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A small town band gets a gig on a cruise ship, only to discover it’s and LBGTQ cruise that will change their lives

Dreamland was a moderately successful musical trio, whose music was a mix of country and soft rock, made up of one brother and two sisters– Debbie, 30; Mark, 26; and Amber, 25. They began singing together more than fifteen years ago at church, school, and YouTube.

Moderately successful, in that they had made it farther than most, but were nowhere near stardom. Of the thousands of singers and bands that had tried to make it in Nashville, they were among the top. They earned enough to live on, but not lavishly by any stretch. They were working on their third album, but they had all only sold directly on Amazon and the streaming platforms.

They opened for a few tours at ***********ed stops, and had played the Ryman Theater in Nashville. They performed with Darius Rucker, Leanne Rimes and the Eli Young Band. And toured with Jake Owen.

This put them in the top few percent of Nashville performers, but not in the one percent the multitude of bands strive for. For the most part, they still had to book gigs off their website, or take spotty fill-in slots on various tours that were usually last minute and limited.

They had had their moments when they all thought maybe it was time to give up the dream and to try something different, but in the end, they loved music and, despite the typical sibling squabbles, they stuck together. They were in one of those lulls as the new album had been a struggle; they closed it out and it was in final editing, when their manager called with another last-minute opportunity.

Debbie took the call and when their manager Arthur mentioned an opportunity, she added Mark and Amber to the call.

“Sorry, it’s last minute, but It’s an interesting one. Coming off the album work, it can also be a working vacation,” said Art.

“Is it Vegas?” asked Amber.

“No, but there is gambling,” replied Art, without elaborating.

“Atlantic City?” asked Mark.

“Nope…”

“A Cherokee casino somewhere?”

“Nope. Any more guesses?” asked Art, enjoying the game that had spontaneously gotten started.

“Spill, Art,” said Debbie.

“It’s a cruise.”

There was collective silence, as they processed.

“Doesn’t sound like a career builder, but a working vacation, suddenly sounds a little better. Never been on a cruise.”

“How long’s the gig?” asked Amber.

“Eleven nights, and pack the bathing suits, it’s the Southern Caribbean, leaving from Fort Lauderdale. You will need to be in Fort Lauderdale in three days with your equipment. You get to board a day early so twelve nights, actually. You can get a rehearsal in the auditorium and meet the other bands before the cruise begins”

“Who are the other bands?” asked Mark.

“Getting to that. But first, the opening just occurred because K.D. Lang had to withdraw. The other two on the ticket are Chely Wright and Lila McCann. So you would open five shows for 25 thousand dollars.

“K.D.’s entourage had five rooms that would be yours. So, the three of you, your drummer and sound engineer, would each get their own room, prepaid along with comped food and beverages. They would also like you to do some sets acoustically in the piano bar each night. There are always tips associated with that, and the days are yours to do whatever you like.”

“Can we make this a cruise ship residency deal?” teased Amber.

“Can I bring Brittney?” asked Mark.

“No residency, I’m afraid, but yes, significant others are included. Sounds like Amber’s in.”

Debbie looked at Amber, since both were between boyfriends. They smiled and joked, “What happens on the cruise stays on the cruise.”

“That sounds like a yes all around,” said Art.

We need to check with Kevin and Mike, but Chely Wright and Lila McCann and our first cruise… Give us an hour and we’ll call you back,” said Debbie.

They hung up and jumped up and down, having one of those moments that made it all worth it. They weren’t rich by any stretch of the imagination, but they had reached a level of success that opened the doors to new opportunities that very few would ever get to experience.

Mark pointed to Debbie’s phone. “Call Brittney first, put it on speaker.”

Debbie speed dialed, and she answered, “Hey Dee, what’s up?”

“We have a surprise. You’re on speaker,” said Debbie.

“Brit, do you think you could get two weeks off? We have a chance to go on a free Caribbean Cruise and get paid!” asked Mark, happily.

“Well, I do work for my dad, so I think I might be able to convince the boss. When?”

“We’d have to leave for Fort Lauderdale tomorrow with the box truck and Amber’s car.”

“Are you kidding? I don’t even have a decent bathing suit,” replied Brittney. “That will piss off the boss, with no notice.”

“Why my car?” asked Amber.

“Ah, let’s see, a 1983 Caddy, the trunk is big enough for our gear and suitcases, either that or twelve and a half hours with four of us in a Corolla and luggage strapped to the top. No offence, sweetie,” joked Mark.

“So you’re serious?” asked Brittney.

“Yes, we have an hour or so to decide. We’ll need to brush up on K.D. songs. We should at least cover “Constant Craving” for the disappointed fans.”

“Love that song. Got it programmed,” said Amber, pointing at her head.

“Talk to your dad, babe, and call back quickly…”

“Will we have our own room?” asked Brittney.

“Yes, significant others are included,” responded Mark.

“We each get a room, too,” said Debbie.

Amber joked, “What happens on the cruise ship…”

“Stays on the cruise ship,” all three ladies finished together.

“I like it,” said Brittney, excitedly.

“I hope that includes me,” teased Mark.

“Of course, my love, I would never exclude you,” joked Brittney.

Debbie and Amber looked at one another, with a surprised expression.

“Cruise ship rules,” said Debbie.

“I am liking the sounds of this. Let me call the boss.” Brittney used her sweet daughter voice. “Daddy, I have a once in a lifetime opportunity, but I don’t want to leave you shorthanded…”

“Yeah, you’ll be coming,” said Mark. “We need to call Kevin and Mike. Call us back once you hear from your dad.”

“Okay what time will we need to leave? Ladies, can we go shopping this evening?” asked Brittney.

“Not sure, depends what time we can board on Thursday. It’s gonna be at least twelve hours, probably more. Maybe early, if we want to drive it all tomorrow. Talk to your dad,” said Mark.

“All right, love ya’, bye.”

Brittney hung up, excited. She was happy to hear her sisters-in-law Debbie and Amber sounding so bold and excited. The Richards family came from small town Mississippi and were usually very reserved and cautious. They had deep Christian roots, and Brittney always felt like the harlot of the family.

Although, she had seen the secret side of Mark, and had pushed him to do things she never thought he would be open to. So maybe, the girls had that hidden side, as well. But, she never really saw Amber or Debbie exhibit any risqué behavior, outside of having some of their outfits on stage a bit skimpy.

Debbie, in particular, came across as if she felt it was a necessary evil for marketing the band, but didn’t really enjoy showing off her body to strangers. Amber seemed to like the attention a bit more, being the youngest and the most rebellious of the three.

Brittney thought both were quite beautiful, but very reserved. They were similar in build, not chunky by any means, but not twigs, either. They had a little meat on the bones, and both had some junk in the trunk, but they were flat bellied with wide, curvy hips and round, prominent asses. They both had long dark brown hair, and small-to-medium breasts. Amber, though younger, was two inches taller and slightly larger framed. She had brown eyes, and Debbie’s were more hazel. Brittney’s opinion of their beauty may have been biased, due to the fact that she looked like a third sister, including her bluish-hazel eyes.

Brittney also had a love of music, played guitar and sang, as well. She was always cautious about ever insinuating herself into the band but did sing with them and play at casual events and family settings. Never on stage, despite Mark’s occasional push to have her do so. She would not become a rift in the dynamic that had kept the siblings together for so long.

As predicted, Brittney was able to convince her father to let her get the time off. Then she texted Debbie and Amber about taking a quick shopping trip that evening.

Brittney: Are U up for shopping this evening? I need a bathing suit and some accessories.

Debbie: I could use 1 or 2

Amber: Green Hill OK?

Debbie: OK, time?

Brittney: Lots 2 do, how’s 5?

Amber: meet at Lilly Pulitzer?

Brittney: ok, then V.S.

Debbie: Need a real bathing suit, not butt floss

Brittney: What happens on the cruise…

Amber: Thongs all around!

Brittney: I’m in!

Debbie: Nope

Amber: flaunt it sis!

Debbie: 5 @ Lilly, gotta get ready

After a crazy afternoon of packing and prepping, Amber and Brittney arrived on time and scoped the bikinis at Lilly Pulitzer. They were very cute and actually perfect for Amber’s taste, and they were sure Debbie would love them.

“These are almost too perfect,” said Brittney.

“Yes, but this trip is about cutting loose. We need less cute and more slut. Let’s try Victoria’s Secret. I’ll let Debbie know,” said Amber.

She texted and Debbie agreed to meet them at Victoria’s Secret and said she was fifteen minutes out. So they went to Nordstrom on the way and checked out their offerings. There were a couple more risqué options there, and they noted it could be their backup store in case VS didn’t come through.

When the three of them entered Victoria’s Secret, Amber set the tone and immediately went to a red mini-string bikini that left nothing to the imagination. The bottoms of the bikini consisted of a triangle in front and back, connected by a quarter-inch-wide strap for the waistband, the rear triangle covered two thirds the width of the lower back at the waistband and narrowed to a point about mid-ass crack. It exposed easily three-quarters of her ass cheeks.

The top reminded Debbie of two slings. The cups, if one could call them that, were tall, skinny triangular halters with the quarter-inch shoulder straps going straight up over the shoulders. There was a three-inch gap between them at the bottom that consisted of the quarter-inch strap material, so the inner third of each breast and everything in between were bare. The cups narrowed quickly, barely covering Amber’s half-dollar areolas. In back, the tiny shoulder straps angled toward the center of her back and connected to the quarter-inch horizontal strap. It exposed almost her entire back.

Debbie thought if one were to cut the top down the middle, they could make two slings, just like young King David used to take down the giant. Although, she thought putting those slings on Amber’s tits, could slay a few giants just as effectively.

Debbie could not bring herself to buy anything so bold. She looked at some more traditional bikinis, much to the chagrin of Brittney and Amber. To apply a little more peer pressure, Brittney picked out a little leopard number.

The top was a classic string bikini that tied behind the neck and in the back. Debbie was shocked by it, thinking how easily someone could sneak up behind, grip both strings, pull them, and she’d be topless before she even knew it.

The bottom was a low-cut tiny bikini with one-inch-wide straps that carried around to the back. On the left front hip, there was a gold-colored heart that held the strap together and added just a hint of sexiness. The back was the one-inch leopard strap with a tiny triangle at the top of her ass crack, exposing even more of her ass than Brittney’s.

Debbie was not ready for that extreme; Amber and Brittney finally relented with a ruched, more traditional cut bottom, with a ruffled waistband, and ruffles around the legs. What sold them was the ruched seam down the center of the ass drew the bottoms into her crack, highlighting her ass beautifully, and the way it pulled the waistband down in the center, made it look like a ruffled heart– that would draw the observer’s eye to her beautiful round ass.

The top was a more conservative halter-cut design that tied at her neck with the ruffles outlining her chest opening. There was an inch-wide wraparound strap that clipped in the back. What also set it off was the color– ‘shocking blue’.

When she looked at herself in the mirror, she cringed.”Oh God, it makes my ass look huge.”

“First of all, Kim Kardashian would be deeply offended. If your ass is huge, what is hers? Secondly, your ass looks great, Debbie,” Amber encouraged.

“Okay, but I’m gonna need a wrap…”

“Nope. We are on a cruise; we are having fun, and we are flaunting it!” replied Amber.

The final concession by Debbie was that no wraps or cover-ups were allowed. Bodies would be fully visible while wearing bathing suits. The only exception would be Daisy Dukes, if they ate at a restaurant or something.

They were all impressed at how quickly they had decided. They made the purchases; despite the fact they were the most expensive bathing suits they’d ever bought. They quickly headed home to finish packing.

A barrage of texts flew all night with plans; questions on what to pack; what equipment and how much luggage was allowed. Their manager let them know the number of bags, each could have, and at what time they could unload their equipment and where.

Mark, Mike, and Kevin made sure the truck was loaded and fueled. Since they could unload at ten o’clock Thursday morning, they decided it was best to get an early start Wednesday because it would be a twelve-and-a-half-hour drive with no traffic issues. With Atlanta four hours out, they chose to leave at six AM to put them there around ten AM, hopefully after the morning rush.

Mike and Kevin led with the truck, while Mark, Brittney, Debbie, and Amber followed in the Caddy.

Debbie and Amber brought a guitar and mini-keyboard in the car, and since they were subbing for K.D. Lang, they decided to refresh the song in their minds, to do a cover of “Constant Craving” during their show. They had done it many times in their early years, so it didn’t take long to get it back. Then they worked on “If I Were You” as a second option.

They took turns driving and made the first stop to refuel before going through Atlanta. As the trip progressed and traffic slowed in Atlanta, they continued with the what-happens-on-the-cruise-ship theme; the banter got bolder, with Brittney and Amber teaming up Debbie.

“So, Dee, have you ever done a threesome?” taunted Brittney.

“Ah, no! Thanks for asking.”

“Have you?” Debbie taunted back, watching Mark’s reaction.

He glanced at Brittney and grinned. She smiled back and bounced her eyebrows. Then, they both joked in unison. “What happens on the cruise ship…”

Amber stared at Brittney, whose expression seemed to be one of real contemplation, with a subtle smirk on her face.

Little did she know, Brittney’s thoughts were reflecting on the strap-on dildo she had snuck into her luggage. She discovered early on in their relationship that Mark was very sensitive, anally. When she’d noticed it, she tried inserting a finger while blowing him, and his reaction was remarkable. Then it became two fingers, and later, from various positions. Every time she went further, he seemed to get more excited.

The transition took time, but eventually, she took it to a whole new level and bought the strap-on. She found it oddly exciting to be the top and watch his reaction. They limited their use of it, and it had never left the bedroom. But the cruise, and the build up to it, seemed like the perfect time to take it outside their bedchamber.

With the conversation leading to threesomes, the thought of seeing Mark experience the real thing while she watched and waited her turn, made her tingle. She guessed Mark was imagining a different threesome combination, which didn’t excite her much. There was always a fear, he might like the other woman better. She thought how funny the mind worked; she couldn’t even entertain the possibility he may like the guy from her threesome fantasy better.

Debbie was in disbelief, at how badly the conversation had devolved.

Amber noticed and jumped on the bandwagon. “Throuples are the thing, now. Have you seen Doctor Odyssey? Of course, the show’s about a cruise ship.”

“You’re all out of your minds,” said Debbie, shaking her head.

They all seemed to love pushing Debbie’s buttons, and the harassment continued for the rest of the road trip.

When they reached their hotel room in Fort Lauderdale, they were just down the road from a Walmart. So after dinner, they all walked over to see what they might find for the trip. At that point, Debbie was growing tired of the stick-in-the-mud label they were pasting her with.

The three ladies wandered into the bathing suit area, and Amber held up a bright-colored thong. “Here you go, Debbie. In your size,” she teased.

“You know what, I’ll take it, you little shit,” she said, as she took it from her sister’s hand.

She decided to call Amber’s bluff and end the harassment.

“There’s the matching cover-up,” prodded Amber.

“No wraps! No cover-ups! Tits up and ass out!” barked Debbie, determined to show them.

“Yes!” said Brittney. “Cruise ship rules! Tits up and ass out, all the way!”

She giggled and they all ended up getting another bikini, sun hats and lots of suntan lotion. They were all pretty pale, as spring had just arrived.

It had been a long day, and they turned in early, wondering what the venue would be like on a cruise ship, and how the loading process of their equipment would be.

The next day was beautiful, and seventy-five degrees, by the time they reached the port. Mike and Kevin were directed to the loading area with the truck and the Caddy had to park in the passenger lot.

When they reached the ship, they were amazed at the size of it.

“Wow, it’s huge,” said Amber, with a giant smile.

“This is great, boarding a day early. We went on a cruise when I was ten, and the line to get on took what seemed like days,” said Brittney.

Debbie noticed some rainbow flags visible on some of the decks, but didn’t think anything of it, until they boarded. The signage and posted activities made it clear immediately– it was an LBGTQ cruise.

Suddenly, it all made sense. Chely Wright, Lila McCann, and K.D. Lang– they’re all gay. Debbie looked at Amber, saw the shock on her face, and couldn’t help but smile. In one sense, she felt a sense of relief. Their little battle of the smallest bikini and banter about what happens on the cruise ship had made her uncomfortable.

This discovery meant that, at least, most of the guys wouldn’t be ogling and drooling all over them. And since they weren’t gay, there would be nothing happening on the cruise ship that needed to stay on the cruise ship.

“Oh my God, it’s a gay cruise!” said Amber, mouth agape. “I am gonna kick Art’s ass for this.”

Debbie saw a chance to get a little payback for all the needling she’d taken. “What happens on the…”

“Ooo!”

They all laughed at Amber’s sudden prudishness after being the chief instigator.

“This doesn’t change a thing, Amber. We still get to work with great musicians, make good money, and have fun. I’d bet the house; these will be the best crowds ever.”

“She’s right, it will be fun for sure,” Brittney added.

The rest of the day was a whirlwind. The entertainment director for the cruise met them shortly after they made it to their rooms and took them off to orientation training, where they learned what to do and where to go in case of an emergency. Then they went to the auditorium for a tour, and a chance to meet the other musicians.

The auditorium was amazing. There was seating for nearly 1,400 people. Mark looked around, in awe, that this was actually inside of a boat.

Lila McCann was on her own. Her wife could not make the trip. She was distracted and seemed a little nervous. This was a bit of a comeback opportunity for her, as she had been on a hiatus from music.

Debbie had a nice discussion with Lila’s violinist, Stephanie. Debbie had dreamed of playing the violin but just didn’t seem to ever get a feel for it. But she was always envious of those who could master it. Stephanie was a married mother of two with short dark hair and purple tips. She looked like she was in great shape, but Debbie was amazed that her arm was completely tatted. She could hardly believe such a cute girl could do that to her body.

Chely Wright and her wife Lauren were great. They were both beautiful and sweet and their twin boys, George and Everett, were amazing. They were twelve, but spoke better than a lot of adults. They all took pics, and Amber had a fun conversation with the boys, until they had to go to their schoolwork. They had a tutor who travelled with them when they joined Chely on the road.

“Ladies, they are adorable, and so smart and articulate,” said Amber.

“Thanks, they spend a lot of time around adults since we travel so much,” replied Chely.

“You’ve both done good, they are smart and polite young men,” said Amber, including Lauren, in the conversation.

“Thanks,” replied Lauren. “Well, I will let you all get to it.”

“Great to meet you Lauren,” replied Amber and Debbie, in unison.

Later that night, they all talked about how beautiful Chely was and commented, they hoped to look half that pretty at fifty-five. They all agreed Lauren was just as hot. They were maybe more excited to meet her. The Senior Director of Marketing for Sony Music could open a lot of doors.

For the rest of the day and into the evening, there were walkthroughs, sound checks, stage setups, and playlist ***********ions. There was one-hundred-percent agreement for Dave’s Highway doing a cover of “Constant Craving” in honor of K.D. Lang, since she had to cancel.

They all turned in early after a whirlwind couple of days. As a result, they were up and about, by eight the next morning. They got breakfast, put on bathing suits and took to some lounge chairs on deck. Boarding began around nine. The boarding passengers finished orientation, and people began to trickle onto the deck by eleven.

It became apparent that, almost immediately, their attire fit right in. Most of the women wore bikinis or short shorts, and they all laughed at how many of the men wore Speedos and many of those were thongs.

Mark joked about how his knee-length bathing suit, which was the standard at most beaches, looked like something out of the 1800s Victorian Age compared to almost every other guy on board. Even the older gay couples were wearing thongs.

By noon, the party on the deck was in full swing, with music blaring, people dancing and the booze flowing. Debbie and Amber were watching as the crowd grew. At a bar close to them, a large group of young ladies who seemed to be partying together, had several members eyeing Debbie, Amber and Brittney.

Debbie smiled, enjoying the attention, and taking the opportunity to make Amber a little uncomfortable.

“Looks like we have some admirers,” she teased, as she watched Amber blush.

“When we go to lunch, I want you to hold my hand, please,” Amber said to Debbie.

Debbie giggled, “Okay, but I don’t think they’re going to swarm us when we get up.”

“Of course, but if they think we’re a couple…”

“Seriously? Miss If-it-happens-on-the-cruise-ship is scared? Do you think it’s contagious? If they get too close, we’ll catch it. I think it’s kind of fun,” said Debbie, as she turned over on the lounge, rising up to her hands and knees, flaunting her ass in the blue bikini with the heart-shaped bikini bottom, then settled down to lie on her tummy.

“Oh God, they’re drooling, Debbie,” said Amber.

“I think they’re in love, Debbie,” said Brittney, giggling. “They are liking that bikini.”

Brittney followed suit and turned over, highlighting her leopard thong and ample, but pale ass, as she turned over.

“The lionesses are ready to feed,” joked Mark. “Looks like I’m invisible.”

“Not really… three o’clock,” said Amber.

Mark looked left and there was a table of guys, in Speedos, smiling his way. He nodded and smiled, and they waved.

“I guess you’re right,” he said, smiling, his own ego boosted a bit.

He let his mind wander. Ever since his first pegging session with Brittney, he had been curious about what a real cock would feel like. He certainly had a full understanding of how anal sex could be enjoyable. But the thought of oral with a man still seemed gross. Nevertheless, he did like the ego boost the table of admirers had brought. He did realize he was at a disadvantage, being the lone guy in their quartet. He thought he had better stay close to Kevin and Mike. They could be a throuple for the duration of the cruise.

“I’m getting hungry, how about you ladies?” asked Mark.

“Yeah, me too,” said Brittney. “Shall we eat?”

They got up and Brittney turned her ass toward the lionesses, as she put on her Daisy Dukes. Then she and Mark held hands as they went to the restaurant. Debbie and Amber did the same. The eyes from the pride of young ladies followed.

They were in awe of the number of people and the remarkable number of same-sex couples or groups. But it was definitely a party atmosphere. That part of it was how Amber had imagined, but she kept a firm grip on Debbie’s hand and reached across to grip her arm with the other hand, to add to the picture that they were together.

As they ate, Debbie would point out women, who were looking at Amber. She enjoyed watching her unease and the chance to turn Amber into the target of teasing.

“Don’t look now, but there’s a hot blonde at your six, eyeing your ass,” teased Brittney.

Amber turned, and the blonde young lady smiled at her subtly. Amber turned back and blushed, but she had been struck by her admirer’s eyes. She turned back for a second look, and those eyes were focused on her intently. The woman had flowing sandy blonde hair that hung well below her shoulders, with deep brown, almond-shaped eyes.

The intensity of her eyes brought back a memory of an old Twilight Zone episode she had watched with her dad years before, about a cat-woman who mesmerized the man in the episode. Amber recalled the intensity of the cat-woman’s eyes, and how they had fascinated her. As she looked into the Hispanic-looking stranger’s eyes, that feeling returned. After an awkward moment, she broke the gaze and turned around.

And so it went. They ate lunch, watched the crowd and joked about the feeling of all eyes on them. In reality, it was mainly just people watching people as they all took in the new environment on the ship. Nonetheless, Amber dared not turn back for another look, for fear of encouraging her admirer.

The music was loud, and the energy level high. It made them excited about performing. After lunch, they held hands again, as they went for another stage rehearsal and then prepped for the piano bar in Mark and Brittney’s room, where Kevin and Mike joined them. Their first set was at nine and a second at eleven.

Kevin and Mike left, as everyone got dressed for the evening. All four wore black jeans, with Debbie and Amber wearing matching white cowgirl boots outside their pant legs. Brittney wore bell bottoms that covered her black boots, and Mark wore tan boots tucked under his straight-cut pants.

At dinner, they went to a buffet, so they could eat quickly and get back to prepare for the piano bar. They began to feel a little more comfortable by dinner, but it was still a bit unsettling, to seemingly be the only straight people on the ship. Amber continued to grip Debbie’s hand as they walked around. Mark and Brittney wore black tees; Brittney’s tied in front to reveal her midriff. Debbie had on a light brown tube-top that exposed a bit of her tummy, and Amber had on a black tank-tee that also exposed two inches of her midriff. With their long dark hair down and straight, the three ladies looked like sisters.

After dinner, they set up at the piano bar. There was a small stage area, with just enough room for three stools and their instruments. They set up a little before seven, and the crowd was already pretty heavy for happy hour. Mark had his Fender six-string acoustic, Debbie brought the Eastman MD315 mandolin she got for graduation, and Amber, the Yamaha keyboard. The manager turned down the music as they set up. The sound check, simple as it was, turned into a mini-set.

They practiced “Constant Craving” and the crowd joined in immediately. Then by the second verse, the piano player joined in to the crowd’s pleasure. The chemistry with Eddie, the piano man, was instantly great, and the enthusiasm of the crowd pushed the butterflies away. They did one more song and had some time to get to know Eddie before his first set at eight. They took a table and had a couple of drinks with Eddie before he went on.

The girls sat close to each other, as did the guys, to give the impression they were spoken for. They made a game of pretending to be gay throuples and danced together during Eddie’s set. Brittney pointed out the large group of young ladies they had seen on deck had arrived and pushed a few tables together so they could congregate.

It turned out that the group was from a lesbian sorority that was having a mini-reunion. There were twenty-two of them from the Gamma Rho Lambda sorority from the University of Texas at Austin. They danced together, with them in a huge group, taking up most of the small dance floor. Amber was surprised how much fun she was having and began to feel more and more comfortable. But whenever one of the ladies gave even a hint of desire for her, she moved closer to Debbie for cover.

The sorority sisters were semi-shocked when they saw them get up for their set. Then they circled the mini-stage and danced along, while they performed. Unfortunately, Mark immediately blew their cover when he told the world they were siblings. But there was no way around the truth, and Amber took it in stride.

The first set went great, and the crowd was really into it. The oversized tip jar had filled up nicely. Even when they performed two of their original songs, the response was excellent. They threw in a couple of old southern rock songs and covers of “Austin” by Dasha and Dua Lipa’s “Love Again”.

Amber could not help but smile, as she covered Dual Lipa. She did an imitation of her dance from the video, and the crowd’s reaction gave her a rush. They finished up with their original song, “I wish” when Amber noticed her cat eye’s admirer was with the sorority group, swaying along as she sang. When she got to the line where she sang, ‘I wish I could look sexy in my own skin’, her admirer showed her an alluring smirk and nodded subtly, indicating she did look sexy.

They finished and shuffled off to the restroom before returning to their table. When they returned, they were greeted with a line of new drinks courtesy of the sorority members, who praised their talent and even asked for autographs.

After a few moments, Amber noticed her admirer working her way closer.

“You sing like an angel,” she said, with a Spanish accent.

“Thank you so much,” replied Amber.

Amber was five-foot-nine-inches tall and was at least four inches taller than the young lady. But Amber’s sturdy frame made her feel like she dwarfed the petite slender admirer.

“My name is Itzayana, very happy to meet you, Miss Amber,” she said, sweetly.

Amber smiled at the way she pronounced her name; she shook her hand. “Pleasure to meet you Eats-eye-anna,” she spoke almost in the form of question.

Itzayana nodded, letting her know she had gotten it right, as Amber motioned her to take the seat across from her.

“You have such a beautiful voice,” she said, as she sipped her pina colada.

Amber was once again drawn to her almond-shaped brown eyes. She thought they almost looked Asian, but her face was narrow, her nose long and slender with slightly flaring nostrils and a curved narrow tip. The septum curved down a little below the nostrils where she had a unique nose-ring piercing. It was a tight hoop made up of three side-by-side gold rings that highlighted her nose perfectly.

Her skin was pale and smooth, and her lips soft pink and beautifully shaped. Her eyebrows were well trimmed and almost looked like brush strokes on an artist’s canvas. She had a touch of pink eyeshadow and little or no mascara. Those eyes did not need it.

As she looked at her face, Itzayana had an almost imperceptible smile, but her face radiated a combination of sweet innocence, and a hungering longing at the same time. Her lips looked remarkably kissable and her neck smooth and dainty, as Amber suddenly realized she was staring. Itzayana’s smile became more pronounced and confident, the longer she stared. Amber looked away, in a panic, thinking, ‘Oh God, it is contagious.’

She looked around and noticed Debbie talking to two beautiful ladies. One African American with shimmering straight black hair that carried to her lower back, and the other a tall blonde with shoulder-length curls. Brittney was dancing with a group of five women, and Mark was holding up his guitar for a guy in blue jeans to examine.

Amber was embarrassed and looked back at Itzayana, sipping her pina colada through the straw.

“Is that a pina colada? It looks delicious, I might get one.”

She nodded and held it out. “Would you like a taste?”

“Well, thank you, but I should get my own. If I start, I’ll drink the whole thing.”

“It’s all yours, Amber,” she said, pushing it closer.

Amber stood up. “I’ll be right back. I’ll get you another.”

She darted off and Debbie followed, sensing her distress. After she ordered her drink, Debbie came to her side.

“You, okay?”

“Yeah, just getting another drink,” she said, clearing her head.

As Debbie was about to question her again, her new friends had followed her to the bar and looked eager to meet Amber, so she introduced them and let it go.

“This is Susan and Lisa,” she said, pointing to the Black woman first. She wore a bright red, one-piece, thigh-length club dress. Her skin was radiant, and her curves were amazing. Lisa was gorgeous, tall and slender, wearing a black leather miniskirt and white, cropped, button-down, short-sleeved blouse.

As Amber shook their hands, they both looked her in the eyes and smiled. To Amber, the smiles seemed ravenous, and she felt a strange rush. It was a feeling of being flattered and the ego boost that came from being desired. They made some small talk, and their focus seemed to move back to Debbie.

She returned to the table, determined not to encourage Itzayana. After handing her the pina colada, she made certain not to stare and was thankful that the other sorority sisters had encircled them. Brittney and her dance partners had taken a break and some others had congregated.

Amber took the opportunity to direct her focus on meeting the sorority sisters. Then Eddie, the piano player, approached her, and asked if they knew “Piano Man”. She said yes, they had it memorized, and she could join in with her keyboard. He confirmed he would welcome her to join him. She was amazed that he would share the spotlight on the single most signature song in every piano bar in the world. She gathered Debbie, who was dancing with her two friends, and Mark.

It was an amazing experience with the entire bar singing along at full volume. It felt like everyone on the ship would have heard it. The energy carried over on to the dance floor after the song. Amber managed to avoid Itzayana, one on one, and stayed close to Debbie or Brittney, who both were enjoying dancing, flirting with the women, and teasing her for being uncomfortable.

When their second set came up, the energy was electric. And to return the favor, they invited Eddie to join in on “Constant Craving”, but it was not one in his repertoire. So he opted out, with the promise to learn it for later.

It was always one of their favorite songs, with such a strong hook and smooth vocals. Amber was always leery, because no one could do it quite like K.D. But the crowd was up, and it went great. However, Itzayana had worked her way front and center, and then stood directly in front of her. She wore a mid-thigh-length ruffle skirt and a skintight, white tank. She was also braless, as Amber quickly deduced.

Amber focused on keeping her voice smooth and consistent, while Itzayana swayed and mouthed the words along with her. Those eyes focused on Amber’s, as her smile seemed almost knowing. Amber’s focus on the vocals did not leave enough bandwidth in her mind to take her eyes away from Itzayana. Her focus could only shift up or down, from those eyes to her protruding nipples stretching the fabric of her skintight shirt and the dark areolas slightly visible through the straining white material.

Seeing the hunger in her eyes, as she mouthed the words, ‘constant craving has always been,’ added a whole new intensity to the song, one that Amber had never felt before. And as Itzayana brushed her hair back behind her left ear, Amber thought even her ear was petite and somehow pretty, as she sang those words again.

When she finished, and the crowd erupted with applause, she was momentarily trapped in the tunnel vision of Itzayana, whose knowing smile transformed slowly into the face of a predator. Amber swallowed hard, as she watched her enchantress, hungrily biting her bottom lip, while gazing into her eyes.

When she pulled herself out of her daze, she smiled at the crowd and thanked them as she had done a thousand times. She avoided eye contact with her blonde siren for the rest of the set, for fear of completely losing her concentration on the music. As they wrapped up the final song, she thanked the crowd, doing her best to avoid pronouns.

“Thank you so much everyone. We’re Dreamland, and we hope you’ll all come to see us tomorrow in the main auditorium at seven-thirty. We’ll be opening for Lila McCann and Chely Wright. Bring friends! Thank you! The piano stylings of Eddie Aiello should begin in just a few moments. Thank you so much!”

As they finished, she quickly made her way to the restroom. There, she dabbed her face with a wet cloth, as Debbie also checked herself.

“Awesome crowd tonight, great job, Amber. Time to party! What happens on the cruise ship… See you out there!” said Debbie, as she gave a quick pucker and checked her lipstick, before heading out.

Debbie was truly enjoying the evening. She hadn’t felt this carefree in a while. The drudge of chasing their dream and juggling life on the road, trying to produce new music and keep their performances fresh had worn on her lately. It was a constant struggle, fighting the reality that there was a limited shelf life of even the most successful performers. But this trip was a great reminder to have fun and enjoy the moment.

She loved the energy of the crowd and the freedom she felt. Flirting was so much easier when there was basically no chance of it leading to anything, and they were pretty much unknown to the crowds they would see on the ship.

When she exited, Susan and Lisa flagged her down and were dancing to Dua Lipa with a group from the sorority. She loved the attention and truly enjoyed their company. It was a great confidence builder to be desired, even if there was no chance anything would come of it. Susan and Lisa were gorgeous and could clearly have their pick of hundreds of women on board. Getting their attention was flattering. She smiled as she joined them dancing to ‘Levitating’.

Brittney was sweating it up, dancing like a teenager again. She, too, enjoyed the attention. Deep down she considered herself bi, and her mind raced with images of fantasy encounters with her new dance buddies. She congratulated Amber when she joined her dance group and gave a quick hug, enjoying the reaction to her hugging Amber.

Itzayana walked past, waving a pina colada to let Amber know she was returning the favor. Amber nodded her acknowledgement, knowing she would be avoiding her. She was uncomfortable with the thoughts Itzayana had induced and did not want to encourage her anymore. Between songs, she went over to the table, thanked her for the drink, took a sip and when Chappell Roan ‘Pink Pony Club’ came on, she said, “Gotta go!” and joined the dance group.

Itzayana joined as well, but Amber kept her distance, shifting her way through the group if she got closer. Soon, Eddie came out and she took her drink and went piano-side to watch and enjoy. Debbie and Brittney joined her, both sweating from dancing. They enjoyed watching Eddie and admired his ability to move from song to song, usually without the sheet music for support.

When he said, “Grab that favorite someone, it’s time for ‘Sweetest Taboo’ by Sade.”

Itzayana appeared. “May I please have this dance, Miss Amber,” she asked, with a pleasant smile.

As Amber contemplated an excuse, she saw Lisa and Susan quickly sweep up Debbie, pulling her toward the floor. Debbie gave a head bob toward Itzayana, encouraging Amber, and mouthed the words, ‘cruise ship,’ before Lisa and Susan sandwiched her and began to sway.

Amber almost instantly regretted it, as Itzayana reached up and put her arms around her neck and pressed gently against her. Amber’s hands moved slowly to her lower back as they swayed. Those eyes looked up at her so sexily, she felt butterflies everywhere. She thought to herself, it really was contagious. She could clearly appreciate the beauty of women, but that night, the effect was disturbing.

She recalled the first time she saw Wonder Woman, with a boyfriend; he watched the whole movie, drooling. She joked with him, “I get it, even I want to fuck her.”

She said it to try to impress him that she was chill, but there was some truth to it– Gal was just so pretty.

As she looked at Itzayana, she could hardly believe it. She tingled all over.

“You really do sing like an angel. I think I might call you Angel.” It sounded like ‘on-hell’ with her accent.

“Thank you, Itzayana. That’s very sweet of you.”

“And you have the face of an angel… and the body of a demon,” she said, as she pressed her body a little tighter against her.

Amber stole a glance at Debbie swaying to the music, with Lisa pressed to her back and Susan to her front, all smiling and having fun.

But as she looked into Itzayana’s almond eyes, she felt things she did not know how to process, and felt like she was losing herself. Trying not to be rude, she pulled slightly back, swallowed hard again and tried to clarify things with her.

“You know, I’m not gay, right?” asked Amber.

“Are you asking me, or yourself, Miss Amber?”

Amber’s mind raced. She had to admit, she had been looking at Itzayana’s chest, eyeing her nipples and the dark areolas peeking through her top. She never really had done anything like that with a woman before.

“I really don’t like labels, Miss Amber. Things are not really so black and white. Don’t you agree?”

Eddie’s voice was so smooth as he sang, “There’s a quiet storm, and I’ve never felt like this before.”

Amber felt lost in those eyes and tried to focus elsewhere. But those lips, her narrow but rounded nose, even her ears were appealing to look at. And those nipples pressed against the underside of her breasts subtly moving as she swayed. Itzayana felt so warm and soft against her, and her perfume…

“Can’t two people just like each other without getting caught up in labels and definitions?”

Amber looked at those subtly pink lips, as Eddie sang, “You give me the sweetest taboo,” and Itzayana, mouthed the words along with him.

Her mind wondered how those lips would feel, just as Brittney walked by and cheerfully said, “You go, girl!” as she darted off to get her drink.

The dose of reality snapped her from the trance, and Amber stepped back and looked at the ground. “I should go, we have a long day tomorrow and our first big show.”

Debbie was still the sandwich filling and Brittney returned to the dance floor as the song ended and danced, glass in hand, as the next song blared a much jazzier upbeat tempo.

Amber grabbed her purse, gave her goodnights quickly, and left the piano bar. The others wanted to give it a while longer and told her goodnight.

As she walked back to the main lobby elevator area, she looked back as the doors closed, not sure if she was disappointed or relieved– she didn’t see Itzayana following. Rather than go straight to her room, she decided to take a stroll on deck and see the stars reflecting on the water before bed.

She was glad she did. She had never seen the ocean like that before, far away from the massive lights of any city, there were so many stars. She soaked it in and breathed the sea air and felt a peacefulness wash over her as she gazed at the three-quarter moon seeming brighter than ever.

She replayed the evening in her mind. Amber had never been with a woman, or really felt anything more than general curiosity, yet she had been almost enchanted by Itzayana’s almond-like eyes. And the tingling feeling she felt between her legs as she noticed her breasts through that shirt, was disturbing. She had actually been lusting after her. Amber chalked it up to alcohol, the excitement of the cruise, and the reaction of the crowd. But even as she rationalized, she felt that rush again and bit her bottom lip as she had seen Itzayana do. She sighed and looked up to the stars when her attention was drawn to a then-familiar voice speaking with an accent.

“Penny for your thoughts, Miss Amber.”

She looked to her left to see Itzayana, smiling at her with that hungry, knowing smile. Amber clearly had the deer-in-the-headlights look, as Itzayana leaned casually with her back to the railing, elbows resting on it.

The railing had four round, horizontal rails between the deck and the wooden handrail. Her left heel rested on the second rail, and her bent knee waved side to side, teasing Amber; her ruffle skirt bouncing subtly as her knee waved. Her positioning pushed her breasts forward, and her protruding nipples were visible in the dim light. The stretched white fabric was silhouetted against the night sky.

“Itzayana…” said Amber, barely audibly, before struggling for words.

Those eyes locked on Amber’s, and Itzayana curled her finger signaling the dark-haired singer to come closer.

The brunette wanted to speak but could not find the words; she walked slowly closer, not sure why she was doing it. But the finger and those eyes kept beckoning her closer. She steadied herself on the railing, letting her hand glide along the handrail as she approached.

Itzayana’s hand moved to her chest and the finger continued to summon her from just below her chin. When Amber got closer, the difference in height became apparent as the sandy blonde’s head tilted back to maintain eye contact. The finger seemed to be drawing her toward Itzayana’s lips, but Amber stopped a foot or so away from her. She was already dangerously close and knew touching her again would not be a good idea.

Though she stopped, she could still not find her words and the finger kept up its rhythmic motion. When Itzayana realized she had stopped, she took a slow deliberate breath, waiting for Amber to either speak or obey her summons.

Amber held her ground but felt the need to look into her eyes and focus on her sweet lips at the same time. She noticed a little mole just above her lip, below her right nostril, and another one on her cheek just right of her nose.

“If you’re not ready to share your thoughts, maybe I could share mine, instead, Angel.”

Amber nodded almost without conscious thought. Her body tingled and her mind was in a fog, as those eyes seemed enchanting. That mix of sweet innocence and lustful hunger gripped her in a way she had never felt before. The blonde señorita’s tongue subtly wet her lips, and when she heard Amber’s whimpering sigh in response, that knowing smile returned.

“You are very pretty, Miss Amber. And your voice is just as pretty,” whispered Itzayana, as her hand slid across the rail to rest on Amber’s.

Amber did not pull back, but the butterflies in her belly intensified into swarming bees buzzing within her. She had been right. Touching her again was not a good idea. She felt her body leaning forward, imagining how those delicate pink lips would feel. Itzayana’s eyes never left hers as she opened her lips to receive the kiss.

Amber’s eyes closed as she made contact. Electricity flowed through her body as she seemed to melt into Itzayana’s soft, warm lips. They moaned together as Itzayana reached up and gripped Amber’s head, before slipping her tongue into the singer’s mouth. Amber reciprocated, and their tongues danced together. Amber reached around her back, pulling her closer, and the shorter woman hummed as a sense of triumph washed through her.

She kissed Amber deeply, moving her right hand to the back of her head and letting her left slide down her back, delighting in her warmth. There was something about her taste that made her moan, as she felt the moist heat build between her legs. She wanted to lead Amber back to her cabin and ravage her all night long, but her plans required a little more patience. She knew from experience that anticipation was a powerful thing, and she wanted the innocent singer to come to her on her own accord, willingly.

Itzayana broke the kiss, gasped, and tilted her head back further, offering her neck. Amber recalled her thoughts of her neck earlier, and gave way as Itzayana pulled her head, gently nudging her to kiss her there.

“Oh, Angel, that feels so good. I’ve wanted to kiss you since I first heard your angel voice. When I saw you singing in those tight jeans, I wanted to peel them off… Huh!” she gasped, and dropped her hand to Amber’s ass, gripped it hard and pressed their pelvises together.

Amber’s hands slipped down Itzayana’s body and under her skirt, where she gripped her tight little ass as she ravaged her silky-smooth neck.

“Oh, my angel is part devil,” she said, panting as Amber’s breath washed over her neck. “I want peel you and kiss you all over.”

Itzayana, plunged her tongue into Amber’s mouth and kissed her passionately, tilting her head from one side to the other as Amber kissed her back, savoring the softness of her lips mixed with the fiery passion of her probing tongue and roaming hands.

Amber broke the kiss. “Please come to my cabin,” she asked, breathlessly.

Itzayana gripped her face again and pulled her in for another kiss, then shocked Amber back to reality.

“Oh, Angel face, I want that so much. But I don’t want to take advantage,” she said, looking into her eyes. “Your first night on a cruise, a show on the big stage tomorrow, pina coladas, and your first lady-kiss. Sleep on your thoughts, and we talk tomorrow.”

Amber froze there, looking into her eyes, shell-shocked by the sudden shift of mood. Her eyes pleaded with Itzayana, who loved seeing her desperation.

“Come to me tomorrow after your big show, and if you still want me…” She kept eye contact, pulled Amber’s mouth back to hers, and kissed her once more.

“Tonight, I dream of you,” said Itzayana. “I meet you there?”

Amber nodded, still in shock, and Itzayana stepped back, gripping her hands for a moment and sharing one last gaze.

“Hasta manana, mi Angel,” said Itzayana, and she left Amber standing there on the deck.

Amber still didn’t understand what had just happened. She was fully willing to give herself over to the enchantingly beautiful woman after only one night. It was completely contradictory to everything she had ever done. Amber wondered, ‘Did I drink too much? Was there something in the drinks?’But even as she tried to justify that excuse, she realized she didn’t feel that intoxicated.

She didn’t feel like sleeping either, but the thought of going back to the bar and acting as if nothing had happened seemed like too much. So, she returned to her cabin. There, she stood on her balcony and looked at the moon and stars again. Then the image of Itzayana’s silhouette against the night sky returned to her mind, along with the events that followed. Those eyes, those lips, so soft and warm.

As she tried to sleep that night, her thoughts were consumed by the memory of her delicate lips and her probing tongue. Butterflies fluttered through her whole body and the tingling need between her legs grew stronger and stronger.

Finally, she succumbed to the relentless heat and her fingers slipped below the waistband of her panties and between her swollen, hungry labia. She hadn’t masturbated in some time, but that night, there was no stopping it. She needed to suppress the overwhelming tingling heat and end the obsessive cycle of images and feelings that dominated her thoughts.

Her clit was swollen, stiff and as sensitive as she’d ever felt it. Her fingers rubbed and swirled against the ultra-sensitive little button as she spoke the name of her newfound temptation.

“Oh Itzayana, huh!” she whispered in a high-pitched, desperate voice. “Your lips are so soft…”

She moaned, as she felt control fading away. When the image came into her mind of those brown eyes looking at her from above her muff, while Itzayana’s tongue split her pussy lips, she quickly went over the edge.

“Oh Itzayana, please don’t stop!” she yelled, as she gave way to a powerful climax.

Her high-pitched moans echoed through her cabin as her body jerked and spasmed, totally surrendering to the new powerful desires her new acquaintance had awoken in her. She rubbed herself frantically as the image of those hungry almond eyes that had entranced her as she performed, seemed forever etched in her brain. Her fingers were possessed as she rubbed her screaming clit relentlessly, milking her climax until she could not take anymore.

When she finally stopped, she lay there, panting, fingers drenched in her warm juices that seemed to coat her inner thighs and oozed down to her ass cheeks. As she caught her breath, the feel of Itzayana’s ass in her grip filled her thoughts and she imagined what it would be like to reciprocate and taste another woman for the first time.

Her fingers, still possessed by these taboo thoughts, seemed to drift toward her mouth without her control. Her eyes closed as they slipped between her lips and her tongue swirled around them, tasting her tangy-sweet cum. She hummed as the taste seemed to electrify her body, and she realized she wanted to know how her growing obsession would taste.

As that sank in, a knock on the door startled her back to reality. She froze; panties soaked, and the smell of her sin hung in the air like a cloud of shame. The knock grew more urgent.

“Amber, you okay? Where’d you go?” asked Debbie.

“You missed all the fun! We’re worried. Let us in, please?” added Brittney.

Both sounded drunk, and she could tell they weren’t going away, so she quickly went to the bathroom and dabbed on perfume to mask her scent. She pulled down her oversized tee, took a deep breath, and headed for the door. When she opened it, they rushed in, giggling and stumbling. They looked rough, after dancing and sweating.

“Oh my god, you missed it. Dee was the meat in a lezzie sandwich all night. Susan and Lisa wanna eat her up.”

“Brittney danced with every girl in the bar, and I think Mark liked it!” giggled Debbie.

“Did you ever have to get your own drink?” asked Amber, thinking she had not seen them like this in a long time.

“Come to think of it… No!” Debbie laughed. “Where’d you go? Are you feeling, okay?”

Amber thought that was a really good question. She wasn’t sure she’d ever be okay after her encounter with Itzayana.

“I’m fine, just a little tired…”

“So who’s the stick-in-the-mud now?” teased Debbie, obviously proud of her acceptance of the ‘what happens on the cruise ship’ mantra.

“Mark and I are making this a hall-pass cruise,” blurted Brittany, who then suddenly looked embarrassed.

“Holy shit, she’s telling the truth,” said Amber. “Seriously?”

She averted her eyes as Debbie’s mouth dropped open.

“N-no, I’m just kidding…”

“Look at her, she can’t even look at us. Oh my God, who are you gonna fuck? You must have someone in mind if you already agreed to… Oh God, and Mark? I don’t wanna know. T-M-I, T-M-I…” Debbie put her face in her hands, shaking her head, and giggling.

“So why did you leave so early, are you really okay?” asked Brittany, changing the subject.

“Did the stick-in-the-mud turn in early?” teased Debbie.

Amber was in shock from what she heard, and suddenly felt like her night was not such a big deal. In fact, she saw an opportunity to jab back at Debbie.

“No, I did not,” she said with a sheepish grin.

“Spill!” said Brittney, thankful to be out of the spotlight.

Amber did her best Katie Perry, “I kissed a girl, and I liked it…”

“Oh God, it is contagious,” said Debbie, with an apprehensive grin. “That cute little Spanish girl, she disappeared around the same time…”

Amber smiled in acknowledgment. She told them the highlights, leaving out the screaming masturbation session that followed. Then the alcohol took its toll, and they headed back to their cabins.

The next morning, they were all hung over, Amber much less severely.

Day two was a cruising day on the open ocean, and the show was the primary entertainment that evening. They crawled out on deck at about eleven, with plans for a rehearsal around one, and they would kick off the evening at seven-thirty, followed by Lila and Chely.

They met at the same bank of lounge chairs as the day before. To their surprise, the sorority sisters were all gathered at the bar again. The sisters quickly descended on them, all seeming fine and perky after the night of partying.

Debbie was in bad shape, waiting for her Tylenol to kick in and trying to keep from purging her stomach contents onto the deck. Brittney was not much better off, but Amber’s stomach was churning for a different reason. Those hungry eyes locked onto hers and she froze like a deer in the headlights. The butterflies were in full force and the tingling heat returned between her legs.

Itzayana stood up wearing a white bikini, and a colorful translucent wrap that covered from her waist to her knees, but allowing a view of her bright white bikini bottom and shapely hips. Amber lay flat on her stomach, chin on her crossed hands, looking helplessly at Itzayana walking toward her, as she felt her lady parts moisten.

Susan and Lisa doted on Debbie, in her weakened state. Debbie had retrieved the sun block from her bag to apply before becoming one with the lounge chair; she was grateful for calm seas, as her tummy would not have survived a rocking ship.

“Can we please help you with your sunscreen?” asked Susan, with Lisa nodding in agreement.

Debbie had chosen the bright blue-aqua thong with a leopard pattern. There was a small patch of the true orange and black leopard color in the center of the tiny triangle of fabric over her fully exposed ass. They knelt next to her chair on opposite sides, and Lisa started high on her shoulders and Susan started at her feet.

The two women took applying suntan lotion to the next level, as it became a full-body massage. Debbie felt bad about encouraging them, but in her hungover state, it felt wonderful and took her mind off her ailing tummy.

“I’ll give you an hour-and-a-half to cut that out,” she sighed, stealing an old saying she’d heard her dad use on her mother over the years.

“May I help you, too, Miss Amber?” asked Itzayana in her accent.

“I think I can get it…”

“Lighten up, Amber,” taunted Debbie. “Are you really afraid it’s contagious? This feels wonderful.”

“I have a special lotion that softens and moisturizes. You must try it,” said Itzayana, already coating her hands with it.

Despite her rapidly heating, moistening pussy and the fear of being discovered, Amber acquiesced. She succumbed to peer pressure but was also a bit pissed that Debbie implied she was homophobic in the process.

She looked at Debbie, who was sighing softly while the two young ladies rubbed her slowly and methodically. As they reached her ass, they each took a cheek and kneaded her with both hands. Amber was amazed that Debbie had agreed to wear such a skimpy bikini, let alone be touched so intimately in public. But she seemed completely at ease.

Amber, on the other hand, was overwhelmed by the intensity of the tingle that shot through her body as Itzayana’s soft hands first touched her calf. She sighed as she began to press her palms against her calf and work in the lotion.

Susan’s fingers slid slightly beneath the tiny bikini stretched over Debbie’s ass as she spread the lotion. Amber was afraid she just might cum if Itzayana came that close to her delicate parts, but Debbie showed no sign of excitement, and she had two sets of hands working her.

Beyond Debbie, Brittney smiled and closed her eyes sitting up, while another young lady was putting sunscreen on her shoulders and back.

“Your skin is so soft,” whispered Itzayana, as her hands worked up to her knees.

Amber’s heart raced as she tried to control her breathing. She feared her bikini would soak through, and then she heard Debbie let out a broken, whimpering exhale, finally showing she was having her own reaction. Somehow, that made it worse, as the younger sister felt her body overcome with tingling heat. She snuck a peek at Debbie only to see the two beauties, still worshiping her barely covered ass, and Debbie undulating subtly as they rubbed her lower ass and inner thighs.

Itzayana’s touch was simply overwhelming, as her hands slid up the back of Amber’s thighs, inching higher and circling slowly between her legs. She could feel an itching tickle, as a drop of wetness creeped slowly between her labia, and Amber knew if the Hispanic girl didn’t stop, her excitement would be on display for all to see.

“I think there’s no chance my ass will burn; thanks, ladies,” Debbie teased, and directed their hands to her back.

Amber froze, knowing she had to stop it, but her body had different ideas. It wanted to let her have free rein. It wanted those hands to touch her most sensitive spots. Her clit wanted to feel those electrified hands deliver their magic, directly to that most sensitive spot, and as Itzayana’s hands moved closer, Amber felt her hips rolling forward pushing her pelvis higher, begging for contact.

She looked at Itzayana and saw her mouth hung open in blissful awe and heard a longing whimper escape from her puckered lips. Amber knew just one more minute and she would be lost…

“I, ah, I’m not feeling too well, excuse me…”

And with that, Amber rolled off the lounge and used the only covering allowed on the cruise– a pair of cutoff Daisy Dukes– to hide her arousal. She slipped them on and up and walked quickly up the nearest steps to the next level. She walked around the stern of the ship to the other side, and stared at the rolling waves, trying to come to grips with the feelings that churned inside her. It was wrong, and she knew it. She needed to think and get control of herself.

Debbie considered following Amber, but had to admit she was enjoying the attention, and it felt wonderful. It had had the opposite effect on her. The soft roaming hands seemed to push the hangover further and further away with each passing moment. She liked the ego boost as well.

Lisa asked, “Are you feeling better, Debbie?”

“Yes, thank you. You two could do this for a living. This is the best massage I think I’ve ever had.”

“Oh, it could get much better, would you like to take this back to your room,” Susan asked, playfully but hopefully.

“I don’t think that would be a good idea, I told you two, I’m not gay. But if I were, I would gladly invite you in. You ladies are gorgeous.”

They smiled at each other, taking her comment as encouragement and a challenge. “Pleasure can come in many ways. Why put a label on desire?” asked Lisa, as she looked Susan in the eye and mouthed, ‘so close.’

As they finished her shoulders, Susan said, “Turn over,” in a firm tone.

Debbie complied, a little put off by her tone, but still enjoying the attention from such a beautiful Black woman and her friend. She did not want to come across as, somehow, insensitive.

Once again, one started high and one started low. Susan applied her magic to Debbie’s neck and shoulders, and Lisa began with her feet. Debbie had always found a foot rub sensuously appealing. Her previous boyfriend understood that and took every opportunity to deliver. She even joked that she kept him around much longer than she should have because of his skills in that department.

Lisa, however, brought it to a whole new level. She picked up Debbie’s right foot with both hands. Then she held the foot with her left hand under the heel while she coated her foot with lotion and began to rub it in. Debbie groaned her approval.

“You like your feet pampered, don’t you?” asked Lisa, as Susan’s dark eyes looked down at her hungrily.

“Damn… Yes,” sighed Debbie.

“Dee, hon, are you okay? You sound downright orgasmic over there,” teased Brittney, giggling.

“I am fine,” she said, smiling, when it hit home how close Susan was to her face while she worked her neck.

Debbie was in awe of the ebony beauty of Susan’s face and closed her eyes to avoid the awkwardness of meeting Susan’s gaze. As she did, she felt Lisa shuffle her position and it quickly became apparent she sat with her legs astride the lounge chair with her ass on the foot of the chair. It became crystal clear when she felt her heel being pressed against the stretched fabric of Lisa’s bikini and the steaming heat that quickly penetrated her heel.

Debbie, again, fought the urge to put an immediate stop to it, once she felt Lisa thumbs working the ball of her foot.

“Damn, that feels good,” moaned Debbie, as everyone grew suddenly quiet.

“Would you like the foot treatment, too, Brittney?” asked the young lady, who had been sunscreening her.

“I would like that a lot,” replied Brittney, eagerly.

Debbie could feel Lisa subtly, pressing her pelvis harder against her heel as she deep-tissued the ball of her foot.

“Oh that’s just not fair,” sighed Debbie.

The foot massage was amazing, but it was clear, Lisa was getting off on her heel and anyone who happened by could clearly see it.

“Her feet are very sensitive,” said Susan, as her hands moved toward Debbie’s chest. “I wonder what other parts…”

“Holy shit,” Brittney interrupted. “That feels… wow.”

Debbie took a quick peek to her left to see Brittney getting the same treatment.

“Hangover… What hangover,” Debbie joked back.

It was all so surreal, but Brittney seemed fine with it and Debbie did not want to be the stick-in-the-mud anymore, so she let it continue. She could feel her heel pressing into Lisa’s spread and soaking labia. Susan’s hip touched hers as she balanced on the edge of the lounge chair and spread lotion between Debbie’s breasts.

“You are a tease, aren’t you, Debbie?” asked Susan, as she covered every bit of skin not covered by Debbie’s bikini and then some. Her fingers slipped under the edge of her top, getting dangerously close to stiffening nipples.

Debbie knew she should protest, but she had just been called a tease, so she gave it right back. “Those aren’t my fingers spreading lotion where the sun can’t even touch.”

She was feeling guilty for taking advantage of Susan and Lisa. They clearly had more in mind than just applying sunscreen. And Debbie knew that was’t going to happen. She had just really needed the ego boost after another breakup and a bit of a romance drought.

As she was about to put a stop to it, Brittney shocked her with a question of her masseuse. “So, Brenda, have you ever been with a man, or have you always been gay?”

Debbie lost all train of thought, shocked by the blunt, personal question in front of all of them.

“Yes, I have, and I do enjoy it. I just enjoy women more,” she answered, nonchalantly.

Debbie was in awe of how casually she responded to such an inappropriate question.

“So do you think of yourself as bi?

“It’s hard to put a label on sexuality. I definitely have desires for intimacy with men as well as women. Never say never. How about you, are you bi?” asked Brenda, turning it back on her.

“I’m married to a man, so…”

“Not an answer,” Brenda retorted. “You’re letting me touch you and you’re obviously enjoying it. So, are you looking to experiment with a woman, or looking for a third in the bedroom?”

“Well no, I… ah…”

“Wha, I, ah,” teased Brenda. “Either way, I’m game, sweetie. You just need to figure out what you want. You think about it. I’ll see you ladies at the show, and hopefully on the dance floor again afterwards.”

Debbie watched, wide eyed, at her sister-in-law’s reaction– Brittney was red-faced and speechless.

“Wow,” said Lisa. “She really likes you, Brittney. Brenda is nothing if not honest, and she always goes full speed ahead.” Even as she spoke to Brittney, her hands kept going, spreading lotion on Debbie’s stomach.

It suddenly felt wrong, leading them on, and Debbie resolved to stop.

“Thanks, ladies, I think I am well protected,” said Debbie, shifting a bit in her chair.

They stood up and looked down at Debbie, who kept her eyes closed, but sensed them ogling her. Then one of the sorority sisters yelled out, “Gamma Rho! Group photo on the bow, time to be king of the world!”

“See you later, girls,” said Lisa. “I do love your outfits today. If we don’t see you before, break a leg tonight!”

Debbie was relieved when they left; the morning had been awkward to say the least. She did not like the silly game of chicken she had gotten sucked into with her siblings and Brittney. “Whoever started the whole ‘what happens on the cruise ship…’ bullshit,” she asked herself.

It just got so out of hand, and Debbie was as much to blame as anyone. She recalled the rush she felt, looking at herself in the mirror when she put her thong on. Hangover and all, she got excited seeing her own body in the mirror and thinking about all the eyes that would be on her. The whole cruise looked like a terrible decision. They had worked hard to maintain their reputation and belief system through all the pettiness and sexualization the music industry peddles, and they could blow it all up in eleven days.

As she grappled with her thoughts, she looked to her right to see the monitor with the band photo on it, advertising for the concert. There she was in jeans and a tee. Jeans that had been encouraged to be tighter and tighter, and tops that had been made smaller and smaller by promoters and agents. But she had given in, knowing deep inside, she liked to be looked at and desired. She felt like it was simple human nature to be tempted and crave attention– but it was their connection with God that let them overcome that temptation.

As Debbie struggled to rein herself in, Brittney’s mind was galloping full speed ahead into a cruise ship lust fest. Her mind replayed the previous night and the pact that she and Mark had made in a drunken haze…

After the final set, she was swarmed by women on the dance floor and quickly noticed the look in Mark’s eyes as he watched.

He liked it and she got a rush out of his lustful gaze. She danced naughtier and naughtier, teasing him and her dance partners. She had found herself becoming more and more aroused, letting the strangers’ hands touch her and rub their bodies against hers, as he looked on, hungrily. She soon found herself a steaming mess and in need of relief.

When the song ended, she slipped off the floor and went to Mark. She kissed him hard with a probing tongue and felt his boiling passion in response. It brought back memories early in their relationship when every touch had an electrifying intensity to it.

She took his hand and quickly led him out of the bar and off to their cabin. They kissed passionately and struggled out of their tight jeans, still sweating from the dance floor. As her jeans cleared her ankles, she stepped out and pushed him onto the bed.

“Get those pants off,” she commanded as she quickly moved to her suitcase and retrieved her strap-on.

She tossed it on the bed with some lube, as he worked his jeans past his knees. She stepped up and gripped his waistband and yanked his jeans and underwear off, tossing them aside before climbing on top and kissing him hard. His cock was stiff and hot, pressed against her pelvis as they kissed with a little extra passion inspired by the taboo thoughts racing through their minds.

Mark had watched her on the dance floor, playing out an image of her being ravaged by two women. He imagined her lying on the bed on her back, with one woman riding her face, while the other ate her pussy and took his cock doggy style. It was a powerful image, he had never really imagined before seeing the lesbians mobbing her on the dance floor.

He rolled Brittney over and kissed her ravenously, as his manhood pressed against her soft heat. She gripped his stiff cock and stroked him as he moved to her neck. Her head tilted back, and he buried his face in her neck, kissing her feverishly. Their bodies glistened with sweat, lingering from the dance floor, but intensifying with passion and lust.

Next, she rolled back on top and kissed her way down his chest and stomach. Oral had become less frequent and usually required his encouragement, so when she made the move on her own, he gladly accepted. As she kissed her way lower, she fueled his fantasy thoughts.

“You liked watching them touch me, didn’t you, Mark?” she asked, as she kissed his nipple and gripped his hard-on.

He nodded and groaned, cautiously agreeing, as she seemed to be turned on by the thoughts as well.

She raised her head and looked at him, as she stroked his boner firmly. “You want to fuck one while she eats my pussy, don’t you?”

He wanted to say yes but thought better of it.

She positioned her lips inches from his cock as she jacked him off. “I asked you a question, Mark,” she said, as she extended her tongue and swirled it around his cockhead.

“Oh yes,” he sighed. and she rewarded him by plunging his seven inches as deeply as she could take him.

After a few bobs, she pulled off and looked at him. “You want me to come in the little slut’s mouth while you come in her slutty little cunt, don’t you, Mark?”

He couldn’t believe what she was saying, and she was sucking his cock with such hunger as she goaded him. He could only say, “Yes!”

She pulled off, and continued, “You want us to have a hall-pass cruise, don’t you, Mark?” She smiled deviously, stroking his cock waiting for his reply before she continued.

He wanted to come in her mouth, and there was no chance he would say no to ‘cruise ship’ Brittney– she was possessed.

“Oh yes, please!”

She licked up his length. “What happens on the cruise ship…” she said, before bobbing wildly on his cock.

“Stays on the cruise ship,” he finished, then closed his eyes and let her fuck his cock with her throat.

“I’m gonna come in that cruise slut’s mouth, Brittney,” he grunted.

She nodded, and moaned, “Mu-huh, mu-huh.”

She continued to bob and suck, eagerly swallowing his cum, and to Mark’s surprise, she continued to work his cock with her mouth in an effort to keep him hard. She was a woman possessed and after several minutes, his cock had recovered, and she stroked him and continued to take control.

Stroking him with her left hand, she picked up her strapless dildo. “Momma brought a surprise for daddy,” she said in a sensuous tone, using the monikers that she introduced the first time she used the dildo on him.

Mark had never considered anal before Brittney, but there was undeniably an added intensity to every orgasm that involved anal stimulation. And there was an added intensity to Brittney when she wore the dildo. She loved the feeling of control it brought her, and it showed.

“Momma’s good and wet, but she needs daddy’s tongue up in there before he puts her cock in.”

Mark complied without hesitation. There was no way he would deny ‘cruise slut’ Brittney– he liked her too much. As he positioned himself on hands and knees between her legs, he recalled the first time she fingered his ass while sucking his cock– it was such a shock. But she seemed to suck him harder, and the pain quickly turned to pleasure, and he had had one of the strongest orgasms ever.

From that moment, he almost became fixated on anally enhanced orgasms. At his peak, if Brittney was not really in the mood, she would finger his ass and make him masturbate to get off. There was something inside of him that liked that too much, and he would be just as satisfied doing that, as making love to her.

Then when she introduced the dildo, it seemed like the solution to mutual satisfaction. But soon, the dildo became the center of their sex life. Brittney finally spoke up and was so concerned, she convinced him to see a sex therapist with her. She helped Mark to see that he was obsessive about the toy, and he learned to be more attentive to her needs and the strapless was reserved for special occasions.

One benefit of Brittney introducing the toy was Mark’s improved oral delivery. The counselor helped him to read Brittney’s cues and instruction, while preparing her pussy to receive the toy. He was quite proud of his ability to bring her to orgasm before inserting the strapless for their mutual pleasure. He did envy her ability for multiple orgasms. Women seemed to have no limits, while men needed recovery time.

As his tongue contacted her engorged pussy lips, he settled down onto his stomach, resting on his elbows with his hands on her thighs. His hard-on pressed into the bedspread.

“I love tasting you, Brittney,” he sighed, as his tongue ran the length of her slit, spitting her labia and drinking in her tangy-sweet flavor.

Her head rolled back, and she moaned her pleasure, as he began to wiggle his tongue and probe her pussy while his nose teased her clit. Brittney’s level of arousal was off the charts and her hips began to undulate, pressing her steaming cunt into Mark’s face. Her hand gripped his shaved head and guided him to her pleasure points as her legs spread wider.

“Finger me and suck my clit, please; momma needs to come hard,” she almost squealed.

Mark hummed into her pussy as two fingers slipped inside her tight little hole.

“Oh fuck, Mark! Yes!”

Her hips rolled faster, and Mark sensed an orgasm building in record time. He sucked her clit, and his fingers pounded fast and hard.

“Oh fuck! Yes! Momma’s gonna come!”

He could not contain her clit, with her hips rocking, so he pressed his flattened tongue against it as she fucked his face and fingers.

Her screams were high and loud, echoing through the room as her legs trembled and stomach spasmed with a shuddering orgasm. Her juices coated his face and hand as her climax lingered. He refused to slow his fingers and kept contact with her clit, until she finally shoved him off with both hands, panting like an animal.

He slowly crept back between her legs, with the strapless in hand and gently licked her pussy as she hummed and smiled down at him. Next, he wiggled the dildo inside her. She moaned softly and pressed herself onto it. Once it was all the way in and the clit tickler in position, she rolled off the bed and stood at its foot, with the eight-inch dildo pointing at a forty-five-degree angle toward the ceiling. She applied lube and began stroking it.

“Come to momma,” she commanded, tapping the bed in front of her. “Feet up and spread ’em.”

Mark wiggled down the bed, in awe of ‘cruise slut’ Brittney’s command. It had been a while since the strapless had come out, and he was a little nervous.

As he got closer, she bent down, hugged his legs at the knees and stood up pulling his ass to the edge of the bed. Then, she positioned his calves on her shoulders and lined up the lubed phallus with his asshole. She reached behind and turned on the vibrator as she slid the toy’s head up and down his crack, spreading the lube.

He groaned when the vibrator kicked in.

“You like that tickle on your ass, don’t you, Mark?”

There was still only one answer for ‘cruise slut’ Brittney. “Yes!”

“You wanna watch me use this on one of the lezzie sluts, don’t you, Mark?” she asked, as she wiggled the tip inside him.

“Yes!” he replied, as the head pushed slowly in.

Her tone seemed almost angry, but he also saw her eyes close with pleasure from the vibrator as she pushed gently in. He was confused but loved the sensation. Her stern voice was in complete contrast to the gentle insertion of the dildo.

When she reached the hilt, she leaned forward with her right hand wrapping his left leg and gripped his cock.

“Oh shit, daddy likes,” he sighed.

“Thinking about that threesome’s got daddy hard as a rock and momma soaking wet. You think you can handle it?”

“Oh, hell, yes!” he groaned, as she began to slowly fuck him with the vibrating dick.

“What if momma wants to watch you take a real cock before the two of you fill both my holes?” she asked, as she pressed it in against his prostate.

Mark was in disbelief. ‘Cruise slut’ Brittney, had no bounds.

Without a second thought, he grunted, “Yes!”

“Daddy’s big fat cock gets so hard thinking about it,” she groaned, as she gripped it harder and stroked faster.

“You wanna watch me ride another man’s cock, while you fuck my ass?”

“Fuck!” grunted Mark.

“Oh yes, momma’s coming with daddy in her ass and second cock in my cunt!”

Her hips wiggled frantically as she stroked his cock at blurring speed.

“Come with me, daddy!” she yelled, as Mark grunted uncontrollably, with droplets of cum riddling his chest and stomach from the furiously fast motion of Brittney’s hand.

As Brittney came to a second shuddering climax, her hand stopped stroking but kept a firm grip on his cock as she wiggled her hips forcing the clit tickler to shoot jolt after jolt of pleasure through her body.

Mark was, again, in awe of the duration of her climax. When it passed, she pulled out and let his legs drop. Then she crawled on top and kissed with a probing tongue, before dropping the biggest shocker yet.

“What happens on the cruise ship…” she whispered.

“Stays on the cruise ship,” he responded.

“How ’bout we make this a hall-pass cruise and see what happens?” she asked, with a cheery expression.

Mark could not believe it. This seemed like a no-win situation. If he agreed, she could turn it on him and hit him with ‘I knew it! Do you even love me anymore?’

But she seemed happy and was lying on top of him, with his jizz pressed between them, after some amazing sex. As he struggled for a response, she continued.

“I’m serious, Mark. We’ve both been fantasizing, we both want it. I’ll find a girl and you find a guy. Ten days left, anything goes, but no secrets. What do you think?”

Mark was in shock and did not know how to answer. “Okay, if that’s what you want,” he replied, meekly.

“That’s not an answer. If I went too far, I’m sorry. Oh God, I drank too much. I’m so sorry…”

Then, she seemed truly upset with him and the male part of him thought, ‘how many men would kill for a suggestion like that from their wife. Don’t blow this, shithead!’

“No, no, I’m all in. Cruise ship rules, no secrets,” he said enthusiastically, and gave her a long, probing kiss.

Just like that, she rolled off and jumped up. “Great, I am so wired. Let’s get cleaned up and get back out there.”

He lay there, semi-dazed, as she went into the bathroom with her clothes. When she came out, he was still lying there, waiting his turn.

She leaned down and kissed him. “Meet you in the bar, hurry,” she said, and slipped out the door. The rest of that night she pondered the possibilities and potential partners…

As her mind returned to the present, it seemed Brenda had just placed herself at the top of the list. She would, of course, need Mark’s approval, but the way she wore her bathing suit made it all but a given, Mark would be on board. She smiled at the pun.

She resisted the urge to go find Mark. But, instead, she decided to text and enjoy some sun time. She pulled up a pic she had taken of Brenda and added the caption, ‘What do you think?’

Mark was backstage in the auditorium having a little guitar session with Allen, whom he met the night before and talked with about guitars. He looked at the text and blushed a little before sending the thumbs-up emoji back. He had seen Brittney dancing with the pretty brunette the night before. One among many, but she was sexy cute. It all felt like a strange dream. He would never have imagined Brittney being so amorous.

As Brittney plotted her response to Brenda’s little challenge, Amber clung to the railing looking out to sea, trying to come to grips with the demons that fluttered through her mind and body. Even as she felt relief from getting away from Itzayana, the tingling heat in her loins throbbed with anticipation of seeing her and touching her again. Combined with the hot, humid air, she felt flushed and labored to breathe.

She closed her eyes, trying to calm herself and push Itzayana from her mind, when that voice, in her soul-penetrating accent, spoke her name.

“Amber, there you are. Is everything okay?”

Her hand rested on Amber’s, as Amber stared down at the water, afraid to look at her. Even as she avoided eye contact, her touch sent butterflies swarming through her torso and she let out a telling sigh, that caused Itzayana to smile.

She knew she had gotten to her, but played along, feigning innocence, knowing just a little more of a push and Amber would be hers.

“I was worried about you. Are you feeling better?” she asked, picking Amber’s hand off the railing and pulling toward her. She cradled Amber’s hand in both of hers, then leaned around her to make eye contact.

“Yes, thank you, I’m fine. I think it was just a little hangover and sea sickness.”

When she looked into her eyes, gazing back at her like the evil temptress from the old Twilight Zone episode, she felt like one of the old characters, nearly fainting away from the overwhelming draw of her eyes. She watched those eyes quickly glance down at her body, then return to hold her gaze. The devious little smile suddenly made Amber feel completely vulnerable. Her choice of the skimpiest red bikini left her nowhere to hide, and those eyes looked at her like no one ever had.

“Please…” Amber whispered, unable to complete her thought. It was a feeble attempt to break the spell, but just like the old TV show, it was apparent to everyone, she had lost the battle but just did not know it yet.

“Anything, my Angel,” she replied, looking longingly at Amber.

Amber quickly moved her focus from her eyes, but shifting to her subtle, shapely and oh-so-soft lips did not help. She swallowed hard and Itzayana could not hold back her devious little grin. Amber realized her tiny bikini would soon give up her true feelings for all to see, if she didn’t do something. The heat growing between her legs would soon soak through. She was flushed and stuttering, but Itzayana held her hand and it seemed to flood her body with electricity, leaving her numb and unable to move.

“I, ah, really, I should go lie down…”

“Are you… not well? Come, I have just the place to lie down, right over here,” she said, leading her by the hand, toward a row of round daybed-type lounges, with canopy tops.

She sat her on the edge. “Sit here, and I put up the top.”

Itzayana pulled the top up and it completely covered half the daybed. They were positioned next to the handrail looking out at the water.

“I be right back, Miss Amber,” she said and stepped out of view.

Amber sat, confused, unsure what to do as Itzayana quickly arranged with the porter for an hour with the daybed and some towels and water.

She sat next to Amber and took her hand. “Is that better? The man is bringing some water; you may be dehydrated from last night.”

She sounded genuinely concerned, and when Amber made eye contact, she could hardly believe she could look concerned and hungry-eyed at the same time. She tried to formulate an excuse to return to her cabin, when the porter arrived with towels and a small cooler with bottled waters.

Itzayana stood, took the items and placed them next to Amber. Then she turned her back to Amber. “Thank you so much. Could you please put the do-not-disturb sign up for us?”

“Certainly, ma’am. My name is Sean if you need anything else.”

As she spoke to the porter, Amber looked at her in her white semi-thong bikini. The bottoms were covered by a translucent white wrap that covered her golden-brown buns. Her eyes scanned Itzayana, drinking in the curves and shapeliness of her hips, back and shoulders.

“Thank you, that will be all for now.”

Amber flushed again, thinking of standing up and touching her shoulders before kissing them and her neck. She could not believe how out of control she felt and closed her eyes, hoping to gain control. Amber’s frame dwarfed Itzayana, but her firm shapeliness was like a drug that addicted her eyes almost magically. Closing them was her only defense.

Then, she felt a thump on the daybed behind her, and Itzayana spoke as she sat next to her again.

“Still not well, we should get you out of the heat. Come under the shade,” said Itzayana, as she handed her a water bottle and wiggled herself up the daybed, sliding the cooler beside her.

Amber turned to see the pile of towels Itzayana had tossed up by the back cushions. She took a sip of water and watched Itzayana, crawl onto the daybed, and laid out some towels. Then she positioned herself in a seated position on the towels, with her back leaning against the cushions and her legs extended. She spread them and smiled.

“Good girl, drink that up and come sit, we need to get you out of the sun,” she said, as she smiled and tapped the cushion between her legs

Amber drank down nearly half the bottle as she contemplated what to do. She watched as Itzayana laid out four hand towels next to her and pulled out another water bottle. Amber finished the rest of the water, as she wondered what Itzayana was doing. Itzayana looked like she had a well-thought-out plan for the towels, but Amber had no clue.

“Good girl, now come sit right here relax in the shade. We will cool you down and you will feel better.”

She again tapped the cushion between her legs. “Ven mi angel,” she said, looking confidently at Amber with a warm-but-knowing smile. Amber’s Spanish was very limited, but she knew what that meant, and the accent drove it home.

Amber crawled nervously toward her on her hands and knees as Itzayana’s smile brightened. She told herself she wanted to see what she had in mind with the towels, so she complied.

When Amber got close, Itzayana waved her finger in a circle signaling Amber to turn and sit between her legs.

Amber awkwardly turned herself and sat upright between the blonde’s spread legs.

Itzayana gripped her hips and pushed her slightly further away. “Lean back here against me and relax, Miss Amber.”

At this point, she wanted to know her plan and simply obeyed. But she instantly knew it was a bad idea; the second Itzayana’s hands touched her shoulder to guide her back. She gasped at the touch and Itzayana hummed, uh-huh’ as her breasts pushed against Amber’s shoulders.

“That’s it, lean your head back onto my shoulder and close those Angel eyes again. Excellent, now just relax and you feel better soon.”

As she felt the heat between them, Amber doubted this would ever cool her down. Quite the opposite was happening, but she felt powerless to move. Part of her felt like she could just fade into Itzayana and never move.

She sensed Itzayana straining to reach around her somewhat awkwardly and turned to look.

“Ssshhh,” Itzayana shooshed her quietly, and Amber, relaxed, but fluttered her eyelids to sneak a peek.

Itzayana poured water into a hand towel and folded it into a strip and placed it on her forehead, like a mother would with a feverish child. It did feel good, and Amber began to relax and settle back against her, still half-afraid that she would crush her petite little nurse, beneath her larger frame.

“Very good, relax, my angel. Isn’t this better?”

“Yes, thank you, Itzayana,” sighed Amber, thinking the place where she really needed one was between her own legs. It would help and give an excuse for the wet spot she feared had already appeared. She glanced around; thankful the canopy blocked them from the view of the outside world.

Itzayana applied a wet towel to the back of her neck, then one under each arm, and Amber had begun to feel much cooler. At that point, she had completely relaxed with her weight fully on Itzayana, who seemed comfortable with it. Once the last towel was placed, she began to slowly trace her fingertips from Amber’s shoulders to her forearms and back.

“You feel better, no?” asked Itzayana, softly.

“Yes,” sighed Amber.

“My angel with the voice, has skin of an angel,” she said, before planting a light kiss to on her shoulder.

“So sorry, Miss Amber, I should not… Did you think about last night?” asked Itzayana, wanting to make sure Amber initiated the next step. Or at least, asked Itzayana to take it.

“Yes, thank you for having better control,” Amber replied shakily, trying to cling to strength, but wanting to give in to her powerful, new desires.

“I don’t want there to be… regrets, my angel.” Itzayana gently brushed her cheek against Amber’s, and she found herself reciprocating, and gasping softly.

Amber tried to remember her logic for refraining, but her hands rested on the cushion next to Itzayana’s thighs and the blonde’s index fingers began to gently caress her skin as if on their own, as she spoke. “You did the right thing. It would be wro…”

This time her fingers did not trace down Amber’s arm, but followed the strap down the front of her shoulders and continued along the curve of the bikini-top triangles across her breasts. The top was so tiny, her finger barely missed the edge of Amber’s areola.

Itzayana’s touch sent a tingling surge through her like she had never felt before. Amber exhaled heavily and her head pressed back into Itzayana’s shoulder, raising her breasts skyward.

“I love touching you, my angel,” whispered Itzayana, as her fingers followed the path back to her shoulders.

She could feel Amber tremble at her touch and her gasps became more and more desperate. Itzayana’s pussy gushed with excitement as the beautiful young lady with the angel voice was entranced by her touch.

Her fingers teased the paths across her breasts again and Amber whimpered and pressed her chest forward again. “Does this feel wrong to you, my angel?”

Amber, subtly shook her head rapidly side to side.

“Do you want me to stop?” she asked, as her fingers focused on the edge of the bikini top, gently tickling her silky-smooth breasts.

“No, please,” whimpered Amber.

Her whole body tingled as every nerve ending felt energized and ready to fire with the tickling pleasure of her fingers. Her body begged for more and she no longer wanted to resist.

Itzayana’s fingers swirled her nipples through the fabric and Amber jerked, knocking the towel from her forehead.

“So sensitive, my angel, can I touch them?” whispered Itzayana, as her lips tickled Amber’s ear.

“Y-yes, p-p-please,” sighed Amber, through rapid gasps of air.

Itzayana smiled with a feeling of lust, disbelief and power rushing through her, as her fingers gently curled under the edges of Amber’s bikini top and pulled them apart exposing her breasts to the warm sea air.

Her hands cupped Amber’s breasts as Amber whined and pressed her head back against Itzayana, pushing herself against Itzayana’s warm soft hand. She rolled her head slowly, pressing her cheek against Itzayana’s, signaling her approval.

Her nipples were at full attention and Itzayana rolled them firmly between her fingers as Amber gasped and whimpered, sending waves of heat through the nurse-turned-seductress. It was almost too much to believe that the angel-voiced beauty she longed for in the piano bar was hers.

Her left hand continued to fondle her breasts as her right one moved to the towel on her neck.

“Can I remove this, Miss Amber?”

Amber nodded, and Itzayana tossed it aside. Then, she began kissing her neck as both hands returned to their targets. Amber’s eyes closed and her body swayed as those lips planted soft kisses on her neck, and those hands gently kneaded her breasts. Itzayana’s breath sent tickling bolts down her spine as her body undulated from the pleasure of Itzayana’s touch.

Their bodies seemed to melt together. Everywhere their skin touched was like a soft, warm blanket that felt like heaven and home rolled into one.

“I don’t ever want to stop touching you, my angel,” whispered Itzayana and the goosebumps spread down Amber’s spine once again.

Her right hand traced her fingertips lower, caressing her belly. Amber felt a quick moment of anxiety as the fingers moved across her tummy roll. She did not have the zero-fat cover-girl body. But as Itzayana kissed her neck and moaned softly in her ear, it was clear that it did not matter to her at all.

“Can I touch you here, my angel?”

Amber whimpered and nodded, prompting a more passionate kissing of her neck as Itzayana’s fingers continued to explore Amber’s body. Amber reached up with both hands gripping Itzayana’s head as the last two towels fell to her sides. She rolled her head back and found Itzayana’s lips.

They groaned and whimpered as their tongues danced together, until Amber broke the kiss. “Your lips are so soft, Itz–“

Itzayana craned her neck to continue the kiss, as their passion grew and her hands moved lower with more deliberate intentions. Amber sensed it and her hips rose pushing herself closer to the roaming fingers.

As her hands reached the edge of the bikini waistband, Itzayana knew her shorter height would be a problem. She knew exactly what she wanted to do, but in her fantasy she must have been taller. But this was her moment, and she would make it work.

She released Amber, and Itzayana quickly shifted her hips back and sat more upright as she shoved a pillow under her ass. Then she gripped Amber’s hips and pulled her upright against her. This gave her a better reach and still provided access to her angel’s neck. She quickly resumed her kisses and Amber’s body melted slowly back into hers.

“I’ve never felt anything like this, Itzayana,” sighed Amber. Her head rolled back and to the side, exposing her neck to the girl with hypnotic eyes.

Itzayana’s trembling sigh let Amber know the feeling was mutual, and her hands continued their sweet exploration of Amber’s skin. Both hands wandered up to her breasts, then down her belly and teased the waistband again. Itzayana wanted nothing more than to plunge her fingers into the wet heat she knew was below but was determined to make Amber ask for it.

Each time her fingers reached the bikini bottom, she would retreat, and each time, Amber’s hips rolled with greater intensity. Her moans grew louder and more desperate.

Itzayana’s legs were spread and stretched out straight, touching Amber’s outer thighs. As she felt Amber’s torment building, she bent her knees and brought her heels inside Amber’s thighs. Then as her fingers of one hand traced the waistband, she slipped them just under feeling her tuft for the first time. As she did, she used her heels to pull Amber’s legs slightly apart.

Amber’s hips pressed skyward, and she moaned frantically, but Itzayana’s fingers withdrew and traveled back to her breast. Itzayana kissed her more passionately and let her hand roam lower again, this time letting three fingers drift into her muff.

Amber thrust her hips forward, contacting the fingers with her labia for a brief second, before Itzayana pulled back yet again.

“Please!” whimpered Amber, oblivious to the fact they were on the deck of a fully loaded cruise ship.

“What is it you want, my angel?”

“Please touch me.”

Her fingers continued to tease her waistband. “I am touching you, my angel,” she taunted and returned to soft kisses.

“Where I need it, please,” Amber panted, and trembled.

“Tell me where, angel.” Her hand passed over her muff outside the bikini, and Amber plunged her pelvis forward again.

“Please!” she whined.

“Tell me where.”

“Lower please!” Her hands reached behind, and gripped Itzayana’s hips and she rubbed herself against Itzayana’s pelvis.

It took all of the seductress’s will not to take her, but she wanted to hear her say it. “Where do you want me, Amber, my angel?”

“I want you inside me, please!”

“Oh yes, my angel, that is where I want to be,” she said wistfully in her ear, as her hand slid beneath the waistband and stopped. “Will you open your flower for me, angel?”

Itzayana pressed Amber’s legs gently apart, and she complied, as her right hand slipped slowly down, and her middle finger pressed between Amber’s engorged labia, at last.

Amber’s mouth opened and she squeaked a broken whimper of pleasure, while she pressed herself against Itzayana’s fingers.

Itzayana exhaled, lips touching her ear. “Oh, so warm and wet for me, my angel. I have wanted this from the first moment I heard you sing.”

She slid her hand up and down, sandwiching her pussy lips between her fingers as she stroked the length of her slit.

Amber spoke in high-pitched puffs, as her hips rolled against her temptress’s hand. “Oh, yes, Itzayana, oh God.”

“My fingers melt into your precious flower, my angel,” panted Itzayana, as her hand slowly picked up the pace.

Amber let out a long, open-mouthed moan, “Ha, ah, ah, aaahhh…”

“Oh yes, my angel, show me how much you like it,” she whispered, as her middle finger curled and pressed into her hot, wet tightness.

Amber’s body jerked and she grunted long and loudly before bringing her hand to her gaping mouth, to stifle her moans.

“I want to please you, my angel,” she said, but her finger stopped moving.

Almost instantly, Amber began to rock her body, fucking the finger inside of her, groaning in time with her movement.

“Oh, Miss Amber, you have it bad. Do you need to come?” she asked, tauntingly.

Amber groaned loudly with a tone of urgency that made Itzayana’s mouth open in sympathy, as she began to move her finger in and out. Then she slipped in a second finger, fucking her steadily and firmly.

Amber picked up one of the discarded hand towels and shoved it into her mouth, biting down to muffle her moans.

“Tell, me what you need, my angel,” commanded Itzayana, as the two fingers pressed deeper with each thrust.

“Please make me come, Itzayana! Please!”

“You like this, angel?” she asked with a devious grin, before kissing her earlobe and neck.

“–es!” she yelled into the towel.

“How ’bout this, my angel?”

Itzayana moved her thumb to her clit and began to rub in small circles as her fingers continued to probe. Amber bent her knees and pressed her ass up off the daybed, grunting into the towel in time with her spasming pelvis.

“Already, my angel?” teased Itzayana, as a climax took hold of her conquest.

With her legs drawn up, Amber felt she had withdrawn into the cocoon of the daybed cover, where no one could see and she let her body flail, as Itzayana brought her to the height of bliss.

“–uck me!” she groaned, biting the towel, flooding Itzayana’s fingers with her creamy come.

“Yes, my angel, let it all out for me!” gasped Itzayana, as her fingers sloshed inside Amber’s undulating pussy.

Amber’s abs spasmed uncontrollably as the relentless thumb stimulated her button, with mind-bending intensity, while her fingers pushed inside her.

“I love being inside you, angel, it is heaven on Earth,” whispered Itzayana.

Itzayana clung to her with her left arm wrapped across her chest, forearm pressed against her left breast and her hand cupping her right. She was leaning them both forward to reach far enough to fully penetrate her.

“Coming! Ah! Ah! Ah!” screamed Amber into the towel.

“Yes, my angel, I will pleasure you many ways, yes?”

Amber was lost in what was undoubtedly, the best orgasm of her life. She could only wail and spasm, trying to nod. Her mind could not fully comprehend the thought of more pleasure than she was experiencing.

The electrifying jolts bursting from her clit paralyzed her body, and a muffled spastic squeal emanated from deep within. When she thought she could not stand anymore, Itzayana gripped her tighter across the chest, slowed her fingers, but intensified the movement of her thumb, prolonging the climax, as Amber’s gripped Itzayana’s thigh for dear life.

“Yes, more, my angel, you come so hard,” she said, truly shocked by the intensity.

She felt like she had complete control of Amber’s body and did not want to ever stop.

At last, Amber gripped Itzayana’s arm and pulled her hand away. As she did, Itzayana felt Amber’s pussy tighten on her fingers, before they were pulled out with a slurp. It was as if her pussy did not want to let go.

This gave Itzayana the idea she was still not done, and she quickly released her breast, then brought the left hand down rubbing her flattened fingers over her clit at blurring speed.

“You need more,” she breathed, as she felt Amber’s body stiffen, her pelvis pushed up as Itzayana reenergized her climax. “Come for me, angel! Come!”

During the second wave, Itzayana felt three blasts of flooding juices blast between her fingers, drenching the little red bikini as Amber experienced squirting for the first time.

At last, Itzayana relented and let it end, slowing the pace as Amber jerked two more times as the final blasts of pleasure shot from her clit.

“I’m so sorry,” gasped Amber, shocked and embarrassed.

“No, no, my angel, that was a dream come true. I love bringing you pleasure. You share the nectar of the angels!”

Itzayana returned her attention to kissing her neck as her fingers moved slowly, melting into Amber’s wet heat. Amber’s body began to relax as her chest heaved to catch her breath. Itzayana’s right arm moved up to hold her gently across the chest again, cupping her breast speaking to her between kisses.

“Are you all better now, my angel?”

“Oh my God, yes,” sighed Amber. “That was…” she exhaled and chuckled then took a deep breath. “Amazing.”

“I bring you pleasure, no?”

“You think? Yes, so much,” gasped Amber. “Damn.”

Amber craned her neck to kiss her and as they kissed, she wanted to turn and face her and possibly return the favor. Instead, Itzayana held her in place.

“Sh-sh-sh, relax my angel. You should rest for your big show tonight.” She gently kissed her cheek and neck. “If you still want me to come to your room later…”

Amber nodded and stretched back for another kiss and Itzayana complied and then continued, delivering neck kisses.

“I will be thinking of you all day, my angel,” whispered Itzayana, then kissed her again.

“Now that I felt your precious flower and felt its bite…” She kissed again and smiled. “It might be a Venus fly trap, the way it bit my fingers…”

After another kiss, she finished, “I hope you will let me taste its sweet nectar…”

Amber twisted again and thrust her tongue into Itzayana’s mouth moaning her agreement. After a long passionate moment, Itzayana broke the kiss and cradled her head against her shoulder.

“Rest now, my angel,” she whispered, before kissing her earlobe.

Amber settled back against her soft warmth and closed her eyes; with a deep contentment she could not remember feeling before.

To be continued…

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this is part of a novel – please feel free to comment

Rose answered the door and invited her in, closing the door quickly after she had entered; Danni understood her reason for wanting to close the door, Rose was dressed in a pale blue balcony bra that strained to carry her heavy breasts, a pair of pale blue French cut lace panties, a pale blue lace collar, a darker blue garter belt attached to medium blue silk stockings and pale blue ankle strapped pumps with four inch stiletto heels. Danni admired how wonderful she looked. She looked beyond Rose and saw Samantha. Samantha wore a bright red balcony bra, a red lace thong, black garter belt attached to black silk stockings with red lacy tops and a pair of black pumps with five inch stiletto heels. She also had a pink strap-on harness fastened about her hips that did not have a dildo attached to it yet. Danni also noted that Rose had her red hair tied up with pale blue ribbon in two loose bunches at the sides of her head exposing the long dangling earrings falling from her double pierced ears; Samantha had her dark hair in a loose pony tail tied by a red ribbon, she wore two pair of pretty earrings in her double pierced ears. Danni took a moment to admire Samantha’s outfit, especially the way the bra exposed her large breasts as both of the other women posed themselves to allow her inspection.

Danni leaned in and gave Rose a quick wet kiss and then rushed over to Samantha’s embrace; both women fought to stick their tongues in each other’s mouths. Samantha easily won the battle because she was more ruthless and willing to play dirty; she distracted Danni by plunging her hand down under Danni’s sweatpants and panties to insert two of her fingers into Danni’s moist pussy. Danni moaned and yielded her mouth over to Samantha when she did this. The two young women continued to kiss and stroke each other for about five minutes while Rose watched. Finally, Rose tired of waiting and moved in to separate them, neither woman made it easy on her and Danni managed to distract her for a few more minutes by fastening her mouth onto hers, but Rose eventually managed to get them apart.

“You’re wearing way too many clothes, Danni” Samantha stated. Danni looked down at herself; technically Samantha was correct, Danni was still wearing her clothes but her sweatpants and panties were down around her knees and her top and bra were up near her shoulders. Samantha helped her totally remove her clothing; Rose brought out the corset and spent a few minutes tightening it, using her knee against Danni’s ass to get it fully tightened. Danni took a few minutes to adjust her breathing before they could continue; Samantha took that time to find the pink dildo in Danni’s bag and fit it onto her harness. Danni noticed the harness that Samantha wore had thicker, heavier straps than the one Evelyn and Mary had bought for her. She asked Samantha why that was and was told that Samantha preferred the heavier harness because she tended to be more physical with her partner than most women were; Danni’s harness would work perfectly fine for most of her female partners but Samantha would use this one. Danni felt a little apprehensive when Samantha told her this but Samantha was quick to tell her that she didn’t intend to be too physical with her immediately but since she would also be fucking Rose today, it made sense to use the heavier harness rather than switching back and forth. That made Danni feel a little easier.
The three women adjourned to the living room and Rose helped Danni to lay herself down on the couch as Samantha lubed the pink dildo. When Danni was arranged, Rose went to move back to watch the two younger women but Danni suggested that she sit on Danni’s face, which she happily did. Danni eagerly put her mouth up against Rose’s aroused pussy lips, stroking them with her tongue; she enjoyed having her face framed by the older woman’s plump thighs. Samantha took the time to lick Danni’s damp cunt a couple of times before getting into position and impaling her on the pink dildo; Danni took about six inches into her cunt easily before showing some resistance. Samantha pulled the dildo out and thrust it in again about an inch deeper; she continued to work Danni’s tight cunt until Danni was easily taking all of the dildo. Meanwhile, Danni was enjoying Rose’s drooling cunt; she particularly liked the way that Rose stiffened her body whenever Danni grazed her sensitive clitoris with her sharp teeth. Rose was breathing heavily and Danni also enjoyed watching her heavy breasts bob in their constrictive covering from the frame of the older woman’s thighs. Danni started matching Samantha’s thrusts with her own hips, causing them to clap together; Samantha pushed Danni’s compliant legs wider apart and began rotating her own hips to force the dildo into Danni from different angles. She also varied the timing of her thrusts so that Danni could not meet them as easily; Danni growled in frustration into Rose’s cunt causing Rose to start laughing. Danni was entranced by the shaking of Rose’s body as she laughed; she had never really looked at someone as they had laughed before and certainly never from this angle. She applied herself to her task and Rose was soon showing signs of her imminent orgasm while Samantha continued to work her own cunt over. Rose orgasmed wetly onto Danni’s face with a squeal of pleasure as Danni sucked hard to try to lick up all of the juices. Danni became aware that she too was flowing juices from her cunt as Samantha continued the assault; Samantha pushed Rose off of Danni so that she could get into better position to continue to fuck her. Samantha started to kiss her smeared mouth as she increased the rate of her thrusts. Danni moaned loudly as she felt her orgasm wash through her cunt muscles. She gave a huge grunt-squeal as she bucked her hips hard into Samantha; Samantha expertly knocked against Danni’s legs and forced them upwards breaking Danni’s leverage against her, forcing the dildo as deep as it could go into Danni’s pussy. Danni yipped in pleasure as she was controlled in this way.

Both Danni and Samantha glistened in sweat from the effort they had put into the sex. Rose sat just above Danni’s head watching the final act of the two women’s performance, licking her lips in arousal; she took the opportunity to push Samantha back from Danni so that she could get at Danni’s wet cunt and her sweet juices. Samantha yielded her spot easily, sucking in great breaths as she regained her strength. Rose slurped Danni’s cunt noisily as Danni lay boneless fighting to recover her own strength. When Rose had Danni fairly well cleaned up, she looked at both young women and decided that they probably need a few more minutes to recover before they continued any further, so she went and got the bottle of wine they had chilling and three glasses. She poured them each a glass and the three women sipped their wine silently for a few minutes, each enjoying their post-coital glow. Soon Danni stated that she was ready to continue and the three women quietly discussed what they should do next. It was agreed that Danni would lay face down on the beanbag so that Rose could fuck her from behind while Samantha would balance herself on the ottoman in front of her so that she could eat Samantha’s cunt out.

Rose put Danni’s strap-on harness on, letting Samantha help her to tighten it in place; then Samantha removed her thong and flung it aside. The three women positioned themselves in the manner they had discussed; Danni felt the breath being forced out of her as Rose lay her heavier torso against her slimmer frame as she got herself in place. She enjoyed the feeling of Rose’s plump breasts being pushed into her back. Samantha took Danni’s face in one of her hands, she was using the other one to help balance herself and guided it in between her spread thighs. Danni immediately began to lick Samantha’s pussy lips as Rose thrust the pink dildo into her eager cunt; Rose’s heavier body drove some of her meagre supply of air from her lungs each time she thrust against her and Samantha kept her mouth pressed tightly to her pussy. After a few minutes, she began to feel a little light headed; Rose noticed that she was struggling against Samantha’s firm grip even though Samantha herself was oblivious. Rose stopped fucking Danni and smacked Samantha lightly on the arm to get her attention; Samantha looked at her in surprise. Rose indicated the struggling Danni and Samantha immediately released her; Danni drew in noisy breaths as deep as she could manage as Samantha went down to kiss her on the cheek and whisper an apology in her ear. After a few minutes, Danni indicated she was ready to continue; Samantha looked to Rose to see if she thought that they should stop. Rose began to thrust against Danni again while keeping a close eye on Samantha to ensure that she wouldn’t restrict Danni’s breathing again. Samantha put both her hands behind her to balance herself and just let Danni proceed at her own pace at licking her cunt. After about ten minutes of action, Danni was streaming juices from her cunt and Rose could tell that she was on her way to an orgasm; meanwhile, Samantha was moaning and closing her thighs on Danni’s head as she was on the verge of her own orgasm. Samantha spurted some liquids as her body spasmed in orgasm; she howled slightly and settled into a low moaning as Danni tried to ingest all of her cum. Two minutes later, Danni gave a small yelp and bucked her hips back against Rose; Rose had noted what Samantha had done earlier to Danni and so she used her knees against Danni’s inner thighs to open them wider and rob Danni of leverage. Danni moaned in pleasure as Rose overpowered her and pushed her hips hard into the beanbag, keeping the dildo deep inside her. It was now Samantha’s turn to push Rose away from Danni and to clean up her sweet juices. While Samantha was busy lapping at the cunt of the moaning Danni, Rose thought she would go to her head and see if Danni wanted to clean the dildo off. She was unsurprised when the younger woman eagerly took it into her mouth and sucked her juices from it. The three women then laid there tired but very happy as they once again recovered their strength. Rose loosened Danni’s corset so she could breathe.

After nearly ten minutes, Danni indicated that she had recovered, removed the corset and the women discussed what they should do next. Danni felt that she had fulfilled the woman in the middle role for that day and it was time for one of the other two to take on the role. Rose knew that Samantha wouldn’t be eager to take that role, so she suggested that Samantha fuck her over Danni’s face so she could watch again like she had last week. All agreed that that worked for them and Samantha bounded eagerly over to the toys for her favourite dildo again. This time when she brought the large black dildo over, she started licking it up and down and put it in front of the mouths of the other two women so that they could also lick it. Rose got Danni up to her knees and the three women knelt in a triangular fashion as they all licked a part of the massive dildo. Rose then guided Danni back to the couch and knelt over her head as Samantha coated the dildo in lube. Samantha came over to behind Rose and pushed her hands against her inner thighs to spread her legs further before rubbing the tip of the dildo against Rose’s dripping slit. Samantha pushed the dildo softly against Rose’s pussy lips, inserting about four inches into Rose’s cunt. Rose was very surprised at this because Samantha usually tried to push it as deep into her on the first thrust as she possibly could. Samantha worked the large dildo in and out of Rose, making her take more of it each time she thrust; Danni helped Rose out by playing with her clit. Rose moaned her approval of these actions. Once Samantha had made Rose take the dildo fully into her cunt, she began a slow but steady thrusting motion smacking her hips hard against the older woman’s plumper ones. Rose usually liked harder sex but was finding this quite pleasurable as well. After just over five minutes, Rose bucked her hips a couple of times as her orgasm spasmed through her cunt; Samantha unhooked the dildo from the harness and left it buried deep in Rose’s cunt as Rose collapsed onto the couch. She helped Danni out from underneath Rose and guided her to the area of the couch above Rose’s head. The two young women shared kisses and caresses as Rose lay recovering.

After slightly more than five minutes, Rose rolled onto her side, groaned loudly in pleasure and exhaustion and began working the large dildo out of her cunt. Once it was out of her, Rose continued to lay there for a further two minutes, gathering herself. Samantha came over to plant an extremely wet kiss on her mouth to see if she had recovered; Rose enjoyed the kiss, closing her eyes; the kiss lasted over thirty seconds before Samantha broke it. Rose was a little surprised when Danni quickly replaced Samantha and locked lips with her. Rose was the one to break that kiss after nearly a minute. The three women talked for a few minutes but eventually decided that the sex portion of the day was over and they would now proceed with the date portion.

Samantha volunteered to go make the popcorn for the movie and get the previously prepared goodies out of the refrigerator if Rose would set the TV up for the movie. Danni went with Samantha to help carry the goodies out into the living room. Danni was surprised that the women had gone to the trouble of making deviled eggs as she carried them and the tray of meat and cheese back into the living room; she had to put the trays temporarily on the couch as she had to help Rose move the coffee table from the corner back in front of the couch. She placed the trays on the coffee table and went back into the kitchen where Samantha directed her to take out the tray of crackers and a bowl of M&Ms out. A few minutes later, Samantha joined Rose and Danni in the living room, bringing a large bowl of buttered popcorn with her. Rose and Danni were once again drinking some wine as they waited, Rose had poured a glass for Samantha as well. As the women relaxed for a few minutes sipping the wine, Danni began to eye the spread of food hungrily, blushing when Rose caught her at it. “Go ahead, Danni” she urged. “That is what we made it for, not to just admire it.” Samantha grinned happily at Danni and picked up a deviled egg and offered it to her. Danni went to take it from her hand but Samantha avoided her reaching hand and moved beside Danni, feeding it to her. Danni enjoyed Samantha’s actions and the kiss Samantha planted on her when she was finished the egg. Rose haumphed slightly and said “It’s going to take you girls quite a while to eat all of this food if that is how you are going to go about it.” She was daintily eating a deviled egg herself. Samantha grinned at her and slipped in beside her, offering her a piece of cheese on a cracker; Rose went to take the full piece into her mouth but Samantha refused to allow her to do so, making her take it in small bites. Danni took the opportunity to satisfy her hunger a little as the other two women played around. Samantha decided that she had made her point and went about gathering some food for herself; the women ate hungrily for a few minutes before settling back in their seats, satisfied for the moment.

There were a few minutes spent as to how they wanted to position themselves to watch the movie; Samantha wanted to cuddle Danni but also wanted Rose involved. It was decided that Rose would use pillows to prop her torso up but be lying on the couch, the other two would lay on top of her so they could use her large breasts as headrests and Danni would be in front of Samantha. It took a few minutes for them to get comfortably arranged during which Samantha discovered that Danni was extremely ticklish in her armpits. Once they were settled and had exchanged kisses, Rose started the movie; Samantha was prepared for it to be a romantic comedy that both Danni and Rose liked, since Rose had been given the responsibility of choosing what they were going to watch. She perked up in surprise when a familiar song began playing, the movie was one of her favourites, “Remo Williams: The Adventure Begins.” She quickly moved up to kiss Rose thanks for choosing one of her favourites and Rose whispered in her ear that it had been Danni’s suggestion. When she moved back down, she slipped her left hand between Danni’s thighs and pushed her forefinger and index finger deep into Danni’s cunt; Danni was a bit startled when Samantha initially shoved her fingers into her but soon settled herself again. They watched the movie for about fifteen minutes like that with Samantha commenting a bit on the action on the screen; the three of them munched a bit on the popcorn, Samantha demanding Danni feed her as her left hand was occupied. Danni was happy to hold a piece of popcorn up by her shoulder for Samantha to take whenever she whispered “popcorn” in her ear. Even though it was one of her favourite movies, Samantha began to get a little restless and began working her fingers in and out of Danni’s tight cunt; Danni quickly started lubricating the process with her juices and moaning in approval. Danni felt she shouldn’t be the only one being used so she arranged her head so that she could suckle the large pink nipple on Rose’s right breast. Rose in turn used her left hand to massage Samantha’s left breast. Soon the movie was completely forgotten and the three women were arranged so that they could lick one another’s cunts; after about five minutes of this, Rose had them flip over so that they were then eating the pussy of the woman who had been eating theirs. After a few more minutes of this, the women decided just to cuddle for a bit and spent about twenty minutes doing so. They discussed whether or not to restart the movie but decided they weren’t interested.

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Back at Kelly’s dorm hall

#8

Kelly and I drove back to her dorm room to hopefully get the last of her stuff into the truck and move it to the sorority house. As we parked the truck, Kelly looked up at her dorm room window, “I wonder what’s going on in there. Do you suppose they’re still packing stuff up or do you think they’re done and doing other stuff?”

“I don’t know Kelly. Let’s just go find out. After all, it is your room; you are allowed to go in there.”

“Yeah, you’re right. Let’s go.”

We walked up to her room, Kelly unlocked and opened the door, not knowing what to expect. We saw Beth and Crystal sleeping on Kelly’s bed, naked, in the spoon position. Kelly looked at me and smiled. We crept over to the pile of boxes not trying to wake up the girls; we each grabbed a box, and began to walk out of the room. As I was walking past the closet door, I accidentally hit it with the box I was carrying. I looked over to the bed and saw Beth pick up her head and give me a partially awake look. She smiled at me, put her arm back around Crystal and laid her head back down. I followed Kelly to the truck. When we got outside, I asked Kelly, “So, what do you think they were doing while we were gone? Obviously they finished packing your stuff, but we were gone for a while.”

“I don’t know exactly, but I have a good idea what went on. I think you have an idea as well. Seeing how they were asleep naked holding each other.”

The thought of those two girls fucking each other made my dick start to throb and I could feel the blood pumping into it, again. I could tell that Kelly’s mind was racing as she said that because she put the box in the truck and just stood there for a minute. “What are you thinking about?”

I startled her, “Oh, nothing. Just…”

“Just what?” I asked.

“Just, Amber. I wonder what she would say about you and me dating. Do you think she would mind? I don’t wanna piss her off. She’s my best friend and we have done so many things together.”

I walked over to Kelly, put my arms around her waist, giving her a hug, and told her, “I don’t think she’ll mind. I mean, she did introduce us to each other so it is kinda her fault, right? Besides, us being together doesn’t mean that she can’t hang out with us anymore. I know what you mean, but I wouldn’t worry about it.”

“Thanks Brett. That helps, I guess. Can we keep earlier a secret? I mean, what we did with Rachel? Can you do that for me?”

“Yeah, but why? Don’t you think Amber might want to know about that? With all the stuff we did together, I really don’t think she’d mind.”

“Just keep it between us ok?” Kelly asked. She leaned in and kissed me, turned around and walked back to the building. I followed, watching her tight ass sway back and forth in her small jean shorts. I followed her up the stairs, staring at her ass, hoping to catch a glimpse of her pussy. When we got to the corner of the stairs, Kelly turned around to face me and jumped on me, throwing her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. She attacked my mouth with hers. I grabbed her under her ass and pressed her up against the wall for more support. My cock started to grow again. I started to grind it against her crotch. She wrapped her legs tighter around me pulling my cock harder into her. “I want you right now Brett. Right here, right now.”

“Here?” I asked her. “In the stairwell? What if someone comes?”

“I hope they do. That’s part of the excitement.” She loosened her legs, got off of me, standing in front of me. I stood there as her hands found their way to my zipper and unzipped it, pulling my cock out. “Come on, we gotta make this fast.”

“OK.” I moved my hands to the button on her shorts and un-did it. Sliding them down to her ankles, she kicked one leg out. She slid my shorts down to my knees and got back on me with her legs wrapped around my hips. Kelly reached around and guided my hard dick into her surprisingly wet pussy. Again, sliding it in with ease, there was enough of her juices to lube me up right. I backed her up against the wall again and started to fuck her, right there in the stairwell. It was hot. Just knowing that someone could walk up the stairs at any moment, did make it more exciting.

Kelly was very turned on. She was bouncing up and down fast, kissing me, digging her tongue deep into my mouth. I could already feel her pussy tightening up. I guess I got turned on too because after only a couple of minutes I could feel my dick swelling and my balls tensing up. ‘Wow this is a fast one’ I thought to myself.

“I’m gonna cum Brett!” Kelly exclaimed. “Fuck me harder! Go deep inside me.”

‘Wow, she is really getting off on this quickie. I gotta hurry up.’ I thrust my cock as deep into her as I could. Hard, deep and fast. My dick was swelling along with my balls each time I pushed. I could really feel her tightening up with each thrust. “Holy shit! Here it comes! OOOOHHHHHH!!” I exploded deep in her pussy as she clenched it around me.

“OH MY GOD! Brett, that feels so good!” Kelly started to convulse on me. Her whole body was shaking. She buried her face in my shoulder to silence her screams. “Wow. That was great! I love a good quickie. Don’t you?”

“Yeah, I guess. Anytime I fuck you is good. I’ve obviously never done anything like that in a public place before. You were right, that was hot.” Kelly got off my still hard cock and started to pull her shorts back on. I maneuvered my cock back into my pants and zipped up my fly. We proceeded up the stairs to her room. When we got into her room, Beth and Crystal had their clothes back on and were ready to help us take the last of the boxes out of the room.

Beth looked at me and smiled.

“What?” I asked.

She looked at the zipper on my shorts and nodded her head at it. I looked down and saw a wet spot in the shape of a diamond. It was Kelly’s pussy juices from the stairs. “Nice touch Kelly,” Beth snickered.

“What?” Kelly asked. “Nice touch with what?”

“Look,” I said, pointing at my zipper.

“Oops. Sorry. Well, I guess the secret is out. Sorry Brett.” Kelly said, flustered but quietly laughing. “We should probably wash those shorts.”

“Yeah, I don’t have any others to wear while they are washing though.”

“That’s ok with me,” Crystal said. “I’ve seen a guy’s boxers before. They can’t be that different from the ones I’ve seen. Besides, don’t you want to wash your sheets before you leave Kelly?”

“Yeah, I should do that, especially since you two were here without us for a while. Let’s go Brett, take ‘em off. Don’t be shy; you haven’t been shy since I’ve known you.”

I reluctantly unbuttoned my shorts and slid them off, handing them to Kelly. “Wow, Kelly. You had a good one huh?” Beth asked, looking at my boxers. They were just as soaked as my shorts, in the same spot too.

“Well, I guess I did. Come on,” Kelly motioned to me. “Those too. Let’s have ‘em.”

I turned around, slid my boxers off, pulled my shirt down to try to cover my cock and handed my boxers to Kelly. My shirt wasn’t quite long enough though. I saw Crystal and Beth both staring at my cock. “It’s ok Brett. We’ve seen one before,” Crystal said. “You don’t need to cover it up.”

I was a little embarrassed, but I decided, ‘What the hell?’ and sat on the bed. I grabbed the TV remote and turned it on. “Glad you guys left his plugged in. Something to do while the laundry is going.”

“Yeah,” Kelly said. “Something to do.” Kelly grabbed her sheets and started to walk out of the room. Beth followed her to the hall.

Not even a minute later, Beth came back in the room, smiling at me. “What are you smiling at?” I asked her.

“Oh, not much. Just you.” She walked over to Crystal sitting on the couch in the opposite corner of the room and whispered something into her ear. I couldn’t tell what they were saying, but I had an idea. I think it had something to do with why Beth went out to the hall with Kelly. Crystal stood up, facing Beth, and they started to kiss each other.

I must either have a super-recovery cock, or I was at that stage of my puberty when everything sexual I saw would make my dick grow, because it was happening again. I couldn’t believe it. Beth slowly moved her hands up to Crystal ’s breasts and started to rub them. They were each sticking their tongues into and out of each other’s mouths, but keeping an eye on me. Beth moved her hands down to the bottom of Crystal ’s shirt and slid her hands up, underneath Crystal ’s shirt. Crystal had her hands on Beth’s ass, grabbing it softly. Beth slid Crystal ’s shirt over her breasts and exposed her black, lace, see-though bra. Beth broke the kiss, sliding Crystal ’s shirt over her head. Once off, the shirt came flying at me. I caught it and laid it on the bed next to me. Crystal returned the favor to Beth, sliding her shirt over her head and also throwing it at me. Beth had a baby blue bra on that must have been a little small because it looked as if her tits were about to fall out of it. The two returned to their kiss, Crystal had her hands on Beth’s chest and Beth had her hands holding Crystal ’s hair up. Beth leaned down and started to kiss Crystal on the neck. She licked right above her collar bone, and then slowly kissed her way down to Crystal ’s chest. Crystal closed her eyes in pleasure. Beth slid her hands down to Crystal ’s shoulders, slipping the bra straps off and pulling them down so her arms were out of the loops. As Beth continued kissing Crystal ’s chest, Crystal was looking at me, specifically, my cock as it started to rise. Crystal stuck her hand out and motioned for me to come over there.

I stood up off the bed, my hardening cock hanging down below the bottom of my shirt and walked up behind Beth. I put my arms around her and my hands on her breasts. I moved my hands up to her shoulders and slid her bra straps off. I started kissing the back of Beth’s neck and the top of her back, moving my hands back to her tits. Beth pulled Crystal ’s bra down, exposing her breasts. They were either a large C cup or a small D cup. They weren’t as firm as Kelly’s; they sagged a little, mostly because of their size. I brought my hands up and grabbed Crystal ’s big boobs. They felt great, soft but full. Her nipples were big and hard and stuck out. Beth stood up, brought her hands back behind her and started to rub my cock. She pulled me into her ass, placing my cock in the crack of her ass and then started to grind her ass on my cock. Crystal reached around to Beth’s back and unhooked her bra. She had a full B cup. I took one hand off Crystal and placed it on Beth’s chest. I moved both of my hands down to Crystal ’s waistband of her shorts. I slid her shorts down to her thighs exposing a thing that matched her bra. Beth brought one of her hands around to slide her shorts off, keeping the other one on my hard shaft, stroking it. I helped her using one of my hands. Her shorts slid easily down her legs and to the floor. I felt around to slide her underwear off, but found that she wasn’t wearing any. Crystal and Beth started kissing again. Crystal reached around Beth and took my shirt off, pulling it up over my head.

Crystal moved her hands to Beth’s pussy. “Stick your fingers in me Crystal.”

“I was going to. I want to loosen you up so you can put his dick in you.” Crystal knelt down, slid a finger into Beth’s wet pussy and started to lick and suck on her clit. I continued to kiss Beth’s neck, rub her tits and I started to pinch her hardening nipples while she stroked my cock. Crystal must have been doing a good job because Beth tightened her grip on my cock.

Beth started to moan as Crystal kept licking and sucking her clit. Then she rolled her ass up and positioned my dick at the entry of her wet pussy. Crystal was still licking her as I entered her warm slit. It was tight, tighter than Rachel was. I slowly pushed as Beth’s pussy accepted my hard head and shaft. Crystal moved her head so she could lick my balls. I was slowly pumping my full length into Beth. We were moving in rhythm with each other. Her pussy became warmer and it started to tighten up as we began to fuck faster. Crystal stood up and pulled us over to the bed with her. Crystal led Beth to the bed, moving out of the way, pulling her off of my cock and helping her up on the bed so Beth was laying face up on the bed. Crystal sat up on the bed behind Beth, pulling her up to lean on Crystal . I re-entered Beth as Crystal started to rub Beth’s tits. I reached down and was rubbing Beth’s clit as I was fucking her. Beth’s pussy really started to tighten up. “Oh, I think I’m gonna cum Brett! I’m gonna cu…” Her legs clamped around my waist in an attempt to stop me from pushing but it didn’t. She had a big orgasm, shaking, moaning and screaming in ecstasy. “Oh my God! Oh my God! Holy shit!” she yelled. She pushed me out of her and laid there still shaking.

“Was it that good?” Crystal asked.

“Hell yeah! He’s got a bigger cock than I’ve ever had. I think I saved some of it for you Crystal.”

“Then get out of the way. You can recover as you watch him fuck me.” Beth rolled over and Crystal moved to the edge of the bed. She got off the bed, turned around and bent over, wanting me to fuck her from behind. She put her hands on the bed and looked over her shoulder at me, waiting for me to slide my dick into her wet pussy. I grabbed my hard cock and pressed it against her wet slit. Then I grabbed her hips and slowly pulled myself into her. She wasn’t quite as tight as Beth, but I could tell it had been a while since her last cock. Crystal moaned louder, the farther I pushed in. I couldn’t go all the way in, she stopped me, “It doesn’t go that far. Trust me, that’s plenty right there.”

I started to pump my shaft in and out of Crystal . Beth was watching and started to rub her clit again. Beth got up on her knees and kissed me. She broke the kiss off to lick her middle finger. She did it in a way that was so seductive. Beth took her finger out of her mouth and it was almost dripping with spit. She reconnected with me and as we kissed, she moved her wet finger into Crystal ’s ass crack, sliding it down to her ass hole. Beth slowly pushed her finger into Crystal ’s ass. Crystal let out a surprised sigh, but then more moans. Beth slid her finger in and out of Crystal ’s ass. I could feel Beth’s finger on my dick as she slid it into Crystal ’s ass. I started to pump faster and Crystal pumped against me as she moaned louder. I felt my balls tightening up and apparently so did Crystal . “Let me know when you’re going to cum Brett. I want to swallow it.”

“I’m close! I’m gonna cum now!” Crystal pushed me out of her, turned around and got on her knees. She took my cock into her mouth and stroked it with her hand. “Here it comes! OH GOD! UUUHHHH!” Crystal closed her lips tightly around my cock as I shot my load into her mouth. I could feel the back of her throat with the head of my dick so I’m sure I shot it right down her throat.

Crystal sucked me dry, making sure she got every last drop of baby batter out of my overworked cock. I know I didn’t have much because I had just fucked Kelly about 15 minutes prior to this episode, but that didn’t stop Crystal from enjoying it.

Once I was sure I didn’t have any more cum to give her, I pulled her up to her feet. Beth turned to kiss Crystal and stuck her tongue into Crystal ’s mouth, trying to lick up any left over in her mouth.

As I was standing there naked, I looked in the mirror and saw Kelly sitting on the couch with her shorts off, her shirt and bra up over her tits and her hand on her pussy. “Hey sexy. Where did you come from?” I asked Kelly.

“I’ve been here since you guys went to the bed. I was in the hallway watching for a while.”

“I thought you were doing laundry?”

“Yeah, I did it. The laundry room is two doors down. It doesn’t take that long. I knew Beth wanted to see what happened if Crystal and she started kissing in front of you and I guess she got her wish, huh Beth?”

Beth couldn’t talk; she only nodded out of exhaustion.

“Well, shall we try this moving thing again?” I asked

“Yeah, your shorts are done. I’ll go get ‘em.” Kelly stood up, pulled her shorts on, slid her bra off and put her shirt back to where it’s supposed to be. “I don’t need this do I?” as she tossed her bra into an open box.

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Serene slumber turns into something sweeter.

I can see the moon shining through the window. I follow its rays until they settle on your gentle curves. Your hips push up against the sheets and your bare shoulders are being kissed by the night air. I reach out and caress the lines of your shoulder and follow them down over your side and over your rounded hips and as far down your legs as I can reach.

I pull my body close to yours and bury my face into your silver moonlight kissed hair. I inhale the scent of your skin; its spicy scent lingers in my nose and all I smell is you. I kiss your neck and shoulders tasting the sweet saltiness of you skin on my lips. I slowly pull the sheets down your body and your beautiful full breasts are exposed. Your nipples stand up from the chill of the night air and I lightly rub them with my fingertips. Your head rolls to the side and a sigh escapes your lips. I’m not sure if you’re awake but I just can’t get enough of you. Your face is an angel when you’re sleeping and your body is calling to me.

I pull the sheet farther down your body until you are completely naked in the moonlight. I softly kiss your sleeping face and start to glide my fingertips over your body; your stomach, your breasts, each nipple and your neck. But I linger the longest on your cheek and your eyes flutter open. Your eyes are the most beautiful shade of blue as it reflects the paleness of the moon.

I lean down and kiss your lips. I feel your hand come around and cup the back of my neck and pull me deeper. My hands caress your cheek and move down over your throat. Memories of you singing our song to me make my heart leap. I continue to dance my fingers in the moonlight over your chest and they pause over your heart. I can feel it fluttering in your chest and it quickens my own blood. The heat from the blood in your veins rush to your skin and your cheeks get rosey.

You roll towards me making your nipples like beacons in the night. I move onto my knees shifting the sheet off of me. We are both naked in the moon and getting ready to make love. I straddle your gorgeous body and lean down to kiss your lips, and then your throat, and then that little spot behind your ear you like so much. Your hands clasp onto my sides roaming over my taut waist and firm buttocks. As I lean to kiss more of your neck and shoulders, our nipples touch ever so slightly and we both inhale deeply, the anticipation almost too much.

I slink down your body trailing my fingers over your body as I move. Your own hands slide up my body as I move closer and closer to your belly button. The further down I move, the more of your skin I caress. I inhale deeply as I stop right over your stomach. I take a deep breath as I fill myself with your essence, your very soul, my soul’s mate. Your skin is intoxicating smelling of soap and a hint of sweat.
I lay my head down to get as close to you as I can. I feel your pussy throbbing on my breast that settled there when I laid down my head. Your hands are lost in my hair and around my face. I look you in the eyes and you look back, capturing me in that moment: you shimmering in the moonlight, me bespelled by you’re very being, the moon a silent watcher….two lovers and a celestial voyeur are the only ones aware of what is happening, of our love.

Your lips turn into a quick smile and my heart melts further. I smile back and move up for one last kiss. I move down past your gorgeous neck, your perfect breasts, you flat stomach and finally stop at the object of my search: your wet, hot pussy. I kiss her reverently, like a goddess statue in a temple. I gently place my tongue on your clit and you tilt your head back with a sigh and open your legs wider. I rove around with my tongue reaching every part of you. I dip inside for a quick taste of what is to come. A little moan escapes your lips and your hands begin to massage and tease your nipples. Just watching you brings my own pussy into heat.

I slowly lick from your hot hole to your reddening clit, making your climax build slowly. I want this to be the best lovemaking we’ve ever had. Your legs begin to quiver and your breath comes faster. As I continue to bring you closer and closer, your body shines in the moonlight from the sweat on your skin. The heady scent of your pussy juices and sweat mingle in the air and I feel my own desire to be loved begin to build. I break away for a moment to breathe.

In that quick respite I glance up and see your eyes locked on my face. Before I can bring you to orgasm, you grab my shoulders and pull my up and leave us in a sitting position on our knees. You place your hands gently on either side of my face and kiss me tenderly making my own breath catch. You leave one hand on my face and reach between my legs, pushing my legs slightly apart so you can reach my own dripping cunt.

You begin to run your finger nail over my sensitive clit causing my body to jump away for just a moment. I bring my body closer to you and reach my own hand down to your pussy. We slip in a finger into each other and somehow manage to stay on our knees with a lot of effort. We lock our lips in passion and slip in one more finger into our lover’s amazing pussies and begin to pull in and out slowly.

As our climaxes push forward faster and faster, so do we. Trying to cum at the same time in each others’ arms we quiver and sweat. You move your kisses to my neck and I hold you tight. Your hot breath cascades over my neck and shoulder. Our hold on reality slips as the moon’s light makes the experience seem unreal. Our bodies glisten and squirm against each other and our hands and fingers are working furiously for the others’ ecstasy.

I move my thumb to your clit and apply pressure to make you cum soon. You match my efforts and I begin to breathe harder, holding you tighter as I feel my climax begin to take over. I whisper “I love you” into your ear and you whisper “I love you too.” With a few more indulging thrusts your body shakes and you moan in my ear, your body almost collapsing if not for me holding you up. Finally your finger hits my g-spot and I begin to cum almost collapsing myself. Our bodies writhe in pleasure and the room is filled with our moaning and noisy finger fucking.

We shudder one last time and collapse to the bed sheets, breathing hard in each others’ arms. I kiss your neck and face until I finally make it to your slightly parted lips. I breathe in your breath and kiss you one more time.

At last I showed you how much I love you. Though it is late and I am tired, I couldn’t let this moment pass. As we lay next to each other utterly spent, I watch the moon move over your glistening body and smile slightly.

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Rose was a 53 year old stacked redhead from a small British town she was accompanied by her son master 20 YEAR OLD Joe.. Sharon was a tall long-legged slim , athletic blonde 50 year old from the same British town , she was accompanied by her son/master who she referred to as Mr. PETE He was 19 yrs old

The MotherFucker Conference was in two days , so Joe was practing , & being the kinkiest he could be with his old lady Rose , currently his mom /cumslut was being skullfucked by his 10inch cock , she woke up mouthy this morning & once his cuckold stepdad Ernie left for work , he decided to shut her up . . She had no gag reflex , cuz she had been sucking his dick now for over a year . So instead he flooded her mouth with an enormous amount of his man dessert . She swallowed it all like the good obedient brainwashed sexslave she was. . Once that was completeted he grabbed her by her dog-collar & leash & dragged her to washroom where he pissed all over her face , tits & hair.

Sharon was laying flat on her back as her master/son PETE had her give him a rimming . As she licked his ass , MR.PETE jerked his 9inch penis , he was getting very stiff so he decided to screw his mom , simply in the missionary position. Pounding away at her cunt , Pete didnt care if his sexslave came or not he just wanted to cum . Which he did after 10minutes , Sharon couldnt help it and reached a blissful orgasm . After which , MR PETE gave her a spanking & then mother and son took a sensual together.

MFC AT THE SLEAZE MOTEL

Rose & Sharon were 69ing , licking each others clits & cunts while their son /masters recorded the action for posterity & for their cuckold stepdads , They had arrived at the motel an hour earlier at the motel and the main action would would start in 2 hours So the maledoms decided that the mums should now taste some pussy. They didnt know how much of a chance they have to see lezzie action tonight , cuz usually the mom were given to other masters .

Rose loved Sharons pussy , she tasted delicious , Sharon loved licking Rose’s clit also , so it didnt take long for the old bitches to reach orgasm . So Rose was then facefucked by Mr Pete & Sharon was skullfucked by Joe (they had switched masters), once they swallowed the goo. THE TWO MOTHERS were lead to washroom where Mr. Pete pissed on Joe’s mom (Rose ) face & Joe did the same the Mr. PETE’S (Sharon ) After Rose & Sharon took a lezzie shower & put on their thong bikinis , spiked heels & dog collar & leash , as their son /masters led them to the ballroom , where the Motherfucker Conference would now begin

Chapter 1

Rocky was 23 his mom Sheila had been his sexslave for two years now , she adored her sons 10.5 inch cock , she was a ravenhaired stacked 54 year old slut & did whatever Master Rocky said . Fred was 22yr old maledom dominated his real mom Shirley who was 50 she was slightly chubby but Fred liked it the way. And Finally Todd was 20 & brought his submissive mom Franny who 46 , stacked with big fake tits & because she was brainwashed now , had a xxx webcam business out of her home.

The action begins – As always Joe begins the fun by fisting Franny who now licks Rose’s cunt , Sharon is licking Sheila’s asshole while Rocky gets some lube & screws Shirley up the ass . As his moms ass jiggles , & she screams in pain & ecstasy , Fred decides to fuck Sharon doggystyle . Once Franny is nice and wet from all the fisting she has received from Joe, Franny stops licking Rose’s cunt , And Joe fucks Franny’s pussy & Todd screws his mother up the ass , , Franny is screaming & moaning as she is dpd. Rose grabs a a strapon-dildo & begins facefucking Franny with the rubber phallus . Todd’s mum is now stuffed like a xxx goose. Rocky empties his his jism in Shirley’s shithole & Fred empties his goo in Sharon’s cunt , So Sharon then eats the anal creampie out of Shirley & Shirley returns the favor by eating Sharon’s pussy creampie.

Franny is sweating like a fuckpig as all her holes are stuffed , until Todd & Joe fill her ass & cunt their their man dessert. Sharon , Rose ,Shirley , & Sheila shared the jism as they licked Franny’s ass & pussy cream.

Chapter 2 – In the washroom

The mother sexslaves were all nude except for their spiked heels & dog collars & leashes . Led by their son/masters & dragged by their leashes they old bitches all knelt down as their masters pissed on their faces , hair & tits . Afterwards the ladies all showered together whiie taboo french kissing & washing each other in a sensual manner.

Chapter 3

‘ Mom come over here & lick my balls while i watch this porno’ Mr. Pete demanded yes honey Sharon said in her sweetest voice , wearing a pair of tight jeans , short heels & halter top that read ‘Cumslut’ Sharon licked Pete’s nuts as he wastched a mature gangbang movie where a 50 something mom was getting gangbanged by 10 different guys , as she moved up & began sucking MR Pete’s gigantic penis , she wondered , if this was her future , would her son have 10 guys fuck her one of these days, just then Pete spurted a load of jism down her throat , & she had to swallow & now had lost her concentration . ‘Thanks Mom’ Pete said ‘ now please go to the kitchen and make me a sandwich & bring me a soda . Oh by the way join me in my bedroom in a couple of hours , Fred is going out of town , so his mom Shirley is joining us in a threesome tonight.’ Yes darling ‘Sharon said lovingly

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“Less than a year after Dorri, the CEO from England had you for her sexual pleasure she is back in town. She wants to introduce you to her new male PA. I remember you telling me on her last visit, her then male PA gave you a wonderful head job after she had you,” My agent Ada told me over the phone, “Dorri would like to make a booking for next Friday night. Does that work for you?”

It did work for me. Recalling how pleasurable she and her man had been. Confirming the reputation English people have for kinky sex.

I am Michael, in my late twenties, 72 inches tall, 168 pounds, a toned, fit body and genetically lucky to possess a large, thick cock – ten inches when erect. I live in Sydney, Australia and used to moonlight as a gigolo or male escort.

That was before Ada asked me to work for her ‘exclusive agency’. “We have a wide ranging client list, males and females, and lots of constant work,” she told me as she auditioned me. “And we provide for some very kinky people with lots of sexual fetishes.”

This Friday Ada has organised a follow up assignment for me with Dorri, the high profile CEO visiting from London on another business trip.

“Aren’t you the lady …?,” I asked Dorri the first time we met when the concierge ushered me into her suite on a high level of a top hotel at two on a Friday afternoon.

“Yes I am,” she replied pointing to her picture on the financial pages of today’s newspaper. “I leave for home tomorrow, my stay here in Sydney has been very successful business wise, before I leave I need some sexual healing.

“I could have purchased a new designer handbag for your fee,” she smiled as we sized each other up. Her body language suggested she was a very confident woman who knows exactly what she wants and is determined to have it. I watched fascinated as she sat on a chair and crossed her legs to show me large amounts of her gorgeous thighs. She was an attractive blond, a full size 12, simply dressed in expensive heels, a modest, though obviously expensive, very short, above the knee dress, a little taller than most women with a cultured English accent.

“A few blunt questions for you Michael. Ada told me me you are fifteen years younger than me. She told me you have a thick cock – ten inches when erect. She told me you have an ass fetish. She told me you can get it up at least two times in one session. She told me you were amenable to having your cock sucked by a younger, pretty man, as long as there is a naked woman watching. Would you be comfortable with two people blowing you while I watch later today after I have you?

“I have two very talented people who worked for me as associates during my stay here in Sydney while away from London. As a bonus I want to organise a hung man for their pleasure. And mine. I feel sure they are both talented, one is a very pretty boy.

“One last question. Have you ever fucked the CEO of a major international company before?”

“No, you are the only one,” I responded diplomatically, though not quite truthfully as I recalled at least three CEO’s Ada has booked for me.

“Are we on the same page Michael?”

Though all that was a year ago now, we were on the same page then just as we were now, then and now a sexually exciting blur.

I have learnt from experience business women are invariably good at articulating their sexual needs. Dorri was very articulate I noted as she told me confidently, “I need a thirty-minute fuck, at least thirty-minutes. And later I have two people I want you to meet for theirs and our sexual pleasure.” I have never heard a woman’s voice with same very sexy inflection as hers when she used the fuck word.

“Before we commence remind me about your ass fetish. I do like a man with an ass fetish,” she smiled as she turned her back, parted her legs and slowly lifted her skirt to expose her glorious thighs and magnificent, big, white, naked ass.

“Licking and kissing a magnificent ass like yours always gives me an instant erection,” I told her truthfully as I knelt with my hands on her hips and licked and kissed her ass cheeks, instantly aroused without mentioning the extra turn on of her few age dimples as she clenched her ass cheeks for me.

“You really are ten-inches, magnificent, and thick, just fucking magnificent,” she told me with a hand on my erection as I helped her off with her dress. Modest tits, lily white English skin and an exciting, neatly trimmed patch of jet black pubic hair.

“Thirty minutes at least,” Dorri told me as she set a timer and laid me on my back, then slowly mounted me. Just as I remembered, Dorri the CEO wanted to dominate.

We were hardly aware of the timer going off after thirty minutes during which time we had fucked every which way. After what must have been forty-minutes Dorri repositioned me on my back as she mounted me so her glorious ass was facing me. She was balanced on her hands and knees sliding her very wet cunt lips along the full length of my erection. Just as I recalled, this woman can fuck, really fuck. I wasn’t going to hold out much longer.

“So fucking good, nearly there honey, nearly there, nearly th,,,,,” she moaned as we orgasmed together.

After we wound down and told each other something of our recent life stories we showered together with our hands all over each other.

“I told you last time the English have a reputation for being kinky when it comes to sex,” she smiled teasingly while I watched fascinated as she sat on the toilet, legs wide apart and commenced peeing. “I have no idea why,” she told me as she teased her nipples and continued peeing. “Your cock likes watching me pee doesn’t it?

“My sexual fantasies are hung men as you know from last time. And I do like some lesbian sex with young, twenty-something girls I can dominate.

“Your five o’clock guests, Miss Dorri, shall I bring them up and let them in?,” I heard the concierge ask over the phone.

Dorri and I were relaxed and totally naked standing with our arms around each other. “This is Michael for your pleasure and mine,” Dorri told her associates as the male concierge opened the door for them and ogled our naked bodies. I was flattered at his reaction as he stared at my flaccid cock before he left. Dorri had planned for this moment and told me she wanted me to flaunt my flaccid cock for them. “Even flaccid you are bigger than most men’s erections.”

Instead of two males, I was pleased to see one of Dorri’s associates was a female.“Steph and and Stan for our pleasure Michael,” Dorri told me with an emphasis on our by way of introduction as they stared at our naked bodies. Stan had little interest in Dorri’s body, as he ogled my cock.

“When fully erect he is ten-inches,” Dorri told them with a knowing smirk as she led us to the main room.

After some cursory small talk I watched as Dorri enjoying helped them undress. Stan first, he was a few years younger than me with a toned body. He already had an erection, though an average size one. Then Steph, she was quickly naked and around the same age as Stan with a good, firm feminine body. Her taut ass looked wonderful as I watched Dorri kissing her with a hand on her ass before she slid her tiny thong off.

Michael is for you to enjoy, both of you, he is your work bonus for your sexual pleasure, I promised you a hung man. Though you never expected a man this big, did you?,” Dorri murmured as my cock reacted to a both a younger naked male and younger female body while I slowly stroked it to my full ten-inches for them.

“Oh wow, oh fuck, huge, fucking huge,” they muttered in unison as I had their full attention while I enjoyed them ogling my erection before they watched Dorri fasten a cock ring under my balls as we had organized.

I was laying back on the couch, with a full on, thick, ten-inch erection, my hands behind my head, soaking up the sexual pleasure. Stan was licking and sucking my nipples while Steph had the fingertips of two hands delicately holding my shaft while Dorri was sitting alongside me, her naked body touching mine and watching very intently.

Dorri was also watching intently as Stan was licking my balls while Steph was sucking my now full on, thick, ten-inch erection, my second erect ion for the afternoon.

“Now you Stan, I promised you a hung man. Though you never expected one this big, did you?,” Dorri murmured as they changed positions before she parted Steph’s legs, then licked and kissed her way up her thighs. She halted so both of the women could watch Stan commence sucking my raging erection.

Stan was holding the shaft of my cock with one hand and using just the very tip of his tongue to lightly lick the head. He was making slow circles and light taps around the circumference of my cock, before he stroked my frenulum, the extra-sensitive area on the bottom side of the head of my cock.

He was holding my cock an inch below the head while he wrapped his lips around the top of it. Then, using plenty of saliva, gently sucking and licking the head of my rock hard erection. He really was talented, incredibly so the way he was edging me.

“Wow,” I could hear the two women mutter as he slid more and more of my erect cock between his tightly pursed lips.

I wanted to tease and edge him, as well as myself and the two women. The look on Steph’s face was one of awe and desire as I let my erection slip from his lips as I made eye contact with the two women. Using plenty of saliva, Stan was gently sucking and licking the head of my cock some more, as he used his fingers to stroke my balls and move my sack around in my hands.

I wanted to pleasure all of us for at least twenty minutes. To edge the three people I took a break and stroked my erection with my hands while kissing, licking and nibbling on Dorri’s ass.

“Look at the size of your cock. I love watching a man sucking another man’s cock. Are you enjoying it? Do you like Steph and me watching?,” Dorri asked in an agitated voice while she tongue kissed me.

“Yes, love it,” is all I could mutter as Steph sat alongside me, her body touching mine.

The exhibitionist in me was revelling in the attention as both a younger and older female were enjoying watching a very talented man blowing my thick, ten-inch erection.

“Watching him blowing you is so good, so fucking good,” Dorri muttered standing behind me, teasing my nipples with a fingertip. She was slowing increasing pressure on them as she pinched them. “Do you like that? Does it hurt?”

“Yes and yes,” I moaned.

“Do you want me to stop?“

“No, do it harder,” I moaned right on the edge.

Stan was also responding to my moan of harder.

“Fuck that was awesome, just fucking awesome,” Steph smiled as she watched Stan bring me off with his hand.

“I can’t wait to tell my friends back in London about today, my ten-inch fuck and so thick,” Dorri told me as I departed.

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Kolin and Willa, a fisherman and his new bride, yearn to meet a mermaid, but none have been seen in a thousand years. Below the waves, Aryal hates the commands of her father, King Triton, who forbid her swimming to the surface and finding a fisherman and fisherwife to court.

The Mermaid’s Courtship
Chapter One: Rebellious Daughter
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

Kolin – Calthin Bay, Kingdom of Thlin

The net was set, drifting in the water behind the boat. I sat on the lip of the small fishing boat I worked with my wife, Willa. The craft was a wedding gift from my father, a small sloop to begin our fishing trade. It had only one mast and two sets of oars to row.

It was perfect.

My feet dangled in the calm waters as I perched on the side. The blue depths fell away beneath me. My feet were bare, enjoying the cooler waters as the sun rose high. I wiped at my brow, my skin tanned darker red than the soft merchants who bought our salted fish and leathers.

Willa, my new bride, sat beside me. She wore a simple skirt sewn of fish-leathers, the scales flashing blue-green in the sun. The skirt was a wrap that tied at her right hip, letting her right leg move freely while still covering her modestly. Her small breasts were exposed. She had undone the lacings of her vest, exposing her dark-red nipples topping her conical tits.

There were no boats around, and I smiled at my wife’s delights.

“What are you thinking on?” she asked as she stared down into the dark waters.

“Nothing,” I answered.

“You mean mermaids,” she smiled. Willa had a great smile, still girlish with the youth she had only recently shed. It complimented her bold, beautiful nose and her high cheekbones. Her white hair spilled about her reddish face, contrasting with her skin. Her orange eyes had a sparkle. “Have you been dreaming of a nubile merwife to poke?”

My cock stirred in my fish-leather shorts. The shorts extended to my knees, leaving my legs able to bend as I moved about the small boat. “Yes.”

“They’re all gone,” sighed Willa. “They all died out or moved away. They don’t like Calthin Bay no longer.”

“They still exist in the rest of the Myrt Sea and the Nimborgoth,” I groused. “Why did they flee here? What offense did we give our sea wives?”

A hundred years ago, a fisherman and his fisherwife would have been honored to be courted by a mermaid. A family with a merwife always had the largest catches. Young couples on their wedding day would be presented with a new boat and sail out to the middle of the bay, there to spill their seed and dew upon the waters, hoping to entice a budding mermaid.

Willa and I had done it, masturbating each other on the dark waters while the full moon burned above. No comely mermaid had broached the surface. They were gone.

“Pity the waters are too deep to reach the Merpool,” I sighed, “then you could swim down there and become a merwife.”

Willa smiled. “And then who would be your fisherwife?”

“You’d be both,” I laughed. The Merpool was probably a myth. In the songs, it was claimed the original mermaids were birthed at the bottom of Calthin bay when the potent seed of Las, God of Lust, landed in the water and sank to the bottom. It was said to be beneath our keel on the sea floor, transforming any who bathed in it into a mermaid.

“They must have all died out,” sighed Willa as she peered down into the water. There were no merman, at least the stories claimed, so the mermaids had to seek their mates with the human sailors and fisherman who plied the Myrt Sea and beyond. Willa sang the Mermaid’s Lament as we waited for our net to swell.

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Ayral – Bottom of Calthin Bay, Triton’s Kingdom

I stared up at the azure heights of the sea, to the surface. My purple tail fluttered as I swam through the coral growths and swaying kelp of the seafloor. Schools of blue and silver fishes swam about as I wended and wove through the kelp to my father’s house.

In the stories of old, we used to seek for our fisherman and fisherwife above the waves. That was before King Triton appeared. The only merman to exist. We no longer needed to cavort with the surface dwellers.

At least, that was what I was told.

I was so curious. What was it like above the waves in the strange realm of air. Sometimes, I would watch the sunlight play on the rippling waves while dark shapes passed above. The fisherman and his fisherwife would trail great cloaks of bound kelp behind them and scooping up schools of fish.

“There you are, Ayral,” King Triton smiled. I was one of his many daughter-concubines.

He was a handsome merman, I guess—I really had no frame of reference. His lower half was a crimson fish that seamlessly transitioned into a muscular, male torso. Unlike mermaids, he hand no breasts but hard muscles and broad shoulders. His hair was white and he had a thick growth of hair covering his cheeks, chin, and lips. He called it a beard, another thing unique to him.

“Father,” I smiled, my purple hair flowing behind me as I swam through the opening in the coral building. Father lounged on a bed of kelp.

“My sweet Ayral,” he smiled, his hand reaching out to seize one of my large breast—the biggest in the harem—and pulled on the polished, blue coral piercing my pink nub. I moaned as he drew me closer. I brushed his reddish skin—all merfolk of the Myrt Sea had red skin, though I heard other tribes had pale, bluish, ebony, or brown skin.

Pleasure shot down to my pussy. I groaned and my pussy slit opened, my delicate petals caressed by the slight current floating through the house. My nipples always seemed connected to my pussy, and whenever Father played with them, my scales parted to expose my sex.

“I’ve been thinking about you all morning,” Father continued, pulling me to his lips.

His white beard tickled my face as I pressed in for a kiss. His lips were strong and made my heart beat, but my thoughts drifted to fisherman. They did not have fins. I tried to picture what that would look like.

Father’s fingers tugged on my nipple, the pleasure driving away my daydream. After pleasuring Father, I would have a free afternoon to frolic in the waters. I hoped to have the courage to swim above the kelp and for the surface.

I wanted to meet a fisherman, even if Father said they were the most violent creatures and would only hurt me. How could that be true? Before the miracle of Father, mermaids would wed fishermen and fisherwives.

Father’s tongue swirled through my mouth as his fingers pulled on my coral ring. My pussy clenched and throbbed. My slit parted fully, my pussy exposed to the sweet sea’s caress. Father’s other hand stroked down my belly to my purple scales. My fin twitched as he stroked me, nearing my slit.

His fingers were skilled as he brushed the petals of my pussy. I gasped into the kiss, my tail kicking hard and sending the kelp waving about us swirling. Father’s fingers caressed my folds and dipped into my hole.

“My sweet Ayral,” he gasped, breaking the kiss. “My sweetest daughter-concubine. You always know how to excite me.”

“Thank you, Father,” I smiled as he gave another tug on my nipple.

The pleasure ran right to my pussy and my hole clenched about his probing finger. My fingers curled in bliss and I moaned. My hair floated about me as I let my head drift back and enjoy the skill of Father’s fingers.

“Have you been thinking of the evil fishermen again?”

“Of course not, Father,” I moaned.

“Ayral?” A second finger entered me.

I gasped and twitched. “Definitely not.” The lie came easily to my lips even as the pleasure built inside me. “I do not want to be discipline again.”

Father had spanked me harshly. My tail was always so sore when he finished.

“I just want to be obedient and loving, Father.” And to see a fisherman. I wanted to find out if they were as handsome as the stories claimed. And were the wives as beautiful? Would they spill their seed and dew into the sea for me to devour. Would their sexual fluid excite me?

I felt something was lacking even at the height of my pleasure with Father.

“I love you, Father,” I smiled and gave him another kiss, my hands stroking through his beard. I did love Father, but it didn’t feel the same way as the songs described. I didn’t yearn for him when we were apart. He didn’t make my heart race.

Though his fingers knew how to stir my passions.

My pussy clenched down on his fingers as I floated near him. My tongue fluttered through his mouth as we kissed. His thumb caressed across my clit. My tail fin fluttered hard, breaking our kiss as I slid up his body.

“Do you want me to suck on your tits?” Father asked as he buried his face between them. His wiry beard caressed my nipples as his mouth sucked on my nub.

“Oh, Father,” I moaned as his strong lips nibbled. His fingers dug faster and faster in and out of my pussy.

My hands stroked his powerful muscles as my tail swished. The pleasure swelled through me. Moans escaped my lips. Father’s fingers were so thick. They were almost as nice as his cock. What would a fisherman’s dick be like?

I closed my eyes and imagined a fisherman, his cock thrusting from his fleshy crotch, slamming in and out my pussy’s depths as his fisherwife rubbed her pussy on my lips. I pretended to devour her salty, silky snatch as my pussy clenched on Father’s fingers.

“Yes, yes!” I groaned. “Fuck me! Make me cum!”

I needed to be careful. I couldn’t let Father know I fantasized about a fisherman. I would be in so much trouble. My tail swayed, brushing father’s scales. My fins slid up his scales, sending warm tingles shooting up to my pussy.

I was lost to my fantasy. The fisherman’s face was so handsome. He made my heart beat fast, and his fisherwife was beautiful, her hair floating around her shoulders as she rubbed her pussy on my lips. I stuck out my tongue as my pleasure swelled.

I wanted to meet humans. I wanted to see what it was like above the waves. I climbed higher on higher on my climax. I let out a wordless moan as my orgasm crashed through me. My body shuddered as I savored my fantasy.

“My sweet Ayral,” grinned Father as he pulled his fingers from my pussy. He brought them to my lips before the currents washed away my juices. I could taste my salty flavor in the water, my milky juices leaking out and letting out a small cloud of passion to drift around us. Father moaned in delight as he licked at my juices. “Delicious as always.”

I smiled, pleased Father enjoyed me. “You must be excited, too.” My hand slid down his stomach to where his crimson scales began. I slid down his sleek scales to his own slit. I teased the edge, the scales parting and the tip of his cock appearing.

My fingers dipped inside, caressing the tip of his cock. He expanded into the water, thick and throbbing, eager to fuck me. He wanted to fertilize my egg. I was nearing my first ovulation. The full moon approached, and Father was eager to impregnate me.

I wasn’t sure I wanted to lay his egg. It would tie me down to the seafloor while I cared for our little egg. But I couldn’t resist his commands. He was King Triton. He ruled the bottom of the sea, and I was his daughter-concubine.

It was my duty to pleasure him.

I leaned over, my lips kissing his scales as I neared his cock. Maybe he would spill in my mouth and I wouldn’t have to fuck him. It would deny me more pleasure, but limit his chances to fertilize me. My lips kissed nearer, my cheek sliding across his scales. His tail fluttered lazily as my hand grasped his throbbing dick.

My mouth nibbled on the tip of his cock as I stroked him. His tail fluttered faster as my pink tongue swirled around the reddish tip. He let out a groan as my lips swallowed the tip. My fist pumped faster at his cock as my mouth sucked hard.

“Are you trying to suck me dry, merslut?”

I moaned around his cock, my own tail fluttering as my excitement grew. I was Father’s little merslut. My mouth worked farther down his cock. His dick had fully emerged and pulsed in my mouth. My hair fluttered around my face as I bobbed and the salty flavor of his precum tickled my mouth.

Such a delicious taste.

His hand stroked the back of my tail, sliding up to where my scales turned into flesh. He brushed my rear slit. I gasped on his cock as he circled the slit. My scales grew excited and parted, exposing my sphincter.

His finger pushed into my asshole. I groaned about his cock and sucked as hard as I could. Father let out a low groan as his tail spasmed hard. His cock thrust deeper into my mouth, brushing the back of my throat as his finger wormed deeper and deeper into my bowels.

“So beautiful, my little merslut,” Father groaned as he stroked my purple hair with his other hand. His fingers combed through my locks as his other digits pumped in and out of my bowels. “You are so eager for my cum. But which hole should I dump it in? Not your mouth. Mmm, I need something more exciting.”

I pulled my lips off his cock. “Your finger seems to enjoy my rear slit,” I purred, my thumb sliding across the crown of his cock. “Wouldn’t you like to experience my bowels? I know how much you love my tight flesh wrapped around your thick cock.”

“That is tempting.” His finger pushed deeper into my bowels. “But it is so close to the full moon. I think you want me to spill in your pussy. Or are you scared of being a mermother?”

“Scared,” I admitted, my asshole clenching down on his finger.

“You will be an amazing mermother,” he grinned as his free hand cupped my chin and pulled me to him. My body turned in the water, floating right over him. His hard cock brushed my scales, so close to my pussy slit. “You will love our egg and watch over it while it grows, waiting for our daughter to hatch. Don’t you want that?”

No. I wanted to go above the waves.

“Yes, Father,” I moaned.

Father pushed up from the bed of kelp, holding me tight. We drifted through his coral room as his cock slid closer and closer to my pussy. I bit my lip as he nudged my folds. I wanted him in me. My pussy itched.

I was such a merslut.

“I can see it in your silver eyes,” Father smiled, his tail flexing and pushing the tip of his cock into my pussy. Just enough to tease me and drive me wild. “You want my cock in you, don’t you, merslut?”

“I do, Father,” I admitted, finally being honest with him. My body was betraying me. Maybe he wouldn’t fertilize me today. It was still early. “Fuck your little merslut daughter, Father.”

Father’s grin grew. His tail flexed and drove his cock deep into my hot depths. I groaned as his scales rubbed against mine, his arms wrapping around my body. He slipped his finger back into my rear slit as his tail flexed, driving his cock into and out of my pussy.

I convulsed against him, my pierced nipples rubbing on his strong chest. We spun in the water, our tails flexing as we humped our bodies together, sending us drifting up and down, back and forth. It was so wonderful and wickedly fun.

“Yes, yes, fuck your little merslut, Father,” I moaned, my tail wrapping around his. I groaned as I undulated my tail faster, meeting his cock’s thrust. “Mmm, yes, Father. I love it.”

“You want me to cum in you, don’t you?”

“I do,” I moaned, lost to the pleasure. It was hard to care about being fertilized when such pleasure burned through me.

My breasts rubbed against his hard chest as our tails gripped each other. His cock speared so deep into me. Pleasure rippled through me every time. His finger pushed deeper into my asshole as my body tensed.

“Father,” I moaned. “Yes!”

“Do you want me to spill in you?”

“I do,” I moaned. “Cum in me, Father. Oh, yes! So good! Mmm, I’m going to erupt like a sea vent.”

Father drove his dock into my depths. My pussy spasmed about his dick, eager for his cum. The pleasure shot through my body, electrifying me from head to fin. My tail spasmed in Father’s embrace as I squeezed my eyes shut.

His tail undulated, working his cock faster and faster out of my cumming depths. My little pussy milked his cock as I spasmed beneath him. He growled and thrust hard. His cock bottomed out in me and his seed erupted.

“My darling Ayral,” he moaned as he filled me up. “Soon you’ll lay my egg.”

I shuddered, sucking back into reality. “Yes, Father.” I tried to keep my bitterness out of the voice. I was just one of his many daughter-concubines. I was only his favorite because he took my virginity a month ago.

Soon, he would stop paying as much attention to me. I would be like the older mermaids, bitter and complaining as they worked the kelp fields, lamenting about their time as King Triton’s favorite fish. I stared up at the coral ceiling, trying to see past to the waves.

Father leg me go, his cock softening out my pussy. He pushed away from me. Milky cum leaked out of my pussy as I drifted down to the bottom. The fluid swirled away in the current. I clenched my pussy and forced out a white gob, watching it aimlessly tumble as it grew more and foggy and diffused until it was vanished into the water.

“You can go,” Father said. “I have business to attend to.”

“Yes, Father,” I sighed. I felt so used. All his loving caresses were gone.
My tail swished, and I shot out the opening. I swam through the coral houses, passing other mermaids as they went about their chores. I turned over on my back, staring up at the rippling waves high above.

I left behind the village and entered the kelp fields. Older mermaids glanced at me as they flitted through the strands, cleaning away starfish and other pests from the crops. I gave them a wave. They only gave me flinty stares.

It wasn’t my fault Father liked his younger daughter-concubines.

Beyond the kelp fields was soft sand littered with starfish and scuttling crabs. I fell down on the bed, sand puffing around me before the gentle current swept it away. My breasts swayed as the water caressed them. I watched the surface.

A boat was up there. Its shadow drifted with the waves. My eyes widened. I wanted to go up there and say hello. I didn’t care if it was forbidden. I licked my lips as the shadow slid slowly closer and closer, drifting on the same current that washed around me.

“Daydreaming,” Yrsla asked.

My sapphire-scaled sister flipped her tail and shot across the bottom of the sea, her nipples almost brushing the seafloor. Her bright-blue hair flowed around her as she hurtled right for me, a determined look on her pretty face. I gave her a smile.

“Hello, Yrsla,” I answered. “I was just…thinking.”

“About those disgusting humans you are fascinated with,” Yrsla sighed. She settled down next to me and pressed her soft breasts against my side. Her hair fanned about us in the current, merging with my purple strands.

“Yes,” I answered. I didn’t keep secrets from my sister. She would never betray me. “I’m tired of being Father’s merslut. He makes me feel so…dirty.”

“He’s the only male mermaid,” Yrsla pointed out. “Not only is he our father, but he is our merking.”

“I know,” I sighed. “It’s just…I love the old tales of swimming up to the surface and meeting a fisherman and fisherwife. Of loving them together.”

“Mermaids can love each other,” she cooed. Her lips nibbled on my ear as her hand caressed my face. “We could rub our clams together, or spread them apart and devour all the tasty goodness.”

“You’ll really want to eat mine,” I smiled. “I was just with father.”

Yrsla’s eyes widened. She spun around, her tail kicking up a large cloud of sand as she twisted. Her fingers caressed my slit, tracing my scales and coaxing my pussy to be unveiled. It was like coaxing up a clam to find a pearl, the same gentle caresses and then the pink, salty flesh was exposed.

We even had our own little pearls—our clits.

Yrsla’s tongue licked through my folds. I let out a moan as I watched the boat. It was practically overhead. I could swim up there and meet the humans. It kept drifting by as Yrsla’s tongue licked and sucked through my folds.

“Oh, you are greedy for Father’s seed,” I moaned.

“It’s so salty and good,” she moaned, her face pressed into my slit. Around her lips, cloudy juices leaked out, a mix of seed and my cream. “Mmm, and you taste wonderful.”

I gasped as her tongue brushed my clit. Yrsla was always wonderful to make love to. I never felt used afterward. She knew how to love me. Not like father. He only knew how to make me feel like a merslut.

Yrsla’s tail swished, the soft ends brushing my face. I groaned and nibbled on her fins. She loved it, her tongue swirling faster through my folds while her hands stroked my tail. My body shuddered as the pleasure washed through me.

“Play with my tits, too,” I groaned.

Yrsla contorted her body as she moved over me. Her tail bent so the ends of her fins could fan over my breasts and caress my nipples. I moaned and shuddered. The boat was drifting by. I stared at its bottom as the pleasure swelled through me.

“Ooh, yes. You know how to please me. I love it when you eat me.”

“Does it take your mind off staring at the humans,” she panted.

“No,” I admitted. “But it sure is nice.”

Her tail straightened and she lowered her clam to my lips. My vision of the floating boat was obscured by her scales rubbing on my face. I found her slit and tongued along her tightly closed slit. She opened up. Her pink, delicious clam revealed all it’s delicious morsels.

I swirled my tongue through her salty folds. She moaned into my pussy as we tongued each other. My tail spasmed. We rose from the sandy bottom. The current seized us. We drifted along as we pleasured each other.

Her tongue sent ripples through my body. I moaned and licked harder through her folds. My tongue probed deep into her sheath, fucking her like Father’s cock. Yrsla squealed into my pussy and nibbled on my clit.

“Oh, Ayral,” she moaned as we spun about in the current.

“I know,” I panted. The boat was finally forgotten as we shared our sisterly love with each other. “Mmm, I love it when you nibble on my clit.”

Her finger caressed my pussy before she buried her mouth back into my body. I moaned, my fingers sliding along her smooth scales. My body spasmed against hers. It was so wonderful and sweet. I never wanted to stop licking her.

“Let’s cum together,” I moaned.

“Yes, yes, yes! You have the best ideas Ayral.”

I smiled into her pussy. I stroked the back of her tail up to her back, playing around at the transition between scales and flesh. My boobs pressed into her stomach, my nipples aching points massaged by her skin.

We moaned together. Her fingers dug into my scales as her passion built and built. I knew Yrsla, she grew closer to cumming. I latched onto her clit. I nipped it with my teeth as my tail shuddered. I was so close.

“You ready?” Yrsla panted. “I’m so close.”

“Yes, yes! I am so ready to cum with you.”

Our bodies shuddered together as our orgasm burst through us. Such wonderful bliss washed through me. Our tails thrashed, spinning us faster in the current. We tumbled through the water as our orgasms surged through us.

I was lost to the pleasure. I let it drift through my mind. I kept licking her. Yrsla’s tongue never stopped playing with my pussy. I held her tight, cuddling her as we drifted, the pleasure relaxing out of my body.

“Mmm, that was fun,” Yrsla smiled, her tail fluttering.

“Uh-huh,” I smiled, letting go of her. We parted slightly. I was facing down at the sand. It drifted past us. We were caught in the current.

“Did that take your mind off the boat?” Yrsla asked as she turned over to give me a kiss.

“The boat?”

Her lips pressed on mine. We turned and the surface came into view. My eyes widened as I kissed my sister. The boat was still over us. We drifted with it while making love. I broke the kiss and pushed away from my sister.

We were far away from the village. No one would know. I swam for the forbidden surface.

“Ayral!” Yrsla called out. “What are you doing?”

“I’m going to look at the humans! I have to!”

“But…the law! Father will be very angry at you.” Yrsla swam after me and snagged my hand, yanking me around.

“Please, Yrsla,” I said, cupping her cheeks. Her blue hair floated around her pain-filled face. “I need to find out.”

“But…humans are monsters.”

“Then why did the old mermaids love them?” My eyebrows furrowed.

“Well…they didn’t have a choice…” Yrsla looked up at the boat. “They have a net out. They’re <em>fishing.</em>”

I rolled my eyes. “We eat fish.”

“Well…” Yrsla bit her lip.

“We keep schools of fish for eating, Yrsla. How’s it different?”

“They’re air dwellers. Why don’t they throw their nets in the air and catch those flying fish.”
“Birds?”

“Yes, birds. Then they don’t need to pollute are waters with their boats.”

I shook my head and peered into her silver eyes. “Please, Yrsla. I need to know. Every day, I wonder about them. Why do we have such romantic songs about them and stories about brave fisherwives and strong fisherman? There has to be a reason.”

Yrsla’s eyebrows scrunched up. “But…that makes Father…wrong.” Yrsla licked my lips. “If you go up there, they’ll hurt you. Father can’t be wrong.”

“I’m willing to take the risk.” My thumbs stroked her cheeks. “Please, Yrsla.”

“Fine,” she pouted and jerked away from me. “Go up there and break the rules. It’ll be your own fault when you wind up dead.”

Yrsla turned and swam fast, shooting back to the village.

I watched her swim off. I wasn’t making a mistake. I felt it in my heart. This was the right decision. I loved Father, but I couldn’t be his merslut, daughter-concubine any longer. I didn’t want to be discarded. I wanted to be loved.

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Willa – Calthin Bay, Kingdom of Thlin

I stared at the profile of my husband as he stared into the water. His skin had that burnished, red tan of a true fisherman, not like some of the louts that tried to court me. A gorgeous mane of yellow hair spilled about his neck in a tangled mass. He was strong, working a ship put muscles on any man or woman, and it was nice to lean against his frame.

So I did that, resting my head on his shoulder. The bay wasn’t choppy today. The boat rocked in the gentle swell. We drifted on the current that circled the bay. The water lapped cool at my feet as the sun warmed my face.

I loved being out on the bay. It was partly why I chose to marry a fisherman. And Kolin had something all the other boys that pursued me—fishermen, dockworkers, merchant sons, carpenter apprentice, and more—all lacked. Kolin had dreams.

He always talked passionately about the old stories, pining to see a real mermaid. The way he talked about them, well, it stirred a girl’s heart. He had vision. On our marriage night, he had me convinced we would see a mermaid. I knew my older sisters and their husbands never went through with the mutual masturbation into the bay.

I was crushed with him when she did not appear. He made me believe.

“Maybe there are mermaids down there,” I whispered, my hand on his thigh. I stroked up the fish-leather shorts, my fingers crossing the fine stitching that held the hides together until I reached his groin, I rubbed him. “We could try to attract one’s attention?”

A smile crossed Kolin’s lips. “I married the best girl on all of Rez. No, all of the Myrt Sea.”

“Not all of Thlin?” I asked.

“Well,” he smiled, “I’ve heard of the girls of Lusor and their large, round breasts.”

I elbowed him in the stomach. “You think a girl that’s never tasted the sea could be better than me? Their skin is so light it’s pink, never burnished by the sun.”

A grin split his lips. “I guess you’re right. The best girl in all of Thlin.”

“Then let’s summon a mermaid,” I grinned, “and court her.”

My hand caressed his bulging cock. He swelled beneath my hand, always so ready and eager. I pulled at the lacings, the knot coming undone. My hand pushed inside and grasped hid dick. His groan was satisfying to my ears. I drew out his cock, his tip dark-red and throbbing, leaking precum.

“You’re eager,” I purred to him as I stroked up his cock. I squeezed harder, letting the drop of precum bead the tip before I smeared it around his thumb. “You’re just eager to cum, aren’t you?”

“I want the mermaid to taste my salt on the waves,” he panted.

Kolin’s hand reached over and touched my bare stomach before sliding up to my breasts. I had freed them earlier, letting the sun kiss my tits like a proper fisherwife. The town girls didn’t know the freedom of the bay and the salt, and hid their breasts like shy maids. Kolin’s calloused hand reached my breast and squeezed, his thumb stroking over my nipple.

The pleasure shot down to between my thighs, moistening my pussy. My hand tightened on his shaft, stroking him faster as I squirmed. I crossed my thighs, caressing my aching clit. I turned my face, pressing my lips against his cheek, his stubble was rough on my lips.

“Willa,” he groaned as my hand flew up and down on his cock. His hand squeezed my breast as his passion grew.

I kissed to his ear. My tongue flicked out, caressing it. “That’s it, seed the ocean and attract us a merwife.”

Kolin’s cock throbbed in my hand. My other hand pushed inside his shorts to massage his cum-laden balls. His hand squeezed my tit every time I played with his sensitive nuts. My hand slapped into his groin as I stroked him.

“I’m so close,” he groaned. “Willa, yes.”

“Just imagine the little mermaid beneath the waves, her hair fanning about her beautiful face, her breasts bobbing in the underwater current. She is staring up at us, her mouth open, eager to taste your salt on the water.”

“Gods, yes,” he panted. “Vedr’s stormy wind, I want her to taste my salt.”

I hoped Vedr, Goddess of Storms, would show us her favor instead of her anger.

“She’ll love your flavor. Her little mermaid pussy will grow so excited. She’ll draw closer to the surface while you rub my little clit and make me cum so hard I squirt my dew into the water. She’ll love both of our flavor and rise to the surface. She’ll court us and love us and bless us.”

“I can almost see her!” Kolin moaned as he stared into the depths. “She’s a dark shadow, her hair fanning out. She’s watching us.”

I looked down. The water rippled around the boat, glinting with the sunlight. For a moment, which was probably merely a trick of light bending and playing on the surface, I thought I saw her staring up at us.

“Cum!” I moaned as my hand stroked up his cock. “Seed the water!”

“Las’s cumming cock!”

My husband’s dick throbbed in my hand. He growled. His dick shuddered. I could feel the cum shooting through his cock to the tip, then the white fountained onto the sea, a small bit of foam before it dissolved into the water.

“Yes! Taste my salt,” Kolin groaned as a second blast erupted.

I squeezed hard as I slid my hand up his cock. A third blast shot into the water and then more dribbled out, running across my hand. Kolin panted as I raised my hand to my lips and enjoyed his salty seed.

“How can a mermaid resist this?” I purred as I took a second lick.

“She can’t,” he groaned. “Now let’s add your dew to sweeten the waters.”

I grinned at my husband, my poor pussy on fire.

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Ayral

I was so close to the surface. The humans sat on the edge of their boat, dangling their land-fins in the water. Through the rippling waves, I could see the fisherwife stroke her fisherman’s cock. The man’s strange appendages, tipped with stubby fingers, curled in the water.

Something white shot from him. His seed. It splashed on the water. They were giving me an offering. They were looking for a mermaid to court. My heart beat with excitement. His strange not-fin appendages kicked, swirling the water as more of his cum rained down.

I opened my mouth, breathing in the sea. I moved higher, searching for the taste of his cum. There was something saltier in the water. It was so faint, but it was delicious. My heart beat with excitement as I swam higher and higher.

I was breaking the law. The ocean’s surface was so close. The salty flavor grew stronger. I loved the taste of his seed. It was so exciting.

But what if they were evil like Father claimed? I bit my lip as I watched them. They shifted around. The fisher wife knelt on the edge of the boat. The fisherman ran his hands between her land-fins. They were almost like another set of arms, but thicker and longer. He rubbed between them.

Why?

I swam a little closer. My eyes widened. Between her strange, lower arms was something pink. A slit lay between them. Her pussy. The man stroked and fingered her, rubbing across her little clit. My own hands slid down my belly to my scales. I brushed around my slit. My flesh opened up to reveal my excited clam.

I stroked my folds as I watched the man pleasure his fisherwife.

The woman’s moans were muffled, but full of pleasure. She sounded as sweet as any mermaid crying out in bliss. The fisherman knew how to please her. His fingers were so deft as they stroked through her folds.

I fingered my self, pumping my digits in and out of my greedy hole. The salty flavor of the man’s seed was so strong in the water. I just had to flick my tail a few times, and I would broach the surface. I bit my lip.

They couldn’t be evil. Look at how much pleasure he gave her.

But Father also gave me that same pleasure.

The fisherman leaned over and kissed the curvy cheeks that adorned the woman’s rear. They almost were like breasts, forming a delicious, heart-shaped mound at the tops of her strange land-fins. His lips kissed deeper and deeper in between those curvy cheeks, licking and sucking at something.

“Yes…my asshole…lick it..” moaned the woman, her words momentarily clear before a wave slapped up against the side of the boat.

“Wow,” I gasped. “He’s tonguing her rear slit. That’s so…”

I almost said nasty, but then I remembered how passionate she moaned as he licked her. She loved it. This man wanted to pleasure her. Not like Father. He only used me for <em>his</em> pleasure. He fingered my pussy so I would let him fuck me.

But the fisherman already came. He didn’t have to pleasure his fisherwife. He wanted to. It was so beautiful.

My fingers curled in my pussy’s depths. My tail fluttered beneath me as my pleasure rose. I wanted to meet them. I didn’t care how much in trouble with father I would get into. This felt so right to me. I brushed that special spot inside of me.

My pussy spasmed about my fingers.

“Kolin!” gasped the woman.

Her pussy clenched. My eyes widened as clear juices squirted from her pussy and splashed on the surface of the sea. I breathed through my mouth and tasted something tangy and exciting. Her pussy was wonderful.

They had to be wonderful.

My fin fluttered and I propelled myself the last ten feet to the surface. I broke through the water and entered air. I gasped in shock as my skin suddenly felt…not wet. My hair clung around my face and shoulders instead of fanning about me. Everything sounded so different—sharper, louder. Not muted by the dull roar of the ocean.

“It’s a mermaid, Willa!” the man gasped, his words loud, almost assaulting my ears. But there was such excitement in his voice.

I knew I had made the right decision to court these humans.

To be continued…

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The hit had gone fine, just hadn’t expected that a cop would walk out and see it. Worse still a cruiser pulled in the parking lot at the same time. Not surprising, this wasn’t something I planned. I rushed to my motorcycle, hoping to make a clean getaway, I felt it when the leads hit my back. Goddamn Taser shot the juice through my body and I collapsed.

The Hitwoman:
The Blonde Bombshell
By Millie Dynamite

The hit had gone fine, just hadn’t expected that a cop would walk out and see it. Worse still a cruiser pulled in the parking lot at the same time. Not surprising, this wasn’t something I planned. I rushed to my motorcycle, hoping to make a clean getaway, I felt it when the leads hit my back. Goddamn Taser shot the juice through my body and I collapsed.

I jerked around on the floor as the juice shot through my body. Okay, okay you’ve got me, I thought, now you’re just being cruel. The big cop giggled as he clutched the trigger on the Taser, his partner likewise had a good laugh at my expense. I’ll remember this, mother fuckers!

“That’s enough,” the plain closed officer said. “Hard to believe such a small girl killed such a big hulk as Hagger.”

“Snapped his neck,” one of the uniforms said. “She’s buff, sergeant. Look at her muscles.”

The one in the suit dug my wallet out and looked at the ID. He stood up and put the wallet on my motorcycle seat. Then he put the silken rope I had used to kill my mark there. He said something I couldn’t make out and the three of them laughed.

“Miss Allen,” the plain closed cop began, as one of the true-blue boys yanked me to my feet. My head started to clear and plotted my escape. The brute cuffed my hands behind my back, the cuffs were snug but not tight, good. “You’re under arrest for the murder of one Thomas Haggar, you have the right…”

Yada…yada yeah, I know, sure I know it isn’t my first arrest, just get it over with, I thought it but didn’t say it when he finished the claptrap rights bullshit I spoke for the first time, “Yeah, sure I understand.” I didn’t have time for this shit, I have another job and a boat to catch.

“Take her downtown,” the plainclothes detective told them. “Pat her down good be sure she doesn’t have anything concealed. Leave me some evidence bags before you go.”

Tweddle Dumb felt my body all over, I can feel his appreciation with every squeeze. Tweddle Dee watched licking his pig lips his little pecker standing straight out in his pants. He pulled the needle-nosed pliers from my back pocket and sat it on my motorcycle seat. They led me to the car and looked back at Dick Tracy as he examined the scene, still shaking his head that I had snapped the big man’s neck.

“Watch your head,” Dee said as he guided me in the back seat of the cruiser. It was a standard cruiser, no cage between them and me. Dumbasses, this would be quick work.

Closing my eyes, I envisioned my hands and wrist and the cuffs around my wrist. Small, my hands had to be smaller, I rolled my hands and finger together, the bones contracted, the space between bones collapsed. I heard the doors close, the first mine then the passenger door, at last, the drivers. The engine turned over, the powerful motor purred like a caged lion. I heard the crunching of the gravel under wheels as we pulled out of the parking lot onto the roadway.

My hands were free, I clutched the cuff’s inside my left hand and moved my right hand around and unbuckled my belt. Opening my eyes, I studied the back of the cop’s heads, they had removed their hats and stuck them on the dashboard wedged between windshield and dash at the front. The men were having a disagreement, Tweddle Dumb needed a cup of coffee, Tweddle Dee wanted to get me to the station ASAP. Since Dumb drove, he won, stopping in an empty parking lot of an all-night diner.

Dumb exited the car, walked to the door of the cafe looked back and held up two fingers, and Dee nodded. He pulled a pack of smokes from his pocket and looked at me in the review mirror. He lit the cigarette, turned his attention back to the restaurant.

In one swift motion, I yanked the belt from around my waist, wrapped it around his neck and twisted. I watched the fun in the review, the cigarette fell from his lips, his mouth twisted and contorted, Dee’s hands went to the belt, he dug his fingers in under the supple leather. In a flash, his right hand dropped, he had remembered his gun. Putting my knees against the back of his seat for leverage. The handgun rose, he twisted his hand pointing the weapon my direction. I yanked to the left has hard as I could. The sharp snap of cracking vertebra preceded his hand going slack and gun tumbling to his lap, then down to the floorboard.

I let loose of one side of the belt, dropped my feet to the floorboard and watched as his body jerked, shook, and twitched. I climbed over the seat and exited through the driver’s door, turning back I watched the movement stop.

“Nice,” I said, my second rush for the night. I turned to the door of the restaurant, I knew Tweddle Dumb would be returning in a few moments. I rushed up to the diner and concealed myself beside the bump out entryway. I heard the jingle of the bell on the door as Dumb exited the cafe and his steps as he came down the ramp. I prepared myself.

Tweddle Dumb stood looking at the cruiser, he could see something was wrong. He held a coffee in each hand, he turned ever so slowly to me. His eyes wide, he wanted to drop the coffee’s and grab his gun, I could see that. Leaping up, I snapped a kick out, the spiked heel of my shoe struck his head just above his nose. He staggered back, still holding the coffees in his hands.

I ran toward him again jumping but directing my kick to his chest. The heel struck his sternum, he crashed to the ground, his hands spasmed as he did crushing the Styrofoam cups. Standing over him, I gazed at him, eyes rolled around trying to focus. I kicked again, driving the heel of my boot deep inside his chest. The blood gushed for a moment the just oozed. His eyes moved no more as the light vanished from them.

Bending down I took the car keys, walked back to the cop car, dumped his dead partner out of the car. Turning the motor over, I felt the rumble of the powerful engine. I drove back to the crime scene, lights and siren blaring. I had something to get, something sentimental to me. As I neared the now empty bar, I shut all the lights off and killed the siren. Pulling in I saw that no CSU had arrived and the plainclothes investigator was alone at the scene.

I shot every light on, full bright, and barreled toward him. The cop raised his hands to shield his eyes, I plowed over him. Getting out of the car, I took the shotgun from its place and shucked a shell into its chamber. Walking over to the cop I smiled at him, he tried to get to his gun. I just watched as he squirmed, I don’t know how many his bones were broken, most of them. Pointing the shotgun at his face, I squeezed the trigger.

The gun barked out, I shucked in a second shell and fired again at his chest, then again at his belly. I walked back to the dead body and looked around, flashing lights, the ME would be here in a minute. I took my plyers and my silk garrote from their respective evidence bags. Taking the pliers, I bent down opened, the big man’s mouth, pulled a tooth and dropped into one of the evidence bags.

Jumping on my bike I sped away from the scene, rushing to the high rise downtown where this night had begun. I rode the elevator up to the penthouse. Ringing the doorbell, I steadied myself for the last task.

The big breasted blonde opened the door, she looked me up one side and down the other, she like what she saw. The whore leaned against the door, her slinky white nightie did little to hide the soft alabaster skin below, her fat elongated nipples, or the light triangle of pubic fur. Her blue eyes swam in to see red, and the drink in her hand begging to be lifted to her ruby lips again. They used to call sluts like this blonde bombshells. She exuded sexuality, curvy, soft and full of promise.

“Where’s Tommy?” she questioned me, her sultry southern accent sounded so dirty even when her words weren’t.

“Spending time with cops,” I said.

“He’s a dumb ass,” she said turning from she sauntered back into the room, her ass swiveling one way then other as if on ball bearings. “I got so worked up, thinking about the three of us in bed,” Hazel turned back to me and smiled. “Guess we don’t need him though.”

She downed the drink and poured another, full glass all bourbon. She sipped it smiling at me as she backed away toward the bedroom door. The index finger of her free hand went to her lips, and she played with the long nail in her teeth, not quite biting it. She back into the door, I stood there like a statue, this hadn’t been in my plan.

“Ryann, you’re the most butch bitch I have ever seen,” Candy told me. “I mean even your name is masculine, Ryann. I bet you take any woman you want, the question is, do you want me?”

“Perhaps, but what would Thomas say?”

“Who gives a shit what Thomas says or thinks,” she said pushing the door open behind her. “It isn’t like Tommy is…” she paused for a moment, “in charge…he isn’t in charge of anything. Look at you, all tight muscles packed into the leather catsuit. I hadn’t ever realized how good black’s look in black.” She licked her lips, took a deep swallow of her bourbon, curling the finger she had been gnawing on her motioned for me to come to her, “Here kitty, kitty, kitty, put your claws away and let’s play.”

Part of my plan or not, I licked my lips and followed the bitch to her bed. I took her, ripped the nightgown from her body, like the animal she wanted. Tossed her on the bed, I peeled out of my clothes, saving the spiked heeled boots till last. I ogled her body, pouncing on her, I forced her face to my shaved snatch. She devoured me, bringing me near orgasm and then resisting. I pull her back to my snatch and again force her.

Each time I get near she fauns resistance. I force her back to her work. Finally, I refuse to let the bitch move away, my juice oozes on her face as I climax rolling my hips. I fall off her, laying on the bed, sucking air to regain my composure.

The bitch rolls over and opens her nightstand, pulling a strap-on from the drawer with an enormous rubber pecker hang in the harness. I take it from her, standing on the floor I put the contraption on, an idea breaks in my head. I walk around and pick up pants, pull the belt from the loops.

“Now be my good bitch,” I say smacking my palm with the belt. “On the floor, on all fours and get ready for the fucking of your life.” She positions herself in front of her closet, ass up her head hanging, blonde curls touching the floor. I enter her in one hard thrust and begin humping her for all I’m worth, better than any man that’s certain.

I can feel her meeting each thrust. She throws her head back, groaning. I put the belt around her neck and pull a little, I don’t want her to realize this isn’t play. I keep humping, tighten down as she gets nearer the edge of orgasm. Something, I don’t know what tipped her. I felt her body react and she stiffened up, not in sexual ecstasy…she began to buck trying to throw me off her.

I tightened the belt and twisted it. Candy body jerked, she moved out from under me. She lurched, and her feet went to the wall. Using the wall, the woman hurled backward over my head. She crashed down behind me and pounced on me. Somehow, she had gotten the belt. Candy squeezed and twisted, my hands went under the leather. I couldn’t breathe, she wrapped the strap tighter.

I began to feel desperation, dragging us to our feet. The bitch was shorter than me, I rammed my elbows back into Candy’s fat tits, hard. Each time I jabbed the bitches plump breast, she moved back. Candy’s hands slipped from the belt. Candy rammed her head into me as turned toward her. Reaching down she picked up the belt and began to whale on me with it.

I caught it at last and tossed it away to the far side of the room. Spinning around I flung a foot in her gut. The whore doubled up and kicked her face with another spinning roundhouse. She plummeted to the floor and pounced on top of her. Pounding her beautiful face, I smashed her nose flat, I kept beating her. I moved to her mouth, determined to knock a souvenir out of her lovely face.

Pausing I leaned back, breathing hard she spat blood and teeth out on the floor beside her. Candy began to beg for her life, promising to give me a hundred thousand dollars to let her live. Then two when she I was unmoved, then three. My features softened and smiled.

“Right now,” I asked her.

“Yes,” she said the blood still boiling out of her mouth. I let her log onto her computer, into her bank account. I gave her my untraceable Cayman account number, she transferred the funds. “There, I held up my end,” Candy told me.

“Now it’s my turn,” I said helping her to stand. “Let’s get you back to bed shall we?” I helped into the bed. Made her comfortable, fluffing up her pillows. “What shall I tell Mr. Tortoni?”

“We’ll think of something,” she said the pain her eyes was exquisite. I smiled and petted her hair like she was a dog. I smiled at her kissed her on her cheek. Jumped on top of her chest knees digging deep into her tits.

Yanking the pillow from under her head, I pushed it over her face and pressed down hard. She struggled for a few minutes and last passed. I held my position for some time, stood and cleaned myself up, then redressed.

Something happened in the penthouse that night, a fire broke out and burned out of control for over an hour. The firemen hate fighting fires inside tall buildings. That notwithstanding, they did their duty and went inside, they fought for hours. I watched the brave lads as they would come out, coughing and hacking. Finally, it was over, and they brought out the crispy Candy.

I made it to my boat just in time, and we shoved off with the city in turmoil. Three cops murdered, a prominent businessman and his girlfriend killed in separate events. It would take weeks for them to piece this together.

In the meantime, I’m enjoying a cruis on my private yacht, with a white boy toy to use, until I grow tired of him.

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Tucker the Irish Setter just wanted a game of fetch. What he got was so much better.

With a sigh, Tucker the Irish Setter squirmed restlessly on the well-worn but comfortable couch. He whimpered with a sense of boredom. If only someone would take him outside for a game of ‘fetch’.

At the other end of the couch, Morgan lay sprawled out, her interest directed at a book. Her lips pursed as she read, turning to the next page on a particularly lurid section of the presumably romantic novel she had picked up at a garage sale. She indulged in another sip of wine and set the glass on the end table, noting sadly that the bottle was depleting at a rapid rate.

Tucker issued a plaintive whine. Morgan stretched out her leg and lazily scratched his doggy tummy with her toe. With that minimal effort completed, she returned back to her book. Sensing that no game of fetch was in the offering, the canine rolled onto his back, licked one paw, then dropped off to sleep with a snore.

Morgan turned another page. The buxom heroine in the low-cut bodice depicted on the cover of the novel found herself in dire straits. Captured by a band of ruthless pirates, she was bartering for her life. With neither jewels nor gold to offer, she had only the willing cooperation of her ample female assets to trade. The pirates numbered over thirty. It was going to be a long, hard night unless a brave champion were to appear…

At about a dozen pirates in, no swashbuckling hero had ridden to the rescue. Every conceivable orifice of the female lead had been gloriously and repeatedly violated in explicit and highly imaginative detail, at times by several men at once. Morgan hadn’t realized it was ‘that’ kind of a book. But she didn’t take offense. “Some girls have all the luck…” she wistfully thought.

Absentmindedly, the fingers of her right hand eased down to the crotch of her tight grey shorts, lightly caressing her vaginal mound through the thin, cottony material. A steamy wetness simmered in her loins and a small patch of telltale vaginal wetness was beginning to spread. But then the sound of footsteps approached the living room. Morgan’s faced flushed with embarrassment and she hastily drew back her hand and discretely slid the erotic book under a pillow on the couch.

Looking up, she smiled as her daughter Brooke entered the room. Lost in her own thoughts, the petite blonde ignored her mother’s smile, a look of intent focus clouding her pretty facial features. Her shimmering hair, bound up in a ponytail, bounced as she stopped and turned, arms crossed over her chest. A pouty expression crossed her face as she turned her attention up toward the top of the book shelf. Morgan followed her daughter’s gaze, curious as to what had captured the girl’s fascination. Displayed atop the imposing wooden cabinet was Charlie’s treasured college football — a memento of the championship game from years ago — signed by his teammates. Morgan sighed wistfully, recalling wonderful memories of her life with her husband Charlie before the car accident that had taken him and left her as a struggling single mom.

“What are you looking at, Brooke?” Morgan finally inquired, slightly unnerved by her daughter’s unwavering stare at the old college ball. Tucker perked up on the couch, tail thumping as he shifted his gaze from mother to daughter.

Brooke turned, sporting a frown. “Billy Davidson says that all our teachers are lying to us! Lying about everything!”

Morgan suppressed the urge to roll her eyes. Billy Davidson attended school with Brooke and was notorious for frequently stirring up some sort of discontent. “What did Billy say this time?” Morgan inquired patiently.

Brooke took a deep breath, then gushed out her frustrations. “We were in health class, you know, where they teach sex ed and all that yucky stuff, and the teacher — Miss Anderson — she said that giving birth was like trying to push a football… through… well, you know, through a girl’s… private parts.”

Morgan looked up at the football with an appraising glance, a shudder passing through her as the painful memories of going through child birth with Brooke came flooding back.

“Billy says that’s not even possible,” Brooke continued, “because a football is way bigger around than a baby, and there is no way a football could ever squeeze out of a mother’s… you know… pussy.” Morgan inwardly cringed at her daughter’s crude language, but chose not to chastise her as the girl was obviously upset. “So Billy says that if Miss Anderson is lying about that, then she’s lying about other things, and our other teachers are probably lying to us about everything else too! And… and…” Brooke’s voice cracked with emotion, trailing off into a quiet sob as she wiped the tears from her eyes and gave an emotional sniff.

“Honey, no, your teachers aren’t lying to you!” Morgan assured her daughter, sensing the girl’s faith in the entire educational process severely rattled.

Brooked looked up at her mother, dabbing away an errant tear trailing down her cheek. “They’re not?” she inquired insecurely.

“Of course not, Sweetie. Don’t pay attention to the nonsense Billy says.”

Brooke turned her attention back to the top of the cabinet. “So you could fit an entire football in your… you know… your pussy?” she inquired in a hushed whisper, a sense of awestruck wonder in her voice.

A momentary ripple of intrigue twitched through Morgan’s sweltering cunt, still in a state of unsatisfied arousal from her explicit reading material. But a sense of decorum overruled her primal urges. “Well, Brooke, I mean… it’s just that…” she stammered.

“So you can’t, and Billy is right! Our teachers are lying!” Brooke exclaimed, hurt betrayal in her voice.

“No, baby, you’re teachers aren’t lying… but…” Morgan replied.

Brooke turned to face her. “Then how come you won’t say its true?” she challenged. “How can I ever believe any of my teachers again?”

Backed into a logic corner, Morgan chewed her lower lip in frustration. What was she to do? Brooke’s trust in all of her schooling was obviously on the line. But with a nervous look up at the football on the shelf, she realized that the oblong leather-bound ball was indeed much larger than a newborn baby. Could a football really make it through the tight squeeze a woman’s cunt? The mental image of such a feat sent another shudder of illicit interest shivering through Morgan’s already slippery snatch.

Brooke looked from her mother, up to the football, and back to her mother, her distrust obviously growing as awkward seconds slowly ticked by on the nearby grandfather clock. “Can you show me?” she inquired in a pleading tone.

Morgan choked and coughed nervously, caught entirely off guard by the unusual and profane request. Morgan and Brooke had always been close, with few secrets left untold. But this… this was crossing into entirely uncharted territory of a mother / daughter relationship. Also, Morgan wasn’t entirely sure her tight little twat was really up to such a challenge.

A long pause ensued. Brooke’s eyes once again began to cloud with tears. “Alright… I’ll give it a try,” Morgan reluctantly agreed, her heart pounding an anxious patter. She rose from the couch, a bit unsteady from the effects of the alcohol. Brooke hurried to the kitchen, returning with a chair. She clambered up and retrieved the football. Mother and daughter inspected the leathery ball, not sure of how to proceed.

The Irish Setter hopped off the couch, tail wagging, thinking the football was a good omen that a game of fetch might finally be in the cards. He nuzzled Brooke’s hand. “Tucker, not now!” the girl chastised. The canine’s tail drooped. With a disappointed whine he slunk back to his position of the couch, circled twice, and dropped onto the cushion with an annoyed “chuff!”

With a determined set to her jaw, and her judgment clouded by a fair dose of alcohol, Morgan mentally banished her sense of shyness in front of her daughter. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts, wriggling her hips as she peeled the snug garment downward over her trim thighs and shapely legs. Her nipples perked visibly with arousal, tenting out her faded teeshirt. She took a deep breath in a vain attempt to steady her nerves, then pulled down her tight panties. A moist patch of vaginal fluid soaked the silky crotch, and a few shimmering strands of gooey wetness spanned taut between her shaved cunt lips and the departing undies. A hot flush of shame crept up her cheeks as her daughter gazed at her mother’s moist, naked loins and nervously licked her lips.

“So… Uh… how do you…” Brooke stammered, breaking the awkward silence.

How do you go about fucking a football? Morgan pondered in her mind, completing her daughter’s question. Well, that remained to be seen… She thoughtfully ran her fingers over the ball, a growing sense of concern washing over her as she assessed its girth. Charlie had lived and breathed football, always quoting facts and figures. An official ball measured roughly eleven inches in length and seven inches in diameter. From experience, she knew a newborn baby was only about four inches in girth. Morgan was suddenly beset with second thoughts. But as Brooke looked up at her with wide, blue eyes, Morgan knew she could not betray the girl’s trust.

“Hold the ball on the chair,” Morgan directed. Brooke nodded and eagerly complied, obviously caught up in the excitement. Kneeling on the carpeted floor, she placed the football on the kitchen chair, one rounded tip of the ball pointed ominously upward and the other end set firmly into the padded vinyl seat. Morgan paused to take a long swig of wine, draining the remains of the bottle in an attempt to bolster her faltering confidence. Then she maneuvered around her kneeling daughter and straddled the chair backwards, gripping onto the carved wooden back with both hands for support. Taking a deep breath, she slowly squatted down in a most unladylike pose, a nervous tremor rippling up her spine as she spread her legs and eased herself lower. Brooke flipped her hair back out of her face with a toss of her head and peered upward with a wide-eyed gaze of anticipation.

The leathery ball made contact with her Morgan’s inner thighs, rubbing with enticing friction. A trickle of vaginal fluid seeped from her pussy as her ruffled twat lips unfurled with growing arousal. Brooke scooted in closer between her mother’s spread legs, maneuvering the ball into position. Morgan flinched as the leathery tip made contact with her tender cunt flesh. Her ruffled pink twat lips spread, caressing the rounded narrow end of the football with an obscene vaginal kiss. She could feel ever every stitch, every seam and surface roughness of the ball on her silky soft skin. Stifling a moan — equal parts shame and carnal anticipation — Morgan sensuously rolled her hips, whimpering as the tip of the football nosed into the parting lips of her quivering pussy. Brooke’s hot breath washed over her mother’s inner thighs, raising goose bumps and a jittery tremor.

Tucker shifted on the couch, his furry head turned sideways in curiosity at the woman’s inexplicable antics. His snout settled down onto his paws, watching the goings on with interest.

Morgan closed her eyes, imagining the tip of the tanned, leathery football was the firm, fleshy head of a massive black cock. Caught up in the hectic schedule of holding down a career and raising a daughter, it had been years since she had enjoyed the pleasure of a man. Sexual urges, buried but not forgotten, came flooding to the surface. Any lingering reservations Morgan had about getting her tight little pussy fully stuffed faded as her twat trembled with a simmering carnal urge.

Slowly grinding in a lewd circle, Morgan nervously chewed her lower lip. As the oblong leather ball began to press up into her sweet wet fuck sleeve, the girth was already increasing quickly. She looked down. The ball was only an inch inside her and less than three inches in diameter, but already the size was putting a serious stretch into her tight little twat. “Hold it steady, Sweetie,” she urged her daughter as the ball wriggled to and fro. Brooke nodded and clenched the football tighter, a look on concentration on her face. Morgan tightened her grip on the back of the chair, and slowly brought more of her body weight downward.

Teeth clenched with the effort, Morgan bucked her hips as the ball ground to a halt. A lustful grunt escaped her lips as the ball’s insertion reached the two inch mark. Her widely splayed pussy ached with delight as the girth of the ball had flared to about four inches. This was about the size of a normal newborn child, so Morgan was starting to side with Billy’s opinion regarding lying teachers. But she wasn’t going to give up now. Carefully she relaxed her legs, easing even more weight down onto the ball. Clear, slippery fluid was draining freely from her straining cunt, lending a glistening sheen to the ball. Morgan wriggled her naked hips, straining with the effort. The steady flow of vaginal lubrication helped, and another inch of official NFL pigskin was slowly, forcefully pressed into Morgan’s pink pussy. Three inches deep and the diameter of the ball had flared to five inches. Morgan began to pant with the effort, her chest heaving as her erect, throbbing nipples rubbed every so delightfully on the inside of her loose shirt.

Brooke’s eyes were wide in amazement as her position between her mother’s naked thighs offered a close up and obscene view of Morgan’s stretched and straining twat. Slack-jawed, she looked up. “Does it hurt, Mommy?” She breathed.

Morgan closed her eyes and churned her hips, moaning sensuously and grinding further downward. “It feels so good,” she sighed. “… so good…” She eased up off the ball just a bit and with a determined thrust impaled herself downward. A satisfied grunt escaped her lips and a wet squelching noise accompanied the ball’s progress back into her juicy twat. A sheen of perspiration dewed up on Morgan’s naked legs, adding to the glistening vaginal wetness trailing down her inner thighs.

“It’s getting so wet! Brooke muttered as she struggled to maintain her grip on the increasingly slippery ball. The girl inhaled deeply, the alluring scent of her mother’s cunt in heat hanging heavy in the air. She shifted her hands, left down low on the ball and the right higher up. The extended thumb of her right hand slipped into the firm, deep crack of her mother’s ass, accidentally bushing lightly against the tender flesh of Morgan’s clenched little asshole.

Morgan flinched in surprise. “Oh, god!” she groaned. Charlie had never shown any interest in backdoor antics, so this was virgin territory.

“Sorry,” Brooke apologized, blushing red as she curled her thumb away.

“No… It feels really good, Baby!” Morgan purred, tossing her hair in a flirty motion. She turned to look back over her shoulder, her deep blue eyes locking with her daughter in a meaningful gaze.

Grinning up at her, Brooke took that sultry look as permission to continue. The girl licked her lips and tilted her head sideways for a better view into the inviting cleft of her mother’s shapely rump. Morgan’s crinkled little anus shivered, and clenched tightly, beckoning Brooke’s attention. Her heart pounding with excitement, the cute blonde eased her extended thumb back into position between her mother’s butt cheeks, gently rubbing, teasing the soft, crinkled flesh of her mother’s rectal pucker.

“Fuck!” Morgan hissed, instinctively pushing her hips back against the steadily increasing pressure of her daughter’s probing digit. “Do it! Stick it up Mommy’s tight little asshole, Sweetie,” she urged in a raspy whisper.

Brooke grinned, only too happy to comply in this new wrinkle of incestuous perversion. Morgan’s hips ground in a circular motion and then bucked as the token resistance of her quivering anus began to falter. Her anal orifice puckered rapidly back and forth, then blossomed open under Brooke’s insistent probing. Morgan sobbed with passion as her daughter’s thumb slipped into the steamy depths of her hot, lustful shitter.

With renewed enthusiasm, Morgan once again looked down between her legs, assessing her progress on the football. While she was distracted by the energetic delights of coaxing her daughter’s thumb up into her asshole, another inch of the football had plowed into her twat. Four inches in and the ball flared to about six inches in diameter. The swell of the football wasn’t growing as quickly anymore, but the thickest part still remained.

Brooke’s thumb wriggled playfully in the clutching depths of her mother’s bunghole teasing that grasping fleshy anal rim. Morgan issued a lustful, enthusiastic squeal, giggling as she bucked her hips back and forth for the final effort. The laces on the ball scraped sensuously on the tender fleshy folds of her straining twat, adding to the stimulation.

At this point the football seemed securely wedged into position, trapped between the seat of the chair and firmly clenched in Morgan’s obscenely stretched twat. Brooke cautiously released her grip. Slowly she tugged her thumb out of her mother’s clutching rectum. Morgan mewled in protest, looking down at Brooke. Their eyes met and Brooke slowly slipped her thumb into her mouth, suckling on the talented digit, savoring the taste of her mother’s ass. Then she slipped her middle finger into her wet, sensuous lips, stroking slowly in and out as she met her mother’s gaze.

“Oh, you naughty girl,” Morgan breathed, a shiver rippling up her spine. Brooke smiled and slipped her moistened middle finger into the crack of her Mother’s ass. “Do it!” Morgan begged. “Push it in deep!” Brooke happily complied, pressing her finger in between the fleshy pillows of her mother’s ass. The worming digit zeroed in on its target, finding Morgan’s little rectal pucker still primed and ready for another anal invasion. In a single stroke, Brooke buried the full length of her middle finger into the steamy depths of her mother’s eager shitter.

Morgan howled with lust as an orgasm exploded in her quivering pussy. Her twat clenched down tight around the invading football, the rippling muscular contractions squeezing down on the ball. A couple inches of the football pressed out of her cunt, giving up the hard-won progress. Morgan hissed in dismay, her naked thighs trembling in the throes of her orgasmic spasms as she bucked her hips, letting the weight of her body bear downward onto the leathery ball. Her rectal tract rippled, her anus desperately sucking on Brooke’s embedded finger like a hungry little mouth.

The football plowed back into her fuck slot, reaching the earlier four inch mark and continuing deeper. Morgan gasped, a painful straining sensation sending a shock through her tortured twat. Brooke gently caressed her mother’s naked rump cheek, planting a soothing kiss on her firm buttock as she slowly stroked her middle finger back and forth in Morgan’s clutching anus.

Panting, Morgan took a deep calming breath and painful flare in the depths of her obscenely stretched pussy began to fade. The frantic hammering of her heart slowed to a more normal rate and she shivered, drenched in sweat. Glancing down, she stifled a gasp of shock, finding over half the football buried in her gaping twat. Six inches of the ball were fucked in deep and the lips of her trembling cunt strained around the seven inch diameter. Morgan squirmed experimentally and another inch of the pigskin eased into her aching fuck tunnel. The diameter of the ball decreased, bringing a measure of relief to Morgan’s widely splayed pussy even as it burrowed deeper into the pink wet cavern of her cunt. The widest part of the ball was stuffed inside.

Instinctively, Morgan’s hips bucked again, swallowing another inch of the ball with growing ease. She groaned as the football slipped in deeper, filling her twat, her tummy visibly bulging. She paused, unsure if she should continue. But the straining entrance of her cunt clenched down tight, wanting more, wanting it all. Morgan whimpered, watching helplessly as her greedy pussy relentlessly pulled more of the ball into her silky vaginal clutches.

“OH GOD!” Morgan moaned, feeling another orgasmic spasm begin to build. Brooke’s middle finger slipped from the loving embrace of her mother’s asshole. “Please…” Morgan moaned. Her daughter rewarded her mother’s anal cravings, pressing two fingers up into that eager shit socket. Morgan’s hips bucked as her cunt and anus convulsed in a series of frantic contractions. Her thighs quivered uncontrollably and only her grip on the back of the chair managed to keep her upright. A straining sensation filled her cunt and the touch of cool vinyl pressed up against her naked ass cheeks. Morgan blinked in disbelief as she looked down, watching as the remainder of the football was pulled almost effortlessly inside her by the convulsions of her insatiable twat. With a satisfied grunt she bucked her hips, leaving a slick vaginal smear as she rubbed her wet pussy across the seat of the chair. Her fleshy twat lips drew closed as the bottom tip of the football disappeared from view.

Brooke gasped, pulling her talented fingers from her mother’s rectum with a wet slurp. “You did it!” she gushed in an awestruck tone.

Morgan nodded with exhausted satisfaction. Slowly she stood up from the chair, sticky strands of twat sauce dripping from her ass and thighs. Lifting the hem of her teeshirt, she inspected the results. Her belly bulged, distended by the embedded football. She winched, gently rubbing her fingers over her stretched tummy, suddenly feeling and looking very pregnant. A nagging sense of humiliation flitted at the edge of her emotions, suggesting that fucking a football might not be a healthy mother-daughter bonding experience. But those lingering doubts were overshadowed by an undeniable sense of pride and accomplishment.

Her straining tummy rippled with a growing muscle cramp, protesting the insertion of the football. Feeling the educational question had been settled and her point proven, Morgan tightened her abdominal muscles, attempting to squeeze the football from her cunt. The tip of the ball pried her vaginal lips apart, protruding outward just an inch. Morgan trembled with the strain, then gasped, panting with the effort. The tip of the ball retreated back into the enveloping folds of her dripping cunt.

Morgan flashed a reassuring smile at Brooke, who looked up with a concerned glance. Spreading her legs and squatting, Morgan strained again. A shimmering dribble of cunt cream drained from her pussy as her twat lips gaped, sticky streamers dangling and dribbling to the floor. The rounded leathery nose of the ball made its reappearance, peeking out of Morgan’s abused and gaping fuck slot. Her thighs and tummy trembled, muscles straining as she attempted to expel the ball. Only a teasing inch of the ball poked its way out of her snug little snatch, her vaginal opening stretching in a failed attempt to expel the leathery object. Morgan gasped again as her muscles reached the point of exhaustion. She collapsed onto the chair, breathing hard.

Mother and daughter exchanged a look of concern. “Is it stuck?” Brooke asked, a nervous quiver to her voice.

“Just a little, I’m sure it’s fine…” Morgan replied, attempting to put on a brave face. Gripping the bottom of the chair seat with both hands, she spread her legs and tried again, her face reddening with the effort. The stubborn football once more peeked a scant inch out of her overstuffed little twat before Morgan’s endurance once again gave out. With a whimper she relaxed and the ball again withdrew into the clutching embrace of her juicy pussy.

“Can I help?” Brooke inquired, a look of wide-eyed alarm on her face.

Morgan nodded. “Try to grab it and pull it out,” she suggested. Brooke knelt between her mother’s splayed, naked thighs, hesitantly placing her hands on either side of her mother’s cunt. Morgan groaned. She brought her hands down to her tummy, pushing on the protruding swell. The bulge of the football made a promising minor shift downward under the distended skin. The rounded nose plowed its way through the woman’s flaring twat lips. Brooke attempted to close her fingers around the tip of the cunt-slickened ball, but it was like trying to get a grip on a greased pig — or a greased pig skin in this particular case. Morgan sobbed and slumped down in the chair. The ball slipped from Brooke’s ineffectively grasping fingers and retreated back into the depths of her mother’s snatch with a syrupy wet sucking noise.

The Irish Setter put in an appearance, tail wagging, his wet snout pressing between Morgan’s thighs as he conducted his investigation. The alluring scent of wet cunt certainly had the beast’s attention.

“Tucker! No!” Brooke chastised, snapping her fingers and pointing accusingly at the canine. The well-behaved Irish Setter issued a minor whimper of protest, then with an offend toss of his furry head, trotted off into the kitchen to see what sort of snacks might be on offer in his food bowl.

Brooke returned her attention to the problem at hand. “Maybe if I can get my fingers behind the ball to help push it out…” she pondered out loud, turning her head sideways as she studied the problem of her mother’s jammed up cunt.

Morgan nodded in reluctant agreement. Brooke eased her fingers up towards her mother’s pussy and Morgan turned away, unable to meet her daughter’s eyes. She stifled a moan and shifted her hips uncomfortably on the chair as Brooke’s delicate fingers eased into her dripping cunt. First her right hand, then her left pressed into the constricted vaginal gateway. Brooke’s fingers delved deeper, finding the embedded nose of the football and tracing up along its length, feeling the enlarging girth. Morgan’s abused little pussy stretched as Brooke’s wrists disappeared into the grasping vaginal folds. Brooke’s exploring fingers found the start of the lacing of the football, pressing ever deeper. Progress slowed as the relentless grip of her mother’s obscenely stretched cunt gripped down tight on the widest part of the football. Arms quivering, Brooke tried to push further. The skin on Morgan’s tummy rose, revealing the faltering progress of her daughter’s deeply delving fingers.

Morgan contracted her muscles, biting her lower lip with the effort as she bore down on the ball. But Brooke’s hands and fingers, deep inside her mother’s twat only served to stretch that quivering fuck slot that much tighter. The football shifted not a bit, and Brooke;s straining effort failed to push her fingers past the widest part of the leathery ball. “It’s… it’s not working, Sweetie,” Morgan groaned as her efforts once more wavered. As her mother’s tightly clenched twat relaxed, Brooke eased her hands from the depths of her mother’s slippery cunt, the skin up to the midpoint of her forearms glistening with a coating of vaginal discharge.

Brooke looked up at her mother with a concerned gaze, pondering. “Could we maybe deflate the ball?” she offered. “Like pop it with a knife or something?”

Morgan looked horrified. The thought of an accidental slip with a steak knife up her twat was not an option to consider. “Absolutely not,” she sternly insisted.

“Maybe we should we call a doctor?” Brooke suggested, running out of options.

Morgan shook her head. “Honey, I’m not going to the hospital with a football fucked up my cunt.” Brooke nodded reluctantly, understanding the concern.

Mother and daughter sat in despondent silence for several moments, desperately trying to think of a solution. Then a realization finally jumped to Morgan’s mind. In the birthing process, the natural contractions forced it from the womb. While inserting the football, Morgan had experienced a powerful orgasm. The vaginal contractions had almost pushed the football from her cunt. Maybe another prolonged orgasm could do the same. A glimmer of hope eased a smile onto her face as a plan began to form…

“Brooke, go up to the closet in my bedroom. On the top shelf there’s a blue cardboard box. Bring that down here.”

Her daughter hurried to comply. Footsteps pattered away up the stairs. A door opened, then closed. Hurried footsteps approached back down the stairs, announcing Brooke’s return, bearing the mysterious blue box. “What’s in here?” she inquired, her eyes glittering with the excitement of the intrigue.

Slightly embarrassed, Morgan lifted the top off the box. A couple years after Charlie’s death, she had been overcome with a sense of loneliness and frustration upon trying to reenter the dating scene. She had briefly flirted with the notion of indulging in a lesbian tryst with a woman she met at the gym. She had even gone so far as to order some “toys” off the internet in anticipation of an encounter. But in the end she had lost her nerve and nothing had come of it. She had hidden the purchase in the box at the top of her closet, essentially forgotten until now.

Brooke peered into the box. Morgan lifted out a curious package, still in the original hard plastic clamshell package. Perplexed, her daughter looked at the odd collection of a long, thick rubbery shaft and several lengths of leather straps. Suddenly she blushed, recognizing the shape as a large, double-headed dildo. “Mom!” she exclaimed, stifling a giggle. Morgan gritted her teeth and tugged at the packaging, finally spilling the contents to the floor as the stubborn plastic peeled apart.

“Take off your panties,” Morgan instructed, picking up the rubbery shaft and working the massive fake prick through an attachment ring that securely gripped the dildo at the midway point. Brooke hesitated, then reached under her short skirt to pull down her thong panties. Morgan held up the assembled strapon dildo, with leather strands and buckles dangling. The shaft was easily twenty inches long, featuring the unmistakable shape of flared cock head at each end. Past the each rounded head, the thickness of the shaft dropped to under two inches in diameter, but tapered back out to over three inches in girth as it reached the center of the double dildo. The surface was formed with exaggerated veins and bumps, adding an enticing if somewhat intimidating texture.

“What are we going to do with that?” Brooke inquired, breathless with anticipation. Once a girl helps her mother fuck a football, all the conventional boundaries have been shattered. Her heart pounded as visions of very naughty things danced in her imagination.

Morgan smiled. “You’re going to fuck Mommy up the ass,” she purred.

Brooke squealed with giddy, girlish delight, eager to contribute in any way she could to the ongoing incestuous debauchery.

At her mother’s instructions, Brooke squirmed as Morgan lifted the short hem of her daughter’s skirt and slowly began to press half of the enormous rubber prick into her tight little twat. The girl flinched, but then relaxed. Morgan looked up at her, pausing. Brooke took a deep, calming breath, then nodded. All of the preceding antics with the football had turned Brooke’s pussy into a sweltering swamp of lustful anticipation, so the rounded head of the fake prick slipped into her tight vaginal depths with a wet, easy squelch.

The first several inches embedded without much fuss, but as the prick thickened in girth, a more forceful effort was needed. Brooke’s hips bucked as Morgan pushed. The girl grunted, hissing in a sharp intake of breath as the shaft burrowed deeper, stretching her to her limits. With a final shove, Morgan buried half of the rubber cock in Brooke’s tight little pussy, pushing the mounting ring and straps firmly against her widely splayed twat lips. Brooke turned as Morgan worked the straps around her daughter’s thighs, waist, and firm bouncy rump cheeks. With a tug and cinch of the buckles the contraption was locked in place. Ten inches of hard rubber cock bobbed ominously from Brook’s loins, the other equal half of the fake prick clenched securely in her snug, steamy twat. The prick tented out from under the hem of Brook’s short skirt with a slight upward curve, seeming all the more obscene for leaving the garment in place. Brooke wriggled her hips experimentally, feeling the impressive heft of the huge cock swaying back and forth, churning the buried half ever so delightfully in her pussy. The hem of her skirt swished, revealing the enticing rounded curve of her naked ass cheeks underneath.

Morgan pulled a pillow from the couch and dropped to her knees on the carpet. She lowered her head to the floor, hugging the pillow for comfort and emotional support. She spread her knees apart in an open stance that parted the cheeks of her creamy rump ever so invitingly as she pressed her perky little ass up into the air. Her tummy bulged beneath her, the buried football still lodged deep in the depths of her wet cunt.

“Fuck me in the butt and make Mommy cum, Baby.” Morgan whispered, swiveling her hips in an alluring motion. Her heart beat a nervous rhythm in her chest. This was her last hope. If Brooke could make her cum — make her cum really hard — just maybe that would help squeeze the football out. Maybe Brooke and that huge strapon dildo might just do the trick. It was a gamble, but at this point it couldn’t hurt to give it a try.

Brooke shuddered as she inhaled a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. Butt-fucking her mother wasn’t the sort of thing a girl normally has on her bucket list for the day. Kneeling down behind Morgan, the girl carefully positioned herself between her mother’s spread legs. Looking down, she wrapped her delicate fingers around the rigid shaft of the strapon cock, slowly stroking up and down its length. In her vulnerable and submissive position, Morgan whimpered. She swiveled her upturned hips in a lewd motion, all semblance of morals and self-respect abandoned. She flinched as Brooke’s left hand settled gently onto her perky rump, fingers firmly gripping the muscular flesh, splaying her ass cheeks open. Brook’s other hand skimmed up the length of the rubber shaft, stopping just short of the flared out cock head. Carefully she leaned forward, bringing the wide tip of the rubbery prick into position. Morgan shivered with delight as the cock head seated itself securely into the inviting dimple of her ass.

“Please… be gentle,” Morgan cooed softly, meaning not a word of it.

Brooke began to push. Morgan wrapped her arms around the pillow underneath her, hugging it close. Her tight rectal pucker put up a momentary resistance, still playing the part of the reluctant anal virgin. Then she gasped, her head snapping up with a wide-eyed look as the cock knob plowed its way into the clutching embrace of her slippery rectum. Brooke stopped, her jaw dropping in amazement as her mother’s rectal gateway trembled, the crinkled fleshy opening nipping like a hungry little mouth at the embedded cock shaft.

With an experimental surge of her hips, Brooke pressed forward. Morgan dropped her head and sobbed into the pillow as she rolled her hips up and back to meet her daughter’s anal fuck thrust. Half of the rubber cock eased into that hot slippery shitter, gaining girth as it progressed.

“Go slow, Baby,” Morgan urged, savoring the burning friction that was building in her bowels. Brooke pulled back an inch or so and then thrust forward, neither slow nor gentle. Numerous inches of hard strapon cock plowed relentlessly into Morgan’s rectum. With a satisfied smile on her face, Brooke heard her mother stifle a lustful shriek into the pillow.

Panting, Morgan turned her head to the side, eyes glazed and a trickle of drool trailing from her slack lips. “Fuck me…” she murmured, “Fuck Mommy’s ass like a dirty whore…”

Brooke swiveled her hips back, withdrawing the cock shaft until only the flared head remained trapped in the clutching embrace of her mother’s ass. Morgan’s rectal pucker bulged as the tip of the slippery prick threatened to pop free. She could sense what was coming. She turned her face back downward, tensing as she bit into the pillow.

“You want it?” Brooke teased. Morgan squirmed, nodding, waiting.

“You want it all?” Brooke demanded. Morgan’s hips flinched in anticipation.

“Tell me you want it hard and deep, up your little whore ass,” Brooke hissed.

“I do…” Morgan breathed, honestly admitting. “Right up my little whore ass.”

“Tell me you want it to hurt,” Brooke demanded with a grin.

“Please…” Morgan begged in a whisper, “make it hurt… all the way in…”

With a grunt, Brooke lunged. Morgan howled, teeth clenching down onto the pillow as that firm rubber strapon cock hammered into her aching shitter. Every fake vein and bump on the surface of the cock seemed magnified by the highly sensitive nerves in Morgan’s incredibly tight virgin ass. The cock plowed in hard and fast, friction scalding the tender rectal tissues. The cock shaft thickened as it burrowed deep, the clutching grasp of her receptive shit socket slowly bringing it to a halt. A tear of joyful satisfaction trailed down Morgan’s left cheek as she numbly savored the abuse.

Brooke looked down. Eight inches of the thick strapon cock were shanked into her mother’s cute crinkled butthole. Two inches remained. The cute blonde thrust again. Morgan shrieked. A fleshy slap sounded as Brooke’s wet pussy lips smacked up hard against her mother’s quivering rump cheeks. Ten inches of strapon cock were now fully hilted in that snug little asshole, with the other ten inches lovingly embraced in Brooke’s sweet pussy.

Brooke pulled back. A wet sucking noise arose. Morgan’s pussy trembled, dripping juices in a steady trickle. The girl leaned down over her mother’s back, lips nuzzling at Morgan’s neck as she slowly spiked the full length of the cock shaft back into the eager rectal fuck tunnel. Morgan purred, churning her hips in a lazy circle. The rubber shaft bottomed out and mother and daughter clung together, lost in the moment of the loving embrace.

Unnoticed, canine paws padded on the carpet into the living room. Tucker paused, his head tilted sideways in confusion, finding Morgan and Brooke on the floor, locked together and squirming in an unusual position. Brooke’s hips drew back and thrust forward. Morgan groaned. “Harder,” she begged. Brooke was happy to comply on the next lunge, forcing a lustful grunt from Morgan’s lips. The Irish Setter sniffed the air. The heady scent of wet cunt was overpowering. The canine wasn’t sure what was going on between mother and daughter, but it was impossible to ignore the fact that the cute little blonde on top of the wriggling pile of female flesh was positioned in an almost ideal position for mounting. The hem of her short skirt rode up high, exposing the lower half of her naked ass cheeks. The Irish Setter didn’t have a human appreciation of the female form, but he sensed that somewhere within those fleshy haunches was a pussy that needed his attention. Tucker’s cock slipped from its sheath and began to swell in response. He laid his ears back and hunkered down low, stalking in a stealthy approach, using the furniture for cover.

Brooke rewarded her mother with another punishing full length stroke of the strapon cock, plowing into Morgan’s slippery anus. That lustful rectal fuck tunnel had given up all pretense of resistance and simply took every inch, hard and deep. Morgan’s hips bucked, meeting Brooke’s driving thrust with an eager response. Pussy flesh slapped once again on quivering naked ass cheeks and Brooke held the prick fully embedded, churning her hips in a lecherous circular motion.

“You like it?” Brooke teased. “Tell me you like it when I stuff it in deep.”

Morgan gasped in humiliation. “I… I do…” she whispered, blushing crimson.

Suddenly both Brooke and Morgan grunted in surprise as eighty pounds of Irish Setter came down heavy on Brooke’s back. Tucker thrust his furry haunches, driving nine inches of thick, throbbing dog cock forward blindly. The canine prick powered between Brooke’s naked thighs and found the ruffled, fleshy lips of her twat. The Irish Setter pushed, but found his entry blocked. The massive girth of the strapon cock had Brooke’s snug, juicy snatch filled to the brim. Tucker strained, trying to force his way in, but the overstretched little twat wasn’t prepared to handle two pricks at once. Frustrated and confused, the dog pulled back and thrust again, trying lower this time. His quivering fleshy cock skimmed between Brooke’s silky thighs, providing some stimulation but no real satisfaction.

Tucker jostled on Brooke’s back, locking his front paws around her ribcage and widening the stance on his rear legs. He pulled back and his furry, muscular haunches flexed, driving his hard cock forward. The tip of his prick pressed into the crack of Brooke’s jiggling rump cheeks, skittered up and down, then zeroed in on the inviting dimple of her anus. The tip of his cock locked into place — a perfect fit! The excited canine frantically began to hump, hard, rapid thrusts hammering his prick against the virgin resistance of Brooke’s hot little sphincter. The crinkled flesh protecting the girl’s rectal portal began to pucker back and forth, responding to the fleshy stimulation of Tucker’s hot, stabbing cock.

“What’s happening?” Morgan inquired with alarm, turning her head right and left in a futile attempt to look behind her.

“It’s… Tucker…” Brooke replied, breathlessly, pausing to groan as she sensuously rolled her hips. The fully embedded rubber cock churned in her cunt and Morgan’s asshole, and the Irish Setter’s dripping wet cock tip ground ever so delightfully against her tightly clenched rectum. “Tucker’s trying to stick his big doggy dick up my butt!”

“Tucker! STOP! Bad dog!” Morgan chastised, hopelessly pinned at the bottom of the squirming pile of female and canine flesh.

“NO! Good dog! Very good doggy!” Brooke countermanded. She moaned and closed her eyes, drawing back on her hips to roll her ass upward into a more accommodating position for the frantically thrusting canine. The Irish Setter cinched down tight with his front paws around Brooke’s ribcage, causing her to gasp for breath. He lunged hard, back paws scrambling on the carpet for added traction. The instinctive resistance of the girl’s clenched rectal pucker began to give way as she willed it to relax. She whimpered as the hot tip of Tucker’s cock managed to leverage a slight opening. The tip slipped in and it was all over after that. With a long, slow stroke, nine inches of powerful doggy cock drove like a fleshy piston into the depths of her bowels. The prick throbbed, every inch pulsing in time with Tucker’s beating heart.

Like her mother, the first stoke of a hard cock up the ass made the girl an eager convert to the pleasures of anal penetration. Brooke sighed and rested her body weight down on her mother’s back, spreading her legs wider in gleeful anticipation.

The Irish Setter drew back, paused, then exploded forward. Brooke grunted, taking the savage anal fuck thrust with enthusiasm. Her hips were driven forward, spiking the strapon dildo back full-depth into her mother’s ass. Straining, Brooke pressed back with her hips, carrying Tucker with her. She reversed the motion with a hard lunge, hammering the strapon cock home to the hilt in Morgan’s anus. The forward motion pulled Tucker’s prick almost entirely from Brooke’s shitter, but the nimble canine wasted little time in rectifying the situation. Muscles contracted under his furry haunches and he brutally speared his rigid cock shaft into Brooke’s vulnerable little shitter. The girl’s firm rump cheeks quivered under the punishing impact. The powerful jolt transmitted through the girl and Morgan groaned as the strapon was pressed even deeper into her bowels.

Tucker took control. With an animalistic energy that neither mother nor daughter could match, the beast became a blur of reciprocating motion. He pounded Brooke’s little shitter like a jackhammer. The girl could only stutter a series of unintelligible grunts in response “Uh! Uh! Uh!” But her hips told the true tale, bucking frantically in a desperate attempt to meet every one of Tucker’s anus-plundering fuck strokes with an eager motion in return. Each of the canine’s savage thrusts hammered in, full depth, his muscular haunches impacting Brooke’s jiggling rump cheeks with a meaty “smack!” Every hard jolt drove Brooke’s trim hips forward, creating a forceful lunge that spiked the strapon dildo deep into Morgan’s anus, a perfectly synchronized choreography of mother – daughter – Irish Setter anal plunder.

A sheen of sweat arose on Brooke’s heaving body and her short skirt had ridden up to her midriff, leaving her bare bottom fully exposed. Her tussled hair had come undone from her ponytail, spilling haphazardly across her face. She looked every bit like the heroine in Brooke’s lurid pirate novel, after being passed around for use and abuse by thirty pirates.

Underneath her daughter, Morgan looked similarly worse for wear, fully packed — front and back — with a football jammed up the twat and a monster strapon dildo relentless pounding her puckered asshole.

Tucker thrust deep into Brooke’s quivering bowels and held himself deeply embedded. The girl’s anal tract rippled, muscular contractions clamping down and instinctively milking the huge, throbbing canine cock. Brooke squealed in alarm. “He’s putting something else in me!” she cried, frantically attempting to buck the heavy Irish Setter off her back. Her efforts were to no avail.

Pinned underneath her daughter, Morgan could offer no assistance. She knew the Irish Setter’s cock knot was beginning to swell, locking his prick in place for the grand finale. Her cunt and asshole trembled as she imagined the sensation her daughter must be feeling. Tucker was a large dog. His cock knot could swell up to the size of a grapefruit. Jammed up Brooke’s tight but no longer virgin shitter, the intense stretching must be delightfully unbearable.

Brooke shrieked, then collapsed on her mother’s back, sobbing. Then, slowly, she began to grind her hips, stirring new life into the massive dildo spanning from her cunt into her mother’s ass. Tucker clenched down tight with his front paws around Brook’s ribs and resumed his relentless thrusting. With his cock knot fully swollen, his range of motion was limited to a few scant inches. He drew back. Brooke’s puckered little anus flared alarmingly and she squeezed down, desperately trying to expel the massive fleshy plug. But eons of evolution could not be overcome. Tucker was knotted up tight, and wasn’t going anywhere until he pumped a hot load of cum into the girl’s hot little shit box. The muscular canine slammed back home. Brooke’s plaintiff sobbing tapered off, replaced by enthusiastic grunts of pleasure. Tucker’s furry haunches pressed Brooke’s perky little ass cheeks flat as he burrowed in deep. Then he short-stroked back and launched into a relentless, frantic hammering of the girl’s sweet clutching shitter.

Brooke’s teeth clattered with the canine’s machine-like pummeling. She lay on Morgan’s back, gasping as her hips thrashed. A gush of vaginal juices oozed from her cunt, trailing along the short path of exposed dildo before the hot, syrupy flow seeped into her mother’s receptive asshole.

Brooked flinched, crying out in surprise. Morgan knew that could mean only one thing. Tucker was blowing a massive load of hot dog cum into the depths of her daughter’s ass. The canine howled and bucked savagely. Brooke mewled and squirmed as another scalding cascade of doggy sperm lathered up her rectal tract.

The mental image of her daughter’s sweet little shitter taking foaming fountains of Tucker’s churning sperm was more than Morgan could endure. Her pussy twitched. Her steamy bowels constricted, clamping down tight on Brooke’s jiggling strapon cock, drawing it deeper into her lustful depths. She squealed into the pillow and her cunt contracted with a violent orgasm. Her hips bucked and her twat convulsed again, pain and pleasure blurring as a multitude of muscles cramped in ecstasy.

The football in her twat shifted. Tucker thrust again, scrambling for purchase on Brooke’s backside as his huge nutsack constricted and delivered another foaming load of cum up the girl’s ass. Brooke giggled, almost mindless now and bucked her hips. The strapon dildo responded, grinding sensuously along the tender tissues of Morgan’s convulsing rectal tract. The motion spiraled her orgasm to greater intensity. Panting feverishly, she arched her back and screamed. Her cunt clamped down, her entire body trembling. The football squeezed lower, nosing its way out of her spreading pussy lips. Another orgasmic contraction hit. Pain flared in Morgan’s abused little twat as the girth of the football stretched her to her limits. Suddenly, with a wet “splorch!” the glistening leather ball popped free, tumbling to the carpet between her legs. Morgan gasped with relief, panting. Vaginal juices poured from her gaping twat lips, soaking the carpet with a savory, spreading stain. Her hips bucked again and her thighs quivered, threatening to collapse beneath her. Another orgasmic ripple shuddered through her, tapering in intensity. Morgan’s chest heaved as she desperately sucked for air. Although relieved to finally be rid of the awkwardly embedded football, she felt a sense of longing, as if she were suddenly incomplete.

On her back, Brooke simply lay there, twitching as the faltering remnants of her orgasmic fit shuddered through her lithe body. And on top of her, Tucker panted, tongue lolling out on one side of his jowls, a very satisfied expression on his canine snout. He settled in for the long wait as his huge cock knot wasn’t going to shrink until it was assured that every last drip and spurt of canine cum was safely planted deep inside his lusty little bitch. He jostled his rear legs, giving an experimental tug on his cock knot. Brooke groaned as he rectal gateway bulged. The attempt was futile and that huge cock wasn’t going anywhere. Sides heaving, the Irish Setter settled back down onto the girl’s back. The process of releasing her from his enormous cock knot could take up to an hour. He looked around, pleased as punch, happy to wait it out.

Untold minutes on the grandfather clock ticked by. Every so often, Tucker would make another half-hearted attempt to dismount his bitch. But her tight little asshole maintained a firm and loving grip. Finally, with a wet slurp, the Irish Setter managed to drag his shrinking cock knot from her clutching rectum. Her well fucked little shitter gaped, draining. Straining aching muscles, Brooke struggled to rise, pulling the massive strapon dildo from her mother’s bunghole. Fiddling with the leather straps, Brooke finally managed to dislodge the other end of the double dildo from her snug little pussy, dropping the dripping wet rubbery shaft onto the floor and collapsing onto the couch as she massaged some feeling back into her shapely legs.

Morgan sat on the floor, a Mona Lisa look of contentment on her face, watching her daughter with an adoring look. Absentmindedly, Morgan fiddled with the football, slowly rolling it from hand to hand. Brooke smiled down at her mother, then gestured in the direction of the ball. “My turn…” she announced, spreading her alluring legs on the couch, offering her mother a shameless view of her naked pussy.

“Oh, Brooke, I don’t know…” Morgan protested, convinced that her petite daughter’s tight little snatch was about to bite off more than it could chew. A look of determination crossed the girl’s expression.

Morgan sighed with resignation. “You’re going to fuck the football if I’m here to help or not, aren’t you?”

Brooke grinned and nodded, knowing the argument was over before it started. With trepidation, her mother scooted over to the couch, taking up a position between her daughter’s invitingly spread legs and positioning the football nose-in towards the girl’s juicy cunt. Reluctant thoughts faded as she got a close-up view of that juicy little fuck slot. Brooke scooted her naked ass to the edge of the couch. Morgan took a deep breath… licked her lips with anticipation… and slowly began to push… NFL leather nosed up against snug against resisting twat lips and the daunting contest of football versus fuck slot was once again on.

…A girlish squeal of excitement roused the Irish Setter from his dozing nap. Immediately alert, he perked up, sensing renewed excitement in the air. He glanced with interest from Morgan, to Brooke, then to the football in the preliminary stage of being stuffed into Brooke’s naughty little snatch. Morgan knelt in front of the couch, focused on her efforts between her daughter’s legs. Her naked rump bobbed enticingly back and forth, drawing the canine’s eye. He sniffed, finding a pleasant, alluring scent of steamy pussy wafting by. His prick responded, slipping from its sheath and swelling into an erection.

The canine knew he hadn’t yet worked out all the puzzle pieces. But he had learned this: When the football was in play, and the clothes came off, then the odds were pretty good that your buddy Tucker was going to pack his meaty puppy pecker into one of those puckered female assholes. And that… that my friends… is a far better doggy game than “fetch”.

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A young professional woman submits to her boss and mentor discovering her submissive lesbian desires.

The grueling, exhilarating, trip of a lifetime continued with no end in sight. I toured the European offices of LVMH with their Vice President of Human resources, Mr. Renaud. He had become rather fun to be with despite being a handsy old letch at times. He really was quite harmless and easy to manipulate with a wink and a smile and some harmless flirting.

A two-orgasm phone sex morning with Cynthia was the perfect start to my day. After packing up my cum soaked panties in an envelope. I had the bellman ship them priority air to Cynthia in New York before Maurice and Russel took me on the tour of Venice. We spent most of the day with our own private gondola that took us around the canals. The captain even joined us for lunch and dinner at some remarkable family restaurants he knew well. They took us into the kitchen to see the meals being prepared and told us about the history of Venice and the history of their restaurants. The hospitality was incredible.

It was a remarkable tour and memorable day. That being said I could not wait to get back to the room to connect with Stacey and see how the meeting with Cynthia went and find out more about the job opportunity. I was pleasantly surprised when she answered. It was midnight my time and 6:00PM in New York.

“Lecia! How are you! It’s so good to hear your voice. God, I’ve missed you!” She said excitedly.

“OMG, I’m so glad you answered. Are you able to talk?” I replied hoping we could talk a while.

“Yep, Saturday night and no plans. Story of my life, I’ve got all night.” She said sarcastically.

“Great! Can we video chat?”

“Sure…”

“Great, I’m calling now.” I interrupted.

Her face popped onto the screen and her hair color gripped me immediately. “OMG, I love your hair.” I said excitedly.

It was a vibrant burgundy shade in sharp contrast to her very dark brown natural color. Her pale white skin, against the red tinted hair that hung to her shoulders was a stunning contrast from the last time I had seen her.

I was taken aback by her stunning… beauty. It was hard to find the right term. It was as if I was seeing her for the first time. My body tingled in a scary way, as the sight of my best friend made my heart race. I tried to collect my thoughts… Was this a side effect of my obsession with Cynthia? Was I completely and totally gay?

Her eyes seemed more intensely blue than ever before. She had black eye liner on thicker than normal. It seemed to make them pop. She had bright red lipstick that drew my eyes to her subtle sweet smile. Her oval face seemed flawless and I noticed her little round button nose was in major contrast to Cynthia’s sharp narrower nose. Her cheeks were subtle and curved, her eye big and bright and her chin was gently rounded, highlighting her, understated beauty.

“Thanks! I can see you now. I’m hanging up the phone.” she said smiling. I did the same.

“That color’s perfect for you!” I said emphatically. “So, tell me about the meeting with Cynthia. What was the job opportunity? What…”

“You won’t believe it!” She cut in. “I have an interview with the fucking Yankees!”

“What?” My heart raced with excitement.

“I can’t believe it! I no sooner let the words out of my mouth that I was more interested in marketing than finance, when she grabbed my hand and silenced me. Then her eye’s went big and she said, “I was just talking with a friend from the Yankees yesterday.” I told her, I loved the Yankees and she asked if I would be interested in working for them. I screamed, hell yes. The next thing I knew she was dialing the phone. She spoke to their VP of Marketing and got me an interview Tuesday for an entry level slot in fan relations!”

“Holy crap Stacey, that’s amazing! She knows everyone! Are you excited? You’ll do great. Talk about dream jobs!” I decided I better tone it down or she might get a little overwhelmed by it all.

“Excited, terrified, ecstatic, shitting my pants. I’m off the rails Lecia.” She said stressed.

“Believe me, I know the feeling. I’ve been through it.” I said calmly. “I am completely free. Tomorrow I am laying on the beach and doing nothing. I can spend all night helping you prep…”

“That would be great. You have such a way of looking at things and seeing the big picture. I need that for this interview.” I could sense her calming down already.

We spent the next few hours researching the Yankees, ticket sales, TV revenues, brand recognition and everything else we could think of. I even took a look at major league baseball as a whole. We confirmed a lot of what we already knew, but it was apparent, baseball in general needed to grow in the younger demographics and we spent time brain storming ideas to do that.

We looked at their social media footprint and made a list of potential ideas to expand their presence in the younger demographic groups. We both felt great about her ability to connect and had her armed with considerable data and insight to impress them on Tuesday.

As we continued to talk, I found myself mesmerized by her face. She had on black headphones that contrasted with her burgundy hair and made her all the more cute.

I was so glad we video chatted. It is so much more personal than talking on the phone. I felt so much more connected.

When the conversation turned to my career, it was a relief to vent all the anxiety and excitement I had been going through, while seeing her face and the genuine happiness that I was living my dream. As the conversation turned to Cynthia, I was overcome by the urge to come clean about my relationship with my new boss.

“Stacey, something has developed between Cynthia and me that I need to share with you. I hope this won’t affect anything between us or you won’t think any less of me, but…” I hesitated.

“You two are pursuing a personal relationship.” She said with a knowing grin.

“Is it that obvious?” I asked relieved she was at least smiling.

“Honestly, I just thought you were excited about working for your idol. It became apparent, when I saw her face talking about you Friday night, she clearly had feelings for you. I never imagined you were attracted to women…”

“Me neither!” I said emphatically. “I have never thought that way before. In hindsight, I have looked at women and thought “Damn, she’s beautiful, and been jealous that they look that good. But I never thought of romantically pursuing anyone. Oh God this is awkward…”

“It’s Ok, Alecia. It doesn’t change our friendship.” She hesitated and looked uncomfortable. “Frankly it will make me less worried about you stealing a boyfriend…”

“Stacey, I would never…”

“I’m not accusing you. It’s just you are the smartest most confident, hottest person I know. You are so oblivious to the eyes on you when we are out together. I’ve always been jealous of you.” She said almost looking sad.

“That’s so funny. I’ve always been jealous of you. You are so relaxed and fun to be around, and I’m always the stiff proper little bitch. Are you ok Stacey? You look kind of disappointed.”

She thought for a second and smiled. “I’m not disappointed at all. If this is what you want, I’m happy for you. But I just want you to be careful Lecia. She seems great and I am so forever grateful for the opportunity she’s given me. I hate to harp on the “buts,” but you need to understand that most people that get to the position of power and influence she has, have a ruthless side.”

I sat silent looking at her on my screen, thinking about the situation as I had a thousand times already. It really seems too good to be true. As the moment became awkward, she continued.

“I’m sorry if I seem negative, but I love you Alecia. You’re my best friend and I don’t ever want to see you hurt. I’m just saying be careful.” She was clearly searching for the right words and I let her think. “Cynthia has been nothing but great to both of us. I mean, she got me an interview with the Yankee’s with just a phone call. They don’t know me, she doesn’t know me, but trusts you enough to arrange it just from your endorsement. Clearly, she trusts you and clearly, she is crazy about you, but what if that turns or she somehow gets hurt by you. I just want you to be your normal diligent self and not let emotion get in the way of reason.” She said looking at me sincerely.

“Believe me, I have gone around and round in my head a thousand times. I am being cautious and taking it slow.” She looked at me skeptically. “This is all new and nothing I had ever imagined. I can tell you we are keeping it above board and have a signed document with the company stating our mutual intent for pursuing a relationship and our commitment to follow company guidelines and rules regarding personal relationships.”

She looked stunned. “Wow, so you two are serious?”

“Serious in the sense of keeping it professional first. This new for both of us and we are mutually exploring these new feelings.”

“Well that’s good. Clearly you both have thought about it. Honestly, she seems fabulous. I felt like she was genuinely interested in me when we interviewed and after, she seemed to genuinely be interested in knowing more about me and my family. It was a pleasant surprise that someone that successful seems genuinely nice.”

“That’s so true. She has been consistent in her concern for others. She even helped one of the housekeepers at a hotel she frequents get medical assistance and covered some of the cost…”

“That’s amazing. It sounds like she is the real deal. Not to mention she is gorgeous and smells good. I think you’ve done good!” She said grinning.

“I don’t know what it is but her perfume does get your attention and she is in better shape than me, that’s for sure.”

“Don’t you sell yourself short Alecia. You are a beautiful sexy lady. Anyone, man or woman would be lucky to have you. It’s late and I gotta get up early tomorrow. My niece is being christened and it’s in Riverhead, so we have a drive. Sorry to keep you up all night! But I am so grateful for your help. I really feel ready for this interview. Thanks, so much for introducing me to Cynthia. I can’t believe I’m talking to the Yankees! I Love you Lecia.” She looked down like a shy schoolgirl.

“I love you too Stacey. I know you’re gonna do great! How ’bout them Yankees!”

She smiled and disconnected.

It was 6:30 AM and the sun was rising again. We had talked for six- and one-half hours and it just flew by. I had not changed from last night, so I just grabbed a bag, stopped at the gift shop for drinks and snacks and took a cab to the beach. I put on my bikini in the restroom and had the beach almost completely to myself. I spread SPF 80 lotion wherever I could reach and asked an elderly gentleman to do my back. I made his day, I could tell. Then, I grabbed my tablet and read an e-book for about 5 minutes before falling fast asleep laying on my stomach.

I awoke at 11:17AM, the sun was warm, and the beach was hopping. I could not believe I slept that soundly. I looked at the back of my legs and they thankfully did not seem burned. I quickly rolled over and exposed my front to the sun. I did like the way I looked in the white Dior bikini. I sat up on my elbows and drank in the beautiful blue ocean waters and the European scenery. I really was living the dream.

I began watching the people and listening to Italian as they spoke. It really did sound like a “romance” language. As I watched, I found myself more and more drawn to the curves and shapes of the female bodies.

Two young ladies walked by topless, their breasts gently swaying as they walked. They seemed so free and confident. It was remarkably sexy, and I found myself feeling a warmth in my pussy as I watched. When they walked by, I saw they were both wearing thongs, exposing their golden-brown buns. The sight of Cynthia’s magic diamond as she laid nude before me came to the forefront of my mind.

I recalled making myself cum on her patio dreaming of spreading her firm little ass and tonging her warm sweaty pussy with my nose between her cheeks. I could feel my wetness grow as I imagined peeling off those thongs and fucking both of those hot young ladies on my hotel patio next to the pool.

As they passed, a gorgeous black woman in a red bikini, walked the other way. Her tits were full and shapely. Her nipples covered by tiny little red triangles of cloth. Her curves were memorizing, but when she got directly in front of me, the silhouette of her ass hooked me. The semi thong exposed her dark glistening globes bursting from the bright red material.

I mindlessly stood up and followed as she walked the shoreline. I was not oblivious to the hypocrisy of thinking Mr. Renaud an old letch for ogling women and here I was marching behind a gorgeous round ass on the beach. Much like Cynthia’s, this unknow woman’s ass was perfectly fit, with round bulbous buns that clenched and relaxed with each step. My pussy was growing wetter and warmer with each bounce.

I wanted to drop to my knees and nibble those warm cheeks and kiss them gently as I pulled off the bright red bikini. I wanted to explore the beautiful ebony body in front of me with no cares of who was watching.

Suddenly a small child slammed into my legs nearly knocking me over as he bounced off and fell. He rolled up onto his feet and kept running on into the water as if nothing had happened.

I stood there stunned. I knew working for Cynthia Liebert was going to change my life. But never imagined it would have nothing to do with work. I seemed to have zero control. My body was a raging storm of sexual energy with no end in sight. I watched the black beauty walk away trying to get control of myself. I turned to go back to my lounge so I could plant myself, read a book and act like a normal person.

As I started to walk, I glanced down and noticed a quarter sized wet spot peeking through the front of my bikini. I walked waste deep into the Adriatic, hopefully before anyone else noticed the effects of my lustful obsessions.

I reached my lounge chair and tried to focus on reading a good romance novel. The beach was packed with people. So many men in speedos… Though I did find many of them attractive, I could not stop observing the shapes of the women in a new light. I soon put down my book and watch the ladies. For the first time in my life I understood the one track minds of young men.

Next to me was a group of college age girls. There were nine of them. The closest was a tall skinny olive-skinned girl in a leopard thong. Her small little buns were like a magnet to my eyes. I tried not to stare but I couldn’t help thinking about touching and kissing and nibbling…

Next to her was a shapely red head with long flowing hair that hung nearly to her ass. She wore a black full bikini that fit her perfectly. I wanted to feel that hair hanging down over me as she made love to me. She was fair skinned and freckled with much thicker arms and legs but still very shapely.

Next to her a short wide-bodied brunette sat up with her arms extended behind her propping her up as she looked at the emerald colored water. The breeze blew her hair and she shook her head letting it flow behind her. Her ample breasts protruded from her floral bikini top that strained to hold them in. She had a slight roll of fat on her belly, but I found it uniquely sexy.

After her, there were six more varying shapes and sizes lying face down and buns up. It was like a buffet of buns and I want to sample them all. My eyes ran from one to the next picturing them naked and exploring their bodies one by one.

When I felt awkward from staring, I would look elsewhere on the beach but kept finding a new female shape in the crowd the caught my imagination. I never finished a page in my book but had a completely relaxing day at the beach. I hardly thought of work but had to take several dips in the ocean to mask my excitement.

Somewhat surprisingly I did feel refreshed at the end of the day. It was liberating to let my fantasies run wild for the day. So many women I had fantasized over. I wondered how they would have responded if they could read my thoughts.

Back at the hotel, I needed to take a shower and freshen up for a late dinner. The all-nighter was starting to catch up to me despite the lengthy nap on the beach. I dared not have a cocktail or sleep would overtake me. I thought of a pick me up that might do the trick. I went to my bag and pulled out Cynthia’s silver bullet. I could not believe I actually stole it from her, but it was forever linked in my mind to the first night in her house.

I recalled how sexy it was watching that gorgeous ass rise up as she offered her hot wet pussy for me to pleasure with it. I quickly ran to the shower and turned it on. I flung the coverup and bikini aside as I stepped in the shower. The magic diamond image flashed in my head and I turned the silver bullet on. I touched it to my clit envisioning her fucking the dildo with her face buried in the pillow.

I had never seen anyone cum so hard from my efforts. I’ve had many a boy blow their load in seconds but that was her second orgasm in just a few minutes, that beautiful ass thrusting up to meet my penetration. I had leaned against the back wall of the shower. With my feet in front of the bench, legs spread wide, letting the little vibrator tip work its magic

An orgasm quickly approached as the vision of her wet labia, fucking the silver dildo played in my head. My knees weekend and I slid down the wall until my ass rested on the bench.

“Oh fuck, Ms. Cynthia, please let me suck your pussy. Aahhhh!” I squealed. I wanna taste your cum again. I slowly flexed my hips rubbing the vibrating toy against my hungry clit. “Feels so good. I’m fucking cumming already. Oh yes! Yes! Yes!” I shook uncontrollably as I came.

When my orgasm passed, I slid the dildo inside me, working it slowly in and out, thinking of the sights of the day. Stacey’s, red hair and bright lipstick. “OMG you’re lusting after your best friend.” I thought to myself.

I pictured that gorgeous ebony ass in the red bikini as the little silver devil vibrated inside me. I pealed back the red bottoms revealing her dark ass and tuft of hair peeking out between her legs. I imagined kissing her cheeks as I knelt before her. I shifted the dildo to my left hand and began to rub my clit with my right.

My mind bounced from her perfect ass to the bun buffet that was next to me on the beach, I kissed and nibbled them one by one down the line. Then the thought of the beautiful red head straddling me and showering me in her long flowing hair as she leaned down and kissed me passionately.

My fingers picked up the pace and the vibrator continued sliding in and out. The images flashed in my head. The Diamond between Cynthia’s legs, Stacey’s intensely blue eyes and bright red lipstick, the black ass, the bun buffet, the flowing red hair, and back through the cycle.

“Oh God, I’m gonna cum again!” I squealed.

Once again, I was filled with obsessive thoughts that pushed all reason away. I surrendered completely to my newfound lust. The images flashed through my head and my fingers pressed in rapid little circle on my clit with the silver vibrator buzzing inside me.

I pictured nibbling the smooth black ass, feeling the red heads tongue probing my mouth as our naked bodies intertwined. Laying back as the group of college girls kissed my body everywhere. Looking into Stacey’s eyes as I kissed her soft red lips. Thrusting my tongue into the magic diamond between Cynthia’s legs and tasting her warm wet pussy as I squeezed those firm hot buns

“Ohhhh Fuuuuuccckkkkkk, I’m cumming for you Cynthia!”

I wailed away with my fingers, as my body shuttered to a convulsive climax. “Oh God you make me so crazy! Aaaahhhh! Aaaaaahhhhh! Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh! Ffffffuuuuuuuucccckkkkkk!”

After the second orgasm, I removed the silver bullet and slid it into my mouth savoring the bittersweet taste of my own cum. I wondered if I would ever get the chance to taste Cynthia’s shaved little cunt. The torture would have to continue a while longer, as our schedules seemed overfilled and did not show us crossing paths anytime soon. I wondered how many more times I could possibly masturbate between now and then. There seemed to be no end to my desires.

I showered and decided room service for dinner. I sent my apologies to Maurice and Russel and told them I would see them for breakfast bright and early. I had dinner and video chatted with Stacey. She was at my apartment. She wanted to spend Monday prepping for her interview and needed a place she could focus.

“I packed three different skirt suits to choose from but forgot pajamas. I hope you don’t mind I borrowed some of yours.” She said standing up and twirling in a cotton night shirt with Gordon Gecko from the movie Wall Street on the front.

“Not my Gordon Gecko! If anything happens to that…”

“Relax, Lecia. I’ll take good care of him.” She said rubbing his head and her tits at the same time.

She had her hair in a ponytail and no lipstick, highlighting her round face and clear pale skin. Honestly, her fuller curvier figure filled out the night shirt better than I did.

“What the hell Stacey, it’s only 6:00 PM and there and you are ready for bed!” I said realizing it was midnight for me and I had a full day tomorrow.

“Well you know I have no life.” She said smiling. “But seriously, I gotta say I am enjoying my own space. Even though it’s your own space, it gets a little old living with Mom and Dad. I hope you don’t mind me using the place for a couple days. I’m gonna hallmark channel in my jammies and spend the day tomorrow prepping for Tuesday. Interviewing at Yankee Fucking Stadium!”

“You can use it any time Stacey. In fact, if you get the job, I have an extra bedroom…”

“Are you serious?” She smiled and her face lit up!

“Something to consider. Roommates again!”

“Absolutely! I’d love it. I didn’t think you would want a roomie anymore. But, let’s not jinx it. I haven’t even interviewed yet.”

“You’re right. One thing at a time. You got this Stacey. I know it. I like your plan. Clear your head tonight, lock in tomorrow and knock em dead on Tuesday. Who are the Yankees playing today.” I asked clueless.

They played the Indians this afternoon and won 2-1. They finish off the series tomorrow night, before Boston comes to town Tuesday. I’ll be watching from the team box, I’m sure.” She responded excitedly. “Any idea when you’ll be back in town? I miss you Lecia.”

“I’m hoping a couple weeks. I finish the Europe swing tomorrow and head to Asia Tuesday. Then we’ll be 12 hours apart basically for a week and a half, then I should get a week at home.” It seemed like a long way off.

“Will you get to see Cynthia?”

It’s not looking good. She is scheduled to be, you guessed it, In Europe that week.” I said disappointed.

“That’s gotta be tough… And lonely… And frustrating.” She said.

Totally without thought I blurted. “Tell me about it I just rubbed myself off twice in the shower!” My face reddened as my words bounced inside my brain. “TMI! Shit, I can’t believe I just said that out loud!”

“What a horny little slut you’ve turned into!” She said half smiling, half traumatized by the subject matter.

My heart raced as an awkward silence ensued. The look on my face was one of terror. What are the odds she would use that phrase? Did Cynthia somehow tell her that? My head was spinning, and I was speechless.

“I was kidding Lecia! I had to take care of business many times with Steve being at Penn State and me at IU. A girl has needs too.” She replied trying to reestablish the conversation.

“I thought I heard your bed squeaking a few nights,” I replied trying to put some levity to the subject but not really hitting the mark. “A subject for another day. I have a big day tomorrow and need to get to sleep.”

“That’s right. I lose all track of time talking to you. Love you Lecia. Talk to you soon.”

“Love you too,” I said smiling.

I thought I detected a hint of sadness in her face before we disconnected. I lay there thinking about the video call, and how sexy she looked in my nightie. And how monumentally bad of an idea it would be think about Stacey in that way. Luckily, I was able to fall asleep and break that cycle of thoughts.

Tuesday at noon NY time, midnight in Shanghai, I called Stacey and not surprisingly, she did not answer. “I just wanted to try you before going to sleep. I’m glad you’re busy. That’s a good sign, I’m sure.”

At 6:00AM I got a video call. She was in a bathroom stall, it turned out, inside Yankee stadium.

“I got the job!” she said grinning ear to ear.

She had her hair pulled back in a ponytail wearing a grey suit jacket and white blouse with black pearls and a subdued lipstick color. Her bright blue eyes smiled with excitement.

We could not talk long, but she let me know it was a role in fan relations starting at $125K with a company car. She too would travel as needed for promotional activities and would be spending a lot of time with their spring training promotions initially which meant travel to Tampa as well as the minor league affiliates, Scranton, Charleston, Trenton, Staten Island and Tampa. She would start next Monday but did get to sneak into the team box for the game that night. That was all I got, and she had to go.

We texted back and forth and arranged for her to move in during my week in New York after the China trip. Given my new pay scale, we could easily afford an upgrade and arranged for moving up to a higher floor and a four-bedroom three bath for only $5000 more a month. It would be available in five months, so I put the first year up front to secure it.

I got back into town on a Friday night and Stacey and I planned the weekend together. We would get her moved on Saturday, have fun and forget about work. She would stay at the apartment Friday and the movers would handle everything on Saturday.

Cynthia had left for Europe two days earlier and would not be back until I left for Australia, the last leg of the LVMH world tour. So much for our “relationship” exploration endeavor. Phone sex twice a week and a daily call where we could get a few moments. She seemed to take it in stride but, if I did not get to return the favor in person soon, I would surely be a lifetime member of the masturbator’s hall of fame.

I even rubbed it out on the flight to Hong Kong after I recalled my masturbation session on the flight with Cynthia. When she told me, she had been listening outside the door, it made it that much more exciting. So, in an attempt to recreate the magic mile high club moment, I did it on this flight. Hopefully Maurice and Russel weren’t listening.

I got back to New York on a Friday night around 10:00PM and arrived at my apartment a little before 11:00. God, I loved private air travel. You land, take your bags, and bam into a cab and on your way.

Ghalib was excited to get my text and greeted me at the airfield. I gave him the quick rundown and he tried to be happy for me, but I could sense disappointment that I would be too big time for him now. I told myself this wasn’t true, and I was not that shallow, but the events of the last two months had had a profound effect on my view of the world. I had to admit, he did not have the same international man of mystery vibe I felt before I left for Europe.

I had him pull over and got some wine, to take home. Stacey was waiting for me and we were to go out on the town, but I was just too exhausted and thought some wine and some chick flicks might lessen her disappointment.

Ghalib helped me get my bags to the bellman and I gave him a hundred-dollar tip.

“Are you available tomorrow afternoon Ghalib? We will be moving my bestie in and will need a ride for a shopping day while the movers do their thing.” I said smiling.

He perked up and said, “At your service Ms. Carmichael. What time do you think?”

“Let’s plan on 11:00AM. I would like to sleep in a little. I’ll text you for sure in the morning.”

“Great, see you tomorrow.” He smiled that handsome confident smile that attracted me to him on that first day in New York.

Stacey was a little disappointed but, wine and movies was a good compromise. I wanted nothing more than to put on some PJ’s and relax. I saw my pajama tank that Cynthia wore during our first phone session in the clothes basket in my closet. I picked it up and breathed in the hypnotic scent of Cynthia’s perfume.

The all too familiar warmth between my legs returned as I closed my eyes and breathed her in. I shuffled through hoping to find the pink thong she wore, but she really did take them. I found a pair of pink panties in my drawer to substitute. I thought of calling Cynthia and initiating another session, but it would be 6:00AM on a Saturday and I did not want to wake her. instead I sent her a text.

Me: I can smell you on my pajama top. I’m wearing it and thinking of you. I wish you’d left the panties… I miss you terribly.

When I returned to the living room, Stacey was wearing a bright blue spaghetti string silk tank with two-inch white lace trim across the top that dipped down between her breasts. The bottoms had the same white lace trim around the legs of her shorts with a dangling tie string. When she stood, her belly button was exposed just slightly.

With my new found appreciation for the female body, I could not help but notice how different her body was from Cynthia’s but still very sexy. My eyes widened as I took in her image.

Where Cynthia was tall and slender and toned like a statue, Stacey was shorter, curvier and softer. Her belly button was an innie and the little stripe of her smooth pale skin stood in contrast to the bright blue silk but looked shimmering soft as well. I wondered what the skin on her thighs felt like as she turned toward the kitchen. I’ll get the wine and snacks.

As I watched her turn her breasts protruded nicely as they bounced, in unison. Her ass was twice as wide as Cynthia’s but shapely sexy at the same time. I shook my head and broke my gaze. My inner voice yelled out. “She’s your best friend Alecia! Get control of yourself!” I told myself. “You just miss Cynthia. Focus on her and keep your eyes and hands to yourself.”

We flipped on Hallmark and sat facing one another with our knees on the sofa. I brought out a blanket that we shared. That seemed to help, but as we downed the first bottle of wine, I could not break the lock my eyes had on hers. She released the ponytail and let her amber hair down against the pale skin of her shoulders. Her neck looked so soft and smooth, her lips full and damp.

Our knees touched and I pushed ever so slightly forward to keep contact with her warmth. I just listened as she told me all about her job and her travel plans to Florida in the coming weeks. I caught a whiff of her perfume and my thoughts went to leaning in, breathing her in deep as my nose gently brushed her neck before planting soft kisses.

I moved my knee slightly back and she extended her right leg straight out so that her calf pressed against mine that was bent back beneath me. Her skin was warm and soft. I swallowed hard and downed the rest of my wine glass. She quickly refilled me and smiled. My right elbow rested on the back of the sofa and I pushed my upper body away from her and back against the couch as she seemed to be leaning in closer.

I listened as she told me all about the new job, the people she met and her role in the marketing team.

By the end of the second bottle we had tossed the blanket aside, the warmth of the wine had taken over. Beneath her silk top a slight roll of her belly poked through with a slit of her belly button visible as well.

Why was I picturing pulling up her top, tossing it aside, leaning her back on sofa and making love to my best friend? Why did I want to throw caution to the wind and kiss every inch of her? Her lips full and pink screamed for my tongue to press through and kiss her long and hard. I wanted to pull that string on her silk shorts and pull them off her curved hips.

My pussy was warm and wet as I imagined her lips parting, welcoming my tongue as I laid her slowly back, settling on top of her. Her legs stretching and spreading as I lay between them…

My heart raced and I melted into her hypnotic blue eyes. That cute round nose even begged for a kiss. Her voice faded into the background, as her beautiful face surrounded by her glistening amber hair seemed to glow before me.

My breathing was erratic, and my heart pounded in my chest as she leaned in. She was going to kiss me. I closed my eyes and parted my lips as her voice returned me to reality.

“… so grateful for all you’ve done for me. I can never repay you Alecia.”

Her cheek brushed mine as her chin settled on my shoulder and her arms pulled me tight.

“You have been the best friend I could ever ask for. You’ve been a mentor, a sounding board, roomie, employment agency and councilor. I love you Alecia. Thank you so much for everything.”

My eyes opened and the reality of what I nearly did slapped me hard. She was hugging a friend and l was ready to make love to her all night long. How close I had come to ruining everything. Thank God I hesitated, or our friendship would have been forever damaged. I replayed the kiss I gave Cynthia that night in the hotel and how uncomfortable it was when she did not reciprocate.

Her hand caressed my back and I reached around hugging her back and giving a soft friendly tap on the back. “Thank you for bringing some life to this lonely apartment.”

Crushed, disappointed, angry at myself for letting my lust for Cynthia affect my relationship with Stacey, I held the hug for a moment taking in her warmth and thinking about what a great friend she has been. I thought it best to end this evening before it got out of hand, so I stood up and stepped toward the bedroom.

“I am beat,” I said yawning and stretching my arms above my head. “I think I’m just gonna pass out. It has been a looonnnggg day.”

“I bet. Do you have a pillow and blanket? I’ll sleep on the couch.” She said yawning.

“Don’t be silly, you can sleep with me Stacey.” I said without thinking.

That was the last thing I needed to do. Drunk, horny, I already tried to kiss her once and now I was going to lay next to her all night. Brilliant!”

“You need to rest Lecia, I’ll be OK on the couch…”

“Nonsense! Oh my God. I sound like my mother.” I said as I noticed she looked very uncomfortable and was trembling slightly. “We shared a bed plenty of times in college. Don’t worry, I won’t even know you’re there. I’ll be in a coma anyway. Come on Sweetie.” I held out my hand to her.

As her hand reached for mine. I asked myself why I was so insistent. Her hand trembled as she placed it in mine. I felt a tingle of electricity through my body as we touched. I led her to the bedroom, a thousand thoughts all running at once. My throat was dry, my heartbeat like a rabbit’s, I needed to get control of myself.

“Make yourself comfortable, I’ll be back,” I said not looking at her.

I went into the bathroom, closed the door, looked in the mirror and pulled myself together. My hands were shaking, and pussy was warm and engorged with blood, as thoughts of making love to my best friend overwhelmed me. I told myself, “She’s not gay, she’s never even thought that way. You’ll ruin everything!”

I peed, washed my face with cold water, brushed my teeth, regrouped and headed to the bedroom.

She was gone, I assumed to use the other bathroom to get ready for bed. I found myself pacing and nervous, so I climbed into bed to at least pretend to be calm.

After a few moments the door opened, and she peaked in.

“Hey.” I said quietly.

“Are you sure…”

“Yes, get in here silly.” I held the covers back for her.

She slid under the covers on her back and gripped the covers with both hands and brought them to her chin. She looked nervous and uncomfortable which made me wonder, why? Could she be having the same feelings?

“You’re so warm Stacey, like a warm little teddy bear.” I snuggled up to her and brought my knee up over her exposed thighs. Her skin was so smooth. She definitely shaved her legs that day. I placed my right-arm over her stomach enjoying the feel of her silk pajamas against my skin. My left arm was folded under my pillow as I rested my head on it and my chin touched her shoulder.

“I hope I’m not smothering you?” I said as I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feel of her.

She seemed very tense with her hands clenching the comforter and shoved against her chin.

“As long as you’re comfortable.” She laughed and relaxed. “It is kind of nice to have someone to snuggle.”

She rolled on her side to face me and bought her knee up between my legs and slid her arm over mine. We were now facing one another breasts touching legs intertwined and an arm around one another.

I looked into her blue eyes. With her amber hair framing her face, the blue color seemed even more intense.

“Thanks, so much Alecia, you’ve done so much for me, I can never repay you.” She smiled.

Trying to lighten the mood and keep myself from doing something I might regret, I spoke out. “I’m so glad we’re gonna be roomies again! This is awesome.” I hugged her a little tighter and smiled.

I found myself quickly lost in her eyes, as she stared intently into mine. When she brought her hand up and gently caressed my cheek, I felt all control slipping away.

“Seriously Lecia, Thank you so much. If not for you, I would still be unemployed living at my parents. Instead, tomorrow I’m officially moving to Manhattan. I love you so much.”

I wanted to kiss her so badly but dared not risk our friendship with such a reckless move. So, I did the only thing I could think of. I yawned, dangerously close to her face and slowly blinked my eyes a few times, and pretended to drift off to sleep, but could not resist a few gentle strokes of my hand on her back as I feigned sleep.

I thought I could sense her looking at me but dared not open my eyes. One more dose of those blue eyes and cute round nose and I would lose all control. Her hand slowly traced over my exposed shoulder and down my arm, barely touching me. She continued up and down my arm for several minutes.

I laid there hoping she felt the same and would send me a clear signal that she wanted me in the same way. The subtle caress had to be a lover’s touch I thought to myself. But it is just my arm, she could be just comforting a friend as they fell asleep. I so hoped that caress would slide off my arm and to my breasts and continue down to my warmer, wetter regions.

I slowly moved my thumb, back and forth on her back letting her know, I was awake and aware. But the signal never came, and the travel fatigue kicked in. I drifted off to sleep.

I woke to the sight of her blue eyes looking at me, again? Or did they never stop?

She smiled, “Good morning sunshine.”

That had been a saying of ours. Neither of us were morning people nor could we understand how people like Robin Meade could be so cheery so early. I will chalk it up to morning haze, but completely without thought, I cupped her cheek leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips. “Mmmm, Good Morning.” I sighed.

As I was about to extend my tongue, I became conscious of my actions and pulled back to see her eyes closed and mouth slightly open. I immediately rolled over and looked at the clock. It was 10:17AM.

The kiss was far more than a peck but at least I controlled my tongue at the last second. Without looking back I rolled out and stood up. “Holly shit the Movers will be here soon.”

I turned around and she laid there confused and disheveled. “I even told Ghalib we would use him for a shopping day. How soon can you be ready?”

She hesitated and thought. “30 minutes.”

“OK, I’ll let him know.” I texted Ghalib and ran to the shower.

With all the activity of the day, we managed to avoid any discussion or sharing of thoughts about “The Kiss”. Saturday night the movers had moved everything and put it in its place including the clothing in her drawers and closets.

That evening she spent time putting things in final order and with her bed in place there were no awkward sleeping arrangements.

Ironically, as we showered. Cynthia began a new wave of sexual communications spurred on by my text the night before.

She had replied to my text earlier.

Cynthia: Business phone! Check your personal e-mail

About an hour later she sent another

Cynthia: You must be sleeping in?

At 11:15 I replied from the cab.

Me: Sorry, just go this. Message received. 🙂

Crap, it didn’t even occur to me when I sent the text the work phones are visible to the company.

I had a personal cell phone linked to my personal mail. When I pulled it up wow!

Cynthia: You miss me terribly?… See pic one. You owe me some attention Ms. Carmichael. See pic two. This should be your tongue!

Pic one was a photo from her Belly button to mid-thigh. She was wearing my pink thong with her hand inside. Her fingers were visible through the cloth except for the middle finger apparently penetrating her.

Pic two showed her sans panties with two fingers buried. I had no idea how she took the pics but wow! Her pussy lips were shimmering with moisture. Luckily Stacey was talking to her parents and oblivious to the pics on my phone.

Me: Not fair!

Cynthia: Not fair? You still owe me six orgasms!

Me: True…

I turned away from Stacey and snapped a selfie with my tongue extended. I was getting turned on by the minute. I sent the photo.

A few moments later, I received a close up of her shaved pussy, legs spread sitting on an office chair, it appeared.

Cynthia: I need it right here.

Me: Is that live?

Cynthia: Yes. I need it right now!

Me: Me too! God, I wish I was there. I want to taste you so bad, Ms. Cynthia

Cynthia: I showed you mine, you show me yours.

Me: Can’t, in the cab with Stacey. Shopping day while the movers mover her in.

Cynthia: So, my plant sitting is no longer needed?

Me: You can still use the place any time. If I’m away, you can use my bed any time. If I’m home, you can use me any time 🙂

Cynthia: Six orgasms!

Me: Then what do we do day two?

Cynthia: Six more of course! In the meantime, show me yours from the first store you stop at.

I liked where this was going. I would send pics from every stop. God, she was exciting.

Me: Whatever you want Ms. Cynthia… You’ll see me soon!

Our first stop was Macey’s. I moved quickly to find something to try on and slipped into a dressing room. I slipped out of my skirt and panties and sat on the bench. I spread my legs wide and snapped several pics. I picked the best one, proud of the trim job I had done. I hit send and a few seconds later heard the ding.

Cynthia: So pretty. I love that dark little muff.

Me: I am soaking wet thinking of you. I can’t stop thinking about you, so I’m wet all the time!

Cynthia: Did you soil your panties?

Me: Took then off first!

Cynthia: I’ll send you the next pose.

Me: Can’t wait.

It seemed like it took forever to get Stacey out of Macey’s and to make matters worse in my state of heightened arousal, I could not peel my eyes off of Stacey’s ass. She was wearing a pair of jean shorts, with the l legs rolled up to Daisy Duke length. I don’t know how she did it but, I swore her ass was smiling at me. There was an arched seem between her ass cheeks and thighs that ever so slightly peeked out. Such a full beautiful ass, I could not stop staring and just didn’t care. She would never know I was staring anyway. Needless to say, I followed her lead most of the day.

Back in the cab to Saks, AEO & Aerie and Henri Bendel. As we started off, I received a pic of Cynthia’s naked ass bent over with her shaved pink pussy in full view. I stared uncontrollably. This time Stacey noticed.

“What’s up?” She asked raising her eyes for a peek.

“The China market forecast is looking bleak.” I said staring at the phone. “We talked about it with LVMH last week. It’s a disturbing trend.”

She quickly changed the subject and I shot a quick e-mail to Cynthia and put my phone away.

Me: Thanks, I just soiled my panties again!

Cynthia: Good leave them in my top left desk drawer in the office please.

Me: Yes Ms. Cynthia! You’re insatiable!

I focused on Stacey for the rest of the ride and had a great time at Saks. In the dressing room I removed my skirt and put my panties in my handbag. I got on my hands and knees to match the pose and took several pics again. I found myself staring and struggling to pick which one to send. I had never seen myself from that angle before and it was turning me on much more than it should have. I was drooling over my own pussy. There was something twisted with that. However, I convinced myself it was the thought of Cynthia drooling over it that excited me.

On the way to AEO & Aerie I received a pick of her fingers pressing on her clit with this text message.

Cynthia: Making myself cum looking at the picture of your ass! Your turn.

She knew exactly how to push my buttons. I would soon be masturbating in the dressing room at AEO & Aerie’s and I was gushing at the thought. Once again, I scared myself. I could never have imagined myself doing anything like this and now I was excited beyond belief at the thought of masturbating in AEO & Aerie.

When we arrived, I did my best to be patient and spend time looking at things for Stacey. She was the whole point of the day. We were shopping for clothes for her work and this was a first for her to be able to shop the stores we were visiting and actually purchase clothes that weren’t on the clearance rack.

We picked out a couple of outfits she liked, and she tried them on. I waited, knowing she would probably like me to see them on her before she bought, and she did. Ultimately, she went with both. I stared at the pictures Cynthia sent while I waited and grabbed a ***********ion of random dresses, so I was ready for my turn. I bounced between the picture of Cynthia’s world class ass and the masturbation photo.

The latter was a great close up of her glistening wet pussy. I had waited so long… When would I ever get the chance to taste her, I wondered breathing like a dog in heat. Stacey didn’t help, when she came out of the dressing room, the daisy dukes seemed to penetrate extra deep in her ass crack. I was definitely becoming an ass girl.

I quickly ducked into the dressing room, hung the clothes on the rack and planted my ass on the seat. My naked ass, that is. I hiked my skirt and began to touch myself as I looked at her pic on my phone. Then I got an idea on how to take it to the next level. I plugged ear buds into my phone so I could hear her without the rest of the store hearing. Then, I made a video call to Cynthia and laid the phone on the bench. I leaned back against the wall with my legs spread and knees bent. I positioned my pussy above the camera and worked my fingers in and out and then rubbed my clit for the camera.

“Holy shit, you horny little slut! Oh my God Leasie. You’re so cruel to me. I want to taste that… fuck you’re gonna make me cum again Leasie.”

I wanted to tell her how much I wanted to taste her wet pussy, but the dressing room was open underneath. I whispered hoping she could hear. “I’m in the dressing room at AEO & Aerie, listening with my ear buds, thinking of the picture of your ass.”

“Damn Leasie, I’m touching myself again. I can see your beautiful pink pussy. You’re such a tease. I so much want to taste that steamy cunt.”

I whimpered and sped up the pace of my fingers.

“I heard that Leasie. So, you like looking at my ass?”

I began sliding up and down the wall rolling my hips in response.

“Are your gonna cum for me, little slut” She panted. “Oh fu,u,uck Leasie, I want y, you! Aaaahhhh!”

She began to squeal in a high-pitched voice that sent me over the edge.

“You’re making me cum Leasie. Oh Fu, u, u, u, ck!”

My body began to vibrate as I rubbed my clit furiously with three fingers clinching my teeth to prevent screaming out for the whole store to hear. Hearing Cynthia screaming in ecstasy as my fingers pounded my clit sent a jolt of pleasure through my pelvis that paralyzed me. My legs stiffened and hips pulsated pumping my upper body against the wall like beating a drum, but there was no stopping. All that mattered was the wave of pleasure cumming together produced.

I wanted to scream out and let the world know I was cumming for her but held it in as my soaked hot pussy took control of every other muscle in my body.

“Oh God yes, cum with me Leasie. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Yes! Yes! Yes!” she whaled as my body convulsed for her.

My orgasm seemed to go on and on as my fingers were a blur rubbing my clit. Finally, I collapsed onto the phone panting uncontrollably. I tried to collect myself as the reality of my situation came back into my mind.

Cynthia whispered as she panted in my ear. “Oh my God, Ms. Carmichael. I don’t believe I have ever cum so hard. You really scare me… You continue to bring out desires I never knew I had.”

“Alecia? You ok?” Asked Stacey from the other side of the door.

“I’m fine. Be right out.” I replied as I pulled the phone out from under me. I looked at Cynthia on the screen, apparently laying on her hotel bed. “I better go, I think the whole store may know what just happened. You, Ms. Cynthia, make me loose ALL control. Damn, I miss you. If I don’t get to see you soon, I may end up in jail somewhere.”

I hung up and got dressed quickly and straightened myself up looking in the mirror. When I exited the dressing room, it felt like every eye in the place was on me. Stacey had paid and stood holding her bags. I feared my clothes were not on properly and everyone could see it but me.

“I take it you’re feeling better after that. It sounded like you were “Talking” (She made air quotes) with Cynthia. Lecia honey, you (air quotes) “rub one off” like a pair of buffalo in a broom closet.”

My face turned beet red. “Was it that bad?”

She nodded her head toward a man in the ladies lingerie section ogling me as he pretended to shop.

“Ok, I think we can move on.” I said red faced.

I slunk out of the store and into the cab. Stacey sat too close to me on the left. I became keenly aware the scent of my wet pussy filled the air. I turned to the right and looked out the window. Then, like the horny little slut I had become, I secretly smelled my fingers thinking of Cynthia, and what I wanted to do to her.

After an awkward silence I noticed Ghalib was looking at me in the rearview mirror with a confused look. He appeared to be sniffing the air subtly. “It’s just your imagination… He can’t smell you.” Said my inner voice. But I knew he could. I reached into my handbag, past my soiled panties to a bottle of perfume. I dabbed some onto my cum coated fingers and applied it to my neck. I sat back and closed my eyes, trying to center myself.

A moment later, I heard a whisper in my ear that only made things worse. She leaned in so close she accidently touched my earlobe with her lips, which sent another jolt through my clit. “I can still smell you Lecia!”

What was wrong with me? I just jacked off in public and came like a freight train. And now I wanted to take my best friend in the back seat, while Ghalib watched. I wanted to squeeze her naked ass while I kissed her hard and deep. I wanted to taste her cum as I tonged her wildly and felt her silky thighs on my cheeks. I was ready to rub her round little nose against my stiff clit as she tongue fucked me in the cab.

Thank God we arrived at Henri Bendel. I rushed out of the cab. “Keep the meter running Ghalib.” I said, bee lining for the ladies room. I was disgusted with myself as I soaped up a washcloth and headed for the stall. I washed my sticky pussy clean before washing my hands. I again splashed cold water on my face. I looked at my reflection and snapped myself back to reality.

“You OK Lecia,” said Stacey peeking in the door.

“Yep, ready for action.” I said as I walked toward the door.

At the end of the day, Stacey ended up with several new outfits and was immediately occupied by checking out the movers’ work when we arrived back at the apartment. I was grateful for the distraction.

The movers grouped her clothing and did an excellent job of putting them in the right drawers. She was occupied checking things out and making some minor adjustments. So, I said good night and turned in early. I was going to have a busy week and wanted to get an early start.

I laid there thinking about Cynthia, and my loss of self-control around her. I so needed to see her. But there was no telling when we could actually connect. The memory of snuggling with Stacey last night had me wishing for a knock on the door. The knock never came and eventually I drifted off to sleep.

I was off early and did not see Stacey Monday morning and I was in bed before she came home Monday night. Thankfully work kept me busy all week. We worked diligently to finalize the web site layout for LVMH with a team of software and marketing specialist. I was very proud of the team and their efforts to make a user-friendly layout with versions in twelve different languages.

We were tight but on pace for a beta launch October first allowing three months for debug and launch. I spoke with Cynthia daily. She was in Paris and would be heading to the Czech Republic after that. I Would be leaving for China on Sunday and our paths appeared to be destined never to cross.

On Thursday afternoon, I was in my office after hanging up from a conference call with Maurice and Russel. No sooner had I hung up and the phone rang from Cynthia’s office extension.

“Alecia Carmichael.” I answered.

“Well, hello Ms. Carmichael, might I see you in my office?” Cynthia said calmly.

“What? Are you serious? You’re here?” I said heart racing.

“Yes, Ms. Carmichael, but only for a couple hours…”

“On my way!” I said as I jumped up and walked quickly to her office.

The blinds were all closed in her office, which excited me. We would have privacy. Unfortunately, one of the board members was in her office when I arrived.

“Come in Ms. Carmichael,” Said Cynthia. “Charles Rosland, this is Alecia Carmichael.”

She sat behind her desk wearing a white blouse buttoned mid chest with a blue jacket. Her hair was down and curled inward to frame her face. Her blue eyes and narrow nose made my heart flutter.

“It’s an honor to meet you Ms. Carmichael. So good to put a face to a name. I can’t thank you enough for helping to land our largest account yet. I never thought I would meet another young lady as talented and savvy as our Cynthia, but thus far you’re right there with her.” He said as he walked over to shake my hand. His hands were surprisingly soft.

“I told you to trust me Charles. She is amazing. She has a sense for people beyond her years, possibly beyond my years!” Said Cynthia smiling at me. God she was beautiful.

“I should never have doubted you Cynthia.” He smiled at me.

“I promise I will not disappoint Mr. Rosland.” I replied with a firm shake.

His eyes rolled to my tits. “You definitely do not disappoint.”

That was all I needed to know. Top buttons unbuttoned and Chuckie would do anything I say. He walked back to his chair and sat down

“I was just wrapping up with Charles. We had a brief window to meet with the board today, so I flew in overnight and arrived this morning. Unfortunately, I’m heading back to Paris in three hours. I would very much like to get an update on LVMH before I leave. Have a seat.” She pointed at the couch that faced the side of her desk.

I sat and she spun toward me. I nearly came in my panties as she turned her chair sideways to face me. The desk blocked the view from Charles, but my vantage point gave a glorious view of her shaved naked pussy peeking out from her hiked blue skirt. My face reddened, pussy moistened and heart rate accelerated.

I struggled to breath before glancing at Charles who was looking at me oddly.

“Everything ok Ms. Carmichael?” Asked Charles, with a half-smile and concerned eyes.

“Everything’s great from where I’m sitting. It is a little warm in here, wouldn’t you say?” I said as I looked at Cynthia.

“Just a bit.” She replied and turned her head to look at Charles. “Thank you so much Charles I’m glad we can get approval from the board today. Once again you have worked your magic. I will see you in… (She looked at her watch, leaned back in her seat and spread her legs wider.) sixty minutes in the board room? Now I need to get an update from my young protégé here, she owes me a few things so I thought I would take the opportunity to collect in person.”

Her labia pealed apart when she spread her legs revealing her bright pink glisten inner labia. My eyes could not break away and Charles faded into the background like the furniture. The prize I had been longing for was twenty feet away begging for my warm moist tongue. Although at that exact moment my mouth seemed unusually dry making it even harder to swallow. I gently moistened my lips with my tongue.

I had fantasized about tasting her so many times and now she was offering herself to me, or should I say teasing me, in front of a key board member where I could do nothing about it. My mouth began to moisten rapidly as I stared helplessly at her glistening pussy. I wanted to drop to the floor, crawl between her legs and drink her in as she came in my hungry mouth.

“I’ll see you shortly Cynthia.” Said Charles standing up. I also stood. “Don’t get up Ms. Carmichael. It was a pleasure meeting you and I look forward to getting a further update at the board meeting.”

“Thank you, Charles, would you shut the door on your way out? I do not want to be disturbed before the board meeting.” Said Cynthia as she waved her hand motioning me to sit.

As he walked out the door I sat back down, disappointed. Her legs remained open and I so wanted to dive in tongue first. She clearly sensed the urgency on my face.

“If we can contain ourselves for just a moment Ms. Carmichael, I would like to clarify a few things…”

“Anything you say Ms. Cynthia,” I replied compliantly.

“As you heard my time is very limited. There is a board meeting in one hour, so I will need you to stay focused and follow instructions.” She reached into the top desk drawer and pulled out the panties I left on Monday.

She held them to her nose and took a long slow breath. “Thank you for these Leasie, they will make a fine addition to my collection.” Eyes locked on the target between her legs, I fidgeted and started to get up.

“Please remain seated Ms. Carmichael, this will go so much smoother if you comply.” She said in a calm authoritative voice. “You can be such a good girl at times.”

She sniffed the panties again while the pair I was wearing were beginning to moisten. It occurred to me that I would likely be handing over yet another pair of “soiled” panties in a few moments.

“However, your little escapade in the dressing room Sunday was rather torturous. I believe you currently owe me six orgasms I have a very tight window to begin collecting.”

“Yes Ms. Cynthia” I nodded enthusiastically, eyes still on the prize.

“You do seem eager, that is good. Are you eager Ms. Carmichael?”

“Oh God yes! I can’t stop thinking about you. I want to crawl over and taste you so badly…”

“I like that plan Ms. Carmichael, but you seem to be wearing a awful lot of clothing, would you mind removing your jacket and blouse for me?” Her legs spread just a little wider as her skirt bunched firmly at her hips.

I looked toward the door, concerned that someone might come in. “Can I lock the door first Ms. Cynthia.”

“I do like it when you call me Ms. Cynthia, but locking the door would lessen the excitement just a little, don’t you think?” She smiled deviously.

Her words and facial expression sent a little wave of excitement through my lower body. I smiled, tossed the jacket and unbuttoned my blouse.

“Ms. Carmichael, you do take direction well. You are making me very warm and very wet. I hope you know how much; I have anticipated the payment of your debt. I like your black silk bra, Ms. Carmichael, but I would really like to see those beautiful breasts. Would you please remove that too?”

I was shaking with lust and anticipation. I unclipped my bra and tossed it aside.

“You are so beautiful Ms. Carmichael. My pussy is steaming for you right now.” She said swinging her knees together and apart two times before settling in her seat with them set wide apart.”

“Please let me repay you Ms. Cynthia.” I said desperately.

“As usual your manners are impeccable Ms. Carmichael, but I am still troubled by your skirt and shoes. Remove them please but leave your panties on for inspection.” She looked at me smiling.

I could barely believe how quickly I complied with her orders. I raised my ass up off the couch to remove the skirt and nearly took my panties with it but managed to keep them most of the way on. When I tossed my skirt, I pulled them back up and settled back down on the couch. My wetness was beginning to peek through the black silk, and I grew more excited knowing I would need to surrender my soiled panties to her yet again.

“There is something that has haunted me since our little phone session that produced the panties you sent me. I can’t help thinking about watching you make yourself cum through your panties…”

“Yes, Ms. Cynthia.” I said as my right hand moved from sofa to the patch of silk covering my tingling pussy.

She did not have to finish her train of thought. I knew what she wanted. I wanted to make myself cum for her. I needed to show her how much I wanted her and that I would do anything to please her. It turned me on knowing I could excite her and I wanted to see her reaction. My middle finger pressed against the silk as I wiggled it into my slit.

“Oh Ms. Carmichael, you are such a horny little slut. I love your openness. God you light my fire Leasie. Tell me what you want my pet.”

I glanced up to see her hungry eyes, devouring me before looking back at her spread labia.

My finger slid up and down my slit forcing the silk inward where is soaked up my juices. “I want to drop to my hands and knees and crawl to you steaming wet pussy Ms. Cynthia.”

My fingers pressed harder and I heard her moan as I spoke. Her hands rested on her thighs and she began to squeeze them firmly. I thought she did so to prevent the urge to touch herself.

“I want to breath in your scent and feel the tingle of every cell of my body as I do. I want to feel your warmth on my tongue as I separated those pink steamy lips while that silky soft skin of your inner thigh tickles my cheeks… Oh God Ms. Cynthia, you make so warm.” I whimpered as my voice crackled.

I could smell my own juices, as I was already building toward an uncontrollable frenzy. I began to pant as my hips rocked. The wet silk stimulated my clit as her exposed pussy held my gaze.

“Ms. Carmichael you are making me very very hot. I hope you’re going to put your mouth to work backing up your words. I want you Ms. Carmichael, more than anything I have ever wanted.”

I cried out as her words sent me quickly to the brink. I let out a long high-pitched crackling moan that felt like it was coming from outside my body. “Aaa, aaa, aaaaaahhhhhhh.”

“Are you my pet Ms. Carmichael?” She asked softly.

“Oh yes, Ms. Cynthia. I want to please you, aaahh! Please let me suck you pussy. Oh fuck, I need it!”

“That’s it Ms. Carmichael, make yourself cum for me my pet.” Her voice consumed me. “Oh that’s sexy. Are you coming for me Leasie?”

“Yes! Yyyyyeeeeesssss I’m cumming for you Ms. Cynthia. Oh God, I’m cumming for you! Aaaaaaaaahhhhh! Aaaaaaaaahhhhh! Aaaaaaaaahhhhh! Aaaaaaaaahhhhh! Aaaaaaaaahhhhh!”

My legs stiffened as my heels pressed against the floor spread wide. I arched my back against the sofa raising my ass off the cushion as my fingers rubbed my clit frantically through the soaked silk.”

“That’s it baby, Oh God, I want you! Cum for me Leasie!” She panted.

I closed my eyes and let out one final squeal. “Cumming for you Ms. Cyn, Cynthia.”

I went silent as my mouth opened wide, but no air came out as my whole body stiffened. My fingers rubbed my clit feverishly as my juices flooded my panties. My hips pulsed at the wave of pleasure locked my diaphragm. My body spasmed as my clit sent wave after wave of tingling electricity through me. Finally, my orgasm peaked and I sucked in air frantically and collapsed back onto the sofa.

“Ms. Carmichael, that was far better than I even imagined.” She said breathlessly.

I felt a strange sense of pride that she was visibly flustered. She took another whiff of my panties.

“Of course, I’m going to need those panties, Ms. Carmichael. Would you please remove them for me?” I did as commanded and sat on the edge of the sofa panties in hand. I leaned forward staring at her exposed pussy, complete naked and ready to please.

“It seems you now owe me seven orgasms Ms. Carmichael. Your debt continues to mount, and I think it is time to make a payment.” She said spreading herself wider.

“I am so ready Ms. Cynthia” I dropped to my hands and knees, clutching my wet panties in my right fist.

“Ms. Carmichael, would you please place those panties in your teeth and bring then to me?

The thought brought a new level of excitement to me. I clinched the waist band in my teeth and crawled slowly toward her, with very slow, deliberate, exaggerated motions. My ass flexed and stretched, and I swayed side to side as I crawled. I looked at her hungrily and watched as her eyes widened and seemed to light up at the sight.

“Ms. Carmichael, you are making me very wet. You look hungry my pet.” Her eyes wide and excited.

I nodded, unable to speak with my panties dangling from my teeth.

Cynthia breathed in my scent through my panties and smiled as I drew closer.

As I entered the gap between her spread knees, she slid herself lower in the chair, bring my target closer and easier to access. She tossed the panties back in the drawer and reached down for the pair I clutched in my teeth.

“Good girl Ms. Carmichael, you will make a fine p, et!” She squeaked as my nose tickled the target. “You’re a hu, hungry little sl, slut!”

Her body shook as I breathed in deeply and my nose gently touched her. My body came alive as her scent penetrated my brain. I exhaled and felt Cynthia tremble as my hot breath washed over her. She whimpered softly and closed her eyes.

I stared up at her face as I leaned in. My tongue ran slowly and firmly up her wet crack. Her labia were steamy warm and softer than I imagined against my tongue. The taste of her was sweet at first with a touch of bitterness as I lingered. I only knew it tasted like ecstasy and I needed more.

“Oh Leasie.” She whimpered, as I lapped up her sweet juices.

Her hand settled on the back of my head. “Oh God, I’ve needed this.”

Her legs pressed in bringing her warm silky skin against my cheeks. I don’t think I had ever felt anything so soft in my life. I never wanted to stop. I raised up and sucked he upper labia and clit into my mouth, shaking my head gently side to side.

Cynthia tensed and moaned in complete ecstasy as I sucked and wiggled. When I began wiggling my tongue on her clit she cried out. “Oh my God Leasie, right there. Ooohhhh Fuuuuuccckkkkkk.” She gripped her chair with both hands and my heart raced with a feeling of complete control. “Oh ffffffuuuuuuucckkkkkk I’m cumming Leasie, r, right there.”

Her pelvis vibrated up and down as she came in my mouth. “Oh God, right there, oh yyyyyyeesssss right there! Yyessss, yyyyeeesss, yyyeeesss. Right fucking there! Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh!”

She pulled me off, unable to take anymore, so I began to slowly lap at her again with my tongue in slow firm licks parting her labia and sucking in her cum. As I continued, she petted my head encouraging me to continue. I looked up to see her smiling down at me. The taste of her, the sweet sticky feel on my lips and tongue were a heavenly combination.

I pulled away looking up at her, inches from her engorged womanhood. “You taste like heaven Ms. Cynthia. Better than I ever imagined. But, I’m still hungry.” I slowly extended my tongue moving ever so slowly lower and closer. I watched her eyes widen with a feel of desperation as I drew closer. The tip of my tongue made contact just below the bottom of her labia and she moaned softly.

Our eyes were locked, mine hungry and hers desperate. I was on my knees, but she was the prey and I was the predator. I have never felt more powerful than kneeling naked before her and seeing the look on her face as I took a slow firm lick up her succulent, cum soaked pussy. She tensed and trembled as I parted her tender labia penetrating with my tongue tip as I moved upward.

Her soft moans sent a wave of warm wetness through me. Her trembling intensified as I slowly drug my rough tongue across her stiff sensitive clitoris. Before raising up and moving back down. “I am going to drink every drop of your sweet cum Ms. Cynthia.”

I took another slow deliberate lick, favoring the right side, lapping up her cum. “It’s the nectar of the God’s and I will drink it all” Another lick favoring the left side. “I want more, and I want it now Ms. Cynthia.”

This time I pressed back to the middle and stopped at her tight little opening wiggling my tongue inside her. Her eyes briefly closed as I probed her quickly and repeatedly pressing my lips against hers. Then I continued upward, dragging my tongue over her stiff little button.

My eyes stayed locked on her hypnotic blue desperate eyes. “I want to pleasure you Ms. Cynthia.” She whimpered as my tongue probed her again. “I want to pleasure you in every way, Ms. Cynthia.” I licked her and probed her again.

“Oh, Leasie…” Her eyes closed and her breathing deepened as she petted my head.

My forehead rubbed against her hiked skirt, so I dropped my ass down to my heels, pulled my knees up under me and sat up on them. “I need to remove this skirt Ms. Cynthia; it is blocking my access to you.” I brought my hands under her thighs and up the sides of her hips. I could feel no side zippers, so I pushed her up off the chair rather forcefully and found the clasp and zipper in back. She helped by holding her ass up and I quickly undid them both and gripped her waistband.

I pulled them off sliding my knuckles across that beautiful ass. I backed up and pulled the skirt down and off her legs. I tossed them aside, gripped her knees and spread them apart. I looked hungrily into her eyes again as my hands slid up her inner thighs. My elbows pressed her legs wider and my fingers caressed their way up her silky thighs.

I leaned in as my hands moved over the top of her thighs and gripped her by the hips. I pulled her toward me positioning her on the edge of the seat. “Much better.” I said taking another slow deliberate lick. She moaned her approval. “I see you agree Ms. Cynthia.”

I licked again stopping at her opening before French kissing her steaming pleasure hole. My mouth open wide, I sucked her labia as my tongue probed in and out.

“That feels so good Leasie,” Her eyes closed and she bit her lip. I wiggled my head side to side causing a gasp and a grin as her eyes opened. “Oh my God!” She said sounding almost in pain.

I never wanted this to end, I loved the feeling of my tongue inside her, paralyzing her with pleasure, tasting her. I pulled back, “I love being inside of you Ms. Cynthia. Let’s get serious about this shall we?”

I raised up and gripped her legs behind the knees and lifted them up over my shoulder. This gave me full access as her legs angle up and out. She had my panties to her face breathing deeply through her nose

I gently pushed a finger into her and continued her tongue lashing. “Ah! Ah!” she gasped in quick succession as I pushed my finger all the way in and began to pump in and out. Her hips began to rock and push back against my finger.

I raised up looking at her, pumping harder. “Do you like that Ms. Cynthia?” She nodded and whimpered. “Would you like another?”

“Y, yes!” She gasped. “Oh, Pleases…”

“Here you go.” I said pulling out and pushing in two.

She exhaled in a sporadic series of gasps

I began pumping again. “Is that better Ms. Cynthia?”

Her rapid mini gasps continued. “O, o oh y, yes.”

I extended my tongue and leaned in slowly maintaining eye contact. Again, I opened my mouth, sucked in her clit and upper labia, wiggling my tongue as I sucked and fingered her hot pussy.

“Oh God Leasie, I love you. Aaaahhhhhh!” She squealed rocking in hips faster.

“I need you to cum in my mouth again.” I panted and dove back in, working my tongue.

I knew she was delirious but, hearing her say she loved me got me that much more excited. I sucked and wiggled my tongue while rapidly shaking my head side to side. My fingers were pumping in and out faster and faster as her moans grew louder.

“Leeeaaaaasssssiiiiiieeeee honey, oh God… Aaaaahhhhhh! Fuuuuuuccckk, feels, g, good.” Her hand gripped my head and her knees went higher. “Oh, God, please!” she panted with each word.

Her legs pressed against my shoulder and her back arched. She ground herself against my tongue gyrating and shaking. “Oh God, y, you’re a, fuck, a, mazing. R, right there Leasie. Aaaahhhhh fuuuuucccckkk .” Her voice had been getting louder and suddenly she shoved my panties into her mouth and bit down on them to muffle the screams.

I watched her face and as she screamed into my panties. I had never been so excited with a sex partner before. I felt like a goddess making this gorgeous powerful woman into a raging sex toy. I felt like I could cum just watching her react to me. I could taste her juices flowing onto my tongue and wanted more.

I sped up again fingering her hard and torturing her clit with my lips and tongue. My tongue and neck were tired, but I would go all day if she let me. Her chair bounced and squeaked as she fucked my fingers and tongue. I loved how she told me when I hit the spot and she continued her chant of “right there”, but with my panties shoved in her mouth she was hard to understand.

I realized I was right when I felt the rush of warm sticky juices flooding my tongue and face. She tried to pull me off by the hair, but I wasn’t done, I wanted to take her to the edge and beyond. Her hips were almost vibrating she was moving them so fast in tiny little gyrations. Her legs pressed hard on my shoulders as her muffled screams were more frantic. Her thighs squeezed my head as she came long and hard.

I had to fight to keep my tongue engaged as her orgasm continued. She wailed in a series of high pitched screeches in time with her gyrations as her creamy juices flooded my fingers, cheeks and chin. Finally with both hands she pushed me off. and I glanced down to see a string of thick white fluid clinging to my nose and her pussy. The white creamy fluid covered her engorged labia. For a moment, I thought she had just had sex with a man and it oozed out of her. But it did not taste like semen, it had a hint of sweetness mixed with a metallic taste. Then it occurred to me. Female ejaculation…

“Oh my God Leasie, I’m so sorry, I’ve never done that before…”

I began to lap it up and she tried to pull me off again. I shook my head and continued licking her clean.

“Leasie, please…”

I pulled off and interrupted. “Ms. Cynthia am I the first to make you ejaculate?”

I licked again, she tried less convincingly to stop me. “Ejaculate? Men Ejac…”

“So can women Ms. Cynthia and I just made you do it!” I grinned at her proudly and lapped up some more. Her legs spread wider allowing her legs to slide off my shoulders and her feet dropped to the floor. Then I slid my fingers out and licked them clean while she watched me.

I leaned back in and took one more deliberate lick up the length of her slit and slowly slid my fingers back inside her. I stood slowly up smiling at her with my fingers working gently inside of her. As I raised up, I leaned forward bringing my face closer to hers.

“I love pleasing you Ms. Cynthia. I love tasting you…” I kissed her neck gently. She tilted her head to the side exposing her neck. “I love being inside you…” I kissed her neck again and pushed my fingers deep. “I will do anything to pleasure you…” Another kiss and she whimpered with pleasure. “I love being your pet Ms. Cynthia. I was born for this.”

“Leasie,” She panted. “You make me crazy.”

I kissed her passionately probing her mouth with my tongue, letting her taste her cum. My fingers continued to penetrate her soaked pussy causing her to moan and whimper in time with my movements. I immediately knew I could give her orgasm number three if I wanted, and I definitely wanted.

I broke the kiss and moved back to her neck. “Do you want me to stop Ms. Cynthia?”

She offered her neck again, “I really need to prep for the, Ah!” She gasped as my thumb touched her clit while my fingers continued to pump her.

“I’ve missed you Ms. Cynthia, and I need more.” I whispered as she moaned louder. “I need more time to properly make love to you.” I kissed her neck and nibbled her ear lobe. “I want to make love to you all night.”

She wiggled her hips and whined out loud. “Leasie, please, I can’t take…”

“Oh, but I want to give myself to you Ms. Cynthia. I want to kiss every inch of you and pleasure you until you beg me to stop.” I returned to her neck her pulse pounding. “Anything Ms. Cynthia, tell me what you want and I wil do it.” I pressed on the back of her chair raising up as High as I could while maintaining contact with her steaming pussy.

“Oh God, Leasie… Pleases. I have to, Gah!” Her head rolled back eyes closed with pleasure until I removed my finger and caused her to gasp.

I leaned forward bringing my left breast toward her lips. “The lady doth protest too much methinks.”

She began to kiss my nipple, sending chills from my chest to my shoulders and on down my spine.

“Do you really want me to stop Ms. Cynthia?” I asked tauntingly.

She shook her head as her lips, warm and soft brought my left nipple to complete stiffness. I lowered back down to reinsert my fingers, and she followed with her mouth chasing my right breast.

Cynthia moved to my right breast as I reached down and inserted my fingers again. She moaned and sucked my nipple hard, “Ms. Cynthia, can you please come home with me tonight?” I said seductively. “You could fly out in the morning. Won’t you please let me pay you back tonight? I can think of many ways to pleasure you Ms. Cynthia.”

“How can I say no to you Ms. Carmichael.” She sighed and extended her tongue to tease my nipple.

The wave of warmth that spread through my body was remarkable, fueled by the thought of having her in my bed all night long and unencumbered… A new wave of wetness consumed my pussy. I could feel her wetness growing as I slowly fingered her.

“Oh Ms. Cynthia you make me so wet. I want you in my bed with nothing between us. Just my skin against yours.”

Her right hand slid from my breast to my belly, gently caressing me while her left hand caressed my lower back and slid down to my ass. Her touch electrified me. My hand was extended down between us as I slowly and steadily slid two fingers in and out of her. My forearm brushed against my trimmed muff and I found myself rubbing my wet cunt against my arm excited by her touch.

“I want to kiss and touch every inch of you, Ms. Cynthia. I’ve never wanted anything so much. Pleasing you is all that matters.” I closed my eyes and took in the sensation of her hands on my body and lips on my stiff tingling nipple. Chills ran through my body as my thumb touched her clit.

She gasped and released my nipple. I lowered my upper body freeing my arm for more motion and bringing my lips back to her gorgeous neck. “Do you like that Ms. Cynthia?” I whispered working her clit with my thumb and fucking her steadily with my fingers.

“Y,yyyeeeessss.” She squeaked in a crackling voice.

“I want, to please you Ms. Cynthia.” I kissed her neck firmly. “Are you ready for some more payback?”

“Yes, Pl, please.” She panted uncontrollably.

“Will you please let me lick you clean after you cum again Ms. Cynthia?” I said pushing her over the edge.

“Yes, Oh God, yes! Ah, ah, ah, ahhhhhhh.” She panted shaking and grinding her pelvis against my hand. “Oh God, I’m cumming again Leasie. Aaaaahhhhhh!”

Startled by her volume, I quickly kissed here and pushed my tongue into her mouth. She opened wide and sucked my tongue hard whimpering and shaking uncontrollably as her orgasm grew.

Both hands gripped my ass and she flailed her hips, fucking my fingers as my thumb stimulated her clit. Her tongue probed my mouth and her muffled cries became more urgent. I could barely keep my mouth on hers as her juices flooded my fingers. The effect of feeling her lose control at my touch was almost indescribable. It was as if I could feel her pleasure transmitted through our kiss, the tingling through my own body nearly made me cum without direct contact by Cynthia.

Her body stiffened when her orgasm peaked, and her rapid-fire whimpers grew stronger and stronger. My own excitement was so high, I could barely breath as I felt her cum for the third time. Her scent filled the air and I closed my eyes taking it in.

She broke the kiss and pulled away, her body collapsed, and she struggled to catch her breath panting erratically. “Ms. Carmichael you are a naughty little slut! Oh My God, three down!” I removed my hand, smiled and watched her regain composure. “I think you are trying to make we late for my meeting.” Her eyes were simply captivating. I really need to go…”

“Not quite yet Ms. Cynthia.” I dropped to my knees, smiled up at her and began to lick her clean.

“You are nothing if not thorough Ms. Carmichael.” She sighed and spread her legs.

I lapped up her cum like a hungry puppy. “Oh my God.” She said almost whispering with a long slow exhale. “You’ll need to help me get dressed Ms. Carmichael.”

She grabbed my panties that had been in her drawer. “Could you please put these on me. I would very much like to wear them to remind me of things to come.”

I took them from her, made one final lick, spread the panties open with both hands and placed them on the floor. She put her right foot in and then her left. I wiggled them up her legs and on over her hips. I straightened the front and asked her to turn. She did and I positioned them on her incredible ass. “Damn they look good on that ass.” I said out loud.

She clinched her cheeks. “Good to know all those workouts have paId dividends, Ms. Carmichael. Speaking of dividends, help me with my skirt. I need to get to the board meeting.”

I crawled over to them as I had given them a good toss. “Speaking of good-looking asses… Mmmm.” she sighed.

I crawled back toward her, and she turned her ass toward me. I held the skirt to the floor, and she stepped in. As I pulled them up, I nibbled both of her cheeks where they bulged out of my panties.

“Thanks for adding to my collection Ms. Carmichael.” She dangled the panties she had shoved in her mouth a few moments ago. I will be imagining my hands reaching under your skirt all day long.

I smiled and asked myself why surrendering another pair of “soiled” panties made me so proud.

I positioned her skirt, helped tuck in her blouse and zipped her up. “There, nice and neat.” I said as I patted her ass.

She turned and I stood up, completely naked before her. Her hand caressed my cheek and she kissed my slowly and gently. The heat between my legs intensified.

She looked into my eyes and her hand cupped my breast and slid slowly down my belly as she spoke.

“Ms. Carmichael, you may be the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. I think I would like to see you like this forever.”

Her hand slid lower, fingers downward, once again I could not breath as her middle finger slid between my labia and her other fingers sandwiching them.

“You weren’t lying Ms. Carmichael, you are ssssoooo wet.” She kissed me softly, slowly slipping the tip of her tongue between my lips. Our tongue tips touched, and she pulled back.

“Will you promise you will not cum under any circumstances until, I am paid in full?” She whispered in my ear.

Yes, Ms. Cynthia.” I said trembling. It seemed like a no brainer. I made her cum three times in less than an hour. I owed her four more and she was staying the night.

“That’s a good girl because I think I’ve figured out how we can get together when you make your Florida swing with LVMH…”

“What do you mean? That’s four weeks away!” I said starting to panic. “You’re sleeping over tonight.”

“Oh no, I’m afraid that’s not possible. I am flying back to Paris with two board members for our quarterly share holder review…”

“But you said…”

“I said, ‘How can I say no to you.’ Unfortunately, I have no choice.” I promise we can work out at least a couple days together in Florida. I have a vacation home in West Palm. A couple days on the beach should be quiet fulfilling.

She smiled and removed her hand from my flaming pussy.

“Oh, that is cruel, Ms. Cynthia. We can’t even have a phone session for four weeks?”

“Sure, we can Ms. Carmichael, under the condition that you do not reach orgasm until you pay your debt.”

“That’s very helpful. Why do you want to torture me? I thought you enjoyed our session here today. Why punish me?”

“Why think of it as punishment? Think of the anticipation Ms. Carmichael.” She gripped my naked ass with both hands and kissed my deeply.

She released me, scooped up her handbag and laptop and marched for the door. I cowered behind her desk as she gripped the doorknob. I imagined her whipping the door open for all the world to see.

“It’s quiet exhilarating, wearing your panties Ms. Carmichael, knowing where they just were. I would love to watch you dress, but I really must go. I will replay today in my mind many times between now and Florida. Thank you so much.

She stepped out and closed the door. I wanted to masturbate right there on the spot after she just revved me up. I picked my clothes up and got dressed as I pondered four weeks. It did not matter that I had far surpassed the four week mark many times in the college years without even an afterthought. But Cynthia released the horny little slut in me and four weeks now seemed like an eternity…

To be continued.

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