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Most mornings she woke were uneventful. This time she was not so lucky.
A week after the dinner, her doctor had proudly announced to the patients during lunch that their branch had been favored. The company was awarding them with a hefty sum of money to make further advancements and discoveries. Two things popped into her mind when she heard this. One was surprise that there were other branches of the company. The second was nervous curiosity as to what these advancements would be.
Now three weeks after that award, with nothing changed, she dismissed it from her mind. Only for it to bulldoze its way back in. She was in a new room. Her hands and feet were shackled more tightly than usual and her torso was restrained as well. Her mouth was taped shut. The room was brightly lit.
She saw her doctor and a few others in scrubs and surgical gear conversing over a clipboard ten feet away.
The room was cold and her pink nipples stood erect and rock hard. As she looked around her eyes found what she had dreaded. A small metal table next to her containing lots of sharp, unfriendly looking surgical instruments.
She screamed. The doctors, now aware she was awake surrounded her. Apparently one was in training. “A drug was injected into another patient, 86, I believe. Its main effects are aggresive behavior including violence, and an increased sex drive,” said her doctor. “How increased?” Asked the trainee. “It increases about 10 fold, and in our case he raped patient 92. He tried to control himself but was unable. We’ll be injecting a similar but much more mild drug into her after the surgery.” Surgery. Her stomach was in knots.
After applying antiseptic and heavy pain killers, a doctor picked up a surgical knife. He cut into her abdomen.
She released a scream through the tape. Of course, she couldn’t feel much, but the violation of the knife was too much. Her doctor picked up a little blue pouch. He affixed it somehow in her, pushing it low right above the pubic bone. They sewed her back up and knocked her out with some sedatives.
When she woke she was still on the table. Only now it was just three doctors; hers, the trainee, and another. She could see a small rise above her crotch where the packet was, and the stitches were still there. She was now hooked up to an IV. “We wont activate the packet untill her stitches are gone. And now that I think about it we better not give her the drug till then too,” said her doctor.
For a long time, she spent her days sleeping on that table, healing, unallowed to move much. She was fed well and bathed, but she was kept on the table at all times. Finally the time came that they could remove the stitches. Then her doctor took a very long, big needle. “This will allow the packet to begin disolving. The chemical will be dispersed steadily, and constantly. Movement will cause a short period of rapid disolving.” The trainee nodded as he plunged the needle into the bump above her crotch. Next he picked up a smaller syringe. “This is the milder form of the drug we gave 86.” He injected her. They undid her shackles and took her to her room. “You have no idea what’s coming,” her doctor said with an evil grin, “oh, and, everything should be in effect by lunch.” A strange tingling sensation was spreading into her around the packet, and it reminded her of the other chemicals they had used.
Then the drug began to take effect. Her opening dripped. She felt wild, violent, her skin felt hot as fire. She was rubbing her own breast before long, and her right hand trailed slowly down to her clit as she knelt on the floor. She sat on her hand, shoving her finger inside herself. She rocked and writhed and whimpered as she fingered herself and squeezed her breast. Suddenly, she hit an intense climax, and her juices soaked th floor. She moaned loudly.
“Having a good time I see.”
It was her doctor. He had been watching. She had lost track of time and he was here to take her to the cafeteria. She glared at him. She wanted to hurt him. Her skin began to burn. She stood up and began walking towards him.
He knew what to expect, and before she could plant her fist he had her shackled and bent over. “So you wanna play rough? I’ll show you rough.” He pulled out his cock and rubbe it around in her juices untill it was hard. Then he started teasing her opening with it, and she was soaked. A distinct sensation was really becomming apparent in her abdomen. He began to fuck her roughly. Without consideration for her comfort, he pounded into her. She came all over him. As he pounded into her she came again and again. “GET the FUCK OFF ME,” she shouted. It was the first time she had spoken since her arrival. He chuckled and kept ramming into her. She kept shouting and cursing at him as he led her through orgasms one after another. He finally came, and took the liberty of shoving his last stroke into her ass. He unloaded in there, and pulled away from her as he unshackled her. She glared at him and tried to swing a punch but he caught her fist. He dragged her struggling frame to the cafeteria and pushed her in, quickly closing the door before she could get out.
Usually she protected herself by laying low. But with this drug coursing through her veins, it was useless. She now felt a shattering burst of pleasure in her clit and abdomen with every movement.
She saw patient 86, who returned her glare. “What the fuck are you looking at!?” She shouted. Heads turned. 86 said nothing. She walked fiercely over to him and pushed him. His reaction was to full force shove her to the ground. This pissed her off. She bounced back up and lunged for him. He caught her and easily restrained her weak body, bending her over a bench. His body cupped around hers and she screamed and shouted as she felt his cock slip into her. He gave her a good hard fuck, and his come blasted into her as she came, still struggling and protesting, despite the fireworks erupting inside of her.  He dismounted and walked away. She shouted after him and was about to follow when she spotted patient 27 with his laid back smile and for some reason this pissed her off. She went for him and he had her on the floor in no time. Patient 12, recognizing her and curious about the noise had wandered over. He had an idea. He told 27 to sit on her chest and make her suck him while he fucked her. 27 agreed and shoved his cock into her mouth. She choked and felt her tongue feel around it hungrily as if it had a mind of its own. She traced the veins standing out on it with her tongue and sucked, before she realized what she was doing, and began to fight back. Patient 12 crouched on the ground and began ramming into her. He dove in and out as her come exploded out of her. She coarsely growled as she fought the sensation. Whatever was going on in her abdomen now was driving her crazy. She came all over 12s cock and before she realized what she was doing she was humping him back. He seemed to like this and was making satisfied sounds as he rammed into her. 27 emptied his load with a quiet moan into her mouth. She swallowed, unable to do much else. He got off her and 12 was now free to lay down on top of her. He bit her nipples and sucked on them as she fought back and came all over him against her will. The movement of her struggles only stimulated him more and he reached an incredible climax and soaked her with his seed.
She lay panting on the floor. As good as everything had felt, her body had taken quite a bit of abuse, and she was sore and ached. 
She stumbled over to a corner where she remained for the rest of lunch, shooting hateful stares at everyone that passed her.
When lunch ended, it was not her doctor who came to collect her, but another. He led her back to her room and shackled her and left. About twenty minutes later, her doctor showed up. “I heard you caused quite a bit of trouble at lunch,” he said, smiling. “Well, actually I watched. Saw everything on the camera. We can’t have that kind of behavior here, and I’d let you off with a warning, but something tells me that wouldn’t do any good. I’m afraid you’ll have to be punished.” With that, he left and returned with a large cart big enough to hold a human, equipped with shackles. He moved her with some struggle to it, and wheeled her out of the room and down the hall.
They reached a new room now, and in it, he pushed her cart against a wall and shackled it to some bars to prevent it from moving. The room was dimly lit.
Without warning, he smacked her full force across her face. The jolt made whatever chemical was in the packet disolve a little more, and pleasure erupted in her abdomen again. He hit her again, and again and again. He then reached off to the side and pressed a button on what appeared to be some sort of control panel. The whirling sound of machinery started up, and a black metal arm like the one he’d used on her when she first arrived came down from the darkness of the ceiling. On the end of it was a seven inch, thick dildo covered in little bumps. It started pounding into her. She yelped and almost instantly she came, her juices pouring out onto the cold metal table she lay on.
While this was happening, her doctor took a leather strap and whipped her left tit once, and she screamed in pain. It left a dark red streak. He whipped her again, a little harder this time. She screamed again, an tears streamed down her face.
He slapped her again, full force. A little blood tricked out of her nose.
The machine continued to ram into her. The table had a considerable pool of her fluids now.
He leaned over and planted a deep kiss on her mouth, and she whimpered. He grabbed her tits and squeezed hard, and she grit her teeth in pain.
He pressed a couple of buttons and the machine pulled away. He then unshackled her and flipped her over and re-cuffed her. She tried to fight, but she was weak.
He pressed a few buttons and the machine returned. A little pipe emerged from above the dildo and squirted a considerable amount of.lube onto her ass. Her doctor reached over and rubbed it, dipping his fingers in a bit, making sure she was well greased. He pressed a button and the machine began to fuck her as she screamed. She was in pain, but at the same time, having her abdomen (and thus the packet) press against the table made her come with the intensity of the sensation.
It kept fucking her ass and for a while all she felt from that was pain. But after a little bit she began to notice it was feeling kind of good. Before she could enjoy it much, though, he pressed a few buttons and it retreated.
He unshackled her, smacked her already sore ass once and carried her in his arms to her room. She was a mess. She was covered in her own come, and a little blood was smudged on here face where he had hit her. He laid her gently down on her table and more gently he shackled her. She made no resistance.
He sat at his desk and typed for about five minutes, and scribbled some things down on his clipboard. When he finished he unshackled her and carried her to the showers.
She lay panting. The drug had worn off and all she felt was the pleasure that the chemical stimulated. Besides that she was tired and disheartened. He turned on the warm water and brought over the long hose. He grabbed some soap and lathered her up, gently washing away the fluids. He used a wet washcloth to clean her face. She became drowsy, and his gentle washing was peaceful. In her current state, it wasn’t long before she was asleep. The idea of titty fucking her soaped up breasts crossed his mind, but he dismissed it. He dried her off and carried her sleeping body to her table, and shackled her, and left.
The next morning she woke very achey and sore. She was fed breakfast, and then her doctor came to give her news.
“We see fit that you should be allowed free-range of this floor. You are to stay on this floor only. We have cameras and someone is always watching. Should you leave this floor, you will be caught, restrained, and returned to your room. All potential weapons are locked up, so don’t even bother trying.” He smiled and turned to leave, but remembered something. “One more thing,” he added, “you are welcome in any room, any patients room you like. With the exception of new patients, whose doors require a key anyway, and are locked. There is one other girl on this floor, I believe. Why don’t you go find her?” With that he left. She sat there for a second, considering. There was one other girl. Was she like her? Was she as desperate for freedom? She wouldn’t be a new patient if she was allowed visitors, so maybe she was like 27 or something, and happy in her surroundings. She turned things over in her mind a bit more and decided to go find her. She walked down the halls, and when she passed a patients room she saw a lable by the door that told the number, gender, and age of the patient, including assorted information like blood type or medical conditions, etc. She walked a long time, taking random turns, and passed four males before she found a door with a lable next to it that said “PATIENT 34; FEMALE; AGE: 22”.
She looked at the lable for a while, and finally, seeing no reason not to, she opted to go in.
She stepped in a room almost identical to hers, except there were a few bins filled with what she assumed to be 34s belongings and the room was well lit. A young woman turned to see her. She was slender, with small but nicely shaped breasts, and had long dark hair and brown eyes. She grinned when she saw 92. “Well hey there. They told me about you. Actually I see you in the lunch room a lot. You’re the quiet one aren’t you?” 92, as if to answer the question, didn’t respond. 34 chuckled and walked over to her and took her by the arm. “Well come in, I was just messing around with some puzzles. They give you those to guage your intelligence and skills you know. And to see how it varies depending on your current state.” She led 92 in by the arm, and she saw that what 34 was currently fiddling with was a complex puzzle box. She became interested, and glancing at 34 she sat down on the floor and began working with it. 34 sat and watched as she undid hinges and slid plates and pulled levers with ease. But her eyes didn’t watch her hands. They watched her body. 92 was oblivious as 34s eyes hungrily traced her gentle curves, milky fair skin and long silky hair. The rested on her round, firm breasts. Her pink nipples were perfectly shaped, about an inch and a half in diameter. 34 stood and walked over to the bins and picked something out of them, but 92 didn’t see, absorbed in the puzzle and feeling slightly safer in the presence of another female. She was sadly mistaken.
Before she could react, 34 had tackled her and cuffed her to the leg of the table. She flailed and screamed and writhed, and a sad realization that she was safe with no one in this building.
34 stood looking down at her, smiling, proud of her work. She kneeled by her side and stroked her hair. “Shhh,” she said like all the others, “it’s okay. It won’t last too long. Just relax.” She leaned down and began to gently suck on her nipple. 92s breasts were still very sensitive and sore from the beating they took the night before, and this increased tenderness made the sucking feel all the more intense. She flicked her tongue around the nipple, sucking and licking and she massaged the other breast. She dragged over a pair of very heavy weights and shackled 92s feet to them, spreading apart her legs. She returned to her breasts and licked and sucked and then began to kiss her way down to 92s abdomen. She saw the tiny lump above her crotch. “Ohh, I heard about these…they’re new. I wonder how it feels when I do this?” She pressed her finger directly on the tiny rise in skin. 92 groaned. The sensation began to spread faster. Rather than massage her clit, 34 rubbed and pushed on the packet, watching, totally fascinated, as the helpless girls eyes bulged and her jaw dropped. Her opening became soaked, ready for the pounding it was going to receive. She lowered her head to the other girls crotch, and began to steadily lick up her juices as she kept massaging her abdomen.
Her eyes brightened with the glow of a sudden idea and she hopped up and ran to the bins. She returned with a wireless vibrator, and turned it on and pushed it onto the little bump below 92s abdomen. She began rubbing it in circles, and 92 let out a loud cry as an orgasm rocked her body and her vaginal muscles repeatedly contracted as juices poured out of her. This was what 34 was looking for, and she licked them up. She then got up and grabbed a strap on, arranged it on herself and returned to finger 92 a little while longer before she laid herself on the panting girl and readied herself at the opening. 92 opened her eyes, and 34 smiled at her. “Think you can take me?” she asked. “It has nothing to do with the strap on. I know what to do with it.” And with that she shoved it in and began fucking. Never once did she forget to keep massaging the packet. 92 wondered if it was even safe to force it to release that much of the chemical into her body in such a short period of time.
34 began to twist her hips, making circles and shaking her ass from side to side. 92 cried out as she reached orgasm after orgasm. Finally, 34 removed the strapon and gave it a lick before tossing it to the side.
She rammed her clit up against 92s, rocking her hips from side to side, massaging them both as she moaned and rubbed 92s breasts. She ran off again and returned with a long, flexible rubber two way, and inserted one end into herself and one into 92. With it fully shoved in both of them, she began to rotate her hips, massaging the girls clit with her own at the same time. She began thrusting as well, and she carried them both to an orgasm. They came simultaneously and their juices mixed as she rubbed herself against the other girl. She grabbed the vibrator and began using it on the packet as she fucked her, moaning and crying out in pleasure. They both came again once more, and panting, she hung her head and laid down on 92. After a few minutes of holding her close to her, their tits pushed together, she got up and let 92 go. She lay there staring at the ceiling for a moment, and then jumped up and bolted. 34 stood watching with her hands on her hips and laughed.
Later that night, when her doctor led her to her table and shackled her, he chuckled and said, “I saw the trouble you got into today. I was watching on the cameras.” 92 looked up at him with a ‘don’t talk about it’ expression. He understood and was about to turn to leave, smiling, when something caught his eye. “Woah,” he said, “what did she DO to you?” The raise in her skin was gone. 34 had forced all of the packet to disolve. It was completely gone.
He burst out laughing. She stared curiously as he caught his breath. “That packet,” he explained, “wasn’t supposed to be gone for another week and a half. How are you still alive? I would think you’d have orgasmed to death.” He found this hilarious and burst out laughing again. He glanced at her and winked. “Hopefully you won’t tire of me after all that,” he said jokingly. He turned and left, and exhausted, she fell asleep.

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Jess set up the video camera so that it was facing her roommate’s bed. This should be fun, she thought, as she adjusted the angle just right. Her classes were done for the day, but Melanie wouldn’t be back for another half-hour.

Her tight-fitting shirt and jeans discarded, Jess moved about the tiny dorm room in her usual underwear, a lacy demi bra and matching thong. Her see-through thong did very little to hide her thin patch of hair or pussy lips. Jess’ bra was also sheer, showcasing her ample 34D’s. Her nipples were too large to be hidden by a demi bra, resulting in a good deal of her pale areolas exposed.

Jess checked her strawberry blond hair in the mirror. It was wavy, and almost long enough to cover her breasts. There was a twinkle in her blue eyes and a mischievous grin when she thought of her plans for Melanie. The soft bondage ropes were already tied to the corners of the bed, and a vibrator was on her roommate’s pillow. And she had a surprise that Mel would never see coming. All she had to do now was wait.

It was 45 minutes before Melanie finally walked through the door, tossing her backpack on the floor. “I had to do some serious flirting to get my grade on that test up to a B. I don’t think I can make it through the semester without at least giving him a blowjob. How was your-” She cut off when she saw the camera. “Well now,” she continued, eying first Jess’ seductive outfit then the ropes, “aren’t you optimistic! What kind of a girl do you think I am?”

“I know exactly what kind of a girl you are,” Jess said as she walked up to Mel and pulled her shirt off. Melanie slid her hands down to Jess’ waist as Jess admired her roommate’s perfect 34B breasts, contained in her red bra. Jess unzipped Melanie’s skirt, letting it fall to the floor. The matching g-string left almost nothing to the imagination. It didn’t even hide the cute freckle next to her clit. “You’re a dirty slut, but you’re my dirty slut,” she said playfully. With that, Melanie’s g-string fell to the floor and she let Jess push her onto the bed.

The two girls kissed passionately as Jess tied the ropes to Melanie’s wrists. Her lips moved slowly down her body, lingering on her cleavage. With a twist of the front clasp, Melanie’s breasts were exposed, her nipples already hard. Jess ran her tongue over them, then continued down Mel’s stomach, and stopped to kiss the freckle. “This is by far the cutest part of your whole body.”

“Stop teasing me, Jess, please,” Melanie whispered. “Lick me.”

“Oh, I haven’t started to tease you yet!” Jess skipped her friend’s pussy and went down her long smooth legs, kissing them all the way down to her ankles. Then she brought up more rope and tied the ankles. Now Mel was completely tied, spread eagle, on the bed. Jess’ hand brushed across Melanie’s breast as she got up and went to the camera. Checking the picture, she let out a sigh of pleasure as she saw her captive centered on the screen. Jess picked up the vibrator and turned it on, knowing it was her roommate’s favorite toy. She brought the toy lower, almost touching Mel’s clit, then said, “Now I’m going to tease you!”

Standing up, Jess removed her damp panties. She straddled her captive and brought the vibrator to her own wet pussy. It set her senses on fire, and she moaned softly. Melanie looked at her longingly as Jess rubbed the toy along her pussy lips, stopping at her clit. She had been waiting all afternoon for this, so she knew her first orgasm would come quickly.

Watching her naked friend squirm, Jess rubbed her breasts and started rocking against the vibrator. With a gasp, Jess convulsed, as her orgasm sent waves of pleasure through her. Once the waves had subsided, she ran the buzzing toy, now wet with her juices, across Mel’s hard nipples. “I suppose it’s your turn, my dear.”

Her body bucking against the restraints, Melanie moaned as the vibrator was pressed into her pussy. She was so horny and wet, the toy slid in easily. Jess set it on its lowest setting, and toyed with her roommate’s nipples. “Do you want me to turn it up?” She asked teasingly. Melanie whimpered that she did, but then there was a knock at the door.

“Ignore it, please,” Melanie whispered. Jess got up anyways, leaving her friend exposed and bound, with the toy still set too low. Jess didn’t even seem to notice that she was only in her bra as she opened the door, revealing an athletic boy on the other side.

The boy looked her up and down and asked, “Am I too late?”

“You couldn’t have timed it better!” Jess let him in and shut the door. “Mel, you remember Tom, don’t you? You must, especially after what you let him do to you last week.” Melanie moaned, and thrashed against her restraints. “I’d love to help you, but I promised Tom that we could have some fun first.”

Jess helped Tom with his shirt and pants, and he removed her bra. “I don’t mind at all if you watch,” she teased, as she led Tom to her bed. Tom laid down, and Jess got on top of him with her hips above his head. She pulled down his boxers and released his hard cock. It was average in size, but perfectly formed. She sucked on the head, and let out a loud moan as Tom started licking her pussy lips.

Melanie was starting to sweat as she watched longingly. Knowing her roommate’s desires only made Jess more aroused, and she started hungrily sucking on Tom. The harder she sucked, the faster Tom licked. Just when she thought her pleasure couldn’t grow stronger, she felt a finger in her pussy, followed by another in her ass. It overcame her in a wave, and Jess cried out as she came hard over Tom’s face.

“I’m being too mean, aren’t I?” Jess got up and walked to Melanie’s bed. Straddling her roommate, she pinched Melanie’s exposed nipples, then reached for the vibrator. She moved it slowly in and out, watching her prisoner squirm against it. She let go of the vibrator, leaving it in Melanie, and still set too low. Jess rubbed her body against her roommate, loving the feel of their naked skin together.

Tom got on the bed behind Jess and grabbed her hips. She reached under him and guided his throbbing cock into her. Tom started slow, but Jess was so wet that he was immediately able to bury his cock inside her. He began to thrust faster, and the dorm bed started squeaking under their weight. Jess looked over at the camera, she could see herself in the tiny screen, her tits bouncing over Melanie’s face, which was panting and covered in sweat. Tom squeezed her ass cheeks, and Jess pushed against his cock. “Please,” Melanie whispered. Tom responded by leaning over and grabbing the bound girl’s breasts, squeezing as he thrust. She moaned loudly, and Jess was worried that Mel would cum too soon.

Jess forced Tom’s hands to her hips and moaned, “Fuck me, Tom.” Tom started thrusting faster, and Jess could feel the pressure building in her. “Fuck me, fuck me!” She repeated, louder and louder until she was yelling. Tom grunted as he pounded his cock into her, and Jess screamed as her third orgasm struck her. She collapsed on top of Melanie, sweaty and exhausted.

“I’m done, but Tom hasn’t cum yet. It would be rude not to take care of our guest.” Melanie began to plead with Jess, but she cut her off with a finger on her lips. “Once you take care of him, I’ll untie you.”

With that, Tom positioned himself so that his dick was in front of Melanie’s face. She opened her mouth and started sucking Jess’ juices off of it, desperate for the release that would follow. Jess quickly made sure the camera was catching all the action, because she knew it wouldn’t take long given how hard Tom had fucked her. She was right. Barely a minute later Tom let out a long moan and shot a huge stream into Melanie’s mouth.

Jess grabbed the pulsing cock and directed the other streams onto Melanie’s tits. She licked the last drop off of his cock and thanked him for his participation. Then to Melanie’s relief, Jess finally untied a wrist strap.

Melanie responded by spitting most of Tom’s cum on her captor’s face. Jess wasn’t surprised, she had earned it. Then Melanie’s hand reached for the vibrator and turned it up. Jess started licking the cum off of Melanie’s nipples, and Melanie started shoving the toy in and out of her dripping pussy.

She started moaning, and grinding into the toy harder and harder. Finally, with a sharp cry, Melanie started convulsing with the most powerful orgasm she’d ever experienced. Wave after wave struck her, so powerful she almost blacked out.

Once the intense pleasure had subsided, she took out the vibrator. and stuck it in Jess’ mouth. Jess started licking the juices off, as Melanie untied her other hand. Once it was free, Melanie slapped Jess hard across the face. Then she grabbed her roommate by the hair and started licking the cum off her face. She and Jess kissed, sharing Tom’s cum, then Melanie bit Jess’ earlobe – a little harder than she usually did – and whispered, “That may have been the best orgasm of my life, but don’t think you’re not in trouble. I’ll have my revenge.”

Jess believed her, and wondered if it would be as much fun. Even if it wasn’t, at least she could watch it again whenever she wanted.

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I finally finished it…

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The sequel to the sequel/the end
This may seemed a little rushed,
I was trying to finish it quickly.
Please comment/rate if you like it!
Now, enjoy.

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Blackjack! Part 3
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In a crack in the doorway was his aunt, stark naked, with one hand rubbing her massive tits, the other buried deep in her pussy. Her eyes were half closed, with her mouth wide open. It was quite a sight. Her eyes opened fully and she looked through the crack. When she caught us staring at her, her expression changed completely. She suddenly had a very angry look on her face, and she put her arms by her side.

She then burst into the room and started yelling, “WHAT DO YOU TWO THINK YOU ARE DOING? I THOUGHT I SAID NO ONE WAS HAVING SEX TONIGHT! YOU ARE COUSINS! WHAT YOU HAVE JUST DONE IS ILLEGAL!” He felt a bit scared of her as she continued to shout at them. When she had finished her rant, we stood there looking sheepish. Annie’s tits were still covered in cum. Dan noticed that Amanda’s pussy looked rather moist, considering the mood she seemed to be in. Her nipples also seemed quite erect.

Seeing his naked aunt again tonight made Dan’s cock spring back into life, and soon enough it was 7 inches again. He caught Amanda glancing at it quite a few times as we stood in silence.
After a while Annie gained some confidence. “Why were you fingering yourself earlier?” she said, boldly.
“What! How dare you! I was not doing anything of the sort! I am disgusted from your behavior young lady.” Amanda snapped back. Annie’s comment seemed to give Dan a little confidence also.
“Yes you were. You were looking at us while rubbing your tits and fingering yourself just a minute ago.” he said.
“You shut up! You’re turning my daughter, your own cousin into a whore!” Amanda replied.
“Look, let me show what you were doing.” he said, hoping giving Amanda some attention would stop this stupid act.

While she was still stuttering and protesting, Dan walked up to her and casually reached for her massive juicy tits. He had wanted to do this ever since he first saw the gorgeous globes on her chest. He squeezed the milky flesh around the areolas, and then began to tweak the nipples. He also made sure to press his rock hard cock into her stomach. At first she moaned softly and arched her back. But then she remembered that she was meant to be angry.

“What do you think you are doing? How dare you! I am your aunt! Get your hands off me!” she protested, trying to wave Dan’s hands away. As she tried to get his hands off her beautiful tits, Annie said, “C’mon mum, we know you like it. And we know you liked watching us have sex. Just relax and have a good time. Besides, it’s not illegal if no one finds out.”

Amanda seemed to give Annie’s comment a little thought. As she thought Dan continued to rub her juicy breasts. Another soft moan escaped her lips. Dan then leant forward and planted a long, wet kiss onto her lips. At first she was hesitant, but then she finally gave in, opening her mouth wide with Dan’s, their tongues dancing in the hot moist caves of their mouths. She weaved in and out his teeth, as he did the same with hers; she ran her tongue along his gums, licking the inside of his mouth. Their tongues then wrestled between their mouths, before Dan won by pressing her tongue to the bottom of her jaw. All the while Dan still played with her beautiful tits.

Before long Amanda broke the kiss and took hold of Dan’s large cock. It was still soaked in juices from Annie’s pussy. She stroked it slowly, up and down its huge length. Dan moaned as his cock received a great massage from his aunt. He’d been waiting for this the whole night.

As he stood there, Dan suddenly leaned forward and casually started sucking on Amanda’s left nipple. It was very erect and the areolas around it were bumpy and hard. He waited to see how Amanda would react. He heard her give a slight moan, so he carried on. After giving her left breast a good licking, he moved to her right tit, where it got the same treatment. He moaned around Amanda’s nipple as she continued to stroke Dan’s cock.

While this was going on, Amanda noticed Annie sat on the bed, rubbing her pussy, her tits still covered in semen. She quickly motioned her to come over. Annie got up and trotted over to her mother, planting a long wet kiss on her lips. Amanda noticed how she was much less aggressive than Dan. He was a good kisser, but Annie was much tenderer, making the kiss much more passionate and loving. Amanda had never imagined of being a lesbian, or even bisexual, but this kiss with her beautiful daughter certainly made her consider it.

Before long Amanda broke the kiss and bent down slightly. Without a word, she stuck out her tongue and began licking Annie’s firm perky boobs, sucking all of Dan’s cum off of them. It was still hot and tasted salty. Amanda made sure to lick up all the cum, swallowing everything. A she did this, her free hand wandered down below and slipped into her soaked pussy, making her moan on Annie’s tits. All the while she stroked Dan’s rock hard pole as he continued to suck her tits.

After a while, Amanda pushed Annie away and brought Dan’s head from her boobs. She then started to kiss his tanned muscular chest, working her way down past his flat stomach, finally reaching his stiff penis. She then kissed around the mushroom-shaped head, then down to the shaft. She then gave his balls a few licks, before slipping the head into her hot wet mouth, bringing another moan from Dan. She swirled her tongue around the sensitive head and pushed her head forward, inserting a few inches of his shaft into her mouth. She kept her eyes focused on his, never breaking eye contact as she continued to swallow more of his large member.

Amanda was a good cock sucker. She must’ve had a lot of experience from Annie’s father. Luckily Dan had already cummed once tonight, so he didn’t cum straight away. She started bobbing her head up and down, using her tongue to stimulate the over-sensitive head of Dan’s cock. Dan moaned as she managed to fit all of his 7 inches into her warm mouth, the tip of his stiff member touching the back of Amanda’s throat. She then pulled all of it out, making a loud pop as the head ran through her tightly closed lips.

Dan then remembered another thing he had wanted to do to Amanda, so he told her get up and lie on the bed. She did so and he got up and straddled her stomach, his dick landing just short of her incredibly large breasts. They were so big and juicy; he just had to do this. He then positioned himself so his penis was just above her tits. He then parted them and stuck his cock in the wide valley between them.

Amanda had worked out what he was attempting and so she waved his hands away and grabbed hold of her boobs. She then pushed the round fleshy lumps together, and Dan’s cock disappeared between them. Dan then regained his senses and started to thrust his cock in and out of her tits, like they were her vagina. In and out he kept thrusting, building up into a very fast rhythm.

While he did this, Annie came up behind him and found her mother’s warm moist pussy. She could clearly see the stimulated clitoris poking through Amanda’s tight vagina lips. She gave it a few rubs before inserting her index finger straight into her mother’s pussy. From the moan at the top of the bed, she got the impression that Amanda enjoyed it. She continued to pump her finger in and out of Amanda’s tight wet cunt, adding another finger, her body shaking violently from the wild titty fuck she was receiving from Dan.

Amanda then opened her mouth wide and stuck her tongue out. Each time Dan thrust in, she gave the tip of his cock a small lick. She squeezed her tits together even tighter, bringing Dan closer and closer to his climax. The feeling of Amanda’s beautiful tits, added with her licking of his cock and the picture he saw in front of him, Dan felt the cum burst out of his balls. He felt the tingle as it ran through his shaft, spurting straight out of the large swollen head.

Dan moaned as he sprayed his cum all over his auntie’s face. Her mouth was already open, so some went in it. Some landed on her tongue, her cheek and her forehead. Her face was covered. While Dan came, Annie also sent Amanda over the edge, and so both Dan and Amanda cummed at the same time. While she was moaning her face kept getting splattered with cum.

Finally the thick white ropes stopped exploding out of Dan’s cock. Dan got up and left Amanda lying on the bed. He watched as she licked all the cum around her mouth, then used her fingers to spoon the rest of it into her mouth. Once Amanda’s face was clear of cum, she swirled her mouth around a bit and then finally stuck her tongue out, to show all of Dan’s cum, cupped on her tongue.

Dan then picked up his camera and quickly took a picture of Amanda’s cum filled mouth. Then Annie came over and gave her mother another big wet kiss on the lips. Dan continued to take pictures as Amanda shared her nephew’s semen with her daughter. A few times they pulled the kiss apart slightly, exposing the thick strands of white between their mouths.

Once they had finished, Dan took pictures of them both sticking out their tongues that were covered in sticky cum. They both swallowed it all and lied back down on the bed. The pictures turned him on so much that his cock was hard again within seconds. Dan wasn’t done yet. He set the camera to video mode and rested it on the desk in his room. He then walked over to Amanda and made her get up.

He bent her over the bed, so her ass was poking out and he could see her puffy vagina lips poking through. He then got in position behind her and rubbed his cock on her sensitive clit. He then guided his cock into Amanda’s tight pink cunt. She was very tight for a married woman with three children. Not as tight as Annie though. Luckily, the previous blowjob she had given Dan; combined with his precum and the juices from her previous orgasm made it easier for Dan to slip his cock into her warm pussy.

Dan felt brilliant. He was fucking his aunt from behind! He gradually eased his cock into her well lubricated pussy, bringing moans of pleasure from Amanda. She had never had this from Richard. Not as good as this. He was getting old and couldn’t get hard as much. Plus, his cock was slightly smaller, so he could never fill Amanda up and fully satisfy her. Dan’s cock however, was just right. It was young and big and hard, bursting with sensitivity, ready to fuck anything that moved.

Soon enough Amanda felt Dan’s massive penis tickle her womb. He was ball deep in her and she was loving every second of it. Finally, she felt full up, like she couldn’t possibly fit anymore penis into her pussy. She was satisfied. She then felt Dan slowly pull out of her. Just as he was down to the last inch, he slammed back into her, making her moan loudly in ecstasy. He repeated this, his pace speeding up with each thrust.

After another orgasm from Amanda and several more minutes more, she got a new idea. She told Dan to stop and pull out. After seeing his disappointed look, she reassured him that he’d soon be fucking her again. He then smiled again and pulled out.

Amanda then pulled herself onto the bed so she was on all fours, her ass still wiggling in the air hanging off the bed. She then said in her sexiest voice to Dan, “Now, fuck my asshole.” As she said this, she reached behind her and spread her tight virgin anus in Dan’s face. Dan couldn’t have been more happy to oblige. He licked her ass out first and then pushed his cock into her.

Amanda winced in pain as she felt the large intruder enter her ass. Dan pushed until just the head was in. He felt her ass stretch to accommodate his cock. Once he was ready, he pushed further in. Again, Amanda moaned in slight pain, but this time there was more pleasure in it. As Dan forced more of his cock in, she moaned more in pleasure than pain. By the time he was all the way in, she felt no pain at all.

Dan then, like with her pussy, pulled out of her and then rammed his cock back in. She moaned in pleasure at this, and he continued to repeat this. By now, Annie had calmed down and so Amanda beckoned her over. Annie crossed the bed to see her mother being fucked anally by her cousin. Amanda then made Annie lie down in front of her. She did so and Amanda the licked Annie’s sweet teenage pussy as Dan fucked her ass. Annie moaned in pleasure as her mother sucked on her tight pink cunt.

After a while, Annie began to shake violently. She flooded Amanda’s mouth with her sweet teenage juices. Amanda simply swallowed them all up. Just then, Dan pulled out of Amanda’s ass. Amanda was surprised at first, but then realized he was about to cum. She pulled Annie up and they lied next to each other at the top of the bed.

Dan quickly grabbed his camera and continued to rub his cock up and down. He jumped onto the bed and stood over Annie and Amanda, still jerking his cock off. He continued to film his naked cousin and aunt, smiling at the camera lying on the bed.

Soon enough, he felt his balls tingle and his cock rumbled. “Here it comes!” he yelled, just as a massive stream of thick white semen erupted out of his cock and landed on Annie’s sweet face, covering her tits as well. He continued to spurt more cum out, more than both the last times put together. He covered both of the girls entirely. He covered all of their faces, inside their mouths, their tits and their stomachs. As the last of the cum dribbled from his cock, he covered their long smooth legs before taking one last picture, and collapsing between them, exhausted. His head landed on Amanda’s massive tits, acting like a cushion.

He slept for the rest of the night on his bed with his naked cousin and aunt covered in his semen. When he woke up he gave the girls another good fuck, before taking a threesome shower, in which lots of oral sex took place.

After they’d all had breakfast, Amanda managed to get through to a repair man, who came and took her car away to be fixed. Before she left, both the girls got dressed in my sister’s clothes. Now, my sister is 11. They both picked out a tight white school shirt that was far too small for both of them. They tied up the bottom also, showing off their flat toned tummies. None of them wore a bra, meaning Amanda’s t shirt only covered up half her tits and that was it. They both also put on a short black pleated skirt that only covered half their asses; as well as their sexy heels from last night. I’m sure my sister wouldn’t mind.

The girls both kissed me, quite passionately, goodbye and then went with the repairman in his lorry. After they’d gone, I decided to put the stuff on my camera onto my laptop. I hid the files deep in my laptop’s hard drive, where no one but me would ever find them. While going through the pictures, I found a few that I didn’t remember taking. It showed me asleep, but the girls were kneeling, opposite each other. They had their bodies pressed against each other. In the next photo, however, they had pulled apart slightly, leaving loads of white sticky goo between them. They had pressed their cum covered bodies together. This turned me on so much, I had a wank.

The End.

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It is about a poor childless young black couple that desperately wants a child and the wife is unable to conceive. My wife is so good at having children, and we already have six! She has offered herself through a local service then finds out that the couple in need is black!

The Sexual Surrogate

There is just something that is so sinfully erotic about pregnant white women who’s lovers, are black that is so appealing! To see pictures of an attractive naked white women knocked up with child,.. in the arms romantically of black men can be a most stimulating sinful experience! There are even white women that fantasize about having black seed pumped into their ripe and ready wombs and becoming pregnant by them!
This story is set in the 70s and is about a poor childless young black couple that desperately wants a child and the wife is unable to conceive. My wife is so good at having children, and we already have six! She has offered herself through a local service in one of the depressed parts of the city that specializes in sexual surrogate mothers, and has agreed to be one. Then finds out after doing so that the couple in need of such a service is black! After the initial shock and the fact she has already committed herself to doing this selfless thing cannot seem to back out, nor does she want to! On top of this, the first of several attempts at artificial insemination have not been successful and apparently can not be done this way? So a decision has been made to do it by actual sexual intercourse the old fashion way!

For most this would have easily been a deal breaker, but my wife is still a young looking 28 year old woman that is horny as hell and always looking for sexual adventure, along with the fact that she has had numerous sexual fantasy’s about sex with black men,! But they have all just been fantasy’s and would never under normal circumstances do anything like this,.. so willingly. However for her to have another child, something she wants almost as bad as this young black couple has helped make this decision that much easier! The other reason was the fact that our family doctor after a routine examination has told her that he thinks she might be a candidate for cervical cancer and has recommended she see a specialist, one that would if needed could preform the required surgery leaving her no longer with the ability to bare children, this has really scared her, and if she was indeed a candidate for this, that her biological clock was ticking and at best had, only several more years to consider childbirth!

He has also told her other things that has easily effected her decision. One is the fact that he, as our family doctor was quite complimentary about her ability to bare children, and that it would be a shame if this surgery was required leaving her unable to conceive, as not only did she do this very well ( Having Babies)! She, which I could certainly attest to was also very good at making them! So much so that she could actually tell you the date time, and place including the circumstances when each of our children were conceived! So for her to do this selfless thing has become ever more urgent and now an ever more appealing obsession!

At first she has gone to the couples apartment, to meet them, it was in an all black low income suburb of the city. The fact that she is a white woman that has willingly agreed to have sex with a black man, and to have his child, is the… talk around the neighborhood! The word has gotten out to the locals and the gossip has been rampant so that when she arrives at the couples place, several of the neighbors are standing around trying to catch a glimpse of her!
The fact that she is an attractive dark haired shapely young white woman is not lost at all, especially as most of the couples black friends, and many of his black brothers had assumed she would be unattractive homely and quite over weight!

After meeting this couple in person, Darryl and Nina. My wife Deanna has fallen in love with them only wanting to help even more. The fact that her husband is a hansom man with a forceful charming personality is even better, and his wife this young black woman, kept telling her how much she/ they appreciated her selfless commitment to do such a wonderful thing for a poor black couple like them, ones she did not even know!….
At first the intimate consummation sessions were set up by the clinic, they Darryl and her would meet there and would have a clean clinical private room where sexual intercourse would take place! My wife being somewhat reluctant at first, but with a nurse assisting and both finally naked it quickly became an awkward and uncomfortable situation!

They both were not sure what to do, should she just lay there and take it? Should they hug and kiss?.. Should there be some sort of romance, or would some kind of kinky sex be in order! This was something that for my wife was a big part of our sex life, ..her having sex, and babies? Was all of the kinky perverted exciting sexual encounters we had experienced in the past part of it, apparently so? As this was certainly not romance a first date or even kinky sex, it was suppose to be a professional and purposeful meeting to consummate a child for what everyone thought would be the greater good!

My wife’s first impression was that this was not going to work! As it just did not feel right, with no kinky or romantic sex? Especially in the dull clinic setting, but after she saw him naked and that he possessed a cock that was most appealing in size and shape and one very much like she had fantasized about! She was now more than willing than ever to give these sessions more than just a casual try, and him the benefit of the doubt! My wife like other women had fantasy’s about large cocks even as a young woman in puberty, and had also heard all of the stereotypical stories that black men possessed large appendages and could provide rough harsh kinky and prolonged sex! Something she had fantasized about!
The truth was that many black men did not have, nor could they provide the kind of sexually perverse things that many of these women craved, but this young black woman’s husband had the forceful interest, and a cock that was more than adequate!

Then after several sessions in the uninspiring sterile clinic one that had no atmosphere for romance or kinky sex with Darryl, and all of the sessions being with rather plain missionary sex, although they were quite an enjoyable fucking! My wife really wanting to help has tried to put her all into it and do her best, she has used several of her most delicious black cock fantasy’s to help, but even with her most perverted ones of kinky humiliating sex in public she is still unable to conceive?.
Apparently the thought was that he, this woman’s husband might also be marginally impotent himself!
So my wife came up with the bright idea that they should have a real date together? One of kinky perverted sexual debauchery and see if this and a different setting or atmosphere might be the solution?. I had given her my blessing encouraging her to do so, and Darryl’s wife Nina also encouraged them to try it!… I wanted her to enjoy both her sexual fantasy’s and motherhood, as this was something she really wanted!

This is also the point where I planned to hatch the first part of my devious plan, and help make her fantasy about black men come true in spades pardon the pun, and be ever so more exciting and appealing to her!

I had told my wife the clinic called,.. part of which was true and had suggested that because she seemed unable to conceive, should see a doctor that specialized in interracial pregnancies to make sure she had no problem with her ability to conceive?

So, I put this part of my devious plan into action and had asked a black friend of mine that enjoyed the company of attractive white women, one that my wife had never met. He would be in town for several weeks or so, and was more than willing to help. His name Reginald, “Reggie”. One of the first black men to become an officer in the US Air force back in the 50s , and was now flying for the airlines, he had told me a story some time ago about young women that were hired as stewardess that was quite amusing and of great interest, after hearing the story, I wanted to do something similar to my wife Deanna with his help of course, and with her wanting to become pregnant so badly this seemed to be the perfect opportunity, as in many ways she still was a very naive and gullible young woman !

The story he told me was, that several of the senior captains for TWA back in the early 60s had been staying at the same hotel as the new prospective girls that were to be hired as stewardess’s , this was in Kansas city, TWA’s hub at the time. They had made up official looking paper work and had a special messenger deliver them to each of the girls hotel rooms. What the message said was, that they were to report to a certain prearranged room supplied by the hotel where physicals were to take place! They, these senior captains all white men back then, had dressed up as doctors and of course being very distinguished older and professional looking to begin with, were easily able to fool and pull off a charade like this!
Great fun was had by them at the young women’s expense, as they had them strip naked and submit to all sorts of imaginary and humiliating physical tests as well as some really close inspection of their young female charms, along with being poked pulled on and fondled! It had been a sobering shock for some of these young women several years later when they were part of a new flight crew that had one of these distinguished looking doctors, that also happened to be the captain and aircraft commander!

Now you have to remember that back in those days the airlines only hired attractive young women not like today, they had to be a certain height and weight plus they needed to be shapely and hopefully bit worldly and ready for adventure, or at least this is what the airline had used in its promotional advertisements to help get the traveling public to fly! Many of the young women, those looking to be hired that were a bit older and more experienced, had also received the official looking request and did not respond thinking that it was some sort of mistake?

But quite a few did, especially the ones that were young naive and eager only wanting to please, these girls would do anything they thought was required in order to be hired. My wife had actually applied for one of these openings that TWA had offered, this was before we were married and could have easily been one of these girls, as she was certainly shapely enough. But also so innocently willing and naively stupid!. She never got hired even though she had been coached by one of the women that interviewed her, trying to help, and have her say all of the right things! As they really wanted to hire her! But she was a bit to naive and clueless at the time!

I certainly know about this as during the early 70s . I had been a service rep and had traveled a lot in California using PSA one of the commuter airlines at the time, that out did every other airline in hiring the most attractive women they could. On top of that they also had the girls wear the shortest possible miniskirts! Once at Ontario international airport on an early morning business commuter flight from Southern Calif to San Francisco at around 6:00AM I witnessed a most spectacular event caused by one of these PSA stews. She was an attractive shapely young “Blond” dressed in a pink & orange mini skirt and wearing orange Go Go Boots! She had walked through the concourse and by several business men, then had bent down to pick up her bag, and in doing so… ,….

One, morning business traveler had run into a closed glass door, another had tripped over unseen bags and a third had spit out very hot coffee not realizing how hot it was as his, and their attention was focused on this young woman’s incredibly shapely posterior that was now showing most all of it!
So now you know the mindset and had some idea of what was in store for my pretty young wife Deanna! I loved to plan things out. Most all of our kinky sex life had been at my insistence as my wife was a true submissive and she, had willingly allowed herself to be taken most anywhere and in many cases half naked bound and blindfolded as well, for sex!

The other thing that had happened was a magazine that was just starting to publish called “Black Bred” after hearing about my wife Deanna’s willingness to be a surrogate, had called and asked if we would be willing to participate in their publication? They wanted to do a feature story about this young couple and my wife? They also wanted pictures of all three and especially of Deanna naked, before during and after her pregnancy? I of course told them yes that they had our permission, but had not told Deanna as she loved to be surprise especially when it came to kinky sex, and boy would she be surprised about this!

She at my insistence has dressed wearing as little as possible with no bra or underwear and some incredibly hi heels for her first date with Darryl the black couples husband. I knowing that having a woman dressed like this would really turn on any man! I had also insisted she go to the doctors office wearing just this very revealing dress,.. as her date with Darryl would be right after and the doctors office was close to the night spot where they were to meet! The dress she had chosen was a light green color but very short shows a lot of her breasts and nipples, it also makes her hourglass figure look, well pretty much like whore! It is the kind of dress that black men love to see women like her wear, especially white women that are obviously out in the the black community looking for sex!

Reggie and I had talked a lot about the kind of kinky sexual situation that I wanted to see Deanna in, and this supposedly special physical seemed to be just right for what I had in mind! He was more than game to be apart of it, and said he could take care of all the details, he had enlisted a friend of his to help. This friend was also a former air force officer that was now a practicing gynecologist, one that specialized in female orgasmic disorders! He was certainly the perfect guy as he had acquired over the years a large antique medical collection. This entire collection of his was set up in an old professional building that had originally been used as medical offices! He, this doctor friend of Reggie’s was also quite interested and intrigued with assisting Reggie with our devious plan, and had given him the use of this old office and his antique medical collection. The good doctor was also very helpful and forth coming with details, an even more helpful tip’s as to certain procedures and the use of these old medical gynecology tools and equipment!

What was included in the collection, were actual usable and functional sterile medical items!. Several pumps with numerous nipple breast and clitoral attachments! A gigantic old stainless steel 30 mm Vaginal speculum with a winged nut adjustment that could open a woman up big enough for a base ball! Or a gigantic black cock head!

Saenger Obstetrical Forceps perfect for clit clamping! A vaginal dilator, several vibrators, a high tension adjustable buzz box, violet ray with glass wand and a electrical urethral & prostrate stimulator that was used with the buzz box, these last items would take perverted kinky sex play to a whole new level!
He had given Reggie some history and instruction in the use of the high tension pulsing buzz box, warning him not to exceed the red line!

Then went on to explain that during the late eighteen & early twentieth century, vaginal stimulation with numerous devices mostly electrical and vibratory were used for the treatment, of what was then called female hysteria! A condition that the black medical community still treated used, and embraced! It was a common and lucrative part of many physicians office practices, and Reggie’s doctor friend specialized in this procedure, especially for well to do white women!.

Female hysteria was a once-common medical diagnosis, found exclusively in women, which today for most doctors is no longer recognized as a disorder, essentially they were just horny unsatisfied women!. A physician back in the day was noted for claiming that a quarter of all women suffered from this sort of hysteria!. One American doctor had actually cataloged over 75 pages of possible symptoms of this condition, and called the list incomplete! According to the document, almost any ailment could fit the diagnosis for female hysteria!.
The treatment at the time was vaginal and clitoral stimulation The Latin word for it was Orgasmus Auto Arhythmia Instigo a term that many doctors used as a cover for what they were actually doing to these women! Or in other words it meant sexual stimulation by another, but in reality was only some form of masturbation by other than ones self!

They, Reggie and his doctor friend trying to make the building and office more realistic had changed the name on the doctors office door, and also in the lobby directory that read Reginald McNasuty OB/GYN, Specialist , a rather appropriate name under the circumstances. Reggie has also enlisted the help of one stewardess, she was an incredibly attractive barely 30 yr old black full blown lesbian named Joy, and she was to play the part of his nurse and receptionist!

Joy had actually gone through nursing school, but decided the adventure and travel of the airlines along with the opportunity to be around naive sexually unsure young women had much more appeal! The office although clean and well appointed was right out of the 1950s, and was in this old office building in the same depressed area of the city. The surrounding area was not a place where a white woman would go unescorted, especially after dark dressed like my wife! But is was close to the night spot where she and Darryl were to meet later that evening! I suggested she take a cab and had called one for her, as this driver was also conveniently black and in on what we had planned for Deanna!
My wife at the time was a brown haired full figured young looking 28 yr old woman with 38” DD breasts!

With an hour glass waist, with a full and a very round shapely bottom, she also had a pussy that was made for sex!

Now dressed in this light green short tight fitting dress that showed a lot, the heels she had chosen left her up sinfully and precariously on the very tip of her toes! When the cab arrived for her, she had taken an old coat and her small purse. Once in the cab she had given the driver the address, he quickly turned around and then after seeing how she was dressed smiled approvingly, saying casually lady you look like a whore, and the area of the city where you are going,.. you could easily be trouble! Especially dressed like that, and that he would be happy to help her find some?

She was a bit uncomfortable and at the same time pleased by his comment, plus the way he had looked at her! Having another man, especially a black man that was a stranger really look at her, as a sex object had quickly brought about moist sexual feelings! She was not surprised when the cab arrived, that the building was old, as she had assumed that it was in a poor run down area that was of less than modest means. Distracted at first by the place and after fumbling to pay the driver, at first had not realized she had left her old coat in the cab as it drove off! Leaving her with mixed feelings of being almost naked , but also with the thought and feelings of sexual adventure? The building looked deserted as there seemed to be little traffic on the street or in the lobby! Looking at the directory she found the doctors name, and that his office was on the fourth floor!

There was, only one old elevator and as she pushed the antique looking button the sound off gears cables and electrical motors began to work, followed by the door slowly opening. Then an old open metal safety cage was pulled to one side, and by of all things an elevator operator!

Not only was the building straight out of the 1950s so was the operator! He was an elderly black man probably in his 80s and apparently a bit senile, both were surprised to see each other, but his lustful smile was genuine! He was almost licking his chops at the sight of this under dressed overexposed young white woman! He had, like a gentleman offered her his hand, not taking his eyes off of her obviously over exposed bosom, then helped her up into the tight confines of the rickety old elevator!

He reached around her closing the metal sliding cage which put them them even closer together, and inquired as to which floor she wanted? Dr McNausty on the fourth floor was her reply!.. The old elevator was operated mechanically, as he engaged the controls, the elevator lurched up several times forcing them even closer together, and in doing so Deanna in her hi heels had lost her balance! The old man had reached out instinctively to steady her and had grabbed the most obvious thing!

One of her over exposed breasts in order to steady, and keep her from falling, as they stood there for the moment neither knew quite what to say or do! But his hand now had a firm hold of her, and never left her breast!…The elevator lurched and shuddered as it passed each of the floors, her breasts jiggled most obscenely as did her bottom barely covered by the short thin material of her dress, then with one hand still on her breast steadying her and with the other, had stopped the elevator at the fourth floor!
Both were visibly shaken from the experience as she had never been grabbed quite like this! But apparently he had helped others, before? With neither knowing quite what to say, all that came out of her mouth was a curt thank you, and from his was, your welcome ma’am! But Deanna’s eyes caught a glimpse of the old mans trousers and saw what appeared to be a rather large bulge that had formed just below his short jacket and belt buckle!

He had pointed in the direction of the office, as Deanna walked away, under the circumstances she thought to herself, and was quite smugly proud of the fact that she, had been the one that had excited and old man like this. She had opened the door to the office not knowing quite what to expect? The place was old but clean, the nurse a very attractive black woman that appeared to be about her age was talking on the phone at the receptionists desk, she looked up from her conversation, and said yes, may I help you?

Deanna still a little flush, and uncertain gave her name and that she was there, for an examination. The woman then said oh, we have been expecting you, please wait and I will be right with you! Deanna while waiting had noticed a number of pictures on the wall some black and white that appeared to be quite old , and other newer ones that were in color. As she looked closer they were of all white mothers holding newborn’s with blissful smiles of motherhood, and all of the infants were obviously black babies!

Apparently these pictures dated from the 30s to fairly recent! This was somewhat of a shock to my wife, but even though in the old days interracial sex was underground, it apparently had taken place and was a thing that had really happened on more than just one occasion!

During the 70s and after the civil rights act of 1964 followed by the hippies, Woodstock the free love flower children, then add the sex drugs and Rock & Roll craze of the times! That by the 70s had inspired this kind of interracial sex that was starting to occur much more often, and the pictures only helped convince my wife that she had made the correct decision and for her, was ever more eager to become pregnant with the help of a black male!

The nurse getting up asked her are you okay, you look a bit faint? Then Deanna became embarrassed as she explained what had happened in the elevator! The nurse with a knowing smile said ,don’t worry old Tom is mostly harmless, and does that to all the women! Apparently shrugging it off as if it was a normal thing? Then told Deanna to please follow her, saying I have to get you ready for the Doctor.

My wife Deanna had never vocally expressed an interest in other women but like many women, has bisexual tendencies and feelings that only needed an opportunity? She was, without even thinking immediately attracted to this woman!

The white nurses uniform was every bit as short and tight as the green dress that Deanna was wearing! Her attention was almost helplessly drawn directly to the woman’s incredibly shapely bottom, one that showed no panty lines, was so voluptuous and more than a bit larger than her own. But OMG! Was it ever so appealing, my wife just stared unable to take her eyes off of this woman’s incredible posterior! Almost helplessly mesmerized by the site of this woman’s bottom and how sinfully attractive it was, as her two buttocks undulated most perversely up and down as she took each step!

Deanna followed the nurse into a big room apparently one where gynecology examinations took place. There was an old oak gynecology table with a step, two adjustable cast iron supports and a removable wooden head rest.

The room contained several roll around trays, with a number of tools gadgets and instruments that were hanging on these trays and the wall. They apparently were used to preform all sorts of sexual gynecology tests , that my wife Deanna could not begin to phantom? She, trust me after six children had spent a lot of time on one of these tables, but certainly not on one that was an antique, and this one appeared to be from even farther back in the 30s! The nurse Joy, told Deanna to take off all of her clothes!

My wife still could not seem to take her eyes off of this attractive black woman’s backside! Joy the nurse, loved how other women were attracted to her! She was the kind of woman that reeked of sinful sex appeal one that could, and did on many occasions, had quickly taken the most straight laced heterosexual woman, especially married white women and instantly turned them into a helpless submissive lust filled bisexual! One that would do anything to please a woman like her, and my wife Deanna would be no exception!

Deanna wearing almost nothing to begin with, was struggling to get her tight green dress off, and gladly excepted the nurses willing and helpful assistance. In helping, the nurses hands had easily taken dreadful liberties with Deanna’s breasts bottom and especially her pubic area, leaving her even more moist trembling and unsure? The only difference between these two women other than skin color was,.. my wife had stretch marks from six children that she thought were dreadful and unattractive along with slightly sagging breasts, by contrast Joy had no sign of this at all never having bore a child, and the only other thing that was different was her incredibly shaped large bubble butt ass!

Although it was somewhat larger than Deanna’s, could and would make any man or woman’s’ for that matter, tongue instantly hard and had done so with my wife! Once naked and wearing only her hi heels The nurse grabbed one of her hands holding it up turning her slowly around saying let me have a good look at you!

About this time the door opened and in walked Reggie he had timed it perfectly as my wife Deanna was stark ass naked wearing only hi heels, and with one hand held high! He was dressed impeccably just like a real doctor, and did he ever look the part! Graying temples distinguished bifocals a stethoscope, and wearing a starched white lab coat with a very official looking name tag that said “Dr Mc Nausty” MD! My wife naked with one hand up in the air, ..this had arched and accented her beautiful breasts making her ever so more appealing!

Joy the nurse then said complimenting her,.. on this selfless act of agreeing to help this poor black childless couple. Then said playing it to the hilt, we in the black community are a close, tight knit bunch, and I personally want to thank you!. Then in front of the doctor, and still holding my naked wife’s hand grabbed her bare bottom with the other easily pulling her close, then held her tight and kissed her full on the lips, just like a forceful aggressive man would do!

My wife Deanna was caught completely by surprise and totally off guard, already naked , and somewhat embarrassed standing in front of this strange doctor and nurse, not expecting anything like this to happen? But because of her new sexual feelings offered little resistance and allowed Joy’s tongue to easily pass between her lips and explore? Then after a loving hug and hesitant release, was offered nothing to wear, no smock absolutely nothing?

She was horribly embarrassed standing there naked, trying to cover her big breasts and pubic area with only her small hands in front of the doctor ! It was obvious that she had enjoyed being kissed by this attractive woman! After regaining some of her composure she stammered as awkward introductions were made.

The reason for nothing to wear she assumed, was that they had little money for such items in the poor black community, and modesty was something that most black prospectant mothers apparently would easily forgo?. The doctor, “Reggie” in his best professional voice trying to put her concern of being naked aside, said to Deanna that he had seen numerous naked woman, and as a doctor he hardly even noticed anymore! The first part of his comment was correct, but the second was not, as his cock had easily started to become erect at the sight of my naked and quite shapely young wife!

Reggie had been schooled by his doctor friend that the average gynecology visit included three stages: 1.) General Exam check the patients lungs, heart pulse, weight, history, etc. which Joy would do. 2.) Breast Exam by both the doctor and the nurse and 3.) A Pelvic Exam also by both! But here would be more, much more?.
The nurse then helped her up onto the old oak examination table! Deanna, still mildly shaken from the kiss sat there on the edge of the table stark ass naked with her legs dangling in only her heels. This woman then took her blood pressure listened to her heart and started asking questions.

Has she been pregnant before, did she have children, where her pregnancies normal and did she deliver with little or no problem? How many times over the last several weeks had she experienced sexual intercourse, orgasms? Was it good or bad, and did she enjoy the experience? Then said, the records we have show that you have had well over a dozen intimate consummations! But your tests show that you still have not become pregnant, whats wrong? You certainly look like a healthy enough young woman? … Before she could answer any of these questions.

In reality she was already pregnant probably from the first insemination, but her pregnancy tests had been switched with another woman, one that was actually unable to conceive, by mistake! The fact that my wife usually did not seem to show for well past three months and usually did not have problems with morning sickness that most other women did. This unknown revelation would allow her to have numerous opportunities for sexual intercourse with not only Darryl, but many of his black brothers all only trying to help! But at the time no one knew this!

Joy the nurse went on to say something that was most unprofessional, and quite out of place, I will bet even old Tom the elevator operator could knock you ass up! You know, in his day he fathered well over 80 children! Then said half joking, I guess we should have him give it a try and maybe he could make you a mother, what do you think about that hum? Apparently a comment like this she wondered, and then assumed, was just a normal thing in the black community?
For Deanna still flush from the kiss, now unsure how to react when the first of these questions were asked. Just as she was about to answer, another question would be asked! Her mind was racing as all she could think of was kinky thoughts that seemed to flipped through her mind of sex with another woman, and ones of doing so with this attractive black woman. Ones she never knew existed only moments ago even in her most wildest dreams? These thoughts and feelings were quickly beginning to surface and were starting to touch her formerly subdued and now very raw sexual nerve endings!

Then the thought of this old black man, over 80 yrs old actually being able to father a child was perversely unsettling, but she had indeed stimulated an erection in the old man, so? OMG! He, …we could actually do it? The thought as her eyes opened wide with astonishment, and the reality of it was somehow so sinful and perverted, but oh so strangely appealing!

The nurse had remove the oak headrest from the examination table and had told her to lay back and relax, then said I need to get you ready ?.This had left Deanna’s head helplessly hanging down over the end of the table. The only way she could see what was going on? Required her to lift her head up and after several times unsupported was helplessly hanging to where she had little strength and a limited and distorted upside down view of just the area directly behind her!

My wife Deanna still shaken from being naked in front of strangers and slightly trembling from this smoken hot kiss plus the thought of some sort of kinky sex play with this incredibly attractive black woman laid there helplessly and tried to relax?. Allowing the woman to do what ever she wanted. The wooden table was hard and a little uncomfortable at first especially with her neck hanging over the edge, but after her legs were lifted and the cast iron supports placed under her knees it became much more tolerable, even comfortable.

The nurse went on to say, some women react strangely to our procedures, as here in the black community they may be, quite different from what you have experienced in the past? But I can assure you that everything the doctor and I do during the examination is required, perfectly normal and any black mother would have no problem submitting to the same procedure’s!
Deanna at first had not been concerned, except for the kiss, everything that had happened so far although different seemed to all be explainable. Her first inclination that things were not quite right, and were about to change was when the nurse moved each side of the cast iron supports that were under her knees ? She could hear the clanking of the iron ratchets as it moved out followed by the other, this had spread her thighs wider than ever?.

Her pussy lips usually stuck tight together and moist from her earlier thoughts easily opened right up, but what happened next caused her even more alarm? Her ankles were secured by leather restraints and were bucked tight! Joy the nurse sensing Deanna’s concern, and in a very disarming and matter of fact way, whispered in her ear, do not to worry my dear,… its just part of the examination?

Deanna reassured for the moment relaxed again and took a deep breath, as she did so her naked breasts puffed up and then settled down vulnerable and unencumbered to each side as she exhaled. But what happened next alarmed her even more! With her head unsupported and hanging over the edge… had left her arms helplessly at each side of the table. Then, she felt her wrists buckled tight, and restrained also by firm leather belts! This was followed by yet another belt as it was placed over her tiny waist just above her hips and tightened with a firm tug! Deanna first said what? What are you doing, oh please I can’t move, as she struggled, now in a panic with the realization that she was naked spread wide and securely bound! Joy the nurse again reassured her with a soothing voice, by saying not to worry that it was all,..just part of the required exam, and that she would love it?
Love it… Deanna thought, what did she mean by,…. I would love it?

My wife and I had played numerous kinky sex and bondage games, I had even blind folded her and taken her places like this that ended in sex, but most of the cuffs and things I had used, always allowed her to free herself if she really wanted! For her kinky sex this way was almost like a drug, and one that was an incredible turn on, and again kinky thoughts were racing through her head especially now that she was naked helpless and unable to free herself!
Joy the nurse, with my wife helplessly bound then said, oh by the way a magazine that is just starting to publish interracial stories called Black Bred.

They feature white women willingly being impregnated by black men,… has graciously offered to do a story about you as a surrogate mother, and has also offered to pay the young childless couple a modest fee for their story,… it will be published in one of their first editions of the magazine, with pictures and everything!…..

They are talking about doing the story in at least four parts, so they would like to interview you and take a lot of pictures? They want to start right away,… with before during and after pictures of you, the couples husband along with your pregnancy, you don’t mind do you? Your husband has already given them permission, Deanna was not sure nor did she fully hear or understand the meaning of what Joy had said, as her focus was still in struggling to free herself!
Deanna had always been a closet exhibitionist to some degree, and when we were first married was almost fearless and loved to be naked and have sex in public places where we might get caught! But after having children had become a bit more cautious about doing so in public.

She still had enjoyed the submissive nude blindfold bondage thing, as it allowed her to hide behind the blindfold and let her fantasy’s go crazy, she seemed to be comfortable when we did things like this wondering where I would take her, what was going to happen, or who might be there to watch or play? I took her out in public like this but as long as I planned it out and it was me, and she was bound blindfolded to where she could not see, everything was just fine! Even though she knew others might be there and had played with her!

But now being by herself with strangers helplessly naked and bound, with her pussy sinfully up open and exposed,.. had left her with mixed feelings? Ones of incredible kinky perverted sex along with being transfixed with her present helpless predicament! With me around she never worried, but now she was alone? Deanna’s body along with her sexual fantasy’s reacted with sensations of its own without her, and she seemed to have no control as her pussy started to drip almost uncontrollably!

Then just as she resigned herself to the situation, was when she heard a knock at the door,… and a voice say, are you ready? Joy, the nurse opened the door wide and said yes! Several strangers barged into the room they were photographers, camera men and a female story writer from the Magazine Black Bred! Deanna was almost beside herself naked embarrassed and not sure what was going on? Now almost in tears as numerous flashes from their cameras followed by the bright lights of the camera crew captured her startled facial expressions and the fact that she was naked and helplessly exposed with her wide open pubic area perversely displayed for all to see!

Deanna had of course not given her consent for this, we had once talked about doing a nude photo shoot as a mother of six, she loved the idea and had even agreed to do so. But when it actually came time to do it she chickened out, do to her self contentiousness about her stretch marks, they had apparently gotten the best of her. But the people from the Magazine had no problem at all, and apparently assumed she had already given it because of our previous telephone conversation? Besides back in those days no one was even remotely worried about permission!

Deanna’s embarrassed thoughts and concern slowly disappeared as nurse Joy first measured her breasts and then her nipples, then had pulled each of her breasts up into and through a round banded metal device that left them sticking up! Deanna with her head hanging down could barely see the metal band like things around the base of her breasts next to her chest! This was followed by a threaded rod and knob attached to it being tightened like some sort of metal noose, this had left her tits really tight, and her nipples swollen up totally bare and sinfully exposed!

Then a warm soapy solution was sprayed over her pubic area from a bottle and worked up and down her slit and around her clit! Once this was done it was followed by the nurse shaving what little pubic hair she had left and the area just above it! Apparently Joy was an expert at this as she carefully trimmed and then shaved removing every bit of pubic hair, especially around her clitoris!

For Deanna the sensation was erotic perverse, and stimulating Then a very thin amount of tasteful slick em like jell was applied to her nipples followed by her now very sensitive clitoris and correct size attachments were held first on her nipples and then on her clit as she heard a motor start and the vacuum suction pump begin! Her nipples were one thing but her clitoris was quite another!
OMG! She could not believe the sensation, her nipples were bad enough but her clit as the small cup like attachment was held tightly around her clit! The vacuum pump and motor worked and worked groaning and straining as it sucked and pumped her tender sensitive little clit! It was a good thing that she could not see what was happening to it as it swelled to first twice its size and then to almost three times!….

Just when she thought the pumping and sucking of the pump would never stop, it did! Then the little valves that controlled it were shut and the vacuum lines removed! Deanna had been holding her breath as the machine pumped, but once the sound of the groaning motor quit, she relaxed some but both her nipples and especially her clit were sucked up tight! This was something, the sound and sensation she had never experienced that were attached to the very sensitive sexual nerve endings of her body!

But there was more, much more in store for her. Nurse Joy again noticed how concerned and tensed up she had become,.. saying relax honey you will really love whats coming next? Even though she laid there helpless and tried to relax,… first with the thought of what the nurse had said, Whats coming Next”, and second from her naked helpless and upside down view of what was going on, she was not sure, at all? But , OMG! Was Joy, the nurse now walking around naked? This had left Deanna again trembling, with both uncertain concern, and incredible sexual anticipation?……………..

Continued in Chapter two

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I just got paroled and moved back in – my Dad got remarried

I seemed to always be in trouble growing up. It was no surprise that my parents divorced over my bad behavior. When most kids were going to college, after high school. I was in the back of a bus, going to prison. I was sentenced for stealing a few cars. 25 to be exact. All over one weekend. I got off the prison bus and headed inside. With good behavior, I could get out in a year.

1 year later:

I walked out of prison, a changed young man. I did not want to go back. I took a taxi back to my house. My Dad had remarried while I was serving time. I missed the wedding. He told me she was very nice. She had two daughters by another marriage. He was happy to have them staying at his big house. He fixed up a small room in the basement for me. It was behind the laundry room. He gave the two girls my big room upstairs. I told him I understood. I was just happy to have a home to go to.

It was close to 4pm when I got home. I pulled out my one small laundry bag from the trunk. Gave the cab guy the fare money. I walked up the long driveway to my house. Not much had changed. I could tell the lawn need to be mowed. I was sure my Dad left me a note on what chores he wanted done around the house. I walked up to the front door.

I decided to knock. Did not want to scare anyone. Being almost 6ft 4 and working out non stop for the last year in prison. I could be a little intimidating at first. I ran my hand through my short blonde hair. I flexed some of my muscles in my white shirt and dark blue jeans. A few minutes later the door opened.

“Hi! Sorry we don’t want any.” said this dark hair girl. She peeked around the big white door. “Sorry! Is Mr. Kelly here?” I said. “No! My Step Dad is out of town.” she said. “Who the fuck is it.” said another girls voice behind her. “Shut the fuck up. There some hot guy at our door bitch.” said the girl behind the door. She looked over her shoulder, than turned to smile at me. “Yeah..OK! I’m Buck! Buck Kelly. Glad to meet you.” I said. “Fuck! Come on in. You must be our Step Brother. The dude from prison.” she said. I smiled.

I walked inside, closing the door behind me. I turned. “I’m Crystal and this little bitch is Candy.” said the girl behind the door. I smiled. I love girls with curves. It had been close to a year since I saw anybody that was not a guy. Now two hot bbw girls were in front of me. Both with huge curves just itching to spill out of there tight clothes. Crystal was almost 5ft 8 with a sexy hour glass figure. She had long dark curly hair down to her shoulders. Candy was maybe 5ft. She had the same hour glass figure, just a little smaller. She had short black hair, just covering her ears. I took a big gulp. Both girls had just come home from private school. They had there matching school girl outfits on. There small skirts stretched over there big ass’s. There breast were almost bursting out there small tops.

“I’m Buck! Glad to meet you both.” I said. “Cool! Nice to meet you Buck. Don’t pay any attention to this fat bitch.” said Candy. “Who you calling fat? Bitch! You know I got it. Damn fake Snooki look a like.” said Crystal. “Nice to meet you both.” I said. They smiled. They both giggled when I put my laundry bag on the floor. “Where my Dad?” I said. “He is out of town on business. He’s been gone for the last 6 months. He should be back next month. He is still working for the military. He called our Mom last night. She should be home soon. She gets out of work at 5pm.” said Candy.

“That’s cool. Thanks! Am I still sleeping down stairs?” I said. “Yeah! Just behind the laundry room. We put all your clothes down there. They might be a little big on you now. Looks like you been working out.” said Crystal. I smiled. “Not much to do in prison but lifts weights and work out. I also read a lot. Nice to meet you both. I’ll be down stairs, if you need anything.” I said.

I walked passed them. They followed me down the hall to the kitchen. They both were eating a big plate of cookies and drinking whole milk. I opened the basement door. I walked down the small stairs to the bottom. The had remodeled the basement. It was a big man cave now. Some leather couches, and chairs. A big 60inch flat screen on the wall. I walked into the laundry room. I through my clothes in the washer. I turned the dial.

I then opened the door to my small room. It was just bigger than the prison cell, I had spent the last year. My clothes were on my small twin bed. I sat on the edge, taking off my work boots. The twin bed pushed down to the ground. It look like the low rider of beds. I smiled. I put all my clothes in a small dresser next to the bed. I needed to get some new underwear and some white wife beaters, the next chance I got. All my underwear was too big on me now. I smiled. I slowly took off my clothes. I wanted to take my first real shower in such a long time. In prison you only shower once a week. With 50 other guys checking you out.

I grabbed my old towel off my bed. I tied it around my waist. I walked down the hall in the basement. I opened a small door. My Dad had put in a small shower for me, along with a rest room. Now I did not have to go upstairs. I was sure the two bathrooms upstairs were taken over by the girls. I spent about 40 minutes in the shower. I trimmed some hair on my body. I shaved around my cock and balls. I left a small patch of hair above my cock. I put on some deodorant. Some body spray. I wrapped the wet towel around my waist. I walked back to my room.

I was slipping on some old cargo shorts. When I heard some high heels clicking on the ceiling above me. The person or persons open the basement door, from the kitchen. I then heard the noise getting closer. I turned to put on a t-shirt. I then heard a knock at my bedroom door. “Knock! Knock!”

I open my door. “Hi Sweetie! I’m Cassie! Your new Step Mom.” she said, with a big smile. I almost fell back. Cassie was about 5ft 5 with bigger curves than her two Daughters. I gulped as the dress she was wearing left nothing to the imagination. It was a black pinstripe dress. That hugged her wide hips and large ass. She turned to show off her huge chest. Her white blouse was open. There was only three buttons keeping her blouse from exposing her big breast. I could see her huge black bra cupping the front of her breast. My mouth dropped open. My Dad had married a hot older MILF. She was in her early thirties. There was maybe a 25 year gap between them.

“Ummm! Nice to meet you Cassie. I just got out of the shower. The house looks just like I left it.” I said. She smiled. “When your ready. Come upstairs. I order some pizza for all of us. My girls are going to eat with us. I can’t remember the last time they had dinner with me. I have to work late tomorrow. But I took Friday off. I’ll take you shopping. I’m sure you need a few things. I am so happy your here.” she said. I watched as she turn to leave. I followed her big fat ass, with my blue eyes. I quickly put my hand in my cargo shorts. My cock was very hard. All 9 3/4inches had moved forward. I shifted my cock down my right leg.

A few minutes later I sat in the living room on the first floor. Cassie brought me some pizza. Candy brought me a drink. They all smiled as I ate some pizza. Cassie excused herself to change. Candy was stuffing her face full of food. “Come up for some air. You whale.” said Crystal. “Shut the fuck up!! Bitch! Your ass is bigger than mine” said Candy. Both girls laughed. They turned to look at me. “So! How does it feel to be out?” said Crystal. “Good!” I said. “Any girl friends waiting for you? Buck!” said Candy. “Ummm! No! Single.” I said. They both giggled.

“Girls! Stop asking your new Step Brother so many questions. Let him be. You both need to keep those mouths clean. I could here you both upstairs. I think you two look very cute. Your both healthy and just the right size. What do you think Buck?” said Cassie. I smiled. I kept eating my pizza. I did not want them all to know, just how hot they were. “Buck’s shy!” said Cassie. I smiled. My Step Mom had changed into some super tight sleep wear. The cotton dark animal print covered her long legs to just the bottom of her neck. I could see her left nipple was hard under the thin material. I shifted in my seat. My Step Sisters were wearing big matching baggy shirts and super small shorts. I could only see there big white thighs, as they sat on there small feet on the couch.

My Step Mom sat on a rocking chair facing me. “How was your day girls? Any trouble today?” said Cassie. “No! No problems today.” said Candy. “Bull shit! The Math teacher was checking out your big ass again in class Candy.” said Crystal. “Oh! Fuck! No he was not. He asked you to stay after class bitch.” said Candy. “Girls! Stop!!!! What did you do Crystal?” said there Mom. “He caught me passing a note.” said Crystal. “What did the note say?” said Cassie. “Nothing…” said Crystal. “She wanted to know if the math teacher had a big dick. She was asking a girl in the front row of class.” said Candy. “Bitch!!!!” yelled Crystal. I smiled. All of them kept arguing as I ate my pizza.

A few minutes later. “Ok! Ok! Stop talking. We must be boring your new Step Brother. Finish up. Bring your plates out to the kitchen when your done. Both girls made faces at each other. Candy pulled Crystal big hair. Cassie walked out of the living room. I followed with my plate. “Thanks for the pizza. I’m kinda of tired. I’m going to get my laundry and get some sleep.” I said.

I walked down stairs to the basement. My cock was making my cargo shorts tighter. I was still thinking about all of them as I pulled out my clean laundry. I folded everything and put them away. I turned off my small light next to my bed. I took off my clothes and laid naked under the white sheets. I tried to close my eyes and go to bed. I kept thinking about my new family upstairs. I looked down to see my cock pointing straight up. It had been a few weeks since I masturbated. It’s hard to find a quite moment, when I could be alone. In prison, there always someone around. Plus the noise is always crazy at night. I finally fell asleep an hour later. My cock was still making the sheets stand straight up.

The light from my tiny window woke me up. I rolled away from the light. My hard cock hit the fake wood paneling in my room, next to the bed. A few minutes later there was a knock at my bedroom door. “Come in!” I said. I quickly moved my sheets down to hide my morning wood. “Morning Buck! How did you sleep. That’s good. I’m dropping the girls at school. There getting a ride home later. Remember, I’ll be home late tonight. If you get hungry. You can order some food or make it upstairs. Glad your home. Later sweetie..” said my Step Mom.

I smiled and nodded my head “Yes!” I caught her big ass moving under her tight black skirt. She had another white blouse on. I could see a big tattoo on her lower back. Under the thin white material. My cock moved again under my sheets. “Later Buck!” said both girls. I rolled out of bed and took a long shower.

I called my new parole officer as I got dressed. I was to report in next week. I then slipped on some super tight blue Umbro soccer shorts and a white t-shirt. I left my baggy underwear in my dresser. The thin blue material felt great on my naked cock. I made sure my junk could not fall out or be seen. I rolled up the sleeves on my shirt. I went upstairs to turn on the air in the house. I made myself a big breakfast. Around 1pm I went back downstairs. I fell on the big brown couch in the basement. I turned on the big flat screen. I closed my eyes to take a nap.

“Crash!” The front door slammed. I woke up…. “Bitch! Super Bitch and Fuck!” Could be heard upstairs. I guess my new Step Sisters were home. I checked to make sure I had nothing on my face. I ran my hand over my small blonde hairs on my head. I shifted in the couch to hide my semi erect cock. I turned down the volume on the flat screen. I wanted to try to hear what the girls were doing upstairs. I heard the fridge open and close. Some plates hit the kitchen counter. A few minutes later I heard them go to there room. I heard there door slam. Then some yelling.

A few minutes later I heard some noise over my head. Then the door to the basement open. I could hear both my Step Sister arguing as they climbed down the stairs. I was facing the stairs. I could see Candy first. Her bare feet were on the wooden stairs. She was wearing a super tight pair of jeans. Her big ass was making the sides of her jeans almost pop open. She had a low cut black blouse, that was two sizes two small on her body. She stumbled down the last step and caught her balance. I saw Crystal next. She had on the same super tight jeans. Her ass was much bigger and was coming out the top of her jeans. I could see her wide hips move over the top of her jeans. She had on a matching blouse. Just like her sister, but it was white. The front was more scooped than her sister. Each girl smiled when they saw me on the couch.

“Hey Buck!” they both said. I smiled. “Hey! What’s going on?” I said. I could see both girls had painted there toes and fingers the same color. Each had the tip of there nails in white with a black line on the base. “Buck! We need you to settle a bet.” said Candy. “Yeah! Like! Can we trust you?” said Crystal. I smiled. “What is it?” I said. “What looks better? My black shirt or her white shirt.” said Candy. “They both look good.” I said. “Buck! You got to decide. We have been arguing all day at school. My sister bought the same outfit as me. Now the bitch rubbing it in my face. Which is better?” said Crystal. I smiled.

“You have been arguing all day?” I said. They both smiled. “Ok! Before I can decided. Go back upstairs. Dress like you were going out to the club. Like your trying to win a contest. Put on some makeup. Tease up your hair. Put on some earrings. Pull your jeans up some, to show off your legs. Put on some wooden heels. Then come back down here. Then I will give you my honest opion. I mean you both look good and the colors are hot. Who ever wins. I’ll will take them shopping. I still have some of my prison money. Anything you want.” I said. They both smiled. “That sounds fun. Like a show. But you must be honest. No backing out mister.” said Candy. “What? We have to do what? Come on Buck. You better be fucking honest with us. I’m the hot bitch. She just a bitch.” laughed Crystal. We all laughed. I smiled.

I watched as both my Step Sisters hurried up the stairs to my old room. I watched as each big ass shook going up the stairs. I turned to look around the basement. I shifted my semi hard cock in my Umbro soccer shorts. I could feel a bead of sweat on my forehead. It was colder downstairs in the house. But it was getting hotter by the minute as I waited for them. I just hope my Step Mom did not catch me checking out her daughters. It had been over a year since I saw any action.

About a half hour later I heard some heels click across the floor in the kitchen. The door to the basement open. A few seconds later I saw Candy legs first. She had pulled her jeans up showing off her sexy legs. She had six inch wooden heels on her feet. She had scooped the front of her blouse down. I could tell she had changed her black bra. She now had a smaller push up bra underneath. It made her over grown breast almost fall out the front of her tiny shirt. She now had some heavy makeup on. She had two large gold hoop earrings on. I could smell her sexy perfume. She put some gold glitter on her red lips. She smiled as she put her wooden heels on the carpet in the basement.

I then heard Crystal come down the stairs. She had 4inch wooden heels, with a white strap around her ankles. She had changed her jeans. She had put on some super tight white Capri’s. Her thick round legs and thighs were making the side of her pants expand. I could see her big camel toe pushing out the front. I could see the small white thong under the thin material. She was not wearing a bra. Her two large nipples were now erect under the thin material of her white top. “Sorry my jeans ripped when I pulled them up on my legs. I hope you won’t deduct any points. I thought these Capri’s were hotter.” she put her long finger nail in her mouth. She had put the same amount of makeup on her face as her sister. She had retouched up her bright red lips. Her two gold hoop earring were bigger than her sisters. They touched her bare shoulders. She had tied the bottom of her shirt under her big fat breast.

“Wow! You both look very hot. This is going to be hard.” I chuckled. I looked down to see my hard cock was trying to rip open my shorts. I was hoping the thin blue material did not give out. “Who wants to go first?” I said. “First for what?” said Crystal. “Strut down and back. Stop! Then turn slowly around.” I said. They both smiled. Candy went first. I smiled as her sexy body moved. Her sister whistle as she flipped her hair over her shoulder. She stopped then turned again. I smiled. I clapped when she was done. Then Crystal went next. She strutted her larger body down and back. She then leaned down to show off her large breast in front of me and Candy. I gulped hard. Then clapped.

“Wait! No fair!” yelled Candy. “What bitch?” said Crystal. “You can’t flash your fat breast at Buck. That not fair.” she said. “Why not bitch. He is a guy.” said Crystal. “Yeah! But your not wearing a bra. Your big fat tits might cloud his judgement. I did not flash our Step Brother.” said Candy. “Maybe you should have bitch. When it come to getting a new outfit. Everything fair bitch. Deal with that shit.” said Crystal. I gulped again. I moved to the center of the couch. I then moved to the edge of the small leather seat cushion.

“Would you like another chance Candy?” I said. “Cool! Watch this super bitch.” said Candy. Crystal moved to her right as her sister walked in front of her. Candy looked at her, then back at me on the couch. She slowly strutted down and then turned. She put her small hands down to her side. She grabbed the bottom of her black blouse. She then pulled it over her head. She let it drop on the floor. “How did you like these bitch?” Candy said to her Sister. “Foul! Your bra to small. Your falling out.” yelled Crystal.

Candy big nipples hit the cold air in the room. They grew two sizes and fell out the top of her small bra. “All is fair bitch. I need a new phone. Your big ass sat on the last one.” said Candy. I just smiled at both of my Step Sisters argued. “Watch this bitch.” said Crystal. She then walked toward me on the couch. She turned so her big ass was inches from my face. I could smell her hot perfume as she inched her white shirt up. I watched as she exposed her big tattoo on her lower back. She looked over her shoulder. “Do you like?” she said. I smiled up at her eyes.

A second later I saw Candy hand shove her Sister to the right side. She now had her big ass in my face. She leaned over to touch her toes. “Little bit more flexible than fat bitch.” said Candy. I looked between her big thighs to see her smile. I then watched as Crystal shoved her Sister to the left. She then unbutton her white Capri’s. She shook her big fat ass in my face. Slowly her pants fell around her ankles. I could see her T-Back white thong sat high on her hips. Her front was covered but the back was snaked through her big white ass cheeks. I smiled as she kept shaking her big ass. “Got some junk in this trunk baby.” said Crystal. “Yeah! Too much junk in that fat ass.” said Candy.

After a few minutes both girls stopped pushing each other. They stood side by side shaking there ass’s in my face. I was in heaven. “Who’s the winner Buck?” said both girls all the same time. I smiled. They both turned to face me. “You girls don’t make it easy.” I said. Crystal was standing in front of me. With just her white blouse tucked under her huge breast. Her white thong stretched tight on her bald pussy. Her sister was on her left. With just her tight jeans around her hips. Her small black bra exposing her ever growing nipples. Both girls put there hands on there hips and smiled.

“Buck!!!!” they said. I gave them my best smile and cocked my head to the side. “I got a question for you Buck. Before you decide.” said Crystal. “Go ahead. Ask away, why I think, who the winner is.” I said. “Is it true what they say about prison? Did you go a whole year without sex?” said Crystal. “Where you someone bitch in prison? Did you drop the soap?” they both giggled.

“I did not drop the soap. I had an older room mate. He was some small computer geek, that stoled millions. I kept to myself. Stayed out of trouble. Minded my own business. So I did not have anything happen to me. It does happen. It’s hard to be alone for more than a few minutes in prison.” I said. “Did you jerk it allot in prison?” said Crystal. I nodded my head “Yes!” “How?” said Candy. “Should I be telling my new Step Sisters about this? I mean we just met yesterday. Your not going to tell?” I said. “Ha ha ha! No! We won’t tell.” said Candy. “I would pull my blanket over my body. Then roll over. Sometimes when he left the cell. I go at the end of the bunk beds. Face the toilet. Then jerked one off.” I said. They both giggled.

“Hmmmm that to bad. That all you got to do in prison.” said Crystal. I smiled. Candy was moving her small hands up and down her side. “God damn! Bitch! What your problem. Move that fat ass over.” said Candy. “What!! What’s wrong with you bitch? What’s up with the hands. Move your fat ass little bitch.” said Crystal. Both girls turned to face each other. Candy reached around her sister face to pull her long black hair. Crystal grabbed Candy neck. They both started to pull each others hair.

I jumped off the couch. I was standing next to them. I grabbed both girls hands. Forcing them to stop pulling each others hair. They turned to smile. I saw both of there faces look down. I then looked down. I could see the front of my blue Umbro shorts had expanded. My cock was stretched down the right side of my shorts. The tip of my cock almost peeked out. Both girls started to breath heavier. “Damn! Buck!! Must have been hard keeping that under your blanket in prison.” said Candy. “Fuck! Look at that size. He is twice the size of your old boyfriend Derrik. Hmmmm our Step Brother is packing.” said Crystal.

I gulped as both my Step Sisters put there hands on the front of my tight soccer shorts. I could feel both of the long finger nails rub the thin material covering my cock. “Should we be doing this?” I said. I was trying to gauge what there response might be. “Fuck yeah! Flop that monster out.” said Crystal. “Yeah! Let’s see. Wait! Buck! Your not going to tell our Mom? My last boyfriend told our Mom we had sex. I got in trouble. Crystal boyfriend show us his cock a few weeks ago. We touched it and he came in his hand a second later.” said Candi. “No! Our secret is safe. You don’t have to worry about mine just going off. Help your self girls.” I said.

Crystal hand went under the thin material on my right leg. She touched the tip of my cock with her fingers. She smiled as my cock expanded down my leg. Candy reached around to fondle my tight ass. She used her long nails to trace around each butt cheek. She used her free hand to go under my shirt. Crystal grabbed the bottom of my shirt. She pulled it over my head. Then tossed it on the couch. I moaned as each girl ran there hands down my tight chest. They each took turns licking my nipples. “Grab the side bitch. Pull these small shorts off. Let’s see this big cock.” yelled Crystal.

My Step Sister grabbed the side of my soccer shorts. They pulled down the thin blue material, they dropped my shorts around my ankles. My cock flopped out, then straight up. “Damn!” they both giggled. Each girl put there small hands around my cock. There was a big thick glob of pre-cum on the tip. Candy dropped to her knees and licked the tip of my cock clean. She started to jack my cock with both her small hands. I watched as Crystal unbutton her top. Her huge soft breast fell onto her chest. She smiled as she saw her sister trying to get her small mouth around my cock. “Lick it bitch! Spit on it. Yeah!! That is nasty. Suck our Step Brother cock.” yelled Crystal.

I looked down to see Candy licking my cock. She was on her knees. Her breast rubbed against my legs. She was sitting forward. Her ass expanded out the back of her tight jeans. I started to smile more when Crystal moved around her sister. She put her hand on the back of my lower back, just above me naked ass. She smelled great as she gave her sister tips on giving a good blow job. “Put your hand on his big naked balls. Then pull down and then back up. Move your hand around. Spit some more. Lick the tip. Try to put more of it in your mouth.” said Crystal. “Like this??” said Candy. I grunted. “Yeah! Just like that bitch.” Crystal moaned.

Crystal turned to kiss me on the lips. I leaned down to meet her lips. Her mouth tasted great as we exchanged tongues. After a few minutes she broke our kiss. “Fuck! You can kiss Buck. That was really good. I need some of that big sausage now. Get off him bitch. Let a pro have a go.” said Crystal. I smiled as Crystal got on her knees. Candy stood up. I motion for her to come here. She smiled as she strutted over to my side. She took her Sister place next to my side. We both watched as Crystal licked the tip of my cock. She then leaned her head back and then forward. She spit a big glob of saliva on my cock. She then started to lick the tip. She then used both her small hands down my shaft.

I placed my right hand on Candy lower back. She turned to lick my nipple. She then leaned up as our lips touched. She kissed my harder than her Sister. We kissed a little longer. She moved her hands on my shoulders, neck and face. We both looked down to see Crystal shoving more of my cock in her mouth. She now had half my cock down her throat. She gagged. Then spit. Then gagged some more. Her big fat red lips finally met around the base of my hard cock. Her eyes got real big. She moved her hands down to her side. “Fuck! You hungry bitch. That how you do it.” said Candy. Her Sister had deep throat my cock like a pro. She then spit it out and almost fell off her knees onto the floor. A big trail of saliva dripped off my cock.

“Sit down big boy. I want some of the big cock in my pussy.” said Candy. She pushed my back onto the couch. She reached down to unbutton her tight jeans. Crystal reached up to help her Sister take off her tight jeans. I cupped my big balls and held my hard cock up right. Candy eyes got big as she strutted over to me on the couch. She was wearing nothing but her big six inch wooden heels and two big gold hoop earrings. She started to rub the front of her pussy. I could see her two small lips between her fingers. Her bald pussy was very wet. “Be gentle!” she said. I smiled.

She straddled my legs. Her heels barely touching the floor. She slowly eased her tight pussy down my cock. She screamed in excasty. I gulped as she slid down my cock. I put my big hands on her big breast. She got about 3 inches of my cock, inside her before she pushed me out. She lost her grip and fell on my chest and abs. She put her hands on my chest. She then eased my cock back in her tight pussy. I then felt a hand cupping my balls. Crystal was pushing my cock in her Sister tight pussy. “Damn bitch. I need to use a bigger dildo on you at night. We need to expanded that hole. God your cock tearing her up bro. Fuck that pussy.” said Crystal. “Shhhh… Don’t tell him Crystal you bitch.” said Candy.

“Shut the fuck up bitch. He is family. He needs to know. We could use a big cock in our bed upstairs. I will tell our new Step Brother everything. Candy my sex bitch. She does everything I tell her. She fucks me better than most guys. She licks my pussy better than most guys. You should hear us at night in your old room. I’ve been using this 6inch dildo on her. I guess we need some new sex toys for that tight pussy. Can you buy us some Bro??” said Crystal. I smiled. Candy rolled her eyes at her Sister. I then watched Crystal begin to spank Candy ample ass. I matched her strokes with my cock in Candy wet pussy. I put my hands around Candy small waist. I pulled her tighter against my body. I stuck her big left nipple in my mouth. I bite down causing her to moan. I then felt Crystal fingers rubbing her Sister small labia as my cock pushed deep inside.

After ten minutes of Candy being on top. We stopped as she climbed off. She fell back on the couch. Her legs spread apart. Crystal licked my cock of her Sister juices. I then got on my knees in front of the couch. Crystal got behind me. She put her huge breast on my back. She eased my cock inside of Candy tight pussy. Candy watched as her pussy expanded with my big cock. I put my hands on her big breast. I parted them to the side, so she could watch me fuck her. Crystal moved around once she shoved all my cock in her Sister. She hoped onto the couch to lick her sister big breast. She slapped them together as I fucked her Sister faster.

A few more minutes passed. I was close to cumming. I pulled out and stood up. Both girls dropped to the floor in front of me. Candy pulled up her breast. Crystal pulled her breast up. I started to fuck both of there big breast. I rotated between each girls big cleavage. I started to grunt. Crystal grabbed my cock. “Blast her, big boy. Show us that big load. Yeah!!!!” said Crystal. “Cum on my face Buck. Blast me…” said Candy. I watched as both girls looked at the tip of my cock. I felt my knees get weak. Then I exploded. The first big spurt hit Candy mouth. The second her chin. The third and fourth on her neck and breast. Crystal began to jerk my cock onto her Sister face. Candy opened her small mouth. She kept taking each big spurt in her mouth. Both girls then licked my cock clean. They started to kiss. I watched there sperm coated tongues circle each other.

They broke there kiss. “You might have fucked her nice, but your going to fuck me nasty. Now get over big horse cock.” said Crystal. She pointed to the end of the couch. She yanked off her wet thong. She handed it to me. I put it in my mouth. I then put it around my neck. Crystal stood up next to Candy. She grabbed her sister face and pushed it between her legs. “Lick my pussy Candy. Get me wet for our Brother cock. God! Our you hard already. He must like watching his new Sisters play with each other. Crystal reached down to shove more of her Sisters face in her pussy.

A few minutes passed. My cock was hard as a rock. I was standing at the end of the couch watching my Step Sister eat my other Step Sister pussy. I let out a soft moan. “Bitch! Switch up. Lick my other hole. You know the one I like. Get way up there. Use that tongue. Deeper!!! Bitch!!!!!” yelled Crystal. Candy neck was straight back as Crystal look like she was sitting on her Sister face. I looked down at my wet cock. Then back at them. Candy was gripping Crystal butt cheeks. Forcing them wide open.

Finally Crystal got off Candy face. She strutted over and fell face first onto the couch. She arched her huge ass back toward my cock. “Candy get over here. Spit on Buck’s big cock. Then guided him into my ass. Be a good little bitch for me. Move it.” said Crystal. Candy spit on my cock. Then she guided the tip of my cock into our Sister big ass. I put my hands on her big ass cheeks. Spreading them apart. The tip of my cock entered her small hole. Her ass quickly expanded as Candy forced more of my cock into Crystal ass hole. I grunted as her ass took more of my cock. I started to pound her ass, harder and faster. Crystal moaned and groaned.

I watched Candy walk around and start to kiss Crystal on the couch. Both girls were moaning as I fucked Crystal faster. I reached up to pull her long black hair. “Fuck!!!” yelled Crystal. I tied her hair around my hand. I pulled her hair with my left hand, I used my right hand to slap her big ass. Candy giggled as she saw her Sister being used by my cock and hands. Crystal gave her a mean look as I slowed down. “Don’t stop Buck. Keep fucking my ass baby.” said Crystal. I pulled my cock all the way out. A big suction noise could be heard in the room. Candy got up off the couch. “Go lick his cock clean. Bitch!” said Crystal. Candy did what her big fat sister told her. She was licking my cock clean of her Sisters ass juices. I watched Crystal throw a pillow from the couch on the floor. She then turned to see Candy licking my cock.

A second later Crystal was lying on her back. Her head was on the pillow, her pussy in the air. Her two long shapely legs were parted for me. I got on the couch. I pulled her big body up by her thick thighs. I guided my cock into her big fat pussy. Candy giggled again. I looked down to see Crystal big fat breast falling down covering her face. “Can you breath?” said Candy. “Shut up and get down here bitch.” said Crystal. I watched as Candy got on her stomach. She was biting Crystal big breast and nipples. I could see the milky white under side of her breast as the flipped over down the side of her face. I eased my cock all the way in her pussy. I really started to fuck her faster as her moans were drowned out by Candy sucking hard on her Sister breast.

I lasted allot longer than with Candi. I finally could not take much more. I watched as my cock went all the way to the base. I pulled out hard and quick. I grunted as both girls looked up. A second later Crystal tongue caught the first blast, followed by just underneath her left breast. Candy quickly stuck her tongue out to catch a blast. Both girls screamed as I empty a big load on Crystal body. I quickly fell back on the couch as both girls cleaned them selves off. I looked down to see there greedy eyes looking back at me. I smiled when they both sat next to me on the couch. They each grabbed my semi erect cock with there hands. They started making me hard again. “So! Buck! Who is the winner? Me or fat bitch?” said Candy

I paused. “Slam!!! Click! Click!!” There was some noise over head. “Fuck! Its Mom. Grab our shit. Move it Bitch.” said Crystal. “To the laundry room!” said Candy. I quickly got up and ran to my room. I still had Crystal wet thong around my neck. I had no clothes in my hand. I could here some heels clicking down the stairs toward the basement. I heard the girls giggle. “Hey Mom!!” said my Step Sisters. ‘Girls! How many times do I have to tell you. You both need to wear some clothes around the house. Especially now that your new Step Brother is living here. Close the lid. I will wash your clothes.” said my Step Mom. “Thanks Mom….” said the girls.

“I’ve never seen this shirt, or these blue Umbro shorts before. They smell dirty. What this stain? So sticky and white. There all wet in the right front. Those girls. I better check on Buck. Make sure those girls are staying out of trouble. I hope he leaves the door opened a crack like last night. I could stare at his big cock all night. Oh! I better behave.” said My Step Mom. I pulled my ear off the fake wooden paneling in my room. I turned and smiled.

Love,

Buck

xoox

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A different approach to an old legend…

Vampire
By Homealone_447

The creature set the waiting period on 80 years. A lifetime. It is long enough to become a myth; a fairy tale only used to scare the children. Old people would die and new would come to replace them. Fresh meet with no memory of what had happened in the past. They would be careless. Easy prey.

Nobody would look for him and he would be able to come back over and over, until the end of time.

*****

Cassandra was sitting on the study, feeling uneasy. She’d found a manuscript in her grandfather’s old desk and now she couldn’t stop reading. It was so mysterious. It read…

“The legend establishes that it came down in a ball of fire hundreds of years ago near the northern woods, but no one can tell for sure. It is said that the creature attacks young women to drink their blood and take them into the woods. The women just vanish in the night, never to be seen again. Always from this town and always after a certain period of time.
But this creature is a ghost. Nobody had seen it. Nobody has even heard it. Despite my extensive research, there is no real proof of its existence expect for only one woman found almost 200 years ago, completely drained of her blood.
They say it is a vampire but I think it is something else. If my calculations are correct, the next visit from the creature will be in twenty years. I’ll be waiting…”

Cassandra lifted her head and exclaimed, “Oh shit! Twenty years? This document was written twenty years ago!”

******

Cassandra lived with her cousin Marian and other members of the family in their grandparent’s old house. She ran excitedly to find her cousin and tell her about her discovery…

“I’m telling you. He says that this creature, or ghost, or something, will come to this town and take young women!” Cassandra explained.

“And grandpa wrote that? He died almost five years ago. I gotta tell you, it sounds kind of crazy,” Marian responded.

“Our grandfather wasn’t crazy. Actually he was very lucid, even in his last days,” Cassandra insisted.

“There isn’t much we can do about it anyway. Let’s just hope that the creature doesn’t come at night and grab your feet!!” Marian joked at her cousin expense.

“Shut up!” Cassandra shouted, easily scared.

“Haha! Ok, I feel tired. I’m going to my room,” Marian said, getting up from the sofa.

Cassandra believed the document was telling some kind of truth but she also knew Marian was right. There wasn’t much she could do.

*****

That same night, a silent shadow crept inside Marian’s room. The unsuspecting woman slept peacefully, unaware that her life was about to change forever.

She had left the bedside lamp on and the yellow light contrasted with the bluish glow that filtered through the window. The monster got closer to the bed and analyzed the pretty female. She was perfect for his needs…

In his head, there was an insistent thought that grew stronger every second Fresh blood…

The hideous creature touched Marian’s body slightly. Almost like a gentleman trying to wake his lover. Marian opened her eyes slowly, wondering who was waking her in the middle of the night.

When Marian looked up, she saw a horrifying creature leaning over, staring back at her. She tried to scream but the sound got stuck in her throat. After a second, Marian rationalized that it had to be a nightmare. Cassandra put frightening ideas in her head and now she was having bad dreams.

Meanwhile, the monster kept looking back at her. He wasn’t moving. He just stayed there with those bright yellow eyes fixed on hers.

Marian tried to move away, but she couldn’t. Then she tried unsuccessfully to look away. She felt completely paralyzed by an unrecognizable force. Some kind of bestial thrall was taking control of her.

The vampire knew perfectly well what he was doing. He had done this many times before. The chemicals in his breath and the power of his eyes were more than enough. The mind of these fragile human females was so easy to subjugate. And once he learned the language it became even easier…

The vampire spoke, “Submit to me!!”

Marian was getting lost in those enthralling yellow eyes. She could almost feel her thoughts being unavoidably pushed aside. Even her fear was fading away, replaced by a growing need to submit… to obey.

Marian’s unblinking eyes let the telepathic commands filter into the deepest corners of her consciousness, rearranging her mind to be his slave!

The monster moved back and she followed, sitting on the bed, as if an invisible line was linking her eyes to his, keeping her trapped with nowhere else to go but to be with him.

He spoke again. His voice was low and harsh but Marian believed it was the most beautiful sound she’d ever heard. A sound that made her body shiver and her pussy twitch.

“You are mine!”

“I am yours…” Marian responded without even thinking about it

“Your body belongs to me!” He said.

“My body belongs to you…” Marian repeated.

“You will obey!”

“I will obey…”

Marian was now standing rigidly beside the bed, staring forward, right into his eyes.

The creature pulled her bra down and delicately caressed the tip of her left nipple. Marian felt a pulse of joyful electricity radiate out in every direction, letting a load moan escape her lips. She was ready!

The vampire leaned forward and bit her neck!

Marian barely felt the tiny sting pierce her skin but it was immediately replaced by an incredible blissful feeling that pulsed through her like repeating blasts of heat, blazing her thoughtless mind, seducing her, spreading like beautiful poison through her entire body, spiking her lust even further.

When the vampire felt he had drink enough, he released her neck and gave her a command, “Get on your knees.”

“Yes, master.”

As Marian knelt down, she saw the enormous phallus of the monster dangling in front of her face but she didn’t flinch even for a second. She had to obey!

“Open your mouth!” The vampire commanded.

Marian complied and let the wide girth of his cock enter her mouth as her nipples swelled from the excitement of satisfying her master. The monster fucked Marian’s face for a while, pushing his cock as deep as he could, banging her throat harder and harder until he exploded in a long awaited climax!

Marian felt the hot, thick sperm fill her mouth and she reached her own forceful orgasm. Ripples of ecstasy waved back and forth across her body but she kept in place, her lips firmly snuggling the erupting cock and receiving rivers of cum down her throat until ordered different.

Feeling satisfied, the vampire decided that it was enough for the night.

“You will not remember anything that happened tonight. Tomorrow night you will be ready for me.”

Marian looked back at him with an expressionless face and reassured her order, “I will not remember. Tomorrow I will be ready Master.”

*****

The next day, Cassandra and Marian rested in the garden. Cassandra noted that there was something strange about her usually cheerful friend.

“Are you feeling ok? You are kind of quiet today,” Cassandra asked.

“I feel fine. I’m just a little tired and I can’t concentrate on anything,” Marian responded, then she added, “I had a strange dream last night but I can’t remember what it was about.”

As Marian talked about her “dream”, she unexpectedly felt her pussy jolt under her skirt. She got scared and excited at the same.

Marian is never like this. She may be sick or something. I better keep an eye on her, Cassandra thought while she looked worriedly at her cousin.

*****

That night, almost unconsciously, Marian removed all of her clothes and lay on the bed completely naked. She left the light on the ceiling turned on, which was something she never did before. But tonight it just seemed right. She had to be ready, even that she didn’t know what for.

A few hours later, a beautiful sound echoed in her head, in her soul.

“Slave!” the vampire called.

As she opened her eyes wide, everything came back to her in a second. Her purpose. Her destiny was waiting for her right there, a few feet from the bed. She was ready.

Marian sat on the bed with a mindless movement. Her eyes fixed on the creature in front of her but not looking at all. The beautiful voice was still resounding in her head filling everything, not leaving room for any other thought. She had to obey.

“Stand up and come here…,” he ordered.

Marian’s nipples were about to burst from exhilaration, as she got closer to him. Once again those yellow, penetrating eyes entered to the deepest corner of her mind and stirred every part of her body.

“You will give me your blood!” the vampire said.

“Yes, Master…”

The monster bent over and attached his blood-sucking teeth into her neck. Marian moaned from the sheer pleasure of giving a part of her to her Master.
Her heart pumped hard and every time an ounce of blood poured into the vampire’s body, the pulsating beat in her pussy felt increasingly stronger.

Now she will be with him always. Even after she was long gone. This single thought brought her to the brink of an orgasm.

Marian’s love juices were already oozing down her thighs when the vampire removed his mouth from the slim woman’s neck. It was time for a new kind of amusement.

“Move to the table and bend over” he commander her.

“Yes, Master.”

The vampire grabbed his enormous phallus and aimed at Marian’s tight vaginal cavity. He was going to leave something inside of her that would help in the process of a definite and final submission.

The big cock penetrated Marian with one single stroke, piercing her body deeper and stretching her wider than she could ever imagine possible.

Even before the monster’s pole was fully lodged inside her anxious body, Marian exploded in ecstasy. Her pussy twitched and jolted around the fat cock, clasping every inch of his meat with blissful desperation, trying to keep him inside of her forever.

The creature fucked her relentlessly for a long while. He turned her around, making her lie on her back over the table and kept pounding at her curvy body with all his might. Marian gasped every time he smashed with full force against her delicate body, pushing the air out of her lungs and her consciousness a little bit further away.

As she felt his cock bloating inside of her, she instinctively lifted her head and looked at him with unfocused eyes. The vampire pushed forward one last time and…He climaxed! A huge blast of sperm filled her womb completely, visibly bloating her belly to accommodate so much fluid. Marian’s mind went completely blank as an unbelievable rush of pleasure expanded from her pussy.

The monster kept pumping sperm into her body until his balls were entirely drained. Now it was just a matter of waiting until the physical subjugating process was completed.

Marian remained on the table completely overwhelmed and totally fulfilled. While her pussy still twitched with orgasmic spasms, the remnants of the sperm dribbled down to the floor. One single thought lingered in her mind behind those enthralled blue eyes: Her Master had filled her with his cum and now she would live with a part of him forever. She had another small climax.

The sound of the vampire’s voice interrupted her reverie as he gave her another order, “Go down to the basement and wait for me there.”

“Yes, Master. I’ll go down to the basement and wait for you.”

******

Cassandra was worried about her friend and decided to check on her. She was really surprise to find Marian walking naked across the hall…

“Marian! What are you doing naked out here?”

Marian didn’t answer. She didn’t even turn her eyes. The entranced woman kept walking straight ahead like a mindless robot following a programmed command.

As Marian got closer, Cassandra noticed the faraway look in her friend’s eyes. She knew that something was wrong.

“Hey, are you ok? Marian!”

Oh my God! I think she is sleepwalking. I guess I’m not supposed to wake her.

Marian walked by Cassandra and continued down the hall.

I better follow her to make sure she doesn’t hurt herself. This is so weird.

Cassandra followed Marian into the basement and the first thing she saw from the top of the stairs was Delia, one of the maids, standing rigidly in the middle of the floor.

“Oh Shit! There’s Delia! And she is naked too! What the hell is going on in here?”

Marian walked down to the basement floor approaching Delia. At that moment, Cassandra noticed a strange thing wrapped around Delia’s hip.

What is that on Delia’s body? It looks like some sort of sexual toy.

Cassandra thought about it for a moment and arrived to an unnerving conclusion…

Does this mean that Marian is a lesbian? But she is asleep. Oh shit! Maybe Delia hypnotized her to do things with her!

While Cassandra tried to understand what was happening, Delia moved for the first time, tilting her head back and moaning softly as she felt immense pleasure spreading from her crotch.

The source of the woman’s blissful feelings was a slick pinkish tentacle that was pulled out from her womb, across her sensitive vaginal walls and was projected out like a flexible phallus. Cassandra couldn’t see it because she still was on top of the stairs behind the girls.

Marian moved robotically in front of Delia and spread her legs.

The tentacle protruded even further out of Delia’s body and curved up, seeking for the closest heat source. It aimed at Marian’s pussy and penetrated her deeply!

Marian felt the warm, lubricated appendage pushed deep into her love canal while an insistent mantra repeated in her head over and over

“The Master is pleasure, The Master is pleasure …”

It took her only a few seconds to reach a delightful orgasm that pushed her mind into a deeper state of entrancement and adoration to the creature, her Master.

Cassandra watched with incredulity through the whole scene until she heard a sound coming from behind.

“Shit! Someone is coming!”

Cassandra ran down the stairs searching for a place to hide… she found a small dark space below the concrete stairs and squeezed in.

The vampire walked calmly down to the basement, certain that his slaves were ready for him. He saw with satisfaction that Delia’s parasite was already placing an egg into Marian’s womb.

The creature reached the bottom of the stairs and Cassandra saw him. She had to cover her Mouth to prevent screaming from terror!

Oh God!!

The vampire moved closer to the girls and spoke to Delia…

“Look at me!”

He looked at the woman with wide hypnotic eyes and gave her an order.

“You will give me your blood now!”

Every word he spoke, pierced through Delia’s ears and resonated in her pussy. She responded with mindless devotion…

“Yes, Master. I’ll give you my blood now.”

Cassandra witnessed with true horror as the monster leaned forward and sank his teeth into Delia’s neck.

He is biting her! He’s going to suck all of her blood!

This is the monster that my grandfather was describing! This is the vampire!

The parasite’s tentacle retracted slowly into Delia’s body while her Master fed from her. The woman’s heart beat fast from sexual exhilaration. Every drop of blood that flowed into her Master’s sucking mouth brought her a little closer to ecstasy, until it was too much and a powerful climax exploded behind her eyes.

Cassandra looked at Delia’s orgasmic spasms as the monster drank her blood. She didn’t notice that right beside them, Marian’s belly began to grow at an incredible speed.

A few seconds later, the greenish segments of a new parasite began to slide out of Marian’s pussy. This parasite would form a symbiotic relationship with the vampire. They both would feed from her blood. The vampire would provide the hosts and provide protection and the parasite would keep the host in a constant state of arousal, making it easier to uphold her when the Master was not around.

Marian moaned out loud as the squirming creature pushed its way out of her pussy. Her numbed mind only registered one thought…

The Master is responsible for this blissful feeling. The Master is pleasure!

The slapping sound and the rapid motions called Cassandra’s attention to Marian’s crotch. The sight of that strange greenish creature coming out of her friend’s body caught her completely off guard. She screamed!

“Ahhh!”

The vampire lifted his head immediately and looked at Cassandra.

“An intruder! Get her!”

Cassandra tried to run away but she was instantly surrounded by Delia, Marian and the creature.

“Please don’t hurt me!”

“Don’t be afraid little one. I won’t hurt you,” the monster said with his raspy voice.

Delia and Marian grabbed Cassandra’s arms white the vampire got closer.

“You will feel better in a moment,” he added

“Get away from me! Let me go!”

“Just relax. Look into my eyes and you will find peace in them. You will find infinite pleasure.”

Cassandra looked at those yellow, magnetic eyes and for a moment she felt the need to stare a little longer. They were so pretty. But then she thought of her grandfather’s warning; this was the vampire! He was going to drink all of her blood and kill her!

Cassandra found the courage to close her eyes and turn her head away while she screamed,

“No! I won’t let you hypnotize me like you did to my friends! Go away!”

The vampire blew his intoxicating breath into Cassandra’s face. She felt dizzy.
The whole room began to spin beneath her feet. Even with her eyes closed, those dazzling eyes still lingered in her mind.

A few minutes passed. Cassandra couldn’t think clearly. Her friends were still firmly holding her arms but she couldn’t hear anything. Maybe the monster was gone…

Maybe he is gone… I have to see…

Cassandra looked up. The vampire was still there, inches from her face. She gasped, taking a deep breath, his breath. Those beautiful yellow eyes were still staring back at her, calling her.

The creature used all his power to control this rebellious young woman. She was resisting a lot more than other females had but she wasn’t strong enough. He spoke to her…

“You belong to me…” he said thunderously.

Cassandra heard the voice that reverberated loud inside of her head. She knew that she had to look away but she couldn’t. Suddenly she wasn’t so afraid anymore. He wasn’t going to hurt her. He told her that. Those eyes were so attractive, so alluring. She heard the voice again and her pussy jolted.
Cassandra was lost.

*****

A while later, Cassandra was completely drowned in the creature’s thrall. Her mind was spiraling down into a world of absolute submission and there was no turning back. An overwhelming bliss traveled up from her sweet spots and collided in her brain with the utter pleasure of the vampire’s commands, filtering through her wide open eyes.

The warm tongues of Delia and Marian simultaneously lashing at Cassandra’s pussy and anus, opened her mind even further, easing the way of their Master into the deepest corners of her psyche.

“Your body belongs to me”

“My body belongs to you”

“You are my slave!”

“I am your salve”

“You will obey!”

“I will obey”

Cassandra could barely finish the last sentence before the explosive waves of a devastating orgasm blocked everything else. Now she truly believed she was in heaven but she was really at the gates of hell!

After regaining control of her body, the young woman stared back at her Master’s eyes, eager to let him fill her mind again, hoping he could fill her body next.

“You will give me your blood now.”

“I will give you my blood,” Cassandra responded, her pussy twitched.

Cassandra barely felt his teeth sinking into her skin as Delia wrapped her lips firmly around her clitoris and Marian pushed her tongue deeper into her ass.

The teen’s blood poured out of her veins and her sexual fluids poured out of her pussy. It didn’t take long before she climaxed again.

Hours later, the vampire was handling Cassandra’s slim body like a ragdoll, moving her up and down on his large cock, over and over. Cassandra was totally out of her mind, staring into infinity while her arms and legs hung limply and the monster pumped her furiously.

Meanwhile, Marian and Delia’s parasites pulled at each other’s tentacles, rubbing the women’s inner walls all the way to their wombs. The two friends could stay like that forever, their empty minds staring into nothing but feeling absolutely everything.

The vampire lifted Cassandra’s body one last time and pulled her down forcefully, shoving his cock until it couldn’t go deeper…

An instant later, he exploded in a powerful orgasm! The first gush filled her womb completely. The second one was too much to hold inside and sprayed abundantly from the crevices between her stretched pussy and his fat cock.

Cassandra felt her Master ejecting gobs and gobs of cum into her body and she reached yet another climax.

After the vampire was done with Cassandra, he dropped her to the floor and called for Delia. Marian was quick to jump on top of Cassandra and let her parasite place an egg into her friend’s cum-filled womb. Cassandra didn’t even notice the tentacle reaching inside of her. She was completely fulfilled and absolutely exhausted.

Marian’s mindless expression disguised well the immense pleasure she felt from serving her Master. In the back of her mind she knew that this was just a small sample of the rest of her life. Her pussy twitched hard.

Delia swallowed the vampire’s sperm one more time. She would feed from him as he would feed from her for many years to come. Her Master was everything to her and she would follow him everywhere.

The vampire and his new slaves enjoyed each other’s bodies for the rest of the night until it was almost sunrise.

As the dark night began to turn into a paler shade of blue, three sexy naked bodies walked silently into the woods, following their destiny, never to be seen again.

The end.

Author’s note: There is a 3D graphic version of this story that shows every scene in detail.

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Laura, a lesbian, has been blackmailed into taking part at an experimental program at the Mayim Clinic which aims to recondition her to enjoy hetero sex….

Chapter 14
LAURA SUCKS COCKS

The next couple of days – Thursday and Friday – consolidated the changes in Laura’s life.

Each morning she arrived early at work, and went into Alistair’s office to let him play with her pussy. On Thursday, remembering the embarassment of having Alistair’s cum on her tits and face, Laura asked if she could just suck on his cock instead of having to race to get it in her mouth when he was about to cum. Alistair clearly enjoyed the pretty lesbian asking to pleasure him with her mouth, but realised what was motivating Laura’s request. Instead of giving her permission to suck his dick, he instead made her an offer: on any day when she gave him permanent permission to use her in a new way during these morning sessions, she would be allowed to take his penis in her mouth. On any day when she didn’t he would cum on her tits and face.

That first Thursday, Laura was too horrified by the thought of giving Alistair even more power to agree. Instead, Alistair made her beg to be allowed to suck his cock while he played with her pussy. However, when he approached his orgasm he gave her no warning, instead just grabbing her by the hair and pulling her forward to bring her boobs nearer to his penis. Laura moaned in humiliation and frustration as Alistair spurted cum all over her large fuckmelons.

He videotaped her afterwards with his mobile phone, filiming her as she lifted her tits to her mouth to lick off as much sperm as possible, and then massaged her large slutbags to rub the remaining cum into her skin. Laura again ended up spending the rest of the day with dried cum on her mammaries, smelling of sex. Without the aphrodisiacs in her system it was impossible for her to take her mind off her shame and humiliation. Her coworkers had no illusions about what the white stains on Laura’s cleavage were. Everywhere she went, people were calling her “slut” and “whore” behind her back. Laura wished she could run home and never come back; but she couldn’t.

At lunch on the Thursday, Michael found Laura. He made it clear that the money he had given her was a loan, and that he would be visiting Laura once a week until it was paid back, to check on his investment. Laura knew what he was implying; he wanted an experience like Laura and Erica had given him last night. Her relationship with Michael had changed from friend and friend, to whore and john, and Laura knew it. After she had assured Michael that she would see him again next Thursday night – her next weeknight free from the clinic – she had to go in the toilets and cry for a while.

The Thursday and Friday sessions at the Mayim Clinic repeated the one from Tuesday. Laura would turn up wet from the aphrodisiacs and be taken to the observation room. There she would kneel, and take plastic cocks in her mouth, and suck on them. Sometimes the machine would pull on Laura’s hair as it fucked her mouth; sometimes it wouldn’t. On the screen were images of happy girls sucking dicks, and unhappy girls with their mouths empty. A phallus pumped away in Laura’s pussy when she was sucking cock, and shocked her cunt when she wasn’t. Laura began to progressively feel happier about sucking on a penis-shaped object in her mouth – particularly when her hair was being pulled – and became more and more unhappy and stressed when the plastic cock was denied to her.

Amy didn’t turn up to either session; on both occasions it was Royce who stripped Laura, attached the machines to her face, tits, and cunt, and watched her as she sucked on the dildo. It didn’t really bother Laura now having the boy watch her as she did these things. Afterwards she would eagerly thank Royce for letting her cum, and for looking at her naked, and for shocking her cunt sometimes. On Thursday she had to be prompted to say those things but on Friday she said them all by herself.

On Friday morning in Alistair’s office Laura was in a dilemma. She was supposed to be a secretary that day at an important inter-departmental meeting. If she turned up with cum on her tits the whole department would know what a whore she was; worse, departmental heads would be there, and she could be fired. Reluctantly, she agreed to an upgrade in her relationship with Alistair in exchange for getting to directly suck his dick that day. She would get completely nude from now on in her morning sessions.

Alistair eagerly agreed, and then watched the buxom lesbian undress, and then kneel naked in front of him, her fulsome tits pressed between his legs. She took his erect, hard cock into her mouth, and began to quietly suck on it. Sighing happily, he reached out to grab her hair, and used it to pull her face tight against his balls. To his surprise, she made a delighted moaning sound as he painfully tugged on her hair, so he did it again, and was rewarded by her sucking becoming more energetic.

It didn’t take him long to cum; his dick filled Laura’s mouth with cum, and he was very satisfied to feel her swallow it all eagerly. He used her hair to hold her face against his groin until his dick softened; she slowly sucked the last of his semen from his cock while she waited. His bladder was full and he felt the sudden temptation to just piss in the little pink-haired slut’s mouth, but thought that that would probably be pushing on the submission he had obtained from her so far. Regretfully, he let her go, and she pulled away from his dick, wiping her lips with the back of her hand.

Alistair was even more surprised when she thanked him. “Thank you for cumming in my mouth. Thank you for looking at me naked,” she said. She seemed as surprised by what she was saying as he was, and she blushed deeply as she said it. He didn’t know what to say in response, so he settled for just patting her on the head and saying, “Good slut,” as though she was a horny dog.

Throughout it all, Laura thought about what was happening to her. Was the Mayim Clinic’s therapy making her want to fuck men? Was she turning into a slut? As to the first, she dismissed it. Sure, she was coming to enjoy having a cock-shaped obejct in her mouth. But that was just an oral fixation, right? As a child, she’d sucked her thumb until the age of six, and she still enjoyed lollipops and icy poles. She liked sucking on things. It didn’t mean she specifically wanted men. She enjoyed sucking on the strap-on dildo when it was on her girlfriend, after all. (But not quite as much, a traitorous part of her mind suggested.)

And was she a slut? No, she was just doing what she needed to do to protect herself and Erica. That wasn’t being a slut; that was being adult. If she was walking around with her pussy dripping and cum drying on her tits because she wanted to, that would be slutty. But doing it because she was being forced to was completely different.

Laura’s opinion on this would flip back and forth: sometimes she had herself convinced that she was a proud lesbian hero, looking after herself and the girl she cared about. When she felt like this, she would lovingly caress and kiss Erica at home, and make love to her gently. But at other times the shame and self-loathing about the way she was spending more and more of her time acting like a fucktoy would overwhelm her, and when it did she took it out on her girlfriend, raping and hurting the poor girl and filling her orifices with piss and pig sperm.

Laura could see that Erica was scared of her these days. When Erica accidentally did things that might annoy Laura, Laura could see Erica involuntarily flinch. Erica was submitting to Laura more and more easily, and she never questioned Laura’s demands or resisted them anymore. Every day Laura always came home to find Erica naked and kneeling and ready to be fucked. A part of Laura felt horrified at what she was doing to the girl she loved, but another, stronger, part really, really liked having such a pretty sex slave to use and abuse.

(To be continued…)

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A party where anything goes, and no one leaves.

“We are so accustomed to disguising ourselves to others that in the end we become disguised to ourselves.”
-Francois de La Rochefoucauld

***

Miranda turned to say something to Richard and saw that he wasn’t there. Only then did she realize she had no idea where she was.

She was standing on a patio attached to a house she didn’t recognize. It was night, and the tide was coming in on the beach below, and the fog was coming with it. She hugged her bare arms and retreated inside, closing the French doors behind her.

The lights were off, but the room was lit by a dozen grinning jack-o-lanterns on a table. That’s right, she thought, it’s Halloween. But where am I? And where is Richard?

Miranda circled the room, looking for anything familiar, trailing her fingers over the tops of tables and along the pattern of the wallpaper, but it was no good. She could not remember how she came to be in this house.

She found the door and went into the hall. There were voices coming from somewhere nearby, and music. She followed the sounds.

She started when she passed a mirror and saw what she was wearing. She looked herself up and down, taking in the purple dress, the red and gold embroidered shawl, the white party mask, and the silver tiara she wore on top of her head. She smoothed her hands over the fabric, wondering where the costume had come from, as she didn’t remember ever seeing it before.

She looked at the tiara. Am I princess, she thought, or a queen?

“Do you like it?” said a voice behind her. In the mirror she saw a tall man dressed all in red standing at her shoulder. He wore a red cape with a hood, and a mask of a skull over his face. She turned and threw her arms around him.

“Richard!” she said. “There you are. I was looking for you and—“

She stopped. The body of the man she was hugging was cold and rigid, like a statue. She backed away. The man in red nodded slightly.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” she said. “I thought you were someone I knew.”

“I am,” said the man. “I am not, however, your husband.” He took her hand and brought it up as if to kiss it, though his mask prevented it. She shivered and took her hand back. It was cold.

“Is this your house?” she said.

“Yes,” said the stranger.

“Then I know this will sound strange,” said Miranda, “but could you tell me what’s going on? I really don’t remember how I got here.”

“That does not sound strange at all,” said the man. “You are here because you are my guest at tonight’s party. Which reminds me: It’s time we both got back. Shall we?”

He took her by the arm and led her down the hall. She followed, bewildered. He opened a door and the sound of voices and music poured in. They came to a great room decorated all in blue: blue walls, blue carpet, blue upholstery on the furniture, a pulsing arrangement of strange blue lights, and a blue crystal chandelier hanging over it all. The man in red closed the door behind them. The room was full of people in costumes and masks, a swirling mass of colors and voices. Miranda felt suddenly dizzy at the sight of it all and put a hand on the strange man’s arm for support, though he was unpleasant to touch

“Would you care for a drink?” said the stranger.

“No, thank you. Do you know if my husband is here? I’m afraid I don’t know what he’d be wearing, but—”

“I know exactly what he’s wearing, and I may even know where he is. Would you like for us to find him?”

Without waiting for an answer, he led her on. A troupe of faceless mummers marched past, and behind them a man in black with a wide-brimmed hat and a ghastly mask, and behind him a woman dressed as a cat, and then a soldier in full dress uniform, and then the Man in the Iron Mask, and on and on it went in a never-ending parade. Everything in the room seemed to spin and the music made her want to dance and dance and she had to stop herself from becoming lost in it.

“This is all so strange,” she said.

“But that shouldn’t bother you at all,” said the stranger. “It’s only Halloween.”

Miranda’s dress snagged on Poseidon’s trident and she had to slow down to keep from ripping it. “Are you sure Richard is here?” she asked.

“Very sure,” said the stranger. “I wouldn’t forget meeting a man like that.”

***

Richard sniffed the air and smoothed the wolf mask over his face. He counted his breaths and rolled his feet with each step to move quietly. He was hunting

There was a woman nearby. He could smell her. He could smell a great many things with the wolf mask on, thousand and thousands of distinctive, overlapping scents. Through the mask, colors looked brighter and objects appeared sharper and more distinct, and he could hear things too, so many sounds he had never even realized were there.

He’d left the main party downstairs. Miranda was out there somewhere, but he’d left her behind too, following the scent. The woman, whoever she was, had gone off alone, and Richard, curious, had followed her. The flickering faces of jack-o-lanterns were the only lights in the hallway, but it was enough for him to pick out her footprints in the dust. Such delicate little feet.

A sour smell wafted out of a doorway, distracting him. Curious, Richard looked and found a small room with a four-poster bed. A man dressed as a legionnaire, his mask torn and his costume covered in blood, lay on the bed, trying to stand but apparently lacking the strength. The comforter was soaked with blood too.

The soldier saw Richard and reached toward him. “Please help me,” he said.

Richard closed the door and walked away.

He followed the scent of the woman’s perfume down the hall. He came to a room that was all in yellow, and though it was a large room set up for the party there was no one here but the woman. She was wearing a gossamer white gown with some kind of elaborate headdress, and a white mask over her eyes.

“Are you the Big Bad Wolf?” she said. She was looking out the window. The glass was tinted red.

“I’m not that bad,” he said. “Are you lost?”

“No,” she said. “I came up here looking for something.”

“What’s that?” said Richard.

“I don’t know,” she said. “I can’t remember. But the man in red said I’d find it here.”

Richard closed the distance between them one step at a time.

“I like your costume,” he said. “What are you supposed to be?”

“Dido, Queen of Carthage,” she said. “Isn’t it perfect? The man in red said that it suits me.”

“He was right,” said Richard. Now that he was closer he smelled what was under her perfume: fear, loneliness, regret, pride, and anger. His mouth watered.

“I think it suits me too,” she said. “But I don’t think I like it.”

“Why not?” said Richard.

She frowned, and the smell of regret became stronger. “You know what happened to Dido, don’t you?”

“No,” said Richard. He was very close now.

“Nothing good,” said the woman.

“Then it’s the part you were born for,” he said. And before she could scream, he grabbed her. He put his hand over her mouth and pushed her against the wall.

For a second he hesitated. And then he imagined that she was Miranda, and his hesitation went away.

***

Miranda was having trouble keeping up with the man in red. The crowd always parted for him but then it closed around her, and she was struggling against a sea of clowns, ghosts, devils, knights, lords, ladies, fairies, mermaids, and monsters. More than once she thought the mob would carry her away.

They’d left the Blue Room and passed through one similarly decked in green, and now he lead her on into a room of deep violet. Everywhere there was drinking and dancing and food and absolutely everyone wore a mask. The throbbing beat of the music unsettled Miranda, and she felt it was somehow pushing her back with every step she took.

A harlequin detached from the crowd and stood in her way. “Posso aiutarti?” he said. “Quale e il suo nome? Di dove sei?”

She tried to walk around him but several more masked men blocked her.

“She doesn’t understand you, Arlechinno,” said a man with a beaked mask and a loud voice.

“I was only trying to be polite,” said the harlequin. “Are you alone at the party, little dolcezza? Do you need a chaperone?”

“Move,” said Miranda, and the crowd burst into giggles.

“She’s not your type,” said a man in a bright red mask with a crocodile’s snout. “She wants Fanfarone. All women want Fanfarone.”

“Not Columbina!” said a voice in the crowd.

“Or Isabella!”

“Or me!”

More laughter. Miranda was ready to make a break for it when the man in red stepped into the knot of partygoers and scattered them. “Away, away,” he said. “This one is my guest.”

The masked men left in a hurry. The stranger nodded at Miranda. “Excuse them, please,” he said. “They are used to indulging themselves.”

“You left me behind,” she said.

“You did not keep up.”

“It’s not easy to run in this dress you know.”

“I know,” said the man. “You never did tell me if you liked it.”

“The costume?”

“Yes,” said the man. “I picked it out just for your, Miranda. I picked everyone’s costumes and I put a lot of thought into them. The only rules at my party are that you must come in costume and that you must keep your mask on at all times.”

“Wait a minute,” Miranda said. He was turning away, but she touched his sleeve to stop him. “Who are you? How do you know my name?”

“I told you: I’m someone you know.”

“But who?” She peered into the eyes behind his mask. He stood up straight and raised his voice to be heard over the din of the crowd:

“’He was tall and gaunt, and shrouded from head to foot in the habiliments of the grave. His vesture was dabbled in blood — and his broad brow, with all the features of the face, was besprinkled with the scarlet horror.’”

He looked at her, as if waiting. Miranda shook her head. “I don’t understand?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” said the man. “I am the Red Death.”

***

Richard had expected a struggle. In fact, he’d been looking forward to it. To his surprise, Dido threw her arms around him instead. He felt her nipples through the thin fabric of her costume.

“Finally,” she said. “What took you so long?”

“I just got here?” said Richard.

“But I’ve been looking for you all night,” she said. She kissed him under his mask and bit his lower lip. “It feels like I’ve been waiting for you forever. But it’s fine now, so long as you’re with me, and we’ll be together always. We will be together, won’t we?”

She smelled like fear and he heard her heartbeat accelerate, but he knew it was not him she was afraid of.

“You don’t have to answer,” she said. “Just love me. Please, love me.”

He squeezed her ass with both hands. This time when she tried to kiss him he pushed her away. This seemed to excite her, and when she tried yet again he put a hand on her throat and forced her to her knees. She moaned and rolled her eyes, sucking his fingers into her mouth.

I cannot possibly be this lucky, he thought.

She tugged down the straps of her dress, squeezing her tits and shaking them. “Does this please you?” she said.

He growled.

“I only want to please you,” she said, running fingers around her erect nipples. “I would do anything for you, my hero, my champion, my lover. Tell me what you want and it’s all yours.”

Definitely nuts, he thought. She licked one of her own nipples and winked at him. “You know I’m a queen, but tonight I’ll be your slave.”

He touched his mask, as if to remind himself it was there. Hers hid her eyes. For a second he wanted to turn and leave, to run away in fact, and go back and find Miranda and then leave this house altogether. But he remembered what the man in red told him about having a night to do what he wanted. All his life he never got to do what he wanted. He felt hunger gnawing inside, and he grabbed Dido by her hair. She moaned again.

“I want everything,” he said.

***

The Red Death bowed, sweeping his cape back. Miranda frowned.

“The Red Death?” she said. “You mean like the Poe story?”

“Very much so,” said the Red Death. “You recognize the motif, don’t you? You’ll find it all here: the colored rooms, the costumed guests, and the great black clock that tolls the hours. And me, of course.”

“It’s a strange idea for a party,” she said. “And you still haven’t told me anything. Who are you really? How did I get here? Where is my husband?”

“So many questions,” said the Red Death. “Why don’t you forget about all of that and enjoy yourself for a little while? You’re my guest, and I’d like for you to exercise your liberty as long as you’re here. Tonight I want you to do anything you want as long as it pleases you. I would like that very much.”

“What I really want right now is to find Richard and leave,” she said. She expected a rejoinder, but when she looked up the Red Death was gone. She turned around and around, but he’d vanished into the crowd.

“Oh hell,” she said.

Miranda looked up the stairs, and then back the way they’d come. She could not see anything in either direction through the wall of people. Well, she thought, Richard is probably looking for me too, so maybe I should just wait in one spot. She found an empty corner of a couch along the wall of the Violet Room and sat down. It was almost a minute before he realized what was going on around her.

She looked at the couple next to her on the couch and did a double take when she saw that the woman, who was naked except for a grass skirt, a lei, and a feathered mask, was giving a blowjob to a turbaned man whose silver mask covered his entire face. Her lips slid over his naked cock and her tongue lolled out of her mouth, licking around and around the head, but her eyes were on Miranda, watching her. When the woman saw Miranda watching back she winked.

A foot down the long couch was another couple, an angel with black wings bobbing her head up and down on a pharaoh’s cock, and next to them a woman naked except for a mask over her eyes was on all fours between two men. The couch was a line of masked couples and trios in various states of undress and various states of intimacy.

Miranda realized she was staring, but did not look away. The music in the room was creeping into her again, and she noticed that the group’s movements were all in time to the beat. And then she realized that someone had sat down next to her and had a hand on her leg.

“Vieni qui e baciami,” said the harlequin. “Le tue labbra sono dolci come il miele.”

She jumped up and ran for the stairs. Hysterical laughter followed her.

I can’t wait to get out of here, she thought.

At the top of the stairs she found the Orange Room. The color scheme gave her a headache, but everyone here looked clothed, and no one had followed her. She stopped the first person she saw, a man dressed as Cyrano de Bergerac, his mask consisting of an enormous false nose.

“Excuse me,” she said. “I’m looking for…well, I’m not sure who. Our host, I guess? The man in red?”

“Parlez-vous Francais?” said Cyrano. “Comment vous appellez-vous?”

Miranda blinked. “Oh. Excuse me,” she said. She backed away and stumbled into a man dressed as a samurai, with a scowling war mask.

“Chotto matte kudasai,” said the samurai. “John wo sagashite imasu.”

“Sorry!” she said. She heard jingling bells and came face to face with a man in a manic, grinning mask and a jester’s cap.

“Excuse me?” she said, “I’m sorry, I’m all mixed up here.”

The man laughed. “That sir which serves and seeks for gain and follows but for form, will pack when it begins to rain, and leave thee in the storm!” he said.

“Um,” said Miranda. “Well, thank you for that. I think I’ll keep looking for my husband…”

“He’s mad, that trusts in the tameness of a wolf,” said the man. “Truly, madam, he holds Beelzebub at the staves’ end as well as a man in his case may do, but many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage.”

Miranda heard a woman’s voice in her ear: “Don’t mind him, he’s just a Fool.”

A woman whose costume was an antique wedding dress with a veil that came down to just above her mouth took Miranda by the hand and pulled her to the edge of the crowd. The Fool ran after them, singing.

“Come away, come away, death, and in sad cypress let me be laid! Fly away, fly away breath, I am slain by a fair cruel maid!” he sang, and then he disappeared into the crowd, laughing.

“That was strange,” said Miranda.

“It’s that kind of night,” said the woman.

“I know what you mean. I have no idea what’s going on.”

“No one seems to,” said the woman. “It’s the same story with every person I talk to: No one knows how they even got here. But I guess they don’t care as long as there’s a party.” She smiled, and Miranda could make out two dark eyes behind the veil. “I’m Carmilla.”

“Miranda.”

“Pleased to meet you,” said Carmilla. “I’m trying to find the way out, how about you?”

“I’m trying to find my husband.”

“Has he gone astray?” said Carmilla. “Or was he a stray to begin with? Well come on, we’ll look for him together. That way if we get more lost at least we’ll be lost with one another.”

Carmilla squeezed Miranda’s hand, and Miranda squeezed back. Together they made their way through the crowd, slipping away from the party down a hallway lit by rows of jack-o-lanterns.

***

Richard slid his cock into Dido’s mouth, forcing her head to stay perfectly still. She gagged a little but offered no resistance. He growled, twining her hair around his fingers and pushing until he came to the back of her mouth. Her tongue was pinned, wriggling, under his shaft. He kept it there for a moment, letting her wet lips suck on the base, and then he pulled her head back until his cock popped free. She gasped, her lips forming a ring, and he waited until she was halfway through inhaling before sticking it back in. She choked, but still did not resist.

He had his back to the wall and she was on her knees, hands behind her. He pushed with his hips, fucking her mouth. Most of his costume was gone, but he kept the mask on. She reached up to put her arms around him and he slapped her hands away. The second time she did he twisted her arm and she screamed, but moaned right after.

He could tell she was afraid, but not of him. This annoyed him. He pushed himself all the way inside, filling her mouth, and then began fucking her throat with short thrusts, never taking himself out but instead grinding against her pouty lips. She moaned around him, her voice vibrating his shaft, and her mouth continued to make wet, obscene noises. She moved her head around and around in a circle, sometimes drawing him out so that he was forced to push it back in.

Richard felt himself growing angrier. His cock throbbed and his muscles tensed into knots. He dug his fingers into the flesh of his palms and clenched his jaw. She was taunting him, he thought. She wanted him to hurt her. But he didn’t; that would be giving in. Instead he let her work, remaining perfectly still while she bobbed up and down, mechanically pumping him. He pulled her hair once, casually, but for the most part did not touch her.

Dido increased her pace. She reached up, not for him but to squeeze her own breasts, massaging them in circles. From one of the other rooms of the party Richard heard the rhythmic thump of music, and he realized that her movements and his were in time with it, and that even his heart seemed to beat to half-heard strains. He cupped her face in his hand, hard enough that she winced.

She licked her lips and said, “Was that enough for you? Or can I do more?”

He pushed her to the ground and ripped her dress off, leaving her in only her mask. He crouched over her, spreading her legs. She smelled like anger, and pity, and disdain.

“Now,” she said, “are you going to be a little bitch, or are you going to be a real man?”

He glared at her.

“Show me then,” she said, lips curling. “Show me.”

He buried half the length of him inside of her with one thrust. She was incredibly wet, and he slid in without resistance. She rolled her eyes back into her head.

“Good,” she said. “Again.”

He gave another thrust, pushing the other half in. Her legs squeezed his body. She dragged her nails over the floorboards.

“Again.”

He started to pump her violently, rocking overt her body, pushing with all the force that his arched back and squared shoulders could exert.

“Harder!”

He held onto her hips, fingers threatening to bruise her flesh. He drew all the way out and penetrated anew with each thrust, grunting and growling. Her naked back rubbed against the hardwood, but she did not ask him to slow or relent, instead panting over and over again:

“Harder! Harder! Harder!”

He clapped a hand over her mouth. He poured out exertion, trying to drown his thoughts in the rough, needy, desperate pounding. His muscles ached and sweat matted his hair. He couldn’t stop. His cock slammed into her again and again. Her pussy was saturated. He choked because he couldn’t slow down enough to take a breath.

She was completely naked, her entire sweaty, writhing body his for the taking, but he felt somehow that really she was completely hidden from him except for her eyes. Only her eyes, behind her mask, were truly visible. One moment he thought they were Dido’s eyes, and then they were Miranda’s, and now they were those of nameless, faceless women he’d been with in the past, or ones he’d dreamed about, or those he’d never met. Eventually he had to close his own eyes and then, in the dark, she was no woman at all, safe and anonymous.

He grabbed her thrashing, wriggling body and held it down, constricting her into the closest semblance of stillness that he could. He narrowed his focus down to the feeling of hot, flushed, sweaty, pliant flesh underneath him. He begins to cum, releasing a steady stream into the confines of her pussy. He gushed and she screamed, and she broke free of his grip, clawing him and biting him, swearing and snarling and convulsing. This went on until he was spent and then he pushed her away, standing and stretching.

He did not feel satisfied. His anger was still there. He dressed in silence. She watches him, still naked on the floor. She stroked his bare ankles and giggled when he kicked her away.

“That was fun,” she said. “When are you going to be ready for another round?”

Richard said nothing.

“Is your wife at the party?”

He looked at her.

“I can see the mark of the ring on your finger.” She shook her head. “I don’t mind. She should join us.”

He went to the door.

“You’re leaving?” she said, sitting up.

“Yes,” said Richard.

“Where are you going?”

“Away,” he said.

“What about me?” she said.

“What about you?”

She sat on the floor, covering herself with the shredded remains of her costume. “Of course you’re leaving,” she said. “Dido’s lover always leaves. And she stays. And then she…she…”

But Richard was already gone. He crept back down the hall, closing the door to the Yellow Room behind him. What does Dido do, he thought, when her lover leaves? It didn’t matter. He needed something else now, but he wasn’t sure what.

Richard passed the little bedroom again, and again stuck his head inside. The wounded soldier was still there. The blood was now overflowing onto the carpet. Richard thought the man must be dead, but when he came closer he saw that the soldier was taking shallow breaths, and every now and then he blinked.

“Doctor,” he said, with much effort. “Get me…a doctor.”

Richard looked him over. “I can if you want,” he said. “But it looks too late to me.”

The man groaned. “That fucking bitch. I can’t believe she did it.”

“Who?”

“This crazy bitch in a vampire costume,” said the soldier. “She actually bit me! Oh Christ, it hurts!”

Richard saw something gleam on the bedspread. He found two pointed metal objects, covered in blood.

“You see?” said the soldier. “She broke her fucking fake fangs off on me. Can you believe that? What kind of a fucking psycho—?” He coughed up blood, drowning whatever he said next.

“Looks like she got you pretty good,” said Richard. “I don’t think you’ve got much longer.”

“Should have stayed away,” said the soldier. “Shouldn’t even have come in. I don’t even know how I got here…”

Richard counted to himself. After two minutes passed without the man taking a breath, he leaned in close to the body. The bite mark had a ragged edge. The entire room smelled of raw flesh. Richard’s stomach growled. Before he knew what he was doing, he climbed up onto the bed, leaning over the dead man. He licked his lips and slid his tongue over his teeth, wondering if they were sharp enough to tear the meat.

As he reached out, he knocked his mask askew. As soon as he did, he jerked his hand away. The smell of blood became sour, and he felt dazed. What’s going on, he thought; what am I doing?

A hand readjusted his mask for him. Once it was on straight, he felt normal again. He saw the Red Death at the bedside.

“Thanks,” said Richard, smoothing the mask over his face again.

“My pleasure,” said the Red Death. “Are you enjoying the party?”

“You bet,” he said. “Sorry about this mess.”

“It wasn‘t your fault,” said the Red Death. “The vampire costume always causes problems. Although I see you’ve stained your pelt.”

The Red Death waved a hand and Richard’s costume and mask became spotless again.

“There,” said the Red Death. “By the way, I thought I should let you know that your wife is looking for you.”

Richard’s ears perked up. “Miranda?”

“Yes. She asked me where you were. She‘s over in the east wing right now. I can take you to her, if you like?”

Richard climbed off the bed. “I‘ll find her on my own,” he said.

“As you wish. This is your party, after all. Enjoy yourself however you see fit. I want you to do whatever pleases you tonight.”

But Richard wasn’t listening. He sniffed the air, searching for her scent. He licked his lips again. Ah, he thought, the thrill of the hunt.

As he went along, the Red Death followed him, too. He knew it was there, but was not afraid. It was a comfort knowing that death stayed behind him, and would be there when he found Miranda.

***

Miranda and Carmilla left the Green Room. Sounds of moaning and bodies pressing against each other followed. They went a ways down the hall, stopping amid a cluster of jack-o-lanterns and then bursting into giggles.

“Well,” said Carmilla, “that obviously wasn’t the right way. Although, it could be right, with the right company…”

Miranda blushed. “Do you have any idea where we are?”

“Not a one.”

Miranda looked around. “You know, I swear I’ve been through the Green Room already, but it was downstairs.”

“Maybe there’s more than one,” said Carmilla.

“No, it was the same room,” said Miranda. “I recognized it. But it wasn’t in the same place. Does that make sense?”

“Nope,” said Carmilla. Her veil moved a little when she talked. “I think it was probably just a different room entirely and that you’re mixed up. I can’t believe you were looking at the room at all. There was SO much else to look at.”

They laughed again. Despite their joking, Miranda did not feel cheerful. She was sure that it really had been the same room, and she was also sure that they were now going back the way they came but that nothing was the same. The music from the Green Room followed them, and she had to stop herself from walking in time with it. Her mask felt tight and restrictive.

“Maybe we shouldn’t leave,” said Carmilla. “I’m having a good time. When we find your husband, we should go back.”

“What?”

“Well, not to that room,” said Carmilla. “But one of them.”

Miranda shuddered. “I don’t like this house, or this party. And I don’t like that man, the Red Death.”

“He is strange,” said Carmilla. “But did you hear his voice? To die for!”

Miranda said nothing. The hallway seemed to go on and on forever. Rows and rows of grinning, candlelit faces greeted them. They were quite lost by now, although she wondered what that even meant when you weren’t sure where you’d started in the first place. Miranda and Carmilla stood at the intersection of two hallways, looking each way.

“Just how big is this house anyway?” said Miranda.

Carmilla flopped down on a fainting couch in a nearby culvert. “Maybe we should have left a trail of breadcrumbs?”

“Wouldn’t have helped,” said Miranda, sitting next to her. “There are too many people in squirrel and pigeon costumes running around.”

She raised her mask up to wipe the sweat off her forehead. Carmilla clucked her tongue.

“Not supposed to do that,” she said. “Masks on at all times. Rules are rules.”

“What are they going to do, kick us out?” said Miranda. “I’d thank them if they did. At least then we’d know where the front door was.”

Carmilla sat up a little more. “You have the most beautiful eyes,” she said.

“Thank you,” said Miranda, putting her mask back on. Carmilla began rubbing Miranda’s shoulders. Miranda shrugged.

“It’s really not so bad here,” said Carmilla.

“It’s horrible. Who are these people?”

“Folks like you and me,” said Carmilla.

“We deserve a better crowd.”

“At least we have each other.”

“Yes, but—” said Miranda, and then Carmilla kissed her. She was so surprised she almost fell over, but Carmilla twined her arms around her.

The kiss went on for some time. Miranda thought she should stop it, but by then almost a minute had already passed. Carmilla’s lips were wet and their bodies were crushed together, the other woman’s breasts pressed against hers. Carmilla’s nails dragged over Miranda’s bare arms and shoulders. Miranda’s heartbeat quickened. Though they’d left the main party, she thought she heard music still. She felt it carrying her away, like it did for a moment on the dance floor in the Blue Room. She imagined laying Carmilla down on the couch, here in their private little nook and kissing her mouth, and neck, and breasts, and then drawing her skirts up.

The mask seemed to press tighter over her face, and Carmilla’s teeth grazed her lips, and then—

“No,” she said, standing up. Carmilla broke away and stood too, turning to face the wall.

“Oh my god,” she said. “I don’t know what came over me.”

“It’s okay,” said Miranda. She was glad Carmilla had turned around, so she couldn’t see her blushing. “Don’t worry about it.”

“You must think I’m—” said Carmilla, and Miranda put a hand on her shoulder, though she was careful not to touch the bare skin.

“I got carried away for a second too,” she said. “I don’t think it’s us. Anyway, no harm done.” She smiled and Carmilla smiled back. Continuing on, they walked in silence, picking a corridor almost at random.

“Just think:” said Carmilla. “It’s your husband we’re looking for, but I’m the one dressed as a bride.”

“It suits you,” said Miranda.

“Yes, but I ruined it,” said Carmilla. “I lost part of it earlier tonight.”

“What do you mean?”

“I lost my fangs. See, I’m not just supposed to be a bride; I was a vampire too.”

***

The trail was still fresh, but Richard lost it in the Green Room. Too many sweating bodies too close to one another; there was no chance of following her through this. He growled.

There was a sound of bells and he caught a whiff of Miranda’s scent. Richard saw a man in a mask covered in diamonds and grabbed his arm. “I’m looking for a woman,” he said. “My wife. I think you might have spoken to her?”

“Posso aiutarti?” said the harlequin. “Non ti preoccupare!”

Richard blinked. “Are you screwing with me?”

“Succhiami il cazzo,” said the harlequin.
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Richard saw a closet and pushed the harlequin inside; the harlequin struggled, but Richard was stronger, and no one could hear the other man shouting. He switched the light on and closed the door, then took the other man’s mask off and threw it away. The man stood there, blinking in the light, looking stunned.

“Chi? Di che cosa…um…I’m sorry, I don’t really know what’s going on? Where am I? Who are you?”

Richard put his hands around the man’s throat and squeezed. “Now, let’s try this again,” he said. “I’m looking for a woman…”

***

It seemed they had moved up another floor somehow, though Miranda did not remember any stairs. “This is the strangest house,” she said.

“Do you hear that?” said Carmilla. Miranda listened, and heard a ticking noise. They looked into an open doorway and at first Miranda thought that the room was dark, but then she realized that no, it was just black: black walls, black ceiling, black carpets, black furniture. In the center of the room was a great black wooden cabinet nearly eight feet tall, and that was the source of the ticking.

“It’s a grandfather clock,” said Miranda. “Like in the story.”

“Story?” said Carmilla.

“‘The Masque of the Red Death.’ This whole party is set up like it, with the colored rooms and everything. That ticking is odd, though…”

“It’s not that odd for a clock to tick.”

“But listen to it. It’s like the music downstairs. It kind of gets in your head and…let’s keep going.”

They skirted past the Black Room. Across the hall was another open doorway.

“Looks like the White Room” said Miranda. “It’s empty though. Do you think we should cut through here?”

“Wait!” said Carmilla, but Miranda stepped in and for a moment she was dazzled by what might have been a burst of light or might have just been the white interior of the room. The door slammed shut behind her.

When the spots faded from her eyes she saw that the room was now filled with people. Or perhaps they weren’t people? They were gauzy and unreal, like a film projection on a wall, a crowd of ghostly white dancers almost invisible against the white-paneled walls. Their trailing hands brushed her clothes as they swept past.

There was music, and before she knew it she was swaying in time with it.

“Aren’t they beautiful?” said the Red Death. He put his hand through one of the ghostly figures, scattering it and then watching it melt back together and dance away. “They’re for you.”

He stood next to her, and the ghostly men and women danced in a circle around them, and now Miranda was dancing too. The ghost dancers passed her from one partner to another, and she fell into step with them each in turn. She thought, for a moment, that perhaps something was terribly wrong here, but the light and the music and the touch of intangible hands on hers drowned those thoughts out.

“I really do love Halloween,” said the Red Death. “It’s a night when you feel like you can be anything. Maybe even the person you’ve always wanted to be?”

Miranda put her hands out and felt the touch of the ghostly people. It was cold, but comforting, like silk sheets or gentle rain.

“And what have you always wanted to be, Miranda?” said the Red Death. “A wife? A career woman? Or do you want more? For that matter, don’t you deserve more?”

They were pulling her along now, a dozen spectral hands plucking at her gown and taking her to a sedan chair with lace curtains. They pulled her inside and laid her down, all white lace and white silk. She nodded her head from side to side and sighed, as if dreaming.

“That’s why I made you a queen tonight,” said the Red Death. “I made you a queen, and now I’ve brought your servants. They’ll do anything you want, and give you all of the things that you deserve.”

Miranda felt pleasantly drunk. She lolled on the silk cushions, enjoying the feel of the fabric on her bare skin. Ghostly hands touched her dress, pulling it down and off, allowing her to feel more. She rolled over, letting the fabric tickle her naked breasts.

The hands moved over her, caressing her hips, thighs, legs, and ankles. The tip of a finger glided along the smooth roundness of her backside and up the length of her spine. She felt content. A pair of cold lips kissed hers, and she kissed back. She heard a woman’s voice giggle and was kissed again.

Gentle hands massaged her naked breasts, fingertips tweaking her nipples as they swelled and hardened. She gasped and felt herself flush. Someone (or something?) cupped the underside of her breasts and kissed them, cold lips tingling her hot skin. An invisible mouth began to suck, the wet flickering of a tongue sending chills up and down her as it teased her sensitive flesh.

“You see? It feels good to finally get the attention you deserve, doesn’t it?” said the Red Death. “Good to finally be adored, admired, pampered, loved…”

Miranda opened her eyes and saw the pale face of a beautiful woman smiling at her, the woman’s hair floating around her body, composed of shimmering, gauzy nothingness. The woman kissed Miranda and Miranda kissed back. The touch of the phantom lips made her even more lightheaded. Meanwhile, other figures attended to her, some trailing light kisses across her naked body, some massaging her neck, shoulders, or calves, and some running their fingers through her hair as it spilled across the pillows.

Miranda reached out to embrace the other woman but her arms went right through. She kissed the side of Miranda’s neck. Miranda moaned and her eyes rolled back as the woman’s mouth trailed down the front of her body, kissing the spot between her bare breasts, trailing along the flat plane of her stomach, teasing her belly button with the tip of a tongue before going lower, and lower, cold kisses gliding over her hip bones and then to the tops of her thighs.

Miranda licked her lips and said:

“Lower, please.”

She spread her legs and cried out as a hand slid between them and then a mouth pressed against her. She began to moan. Another figure was holding her from behind, cradling her and massaging her breasts while the woman kissed her pussy, making it wet and hot. Every now and then her eyes fluttered open and she saw a dozen faces looking at her, each one smiling and adoring. It felt so good, just lying there, naked on the sheets, letting herself be touched. She bit her lip to keep from screaming as a tongue penetrated her, and then she screamed anyway as it began to flicker around and around in a circle. The sea of touches and caresses became more insistent, as though they couldn’t get enough of her. When she reached out for them they vanished but were always there again a second later.

She grew wetter and wetter, the constant, lapping attention pushing her on. She ached and trembled.

“Isn’t this what you really want?” said the Red Death. “Not your husband, not your job, not your life out there, but this: to be the most important person; to indulge your every want; to act instead of think?”

His voice hurt her. She tried to scream but couldn’t. The ghosts huddled around her, as if to protect her, kissing and fondling her with even greater attention.

“Isn’t this the real you, Miranda?” said the Red Death. “Isn’t the mask the real you after all?”

Miranda opened her eyes. She felt cold all over. She said:

“No.”

The music stopped. The ghosts vanished. The light in the room dimmed.

“What did you say?” said the Red Death. He backed up a step.

“I said no.” Miranda gathered up her costume and put it back on, covering herself before stepping out of the sedan chair. There was no one in the room now but her and the Red Death.

“I don’t want to be waited on,” she said. “I don’t want to be worshipped. I don’t want everything.”

She threw her mask away. She threw the tiara down too. The Red Death’s eyes widened.

“My, my,” he said. “Miranda: You really are a thing to wonder at.”

“I’m leaving,” she said.

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” said the Red Death.

“Why not?”

“Because it’s late in the evening. And because you can’t trust the tameness of a wolf.”

“You’re talking nonsense,” said Miranda. “I don’t have time for this.”

“As you will,” said the Red Death. The door opened again. The lights went out in the White Room and her heels clicked on the marble floor as she left.

She was back in the narrow hall. Carmilla was nowhere in sight. But she heard a door creak open and saw a leering, red-eyed wolf’s head looking at her.

“Miranda?”

“Richard!” she said. “Oh my God, honey, I’ve been looking all over for you.”

“I’ve been looking for you,” said Richard. His arms circled her. The fur covering his costume scratched her, but she didn’t care.

“We have to leave,” she said, “I don’t know what’s going on, but I think we might really be in danger.”

“Yes,” said Richard, “there is danger.” His embrace grew tighter.

“Richard, I’m serious,” she said. “Something horrible is going to happen.”

“You’re right,” he said.

“Richard, are you listening to me?”

“Yes,” he said. “And I’m tired of it. I’m so tired of listening to you.”

Before she could react he had his hands around her throat. The pressure cut off her windpipe. She grabbed his wrists but couldn’t push him away. She floundered.

“Is this what you meant?” said Richard, pushing her to the ground and climbing on top, his grip tightening. “Is this horrible? Is this what you were afraid of? Well, is it?”

Miranda opened her mouth but no sound came out. Richard bared his teeth under the wolf mask. Her vision began to blur.

“I bet you were never afraid of me before, were you? Well you should have been. If you knew what I was thinking every day you’d have been damn well terrified. Do you feel it yet? Do you?”

The world went red and then black, and Miranda’s limbs became limp, and her body was heavy and sluggish. Her chest burned.

“I’m tired of just living next to you,” said Richard. “I’m sick of people only seeing your success and only talking about how wonderful you are. Tonight it’s about me. Tonight it’s what I want.” Tears ran down Richard’s mask. His knuckles went white.

Miranda tried to sit up or push him off, but he was too strong, stronger than anyone possibly could be. She felt her face swelling red and she wanted to scream, but it was impossible.

“I’m sorry,” Richard said, sobbing now. “I’m sorry, I don’t want to do this, but I have to. I have to.”

Miranda’s eyes rolled back and she went limp. The weight of Richard’s body pressed down on her. And then…

She heard a voice calling her name. The world swam back into focus for a moment and she saw Richard’s eyes, wide and bloodshot and streaming with tears behind his mask. Her arms flopped back to life, and she reached up…

Richard screamed as se gripped the side of his head and dug her thumbs into his eyes. He released her and backed away, falling against a wall. She pulled herself to her feet and when Richard stood up again she kicked him between the legs for good measure. He doubled over, howling.

Someone was still calling Miranda’s name and she ran toward the voice. Carmilla was at the bend of the hall, gaping, and Miranda grabbed her hand as she passed.

“Run!” she said.

She pulled Carmilla behind her and ducked into the first door she came to. It was a dining hall with a long oak table and expensive china and silver. Every surface was covered in dust and cobwebs. Miranda slammed the door and propped a heavy chair under the knob. Carmilla, breathless, leaned against it. “Are you okay?” she said.

Miranda tried to answer but the only sound that came out was a gargle.

“Shhh; be careful,” said Carmilla. “Your throat is bruised pretty bad.”

Miranda sagged against the wall next to her.

“Was that your husband?”

“I…I don’t know,” said Miranda.

“I don’t think he’s a keeper,” said Carmilla.

Miranda felt tears at the corners of her eyes, but stopped them.

“The way you handled him was amazing, though” said Carmilla. “I could never do something like that.”

“That’s not Richard,” said Miranda. “He’s not like that. I think it’s the mask. You remember how we’re not supposed to take them off? I think the masks are doing something to everyone. As soon as I took mine off I felt better.”

“No,” said Carmilla. “It’s not just the mask, it’s the people. Didn’t you feel it when you put yours on? It’s like the mask knows you. Like it’s your oldest friend and it knows everything about you without having to be told.” She touched her veil.

“Mine didn’t,” said Miranda.

“I guess you’re special…” said Carmilla.

The door shook as something banged against it from outside, and Miranda jumped.

“You know, I like this dress,” said Carmilla. “It makes me feel beautiful but used up.”

“Carmilla, help me move the table before he breaks the door down.”

“And I liked being a vampire,” said Carmilla, not listening. “I’ve always felt cold inside, and I never cared when I saw something bad happen to someone. I used to wonder if I really am a monster.”

More banging on the door. “Do you see another way out of this room?” said Miranda.

“I wish I could be like you instead,” said Carmilla.

“I think—” said Miranda, and then she felt a pain in her wrist. She jerked her hand up, and Carmilla backed away a few steps.

“Did you…did you just bite me?” said Miranda.

“I’m sorry,” said Carmilla. “It would have worked if I hadn’t broken my fangs earlier. We’ll have to use this instead.” She was holding a knife from off the table. She took a few steps forward.

Miranda backed away. “Carmilla, what are you doing?”

“Just hold still,” said Carmilla. “I got carried away with the guy earlier, but I know what I’m doing now. I promise it won’t hurt.”

Miranda put the table between them. Carmilla edged along the side of it. Richard was hitting the door harder and harder and from somewhere nearby the sound of music and hysterical voices seeped through the walls.

“It’s not my fault,” said Carmilla. “I just want to be like you. You’re beautiful, and brave, and strong, and I’m not. But if I have some of you inside me, maybe I will be. You wouldn’t keep it all for yourself, would you? Friends share, don’t they?”

Carmilla darted forward and Miranda ran. Carmilla stumbled and caught herself on the tablecloth, sending dishes crashing to the floor. Miranda was about to scream, but at that moment the door broke in and the chair went flying and Richard grabbed Carmilla from behind, throwing her to the floor.

“Richard, no!” said Miranda. She grabbed his mask and tore it off. His stood there, shaking and pale, eyes wide, frozen in place.

“Richard, can you hear me?” She shook him by the shoulders. “I need you to hear me. I need you to—”

Because her arms were up his slap only half-connected. She fell against the wall, and he took a second to put his mask on before coming at her. Then Carmilla jumped on his back and the two fell in a heap. Miranda watched them struggle, but when Richard pinned Carmilla down she turned and ran,

Carmilla’s screams and Richard’s howls following her down the hall.

She ran into the first door she came to and heard it slam behind her. She spun around and tugged at the knob but it wouldn’t budge. She heard the ticking of the clock and felt the black walls closing in.

“Enjoying the party?” said the Red Death.

“What did you do to Richard?” said Miranda.

“Nothing,” said the Red Death. He had one hand on the side of the grandfather clock. “I just gave him license. The rest he did himself.”

“But I took his mask off,” said Miranda.

“It’s very late in the evening now,” said the Red Death. “They won’t need to wear their masks anymore. Did you think the masks were magic? It doesn’t work like that. There’s no need put people under a spell. Just tell them that they can do whatever they want and let them think that putting on a mask is like changing into another person and that’s all the incitement they need. Can’t you hear them now?”

Through the walls Miranda heard sounds: screaming, moaning, hysterical laughter, voices crying out in horrible ecstasy.

“What are they doing?” she said.

“Some of them want to act like monsters, and some of them want to be victims, and some of them want to be tragic, or even just fuck anything that moves,” said the Red Death.

“But you’ve tricked them,” said Miranda. “You must have. People aren’t all like that.”

“The people I bring to my parties are. Except for you: I was wrong about you,” he said. “You don’t deserve to be here at all. It’s very rare that I misjudge someone. So I’m going to do something else I almost never do: I’m going to let you go.”

The door opened, and instead of the hall she saw the beach outside.

“That door will take you to freedom,” said the Red Death. “Go now, before the last stroke of midnight.”

“What happens then?” said Miranda.

“Haven’t you read the story?” He recited in a sing-song voice: “‘And one by one dropped the revelers in the blood-bedewed halls of their revel, and died each in the despairing posture of his fall, and Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion, over all.’”

“No!” said Miranda. “You can’t!”

“It’s already started.”

“Why?”

“Because that’s how the story ends. But it doesn’t have to end that way for you. Go now. Run and don’t look back.”

Miranda grabbed his robes and shook him. She tore the skull mask off, and underneath it his hood was empty, and the red robes went limp in her hands, and the entire costume fell, vacant, to the floor.

“Run,” said the voice of the Red Death, from all around her. “Run, Miranda. It’s time.”

The clock began to toll.

One.

Miranda looked at the open door.

Two.

She went to the clock. She had to stop the chimes. She pulled on the door to the works, but it was stuck.

Three.

She looked around for something, anything, to break it with, but the room was empty.

Four.

She beat the glass with her hands.

Five.

“It’s too late,” said the voice of the Red Death.

“Not yet,” said Miranda.

Six.

A breeze blew through the door. The red robes and mask fluttered around her feet.

Seven.

Miranda picked them up. She turned the mask over in her hand.

Eight.

“What are you doing?” said the Red Death.

“What you told me to do: Anything I want,” she said.

Nine.

She put the robes on. They were very cold. She held up the mask.

Ten.

“I can be whoever I want tonight, right?” Miranda said. “I’ve decided I want to be you.”

Eleven…

Miranda put the mask on. When she opened her eyes, she could see into every room in the house, and feel the walls and floors as though they were her own body. She stopped the clock just before the final stroke.

With a gesture she threw the doors open in every room. Mobs of frenzied partiers stopped in the midst of their revels. Every door now led outside.

“The party is over,” Miranda said, her voice audible in every room. “Get out.”

No one moved.

“Out!” Miranda said again, and then the walls shook and the floors rippled, mirrors and paintings falling as furniture overturned. People mobbed the exits, trampling each other as they poured out onto the foggy beach.

Miranda swooned and almost fainted, but forced herself to stay upright. The house was almost empty now. There was only one person left, a naked, frightened-looking man at her feet. She realized that it was Richard.

“Get out,” she said.

He sobbed, rocking back and forth. Miranda took the mask off.

“Out.”

“Miranda!”

“Get out, Richard,” she said. “Whatever you have to say—”

“Miranda, your hands!”

Miranda saw the red splotches on her palms. Blood flowed from her fingertips and she felt it gush from her nose and mouth. Her insides convulsed and she fell to her knees. Richard was staring, wide-eyed. She tried to crawl to the door, but her strength was fading.

“‘His vesture was dabbled in blood — and his broad brow, with all the features of the face, was besprinkled with the scarlet horror,’” the voice of the Red Death said in her ear.

Miranda tried to speak, but her mouth was bleeding, and she lacked the strength. She collapsed, and the world went red, and then black, and then it was gone altogether.

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It was morning. The party guests found themselves lying on the beach. Most of them still wore the tattered remains of their costumes. The house was nowhere in sight.

Some were hurt. A great many were hung over. A few remembered nothing of the previous night, and more wished that they didn’t. They brushed the sand off and waded into the ocean, desperate to feel clean again.

Nearby, Miranda and the Red Death watched, unseen. She wore her own costume again, and he was dressed in his robes and mask.

“Well Miranda, you did it” he said. “You saved them. Most of them anyway. And all it cost you was your own life.”

Miranda said nothing.

“Do you think it was worth it?” said the Red Death. “None of them would have done the same for you, you know. They’re not good people.”

“No,” said Miranda. “But they can change. Everyone can change, except for the dead.”

“Indeed,” said the Red Death. “The dead never change. Isn’t that right, Carmilla?” He addressed himself to a particularly morose-looking jack-o-lantern he carried. Miranda shuddered when she saw it.

Richard sat on the beach, holding the remains of his wolf mask. There was blood under his fingernails. He tried to clean them, but it wouldn’t come out.

“What will happen to him?” said Miranda.

“He’ll probably try to pretend that nothing happened for a while,” said the Red Death. “And eventually the guilt will send him to the police. Then he’ll spend the rest of his life in some institution. Or maybe it’ll just be suicide instead; it’s a hard thing to know yourself.”

“And what about me?” said Miranda.

“It’s not for me to say,” said the Red Death. “But I’m sure you’ll get along well, whatever you do.”

The house loomed over them.

“So little time to get ready for next Halloween,” he said. “So much work to do.”

He brought the new jack-o-lanterns inside. Stopping in the doorway, he looked back at her.

“You are a remarkable woman, Miranda,” he said. “I’m glad to have met you. If you ever wish to return, my door is always open.”

The door slammed shut.

“But I know that you will not.”

The house faded away, and so did the people. Miranda was alone, on the beach, in the fog. She walked to the waterline and kicked off her shoes, wading in up to her ankles. It felt good. She stripped off the rest of her costume and threw it away. She didn’t mind the cold. It was refreshing.

She walked in no particular direction. She was free, and it was All Saints Day, and the only tracks in the sand were hers.

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Big brother CUMS home, a big happy orgy follows the next day

        Dylan was on his way home from his first year at college. He had gotten in early, at seventeen. He hadn’t seen his family in a while, and was excited. His mother had sent him a few shocking texts, explaining a VERY new situation at their house. He was extremely excited about this. He couldn’t count how many times he had relieved himself thinking about his sexy mother, or his cute little sisters, jacking off into the pairs of panties he had stolen from them before he left. He arrived home, and greeted his nude mother and sisters, followed by his father. This would take a little getting used to, but no worries.

        He stripped down as well, what the hell, certainly couldn’t hurt. They enjoyed a meal together, and his mother and father went to their room to enjoy each other. He decided to see what his sisters were up to. He opened the door to Baileys room to find them lying on the bed nude talking and kissing every once and a while. Holy hell things couldn’t be better.

        The sisters had refrained from sex the past couple days to be sure they were ready for their big brother. Especially Jade. Many a time she had looked at him with longing as more than a brother and finally she had him. He lied down in between them, and got things warmed up with a soft kiss to Bailey, his beautifully developed sister, and a longer passionate one from Jade, his little guilty pleasure. But there was no guilt anymore.

        When things got more heated, Bailey got on her knees and stroked her brother’s erect almost 6 inch cock, while Jade straddled him backwards giving him perfect access to her ass. Jade leaned over to kiss Bailey, exposing her kitty, and Dylan took this opportunity to lap at her slit. Bailey switched with her sister, and Jade sucked him off while Bailey received a finger fucking from her brother. Jade decided it was time, and layed on top of him, kissing him as she lowered herself onto him. Bailey held his balls tight and licked them when she could. Jade whimpered as the orgasm from two days holding back let loose, juice trickling from her. Bailey happily lapped it, and kissed her brother. The two passed spit and cum between their mouths. God Jade tasted sweet. Jade backed off to let Bailey have her turn.

        “You’re doing the work this time” she crooned as she lied down. Dylan got on top, and needed no encouragement as he pushed into his sister. He rubbed her nipples raw as he worked her, licking her collar all the while. He stood up and pushed his cock into her mouth and shot hot jizz down her throat. The warm feeling caused her to cum, and Jade happily assisted that area, lapping like an excited little puppy while Dylan finished, and joined her. Both sisters tasted amazing. He lied back down, and the two lied on either side of him, resting. Their breath smelled strong of many different flavors, and he loved them all. This was the beginning of a whole new relationship with his sisters, who loved him like no girl ever had.

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The next day
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        The whole family has been having the time of their lives. It’s Saturday, and mom and dad go out for a night on the town. Dylan’s girlfriend Sage shows up, and just like everyone else is shocked to see everyone nude. Dylan explains, and she has nothing against it. In fact, she finds it hot and understands his love for his sisters.

        They chill for a while while they wait for Alex, whom Jade invited as well. She strips nude to join the rest of them. She is quite cute, 16 years old, medium sized B cups with pert little nipples, and a soft round ass, mouthwatering to say the least. Alex is Jade’s 14 year old friend from school and has absolutely no experience, which should be interesting.

        He shows up, and Jade giggles as he stands speechless at the doorstep, staring at her valentine’s day heart of a behind. She gets him comfortable, and he eventually gives in and strips down.

        Everybody is jittery with excitement and they head to mom’s room, because it’s the largest. Sage and Dylan kiss, hot with love, and Jade gets Alex excited with a blowjob. While she works him, Bailey joins Dylan and Sage. Sage has never tried women before, and could hardly contain her excitement. Bailey starts by kissing and carressing her breast. She returns the favor. They stay like this for a while until Sage gets the hang of it. Bailey and Jade switch, Jade’s already finished Alex, smiling cutely with a face covered in cum. Bailey gets him going again by caressing his balls. Jade takes no time at all to slide a finger into Dylan’s already wet girlfriend. Sage grabs ahold of Jade’s ass and grips. She loves how different a women is with her, much better at pleasing for sure.

        Sage is one of the more kinky girls, and is ready for something new. Jade gives a devilish smile, and applies mom’s strap on. Meanwhile, Alex has Bailey pinned to the bed riding her like a cowboy at a rodeo Bailey bucking her hips like a bull. Sage lies back legs wide open. Dylan slides his cock in first, and Jade follows stretching sage. She moans and whimpers from the pain of both the real and fake cocks, but loves every bit of it. Jade sucks on Dylan’s finger as they pump into sage, until she cums onto the both of them. Jade laps her up and gives her a sloppy kiss, Sage clearly enjoys her own taste. Dylan leaves them be. He moves over to the other wild couple and joins in. Bailey gets on her knees and offers her ass to him. He slides his raging cock still wet from his girlfriend, into her, while Alex takes her from the mouth.

        Beautiful Bailey bobs her head as Dylan digs his nails into her ass and pumps until he releases into her at the same time Alex fills her throat. She swallows, a natural slut. As everyone settles down, for a finale Bailey sits on Sage’s face and she laps Dylan’s cum dripping from her. Everyone enjoys this sight. Alex cleans up and leaves with a permanent smile on his face. Sage spends the night, and she and Bailey leave to her room, and Jade and Dylan go to the shower to clean up. Not a soul in the house disappointed.

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*spoiler*: A multi-part story that goes from rape, to consensual torture and slavery, with an happy ending.

— “So. I was wandering …” — said Lilly looking at her friend, who was laying on Lilly’s bed — “how could I thank you for the last couple of weeks.”

— “What happened in the last couple of weeks?”

— “Oh. You know. The usual.”

— “Exactly. I didn’t do anything.”

— “That’s the thing. Apart from an occasional face-rape, everything was normal.”

— “Face-rape? What the actual fuck, Lilly?”

— “How else you would call a girl being rushed into a public toilet stall, pushed on her knees, and her head being used to rub one off?”

— “That was only one time …”

— “Or sitting on a girl’s face while the girl is laying on a sofa in her own living room?”

— “That …”

— “Making a girl lick at your pussy lips for nearly half an hour, while relaxing after a back massage she gave you?”

— “You didn’t exactly massage only my back.”

— “OK. But apart from these isolated lesbian frenzy rapes …”

— “I would still not call them rapes. You were a willing participant.” — she said. — “And it’s not lesbian.”

— “Not lesbian?” — said Lilly in a mocking voice — “We watched Fucking Amal in the back of a cinema, with me licking your dripping pussy like half of the film. What is more lesbian then that?”

— “The film was hot.”

— “It was great. I would probably enjoy the plot even more if I would see the actual film, not the inside of your dress.”

— “But …”

— “Don’t worry. I loved it.” — said Lilly smiling — “I think it’s my new favorite film that I didn’t see.” — she said jokingly — “The last was the Alien. My parents didn’t allow me to see it until I was big.”

— “You ain’t very big.”

— “Yeah. I downloaded it on my computer and saw it hiding from my parents.” — she said

— “Was it worth it?”

— “I don’t know. I hid behind the sofa, and still pissed my bed the same night. I had nightmares for a week. And my parents didn’t know why.”

— “I think you kind of went off the tracks with this discussion.”

— “Ah. Yes. I was telling you, that apart from your lesbian lust outburst …”

— “Lilly!” — said Amy in pretended outrage.

— “Apart from your episodes of hot red gayness … everything was normal.”

— “And you want to thank me for that?”

— “Yes. You don’t even know how grateful I am, that this thing didn’t affect our friendship.”

— “Oh. It affected it a lot. I never had someone to masturbate me on demand.”

— “Yes. I know. But you are still you. And you enjoy talking to me, and hanging out with me. Etc.”

— “Why would I not? You are still my best friend. Nothing changed there.” — said Amy — “You could stop eating me out tomorrow, and I would still be your friend.”

— “But tomorrow. Today you would use my mouth to make up for the coming month.”

— “That’s true. I would sit of your face until exactly midnight. I think your jaw would be aching for the next month as much as my pussy would ache for a good lick.”

They both laughed.

— “So. The thing is, I wanted to thank you, so I bought you a present.” — said Lilly pulling a box from a drawer.

— “Lilly. That is not fair. I don’t buy you presents out of the blue.”

— “Let’s say the present is for me also.”

Amy undid the ribbon and opened the box.

— “It’s a dildo?”

— “It’s a strap-on dildo.”

— “What the fuck, Lilly?” — said Amy looking at it with a bit of fright — “I said I’m not a dyke. I don’t want to loose my virginity to … this” — she said showing the dildo to Lilly.

— “No, silly. You will be wearing it.” — said Lilly taking the thing from her.

— “Lilly. I love this thing we’ve got, but … but this is kind of weird.”

— “I think you will like it.” — said Lilly wrapping the harness around Amy — “If not, you can use it on your future husband if he’ll cheat on you.”

— “My husband won’t cheat on me.”

— “That’s true. He would perfectly know that if he would, I would cut his balls off, and feed them to him.” — said Lilly.

— “Something in your voice makes it very believable.”

— “I know a guy, who knows a guy. You know. I’m a slave to some serial rapists, I know a thing or two about torture.”

— “That’s a disturbing image.”

— “The only thing you should be thinking about now …” — said Lilly, when the strap-on was firmly secured to Amy crotch over her trousers — “Is me, being used …” — she said in an erotic voice — “repeatedly …” — she paused with each phrase — “up my ass … up my cunt … and in my mouth.”

With that Lilly took the dildo in her mouth, and started to bob her head on it. She made it glister with her saliva, and she made a lot of slurping sounds. While doing that, she massaged Amy’s legs, ass and torso.

Amy didn’t know why, but the sight of Lilly pleasuring the dildo, turned her on. She felt like the thing was an extension of her crotch. She felt the movement of the base of it, rubbing on her. Finally she felt the urge, to fuck it into Lilly’s eager mouth.

Lilly knew it, that why she was only taking the part of it into her mouth, frequently licking it, and teasing. She was waiting for Amy to take control.

She didn’t have to wait too long. Soon Amy’s hand landed on her head, and directed her, and after only several minutes, the second hand also grabbed her head. Amy closed her eyes, and started to fuck Lilly’s scull, not even realizing the dildo was hitting the girl’s throat.

When she opened her eyes, and looked at Lilly, she saw that she really fucked her hard, and Lilly’s face was flustered. Her mouth was stretched, and spit was drooling from her chin. This didn’t make Amy want to stop. She wanted more. As she looked into Lilly’s eyes, Lilly slightly nodded. Lilly was tired, and her jaw ached, but still knew well what her friend wanted.

Amy was too into the moment, to second guess Lilly’s compliance. She grabbed her head, and looking into Lilly’s eyes, pushed her fake dick into the girl’s throat. Lilly was well trained and didn’t gag, but her air supply was cut off, and she gasped for air the moment Amy withdrew. The control she had over Lilly was turning Amy on, like nothing else. She started to fuck her throat, making the strokes deep and slow. Making the girl fight for air.

Not like a man, who would eventually cum, Amy was relentless. Lilly was thinking it would never stop. But suddenly Amy pulled Lilly’s head off the dildo, and slapped her across the face.

— “You want me to fuck you, slut? Don’t you?”

— “Yes, Ma’am.” — said Lilly — “Please use my worthless holes.”

— “You would love for me to fuck your cock hungry cunt?”

— “Yes, Ma’am. I’m a cock hungry whore. I love to have a dick in my cunt.” — she said — “But you can fuck my ass, or my mouth, if it pleases you, Miss.”

— “I think I’ll try out your dripping cunt first.” — said Amy, pushing Lilly onto the bed.

Lilly laid on her back, spreading her legs, and lifting her skirt.

— “Say please.” — said Amy positioning herself between Lilly’s legs.

— “Please, Mistress. My queen. My goddess. Please fuck my worthless cunt with your magnificent cock. Please use me as the slut I am.” — said Lilly, really crying from anticipation.

Amy grabbed Lilly’s panties, and ripped them off with a single pull, making Lilly gasp. Then she laid herself on the girl, and placed the tip of the dildo at Lilly’s entrance.

She kissed Lilly, full on the lips, and pushed the dildo in. She then lifted herself a bit, and started to fuck Lilly in a rhythm. Soon both girls started to pant, and moan. Finally Amy started to pound Lilly’s pussy hard, and rub off on the base of the dildo, when it was deeply embedded in Lilly’s vagina. It wasn’t long before both girls came hard, and fell down on the bed.

— “After some consideration …” — whispered Amy into Lilly’s ear — “I like my present”.

— “I’m happy to hear that.” — whispered Lilly.

— “Did you invite your friends to see this?” — whispered Amy, not looking into the cameras

— “They are my masters. And, yes. I did.” — answered Lilly — “But I didn’t know it would work out so well.”

— “It wasn’t bad, I agree.”

— “It was incredible.” — whispered Lilly — “I know that I’m not gay, but I’m gay for you. I’m Amy-sexual.”

— “So that means you’ll lick my pussy now?”

— “Of course. Do you even have to ask?” — said Lilly smiling.

— “I think I rubbed it a bit two hard on these jeans.”

— “Let me see” — said Lilly making Amy lay down, and pulling down her trousers and panties. — “Yeah. You are right. Your pussy lips are rubbed raw.” — she said examining them in a professional manner — “They are completely red. I can recommend only one thing.”

— “And what would that be?”

— “I think only the application of the saliva of a total slut slave, can cure it. Like, a lot of it.” — she said smiling.

— “So …” — said Amy, grabbing the back of Lilly’s neck — “Start applying.”

Amy pushed Lilly’s face into her crotch, and Lilly eagerly started to lick Amy’s irritated skin. Lilly’s tongue treatment soothed it, and Amy laid down in bliss.

— “You know I will still make you clean the dildo, afterwards.” — said Amy enjoying the treatment.

— “There is no hurry.” — said Lilly in between licks — “I will have time to clean it.”

After some time of relaxing, Amy made good on her promise, and ordered Lilly to lick the dildo clean.

— “I think I overdid it with the slap on the face” — said Amy in a humbled voice, while Lilly was still bobbing her head on the dildo. — “I can still see a bit of red on your cheek.”

— “No. It was perfect.” — said Lilly — “And the way you ripped off my panties. That was awesome.” — she said in awe — “That was impressive. And hot as hell.”

— “I will buy you a new pair.”

— “Nah. I just have to learn to take my panties of before I tease you too much.” — said Lilly smiling — “I was asking for it.”

— “You were literally asking for it.”

— “I was begging.” — said Lilly in an erotic voice — “I was begging like a common slut.”

They both laughed.

Amy held the strap-on in her hand and stroked it along the shaft.

— “You are my slave, aren’t you?” — she said deep in her thoughts.

— “No. I’m a slave to my masters. But I will do whatever you order me to.”

— “OK, then.” — she said — “You will carry this thing, at all times. So I can use it on you whenever I like.”

— “You mean, to school?”

— “Yes. You will always have it in your backpack, or purse, or something.”

— “Yes, Ma’am.”

— “Of course, when it makes sense. I don’t want you getting into trouble because of that.” — said Amy, switching back to reality.

— “Don’t worry. I will fulfill your orders. And if you catch me failing, you’ll just punish me severely.”

— “I would never hurt you.”

— “Amy. Let’s be honest.” — Lilly smiled — “If I would hand you your riding crop, and stick out my bare ass, you would whip it raw. I would not sit on it for weeks.”

— “That is probably true.”

The girls gathered their things, and started to play a card game Lilly bought.

After two games, Amy said it was time for her to go. Then went downstairs, and said their goodbye’s. Before she left she turned again to Lilly.

— “Lilly. I wanted to ask you something.” — whispered Amy — “Off camera.”

— “What is it?”

— “You know …” — Amy said a bit hesitant — “The next time I will use the strap-on on you …” — she said — “I will fuck your ass. Doggy style. Hard and fast. And I will make you clean it afterwards. Like lick it clean, while still attached to my crotch.” — she paused — “So I wanted to give you an opportunity to say no. Without your masters watching.”

— “I wouldn’t say no to that in a million years. I even look forward to that, Amy.” — said Lilly — “And clearly you do also.” — She kissed Amy on the lips — “Nothing. Not one thing between us, is because of my masters.” — she said wanting Amy to understand — “It’s not some performance. I am not forced to do anything. They watch, but this … this is genuine.”

Amy didn’t say anything, but Lilly’s words meant a lot to her. She opened the door.

— “I will even beg for you to fuck my ass harder.”

— “I was planning to gag you.” — said Amy while leaving.

— “Kinky.” — said Lilly smiling — “See you.”

— “See you. And thank you. It was the best gift I got.”

— “It won’t be the last one” — said Lilly closing the door.

— “I love you” — Amy whispered, just as the doors closed.

— “I love you” — whispered Lilly on the other side.

Both of them too shy to say it out loud.

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