder and louder as her orgasm grew closer until she finally screamed at the top of her lungs. “Oh fuck, daddy! Oh fuck, oh, oh, oh, here I cummmmm! Oh for fuck’s sake. Oh my God!” Her whole body stiffened as if hit by lightning before slumping onto the sofa in a heaving mess of post-orgasmic bliss. Meanwhile Sam was still pumping my cock hard as her mouth created a perfect vacuum over my cock head. Finally my body gave in and I erupted into the back of my daughter’s throat coating it with the sperm that made her many years before. She pumped the remaining sperm from my body lapping it up with joy. She looked up at me opening her mouth to show me my sperm and then reached over to her sister and started to French kiss her swapping my sperm in their mouths.

Chapter 2 – The next day.

The next morning I awoke still sitting on the floor in the lounge the same way I fallen asleep the previous night, naked. My sexy daughters at this stage where nowhere to be seen as the memory of the previous night’s debauchery flooded back. I was horrified at the memories with my immediate thought “Shit! They were drunk and I took advantage of them and now they are hiding in shame from me.” I quickly got up and tidied the lounge before searching the house looking for my daughters. No sooner had I started than I heard some activity from the kitchen. I cautiously made my way there towards the source of the noise. I peered through the door and saw my 2 lovely daughters making breakfast. They both looked showered and refreshed wearing their aprons I had brought them last Christmas. Then I noticed something else, they are still naked underneath. Simultaneously I started to relax and tense up at the same time. Relax in the sense of my guilt and tense up being my sexual anticipation. I entered the kitchen as if nothing was different greeting my lovelies. “Morning, girls!” “Morning daddy” they replied in unison running to give me a hug and a kiss.

First Sam hugged me around my waist as she did she looked up and kissed me on the lips. She was quickly replaced by Beth who did the same but at the end of her kiss she snaked her little wet tongue into my mouth. “Go and clean up, daddy, and come down for breakfast” ordered Sam as she turned to continue her breakfast preparations. I did as I was told and retreated to my bathroom where I proceed to shower replaying the previous night’s events over and over again in my mind. After my shower I put on some shorts and tee shirt and returned down stairs. Beth looked at me shaking her head in disapproval and tisked. “That will not do.” She walked slowly over to me looking me up and down before she reached out, took my shirt and pulled it over my head throwing it on the floor. Then she pulled my shorts down, releasing my stiffening cock right in her face. “That’s better, I think I remember this guy from last night, he looks ready for action, doesn’t he?” she said as she kissed the head of my cock. With that she pushed me into one of the kitchen chairs and placed a leg either side ready to mount me. “Hang on, are your sure about this?” I asked. “Oh God, daddy, I need a fuck. I want to feel that big old hard cock of yours inside me now.” She replied with a serious look on her face. “What about your cherry? Don’t you want to save it for someone special?” I asked. “I have,” was her response. With that she whipped off her apron grabbing my cock in her right hand aiming it at her virgin pussy. Slowly she started to impale herself on me. She grunted a little as her pussy lips were slowly pried apart by the head of my cock. She took it slow as her sister came over to assist, supporting Beth’s weight with both arms wrapped around her. Beth lifted up and then lowered herself back down again, another inch entered her tiny body. She repeated the action once more but the head of my cock was now up against her maiden head. “Oh fuck, daddy it hurts. You are sooo big!” She groaned out in pain. “Take it easy and relax,” whispered Sam in her ear. She reached around and started to palm her sister’s breasts and nipples.

She then reached down and played with her hard little clit, this seemed to relax her sister. Beth rose up once more before forcing herself down hard. Sensing the moment, I thrust my hips upwards, hard, allowing my cock to push through her hymen. Tears began streaming down my daughter’s face, the pain of losing her virginity too much for her to cope with. Sam tried to comfort her “Just relax, sis, stay still and let your pussy get used to daddy’s cock.” Sam was looking down between us, in awe seeing her sister stretched wide by her father’s cock. After a minute or so Beth looked down at me and said “OK, daddy, I feel fine now. I think it’s time for you to fuck your daughter and make her a woman.” As if in a trance I dumbly nodded and started to pump my cock in and out of my daughter’s tight cunt as she raised and lowered herself meeting my thrusts. I slowly reached around her slender body and gripped Beth’s butt cheeks and picked her up. With my cock buried deep inside her tiny body I stood up, her legs wrapped around me. She continued to thrust up and down on her own father’s cock. I turned around and placed her on her back on the kitchen table, all the while she remained impaled on my cock. Her legs now raised with her ankles around her ears, I was pumping in and out of her once more like a piston in an engine. Sam came closer and lowered her face to her sister as they consummated their relationship with a deep and passionate kiss. Reaching between them I massaged Beth’s small firm breasts and then turned my hand to meet the equally firm breasts of Sam. Sam, wanting to be part of the action, gingerly climbed onto the table and squatted down on Bath’s face giving her access to her bald plump pussy. With her arms wrapped around my neck to balance herself, she now leaned in and passionately kissed me. Her kisses were warm and wet as her tongue plunged into my mouth searching for and finding a companion. We kissed as her sister ate out her pussy and I fondled her preteen breasts at the same time I fucked her younger sister. Sam was the first to cum as her sister focused all her attention licking her sister’s clit, which was so hard and extended it made for an obvious target. “Oh Daddy, this feels so good.” Sam gasped out loud breaking off our kiss. Her fingers were tangled in my hair, pulling my face against her little breast. “Oh fuck, I think I’m cumming, Daddy, hold me, please. Oh! Oh! Oh fuck, shit, Beth eat my cunt, you bitch.” “That it. baby, cum for daddy, piss cum all over your sister’s face, let it go baby.” I encouraged my daughter’s depravity. “Oh! OH fuck, it feels so good, daddy, oh so fuckin good!” she rasped as she collapsed almost falling from the table, only to slide into a chair next to her sister, who herself was on the verge of her own orgasm and I was not far behind. “Oh Gawd, daddy! You’re so deep in my pussy!” Beth yelled, as I thrust my cock deeper into her preteen cunt.

She felt so wet and warm around my cock, I was in heaven. I felt my balls tightening and knew I was about to cum. “Oh baby! Daddy’s going to cum!” I yelled. I lifted her whole body up towards me and kissed her, plunging my tongue into her waiting and eager mouth, driving my hips up to slam into her tight pussy. “Cum in me, daddy! I want your cum inside me, daddy!” Beth screamed. She felt the first blast of my cum blast into her womb, sending her over the edge. Beth came hard on my cock, her pussy juices flooding my cock and balls. As we came I held myself deep inside her slender body until we both collapsed in each other’s arms panting with cum oozing from Beth’s pussy. “Oh God, I love you, daddy” she panted kissing me. “I love you too, baby” I responded kissing her back. After we recovered, Sam and Beth finished preparing breakfast and we all sat down to a nice hearty breakfast of bacon and eggs with coffee and juice. I went to clear the dishes and Sam put her hand up to stop me. “Let me do this, daddy, we want to pamper you this weekend. Beth go and clean up and get dressed, I’ll take care of this” “Thanks, sis” with that Beth leaned in and kissed me on the lips, “Thanks, daddy, that was great. I hope we can do it again real soon” and hurried off for a shower. I looked over and Sam was at the sink washing the dishes, still with just the apron on. I walked over to the sink and started to help her by drying the dishes. I turned and walked behind her to put away a dish and looked down at her firm butt. It looked delicious so I moved closer and wrapped my left hand around the front of her waist and pull her tight as I did my cock settled in the crease of her pert little butt cheeks. I nibbled at her long sensual neck causing my little girl to throw her head to the side and grind her firm butt back onto my hardening cock. Encouraged by her reaction my other hand reached inside her apron and taking her right breast in my hand I palmed her hardening nipple. “Fuck me, Daddy. Do it, do me from behind” whispered Sam. “OK, Darling, but I need to get you wet first.” I said. “Is this wet enough?” she asked as she took my hand and placed it on her pussy. She was soaking wet. I plunged my index finger into her bald pussy and gradually pushing deeper, in and out, in and out. Deeper and deeper into my preteen daughter cunt. I then felt her hymen, my daughter was still a virgin. I pulled my finger out and offered it to her to suck, which she did with great enthusiasm. “Are you sure, dear, that you want me to take your cherry?” I asked. “Oh fuck, yes, daddy, fuck me, fuck me hard. I want it to hurt” she pleaded. I took my cock in my hand and bent her over the sink and aimed it at her glistening cunt. I moved forward placing the head at her entrance rubbing it up and down mixing my pre-cum with my daughter’s juices. I slowly applied some forward pressure and I began to enter my daughter’s virgin pussy. “OH FUCK!” Sam exclaimed. I pulled back and pushed forward once more as another inch eased into her greased hole until I reached her hymen. I put my hand on Sam shoulder and asked, “Are you sure, baby?” “Please, daddy, just do it. Fuck me, fuck me hard” she replied looking back over her shoulder at me. I pulled back and holding her hard by each shoulder and thrust my hips forward as my cock tore through her hymen shredding beyond repair. Sam shrieked in pain as the stinging sensation of losing her virginity swept through her body. “Easy, baby, take deep breaths” I assured her.

Through the sobs she agreed with me, “Oh God, I feel so full daddy, your cock feels huge inside my little pussy, can you wait till I catch my breath?” “No worries, honey, take your time, we have all day” I said as I reached around and played with her clit. As my finger touched her clit Sam straightened her back and forcing my cock just that little bit further into her virgin womb. “Do it now, daddy, fuck me with your big old cock. I want to feel my cunt full of your baby-making sperm” she demanded. With her wanton demands I lost my mind and went hell for leather pounding her from the rear. My balls were slapping her butt checks as I bottomed out in her cunt time and time again. “Oh fuck, yeah daddy, make me cum. Oh God, daddy, fuck your daughter and make me pregnant, daddy. Shoot that baby-making cum up my cunt. Oh fuck! Oh, God! Oh yeeeeeeeeeeeesssssssssss” she screamed as she came hard her back arching up at the same time I coated her fertile womb with my baby-making sperm. We stayed joined like that for over five minutes as we both soaked in the sensation of love making for the first time. Finally I pulled my cock from her cum-soaked pussy as Sam turned around and kissed me deeply. After cleaning up we headed out to the movies. As we sat in the back row, luckily we had the theatre to ourselves. My daughters and I were like young lovers making out in the back row. The three of us kissed and fondled each other missing most of the movie. None of the staff seemed to care. Both girls were wearing short skirts giving me free access to their shaved little cunts. It was made even easier having removed their panties at the start of the movie. With a daughter either side I finger fucked them to multiple orgasms during the movie. By the end my hand was cramping and was soaked with their juices. As I fingered their tight wet holes the girls had my cock in hand pumping it up and down. As I warned them I was about to cum Beth took her turn and tasted my sperm from my cock for the first time. Excited we decided to head home and have another round of sex before their mother, and my wife, arrived home. The car screeched to a stop as the girls jumped from the car running inside. I followed close behind following the trail of clothes on the floor. It was not long before I had my cock buried deep inside Sam pounding her hard as she wailed encouragement. “Oh fuck, daddy, fuck me hard. Fuck me real hard, daddy.” With her slender legs spread wide and her pussy stretched to its limits, my cock thrust deep in and out over and over until my little girl was shaking uncontrollably.

Her orgasm tore through every fibre of her young body as she stopped breathing for almost a minute. Wave after wave swept over her until finally she was released and her body slumped back on the mattress heaving for breath. Lying beside her sister was Beth, her legs spread wide waiting for her father to fuck her. Who was I to disappoint my daughter as I quickly moved from between Sam’s legs to those of Beth. I aimed my hard cock, wet with my daughter’s sexual juices, and thrust it deep inside Beth’s waiting cunt. She felt so tight and warm as her little legs tried to wrap themselves around me. Beth looked up at me and smiled. “Do me slow, daddy. I want to feel your cock inside me. I want to feel every inch as you cum in me.” I did as she asked, slowly sliding in and out of her body as we gazed into each other’s eyes. Every now and again we kissed as we made love. We made love like this for almost 30 minutes as Sam lay next to us watching us, excitedly fingering her own wet pussy. Sam came over and over as she watched her father and sister make love. Finally our orgasms built to their peaks and I flooded my daughter’s womb with my incestuous seed sending her to an earth crashing orgasm. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as her whole body shook. Finally we were both spent as we lay together kissing each other. After recovering, we all took a quick shower to clean up and changed the bedding removing any evidence of our love making and waited the return of Ann my wife.

Chapter 3 – Mom Comes Home

Later that day Ann returned from her trip with hugs and kisses all around upon her return. As a home coming we decided to have a family movie night after first having a swim and BBQ out back on the patio. After going to the store to pick up some supplies, I returned home to find my wife and daughters already swimming in the pool and half a bottle of wine consumed. I quickly changed into my shorts and ran back down stairs to join them in the pool. As I burst out the back door I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw they had all lost their tops and firm pert little breasts were everywhere. “What’s going on here?” I asked smiling. “Don’t be a prude, honey, the girls asked if they could get an all over tan and I said yes, no one can see us here anyway,” Ann replied. I gave a shrug before I dove into the pool and surfaced at the other end next to my wife. The girls were at the far end of the pool looking back at us. Ann was a little drunk and as I found out later all three had been drinking and the half empty bottle was in fact their second for the day. Ann turned to face me and jumped into my arms wrapping her legs around my waist. “God, I missed you,” she said as she ground her cunt into my hardening cock. She then leaned into me and kissed me on the lips. At first it was a soft lingering peck on the lips. Next was a little more passionate, until finally she opened her mouth and snaked her tongue into my mouth. I broke the kiss and said, “Baby, our daughters are here.” “I know, John, but I need this now, they’re old enough to understand,” she said. “Yeah, dad,” said Sam, now a few feet from us. With that Ann pulled my face to hers and kissed me hard again, and with more passion. We were kissing hard as our hands caressed each other lovingly until I felt a hand on my shoulder. Still kissing their mother, I saw it was Sam on one side and on the other was Beth. We were gathered at the deep end of the pool in a family group hug. Ann still kissing me with renewed enthusiasm.

Suddenly she broke off our kiss and looked at all three of us and said. “Oh god I don’t know what’s gotten into me but I really missed all of you whilst I was away. Oh fuck, it’s great to be home” I had never heard Ann curse like this in front of the kids ever before but today she was letting it all go. Again we all embraced as Ann french kissed me right in front of our girls. Ann’s hands were everywhere exploring my body including grabbing my hard cock and squeezing it. The girls saw their mother’s wanton desire, and her hands, and giggled excitedly. Wading around us, Sam was now hanging off Ann’s back, with her arms around her mother’s neck. She looked at me and winked as she slowly reached down with her hand taking her mother’s breast in her hand and began to fondle her nipples between her fingers and thumb. Beth now hanging on my back, licked my ear as her hand reached out to her mother’s other breast and squeezed it gently. Ann broke off our kiss letting out a huge groan full of lust looking down to see her daughters’ hands massaging her breasts and pinching her erect nipples.

She looked at me wantonly and I just smiled and raised my eyebrows at her. Sam was now kissing her mother’s neck whilst she played with her nipple. Ann gave into her lust and closed her eyes enjoying her daughters’ sexual attention. She needed it and she wanted more. She slowly opened her eyes and leaned in to our daughter Beth. and kissed her on the lips, not a motherly kiss but a soft prolonged kiss. She then reached around to grab hold of Sam pulling her around to face her and did the same. After a lingering soft kiss she then plunged her tongue into our daughter’s mouth. All pretence of normality was now forgotten as Ann openly fondled our daughter’s breasts and her sister in front of me. The passion between them continued to grow as Sam reached for her mom’s pussy and rubbed it through the outside of her bikini bottoms. Ann returned the favour before plunging her hand down her daughter’s bikini bottom. Beth and I look at each other and decided to join the action as she replaced her mom around my waist and I reached down taking her right nipple in my mouth as I licked and sucked on it.

Beth began moaning and threw her head back in appreciation of her father’s love. Her crotch grinding against my hard cock as we made out like lovelorn teens. I carefully reached down under her little bubble butt with both hands and lifted Beth out of the pool sitting her on the edge of the pool. She understood what I wanted without the need for words. She lifted her butt a little allowing me to pull her bikini bottoms down her legs and throw them into the pool behind me. Beth now lay down on her back with her long slender legs dangling in the pool one either side of me. I looked down at my daughter and smiled, she returned the smile as I leaned closer and kissed her recently violated pussy. I looked back over my shoulder and on the steps of the pool was Ann, naked, now lying back with Sam nuzzling into her crotch. Sam’s tongue was lapping at her mom’s pussy as her thumb played with her extended clit. Ann held Sam by the back of her head pulling her closer and closer to her pussy ensuring maximum contact. All of a sudden as if hit by a bolt of lightning Ann’s whole body trembled as an orgasm crashed through her body. “OH! OH! OH, fuck! Sam lick mommy’s cunt. You slut, fucking lick it, here I cum just for you, baby.” Ann panted her hands pushing hard at the back of our daughter’s head. “OH! OH! OH! FUUUCCCCKKK!” She screamed at the top of her lungs. Thank God we lived in the country and have no neighbours within hearing distance, they would have thought there was a murder occurring.

Ann next grabbed Sam under the arms and lifted her face so she could share her own juices with our daughter. They kissed with their tongues extended as far they could, lewdly playing with each other. Ann continued to pull Sam upwards so that Sam’s pussy was level with Ann’s face and she began to attack our daughter’s pussy. Meanwhile I returned to my own task and was licking the sweet lips of our younger daughter’s cunt. “Yes, daddy, lick me there. Fuck I love it when you plunge into me.” Beth instructed. I did as she asked and plunged my tongue into her teenage juicy pussy. I then softly massaged her clit with the tip of my tongue, which really got her going as her hips gyrated and thrust hard into my face to increase the pressure on her love organ. I then applied a little more pressure to her clit sending her over the edge once more. “Oh God, daddy, that is great. Fuck, oh shit, here I cum again. Oh fuck. lick it, daddy, lick me harder pleeeeeeaaaasssseeee!” she trailed off into her orgasm. Beth on this occasion actually ejaculated pussy juice during her cum all over my face which I greedily lapped up.

On the other side of the pool Sam had cum and her mom and her were lying arm in arm fingering each other’s pussy lovingly whilst kissing in the most obscene way. I swam over to join them, Sam reached back and grabbed my cock and pulled it up to her and her mom’s face. They took turns sucking my cock into their hungry mouths. Sam then took over the sucking whilst Ann started to pump my cock into our daughter’s mouth. I looked down at my naked daughter and wife. It was all too much for me. “Oooooh God, Sam, that’s it. Oh yeah. suck daddy’s cock. baby girl!!” I yelled out loud throwing my head back as I felt my balls tighten. “Oh Jesus! Oh! Oh! Oh! Fuck, you two! Oh, that’s it!! Oh fuuuuccckkk!” I gasped as I pulled my cock from my daughter’s mouth, and with my hand, pumped my cum all over her and her mother’s face and breasts. They laid back, arm in arm. with their mouths open hoping to catch some of my sperm. Beth seeing what was happening soon joined her mom and sister and proceeded to lick my sperm off their naked bodies and then feed it to them with her tongue. I was spent and sunk back onto the step in the pool as we all recovered our senses. I think there was a little embarrassment as we all realised we had all now crossed a line we could never come back from, not that we wanted to. “We better clean up and get ready for dinner,” I said as my cock started to deflate. We slowly all got out of the pool still a little in shock at what we had all done and went upstairs to get dressed. I jumped in the shower and let the warm water run over my head as I replayed what we had done in my mind. I then felt a hand on my cock, opened my eyes to see Ann standing there. “What the hell have you been up to whilst I was gone?” She asked. “Those girls have turned into sex maniacs.” “I don’t know what happened. One minute we are eating dinner the next they are eating out each other.” I replied. I then told her the whole story of what happened whilst she was away. “I think I have some catching up to do,” she said when I finished the story. “What do you have in mind?” I asked. “Well things have gotten so kinky around here, let’s continue the trend and fuck me in the arse, baby” she replied. “Are you sure, you never wanted to do it before?” I asked. “I have never fucked our daughter before nor helped her suck her father’s cock but I have today, so shut up and do me” she demanded.

She turned around and bent over, leaning into the wall of the shower. I got some liquid soap and greased up my cock and her arse crack and took aim. I made contact and slowly pushed the head of my cock so it opened her wrinkled star fish to me. I pushed a little harder and the head of my cock was for the first time inside my wife’s rectum. “MMmmmmm! Fuck Me! Fuck Me!” She moaned, as her eyes remained closed. “OH! JESUS!” The words of intense sexual surprise and gratification bellowed from my mouth as the warm, moist lining Ann’s virgin arse held my cock tight as I eased myself into and out of her time and time again. “Fuck me harder!” Ann begged as a tear trickled lazily down her cheek. Ramming my hard, throbbing shaft repeatedly as deep into her tight arse as physically possible, I made her cum hard. As she , her muscles contracted, causing me to erupt into her bowels and coated her rectum with my cum. “OH! MY! OH! MY! OH! MY! GOD!” Ann moaned repeatedly. It was all she could say as my softening cock slipped from her arse. I washed my cock and turned Ann around and sucked on her small firm tits. I dropped to my knees and buried my head into her cunt and ate her juices as they flowed down her leg. Ann’s hands were at the back of my head as my tongue played with her clit. With one leg over my shoulder opening herself to me as I licked and sucked on her hard nubbin her hips pulsed back and forth. After a small cum, I again stood and picked Ann up before bringing her back down onto my now hard cock impaling her as we stood as one in the shower. We stood like that for over ten minutes with Ann slowly gyrating her hips back and forth making small thrusts from time to time. We just kissed with a passion that had been missing since I took her virginity in school. In the end we both had the most intense orgasm of the day so far.

Chapter Four – Movie Night

After dinner we all assembled in the lounge room and made ourselves comfortable. We all had a glass of wine and a blanket to snuggle under. Our sofa was huge, so we all managed to squeeze onto it. “So what are we watching girls?” I asked. “Well, it’s a DVD we downloaded off the net. It’s a surprise,” Beth replied. Sam pressed the play button and we all sat back and watched. The quality looked pretty good coming from the net, the title appeared “Daddy Knows Best”. I had a funny feeling straight away. The movie opened with a family sitting around eating breakfast. A narrator comes on and introduces the family. There was the mom, Jan she was 32 with a killer tight body, brunette with A cup breasts. The father was Tom fairly lean and tanned. Two daughters, Mary was also brunette with A cup breasts and her mother’s white porcelain skin, the other was Joan and a son, Brent. As they eat their breakfast they are discussing their coming day, Mary is discussing a project on sex education at school, the rest of the family listen. “What do you have to discuss?” asked Tom the father. “How people have sex” replied Mary.s “Well what do you know so far?” asked Jan, the mother. “Can I show you instead?” she replied. “OK, use your father as a model, I am sure he won’t mind,” replied Jan. “What the hell are you talking about, Jan?” asked Tom. “Just do it Tom, sex should be discussed openly,” replied Jan. “OK, what do you want me to do?” said Tom resigned to his fate. “Come over here and sit on the sofa with me,” said Mary “Now, sex usually starts with kissing between a couple; boy/girl, girl/girl, boy/boy” The rest of the family sat on the floor in front of the sofa as an audience to the act unfolding in front of them. “How do they kiss?” asked Jan. “Like this,” said Mary, with that she turned to her dad and gave him a kiss on the lips, it was soft and lingering. “What else? Keep going, just ignore us. Show us what you know so far, Mary, that way we can make sure you are right and get a good mark,” encouraged her mother. Mary again turned and kissed her dad, this time it lingered until she opened her mouth slightly and slipped her tongue into her dad’s surprised mouth. Sensation and reaction was instantaneous as the camera zoomed in as father’s cock began to rise.

The kissing on screen got hotter and hotter and then the dad pulled his daughter onto his lap. She was now mounted on her dad’s lap facing him still kissing him and licking his lips. Her hips were now slowly pushing down as she ground her pussy onto his engorged cock. Her father then reached the front of his daughter’s white blouse and in one quick motion ripped it from her body. Buttons went flying in every direction as he peeled it off her back revealing her in a white lacy training bra. This time he took his hands and massaged her small firm breasts through her bra. The daughter was in another world, slowly he slipped the material of the bra cup off her left breast to reveal her cone-shaped breast and he leaned forward and took her puffy pink nipple in his mouth. The camera now peeled back to reveal the audience reaction. There was the mom with her hand up her skirt fucking the life out her cunt with her fingers, as her panties lay at her feet. The son had his shorts around his ankles tugging on his small cock whilst his younger sister just sat staring at her family. Back in our own lounge all four of us had followed their example and were all masturbating watching the action in front of us on the tv. The father meanwhile had managed to free his cock from his pants and his daughter was giving him a great looking blow job. The mother was being eaten out by her son and the youngest daughter was standing beside her mom lying on the floor, the mom was reaching out to her daughter telling her to get naked. The daughter complied and went and sat on her mother’s face as instructed. The mum was now giving her youngest daughter a cunt eating from hell, with her tongue right up her daughter’s pussy. The youngest daughter started to get into it as her little hips thrust her pussy along her mum’s tongue. I now felt a hand on my cock and looked down and it was Sam’s, she had stood up and removed her clothes and was about to mount me. “You better ask your mom first,” I said. “Do you mind, mommy? I really need to feel daddy’s cock in my cunt before I burst” she said. “OK, but leave me some,” Ann replied. Sam then stood up on the sofa and lowered her recently deflowered cunt down onto her father’s raging hard cock. “What if I get them pregnant, Ann, shouldn’t I get a condom?” I asked “Just fuck her John, cum in that baby womb of hers,” Ann replied, now with her finger up Beth’s butt. Beth turned and leaned over the arm of the sofa, her mom was behind her with two fingers up her butt with more on the way.

Sam was thrusting up and down on my cock. God, it felt tight inside her body but really smooth and warm. “Suck my tits, daddy” she demanded as her hands pulled me to her young developing breasts. I did not have to be told twice. I reached out and grabbed both my daughter’s young breasts and moved my head to them sucking on each nipple for ten seconds then changing to the other. “Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!” Sam repeated over and over, out loud, “Oh fuck, I love you so much, daddy” Her thrusts were becoming almost frantic as if she could not quite get enough of my eight inches into her pussy. “Fuck! Oh fuck! I need it harder, dad, PLEEEEAAASSSEEE!” She pleaded. With that I picked her up and flipped my daughter on her back on the floor and started to pound into her. That did the trick. She came so hard she passed out on the floor. She made a lovely sight, legs splayed out wide showing her pussy leaking her daddy’s baby-making cum. Beth and Ann were still at it on the end of the sofa, so I went to Beth and she slipped my now soft wet cock in her mouth and licked the combined juices of her sister and her father’s cum into her mouth. She continued to suck me and pump my with her hand until she got me hard, she then asked. “Daddy, can you fuck my arse?” I moved behind her and Ann made way. Ann took my cock and placed it in her mouth and made sure it was wet and greasy. She then turned to Beth and stuck her tongue in Beth’s rosebud and lubricated our daughter using her own saliva. She then took my cock and placed it at the entrance of our daughter’s butthole and told me to fuck her arse real good. I did as I was told and slid my rock hard cock into our daughter’s bowels for the first time. “Daddy, can we do it rough?” “What do you mean?” I asked “Treat me like a slut, please, daddy, and do it hard,” she replied. I looked at Ann who just smiled and nodded her approval. “OK, you fucking slut, I am going to fuck your arse until it bleeds!” I screamed. “OH! Fuck! Yeah, daddy! Do me hard, you fucker!” She screamed. I started to pump in and out of her shitter, screaming obscenities at her. I grabbed a chunk of her hair and pull her back to me. She screamed in pain. The tightness of her hole and seeing my daughter act like a real slut sent me over the edge real quick.

All of a sudden I erupted into her. Beth responded as she screamed into another orgasm. After cumming I collapsed over the top of her on the arm of the sofa still joined at the hips. After recovering, we returned to the movie. Beth and I remained joined as she sat on my lap with her legs outside mine giving everyone and obscene view of her pussy and my cock is buried still in her butt. Sam and Ann were next to us with Sam sitting between Ann’s legs with Ann playing with her daughter’s nipples. Back on screen, the son is fucking his sister in the arse, while the mom tongues his arse. The older daughter and dad are also fucking on the sofa doing it doggy style. “Is this how you do it, mummy and daddy?” She asks. “It sure is, you little slut,” they reply. Family nights were never the same after that.

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INTRODUCTION: This one is from my dark side, but it is a story about how a loving wife uses her husband’s perverse behavior as a means of turning him into the man she wants and needs him to be.

THREE MONTHS AGO

“Gerald,” I called to my husband, “why are you on the computer so often? It’s taking up all of your time!”

“Sorry, Marge its work; ever since they had those cutbacks all of us have had to do extra. Frankly, I’m surprised I still have a job—that’s how bad things are.”

“Oh, you poor dear—well, don’t let me bother you. Close the door so the TV doesn’t disturb you.”

“Thank you, darling. You’re so understanding.”

CHAPTER 1 – FRIDAY

MARGE

I never believed Gerald—work, indeed! Something was up and I was going to find out what. My first inkling was when I returned from a week’s visit to my mom. In the past Gerald would have been all over me, trying to fuck me before, after, and even during dinner. I arrived home around three in the afternoon, taking a cab from the airport. I called Gerald immediately to let him know I was home safely. I intimated that I had something special waiting when he got home. I showered, fixed my hair, and put on a really sexy negligee and waited…and waited. Finally, I put on a robe and went to wait in the living room. Gerald came home late and asked for dinner. Dinner! Not me…dinner! Of course, by now you already know that nothing happened after dinner, either.

I was determined to do something after I asked him about the computer. I went online the following day and Googled a bunch of ideas before settling on a program that would keep track of everything a user did. That would work out well—we had separate logins so I could tell at a glance what he was looking at. In reading the program information on the site I saw a recommendation for hidden surveillance cameras. I arranged for a security firm to install them the following day. Both proved to be excellent decisions.

TODAY

“Gerald,” I called to my husband, “would you please log off so I can talk to you for a minute?” It took Gerald a minute or two before he entered the room. “Remember, darling a few months ago when I asked you what you were doing on the computer?”

Sure, Marge…same thing I’m doing now—work.”

“Oh…so all these sites are work—‘Husbands in Pain,’ ‘Humiliated Males,’ ‘CFNM,’ wow, I actually had to Google that one. Well, I won’t go into all the titles but here’s four involving femdom and a couple where women torture a male’s genitals, and male slavery, cuckoldry—you seemed to like that a lot, and oh—here’s a good one—forcing your husband to drink urine. Here’s another—‘Gals Fucking Guys.’ In fact, Gerald,” I said as I handed him several sheets of print outs, “here’s a list of every site you’ve visited in the last month. It’s quite a lengthy and perverse list, isn’t it? No…don’t make any excuses. These have nothing to do with work, do they?”

Gerald hung his head. “Do you fantasize about these things? No…you don’t have to answer—of course you do. You must have some real submissive feelings—none of these show the male on top; he’s always being abused. You spent a minimum of two hours each and every day watching over the past month…and longer, too. I could put together a list going back more than sixty days if you want. You see, Gerald I never did believe you when you said it was work. Remember when I had to visit my mother—she broke her hip? Well, when I returned a week later I thought you’d be all over me; I know I wanted you badly enough. I got suspicious when you weren’t so I installed security cameras in all our rooms. Care to guess what I saw? Here…I’ll show you.” I turned on the TV and the screen filled with Gerald wanking his willy in front of the computer. I jumped to the next scene and he was jerking off again. “The whole disc is covered with you cumming in your hand. That’s also when I bought this program—CompuTrack. It keeps track of every internet site visited on the computer. I also installed it on your laptop and when you chatted with me from work last week it automatically loaded onto your work computer, too.

“We have a pre-nup–you would get twenty-five percent in the event of a divorce, Gerald. That’s because I brought a lot of money into our marriage, but if I were to ask for a divorce now I doubt that you’d get a penny and all this perversion would become public. Lucky for you that I love you; since you are so obviously wrapped up in these fantasies I’m willing to help you make them your reality. Listen carefully—you will have two choices. First, I’m willing to forget all of this and go back to ‘normal,’ but if you ever watch any of this depravity again it will be divorce and public humiliation for you. There will have to be one change, but I’ll get into that later. Second, I will make all your fantasies come true. I’ll treat you like my slave, humiliate and control you. You’ll not only go to work, you’ll also do virtually all the housework and laundry. But…I will allow you to watch thirty minutes every day…provided you are not being punished for some infraction.

“Your involvement in this activity has deprived me of your company and almost destroyed our sex life. So whichever choice you make you are going to wear this.” I opened the bag at my feet and pulled out the stainless steel chastity cage. “I can see you’re not exactly thrilled at this, but do you blame me? I have lost my husband to the computer. If you want to stay with me you’re going to wear this, so put it on…now!”

Gerald sulked but dropped his pants and boxers and put it on. “Very attractive, Gerald, now please notice that there’s no lock. It has what they call ‘high security screws’ and an ‘anti-pullout pin.’ It’s a good thing you sleep soundly; I had to measure you several times because this is a custom job.” I pushed the anti-pullout pin into its slot. It pushed the top of Gerald’s little wienie down, making the cage extremely tight. Then I took out the special wrench and tightened the screws on both sides. “Excellent, Gerald…now lose the rest of your clothes. We have a three day weekend and that will give us the time to begin exploring your fantasies. You will be my slave all weekend and you’ll be naked the entire time. We’ll talk again Monday night about your choice.

“OK, now that you’re naked we can begin. Kneel in front of me while I get you prepared.” I stepped behind Gerald and attached strong leather cuffs to his ankles, locking them in place. Then I locked a cuff onto each wrist. I fastened the wrist cuffs together behind Gerald’s back and linked his ankle cuffs together, also. “I hope you appreciate everything I’m doing for you, Gerald. It’s a lot of work for me just thinking of things to do to you.”

“Here are some rules I’ll expect you to follow–1: You’ll always be naked when we’re alone in the house and even when I have friends over if I want to humiliate you—that is one of your fantasies, isn’t it?” When Gerald didn’t answer I gave him a sharp slap on his cheek. “That’s rule number 2: do not speak unless spoken to. Since I spoke to you I expect an answer and I expect it promptly and respectfully. 3: You will do everything I tell you to do promptly and without hesitation. 4: you are to use no furniture or utensils for eating. You will wait kneeling at my feet while I dine; you may eat once I am done, or you may not. I have purchased two bowls for you—they’re in the kitchen. 5: plan on being tied up all night at the foot of the bed—that’s where you will be sleeping. I’m sure I’ll come up with more as the weekend ensues; we’ll play that by ear.

“OK, you know that I’m no math whiz, however I figure that over the past three months I should have been entitled to at least as many orgasms as you. This disc has 117 orgasms for you; I’ve had none so you owe me all 117. Since I can’t expect you to fuck me every day you will eat me to an orgasm a minimum of three times every day—hopefully more. At that rate we’ll be even in 39 days.”

“You know I don’t do that.”

“I know that you didn’t do it; now you do. You expect me to do it for you; why shouldn’t you do it for me? In fact, you can start right now. Crawl forward and I’ll remove my slacks and panties. Do it now unless you want to be punished.”

Gerald crawled reluctantly between my legs. I whacked his butt with a riding crop I had hidden in the chair. “Ouch! What did you do that for?”

“Remember how I told you I expected you to respond promptly? There was nothing prompt about your response. Now get your sorry ass over here and eat me.” I gave him another whack for good measure. He scooted up to my pussy and I removed my garments in a single swipe. “That’s better, Gerald. If nothing else I hope you’ll learn never to lie to your wife. Now get in there and do a good job. I’m horny as hell!”

Gerald leaned tentatively into my cunt. He licked into my slit and it felt wonderful. I should have caught him in something like this years ago. “Keep going, boy—you’re doing great. Stick your tongue in there and slurp up some of that juice. Fuck me with that tongue of yours. Get used to it you’re going to do it at least another 116 times. You’ll have the strongest tongue ever!” Hearing that, Gerald attacked my cunt. His tongue was fucking me hard, but I knew he would weaken. I’d have to train him…strengthen him…his tongue. “Suck on my clit…harder…harder…ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, God!” I collapsed back on the chair. I reached out with my shoe and rubbed the toe against Gerald’s balls. He began to breathe heavily, but he was going to be disappointed. “Maybe later, boy…maybe I’ll actually let you fuck me later. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, dear.” I gave him another whack. “I think you need to be more respectful. Try again.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” I nodded my acceptance and pushed him back. I rose from the chair and went to my closet for a few more implements. I locked a strong leather collar around his neck then I tied a rope tightly from his neck to his ankles and around the front to his balls. Gerald was hog-tied. I rolled him onto his back causing him to groan and whine. I solved that problem by pushing a ball gag into his mouth. This ball had a hole running through it. I promised Gerald I’d use that later.

Once on his back I removed the cage—I only put it on him before to make a point, but it will go back on once I’m finished here. I walked giggling to the bathroom, returning with a hot towel, shaving cream, and a few razors. I applied the towel to his groin, soaped him up and shaved his abdomen clean. I could see he was humiliated—good! That was part of his fantasies, wasn’t it? On a whim I continued up his body, shaving all the way up to his neck. How wonderful—he was a lovely shade of crimson! When I rolled him over I continued down his back past his ass and proceeded to shave his legs. In less than thirty minutes I had removed all Gerald’s body hair. I pulled him up and dragged him into the kitchen where I applied soothing lotion to his skin, treating him more like a woman than a man. I reinstalled his cock cage and released him, taking the gag from his mouth at the same time.

Gerald checked his skin in disgust. I couldn’t resist teasing him, “I think I’ll have to get you some nice frilly panties. You have nicer skin than I do.” I rubbed my hands up and down his back and ass. “Make dinner,” I told him. I’m having a steak. Maybe I’ll give you some liquid you can suck up through a straw. Maybe if you’re really good I give you something solid.” I pinched his ass and got him moving.

Gerald had a pretty good idea what to do in the kitchen. He knew how to grill and make a salad. I had already put a couple of baked potatoes in the oven. They would always take the most time. In fifteen minutes the steak was done. I sat at the table allowing Gerald to serve me. He cut the steak for me, buttered the potato and tossed the salad. When he kneeled at my feet I congratulated him on doing such a good job. I scratched his ears and tousled his hair as I would do with a puppy.

He knelt silently at my feet and I was satisfied with his performance so I told him to get his bowl—it said “FOOD” with a picture of a dog on the side. I cut up the rest of the steak into very small pieces, added the potato and some butter. I put it on the floor next to the water. “You can eat, but no hands and, of course, no utensils. There’s plenty of cool clean water for you, too. I’ll give you twenty minutes to eat and clean up the mess. Make sure the floor is clean—I’m sure you’re going to make a mess. I’ll be waiting for you in the living room when you’re done.” It was hilarious watching Gerald push the bowl across the room, but I assumed he would do better with practice and he’d get plenty over the weekend.

I was reading in my favorite chair when Gerald crawled into me. I checked my watch and was pleased that he had finished in eighteen minutes. “Stay while I check your work,” I told him. A minute later I returned, grabbed his ear and pulled him back to the kitchen. There was a piece of potato under the table and a puddle of water by his bowl. I pointed down to them and then to the table. “Get your butt on the table, I’ll be right back.” I returned with four ropes which I used to securely tie him in place, his butt and balls fully exposed. “Here’s another fantasy for you, Gerald. How many times did you watch some man being punished and hurt? You must really be into this stuff. I reinstalled his ball gag, telling him, “I don’t want the neighbors disturbed and I doubt you’ll be quiet when I do this.”

I was just about to begin when the phone rang. “Oh…hi, Tina…yeah, I did. I’m just about to paddle him, but I can wait if you want to come over.” I listened while Gerald shook his head—as if I’m going to pay any attention. “OK,” I continued, “twenty minutes. Want to give him a few swats? See you then.” I hung up the phone. “Well, Gerald you have a reprieve for a few minutes. Tina’s coming over. What’s the matter? I can’t understand you. You always loved seeing Tina. I think she’s going to love seeing you, especially in this position. Just think of it this way—you’ll get two fantasies at once; maybe a third one if what she told me is true.”

I left Gerald lying there tightly bound while I returned to my book. I rose when the door bell rang. “Hi, Tina…glad you could make it. Yeah, I broke it to him this afternoon and we’ve made a little progress, but he’s being punished now. C’mon!” I led Tina into the kitchen and when she saw Gerald she laughed and laughed. Gerald’s face turned the cutest shade of red—his ass was next. “OK, Gerald…rest time is over. Time for punishment; you had two problems from cleaning up dinner so ten paddles for each.” I moved behind Gerald where he couldn’t see me and I giggled silently into my hand.

Tina stood next to me and reached down to cup his balls, “I like your new jewelry, Gerald. It’s very becoming on you and stainless—beautiful and practical, too! I’ll just move to the side so Marge can give you what you deserve.” I rubbed the paddle over Gerald’s cheeks before rearing back and giving him a really good swat. His body reacted immediately. I alternated between his cheeks and I couldn’t restrain a giggle when Tina shot a few pictures. Gerald’s ass cheeks were beet red by the time I was done. I turned to Tina to ask her a question, “Tina, would you mind rubbing this lotion into Gerald’s butt? He needed to be punished for poor performance, but I really don’t want him hurt—not yet any way.”

Tina took the bottle and poured a small amount onto his left cheek before rubbing it in, “My goodness, Gerald your ass is so soft. I think you’d make a great woman, especially now that your hair is all gone.” She reached between his legs and rubbed some onto his scrotum. She continued, “Yep, all we’d have to do is snip these babies off and you’d be all set.” She was out to humiliate Gerald and she was doing a great job. I returned just then holding a good-sized funnel attached to about five feet of clear surgical tubing and a metal bar about three feet long with snaps at each end.

I untied each of Gerald’s ankles attaching each cuff to the bar with the strong straps. I slid the pieces apart and in an instant Gerald’s ankles were six feet apart. “This is a spreader bar, Gerald. You’ll understand why I’ve put it onto you in another minute. I plan to use it whenever I use this funnel.” I released Gerald’s wrists and clipped the cuffs behind his back. Then I helped him waddle to the middle of the living room floor.

I lay Gerald down on his back. “Now, Gerald Tina has a special gift for you. She’s been holding it for you all day, but I think I should go first, don’t you? You might want to rebel at this—that’s why I have your balls so nicely exposed. Give us a hard time and we’ll be pleased to give you a nice kick. Right, Tina?” She laughed and nodded her head; poor Gerald lay there fearing the worst.

“Now, darling you’ll understand why this ball gag has this hole in it.” I pushed the end of the tubing into the hole. I had placed a red line on the tubing so I would know when to stop. “OK, Gerald so far you’ve been good, but that was the easy part. Look up—recognize this…it’s my pussy and I have to tell you…I really have to go. Of course, I could just use the toilet, but then I’d have to leave the party. Hold still and drink—drink it all. If you don’t, Tina is going to give your nice balls a little kick…maybe even more than one. When I’m done it will be Tina’s turn. Aren’t you thrilled to be able to realize your fantasy this way?” Gerald shook his head wildly and I could hardly keep from laughing. “No…no…you don’t have to thank me. I’m sure you’d do the same if our roles were reversed.” I leaned down to kiss his forehead.

I stood, spread my legs, and positioned the funnel. My golden gift flowed down into the tube and straight into Gerald’s mouth. He shook his head wildly so I signaled Tina to give him a boot. “I warned you,” I scolded, “want another? Then keep your head still and do your job—drink.” A minute later I was done. I’d normally wipe my pussy but I wanted Gerald to do that once Tina was done.

Tina and I switched places, but first she gave me her camera. Tina had been holding it all day; it poured from her into the tube. I could see that Gerald was having trouble keeping up so I pinched the tubing temporarily. When he had caught up I released the tube and Gerald finished with Tina’s pee. I completed the exercise by giving Gerald a quick drink of fresh water.

I removed the spreader bar and his gag, allowing Gerald to sit up or kneel. “Gerald, I could use another orgasm, but I think you should do Tina first. Make sure you thank her for allowing you to service her.”
Head down in embarrassment Gerald mumbled something incoherent. I whacked him a good one, telling him, “Speak up; we all want to hear you.”

“Thank you, Miss Tina for your wonderful gift and the opportunity to serve you. May I please lick your pussy and bring you to an orgasm?” Tina laughed and spread her legs; Gerald began once he had moved between her slender legs. He did better with Tina than he had with me earlier—practice, I guess. He started at her asshole and licked up…maybe twenty times before ramming his tongue into her hot hole. Tina loved every minute of it. I was getting hot just watching. Tina writhed as Gerald’s tongue sought her G-spot and found it. After about ten minutes he moved his attentions to her clit. I watched silently as he sucked her big hard clit between his teeth. When he sucked really, really hard Tina jumped from the chair and came, spraying his face with her juice. I told him to do a good job of cleaning her pussy; he crawled to me when he was done.

I spread my legs, exposing my hot hairy pussy. Gerald rushed to it, sucking the entire organ into his mouth. I was shocked at his aggressiveness, but I loved it. I was turned on from watching Tina and now I was on the receiving end of his surprisingly talented tongue. When he sucked on my clit I came hard—really, really hard. I collapsed on the chair exhausted. I ran my hand through his hair and leaned down and kissed him. “Thank you, Mistress,” he replied.

Unsteadily, I rose from the chair, “Time for your reward, Gerald,” as I lifted him and led him to the home office. I sat him down, hands still cuffed behind his back. I selected a site I wanted him to see—Cuckolded Husbands—set the kitchen timer and left. Tina and I talked about the rest of the evening as we kissed and stroked each other. When the timer bell rang I turned off the computer and led Gerald to the bedroom. I uncuffed him and moved his hands to the front of his body before reattaching the handcuffs. I led him to the shower and hooked his arms to the chain I’d had installed there. I told him I would blindfold him because I wanted to use a depilatory on his skin and I didn’t want it in his eyes.

Tina and I entered the shower naked, but with vinyl gloves on our hands. We spread the depilatory cream over his entire body, even his cock and balls—from his neck to his toes. Then we turned the shower on and rinsed his skin. We talked to him to soothe him and to let him know that we weren’t going to hurt him. When I was sure the depilatory was off him we removed the blindfold, allowing him to see that we were naked.

“I’ll explain why we’re naked in a few minutes, Gerald, but I will tell you it has to do with one of your fantasies.” We dried him and led him to the bedroom. I put him on hands and knees, and reaching behind him placed his balls into a humbler. He would have to stay down or run the risk of tearing off his testicles. I clipped his wrists together, ankles together and ran a short chain to connect wrists and ankles. Then Tina and I climbed onto the bed. “This, Gerald, is one of the consequences of jerking off and ignoring your wife for more than three months. Tina has been after me for ages; I’m giving in to her tonight. Now stay there and watch as we make love.” I leaned into Tina and kissed her gently. She returned the kiss, pushing her tongue into my mouth. It was only seconds before we writhed together on the bed, our limbs entangled. Tina cupped my sex while she suckled on my big hard nipple. My head went back in ecstasy as I groaned with pleasure. Tina pushed me back and climbed on top, switching into a “69” as she attacked my wet pussy and hot hard clit.

I had never eaten a pussy, but was about to. I knew what I liked and assumed that Tina would enjoy the same things—I was right. I licked her labia and tongue-fucked her tunnel, drinking in her nectar before attacking her clit with tongue and teeth. I massaged her breasts and nipples with such force I was afraid I’d bruise her. Meanwhile she was doing all the same things to me. When she came I thought she’d twist my nipple clean off. I followed her a minute later. We lolled and relaxed on the bed for a while, gathering our strength. I noticed Gerald watching, mouth agape. “Did you enjoy that, Gerald? I certainly did. Be careful not to move too much—don’t want to rip your balls off, do we?”

Eventually I got up and removed the humbler, allowing Gerald to shuffle on hands and knees to the foot of the bed. Using a chain I secured him there. Before turning in I tied a thin strong cord to his scrotum, fastening the other end to the headboard. Gerald couldn’t move much and if he tried to make any noise I could pull on the cord—that would shut him up for sure.

I didn’t sleep much that night. Tina woke me several times and I know I woke her at least once. I thought we spent half the night moaning, groaning, and shaking. I don’t know how much sleep Gerald got either, and I didn’t really care.

GERALD

Oh, damn! I was so fucked! I wished I was dead! If Marge had come in and caught me in the act I could have talked my way out of most of it—like it was just a one-time thing or something like that. Instead, she showed me this fucking list of every site I’d visited over the past month and a DVD of my jerking my dick over and over while watching these BDSM sites. Oh…I was so fucked!

She ran over all the sites and topics I had invested so many hours in and when she was done with that she turned on the TV. There is nothing so humiliating as seeing yourself jerking off on a 51-inch screen! That’s what I thought at the time, but I was wrong…so very wrong. I’d be humiliated much more and much worse over the coming weekend. When she was done she told me I would have two choices—either give up all this completely or allow my fantasies to become real as her slave. She told me the coming weekend would be our testing ground; I’d have to decide on Monday evening. What choice did I have? She had me by the balls.

Then things got worse when she brought out this stainless steel cock cage. “Do you blame me?” That’s what she said. Truthfully—I couldn’t. We hadn’t had any form of sex in the more than three months I’d been jerking off to the BDSM sites. I was reluctant but I stripped off my pants and boxers and put it on. Marge used this funny shaped wrench to tighten two screws that secured the pieces together. There was no lock and I knew that hack sawing stainless was almost impossible—it was stronger than any saw blade and could be cut only with either a torch or pneumatic shears. Wonderful! I was now my wife’s prisoner.

The worst part of this was that it started so innocently. Marge was out shopping one Saturday afternoon and I was surfing the web. On an impulse I did a search for some porn and later for BDSM. I found the BDSM fascinating. The idea the people could do such unthinkable things to each other, even to people they loved held me spellbound. I sought out site after site. The following day I was back. I spent every spare minute the following week looking at one site after another. There were plenty of free sites so I never had to spend a dime. There were videos, photos, and plenty of stories. I was hooked.

I found myself so stimulated I began playing with my cock and it eventually, of course, led to masturbation. Some days—more than I care to admit—it was two or even three times a day that I jerked off. My sex life with Marge died, replaced with perverse masturbation—relief that came at the expense of the suffering, pain, and even death of others. Sure, I knew it was all fiction, but to me it was real and I was getting off on it big time. Now I had been caught and I had to pay the piper. What choice did I really have? If I rebelled Marge would divorce me and all this would become public. My boss was a real straight arrow—he hated porn and anyone involved in it—and would fire me in a second despite all my success as an account exec. Worse, he knew everyone in the industry and would blackball me. I’d seen it happen last year with a newbie who thought he could fool him.

I was jolted back to reality when Marge told me to strip. I knelt and she fixed strong leather straps to my wrists and ankles. She fastened them together and I was stuck—bound in an uncomfortable position, something I would experience many times—and worse—over the coming days. Then she made me eat her pussy. I had never done this before; I considered it unmanly—something only a sissy would ever do—but I had no choice. She hit me with a crop several times when I was slow to respond. I was surprised to learn that I actually liked the taste and more importantly that I truly enjoyed the idea of bringing her so easily to a sensational orgasm.

She had me prepare dinner and allowed me to eat after her from a big dog bowl. I made a mess pushing the bowl all over the kitchen, but it wasn’t all that bad—I did get to eat and Marge had cut the steak into tiny pieces which made my job so much easier. I cleaned up, but left a small scrap under her chair and a few drops of water by my bowl. I wanted to see how seriously she was taking all this business about being dominant—big mistake! She found both and tied me to the table for punishment. Unfortunately, her best friend Tina phoned and came over before my punishment. Now I was really humiliated. When she fondled my ball sac and rubbed my hairless ass I thought I would die. Then Marge paddled me in front of Tina. I was mortified.

After punishment she bound me tightly into what I recognized as a spreader bar and pushed a piece of surgical tubing into my ball gag. She and Tina both pissed into a funnel that ran straight into my mouth. It was disgusting. Worse—Marge promised me she would do it again straight into my mouth.

I did get to watch a half-hour of a cuckold video before the night’s main event. She pulled my balls into a humbler and secured my wrists and ankles so I couldn’t move. Then she made me watch and listen as she and Tina made love. Believe me, it’s much more fun watching online. When they were done she removed the humbler and put me to bed, chained to the bed frame. I cried more than I slept; I heard them making love over and over all night long. A perfect ending to a perfect day!

CHAPTER 2 — SATURDAY

MARGE

I woke early—around five–and I had to pee. I woke Gerald instead of walking to the bathroom. I rolled him onto his back, squatted and whispered my instructions not to spill any. He nodded, opened his mouth, and moved his mouth up to seal his lips against my pussy. It was a second or two before I could relax and let go. Ahhhh, the relief was worth waiting for. Once done I whispered again for Gerald to clean me. He licked me repeatedly; it felt so good I moved to my knees and straddled his face. He obviously knew what I wanted—he fucked me with his tongue and sucked my clit several times, nibbling at the same time. I came so hard in spite of the evening’s festivities that I squirted for the first time in years, covering Gerald’s face. I leaned down to kiss him and taste myself. I thanked him and returned to bed. Just before tucking myself in I heard Gerald whisper, “Thank you for allowing me to serve you, Mistress.” I fell back asleep in seconds.

I woke again with Tina’s arm over me. I moved it aside and went to check on Gerald. He was awake so I unlocked him and led him to the bathroom. I leaned on the vanity while he relieved himself; the chastity cage meant he had to sit just like us girls. I could order a urethral insert that would allow him to stand up, but I was afraid it might do permanent damage. I’d read that the urethra was the most sensitive surface on the body.

When he was done he kneeled in front of me, inviting me to piss in his mouth. For some reason it no longer appealed to me; I sat on the toilet. I sent Gerald to the kitchen to make coffee and get the breakfast started. When he asked what he should make I merely replied, “Surprise us.” I returned to bed and kissed Tina awake. She looked up dreamily, kissed me back and whispered, “Best night I’ve spent in years. Where’s the slave?”

“Making our breakfast; don’t tease him this morning, okay? He’s in there naked doing what I’ve told him. He’ll get enough humiliation tonight. I want him to work all day here in the house and outside—that’s what slaves do, right—and the place certainly needs it.”

“Okay, lover—whatever you want. But, first how about…?” Tina leaned down to lick my cunt. She had me going in less than a minute. She lay on her back with her head hanging over the edge, tongue up into my pussy. It wasn’t long before I was grinding into her nose and chin. We kept going even when Gerald walked in with coffee. I was afraid I’d spill it so I had him put it on the dresser. Good thing, too—I collapsed onto the floor thirty seconds later, much to the amusement of my licking partner.

I rose slowly from the floor, unsteady on my feet for a good three minutes. Coming hard almost always does that to me. I passed a cup of coffee to Tina and took the other for myself. By the time we were able to walk to the kitchen our meal was just about done. Gerald poured the scrambled eggs into a large bowl; I passed it to Tina. There was a large pile of crisp bacon cooling on a paper towel in another plate. There were several English muffins toasted and buttered with a choice of jams. Finally, was a large pitcher of hot coffee.

Gerald sat at my feet after serving. I helped myself after Tina had filled her plate, making sure there would be enough for Gerald. He sat at my feet, but I turned him so he faced me. I tousled his hair and fed him scraps from my fingers, allowing him to lick them as he rested his head against my thigh. I had fed Gerald completely by the time I finished my meal.

I outlined my plans for him today. After cleaning up the breakfast mess I had him spend an hour dusting and vacuuming the living and dining rooms. He cleaned both bathrooms and all the bedrooms, changing the bed linens in the process. He worked like a slave all morning—OK, he was a slave, but he still worked hard, something he had never done in the past.

Tina left mid-morning after eating me to yet another orgasm. I didn’t reciprocate—I’d figured out I wasn’t really bisexual. I enjoyed receiving—who doesn’t?—but eating a pussy just wasn’t for me. I stopped Gerald just after noon and fed him. I made his favorite—Virginia ham on rye and allowed him to use his hands while eating. He still ate on the floor; I noticed immediately that he automatically leaned his head against my thigh, rubbing it with his cheek.

After lunch I sent him outside to weed and edge our plant beds. He worked there diligently for almost four hours. I brought him in to shower at five—it was almost dark then anyway and Gerald was exhausted. I led him to the shower, giving him twenty minutes to wash and dry himself. I sat him on the floor after and explained what would happen tonight. “Remember, Gerald, when I told you about the young man I met at the library. He always seemed to show up on the days when I was volunteering and I told you I thought he had a crush on me. You thought I was much too old, but, Gerald, I am only 32 and I learned he was 24. He kept coming back day after day, week after week. We began talking and I learned quite a lot about him. He’s a grad student at the university and he doesn’t think I’m too old for him, at all. In fact, I phoned him this afternoon and he’s volunteered to help you with your cuckolding fantasy. Wasn’t that nice of him? Of course, that means he’ll get to fuck me, but I don’t think that’s his motivation, do you? I will bind you next to the bed and I’ll take steps to make sure your head is up at all times. I’ll check on you regularly to make sure you’re watching us—oh, I do hope he has a big cock—and at the end I’ll want you to clean his cock with your mouth. No, don’t complain—humiliation has been one of your fantasies for a long time. Then I’ll allow you to clean out my cunt—to drink his semen from my pussy. I’m guessing he’ll laugh, but that’s OK, isn’t it? That’s as far as I’ve planned, but we can play the rest by ear, can’t we? Now, I’ve prepared a nice dinner for you.”

I’d made my favorite chili which I love and Gerald can take or leave. “Gerald, I made this for you because it’s easy to eat and it’s nutritious, too. You worked hard today—harder than you’ve worked in a very long time so you need something solid in your stomach. One thing I can guarantee you, if you choose to continue like this I’ll have you in great shape in no time. Now eat and be quiet.” When he was done I asked if he wanted seconds—he did. Then I had him clean up and we were off to the bedroom to prepare for the evening. I brought in the bench I use at my make-up mirror. I padded it with several towels and had Gerald lie face down. I secured his chest with a long wide leather belt. A second fastened his thighs. I checked to make sure they weren’t too tight before continuing. I cuffed Gerald’s wrists behind his back and tied them down to the bench with a short rope. Next I added a strict posture collar to his neck. This would force his head up, but I wasn’t done. I clipped his ankle cuffs together then tied a long thin leather lace to the base of his balls. I bent his knees, lifting his ankles almost to his waist then looped the leather from his balls over the ankle chain and tied it off to his collar, tying a strong knot to the D-ring at the rear. Now Gerald was truly hog-tied. He had to keep his head up or run the risk of tearing his ball sac and injuring himself seriously.

“Now, Gerald I’m taking a quick shower and dressing for the evening. If you promise to keep absolutely silent I will not gag you, but if you make a single sound I will beat you without mercy. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress I’ll be silent. You don’t need to gag me.” I took a shower and dressed in my sexiest outfit. It was new, something Gerald had never seen before. It was a black corset that ran from just under my breasts to the top of my pussy. To look my best in it I had shaved my pubic hair. I wore black fishnet stockings that were held up by garters that hung from the corset. I also had shiny black shoes with five-inch black stiletto heels. I pulled my hair back into a pony tail and added some slutty make-up. I was ready a few minutes before the bell rang at 7:30.

David was fairly tall, maybe 6 feet 2 inches and in good shape at maybe 180 pounds. He had pleasant features, but I wouldn’t have called him handsome. His face, surrounded by thick black hair, was symmetrical with light blue eyes and full sensual lips. His one weakness, I thought, was his nose which didn’t seem to match his face. It was slender and pointed, much like a woman’s. I opened the door and welcomed David—he seemed nervous.

“Is he here? Will there be a problem?”

“Relax, David. Yes, he’s here—in the bedroom—and he’s securely fastened to my make-up bench. He can’t move without pulling his balls from his body. I’ve given him instructions that he is to watch us, but to say nothing. I’ll want him to clean your cock and my pussy once we’re done.”

Regaining his confidence, David continued, “You know, Marge, how much I’ve admired that fine ass of yours. What’s going to happen if I fuck you there? Will he still clean us?”

“He’ll do what I tell him, but I’m not promising you my ass. I’ve never done that and I’m not sure I want to now. We’ll see,” I said patting his cheek. I kissed him quickly and led him to the bedroom. “Gerald, this is David. He’s here to help you with your fantasy. What do you say to him?”

“Thank you, David. I appreciate your help. I hope you enjoy yourself.”

David laughed, “Oh, I’m sure I will.” He turned back to me and kissed me passionately, “You look fantastic, Marge—incredible, in fact—nothing like the librarian I know.” We laughed together as I began to unbutton his shirt. I slipped it down his arms and into a chair. Then I unbuckled his belt and dropped his jeans to the floor. He stepped out of them as I hooked my thumbs under his boxers. “Oh my God,” I thought, “his cock is beautiful!” I reached out tentatively. It was long—almost eight inches—and thick—I could barely reach my fingers around it. I couldn’t wait to have it in my pussy. I was already oozing.

I pulled now naked David into an embrace, rubbing my breasts into his hairy chest. I checked quickly and Gerald was looking, eyes wide open. I reached down and stroked his magnificent organ as I led him to the bed. I fell back, pulling David to me. I was almost ready, but he pulled me vertical so he could remove the corset. “I love the feeling of a woman’s skin against mine and your skin is so soft.” He kissed his way down my neck to my breasts. They’re not huge, but they are more than proportional to my slender frame—a solid B-cup, making my 32-25-33 body stand out in a crowd. David suckled my left breast while he fondled and massaged the right. Next he kissed his way down my body. I looked again at Gerald; he was red with embarrassment, but he never took his eyes away. I gasped when David took my pussy with his tongue and lips. His tongue was long and strong. He found my G-spot when he fucked that tongue into me repeatedly. I came readily even though Gerald had sucked me six times and Tina another five just over the past twenty-four hours. His tongue felt like magic in my cunt.

I was breathing hard when I sat up suddenly and pushed David onto his back. I kneeled between his legs and licked the tip of his rock hard cock, slurping up the drops of pre-cum there. I next took the head into my mouth, licking all around it and sliding my tongue down the ultra sensitive underside of his shaft. It was David’s turn to groan and he did not disappoint me. “Oh God, Marge I need you. I need to fuck you so badly. Please!” I backed off his cock and reached to the night stand where I had laid a box of condoms. Gerald and I always used condoms when we fucked—I was not ready to have a child with him. He was irresponsible and lazy—maybe someday, though. I carefully rolled the condom down his shaft then leaned onto my back and spread my legs, taking my ankles in my hands. I looked again at Gerald—he looked on fascinated. Maybe it really was his fantasy!

David slid easily into my cunt. I was so wet and so turned on. In seconds he was balls deep into me. I appreciated his length, but his girth was incredible. My cunt had never felt so full—so stretched. Slowly David began to fuck me, pulling out almost, but not quite, all the way before thrusting back into me again. I wrapped my feet around his waist and met every thrust with one of my own. I could feel my orgasm coming and I could sense that he was close, too. Please, I prayed, let me cum before you do! And then my prayers were answered—I shook and shuddered as it hit and rolled through my body just seconds before I could feel the warmth of his cum filling the condom. He collapsed onto my chest…my heaving chest trying to recover from that sensational orgasm. He rolled over still breathing hard seconds later.

I sat up and removed the condom. I walked to Gerald and told him to open his mouth while David looked on fascinated. I reversed the condom, allowing his semen to drip into Gerald’s mouth. I pushed the condom into his mouth and told him to clean it out. It was empty when I pulled it out a minute later. I then moved my cunt to Gerald’s mouth. No command was needed; he licked and sucked my cunt clean. I patted his head, kissed him and returned to David in the bed.

David shook his head, “I will never understand how a man could allow his wife to do something like this, but I’m glad he did. This has been a wonderful experience, Marge—one I never thought would happen.”

“I won’t bother to explain all the circumstances to you, David but this weekend is kind of an experiment in which Gerald is experiencing all his fantasies. It’s my gift to him. You see I do love him very much. He can be a little weird at times and this is one of those times.” I reached out to stroke David’s semi-erect cock. “I’m ready to try that something new you mentioned. Just try not to hurt me…please.”

“I’d never hurt you, Marge. You know that. Got some lube? I’ll need it to get you ready.” I looked again at Gerald. He looked like he was about to speak so I held my fingers to my mouth to remind him—silence! David lubed a finger and slid it effortlessly into my butt. I’d never even thought about doing something like this—I felt as perverse as Gerald! Soon David was pumping two fingers into my ass. It felt divine. My whole butt was tingling. David moved swiftly behind me and slid his hard cock into my dripping cunt. He pumped me so hard I barely noticed when he moved a third finger into my asshole. He pumped my pussy with his cock and my ass with his fingers. Then, in a quick motion he withdrew his fingers and moved his cock into my ass. Oh fuck! It felt so damn good. He placed his hands onto my hips for leverage and fucked me sweetly. I felt as though I might explode—and then I did—in an explosive orgasm that went on and on and on.

My ass felt one mini-explosion after another even after the orgasm had expired as David pounded me. He slowed down for just a moment and I knew it was coming. Would I feel it, the hot searing cum blowing into my rectum? I hoped so and suddenly the moment came; I could feel his cock engorge as he drove even deeper than before. And then he bathed me in his cream. On and on it went for him; it felt that his very body was turning inside out and pouring into my slutty ass. I fell forward, David on my back. I could feel our sweat intermingle, our heart beats joining as one. It was an incredible experience. I turned my head to see Gerald staring at us—I wondered what he was thinking.

Slowly David rose, his weary body recovering. I pointed him to Gerald with the comment, “Gerald, clean and thank him.”

“Thank you Mr. David for taking such good care of my Mistress. May I please clean you with my mouth?”
David walked slowly to Gerald and, shaking his head, thrust his cock deeply into his mouth. Gerald gagged, but actively used his tongue all over David’s cock, tasting, I’m sure, the succulent flavor of my ass. David pulled out a minute later to find his cock sparkling clean. “Uh…thanks…uh….”

“Gerald,” I helped as I slipped into a robe.

“Yeah, thanks Gerald. Hopefully, I’ll see you again under similar circumstances.” I chuckled as David began to dress. I walked him to the door. ‘What are the chances we’ll do this again?”

“I honestly don’t know. I’m not the kind of wife who cheats and the only reason we did this tonight was because I wanted to enable his fantasies. A lot will depend on the decision he makes on Monday—whether to go back to our regular lives or to continue like this.”

“Well, I’m voting for more of this. It was weird being with you while he was watching, but you’re incredible. I hope we have another chance together.”

“Yes…me, too, but it’s not strictly my decision. I’ll let you know the next time I see you at the library.” I leaned into him and we kissed passionately. Then I let him out the door, closing and locking it behind him. I returned to Gerald and removed him from the bench. I held him while his circulation returned and his muscles regained their strength. “You were excellent, Gerald and you have earned your reward, but not until you’ve cleaned out my ass. Now, lie on the bed while I straddle you.” I pushed him to the bed, laid him down and climbed over his head. I positioned my asshole over his mouth and relaxed my sphincter as though I was moving my bowels. I could feel a big blob of cum drip from my ass. It was followed a few seconds later by another. I reminded Gerald to swallow and checked before I climbed off. He did fantasize about humiliation and, truthfully, I couldn’t think about anything more humiliating than sucking another man’s sperm from your wife’s ass.

I pulled Gerald up by his handcuffed wrists and led him to the bathroom. I gave him some mouthwash and water to drink. I sat him on the toilet and watched while he peed. I pulled him up and took him to the computer. I selected a “Gals Fuck Guys” site and set the timer. I left to remove the sheets and replace them before making the bed. I jumped into the shower for a quick wash wondering how I’d like an open marriage. I chained Gerald to the foot of the bed, giving him a blanket and pillow, before kissing him good night. I fell asleep quickly, completely sated by the evening’s activities. I wondered if I might like anal with Gerald. Maybe.

GERALD

My Mistress woke early; I was awake—I didn’t sleep well. Watching her with Tina was disturbing. I began to wonder if my fantasies were worth all I was going through. Mistress Marge needed to pee. She straddled my face and peed directly into my mouth. I can’t say I enjoyed it—the taste was terrible and it’s hot which makes it even worse. The best part came when she was done and asked me to clean her pussy and give her an orgasm. It must have been intense—she squirted over my face. I never knew she could do that. I thanked her for allowing me to serve her then I finally managed to get a few hours sleep but woke when my Mistress rose from bed and took me to the bathroom to relieve myself. I offered to drink her pee, but she turned me down, sending me to make breakfast. I returned to the bedroom with coffee just in time to see Tina eating her pussy. I was embarrassed by all this lesbian activity; it was fun watching it on the computer, but it wasn’t fun in real life.

I served my Mistress and Tina and assumed my position on the floor. She turned me around and fed me—little bits of egg and bacon from her fingers. It was a loving gesture not unnoticed by me. I rested my head on her silky thigh. I cleaned up the dishes and she made me work on the house—dusting, vacuuming, and cleaning the bathrooms. I never did this kind of work; this was woman’s work. I found it demeaning at first, but after a while it began to appeal to me, much like eating Marge’s pussy.

She fed me a sandwich around noon, allowing me to use my hands—amazing how we take some things for granted. In the afternoon she had me work outside edging and weeding the beds around the house. I had never noticed how seedy the outside of our house looked in comparison to others in the neighborhood. I rarely did this work either, complaining after Marge had nagged me incessantly about it. I was exhausted when she took me in around five. My hands were blistered and my muscles cramping from the exertion.

I was fed chili—not my favorite at all—but it was a hearty meal that I could handle without any silverware. After dinner she unloaded a bombshell—she was going to fuck some young kid she’d met at the library. Not only would I have to watch, but I’d be called on to clean her pussy and his cock, too. She hogtied me onto her make-up bench and tied off my balls so I could barely even breathe, let alone move. To make matters even worse, if possible, she dressed in some slutty outfit I’d never even seen. My cock bulged in its prison.

When she brought the kid in I was mortified. It was bad enough in front of Tina—I knew her—but this guy was a stranger—younger, taller, and better looking than I was. When Marge dropped his pants I realized he was also bigger than me, too.

Marge had warned me not to look away. My head was forced up by the posture collar—again much more fun on the computer screen than in real life. I dared not close my eyes unless I wanted a beating to make last night’s seem like child play. So I watched; they seemed to have such fun and enjoyed each other. I missed making love to my wife. What a fool I’d been. What a fool!

So I watched them fuck until she orgasmed and he came a few seconds later. It got worse—infinitely worse when she made me clean out the filthy condom, sucking out his seed and swallowing. I was totally humiliated, or I thought I was. After I cleaned Marge’s cunt she went back to the bed and let him fuck her ass. I couldn’t believe it! I’d just as soon skip the details, if you don’t mind, but once done I was required to suck and clean his cock, removing the shit that had stuck to it. I thought it couldn’t get any worse, but again I was wrong.

Marge—my Mistress during this weekend—laid me on the bed and straddled my head, dropping his cum from her ass into my mouth—two big blobs of shitty semen. Now I was certain—I had been reduced to a nothing—a cipher—nothing but a tool for my Mistress’ use. Even watching some asshole being beaten on the computer couldn’t raise my spirits. I went to bed a broken man.

CHAPTER 3 – SUNDAY

MARGE

I would have enjoyed sleeping in, but I had a responsibility to Gerald to treat him like a slave. But…I thought…couldn’t I do both? I skipped from bed to find Gerald sound asleep. He wasn’t used to all that work he did yesterday. If he chooses to remain a slave I’d make him work hard, lose weight and replace it with muscle. Our house, long an eyesore in the neighborhood, would become a showplace, painted with new shrubs and flowers, a freshly mowed lawn every week. Ah, well…maybe. “C’mon, Gerald time to get up.” I roused him, unlocked his chain and led him to the bathroom. I watched him pee and let him shower. I gave my instructions while he was drying. “Make coffee, Eggs Benedict, English Muffins with butter and jam—enough for two—and bring it all to the bed on a tray. Now, off with you and don’t take all day. Throw on a robe and bring in the newspaper. Do that first then naked again.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he replied as he hustled off down the hall. I relaxed back in the bed, fluffing up several pillows so I could sit comfortably. I pulled up the blankets and reflected on the past two days. I could already see a change in Gerald. He was more responsible than I’d ever seen him, not that he had any choice—I’d seen to that. Today I would work him hard, just like any slave, and then I’d humiliate him again. Then I’d be done. I’d give him his options tomorrow, maybe as early as noon. So far I had no idea what his decision would be.

He brought me the newspapers. It had been years since I could read them in leisure. Sundays were always so hectic between church, making the Sunday dinner, and getting my clothes ready for the coming week. Perhaps Gerald might actually help me in the future. Well, I could always hope.

It was perhaps a half hour later that Gerald returned with the tray of food. I had him kneel next to me and fed him as I had done yesterday. He was almost like a young child or faithful dog as he licked my fingers clean. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, motioning him to cover my cunt with his mouth. I washed his breakfast down with my urine. I kissed his head once I was done and resumed my position in bed. I gave him his instructions for the day and told him to get to it. I would check on him shortly.

I gave the kitchen the once over—it was spotless. Apparently he had learned his lesson well. When I went outside I found him trimming the shrubs as I had ordered. I watched as he raked the trimmings. He continued this work after lunch and I stopped him just after five. It was almost dark. I allowed him a shower and fed him, a nice roast beef that I cut into small pieces and fed him from his bowl with some mashed potatoes and gravy. After dinner I set him up to watch his BDSM video while I prepared for the evening’s fun.

Gerald gave a double take when I walked in to turn off the computer thirty minutes later. He couldn’t take his eyes off my dick. It was long, thick, and black, swinging back and forth with every step as it hung from my strap-on. “I did it last night, Gerald now it’s your turn. I’ll gag you if you make a commotion so be quiet.”
I led him back to the kitchen where I tied him to the table as I had done Friday night. Tonight, though, I had other ideas for his ass, although I wouldn’t complain about reddening his cheeks if he objected too much. I tied him tightly, spreading his legs with the spreader bar at his ankles. I rubbed my hands over his butt cheeks, relaxing him—I knew he was nervous…I would be, too.

I pulled on a latex glove and dribbled some lube onto his anus. I pushed it in with my finger. I realized then that my fingers were much thinner than David’s. I’d probably have to push four into Gerald to come even close to the dildo’s diameter. Fucking Gerald’s ass with my fingers was fun, but I really wanted to fuck him—to humiliate him once again. It wasn’t long before I had three fingers in him; it was about then that I noticed his moaning. I added some more lube and pushed that fourth finger into his ass. I thought he was ready.

I used my other hand to rub the dildo with lube. I pulled my fingers out, noticing Gerald’s groan of disappointment. Only seconds later I aimed the hard vinyl cock at the small space created by my fingers. I pushed and the cock’s head slipped past the sphincter. I was in and could take my time now. I pushed slowly now, arching my back and forcing my hips forward. I repeated several times until all eight inches was buried in his rectum. I humped him for a few minutes before changing my angle. I stood tall, pushing the dildo down and contacting his prostate. I saw what I wanted to see less than a minute later. Gerald was being milked—semen leaked from his cock onto the floor, but he never had an orgasm. He experienced not even an iota of pleasure from the fucking I was giving him.

I pulled out when his leakage stopped. I untied Gerald, had him kneel in front of me and told him to clean my “cock.” I checked his work a few minutes later and gave him the OK. Then I pointed to the floor—he was mortified when he saw the semen. “Your mess—you clean it up. Use your tongue and do a good job.” He was really upset, but when he saw the expression on my face he fell quickly to his knees. I pointed out a few drops he missed and he reluctantly licked them up.

It was still early—too early for bed so I took him to the bathroom to clean his butt. I washed it with a hot wash cloth and a little soap. Most lube is water soluble so it was a quick and easy job. I had fun washing Gerald’s balls. When I was done I led him to the living room. I sat down with my book and had him sit at my feet. I wasn’t surprised when he laid his head on my thigh. I ran my fingers through his hair and down his cheek. Around eleven I led him to the foot of the bed where I once again chained him to the bed frame, gave him a pillow and blanket, and kissed him good night. He was asleep before I turned out the light.

GERALD

My Mistress woke me; I’d slept surprisingly well that night despite all the humiliation I’d had with David—watching him fuck my wife was bad enough, but having to clean him and eat his cum out of Marge’s ass was disgusting! I couldn’t believe I actually fantasized about this! What the hell was I thinking? She led me to the bathroom where I relieved myself and showered. She gave me a specific menu for breakfast and I went to make it. She ate in bed and, once again, fed me with her fingers. Funny, I’d never licked her fingers before this weekend; I found it incredibly sensual. I probably would have gotten a hard-on if I wasn’t locked in this damn thing. I had been wearing it less than two full days and I already hated it.

After breakfast I was sent out to work in the yard again. I couldn’t believe how much yard work there was. Maybe I should have kept up with it. I trimmed almost all the shrubs, raked the cuttings and bagged them for the trash. I couldn’t remember the last time I had done this. Around five I was allowed to take a shower, eat from my bowl and watch a video of some guy getting fucked by a hot woman.

I almost fell off the chair when my Mistress walked in with a strap-on. That thing looked fucking huge! I couldn’t believe she was going to put that thing into my ass. She tied me to the table, fingered me, and fucked me. It hurt a bit at first, but in time it felt pretty good. At one point she stood higher and pushed that big vinyl cock in me at a different angle. I didn’t know why until later—when I looked down and saw my semen all over the floor. I had to clean the dildo and then she showed me the semen. I knew what to do before she even told me; I kneeled and licked the floor clean.

I took a shower wondering what she had for me next—it proved to be the best thing of the entire day. I sat at her feet while she read. I leaned my head against her smooth thigh—it was heavenly. When she ran her fingers through my hair I felt everything was worthwhile. She put me to bed and I fell asleep almost immediately.

CHAPTER 4 – MONDAY

MARGE

I woke early, but let Gerald sleep. I lay in bed thinking—what should I do today? Should I work his sorry ass hard or just have our discussion after breakfast? I wished I knew what to do. I closed my eyes and went back to sleep. When I woke again I had a plan. I never said it was a good plan, but it was a plan. I leaned down the bed—Gerald was still asleep so I got up, peed, and took a quick shower. He was awake when I walked out of the bathroom naked.

I got him up, sending him to the bathroom. While there I grabbed the shaving soap and razor; I handed them to him and pointed to my groin. I lifted one leg onto the toilet, opening myself to him. He carefully applied the soap and moved the razor over my labia. He shaved my pubic area just as carefully. He washed me once he was done and looked up at me. I gave him a look as if to say, “Well?” He took the hint and dove into my cunt tongue first. I knew I had to move—there was no way I could maintain myself in this position. I backed up to the vanity and sat on it, my legs spread almost 180 degrees. Gerald crawled to me, drank my juice, and tongue fucked me to a fantastic orgasm. I held his head in my cunt for many minutes as I recovered. I told him to make breakfast—fried egg sandwiches with bacon. I’d meet him in the kitchen.

Ten minutes later I was there and so was the breakfast. I sat Gerald between my legs and fed him bits of sandwich when he wasn’t licking and eating my pussy again. I came just as I finished the food. “Clean up, Gerald then I want to see you in the bedroom. You have fifteen minutes.”

I was sitting on the bed when Gerald crawled in. I motioned him to sit right in front of me. “Gerald, I could continue this for the rest of the day, but, truthfully, I’ve run out of ideas so I think the time has come for you to make your decision. I will abide by your decision whatever it is. We can continue the way we have all weekend with you as my slave and I will allow you thirty minutes of videos every day. We’ll live out your fantasies as we have these past few days, or we can go back to our “normal” relationship. However, if you ever watch anything remotely like those perverse sites again it will be divorce and public humiliation for you. I know what Mr. Seymour thinks of porn; I’m sure he’d fire you in a heartbeat. As I said, I will go along with your decision. Do you need time to make it?”

“No, Mistress, I found that having fantasies is one thing, bringing them to life is something else. I thought I would enjoy them, but I didn’t. I hated being humiliated and watching you with Tina and that David was more than I could bear. I apologize for ignoring you and your needs while I was acting the fool. I’d like to go back to normal, whatever that is, but…there was one thing….”

“What, Gerald?”

“No…never mind…it’s not important.”

“Very well then, why don’t you get dressed? I’ll be in the living room.” I bent down and kissed him on the lips.

I had been reading my book for almost fifteen minutes when I heard a noise in the hall. “Is that you, Gerald?” I heard some mumbling so I put the book aside and rose. I took two steps, turned into the hall, and stopped short. My hands went to my face. “Oh my!” I exclaimed. Gerald was there–still naked with his collar on his neck and his leash in his mouth. His head was on the floor in total submission. He shook in terror. I knelt next to him, rubbed his back, and lifted his chin with my finger. He looked at me fearfully. “Is this what you couldn’t talk to me about, Gerald? There was no reason to be embarrassed. We are married, you know. Come on, we need to talk.” I pulled the leash from his teeth and led him into the center of the living room. “Stay!” I ordered as though I was speaking to a dog.

I walked to the couch, stripped off my blouse and bra, and dropped my Capri’s and boy shorts. I sat, spread my legs, and tugged on the leash. I stopped Gerald inches from my pussy. “I want to be sure I understand, Gerald. You opted for normal–not to be a slave–but you want to serve me…to be submissive to my dominance. Am I right?” Gerald just nodded.

“Very well, Gerald I told you I would accept whatever decision you made and I accept this one. I will continue to be your Mistress, but you will be my submissive, not my slave. As a submissive you will have rights. I won’t torture you, but I reserve the right to punish you if needed.

“Now, listen closely—tomorrow you’ll leave for work at the regular time. When you return you will find your collar on a hook by the door. You’ll put it on, walk quickly to the bedroom where you’ll strip. You’ll return to the living room crawling where you will show me respect by kissing my feet and then you will adore me. What do you see right in front of your face?”

“Your pussy, Mistress.”

“Right…the embodiment of my power and authority over you…my womanhood. You will adore my pussy until I have an orgasm then you will spend an hour working around the house. I will have a list of chores for you.

“Now, one other thing, you will go to work tomorrow ‘commando,’ that is without underwear. You are not a man now so you will not wear a man’s underwear. I will go shopping tomorrow to buy you women’s panties. These, along with the chastity cage, will remind you of my authority over you. Wait here a minute.” I rose and walked into the closet, returning with my tape measure. “Stand!” I wrapped the tape around Gerald’s hips—37 inches. “OK, kneel. That’s so I will know what size to buy. Don’t be upset, Gerald. You haven’t been much of a man for a long time, but you will be one again. I will build you into the kind of man I want—the kind of man our children will be proud of and look up to. Yes, Gerald I am ready now to conceive. We will make love every night until I become pregnant, and maybe even beyond that. You will be a man again before I give birth. I will make you work every day and I’ll control your diet. You’ll lose weight and gain muscle. Do you accept my authority and control over you, Gerald…now and forever?”

Gerald lowered his head to kiss my feet as he replied, “Yes, Mistress.”

“Very well, Gerald now I want you to stand. I removed the chain from my neck and opened his cage. I released his penis and removed the restraining ring. I massaged his balls and the merest touch of my hand caused him to become fully erect. I didn’t know when I had ever seen him longer or harder. “Stand still,” I told Gerald, “Keep your hands at your sides.” I leaned forward, taking his hot hard organ into my mouth. I licked around the head and when I took him deep he groaned uncontrollably. Seconds later I felt him shoot over and over in my mouth. I cleaned his cock with my tongue and told him to kneel. “Open,” I commanded and when he did I kissed Gerald with more passion that we’d seen in months—maybe even years. He willingly accepted his own cum from my mouth and licked it from my oral surfaces. I broke the kiss, commanding him again, “Stand.” I replaced the cock cage and tightened the screws before replacing the chain around my neck.

“Now, Gerald you no longer have to worry about anything. Momma will take care of you. Come and sit in my lap. You’re my little boy and I’ll always take care of you. I put his mouth to my teat and allowed him to suckle for almost an hour.

GERALD

I had a good night’s sleep for the first time all weekend. The sun was high in the sky when my Mistress woke me. She took me to the bathroom as I wondered what diabolical things she would do to me today. Instead, she had me shave her pussy and eat her to yet another orgasm. An orgasm…what a wonderful thought…I wish I could have one. I went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast—fried egg sandwiches. I had just finished when she arrived. She fed me from her fingers as she had done at other meals, seating me this time between her legs so I could eat her juicy pussy yet again. She told me to clean up the mess and meet with her in the bedroom.

I crawled in and she told me she had run out of ideas—the experiment was over. A big part of me was relieved. I hated the humiliation and seeing that David fucking my beloved wife was terrifying as much as it was exciting. Watching was like being in your own porn flick, but I was so afraid she would enjoy fucking him too much—more than she ever enjoyed sex with me.

I was offered time but I had already decided—I wanted to return to our normal lives…well, almost. The problem was I couldn’t find the way to tell her that I loved her dominance of me and that I wanted more than ever to spend my life serving her. When she left me I felt paralyzed. I couldn’t get dressed; I couldn’t speak. Mindlessly, I crawled into the hallway. Somehow I had found my leash and put it into my mouth. When I reached the living room entrance I stopped. I couldn’t move another muscle. I was terrified—what would Marge say? What would she do? Would she be revolted by the sight of me? Would she throw me out—divorce me? No wonder I was shaking so terribly.

And then she found me…and she was all tenderness. She told me she would accept my decision whatever it was. She soothed me and led me to the living room where she told me what I should expect—how I would dress, how I would behave, how I would adore her pussy and kiss her feet. I would gladly to all those things so she would know how much I love her. That’s when she lowered the boom—she wanted to conceive! She would remold me into the kind of man she wanted me to be and she would do it quickly—in less than a year. I’d have to work—hard—to satisfy her. I’d do anything and I proved it when she sucked me to an orgasm then kissed me as I sucked my own cum from her mouth. She told me that was the last time she’d suck me off…from then on my seed was going into her pussy.

EPILOG

I bought Gerald a dozen pairs of feminine panties from Victoria’s Secret. I made him try them on the following afternoon. I could tell he was embarrassed, but I reminded him that this was but an intermediate step, one he had to pass through on his way back to being a man—my man—again. Once a week I applied the depilatory to Gerald’s skin, keeping him hairless. That, too, was a reminder of his past sins. I worked him every evening before dinner, but afterwards we always made love.

Gerald was not as big as David, but there was a big difference—I loved Gerald. We made love that Monday night and it was just as it had been years ago before we were married. We were nervous—never before had our coupling meant anything but a means for mutual enjoyment. Tonight and every night we would try to conceive. We showered together as we kissed and hugged. I removed Gerald’s chastity cage and cleansed his organ thoroughly. Gerald knelt before me, kissed my feet and then my pussy. I turned around and he licked my ass. Amazing—one weekend and he was almost totally broken. I doubted there was anything he wouldn’t do for me, and just four days ago he barely knew I was alive. I should have recognized how submissive he was years ago.

I led Gerald to the bed by his hard erect penis. I lay on the bed, inviting Gerald to join me. He fell into my arms. I cradled him on top of me, as one would with a young child, and allowed him to suckle my breast. I thought this would help to break him further—infantilize him, all the way to the bottom—so I could rebuild him the way I wanted. Gerald would be a man, but one that respected and adored his wife, one who waited on her every desire, one who anticipated her every need, one who lived for only a single purpose—to serve his wife.

I pulled Gerald around on top of me as we kissed for several minutes. “Are you ready now, Gerald? Are you ready after all the months of neglect to do your duty and take care of your wife?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Very well, Gerald, you may fuck me, but I will want you to hold your orgasm until I have given permission. You will cum, but only when I say so.”

“Yes, Mistress.” I placed his cock at my opening and pulled him into me. We thrust together slowly at first as we kissed and held each other. I moved his hand to my nipple; I moved my hand to his tender testicles, rubbing them as we fucked. Gerald broke the kiss, pulled back a few inches and whispered, “I love you, Mistress. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you, Mistress.” I smiled my approval; I knew I had Gerald right where I wanted him.

We had moved together for almost five minutes, going slowly so as to hinder his cumming. I had waited more than three months for this and I was going to make it last. After eight minutes I could feel a tiny rumbling deep within me. I quickened my pace and in a minute we were fucking like dogs. “Cum for me, Gerald. Fill me with your seed.” Gerald took four deep thrusts and came violently within me. A few seconds later my own orgasm arrived; its power overwhelmed me. I lay there panting, holding Gerald to me, “Stay inside me, Gerald. I don’t want your semen to leak out.” We lay there for almost thirty minutes before I ordered Gerald to rise and lick out my cunt.

We made love every night for almost a month except while I had my period then we continued in earnest and the second month my period never came…we were pretty sure I was pregnant. During this time I worked Gerald hard. He dropped almost twenty pounds the first three months. His flab was replaced with muscle. His posture improved and his back, once weak and gimpy, gained strength and flexibility. My favorite improvement though was his cock. As he lost weight it seemed to gain length and girth. It was probably nothing more than an optical illusion, but it helped Gerald’s ego tremendously.

As I promised I had gone shopping for Gerald’s new panties. I went to Victoria’s Secret at the mall and sought the assistance of an attractive salesgirl. I told her I needed panties to fit someone with 37-inch hips—my husband. Once we stopped laughing she brought an assortment for me to inspect. She suggested some with some extra room in the crotch—for his penis and balls. Apparently, I was not the only woman to buy these for my husband. I made Gerald try on all the panties that evening. He was embarrassed, but the next morning he put them on even though I had not yet removed his men’s underwear from his drawer. I never did remove them—there was no need. I asked Gerald about it one day; he replied that I had told him to wear the panties. He was just following my orders.

Our house was painted inside and out. He mulched the beds for the first time in years, applied fertilizer and weed control in the lawn. He planted new annuals every season. He mowed the lawn faithfully every week, at least. It wasn’t long—a few months at most—before he no longer needed direction from me. Gerald began to take pride in his accomplishments. He had begun his climb back.

I invited Tina to visit often, but I would not allow her to humiliate Gerald as she had that first weekend. She always saw him naked and he always treated her as he treated me—with the utmost respect and consideration. However, I never again had sex with Tina, nor did I allow her to pee in Gerald’s mouth. I still did that occasionally, like if I was in the middle of a TV show I was especially enjoying, or if I was engaged in some activity that I needed to stay with, but it was the exception rather than the rule. I treated these episodes as tests for Gerald.

I did invite David one more time. Gerald answered the door naked which probably scared poor David terribly. He brought us drinks and snacks and he did clean both David’s cock and my cunt. I did it just after my third month, mostly as a way of telling David good-bye. I gave up my volunteering at the library; I planned to be a full-time mother and I wouldn’t see him again. I know Gerald was relieved when I told David, but he didn’t gloat. I would have beaten him if he had.

Gerald was exactly where I wanted him when I gave birth. He reminded me of the reformed Scrooge from Dickens’ “A Christmas Carol.” He was promoted at work and, not surprisingly, credited me with his success. I was in the hospital for two days; when I returned home with our daughter I removed all the panties from his drawer. Gerald was a man again!

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I wrote this story for my friend, who’s mentioned obviously. It’s fiction and as I’m not a writer myself, it’s not of great quality from a writer’s standpoint. I hope the story itself is enjoyable to all who read it.

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You open the door and come into my classroom. I stand up and walk over to greet you, reaching my hand out, shaking your hand and introducing myself. “Hello, I’m Miss Alexander, but you can call me Miss Monica.” You look up at me and reply, “Hi, I’m Tiffany.”

After releasing your hand, I walk over to the door and turn the latch to lock the door. Upon hearing the latch you turn around and ask me, “Why are you locking the door?” To which I reply, “This is to make sure we aren’t interrupted honey.” Your eyes widen a bit when you hear me call you ‘honey.’ Turning back around I look directly at you, noticing that you’re dressed very casual in a simple pair of pink soffe shorts and a purple tee shirt, looking you up and down, wondering what is hiding underneath.

“Tiffany, please have a seat and we’ll begin. I’m going to start by asking you a few questions. First, have you ever masturbated?”

“Y… Yes.”

“How often do you masturbate?”

“Maybe, once a week.”

“Well, that’s good. You should be comfortable with your body.”

I walk over to you, standing in front of you as you sit at the desk, looking down at you. “Tiffany, I want you to strip down to your underwear please.”

“I… I’m not wearing panties.”

“Okay, then take off your shirt please.”

Watching you nervously pull your shirt up and over your head, seeing that you’re only wearing a gray sports bra, I notice your nipples start to stiffen before my very eyes. Realizing that I should be trying to make you as comfortable as possible, I reach down, unbutton and unzip my jeans, pushing them down around my ankles, revealing my shiny pink bikini panties to you. Standing like that for a moment, unbuttoning my shirt and dropping it off my shoulders behind me on the floor, letting you get a view of my almost matching pink bra, holding my breasts up nicely.

Noticing that you’re staring up at my chest, I look at you for a minute, seeing if you realize that I’ve caught you. After a bit I finally do something, clearing my throat, I see you jump slightly and look up at my face.

“Like what you see?”

“Ummm… yes.”

“So you are sexually attracted to women?”

Seeing you look away and blush, “Yea.”

Taking that moment to bend over and pull my jeans over my tennis shoes so I’m standing in front of you in just my underwear, becoming excited at the thought of having such an innocent young girl to ‘teach’ however I want.

“Tiffany, please stand up and walk over to my desk.”

Watching you stand slowly, walking over in front of my desk, checking out your ass on the way, enjoying the view. “Now bend over the desk.”

Looking at you bent over, your ass sticking out towards me. I walk up behind you and lean over you a bit. “Now don’t move.” Hearing you take a deep breath and shudder a little, I grab the waistband of your shorts and yank them down to your ankles, leaving them there. Looking at your pink lips protruding from underneath your ass cheeks, noticing they’re glistening with moisture, your moisture. Realizing you must be becoming aroused at being taking advantage of by your teacher I slide my hands over your plump ass cheeks, giving each one a quick smack, then kneading them.

Squeezing and kneading your soft cheeks, feeling my panties become moist as I’m getting aroused now. Taking my right hand and reaching around the front of you, softly rubbing your flat tummy, slowly moving my hand lower, feeling your bare mound, pushing down and noticing how plump and soft it is, I let out a low moan as that turns me on even more. Using my left hand to really start kneading your left cheek, slipping my other hand lower over your bare crotch, feeling an intense amount of heat coming from between your sexy thighs. Pushing my hand flatly against your lips, feeling my hand immediately become wet and sticky with your moisture. Cupping your crotch now and squeezing it, getting my hand nice and wet.

Leaning my head down, whispering, “Do you want me to continue?” into your ear. Massaging your ass cheek, waiting for your response. Hearing you gasp, “Yes, please don’t stop.” In a low moan.

Grinning to myself, pressing my panty clad crotch against your ass and pushing you forward so you’re standing a little more upright. Pushing my hand further down between your legs, reaching your now soaked opening, taking my two middle fingers and quickly shoving them deep into your pussy, feeling the walls immediately contract around my fingers. Taking my left hand off your ass and sliding it up your front, cupping your left breast, softly kneading it. Pushing my crotch against your ass, using the slick material of my panties to grind my clit against your plump cheek, feeling the crotch of my panties getting wetter and wetter by the moment.

Taking my left hand off your breast for a moment and shoving everything off my desk, grabbing you around the waist and lifting you onto the desk. “Lay face down.” You doing as I command, using your forearms to prop your upper body up just a little.

Climbing up onto the desk, using my knee to push your legs apart, reaching around and unsnapping my bra, letting it fall backwards onto the floor, exposing my breasts. Leaning myself down, pressing my hard nipples against your back, straddling your thigh, pressing my wet panty clad crotch against the back of it, slowly starting to move my hips up and down against your thigh. Leaving a wet, sticky trail on your leg, still moving my hips up and down, breathing heavier as I do.

Reaching with my right hand and opening my drawer, pulling out my glass dildo. Bringing it up between your legs and thrusting it deep into your pussy, feeling you gasp and jump forward as it enters your tight pussy. Leaving it there momentarily, raising my hand back and spanking your ass, first one cheek, then the other. Reaching back for the dildo, taking it and wiggling it back and forth first. Still grinding my pussy against your thigh, seeing my moisture starting to run down each side of your thigh, I can feel myself getting closer and closer to climax.

Squeezing your thigh between mine, stopping my orgasm from coming too soon. Taking the dildo and pulling it almost all the way out, then thrusting it all the way back in. I keep doing this, not getting any rhythm going yet, hearing your pussy making sloshing sounds around the dildo.

Raising myself upright, sticking my left hand down my panties, collecting moisture on my index and middle fingers. Pushing those two fingers between your butt cheeks and against your tight little asshole, teasing your ass, not pushing them in just yet. Finally deciding to pump the dildo in and out of your virgin pussy, I feel your breathing pick up, hearing you moaning more and moving your hips back and forth. Applying more pressure to your asshole, you push your hips up not wanting to wait anymore, forcing both my fingers into your tight ass. I hear you gasp as you do this, smiling to myself, knowing you’re about to cum. Holding my fingers in your ass, thrusting the dildo in as hard and fast as I can now, angling it so it’s pushing against your g-spot on every thrust in and out.

Knowing you’re about to orgasm, I start grinding myself against your thigh harder and faster, trying to bring myself off with you. I hear you gasp and moan, “Oh my god, I’m cumming!” Upon hearing you moan, I push my pussy down against your thigh hard, climaxing as you do, expelling copious amounts of cum through my panties and onto your leg.

Exhausted after that, I collapse onto you, pressing my breasts against your back. I can feel my pussy pulsing and my ears are ringing. I decide to just lay like that for now, relaxing on top of your sexy young body.

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